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mychemicalraymance · 1 year
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i started this post so short and made it into a full on tour outfit camp/fashion post accidentally
hope everyone knows that gerard’s skirt suit tie is like. literally a vintage “women’s” tie. when middle class women entered the workforce with gusto the fashion of professionalism and suits etc had an existential crisis about what to do with the ties...... like the ties of skirt/women’s suits are specifically bows and ribbons.  i can’t give any sort of statement as to why, aside from the fact of arbitrarily and subtly keeping gendered difference while “copying” men’s standard dress and attempting to move away from 60′s professional dress, which was largely the same as women’s social and public dress. anyway. the fact of choosing this tie 
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and the fact that the tie reveals itself to be a scarf only after the jacket is removed is amazing... idk. it reveals the distinction between men’s and women’s dress and how gender is forcefully adapted into all ways of life, even in movements to remove it. the same goes for the kitten heels, 
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kitten heels are another perfect camp example of gender adaptation imo. heeled and uncomfortable, explicitly gendered but “professionalized”, largely considered frumpy to a certain degree and unsexual due to their low height. translating the professional uniform of men to women’s attire was a sort of a second wave assimilation approach to gender. 
50s’/ 60′s workplace attire, which emphasized busts, hips, and waist. 
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and then the more 70′s / 80′s look of gerard’s tie and heels - boxy, “androgynous”, padded and square shoulders, adopting suit jackets and patterns
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the tour (mostly the dresses and skirts, designed outfits) has been largely 70s to me, even with the explicitly  60′s and ww II looks.
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 they’re incredibly boxy and have a “boyish” silhouette, a hallmark of women’s fashion of the 70s, considering women’s lib and the gender revolution. it’s so cool to see because part of that was a move TOWARDS androgyny, and now even the pants looks are identifiably “women’s” or androgynous.  even the sunglasses are “women’s”.  
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“women’s” sunglasses, “women’s” ties, and “women’s” specially adapted uniforms, be it nurse or office worker. all of these looks are seeded from the historical urge to de-gender and androgenize fashion, yet to our eyes it’s unmistakably “women’s” 
camp by my definition  in its purest form is the re-contextualization of needlessly gendered practices, society, and fashion, and the shifting context is used to satirize the  notion that things are “naturally” gendered and dimorphic. camp, when effective, describes the constructed nature of gender and sexuality. women’s suits DESIGNED to be "more masculine” are  by modern standards (well i mean. by modern feminist standards LOL) still obviously so far from the mark of “genderless”. it highlights the fact that gender is so insidiously woven into EVERYTHING, even  social efforts to be more egalitarian, so to speak. it makes us see the gender we quietly perform as “natural” in modern life. 
i’m not a fashion historian or anything else so if i’m wrong i’m sorry LOL. but i give such a huge fuck about gendered fashion in camp and also gerard way
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blueeyesatnight · 3 months
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Translations: Part 4: Conjugations
Title: Translations
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC (Elena Sidorova) (Russian, white)
Rating: R, consider it on par with the general tone of the movies and comics
Warnings: Language, Vintage Sexism, Unkind treatment of a female/female prisoner (not by Bucky), implied sexual abuse of the female prisoner (again, not by Bucky)
Word Count: 2900
A/N: This one has been a long time in coming– this is me, inserting an original character into the action from First Avenger through Endgame. I've been dabbling with the doc since Civil War came out and I've been tweaking it-- this'll "end" in time to "Start" The Falcon and Winter Soldier events (though I won't be writing them).
It has been a year I am so sorry. It shouldn't be so long again...
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Elena stared at the names on the board. Currently there were six snipers, only two were on base. So four. Four names. Four potentials for the body they'd recovered. She had said as soon as she saw it that it wasn't James but every minute his name stayed on the list she doubted herself. The days were strange here and James had wound himself around her heart like a thorny weed. She couldn't help the worry– she hadn't even said good-bye to him because he was not supposed to be by danger. 
But now there was a body, face so blown to bits by the blast that the dog tags were gone and all there was for ID was the sniper ammunition strapped to their belt. A sniper was down. James was a sniper. 
She was trying not to panic. 
It was hard to remember that time here ran strangely. The medical tents were not like the rest of the camp where people were really concerned with her accent or her broken english. Medical tents lived on the edge of an emergency all the time and it tended to erase bias. Elena had proven herself in stages to the people around her. Once she learned their words for their tools, she was able to pick them out incredibly fast and hand them over. And there were times where there were too many injured and not enough hands, and she would take care of someone herself. The doctors hadn't left her with anything big yet, but she was getting progressively nastier lacerations and she proved herself  adept at cleaning and dressing them. They also adored her bedside manner which was unerringly professional– she didn't understand why they were surprised she had been taught that this was a core practice. Though the medical tents’ flexibility did not extend to all the men that they were treating. She still sounded in part like the enemy even if she was nothing but kind to them. 
She knew and all too well that it was time alone that would bear witness to her personality and tell people what to think about her. She also knew that ultimately she had very little control over what people decided to think and all she could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other, and trying to do what she thought was right. 
There were two people whose opinion she cared very much about and one was James. The one that confused her the most was Howard. She didn't know who Howard Stark was before coming to this tent, but some of the nurses would whisper and giggle about him and try to decide who would get a date from him. The thing that Elena most was fascinated by was the machines and the amount of knowledge he had. There was comfort in inventions from the daughter of an inventor but Howard was extraordinarily rich and powerful and bombastic so she did not approach him. If pressed though she would say that he was one of the people she hoped would ultimately realize she was a good person, him more than even the Colonel. She did not worry over Steve's impression– he wore it on his sleeve. He treated her no differently than anyone else and would tip his hat and say “miss” to her as he did with all the nurses. 
Today, though, she wasn't concerned with Howard or Steve or any of the rest– her thoughts were on James because they didn't know exactly where he was, and they had an unclaimed body and the longer that the body was unclaimed and his name was still on the list of potential identities, she found herself, getting more and more upset. She busied herself, or tried to. 
The nurses took rotation and they insisted when you were off that you rest and if you didn't want to for whatever reason you had to make yourself otherwise occupied. Again, she would often find that she wasn't welcome to loiter in the mess hall and talk to many people, and the games of gambling and books that they were reading were all guarded jealously from her, as though she might somehow find a way to spy on them for the enemy. She reminded herself again and again that it wasn't as personal as it felt and time would show them that she could be trusted. It was Steve who convinced the colonel and a few of the other men to let her have a set of tools and some pieces of wood and furniture to mess around with when she mentioned to him that she had often found a lot of peace in helping her father tinker with some of his inventions. 
“He had big mind, my father. Saw bodies and machines could be simlar.” 
“Similar.” Steve offered. 
She nodded, “Many inventions. Many practices. He said he could no do quiet hobby like watch birds. He had to make things. I understand– I like this too.” 
Steve was a very smart man but also he was a sensitive one, and advocating for her came purely out of a place of knowing what it was like to lose a parent and want some small thing to do that kept that connection feeling alive again. If he had ever been interviewed about it, he would have said that he didn't actually think it would become a useful thing for anyone but her, but that helping her felt like enough it a reason to advocate for it. Even when she showed Steve and the doctors what she had come up with for the tents there was a bit of a surprise when it worked. They had been very kind to give her a few pieces of their furniture and items to modify it when her English stalled and she lost the fluency to tell them what she wanted. She suspected they'd rather have her modifying furniture than people but they seemed to consider her differently when they saw her changes. 
It was a folding table. 
And now, soon, she was working on the last one when they weren't having her fetch and boil bandages, a set of chairs. Sturdy as hell given the screws and choice of cuts. She could do better with a welder at hand but it wouldn't do to wish for such frivolity.
In fact the lead doctor had so liked her design he asked she take a couple of the guys who were off duty and work faster doing more. 
“Helpful and smart.” He had approved, which she was told had reached the Colonel but Steve had come and smiled at them and said, “This is great…would your dad have liked it? 
“I think yes. He make something like this for home for when he need more space. If he leave it up all time we would no have a table to eat on.” 
Steve smiled, “Yeah my mother was a nurse. When it was time to bring home reports we had to eat out in the living room.” 
James was missing and had been for a few days. Steve was starting to worry, she could tell. 
“He's fine. Buck always gets into some kinda mischief he shouldn't but he gets out fine. He's fine.” 
She hoped so. 
She was nearly out of projects to keep worried hands busy. 
Someone whistled and she jumped in the air. 
“Sorry.” The man smiled behind a well groomed mustache, “I was admiring your handiwork.” 
It took her a whole solid minute to recognize Howard Stark. 
“Mr. Stark?”
“So they tell me.” He winked and opened his mouth to say something to her but the Colonel hollered for him and he held up a finger, “Hold that thought.”
That had been two days ago. Howard had not yet found time to come back.
Worse– neither had James.
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She was helping change bandages. It was work that, while important, she could let her mind wander.
Two names.
Two possibilities.
The man in the back, under a sheet, was either Rick Fenton or James Barnes. 
She felt, in her stomach, that it wasn’t James but her stomach was also starting to knot. She was distracted by the worry and the doctor noticed, “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yes.” She assured him and got back to the bandages.
The work was comforting– it had structure, routine. She didn’t like being idle, idleness meant time for remembering, for thinking in all the ways she shouldn’t. She wanted her mind to keep going forward but it could get stuck.
She felt she had just started work but when she looked up she did a double-take at the clock. The doctor laughed, “Time flies when you’re having fun?”
“Y-yes.” 
What to do? 
She didn’t want to go back to the tent with Peggy, not because she didn’t like Peggy but because Peggy was so busy it was a lonely place.
She didn’t want to be alone.
And the board? 
The board still had tw—
“Someone told me to bring this to Corporal Henson, is he here? And to check in with the doctor on duty.” 
Her head snapped to the front of the tent where James Barnes was muddy but otherwise looked to be in good shape, and he was holding a mail pouch for Corporal Henson. One of the other nurses took the pouch and he saw Elena, nodding to her, “Hey El, how’s things?”
How’s things?
Like she had not spent days worried he was dead and his body was in the back tent. Like she had not…
It wasn’t polite but she turned and exited. Amid giving over the mail he saw her grab her chest and duck out the back of the tent, he followed her, worried, and when he got close heard the sharp sound of tears being sucked in hard by someone trying not to cry. 
"El?"
She jumped. Life was full of little moments.
She had given this man soap when he was in prison. Helped him escape. Let him be her pillow on the road.
He called her El.
Maybe that was just something he did, maybe it wasn’t anything to read into, maybe…but the last few days of worry showed her that his kindnesses, his little kindnesses, had leeched on to her heart so firmly she couldn’t help but be a little in enamored of him. 
She looked at him hard, her eyes angry and rapturous all at once, and walked up to him with a burst of energy, "James!...You are alive." 
She could’ve left it there.
She could’ve.
She felt possessed by the unexpected feeling of joy. She hadn’t felt pure, unadulterated joy like that in so long that it was heady. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and one hand cupped his face and she kissed him before she could hear his response. 
It struck her that she was doing this right now and she felt her breath catch in her throat.
Maybe he would push her aside or say no? Maybe she should just stop?
But his hands shot to her waist to hold her there and he kissed her back with the patience of a man who does not expect this will be the only kiss he gets, but it willing to wait as long as he needs. Lazy, almost, like a fat house cat. He was surprised but pleasantly so-- he had thought this would be a hell of a lot longer in coming if it came at all but coming from a big family taught him that if you get an unexpected present you hold on tight with both hands. So he did. Two hands on her, keeping her close. He kissed her without feeling rushed, teasing, exploring, cultivating a sense of what made her make that little sound in the back of her throat that was presently driving him positively insane.
Then he heard the other noise that drove him a whole different crazy.
Oh not now punk.
Steve cleared his throat, "Uh...Buck? A word?" 
Bucky smiled against her mouth, "Oh I bet a series of choice ones." 
Bucky picked up one of her hands and kissed it, "I'm harder to kill than that, doll." 
"Do not scare me again." She scolded and he winked at her, "Well if that's your reaction I might have to scare you more often." 
She smacked his arm and gave him a withering look. 
The men left, with Steve hissing, “What just happened?” and Buck giving him a shit eating grin, “What? They leave it out of your birds and bees talk?”
Elena had one hand over her mouth as if she was shocked at herself.
Maybe it is just once, maybe. Maybe he will not do another…
But somehow? Somehow she believed he would. She was so distracted she walked into someone who was loitering around. Howard Stark was looking from the medical tent to the rest of the camp, "Sweetheart, you the clever devil with the wrench and the spare parts?”
“Pardon?”
He nodded as if he already knew the answer and gestured with his head, “Take a walk with me. I want to pick your brain." She cocked an eyebrow and he laughed, "I promise no funny business."
He pointed to this thing or that around the camp and asked her what she thought about it.
“What do you think? That too large for the sheathing?”
 Her kiss with Bucky had made her so happy, so swoony, she wasn’t really giving much thought to how she said things or that this was Howard Stark. The other nurses would have kittens if they could see her walking around with him.
“It is too many corners, it is not size but points.” She said not fully realizing that she was talking to someone who built his first engine when he was ten.
He laughed, but not meanly. He laughed like someone does when they absolutely guessed correctly, “So what’s your story then? Engineering? Med school? What gave you the chops to make those pieces in the medical tent?”
“Engine Seer?” Elena shook her head, “No, no– my father he said we do that when we are no working on people. For to…” She flexed her fingers in a demonstrative motion, “keep moving.”
Howard rubbed his eyes, “For…practice? Like a hobby? Like some people take up watercolors, you take up minor feats of mechanical engineering?”
“It is just furniture.” She shrugged, “We make our own most times. That way we get what we need.”
She had assumed most people lived like that, but Howard’s expression made her reconsider that, "Can I ask? The tents, tables, equipment…how'd you get it up so fast? Everyone else was slogging things in and out of trucks and you guys were already ready to go." 
“It is–” She forgot the word and tried to mime it, “It can pack flat for moving. For less space.”
“Pack it, store it in fewer spaces, move it easier, and up up up it goes.” Howard nodded, “I’m embarrassed I didn’t see that sooner. And who, pray tell, are you? I mean, I know you’re you and I know you’re the little worker bee flitting around here, seems like you sleep less than me, but I’d like to know who to make a check out to when I buy all this off you.”
“This is no mine, this belong to the army.” Elena blushed and stuck out her hand, “Elena. Elena Sidorova.”
"Sidorova…so Alexei Sidorov's daughter. You got your dad's mind." He smirked, “I thought maybe…when I heard the accent, I mean, how many daughters of Russian doctors taken by Hydra were saved, hmm? But still…you live up to the family reputation.” 
She wasn’t sure what to say to him, "Tinker?" 
Howard pointed to the new hinges and improved joists, "This. Inventing. You got an eye." 
"I just see next step is all. They no fold, it does no–" she motioned stacking with her hands and Stark laughed. 
"Well Next Step Sidorova…can I buy you a drink and give you a job?" 
"No thank you I…I happy. Here." 
Howard rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine…what if I asked you for a little favor?" 
She flipped her hand back and forth: maybe.
He smiled at her with the sort of charm that explained the nurses in the tent losing their minds to date him, “What if I asked for your opinion on some projects of mine? Would you mind taking a look?”
“You want help?”
“Yeah.” He confirmed, “Being honest I heard your dad had some ideas about medical appliances. Arms and legs. Eyes. But more too, chest pieces? I know he’s not around to talk to but you? I dunno. If you wanted to talk, share some ideas, I would be totally willing to hear and I promise– I pay my talent well and treat them like royalty. You’d be well taken care of, just so I never have to compete against you.” 
It didn’t seem like a trick– an aggressive level of charm, but a genuine offer. 
“Okay Howard.”
Little did she know that she had just made a move that would change the rest of her life. 
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A/N: No worries there is no Love Triangle here and Howard is not a (problematic) douche, just a normal Howard level douche. It's genetic I hear.
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It was wildly windy today. Scary at times! But it wasn't a terrible day. I was just very tired.
I fell asleep easier last night but waking up was very tough. I let myself sleep in until 730. And I left late but it was okay. I was moving really slowly. James was getting ready to go for a bike ride and I gave them a big hug but I really didn't want to leave so I didn't let myself wait for them to leave with me and left as soon as I was ready.
