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Depeche Mode - Football Game⚽️
Teen Magazin - 1986
#depeche mode#dave gahan#alan wilder#martin gore#andy fletcher#dave and alan ‘obviously we’re going to win’#then they just sit on the sidelines filming and cheering
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Close call | Lia Wälti x Arsenal!Reader
Where your girlfriend falls to the ground with a possible head injury
And ofc a happy birthday to our Wally!
Woso masterlist | Words: 1.1k
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“And this is why we always make fun of Wally.” Kyra points the camera to Lia, who proudly lifts up her boots and the blow dryer she’s using on them. “Blow drying her shoes, who even does that?” You watched Lia with nothing but love in your eyes, and are so focussed on your girlfriend’s proud smile, that you don’t notice the camera being in your face. “And here we have her love sick girlfriend.” You look over and are faced with the camera on your face and a smirking Kyra behind it. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you push your hand in front of the camera.
“Are you done?” You joke as you retreat your hand when you notice that she has stopped filming. Kyra’s annoying little sister act was well known amongst the team and the fans, the vibe had grown on you as did Kyra.
“Yeah, this is perfect.” She says proudly after rewatching what she had just filmed. “Aaaaand posted.” With a shake of your head you sit down in your cubby next to Lia again, sharing a knowing look about the youngsters' antics, and the many comments you would get on your relationship later today.
Before you start your warm up, you and Lia do your little pre-match routine. Lia loved routines, if you couldn’t tell by the blow-drying her boots, and you had started one together when you first started dating. After the handshake you could do with your eyes closed by now, you take her hand in yours and jump over the sideline of the pitch. After your jumping over the line you head your separate ways for your warm ups.
The first half had been rather quiet on your end of the field, you made a few saves here and there from corners, but next to that the ball was mostly on the opposing side of the field. Just before halftime Beth was able to hit the ball to the back of the net. Even though as a goalie you couldn’t really join in on the celebrations, you clapped for Beth and raised your hands to get the crowd to cheer louder.
In the second half it seemed like the opposing team had finally found their footing, as they were advancing more and more on your side of the field, desperately looking for the equalizer.
It was when your team was playing up a little higher, that the ball was intercepted, and their striker had your team rushing back. Steph, who had made her way up the flank was too far out to make it, so Lia made the sprint back.
You positioned yourself a few steps in front of your goal, anticipating the long shot. But the opposing striker was stopped by your girlfriend throwing her full body down in a slide tackle. She hit nothing but the ball, but the striker wasn’t able to stop her run enough to stop her leg from crashing into Lia’s head.
The referee had only noticed the clean tackle, and not Lia being hit in the head and focussed back on the ball. The opposing striker had jumped over Lia, trying to get the shot in after getting blocked the first time.
You tore your eyes off of your girlfriend who was still laying on the ground, and Steph who was running towards her and pointing to her head to signal the referee that the match needed to be stopped, but the referee did not notice yet.
It took every ounce of willpower you had to focus on the player rushing towards you with the ball instead of your girlfriend having a possible head injury, and you hated every millisecond of it.
The striker took her shot, and you managed to catch the ball mid air. You immediately pointed Lia out to the referee, and dropped the ball when she finally blew her whistle. While ripping off your gloves, you ran over to your girlfriend.
Steph was cleaning the pieces of grass that stuck to her forehead off, as she was now laying on her back. You crouched down with her and grasped her hand in yours. “Are you alright?” This had to be one of the scariest moments of your life. Lia on the ground, with her hand massaging the back of her neck, after the hard hit you had witnessed just moments before.
The medics arrived seconds after you did, and you watched with a face full of concern as they did the necessary tests for a head injury.
“She'll be alright.” Steph assured you, before she headed to the sidelines where the rest of the team had gathered for some refreshments, and instructions from the coaching staff. Not you though, you were not going to leave her side until you knew she was doing okay.
When the medics were helping Lia up, your worries finally eased a little bit. The medics went to walk Lia to the side, on orders of the referee to follow the rules, but before Lia let herself get walked to the sidelines, she stopped to hug you. “I’m okay, you can stop worrying.”
You squeeze her tight, needing to feel her close to convince your brain that she was really okay. “Don't ever scare me like that again.” You whisper into her ear, giving her a final squeeze, before letting her walk off to the sidelines.
As you walked back to your goal, you shook out the worries that were still left in your body despite Lia’s reassurances. You watched her closely as the players made their way back to their positions on the field, and had to tear your eyes away when the referee blew the whistle again for play to continue.
Minutes later Lia walked onto the field again, joining back in play. Your eyes stayed on her for most of the remaining minutes of the match, making sure nothing seemed off in her movements. Lia showed no signs of just being kicked in the head though, as she was running around on the field again.
When the final whistle blew, and you managed to hold on to the lead, you made a beeline for lia. You pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her up slightly “I’m so glad you’re okay. That was so scary.”
You hold each other for a moment, before you set her down on the ground again. She smiled at you sweetly, “I’m going to need a lot of cuddles to recover from this.” Your smile grew and you nodded eagerly.
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— our 32
pairing: kyra cooney cross x aussie!reader
synopsis: there’s nothing you’d rather do then watch your 32
warnings: none
a/n: starting off wip week with some kyra ❤️
it was pure coincidence that you had gotten a job helping run the arsenal women’s social media the same time kyra made her move to the powerhouse club. it was even more of a coincidence that the two of you had actually lived only suburbs apart in melbourne yet had never met.
from the moment kyra met you, she was completely and utterly obsessed. your kind hearted nature and welcoming aura had her in a trance and she would find herself being more open to filming content for arsenal’s social media despite sometimes feeling awkward doing it.
it was safe to say that her cheeky ways had charmed you pretty quickly and before you knew it she was asking you to dinner and a movie. the two of you bonded over your shared interests and she asked about a million questions regarding what your life was like up until that point, having complete genuine interest in each and every answer.
now almost five months later you sit surrounded by a sea of red and white watching arsenal beat chelsea in the conti cup final. you’re sitting near the bench, you and your friends chanting loudly as kyra gets the ball at her feet.
“nothing i’d rather do than watch our 32, kyra cooney cross! oi, oi, oi!” you shout whilst clapping along with the crowd, your best friend’s arm wrapping around your shoulder “when she’s on the ball she’s fucking magical, kyra cooney cross, oi, oi, oi!”
kyra hooks her foot around the ball, swiveling past chelsea’s back line effortlessly before crossing it. the pass is clean and on target, finding the feet of another red shirt. cheers erupt from the stadium but quickly turn to moans from the gooner end when the ball doesn’t find the back of the net.
the game plays out a similar way until stina puts one past hannah hampton, ultimately winning the trophy for the gunners for the second year in a row. arsenal fans are in hysterics, jumping, cheering and shouting ecstatically. you are quick out of your seat and cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify your voice, your face quickly going red from the blood rushing to your face.
you quickly pull out your phone and make your way to the sideline to get some content of the team and staff celebrating. kyra quickly spots you and breaks out into a sprint, her arms thrown out and a wide grin present on her face. she throws her arms around you and lifts you off the ground laughing “i saw you cheering! i saw you saying my chant!”
you place your hands on her shoulders as she hoists you up further, crossing her arms under your bum “i pride myself on being the loudest for my thirty-two” you wink and smile at her, cupping her face “you played so well today baby”
“thank you for coming” she says softly as she places you down
“it’s my job to be here ky” you laugh “but i’d be here regardless”
looping an arm around your waist, she taps the badge on her shirt and begins to lean in, meeting you halfway to place a soft kiss on your lips. one hand falls from her face and finds itself on her collarbone, your fingertips curl just under the collar of her jersey “go get your medal star girl”
kyra smiles again and pulls you in for another kiss, subtly swiping her tongue along your bottom lip. her action makes you hyper aware of where you are and you’re quick to pull away, making your girlfriend pout as you push her in the direction of her team. her arm slides out from behind you and she kisses your cheek sloppily, running off with a cheeky grin.
“i love you” she yells, looking behind her and blowing you a kiss before she practically jumps on lessi, the two gunners laughing joyfully.
“whipped. so, so whipped” a voice speaks up from behind you. you turn to your left and see caitlin begin to walk past you with katie “soooooooo whipped” the australian drags out obnoxiously whilst pulling a face.
you swipe at her “leave me alone foord!”
#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso fic#woso blurb#kyra cooney cross#kyra cooney cross fic#kyra cooney cross x reader#kyra cooney cross imagine#matildas#auswnt#arsenal#jflemings woso#jflemings writes#jflemings tillies
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seventeen - episode
woozi x reader
word count : 772
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"the mafia were..." one of your coworkers spoke into the microphone while looking at a sheet of paper, "dino, seungkwan, and jun.”
“what?” vernon spoke in disbelief while looking at seungkwan.
"it was you?!" hoshi shot up in his seat, looking at seungkwan.
seungkwan laughed while hoshi sunk to the ground in bewilderment. "thank you for not killing me off so early for once," seungkwan spoke up as he stood up from his seat.
"good job hyung!" dino cheered from the visible sidelines. he had died along with s.coups, the8, joshua, and woozi.
"wen junhui, you betrayed me!" mingyu complained to the dancer, who was sitting next him.
“hey, i didn’t betray you. i only played you,” jun said to mingyu.
"hey hey hey, where was the money?" dk asked out of curiosity.
"you need to see it to believe it," dino said as he walked over to the couch where wonwoo and jeonghan were sitting on. "you guys passed by it so many times too," he added.
"we know this place is huge, but we checked a lot of places already," wonwoo said to dino.
"i wanna go see where it is," joshua spoke up and some of them stood up from where they were sitting. you followed the group along with a few other camera operators to show where the money was.
the game was played in a small movie theater with access to the lobby, a party room, two concession stands not including the one in the lobby, and two theaters. dino led everyone to a plotted plant by one of the confession stands. he carefully lifted one of the giant leaves to reveal the money that was taped to a leaf.
“how’d it stay on there so well?” vernon questioned while observing the plant, “oh, it’s fake,” he said after touching a leaf.
"these leaves are pretty durable," jun laughed as dino carefully took the money off of the leaf.
"wow, just wow," the8 said with his arms crossed, “good job with that.”
"hey, dino, you'll share the money with me, right?" s.coups asked, throwing his arm over the youngest.
"no way! you killed me off!" dino yelled at s.coups and shoved the money into seungkwan's hand.
"i was just listening to jeonghan. i swear," s.coups said to him.
the singer almost charged at s.coups. "excuse me? what happened to our alliance?" he asked, "i'm never teaming up with you ever again," he stated while they started walking back to the main lobby.
the ending scene was filmed before the recording ended. you started putting the equipment away as other staff members started dismantling stuff or managing everyone.
you heard someone sigh and turned your head to see the8.
