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renaxwrites · 5 years ago

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Eleven

.02 - Ready to Run

synopsis: the number Eleven had always appeared in milestones of your life. it was a constant, and you didn’t know why. but you would soon find out when you study abroad in japan and meet Him.

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

warnings: none!

masterlist: here :)

a/n: hey y’all! I decided to give tsukishima’s mom a name, just to give her more familiarity for the story. I stuck with the ‘moon’ name theme, so her name is mizuki, meaning ‘beautiful moon’ or ‘water moon’. also, English will be in bold. btw, see if you can spot the lil meme ;) I hope you guys enjoy <3

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There’s a lightning in your eyes I can’t deny. Then there’s me inside a sinking boat, running out of time.

“We have now landed at our final destination, Japan. Please make sure to gather all of your belongings. Thank you for choosing to fly with us, we hope you have a wonderful rest of your day.”

Antsy, you jump up impatiently, cursing yourself for choosing the window seat, having to now wait a god-awful two more minutes to leave the plane.

Eventually, crisp, non-artificial and suffocating air blows your through hair as you rush outside to flag down a taxi to take you up north. The drive wasn’t too long, which was too bad. The journey to Miyagi prefecture was breathtaking, with mountains, scenery and all. Soon you stand outside a gorgeous residence with a quaint cherry blossom tree in the front.

You let out a quick sigh, and play with your locket, hoping to not let your nerves get the best of you as you walk up to the door. For some reason, knocking on doors and ringing doorbells and such made you nervous, so the second you step up to the door, you say a quick prayer, muster up all the courage you could, and are about to knock, when a pretty, blonde-ish woman greets you with a flourish.

“Welcome! We’re so excited to meet you! Here, let me help with your things, you’ve probably had a long trip…”

“Thank you,” you bow quickly before the two of you start hauling in your luggage.

“My name is Tsukishima Mizuki, but please, call me Mizuki, if you’re comfortable enough. I hope you don’t mind, it’s just me in here for the time being. I actually took time off of work so I can be here when you arrived! I have two sons, so I’ll admit it’ll be a nice change to have a girl in our company,” she laughs. Her warm, light-hearted laugh was enough to put you at ease and let down your guard.

“Thank you,” you say again. “My name is (y/l/n)(y/n), but call me (y/n).” You offer a small smile.

“Well, (y/n), I’m so glad you’re able to stay with us.” She leads you over to the dining area so the two of you can sit. “I can’t say I’ve ever met anyone from the U.S... I’ve always wondered what it was like over there...so I apologize in advance if I pester you with questions, haha! Sorry, sometimes I’m super curious about other cultures, so please let me know if I’m ever invading your space, then I’ll zip my lips!” Mizuki makes a motion of zipping her lips shut, then puts her imaginary key in her pocket.

You chuckle. “I don’t mind at all. I’m actually curious about culture over here as well. That’s part of why I chose to study over here!”

Mizuki ‘unzips’ her lips and forms a small ‘o’ in surprise. “Ohhh! How exciting! So, if you don’t mind me asking, did you study the language before you arrived? You speak Japanese very well! And that reminds me, you’re from the US, so you can speak English also, right?” she clearly is excited to get to know you, and the longer you converse with her, the more you feel comfortable.

“Well, my mother is Japanese, so she taught me the language. My dad was born and raised in America, so yeah, I am fluent in both English and Japanese. By the way, you have a very beautiful home, or, in translation, you have a very beautiful home.”

Mizuki laughs again. “You are one interesting girl, (y/n). I can already sense you will bring some joy to this home. On a different note, my boys will be home soon. My oldest, Akiteru, isn’t home that often due to work, but he promised to stop by so he can meet you. So you might see him around once in a while. My youngest, Kei, is actually your age. He goes to Karasuno High School not too far from here. You’ll see each other a lot, so if he's ever disrespectful, make sure to report to me,” she playfully demands.

You fake salute with a hearty “Yes ma’am!”

You both chuckle, then Mizuki checks the time. “They’ll actually be home soon, so I should start making dinner. Is there anything you prefer to eat? I can try to look up some American recipes, but I’m afraid it won’t taste the same…”

Waving your hands frantically, you fuss, “There’s no need to go through all that trouble! I’ve eaten plenty of the same meals you’ve had, so honestly, anything you make is fine. I might add I’m not a picky eater either, so hopefully that makes things easier!”

Mizuki hums and nods her head. “I’ll make some ramen tonight then. That sound alright to you?”

“As long as you let me help!”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The past couple of hours had been the best you’ve had in a while. You can already tell that the stay in this particular household was going to be pleasant and serene.

Or so you thought.

Dinner was finished and the table was set. All that was left was the arrival of the boys. According to Mizuki, each boy came home at a certain time every day. If that was true, then Akiteru would be here in three minutes, and Kei would be here in Eleven.

You didn’t want to read too much into that.

As expected, Akiteru arrives exactly three minutes later, where he swings open the door with a grin. “Where’s this mysterious creature that my mom’s been babbling about for months?”

Laughing, you get up and raise your hands in the air. “Most likely me!! And for months? My file can’t have been that interesting, was it?”

Akiteru chuckles, “Seemed like any old generic file to me. Probably the fact that you’re from America is the one thing that did it.”

The two of you turn to Mizuki who giggles and shrugs, “Can’t blame me can you?”

“Seems fair. My name is Tsukishima Akiteru, but Akiteru is just fine honestly. We only see each other sometimes, but feel free to ask me any anything! I’ll write down my phone number for you later. I would do it now but I’m starving! Long day at work...Ah, look at me babbling and being rude. What’s your name by the way?”

“(y/l/n) (y/n), but just call me (y/n), I don’t mind.”

“First name basis in only five minutes! Who woulda thought...ha, not me! Anyhow, I hope you’ll enjoy being here, we’ll be like a little family. Big brother Akiteru will take care of you whenever you need help or advice. Okay?”

You nod excitedly. “I’ve never had a brother. Or any siblings. This should be fun then…”

Akiteru laughs. “Well I’m glad to be the first closest thing to a sibling you’ll have. Speaking of which, where’s Kei? I’m so ready to eat!” As if on cue, his stomach rumbles.

Mizuki checks the time. “Any minute now.”

Just then, the door creaks open, and the room goes silent as you hear a shuffling of shoes being taken off. As his footsteps move closer, you can already tell this first meeting wouldn’t be as smooth as Mizuki’s or Akiteru’s.

Kei walks in with multiple bags on. You swear you can catch slight whiff of his scent from where you’re sitting.

A light mix of sweat and cologne? Mint?

You can’t put your finger on what it is, but it smells good…

And just as quick as the scent came, it was gone. Kei was gone.

You wondered what you missed in the split second you zoned out, but it must’ve been nothing due to the fact that Kei’s face showed surprise as he walked back in the room. You tried not to notice how attractive he was, despite only wearing a plain crescent sweatshirt and gray sweats. Nor the fact that even though his pj’s were plain they still clung to the evident muscles he had. Not the way those sweatpants hung loose on his hips and fit in just a certain place either…

Or definitely not the fact that he was now staring at you.

You felt yourself blush, and seemed to forget how to talk.

He beat you to the punch though.

“Who’s she?”

Mizuki shook her head. “This is (y/l/n) (y/n). She’s from the United States and is going to be staying with us for a while. Be nice and introduce yourself.”

Kei huffs. “I’m Tsukishima.”

Akiteru catches on to the lack of interest. “Tsukishima? No first name either lil’ bro?”

“Kei. Tsukishima Kei. But we’re not on first name terms yet, so I didn’t think it mattered. Haven't seen you in a minute Akiteru, is she why you’re home today?”

His big brother, still trying to spark some interest, pipes up, “Yeah! I mean, it’s not every day you get someone from a whole different country moving in. Plus you’ll be school buddies! Come on lil’ bro get excited about that at least!”

Kei, or Tsukishima apparently, slowly sits down as he took that fact in. “Is she really going to the same school as me?”

His mother sensed the displeasure in his voice, but she wasn’t going to take that attitude toward you, the new guest. “Yes, Kei, and you show her around the campus tomorrow when she starts.”

Tsukishima huffed again, “Do I really, I doubt we’ll have the same class, plus I have practice and a whole lot of other things to do.”

You try to ease the tension. Speaking for the first time, you announce, “It’s okay, I actually have to meet the vice principal for my schedule, then I’ll see what happens from there. So don’t worry about it!”

