#all stars betches

[somuchyoudontknow]

Hello Sophia,

I’ve been curious about any relationships and linkages between SMA title, Alba and Jinx. Finally, I’ve managed to discover Chris’ influencer profile on one marketing platform (note: Carbons Dating The Web estimated creation date: 2023-06-01).

There are some interesting facts and figures in the case study:

Premium US dog superfood brand, Jinx is redefining dog nutrition and is sold at Walmart stores across the country. Its audience are 71% female, typically single or married and aged in their thirties. English-speaking, Jinx’s followers are 84% US-based, with India, The Philippines, Indonesia and Brazil as secondary markets. Top cities for its customers include New York, LA, San Francisco and Chicago.

Looking at celebrity influences, Chris Evans does not appear in the list.

Media-wise, Buzzfeed, Betches Media, The New York Times, HGTV, The New Yorker, People Magazine, Vice and Bon Appetit come out on top for consumption.

Chris’ audience is 67% female, typically single and aged 25-34. English-speaking, his followers are typically based in the US, with Brazil, India, Italy and Mexico as other territories. Top cities include São Paulo, New York and LA. On basic demographics, Chris Evans and Jinx are rather well matched, particularly if the brand is hoping to reach a slightly younger customer base.

Diving into likes and interests, Film & TV rank highly, as well as music, dance, sport, college, poetry, Mexican food and spirituality. Pets is present, with 1.5% of the share, which is 1.3x the platform average, putting Chris Evan’s profile in the top 20% of all Instagram accounts for pets.

Looking at media consumption, Buzzfeed, BBC, CNN, 9GAG, New York Times, TIME Magazine, The New Yorker, GQ and Hugo Gloss dominate. Crucially, Jinx isn’t listed as one of Chris Evan’s follower’s main brand affinities. Instead, the likes of Marvel, Disney, NASA, Starbucks, Google, PlayStation and Sephora lead. That being said, no other pet food brand appears.

It is important to note that Chris Evans is one of a few celebrity investors in Jinx. However, he is still quite an organic brand ambassador, being known for his relationship with his dog. Overall, it’s a smart match for brand and talent that taps into authentic interests and with the addition of Evans as creative director for campaigns, it appears to be a more substantial collaboration than a simple awareness-based sponsorship.

November 2020 – Chris followed Alba.

16 November 2021 – Pooch loving celebs Trevor Noah, Chris Evans, NFL star Odell Beckham Jr. and CAA co-founder Michael Ovitz are among the latest high-profile investors in Jinx.

PageSix: Chris Evans and more A-listers invest in healthy dog food brand.

2022

9 March – Pet Age: Walmart Partnership Expands Distribution of Premium Dog Food Brand Jinx.

10 March – Pet Product News: Jinx Pet Food Now Available at Walmart.

21 May – People Mag: Chris Evans celebrates National Rescue Dog Day with adorable photo of himself and pet Dodger.

2 June – Buzzfeed announces Puppy interview.

18 June – Buzzfeed releases Puppy interview.

24 June – Alba’s first like in 2022 (iPhone post).

15 July – Laser focused interview.

16 July – Chris liked Alba’s MHGP post.

17 July – JustJared, Daily Mail and Buzzfeed report Chris Evans is laser focused on finding a partner (no mention of Alba).

18 July – People Mag: Chris Evans Says He's 'Laser-Focused on Finding a Partner' to Spend His Life With.

20 July – Chris’ Dating Poll by Buzzfeed.

27 July – Entertainment Tonight meet Chris Evans' 'Long-Term Partner': His Adorable Dog Dodger!

Forbes: Chris Evans Partners With Jinx Premium Dog Food.

Adweek: Chris is Future Jinx Ad Star.

CNN: Talking dog parenting with Chris Evans.

People: Chris Evans Says His Pet Dodger Is 'a Cut Above the Average Dog,' But Admits 'I'm Probably Biased'.

26 August – People Mag: Chris Evans Celebrates National Dog Day with Pup Dodger: 'In My House, Every Day.

27 August – E! news tweet: When Captain America found his perfect sidekick. ❤️ Happy #InternationalDogDay to Chris Evans & Dodger.

October – Alba deactivated her IG account.

6 October – People mag: the actor and his beloved rescue dog Dodger star in a new ad spot for dog food company Jinx.

11 October – Alba reactivated her account. Chris liked 2 WN posts.

7 November – SMA announcement on Monday's The Late Show With Stephen Colbert.

Chris Evans Is PEOPLE's 2022 Sexiest Man Alive.

Entertainment Tonight: Chris Evans Reacted to Getting 'People' Magazine's 2022 Sexiest Man Alive (editor Julie Jordan: “If he is dating someone he will talk about it or you will see him with the person”.

10 November – People: Chris Evans Is Dating Actress Alba Baptista: 'It's Serious,' Says Source — He's 'Never Been Happier'.

OK! Mag: Chris Evans & Actress Alba Baptista's Relationship Confirmed Months After Packing On The PDA At 'Super Affectionate' Date Night.

PageSix: Chris Evans and girlfriend Alba Baptista hold hands in first PDA photos.

12 November – Daily Mail: 'World's Sexiest Man' Chris Evans, 41, is seen holding hands with Alba Baptista, 25, for the FIRST time on a romantic stroll in Central Park.

E! News: Chris Evans & Alba Baptista Confirm Romance With PDA Stroll.

14 November – E! News tweet: The strongest bond in the universe (Dodger).

10 December – Alba deactivated her IG account.

2023

10 March – Alba reactivated her IG account.

18 April – Alba at Ghosted Premiere in NY.

26 April – People: Jinx to bring "The Dog Dream Box" to dog lovers nationwide.

28 April – Pet Food Processing: To celebrate Pet Month in May, Jinx launched a new limited-edition “The Dog Dream Box” collaboration with celebrity Chris Evans, brand ambassador at Jinx, and his dog Dodger.

J2 June – 40/29 News: 2023 Walmart Associates' Celebration.

[alyjojo]

Past Life 🪡 Karmic Spread January 2024 - Capricorn

Gender I’m Picking Up On (in the past life): Young male, late teens…could be female now, or a more feminine energy of male, very humble, a softer personality, could be “the woman” in a male dominated profession, either way women like you 💯

Who You Were: The Fool

What You Did: 4 Cups & Knight of Wands

How It Ended: 9 Wands

What Karma Was Brought With You: 10 Pentacles, 9 Pentacles & Wheel of Fortune rev

Who You Brought With You: Queen of Cups

Additional energy: 7 Pentacles & Judgement

Character Card (present): The Smith

Past Life Oracle: Atlantis (past), Orphan & Medicine Man/Woman (present)

Dreaming Way: Lady & Ring (past)

Charm:

Alice 🐇 on Knight of Wands

Star ⭐️ on Atlantis

Angel Wing 🪽 on Wheel of Fortune rev

Spiderweb 🕸️ and Fox 🦊 on Queen of Cups

Your mother was a whoooore 🎶 What a great way to start a reading. I don’t feel bad, you shouldn’t either, because she was a cruel betch, not warm, loving, or nurturing whatsoever and there were always strange men around that threatened, intimidated, or tried to/would put their hands on you, smack you around, act like your boss. One in particular called you “boy” with such disdain, you hated this one the most, he was probably abusive to you if/when he had the chance, which I don’t get being a lot, but he wasn’t the only one either. You never could feel secure in your own home. She’s the reason you were how you were, and for why this all happened how it did. I get no mention of a father. Finding a location took a minute, I kept getting hot, dry, desert 🏜️ and longing for the sea, that’s what Atlantis is for you. Naturally I looked at Africa, heard “Middle East” it’s closer to there, and from the map, Sudan is what stands out to me most - I felt the *ding ding* How else do I explain these things idk, it’s the ding ding, got it 😆

Sudan matches the vibe, and is close enough to the sea to be possible for you to get to, enough for a young boy with no fear whatsoever to attempt a “jailbreak” is what I heard, journeying across the desert, how I’m not sure. Horse? You were a “petulant” young boy, rebellious in every way, you had no respect or consideration for your elders (you had no reason to be 💯) You probably had a mouth on you and got into tussles with shitty men on more than one occasion. Probably your mother too. You were seen as disrespectful and ornery, but I don’t get you were, you were an adventurous & excitable young man that was ready to break free from hell. You knew better, and you’d do better, you just had to get tf out of there. The sea was some built up dream of yours, where everything would be better, it was your escape plan, your light in the dark, your Star ⭐️

You died young. There is a particular event surrounding the death, an argument, an explosion of temper, possibly from you, and you acted immediately to set off on this journey, running away more or less. I had to ask if this death was related to dehydration or vengeance, and I got your mother. Wherever you went, one of her lovers followed, and caught up after you had stopped to rest, sleep, I keep seeing water 💦 being highlighted, it’s possible as dehydration was setting in you got weaker. How many days does it take to cross a desert? It feels underestimated. You may have forgot water, The Fool can be very forgetful, he just acts, and being unprepared or spontaneous is how you’re described here. Or you had one jug but still not enough, it plays a role in this. This person, again I see the one you hate the most, or one of them, he overtook you by force and ended it. This version of Strength comes out to show one man choking another, ready to beat him in the head with a club, I’m getting this card has come out for that reason. Brute force. He was much bigger and stronger, scary even, probably why you ran. You told him off first. A very cruel ending. Had you snuck off quietly & better prepared, it may have gone differently.

Now with this life…you’ve brought your mother. She’s still your mother. Technically. I do get you being more female, but I can’t pinpoint it, you could be gender fluid, or look one way but act another. Possibly lgbtq or just “tomboy”, I’m getting it’s not related so it’s not important, moving on. Your mother is still cruel, but she comes up as Queen of Cups, loving & kind on the surface, with webs of lies, deceit, cunning trickery and bs. She can’t function like normal people do, she’s a class A manipulator and getting away from her was the best thing that ever happened *for* you, but I get you don’t see it that way and The Hanged Man shows you needing some perspective on this “disaster” with her. I also felt she’s coming up as Queen of Cups to show she’s nothing like you, you may get compared to her a lot and it pisses you off, because you’re not. Or the things you share are what’s positive, you may both be beautiful or have pretty eyes/hair, something that doesn’t *really* matter but it gets under your skin to be compared to. She has heavy Cancer energy attached to her, that could be the case or it’s just your opposite generally and the sign doesn’t matter. Orphan has come out for you as well, I don’t know if you are one from birth, or if she left, but I do get her not being able to “handle” life generally, and not really caring about her actions, she’s emotionally cold. And if she acts otherwise, it’s all a lie, she wears a mask. Web of lies.

Wheel of Fortune rev shows this event of her leaving you (I assume that’s what it is), as a major turning point in your life, or it plays a defining role in your character, memories, life as a whole. A negative one, possibly the worst thing that ever happened to you. Angel Wing 🪽is here as a message from Spirit that they were with you all along, this was divinely guided, and though it feels like a terrible thing, it’s your freedom. Your Star ⭐️ You wanted to be away from her so badly in the past life, you not being with her in this life is more a gift to you, and karma for her. She doesn’t deserve you 🙏 Still. She never did, she’s selfish and deceitful, manipulative and uses people to her own benefit, that would cause you much more harm than any benefits you hope she may bring - she’s just not that person. There’s a note here on the bottom that either one of you are resistant to a new start, probably her, or if there is another life to come - you won’t ever have to see her again, and that’s this ultimate Justice you’re waiting for. Waiting for a sign that she’s received her Justice, she has. Maybe she’s waiting for a sign from you that you may come around again, and you won’t. I get this Justice is unseen, you can’t know for sure, you just have to have faith because you’ve gotten what you need on a very deep soul level, and will continue to. Spirit has your back 💚

Separately the last two cards, The Smith shows your career being something that takes intense focus and attention to detail, there’s a note about you overthinking something, needing to act more and think less, you may sabotage yourself in this way. Always wanting to be prepared is a lesson learned, but it needs more balance. Yes and no, because you can’t always be 100% sure. Sometimes you need faith. There’s also a message from spirit regarding this Medicine Man/Woman, this could be a nurse? Doctor. A healer. Someone in pharmaceuticals idk. That could be you too. It’s meant to be, that’s all they say. There’s also an ex, and a new person. Disconnecting from an ex is the right thing, The Lovers rev, Queen of Wands & victory, new love is with them, could be a fire sign or just someone you find very attractive, pulled towards, it *feels* right to you, because it is 💯 There may be some kind of scandal surrounding this or you constantly question if it’s the right thing, is it just attraction, Spirit is saying yes it is the right thing - wherever/however that applies, Ace of Cups is new love, it’s genuine.

[toaster-with-a-wifi-router]

Heyy woah what the fuck it's an actual

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Now with a DNI list!

You know who you are. Blogs dedicated to troubled media (for example, TCOAAL), Nazis, TERFS, etc. will be blocked on any interaction. You have been warned.

Anyway moving on.

Turns out Toasters like some things. Who woulda knew?

