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creative-heart · 25 days

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"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter three: “Until I found her.”

Lucia’s notes: I really do apologize in advance if this chapter is a bit slower or not as thrilling as the previous ones, but I kinda needed to give our sweet Kuku some more space to be himself in all his feels, some sad and piny, some more steamy and shmexy. I promise things will start picking up on the next chapter, which is actually, coming this Friday. @Y/IG/UN stands for Your instagram username. As usual, please let me know if I've let any mistakes get through

Playlist:

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex.

What a time- Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

Until I found you- Stephen Sanchez

The show- Niall Horan

Content Warning: This chapter is just basically from Kuku’s POV, lots of internal monologue and him pining over reader, basically him being quite an angsty mess for a bit. Brief, mild thoughts of sexy stuff, nothing too graphic, but if you do not want to read it, you can stop reading at “Every time kuku looked at Y/N…” after the first cut.

Word Count: 2kish

Kuku’s POV:

Esteban had never been one to envy what others had, even since he was a little boy, he had always been a generous, kind soul. He also really couldn’t complain about what life had sent his way, not that he hadn’t worked his ass off to get to where he was now, he knew all the success was much deserved. Why couldn’t he stop feeling so mad about Lucas being in a relationship with Y/N then?, why couldn’t he shake the feeling of his friend not being deserving of such a woman?. It was obvious she was way too good for him, she was not only one of the most gorgeous women kuku had ever met, but since the moment he first laid eyes on her, the hazel eyed woman had wooed him. She was so funny, so witty, her laughter so melodious and bright it could light up a whole room. He couldn’t keep lying, not to himself at least, he had the most raging crush on his best friend’s girlfriend.

Since the night of his coming home party, all he could think about was that beautiful woman every second he was awake and every single one of his dreams dominated by her face, the way his name sounded on her voice, the ever so slight lisp when she pronounced his whole name- which made it all that more adorable-. They may not have known eachother for that long, but sometimes it doesn’t take that much time to see the chemistry with someone, he knew it was there; and it saddened him so much to see how much she dulled herself when she was next to her boyfriend. Y/N was no doubts about it, as brilliant and talented as she was beautiful and sexy, he had confirmed that when he found her photography online. She could very well be making a living off of that, why did Lucas hide her away from the world was something he couldn’t grasp. If he were lucky enough to be her boyfriend, he’d brag about her nonstop to anyone who would listen.

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Conversation with Y/N was so easy as well, ever since they started texting and talking on the phone every night he had confirmed, that she was just all the more interesting than he had phatomed on their first encounter. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about and when those rare moments came about, silence was so comfortable it felt as if they knew eachother since forever. They had agreed to meet at the park near his place on a Wednesday afternoon, and he felt as nervous as he did when he went on his first date, or when he had his first ever audition. He remembered Y/N had said she loved Hazelnut caramel lattes one of the times they were chatting, so he made sure to grab two coffees when he headed to their not date date. Esteban took a deep breath as he saw the blonde girl sitting crosslegged on the grass picking at it absentmindedly and walked over to her, placing the to go cup in front of her face “penny for your thoughts sugar?” the freckled man said softly sitting down across from her.

As she took the cup taking a sip and smiled like a little girl who just got the doll she’s been waiting for for so long. “Hazelnut caramel latte, you remembered?” she said almost as if she expected him not to, it was the least he could do, -did Lucas really pay that little attention to her?- he thought as he took a sip from his beverage looking at her as if he were trying to memorize every single detail on her face; some people are so lucky they don’t even realize what they have don’t they?, all he knew, was that he could look at Y/N and listen to her talk all day. There was something really special about the way her face and specially those eyes lit up whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. Every time kuku looked at Y/N; all he could think about was how her lips would taste, how soft they’d feel against his; he was sure her skin was as warm and silky as it looked, kuku wanted to trace his fingers along every single inch of her skin, feel the goosebumps underneath his fingertips as he discovered the more tender spots on it. If he were to ever be given the chance to hear his name come out of her luscious lips in a breathy moan, he was sure he would collapse on the spot, in fact it was all he had been thinking about since that night at his parents house.

When Y/N handed him her camera and instructed him to find whatever on that park that inspired him, that made him want to take a picture of, all he wanted to do was point it at her, he could take a million and one pictures of that woman and never grow tired. He decided against it though- he thought he could feel something there from her part as well, but he didn’t want to ruin it if he was wrong- instead, he looked around and found a little girl playing with a dog and aimed the lens towards them; just as he was trying to get the camera focused, he felt the younger’s light breath on the side of his neck and her scent was so intoxicatingly sweet, she smelled like orchids and jasmines, it was the best smell he had ever come across and it fitted her so well, and he could her hear talking, but kuku couldn’t really focus on one single word she was saying. Having her so close to him made his heart race and he could feel the warmth inside him grow, he needed to be this close to Y/N all the time. “And now, once you’ve found what you like, you hold yourself still, and press the button”- You, I like you Y/N so very much- he thought as he could catch her looking at him through the corner of his eyes before snapping the picture.

As kuku stepped into the elevator of his apartment building he couldn’t erase that stupid boyish smile from his lips, he was absolutely smitten, lost, taken, he was gone, there was not even a good enough reason to deny that he was falling head over heels for Y/N, and it pained him so to see a woman such as her, wilting away and dimming her light to fit next to someone like Lucas, she deserved so much better. Esteban took his phone out of his pocket at the chime of a new text coming through, a grin drew on his face as soon as he saw the contact name on the bubble and opened them.

Y/N/N 🤞:This way, you can go back to these later on, when you want to check your first work ;)

Y/N/N 🤞: I had a really good time today by the way, thank you, I really needed to get out of my place, those walls can get trapping.

Y/N had sent him the pictures they had taken that afternoon, when had she managed to take that picture of him with his sunglasses on was a mystery.

Kuku 🤭: thanks for the pictures, and I’m also glad that I could help you feel better, always happy to help a damsel in distress 🤭

Esteban mentally cursed at himself for that supid reply and kept going trough the several pictures she had sent; laughing at a couple where they just got to playing around and decided to post them to his Instagram profile “park shenanigans @Y/IG/UN”. He sighed happily and walked into his place, grabbing a quick snack before going to take a long hot shower, he just needed to get himself together, what was happening wasn’t right. Even if he could tell Lucas didn’t make Y/N happy, even if he knew she deserved better, if he knew he could treat her better, it wasn’t right to be doing what he was doing, and thinking what he was thinking about with her. He either needed to stop and get his act together, or he needed to make his intentions clear to her. After what seemed like ages, and finding himself standing under now cold water, he got out and let himself fall onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

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A few days had gone by and Esteban hadn’t heard another word from Y/N that was weird, had something happened at the park the other day? had he done something wrong?. He looked at his phone, nothing, no new posts on Instagram nor any missed texts or calls from her, that was weird, they had gotten into the habit of talking to eachother on a daily basis. He decided to text her and make sure she was alright.

Kuku 🤭: Hey Y/N/N, hope everything’s okay, haven’t heard from you in a while and was getting worried, if you need anything, please let me know. 😚

He put his phone down again seeing no reply from her, not even a confirmation of her reading the text. Kuku decided to get ready and go over to Matias’ house, he texted him on his way over.

Kuku: Mati, I’m on my way to your place with a bottle of wine, I really hope you’re free tonight.

The younger man looked at his phone, knowing something must be going on if his friend was coming over unannounced, and asked his girlfriend Male to give them some space and time for a guys night before replying.

Mati: Well, Male just went out with friends, how bad is it? Do I need to rally the troops? cause I can always text Fran and Agus at least. Lemme know.

He didn’t even wait for the elder’s response, he sent a quick S.O.S text to the others and soon enough they were all at his place. Not long after they were all there, wine was flowing around, so were the laughs and silly jokes until Fran perked up a bit and looked at his freckled face friend “okay, what was the S.O.S text Mati sent about Kuku? spill darling.”

Esteban looked up at the blond sat across from him, and took a deep breath letting it out in a heavy sigh before downing his glass and getting a new one. “you got time?” he looked around a humorless chuckle getting past his lips as the others just looked at him; “okay, so remember the party my childhood friends threw for me a few weeks ago?” at the nod from the rest he continued “well.. there was a girl there…Y/N”.

“The one from your lovey dovey pictures on IG” Agus added on “you two dating?”

Kuku shook his head huffing “wish it was that easy bro, no, she’s dating my childhood best friend, I know she’s absolutely unhappy, I’m sure he’s a douche to her to say the least, and she’s so incredible, she’s not only gorgeous, but smart, sweet, witty, charming, talented, dude, she’s perfect, she literally is pretty much perfect, and I just can’t get her off my mind, and I wish there was something I could do to make her realize that Lucas, my friend, doesn’t deserve to be next to her and for her to finally leave him. He’s shutting her off so much, she’s wilting next to him” he rambled on for a while about the whole situation and ended up with a small shrug of his shoulders while he downed his drink again.

The boys looked at eachother. “Have you tried telling her how you feel?” Mati said as if it were the most obvious next step, and he was right, it was the obvious next step, that’s what he needed to do, and he was gonna do it, he needed to get together with Y/N again and tell her everything that had been going on in his mind.

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 6 months

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Everlark (The Hunger Games, Ch. 27)

(this chapter is particularly heart-wrenching when it comes to these two little fools, brace yourselves. it's a long one but there's so much in this chapter to talk about)

katniss expects us to think that she has to work very hard to convince the audience of her love for peeta when this is how she speaks of him: "he looks so clean and healthy and beautiful, i can hardly recognise him. but his smile is the same whether in the mud or in the capitol and when i see it, i take about three steps and fling myself into his arms"

peeta pushing caesar aside whilst kissing katniss without even looking at him. peeta is just so... ugh

again she's letting us know that she's acting all this and it's a whole big performance but when she curls up into peeta on the interview couch and he wraps himself around her and she clutches his hand, it transports her back to the cave, where it was all very natural to her.

"being very free with my kisses" - see, she took part in those kisses, even if she mostly describes them as "peeta kisses me"

throughout the whole night, from the stage to the after party, she doesn't let go of peeta's hand.

again, she's desperate to talk to him, to see him in private

"then peeta's there, looking handsome in red and white" - she's down bad and i feel like she really downplays her emotions in these moments that she sees him. i picture her being completely taken aback by how gorgeous she finds him, like the wind has been knocked out of her.

when peeta mentions that soon they'll be home and haymitch can't watch them all the time, katniss says: "i feel a sort of shiver run through me and there's no time to analyse why" - now this can be taken in two ways. first considering that she's aware she's being watched and it's a sinister shiver. secondly, and what i'm going to go with since peeta is flirting with her again and she says she has no time to analyse why (which is often synonymous with her feeling something big) , is that katniss is a little hor-knee. like the idea of them being alone? thrilling to her! if that's what he kissed me like in front of a screen, what is it going to be like in their absence?! in conclusion, katniss is down bad

i feel like in katniss's nervous answers to caesar, there's a lot of truth. we already know her previous interview strategy was just to tell the truth imagining it's cinna and i really do think what she says in the interviews is the truth because she cannot lie, haymitch knows and peeta knows when she is. this is what she says: "until that point, i just tried not to think about what my feelings might be, honestly, because it was so confusing and it only made things worse if i actually cared about him. but then in the tree everything changed... because for the first time... there was a chance i could keep him" - i don't know about you but i don't think she's lying or embellishing.

later on she says when asked about why she decided to eat the berries, she says "i don't know, i just... couldn't bear the thought of... being without him." again, not a lie because we saw her internal monologues in that chapter, where she literally said that if he died, she'd spend the rest of her life in that arena, trying to think her way out. so yes she thinks she's doing this for the performance but it's all true.

her devastation over him losing his leg. again, an always cool katniss loses her composure. she pulls up his trousers, whispers in horror, shakes her head, and is so worried she's going to cry that she buries her face into peeta's shirt. it takes minutes to coax her back out.

here comes the heartbreak, prepare yourself

when she's on the train going back, she starts to transform back into the old version of herself: katniss, the seam huntress. and she says that as she has this transformation, peeta's arm around her feels alien and she doesn't know how to talk to him. this is where we start to see her associate peeta with the capitol and the games. even though he's the boy with the bread and has been for time.

when peeta picks the wildflowers for her, she reluctantly accepts them and tries to seem pleased. she feels like she's been lying to someone who trusts her, or more accurately two people. clearly she feels like she's betrayed both of them in some ways.

when peeta realises that she's been 'acting' (which again, he prides himself on being able to tell when katniss is lying but he didn't on this whole thing, whatever he felt from her was genuine), he lets go of her hand and she has to take a step, as if to catch her balance. warm steady strong peeta is faltering in the wake of this news and he's let go of her hand and that means she's faltering without him to rely on. what a crazy thing to think so casually.

when he calls her on acting for the games, she says "not all of it [was acting]" and she says this "tightly holding onto my flowers." she is trying to hold onto these flowers he's given her so hard - to stop the feeling of him retreating from her physically and emotionally, to steady herself using something he's given her.

she's so focused on him she can hear every footstep he takes back to the train.

poor heartbroken peeta, who really just loved her so fully he didn't even think it could be an act. my heart hurts for both of them so much in this moment.

her looking out for if she sees him over the next day or two but she doesn't. and when she does, he's expressionless and this hurts her.

i think it's telling that while she's thinking all this she says: "that it's no good loving me because i'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner. that if i do have feelings for him, it doesn't matter because i'll never be able to afford the kind of love that leads to a family, to children. and how can he? how can he after what we've just been through?"

point 1: as someone who's been this person, this screams of katniss distancing herself from something good because she's in her head about it and believes she can't have/doesn't deserve it. this is how that thinking works and once you've done it yourself, you recognise it.

point 2: peeta has never actually said he wants marriage and babies. katniss is just fully imagining this. like she is imagining the possibility of marriage and babies with him and is trying to cut that thought before it blooms.

"i also want to tell him how much i already miss him" i actually felt this in my own chest. she LOVES that boy. capital L love.

when she hears his voice is hollow rather than angry, she's devastated. she can feel the boy with the bread slipping away from her. remember the opposite of love is indifference? she'd rather he hated her. going from love that blooms to hollowness? why don't you just throw her off the cornucopia to the mutts.

"i take his hand, holding on tightly... dreading the moment when i will finally have to let go" ugh. UGH.

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bratshaws · 11 months

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through the hourglass 168. brb x oc

a/n: sometimes all we need is something cute. that's all <3 i hope you all had a good day today and i hope you remember how loved you are(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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The days do go by fast, if she had to admit. Sometimes the pain gets worse and she does cry, quietly, into her pillow. She knows he’s fine, he’s been messaging her about it, trying his best to keep her updated while he’s away.

And yet she still worries.

She just has to wait a little bit more, after all they’d talk in a few hours. And she decided that cleaning the house and giving herself a more organized backdrop would work…as in she was cleaning the whole house. And was now in the kitchen.

