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whiskeyandspy​:

( @decimationstarters​ ) ⚡ 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

“i’ve never been quite sure of the fanciful coffees and teas, but this toasted marshmallow is addicting.“ he stated to no one in particular, glancing about as he took a sip from his drink, smiling at whoever’s eyes he caught. “i’m not sure i can even move on to try the other flavors… but i’m determined to at least finish a menu at one of the establishments in town.” when he finally settled on someone he continued to speak to them, giving a nod in greeting before turning to address the snowmen being built. “that looks like fun, would you care to join me? i am a handyman by trade, so i’m more than my looks and personality.” thor paused and then flashed them a dazzling smile. “so some say.”

Maybe it was because he spent so many years living off of potatoes or maybe he’s always had a sweet tooth but Steve loves sweet things. It doesn’t matter what kind. Steve’s gone down the more... traditional holiday drink: sugar cookie. Drinking so much of it makes him feel a little like Santa Claus, belly full from so much sugar but he enjoys it. “I haven’t tried the toasted marshmallow actually, I usually stick with the sugar cookie. I look forward to it every year but I may have to branch out if it’s that good.” Steve chuckles a bit, taking a long sip of his own drink. He considers the offer for a long few moments, debating the pros and cons of building a snowman. Steve guesses he doesn’t see any harm in it. So he downs the rest of his drink and tosses it in the trash can that sits near them. “If we’re gonna build this snowman it’s gotta be the best one out here. -- So if those dazzling traits of yours can be put into to use in building the best snowman ever, then I think it’d be pretty useful.” 

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solsticetm​:

The dynamic they have is an interesting one. James has always viewed the two of them as friends and knows deep down that if Namor truly hated him as much as he implies, then the situation they’re in presently would be going very differently. He would have been kicked out and frankly, wouldn’t have been indulging on his mischievous behavior as much with someone else. Bucky might be a brat but also wasn’t going to go around making enemies for no reason. All he wanted was a reaction out of Namor and the scoff is certainly it. “I don’t need to mess with your fish today. It’s a new record, I somehow managed to annoy you without even doing anything.” He’ll accept this as another personal win. His expression of enjoyment quickly turns sour. “Alpine is behaved! She just likes to choose when.” He will always defend his cat since she’s like family and spoils her much like someone would their daughter. However, only rolls his eyes when he’s called a scarecrow. It hardly bothers him when comments like that are directed toward himself because maybe he also knows deep down not to take it too seriously when it comes to Namor. “Flowerhorn Cichlid … now that’s a mouthful. They’re stunning—  wait, you can pet fish? I had no idea.” This is why Bucky likes coming to see Namor so often, he always learning something new.

Namor can neither confirm nor deny if he actually hates Bucky. It certainly is something that’s for sure, now what it is? Namor doesn’t exactly know. Something about his childlike behavior seems to get under Namor’s skin but the other man is charming, he will give him that. He seems to be able to talk his way out of anything. It’s rather irritating but on the same turn it is amusing. Namor is always on his toes when Bucky is around and maybe that’s part of the enjoyment? He never knows what is going to happen next so he always must be ready. It’s almost a cat and mouse game that have going on and both seem to enjoy it, whatever it is. “Oh you’ve done plenty to annoy me, like walking into my shop.” The two talk like their old friends, as if they’ve know each other their whole lives. Part of Namor feels like he has known Bucky for much longer than a few years. It feels like decades. Maybe that’s why this thing between them is so easy to keep up because it just feels like two friends messing around. Though he’d never ever admit to thinking they may be friends. He rather never speak to Bucky again than admit such a thing out loud. “I wonder where she gets that from. I could never guess.” Namor gives Bucky a pointed look, like father like cat. Alpine misbehaves because Bucky does, much like how Niels behaves because Jim does. -- It’s nice to see that Bucky isn’t too defensive over Namor’s comments, if the truly meant them Namor would make sure it hurt. But instead they both let it slide like water on a smooth surface. “It depends on the fish truly. The more social and intelligent ones tend to enjoy a little attention now and again. I wouldn’t go sticking your hand into any random fish tank though.” Namor dips his hand into the tank to demonstrate, rubbing gently along the fish’s side. It seems content to stay in his hand for a few moments. “If you don’t poke my fish, you can pet him as well.”  