List (of course) will be updated periodically. Golden stars represents how insane i am for that particular piece of media

☆~◇The stuff that fuels my evergrowing brain rot◇~☆

SS13 ☆☆☆☆☆

ULTRAKILL ☆☆

Rainworld

Signalis

Baldurs Gate 3

Lethal Company

Rimworld ☆

Team fortress 2

Titanfall 2

Dungeon Meshi ☆

MOTHS ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Warhammer 40k. PURITY OF STEEL, BETCH

Risk of Rain 2

Good Omens

Lancer TTRPG ☆

Doctor Who ☆

Bee and Puppycat ☆

Cult of the Lamb ☆

Rainworld reblogs go to my side blog, @toaster-without-a-wifi-router, everything else is dumped in an unorganized mess here

Shitty Laptop: a Saga

What the current state of my rapidly dying laptop is:

Battery refuses to charge

Fans are skew and sometines clip the inside casing

THERMAL THROTTLING

Trackpad unresponsive (Fixed)

Denting of the keyboard (Fixed (with help of the Gnome))

GPU unresponsive on sensors

Random unexplained bluescreens (long running issue)

It's a fucking Dell + Alienware laptop (Terminal, cannot be fixed)

Attempts Die upon being mentioned as Son by anyone

Secondary main fan unresponsive (New, VERY BAD SIGN)

Due to complaints all Ultrakill reblogs have moved to a sideblog

[neondreamsicle]

This has happened to me a few times. And even yesterday. I applied, was denied same day, and got a call a couple hours later to come in for an interview. Amazing!

I think this happens more with bigger companies or chains who use bots to weed out applications that are not in the 99th percentile. And then someone human does a double check and makes a discernment decision.

I would like to think that's what happened this time. The executive chef himself contacted me to come have a chat and i am really hoping to get back into a kitchen. I have all the marks of a great future chef, i've been in it before so i have the chops. Of course, most of my experience lays in the early to late 2000's. My only experience in this decade is working in a kitchen at the county jail (enlightening and depressing all in one go) and my time spent on the line at a bar and grill (it was bar food, but damn if i did not do amazing things in that tiny tiny tiny kitchen).

I'm very nervous because i don't want to fuck it up. I really never should have left the hot oil, hot pans, or hot attitudes in the first place. I could be a well paid head chef at some snooty restaurant with 15 michelin stars or maybe even a celebrity chef with 26 cookbooks in print and a deal with food network to host my own Hot Mess Kitchen show. Got a cooking problem? It's not a problem now, betch! Let's go tame that disaster of a pie!

Candied bacon dreams, eh? 💀

[borealtwilight]

10, 14 (hard mode: I don't count :B) and 17 :3

10: Oh stars, haha, you think the next question is hard mode ksjghdfgkjh

TBH IDK, probably the revised cover art for my Canis Lupus rewrite? I guESS?? Either that or one of the dozens of screenshots I've taken in SWTOR, Halo, or Forza Horizon 4

14: LOOPHOLE, BETCH. Anyone from the server. I like seeing all everyone's art :B

17: DJFHFHFH I don't really have anything that makes me feel revived lmao, I don't put that much stock into the products I use in the shower outside of "is this gonna be okay for my hair / skin and is it something my hair / skin might maybe benefit from using".

[petertingle-yipyip]

SIN MIEDO (BUCKY BARNES) - TWO

EPISODE TWO - THE STAR-SPANGLED MAN

//Tags: @calums-betch​​ // Chapters will be about this long from here on out, maybe longer so enjoy! // SM masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 9,178

Warnings: Language, violence, blood mentions.

Summary: Back to Europe for a fight. After confronting Sam about the shield, you and Barnes found yourself part of a trio. Only issue - outside the Flag Smashers - was John Walker putting his nose where it didn’t belong.

A couple days later, the new “Captain America” was doing a TV interview at his old high school. His name was John Walker, and he was nothing more than a dancing monkey with something he didn’t earn.

“They’re treating him like a celebrity.” You commented as you and Bucky sat on his couch and watched the interview. “He pretty much just won a fucking talent show. He didn’t earn that shield.”

“Steve didn’t want this..” Bucky shook his head sadly. “We need to talk to Sam.”

“I can book a flight to New Orleans for later today.” You offered. “Private plane, of course… Being that I’m not sure if you’re on the TSA’s no-fly list…”

“This kid is a joke.” Bucky scoffed, turning off the TV before standing. He wasn’t leaving the room, or even leaving the area. He just needed something else to do other than watch Walker make a show out of a legacy Steve worked to build. “He acts like he knows who Steve was and what that shield means. He doesn’t.”

“No, he doesn’t.” You agreed, scrolling your phone to find the number for your family’s pilot. “So what are we going to do about it?”

“What can we do, Y/N? Sam gave it up and now it’s with that guy.”

“We go to Sam then.. You said it yourself, Barnes. We need to talk to him.”

“Just call him.”

“He’s dodging my calls. Have you tried?”

“I don’t call people.”

“Well I will make a call then. I’ll book my family’s pilot for this afternoon. Pack a bag… It’ll probably be more than a day trip.”

“Wait- Why would it be more than that?”

“Something sketchy is going on here… Why now? Why name a new Captain America now? I haven’t heard of any upcoming apocalypses, have you?”

He shook his head carefully, brows furrowed as he thought about what you said.

“I think Sam might know something that we don’t. And the only way to find out...”

“Is to go to him directly.. Alright, I’m convinced.”

The flight was quick, only Sam wasn’t home. He was at the Air Force base that he had been working with on and off since the battle with Thanos. You and Barnes received plenty of judgemental looks from those around you. Some made comments towards Barnes, asking if he was going to kill them too. A few tried to catcall you, to which you simply flipped them off and kept walking. A couple asked if Stark Industries would come back to weapons because since Tony was dead, the suits should be fair game. Instead of paying them any obvious attention, you spun your fingers at your side to create a small ball of air and by flicking your wrist, you hit them in the center of their chests to knock each and every one of them on their ass.

“Shouldn’t have given up the shield.” Barnes said as soon as he saw Sam.

“Nice to see you too, Buck.” Sam replied before catching sight of you. “Hey, Mini Stark.” He said with a laugh and a smile.

“How’s it going?” You smiled happily.

“How’d you get roped into old Grumpy’s crap?”

“Surprisingly voluntarily.” You joked. “But all jokes aside, Barnes is right.. Why’d you give it up?”

“This is wrong.” Barnes added.

“Woah, you’re Y/N Stark.” Sam’s friend said with wide eyes.

“Yeah hi.” You waved quickly. “I’ll sign an autograph or take a picture later. We need to borrow Sam.”

“Nah nah nah.” Sam shook his head and pushed past the two of you. “I’m working, all right? So your outrage is just going to have to wait.”

“You didn’t know that was gonna happen?” Barnes pestered as he followed Sam, motioning for you to come too.

“No! Of course I didn’t know that was gonna happen.” Sam replied, offended that Barnes would suggest something like that. “You really think it didn’t break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new Captain America?”

“This isn’t what Steve wanted.”

“Oh my god.” Sam groaned.

“Barnes has a point.” You cut in when you caught up with them. “Steve gave you the shield, Sam. Not me, not Barnes. Not the government. He gave it to you… Why would you give that away?”

“What do you guys want me to do? Call the government, tell them I changed my mind?” He laughed to which you rolled your eyes and Barnes gave no response. “Yeah, this has been a great reunion.”

“You had no right to give up that shield.” Barnes said plainly.

“Alright, what you’re not going to do is come here in your overextended life and tell me about my rights.” Sam said quickly, turning to stand in front of Barnes and stop you both. “It’s done.. And I have bigger things to worry about.”

“Why did they name a new Captain America?” You cut in.

“Why would I know that?” Sam shrugged.

“You’re prepping for something, been tracking it for weeks too.” You commented as you pulled out one of the few Stark Industries tech pieces you kept around. You flicked your wrist to make what you were looking at hologram projections. “And I thought military security protocols would be difficult... Oh, that looks worrisome.” You tapped the video projection, showing a man with a black and red painted mask causing havoc on European streets. “What’s really going on here, Sam?”

“That guy has connections to rebel groups across Eastern and Central Europe… He’s strong. Too strong.” Sam explained.

“Like him strong?” You pointed to Barnes.

“Could be. He has ties to this online group called the Flag Smashers. Redwing traced them to a building outside of Munich so that’s where I’m going.”

“Well I don’t trust Redwing.” Barnes commented in a matter-of-fact tone.

“You barely even trust me, dude. Shut up.” You laughed. “Stark jet is right over there. Next stop Munich or what?”

“I don’t care if you don’t trust Redwing.” Sam told Barnes, ignoring your offer for the jet. “I’m going to see if he’s right because I’m pretty sure they’re part of the Big Three.”

“What the hell is the Big Three?” You asked in amusement with raised brows as Barnes asked “What Big Three?”

“The Big Three, you know.” Sam tried to explain without saying it, as if it should be obvious to you two. It wasn’t. “Androids, aliens, and wizards.”

“That is not a thing.” Barnes argued.

“It’s definitely a thing.” Sam countered.

“It’s not really a thing but it kinda makes sense.” You nodded slightly.

“Every time we fight, we’re fighting one of the three!” Sam reasoned.

“So who are you fighting now, Gandalf?” Barnes joked.

“The Grey or the White?” You added on with a chuckle.

“Wait, what do you know about Gandalf?” Sam questioned.

“I read The Hobbit when it first came out in 1937.” Barnes said proudly.

“He’s a nerd. We know this. Moving on. There’s no wizards?” You said, holding both your hands out as if to gesture to the world around you.

“Doctor Strange.” Sam countered.

“Is a sorcerer.” Barnes corrected as you added “Well my dad would call Strange a wizard.”

“Aha!” Sam exclaimed happily. “A sorcerer is just a wizard without a hat. Think about it-” while he spoke, Barnes' eyebrows furrowed as he processed Sam’s train of thought. “-I just came up with that. That’s crazy.”

“So these guys are magic?” You asked, bringing the conversation back to Sam’s Flag Smashers guy.

“No, they’re not magical. They use brute force, just like him.” Sam turned to face Barnes. “The incredibly annoying guy in front of me with a staring problem.”

“You think he stares or he just zones out?” You sidestepped to be next to Sam, facing Barnes. “I really don’t think there’s a lot of thoughts behind those eyes..”

“We’re coming with you.” Barnes said, unamused by your jokes.

“No you’re not.” Sam corrected as he began walking away.

Instead of arguing, you and Barnes simply followed Sam to his plane. Sam and Barnes sat opposite of each other, staring each other down the entire flight. You sat yourself on top of some crates, not bothering for a seatbelt. The ride was a bit rough, but by using your powers to manipulate the air around you, you kept your balance.

“One minute to drop, Sam.” Sam’s Air Force buddy said as he walked by. You still hadn’t caught his name.

“What’s the plan?” You asked, fitting the ear piece to your right ear as the boys put theirs in. “So no plan then.” You commented after a few moments of silence.

“How am I supposed to have a plan when I have two stowaways?” Sam said, gesturing to you and Barnes. “And you, Y/N. Why are you following his lead?”

“Our therapist said so.” You shrugged, hopping off the crates and tying your hair out of your face.

“Thirty seconds!”

“Enjoy the ride, Buck.” Sam commented as he began to head to the door of the plane.

“No, you can’t call me that.” Barnes argued.

“I don’t even call him that and we’re roommates.” You added as you followed them.

“Why not? Steve called you that.” Sam reasoned.

“Steve knew me longer. And Steve would have a plan.”

“I do have a plan… Just doesn’t involve you two.”

“Oh, so we’re freestyling?” You said excitedly. “You know, I always loved going off script.”

Sam jumped first, ignoring any other questions from you or Barnes. Barnes went next, having a small conversation with Sam’s friend. You went next, stopped momentarily by the boy.

“Wait, are you sure you’ll make it?” He tried.

“I’ve done worse.” You shrugged, stepping out of the plane into a small free fall. You gathered the air around you to create a current you could slide down like a skateboard sliding down a rail. It curved and dipped and rose to give yourself time to slow your momentum before reaching the ground. When you reached the ground, you found Barnes lying flat on his back.

“You jumped 200 feet through the trees and landed like this?” You teased. “Not much ‘super’ left in this soldier, is there?” You kicked at his side slightly, to which he smacked your foot away in annoyance.

“You know I got all of that camera, right?” Sam mocked over comms. “And Y/N, nice work with the little trick maneuvers.”

“Oh you have to send it to me.” You said almost instantly.

“Come on.” Sam instructed. “Head north.”

You helped a reluctant Barnes to his feet and began weaving through the trees. You let Barnes walk in front of you. Not because you needed him to protect you, just because the room between the trees was narrow and Barnes had already pushed himself to the front.

“Sam’s little friend hitting on you or what?” Barnes asked as you were reaching the clearing around the building Sam had you meet him at.

“Oh gross.” You shook your head. “We are not having this conversation.”

“Come on.” Barnes chuckled. “What are you holding out for? Live a little.”

“Wow. The old man goes on one date and he thinks he’s the love doctor… Let’s figure this out and I can live a little after.” You rolled your eyes.

While the boys watched the live feed Redwing transmitted, you moved around quietly. You knelt down in various spots, flattening one palm to the ground and tapping the knuckles of the other hand against the floor. You modelled the trick after your childhood show yet again, feeling the way the vibrations travelled through the earth. You could pinpoint yourself, Barnes, and Sam in that room. You also felt the trucks parked outside the building, opposite of how you all got into the building, and multiple people walking in and out the building in the same area. The only problem was that you were too far to really tell.

“I’ll see you inside… Or not.” Barnes told Sam before turning to you. “You coming, Kid?”

“I’m kidding, come on!” Sam tried with a smile.