Tsukishima turns to you. He smirks. “So she does speak.”

You blush again, but are quick to retort, “Yup, in both Japanese and English, whichever you prefer.”

There’s a falter in his smirk, showing that he didn’t expect you to have a comeback.

“This will be interesting,” he simply states.

He says nothing else for the rest of the night. Just silently listens as Mizuki and Akiteru ask endless questions about you and your home country.

Though he remained silent, his presence seemed to affect you the most, even as you all retire to your separate rooms. Even as you lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, knowing he was in the next room. Even as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

For the first time since your parents’ accident, you had no nightmares.

There's a devil in your smile that's chasing me. And every time I turn around it's only gaining speed.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #kei tsukishima #kei tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #eleven #rena imagines

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sumeshi-t · 5 years ago

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the idea of making hc’s of children is sosososo cute. i’ll follow ur steps chloe @akaashit-baeji lolol this is gonna be really self-indulgent buuut my excuse is that it’s my birthday so here it goes... i'm writing the last half of this with a hangover and a bad case of dysmenorrhea... sucks 2 be me

Oikawa Teru (及川輝)

his name “輝“ means “bright”, and this boi lives up to it because, let’s face it, he’s gonna be like his dad. he embodies this “brightness”, in a way that he’s smart, and he makes sure he and his team’s (or whichever team he’s going to be in) will shine on the court

wavy/curly hair and a victim of my and his dad’s astigmatism. always has this cheeky smile, and he gets my brimming energy so he’s really approachable and charming

very good with words; it’s like he always knows what to say

when he plays he also wears contact lenses

but don’t be fooled. in their generation, it’s him who has to put iwaizumi’s son in check. he knows everything about his teammates too, he knows more than what he lets on (which sometimes, they find creepy, but they all know he means well)

anyway, unlike his dad, he doesn’t really mind having geniuses around. instead, he watches them very closely; something like “mutualism”. he knows what he lacks and he knows he can learn from them too, vice versa.

is into horror games. in his free time, he and his sister take turns playing. and they decide it by seeing who can last the longest without flinching/screaming. he’s annoyed because his sister’s better at it

has fans, ngl. i mean look at him. however, the female fans especially, are pretty on guard. he’s approachable, but anytime they see him with his sister... they back out. he doesn’t mind, he loves his sister and it actually amuses him. he’s the same when it comes to the boys who hang around her too!

basically protective siblings who are always there for eo

is very neat. can’t concentrate when something is out of place. he keeps his nails short, has a somewhat flowery scent. yes, he uses female perfumes because he despises strong smells.

bug-catching was his childhood hobby just like mine’s was. used to sneak beetles in iwaizumi’s son’s backpack back then

he will never admit it but he actually asks his sister for fashion tips because his taste sucks ass so bad

basically his major problem or issue in life is getting compared to his father (he’s also a setter). he hates that so much, being hidden in the shadow of his dad, and when people just recognize him for being oikawa tooru’s son.

something he and ushijima’s child relate to so strongly. they’re friendly rivals; might end up being teammates in their career hmm

so when he’s the one stressed, he skips practice for a day just so he could recollect his thoughts. usually stays in the library to read books he picked up based on the titles; might either open up to iwa or his sister later on, it depends. then when he’s okay, he doubles the amount of training

Oikawa Rie (及川麗恵) it’s /ri-ye/ oki

so the kanjis are: "麗" meaning, beautiful and "恵" is blessed. tooru thought of this name obviously

also has curly hair like mine. has that tiny mole below her eye just like i do. actually has lots of moles over her body; one time she fell asleep on the couch her brother drew connecting lines between the moles on her arm and called them constellations. it was nice she thought but still, the next day, teru had to wear a band-aid over his nose bridge.

she’s just a year younger. is less “vibrant” than her brother, a bit more serious. has a resting bitch face and she’s not even sorry about it and i love her for that

she’s actually relieved she looks like that, or else she knows the girls in her class would flock to her just to get in her brother’s pants. usually brushes them off with “ask him, not me” or “do you think that’s any of my concern?”

her tongue her words damn never get to this baby girl’s bad side she’s gonna burn you alive. like fr when she’s angry, oh she’s gonna show you that she’s angry. but tbh she's very sweet, leaves little notes or little gifts to her friends every now and then

she just doesn’t want her brother’s heart to be broken (she’s heard stories from her mom about her dad’s many hs exes), and she knows teru’s struggles

therefore

doesn’t really like volleyball that much. it’s because she didn’t get to grow up with her dad around, she felt like it separated her from him. she’s not mad at him though. she’s very supportive of him and her brother.

used to play vb though when they were kids. but that’s all it was for her

she’s the team’s honorary manager lol the occasional “i brought you guys sumn” or “something-kun, a girl from my class says she likes you so do your best” etc

the team’s lil sister how bout that

despite being tolerant of horror games, this girl is vvvv squeamish. she cries at the sight of internal organs or blood. biology lab was the worst time of her life

when she dug up my hs videos she was shook to discover i once did theater. and thus begins her interest in theater too

and??? baby girl is actually???? really really good????

the girls she used to shut down nicknamed her “prima”, short for “prima donna” she hates it. hates it more when her closest theater buddy was the one who spread that around

immediately went to the gym to spike some balls from her brother. baby girl was crying because she was just so pissed.

she was given ice cream and sweets afterwards. ugh it’s so cute idk she’s baby to the team skksksk they protecc

in that upcoming play, her first ever performance, the whole team got front row seats and howled when she came on during curtain call; it was vvv sweet and memorable even if the guys were kinda reprimanded afterwards lmao

which is why, in return, boiis also have a hard time approaching her because damn??? the vb team as your knights???? excuse me???

oh have i mentioned she has a sweet tooth? mygod. she has a stash of sweets in her room. teru has had to sneak some away because she might get tooth aches or diabetes

her pastel nail polish is arranged by shade, her body clock is fucked up lmao she hates the mornings; has succulents by her window which she names after various characters from books/plays etc she’s for sure gonna be a theater actress tho

asks help from iwa’s son for math. even her brother’s 0% help. teru is smart but a terrible teacher. she’s an above-average student and that’s all that matters for her. she can leave the spotlight to her brother because she only craves one type of spotlight

Miya Seiichi (宮聖一) and Miya Seiji (宮聖二)

their names literally mean “聖” sacred then “一” is one, and “二” is two

atsumu thought it was funny. when they were kids, seiichi’s nickname was “juan” and seiji’s was “tutu” (i gave them the nicknames)

when the twins discovered the meaning behind the nicknames, they hated it. especially seiji, he despises it vvv much

so when they were hs, seiichi = chi, seiji = ji for the people they're close with

as we can see here, the twins unfortunately got my curls. seiichi likes his hair as is. he doesn’t like the thought of dyeing his hair just to be differentiated from his twin. in fact he enjoys twin jokes, enjoys tripping people up about it. seiji on the other hand, grew tired of his brother’s jokes and by the time hs started, he sacrifices his soft hair.

between the two, seiji is the one who has my ugly eyesight. add to the fact that he reads a lot (once he starts he can’t put it down. so he reads in the dark, in a moving car etc)

the piercings was a thing that happened between them, and their cousins (which were also twins wtf)–it was a 2v2 vb thing and they lost

surprisingly, the cousins weren't pleased bc atsumu didn't scold them for getting piercings (but for playing half-heartedly). seiichi wanted the piercings tho tbh it was the perfect excuse. ngl, seiji also wanted them.

first let's talk abt seiichi, aside from the fact he also got my mole (he feels it makes him look cuter tho)

seiichi's into vb, but not a setter. he's the ace. may or may not push through with it as a career. he hasn't decided yet. is actually a bit sad that seiji didn't join the vb club in hs, he wanted them to be like his dad and uncle.