My lip is much more swollen but doesn't hurt as bad. Keeping it covered is helping and I found cutting a fabric bandaid seems to be the best way to cover it right now. Eating with a bandaid on my lip is impossible but I didn't have to change it as many times so I'm happy about that.
The ride in was fine but the wind was very strong. I didn't notice but Alexi had texted us that schools were opening two hours late so she would be in later. So that meant everyone came in later. Except me because I didn't notice it. Ah well.
I got to camp and had my bagel and read for a while. Jess asked me to make a ride wish list for Disney. So I did some research and figured out what rides I would like to try for. I'm not a big rides person but there are a few boat based ones I think I will enjoy. And it was fun looking into everything and the possibilities.
We are changing the order of the parks because the travel agent has been kind of useless and didn't tell us that Magic Kingdom is closing early the day were planning on going so now we are probably ending the week with Magic Kingdom instead of starting it. That's okay. I'm just excited to go with Jess.
Eventually people started coming in. And I was given a few small tasks. But I also just spent time reading and doing little things in the computer.
Heather trained me and Sarah on the camp registration website and how to see the wait-list and so because we could do that we could start helping to answer emails from parents. It turns out registering can be a little confusing so I made a reference sheet for parents with a step by step guide and hopefully it will help.
Celia came in to talk to Alexi. And it was nice to see her. I would have my lunch and went for a little walk. I was surprised that there were more downed trees from the storm but the ground was very very soft. It was nice walking around even if it was still to windy.
Nurse Joan came in today and I was able to give her the Christmas gift I had for her. She was very excited about the tiny "Nurse Quaktitioner" I had for her. Made her laugh really big. Love Nurse Joan.
I also have her and Nurse Becky some vintage maps of camp for them to decorate the infirmary once it's fixed up. I was happy to help.
We would have a big meeting about the counselor in training program this afternoon. Where we are trying to sort things out for when the contractor John comes next week. I was glad I had made all the different documents that I printed last week because I swear no one else really has anything ready. Like there were ideas and catching up and getting on the same page but I had actual programs and documents. I felt very ready. Which was nice. It's hard though when I say well I do this... Talking about specialty stuff for the summer and Alexi goes but you are so on top of things and preplan and prep! And I'm like yes. But everyone should be living up to my standards!!! Plus I've done a lot of the planning for the other specialties.
I would have some new ideas for our counciler in training program though. Including making a quiz to figure out what you would best be suited for. Which was fun to make and then I made everyone in the office take it to see if they got placed in different things and it worked really well honestly. Not perfect and I'm sure I'll change the questions a bit but I think creating a personality test for the job is a fun way to help figure out where each kid can go.
I had a few more things to make today. Including a staff survey about your favorite things. I tried to make it more interesting then just what's your favorite color. And it lead to a really nice conversation about what snacks would make our day better. I said a cinnamon soft pretzel. Heather said sushi! I was very surprised and that's why I thought it was a good question! I learned something about her. And we got to talk about the best pretzels we've ever had and that lead to more stories and that is the whole point. To learn more about each other on a deeper level.
I got ready to go right around 4. And I was so stupid tired. It hit me all of a sudden and driving home sucked. It didn't help that people were driving stupid. But despite others best efforts I made it home in one piece.
When I parked a nice man was walking on the sidewalks and we had a nice conversation about the weather. And it put me in a really nice mood.
But this did not last long. I got up here and immediately got overstimulated because there is just stuff everywhere. I tried to start moving stuff but I was just very very overwhelmed and didn't know what to do and then I found my cup in the dishwasher that I have asked a few times not to be put in there and I just absolutely melted down. I felt so tired and so upset. I texted James a million times explaining why I am upset. But I just felt very low.
I have basically been in bed since then. I am exhausted. I did go have some cereal but I may go eat something more substantial. James had the extended hours at the museum tonight so they should be home in another hour or so. And hopefully I can sleep faster and feel better tomorrow.
I hope the wind dies down. And I hope tomorrow is beautiful. Sleep well everyone. Until next time.
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blurredblonde · 5 months
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BUCKET LIST, including the strange, the wild, the weird, and the borderline undoable
Go to a nude beach
spread eagle naked towards the sun
use Pinterest business to do brand links and get any amount of $$ from that alone
go to a pole dancing class
try hot yoga
do a burlesque show in Melbourne
post an animation to youtube
start a webtoon
learn to sew
get an apartment by myself
get an apartment with friends
post a shitty homemade music video in a lana del rey way with the help of friends
get a perm
visit coney island
be 125 pounds
get a the dachshund tattoo
post a vlog like im famous
be a extra in a movie
act in a gay indie movie like norman reedus
go to a gorillaz concert
get a snake
get a record player
meet a sugar mommy
go to a jazz bar alone
get a dressed up like a old hollywood star and go have a night on the town
get my license
own a mustang
ride a motorcycle
go to a mosh pit
go to a rave
get black out drunk
go skinny dipping
publish a art book
own a beach house
get a red gingham bikini
take a slutty picture in a american flag bikini and post it to instagram
go diving with whale sharks
be a art director on a project
do a mural on a wall
complete a painting on an obnoxiously large canvas
make a pop song with no knowledge of music or mixing
work on a big animated film
Do a boudoir photoshoot
party in paris
do a full cosplay
pet a pigeon
get a scuba diving license
explore an abandoned building
kiss a stranger
get in a fist fight
flash my boobs at something
attend a figure drawing class
be the nude model at a figure drawing class
receive fanart of my own characters
create a reel showing school doodles
be the cinematographer for a project
take a history class
be a dive instructor
post a animation meme to a jack stauber song
go on vacation all by myself
have sex
be in a youtube video
go on the video side of omegle
visit japan
go to a film festival
jump off a pier
do a pin-up photoshoot
go to an acting interview
heh
open an online store
do artist alley at a convention
cross country roadtrip with friends
stargaze on top of a car
invest in stocks and real estate
go on a cruise to thailand and thrift there
go to the new york library
visit bora bora
learn to play guitar
draw on the sidewalk with chalk
nurture and take care of a plant
grow my own food
get chickens
join a club in uni
take a pottery class
work out in a gym
surf a barrel
buy a surfboard
meditate for 50 days in a row
travel in a van
fly first class
go on a blind date
buy and fill a photo album book
kiss in the rain
do a thirty-day photography challenge and post the whole thing
explore the woods by my house
go to a ball/masquerade party
host a dinner party
say yes to everything for a day
grow my hair past my ass
become mildly fluent in french
attend golbeins animation workshop
buy an obnoxiously large rug
smell the tomford cherry perfume
get a Brazilian wax
get henna done
go to Brisbane museum by myself
get my i.d
go wine tasting
visit Miami
Meet my online best friend
dine at the ritz
go on a gameshow
do tent camping
win a sweepstake
create a artist porfolio/website
be featured in a gallery
go to okinawa
learn to ballroom dance
ride a horse on a beach/ and or backwards
go to a country club
bake a pie
buy a tourist t-shirt
do a escape room
live in Santa Barbara
stay in cape cod
belly dancing class
get my art viral on tiktok
do a commision
buy a fancy wardrobe
have a room with a slanted roof
sleep in a pool in an inflatable pool
snuggle with nurse sharks
bayonetta mui mui glasses.
go out in a pair of high heels
do a show at a convention
stay at the madonna inn
do lesbian handkerchief flagging in public
do a 'nude' photoshoot
own every sims 4 pack
complete a sims4 generations challenge
play subnautica
swim a motel pool at night
pick a girl from a bar
get a drinks bought for me
smoke a ciggrette
try mixology
get a hickey
have a friend or myself sew vintage patterns
wear a tailored suit
buy real cowgirl boots
bathe in a heart shaped tub
take a rose petal bath
stick a polaroid of myself somewhere public
use spray paint
do a vintage glamour competition
own a house with stain glass windows
go to a cathedral
get pink lace curtains
paint a room
milk a cow
replay Detriot become human
do a live stream
do a lesbian event like a cruise or smth
go to a pride parade
participate on a float in a parade
be a scare actor
act in a play
see a broadway show
shoot a gun
drive a convertible
see lana del rey in concert
do modelling work
do a commercial
buy a sewing machine
drive the road without directions
write a screenplay
submit a film for a competition
pitch an animated show
take a opportunity that scares me
do public karaoke
buy a shitty 2000s camera
get a boat license
buy a boat
go to a random diner
sell clothes on depop
play a drinking game with mates
stay in a hotel with mates
do a draw my life
do a drawing for each section of my Pinterest board
get my fortune told/ future read
buy some mega flare jeans
post a picture of myself to Pinterest/ start a 'me' board
buy some colorful tights
get blue streaks through my blonde hair like aquamarine
drop in on a skateboard
buy a castle
party at Hearst castle
post another fanfic to ao3
dress up in a slutty Halloween costume,its a rite of passage
bake and decorate a fancy cake for someone
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elendiliel · 1 year
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Battle Mask
This AU probably needs a name (and a tag); in the meantime, the first three fics in it may be found here, here and here.
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In a cave system deep underneath Cornwall, a bronze-plated vintage motorcycle raced out of a tunnel much faster than any such vehicle of that type should have, certainly not without a rider, as the echoes of a rockfall died away behind it. The motorcycle, its wing mirrors tilted in a way that could only be called self-satisfied, bordering on smug, braked at an intersection and unfolded itself into a slender feminine android three and a half metres tall, and of a much simpler construction than the three larger, masculine androids already there and waiting for her.
“Never failed yet,” Glitch commented offhandedly to one or more of Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead and Wheeljack – it was always hard to tell with her, as she seldom looked anyone in the eye. And tended to address nobody in particular. Ultra Magnus did not altogether approve, but knew how to pick his battles.
“What’d you do?” Wheeljack wanted to know. Of course he did.
“Transformed and drove along the ceiling. Their own fire brought it down between them and me.” A reckless move, which found favour with Wheeljack and Bulkhead, but not their CO.
“That was a risky strategy, soldier. One which could easily have resulted in injury or death for you.”
“It was a calculated risk.” Glitch folded her arms, glaring up at the Wrecker commander from less than half his height. “I know my own specs like the back of my servo, and Vehicons shoot like stormtroopers. I’d have been in more danger just driving straight on and not trapping them. And I’m not a soldier.”
Ultra Magnus had his doubts about that. Glitch, who described herself as a “field-tech”, came from a universe where the Autobot-Decepticon war was officially long over, but she frequently referred to boot camps, an Autobot Academy, courts-martial and similar military paraphernalia, and had even mentioned that there had been an Autobot draft during the war. As far as he was concerned, she had been raised as a soldier, even if she didn’t think of herself as one. (And if he ever met his counterpart in her universe, who had led Cybertron for twelve million years without changing the pre-war system anywhere near enough, they would have words. At least.)
The young femme had mostly integrated well into Team Prime. Optimus Prime himself clearly cared as deeply for her as for any other ‘bot or human, and she respected him as much as he deserved. Ratchet had welcomed her as a colleague, Arcee had been quick to take her under her winglet, Smokescreen’s initial attempts to flirt with her had devolved into mutual, good-natured teasing, and even Wheeljack had been seen working on projects with her, none of which had yet exploded when they shouldn’t have. She got on well with the humans, too, perhaps better than any of the ‘bots had at first; apparently in her reality, Autobots mixed freely with humans in the city of Detroit, a revelation that had practically given Agent Fowler a spark attack. He had come around to her, however, when it became clear that she understood much of his… oblique… manner of speech; they had long conversations about “science fiction” and other human oddities. She had also found common ground with Nurse Darby (medicine and a medic’s life) and little Rafael (computers and hacking), was always willing to listen to and advise Jack, and had even managed to befriend Miko without actually enabling her. Anyone who could keep the youngest Wrecker out of trouble and content should have been fine by Ultra Magnus.
But the fact remained that whenever he and Glitch interacted for any length of time, they were all but guaranteed to strike sparks off each other. Sooner or later, one of them would say something that the other would take amiss, and the argument would continue until Prime intervened or a more important matter arose. Neither ever raised their voices, but there was no need. They both would not back down unless forced to do so. Neither was happy about the state of affairs, or knew how to change it.
“Bulkhead, did you get that fossil?” Wheeljack hastened to change the subject with unusual tact.
“Oh, yeah.” The green Wrecker tapped his storage compartment. “Now all we need’s a way out.” The four of them had executed a “smash and grab” raid on a Decepticon excavation site, too deep underground for comms or signal tracking. They had only found it because some Vehicons had had to stay on guard above ground while the rest dug for a Predacon bone (part of a foot, Glitch had hypothesised) and report to their superiors. Bulkhead had gone for the fossil while Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack (half-listening for once and avoiding using grenades in a confined space) laid down covering fire and Glitch’s newly upgraded polarity gauntlets made a fine mess of some of the Vehicons’ equipment and weapons. Once the object was secured, the raiders had split up to draw their pursuers away from each other, meeting up again as late as possible before leaving the caves and calling for a groundbridge. But all the tunnels looked the same; which of the many leading off that intersection would lead to the surface?
“This way.” Glitch’s near-infallible memory supplied the answer, or at least an answer, and she led the way without waiting for approval. She might never have disobeyed orders, but she often acted without them, and had a gift for creative re-interpretations that stayed strictly within the letter of the Autobot Code. Given another aeon or two, she might rival Ultra Magnus when it came to exploiting technicalities. Maybe that was part of their problem; they were just too similar in some respects.
Wheeljack followed the even smaller ‘bot straight away, but Bulkhead looked to his superior for confirmation before joining the party. Ultra Magnus, as he preferred to do in such cases, brought up the rear, doubly alert for danger as the rough terrain was forcing them to remain in biped mode. Which was why he was the first to hear the Vehicons approaching – perhaps two tunnels back, but still too close – and the one to be struck on the head when the shockwave from a random, pointless shot dislodged a rock from the stone ceiling. He braced himself against the tunnel wall as the impact scrambled his equilibrium sensors, then pulled himself upright as the rest of the unit turned to him, having heard both the falling rock and the now far too close pursuers. He knew what had to be done.
“Keep going,” he commanded. “Keep that fossil out of the ‘Cons’ hands at all costs. That’s an order.” He shifted his hands into cannons. “I’ll buy you time.”
Wheeljack looked as though he wanted to disagree, but Bulkhead, his own internal conflict rapidly resolved, pulled his friend along with him as he headed for the surface. At least one of the Wreckers understood that the mission was more important than any one member of the team. Unfortunately, he was too focused on that mission to notice that Glitch had slipped past all three mechs and planted herself firmly between Ultra Magnus and the Vehicons they would see any minute, facing him with an all-too-familiar stubborn expression.
“I gave you an order, soldier,” he reminded her. “I will not risk any other person against such odds as these. Go.”
Her face softened for a moment as she realised quite how much he cared for her and his Wreckers, which he rarely managed to show. Perhaps that was something else they had in common. He had seen her struggle to express her feelings as she wished, and Prime, Ratchet or Arcee gently helping her over each such obstacle. But a medic was usually given more leeway in emotional matters than a commander; caring was expected of the former, and dangerous for the latter.
The moment of connection did not last long. “I’m sorry, sir, but where your health is concerned I outrank you. You’re concussed, which puts you firmly in my jurisdiction, and under my care. I won’t leave you, I can’t carry you, and even if you were safe to drive this is rubbish ground. I’ll have to protect you.” Her magnets slid out of her wrists with a faint but definite click, and her shield jumped onto her arm. (She used to carry an EMP generator as well, Ultra Magnus knew, which in her reality was merely a “tranquilliser gun” for ‘bots, causing stasis without pain, but in that universe it was painful, so the gentle young femme refused to use it until she had modified it to suit her conscience.)
“Very well.” Again, Ultra Magnus knew how to pick his battles, and he found himself touched by her dedication to someone with whom she had never seen eye to eye. For the first time, he added, “field-tech.” It was what she was, he finally understood. Military, yes, but a military medibot, a healer, not a killer.
She turned away from him to face their enemies, his respect for her mirrored in her eyes for a moment. As she did so, though, he saw her expression change as though she were activating an invisible battle mask, shutting her emotions away for the duration of the fight to come. He had seen something similar before, when she and other ‘bots like her he had once known were expected to be sociable and “normal” regardless of their real feelings, and it occurred to him that for someone who didn’t fit in in a society like her Cybertron, or his before the war, every day was a battle. She didn’t have a battle mask, but she did have a life mask. Small wonder she was always on the defensive. He resolved at least to try to fight alongside, not against, her from then on, if she would let him. Something told him she would.