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whiskeyandspy​:

at her enthusiasm, rick raised his brows and turned to look at her, “noted.” he replied before turning to look back at the mess before them. a soft hum escaped from him as he stepped forward to assess the damage on a closer level, his head tilting at the thought and giving consideration to her words. “it’s possible, but honestly what sort of message would it be? keep your landscaper working hard?” he asked, starting out nice enough but ending on a sarcastic note. “honestly? i’ve got no clue. but if i find anything in this mess, like a motive note or something carefully crafted but obvious to whoever did this, i’ll definitely let you know.”

Lucy is close behind the stranger, following in his footsteps to see everything he’s seeing. Anything could be a potential story and with that notion in mind, Lucy pulls out her phone snapping photos of the damage before making a few notes along with it. “Hey, maybe! Could also be the first step in some big plan to take down the local government. Mess up the yard, throw them off your scent then next thing you know the city is in shambles.” Okay maybe that’s a bit extreme but no one ever knows truthfully. Besides that’s a better story than someone just ran off the road and ruined a few bushes. “Well thanks! I’m Lucy Stevens, junior reporter for the Decimation News Station. I’m always looking for a story, and you may definitely may have stumbled into something here. I may stick around, keep my eye out for something to.”

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jcnnysmxth​:

She narrowed her eyes at the phone display in the window in front of her. “Brilliant,” she breathed, tilting her head to look at it better. “I swear, technology is absolutely amazing, progressing each and every day. And it flips! How incredible is that?” she beamed

Namor has never really good with technology outside of the aquatic nature. He just has never seen a point in all of it. Instead Namor seems to ‘tsk’ as the woman, face downturned in a bit of a frown. “I see it all as unnecessary, truthfully. Beyond making a call, why must it do anything else? I don’t need someone sending me messages all day.” 

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solsticetm​:

“No surprise parties. I don’t like those either … maybe that’s the real reason why we got married.” Jim laughs softly while gently squeezing the hand in his own. They really are perfect for each other. He just prefers to be expecting something to happen instead of randomly coming home to an unknown gathering in his home … or anywhere.  The idea of someone jumping out at him would quickly become a stressful situation so it’s better for everyone if surprise partners don’t happen. They can be fun for other people but never for Jim. He doesn’t understand why people wouldn’t prefer planning anyway because then you can make an event perfect. “I’m very pleased with being your exception. I should put it on my résumé.” His expression softens while looking over at his fiancé, these are some of his favorite moments. “I was thinking that we should bring Niels in sometime. He’d love to meet all of your fish. Maybe I can bring him by after one of my shifts?” The cat is well behaved, never trying to get in any of the tanks at home. He learned to respect the fish’s space and just loves to watch from his cat tree. Jim personally thinks it’s one of the cutest things ever.

However, thinking about what to make for dinner is quite a task and didn’t think that far just yet but maybe he won’t have to tonight. “Wait, I like your idea much better! Lets pick up something on the way home. What about something from Rizzo’s? We could get one of their wood-fired pizzas.”

Namor has always been a serious man. Not one that is easily amused by things, but Jim seems to be very good at breaking all of Namor’s rules in the right way. Jim’s always brought out the best in him. Namor laughs, it’s as warm as it is fond. “Yes, exactly our hatred of surprises is surely the only reason we’re getting married.” Namor was sure he’d never find anyone who’d complete him again. Set in his ways, far too stubborn for anyone to enjoy being around him. He knows the type of man he is and he won’t go changing it for anyone. Expect Namor never had to change for Jim, he liked him just as he was in all his harsh edges and rough exterior. Not many people would even tolerate that much less love him for it but here stands Jim proud of his love with Namor, just as Namor is proud in his love for Jim. “Perhaps you should, anyone who knows me knows that is quite the feat. You should be thoroughly impressed with yourself.” Namor means it too. He’s a hard man to be around at times Namor is self aware enough to know that but his fiancé takes it in stride. The man’s face breaks out in a smile at the idea of bringing Niels into the shop. “I think that would be a wonderful idea. He’d have a field day, and it would be nice for the fish to begin to get accustomed to other types of pets.” Namor had never thought of himself as a cat person until he had met Niels. The cat is well behaved and enjoys the fish just as much as he does. The cat is content to watch the fish for hours, lounging as if it was his own personal television show. So he has no qualms with bringing the cat in. 