“Yeah, I got it.” You shook your head with an amused sigh and hurried to catch Barnes.

“Look at you all stealthy.” Sam joked over comms. “Spend a little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther.”

“It’s actually White Wolf.” Barnes corrected simply.

“Shut it.” You insisted quietly. “Alright, we’re in.. Close enough for now.”

You knelt behind some shelving, looking to count what you couldn’t before. Barnes made a comment about being ahead of Sam right before you felt his footsteps approach.

“Let’s go.” Barnes tried.

“No.” You held up your free hand while the other was pressed flat.

“I got a Vibranium arm. I can take them.” He defended.

“I can fly and she can control the elements. Who gives a shit? Wait.” Sam cut in. “We need to see where they’re going.”

“It’s two people.” Barnes argued.

“It’s more than two.” You corrected, knocking on the ground lightly.

“Let’s see what Redwing sees.” Sam said and judging from his tone, it was pointedly at Barnes.

“I’m getting five, at least.” You said, crossing your arms over an upraised knee, as Sam replied “You still only see two?”

After a small tussle, the boys end up nearly knocking things off the shelf. With a quick movement of your hands, you caught in on a small air ball and gently laid it to the ground. You all froze, hoping the cover behind the shelving would be enough. After a few seconds, you heard the trucks pulling out.

“There’s another in the truck. I think they have a hostage.” Sam said while looking at the screen on his wrist. Without a word, Barnes took off in a sprint after the trucks while Sam took flight soon after. With a sure step forward, you created a roll through the ground that carried you right up to the trucks. When you were close enough, your body moved to jump and the earth beneath you gave you an extra boost to get to the top of the truck before settling back.

Barnes jumped to the back of one of the trailers to open it, while you waited up top. Barnes was explaining what he was seeing while you looked around. You wondered why the second truck didn’t make a move to get Barnes off. The rear truck didn’t ram the lead or make any attempt to stop either of you.

You quickly realized it was a set up. Before you could get a warning out, you saw Barnes go flying into the rear truck. He was quickly yanked up and the one you assumed was the hostage in question was just as quick to jump trucks. You instantly made a small tornado between the trucks, jumped into it and allowed it to spin you to the fight. You landed as the “hostage” smashed Redwing over her knee, Sam flying in just moments after.

“So much for a hostage situation, huh?” You commented in annoyance as you began trading blows.

“Nice of you guys to join the fight!” Barnes yelled as he threw punches.

You tried to keep a safe distance between you and your opponent. You knew they were strong based on the way they had manhandled Barnes just moments before. You punctuated your punches and kicks with blasts of air, using your attacks to direct it. It didn’t make much impact as far as wearing them down, but it kept them off balance. Maybe you could knock them off the trailer completely.

You thought the three of you had it under control when you heard the clang of the metal and saw the disc fly past you. Suddenly, John Walker had joined the fight. Using your irritation of being in the same general area as the phony, you switched from air to fire. Flicking your hands open, you sparked flames in your palms and began throwing the fire. You were careful to not hit Sam or Barnes, but you weren’t exactly worried about Walker getting caught in the crossfire.

In the small lull, John tried to introduce himself. You talked over him to Sam, who you had just helped to his feet.

“We’re not gonna win this one.” You said between heavy breaths. “They’re too strong and we’re outnumbered.”

The action picked up quickly before anything else could be said. Between blows, Barnes was knocked off the trailer. You hurried to the edge, peering over to see he was able to catch himself but someone was quickly on their way down to finish it. You pulled the far end of the asphalt up in an effort to force the two trucks together and smash the man between the two.

You heard the whoosh of Sam’s wings and Barnes scream. You quickly slid to the opposing side to see the two rolling through the field of flowers on the side of the road. You let out a sigh of relief as you stood, ready to step off and make an air current to get you to the boys when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You spun on your heel and saw the red headed girl and a large man standing behind you.

“I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.” You winked with a lazy two finger salute before falling back off the trailer. On your way down, you sent a quick bolt of lightning at their feet to knock them off balance so they didn’t have time to catch and grab you.

You turned mid air and gathered a quick ball of air that you balanced on and took you to where the guys stopped rolling. You hopped off your ball and sat in the field at their feet as they sat up.

“So.. Super soldiers.” You said, your eyes focused on the nearby highway. Your muscles were aching as you thought of the fight you just left.

“Yeah, I know.” Sam nodded carefully.

“I wanna know how… I thought Serbia was it.”

“Come on.” Sam said as he got to his feet. “Let’s get out of here and we’ll figure something out.”

You turned your torso to create a small tornado to get you to your feet. Barnes made his way up too and the three of you started the long walk down the hallway.

“Sorry about Redwing.” You told Sam to break the seemingly endless silence. “She didn’t even hesitate to smash him.. Kinda brutal if you ask me.”

“Yeah, but no one did.” Barnes cut in.

“Okay just cause you got your ass kicked by a girl-“ You began to argue.

“It has nothing to do with that!” Barnes said loudly.

“Oh it doesn’t? Okay. What’s your deal then?”

“There’s super soldiers out there, Y/N. Do you get that?”

“You think I don’t?” You laughed in annoyance. “My split lip, busted eyebrow, and cracked septum would beg to differ. I couldn’t even get close without worrying they’d kill me with one hit.”

“Hey!” Sam interjected, turning to stand in front of you both and stop your steps. “You’re not going to die, alright Mini Stark? I’m not gonna let that happen and neither is he.”

“You sure about that?” You challenged, shooting a side eyed glare at Barnes. “Cause I’m starting to think that he’d rather I die out here.”

“We’re back to this?” Barnes groaned. “Kid, I opened my apartment to you and let you crash on my couch so you wouldn’t be alone in some hotel. You want to know what this is?”

“Oh great. He goes to therapy for a little while and he thinks he can psychoanalyze me!”

“You’re just full of rage. And why are you full of rage? Because you’re full of grief. You’re using this as a distraction so you don’t have to deal with your dad’s death.”

“You don’t know shit, Barnes.” You warned, making fierce eye contact with Barnes. “I suggest you watch what you say next.”

You felt it in those moments. The dangerous potential your abilities held. In your anger, you happened to look down at your hand and noticed the feeling of your blood in your veins that stared back at you and how it moved like… Water. That moment scared you because you realized it was true. You could manipulate blood like water.

“Y/N?” You felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder, snapping your gaze up from your hand. “You okay?”

“Let’s keep moving. It’s a long walk back to Munich. The sooner we’re back, the sooner I can heal myself.” You said simply.

You let Sam and Barnes walk a few steps in front of you, your mind lost in a muddled sea of thoughts. Your mind bounced between thinking about what Barnes had said, that you were just angry. Part of that was true. You were angry over the recent losses you suffered. Nat had sacrificed herself to bring you back and you never got a chance to thank her or say goodbye. You weren’t even sure if you fully remembered the last conversation you had with her.

You were angry that the world demanded your dad’s sacrifice. He had to give his life to save millions. How was that fair? How did the cosmos decide that Tony Stark, your father, had to give up his life to undo what Thanos did years prior? Why did the weight of the world always seem to land on your father’s shoulders?

You were also angry about Steve. You missed him, definitely. But you were also disappointed in him. He abandoned his life and his friends here for an old flame. You couldn’t say if you would definitely do the same thing or not, but you thought it was relatively selfish what he did. Not only that, but his legacy was being handed out to the first blonde soldier the government saw. It was wrong and Steve wasn’t there to help stop it.

The rumbling of the engine pulled you from your own head and brought you back to the current moment. You heard Walker’s voice but didn’t really care to process or listen. Barnes turned around, seemingly to find you, and sighed slightly when he saw just how far back you were. He motioned for you to hurry and catch up, to which you simply nodded in response and slightly picked up your pace.

“Well then we gotta work together.” Walker reasoned.

“That’s not happening.” Barnes protested while you laughed.

“You think we’re going to work with you?” You mocked. “Let me ask you something. Would you have helped me if those guys had me pinned back there?”

“I know you don’t trust-” He tried to dance around your question.

“It’s a simple yes or no.” You cut in. “I wouldn’t hesitate to help Barnes or Sam because we’re a team and I trust them. Would you, John Walker, help me if they were going to kill me?” You challenged again.

“I think we would stand a much better chance if we all just-” He tried again.

“Just because you carry that shield, it doesn’t mean you’re Captain America.” Barnes cut in this time.

“I’ve done the work, okay?” Walker replied defensively. It was seemingly more to convince himself than your group.

“You ever jump on top of a grenade?”

“Yeah, actually I have. Four times.” He replied smugly. “It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a reinforced helmet.”

“Steve did it without a helmet.” You replied in a singsong tone as you toyed with your nails to punctuate your disinterest.

“It’s twenty miles to the airport.” Walker said in annoyance. “You guys need a ride.”

You ended up following Sam into the truck. You would’ve just used your abilities to take you but twenty miles was a long stretch to maintain your power. You sat between Barnes and Sam. The lack of movement caused the fatigue to catch you, making it hard to keep your eyes open.

“You alright?” Barnes asked quietly while Walker tried to rally you guys on his side.

“Yeah.” You nodded, speaking the same hushed tone. “Just beat.. I’ll be fine when I can heal myself.”

“How you gonna do that?”

“I just need some water. It’s pretty cool actually.” You smiled slightly. “Sorry about snapping you back there.. You were kinda right after all.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He nudged you gently.

You put your eyes forward, leaning into Barnes. You felt him stiffen for a few seconds before relaxing again. He didn’t attempt to move you and you didn’t really have the energy to get up. You zoned out for a bit while Walker and Sam talked about the Flag Smashers.

“Do they always just stare like that?” Walker asked, your attention being caught when he pointed at you.

“You get used to it.” Sam said plainly, glancing at you for a second before chuckling. “She’s just been hanging out with him too much so she’s picking up his habits.”

“Point at me again and I’ll break your finger.” You said plainly. “It’s rude to point. Mama never taught you that?”

Walker’s friend, Lemar, jumped in and helped try to explain what was going on. You found yourself more willing to listen to him than Walker. Maybe it was his attitude. He seemed to be more grateful and respectful of his duty and the responsibility he held than Walker.

“So the GRC is handling resources… “ You said slowly as your brain was processing. “Why are you two here then?”

“We keep things stable.”

“Violent revolutionaries aren’t good for either side.” Walker added.

“Says the side with the resources.” You mumbled.

“I’m sorry. Wasn’t Tony Stark the CEO of the biggest weapons supplier in the world?” Walker turned on you.

“Say my dad’s name one more time.” You managed to put yourself in a sitting position as you felt the fire travelling up your spine. It bobbed and weaved it’s way through your muscle fibers until it burned under the skin of your fingers, begging for the small movement to bring it to life. “I dare you.”

“Tony Stark had Stark Industries providing weapons to terrorist groups and the US military for years. You shouldn’t be commenting on the side with resources given your family’s legacy.”

You pointed two fingers at Walker, letting the fire collect on those fingertips. You watched with a sly smile as he gripped the shield a little tighter and visibly gulped. You watched Lamar’s eyes widen slightly, adjusting in his seat.

“She did warn you.” Barnes shrugged.

“I am my family’s legacy.” You said proudly. “You make another comment on my father, or my family in general, and this little flame is going to get a lot bigger.” You mimicked a gunshot as you sent the small flame to whiz past Walker, lightly singeing the side of his hair and - hopefully - grazing his ear.

“If you three would join us-” He tried again, to which you simply rolled your eyes with a scoff.

“No.” Barnes said plainly.

“I got mad respect for all three of y’all.” Lemar tried. “But you were kinda getting your asses kicked till we showed up.”

“Who are you?” Barnes asked.

“She kicked your ass too.” You pointed out. “I saw you get thrown off the trailer.”

“You did too.” He countered.

“I jumped. There’s a difference.”

“Imma need a little more than Lemar Hoskins when a guy shows up dangling from a helicopter in tactical gear.” Sam redirected the conversation.

“Battlestar.. John’s partner.”

“Battlestar?” You tried to hide your laugh.

“Stop the car.” Barnes called. He had reached his limit.

“I get it, alright?” Walker called as Barnes climbed out. He waited a minute, holding a hand out to help you climb down. You didn’t hesitate to get out given that you were at your limit with John Walker as well. “You didn’t think the shield was going to end up here. I get it, Bucky!” He spoke more to Sam when he saw you and Barnes begin to walk away. “I’m not trying to be Steve. I’m not trying to replace Steve… I’m just trying to be the best Captain America I can be.”

“You’re not Captain America!” You yelled over your shoulder as he talked to Sam a bit more. “You’re a cheap knockoff! You’re not even a Wal-Mart version of Captain America. You’re a bootleg, gas station version.”

Sam finally caught up with you two as Walkers’ car took off. The rest of the walk was in fact long and tiring. Not much was said either as the three of you just wanted to get somewhere you could all rest.

On the plane, Sam laid out on one bench while Barnes sat on the crates. You sat on the floor between the two with a small crate of water in front of you. Dunking both hands, you let the water stick to your hands as you lifted them to your face. You held them in place one at a time, against the bridge of your nose first. Your ears perked up as Barnes broke the silence.

“Let’s take the shield, Sam.” He said lowly. “Let’s take the shield and do it ourselves.”

“We can just run up on the man, beat him up, and take it.” Sam reasoned.

