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haravath0t · 4 years ago

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Peace of Mind and Heart

Pairing: Wakanda!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: an adorable Bucky, Bucky finally being a happy boi, fluff!

Word Count: 2.6K (oops)

A/N: @lookiamtrying MINA! My lovely Sammy! Thank you thank you for requesting this in! FINALLY THIS IS OUT! Gahhh I knew right off the bat that I would love writing this for you and good ol’ Bucket! Our Bucky deserves so much happiness, especially with reader! Ahhh! There are so many ways to go about all of this, but I hope you like this one! I got too carried away 😂Happy reading, everyone!

Request: For a sweet drabble can I request Wakanda!Bucky preparing to propose to reader? He’s finally found some peace and it’s because of her and he gets all nervous thinking she might say no. Ooohh maybe he proposes to her at sunset like the second gif? Okaaay thank you.

*Italics indicate flashbacks!

A big, shaky sigh leaves Bucky’s lips as he sits within the comfort of his hut, twisting the velvet box around with his fingers. He could not help the nervousness that was flowing through his veins as his flesh thumb pried the box open, showing the wonderful engagement ring that he had picked out alongside Steve. Little to your knowledge, Bucky had been carrying this for a while now, finding the right ways to propose, but with no idea coming to his head.

“Mr. Barnes, Y/N said that she will come over with dinner for you both in ten minutes.” One of the Dora Milaje notifies him, walking away from his hut when she sees him nod in acknowledgement, muttering a small thank you.

He can’t help but recall the day he first laid his eyes on you. He remembered how you were struggling to speak to the locals in the market as he was buying his plums. He recalled the uncharacteristic action of him stepping in and helping you out, you getting extremely shy and embarrassed as you said thank you. He remembered how you said that you came here for work, that you were new, and trying to make your way around Romania before you started. He remembered the smile that had kissed his lips from the similarity of the situation of you both.

“I came here for a fresh start too,” He replied, causing you to look up at him in surprise.

“Really? You don’t sound like it, though. Your Romanian sounds amazing!” You compliment, causing the brooding super soldier to have a light pink tint on his cheeks. “Oh. I think I just do pretty good at hiding in the crowd, that’s all.” He answers quietly with a shrug. That made way for a nice conversation between you both, one that didn’t require much work. You kept talking until you realized you had to return to your place. “How can I repay you, though? You practically helped me with my grocery shopping at that rate.” You ask, truly feeling ashamed at your lack of knowledge of Romanian, or Romania in general.

“Maybe by being a friend?”

“C-coffee, maybe? At the cafe down the block? At 9 tomorrow morning?” He offers, shyly, “I’ll pay!” You smile even more and nod in approval. “Yes… I… I didn’t catch your name.” He realized that too.

“Ummm… Bucky… I’m Bucky…”

You smile.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, with a smile once again forming on his face. It was a truly beautiful name that matched you. “Would you care if I walked you back? There’s some pickpockets around here in Bucharest, you have to be careful.” You agreed it was for the best, having had that experience before. Not that long later, you had finally arrived at your apartment. “That’s funny,” Bucky remarks quietly, making you look up at him in curiosity. “What?”

“I guess I just met my neighbor” He chuckles quietly, motioning to his door that was across the hall. This only made you smile even more.

“Well, gee… Glad that we are friends, neighbor.”

He was scared that he was a burden to you. You had always come to check up on him if you heard him have nightmares. You invited him over to your place during those nights, stayed up with him, cooked you both a midnight snack, and let him take his time to talk to you about what was on his mind. The closer you two got, you even let him sleep in the spare bedroom in your place. Unbeknownst to you both, the friendly gesture only caused him to fall for you and the characteristics of you that made you. He adored you for your gentility, your kindness, your playful nature, your wit, and so much more. You didn’t waver when you found Captain America in the front of your neighbor’s door.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he says swinging his backpack over his arm. “You’re in danger. You gotta leave.” “Bucky… your hand…. What…” He looked almost ashamed and worried over your reaction. “I’ll explain if I can, but not now.” Is what he responds before looking at Steve. “Wait for me at our cafe tomorrow, if you want. If I see that you’re there, I’ll know the answer.” Is the last thing he says for the day before chaos erupted.

By the next day, you managed to pack whatever you could in your little apartment, waiting in the cafe. You were about to leave until you saw a tall blond, in a cap and jacket approaching you. “Y/N L/N?” He asks. It was Captain America again. “Yes?”

“I’m afraid Buck can’t be present with you right now. I don’t think it’s safe for you to be here, since you’re associated with him. The Avengers can offer you a place to stay, a new place to work, if you’d like. You can talk to Buck before you make that decision if you want.”

You never agreed to anything so fast. You were worried more than angry and afraid. Even though you put two and two together and remembered that he was the Winter Soldier. Steve had told you along the way as he was helping you with your baggage, further confirming your theory. You couldn’t help but understand the immense pain and trauma that he was facing for so long.

“You must be disgusted by me now.” You looked away from the quinjet’s window to look over at the wounded brunet next to you with wide eyes, shaking your head as you grabbed a moist towel to wipe off some of the blood that remained on his skin. “Scared? Yes… Doubtful? Yes… but to be repulsed by you? No.”

“If it made you scared, doubtful, all that… What made you wanna stay around?

That’s true… What made you stay?

“Maybe because I knew that it’s not the guy that I met at the market. I met Bucky Barnes that day.” You start off, upset because that was clearly not summing up the way your heart raced and leapt at his presence this whole time. It didn’t sum up the way you dreamt about that simple, gentle blue-eyed brunet man. You shakily inhaled and exhaled.

“Maybe because I feel… I feel something more than a friend should feel.”

He looks up at you, in shock and denial, shaking his head. “Y-You. You feel it too, huh?” You nod. He groaned and let out a tiny smile. “Why do I gotta fall in love with a gal like you. You can do better than me, YN.”

“I don’t want better, Buck. I want you. I want those late nights. I wanna comfort you. I wanna watch movies with you. I wanna have breakfast with you. I want all that. I don’t want that to stay in Romania. Don’t you see that?”

His dirtied flesh hand cups your cheek as if it’s like glass: careful and with care. His eyes were meeting yours, the end of his lips curling up in a little smile. “I’m telling you, Y/N. I… I think once you say yes to this, we’re basically asking you to leave that old life behind, ya know? I don’t wanna keep that from you-”

“That’s the point you’re not getting, Buck. I want this to work. I want to try. Especially since I now know we are on the same page.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small chuckle that left his once blood-stained lips. He admired that stubbornness of yours. He even saw Steve chuckle at this from the other side of the quinjet. Never did he ever think your cute stubbornness to things would be directed to staying with him.

“But this is something new-”

“Yes it is. It’s new to us both. I’m willing, Buck. I’ll learn. Maybe I can be somehow a helper of a sort, I don’t know how this Avengers thing works, but I’d wanna learn with you!”

And so you did. You didn’t waver even when they had made the decision to have him stay in Wakanda to recover. You kept to your word, staying alongside Natasha and Steve and training for self-defense. They found out that you worked in the medical field and you were happy that you were able to help when you could. That being said, you were so determined to help alongside Shuri with Bucky’s recovery. You always held a strong image that was quite the contrary to his current state.

Yet, deep down, he knew you didn’t do this to baby him, or because you pitied him. He knew it in his heart that you two did share a love for each other that was soft, unspoken, and steadfast. You both shared a stubborn desire to make this work no matter the unforeseen circumstances.

“Buck? I’m here! I brought dinner!” He heard you exclaim, his worries vanishing almost immediately as he got up from his bed, tucking the velvet box in his pocket before getting the blanket next to his bed and meeting your wonderful smile. “Hi, sweetheart,” He says, almost with relief as he instinctively exchanges a small kiss with you. “Hey, darling. Got the blanket I see! Here, I’ll lay it all out!”

There was a different air to this dinner. Something that made him feel like he was on Cloud 9. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was the fact that you brought cute accessories to match the aesthetic of the picnic blanket. Maybe it was because you cooked both of your favorite meals for tonight. Could it be because he was loving your excitement as you told him the new things that you had learned while you were apart? Could it be the fact that the sky had never been so beautiful as it set? Maybe it was because he was able to imagine this life with you. Maybe it’s because every time you two met up to catch up, he’d always imagine what it was like to be able to experience your radiant glow for decades to come. Maybe it’s because today he was much more appreciative of the growth of your relationship. It seemed right to pop out the question, but his thoughts stopped him. Maybe she’s waiting for the right moment to back out. Maybe he hasn’t done anything yet to make you go away. Maybe you’ll think that you were impulsive on your decision to be with him.

“Maybe she’ll say no… maybe it’s not the right time, Steve. What if she doesn’t want me at all?” He sighs, looking at the beautiful diamond ring that he had handpicked for you. “Oh, nonsense, Buck,” Steve replies as he looks at the goats in the pasture “I think if anything, she’d be over the moon about it. I have a feeling you’ll know when the time is right.”

“You think so?”

“Sure, I do. I see the way you two look at each other. Sounds like you both are always in your little world. It’s cute. Everyone can see it. You have a soft spot for her, and she has a soft spot for you. She even plans what to do when you both meet up.” Bucky’s eyebrows raise. “She really… does that?” A chuckle leaves Steve’s lips as he nods and fiddles with his fingers. “Of course. Trust me, I’ve waited too long to do something that you’re planning on doing. Know that you deserve this. The time is gonna come where you are dying to ask her. I know she’ll say yes.”

“You’re thinking about something, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” He asks, snapping out of his thoughts, making you smile and shake your head. “What’s on your mind sweetheart?” You question softly, subconsciously playing with his dark locks with your delicate fingers.

Boy, did Steve’s words ring so true at this moment.

He adored how the sunlight made your complexion look almost golden. Your hair was blowing softly in the wind, framing your beautifully shaped face. Your kind smile was knocking his lungs out. It was nicely paired with the beautiful body of water that was in front of you both. Once again, he felt like he was in paradise.

“You.” He whispers, smiling as he instinctively leans to your touch, watching you as you’re caught by surprise. “What about me?” you ask as your cheeks slowly heat up at his simple response. “Everythin’ about you sweetheart. From the time we met at the market, the quinjet, everything.” He says, tears welling up in his eyes as the amount of love that he’s received from you hits him full force. As if it was a wave, growing bigger and bigger as his memories of you both flash before his eyes. “I wanna keep feelin’ this way. No one does these things for me, no one is willing to stay for this long. Everyone fears me. Not you. You didn’t waver, Y/N. You stayed.” He whispers, voice cracking at the thought.

Tears managed to fall down your face, nuzzling your nose with his. “You gave me a sense of peace that I haven’t felt in decades, sweetheart.” He sniffs, allowing himself to feel you, allowing his feelings to take control. “You make me feel like I can be Bucky. Even if I’m figuring it out, I know you’re helping me a whole lot. Can’t believe I got a wonderful gal like you, Y/N.” You cried even harder, proud of how far you two have come, no ounce of regret towards your decision. “I’m glad you were stubborn to want to try, because I want to try for you too, Y/N. I wanna keep being this way with you, where we both find peace. Imagine that huh? One day, we can have a little house, with our children… whether it be actual kids, plants, animals, you name it.” He whispers into your lips, running his hands through your hair, loving the feel of you.

“Maybe we can get that cat you’ve mentioned wanting to have too,” you giggle softly and breathily with a smile as you scoot closer to him. “Yeah, maybe we can. We can have picnics, movie nights. Oh, doll. That’s the dream, isn’t it?” “Buck, you have no idea how much I think of that. When this is over, I’d love to do just that.” You whisper with confidence, tears continuing to fall as you both bask in that fantasy. “I love you, YN,”

“I love you too, Buck… so so much.”

“Then, will you marry me?”

Wait.

You looked up at him in shock, gasping at the realization of the fact that he proposed to you. You barely registered that his hand was no longer in your hair, but instead, on a velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring that shone brightly against the sunset. You cried even harder and nodded, heart racing fast. “Yes, Buck… yes. Yes!” You wail, watching as his hand carefully slipped the ring into your ring finger. His smile reciprocated yours, beaming as he cried tears of joy and relief as you tightly embraced him, peppering his face with kisses. You pulled back a bit, admiring the brunet once again, happy that he looked as peaceful as you felt, for now, you two were one step closer to achieving a paradise of your own.

“Let’s try, Buck. I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper before your lips lock with his, burying themselves once again in his hair. You two could feel each other’s happiness in the kiss through your smiles. You two have reached Cloud 9 once again.

“For you, sweetheart? I’m gonna give you my all.”

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httpknjoon · 4 years ago

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once again │myg; 1

plot│ How can an eight year relationship turned as a bitter past? Can such thing can be rekindled once again? After your friend invited you to come to your home country after a long time, you decided to visit for three weeks. In three weeks, many things can happen. Including meeting Min Yoongi once again.

genres│ angst, little fluff over there, exes!au

word count│3.4k

pairings │yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader (esp in this chapter)

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Are you nervous? Happy? Excited? Sad? Or angry?

You don’t know.

Wheels were rolling everywhere. Some people seem to be struggling and hurrying with their own kinds of stuff. While others are just sitting peacefully, knowing that they are still early for their flights. On the other side, you were sitting on a cold, metal, airport seating. Looking around, you were waiting for someone to arrive before you leave.

“Is everything okay? I mean, your stuff? You already have everything you should bring right?”

You panned your eyes to your side. Naeun, your best friend, is looking at you worriedly with her puffed eyes. You nodded with a tight-lipped smile and wandered your eyes around the place again. Naeun watched you at first. She knew you were waiting for someone. And she was also aware that you were nervous based on how your fingers fidget on your luggage’s handle. You kept on biting your lower lip unconsciously.

“Did you two talked already? Did he said he’s going?” Naeun asked.

“Yes and no.” You answered, already knowing who she was talking of. “Yes, we talked. I told him that we can work on our relationship as long as we have our phones or laptops. But, you know how Yoongi feels about goodbyes, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But, I am just hoping that maybe he will drop by to hug or kiss me for one last time.” You sighed deeply, looking down.

A month ago, you were over the moon after receiving an e-mail that you passed for a job as a column writer for a magazine. It was your dream job. Plus, you will be traveling to a new country, Canada. You were literally going to the other side of the world, a thousand miles away. The main reason why your boyfriend was literally against you, accepting this job, in the first place. You and Yoongi have been together for eight years but this will be the first time that you two will be far from each other.

“Good evening, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight YYZ 2308 to Toronto, Canada. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”

Only ten minutes left. You were still hoping for Yoongi to come. Squeezing your eyes close, you secretly prayed for him to maybe arrive somewhere here.

“I think you should go,” Naeun said.

“No, I still have a few minutes.” You tried to sound positive and waited over and over until...

“This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight YYZ 2308 to Toronto, Canada. Please proceed to gate 2 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately ten minutes. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight YYZ 2308. Thank you.”

“Okay.”

That was your final call. You and Naeun stood up from your seats. Naeun began crying once again as she hugs you before you board your flight.

“Take care there, Y/N. Don’t overwork yourself. Don’t skip meals, okay?” Your best friend told you, sounding like a parent to her child.

“Thank you so much, Naeun. I’ll try calling you when I arrive there. I will miss you and everyone. Tell them that I’ll miss them too.” You hugged her tightly.

The hug did not last long and you are now proceeding to Gate Two. The attendant greeted you after you handed your boarding pass and identification card.

“Wait, Y/N.”

Yoongi was the one who runs to you since you were already in the line. His chest was heaving as he hugged you.

“You came.” You were still in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m kinda late but I want to see you before you leave,” Yoongi whispered. “Take care of yourself while being there, okay? Do well with your job. Call me when you get there.”

That’s when you cried. Two weeks ago, you and Yoongi have been fighting since he cannot let you go there. But you explained your reasons and goals. Back then, Yoongi just agreed with a nod, not saying much and already admitting your win. Now, Yoongi is here, cheering you for your plans. You two hugged as tight as you can before leaning your foreheads together.

“I love you so much. Thank you so much, Yoongi.” You sobbed.

“I love you too,”

For the last time, both of you shared a short but sweet kiss. You smiled as you let go. The flight attendant smiled at you after handing you your identification card. You knew she already has seen a hundred of this same scene you and Yoongi made. You looked at Yoongi for the last time and you wave him a hand while showing you his gummy smile. It made you smile more, knowing that he supports you and you will be calling him once you landed in Canada.

The loud ringing of your phone woke you up. You shuffled on your bed, looking for that noisy device. Your face scrunched. It took you two more minutes to finally find it under some pillows. It was only 6:30 AM, you can't think of someone who will call you this early. But, your eyes immediately lit up as you read who was calling you early in the morning.

“Good morning!” You are already in good vibes as you greeted the caller.

“Good morning, love. Did I call you too early?” His voice is still raspy, indicating that maybe he just woke up too.

“No, it’s fine. I did not hear my alarm clock minutes ago.” You answered, now sitting on your bed.

“Nice! Let’s go to work together, okay? I’ll pick you up later. Let’s buy breakfast on the way.”

“Okay, okay. Love you.”

After the call ended, you immediately went straight to your bathroom. This is how your day began. It has been four years since you had your job as a column writer and you no longer work in Canada. Three years ago, you were offered to work in the magazine’s main office in New York City. And of course, you said yes. It was the total dream that came true for you. You haven’t visited Seoul ever since you left. You were busy and after things changed in between those years, you never had plans of coming back again. You and your best friend, Naeun, never lost in touch anyways. You two always talk through video calls with her little girl, Jina.

‘Will be there in five minutes.’

You read your boyfriend’s text just after you just blow dry your hair. Your makeup was already done and you started fixing your hair for a simple side braid. Minutes later, you were already leaving your apartment in your office clothes and classic black heels. Your eyes were quick to spot the familiar black car in front of your apartment building. One of its windows rolled down, revealing your boyfriend.

“Let’s go?”

You smiled before opening the door to the passenger seat. As soon as you got in, you gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

“So, where do you want to have breakfast?” He asked as he drove.

You went silent and started thinking, “Maybe we should drive-thru into that coffeehouse.”

“You said that you don’t drink coffee.”

“I don’t. But, I heard that they sell great pastries too, Tae.” You responded.

Taehyung did not say anything and turned the wheel to the coffeehouse. He was the one who ordered after you told him what you want. You almost squealed because of excitement when you smelled the delicious smell of freshly baked muffins that you got.

“Thank you, love.” You placed a kiss on his cheek before giving a bite of the chocolate chip muffin. “So good.”

Taehyung could not help but giggle at how cute you look. Tiny crumbs of the bread were left on the side of your lips.

“Hey, be careful about eating. You might re-do your make up after that."

"Then, I will re-do it later. It's just so good."

You grinned once again, not aware that there is some evidence of chocolate on your front teeth. Your boyfriend just laughed and continued driving. Not long after, you two arrived in your office building. You work in the same magazine. Taehyung’s job is a creative director, suited for his artistic mind.

“Was the chocolate gone? How do I look?” You asked him after cleaning yourself up.

“Lovely.” He smiled.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I remembered that I should not have asked you.”

“What? Why?”

“You will always say I look great even though I look shitty.”

You heard him chuckle, “You do look great anytime, love!”

The two of you strolled side by side inside your building. You met your other co-workers in the elevator. When the door opened to the fifteenth floor, the whole place is still quiet and empty. Each of you went to your own cubicle and desks. Since you have been working in this magazine for three years now, your working place was already personalized by you. Many neon-colored sticky notes were placed on the wall. A picture frame sat beside your computer desktop, showing an image of you and Taehyung.

After fixing your things, you began working on your last document. The topic that was given to you was quite hard for you though you experienced a few parts of it. You tried researching and interviewing other people about it, hoping that you will be able to make something from it. But, you found it hard. So, you just type whatever in your head. You thought of asking Claire, your editor in chief, to change your topic. But, on the other side, you also thought that maybe it can help you to explore more. You tried processing every information you got and type it all away. You got busy that you did not notice a phone notification from a particular person.

"Hey, Y/N."

You looked up from your computer screen. It was Jane, your co-worker, and friend.

