#and play the hand she's been dealt here as best she can lol. you lose perfect control of your demon of a grandson
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
you know it is hard to not feel for caterina a little in my worldstate. she loses sight of lucanis for a couple of months while her other grandson has her in jail for grandmother time-out, and by the time she sees him again he is in full undying devotion mode for the guy she sent to get him back. her grandson finally brought someone home, and it's a fairly low-level elven mortalitasi whose family background is 'idk we found this baby in a crypt and liked their vibes' who will not be giving her any biological grandchildren. not even one of the politically well-connected scheming mortalitasi, which could at least have been useful (nevarra is a bustling market for the crows! twenty contracts on the king alone and still going strong! still a payday baby let the good times roll!), but one of the dutybound earnest little freaks they keep down in the necropolis to wrangle skeletons and write esoteric papers and who frankly don't care that much about murder b/c death comes to us all in its own time anyway trust us on this one. lucanis looks at him like he hung the moon, the sun, every celestial object and glittering star in the sky, like he's the only real thing in the world. and in caterina vision she sees this weird little slip of a goth mage guy wearing too much kohl who cracks jokes at strange times and is so hard to read but also gives her the unmistakable flinty 'I'll try to keep this civil if you do the same. If.' eye contact over lucanis' shoulder sometimes, with the utter grave calm that only someone who's a speaker to the dead (and the dead are savage) and who has killed several gods and wouldn't back down from second deicide if necessary could bring to bear. she sucks and deserves this and more but she also does have a whole Situation on her hands here
(I love that rye's relationship to lucanis' family is basically 'I met some of the most insufferable people. but, they also met me'. he tangoed with the god of lies and betrayal so he could waltz his way through a dellamorte family dinner relatively unscathed)
#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#caterina dellamorte#oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar#rook x lucanis#rookanis#(I like to think there is also a corner of her heart that goes 'oh.' as she realizes she's never seen lucanis happy before. not like.#in a way I think would change her decision making at all --#she DID feed five children and six grandchildren to the fire for the first talon seat. maybe age has mellowed her out enough#that she'll at least take it into consideration. hope is every man's prerogative. probably not tho right. but I like to think#that the recognition at least is there and maybe even some gratitude even though lucanis' happiness VERY clearly#is not caterina's guiding principle in any way shape or form. also do you *really* want to make an enemy of the veilguard#with their eluvian network and godslaying swag. I'm guessing she'll find ways to justify letting this one go#and play the hand she's been dealt here as best she can lol. you lose perfect control of your demon of a grandson#but hey we could expand the business into the fade itself if we play this one right. swings and roundabouts in this life.#you lose some two generations of family. you win new business opportunities. the hereditary house dellamorte grindset)
86 notes
¡
View notes
Text
The Sun Sets With You
Chapter Five: Just A Man
Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.
Pairing: Ezra Prospect x f!Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: Fluff! (It's getting cute y'all!), death of a parent, grief, smoking, food, Silasđ¤˘, a little sad Ezra in this one
W/C: 4k (made it a little longer to make up for the wait! đĽş)
A/N: We are back! I'm so so so sorry this took so long to get out! What can I say, life happened & kept knocking me down & I couldn't find the strength to write for this fic. I'm still not even completely happy with this chapter, but after reading it so many times, I think it's okay lol a huge thanks to everyone for being so patient & lovely to me âĽď¸ okay, I'll shut up, hope you enjoy!
Series || Main || Taglist || AO3
Chapter Four || Chapter Six
~MAY EIGHTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~
As the days and weeks passed, Ezra finally felt comfortable enough to join you and Pa for meals at your family table, sitting and eating quietly until responding to a thought or question of Paâs. It felt nice. It feltâŚwarm and natural. As opposed to the slight coldness youâve felt sitting with Pa, without your mother. Though it was still as quiet as your meals alone with your father, the silence now was more comforting.
You realized shortly after that last evening under the tree with Ezra what exactly ails you when near him, why exactly your pulse quickens and you feel heat flush your neck and cheeks. It was a startling conclusion, given that you have been inexperienced when it comes to the term âloveâ, outside of the love you felt for Ma and Pa. This, with Ezra, contrasts immensely.
It had caught you off guard, a small infatuation with the man that you realized must have taken hold of your heart from the first moment you met him, when you simply could not remove your eyes from his face. You now find your eyes lingering on his features longer, learning the curve of his smile, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, memorizing the tone of his voice and his laugh to be replayed in moments of silence.
Itâs strange; a simple emotion that you had witnessed your whole childhood into adulthood from your Ma and Pa, an emotion you carry in your heart for each of them, though the way you experience it now, the strength in which it has grasped onto your very being â and so suddenly â has been enough to make the room spin whenever you lay your eyes on him. The idea of taking a husband has never been one of priority. Up until now, at least.
âMany thanks for the delicious meal, miss. I am grateful you have welcomed me into your home as such,â Ezra says as he stands, helping you take the soiled dishes to the wash basin.
âYou have always been welcome, Mr. Prospect. I am glad you now feel comfortable joining us,â you say with a gentle smile, looking up at him as he approaches you with the dishes. You catch a faint hue of pink spreading across his sun kissed cheeks.
âWould you care for a pipe, Mr. Prospect?â Pa calls out as he sits in his chair by the fireplace, beginning to pack away tobacco in his own pipe.
âI very much appreciate the offer, sir, however I do not smoke,â Ezra replies kindly as he turns away from you to face Pa and you begin washing.
âGood man; do not start the nasty habit until you become old and worn as I am now,â Pa jests.
âI only see a wise man, years of strength and kindness the only evidence that you have lived a wonderful life thus far,â Ezra compliments and Pa releases a hearty laugh.
âAs I said: âoldâ,â Pa replies and both Ezra and you laugh along.
The genuine and natural lightheartedness of the conversations Pa and Ezra shared tonight warms your heart and you realize tonight has been one of the few nights youâve smiled so freely, so frequently, since Maâs passing and you strongly sense her spirit surrounding the three of you. Almost as if you could hear her laughing along with you all.
Although a feeling of sadness lingers in your heart that she cannot be here physically, you remember Ezraâs kind words and let them ease you. The comfort you feel wash over you leaves you pondering if itâs a sign of acceptance from above, from Ma, that she welcomes Ezraâs presence amongst you and Pa.
âCan I be of any assistance, Sunflower?â Ezra turns and asks quietly, out of earshot of Pa and addressing you by his personal endearment he has bestowed upon you.
âThank you for offering, Ezra,â you reply just as softly. His given name had nearly slipped from your lips on more than one occasion tonight, but you felt it best to remain coy in front of your father. âIâm nearly finished now.â
âPerhaps tomorrow night. I will not miss my chance then to be of service,â he smiles and the inside of your cheek stings from the bite you dealt to keep from grinning widely. âI will take my leave for the night. The lovely beasts I room with will be missing my presence, I fear,â he says, loud enough for Pa to hear as well and Pa chuckles at his statement.
âAlways a pleasure to have you for dinner, Mr. Prospect,â Pa says and stands to shake Ezraâs hand. âDaughter, would you be so kind as to walk Mr. Prospect to the door?â
âYes Pa,â you nod, abandoning the soapy dishes for the time being and you wipe your hands to dry on your apron as you head towards the door with Ezra.
Pa smiles again in Ezraâs direction as he walks past and takes his seat once again, watching the flames dance and flicker. Ezra opens the door, allowing you to walk through and step on the porch and he follows suit, shutting the door behind him.
âShall I walk you to the barn?â You offer.
âNo, Sunflower, I would prefer you to stay. The dark of night may carry with it many dangers lurking around the corner.â
âAll the more reason I should walk with you,â you grin, wrapping your arms around the wooden support post as you watch him step down into the dirt.
âThen I would intend on escorting you back here and we will only find ourselves repeating the action for one another until daybreak,â he chuckles. âUntil tomorrow, dear Sunflower.â
âTomorrow,â you smile and nod. âGood night, Ezra.â
âGood night,â he bows his head in farewell and turns on his heels to head toward the barn. You linger a moment longer to assure he is well on his way, waving when he turns back to steal another glance at you.
You take a deep breath to calm your galloping heart and turn to walk back inside, Pa sitting quietly as he continues smoking. You head back to the wash basin to finish the chore, rinsing, drying, and putting away the dishes before heading over to sit next to Pa, grabbing a new book from your small collection.
You decided to leave Aliceâs Adventures In Wonderland to read with Ezra under the tree and the image of the two of you lying in the grass as you read to him brings a contented smile to your face. After quite a bit of comfortable silence, you feel the curiosity inching through your brain like an insect and decide to give in to the itch.
âH-how are the crops faring, Pa?â You ask while picking at the corner of your book.
âThey grow fine,â Pa replies simply. âEach and every week another inch to their lives added.â
âAnd⌠Mr. Prospect has been much help?â You continue carefully.
âOh yes, he has taken on the majority of the labor. We are blessed that he sought to help us.â
âYes,â you smile softly as you lower your head slightly, gathering the courage to continue the conversation. âAnd⌠How do you feel about⌠Mr. Prospect?â
âWhat do you mean, child?â
âThe townspeople think him...odd.â
âThey must reflect on themselves before passing that judgement onto an innocent man. Especially the four hens, as you like to call them,â you giggle and look up at Pa, a slight smirk hidden beneath his thick, grey beard as he lets out a deep chuckle.
âYes, but⌠What do you think of Mr. Prospect?â
âWhy the curiosity, daughter?â He asks, though no irritation is found in his voice; instead, a light-hearted tone, one of knowing. Knowing why you insist on finding out his opinion.
âMerely curious, Pa,â you say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear over the crackle of the fire.
âHm,â he hums as he inhales smoke through his pipe, taking his time to retrieve an forthright answer from his mind while you gaze at him in anticipation.
âHe is an honest man. Good and kind. A hard worker. I believe he is fit to be a lawful husband to any girl who seeks his affection,â he finally says, looking deep into your eyes and his words go straight to your fast beating heart.
You catch the smile on your face growing, evident in the strain you feel across your cheeks and you put your head down to face the book in your lap.
âThat's nice,â you reply once you've cleared your throat and regained control of the muscles on your face.
âYes. Yes it is,â Pa smirks as he inhales another puff from his pipe.
~MAY TENTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~
Today is as exhilarating as the rest; you attempt to sort through the inventory of the shop, taking note of which supplies are dwindling while also marking down new items the townspeople have requested, such as candles and playing cards for the children. As you walk toward the back of the shop, beginning your count of products there, the shop bell dings and you hear boots stomping from whoever has stepped through the door.
âJust a moment, please,â you call out to the customer from over your shoulder, hoping not to lose track of the count in your head.
âPlease, do not rush, Sunflower,â a gentle, familiar voice replies and you feel your heart thumping faster in your chest now as you turn quickly, inventory be damned.
âEzra,â you greet the man standing meekly at the front of the shop. He takes a few steps forward to meet you beside the counter. âWhat brings you to town? Is there anything I can help you with?â
âOh, no thank you, Sunflower. I needed to send a letter off at the post and thought that my day would be much brighter were I able to visit you as well,â he says with a soft grin and you lower your head to hide the bashful expression on your face.
âWell, my day has brightened now, too,â you reply, gaining the courage to look up at him again, the apples of his cheeks reddening. âI trust you were promptly taken care of then?â
âYes, Mr. Williams is a kind man,â he nods. âThe elderly woman who works there as well â she is quite the conversationalist,â he releases a soft laugh.
âAh, yes. Mrs. Williams,â you shake your head. âShe actually does not work there, just adores to be in the center of it all,â you jest and Ezra chuckles. âI do hope she was not too overbearing.â
âOnly slightly,â he shrugs. âAfter you and your Pa, her and Mr. Williams have treated me the kindest since my arrival.â
âOh Ezra,â you share a perturbed look. âI am truly sorry for the way the town has behaved.â
âSunflower, you have no reason whatsoever to apologize for the actions of others. Unfortunately, this town has not been the most unpleasant Iâve come across. I was very lucky to have found you. And your Pa,â he rushes the last phrase and you smile knowingly, his mouth curving slightly as well.
You open your mouth to continue the conversation, the innocent coquetry between you, yet no sounds are released from your mouth before the shop bell dings again and you sigh at the interruption. You turn your head and your racing heart, caused by Ezraâs presence, races faster, only in anger now.
âAnd what do we have here?â Silasâs booming, uninvited voice resonates through the shop. âWhat business could a queer like you have to conduct in town?â He looks at Ezra and you step in front of him.
âI told you not to call him that, Silas.â
âIt does not seem heâs made any purchase,â he says, making a show of looking in Ezraâs hands for any paper bag. âYet he is allowed to stay and converse while you toss me in the dirt.â
âGo away, Silas.â
âSunflower-â Ezra calls gently from behind you, unable to finish his thought.
ââSunflowerâ?!â Silas laughs. âShe does not need a freak to endear her, not when she has a real man. Like me.â
âSilas, he is more of a man than you could ever hope to be,â you spit out.
Of all the times you had the opportunity to speak your mind to Silas, you held back. Though, now that it is directed to Ezra, you feel that innate protectiveness for him wash over you again, no matter the cost or consequence.
âYou dare say such a thing to me, girl?â Silas takes a menacing step forward.
âShe is not a girl and you will not speak to her as one,â Ezra moves to stand in front of you now. âAnd I do believe she has requested for you to take your leave.â
âAnd exactly who will force me out? You?â Silas puffs out his chest, as if he were attempting to assert his role as an alpha, and frustration grows on his face at Ezraâs lack of response to the tactic.
âIf I must.â Ezra replies simply and calmly, the tone of his voice even, though underneath lies a hidden message that he would not back down from a brawl, if it were to come to that.
âEzra, please, he isnât worth it,â you say softly, reaching out to hold his forearm.
âOh, arenât I?â Silas scoffs.
âI will summon Sheriff Wilson here to collect you himself if you do not leave my shop right this instant,â you hold your unyielding gaze to Silasâs, raising your chin slightly so as to challenge him to defy your wishes.
Silas hmphâs, his thick brows arching menacingly as he glances down at where your hand rests firmly on Ezraâs arm, clearly displeased at the contact. You feel Ezraâs form tense next to you, and you use your free hand to lightly press against his back in an effort to calm him.
âFine,â Silas finally says harshly as he turns his back to you and Ezra and stomps to the door.
He looks over his shoulder one more time at the two of you and something about his animalistic eyes sends a nasty shiver down your spine. Before he can see you falter, he rips the door open, walks through, and slams it shut, rattling the frame as he leaves. You exhale shakily and Ezra turns his body to face yours, his hands gripping onto your upper arms as his eyes rake over your face in concern.
âAre you alright, Sunflower?â
âOh Ezra,â you gaze at him thoughtfully. âIt should be me asking you that same question.â
âPlease, donât worry about me. My only concern is you,â he continues, his eyes trying to follow yours as you look away from him. âDoes he come here unannounced often? Has he bothered you before?â
âEzra, he has always been a thorn in my side, but it is nothing for you to concern yourself with. I promise,â you look in his eyes, hoping to convince him, but you suspect it does not work and his hands fall from your arms.
âSunflower⌠I did not appreciate the way he looked at you and spoke to you.â
âItâs alright Ezra, it is not anything I canât handle,â you smile and grasp one of his hands in both of yours, squeezing it gently as reassurance.
Youâre unsure of what to say. What could you say? That up until now you have been cowardly when it came to Silas Taylor? That it was not until Ezraâs arrival to town that you have come to know a stronger side of yourself, willing to risk your already frail reputation to defend this manâs name?
Ezra sighs heavily, staring into your eyes a moment longer before looking away. You watch his eyebrows crinkle together, the worry wrinkles along his forehead becoming more prominent as he reflects on the situation that just passed.
âAre you alright? Please⌠Do not take anything he says to heart,â you say softly and your kind voice pulls him back from his thoughts and to this moment with you. He smirks and huffs a chuckle through his nose.
âNo fear, Sunflower. It is not a trial I cannot handle,â he cocoons your hands in both of his and squeezes lightly, as if to reassure you he is alright. âI will go now, Sunflower.â
âI understand,â you nod. âThen⌠I will see you back at the farm for supper.â
He smiles to acknowledge your words, releasing your hands and heading to the door. He turns once more to nod his goodbye, places his hat back on his head, and walks out the door. You walk to the front of the shop to watch him through the window, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped forward as he walks swiftly to leave the area.
Your head feels on fire, ready to blow steam at any moment as you watch the townspeople around staring at him. They turn to each other, presumably whispering gossip amongst themselves about him. Unfortunately, as you have come to know Silas, you know he will be spreading word of the âthreatâ he felt from Ezra, which you surmise will only result in the townspeople turning their backs on Ezra even further.
~MAY TWELFTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~
Ezra had not shown up for supper that night or the night that followed. You had wanted to take supper to him, but Pa advised against it. He had heard on his last trip to town what transpired between you, Ezra, and Silas. You prepared yourself to, once again, defend Ezra, however, Paâs unabated rancor of Silas all but guaranteed Pa would not believe a word from his mouth.
Pa informed you that when he returned and asked Ezra about the situation, he assured the man that he was not at risk of losing the job at the farm, and while he was grateful, he did not wish to speak on it further. Pa told you to leave him to gather his bearings and you complied.
On your way to the oak tree, you pick two apples as you had done the Sunday prior, and to your earnest disappointment, you do not see Ezra as the tree comes into view. You look left, then right, hoping it was possible he had just walked along the riverbank, but you were alone.
Heaving a sigh, you turn to face the way you came as you debate on heading back. Your weekly tradition almost seemed silly to continue alone, after having been in Ezraâs company the past few weeks. It almost felt...incorrect to spend time here without Ezra now. You take a few steps forward, now under the shade of the tree, sparing another moment in case you missed him.
âSunflower,â his elated voice from above frightens you and you quickly turn your head to follow the sound, seeing his bright smile from where he sits on a thick branch.
âEzra! You startled me!â You chuckle as you take a few breaths, covering your racing heart with your hand.
âMy apologies,â he chuckles. âI did not hear you walk up otherwise I would have made my presence known sooner.â
âI did not expect to see you in the tree today,â you smile up at him.
âCome, join me,â he smiles, patting the bark to the side of him.
âI have not climbed a tree since I was a child, Ezra. I will fall,â you shake your head.
âI will never let you fall, Sunflower,â he smiles and your now settled heart begins to race again. âItâs simple, really. Nothing to it. I will guide your steps.â
You take a deep breath, pondering for a moment if the risk was truly worth it, but thereâs an excitement in this small adventure that you feel your soul reaching for. You smile at Ezra and nod, removing your bag and placing it at the base of the tree.
You follow Ezraâs voice commands as he tells you where to step up and you use more muscles in your body than you have in so long. You heave yourself upwards, careful that your boots do not miss any section of the tree that will have you flying all the way back down.
Finally, you make it far enough for Ezra to take hold of your arm, using his strength now to help pull you up until youâre close enough to attempt to sit. He scoots over, keeping his hand tightly grasped on your arm to make sure you donât fall. Though, at this point, if you were to fall, Ezra would certainly fall with you.
You plant your bottom firmly onto the branch, breathing heavily and smiling widely at the accomplishment and Ezra chuckles along with you. You try to settle yourself further and suddenly get the sense of falling, reaching out instinctively to hold onto Ezraâs arm and you practically glue yourself to his side for support.
âYou will not fall, Sunflower,â he reassures and you feel him lean closer into you to comfort you.
âPardon me,â you giggle, feeling steady enough now to remove yourself from him. You take a deep breath and look out ahead at the river and the grassland, spotting the other farms in the distance. âWow,â you say breathlessly. âItâs a beautiful sight.â
âYes, it is,â Ezra responds softly. You turn your head to him where you already meet his gaze and turn away again as you smile.
âOh no,â you gasp as your eyes meet your bag down below. âI left the book⌠And the apples,â you turn to frown at Ezra.
âDo not fret, Sunflower,â he smiles. âI enjoy your company regardless.â
âMaybe...you could read me more of your prose?â You prod gently, hoping he will be willing.
âYes,â he says wistfully as he glances down at his journal. âI do like when you read to me, however.â
You smile as he passes his journal to you and you cradle it with care in your hands. You move to open it and the binding opens automatically to one page, clearly still stiff from where he had it open, this addition to the pages only written just recently. You clear your throat and let your eyes dance as they pick up the words in his neat handwriting.
ââA being from a different universe desires to live amongst the men in peace on Earth, for his purpose to be written in the stars. A nomad, an outcast on the run, desperate for a residence more suitable than his dreams. Soon, he will find home, and soon, he will find lifeâ,â your voice trails towards the end of the passage, your heart wrenching at the meaning behind it.
âEzraâŚâ You call softly once you notice his head has lowered.
The silence stretches and you can almost visualize it expanding across the lands in front of your view, any helpful or comforting words escaping from your reach. The only conclusion your mind seems to come to is just to place a hand softly on his thigh. You feel his muscle twitch at the contact and he glances over at you, a light tint of pink beginning to spread across his cheeks.
You suddenly feel embarrassed to have placed your hand there and you immediately think to yourself that perhaps it was not welcomed, though before you can remove your hand, Ezra places his own, large and warm, over yours. Your mind settles while your heart beats rapidly. You still do not know what to say, but it does not seem Ezra is expecting for you to say anything at all.
âIâve missed you at supper, Ezra,â you whisper and grin softly.
âForgive me for my absence, I was not⌠I did not feelâŚâ You sense him struggling as he lowers his head again and you place your other hand on top of your intertwined ones.
âI understand; you have no need to apologize.â
He looks at you again and you give him a reassuring smile and he returns the gesture. You two say nothing and let the comfortable silence blanket the air around you while you gaze out to your surroundings again, your hands not leaving each otherâs grasp.
âSunflower?â He calls and you turn to face him again.
âYes, Ezra?â
âIâve missed you as well.â
Chapter Four || Chapter Six
Series || Main || Taglist || AO3
Tags: @the-ginger-hedge-witch @asta-lily @honeymandos @pascalpanic @aliwritesfic @mandocrasis @hnt-escape @winter-fox-queen @sarahjkl82-blog @day-off-inkyoto @pedrocentric @astoryisaloveaffair @amandalovess @foli-vora @lucrezia-thoughts @chasingdreamer @quica-quica-quica @pedro4ever @mishasminion360 @wardenparker @librariantothejedi @fan-of-encouragement @javierpinme @writeforfandoms @ew-erin @you-got-me-starry-eyed @beskarboobs @andiesturgss @maryfanson @princessxkenobi @castleamc @magpie-to-the-morning @pbeatriz @radiowallet @stevie75 @honestly-shite @bison-writes @amneris21 @disgruntledspacedad
Ezra Prospect Tags: @quietpainter @grogusmum @tenderwhat
#ezra x f!reader#ezra x reader#ezra x you#ezra prospect x f!reader#ezra prospect x reader#ezra prospect x you#ezra au#ezra prospect au#ezra prospect fanfiction#ezra prospect fanfic#pedro pascal character fic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfic#prospect#prospect fanfiction
66 notes
¡
View notes
Note
hihihi! could i possibly request a peter parker x stark!reader where the reader and their dad arent close? possibly themed around the song motion sickness by phoebe bridgers? thank u in advance!
Motion Sickness
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: The reader finally opens up to Peter about the relationship she had with her father and what his death meant to her. Inspired by Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers
Warnings: Character death, Morgan being adorable, slight mentions of trauma (SLIGHT) and so much sadness
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, I absolutely love this song and can relate to it. Tony Stark was like a father figure to me so thanks for the tears while I wrote this lol. I hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing this! I should also try and write something that isn't so sad next.
Word Count: 2.1k
You hated him for what he did. You hated everyone for making him feel like it had to be him. You couldnât understand why he did it. Why did he have to snap his fingers? Why did it have to be him?
âHey kid, how are you feeling?â Happy sat next to you, it felt as if maybe he needed a hug more than you did. You gave Happy your best smile and shrugged, âIâm okay Happy, just needed some fresh air. It's so sad in there, it could use some music. He might have liked that.â
Happy chuckled, but he knew exactly what you were doing. You arenât the first or only Stark he had to deal with. âYeah, he might have liked that.â You and Happy sat in silence, comfortably. You were so used to faking a smile, even at your father's funeral, it felt natural. You were fine with that. After the attack in New York, Tony became distant from you. Always working on his suits, partying instead of going to your science fair. You couldn't blame him, but a part of you hated him for it. And now he's gone. He's gone and you're here with a new sister you only met a few days ago.
âDad, please. I don't need to see a shrink. I'm fine, really.â
âIt's a therapist and I think it'd be good for you.â Not many people knew this about Tony, but he would see his therapist twice a week. He hadn't realized how much you were affected by the attack on New York until Pepper pointed it out to him. Although you were only a kid when it happened, he knew the both of you would never be the same. And instead of going through it together, Tony dealt with it in his own way. Which meant you were alone to deal with it in your own way as well. You only went once, and Tony let it slide. Sometimes you thought that your dad would rather be back in that wormhole than be open with his own daughter. Whether that wormhole be the one in the sky or the one in his mind, I'll let you decide.