“Rizzo’s sounds good to me. I have to lock up a few things but would you like to order it on your phone so that we can just pick it up on the way home? No need to wait. Maybe stop and pick up a bottle of wine from the store. It would be a nice treat.” 

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solsticetm​:

Often Jim wonders what Niels would do if they brought him into the shop. He can already imagine those paws trotting along the different aisles and trying to pick which tank to stop and look at first. He’s a well behaved cat, no doubting this in the slightest and just likes to watch the aquatic animals swim around. It’s a thought to think about for another time. He often brings Niels to work so one of these days it could very well happen. These are the thoughts that cross his mind while waiting for Namor to finish closing up shop. He knows how firm his fiancé is when it comes to rules and respects that about him. The sudden sound of a door closing makes Jim look over with his smile that radiates a familiar warmth. “Surprising you continues to be one of my favorite things.” His gaze looks down at their hands fondly. While they aren’t the type for public displays of affection, this is enough to make him feel happy. This is what makes them both comfortable, so often you can catch the blond reaching out toward Namor in some way when they’re seen together. “How could you kick me out of your shop?” Jim tilts his head slightly, trying to be cute in an effort to make a point. “Well now we can go home and relax. You can tell me all about your long day while I make dinner.”

Namor can be... intense. That’s always been in his nature for as long as he can remember. He feels things with every fiber of his entire being, it doesn’t matter if that emotions is happiness, rage, passion or dedication -- everything is felt too much. While for many people it’s hard to tell that Namor is displaying any emotion at all, he’s very good at steeling his expressions. But the words that come from his mouth often give away what he’s actually feeling. So while many look at Namor’s face and don’t see joy, there is still joy under the surface when Jim comes in to surprise him. It’s a nice change to the day he’s having and Jim has always had some special power when it comes to Namor. It’s a calming effect he’s never really felt with anyone else. It brings out the best in him. “Mine as well, I think we both would benefit if you kept on surprising me. Just no surprise parties. I despise those.” The idea of a group of people jumping out at him out of no where is enough for Namor’s expression to turn sour even if it’s just for a moment. Though he lets the thought go, knowing Jim wouldn’t betray him in such a way. Instead he squeezes his hand gently as he holds his gaze. “Well if you were anyone else, quite easily. But you are very good at being my one exception.” Jim’s point is well taken by Namor, making him exhale a near laugh as Jim lays it on thick. “What’s on the menu tonight? I was actually thinking maybe we just pick something up tonight so we don’t have to worry about clean up and just relax on the couch this evening.” 

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starxlightx​:

as soon as he’d heard his best friend’s voice, rj perked up. of course she’d figure out some way to get into the station. he swore she was some kind of genius. a laugh rose to his chest as he bit the carrot stick with a loud snap. “suit yourself!” the long shift of the day was easily worn away by her company. he rolled his eyes playfully at her teasing, leaning back in his chair. a quip hot on his tongue before she’d offered up an alternative lunch choice for him. “have i ever told you how much i love you?” he responded as quickly as he reached over to grab the food. he’d always had a habit of eating ravenously, as if he never knew when he would eat again. he didn’t know where it came from but it was a habit he couldn’t seem to break. “looking for a story?” he asked in between bites, food very much so in his mouth as he spoke without care. 

“Oh I will! Carrots and I do not get along. Especially little ones, why would I want to eat something with the name baby in it? Gross.” She grins as she settles across from her friend. Her legs crossing under her as she sits in the stiff chair of the little cafeteria. “Mmmm... maybe once or twice but I don’t think I hear it enough.” She laughs softly, tucking into her own lunch, she takes a few small bites before glancing over at her friend. He’s always talked with his mouth full, a habit that makes Lucy fondly roll her eyes. “Can’t a girl just come visit her best friend at work without ulterior motives?” In most cases, probably but this is Lucy after all. She’s always sniffing around for a story, waiting to make her big break. “Alright okay, maybe I am. So what happened today? Anything dramatic? Life altering? What’s the inside scoop?” 