She would that day, certainly. As the Vehicons came into view, opening fire as soon as they saw the two Autobots, Glitch powered up her shield and magnets, deflecting shot after shot, mangling blasters or throwing Decepticon foot soldiers around and into one another. Ultra Magnus’ concussion and accompanying splitting processor-ache did nothing to hinder his aim; more than once, he dispatched a Vehicon about to fire on his diminutive comrade while she was distracted by a shot meant for him. (While her stature made her harder to hit, and though she was probably more dense than any ‘bot from that universe – she was much smaller than her fellow two-wheeler Arcee in robot mode, but about the same size in vehicular mode – it meant that if she were hit, an injury that might only inconvenience even Arcee could cut her in half.)
The tide of Decepticons showed no sign of ebbing, and Ultra Magnus was growing dubious about her and his Energon levels. He had to block the tunnel somehow. Time to take a leaf from Glitch’s book… As soon as he had an opening, he fired at the ceiling, between the field-tech and the Vehicons, bringing it down with a crash of stone on stone. Before the dust could clear, the Autobots were heading towards the surface and, with luck, a groundbridge as fast as Ultra Magnus could manage – somewhere between a run and a walk, bracing himself against the tunnel wall, Glitch keeping pace with him, ready to help when necessary.
“You handled yourself like a Wrecker back there,” he told her, as much to break the tension as for any other reason. “Fearless, but not quite foolhardy.”
That amused her. “I’m not fearless by any means. I’m scared most of the time, but I don’t let fear rule my life if I can help it. Vivir con miedo es como vivir a medias.” He gave her a baffled look. “A life lived in fear is a life half lived. It’s a line from one of my favourite human vids – the point of it, really. Strictly Ballroom. Ridiculously cheesy, but I love it.”
“Cheesy?” He had not come across the word in such a context before.
“Overdone, over the top – oh, I’ll just show you when we get back to base.” A few hours later, when they had emerged from the caves to find a groundbridge and two Wreckers waiting for them, Ratchet had fussed over Ultra Magnus, the fossil had been put in a safe place and everyone was debriefed and dust-free, she was as good as her word. Ultra Magnus did not understand all of the “movie”, and the protagonist’s being encouraged to break the rules and make up his own dance steps made him somewhat uncomfortable, but by the final, triumphant scene, as the humans and some of the ‘bots around him beat time along with the characters in the vid and the hero and heroine finally followed their sparks and danced for dancing’s sake, not to please a jury, he thought he could make sense of it. The young humans were rebelling against artificial, unjust rules, like the caste system in miniature, fighting corruption without realising, and being true to themselves rather than conforming to the world’s expectations. Being brave enough to take off their battle masks, as a certain field-tech was learning to do – and as a Wrecker commander might, now and then.
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By the way, Strictly Ballroom is available for free download (I think) at https://archive.org/details/strictly-ballroom-1992. I recommend.
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starlessea · 3 years
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𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙨 - Chapter 3. Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked
A/N Make sure you read the prologue and other chapters first! Things finally come to light in this chapter - and we start to find out what exactly happened between Daryl and the Reader.
Series Masterlist: Step on the Gas
Summary: A dishonourable discharge from the military results in you being hauled off to live with your grandparents in the boonies, otherwise known as the middle of nowhere Georgia. After running over a nail on the road, and pushing your grandpa's vintage Camaro to the nearest auto-shop, you meet Daryl Dixon - the local mechanic. At some point, the world ends, but that stubborn man never gives you a chance to slow down. His smile gives you whiplash, but he still insists that you to step on the gas.
Chapter Warnings: Language, Violence
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The calm before the storm.
That’s what they always say, at least.
You’d been lying back against Daryl’s pillow — nursing a bruise that wouldn’t quit throbbing — before anything even seemed to be amiss. The tent was still, the air clear, and the sun completely set.
The quarry was quiet, but you could still make out the hushed whispers in the distance, and the occasional clink of pots and pans as the others ate their evening meal. You’d refused the invite, begrudgingly — not having the fortitude to sit through another one of Shane’s lectures, or to feel pitiful glances linger over your bruised jaw (and bruised ego).
Or, perhaps you’d simply grown fond of the faint smell of whiskey and gasoline coating this tent. Maybe it reminded you of home more than any soup could, or any company other than the Dixon brothers — or even the patrons of Joe’s Bar.
As you laid back against that raggedy pillow, toeing the ends of Daryl’s sleeping bag whilst staring up at the blank, canvas ceiling which looked like an endless, grey sky — you felt at peace.
But, then you heard it.
That unmistakable shrill bleating. A scream.
So, you ran barefoot through the grass, probably popping open a stitch or two on the way, until your steps were interrupted by a gunshot — ringing out clear and loud against the pitch black night.
You glanced around, catching the smoke trail taper off from the pistol that had been fired, held in the trembling hands of Morales as he caught your eye. Then, at his feet, your gaze rested upon the biter he’d put down — a bullet embedded in its skull.
The man looked at you briefly, a mix of guilt and fear flashing across his face, before he ushered his family further behind his back, trying to get them all huddled into the RV.
Then, he left you there — alone and weaponless — as more of the undead started to infiltrate the camp.
You’d like to say that this was when your body kicked into auto-pilot, drawing on its military training and combing together a sense of false bravado to get you to do something — anything.
But, it didn’t.
Instead of running away, searching for a weapon, or even screaming for help, you froze.
The new faces you’d only just started to remember were dropping like flies, falling at your feet and collapsing in the distance — almost like the towers that had crumbled during the decimation of Atlanta. More gunshots were fired, and indistinguishable yells cluttered the air as though they were fighting to be heard over one another.
And you stood there — alone and weaponless — starting to wonder if it was even worth it anymore.
After all, maybe you should have taken the hint.
You’d been dropped from the sky like a lead balloon not even a day earlier, and everything on the ground had been equally as horrifying ever since.
From ex-cop dictators who scowled at every turn, to an abusive asshole husband, to the dead then making a march on your moment’s respite — it seemed like there was nothing good even left down here.
“The fuck are ya doin’?” a voice snapped, yanking your wrist.
Well, maybe there was one thing.
Dixon stood before you — the younger one — his chest heaving as he cocked the shotgun in his hands.
“Get behind me,” he ordered, barely sparing you a second glance. “Now!”
That is what finally shook you into auto-pilot — his voice.
So, you stood behind him, staring only at his back as he took the brunt of the assault — reminding you of the days you’d spend clinging onto his waist as he shielded you from the wind and rain on his bike.
The air became scented with gunpowder as more rifles were brought into the fray, and eventually you even got thrown a pistol of your own, once Rick Grimes spotted you empty-handed. So, you took aim — not as accurate with your left as with your right — and started to shoot at the biters alongside Daryl, rather than cowering behind the man.
“The hell they all comin’ from?” he yelled, taking a moment to reload as you covered him.
He had a point, you thought, they weren’t letting up.
The biters seemed to come at you in an endless stream — emerging from the shadowy forest with no break in sight.
“Ask your damn pilot,” Shane growled back, from somewhere behind you. “The noise probably lured ‘em here like a carrot on a stick.”
Your jaw clenched at his words. He knew that couldn’t be the only reason.
Like Daryl had said before, any noise booms all over the quarry — echoing for miles so that the source is untraceable.
You shook your head, yelling over the sound of gunfire. “Should be careful what you say about someone holding a-”
You glanced back at him, only to see that he was guarding Amy’s body at his feet — and an inconsolable Andrea, slumped over her sister.
And your next shot faltered.
It took all night to secure the camp again.
Bullet shells were all scattered at your shoes, along with the corpses of the dead — some of whom had previously been the living. But the sun still rose, the same as it did every day, as though nothing had even changed.
Your good arm ached, and your stitches tugged uncomfortably, but that was nothing compared to the cries of Andrea, and those familiar faces who you’d soon be tasked with burying. You shuddered, and became suddenly aware that you were still in your nightclothes — and that you’d splattered Daryl’s shirt with blood.
“Y’aright?” the man asked, watching as you huddled your arms to your chest.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and face him.
With a new day came new insecurities — brought to light by the morning sun, which cast equally heavy shadows to weigh you down. You felt ashamed that Dixon had caught you frozen, and wondered whether you’d have actually snapped into action if he hadn’t shown up.
“I’m fine,” you answered, half-heartedly. “We’re just lucky you got back when you did.”
He looked at you skeptically — you could feel it — but he didn’t argue back, instead turning on his heels to help with the bodies.
You grabbed his sleeve.
“Wait,” you said, barely above a whisper.
But this time, Daryl didn’t come back at your call.
“Nah, ‘m done waitin’,” he shook his head, kicking up some dirt with his boot as he snatched his hand away to stuff it into his pocket. “If ya’ll hadn't told me to wait then maybe I’d have my brother back.”
You could hear the hurt in his voice — the pain he tried to conceal behind the gruff backbite of his words. You’d guessed that something must have happened in Atlanta, given that Merle Dixon was nowhere to be seen.
But even though you understood the emotion behind Daryl’s tone, it still made tears prick at your eyes — the first that had welled up since the day everything fell apart.
And this time, he turned around.
Perhaps he’d heard the faintest of sniffles leave your mouth, or perhaps he’d gotten a sinking feeling in his stomach — just like the one you’d had ever since your feet touched the ground. Either way, Dixon turned around.
But it wasn’t your glassy eyes he focused in on.
"Who fucking touched ya?" he growled, lifting your chin up for him to see.
With the new day came brighter light for him to finally catch a glimpse of that bruise blooming over your skin — and he definitely didn’t like it, not one bit.
But strangely, you felt his touch more intensely than the pain — despite how gentle he was. It made your cheeks tingle and burn like fire as he inspected the graze, eyeing it so closely that you could feel his breath settling there.
“It doesn’t matter,” you dismissed, quietly, as you glanced away from him-
Ashamed.
You didn’t want him worrying about you again, or thinking that you couldn’t handle yourself when he wasn’t there. But most of all, he was giving you whiplash.
You couldn’t tell why he was so abrasive one second, and so attentive the next. It made you want to know what exactly had happened to Daryl Dixon when the world ended — and why he kept looking at you like that, as though he’d seen a ghost.
“It damn matters!” he yelled back, making you flinch beneath his hand.
But then his eyes softened, and — intentional or not — his thumb rubbed a small circle over your cheek, as though trying to soothe you.
“Ya think I don’ know what gettin’ socked in the jaw looks like?” he asked, a lot softer this time.
You crumbled, leaning into him, just hoping that he wouldn’t pull away. But you still shook your head, glancing over his shoulder — at the pile of corpses being hauled onto trucks.
“No,” you whispered, trying your best to explain. “It really doesn’t matter anymore.”
And this time, he understood.
In the hours that followed, however, Dixon seemed to grow more and more agitated. You’d thought maybe it was the midday sun beating down on him as he shovelled graves, or that perhaps he was still worked up about his brother.
But it didn’t take you long to realise that he was pissed at you.
Shane had ceremoniously dumped the story of how you’d gotten into a fist-fight with Ed — completely callous as always, as he tried his best to rattle Daryl. He didn’t seem to care at all that the man was now dead, and his widow and child were standing not three feet away, listening to him slander both their father and you — the one who’d beaten the bastard bloody.
And ever since then, Daryl had been watching you like a hawk, his eyes settling on your bruise as he scowled so deeply that it made his face look like someone else's.
You knew you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but you were certain that Dixon felt the same way — that man was an asshole. If he weren’t for the fact he was already six feet under, then you thought Daryl would probably put him there, himself.
Except, now that he was, Dixon didn’t have anyone to take his anger out on. So, he was left to stew in it, to mull it over in the Georgia heat as he debated who exactly to swing his shovel at. So, instead, you decided to go talk to Carol — who was looming about the man like she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.
“I’m sorry about your husband,” you said curtly, resting your hand on her shoulder.
Even though you didn’t really mean the words, they somehow still managed to sound sincere — probably because you were showing your sympathies for Carol, and not Ed. The woman nodded, but it felt cold, detached, as her eyes rested on the body bags being loaded into the truck — each with a blood splatter to the head.
“I ain’t,” a voice spat, belonging to Daryl.
You shook your head at him, and shot a warning glance. He had a point, but he didn’t have to be an asshole about it.
After all, there were already plenty of those here.
“Dixon,” you seethed, behind gritted teeth.
But he held his ground, plunging his shovel into the earth and spitting on the grass.
“Ain’t no rest for the wicked,” he concluded — and it somehow felt as though his words were meant for you.
In the minutes that followed, Carol excused herself — probably because she noticed how thick the tension had gotten, and didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. After all, that woman had honed a sixth sense when it came to predicting outbursts, so you couldn’t blame her.
Since, right now, you were on the verge of one.
“Get over here,” you growled, tugging on Dixon’s shirt with your good hand.
You were tired of making a scene in the middle of the camp, where all eyes could bare down on you. And you especially didn’t want to do it now — not when they were burying their dead.
So, you dragged him back to that clearing, the one from the first night at camp where you’d stared up at the moon and stars whilst smoking cigarettes. It looked different in the daytime — more exposed, more vulnerable. The Georgia sun was beating down on the both of you, making you sweat as you hiked the short distance in silence — save for your puffed breaths.
Then, once you reached the summit, you let loose.
“Why do you have such a chip on your shoulder?”
The man scowled, and seemed as though he wanted to bite something back. But you didn’t let him.
“I thought you'd be happy to see me!” you cried, voice raising with frustration. “I sure as hell was.”
A warm breeze rustled past you, but it still made you shiver — as did Daryl’s expression. The man had never seen you like this, never once known you to get so rattled and wound-up before. But you just couldn’t hold it back any longer. All you craved was the warmth and gentle shyness you’d grown to expect from him.
Not this cold persona he was putting on.
You shook your head, fist trembling as you squeezed it tightly. “I would've crashed that bird ten times over, gladly, if I'd known you were there waiting for me at the bottom,” you admitted.
And this time, the man’s eyes softened.
“You're not the same person I remember,” you told him, sadly. “And don't go saying I never knew you because I did.”
You paused, letting your words sink in,
“It was only a month, but I knew you.”
And that’s when you saw him. The former mechanic, Dixon.
Perhaps he’d had to become like this to survive, to keep people away. But now, here with you, he no longer had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. Sure, he’d been a man wrapped up in a gruff temper back when you knew him, too. But he was never cold.
He was always fiery.
Daryl sighed, kicking up some stones at his feet as he struggled to meet your glare — despite it not being much of one any more. He just seemed downtrodden, like a child having been scolded.
Like he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth.
“Atlanta,” he mumbled, so quiet you barely heard it.
He finally looked up to meet your eyes, and you could see his question clear behind them.
“Why were ya in Atlanta?”
You opened your mouth but no sound came out. You couldn’t decipher the meaning hidden in his words — what exactly he wanted to know.
“A weekend trip,” you replied, shortly.
But Daryl seemed hurt by your answer — and you had to admit, it did feel anticlimactic.
“You din't tell me,” he rebutted, his voice traced with emotion.
And you struggled to form a response.
“Was I-” you stuttered. “Was I meant to?”
You watched as the anger bubbled up inside of Dixon, flashing over his face and making it contort into a picture of complete pain. He batted away a low hanging branch beside him, sending its leaves scattering through the air before they gently floated to the ground.
“It was the goddamn end a' the world,” he muttered, eerily quiet.
Just like the calm before a storm.
“People dyin', fightin' each other for guns, gettin' bit in the streets,” he went on, his voice ramping up with every passing moment. “And what was I doin'?” he asked, staring you dead in the eye. “Fuckin' lookin' for you!”
The word sat heavy in the air, untouched for a few seconds as the both of you just watched each other — waiting for someone to make the next move.
Except, you didn’t have anything to say. You had no excuse, no reasoning, and no fucking idea he’d been feeling this way.
Dixon sighed, letting the tension roll from his shoulders — like a coil unwinding.
“A week,” he finally said, completely deflated. “Searched all of Georgia for a goddamn week 'fore Merle hauled my ass here.”
