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bibuck-saved-me · 2 months

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Any 911 s7 ideas -things you think might or you would like to have happen- ?

honestly… i’m awful at guessing these sort of things. it’s been like forever since i’ve been watching a show as it’s being released (i lived in a house with someone that was very controlling about what we watched so i missed a solid 5 years or so of tv shows being released) so this is an interesting experience

honestly i get nervous about making predictions because i worry about getting my hopes up. i’m really really hoping that no matter what happens, abc does a good job handling the characters and storylines because sometimes when shows move from one broadcast channel to another it can get dicey.

i’m curious to see where they go with hen and karen and the new baby, and what hen is doing when it comes to medical school. also in general i just want more karen. always. she means so much to me you don’t understand.

i’m curious to see how abc handles the cruise ship situation, and whether it’s going to be a trauma that is thoroughly discussed or if it’s gonna be another tsunami scenario. and i want a good dramatic reunion scene between bobby and athena. i want to cry so much abc please make me cry but don’t kill them

some flashbacks to the tsunami episodes specifically for buck and eddie and christ would be great also but i don’t expect much

I WANT MORE CHRIS!!! i want to see pre-teen/early teen chris. i love him so much and i think it will be really interesting to see where they take his character now that he’s reaching an age where kids start to fully explore who they are. you reach a different level of consciousness and the early roots of your childhood form into deeper roots and personality traits and also just. teenage angst. anyway. chris diaz superiority forever and always

speaking of superior characters please please please please more ravi character development more ravi scenes im begging im on my knees he has become so important to me and i wanna see him and get to know his history more because the little bits we’ve gotten are not enough MORE. RAVI. PLEASE.

i know a lot of people are hoping for canon buddie and obviously i would LOVE to see that!! but i am also nervous that if we do start to get canon buddie, they won’t do them justice. i do however want more buddie content regardless of whether they acknowledge the romantic implications of their relationship. but also….

pls just kiss each other for gods sake. PLEASE.

also what are they gonna do with natalia and marisol because [redacted]

even if they don’t make buddie canon, i would really like to see gay!eddie become official. because that man is so queer coded, buddie or otherwise. good lord.

(also bi!buck but we know how television is with bisexual representation 😬)

and can i just say:

what the fuck is going on with the basketball shit

i have zero idea what is happening there

also i want to see madney wedding stuff obviously, specifically would love to see buck helping with decorations and planning and being a little asshole.

and more jee cuz i love her so much. i work with toddlers so i get really really excited when we get scenes of her. i really hope we get more uncle buck content but we’ve only got 10 episodes to work with so i don’t have high hopes.

this is such a long answer sorry 😅

#911 spoilers #911 speculation #kinda?

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maygrcnt · 13 days

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I so appreciate the bucktaylor breakup scene but if I had to choose I’m an eddieana breakup scene girlie through and through. Everything about that scene from the setup (Eddie’s panic attacks at the thought of being with Ana as a family, not acknowledging her when she came to the station like I feel bad for her but it was just nwah) to the writing, the cinematography (so different in vibe and mood than theirs usual stuff), the choreography of their movements, the dialogue, the acting, just everything!!! That for me was the best chemistry they had together and the implications of Eddie’s dialogue and the way Ryan delivered it were just insane and totally convinced me of queer/gay Eddie. The way it starts with Eddie, ana, and Chris sitting at the table in a very mundane sort of way and Chris and Ana just doing this regular thing but you can see in Eddie’s face somethings not right and you can also tell Ana feels the tension but is choosing to ignore it and be in her perfect bubble and idk I just felt the tension just oozing through the screen and the moment eddie dropped the “maybe you should go home first” it was like okay okay this is getting intense. And then Ana pacing through the kitchen trying to overcompensate and clean and ignore and Eddie getting trying to get her to listen AH!! And the way at the end she was trying to embrace Eddie but he was still so stiff in their last moments together Eddie just could not give into her touch or even let her easily touch him …. Ryan also has a very pretty sad/in pain face so yeah that was also a good perk but it was just so good and something I didn’t expect at all because their relationship felt very empty and underdeveloped so I thought their breakup would be fairly swift and quick. that’s another reason I just feel the queer/gay energy was often the charts because there was no reason their breakup needed to be the way it was with the kind of build it had (the breakup build up was more intense than the relationship build up itself). but it was just so pivotal for me in Eddie’s story and you could tell it wasn’t really about the relationship ending or Ana and Eddie it was really about Eddie (that’s also why I absolutely hate the Marisol stuff because it feels very unlike Eddie even if he is still repressed it’s just no him)

no i understand this so much because eddieana breakup is genuinley art and probably the most real and raw exploration of eddies character this show has ever done. all that to say, bucktaylor breakup is just funny and i love unintentionally funny scenes. like we start with buck PERCHED on the stairs like fucking batman, scary as HELL. and then buck is breaking up with HER as if HE wasnt the one who just cheated like taylor girl stand up im begging you. and then ending on, what i believe to be just as good of a like as maybe you should go home first: "a clean slate" "just not together" (off topic but did anyone else get flashbacks to this line durring the eddie marisol moving out scene?) its so funny but i also love it in a sincere way. it would be a lot more impactful if everything buck said wasnt imediately negated by his subsequent relationship but whatever.

#sorry for yapping im tired

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hopeshoodie · 3 years

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hi! what would the s2 lis be like when meeting mc's parents?

Arjun

Of all the LIs, I’d personally be most comfortable with Arjun and Noah meeting the parents, and I think Arjun would be better. Arjun’s a natural conversationalist, he knows where reasonable boundaries are and can sus out the touchy subjects based on people’s reactions. He would be extremely respectful and polite, but not in that stilted ‘I am uncomfortable’ way. He’s super comfortable jumping into discussions and just kind of makes himself at home. The most awkward he would get would be going in for a hug and then drawing back when he realizes MC’s dad wants a handshake.

Bobby

We know that Bobby gets really performative when he’s uncomfortable. And meeting MC’s parents is going to be very uncomfortable for him. First of all, he’s going to REFUSE to touch MC or even really acknowledge that they’re romantically involved. For some reason, having eyes of authority figures on him or too much attention turns his relationship from “future wife” to “my goofy bestie”. He’s going to go out of his way to be extra jokey and goofy, and the more people are unamused by him the harder he’s going to try to get people to laugh. I feel like that escalates from him making self-deprecating jokes that no one laughs at to him doing actual physical comedy like pretending to slip or drop things, all while MC buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. He’s also going to be super eager to serve- jumping up when the dishes need to be done, sticking his head in the kitchen and insisting he help cook (even if everyone else is in the living room), insisting he go out in the rain/snow to warm up other people’s cars if they’re planning on leaving soon. Like just generally doing Too Much and then when they leave he just deflates into a ball of shame and self-consciousness.

Carl

He’d be very polite, giving everyone a handshake and a smile, but he’s very very uncomfortable. No matter how welcoming or lovely MC’s family are, they’re still… New people, in a new place, a change in his routine. He’s going to be rather quiet (per usual) and only participate in conversation if he’s prompted to or if someone directs a question to him. MC is going to have to steer the conversation towards him a lot, like “Carl’s actually working on developing an app similar to that, right babe? Tell us about it!” If it’s a big family event like a reunion, Carl’s going to find the one (1) cool cousin and chill in the corner with them.