"Me and Henry’s eating out for lunch. Do you and Taehyung want to join?” She invited you.

"Hmm? What time is it already?" You asked since you never really bothered watching your time while working.

"It's almost one in the afternoon."

“Oh, okay. I’ll join it.”

You stood up from your chair and secured your document to your computer. You picked up your phone and wallet from your bag.

“But, I will still ask Tae if he is joining.” You added.

Taehyung is in his shared office with the magazine’s design team. Since they have a glass wall, you already spotted your boyfriend all alone focused on his desktop. It looks like his other colleague already left for lunch. You knocked three times on the glass, making him look up to you. You mouthed ‘let’s have lunch’. Taehyung was quick to get your sentence and left his work.

“You seem so focused there, love.” You told him as you and Taehyung stay behind your two friends.

"Yeah, the team decided a new theme for this month's issue. I had to change many things with my latest work."

Taehyung kept on talking while you thought of checking your phone. And there, you finally noticed the message you received a couple of hours ago. It was from Naeun, asking you to give her a call in your free time. You and Naeun never lost communication in between those years and it’s not new that she messaged you like this. This time, you feel like Naeun has something to tell you. But after checking the time there in Seoul, you thought that maybe you should call her later.

Henry and Jane lead you to the newly opened restaurant, not too far in your building. You only ordered a chicken salad and tomato soup. While eating, they started talking about what they are currently working on. The four of you shared ideas and opinions to help one another until they asked you about yours.

“My topic is extremely hard for me right now.” You told them.

“Oh, that’s new. You always do good research with your subjects.” Henry responded.

“That’s right. Why? What is it all about?” Taehyung also asked.

You did not hesitate to answer since you expected that maybe they can share their own experiences too. But what Jane had told you took you back for a bit.

“Hey, I think that’s easy. I’m sure you got through a break up before. Hmm? You will get some pointers from that.”

It’s true that you already got through a breakup before. But, you are sure that you will not get anything from it. Your article topic was completely missing with the first and only break up you have encountered. The old memories from the past crashed inside your head again. Your heart began beating like crazy again as you

“Love?”

Suddenly, Taehyung held your unconsciously balled fist. You were clutching it too tight that your knuckles turned white. A hint of worry was found in his expression.

“Are you okay?”

You sighed before nodding slowly. Taehyung played with your fingers by pinching each one of it softly, a thing he always does to calm you down when stuff like this happens. The lunch did not take any longer. You and your friends went back to your jobs.

“Are you okay now?” Taehyung asked as you sat back to your swivel chair.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." You said sincerely.

You felt sorry that he still has to deal with you having an issue from your past. But Taehyung held your hand again and left a kiss on your forehead.

"You don't have to be sorry. I will always understand."

The day went on. You ended up writing nothing since you cannot focus. You tried anything to type something. Your article was left just like what it was before you had your lunch break. It felt like your head is going to burst while forcing it to focus on your article.

The whole ride back home with Taehyung was silent, only the radio produces a noise. You chose to stay in Taehyung's place for dinner. He said he will order some fast food meals. As soon as you got home and get changed with your boyfriend's clothes, Taehyung called for a food delivery while you contact Naeun. Maybe it will help you to think less.

"Finally! I thought you did not read my message." Naeun said on the other line.

"Well, sorry. I thought that maybe I should call you after you wake up there. Remember? Time difference?" You scoffed.

"Oh, okay. Sorry. Anyways, Y/N, can I ask you a favor?"

You can imagine Naeun acting cute with her puppy eyes just for her tone.

"Sure, just don't make it something illegal or what." you joked, making you both giggle.

"Can you please, please, pretty please come here in Seoul? Maybe just a visit?"

"What?" you almost whispered.

You did not expect that even though you know you should have. It was the first time Naeun begged you like this after you left and you understood her. It's been years.

"Come on, Y/N. Everyone here misses you! Especially the gang. Jina, Me, Seokjin, Namjoon, and... Yoongi." She was obviously unsure of the last one since the tone of her voice changed.

"Yeah?"

That was the only thing you can say. There is a part of you who wants to say yes because of course, you miss them too. But there is also the other half of you who is extremely anxious and just wants to decline Naeun's request. You are afraid to see Yoongi again after four years. And you hate how crumbled your mind is.

You heard Naeun let out a big air from the other line, "Listen, if this is about Yoongi, I swear. It's been years! I'm sure he will be happier to see you again than act something bad because you guys broke up. I'm sure that everything will be cool."

"Are you sure?" You were biting the insides of your cheeks. Still, you're glad that she's aware of you and Yoongi.

"Of course! We just want to see you again! You can bring your boyfriend if you want."

As if he heard it, Taehyung sat beside you on the couch. He is playing something on his phone. You looked at him as you talked again.

"Yeah?" You were still unsure. "I-I will think about it or check my schedule or something."

"Okay, Y/N. We just really miss having you here. Love you. Miss you so much!"

"Miss you too."

That's when you ended the call. Taehyung stopped with his game when you noticed you were done already with the call. He can see how troubled you are.

"Naeun and my friends want me to visit them there." You opened up.

"Oh, that's great. Right?" He smiled but you frowned even more.

"Yup, but I'm having thoughts again." You fiddle on the hem of his big shirt you're wearing.

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" Taehyung's voice was gentle.

You looked at him, thinking if he will be comfortable with this conversation you two are having.

"Are you sure?" you asked him and he smiles once again. "I mean, I know I should not be anxious about this. Especially now that I have you and we are together. But, my ex is there and I don't know what can happen."

Taehyung engulfed you with a warm hug. You rested your head on his chest while he repeatedly slides his hand with your hair.

"I know that you feel kind of awkward for telling me these kinds of stuff about your ex but remember that I am your best friend too. I am willing to hear anything and everything from you. I am happy that you are opening up to me like this and I think it would be a great idea to go visit them again."

"Really?" You asked, still snuggled under his neck.

"Yes. It was your home and they are your friends. I am sure you miss them so much too."

You removed yourself from and looked at him.

"And what about Yoongi? Are you okay with him? I mean, we are in one circle of friends. Will it be fine for you?"

Taehyung cupped both of your cheeks, "Love, I trust you. I understand that you two have been together for almost a decade but I trust you. I know that you will never do such a thing. Right?"

You can see how Taehyung is sincere with everything he said. He gave you a peck on your lips and hugged you again.

"Anyways, think about it. If you're uncomfortable with going back there. Then, it's fine. They will understand."

You hugged him back. The amount of comfort Taehyung gave you for today was amazing. Even though every trouble you had today was connected to your past.

Yoongi.

He is now a part of your past, right?

You thought. Reflecting on what Taehyung said. Maybe visiting your old place will be a great idea. Maybe it will result in something wonderful despite the past.

Maybe.

"Three weeks leave?"

Your editor in chief, Claire, looked up from you after reading your letter. You felt a little nervous though Claire was never strict. But, it was your first time requesting leave and you thought that maybe the days you requested were too long.

"Uhm, yes. But, I will still write and pass my articles and research through e-mail. I am just staying back home for weeks." You explained.

"Okay, I see." Claire nodded, looking back to your letter. "I think this was the first time you ask for a leave. Please, correct me if I'm wrong."

"Oh, yes. This is the first time."

"Okay. You can take your leave. Just send your works through e-mail and we'll be fine." She smiles friendly. "When will you be taking your leave?"

"Three days from now."

Three days later, you are now standing in the line for boarding with your luggage. You took a cab going to the airport. Taehyung cannot come with you since he still has to go to work but he lets you wear a hoodie of his to make you feel he is 'with you'. That's what he said. He asked you to update him with your departure and arrival. Even now, before you leave, you sent him a picture of you pouting. It willl be a fourteen-hour flight and you cannot text him between those hours.

Now, you sat on your seat inside the plane. There's an extremely tiny voice inside your body that says, "No, don't go back there. Past is past." But there was also the larger one who blocks it with "Go, Y/N. It's time to face the past again."

Your head was a little less messy than last week. And you hope that staying in Seoul for three weeks will only bring good memories. You hope that you'll finally find an answer to the article topic you still writing on.

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author’s note │i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of once again! this one may be full of taehyung and y/n moments but next following chapters will include more yoongi and their gang. let me know your thoughts!!

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#bts au #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts imagine #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #min yoongi #once again #httpknjoon #bts x reader #bts

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mooresomore · 4 years ago

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Season 5 Wishlist, Part 2

Alright, more Season 5 Wishlist items from me (I told you there’d be more, lol) 😆

-lots of Buck and Jee-Yun moments. Like “Uncle Buck” babysitting, seeing lots of videos that Maddie and/or Chimney send him, etc. (extra points if Eddie stares fondly at Buck, even though Eddie is a little jealous he missed these moments with Christopher. And somehow, Maddie sends Eddie a text once, and all of a sudden, he’s on the Buckley-Han group chat and getting so much Jee-Yun content).

-Eddie learning to cook. (I would love it if it was Bobby trying to teach him at the station.) (ooh, or Buck coming over and trying to teach Eddie breakfast foods for Christopher. And Buck eats every single piece of burnt food Eddie makes.)

-Buck and Bobby having lots of heart-to-heart conversations. I look at Bobby being the dad Buck never had, and I think they both have lots of things to work out.

-Parent-teacher conferences. This time, Buck gets asked to tag along, because Christopher is always mentioning how “his Buck” likes to help him with his homework.

-Lots of co-parent moments. Like Buck putting Christopher to bed, Buck coming over and spending lots of time with his boys, and having to be the bad cop when Christopher tries to get him to do something Eddie said no to.

-Eddie recovery arc (I know we probably won’t get it, but I would love to see him doing the physical (and emotional) therapy, struggling to do things one handed-and calling Buck for help, etc)

-Albert and Buck vying for the title of “Best Uncle Ever”. Cue lots of present-buying competitions, offers of babysitting, and just everything related to that.

-Eddie and Buck watching Jee-Yun for the day. Cue all the cuteness. (And bonus for them taking her and Christopher to somewhere and someone saying “you have a cute family”)

-Abuela inviting Buck over and refusing to take no for an answer, and her teaching him how to cook Eddie’s favorite foods.

-Athena in therapy/facing her attacker in court.

-Bobby letting Athena in regarding his A.A. Meetings. He works on communicating with her better

-karaoke night. (Of course we have Maddie and Chimney. This time though, Buck hops up and does it too. Cue Buck trying to get Eddie to do it too; Eddie is very reluctant, but after everyone convinces him, he does, and wow, the guy can sing).

-Bar-be-airs/family time for the 118 and their families. Give me all the cute content.

-Buck and Eddie holding hands and getting caught by the team. (And Hen wins the bet on how long it took them to get together.)

And how could I forget about the crossover episode with Lone Star? Here’s a couple thoughts on that:

-the 136 comes to the 118. TK shows Buck a picture of Carlos (and teases Buck about the conversation from the fire in Texas); Buck mods. TK figures out Buck is pining for Eddie (and Eddie is pining just as bad for Buck), and tries to steer them in the right direction.

-Owen and Bobby talk about captaining their teams (bonus: bonding over their reckless sons, even though Buck isn’t Bobby’s biological son).

-Marjan finally gets to meet Christopher and falls in love with the boy. She realizes Eddie has gone above and beyond to help the boy (and Buck definitely helps a lot).

-Marjan sneaks a picture of Buck and Eddie doing a crazy rescue (and the scheming for the rescue, where their heads are pressed together, and they are pointing at something on the map together) and posts it on her Instagram, and it blows up.

Ok, I think that’s all now. :)

#season 5 wishlist #part 2 #I had a lot more thoughts LOL #I can't believe I forgot the crossover in my first post #Buddie #My brain is working in overdrive now

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talpup · 4 years ago

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. ��Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 89

“Why do I have to go?” Yami questioned yet again.

“Cause your the one that found the girl and you haven’t seen her since Bran’s family took her in.” Venice said as they flew.

“You say that like it answers my question.” Yami said.

Aggravated herself, Teris didn’t have the patience to deal with Yami’s foul mood. Flying beside him, she said. “How about cause Jax said you had to go.”

At Yami’s deepening frown, Tobin offered. “How about this? It’s a reason to slack off and drink.”

“I can do that at home.” Yami said.

“You people are going about this all wrong.” Olsen said. He looked over at Yami. “Even if the Captain wasn’t making you go. You’d be going anyway. Why? Because your lovely lady is going.”

Yami glared at the Water Mage but said nothing.

“See?” Olsen smiled at the others. “Easy.”

Yami resisted the urge to knock Olsen off his broom. Instead, he found something else to complain about. “Why is the Lion Cub coming?”

“Because Vanessa invited him.” Teris’ tempered tone put an end to that complaint.

“And your letter of Vanessa’s invitation said that Zora would be there too.” Fuegoleon added, interested in seeing how both Vanessa and Zora were fairing.

Teris scowled at her cousin, none too please by his presence either. She flew closer beside Yami. “Why are you in such a mood?”

“Just hate flying. That’s about all Bronn was good for.” Yami grumbled, not sure why he was so irritable.

“Can you please refrain from comments like that? Gilly will be there.” Teris said.

Yami huffed. “It’s not like Gilly didn’t know Bronn was an ass.”

“Yami.” Teris scolded.

Yami looked at her expectantly.

Teris’ expression harden. What was with him today? Finally she said. “If you don’t have something nice to say, just don’t speak at all.”

The Black Bulls shared various expressions of amusement. Even Fuegoleon raised a wry eyebrow.

Tobin outright laughed. “He’ll never talk again.”

Ignoring Tobin, Teris told Yami. “Just in Bronn’s case. Just for today. For Gilly and Jax. Please.”

Olsen opened his mouth to tell Teris she’d get better results asking Yami to behave for her; but Yami silenced him.

“Shut up, Water Fairy.” Yami looked back at Teris. His angry expression softening slightly. “I’ll try.”

“Thank you.” Teris breathed. Yami trying was the best she could hope for given his terrible mood.

Teris wondered what had put Yami in such a bad mood. Whatever it was had to have happened upstairs in the guys wing; because Yami had been sour since the moment he sat down for breakfast. Jax bailing out on coming to Vanessa’s birthday party while telling Yami he had to go, certainly hadn’t helped. Neither had Fuegoleon’s appearance. Though admittedly Fuegoleon’s attendance hadn’t helped her mood either.

Yami flew closer to Teris. “What’s with you?”

Teris turned to him and scoffed. “Me?”

“You’ve been quiet and testy all day.” Yami said.

Teris blinked, unable to believe Yami’s nerve at calling her testy when he’d been nothing short of an angry bear all day. He had literally growled at Tobin for accidentally elbowing him at the breakfast table before they left for Bran’s family home before sunrise this morning.

“Well? You gonna tell me what’s up?” Yami asked, impatient with her silence.

Teris ground her teeth. “Only if you tell me why you’ve been such an ass.”

“Language, Teris.” Fuegoleon rebuked.

“Screw you.” Teris snapped.

Fuegoleon opened his mouth to scold again but was stopped by Tobin.

“I’d leave it, Lion Cub. Teris has been in a mood since morning.” Tobin said.

Venice frowned at her boyfriend. “As if Yami’s been any better.”

“They’ve both been angry ass’.” Abril said.

“Excuse you.” Fuegoleon turned to Abril in clear disapproval. He and Teris may not have made up since their fight before the Star Awards over a month ago. But they were still family and nobody bad mouthed his family.

“Irritable.” Olsen said, soothing the offense. “They’ve both been irritable.”

“We can hear you, you know.” Teris said.

“So then tell us. What’s the matter with you two? You have a fight or something?” Tobin asked.

“Don’t be stupid.” Yami snapped.

They flew in silence after that.

Teris thought of Zora. Bran’s parents had been kind enough to let her invite him. And Zora’s Aunt had said Zora could go. It would be her first time seeing Zora since she learned the truth of Zara’s murder. She hoped Zora wouldn’t ask about Magic Investigations supposed findings and conclusion. Teris didn’t want to perpetuate the falsehood. Nor did she think she could look Zora in the eye and repeat such a lie. But the truth was so terrible Teris didn’t think she could tell Zora that either. She had been tempted not to invite Zora at all just to avoid the chance of such questions. But she needed to see him. Friend bond bracelet or not, she had promised to be Zora’s friend. Zara had been her friend. She owed it to Zara to make sure his son was doing alright.

“We’re here!” Bran sped on ahead with Abril right behind him.

Gendry’s already brooding expression darkened.

Teris tilted her head in Gendry’s direction and asked Yami. “What’s the matter with him?”

Yami glanced at Gendry and shrugged. “How should I know?”

“Cause he’s one of your closest friends.” Teris said.

Yami looked her over. “You’re my closest friend.”

Teris ducked her head trying to hide her blush; but her hair had been tied back for the flight. “Fine. Cause he’s one of your close friends.”

“Don’t pay much attention to my close friends. Just my closest friend.” Yami toyed.

Teris shook her head. “You’re impossible, Sukehiro.”

“And you’re beautiful.” Yami told, loving how her blush deepened and spread to her neck and ears.

Landing their brooms, Yami was once again struck at how child-like Bran could still be. The guy was just a couple months out from turning seventeen. Yet the excitable way Bran pulled his mother along to meet them reminded Yami of the way Julius got when he saw new magic.

“Mum. This is Yami” Bran introduced.

There was a moment of silence.

Yami’s eyes darted to Teris; the rest of the Black Bulls waiting for Bran to go on.

Attempting to cover for her son, Melody Host smiled at Yami. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Is this some met the parents dinner date we didn’t know about? Yami, I thought you were with Teris not Bran.” Tobin joked.

Yami elbowed Tobin in the gut, and rubbed the back of his neck. He had known Bran idolized him; but hadn’t realized it was this bad. The way Bran introduced him and his mother said it was nice to finally meet him made it seem as if Bran wrote home about him. Oh mana please, he hoped Bran didn’t write home about him.

“And this is Teris, Julius Nova’s sister.” Bran belatedly went on, embarrassed blush in his cheeks.

“She’s also co-Vice Captain and the woman I’m gonna marry.” Yami added.

Tobin, Venice, Abril, and Olsen cheered in various levels. Fuegoleon frowned.

Teris turned beet red. Yami might’ve confessed that he wanted to marry her a year ago, but they hadn’t talked about it since; a fact she was thankful for. She didn’t want to pull Yami into the mess of her refusing to wed Nozel, and still thought she could avoid doing so. Finding her voice, she told. “And a person in my own right.”

“That too.” Yami grinned, loving her red cheeks and sputtering response. Tearing his eyes away from Teris, he turned back to Bran’s mother. “Nice to meet you Bran’s Mom.”

“Melody. Please.” Melody said.

“Yeah. I’m not gonna remember that.” Yami said.

“Yami.” Teris scolded.

“What? I’m just being honest. You’ve heard him tell how big his family is.” Yami said.

“Yami’s right. There’s no way I’m going to remember all those names.” Tobin agreed.

Teris turned back to Melody. “Thank you for taking Vanessa in. We’re sorry our Captain couldn’t make it.”

“Vanessa’s been… interesting.” Melody said. She looked the rest of the Black Bulls over. “Forgive me. But I’m with Yami and this other young man. There’s little chance I’ll remember all of your names with a single introduction, so why don’t you just make yourselves at home until it’s supper time.”

Teris’ eyes widened. “Oh. We can’t do that.” She glanced at Yami and Tobin in particular. “It’s best we think of ourselves as guests.”

Melody patted Teris’ hand. “This farm has survived my children, and my husbands siblings before that. There isn’t a wall in that farmhouse or any of the outbuildings that hasn’t been rebuilt because of a little roughhousing. So don’t you worry about your people breaking things.”

“Where’s Papa?” Bran asked.

“Where’s Ricte?” Abril questioned.

“Where’s Vanessa?” Yami wondered.

Venice looked at Abril. “Who’s Ricte?”

Melody eyed Bran. “Have you forgotten what a proper workday looks like? Your father's out in the fields. He’ll be in at the usually dinner time come sundown.”

It struck Teris that they might've disturbed the Host family's regular schedule since the dinner they’d been invited to for Vanessa would start in a couple hours, well before sundown.