"you okay?" you asked him.
he smiled, "yea. i'm just surprised it ended like that. this episode is gonna be a good one," he said to you.
you nodded in agreement, "this one was a lot of fun." you closed a case to something, "are you guys going home?" you asked him.
"yea, we didn't have a schedule today besides this," the8 mentioned. "are you and woozi going out?" he asked.
"i think we're gonna go to his studio. he said he wanted to work on something earlier, so i'm just tagging along," you mentioned. the8 nodded before walking back to join the others.
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after all of the equipment was put away into a truck, you drove back with the staff members to the company building. once you were back, you helped bring in whatever needed to be brought in before going to woozi's producing room.
he had already gone there and was sitting on his phone at his desk.
"you should've found the money so we could buy dinner tonight," you said as you walked into the room.
he turned in his chair, "at least i'm not broke," he said to you. "i ordered food already," he mentioned. you nodded your head and sat down in the chair next to him.
"today was fun," you said to him. "i wanna play one day," you mentioned as woozi put his phone down.
"it’d be fun if we got the staff involved like that one time. that would be a lot of fun actually," he said to you. "did you get good shots of me?" he asked you.
you smiled, "yea, enough to blackmail you for the rest of your life," you said to him before he playfully rolled his eyes at you. you reached in and pecked his cheek right as he turned the monitors on. "love you."
woozi leaned in towards you and kissed you, "love you more."
#sweetiesicheng#sweetiesicheng seventeen#seventeen#kpop#carat#seventeen performance unit#seventeen performance team#seventeen hip hop unit#seventeen hip hop team#seventeen bss#seventeen vocal team#seventeen vocal unit#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen jihoon#seventeen kpop#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen x reader#seventeen x fanfic#seventeen x oc#seventeen leaders#seventeen lee jihoon#lee jihoon#jihoon#lee woozi#woozi#woozi x you#woozi fanfiction#woozi x y/n
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repos/ first reactions from people who watched one & only @ SIFF closing ceremony 🫶🏼
• 127 minutes run time and there are 3 dance battles. wyb’s performance in the movie is nothing like what he did in wuming & btf.
• a very powerful movie and the audience clapped / cheered so many times while watching.
• chen shuo is a sunny and inspirational character.
• there will be a mayday song played at the end.
• all of them said it’s a cool movie and it will surely be a hit this summer. ☀️ it’s gonna be untouchable in the box office and the last 20 minutes is the best ( i think this is the finale battle )
• the title of the film is appropriate. even if you don’t much about breakdance, you can’t help but be immersed in the movie. you can’t just sit in the sideline as a spectator, because the emotion is contagious. the quality of Dapeng's films this year is quite high, he really knows how to hit the audience with truth and emotion.
• Wang Yibo will definitely use this movie to effectively win the favorability of passers-by ( meaning non-fans and just casual viewers ).
• it is a movie about passion — choosing to do the thing you love the most.
source.
#wang yibo#one and only movie#i am so excited for this even if i know i will cry in frustration cause it won’t be shown where i am#he deserves all the success!!!!!! ☺️☺️☺️☺️
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Hello, Britishmuffin
I hope you are having a wonderful day/night.
Just wanted to know what inspires you to make such amazing art pieces? As well how do you deal with art block?
Im a artist myself but times get tuff and I lose motivation and start developing art block.
Sincerely, fisheggsoup :)
Morning! Love your name :D
Truthfully, my biggest motivator is born of necessity these days. I create art because I have bills to pay and family to support. My patrons are a huge driving force in all this, cheering me on from the sidelines while I work; my band of blessed saviours.
I also make sure that my social feeds are full of artists I love, who make art that makes me happy. I'm always watching films and playing games, always constantly absorbing media in this wacky age of technology-infused information. Then if I'm lucky, I get the chance to step outside for a walk in the woods with my sibling to help ground ourselves in the world and reconnect with nature, pure medicine for the troubled soul.
All of these activities serve to stir the Brain Soup and sometimes reflect in my artwork. I rarely get struck with the "fabled bolt of inspiration" these days, but I blame the current climate. I did used to.
As some of you will already know because I'm being quite open about it this time, I'm currently battling the worst bout of burnout I've had in literal years. So really, I'm not sure I'm the best person to be asking on the topic of how to deal with it, but here you go:
In my experience it’s not the best idea to wait for inspiration to strike. Inspiration is unreliable, constantly waiting can leave you anxious, and also most of us just don’t have the luxury of being able to. I kinda think we just need to create despite it (or TO spite it, or in order to spite someone who told you you couldn't, if that's your sauce).
If you feel like your art sucks, instead of expecting perfection try just giving yourself permission to be bad at art for a while, you might be surprised about how much of a relief it feels. Make a hundred terrible little sketches, doodles, scribbles, or just make marks on paper. You don’t even have to show them to anyone, they can be just for your eyes! More often than not I’ve found that the physical act of creating artwork can genuinely inspire you to make more, and better work. It flexes those art muscles and gets the creative cogs whirring. Just make stuff!!!
As a person who’s had little choice but to create for years, it can be really helpful to push through it. Not always, though.
Sometimes the art block you’re staring down actually goes layers deep into the realms of debilitating mental health and poor living status, right into dangerous burnout and breakdown territory. Some would argue that creating art in times of real pain is the best medicine, and indeed, creates the best results. I wholly disagree.
My advice is to always make art in those moments when you can, even if it sucks. And when you just can’t, then rest. Watch your favourite guilty pleasure anime, cook some delicious food, hug your pets, go exist in nature for a bit. Have you ever seen Kiki’s Delivery Service? That!
Helpful links to combat art block:
Line of Action has great learning resources, while also being a brilliant tool for a variety of speedy sketch warm-ups
Don’t know what to draw? Use a character description generator!
You could flex your figure drawing muscles with models on Figurosity, AdorkaStock, or ArtModels360 (nudity warning)
Improve your fundamental art skills with Drawabox or videos on The Fix List
Generate some colour palettes to use as a challenge. Adobe’s colour wheel tool isn’t too bad either
Other more practical tips include:
If you struggle staying motivated, try to refocus by sitting down and asking yourself "What kind of art do I really want to create?” Try to rediscover what excites you! Is your aim to work in the art industry? To be able to draw your OCs smooching? Draw beefy bara men? Do you really just wanna paint cool rocks? All valid af
Pull up images of your favourite artworks and study them. Ask yourself “Why do I like this artwork?” Are the outfits really cool designs? Is the lineart super stylish? Do you love the way they used colours? After that, think about what you need to learn to get to that point yourself, and start small. Mimic your favourite artworks in order to learn how to do it.
Example: If you realise that you want to improve at drawing hands, just spend a week learning about them. Draw pages and pages of them, find a way to make them fun and sexy to draw! I did just that, and now hands are actually one of my favourite things to draw, it works.
Warm-ups are SO important. If you just started on a piece and already feel defeated, ask yourself “Did I warm up enough first?” You can try looping fifty quick spirals in different sizes with your pen, scratch out some box shapes, doodle some funky wiggly shapes, crosshatch them, whatever you want! Just get that hand moving before you leap into your artwork of choice, it helps to loosen up to keep your lines from becoming too stiff.
If it’s just not working today, that’s okay. Take a break by filtering your creativity into another entirely different creative pursuit. You could try baking something tasty, making music, writing for your next D&D campaign, building cute houses in minecraft or the sims, painting miniatures, crafting with paper or sewing fabric, etc etc. Anything that keeps the creative brain ticking that isn’t drawing is also worthwhile.
And, mentally:
Try not to worry about what other people think of your artwork. Doesn’t matter what age you are or your background, the fact you’ve created anything at all is incredible. You brought something into the world that didn’t exist before. You’re powerful as hell.
Related: please please please don’t focus on being “successful” on social media. Even though I know it can feel awesome to post your art and get instant reactions, these things are a death spiral of addictive behaviour and shouldn’t dictate your creativity. Use sparingly.
Remember that your kid self would absolutely be losing their mind over the cool stuff you’ve made now. Same goes for your ancient ancestors who used to make those little clay animals. You’re doing great, be proud.
Don’t be so damn hard on yourself. I mean it <3
If you keep drawing you will improve. You will get your motivation back. You will make art again even if it takes you a while. And know that a muffin is cheering for you c:
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Headcanons of hangster as girl dad's, please. I love all of your hangster headcanons!
OB MY GOD IM SORRY THIS WAS LATE!!!
They actually KILL ME as Girl dads because it’s so true
Jake would be an absolute natural at it because he grew up with his mom and 4 sisters and then, later on, 3 nieces (and 3 nephews). So he’s pretty great with kids, especially girls. Jake loves all things barbie and will actually correct their daughters if they get something from the films wrong. He loves combing their hair and braiding it in different ways, making sure they look nice and put together for school. He loves encouraging them in their interests (soccer?? he’s gonna be cheering on the sidelines all day long. horse riding? baby jake is already a professional. ballet? you best believe he’s buying them the cutest damn outfits ever). he’s so great with calming them down aswell. when his and roos girls were babies they had a habit of crying as soon as they were put down so for the first couple of months they would simply fall asleep against jakes chest because the minute they would turn into him they would be out like a light. (bradley is NOT jealous but that’s his spot and he can relate to the comfort it brings.)
bradley would struggle a bit more as he grew up an only child and never really had any interaction with kids bedsides jakes nieces and nephews as he got older. but as much as he struggles, kids and animals all seem to love bradley regardless if he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. i can just picture bradley not having a CLUE how to hold a baby either and jake nearly breaks down crying when he first witnesses it. He also probably panics when the girls start crying at first and just holds them out in front of him and stares really scared and unaware of what to do. but he would get so so much better because he loves his girls so much and would just want to know how he can make them feel better and would do anything for them. as he gets older they take full advantage of bradley’s slightly longer, and curlier, hair and will tie it in whatever way they see fit.
jake, their daughters and bradley sit in a line in front of the couch with jake doing the girls hair and the girls attempting to do bradley’s, copying what jakes doing and pulling multiple strands out in the process. but you will not hear a peep of complaint out of bradley even when they move onto the eyeshadow.
bradley loves taking his girls on different adventures and this includes them following him whever he is going that day. to the beach and teaching them how to swim and stand up on a surfboard. at the grocery store and letting them sit high up on his shoulders picking out the cereal they want. to work for the day and showing them off to all his colleagues.
this is so long and i’m really sorry😭😭😭
and when bradley finally settles to teaching and therefore is home a lot more often than jake i can just imagine him being such a lenient parent in comparison to jake like letting the girls have sweets and stay up slightly later and sleeping in the bed with bradley and when jake comes after a deployment it is CHAOS in the house.
#feel free to add whatever you guys think!!!#again i apolgise for the length of this#hangster#sereshaw
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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Fourteen
Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?