Elisa

I feel like she would be really out of sorts because she’s so used to using her clout and beauty to instantly charm people and others being taken aback by her bubbliness and hotness, but that’s not really a thing to MC’s parents/family. Like, she’s never been ‘someone else’s girlfriend’ because she’s always framed herself as the main character (and not gotten close enough to her partners to even out the scales in her mind). But suddenly she’s thrust into this really casual setting where no one knows or particularly cares about her status, and it’s jarring. She definitely shows up overdressed in something a little too revealing or edgy, and it takes her more than five dinners with MC’s family to really drop all pretense and be genuine with everyone.

Felix

He’s turning up his jokiness and argumentativeness to a 10 as a defense mechanism for feeling out of place, just like Bobby. Unlike Bobby, he gets discouraged when it doesn’t work and slowly lapses into silent pouting as more and more jokes flop or he gets corrected. It takes a little reassurance from MC, but with time his sweeter side comes out and MC’s parents walk away thinking “what a nice boy”.

Gary

I try not to have many thoughts about Gary, but I bet he’d either not want to meet the parents and be really dodgy if MC insists or be overfamiliar with them right off the bat, depending how into MC he is. If he’s hopelessly into MC, he’s going to be hugging everyone on first meeting, maybe call her mother ‘mom’ in that uncomfortable way that overconfident men do.

Henrik

Henrik’s probably the second best in this scenario because he’s so laid back, and he matches other people’s energy easily. He’ll just seamlessly fold into conversations, and laugh for the right amount of time at MC’s dad’s jokes. Henrik has that really warm, reassuring, kind presence that makes everyone feel at home and he’s used to being in big family units, so I think everyone would just be happy to have him around, regardless of how well they know him.

Rahim

My precious. Love of my life. He is so, so bad at meeting MC’s parents for the first time. First of all, he’s touching MC an uncomfortable amount. He’s pulling out her chair and guiding her into it before pushing it in, his hand’s on her knee, he’s holding her hand above the table, his arm is around her shoulders, his hand rests on her lower back. Super romantic, but like oh my GOD please do it in moderation and not in from of her parents omllll. He’s going to revert back to that awkward ‘I don’t really talk and if I do I’m going to stammer over my words and get really flustered when making a point’ thing. He shakes MC’s dad’s hand a little too hard and comes across as really high strung.

Kassam

I don’t think MC’s parents will like him at first because he comes off very disdainful. He doesn’t mean to, he just struggles to create topics of conversation that include mutual interest, and doesn’t really feign interest when her family is talking. He doesn’t particularly like little kids, so if MC has a niece or nephew he’s probably going to grimace when their pick their nose/get burped and throw up/make a mess of their food/say something weird. He thinks he’s being polite by declining to ramble about his own interests, but it comes across as him being rude because when you ask him a question he answers with 1-3 words.

Lucas

I would let my daughter or son marry Lucas, that’s how good he is at meeting MC’s family. He comes across so gentlemanly, worldly, refined, and confident. He’s making all the right moves to a traditionally minded parent (holding doors open, covering the check, fetching her coat, having perfect etiquette), he speaks eloquently and in turn, he asks questions and genuinely listens to the answers. He just seems like a perfect man. Until you know him too well or get too many beers in him, but he’s careful not to let that happen.

Marisol

If I brought Marisol home to my parents, I can picture them nodding and then saying “she seems very… Nice… But you know. A lot.” Marisol doesn’t know how to temper her own argumentativeness or assertiveness, and she has opinions on everything. So if MC’s family member says they recently saw a movie, she’ll go off on this rant about problematic themes within the movie for five minutes, not realizing that she’s putting everyone off of her. She tends to dominate the conversation and talk about her accomplishments with a bit more pride than it tasteful. But the way she looks at MC, with all the admiration and softness in the world, almost makes it worth it.

Noah

He’d be awesome meeting the parents, but even more awesome meeting the cousins/nieces/nephews. The more people there the more comfortable Noah is, because less attention is directly solely on him. But it’s very clear to everyone in the room the immense amount of respect and adoration he has for MC, and he’s extremely polite and agreeable. They probably assume he’s a bit bland upon the first few meetings, and maybe Noah doesn’t do much outside of a few well timed jokes to show them otherwise.

#final trash dump

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dancedance-resolution · 3 years

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andi mack friendom, are you interested in some more thoughts about my andi mack / american girl crossover (which is actually just a thinly veiled info dump about american girl history and drama)? if so, you're in the right place!

the andi / buffy / cyrus doll set i designed would be a contemporary line.

CONTEXT (forewarning, this is basically just an ag info dump about the 2017 contemporary line) (also, tagging @kirstensleepey because i think this write up might be useful for the ag project you're working on <3):

so in 2017, american girl did a brand new thing. they released 3 dolls who were contemporary characters but not girls of the year. (prior to these dolls' release, which are called "the contemporary line" by the ag fandom, the only categories of ag dolls were historicals, girls of the year, and just like yous.)

the contemporary line was controversial for many reasons.

first, we have our main character, tenney grant. (tenney is basically taylor swift as a doll, if taylor were uncool and a r*publican lol.)

one of the reasons why tenney is so controversial is that she overshadowed the girl of the year (henceforth abbreviated as goty) 2017, gabriella mcbride.

tenney was released only one month after gabriella's release. ag's social media gave much more focus to tenney than gabriella. upon tenney's release, gabriella's store displays were downsized (which is unheard of for a goty). tenney even had a larger collection than gabriella!

why are we mad about tenney overshadowing gabriella? well, gabriella was ag's first (and as of 2021, ONLY) black goty. also, gabriella was ag's first doll to have an explicity confirmed disability - her stutter.

BRIEF INTERMESSION - SOME STATISTICS ABOUT DIVERSITY IN CHARACTER DOLLS:

only 7 out of the 22 total historical characters have been dolls of color. only 3 out of 22 historicals have been black (one of which is now retired). only 2 out of 22 have been aapi (one of these dolls, ivy, was just a best friend doll and is now retired; and the other doll, nanea, has a problematic face mold. i wrote an essay about why her facemold is problematic here!). only 1 historical doll, josefina, is hispanic, and ag has actually misspelled her name as "josephina" on their social media before.

only 1 doll EVER has been native american, kaya'aton'my, who is a historical character from 1764. (not even any of the just like you dolls have had kaya's face mold! kaya is truly the only indigenous doll!) in fact, ag has had more colonizer characters than indigenous characters. felicity and elizabeth are white character dolls from 1776, and their books fail to address the issues surrounding colonization and treatment of native americans. and kirsten is a swedeish immigrant to wisconsin in 1854. her book does acknowledge the existence of native americans, and kirsten has an indigenous friend named singing bird. (i haven't read kirsten's books and i'm not indigenous, so i can't comment on this storyline.) ag actually had a controversy about kirsten just this year - in 2021, the t-shirt design for kirsten said "settlers gonna settle", and ag actually ended up changing the design to "cabin sweet cabin" after backlash.