Answering Venice, Abril told. “He’s Bran’s friend. I met him when we came to drop off Vanessa. We’ve been writing each other ever since.”

“Writing to each other.” Venice echoed, casting a glance toward Gendry.

Well that explained Gendry's ill-humor, Teris thought.

“It’s not like that!” Abril asserted. She looked at Gendry, growling when he avoided her gaze.

Looking at Yami, Melody answered. “Vanessa is--”

“Yami!”

“--right there.” Melody finished.

89.2

It was late afternoon and the Black Bulls base was quiet for once. Jax sat in his favored chair in the great room trying to read. It was actually too quiet. All of the Bulls except he and Iban had gone to Bran’s parents. The flight there long enough that they would be staying the night and wouldn’t return until just before supper time tomorrow.

Jax had stayed because he wasn’t ready to see Gilly again. But in the houses silence, his thoughts were too loud to ignore. Had he been wrong to stay home? Surely Bronn would've wanted him to go check in on Gilly. Make sure what she said in her letters about doing alright was true. But Jax didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to see her and be reminded of the happiness he had taken from her.

Book forgotten, Jax sat talking himself sick with the same argument he’d been having with himself for three days straight. Finally he got to his feet. It was pointless to think about it anymore. He had made his choice. The others would soon arrive at Bran’s parents, if they weren’t there already.

Leaving the book on the chair, Jax made his way down to Iban’s lab.

Though the lab shared a wall and blocked door to the kitchens, the place was cold and dark even in the middle of summer. He ducked beneath rows of herbs hung to dry and came face to face with the golden eyed Blood Mage.

“Captain. What an unexpected surprise.”

“Tell me exactly how you and Yami are getting along.” Jax ordered.

Work, Jax thought. If he focused on his job as Captain he wouldn’t have to deal with haunting memories, or shame-filled regret.

“He hasn’t cut off anymore of my fingers.” Iban offered.

A wry smile tugged at Jax’s lips. “Always a good thing. Other than not cutting off parts of your anatomy, how are things between the two of you?”

“Out of self preservation and respect for the force that is strengthening within him, I do my best to stay out of co-Vice Captain Yami’s way. That, along with following his decree to stay away from co-Vice Captain Teris has seen us exist amicably enough.”

A cold prickle shot up Jax’s spine. “You said the force that’s strengthening inside him.”

Iban inclined his head.

“That sounds like terminology the Agents of Chaos would use.”

Iban’s eyes glittered darkly in the low light. “Trust me, Captain. The Agents of Chaos currently interested in Yami and Teris are far from the first to speak in such ways.”

Jax stood stock still, dazed for a moment. The barest vibration rumbled underneath the men's boots. The Black Bulls Captain ran a hand roughly over his face, struggling to get his mana under control.

Never once had Iban spoke of knowing the beliefs the Agents of Chaos held about Yami and Teris. Never once had he mentioned anything about the supposed Light and Darkness that was in them. Not even when he had questioned Iban after the Summer Solstice; asking if he had ever heard or knew the meaning of a seventh son of a seventh son of a seventh son.

Then again that wasn’t how Iban Halvor worked. The Blood Mage didn’t volunteer information. Even when questioned directly, Iban often spoke in riddles.

This was his fault, Jax thought. He should've asked. It didn’t matter that he had no reason to question Iban. He was Captain. He should have known.

Gathering himself enough to speak, Jax asked. “What do you know of it?”

“Only what my Grandmother told me.” Iban said.

Jax’s eyes lifted. “What did she tell you?”

“A lot of things--”

Jax grabbed Iban’s shirt collar, pushing him back against the opposite worktable. Disturbed clay jars and glass vials rolled along the tables surface. A couple fell to the floor, breaking.

“Don’t toy with me! I’ll don’t care what memory mage I have to use. I’ll know everything you do even if it leaves you drooling and catatonic.” Jax said.

“Just make sure you don’t call upon Advisor Ellara Shaw.” Iban said, hands lifted in yielding submission.

Jax’s eyes widened. Then widened again when he realized he had physically attacked a member of his squad. He released Iban’s shirt and stepped back. He didn’t apologize. Though he did scold himself for the outburst.

Iban straightened. He didn’t bother smoothing his hair or clothes. Instead he turned to the tipped over jars and vials, tisking at the mess.

Righting some of the more costly and difficult to make brews, Iban stated. “You have questions, Captain.”

“Damn right I do!”

Iban turned back to him. “All you need to do is ask. I’ll gladly tell you whatever you wish to know.”

“No.” Jax scowled. “We’re not playing your games. Not in this. People have died.”

“Ah, yes. Bronn. It’s a shame the Vice Captain died for nothing.”

The house trembled around them. Jax swallowed thickly, battling his own will. A part of him didn’t want to get control of his mana.

The exterior stone wall of the partially subterranean room opened up to the outside. The stones reshaped to form into a stairway leading up to the back lawn. It would be safer for the both of them if they continued this outside.

“Climb.” Jax ordered.

Outside, Jax faced Iban and demanded. “Tell me everything.”

“There’s not much I can tell.”

“I highly doubt that. Now talk.”

Taking a deep breath, Iban told the Captain the same thing he had told Yami about his family’s past.

“Your third great grandfather was the Leader of those crazies!” Jax stormed when Iban was finished.

“They were hardly the radicals you are currently dealing with who are foolish enough to believe ending this existence will bring about the next.” Iban said.

Jax thought back to the information Sir Jorah and Marx had said the Clover Kingdom had on the Agents of Chaos. That over a hundred years ago there was a change in the group that saw the Agents of Chaos going dark. That it led many to think the group had disbanded or been taken out by a rival faction; leaving the group to eventually be forgotten about entirely, until now.

He shook his head, the Agents of Chaos’ past didn’t matter. What mattered was Iban could tell them Alowishus’ plans.

“If you think I can help you, Captain, I am sorry to say you are sorely mistaken.”

“Your family was a part of them. Your grandmother’s grandfather the Master of the group. You know about force strengthening inside Yami.”

Iban rolled his head, sighing. “I know-- how is it those of this kingdom phrase it?”

Jax didn’t say that Iban and his parents were of this kingdom. He knew Iban and his family kept to themselves and refused to assimilate. It’s why Iban still had a Spade Kingdom accent despite him and his parents being born and raised in the Clover Kingdom.

“I know enough to get myself in trouble.” Iban said, recalling the phrase.

“In trouble with who?” Jax asked.

“The truth is, Captain. I do not know what Alowishus Spade’s plan is passed that of using Vice Captain's Yami and Teris to awaken Chaos.”

“Isn’t that enough.” Jax growled.

“Not if you are wanting details. My Grandmother was young when they were cast out of Sanctuary. And though she did her best to teach me the family’s ways, the Agents of Chaos my Grandmother came from is quite different from the Agents of Chaos you are facing. My grandmother’s grandfather was the third sequential Master of Chaos who didn’t agree with a long ago and previous Master who sought to awaken Chaos. As such he was the third Master to steer the group away from such apocalyptic aims.”

“So what? The Agents of Chaos your ancestor led wanted to save the world from hell and create a utopia?” Jax scoffed, in disbelief.

“Utopia could still be hell depending on whose utopia is brought about.” Iban said. Watching the Captain, he told. “The order of the Agents of Chaos is old. Ancient. And every subsequent Master since the Master of Master's has sought to mold the group into their own interpretation of what the Master of Master's taught.”

“And what is that?”

“That Chaos is the beginning and the end. And it is only a matter of Time before Death’s rise and Chaos descends.”

Jax tamped down a shiver. Silly as it was, he wondered if that was capital ‘t’ time; as if time was some primordial force. Though no one had ever mentioned time was a primordial force, nor had any group of crazies even shown an interest in Julius; Jax opened his mouth to ask.

Before he could pose the questioned, Iban spoke first.

Looking about the yard, Iban sighed. “I can tell you what my grandmother’s grandfather believed, but it has no significance on what interests you. More then that, I literally cannot tell you what little I know of previous Master’s of Chaos or what I suppose Alowishus Spade might be planning. I cannot even speak my Grandmother’s name or her grandfather’s name.”

Jax’s eyebrows pulled together, his question forgotten for another. “Why?”

“Remember what I said about knowing enough to get myself in trouble?”

Jax’s breath caught, realization dawning. “Alowishus came to you. Threatened, or did something to you.”

“Yes. He came and offered a deal I could not refuse. A binding vow that took the words from me so I cannot speak or write them. And if I were to try despite not being able to, my family whom he so graciously allows to live, would die.”

“We can find a way around it. To stop or undo it.” Jax said.

“There is no way, Captain. It was binding vow made in blood. For the sake of my family, I went into it willingly.”

“If your family was threatened you were hardly willing.” Jax argued.

Iban smiled at the Captain's innocence. “Do you truly think black magic vows stop to consider such inconsequential things as morals or coercion? No, Captain. For the sake of my family, I will be of no help to you. Though take heart, whatever help I could have provided would not have been of any significance anyway. Truly, I know no details of his plans. That said, there is something that might be of assistance.”

89.3

Though Melody Host had been against it, saying no guest of hers would be put to work, Yami had gone out with Bran to help repair a downed fence. Fuegoleon, Tobin, and Gendry had offered to assist, Olsen’s offer notably absent; but Yami had waved them off. He had been meaning to speak to Bran, and with Bran at ease on the farm he grew up on, Yami figured now was the perfect time.

Walking through the field back to the farmhouse, Bran glanced over at Yami. “Thanks for helping. My brother-in-laws would usually see to the repair before my father had a chance to ask for help. But it’s a busy time of year for all of them.”

Uncomfortable at the gratitude, Yami replied. “You’re their eldest son and I’m your Vice Captain.” As if that alone was enough to explained why Bran should see to the matter and why he had helped him.

“Still. It means a lot.” Bran persisted.

“Stop.”

Bran stopped walking.

“No.” Yami snapped. “Stop thanking me. Stop venerating me. I’m no one to look up to.”

Bran’s expression fell. “I just want to be your friend.”

“I have three friends too many already.” Yami huffed, thinking of Tobin, Gendry, and Jack.

“You can never have too many friends.” Bran said.

Yami’s eyes narrowed. “Since when did you start challenging me?”

Bran’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean to! I—I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. If you wanna be my friend you gotta have a backbone. Know when to stand up to me.”

“But you just said you had too many--”

“And when not to talk back.” Yami added over him.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve got a job for you.”

Bran’s head lifted, eyes full of hopeful excitement.

Looking over the twilight field, Yami went on. “It’s off books. Personal. So you don’t have to take it.”

“I’ll take it!”

“Hold your horses. You don’t even know what it is.”

“If it’s for you its got to be important.”

“Have you met me?” Yami laughed. “If it’s for me. Chances are it’s to fetch me another ale.”

“Is it to fetch you an ale?”

Yami couldn’t tell if Bran was being sarcastic or honestly asking and willing to get him one. After skipping out on the Host’s early family dinner to fix that fence, he could sure use a drink. He shook away the tempting thought. “It could land you in trouble. Possibly in danger if you’re caught.”

Bran sobered at that.

“Still want to say yes without knowing what it is?” Yami questioned.

“If it’s for you. I’ll do it.” Bran told, firmly.

Irritated, Yami darkened. “What did I just tell you about venerating me?”

“This has nothing to do with looking up to you.” Bran argued. “I trust you. And not just cause you’re my Vice Captain. If you’re asking me to do something dangerous that might get me in trouble there has to be a reason. It must be important.”

Yami sighed. Bran was right in that. If it weren’t important, he wouldn’t be asking. He didn’t like asking others for help. Didn’t like putting people in dangerous, potentially deadly situations. He realized that that was what being a Magic Knights Captain pretty much was. Sending your squad out on missions they might never return from. Bronn didn’t come back and the bastard had been Jax’s best friend.

“Loyal idiot.” Yami muttered, about both Bran and Bronn. Looking at Bran, he grumbled. “Fine.”

“Why are you acting like this is a favor for me?”

“Who said anything about favors?”

“Well, if it’s personal and off the books…” Bran said with a shrug.

“Shut up. This isn’t a favor. If you do this, I owe you nothing.” Yami said.

“I wasn’t asking for anything. I only said--”

“I told you to shut up.”

Bran clamped his mouth shut.

“I need you to keep an eye on Olsen and Iban.”

Bran’s eyes widened. “Why? What are they--”

Yami scowled.

Bran fell silent.

“You can spy, right? Watch and listen in on stuff with your magic while controlling mice and bugs and stuff?”

“Bees are best for listening. They’re really sensitive to vibrations and I can somehow interpret it when people speak. I’ve tried listening with smaller mammals. But their higher brain function and awareness makes it hard. I can’t listen in through them for long and it takes a lot of mana.”

Yami frowned. So maybe this wouldn’t be as perfect and easy as he had hoped.

“Why do you want me to listen in on Olsen and Iban?” Bran asked.

“I need you to tell me if and when they meet with Advisor Ellara.”

“Advisor Ellara!” Bran balked.

“And if either of them say anything about the Agents of Chaos or Teris and I.” Yami went on.

“To Advisor Ellara?” Bran asked.

“In general.”

“Do you think--”

“I can’t tell you more than that.” Yami interrupted.

Yami’s jaw tightened, hands curling into fists. He remembered how secrets had been keep from him and Teris. He told himself that this was different. That none of this was about Bran. That none of this concerned him. But if Bran agreed to do this, then if would concern him.

“Sorry.” Yami apologized, hating how he felt like a total hypocrite.

“Don’t be. I know there’s a lot of stuff surrounding you and Teris that can’t be talked about. I’m just sorry that it sounds like Iban and Olsen might be suspect. Especially Olsen.”

“Yeah. Iban’s a creepy bastard. There’s not a bad thing I wouldn’t suspect him of.” Yami muttered.

“Is it true he used his magic on you and Teris during your first year? That you’re the reason he’s missing some of his fingers?” Bran asked.

“He hurt Teris.” Yami said, by way of explaining why he had done such a thing.

Bran nodded in understanding. “You really love her.”

Yami open his mouth to say he loved Teris more than life itself. That he would do anything for her. But he caught and stopped himself. Easy to talk to brat, Yami thought scowling at Bran. “So will you do it?”

“I already said I would.” Bran told.

“That was before you knew what I was asking.”

“You’re my Vice Captain. Personal or not. I’ll do what you ask.”

“Loyal idiot.” Yami said again, hoping he wouldn’t get Bran killed.

“I take it no one can know.”

“No one.” Yami said.

“Even Teris?”

Yami thought of Teris’ insatiable curiosity. Of what she might do if she learned about Iban’s past family connection to the Agents of Chaos. Of what she might think of him if she learned that he had considered whatever black magic thing Iban said would allow him to remember the communicative dreams with the page of Chaos.

Looking at Bran, Yami told. “Especially not Teris.”

89.3.2

Teris sat next to Zora under a tree. With most of Bran’s family having returned to their homes an hour or so after supper, things had finally settled down enough for the two to have a quiet moment.

“Have you been able to talk to Fuegoleon at all?” She asked.

“A bit.” Zora muttered.

Teris looked across the open field. Fireflies blinking in and out of the darkening twilight. She wasn’t a mother figure. She hadn’t the faintest idea what to say. Still, the silence wasn’t as uncomfortable as one would have thought.

Finally, Zora mumbled. “They said they couldn’t find my father’s killers.”

Teris frowned. Getting justice for Zara was an added reason why she had to make Magic Knights Commander. Swallowing her anger and guilt, she told. “It may not be how either of us would’ve liked. But I promise. I’ll see him avenged.”

“Not if I get to them first.” Zora gritted, fists clenching.

Teris turned him. “And how would you go about that?”

“By killing the men who killed him.” Zora said.

Teris blinked, breath catching in surprised dread. “If the report said--”

“I don’t need no report.” Zora seethed. “I just need to see them again. I’ll know them when I see them.”

Hope welled in Teris’ chest. “You saw them? When? That night? Zora. If you know something--”

“You think they’ll believe me? A peasant?” Zora spat, thinking of the laughing nobles he had seen and heard at his father's grave sight. “They’ll just call me a liar and cover up the truth.” His eyes lowered, the toe of his boot kicking at a tuft of grass. “The life of a peasant, even one who’s a Magic Knight, means nothing compared to a nobles.”

Teris reached out, hand hovering over his shoulder a moment before she pulled back. “Zora...”

“I’m not asking anything of you!” Zora yelled, fists trembling. He took a shaky breath and looked away. “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.”

“We all need someone, Zora. I promised to be your friend. Remember?”

“You want to be my friend? Then train me.”

“Train you? Train you in what?”

Zora glared out over the field. “You’re a Magic Knight. You have to work by the law. Abide by what they say. I don’t.”

“Zora!”

“I don’t need you! I certainly don’t need your approval! I just need you to train me.” Zora said, fiercely.

Zora’s outburst took her back to the first time Julius had returned home after their mother’s death. She had yet to go live with the Vermillion’s. And though Fyntch rarely came out of their father's office, he had made her life miserable in the orders and expectations he had for her. She had shouted something similar at her eldest brother. Telling Julius that she didn’t want him home. That they didn’t need him. And then begged him to stay.

The contradiction didn’t strike her then, just as it probably didn’t strike Zora. Zora’s words made her realize just how heart wrenching her own words to Julius had been. Cause even though she knew Zora didn’t mean what he said about not needing her; it showed just how much he was hurting.

“When I turn fifteen and get my grimoire, I’ll begin my search. Till then I’ll bide my time working on my technique and strengthening my natural magic.”

Teris released a breath. If Zora meant what he said, that at least gave her a few years before she had to worry about him striking out to get revenge. The plan was honestly fairly mindful. Most would have simply acted already and gotten themselves arrested or killed.

“You’re right. Because I’m a Magic Knight there’s little I can do. But if ever I become Knights Commander--” Teris shook her head. Telling Zora her own plans would only get his hopes up and possibly endanger him.

“I don’t blame you.” Zora told.

Teris’ shoulders eased some at that. “I see you still wear the friend bond bracelet I gave you.”

Blue eyes darted to her wrist. It was the first thing Zora had noticed upon seeing her again. That she still wore the thread bracelet he made and given her. “If you’re really my friend, you’d help train me.”

Thinking aloud, Teris murmured. “It’s not like I can lock you away or stop you from doing what you think you must.”

Zora looked at her with expectant, hope filled eyes.

Teris stared back, expression stern. “I need you to promise me, Zora Ideale. Promise that you’ll wait to do anything. At least until you get your grimoire. Even if you see one of them before that. You wait.”

“And what do you promise in return?” Zora asked.

Teris blinked at his boldness. Then again, if her father had been murdered...

Zora took her moment of silence as hesitance and pressed. “Train me. It doesn’t have to be often. So long as we meet up at least twice, preferably four times a year. You can evaluate me and give me tips and pointers. Agree to that and I’ll agree to wait until I get my grimoire no matter what.”

“Zora. Proper training takes more than two to four meet ups a year.”

“Fine. Then don’t call it training. Call it instruction. Direction. Whatever you like. Start giving me homework in the letters you write. I promise I’ll start writing back. Tell me what I’m doing wrong and how to fix it. What I have to do to get better. Give me goals to reach. Books to read. Give me battle scenario’s that I have to figure out so I learn how to think about and look at stuff. Please, Teris. I swear I’ll be the best student you ever had.”

“Even if this were to work. Which it won’t. This isn’t right. Your father wouldn’t want this. Me training you to get revenge...”

“It’s better than me trying to learn on my own. Getting my grimoire and going after them.” Zora argued. “I’d likely die at the hands of the first person I faced. You think my father would want you to leave me to that fate?”

Teris looked away. She knew Zara would want what was best for his son. But she could talk herself dizzy trying to figure out what Zara would've considered best for Zora in this situation. If she did as Zora asked, he’d likely get himself killed or imprisoned. But if she didn’t help him, he’d definitely get himself killed or imprisoned. Rubbing her forehead she wondered what Julius would do. No. In this circumstance, that wasn’t the right question. What would Commander Greywright or Jax do?

“Alright.” Teris said, at length. “But you have to keep your word. No seeking these people out. No doing anything against them. Even if they cross your path. Not until you’re fifteen and have your grimoire.”