She was cleaning the floor.

He wasn’t going to see the floor.

But here she was.

She sits on her knees with a heavy sigh leaving her lip, “I need to focus.” she tells herself, looking at the living room where Nicole is, sitting on the floor with the three dogs surrounding her so she doesn’t move forward nor backwards, she’s incredibly entertained by Dr.Chimp so she will never move.

Beatrice smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looks at Nicole, she is looking more and more like Bradley every day. These past days she did see his baby pictures, because she couldn’t help herself, and noticed how the two of them were similar. Both of them have the angel like features that she adored so much, her smile widening as she remembers how they still have to take more pictures when he returns.

They just…want to be safe when sharing about Nicole, every picture they posted of her online she had her back turned or was bundled up.

Call them paranoid.

Beatrice hums, sighing again before leaning her head back,looking up to the ceiling and then frowning, “What am I doing?” she gestures to her head in exasperation, “Jesus Christ,I think I’m losing it.” Jolene is the only dog that trots over curiously when she hears Beatrice’s monologue, tilting her head at her owner. ‘Am I losing it Jojo?” she gets a whine in response, “Yeah,I’m losing it…I’m okay. Hah,I’m okay.”

She cleaned the whole floor and stands to her feet, rubbing the back of her hand against her temples before looking around the kitchen with her lips pursed, trying to see if there was anything else she could do until it was time to talk to Rooster.

Beatrice surveys the kitchen as if she’s trying to figure out a crime, her eyes scanning the countertops and cabinets for any remaining tasks. She notices a few dishes in the sink and decides to tackle them, there weren’t a lot of them - honestly it was just stuff from lunch but it’d do. Grabbing a sponge and some dish soap she starts washing the dishes, her mind begins to wander, thoughts of Rooster and their life together swirling in her head.

She can't help but feel a mix of emotions—pride, worry, longing. Pride for Rooster and his dedication to his mission, worry for his safety and the unknowns that come with military deployments, and longing for his presence, his touch, his warm embrace.

Rooster always thinks of himself like he’s not…a lot, he knows he’s good, but he gets bashful when it comes to certain compliments still. She gets it, she does, but it was true.

Her husband - God, her husband, it still made her giddy- was…the best change in her life. Who knew that she’d end up marrying the hunky, handsome, charming pilot who always seemed to have the world looking at him? Who knew he’d love her back, if not more than she did love him? Sometimes she still remembers the first months, she remembers the times they spent together…knowing each other.

He was so careful and he was so sweet and polite, he never wanted to make her uncomfortable and he’s still like that even if he knows Beatrice like the back of his hand now. Her smile only widens and her cheeks turn red as she recalls their very first date…and looking back, she could see thing she hadn’t before.

Like how he looked at her. It was…new, it was too new. She wasn’t used in being looked like she was the only girl in the room nor thinking she could take someone’s breath away. Hell she was wearing shorts and a crop top, with her combat boots and some stockings, there was nothing sexy about it but she was too nervous to use something too risqué.

He didn’t care. Honestly, he was too busy staring into her eyes to probably notice her own fears…and that kiss, God, that kiss. The fact he initiated, so smoothly too - because he is extremely smooth, sometimes painfully so- while keeping his eyes on her mouth and asking if she was okay with it.

“Ugh.” she is smiling with her cheeks burning up, bouncing a bit on the kitchen mat as she giggles, “He’s so cute.” and he still made her feel like they are dating. That’s what a good healthy relationship was, Rooster was the best thing that ever happened in her life and she was so happy of everything they built together.

She was scared she’d mess up a bit, more than once, in fact several times, in their relationship. And trying to break what she knew of a relationship was hard, because all she knew then was…Eric. Her brain was downright bamboozled because he was genuinely like a dream, he surprised her every step of the way and she loved it.

And he could read her emotions, he could figure her out easily. He still does…

She missed him.

Beatrice takes a deep breath, trying to center herself in the present moment. She focuses on the rhythmic motion of washing the dishes, finding solace in the mundane task. It provides a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of their current situation. “It’s fine.” she tells herself,looking back at the clock on the wall with her lips parted,”We’ll talk in a couple hours, it’s fine.”

His last message reassured her raging heart, which she was extremely thankful for, but hearing from him would help a lot more. She sets the clean and dried dishes back into the cabinets, fixing each one of them so everything was perfectly aligned before closing the doors, holding onto the handles for a little while longer.

After a soft sigh, Beatrice wipes her hands on a kitchen towel and takes a moment to appreciate her surroundings. The clean kitchen, the comfortable home they've built together—it's a testament to their love and commitment. She reminds herself that their separation is temporary, and they will be reunited soon.

“Alright, now,” she clicks her tongue, pointing to her hair, “I need to get ready.” She walks out of the kitchen to the living room, eyes directing themselves to Nicole who is just giggling and hugging her tiny feet as she sits up on the colorful mat, Eleanor and Jack on either side of her and Jolene standing next to Bea.

Nicole looks away from the tv towards her mother, gurgling happily - her tiny teeth were more visible now which was adorable - “Mama!” she coos, pointing her little hand to the screen, “Ooo!”

Beatrice turns her head just in time to see what she was looking at, then laughs because it was a pilot lion getting treated, “Yep, looks like daddy doesn’t it?” she asks her daughter, gently settling next to her and deciding to give herself a five minute break before taking her shower,knowing she’d have to take Nikki with her upstairs. Nicole bounces a bit on the mat, the little pigtails on her head moving and she points even more to the tv, “What?”

“Dada!”

“Yeah, it looks like dada.”

Nicole laughs, clapping her hand excitedly, the noises making Jack lift his head sleepily only to lie back down, turning his face away from the commotion, “Dada!”

Beatrice smiles, watching Nicole's excitement and hearing her adorable babbling. It warms her heart to see their daughter's love for Rooster, even at such a young age. Hard to believe she was only seven months old considering how active and alert she was.

One of the last times she took Nikki to the clinic - for a check up more than anything - the doctor was so surprised at how much Nikki was able to do already. The fact she was expanding her words was enough to make the doctor smile and tell Beatrice that “she’s a smart little girl already,huh?”

As Nicole continues to point at the TV and exclaim "Dada," Beatrice can't help but feel a pang of longing. She wishes Rooster could be here, witnessing these precious moments with their daughter firsthand. But she knows that he is doing important work, and their call later will bridge the gap, at least temporarily.

She leans closer to Nicole, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Yes, birdie, dada." Beatrice speaks softly, her eyes welling up with emotion. She takes a moment to collect herself before continuing, clearing her throat "We miss him a lot, don't we? But he'll be home soon, and we'll have lots of fun together."

Nicole giggles, grabbing one of her toys and waving it in the air. Beatrice joins in the laughter, allowing herself to be fully present in this moment. As the minutes tick by, she savors the simple pleasure of being with her little girl, actually enjoying this Dr.Chimp episode and thinking that kids tv nowadays was so much better than when she was a child.

Well to be fair she only watched Sesame Street for a long while, and it was still good so maybe it wasn’t all bad.

Eventually, Beatrice sighs, “Alright.” gently lifts Nicole into her arms, cradling her against her chest. "Alright, my little angel, it's time for Mama to get ready. You're coming with me, okay?" Nicole takes a while to reply because her head is still turned to the tv, little mouth open in amazement.

Beatrice chuckles, gently tickling Nicole’s tummy only for her daughter to squeal in response, curling away from her mother and grabbing onto her hand now instead of the toy, “It’ll be fast, cutie. I just need to keep my eyes on you while I shower, is that fair?”

“Aaa!”

“I knew you’d agree.”

She was so used on picking Nicole from the floor that she could stand up one handed, without letting her go…well, that is until the twins are bigger and then she couldn’t…but until then! She could manage, “Alright, guys,” she turns to the dogs, “Keep an eye on the door, yeah? We’ll be right back.” Jolene answers for her kids with a gentle ‘boof’ and Eleanor immediately scurries off to keep her nose pressed against the glass…while Jack remains asleep.

Beatrice walks up the stairs with Nicole in her arms, carefully navigating each step as she heads towards the bathroom. The soft sound of Nicole's coos and giggles fill the air, bringing a smile to Beatrice's face.

Once they reach the bathroom, Beatrice sets Nicole down on her bouncer - which she did bring over by her foot -, giving her chicken toy so she distracts herself, which is immediate. Those plasticky cries are loud and make her ears hurt but every sacrifice is worth it.

She ensures the bathroom is safe, removing any hazards and checking if she got everything - she did place all her clothes there prior from her cleaning spree downstairs - Before adjusting the water temperature and turning her hand back and forth to make sure it was just right for her to shower, “Alright. Now,Nikki,” her daughter is currently chewing the chicken while looking at her, “Mama is going to keep te door just a little bit open so I can see your pretty face,alright?”

“Aa!”

“Yeah, your pretty face!” she says while undressing, kicking the used clothes aside and hurriedly making her way into the shower. The warm water cascades over her, soothing her tired muscles and providing a moment of relaxation.

As Beatrice showers, she keeps a watchful eye on Nicole, who happily plays with her chicken and babbles to herself, sometimes meeting her mother’s similar green colored eyes.. Occasionally, Beatrice leans out of the shower to engage with her daughter, exchanging smiles and playful words. She knows Nikki will be fine, she knows she’s safe and whenever she feels her daughter is distressed, she pops her head out to make her grin.

The sound of the water drowns out the noise from the rest of the house, allowing Beatrice to immerse herself in the solitude of the moment. She takes this time to reflect, to gather her thoughts and emotions. It's during these moments alone that she allows herself to acknowledge the weight of her worries, her longing for Rooster's presence, and the uncertainties that lie ahead.

But Beatrice doesn't dwell on those thoughts for long. She slaps her cheeks to break off the anxiety, “I’m fine.” She knows she must stay strong for herself and for Nicole and the twins. She focuses on being pretty today, it’s been a while since she used make up and why not do that today? It’d not only make her feel good but so would her husband.

Who would either be shocked and stare at her for a few seconds or he’s going to immediately curse at her and say he wished he was home.

Since she washed her hair yesterday, all she does is take a refreshing shower, and she does feel much better afterwards. She glances over at Nicole, who is still happily occupied with her toys while sliding on her robe and tightening it around her waist so she can walk out of the bathroom, “Alright, see!” she spreads her arms so Nikki looks up at her, “Was that long? No,right?”

Nicole giggles sweetly, clapping her hands, “Alright, now,” Beatrice points to the cabinet where she kept all her makeup - God bless Rooster because he never complained, “Mama is going to use some makeup, alright? But I won’t take long.” she says, “I’ll just dress up first.”

She quickly dries herself off and dresses up, humming a lullaby softly as she does. She adjusts the dress - maybe she just wanted to make him feel just a little bit more because it is a bit…sexy. It was a mossy green haltertop dress that hugged her curves just right, including the baby bump and she’d gladly show him once he shows up.

Beatrice looks down at her phone to check the time, ‘Alright, a few more minutes,” she says as she opens her makeup drawer, grabbing everything she needed while Nicole stares, completely stunned by the activity. Beatrice flicks her gaze towards the baby girl with a gentle laugh, “I know right? If you feel into getting makeup when you are older, you can always ask me things.” Nicole especially liked the red lipstick her mother got, ‘ooo’ing the second she pulled out the tube, “And you love bold colors too,so…”

Nicole just gasped happily, watching completely mesmerized as her mother spread the creamy substance over her lips, covering the once pink surface with a burnt red, “There.” she smacks her lips a few times before clicking the tube closed, “Oh, wait, what if.” she rummages through the drawers after tossing her lipstick aside, letting out an ‘aha!’ when she finds a scrunchie. It’s small enough so she could hide in her hair, which she does once she pulls it all up in a bun, tugging only her bangs down so it framed her face.

Honestly she just stared at herself for a few seconds, she was…looking good. And her mind needed this break, she needed to feel like this considering how the past weeks were. “Alright! Now I’m done!”

She turns her attention back to Nicole, who is still captivated by her mother's transformation. Beatrice chuckles and walks over to her daughter, picking her up and giving her a gentle squeeze. "Look, birdie, Mama got all pretty for dada. Do you think he'll like it?" Nicole responds with a toothy grin, clapping her hands in delight. gently playing with the bangs that frame her face.

“Now, for the final touch,” she bought something this week, frivolous but very cute…she got herself shark slippers. It was so cute! She couldn’t deny herself that! And it was so comfortable, she knew she’d need something like that when the twins get bigger and it was so very soft. Nicole looks at her mother’s feet once the slippers slide on before smiling at Beatrice “I know right? We might need one for you, they have crocs like these, for those tiny baby feet.” and she tickles her daughter’s feet as well, it doesn’t make her laugh as when she did with her stomach but it was still adorable.

She carries Nicole downstairs, where the dogs eagerly greet them, tails wagging and sniffing curiously at her freshly done appearance. She giggles and shoos them away gently, making her way to the living room. With a quick glance at the clock, she realizes it's almost time for their call.

She settles down on the couch, cradling Nicole in her arms as they wait for Rooster's call, opening the laptop so the camera can take all of them.She runs her fingers on Nicole’s strawberry themed top, gently fixing her collar, “Do you want to click it?” she moves them closer to the laptop, the loading symbol still going which means he wasn’t there yet, “Here, to answer daddy’s call you press this-” she moves Nicole’s tiny hand to the mouse, “Then here,” and her daughter was amazed by the cursor.

“Oh to be a kid again and just think everything is wonderful.” she giggles, kissing Nicole’s head before leaning back on the couch. The anticipation fills the air, and Beatrice can feel her heart racing. She takes a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm and composed, smell the flower, blow the candle.

Repeat. As many times as necessary.

“Why am I nervous?” she mutters to herself, facing her own reflection on the dark screen,”It’s not like he doesn’t know me.” but she does fix her hair for a few seconds, licking her lips only to give herself a weird look, “Calm down, Jesus. It’ll be fine.”

He will be fine.

“Yeah, he will.”

As the minutes tick by, Beatrice entertains Nicole with gentle whispers and silly faces which distracts her as well. She talks about how excited they are to see Rooster soon, how they've missed him and all the adventures they'll have together and Nicole babbles in response, her eyes sparkling with joy, adding some of her last known words to the mix.

That’s when she hears the connected sound and immediately straightens up.

And her heart just exploded because how can someone look so good all the time. He is wearing his usual black top and his hair is so glossy…she wants to touch it…and his neck looks so nice too but he’s looking away, he hasn’t noticed he's connected yet. That is, until he hears Nicole’s soft gasp, “Dada!”

Rooster’s eyes snap to the screen, Beatrice is holding Nicole up to her face to hide herself at first, knowing their little girl’s reactions was absolutely too precious to pass,”Hi birdie!” his voice gets high and his smile widens, “Oh my Gosh, look at you! You look so big! And you are dressed with strawberries? Oh you look so pretty!”