âWhat are you doing out here?â You and Peter were inseparable once your dad introduced you two. He couldn't hide his excitement every time you and Peter interacted. His daughter and his prodigy. In fact, he gave you the old âIf you do anything to my daughterâ talk instead of giving it to Peter. He said you'd corrupt him and you did but that's a story for another time.
âJust thinking.â You couldn't stand to be out in the world anymore, not with all the constant reminders of him. It made you emotionally sick. It was easier to be numb than to feel.
âIs that why you've been ignoring my texts and calls?â If you were being honest with yourself, you'd say that yes you were avoiding Peter. For reasons, you didn't want to admit it out loud or to yourself. You loved Peter, he was sweet and silly. He was everything you weren't. He was even closer to your father than you ever were. You can see why your dad took a liking to him. He was nothing like a Stark.
You sat just outside your window on the fire escape. Peter was only wearing his Spidey mask. âWhat's with the mask?â
âDidn't want people seeing me swing around the city as Peter Parker.â Peter takes off his mask with ease while you look for any reason to run inside and avoid him a little longer. âSo why are you avoiding me?â No more hiding.
You sigh and figure, you can't keep running from him. He doesnât deserve that. âYou're not the only one I'm avoiding Peter.â
Peter takes a seat next to you and waits. He doesn't say a word, just sits next to you and waits until you're ready.
âIt's like everywhere I go, I see his face. A constant reminder of who he was to the world. And what he was to the world is so much different from what he was to me. A hero who made the ultimate sacrifice, a father who was never around. I don't know whether to be thankful or to hate him for it. He left before we could ever get close. And we blipped for five years, and I came back with a sister who knows him better than I do. She's always asking me how dad was like before her, but I donât know Peter! And it's so frustrating! Not knowing who my father was and then coming back to find out that he read her bedtime stories and played hide and seek with her. When I won my science fair he was miles away at some party. I thought once maybe when I'm older we can finally both heal from what happened in New York and get to know each other. Then you came along, and I realized that I could never have what you two had with each other.â You hadn't realized the tears coming from Peter until you finally looked up at him. âWhy are you crying? I'm supposed to be crying. Not you peter.â
Peter smiled softly at you and wiped away a few tears that were rolling down your cheeks. âYou are y/n.â It was like a dam broke and you could no longer stop it. âI just really miss him, Peter.â You leaned into Peter and finally cried. âI miss him too.â
âI didn't know you and Mr. Stark weren't close. He always talked about you and how proud of you he was. It made me a little jealous, wishing I had a dad that was as great as him. He was a father figure to me, you know?.â Peter can recall many long nights where he and Tony only ever talked about you. He could also see how sad Tony was when he talked about you. Peter now just realized why that was. He missed you, except you were alive and well. Peter could only imagine how he felt for those five years you were gone.
âReally? Whenever we were together all he ever talked about was you. He said you were the only thing he never second-guessed. To be honest it made me a little jealous of you.â You and Peter chuckle at the idea of being jealous of each other.
âPeter, Iâm horrible at this whole opening up stuff. But I don't want to leave this world someday and have the people I love second guess whether or not I loved them.â Peter nodded, understanding what you were trying to tell him. âI'll help you y/n, I always will. Just please don't drown me out or push me away. I need you too. I can't lose you too y/n.â
After you and Peter talked you decided that the following day you would go see Pepper and Morgan. You didn't even get a word out and Pepper was already hugging you and saying how much she missed you. And that she knew why you were there. So she let you go downstairs to Tony's lab. You looked around and really just imagined him running around finding some breakthrough for a project he was working on. Then you bumped into one of his tables and knocked a few things over.
âShit.â
âShit!.â
You turned around and found Morgan smiling at you from the stairs.
âMorgan! Only mommy can say that word, she claimed it.â
âWhat are you doing down here?â
âKnocking over some shit apparently.â You and Morgan giggle and head upstairs. You stay for dinner and Pepper tells you how much she and Morgan miss you.
You tell Pepper about how you've been feeling about Tony and his death. You tell her how angry you were that he felt like he had to do this. And how guilty you felt for not trying hard enough to open up to him. The image of your dad on his back while he slowly died made you sick. Emotionally sick. You explain to her what it felt like to turn into dust and to feel Tony hold on to you with all his strength, just to wake up in this battle and watch him snap his fingers. You were thankful you made it out and sorry that it all went down like it did.
She offered to stay with them for a while. Maybe you and Morgan can get to know each other a little more. You consider her offer, it scared you to be a part of their lives now. You don't understand why. But before you could give her an answer you two saw Happy driving up the driveway.
âHey Kiddo, I talked to Peter earlier and he told me to come see you,â Peter told Happy about the conversation you two had. Peter didn't know if he could be much help and was worried about you. So he called Happy and asked if he could help, and Happy knew exactly what to do.
âHow'd you know I'd be here?â You'd see Happy every once in a while. He'd come to your apartment to make sure you were alright. He was the only person you couldn't avoid, even if you tried. He's trained in working with Starks.
âPepper called me and told me you were here. I got something to show you.â You and Happy walk to the living room and set down a device. âYour dad told me to show you this when I thought you were ready.â You looked at Happy confused, then a hologram of your dad appeared. Morgan came running to sit next to you and held your hand.
You panicked and couldn't even imagine what your dad wanted to say. Then it's like every good memory you had of him left your brain. And everything you wanted to say to him occupied your mind. Why must you try and save everyone? Why did you leave? Why couldn't you talk to me?
And now it's too late to change anything. And you can't ignore the things that remind you of him anymore, even if you try. You can't drown him out anymore.
âY/n, I told Happy to give this to you when you needed it. So I guess now you need it.â Tony sits down on his hologram chair and looks directly at you as if he knew where you'd sit. âBefore I had you, I was partying and sleeping with women I thought were interesting enough. I thought I had it all. All the money, all the fame. But I realized that I only did those things to drown out how lonely I was. Even the loudest parties seemed so quiet. Then when I met you, it was as if I were in the band. Everything came to life. I know after New York it was like I left. And I can't forgive myself for leaving you the way I did. I also don't expect you to forgive me. But know that I love you. I always will. I love you both 3000.â
You told Peter everything that happened a few days later. And how you agreed to stay with Pepper for a while and make sure Morgan never knows what it feels like to be drowned out.
âI miss him, Peter. I wish I could just tell him that. We weren't close but god, I miss him.â You wondered if maybe you were making the wrong choice, staying with pepper. Maybe not feeling at all would be easier.
âPlease don't second guess your decision. This will be good for you I promise. I'll see you every day if you need me to. Just please don't shut us out again.â
âI just wonder if forgetting him is easier than all of this right now.â
âYou aren't just shutting him out though, you're shutting us out, me. Please don't leave me.
It was then that you realized what your father must have felt like when he came back from that battle in new york. You were so angry at him shutting you out that you hadn't realized that you were starting to do the same thing to everyone else.
âOkay Peter, okay. I won't surrender to the sound.â
#anon ask#thanks anon!#send asks#alexxx writes#alex writes#spiderman x you#spiderman x reader#spiderman x y/n#spider man#spiderman#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x you#peter x you#peter x reader#peter parker#tony stark reader insert#stark reader#tony stark#mcu#marvel#ask alexxx#ask alex
53 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Crooked Kingdom Review đ°ď¸
Holy shit.
(spoiler warning, duh)
Book: Crooked Kingdom (Book 2 of the Six of Crows Duology)
Author: Leigh Bardugo
Rating: 5.5/5
The Plot
This book took me a bit longer to finish because I wanted to absorb as much of the plot as possible because of how much action there was. Every chapter had something going wrong (cough cough part 4) which made it impossible to put the book down. Some parts literally had my heart racing.
There were a lot of interesting moments and I would hardly say they were predictable. At some parts of the book I literally had to just...sit there and just think about how incredible the twists were. I never expected anything to happen, and the way things played out in the end were mind-blowing. I loved the way the plot expanded and it was very satisfying when the book ended.
The Characters
"Where do you think the money went?" he repeated.
"Guns?" asked Jesper
"Ships?" queried Inej.
"Bombs?" suggested Wylan.
"Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.
I fell in love with every single character and watching them grow made me so happy. I think personally I loved Kaz Brekker the most in this book because you really got to see how his trauma left him scarred, as well as how skillful he really is when it came to the missions. The smallest details of Kaz's character just built him into such an awesome character. His backstory expanded, explaining so many things that I didn't even think I needed to know until I read them. Plus the fact that he basically wrote the book. Leigh made up the idea for the plot and Kaz said "I'll take it from here".
"I don't hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. I feed it fine cuts of meat and send it to the best schools. I nurture my grudges, Rollins"
And that was what destroyed you in the end: the longing for something you could never have.
Inej stole my heart again and again and for what. She really is such a well-built character with amazing determination. The beginning literally had me shaking (It was also the part of the book that had my heart-racing) because I really felt for Inej. Leigh also wrote Inej's kidnapped chapters perfectly, it felt so real. Her showdown with White Blade was so beautifully written and honestly Dunyasha was such a cool character I almost wish she was developed into something more rather than killed.
Anyway, Inej holds a place in my heart and it was refreshing to have such an in depth character, from her history at the Menagerie, to her references of her culture (which were so beautiful). It really made her stand out from the rest of the crew and she was just an incredible character.
"That was how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway."
"The Suli believe that when we do wrong, we give life to our shadows. Every sin makes the shadow stronger, until eventually the shadow is stronger than you."
Her heart was a river that carried her to the sea.
Jesper was the character I resonated the most with. His backstory was so interesting and structured, but simple. I did enjoy the appearance of his father because it added an element of Jesper's character we didn't see much of before. We got to learn his backstory and learn about his relationship with his father. His unhealthy habits was also something I resonated with so it comforted me to be able to understand this character and connect with him. Also, I love the fact that his ADHD was given more attention to show how and why he dealt with situations the way he did. Also, when he bent the direction of the bullet at the last part...chills. He's my ultimate comfort character and I loved getting to know him.
Guilt and love and resentment were all tangled up inside him, and every time he tried to unravel the knot in his gut, it just got worse.
There's a wound in you, and the tables, the dice, the cards--they feel like medicine. They soothe you, put you right for a time. But they're poison, Jesper. Every time you play, you take another sip.
Nina was definitely one of my favorite characters to see grow. The creativity that was put into her powers was amazing and she was just such a badass. She could literally raise fuckers from the DEAD????? That shit made me lose my mind like how powerful can she GET. She was definitely an awesome character and I really wished we got some more on her powers and her story after they got their money.
She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.
Wylan...sweet Wylan. I love him so much it hurts. He was such an entertaining character and his courage was awesome, he really stood out from the rest of the characters because of how different he was from all of them. He also admired all of the crows and was treated like a little brother by all of them which was so cute. The character development went from "Why am I here?" to "How can I help?" and I loved seeing him become a part of the crows. Also in that last scene where he's just leaning against the wall, beat the fuck up, was so good SAINTS.
Wylan summoned every bit of bravado he'd learned from Nina, the will he'd learned from Matthias, the focus he'd studied in Kaz the courage he'd learned from Inej, and the wild, reckless hope, he'd learned from Jesper, the belief that no matter the odds, somehow they would win.
But they were his first friends, his only friends, and Wylan knew that even if heâd had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.
Matthias back with his long ass chapters (until chapter 40 LOL) (i'm so sorry that was outta pocket). Anyway, I still had meh feelings for him but I loved him and Nina's relationship. Yes, I shed a few tears when he died that shit hurt come on now. I did like to see his protective side and him overcoming his fears and past beliefs. The character development in him was immaculate.
He was on the ice once more, and somewhere he could hear the wolves howling. But this time, he knew they were welcoming him home.
The Ships
Kanej: cries. literally in tears. bawling my eyes out. throughout the entire book. THEY HELD HANDSSSSSS, HE OPENED UP TO HERRRRR, THE SHIPPPP AND THE PARENTSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY HEARTTTTTT
I would come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together--knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.
Wesper: adorable adorable adorable. my favorite gay mfs in the world. Jesper is such a fucking flirt though he had ME blushing. Also when Jesper kissed Kuwei HAHAHA WHATTT, the way Kuwei was like đ had me gone. Anyway, the chemistry between these two was something else (so much better than in the first book) and the ending with them was wholesome I'm so happy they got the happy ending.
Wylan shrugged. âMaybe. Not all poisons have an antidote.â Jesper snorted. âThatâs why we call him Wylan Van Sunshine.â
This was the kiss heâd been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makkerâs Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heartâor was it Wylanâs?âlike a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh. (<3)
Helnik: cries. again. sobs. This one hurt me so bad, I literally was just sitting in my bed staring at the wall, book in hand, crying. They had such a beautiful relationship and they grew so much together it HURT. The way Matthias was so protective of Nina and was always worrying about her. They planned their future together in their heads all the time. They were SO HAPPY WHY COULDN"T THEY JUST BE HAPPY.
They deserved the world.
I will always protect you, even in death, I will find a way.
You aren't a flower, you're every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You are a stampede. You are overwhelming.
Final Thoughts:
My final thoughts are scattered throughout the review, but overall this book took everything from Six of Crows and made it better. It broke me, made me laugh, had me angry as fuck, but it also left me feeling like I knew these characters and they knew me. It really was so much better than the first book in so many different levels and I will never get over this book. Truly better than waffles.
#crooked kindgom#kaz brekker#six of crows#kanej#the crows#jesper fahey#wylan van sunshine#inej ghafa#kuwei yul bo#pekka rollins#no mourners no funerals#kaz x inej#soc#book review#booklr#helnik#wesper#mathias helvar#queen of mourning#grishaverse
41 notes
¡
View notes
Text
BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Final Space, Season 3
Everybody that know me know that Iâm high class #Quillective trash and my main thoughts and feelings go out to Quinn Ergon and Gary Goodspeed - precious Gemini gems, and of course the BABIES: Little Cato, Ash and Fox #NeshaLuhDaKids I had some attachment to Avocato once upon a time, but that n***a got on my LAST nerves this season, so we currently at âDo you, Booâ status by the end of S3, and eventually, yes, Iâma get to why that is.Â
Disclaimer for somebody who stumbled across this post because of the fandom tags - I am an independent partaker of this content, not âpart of the fandom,â and my audience in particular is NOT for everybody. SO: If you may have been criticized in the past for casual racism, tone deafness to Black womenâs concerns or accused of misogynoir or antiblackness, leave now.Â
If you donât like cussing, AAVE, general ratchetness and mean lesbian energy, you too might wanna go. A bitch can be eloquent, but I type like I talk, at times, so it is what it is and I donât curate for kids, dudes, or nonblacks. Thatâs just what that is.
I wanna start with Ash Graven. This season is about Ash more than anybody else, despite the fact that there was a lot of emphasis on Avocatoâs toxic ass man pain and growth in Quinn and Garyâs relationship, ULTIMATELY, nobody in the crew did more coming into fruition as Ash did, and I have a lot to say about her, because I have a lot of feelings.
âĄÂ Ash Graven
1. Ash is a kid. Lol. Everybody got very confused because of the unnecessary transformation that Invictus gave her. Ash did not âgrow up,â her body was altered. Thatâs a fuckin kid in a womanâs body. A kid who has previously been living with survivorâs guilt, parental abuse/neglect/exploitation, chronic trauma, and a disastrous superpower that most people could not be trusted to carry. Sheâs a child having a coming of age moment in this season that is mostly molded in manipulation. If you hate on Ash, go fuck yourself. ESPECIALLY if Iâve caught you stanning other characters who have been shit characters, in this fandom or not. Ash was dealt a shit hand and nobody had her back but her brothers, and sheâs done what she could and thought was best to care for them. Anybody that missed that - just donât have kids, K.
2. Ash has no parental guidance. As far as she knows, the only adults who have ever had her back are dead and the ones that sheâs stuck with now, she GAVE a chance to try to trust them. She gave Quinn a chance to try to see some of Nightfall (the only adult that weâve seen not exploit her) in her. She gave Gary a chance by choosing him over Clarence, when she had to make a choice. She even gave Clarenceâs ass another chance - with which he responded by dying to not fail her. Now, she has Gary, who just a few days or weeks ago, idek, forced her to try to summon her powers while she was both injured and also upset over having to leave her brother behind - TO SAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND! And she got snatched away in the process and left behind with the enemy, to be mentally assaulted and returned changed, only to have them not trust her.
I love Quinn too. I love her dearly. But the facts were that she was dying and having an episode that nobody could really help with, and Gary didnât take the time or consideration to think about the stress that he was putting on Ash by putting her in the position to make her feel like she needed to save Quinn for him. Whether or not she was the only one who could, that is a lot to put on a child, and not only did he do it, but he didnât even seem to think that hard about it whenever he then left her ass. Sure, he was glad when she was returned, but that was a fucked up situation that yet another adult put her into, and the first thing that he should have wanted to do when seeing her was to apologize and try to make it right. It was a huge miscalculation to treat her as a potential enemy that he and Avocato needed to vet. EVEN IF thatâs what she was to them, both of them should have had the sense to assess while still treating her as the kid that they supposedly knew.
3. Most of her trauma has been recent and continuous. She looked up to Nightfall, watched her die, and had a meltdown. The events from Season 2 (with Clarence almost killing Fox and leaving him to die, her leaving his side to help out, seeing that Sheryl was treacherous to her own son, losing Nightfall), and the events that are taking place in Season 3 are only in the span of a few months.
They were only stranded for a month whenever we see them surviving together. That girl has had more happen to her to hurt her than to help her and nobody around her BUT Little Cato has been sensitive to that. And they are all fucking adults.
These things being noted - changing Ashâs design was the absolute worse fucking thing. Aging a girl up to make the bad things that follow more palatable is what that seems to be. Ash is still a kid. And THEN, they allegedly made her a queer kid. I say allegedly, because that ârevealâ was so poorly done and subtle and weak that I, an almost 40 year old queer, didnât realize that thatâs what they meant whenever they said that they were gonna reveal somebody as a character who is part of the LGBT community.
So... FS production just gonâ decide not only to transform her body into that of a woman, when her mind is still full on traumatized child and hormonal teenager, but also, she likes girls, and they didnât even do it in a cohesive way that added to the story. They threw it in, like, âBTW, she likes girls, and also, sheâs full grown now.â then immediately went for the âVillainâ lever, and bitches just ate that shit up. Fuck yâall, forreal.Â
& Fox
He didnât deserve that shit. And, I know a lot of people felt that he was pointless and boring, but his ass was sweet and caring and searching for love and acceptance. As a background character, I liked him. But, he was literally just fodder for Ashâs downfall, which was unfair and problematic, considering that his ass is definitely Black coded. Donât play. He was voiced by a Black man, spoke with a blaccent, and definitely would be read as Black if you wasnât looking at him and seeing an alien. They gave him a sacrificial negro trope, the big friendly negro that can kill you but loves everybody trope, and they used his death to just push some narrative forward to set up the one verified queer character as a villain. They got they ass in a vehicle and rolled right over another Black character, and another queer character. Chile...
 âĄÂ Little Cato!!!
My precious have not been getting some good for too long, and I have had it. Heâs not focused on so much this season as he is in the background of other peopleâs stories, but a very important takeaway is and will always be that Little Cato, aside from Fox, really was the only one here who consistently treated her like she mattered, so it made a lot of sense that he could be the catalyst for her finally having ENOUGH with these people.
I really wish that he could have found out the truth about his past from Avocato, because thatâs really who OWED him that truth, but Ash did the thing that Iâd expect and told him, to be honest with him. She even told him that Avocato wanted to tell him and that she took that right away from him, because she didnât believe he deserved it, and Iâm respecting her for that, too. I wish she could see how much it hurt Little Cato for her to try to take him away from his home.Â
Little Cato has lived before, for a while, and heâs not mature enough to behave as a man, but he at least has a loving foundation to draw from, and having had that support, this is more of his home than it is Ashâs. He doesnât know how to explain that to her, and she doesnât know how to understand that for him. Just a tragic situation for two kids with a lot of problems.
âĄÂ Quinn Ergon & Gary Goodspeed
Quinnary notes that might not be featured in the BFCD Reviews by Nesha:Â (Quinn Ergon/Nightfall x Gary Goodspeed) rundown -Â
I've had two favorite parts of this season so far and they're very mediocre things that you wouldn't think would be like my favorite part but they are. One of them was that the first thing Gary does when she wakes up is to ask her about her sister (someone obviously very important to her who he's previously promised to allow to let live through Quinn's memory and says he wants to hear about her when he's trying to keep Quinn from dying). Because... He really did care and wasn't just saying something to keep her.
Quinn's mother fucked her up in a way that is so frustrating because Black mamas really will traumatize you about their younger kids. That shit hurt. You showed your daughter dead bodies to make her think about that in the event that your other daughter might be in battle? Bitch wtf
Whenever we say that Black girls are programmed to put everybody ahead of us, that's unfortunately not just including Society, it's in households too. And Quinn comes from this place where that is her reality... Then she meets Gary and he doesn't even register for her as anything special. He doesn't appear impressive or incredible in any way... But he (admittedly) weirdly locks on to her and shares himself - thinking that he's showing himself to her, and ultimately he DOES. And he wants to see her too, beyond all this, who she is, at her most humane. He wants to know about her sister. About someone who mattered to her enough to have the helm of her trauma when she was out of touch with reality. Very soft. Very sweet.
The other was when they were talking about how they met and stuff and Gary absolutely cringed thinking about how corny he was when he approached this woman. A lot of dudes never do that. The complaint of earlier seasons that Gary was overbearing, obsessive and creepy , if you missed the fact that he has terrible abandonment issues from his fatherâs death and his motherâs rejection, here we have him, in his adult state, looking back at the way he was and being embarrassed about it, and thatâs growth!
A close third is whenever at the beginning of the Season he says "Quinn it's been a month eventually you have to open up to me about what you've been through" and she says "I will in time" and he respects it but he reiterates that he's there whenever she needs him. I don't think that people realize how revolutionary that kind of statement is especially for a character like Quinn to hear - who has always felt like she had to take charge, had to take the lead, had to make the sacrifice.
Even when she realized that she was dying, she didn't want to burden him with the information. Not even like âa thing that she knew if that could help prevent it and she didn't want him to have to go after it,â but... she didn't even want him to have to deal with knowing about it!
Maybe she thought that she would just drop, maybe she didn't realize that he was going to have to see her in that condition. And then once she realized that he was going to have to see her in that condition one of the first things she says is "I should have told you." Girl is on her deathbed wishing she had done it differently, for Gary's benefit.
I saw somebody on Twitter tried to come for her about not going to Gary after he killed Fox (you know, shortly after her surgery to save her from the very brink of death, and listen... Quinn comes to see about Gary when she can. Sheâs done it several times. In fact, Iâma make a whole POST about Quinn and Gary moments SPECIFICALLY to point out to haters in the main tag - where they got Quinn Ergon, and by extension, me, FUCKED UP.
Stop Playing in Quinn Face
HI! HELLO. ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS SEASON IS THAT QUINN AND GARY JUST FUCKED. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. THANKS. OK. Back 2 bidness
See.. after Gary and Quinn got over the humps of Quinnâs Final Space poisoning... everyone got it... nobody told her until Avocato was mad and told her during a lash out, and let me say something about Avocatoâs fucking audacity this season...Â
âĄÂ Avocato (Note: His name is A-V-O-C-A-T-O. Some of yâall be tryna stan and yâall canât even spell his name.)
I done seent Avacata, Avocata... Thatâs not that dude name. Be writing whole ass expositions about some other Ventrexian n*gga. Hope this helps:
AVOCATO. Listen, boy. YOU decided to be a traitor to your people and your king and queen. YOU decided to dedicate your cause to the Lord Commander and lied to your son his entire life about killing his parents, raising him, and never talking to him about it.
Yet and STILL - whenever you had the chance to finally tell him, you ainât do the shit. Lord Commander gave you the perfect ass opportunity - WHEN IT CAME UP, and even then, with that boy looking you dead in the face and being glad that now he knows everything... you ainât Ventrexian man up.
Then, whenever you were supposed to be checking on Gary after his traumatic murder fight with Fox and Invictus, you turned it around and literally made it about you. attacking him in the process and only after a physical fight did you apologize. (And yâall still didnât get back to what had happened to Gary, which was no real fault of his own).Â
Fast forward to after you willingly agreed to stay behind and fight and yâall lost. Now, it was Quinnâs turn to be the center of your blame and you lashed out at her because everybody is dying, despite the fact that yâall agreed to stay behind and fight, nobody even told her that yâall were sick, AND you still wasnât 100 with Little Cato.Â
You just had a lot of mothafuckin audacity this season, Avocato, and I personally was not here for the shit. Even when Ash blasted yo ass, your main thought was to threaten to kill her if she took Little Cato, instead of assuring her that despite what youâve done, Little Cato was safe with you. No, she wouldnât have listened to you. But, the words you chose tell us about who you are and how you are. You a war mongering killer that donât ever take responsibility for his shit, and even in those brief moments that you do, its always somebody elseâs problem.Â
Iâda thunk that LC getting snatched away would be humbling for you, but I guess you were chosen by the writers for minimal growth. Bye, Avocato. Witcha bitch ass. We is not cool right now, but you do you. Hope you find some growth up there in ya ass, where ya head been. đ Canât believe I mourned yo ass. You coulda stayed dead as hell.