He was looking at his hands now, fumbling with them like he’d lost all his nerve.
“Ne'er once thought ya jus' up and left without sayin' a damn thing,” he said quietly, furrowing his brow as though the pain he felt were physical
You reached a hand out to the man. You weren’t sure whether it was to comfort him or yourself, but either way you did. Your fingers looped around his sleeve once again — but this time, they just rested there.
“Yer house looked untouched,” he whispered, as though he were talking to himself — or as if you’d finally broken through his defences.
Though, even before the world had ended, you’d never seen Daryl like this. You’d never seen him so vulnerable. He kept looking around, as if trying to find someone to blame. But there was no one.
So now he was shouldering it all himself.
“There was no sign ya were even there,” he explained, continuing on like he couldn’t bring himself to stop — like he’d come unravelled under your fingertips. “No sign at all 'part from Mike an' Doreen,” he told you, “or what was left of 'em.”
Your heart stopped.
“My grandparents?” you asked, voice trembling. “They-”
“'m sorry,” Daryl replied, and shook his head.
The two of you sat down after that, feeling the grass beneath your palms and the warm breeze that made it sway. Neither of you had any fight left in you, nor any words for a while. It almost felt like you’d reverted back to before — to the days you’d sit side by side at Joe’s bar hours after closing time.
Daryl’s hand ghosted over yours, but there still seemed to be something holding him back — weighing him down.
“The Camaro,” he spoke, prompted by your gaze, “the Camaro was still there.” His thumb ran over the back of your hand. “Tha's why I thought,” he cleared his throat, “I thought ya-”
“I took the bus,” you said, stopping him before he could say it.
You’d never felt guilt like this before. If you’d have known the world was going to end, you never would have caught that coach into the city, and you’d have cherished that rainstorm you’d spent with Dixon — the last time you’d seen him smile.
“I didn't leave you behind, Daryl,” you told him — the name feeling foreign on your tongue.
But it did its job, because the man looked straight back at you, as though you’d called out to his soul.
“As much as I wanted to get out of that place, I wouldn't ever leave without saying goodbye,” you reassured him, locking your fingers with his.
He still smelled faintly of cigarettes and gunpowder, but no longer like whiskey. It made you miss your jacket — the one he’d given you — since it reminded you of better times and more vibrant nights.
“A fucking grave,” Dixon said, staring out towards the golden sun. “Me an’ Merle buried your grandparents and mourned an empty grave for ya.”
And your hand began to tremble atop of his.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked — but you felt ashamed for not being able to figure it out for yourself.
The man shook his head, letting out a sigh that deflated his chest — as though he were taking the last drag from a cigarette.
“Because yer fuckin' right,” he answered. “Why would ya even have to tell me if ya did leave?”
His words were heavy, but they weren’t harsh. They were only the truth.
“You ain't mine or nothin'.”
Your expression faltered. No, you weren’t his, you realised, but maybe you wanted-
You cupped your hand over his cheek.
His skin was soft, but the stubble was rough beneath your palm — tickling it as you settled there. He was warm, the both of you were, the Georgia sun heating you up and glistening you with sweat if you sat under it too long. But Daryl didn’t pull away. He seemed to lean into your touch, and his eyes even softened as you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear — the action dripping with affection.
“Dixon, I-” you whispered, but a branch snapped behind you.
You pulled apart immediately — like opposing magnets having been forced together.
Shane emerged from the brush, sweat-coated and breathless as he stood there — less than amused.
“Hate to interrupt whatever the hell’s going on here,” he remarked, instantly getting your hackles up. “But we need you back,” he announced, “Jim’s been bit.”
//
Daryl Dixon returned to his tent alone that evening, packing up his things in preparation for their trip to the CDC. With one thing settled, something else had become disturbed.
He guessed that was the law of nature these days.
But still, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were going to say — what your expression had meant as you held him like putty in your hands.
Just like he’d always been in the face of you.
So Daryl collected his things, letting Merle’s bottle of half-drunk whiskey clink about in his backpack, and stuffing his crumpled packet of cigarettes into his pocket.
But what he didn’t account for — when he started to roll up his sleeping bag — was how easily he’d become engulfed by the lingering presence of you. He held his pillow at his fingertips, the fabric coated with nostalgia. He’d caught your scent almost immediately, like leather and fresh rain in his hands.
And he couldn’t help but think back to a certain thunderstorm — to the time he’d seen you laughing as you ran through the summer rain.
So, Daryl Dixon gathered up his things, and hoped that wherever they were headed would be full of better days — and opportunities to make you laugh like that again.
Even if it was just once.
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sambvcks · 3 years
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redefined, b.b. x reader
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summary: just because those ten words no longer wreak havoc on his mind does not mean they are gone. just redefined.
warnings: mentions of food, blood, gunshot wound
word count: 3.7k....whoops
author’s note: first standalone! i’m also itching to work on a sam story next. the last episode still lives in my mind rent free and this is a reworking of that which diverges from civil war and we get one big happy avenging family that aren’t dead :)
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Longing
An Avenger.
The concept was still so foreign to Bucky, despite dozens of successful missions under his belt and a permanent residence in the tower. Still, every morning he sprung up in bed expecting to still be in some run-down apartment halfway across the world, on the run.
Instead, he would awake on a plush mattress that offered little back support. He would shuck on the first shirt his bleary eyes could see and pad into the hallway, the smell of fresh coffee overtaking his superhuman sense of smell. You would be perched at the kitchen counter, pouring over mission files stained with coffee rings that Tony would later complain about.
Steve and Sam would have already come through on their way to their morning run, the coffee pot running dangerously low. You’d already placed his favorite mug nearby, two packets of sugar emptied into the bottom. A routine.
Bucky didn’t think he’d ever have a routine again.
His hand would press against your shoulder in a familiar greeting as he passed, you’d grin up at him with sleepy eyes and a lazy smile before returning to your work. Your cereal sat forgotten beside you, the overly sweetened kid’s choice growing soggy.
It was a silent and comfortable interaction. Neither worked to fill the quiet or felt the need to. Even with Steve, there was always talking and planning and ‘what about this’. With you, it was so natural to just exist how he was in that moment. No excuses, no whispered apologies.
He pushed his back against the sink as he sipped at his coffee, eyes immediately settling on your distracted figure. Your pajamas were wrinkled, mouth formed into a perfect concentrated from as you hunched uncomfortably, hand scribbling furiously. He swallowed and decided you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, especially with your coffee breath and fingernails chewed to nubs.
He wanted so desperately to move across the kitchen and press himself perfectly against you, to push aside your paperwork and demand your sole attention. His hand clenched into a fist as he longed to feel your soft, round cheeks in his hands, how warm you would feel against the cool metal of his left and how you’d nuzzle closer still.
He hadn’t heard the dragging footsteps of Steve and Sam returning from their run and didn’t even notice them until they were settled at the doorway, watching him watch you.
“Morning.” Steve grinned, all knowing. Bucky cleared his throat and refocused on his mug.
“Morning.” Bucky replied with a look that said ‘don’t say anything’.
Rusted
Bucky learned that if you weren’t cooped up in your room or camped out on the kitchen island, you were tucked away in Tony’s garage. On slow days where it seemed everyone was off in their own little world, Bucky would know to find you under the hood of one of Tony’s vintage cars, each kept in pristine condition, but you claimed that ‘there’s always something to work on’.
Bucky was never a car guy. His family was too poor to even think of ever owning his own car. He didn’t even have his own license and technically couldn’t legally ride his bike either. He found out quickly that being an Avenger meant the term legal could be bent a bit. So, he wasn’t a car guy. But the sight of you with streaks of grease across your face and your raggedy workshop clothes would have him buying one just to see you work on it.
You were notoriously protective of your little hideaway, the music loud and the sound of metal ringing as you fixed and fiddled with every little thing. Steve nearly got a wrench to the face when he tried to distract you from Tony’s antique Chevy.
Bucky was different, though. He was always different.
He would sit himself on a tall stool positioned next to one of Tony’s many rolling tool chests. You’d call out a tool and he’d rifle through the collection until he found what he thought was the right one and only slightly tease him when he’d emerge with the wrong one. Typically, you’d spend these afternoons in silence, the thumping of the heavy base of whatever crazy metal album you picked the only soundtrack to your work.
Sometimes, though, you’d play gentle rock music. Bucky would ask questions on what you were doing, how you learned to do all of this, why you did it when Tony worked on these cars enough for the both of you.
You’d fish your rag from your pocket, concentrating on scrubbing the grease from under your fingernails as you answered.
“I like using my hands. I like fixing things. For every car that Tony has in this garage, there are hundreds just like it sitting in junkyards gathering cobwebs and rust.” You looked up at him from under eyelashes and Bucky knew you were speaking about much more than just hunks of metal. “They’re worthy of love and care.”
You were talking about him, too.
Seventeen
Bucky didn’t think this superhero business would have so many parties. There seemed to be a celebration for everything. Galas, fundraisers, full on parades whenever Tony happened to wake up in a good mood.
At least this one is a holiday, he thought to himself as he nursed his third beer of the hour. Not that it did anything other than keep his hands occupied.
The year was coming to a close, and the top floor of the Avengers Tower was decked in golden confetti and banners to ensure no one forgot. The music was obnoxiously loud, and the lyrics made little sense, but everyone seemed to be having a good time mingling and even venturing to the dance floor.
No matter how many times Sam tried to drag him in with an invisible rope, Bucky was not going to dance. Well. Maybe he would if you asked.
The party had been in full swing for hours now, with only ten minutes until the ball a few blocks up finally dropped and he could sneak away to his room without a teasing ‘bedtime already, old timer?’ from Nat.
Still, the party raged on and he eyed the glass door to the balcony. He downed the last of his beer, brushing past enthusiastic partygoers with his shoulders hunched forward in some attempt to minimize the space he took up in the room that only seemed to be getting smaller. He caught Steve’s eye on the way out and plastered on a smile in response to his disappointed look.
He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as soon as the glass door slid closed behind him. His eyes closed as he leaned back against it, the chill of the December New York air blew his hair in every direction.
“Fancy meeting you here.” You were sat in the far corner, so well hidden he hadn’t even noticed you, though he had been on the lookout for you all night. “Tired of the festivities?”
“And Tony’s music.” He grumbled as he fell into the seat beside you.
“Been waiting for you for the past thirty minutes. Honestly, you made it a lot longer than I could’ve in there.”
You were waiting for him. You wanted him to be there, with you, tucked away from everyone else’s prying eyes. He wanted that, too. Sometimes he wanted it so much it scared him.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, doll. It’s not polite for a gentleman to make a girl wait.”
“Hmm, I think I’ll find it in myself to forgive you.” Your shoulder pressed against his, eyes focused on the smattering of buildings surrounding you. Identical parties were happening in each of them, you were sure. “Can you believe another year is gone?”
“I can’t believe I’m about to make it to 2017 and my back hasn’t given out yet.”
You laughed, loud and unabashedly in a way only Bucky could make you laugh. Head thrown back and eyes glittering from the city lights, Bucky wanted to spend every new year you would allow him to by your side, trying his best to make you laugh again.
“Well,” You stood to peer over the glass railing, Bucky close behind you. You could hear the drunken cries inside as the countdown begun. “I’m glad you did.”
“Me too.” Bucky offered his hand to you. You took it easily.
5, 4, 3…
He wanted nothing more than to pull you close, to finally press a kiss on the lips that had thrown teasing remarks at him during missions. To once and for all end this little dance you both loved so much. But you looked so perfect.
Bucky wasn’t ready to ruin that perfection with everything wrong with him quite yet.
“Happy 2017, Bucky.” You whispered as the fireworks started, but Bucky couldn’t pull his eyes from you.
“Happy 2017, doll.”
Daybreak
The mission had been long and grueling. The week-long stakeout turned into two and quickly turned into a month away. You can’t remember the last time you’d had a good night of sleep that wasn’t interrupted with Bucky’s hand on your shoulder, telling you it was your turn to keep watch.
It wasn’t a horrible mission, more of an exercise in patience and restraint than anything. Bucky’s stories kept you entertained enough, and he was a good partner. Which is why you were paired together more often than not.
Still, it was nice to finally collapse into your familiar bed, not even bothering to kick of shoes or take a much-needed shower. Your sleeping schedule was all out of whack and you tossed and turned, despite the exhaustion seeping through your bones.
After fifteen minutes, you finally huffed a sigh of defeat and stumbled back to your feet. You showered, which was a few good days overdue, and dressed in your largest, most comfortable pajamas.
You weren’t surprised to see Bucky up as well, sitting at the dining table with a mug of fresh coffee.
“Couldn’t sleep?” His foot kicked out the seat beside him as an invitation.
“Sleeps overrated, anyways.” You shrugged, slumping into the seat and pressing your face into the cool glass of the table.
“Sleep is good for you.” He insisted, reaching forward to brush aside the hair that had curtained over your face. “You deserve a good night’s rest.”
“So do you, Buck.”
He stayed silent for a while, just sipping at his coffee and stealing glances at you, face trained out the floor to ceiling windows. He really didn’t know what he deserved, anymore. Sure, he had made some semblance of peace with what the Winter Soldier had done with his body. He was better, that was certain.
Worthy of you and all your unwavering sweetness? He wasn’t so sure.
You idly chatted about nothing for hours, filling comfortable silence with talks of the mission and the food poisoning he had given you when he tried to make dinner two weeks in. You sat side by side until day broke the next morning, eyes squinting at the sun peeking over skyscrapers and finally finding the need to fall shut in rest.
“I guess I should say ‘good morning’ instead of ‘good night’.” You were the first to stand, shuffling towards the hallway that led to your bedroom.
“Good morning.” He answered as you padded away, deciding he would be just fine losing sleep every night if it meant he could watch the sunrise by your side.
Furnace
“Doesn’t Tony make enough money to keep this place at least habitable?” You grumbled as you fell into the couch beside Bucky.
“I’m fine.”
Bucky sat in his patent jeans and t-shirt, unphased by the temperature that practically had your teeth chattering. You were bundled in multiple layers, including one of the many sweatshirts he’d wear jogging on cold mornings and blankets you had stolen off his bed. Your glare from under your cocoon of warmth rivaled even his.
“I’m not a muscle-y super soldier-”
“You think I’m muscle-y?”
“-that runs so hot you’re basically a personal furnace.”
“Oh, so now I’m hot.”
“I would strangle you to death right now, but I’m about to lose my fingers to hypothermia.” You burrowed further into your smattering of blankets with a violent chill running down your spine. Bucky simply rolled his eyes and marked the spot in the book he had been reading before you stormed in.
“C’mere.”
He balled up a fistful of one of your blankets, tugging you even closer to him. You opened your arms to allow for direct contact, sighing contently as your face pressed into his shoulder and legs tangled with his. You sighed contently as you welcomed his warmth, shimmying as close as you could get.
“Better?”
“The best.”
Nine
“Do you ever think what your life would be like? If you’d gotten to go home?”
Even a year ago, this question would have turned Bucky into a brooding mess. He would have delved into every little moment he had missed, every plan that had been turned upside down when he fell from that train all those years ago. But he was better now, more contemplative. He wouldn’t drown in the idea of what could have been because he knows what it’s like to be on the other side.
“I like to think I would’ve gone to college.”
“Really?”
“You calling me dumb, doll?”
“No! You’re the smartest person I know. I’m just picturing you at college. Carrying textbooks and wooing all the dames.” You fell into him at the thought, a fake swoon overtaking your face.
“I’d be too busy studying for dames.”
“Studying what?”
“I always liked math. Maybe engineering or something. Wanted to be a teacher before the draft.” He shrugged like the information was no big deal, but to you it was everything.
“Professor Barnes. Kind of sexy.”
“Oh, shut up.” But his words held no malice. Instead, he was grinning that cheeky grin that pulled his cheeks into perfect rosy apples and his eyes crinkled in joy. “I wanted to have ten kids.”
“Ten?!”
“So we’d be a dozen. My own little army of mini-Buckys to take over the world. Couple sets of twins, maybe. Definitely as many girls as I could manage.”
Of course Bucky would be a girl-dad. Playing dress-up for fake tea parties and scaring off boys when they’d come ‘round for first dates. You could imagine how he’d learn how to take care of their hair and plait intricate braids when they asked. He would make breakfast for the whole bunch, kiss his wife goodbye before escorting them to the bus stop and taking off for a day of teaching classes. Bucky would be an amazing father.