seiichi doesn't have any uh, quirks like shutting the whole cheer squad up like his dad does. but he usually dribbles the ball five times before any serve (this is something i did before) and he likes the 'ooooh hey' thing the crowd does when he goes for a serve

his side of the room doesn't have much stuff going on except workout equipment. he follows what exercise plan i give him as da PT mom that i am, and he is very strict with his diet and with what he eats–he's close to not needing a calorie counter anymore; but not a picky eater. he loves his uncle's cooking very much and he is jealous he can't cook even if he tries

he can do beatboxing, he learned it through youtube lmao his spotify playlists are da bombest; he learns a lot in youtube tho in his free time. his current interest is magic tricks and french (he thinks he can use it to woo that girl from class 4)

he hates insects, and hates mess. he has had to scold his twin about it that it escalated to them having this imaginary line in the middle of the room

anyway, he's straightforward. but not rude. he just doesn't like any pretenses so he says what he thinks or feels is right. may or may not have led to some misunderstandings, but he owns up to his mistakes if he crossed a line

next, seiji

even if he looks like a nerd with his glasses tbh he is not he actually hates studying. you can love reading without having to love studying right? he's that dude

the only time that he regrets dyeing his hair was when he realizes couldn't change identities so his brother could take his exam for him

his side of the room is littered with his sketches, notes from books, pencils everywhere – he drew a bunch of ants one time on a paper and made it look like they're real ass ants and placed it on seiichi's pillow

to solve this problem, atsumu has planned to give him a tablet for his next birthday

quits vb in hs because he kinda lost interest? he still finds it fun but he doesn't wanna be put under the pressure that his dad and uncle left for them lmao

he's in art clubs tho

he designs banners/posters for the team anyway. they use his strategic mind from the shit he's read for any plays and stuff so when he's not drawing, he's thinking

he might look like he has no emotions, but tbh he is more emotional and empathetic than his brother. he cries easily over the simplest things, like those grandparents vids, or rescuing animals and stuff

and thats why he doesn't let people in too much bc he knows he'll be hurt (dw seiichi knows this vvv well, and even if they do have arguments, he loves his lil bro and helps him about this)

has once begged to have a cat at home–seiichi didn't want bc he knows his twin is gonna leave him for clean up lmao

he can cook period.

he's gonna either be an architect or an animator, still hasn't decided.

his music taste sucks lmao. his youtube recents are filled with cooking stuff; in constant conversation with his uncle abt cooking lol it be cute sometimes atsumu is jealous bc he feels his son is closer to his brother than with him

he is forgetful that's why his stuff is messy lol he keeps misplacing stuff, sometimes it's literally in front of him and he's just 'where????'

but remembers dates well, remembers plays well. he's good at nitpicking tiny nearly insignificant details. just anything outside studying? he's good. dw he passes his classes but he hates giving effort for that shit lololol

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #saleeta

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runswithscissors26 · 5 years ago

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Just gotta vent. Ignore this/I just need to scream into the void and feel a little bit heard for a second.

I have food issues. I have issues with food. Food is gross. I don't like it. I almost never get hungry. I can and will forget to eat for a whole day. Me wanting specific food is very rare.

I am a very picky eater. I am a vegetarian (not vegan). I am lactose intolerant (I can get around this with Lactaid pills, but its a pain).

Food has to look, smell, taste, and feel right for me to eat it. If it looks or smells funny, it's not happening.

I have 3 breakfast options, plus 2 "fancy" ones for when I go out.

I have 6 lunch options, plus 2 for when I go out.

I have 12 dinner options, 6 of which are the same as my lunch options, plus the 2 options from lunch for when I go out.

I have 6 otions for snacks/desserts.

I used to have more options, but cut them for one reason or another.

I get on kicks where I'll eat the same few things for days, weeks, or months all the time. Example: I ate crackers with peanut butter for breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and mac and cheese for dinner for YEARS. I rarely deviated from it. Then, I totally switched. I couldn't stand the sight of those foods and rotayed through seversl more phases, but they were shorter than that one.

If a food I usually eat tastes funny, there's a very good chance I'm getting sick. In 1st grade my mom sent me to school with a peanut butter sandwich and chocolate milk for lunch (my fav meal at the time). It tasted horrible, so I went to the nurse, explained, and had her take my temperature, etc. No temp., nothing clearly wrong with me, but I insisted. She called my mom.

Come to find out, lunch tasted gross because she changed brands of peanut butter, bread, and milk. She hadn't told me. She apologized for not telling me and switched back the brands. Life went on. She would tell me if the store was out of my brand and she had to substitute another gmfor a coupke of days.

Fast forward 20 years... I can't cook like my mom because she doesn't follow the directions on boxes, so I can't cook any of the foods I like (that require cooking). I still live with my parents for a bunch of reasons, one of which being my food issues/forgetting to eat.

I'm back to my crackers/sandwich/mac and cheese routine for the most part. I drink my instant meal shake when it's too hot for hot food, but other than that, I'm back to basics.

I eat Kraft original/classic mac and cheese with "a bit" of extra milk and 3 slices of Velveeta cheese melted and the poured over the top and mixed in. I was actually hungry for dinner! So my mom made my food a bit early because the hungry feeling will pass and not come back. I thanked her when I got it from the pot, like always. It looked a little pale and smelled a little different, but I didn't say anything because is wasn't repulsive, I hadn't seen it out in the light, and I hadn't tasted it. She gets upset when I reject food that she makes, so I decided to try it.

So I go sit down and take a bite. It has a weird flavor, and the weird smell is still there. And there are little tiny things in it that kind of look like pepper. I took another bite, thinking maybe it was just a little bit that got accidentally sprinkled in when she was making her and my dad's food.

Nope. The weird taste and smell are still there. So I go best out of 5. Still weird. But now she's in the middle of making their dinner, and I feel bad marching into the kitchen and rejecting food that she makes for me, especially if she is busy with something else.

At this point, I've eaten about a quarter of the bowl and decide that just this once, I can deal, its just a little pepper or seasoning. So I ate kind of fast and didn't really chew, and decide that if my mom didn't spill something in it (by accident), then I'm cutting mac and cheese out of my diet again.

As I'm taking my last bites, my parents join me with their dinners. I (gently, I don't bite the hand that feeds me, and she's a bit sensitive about having her cooking criticized) tell her I think she might've accidentally spilled a little pepper or something in my food. She looks confused, so I showed her a noodle with the stuff on it.

She gets this guilty look on her face and I'm instantly back in first grade, telling a nurse that I must be sick and her insisting that there's nothing wrong with me.

Turns out that she cooked the noodles and got up to the part where she melts the cheese and realized we are out of velveeta. She substituted some shredded 5 cheese blend that we had. She confessed and said that she would have told me if I had come back in and told her.

She insisted I must have liked it because I ate it all. The one time I try to "grow up" and suffer through a meal so my mom doesn't get her feelings hurt, it turns out that she was trying to pull something. I tried to explain that I ate fast because I was trying not to taste it, but neither she nor my dad believe me. They think I'm overreacting now only because I know for sure.

I reminded her of the incident in first grade and she said she remembers it. I doubt she remembers how freaked out I was because if she did, she wouldn't have pulled this sh*t.

She said she didn't want to waste the food, so she didn't tell me. Well, its wasted now! When I smelled and saw it in the pot I took half my usual amount in case I couldn't stomach it. 3/4 of a box of Kraft is now trash.

God forbid I try to spare someone's feelings and not return food like a Karen at a restaurant.

My dad piped up as I was leaving the table that we do have velveeta, it just wasn't in the right spot because the drawer was full.

Yeah, I left 2 min after they sat down, I'm not sitting there to be guilted and b*tched at because someone else tried to pull something. They both know about my food issues and how bad they are, and she should have told me.

And on top of all this, I had a reaction to the dairy. Velveeta is sooo not real cheese, maybe like 5% real, but the cheese that was in the food I ate was real. For my regular mac and cheese, I need 1 pill. Throw more dairy in, I need more pills. I thought I was having my nice regular fake cheese and took 1 pill. But alas, it was weird looking, weird smelling, pale, real cheese with little bits of who knows what in it.

Let's throw some more on shall we? Tomorrow is my birthday. It's been hot so I've been having my drink instead of hot food. I was looking forward to mac and cheese for dinner tomorrow too. WAS.

Now I don't want to look at mac and cheese.

Now I don't want to be in the same room as them.

Now I'm locked away (hiding) during what is usually my wind down time. Usually I read for a few hours before bed.

Now I'm too angry and hurt to have the patience.

Now I'm crying and sniffly.

Now I'm dreading my birthday, when I'm supposed to be all happy and sh*t tomorrow.

I realize how insignificant this is to the rest of the world. But its significant to me, in my little corner of the world. The person I trust to make my food screwed with it, lied to me (by omission), and then tried to put it all back on me because I didn't return it.