Nicole giggles, bouncing on Beatrice’s lap, leaning closer to touch the screen with her tiny hands, letting out a confused whine when she couldn’t feel her father’s face, “I know honey,I wish I was there too.” he flicks his gaze towards Bea, “Are you hiding from me?”

“I’m not.”

“Kinda looks like it.” he pauses, “Are you wearing makeup?”

Well, now she just had to show him,didn’t she, “Well,” she moves Nicole out of the way a bit - she was still on her lap but no longer hiding her mother’s face- “I wanted to doll up a bit,” she shrugs innocently, “What do you think?”

And he’s quiet.

So quiet she thinks his connection is bad, but she could see him blinking. In fact she could see his brown eyes drag down her body then back up to her face “...holy fuck.” well, she was right about both of his reactions, apparently “Gorgeous…what the hell.”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I love it. You look even more beautiful than you already are, my god.” and he keeps moving his eyes, not knowing where to look anymore “...you look stunning. Are you going somewhere?”

“No,I’m just feeling pretty today.”

“You are always pretty.”

Her cheeks heat up and her smile turns shy,”Roos…I…” she giggles,covering her face, “You are too smooth.”

Rooster's words make Beatrice's heart flutter, it's amazing how his words have the power to make her feel so special.

She lowers her hand, revealing her smile once again, and playfully teases, "Smooth talker, huh? You always know the right things to say." Beatrice leans closer to the screen, her voice filled with affection, "But I’m glad you like it.”

Rooster's gaze softens, his expression filled with love and adoration, one of his hands coming up to hold his head upright. "Hmhm…” his eyes drop down again, his smile a bit dopey, “...fuck you look so good. Kinda wish I was there to admire it closer." and the innuendo isn’t lost by her, who clears her throat in hopes to keep herself in check.

“Well…when you come back you can…see it.”

“I’m counting on it.” The connection crackles for a moment, making her stomach drop briefly only for his face to appear clearer than before “--but that’s for another time.”

She blinks in confusion,”Huh? Sorry Roos, your audio cut for a second there.”

“Ah…well,” he smirks, “That’s fine, adds to the mystery.”

She shifts Nicole on her lap, while staring at him - narrowing her eyes playfully before shaking her head. She moves closer allowing her daughter to reach out and touch the screen. Nicole giggles and babbles, Beatrice has to gently hold her hand so she doesn’t slap the screen too hard, “How’s everything there?”

He sighs heavily, running his hands through his hair and interlacing them on his nape, the movement makes his biceps bulge and she has to remember to keep herself together. “Honestly,it’s…tiring, always is. It’s a lot of paperwork, a lot of things to check.”

“Are you managing though?” she asks cautiously, “Are all of you?”

‘Oh yeah, it’s been going fine. It’s just we are also helping the new recruits, but besides that,” he flaps his hand,”It’s fine. This place is just cold.”

“Are you complaining about the cold?”

“This ain’t Virginia,gorgeous.” he smirks, “But I’ll live…how are you though, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’ve been keeping myself busy, I’m uh, going to buy some stuff for Evelyn’s gender reveal party and then I’ll get some stuff for the sleepover.” Rooster arches his brow in confusion,”Oh,Shells is throwing a sleepover for us, and for Nikki too.” she leans down to kiss her daughter’s cheek, earning a soft giggle, “And I’m going to take some snacks and- oh!” she moves a bit on the screen, scooting to the side while carrying Nicole before stretching her leg, ‘Look!”

She flaps the shark slipper, angling her foot this way and that so he can see all the details, “Is that a shark?”

“Yes!Isn’t it adorable?”

“Yeah…just like you.” she sputters embarrassedly, appearing back on the scene with Nicole still laughing, “You look really good, you know? I mean, you always do…but I think because you dressed up, so nicely for our call I’m just,” again his eyes trail down,”Admiring everything.”

Beatrice's cheeks flush at Rooster's words yet again. She can feel her heart racing, his compliments filling her with warmth and affection.

"Thank you, Roos," she says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Your words mean the world to me. I wanted to make this call special, just for you."

Rooster's gaze intensifies, "And you succeeded, gorgeous. You always know how to make me feel special, even from miles away. Are you…going to do that in the next calls?."

“I mean…yes, sure.”she looks down at her stomach, “It’s also up to these guys but…yeah. Sure.”

She watches as Rooster runs his hand through his hair again, his eyes filled with mirth and adoration, a mix only he could have, “I know. Are they okay?” she nods, giving him a short explanation from her last time at the clinic “And your dad?”

“He’s just as fine, he’s still taking some meds but he’s much better than before.” she explains, playing with Nicole’s hands. “And he’s needing some help so Michael is staying over for a little while.”

“That’s great to hear, gorgeous. I’ll let everyone else know and-” he looks beyond the screen, his eyebrows furrowing “Yes,McAllister I’m talking to my wife.” followed by a less than impressed expression, “Yes.McAllister…do you mind? Right now?” a soft apology followed by a ‘goodbye sir!’ was heard. Rooster sighed, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips.

Beatrice chuckles, shifting Nicole's hand gently so she doesn't harm the screen. "So your fanboys are there,huh?”

Rooster is now supporting his chin on his hand, shaking his head “Yep. They are…they are good kids, just all over the place.” he explains “McAllister has a crush on Jessie.”

Beatrice’s mouth drops open, “Shut up. Are you serious?”

“You know I don’t lie.” he smirks, “He asked me to keep quiet but I had to share this with you so…eh,he’ll forgive me.”

‘Oh that’s so cute–a Rooster and Bea 2.0! Like we talked about.”

His smile widens because he couldn’t help himself.

"Yeah, it's pretty adorable," he says, his voice filled with a bit of pride. "I can't help but feel a sense of joy knowing that our fans have connected with each other. It's like our love story has inspired them in their own lives."

Beatrice's eyes sparkle with excitement as she leans in closer to the screen. "That’s so romantic,Lt.Bradshaw.”

Rooster nods, his gaze never leaving Beatrice's eyes dark and directly looking into hers "Thank you…Mrs.Bradshaw. You are too sweet." They shared a few more snippets of their separate journeys for a little while, thankfully they never ran out of things to talk about.

When the time comes for him to go back to the grind, he stops then looks into her eyes again

"I'm proud of us, Bea," Rooster says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I really am."

Beatrice's eyes well up with tears of joy, a gentle gasp escaping her lips. "I'm proud of us too.”

Rooster's smile softens, his voice filled with tenderness. "And I'm proud to be your husband, Bea.” oh that’s just dirty. “You have no idea how much.

“You are going to make me cry.”

“Good tears?”

She smiles sweetly, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much ,”...the best.” she whispers, “With you is always the best kind.”

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I guess I am back ...

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Took me a while but here I am again writing fanfiction and fuck me that feels good!

So since I haven't written anything in quite some time – please be gentle. :) It is not perfect but it is a start. Here it goes. Enjoy!

Short, little something about the 12th Doctor and his travel companion. It is very fluffy. What I would imagine to be an almost „normal“ day in the Tardis.

The usual banter

„Well then stop complaining and just read it to me.“ (Y/N) said while she was walking through the many hallways of the Tardis holding a book in her hands. She was on her way to a more comfortable place to rest. She had spent the last half an hour reading, sitting on one of the chairs in the Tardis main console room. However her back had started to ache and she really did want to snuggle in under a blanket now.

„When you were sitting on the chair I could at least pretend that you were listening to me being all clever. If you go away I got no one to be clever for.“ The Doctor trotted grumpily behind his friend inclined to follower her until he eventually would persuade her to return back to the console room.

„Oh you poor thing you,“ (Y/N) twirled around while still walking and gave the doctor a puppy dog lock. Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on him at all.

„I know you just want my attention because you are incapable of enjoying some down time. But I am not - so please just let me read my book in peace and finde someone else to impress.“ Continuing on in her path, (Y/N) heard the Doctor huffing out a loud breath. She smiled to herself. This was them having a good time. Simple, friendly banter mixed with a bit of truth and a piece of spite.

„What are you reading anyways?“ The Time Lord inquired even though he already knew what (Y/N) was reading.

He had checked out the title the minute the woman had picked up the book. He had only kept up his monologue about quantum physics and why it should be taught in Kindergarden to make sure she did not realize he was actually just paying attention to her. His mouth had been on auto pilot doing its own thing. Flushing out knowledge which sounded reasonable enough to not make (Y/N) suspicious. The Doctor’s eyes though were roaming over his friend. They had drunk in every detail about her. She had been sitting a little hunched forward, cross-legged on a console room chair and the Doctor knew her neck would hurt later.

How she delicately held the book, absently running her index finger over the spine. Every other minute one of her hands would pull back a stray strand of hair which had fallen into her vision for the what seemed like the hundredth time. He smiled softly angling his head down a little, turning to the side just a bit so he wouldn’t give himself away. (Y/N)’s expressions were what captured him the most. She could run through so many facial expressions in seconds while reading and she didn’t even know it.

After The Doctor and (Y/N) had started to travel together he had soon learned that she was an adamant reader. Always carrying a book with her which in fact had come in more handy than he could have thought. Soon he had revealed to her the big library the Tardis had to offer and she had spent countless hours in there since then.

So to be honest the Doctor adored how much (Y/N) loved reading and was utterly stunned how much happiness it invoked in her. It made him feel like he could also maybe finde simple things that made him happy. It gave him hope and comfort. Nevertheless he would never admit this out loud. The teasing, the raillery and how they would always end up sitting together reading, talking about it, shushing each other when they wanted to make a point. He loved it, he loved her - which was a secret and something he pushed deep down, well away, avoiding the whole subject.

To answer his question (Y/N) just held the book up over her shoulder.

„You have read this one at least 3 times!“ The thick Scottish accent of this Doctor’s incarnation couldn’t possibly be more prominent. When he continued (Y/N) had to close her eyes for a second. She would never be able to un-hear that low dark rumble of a voice and it gave her the shivers - the good ones.

„How can you read that again, it’s not getting any better. Wasn’t really good to begin with and—“

„5 times, I read it 5 times and it’s my favorite so don’t mock it you old grump.“ She said with a twinkle. Another huff from behind her and then she had reached the door to her room.

The door slide upwards with a silent, swift movement and (Y/N) entered her room.

It was a while back, when on a whim the Doctor had decided that it was time to give (Y/N) her own room. She had been traveling with him for well over a year and even though the Tardis was good at providing the woman with everything she needed when ever she went looking for it, the Time Lord really wanted to extinguish the thought of her just being a guest. So in addition to a key for the Tardis (Y/N) also had gotten a room.

It was in itself a relatively large space however a comfortable king-sized bed, a dark green corduroy couch, several shelves filled with books and other stuff, as well as an antique wooden desk and a well-worn armchair made it look very cozy. Somehow the Tardis had managed to build in a big round window which was laid in deep enough so one could sit on the sill and marvel at the stars. A wooden stool was placed under it for better reach and the nook was set up with different sized cushions and blankets. There was no harsh light source, the whole room was illuminated by tiny fairy lights and garlands (Y/N) had hung in different corners and on the ceiling. Over time some of her drawings, keepsakes and other things had made its way onto the walls. There was a small bouquet of flowers, dried now put still carefully placed into a vase upon a small table next to the arm chair. Flowers (Y/N) had collected during one of the many adventures with the Doctor. In a corner by the bed was an old chair, layers of cloth made it almost invisible. Some of them had slit down onto a fluffy large rug. Somehow all of this captured so much of (Y/N)’s character and the space truly had become hers. It filled the Doctor with joy every time he noticed.

When (Y/N) had just started staying in her own room the Doctor made a point to not enter it. He didn’t want to seem intrusive or else overstepping boundaries so he simply avoided the space all together. But as time passed those boundaries got pushed around and eventually evaporated. It appeared to be that neither the Doctor nor (Y/N) really minded the other in their rooms. Which is why, without hesitation, the Time Lord followed his friend inside.

(Y/N) went straight for the big couch and crawled onto the shorter side of the L shape. Here she could finally rest her back comfortably against the big cushions and cover herself with that large blanket she had been craving. A happy sigh slipped over her lips and the plain words of her book started to take colorful form in her head. It could have been perfect but a few seconds in and (Y/N) had to avert her gaze from those pages just to see a rather cross Time Lord standing in front of her. His head was tilted to the side and he wore a what you could call a question-mark-expression on his face. It did nothing for him combined with his constantly peeved eyebrows but (Y/N) still smiled and sat up a little more.

„You are not, you are really not?“ Lost for words, the Doctor in his bewilderment gestured between the room and the door, his hands flying around.

„You are really going to just sit here and read that book?“ The Doctor pointed at the book as if he was trying to stab it. (Y/N) knew that the Doctor in fact did have a hard time wrapping his head around the concept of just doing nothing or at least not achieving anything, albeit one could argue reading was a great achievement. So she understood, some of this was show, familiarity, daily life with each other but still there was a little truth hidden in the Doctor’s words. He needed her to keep out the loneliness, the dark thoughts and perhaps even memories. The Doctor’s mind was much easier to carry when it was occupied. And most days (Y/N) was happy to oblige. She loved being his companion. One adventure after another, long sleepless nights and so many stories he could tell but some days she simply needed to rest. Catch her breath in someway. „Hey did you just silently insult my book with your finger. Cos I saw that!“ (Y/N) chuckled and rolled her eyes in a fake annoyed manner. She defensively covered the book with her hands mocking him. The Doctor drew in a breath and put his hands on his sides revealing the red lining of his long coat. His signature move, (Y/N) thought and she had to laugh at that. He really was a child sometimes, stomping his feet.

„Come on now Doc. You have three options here,“ her thumb went up to indicate the different alternatives.

„Number one: you can either sit down and be quiet,“ second finger joined, „ number two: you can go away do what ever the hell you want or,“ third finger rose, „ number three: and this is my preferred option, you can sit down, snuggle in and read the book to me.“ (Y/N) wiggled her fingers at the Time Lord and shrugged.

„Your pick.“

To the Doctor there really weren’t three options here, all he truly wanted was to be close to (Y/N). She calmed him, he had figured that out awhile back after they had been traveling together for only a few weeks. Everything around him usually carried some kind of intensity, pressure and he had a tough time ridding himself off that even in the comfort of his Tardis. (Y/N) took that away, she was like a constant that fixed something in him. At first he wasn’t able to accept that. It felt weird to the Doctor that somebody else had such an impact on him but after a while he recognized it as something special. With her around there was no need to go on and keep digging, to keep finding but he never told her that. Old habits die hard and he wasn’t ready to share that knowledge yet. After all he was the Doctor who kept running right?

Nevertheless (Y/N) did notice that the way the Doctor treated her differed a little from how he carried himself with others. She put it off to all the countless hours they had spent together and them simply being comfortable around each other. Just friends.

The Doctor grumbled something under his breath and kept lingering in the middle of the room.

„What was that?“, she asked. Instead of an answer the Doctor took a few long strides towards the Couch. Before (Y/N) could do anything the book was snatched from her hands and with a thud the Doctor plopped down right next to her. He pushed his shoes off putting his feet up and under his companion’s blanket. His left arm came down around (Y/N)’s shoulders and he opened the book at the latest dog-ear.

