#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL
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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS#REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT#NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS#THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of#another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her#idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had#when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think#i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that#AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE#I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME#THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL#in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad#this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi#gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show#i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM
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G.I.G.S. PLAY LETHAL COMPANY
STREAM RECAP
Skizz, Grian and Impulse appear in orange spacesuits in a down-at-heel salvage spaceship. They are met with a glowing red display informing them they have 4 days left to meet profit quota.
Impulse makes a good-faith attempt to read the training manual, but this is aggressively ignored by the other two, and even Impulse gives up completely when Scar arrives.
Grian hates that they all look the same and demands they change suits.
They all succeed in changing their suits to exactly the same shade of orange as they have only unlocked one color.
Grian deals with his frustration at being thwarted by jumping over the railing of their ship as it starts to land shouting WHEE!
Skizz: Did he just jump?
Grian: [has sustained enormous amounts of fall damage] MY LEGS
Eventually they discover the main point of the game, a mysterious abandoned facility.
Grian: HEEEEEEE [jumps over the railing into the depths of the facility]
Grian has died.
Grian’s ghost commands the ship to leave early.
The whole party are left by Grian to perish on a hostile planet.
Skizz: So, what did we learn?
Scar & Impulse together: Nothing.
Grian: Falling hurts?
Impulse discovers a valve he can’t pull. Scar asks if he needs a man to come down and pull his valve. Scar finds he cannot pull the valve either and suggests maybe we need someone else to come down and crank it.
Scar: Should we have left Grian to his own devices? [This is slander, Grian has begun to find valuable items for the crew.]
Scar and Skizz are eaten by sand monsters.
Scar and Skizz attempt to abandon the others but Impulse and Grian make it back in time.
Grian: I can’t believe how bad we are at this.
1 day left to meet profit quota.
New planet! it is raining. Scar and Skizz get lost on an old rail track for about five minutes. When they return, they find the mysterious splattered corpses of their dead friends.
Both of them stand there inspecting the mysterious splattered corpses of their dead friends beside an inexplicable jar of pickles. Scar picks up a corpse. Skizz retrieves the pickles.
Scar get splattered by exactly the same monster as the other two, in the same place, doing the same thing.
Skizz: I saved the pickles!
Impulse’s ghost: Really? 😒
0 days left to meet profit quota.
Argument over the value of pickles all the way back to the company planet, where a small window with a bell is apparently where to sell their stuff. Impulse tells the others to ring the bell and stand back. A dark force scythes out of the window and consumes their scrap. They return to orbit.
Ship: YOU HAVE NOT ACHIEVED YOUR PROFIT QUOTA. WELCOME TO OUR DISCIPLINARY CLASSES.
The airlock opens and sucks the whole party out into the airless void.
Impulse: Noooooooo!
Scar: Did we get spaced!?
Grian: [in a tone that suggests he thinks the Company have a point about incompetence] We’re being disciplined. In space.
Scar: I don’t like our boss.
Grian announces that he has a NEW STRATEGY. We stick together, we find stuff together, and we leave together.
Grian immediately runs off after landing.
Impulse: I think he’s dead.
Scar: Have faith in him, he’s British.
Grian: [reappears] The profit quota is 130 credits. We can do this if we do it PROPERLY. [These are rich words for a man who has jumped unnecessarily to his death several times.]
However, Grian is absolutely determined they are going to succeed. He finds a whole scrap engine. Meanwhile Scar, wondering if he will ever find anything of value, is delighted to find and recover an ominously glowing light.
Skizz: [hearing the new hum] What did you do?
Scar: I salvaged a lightbulb!
Impulse: YOU TURNED ON THE RADIATION, SCAR.
Scar: That wasn’t me, that was…Grian.
They have collected a big metal cog, an engine, Scar’s ominously glowing lightbulb, and miscellaneous junk. Skizz has died again. In site of Grian’s agitation for efficiency, they are still a few credits short of the quota. They are once more sucked through the airlock into the cold void of space.
Impulse: AUGH!
Skizz: OH NO COME ON.
Grian: [disgusted] We deserved it.
New planet again! They are definitely going to do things better and more efficiently this time.
Impulse: I’ve bought four flashlights! We should see a rocket landing to give them to us.
The rocket arrives playing a jaunty ice-cream truck tune. Skizz welcomes it by standing under it and yelling.
Skizz is killed by the rocket.
Scar: That’s so sad. [steals his flashlight]
Scar has found a horn
Grian: I think—
HORN NOISE
Grian: I think I’m going—
HORN NOISE
Grian: …
HORN NOISE
Grian: I’m going back to the ship.
HORN NOISE HORN NOISE HORN NOISE
Skizz: Well at least I always know where Scar is now
HORN NOISE
Grian: [back at the ship] SCAR I’m going to have to ask you to DROP THE HORN.
Scar will not drop the horn. They travel to company planet to sell. Visibly at the end of his rope, Grian finally convinces Scar to put down the horn.
Grian immediately steals the horn for himself and starts using it.
The next mysterious abandoned facility has nothing to offer but a very difficult parkour jump over a dizzying drop.
Grian: We gotta do the jump.
Impulse successfully makes the jump and gets to the other side. A giant braineating slug instantly drops on his head. The others assist him via encouraging shouts of ‘look at that idiot!’. Eventually it is decided there has to be a rescue party. The other three make the jump and try ineffectually punching the slug (Scar: BANG HIM. JUST BANG HIM!) The slug finishes eating Impulse’s brain and starts eating Grian’s. (Grian: IT’S ON ME). Scar attempts to pick up Grian’s body. The slug lands on Scar. The slug eats Scar’s brain while Skizz runs away and starts the ship.
Skizz: [having abandoned all his friends to die and failed to pick up any scrap] A grade D? This is outrageous.
Scar picks up the horn again in revenge.
They return to the company planet. Grian rings the bell several times to sell their stuff.
An eldritch tentacle monstrosity eats Grian.
Impulse: There was a bell. You knew he was going to press the button too many times.
Scar: WHY DO WE WORK FOR SOMEBODY LIKE THIS.
Newly resurrected, Grian proposes for their next run on a new planet they buy some flashlights. Impulse proposes that they save the money as they will probably die and need them on a future mission. Skizz proposes they buy Impulse some OPTIMISM and BELIEF IN HIS TEAM. This motion is carried.
Scar proposes they all take a moment to remember the airhorn and how fun it was. This motion is summarily discarded.
Grian jumps into a sand creek in his great excitement at the arrival of the ice-cream truck supply rocket and slowly falls to his death shrieking HELP ME.
Impulse: I’M HELPING [Impulse also slowly falls to his death]
Skizz: Here’s the ice-cream truck!
They were too slow and the rocket has left without giving them the flashlights.
In an act of protest at being a ghost, Grian starts playing a Switch game with the music up and his mic on.
Scar dies to another carnivorous slug and Impulse and Grian’s ghosts tell the ship to take off and let Skizz perish on the hostile planet, leaving once more with no scrap and a mission grade of F.
Scar: We’re all dead.
Impulse, the man who originally threw away the instruction manual: Maybe we should read up and see if there’s something we missed about this game.
Scar: I liked the air horn.
Impulse: … What if we played Phasmophobia instead?
#stream recaps#long post#team gigs#goodtimeswithscar#impulsesv#grian#gtws#skizzleman#this one IS a recap not a fic#i know this is also my fic format but this did all actually happen#and i'm still laughing at it#glossy text
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I think it's still fucked up that Alderheart was forced into being a Med. Cat because he needed more time and training than most apprentices.
I know that's not the whole story, but damn does this whole situation make me mad. When Bramblestar breaks the news to him that he MUST be a Medicine Cat, he literally says "Oh yeah it's the will of God, kiddo!!!!!" and then refuses to elaborate while he expects him to just. Not get upset by that?
And then when he does realistically get upset, Molewhisker, the person who should be advocating for him, reaffirms that yeah actually you really suck Alderpaw!! You are worthless because you can't hunt or fight despite only being in training for a month now!!! Now shut up and get into the Medicine Den you worthless fuck
And Leafpool and Jayfeather? Oh yeah they don't care that this child is being forced into this job because his dad is going on a powertrip. Oh yeah we definitely got a vision from God and it was definitely about you, despite the fact that there are so many cats with white tail tips that it could be about literally anyone else in the world.
And this is presented as a good thing, apparently. Ignoring the fact that he gets a prophecy/quest later on, I don't think it's good to tell anyone that oh yeah you need to change professions because you're taking too long to learn. Yeah you really suck at your job right now, so I am going to force you into a new job you don't want and there's nothing you can do about it because I said so. Improvement? Working hard and learning? What's that? Yeah I can't hear you, it's the will of God, sorry buddy :(((
Like. It just makes me so mad to think that Alderpaw was essentially punished for needing more help than most cats. Like come on, would it really be so hard to monitor his progress a little more and give him more time without judging or scolding him? And would it be so difficult to not shame him every time he misses an "easy" catch, or scream at him whenever he gets lost in a daydream, or fuck up his self-esteem by not even offering him praise when he succeeds?
And why didn't anyone stick up for him at all, considering that Bramblestar & Co. confronted him publicly with this? Squirrelflight? Lionblaze? Sparkpaw? Jayfeather, who was also forced to be a Med. Cat? Why didn't anyone push back against this? The whole prophecy/vision is sketchy as hell considering that the only hint they got was a white tail tipped cat. Somebody should've questioned this more.
Oh dang this is getting long. Umm. So. That's the end, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk guys!! And thank you to Alderheart for simply existing in this world, love you dude :)
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Happy Saturday fandom :) Already onto episode 2. We get to see some new challenges for Tim and lots of work flirts because well it’s s4. These two are emotionally dating whether they realize it or not haha. Not a ton in this ep for them but just enough goodies possible with them riding apart. Off we go.
4x02 Five Minutes
We start our ep off with Nolan helping out with paint samples. Tamara has moved in (yay I love this) and they’re trying to decide what color. Tamara says she doesn’t care it’s Lucy's apt. Seemingly resigned at this point. Lucy doesn’t agree and says it’s her room though. Tamara says it’s not hers it’s…she trails off before mentioning Jackson's name. Lucy realizes this and cuts it off before she gets emotional. My heart. Nolan tells her they have to get ready for work.
They leave Tamara's room and Lucy asks John if they’re being silly about the color? That they're taking this long to pick one out? He’s says it’s not 'We' but her. Lucy gives him a look. She knows what he's implying but isn’t ready to talk about it yet. So she hands him his bag instead. She notes it’s super heavy. Asking what’s in it? Apparently Tim gave him ton of books to read for being a T.O. Nolan asks if it’s weird for her Tim's not a T.O. anymore?
Lucy acting all civil and grown up or trying to. Saying no he’s moving on with his career. So will she. I mean deep down she's gotta be happy with the fact that she was the last rookie he trained fully. End on a high note and all that. That high note being her. She continues on that she hadn't even thought of him being a rookie Sergeant. The look on her face betraying her words. She's failing terribly at containing her excitement at what she's done haha
As we can see in this next scene Lucy is a lying liar who lies. We cut to Tim looking fine af in a TIGHT red t-shirt. Sweet baby James those guns should be illegal. Look at his bicep as he opens that locker. My god. Walking thirst trap and I'm here for it. He’s all happy walking up to his locker. Then he opens it and finds her note with a bunch of small boots LOL It’s amazing and glorious. His face kills me. I love her knowing the combination to his lock in first place to plant these. Ahh the work flirts between these two never cease to amaze. Pranking is one of their love languages hehe
Tim enters Grey’s office to officially get his Sergeant’s badge for Mid Wilshire. He’s so excited it's adorable to watch. Telling Grey he won’t let him down. Wade says he will. Tim looks crushed poor love. Grey telling him he’s going to fail just as much as he succeeds. Interesting to watch Tim stumble off the blocks a bit with this. The entire episode is him feeling out being a Sergeant for the first time. Naturally he’s a little cocky. He's always puffing his chest out more around others that aren't Lucy heh
Tim is thinking he can just apply his T.O. Tactics to this and Wade isn’t about it. The little wink above. Have mercy sir ... Learned all that sass from being around his girl haha Grey is not amused. Tells him he can easily remove those strips HA I love it. So much growth to be had in this new role of his. Always love watching him stretch himself. Grey tells Tim he’s going to be leading roll call today. He is so amped. I love this sfm.
Grey announces Tim being the station's newest sergeant and Lucy is aglow with pride. Look at her. She is so damn excited and proud of him. She's been on this journey with him since day one. Ready to make a big deal and celebrate him. Even when he won’t. Especially when he won’t. This reaction is proud wifey status right here. Her pre clap is so cute. She is ready to celebrate him and his achievement before anyone else is. Lucy notice's no one else is as excited as her and has to rein herself back in LOL The minute it's announced she is filled with pride and glee. It's written all over her body language and her need to want to clap for him before it's time. You know he made eye contact with her for that little smirk. I love them.
Also let’s talk about the heart eyes/little eye sex Lucy is giving Tim during his first roll call he's leading Look at her in the beginning. Keep it in your pants Officer Chen LMAO You are in public madam. Tim is shocking everyone but Lucy with his rant. Just a normal day for her when he talks like this. It's too funny. He is shocking everyone else though. Even Grey is thrown back by his words. Not his girl though. There’s nothing he can say that’ll throw her. Look at her smile as she leaves the roll call room. She is bemused he just went on a 'Tim Rant' in his first roll call. I love it so much.
We rejoin Lucy with Nolan in their shop. She is asking about wallpaper and what he thinks? Nolan pokes the bear one more time. Saying she’s the most insightful person he knows. Lucy has to see why she is delaying picking out a color. That Tamara can never accept the room as her's till Lucy moves on from it being Jackson’s. Before she can answer a car races by them. They pull them over immediately.
Nolan asks if he can practice being a T.O. With her? Lucy gives him some crap then says yeah show me what you got. He calls her boot and lives to regret it so very much. I love the absolute sass in her body language alone. Like you best walk that back LOL She barely let Tim call her that let alone you Nolan haha
Grey and Tim are riding together today. Wade going over not arriving to a scene right away. How it hurts the officer's confidence when you do. You can see Tim squirming in his seat with all this haha It's the very opposite of being a training officer. This is where this position makes him grow. It’s forcing him to do things he normally wouldn’t. Honestly riding with Lucy prepped him for this in a way he doesn’t understand just yet. Taught him all the things he needs to be a good supervisor.
Doesn’t mean he won’t have growing pains along the way though LOL Before he can reply Nolan contacts them about the driver he’s pulled over. Nolan ran her ID and finds out she is a white whale. Claire Ivy. Been suspected in multiple heists dating back 20 years. How Lopez almost caught her in 2016. Grey tells him to cite her and let her go. To inform her she’s on their radar though. To leave town ASAP.