"Sorry" in the tone she used doesn't cut it. If I could eat like a normal person, I would. Don't lie to me about my gd food. I have enough issues with it already.

#rant #rantings #don't fuck with other people's food #food #picky eater #vegetarian #lactose intolerant #don't lie to me

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barnesatsea · 6 years ago

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Hi everyone my name is Marce and I’m so rusty in my rp game I just want to apologize before anything else happens. Here’s an intro for both me and Eric, hope it’s not too bad :)

Sooo I’m Marce, I’m 20 and I’m studying filmmaking! that’s about as interesting as I get, really. I would say I’m a decent human being and CONSTANTLY use sarcasm so pls don’t freak out like if I say anything and it sounds kinda rude IT’S SARCASM. What else? I am absolutely terrified of floods, I’m in love with character development, I have four dogs and that’s probably about as close as I’ll ever get to having children, I’m an extremely picky eater, i kinda don’t love marvel movies oops aaand I am truly madly deeply in love with the 1975. It’s so nice to meet all of you I really look forward to interacting with all of your characters and plotting and yes <3

ALSO I haven’t actually done rp in like 6 months or more so... yeah, I’m sorry.

Now about my new baby:

This is Eric Barnes. He’s 28 years old and he’s in love the ocean. He’s pretty easy to spot, honestly, he’s the guy next to the big mass of white and gray hair (his dog, Max). If you want Eric, you’ll have to take Max too because they’re a package deal.

A few things about him? (there’s a lot more I’ve though of but this thing would end up being way too long so a few fun facts and short head canons).

He’s single and his mom and dad desperately want him to get him a wife so please be my guest and sweep him off his feet.

On a sidenote: He’s a hopeless romantic. Believes in soulmates and true love and finding THE ONE that’s going to turn his world upside down.

He may not hang out with the nicest kids in town because he does come from a pretty wealthy family and went to both Princeton and Harvard so... yeah. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a sunshine to absolutely everyone.

And speaking of friendships, he values them SO MUCH. You become his friend? He’ll have your back for the rest of your life (unless you stab him in the back, then he’ll have to reconsider things).

He went to Princeton because his parents made him, basically, but he had a blast. Studied Economics and took some business courses on the side. After that, he didn’t feel complete so he explored his options and decided to go to Law School and was soooo happy when he got accepted into Harvard Law School. So, economics and law. He likes them both and tells himself they’re both going to help him manage his family’s business but honestly, his one true love is environmental law.

Speaking of the environment. HE IS ONE WITH THE OCEAN. Comes from a long line of sailors and fishermen and what not and grew up with his grandfather’s stories and tales about pirates and adventurers and just everything. He’s fallen in love with the freedom he feels whenever he sets sail and the places he’s able to visit with his boat. He loves the ocean and is 100% that guy that will tell you to pick up your trash.

Loves all animals, but none more than his dog, Max. But seriously loves all of them and specially those that belong to the marine life. He’s volunteered on the animal rehab center for years and even though he’s no veterinarian, he knows the basics of how to take care of them.

Seriously so in love with the ocean, he spends 70% of his time near the beach or the harbor (and in most cases, on his boat).

Pretty cultured guy, he is no art expert but he’s a bit of a literature nerd but that doesn’t mean he feels like he’s above reading a good YA book just for entertainment. He’ll read everything, he’ll cry to poetry, he’ll devour adventures and gasp at mysteries. Invite him to a bookclub, it’d be a dream come true.

FAN OF ABBA and he’s definitely not afraid to show it.

Just super super old fashioned with some things? Kind of like a dad in a way. If he wasn’t so charming, he’d definitely be embarrassing.

Super good dancer, plays the flute pretty well, great swimmer (used to be on the captain of the swimming team). Just an overall lovable guy who loves adventure and fun and just wants to live life to the max.

Etc, etc... ( I just got self conscious of the length of this thing.)

This was way too long I LOVE YOU IF YOU ACTUALLY READ THE WHOLE THING (And I’m sorry it only got worse as you got near the end). I don’t actually have any plots planned out yet but I’m up for literally anything you might want to throw my way so just message me if you want to plot?? or just talk, that’s good too. I’m a terrible texter but I’m always up for meeting new people <3

Aaaand that’s all.

#❝ the ocean's deep voice: ooc ❞#carthayintro

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diorgirl444 · 2 years ago

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Hey! Not sure if im asking at the right place but could i get a teen wolf ship please

Tw:mention of mental disorders

About how i look:

I'm 21, i have dyed ginger hair, green/grey eyes, im 4"9 in height, i am overweight. My style can go from anything grunge to anything like pyjamas cause sometimes i am lazy

More about my personality:

I'm pansexual, she/her, taurus sun, taurus rising, aquuatius moon. I don't have particular preference when it comes to dating its usually if i can connect with the person and be myself i will go with the flow.

French is my first language I play video games, i love animal crossing, the sims, life is strange and the last of us, i like movies like LOTR the hobbit and HP a lot i'm into witchcraft and spirituality, true crime, I have a 9yo black cat they are my favorite! I have a wierd obsession with snails as well they are my dream pet. I'm usually very honest with people and very blunt, i've been to psychwar before where i was diagnosed with BPD, PTSD, ED and anxiety.

I have 2 older sister, a mom and dad abandoned us, i m not close to anyone and i'm usually in my own bubble.

I dislike:

I dislike being woken up, i dislike being told how i should be or act, i can be obnoxious and insecure, i am a picky eater, i hate repetitive sounds like snoring etc, i hate lourd noises, i pretty much hate kids, i hate liars, i hate feeling and being alone.

Thank you very much for taking the time to reply ot even read!

Have a good day/night

i’m so sorry but i don’t write for teen wolf and i don’t write for fandoms which i don’t consider myself a part of. if anyone sees this who is part of this fandom feel free to take this request of my hands <333

#diorgirl444 #flo answers #matchups #matchup request #matchup trade #matchup closed #nonnie <3

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icysab · 2 years ago

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Hey! Not sure if im asking at the right place but could i get a teen wolf ship please

Tw:mention of mental disorders

About how i look:

I'm 21, i have dyed ginger hair, green/grey eyes, im 4"9 in height, i am overweight. My style can go from anything grunge to anything like pyjamas cause sometimes i am lazy

More about my personality:

I have 2 older sister, a mom and dad abandoned us, i m not close to anyone and i'm usually in my own bubble.

I dislike:

Thank you very much for taking the time to reply ot even read!

Have a good day/night

hi! i think you may have the wrong blog? i actually have never watched an episode (it’s a show right? i think?) of teen wolf so sorry lol i’m not going to be able to match you up. hopefully you find the blog you were looking for though!

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slynbarnes · 2 years ago

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Embers: Season 3 Episodes 21-30

S3 E21:

(You are setting the table while Bucky cooks breakfast when you hear Lucas’s feet pad across the floor.)

Y/N & B: Good Morning.

(You look up at Buck who is already looking at you with a smile.)

L: Good Morning. (He says almost cautiously, knowing something is up.)

Y/N: Go wash your hands before you sit down bubs.

L: Okay. (He says running over to the sink.)

B: I made pancakes, eggs, bacon and hashbrowns. You like pancakes right?

L: Dad, you ask me that every time. Of course I like pancakes. I’m not dead.

B: You know, Y/N, he got your sense of humor.

Y/N: That he did. He has a point though. And what kid doesn’t like pancakes?

L: I mean its flat cake in a pan. (He laughs, making you and Buck both laugh with him.)

B: That’s not e- (You cut him off and quickly move to his side.)

Y/N: (Whispering to him) I told him that when he was little because he used to be a super picky eater. Don’t tell him I lied. He can forever believe its actual cake and it will never hurt him.

B: You clever, clever woman. (He whispers back.) Breakfast is ready. (He announces)

L: Yes!

(We all sit together at the table and the room is silent for a moment.)

Y/N: Lucas, I know things have been crazy this last year but there is another change your dad and I have decided to make. Before you get too worried just know I think it’s a change we all will be happy about.

L: Are we moving again? I won’t like that.

B: No, no it’s nothing like that. Your mom and I have been feeling closer lately.

Y/N: We found our way back to each other through everything.

B: We are taking things slow and -

L: Finally! You know we all have been waiting for this. I may be almost 10 but I know about the bets. Aunt Wanda and Uncle Steve have the biggest bets on the two of you getting back together for a while now. I told you both it would happen but nobody listens to the kid.