Warnings: fluff, angst, insulting language to the reader by a secondary character, alexander pierce is still a shit head he doesn't understand personal space, SA mentioned not described, drugs mentioned not consumed, entertainment industry language (basically misleading way of delivering news), slight amount of smut, dirty talking, legal stuff being spoken about, fbi workings. reader has alot of anxiety described through this chapter at various points.
Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 7.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3 || Fic Playlist
Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fifteen
HEADLINES:
Fan’s excitement for book announcement turns sour, watch Y/N Y/L/N Take Control Of The Situation, We Stan A Powerful Woman
Fans Praise Steve Rogers Standing Up For Y/N
Smouldering Hot Dolores Sets The Runway On Fire While Walking For Best Friend's Brand
Loki and Ace Are They A Thing? When Will They Admit To Their Hidden Romance?
Bucky Barnes and Y/N Share An Intimate Moment Amidst Chaos, Five Times These Two Were Bestie Goals.
Bucky watches from the sidelines of the lit fest. The auditorium brimmed with excitement. He wondered if this is how you felt during the cast reveal for your previous books. Pride weaves into his bones as you step out on stage, massive applause breaks out and he can’t help but wolf-whistle as well.
You’re his girl and he would be damned if he didn’t come out to support you. He has to bite his lip before he moans seeing your outfit, yet again. The way the suit pants cling to your ass has his own tightening.
Flashes of this morning coax his mind, your hands in his hair tugging him closer and pushing him away. The taste of you on his tongue. Fuck he needs to remain between your legs for days before he can satieate himself.
Your eyes find him just as he licks his bottom lip. Heat pools in your belly at the thought of Bucky on his knees, licking the remnants of you from his lips, his stubble glistening.
He smirks at you as he watches the slight shift in your demeanour. He knows you’re thinking about this morning as well.
“Oh my god.” He hears a voice exclaim, “That's! That's Bucky!”
He turns his head around, sure enough a few seats down they raise their phones for a picture.
“Hey could you hold off on posting that? I’m here to support her.” He calls over the voices that are slowly going down in decibel.
They nod he knows it's a long shot but he has to take it, today was about you. To an extent Steve as well, given he was on the panel from HYDRA’s Publication House too.
Steve walks out next waving at the crowd, the cheers are deafening, flashes of the cameras ensue. He comes over smiling and hugs you.
The host gestures for the two of you to take your seats.
Yelena sits next to Bucky, Angel next to her.
After what Bucky had said to Yelena she hadn’t spoken to him more than required. However she was speaking a little more to you, which he appreciated.
The crowd begins to settle into silence as the crew checks for the mics and hands one each to Steve and you.
“Welcome Everyone!” The host cheers, “I’m Peter Quill, your host for this fine evening in literature. Though as an entertainment presenter I may not be qualified.” The crowd laughs, Peter grins.
“Now I can, however, ask right off the bat if these two have been having fun filming, I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once.”
The crowd cheers again, Steve laughs and you chuckle. Both smiling at the crowd.
“Are you having fun on the film set? Ms. Executive Producer?” Steve teases, you roll your eyes at him.
“When you aren’t taking too long in hair and make up, yes.”
“Hey, I’ve got to look great to bring your character to life.” Steve defends, raising a brow in challenge.
“You’re right, Beck did have his hair blow dried and then a pommade made with more spray to hold.” Your deadpan delivery makes Bucky laugh, Steve always was the worst when it came to his meticulous hair process. No matter the role this was always the case.
Steve rolls his eyes, “It’s all good fun.” He says with a smile.
The two of you turn back to Peter.
“Now, Y/N we heard some news that you broke Steve’s heart.” Peter tilts his head and gives you a knowing look.
“Oh yeah, he’s upset that my new book doesn’t have a character inspired by him.” You explain.
“I don’t wike it.” Steve pouts like a kid, slapping his hand on his thigh.
“Oh you know what I meant you smart lady.” Peter points a finger between the two of you.
Steve shakes his head, “Honestly man, let it go. We’re here to talk about books.”
“Right, right.” Peter shuffles through the cue cards.
Steve looks at you, you smile at him. Then your gaze shifts to Bucky. He smiles at you. Seeing him there cheering you on makes you beam brighter. Happiness coursing through you at having a partner support your endeavours so wholeheartedly.
“So Steve, do you plan to return to writing? Maybe a joint venture?” Peter gives yet another speculative look.
“Hmm maybe I could, you never know I do have one more book in my contract. I wonder if a murder mystery would be fun. Would you all read it? Though I mean I’d have to ask our favourite author for tips.” Steve looks at you then at the crowd they cheer in agreement.
“Murder mystery and fun?” Peter shudders, “I don’t know why chicks dig that.”
“Are you critiquing reading preferences, Quill?” Steve tuts, “in a room full of readers and writers established and budding. Damn.”
You shake your head disappointed at the judgement rolling off in waves from Quill.
“Oh come on you gotta think it's a little messed up.” He defends.
A chorus of boos ring.
“Depends on what morals you follow.” You chuckle when you hear a hoot, “Morally grey tends to be a favourite colour.”
“Rhys Bass! Baby!!!” A person calls out and everyone cheers.
“Llyod Hansen!” Another person exclaims.
Steve laughs, “I wouldn’t know where to place Llyod.”
“Oh trust me, we do.” You answer on behalf of everyone.
Bucky chuckles, Yelena looks at him.
“Are you on the spectrum of morally dark colours?” She whispers.
“Don’t think I am.” He laughs again.
The interview goes on, the questions get directed more towards Steve. Quill shoots the random question to you but they aren’t about your book.
Bucky’s hands are tight fists on his knees. What kind of blatant disrespect was going on?
Yelena sighs disappointed at the yet again horrible question,
‘Did you write the books because you felt sad you never had a long term boyfriend?’
‘How are the sex scenes so vivid?’
Bucky’s texting Sam, he wants to know everything there is to know about Peter Quill.
“So Y/N, tell us, do you feel insecure about a woman like you being given such a huge platform for your book? I mean you clearly knew what would sell and from having a plus sized character to instead having smoking hot Dolores playing—,”
“I want to stop you right there.” You raise your hand to gesture Peter to shut the fuck up, “Your questions are highly disrespectful, yes multiple of them are disrespectful. Look around this room, genuinely, everyone here is from different backgrounds, cultures and sizes. You don’t get to sit there and make comments or assumptions based on how I look. Also, there is more to Dolores than her looks.”
“Now you’re being rude, sweetheart, I’m just asking you simple questions.” Peter chastises, “It should be easy to answer.”
Bucky stands up, “And you’re an absolute gaslighting fucker.” He calls out.
“Bucky Barnes?” Quill laughs, “Nice to see you man.”
You shake your head, Steve looks at you then Bucky, finally to you.
“Do you want to punch him or should I?” Steve rhetorically speaks while standing, rolling back his sleeves.
“No, actually none of it. Everyone, I'm terribly upset that this event probably didn’t go as you wanted. I had big news I wanted to share but it seems Peter Quill can’t leave his investigative, intrusive, entertainment roots. Anyways to save Peter the trouble—,”
“Y/N.” Gidieon Mallick walks on stage cutting you off.
You look at him.
“Mr. Quill, please leave the stage. You’ve done horribly and not followed our given cue cards at all. Blatantly, disrespected one of our most prestigious authors. Ms. Y/N please be assured that you will be receiving an apology from him. Everyone, we will be taking a short break.” He announces, gesturing with his palm he asks you and Steve to follow him.
The two of you follow and the crowd breaks out into chatter, Bucky, Yelena and Angel head out towards the two of you.
You’re biting on your tongue while Gideon reprimands the interns and Peter Quill.
Bucky catches the tail end of the conversation.
“Absolute fucking atrocity! How can you go off script??” His skin tinged red as his anger grew. Steve rolls his eyes, as if this wasn’t what they wanted. Drama for more clout.
“I really am sorry.” Peter looks at Steve and you.
“Save it.” Steve says, grabbing your hand and leading you to your group.
“So Bucky and Steve standing up for you is going viral already.” Angel informs you to look at her tiredly and then at the floor.
“Are they going to talk about the new book?” You ask, she nods.
“The buzz is being generated enough, I’m hoping we can have no advance reader copies and the only sneak peeks that come are from you.” Yelena adds, you look at Bucky.
His scowl is trained on Quill. You move towards him, reaching for his hand.
“James.”
He recognises your tone, wanting him to dismiss the matter.
“Feather.” He warns you as well.
“Please?” You look up at him with a small pout.
Bucky melts, rapidly the anger leaving him, “Fine.” He chuckles as you grin, having won your way.
“Come here.” He says, tugging on your arm and you’re pulled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, your shoulders drooped. Home. He’s home.
“You’re home.” You mumble.
Bucky kisses the top of your head.
“As we have discussed and contemplated, we’re in agreement. An in-store release will ensure more buzz.” Gideon and his team are all smiles.
Yelena looks at you then back at them, “Perfect, we’re glad we’re able to work in a way that caters to both the teams.”
“It always is a pleasure working with you Miss Belova.” He moves his hand forward, she meets him halfway.
“And Ms. Y/L/N we are positive the book is going to be a hit, our editor had some concerns but with the way HYDRA is climbing upwards we know this will only take us further on success.
“I sure hope so.” You smile beaming brightly.
“Well printing is well underway so we should have you start signing within the month for in store copies—,”
A chorus of phones chiming around the room occurs. Everyone’s devices in their hands. An intern swiftly moves to switch the TV on, the news reports flooding in,
“In a shocking revelation done by Peter Quill of Entertainment Today, he has uncovered the ongoing affair between Alexander Pierce and Actress Dolores. Sources wonder is this why she stays on projects even due to her diva behaviour? There is a thirty year age gap between them fans suspect predatory behaviour and the grooming of Dolores done by the decorated producer and owner of HYDRA—,”
The picture flashes and you have to clutch your hands tightly. It reminds you all too well of your own experience.
“Switch to HYDRA.” Gideon sneers, the intern scrambles to switch.
“In a horrible breach of privacy, our esteemed leader Alexander Pierce was found consoling a distraught Dolores and this story is being turned and twisted by entertainment tid bit and disgraced reporter Peter Quill, who, if you remember insulted Steve Rogers and Author Y/N Y/L/N publically at the announcement of her highly anticipated fourth book.” Sharon shakes her head disgusted at everything.
“We have reached out to Mr. Pierce and Dolores to find out from the source the matter and set the record straight.” She adds, “For now I will allow my team to take over coverage of the forest fire crisis ongoing in Los Angeles.”
“See, nothing to be worried about.” Gideon smoothens his tie, giving a tight lipped smile.
You nod.
“I’m sure Mr. Pierce will explain.” Yelena adds.