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solsticetm​:

The Barnes family has always been part of the upper-middle class. Maybe this is why they were so easily able to pack everything up and just relocate to Moscow like it was nothing. He never thought anything of it growing up but after getting older started to appreciate all the opportunities that came with who his parents are. However, just because you have money doesn’t mean that you’re better than anyone else. This was the last thing that James was taught by his mother — now, keeping it close to his heart and everything  else that he can remember about her. Maybe this isn’t the time or place for the Russian to start thinking about such things. His mind drifts back to Steve. They couldn’t be more different sometimes and yet seemingly fit together like two puzzle pieces. All of their habits rubbing off on each other the more they got to know each other after leaving the Army. Bucky set up some shoe racks by the door way — the top has their slippers and the bottom can be used for their dirty shoes from outside. He really doesn’t like mud or anything being dragged through the home. His mother didn’t like it very much after adapting the custom after they’ve been in Moscow for several years. He was still little and just looked at her and mimicked her behavior and it just stuck. This eventually rubbed off on Steve too and now they both take off their footwear when coming home or going to see a friend. “I don’t think cute is used to describe me often. You know back in Moscow people called me a brat?” James smiles as Steve holds his chin. “Ты мужчи́на мое́й мечты́. I don’t notice if anyone else is tryin’ because all I’m thinking about is you.” It could be so easy to lean in and just kiss him but refrains for now. “I didn’t help as much as I should have but you have to admit that you liked the view.” He teasingly nudges his husband’s side, laughing a little while he finishes enjoying the chocolate treat before putting it away.

“I’m thinking about making Rassolnik. We still have some carrots and barley at home but I have to pick up everything else. Will you hold the basket for me?” The man asks while they’re moving toward the front entrance of the grocery store again. It brings him a sense of pride at how much Steve loves his cooking — always making extra so there’s leftovers for him to take to work or eat the next day. “Next time we talk to them over FaceTime we’ll have to bring up the idea. I know coming here will take some planning but having them around for one of the holidays would be really nice. Maybe for Thanksgiving or New Years?” He gives the hand in his own a gentle squeeze before stepping into the building. These are all just ideas, of course. His father and sister can put in some input for when would best work for their schedules. No matter when it happened, the thought excites him. James is talking to himself, whispering different ingredients that they need. “Beef … baby pickles … celery …” Trailing off to being silent again and finishing the list in his head.

Translation: You are the man of my dreams.

Bucky and Steve had come from entirely different backgrounds. It was easy to see that, especially for Steve when they visited Bucky’s family for the first time in Russia. It was comfortable living and Steve was happy for Bucky. Steve has never been the type of man to be jealous over that sort of thing, no need to sit and wish that he had money growing up because despite it all, Steve enjoyed his upbringing. He was a big momma’s boy and often got picked on because of that but he wouldn’t change a thing. He adored the life that his mother tried to hard to provide for him. She worked herself to the bone and as he grew older the more he realized. He wishes now that his mom could be here, she would have adored Bucky, he just knows it. And she would have been so excited at the prospect of having grandchildren. But he knows most of all she’d be proud of him for making a life for himself. He doubts she would have been all that happy with him joining the army but seeing now that he’s an art teacher she would have let that little bit slide. Steve has to wonder if Bucky thinks the same of his mother, wishing she were here to see the life they were building. But Steve won’t think too much more about it, he doesn’t want to sour the mood with such sad thoughts. Instead he focuses in back on his husband. “Mm, you know I think I can actually see that. Little Bucky running around causing all sorts of problems for the neighborhood. Getting into enough trouble for all the kids in Moscow.” Steve teases, a grin spread wide over his face. He can see it already, their kids picking up Bucky’s attitude and running the neighborhood like they owned that place. The thought almost makes him laugh. “You’re gonna have to tell me what you said there, ‘cause you know I’m still working on my Russian. All I caught was man.” Steve tugs playfully on the sleeve of Bucky’s jacket a from of begging him to tell him what sort of sweet thing he’s saying. But he can’t deny that Bucky is right he did enjoy the view. “I guess you just got real lucky that you’re so pretty and that I’m a sucker for anything you do.”  Why deny that Bucky has him wrapped around his finger. 