„You really have got to stop doing that.“ The Doctor nodded towards the book. „Dog-ears are just horrendous especially for the next reader.“

„If you wouldn’t interrupt me so often there’d hardly be any.“ (Y/N) tried to sound offended but she couldn’t hide the smile forming on her lips. She grabbed the Doctor’s hand that was resting on her left arm and squeezed it lightly. His fingers involuntarily interlaced with hers right away and his thumb caressed the back of her hand. This was sweet and surprising. They had been sitting close together before but as of late more often. However it normally didn’t go further than their bodies touching side by side.

The atmosphere had suddenly changed. The moment came and went and still they were just sitting there quietly, waiting maybe. (Y/N) moved first. She scooted down a little so she could lean more into the Doctor and was able to rest the back of her head on his chest. (Y/N) could feel the rise and the fall of the Time Lord’s breath. Were those thumps his hearts? She couldn’t be sure because her own heart was beating wildly. The Doctor drew in a long breath, he wanted to start reading. As much as he was enjoying the close proximity to (Y/N) he was also scared to give away how much it actually moved him. Reading would at least draw some of his braincells in another direction. He closed his eyes for a second to compose himself, how could he be so nervous? He was The Doctor, the oncoming storm, bringer of darkness and –. And in the face of feelings remotely in the vicinity of romance he still basically was just a school boy with a crush, tongue tide and clumsy hands. Sensing that the Doctor was hesitating for some reason, (Y/N) turned around a little and peeked up at the Doctor. The look she saw in his eyes startled her. She had seen that kindness and calm before all though hardly ever as unfiltered as it was right then. Yet (Y/N) got a scarce view of something else and it confused her immensely. What was that? (Y/N) let go of the Doctor’s hand and without thinking about it she very softly ran a finger along his face. She started at his hairline slowly tracing it down to his cheekbone, continuing on until she reached the corner of his mouth, drawing a half circle down upon his chin. And before she even realized what she had just done her hand dropped back down lying flat on the Doctor’s chest.

„I,“ (Y/N)’s voice came out a little raspy and she had to swallow to clear her throat.

„I thought, I thought I saw, there was something, I…“ She shook her head.

„Sorry I didn’t mean to just –. How rude of me!“ (Y/N) gained her bearings back and was suddenly very aware of what she had just done. Her face grew red and she felt stupid.

If the Doctor hadn’t been holding his breath before he sure as hell was now. The way she had run her finger down his face and had looked at him while doing so made him speechless. Second time he was lost for words in mere minutes, that’s an accomplishment. All the carefully stored away feelings he harbored for his travel companion came rushing out trying to finally overwhelm him. Well and that was that. It was over, there was no denying it anymore. After all that time and all those rules he put upon himself something just snapped. Fine, here we go then, the Doctor thought. Wrapped up in this huge aha-experience of his, (Y/N) begun to wiggle her way out of there close sitting positions. She didn’t dare look at the Doctor and just wanted to get away. Shocked by the unexpected loss of contact the Doctor panicked a little and dropped the book on the couch He quickly took a hold of (Y/N)s hands. She halted in her movement. Without saying anything the Doctor tucked a little. What he really meant to say was ‚please don’t leave, everything is good. Stay here - with me.‘ but all he managed, owed to his utter lack of being able to say what he really feels, was:

„Where are you going?“ His voice was soft, no trace of insistence. Silence. They looked at each other. The Doctor didn’t want this to go south, he wanted to save this situation make it go back to where they had been moments ago.Where was time traveling when one really needed it. When (Y/N) clearly wasn’t going to say anything, worse it looked like she still wanted to flee. The Doctor chose to go for chatter. Comfort lies in the known and chatting each others ears off – they knew.

„So you touched my face, no big deal. Isn’t like you haven’t done that before is it?“ The Doctor tried to sound normal, relaxed even.

„I mean I get it, I am a sight to behold.“ He wiggled his eyebrows and made an upward motion with his hand, flipping long strands of hair around he clearly didn’t have.

This was funny in itself because this particular regeneration of the Doctor really didn’t think himself handsome or good looking in any way. It had never bothered him too much. However since he felt more and more drawn to (Y/N) in a romantic manner he kind of wished he still was that young, springy, bow-tie version or even the sand-shoed one.

Finally a small smile on (Y/N)’s lips. Her shoulders relaxed a little too. Just one more for good measure then, the Doctor thought, and we should be reading in no time.

„Now I haven’t got all day. Do you want me to read this to you or would you rather prefer to map out more of my frowning lines?“ Almost back to her quick-witted self (Y/N) opened her mouth to respond but the Time Lord cut right in.

„Oh and no I am not doing voices. The last time I did that I had slightly too much red wine and you had broken your fragile human wrist.“ He glared at her one more time smirking and picked the book back up. (Y/N) was moving back into the position she had just left so hasty and slapped the Doctor on his knee.

„As long as I don’t have to hear anything about quantum physics for the next few weeks I take what I can get, you grouch.“ The Doctor scoffed, giving her a disbelieving look. „I have, you know, on good authority that some people would commit murder to her me lecture about –“ This time (Y/N) went right over the Doctor’s words.

„Shhh, less talking more reading.“ With that (Y/N) fully leaned back and placed her head on the Doctor’s hearts once more. The Time Lord smiled to himself. When he started to read his thick Scottish accent filled the room, he knew she loved it.

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mirror-to-the-past · 10 months

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Hi. Boom. Here's long assorted sleep deprived thoughts I'm gonna be face palming at later about my current KH3 impressions.

Finished Olympus, Corona, now I'm on Toy Box.

PUNTING DONALD INTO ORBIT. And low key, Goofy, too. Like, on one hand, they're just Some Guys and also cartoon characters that make me giggle every cutscene they're in and they just try to lighten the mood or whatever. On the other hand, narratively, NOBODY is getting off Sora's case oh my god. Like, they've teased him before but it feels much more frequent and pointed this game towards the things Sora is insecure about. "Haha, you know Sora, our forgetful, stupid, careless, rash, powerless, weak, codependent idiot! We love him. <3" (exaggerated for comedy but they really don't stop with the punches and it's so uncalled for lol) And he either takes it or lightly goes "hey..." half the time. Donald keeps talking shit, Goofy just lets it happen and whenever there's actually disputes where Sora sasses back a 'lil then he steps in and it gives off vibes of "now don't make your mother angry." They're questionable guardian figures. Rehoming Sora to Supportive Dad Mickey Mouse real quick out of saltiness. That said, Goofy kind of laying a steadying hand on Sora on the Trinity Sled and when he was upset about Eugene's "death" in Corona is sweet.

The face of someone doing completely well who says "I can take it" twice in a row just to prove how well he's doing:

Bestie. You're fifteen years old and running around in a world where tripping acid on identity issues, amnesia, and listening to vague monologues from strange predatory darkness men is another Tuesday.

Sora keeps spacing out and giving thousand yard stares especially throughout this game, and when Ienzo told him "yeah, your heart's not entirely yours!" And Sora just stared blankly at the phone like "figures." I just laughed, lol. He's just constantly pivoting between being occupied by and amazed by the Wonder™ of the world/absorbed by the hype of meeting new people and the Horrors™ presented by the constant tumult of foreign emotions and memories running through his little head, clearly to such a degree that it's no surprise to be told that there's whole fuckin people within him. Teenage experience, honestly. Love coming of age narratives that are just crazy fucking magic bs manifesting in dissociation central. What a guy.

I was in tears laughing when Sora was hearing voices in Twilight Town and thought Hayner and co. were those same voices for a sec and very enthusiastically, as though to prove himself went: "See?? :DDD Voices!" SORA, HONEY.

In other news of AAA-

Way to the Dawn just fucking broke? Why was everyone so calm? Am I missing something? Riku's like "aha gives me an excuse to skill up and get a better one-" child, I am gripping you by the shoulders. This blade is manifested as an extension of your heart, they don't just BREAK. Should I be concerned about the integrity of your soul, brother?

THE SCENE WITH KAIRI AND LEA/AXEL WAS SO SWEET, I WANT MORE OF THEM. NEED MORE OF THEM, ACTUALLY. When Kairi was like ":3 hehe I'm gonna beat your ass in the ring," and when he started CRYING because he caught a glimpse of Xion in her. 😭 Her letter to Sora was so fucking sad I am heartbroken how she becomes more alienated from her friends as time goes on. She went from sending the letter as a waypoint in KH2, like "please come back, here I am" to "you know where I am, but I'm still here talking to myself anyway." I. 👏 NEED. 👏 CLOSURE. 👏 Preferably for Kairi with both Sora and Riku, but they'll probably do just Sora but I dunno I don't want to get my hopes up or down. I just... I dunno, even if things aren't necessarily the same with all of them, I'd just like there to be something affirming where they stand because like even though the care they have for each other is obviously there, you can see it with all three of them in KH1 and KH2 (drives me up the walls bonkers when Riku shielded her with his body and Sora caught her when they were flashbanged), it's also like that feeling of a dwindling group chat kind of scenario. "That's right, no more waiting for you to come back from your adventures..." Props to VA that line was delivered so laden with hollowness. I hold Kairi in hands. Devastated.

THE FOCUS ON SAVING ROXAS HAS ME EXCITED. THAT IS ALL. I WAS YELLING AT SCREEN FOR FOREVER LIKE "USE A REPLICA" and then Riku finally was like "🤔✨...Replica?" And I went and mentally hoisted him onto my shoulders for a little "hip hip hooray" because the dots are connecting with the characters, fellas. I might see at least one of my peoples, soon.

Riku's VA just sounds like he's given up for this game and it's killing me, lol. Voice direction just hasn't been in his favor so far.

Mickey Mouse and Riku bonding time in hell. Riku's like "wow, mouse dad, I feel less riddled with self doubt these days. It's pretty nice to feel like a go-getter, haha, wonder why tho?" And Mickey Mouse is like... "Well... 🏳️‍🌈...! :D" Riku goes: "🤔... 🏳️‍🌈👍." strength to protect what matters And then that's that. Back to reconnaissance mission for lost veteran. Cinematic perfection.

Sora is still a certified Disney princess, if anyone's curious. He got his dance number in for this game, and he had birds gently circle around him and land on his finger.

Marluxia: "Ah yes, we finally reunite." Sora: "who"

I still can't tell if anyone has debriefed Sora, Donald, and Goofy about what happened in Castle Oblivion yet in any way. I'm wondering why they're (writers) playing that particular plot line so close to their chest.

Adorable how well Sora and Rapunzel got along. While Sora is a friend to all and shit it's really sweet seeing how he still seems to have bonds where he personally clicks with some characters more than others. And all for good reasons- like matching with his traits. I imagine him, Rapunzel, Ariel, and Hercules get brunch at the Bistro now, and no one can take this from me. Also Hercules is such a Sora hypeman, cheering him on even when he's getting crushed by a building. He passes the vibe check 100%.

I manifested my gag attack concept from my BBS post halfway into being and I'm so happy about it, lol. Thank you Hercules from hit movie Hercules for swinging Sora around in a circle like a broadsword in your special attack. I think more people should use him as a broadsword for enrichment reasons.

THEY CUT OUT THE SNUGGLY DUCKLING FROM TANGLED. SO MUCH POTENTIAL HAS BEEN LOST FROM CANON. I WILL NEVER RECOVER.

"how do I get power of waking when it didn't work the normal way Hercules," "idk Sora maybe you've got to be in love like I am," "well shit. guess I should get me some of that love superpower. Oh btw how come happily married Mickey Mouse and my best friend Riku are the only dudes that have the power of waking I'm confused," "...idk Sora" "okay, bye herc" (can you see my sleep deprivation leaking yet, I'm connecting the dots though, I promise, trust my methods 🤣)

IT TOOK ME 7 TRIES TO CRACK A FUCKING EGG. Remy Ratatouille looks at me like a disappointed father

Weaponized amusement park ride powers are so badass actually. I love the teacups and wish I could inflict them on my enemies, too.

Sora now has GUN. "Shooting" Star, indeed.

Sora and Rapunzel splashing in da water. 💦🥰 So cute.

WHY DID THEY PUT THEIR WHOLE ASS INTO THE FAKE VIDEO GAME TRAILER IT LOOKED SO SICK. I was so confused though I saw the dude and was like... Riku?? Wtf you're HD, my guy! Wait, you've got heterochromia and are chasing after a girl, mistook you for someone else, my bad.

There is a dog on my gummi ship roof and he will stay there until I finish the game.

Twilight Town is gorgeous and I now know the answer for "if I could pick a video game place to live" that's not just Stardew or Pokemon or something.

"I can't computer so... do that." Me too, Sora. Helping him learn his phone by having him take a ton of pictures, though. I'd like to imagine he sends them to his buddies or is excited to show them later or something. That would be so <3

The Kingdom Hearts social media posts are so funny to me for some reason btw. You get surreal shit like Riku pain-posting "I wonder if I'm the reason Ansem looks the way he does :/" and. The sideway frown just sent me. No, I can't explain why. Just comedy gold. "Mfw when possession :/" "sometimes I think about when my friend was in a coma for a year :/" "y'know I wonder what my family felt when my home was overcome with darkness because of me. Did it hurt? Were they afraid? Well they're back now but I wonder that sometimes. :/"

Maleficent is me trying to track down Luxu and shake him for answers. I don't even care if it's bad she finds it, I need to know what's in the damn box.

Buzz Lightyear going "this plot sounds ridiculous and absurd. Of course you're acting like this is normal, pitiful JRPG character." Sora: ":'D"

GET IN THE ROBOT, SORA.

#kingdom hearts 3 first playthrough #kingdom hearts #kh3 #kh sora #sora

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lady-charinette · 2 years

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Chapter 4 of "Practice makes perfect" Spy x Family

There was something Twilight noticed that could potentially endanger Operation Strix.

At first, it had been a minor thing, nothing of significant importance, but ever since the incident with Yuri, it started happening more frequently.

Yor couldn’t look him in the eye for more than a few seconds.

Unless they were talking about Anya and school.

Still, it made for some potentially high risk situations.

After all, who would believe them to be married for a year when they can’t even hold eye contact for longer than a few seconds?

He would have to talk to Yor.

It was still early in the morning, so Loid made his way to the bathroom where he knew Yor was brushing her teeth. Anya didn’t seem to be awake yet when he found Yor alone in front of the sink.

“Yor.”

Yor startled, glancing back at Loid briefly, her hair kept out of her face by a fluffy red headband. “Yes?”

Loid leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed and gaze serious. “Why are you avoiding looking at me?”

Yor spat out the toothpaste in her mouth, splashes hitting the once pristine mirror and sliding down its smooth surface. Apologies tumbled from her mouth as the secret assassin hastily tried cleaning the mirror, silently hoping it might just distract her husband from his question.