FINALE NOTES:
OK BITCH OK THIS FINALE WAS HYPE!
Let me pull it up so that I can liveblog it for the shit that I need to conclude this journey.Â
We start out after Ash done took Little Cato and burnt off. Gary and AVOCATO done said they finna go get they son. Chile, I cannot handle Biskit voice. I like that lilâ dude but ya voice, Mane. I canât with it.Â
OK OK OK... Whenever Quinn comes up to Gary to talk to him and say potential goodbyes, she look like she wanna say some and that makes me think about whenever she looked like she wanted to say something in season 1 and didnât. Quinn as grown a lot in her feelings for Gary, but she still has that hard time with talking about her feelings, but I love that you can see them in her face.
Chile... these folk was kinda taking they time gettin started, huh? Knuckas, do yâall remember that everybody finna die of FS poisoning? Lol. Also... why didnât they start hallucinating and shit? I guess its not until it covers ya face?Â
NIGHTFALL. đĽ I love you, Sis. I miss you. But, âBecause Iâm you and WE think of everything...â YES. I HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT! EVERYBODY EXPECTS QUINN TO THINK OF EVERYTHING AND WHENEVER THEY DONâT THINK OF THE THINGS, SHE GETS BLAMED FOR MAKING THE TOUGH DECISIONS THAT NOBODY ELSE COULD EVEN MAKE. Underappreciated, really. And people still mark Nightfall as a villain, despite the fact that she not only sacrificed herself, but also came specifically to help another Gary. Sidenote - Nightfall didnât actually pursuit Quinnâs Gary until Quinn was trapped in Final Space and she thought she got a signal from him. So, Iâm still salty AF that she been labelled as a villain just because people donât like her, when her actions have all been to try to help. Here is no difference. She thought of the things that she didnât think a younger version of her would think of, and left it for Quinn to find. Nightfall be on RNS, and most of yâall didnât deserve her.
Quinnâs identity crisis is so sad, but I liked that Nightfall EVEN thought about that. And Sheryl... you kinda starting to grow on me. I hate to give shitty mothers who find compassion in old chance a try, but she do seem to really be giving it a go.Â
Ash is so fucked up that she rushes right into the devilâs arms. This reminds me of when trafficking victims go back to their abusers because they donât have the resources to adjust in the system. đŞ She REALLY believes what sheâs saying. She really feels like Little Cato is safer with Invictus with the Team Squad. Thatâs sad as fuck, bruh.Â
THE. ACTING. AND. ARTWORK. IN. THIS. CONFRONTATION. SCENE.
Avocato... Iâm proud of you for FINALLY taking responsibility ad opening up about it. Little Catoâs reaction is precisely how kids in the system are, as well. They wanna be at home with their parents, no matter who their parents are or what theyâve done. and Avocato meant what he said and did what I referred to earlier as âVentraxian man up.â
âIâm sorry we failed you,â from Gary was so important. Because, they technically did fail her. Had Ash seen the same amount of love from Gary as sheâs seen him give to others, she might have been more receptive to the truth and less susceptible to lies. But, as she had just said earlier, it was too late for kind words. Sheâs currently beyond accepting them from him. For a brief moment, it breaks through, but without that ability to know love from an adult properly, she canât accept that apology right now.
H.U.E. with his big robot, Lord Commander...EYE. Thereâs so much happening right now bitch processing has left the room girl. Biskit did so damn much this episode. And it was good to see everybody on the team have a moment to help things, instead of like one person having to handle the bulk of things.Â
Quinnâs begging voice... its such a contrast from whenever she sent out the SOS in season 1 and was afraid and angry. Like... the desperation here shows her softness.Â
Ashâs RAGE Bitch...
Garyâs âI love you...â She looked so happy! And then she just sat with it. I feel like she definitely loves him too, but she doesnât communicate that way. But, her FACE. She was just... did she think that he didnât before, or was she just speechless because she didnât expect to hear it? Because, we gotta be real... Sis probably has not ever heard those words from anybody before. And that first time, when itâs really there is a DOOZIE. She had an abusive mother, a seemingly jealous or competitive sister, and we saw how nobody in the Infinity Guard respected her ass when she was serving them the real. I think this is the first time sheâs been in love or felt it and when Gary said it, she had to collect herself. The way she ran to him and jumped into his arms??? SHIPPING CRACK. And Mooncake was a part of their hug too. I have a lot of feelings about this dynamic since Quinn and Mooncake are the only characters that weâve seen Gary have these âlove at first sightâ reactions to and Mooncake is the first character that I recall Quinn being nice to in S1.Â
So.. my heart was very full when they ripped it from my chest moments later. Mooncake has been watching Team Squad members be self sacrificing for a little while now, and he loves his family and Gary so much that he rushes straight towards danger. (Sure, I donât think that he estimated how powerful Ash could be at this moment), but he had to at least consider that he might be caught or left behind.
Bitch, Ash is GONE. She said, âFuck all yâall!â Not knowing whether or not Mooncake is destroyed makes it very hard for me to know how much I can stand this, but I also want to hope that he is gonna survive. Quinn having to make the decision to lightfold is hella sad, but even though Gary is destroyed, he has to know that this is exactly how Ash mustâve felt whenever he had to make the call to leave Fox behind. She hated to do that to Gary. She even seemed more regretful about it than Gary did whenever he had to leave Fox and when he left Ash. Sure, its because she loves him more than he loved Fox and Ash, but its a terrible position to be in to have to hurt somebody you love like that. On the other hand, they gave her hella shit for them not escaping when could have the first time, so naturally, she was going to make this decision.Â
It very much sucks that Invictus is free and my brain canât eeem FATHOM what that means for everything and everybody, but the Final Space poisoning left the Team Squadâs system, so maybe there is a rejuvenation of some sort in Invictusâ power? Or does Final Space poisoning leave your system as soon as you leave Final Space? I donât think that was clarified.Â
Anyways, I still donât hate Ash. Yâall can say whatever about it, but I see sad white boys get forgiven all day every day on this site, and Iâm upset, but Iâm not letting my baby go. Iâm not cheering her on, but unless she dies, Iâm gonna hope for the best for her, like I said here.Â
DAMN this season was some shit. Ionknow if Iâm emotionally capable of watching another season of Final Space in progress. If they make it back for another season, I will most likely just wait until the end to dive in and let them shock my senses all at once instead of on a weekly goddamn basis, because GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDDAMN!
@andromidagalaxie @daintyurbanprincess @shslargue @space-finallyâ The Quinnary Moments Masterlist probably wonât be ready by Quinnâs birthday, since her birthday is the day before Juneteenth, but Iâve started on a little fic that I might have the first installment of posted by then. We shall see.Â
âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
Here is my JOURNEY during my first watch of the first two seasons of the show. (I watched Season 3 in progress and waited until it was over to write up this review) and my probably incoherent tag of whenever I do me a lilâ liveblogging: Nesha Watches Final Space, and here is my review on Quinnary: BFCD Reviews by Nesha: (Quinn Ergon/Nightfall x Gary Goodspeed) FINAL SPACE
#Final Space#BFCD Reviews by Nesha#Nesha Watches Final Space#Nesha Watches#Quinn Ergon#Quinn Ergon commentary#Final Space season 3#Final Space spoilers#long post
22 notes
¡
View notes
Note
How did komahina co-parent at first? How was hajimes reaction to the twins? Did bebi like getting siblings
komahina's co-parenting at first was...definitely an Ordeal. not even because of bebi, but bc komahina is a mess. originally hajime was very insecure about his role in bebi's life, as he had very clearly asserted himself as a separate person from izuru and that he was going to live as hajime and not someone else- so wouldn't that make bebi Not his kid? sure, they're his genetically, but in theory.... that was the dilemma he dealt with. he'd already grown attached to them when he was caring for them while nagito was still in a coma and worries now that nagito has woken up, his job is done, and that nagito won't want him around bebi anymore. in turn, nagito is worried that bc hajime is asserting himself as separate from izuru that he doesn't see bebi as his kid and will not be interested in raising them, that bebi will lose their father and nagito will lose his once-husband (lurking somewhere in hajime's subconscious...) turned best friend. they live together right off the bat, sleeping in the same bed (bebi likes to be held by the 2 of them to fall asleep...but even when bebi sleeps in their own bed they didn't think to get separate bedrooms or anything...) and end up becoming very.....affectionate with one another despite their claims that they're purely platonic. they "platonically" hold hands, cuddle, kiss, kiss, and more...intimate things in the cover of night ;) nagito's convinced hajime is just "using him for stress relief" and he's only truly staying bc he'd feel guilty leaving bebi. hajime thinks they're together. this miscommunication is not truly cleared up until hajime proposes. other than that, they both love bebi very very much and spend all their time with bebi, doting on them, playing with them, caring for them.
as for hajime's reaction to the twins- that in itself was also an Ordeal! when nagito found out he was pregnant again, bebi was very sick and in the hospital, which was very hard on nagito as he blamed himself. and he had resigned himself to leaving bebi and hajime, thinking they'd be safer without him in their lives. hajime was an adult who was fully informed of the danger of nagito's luck and had izuru's luck to protect him ! but bebi couldn't consent to that. he did not want to risk hurting his child in any capacity. so he resigned himself to leaving...but the news of pregnancy only devastated him further. to think he'd ruin not only bebi and hajime's lives but the life of another baby (not knowing it was twins lol)....it was too much for him. the plan was to leave the island, suffer through the pregnancy by himself, and come back after the birth to drop their new baby off before disappearing forever.
trans male pregnancy under the cut
bc nagito's carrying twins, the toll on his body during this pregnancy is far worse than it was during despair. he becomes very weak and sickly, especially with the added stress and despair of trying to leave his 'best friend' and kid, his kid being in the hospital,,, he hasn't been taking care of himself. the night bebi returns from the hospital (fully recovered! ...but having finally fully lost their vision in their right eye), hajime catches nagito trying to leave. he'd collapsed on his way out, having gotten incredibly dizzy. he'd left nothing but a note on the nightstand reading, "Be back soon." hajime wakes up to an empty bed and almost (almost) panics, steadies his breaths to the small snores of a sleeping baby in a nearby crib. he finds nagito half unconscious on the beach slumped on a duffel bag. "nagito??? nagito???? nagito!!! oh, thank god" "h...inata-kun?" "yea, it's me, come on, let's get you-" and nagitos eyes clear up and he shoves hajime away. "nagito-?" "stay away from me!" "nagito, you're not in your right mind, let's go back to the cabin-" "...how did you find me." "well, I found your note, which scared me shitless- I had no idea where you were or what had happened to you and frankly, I'm pretty pissed about that, but that can wait until I know you're safe-" "I'm so sorry, hinata-kun, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry, hinata-kun, hinata-kun, hinata-kun-" "jeez, I said you can call me hajime... it's alright, relax, i'm not really mad. I was just worried." "you don't understand, you have to get away from me now-" "what are you even doing out here. what's with the bag" "hinata-kun." "....where were you going" "I hadn't decided yet" "why" "I-" "just bc you're in remission, you think you can just do whatever you want? what if something happened to you? goddamn it, you're not bullet proof, nagito! I know you're working on it, I know you're trying, but fuck you're so goddamn selfish! people care about you! I care about you! why can't you just understand that!" "i won't let myself hurt you!" "you're hurting me now!" "this will ruin your life, i will ruin your life-" "im your fucking....best friend, just tell me what's wrong, i can help you-" "nobody can help me, it's too late for me..." "goddamn it, nagito, please-!" and nagitos voice breaks when he whispers. "...i'm pregnant" ".......what" and nagito breaks into a quiet sob "I'm pregnant, hajime, and no one else on this island would dare defile themselves with me the way you have..." "are you serious?" "please don't make me say it again" and maybe if nagito weren't lost in a spiral of self deprecation and if his eyes weren't swimming with tears, he would've seen the nervous smile that broke out on hajime's face, the joy in his voice. "nagito, that's-!" "horrible? disgusting? i know I'm an abomination, hajime, maybe if my pathetic body functioned the way it was meant to-" "don't say that. don't you ever say that" "please just leave..." "you...you were pregnant with our kid and you were gonna leave??? what if you relapsed? what if you needed me?" hajime grabbed his face and forced nagito to look at him. "why are you doing this?" nagito laughed breathlessly, hysterically. "don't worry, hinata-kun, i would have brought them back! i simply didnt want to force you through the despair of having someone as putrid as me being pregnant, knowing that you've procreated with the lowest scum of the earth....surely it would ruin you. besides, i could never take your child from their father. nor would i subject them to my luck...will you let me go now, knowing your child will be alright" "they're your kid too" "for the sake of their sanity I'd rather keep that to myself" hajime steeled his expression, then grabbed Nagito's wrist. "we're going back to the cabin. we'll talk more in the morning." "Hinata-kun, let go of me." "nagito, let's go." "hinata, let go" "I'm not leaving you out here" nagito starts tearing up again and scratching frantically at his own skin. "please" "we're leaving." and hajime picks nagito up (he was
probably still too dizzy to walk anyway). but nagito starts screaming and thrashing and crying and weakly hitting hajime. "LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO, IM GONNA HURT YOU, IM GONNA KILL YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE-" and hajime starts silently crying too but he just holds on tighter and keeps walking. i think they get to the cabin and hajime sets him down on the bed and nagito starts punching hajimes chest (not hard) but hajime just grabs his wrists and holds them tight as nagito struggles and cries softly. "i ruined your life..me and this broken body of mine." "i...love you. you're not broken. I'm not leaving and neither are you." "i hate you..." "you're the best thing that ever happened to me." "I'll kill you..." "you won't." "why won't you just leave.." "why won't you stay." "..." "lets go to bed. we'll see mikan in the morning. get some rest." nagito is still scratching at his skin when hajime pulls him against his chest and forces nagito to lay down with him. "i love you" "im scared..." "i know" "im so sorry.." "i know. it's ok" "it's not" "as long as you're still with me, it is." "you're too kind to me.." "i love you." "how many times are you going to say that." "as many times as it takes for you to believe it." and the conversation pitters off as nagito silently sobs into hajime's chest until he passes out while Hajime rubs small circles into his back and presses kisses to his head. nagito wakes up with his eyes swollen face still tucked into Hajime's chest and he knows hajime's awake bc he can feel his chest vibrating with light hums and soft strokes to his hair. nagito looks up and licks his lips, eyes watering again when he sees hajime's patient gaze, his eyes crinkling in a worried smile, extenuating the eyebags and evident exhaustion. "hinata-kun, i'm so s-" "shhh. none of that. we're seeing mikan in a bit, i already called her. i'm sorry for not noticing what was going on. it must have been so hard dealing with this alone.." "you shouldn't have to deal with it.." "i want to. i love you. we're in this together. for as long as you'll have me. it's hard, it's really hard sometimes, because i hate seeing you like this..it makes me feel so helpless it reminds me of-- the. program. but it's worth it. for you, it's always worth it." "hinata..." "keep resting. don't strain yourself too much." "i love you...i love you..i love you ..." "i know." going to see mikan and mikan warns them that Yes nagito is in fact pregnant and the fact that he's just come off of chemo and is still in remission is gonna make the pregnancy tough on him physically and that he's gonna get about as sick as he was before but promises it's temporary and that she guarantees he'll see the baby to full term ("link that's medically incorrect" idc link does what he wants Hajime has a dude put in his head via lobotomy science is a liar sometimes) and hajime holds nagito's hand the entire time and presses a kiss to his cheek when he cries a little when mikan says the baby will be healthy and ok and survive and nagito turns to him and gives him a watery smile before laughing and crying joyously a little more and thats when hajime knows they'll be ok. they do talk more abt this whole thing, nagito's motives, bebi,,,,but that's like a 1k fic and this post is alr long enough đ
maybe i'll polish it and make it a fic. long story short, hajime's personally extremely happy that nagito's pregnant, but his worry over nagito's health as a whole, physical and mental kinda trumped that but past that- it's nothing but excitement! (they did not know they were having twins...so excitement and a surprise!) as for bebi, they were very happy to be getting a sibling! they love mimicking everyone they see by talking to their papa's tummy, touching it, generally babbling to komahina how they're gonna share their toys with the baby, will the baby play with them, can they share a room? they always want more love in their life !
#komahina#cw tokophobia#cw trans male pregnancy#im a trans guy before u come for me xoxo#danganronpa#bebi kamukura#nagito komaeda#hajime hinata#anon#asks
19 notes
¡
View notes
Text
The Final Dayââ
This is absolutely going to be long and rambley af so Iâmma just put a cut here. This is just one massive post for the entire rest of the game.
Rindo is back in the RG somehow. Which makes less than no sense. What was that crazy beam. Shibuya is GONE there isnât an RG to send him back to, even if someone did want to send him back?
That beam reminded me of the Jesus beams not gonna lie.
But⌠Fret. Presumably Nagi and Beat too. Theyâre. Gone. Poor Rindo⌠Thatâs the worst kind of gaslighting. Reality itself is gaslighting this poor kid. âYour best friend in the world is gone, so gone that no one remembers him. You donât even get to mourn properly because there is no one TO mourn.â I am also not okay.
I assume this random talking to us at Hachiko is the dude I saw a brief glimpse of in a screenshot from the final trailer. Hazuki Mikagi, okay. Everything about this is supremely weird.Â
Leading this weirdo around and he asked how we feel about emotions? Um, what?
Was he responsible for that beam of light?
This whole thing is extremely unsettling, I donât think I like it. The music is all⌠serene, this guy keeps asking existential questions, who even comes up to some kid clearly having a bad day and demands a tour of the city.
He knows Rindoâs name even though we never told him. Not sure if that was a slip or an intentional nudge that Something is going on but there we go.
âI should take this chance to apologize for Kubo. Heâs a real piece of work.â WHAT. YOU SEND HIM TO SHINJUKU?!?! IS THIS KID GOD!? WHAT!??!
âExorcisedâ. Like a demon. Which is a psychic rank you can get in the first game, and probably this game, ergo, a thing that exists in this universe.
Okay. So this Hazuki guy is Something Else. I dunno if heâs an Angel or higher or WHAT. Heâs something. And he âexorcisedâ what Fuckwad had Fallen to when he decided not to stop at Shinjuku and continue on to Shibuya. But he only did this after Rindo faught so hard to stop it. And then he gave Rindo what he thought Rindo wanted. And now heâs here trying to understand why Rindo is miserable. Which to us, as humans, is obvious: the people he loved, the connections and family he had made through the game are all gone and worse, no one remembers they ever existed.
And now heâs being offered the chance to try again. This feels like a double edged sword. And I donât care.
Okay I actually kind of appreciate the thing Hazuki is pulling here. He knows what it is that Rindo wants, Iâm pretty sure heâs listening to his thoughts, actually, and in order to make Rindo own up to it heâs arguing the ânoâ position. Giving Rindo someone to argue against so he can convince himself.
WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAPPEN AT UDAGAWA.
Bruh some of these clips were in the announcement trailer.
(I canât wait to read the secret reports. Thatâs gonna be a wild ride.)
Oooooh thatâs what âexorcisedâ means. That is hardcore. He definitely deserved it but that is uh. Slightly inconvenient.
Can we actually contact Rhyme this time PLEASE. Oooh Rindo worked out Kaie is waiting for Rhyme. :O IâM FINALLY GONNA GET MY MASSIVE COUNTER OFFENSIVE FUCK YES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IâM PUMPED LETâS FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!!
Whoâs gonna protect them. Beat. Really. Just give them the damn pins at this point. They both know their ways around a fight and Kaie might need the backup. If we lose, weâre all toast regardless, and if we win everyone gets put back where they belong.
AAAAAAAAAAAH SHEâS HERE!!! RHYME!!!! Aw⌠She canât see Neku and Shoka cuz theyâre actually dead. Thatâs really depressing. Makes sense but like. Oof. Especially for Neku.
I love that Rhyme still has a saying for everything.
This timeline is going to be a mess by the time I get everything positioned correctly lmao
Beatâs âHow do you know about my sister?! Right, future.â is never going to NOT be funny. Itâs very refreshing to have a time travel plot where people just listen when he tells them shit needs to happen.
Is it acutaly Shiki time ohh my god. I might cry. Please tell me she has a face now. If her face is still illegal I will actually scream.
Iâm offended. We didnât get to go see Shiki. The betrayal. OH but now we might be? Stop playing with me, game. GIVE. ME. SHIKI.
Rindo was freaking out that we werenât gonna be able to get rid of all the Noise around the cafĂŠ and I definitely threw my hands up and yelled when I saw the word âzeptogramâ. And I read it before he said it, cuz I read v. fast. Nice to see you again, idiot. Please donât go berserk again.
I am. Very impressed that Minamimoto managed to work out where the Dissonance Noise are coming from, down to the exact energy source that creates them. He nailed it. Well done sir.
I think⌠heâs proposing we awaken the city and use the energy generated by the thoughts and emotions of the living people to neutralize some of the Dissonance Noise that are waiting in the pin. Erode some of its power.
âHow about this: Iâll talk, you type.â Lmao.
I got denied Shiki again. Part of me is annoyed. The other part of me is like âare they saving her entrance for when she can see Neku again properly because I can live with thatâ.
OH the Hishima cutscene is voiced now OKAY. Guess that means this is the one. Rhyme is voiced too. This is gonna be it.
And she speaks Minamioto. Coo.
Huh. Nekuâs power is to sync with people. Which he learned to do in the first game. From Mr H, with the harmonizer pin. (Twister is playing and I have Emotions help) And now heâs gonna do it on an absolutely MASSIVE scale. This is insane. I am 1,000% here for it. Sync, Dive, Remind. And if I had to guess, weâre doing this atop 104.
Alright Shiba. âMere. Tsugumiâs eyes arenât all freaky anymore yay. Oh snap. Heâs gonna unleash the Plague Noise against the Dissonance ones. Nice. Turnabout is fair play. Iâm kinda sad Fuckwad isnât here to witness that.
Alright. Change. Our. Fate.
SHIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I gave myself a headache ow.
â07734.â âEw. Hey! Donât just spout off numbers and walk away, you jerk!â That was amazing.
FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. NO. NO WAY. I DIDNâT THINK THERE WAS ANY WAY. OH. MY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. This is the first time Nekuâs seen him since Joshua failed to stop Coco from killing him. Iâm. A puddle. Help. Neku looked so happy. My cat is slightly concerned haha.
Neku still holds his hands like heâs got the headphones. The same pose as in the first game when you scan. This gives me all the feels.
âTheyâre just mindless thoughtsâ Okay so Iâm mentally exhausted at this point and I processed that as âthotsâ and it was hilarious. BEGONE THOTS.
Okay this thing right here? This is a final boss. And it is cool as fuck. Too bad itâs trying to END ME. So cool. SO. COOL. Here comes phase 2 lol. I died and had to redo it. FML.
That. Was awesome. A worthy successor to the epic final strike of the first game. 999% eh?
I continue to not like Shinjuku rules. Once youâre a Reaper, leaving means you get erased once the game ends? Disrespectfully, fuck that. Oh donât you dare, Shoka. Donât. You. Dare.
Oh, Joshua is here. PLEASE. Lmao Shokaâs reaction. Iâm sure he appreciates that, the drama queen.
*facepalms* Joshua strikes again. Iâve missed you, you little shit. You are terrible, but I missed you. Rindo, Iâm pretty sure sheâs fine. I think captain helpful over here reincarnated her for you. Since you saved him and his city. I guess Iâll see though.
Uzuki and Kariya continue to be adorable. I love them. And yeah, good luck calling in that debt from Minamimoto, Coco. Gooooood luck.
Iâm having a lot of Joshua centered emotions right now there is too much Joshua all at once help. âI should have known I could trust you.â You are killing me dude. You really, really should have. Iâm going to turn that line over in my head for way too long, I just know it, but letâs try to get through this before my brain turns off completely. âLetâs not keep her waiting.â OKAY THANKS IâM GONNA CRY AGAIN.
What Hazuki was saying about âpurifyingâ as opposed to âdestroyingâ Shinjuku makes me think that restarting it in some form was always part of the plan, so hopefully theyâll have luck with that. Itâs still profoundly fucked up that any of that happened, and even more so that it was sanctioned. Iâm. Going to be hung up on that for a while once it sinks in.
This poor idiot hitting on Rhyme is about to get got oh no XD
Shiki is breaking my heart. Aaaaaaaah!!! Reunioooooon.
Ooof itâs been a month since Rindo saw Shoka. Big oof. Joshuaaaaaa.
And then they almost got hit by a car lmao. OMG HE MISSED HER FRIEND REQUESTS AHAHAHAHAH YOU GOOBER. Neku really should have warned them that Joshua is Like That lol. Even when heâs being helpful itâs in the must backhanded way possible.
I would very much like to know why on earth Shinjuku needed to be obliterated though. Like. Does that⌠Happen often? Maybe the secret reports say.