“That sounds so good, you know I like anything you make but something warm sounds pretty good since we’ve been standing outside in the cold so long. -- ‘course I’ll hold the basket. That is my job after all you’re the cook here.” Steve’s always enjoyed Bucky’s cooking. His husband is a far better cook than Steve could ever be. So he’s content with holding the basket and washing the dishes if it means he can eat Bucky’s cooking for the rest of his life and never be subjected to his own cooking ever again. “New Years might be a fun holiday for them to come. It would be fun to break out the champagne and hopefully we can show them around town while all the Christmas lights are still up. We got plenty of room for them both to stay with us, I think it’ll be real nice.”  Despite not having any family of his own to invite for the holidays Steve is still excited. He was welcomed by the Barnes with open arms and thinks of them too as his family. So he’s just excited that they’ll have another little reunion within the next month or so. It’ll be real nice to see them again. Steve can’t help but laugh a bit though, finding Bucky’s habits endearing. He wishes he could help with the list but he’s got no idea what sort of ingredients go into the  Rassolnik. 

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starxlightx​:

closed starter for @gardenscfbabylon​ { rj boyle & lucy stevens }

rj walks back into the station, heading straight to the kitchen to grab his lunch. he’d worked an overnight shift and was in desperate need of a break. grabbing the handle of the fridge he swung it open, taking out his poor excuse for a lunch bag. he wasn’t necessarily one for meal prepping and it showed. but hey who doesn’t love a good ol’ peanut butter sandwich and a side of carrot sticks? he sat at the station’s table and began eating his lunch while the rest of the crew dispersed to do their own thing. hearing footsteps approaching as he ate he picked out a carrot and held it up, assuming it was another crewmate trying to pick at his lunch. “want a bite?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm. 

So the station isn’t really open to the public, but Lucy has her ways. In her own mind she thinks she can charm off the pants of anyone but truly it’s probably just annoyance. But whatever it is, it works. This time it was a little bribery, she brought a few extra tacos from the taco truck from up the street to make her way through the station. She carries only one extra taco, saved for one of her favorite people in the whole world, who she sees dead ahead. She’s planning on sneaking up on him but RJ is always too quick for her. “Bleck, no.” Lucy laughs a bit. “That does not look good, RJ.” The girl teasing as she sits across from her friend. “You’re so lucky you have a friend like me.” As she speaks, Lucy hands over her extra taco so that RJ has a little something better to eat. “Just how you like it too. Now you owe me.” 

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solsticetm​:

CLOSED STARTER FOR: Namor McKenzie / @gardenscfbabylon​ WHERE: Atlantis: Aquatic Pet Shop and Supplies 

How often do their schedules align so they’re going home at the same time? Jim decided to surprise Namor and stop by Atlantis along the way. He knows they’re about to close so it’s expected for the shop to be nearly empty by now. The idea was to try being sneaky but his boots against the floor make just enough noise to alert his fiancé that someone just walked in. He admits the fish for a moment before looking ahead of him with that signature warm smile. “It’s just me …” The blond leans against the counter, being patient until the other man comes out. “I missed you so much that I couldn’t wait until we both got home.”

A stickler for rules is something Namor has always been. So when there’s a closed sign hanging on the door he expects people to respect it. The squeak of shoes gives whoever it is away and Namor closes his eyes taking in an irritated breath. He was nearly finished closing up and of course he’ll have to disturb things to help this costumer. Just when Namor was about to come out and greet them, Namor recognizes the voice that calls out him. A smile graces his lips and he’s already beginning to relax. Namor knows that Jim will let him finish up with closing and not rush him into anything. So he takes his time, and finishes mopping up the back room floor and making sure the lights are off as he exits the room locking it behind him. “This is a pleasant surprise.” He greets, walking over to Jim. He stands across the counter from him, placing his hand gingerly over Jim’s. They aren’t much for public displays of affection but Namor knows that Jim knows this. “Do you know how angry I was that someone walked into my shop when my door says closed?” The man gives him a pointed look. “You’re lucky I like having you around or else I would have swiftly kicked you out of my shop.” It’s the truth and they both know it. “However, I missed you too. It’s been a long day.” 