B: Wait back up.. There are bets on us?

W: Yep. We do have bets and unless Steve upped his bet I just won a crap ton of money.

S: Dang it!

(Wanda laughs as the team enters the dining room)

T: For the record I was not a part of this and if I had been I would have wiped the floor with you all. (He admits with his hands in the air)

Y/N: Who didn’t make a bet besides playboy?

BB: Vision and I elected to stay out of it.

Vis: Actually… Wanda had been reading y/n’s mind for most of the time she has been here and she had told me to place a bet just a few days ago so we could have an extra foot in.

W: Vis! I told you to keep that between us.

Vis: Sorry, darling.

W: I forgive you. (She places a kiss on his cheek before joining the table.)

S: Pass the eggs!

(I pass them down the table to where Steve is sitting with his arm hanging on the back of Nat’s chair.)

T: Who cooked? Should I have poison control on standby?

Y/N: Don’t worry I didn’t cook. It was all Buck…. Am I really that bad?

T: It should be illegal for you to even touch a spice rack.

W: Seriously. That recipe called for 2 cups of chopped peppers and you added 2 cups black pepper. We all about died.

B: To her defense Hydra is more microwave meals and or steamed, unseasoned vegetables with plain meat than fresh food kind of people and she was a lucky one they allowed her to bake for Lucas.

Y/N: Only on his birthday and Buck’s right. I never really was allowed to do the whole cooking thing in there.

T: Still, leave the cooking to a chef or literally anyone else. (They laugh.)

Y/N: Don’t think I didn't hear about the burnt eggs fiasco on the jet Tony. Yeah, Rhodey and I talk.

T: That’s not fair!

(The rest of breakfast continues with light banter and laughter throughout the morning until it’s time to take Lucas to school and the rest go to training for the afternoon.)

S3 E22:

(Currently you are driving through town to a local florist. Only a few minutes from the shop you take this time alone to really breathe. To fully wrap your head around everything that has happened this last year. It’s all been so much. So many changes and challenges and newness.)

(In the flower shop)

Florist: Welcome, if there is anything I can help you with please let me know.

Y/N: Thank you. (You walk around a moment and look at the different flowers but realizing you don’t even know what he would have liked. You never really knew him in that way. You shake your head in an attempt to remove the thought and move on to the counter.) Hi, I am a bit lost. I’m not sure what kind of flowers to bring him so are there any arrangements you would recommend for a grave site?

Florist: Ah… I understand, sorry for your loss. I do have something that is pretty well used. Can I ask a personal question?

Y/N: Depends…

Florist: What was the nature of the relationship to the deceased? Anything you want to express maybe? It will help me pick the right flowers for you.

Y/N: Love, sincerity, honor, forgiveness… maybe something to signify that I think of him.

Florist: I have the perfect thing for you. Give me about 10 minutes in the back and I will have it ready for you.

(Just like he said after about 10 minutes he comes back out with a bouquet sporting beautiful flowers.)

Florist: Okay, so I chose Zinnia’s for Honor, Yellow Pansies for Thinking of you, Red Roses for Love, White Roses for Sincerity and Lily’s of the Valley for Forgiveness.

Y/N: Thank you this is perfect. How much do I owe you?

Florist: The total is $125.00.

(You pay the florist and leave with the bouquet tucked against your chest. Once back on the road you play some music to break apart the silence of the air and cruise all the way to the cemetery.)

(At the cemetery)

Y/N: (You get out of your car and walk to his grave side where the grass has grown over the dirt everyone had a hand in shoveling on top. You lower yourself onto the ground and sit beside him.) Hey… (You set the flowers in the center of his plot and then your hand where you imagine his chest would be. The air becomes still, silent and empty.) I am so sorry Leo. I should have had your back. I should have had my eyes on you more carefully. In all reality I should have tied you to the radiator in your house and made sure you would come nowhere near that mission. (You laugh knowing he would laugh at the idea of you tying him to a radiator.) I really did love you. I’m only sorry it wasn’t the way you loved me. You deserved the world, Leo. To find someone who was worth dying for, not someone like me. I regret so much about our relationship, but I want you to know its because I was guilty. Not because you were anything less than amazing. (A tear falls from your cheek) I wanted it to be me but I couldn’t put you through what they did to me. I know that death is far better than mind control and torture but even then I can’t help but feel guilty for taking you away from this life. There is so much to say Leo but you know me. I was never good with words. I am just so so so very sorry. For everything. I hope that your soul finds peace or has already found it. (You sit on your knees and kiss his headstone before resting your head on it.)

S3 E23:

B: (Sitting at your desk waiting for you to return) Hey doll, how did it go?

(You stay silent unsure of how to answer, Bucky then notices the look on your face. When you lift to meet his eyes you notice his expression begin to change.)

Y/N: Don’t do it, you better not do it.

B: (Smiles at you)

(That’s all it takes, a smile from his stupid perfect face to make yours curl up matching him. Your whole world lights up everytime he smiles that stupid perfect smile.)

Y/N: I hate you.

B: You love me. (He says sitting up reaching for your hands)

Y/N: I hate you. (The words spill softly off your lips knowing you don’t mean †hem. You sit stradling his lap.)

B: You love me.

Y/N: I love you.

B: I love you too. (He kisses you, both of you smiling into the tender kisses.)

S3 E24:

(Nat just returned from a mission so you decide it’s far past due for you to talk to her. You open the door to the file room and walk in searching for her. You find her at a desk on the far side of the room.)

Y/N: Hey…

N: Hello. (She gives a half smile.)

Y/N: I realized I have yet to apologize to you. I’m really sorry, Nat. About the plate incident and the yelling and being a bad friend.

N: You were.

Y/N: I don’t expect forgiveness, nor do I deserve it and I’m not saying that to get pity either. I mean it. I was cruel and said and did some nasty things and all any of you did was try and help me and cleared my name in the process which I also did not deserve. I just want you to know that I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you or anyone else. I was out of control and I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I love you Nat. You’ve been nothing but a good friend to me. (You stand up to leave.)

N: Sit back down.

(You turn to look at her confused.)

N: I said sit. (You do.) I’m not one to forget but I do forgive you even though you were a total psycho. This thing we do is never easy. We are bound to lose people, but that’s part of the job. I know what people like Hydra do and the positions they put you in so I know, like everyone else here and better than most what they did to you. I know it was impossible and I also know that no matter what anyone says it never feels better. That guilt will always stick with you, y/n. But you CAN NOT forget that you are not alone and you are no longer under their control. You have people who want to hold you up when you are down and we are not the enemy. I’m sure Tony gave you the speech already but you have to lean on us when you need us. We all care about you just like you care about us all too. We are a family here. Something none of us ever thought we’d have again. With the exception of Clint. I lost my family when I was a child, Tony lost his family at a young age and had to learn to rebuild, Wanda… She lost everyone before she turned 20, Vision only ever had us, Thor… well his family is a trainwreck, Bruce… he has family but his life is complicated and full of isolation. Steve and Bucky are self explanatory. I could go on but I think you get it. We all have Fury to thank for bringing us together. We are each other's family and that means we communicate even when it hurts and we support each other. I know it’s not easy but pushing us away isn’t any easier. I know all about that. Trust me.

Y/N: I know. I know I messed up.

N: We all missed you. We needed you too, you know?

Y/N: I know… Buck mentioned things have been hectic around here and since I have been back I have picked up on the tensions in the room. What happened?

N: Well, things have been tense between Steve and I to start. Him and I had a thing a while back and I ended things when my life became more complicated.

Y/N: You and Steve?

N: I know… It was brief and nothing serious but Steve still has feelings and made that clear a few months ago. We got into it a few times but he is one of my best friends and I don’t want to hurt him. Now everything is tense and the thing is I have feelings for Bruce… but he is so… I don’t know… complicated and closed off that getting to him is difficult. But then there is Eli the guy I met in Vegas. (Her cheeks turn a rosy color)

Y/N: Eli huh?

N: I don’t know. I like him too but he is not a part of this world and you know better than anyone what can happen if they get too close. Not that he would ever go on missions but even still. It’s easier to be with someone already in it all but Bruce is so confusing sometimes.

Y/N: It sounds like you have made up your mind on that aspect of it.

N: I wish it were that simple. Plus Eli lives states away. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right?