moving on to the girl of the year line - out of 21 goty dolls, gabriella is the ONLY black goty. only 6 out of 21 gotys have been dolls of color. there have been 2 hispanic characters (luciana, who is generally regarded as an excellent doll; and marisol, who is controversial because her book talks about how her family moved from pilsen chicago - a real area of chicago that is home to many hispanic immigrants - to a white suburb due to crime. this storyline involves racist stereotypes.) also, goty 2016 lea clark (slightly tan skin, blonde hair, light green eyes) is 1/8th brazilian, and some brazilian ag fans consider the emphasis on lea being 1/8th brazilian racial feticization. next, there have been 3 aapi gotys. one of these dolls, sonali, was one of two best friend dolls for chrissa (goty 2009) - yep, you heard that right, yet another doll of color that is a side character! sonali is the bully in chrissa's books, but she gets a redemption arc. to this day, sonali is ag's only south asian character doll. [additionally, there has been some criticism that all of the aapi gotys are mixed race - jess mcconell (goty 2006) has a japanese mother and an irish/scottish father, kanani akina (goty 2011) has a french/german mother and a japanese/hawaiian father, and sonali matthews has an indian mother and a father of unknown race/ethincity. perhaps notably, the only aapi historical doll who is not currently retired (nanea) is also mixed race (hawaiian mother and scottish father).]

as for the disability thing i mentioned - ag also has a disappointing track record regarding disability representation, lol. it was very lightly implied that mckenna (goty 2012) had a learning disability, but that was never confirmed. mckenna's tutor, who used a wheelchair, was ag's first big disability rep, but she was just a side character in mckenna's story. then, many ag fans were disappointed when mary ellen, a historical character released in 2015, was able-bodied (in canon, she had polio as a child, so it would make sense for mary ellen to be disabled and use mobility aids). finally, in 2020, goty joss gave us some disability rep - she has a hearing aid.

ag's lack of disability rep is very frustrating, especially considering that doll companies, like our generation, have made some really cool disabled dolls. and ag has been doing this ad campaign with the paralympics that feels performative to me - like, they want to seem inclusive by featuring dolls with prostetic legs, but they don't even sell dolls like that!!!

lastly, religious diversity - iirc, there are three jewish dolls (rebecca, goty 2001/2002 lindsey, and goty 2009 chrissa). the rest of the dolls are either christian or of unspecified religion. there has never been an explicitly muslim, hindu, or buddhist doll, or a doll who is a member of any religion other than judaism/christianity/unspecified. (there is some hope that we might get a muslim doll, though, since an outfit with a hijab was leaked, and ag trademarked a persian name that i can't recall off the top of the head at my moment. but take these with a grain of salt - ag trademarks a ton of stuff that they don't use, and the leak could be false or just a truly me outfit.)

END OF INTERMISSION - BACK TO THE TENNEY/GABRIELLA CONTROVERSY:

so, we get our first black goty, and she's being totally overshadowed by tenney.

here's where a conspiracy comes in:

we can track when ag trademarks their character names. goty names are usually trademarked early in the year prior to their release (by may). but gabriella mcbride wasn't trademarked until october, iirc.

and gabriella is a very underdeveloped character in comparison to most gotys. one of her main hobbies - dancing - was the same main hobby as both marisol (goty 2005) and isabelle (goty 2014). her store displays were underemphasized in comparison to tenney's, as i mentioned before. she was the first goty who didn't get a movie in six years (since kanani, goty 2011). and gabriella didn't even have a big ticket accessory item available until summer!

so, we get our first black goty, and she's underdeveloped, underemphasized, seems to have been rushed (due to her trademark date), and overshadowed by tenney just one month after her release. why is that?

well, some people think that tenney was actually supposed to be goty 2017! (i agree)

tenney was trademarked earlier, had more development, had a bigger collection, etc. we think that tenney was supposed to be goty 2017, but ag decided to do a doll of color (gabriella) at the last minute. (keep in mind the climate of 2015/2016 - ag probably wanted some clout for doing a black goty, and they also probably heard the ag fandom's demands for more dolls of color.)

so that's tenney.

next we have logan everett. logan was ag's first boy character doll. i'm glad that ag had a boy character doll, but logan kinda missed the mark for me. the main source of controversy surrounding logan is his face mold: he, a white boy, uses the kaya face mold. !! it kinda felt like a slap in the face to many indigenous ag fans - kaya is literally The Only Doll with the kaya face mold, and when we finally get another doll with her face mold, he's not even indigenous.

lastly, we have z yang my beloved <3. z yang was done dirty - she is yet another doll of color who is a mere side character, and also, she was available for only a total of 20 months before being retired!

so, that's everything i have to say about the 2017 contemporary line.

now i'm going to talk about the 2021 contemporary line :3

so, it's summer 2020. the black lives matter is becoming more mainstream. brands are now getting clout for appearing "woke."

so, admist this climate, ag is (as always) facing demands from its fandom/collectors to diversify its doll line. so they announce that they're going to be doing a new contemporary line, to be released in "the second half of 2021"!!!! and they promise that the contemporary line will have a black lead character

fast forward to modern day. thanks to ag's trademarks, we can safely assume that the new contemporary line will be called "world by us." we can safely assume that the line will have 3 characters. the 3 characters all live in washington dc and are best friends :) we can safely assume that the characters will be maritza ochoa, evette peeters, and makena williams. i talked about makena and maritza on that ask regrettable-username sent me about my andi mack/ag headcanons! personally, i'm excited for world by us, and i think it has a lot of potential!

alright sawyer, that's the end of the ag info dump fhjhdhfskf.

now for my andi mack friends:

i think the andi/buffy/cyrus line would be structured similar to world by us: andi is the main character, and buffy and cyrus are her best friend dolls :) all 3 dolls would be released at the same time. andi would have 3 books that have buffy and cyrus as side characters, and buffy and cyrus would have one book each.

the big ticket item for this collection would be andi's andi shack. i'm imagining its design sort of like kira's tent mixed with lanie's camper mixed with blaire's farm. andi the walls of andi shack would open up so that when it's fully opened, the four walls are on an even plane with the back wall and extended out like wings. you remove the roof before opening up the walls. the shack is tall enough that the doll can comfortably stand up even with the roof still attached, and wide enough that all three dolls (andi, buffy, and cyrus) can comfortably stand next to each other inside of andi shack.

andi shack would come with a ton of craft supplies inside of it. it would also come with a little flower box that has cece's african violets, like blaire's flower box. (thanks to regrettable-username for coming up with the african violets idea fdjfsj.)

alright i have to go now, so these are all my andi mack/ag thoughts for now, but i might be back later with more thoughts fhdfjs (hopefully not though, since typing this out took me over three hours [sweating emoji]).

sorry for any typos and sorry for how scatterbrained this is! also this may have some forgotten things/mildly incorrect things bc my only source is my brain (and a photo of all the dolls so i can count how many dolls for the statistics portion) and my brain is not the most reliable thing on earth lol.

#long post #american girl dolls #i feel kinda bad about putting this in the andi mack tag since it's mostly ag related; but it does include info about my andi mack/ag au #and the friendom has seemed to be really enjoying the andi mack/ag au (nostalgia i guess) so uhhh hopefully you guys will enjoy this? lol #andi mack

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another-lottie-simp · 3 years

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Hello! I'm going to post a series of crossover headcanons regarding LITG. That means picking one islander and placing it in another season. I'm accepting requests if anyone is interested to see their favourite islander in another season. The first one will be Talia. This post is dedicated to the awesome @bubblybabynailpolish and her awesome headcanons. Next one will Henrik in S1 babes <3

PD: I got carried a little but please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you see something that is phrased weirdly, just let me know.