“Technically we could.” You offered, half joking as you changed hands to your split lip. You scrunched your nose a couple times to see if it hurt so you knew if it was fully healed and it was. “We’re a super soldier, an element manipulator, and a guy in a bird costume. We could take him.”

“You guys remember what happened the last time we stole it?”

“Maybe.” Barnes answered.

“I’ll help you in case you forgot.” Sam started, partly annoyed but more so tired. “Sharon was branded an enemy of the state and Steve and I were on the run for two years… I don’t know about you two but I don’t wanna live the rest of my life la vida loca…”

“We got our asses kicked by super soldiers and came out with nothing.” You sighed as you moved on to your last wound on your eyebrow.

“Not entirely true.” Barnes said simply before hopping off the crate and moving to sit next to Sam. “There’s someone I think you should meet.”

The next day, you three ended up in Baltimore. You followed Barnes to a house in an older residential neighborhood. You could tell it was one of the neighborhoods that the City didn’t maintain. It reminded you of the neighborhood you lived in until your mom sent you to live with your dad when she got sick.

“Why do I get the feeling that we’re not gonna get a welcome wagon?” You commented with a sigh as you three approached the front door.

Barnes shrugged lightly before looking to Sam, as if to confirm he wanted to be there. After a small nod, Barnes knocked.

“We’re here to see Isaiah.” Barnes said when a kid opened the door.

“Nobody named Isaiah lives here.” The kid countered nervously.

“We just want to talk to him.” You tried gently.

“You must not hear what I just said.” The kid said with finality. “You ain’t getting in this house. Y’all can leave now.”

“Tell him the guy from the bar in Goyang is here.” Barnes said after a small hesitation. “He’s gonna know what that means.”

After a moment of contemplation, the kid closed the door.

“How do we know this guy?” You asked when you heard the door click.

“We had a little skirmish during the Korean War.” Barnes explained.

“You sure he’s gonna want to see you then?” You countered with a raised brow.

“It’s your lucky day.” The kid said as he opened the door again. “He said he wants to see for himself.” He stepped aside and let the three of you in.

The man stood from his chair on the other side of the room, eyeing Barnes and not really giving you or Sam a second glance. You stood between the boys, Sam staying back a few steps in hesitation.

“This is Sam, and Y/N. Y/N, Sam, this is Isaiah.” Barnes introduced you. “He was a hero.”

“Isaiah Bradley..” You mumbled, remembering one of the extremely classified SHIELD files you had hacked into years ago. The file was in pieces and it took you a week to put it back together. “One of the ones HYDRA feared most… Just like Steve.”

“We met in ‘51.” Barnes continued.

“If by met you mean I whooped your ass, then yeah.” Isaiah corrected to which you laughed while Sam remained straight faced.

“I like him.” You nodded with a wide smile. “How’d it go down?”

“Heard rumors he was on the peninsula but everyone they sent after him never came back.” Isaiah began, looking between you and Barnes. “So the US military dropped me behind the line to go deal with him. I took half that metal arm in that fight in Goyang but I see he’s managed to grow it back. I just wanted to see if he got the arm back or if he came to kill me.”

“I’m not a killer anymore.” Barnes said softly, regretfully almost.

“You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be?” Isaiah countered.

“Mr. Bradley, if I may?” You tried, to which he simply nodded for you to continue. “I know how it sounds but my father was in a similar boat. Our company was providing resources to people all over the world, both good and bad. He thought it was the right thing, that he was protecting people.. But he was causing more harm than good. When he saw what was happening, he put the company and his family down a better path… Given the right motivation, people can change.”

“And who exactly is your father?”

“Tony Stark…”

“It may work that way for folks like you.“ He pointed at you slightly.

“Isaiah, the reason we’re here is there’s more of you and me out there.” Barnes redirected the conversation. “And we need to know how.”

“I’m not gonna talk about it anymore.” Isaiah said tensely as he launched a small tin can into the nearest wall. He came around the table to face Barnes, who made sure to position you behind him just in case. “You know what they did to me for being a hero? They put my ass in jail for 30 years. People running tests… Taking my blood, coming into my cell… Even your people weren’t done with me.”

“Isaiah..” Sam tried.

“Get out of my house!”

You grabbed each of their sleeves, tugging them towards the door as the boy came to lead you out. “Come on..” You said softly. “I’m sorry, Isaiah.” You said sincerely as you three were on your way out. “We never meant to upset anyone..” You told the boy, who simply nodded in response.

Sam stormed down the stairs to the streets so you two had to hustle to catch up to him.

“Will you slow down?” You called in annoyance.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Isaiah?” He asked angrily. “How could nobody bring him up?”

When neither of you answered, he pressed some more.

“Steve didn’t know about him?”

“No, he didn’t. I never told him.” Barnes replied coolly.

“So you’re telling me there was a black super soldier decades ago and nobody knew about it?”

The sirens interrupted your conversation. The cops pulled up next to you, two officers exiting the car.

“Hey. Is there a problem here?” One of the officers asked as he approached the three of you.

“No, we’re just talking.” Sam replied tensely.

“It’s fine. Get back in your car and go deal with an actual crime.” You replied, running a hand down your face in annoyance.

“Can I see some ID?” He asked Sam.

“Man, seriously?” Barnes questioned.

“Do you know who we are?” You scoffed. 

“Okay, sir Just calm down.” The other officer tried, his hand seemingly drifting to his belt.

“I am calm. What do you want? We’re just talking.” Sam replied quickly. 

“Just give him your ID.” Barnes said. “And then we can go.”

“No, don’t give them shit.” You cut in. “They don’t need it unless they’re putting you under arrest.”

“Is he bothering you folks?” They turned to you.

“Oh fuck off.” You waved him off. “Do you know who we are?”

“Hey.. These guys are Avengers.” The officer whispered to his partner.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry, Mr. Wilson.” The first officer said nervously. “I didn’t recognize you without the uh, the goggles. And Ms. Stark, I-“

Another cop car rolled up, drawing the other two officers away. 

“This is such bullshit.” You mumbled as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I didn’t tell anybody because he had already been through enough.” Barnes explained.

“His file with SHIELD pretty much deleted itself as I opened it.. I didn’t know if he was real or not.” You added before the initial officers came back.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m sorry but there is a warrant out for your arrest.” He said regretfully.

“He’s been pardoned.” You shook your head, immensely tired of dealing with the police. “What are the charges?”

“He missed his court mandated therapy. It’s like missing a check in with your PO.”

“You missed an appointment with Raynor?” You turned on Barnes. “She’s gonna kill me too when she sees I’ve been with you the whole time.”

While the officers took Barnes into custody, you turned to Sam. “We can’t just let him go to jail.” You sighed. Sam simply shrugged so you turned and tried to stop the cops. “Hey, are the cuffs necessary?” You ask the officer, reaching for his wrist.

The other officer grabbed your arm instantly and spun  you away. He slammed your chest against the police car. You groaned at the impact while the officer yanked your arms behind your back.

“Y/N Stark, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice.” The officer said smugly, as if he was waiting for a reason to cuff you. He proceeded to read your Miranda rights as you complained. 

“Is this really necessary?” You protested through clenched teeth. “Really? With the cuffs? You guys know I can just- Yeah, there we go.” You nodded in triumph as you used your powers to manipulate the metal of the cuffs so you could free one hand. You turned and held up both hands with a proud smile.

“Ah, okay okay. Again with the slamming?” You commented as your chest was slammed against the car again. This time they used the zip ties. “Haha, smart.”

“And resisting arrest.” The officer chuckled.

You were shoved roughly in the back of the police car with Barnes, leaving Sam alone in the street. You hoped he would come and get you two otherwise you would have to call Pepper, and you weren’t looking forward to that conversation. You two ended up at the police station, waiting in the cell.

“You ever hear the expression, do as I say and not as I do?” Barnes asked as you two waited for Sam to get you out.

“Hmm…” You pretended to think. “Not ringing any bells… Besides, following isn’t really a Stark trait. I’m more of a ‘just go for it’ type of kid.”

“Why did you get involved?” He sighed.

“Raynor is going to yell at me either way.” You shrugged, slumping back against the wall. “She might as well yell at me for actually sticking by you. Plus, you told me to live a little..”

“Sam, I’m Dr. Raynor, Y/N and James’ therapist.” Raynor spoke to Sam outside in the lobby. 

“Thanks for getting them out.” Sam replied.

“That wasn’t me.” She countered.

“Hey, Christina!” They heard from down the hall. The annoyingly familiar voice caused Sam to stand and turn, seeing John Walker coming towards him.

“You know that guy?”

“Did some field ops back in the day.”

“When I heard you were working with Barnes, I thought I’d step in.” Walker explained. “Bucky isn’t going to follow that strict schedule anymore.” Walker continued.

“Our work isn’t done. Who authorized this?” Raynor asked quickly.

With a smug smile, Walker pointed to himself. Meanwhile, you and Barnes were being led back to the lobby. You saw Raynor talking to Sam with Walker beat by.

“They’re too valuable an asset to be locked up. So do whatever you have to do with them and then send them to me. Wilson, you too.. I’ll be outside.”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, walking away from the people at the front desk to confront Walker.

“Here we go.” Barnes muttered, quickly following you.

“Assets?” You repeated as you stood face to face with Walker. “You’re fucking pathetic. If you think that getting us out of jail is going to-“

“Wait, why are you yelling at me?” He laughed in disbelief. “I just helped you out. It’s me, yknow, extending an olive branch. I- I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“You did it for leverage!” You shouted. “You did it so you could lord it over me like I owe you something! Well I don’t. I don’t owe you or anyone anything!”

“Y/N.” Barnes said from your side, grabbing your arm firmly. “Now's not the time. You really think threatening him in a police station is a smart move?”

You stared at Walker intensely when you noticed it. A vein on the side of his neck that strained as his jaw clenched. You remembered in that anger fueled moment that blood moves like water. Your fist clenched at your side as you focused in on the movement of the fluid in his body. After a few seconds of concentration, you managed to take control of his blood, forcing his muscles to tighten.

“What are you doing to me?” Walker asked in a strained voice, unable to resist your hold.

“How could I do anything? I just manipulate the elements.” You replied with faux innocence and a slight tilt of your head. You felt a tad unhinged in those moments, like you were losing yourself.

What you didn’t see was the look Barnes shot Sam. It was a look of worry. Not for Walker, he’d be fine. Barnes was worried about you. He remembered what you told him that first night you stayed on his couch and figured that’s what was happening. 

“And there’s a darker potential I wonder about but I don’t know if I’d ever try it.”

“I know you’re scared of me…” You taunted Walker with a smirk. “You say I’m too eccentric…”

“Y/N! James!” Raynor’s firm voice came from behind you and snapped you from your instance of what felt like insanity. With your attention shifted, your grip on Walker was released. “Condition of your releases, a session. Both of you, right now. Let’s go.”

Barnes pulled you away as Walker regained control of himself. You grabbed Sam’s sleeve and pulled him with you two. You refused to look back, though something in your chest wanted you to turn around. You couldn’t place if it was guilt or curiosity, regret or a desire to try it again. Either way, you had to keep moving forward.

The three of you were sat across from Raynor in an interrogation room. The only thing separating you was a cold metal table and the chairs weren’t any better. Thin, cold aluminum that was no better quality than a folding chair.

“So.. Who would like to start?” Raynor began.

“I really don’t need to be here.. I’m 100% fine.” Sam replied.

“This is rather unprofessional, Raynor.” You said playfully, hoping to avoid the topic of your momentary lapse of control. “Barnes is the only one that’s a patient anymore. We shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s my job to make sure that you’re  okay.” She gestured between you and Barnes. “And so yeah, this may be slightly unprofessional, but it’s the only way I can see if you’re both getting over what’s eating at you.”

“This is ridiculous.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah, I agree.” Barnes added.

“You should be happy.” You said, sitting back in your cold metal chair. “You wanted me and Barnes to be friends, and now we are. We even got arrested together!”

“Cut the shit.” She told you, which made you put your hands up in surrender. “Again.. Who wants to go first?” When no one answered, she tried again. “Okay, we’ll try an exercise I use for couples… It’s called the miracle question. Do any of you know what that is?”

“Absolutely not.” Barnes shook his head as Sam said “Of course not.”

“It’s a hypothetical scenario.” You began, your head tilted to the ceiling as you spoke. “You pretend that a miracle happened while you were asleep, the kind that makes your life better. What’s the miracle you would want to see?” Your answer drew curious looks when you turned your attention to the group. “I took an advanced psychology class in college.”

“Well in my miracle, he would talk less.” Barnes took a jab at Sam.

“Exactly what I was going to say. How ironic.” Sam countered.

“I’ll give you a serious answer.” You shrugged. “Only way this is gonna end is if one of us actually tries. My family is back. My dad, Nat, Steve, even Vision. We’re at that damn lake house and I actually feel welcome somewhere..”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Raynor nodded. She turned her attention to the guys. “You two are leaving me no choice. It’s time for the soul-gazing exercise.”

“I like this better.” Barnes said sarcastically.

“Oh God.” Sam chuckled. “He’s gonna love this. This is right up your alley. You should really enjoy this.” 

“Just shut up and face each other.” You groaned before they began rearranging their chairs to face each other. They continued to make stupid comments to each other while you toyed with your chair. You tried pulling off a piece of it with your powers. When it finally came off, you toyed with it, making it take different shapes and do different tricks in your palm.