Nolan returns to Lucy and Claire. She is a complete bad ass. Not taking Nolan’s warnings seriously at all. She even winks at Lucy before taking off. Nolan asking her what she thinks? Lucy having the funniest reply. Saying she has a girl crush haha I love Lucy so much.
Tim and Wade show up to Nyla’s scene. Her first call with Aaron is a murder. Grey asks her where her rookie is? She point to him on the sidewalk sitting. Looking pretty shaken up. Tim asks if he puked with a smile. Heh you’re terrible you handsome devil. She says yes but it’s more than the gore. That he was having some PTSD. Then tells Grey it’s almost like he shouldn’t be a cop…. Harper was so harsh with Aaron in the beginning. Grey notes it’s a good thing he has the best T.O. In the business to help him then.
Tim needing to give Nyla a hard time says his line above. I love the constant teasing between these two. It’s so funny and a delight to watch how they’ve developed. Her face is everything haha The rivalry between them is the absolute best. Wade tells Tim to stay on task.... Tim tries to canvass and Grey stops him. Saying he’s there to supervise not canvas. Poor Tim its a default gear for him. So he tells Harper to take her rookie and do as such. She gives him a smile saying 'Yes sir.' hehe
Lucy gets home and has a heart to heart with Tamara. She knows she can't avoid having it any longer. It makes me emotional to watch Lucy struggle with talking about him. Then Tamara gets emotional as well. Getting me right in the feels ladies. Lucy apologizing for being so manic about the color. That when they do this it'll make all this real. Even months later she will have to face that fact that he's never coming home to this room. Which is rough for both of them to deal with. I mean Tamara is feeling guilt for even taking the room let alone altering it. Lucy is struggling changing it as well for her own reasons.
Tamara feeling hesitant to make it her own. Because anytime she changes anything feels like she erasing him. Ugh my heart. This is such a good scene for them though. I love Lucy telling her Jackson would’ve loved her staying here. He would've wanted something good to come out of this. This is Lucy’s official moving on moment. Not letting this weigh her down any longer. So Tamara too can move on and not feel guilty making this room her own. Guess Nolan was right. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in awhile eh?
We find Lucy and Nolan next day camping outside Claire's hotel. They're talking about his date with Bailey and her breaking up with him via text. Before they delve any further Tim calls in asking for a status update. Lucy lets him know no activity on their end but what about the rest of her team? I love this mini moment of theirs. Their banter over the radio. Them talking this situation out. Like Nolan isn’t even there. Theorizing together like they’re in the same car. Their work chemistry isn't missing a beat in this scene. Also lets admire his bicep in this scene. Straining against that sleeve.*fans self* It's like he wants me to comment like this LMFAO
Tim telling Lucy his thoughts is my fav part. Being vulnerable with her saying he’s nervous. Only Lucy gets this side of him even when they’re not in the same space I love it sfm. There is growth in this moment. Normally he would just say or direct an OP like this. Wouldn’t need anyone else’s input. But now he’s post-Lucy being his rookie. We see the impact she’s had on him. How he’s relying on her thoughts and relaying his own. Doesn’t seem like a big moment in grand scheme of things. When we know the cuteness at the end of this episode. But I love underrated moments and this is one of them.
Grey finds out Tim was apart of the OP who took down Claire and her team. He is none too happy about it. Tim is confused saying he used his skills in the best way possible. Wade calls him out for it. Telling him no. He just couldn’t trust anyone else to get it done right. That control freaks don’t make good sergeants. It’s a rough first go for Tim. He has a lot to learn about stepping back and his need to control. To trust those around him. It’s something we will see him grow in this season.
But we can’t appreciate such growth unless we see him start at square one. Just like with S1 Tim. If we didn’t see him at his lowest how could we truly appreciate the depth of his growth when it happened? It’s the same with his new role as sergeant. He does stand his ground saying he needs to find his own way as a sergeant. He asks Grey if there is anything else? He adds on praise is important. An 'Atta-Boy' from the boss goes a long way.
Lucy is trying to sneak more booties into Tim’s locker when he catches her. Tim acting like he’s shocked but I don’t think he really is haha Asking her what she's doing? Lucy telling him how she’s paying him back. That word haunts her LOL She has to remind him he is a 'Boot' now. Getting immense joy out of teasing him. They are so married in this scene it’s unreal. Naturally he has to chastise her doing the same prank twice. Wouldn’t be him if he didn’t. His way of flirting right back. These two idiots in love.
Lucy hands him the booties and says she’s going to leave him to it then. Not expecting more out of this moment than this mini banter. Tim doesn’t let her get too far before giving her that compliment. He's so uncomfortable about saying it you know she is soaking this up. Enjoying him being uncomfortable so much.
Lucy is also stunned he’s giving her praise so freely when he finally gets it out. Her face says everything about her disbelief. Tim sees it instantly and tells her Grey suggested he do so. Like it's such a hardship to praise her like this heh. Lucy seeing he’s trying to grow and thanks him with that cocky smirk we know he loves so much.
Although Lucy can’t pass up the opportunity to push his buttons. Has to see if she can’t get him to spill more since he is in a sharing mood. About her specifically of course haha One of her love languages is receiving those words of affirmation and praise from him. She laps it up like a thirsty dog hehe She’s comfortable enough ‘Push her luck’ as Tim states above. Tim of course stops Lucy in her tracks. Knowing exactly what she is up to.
I love her awkward exit when she knows she has pressed her luck. The pointing and backing out is so adorable I can not stand it. We know he loves her goofy dorkiness. It's that dorky sunshine he falls in love with in the first place. You know he misses riding with her so much in this moment. He holds his ‘serious’ face till she leaves. Shakes his head so bemused by her actions.
Then when she’s out of sight his true colors come into play. Look at this man. Tim looks down at the boots with a happy smirk. He is so smitten and happy she did this prank. Why you ask? Because it meant she was thinking of him. Thought of his special day and did something to commemorate it. You know he actually loves how thoughtful she is. How she always makes him #1. Makes him feel like he’s #1 in her book. Something that is so very foreign to him.
Just like Lucy adores his praise. He soaks up her affection and putting him and his accomplishments on the front burner. Never lets Tim pass by with anything less than a Lucy worthy celebration. Like I said earlier pranking is a love language of their's. This is her way of saying she cares. Does it in a way he can handle but knows her intention. Tim has never had someone like her before. He is very smitten and that wall of his is damn near rubble at this point. We’re not there yet but it’s on it's way to utter ruin. Thank you Lucy Chen haha
Tamara finally finishes up her room. She’s nervous to show Lucy. It’s so cute. I love what she did with it. So very her and I love it. Lucy giving her stamp approval is just what she needed. This is such a cute moment. I love their chosen sisterhood so much. Gives me warm fuzzies for days. How far they’ve come from Tamara stealing Lucy’s car heh Tamara finally having her own safe space and having it with Lucy is the best part.
Cute little episode for them as we enter full into this season. I always love when we get little work flirts with them. They’re dating and have idea about and that’s the best part of the the whole dynamic.
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Side notes non chenford-
The introduction of Aaron. I wasn’t sure about him at first but ended up adoring him. He won me over fairly quickly.
Wes and Angela spending the only time Jack sleeps theorizing about Aaron’s case instead of sleeping LOL I love them sfm.
Thank you as always to those who continuously like, comment and reblog these reviews. Makes my heart so happy. Shall see you all in 4x03 :)
#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie#chenford#chenford hiatus#waiting on s6#winter rewatch#s4#4x02 Five Minutes#the rookie 4x02#otp: doing my job#otp: you know me so well. too well#otp: some things matter more#otp: you did good#tim x lucy#tim bradford#lucy chen#lucy x tim#the rookie#eric winter#melissa o'neil#tim bradford x lucy chen
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Tag Team AU Synopsis – Something Ventured, Something Framed + Escape of the Palisman
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Previous [Lost in Language + Once Upon a Swap]
Next Part [Sense and Insensitivity + Adventures in the Elements + The First Day]
Starting to double down way more, but we have a Luz-centric ep and a sibling ep today!
Something Ventured, Something Framed
There’s not much plot I wrote for this one. Luz goes to Hexside to tutor Amity, since she basically fired Lilith from the position in Covention. Amity gets some Luz lore, mainly that she’s the same age as her and that she was taken in by the Emperor when she lost her family.
Eventually, Amity notices that Luz is a bit uncomfortable getting stared at by the other kids, and she pulls her to the bathroom to change her into a Hexside uniform.
(hood is up, so ears aren't showing)
On their way to a classroom, they run into Gus. Luz and Gus hit it off pretty instantly, as Luz recognizes the acronym on his HAS president crown. Luz introduces herself as a Human appreciator, and Gus gets his nickname. They get to talking about humans, but at some point Luz’s learned-bias against humans comes up.
(This isn’t stuff that Belos taught her necessarily, but it’s definitely something she picked up given how much he says she’s helpless without Hunter to protect her. It's more self-depreciation than anything she'd think about anyone else.)
Luz goes to the bathroom to angst about knowing less about her own humanity than someone who isn’t even human (cool visual of her looking at her ears in the mirror and sighing), when Amity comes in and comforts her a bit. It doesn't work super well considering she has no idea what Luz is going through and Luz can't exactly tell her.
Their goal in tutoring is to get Amity to learn the spell she learns in Adventures in the Elements, the purple fire spell. After a few failed attempts, Luz's haphazard explanations of how she thinks casting spells should feel, and generally hitting a brick wall, Luz tentatively shows Amity the fire glyph and explains some of the glyph theory behind fire spells in general – you need to know what you need in order to cast it.
While they do that, Gus goes through some stuff of his own – mainly, Mattholomule succeeds in stealing the H.A.S. presidency from him since Gus doesn't have human Luz to fall back on. He's walking outside the room Luz and Amity are training in after losing the presidency when he recognizes the glyph as something that Hunter brought up in Hooty's Moving Hassle – that if you see someone using one, chances are you can't do magic naturally. He connects the dots as Luz not being able to do magic (not necessarily that she's human), and gets some context for the whole "magic-less = useless" spiel she went on.
After they stop training, Gus approaches them and he and Luz hash it out. Luz admits that she probably doesn't know a lot about humans, and that Gus was probably right. Gus says that they can learn a lot from human ingenuity, and that the fact they do the things they do without magic is inspiring (hint hint).
Then Willow probably comes in, has tension with Amity, recognizes Luz's voice as the GG, and Gus freaks out as an ending gag.
Escape of the Palisman
Luz and Hunter are on a GG mission in the Bat Queen’s woods to gather palismen for Belos.
Eventually, they hear a screech, and all hell breaks loose as the bat queen appears. Luz is kidnapped while Hunter is fighting off the babies. He chases after them, but is quickly lost when…
Flapjack appears!
(i had this written before the name reveal, so Flapjack is Rascal in my notes occasionally).
Cut to Luz, who wakes up from being kidnapped and finds herself in the Bat Queen’s cave. They talk about the situation, mainly that Bat Queen is pissed and figures she’ll take the Emperor’s child since he keeps taking her own. Some dialogue about how Luz feels about Belos taking her in and BQ’s views on that until Hunter appears and frees Luz, and THERE’S FINALLY A TAG TEAM SIBLING FIGHT.
It’s pretty slapdash, though. Luz gets knocked out, the staff is kicked away, and Hunter is cornered by BQ.
He escapes on Flapjack with the bag of palismen, the staff, and Luz. He lands in a clearing and Luz wakes up.
They go back to the castle. There’s probably a scene where Belos chews them out, and the way he talks to them kind of hints towards him being more pissed at Hunter than Luz.
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A Mission of Another Kind
Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N
-- Both Parts
Summary: Jake is assigned to a mission he did not think he would have to take part in, despite training for it with everyone else. Considering its high level of danger, you had been happy he hadn’t volunteered for it, until he came to your house one morning to tell you he had been assigned and would be leaving within the hour.
Warnings/Notes: Um…it’s a little angsty I guess. There might be cursing (I don’t actually know. I didn’t go back and check. I just assume there is because that’s usually my thing). Love confessing because I am a s-u-c-k-e-r for it. happier stuff at the end. Bradley “the brother” Bradshaw. Smut No Minors (18+)
Part of Wants and Needs Series. Takes place after Scrapes and Bruises. I just put both parts together for this.
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“Baby,” Jake sighed. “Baby, say something.”
He kneeled in front of where you sat on the couch, trying to catch your eye as you picked at the fingernail you accidentally broke when your boyfriend walked through the door and told you he was leaving you.
You swallowed hard, voice raspy from the sudden dryness at the back of your throat when you said, “I thought you weren’t on this one.”
He took your hand in his and squeezed. “Plans…changed a bit,” he said, but you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him.
You knew what truths you would see in those green eyes if you did: that this mission was no joke, and the potential for something happening to him was now significantly higher than you were comfortable with, to put it mildly.
He had explained a bit of it to you, back when he thought we wasn’t going to be a part of it. Mav and Cyclone had asked for volunteers first but based on what Jake told you—the level of accuracy and skill required to succeed—you couldn’t imagine why anyone would. There would be no room for error. You were just glad he hadn’t been first in line to sign himself up. Jake loved his attention, and a few months ago he would have stepped forward, ready to further prove his talents, but when he met you that goal became secondary. And while he had been on missions since you committed to one another, they were nothing like this one. This one, which had been dubbed by the team “the riskiest since their first at Top Gun.”
Learning about that first mission gave you nightmares for weeks. By the time you came around, the team didn’t so much talk about it anymore, their conversations drawn more towards the present, but eventually Rooster gave you the details.
He told you that had it not been for your boyfriend, your honorary uncle and best friend would have died that day. But as you slept, your subconscious twisted those details into a million different nightmares that were so vivid behind closed eyelids they had you shooting out of bed, suffocating solely because your lungs refused to take in the available oxygen prying at your airways. Jake, not the heaviest of sleepers as it was, would shoot up a minute later at the sound of your gasps, putting his hands on your face to ground and center you with his touch. He’d beg you to open your eyes, to see him, and on the nights when your brain couldn’t quite comprehend his words, he’d kiss you until your chest stopped constricting and you remembered how to inhale.
Every night as he tucked you back into his side, he would ask what happened, but you never told him. You would just shake your head and settle against the warmth of his body, knowing you wouldn’t be able to explain what went on in your head without sobbing. You wouldn’t be able to both breathe and describe just how tortured you were by your own subconscious’s crafted images of his death.
“They only gave me an hour,” he said.
An hour that surely started the minute he left base, which he would have to be returned to before those sixty minutes were up. You tried to calculate the time: the sum of the drive to your house, the drive back, the full minute he spent staring at you after you opened the front door to let him in, the five minutes it took for him to tell you what was about to happen, the three minutes you spent in silent shock. How many minutes were you wasting by not looking at his handsome face? How many minutes had you already wasted without your mouth on his? You didn’t know. You had no idea where to start, and no desire to spend another minute trying to figure out just how little time you had left with him.
His hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking back and forth along your cheekbone, and you raised your head to look at him. He was so beautiful, even with his brows pinched in concern and eyes greener from the red tint surrounding the irises.
“They wanted me to call instead,” he whispered, “but I couldn’t not see you.”
His eyes were scanning over the features of your face. Memorizing, you realized. Packing away into the corners of his mind every freckle, mole, and sunspot on your skin. The curve of your lips, the line of your nose, the angle of your jaw. Memorizing it all, the same way you were as you looked at him so you wouldn’t forget a thing; not even the scar above his brow from that time he and Rooster decided to be idiots and attack one another.
“Why you,” you asked.
“One of the guys who volunteered was declared unfit this morning. We all trained for it. They asked for me, and I can’t tell them no,” He replied. “I told Rooster. He’s going to come stay with you while I’m gone.”
You nodded in understanding, proud of your strength in the simple action when every fiber of your being begged you to shake your head at every word that had come out of his mouth from the moment he walked through your door.
His fingers slowly drew lines down the curve of your cheek until his index finger found its spot crooked under your chin and his thumb carefully ran over the plumpness of your bottom lip. He rose a bit on his knee and kissed you hard.
Your hands met at the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair as his tongue brushed against yours. He sucked lightly on your bottom lip before giving it a little bite, forcing a weak whimper that his deep groan muffled.
You didn’t know how long you sat there, pouring every good, intense, honest, beautiful feeling you had for him into that kiss, but he clearly did. He must’ve been counting down the seconds you had left. Every time he tried to stop himself by separating your lips, only a half-second would pass before he was kissing you again. And three times that happened before he finally stopped, let out a shaky breath, and met your eyes.
He sighed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and with a small smile that was not the tiniest bit believable, he said, “Baby, I need you to tell me to go.”
“What?”
“If you don’t tell me to go,” he shook his head, “I’m never going to walk out that door.”
“But—”
“Baby, please.”
The thought made your stomach flip. To say the words that would send him away was not an ability you had within you. But when you looked at him, when the pain behind his stare bore into your heart, you knew you’d have to find a way to do it; to be strong for him.
You kissed him again and settled your hands on the sides of his face with a smile that was no more convincing than his had been. Then you leaned forward, rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes. You took a moment, just to breathe in the same space as he was, to know that was he was alive and safe.
Your lips parted, and with a crack in your voice, you said—
“Go to work, Jake.”
A tear streamed down your cheek, and you bit your bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
He inhaled deeply, it exhaling as a puff against your face.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Then he slipped out of your grasp like sand through spread fingers. And by the time you opened your eyes, he was gone, door closing behind him with a slam that echoed down the hollow hall in tune with your sobs.
“What’s going on in there,” Rooster asked, tapping your forehead with an index finger.
You curled your legs under you in the cream armchair and tucked your fuzzy blanket around your hips as your friend handed you a cup of coffee. Mumbling your thanks, you took a drink before placing it on the side table.
Rooster sat on the couch across from you, sipping from his own mug and carefully watching your every move. He had been doing so as much as he could for the last seventy-eight hours and thirty-two minutes. From the moment he arrived at your doorstep, he barely let you out of his sight.
He knew how terrified you were, even if you didn’t quite show it. He knew what you had experienced before: the fears you’d had as a child when your father was sent on missions, and then the horror of his death a year and a half ago when his plane went down during a joyride. You had your reasons to be afraid, valid ones, and Rooster promised to do everything within his power to be there for you in whatever way you needed. Even if that meant ignoring the emotions you were trying so hard to conceal from him.
And he knew you were heartbroken, having heard your desperate sobs as he sat by your door each night after you said you were going to bed. He’d dragged your comfiest lounge chair right outside your bedroom and took post like a guard dog, even though the threat attacking your heart was not something he could reach out and touch, let alone defend you from.
But still, he waited, just so you could have the reassurance that if you needed him, if you chose to share your emotions, he could be by your side in five seconds or less. He would stay with you if that was what you wanted; maybe attempt to distract you with lame jokes and stories of sweet memories, or maybe hold your hand the way he used to, when you were children having sleepovers in rooms so dark your minds would run away with you until you saw monsters that weren’t there. You had always been like a little sister to him, and he wasn’t about to leave you alone in the darkness.
“He’s going to come back, Y/N,” he said. “I know…I know your dad didn’t. And,” he swallowed hard, “I know my dad didn’t. But—”
“Brad,” you uttered his name with a detectable ache. “I love you, but you don’t have to do this. You just being here is enough.”
A look of uncertainty flashed across his face, but it was gone with your next blink. Then he chugged the rest of his coffee, wiped his mustache free of remaining droplets, and said, “Mav will call us they minute they get back. Which could be at any time.”
“Could be, yea.”
Rooster shook his head. “Y/N—”
“He told me he loved me,” you blurted out, “right before he left.”
Those words were at constant war with the horrible fears that wouldn’t leave your mind, and they were losing. When he whispered those three words in that perfect order, your heart had swelled—but it then plummeted into the pit of your stomach before you had a moment to feel the beautiful weight of his declaration. You wanted to be happy to hear him say it; you wanted to smile and laugh and kiss him and hold him and have him inside you, but you couldn’t. You didn’t even have a chance to say it back.
Your vision began to blur from the glossy coating of tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
Rooster stared at you, and you couldn’t begin to guess what was running through his head, but then he blew out a breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, and said, “Good. I was wondering when he was going to man up and say it.”
“You knew?”
He made a face that perfectly complimented his snort. “It’s painfully obvious,” he chuckled. “But yes, he said so as well.”
Sitting up a little straighter in your chair, you rubbed the trails of salty water off your chin. “When?”
“When you were having those nightmares.”
He raised an eyebrow at the way your lips parted as if ready to deny his claim, but you restrained yourself, so he continued.
“Yea, he told me. He was worried. Some might say overly worried, to be honest with you. I asked him if he was in love with you, and he said yes.”
He said yes.
The words reverberated within the shell of your skull. It had been two months since those nightmares. Now, even if you wanted to, his confession of love was not something you could convince yourself was an impulse driven by your shared worries of losing one another. No, he loved you; fully and truly, and apparently had for a while. For a man who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, you were surprised he managed so well with such a secret. Or perhaps it wasn’t a secret, and you just didn’t see what was there. You could suddenly recall those moments when Jake gave odd reactions to comments about your future that you casually brushed off without a second thought.
That day at the beach, watching the neighborhood children play in the sand as you let the sun dry your skin. Their giggles when they ran about splashing water at one another had made you smile. Jake had looked over at you and said, “do you want one?” but you only chuckled and shoved at his arm, never once considering why it was that he had not laughed with you.
At breakfast that one weekend morning when his uncharacteristically nervous energy kept him from taking a bite of his eggs until he blurted out, “do you think your dad would have liked me? Like really liked me?” Your head tilted in confusion at the randomness of the question as you chewed a mouthful of bacon, but then he just shrugged and mumbled, “Nevermind.”
The night the two of you returned to your house after driving to the next state over for your cousin’s birthday party. You were slightly tipsy, groaning about your aunt being unable to go twelve seconds without bragging about her daughter’s impending wedding while simultaneously complaining about its horrendous but “necessary” price tag. From the snide comments she had thrown at you for years about how you probably wouldn’t marry, you found her incessant chattering incredibly irritating. Jake handed you a glass of water to calm you down, and with thoughtless sarcasm you said, “maybe I should just make her happy and never get married.” His smile was small and weak and unconvincing, but you figured he was just exhausted from the drive.
Too many moments in the past few months had completely gone over your head, and now your mouth was full of the taste of naïve idiocy.
“Bradley, I’m, um—” you shoved the blanket off your legs and stood on wobbly legs. “I’m going to take a nap.”
“Are you ok?”
“Yea, f-fine. I just need to rest.” What you needed was to pass out so the memories of you unintentionally hurting your boyfriend didn’t torture you while he was off risking his life.
“Y/N—”
“Really, Brad. I’m OK.”
But he still followed after you, taking a seat in the chair he set up outside your bedroom door as you closed it behind you.
You had finished your fourth cup of coffee, fourth in the one hour since Rooster left, and were now ready to pour yourself a fifth from the freshly brewed pot. Its effectiveness had worn and it had practically lost its taste at this point; its purpose now only serving to give you jittery hands and something to do while you waited for your friend to return.
He hadn’t told you why he was called back to base, though you couldn’t blame him; he didn’t seem to have the answer himself. Truthfully, you couldn’t shake the nagging thought that he had been called away because of something to do with Jake—that mission—but you tried not to allow yourself to focus too intently on that possibility.
“You going to be ok,” he had asked you, to which you smiled and nodded. He didn’t quite seem to believe you, but he didn’t have the choice to stay behind and spend the time dissecting the look in your eyes.
Stirring sugar into the mug, you heard the click of an opening door and the following thud of it closing. He’d come back sooner than you thought, but it was for the better. Alone with the silence of the house for the longest time since Jake had left heightened your anxiety and pricked at your nerves.
“I hope you want more coffee, because I made a ton and I don’t know if I can have another cup after this,” you called from the kitchen. “I’m already getting a little shaky.”
“Well damn, baby, how much have you had?”
The mug slipped from your fingers, shattering on collision with the kitchen tile.
Rooster was going to kill you. The fact that the mug he bought you was now a scattered disaster of ceramic pieces on the floor when your ‘My Boyfriend is a Pilot,’ one sat protected in the upper cabinet was bound to piss him off. But he would just have to forgive you, if only this once.
You took a step back, but before you could turn, strong hands on your waist stopped you.
“Careful.”
Your body was pulled away from the mess at your feet and your back hit a solid wall of muscle. Those hands left a trail of tingles as they slid across your stomach until arms were wrapped around your middle. Soft lips found the side of your neck.
“Hi, baby,” was a mumble between kisses.
Tears were pushing their way to the surface. You knew his voice, every element of it—its tone, its depth, the gravely way it could get when he was turned on and desperate—but knowing was not hearing. And hearing him, especially when there had been the possibly of never doing so again, overwhelmed you. “Jake?”
“Who else,” he snickered. “Gone for a few days and you’ve already forgotten what I feel like, huh? We’re going to have to fix that.”
He twisted your body in his arms and lifted to sit you on the island counter, already pawing at the buttons of the shirt you wore—his shirt—but he stopped when he noticed the droplets that were making little puddles on your thighs.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He tucked the stray pieces of hair behind your ears so he could see you fully. “Talk to me.”
He was so beautiful; everything about him. And knowing that he loved you, that this man loved you enough to fight to get home to you, broke a dam. You sniffled and rubbed your fingers under your eyes to rid some of the moisture gathered there. “I just can’t believe you’re ok.”
“Oh, baby,” His hands cupped your face, thumbs smoothing the tears you missed into the skin of your cheeks. “I know you’re disappointed, but you don’t have to cry about it.”
“That’s not funny,” you weakly snapped, smacking him in the arm.
“You smiled, though.” He chuckled and pulled your face to his. “Come here,” he whispered and kissed you, tongue immediately sneaking between your lips. Fingers went back to work on your shirt buttons, quickly undoing each one until he could slide the fabric down your shoulders, but just as he nearly removed it entirely, heavy footsteps had him breaking your kiss and wrapping the shirt closed to cover your bare torso.
“Home all of five minutes and you’re already attacking one another,” Rooster snorted. “Well, if I am not just stunned. I came back to get my stuff, not to see a free show.”
Jake groaned when Rooster went to grab the bag he had brought over days ago, and he looked up at the ceiling as if praying for the inner strength not to pummel your friend into the ground. “I hate him.”
Giggling, you said, “No, you don’t,” and you tilted his head back down so you could see every fleck and speck and shade of green in his eyes. He nudged his nose against yours, lips a hairs-width away from connecting again.
“I’m still here, you know.”
“Oh, my God, Rooster,” Jake’s head fell against your breasts with a sigh before he rose and looked to his left. “Thank you, truly, for taking care of her, but if you don’t leave now, you will be watching us have sex against this counter.”
Rooster made a face. “Fair,” he said, “that’s fair.” And he was out the door faster than you could say your goodbyes.
“Jake—”
He hummed, eyebrows downturned at the center and still fuming, stare attached to the direction Rooster had taken to leave as you rested your hands at the back of his neck.
“Kiss me.”
“I feel like he’s going to come back.”
Your laugh—your first real, loud, joy of a laugh since he had returned, drew his attention back to you, and he grinned wide, without restraint. “I missed you,” he said and ran a knuckle softly down your cheek. “You have no idea how much.”
“I know exactly how much.”
Jake’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion when you hoped down off the counter and folded your finger behind the front of his belt. As your other hand began to undo the clasp, you walked backwards and led him to your bedroom.
Quick as you were, he rid himself of his clothes and grabbed you, attaching his lips to your neck to suck and nibble and leave little marks behind. You didn’t care that anyone would see them the moment you stepped out the front door. You wanted his claiming kisses and bites and bruises, and to wear them with pride. You wanted his love documented on your body.
“Lay down, Jake,” you whispered, and he did as he was told, stretching across the mattress and weaving his fingers with yours to steady you as you swung a leg over his thighs.
Shifting your hips on top of him until you were stable only made him harder, cock resting against your stomach as his eyes drank in everything before him. He groaned when you placed a palm the outside of his length and pressed it harder against your belly, running that hand up and down and smearing pre-cum over his tip with your thumb.
“Jake?”
He hummed, eyes screwing shut as your fingers wrapped around him and lightly squeezed.
“I love you.”
Those emerald eyes shot open and he sat up fast, your breasts pressing deliciously against his pecs. He stared into you, and one at a time his hands found your cheeks. His kissed your forehead, and then your nose, which made you giggle, and then your lips.
With a hoarse moan, you melted and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Lift up, baby,” he said.
You rose on your knees, and with a hand between your bodies, Jake pumped his cock and lined himself up with your entrance. “Down,” he whispered, helping you ease yourself lower until he was fully sheathed inside you.
He cursed under his breath when you ground your hips, and you whimpered. He stretched you so perfectly and filled you so fully. Every moment with him, every second since you heard his voice in the kitchen, was just one more piece of him you realized you could have lost. His sounds, his feel, his taste. Days ago, you weren’t sure how you could survive losing any of that—now you knew you wouldn’t be able to do so if you tried.
“I love you,” he said with a soft sigh, hands trailing up your spine.
And that. Those words, had you never again heard them from his lips, the part of you that he owned would have died with him.
His thumb swiped under your eye and he kissed your cheek. “Don’t cry.”