It didn’t.

Loid cleared his throat. “Well?”

Yor sighed, running a dry paper towel down the now clean mirror again for good measure before she rinsed her mouth. “I um…I-I don’t know what you mean!”

Loid noticed the position of her feet and the way Yor’s hips twisted, all pointing in the direction of the door.

An escape.

Loid quickly slammed his foot on the other end of the doorway, blocking the only exist with his whole body. He felt the air rush past him as Yor now stood very close to him, obviously not having anticipated her escape route to be so swiftly blocked.

When their eyes met, Yor jumped and averted her gaze. “Ah- sorry! Where did I put-“

Before Yor could attempt another distraction, Loid asked softly. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but would you please tell me if I make you uncomfortable, Yor? It would be easier for me to decide how to conduct myself around you in public without seeming suspicious but also respecting your space.”

At his words, Yor finally looked him directly in the eyes.

And held his gaze.

Twilight didn’t know if it was because of the bright bathroom lights, the early morning sun peeking lazily in through the half-opened blinds or the remnants of sleep in his eyes, but Yor suddenly seemed to glow. Her eyes sparkled like stars in the dark nights following a bombing, the soft redness on her cheeks only accentuating the ruby red of her eyes.

‘Huh? What am I thinking?’ this wasn’t the time nor place to have such thoughts. Perhaps Twilight was more sleep deprived and stressed than he thought.

His attention focused back on Yor when she bit her lip, her eyes fluttering but remaining on him. “You…are doing it again, Loid.” Was her face redder than before?

Loid blinked, “What?” Had he said something during his internal monologue? He didn’t remember speaking.

Yor briefly looked down at her feet before she returned her gaze back to his. “Y-You…you keep giving me that look…”

Loid blinked rapidly.

A look?

If only the mirror were in front of him, Loid could check what sort of expression he had on his face now that caused Yor to become so uncomfortable with him.

Did he look too stern? Upset? Unsettling?

Handler used to tease him of being a ‘cold, sharp eyed guy’ back in his rookie days, but Twilight had practiced his facial expressions in front of a mirror every day since. He knew what expression to make to gain the upper hand in a situation. He knew what expression to make to disarm people, so how did he look like for Yor to react like this?

“A…look? What…what kind of look, Yor?”

She bit her lip again, an action that inexplicably seemed to draw Twilight’s attention, before she hesitantly replied. “It’s…it’s very intense, Loid.”

She swallowed, another inexplainable action that caught Twilight’s attention, before he focused on her words.

Intense?

Well, he supposed all his years as a spy did shape and require a person of certain intense character, but Twilight wasn’t so sure if he could be described as intense all the same.

“I…I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Yor. It wasn’t my intention.” He relaxed his stance against the doorframe, no longer blocking the exit with his body and towering over her. “I didn’t realize…I thought you might have avoided my gaze for different reasons.”

Was all there was to it? Was Yor shy? Was his gaze simply too intense?

Loid turned towards the door to allow Yor privacy to finish her morning routine, but a hand firmly gripping his wrist stopped him in his tracks.

This time, it was Yor that had a very intense look about her.

Twilight had spent years with Sylvia as his handler, he knew how intense women could get. And Yor meant business.

Loid felt the faintest dampness beginning to build up on the back of his neck. “Yor?”

A determined expression caused the fire in her eyes to light up like a rising phoenix from its ashes. “You’re right Loid, we have to practice!”

…Practice?

At his befuddled silence, Yor helpfully supplied: “Practice holding eye contact!” her cheeks were tinged pink, not unlike after she would emerge from her shower.

Yor silently waited for Loid to speak, her mind racing with newfound worries. ‘If people notice me being too embarrassed to look Loid in the eyes, we’ll be figured out and reported to the secret police! I can’t allow that to happen!’

“Um…yes, of course. When would you like to start, Yor?” Loid offered an easygoing smile, but it wavered when Yor suddenly leaned in close to him, her eyes never leaving his.

“Right now.”

Loid swallowed thickly.

The next morning at Berlint City Hall:

Sharon sipped her black coffee, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear just as Yor entered the break room with a boisterous: “Good morning, ladies!”

Almost immediately, all the women shared knowing glances with each-other before Sharon revealed her thoughts on Yor’s mood. “Someone seems to be in a good mood, something good happen, Yor?”

Yor busied herself with making coffee for herself, smiling at Sharon. It wasn’t unusual for Yor to smile, but this time it nearly blinded Sharon from her leaning position against the window. “Ah, it’s just – I spent a nice evening with my family. We went for a family outing and um, Loid and I went on a date yesterday.”

Yor had been so excited to try out their newfound eye contact record that she asked Loid if it was alright having their monthly dates a bit earlier. He had agreed without objections, they’d spent a lovely evening eating at a nice restaurant, maintaining good eye contact judging from people’s reactions around them and a long walk through the park.

Millie’s smirk resembled that of a Cheshire cat. “Oh? Did the two of you have a lovely evening together?”

Camilla, who had bit her tongue to wait for the right moment to tease Yor, finally spoke. “Oh my, Yor! I didn’t peg you for that type of person! It’s the same with my boyfriend and I! I just get too shy to look him in the eye after all the things we did the night before!” the pretty blush on her face could’ve fooled Yor into believing she was running a high fever were it not for the salacious look in her eyes.

Yor was oblivious to the woman’s double meaning. ”Oh, yes, I think I know what you mean. Last night was really intense, Loid insisted we continue and I guess I got swept up in it too. It was pretty late when we were done.” It had been funny actually.

Loid had praised Yor for overcoming her shyness to the point they managed to impress other patrons in the restaurant of how smitten they looked at each-other. He had asked if they could continue practicing for a while longer after coming home, his enthusiasm had infected Yor and they had stayed up late as a result of that.

Sharon’s cigarette almost fell from her slack grip. “B-But where was your daughter?”

The silence in the break room of Berlint City Hall was deafening until Yor opened her mouth to respond. “Oh? Anya was sleeping of course, but we were quiet to not disturb her sleep.” Of course, holding prolonged eye contact didn’t require much talking, but Yor and Loid had tried emulating situations of every day life and holding steady eye contact while conversing over the mundane to the more complex things in life, such as the exact filleting technique of a fish being eerily similar to that of skinning a person. Not that either Loid nor Yor had any practical experience in that, of course. That knowledge had been gained through “extensive theoretical research.”

Camilla seemed to regurgitate her coffee. “Wow, who knew they had such an active sex life.” She rubbed her forehead in distress.

Sharon adjusted her glasses, her fingers sweaty at the assault of images her mind conjured up of her innocent, pure co-worker engaging in such depraved acts with her daughter in the same house. ”You know what they say, it’s always the quiet ones…”

Millie blinked rapidly, taking a sip from her coffee. “Wow, I envy her.”

Yor hummed happily, completely oblivious to the distress her coworkers found themselves in.

For some reason, her coffee that morning tasted much better. She idly wondered if the image of Loid’s warm blue eyes engraved in her mind chased the bitterness away.

Thanks for reading!

#spy x family #sxf #yor forger #yor briar #loid forger #agent twilight #practice makes perfect fic #sxf fic #spy x family fanfic #twiyor #loiyor #loidyor #my fic #my fics

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francisforever2014 · 3 months

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anyways i just finished reading the bombing + rescue in mockingjay :(

top things to kys to:

prim going back for the catttttt :(((((( me when she’s just a little kid and she’s so caring and young and somehow so innocent yet wise at the same time :((((

+her being the one to tell katniss what snow is doing to her with peeta and katniss lamenting about not watching over her as much as she used to :(

katniss + finnick :( ough the bonding . ough them talking about being broken by being taunted by those they love :( how they both wished their loved were dead instead of suffering through this limbo

katniss and haymitch you don’t get ITTTTTT the way that after she realizes that she can’t be the mockjay anymore bc it reflects back in peeta and breaks down the only one she wants to comfort her is haymitch bc he’s the only one who loves peeta too AUGGGH

+ finnicks story . and how katniss asks haymitch if that happened to him and he says no bc when he got back from the games his whole family and girlfriend were dead to punish him for the forcefield . kms . haymitch saying they had nothing to hold over him after that and katniss saying until her and peeta came along ……

and worst of all . when they get back from rescuing the tributes and katniss’ internal monologue is so hopeful and happy . her wondering what it will be like to see peeta again and hoping he’ll kiss her and that it will feel like it did in the quell (of i thought i was something of an expert in hunger but this is an entirely new kind FAME) and how she runs towards him and he towards her and she thinks he’s gonna cup her face . and then . well :(

#anyways mockingjay book supremacy the movie is soooooo ass compared to this sorry #marvel movie ass plot . give me 200 pages of katniss being broken and barely holding it together #and having mentally unstable stamped on her wristband and wishing that she killed peeta before he got captured … sicko voice YESSS

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whynotimtired · 2 years

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You remember the first day that we met? It was the first day of kindergarten. I had nobody. I had no friends. And I felt- so alone, and so scared- and I saw you on the swings, and you were alone too. Just swinging by yourself. So I walked up to you- and I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. You said yes. You said yes. It was the best thing I've ever done.

I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods, you were wearing that yellow Benny's burgers t-shirt that was so big it almost swallowed you whole. I knew, right then and there, that I loved you. And I've loved you every day since.

WOOF. I know we've basically run through all possible analysis' for mike's st4 monologue but I'm gonna do this anyway cause I feel that we as a society don't talk about his st2 monologue NEARLY enough.

Clearly CLEARLY the scenes parallel each other. I want to talk about how they contrast.

The music. The music MADE the st4 monologue and we all know it, it would not have held up on its own and even with it it still managed to fall flat. The st2 monologue has no music, none at all. It's a speech after 2 other speeches. Complete silence the ENTIRE TIME. And it doesn't fall flat, its the climax for the scene. It's the reason Will breaks through the mindflayers hold and tells the party what to do and THEY WIN. The st4 monologue falls flat BECAUSE THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO LOSE. It doesn't help El break out of anything, in fact, the vines actually TIGHTEN around her. She does that herself. Max's vines loosened enough for her to break out when she thought about all the people who she loves.

So WHY wouldn't this speech work for El? She doesn't believe him. She already wanted to break up. She was done. A love confession from her boyfriend of 2 years after literally fighting about how he can't say I love you AND SHE DOESNT BELIEVE IT. And she SHOULDNT. Because all that flowery crap was just so she would keep fucking fighting. He didn't want her to literally die so he finally said I love you, hurrah. Not to mention her brother had to TELL HIM TO DO IT.

The st2 monologue had mike and will looking into each other's eyes the entire time (seeing eye to eye), with El, he can only confess his love if she's literally not in the room, or she's not looking at him. BOTH in the heat of the moment under extreme pressure.

The descriptors, for st2 mike laid out this perfect picture of how he was feeling that day, and where will was and what he did and how will responded to to him. In st4 he talked about her shirt. And then said that he loved her that day. It's simply not true and they both know it.

In conclusion, the st4 monologue is not a win for mike/el cause it's a literal loss. For everyone. El is still not talking to Mike after, and Mike was just saying shit he thought would work. (Hence the similar structure to the speech to will where it actually did work)

#you are a WRITER mike. get it together #kfnddn and st2 was so beautiful and moving & when he actually has to think before he speaks hes like uhhh the day we met ur shirt was huge #i love you i love you i love you i swear i do #see i can say it out loud now!!! FIGHT!! YOU HAVE TO FIGHT!!! I LOVE YOU!! IM SAYING IT SO PLEASE FIGHT!!!#like.#girl.#mike wheeler #stranger things #byler #byeler #mike wheeler is gay #el hopper #will byers #st4 analysis #st analysis #the way that the duffers praised finn on this specific monologue saying that its hard hitting stuff theyve never had him do before #its not just a fucking love confession monologue #because theyve SEEN HIM do that monologue in st2.#in theory. if they had the same emotion behind it these monologues could be copy pasted. but they arent. it falls flat bc its SUPPOSED TO #ITS NOT HARD HITTING IF ITS SOMETHING THEY KNOW HE CAN DO #they needed him to get just the right delivery and emotion into it that it wouldnt COMPLETELY fall flat.#so they could skate past with most ppl thinking it was real while ppl who look deeper can FEEL it #and the actual way that people came from that speech with 'damn he's really not that good of an actor' is like-#THEY WOULDNT PRAISE HIM FOR SOMETHING THAT THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE THINK IS BAD ACTING IF THERE WASNT A REASON FOR THE PRAISE #CAUSE FINNS NOT THE BAD ACTOR. MIKE IS.#also WILL thought a speech from mike would help el cause it helped HIM.#and shes dating him so she definitely has to love him at least as much as i do right?

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insertcurrentintresthere · 1 year

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So I accidentally deleted my account so I’m reposting this :)

Why Mischa Bachinnski is such a tragic character

He has nothing to be brought back to life for

I was thinking about how Mischa didn’t even want to be in the choir in the first place. He just had to be there as a punishment. He ended up dying because he stole some wine for his cousin, as a gift. (One of) The songs mischa sings is all about how he wants to be brought back to like for talia. And talia, most likely, doesn’t actually exist. Even if she does, it’ll probably take a really long time before Mischa actually has enough money to go visit her. Mischa’s life also seemed like it sucked in general, he was neglected by his adoptive parents, had to leave his home and mother that he loved And most likely didn’t enjoy school. If you think about it, Mischa basically has nothing, at this point, to want to be brought back for. His afterlife is already much happier than his actual life because he has this group of friends, the choir, that act as his family.

He was poor before he came to Canada

The first solo song Mischa performs called “this song is awesome” is a rap about how great his life is and that he's a baller ect, ect. The thing is, everything he raps about are just normal things for a middle class family to have.

For example: “THE PLAYSTATION'S UP ON MY 60-INCH SCREEN”

A 60” screen is a pretty average size for a tv

“SPARKLING ALL OVER MY STAINLESS STEEL APPLIANCES”

In this day in age, many people own Stainless steel appliances

“CRUISE INTO THE LOT OF THE HARD ROCK CAFE”

The Hard Rock Cafe definitely isn’t usually a place for rich people or fit Mischa’s new-money rapper vibe.

“I'M ROLLING IN MY CIVVIE” (civvie being a Honda Civic)

Honda civics are not very expensive cars.

Mischa talks about all this stuff like it’s bougie and expensive, when in reality, they’re just normal things that most people own. When he was living in the Ukraine, Mischa’s family probably didn’t have much money, considering his whole family was just him and his mother, and his mom was a custodian, a job that doesn’t often make much money. When Mischa moved to Canada, he saw all this stuff that he never had at home before and assumed it was really nice stuff.