Talia in S2:

If Talia was part of S2, I do think she would arrive on the 5th day along with Lurik. I can picture her being civil to Lucas because she’s not very much into his poshness and his attitude at all but she feels that she has no reason to be really mean to him, they just don’t have much in common but they would respect each other.

On the other hand, I see her having a platonic friendship with Henrik and even coupling up with him as friends if she doesn’t fancies anyone back in the Villa. If he’s the returning Lurik or he manages to make it to the final recoupling after CA after being rejected by MC and if she’s not in her route. He's just one of her closest friends in the Villa, there’s nothing sexual or romantic between them.

After MC and Priya, I feel that Talia is tied with Hope as one of the most attractive females in the Villa, which leads to certain “unwanted male attention” in her words, especially from Rocco which is a source of arguments and drama between her, Marisol and Lottie. Talia may be nice, chill and hating drama just like in S1, but she’s not going to be a doormat and will take no shit about Lottie’s rants about Girl Code or Marisol’s psychoanalysis. Much less she’s going to tolerate Rocco trying to graft on her.

She agrees with the idea of the girl code, but thinks that Lottie executed her ideas poorly. Talia sees the good intentions in Lottie's idea of Girl Code but thinks that they could work better if she were less abrasive in her interactions with the other girls.

Regarding the rest of the boys and assuming she had seen certain events on telly like the kiss between Lottie and Gary or Rocco trying to graft with the rest of the girls behind Lottie/MC’s back, she would be cautious of both Rocco and Gary. I can see her vibing a lot with Bobby and even coupling up as friends if he’s not coupled with MC because of the jokes and the banter. Before ON, their friendship would be much like hers with Tim in S1. I don’t see her interacting much with Rahim because they have little in common and she's going to be straight up annoyed with him during the girls day drama later.

During the Most Dateable challenge, she’d be super happy to help Henrik and give him advice on how to apply lipstick correctly or help him to pick the color of the lipstick he’s going to wear. I can also see her helping Bobby to put on Priya's dress.

After Henrik (and Bobby before ON), I feel like she would love to hang out with Noah in the Villa, much to Hope’s chagrin because she will feel threatened by her beauty and her warm, approachable personality and they will clash for that. Talia and Noah would be talking a lot about their tastes in books and music while he braids her hair first but later about their experiences in the Villa and more serious chats. To Talia, her hair is something she cares a lot, but she would trust it only to Noah (and later to MC).

She certainly would not be a fan of his behaviour towards Hope and Priya/MC during the aftermath of ON but she wouldn’t judge him that harshly. Instead, she would offer him her honest opinion if he asks her. I don’t see her pursuing a romantic relationship with Noah for the same reasons she didn’t work with Jake in S1 as a couple but I can see her having an innocent, healthy male-female friendship with him, like hers with Jake in S1.

As for the girls, she has a crush on MC and they flirt a lot prior to CA if MC acknowledges that she’s bi in the beginning of the game. If MC is romantically interested in her, they would be able to couple up after CA, game wise.

If MC is straight or not really interested in Talia romantically, I can’t picture Talia going for Elisa because I feel like she is too high maintenance and extra for her and I don’t think she would have vibed much with Marisol either because she’s very calculating and unnecessarily childish for her liking after noticing that she's with Graham to try to make MC jealous. Instead, I can see Lottie secretly having a crush on Talia despite being openly mean to her when they first met when she was coupled up with Rocco.

Regarding the other girls, she would vibe the most with MC, Priya and Lottie after Roccogate drama ends, but like I said before not much with Hope and Marisol. This is something that really pains me to say, but I think she would be pretty much indifferent to Chelsea because they don't have much in common. Yeah, she might find Chelsea genuinely funny sometimes after the Ministry of Sound Party drama ends but they wouldn't be that close like she is with MC, Priya or Lottie.

She'd made sure that Bobby actually faced consequences after ON, because she never approved it when Bobby and Priya approached her to see if she was up to try to turn Noah’s head. She refuses quite offended, because her friendship with Noah is more important to her than some petty drama. Even if Priya is upset after Talia refuses to take part in ON, she understands why she refused. This will be the first source of drama between Bobby and Talia.

Like I said before, they'd be closer because I headcanon that Talia has literally the same ethnicity of Bobby (white British/Jamaican) and they would share a lot of things in common about Jamaican culture, besides she would also enjoy Bobby’s dumb jokes.

But that doesn't mean she would be pleased all the time with his behaviour. Bobby's attitude after ON is something she's not going to tolerate and she won’t hesitate to call out him especially if she's aware that he played a big part in ON, after he starts to play fool in the Ministry of Sound Party and later playing peacemaker with Marisol while Priya/MC is enduring the shitstorm alone during the aftermath of ON.

She's 👏🏾 not 👏🏾 here 👏🏾 for 👏🏾 the 👏🏾 peacemaking 👏🏾 bullshit 👏🏾. After Priya leaves the Villa, she pretty much ignores Bobby unless is really necessary to talk to him. Bobby’s part in Priya's dumping was the final straw between Bobby and Talia.

I think she would be closer to Priya because she'd appreciate Talia's carefree and non-judgemental personality. As for Lottie, they'd be closer after the Roccogate drama ends but they would start their friendship after she stands up for Lottie by calling out Gary for kissing her after Hannah left the Villa the same night when Chelsea entered the Villa throwing shade to Lottie.

From Hope, she would be quite disgusted with her behaviour after trying to put all the blame against MC/Priya after ON. She might understand why Hope is legitimately upset but she won’t allow her to insult only Priya/MC for making a pass/kissing Noah while ignoring Bobby’s part during ON.

At CA, the only guy that she remotely likes is Kassam after finding Elijah, Felix and Arjun annoying and not vibing much with Carl and Graham. She might find him interesting, but not enough to take him back to the Villa. If MC is in her route, she might acknowledge her crush on Talia during the CA days which is a source of more drama with Marisol, because she's going to be jealous of Talia.

During the girls day, she would try to reason with Shannon that Jo is not the only responsible for the kiss with Ibrahim, not because she likes Jo (in fact, she’s not a big fan of her attitude), it is mostly because she wants to have quality time with MC (or Lottie) without drama enjoying the beach and the drinks. Since her efforts trying to reason with Shannon are futile, she might sneak with MC or Lottie to the beach. She won’t be here for petty drama that doesn’t affect her directly.

When the baby challenge happened, Talia is an utter mess because she’s not used to taking care of babies and she’s quite creeped by the fake baby, but she would attempt to help MC to take care of it.

If Lottie gets dumped before the finale, our Aussie witch lady might regret not making a move on Talia if MC is not in her route. She mostly regrets it because due to her stubbornness trying to pursue something with Gary that she realizes now is not going to last much. She kinda regrets ignoring her feelings for her all this time, also for her fear of being rejected. When MC is not in her route their story is a literal enemies to friends to lovers but if MC is coupled with Talia, Lottie will back off and keep her feelings to herself. If Bobby is dumped before the finale, he might apologize properly to both MC and Talia for what he did in ON.