You hadn’t even realized you were, too far gone to the feel of your hips grinding against his, your breaths melding, hearts thumping in beat with one another.
“You’ve got me,” he said, and you nodded.
He wrapped his arms tighter around you and flipped you over until your back hit the mattress. Slowly, he pressed gentle kisses up the valley of your breasts, to your collarbone, your jaw, and when he met your lips, he grabbed the back of your knee and hiked it up around his hip, thrusting into you hard. The air wanted to leave your lungs, but that gasp was smothered by his mouth on yours.
“You’ve got me, baby. I’m here,” he whispered, his lips grazing yours as he dragged his cock out before pushing back into your clenching walls. “We’re safe.”
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OCEAN EYES PT. 3
Summary: In which the son of the God of thieves, is head over heels in love with the daughter of the sea God.
Warnings: possible grammar mistakes.
Pairing: Luke x daughter of Poseidon x Little brother Percy.
A/N: I'd just like to just come on here and say I'm sorry if I've offended anyone with my tags, I was most definitely not aware people took it so very seriously and I've learned from my mistakes, so I'd like to kindly ask everyone that if you have any more issues with my tags please just message me and we can figure it out, thank you and I hope you all enjoy. Once again sorry for any grammar mistakes.
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Percy Jackson was never one to be afraid or to overthink things but since hearing the Oracle's words his mind had not stopped racing.
“You shall go west, and face the god who has turned. Make the wrong choices and you shall loose everything. You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend. And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.
He now stood next to Chiron with a group of selected camper before him, but the words of the Oracle repeated in his head, he wanted to choose his beloved sister, she was skilled, she could fight they'd make an excellent team for sure, but the prophecy said if he made the wrong choice it could coast him all, Ella was his entire world now she was all he had now, he couldn't take the risk of losing her.
He wanted to choose Luke, the Hermes boy who his sister trusted, he was a skilled fighter and had proved to be an excellent friend. But if he was going on a quest with the intention of saving his mother he needed someone who would be more than willing to sacrifice even him to see his mother's safe return.
Percy's eyes met his sister's as she stood in the middle of everyone else, he couldn't read the look in her eyes, was it fear or worry? Percy didn't know, he had block out Chiron's words a long ways back, he hadn't even noticed he was still explaining, but all Percy knew was that he needed a leader.
"Annabeth" choose Percy, Chiron froze "Customarily, one waits to at least hear a name of two before choosing" said Chiron,"Are you sure?" asked Chiron, "This thing, Zeus's master bolt, we need to get it back, right?"
"Yes"
"And it's gonna be hard to get, right?" asked Percy, "Extraordinarily" answered Chiron "And if the mission required someone to sacrifice me to succeed, You'd want someone who won't hesitate when they do it. And I also choose Grover" said Percy cutting Chrion off, Percy's eyes met Luke's as the Hermes boy simply nodded in approval, as Chiron announced his quest mates.
Percy couldn't meet his sisters stare, "The rest of you campers are dismissed" stated Chiron, Ella turned in silence walking away past Percy, "Ella wait I-" froze Percy as he attempt to call out to his sister as he watched her walk down the path Luke jogging behind her to catch up with her.
"In all honesty I thought you were going to pick her" Said Chiron, to which Percy sighed, "I thought so too" "so why didn't you?" asked Chiron.
Percy finally looked up at him his eyes moving away from the sight of the Hermes boy wrapping his arm around his sister's waist as they walked, "Because of what the Oracle said, about loosing everything and failing to save what matters most, I've only just found Ella I'm scared that if I choose her I could be the reason she doesn't return" muttered Percy under his breath.
"Oh Percy, but are you sure Annabeth an Grover were the right choice?" asked Chiron, "Like I said Annabeth would be more than willing to push me in front of a train if that meant completing this quest, and Grover is my best friend I'm sure I made the right choice as long as Ella is safe and happy" said Percy to which Chiron smiled before nodding.
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Ella hadn't spoken much to Luke since arriving at her cabin, "Maybe it's for the best princess, besides the moment you step out of camp an entire trail of monsters are gonna be on your tail, even worse than Thalia herself and you know that, and your mom or dad aren't gonna be able to intervene" said Luke as Ella laid back into his harms, her body placed between his leg.
"The trail of monsters doesn't matter Luke, what matters is Percy being safe and completing his quest, he's my father's second Forbidden child Zeus is more than informed about his being by now love, if he can he'll take a shot at him and I won't be there to prevent it" spoke Ella softly.
"I can't loose him Luke, we've only just found each other, I can't stand the thought of harming coming to him" Said the demigod, he voice begging to break, "Hey, hey don't cry, don't get all sad on me pretty girl, Percy's a strong boy, for the gods sake he killed a minotaur on his first night, he's more than capable of protecting not only his self but also Annabeth and Grover" said Luke in attempt of calming his girl.
"I know Percy can take care of himself but that still doesn't stop my worry" trailed off Ella as her eyes watered, "Besides I even started teaching him to sword fight this week, if anything happens Annabeth and Grover are gonna be right there at his side to help and guide him" said Luke ripping soft nothing circles into Ella's hip bone.
As Ella was about to reply but the cabin door creaked open reveling a nervous Percy, "I should get going, I have to go check on the younger kids's training" said Luke as he softly got up from Ella's bed placing a kiss on her forehead, whispering a soft goodbye to her before walking towards the door where Percy stood, "You guys should talk" he suggested before opening the door wider to leave.
And then there were two, Percy made soft steps toward Ella's bed as she stared at him with her brows frowned and watery ocean eyes, "Ella look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I truly wanted to choose you but I can't loose you not now, not ever, if I had chosen you and something happened I couldn't live with myself so please don't hate me, I-" Percy's Rampling was soon cut short by Ella opening her arm for him.
Percy quickly rushed to embrace his sister, she rubbed nothing circles into his back "It's alright little one, I get it I don't think I could live with my self if something happened to you either" said the ocean beauty as tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
Percy held onto his beloved sister, embracing her as if it was the last time he would ever see her.
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Luke Castellan had found himself with a soft spot for the children of Poseidon he wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but he knew from the very first moment he saw little Ella arrive at camp and instantly get claimed, she was to be his.
As for his relationships with her brother Percy was different, Luke knew what was coming, there was no stopping it and he would do anything in his power to make sure his sweet Ella never found out, Percy Jackson was nice boy, Luke had taken his under his wing and guided him taught him how to fly in other words.
He didn't want any harm to come to the boy, because if it did it would mean losing Ella forever if she ever found out, the Hermes boy made his way down the path towards the cabin of the sea God, making his way up to the cabin climbing up the stairs Luke was met with the sight of Percy sitting on the steps of the big fountain packing his things, the cabin door and windows were wind open allowing the blissful breathes to flow through the empty house.
"How much money did they give you?" asked Luke as he stood at the door of the cabin with a gentle smile, Percy looked back at the bag they had given him inspecting it before speaking, "Um, 200 dollars in cash and bag of these" Said the boy, observing the bag of weird looking coins.
"I think they're Canadian, maybe? or from Chuck E. Cheese, I don't know." said Percy causing Luke to chuckle from his stance, "They're golden drachmas" said Luke as he began taking steps towards Percy, "Dollars are for human world, drachmas for mythic world, don't mix them up." explained Luke, standing before Percy.
"I brought you this" said Luke causing Percy to stand to his feet to revive the box, "Um they certainly are interesting" said the son of Poseidon as he sat down to open the box revealing a pair of red shoes.
Luke looked around his attention falling onto Ella's bed as he chuckled at Percy's words, "Where's you sister?" asked Luke randomly, "She left early this morning something about some fish migrating this week, she dived through the fountain" said Percy with a shrug.
Luke laughed at Percy's words, "That girl's something else sometimes, she just starts talking about sea animals that I didn't even know existed, but I love to hear her talk so it's a win, win" sated Luke reaching forward to grab a shoe from the box he had gifted Percy.
"Maia" he called out, and wings spread out from the side of the shoe, "A gift, from my dad." explained Luke. "Do you guys get a lot of gifts from your godly parents?" asked Percy remember Annabeth's hat and his sister's necklace she had shown him.
"Not really only if they think you've earned it" said Luke with a shrug, "Your sister on the other hand, your dad showers her with gifts so she has a bit of everything" said Luke.
"That makes sense" said Percy as Luke called out to the shoe once again causing the wings to disappear once more before retuning it back to it's box.
"Um I haven't asked Ella this yet because I don't want her to feel bad about me not choosing her or anything, but do you know why Poseidon has never sent her on a quest if she's his favorite?" asked Percy, "Chiron and the other kids believe it's because your dad has bigger plans for Ella, I don't know if she's told you this as yet, but Ella was raised to be perfect in every aspect, to fight for her people and to rule, be a perfect little princes and heir. When she first got to camp she had problems finding out who she was without her father or mother's judgment, it took her long while to find her place and eventually she did, and now everyone loves her" said Luke.
"What do you mean by bigger plans? if anything she should be the one to go on this quest to get back the mater bolt, if she's Poseidon's favorite and has the experience" said Percy. "Your quest is meant to prevent war, Ella's entire being was to wage war, she can't be the peace keeper that's your job buddy, If anything her quest will be a war not a quest" said the Hermes boy.
There was a small moment of silence between the two teens before Percy spoke again, "I thought about choosing you before grover, you know" said the son of Poseidon to the son of Hermes.
"Hey, Grover's a lot stronger than people think" said Luke in attempt of calming the boy, "I was afraid. I have a chance to rescue my mom from Hades, I can't let anything stop me or loose anyone while trying, you have no idea how badly I wanted you and Ella at my side but the prophecy said-" Percy was interrupted mid sentence by his sister emerging from the water.
She every so gracefully made her way out of the fountain, taking one step at a time causing Luke to quickly turned around revealing Ella in a pretty blue bikini, Luke quickly stood to his feet his heart beat unsteady.
"You're back just in time" announced Percy shoving the last bit of money into his bag, "thank the gods, I was hopping not to miss you leaving" said Ella in relief dripping water on to the cabin floor, her gaze finally meeting Luke's, she flashed a pretty smile at him before speaking.
"Luke love, would you be a darling and pass me my towel it's by my desk" spoke Ella causing Luke to rush around the room to retrieve her towel quickly passing it to her, as he watched Ella take it to begin to dry her hair.
"So what did I miss?" she asked, Percy opened his mouth to speak but Luke spoke before he had the chance to, "Nothing much Princess, I just came to wish Percy good luck" said the Hermes boy as Ella walked in front of him by her bed to grab her shorts, "That's good darling, I'm guessing you'll be coming with us to bid farewell to sweet Annabeth."
"Of course Princess, where you go I go" Said Luke grabbing his sweater he had gifted Ella a few months back, "Thanks love" she said kissing his cheek, Percy sat there watching them, maybe he had nothing to worry about, maybe Luke and Ella really did belong together, maybe he had really made the right choice, or so he though.
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NATLA Episode 8 - Legends (4/4)
[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]
Of course, full spoilers ahead.
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I think the live-action show wraps up the season a lot better than the animated show did. The animated show just…ends with no dialogue between the Gaang, no momentum forward for the next season. Aang just turns back into himself, hugs Katara, and the three of them stare out over the water, the battle won. There's no lingering on the cost, there's no decisions for the future, it's just…over. I like that the live-action has them grapple with what just happened, process the battle and the losses and how it's not going to end. We see the actual loss from the battle - there's none of that in the animated show. We see Hahn's body, the body of the young waterbender who called Katara master, and we get to see Aang's horror at the violence of war (and what the Avatar state can do) now, right after it happened rather than just ending on the 'high' of him defeating everyone and saving the trauma for next season.
We reiterate the arcs of the season: we can't run away from the pain of war, all we can do is keep fighting for a better future. Sokka's worth isn't in his fighting ability but in his heart and using every aspect of his being to help out. Katara is growth and change and standing up for what's right even when the whole world tells her no - and reminding others of those truths too. And above all, they're going to lean on each other to help save the world - they don't have to do it alone.
Again, we have Katara herself being the one to change Pakku's mind, not some connection with a past love, but Katara and her showing him by her actions and arguments that she was right. Love that he offers her a place helping train new waterbenders, recognizing that she has things to teach that no one else knows - but she turns it down because her place is beside Aang for now. They've got a journey to complete.
The scene with Zuko and Iroh is pulled right from the animated and it's another instance of them knowing exactly what to keep the same - but this time, I feel like Zuko is even MORE tired than in the animated show. This really does leave his path forward more open than it was in the animated series. While his father hasn't outright said he can never return, even if he gets the Avatar, Zuko is now questioning if Zhao was right and what he should do if he is. I think that season 2 can open very similarly to the animated series and I'm looking forward to how they do that.
This final scene with the Gaang is a wonderful summation of the season: this war isn't Aang's fault - death and pain are going to keep coming as long as the fire nation can act with impunity, so Aang needs to let go of the past (not let it paralyze him with the fear that it'll happen again) and take steps toward building a better future. Learn the elements, master the Avatar state, and take down the Fire Lord.
Their little banter right at the end was so cute!!!! Sokka talking about food, Katara judging him for it, Aang joking around - perfect Gaang dynamic there. I love that that's the last thing we see of our protagonists this season: not some epic inspiring speech or act, but just three friends bantering as they get ready to take on an insurmountable challenge - a lighthearted moment after all that darkness.
The stinger of the Fire Nation is a great way to set up next season and the specific challenges the Gaang will face. The full circle strategy of drawing the attention to one place while really attacking to debilitate another was such an awesome callback to Sozin's plan with the Air Nomad invasion. Ozai, I think, is playing it even more intricately. He sets many pieces out on the board and even though he has a feeling certain ones will succeed while others fail, the 'weaker' options still have the change of surprising him.
Ozai says it was always a long shot that Zhao could take the North, but Zhao almost surprised him with his ingenuity of the 'killing the moon spirit' plan. Not that it worked out for him, but there was at least a chance it could have worked. Ozai really sent Azula out to take Omashu - the target that had a greater chance to fall than the entire Northern Water Tribe and gave that plan the best chance to succeed - and it did. He's playing the same game with Azula herself and Zuko - he has a feeling Azula is going to be the one to come out on top, so he waters her the most and gives her the greater resources and tasks that have a chance of success, but he's still waiting to see if all the games and hitting of pressure points sparks something in Zuko that will make him claw to the tops of the ranks. He's the underdog, but I don't believe Ozai has counted him entirely out of the running yet.
I think next season can pick up pretty much the same place the animated series did: Ty Lee at the circus now that Azula is off in the world doing things, Mai and her family taking over Omoshu as 'New Ozai', and Azula sent off into the world to collect Zuko and bring him home since his quest hasn't borne any fruit. Then the Gaang hanging out and training Aang with waterbending and then off to find Aang an earthbending teacher. I think there's also a good chance they'll seed in something of a Jong Jong episode where Aang will attempt firebending as well and include some of the other storylines that didn't make it into season 1. I'll write another post about the storylines cut and why I think that might have been as well as a post about storylines they added.