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solsticetm​:

Bucky is called a brat for good reason. He tries to behave as adults are expected to but his attitude and playful side coms out most often when spending time with Namor. It’s so easy to get under his skin! “Aw, come on! What if I just wanted to say hello because I was in the neighborhood?” He’s used to this reaction, not bothered at all. He takes another step into the shop. “I won’t annoy the fish this time, you have my word. My fingers are staying away from the glass today.” His expression still showing off the same joyous grin. The temptation remains but there will always be more ways to mess with his friend. “I don’t know how my cat would react to having fish in the house. She’s more of a brat than me.” James looks around at the different tanks and the aquatic animals swimming around in the meantime. “Are these new?” He asks while pointing to one of the aquariums. Which will probably cause Namor to start telling him all about them, huh?

Namor’s arms cross over his broad chest, clearly standing his ground. He won’t have some annoying man parade around his shop and attempt to annoy him when he’s got a job that needs to be done. “I do not believe you. You would never come in here to simply just say hello, you always have some sort of hidden agenda. I know you.” Eyes narrow at the man, he feels like he’s got to parent a grown man as he walks through his shop. “You expect me to trust you? If that is your way of getting me to return to the back so that you can harass my fish it’s a sad attempt. I thought you could be better than that then some measly promises.” The man scoffs in Bucky’s face, his expression the exact opposite of Bucky’s excited grin. That grin alone gets right under Namor’s skin and Bucky must know it. “Then I will not sell any fish to you. Nor any other animals, I don’t like you. At least my cat as the decency to behave.” It was Namor’s plan to go back behind the counter and look though a few things but when Bucky points out his new additions, there’s a blink and you miss it smile on his face. “It seems the scarecrow does have a brain. Yes, those are new.” Namor makes his way over, crouching eagerly to gaze at his face. “Flowerhorn Cichlid. They’ve all got beautiful coloring, some of the most unique there is. They’ve also got the personality to match, they’re highly intelligent. They very responsive and I’ve found that often times they enjoy getting a few pets here and there. Though they’re terrible with other fish outside of their species.” 

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multiistm​:

        fingers tighten ‘round the body of her coffee cup,   lipstick marking the lid when she pulls it from her lips.   her attention is solely fixed on her phone,   thumb absentmindedly scrolling through her various social media feeds.   the bell above the door sounds,   pulling the redhead from her thoughts.   holding back a slightly irritated sigh,   she pulls her pen and notepad from the pocket of her coffee-stained apron and crosses the diner floor,   her customer service smile spreading across painted brims,   “howdy!   ‘m cherry ‘n i’ll be your waitress this evenin’!   now,   what can i do y’for,   doll?”

Namor usually isn’t one for gimmicks. This diner seems to be exactly that, a gimmicky 50′s sort of stuck in time diner. Most of the time Namor would skip over this restaurant and move along until he found something tolerable. The problem being his feet are beginning to drag, a sign that he’s crashing. It’s in the middle of the day and exhaustion is settling in. He’s desperate for caffeine. So here he is, sitting down in some sticky booth. Now he’s just irritated, of course this place out be sticky. So Namor sighs a bit looking at his waitress, eyes narrowing. “Black coffee, and hold the pet names.” The man only touches the menu to return it to the woman, clear he’s only here for one thing.

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STATUS: closed CHARACTER: @solsticetm​ / bucky barnes LOCATION: atlantis: aquatic pet shop and supplies 

Namor is in the back of the shop when he hears the bell above the door go off. He doesn’t greet from the back, he finds it rude. So instead he tells his fish that he’ll be back in a few minutes before exiting the back room. He’s prepared to greet the costumer until he sees who it is. Annoyance is clear on his face already. “No, no. I don’t have time for you today. Get out.” He waves his hand towards the clear front door, wanting nothing more to shoo Bucky out of his shop. “You do nothing but irritate my fish, they do not want you here and neither do I.” Namor is protective over his shop and he’s met five year olds who are more well behaved than Bucky is. “Unless you’re actually hear to purchase something, you are not welcome here.” 

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━━ ◤ ( THE TASTE OF SALT WATER, A RIGHTEOUS ANGER, FISH SCALES AND OCEAN BLUE ) welcome, NAMOR MCKENZIE, HE/HIM. before you move in, tell us what you remember: REJECTING A SEAT ON THE COUNCIL FOR KRAKOA AT THE HELLFIRE GALA. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live STARLING HEIGHTS APARTMENTS with JIM HAMMOND, and your new job as OWNER OF ATLANTIS: YOUR DESTINATION FOR AQUATIC PETS is waiting for you to begin. ( MARVEL/DANIEL HENNEY )

━━ ◤ ( SCROLL ) : You have forgotten who you are, you who commands the seas. The oceans quake in your view, your kingdom is a city thought to be lost. You are a terror, a friend and an enemy. You do not take prisoners and you are of the royalist of bloods. You are a king, do not forget it again. But even kings have experiences horrors that no one else understands, your hands are stained with red that not even the deep depths of the ocean can wash away. 