Zora held out his hand. “Deal.”

Teris looked at the friend bond bracelet hanging on the wrist of his outstretched hand. Squinting a grimacing eye shut, she silently apologized to Zara and shook Zora’s hand.

89.4

Julius exited his office, grateful to call it an early day. “Commander?” His heart dropped at Greywright’s brooding expression. “What’s going on?”

Greywright pushed passed Julius to enter the Azure Deers Captain's office, sitting heavily before the desk.

Julius and Jon shared a look. The Captain turned and stepped back into his office, while Jon sighed and returned to his desk outside his Captain's office, keeping watch.

“Can I get you anything, sir?” Julius offered, closing the door.

“Answers.”

“Sir?” Julius moved around the desk.

“What are you and Jax up to? I clearly remember stating I wanted to know any and everything the two of you learned, dealt with, or planned regarding the Agents of Chaos or this mess with Ellara.”

Julius stared at the Knights Commander in confusion as he sank into the chair behind his desk.

“Jax took off.” Greywright told.

“Well there was that party for the young Witch Yami found--”

“I know about that.” Greywright snapped, temper made short in his concern. “Who do you think approved his ask to give all but one member of his squad two days off so they could go to that thing.”

“Jax was debating about going himself. Gilly was going to be there. Maybe he decided to go last minute?” Julius continued after the Commander's interruption.

Greywright frowned, realizing Julius knew nothing of Jax’s plans. Though relieved that the two Captain's hadn’t disobeyed and kept anything from him; he was also further distressed.

“No.” The Knights Commander pulled Jax’s hastily penned letter from his cloak. “I returned to my office a couple hours ago to find this. Lucky for Jax, he was already long gone.” He handed Julius the letter.

Julius opened the missive and read: Learned of something that might help. Going to fetch it. Be back in a few days.

“Learned of what?” Julius asked, brows furrowed.

“That’s what I was hoping you’d tell me.”

“I don’t know.”

“I figured out that much, Julius, thank you.”

Julius read the three short sentences over again. “He doesn’t even give a date for his return. Just saying he’ll be back in a few days.”

“I’m aware.” Greywright said, tapping down his worry. After losing Bronn to this mess, Jax going off on his own, without giving date of his expected return…

Julius dropped the letter on his desk and simmered. “He’s going to get an earful when he gets back. Going off on his own without saying where he’s going, for what, or when he’ll be back… He knows better. With everything’s that’s happened and dangers still out there--” He stopped, not wanting to voice his fears as if doing so would bring them to fruition. “This isn’t what friend's do.”

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Eager to get back to Teris, Yami closed and latched the gate. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s go back.”

Dark eyes glinting in the moonlight, Ellara told. “You’re not going anywhere, Vice Captain.”

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simmonsofshield · 5 years ago

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Broken, Mended Chapter 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppelganger?

Words: 1650+

Warnings: Lies, mentions of death

A/N: This is for @ussgallifreyfics 550 follower writing challenge! Takes place during Civil War.

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A couple of weeks pass and Y/N is loving her time with Rosemary (and Sam too, of course). As the sun rises, Y/N rolls over and looks at the clock on the side table. 6:00 am. She wants to go back to sleep and the small body next to her breathing steadily makes it so inviting but she simply can’t. Once she’s awake, she’s awake. She gets out of bed and wanders around the small house, putting together that Sam was probably out on a morning run. She sleepily stalks out to the kitchen where she finds a note on the counter.

In New York. Will text later.

Well, that’s...weird. She puts the note aside and begins making breakfast. By the time it’s done, Rosemary is walking in.

“Smells good mommy.” she looks around, “Where’s Uncle Sam?”

She sets a plate with two pancakes on it in front of her daughter, “I’m not sure honey. Maybe he got called into work.” She definitely knew that wasn’t true, but was unsure of how to answer since she herself didn’t understand the note.

With Sam in New York, or wherever he was, Y/N and Ro had a nice day together. It was nice to relax and not have to worry about anything. It was days like this that Y/N was looking forward to while overseas.

Just getting home from dinner, her phone rings. A restricted number. Rosemary runs to the living room, while she hesitantly answers. “Hello?”

“Is this Y/N L/N?”

“Yes...”

“Johnny.” Her Commanding Officer. She lets out a breath of relief and smiles.

“Oh! I was worried when you came up as a restricted number. Do you need something?”

He chuckles. “I do actually. There’s a UN meeting in Vienna tomorrow. Would you be able to do some security detail?”

A confused look appears on her face. “Don’t the governments attending have people for that? And it’s way above my paygrade anyhow, isn’t it?”

“They do, but I was contacted this morning for recommendations from the Falcon missions. You were the first to come to mind. They want someone up above looking over everything. You would be compensated appropriately.”

“I appreciate the thought, but as you know, I have a daughter. I’d have to find a babysitter or someone to look after her while I’m gone. And I just got home. I don’t want to just up and leave her again.”

It’s silent for a moment while Johnny takes that in. “I understand. Unfortunately, this is an urgent matter, so take a little bit to think about it and get back to me. I need an answer in an hour.”

“Yes, sir.” And with that he hangs up.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N puts her phone back in her pocket and goes to find Rosemary. As expected, she’s laying on her stomach in front of the TV watching her favorite cartoon. Y/N sits on the couch and sighs, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and pointer finger.

Her daughter’s voice takes her out of her moment. “Mama, are you okay?”

She gives her a small smile, “Yeah, flower. Just thinkin’.”

She crawls onto her lap and gets cozy, “What about?”

She couldn’t help but smile at her 4 year old’s curiosity. “My Commanding Officer, my boss, just called me.”

“Do you have to go away again?” She’s smart too.

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I have a choice this time.”

“You should do it.”

The answer surprises her, “Are you sure, hun? I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. Could be a few days, could be a month, or more.”

She nods matter-of-factly, “I can stay here with Sam. Ooh! Or with Hannah. She has a really big house, remember?”

Y/N cradles her daughter’s face, moving a strand of hair out of the way, “Sometimes I swear you’re 18. I will go if you’re okay with it.”

“I am, Mommy.”

Y/N nods, and sets Rosemary back on the ground, off her lap. She immediately takes her phone out again and texts Sam.

Y/N: Don’t know what the heck you’re doing in NEW YORK, but will you be able to watch Ro for a little bit? CO just called and I’m needed in Vienna for some UN meeting or something. Sam: Vienna? Cool! I can’t watch her though, sorry. Tony Stark wanted to talk to me. Y/N: Iron Man?! What the heck for? Sam: Not sure exactly. He seemed very interested in the Falcon suit. Y/N: How would he even know about that? You’re not making any sense. Sam: I don’t know. He is a tech genius. And has connections. Maybe he just found me. 🤷🏾‍♂️ Y/N: Looks like I’m not the only one with secrets, Mr. Cryptic.

Sending that message, she then calls Julie, Hannah’s mom who is more than happy to take Rosemary. After calling Johnny back, she packs a suitcase and helps Ro get packed and takes her to Hannah’s. Thanking Julie again, she kisses her daughter goodbye and heads to the airport.

Once again, Y/N falls asleep and wakes up on a plane. It’s getting old. Looking at the little screen on the back of the seat in front of her, she can see that they’re only mere minutes from landing. As she probably should have been able to tell by her ears and the change in air pressure.

Landing in Vienna, she gets her luggage and heads to the hotel next to where the meeting is being held and by the looks of it, all the upper floors (maybe even the whole hotel) has been reserved for everyone that is attending. There’s a lot of people dressed in black with earpieces standing outside of certain rooms.

Y/N finds her room and enters it, not even bothering to change and lays on top of the bed. She doesn’t even realize she’s almost asleep until a knock at her door startles her awake. She looks around, remembering that she’s in Vienna in a hotel. There’s another knock and she walks to the door to answer it. Outside is a hotel staff person with a big box on a luggage cart. On it is the Air Force insignia along with the word fragile on one side and handle with care on the other. The staffer looks at her, “Are you Miss Y/N L/N?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is for you.”

She smiles at him, taking the box, “Thank you.”

He leaves and she closes the door. Opening the box, she finds her assumption to be correct- inside it is the Falcon wings. Underneath them in the box however, are a couple extra things with a note. It reads, Just a little upgrade. -J

She pulls the first thing out and it’s a new tactical suit to go with the wings. It’s not like anything she’s seen before. She wonders who Johnny or the Air Force consulted to make this. It’s lighter than anything she’s ever worn, yet looks like it has better protection coverage. It has a holster on each thigh and one on the waist. For this job Y/N isn’t really sure why she would need that much firepower, but it’s nice nonetheless. Beside it was another smaller box, she assumed held the pistols for the holsters.

Waking up and looking at the clock, Y/N realizes she got more of a nap rather than sleep. Some sleep is better than none though. She takes a quick shower, puts her hair up in a tight bun, and gets dressed in the new suit. It’s snug, yet surprisingly comfortable, breathable. She puts on the wing pack and secures the guns. Along with them in the little box was an earpiece, presumably for keeping in contact with one or a few people on the ground. She heads up the hotel stairwell to the roof. She opens the wings and flies to a building across the way so she could see everyone and everything going on.

She sits at her perch and watches as all the news trucks line the street. As camera crews and anchors get themselves set up in front of the building, she brings her hand up to her ear. “If anyone is on this channel, can you contact law enforcement? There’s one truck down on the street that only one person has exited. They didn’t have any camera equipment. White ADS truck.”

There’s a little bit of crackling then a response, “Yes ma’am. We’ve been watching it down here too.”

Only a couple minutes pass before a K9 unit and another policeman approach the vehicle. The dog stands alert, which is never good. She releases her wings again and gets ready. The officer not holding the dog opens the back door and Y/N can tell, even from her high vantage point, that he’s scared. As he backs up, he’s definitely telling people to clear out and get as far back as possible. At this, she immediately jumps off the building and dives towards the ground.

It’s only but another few seconds later that whatever was in the van goes off. It sets off what she assumes is a chain reaction of explosives that goes up the building right to where the UN meeting is being held. The severity of the blast throws her back into the building that she was just on top of and through a window. She grunts at the impact but quickly recovers, flying to the meeting room.

Everyone of course is in a panic. A redhead has seemed to have taken charge, getting everyone out of the room and exiting the building. From what she can see, there was only one casualty, more probably on the ground. She approaches the body and the one holding it, instantly recognizing it at King T’Chaka of Wakanda and his son T’Challa.

She puts a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

He doesn’t say anything, only nods. As she begins to walk away she sees him take a ring off his father’s finger and hold it.

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wexhappyxfew · 8 months ago

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thinking deeply about vivian ratcliff. grew up in fort collins, colorado with a good family, a good childhood, filled with many homemade dinners and pastries after meals and flowers in pretty, passed-through-generations vases. her family had a big farm that’s been there for hundreds of years through the ratcliff family and she spent many summers riding horses, tending to the cows, chickens, pigs and her ma’s honeybee farm. they make quite the profit. she’s kind and conscientious, aspiring teacher, and a happy-go-lucky, calm-cool-and-collected type of girl. she’s content with where she is in life. and she wants to do things, see new places, read and learn all there is. and then she meets boyfriend-turned-future-husband when her dad needs a handy-man and james pennington shows up. she attends the university of washington and completes a program for teaching but goes into the military after graduation because of an opportunity to shoot and fly - and, with a war on, she could kill two birds with one stone and see the world and do something for it at the same time. with her parents a little less than happy and her boyfriend shipping out to the navy, viv takes this in stride. heading to utah, she gets a gig on a plane as a turret gunner before being accepted into Silver Bullets under captain birdie faulkner, the first female pilot of the war for america. the crew builds up, the friendships form and Silver Bullets is the finest B-17 there is. she writes to james, she keeps up with her family and friends back home, she goes to the flying club, and takes early morning runs around base. she’s content. things are good.

then, captain faulkner is KIA. flying a regular bombing run - freak accident with the shrapnel flying through the air. killing her right in the midst of the sky. viv remembers how numbed and equally freaked out francis was - how’d she manage to land a plane and maintain composure? lieutenant annie bradshaw is the newest replacement and finds herself next as the newest pilot of Silver Bullets. viv thinks things are okay, things are looking up.

then, a letter comes in. james pennington is KIA. her world seems to shatter. everything seems to crack open and equally fall apart. she’s half in a spiral and half trying to keep it together in front of everyone else. no one should see her like this. she hardly wants to see herself like this. annie bradshaw and the rest of the crew seems to pull her through; most surprisingly, so does everett blakely. he was always more in the background, a handshake, a comforting pat on the shoulder, willing to check in and move on his way. an all-around gentleman. then, she starts to notice him. at breakfast, at dinners, before missions, after missions, glances through the interrogation tables, before bed when cigarette butts were stubbed out and last minute conversations were held. everett blakely was always there.

then, the Silver Bullets crew is split across half of europe. and yet again, with 40% of the crew MIA, viv is sent to operations and is suddenly stepping into a world where her hands are filled more with pencils and papers and maps then a gun. yet again - without annie bradshaw and francis montez, who became a pilot for a new B-17 crew with quite an annoying co-pilot, viv feels more alone than ever. until ev blakely is there. always there. again. they grow closer than they ever had - breakfast together, sometimes even lunch and dinner, cigarette breaks, sharing coffee breaks, finding moments to take a glance throughout the operations room. moments viv didn’t think much of. until she was heading out for the night and ev invited her to the flying club for a drink and a dance.

and then the war ended. and everyone went their separate ways. and reality hit. and it hit hard. james pennington’s funeral, the reality that the man she was going to marry is now dead, and her family, torn at the edges, crumbling. she’s hurt, filled with a grief she can’t untangle and is lost between what to do and what else there is left for her. until everett blakely starts writing. and doesn’t stop writing. writing the Silver Bullets girls were on thing, but writing ev blakely was different - in his words, his phrases, what he talked about.

they decide to meet, and everything comes flooding back. like the crash of high waves, just as fast, just as harshly. and she doesn’t feel herself turn away like she would. and suddenly, she doesn’t want him to leave. and for the first time in her life, he doesn’t. he stays.

#sorry y’all i’m in fact EMOTIONAL AF OVER VIVIAN RATCLIFF THIS EVENING #WHAT SHE GOES THROUGH #i’ve finally developed and thought on her more bc i really haven’t written much for her #and i-#i’m destroyed #she loses people again and again and again #and ev blakely steps up to the plate and STAYS?!?#HELLS HER THROUGH GRIEF #MAKES HER FEEL LESS LONELY?!?!?#plz i want to yell about my love for ‘friends to lovers’ and ‘chase u after the war bc i cant stop thinking of you’ vibes!!!!!#viv ratcliff u deserve only the best sweet sunshine girl!!!!!!#also so excited to write more of the ‘almost meet at university of washington but didn’t’#LIKE i’m lowkey obsessed with them i need to write them #i’m losing my mind #AHHHHHHH #viv and ev like their names just it’s adorable????#vivian x blakely #vivian ratcliff #everett blakely #silver bullets #mota writings #SB meta #<- y’all want more of my thoughts like this on characters? i have judy and francis already haha #IM CRYINGGGGGG #SHE JUST WANTS TO TEACH AND SEE THE WORLD AND FALL IN LOVE!!!! is that too much to ask for?!?

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spaceiplier · 6 years ago

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Just a Myth

Private Skap Refirth was never one for gossip.

Still, when they heard some of the other privates from their graduating class discussing their commanding officer, they couldn’t help but listen in.

“It’s sad, really,” one of them sighed, setting down a small screen. “She was a really good CO.”

The others mumbled their agreement, and Skap started to tune out when they started sharing condolences for the recently departed. They’d never been particularly close to Oscuri. They felt bad for her family, of course, but officers died every day. Oscuri’s death was nothing special.

“Did you hear how she died?” another private asked suddenly, voice hushed with excitement. The others shook their heads.

“Well, you know how she lost her eye several years ago?” The group nodded. “They say that it was the Red-Eyed Velm who took it. I heard it killed her second-in-command and then took her eye and ate it.”

“What does this have to do with how she died?” a slightly younger private asked, sounding queasy. “And do we have to talk about that over lunch?”

“I heard that the Red-Eyed Velm came back to finish her off,” the private continued, whispering for added dramatic effect. “That’s why they won’t tell anyone how she died. It’s a conspiracy!”

“Oh, please,” Skap huffed, turning around in their seat to face the group. “You really believe that junk?” They didn’t wait for any of their old classmates to respond before continuing. “The Red-Eyed Velm is just some story they tell soldiers to keep them in line. It’s like Pazazu or Grain Fae. Just fairy tales to keep you from misbehaving.”

“What about her eye? Or her mysterious death?” the story-telling private countered, looking smug.

“She probably never talked about her eye because it was a sore subject,” Skap replied flatly. “Even if it wasn’t the Red-Eyed Velm, she still lost her closest friend at the same time. I wouldn’t want to talk about it either, if it were me.”

“And her—”

“And her death,” Skap continued, glaring at the other private, “is probably in the rest of her obituary somewhere, since I doubt you read the whole thing.”

One of the other privates picked up the screen that had been laying on the table and scrolled through the article. The story-telling private huffed and crossed his arms.

“Says it was just a faulty boiler,” she said softly, showing the tablet to the others. “An explosion.” They all nodded, Skap more confidently than the others.

“Told you so,” they said, chuckling as they turned back around in their seat to finish their lunch. “The Red-Eyed Velm is just a story. A myth.”

Skap had finally settled into the routine of working on the GS Lakshy when the first break-in occurred.

It was a day just like any other. Skap had been going about his daily duties when a handful of alarms down the hall started going off all of a sudden. Skap sprinted to the storage room closest to the alarms and opened the doors just in time to see a boot scramble up into the ceiling and disappear. Skap rushed to the nearest window and watched helplessly as a small, junky-looking ship took off and disappeared into the distance.

Skap helped a few other officers carry the unconscious guards to the infirmary before making their way to the captain’s quarters. They’d never been particularly close to Captain Zook, but the Vodajas always seemed nice enough, aside from his supposedly legendary temper. Regardless of any rumor, Skap felt responsible to report what they’d seen.

Skap could hear Captain Zook conversing with a couple of others when they knocked on his door. The conversation stopped, and, after a moment or so, Skap was invited in. The two security personnel left as Skap entered, eyeing Skap curiously as they closed the door.

“Well, private,” the captain began, “what can I do for you?” He smiled kindly, his thin mouth stretching across his pale pink face. The fins on the sides of his head drifted lazily, three on one side and two on the other.

“I wanted to report what I saw, sir,” Skap said, standing at attention. They shifted their feet anxiously as they awaited the captain’s response.

“Well, I’ve had a lot of reports today, private,” Zook said, lighting a cigar in his mouth. Skap’s shoulders sagged. “However,” the captain continued, stopping Skap from turning and leaving, “you did come all this way. Let me show you what we’ve got so far, and then you can decide if your information is still… necessary.” He motioned for Skap to join him on his side of the desk as he pulled something up on the screen in front of him.

Skap moved around the captain’s desk until they were standing beside Zook’s chair. On the screen was the footage from one of the cameras in the storage room. Zook leaned back and pressed play.

A couple seconds in, the lights went out. When they came back on, the camera showed Skap opening the door and then disappearing as they ran towards the other window. Zook stopped the recording and turned to look up at Skap.

“We figured out the film was looped in all the cameras pretty quickly,” the captain explained. “So all of our evidence is from the stolen crates. Unfortunately, the job was extremely clean. The guards were all knocked out with some sort of homemade sedative shortly after the lights went out, so none of them saw anything. A couple external cameras may have caught something heading away from the Lakshy, but it’s not enough to be sure.”

“I saw the ship leave,” Skap said hesitantly. “I think I saw the thief too.”

Captain Zook looked up in surprise. “You saw them?” he asked, the eagerness in his voice shocking Skap slightly.

“I think so,” Skap repeated, backing away from the captain’s chair. “I think I saw a boot go into the ceiling of the storage room when I walked in, and then when I went to go look out the window, I saw a small scrappy ship flying away from ours.” Skap moved around back to the other side of the captain’s desk as he thought.

“What did it look like?” Zook asked finally, brow furrowed in thought.