Overall, I think they did a really great job adapting the animated series to this new format. They deepened a lot of things I thought were glossed over in the animated series (Iroh's past as a general and the loss of characters we got to know and like) and added some really great threads such as Katara's waterbending journey being fully linked to the fire nation trying to destroy her culture and the death of her mother, Sokka learning how to be a whole person and not deny parts of himself just because 'traditional masculinity' is what he thought was needed in this time of war, and Aang really taking the time to grapple with coming to terms with the past and stepping into the future to take his place as the Avatar.
I think they kept the hearts of the characters the same - I genuinely believe they kept Katara's anger and fire (but added more layers to it which I think added depth, it didn't 'water it down'), Sokka's unhealthy relationship with non-traditional masculinity and needing to be in charge added realism and a deeper story than just flat, 2000's sexism, and I love love love how we got to see more of Gyatzo and Aang's relationship heightening Aang's desire to keep the Air Nomad traditions of diplomacy, non-violence, and open friendship alive like he wants to in the animated show.
Aang truly is the Avatar needed for this time. He brings joy and the belief that people are, at heart, good back to a world that has been suffering through a 100 year war.
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One of my favorite things about Rebels, especially on a rewatch immediately after the Obi-Wan Kenobi show finished airing its last episode so my feelings on that are still fresh in my mind, is how much Ezra encapsulates what Anakin should’ve been.
Kanan and Ezra in so many ways parallel Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship. Kanan as the master who takes on a student without necessarily being ready to do so but because he HAS to, the kid needs a master and no one else will do it. Ezra as the student who has heard legends of the Jedi and grew up with a regular family and parents who loved him but experienced difficulty and tragedy at a young age that has left him with trust issues and a difficulty trusting authority despite how much he desperately wants to join this diverse group that already considers itself a family.
We never really get to truly see Obi-Wan and Anakin during their early years just post-TPM so far as I’m aware, certainly nothing in high canon so far has looked at those years much. But the idea that Anakin knows Obi-Wan only really took him on under duress, that Obi-Wan is doing this as a promise to Qui-Gon rather than true belief in him and a desire to teach him and that this causes dissonance in their relationship, especially early on as Anakin works SO HARD to try to prove himself to his new teacher and earn his place among the Jedi... that seems like it would probably be pretty reasonable to me.
The journey we see Kanan and Ezra going on together, that they sort-of “become men together” as was said about Obi-Wan and Anakin, that Kanan’s lack of training means he’s learning alongside Ezra more than a usual Master might, that he’s figuring shit out as he goes and only understanding some of the teachings he was given before now that he has a student to teach them TO. All of that could so easily be applied to Obi-Wan and Anakin.
Ezra went through just as much turmoil, spent so much time struggling to survive, has just as much reason to struggle with trust, clearly desires a place in this family and to become a Jedi as much as Anakin ever did.
But Ezra pushes back against his own darkness, Ezra doesn’t FALL, Ezra recognizes and acknowledges his own weaknesses and works through them. Ezra takes the connections he has to his parents and his home and acknowledges and accepts them as a part of him, the importance they have to him, and is still capable of letting go when the time comes. He cares about protecting Lothal BECAUSE it’s his home, but he will walk away if he has to. He cares about his parents, but he won’t commit massacres to save them. Ezra looks forward, he doesn’t look back.
Kanan’s struggles as a teacher parallel what likely were Obi-Wan’s own struggles as a teacher, their journeys towards finding themselves and their identity as Jedi THROUGH teaching their unexpected students with special difficulties. But where Ezra ultimately learns to be a true Jedi, learns to let go, and sacrifices himself for the greater good of those he loves BECAUSE he learned from Kanan’s example (who learned from Depa’s who learned from Mace’s), he succeeds where Anakin fails.
Even Anakin’s final sacrifice isn’t done for the greater good of the galaxy, it’s not done out of true recognition of his own faults and crimes, it’s done to protect the ONE PERSON he gives a shit about, the one person left who gives a shit about HIM. He wouldn’t have done it for Han. He wouldn’t have even done it for LEIA, probably, since Leia wouldn’t have chosen to forgive him and love him as he is.
Ezra would. Ezra sacrifices himself not just for the family and friends he has on Lothal, not just for the home he loves, but because it’s what must be done, it’s the only way to stop innocent people from dying, it’s the only way to keep the factory on Lothal from being completed. It’s about so much more than just the people and places Ezra personally gives a shit about, because those people and places AREN’T the only things Ezra personally gives a shit about. Because Ezra’s a JEDI, he has love and compassion for every living thing in this galaxy, he understands the bigger picture here and understands his place in it. His entire arc, starting from the beginning, is about learning to be selfless, about learning to place other’s needs before his own. He says in the literal pilot episode that he understands sticking it to the Empire, but he wouldn’t stick his own neck out so far, risk HIMSELF so far, for some strangers. What’s in it for him?
Except we see that Ezra is willing to stick his neck out a little for a stranger on Lothal when he’s about to get taken by the Empire. He gets some fruit out of it for his trouble, but he absolutely didn’t have to go about that in a way that helped free that one fruit seller. And immediately after Ezra says he WOULDN’T stick his neck out for strangers, he runs himself into danger to help save the Ghost Crew who are next to strangers to him at this point because he WANTS to be like them, his instinct IS actually to be kind and stick his neck out. An episode later, he’s so connected to Zeb already that he accesses the Force without thinking about it to save his life. Two episodes after that, he’s risking his life to help save an Imperial cadet from being taken by the Grand Inquisitor. He turns into a pretty selfless person SO FUCKING FAST that it’s pretty clear his more selfish protests aren’t who Ezra truly even is.
But fully understanding the sacrifice he makes in the finale took all four years of that training, took living through Kanan’s many sacrifices (including his final one), took facing his own darkness and coming out the other side, took several major losses and failures. He’s a selfless, kind, compassionate person, but learning to truly and completely let go and give up everything for the bigger picture?
Anakin never learned that. Because Ezra is and has always been what Anakin should’ve been and WASN’T.
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What do you think Asatrion was like before he was turned? Much different?
Also kinda unrelated but Cazador supposedly taught his spawn to be all seductive etc. Like really?? Cazador did?? Have u met him?? It was Astarion for sure. I think he was always a playful teasing whore and Cazador ruined it like everythong else and made him teach the other spawn. Because cazador being seductive and teaching it to Astarion?? I know we only really get a glimpse of him in game but I can't imagine it!
Ultimately, we do not know. We don't have much of an idea of who he was before, or why, or where, or how. We do not know his family life, his thoughts, or his feelings. It is never mentioned, and I'm sure that's deliberate in a sense. He doesn't remember. It isn't pertinent to his story. It is who he is now that matters. But it is fun to speculate.
People have different ideas about what he was like, and all are valid. All are fair. Some are more likely than others, but at the end of the day, we do not know.
I went into a deep whiny post about that a few days ago about what I think he was like. But that's my idea with my experience, and I might ultimately be wrong.
I do not think that Cazador 'taught' them to be seductive. He expected. He grabbed people he knew had the capability. The charisma. The beauty. He grabbed those who already had the capability. He took them and he said "Bring to me or you will be punished." And after a few times of being punished, they fucking learned. That's how survival works.
Cazador had a type of person he took. Astarion was one of the ones to define it because he was attractive and charismatic. But relying solely on Astarion, who is described as 'defiant and bratty' a multitude of times to 'train' your other spawn probably isn't a good idea. It's a recipe for failure.
I suppose it's entirely possible that Cazador had Astarion try, but if you've ever tried to teach someone something like this, you would know why that's likely not a huge possibility.
The art of seduction isn't something easily taught. You pick it up through interacting with people and being very good at reading them. By having confidence and being desirable. By, in ways, being manipulative and using their own weaknesses against them. It is a game, and you don't start out even knowing the rules most times. 'Teaching' it is hard. It is why pickup artists and those ridiculous 'teachers' almost always fail. They can teach you tricks, but it is you and you interact with people that defines failure or success-- along with the other person. You need to do it to people who are open, and that is the trick: Knowing who is open to it. What they like. Who is vulnerable and who is a waste of time. And he did it professionally.
It's entirely possible Astarion was flirtatious beforehand. I do not think he was a sex god like he had to become under Cazador, but he was an attractive young man. I'm sure he had dalliances. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe he was too busy focusing on other things. I don't think Cazador instrumented his downfall. I don't think he necessarily 'watched' him enough to know that Astarion was good. I think he was a good judge of character and knew he would be adept at learning and already had the tools to succeed.
Ultimately, many of these details are deliberately left to our imaginations. Larian has faith in their players and leaves it to you to deduce. There is also the matter of respecting Astarion and should he ever wish to tell you these things, he might. But that's not something people like us like to talk about to people we don't know or care about. You'd have to earn that privileged information. It's not important to his story, so it is not given to us.
He would have to want to talk about it for you to truly know.
I don't think I would ever call him a whore, given his backstory, however. It's something that might cause more damage than make a point. Especially when he didn't want any of it.
#Astarion#Astarion spoilers#idk man I just work here#You'd have to ask Larian and truthfully they might just make something up on the spot#or refuse to talk about it#It's one of those things#who astarion was isn't important#it is who he is now#the man he is now who is worthy and loved and cherished#Talking about the past when it is painful isn't something you really enjoy doing#you feel?#especially when you're trying to move past it and exist now
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Loveless - (13)
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Characters: Namora, Ross, Namor
Word Count: 1800
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Chapter 13
Namora was lounging in the shade, having tried her first cup of buttermilk. It was not what she had expected but with passing time, she was adapting. She was beginning to see the appeal, that there were many other things to do than to obsess about hurting the world. The sun continued to burn her skin, but she worked around it. The river city included wet areas for the Talokans, so these new experiences were beginning to grow on her. She didn't succeed in finding new friends, but she had survived years without them. As she sat alone, she remained to be content with herself. Her worry over her brother would wash over her from time to time, but seeing him be at peace with himself for the first time in centuries, she didn't want to disrupt that. So she kept away.
She began to rest, settle but like the ever tossing waves of the sea. Her mind never really stayed quite. It tumbled with one train of thought or the other. She was soaked in one, that everybody she knew seemed to do fine without her. That if she were to move away or remove herself from the story, no one would really miss her presence. So she held on to this mantle, to this purpose. All because it made her feel wanted. Important. Now, under the shade, she fell non existent and unrequired. What was she to do now? Guard a prince who had no need for a warrior? Or change course to go back home and start a new life. Put all of this away, that this worry would belong to someone else. Then again, she had never been admired before, always only feared. That does not lead to one finding a partner to build a life with. Even if she shed her skin to bare out her true self, she would only see fear and intimation in their eyes. Discontent and stationary, she sat there observing the crowd when she heard raised voices.
“That cannot be, he was imprisoned.”, she heard the warrior Attuma was fond off speak to another woman, one of the midnight angels. “And now he isn’t.”, the other woman stated. “The border tribe have always been waiting, Okoye. You and I know this.”, she explained. Namora crouched closer. She could make out the conversation was not pleasing by the looks on their faces but could not understand what they were saying. She only knew a couple words, but it wasn’t enough for her to interpret. “But war? Aneka you can’t be serious ”, the warrior asked, in hushed tones. Namora froze. War. That word she knew well. The energy within resurging again. Her purpose finding it’s way back, she knew it would never abandon her. “We cannot hold them off forever.”, Aneka responded. It infuriated her, the incapability to understand them because of her vehement decision to not learn the language of her colonizers. The buzz in their conversation beginning to fade with the sound of the crowd around them. She crawled further, to remain under the foliage, so she can try to make out other words when someone spoke to her. “Are you alright?”, she turned to see a man. A white man.
Instinct. Then fear. She got on her feet, he smiled nervously. “Ok. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”, he told her. She calculated everything but in certain moments, her actions hijacked her mind. In an instant, she found the collar of his shirt and pinned him against the tree trunk. The sharp tip of her spear pointed to where his throat bobbed. “Who are you?”, she raged, her eyes blazing like two dots of coal. “No, no entiendo.”, he stuttered. Her chest tightened. He was one of them. She looked around, in the panic that there were more. That they were here and she could do nothing. He squirmed beneath her hold. “Look, I can get the princess to explain. Stop.”, he raised his hands. Princess. She had to warn Namor, they were being set up again. “Why are you here?”, she questioned him. “I can’t understand you.”, he replied but his eyes resonated the same pain she felt. The gaze that held the agony of being exclused. Being an alien, unable to understand. She put him down.
She expected him to run, she knew how she looked right this second. Like a rabid animal, acting on impulse, dressed like a warning sign. But instead he raised his hands, showing her he meant no harm. He emptied his pockets, he didn’t have a weapon. She kept her distance from him. He reached for something in his shirt pocket, she held up her spear. A small black device, he opened his palms to show it to her. He put it around his ear. “Can you understand me now?”, he spoke his language but the device converted his speech into her language. He was the first person she had spoken too who wasn’t a Talokan.
Suddenly her desperation to connect broke through. She edged closer. “Yes, can you understand me?”, she asked, he eased, the device mumbling something in his ear. He nodded. Her eyes grew wider, filled with curiosity like a little girl discovering butterflies. His eyes were fixed on her. She caught him staring, when he quickly averted his gaze. It must have been her skin, she touched her cheek as though it was staining the land blue. “No I was admiring the fins.”, he told her, pointing to her shoulders. She trailed her finger against the spike of a fin. “It keeps people away.”, she told him but he was quick to respond. “Beautiful nonetheless.”
The first man to call her such was someone she had to hate. The very sight of him only reminding her of the home she lost and the one she could still lose. But the softness of his eyes made the sun’s burn hurt a little less. “The princess wanted me to make sure you were being treated well.”, he told her and it made sense. He was just another ploy. She wasn’t interested in anymore favors. “But I think it’s mostly because I am the only one on my own.”, he chuckled nervously and even though their worlds were entirely different, she could understand the feeling of being left behind. “I’m not going to be friendly out of pity.”, she retorted. “Oh I would expect no less. Just don’t pin me up against a tree.”, he smiled. She eased her stance, maybe he wasn’t the threat she had hoped him to be.
In no proportions did her even look like a warrior. He was a bit shorter than her, his choice of clothing chosen for comfort rather than defense. He smiled at everything and was jittered easily. If she was a snake, he was a rabbit. Their friendship wouldn’t make sense, if it even were to get to that point. He awaited eagerly for her to say something else but instead she knew she had to leave. She would become an outcast if she were to even be seen with him. All the other Talokans kept away from him. She had to do the same as well. So she didn’t say goodbye, she turned to leave. “Oh”, he realised. “It was nice to meet you.”, he told her quickly, she didn’t pay heed. “And it's Ross by the way, Namora.” He continued to yell out as she retreated. But the sound of her name on the lips of this foreign man had a certain pull to it. One she did not want to consider. A small grin formed on her face. She finally knew someone around here now.