She makes it to finals but depending on who is coupled up with her, she might win with MC or end in third place if she coupled up with anyone else, she loses to MC and her LI if she didn't cheated with Elisa/RLurik and Nope who ends in second place.

Finally, overall I feel like she would vibe a lot with lighthearted guys who are not afraid to do silly things much like in S1 (in a friendly way) and guys that are being comfortable with their masculinity, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t call out things that are utter bullshit to her like Bobby’s involvement in ON. Talia is usually quite easy to talk, fair and she was hands down the kindest female character in S1, that was the main reason why I can picture her being closer to characters like Lottie, Priya or Noah, because she wouldn’t judge them of the things they do or if they want to talk to her something private, however, if they ask her opinion she will very blunt and she will stand for what she thinks is the correct thing to do.

As a LI, she would be super supportive of MC if she doesn’t want to be involved in petty drama or if the Villa is forcing her to be a people pleaser and she doesn't want to be. Also, if Talia sees that someone is giving MC shit for any reason, she will stand up for her. In this regard, she wouldn’t be far different than Lucas but overall she would be a very chill LI like Henrik because she would trust a lot in MC unless she cheats on her before the final recoupling.

That's it for know. Like I said I'm gonna post a series of crossover headcanons and requests are open!

#LITG #LITG S2 #LITG S1 #LITG Talia #LITG Crossovers #LITG Headcanons #Talia x MC #LITG Talia headcanons #I had so much fun with this!#requests open #LITG S1 x LITG S2 crossover

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ticklikeabomb · 4 years

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The Medusas - Part 2

Pairing : Mayans MC x Plus Size Reader ; Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Plus Size Reader (platonic)

Warnings : Language, Angst

Word Count : 2.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : This part should have been posted only after I wrote Part 3 but I had amazing news the past two days, so I decided to post the next part tonight :)

You sat at your usual favorite spot waiting for EZ to arrive. “What can I get you cariño?”, asked the waitress. “I’ll just get a glass of water for now, please.” “That is a good choice considering the weather today. Got to stay hydrated”, she said to which you chuckled and agreed. She brought you the glass and a plate of fresh fruits. You were about to protest since you didn’t order it but she shushed you. “Boss’s orders”, she commented and pointed at the counter. You followed her gaze and saw Martha lift her own glass. You walk up to her and thanked her with a kiss on the cheek. When Marisol couldn’t take care of you, Martha would be the one doing so. She walked out of the counter and sat beside you. “Waiting for EZ?”, she asked. “Yeah, he should be here any second”, you said while checking your watch. When you didn’t hear any comment from Martha you looked up, analyzing her expression. “What?”, you broke the silence. She shook her head, “Nothing, just wondering why you’re keeping your feelings from him.” “I…I’m not…We’re just friends and you know that.” She hummed and gave you the famous ‘you think you’re fooling me’ look.

“Plus, he has a girlfriend”, you blabbered quickly. Her eyes softened and a sad smile crossed her lips. “Don’t look at me like that. I knew what to expect from the beginning. I don’t want any pity, it will pass…eventually”, you tried to convince yourself more than her. “I only want the best for you, we all do”, she simply stated. You nodded in acknowledgement and saw her leave the booth, going back to work. Lost in the book you were reading, you finally decided to check your watch and realized an hour had passed. You texted EZ, asking where he was but received no reply. Worried you made your way down the street to the Carniceria Reyes. You saw Felipe and Angel behind the counter and smiled at his words. “You want a sandwich, then you got to know how to do it by yourself from scratch”, exclaimed Felipe. Angel’s whining was what made you laugh out loud. Both of them looked at you, not having realized someone entered the shop.

“Hey Princesa, how are you?”, joyfully exclaimed Angel while reaching out to you and engulfing you in a side hug. “I’m good Pollito. You?”, you said and laughed some more looking at his contorted face from the pet name. “I was before you called me ‘small chicken”, feigning he was hurt. His serious features faded hearing you laughing. They all loved your contagious laugh, an explosion of happiness filling the room. You closed the gap and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering “I know deep down you like it.” “Yeah, yeah”, he mouthed under his breath, starting his sandwich. You greeted Felipe and Marisol who joined the entry once hearing your voice. “I was wondering if you’d know where EZ is. We were supposed to meet an hour ago but he’s not responding to my texts and I’m worried something happened”, you say and notice their faces and posture change at your words.

Angel was looking at the bread in front of him while Felipe glanced at Marisol. “I’m sorry Y/N, we didn’t know he had something planned with you otherwise...” “I lend him the truck. He said he had to go to Emily’s. I wouldn’t if I knew he already had a compromise somewhere else”, explained Felipe. “Ohh”, you exclaimed, everything making more sense. He was with her. Everyone in the room felt unease and you cut your visit short. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to rat on him. I was just wondering why he missed it but it’s ok, it’s fine. I’m gonna go.” Marisol reached for your fingers and squeezed it. You tried to fight the emotion submerging you. “Have a nice evening and sorry again. Enjoy your sandwich Angel”, you said before leaving, the fresh air cooling your burning face off.

EZ arrived an hour later home, a huge smile plastered at his face. Once he entered the living room, he saw his parents and brother looking at him firmly. EZ recognized disappointment in his mother’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”, he asked confused. “Think brother. Didn’t you forget about something, someone?”, commented Angel annoyed. Thinking about his day, EZ didn’t seem to understand his brother’s words. “Weren’t you supposed to meet Y/N three hours ago?” He closed his eyes firmly, cursing under his breath. “Shit I totally forgot I planned something with her. I got so caught up on Emily and then my phone died.” Angel stood up, shaking his head and left the room not in the mood for any of it. He already knew what would happen. You would forgive him because that’s just how you are, their parents wouldn’t even give him some sort of speech and everything would go back as normal. “I’m gonna call her right now”, exclaimed EZ.

He called you but got no response. On your side, you just got off the shower, washing the day off when you grabbed your phone. You wanted to click on your favorite chill playlist when you saw the notifications on your phone. Several calls and texts, all from EZ. He profoundly apologized for having missed the meeting, promising that he would make it up to you. You shook your head before replying, “It’s ok but next time a head’s up that you won’t make it would be great!” He kept apologizing again and told you he would wait for you the next day after class. You only replied that you were tired and that you would talk more the next day. The following day went by like all the others: wake up, shower, breakfast, boring class after the others. When you exited, you heard a male voice call for you. You knew the sound of the voice by heart and smiled nonetheless your inner anger from the previous day.

He gave you a side hug and a kiss on your forehead, apologizing once more. “I told you it was forgiven now stop”, you whined in his embrace. He let out a chuckle and smiled brightly. He opened the truck’s door for you before taking place behind the wheel. “What’s the plan?”, you turned to him. “That’s a surprise”, he chuckled and drove out of the parking lot. He drove you on top of the hill, the breathtaking view of the city in display. “Wow”, you whispered in awe. He smiled and exclaimed, “I knew you would love it.” You spend the rest of the day with him, laughing, snaking, catching up. “I got accepted into Stanford”, he said and smiled when he saw your shocked expression transform into pride. You squeezed his bicep and manifested your happiness, “I’m so proud of you Ezekiel, you deserve it. You worked your ass off for this.”