“I didn’t get a really good look at it,” Skap admitted shamefully, “but it looked like it was really old, like it had been patched together using parts that didn’t belong on it.”

“Dammit!” Captain Zook shouted suddenly, slamming his fist on the desk in front of him. Skap flinched and leaned back, even though they knew the explosion of anger wasn’t aimed at them. For a moment the Captain breathed hard before the fins on either side of his face fluttered and relaxed. The captain’s pale face was still slightly flushed pink.

“Is something wrong, sir?” Skap asked nervously, hoping their question wouldn’t set off Zook’s temper again.

Fortunately, the captain simply sighed and took a long drag of his cigar. “It’s not you, private,” Zook huffed, now looking like he was ready for a mid-afternoon nap. “We’ve been targeted by this ship before, and they always manage to get off without us even knowing they were here. We’ve updated our security, increased the number of guards, hell, we’ve even tried bolting down the crates. All of them.” The captain tossed his crisp blue cap back on and rubbed his temples. “Thanks for telling us what you saw, private. Go get some rest, okay?”

“But, sir, it’s only—”

“Well, go back to work, then,” Zook snapped, round face puffing out slightly. “Just get out of my office. I’ve got work to do.”

Skap nodded and walked briskly out of the captain’s quarters, feeling slightly regretful. They didn’t mind having to go back to work, but finding out more about the ship irritated Skap. They were so close. If they had only gotten to the storage room just a moment sooner, they could have stopped the thief. They could have done it.

Skap clenched their fists as the image of the ship flying away from the Lakshy crossed their mind again. They may have failed this time, but next time, they’d catch the thief. They were going to catch the thief if it killed them.

It had taken some extra chores and some late nights, but Skap had finally managed to get their patrol moved to the storage room the thief had been targeting. From what they had gathered, that was where the majority of the storage was, and, presumably, where the thief would strike next. They’d even gotten to speak to one of the guards from the most recent burglary.

“I’m afraid I can’t really help you that much,” Private First Class Ylna Lew said apologetically, pausing buttering her toast to respond to Skap. Her other two arms rested in her lap. “I really don’t remember much.”

Skap huffed and leaned forward on the dining hall table. “Well, tell me what you do remember,” they said impatiently. “You’re the only guard from that burglary that I’ve been able to track down.”

“Alright, alright,” Lew said, setting down her toast to gesture with all four arms. “I remember the lights going out, and trying to find my flashlight. As soon as I’d found it, I felt this weird prick in my upper left arm. A few seconds later, I was out cold. Can’t remember a thing after that until I woke up in the infirmary.” She picked her toast back up and took a bite.

“Thanks, Lew,” Skap sighed, staring dejectedly at their own breakfast. They’d just have to rely on what little information they had to catch the thief.

Despite the dead end with Lew, Skap’s determination to catch the perpetrator only grew during the next few weeks. They just wanted to get this over with. It was weighing on their mind constantly, and every spare thought was focused on getting this criminal turned in and sent to the GLE to pay for their crimes. It didn’t matter what Skap had to do. They were going to capture this thief.

Skap yawned and blinked to wake themself up.

They’d volunteered to watch the largest storage room along with a few other guards. It had been several hours since they’d slept, and Skap wasn’t the only one starting to doze off.

They watched one of the other privates in the group lean back against the wall, balanced by his tails. Skap only rolled his eyes and scanned the rest of the room. The other two guards were more experienced and wide awake. One sleeping private would be no problem. Two sleeping privates on the other hand… Skap shook out their limbs and bounced on their feet. They couldn’t doze off if they wanted to catch the thief, much less keep the guard job.

Suddenly, the single large light illuminating the storage room flickered and shut off, plunging the room into pitch blackness. Skap jumped, yelping as the sudden change left him disorientated.

Skap heard one of the older guards curse, and then the sound of a body hitting the floor. Then another. Skap dropped to the floor, their heart racing. This was it. They couldn’t let the thief knock them out, or all of Skap’s work would go to waste.

They held their breath and listened.

From their position on the ground, Skap could see a small blue light scan the room, then settle on a crate only a few rows down from where Skap was laying. Two somethings landed lightly on the floor several more rows away, and soft footsteps made their way to the blue light. Skap could see two legs and the tip of a dull green tail walk past where Skap was laying.

It was now or never.

“Stop, thief!” Skap leaped to their feet, blaster in shaking hands, pointing it straight at the criminal. A velm, a good four or five inches taller than Skap, stood illuminated by the blue light. He looked tired, and his gaunt features were only accentuated by the harsh light. One of his eyes glowed a dim green.

Another person stood behind the velm. Skap couldn’t make out much of their details in the darkness. Only two glowing yellow eyes and side-swept yellow-green hair covered by a dark grey cap.

“Oh, hey, dude. Didn’t see you here,” the velm said, sounding incredibly relaxed for having a gun pointed at him. “I’ll just be taking this one crate and I’ll be out of your hair, okay?” He patted the crate in question, his partner already halfway through unbolting it.

“I- I can’t let you do that!” Skap shouted, voice quivering. “That’s illegal!”

The thief flinched and his ears twitched. “Keep your voice down, dude,” he hissed. “I don’t want people more experienced than you coming and finding me here.” For a second, Skap thought the velm looked worried about them. “Trust me, just let me take this one crate, and you can pretend you never saw me.”

“W-why should I do that?” Skap asked, lowering their voice slightly. “I need to catch you. I can’t let you get away!” They squared their stance and steadied their hand. The sight was aimed at the velm’s shoulder.

It wouldn’t kill him, but it would be enough to buy Skap some time.

“I wouldn’t do whatever it is you’re planning on doing,” the velm sighed, rubbing his green eye with the heel of his palm. “Look” —The thief paused to rummage around in one of his pockets, and pulled out a small sack— “Just take this, okay? You GAAP dudes like money, don’t you?”

He tossed the bag at Skap, and, out of reflex, Skap caught it. It wasn’t very heavy, and the brown drawstring bag had clearly seen better days. They holstered their weapon and pulled it open. Several coins, a few wadded slips of paper, and a shiny blue necklace fell out into Skap’s hand. Skap separated the necklace into one hand and held it up between their fingers. Closer inspection told them it was fake.

“I’m not—” Skap looked back up to where the velm had been standing only a moment ago, but he was gone. The blue light hovered briefly, still illuminating where the crate had been, than zipped up to the ceiling, turning off halfway there. Where had they— when had they— how—

“Thanks for the crate, dude!” the thief said, whisper-shouting. Skap could hear his chuckle ringing from the vent system as something pricked Skap’s arm. The last thing they heard was something sliding back into place, and then everything went black.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” The nurse standing over Skap looked relieved, and her pointed feline ears twitched. “You’ve been out for about a day. Don’t worry, you won’t be punished for this.”

The infirmary was brightly lit and mostly empty. The rest of the room was clean and sterile, equipment neatly stored in cabinets and cupboards lining the walls. The other guards in Skap’s group were laying in the beds on either side of them, all still fast asleep. Each of them had a single IV drip and a steadily-beating heart monitor. Skap’s monitor beeped slightly faster as they tried to sit up and were forced gently back down by the nurse.

“Where is he?” Skap muttered, their voice hoarse. “Where’d he go?”

“I… I don’t know who you’re talking about, Private,” the nurse said apologetically, her whiskers twitching gently. “Where’s who?”

“The thief,” Skap clarified, propping themself up on one elbow. “The one who stole the crate.”

“They’re long gone, Private Refirth,” the nurse sighed. “The only thing they left behind was the drawstring bag we found by where you were laying. All it had in it was some counterfeit money and a fake necklace from what I heard.”

“Fingerprints?” Skap asked hopefully, sitting up fully. Maybe, if they had fingerprints, they could run it through the GAAP and GLE’s databases and find who the thief was. Then they’d have the thief behind bars in no time.

“I don’t know about that, sorry,” the nurse said, handing Skap a glass of water and a pill. “Take that, wait about ten minutes, and then you can get back to work,” she instructed, glancing at a chart by Skap’s bed. “Maybe you can find out if they found anything else.”

Skap swallowed the pill and the glass of water and leaned back in their bed.

A thousand thoughts raced through their head, making them dizzier than they already were. Who was the thief, really? Why did he try to talk to Skap? Why didn’t he just knock them out right away? Why did his eye glow? Who was the other person with him? What did he need the crate for? Would he be back? Why did he only take one crate when he’d taken at least three every time before? Was it because Skap was there? Did he really think Skap would take the bribe? Had anyone else seen him? Maybe the other private? Or did he get knocked out too?

Skap ran their hands through their hair and let out a long sigh.

They just wanted to have answers. Well, they wanted the answers, and they wanted to catch the thief. Regardless of who the thief was, they were still a crook and needed to face judgement. Skap glared at the clock on the wall. The sooner the ten minutes passed, the sooner they could get at least a few of their questions answered.

“I saw the thief,” Skap said quickly, trying to contain their excitement.

“You saw— what?” Captain Zook raised an eyebrow. “Say that again, Private?”

“I saw the thief,” Skap repeated, forcing their voice to slow down. “I saw him, and I talked to him.” They’d only been waiting a few days to get an opportunity to talk to the captain, but it had felt like weeks. Their superiors had been insistent that they get some rest before stressing themself over the thief anymore, but that had only stressed Skap out more. They needed to talk to the captain, not sweep the storage room ad nauseum.

“But you didn’t capture him?” It was hard to tell if Zook was disappointed or not. His soft white face was practically emotionless.

“Well, no, but—”

“Then why,” Zook sighed, rubbing his ovular shaped head, “are you here? I’ve got better things to worry about than the fact that you saw the thief.”

“He’s a velm, sir,” Skap said awkwardly. “There was someone else with him, but I couldn’t see what they looked like. He made the lights turn off somehow, and he had a floating blue light that scanned the room. He looked… tired? And he had one eye that glowed green. Not super bright or anything. It just sorta… glowed a little.”

For some reason, this grabbed Zook’s attention. The fins on the side of his face straightened and he leaned forward on the desk. It was Skap’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Just one eye?”

“Yeah?” Skap answered. The intensity in Zook’s eyes was scaring Skap a little.

“You said he was a velm?”

“Yeah. Why does this matter?”

Zook put his head in his hands. His shoulders started shaking, and Skap couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. They weren’t sure which was worse. They were just about to back out of the captain’s quarters when he looked up.

“Well, Private,” Zook chuckled, “you should be glad you didn’t try and shoot him.”

“I mean, I did have my blaster pointed at him, but he didn’t do anything,” Skap admitted. “Why should I be glad?”

“Last I heard about a velm with a green eye,” Zook began, his voice taking on a considerably more serious tone, “someone shot him in the leg, and then his eye turned red and he killed the person who shot him before disappearing.”

Skap couldn’t hold back a groan. Did the captain seriously believe in that story? “With all due respect, captain, I don’t think there’s such thing as the red-eyed velm,” Skap sighed. “That’s just a story they tell to keep trigger-happy officers in line.”

Zook shook his head and shrugged. “Well, I can’t convince you of something I don’t know for sure myself,” the captain said, leaning back in his chair. Skap could have sworn he saw the captain glance at his one missing fin. “Just think of it as a polite warning.”

“Thank you, sir,” Skap said, trying to hide their disappointment. “I’ll, uh, get back to work.”

“Go right ahead,” the captain replied, giving Skap a nonchalant wave. “Try not to strain yourself too much if you’re still waking up from that sedative stuff.”

“Thanks, sir.” Skap turned about-face and walked quickly out the door. They ran their hand through their hair again once the door was closed behind them. Great. Just great. This was, quite possibly, the worst response they could have gotten.

Sure, losing their job would have been worse, but the stupid Red-Eyed Velm story? Surely the captain would be beyond that. It was just a story. If the captain was scared of some cryptid that was, if anything, a prank played by immature officers, Skap was going to lose some respect for the man.

Back at their station, Skap paced around the storage room.

If the velm broke in again, they were going to need a better plan than just to point their weapon at them and tell him to surrender. They found themself staring at where the crate had been stolen. A handful of screws indicated where it had been pulled out of the ground. Skap kicked one of the screws and watched it ricochet off of another nearby crate.

“Android Repair Services, Ventos Gamma,” Skap read aloud off of the crate. Most of the crates in this storage room read the same thing, or some other planet in the Ventos System. All crates full of android replacement parts.

Skap frowned at the crate. Why would this velm need high-end android parts? If he needed them to sell, there were places that were a lot less risky to break into. Why didn’t he just break into some repair shop on some random planet and take those?

Skap would never understand thieves, and they weren’t even sure if their thought process was along the right tracks. Maybe it was just because the thief was a velm. They’d heard around that velm didn’t really like the GAAP that much, but would they really go so far as to break into high security GAAP ships just to steal parts they could get elsewhere?

Skap rubbed their forehead and kicked another screw.

All they could do was wait for the velm to show up again. Then they’d really show him what a private could do. They weren’t going to let the thief escape again. If they dropped to the floor quickly after the lights went out, then they wouldn’t be hit by the sedative. Then, they could sneak up on the thief and apprehend him right then and there. If he tried to run away, Skap would shoot to incapacitate, and then call for help.

Skap picked up one of the screws and turned it over in their hand. They were going to catch the thief. Nothing would stop them. Not this time.

Skap took a deep breath and leaned against the wall of the dimly lit storage room. Rows of crates stretched out in front of them, only interrupted by where the thief had taken from.They were starting to lose hope that the thief was going to come back at all. It had been almost a week since he’d showed up last. Had Skap scared him off?

They shook their head. No. He’d come back. He had to. Skap could feel it. They just had to be patient. They couldn’t rush things like this.

Suddenly, just as before, the lights flickered and went out. Skap dropped to the floor instantly. They heard the other guards all hit the floor one after another. Skap held their breath and waited.

Once again, they watched with limited view as the blue light descended from the ceiling and scanned the room, stopping a few crates away from the last one the thief had taken. They heard the same light footsteps as the pair made their way to the light. As they walked, Skap crawled silently closer to the light as well.

Skap stopped a couple rows away and stood up. “Hey! Stop!”

To Skap’s credit, the thief did stop. He froze with his hands just above the crate and turned to face Skap. He relaxed when he saw the private, though, and let out a tired sigh. His partner glanced around anxiously before bending down to start unscrewing the crate.

Skap scowled. Did he really think that Skap was nothing to worry about? Skap pulled their blaster out of their holster and pointed it at the thief.

“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!” Skap threatened. They forced their hands to steady, keeping the weapon aimed at the thief’s left leg. Something in the thief’s face told Skap that he didn’t believe them, which only made Skap angrier. “Just come with me quietly, and no one will get hurt.”

“Look, dude,” the thief started, eying Skap with sympathy, “you really don’t want to be pointing that at me. Trust me. I’m just taking a few more crates, and I’ll be gone for good.”

Skap’s grip on their blaster tightened. They weren’t some kid. This velm was acting like he was some expert fighter from Skap’s favorite fighting game or something, but Skap figured they could easily take him on. He didn’t seem to be armed, and Skap already had their gun out and ready.

The velm sighed again when Skap didn’t lower their gun. “Don’t do something you—”

BANG!

The thief’s hands were moving toward a pouch on his leg when Skap fired. He’d started to reach for it, and Skap had panicked. They thought he was reaching for a weapon or something. They stared in surprise at their own shaking hands, and then at the velm. He’d fallen to one knee, both hands now clutching where Skap had hit.

Skap dropped the blaster, and watched it hit the floor and bounce a short distance away.

“Dude, don’t say I ́d̀idn͡’͟t҉ war͠n̢ ҉y҉ou,” the thief looked up as his voice shifted to something broken and tense, and bright red and green circuit-like patterns crossed his face. Skap’s heart skipped a beat. The velm’s eye was bright red.

Red… red eye…

They watched in terror as he stood with ease, ignoring the wound in his leg, and gestured something to his partner. A few quiet words were exchanged before the velm turned back to face Skap.

“҉N̕ow̨,” he hissed, pulling a short knife out of his back pocket, “y͏o͝u ͠n̨eed̴ ́tò l̡eàrn̷ to ͘list͠e̷n͢ ̶w̴h͢e͟n͞ ̀p͝e͜o̵pl̢e͡ a͢rè ͘talki͟ng̷.”

Time froze.

This couldn’t be real. Skap was sure they would wake up, any second now. This was just a bad dream. The Red-Eyed Velm was a myth. A story. It wasn’t real. This was impossible. Skap shut their eyes tight, but when they opened them, the Red-Eyed Velm was still there, mouth split open in a large toothy grin that sent shivers down Skap’s spine.

Skap’s eyes went wide as the storybook monster charged at them.

Skap managed to snap out of it just in time to duck out of the way of the knife’s blade aimed straight at their face. They didn’t, however, dodge the sudden left uppercut that knocked them backwards.

The air was knocked out of them as they hit the floor. Luckily, they managed to scramble behind a crate and jump to their feet. They dodged another knife swing and started running, their heart racing a thousand miles a second. They just had to find a way out of the storage room, and they’d be safe.

The other officers could take the Red-Eyed Velm out. They’d be safe if they found help.

They ducked behind a crate to catch their breath and try and gather their surroundings. They’d gotten turned around in the panic of running away, and now they had no clue where the door could be. They were completely disoriented, and the only light sources in the room were the blue light somewhere in the distance and the glowing red eye that hovered only a few rows away. Skap’s eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark, but they could still only barely make out the rows upon rows of crates. They needed to find the door before the Velm found them.

When had the room gotten so big?

“̛Yo͞ú ̶can̕’͞t hid͝e ̸f͝ore̕v҉e͡ŕ,͜ ͜wo̶rm,̡”͢ the Red-Eyed Velm spat, closer to Skap’s location than they were comfortable with.

Gathering all of their remaining courage, they sprang to their feet again and started running. They weaved through the rows of crates, hoping that their random twists and turns would throw their pursuer off at least slightly. Skap glanced behind themself, and almost tripped when they saw the thief practically soaring over crates, barely touching the top of one before springing off again, making a direct line for Skap.

“Go away!” Skap cried, scrambling as they hit the wall and started running alongside it. “You’re not real! You’re just a story!” Skap screamed as they were shoved suddenly against the wall, held up by one hand. Skap grabbed weakly at the Velm’s arm as his grip tightened.

“̧A̴ st̕or̷y͠,͞ yo̕ų ̛s͏ay?” the Velm growled, still grinning wickedly. “̶Doe̕s th͞is̵ ̀f͢eel l͝ike̢ a S̨TO̶RY̡ TǪ YOŲ?́” He plunged his knife into Skap’s shoulder, twisting it with delight as Skap cried out feebly and tried to squirm out of his grasp. “͟D̨O҉ES̨ I҉T̀?͏!͡”

Choked sobs wrenched out of Skap’s throat as they looked down into the face of their worst nightmare made real. They wanted to be at home. They wanted to see their mother and parent and little brother. They wanted to pretend to sing and dance as they swept the floors of their home. They wanted to reassure their brother that monsters didn’t exist. They wanted to hold him and tell him that things like the Red-Eyed Velm weren’t real. That they were just myths.

But they couldn’t. They were going to die at the hands of the very thing they had denied the existence of their entire life.

The monster ripped its knife out of Skap’s shoulder and pressed it against their neck. The way it looked at them made Skap feel like a piece of prey that the monster was deciding whether or not to kill now or toy with a little longer.

Skap’s breathing quickened, and they pressed their eyes shut, sending a silent prayer to Aphaea that their death would be quick.

“ANTI, that’s enough!”

For a moment, Skap thought that Aphaea herself had actually come to rescue them, but the voice was too masculine. They were probably losing it from panic and blood loss. The voice sounded almost exactly like the thief’s, but more nervous.

Skap dared to open their eyes, everything blurry from tears.

The Red-Eyed Velm was staring angrily up at the blue light, which illuminated another velm from behind. He was hanging down from the ceiling by one hand, yellow-green hair tinted blue. The monster holding Skap snarled and glared at them, then pulled its knife away from their throat.

“They’re just a kid,” Skap’s savior called, voice shaking. “Come on, we’ve got everything we need.” In most other circumstances, Skap would have been offended at being called ‘kid,’ but they’d take any nickname right now if it meant they were going to live.