His home life

When Mischa was about 16 (assumedly) he had to be sent to Canada because his mother was dying. He was already going through a lot because of this, and the fact that he probably had no way of contacting his mother. So he doesn't even know if she's currently dead or not. When he arrived at his new home, his new parents forced him into the basement, not to come out unless his mother would start sobbing. Of course, his parents might be going through some problems of their own, but they treat Mischa like he’s some sort of monster, like he's the source of all of their problems. Mischa states before performing “this song is awesome” that he was saving up to move back to ukraine. Now, I can only assume that Misha's parents don't give him any money. Evident by the fact that, as karnak says “whenever his mother saw him, she would weep” and that he had to steal communion wine, instead of buying it, for his cousin.

How he’s changed since moving

Now, you might be thinking “you don't know what mischa was like before he moved” but on the contrary, there is some evidence towards it. Because Mischa was so mistreated by his parents, Mischa gets so flooded with anger and disdain for the world. Even though mischa does say that the only feelings ukrainian men have are “rage and passion” my first thought after rewatching mischas intro was, he wasn't always like this. Karnak clearly states that he becomes known as the angriest boy in town after he turns to “self aggrandizing hip-hop”. Throughout the show, mostly in Talia, we can see Mischa start to act a little more passionately and less angry. For example, before he performs Talia, he has a monologue about his fiance, in one part of said monologue he says “let rivers run wild, or let them be damned”. Mischa is a poet, in the right scenario, he is. Mischa is so passionate about Talia, that even without exact proof that she actually exists, he is willing to save up all his money to go be with her.

Sorry for the big blocks of text, this is incredibly ranty

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone mischa #mischa bachinski #rtc mischa

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cielomist · 1 year

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This is very much not april fools related i genuinely want to hear your thoughts /srs but i am begging you can i Pls have a full ass rant abt all your vexen thoughts im backreading through propaganda and youre making me go OUGH - @fuckable-kh-men-battle

HOUGH

i want to preface this by saying i am not super articulate, i am very much a person that just rotates characters in my head at high speeds and doesn't form super coherent thoughts, but by god i know i have a lot of vexen thoughts its just gonna take some time to put them into like, understandable words

under a cut bc im sure its gonna get long. also im sorry that this is so incredibly disorganized.

OK SO

i have loved vexen. ever since i was a kid. i never even played com i just saw him in the kh2 journal and was like "THAT ONE"

(i was also deep in the like… 2009-era deviantart kh fandom, but… 😬)

but getting into the deeper stuff, vexen has this fun little dichotomy of somehow being incredibly cringefail but also EXTREMELY accomplished. he brags about how smart he is, he giggles to himself about it in the castle in days, and it comes across as this pathetic little man just being full of himself, but he also can like, legitimately back it up? he just MADE another riku. he MADE xion, and xion is absolutely extraordinary because she was not supposed to develop as her own person, but he was just so damn good at making just real ass PEOPLE that xion became her own person with her own thoughts and feelings and dreams

one of my favourite scenes is this one. first of all i live for all interactions between vexen/even and zexion/ienzo because GOD. i'm fucking obsessed with dad!even as a concept and i love thinking of the dynamics between ienzo and all his dads and i need to stop myself here or i'm gonna go off on a whole other tangent about ienzo specifically and how fucked his entire life was--

anyway that scene is one of my favs because i just love vexen running through the castle, yelling for his son, because his boss is actively avoiding him. i just assume this is how it always is with him.

also it's been pointed out that vexen, when talking with zexion, will often bend so he's eye level with him and i love that. i adore that.

also speaking of vexen/even and zexion/ienzo, THIS

god sorry i just read ienzo's character file and he mentioned even would scold atw for buying ienzo so much ice cream and i love that mental image. atw is literally king of radiant garden and even's bitching him out for spoiling his 8-year-old

and god VEXEN'S CHARACTER FILE... "I had lost sight of why I wanted to be clever in the first place. I wanted to be clever because I wanted to be helpful to someone." HHHHHHHH even became a scientist in the first place because he waanted to HELP PEOPLE and he got in this spiral of "i need to be smart to help people" and he worked HARD to become smarter and eventually dropped the "to help people" presumably because of xehanort and then when he was recompleted the first time he REMEMBERED WHY he wanted to do all the things he wanted to do in the first place, and in order to help people he gave up his heart, his humanity, what the original organization had been WORKING TOWARDS THE WHOLE TIME and i just. ough.

also in birth by sleep even talks to ven for like, two minutes maximum and from that is able to just deduce that ven's heart is not only completely devoid of darkness, but also that any darkness he DID have was forcibly removed. i don't know where to fit this tidbit in but i think about it a lot.

i mentioned in one of my propaganda asks a post that theorized about vexen's shield, and while i still can't find that post i did remember a fic i read based of of it

i somehow don't have coherent thoughts on his redemption arc in kh3. i get distracted by how pretty he looks when he says he wants to atone i think. but his little monologue when he's trying to convince demyx to help him out... ough. i am personally of the opinion that even was the apprentice with an actual like, medical phd. i think all of the apprentices specialized in different things, and i don't really have a solidified idea for anyone else (though dilan is shown to like flowers in his character file, though i think that gardening is a hobby for him rather than his professional field) but that's my Even's Professional Career headcanon. he absolutely has the entire ICD manual memorized. and rememorizes it every time it updates.

i also think post-kh3 when he was re-humaned he just straight up euthanized himself to be recompleted. he didn't want to wait to regrow a heart and it beat the hell out of immolation, axel

anyway i really wish people wouldn't reduce vexen/even to just being a creepy weirdo; he has SO MUCH to him, but ultimately i think people overlook him because he's not an anime prettyboy and i and the other vexenfuckers are stronger and smarter and sexier than everyone else

for now that's all i've got. if i think of more things i will rb with more vexen thoughts. thank u for your patience as i go insane writing this. <3

(fun fact! when i was in middle school (maybe high school?) i set his japanese laugh as my alarm and to this day i remember it bleeding into one of my dreams via a man in a parking lot laughing at me until i woke up and realized it was my alarm going off for school)

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🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 10

Amaya POV

I walk with the gun pointed in front of me.

The only light is the red emergency neon that giving the corridors a sinister air.

Here below the screams from the upper floors are barely audible.

Sharon walks beside me, the gun ready for use.

All around us only rubble and smoke.

“The prisons are one floor below.The elevators are all gone, we will have to go up the stairs hoping they have withstood the explosions” Sharon informs me.

Her information is short and concise.

Her sense of duty is greater than any other feeling at the moment.

If I had been in her place, I don't know if I could have been so professional.

Collaborating with the woman who not even 48 hours before stole your man requires a great deal of willpower.

"Great" I sigh.

We continue our descent, check every room to make sure they are all safe.

"And I thought you were just Fury's boring and faithful secretary"

I turn to Sharon lifting a corner of my lips.

She continues with her monologue.

"And instead you are a killer, one of the best.Isn't that true Agent Zero?" she asks me.

I check around the corner and see that the passage is free.

"I see you've done your homework Agent Carter"

"The enemy must be studied"

"I'm not the enemy Sharon"

She looks at me with a skeptical expression.

I roll my eyes.

I know it is not the most suitable time but I am sure that such an opportunity will never happen to me again.

I grab her by the arm and stop her, check the room on my right and once I'm sure it's safe I enter dragging her with me.

"Listen to me Sharon, I know this is not the time and maybe it never will be but I wanted to apologize to you" I tell her in one breath.

“I never meant to take James away from you.I was wrong I know but I want you to know that I tried…I really tried to stay away from him.I tried with all of myself”

Sharon continues to remain silent and I take the opportunity to tell her everything that is wearing out my soul.

“I know you will think that I am doing all this to wash my conscience but I assure you that it is not.I have always respected you as a woman.As an agent.I respect your family.Your family is the reason why today I am a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, your family have always been a role model for my parents and for me.I'm sorry.I'm sorry I hurt you in the worst way a woman could be hurt.I hate myself for it but...but I love James.I really love him more than anything else.And I know you still love him too…and I…I don't…”

I run a hand through my hair trying to collect my thoughts.

“I'm sorry Sharon.I know that with my apologies you will wipe your ass off”

I see her giggle a little but as soon as she becomes aware of her peat immediately serious, her hazel gaze hard and sharp.

“I'm not asking for your forgiveness because I know I don't deserve it but I'm asking you to forgive James.Even if you feel hurt and don't believe him, know that you are one of the most important people in his life.You have always been there for him.And even if he doesn't say it so as not to hurt me, I know that he is suffering a lot from the whole situation.God!If he knew what I'm telling you...but it doesn't matter!I am convinced that you must know.He is bad without you.Please, please talk to him”

Sharon's eyes moisten.

I continue undeterred, the minutes are numbered and I have to tell her everything I think.

“If I could go back I would change a lot of things…but I can't…” I sigh wearily

“I just want him to be happy and I feel like shit telling you but he wasn't happy with you.He was suffering.He suffered and no one noticed.You have never noticed"

The woman in front of me looks at me with an unreadable expression on her face, wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and heads for the door.

"We have to go" are the only words that come out of her lips.

I sigh in resignation and return to focus on the mission.

I tried.

I hope someday she and Bucky can clear up.

We leave the semi-destroyed room and set out again along the dark and dusty corridors.

An imperceptible noise draws my attention by putting all my senses on alert.

I reach out my arm in front of Sharon, stopping her path, she looks at me with a questioning look.

I signal her to be quiet and pointing to my ear, I suggest at her to listen carefully.

We remain motionless for about 20 seconds, carefully scrutinizing everything around us.

That noise again.

It sounds like a moan and seems to come from the room to our left.

I nod to Sharon and walk over to her.

"I go forward.Cover my shoulders.And whatever happens go away, don't wait for me” I whisper barely audibly.

She looks at me with a strange expression that I cannot decipher.

She nods and positions herself behind me.

Ironic.

I am trusting her to the point of putting my life in her hands when she would have every right to put a bullet in my head and leave my corpse in this rubble.

Once we approach the entrance to the room where the faint lament seems to come from, we exchange a glance, the first to enter is me.

The room is half destroyed, there is rubble everywhere and half of the ceiling has collapsed.

A little movement catches my attention.

A hand appears from under the rubble of the collapsed ceiling and that faint lament repeats itself.

“Sharon run!I need you!" I yell at the woman who stayed at the door to make sure no one came.

Sharon rushes to me on her knees like I just did.

I grab the hand that comes out of that debris and squeeze it.

My squeeze is reciprocated.

"Take courage we will free you immediately" I say trying to instill some courage in this poor unfortunate.

Let's start digging with our hands, as fast as we can.

In the meantime, I activate my earpiece and try to communicate with my team.

“Steve can you hear me?Sam?James?Can you hear me?"

No reply.

Just a buzz.

"We are too low, there is no coverage here.If I'm not mistaken we should be two floors below ground” Sharon tells me with shortness of breath as she continues to move large chunks of the ceiling.

"Damn!" I swear.

I manage to take off the biggest piece and two big dark eyes that I know so well are staring at me.

"Amaya" she whispers and soon after she starts coughing.

Sharon and I look into each other's eyes and get back to work faster than before.

“Hold on Maria.Hold on" I whisper with my heart beating madly.

Maria Hill is the first friend I've ever had.

She is the only person besides Fury who knows my true identity.

And what seemed to be a simple working relationship over the years has grown into a solid friendship.

We had talked on the phone a few hours earlier.

And now she was buried alive struggling to stay conscious.

“Maria stay with me, ok?Breath slowly.We're almost there, a little longer and you'll be free” I tell her looking into her eyes.

Her face is dirty and full of dust.

There is a cut on her forehead where her blood has already congealed.

"I'm fine Amaya.Don't worry”

Her upper body is free.

Now only a large sheet of metal blocks her legs.

"Can you move your legs Maria?" Sharon asks about her, running a hand over her forehead to wipe away the sweat.

“No, I can't but they hurt so I don't think I have any injuries.I'm just stuck”

When she replies, I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding.

Sharon looks me in the eyes and points her instructions.

“I grab from this side and you stand in front of me.I will count to three and at my three we lift with all the strength we have”

I nod.

"Ok...one, two...three"

On three of her we both leverage our legs and try to lift the heavy metal.

A strangled sound due to the effort comes out of my throat.

The plate lifts about two inches."Maria tries to free you" Sharon murmurs, gritting her teeth with the effort.

Maria, helping herself with her arms, slips her from under the trap.

At the same time, Sharon and I let go of the metal plate that falls to the ground with a deafening noise.

I immediately rush to my friend.

"How are you?Do you think you have something broken?" I ask her.

Maria coughs again and tries to answer me.

"I think...I think..." but she stops because another coughing fit is shaking her.

I look at her in alarm.

When she calms down she tries to speak again.

"No, nothing broken but I'm hurt"

So she saying she lifts her jacket and beneath her a large red stain covers her once immaculate blouse.

I grab the garment and lift it, a fragment of glass protrudes from her side.

Ok, don't panic.

I have to think fast.

But Maria's voice interrupts my thoughts.

“What are you two doing down here?I mean you two together”

I roll my eyes.

She is always the same.

I don't answer her but Sharon does it for me.

“We have to find the Wakandian.Why were you here instead?" Carter asks as she looks carefully at Hill's wound.

“I went down with Rumlow and his men.I stopped at an office to sign documents, and at the first explosion I went back to help the agents go upstairs.

While I was inspecting the last room, the roof collapsed on me"

"You'll be fine Maria.We have faced worse.Do you remember Caracas?" I ask, lifting a corner of my lips.

“Oh Christ.We just survived that mission”

We laugh together.

Then I turn to Sharon.

"Take her upstairs.She needs medical attention immediately” I tell her.

"I'm not leaving you alone" she replies back, looking straight into my eyes.

“And I'm not going to let you kill one of my best friends.You take her upstairs.I have to get to the prisons.I will not be alone, surely there will be Rumlow and other agents under there”

I will not accept any reply to my words.

I stand up dragging Maria with me.

Sharon approaches the two of us and puts an arm around Maria's waist.

She entrusts it to her completely.

"Go" I order.

They both look at me worried.

“I can take care of myself.Go” I insist urgently.

The two women walk slowly and limping towards the door.

"Sharon?" I call her but then I freeze.

What the hell was I going to do?

Was I really going to tell her to relay a message to Bucky?

I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head.

"Be careful" I just tell her.

She looks at me and her words take me completely off guard.

"Don't worry, I'll tell James you're okay and safe"

I look at her with disbelief.

Maria's eyes go back and forth between me and Sharon, her lips curved into a sly smile.

She seems amused by the whole situation.

"Thank you" I murmur about her turning my back and resuming my descent towards the prisons.

I begin to descend the last ladder that will take me to my final destination.

I hit something with my foot and at first I don't understand what it is...then thanks to the red emergency neon lights that flash non-stop I see that it is a corpse.

I observe the weapons he holds in his hands and the black uniform he wears.

He is a member of Rumlow's team.

And he has a bullet in his forehead.

I tighten my grip on my gun and remove the safety.

This is the proof that there are not just friends down there.

I continue slowly, all senses alert.

There is nothing left in my head.

No worries.

In this moment, I am the glacial Agent Zero again.