She found her cousin pacing the edge of the river. His thoughts were being a menace if he was out there like that. She approached him and watched as he lit up. “Sister.”, he hugged her and it felt like home. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you.”, she told him and he pulled away. “What is it?”, worry etched his face. “I’ve heard the rumours.”, she edged into the conversation slowly, but he huffed and walked away. “Have you decided?”, she asked him, to know his thoughts and where his heart was directing him. “It is a difficult one to make.”, he told her and she knew the reason behind this indecisiveness. “There's only one answer. One we’ve been waiting for so long.”, she urges him but he turned towards her, a storm rumbling in his eyes. “And what if we’ve been wrong? Centuries have passed, the world could have changed. This man I met –
“I know him.”, she cut him short. “Don’t you think it suspicious?”, she asked him. “That when we are about to get what we want, the princess throws us another trick?”, she wanted to persuade him but more importantly to get him to think of this rationally. With the cold precision of the mind and not with the warm foolish alternate measures her heart was suggesting. “Now is not the time.”, he pushed back. “Then what better opportunity will come by us?”, why wasn’t he seeing it as she was?
“You do realise our decisions have an impact on this land, that has accepted us.”, he insisted. She knew, they were only being silent till the perfect opportunity presented itself and when it did they would be the first to turn against them. “Why do you care?”, she was beginning to feel restless, tired of having to fight him. “I care because – he caught himself but it was cleared where his passions were leading him. “She will be put in danger for our sake.”, he rephrased his sentence. “This man, threatened to have her killed. I had to intervene.”, he told her. “You didn’t have to.”, she had to talk some sense into him. The true fear that he would have his heart broken, again. “I had to. She is my ally.”, Namora knew he was being ridiculous. “She’s an ally.”, she corrected him but he only looked out to the water in front of them. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”, she placed her hand on his shoulder. But he sighed with a smile. “I can afford the pain after the centuries I’ve lived.”, he spoke softly. She let go. She couldn’t understand this madness, this change of heart after liking something. “But you promised.”, she told him, reminding him of his pledge to her. “I know.”, he turned to her. “I promised a war, not the world.”, he held the sides of her face. “Have faith in me, Namora. I cannot lose you over a misunderstanding.”, he placed his forehead on hers. He had no family apart from her. Maybe she was still needed after all. As much as she wanted to paint the world red, her brother had always been the one thing she could never give up. She had vowed to die fighting by his side, so by his side is where she’ll stay.
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plotcall + event tracker!
here i am with a second ooc post as promised, a little belatedly! this is a plotcall post. i'm going to just post a little summary of what my muses are up to these days, as usual, including feelings on the songwriting bootcamp for my trainees! pls like this post if you want to plot, tho just keep in mind that i might be kinda slow aslddfsdf i'll do my best tho! things should ease up once i'm on winter break. i'll also use this to track event requirements, as i usually do! i'll put everything under the cut.
JOOMI
HOLIDAY MARKET
joomi is not a christmas guy. he is not a christmas Hater, but he is a spending christmas extra depresseder. as someone without a functional family whatsoever, family-oriented holidays are a little rough. that being said, he's been so busy and cares about christmas so little that he totally forgot christmas was coming up. all of the christmas decorations and festivities are probably the only thing that made him realize. all of that being said, he feels more loved this year than ever before thanks to all of his friends, and feeling Supported by studio delta also helps, so he is Cautiously Optimistic that this might be a good christmas for him for once. i think he'd be happy to spend part of his sundays hanging out and enjoying the holiday festivities. i just don't know if he'll orchestrate the outing, so somebody else may need to mention it to him first!
market thread 1: @beyejun (3/4)
market thread 2: @bexsua (2/4)
bonus thread: @jueunbe (3/4) ✓
bonus thread: @behyunki (3/4) ✓
bonus thread: @bexstevie (3/4) ✓
performance thread: open
SONGWRITING CAMP
joomi is super super excited about the songwriting camp! songwriting is His Thing, he writes lyrics and composes and produces, the whole shebang, so he will be really willing to help anybody struggling with anything during the camp. this is actually boosting his confidence a lot in general, like, he's not the best Idol Trainee, but he's really confident in his songwriting skills, and it's encouraging to him to see that delta Really Values songwriting, enough to make a whole camp for it. he also knows lots of instruments (piano, guitar, bass, drums, in order of proficiency) so he can help with that too if needed. despite being a Vocalist he's actually interested in rapping these days, so u can expect him to be at a few of the rap workshops because he just wants to learn! he's not the best rapper, he just learned to be able to do rock covers of kpop songs with rap in them with his band, but he actually thinks it's really fun.
thread 1: @behyejin (3/4) ✓
thread 2: @eunaebe (4/4) ✓
thread 3: @kouxbe (4/4) ✓
bonus thread: @beyuji (4/4) ✓
creative direction thread: @bedohyun @renxbe (6/6) ✓
GENERAL UPDATES
for general updates with joomi, he's actually pretty happy these days. he's enjoying training way more than he thought he would, isn't as bad at dancing anymore, and is surrounded by friends and people that want him to succeed for the first real time in his life. he felt alone for so long, but now he gets to write music and train with his friends every day and wake up next to the guy he's in love with most mornings, so life is actually kinda good. he's making me say knock on wood.
NAYOUNG
HOLIDAY MARKET
nayoung actually loves christmas, but in a lowkey way, because god forbid nayoung ever outwardly express love for something. it's a bittersweet time of year for her, though, because her parents who are now divorced met on a ski slope, and she was a figure skater for nearly a decade when she was younger, so the winter season brings back those memories. they used to celebrate christmas a lot together as a family, but her relationship with her mom is now strained and her dad still lives in the us and she has mixed feelings about him now. we could maybe do something with this, i feel like the christmas season might make her a bit more Vulnerable too just because. nostalgia and melancholy. so maybe someone can get her to open up a little?? i think she'll mostly just be quieter than usual, but she would like to go to the market and experience the holiday festivities. she might even just go by herself, so she can like...Experience all of her feelings and deal with them alone, like she likes to do. so running into people while she's there might work best! but friends could probably convince her to come with them too. maybe.
market thread 1: @behaneul (1/4)
market thread 2: @beseira (0/4)
bonus thread: @bexalex (2/4)
performance thread: open
SONGWRITING CAMP
nayoung is not creative at all. she is very good at following what other people tell her to do "to perfection" (according to her) but when it's on her to come up with stuff she cannot ever think of anything unique, so the songwriting camp will be a struggle for her. she thinks putting so much effort into songwriting is kinda stupid when delta is probably the only company that will let their artists do anything super creative in their careers, but she will try to be a good sport about it and do her best, which will be very bad. she also hates being bad at things so she will get frustrated. people trying to help her would be appreciated (by me, probably not by her). genuinely she's so bad at this i almost don't even want to participate in the event because she doesn't deserve composition points. but that would be no fun.
thread 1: @bexrisa (2/4)
thread 2: @behaein (4/4) ✓
thread 3: open
creative direction thread: open
GENERAL UPDATES
as for how life is going, not much is going on with her, which is part of why i need more plots and threads for her! she doesn't have that many friends, especially that aren't trainees, and she is not particularly social, so she spends pretty much all of her time training, and then working her convenience store job on sundays. she's not bored, she actually likes the routine, but it is a bit mindnumbing sometimes. maybe the songwriting camp will actually be refreshing?
AHYOUNG
HOLIDAY MARKET
ahyoung isn't as big on christmas as she is on halloween. like, at all. she actually kinda thinks it's stupid and annoying but not enough to be a scrooge about it really. mostly. she does complain and talk shit a lot. she might hang out around the holiday market just because she's curious about everything. she DOES like shopping and she DOES like discounts so if she goes it'll be for those reasons and not for the sake of holiday cheer at all. i think she'll still like the light displays regardless, though. she'll kind of see it as an art thing more than a christmas thing, as long as there aren't like, massive santas around or something. she'll think that's corny and probably say so to anyone she's with. she's GREAT at lying though, so she will pretend to be a couple with literally anyone to get a discount, even if you're a stranger. nobody is really a stranger to ahyoung. she treats everyone like friends. she's also down to do an impromptu busking session or sing for open mic night even though she is Not a great singer, or if she can get a band together soon enough, maybe busk with them or something. who knows.
market thread 1: @minjube (1/4)
market thread 2: @bexmatt (0/4)
performance thread: open
GENERAL UPDATES
ahyoung isn't up to anything particularly special! she's going to school for sound engineering (i don't think i determined what uni.....i can't remember if i plotted w someone over this...) and then she's doing concert photography and general freelance photography on the side. she can also do some video and photo editing, though she's not a professional at either of those. she's also putting together a band! it's slow going because she is super picky and also lazy and doesn't want to do the organization aspects but maybe it'll come together soon...she's generally super talkative and friendly tho, she's great at striking up conversation so it shouldn't be too hard to plot stuff for her! once i actually put the work in alsdjlsdaglkdgs
#–– ooc#–– tracker#this took so long due in part to me wanting gif icons but not wanting to make any#but i did it [thumbs up emoji]
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little situation | part 34.
Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.
Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really,
Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)
“Sarah, sweetheart, don’t push yourself too hard.”
“Says the man who’s been throwing the shield for two hours straight.”
“Alright,” Sam conceded. “How about we both take a break?”
You nodded. You and Sam left the newest area of the training room designed for you. It looked like nothing more than a long hallway. The purpose was so Sam could learn how to throw the shield and really use it as an extension of his body the way Steve used to. You were trying to figure out all you could do with the Space Stone. Everyone insisted it wasn’t that necessary but you were determined. The unspoken reason was in case something like Thanos ever happened again, you felt that you should be in the best condition possible to help fight.
You also thought it was smart to prepare in case Wanda ever showed her face again. After Pietro’s funeral, without Vision or her brother, Wanda sort of disappeared. Steve was doing his best to look for her but Wanda’s magic was terribly advanced. It was easy for her to just vanish. Every night, you looked at the letter she left you. Wanda felt sad for leaving you but she needed time alone and time to cope.
You understood her and when you guys found her, there was nothing that you would hold against her. The hardest part— the part Steve hated— was having to work together with some organization called S.W.O.R.D. If he knew that all of this was involved with running SHIELD, he wouldn’t have let Nick retire. But Steve was enjoying his desk job because it meant he got to be the best almost-stay-at-home dad ever.
Sam turned off the training room lights since no one else was there and you guys went back to the apartment. Steve was sitting at the dining room table instead of his office, going over the mid-mission progress report that he had received from Bucky’s mission and a few lower level missions. He looked up when he heard the door close.
“Oh, look, it’s my two favorite superheroes.”
Both you and Sam rolled your eyes in jest at his comment. Walking over, Sam gave Steve a kiss and you gave him a hug. You pulled the mission report off of the table before Steve could grab it from you.
“You’re always touching everything, get off the table. What about the report is even interesting to you?” he asked.
“Nothing, Dheaidí, I just want to look at it,” you said, not jumping down from the table. “Question.”
“Answer,” Steve and Sam responded.
“If Peter and I wanted to go on a nighttime date outside the compound some time next week… without a chaperone, what would you say?”
“Where? Itinerary?” Steve set down his papers.
“So, that’s a yes?”
“That’s a we’ll see depending on your next answer.”
“Dinner at the diner by school and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.”
“They still do that show?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, every Friday.”
Sam and Steve looked at each other and shrugged.
“I don’t see why not. I’m assuming you want Happy to bring you guys back.”
“No, we want to stay out and book a hotel room instead… kidding! Kidding, we’re just going to get Insomnia Cookies after the show. Can Happy drop us off?”
Steve and Sam agreed and you finally jumped down from the table, handing Steve back the page of his report. They watched you skip to your room telling FRIDAY to call Peter so you could tell him how your parents agreed. Steve’s hand instinctively reached for Sam. It had been a couple weeks since everyone had come back and in that time, he had become very touchy feely. Especially when it came to you, Sam, Bucky, or Nat. Steve still felt like you all might disappear.
If anyone were to walk past your room, it would once again look empty. You had a tendency to forget to charge your hearing aids and didn’t want to risk them turning off at Rocky Horror. So while they were charging, you were sitting in your bathtub on FaceTime with Peter in order to sign with him. He didn’t know a few words every now and then, but for the most part he had come really far in his learning. Your family always teased that you and Peter were sickly sweet with puppy love.
The events of the rest of the night would prove them correct. Instead of getting off FaceTime, you and Peter turned the cameras around to shower and change into pajamas before turning them back and finishing your nightly routines. You walked into the bedroom, grabbing a fully charged hearing aid and popping it in. The room was dimly lit with only the lamp on your nightstand as you buried yourself under blankets and turned on your side to keep talking to Peter. He looked away while he was telling you a story and when his attention was back on the screen he saw your eyes were closed.
“Goodnight, Sarah. I love you,” Peter whispered, taking a picture and hanging up.
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“Sarah, are you going to go on the grade trip this summer?” MJ asked as she approached your locker.
“The Europe one? No, I don’t think so. I think my dads want Wanda home first before everyone starts traveling around the globe. Besides, the trip is the same time we’re supposed to be going to New Asgard.”
“New Asgard?”
“Yeah, the Tesseract. Space Stone stuff and my powers.” You closed your locker and the two of you started walking to the cafeteria.
“Sounds fun, I’ll miss you on the trip.”
“Take plenty of pictures for me.”
“Of course. Oh.” MJ pulled out her phone. “Did you see this the other day?”
“What am I looking a— did that dude just slice a bus in half? Where is this?”
“San Francisco. They’re calling him Razor Fist.”
“Well, I can see why. I wonder who that guy is?” You pointed to the Asian dude that was fighting this so called Razor Fist.
“He’s not an Avenger?”
“Scott’s not even an Avenger, we’re a very close team. But, no, I’ve never seen him at SHIELD before. Hey, can you send me that? Dheaidí’s gonna want to see this.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
You two sat down across from Ned and Peter. Peter felt like he was going to shrink under your gaze. He was positive you didn’t blink once as you observed him. He was about to ask if something was on his face or if he did something wrong when he saw you move your left hand from where it was resting under your chin.
Peter watched your pointer finger, pinky, and thumb unfurl from your fist. The sign for I love you. You wouldn’t look at him as you signed it. Your chin was now resting on your right hand and you looked at everyone around the cafeteria, observing new faces from those that weren’t blipped and now were in your grade.
“I heard you the other night,” you whispered.