The Red-Eyed Velm growled again and swiped its knife across the skin Skaps’ cheek, leaving a deep, stinging cut. He dropped them to the floor, knocking the breath out of their lungs once more. Giving them one last snarl, the monster stomped away.

Skap’s cheek and shoulder stung, and they were pretty sure they were about to pass out from loss of blood, but nothing felt better than seeing the monster stalk towards where the blue light shone down.

Skap closed their eyes and let their breathing steady.

They lost consciousness just as alarms started blaring.

Skap groaned softly as they blinked awake, recoiling slightly from the bright lights of the infirmary.

Their left shoulder was completely numb. They could feel something tight pull against their left cheek as they yawned. A heart monitor beeped rhythmically on their right side. They watched it for a moment before dozing off again.

Skap ran their thumb over the lengthy scar on their left cheek as they looked themself over in the bathroom mirror. They sighed and took a step back, looking themself over once more.

The uniform was barely different, but something felt different now that they’d been promoted to Specialist. They’d gained the rank in honor of their bravery and skill in surviving being attacked by the Red-Eyed Velm.

Skap shuddered and rubbed their arms. Even thinking about that monster was enough to send chills down their spine. Even several weeks later, they still had nightmares of being chased down never ending hallways by that thing. They never survived in the dreams, though. They shook their head to clear the remnants of last night’s bad dream and smiled at themself in the mirror.

No time to be thinking about that now.

They had work to do.

Skap saluted their reflection, laughing grimly as they stepped out the door.

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cptnsantiago · 6 years ago

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it’s always better when we’re together

summary: Rosa straight up cackles at that, “On second thought, you might just want to pull a Kylie Jenner, keep it a secret the whole time.” Jake and Amy navigate telling the people closest to them about Baby Santiago-Peralta.

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Their first task, after the kissing and crying and hugging, is going to the store to buy a big ol’ binder. It was Jake’s idea, he was eager to get to researching and preparing but he knew he wouldn’t get the right tabs because there are so many of them. His initiative makes Amy want to pounce him right there in the kitchen but a binder covering the next nine months of their lives is also very appealing.

So now 2 hours later, new binder and special tabs on the table, Amy starts with the contents list. Jake had been reading one of the books he bought when he told Amy he was ready to start trying but now he’s been staring at her for a few minutes now with a smile on plastered his face and his fingers grazing her abdomen.

“Hey, you know we’re going to need a whole section dedicated to figuring out how to tell Charles right?”

Amy snorts lightly at this very real observation, because there’s no way Charles will react in a calm manner. He fainted when they got engaged, so there’s no telling what dramatic reaction he’s going to have. “I’m not sure any amount of preparation will help us with Boyle.” Amy’s smile only grows when Jake takes her laptop to type his idea down, “I think we just need to… Um…”

“Yeah there’s no way we can approach this without him losing his mind!” Jake is laughing and shaking his head. “And everyone else too, this is a pretty big deal.”

“Yeah, we’re having a baby. A real life tiny human, weird right?” She just wants to take the moment in so she closes the laptop and pushes it to the side. He wraps his arms around her waist, hands falling again on her stomach. “I love you so much Jake.”

“I love you so much too.” Jake says, heart eyes ablaze, “And I am so ecstatic, and terrified but I know we’ve got this. We’re a team. Ultra parenting team of geniuses.”

They were really lucky to be where they were, having only been trying for four months. On date night months earlier, Jake had started to telling her how he’d been doing with his therapist. He revealed that in the past weeks they had been discussing his dad issues, but through that he felt ready to try for a baby if she was also ready.

Amy had instantly begun to draft her trying for baby and pregnancy binder out in her head, it had been bliss. There was some interesting attempts when she was ovulating, and weirdly it made their sex life more amazing. Neither thought that was possible.

After months of trying, finally on a Saturday morning, they got around to taking one of their spare pregnancy tests in the bathroom. Missed period, swollen breasts, nausea and almost fainting on duty. They were certain this was it.

Here they are now, on cloud nine of the knowledge of the life forming in her body. “Ames, seriously, you- I’m so happy we’re doing this. You’re gonna be such a great mom, and I never truly thought I could be a dad. But with you, I feel like I can do it all.”

Amy laughs affectionately as she wipes a tear from her face, “I’m so glad I can use pregnancy hormones as an excuse to cry for a while.”

～

It’s just over a month later when people start to get suspicious of Jake and Amy. She struggles to keep the morning sickness under wraps and her temper is a tad out of control at times. Jake checks up on her more than usual, sends her frequent texts. They aren’t so great at the secret keeping thing.

Rosa confronts them first in the break room. “You’re being weird. Why are you weird?”

Amy scoffs, “Weird?”

“Weird? Rosa you’re weird.” Jake adds, chuckling nervously but they’re both such bad liars. His shoulders slump and he looks over at Amy.

“What’s happening?” Rosa sits at the table with them.

“Amy’s pregnant.” Jake admits bashfully, and she’s watching as Rosa’s mouth twitches into a smile.

“That’s dope. Congrats.” Her eyes scan over the both of them, “The weirdness makes a lot of sense.”

“Thanks Rosa.” Amy beams, “You’re going to be such a cool aunt.”

“Tia Rosa. The coolest. And you guys are gonna such great parents.”

“I would ask for a hug but that would be more suspicious.” Jake mumbles quickly, “We need to up our game.”

“Maybe we should just start telling people…” Amy shrugs, “There’s only two weeks until we’re out of the first trimester.”

“Yeah and maybe letting Boyle have his official meltdown over it will help us relax.”

Rosa straight up cackles at that, “On second thought, you might just want to pull a Kylie Jenner, keep it a secret the whole time.”

“Yeah I thought about that but I don’t think it’s possible.” Amy sighs.

“We just gotta rip off the bandaid.” Jake says, “Then once he’s done his freaking out, then we’ll have a nice stern talk about personal space.”

“Good luck mommy and daddy!” Rosa says in a cutesy voice, “That’s just a taste of what you’re in for.”

～

They invite Charles over for dinner a few nights later, and both Jake and Amy were hyped up as if they’re about to tell their parents. He has of course offered to bring dinner, and Amy is hoping there isn’t anything too weird in it because she’d rather not feel nauseous for this. Jake has a copy of their last ultrasound in his pocket, ready to give to Charles.

Minutes before he’s due to arrive, Jake finds Amy in their bathroom brushing her teeth and he can tell that nerves are getting to her. “You feeling okay?” Jake wraps his arm around her, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Yeah, this is exciting.” Amy says after rinsing her mouth, “It’s a long weekend in front of us. Boyle, then Holt tomorrow night -”

“Wait what?” Jake’s eyes pop out of his head. For him, telling Holt is more exciting than his actual dad, a person he’d prefer not to tell.

“Didn’t I tell you we’re going to his house for rice with Kevin tomorrow?”

“Uh, no babe.” Jake is laughing nervously now, turning Amy around so they’re facing each other.

“Oh god , there’s no way I have baby brain already? I’m so sure I told you yesterday!”

“You didn’t even put it on the calendar? This is shocking.” Jake is poking her sides teasingly and she is trying to make a comeback but only weird noises came out of her mouth before they both hear a knock on the door. “Don’t think we’re not talking about this again later.”

Amy rolls her eyes with a smile and goes to greet Charles at the door. His energy from when he walks through the door is just as usual, and once he’s got his lasagne in the oven to warm up he gives them both warm hugs. “You saw us yesterday, Boyle.” Jake reminds him.

“Always too long to hang out with my favourite couple!” Boyle is bouncing on his heels, and Amy is glancing at him curiously as she gets them all drinks.

They all sit down on their couch and Jake immediately has his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Jake is engaged in a conversation about the day he spent with Nikolaj, and the excitement on his face makes her heart swell. She’s reminded of how great of a father Jake is going to be any time they talk about Nikolaj, or when interacting with Iggy or Terry’s kids. For a moment, all of her energy goes towards not crying.

“So we actually invited you for dinner tonight for a reason.” Jake says, intertwining his hand with hers and she can see Boyle shift to the edge of his seat in excitement.

“Besides seeing our favourite co-worker, we do have something to tell you,” Amy declared, “I’m pregnant!”

The noise that came out of Boyle was loud, however much more tame than either of them expected. “I am so happy for you two, you’re going to be such amazing parents,” Charles chokes out, bringing his hand to his face. He’s jumping over and holding them both in his arms. His reaction is, timid, to say the least.

“You figured it out.” Amy sighs, understanding washing over her.

“WHAT NO THIS IS MY GENUINE REACTION!” Boyle screeches. “Okay fine, I figured it out three weeks ago.”

“How?” Jake murmured, Boyle sitting back down next to them, with a soft smile on his face. “Well, first look at you, you’re glowing all the time!” He gushes, “But also I noticed how you’ve been sick, a bit snappy I guess… And you guys aren’t subtle, at all.”

Boyle tells them about seeing them come from the bathroom one morning, and Jake had been smiling and talking about an apparent dentist appointment, but he had remembered that Jake had already been to the dentist that year. “And Amy didn’t look so good so I put two and two together. You forget I’m an unlicensed doula.”

“How can we forget that?” Amy cringes.

“Wow, I’m surprised you didn’t freak out on us like we expected.” Jake laughed, “You fainted when we got engaged.”

“Well, I know pregnancy can be overwhelming. And… I know that I can be a bit much so I wanted to respect Amy’s space and wait until you decided to tell me.”

“Wow, Charles, thank you. I really appreciate that.” Amy’s chin begins to wobble at the thoughtfulness of their friend.

“Plus Genevieve got the brunt of my excitement, there was a lot of crying.” Boyle laughs. “Nikolaj is very excited to have a little cousin!”

Amy chuckles tearfully at this. “Doesn’t he already have heaps of cousins?”

“Yes but none of those cousins is YOUR BABY!” He shrieks again. “AMERICA’S DREAM BABY!”

～

Usually if they’re late, it is most of the time Jake’s fault. But today, they are 12 minutes late to dinner at the Holt and Cozner household. And it was this damn fetus’ fault. Amy had spent the hour previously upchucking her breakfast and lunch, despite having felt fine all day. Jake had insisted they reschedule but she didn’t want to delay sharing the news with her captain, mentor and friend any longer.

Neither of them comment on their lateness, but offer them drinks instead. Jake shakes his head while Amy asks for a water and they settle at their dining table while Kevin serves up their rice into bowls. “I’m really excited for a nice plain meal tonight.” Amy whispered to Jake with a chuckle.

“How have your weekends been, pleasant I hope?” Holt asks, his tone plain but somehow caring.

“Yes we’ve had some nice downtime, and Charles came for dinner last night.” Amy recalled.

As pleasant conversation began between the group; Jake ate his rice quietly, stuck in his own thoughts. He didn’t have any reason to truly be nervous, Holt (and Kevin, really) had been there for there the debate on children almost a year ago now and he had always been supportive of both him and Amy. But still, the importance their captain had in their lives made him excited and nervous in a way he didn’t expect to be. Telling his mom (and dad, he guesses), had been easier and more exciting; this was their first grandchild, so their happiness was contagious. Telling Victor and Camila was a bit nerve wracking, but they were thrilled for the pair of course. Telling Holt and Kevin was the last of the big people to tell before telling the last of their squad. It was scary.

“Jake?” Kevin repeated.

“Jacob?” Holt attempted to get Jake out of his stupor.

“Babe?” Amy’s hand rests on his shoulder, concern etched on her face. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“What’s going on Jake?” Holt questioned sternly.

“Well, we have some news.” Amy announced, her hand falling on his knee as an attempt to settle his nerves. “We’re having a baby!”

The happiness in his wife’s voice snaps him out of it, a smile creeping up onto his face again. “Yep, Amy’s, uh, preggo! Bun in the oven!”

Holt spares a glance at his husband before looking back at Jake and Amy. “Congratulations, Jake and Amy, on the ‘bun in the oven’.” Kevin comments with a small grin on his face. “I’m sure the two of you will make competent parents.”

Holt is quiet for a moment more before he speaks up, “I am so delighted by this news and I’m so proud of how far you’ve come as people. Congratulations.”

Amy sucks in a deep breath as she attempts to fend off the tears once again, and taking a glimpse over at her husband she sees the tears forming in his eyes and back at Holt she sees his lips are pursed in an emotional smile. She gives into her emotions and allows the tears to fall down her cheeks with a laugh. “Thank you.”

Holt stands up out of his chair and walks over to the pair, and when the both of them stand, he embraces them both one by one. None of them are trying to keep the tears in anymore, and once the hug is over Amy pulls the ultrasound copy out of her pocket to show it to him. The smile that appears on his face is so bright, Amy clasps onto Jake’s arm. “Is this a spare copy?” Amy nods, “May I keep this?”

“Yeah anything for their favourite grandpa? Grandaptain?” Jake babbled, “Or whatever.”

“I’m sure Raymond and I would be delighted to be included in your child’s life.” Kevin cuts in for his speechless husband.

“I would love to be their Grandaptain.” Holt chuckles, placing his free hand on Jake’s shoulder.

～

The rest of the announcements go smoothly over the next few weeks. Gina reacts in a cool, Gina-esque way, but later pulls Amy inside to offer genuine advice and tells her how happy she is for them. Terry envelopes them in a giant bear hug before Amy begs to be let go before she pukes all over him. Hitchcock and Scully offer their babysitting services, which they politely decline. Amy’s squad downstairs cheers loudly for her, congratulations echo through the room and she almost cries at the support.

Once the entire precinct is aware, Rosa begins tabling out bets on different aspects of Jake and Amy’s kid. Birthday and gender, being the main ones. “I’m sorry, but Amy has SEVEN brothers. No way it’ll be a girl.” Boyle says as he puts $100 down.

“Wow, okay. Genetics are stupid . It’s going to be a girl.” Rosa has her arms crossed, grinning as both Jake and Amy walk over to them, “What do the parents think? Boy or girl?”

“Seven brothers. Boy doiiii.” Jake drones lightly, his arm snaking around Amy’s wait to rest on the side of the tiny bump that is hidden by her uniform. “It’s literally safest bet to make.”

Amy’s smile is bright as she laughs at her husband, the bets are out of control but half of the bet money is going to them as a squad gift so she can’t complain. She takes out her wallet takes out a $20 bill and puts it down on the bet jar Rosa is holding.

“I think we might be surprised.”

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blackroseaki38 · 6 years ago

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Hide and Go Varian

Rapunzel: Varian! Where are you?

Eugene: Come out, come out where ever you are!

Cassandra: Kid, in the interest of your safety, I would recommend you to come out before my father finds out.

Captain: Before I find out what?

Cassandra: Dad! What . . . are you doing here?

Captain: Well, when I got back to the castle after picking some things in town, I was surprised to see almost all my men looking for something when they should have been working.

Eugene: Really! Why those slackers must have misplaced something!

Rapunzel: Yes! I lose . . . Pascal all the time.

Captain: When I asked what they were looking for, they had no answer for me. All I could tell was that they were more scared of their temporary Captain than me at the moment.

Cassandra: Really! I have no idea why they would be scared of me.

Captain: Honey . . . what's going on.

Cassandra: Well, you know how Varian isn't allowed out of his room without supervision.

Captain: Yes.

Eugene: Angry and Red were visiting him when they snuck him out to Rapunzel's room to play with Pascal.

Rapunzel: And I was okay with Varian without supervision because I was supervising, which is okay, right?

Captain: Sigh. Yes, that is okay if someone else was there with you. Then what happened.

Rapunzel: Angry and Red wanted to play hide and go seek, so I counted to 100 while they hid. I found the girls easily, but . . . we still can't find Varian.

Captain: You mean to tell me Varian is potentially loose in the castle and probably ran away by this time?!

Eugene: Yes. You know, Captain, red really isn't your color. Maybe you should try thinking of calm thoughts. Your complexion would be less like tomato like then.

Captain: Fitzherbert! Please shut your mouth before I get . . . even more tempted to kill you.

Cassandra: Don't worry, Dad! We have all the guards, the Snuggly Duckling Pub thugs, Lance, and a lot of kids looking for him all throughout town.

Rapunzel: Yeah! We'll find him in no time! We got some of the best seekers in town looking for him.

Eugene: That list probably has me on top as #1 Seeker of all Time!

Captain: Well . . . then why aren't you out looking for him!

Eugene: On my way, right now!

Cassandra: Don't worry, dad. We'll make sure he's back in his room soon.

Captain: He better be or else the King will not be happy him if he finds out.

Thirty more minutes later . . .

Eugene: Where can that boy be?!

Lance: Well, now we know never to let Varian play hide 'n go seek ever again. We'll just have to stick to tag.

Eugene: Lance!

Lance: Okay, okay! Freeze tag.

Eugene: Lance! Please stop talking before I'm tempted to kill you.

Cassandra: Wow. Your starting to sound like my dad, Eugene.

Eugene: Your right! Wow! Responsibly sure changed me. I used to be a carefree thief and now . . . I teach the guards how to be sneaky and try to be a good role model for three kids.

Rapunzel: And I love you even more for those reasons. The newer you is just like the old you, but more . . . mature.

Eugene: Well, then I like the new you just as well. You're even more beautiful as you care for your people as their princess.

Rapunzel: Oh, Eugene . . .

Eugene: Rapunzel . . .

Cassandra: Oh, Lance . . . my love!

Lance: Yes, Cassandra, my dearest!

Eugene: Shut up, guys. Your embarrassing Rapunzel.

Lance: Well, then you should have thought of that before you two starting romancing it up in front of us!

Eugene: Lance!

Cassandra: Well, when he's right, he's right.

Rapunzel: Cass!

Lance: Now that we have all expressed our feelings, we can concentrate on finding our little boy!

Eugene: Ah, Lance? You know Varian's not a little kid. And you’re not the best choice to be a parental figure for him.

Lance: So? I can be his big brother! I mean, we're basically already Angry and Red's big brothers, so why not Varian's as well

Eugene: Well, um, . . . then sure. That actually makes some sense, so might as well embrace it.

Lance: Yes! It's official. I'm a big brother. Now, I can officially do brother stuff like give Varian candy and not make him brush his teeth.

Eugene: Um, buddy. I don't think that's how being a big brother works.

Cassandra: Can we concentrate back on finding Varian? Who knows where he is at this point? He's probably escaped.

Rapunzel: Oh, come on, Cass! Varian hasn't tried to escape ever since he was put on castle arrest.

Cassandra: He hasn't tried to escape because Old Corona was full of guards at the time. Now, most of the damage has been fixed. He might have decided to try escaping now.

Eugene: Well, let's get on with finding him before he runs away.

Lance: Yeah! I can't have my new baby brother running away so soon. People will think I scared him off or something.

Cassandra: Are you sure you haven't already scared him off?

Lance: Did you say something, Cass?

Cassandra: Nothing really. Um . . . just talking to myself.

Lance: You should consider not doing that around other people. They'll start thinking you’re crazy.

Cassandra: Thank you for the advice, Lance. By the way, have I ever given you a closer look at my sword?

Eugene: Um, why don't we concentrate on finding Varian before Lance takes a . . . closer look at your very sharp blade.

Cassandra: Sure, if Lance can keep his mouth closed that long.

Rapunzel: Oh! I have an idea! Let's check out the garden! Maybe he's there!

Cassandra: Good idea, Raps. He might try escaping that way.

Rapunzel: Cass! He wouldn't try escaping at all!

An hour later . . .

Eugene: Raps, remind me again why the royal garden is so BIG.

Rapunzel: Eugene, my mom loves plants. You remember how we had breakfast in the garden on her birthday, right?

Eugene: Rrrriiiggghhttt. Of course, I do, dear!

Cassandra: He sure does.

Lance: That long 'right' wasn't because he forgot an important memory.

Eugene: Shut up, you two!

Rapunzel: Did you guys say something?

Eugene: Nope! Pretty sure those were some little birds tweeting and chirping about.

Lance: Yes, two very truthful birdies.

Eugene: Lance!

Rapunzel: Wait, everyone! Be quiet!

Eugene: For what-

Cassandra: Shut up, Eugene!