Y/N: Take it from someone who made the biggest mistake of her life by not taking a chance on something she wanted even though everything about it was what I wanted to run to. Take the chance. Keep him informed but don’t get him involved. But don’t let something you want slip through your fingers in this life. We take risks everyday for the world so we should be allowed to take a risk every once and a while for ourselves.

(For the first time ever you can tell Nat really feels lost and conflicted. You place your hand on top of hers and say:)

Y/N: Well, no matter what you choose or don’t choose just know that I am always going to be here for you from here on out and don’t forget to do what makes you happy. Regardless of anything else. Situational or not.

N: Thanks, y/n. I really appreciate your support.

Y/N: Of course. Tell me, what did I miss?

N: Well,

(Nat then goes into explaining the last 5 or so months, everything from work to social lives and things happening in the city after the attack of Loki and his army. She even explains the court hearings and stupid things the boys did around the tower, completely catching you up to present time.)

S3 E25:

Y/N: According to Wanda’s list we will need to pick up parsley… something called 21 salute seasoning and white wine.

B: Easy enough. Anything else on that list?

Y/N: Snacks for movie night and-

L: Ohh! Can I get the snacks while you guys get the rest?

B: (Looks to you) Okay, but only if you can tell me the rules about going off by yourself.

L: No running, no talking to strangers, only touch what we need, scream if I need help, and come right back.

B: Okay, you can go but please be safe bud okay.

L: Deal!

(Bucky takes the list and tears it in half to give to Lucas who is now running off to go pick things out.)

Y/N: (Sucking in a long deep breath.)

B: He will be just fine.

Y/N: I know… he is just getting to that age where he likes to do things alone and without help. I know how scary this world can be and I worry about him. About what could happen. I want him to be as normal as possible. You know, he was lucky he was born without any of the serums we have running through our veins. He is just a regular little boy.

B: I didn’t even know it was possible we could have children with the serum in us.

Y/N: I didn’t either. I don’t think Hydra knew it was possible either until we found out I was. (You say picking up the seasoning off the shelf.) His childhood was already far from normal… I hope I can change that the best I can for him now. To make sure his life is free of super powers of any kind and free of hydra and free of what we do. I want him to go to college and get a good degree or not if he doesn’t want that but I hope that he gets a job he loves and settles down and leads a perfectly normal life.

B: We will do our best together to make sure of that, doll. I don’t want him wrapped up in any of this either. It’s too full of pain and loss and I don’t want that for our boy. (He grabs some white wine from the shelf.)

Y/N: (You entwine your fingers with Bucky’s) I can’t believe he is about to turn 10 in just a month.

B: I know. Even just in this last year he has grown so much.

Y/N: My mom used to tell me she was going to tie a brick to my head to get me to stop growing up and that I would forever be 8 years old to her. Maybe we could try it with Lucas. (You joke.)

B: You think it will work? (He jokes back)

Y/N: For sure! (You laugh)

(After Lucas, Bucky and you have gotten everything that you needed from the store you head back home to cook.)

(The rest is just a montage.)

S3 E26:

(The whole team sat down for the meal, passing dishes around to each other and talking over one another creating a loud and lively atmosphere.)

N: Steve! I was the one asking for that, I should get it first.

S: You can have it when I’m done.

N: (Nat snatches it from him.) No.

C: Pass the potatoes?

Pep: Can someone pass the bread down this way too?

T: (Tosses a roll across the table to where Pepper is sitting)

Pep: (Manages to catch it.) Thanks babe!

T: You got it!

L: Dad?

B: Yeah bud? (He says shouting over everyone to Lucas sitting across from him.)

L: Do I have to eat the broccoli?

B: Ask your mom.

L: Mom?

Y/N: Yes, you have to eat all your veggies or no snacks!

L: Mooommmmm (He whines)

Y/N: Don’t Mooommmmm me!

S: Dinner is delicious Wanda!

W: Thank you, Steve.

BB: (Shovels food into his mouth as if he hasn’t eaten in days.)

Vis: (Whispers something into Wanda’s ear making her turn bright red.)

(Tony and Pepper are making eyes across the table while Nat and Steve bicker and Vis and Wanda flirt. Everyone enjoys their meals and keeps up good conversation and for tonight things feel so utterly normal.)

S3 E27:

(You and Wanda are snuggled up on the love seat while the boys: Lucas, Bucky, Vis and Steve are lounging on the couch. Nat is sitting with Bruce on the floor between everyone while Pepper and Tony are snuggled up on the recliner. Clint, Laura and the kids are by the Fire sprawled out on blankets and in sleeping bags. Since kids are around we decided to watch a family friendly comedy: Big Daddy and of course Tony looks bored out of his mind.)

(Whispering)

Y/N: I feel like this movie is going to give my boys far too many ideas.

W: Knowing them it definitely will.

Y/N: (You laugh.) I missed this.

W: Us?

Y/N: Yeah…

W: Me too.

L: Dad? (He whispers)

B: Yeah, bud?

L: Do you know how to play baseball?

B: I know enough why?

L: Can you teach me? Mom doesn’t know sports and we never got to play catch or anything really. All my friends have dads and play sports with them and in school and I want to try out but I don’t know how.

B: (Looks to Lucas.) I would love to buddy.

N: (Glances at Bruce)

BB: (When Nat isn’t looking, he glances back.)

The kids: (Whispering something to each other and giggling back and forth.)

(The homeless man runs into the pole with his cart.)

C: (Bursts out laughing.)

S3 E28:

(Today is Lucas’ last day of 4th grade and after getting him ready to go, taking his picture and dropping him off at school, you drive to your first appointment with Dr. Christina Reynor.)

Dr. Reynor: Good Morning, Y/N Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to be meeting with you. (She shakes your hand)

Y/N: Don’t go feeling confident yet. Most do not find me to be a pleasure.

Dr. Reynor: I have heard much about you already from S.H.E.I.L.D., your team members and Bucky Barnes himself. I think I have an idea of what to expect.

Y/N: Bucky has spoke of me?

Dr. Reynor: He has and no I cannot tell you what he has said but it is no secret that I see him as well plus he gave me full permission to let you know he has spoke of you. That’s besides the point. Tell me y/n. What brought you here?

Y/N: Murdering my now ex-boyfriend or me needing therapy or?

Dr. Reynor: All of it. Tell me about the life you have lived?

Y/N: What so you can tear apart my mind? I’ve already been there and done that so no thank you.

Dr. Reynor: Not to tear it apart. To put it back together. Ms. Y/L/N, you are here by court order to open up to me and it's something you signed and agreed to. Fighting me when I am not the enemy is only going to make this harder.

Y/N: I am not fighting you on anything. I know what I said and what I signed up for and having my entire life dissected was not part of that. I signed up to talk about the recent event of killing my now ex.

Dr. Reynor: And are you ready to dive head first into that?

Y/N: I don’t have a choice.

Dr. Reynor: You do. Everyone has choices to make Ms. Y/L/N. I ask about your past because sometimes talking about things you have had more time to process is easier for my patients than diving into their current traumas. It also can be beneficial to know what led up to the event of Mr. Harrington’s death. Therapy for trauma patients with a history like yours and Mr. Barnes is never easy or simple. It can be painful but if you trust that your best interest is being held in the highest regards then you will come out of this far better than you came in.

Y/N: I don’t like people in my head.

Dr. Reynor: They brainwashed you too? (Although she makes it seem as if it’s a question, it’s a statement.)

Y/N: Yes.

Dr. Reynor: That’s a good place to start.

Y/N: (I look up to her from the corner of my eye.) Okay.

S3 E29:

(You arrive home stressed from Therapy, even though you took a drive out of the city for a while to clear your head, it’s still there. When you walk into the lounge you see Bucky reading the newspaper and Lucas who is sitting beside him, reading a book. Suddenly all the stress melts away and turns into something new. Love, curiosity and a bit of jealousy mixed with annoyance.)

Y/N: (Your hands slide down Bucky's shoulder onto his chest as you stand behind him before whispering in his ear.) How did you do it?

B: (Whispering back) Do what, my doll?

Y/N: Our son is reading… a book… a comic book but a book nonetheless without being forced to for school. He hates reading.

B: Yes he is and yes he does.

Y/N: Okay and how did you do it?

B: I’m not telling.

Y/N: Come on… pleaaasssseeee.

B: Nope.