Peter Quill stares at the cops parading around his home and then the small little white powder bag they somehow found inside his home. He was good with this, never letting the party boy side of him touch the limelight in which he shined and thrived.
Now he was sitting in a room in the police department. A camera in the corner turned off for privacy with his lawyer.
“Mr. Quill, you have a phone call.” His lawyer hands him his phone.
“Hello?” Peter greets.
“Mr. Quill, I suggest you heed this warning.”
His eyes wide, the caller’s voice easily recognised.
“I was doing my job.” He defends, “I was sent—,”
“Peter, save yourself some dignity, I know other things about you as well. We don’t want those coming to light do we?” Alexander chuckles.
“N-no.”
“Alright then, I’m sure your lawyer will be able to handle this matter. Consider this a final warning, Mr. Quill. I do not like my privacy invaded and after today I’m sure you will agree.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
Peter hands the phone back to his lawyer as the line goes dead.
“I hope you recorded that.” Peter says, his lawyer smiles.
“I always do.”
The dominos begin to fall.
The first being Dolores and Alexander’s speculated affair. No matter how many times the two clarified the situation people wouldn’t let go.
Edits of fans and experts of body language labelling Alexander as a predator. Dolores the victim.
You swallow thickly as almost all of the signed on creatives of HYDRA were ushered into the auditorium housed within the headquarters.
The issue was rapidly evolving and frankly getting out of hand. Interviews being stopped in the middle asking how the best of advocated actors, actresses, directors and producers are associated with this kind of man.
All of your social media feeds were drowning under the comments, some very horribly rude and outright attacking you on a personal level.
“I told you not to read them.” Bucky chastises from next to you. You tuck away your phone.
“I can’t ignore it already. The whole mandate of saying nothing is annoying me, countless people want him to be taken down.” You complained to him.
“I know it’s bothering me as well.” He sighs, grasping your hand gently, you feel the soft ridges of the metal as he rubs soothing circles onto the back of your hand.
You stare at the limbs, just wanting to lift his hand and kiss it. Just to see the sweet flush that would coat his cheeks. Just to see that shy smile of his, just to admire him.
“We’re in public.” He warns, reading your mind, “As much as I love you doting on me, I don’t think SHIELD—HYDRA,” He corrects himself, “can tolerate another piece of drama.” He snorts.
“Careful what you wish for,” Steve exhales loudly as he sits next to you, “dogs are sniffing around for something that might break the internet further than the current scenario.”
You roll your eyes, “What are they going to do? Have them release more photos, of others?”
“Possibly.” Steve gives an apologetic smile, “Angel’s heard conversation that maybe they might pitch the three of us being a throuple.”
“The fuck?” Bucky says, you groan.
“I don’t think we can take that news down like that.” You defend.
“Well, think about it, over time speculation has happened.” Steve says you and Bucky exchange a glance.
“People ship the two of us.” Bucky adds sharing a look with Steve.
“Oh god.” You press your palms against your face.
“This is not what I envisioned happening when I wrote Stucky x reader.” You mumble prompting Bucky to laugh.
“I did like the werewolf one.” Steve praises, Bucky chuckles, nodding in agreement.
Your head snaps towards Steve then Bucky.
“You.” You glare at your boyfriend.
“In my defence, Steve asked me about it first which is why I had to read it.” Bucky raises his hands.
You turn to Steve, “You.” your tone is hopefully menacing.
“Sorry.” The blonde says very unapologetically.
The microphone feedback makes everyone look up at the stage, the three of you in the secluded corner watch on as the legal head of HYDRA, Schmidt is standing at the podium.
“As you are aware of the recent negative light shed upon Mr. Alexander Pierce, we ask you all to check your emails for the social media statement that will be issued from all of your accounts over the next twenty four hours.” He concludes, hand running over his tie.
“We assure you that no predatory or grooming behaviour was done by Mr. Pierce.” He declares, “As you know a man of his stature and power will be cursed by the media and preyed upon by women who want money. Ms. Dolores has set the record straight and all will be well again for us. I hope there are no questions that would like to be asked by all of you.”
The silence just continues on, no one dares to say anything.
“Alright then, you’re all dismissed please post the message on your socials. It is mandatory on your contracts.” Schmidt completes then walks off stage.
“Fucking hell.” Natasha’s voice has the three of you turn.
“Nat, pleasantly surprised you didn’t skip out.” Steve smiles at her, she rolls her eyes.
“Mandatory meetings are all the fun.” She says, her gaze shifts to you.
You offer a small smile, she looks back into her phone. Bucky’s hand rests on your shoulder to offer comfort.
You look down at your phone, reading over the generic statement that provides a stance while saying you take no stance.
“Miss Y/N?”
Four pairs of eyes fall upon the intern as they clutch their folder tighter. You offer a smile.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Pierce would like to see you in his office. I’m supposed to escort you there immediately.” They say, you nod.
You feel Bucky tense behind you. His hand moving protectively to your shoulder. You place your hand upon his, “It’s just a meeting, I’ll call you okay?”
You turn to meet his gaze, still unconvinced.
“James.”
“I’ll wait for you.” He declares.
“As will I.” Steve adds.
Gathering your bag, you step to the aisle. Natasha grabs your arm, turning you.
“Since when?” She questions, green eyes trained on you, observing every little flicker of emotion running over your face. Through the cracks of your poker face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Natasha.” You reply cooly, gently prying your arm out of her grip.
“Y/N.” Her jaw tightens, eyes narrowing as she doesn’t buy your lie.
“Nat,” Bucky calls out, distracting her enough to allow you a moment to slip away.
“Bucky, you better tell me.” You catch her words, Bucky meets your eyes across the auditorium.
Asking for your approval to tell her, you watch as Steve shakes his head. You look at Bucky, he gives a subtle shake as well. They’re against telling her.
You shake your head as well, exiting the auditorium.
The lift’s music seldom distracts you from the increased pounding of your heart. Each beat echoing across your form. You grip the support bar. Perspiration coating your palms.
The intern regards you with worry, a tight-lipped smile doesn’t ease their concern. The ding announces your arrival to the floor. On cue your phone rings, discreetly you answer it from your watch.
Bucky’s with you, he’s with you.
Alexander’s assistant beams at you, heading to open the door. Heels clicking and adding to the dread flowing through your veins.
He must know your plan.
He must know what you’re trying to do.
Dolores probably is his pawn.
Another betrayal.
Another fucking disaster.
You’d lose everything.
You’d lose Bucky.
Your mind is the worst enemy and the best friend you could have.
“Ah, there you are, have a seat.” Alexander says from the desk he’s perched upon, facing the chair he requests you to take.
You sit, placing your bag down and turning your watch face inward.
“I read through the manuscript, I think we have a hit on our hands.” He grins.
You smile, “Thank you.”
“Though towards the end, I see you changed the original direction you wanted to take, why is that?” His fingers drum along the mahogany table.
“Did you not like it?” You ask, he leans in closer prompting you to shift back. He smirks, eyes tracing over you.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me, sweetheart. What happened that night, is just insurance against your thoughts of insubordination towards me. Even if you would never, the thought can taint your mind.” He raises his hand, fingers stroking your cheek.
You cower back further, fingers tightly gripping the handles of the chair.
“This is why I prefer Dolores, always so easy to manipulate and bend to my will and fancy. The mouth on her. Such a good little fuck. I wonder if you…” He hums.
“Please don’t.” You whimper.
You feel him draw closer, “I won’t, as long as you keep your damn mouth shut. Now your little book’s rights are going to be bought but I’m going to sell them for a profit after the launch.” He shifts away walking to the drink cart.
You watch him pour himself a drink.
“I’ll provide you with a percentage to take care of your mother. After all, we're a family here at HYDRA.” He grins, you nod, “How is she?”
“Doing better on the new medication regime.” You answer, his smile turns menacing.
“Good, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that, would you?” He questions your integrity.
“I won’t let anything happen to HYDRA.” You say, it pleases him.
“Good, now run along. I’m eager to have you personally sign my copy once the printed books come out.” Alexander gestures with his hand for you to go out of the office.
You scramble away, only when the elevator doors close do you breathe easier as the floors increase between Alexander and you. The doors open at the parking level.
You’re tucked into the corner of the elevator.
Bucky stands there, gaze trained upon you as you stand supported by the railing. He steps onto the elevator.
Covering the distance to you, pulling you to his chest. Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders.
He sighs once you’re safe in his arms, with him. Gently he cradles your jaw, making you look up at him. Stroking your skin with his thumb. His lips press to your forehead. Then brush over your lips.
The doors open again,
“Holy fuck!” The camera flashes.
Bucky turns, lips no longer against your own he presses for the close door button but the paparazzi block it with their lenses and feet keep the doors pried open.
You grab onto his jacket to prevent him from lashing out at them. Your phone chimes. Bucky looks down at the screen as well.
From: A. Pierce
You two can’t keep a secret, allow me to tell the world on your behalf.
Unless you would prefer another few secrets revealed.
Bucky looks back at your face, your hands shake. He closes his eyes, this is not what he wanted. Not how he wanted to reveal to the world he was yours.
“Feather.” His voice anchors you over the increased roaring of the paps.
You look up, “James.”
Soft lips press to yours, you close your eyes, allowing Bucky to guide you. Your palm cupping his cheek.
You knew this kiss was his apology, his admission, his pain, his acceptance, his plea, his protection and his love.
Bucky hopes you feel all that he wants to say to you. He hopes he hasn’t disappointed you, he hopes you understand.
When you kiss him back, his shoulders sag with relief.
He turns you away from their prying eyes, shielding you with his body. The security finally pulls the paps back allowing the doors to close.
Bucky’s forehead rests against yours, you want to cry. This is not how the two of you envisioned the world knowing.
Another moment stolen away.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, you only hug him tighter, hiding away yourself against his chest.
Everyone on set regarded you differently. The crew whispered as the new couple passed by, Bucky holding your hand not letting go. He leads the two of you to the breakfast table.
Steve, Loki, and Ace are waiting for you at the table.
Natasha watched from afar, Maria shaking her head disappointedly.
“What?” Nat questioned.
“I hate when Alexander does this, uses the personal lives of people to his own gain.” Maria sighs.
“What do you mean?”
“The news with Dolores broke, I was with Alexander and Nick. Instead of trying to have things be smoother or address it. He wanted to know if anything was going on between them on set. Pulled information off of a crew member.” She explains.
Nat’s gaze moves to the two of you, you both had been careful. She made sure you would get moments tucked away with Bucky. The senior staff are bound by ironclad NDAs. Though Alexander could have pressured anyone.
The world hadn’t been kind. Questioning Bucky’s choice as well as your own.
Then they’d say it was perfect, a broken imperfect man with an imperfect broken woman.
Kind words lost amongst the sea of horrible words. So much so you had deleted the apps from your phone.