. . .

Rapunzel: I hear something. Quick! Follow me!

Eugene: Why are we going into my room?!

Lance: You mean our room. Remember? The King didn't trust me . . .

Eugene: I know, Lance!

Lance: . . . so he paired us up and gave us a bigger room to share.

Cassandra: Yeah, why are we in these two idiots’ room.

Rapunzel: Shhhhh! Because of those two.

Eugene: Varian! Oh, thank goodness we found him!

Lance: Awwwwww! He missed us so he went to hide in our room while waiting for us to find him.

Rapunzel: He and Rudiger look so cute like this!

Cassandra: Even I think so.

Eugene: That's great and all, but let's get this kid back to the Captain before he has a stroke, or worse, blames me for this.

Rapunzel: Eugene, why don't we let Varian sleep a bit longer?

Cassandra: Yeah. I'll talk to my father right now.

Lance: And I will cuddle up with Var while you guys do that.

Rapunzel: Aww! No fair! I want to join the cuddlefest as well.

Eugene: If Blondie's joining in, I might as well too.

Cassandra: I'll be back and then I might decide to sit on the bed next to you guys.

Lance: I will go get Angry and Red. They will be so upset if I didn't invite them.

And so, Varian's impromptu game of Hide and Go Seek led them all into having a relaxing after spending the day looking for the wayward alchemist. Maybe next time they can play a nice game of tag instead! Good idea, right? :)

AN: I wrote this in one of my various notebooks a long time ago during work. But, I lost in the chaos of my room. I recently found it and typed up how much I had written. I just got back from work, where I basically worked on another Tangled AU for most of my day, to a home with a pizza party is going on. My dad is horrible drunk, breaking his New Year's revolution like 5+ times already in 2019. He now wants our whole family to go out to Reno, Nevada for his wedding anniversary, but are not considerate about the fact I have work and no one cover me since my co-worker Adrien is leaving the country the day before and my other co-worker Kim is going to be the receptionist that day. Everyone always pressures me to put my on-call job at risk making up reasons to try to get the day off, but no one can cover for me since my two other co-workers work 5 days and week and can not work more than 5 days in a row. Right now, I'm stuck with the family. My back, eyes, and head hurt because of all the loud music playing. I can't go to sleep even if I wanted to since my room is right next to the living room. I feel so stressed all the time, but hopefully posting this chat will make me feel better. Hope you guys like it!

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caps-gal · 6 years ago

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Comfort Food

You opened the lid of the foil and cardboard container to inhale the scent of the spaghetti, your stomach growling loudly as you rode the elevator up to the floor where you worked. You liked how the restaurant didn't use a bunch of plastic and styrofoam for their carryout, too. It was delivered in an open top box and you were encouraged to recycle.

It had been such a shitty day, and this spaghetti was honestly a lifeline.

Drama much, Y/N? your inner bitch asked.

Get fucked, inner bitch, you replied. To yourself.

Coz that's how you were rolling that day.

It had been one of those 'kick-you-in-the-crotch-spit-on-your-neck-fantastic’ kinda days: you had overslept, missed your train, skidded to your cubicle with seconds to spare and no coffee, and then before your computer had completely booted, your phone had rang and you were called into your boss’ office.

You sighed and navigated the cubicle maze, tapping lightly on his closed door.

“Come in!” you heard him call tersely.

Sounded like you weren't the only one having a day. You opened the door gingerly. “You wanted to see me?”

“Um, yeah? Where's my budget report?” he asked snidely.

“Oh!” you said in surprise. “Well, it isn't due until Friday, so it is not finished yet.”

“I need it tomorrow, Y/L/N!” he snapped.

“The meeting isn't until Monday. You asked for it for Friday by noon. I have the email,” you said calmly.

“Well, the meeting was moved up to tomorrow. Apparently Ms. Potts has to go out of the country,” he said in yet another unpleasant tone.

“I was not made aware of a change, Brent,” you said, beginning to lose your calm.

“What am I, your secretary?”

“Of course not, but while we may have gifted people in this building who can read minds, I am not one of them,” you snapped back.

“I would advise you not to take that tone with me,” he sneered. “Now go get busy. I want that report by 8 am.”

You left his office without another word, leaving his door open as a petty, passive/aggressive F.U.

Such was the life of the Office Manager for the Intelligence Analysis Department in Avengers Tower. You had to have low-level clearance to get past the first floor without an escort, but you got kicked around like a soccer ball on a playground because you weren't actually an analyst, you just did everything else in the department. You did draw the line at fetching coffee. You had some standards.

OK, you had a standard.

So you started to frantically compile the salary, expense and discretionary budgets from the current fiscal year, added to that the numerous budget increase requests, additional position requests, training budget -- you were going to be here all night.

And every single person in the department needed something from you desperately and urgently. You were actually considering hiding in a closet with your laptop to try and get things done.

You had a reminder pop up that you had a meeting at one. The day just kept getting better.

You figured you better go and grab your lunch if you wanted to eat before the meeting. You'd be cutting it close as it was, but you hadn't had breakfast so you were already so hungry you were considering eating your own ear wax.

You hurried to the break room to grab your lunch and -- Are ya fuckin’ kidding me? you thought as you stared at the spot where you had placed your lunch. Your lunch that had been clearly labeled as YOUR LUNCH!

You must have had a look of anger and disbelief on your face because a co-worker Randy said, “Lunch thief strike again?”

“Seriously? What the hell? Who steals food that is clearly labeled? And really, does it matter if it has a name on it? DID YOU BRING IT TO WORK? Then don't eat it?” you ranted.

“Sucks,” Randy said. “You'll have to order in or something.”

“I have meetings,” you said with disdain. You sighed deeply and turned to buy a candy bar or something from the vending machine and -- “Oh, come on! Out of order? Really?”

You stomped off to get your computer and a notepad, heading to the meeting early. Maybe there would be muffins.

There were no muffins.

Three hours, two meetings, one bathroom break and no snacks later, you finally returned to your cubicle.

You needed carbs.

Screw it, you thought, pulling up Berluti's website to place a delivery order. You added bread and a bomboloni to the order.

When the security desk called to tell you your food had arrived, you almost cried in relief. You hurried down to pay the delivery person, tipping generously and smiling happily at the guard before returning to the elevator.

It was almost 5, and while most people seemed to be wrapping up for the day as you passed their cubicles and offices, you knew that you still had hours of work ahead of you. Still, you had spaghetti, extra meatballs, soft yummy bread and a decadent dessert. You could do this.

You had spaghetti.

You were walking past the conference room when the door flew open and a man stormed angrily from the room, plowing into you and not even stopping to say a word of apology.

And he knocked your life-saving spaghetti out of your hands. You hadn't closed the lid tightly and it opened and spilled all the way down the front of your clothes to land in a wet plop on your shoes.

You stood there, frozen in place with your jaw slack. Your suit, blouse and shoes were no doubt ruined. There was spaghetti all over the floor around you. You looked around for the bag with your bread and bomboloni and found it behind you, crushed under the foot of your assailant, butter and chocolate smashed out of the bag.

You realized as you dropped to your knees to try and clean up some of the mess that you had started crying. You were covered in food, none of which you could eat, starving, had nothing to change into and couldn't leave until you had finished that stupid report for your stupid boss who couldn't even be bothered to tell you that the meeting had been moved up!

You didn't realize it, but you had been muttering all of this aloud -- your inner monologue had gone rogue -- and outer!

“I have a Bachelor's degree in Accounting, a Master's degree in Public Accounting, am a CPA and a Certified Forensic Accountant and I am doing budget reports for a jackass who can barely write his name!” you continued muttering, not noticing that someone had dropped down and was helping you clean up.

You finally saw hands through your tears when yours bumped into one. You gasped and looked up and into the bluest eyes you had ever seen.

“Oh, shit,” you whispered. “I am so sorry, Captain Rogers, Sir.”

He smiled at you and said gently, “Don't worry about it. That Senator didn't like what he heard in the meeting. I'm just sorry you got caught in the crossfire, as it were.”

You scooped up the worst of the mess and started to get to your feet and Rogers jumped to his to offer you his also spaghetti-covered hand. “Thanks,” you said quietly, bending to pick up the mess and the bag of ruined bread and pastry, hiccuping a sob at the lost bomboloni.

“I'll call maintenance to come and clean up the rest,” Captain Rogers said.

“Thank you, Captain Rogers. I appreciate your help, really,” you said with a watery, tremulous smile.

“You seem like you're having a really bad day,” he said gently.

You shook your head slowly. “Nothing compared to what you deal with. Just being a whiner.”

He smiled kindly. “Did I hear you say you didn't have a change of clothes?”

You nodded. “Probably. I didn't even realize that my internal griping had gone external. Sorry.”

He held his hands up in a warding motion. “Not mad! Just wondered if you want to come up and get cleaned up and I'll find you something to wear.”

“That's really nice, but I doubt we shop in the same department,” you replied.

He laughed and he held out his hand. “I'm Steve, by the way.”

You shook his spaghetti-covered hand and said, “Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir. Though tidier and less humiliating circumstances would have been my preference.”

“Ah, none of that 'Sir’ stuff! Call me Steve.”

“Oh,” you said, surprise. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Gotta work on that,” he said with a laugh. “Come on.”

He stopped at a desk to ask someone to call maintenance to clean up the pasta mess and then led you to the elevator, asking Friday to take you to the residence level.

“You can clean up in my room and I'll go see if Nat or Wanda have anything you can borrow,” he said as he led you through a comfortable common area.

“Oh, ah,” you began.

“Don't worry, he's the original Boy Scout,” a female voice reassured you.

“Ah, Nat, I was going to see if you could help out. Y/N is an intelligence analyst and had a pasta mishap when I upset Senator Lawton and he ran her over in the hallway.”

“I'm not an analyst --” you began.

“Come with me,” she said. “We'll get you taken care of.”

Steve watched you walk away with Nat and could not take his eyes off you. He didn't know what it was about you, but he had seen you around the building and had no reason to speak to you so he had 'pined from afar,’ as Bucky was fond of telling him.

He pulled the receipt from your dinner from his pocket. He had grabbed it from your trash so that he could replace your order. It was only fair since the Senator had been pissed off by his refusal to toe the line.

It had nothing to do with him having a crush on you since you had beaten him to help a little girl that had been separated from her caregiver and knocked over by a careless bike messenger. You had been so kind and sweet to the child, soothing her tears and helping her to find her grandmother. He had wanted to talk to you that day but what could he have said?

Being Captain America had not given him game, as Sam was so fond of telling him.

So he had creeped on you, as Nat was fond of telling him.

He got out his phone and ordered from Berluti's, taking a shot and ordering double the food, hoping you would invite him to join you.

“So,” Nat began, “how long have you known Steve?”

“Oh, I don't know him. I mean, I know him but I don't know him. I know who he is, but I've never spoken to him before. He's just being nice.”

“Well, our Steve is a nice guy,” she agreed as she opened the door to her room and walked in.

“I’ll take your word for it. His persona seems nice, but I would imagine that none of you can be understood just from news stories and press conferences,” you answered as you followed her into her room. It was decorated much more softly than you would have expected in soothing tones with lots of pillows and comfy furniture. “Like I would have expected you to be all clean lines and metal and modern art from your public persona. But this is a really warm, inviting place.”

“Thank you! And you're right about most of us, but Steve -- he really is that good. He has a stubborn streak a mile wide, but he's a good man,” she said, sounding pleased. “So, how long have you been an intelligence analyst?”

“Oh, I'm not! Captain Rogers must have misunderstood. I'm just the office manager,” you were quick to point out, not wanting anyone to think you were misrepresenting yourself.

“Really? But you're a forensic accountant. Why wouldn't they utilize your abilities?” she asked, sounding shocked.

“How do you know that?” you asked in surprise.

“I make it my business to know about the people that come into this building every day. And you're the only forensic accountant in the building. Why don't they have you working money angles?”

“Preaching to the choir, sis,” you answered without thinking, then gasped and covered your mouth when she laughed.

“There we go,” Nat said. “Was starting to think you didn't have any spirit.”

“He tries hard, but Brent hasn't broken it completely,” you sighed.

“Well, I don't like the fact that we have an asset being wasted,” she said, sounding perturbed.

You shrugged. “I am but a cog,” you said with a laugh as she handed you some workout clothes.

“Will these be OK?” she asked.

“Yeah, they'll be amazing. I do not want to sit in spaghetti all night. Especially since I'm starving! Smelling it all night would be torture.”

“If you want to wash up there are towels and wash cloths in the linen closet in the bathroom,” she said.

“You are a goddess!” you gushed. “Thank you so much.”

“Just don't let Thor hear you say that!” she said with a chuckle.

You smiled and went in to clean up and Nat pulled out her phone.

Nat: OK Operation Get Steve the Girl is go. I'm talking to her and she's a delight

Bucky: Whoa! Details!

Sam: Damn, does Steve know?

Nat: Yeah, he finally got the opportunity to Prince Charming her

Nat: We'll meet up after she leaves

You came out of the bathroom then and said, “I love Berluti's but damn it feels good not to be wearing it! Seriously, thank you so much. I'll wash these and get them back to you as soon as I can.”

“Oh, no hurry. But maybe we could hang out some time? Wanda's always with Vis and Pepper is always just gone. It's be nice to have another woman around in this sausage fest, y'know?”

“Pepper! Potts! Oh I need to get my report done. But I would love to hang out! Wanna grab lunch or something this weekend?” you asked with a smile as you headed out the door.

“That sounds great! I know where to find you, I'll come by and steal you for lunch soon.”

“Sounds amazing! Thanks again, this is so nice of you!”

You hurried back to your desk, worry about your report catching up with you. And, holy shit you were hungry. You got busy gathering the data that you needed for the report. You had begun the process but since you thought you had three more days before you had to turn it in for Brent to take credit for, you had worked on it in between other duties rather than focusing entirely on it.

You had been busily typing, entering figures, creating tables, typing in HR codes to position requests, and generally making the report bulletproof. Brent didn't keep you as his underling because he liked you; you were very good at your job.

Your stomach started grumbling again. You looked down and said aloud, “Look, you just need to be quiet. I know you're hungry but there's no food until we finish this report for the Jackass.” Then you started to go back to work and thought you smelled Berluti's. “Oh my God, can I be so hungry I'm hallucinating smells?”

Steve stood a few feet behind you, caught between sighing like a teenage boy with a crush and giggling at the way you talked to yourself. He cleared his throat gently and watched you spin around, hand on your chest in surprise.

“Sorry!” he said, holding up his hands once again in a non-threatening pose, one hand holding a bag of take-out.

“Oh! Captain R -- Steve,” you said when he raised an eyebrow.

He smiled at you then at the use of his name. “Hey, since it was kind of my fault that you had to absorb your dinner through your skin,” you chuckled at that and he smiled at the warm sound, “I thought I'd replace it.”

“Oh my God, you did? I think I'm in love!” you said as you hopped up from your chair. “Yummm I feel like Pepe Le Pew floating along after a scent. Except mine is Berluti's.”

Steve laughed and said, “Let me just separate out my order from yours.”

“Oh, you got some, too?” you asked.

“Yeah, it just smelled so good.”

“Do -- do you wanna eat with me in the break room?” you asked hesitantly. “I mean you're probably busy --”

“No! I mean yes! I mean, I'm not busy. I'd love to have dinner with you,” he said with a shy smile. Rogers, you are such a dork!

“Well, that sounds like the best thing to happen to me all...year,” you said, returning his shy smile.

Nat, Sam and Bucky watched the two of you on a security camera monitor, popcorn in hand.

“She's as hopeless as he is,” Sam said, tossing some popcorn into his mouth.

“Nobody’s as hopeless as he is,” Bucky said, shoveling some popcorn into his own face.

“I think they're cute,” Nat said with a smile, switching the camera over to the break room. “And I hope they hit it off, because I like her.”

“You just want another girl around,” Bucky accused. “You already outnumber us.”

“Only in IQ points, Barnes.”

“Ouch,” Sam hissed. “Turn the sound up. Let's see if he nudges her a meatball with his nose.”

So his three best friends watched the two of you have dinner and awkward conversation together, delighting in Steve's painful chit chat topics and your equally gawky rejoinders.

It was magical.

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Just Practice (M) ✎ @lamourche ✎ The second time you hook up with Jung Hoseok, he doesn't remember the first time. You're surprised. It was only a few weeks ago, and you were in a broom closet. That has to be different, right? (Well, not really, you'll learn.)

Photographs (you’re taking now)(M) ❀ ✎ @bangtan-sonyeondanope ✎ Snapshots taken from her life, her child’s, his life and his child’s. From happiness to grief, the path that took two broken pieces to form one bigger, kind-of-whole picture.

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Syndicate (M) ✎ @jungkookiebus ✎ Your husband is the biggest arms dealer in Korea. It’s the night of the President’s Ball and a pre-planned hit on top government officials while Jimin is separated from you. Using what Jimin taught you, you successfully escape the resort and make it home to an empty house. It’s not too long after that a panicked Jimin finds you at home and shows you just how thankful he is that you’re safe.

The Fuckening (M) ✎ @underthejoon ✎ Jimin falls for the cute girl in his class. One who’s just as big of a tease as he is.

Star Light, Star Bright (M) ✎ @readyplayerhobi ✎ Life has not gone exactly how Park Jimin imagined, and yet he can’t possibly imagine his life any different to what it is now. After six hard and stressful years, he’s now the happy owner of a degree along with being the proud dad of his little girl. But what happens when he meets you and his life is tipped upside down once more?

Physical (M) ✎ @ppersonna ✎ you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

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TIME BUDGETING

April 22, 1949

“Time Budgeting” (aka “George and His Trained Seals”) is episode #40 of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on April 22, 1949 on the CBS radio network.

Synopsis ~ George is so fed up with Liz's being late for everything that he puts her on a strict schedule.

Note ~ This script was the basis for “Lucy’s Schedule” (ILL S1;E33) filmed on April 18, 1952, and first aired on May 26, 1952. Directed by Marc Daniels. Written by Jess Oppenheimer, Madelyn Pugh, and Bob Carroll, Jr.

“My Favorite Husband” was based on the novels Mr. and Mrs. Cugat, the Record of a Happy Marriage (1940) and Outside Eden (1945) by Isabel Scott Rorick, which had previously been adapted into the film Are Husbands Necessary? (1942). “My Favorite Husband” was first broadcast as a one-time special on July 5, 1948. Lucille Ball and Lee Bowman played the characters of Liz and George Cugat, and a positive response to this broadcast convinced CBS to launch “My Favorite Husband” as a series. Bowman was not available Richard Denning was cast as George. On January 7, 1949, confusion with bandleader Xavier Cugat prompted a name change to Cooper. On this same episode Jell-O became its sponsor. A total of 124 episodes of the program aired from July 23, 1948 through March 31, 1951. After about ten episodes had been written, writers Fox and Davenport departed and three new writers took over – Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and head writer/producer Jess Oppenheimer. In March 1949 Gale Gordon took over the existing role of George’s boss, Rudolph Atterbury, and Bea Benaderet was added as his wife, Iris. CBS brought “My Favorite Husband” to television in 1953, starring Joan Caulfield and Barry Nelson as Liz and George Cooper. The television version ran two-and-a-half seasons, from September 1953 through December 1955, running concurrently with “I Love Lucy.” It was produced live at CBS Television City for most of its run, until switching to film for a truncated third season filmed (ironically) at Desilu and recasting Liz Cooper with Vanessa Brown.

MAIN CAST

Lucille Ball (Liz Cooper) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon.

Richard Denning (George Cooper) was born Louis Albert Heindrich Denninger Jr., in Poughkeepsie, New York. When he was 18 months old, his family moved to Los Angeles. Plans called for him to take over his father’s garment manufacturing business, but he developed an interest in acting. Denning enlisted in the US Navy during World War II. He is best known for his roles in various science fiction and horror films of the 1950s. Although he teamed with Lucille Ball on radio in “My Favorite Husband,” the two never acted together on screen. While “I Love Lucy” was on the air, he was seen on another CBS TV series, “Mr. & Mrs. North.” From 1968 to 1980 he played the Governor on “Hawaii 5-0″, his final role. He died in 1998 at age 84.