An amazing husband, too.
“I think ten may be pushing it, Barnes.”
Bucky pictured it, too. A little more modern than maybe the image you conjured up. Teaching was replaced with small missions. The gaggle of kids were smaller, and he wouldn’t have to kiss his wife goodbye. You’d be in the car next to him, headed to the tower for your morning briefings together.
“I’ll settle for nine.”
Benign
If you were to ask any New Yorker what they think the Avengers do on Friday afternoons, they would probably say something like ‘kicking ass!’. None would get even close to what your actual routine looked like.
None would imagine The Winter Soldier lounging in a bathrobe, hair knotted into a bun at the top of his head as his fellow world-saving Avenger spread some green goop over his face. Chinese takeout boxes littered the living room coffee table, his feet were bubbling in warm foot spa.
“To keep your youthful complexion!” You had promised him. He didn’t comment on the obvious sound of your phone’s camera clicking.
He knew he must have looked completely ridiculous. But as you sunk into the couch next to him with identical spa treatments covering you, he couldn’t find it in himself to really care.
He never thought in a million years that he would have the chance of boring, completely benign afternoons. He thought he would be sidelined to violent missions for the rest of his life, to being thawed out like a microwave meal every time he was deemed useful. Sure, he felt a bit ridiculous when you reached over to adjust the slices of cucumber placed over his eyelids, but he also felt so relaxed.
As you settled even closer to him, head tilting to rest on his shoulder, he would happily take the teasing remarks from Sam when you showed him the pictures.
Homecoming
Peter wasn’t crazy about the idea of getting ready for his senior year homecoming dance at the tower. But Aunt May was upstate on vacation with Happy and he still didn’t know how to tie a tie.
“Oh, you look so handsome, Peter!” You gushed as your fingers worked on his tie. Bucky stood to the side, holding MJ’s corsage in a delicate plastic container. Peter had been careful to find the perfect color, with a little guidance from you. The white dahlias matched perfectly with Peter’s light green tie.
“Thanks, Ms. (Y/L/N).”
Peter, ever the polite kid.
“Be safe, kid. Have her home at a reasonable time and no wandering hands.” Bucky handed over the corsage with a supportive slap to Peter’s shoulder. He was quick to promise that he would follow all the rules before making a dash to the door, just as you were about to ask for pictures.
“Don’t wait up!” He called as the elevator dinged behind him.
“They grow up so fast.” You sniffled. “I didn’t even go to my homecoming dances.”
“Why not?”
“Nobody ever asked me.” You shrugged, collecting the other ties Peter had picked from and hanging them carefully over your arm. Tony didn’t have to know that Peter was taking one of his priceless Versace neckties to a homecoming dance.
“To be fair, I would’ve been scared shitless to ask you to a dance.” Bucky followed close behind. “And I fought a war.”
“That’s sweet, Buck.” You brushed him off as you retreated into Tony’s closet.
“No, really.” His hand caught your elbow. “I would’ve been the luckiest guy in town if I had you on my arm.”
You fell asleep that night imagining you and Bucky twirling around a dance hall without a care in the world.
One
Steve’s hand was firm against your shoulder, his tactical glove soaked and dripping with your blood. Your eyes were unfocused, head lulling every so often when the fight to keep it steady just seemed too difficult. Sam was at your other side, cracking jokes to try to keep your attention on him and not of the literal bullet lodged in your shoulder.
You were escorted from the jet in a flurry, doctor’s hands replacing Steve’s. You barely winced when you were administered painkillers and the ache begun to subside. Before you could blink, you were lifted onto a gurney in the medical bay and the clink of the bullet that had been dug from your flesh rang through the room as it clattered into a metal dish.
Bucky ran in just as the doctor finished maneuvering a long roll of gaze around your shoulder, scheduling a time for you to return to have it cleaned and reapplied again.
“What happened?” He brushed past the doctor without a second glance, eyes trained on your figure pressed against the sterile hospital bed. “Steve said-”
“It’s nothing. Steve likes to be dramatic.”
“-that you were shot!”
“Oh, well. Yeah, that happened.” You moved to sit up, your arm immediately giving out under the weight. Bucky moved even closer to help you, hand careful on your back like you were made of glass. “But just the one time.”
“As far as I’m concerned, one is too many.” He watched the gauze turn darker against your skin; your eyes screwed shut in pain as your knuckles turned white against the sheets. “And you’re never going on a mission without me again.”
Freight Car
“You’re free.”
He remembers those worlds so clearly, it’s like him and Ayo are still sat next to that crackling fire in Wakanda. He thought that had been it. He would never again worry about those ten phrases that erased Bucky Barnes and allowed a machine to emerge from his memory.
As he stole glances of you from the corner of his eye, shadowed by his unruly hair, he knew those words still very much existed in his mind.
They weren’t a means to an end, anymore. He didn’t have to grit his teeth and clench his fists to fight them off. They were new, now. He saw each of those words in you and realized just how important they are now they they’ve found a new meaning.
His love for you came easy.
One second, he was looking at his friend. She was looking back at him and he felt safe.
Your fingers brushed over his shoulder, where flesh turned to metal, and you looked away as though you hadn’t just made him fall in love with you with a single touch.
It took three years for Bucky to make a move. Another party, another escape plan to the balcony where you were waiting for him, like always. The last time you had found yourselves in that position, he had been too unsure. Too wary of what it would mean and if it was too soon.
Now, he didn’t care. He just wanted you and to be selfish and not think about consequences when he leaned forward and finally pressed his lips to yours.
You pulled back, but not far.
Something clicked.
Your love for him hit you like a freight car. Swooping in from nowhere but really, you should have felt the rattling of the tracks beneath your feet. You should have seen all the signs that you loved him and he loved you back. In stolen glances and easy afternoons, in hard missions and bloodshed. He was there, and he looked at you like that. Like everything his body had done was to finally make it to you in this moment.
He waited, patient. He had waited this long, what was another few seconds as the realization washed over your features?
“Oh.” Was your clever whisper.
“Yeah.” Bucky’s hands cradled your face, “Took you long enough.”
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davidlikesguys02 · 3 years
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We Interrupt This Program
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“No, I can't leave Monica.” “mom? It's ok, I can stay with grandma and…” “I can't leave” “maybe I'll build a spaceship. I wanna be an aircraft pilot.” “when they were handing out kids they gave her the toughest one. Lieutenant trouble.” Monica wakes up breathing heavily and hearing crashing and people screaming as she makes her way towards the door and walks out. “Excuse me….” “they're all coming back. We don't have the capacity” the doctor tells her
“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient. In room 104…” she asks a nurse “who, my wife? Do you have a phone?” “no” “i have to call my wife.” she makes her way towards the front desk “watch out” she bumps into a man, they both fall backwards grunting “let me help you. Are you ok? You ok?” “I got him. I got him.” “Are you ok?” she asks as she gets up groaning. She turns to the lady in the front desk.
“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient in room number 104.” “I don't know what to tell you” she starts looking around her “Monica?” “oh, Dr. Highland, thank god!” “I can't believe it, where did you go?” “well, in her room since she came back from the surgery. I mean, I might have fallen asleep, but no longer than 20 minutes. Dr. Highland, where's my mom?” “your mom, she died honey” “what? No, no, no, no you're mistaken. My mother...the procedure went well. You said so yourself. Clean margins. You’re discharging her today”
“The cancer came back.” “Okay, stop, stop. No youre...my mom is Maria Rambeau. Look it up. I mean look it up. Maria Rambeau.” “Monica, I don't understand what's happening, but you need to listen to me Marian died three years ago.” “three? No. no. no…” “which was two years after you…” “after i what? After what?” “after you disappeared.”
Monica is walking towards big metal doors. She takes out her keycards but it beeps so she tries again but it beeped again “Ma’am? Over here please” she walked over to him smiling “hi, good morning. I work here. And…” “if you did, your badge would work, wouldn't it?” “right um… I have a meeting with…” “hey. You know who this is?” “..this guy” “Captain Monica Rambeau.” “Director Tyler Hayward”
“Acting Director. You haven't aged a day” “and you look old as hell” Tyler chuckles “come on, let's catch you up. It's been three weeks and you're the first to report. Cant say I'm surprised captain.” “How are the numbers for the astronaut training program?” “ Dismal. Lost half my personnel in The Blip and half of those remaining have lost their nerve. The program hasn't been the same since you've been up there, Rambeau. We shifted away from manned missions and refocused on robotics, nanotech, AI. Sentient Weapons, like it says on the door.”
“It also says observation and response on that door, not creation” “worlds not the same as you left it. Space is now full of unexpected threats” “always was full of threats. And allies” “Listen, Monica, I just wanna acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation. I know S.W.O.R.D.'s your home. Your mom built this place from the ground up. You grew up here. You should've been here to help name the replacement.” “you were the obvious choice”
“I was the only choice.” “I wasn't gonna say it. Look, Tyler, you know the job you have to do. I'm here to do mine.” ”Let's get you back out there.” he takes out his keycard and opens the door to his office. “The FBI is in a tizzy over missing persons case up in Jersey…” “missing persons?” “I know. But they have requested use of one of our imaging drones, and I need a chaperone.”
“Tyler, drones usually chaperone me.” “i get it” “look, if this is because of...you don't have to worry about me. I'm good.” “There's no easy way to say this, but you're grounded.” Monica chuckles “you're kidding. For how long? Who whose protocol is this?” “Your mother's. She implemented guidelines in the event vanished personnel ever returned. Look, I know it's a raw deal, but there is one positive takeaway.” “what's that?” “she believed you'd come back. You'd be doing me a big favor with this FBI thing, but if you need more time…”
“No. no. I'm good to go” “excellent. Keep me updated, captain.” Monica finally arrived at Westview “James E. Woo, FBI” “Monica Rambeau, S.W.O.R.D. what's the story here, agent woo?” “I've got a witness setup down the road in Westview, and this morning, it looked like he flew the coop?” “Your missing person is in the witness protection program?”
“I have contacted known associates, relatives…” “and let me guess, none of them have seen him either?” “No. None of them have ever heard of him. Something seemed hanky to me, so I took the first flight out of Oakland to interface with local law enforcement, which is when I encountered a new wrinkle.” “what's that?” “Pardon me, Sheriff. Would you mind repeating your claim about Westview to my colleague here?” “no such place” “you're saying the town of Westview, New Jersey, does not exist?”
“It's what I keep telling your G-man here, but he won't listen.” “I see. and , um, I'm sorry, what town are you from?” “Eastview” “Thank you, Sheriff. I'll reach out if we need any further assistance. I, uh, pulled phone numbers for all the residents. I'm only through the D’s, but so far I got Diddly Squat.” “So you can't reach anyone inside and everyone on the outside has some sort of selective amnesia?”
“This isn't a missing person's case, Captain Rambeau, it's a missing town. Population: 3,892.” “Why haven't you gone inside to investigate?” “Cause it doesn't want me to. You can feel it too, can't you? Nobody's supposed to go in.” Monica walks over to her car and pulls out a drone. “What about you?” “Me? Well, I'm from Bakersfield, originally. Growing up, other kids had Michael Jordan posters on their walls, but I had Eliot Ness.”
“No, no, no, no. I mean, why is it that you have an awareness of Westview? Or me, for that matter? Is it because we are outside of a certain radius, or maybe because we don't have a personal connection?” She looks at the screen but the drone malfunctions. She looks up and it's gone “Wait, where'd it go?” “It was right there.” she walk towards the town but stops as she hears electricity bussing “whoa..”
“What is it?” “some sort of energy field” “Careful, Rambeau. Captain Rambeau! Watch it. Rambeau! Captain Rambeau! Captain Rambeau!” she sticks her hand in and it pulls her in and she disappears.
24 Hours Later
“Hey. What's your field?” “We're not supposed to talk to each other.” “hmm? Boy scout leader. Got it. And you” Darcy asked a woman next to the boy scout leader. “Nuclear biology” “artificial intelligence” “astrophysics. We got the full clown car. It means whatever the threat is, S.W.O.R.D. clearly has no idea what they're dealing with.” “I'm a chemical engineer” “no one cares”
“Alright grab your gear.” Darcy walks around the S.W.O.R.D. camp. “Ms. Lewis?” “Dr.Lewis” “we have your gear set up inside.” the man walks Darcy inside a tent “those drones you're sending in, what kind of data are you getting?” “I'm afraid that is highly classified.” “You can't see anything? FBI, Army. I saw the Air Force Office of Special Investigations out there. Research Lab, Space Command, too. A bona fide, joint, multi-service response. Really looking forward to the commemorative T-shirt. Is there somewhere a lady could get a cup of coffee? You guys look like you might get down with those little pod things. Horrendous for the environment…”
“Make your assessment, please” “whoa… I mean, whoa..” “what are you getting?” “a colossal amount of CMBR” “CM…” “Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation.” “we've been told the radiation is within a safe limit” “uh, it is… for now” “wait what do you mean” Darcy shushes the man “there's are longer wavelength superimposed over the noise here” she looks under the desk and struggles to get something “I got it”
“I need a TV. an old one. Like, not flat.” After a few hours it started raining. “Are you good to go?” Hayward asked an agent “yes, sir” “these sewers will take you straight into town. Try to find anything you can on Rambeau” “copy that” “keep me updated” Hayward says as he walks away. “Director Hayward, between you, me, and the bedpost, I am not confident about this mission.” “Thanks for the feedback, Jimmy. If only my drones were as forthcoming.”
“There's no reason to suspect the perimeter doesn't extend subterraneous.” “There's no reason to suspect it does.” Jimmy sighs “We don't know enough about the nature of the threat to send in another agent when the first is yet to return.” “Someone must really miss you back in Quantico.” “No, sir. Softball season's over, sir.” “what do we have up?” Hayward asked agent Rodriguez “Radar, sonar, infrared” “cycle through. Will someone get me a useful visual, dammit?”
Everyone hears a studio audience laughing in the tent “what is that?” “Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” “Who is doing that?” “Who are those people?” “What are you wearing?” “Why are they here?” “Well, it's our anniversary!” “our anniversary of what?” “Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!” “is that..” “ yeah, it looks like him.” “you move at the speed of sound and i can make a pen float through the air, who needs to abbreviate?”
“Look , I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead, right? Not blipped, dead.” “excellent plan. Where's the tenderizer” “what am I looking at? You? What is that? Where's this coming from?” “out there” “you didn’t answer the back door. For your upside-down cake. oh hi, I” “is it authentic?” “I'm not sure how to answer that” “is it happening in real time? Is it recorded, fabricated?” “I don't know. I don't know. And I don't know” “what do you know?” Hayward said annoyed “My equipment registered an extremely high level of CMBR. That's…”
“Relic radiation dating back to the Big Bang.” “Yeah, entwined was a broadcast frequency. So I had your goons pick me up a sweet vintage TV. And when I plug this bad boy in, voilà, sound and picture.” “Dinner is served” “So you're saying the universe created a sitcom starring two Avengers?” Jimmy asked, confused “It's a working theory” “Get me a transport back to headquarters now. Are we recording this?”
“Never stopped.” Darcy says “I need immediate analysis. Now, people. Let's go!” “He’s a charmer.” “great work” “hey, thanks, maybe I could get that cup of coffee now? Or not. It's cool.” ”Aw” Darcy turns to the screen to see you and Vision kissing “Aw”
“First and foremost, our main objective is to get any intel on Captain Rambeau, but originally, this case was a missing person, so we're going to start there. We've successfully identified two individuals inside the Westview anomaly. Let's keep going.” Jimmy says as he puts two pictures up of you and Vision. “This guest is leaving your home” “yes, thank you for coming” “Mr. and Mrs. Hart. played by Todd and Sharon Davis.”
“Computational forms. And no one can process the data quite like you do, pal.” “Agent Woo” “you're like a walking computer.” “Abilash Tandon is Norm” “Harold Proctor is Jones” “we got Isabel Matsueida cast as Beverly” “John Collins as Herb.” Darcy gasps, dropping her Noodle cup and calls Jimmy over “Really?” “Does she seem okay to you?” “Well, she doesn't appear to be harmed in any way, but that is definitely not the boss lady I met yesterday.”