Speaking of, time to get those, along with the rest of the trophies.
!!!! The title screen updated, NICE. Canât let anyone who hasnât beaten it see that but NICE.
Thereâs another Another Day. Oh boy. I am not ready for that madness yet.
Random thought as I was moving this from word, where I typed it: Iâm really, really fucking glad they didnât decide to deal with Mr H the way they dealt with sleezy mcfuckwad. That would have been⌠I donât have a word.
9 notes
¡
View notes
Text
_
I'm not doing that podcast anymore. I'm racking my brain here trying to figure out how to build an audience/make $ creatively rn. Every conventional avenue is cut off to me, as I've explained before. I don't really want to write books anymore (due to restricted creative control/sadly losing faith entirely in the medium/business of the novel as an effective art form in these horrendous times) - but trying to build an audience online has just been one failure after another. I really don't know what to do. These days, I catch myself daydreaming about dropping off the grid entirely & farming or some shit but I think realistically my disability precludes me (for multiple reasons) from such foolishness. & I think I'm always going to need to create art of some description. I just wish...like...anyone would care... & this isn't a call out post or anything - like - I get it. Shit is falling apart everywhere (more rapidly than I think many abled folk may realize) so reading/listening to my creative output is nobody's top priority (nor should it be) - especially in such oversaturated markets I don't really know what I'm trying to say here. Like. I'm unemployed - I have no prospects - & even if I had any - the government would cut funding for medical necessities b/c secretly (but not so secretly) policy is set up for people like me to die quietly in the background I'm far more privileged than most in my position, due to my family. At least for now. But if I can't find a steady source of income soon, I'm going to have to move back in with my folks which I really do not want to have to do. Like - I did everything right. I went all the way through a hellish school system. I graduated (with honors) from college. I jumped through all their hoops, I played all the stupid fucking games. & because of my condition I am almost completely cut off from society - b/c no one has given me a chance at the things I actually give a shit about. (This is a rant now oh well lol) & I know I'm a damn good writer. I'm a good artist. But finding an audience is just. I don't even know. I don't even know who I am anymore half the time. I feel thoroughly rejected from society at large. Not that I'd wanna join it right now lmao but like...it'd be nice to be asked. I'm not the only one hanging on by a fuckin thimble right now. I know that. But as a disabled person, I feel the strain before many of you. I feel it when there's not enough people to help me get up in the morning so I get left lying in bed for four hours after my usual times. Sorry, I'm rambling now. I'm also kind of exhausted trying to come up with creative endeavors and putting them up with nobody giving a shit. I put my heart & soul into these things - and I have for years. 32 years of my life, where instead of going out enjoying myself or trying to form friendships (which is already really fucking difficult when I have to get back home every day at 9pm cuz my aides are working 100 hr wks & I don't want to overtax their schedules anymore than I already do) - I chose to forego all that, laying myself on the great altar of art or whatever...all for what? Nobody caring? It's. Fuckin soul crushing. I spend like 95% of my time alone. & I don't think I'm the only one. All I really do is work on creative endeavors, research, and then finally turn off my brain watching football or w/e I don't have energy for any of this anymore. This hyper capitalist mode of....I just. I'm not even making sense & I'm all over the place & I usually outline/plan this sort of shit & probably nobody will read this anyway so I don't know why I'm bothering lmao Shot in the dark, I guess? I dunno. I know I have people who love me. & for that I'm grateful. I hope you all do too. These are dark times & I don't see them brightening in our lifetimes I'm afraid. Hold on to the ones you got I suppose. We all just have to play the cards we're dealt, even if they're all jokers, right? While I do have people who love me, I'm also sick of Utah & the US as a whole tbh, but I honestly doubt anywhere would be much
better if I'm being realistic. Even Mars will be conquered by Musk... Anyway. Just trying to express how it feels to be disabled in these times of societal collapse unheard of since the end of the Bronze Age. Perhaps it's for the best. Wish I could inhabit a different body for a while. But "if wishes were horses, we'd all be eatin' steak," to quote the bard. Like. for just one day, I'd love to experience a day that didn't feel like going to war with myself. With the world. With...like, ok, this is kind of a stupid fuckin example, but on the other hand it shows you the power of art (for w/e that's worth these days) but I was watching the most recent season (series) of Sex Education on Netflix (great frikken show btw) - and for the first time EVER - a disabled character (played by a disabled actor) has an intimate scene with another character where she's not a sex worker (no shame to sex workers but the connotation is always we can only ever have sex if we pay for it) & nobody died lmao - & it was this sacred scene where consent was central & it was playful & sweet & it literally made me cry b/c like - (& I don't cry AT ALL anymore - it's just not me) but I did - I fuckin cried, because like. You can't understand. I'm sorry. But you can't. To never see yourself reflected in such a manner. & then suddenly. You see yourself being tenderly kissed on the nose - & for a touch starved cripple - to see that - like. I know in this life I'm never gonna get that. I've accepted that. I'm too old & too much of a fuckup. But for the youth to see that? For the disabled youth of the world? Fuck. I hope it fills them with the brighter future they deserve. Maybe art can move mountains after all. Just wish I could build a door to get myself out of *here.* It's so fucking hard to see the light right now for me. I hold my head up high. I smile. I'm the strongest person I know. But I just wish I could peel off my shit & be the real me & be loved & I'm terrified none of that will ever be in store for me. But I roll on, as always. Love & strength & sorry to be...this...lmao....
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
[ ooc: FINALLY got around to this, after the foible this morning with it, so this is try number 2 at ep5 liveblog/commentary... under the cut as always ]
this has a speedrun/summary version of impressions the first third of it because Iâd already watched all of that before tumblr ate the post so I might miss stuff idk. and then after that itâs my typical sporadic livebloggy madness. this got SUPER long oops
We have a lot of motifs in this episode, including the bloodied shield, the use of the shield as essentially a giant blunt blade rather than a shield, the conflict between different peopleâs interpretations of what âfighting because one has toâ means.
Walker is running from himself at the beginning, but where does one run to when the war is in your head? Particularly poignant for me (because I know that in the comics he joins the army to emulate his deceased brother) is how deeply the loss of a brother-in-arms cuts, but even more so how much the thought that heâs disappointed Lamar hurts. I think that in some ways, Lamar may have been a part of Johnâs moral compass, and his sustained belief in him has always helped him. Itâs a reversed parallel to Steve and Bucky, actually, and I could elaborate on that but it might turn into an essay.
John tries to walk away from the fight at first, partly because he has other priorities, and partly because I think he does genuinely recognize that Bucky and Sam are good people. Of course thereâs also the layer that he thinks of them as the original Capâs sidekicks and therefore as the new Cap shouldnât fight them, but⌠anyway the fight sequence is interesting to watch because it does show John as fairly well matched with them despite the fact that MCU Bucky has the serum. Part of this might be their reluctance to kill him while John has given up the façade and is now willing to do that in order to further his own plans as long as he doesnât get caught. He cannot lose the title heâs given or heâll be lost, now that he doesnât have his best friend.
âDonât go down that road. Believe me, it doesnât end well.â âIâm not like you.â The difference is that Bucky was brainwashed. Yes, heâs still ruthless even after heâs broken free of it, but heâs taking conscious steps to be better. And thus the determination behind the âYeah we do.â The shield deserves better than being in Johnâs care.
I paused to write and stopped on this face Iâm laughing
The âwhy are you making me do this?â is obviously coming from a place of delusion but also speaks to how Johnâs personal motives are super unclear. Why did he take on the mantle of Captain America when it was established from the very beginning that he wasnât completely comfortable with it? Was it, as he told Lamar, because he wanted a chance to be good? (In which case, obviously heâs having a breakdown about not achieving that?) Was it for his ego? Because he was commanded to? Having a John muse makes this a very interesting thing to explore.
Seeing Buckyâs arm get electrified and him knocking out because thatâs directly tied to his neural implants was not any easier the second time around oof
âThis isnât you, John.â Further proof that Sam Wilson has more heart than legit anyone else, heâs still trying to believe that John is good.
I find it interesting that they have John remove the cowl in order to growl âI am Captain America.â It speaks to a rejection of what the old Cap was (though the cowl is the US Agent / updated Cap one) and his insistence that his version of Captain America is valid. (Itâs not.)
Also because my literary obsessed reads way too much into tiny things that the show runners probably didnât really care about as metaphors, I definitely saw the ripping of Samâs wing as a reference to the restriction of freedoms by the US government lol just ignore me on that.
Bucky and Sam repeatedly saving each otherâs asses is my jam. Also Sam using the power from the wing pack keeps reminding me from my observation back at the beginning that heâd do so well with full out repulsors. Tony totally would have set him up with that if MCU hadnât killed him alas.
More of me finding parallels where there shouldnât be any: they broke Walkerâs left arm, just like they took away Buckyâs left.
I took a screenshot of this image when I watched it in the previous round, and itâs still going to haunt me. Thereâs something so tired and haunted and defeated here.
Bucky gives Sam the shield, because thereâs nobody who deserves it more. The look on Samâs face when he takes it and tries to clean the blood off of it (physically and symbolically of course) is heartbreaking. Itâs a man who regrets his decision not to take it on originally but also now has to deal with the implications of both taking on that responsibility (in a country that doesnât treat him fairly) and whether people will approve of anyone carrying the shield after John has fucked it up so badly.
A note that carries over from my first watch: people donât usually refer to their enemies by first name. Itâs done in comic books and movies with some frequency to remind people who is who, and in this case may also be a bit of humanization for Karli, a reminder that she is a sympathetic character despite the vicious way she does things sometimes. I also appreciate them reminding the audience that sheâs competent and has a lot of support.
ALSO TORRES MY DARLING IâVE MISSED YOU. I wonder if Sam letting him keep the wings will actually develop into something (a la comics) or if theyâre leaving that open ended. Also his smile is literal sunshine Iâm not even joking about this, please give me all the JoaquĂn content thank you. Just look at him!!
I think by this point most viewers are fairly convinced that John Walker is Not A Good Man, but I think that his rant about always having done what he was told and done it well is purposeful and poignant here. His motives have always been to serve, but the matter of who heâs serving (or more importantly what - the military machine, the government that simply gives orders without thinking of the personal ramifications for those who carry them out) is put in contrast to Sam and Bucky, who are also veterans. I canât help but draw parallels to the Nuremberg trials, people who did heinous things under orders and try to use that as an excuse for their innocence. Itâs a reminder that a person doesnât have to be visibly part of an evil group in order to do evil things. I wonât outline everything here but at least as far as the US Military goes, more info can be found at https://www.thebalancecareers.com/military-orders-3332819 about how and when it is defensible for people in the military to disobey orders.
You can hear Johnâs voice break during his rant, the conviction that he was doing what he was supposed to. He could have gotten away with more if he hadnât been such a public figure, but an âother than honorable dischargeâ lmao what a diplomatic way to tell him how badly he fucked up xD
Also hey itâs Olivia. Most people forgot that John has a wife. (Iâm glad sheâs telling him to visit Lemarâs parents, they deserve that.) Also is this Valentina or is this a Skrull? Only time will tell. Â (Sheâs probably not a Skrull, FATWS is too short for that, but on the other hand Iâm not sure how I feel about the implications otherwise. Is she a SHIELD infiltrator? Is she manipulating him on SHIELDâs behalf? Did they steal the name and get rid of her backstory?)
The resignation on Zemoâs face during his encounter with Bucky (especially with a gun to his face) is unnerving. Zemo calling Bucky âJamesâ made Natasha outright glare though. Her priorities are a little odd. But Iâm glad Bucky didnât kill him, Iâm glad heâs not allowing him to be a victim of his conditioning. The Dora Milaje are taking him to the Raft⌠oh wait there might be Skrulls after all.
âIf you ainât bitter, youâre blind.â I feel that. I feel that hard. But I also understand the misplaced blame, the tendency for people who have been Through It seeing anyone outside their minority as their oppressor.
For someone who has dealt with the immensity of the trauma that Isaiah has, including the experimentation, the social isolation, the experience of being in the jail system for so long, itâs no surprise at all that he would be quick to assign blame. Add to that the risk of being killed for being part of an experiment that you didnât agree to partake in early on, followed by extensive experimentation after? There are so many factors at play: violation of self, lack of agency, lack of safety⌠D: and the physical reminders of them are everywhere. look at the scarring D: D: D:
The range of emotion in this is so good, the acting is so good, Iâm just overwhelmed with how honest this feels.Â
âThey erased me. My history. But theyâve been doing that for 500 years.â OOF
The crease in Samâs brow when heâs told that no self-respecting black man would wanna be Captain America, thereâs such righteous indignation there, but he has to temper it in the face of Isaiahâs grief. Over and over he proves himself capable of putting compassion first and foremost.
This sibling dynamic has been really nice to see. Thereâs tension, thereâs individual struggles, thereâs support (not always in the ways it needs to be, but theyâre trying), but more obviously thereâs a depth of love there. Seeing it is so rewarding.
LOOK AT THE WHOLE COMMUNITY SHOWING UP!! Oh man so this gets me, because I grew up in a neighborhood where we supported each other and threw block parties and everyone trooped into our backyard to play on the swingset that had been left behind by the previous owner. It wasnât family, sure, but we took care of each other. In India, it was even more so, and even now when I go there, I crash at my next door neighborsâ place instead of my familyâs house most of the time. I miss having that sense of community, that closeness to people because we all had each otherâs backs. Where I live now, I donât even know most of my neighborsâ names. It sucks.
Ahh, thereâs the part that Iâve seen the gifs of, with Bucky showing up at the boat. I like the idea that Bucky has slowly come to think of his metal arm as more of a normal part of him despite the ache and heaviness of it. Of course in MCU, he has the serum so maybe he doesnât notice as much, but I canât imagine he wouldnât experience phantom pain in it until at least he internalized it as his own body part, and even then the shoulder joint would probably ache. Still, perhaps itâs more akin to an old injury than a foreign object now, and therefore Bucky still does what he would do naturally, using his dominant hand instead of the âenhancedâ one.
I have Feelings about Bucky saying âIâm Buckyâ with a smile okay I HAVE FEELINGS
Bucky must have worked the docks a lot way back in the 40s. His level of competence is one of natural instinct, heâs just used to it. I wonder if he worked extra to help pay for medication for Steve after Sarah passed away⌠oh, more feels :(
Meanwhile Sam is over here doing his human best and I love that. He calls in the crew to help, relies on people, but it never stops him from being a part of it. Heâs not taking a managerial role, heâs another tooth on the gear.
âThey donât care if you wear small tee shirts or have six toes or your momâs your auntâ lmao my brain went âYou donât happen to have six toes on your right foot, do you?â âDo you start all of your conversations this way?â But also look how happy they look here!!!
âDonât flirt with my sister. Because if you do Iâll have Carlos cut you up, feed you to the fish.â SAM YOUâRE SO RIDICULOUS. But also the way Bucky goes a little pouty after. <3
Lemarâs family! Okay so Walker is straight up lying to them about who it was that killed him, but given the circumstances, I donât expect anything different. And perhaps part of that is to assuage the family about the fact that thereâs âjusticeâ done, but part of it also has to be a slight ego play, and you can see on his face that when they talk about him resting easier, his jaw sets. Heâs going to go after who actually did it, whether he has the jurisdiction to or not. He does seem genuinely regretful and I will reiterate the brother-in-arms bit above. Walker needed Lamar as a support system, a confidante, and a nudge in the right direction.
What is Bucky thinking about when he sees the kids playing with the shield? Is he remembering his own childhood? Is he thinking about a future where the shield will be valued and honored and carried right again? Is he thinking about what itâs like to have a family, and missing his own? I need to know these things -_- -> WAIT I THINK IT GOT ANSWERED DURING THE TRAINING MONTAGE. Oh itâs even more than I thought augh. The closest thing heâs got left to a family is the shield because Steve was as much a part of it as it was a part of Captain America dfsjhdgfsd
Sarah telling the boys off! Good for you, girl. (Also Iâm laughing at âsheâs a very mean personâ and âthereâs a prowess that goes into my madnessâ pfft Sam)
âYou gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are.â is SUCH AN IMPORTANT SENTIMENT. And âYou want to climb out of the hell youâre in, do the work.â As someone who deals with a lot of mental illness bullshit, this is the TRUEST statement. Yeah, you might need help. It might be therapy, it might be meds, it might be other coping skills and distractions, but if you donât want to be better and do better for yourself and face the rawest and most uncomfortable parts of your psyche, you donât improve. You stay complacent, stay stuck in that rut, doing the same things that didnât work before. I need to say it doubly because you know some people are going to say that Samâs not giving Bucky the support he needs to climb out. ITâS NOT HIS JOB. He will choose to give support when Bucky asks/needs because heâs a compassionate person, but this speech right here is compassion, it is exactly the tough love he says it is. Bucky needed to be called out on not coping and Iâm glad that it happened.
âŚ.also now kiss, thank you.
âWeâre partners.â âCo-workers.â âBut weâre also a couple of guys with a mutual friend.â âFriendâs now gone.â âSo weâre a couple guys.â XD -cue vine- two guys chilling on a boat andâŚ- wait thatâs not how it goes.
âThis is our history. We canât lose this fight.â
âBut what would be the point of all this pain and sacrifice if I wasnât willing to stand up and keep fighting?â
Training montage! I hope he doesnât slice his fingers off on that shield yeesh. Also my Clint muse is watching those flips like oooooh the dudeâs got moves on the ground too now, oh no.
Okay we get that the Flag Smashers are going for intimidation but the trope of the red lighting makes me laugh every time. Nobody is going to turn out the lights and then turn on a different set of conveniently red lights that probably werenât normally installed in that building. Even emergency lighting wouldnât look like that. Itâs just funny, I dunno. And of course we get a cliffhanger ending.
Post-credits we get Johnâs new shield being built, and all I can say is 1) if heâs able to pound that out, clearly his new shield isnât vibranium, and 2) LEARN HOW TO WELD NEATLY AUGH THAT WAS AWFUL XD
Overall thoughts: Good episode! Not a huge amount of plot furthering, aside from the very last bit, but good insight into characterization and believably building the relationship between Sam and Bucky while also reading into motivations and differing views from people who come from similar circumstances. Iâm really enjoying the compare & contrast Iâm getting to do between Isaiah and Bucky and Sam, because there are so many overlaps and stark differences between them. The first half also gave us some great headway into understanding John as a person, though itâs possible some of that is me overanalyzing because I have a muse for him.
10 notes
¡
View notes
Photo
Heartwood Hatchingtide!
A mysterious note had been posted on the companyâs bulletin board, beckoning members to meet at Mih Khettoâs Amphitheatre for a Hatchingtide celebration! But beyond explaining that the event was to âhelp the youth,â details were scarce. Whoâs organizing this? And what activities will happen? Youâll have to go to the amphitheatre to find out.
And the place is absolutely decked out in egg-related decorations! But most prominent is the large and âin chargeâ chicken, dancing mad on the road leading to the center. They wave at you two, and then continue to jig.
Intrigued by the odd note, Aislinn made the time to wander her way over to the amphitheatre. Whatever was going on, her curiosity got the better of her and she needed to find out.
Cravendy What is an eggâs least favorite day of the week? Fryday! Happy....friday! xD )) Cravendy I inflict pain unto myself everytime I make a pun ))
Riylli shuffled her way through the city, keeping her head down and trying not to attract attention as she made her way to the Ampitheatre. Whatever dour mood she was in would be briefly erased however as soon as she took in the dancing chicken that appeared to be waiting for her. "Er... Cravs..? Is that you..?"
"Twelve save us." Aislinn said, shaking her head as a smile worked its way across her lips. She paused a few seconds more to watch the chicken in its maddening jig, a laugh bubbling up from her throat. "You know, I'd bet gil on it."
Riylli (I love the way our heads move watching her dance Riylli (getting in on the beat Aislinn ((We're mesmerized))
Aislinn - She waves to the chicken. "So what's all this about helping out at Hatchingtide?"
âCravs? Whoâs that?â The chicken momentarily stops dancing and, somewhere in the distance, a kid groans in disappointment. Seeing that, the chicken slumps, but begins to groove once more. âI...I am none other. Huff. Than. Chickendy Hound! And it was I that called you out today on a mission...most. Huff. Important.â
Aislinn's smile widens. "Sounds like you've been dancing there quite awhile, Chickendy Hound." she noted in amusement as she plays along.
Riylli staaaaaaaaaaaared, bewilderment on her face as she tried to wrap her head around exactly what was happening here. That was definitely Cravs. Even without the giveaway of the name, the only other one in the company that tall was Rising, who Riylli was particularly sure would not be able to dance like the chicken was after the previous night. "Er... And what's that then?"
âAy shite, Iâve been dancinâ for bloody who knows âow long...â Cravs grumbles, and at that very moment a mother and child strolls on by. Cravs stiffens and clears her throat. âI mean. I can dance all day and all night! But now, the egg advocates would have us take care of another chore-I mean, thing of utmost importance. And that...is collecting eggs!â
Riylli pauses her judgmental staring to instead watch the mother and child pass, seemingly getting distracted for a moment before turning back to the chicken and letting out a sigh. "...Right. We gettin' paid for this or what?" She asks coldly, apparently back to whatever bad mood she had been in before meeting Chickendy
In contrast to Riylli's foul (fowl) mood, Aislinn seems to be enjoying this all too much. She makes a poor attempt to hold back any more laughter and nods to the passing mother and child. She couldn't begin to imagine how hot a suit like that must get. "Aye, of course. Harsh task masters, these egg advocates."
âNo good deed goes unpaid! Which is to say, no, weâre not gettinâ bloody paid for this. I asked.â Cravs crosses her arms and I swear, you could see her chicken hatâs eyes furrow in grumpy anger. âThough they said we can keep any extra eggs, which ye can probably sell if yer strapped for cash.â
"....ye -do- get a free chicken suit though. That count for anythin'?"
"How, exactly, did they talk you into this, then?" Aislinn wryly asks.
Aislinn leans forward a bit and lowers her voice. "Did you lose a bet?"
Riylli let out another long sigh. "I hate this damned city so much..." She mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose as she seriously considered just turning around right then and there
"Ch-chickendy needs no reason to spread cheer in the world!" It's unclear if that's the whole truth, half, or not at all.
Riylli shot Cravs a glare, "Oy Chickendy, you better give me a better reason than that. How'd the scary pirate lady that can't even apologize end up in a situation like this?"
That earns a doubtful, though amused noise from Aislinn. "Yeah, if Chickendy is anything like Cravendy I'm not sure that math works out." Nevertheless, she shrugs a shoulder. She needed a break from building the prototypes at any rate, it was why she wandered out in the first place. "Alright then, I'm in for a bit of egg collecting." paused. "Chicken eggs, right?" she asked, deciding she better double check.
âHEY. Iâm not so cold that Iâd refuse to do some good in the world! That, and I didnât say no right away. These folk sense weakness and twist yer arm until...â Cravs hears something approach from behind and freezes up.
Aislinn ((I'm going to hear this song in my sleep)) Riylli ( PA PAYA Cravendy pa paya! :D ))
An egg advocate comes over, peppiness turned dangerously past the dial. They drop a box containing chicken costumes in front of Riylli and Lin and - did they wink somehow? âYou must be joining our friend here in setting up! A thousand thanks for choosing to spend your time spreading the festivities!â
Riylli shot the newcomer a glare so powerful that it could probably be tried as physical assault. "You have to be joking. You want me to wear that shite too?"
Aislinn eyes the chicken suit that was so unceremoniously dropped in front of her. "Wait...you were serious about the costume?" she looked the egg advocate over. The maniacal exuberance and zippered up smile a touch zealous. "Why the suits? We're collecting eggs, right?"
Aislinn ((It's all fun and games until you get stuffed in a chicken suit))
âOf course! The kids -love- it, and itâs said that wearing thisâll help you collect the eggyest of eggs! Chicken eggs!â The advocate unpacks the boxâs contents, finds a suit fitting Riylliâs size, and thrusts it upon her without a momentâs hesitation. This person is awfully pushy, with all the strength of a traveling salesman who's got their foot in the door. âNow now, no fussing and get cracking!â
Cravendy laughs weakly.
Aislinn suddenly finds her arms weighed down in a similar fashion. She narrows her eyes slightly over the bulky armload, very likely imagining an unseemingly kind of violence that would wipe the peppiness right out of the pushy advocate. But then she cuts a glance to the still dancing Cravendy and merely sighs. The Seawolf was definitely in dire straits. "Fine. But we bring you back eggs that are eggier than other eggs and then ALL three of us are off the hook."
Riylli is forced to accept the chicken suit into her hands, blinking as her stare went from it, to Cravs, to the advocate. She wondered if it would be possible to evade capture from this deep inside the city if she were to commit some sort of crime right about now. Her attentions thankfully turn back to Cravendy. "The next time we go out drinking, you're paying for every round I feel like havin'" Riylli stated her demands, figuring it would be in everyone's best interest to ignore the advocate
The advocate squeals with glee and points to the west. There, youâll find the chicken coops, the eggs, the hens! Best of luck! And as the three of them make their way over, the moment Cravs is a safe distance away from the advocate she slumps over. âThank ye both...that person is frighteningly stubborn. Ye donât want to know.â
Riylli lets out an absolutely exhausted sigh. "Figured you wouldn't be doin' this if you weren't in some sorta trouble... One day we're gonna have to teach you how to talk to people though." She muttered as she shoved the mask on over her head.