Bea Benadaret (Iris Atterbury) was considered the front-runner to be cast as Ethel Mertz but when “I Love Lucy” was ready to start production she was already playing a similar role on TV’s “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show” so Vivian Vance was cast instead. On “I Love Lucy” she was cast as Lucy Ricardo’s spinster neighbor, Miss Lewis, in “Lucy Plays Cupid” (ILL S1;E15) in early 1952. Later, she was a success in her own show, “Petticoat Junction” as Shady Rest Hotel proprietress Kate Bradley. She starred in the series until her death in 1968.

Benadaret had not yet become a series regular, but plays the role she would assume as Iris Atterbury.

Gale Gordon does not appear in this episode. He had not yet been signed as a regular cast member in the role of Rudolph Atterbury, which is here played by Hans Conried. Coincidentally, however, he is the actor who will play Ricky’s boss, Alvin Littlefield, in “Lucy’s Schedule” on “I Love Lucy” and would eventually speak most of the dialogue here taken by Hans Conried as Mr. Atterbury.

Ruth Perrott (Katie, the Maid) was also later seen on “I Love Lucy.” She first played Mrs. Pomerantz (above right), a member of the surprise investigating committee for the Society Matrons League in “Pioneer Women” (ILL S1;E25), as one of the member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress” (ILL S3;E3), and also played a nurse when “Lucy Goes to the Hospital” (ILL S2;E16). She died in 1996 at the age of 96.

Bob LeMond (Announcer) also served as the announcer for the pilot episode of “I Love Lucy”. When the long-lost pilot was finally discovered in 1990, a few moments of the opening narration were damaged and lost, so LeMond – fifty years later – recreated the narration for the CBS special and subsequent DVD release.

GUEST CAST

Hans Conried (Rudolph Atterbury, George’s Boss) first co-starred with Lucille Ball in The Big Street (1942). He then appeared on “I Love Lucy” as used furniture man Dan Jenkins in “Redecorating” (ILL S2;E8) and later that same season as Percy Livermore in “Lucy Hires an English Tutor” (ILL S2;E13) – both in 1952. The following year he began an association with Disney by voicing Captain Hook in Peter Pan. On “The Lucy Show” he played Professor Gitterman in “Lucy’s Barbershop Quartet” (TLS S1;E19) and in “Lucy Plays Cleopatra” (TLS S2;E1). He was probably best known as Uncle Tonoose on “Make Room for Daddy” starring Danny Thomas, which was filmed on the Desilu lot. He joined Thomas on a season 6 episode of “Here’s Lucy” in 1973. He died in 1982 at age 64.

At this point in the series, the role of Rudolph Atterbury had not yet been assumed by Gale Gordon.

EPISODE

Announcer: “As we look in on the Coopers tonight, we find a familiar domestic drama taking place. They’re invited to the Atterbury’s for dinner. George is standing in the downstairs hall, fully dressed, with his top coat on. Liz is upstairs going through an ancient ritual known to wives as getting ready to go out, and known to husbands as ‘what do they do up there that takes so long?’. Right now George is looking at his watch for the eleventh time.”

George gets tired of waiting and goes upstairs to discover that she’s still in her slip. He reminds her that the Atterburys like them to be on time. Liz still hasn’t even chosen an outfit. George gets frustrated waiting for Liz. Just as she’s getting close to ready, she smears her nail polish and has to start all over again.

LIZ: “I’ll be ready in a minute, dear!”

When she finally gets ready, she discovers him sitting on the bed in his shorts. He has turned the tables on Liz.

GEORGE: “I’ll be ready in a minute, dear!”

Liz and George pull up to the Atterbury home. They are starving, but luckily George sees them in the living room and thinks they haven’t eaten yet. George and Liz makes apologies for their lateness.

They discover that the Atterburys’ have already eaten. Iris (Bea Benadaret) says they prepared pork chops knowing it was Liz’s favorite. Rudolph describes the meal in mouth-watering detail. While Liz would love their maid to prepare her a plate, George insists they have already eaten while waiting for the car to be fixed.

While Liz and George try to make casual conversation, Liz wolfs down all their after-dinner mints and starts on their fruit bowl. They foursome decide to go to the movies. Liz isn’t particular about which picture, as long as they sell popcorn. Mr. Atterbury suggests a film at the Strand: Chicken Every Sunday!

LIZ: “Oh, noooo!”

Chicken Every Sunday premiered on January 18, 1949. It starred Dan Dailey and Celeste Holm, and featured Roy Roberts (Mr. Cheever) and in an uncredited role, Frank J. Scannell (Buffo the Clown).

When they get home, George and Liz clean out the ice box, waking up Katie the Maid by their feasting. Katie has put a bowl of her hair wave treatment in the fridge, but Liz has devoured it thinking it was custard.

LIZ: “Look at us, Katie. Which stomach has the Toni?”

Liz is punning on the popular ad campaign of Toni Home Permanents: “Which Twin has the Toni?” The campaign was so overwhelmingly successful, that the phrase could often be found in pop culture, like “My Favorite Husband!” Liz also joked about the slogan three episodes earlier in “April Fools Day” (episode #37) as well as in “Young Matrons League Tryouts” (episode #11).

George is still mad at Liz for making them late and embarrassing him about dinner. He insists that she start budgeting her time, just like she budgets her money. Well, like normal people budget money.

GEORGE: “I’ll make up a chart for you. Fifteen minutes for this, half an hour for that, ten minutes for something else.” LIZ: “I’ll need more than ten minutes for something else.”

The next day, the schedule is posted on the kitchen door, but Katie is not eager to be told when to do what. That night, dinner is on the table promptly at six o’clock. She serves George dinner and breakfast simultaneously to save time the next morning.

A week later, Liz is thrilled that the time schedule has worked. Liz wants to spend all the free time she has saved smooching with her favorite husband.

Next day, Mr. Atterbury tells George that the fourth Vice President of the bank is leaving to become a school teacher. He has George in mind for the open position, but is reluctant considering is tardiness at dinner. George says he’s fixed the problem, and has Liz and Katie hopping around like trained seals. He invites Mr. Atterbury over for dinner to prove it. Mr. Atterbury is eager to show his wife that a home can be run on a schedule, so he accepts.

Meanwhile, at the Cooper home, Liz gets a visit from Iris, who is appalled to discover that Liz is indeed using a schedule. Iris calls Liz a ‘Benedict Arnold’ for being a traitor to women everywhere.

Benedict Arnold (1741-1801) was a general during the American Revolutionary War, who fought for the American Continental Army, and later famously defected to the British Army. The name Benedict Arnold quickly became a byword for treason or betrayal. This comparison is also included in the television version of the script, but spoken by Mrs. Littlefield. In 1965′s “Lucy the Disc Jockey” (TLS S3;E26), Lucy is angry that Mr. Mooney has also entered (and won) a radio contest after he said it was silly. She calls him a “banking Benedict Arnold.”

Iris says that George is going around the bank saying he has her running around like a trained seals. This doesn’t sit well with Liz, who tears up the time charts and tells Iris that she is going to make it a dinner to remember.

LIZ: “Trained seals of the world unite.”

At dinner that evening, Liz rushes Mr. Atterbury through small talk, and right to the dinner table, claiming she must keep to schedule. Soup is served, and quickly un-served as Katie clears the plates before anyone can get a spoonful in their mouths.

Mr. Atterbury finds a shirt button in his water glass. Liz explains that she’s washing the dishes and clothes together. Katie serves a frozen roast and George finally has had enough. Mr. Atterbury says that George has the new job. George admits he’s been to strict, and Liz is glad to be a trained seal married to a fourth Vice President!

#My Favorite Husband #Lucille Ball #Richard Denning #Bea Benaderet #Gale Gordon #Ruth Perrott #Radio #CBS #I Love Lucy #Lucy's Schedule #Bob LeMond #Hans Conried #Benedict Arnold #Toni Twins #Chicken Every Sunday

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Bookends, Part 10

The typical morning on the Ghost dawned quiet and dim, with the same caf, the same holos, the same steel interior. Everything was gray or brown, down to the black caf in each crewmember’s mug. The morning after he professed his love for Hera, Kanan had a much more colorful outlook on life. He downplayed it as much as he could to toe the line of proper behavior on the ship. He even let Hera leave her quarters first, when he really wanted to walk with her hand in hand, pull out her chair, pour her caf, shower her with Malreaux roses, among other nauseating gestures.

She greeted him with a smile and a salutation, much better than the previous weeks of strained relations. When he settled down next to her for caf and holo viewing, he couldn’t help himself. He went to put his arm around Hera’s shoulder and got as far as her upper arm before she blocked the gesture. She refused by gently guiding his hand down to rest in his lap. His eyes flicked over to Zeb, who was already seated when Kanan came in and nodded his greeting before going back to his drink and the holonews.

Kanan accepted what Hera gave him. It wasn’t the time or the place. Until it was. With Zeb occupied and Kanan conceded to withholding, Hera surprised the hell out of him with her hand on his knee under the table, rising higher up his leg, slowly moving up the inseam of his work trousers. Another quick, sneaky look, this time to his other side where Hera sat, her other hand on her mug while her free hand worked her way up to his zipper. She gave it a quick little tug, not enough to move it down, then pulled her hand back up above the table to grip her mug in both hands.

“We have a lot of work to catch up on,” she told her crew after finishing off the caf with a big gulp. “It’s good to have you back, Kanan.” She departed to get started on the day’s work and left Kanan with fewer answers about her than before.

Hera was usually the subject of the thoughts in the back of his mind throughout the day: during work, before falling asleep, after waking up, sometimes even during meditation. He and Zeb spent most of their day schlepping heavy pieces of scrap metal promised to a droid repair shop on Tebru. Hera helped them sort through the materials in the cargo hold, informing them she owed the proprietor a long overdue favor. “I’ve never seen anyone so happy about a pile of rusted junk,” she said.

Hard labor wasn’t enough to push Hera out of his mind. He barely heard what Zeb had to say, when they weren’t grunting and breathing heavy through hefting the irregular, unwieldy shapes of metal. Something about challenging him to holochess after their evening meal, maybe. Kanan couldn’t get past Hera shutting him down in one beat and in the next being unable to keep her hands to herself. It annoyed him as much as it turned him on. So much had changed for them, literally overnight. And yet, more of the same as he continued his fight for her attention.

Kanan avoided both Hera and Zeb during the mid-day break. He chose to stay with the scraps in the cargo hold. His water jug and an impossible amount of dust from the old dirty parts were his only companions as he pondered his current state. He rested with his back propped up against a bulkhead and tilted his head up with his eyes closed. He could meditate anywhere and at any time. He had to master that skill as a man on the run, first as a teenager all the way through to adulthood. Meditation didn’t provide answers about Hera. Loving her was a brand new ballgame, much more than what he had in the past with anyone else. With no frame of reference for love and what came along with it, he knew one thing: he had a lot more to give than copping a feel under the breakfast table.

The remainder of the work day crawled by. Metal sorted and delivered to Hera’s merchant friend with a smile and hug between the two, and a small bag disappearing into Hera’s oversized cloak wrapped up the day’s job. Kanan would know the clacking of credits together anywhere. “I thought you said you owed him a favor,” he said to Hera as she folded her cloak on board the Ghost.

“I did,” she said, fixing her eyes on him. “But he owed me money and we were broke.” She swiped her hand on his chest to brush away leftover rust debris from working in the cargo hold. He welcomed her touch every time, even if it was just to clean him up a bit. His hand fit over her smaller hand almost entirely as he pressed hers to his chest. If he hadn’t been a walking dust cloud, he would have swept her up in his arms. She wriggled out of his grip after only a few seconds.

At least this time she didn’t snap back at him. She just shook her head briefly and told him to get cleaned up. Kanan added up the score from everything that happened over the last night and day as he freshened up. Hera’s reluctance around him still hurt, almost as much as the cut he opened up on his jawline when shaving the extra beard growth. He looked himself over in the mirror, pressing down on the cut to curb the bleeding. Thankful to be back in the land of the living after the nightmare near Laramus base, Kanan did not give in to complacency. He’d taken his lumps to get to Hera. The symbolic knick stood for more of the same in his future if it meant being with her.

In Kanan’s absence, Hera had avoided looking over at the vacant co-pilot’s chair while flying. The picture of the seat without Kanan started a swirl of worry and despair in the pit of her stomach. Something in her smile showed bittersweet when Kanan took his regular place beside her. “What,” he asked. “I clean up nice, don’t I?”

Hera had to admit he was right. In clean clothes with a trimmed beard, he was back to his vibrant self and handsome as ever. Since he put everything on the table, she could let her looks linger over him. As long as she’d set a course and nobody else was watching. Chopper had a pesky habit for snooping. She wasn’t about to submit to the judgement of an astromech droid.

“How are you feeling,” she asked after Kanan had settled into his chair and refrained from quipping something else ridiculous back to her. She could have answered that question herself after spending the night with him and watching him lug heavy scrap metal around all day. He was fine, in more ways than one.

Kanan bit back the automatic response, the one that would assure her he was better than ever, but he couldn’t lie to her. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore either. Every time she put her hands on him, her touch lingered long after she left him behind. Her warmer temperature and softer skin were just surface delights. She set his entire world on fire from the very beginning on Gorse, and the flame only grew from there. With nowhere else to go, he took a leap of faith on her, despite the uncertainty of her being there to catch him.

“I want to talk about us,” he said. His search for the right words felt like an agonizing eternity, matched only by Hera’s reticence to answer.

“I mean, are you hurt,” she said finally, in a quiet voice. She wouldn’t look at him for any amount of credits in the world. Her cheeks flushed and her pulse jumped a few hundred beats in seconds.

“I am hurt,” he said. “I just want to be close to you and--”

She pushed out a sigh so heavy she nearly clouded the windshield in front of her. “I can’t do this,” she said. Stonewalling him, but she stayed in the captain’s chair. It was an opening and he had to take it. For himself, and for her.

“Hera, just give me ten damn minutes,” he said. He’d never spoken to her in such a harsh manner. They’d had fights and bickered and exchanged heated words, but this was the first time he’d slipped and cussed at her. Even a mild curse was enough to throw her off. She looked over at him for a moment, his hands out in front of him in an emphatic pleading gesture. If the cockpit were big enough, he would have been on his knees in front of her.

“I love you,” he said. “I love you and I want to be with you and that’s it.”

“Kanan, I told you we can’t do this here,” she said.

“What? Is is because of Zeb?” She shook her head, but Kanan was already off to the races. “Hey, Zeb,” he called behind the cockpit.

“Yeah?” Zeb’s voice came from somewhere behind a bulkhead.

“Can you give us some privacy? Hera and I need to talk about a few things.” She gave him a look that blared you have got to me kidding me as he and Zeb shouted back and forth.

“All right,” Zeb said. “I’ll go count bolts with Chopper.” Kanan let for a few silent seconds go by before he turned back to Hera. “Now it’s just you and me.”

“So then, talk,” she said. She flipped the autopilot switch on, a symbolic gesture that told Kanan he had her attention, as much as she resisted the conversation she knew was coming. From the time she woke up alone in her bed after screwing Kanan, she had a sinking feeling she’d end up screwing herself. Feelings were a son of a bitch.

“I have been talking,” he said. “I’m the one doing all the talking here. I don’t know anything about how you feel. You come into my room in the middle of the night to fuck and then you leave. You want to feel me up under the coffee table but you won’t even let me hold your hand. I know I put a lot on you by saying the love thing but I don’t want or expect anything extra from you. I don’t need you to say you love me back. I just want to know that you could love a guy like me.”

With her arms crossed tight over her chest and body sunk back into the pilot’s chair, she looked smaller to him. Like she was a lothcat trying to flatten itself to avoid danger. “I didn’t bring you here for that,” she said.

“Hold on, now,” he said. “You didn’t bring me anywhere. I came here because you invited me. That’s the problem. You think about us separately. It’s you and me, never you and me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He sighed and readjusted himself in the chair. “I’m worried that you’ll never be able to make room for me in your life. Not just the guy you fly around the galaxy with. Someone to share your life with.”

She shook her head again. “You know what my life is about,” she said. “And you knew it when you came on board.”

“But don’t you want more than that?” His words and the nakedly earnest look in his eyes made a breath catch in her throat.

“I don’t think about it,” she said in a thick voice, like she was fighting tears.

“That’s total Bantha shit,” he said. “I see so much more when you look at me. You light up when you’re around me. Well, when I’m not pissing you off.”

“You’re pretty good at that.” The tears shone in her eyes but didn’t fall. There was no pink blanket to comfort her. Kanan knew what he had to do.

“It’s a lot to ask of you,” he said. “It’s a lot to ask of me, too. I have no idea what I’m doing. I had to unlearn 15 years of Jedi training just to figure out what to do with myself around a woman. I’m still trying to figure out the feelings part.” Now he felt the hot mist stinging in his eyes. “I do know that I can’t wait for another gang to beat the shit out of me to bring us closer again. If we’re going to be together it’s because we’re working this out. Together.”

“I’m really scared,” she whispered. “I’ve never said that out loud to anyone, ever. I just put my head down and keep going.” She looked over at him and he waved her to join him in the chair. She didn’t move. He could feel her energy changing by the minute as they traded what they hid deep inside their hearts. She was almost there. “Out of everyone I’ve met, I thought you would understand the most.”

“I get it,” he said. “I know you. It’s why I fell in love with you. I’m trying to tell you I’ll take you and everything that comes with it.”

“Kanan,” she said, exhaling a shaky breath. “I do love you. I never meant to make you doubt it. I just don’t know what to do with it.”

“Hell if I know, love,” he said. “I want us to figure it out together.” She bit her lip and hugged her arms closer to her chest. “Will you just get over here already?”

“Almost,” she said.

“You’re thinking about how being with me could comprise the mission,” he said.

“Hey,” she said, suddenly sharp. “I told you not to use the Force on me.”

He shrugged. “I swear to you, I’m not doing it on purpose,” he said. “It’s not something I can turn off. I can’t help but pick up on your energy right now. You’re practically on fire over there.” She tried to glare at him but the heavy emotions in the cramped cockpit turned her mean expression softer. “I don’t need the Force to know what’s important to you. I just know you now.”

“What do you think you know about me?” She’d asked the same question at the bar near Laramus. This time, it wasn’t an accusatory jab back at him. He was making a play for her heart; he needed to move the ball closer to the goal.

“I know that you’re strong and powerful and independent,” he said. “I know you don’t need me. I know you’re not looking for a boyfriend. Now I know that you love me.” He shrugged again.

“Kanan,” she said, much softer now. “It’s hard for me to think about things I want. But I want you.” What she’d said in their late night liaisons and clandestine touches finally came clear to him. “I can’t make promises--”

“I don’t need promises,” he said. “Here’s what I want. I want to wake up next to you, pour your caf in the morning, pull out your chair, hold your hand...and I need to know the story about the lamp.”

When she laughed the tears finally escaped from her eyes. “Damn,” she said, swiping at the tears coursing down her cheeks.

“I need to make a promise to you,” Kanan said. “I’m not going anywhere. For as long as you’ll have me, I’m right here.” Now he had her attention. She focused on him and let the tears fall in silence. “If I leave, I’m coming back. Or I’m taking you with me. You took me as I was, when I was a godforsaken mess. You got me.”

That was what it took to get her out of the pilot’s chair. She settled into his lap and into his embrace. Her tears dribbled down his neck as he pulled her closer. “Don’t tell anyone,” she said.

“About the crying,” he asked.

“Any of it,” she said. “It’s nobody’s business.”

He reached out a cautious hand to comfort her, remembering her warnings about lekku. It took an enormous amount of restraint for him to pat one lek. He must have done something right, because she burrowed into the crook between his arm and chest to get even closer to him. What a profound streak of luck for a formerly calamitous vagabond. He finally said all the right things, made all the right moves, and got the girl. He knew better than to let up now. He had promises to keep to her on top of dismantling the Empire piecemeal. Everything he asked for would come at a price. It would have to be paid another day. He handed the rest of his day and night over to Hera.

“You got it, love.”

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