After a while you decided to head back home. Dropping you off, you reached out to EZ and hugged him, congratulating him once more before getting out of the car. You didn’t see or heard from him the following weeks. Either he was busy which you understand since he had to start planning his moving to Stanford or he was busy spending time with Emily. On your side, you decided to spend your free time at the club or at Coco’s where Angel who would sometimes tag along.

“How’s your brother?”, you asked Angel once. He shook his head, unaware of his brother’s whereabouts. “I guess he’s fine. He spends most of his time with his girl now.” “Yeah, I noticed”, you scoffed. The annoyance that crossed your features wasn’t missed by the two men. They sensed that EZ’s relationship was affecting you even if you refused to admit it. Everyone at the club noticed the tension on your body. When your father confronted you about it, you lied telling him it was because of the exams. Truth to be told, you were jealous and you felt stupid about it. You only wanted his happiness but you knew that Emily had a bad influence on him. Besides the obvious jealousy, you were scared to lose your best friend, to grow apart and become strangers. Losing him was one of your biggest fear.

You made your way to the Carniceria in order to grab some meat for the club’s party tonight. You greeted Felipe and made small talk before your conversation was crashed by EZ’s voice coming from the back. “Yo Pop, do you have another apron some-…Oh hi Y/N”, his question cut short when he saw you. You nodded at him before turning to Felipe who excused himself. “I’ll leave you 5.” A strange silence filled the shop and you tried to break it the best you could. “How are you?”, you asked him. “I’m good and you?” “Fine” “Look I’m sorry I haven’t reached out so much, it’s just a lot going on lately”, he justified himself. You shook you head, “Don’t worry, you don’t need to apologize. I get it. Moving out and all can do that.” He cracked his neck before scratching it. “Yeah about that, I’m going to take a gap year.” You frowned in confusion. “What?” He stepped closer, his hands now on his pockets. “I talked with Em and she only has a year left. We’re planning on moving together and attend the same college, so in the meantime I’ll work here with Pop and earn some money, waiting until she graduates.” You were stunned, not believing what you were hearing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”, you turned to him. “Are you telling me that you’re fucking declining Stanford, put a hold on your future just for some girl?” He shook his head, starting to get irritated. “I’m not declining just postponing and why are you acting like this? She’s not just some girl.” “She’s toxic! You may not see it now because you love her but she is.” You saw his body tense and his eyes narrowing but you couldn’t stop yourself. “I’m not saying this to hurt you. I’m trying to protect you by opening your eyes before it’s too late. She will destroy you.”

“Y/N stop. Emily was right, she immediately saw it and told me. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I know you like me more than friends but I would never think you would go so far as trash talk the woman I love”, he exclaimed. You clenched your jaw, no need to back off from the affirmation. “It wasn’t on her to tell you that. If I didn’t, it was because I had my reasons.” He scoffed, “So you’re not denying it.” “No. I do love you but telling you doesn’t change anything and that’s not the issue here. The issue is you waiting for her, just like that”, you admitted.

You kept trying to convince him that he was doing a bad decision but he didn’t want to listen. “I’m old enough to make my own choices. I choose to wait for her. She didn’t impose it or herself compared to others.” “What is that supposed to mean?”, you asked, your blood boiling. “You know damn well what I mean. Our friendship was imposed to us because we were children, I didn’t choose it and then it was too late. I… I have a future planned out and I’m not sure anymore if I want you and that energy in it”, the words vomiting from his mouth. It’s only when the room got silent, that he acknowledged the nonsense he just told you. He regretted saying it the second it left his mouth and even more when he saw the sadness and hurt taking over your features.

“You’re willing to risk our friendship for her? Well what I thought was a friendship”, you whispered. “Y/N, I didn’t –“, he tried to take it back but it was too late. “As you wish”, you whispered still in shock before leaving the store. He took a deep breath and turned around, cleaning his tears with the back of his hand when he saw his parents gaze switch from him to the ground. Not taking it anymore, he reached the door and ran against Angel who was making his way inside. “Watch out! Pendejo”, cursed the older brother cleaning the soda of his shirt. “YO where you going?”, he shouted after EZ who disappeared around the corner.

Bishop was exiting the Templo when he saw you on couch, your blank gaze fixed on the opposed wall. “Everything alright querida?”, he asked concerned, taking a seat next to you. You didn’t hear him at first but turned your head when you felt a small pressure on your arm. You came across 4 worried Mayans, their eyes on you. You shook your head slightly, trying to chase away your thoughts. “Yeah”, you replied with a fake smile that didn’t go unnoticed to the men. Bishop’s eyes crossed his brothers in acknowledgment and stood up, giving you his hand. “Let’s head home.” Once home, your father reached out to you in a hug and asked once more what was wrong. “It’s nothing. EZ and I just had a fight it’s all. It will be fixed soon”, you said naively. “Do you want me to kick his ass?”, he said to which you shook your head and disengaged from his hug. “Don’t worry.” “I will always worry about you princesa. You’re my daughter and I love you”, he confessed. You knew he did but hearing him say it out loud was so rare that you plunged once more in his arms, silent tears sliding don your face. Quickly turning around and hiding your state from him, you told him you would change clothes and prepare dinner.

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laurelgavaris · 4 years

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who: laurel gavaris, her family and coven members what: her mother never died, but it didn’t mean it caused any changes in her father’s behavior; it just meant that laurel had someone that was able to see her and fuel that fire within herself earlier than laurel did by herself; it was all she needed for her father to finally acknowledge her worth and, perhaps, that was the worst gift in life she could’ve received, because instead of being able to run away from his power over her, she fed from it task: alternative universe inspiration song: here.

Laurel had her back against the wall focused on her phone screen when the door right next to her was opened, her light eyes found Emiliano’s as he smiled at his sister. He’s waiting for you in there, and you should know that he’s not in a best mood. Her brother’s words caused her to scoff. “Is he ever in a good mood, Nano?” That smile in her brother’s face was all she needed as a response before she knocked on the door out of respect and made her entrance. Her father had his gaze piercing through her, trying to read her every move; his attention only moving elsewhere when Marisol moved her hand on top of his. “Okay, I’m here. What is all of this about?”

Members from the coven fled to Nova Pangaea. I’m putting aside the incompetence in your actions and your brothers’ that were unable to notice any change in their actions, specially you... a witch with so much potential to find your way inside their minds, perceive their emotions. Laurel opened her mouth, but Anselmo instantly moved his hand, restraining her from trying to find excuses. I don’t need excuses, Laurel. I need actions. I can’t leave, I have a business to run and your mother’s helping Martin with his powers. I’ll keep Sebastian in here, but you and Emiliano will find a way to get inside of that country and make them understand why they should never mess with our family.

Laurel nodded at first, before she reached closer to his table. “I don’t need Emiliano, I can do this on my own.” He disagreed, which caused her to feel frustration. “Papá...” Mi hija, I know that you can. You’re powerful enough to take those who left us down, but we think there’s trouble ahead, and having someone else from the coven can be helpful, in case you need their magic... reasons why Sergio is also going with you two. She raised an eyebrow, uncertain of what exactly her father was talking about when he mentioned troubling times ahead. She watched as he turned to face Marisol, whom nodded at him; almost giving him permission to share something that, apparently, Laurel wasn’t aware of.