Aislinn stares at the retreating advocate's back, noting how a squeal was not a verbal agreement. A point that might have to be dealt with later. For now, she turns to Cravendy and shrugs. "Sometimes I think our contracts are easier to deal with." she added.
Cravendy nods in agreement with Lin. Clear cut rules, payment! But in the world of volunteering and do-goodery, there was a wide spectrum of folk to tussle with. She looks over to Riylli and snorts. âLooks weird with just the âead.â
Riylli began idly fiddling around underneath her mask as she tried to get it to fit properly. "Course these things don't fit my damn ears... Nice to know nothings changed around here." She muttered angrily, definitely feeling very spiteful today. "EVERY. ROUND." Riylli reminded Cravs, then finally began to put on her suit, grumbling all the while
Aislinn - As they made their way to this special hen house, Aislinn struggled into the ridiculous chicken costume. "Know what this is? This is Nymeia's jest in return for me laughing earlier." she shook her head, her small frame almost swallowed up by the bulk of the costume. Looking down at herself, she laughed. "What is my life right now?" she pondered aloud.
Cravendy ALRIGHT so since the fates up, lets hop to it xD )) Cravendy whoever gets the most eggs...wins! )) Riylli (BAH, I SUCK AT THIS FATE THO Cravendy SAME LOLÂ )) Aislinn Also same)) Cravendy GDI )) Riylli ( KNOCK ME TO VICTORY Cravendy these chickens have NO EGGCUSE being this rude )) Riylli (GAH Aislinn ((They're very eggcitable)) Cravendy at some point you get knocked around to much )) Cravendy you accept heavy as a way of life )) Riylli (using the aoe to dash me to other eggs Riylli (this is pro gaming Cravendy make sure to turn in your eggs! )) Riylli 16 Cravendy AGHF I keep interrupting myself xD )) Cravendy 12! LOL )) Aislinn ((9!)) Cravendy damn pro gamer over here ahah )) Riylli (Riylli shall win every hunt in this fc Riylli Y E S Cravendy EGG )) Cravendy OMG )) Cravendy thats cannibalism! xD )) Riylli (victory tastes so good Cravendy tho my parents own chickens and they egg their own eggs all the time lol )) Aislinn ((Are you eating them ALL? Cool Hand Luke over here)) Riylli eggsecution Cravendy STOP you'll overdose on them! )) Riylli (I aint doing it again you cant make me Aislinn ((EGGsplosion))
Cravendy limps away from the henhouse. Truly, these birds were in a fowl mood! But sheâs managed to collect a dozen and thatâs something, right?
Riylli finishes her hunt with sixteen total eggs in her basket, the ultimate hunter in both speed and grace. Of course, she may have thrown some chickens around and caused some children to cry, but victory is all that mattered in the end. If she had to be a chicken, she would be the GREATEST CHICKEN
Aislinn hurriedly clambers over the fence, a basket half-full of eggs and the sound of muffled curses coming from under her mask. "Those birds are not normal. I see why we need the damned suits now. They're protection."
Cravendy - âNever thought Iâd be tossed around by a...by a chicken?!â Putting it into words doesnât help at all. She peers over to Riylliâs haul. ââowâd ye manage to get so many?â
Cravendy LOL at any cost, Riylli will be the ultimate chicken xD )) Riylli (Shoving children over and stealing their eggs
Riylli puffed up her chest, somehow managing to look proud even inside such a ridiculous outfit. "When will you learn... Keepers are the greatest hunters there are! Doesn't matter if it's beast or bugs or... or eggs..." Her confidence wavered a bit at the end there, but she wasn't about to give up this opportunity to gloat
Aislinn pulls her mask off with a huff and pushes back the hair plastered to her brow. She quietly counts up the eggs between the three of them. "This better be enough to buy your freedom from this cult, Cravendy."
Cravendy âSmaller target is all. Chickens were too busy chasinâ me around.â Cravs smirks beneath her hat.
Riylli pulled her chicken hood off, freeing her ears from their confines and giving them a tentative flick. Despite herself, she was wearing a large grin that let Cravendy know this was not the last time she would hear of this. "Sure, sure, whatever you say."
âI âope so too, Lin.â Cravs sighs, thinking back to how chicken-garbed strangers would pop out at the strangest of times, incessantly asking about when she was going to finally help out. But when she sees the smiles on everyoneâs faces, a part of her gives. Itâs not all to keep nosy birds off her back. â...OY WAIT. Cravs? Itâs Chickendy!â
Aislinn starts peeling off the hen-pecked suit and shoots the Seawolf a wry smile. "Aye, aye. Chickendy. My mistake." she paused, struggling to fold the suit over one arm while holding her basket in the other. "Should we get these over to the amphitheatre so they can be...decorated or painted. Whatever they do to them next."
Cravendy sulks. She knows that tone. Call her crazy, but a small part of her had held onto hope that somehow the two of them hadnât made the connection. âAy, let's get this over with.â
Riylli glanced down at the mask in her hands and thought for a moment, before suddenly deciding to put it back on. "Think Ill keep this on 'till were out of the city... Personally I hope Chickendy sticks around though. She can dance for us next time we go out on a mission, keep our morale high." She teases
Aislinn slides a glance Riylli's way. "Might come in handy if we ever face down another mob of avians."
Cravendy nearly chokes at the thought of dancing to raise morale. But she fumes in silence.
As you approach the amphitheatre once more, the sounds of children laughing fill the air. All around you, families and friends excitedly partake in egg-related activities. The advocate happily accepts the partyâs baskets, and then hands each of them a delicately painted egg. âYou all did so good! Here, as a reward!â
Riylli silently accepted the egg, paused for a moment, then immediately dropped it. "Woops." She muttered, sarcasm absolutely dripping off her tone. It seemed now that the thrill of victory had faded, Riylli was back to her previously grumpy self. "So sorry, hard to get a good grip in this costume. You understand I'm sure."
Aislinn nods in thanks as she carefully takes the egg. She smiles in her quiet way as she runs a finger along its surface, appreciating the detail. After a moment, she looks back up at the advocate. "Those are quite some chickens you've got there. The suits did actually come in handy."
Cravendy takes the egg and pockets it. Somehow.
âNo worries! Have another!â The advocate presents another gift to Riylli. A chocolate egg. They then turn to Lin, sunshine exuding from behind their feathered maw. âThe finest hens in Eorzea! And they lay the tastiest eggs too!â
Riylli accepts the gift, and then drops the gift. "Woops." She said again, practically challenging the advocate to give her another. Pettiness was her specialty, and she could do this all day.
The henny-helper hums in thought, and then raises a finger as a lightbulb lights up above their head. They take out a sticker and plaster it on the center of Riylliâs chicken hat. Bock bock!
âIâm free now, right? I am, right?â Cravs asks, and the Hatchingtide worker nods. Cravs stumbles back in relief, and then looks to Lin and Riylli. âThanks...er, strangers. Well, I must be off. To somewhere.â
Aislinn sighs softly. "Nymeia's breath." she says, barely audible. This way lay trouble, she could sense it. "Right, then. Ah...thank you, I suppose." It seemed the polite thing to say. "And...good luck with the rest of your Hatchingtide. We'll just be heading out now."
Aislinn begins back away slowly
Riylli stared, trying and ultimately failing to figure out a way to counter this attack as well. Giving up, she turned to Cravs. "See you later Chickendy, try not to make eye contact with any strangers on your way out." She said, offering her a wave. She followed close to Aislinn as she backed away, sighing heavily. "Lets go back to the house and burn this shite..."
Although they had been strongarmed into helping out, the three of them did good in spreading festive cheer in Gridania. But perhaps they would stay far away from any chicken-suited fellows in the future....just in case.
Aislinn - "Might come in handy though somewhere down the line." she says with such a straight face, it's unclear as to whether she's joking or not.
#ffxiv rp#balmung rp#ffxiv crystal rp#Heartwood Ventures#Cravendy Hound#Aislinn North#Riylli Aliapoh#Happy hatchingtide!
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
The Savior, and The Broken
Actor!Bucky Barnes X Veteran!Steve Rogers Natasha Romanoff X Reader Except, when James was old enough to finally choose a career, he couldnât possibly imagine becoming an actor.
a/n:there are mentions of PTSD, depression, heavy drinking, heavy swearing
If youâd asked little James Barnes what he wanted to be when he grew up, heâd throw his arms out and scream that he wanted to be an astronaut. To be close to the stars and learn all he could about the planets that surrounded us.  If you were to ask when he was older, just now turning thirteen, heâd say a doctor. He wanted to save lives as much as he could, people were sure it was because of his best friend.  The boy was sick more often than not, forced to stay indoors while other kids played and enjoyed their childhoods.
Except, when James was old enough to finally choose a career, he couldnât possibly imagine becoming an actor.
His family had uprooted from their small home in Brooklyn, New York to Shelbyville, Indiana. James didnât hate it too much, his only regret was having to leave behind his closest friend, unable to protect him anymore.
Everyone had noticed the way James grew into himself, sharp cheekbones, stone colored eyes that captivated everyone, and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. It was how heâd risen to the top so quickly, taking role after role, receiving more awards than he could handle all at once. Â
The fame was more than he could ever expect, gorgeous men, and women hanging off his arm at awards shows. Movie premieres where fans were screaming his name.
Hell, he had become a household name within a few months of his first film release.
It wasnât anything to ride home about, based off a book that was written in the early 1960âs, a story that captivated him from the very beginning. The press release was one of his favorite times, the way the interviewers seemed to stumble over their words.
He wasnât ignorant to his looks, knew very well how often most people talked to him solely because he caught their eye from afar. And heâd been a little greedy himself, choosing the best looking person to go home with for the night.
At the end of the day, James seemed content and happy with how his life was going, family well taken care of, a house that was paid off before he could blink, and a career that was steadily rising.
There was just one thing missing, and he couldnât put his finger on exactly what that could be.
OOO ~~~ James stood inside the kitchen, sipping a glass of whiskey his father had pushed into his hand the moment he arrived. Â
They were celebrating Becca graduating from college, sheâd gone to school to become a nurse, and had graduated top of her class. James was very proud of her, hugging her tightly and giving her a few gifts heâd bought.
He knew better than to buy anything overly expensive, sheâd refuse and give it back to him within mere seconds. So he went with simple things instead.  Bath bombs to help relax her after the years of stress sheâd dealt with, some scented candles, and a weighted blanket for nights she seemed too strung out to sleep.
âThanks Bucky, youâre the best.â She wrapped her arms around him, laughing as he squeezed her tighter.
âOnly the best for my sis, so you let your husband know who's clearly number one priority.â James snickered, catching Beccaâs fists before she could sock him in the arm.
Winnie, and George Barnes were supportive of both their kids, wanting nothing but the best for them. James had been nervous to get into the acting business, watching the way it could tear even the strongest people apart. It wasnât until heâd gotten a manager that things seemed to fall into place.
Sam Wilson was a godsend, and James had no problem admitting that Sam kept him sane most of the time. Heâd set up interviews for him, or appearances on shows that had been emailing him almost hourly some days.
âYou happy to be home?â Becca took the glass from his hand, finishing off the last of the whiskey.
âFor now, Iâm gonna be on Jimmy Fallon later this week, Samâs been talking with his people to see which day works best.â James shrugged lightly, unsure what to do with the information he was telling her.
Becca had always been fascinated by James after heâd become famous, asking about all the different celebrity friends he had. And sure, he had plenty of celebrity friends, but he didnât see them as more than normal people.
âI ran into an old friend by the way, Natasha Romanoff.â James felt his blood run cold.
The woman instilled fear in him from the very moment they had met, mainly the fact that she was a woman you did not fuck over. Not unless you were willing to risk losing a finger, or your life.  Sheâd been closer to Steve when they first met, and heâd secretly hoped she kept an eye on him after he moved away.
âHowâs she doing? I havenât seen her since before we moved.â It wasnât a lie, Jamesâ life had become too busy for him to even breathe.
âSheâs good, married actually.â That surprised James, Natasha seemed like the type of woman who preferred solace, so whoever sheâd met had a lot of courage.
âThatâs surprising.â Becca raised a brow at her older brother, a smirk pulling up her lips.
He knew better than to take the bait, if he said the wrong thing Becca would relay the message to Nat, and heâd wake up with something disgusting in his house. Speaking from experience of course.
âI met her, she seems perfect for Nat actually.â Oh, that was another shock to Jamesâ mind.
âSo not only is she married, but she married a woman, huh.â James rubbed his chin, beard coarse beneath his fingers.
âHer names Y/N, I think she keeps Nat grounded, which is a blessing in disguise for her.â Becca turned, leaving her brother stunned on the porch.
Maybe he could reach out and get into contact with her, see how life has changed since he moved to the middle of nowhere, and then became known wherever he went.
James stayed late into the night, congratulating Becca one last time before he headed back to his apartment. Alpine was sleeping peacefully on her little cat bed, stretching almost lazily as James set his keys into the bowl beside his door.
âHey sweetheart, sorry I kept you waiting all night.â James ran his fingers over her fur, smiling as she butted her head into his hand.
James headed down to his bedroom, stripping down to his boxers and plopping down onto the bed with a long sigh. His phone dinged, vibrating soon after.
Becca had sent him Natashaâs insta, and twitter. Well, hereâs to hoping she doesnât rip him apart for disappearing all those years ago.
He opened instagram first, checking to see when her latest post was. Damn, she hadnât put up a new photo in almost a month, maybe twitter would be more helpful.
The moment he clicked on her profile, he noticed sheâd tweeted not even three minutes prior. He hit follow, and sent her a direct message letting her know who he was, as if his own twitter wasnât as obvious.
She followed back, and replied to his message as he was playing with Alpine.
RedHeadAssassin:Holy shit, I thought Becca was joking when she said you were in town, howâs hollywood treating you?
James frowned, why would Becca lie about him being in town? He didnât stay in New York very often anymore, it was just easier to stay in LA.
JamesBBarnes:Not too bad, I actually have a late night interview this week, so I have to be in town for the next few weeks. RedHeadAssassin:Ahh gotcha, Iâm assuming Becca told you that Iâm married lol JamesBBarnes:She did, honestly never thought youâd settle down, you always seemed happy by yourself. RedHeadAssassin:Youâd be surprised the people you can meet in the army, maybe you can meet her if youâre not too busy James debated, he had almost every day, except for thursday, friday, and saturday completely open for whatever he wanted to do. JamesBBarnes:If youâre not busy tomorrow, Iâm completely free. RedHeadAssassin:I have tomorrow off, so youâre in luck, meet me at Bennyâs at noon, night Bucky. James sighed, very few people knew about that nickname, aside from his family, only about four people called him Bucky. Otherwise, he went by his actual name, even if it seemed so formal for his personal taste.
âWell, guess Iâm gonna hang out with Nat tomorrow.â James patted the bed gently, watching as Alpine walked over to where he was, plopping onto her side.
Surely things hadnât changed too much, heâd only been away for the last fifteen years. OOO ~~~ James stepped into the small diner, keeping the collar of his coat pulled up around his face to keep anyone from noticing who he was. Natasha was sitting in a back corner, a stunning woman sat beside her, arm looped loosely around her waist. That could only mean one thing, James was going to see an old friend, and her wife after years of not speaking.
âHey, honestly thought youâd gotten lost.â Nat smirked up at James, watching as he took off his jacket and slid into the booth.
âYou try being on almost every billboard outside and not get stopped a million and one times.â James wasnât complaining though, far from it.
They ordered their food and drinks, talking about what had changed when James moved away. Natasha, and a few other friends had joined the army, though not everyone had come home safe and sound.
âIs..Is Steve still around?â James hadnât said his name in years, pushing the memories far into the back of his mind.
âOh, you donât know then.â Natasha held her glass tighter, sighing softly.
James felt his throat close, what the hell does that mean?
âHe joined the army after his dad kicked him out, and he was the definition of a perfect soldier, but before I continue, you need to promise me you wonât make a scene.â Natasha stared down the other man, waiting until he could verbally respond.
âI promise.â Though Jamesâ voice was a whisper, it seemed good enough for Natasha.
Y/N comforted Natasha while she took a few moments to compose herself, eyes red with unshed tears.
âHe was on a recon mission when his Humvee was hit, everyone else died, except for Steve.â Natasha turned away, burying her face into Y/Nâs neck.
The other woman comforted her wife, whispering softly, too soft for James to be able to pick up whatever she was saying.
âHe was captured, the only reason anyone was able to find him was a tracker they put into his gear. They had him for over two years, did absolutely unspeakable things, he hadnât seen sunlight the entire time. The same man who went into that war, wasnât the same man who came home.â Natasha took a slow breath, wiping her cheeks until the tears stopped.
Steve had gone through something so traumatic it killed the strongest of men, and James was none the wiser.
âDoes anyone know where he is?â James felt hopeful, he absolutely needed to see Steve, needed to see that he was alive for himself.
âNo, last I heard he was living on the street, he canât hold down a job because of his PTSD, and the army hadnât paid him for his service, and everything that happened.â Natasha was seething, more angry at the way her best friend had been treated, tossed aside once he was back home.
The walls seemed to be closing in on James, shock written clearly over his features, hands shaking atop of the table.
âJesus, I need to find him Nat, please.â James was desperate, there was no other way to explain it.
âHeâs not the same kid you remember Bucky, heâs someone else now, you have to remember that.â Natasha wasnât going to let James off the hook.
He needed to see Steve for himself, to see the horrors heâd had to go through for years before rescue finally came. How would he react to seeing James?  Would he be happy to see an old friend?  Or would he tell James to leave him alone, that he didnât need anyone else by his side?
Sam had called a little after three, letting James know his interview was set up for thursday, the episode would be airing on friday. He could work with that, itâd give him at least two days to try and find Steve.
Becca had told him it wouldnât be that easy, not with how many people lived in the city of Brooklyn alone. It wasnât going to deter James though, he needed to find the man in question, and get some damn answers.
OOO ~~~ âJesus, they made a movie about his heroism, but didnât bother to actually credit him, no wonder he went awol.â James frowned down at his phone.
Theyâd used Steveâs name, saying how he often put himself in the middle of danger to keep his troops safe. It sounded exactly like Steve, unable to back down from a fight, no matter how dangerous it was.  But when it came to actually giving Steve the credit he rightfully deserved, they claimed he hadnât wanted to step forwards.
âThey wanted to make money off his name, and his image without paying him for it, people do it all the time Buck.â Sam sounded as if he was frowning, though James didnât doubt that for a second.
âItâs what they do, need to make money off someone who canât legally defend himself anymore. How much did it make in sales?â James was terrified to hear the number, to know how much his best friend had been fucked over.
Sam was quiet for a moment, and James wasnât sure if that was a good or bad silence. It wasnât until it stretched on for a good thirty seconds that he began to panic.
âThey didnât make anything off the movie, according to google it bombed when it hit box offices.â James sighed with relief, who cares if the studio lost out on money, they didnât deserve it in the first place.
James glanced out the window, taking in the gray skies that seemed to stretch on forever. His driver was quiet, waiting patiently for the light to turn green.  A man was walking down the street, it looked like he was asking people for any spare change.
A few people gave him a couple of dollars, others ignoring him completely. It was obvious to James that the man was homeless, from the dirt that seemed to cover every inch of him, to torn jacket he wore to protect from the cold breeze.
James hit the button to roll down his window, ready to hand over whatever bills were in his wallet, the other man could use it a hell of a lot more than he could anyway.
âHere.â James held out the money, ignoring how much was in his hand in favor of hoping he didnât piss off the other man.
Three things happened in that moment, the gentleman took the money from Jamesâ hand, glanced up, and locked eyes with him. In that very second James realized who exactly was standing on the sidewalk.
âSteve?â Jamesâ voice was barely a whisper, eyes wide as he took in the other man, or at least what was left of him.
His eyes widened with fear, feet pushing him down the street until he was completely out of Jamesâ sight. He turned in his seat, telling Paul to pull over so he could get out and try and find where Steve had run off to.
The streets were thriving with people heading on with their day, and it annoyed James, mostly because he was afraid Steve would be long gone. The only thing he could do was try and search for the jacket heâd been wearing, it wasnât something heâd seen very often.  He ran until his lungs were screaming for air, forcing James to stop and take a breath.
The alley beside him seemed deserted, bringing Jamesâ spirits down immensely, until the sound of someone coughing caught his attention. He wasnât alone, and there was a slim chance that it was even Steve inside the alley.
âHello?â James stepped in slowly, being careful of his surroundings.
âShit.â The coughing ceased, if only for a few moments before coming back louder than before.
James was closer than he expected to be, nervously stepping over to the man that seemed to be struggling with the coughing fit.
âYou need to leave.â Steveâs shoulders shuddered as he struggled to take in air, body curled in on itself.
âSteve, what happened?â James kept his feet firmly planted on the ground, giving space to the man who needed it.
Steve shook his head, hands shaking as he reached up to pull off the beanie heâd been wearing. His hair looked unkempt, dirty from the lack of washing.
âI know you probably never want to see me again, but at least let me take you to my apartment so you can shower, and get a decent meal.â James was fighting a losing battle.
He knew well enough that Steve would deny him til the end of time, saying that he was perfectly fine enough to be on his own. James knew better though, Steve clearly needed someone to keep an eye on him.
âFine.â Goddamnit, he knew Steve was going to-. âWait, youâre actually going to come with me?â James felt his head spin, that was a shock he wasnât expecting to deal with.
âYes, now letâs go before I change my mind.â Steve pushed himself off the ground, following James to the car that was still waiting for him.
Paul drove them back to Jamesâ apartment, keeping any words or thoughts to himself as he weaved throughout the thick traffic. Any of Jamesâ clothes would surely fit Steve, especially since it seemed that heâd lost a lot of weight over the years.
He put in a large order of food to be delivered, taking Steve inside so no one else could bother them.
âThe bathrooms down on the right, Iâll leave some clothes out for you to change into, food should be here in about an hour.â James nodded, watching as Steve made his way down to the bathroom.
The apartment was silent, save for the sound of the shower running, as James ran around and began to clean up. He set the clothes on top of the sink, taking Steveâs dirty clothes to be washed.  He knew there was no way heâd be able to convince him to stay, so he could at least send him out in something that was clean and warm.
Steve didnât emerge from the bathroom for nearly forty five minutes, a cloud of steam following as he opened the door. James had been right, the clothes fit Steve almost perfectly, even a little baggy as he watched the other man tie the waist tighter to prevent his pants from falling.
How could this happen to someone so strong? Willing to risk their life for the people around them just to protect them. James could see the shadows beneath his eyes, the way his cheeks looked almost hollow.
Before James could make any comment, the food had arrived. He quickly signed and took the bags from the kids hand, making sure to tip him generously. He was feeding someone that needed food more than usual, so he may have gone overboard.
Steve piled food onto his plate, making sure to eat slowly so he didnât make himself sick and lose the urge to eat altogether. James kept his eyes down on his plate as he ate, making sure Steve didnât feel pressured to talk about anything that was going on.
âI got an honorable discharge after I was found, they tried to act like that was good enough for what happened to me.â Steve angrily stabbed a piece of broccoli, shoving it into his mouth.
âJesus, you were basically on your own, and thatâs the best they could do?â James could see a faint scar hidden underneath the t-shirt he had on.
He wanted to show the world how much Steve had gone through, that he deserved better than what he was dealt, but he knew Steve would only hate him for it. Heâd do anything he could to keep Steve safe, even if it meant letting him go again.
âI want you to stay here, please.â James didnât lift his eyes from his plate, knowing Steve would deny him.
âWhy?â Steve set down his fork, staring down the man across from him.
He was hoping Steve hadnât asked him that question just yet, he hadnât formally come up with a game plan.
âSteve, itâs getting colder outside, you look like youâre one cold away from death.â James frowned, setting down his own fork.
Steveâs gaze darkened, fury plain as day on his face. James needed to stop talking before he really pissed him off.
âIâve done just fine on my own for the last five years, I donât need your pity.â Despite his anger towards James, Steve polished off his plate of food, taking the takeout container and eating what was left in there as well.
James kept his mouth shut, afraid heâd do more damage by saying what was on his mind than not. What would he do when he had to work though?  Sam would be apprehensive to leave Steve completely alone, it made sense. James didnât trust many people in his apartment alone, let alone someone he hadnât seen for years.
Maybe he could talk with Natasha, see if she could find somewhere for him to stay until James could get back.
James:Hey, I ran into Steve, is there any way you could find somewhere for him to stay? Iâm leaving for London next week, and I really donât want him to be on the street. Nat:Buck, you canât seriously be asking me that right now, I have enough to worry about as it is, and the last time I saw Steve he told me to rot in hell.
James:Please Nat, you know I wouldnât ask for anything else, I just need to know that heâs safe. Nat:Iâm sorry, I canât.