Bucky had hoped to spare you from this part of his life. He knew you could take negative reviews or critique for your books.
Over the past days he saw you reading everything discreetly. He wiped your tears, had you wipe his own.
You knew people could be horrible, you’d seen it. Now you were living it.
Reclusiveness had turned into a better option, words that you had learned to handle were overwhelming.
You missed interacting with fans, they supported you. Several supporting your relationship, defending it as well from the haters and trolls.
Sam wanted the two of you to issue statements or do an interview. Bucky was against it, the two of you were together, some would like it and several wouldn’t, he only cared about your wellbeing. If you wanted to speak to the world he would speak with you.
For now he was supporting you in the chaos to which you were newly introduced towards. The move had helped Alexander no longer an article floated about his pictures with Dolores.
“Imagine if it was the throuple thing?” Steve jokes, Loki glares at him.
“Then you two would have to take turns cheering me up.” You add, Bucky snorts.
“She’s making horny jokes, she’s really upset.” Ace remarks.
Loki shakes his head, “I thought horny jokes were her forte.”
“They are, dirty fucking mind.” Bucky chuckles, you poke his cheek.
“You love it.”
“I do.” He kisses your cheek.
“I’m happy though, you don’t have to shy away.” They grin, you smile.
“Yeah it has its perks, not hiding.” You shrug then look behind Ace at Nat.
“I want to speak to the two of you.” She says, “In private.”
Bucky shares a look with you, the two of you follow Nat to her trailer. She locks it, a determined expression on her face.
“Alexander was informed by a crew member about the two of you. I know we were discreet and we did everything we could to keep prying eyes away.” She states,
“I think it’s one of the core cast, Dolores yes but she already has everything on her plate. You two need to reevaluate the friendships forged.”
“Why are you worried?” Bucky raises a brow asking on your behalf, the two sisters had made their stances clear only wanting professional relationships with you.
Nat exhales, “For whatever reason, you both are withholding information from me. When I asked Yelena and she kept her mouth sealed shut too, I understood it ran deeper than a surface level issue.”
You seek out Bucky’s hand for comfort, his thumb strokes over your tattoo. He knew the action grounded you as well.
“I want to apologise for the way I’ve acted, pushing you away. Being rude and frankly the opposite of the friendship I found with you.” She shakes her head disappointed at herself.
“Nat…” you don’t know what to say to her.
“I’m not seeking instant forgiveness. I know it will take time to repair things. I just, I know how he can be and yet I thought you were after the money.”
You wince.
“I’m sorry, I really am, I just want to get to the bottom of who is behind telling Alexander.” She presses, watching as Bucky and you share another glance.
“Look it was bound to happen, and we already have a plan to smoke the leak out.” He grins, you giggle.
Natasha regards the two of you perplexed by the positive attitude, a stark contrast to the way the two of you have behaved over the past few days.
This was the next domino, have the public find out about the two of you. Dolores had been on your side, she wasn’t blabbing that much you knew, because the story was to be about the throuple with Steve and Bucky if it came from Dolores.
This much was sure that Alexander was being overly cautious. Which meant he would want to keep an eye on everything, which meant he would slip up.
“Well, if you need me to do anything, let me know.” She adds, you nod at her.
“I need you to continue being mean and reserved, I have to tell different people different things you said to us here.” You let her in on the plan.
“So just continue the way you are and we can always meet up privately.” Bucky shrugs at her.
“It's good seeing you this happy, Barnes.” She smiles at him, “You take care of her.”
“I’m trying every day.” His blue eyes gaze down at you, softening as he regards you being there in his life. Being his happiness, adding to it.
“You succeed everyday.” Your eyes find his warmth spreading through your chest at the love you feel just from his gaze.
“Alright then, now before the clothes come off, please leave.” Nat gestures to the two of you out the door.
“Bye, Natasha–,”
“Nat.” She corrects you trying to undo one step.
“Nat, I’ll see you on set.”
She smiles as do you.
—-div
“Alright, we’re going to move in on Pierce tomorrow.” Darcy informs the three of you.
“We want you all in a safer public space.” Scott adds, “I believe your book launch is placed appropriately?”
You nod, “It's in place.”
It had been almost a month and a half now since the book was cleared into printing. The movie schedule was constantly thrown off by Dolores to aid with the case’s timeline.
Prompting Natasha to keep asking you to step in over and over so they could shoot the opposite cast’s scenes.
The leak was in place tonight, the book had to tank. It was the only way you’d be able to free yourself.
Andy and Matt were working hard on finding loopholes for Bucky and Steve. Most of the ways out however involved paying their way out. Signing another set of contracts that cut off their ways of income and working in the industry.
“We have a lot of evidence against him, it will be a process to go through. Given his position and influence we anticipate a bail. However we anticipate travel restrictions so that he cannot flee the state or country.” Darcy takes a deep inhale then exhales slowly.
“We have one chance. One. Are you three sure you want to come forward with everything he’s put you through? There are other victims who have said yes and others who have said no. We will not force you, you need to make this decision on your own.” She waits, observing the three of you.
“I’ve been waiting a long time.” Dolores says, “I want him to rot and if he dies that's great too.”
“I’m in.” you answer. Everyone turns to the woman on the left.
“We’ll take him down.” Maria Hill promises.
The crowd is still there surprisingly despite the overnight leak. The night was filled with caffeine and chaos. A lot of people had downloaded the book based on the numbers Yelena had observed.
Social media was in an uproar. People who read the leaked version, divided in opinion. Goodreads was getting reviews based on the leaks and trying to disregard them or block those to stop prompting readers to be tempted to read the book.
Several accounts who made it their life’s mission to hate on you because Bucky was off the market were sharing download links to tank your ratings and for once you wanted them to not get blocked off.
The outfit for today was cream pants that hugged your curves, paired with a navy top which was low cut but in a way that gave nothing away. It was teasing enough for Bucky. You chuckle remembering his expression at the fitting.
Bucky stands before you with a small box in his hands. You raise a brow. It was five minutes till you had to go out to face the crowd at the bookstore signing.
“Just, I had this made as a ‘happy book launch day’ gift.” Bucky swallows a sudden nervousness taking over him.
“James, why are you nervous?” Your palm cups his cheek.
The red flush takes over his features. He gnaws at his bottom lip, “I just—, I’m wondering if this was a good idea, I mean not the giving you a gift but the gift itself.”
“James—,”
“I just, I hope you like it and I know you don’t like the whole materialistic aspect so I tried to combine the emotional aspect too—,”
“Baby,” you place your free hand right over his sternum feeling his heartbeat against your palm, “I’m going to love whatever you have in that box. And the fact that you put so much thought into it? I already love it.”
A smile breaks out across his features, the crinkles by his eyes enhanced and pure joy radiating from him. Handing you the box he moves to hold you by your waist, watching as you open it.
The velvet is soft and you see a soft glimmer as the gift catches the light. He takes your gasp as a good sign, his nerves begin to settle.
Across the box, lays a necklace, the pendant shaped like a quill, an exact replication of your tattoo. The shaft of it has a line of diamonds that reflect in the light. You look up at your man, not understanding why tears are gathering in your eyes.
“It’s beautiful.” You whisper, “I love it, James… Thank you.”
Bucky leans in brushing the escaped tear away from your cheek with his lips, “May I put it on you?”
You nod, he gently takes the necklace from the box, moving behind you. He meets your gaze in the mirror. The soft metal touches your skin and he watches the pendant shift as he decides the perfect length to wear it upon.
His fingertips trace along the nape of your neck to your shoulders. Bucky presses his lips to the crook of your neck, “Perfect even better than how I envisioned it.”
Your hand moves to his hair, running your fingers through it as you turn your head to kiss him. Warm hands encircle around your waist yet again holding you close.
Slowly your lips part, Bucky groans, watching the piece of jewellery nestle over your sternum drawing his eyes to your breasts.
All too soon he has you pushed against the wall, lips latched to yours as his hands explore your body, cupping your breast and palming it. You whimper onto his tongue. It only urges him on.
There is a knock on the door, “I hope y'all are decent.” Sam hopes to the heavens above.
You make a displeased sound as Bucky pulls away from you, gently setting your legs down from where they were around his waist.
“Patience, Feather.” He whispers, your hands roam over his chest.
“What is it Sam?” He questions, blue eyes trained on your seemingly innocent face.
You know the warning look. You don’t heed it. Your hands move to his belt buckle. To you Sam’s voice already drowned out.
“Feather.” Bucky hisses as your index finger trails over his growing erection.
“Don’t you want to see me just in the necklace?” You look up at him, pushing the fabric lower, allowing yourself to give him slow gentle pumps.
Bucky’s hands come to rest on the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. You bite your lip, his eyes turning towards the stormy blue you loved, not the kind out of his anger but the kind born out of you making him unravel, turning him feral, needy.
Bucky’s flesh hand grasps your neck. The thoughts begin to fly out the window from your mind.
“Feather, don’t start something you won’t finish because if I have to take over. Everyone will know just by your stride that you got fucked in the green room by your man.” He squeezes gently, your palm squeezes his length.
“You’re my good girl aren’t you?”
You nod.
“Words Feather, my good girl uses her words, even if she’s being a needy little brat.” He chuckles, if you turned him needy and feral for you he knew how to do the same to you.
“Yes, your good girl.” You answer.
You watch as he leans in, his breath fanning across your face, you just want to taste him.
“Can you both not?” Sam groans, “I cannot with you both right now, Y/N, you have to be out in five minutes. Stop letting him seduce you.”
Bucky closes his eyes, you giggle as he withdraws his hand from your throat.
“Feather, I know it's yours but you gotta let go of my dick please.”
“Oh, oh,” your skin heats as you retract your hand helping him get decent.
“For the record, you seduced me.” He narrows his eyes at you.
“Hey, we both know you probably thought of me naked with only the necklace on before I suggested it.”
His mouth hangs open, sputtering to cover up the clear truth. You cover your mouth to stop laughing out loud. Bucky shakes his head, a bemused grin on his lips.
The door is opened to a disappointed Sam and Yelena staring at the two of you. Their arms crossed.
“Just wanted to wish her good luck.” Bucky defends.
“Right, and does that involve your fly being open?” Sam raises a brow, Bucky scrambles turning around then huffs.
“It isn’t—,” he shuts up at Sam’s stern expression.
Yelena raises her phone to her ear, “She’ll be out in thirty seconds.”
Bucky pulls you close, lips pressing against yours in a quick kiss.
“Good luck, Feather. Once we’re back home I’m going to tell you the reason behind your nickname.” He kisses you again, leaving you breathless grasping onto his shoulders.
“Th-thanks.” You squeak out, he squeezes your ass, your eyes widen, skin heating, “J-James!”
He only gives a wink coupled with a cheeking grin. As he follows Sam out you watch him walk backwards laughing at your befuddlement.