“So what, deep cover? Monica has to play along?” “With whom? Or else, what? All right. Brass tacks, Dr. Lewis. What are we looking at here? Is it an alternate reality? Time travel? Some cockamamie social experiment?” “It's a sitcom. A 1950s sitcom.” “But why?”
“Hey, man, we're working with the same scarcity of intel. But, listen, I do have an idea. So, you've seen that radio in M/n’s kitchen counter, right? The next time he's washing dishes, which, by my count, happens about once an episode, barf, we'll shoot a signal to that little guy. This transmitter will mimic the frequency of the broadcast, and if my theory is right, allow us to speak directly to her. This is totally gonna work. Don't touch that.”
“Agent Woo.” agent Rodrigues hands Jimmy a folder inside the folder there's a colored image of a retro S.W.O.R.D. drone “Is this from the current episode?” “aired about two minutes ago.” “What is it?” Darcy asks “what does it look like to you?” “like a retro version of a S.W.OR.D. drone?” “bingo” “but how did it change and why” “uh, to go with the production design” “or render it useless”
“why‘d you colorize it?” “I didn't” Darcy heads back to the tent. “Let's get this show on the road. Jimmy, you ready?” Darcy asks through an earpiece. “Ready” “bigger and better every season” “uh, Jimmy, Monica is talking to M/n. she's got a speaking part now.” “what is she saying?” “those jeans are peachy keen” “she likes M/n’s jeans” “we only have a few hours” “M/n’s at some sort of swim club. We've never been here before.”
“Is it the 60’s still?” “uh, uh, M/n’s with another character.” “real person?” “ohh, uh, radio on the side table. start talking.” “M/n. M/n, can you read me over?” “I don't...” “Can he hear me?” “I don't think so, keep trying.” “M/n?” “M/n?” “M/n. Who is doing this to you, M/n? M/n? Can you hear me? I'm here to help” “please give us a…” “pop quiz M/n how does a housewife or in this case househusband get a bloodstain out of white linen?”
“Wait” “what?” “I don't know” “by doing it yourself” “that's weird” “what was?” “Nothing, it's over. Mission failure” “it was worth a try. Good effort, doctor.” “yeah come in”
Both Jimmy and Darcy are watching you and Vision on TV “darling, do you think it's time to..” “call the doctor?” “yeah” “yes, I do dear” “1950s, 1960s, and now the '70s. Why does it keep switching time periods? It can't be purely for my enjoyment, can it?” “I cant believe M/n and Vision are having a baby” “you want any?” Jimmy chuckles
“Heck, I thought about it for sure. A little Jimmy Woo. Get him a tiny little FBI badge. Oh, you... Chip? Sure.” “you're doing great. You're doing great. Look at me. Look at me.” “The jig is up” you scream. After a few minutes you hear the baby cry “hi, oh, he's perfect” “what a twist.” Darcy says as she's tearing up “What? I'm invested” “he was killed by Ultron, wasn't he?” “Did she just say the name Ultron? Has that ever happened before? A reference to our reality.”
“No never” “hey I'll take a shift rocking the babies” “no I think you should leave” “oh, M/n, don't be like that” “who are you?” “M/n” “wow this is different” The Tv cuts and Monica is gone “what happened? Where she go?” “god not again” Darcy replays the footage back “who are you?” “M/n” “there's nothing here. One second, Monica is standing right there, and the next she isn’t. Someone is censoring the broadcast.”
“But where's Rambeau?” they suddenly both hear the alarm “Alert! Boundary has been breached! Alert! Boundary has been breached!”
Inside Westview
“Who are you?” “I don't..” you walk closer to her “who are you?” “M/n i'm just your neighbor.” “Then how did you know about Ultron?” you start to see the familiar red glow around your hands “You're not my neighbor. And you're definitely not my friend. You are a stranger and an outsider. And right now, you are trespassing here. And I want you to leave.”
Your familiar red glow wraps around Monica Sending her back through every wall and fence. You gulp “I… I…” you raise your hands and start to fix the hole on the wall as if it never happened. You walk over to your babies hearing them “M/n?” Vision comes in through the door turning back to his synthezoid form “where is Geraldine?” “oh she left honey. She had to rush home”
You turn around to look at Vision and you gasp making you look down “what? What is it? What's wrong?” Vision asks you concerned “Uh..” you slowly look up at him and see that he looks normal again “we don't have to stay here. We could go wherever we want” Vision tells you “no, we can't. This is our home” you move your hand to crease his cheek and he holds onto your hand “are you use”
“oh, don't worry darling. I have everything under control.” you walk over and grab Tommy “oh hi” you turn to Vision smiling “what should we watch tonight?” you walk over to the sofa, Vision sits next to you. He puts an arm around you.
Outside of Westview
“Monica, are you okay?” “it's M/n. its all M/n”
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Translations: Part 3: Foreign Languages
Title: Translations
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC (Elena Sidorova) (Russian, white)
Rating: R, consider it on par with the general tone of the movies and comics
Warnings: Language, Vintage Sexism, Unkind treatment of a female/female prisoner (not by Bucky), implied sexual abuse of the female prisoner (again, not by Bucky)
Word Count: 2800
A/N: This one has been a long time in coming– this is me, inserting an original character into the action from First Avenger through Endgame. I've been dabbling with the doc since Civil War came out and I've been tweaking it-- this'll "end" in time to "Start" The Falcon and Winter Soldier events (though I won't be writing them).
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Pt 3: Foreign Languages
The men were not used to having a woman with them. 
It was awkward. 
Especially as Elena had only interacted with the 107th and when they freed the rest of the prisoners, most still fresh in the facility, had only known her as a Hydra maid. Some of the guys eyed her with intense suspicion but the core group that had been in Buck's cage crowded around her defensively, none moreso than Bucky himself who had one finger tracing the line of his trigger as some of the men shouted that she was a Kraut spy, a German traitor, a HYDRA whore, and a dozen other unpleasant things, most of which showed how little the Americans could tell their Eastern European friends apart. She didn't react and Steve wondered if she understood but then he saw her pet Bucky's arm, stroking it, until he relaxed and whispered in English, "Is ok, let them talk. Hard times been had. No fight between you all." 
"I don't care for their language." 
Steve attempted to break the ice, "Isn't that my line?" 
Steve was trying to be polite for a litany of reasons not the least of which was that his mother raised him right. 
"You speak good English." He said slowly and she nodded. 
"Not practice…long time." She shrugged apologetically, "I think….I think I remember most. When I do it all time I was good." 
Her pace with the words was getting marginally faster each time she spoke as though she was dusting off an old book. 
"How'd you learn?" 
"My father American. Well." She shook her head, "He was born Russia. Move Scotland. Then England. Then America. He fought in war– since spoke Russian sent there. Got hurt. Loved his nurse. Stayed. We plan go to America but work was…." 
She got frustrated and tried to sort it, Steve let her fiddle it with patience she appreciated, and she finally tried, "When you have pot on stove and no leave." 
Steve's brow furrowed, "In the middle of something? Busy? Couldn't wait, had to see it through?"
She nodded, "Yes. This….then, new war." 
"Is he…did you have any news of him?" 
"Red Skull take him for work. Take me later for…." She couldn't come up with the right word and Steve sighed. 
"They took you to make him work? Collateral?" 
She nodded, "To make him, yes." 
"Does that fancy uniform come with any insight?" Bucky looked from Elena to Steve and Steve shrugged.
"If I'm not court martialed when we get back I'll do my best to help you find information. I promise." 
Bucky gently nudged Elena's shoulder, "If he promises you can believe him." 
She wasn't sure how to thank people and she was often convinced, just after she said it, that she had said it wrong so she clasped both hands over her heart and bowed her head at Steve. He seemed to understand. It turned into a shiver and Bucky put an arm around her and rubbed her arms, "How much further Cap?" 
"About an hour, I think." 
With this many guys, and not in the best shape, they had to take a knee and rest for the night. They didn't have shelter but they all found trees or backed against one another and the camp was snoring soon. Steve was checking on everyone before heading back to the stump he and Buck had claimed. Buck had a gun propped next to him and Elena Sidorova curled against his side, head on his shoulder, fast asleep. Her hands were tucked under her chin. Steve snorted, "I can't bring you anywhere." 
Bucky smirked a little though it got lost in the haunted look on his face, "What can I say? Girls love a guy in uniform." 
The conversation was near identical to one from many months ago but God did it feel different now.
Steve looked around, "Should we move her? Give her some space?" 
"She's fine here, Steve, let her be. She's not hurting anyone." He had an arm around her and stroked her temple lightly. 
"I just don't want her feeling exposed." 
Buck snorted, "Not a feeling you can take away from her…I got her. She's alright." 
The aura of Bucky and Steve seemed to spread around Elena. Despite their initial resistance the men outside Bucky's cage began to warm to her, at least enough to stop calling her names. 
Bucky and Steve's good opinion carried and soon some of the 107 were making small talk. 
Do you speak other languages? 
Are all Russian girls so pretty?
Did you ever visit France? 
What did your mom cook on birthdays? 
The tone of everything lightened, especially as Frenchie and some of the others naturally helped her stilted English with the same easiness they helped one another.
"It is a stupid and inelegant language, no?" 
Elena smiled, "We all like mothertongues best. But this one not far for me. My father used to tell story and poem in English." 
"What poem?" 
"A man from Nantucket? Maybe is no good one." 
Gabe howled with laughter, "Nah, that one's aces. Tell it, if you remember. If you don't, I do." 
"You do then. I do no want to do wrong." 
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There were a lot of people cheering during the return of the troops but Elena didn't know what to do. She was not one of them and yet she was here. She was no fool– she expected suspicion. She knew she would be questioned. 
She did not expect to have her arm twisted behind her back by a sharp woman in a suit who barked, "And who might you be?" 
"Elena! Elena Sidorova!" 
"Don't mind Captain Carter she is deeply distrusting of sweet faced women by sensitive information, something about a ballerina. Anyway, I am Colonel Phillips and I, for one, would like a word with you." 
Elena had a flash of fear and her eyes landed on Bucky who immediately stepped towards her and said, "Permission to help translate." 
Colonel Phillips eyed them and snorted. The man was too old and had seen too many soldiers and he knew a problem when he saw it but shook his head-- he had bigger problems, this one could fall to Rogers to deal with, “Alright well, daylight’s wasting. Come on then.”
Once they were in the privacy of a command tent Elena was offered a chair while Phillips and Carter loomed over her.
“Miss Sidorova, if you don’t mind I have some questions and if your answers don’t seem above board you will go to prison, do you understand?”
She looked to Bucky who gritted his teeth and said They say you will go to prison if you lie.
“I understand.” She turned her eyes back to the Colonel.
 "Good. Let’s start easy– some of my best men haven't come back out of there and by our count most POWs are dead within a couple months. How long were you there?" 
"What date is it?" She looked between all of them. They gave it to her and she held up her fingers counting slowly in English like a child then held up her hand, "Five." 
"Months?" 
"Years."
They looked shocked and she became quiet, almost embarrassed. 
"Ask her why she has fresh clothes, relatively speaking." Agent Carter interjected, eyeballing the plain dress, "Those clothes aren't five years old." 
"After the other women…" she chewed on the word, unsure it was right, "leave? Leave. They give some clothes." 
"Other women?" Agent Carter pushed, "Why were they there? Where did they go?" 
She blushed and muttered a word that Bucky choked on and made her repeat for clarity. With a tight jaw that expressed his disdain he said, "Bride. A bride for the Red Skull. She said there were no women who survived--" he added on his own, "we never saw any. Gabe found a piece of a garter in one of the birdcages so it makes sense they were there." 
Peggy puzzled, "She wasn't part of that program?" 
Bucky translated and the girl looked at him and shrugged, explaining something fairly long. Bucky was nodding, occasionally stopping to have her repeat or change how she said something. He looked over to the rest, "Her father is a doctor, Zola wanted him to help with an aspect of the experiments he was doing. When he wouldn't help on his own they took her hostage to make him comply." 
"Who is her father?" Peggy was leaned forward, hungry.
Elena understood and said, "Alexei Sidorov." 
Bucky saw Peggy's jaw twitch and Colonel Phillips sighed. Elena noticed and looked down at her lap, "Is he dead?" 
Colonel Phillips nodded, "We got the notice about four days ago." 
She nodded sadly, "When Zola took me...I knew." She was teary eyed, "How?" 
Agent Carter put a hand on her arm for comfort, "He tried to surrender to us…he was shot from behind."
The girl let herself cry and Peggy tried to comfort her but Elena flinched away and leaned towards Bucky. He wrapped an arm around her.
He tried to school his face but he doubted he was doing a good job and Steve tried to help. 
"Colonel….have a little sympathy."
Colonel Phillips sighed and pinched his nose, “Well…doesn’t smell like a spy. Yet. Sometimes spies are like fish– takes a few days to stink up the joint.” 
Peggy squared her shoulders, “We could keep an eye on her.”
"Well I should hope. Miss Sidorova, you good at anything?" The Colonel's question was blunt but his tone was not cruel, “Like a job?”
"I….nurse some." 
"Nursing tent it is. Kill anyone on purpose and I'll shoot you as a spy. You'll be rooming with Carter so," Colonel Phillips smirked, "good luck." 
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Processing was next and Bucky had to say good-bye to Elena as she went into the medical tent for evaluation. 
“Don’t be too jealous, Barnes. You’re due too.” 
The tests were positive– he was a bit bruised, bit underfed, but the doctor shook his head, “Healthy as a horse otherwise…strange.”
“What is?”
“I mean normally I’d say there’s minor breaks, sprains, something. Most of the guys have something not in its proper place. I’d almost say prison camp looks good on you, Buck.” 
“Well it didn’t feel very nice.” Bucky shrugged, “And I don’t know what they were doing at the…at the end. In the back room.”
The doctor was not any more helpful, “Wish I could say. You have healed up injection sites, looks like they put stuff in you. A lot of times they test new drugs and vaccines on POWs so I wouldn’t be surprised if it just…flopped. You’re lucky it flopped by doing nothing, sometimes these things flop in bigger, badder, more awful ways. You should’ve seen some of the shit came out of WWI when they busted up some of the experimentation labs.”
“What did they find?”
“Two headed cats. Talking dogs. I don’t even know if half the rumors are true, mind, but I heard about an attempt to cut gills into people. Gills. You’re lucky they, I dunno, tested out a measles vaccine or something and you just didn’t react.”
“But I never had measles.” “Just an example, Buck. Don’t lose sleep over it– we may never know and you seem like you lucked out. Just live with it.”
Steve knew just about every army doctor. He’d given so much blood and allowed himself to be poked and prodded at so often that he had at this point heard about everyone’s wives, girlfriends, and kids. 
One guy came in to the mess hall later and Steve waved at him, “Marshall! How’s Katie? You get the new letter? She have the baby?”
But Marshall didn’t react except to look up and notice Steve, grab a tray, and mosey over.
“Sorry Cap, not in my head.”
“Anything happen?”
“I did intake on that Russian woman you guys brought back?”
Bucky sat up straighter, “You did? She ok? What did you guys find?”
Marshall looked from Steve to Bucky and Steve nodded, “This is my friend, Bucky Barnes. He and Elena were both in Zola’s back room when we rescued them. Experiments, they think, but so far no answers. They didn’t find anything on Buck.”
Marshall took a breath, “I mean….I dunno what kind of experiments but they didn’t seem nice. She’s not got any disease or what that we can see. No broken bones just…”
“Just what?”
"Bruises on top of bruises. Everywhere." 
Bucky's fist clenched, "Everywhere?" 
The medic had a dark look in his eye and just nodded before shooting back his drink as if it was alcohol, then looking longingly in the cup, “Yeah I mean they’re already healing up so some of them might be old but it’s just…God. Makes me so fucking happy girls can’t join up. Shouldn’t be there. Isn’t right.”
Steve shook his head and looked off as if the ceiling might have the answer, "What did they do to her?" 
The medic took another shot and hissed, "What do you think assholes with too much power and too little morality do to pretty girls?" 
Steve bit back the chastisement for language and Bucky wrung his hands sharply as if prepping his fists for fighting then muttered to himself and walked off. 
Steve let him as Steve knew– he wasn’t the only kid from Brooklyn looking to right wrongs in all the wrong places.