“You need to look each other in the eyes.” Raynor directed. “See? That wasn’t so hard…. Wait, what are you guys doing?”

“They turned it into a staring contest.” You commented, not looking up from your new toy. “Just blink, oh my god!” You said loudly, looking up to kick at their interlocked chair legs. “You guys are so childish.” You chuckled, weaving the metal between your fingers.

“James, why does Sam aggravate you?” Raynor tried again. “And don’t say something childish.”

Barnes paused in contemplation, thinking of how he wanted to answer. He looked to you, to which you simply shrugged and gestured for him to answer. While you wanted to avoid interacting with John Walker, you didn’t exactly care to be in that room much longer.

“Why'd you give up the shield?” He asked finally. You had to keep from rolling your eyes. You thought he had moved past it. Sam gave a similar reaction.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of something that has nothing to do with you?” Sam asked tightly.

You leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees. Now you were interested. 

“Steve believed in you.. He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason.” Barnes began. Once he started talking, it was like an open faucet. “That shield, that is… That is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield and you threw it away like it was nothing.”

“Ouch.” You whispered.

“Shut up.” Sam said flatly.

“So maybe he was wrong about you.”

“Barnes, that’s enough.” You tried.

“And if he was wrong about you then he was wrong about me!”

“Oh please!” You groaned, throwing the metal you were toying with into the nearby wall with a satisfying splat. “If there is anyone in this room Steve was right about, it’s you, Barnes. Not Sam, not me. You.”

“This is good..” Raynor nodded, gesturing for you to continue. “Y/N, what do you mean? You think he was wrong about you?”

“Did you see what I did to Walker?” You laughed in disbelief. “Of course he was wrong about me. Steve thought I was this- this- this great kid with untapped potential! He thought I could follow my dad’s footsteps and lead the next generation of Avengers and be better than they ever were… And here I am, getting arrested in Baltimore and misusing my powers!”

“Barnes, Steve knew you better than we know you and better than he knew us.” You shifted in your seat to face your friend. “He always knew who you were. Even when you were sent to kill him, he knew who you were. Steve might’ve been wrong about me and Sam might’ve been wrong for giving up the shield, but Steve wasn’t wrong about you.. Look at you! You’ve gone through your- your little journal and tried making amends… You’re friends with me for crying out loud. He wasn’t wrong about you..”

“Let’s keep this going.” Raynor pushed. “So if Steve was wrong about you, who was right, Y/N?”

You paused in thought, knowing there was only one possible answer. “My dad… He always knew I was different. Not just in my powers, but me. I was never perfectly good or perfectly evil. I was both… And he knew that. But- but it didn’t stop him from believing I would find who I was meant to be..”

“And who were you meant to be?”

“His legacy..”

A lull in your breakthrough allowed Sam to speak up.

“Maybe this is something you or Steve will never understand.” Sam said carefully. “But can you accept that I did what I thought was right? … We don’t have time for this, Doc. We got some real serious shit going on. So how about this. We squash this, go deal with that, and then we go on separate long vacations and we never see each other again.”

“I like that.” Barnes agreed.

“I don’t.” You countered, which was ignored. 

“Great.” Sam said with fake enthusiasm. “I’ll see you two outside.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked Barnes as he stood. You followed suit, sidestepping to block his path. “I’ve seen that look.”

“What was rule number two?” He turned around to ask Raynor.

“Don’t hurt anyone.” She replied.

“Looks like that’ll be my job then.” You nodded. “Thanks, Raynor.”

“Y/N?” She tried before you followed Barnes out the room. “You don’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations other than your own… You and Barnes, you both could be-“

“-Very impactful on the other.” You cut in. “I know… I’m trying to be this- this- this role model for him.” You laughed without humor. “But I can’t be that shimmering beacon of hope when I’m trying to figure out my own shit.”

“I’m not asking you to be perfect.. Neither is James.” She countered. “I’m asking you to be the person you know you are, not the one everyone else thinks - or thought - you are.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You said with a tight smile as you exited the room and soon after, the building.

You found the boys talking to Walker and his friend right outside the building. Raynor’s words bounced around in your brain, mixing with the words and arguments you’d had with Barnes over the last few days. It was odd, knowing that you could be read so easily. A vulnerability you had no control over. You couldn’t hide, not from yourself and seemingly not from Barnes. It sent a chill down your spine to know someone who you hardly knew - but you were making an effort to know - saw through you almost instantly.

“Well good thing I have 20/20 vision then.” You heard Walker brag as you approached. “Y/N! Nice of you to join us. And hey, no hard feelings. I know you were just-“

His words were cut off by a swift right hook to his jaw. You groaned slightly as the impact sent a sharp sensation up your bones. You quickly realized you made solid contact between his jaw and your knuckles.

“If you ever patronize or disrespect me like that again.” You threatened. “What I did to you back there, I will do it again but a hundred times worse. Do I make myself clear?”

“Are you threatening me!?” He asked in shock.

“A threat implies I won’t do it.” You chuckled. “And I think we both know I will… And we’re not a team. My team is right here.” You held your arms to your side, gesturing to Sam and Barnes.

“So where is she now, Walker?” Barnes asked, leaning an arm on your shoulder like an armrest. “Do you know?”

“No, we don’t know, Bucky.” He answered quickly. “It’s only a matter of time until we find out.”

“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?” Barnes mocked from your side.

“Both of you take it easy.” Sam stepped in. “Walker’s right. It’s imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys-“ He turned to Walker and Lamar. “-have all sorts of authorizations you have to get. We’re free agents, more flexible. It just wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.”

“A word of advice then… Stay the hell out of my way.” Walker said, a mild threat lingering in the distance.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” You mocked before blowing a raspberry in his direction.

The boys walked away before you did. You took your first few steps backwards, facing Walker so you could flip him off with both hands and a very honest smile. You mouthed the words ‘Bye bye, bitch boy.’ You spun on your heel and hurried to catch the boys, taking the empty space between them.

“You really need to stop instigating.” Barnes laughed lightly as you caught up.

“Well you’re no fun.” You joked. “Don’t worry. I know when enough is enough… And it’s not yet. Not until Walker learns some respect.”

“What are you guys thinking?” Sam asked plainly.

“I know what we have to do. When Isaiah said ‘my people’, he meant HYDRA…” Barnes began.

“Please tell me you’re not going with this where I think you are.” You groaned in protest.

“Not a chance.” Sam said simply. 

“He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets… Remember, Siberia?”

“You’re really going to just go and sit in a room with this guy? Remember what happened last time?” You challenged.

“Walker doesn’t have any leads.” Barnes reasoned.

“Alright.” Sam agreed. “Let’s go see Zemo.”

“Why do I feel like this will come back to get us?” You sighed but nodded. “Let’s do it.”

[delu-jean]

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭)

Hello! As this event takes place, requests will be closed since juggling both will be a little tiring! 

-> Thanks: Thank you guys for 100 follows! I’m glad my writing is something others can enjoy, and I’ll keep on doing my best to both improve, and deliver. 

Event: 

-> Song-Fic/ Song Lyric Event: There are forty five prompts with different song lyrics! Some angst, and others fluff, but all revolve around romance~

->Each fic will revolve around the lyric specifically, or the entire song!

->Eg of fic with just the lyric (specifcially): I may use the lyric as a line you, or another character would say, it might pop up when needed, and etc. A fic example would be: “Before You Go” (Nanami Kento x fem!/reader). 

->Eg of fic with entire song: Basically a song-fic

->Eg of fic wihtout lyrics in it: I present the lyrical prompt at the beginning of the fic, and write w/o needing to use it as an actual line, or anything else. 

->Whichever is found fitting, will be used!! ^^

->Either way, the fic will be written about that lyrical prompt!! :))

Rules: (A must)

This event is one for (fem!xreader) x (<inserted male reader>) 

He needs to be a character from one of the five fandoms I write for! 

Jjk, Mha, Haikyuu, Aot, and Demon Slayer

If your guy isn’t on the list, by all means, request and I’ll tell you if I feel like I can write for him!! ^^

-> Link to the M.list <-

This is a non-nsfw event, and topics over 18+ aren’t allowed!! 

You can only request one character per prompt, unless, the prompt calls for two! (Even then, you can choose to only ask for one) 

My rules still apply for this event, if you would like specifics, please do ask, or look through the rules post! 

-> Rules <-

Key: 

Angst

Fluff 

You can request more than one character (max would be two) = ☆

Prompts: 

"What if I said I'm sorry, what if I made a scene? Wouldn't that make you mine again, you're all I'll ever need," -What If I Said I'm Sorry (Caliber)

"You won and she chose you, and she loved you, and she's gone…" -Its Over Isn't It? (DeeDee Magno Hall) ☆

"She's a she's a lady, and I am just a boy without a line," -Line without a hook (Ricky Montgomery) 

"Knew I was falling when I looked inside your eyes, and you said…'I know you are but what am I?" -What Am I? (Why don't we)

"I need a man who loves me like my Father loves my mom," -Like My father (Jax)

"You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline, you kiss away the pain of all the hell I’m in," -Medicine (James Arthur) 

"It's always one step forward, and three steps back. I'm the love of your life until I make you mad," -One step forward, and three steps back (Olivia Rodrigo) 

"Let's write our story, and let's sing our song. Let's hang our pictures on the wall," -Memories (Shawn Mendes) 

"Maybe you and I have history, but I don't think you know me. Have we met before?" -Have we met before (Eric Nam, Sarah Barrios) 

"Hey baby won't you look my way, I can be your new addiction~" -Everybody Talks (Neon Trees)

"She gets the flowers...right? The post made about her. A love that is perfect, a love I deserved, yeah. A love that I gave,” - She Gets the flowers (Betch MCcarthy) 

“I just heard you found the one you’ve been looking, that you’ve been looking for. I wish I would’ve known it wasn’t me,” -We Don’t Talk Anymore (Charlie Puth) 

“Even when we go through changes, even when we’re old. Remember that I told you I’d find my way back home,” -Way Back Home (SHUAN) 

“You say that it’s all just a blur, but I see you kissing her. No no, you gotta go, go, and I’ll be just fine without you,” -Goodbye Boy (Peg Parnivek)   

“You say that I'm too insecure, you want me to be someone else, but if I'm not the one you want...Just go ahead and walk right out the door,” -Who I am (NIve) 

“She’s In The Rain, you want to hurt yourself I’ll stay with you. You want to make yourself go through the pain. It’s better to be held than holding on,” -She’s In The Rain (The Rose) 

“If all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say? If all it is is eight letters then why am I in my own way?” -Eight Letters (Why Don’t We) 

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel. Love your imperfections every angle. Tomorrow comes and goes before you know...so i just had to let you know~” -Beautiful (Bazzi) 

“Congratulations, I heard you’re doing great...congratulations, how are you okay? I hate that you’re happy, I hope that you can’t sleep,” -Congratulations (Day 6) 

“I know I can treat you better than he can. And anyone like you deserves a gentleman,” -You Better (Shawn Mendes) ☆

“Congratulations, you’re finally leaving. Let’s throw a party here tonight, and toast to the end of you and I,” -Congratulations (Eric Nam) 

“Wise men say...only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love...with...you,” -Fools Rush In (Elvis) 

“Don’t say you miss me, when you don’t call. Don’t say you’re hurting, without the scars. Don’t say you’re here tonight without tomorrow too. Don’t say you love me, unless you do,” -Don’t Say you Love Me (Fifth Harmony) 

“A lifetime of laughter at the expense, of the death of a bachelor,” -Death Of A Bachelor (Panic At The Disco)

“She told me that she loved me by the water fountain. She told me that she loved me and she didn’t love him. And that was really lovely cause it was innocent, but now she has a cup with something else in it…” -Water Fountain (Alec Benjamin) -> Oikawa x Reader ☆

“And I don’t need a reason to keep on dreaming. That we can with this stupid thing...called love,” -Lose (Nikki)

“Don’t take this personal, but personally, I think you should get with somebody like me. But worst of all...you don’t even see,” -Personal (The Vamps) 

“But you got a lot of great songs 'bout a lot of shit guys, you did more with 3 minutes than they'll do with their lives. And we'll buy ourselves houses with our heartbreak songs, screw everybody else who ever treated us wrong,” - Three Minutes (JP Saxe) ☆

“I’ve got all my money on you, got all my dollars on you. And I feel like a million bucks, a million bucks, and I give no f**ks when I’m with you,” -Million Bucks (Smallpools) 

“She put my name in yellow hearts. Her favourite colour like the stars. I didn’t listen very hard, when she told me she was crazy from the start,” -Yellow Hearts (Ant Saunders) 

“And I want you to cry, cry for me. Like I cried for you baby, cry for me,” -Cry For Me (Twice) 

“Please don’t let this love die young, please don’t let this love die young. If I’m going to lose someone, don’t let it be you,” -Love Die Young (Eric Nam) 

“Ain't never felt this way, can't get enough so stay with me. It's not like we got big plans. Let's drive around town holding hands,” -ILYSB (Lany)

“Maybe I don’t want to be just friends, see you only on the weekends. Sorry hope you understand, I like you a little too much for that,” -Just Friends (JORDY) 

“Golden eyes, if it ain’t you girl I don’t want to try. Baby, baby, baby you’re my diamond shine,” -Golden Eyes (Layto) 

“I like me better when I’m with you. I like me better when I’m with you. I knew from the first time, I stayed for a long time cause~ I like me better when I’m with you,” -I Like Me Better (Lauv) 