James gave up after Natasha ignored the next three texts he sent, it was a lost cause, and now there was nothing he could do except try to convince Steve to stay.
The man had already dealt with enough, and James wasnât helping comfort him in the moment.
OOO ~~~ James sat patiently, waiting for his cue to head out onto the stage. Steve was still inside Jamesâ apartment, promising he wouldnât leave until James had to leave for London. That of course didnât make the other man feel any better, made him feel worse in fact.
âYou all know our next guest, from starring in We Have Always Lived in the Castle, to starring in his latest film Destroyer, please welcome James Barnes!â Jimmyâs voice echoed over the stage, the crowd cheering excitedly.
James made his way out, waving to the crowd before heading over to where Jimmy stood, along with the first guest that had gone on before him. He couldnât remember her name off the top of his head, though that was due to the underlying fear that Steve had left while he was gone.
âThank you for coming on the show.â Jimmy sat down, leaning against his desk to be closer to where James had sat down.
âThank you for having me, itâs been a little while since Iâve gotten to be on the show.â James smirked lacing his fingers together to keep them from shaking.
The interview went by smoothly, leaving James a little more relaxed than he had been before he went out to the show. The other guest, whose name heâd finally remembered was Sharon, made small talk as he waited for Sam to show up.
âI thought you played a very convincing asshole, and yet youâre such a nice person in real life.â Sharon blushed softly, turning away to hide behind her hair.
âThanks, I got the script and thought it sounded really interesting, I couldnât help but take it.â James slid his hands into his pockets, fighting the urge to call and see if Steve was home.
Sam showed up soon after, letting James know that the car was there to take him home. He bid Sharon a good night, and headed on his way out.  There were paparazzi outside, something James had come to expect everywhere he went.
The fear was building in his chest, the closer they got to his apartment, the more dread began to cloud his mind. It was obvious that Steve had left, just because heâd promised James heâd stay, didnât mean he was being forced to.
Sam went inside first, checking to see if anything was missing when they arrived. Everything was right where it was supposed to be, except for Steve.  A note sat on the kitchen table, letting James know that while Steve knew they were once friends, he couldnât stand by and become a leech on his friend.
Bucky, Iâm sorry I couldnât be here when you came home. I just canât bear the thought of taking advantage of you, please donât come looking for me. Steve James felt his throat tighten, tears slipping down his cheeks slowly as he read the short note over, and over again. This wasnât his real life, he was still dreaming and this was all just a nightmare.  Sam had cleared the area, letting James know that Steve was truly gone. Â
âYou know you need to let him live his life, right?â Sam stepped over, placing a gentle hand onto Jamesâ shoulder.
âI havenât seen the man since I was basically a kid, Sam, I canât lose him again.â James sighed softly, running a hand through his hair.
âI know that, but you have to understand things from his perspective, Steveâs known this life for a lot longer than you may realize. Leave him alone.â Sam didnât wait for James to answer, turning away and heading to the kitchen.
James couldnât do that though, he was determined to figure out where heâd gone wrong in the past, to find out what had happened to someone heâd called a best friend for so long.
âI swear to god, if you go out there when he asked to be left alone, Iâll put on twitter that you sleep with a Cap bear.â James whipped around, staring the other man down.
âSam, you need to understand where Iâm coming from.â James was desperate at this rate.
âBucky, the man was in the military, thereâs underlying issues beyond something that even you could begin to help him deal with, leave it alone.â Sam sighed, picking up his phone to check through emails.
Could he handle letting go of something from his past? 6 Months Later James stared down at his hands, nervously shaking as he took slow, deliberate breaths to prevent himself from truly freaking out. All he had to do was head out onto the stage, talk about the nominees for a minute, and announce whoâd won.  So, why the fuck was James freaking out as if he was asked to murder the president?
Because Natasha had gotten in contact with him mere hours before the show, letting him know that Steve was in the hospital. Heâd nearly gotten himself killed, starting a fight when he was too sick, and too weak to truly defend himself.  Steve was back in New York, too far for James to be able to do anything .
The awards show went by smoothly, James, fortunate for his own sake, managed to keep his calm while on stage. If he was secretly booking a flight to New York the moment he was able to leave, no one else needed to know that. No one needed to know that James was planning on doing something reckless.
Sam wasnât even aware of what heâd had planned, oblivious to the fact that his friend was going to fly out within an hour after the show ended. James turned down every offer to go to the after parties, claiming heâd had important work to attend to, that couldnât wait.Â
It wasnât an entire lie though.
The flight seemed to drag on for hours, Jamesâ nerves on edge as they slowly began to ascend from the air. What could he possibly say to him?  To truly explain how he was back in New York so soon?  Heâd hoped that Natasha would meet him at the hospital, take him to where Steve was being held so he didnât have to face him alone.
With a begrudging sigh, James took his suitcase and headed down to the hospital where Steve was being held. He could faintly see Natasha and Y/N when the cab finally pulled up, Natâs arms wrapped tight around her wifeâs waist.
âIâm sorry, traffic was a nightmare, and the flight almost got delayed.â James set down his suitcase, unbuttoning his jacket with a soft sigh.
âYou were in LA, I canât exactly get pissed off at you for that.â Nat turned, pulling Y/N with her gently as she headed back inside.
James grabbed his things, following close behind. The nurse behind the station seemed calm, and yet unnerved at the same time. How often did she see people like Steve be brought in?
âThis is a free clinic, so there hasnât been much theyâre able to do for him, heâs being kept in one of the actual rooms so that he doesnât hurt anyone else.â James was baffled, Steve never tried to fight anyone unless he saw them as a bully.
Natasha stepped into the room first, gently holding Y/Nâs arms before leading her inside as well. The sight that greeted them was one that James would remember for the rest of his life.
Steve was bloody, and bruised, he looked thinner than the last time James had seen him as well, the skin that wasnât beaten bloody was ghostly pale. Had he gotten into drugs?  Gone off the deep end and unable to pull himself back from the edge?Â
âThey said someone heard him in an alley, he was calling out your name.â That struck James, Steve had been calling out for him? And when he needed him most he couldnât be there?
âIs he going to be alright?â James dropped his things by the door, stepping over to Steveâs bedside.
Nat didnât say anything, watching as James took Steveâs hand gently between both of his own. It was clear how weak Steve had become.  The tube shoved down his throat nearly made James gag, horrified of what had happened.
âHe needed all of us to be there for him, and no one bothered to listen for his cries for help.â Nat wiped her tears, watching the only man sheâd ever truly called a best friend wither away in a hospital bed.
âIf I had known, Iâd have done everything I could to help him, but when we moved he and I lost contact. I couldnât even remember his fucking address.â James laughed bitterly, tears sliding down his cheeks.
Steve had always been stubborn, refusing to ask for help even when he so desperately needed it, and right now, staring down at the blonde, James felt no different.
âWhat have the doctors said?â James glanced over at Nat, still holding tightly to Steveâs limp hand.
âThey donât think heâll pull through, his body has been put through too much stress, and he couldnât handle it any longer.â Natasha sighed, running a hand through her hair.
âIâm transferring him to a hospital near my house, pay for the best doctors to take care of him.â James wasnât going to back down without a fight, he needed to make right for his wrongs.
OOO ~~~ James watched as Steve slowly walked down the aisle, hands gripping onto the metal bars with all the strength he could manage. He hadnât shaved since heâd woken up, the beard covering his face was a little shocking to James at first, until he grew to like it. Things between them had become...complicated over time. James wasnât sure he could help Steve if he was insistent on being alone. Had he convinced the blonde to stay until he could survive on his own?  Perhaps. Â
âYouâve made amazing progress so far Mr. Rogers.â The physical therapist that was helping him seemed almost too young. Were they sure he was qualified to do this job?
Steve barely managed a smile, hands tightening on the poles as he reached the very end, plopping back down into the chair theyâd placed for him there. James knew not to walk over, to comfort his friend that was doing his best to get back on his own feet.  Steve didnât try and hide his disdain for James, never using the nickname heâd given him when they were kids. Â
âSince next week is Christmas, weâre going to have to reschedule and wait until the eighth of January.â Darcy, the receptionist who always greeted Steve kindly, handed him the card that held the new date.
God, how had James forgotten that Christmas was in a week? Aside from pushing away offers for roles while he helped Steve, he just didnât pay attention to the days. Heâd already sent his family their gifts, along with his manager, and assistant.  God bless that woman, if it wasnât for her, he was sure his head wouldnât be screwed on right.
That left one final person for James to buy for, and he wasnât entirely sure Steve would be welcoming of a gift at all. The blonde had nearly torn James apart the moment theyâd arrived in his home.  He knew deep down that he deserved the hate, to listen to the spiteful words that Steve spewed every second. James wouldnât retaliate though, even when Sam had reemed into him as well.
âSo, what did you want to do for Christmas?â James was hopeful that Steve would be willing to spend it with his family, but that didnât seem likely at all.
Steve grunted under his breath, rubbing at his legs that seemed more bruised than usual. What was he getting himself into when James wasnât around?
âIâd personally like to be left alone, but according to my doctor and therapist Iâm not allowed to have that, so I guess whatever the hell you want to do.â Steve crossed his arms over his chest, clearly angry with the situation at hand.
James opened his mouth, thinking of something to say back without upsetting the other man, unfortunately, nothing came to mind. It was a lose, lose situation.  Steve was going to hate him either way, no matter what he did.  Hell, he refused to call James by his nickname since theyâd run into one another. Then again, Natasha had been acting almost the same way.
âI was going to visit my family, yâknow my parents, sisters and their kids. We can stay home if you want.â James was approaching apprehensively.
Steve snorted, the sound bitter and angry coming from the other man.
âReal good job James, taking a war vet to a house thatâs going to be full of screaming kids, real fucking smart.â Steve stood up roughly, gripping the back of the couch hard enough to white out his knuckles.
James knew not to run over and help, Steve would only end up screaming at him to be left alone. Heâd offered to help one time, and Steve had hit him hard enough to leave a bruise that stayed for nearly two weeks. Even with malnutrition, and a weak frame, Steve could still throw a severe punch.
James watched him head down to the bedroom, door slamming behind him as the air seemed to thicken with tension. Heâd call Sam, ask him what he should do, he always had all the answers.
~~~ âIâm sorry, youâre doing what?â Samâs voice echoed loudly through the receiver.
âSam, his doctor said he canât be left alone in the apartment, and I already promised my parents Iâd come home for Christmas, if I tell them why Iâm canceling theyâll fly themselves out here just to see him. I canât do that to him Sam.â James sighed, running a hand through his hair.
James didnât want to cancel on his family, but he also didnât want to piss Steve off anymore than heâd already had. Then again, Natasha would personally see to his death if he tried to leave Steve alone for almost two weeks.
âBuck, the manâs been through enough shit to kill anyone three times over, donât force him to go out.â James knew that Sam was right, forcing him to socialize would only cause more harm than good.
Which is exactly what James did. He called his parents to let them know he wouldnât be coming, that something important had come up and heâd been unable to discuss for the moment. Steve didnât leave his room for the rest of the day, it was noon on Christmas day before he saw the blonde, bags beneath his eyes as he clutched a cup of coffee as if it were his lifeline.
James didnât bother to say anything, choosing instead to give Steve the much needed space he deserved. Heâd practically uprooted the other man, forcing him into a place heâd never been in before just so Jamesâ mind would be clear. It was selfish, and despicable.
âWhenâs my next therapy appointment?â Steve wasnât looking at James, instead his gaze was focused solely on the fireplace.
âItâs this Friday, I can have them move if you want.â James never accompanied him to the appointments, knowing fair well it would drive Steve farther away.
âPlease.â Steve muttered, finishing off the coffee that was left in his mug.
James didnât say anything, reaching for his phone to email the therapist, he knew she wouldnât get back to him right away, but they had a few days before his appointment anyway.  He could only hope that Pepper wouldnât get upset he couldnât wait until tomorrow. Â
Heâd met Pepper through Tony, whoâd originally been his manager before he met Sam. James recommended anyone to see Pepper as a therapist, the woman was a goddamn miracle worker. Which was why he sent Steve there as well, he needed to know that the other man would be alright. James had seen the damage that was already done, he refused to be another reason for his best friends demise. Â
Wait, they werenât best friends, they were barely even associates at this rate. Steve only lived in Jamesâ house because he had nowhere else to go.  He was doing him a favor, giving him a reason to get better.
âIâm gonna go lay down for a little while.â Steve pushed himself up slowly, grabbing onto the cane that rested against the arm of the couch.
James knew better than to rush over to help Steve when heâd refused his help in the past. He hated being doted on, claiming it made others see him as weak.  He waited until the other man made it to his room before getting off the couch. Maybe he could go down to the grocery and get some things while Steve took a nap, it didnât seem like a bad idea.
James wrote a note letting Steve know where he was in case the other man happened to wake up. He usually didnât, especially if heâd planned on napping during the daytime.
With a soft sigh, James pulled on his shoes and coat, heading down to the store closest to his apartment. The store wasnât normally open on Christmas, but it was under new management, and according to other shoppers they didnât celebrate the holiday. Thankfully neither did anyone that was working on that day either.  James wouldâve hated to make anyone wait on him because he needed to help out a friend.
He went up and down each aisle, debating between the cheetos or bag of doritos for an unhealthy snack. A pack of oreos went into the cart next, followed by some more coffee since he was beginning to run low. Heading up to the front to pay, James placed his items onto the belt, paying when the cashier told him the total. Â
He was more than ready to get back to the apartment and pig out for a little while, maybe Steve would join him for a few minutes, munch on the chips before heading off once more.
âJames?â A deep voice caught his attention, had his little disguise not hidden him well enough? James turned to face the voice, ready to pose for a selfie before his heart caught in his throat. Brock Rumlow was standing on the street beside him, clothes perfectly pressed, hair styled to look effortlessly messy, the stubble on his cheeks looked as if he hadnât shaved in almost a week. What the hell was he doing in New York?
âHey, long time no see.â James tried to keep his voice even, he couldnât let Brock know how he felt anymore.
âYeah, I thought you were visiting your parents? It is Christmas after all.â The smirk that spread over his lips unnerved James, how the hell did he remember that?
âI was going to, but some things came up so I had to cancel my trip.â It wasnât a lie, but it wasnât the entire truth either.
Brock nodded slowly, as if he was taking in Jamesâ words slowly, soaking them in for future use.
âWell thatâs too bad, you shouldâve let me know, couldâve hung out like old times.â Brock was still smirking, god why had James found that attractive?
âI wouldnât have had the time, sorry. I need to get back anyway.â He needed an out, a way to get away without letting Brock know why he was leaving so suddenly.
âIf youâre not too busy tomorrow, give me a call.â Brock wrapped an arm around Jamesâ waist, pressing their lips flush together for a moment.
James reached his hands up, pressing his palms against Brockâs chest to push him away. And he did exactly that.
âBrock, weâre not together anymore, and I donât want to see you anymore, leave me alone.â James hoisted the bags higher up on his arms, turning away and practically sprinting back to his apartment.
The streets has been surprisingly empty, so while it was easy for him to get back home without anyone catching him, it made him feel uneasy. What if someone had seen Brock kiss him?  Itâd be all over the internet before he could possibly stop it.
Steve was still asleep, and James thanked his lucky stars that he didnât need to explain to the other man why he was panting so harshly, and why he looked like a crazed animal. Instead of worrying about his impending doom anymore, James put the groceries away.  It could help keep his mind at ease, no one witnessed the one sided kiss, things would be fine.
Until they werenât.
James woke up to his phone ringing the next morning. Sam was calling, which was bad in and of itself. Â
âHello?â James kept his voice quiet, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was barely passed six in the morning, which meant Steve was still in bed.
âHave you been online at all?â Sam didnât give his brain even a second to process.
âBecause thereâs a picture of you and Rumlow macking it on a street corner, what the fuck Bucky!â James pulled the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly.
He had been wrong, and someone managed to get a picture of Brock kissing him.
âHe saw me walking back from the store and kissed me, I swear I didnât kiss him back Sam, you know how much I despise the man.â James didnât bother to hide his disdain for the other man whenever heâd been interviewed, and it affected him negatively.
He was unable to land a role for nearly six months before things suddenly changed and Brock was seen as the bad guy. It wasnât a lie, Brock was possessive, and it lead to their breakup after only a few months.
James turned the phone on speaker, opening up Twitter to see what was being said about him. And right front and center was a picture of him and Brock, and not a low quality camera picture either, this was paparazzi. Had he planned this to try and ruin Jamesâ career?  To make people think he was actually lying about what happened?
âI need to say something about this, heâs spreading lies!â James was furious, for not only himself, but for Sam. He was dumping this onto the other manâs plate when he shouldâve been worrying about it himself.
âTrust me, I know you wouldnât willingly kiss him Buck, but we canât go into this headfirst.â Sam sighed softly.
James knew what he was about to do was highly risky, but he needed to set the record straight before anymore lies could be spread on his behalf.
He hung up on Sam, opening up instagram and starting a live video. No one was going to hear a single word from anyone, but him.
âHey everyone, I know itâs pretty early to be doing one of these.â James chuckled softly, running a hand over his face.
He wasnât even wearing a shirt, having forgone wearing one when heâd gone to bed the night before. It wasnât his fault that the apartment was too warm to wear properly clothing all the time, he was doing it for Steve.
âSo unless you live under a rock, you saw a picture of Brock Rumlow and I kissing, I just want to set the record straight and let everyone know that the kiss was completely one sided. I had gone out to the grocery store to get a few things and on my way home Brock stopped me, he asked some questions that I wonât be discussing right now, and grabbed my waist and kissed me.â James sighed, lacing his fingers together in his lap.
âAfter he kissed me I pushed him away, told him I didnât want to see him anymore and left immediately.â James wasnât stupid, he knew that Brock would put out his own video of what happened, telling everyone that James had tried to kiss him first.
He opened his mouth to go more in depth, to tell his fans to ignore what they read online, that whatever Brock said was going to be a lie. Until the door to his room opened, revealing a sleepy looking Steve.  Heâd been hoping that Steve would sleep through the entire Instagram live. Guess that wasnât going to happen.
âWhatâs going on?â Steve looked exhausted, eyes rimmed red from what was either lack of sleep, or heâd been crying.
âOh, Iâm just making a video talking about some stuff, did I wake you?â James knew he was walking on thin ice, that Steve could snap at any moment.
âNo, I woke up a little over an hour ago.â Steve crossed his arms over his chest, the hoodie James had bought him seemed to stretch over his shoulders.
Was James staring? Or was he trying to figure out what was different about Steve?
âOh, I can make coffee if youâd like?â James knew the viewers were currently flooding in, comments streaming faster than he could read them. âNo, thatâs alright.â Steveâs shoulders were raised ever so slightly, turning away and leaving the room without another word.
Shit, heâd been avoiding letting the world know exactly why he was taking a step back from the spotlight. Now everyone knew the truth, and James was going to have to explain himself before shit got out of hand.
âSorry about that guys, a good friend of mine has been staying at my house, so Iâve been a little more focused on that for now.â His laugh sounded weak, even to his own ears. âWhat I wanted to say though, was donât listen to anything you hear, or read any of the lies theyâre gonna put online, me and Brock are done, and I will never take him back.â James sighed, running a hand over his face and saying his goodbyes to the live before clicking end. Would he risk his hide and leave it on his story for everyone else to see?  Or would James end up deleting it like the chicken he was? He ended up leaving it up, consequences be damned.
His heart was jack hammering in his chest, nerves suddenly on edge as his phone flooded with text messages, Samâs face popping back up once again. He sighed, answering.
âSam Iâm-â âYouâre lucky Iâm not in New York or else Iâd wring your neck right now.â Sam sounded angrier than heâd ever heard before.Â
âSam, I thought he was still asleep, and I wasnât going to let Brock get the upper hand!â James was furious, how could he blame him for what happened?
Sam sighed, the sound exasperated as James struggled to reel in his emotions. Things were beginning to fall apart.
âHeâs starting to look healthier at least.â Sam didnât sound as upset, though there was still a lingering anger in his words.
James knew that Steve had begun to eat more, less afraid that he was going to put James out for eating more than a banana in the morning. That of course didnât mean the other man was willing to forgive everything, he was still afraid heâd be removed from the house.
âHeâs been dealing with nightmares, but Pepper told me not to try and wake him when it happens.â James sighed, this was becoming harder for him to truly deal with.
âSheâs right, he could become violent and end up hurting you, or himself.â Sam had a point, and he couldnât risk pushing Steve away anymore.
James had made accommodations for Steve to be completely comfortable, afraid that if he did something wrong heâd set the other man off.
âI gotta go, heâs probably been sulking in the living room and I need to get some food into him.â Sam bid him farewell, telling him to be careful.
James wasnât ignorant, he knew that Steve had gone through some horrific things in the past, but it didnât change who he was deep down.
Without anything to keep him distracted any longer, James pushed himself up and left his bedroom, feet carrying him down to the kitchen. Unfortunately, he wasnât expecting to see Steve in the kitchen, hoodie discarded on a chair.  That wasnât what stopped him in his tracks.  No. It was the scars that littered his body, some light, barely visible in the morning sun, others deep and angry, nearly red.
How had he managed to keep this hidden? Were they from his life living on the streets? Or something else entirely.
âMy unit was captured during my third deployment.â Steveâs voice startled him, though James would deny that for the rest of his days.
âWhat happened?â James whispered the words, afraid if he spoke any louder heâd scare the other man off for good.
Steve smiled sadly, eyes turning glassy as he turned to face James. It was the first time heâd realized that heâd finally seen Steve completely shirtless. If he thought the scars on Steveâs back were horrific, the ones on his front were worse. Â
âWe were transporting someone, canât really remember his name anymore but he was someone famous, well the humvee in front of us hit an IED, ended up crashing into a ditch on the side of the road. We were told to protect the guy no matter what, so thatâs exactly what I did.â Steve chuckled, the sound breathless and choked.
âGot surrounded by the enemy, tortured me for any kind of information. Whenever they got what they needed, theyâd kill us.  Unfortunately I couldnât give them any information because I didnât have any.â Steveâs gaze turned cold and calculating, it sent shivers down Jamesâ spine.
âSo I did what I was trained to do, I killed the guard that was keeping me and my mission captive, snuck out in the middle of the night with open wounds, and no shoes. We ended up walking for nearly six miles before someone found us, apparently theyâd put out a search for him.  I suffered for over two fucking years, and yet he was the only one they were worried about.â Steveâs shoulders were shaking with anger.
Jamesâ hands were shaking, heart racing as he stared over at Steve, trying to soak in the information Steve had thrown at him. He was left for dead, and no one gave a fuck about the man!  As if his life was worthless!
âWait, you said youâd been in captivity for two years, correct?â That seemed to be too much of a coincidence, especially considering James had just finished working with Tony before he went missing.
âYeah, at least thatâs what they said when I was in the hospital.â Steve shrugged, eyes glancing down to the mug heâd set onto the counter.
James couldnât ever tell Steve that Tony was the man heâd been escorting, especially not when Tony was over there to try and help bring them home for the holidays. Heâd end up hating James more than he already did.
âIt was Tony, Peppers wife, that you were escorting over there.â James looked up slowly, waiting for the screaming that Steve was bound to do.
He stood stock still, staring the other man down as he soaked in his words, jaw clenching as he glared at James.
âYouâre lucky I canât kill you where you stand.â Steve turned and left the kitchen, the sight of his scarred skin still haunting Jamesâ mind.
He knew that information wasnât something easily shared, but what if Steve had run into Tony during one of his appointments? How wouldâve he reacted to seeing the other man?  Would he have tried to kill him? Â
So James did what he felt best. He left.
Of course he left a note letting Steve know that he wasnât going to be at the apartment for a few days, and that he was more than welcome to stay while he was gone. Was it a stupid move on his part?  Absolutely, but he couldnât sit by and wait for the day Steve refused to stay and left permanently.
Besides, he was only leaving for a few days at most, heâd be back before Steve could truly notice.
~~~ OOO 2 Weeks Later James stared down at his phone. Heâd turned it off the moment he arrived at the remote apartment, the one not even Sam knew about. He had gotten it right after his last movie, wanting to get away from the press.  He turned it on with a quiet sigh, waiting for the bombardment of texts, emails, and voicemails heâd surely have.
Surely enough his voice buzzed for nearly two minutes straight before quieting back down. He leaned down, picking up the sleek device to see whoâd gotten in contact.  There were at least two hundred texts from Sam alone, nearly that many from Natasha, and about thirty from an unknown number. Maybe it was Natâs wife, Y/N, trying to figure out where heâd gone to.
This wasnât going to be easy to handle, especially when he was about to get torn in two, in more ways than one.