Y/N: Did you bribe him?

B: Nope.

Y/N: Promise him cake?

B: No.

Y/N: Tell me.

B: No. Some things are for just Lucas and I. It’s a secret.

Y/N: I’ll do that thing you like…

B: (He laughs with a wide grin on his face.) Tempting but I promised our son I would never tell.

Y/N: James Buchanan Barnes…

B: Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N….

Y/N: Fine… (You kiss his cheek.)

B: (Pulls you into his lap.) How did your session go?

Y/N: I didn’t say much. I said just enough to get her off my back about opening up about my past. I’m not ready to talk to anyone. I don’t need a shrink. I’ve had plenty of people in my head. I don’t need another.

B: She’s just trying to help, doll.

Y/N: I know but I’ll be okay without her too. I just have to do enough to get back on the team.

B: You know I hated therapy when I first started too but it’s not bad and it has been really helpful. Just promise me you will give it your best?

Y/N: Fine. I promise.

B: Good. Thank you.

Y/N: (Kissing his nose this time you say:) You’re welcome.

S3 E30:

(You, Tony, Bucky, Lucas, Steve and Wanda and hanging out in the living room when you see a blinding flash of light come from outside.)

Y/N: What the hell was that?

T&S: Looks like the Bifrost.

Y/N: The Bi-what?

S: The portal Thor uses to travel between realms.

Y/N: Oh…

L: Can anyone use it?

S: I am not sure but I know Thor has brought others to and from.

Y/N: No you are not going to space Lucas Everett Y/L/N.

L: But-

Y/N: No but’s

L: Dad?

B: Hey, don’t pull me into this. If your mom says no then it’s a no buddy. Plus I agree with your mom.

Thor: I’m back!

T: Welcome back, sparkles. Your brother still locked safely up there?

Thor: He is.

T: Good.

Thor: Lady Y/N! It’s a pleasure to see you again.

Y/N: Please just call me Y/N.

Thor: As you wish. (He looks over to Lucas.) Hello young one.

L: Hello… Mr…. Your Highness Thor.

Thor: (Booms a laugh) You can call me Thor. Your Highness would be more so the Allfather.

L: Oh.. alright.

Thor: It’s good to see you again, Bucky.

B: You too. (They exchange quick smiles and niceties when Clint drops from a vent in the ceiling.)

C: Thor! Welcome home pal. How have you been?

Thor: Thank you. It’s good to be back. I’ve had quite the adventure since I have left.

Y/N: We would love to hear it.

T: I’ll get the drinks.

Thor: Thank you. I could use a drink.

B: I’ll take an old fashioned.

Y/N: (You snicker) Of course you do. I’ll take a Tequila Squeeze extra Pineapple pleaseeee.

C: (Walks to the fridge to grab a beer for him and Thor.) I got ours.

Thor: So it all started after Loki’s sentencing. Sif and the Warriors 3 had heard of some Giants making camp in the woods near town and occasionally causing a ruckus.

Y/N: (Laughs)

Thor: Giants are not funny, Y/N.

Y/N: No but you said ruckus. (You laugh harder making Bucky snicker.)

Thor: What’s wrong with ruckus?

Y/N: It’s a funny word.

T: Very mature y/n.

Y/N: Oh shove it Tony.

Thor: Nevermind that, we were in the woods and found their camp but it was empty. Sif and the warriors 3 assumed someone in town had tipped them off that we were coming. I prepared in the moment for a sneak attack and boy was I right. They came from every which way and with one throw from my hammer they went down. The were resilient, standing from the ground they-

T: (Passes out drinks)

Thor: They stood from the ground where they had laid and one went for Sif which is never a smart idea. Sif is a brilliant warrior. She is valiant with high honor shown from the Allfather.

Y/N: Who is the Allfather?

Thor: My father Odin.

Y/N: Right. (You say trying to process this information.)

Thor: She attacked back, sending her sword through the chest of the giant, taking him out. Fandral and Hogun followed suit taking another out through attacking his blind spot while Volstagg swept from behind with his ax, taking the heels of another to their death. I wielded Mjolnir and took out the last of them. When we had returned to the palace Odin threw a celebration in our honor and we had quite a time. Days of feasts and ale and dancing. Before I returned I handled some of my princely duties, nothing of which to speak of.

L: That’s amazing! (He stares in awe.)

Thor: It was, young one.

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GET OUTTA THE SWAMP

Location: Central Florida

Time: Present day

“Who wants a PB&J?” My dad asked as he took a seat on a fallen tree and started rummaging through his backpack.

“Me, me!” Lizzie shouted enthusiastically.

“You got it!” My dad shouted, equally enthusiastically, as he tossed her a sandwich wrapped in foil.

I should probably explain what we were doing. My dad and I were on our annual spring break canoe trek through Ocala National Forest, Florida. It was normally a lot of fun for both of us. Except this year, my stepsister, Lizzie, was tagging along. My dad and I would usually just lived off beef jerky and basically nothing else on those trips, but now that a picky eater was coming along, we had to stop for a real lunch. So, even though we were burning daylight, we found a small island on the lake, and stopped to eat freaking pb&j’s together.

Lizzie and I just never saw eye to eye, as much as she wanted us to. I was always a tomboy, I never went through a princess phase even when I was her age. All she ever wanted to talk about was Disney princess movies, Barbies, and other kid shit I barely even cared about when I was her age, and certainly didn’t give a shit about now that I was seventeen.

After eating, Lizzie went to find a tree to use the bathroom, and my dad started talking to me.

“Rebecca, I must say, I’m disappointed in you.” He said. “I know you and Lizzie don’t share a lot of interests, but she’s still your little sister, and whether you want her to or not, she looks up to you.”

“Dad, believe me, I’m trying.” I said. “But there’s only so long I can talk about Frozen with an eleven-year-old before I wanna freaking kill myself. Why again did you even take her on this trip?”

“Because I thought it would be a good chance for you two to bond.” He said. “I’m sorry that I was wrong, I truly am.”

A few moments later, he said “Hey, did you see that?”

“Dad, I’m not a kid, I’m not gonna fall for…”

And then, moments later, a massive alligator (must have been 10 feet or so) came charging out of the water and grabbed my dad by the arm. The gator then dragged him into the water.

My dad was screaming and fighting the whole way, but there was nothing he could do against such a massive beast. Lizzie started running back, but I dashed to grab her, buried her face in my shirt so she couldn’t see the carnage, and took her to hide behind a tree.

“Where's Daddy?” she asked.

“Lizzie, he’s gone.” I said. I then pulled out my phone, desperate to call 911. But no signal; I figured I wouldn’t get any service this far out, but I still had to check.

“Wait here.” I said as I carefully went back to the shoreline.

I grabbed a canoe, and pulled it to the other side of the island. I hoped the gator was gone, but still wanted to be prepared. It took me a longtime to pull it around to the other side of the island, but it was well worth it.

“Get on.” I said. “We need to get outta the swamp.”

_______

I started carefully paddling away. The whole time, I was staying vigilant for any signs that the alligator might still be there.

For a moment, I thought we were in the clear. I thought the gator had moved on, that Lizzie and I would make it back to the campground, and that we could make it home and give the bad news to my mom and Lizzie’s mom.

Then, I felt the canoe shake.

“GET BACK!” I shouted to Lizzie.

The gator then jumped out of the water and tried to board our canoe. “SWIM BACK TO SHORE, NOW!” I ordered Lizzie before raising the oar and slamming it on the gator’s head.

It did almost nothing. The gator still came at me. I ended up having to jump out of the canoe and swim back to shore along with Lizzie. Only problem was that Lizzie wasn’t a great swimmer; I had to grab her and pull her to shore, only narrowly getting there before the gator finally got out of the canoe and back in the water.

Lizzie started crying, and I held her and said “It’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay. Please, just stop crying and let me think.”

_______

I started rummaging through dad’s backpack for any kind of weapon. This wasn’t a hunting trip, so I knew he wouldn’t have packed any of his rifles or shotguns. But I did find his revolver, and a camping knife.

“Bingo.” I said. “Lizzie, go hide in those trees.”

And then, I waited. I just stood at the shoreline. I constantly scanned the water for any sign of movement.

After just a few minutes, I got what I was looking for. It was brief, but I could see an eye looking at me from beneath the water. I quickly stepped backwards, narrowly evading the alligator’s charge.