“Hey pretty Stranger, I think you look cute, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you,” -Your Text (Sundial) 

“And They say, Chivalry is dead. So let a real man pick up the slack, and treat you with respect,” -Chivalry Is Dead (Trevor Wesely) 

“And I Know there’s no making this right, and I know there’s no changing your mind. But we both have each other tonight. So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time, waste it on me,” -Waste On Me (BTS) 

“I hope he treats you better than I ever could. Cause you deserve the world times two and the perfect afternoons. For you to find who fills your heart even if I’m not the one you choose,” -Chicken Tendies (Clinton kane) ☆

“It’s bittersweet to think about the damage we do, cause I was going down but I was doing it with you. And I say that I hate you with a smile on my face,” -Favourite Crime (Olivia Rodrigo) 

“Find me, in another place in time. If only, if only you were mine. But I’m already someone else’s baby,” -Baby (Clean Bandit) 

“And I might never stop your sorrow, fix you up good as new. But that don’t mean that I can’t hold your hand in mine,” -Someone You Like (Girl And The Dream Catcher) 

“Cause when you said jump I said ‘how high?’ But when I jumped you said ‘goodbye,’ “ -Walked Through Hell (Anson Seabra) 

“I want to love me, the way that you love me. Oh, from all of my pretty, and all of my ugly too, I love it when I see me from your point of view,” POV (Ariana Grande) -> Giyuu x Reader

Have fun :)

[bonshaquitalafawndreeah]

A bandwagoner’s ode to the Cubs

Let’s get one thing straight right away: I am absolutely not a sports fan. I hated sports most of my life because they made me feel excluded. I couldn’t catch or throw a ball or comprehend strategy. I was consistently picked last in gym class and then shunned by my classmates for making them lose a game of flag football. This made me a very bitter, non participatory person. I’m that basic betch who jokes about a football game interrupting the Beyoncé concert during the super bowl. I declare that I wish both teams could lose when the Bears play the Packers and I’m forced to watch. I don’t even join in at cookouts when people start playing bags. (And I’m sure by now you’re thinking, “wow, you must be fun at parties.”)

I am NOT a fan of sports, but I am a fan of the Chicago Cubs.

Or at least I’m something adjacent to being a fan. (I am somewhere in the “ballpark” if you will.) Is it fair to lump me in with people who bleed Cubbie Blue and can recite rosters from the 90’s? God no! I am a casual admirer at best and although I come from a long line of Cub fans I admittedly payed zero attention to the sport until the 2016 World Series. You could say I’m a bandwagoner but I’m even worse than that. Even after they won the first World Series in 108 years I was still not super interested in sitting through a game. It wasn’t until my husband dragged me to Wrigley under the guise of “spending a day together in the city” that I realized there’s something truly magical about the experience.

Maybe I also happened to be in a magical season of life. We were newlyweds and the World Series win coincided with our honeymoon. My husband wore a Cubs cap to every bar and restaurant and we were congratulated by every person we met. People who had never even been to Illinois were so happy and excited for us. I was buzzing with the kind of pride you feel when something newsworthy happens in your hometown.

I grew up two hours away from Chicago, but moved to the suburbs around 2016. During that chapter, it felt like the entire world was opening up for me and everything was exciting. I had just gotten the job I used to dream about and had coworkers that would quickly start to feel like family. On weekends David and I would take the train from Glen Ellyn to the city. As I sipped a coffee and watched the scenery roll by I couldn’t believe my luck. A friendless little girl from the boonies had found a little community she could thrive in, and it was all next door to one of the world’s greatest cities.

That first Cubs game felt like a fairy tale. I knew I would enjoy drinking beer and eating a hot dog, but I planned on being bored by the rest of it. I didn’t expect to immediately fall in love with the charm of Wrigleyville. Everyone in the stadium was twinkle-in-their-eyes friendly. The blooper reels were cute and funny. Anthony Rizzo stepped to the plate while “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift blasted and won my heart forever. I developed a genuine investment in the outcome of the game and cheered and groaned with gusto. I somehow got to watch them win that day and we jumped up and down and sang “go Cubs go” as though we had accomplished something incredible. As we left our seats I was grinning from ear to ear like a little kid. We stopped for drinks at the Cubbie Bear and I told David I had just accidentally discovered my favorite thing to do in Chicago.

Over the years we went to a few more games. Sometimes we went alone. Other times we brought David’s family. Once we dragged along a good friend who was moving across the country the next day, and another who had just finished an overnight shift. Once we went in early April and it was so cold and rainy that I bought a souvenir blanket for $50. I wore it around my shoulders like a cape in every place we stopped. For the very first time, I understood why people passionately love and defend their teams.

In 2019 we didn’t go to any games because my mental health took a nosedive. I was having panic attacks daily and for whatever reason they were most severe when I was in a car, or basically any place where I couldn’t step away “if I really needed to.” I was pretty scary to be around. I spent the summer going to therapy and sitting around at home waiting to snap out of it. The thought of surviving a train ride or a day in a packed stadium made me queasy.

But I always said that the first thing I wanted to do when I started feeling better was go back to Wrigley. I knew that this extra special era for the Cubs would be short-lived. The current team was really entertaining to watch. They had star power that would be hard to replace and they probably wouldn’t stick around forever. I could never love baseball for stats and numbers and performance metrics. I loved the feeling of joy that these players brought.

At the start of 2020 I was doing so much better and was really excited to get back out there. I couldn’t wait to do all the things that I had caused us to miss. And then, as you know... the rest of 2020 happened.

Going to a game was at the top of my summer 2021 bucket list. But work, birthdays, and family kept pushing it back. We were finally supposed to go to a game in mid-July and it was rained out and rescheduled for September.

And this past weekend the entire core of the Cubs was traded away to other teams. Never in a hundred million trillion years did I expect to be the person to care about this, but I’ve been in mourning all weekend.

For this fair-weather fan, Javy, KB, And Rizzo made sports feel approachable and fun. As someone who DOES NOT SPORT at all, I never believed that I deserved a place in that world, but I felt welcome in the little world they created. The absence of their personalities is going to hurt. A big part of me wonders If I’m better off leaving Wrigley behind me, a rose colored memory of being young and happy in my favorite city and believing that magical things can last forever.

I’m sure we’ll go back for a game again some day. But who knows who will be on the roster then? Or if we’ll have a baby in tow. It’ll be a far cry from stacking towers out of our empty beer cups, swooning over Kris Bryant, and knowing that you have all the time in the world to recreate the fun again and again.

So to wrap this thing up in a way that makes it all about meeeeeee...

The disbanding of this group feels deeply personal. Like I’m leaving behind a slightly more innocent chapter, where I could believe my city and my team were the very best and always would be. And just as they’re moving on to new and necessary adventures, my next chapter will likely be something much more realistic and adult.

But it was sure fun while it lasted.

[collecting-stories]

Missing - John B Routledge

Request: May I request #43 and #90 from your monster prompt list for John B? You're my favorite writer on Tumblr these days 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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You weren’t selfish enough to say that you were taking it harder than anyone else. Everyone was equally devastated and who were you to judge anyone else’s pain, but you knew how hurt you felt. You had grown accustomed to the ache that settled every time you thought about John B. It happened often. Sometimes without any warning signs, sometimes because something so minute it shouldn’t matter reminded you of him.  

You burst into tears in the dairy section of the grocery store, falling onto the floor and wiping tears away while you tried to shuttle yogurt back into your basket. You couldn’t even look at eggs without thinking of him.  

When Big John had gone missing, you’d been there, watching John B go through the motions, desperate to take away the pain. You always told yourself that if you could’ve shouldered that burden you would’ve. It was just a string of words at the time but you had been sure you had meant them. Because even in your wildest dreams you hadn’t thought that taking on the burden of not knowing would mean not having John B by your side.  

Shoupe had gotten tired of hearing from you and Pope and JJ and Kiara. At least one of you calling every day. Was there any word? You’d been so mad at him when he left, so annoyed that Sarah was going with him, that you had hardly cared about the storm. Until Shoupe was saying that they lost the radio and the coast guard reporting no sign of a ship. They scoured for days, weeks, but nothing. He was missing. Just like Big John.  

“He can’t be missing!” You had insisted, vehemently, when your father broke the news to you. “He can’t be missing, they have to keep looking.”

“They will, honey, they will, but for now he’s officially a missing person.” He had tried everything to calm you down until he finally settled on reasoning with you, possibly the worst of all the attempts. “Now, missing just means they can’t find him, it doesn’t mean anything else.”

The anything else he meant was death. You knew that.  

“They said Big John was missing too. They said he was missing and he was dead on that island! They said and...what if John B...what if he doesn’t come back? What if he’s not out there?” You cried, almost impossible loud, as you pictured it. John B stranded somewhere, giving in to sharks or the current or anything.  

“They’ll find him.” Your dad tried again, sitting beside you, arm around your shoulders. It wasn’t right that you were making this much of a scene, that your parents were condoling you over a boy they hated so much they had probably wished he’d disappear.  

Wasn’t it you, three days after he broke up with you, that was skirting out after dinner, swearing to be back and calling out that John B needed you. Needed. What a word. You needed him. More than he needed you or gold or Sarah or Nassau. You needed him. Here in the empty Chateau, here in his bed talking to you about ships and stars, here on the marsh. Here, alive, happy, you needed him.  

“What if he’s not alive when they do?” You asked.  

“We can’t think about the what if’s.”

But it was all you could do. What if after what if for months until you exhausted yourself. You tried to focus on other things. Parties, work, friends that were still on the island, friends who understood. You tried on different guys but none of them stuck. Maybe they would have if John B was still alive but he wasn’t and all they did was remind you of what you were lacking. When you cried as one of them kissed you, you knew it was the end of your brief love affairs.  

It was like your whole body ached for John B.  

And then one day you woke up feeling a little less foggy. You felt like you were aware, like you were living your life not just watching it. You didn’t mop in bed the way you had been but went for a walk on the beach instead. When you came home no one was there but the potted plant next to the door, the one that hid a secret spare key, was moved slightly.  

Your dad had a forgetful streak but you took your phone out just in case, ready to call the sheriff if something was a miss. Everything in the house seemed normal, some mud on the stairs but that was a given living so close to the marsh. Your door was a jar when you had left it open and you pushed it, watching it swing open and the intruder spun around, alerted by the creaking noise.

“Oh my god,” your phone hit the carpeted floor and you stood there in the tiny ranch, hands to your mouth as you stared at John B. Hair a little longer, looking a little rougher than before, there he was. “Oh my god.”

“Hey, hey,” he reached for you, pulling you into arms that hadn’t held you in months. Whatever he meant to do, being held by him only made you more hysterical and you wrapped your arms around him, crying, “shh, babe, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

“God, I missed you so much.” You pressed your face to his shirt, tears staining the Hawaiian print translucent. “I thought, I thought I was never going to see you again.”  

“I know, I’m so sorry, I missed you too.” He brushed hair out of your face and kissed your forehead, hand pressed to your cheek. He was warm and welcoming and you had missed him so desperately that having him here now had you wondering how you had survived without him.  

“Does everyone else know?” You asked, suddenly. Had he gone to see Kiara or Pope or JJ?  

“Not yet, hey, don’t worry I’m gonna tell them.” He promised, “I just wanted to see you first. I missed you so much.”

John B was positive that he could never be sorry enough to make up for leaving you on this island though he wouldn’t have wanted you out there, capsizing in the ocean. You would have been loyal though, a trustworthy companion and it shouldn’t have taken going to Nassau to see that.

“I’m sorry,” he began apologizing again, ignoring his own thoughts on its worth, “I’m sorry about Sarah.”  

You sucked in a breath. You weren’t sure you wanted to hear that name ever again, half expecting her to jump out from some corner and ruin the moment. Here in this room John B was all yours, at least for right now.

“Where is she?” You asked.

“Somewhere, here, Nassau...I don’t know.” He clarified. He and Sarah had lasted less than he expected or hoped in the aftermath of breaking up with you. “I’m sorry I left you like that...I’m sorry for Sarah. I just...I just wasn’t listening to my head.”

“Trust me,” you assured, “I tried to move on, no one is you.” The tears came back before you could stop them, choking out that you had thought he was dead. Worried that he was on some island somewhere and no one would ever find him and he would die and you would be here not knowing. “They said it was a disappearance.”

“I know, they had too, it’s okay.” He promised, pulling you into him again, “it’s okay. I’m here, nothing can hurt you.”

“I don’t care what does, as long as you’re here.”  

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Freeform Greenlights 3 New Adult Animated Series By 20th Television Animation: “Praise Petey” “SupaShawty Girls, Funkamatic BangBang” & “Wallflower”

Freeform has ordered 3 animated comedy series from Disney’s adult animation division: 20th Television Animation

Praise Petey Created By from SNL head writer Anna Drezen, who created the series, and exec producers including Monica Padrick, Mike Judge and Greg Daniels a series order.

Praise Petey follows Petey, voiced by Schitt’s Creek star Murphy, a New York City “it” girl who has it all until her life comes crashing down around her. As luck would have it, a mysterious gift from her father gives her a new lease on life: she’s going to lean into modernizing his small-town cult.

Cowboy Bebop star Cho voices Bandit, a potential love interest for Petey and a cult member since childhood whose mother was a high-ranking member. The Good Fight’s Baranski voices White, Petey’s mother, a magazine editor, Manhattan society woman and a terrifying perfectionist who’s never eaten, tasted or seen ketchup.