I continue up the stairs, meeting another dozen corpses on my way.

I arrive in a long corridor, mostly destroyed by the explosions.

I look around.

The cells on my sides are all empty.

On the long floor there are other corpses but this time I don't recognize them.

They wear camouflage and red balaclavas.

They are all dead.

My heart beats furiously in my ears.

Voices come from the last cell on the left.

I sneak up to it.

When I reach the bars of the last cell I barely reach out and what I see makes no sense.

Rumlow is sitting on the floor.

He is clearly wounded in the arm, a large makeshift bandage wraps the injured part.

Standing in front of him is Lucas.

Lucas Scott.

He has his hands turned upwards, as if he were giving up.

From here I can see the strong and firm profile of his jaw.

His blonde hair is covered in dust and blood.

He is more handsome than I remembered.

I watch him carefully and he seems unharmed.

I just need to look a few meters in front of him to see a man, in fact he is just a boy.

He has dark skin and long hair braided behind his neck.

And he's pointing a gun at Lucas.

I have to intervene.

I take two steps, just crawling my feet in order to attract the attention of the Wakandian.

As soon as his gaze lands on me he immediately points the gun at me.

“Don't shoot.Don't shoot.I'm not here to hurt you” I tell him showing him my hands and slowly, very slowly I put my weapon on the floor.

Lucas looks at me with wide eyes.

I approach Rumlow with my hands up.

I kneel beside him and grabbing his wrist I check his pulse.

I sigh of relief.

He is still alive.

His dark eyes slowly open.

"Snow" he croaks at me in a hoarse voice.

"Quiet Brock I'll get you out of here" I whisper.

Only now that I'm close can I see the big gash he has on his thigh.

A belt tightens it to try to slow down the bleeding.

When I'm about to get up he grabs me by the arm.

“I have lost all my men.Everyone…” his words die in his throat.

His red, bloodshot eyes fill with tears.

He may be a jerk but he has always been a good Captain and the loss of his men is always something devastating.

I squeeze his hand which is still resting on my arm.

"It's not your fault" I try to reassure him.

"Now stay down and hold on" I get up and go beside Lucas.

We exchange a quick glance, it's the first time we've seen each other since that night.

Let us turn our attention to the young man in front of us.

His eyes seem haunted, the gun continues to be aimed at us.

"Stay calm.We can help you” I tell him softly.

He laughs, a scary laugh.

He almost seems to be demon-possessed.

“But you already have.Bringing me here.Thanks to your stupidity you have led me where I needed it”

I turn to Lucas without understanding what the boy is saying.

The look of the blonde next to me is as confused as mine.

"What does it mean?" Lucas asks.

“It means that while you are wasting your time here with me other men have managed to get hold of the Vibranium that you had seized from us again.And if we are lucky enough we will also be able to kill T’Challa today"

His eyes light up as if he were a child on Christmas Eve, waiting for his much-desired gifts.

"You still have time" I tell him trying to instill confidence in my words.

“We can really help you.Don't you have a family?Someone waiting for your at home?If you collaborate with us we could make you hug your family again”

A sad smile makes room on the face of the young Wakandian. "I had a family but you took it away from me"

"Us?" I ask disoriented.

“Lagos.My family was in Lagos to help our less fortunate brothers and the Avengers killed them.And what did our King do?Nothing!He was content with the Sokovia Accords.As if that were enough.As if the signatures of a couple of Avengers could ever be enough to erase the spilled blood”

The pain in his words is tangible.

“I can assure you I know what it's like to lose your family.I know how much it hurts and that seeking revenge seems like the best solution but it isn't!Believe me”

I feel Lucas eyes on me.

He knows what I'm talking about and he knows how hard it is for me to talk about it.

The Wakandian smiles in our direction.

“You will not win.Your world will fall apart as it should be.Only then will our revenge be accomplished” he raves about him and after sticking the barrel of the gun into his mouth he shoots himself.

"No!" I scream out loud.

But it's too late now.

The boy lies on the ground with his skull crushed.

"No!Fuck!" I exclaim angrily, running a hand through my hair.

Lucas approaches me.

“It's not your fault Amaya.You couldn't have stopped him.By now he had made the choice of him for some time” he whispers to me, touching my arm.

We remain for a few seconds to observe ourselves.

A whirlwind of emotions stir in my heart.

I would be lying if I said that I did not miss the man in front of me.

Talking to him was one of my favorite things, in the evening on the phone we wasted hours chatting.

With him I was always able to be myself, for better or for worse.

And he has always listened to me without ever judging me.

Instinctively I take a step closer and my arms are raised as if I wanted to hug him but suddenly a frightening noise takes us by surprise.

I crouch with my arms over my head, Lucas immediately lowers himself on me as if to shield me with his body.

We hear Rumlow cursing.

After a few moments we are hit by a cloud of dust.

We all cough convulsively.

I feel Lucas's arms tighten around my shoulders, his warm voice whispers in my ear "Are you okay Amaya?"

I nod my head against his chest, breathing in his sweet scent.

Honey and citrus fruits, sweat and blood.

When the last echo of the collapse dies out around us, we rise with caution.

Lucas moves away from me and without saying a word approaches Rumlow who, unable to move, was only able to crouch more against the wall and shield his head with his arms.

"Are you okay Brock?" he asks with concern.

"Never been better" Brock replies with his usual arrogant frown.

I roll my eyes.

Asshole.

When the dust in the air disperses, we can see the damage.

The ceiling in front of the cell door collapsed.

We're stuck in here.

Fantastic.

I try to contact my team.

I put a hand to my ear activating the earpiece.

“Guys can you hear me?We need help!Steve?Nat?We have a wounded man.Can you hear me?"

"They can't hear you from below" Rumlow murmurs in a faint voice.

"I know!" I sigh full of frustration starting to circle around the cell.

I feel the panic assault me.

Right now I regret not allowing James to follow me.

I need him now.

I sit cross-legged on the ground leaning my head against the wall.

With an involuntary gesture my hand tightens around his tags.

It's like they are my natural sedative, my lucky charm.

I smile silently with my eyes closed thinking about my panties that are currently in Bucky's pocket.

His lucky charm.

His madness is one of the reasons why I am madly in love with him.

I sigh, squeezing the tags even more tightly in my fingers.

I know how important they are to him, they remind him of who he was and who Sergeant Barnes is.

His meaningful gesture left me speechless.

When he slipped off his neck and gave me a sense of warmth he radiated into my heart.

"I'll come back to you, Sergeant" I murmur softly.

I feel a movement next to me, Lucas sat next to me.

He too leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.

I look at his profile.

His face is covered in dust, a cut crosses his cheek and another across his forehead.

I touch one wound first and then the other with the tips of my fingers.

"Are you okay Lucas?"

His big blue eyes like the California sky open pointing to mine, he grabs my hand that's still on his face and squeezes it, bringing it to his lips.

"Yes I'm fine"

With a nod of the head I indicate Rumlow.

He has his eyes closed, his face ashen but his chest rises and falls.

Barely.

"And how is he?"

"He has lost a lot of blood" he replies worried.

"I hope they find us as soon as possible"

"They will.I'm sure they are already coming”

I try to reassure him.

My fingers tighten even more around James's tags.

It is now a gesture that I make unconsciously.

Lucas notices this and smiles.

He knows too.

Obviously he knows.

We continue to hold hands each lost in our thoughts.

His thumb continues to caress the back of my hand with small circular movements and I unwittingly relax.

This was one of the reasons I was attracted to him.

Every word or gesture from him calmed me easily.

I turn back to him, slipping my hand out of him, my gesture seems to hurt him but he says nothing.

“Lucas what happened before I arrived.I saw Rumlow's men and who were those men with the red balaclavas?"

I see him sigh.

“We have no idea.Rumlow and I were talking about the Wakandan prisoner when the first explosion occurred and we were surrounded by these men immediately after.There was a very heavy firefight.Brock has lost all of his men.It was horrible but we made it" he stops and his gaze becomes vacant as if he were reliving the horror he had just experienced.

“When you arrived I was trying to get the boy to give up”

Rumlow just moans without opening his eyes.

"I hope the Avengers find us quickly" Lucas murmurs.

I smile thinking of Bucky and Nat giving orders yelling at anyone to move.

"They will come.You can count on this”

Let's remain silent for a few minutes.

"So...it was Sergeant Barnes, huh?"

I lift my legs and hug my knees to my chest.

I know what he is asking me.

He's asking me if I turned him down months ago because of him.

"Yeah" I whisper.

"It was him"

I look down guilty but Lucas crystalline laugh makes me look up quickly at him.

“Everything is fine Amaya.You don't have to feel guilty”

I feel compelled to give him an explanation.

He deserves it.

“Before I joined the Avengers I had a one night stand with James.I never saw him again after that night.But then…then with my arrival in the team everything changed.I tried to let him go but couldn't.He didn't let me"

A corner of my lips lifts up thinking about how despite we tried with all our strength to stay away from each other, in the end our love won just the same.

But my smile dissipates as I think about how many people we have hurt.

“I'm sorry I hurt you Lucas.I should have been honest with you right away”

He watches me silently.

"Right person at the wrong time, remember?"

Lucas uses the words I used for him that night many months ago.

"I still think so, you know?" he says.

We smile at each other.

Lucas is about to tell me something but my attention is captured by something else.

A very faint hum approaches the cell where we got stuck.

I just need to look up and Red Wing is in front of me.

A smile spreads across my face as I turn to Lucas.

“They found us.Hold on Rumlow!" I say addressing the man on the floor who in response barely raises a hand as if to say "Hey I'm here, I'm holding on"

I speak to Sam's precious toy, hoping that he has some sort of audio system.

“Guys if you can hear me we got stuck in the Wakandan's cell.Rumlow is badly injured.Agent Scott and I are fine.But hurry up I don't know how long this place will hold up, half the ceiling has already collapsed and the other half is really unstable"

Red Wing makes a small swinging movement and flies away.

I tightly squeeze the bars of the cell between my fingers.

I raise my face to the crumbling ceiling.

I hope they hurry.

Bucky POV

"Buck there is no one anymore.Now let's let the bomb squad do their job”

Steve is next to me talking to me but I can't pay attention.

My eyes are glued to the spot where Amaya disappeared almost an hour ago.

“Pal I know what you're thinking…you can't go down there.There are unsafe points and the building could collapse"

I look at him with eyes full of desperation.

His hand tightens on my shoulder.

"It will all be fine.Amaya is strong and smart.I'm sure she's fine”

“Captain Rogers we need you” A soldier approaches Steve.

"Go ahead buddy" I tell him continuing to stare into space around me.

I feel him linger with his gaze on my face.

I turn to him with a smile on my face.

"I promise I won't bullshit"

Steve laughs and shakes his head walks away.

I think of Amaya.

What happened to her?

I clench my fists.

I knew I should have gone with her.

Someone approaches me.

“I'm sure she's fine.Do not be afraid”

Of all the people in the world I would never have imagined that she would come to console me.

I turn my face to Sharon.

I observe her delicate features.

Her concern is like a slap in the face.

Despite everything I've done to her, she's here to console me.

I feel like a monster.

"I'm sorry"

I know it sounds pathetic but it's the only thing I can tell her.

She immediately becomes serious.

I think she is about to yell at me a lot of insults and instead she apologizes.

"I'm sorry James"

I look at her open-mouthed unable to formulate any thoughts.

Why is she apologizing?

“Sharon, you have nothing to apologize for.I'm the one who did wrong”

“Not so James.I had understood it.I understood it and I ignored it.I thought that ignoring him the problem would disappear”

I keep looking at her without understanding her words.

“I realized you were unhappy with me James.But I was selfish.I wanted you all to myself”

I see her sigh.

“Instead of understanding why you were unhappy, I pressured you.I forced you to stay with me”

I interrupt her immediately.

“Sharon you didn't force anyone.I was a coward not to tell you about it.I didn't mean to disappoint you, you were one of the first people to believe in me.If today I am a happy man again it is thanks to you”

We smile at each other.

"Can you accept my apologies?" I ask fearfully.

She looks at me intently.

"Only if you accept mine" and so she says she holds out her hand to me.

I accept it and hold it tightly.

Then I draw her towards my body and hold her in a strong hug by wrapping my arms around her neck.

At first she does not reciprocate but then her arms close around my waist, squeezing strongly.

As soon as we part there is a moment of embarrassment and we both turn our gaze in front of us.

“You know I like her.She is strong.She can handle you”

Sharon talks about Amaya looking straight in front of her, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I know all too well" I giggle amused.

“She is strong.Stubborn.She is a pain in the ass but..."

"But you love her"

"Yeah...I love her"

I turn to Sharon.

"I'm sor..."

"Oh my God!" she interrupts me.

"I swear to God that if you're going to apologize again I'll kick your ass"

We burst out laughing together.

Meanwhile Natasha approaches us.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but there are news"

The former Russian spy's gaze sharpens.

"As long as you still care"

So saying she turns her back to me and goes away.

I roll my eyes and smile in the direction of Sharon who walks next to me.

I approach a small emergency station where a PC screen is on display.

It is broadcasting the images captured by Red Wing.

Behind the bars of a cell is my beautiful Amaya.

All my senses go on alert, from grainy images I try to understand if she is hurt.

"Can't this stupid thing convey more clearly?" I ask Sam.

"Hey don't insult Red Wing"

Amaya waves in front of the little drone, she looks like she's talking.

"Are the images live?" Steve asks to Sam.

“No, it's a recording from about a minute ago.I'm trying to recover the audio.Give me a minute”

Sam keeps typing letters over letters, numbers over numbers.

"Ok.Done!We have audio" exclaims Sam enthusiastically.

Just before starting the video again, a noise attracts our attention.

Iron Man descends from the sky joining us.

"What are you doing here Stark?" Steve asks surprised.

Tony takes off the helmet of his armor and stroking his goatee with one hand he answers us.

"As soon as I heard about the attack on the Triskelion I immediately flew"

While he speaks he looks around.

"Where the hell is Amaya?"

It is Sharon who answers him.

"She is in the building.We were about to watch this footage recorded by Sam's drone”

“It's called Red Wing” interrupts Sam.

She rolls her eyes in response.

Sam presses the play button and the video starts.

Amaya is seen behind the bars of a cell, behind her sitting on the floor there seem to be two other people.

Then I can finally hear her voice again.

Red Wing makes a small movement and flies away.

Agent Scott?Lucas Scott?

And Rumlow?

Great.

She is trapped together with two men who have a crush on her.

"I'm going" I say without thinking, turning my back on my friends.

“Woah dude!Hold your horses!The building is unsafe.Where do you think you're going?" Sam is talking.

“What do you want me to do, huh?Should I leave her there?Does not exist!I'm going” I repeat with conviction.

I'm not going to leave her there for a minute longer than necessary.

"Buck!" Steve calls me.

I know that he too wants to make me think but I don't care.

"Wait!I'm coming with you”

I'm surprised by his words.

"What?" Sam and Nat exclaim in unison.