Sam:Dude, what the fuck is going on? Why did Steve just call and say you left????? Sam:I swear to god Barnes, Iâll track your ass down and drag you back by the scruff of your neck. Sam:You better fucking answer me! The rest were Sam threatening him, telling him that heâd gotten in contact with Natasha, and even called his parents to see where he was. Nat:James Buchanan Barnes you ungrateful bastard! Nat:Youâre lucky I donât know where you are right now, or else Iâd wring your fucking neck Nat:Do you even care about everyone around you? Nat:Or this is some sick joke that helps you sleep at night? Nat:God, no wonder Steve didnât get into contact back when we were kids. James felt that in his soul, was he truly the reason Steve hadnât bothered to write? Â
Steve:Where the hell did you go??? Sam said he canât get a hold of you either. Steve:James, câmon everyoneâs getting worried. Steve:Will you please answer your phone???? Steve:Look, Iâm sorry for what I said, I was just angry and upset. Steve:Bucky, please.
That stopped James in his tracks. Steve hadnât called James, Bucky, since they were young, and stupid kids. There was no possible way he wanted James around, not when he was the reason for causing all of the issues between them.
He knew he couldnât hide any longer though, packing away the things heâd taken out of the bag and heading down to his car. The streets were oddly quiet, as if no one had bothered to leave their homes for the day.  It wouldnât be like this when he got back home though.
And so he did what any sane person in his situation would do. Show up at his home unannounced. Â
âHello?â James set his bag down, toeing off his shoes before stepping further inside.
Nothing was out of place, and the entryway smelled oddly of lemon cleaner, was this what Steve had been doing for two weeks?
âBout time you got back.â Fuck, that was definitely Sam.
James knew better than to apologize, to make up the excuse of why he fled so suddenly without another word.
âI told Steve that Tony was the reason he was captured, and tortured for nearly two years, I didnât want to push him any farther than I already had.â James stood his ground, shoulders pushed back as he stared at the other man.
Sam stared back at James, slack jawed as he took in what James had just said. This wasnât something petty heâd run off about, this was a matter of Steveâs life in his hands.
âWhere is he now? I didnât expect him to be here when I got home.â James stared down the other man, waiting for him to tell him what he so desperately needed.
Sam stared back, both men waiting for the other to break and give the news.
âHeâs out getting groceries with Nat right now, said you guys were running low and he didnât like leaving the house too empty.â That...was not the answer that James had been expecting to hear.
âWait, youâre telling me he didnât pack up and leave?â James had half expected Steve to bolt the moment he felt freedom.
âNo, but he asked Nat, and I to drive him to his appointments because his usual person suddenly disappeared.â James winced, it was the truth and he needed to understand that.
The front door swung open, the sound of Natasha, and Steveâs laughter filling the house, the sound of bags crinkling followed quickly.
âItâs not my fault youâre so damn tall, just watch your head next time.â Nat stepped into the kitchen first, smile slipping off her face faster than James could blink.
âYou had ample opportunity to warn me that the ceiling was low, so itâs technically...your fault.â Steve gripped the bags in his hands tighter, jaw clenched as he stared James down.
The air began to thicken with tension, James Barnes, academy award winner, famous movie star, Steve Rogers, war veteran, hero.
âI blamed myself for what happened with Tony, itâs why I left Steve.â James knew better than to lie, to keep secrets from someone heâd considered a best friend all those years ago.
âThat doesnât make any sense, you had no idea I was the one escorting him.â This was about to get messy.
âYes, yes I did Steve. Tony told me about the man whoâd basically saved his life, and when I heard that it was you, I did everything I could to find you. Imagine my surprise when I find out from your dad that he disowned you back before you went into the army.  Your mom misses the hell out of you by the way, I didnât want to overwhelm you during your recovery but she wants to see you.â James took a deep breath, waiting for the screaming to begin.
âI shouldnât of had to find out that you were gay because of your dad, but even then it doesnât matter to me. What he did was beyond horrible, hell I nearly drove to Tonyâs house to kill him when you said youâd been tortured. God, Steve you deserved better than what they gave you.  What goods a medal when youâre struggling with severe PTSD?â James laughed bitterly, wiping at the tears that were streaking down his cheeks.
No one said a word, watching as James stalked around the island in the kitchen and headed down to his room, leaving everyone behind.
There wasnât a reason for Jamesâ outburst, the way heâd snapped on everyone was childish and reckless. James had lived a posh life, never having to worry about anything in his life, meanwhile Steve was tortured daily for nearly a year. The man struggled to do basic activities without something triggering his PTSD.  God, James was such a child.
âBucky?â A knock sounded at the door, Steveâs voice muffled by the thick wood.
James turned around, unlocking the door. Steve stepped inside slowly, hands twisting together as he glanced up at James.
âI didnât want you to leave that day, but I knew that we needed some space, itâs why I went down to my room. And maybe I do struggle to deal with my PTSD everyday, but I started seeing the therapist you told me about because I figured she could help.â Steve stepped closer, leaving only a few feet between them.
âEven though I was beyond angry when you found me Buck, my lifes been a lot better since. Iâve gained weight, I have a warm place to sleep.  Hell, I can go to the grocery store without worrying if Iâll be able to afford food.â James felt confused, why was Steve thanking him?
âI donât understand.â James mumbled, arms loosely hanging by his side.
âIf it werenât for you finding me, Iâd be dead by now.â Steve said it, with so much nonchalance that it truly bothered James.
Steve had to possibly walk with a cane for the rest of his life, but that was better than dying a bitter death during the winter. Maybe Steve was doing better by being here.
âI thought that staying angry was what seemed best, but itâs only made things worse between us, and Iâm sorry.â James shook his head, he should be the one apologizing.
âYou have nothing to be sorry for Steve, Iâm the one who basically forced you into my home.â Steve laughed, head thrown back as the sound echoed inside the room.
James was a little confused, what was so funny about what he said?
âBucky, I couldâve left any time I wanted, I chose to stay because I needed to.â Oh, that wasnât what he was expecting.
Things would eventually get better between them, only time would tell.
~~~ OOO 2 Years Later James waited patiently for the nominees names to be mentioned, hand clasped tightly around Steveâs. He looked downright stunning in his tux, the deep maroon complimented his eyes perfectly.  James, or Bucky as almost everyone around him had begun calling him, wore a simple black tux, though his pocket square matched Steveâs tux.
âAnd the winner for best actor goes to, James Barnes!â Bucky stood, smiling happily as he leaned down to press a kiss to Steveâs lips.
He wasnât entirely sure when their relationship had changed from enemies, to friends, and finally to lovers. Bucky wasnât about to complain about that, of course not.
He stepped onto the stage, taking the award from Sharon who was clapping along with everyone else, though he watched her gaze travel along his body.
âThank you everyone, I do want to say what an honor it is to win this award. I chose the role not just because it felt so powerful, but also because of someone else. As most of you may know, my husband was in the army for nearly ten years, and during his last tour he was captured by the enemy. Instead of letting it consume him, Steve came out someone stronger, a better man than I could ever call myself.â Bucky laughed softly, wiping at the tears that had begun to slide down his cheeks.
âThere are men and women everyday who donât get the help they need, who suffer in silence because no one will listen to their cries. So myself, and everyone who worked on this film will be donating all the money made from the film to help our veterans.  If youâd like to do your part, you know where to look.â Bucky lifted the award once more, signaling his speech was over.
The crowd stood immediately, the sound of clapping and cheering nearly deafening him as he stepped off the stage and back to Steve. Of course Steve looked downright shocked.
âBabe, are you seriously donating that much money?â Steve knew how much the movie had been able to pull in, and it was nothing to laugh at.
âI am, they deserve to get the help they desperately need, youâre one of the lucky people who got that help.â Bucky pulled Steve into a tight hug, arms squeezing his waist as he pressed a kiss to his lips.
Maybe Bucky was being a little reckless with millions of dollars, but it was something that could save the lives of millions of other people. And Bucky was going to do his part by helping out.
And Steve would be right by his side the whole way.
#stucky#stucky fic#steve rogers x bucky barnes#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky au#stucky angst#stucky fluff#stucky feels#stucky fanfiction#stucky imagine#stucky one shot#steve rogers angst#steve rogers au#steve rogers and bucky barnes#veteran!steve rogers#actor!bucky barnes#bucky barnes angst#angst#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x you#marvel#marvel fic#steve rogers has ptsd
22 notes
¡
View notes
Note
do you have any web kdrama recs? I'll do a trade and recommend Banana Actually- the whole series is 20 minutes long (at most) very good, digestible, and has some ~good~ kiss scenes.
iâll check it out!! i do have lots of webdrama recs hehe ^^ i recommended most of them yesterday but here is a larger list of only webdramas !! itâs kinda long, so i put a keep reading !!
like- a korean webdrama that you can find on youtube starring kim yu an, kim kangmin (maybe, maybe not), yoo jungwoo (love after school), and seo ji hye- about a group of students who create a film club to make youtube videos and the dumb shit they get into, plus thereâs some romance, betrayal, and fuckboys.- so so so so cute honestly. the dynamic between the characters of the club is so cute and funny, plus the love triangle has me wheezing. also the asshole fuckboy gets what he deserves which is super satisfying. it hasnât finished airing yet, but so far itâs really cute
failing in love- korean webdrama  you can find on youtube starring son sang yeon (triple fling), yang hye ji, and shin yoon seop- about a group of high schoolers who deal with falling in love, crushes, rejection, etc.- ok so the summary i gave was pretty vague but thatâs because any more and iâd be exposing the whole plot. there is humor and fluff but also teenage angst, and the characters are all more complex than they first appear. i would highly recommend this show !!!
want more 19- a short webdrama you can find on youtube starring jung ha joon, sin gi hwan, Â jeon yoo rim, nam yoon soo, and lee jungha- a story of 5 friends in high school. A mutual crush, a one-sided love, and a rough patch for sweethearts, all taking place right around the end their senior year- OH GOD i canât breathe this drama is so cute. it had me squealing every single episode, and itâs very lighthearted with hardly any angst
triple fling (s1)- a short choose-your-own-ending  korean webdrama on youtube starring jung bomin, son sangyeon (failing in love), themanblkâs jeongyou, and themanblkâs eom sewoong- lee sehee accidentally becomes friends with the three most popular boys in school and ends up in a love square with them- alright im whipped for stuff like this so naturally i loved it. i also really liked how viewers could choose their own ending as for which boy she chose. there is a second season that i havenât seen yet that focuses on another girl in ANOTHER love square (containing one of the guys from seheeâs love square) in which it shows which boy she actually did choose (and it was my favorite so . yay!)
when you love yourself (s1)- a short webdrama you can find on youtube starring jung mingyu (sweet revenge 2) and saet byeol .- about a girl who is heavier than her classmates who struggles with self-love and self-acceptance, and along the way finds love- god. i canât even explain how much i loved this drama. the message is wonderful and thereâs no moment where she glows up and loses weight and then gets the guyâs attention or anything: he simply loves her as who she is, no matter what weight she is, and is supportive. thereâs also an episode that focuses on the queen bee girl who also struggles with weight and self-love and itâs just beautiful
my woofy poofy love / my dog-like dating- a short korean webdrama you can find on youtube starring chae ji an and kim do hoon (your imagination becomes reality)- a girl who has recently been cruelly dumped by her boyfriend brings a stray dog back to her home and wakes up to find that instead of a dog, there is a man! she happens to be looking for a roommate, and so this man (who can turn into a dog) becomes her new housemate- literally adorable. female lead is stunning and the relationship is so cute and fluffy and innocent, but the kiss is steamy as hell.
ok to be sensitive (s1)- a webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim da ye and kim youngdae (extraordinary you) and others im too lazy to put- focuses on feminist issues like sexism and sexual harassment in a college setting, which each episode focusing on one particular incident and the characters dealing with it- listen so like . this show had me emotional at some points bc of how amazing the message was. it dealt with sexual harassment, sexism, how females are expected to act, stalking, pressure to have sex⌠etc and basically every episode was like . you can stand up for yourself. you donât have to âtake itâ just bc youâre a female, etc. also there was really cute romance uwu
ok to be sensitive (s2)- season 2 of otbs, also can be found on youtube, starring yoo hye in and lee shin young, as well as others but again im too lazy to list them all- same thing as season 1, but a different cast of main characters, and set in an office workplace. (original cast makes a cameo at the end)- the issues in season 2 were definitely a bit darker because it was set in a work place, where the main characters were worried about getting fired if they stood up for themselves, but the way things were handled was really admirable imo. also the male lead in this one is ABSOLUTELY adorable
go back diary- a 4 episode webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim ye ji and lee jong won (jaeminâs webdrama how to hate you)- about a boy who sees a girl at a karaoke bar (?) and instantly develops a crush on her. she then transfers to his school, and it tells the story of their love story after 10 years.- iâll just say it right now. the whole drama was adorable except for the ending, which fucking sucked. literally was horrible. boycott episode 4 pls i was SO UPSET. otherwise, great webdrama
love after school (s1)- korean webdrama that can be found on youtube starring park so eun and yoo jungwoo (like)- about a couple who fell in love in high school and their story, told from 5 years later when they meet again- i love love love this bitch. LOVE. season 2 ⌠we wonât speak of her lol. but season 1 is super cute and the ???? kiss at the end(ish)??? DEAD. literally anything with yoo jungwoo will destroy me but omg. it was fantastic
maybe, maybe not- a webdrama starring kim kangmin (like) and gong yoorim- a girl who can read minds and is an outside bc she knows what everyone is really thinking meets a guy that she canât read the mind of- so fluffy. so cute. oh god. pls watch itâs so soft and cute
what to do with you- a korean webdrama - that is actually literally an ad for a facemask - starring lee hayoung and kim youngdae (extraordinary you)- saerom and geun are friends, but it feels like theyâre something more. will they ever take the next step?- yeah this webdrama is super cute and thatâs really all lol. also the bitchy girl in love after school is the best friend in this one oho
your imagination becomes reality- a webdrama that can be found on youtube starring oh se young, kim dohoon (my woofy poofy love), and jin ho eun- soram has a crush on a mysterious upperclassman, and wishes to see him again: she does, soon after. each time she makes a wish, it seems to magically come true. - yeah so like . itâs not a supernatural thing or anything, itâs just a cute college romance thatâs basically every girl with a crushâs dream lol~!Â
crushes reverse- webdrama on youtube starring kim shi eun (miss independant jieun s2) and jung hyojun- yoo somi has a huge crush on her older sisterâs longtime boyfriend, and her best friend at school happens to be his younger brother- i find the beginning hard to watch bc of the second hand embarrassment i feel when i do watch it but . it has a super cute ending and the main girl reminds me of shin hye sun so much itâs wackÂ
how to hate you- webdrama starring nctâs jaemin, jim ji in (extraordinary you), lee jongwon (go back diary), and kim yoojin- oh miri meets her ideal type while working as a part-timer, but right before sheâs about to confess, she realizes that he is her best friendâs mystery boyfriend. she asks han daekang, her new friend, to pretend to be her boyfriend for the time being. - the summary i gave was terrible but ITS RLY CUTE . also the main girl in this plays dan ohâs best friend / judaâs bully in extraordinary you and THE CHARACTERS ARE SO INCREDIBLY DIFFERENT DUDE . Legend. anyways its a bit cliche and we dont get any actual lip on lip action but its still cute lol
have a nice dessert! / drunk in good taste- drama special / webdrama starring kim hyanggi (sweet revenge 1; moment at 18) and kim mingyu (just between lovers ((as the crippled best friendâs anti fan turned romantic interest)))- chongnam loves desserts, and even has an instagram dedicated to taking photos of various deserts she eats. when her college life starts, she mistakes a classmate as an upperclassman, only to find out theyâre the same age, and they become friends- listen . this shit was adorable. as when every single kim hyanggi drama, the kisses are cardboard flat and terrible but ! BUT ! the couple is super cute
a-teen (s1 & s2)- 2 season webdrama starring aprilâs naeun, shin yeeun (he is psychometric), shin seungho, kim donghee, kim soohyun, and ryu euihyun- about a group of friends who go through various troubles and grow closer as a group, as well as fall in love- ok so ... technically i havenât even finished season 1 yet but !!! i know itâs a good show bc i did watch a lot of it !! plus in s1 episode 20 at 10:35 thereâs a nomin cameo LOL SJKFSD thereâs also a webdrama called âthe guilty secretâ i havenât watched yet starring victonâs subin and others that is set at the same school as a-teen 1 and 2 and features the original cast in cameos !!
i have 3 boyfriends / boyfri3nds- short webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim ji eun, park sungwoo (produce 101 season 2 [that 30 year old dude who danced to rainâs song OMG], moon jihoo, and lee jungsik- when la hi gets in a car accident and wakes up with amnesia she finds that she has 3 men all claiming to be her boyfriend.- OK LISTEN . this show is so funny and cute. let me just say: you MUST watch to the end. thatâs all iâll say. pLS WATCH
lily fever- a short webdrama starring kim hyeyoon (just between lovers) and jung yeonjoo (witchâs romance)- kyungju needs her passport back, which her ex boyfriend has, but it turns out he left it at a friendâs place. when she arrives, the friend is leaving but says she can go inside: just be mindful of the houseguest inside...- yeah this is lesbian as fuck . it has like . hardly any plot, has a shit ton of crackheadery, and lots of STEAMY AS FUCK kisses. it literally makes like no sense though skdfksjd but if ur in the mood for some easy to watch girl pairing stuff, this is it my dude !Â
21 notes
¡
View notes
Note
1/2 maybe Iâm very dense but I still donât completely understand everything that happened w/Kira. Why did TJ ditch Cyrus for Kiraâs costume? Did TJ and Kira actually date and break up? Why was TJ so willing to be her friend and not notice how mean she was (like at the table when they were with Cyrus). And the whole making TJ choose thing was confusing too. Because it was out of the blue and TJ never had to âchooseâ. He was friends with both of them. Iâm so confused! Do you understand everything?
2/2 and when TJ and Kira were at the park and they had planned to feed the ducks, was that a date? When Kira said âhello Iâm over hereâ to get TJ to stop looking after Cyrus, that sounded very girlfriend-ish to me. I really wish they had explained all the TJ/Cyrus/Kira stuff. And Buffy said âyou know why heâs hanging out with herâ, everyone assumes that Buffy meant that she knew TJ was ha find with Kira to hide his feelings for Cyrus. But how can we know for sure? Iâm gonna lose sleep over this
Hahaha okay. Idk if everyone agrees with what Iâm gonna say, but this is how i grasp it. Come one, come all, as I answer hard hitting questions about KIRA
First and foremost, Kira was brought in to delay Tyrus. Unfortunately, that was her main plot driver. If Kira had not been involved: i think Summer Salt would have played out, someone would have said something about them being in a âcouples costumeâ, internalised homophobia/gay panic, TJ dips until the end for the same kinda endgame OR Tyrus canons a little earlier, bench scene outside of school instead, who could predict the next couple episodes? only terri
But we were 2/3 getting a delay in Tyrus (well 100% but yk what i mean) and Kira was unfortunately up to bat. Take her plot line through like this: Kira knows (or at least assumes) TJ has more than friendship feelings for Cyrus. Kira likes TJ. Kira knows TJ his a jock, popular, likely insecure, and uses that to her advantage to get what she wants (a weird, not really real, relationship with TJ)
So 1. Why did TJ ditch Cyrus for Kiraâs costume? Throw your hands up for homophobia! look back a bit, couples costume? So that path was eliminated by this. Because, as Kira subtly pointed out to TJ, why would he rather do a couples costume with a GUY than with a GIRL (her)? TJ was caught here, either basically out himself to her (as she hinted it was suspicious he would wanna do a costume with Cyrus) or play along. TJ plays along with Kira, as heâs afraid of even the possibility of being outed.Â
2. Did TJ and Kira actually date and break up? No, the MackChat kids are 8. TJ never âdatedâ Kira. He spent a lot of time with her, but think of it more like. TJ thought of Kira as Buffy to his Cyrus. Kira thought of TJ as her boyfriend who didnt wanna label it (jonah tease). Thatâs why itâs a little confusing, because it was to them too. But not dating, no break up.Â
3. Why was TJ so willing to be her friend? I know A LOT happens in Andi Mack and TJ is but a mere side character, but TJ is not in Cyrusâ friend group. Heâs in - oh, yeah, all his friends dumped him after he reported his best friend to the cops! lol! - TJ doesnât .. have any friends after 306. Heâs just kinda .. desperate for a friend. (Yes, he wants Cyrus but Cyrus is his crush and itâs hard to share that space when youâre 14). Idk if yall have ever gone through a middle school day with no friends but .. guys its rough, like soul-crushing lunch goes from the best part of the day to the worst, rough. So Kira comes along, she likes basketball and gives TJ attention, thatâs kinda all he needs to jump on board. Someone wants to hang out with him! And do his favourite thing! Â
and not notice how mean she was? TJ is a boy. I know thatâs a dumb answer but jesus 14 year old boys are DENSE. Kira wasnât outright saying anything mean to Cyrus, she was being rude, but in a snarky, covered in smiles way. But everything that came out of her mouth was âniceâ. To TJ, she was being welcoming and Cyrus was being flaky and disliked her for no reason (Buffy kicked HER off the team, after all)Â
4. the whole making TJ choose thing was confusing too. Iâm with you on this because, yeah, really thought she was gonna flat out call TJ out for having a crush LMAOOO. So to attempt my explanation, I have to preface this a bit. Take what I say with a grain of salt, alright? I do truly love TJ Kippen with all my heart.Â
But TJ is kinda mean, lol. Heâs nice to Cyrus and Cyrusâ friends cos heâs whipped head-over-heels, but hereâs the thing: He and Kira probably laughed at kids playing bball poorly on the court at the park, they probably made fun of people at the minigolf place, sending their balls into the artificial lake, they probably called the kids getting Aâs in math nerds. Theyâve probably laughed at kids dancing EXACTLY how Cyrus danced at the party. But thereâs TJ, defensive, mad at Kira for laughing at him like that.Â
So they joke and laugh at everyone, but they canât make fun of Cyrus? To Kira, itâs now plainly obvious: TJ cares about Cyrus more than he does about having fun with her. So hereâs her ultimatum: You have fun with me, and weâre friends, or youâre a drag around Cyrus.Â
Obviously TJ picks Cyrus because he has a fat crush, and being nice is like the smallest price in the world to pay for that boy. Think of him picking between them as his final step outside of his mean body, the nice person inside finally clawed their whole way out.Â
5. when TJ and Kira were at the park and they had planned to feed the ducks, was that a date? No, probs just post basketball stuff and the park is small. TJ was just avoiding the swings.
6. When Kira said âhello Iâm over hereâ to get TJ to stop looking after Cyrus, that sounded very girlfriend-ish to me. Cos she thought they were in some kind of relationship, due to TJ having no other friends, the exclusivity was pretty real
7. Buffy said âyou know why heâs hanging out with herâ, everyone assumes that Buffy meant that she knew TJ was hanging with Kira to hide his feelings for Cyrus. But how can we know for sure? Here it is, the final question, and perhaps most up-to-interpretation answer.Â
Answer 1: Buffy knows Kira is JUST like TJ was, she dealt with her on her team, and has seen how she interacts with people. She knows TJ is hanging out with her because heâs lost his friends and gone soft for Cyrus, and needs something else in his life to keep him on top/captain/popular
Answer 2: Buffy knows TJ likes Cyrus and is scared of that, thus is hanging around Kira to hide those feelings. The thing that doesnât add up here is: When Tira wrap their arms around each other, Buffy apologises, like what she said was wrong. So why would she do that if she was sure TJ was only with her as a beard?Â
Answer 3: Buffy has put together that TJ has lowkey been bullied into being embarrassed of being so close with Cyrus. She knows heâs only hanging out with Kira because sheâs basically forcing him too, and heâs capitalising on the situation by using her to make him look popular and âlike the other boysâ more or less. When she says âIâm sorry.â to Cyrus, sheâs sympathising with him, understanding that it sucks that TJ is in this position with Kira and heâs a dumbass jock.Â
I think Answer 3 makes the most sense.Â
Well! I hope I answered all your questions to some form of semi-understanding. I know itâs a lot and itâs really confusing and they didnât leave time to really explain it.Â
The short answer for the kiddos at home: TJ never liked KIRA!! He liked CYRUS!!
86 notes
¡
View notes
Text
A little about me!
So uh... hi!Â
I've been thinking about how much I want to meet @taylorswift and Swifites all around dn the world but I never really post anything here about me, so why would she or anyone be like "oh yes, i want to meet her too" I mean for all we know I could be a crazy person right? (I've watched way too many crime-drama shows, I'm so sorry, DUN DUN). Well here I go.Â
My name is Grace, I was born and raised in Venezuela. I'm 27 years old. I graduated from Law school when I was 24 and that same year I moved out of my home country, I've lived in Buenos Aires, Argentina and I'm currently living in MedellĂn, Colombia. Buenos Aires is so pretty I loved it there, I learned so much about myself, but I think I like MedellĂn better because it reminds me a lot of Venezuela, plus the weather is lovely.