THE BASICS

NAME: Namor Mckenzie

NICKNAMES: None. 

BIRTHDAY: February 22nd 1916

AGE: 105

PRONOUNS: he/him

LAST KNOWN MEMORY: rejecting a seat on the council for krakoa at the hellfire gala

ORIGINATION: marvel (comics)

FACECLAIM: daniel henney

THE DETAILS

FAMILY: Jim Hammond (fiancé), Fen (mother, deceased), Leonard McKenzie (father, deceased), Lawrence McKenzie (half brother), Kamar McKenzie (son, deceased), 

THREE FAVORITE THINGS: morning swims, pineapple pizza, talking intensely about fish 

SKILLS: mutant/atlantean physiology, amphibious physiological adaptation, superhuman strength, superhuman speed, superhuman stamina, superhuman agility, superhuman reflexes, superhuman durability, aquatic healing, radiation absorption, extended longevity, underwater breathing, aquatic telepathy, electrolocation augmented, vision super, hearing flight, atmokinesis, hydrokinesis, aquatic life mimicry, expert combatant, bold diplomat, expert tactician, multilingual (all languages), skilled engineer, talented business executive

HEADCANONS:1. Namor suffers with PTSD, it’s something he’s working hard to grapple with but it’s a challenge for him. With this, Namor suffers from insomnia. He tends to sleep only a few hours a night and relies heavily on caffeine. 2. He’s the owner of his own aquatic pet and supply store named Atlantis. Namor is very intense about his job, he cares about every single pebble in his shop and will intensely explain this adoration for ocean life if asked about (and sometimes even when he’s not asked) 3. Namor is a bit of a no nonsense kind of guy. He’s the type to tell it to your face and not be upset if he hurts your feelings. 

WHAT THEY’RE PLANNING TO DO IN DECIMATION: Namor moved for one reason and one reason only, to spread the joy of aquatic life. Namor moved around 13 years ago to Decimation after the passing of his family. He had been an ocean lover, a man who was caught every day at the beach but after the passing of his family it was a challenge for him to find hope again. The one thing that still brought him joy? The life that brimmed in the waters of his feet. It took him a long time to realize that many landlocked states don’t have the joy of the oceans, so Namor decided to move and make his own empire. So Namor is enjoying his time with his fiance Jim Hammond and plans on continuing his new life here. 

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solsticetm​:

There were a lot of compromises being made after they got married. One of the major ones they made revolved around food. Who would have thought the biggest debate you’d have as newlyweds would be over mayonnaise and sour cream? James grew up in Russia where those were two of the biggest staples in your household. His husband doesn’t like the condiments so they needed to come together and figure something out. Bucky won’t cook as many dishes each week that incorporate them but in return Steve will eat what he prepares on those days. They teach each other about their culture. He remembers trying to adjust to the larger portion sizes in America but sharing a large slurpee with Steve wasn’t going to happen. Bucky ended up getting his own that was a much smaller size. They were opposites in many ways but fit together like two puzzle pieces. He remembers the conversation they had once in the barracks, it must have been a test. Inquiring about his interest in having children someday. Bucky said yes and this must have been the correct answer considering that they were still together to this day. James simply smiles, always finding enjoyment in being spoiled. Nobody has ever made him feel this way before Steve came into his life. “You think everything I do is cute.”  Gently teasing but the playful grin decorating his face is obvious that he doesn’t mean anything negative by the words. “You’re the first person to ever spoil me and I cherish each moment you do.” What brought on their sappy moods today? He won’t question it but quickly laughter is spilling out of his lips. He remembers sitting in front of the biggest pile of potatoes and the worst peeler. James tries to hold in additional chuckles when Steve leans his head against his shoulder. “How many hours did we spend in that little room? It gave us alone time away from everyone else though, so maybe they were good for one thing.” He doesn’t interrupt the dramatics, knowing that the younger man often does this. Another piece of chocolate is broken off, eating it quietly while watching as Steve suggests going back inside. “Only if you promise not to spend another half hour talking to someone. Maybe I could pick up some ingredients to make soup for dinner tomorrow? I’m thinking Rassolnik unless you have any requests?” Often James takes out the largest pot they own, making a lot since his husband likes to have several servings. He’s just happy that Steve likes his cooking. He wraps up the other half of the chocolate bar, putting it into the pocket of his jacket for safe keeping until later. “It has been too long. Truthfully I’d love to bring them here for a visit. My sister has never been to America.” He reaches for Steve’s hand, beginning to head back inside of the store.