Steve turns to his girlfriend.

“Listen baby.I know it could be dangerous but we can't wait for the bomb squad to secure the building.It might be too late”

I nod at his words.

Steve hit the spot exactly.

The longer we wait, the more we risk the worst.

"Count on me"

I turn to the man who spoke.

“Are you sure Tony?It could be dangerous"

"She is only a kid!She needs us now!”

I nod at his words.

Steve, Tony and I look into each other's eyes and with a nod of the head I tell him to follow me.

In front of the entrance we are blocked by some soldiers.

"Captain Rogers it could be dangerous" a man replies after listening to our intentions.

"Son are you wasting our time"

So saying Tony pushes the man aside and makes his way.

"So you want to follow me?" echoes Tony.

We walk inwards and begin to go down the stairs.

Arriving at the last flight of stairs, dozens of corpses are spilled all over the floor.

Men of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other men with covered faces.

As soon as we arrive in the long corridor lined with cells I call her name.

"Amaya?Amaya I'm here!"

“James!James babe!"

At the sound of her voice my heart quickens his beat and I rush towards her.

I climb over lifeless bodies and debris until I reach the cell where she is imprisoned with the others.

The exit is blocked by large pieces of ceiling, stones and sheets to obstruct the passage.

And here it is my little robin.

She is covered in dust.

Her little hands are wrapped around the cell's metal bars.

I rush towards her, grabbing her face in my hands.

“I'm here doll.I will get you out of here don't worry!”

I kiss her not giving a damn about everything and everyone.

Tony and Steve join me.

I reserve my attention to Agent Scott who is now approaching behind Amaya.

"Rumlow has lost too much blood" he informs me, turning his gaze to the man on the ground.

Rumlow is almost lifeless, we have to hurry.

Some rubble falls on our heads.

“Friday just checked the stability of this place.It will collapse shortly.We don't have time to clear the exit" Tony informs us trying to remain calm but without success.

I can feel the panic in his voice.

"Get away" I suggest to Amaya.

She takes a few steps back until she joins Agent Charming.

"What are your intentions, babe?" she asks suspiciously.

"You just stay back" I tell her again.

I grab two bars and shoot with all my strength.

I want to try to create a gap in the bars to get them out.

I pull so hard that my Vibranium arm creaks as if the components are about to come off.

But I do not care.

I keep shooting non-stop.

Steve stands by my side, he grabs the bar in my right hand.

"I pull this one, you keep pulling the other one in the opposite direction"

Tony approaches the cell grabbing Rumlow's arm.

"The pulse is weak we must hurry" he looks at us urgently.

“If I used my repulsors I could cut the bars in an instant” he suggests.

"But you would risk hitting a few pillars and everything would collapse instantly" says Steve with a tight voice from the effort.

"I know" Stark nods disconsolately.

The bars begin to bend.

"Come on man!Here we are...we are almost there” I gasp from the effort.

After a few moments the bars bend and we manage to enter the cell.

Amaya immediately throws herself into my arms pressing her lips to mine.

I hold her so tightly that I could suffocate her but I don't care.

And it doesn't seem to matter to her either.

Steve and Tony approach Rumlow grabbing him by the arms and lifting him off the floor.

Rumlow opens his eyes, they are glassy and bloodshot.

I don't think he realizes what's going on.

"We have to go, quick!" I urge my teammates to get moving.

We walk quickly towards the exit.

Lily follows me keeping her fingers tight around mine, she squeezes as if she is afraid of losing me.

I just turn to her.

"C'mon doll.We are almost there.Are you all right back there?" I ask.

“Yeah!It's all as beautiful as a walk in the park” mumbles Tony as he and Steve drag a half-knowing Rumlow.

Lucas closes the line.

Arriving in the lobby of the Triskelion we all breathe a sigh of relief.

A team of paramedics comes immediately to meet us, they grab Rumlow and after loading him on a stretcher they carry him away at the speed of light.

Natasha runs up to us, literally snatching Amaya from my hands.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" she asks her.

In her voice I can feel an excited tremble.

The two redheads in front of me really love each other, they are more like sisters than friends.

Kind of like me and Steve.

“Yeah bitch!I told you I'm hard to die" Amaya chuckles in response.

Typical of her.

Use sarcasm when she feels overwhelmed by emotions.

And Natasha knows this so she hugs her even tighter and whispers something in her ear.

A moment later Amaya is sobbing in her arms.

I just go over to leave her a kiss on the head.

“You are in good hands my beautiful robin.I'm going to talk to Steve and the others, you take all the time you need" I whisper close to her ear.

She nods without taking her face off Natasha's chest.

I walk away and look at her while Nat continues to whisper something to her ear and pets her hair.

I get closer to others.

Sam is asking Agent Scott something.

“It was a massacre.If it wasn't for Brock I don't know if I would still be alive” Lucas replies.

"Who updates me?" I ask without addressing anyone in particular.

“I'll give you the short version Barnes.We're in shit" Tony replies, then nodding his head to where Amaya is, he asks me "How's the kid?"

"She's a little shaken but she'll be fine" I reply.

Lucas steps in.

“She feels guilty about the death of the prisoner.She saw him shoot himself in the mouth.She believes she could have done more"

I look at him with a raised eyebrow but he doesn't let my gaze intimidate him.

"Problems Barnes?"

"Do you have problems Scott?"

"Look, you're not the only one who knows Amaya..."

I don't let him finish the sentence because I come dangerously close to him.

Our faces are inches apart.

“Choose your next words very carefully Agent Blondie because it's my girlfriend you're talking about”

Scott looks at me with a sly smile and I want to punch him.

Steve walks up to me putting his hand on my chest.

"Easy man" he warns me.

Tony, on the other hand, laughs amused.

"Gentlemen as much as your little theater tempts me at the moment we have bigger problems"

"We need to talk but we need a safe place" Steve murmurs thoughtfully.

"My home.A few miles from here is my apartment.It's a safe place”

Meanwhile, Amaya and Natasha join us.

Tony puts his arm around my girlfriend's shoulders and kisses her head.

"Are you okay kid?"

She nods giving him a sweet smile then her gaze, for a split second, rests on Lucas's.

It is a fleeting glance but full of some feeling that I cannot understand.

Does she still have feelings for him?

I shake my head trying to push these uncomfortable thoughts away.

Twenty minutes later we're all crammed into Sam's small kitchen.

Tony and Steve are one next to the cave, both are leaning against the kitchen counter.

Sam and Lucas are seated at the table while Amaya and Natasha are seated directly across from the two men.

I am standing with my back to the wall and my gaze fixed on Agent Scott.

His gaze falls too often on my little robin.

“To recap” murmurs Iron Man “It was all studied.But why did the prisoner want to come to America?That is, they could destroy the Triskelion and steal the Vibranium even without his presence"

"But his presence served to attract us and T’Challa.A great way to eliminate multiple targets at once” Amaya replies.

"This makes sense" replies Sam.

Steve sighs.

"They've failed at this but they've got all the vibranium again...and that's absolutely no good"

Steve is right.

They failed to kill us but recovered their booty.

“Not forgetting that they had time to plant the explosives.This means that the mole is someone very close to us.Someone who followed the plan step by step” reflect Sam aloud.

Shit.We are in shit.

“We will need all the video surveillance footage from the Triskelion.Tony, could you also send us all the images of the various security cameras around the area?Let's say within 500 meters?" Natasha asks.

Tony nods.

“Well” the redhead resumes looking at Amaya.

“You and I have a long job to do.Are you ready?"

“I was born ready”

The two women smile at each other.

“I'll investigate those men in the red balaclavas.As soon as I have news, I'll get in touch with you” Lucas speaks to Steve.

Great.

We now work in the same team.

"Perfect tomorrow we'll start digging into this whole thing and..." but Tony stop talking because his phone starts ringing.

He answers and after muttering some "ok" and some "good" he ends the call.

"It was Agent Carter.Maria Hill and Rumlow are fine.They are out of danger and will recover.T’Challa is safe, she is on a return flight to Wakanda" Tony updates us.

Amaya sighs in relief.

Then her gaze turns to Tony.

"Is your phone safe?" she asks him.

"Sure" Tony replies almost offended by such a question.

Amaya continues to stare at him.

"What?" Tony asks.

“I would need it”

Tony hands her his phone muttering “A please would be appreciated.These kids today are too rude"

Amaya rolls her eyes as she grabs the phone from Tony's hands, she leaves him a kiss on his cheek as she walks past him and she heads to another room.

Automatically I follow her but I freeze on the threshold of the door when I realize that I don't know if she wants me to know who she is calling.

I start to go back but her sweet voice calls me.

"James?You come in and close the door” she whispers.

I look around.

We are in a bedroom, the walls are covered with photos of two beautiful children.

I observe them rapt.

“They are Sam's grandchildren” Amaya explains to me as she hugs me from behind.

I turn to her and grabbing her hand I go to the bed and sit on top of it making her sit on my lap.

Amaya's hot and sensual lips rest on mine.

At first it is a light kiss, just a touch of lips but then it gradually becomes more and more understood.

My tongue invades her mouth as her arms close around my neck.

We only detach when it's time to catch our breath.

Her forehead rests on mine.

She then kisses the tip of my nose and while sitting in my arms she dials a number on the phone keypad and she holds it to her ear.

After a few moments a male voice answers her.

He's Fury.

Of course she called him.

They just exchange a couple of information and say goodbye quickly.

She snuggles up to my chest and sighs.

I kiss the top of her head and we remain in silence enjoying each other's presence.

"Sharon and I have clarified" I begin.

"I'm really happy babe"

I feel her smile on my chest.

"Why do I get the impression that it is your robin?"

"Me?I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about Sergeant”

We both laugh when a soft knock on the door catches our attention.

"I hope you two aren't having sex in my house" Sam exclaims as he opens the door.

Amaya laughs heartily and Sam enter in the room sitting next to us.

“Tony, Steve and Nat have left.Unfortunately the house is small and they went to sleep in the hotel which is a few blocks away.Agent Scott will sleep on the sofa.You two can stay here if you want”

“Will Mister Perfection really sleep here?Nice friend you are!" I interrupt what I thought was one of my best friends.

Traitor.

Host him as if he wasn't my enemy!

Amaya nudges me in the stomach so hard that my breath hisses out.

“Thanks Sam.Thanks Sam you idiot!” and so saying she gives me a second elbow in my stomach.

“Ouch…yeah…thanks Sam.You are a true friend” I whisper under my breath.

Sam laughs.

"C'mon dude!That man went through hell today, he saw a dozen colleagues die...I didn't feel like sending him away" he explains, turning a look at me in search of understanding.

Right now I would punch him in the face I swear.

“Thanks Sam, you were really kind to host him” Amaya thanks Sam all too kindly for his gesture.

Are she really that excited about spending the night under the same roof as Lucas?

Sam stands up leaving a kiss on my girlfriend's cheek.

"Don't worry Amaya, it's nothing.Goodnight.Night Buck”

“Goodnight” we reply at the same time.

Once we are left alone Amaya gets up and goes to the bathroom we have in the room.

"I need a shower" she tells me stretching her arms upwards making her back bones crack.

"Go ahead.I'll wait here" I reply irritably.

I'm still thinking about the idiot who will sleep on the sofa tonight.

I see her hesitating at the door.

"What?" I ask confused.

"I was thinking...I was thinking if you would like to enjoy me in the shower" she whispers sensually opening the zip of her leather suit sliding it down her shoulders.

She is left topless with only my tags idly falling on it.

She finishes taking it off, remaining only with a pair of plain black panties in front of my eyes.

She undoes her bun and keeps looking at me biting her lip.

"Didn't you say we weren't suitable for sex in confined spaces?" I tease her by quoting the same words as her.

"Maybe the shower here is bigger...but quiet if you don't feel like I can go over there and ask Lucas"

A growl of possession resounds in my chest and getting up like a fury I go towards her.

I grab her by the neck and kiss her almost nastily.

I bite her lips until I hurt her, until I feel the taste of blood on my tongue.

"Don’t mess with me doll" I whisper on her lips, kissing her again forcefully.

I tear off her panties making her jump and taking her in my arms I drag her with me into the shower.

I undress with dry and determined movements continuing to kiss her, our tongues continue to dance together sensually.

Amaya moans eagerly in my mouth as her hand tightens around my erection.

I remove her hands abruptly and grabbing both of her wrists I only whisper a word in her ear.

"Kneel"

She obeys me instantly.

"Yes sir"

Good girl.

I grab her hair and bend her head behind and then I bend down on her and spit in her mouth.

"Swallow my little whore"

She does it while continuing to look at me with adoring eyes.

God how much I love this woman.

I love her so much that I feel my heart hurt.

Her little hands claw my thighs and her face gets closer and closer to my dick.

After a few moments her lips wrap around my tip, teasing it with her tongue.

I throw my head behind, moaning silently, bringing my hands between her silky red hair.

I push a few locks away from her face to be able to observe her in all the magnificence of her while her sinful mouth takes care of me.

“Touch yourself for me my little robin” I urge her with shortness of breath.

She puts her hand on her sex and with her fingertips begins to tease her clit.

She purrs while she continues to please me with her mouth.

"Cum with me doll" I hiss as I push her head faster, my cock moves in and out mercilessly from her mouth.

I cum on her lips, on her breasts.

I open the water which immediately washes my semen away from her body.

She lifts and fastens her arms around my neck.

"I love you James"

"I love you too" I answer her by grabbing her thigh, bringing it to my side and with a single movement I enter her.

I start fucking her mercilessly.

She is mine.

And she will always be mine.

"You're only mine right?" I ask her in an angry voice, looking for confirmation.

"Yes sir" she gasps in my ear between one moan and another.

I grab her other leg and lift her up in my arms, her hands clutching strands of my wet hair.

I place my lips in the curve of her neck, kissing her softly.

"You are only mine right?You only love me right?"

This time in my voice there is no trace of the Dom that is in me, there is only desperation.

A pathetic desperation.

Amaya senses the change of course of my feelings and her sweet gaze lands on mine.

"I'll always be yours James"

"So the man over there...you don't feel anything for him, do you?" I lower my eyes, avoiding her gaze.

I also stop penetrating her.

I simply hold her in my arms while remaining firm inside her body.

"James?James please look at me”

I surrender to her sweet will by looking up at her.

Her hands caress my face with such a sweetness that my soul vibrates.

"You are the only man I want.You are the only one I want.I love you and thanks to your love I feel that I am coming back to life.You saved my life babe”

I hold her tight and start moving again.

But this time I do it slowly.

The urgency and the anger I felt before seem to have disappeared thanks to her words.

Now we are just a man and a woman who sweetly make love.

We cum together tightly in each other's arms.

“I love you Amaya.I love you more than anything in this world"

We get out of the shower and after drying ourselves we lie down on the bed.

Amaya snuggles into my arms, our legs are entwined.

Our breaths mix with each other in a last sweet kiss before abandoning us to sleep.

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