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Bucky didn’t get to see her for a couple of days. There were more tests to run on him and the others, an attempt at quarantining them, and then deciding to let Steve form his Howling Commandos. 
Then they’d gone drinking to celebrate.
He barely touched his drinks. The whole situation still felt off.
They couldn’t find evidence of what Zola did to him, but he remembered pain and screaming and saying his number and he remembered all that. He didn’t know what they did. But for the answer to seemingly be that nothing happened and he was healing up great felt…wrong.
Felt off.
Something that happened, and he didn’t want it to be brushed off like he was lucky he couldn’t remember the details or didn’t have visible evidence.
He felt used. Violated. And nobody had answers because he was in the peak of health within a week– his shots were better, his hands didn’t shake. 
And he kept thinking of the other person who probably felt the same, it was almost like fate when he looked up one day while escorting someone to the med-tent for burn treatment and she was there, folding blankets and towels, following around another nurse. 
When she recognized him she stopped and he walked over to her, a charming smile spread on his face, "How you feeling doll?" 
She blinked as if processing the question and he followed up in Russian, "I heard you were hurt when we brought you in." 
Her eyes lit up and she nodded, she tried in English figuring that was for the best, "I am…no hurt. I think sleep and food help. Bruises gone." 
"Sleep and food'll do that." He nodded, "Where did they put you to sleep?" 
"With Peg…Peg Knee? Peggy." 
Bucky snorted– that seemed like a mild joke on the part of the Colonel. If you are a spy go ahead and deal with Carter. Peggy was a worse roommate than military police but Buck was happy for different reasons that Elena was not alone. She had been isolated there too long. 
“Well you…liking it here?” He indicated the tent with his fingers.
She struggled with the words, “Much…much better. I like nurse tent more than Hydra.” 
“Well I would hope we are better than that.”
She nodded, “Yes. Much…And you? How you feel?”
He indicated his body, “Doc says I’m better than ever.”
She cocked her head, “But…how you feel?”
Bucky’s smile dimmed then doubled back, “Better seeing you’re doing ok…anyone mistreats you, come for me or Steve. Don’t sit back. We will make sure you’re doing ok.”
“I do no want trouble.”
“My mother said trouble never listens to what we want. Just…you don’t deserve the trouble, so if it finds its way to you, let me help sort it out. Ok?”
“I…will. You be safe, yes? And visit?”
“Sure. Now that I know where to find you.” He kissed her cheek. And she felt energized enough to take on the world, “Take care, El.”
“Take care. James.”  
She got back to the nursing tent proper and the order came to break down everything for a move. The groans and moans began from the staff as it was cumbersome to do. Elena had watched it go up and down twice and thought she might offer a few suggestions. She'd been too shy to just offer them before because she was an outsider and knew it but…
Bucky's kiss had given her a dose of confidence, an illusion of being more in now and so she strolled up to the head of the tent and said, "Pardon…I have small idea to help." 
To her surprise, they listened. 
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A/N: Elena was designed with hurt/comfort in mind, with trauma-bonding in mind, so if you don't want to read any of that you should exit the ride now.
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Fun, Family, and Fishing
Fair Game Week 2020: Day 3 - Family / Weapons
Read it on AO3 here.
After months of planning, they were finally going on their camping trip, and boy did it take planning. It was a hard time to find a time where five adults were all free for a vacation. Eventually, they all decided to embark on their trip during the summer when Tai was free from his teaching job, and when fishing was in season. Qrow, Clover, Summer, and Raven just decided to use their sick days to get the time off. At first, it was just going to be them and Ruby and Yang, but then they begged their parents to let their friends Weiss and Blake tag along. They gave in quickly. They knew they could handle two more kids, and quickly met with the other kid’s parents to get the okay from them. To all the kids’ delight, they agreed. But then, all four of them ganged up on the adults to convince them to let their other friends, Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren, join in on the trip. The kids were around so much they practically were family, but eight kids seemed like too much, so at first, they said no. Then they saw the children’s puppy eyes. Then they fell for the puppy eyes and pleas. Then they went to get permission from all the kids’ guardians. And then they modified their plans to include eight kids instead of four kids, which had first only planned for two kids. It was hectic, to say the least, but it all worked out. They ended up renting two RVs and getting more supplies than they could carry. After a day of driving and trying to keep middle school kids entertained, they reached their reserved campsite nightfall, exhausted and tired. They decided to begin their activities the next day. Tai and Clover were the first to wake, used to an early schedule. 
“Morning Tai.”
“Morning Clover.” They both began unloading the supplies for breakfast, though most of the cooking would be done by Tai. Clover wasn’t allowed to cook after the time he burned soup, which no one ever let him forget. The only thing he could cook well was fish.
“So, how was your night?” 
“Pretty good, all things considered. Team JNPR fell asleep pretty quickly, and Qrow too. He is pretty good with kids after all.”
“Team JNPR?” Tai questioned.
“It’s what Qrow calls Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren’s group.” Clover clarified. “He calls the girls Team RWBY.”
“Hmm, I’m gonna steal that from him. If anyone asks, I thought of it on my own.” 
“My lips are sealed.” Clover said as he motioned his lips shut.
“Anyways, my night was terrible. Try falling asleep while teenage girls giggle until midnight, AND, while Raven snores. I don’t know how Summer even fell asleep in the first place.”
“Damn. Well, at least we’ll have tents to sleep in tonight while the kids sleep in the RV.”
“Yeah, but I can only imagine what that’s going to do to my back.” 
“Oh Tai, you say that like we're old men. We’re only barely fourty.” Clover shook his head at the silly notion.
“I do crossword puzzles on my lunch breaks and you collect vintage fishing tackles.” He deadpanned, looking Clover straight into his eyes. Clover opened his mouth to refute the statement, but realized Tai was right.
“Okay. I see your point.” Clover conceded. There was also the fact that he was starting to gray on his sides. He liked how it looked though, and so did Qrow, whose hair was already colored salt and pepper. As Tai started breakfast, Clover took out the tent equipment. The next to awake were Ren, Nora, and Qrow. 
“Good morning Uncle Clover and Mr. Xiao-Long.” Nora greeted cheerfully. She and the other kids had started calling Qrow Uncle Qrow in elementary school when they started hanging out with Ruby and Yang and their cool uncle. He didn’t particularly like it at first, but soon grew accustomed to it. And when he married Clover, it was only natural that they would call Clover Uncle Clover. Needless to say, Clover felt honored and readily accepted the title, especially since he was an only child and therefore couldn’t have nieces or nephews. Ren, still waking up, had also given a respectful “Good morning as well.”
“Morning, and please tell me someone made coffee.” Qrow asked, his drowsiness evident. The drowsiness certainly wasn’t going to stop him from giving his husband a good morning kiss on the cheek though.
“Lucky for you, Tai did. I’ll get you some.” Clover went and poured him a cup of pure black coffee. 
“Thanks Cloves.” He said as he eyed the cup as if it held the secrets of life. Graciously, he took a sip. “Ahh, that's the stuff.” He smiled as he began to feel the drowsiness fade away. 
“Uncle Clover! Can I have some?” Nora asked with bright eyed innocence. 
“Uhh,” he responded at first. He didn’t really know if he should give her any, but got his answer from Ren who seemed wide awake now. Behind her, he mouthed “no” and fearfully shook his head.  “No.”
“Aww, why not?” she asked, deflated. 
“Because …” she stared at him as he tried to think of a reason.
“It’ll stunt your growth. You want to grow big and strong like your uncles, don’t you? Of course you do.” He quickly said before she could answer. “Here, have some juice.” He tossed her a box of some juice, which she caught.
“Thanks Uncle Qrow!”
“No problem kiddo.” She then moved over to Tai to see what he was cooking. Clover let out a sigh of relief.
“Thanks you two.” 
“No need to thank us. We just don’t want Nora to run off in the wilderness and come back with a bear slung over her back.” Qrow told his husband as he took another sip.
“If you think she’s hyper now, you should have seen what happened in fifth grade when she drank an energy drink.” Ren, nursing a box of juice as well, said as he looked into the distance as if reliving a war memory. 
“I’m pretty sure it left poor old Tai traumatized. But hey, he’s still an elementary school teacher, so it obviously wasn’t that bad.” 
“I do not envy Tai’s work.” Clover replied as he sat down next to Qrow to take a break from unpacking. Next to wake up was Raven and Summer.
“Good morning. my wonderful wives.” Tai greeted them each with a kiss as he held a pan of cooking food.
“Too. Energetic.” Summer was obviously not a morning person “Need. Coffee.” She still had her eyes closed Raven guided her to a seat. She poured herself and her wife a cup.
“Morning Raven. You look great.” Qrow teased. She had a serious case of bedhead, which Qrow could not help but make fun of. 
“I will throw you into the river, and I will laugh when your eyeliner gets ruined, little brother.” She glared at him as she took a long sip.
“Jokes on you, I didn't bring any.” He laughed at her, as she could only scowl at him. “Besides, I’d just have my knight in shining armor rescue me.” He gave Clover another kiss, which caused him to blush.
“Aww, look at that. Qrow and Clover sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” teased Summer, who had turned back to her usual self thanks to the coffee. Now Qrow and Clover were both blushing. 
“Ha! Look at them! Nice one!” Raven exclaimed as she high fived her wife. Before anymore could be said or done, Tai announced that breakfast was done, and asked them to wake the rest of the kids. 
“This isn’t over, Summer.” Clover mocked as he motioned that he would be keeping his eyes on her, his cheeks still flushed. 
“Oh, I know.” she said as she smiled, excited for the antics that would follow, and went to wake up Team RWBY. While Clover went to wake up Jaune and Pyrrah, Raven and Qrow only glared at each other, occasionally taking a sip of their coffee. 
With all the kids now up, the real party would begin. After eating and mingling with one another, they changed into their outfits for the main event of the day: a fishing contest. Tai had decided that he would stay behind to watch the stuff. Ren, Nora, Ruby, and Weiss had decided to stay with him, since Nora and Weiss didn’t like getting wet, and Ren and Ruby didn't want to leave their best friend behind. When Tai told them they could help with the tents, Ruby screamed “Yay! Child labor!” which had caused all the adults to laugh, except for Tai, who looked sad and tired already. 
The last ones to change into their fishing outfits were Qrow and Clover. Everyone expected him to look the most prepared because the man had been fishing most of his life, and he did look the most prepared. A fishing vest, with his signature pin tacked on, cargo shorts, and shoes with good grip were all immaculate, despite years of use, save for the shoes that were recently bought. He looked like he was about to enter a fishing contest, save for one particular part of his clothing: his hat. It was a gift from his fathers on his twentieth birthday, much like his prized fishing pole that he lovingly monikered after his favorite bird, “aside from Qrow” he would often clarify, the Kingfisher. Naturally he carried the fishing pole and wore the hat with pride. What made the hat so unaligned with his outfit was the fact that it said “Men want me Fish fear me” on it. Stepping out of the RV with Qrow, Clover saw Raven do a double take. Once she was able to make out the words on the hat, she began to die of laughter, which caused Summer to turn to look at what had made her wife laugh so hard. As a result, she began to laugh as well, calling her husband over in between laughs. Soon, he was dying of laughter as well. Qrow took in a deep breath and exhaled.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“I know, and it’s all thanks to my good luck charm.” Clover sing-songed as he kissed Qrow on the cheek. He tried to hide a smile, but failed miserably. “Come on Qrow, let's go win our fishing contest.” Raven And Summer began to laugh even harder. 
“You hear that Rav! They think- They think they’re gonna win!” They continued laughing. 
“Laugh all you want now, we’ll see if you’ll be laughing later when you’re eating the fish we caught.” Clover taunted.
“I hope you like the taste of defeat, ladies.” Qrow said cooly, as if he and Clover already won.
“I’m sure they will. Now, let's get going. It’s already noon.” With that, Clover led the way to the river, Qrow by his side, the kids in tow playing around, and Summer and Raven behind the kids, recovering from their laughing fit. Soon, they arrived at a place where the deep river forked, one path remaining deep, the other turning shallow. As the kids played in the shallow area, the adults set up their fishing rods and chairs, one of them periodically going to the nearby shallow area to check in on the kids.
“All set!” exclaimed, the first to finish setting up. He stood back and admired his handiwork, everything neat and orderly. With that, he cast out his line, and waited. Next to finish setting up was Qrow, but only because he had Clover help him. Immediately after was Summer. While she wasn’t nowhere as talented in fishing as Clover, she was still a force to be reckoned with. Lastly was Raven, who was decent at fishing with a pole. And so, they waited, chatting about current events, their jobs, and the kids.
“So thats where Ruby learned about child labor, huh?” asked Qrow.
“Yup.” Confirmed Summer. “Speaking of Ruby, she recently asked when she’s going to have some cousins, and frankly, I wanna know too.” The two men began stumbling over each other’s words, explaining that they talked about it here and there, but never really seriously. 
“Now’s as good a time as any.” Raven spoke. “You’re both about middle aged, have stable jobs with a good retirement plan, and you have us to help you out if you ever need it. After this trip, think about it maybe.”
“Wow Raven, that’s ... actually some good advice. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Clover. I dragged it out from the kindness I keep in my heart.” Raven joked, putting a hand over her heart.
“You have a heart? I wouldn’t have ever known.” said a smug Qrow.
“Fine then, fuck you. I just wanted to have another person to tell all the embarrassing stories I have about you.” She angrily, almost comically, cast a line back into the water.
“Hey, watch you’re fucking language, there’s kids nearby.” Clover reprimanded, pretending to be serious. They all just laughed. The loud children were too far away to be able to discern their words.
“Eh, but seriously, thanks Rae, we’ll think about it.”
“If it helps, just know that I would make a great auntie.” 
“I’m sure you would, Summer.” Qrow replied, mostly focusing on the fishing rod.
“You know, there is one thing we talked about.” Clover teased, immediately grabbing the attention of the two women. 
“Oh, yeah! Names. We were thinking either Basil, or Bluebird.”
“Those are nice.” Raven replied. 
“They are. I get Bluebird,” Summer stated, “but how did you decide on Basil?”
“Like my namesake, it’s another plant that can bring good luck.” Clover clarified.
“Ahh, I see. Oh! Clover! Look!”  Summer shouted. His pole had hooked onto something, and after a bit of fighting, Clover reeled in a decently sized fish. 
“Think you could top this?” Clover asked Qrow specifically, with a wink and a smirk on his face as he put the fish in a bucket of water. 
“I mean, I have before.” He replied, unphased. It took a moment for the women to catch on to what he said. Once they realized, they made sounds of disgust and made sure it was known.
“Ugh! Gods have mercy on me!” Summer screeched in desperation, covering her ears.
“I wouldn’t waste my breath if I were you. Trust me, I know. You know how many times they didn't show me any mercy in college.” Qrow shuddered at the memories of him accidentally walking in on Raven, Summer, and Tai. They resumed their normal conversations and soon slipped into comfortable silence, each of them catching a fish now and then, except for Qrow. By the time lunch rolled around and the kids had eaten and resumed their playing, Qrow had still caught nothing. Currently in the lead was Raven, though Clover had wondered why the fish weren’t as big as they usually were. He just chalked it up to luck. 
“Fuck it.” Qrow said. He rolled up his pants and waded into the river. Clover watched in curiosity as his husband stood still with laser focus in knee deep water. Soon, his curiosity was replaced with awe as the man shot into the water and resurfaced with a fish that put him in the lead. Clover wouldn’t have said it out loud, but seeing Qrow glistening in the river with a big fish in his hands was kind of hot.
“Qrow where the hell did you learn that!? That was amazing!” After Qrow placed his catch in his bucket, he was met with a kiss on the lips.
“Looks like I better catch more fish if this is my reward, huh?” Qrow asked, knowing the answer to his question. Clover whispered his answer into Qrow’s ear. Apparently, he did not know the answer. His face got visibly redder, and he quickly went back into the river. 
“Don’t think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it.” Summer repeated to herself. 
“I think I know how to help with that.” Raven walked over to Summer, gave her a kiss, then walked into the water. Needless to say, it worked. Soon, after Clover and Summer caught another fish, too small to dethrone Qrow, Raven striked, and reemerged with two fish in hand, one big enough to take the lead. “We learned lots of things back when we were a part of that traveling tribe. Some of us learned better than others.” Suavely, she tossed the smaller fish back into the water and replaced the fish in her bucket with the bigger one as Summer cheered her on.