Steve had learned from a young age to make compromises. Growing up with barely a quarter in his pocket, he learned to give up things that he knew he didn’t need. So when it came to marriage it wasn’t a challenge for him to make deals with his husband. Steve thinks they were creative in the way they solved their problems, Bucky add less mayo to thinks and Steve is more than happy to eat many plates of Bucky’s amazing home cooking. Steve learned to take his shoes off when entering the home and Bucky got used to Steve always having a record playing in the background. There was nothing big they had to give up though, it was all little habits that became easy to live with, became things that he fell in love with. Steve loved learning all the little quirks that Bucky has. After Bucky’s accident, Steve retired to take care of his boyfriend, and that’s where they learned so much about each other. People are different in war, so taking time to learn him while being civilians again was a change of pace that Steve really enjoyed. It felt like falling in love all over again, picking out sheets for their bed -- painting abstract art to hang on the walls. Any little thing, Steve found himself just falling all over again for the amazing man that Bucky is. He’ll forever be a smitten school boy, any chance he gets gushing about his husband to anyone who listens. Sometimes that person he’s gushing to is Bucky himself. Praise pouring from his mouth whenever Bucky is ear shot because he just likes the way Bucky gets when he’s complimented. “And so what if I do? I can’t help it when you’re so damn cute.” Steve’s hand reaches up, his thumb pressing into that sweet dimple as he holds his chin so that Bucky stays looking at him. “There better be no one else tryin’ to spoil you. I got out of the fighting game but I’ll get right back in it if I’ve got to teach someone a lesson.” The man teases, grinning as he stays pressed into Bucky’s shoulders. Those potatoes still give him nightmares. He couldn’t eat potatoes for the longest time until Bucky started cooking them up. “The only thing about peeling those potatoes was getting to spend time with you. ‘s how we really got to know each other. -- But ‘s not like you helped anyways. Always sitting there looking pretty while I did the dirty work.” Steve teasingly pinches Bucky’s side as he finally straightens up. Watching as his husband enjoys his treat. “I promise I won’t talk anyone’s ear off. You have my work ‘n you know I keep that.” Winking at him before perking up at the idea of soup. He could put away a gallon of Bucky’s sop and still want to eat more. “That sounds amazing, it’s getting cold enough for you to finally break out all those good soup recipes.” Steve waits until the chocolate is safe and tucked waya before taking his husband’s hand. “I’d love them both to come. We have plenty of room for them both and having them around the holidays would be really fun. You know I’m always up for learning more traditions.” Steve gives his hand a reassuring squeeze and holds open the door for Bucky with his free hand. 

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“huh,“ rick huffed, rolling his shoulders back as he squinted off towards the front lawn of the courthouse and law offices. “well that’s different.” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before placing his hands onto his hips. to him, someone toppled a tree and then attempted to run it over. “i mean, it’s a government building so i can’t be mad, but i’m also the hired landscaper so i’m pretty damn mad.” he paused and turned to make sure whoever had walked up was still there and he wasn’t just talking to himself. “anyway, hope you enjoy the show while i try to figure this out.”

Decimation was a pretty quiet town, which in retrospect is pretty boring for someone who’s always looking for a scoop like Lucy is. So when there’s something going wrong in town, everyone should know that Lucy will be there recording everything she can. This situation is no different. “Oh, I’ll enjoy it for sure.” Her voice is cheery, seemingly pleased by the situation. “What do you think happened? You think this is a message for the courthouse? Or someone trying to make a point?” Lucy’s always gotta think up some theory or reasoning behind even the simplest of accidents.