“Ready?” Yelena questions, offering her hand to you as she always did, walking with you till it was your turn to venture alone.
You grasp her hand, nodding, “As I’ll ever be.”
There is a chorus of cheers when Yelena walks out to introduce your arrival. You spot Bucky, Sam and your mother sitting in a section reserved for family. It makes your chest warm seeing that area occupied finally.
When you step out it’s as surreal as the first time, the cheers, the squeals, the happiness of your readers infectious.
The first two hours are a blur of writing names, interacting, hearing the reader’s theories for the book and maybe a snippet of your next one. You take a sip of water as the line is held back for a moment.
You grab the sharpie as the line begins again,
“Hi, thank you for coming out to see me today—,” your mouth dries when you look up at the figure towering over you.
“If you could make that out to Alexander Pierce, that would be great.” Alexander smiles at you.
“A-alexander?” You find your heart plummet, he was supposed to be behind bars by now.
He pushes the book across the desk. Nudging your frozen hands into action. Opening the book you write down, his name,
“How about a sweet message?” He raises a brow, “I am your boss after all.”
“I um, sure.”
To Alexander Pierce,
Your actions speak louder than my words, which is why people can hold them in their hands.
Regards,
Y/N
He peers at the message, eyes narrowing then he smiles. He parts his mouth about to speak when you watch him descend onto your table headfirst.
You shift back standing, the chair plummets to the floor.
Darcy Lewis and Scott Lang stand behind Alexander, pressing him down on the table and extending his hands to cuff him.
“Alexander Pierce, you’re being placed under arrest for multiple charges of sexual assault, blackmailing, non consensual administration of narcotics, and financial embezzlement.” Darcy speaks clearly, her voice ringing above the bookstore’s clamour.
Alexander struggles in the grasp, “You’re making a grave mistake, Agent.”
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” She says, Alexander’s gaze locks on you.
“You opened your mouth, didn't you? If I come to know you have, I’m going to ruin your life. You fat fucking slut.” He roars, Darcy presses his shoulders down to prevent him from getting up.
Bucky’s cologne suddenly surrounds you. You look up, only to see his chin. He has you tucked against his chest protectively placing his arms around you.
“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?” She waits for his response which is only laughter.
“Oh Agent, you’re all going to regret this, don’t you know who I am?” He sneers.
Darcy rolls her eyes, “Alexander Pierce, do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
“I do.” He seethes, “I want my fucking legal team.”
“We will contact them.” Scott says, they lift him up from the desk, he looks at Bucky. Anger coursing through his body.
“I warned you Barnes. Now you will know the consequences.” The older man spits out.
Bucky makes sure you cannot look at Alexander, palm blocking your head’s movement.
“Are you threatening me? Mid arrest? I haven’t done anything to you Alexander. I have always respected you.” Bucky speaks, Alexander’s anger only grows, he’s dragged out.
The bookstore grows quiet. Eerily so, the cameras still held up despite the FBI retreating and leaving.
Bucky gently shifts from you, still holding your hands within his own. You regard the entire store only hoping the threats he made will reach online so they can be used in court as well.
“Everyone I am so sorry, the event will have to be postponed to a later date. Those who did not get a chance to interact will have their tickets refunded. You will retain your book and the signing will take place at a later date.” A representative from HYDRA announces.
Bucky leads you back inside the green room. Sam and your mom are already watching the news unfold on his iPad.
She looks up at you demanding an explanation.
“I’ll explain later, mum—,”
“What did he do to you?” She cuts you off.
“Mum,” you swallow the lump forming in your throat.
Her eyes move onto Bucky, “Why was he threatening you? You were supposed to take care of her.”
He kneels in front of her, “I regret it everyday that I couldn’t protect her.”
“Mom it isn’t Bucky’s fault.” You sit next to Bucky grasping her other hand, “I’ll tell you everything. Just you cannot blame anyone but Alexander okay?”
She regards the two of you, Sam shifts, “I’ll make sure the three of you have some privacy.”
He walks out, shutting the door behind him.
“Alright, tell me and no covering anything or hiding any details. I may be sick but I’m not weak.” She warns, “I didn’t mean to blame you Bucky, I just, she’s my only child.”
“I know, I just, when I saw her that night, I blamed myself. I should have known better.” He sighs, you grab his hand with your free one.
“We’ll tell you everything, if it becomes too much tell us to stop and we will.” He requests of her.
“You will do the same.” She says, the two of you nod.
HEADLINES:
Alexander Pierce Arrested At Signing Of Author Y/N’s Fourth Book
Dolores Looks Sombre Exiting The FBI Branch
Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers and Other HYDRA Creatives Come Out In Support Of Long List Of Victims Of Alexander Pierce’s Abuse
‘This Is A Shock To Me’ Says Ace In Recent Interview Praising Alexander Pierce
Author Y/N Continues Book Signings Amidst Ongoing Court Case — How Exactly Harrowing Was The Ordeal If She Can Function Normally?
Brock Rumlow Arrested In Conjunction With Charges Pressed Against His Uncle
HYDRA Projects All Come To Standstill As Crews Organise Protests To Support Victims Os Sexual Assault.
Bucky Barnes And Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Getting Cozy At His Favourite Restaurant, Onlooker Spills The Beans On Their Conversation.
A.N.: so the queue didn't work and i had other one shots as well prepped but nothing went through so i manually reedited everything since i lost most of it unfortunately, i hope you guys enjoy the chapter, i know sometimes its fast paced compared to slowburn, we're nearing the end of it
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That was such a freaking wonderful video, and worth all of the waiting and internal hype we’ve all had about it. I cannot believe they did this again, and did it so damn well. I feel like I’ve not really processed at all. The outfits that Phil chose were all so freaking good? Like a mix of cool, silly and funny, but what really sold me was the reactions to everything.
They are just so damn fond and funny together and even with Phil off camera almost all of the time, you never for a second doubt his presence because Dan’s eyes are always always looking at him and his reaction first and foremost. He’s filming content for his viewers sure, but the two of them are also just goofing around and allowing us all to join in.
It’s like we were sitting next to Phil and giggling with him, as he showed our suggestions and “made” Dan dress up. It felt like grabbing a snack, and sitting shoulder to shoulder with a friend while making another friend do stupid shit just for the hell of it. And bursting out into laughter together with them both.
I lost count of how many times they laughed, how many times I laughed. I can’t even tell you how many times I had to pause the video and take a minute to just live in this happy and giddy space before I continued.
They are so silly, so gay, so confident, so at ease. It’s such a pleasure to watch, and it makes me want to go right back and watch it again, after finishing.
I also love that we got Dan in not one but three skirts! The fact that he teased it after the nun costume thing, but I was not expecting so many skirts! And he looked good! (except in that last abomination). And the furry outfit being revenge for the cheese dress was such a funny bit. To think how far they’ve come since Phil’s first viewers pick my outfits! That was five years ago and it feels both like ages ago and like it could have been last week.
Dan’s reaction to anything with colour in it was so damn funny, we know he’s a monochrome boy but he does look great in colour. That soft boye outfit looked good on him, fight me. And all the damn accessories and shoes too! Even though they got actually hurled at his head. Incredible miracle that no one ended up blinded.
Also Phil having to go behind the curtain and help him with the ear ring! Like honestly just all of the ways Phil was both cheering him up from the sidelines while roasting him. They wouldn’t be who they are without their banter.
And Dan actually looking confident in some of the outfits and clearly liking what he was seeing, aesthetic or not. I was also reminded entirely too much of how tall and long he is, like so much torso and legs. We often see him sitting, or camera focused midriff up, so full length Dan is always a bit of a shock.
I just know this video will be one that I come back to whenever I need a laugh and to be reminded of how fond I am of these two tall British dorks. Truly an astounding and worthy addition to the Viewers Pick Outfit series!
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Introduction
It's now the start of Pride, the co-opted commercial celebratory period where corporations pretend they care about the queer community as more than a consumer base for A Whole Month(Thirty Days, Seven-Hundred-Twenty Hours). Company's vague impressions of solidarity is never as staunch as what's shown on the ground, by the ones living radically as themselves. I had the good fortune to see that solidarity in action today when a sizable majority of folks who attended the local dyke march migrated over to a protest for Palestinian liberation, bringing the march with them and melding numbers. Some might scoff at the notion that both struggles are linked; but as queer Palestinians bravely fight against genocide and colonial-settler violence, their rights as queer people encompass all queer people's rights: This should go without saying.
Like a river joining another, the flow and energy between the two demonstrations were strikingly similar; The air felt fearless, nurturing, exciting, and gay as all get-out. Flowing through the streets, the sound of hundred-fold footsteps was rain coming to nourish the flora of change. We shouted "dykes against genocide", "queers for Palestine", "burn israel to the ground", and there was birdsong echoing like thunder, roaring and comfortably close. There were plenty who stood by on the sidewalks, offering cheers of support, going about their day, or recording the procession with anywhere from a smile to a sinister smirk on their face. Looking at the occasional dissenters from the sidelines, it made me want to scream just a little louder. In those moments, I thought that standing on the sidelines and sitting idly by for such an issue was the last thing I want to do.
Social anxiety is a mess to deal with, and for me, more often then not, it's debilitating. Could nary get a word out at either march and stayed by my lonesome while everyone was conversing and connecting. Whether it was getting hung up on future anxieties, lingering imposter syndrome, or maybe just nothing, I found myself feeling alienated surrounded by my own peers. There were so many people I wanted to meet, so many things to talk about, so much joy to share; Yet no matter the path I went down, its destination was me feeling unworthy one way or another. There are many days where I feel this is a struggle impossible to overcome.
On those days, I look at all the other pieces, the shiny broken ones we all keep polishing: For me, they're the scripted youtube videos I never filmed, songs in storage I never released, friends who are lost in forests of notifications I never replied to. Clearly in my perspective is the enormity of the life I don't live, but want to live, should be living. When puberty, intrusive thought, and chronic pain already saps your energy and ability daily, it feels unbearable to do anything else. There's no stopping the thought that its also exacerbated by the overlapping scaffolding of oppression in place, leaving the issue feeling like a decidedly hopeless one. I think maybe there's something about a fig tree that goes here too???
There was something else I saw during the marches; Signs brought by protesters with quotes and passages from writers the world over. From prose to lyric, from poem to passage, more than ever did I see the work of writers, poets, and wordsmiths of all kinds from the revolutionaries attending. All of it left me feeling like there was something that needed to change, some inner bud in my brain about to burst and sprout. One can easily be lost in the pursuit of perfection, especially concerning artistry near and dear to one's self, and I felt like I may have been wandering for much too long. My position, however frayed and fraught, is still a privileged one that can, and must, be used for good. Many need to speak, and many need a voice, and many need to scream, many are screaming. It's about time I screamed a little louder; No more do I stand recording on the sidewalk of my life. To be on the sidelines when faced with a reality like this is the last thing I want to do.