Sibling rivalry mode was in full swing among the pair. Mostly in silence, they continued their contest. Qrow managed to catch a bigger one, but was dethroned by Clover, which he didn't mind. Meanwhile, poor Summer remained in last place. She was starting to lose hope, until something that seemed particularly big got hooked onto her pole. By then, Raven and Summer had left the water and had packed up most of the stuff. She fought with it, slowly but surely making progress. However, as she was fighting the fish standing up, she slipped, sending her into the center of the river, where it was deepest. Summer had lost her rod, but had fortunately felt someone tug her back to the surface. As she broke the surface, she gasped for air.
“Oh Raven, my love, you saved me. That’s what a real knight in shining armor is like Qrow!” Her eyes still closed and cradled in a set of arms, she moved to give her savior a kiss, but felt something that something was off, and stopped. “Wait a minute…” she reached for the chest area and gave a light squeeze. They were thick,  nowhere as  plump as Raven’s, but thicker than Qrow’s. She knew that it could only mean one thing. She rubbed her eyes and opened them to face Clover.
“A real knight in shining armor huh?” he asked smugly. She gave a small scream and squirmed about, falling back into the water.
“None of you saw or heard any of that!” she yelled, pointing a finger at all of them. Her heart dropped when she saw Qrow on shore, holding his phone, the camera light on. “Oh gods no.”
“I did say it wasn’t over, remember? This’ll make for a great video to show everyone.” 
“You monster!” she yelled as she pretended to try to drown the man, though that would be difficult, considering he practically grew up in water. Meanwhile, Clover was laughing and Qrow was laughing as he ran from Raven who was trying to steal his phone so she could protect her wife’s honor by deleting the video. However, their antics were interrupted.
“Mom! Uncle Qrow! Look what Blake caught!” Yang shouted from down the river. In the distance, they could make out what looked to be a large fish.
“Holy fuck...” Qrow stated in awe.
“Don’t tell me...” said Raven, also awestruck. “Hey!” she shouted at Clover and Summer. “Meet us down the river with the kids. You’ll want to see this!” 
“Oh boy...” Clover knew that with this family, it was bound to be something interesting, to say the least. He and Summer swam over, seeing the figure Blake had dragged in becoming clearer and clearer. They could also see Raven checking Blake to make sure she was alright as Qrow untangled the line from the caught fish.
“No. Way. “They both said in unison. Once they reached shallow enough water, They ran to confirm that Blake was alright, and that she had indeed caught the fish that threw Summer into the water. Blake’s shyness was evident as her friends showered her with praise.
“Blake! Where did you learn to do that!? That was amazing!” asked Yang, proud of her best friend. 
“That, its nothing.” she shied away, pushing her wet hair out of her face and turning her head to hide a blush. “I’ve been doing it with my mom since I was young. Really, it’s nothing spectacular.”
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short kid, that thing’s half your size. That’s nothing to sneeze at.” said Qrow. He had had low self esteem for a long time, and wasn’t about to let any of the kids put themselves down.
“That is very incredible Blake, but try not to do that again without letting us know. We just don’t want anything bad to happen.” clover explained.
“Yes, of course, I’ll be sure to let one of you know next time.” she stated.
“You do know what this means, right Blake?” asked Summer.
“Uhh, no?”
“It means you won our fishing contests silly! You caught the biggest fish! You Win!” Blake was confused at first when she was picked up by Raven and placed on her shoulder.
“That also means you get to lead the victory parade, little champion.”
“Ooh, mom, pick me up too!” Yang exclaimed. She wasn’t going to refuse. She had seen how close the little champion and her daughter were getting. It brought her comfort to know her daughter would be with such a strong person. Once the equipment and dinner packed and ready for transport, they marched back to their campsite, the children shouting Blake’s name as she was carried in front.
“Damn, what are the Belladonnas feeding her?” Clover wondered. 
“Pure protein, by the looks of it.” Summer replied.
“Well, at least she’s alright.” Qrow said.
“Yeah.” agreed Summer and Clover.
The sun was beginning to set by the time they returned. By then, they were all beginning to feel tired and hungry once more. Tai and Clover made sure to make the fish mouth watering delicious. The served the first piece to Blake, whose mouth was watering at the sight. While the kids ate and Yang retold the story of how her bff caught the beat, the adults chatted some more. After dinner, they all roasted marshmallows and told scary stories. If anyone had asked Clover if he had yelped and grabbed onto his husband’s arm when an ominous howl coincided with the climax of Tai’s scary story, he would say it didn’t happen. Everyone else would beg to differ, especially Qrow. As it got later, the fire died and the kids who wanted to sleep outside retired to a tent, while the kids who wanted to sleep inside retired to the RVs. While there was room for the adults in the RV, they wanted to appreciate the cool air and beautiful night sky. 
“Hey, Clover?”
“Yes, my Lucky Charm?”
“It’s been a nice day with you, and them.” Clover hummed in agreement.
“It has. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” They laid together in comfortable silence for a moment more, taking in the starry sky through their clear-topped tent. 
“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” Qrow asked. Clover turned to face him. His deep crimson eyes shone a unique brilliance that was incomparable to anything else. Qrow had just looked so serene in the light of the moon and stars and the darkness of the night. Clover found himself enamored. 
“Most beautiful sight in the world, if I must say.”
“Clover, I swear, if you’re─” he stopped mid sentence as he turned his head to see Clover staring right at him, obviously caught up in admiring his dark-haired husband. Qrow softly smiled back. Together, they silently admired each other. 
“You know, I do think of you and your family as the best thing to ever happen to me. Never had a big family, and I’m pretty much all I have from my side of the family now. I guess I just appreciate you and your family a lot.”
“Our family, Lucky Charm.”
“Hmm?” Clover said, surprised.
“Our family. You’re as much a part of it as anyone else here, and we all love you just the same too.” Bewildered. Clover couldn’t think of a response. He was so used to the loneliness that he hadn’t really considered he could be a part of a family again. He moved closer to hug Qrow, who readily accepted him. He buried his head into the crook of his shoulders. And Clover wasn’t going to lie. He was crying a little. However, Qrow’s scent helped comfort him, as well as Qrow stroking his hair and the knowledge that he had a family.
“I love you Qrow.” Clover’s voice came out a tad strained, though it was almost undetectable.
“I love you too Clover.” With Qrow humming a song, Clover fell into a peaceful sleep. Soon after, Qrow fell asleep to the calm rise and fall of his husband’s chest. In this sleep, Clover had a dream, though he only remembered an image from it. Tai, Summer, and Raven were in it, as well as all the kids, albeit slightly older. Qrow was standing right beside him, their hands intertwined. In between them were two children who he could not discern. Yet, he felt happy, he felt like he was where he belonged, he felt love.
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danytheestallion · 4 years
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Modern ToG  AU Headcanons!
Aelin
Taurus
Bi icon
She can dance but only if it’s a set routine and classical, so like ballet or ballroom. Anything she has to improvise? disaster. (that doesn’t stop her from hitting the club tho)
Editor in Cheif of a fashion magazine bc she needs to provide the budget for her excessive lifestyle
Like teen vogue. A blend of political articles and fashion
Mega fancy apartment with a grand piano
Interior design somewhere between vintage and obscure
Think Villanelle’s apartment from killing eve
Except much more fancy and chic
The bitch smokes
I know it’s gross but it’s her energy okay
Tattoos!!!
Fleetfoot is an Irish Wolfhound and I will stand by that
Started dating Chaol during her freshman year of college but broke up when she realised she was just trying to get over her high school sweetheart, Sam
Ansel
Race car driver and that’s that on that
Started of street racing, found out she could make mad bank, now we’re here
Leo
Once at summer camp she got into a fist fight with this blonde bitch so they had to serve cleanup duty together. Ended up making out in the supply closet instead.
Speaks like ten different languages for funzies
¡Cállate puta!
“Come on now, lesbi-honest”
Horror movie nut
She can sit and watch them for hours without flinching once
She’s scared of spiders tho
Her movie buddy is Borte but if this bitch screams one more time she’s gonna kill her
She listens to country music I’m sorry
Also she runs a horse ranch, do not ask me why
Borte
Football (or “soccer” as some of you weirdos call it) coach but working to become a movie critic
“Borte, you can just write it slaps and hit post.” “Watch me Sartaq!”
Is actually a great coach
Perfect balance between supportive and stern
Has a pet falcon that her cousin, Sartaq, gave her
Like I mentioned previously: loves horror movies
But unlike Ansel she’ll scream at every jump-scare 
Scream, laugh, continue watching, rinse and repeat
Sagittarius babe!
Yet another Bi qween
Unfortunantley for her, this absolute douche bag (Yeran) works as the coach to her rival team so every time they play shit hits the fan
She’s actually known Yeran since she was a baby
Classic case of “our mothers were friends so we had to interact”
Then they went to different colleges before they reunited as adults on opposing football teams
“Oh no he’s hot!”
Elide
Alright so this bitch is a gemini
She can switch between lies roles like no other
Theatre kid and horse girl, a double threat
Had the lead villain role in almost every school play growing up
(She did that on purpose to make potential bullies fear her)
(It didn’t work)
Likes to ride at Ansel’s ranch so they bond over that
Childhood friends with Aelin
But unfortunantley they did not go to the same school
Sex? On this good Christian Sunday? I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch
She will swear tho
I can really picture her as an investigative journalist
She’s one of the best writers at the paper 
She can always tell whenever there’s a story and can easily manipulate people to get answers without them suspecting a thing
That’s actually how she met Manon (but that’s for later)
Hasar
Another Taurus! uh oh
Can be heard blasting Rico Nasty from ten miles away.
You see a gold ferrari drive by with the lyrics “Thank God I ain’t have to smack a bitch today!” being screamed out from inside? Yeah that’s her
A gay who can drive but can’t cook (I mean that’s what Renia is for but whatever)
Princess of a wealthy foreign country
One day she was walking through her the hotel lobby, when Renia (who was working as a waitress) accidentally bumped into her and spilled all of her coffee on the princess, to which she apologised profusely
After six seconds of gay panic Hasar smoothly told her it was no problem and said that she could repay her by letting her take her out for dinner
Long story short they’ve been together ever since
Writes to Rihanna everyday asking to be her girlfriend
She hasn’t answered yet but she thinks she’s making progress
Renia doesn’t mind
Nesryn
She has a reputation as a hardass but anyone who knows her knows that she’s a big softie and one of the funniest people ever
Aquarius
She’s a hacker. Why? Because I said so
Ballet but shhh it’s a secret she has a reputation after all
That’s actually where she met Aelin
Nesryn was chewing out one of the creeps that was there to watch the little girls and just like that Aelin was in love
Also a bicon
Will kick everyone’s ass on kareoke night
She has this game with her best friend Borte, where they’ll sneakily pics of hot people they see and send them to eachother 
(One time Nesryn sent her a pic of this absolute snack in suit + man bun that she keeps seeing on the subway and Borte didn’t think to tell her that the snack is her cousin Sartaq until after she introduced them to eachother at one of her matches)
Borte: hey Sartaq what do you think of this girl? *sends pic of Nesryn*
Sartaq: Beautiful, but what does she have to do with Duva’s wedding next month?
Borte: I’m trying to set you up dumbass
Works in her parents bakery but homes to move up from that and find a job that allows her to change the world for the better (little did she FUCKING KNOW she would marry royalty)
Started dating Chaol as a joke until he got super clingy
Manon
I headcanon that all the witches work in a law firm that was founded by the three matrons
They don’t really care about if their defendant is innocent or not, so long as they win and get paid
Manon is THE BEST lawyer at the firm
She’s cold and emotionless and gives zero fucks about everyone apart from her cousin Asterin and ball python Abraxos
But then ONE DAY
She’s walking into her office to get some files when she sees a cleaning lady in there looking through her papers
Needless to say Manon was pissed and immediatley started interrogating her
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!”
After overcomming the initial shock the seized her body, Elide snapped back
“What the fuck are you doing defending a known murderer?!”
Manon.exe has stopped working
No one had ever really questioned her before or told her that what she’s doing is wrong so she was shocked
After several months she and twelve other coworkers left to form their own law firm (soon many other of their former coworkers joined them)
She and Elide moved in together shortly after
Also she’s a Scorpio lol
Asterin
Aries demon
Also a lawyer but she was a bit more sceptical of what they were doing before she left with Manon
At the office it’s all buisness suits and formal shit
But as soon as she clocks out? Combat boots and motorcyles baby!
She actually has a collection of motorbikes, it’s honestly an addiction
Has a tongue piercing but takes it out everytime she has a trial
Has an absolute shit load of tattoos and no Manon, it’s not just because the tattoo artist is hot!
I mean it totally is tho but that’s not the point
She has a matching tattoo with anyone who wants one
With Aelin she has a flame
With Manon she has a purple flower
With Lysandra she has blood dripping from fangs
Etc.
They’re always well hidden tho when she’s at work
Favourite movie is How To Train Your Dragon and that’s that on that
She tries to watch them with her cousin but Manon hates all movies
Nehemia
Most likely to be a politician
After growing up as the child of a colonised country she decided to do her best to help her people and those like her
She’s actually super nice for a Virgo
Does a lot of volunteer work which is amazing but she needs to take a break
Met her wife Sorscha when she was doing community work at the hospital after she tried to hide in the supply closet to get away from the stress
Met Aelin at college since they were both English majors
Is always the best dressed no matter what!
You wake up, flawless
Post up, flawless
Ridin' round in it, flawless
Flossin on that, flawless
Has an Instagram but does not know how to use it
Every so often she’ll post a pic of herself and her wife at a charity event and then dips for a month lol
She absolutley loves afternoon tea! Never misses it ever!
Sorscha
The mom friend
So obviously she’s a Cancer
Unlike her wife, she’s great at Instagram and has a huge following
Mostly posts cute selfies and her own watercolour paintings
That’s right, she paints
She especially loves to paint the sunrise in the morning
She used to be a nurse but now she’s a trophy wife
Kidding, but she actually helps Nehemia a lot and contributes greatly to her wife’s work
Is also a master cook
Her mother taught her everything she knows and let me tell you she puts those skills to use
She’s also a massive cat mom and buys them all luxury items whenever she can
God I can just imagine her and Nehemia doing eachother’s hair while listening to Billie Holiday!!!
Yrene
One of the best neurosurgeons in the world hands down!
She has saved so many lives it’s unreal
LOVES spicy food
Like you wouldn’t believe how strong she likes her food
Hates cheese tho
Can not stand any type of cheese
Her apartment is large but very minimalistic interior design wise
Rewatches Marie Kondo whenever she can
That’s where she got her inspiration from
Her best friend is Elide
Also a Virgo but has a Gemini moon
They’ll often go ride at Ansel’s ranch together whenever they both have free time
Wrote an autobiography and it gat super famous
Always has dinner with her mum on Sunday, always
Lysandra
Pisces queen so you can guarentee that she is all over the place
She works as a very famous food and wine critic, so she often travels all over the country, sometimes even the world, for her job
She knows all the best places to eat
But her favourite place is still the Faliq Bakery
Cat loverrrr so her and Sorscha get along great
Her and Aelin went to school together but were often eachother’s rivals since they were both fighting for attention of one of the teachers
(he turned out to be a predator but oh well)
Years later they meet again by chance and have a chance to catch up without all the childhood animosity
Then they overcome their shared trauma together! :D
Then they kiss Then they become bestfriends
The absolute queen of getting people presents, like you could not beat her even once
Kaltain
Two words: fashion designer
Works on the same magazine as Aelin
They don’t love each other and they always will. No they do. Don’t. Yes <3
A Capricorn but she 100% has a Scorpio rising, I can feel it.
Also loves horror movies but only the “high brow” or “academy worthy” ones so it’s rare that she’ll watch them with Ansel and Borte
Wine expert
She used to be a sugar baby but she didn’t like any of the clothes that they bought her so she started designing her own
She spray tans Ariana Grande style I’m sorry
Men often talk to her, shitting on other girls, because the mistake her as a Pick Me. She really hates that
She slept with Ansel. Once. No I will not elaborate
She’s always invited to the Met Gala, year after year without fail
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