The Flash’s Kiersey Clemons voices Eliza, a bartender at the local bar and reluctant BFF to Petey, working at her new cult. Magnum P.I.’s Amy Hill voices Mae Mae, Bandit’s Southern mama oozing with Southern hospitality who happens to be the right-hand woman of a cult leader. Barry’s Stephen Root voices Petey’s loving father, a charming, homespun, stone-cold cult leader with some pretty unique ideas about meditation, space, jumping up and down in a field, and how his bloodline is necessary for the salvation of mankind. He may or may not be dead.

It is exec produced by Central Park’s Monica Padrick, along with Bandera Entertainment’s Mike Judge, Greg Daniels and Dustin Davis, and ShadowMachine’s Alex Bulkley and Corey Campodonico. The series is produced by 20th Television Animation, with animation by ShadowMachine.

SupaShawty Girls, Funkamatic BangBang: Created by newcomer writers and executive producers Adamme and Adanne Ebo, and exec producers Tiffany Haddish and Melanie Clark.

It follows Yeze and Tule when a freak laboratory accident turns the twin college students into dopeass superheroes, and they must learn to manage their brand new super-powered lives with the growing pains of adulthood.  Unfortunately for humanity, they’d actually rather kick it than kick butt & save the world.

Wallflower Created By Julia Edelman, Solar Opposites co-exec producer Danielle Uhlarik, and New Yorker cartoonist Olivia de Recat.It follows Ren, a quick-witted introvert who has the power to communicate with her houseplants. With the misguided help of her charming, but dysfunctional ensemble of greenery, Ren clumsily navigates the many anxieties of being in your twenties.

Praise Petey, SupaShawty Girls: Funksamatic BangBan & Wallflower will begin production in early 2022.

It comes as the Disney-owned network takes another crack at animation, having previously developed a number of series in this space. Freeform has dabbled in animation development before. In 2019, it was working on millennial comedy Betches, written by Rachel Koller and produced by Emma Roberts, and Woman World, based on a graphic novel, written by Aminder Dhaliwal and exec produced by The Guild’s Felicia Day. 

Neither project ended up going to series.Hunter expects these new projects to be the first of many. “We do have a slate of others that aren’t yet at the steps of animatics and artwork and we’re continuing to buy. The goal is for this to continue to be its own pipeline of Gen Z and millennial stories for the Freeform brand,” she said. “We’ve been very aggressive about going out to the town to procure more projects.”

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boxed up lives | c.h

notes: we are on day two of the birthday fic week! these prompts were picked out by @gorgeouslygrace​!  prompts:  “After everything that we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” | “You make me happy.” warnings: none word count: 1.2k

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It felt like all you ever seemed to do was pack up your life to move into the next temporary place you would call home as you tried to maneuver living in the city.

“How many times is this in eight months now?” Calum’s exasperated whine from the living room made you snort in amusement as you folded the cardboard box closed.

“Third time in eight months. The first one couldn’t exactly be helped with the gas leak and all that.” You fired back as you lifted the box, placing it on the stack of boxes that were sat by your front door.

“And the rodent infestation in this place. You really know how to pick them.” And you rolled your eyes. 

“Well I’m waiting on a phone call before we can start loading the boxes and then we’ll get going. How’s that sound Mr ‘Do-I-Have-To-Lift-This’?” 

You heard laughter from the open front door and turned to see Ashton making his way to yours.

“Cal playing you up again?” 

“When doesn’t he.” The whine from the living room made the two of you laugh before you made your way further in.

Calum had stacked all the boxes neatly and was lounging on the couch, his body leaning back, hands resting behind his head. You rolled your eyes as you glanced at your silent phone, wondering when you’d get the call before sinking next to him on the couch. Ashton perched himself against the stack of boxes.

“So this new place, you been to see it?” You nodded at Ashton’s question, sinking closer to Calum without even realising. His arm had shifted to rest across the back of your shoulders, almost a silent invite that you wanted to accept.

But you didn’t give in so easily.

“Yeah, it’s not a bad place. I know a few people were bidding on the property to get a holding deposit down, but I’d gotten there first.” Your ringtone broke the sentence and you were quick to pick it up.

“I’m calling about the property you’re due to move in to.” There was no preamble, no small talk and you could feel your stomach sink as you let your elbow rest on your knees, your chin resting on your free hand.

“Is everything okay?” This caught their attention.

“Not really. We’ve just been given notice on the site. The owner of the land has decided and received permission to tear down the property.” Your heart sank into your stomach whilst your stomach descended further into the floor. 

“When was this decided?” 

“The decision came through this morning. We were only notified a couple of hours ago. I’ll have the holding fee refunded back to your account. I really am sorry about this and I wish you all the luck in finding another place.” The call went silent and you could feel the panic and fear send you spiraling

You wanted to scream.

The world seemed to be going into a tunnel vision, your vision spinning. Both Calum and Ashton shouted your name, but it was only when Calum entered your vision, you allowed yourself to snap back and you finally noticed that you were struggling for breath.

“Slow breaths, c’mon.” Calum instructed and you followed him until your head cleared and the dizziness stopped.

“What happened?” Ashton’s voice was quiet, but you could see the concern in his features as you finally wiped the tears from your face away.

“The owner of the land, they got planning permission to tear down the property.” You saw them both exchange concerned looks before Ashton nodded and Calum refocused on his attention to you.

“”We’ll store the boxes at Ashton’s place for now and you’re staying with me. Roy moved out a couple of weeks ago so I was going to be looking for a housemate anyway.” Calum’s reassurance didn’t stop the pit of fear bubbling under the surface, but it placated the panic in your chest.

“Are you sure?” The question was barely a whisper but Ashton smiled.

“What are friends for? And anyway, you’ll be doing Cal a favour by staying with him. Your stuff is fine to sit at mine till you figure out where to go next. And maybe this time we can help you pick a place that doesn’t have a gas leak, isn’t infested with rodents and won’t get demolished.” 

This drew a watery giggle from your lips as you took in slow deep breaths before you finally stood up, Calum steadying your balance.

“Lets get everything packed up to go then. I need to be out by six.” 

Both of them made it easier by joking around, pretending the lightest boxes were the heaviest. The laughter eased the fear even more and by the time that the boxes had been unloaded at Ashton’s, despite the ache in your bones, you were reassured that you had people who had your back. 

Eventually you got to Calum’s and you were practically falling asleep on him, making him laugh as he tried to nudge you to the spare room.

But you stubbornly clung to him, whining when he successfully got you into the spare room.

It was easy for you to pass out and let the stress of the day go.

When you next woke up, midday had come and gone and you felt more exhausted than ever. But you made yourself get up, dragging yourself downstairs to where Calum was sitting in the lounge.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty.” The tease was natural as you stuck your tongue out at him in return. He chuckled as you slumped down into the available spot next to him.

“Thank you for this Cal. This is all feeling hellish.” You murmured and he pulled you closer, his lips pressing to your temple.

“Can’t help but seem to need to rescue a pretty thing in distress.” You snorted at that.

“Shut up. Sometimes I feel like you’ve only ever helped me out of feeling bad and nothing else.” You admitted softly, causing him to pull away, an incredulous look crossing his features.

“Really?” Your confused gaze met his stunned one and you nodded. “You do realise that I’m entirely in love with you, right?” 

Your confusion turned into shock as you stared at him.

“Calum?” 

“Are you really fucking serious? After everything that we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” And suddenly you could feel the shame of just trying to pass off each gesture he’d done, every touch, every kiss to your head. You felt lost for words.

“I’m sorry, I thought-I didn’t realise that you-fuck. I tried to fool myself into thinking you weren't interested in me like that because I was scared that we’d lose us.” 

Your admittance softened his stunned look of frustration, to one of exasperated amusement. 

“You make me happy. Why should I deny myself that with you?” And you felt like smacking your head off the coffee table.

“Cal, I’m so sorry. I’m a whole fucking dumbass.” You muttered and he could only smile as his hand lifted up, curling his fingers around your cheek, his grip firm yet gentle and you felt every wall you’d ever built crumble down in those few seconds.

“Kiss and make up?” He whispered and you could only nod, feeling your eyes fall shut as his lips met yours and you practically melted against him.

“We’ll work this out together, I promise.” He murmured when he’d pulled his lips away, his forehead resting against yours.

You could only kiss him in response.

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[eukennedy]

⟨ LORENZO ZURZOLO. DEMIBOY. HE/THEY. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, KENNEDY MORETTI-KING is actually a descendent of A T H E N A. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old MEDICAL STUDENT from MILAN, ITALY has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite BRILLIANT & SELFISH.

FULL NAME: kennedy moretty-king. NICKNAME(S): he prefers his full name, but gets ‘ken’, ‘kenny’ and ‘king’ often. AGE: twenty-three. BIRTHDAY: november 1st. GENDER: demiboy. PRONOUNS: he/they. ( mostly goes by he, but doesn’t care ) ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual. MAJOR: he’s currently in med school, but completed a bachelor’s of science in neuroscience. HEIGHT: 6′1". MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral evil. MBTI: ENTP HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin. TRAITS: ambitious, intelligent, disingenuous, judgmental, quick-witted, selfish, petty, passionate, outgoing, charming.

short bio blurb.

for your first few years of life, your cries are met with warm consoling arms, kisses over scraped knees and meals around the dinner table. as you grow older, the concept washes out of sight like a salty tide: slowly, then all at once. your parents draw the lines and your nannies color them in, and with time you realize you might in fact be the only kid in history who doesn’t resent them for it. not one bit.

a son of two brilliant surgeons ( your godly parent delivered you as a gift, but your real mother is not athena ), your life has been filled with ten-minute holidays and interrupted birthdays. as you grew to understand it, you discovered you hardly minded much. after all, you inherited your parents’ desire for medicine and excellence, and you aspire to be so busy one day, crave it, actually, so you fill your need for attention elsewhere and allot the rest of your time to achieving perfection. you’re in the stars and you know it; there’s no time to hold success against the people that drove you there.

though your family’s social circle shifted its orbit to the rich and powerful, they remain grounded as ever. for this, your ego is your best kept secret at home. mother and father would grill you for your narcissistic reputation, so you hide it when you’re back for the holidays behind big smiles and perfectly plated meals. they want you to be proud, not arrogant, but it’s not your fault: you just can’t help that you’re always right.  

if you fall, though, you fall far –- the morettis and the kings don’t throw money at problems.

they solve them.

your desire for greatness burns bright in your belly and your affinity for it has a habit of taking over the more tender parts of your heart. you’re not cruel, just destined, and nothing puts you on your toes faster than a threat, so you remove them. poll ten people and seven might think you brutal in your ambition, but all is fair in love, war and the pursuit of knowledge.

you’re focused but more romantic than what meets the eye.  while chocolates and flowers aren’t your forte, but loyalty and dedication are. there’s no better lover than one who has a habit of sinking its teeth into anything they love, and you’re a dog whose never given up a bone in his life.

your softer inner workings are there underneath and you’re not ashamed, not at all, they’ll bring you the other piece of the puzzle one day. someone to help you hold that trophy high above your head and someone to smile while they do. vulnerability doesn’t set you back; it propels you, but you’re still skating around how to equip it just right. you’re prone to using words like fire to mask your ego, and communication fizzles out by a stinging touch.

now, you turn your head toward the future. the snap of latex gloves and the slice of a scalpel. the desire to invent, to perform, to heal – anything along the way is a blip, a moment, but nothing that can’t be solved when you refuse to stop. your fate is in your hands.

background breakdown.

kennedy moretti-king is the son of two famous surgeons: dr. giada moretti-king ( mostly known as dr. moretti ) and dr. jason king. both have made several advancements in their fields, dr. moretti herself working on innovative tools to advance laparoscopic surgery as a general surgeon, and dr. king as a renowned cardiothoracic surgeon.

dr. jason moved to america to italy where he met giada and that’s also where they were gifted little kennedy here, so he was raised in milan for the most part, where both his parents work at grande ospedale metropolitano niguarda. 

while many others have struggled to find where a godly parent or a demigod child fits into their lives, their family was completely different. kennedy was an experiment of sorts, a gift from athena to one of the most intelligent human couples that couldn’t bear their own children. for that, athena has remained relatively removed from kennedy’s life, though he’s almost always been aware of her existence. athena remains quite happy with kennedy and his parents raising him as their own, and kenny knows giada as his mother, not athena. 

although his parents were absent more often than not due to their demanding work lives, kennedy knew from a young age that he wanted to follow in their footsteps. raised mostly by various nannies over the years, kennedy was bothered when he was younger when his parents didn’t make it to every recital; however, this was mostly erased as he grew old enough to understand their occupations.

it was love at first sight when kennedy visited the hospital. maybe not the bloody surgery part, but medicine in general, the intense need to know about the body. why it worked the way it did. he was absolutely fascinated. the time he did spend with his parents was used to soak up all the knowledge he could, and they never minded much. it gave them common ground to love the same thing.

the kings were glad to have one son that wanted to follow in their footsteps, and so even if there’s a large distance between them at times, kennedy has always had a fairly good relationship with his parents, even if that comes with immense pressure. his parents would’ve been equally as happy should he had wanted to pursue something else ( all they wanted was a happy and healthy child ) but kenny’s desire to pursue the same line of work was a welcome coincidence. they teach him everything they know, but they’re well aware it won’t be very long until he knows far more than they do.