(tl;dr I went to a dyke march/protest for palestine today; Poor social skills, anxiety over the future, and lingering depression left me feeling isolated and without purpose. There was, and is, so much experience I want to relay, so much to say; Often the aftershocks of those experiences left me unable to say it. Seeing quotes from writers on the boards of protesters inspired me to write properly about my experience, because I owe it to so many to not stay silent.)
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♘ Favourite Knight/King
🫅Favorite Lady/Damsol/Queen
💚 Favorite Quest/Story Arc
📚A Retelling/Modern Work You Like
💛A Sibling Group/Dynamic That IS NOT The Orkneys
🏴Okay Now You Can Talk About Orkneys
♘🫅💚 - answered here!
💛 - answered here but i want to talk about another one askgjd
i really really like specifically the lonazep tournament gang. tristan + dinadan + palamedes + iseult + gareth. i love that gareth just kinda shows up and they immediately let him sit at their lunch table, and i love that tristan changes colors every two seconds, and i love that iseult is on the sidelines with a foam finger cheering on her friends, i love them all. i love them 🥺
📚 - i'm about halfway through exiled from camelot by cherith baldry and i really really like it! the writing style is really good and i love the way she characterizes a lot of the characters. kay and gawain should make out, actually.
🏴 - I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT THE ORKNEYS!!! i've been thinking about them NONSTOP because of my work on my thesis film (which is about them as youths heading to camelot to become knights), the current thoughts are mostly about gaheris and agravaine because they're kinda at the forefront of it. like... the fact that gaheris was the favorite brother before gareth entered the picture, and agravaine has been kinda neglected the whole time, but agravaine has his Thing and it's being cocky and good at strategizing and stuff. he has skills he can rely on at the round table, he gets recognized for it. but like...... idk once gaheris fades into gawain's rearview he's got what? a long arm? i want to give him a hug
#beans.txt#ask game#asks#i admit i went a bit overboard on the orkneys asdkjgdh#gringolet will sadly not be making an appearance in my senior film#because i Will Not under Any Circumstances animate a horse
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Hi hi, you asked on sunday to share my thoughts on the yesterday's episode. Honestly, it was ok. I expected a bit more than what made it to print. My thoughts are a bit all over the place, so forgive me a bit. Like finally we got a resolution for Buck's "who am I storyline" cause it's been seasons of him feeling neglected/abandoned ect. The grass isn't always greener on the other side type deal. The dad/son thing with Bobby is confirmed. But it's like, we knew. Or let me rephrase, I didn't need anything confirmed because it's been blatantly obvious. I was expecting more of the Chris scene, and it was like 2 secs. Everyone mad at the Buckley parents, but they were ok. They didn't run at the 1st sign of Buck barely alive, so that's good. And trust me I know from 1st hand experience blood doesn't necessarily make a family.
I think there was wasted Buddie potential here. I know people ate up the Eddie in Buck's room and stuff, but I go back to seeing it from the general audience point of view. There wasn't anything on the "live" portion of the episode pointing to them specifically. I mean Hen was in the room with Chris and Eddie bawling. If I saw that as a regular viewer, I wouldn't be thinking he's crying over the love of his life. Plus, it really bothered me that Eddie was "shown" as the guy who lost his son in Buck's coma dream. With the ways Eddie loves Chris, he would have done anything and everything to not let that happen. But it circled back to " I introduced Carla to Eddie". Yes, the episode put Buck as the glue to everyone but that rubbed me the wrong way. Plus no scene at all with Eddie and Buck who are supposed to be best friends? None, not even a fly by moving the camera from one side of the room to the next? Like yall aren't even friends at this point? Cause even a friend should have been shown alone with him even a few seconds. Hen and Eddie appeared when Chris was there. And Hen was already in the room when that happened - alone.
Sorry, see what I mean my thoughts are over 😂😂 I will say though, my buddie ticket was refunded at the station. Again I go back to the general audience perspective, nothing was shown as potential Buddie canon (trust me I live in tumblr and see all the comments and stuff seen from the Buddie fandom and you guys give me life🥰). I will be on the sidelines cheering if it does go canon but with KR at the helm, I don't see it happening. Yesterday's episode would have been the perfect moment or starting point of it.
I'll go back to thinking again now 🤣🤣🤣
Okay I just saw this.
But yes, I agree.
I loved that they 100% confirmed Bobby and Buck as father and son and yeah I really like that Buck finally has his parents back in his life and that they are trying to make up for the hurt they've caused him.
I agree that the Eddie losing Christopher in his coma dream was a little weird. Like Buck knows how much Eddie loves Christopher and he knows that Eddie would do everything he could to keep his son with him and if he couldn't there is no way he would've just stayed in Los Angeles while his son is in El Paso. He would've went back to be as close to him as possible.
I also agree that there should have been a separate Buck and Eddie scene, am I'm sure there 100% was but it got cut. Like not even in a buddie way but Buck and Eddie are best friends. I'm sure he would've liked to talk to his best friend alone.
I'd like to imagine that Eddie did talk to him and sit with him right after Athena left, telling him how much everyone wants him to wake up, how much Christopher misses him, how scared everyone is, and maybe even praying to a god he doesn't believe in that Buck wakes up.
Then Hen comes in and tells him that Christopher is out in the waiting room and Eddie just bolts while Hen sits with Buck and then later comes back in with Christopher.
Anyways, I really do think they filmed a scene with just Buck and Eddie but they probably needed to cut scenes cause it got too long and they decided to cut the buddie scene because they hate us and didn't want us to take it and run with it because they know we would have. So they decided to just use the one Hen, Buck, Eddie, and Christopher scene because they were emphasizing the Bobby Buck relationship in this episode.
I still hate the fact that Eddie wasn't at all shown in Buck's coma dream. Like he's a big part of Buck's family, like huge, and I think to just skip over him was really bad writing on their part.
However, to twist this in a positive way. I kinda do like that they didn't show Eddie in the coma dream because the part where Buck says he's not going back for them, he was talking about all the people in his coma dream and since Eddie wasn't there and he's a big part of Buck's real life...
Buck went back for himself and for Eddie.
#buddie#buck x eddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#christopher diaz#henrietta wilson#bobby nash#9-1-1#911 on fox#9-1-1 6x11#in another life#gem babbles#gem answers#mulgoremisgivings#ask me anything
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Watching a horror movie huddled in a blanket for Writer's Choice!
The sounds of popcorn microwaving and Julie clattering around in the kitchen echoed from the kitchen. Flynn flipped through the many movie options they had available, making snide comments under their breath from time to time. Carrie watched and waited from her chair, solidly trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in her stomach.
It’d been a while since she had been over to the Molina’s. Even longer since she’d been inside or stayed for a movie night. She’d shown up at the same time their movie nights used to always start only to be told they had to wait for the guy’s.
It wasn’t the only change. Though the rest of the changes were more subtle. Carrie pouted as she looked across the room taking them all in. The TV was newer, there were more photos on the wall, the paint had been changed.
Overall it still managed to feel like the same house but she felt wrong in it. LIke she no longer had a place in it. Which was ridiculous. Flynn and Julie both had invited her to be here, and she’d been hanging out with them and the guys more and more over the past few months.
Not that she felt any better during any of those hang outs. Constantly worried about lashing out or saying the wrong thing she always ended up stiffly pouting or glaring on the sidelines. She’s honestly surprised they kept inviting her, she couldn’t be much fun to be with.
Just when she began to think the fond nostalgic familiarity of the Molina room might help relax her, the boys loudly announced their arrival. She immediately stiffened, and caught herself striking a pose to reflect a nonchalance she didn’t feel at all.
“Movie night.” Luke and Reggie cheered as they collapsed onto the couch. Alex and Willie went to see if Julie needed help carrying the snacks. Maybe she should have thought of that.
“Oh! Hey Carrie.” Luke smiled at her as Reggie waved, both of them smiling under those puppy dog stares of theirs. She’s not sure why they always looked so happy to see her. Then he excitedly shouted toward the kitchen, “Carrie’s here!”
“Hell yeah.” Alex and Willie both shouted back. Their excitement made a little more sense. She, Alex, and Willie had all found some common ground for dance, despite their differences in training and style.
They were also the only ones other than Flynn who could keep up with her sarcasm or didn’t shy away from her snark.
“You here for movie night?” Reggie bounced in his seat close to the middle of the couch. A small space between him and where Luke leaned into the corner had to be reserved for Julie.
Which would leave almost a whole half of a couch free. Room for Alex and Willie, and possibly Flynn. A crowded couch which she probably couldn’t fit on.
Carrie’s lips pursed involuntarily, reminding herself she’d been invited and wanted and to not make assumptions.
She snapped her gaze back to Reggie, hoping the silence hadn’t been too long. His smile didn’t seem to have faltered any. “Yep,” she answered stiffly, “I guess it’s Flynn's turn to pick?”
Reggie's smile wavered at the edges, Luke dove over the side of the couch digging through the pile of blankets there. Willie cackled as they, Alex, and Julie returned from the kitchen placing their haul of snacks on the coffee table. Then they all settled into the couch almost exactly where Carrie thought they all would.
Flynn’s laugh joined Willie’s as they moved to sit in the spot between Willie and Reggie. They dodged the blanket Luke threw towards Alex, “that’s right and today we are continuing are exploration of Christmas horror films.”
Carrie’s mouth ran dry, as her grip on the arm of the chair tightened. She prayed her expression remained neutral. Then wondered what the best way to hide behind a pillow without getting caught might be as her eyes drifted to the TV, waiting for Flynn to start the movie.
And waited.
Why weren’t they starting the movie?
“Why are you still over there?” Julie’s voice drew her focus back to the couch, everyone staring at her expectantly.
Carrie’s brows furrowed, a strange warmth swelling in her chest, “there doesn’t seem to be much room.”
“So?” Luke scoffed.
Reggie shifted uncertainly in his seat like he wasn’t sure which way to go as he earnestly supplied, “we can make room.”
Alex groaned, but pressed himself further into his corner of the couch, “just let us know where you want to sit.”
Carrie hesitated, torn between old instincts and new wants. Fighting back every urge to just roll her eyes and demand she was fine on her own. She knew full well how much she hated most horror movies.
Flynn’s hand tapping the small space between herself and Reggie was what finally got her to move. An unspoken invitation and reminder how she was wanted. Reggie and Flynn were quick to move to give her as much space as they could. Though Carrie did still end up mostly cuddled into Flynn’s lap, not that she was complaining.
Reggie threw a portion of one the blankets across her lap and his as Flynn finally started the movie. Carrie honestly wouldn’t have been able to tell you what it was about. Since she had spent most of the movie hiding behind Flynn’s braids under the guise of playing with them.