I then shot at it. The thing about revolvers is that they work perfectly if you hit the first time. But if you don’t, good luck getting another shot.

That was the position I was in. I know my shot hit the torso, but it definitely missed the head. I pulled the hammer back to try to fire again, but the gator came at me again, and this time managed to clamp down on my leg.

It’s hard to even describe how intense the pain was. Seriously, it was as if my leg was being crushed by a truck, with razor blades on the tires. Then, it shook me so hard I dropped the gun.

I thought I was dead. But then, Lizzie comes running out of the woods with a big stick and shouts “GET OFF MY SISTER!” before beating it over the head.

Her strikes were, of course, doing nothing to hurt it. But they annoyed the gator enough to let go of me and focus on her. And when it did, I grabbed the gun off the ground and blew its brains out.

“Are you okay?” Lizzie asked.

“Lizzie, go into my bag and get me my spare shirt.” I said. The wound on my leg was pretty bad, I honestly wasn’t sure I was gonna make it.

We were out of options. We had nothing more than a basic first aid kit in our bags, and trying to treat my leg with it would be like trying to put out a house fire with a squirt gun. We still had a canoe, but neither eleven year old Lizzie or mortally injured me would stand any chance of successfully rowing back to camp.

I thought I was gonna die, I really did. But then, two park rangers showed up in a boat.

“We heard gunshots from this area.” One of them said over a megaphone. “Might I remind you ladies that hunting is only allowed here during hunting season?”

“Oh thank God!” I shouted. “I need help, now!”

“Shit.” One of them said once he steered the boat closer and noticed my leg. He also saw the alligator’s body, and immediately knew what had gone down. “Don’t worry, we can get you to a hospital.”

______

To this day, Lizzie and I still do an annual hike.

Just not in any swamps.

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Game On Part 17

Warnings: None

A/N: Scattered Taglist, sorry if I missed you! I hope you enjoy it though! Next part coming soon! Sorry for the delay.

Ivar wasn’t one for surprises but that doesn’t mean he was exempt from them. Aslaug had a plan and it was in action. Sigurd and Hvitserk were decorating the hall and the living room. While you Ubbe and Aslaug prepped the food. Ivar was a picky eater. He preferred meat and sweats, which pissed you off that he remained lean. Meanwhile if you eat one damn snickers bar you were up three pounds the minute you swallowed it.

“Chop the salad up sweetie.” Aslaug handed you the salad mix that was already chopped and you nodded your head as she walked out of the kitchen.

“I am sure that she has lost her mind.” Ubbe laughs as he pours the vodka in the mix drink.

“Likely.” You mix the salad and try not to make eye contact with him. You didn’t really know what to say to him ever since that night. It still replayed constantly. Every feeling you relived damn near nightly.

“Quiet around me now?”

“I don’t know what to say to you Ubbe. We weren’t exactly close friends before this you know?”

“We were friends to say the least. You won’t even look at me.” He nudged your chin up to him and grabbed your hand. “I said it was out secret and I meant it. But I would like to know how you felt?”

“It felt amazing.”

“Well good. I can see why Ivar is possessive of you.” He winks. “I’m going to get some rum. Uncle Rollo won’t drink nothing else apparently.”

When he leaves the kitchen you put the salad in a matching bowl to the rest of the layout. And pray no more Lothbroks come in the kitchen. But it was too late for Hvitserk was already watching you from across the room. His arms folded and his face pensive.

“What?”

“I don’t really understand you.” Hvitserk said.

“What’s not to understand Hvitserk? Are you finish with Africa?”

“Are you fucking Ubbe too?”

Your eyes widen as you look around the room for listeners. The house was so huge there was no telling who could have heard what he said. “Hvitserk.”

“Oh Gods, you are.” He blushed. “You sat there and bashed Margarethe about fucking both me and Ubbe and here you are doing the same thing?” He walked closer shaking his head. “Ivar know?”

“I didn’t say that it was true Hvitserk and either way, it’s none of your business.”

“I would have let you fuck Ivar had you asked and not went behind my back.” He shrugs his shoulders and nods his head. “So is this door open for just brothers he likes or…” He touches your back. “You want to rekindle some magic?”

You slap his hand away. “Fuck you Hvitserk. Stay out of it. Please.”

“Embarrassed, fine I will.” He holds his hands up as he walks out of the kitchen. “He just pulled up.” He called out to the rest of his family. You follow him for all eyes to be glued on you and Hvitserk. Shit. Your reputation in this family had grown bad. Ragnar raised his eyebrow to you as you moved closer to Ubbe, who knew what lines to cross.

It takes Ivar a few minutes to get to the door but he does cussing the entire time, “Dad, you could at least turn the damn light outside. I’m a fucking cripple. I don’t have super human…”

“SURPRISE!!” You all yell. They all start to sing Happy Birthday and it apparent that he is not for it. He blushes either from embarrassment or happiness but you don’t stop singing.

Ivar nods his head. “Damn it.” He groans with a smile. “Thanks asses and sweetheart.” He winks at you. Ivar had changed a little after the events of the past few months. He wanted you and him to be quiet and to yourselves. And you didn’t disagree.

He kisses you wrapping his one arm around your waist. “You collaborated with my mom for this shit huh?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yep. But this isn’t your present from me.”

“Oh shit,” Ivar nips at your ear. “We can leave. I’m not really one for parties.”

“Ivar.”

“Fine, we can stay.”

Hvitserk eyes you two the entire time as if he is truly upset about Ubbe. He truly didn’t even know if you two had done something but his assumptions were not wrong. Ubbe kept his distance only hugging Ivar and moving back to Torvi and Bjorn. You sit next to him as he talks to Ragnar listening in on what he would allow you to hear.

“Dad, listen to me. There has to be retaliation, or no reason would be no attack back. We stole valuable information and hit their homes.”

“You are always ready for war Ivar.” Floki said nodding his head. “There is no reason we should expect something back from him. We done well with everything.”

“You’re too comfortable.” Ivar knocked back the remaining parts of his beer and looked to Harald. “Would you retaliate?”

“Of course.” Harald answers giving you a small smile. “It’s only smart.”

“Thank you. While we are all here I might as well tell you that I have been looking at Lagertha’s expenses and she has some cash flow going between Ecbert and Hedeby.” Ivar says eyeing Bjorn whose attention has turned.

“Why are you digging?” Hvitserk asked.

“The same reason I bugged your damn apartment Hvitserk,” He pauses. “To know shit. The more you know, the more leverage we have. What is your treacherous mom doing to Ecbert? Does she not like women now?”

“Ivar.” You say knowing it would do no good.

Ragnar does not stop Ivar from questioning Bjorn he just waits. Ivar releases your hand and leans forward. His face is amused garnished with a smug smirk. “You think I didn’t check her? When were you going to tell us about it Bjorn?”

“I don’t deal with my mom’s per-“

“Cut that bullshit.” He smiles. “You almost got my girlfriend killed. And I don’t take those kind of death threats kindly, you big fucking snake.”

“Your girlfriend almost got herself killed, spending more time fucking Ubbe than actually working.” Hvitserk smiled. “Can’t blame him for her fuck ups.”

“Hvitserk!”

“Calm yourself babe. I am not worried about you outing my girlfriend. She done what she was allowed to do. I think you’re just mad I didn’t let your mediocre ass fuck her again? Is that it?”

Hvitserk comes toward Ivar and he doesn’t hesitate to snatch the knife from his pocket. “You’ll need that.”

“I could have no arms and still kick your ass Hvitserk.”

“Fucking drop it then ass.”

“ENOUGH!” Aslaug yells. “Ragnar, your sons are coming for each other’s throats!” She pushes him off the couch.

“They are grown men.” He whispers.

Ubbe stands between Hvitserk and Ivar. “I think you two have said your piece.” He takes the knife from Ivar and pushes Hvitserk back. “And you’ve said enough.” He says pointing to Hvitserk.

Bjorn sets his cup down, “I think this party is over, huh?”

“Yes, tell that bitch. We need a chat.” Ivar yells through cupped hands to Bjorn.

All is quiet for a moment and then there is beeping noise. It grows louder and louder and their eyes travel the room nervously. Ragnar points to a small red dot. “EVERYONE GET DOWN!!” He yells. The house rattles and you feel yourself being catapulted across the room hitting the wall and sliding down to see the dust fill the room with flames surrounding it. Then it all fades to black.

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