due to his constant pursuit of knowledge, athena’s never quite bothered to interfere in his life but the threats that lurk outside the protected walls were the reason kennedy chose to pursue education within eonia’s campus.

it should also be said that his parents are extremely dope people, they both did a lot of pro bono work, charity work and partook in doctors without borders. they are Rich Rich and so is kennedy, but they very much wanted him to have a down-to-earth experience. it failed, in some ways, but while kennedy could be years ahead in his studies, it’s limited so he’s only about a year or so ahead of his peers. they wanted him to have a social life! and not be an emotionally stunted child genius! but alas, it did not entirely work out <3

personality breakdown.

to say he’s a perfectionist is an understatement. he simply refuses to go into a field and be the flop of the family, so his pursuit of knowledge is pretty unparalleled. he takes his studies seriously, and doesn’t really relate to the college life of skipping 8ams to nurse hangovers.

not that he doesn’t have them -– but we love a man that perseveres.

wish i had his confidence of just assuming everything’s going to go his way. his label means force or necessity, and that’s because kennedy has a way of making things working in his favor with pure force. ‘kennedy, aren’t you worried you’ll fail?’ ‘no.’ ‘how?i’ ‘because i won’t let myself. duh’

although he doesn’t have the softest personality due to the lack of being hugged as a child, kennedy, at his core, isn’t entirely evil. he’s capable of caring about people and does. he’s a passionate person, and that can translate to love and loyalty for the right people. he doesn’t half-ass anything, so when he commits it’s on.

still, the boy has quite an ego. for him to think something is good enough to commit to takes a bit. he’s got particular taste, never backs down from a fight, and almost annoyingly always thinks he’s right. his ambition can sometimes blind him to the point of selfishness at times, even if his heart is in the right place.

he’s got his good qualities, though! for someone he loves, he’s there. he’s quite dependent when he wants to be, and he’s smart as anything. if you need help getting out of a jam, his brain is basically hardwired to know how to land on his feet.

kennedy is very organized and put together. never catch a wrinkle, even on his plain t-shirts. he shows his love through helping: he’s more likely to help you clean your dorm or organize your study notes for your test than deliver a monologue on his love for you, but it counts! you just need to know what to look for.

a brat but sometimes a lovable brat.

wanted connections.

a best friend. kennedy grew up without serious parental figures ( not by choice, but they were busy rip ), so i’d love a childhood best friend with him that accepts him for his personality flaws. he would be hella ride or die for this person, which he isn’t for much of anyone else, so that means quite a bit! someone to keep him grounded, call him out on his bullshit, but not completely destroy his ego.

exes. honestly, kennedy can be quite the petty betch. i can envision a lot of ugly breakups in his past OR we can plot some exes on good terms! he’s not totally emotionally stunted, can be quite a good boyf when he wants to be, but also a complete nightmare too. any gender feel free !

hookups. self-explanatory. college life. the nature of their relationship will be entirely dependent on the muses and their dynamic, but kennedy isn’t always the nicest to his casual flings depending on their dynamic. some friends with benefits could work, though, for positive casual connections.

enemies. okay, look at this bratty bitch. there is no way he doesn’t have some, if not many, enemies. he has a temper and doesn’t like to be told no, so if you ever wanna verbally spat it out, feel free. he won’t swing, tho. those are surgeon’s hands, baby.  

hate-to-love friendship. someone dopey or complete unambitious that somehow kennedy still loves despite them being total opposites. he doesn’t get why they don’t do their assignments, or why they fall asleep drunk in the bathtub twice a week, but he really can’t deny that they amuse him and he cares about them.

anything else!

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[lils-writes-stuff]

Tag Game!!!

Omg so I’ve never done a tag game before ahhh, so I was tagged by the wonderful @hurricanejjareau,(tysm btw) so yea here we go!!

Name: my name is Lily

Nickname: lils is one, but everyone calls me different things: bean, peanut, woman (mostly by boys who have no respect but yk) 

Star sign: Pisces!! 

Favorite musicians: 5sos, Harry Styles, The Lumineers, the Head and The Heart, Sleep Atlast, Maggie Rogers, Shawn Mendes, Luke Combs, Of Monsters and Men, many more but that’s all I could think of.

Fav sports team: So huge baseball fan, Braves specifically, NFL the Detroit Lions, college UGA, I want to get into hockey more but I like either the redwings of the New Jersey Devils. I am a Hawks basketball fan, but I also like the Lakers too.

Other blogs: @sucha-fake-betch is my main that I’ve had for so long.

How many blogs I follow: 40, I thought I followed a lot more hahaha

Tumblr crushes: I don’t have one

Lucky numbers: number 9, for my birthday and it’s also Matthew Stafford’s number, and number 13 because it’s my volleyball and basketball number.

Dream vacation: Greece, I want to look at the art and see all the sites. I want to travel everywhere tho really.

Dream car: TESLA!!! David Dobrik makes me jealous ngl... 

Favorite food: hmmm, I think its steak, maybe mashed potatoes, southern cooking really though.  

Drink of choice: Dr. Pepper, or a frozen coke, or frozen Dr. Pepper that would be good too. 

Instruments: tried to learn guitar...I’m pretty handy with a triangle or a drum if someone gives e a beat to follow. 

Language: I speak English, I take Spanish in school but I’m not good lol

Celebrity crushes: Oh gosh, here we go...Matthew Gray Gubler, Luke Hemmings, Shawn Mendes, Jack Hughes, Dylan O’brian, Calum Hood, David Dobrik, Harry Styles, Tom Holland, Dansby Swanson, and more but I can’t think of them. 

Fun facts: Matthew Gray Gubler and I share a birthday!! Super cool. Uh what else, well I went to a performing arts school part-time for a while. I have been in two state championship games back to back. I was also a swimmer for a long time ad was very promising, but I quiet cause I needed a team sport. 

Tagging my fav writers: Okay so here we go, @imagining-in-the-margins  is incredible, she has such great Spencer Reid writing, ugh the make me swoon. @dontkissthewriter is amazing also, she has a story called ‘read between the lines’ OMG let me tell you that was amazing!!! Okay so backing away from CM, @bilesbilinskix has a teen wolf re-write that I adore. I read it a while ago but it was actually what inspired me to write Best Years. Okay so @daniellesimagines, I’ve read her one-shots since I was in the seventh or eighth grade I think, since before I was on Tumblr anyway she is awesome I love her 5sos one-shots.   

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SIN MIEDO - BUCKY BARNES (FOUR)

EPISODE FOUR: DELETED SCENE

Series tags: @calums-betch // SM masterlist //

Word Count: 1,265

Pairing: Stark!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: The mission was getting messier but Y/N yearned for simplicity. For family. But diving into the past broke her worse than she expected.

You quietly shut the door to the bedroom behind you, slipping away while Zemo talked to Sam about the serum. You contemplated locking it but didn’t worry about it. The boys generally gave you your privacy more often than not. Crossing the room, you sat on the bed with your phone in your hand.

You didn’t think you’d do it anymore. You thought that was the last time you needed to. But something in your chest needed to hear it. You weren’t sure what it was, but almost getting through to Karli… It reminded you of who your dad saw you to be, the kind girl who had a heart as big as her bank account. The girl who preferred conversation to confrontation, but wouldn’t back down from a fight.

But now you weren’t so sure who you were. Some days you felt normal, comfortable in your own skin. And other days you felt like you were wearing a costume, like Y/N Stark was a character that you were playing.

Your phone was the time capsule of your relationship with your dad. All your photos and videos were there, locked in a special album. Your text conversation was still there. His contact and old voicemails were still there. And the only piece of Stark tech you kept with you was home to a couple hologram messages, even the last message before his time traveling. It was intended for you, Morgan, and Pepper, but you had edited it to only save the part that was talking to you.

You unlocked your cell and opened your voicemails first. You had five locked messages from years ago. All five were from your dad while you were dusted. With a tight feeling and shaky hands, you played each of them in order.

“Hey Y/N.” Your dad's voice came through. Instantly, the tears came. “I wish I had better news for you… I got back to Earth, with the help of some blonde glowing space-lady. Part of me hoped that when I got back, that you’d be here waiting for me… I gotta say that I would’ve been alright not coming back without you. Oh man, I just- I miss you, Mini Me. I love you to the stars. And this is the part where you say ‘Around the moon and back’.. It shouldn’t have been you..”

“Y/N!” He sounded happy. “Oh, kid.. Where do I begin? It’s too quiet without you around. I hate it. But it uh- it won’t be quiet for too much longer because, well, you are getting a sibling! Yeah, Pepper’s pregnant so that’s fun. Kinda makes me think about your mom and what she went through… I really was a crap dad in the beginning, huh? Well I hope I made up for that… As long as I did right by you, I did my job. It’s just- It’s not gonna be the same… I remember-“ He laughed and it made your heart twist. “-having to chase you around with a fire extinguisher. And when you started with your- oh what did you call them? Your air scooters? Oh my god! No matter what… I love you, Y/N/N. To the stars, around the moon, and back.”

You only got through two before your heart shattered again in your chest. You held your phone tightly with one hand and covered your mouth with the other. You sobbed heavily but you tried to contain the noise. You didn’t want the boys to hear. Your breath hitched as you tried to calm yourself but nothing seemed to do it while the small wheezes came out, muffled by your hand.

You wanted to throw your phone, to throw the pillows off the bed and put a fist through the wall. You hated the universe for taking the only thing you cared about. You wanted to burn yourself to ash and rebuild someone new. You were tired of that lonely feeling.

“Hey, you in here?” Barnes asked as he walked in. You looked up from your lap with red, puffy eyes and tears streaming down your face. You took the collar of your shirt and tried to clear your face in hopes Barnes hadn’t noticed. You cleared your throat and offered him an obviously fake smile while your eyes still glistened.

Barnes crossed the room and knelt in front of you. Gently, he took the phone from your hands and glanced at the screen. He saw the name IRON DAD✨and sighed softly. He placed the phone on the nightstand and looked back to you.

“It should’ve been me.” You said quietly. You couldn’t speak above a whisper out of fear that you would break. You couldn’t lift your eyes from your hands either. “He told me- He told me there was only one way. He told me there was one way and I- I didn’t listen. It- I should’ve done it. I should’ve saved him.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He tried, gently putting a hand over yours, stopping your mindless fidgeting. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t do anything!” You cried. “I- I didn’t- I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“You did everything you could.” He tried, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Maybe I could’ve healed him. I could’ve- It could’ve been enough to get him to a- a- a hospital or something. I- I just- I just froze and stood there. I-“

“Stop.” He interrupted gently. “It’s not your fault.”

You dropped off the bed to your knees in front of Barnes. You fell against him, wrapping your arms around him as you cried. You kept your sobs silent as they shook your chest and shoulders. Your eyes were tightly closed but nothing could stop the tears from falling.

Barnes hesitantly put his arms around you in return, rubbing your back and muttering that it was okay. He wasn’t sure why you broke or why you threw yourself into his arms. His heart broke for you in those moments, to see you so vulnerable. So young and alone...

He knew you were only human, that you had emotions and grief and pain. But to see it so clear on your face and in your body language, to hear it in your voice. You had always presented yourself with grace, with power and control. Watching you fall apart in his arms.. Barnes had only felt truly powerless a few times, but he knew that was probably the most useless he had ever been.

“Then why does it feel like it is?” You asked weakly. Your voice sounded so small, so young. “Like I could’ve at least tried something.”

“We all did everything we could.”

“But I-“

“You’re gonna drive yourself crazy if you keep thinking about what you could’ve done… ‘What if’ isn’t going to change what is, no matter how bad we want it to…”

“All this power and it wasn’t enough…” You pulled away and wiped your eyes to see his expression. His face was as open and gentle as you’d ever seen it. His eyes were never more kind than they were in that moment “Buck, if you had a kid like me, would you be proud? If they could do the things I can and have lived the way I have..”

“Yeah..” He nodded with a gentle smile. “I’d be proud of them. Y/N, your dad wouldn’t have done what he did if he didn’t know you’d be alright when he was gone… You’re so much stronger than you realize. He’s proud of you and so are we.”

[openforjean]

sebastian stan x reader where they both star in a movie + they’re doing an interview on james cordon and things get real steamy real quick ps love u

Warnings: (+18) dirty talking, steamy makeout sesh 

A/n: finally back from NC, I’m writing this in public and I couldn’t do it so smutty cause I wouldn’t be ok. But I’m back betches

You and him are VERy flirty with each other

“It’s hard for me to do scenes with him because how distracting his eyes are”

He would turn red as a tomato from your compliment 

“Her lips are very hard to not look at” 

your eyes widened and cheeks tint to the color red 

interviews like that would end with you two making out in the makeup room 

you’re on top of him on the couch running your hands thru his hair

each kiss was filled with love and passion 

your legs wrapped around his waist 

his hands roaming down your body to your ass and him whispering the dirtiest little things 

“cant wait ‘til we get back to the hotel room” 

“i’m going to fuck you until you cant walk” 

“those pretty lips will be all swollen from sucking my cock” 

his mouth will travel to your neck 

your head falls back and your hold back a moan

“we need to get back to the interviewers guys” 

you hop off him, you fix your shirt in the mirror behind you and seb holds your waist down to feel his hard on in his pants

“be ready for tonight, princess”

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