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this idea came to me as i was filming a tiktok so bear with me o’er here. Also it’s 12 am so the writing is so open ended it looks like I wrote this while high or somth so yeah. (TW for implied suicide n’ shit yk)
Tsukishima met Yamaguchi when he was ten years old. Yamaguchi had been getting bullied by a group of older boys and Tsukishima had scared them away. It was meant to be a simple act of kindness and they would never speak again. But that’s not Yamaguchi.
When Tsukishima invited Yamaguchi to see his brother play in a volleyball match, both were equally exited. Tsukishima would finally get to see his brother play as the ace of Karasuno. His hopes were shattered as he saw Akuteru on the sidelines, cheering on the team from the bleachers. Tsukishima expected there to be a reasonable explanation. Maybe, it was all a simple misunderstanding. Maybe, Akuteru was just pulling another prank, making Tsukishima believe that he was lying all along. But that’s not Akuteru.
When Tsukishima joined the Karasuno volleyball team, he wasn’t expecting to put in full effort. He didn’t want his life to revolve around volleyball. He needed to i stead work on his studies. Tsukishima is a nerd who’ll head to college and become a doctor or surgeon or someone who can make his family proud. But no, that’s not Tsukishima.
And yet through it all, there was Yamaguchi. Sitting at his side. As if skating on the thinnest ice with perfect poise. A painting, colorful and mad extravagant as the stars. Yes, that is Yamaguchi.
A figure from beyond the earth. Floating above the sheer ice and dancing with the elegance of a swan. Yes, that is Yamaguchi.
But when you’re floating for so long, it’s only expected that you are to fall. And Tadashi fell hard.
Curled up on his room, hair astray and eyes red from crying. Bags under eyes from sleepless nights. Body thin from eating close to nothing each day. Yes, this was now Yamaguchi.
Tsukishima knew it wouldn’t be long before Yamaguchi were to fall into the ice for good. There were cracks and scratches surrounding his body. One wrong move and the ice would screech as an even larger crack made it’s way across the ice, the sound ringing in Tsukishimas ears long after the initial crack.
And yet Tsukishima was only steps away from Yamaguchi. His skates that he had sloppily thrown on and struggled to stand in once  adjusted.
Deep down, Tsukishima knew that there was no way to help Yamaguchi. Each step he took towards the other would send a new wave of screeches to echo through his ears as he would regain he balance. Yamaguchi was far past help now. And even if Tsukishima were to get to him, there would be no land for them to skate back to. They’ve been stuck on the thinnest ice on the planet with no help.
Because there was no lane to begin with. The ice was doomed at the start. It’s sleek appearance being a beauty no one person could turn away. Perhaps before, is Tsukishima could’ve pulled Yamaguchi off the ice before he danced.
But no. For without his skating, Yamaguchi was no longer human. He would no longer exist. This path was inevitable for the both of them, and yet it hit Tsukishima harder than anyone else.
It’s funny. The end never seems so close until right beside you. And you don’t fully process it until it’s passed.
Yes, this was Tsukishima.
Pitiful, loveless Tsukishima.
Endearing, crude Tsukishima.
Stubborn, powerless Tsukishima.
And as he felt the ice crack from beneath his skates. The pit in front of him still freezing over, Tsukishima felt relief.
Because this was Tsukishima.
For without Yamaguchi, there was none to begin with.
#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#haikyuu!!#i’m mentally unstable and i write fanfiction this is your calling#fanfic#fanfiction#love#gay men#possibly triggering#Spotify
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Love Actually (2003)
Love Actually has grown to become a bit of a modern-day Christmas staple. I can see why, but won’t be including it in my roster. With a whopping 10 different stories interwoven through its 136-minute running time, of course some of them hit. The film has its sweet moments… but are they worth sitting through all the clichés and groan-inducing, painfully predictable, been-there-done-that scenes which could’ve been left out?
Set during the five weeks leading to Christmas, the characters and stories featured include:
Rock and roll legend Billy Mack (Bill Nighy) promoting his (terrible) Christmas single at the behest of his longtime manager, Joe (Gregor Fisher).
Juliet (Keira Knightley) learning her husband's best friend, Mark (Andrew Lincoln), is in love with her days after her wedding.
Jamie (Colin Firth) who discovers his girlfriend (Sienna Guillory) is cheating on him with his brother. After exiling himself to his French cottage, he begins falling in love with his Portuguese housekeeper, Aurélia (Lúcia Moniz), despite the language barrier separating them.
Harry (Alan Rickman), who is comfortably married to Karen (Emma Thompson) but tempted by his new secretary, Mia (Heike Makatsch). He does nothing to dissuade her advances, risking everything in the process.
Karen’s brother, David (Hugh Grant), is the recently elected Prime Minister. He cannot help but notice Natalie (Marine McCuthcheon), a household staff member of 10 Downing Street. The attraction is mutual but the pressures of the office compel David to push her away.
Newly-widowed Daniel (Liam Neeson), who finds solace from his grief by helping his stepson, Sam (Thomas Sangster), win over the girl he’s fallen in love with, Joanna (Olivia Olson).
Sarah (Laura Linney), has loved her co-worker Karl (Rodrigo Santoro) for years. When she’s told the entire office knows how she feels, she finally begins to muster the courage to act upon them.
Fed up with all of his unsucessful attempts to woo women, Colin (Kris Marshall) decides - despite the protests of his best friend, Tony Abdul Salis) - to travel to America and use his British accent to pick up ladies.
John (Martin Freeman) and Judy (Joanna Page) are professional stand-ins for films in the middle of rehearsing a series of sex scenes. Delighted to find someone they can simply talk to during the long, boring stretches in which they stand around naked - without it feeling awkward - a genuine attraction develops.
The stories are tied together with knots of varying looseness. Colin is a waiter at Juliet and Peter’s wedding. On the way to the airport, Daniel and his son bump into Rufus (Rowan Atkinson), an obsessive jewellery salesman whom Harry approaches in a moment of weakness. Some people work together, or live next to each other but there isn’t much connective tissue except the overarching theme of romance and the upcoming Christmas holiday. The point is, no one in this whopper feels essential, which makes the bad stories feel worse. Colin and his quest to get laid is so awful you’re a little embarrassed for everyone involved. I kept waiting for it to spring a twist upon us but no, it plays out exactly like some fantasy a 14-year-old Brit would dream up. Nearly as terrible is the tale of Juliet, Mark and Peter (Chiwetel Ejiofor). I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. If you've been harbouring romantic feelings for years, haven’t told the person how you feel and you just watch from the sidelines, lubricating yourself with your own tears at night, you’re not sweet. You’re a creep. It’s extra awkward that Peter plays no part in this story.
Most of the other tales are charming. Daniel working through his own grief by teaching his son about life is a highlight, as are the stories featuring Colin Firth and Hugh Grant. They both have that everyman kind of charm which makes you cheer for them and have terrific chemistry with their respective love interests. I’ll even add Bill Nighy’s segment on the “Nice List”. The rest are ok but severely hampered by the number of people and plot lines we’re supposed to keep track of. Sometimes, actors and actresses are gone for so long it takes you a moment to remember what role they play in this “epic”. When a link between the stories is revealed, you’re unsure if this is new information or something you just forgot about. There’s simply too much going on. No one gets properly fleshed, leaving your mind to fill in the gaps. Luckily for you, familiarity endears you to these people because you’ve seen these scenarios a thousand times before.
As “The Ultimate Romantic Comedy”, Love Actually leaves much to be desired. The ultimate rom-com should be universal. It should contain at least one character that isn’t young, white and attractive in a major role. How about a same-sex relationship too? Maybe that was too much to ask in 2003. What should’ve been apparent - even back then - was how overstuffed with clichés this ordeal is. Every sweet love story and appealing actor is eventually shoved aside to make room for another you like much less… making this a constant back-and-forth between satisfaction and disappointment. (On DVD, December 21, 2019)
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PICTURE PEOPLE: “PALM SPRINGS WEEK END”
1942
In 1942, Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz appeared in an installment of PICTURE PEOPLE, a series produced by RKO to accompany screenings of RKO films in cinemas. Only 3 episodes are known to exist out of the 23 produced. This episode is Season 2, Number 8, released March 27, 1942.
Lucy and Desi appear in “Palm Springs Week End” directed by Clay Adams narrated by Arlene Francis.
The couple is shown biking through the Palm Springs desert on a bicycle built for two.
They stop to take photos, and naturally Lucy’s mugs for the camera.
The pair are later scene poolside at the El Mirador Hotel watching comedy diving. The hotel boasted an Olympic-size swimming pool with five diving boards, an underwater window on the pool for use by photographers, and a pool observation platform. The hotel was demolished in 1978.
The film also includes:
Michèle Morgan and Paul Henried riding horses at Rogers Ranch. The pair starred in RKO’s Joan of Paris (1942). In “The Adagio” (S1;E12 ~ 1951) Ricky imitates Henried by smoking two cigarettes at once, just a Henried did in Warner Brothers’ Now Voyager (1942) with Bette Davis.
Neil Hamilton creating a fire break by cutting down brush. Hamilton appeared with Lucille Ball in 1941′s Look Who’s Laughing for RKO.
Gail Patrick is instructed how to shoot skeet by expert Carl Bradshaw. Ball and Patrick had done two films together at RKO.
At the Racquet Club, owner Charles Farrell gives lessons to his wife, the film actress formerly known as Virginia Valli. Mr. Farrell is best remembered for “My Little Margie”, a CBS sitcom sponsored by Philip Morris that served as a summer replacement for “I Love Lucy.”
Playing checkers courtside are Gene Lockhart and his daughter June. They wave to the Farrells. In 1947, Gene Lockhart was in Columbia’s Her Husband’s Affairs with Lucille Ball. The year before, June appeared in MGM’s Easy To Wed with Ball.
On another court, a shirtless Peter Lorre plays against tennis pro Budge Patty and Bob Falkenberg. In 1942, Lorre appeared in Warner Brothers’ classic film Casablanca. Falkenberg’s movie star sister Jinx cheers him from the sidelines. She sits next to tennis champion Philip Reed. Charlie Farrell and Elyse Knox also watch the match.
Freeman Gosden (Amos and Andy) and tennis champ Joe Hunt are amused by a mugging contest between Farrell and heavyweight champion / actor Max Baer. In 1942, Baer was featured in RKO’s The Navy Comes Through.
#Palm Springs#Lucile Ball#1942#Desi Arnaz#Charles Farrell#Gene Lockhart#June Lockhart Peter Lorre#Budge Patty#Bob Falkenberg#Jinx Falkenberg#Freeman Gosden#Elyse Knox#Max Baer#Virginia Valli#Michele Morgan#Paul Henried#Neil Hamilton#Gail Patrick
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