Peter’s face turned red. He meant the confession with his whole heart but that didn’t mean he was necessarily ready for you to hear it. You didn’t say anything else as you put your hand down. Peter didn’t even have the chance to feel awkward about it as you distracted him by taking the comic book out of his hand to read it.
“No! Peter Parker, did you buy your own comic?” You whisper-yelled so no one else would hear.
“Hey! It’s my first merch. It’s called The Amazing Spider-man. That’s kind of sick, isn’t it? They gave me a whole series after I got snapped and I missed so many volumes. You might be used to it but I’m not, and turn to page eight,” Peter said as you flipped. “I got this issue ‘cause Ned told me.”
“It gets boring after a while, unless you’re Uncle Tony… or Uncle Bruce.”
You did as he said to see your hero moniker, Gemstone, waiting on the balcony of an apartment that looked nothing like May’s place but a lot like Steve’s old Brooklyn one. The next panel was Spider-man hanging upside down, mask halfway off, as you held his face while you kissed him.
“They ship our heroes,” Peter said with a smile.
“Congrats, your relationship has been validated,” MJ joked.
Ned pointed to the comic that now laid flat on the table. “Have you two ever tried that?”
This time it was your turn to feel heat rise to your cheeks, blessing the heavens that only the red on Peter’s face would be noticed by anyone. Peter grabbed the book and shoved it back in his backpack while you sputtered through a ‘no’ and gulped down your water.
Having classes with Ned and MJ for the rest of the day meant you and Peter were incessantly teased until school was over. You weren’t sure why it was so awkward for both of you, probably just the abruptness of Ned’s question. You two had never tried kissing with Peter upside down but the question alone made you very awkward.
“Dad just got back from the Flag Smashers mission and said you’re sleeping on the couch again if you don’t come upstairs with me,” you said as you entered Steve’s office.
Steve figured it must’ve been late if you were already back from your date with Peter. He should’ve been upstairs but he wanted to finish checking all the files he had been sent. The video you sent him from San Francisco had to be investigated and then so did the update on Wanda and so did trying to convince Sam to take the shield after he found out that his husband donated it to the Smithsonian and decided to stay the Falcon.
Nick conveniently forgot to mention that Steve wouldn’t be doing just mission reports from agents but paperwork from the different boards in the UN that the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch worked with. He wasn’t as bad as Tony when it came to staying late but Sam chewed his ear about as much as Pepper did Tony. So Steve was glad Sam sent you to retrieve him instead.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming, just let me finish this.”
“What is it?”
“Stephen and Wong want to take on that video you sent me. I don’t know, wizard stuff. If it makes my life easier, I don’t really care. Are those chocolate chip cookies?”
He pointed to the box in your hand. You looked through them.
“This one is. Here.”
You plopped down on the edge of his desk, handing him one of the Insomnia Cookies. Steve looked down at your shirt. He had to restrain himself from making a hum of disapproval at the giant Spider-man mask on the front of the shirt. You didn’t own anything Winter Soldier or Falcon or Captain America, from when it was him or Sam.
He recalled seeing only four Avengers merch in your closet. An Iron-Man onesie that Tony thought was hilarious, the Black Widow sweatpants Nat requested you wear after seeing Tony’s merch, and the large t-shirt you pulled out when you were missing Clint and Pietro because memorial shirts were made for them.
Not once did you ever request their clothes though. Steve thought, yeah it was a little petty to be jealous of his daughter’s boyfriend but you were his family first. Was it too hard to get a shirt? They all got your merch and each other’s— Sam’s favorite thing odd enough were the Winter Soldier sweatpants. Steve took the cookie and ignored the shirt.
“How was your date?”
“It was nice. Rocky Horror’s weird.”
“Weird good or weird bad?”
“Just weird… Is Wanda coming home yet?”
Steve shook his head.
“She says she still needs time to understand her magic before coming back. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone else so I don’t think we’ll be seeing her for a little while, Babydoll. But you can probably visit her soon, I don’t think she’ll mind. She might like the company, actually. You convince your dad to take the shield back?”
It was your turn to shake your head. “He keeps saying that it feels like it belongs to someone else. You kind of have hard shoes to fill, Dheaidí.”
Steve sighed. The shield was Sam’s and he believed that with his entire heart but convincing his own husband seemed to be a different challenge. Life after the Blip was slowly putting itself together but falling apart all at the same time:
Wanda was found but still missing in a sense, there was a potential new hero, Tony and him were no longer heroes but retired, Sam wouldn’t take the shield, his sister-in-law wouldn’t take Avengers’ money to fix the Wilson family boat, Bucky’s nightmares returned after the Blip and weren’t getting better, Bucky hated the therapy that Steve had put him in, his daughter had a boyfriend and was getting closer and closer to becoming an actual adult.
Out of all the things, you no longer being his little girl was definitely the worst part of it. Steve clicked out of all his files, turning the computer off.
“You don’t worry about any of that though. Just focus on school and your space stone thing.”
“And Peter. We have another date on Saturday. Uncle Jamie said he’d be a chaperone.”
Steve deadpanned. “How could I forget? Don’t forget, Morgan’s birthday is this weekend. You can’t miss your cousin’s party for a date.”
“Peter’s invited too.”
Your father sighed. “Of course he is.”
“I mean he’s practically family— Uncle Tony’s! Not ours, that would be weird considering we make out, I mean we just kiss. Promise nothing…”
Steve held up a hand. “I don’t want to know. How about we go to bed and act like this part of our conversation never happened?”
“Sounds great. Want another cookie?”
“Absolutely.”
You and Steve awkwardly munched on cookies and made your way back to your floor in the compound. Moments like this was when everyone said the resemblance between you and Steve was uncanny, aside from the blond hair. You two had the same awkwardness and lack of good communication without stumbling over your words. The goodnights were short and curt as you both went to your own rooms.
As Bucky brought you and Peter to Morgan’s party, Steve gave a small smile before heading into the kitchen under the guise of looking for some more drinks. Tony laughed as you practically held Peter down while Morgan gave him a princess makeover. He looked around to see if anyone was getting footage when he noticed that one particular supersoldier was missing.
“Cap?” Tony called as he snuck into the house. “Ca— Steve, are you good?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said in an unconvincing tone.
Tony walked over, deciding not to say anything about noticing Steve wipe away tears. He looked at what the other man was looking at. The picture of you, Tony, and Peter playing chess in the lab. Steve sighed.
“Sorry, Tony. This is your little girl’s day, I don’t mean to ruin it.”
Tony opened the fridge to look for another soda, handing one to Steve before cracking open one for himself. He leaned against the kitchen sink. Both of them took long swigs of their drinks. Tony shook his head.
“You’re not ruining anything. It’s hard isn’t it, seeing Sarah grow up?”
“Yeah. Even harder when I missed most of it. She should’ve had some dumb princess party like this when she was younger and she had a HYDRA cell instead.”
“You can’t blame yourself for that, Steve, you weren’t even thawed out.”
“But I can blame myself for letting her get taken and the Blip. And it’s my fault she’s here in the first place. That kid and her mom would have had a chance if I wasn’t her dad… You know, I went to see her mom. When I was returning the stones. I just couldn’t help myself. She was a bright woman, looked so full of life.”
“Stev—”
“I didn’t talk to her,” he cut Tony off. “I just stared like a creep. Babydoll looks like an exact mix of both of us.”
“Steve,” Tony said more firmly. “You’ve got to stop blaming yourself for the kid’s past. You were in ice, you didn’t know, and you stepped up to the plate the moment you found out. The only person regretting missing Sarah’s younger years is you. She might be getting older but she doesn’t stop seeing herself as your little girl.”
As if someone called you, you came walking in. “Dheaidí! Cass and AJ are here, so is Aunty Sarah. Are you done with your soda?”
Steve stuck it out for you to finish. “My favorite Sarah’s here?”
“I thought I was your favorite Sarah.”
Steve pulled you in for a hug, swaying the two of you back and forth. “You’re always my favorite Sarah, Babydoll.”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“Uncle Jamie won’t stop staring at her like a creep. I thought you said he was a ladies’ man in the 40s?”
“Give Buck a break, it’s been a while.”
“So if he marries Aunty Sarah then he’s legally a part of the family now, right?”
“Are you trying to play matchmaker? Stay out of adult business.”
“I’m almost an ad—”
“Nope, don’t want to hear it. Forever my little girl.”
“I know,” you said, making Tony give Steve a shove because he was right. “But I’m not twelve anymore. Boys don’t have cooties and I definitely know what flirting looks like. Uncle Jamie likes Aunty Sarah, she’s totally into him, and I think you should help him change her name from Wilson to Barnes.”
“G.I.”
“Yes, Uncle Tony?”
“How many rom-coms have you and the Spiderling been watching?”
“Like all of them.”
“Explains so much,” Tony muttered into his soda.
The entire party moved from outside to inside as Morgan’s elementary school friends left and only the Avengers and family were left. Pepper had ushered everyone into the cabin house where the party was being held instead of at the compound. Ever the manager and businesswoman, she had an alarm set on her phone about the new Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian.
The government had actually wanted Steve there but he insisted that his niece’s birthday party was a more important event— not everyday did someone turn six. You all gathered on the couches as Pepper turned on the television. Steve, Sam, and Bucky all rolled their eyes at seeing you cuddled up to Peter who got most of the princess makeup off minus the unicorn tattoo on his cheek. Your actual cousins, Cass and AJ, started making kissy noises while Tony shielded his own daughter’s eyes and told Morgan that she couldn’t date until she was your age and shouldn’t even think about it.
While you enjoyed being the oldest Avenger baby, you suddenly remembered how much younger cousins could be so annoying. Clint’s kids weren’t helping as they joined in. Cooper, the closest in age to you, was the only mature one about it. You didn’t mind if he had wanted to join in on the teasing. Losing Clint was hard on you but he was only just your uncle. He was their dad.
They had slowly been getting better, coming round the compound more with Aunt Laura. So if making fun of your relationship helped them feel better then you would gladly let them. Cass and AJ were a different story, however. You grabbed the pillow from behind you and chucked it at the two boys. Sarah grabbed their phones when she saw them pull them out.
“Nope, no. Your cousin’s relationship is not for you to gain more followers. I thought I told you no Instagram anyway.”
“It’s not for Insta, Mom,” AJ whined. “All the girls at school think Sarah and Peter are relationship goals.”
“And Evan,” Cass chimed in.
“Yeah and Evan. They pay us for exclusives you can’t get on Insta or paparazzi stuff. It’s for vision boards, manifesting stuff. Makes a fortune.”
“How much?” You asked before their mom could scold them.
“A buck fifty per picture, adds up with all the kids paying.”
“You should be charging at least two fifty,” Peter commented.
You nodded. “I was going to say that.”
“Sarah,” your aunt started. “Don’t encourage them.”
You set your head back on Peter’s chest as the tv program started. Did you two pose a little bit for Cass and AJ to get a good picture? Maybe. If a bunch of preteen girls paid your cousins to make you and Peter their little vision board avatars, you weren’t going to stop their hustle. It didn’t affect you two at all. You might actually pay one of those girls for a physical vision board as an anniversary gift.
The mood in the house was a lot calmer with just family. You all passed around leftover snacks, drinks, and cake as the Smithsonian did a live in-depth look at some of the new additions to the exhibit. The US Secretary stood next to the Smithsonian director— the glass case holding Steve’s shield off to the side of them. Cooper sat up straight.
“I can’t believe you gave up the shield, Uncle Sam.”
Your dad just shook his head. “It felt right. I enjoy being Falcon anyway.”
“You think they’ll let us borrow it if we ask?”
Steve and Sam turned to you. “Why do you need it?”
“No reason.”
Sam pursed his lips. “We’ll revisit this conversation later.”
“My answer will still be no reason.”
“See that. That right there, kid, is how I know you’re up to something.”
“And now for the moment everyone has probably tuned in for,” The US Secretary said, drawing everyone’s focus again. “What about the legacy of the shield? Well, Captain Rogers provided a few words for us.”
You all listened to the speech that Steve had pre-recorded, complimenting him for the nice words. The secretary stopped the clip.
“Wise words from our beloved captain. While his legacy lives in this shield and the person behind it can never be replaced, we hope the American people and the world find it in their hearts to make room for the symbol that is Captain America to live on. Help us give a warm welcome to the new man we have picked to help carry Captain Rogers’ burden of being a symbol and hope. A man who embodies the greatest of America’s values. Welcome your new Captain America, Captain John Walker.”
Your jaws all dropped. You immediately turned your head to look at Steve and Sam, both men frozen. As the program ended, each of you slowly recovered. Natasha shook her head.
“They can’t do that, can they? That shield is Steve’s, it’s Sam’s too if anything.”
“Doesn’t matter if they can,” Bruce said. “They just did.”
“No. No one’ll go for it.” Steve tried to sound sure but even he didn’t know.
If this is what they were going to do with his shield then he would have never retired. If it wasn’t going to Sam then it shouldn’t have gone to anyone. He was fuming on the inside, not wanting to show it because it was still Morgan’s birthday. A lot of calls and visits had to be made when you guys got back to the compound.
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By: Adam B. Coleman
Published: Jan 30, 2024
Since George Floyd’s death, formerly liberal-minded Americans started validating the anti-racist question of the century: What shall we do with the poor unfortunate Negro?
This singular question popularized a corporate philosophy that is the antithesis of civil-rights law, encouraging employers to entertain an individual’s immutable characteristics as part of the application process.
Business tycoons like Mark Cuban have drunk the diversity, equity and inclusion Kool-Aid despite it containing corporate carcinogens and have chosen to die on the hill of DEI in the social-media public square, Twitter/X.
In an exchange with prominent X user @TheRabbitHole84, who was advocating meritocratic employment, Mark Cuban admitted he takes into account an individual’s identity before hiring: “I’ve never hired anyone based exclusively on race, gender, religion. I only ever hire the person that will put my business in the best position to succeed. And yes, race and gender can be part of the equation. I view diversity as a competitive advantage.”
This public admission of identity-based hiring practices prompted Equal Employment Opportunity Commissioner Andrea R. Lucas to remind Cuban his actions are unlawful.
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Mark Cuban, she wrote, “EEOC Commissioner here. Unfortunately you’re dead wrong on black-letter Title VII law. As a general rule, race/sex can’t even be a ‘motivating factor’—nor a plus factor, tie-breaker, or tipping point. It’s important employers understand the ground rules here.”
Lucus then provided a link to a thread in which she was quoted with a legal reminder for businesses across America who are practicing what Cuban is preaching: “[Lucas] said she sees ‘significant legal and practical risk’ in many corporate diversity programs. ‘Equal opportunity is our charge,’ she said of the [@USEEOC]’s mission, ‘but the law does not demand equal outcomes.’”