I have another son, Lala. And we think he was the one who helped them flee. The burst of laughter that exited from her body caused her to take a few steps around the room, because she was certain that that was a joke, but soon... soon, she noticed that she was the only one laughing. “You’re not joking. Oh.” He means nothing to me, as far as I’m concerned, he’s not my son and if he did this, then alongside with the rest of the coven, you can take him down. I told Emiliano that he should let you take him down.

She nodded. Laurel hadn’t done that before, she was trained to attack if needed, but she had never been in situation that demanded that from her. Her father used her to manipulate others, bring to surface memories that would let her father aware of people’s lies, changing someone’s memories so they’d forget about her family shenanigans. Still, she was ready. If her father needed her to, she was ready. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

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It wasn’t easy getting inside that country due to everything they offered. In fact, the idea of a safe haven caused Laurel to roll her eyes. There was no such thing. They were selling lies, something similar to the lies Laurel, her brother and Sergio offered when interviewed before getting inside the country. It was a good thing she had done a flawless job back in Guadalajara to keep clean records for everyone in the family and coven, perhaps it was so good that the former coven members didn’t have to make any effort to get in when they fled. But what was the point of going through all of that when now that she had her hand wrapped around one of those members’ throat. In fact, she actually felt bad that it had come to this.

“We always kept all of you safe, why betray us like that? You know that we’ll do everything for our family and protect our own. You were one of us.” Her light eyes rested over the person in front of her, watching as he’d weep, pledge for his life after being defeated by her brother during a fight. “Shame... now there’s no one in here to protect you from us, is it?” She pouted, kissing the top of his head before her free hand brushed against his forehead. “First, you’ll forget everyone you ever loved,” No, no, no, no, please Señorita Gavaris... I-

He didn’t have time to do so, she was already inside his mind, letting go of every thought that was deemed important, watching as tears would stream down his face, powerless. Drained of his magic by her brother. “And now, well... now I’ll allow Sergio to have his share of fun,” she moved her body up, passing by Sergio with a grin on her lips as she tapped his shoulder. “Make me proud, love.” She didn’t need to be part of the scenario to know what was going to happen. Besides, Laurel always allowed Sergio to decide for himself what he would like to do to others. In the end, they’d always reach the inevitable death anyway.

And then, she moved to the other room. Her eyes, finding Mateo tied to a chair. I can give him his powers back if you want this to be a fair fight. Emiliano stated to his sister, cleaning the blood from his hands with a piece of cloth that was once part of his shirt. I really loved this shirt, I’m actually disappointed it came to this. She rolled her eyes playfully. “Everything is always about you.” And it shouldn’t be?

“Give him his powers back, it won’t matter. He’s not a Gavaris, not really. He might not even be that poweful,” Emiliano nodded and she watched as her brother used her magic to give Mateo his powers back. And before he could do anything, she was already lifting her hand up. Dolore. She wanted him to feel pain, excruciating pain. She didn’t need to reach closer to him to inflict that kind of feeling in a man that was supposed to be her brother, all she needed was her powers. “Your existence made me seem weak to my father,” Inane. Alongside with pain, she wanted him to feel hollow. “You took from us people that were valuable to us and now all they had in return was death. Was it worth it?” You’re a monster, Laurel! All of you are monsters and I’m so glad I was never part of this family you’re so eager to protect. You’re just another pawn!

She wasn’t expecting those words, and in a way, somehow... It got to her. Maybe her father was right to say that she was weak. Because she could hurt them, but she was unable to murder them. It was easy to leave that action to everyone else. In fact, for a moment her eyes rested on Emiliano. He won’t know, Lala. “I should...” Emiliano reached closer, his hand resting on top of her shoulder. Go find, Sergio. I’ll finish this. She nodded, feeling weak, a coward; but still, she didn’t decline the idea. Emiliano was one of the siblings she was most closed to, and she knew she could trust him. Laurel left the room hearing screams, until she didn’t hear anything else.

She waited for Emiliano with Sergio at Mateo’s dining room, holding Sergio’s hand to have a sense of comfort, home, when her brother finally appeared. I called father, I told him we were able to go through the plan without much trouble. He’s proud, Lala. He really is. She shared a weak smile. Come on, let’s go home.

But home wasn’t a reality. Unaware of everything that happened in the city, they had one obstacle that they couldn’t predict. The Specula Noctis.

Laurel, Emiliano and Sergio didn’t have the chance of leaving the house, at least, not alive. At the glimpse of understanding what would happen when their eyes noticed a group of people comng to them, a thought crossed her mind once again: there was no such thing as safe haven. It was exemplified by the blood bath inside Mateo’s house. And another example was happening at that moment. A lie. They were all living a lie.

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0hmydekiru · 4 years

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A whole new world and Late Birthday Surprises

Gigi belongs to @melyaliz and this is a late birthday drabble (she is why they sing the song ngl lmao)

Adi, Marisol, Anani, and Dana belong to me.

The concept of a cotton candy taco is not mine, it is from a video i saw and tagged melyaliz in, in reference to Gigi.

Tagging: @coffee-randomness

Adi was late. She felt horrible that she had missed Gigi's birthday especially when Gigi, along with her other friends, always went out of their way to make Adi’s birthday special. She had been away on a mission but that was no excuse, at least in her own mind, for not planning in advance or at least calling even though Adi had ended up with a fractured rib from that mission.

Adi had gone with Marisol to shop the day before and seen a poster advertising the state fair. One of the listed venues had caught her eye and Adi had begged Marisol to take her to check it out, to see if it was actually true or if someone had made up a lie to bring in customers.

Marisol had agreed with mostly amusement which only increased when the advertisement was true. Adi had finally found something that would at least work as a birthday present though it would only be a night at the fair instead of a physical gift that Gigi might keep. Bringing Gigi to the fair might be the only part that was considered hard especially if Adi wanted to be sure Gigi was surprised.

Gigi sat on the couch in the mountain watching Bart attempt to show off at mario kart even as he was blue shelled by Jaime. Bart made an outraged sound as Jaime cheered making Gigi laugh as Jaime's kart crashed into the side of the road.

Adi floated over with a smile as Bart started cheering at Jaime crashing while Jaime groaned as the computer characters started to pass him. "Sorry to interrupt but i am here to borrow Gigi for a bit." Adi said gaining the attention of the three of them.

"Ohhh! What is happening? Are we going somewhere?" Gigi asked trying to pry purely because Adi looked so excited. Gigi stood to stand in front of Adi who mimed zipping her lips before grabbing Gigi's hand and gently pulling her from the room. They both bid the boys farewell for now and they were off.

They took the Zeta out before Adi turned back to face Gigi and ask "You trust me to fly us to the surprise, yes?" Adi knew that she wouldn't be able to hide the fair from Gigi but the particular venue was easily missed unless one knew where to look. Gigi's response of a smile, so bright and contagious it made Adi smile back, and an "Of course!" Caused Adi to pause for a second to rein in her emotions that were so touched by the lack of hesitation in Gigi's positive response. She was the only one to respond in that way.

Anani would agree immediately but that was out of knowledge that she could levitate herself and that Adi had more experience than most people, even Adi herself, knew. Marisol and the other members of the second team that Adi was apart of would agree but than ask questions as they normally only flew with her when there were missions. Jaime always paused in surprise, as if her desire for acknowledgement of his trust in her was unexpected though not an insult by any means, and as he listened to Khaji Da's deadpan comments. Most of their other friends tended to hesitate out of uncertainty, Adi was always considered even more of a ticking time bomb than Conner despite her seeming so innocent.