I'm married (got married this year, I've posted a few pictures about it lol) my wedding song was Lover, other songs that define my relationship would be, stay, stay, stay, starlight, daylight, mary's song (one of my favorites lol), crazier, you are in love, this love, fearless, call it what you want... so basically any love song Taylor has ever written lol. I need to mention this because before I started dating my husband I thought I would NEVER relate to these songs, so if you're thinking love is not for you and heart break is all there is, TRUST ME, it is not.Â
I became a Swiftie back in 2008, I was about to turn 16. I heard Love Story somewhere and I got obsessed, then I found out she was dating Joe Jonas, and that she was about to release her 2nd album, so I was like WAIT THERE'S ONE ALBUM ALREADY? HOW COME I HAVENT LISTENED IT YET? and that was it, I was hooked, playing her first album on repeat everyday... however that did not prepare me for what was coming up next.Â
As soon as I listened to Fearless, I just knew I would stan Taylor my whole life. I was going thro some stuffs back then, I was heart broken for the first time, a good friend of my had died and I felt like i just hated everything, but deep down I was just very very sad. When I look back at who I was back then it makes me wanna cry because I felt so alone... and then this album came out. She shook my world, took my hand and walked me thro all of it. And for that @taylorswift I'm eternally grateful.Â
The rest is history.Â
Now because I am a Latin Swifite I was not able to see her live until I was living in Buenos Aires and I was financially independent. I had a good life in Venezuela but my parents couldn't afford a trip to the US for a concert, it is really sad to love someone and their work so much and not being able to see them perform live, but I've sworn to myself that it wont happen again, as long as I'm alive (and im not broke of course lol) I will go to every tour of every era.Â
I'm not going to lie, sometimes I feel like an outsider in the fandom, most of the time is because I feel old? lol but I dont have like fan accounts, I just have my personal accounts and I'm always spamming them with Taylor lol because I dont feel like I need to separe being a Swiftie from who I am because thats such an important part of my life, however I do get why people do it. I lover her with all my heart and will always support her in the ways I can, but sometimes it does feel like I dont do enough compare to others, I know comparison is poison but i cant help it. I just want to point that out in case someone else feels this way, you're not alone.Â
The Reputation tour was truly something else. I cried, laughed, danced, sang all the songs like a lunatic and I was able to enjoy all that with 2 of my best friends.Â
I've always dealt with body issues, I was a gymnast for the majority of my childhood and adolescent years and there was a lot of pressure to be thin and maintaining that weight, by the time I was 9 I was counting calories and by the time I was 11 I knew what an eating disorder was. So when Taylor talked about her struggle with her body my heart felt for her but i was also very proud, it takes a lot of strength to do that. Sometimes we are making excuses because we dont wanna face the truth, or we are thinking "Oh no I dont really have an issue" but every so often once someone we look up to does it, it makes us realize that it is ok to seek help.Â
Right now I feel a little lost because we are in the middle of this global pandemic and I'm not as happy with my job as i was before (I work remote and have been doing the same thing for 5 years now) I thought 2020 was the year of changes and me finally going out there and finding a new job and maybe study something or learn something new. But I'm working on not being so hard on myself, stop overthinking (but damn its so difficult lol, I always picture the worst case scenario) and just be grateful for what I do have right now. I know there are a lot of people struggling right now and I'm very privileged just to have a roof over my hand, a full stomach, a healthy body and a lovely family. So if youre feeling off right now, its a global thing, we are all in this together, and I feel like this will be over sooner than our crazy minds thing (or at least I HOPE SO lol).
So last but not least a few random facts about me: (cause I dont want to make this already long ass post even longer)Â
 I really enjoy dancing, writing, going to the movies, cooking and everything that is make up related.Â
I wish i could paint but I think I'd suck. IÂ should give it a try lol.
 I like perfumes that smell like flowers and candy.
i love rainy days when I have nothing to do and sunny days when I'm in a bad mood lol.Â
I have a 3 year old dog, his name is Brooklyn and I love him with ALL MY HEART, hes my baby.Â
When I moved to Argentina, my bff friend since i was 15 and I lived together, I treasure the moments we shared and I miss him a lot, so as soon as I knew i was moving to Colombia we decided to get a matching tattoo, we got "Cornelia St" because its out favorite song out of Lover and I hope I never lose him.Â
And that is it for now! if anyone read this, THANK YOU and feel free to comment anything about yourself! I love to read and learn about other people!Â
Have a wonderful day.Â
Hey if youre reading this! find me on twitter: graceohmymymy lets be friends!
#life#facts#taylor swift#swiftie#love#heartbreak#taylorswift#reputation tour#latin swiftie#feeling down#moving on#about me
1 note
¡
View note
Text
Back To Normal
@nancydrew-onthecaseâ I ended up kinda combining this prompt with my headcanon post lol, so hopefully thatâs alright. Thank you for the prompt submission!! And I hope itâs enjoyable ⤠Iâve also popped this onto Ao3 if anyone wants to support it there. Iâm always accepting more Jancy prompts! ;)
After a case brought Nancy Drew to a town neighboring Bayport, it was only natural for her to drop in to the Hardy residence and say hello to her favorite brothers in the world; and, naturally, the trio spent the next few days finishing up the case altogether, eventually tracking down the notorious jewel thief who had been hitting a carefully selected array of towns all the way across the United States. Finally bringing such a criminal to justice was an immensely satisfying feeling no matter how many times it was experienced, and knowing that the guy was safely behind bars for years to come, the detectives decided it would be nice to spend a little mystery-free time together on the night before Nancyâs departure back to River Heights - that is, until they realized that this happened to be the same night Frank had previously signed up to give a lecture on criminal justice at the local community college. âWell, at least the timing of this last case kinda worked out. Now I have some fresh experiences to share,â Frank says with a halfhearted grin, âLook after Joe tonight, will you, Nancy?â They exchange a long, tender goodbye hug as Nancy chuckles a little, âNo problem.â Frank begins striding towards the entryway, teasing inflections lacing his deep voice as it gets gradually further away, âYeah, well, you might want to wait and see what itâs actually like watching over him! Not as easy as it sounds.â âHey, Iâm right here,â Joe jokes back, waving his hands a little from inside his hoodieâs pockets. Nancy gazes after the older Hardy brother as he leaves, âBye.â âSee you, Nancy.â The front door opens then closes, leaving the two remaining sleuths in silence. Joe takes in a deep breath, glancing at the vintage CLUE board game that Aunt Trudy had gifted to the brothers for Christmas when they were 8 and 9 â an expected favorite of theirs. He casually ambles over to where the unopened box sits on one edge of the angled fireplace, gesturing towards it. âWell, thereâs no reason we canât still have a game night of our own, right?â Nancy shrugs, âI donât see why not!â As Joe sets up the board on the living room floor, Nancy goes into the kitchen to fetch a glass. âJoe, do you want anything to drink?â âNah Iâm good,â he responds, attempting to shuffle the deck of Room cards back and forth in his hands; split the deck at a random place, shove the two halves back together, hope for the best. Repeat. Frank was a much better shuffler, to be honest, but someone had never bothered to teach Joe how to do it properly. So. This is the method he is using. Shut up. A mild look of distaste suddenly clouds Joeâs face, though despite his furrowed brows thereâs a bit of a smile playing at the edges of his lips, âHey Nance, youâre not about to do that thing where you just drink plain milk, are you? âCause ââ He twists his body around to see the strawberry blonde shuffling sheepishly towards him with both hands protectively cradling a glass full of solid white liquid. âOh my God.â Nancy crosses her legs and sits opposite him, âItâs good for you.â âItâs also gross.â âNo, itâs not!â âMilk is good for cereal and absolutely nothing else!â Nancy shakes her head at his antics â in this case, a dramatic finger lifted into the air as if he were making some grand point â and lets out a short giggle, âOokay, Joe. Are we ready to get started?â âAbsolutely,â he points to the two messy starter decks heâd already dealt out, âPick your poison â err, I mean⌠well, yeah. Thatâs pretty on the nose for a game of CLUE, donât you think?â Nancy nods, cheekily yet subtly repeating Joeâs line from just a few moments before, âAbsolutely.â Hours pass as the two race each other to crack each miniature case, and the stakes keep getting higher as they find small ways to make the mysteries harder â taking random unseen cards 100% out of play, limiting their amount of turns before someone has to make an accusation, and in one heated round they even ditched their notepads entirely, opting instead to take on the challenge of storing everything in memory. Nancy crushed him in that round, because Joeâs long term memory is all right, but short termâŚ? Forget about it. Joe keeps a win/lose tally on his phone, of course, and by the time 10:30PM rolls around Nancy has him beat by 3 wins. He isnât sure if itâs because of the dim lighting from the many candles Mrs. Hardy likes to keep around the house or the fact that heâs still on this semi-childish competitive high, but when he looks up at Nancy while sheâs gathering up the pieces from their latest game, heâs reminded of something. âHey Nance, do you remember doing this as kids?â She pauses, absentmindedly setting down the weapon pieces in their correct spots on the board. âI do. âCourse, we didnât get to do it very much.â There was a chuckle at the end of her sentence, after which Joe emits one of his own. âYeah. Man, things were so different back then.â âHow so?â Joe starts to open his mouth, but realizes he isnât sure how to explain what he meant. Game nights back then for Nancy Drew & The Hardy Boys really were few and far between, but every once in a while - whenever Carson was away on business and Hannah had family matters to attend to - the stars would align, and Nancy would be allowed to stay with the Hardy family for a few days. On the night of Nancyâs arrival Laura always made sure to bake up a fresh batch of her famous chocolate chip cookies, which was a favorite of the 3 young teenagers. Unsurprisingly, the heaping pile of cookies would be devoured in about 5 minutes flat⌠Joe really wishes he hadnât thought of that. Now his mouth is watering. He also realizes that Nancy is still waiting for him to answer her question. He shrugs. âI donât know, I mean, we were kids. Of course it was different.â âYouâre not different, though,â a playful, sincere smile works its way onto her face as she looks up at him in the candlelight, âI think youâve changed the least out of all of us.â She means this to be a lighthearted comment, Joe knows, but internally it makes him feel a little funny. He thinks heâs changed a lot since then. True, heâs still impulsive and daring and makes himself laugh at all of the stupid jokes that formulate in his brain⌠but not everything is how it was back in those days. Long before the world caught on to the inherent connection that exists between Frank & Nancy, Joe was actually the one who had first taken an interest in the girl detective; well, as much interest as an awkward, inexperienced 13-year-old could. He had just started noticing girls, and Nancy was very pretty, but⌠she was so, so unlike all the other pretty girls at Bayport Middle & High School. But obviously he doesnât feel that way anymore. Thatâs probably the biggest difference between now & then, because Joe had easily understood that if Nancy were ever to break up with her longtime beau Ned Nickerson (which probably wasnât going to happen), the next person in line for her romantic affections was going to be Frank Hardy (who is definitely not Joe). And he was totally okay with that. In fact, it was kinda fun to watch Nancy & his brotherâs friendship grow over the years, especially when he got to tease Frank about all the lingering glances and âunspoken wordsâ he never had the chance to say to Nancy. Poking at his brother is something Joe enjoys no matter the context. Back in reality, Nancy has finally finished dealing out the cards for another game and is looking expectantly at her friend. âYour turn to choose!â Joe thinks he remembers her saying the exact same thing when they were about 15, sitting in the exact same spot on the floor, playing the exact same board game. Her reddish-blonde hair had been pulled into a side braid as she usually wore it at the time, as opposed to the natural perfect curl her hair comes to at her shoulder blades now, but her ice blue eyes were as sharp and sparkling as ever. Itâs been a long time since Joe has looked at Nancy. Like, looked at her in the way he did when they first met. In fact, up until this moment he thought that her freckles had just disappeared as she got older, but underneath the dancing shadows on her face he can still see a light dusting of them going across her nose; subtle, but cute, and only noticeable if youâre really looking. ...Oh. Joe swallows. At last he picks up the leftmost deck of starter cards and fans it out in his hand, examining the assortment in front of him; Peacock, revolver, wrench, conservatory, billiard room. His heart pounds a little heavier than usual as he marks them each off his list. Anxiety isnât something Joe usually struggles with, but he thinks this is what it feels like. Itâs okay, though, Joe reasons with himself, This is just a weird flash of⌠whatever. Itâll pass and all will go back to normal. âAlright. You can go first this time.â when Nancy looks up from her notepad, she must take notice of the thoughtful look on Joeâs face. She frowns a bit, her brows furrowing in that concerned, inquisitive way they do. âHey, are you okay?â Joe clears his throat. Back to normal. âYeah, sorry! Was thinking about⌠something totally unrelated. Iâm good. Lets go.â With that he flashes her a trademark Joe Hardy smile, picks up the dice, and does not give it another thought.
6 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Colour Me In (Part 8)
Kevin was cracking up at the video Eliza was showing him. Calum and her step dad, Phillip, had decided to play a little one on one football in the backyard before they ate dinner. It was friendly but competitive. Keven watched as Calum kicked the ball around her step dad's ankles while Phillip tried to fake him out. Calum was smug until Phillip swooped back around stealing the ball and scoring with ease before he could react. Clapping Calum on the back Phillip laughed, âthose cigarettes, my boy, they slow you down, I'm an old man, that's my excuse.â
âYou're not old, and you're Brazilian. That's a natural advantage from birth,â Calum teased him.
Phillip had been much easier to win over. He was friendly and outgoing, making everyone here meet feel like an old friend. He and Calum had quickly started chatting about music and football. As a child, Phillip had played in his family's band, his dad having a decently popular career as a singer/variety show host on Spanish language television. After his father died, his mother had brought them to the U.S. opening her own restaurant with the kids as entertainment on the weekends. He had a lot in common with Calum and Eliza had been relieved.
âEven better,â she told Kevin, âbetween Pops and Alex monopolizing Calum, Mama had a hard time pinning him down. She did ask about the tattoos and life on the road, and she didn't look happy when he told her they had a tour coming up.â
âOoooh you didn't tell me he was going on tourâ Kevin shot her a look.
âIt's no one's business, besides you know how busy we've both been. Yeah he's gonna leave in two weeks and be gone for four months. I hate it, I hate it so much, but this is what he does. It's just part of being with him.â Eliza sighed, sad just thinking about it.
âYou guys aren't breaking up are you?â Kevin looked devastated at the thought.
âWhat? No!!! Don't even think that asshole,â Eliza almost smacked him. âWe're gonna text, and video chat, but I worry a little bit. I mean he'll be on the road with his friends, girls everywhere, and I know it's got to be killing him.â She blushed and looked away, embarrassed to talk about it even with Kevin. They'd been dating a little over two months now and still hadn't had sex, or really much past some steamy makeout sessions in the car or on Calum's couch. She knew it was out of character for him to go without for so long. He hadn't complained once, but Eliza worried he would get tired of waiting.
âBitch will you stop worrying, Calum clearly adores you. He's hanging out with your family, teaching Alex guitar, learning how to deal with Maggie's hyper ass, and Mama even invited him back a third time. He's learning another language just to talk to you. You've got this boy whipped and it's obvious to everyone. The thots are still mad at you,â Kevin dissolved into laughter.
He was so glad Eliza had come up to Santa Barbara for a few days. His mother had suffered a series of strokes and his siblings, despite being in her life and in her pockets, had not been able to find the time to handle the crisis. Kevin, the youngest, the one she'd thrown out of her house at the age of fifteen, was left to set up her care and sign papers after being granted power of attorney. For almost two weeks he'd dealt with it alone before begging Eliza to come up and save his sanity. They'd spent an entire first day just shopping and gossiping. This morning they had hit up a fancy bistro for breakfast and then a spa mani/pedis. Currently they were sprawled out on the couch at Kevin's mother's house talking about boys, per usual, before Kevin had to meet his mom's lawyer at 2pm.
She felt guilty that she'd let her best friend go through so much by himself. Eliza felt she'd been neglecting their friendship for Calum, but Kevin insisted he understood.
âIf I had a man like that in my life, you might only hear from me on Christmas and your mama's birthday,â Kevin cracked himself up. âMaybe Maggie,â he added âhow is my little troublemaker anyways? Sad she's finally losing you to a man?â
Eliza snorted, ânot hardly, she's thrilled she has someone new to pester. Not only that she and Calum really hit it off, and she's taken improving his sign language as a personal mission.â
Eliza's phone buzzed. âShe must know we're talking about her,â she laughed checking her messages. Her face fell and Kevin knew it was bad news.
âOh noâ she mouthed staring at the screen as tears filled her eyes.
Kevin, impatient, snatched the phone from her hands. âOh shit, oh my poor baby,â he put this hand up to his throat and looked at Eliza.
I just got the email and apparently all that work was for nothing. I didn't get the internship at the U.N., I'm not going to NYC. I actually tried really hard on this and I don't know why they didn't pick me. Â So right now I feel like a complete failure, and I'm stuck here for the summer instead of having my own life across the country.
"Oh shit, we're going into Maggie meltdown mode," Kevin was alarmed, "she's never dealt well with disappointment."
"The danger of being a gifted child. Most things come easy for her. Anything that doesn't she just applies herself to with stellar results every single time. Usually the only time Maggie doesn't get what she wants is from Mama or me" Eliza knew how much her sister had been counting on this, and how devastated she must be.
"Mama has her hands full with that one, but she knows how to deal with Mags when she gets like this," Kevin reassured her, but Eliza shook her head.
"Nope, Pops took Mama and Alex up to SF for the weekend. Alex has that gaming convention and they're looking at a couple properties," Eliza didn't want Maggie to be stuck home alone with nothing but her anxiety and Oliver for company.
"It's ok if you gotta go back," Kevin signed, Eliza could tell he was disappointed but his concern for Maggie won out.
Kevin checked traffic and it wasn't hard to lip read "ooh you're FUCKED."
There was a fiery multi car fatality crash on the 101 that had traffic backed up for miles. It was going to turn a 2 hour drive into an epic quest. Eliza texted Maggie back as she tried to figure out what to do.
Maggie was curled up on the couch with Oliver having cried herself out. Her mind was racing and doubt was gnawing on her soul. What if she wasn't as smart as she liked to think she was. What if she was wasting her time trying to go for a career in diplomacy or government. What if her father was right about going into the corporate world where her knowing five languages would put her in high demand. Why didn't they pick her? Did she do something wrong? Was she just not good enough?
She knew she was making herself crazy, she knew it was unhealthy to do so, but she couldn't stop her brain from spinning. Her eyes were stinging, her throat was sore and she could feel a headache coming on. Oliver gave wonderful snuggles, and when she sat up he climbed right back in her lap. Maggie loved the little guy, but right now she really wanted someone there with her. Eliza would have headed straight back from Kevin's mother's house, but the best they could hope for her return was late that night with traffic as backed up as it was. With any luck Kevin might come with her, her sister was her support but Kev was always good for a laugh.
There was a knock at the door. Oliver began barking and Maggie was confused because no one should be at her door. The knocking continued, getting louder, and now she was getting a little scared. Sure it was early afternoon and they lived in a decent neighborhood, but she was home alone with a stranger at her door and nothing to protect her besides a four legged floof.
She peeked through the blinds and gasped when she saw the car. She ran to the door, with Oliver in hot pursuit, flinging it open to find a very familiar face.
âCalum? What the hell are you doing here?â Maggie was baffled, but genuinely curious. Calum had to know Eliza was with Kevin, and even if she'd told him she was coming back early that wasn't even two hours ago.
Calum grinned at her, âEliza was upset about you being home alone right now. With her stuck in Santa Barbara I thought I'd come check on you and see if you wanted to grab lunch. I even brought Duke along if you needed extra convincing,â opening his leather jacket and handing her his dog. Maggie squealed as she got kisses from Duke before she gave it to Oliver's begging and put him down so they could say hello.
âMy sister sent you to check on me,â Maggie raised an eyebrow but she was smiling again.
âNot exactly,â he admitted. âShe texted me because she was upset about traffic and not being able to get back down here. She then had to explain why she was coming back. I have nothing to do today until later this evening with the guys. I was gonna get some food so I thought I'd scoop you up to go with me. It's better than sitting home alone isn't it?â
âCan you give me a bit to get ready?â Maggie asked and Calum nodded bending down to pick up the ball Oliver dropped at their feet.
If you see pics of me out on a date with your boyfriend just know I'm using him to get to Luke Hemmings
WTF Maggie??
Wait did Calum come over?
Yes we're going to lunch and taking the dogs. He didn't want you to worry about me being home alone.
Awwww that's sweet, but now I have to worry about what you two are gonna talk about
Eliza glanced up at Kevin who had been reading the conversation over her shoulder.
âAs you should, but I think it's funnyâ Kevin signed and Eliza flipped him off.
I'll try not to say anything too embarrassing, but I'm not sure about him lol
Don't make me hurt you Mags
I'd like to see you try....TTYL
"The bread here is amazing," Maggie told him as they were seated on the patio. "I don't know if I want chicken or eggplant today, but both are really good."
Calum noticed Maggie wasn't as talkative and her smiles were still a bit forced.
"Order both if you like," Calum told her. "Let me guess you can probably order in fluent Italian?"
Maggie shook her head. "I only know bits and bobs of French and Italian. I'm sure I'll pick it up eventually."
"You know what⌠Four languages? Same as your sister"
"Five⌠English, Spanish, Portuguese, Farsi and ASL. Eliza can read all but Spanish quite well, but it's not the same."
"How so?"
"She misses out on things, like when Mama is singing in Portuguese and her accent changes, or the rumble in my father's voice on certain words or phrases."
"Eliza doesn't talk much about your father," Calum raised his eyebrows, hoping she'd keep going. He didn't want to pry into something that always seemed like a touchy subject.
"They're not close really, they write letters back and forth, but there's an awkwardness between them. They split when I was five and Eliza was seven. Baba and Mama both blamed themselves for Eliza's illness and subsequent disability. She became overprotective and he became distant. We moved to the US in the middle of the separation/divorce while he stayed in the UK. He would call and I would usually be the one to answer the phone, and that's how we stayed in touch. As I got older he'd call when Mama wasn't home and we'd always speak in Farsi so that's my official third language. I've been signing since I can remember talking so those go hand in handâŚ. No pun intended." Maggie finally smiled a real smile as they brought the bread and dipping oils.
Calum nodded chuckling as he tried the basil and garlic infused olive oil. The bread was delicious and he told Maggie she should order for him.
"Can we get a mozzarella caprese instead of salad, I'll have chicken picatta and I think he'll like the spaghetti carbonara with pancetta," Â Maggie looked at Calum who shrugged and nodded.
"So tell me about Phillip and Alex," he picked the conversation back up.
"Mama met Pops when I was eight or nine, they both were in real estate and my understanding is that's how they met. He's got a wild family background to say the least. His mother was a former Miss World who had married a Mexican singer she'd met only two months prior at a charity event. They had four children in quick succession before gaining their own variety show in the early 80's. It all fell apart when his dad was murdered for supporting the wrong candidate, or at least that's what the family believes. Anyways they met, married and Alex came around about a year later," Maggie spoke in rapid fire bursts playing with her hands and drumming her fingers.
"Ok now I get to ask a question," Maggie turned those huge deep brown eyes directly on him. "Are you really the player Kevin says you are?"
Calum was a bit shocked but decided to roll with it. "Wow really going in hard right off the bat Maggie  Yeah,I was, I hate to admit it."
"If you were enjoying yourself then, why do you feel bad now? Were you just waiting for a good girl?" Maggie's tone was light almost teasing.
"You sound like the guys," he rolled his eyes at her, "I get teased endlessly about her you know? I wasn't waiting for anything or anyone. This all just happened. I'm just as surprised as anyone."
"So then why haven't you made a move on Eliza? What are you waiting for?" Maggie knew her sister would kill her for this, but she was so sick of listening to Eliza pout and worry about not being up to Calum's "standards."
"Seriously?" Calum was irritated. "Why would you ask me that?"
"Because she thinks she's doing something wrongâŚ. She's afraid of what's going to happen when you go on this tour, that you might be tempted out of frustration."
Calum's face softened when he saw Maggie's worried and fearful expression. She continued, "listen I know I'm nosy and have no filter, but she really really likes you." Maggie grabbed his hand, "I know you really like her too, but you haven't tried to get with her or introduced your girlfriend to any of your friends."
"I thought you were sad⌠Where did this interrogation come from?" Calum needed to think about that. The guys were dying to meet Eliza but the idea scared him to death.
"Honestly, I'll have to think about that, it's not that I don't find her beautiful. Wanting her isn't the problem, but I don't want to scare her."
"I am sad, but you're providing a decent distraction. Besides how often am I going to get a chance to be nosy without my sister interrupting?" Maggie grinned at him and he smiled back.
"Why don't you come with me after lunch? We'll go pick up Luke and you can meet the guys. Maybe you'll see why I've waited."
"Finally" she exclaimed at the sight of the waiter with their pasta as well as the invitation. "I'm starving and I've been waiting this whole time just to meet Luke."
@kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @wildhearthood @cal-puddies @calumh-excess @biba3434 @babygirlcashton @angelbabylu @itstheholls @calteahood @5sos-ficssmut @cal-pal-cuddles @1dthewantedlove
any and all feedback is appreciated more than you could know
#calum hood#colour me in#deaf#eliza#asl#calum 5sos#5sos calum#calum hood imagine#calum hood blurb#calum hood fanfiction#5sos#calum imagine#5sos imagine#5sos fanfic#5sos blurb#calum fic
30 notes
¡
View notes