When businessmen like Cuban advocate identity-based hiring, they’re tacitly admitting they don’t believe these individuals are capable of competing without corporate training wheels to roll them into employment.
They’re confessing that when a black person like me walks into their office looking for a job just like everyone else, they see me as an object that requires pity instead of a human being who deserves respect.
Cuban states he sees “diversity” as a competitive advantage thanks to employees having different perspectives, but what this does is reinforce race and sex essentialism: We must all think the same because we are part of the same group.
But proclaiming you want diverse perspectives based on identity markers is a ruse to sanction breaking the law because there are no two individuals who have the same perspective on everything, no matter what they look like.
By default, we are all unique and see the world differently despite occasional overlaps in viewpoints.
Cuban and others like him completely overlook something when considering immutable characteristics in employment: If any discrimination is allowed, then what’s to stop it from one day being applied against any of us?
The lesson we learned after instituting the Civil Right Act’s Title VII wasn’t just that refusing to hire black people is wrong — avoiding hiring anyone based on that person’s identity markers is wrong full stop.
It might be en vogue today to pity black applicants and want to give us a leg up, but who’s to say that in the future there won’t be a demand to boomerang back and correct an overcorrection in hiring, harking back to a distant past mantra of “Blacks need not apply”?
DEI encourages corporate saviorism as a necessary benevolent act, but it’s a disingenuous practice that sees minorities as incapable of excelling without someone else pulling us up to prosperity.
It makes intelligent men like Cuban speak dogmatically about people who don’t look like him, reinforcing how we are being held down by invisible systems and only wealthy white men like him can (and must) save us.
Mark Cuban: We don’t need saving or want your pity.
If you want to help us, treat us like everyone else and let DEI die.
Adam B. Coleman is the author of “Black Victim to Black Victor” and founder of Wrong Speak Publishing. Follow him on Substack: adambcoleman.substack.com.
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All's Fair In Love & War- Nobunaga Ch. 24
Chapter 24
I had been rather pleasantly surprised when I’d told Nobunaga of my origins and he’d accepted it. It had warmed my heart when what appeared was a concern was that he was afraid I would go back. He truly didn’t want me to leave him…I felt the same.
Of course, what I had not been prepared for was how curious Nobunaga would be about the future. Seeing my old cell phone had apparently piqued his curiosity. When we weren’t busy making love, he was asking me questions about the future.
We were currently laying in the futon, cuddled up and he was asking me questions. “What was your life like there?” He asked.
“My life specifically?” I replied. “Well, when I left I was still considered a kid. I was still under the care of the girls’ home I had grown up in and still in school.”
“Girls’ home?” Nobunaga asked. “And is the school like the temple schools?”
“A girls' home is a place where they take in orphaned girls and care for them until they reach adulthood.” I explained. “The schools…I guess the temple schools are the closest thing you’ll find in this era. But the schools from my time are open for all and they teach all the basics, reading, writing, math, science. Then when you finish school, you can either immediately join the workforce or go into further schooling to train for a specific job. There are also still some jobs where you can be an apprentice to learn them.”
“Interesting.” Nobunaga replied. “So, you did not finish your schooling?”
I shook my head. “No…my grades weren’t always the best anyways.”
“Grades?”
“Kind of a ranking system of how well one completes their school work.” I explained. “We had assignments we had to do as we learned new material and we also had tests to find out how well we learned the material.”
“Interesting.” Nobunaga replied. “What are other advancements in technology in your time?”
I explained more about computers, cars, trains, airplanes…that one really got him.
“Flight is possible in your time then?” He asked, his eyes wide and full of curiosity.
“Yeah. Though I was never personally on one. I never had a reason to fly anywhere else.” I answered. “But it’s very common for international travel. The fastest mode of transportation for that.”
“Truly intriguing.” Nobunaga replied.
I couldn’t help but to smile at his almost childlike curiosity about my original world. It was actually kind of adorable.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Nobunaga asked, looking at me curiously. “Does it make you happy to think of your original home?”
“Not particularly.” I replied. “I honestly didn’t really fit in. It honestly never really truly felt like home. Not like I have here.”
“Then why do you look like that?”
I giggled. “I just didn’t expect you to be so curious. I mean if our roles were reversed, I’m not sure I’d be able to resist asking about things that are supposed to happen in this time.”
“I need not know those things.” Nobunaga replied. “I know I will succeed in my ambition.”
“I see.” I replied.
“However, I am fascinated by new technology and ideals.” He further explained. “I have spent a lot of time talking to the Portuguese missionaries and traders. I’ve learned many things about the way the rest of the world works. The advancements other countries are making. I find it all fascinating.”
“Is that part of what makes you see what this country could be?” I asked, curious.
Nobunaga nodded. “Yes. Once we stop the fighting and unite everyone, then we can join the rest of the world…which from what you have told me, by the time you are originally from happens, we have.”
“That is true.” I replied. “Really it’s probably a good thing you don’t want me to tell you about outcomes of battles or anything…I was a terrible student and only vaguely remember little tidbits from my history classes in the modern day.”
Nobunaga chuckled. “You say you were a terrible student in your time, but you seemed to do well under your father’s tutelage.”
“Different lessons and different styles of teaching.” I replied. “Sword Fighting is definitely more interesting than complicated equations…learning about battles in the pages of a history book is much different than actually living through them.”
Nobunaga was smiling at me. “You prefer a more hands-on approach then?”
I grinned at him. “I find it’s the best way to learn anything…definitely been the best way to learn about you.”
“I have to agree.” Nobunaga replied, his hands trailing over my curves. “I definitely enjoy getting my hands on you.”
I shivered in delight under his touch. I started running my hands over his body in turn. “I love you, Nobunaga.”
“I love you, Ava.” Nobunaga replied before pulling me close once again and kissing me deeply. It was going to be a long and pleasurable rest of our time at the hot springs.
Days later…
We had finished our stay in the hot springs and had packed up to head back to my castle. “Thank you for staying with us, my lords.” Akane’s granddaughter said, bowing to us. “Please come again.”
“Yes, you need to visit more, Ava…but please be quieter next time.” Akane said.
I felt my cheeks heating up a bit, but I smiled and stood my ground. “I’ll make sure we come and we’re even louder next time.”
Nobunaga was chuckling beside me. “That wasn’t the top of your voice?”
I gave Nobunaga a challenging look. “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”
“Not in my hot spring.” Akane said. “Now get out…and maybe don’t come back. I miss the days you came with Sato. I could put up with your girlish giggles, but not this.”
“Oba-san.” Her granddaughter scolded.
Nobunaga and I were both laughing. I gave a polite bow to Akance. “Thank you for allowing us to stay and I apologize for keeping you up. I will have a bottle of your favorite sake sent as an apology.”
“Well…I guess I can accept that.” Akane replied. “Be well, Ava.”
“You be well Akane.” I replied.
Akane was then looking at Nobunaga, her eyes cold as steel. “And you…keep her happy. She deserves that.”
“I intend to.” Nobunaga replied.
We were then heading out. Nobunaga mounted up on his horse and then offered me his hand, pulling my up as I placed my hand in his. He snapped the reins and we were off. Nobunaga kissed the nape of my neck as we rode back towards my castle, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
“You really can’t get enough of me, can you?” I teased. “You can’t seem to keep your hands or lips off of me.”
“You are far too delicious.” Nobunaga replied. “And intoxicating.”
“Hmm…I guess I could say the same thing about you.” I replied, turning my head to grin at him.
“You guess?” He asked, a challenging note to his voice. “You seemed to not be able to get enough of me either. You were just as active a participant as I was.”
“Hmm, but I can’t just admit it.” I replied. “Then you might start getting an even bigger ego than the one you already have.”
Nobunaga chuckled in my ear. He was moving the reins to hold them in one hand, as he wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me close. “You enjoy challenging me.”
“Oh, that’s one of the things you love most about me.” I replied.
“If I admit that, it will make your ego bigger than it already is.” Nobunaga replied, turning my own words against me.
I giggled, turning my head to kiss his cheek. “We are two of a kind, then.”
We teased, joked, flirted, shared kisses, and caresses as we continued our ride back to my castle. It was fun being with Nobunaga. No matter what we were doing… just being with him, it just made me so happy.
“I am looking forward to finishing my ambition with you at my side.” Nobunaga told me, as we drew closer to my castle.
“You are rather close, aren’t you?” I replied.
“Very.” Nobunaga agreed. “I believe this year, 1582, will be the end. We will conquer this land and remake it into something better. And once we have done this, I want to leave these islands and see all this world has to offer…with you at my side.”
I smiled. “I like the sound of that.” I said. Though, there was something nagging at my brain. As if there was something important I needed to remember from my history lessons. Something about Nobunaga and the year 1582…and something in the pit of my stomach told me it was something bad. I pushed it down. Until I could remember, I wanted to push that feeling down. I didn’t want to cause Nobunaga or anyone else to worry.
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A Mission of Another Kind
Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N
Summary: Jake is assigned to a mission he did not think he would have to take part in, despite training for it with everyone else. Considering its high level of danger, you had been happy he hadn’t volunteered for it, until he came to your house one morning to tell you he had been assigned and would be leaving within the hour.
Warnings/Notes: Um…it’s a little angsty I guess. There might be cursing (I don’t actually know. I didn’t go back and check. I just assume there is because that’s usually my thing). Love confessing because I am a s-u-c-k-e-r for it.
**Part of “Wants and Needs” series, and takes place after “Scrapes and Bruises,” but you don’t have to read either to understand this**
Part 2
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“Baby,” Jake sighed. “Baby, say something.”
He kneeled in front of where you sat on the couch, trying to catch your eye as you picked at the fingernail you accidentally broke when your boyfriend walked through the door and told you he was leaving you.
You swallowed hard, voice raspy from the sudden dryness at the back of your throat when you said, “I thought you weren’t on this one.”
He took your hand in his and squeezed. “Plans…changed a bit,” he said, but you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him.
You knew what truths you would see in those green eyes if you did: that this mission was no joke, and the potential for something happening to him was now significantly higher than you were comfortable with, to put it mildly.
He had explained a bit of it to you, back when he thought we wasn’t going to be a part of it. Mav and Cyclone had asked for volunteers first but based on what Jake told you—the level of accuracy and skill required to succeed—you couldn’t imagine why anyone would. There would be no room for error. You were just glad he hadn’t been first in line to sign himself up. Jake loved his attention, and a few months ago he would have stepped forward, ready to further prove his talents, but when he met you that goal became secondary. And while he had been on missions since you committed to one another, they were nothing like this one. This one, which had been dubbed by the team “the riskiest since their first at Top Gun.”
Learning about that first mission gave you nightmares for weeks. By the time you came around, the team didn’t so much talk about it anymore, their conversations drawn more towards the present, but eventually Rooster gave you the details.
He told you that had it not been for your boyfriend, your honorary uncle and best friend would have died that day. But as you slept, your subconscious twisted those details into a million different nightmares that were so vivid behind closed eyelids they had you shooting out of bed, suffocating solely because your lungs refused to take in the available oxygen prying at your airways. Jake, not the heaviest of sleepers as it was, would shoot up a minute later at the sound of your gasps, putting his hands on your face to ground and center you with his touch. He’d beg you to open your eyes, to see him, and on the nights when your brain couldn’t quite comprehend his words, he’d kiss you until your chest stopped constricting and you remembered how to inhale.
Every night as he tucked you back into his side, he would ask what happened, but you never told him. You would just shake your head and settle against the warmth of his body, knowing you wouldn’t be able to explain what went on in your head without sobbing. You wouldn’t be able to both breathe and describe just how tortured you were by your own subconscious’s crafted images of his death.
“They only gave me an hour,” he said.
An hour that surely started the minute he left base, which he would have to be returned to before those sixty minutes were up. You tried to calculate the time: the sum of the drive to your house, the drive back, the full minute he spent staring at you after you opened the front door to let him in, the five minutes it took for him to tell you what was about to happen, the three minutes you spent in silent shock. How many minutes were you wasting by not looking at his handsome face? How many minutes had you already wasted without your mouth on his? You didn’t know. You had no idea where to start, and no desire to spend another minute trying to figure out just how little time you had left with him.
His hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking back and forth along your cheekbone, and you raised your head to look at him. He was so beautiful, even with his brows pinched in concern and eyes greener from the red tint surrounding the irises.
“They wanted me to call instead,” he whispered, “but I couldn’t not see you.”
His eyes were scanning over the features of your face. Memorizing, you realized. Packing away into the corners of his mind every freckle, mole, and sunspot on your skin. The curve of your lips, the line of your nose, the angle of your jaw. Memorizing it all, the same way you were as you looked at him so you wouldn’t forget a thing; not even the scar above his brow from that time he and Rooster decided to be idiots and attack one another.
“Why you,” you asked.
“One of the guys who volunteered was declared unfit this morning. We all trained for it. They asked for me, and I can’t tell them no,” He replied. “I told Rooster. He’s going to come stay with you while I’m gone.”
You nodded in understanding, proud of your strength in the simple action when every fiber of your being begged you to shake your head at every word that had come out of his mouth from the moment he walked through your door.
His fingers slowly drew lines down the curve of your cheek until his index finger found its spot crooked under your chin and his thumb carefully ran over the plumpness of your bottom lip. He rose a bit on his knee and kissed you hard.
Your hands met at the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair as his tongue brushed against yours. He sucked lightly on your bottom lip before giving it a little bite, forcing a weak whimper that his deep groan muffled.
You didn’t know how long you sat there, pouring every good, intense, honest, beautiful feeling you had for him into that kiss, but he clearly did. He must’ve been counting down the seconds you had left. Every time he tried to stop himself by separating your lips, only a half-second would pass before he was kissing you again. And three times that happened before he finally stopped, let out a shaky breath, and met your eyes.
He sighed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and with a small smile that was not the tiniest bit believable, he said, “Baby, I need you to tell me to go.”
“What?”
“If you don’t tell me to go,” he shook his head, “I’m never going to walk out that door.”
“But—”
“Baby, please.”
The thought made your stomach flip. To say the words that would send him away was not an ability you had within you. But when you looked at him, when the pain behind his stare bore into your heart, you knew you’d have to find a way to do it; to be strong for him.
You kissed him again and settled your hands on the sides of his face with a smile that was no more convincing than his had been. Then you leaned forward, rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes. You took a moment, just to breathe in the same space as he was, to know that was he was alive and safe.
Your lips parted, and with a crack in your voice, you said—
“Go to work, Jake.”
A tear streamed down your cheek, and you bit your bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
He inhaled deeply, it exhaling as a puff against your face.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Then he slipped out of your grasp like sand through spread fingers. And by the time you opened your eyes, he was gone, door closing behind him with a slam that echoed down the hollow hall in tune with your sobs.
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