"Let's do it like a piggyback ride, that is the correct usage of that?" Adi asked and Gigi laughed nodding in agreement. They were quick to get situated before Adi was taking off with Gigi's arms around her neck. They flew over buildings, Gigi pointing out apartment windows that had tvs that were playing movies that she had seen or waving at the few children looking out their windows with wide eyes.

After pointing out one television that was playing a cartoon, Gigi started gently singing "I can show you the world. Shining, shimmering, splendid!" She started as they flew above the skyscrapers and could see the glittering of the city as they headed out toward where it was darker. They had a long way to get to the fair as there wasn't a Zeta connected there, as far as Adi knew.

"Tell me, princess! Now, when did you last let your heart decide?" Gigi continued and Adi was grinning despite herself. Things were rather complicated recently but Gigi was making everything feel not as bad. "I can open your eyes! Take you wonder by wonder!" Gigi continued as they could finally see all the stars lighting up the sky without the city lights.

"Over, sideways and under" Gigi said before laughing when Adi flew in that manner over and under rock formations. "On a magic carpet ride!" Gigi said and Adi snorted amused at being compared to a magic carpet.

"A whole new world! A new fantastic point of view" Gigi sang before pointing out the dark shapes that were the shadowy forms of bats flying. "No one to tell us, 'No'! Or where to go!Or say we're only dreaming!" Gigi continued holding out an arm and feeling the air move past them. The air was warm but thankfully not hot.

"A whole new world! A dazzling place I never knew, But when I'm way up here" Adi sang carefully as if unsure if she should sing too. "It's crystal clear, That now I'm in a whole new world with you!" Adi continued with Gigi singing the last line too before laughing with delight making Adi feel much better that Gigi wasn't mad at her for singing some lines. They were now able to see some lights from the nearing town and Adi was so excited.

"Unbelievable sights! Indescribable feeling!" Gigi sang loudly startling some birds as they flew by. "Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling! Through an endless diamond sky!" Gigi continued and pointed at the glittering sky above them. Adi silently promised herself that if her friends ever wanted, She would take them to see the stars in person.

"A whole new world!" Gigi sang as Adi flew upward with Gigi's cheering in her ears before zooming downwards making Gigi close her eyes against the wind hitting her face.

"Don't you dare close your eyes!" Adi sang with a laugh as they flew mere inches above a lake and Adi reached out a hand to ripple the water. Gigi opened her eyes and was faced with their reflections which looked to be having a lot of fun.

"A hundred thousand things to see!" Gigi sang as she stretched out a moment to pluck two flowers from a tree for them to wear later. Gigi was always telling Adi that she should wear more flowers which looked so pretty on her but Adi was still uncertain about it.

Adi’s reflection shows her expression going slightly mischievous as she sang "Hold your breath, it gets better!" Before they started descending and Gigi let out a small squeal. Gigi took a deep breath before they were submerged under the surface of the lake for a minute.

Once they came up, Adi was grinning even as Gigi laughed while scolding Adi for getting them soaked despite the wind that would have them drier soon. "I'm like a shooting star, I've come so far! I can't go back to where I used to be!" Gigi sang and both girls felt an understanding from that line that momentarily caused the atmosphere to be serious.

"With new horizons to pursue! I'll chase them anywhere" Adi sang with her mind on her idea to see if she could withstand going under the sea or into space with nothing to help her. "There's time to spare, Let me share this whole new world with you!" Adi continued as she gently spun them a few times so Gigi went upside down twice which made her giggle.

"A whole new world, That's where we'll be!" Gigi sang seeing the small dot of lights that went even into the sky a bit. Her curiosity was piqued and she was growing more excited as they flew. "A thrilling chase!" She added when Adi flew over a car, above a road which looked like a highway.

"a wondrous place!" Adi sang as they flew closer until Gigi could see so many lights that she could recognize was a fair. "For you and me!" They both sang together as Adi landed in a dark shadow nearby the entrance.

Gigi released her hold on Adi before squealing and hugging Adi. "your taking me to the fair?!?" Gigi asked almost unable to believe it. She couldn't remember when she had last been but probably before Adi had been around and she was so excited to share this experience with Adi.

"Your so excited and you haven't even seen the main part of the surprise!" Adi laughed beaming as she returned the hug before gently leading Gigi toward the entrance. Adi waved at the girl that was letting people in, Gigi was almost certian she was a friend of Adi's and she thought her name was Dana.

"There's more!?!" Gigi asked jumping a bit in excitement especially when Adi nodded. She looked around as Adi lead her through the fair to whatever the next surprise was. She figured that Adi wanted to show her first before they got to actually have fun at the fair.

"Here we are!" Adi said to Gigi before she held up two fingers to the guy behind the table. Gigi watched as he started making something, her eyes widening as she recognized cotton candy, ice cream, and so many other different treats being made into what faintly resembled a taco.

Gigi turned to Adi with an expression that was almost in awe as she spoke "This might just be the best thing ever and i haven't even tried it yet!" Gigi looked as if she was seconds from vibrating through the floor or somehow tapping into the speed force.

Adi beamed before she accepted the cotton candy from the vendor, handing one to Gigi, and leading her a bit away from the vendor so they both could try it. "Once we are done, we can do anything in the fair! So let's have fun! Happy late birthday, Gigi!" Adi said with a warm smile.

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everlastingdreams · 5 years

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Dex X Reader: Sugar Crush Chapter 24

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Notes: nope.

Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?

Chapter: 24/28

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !

Word Count: 1251 words

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He had only just left and you were already discreetly looking around the room trying to figure out a way to escape this place again. The room still looked the same as the day Daredevil had let you go free. The only way out of the bedroom was the door and the window. If you could get to the window unnoticed, you would be able to get on the lower roof. If you could find a way off of the roof then... The only thing you had to do then was cause a distraction to distract the guards. You focused on yourself, on your clothes, what could you use ?

You knew you would have to wait until dark for this to even work at all. Shaw had confiscated your phone, you only had one other thing on you. Your wristwatch. An idea popped in your head, it wasn't a very solid plan but you didn't really have another option.

So you waited until dark, and by the looks of it, that wouldn't be long.

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Ray and Dex both sat across the table from Ally. Dex hated this, hated how slow this was going. But driving around the city with no plan wasn't the best idea either. All he could do was hope that this kid knew something.

“I know this must be very hard on you, Ally. And I understand that you would rather be with your grandmother then here but-” Ray started.

“Did you find her ?” Ally sounded hopefull until she saw the look on Dex's face.

Dex swallowed hard, once again being reminded that he failed to keep you safe. That the danger had been right in front of him and he had missed it.

“What about my dad ?” Ally asked as she hugged her frame.

“He's still in the ICU, but he is stable. They are keeping him in a induced coma, he's not in any pain that way. It will help him heal faster.

Ally brought her head to her hands as she processed the info.

Dex was starting to believe that this kid's childhood wasn't that different from his own. No parents, or at least close to it. Clearly neglected. He could see why you would feel drawn to help her.

“We ran Reed in the system. It gave us an address but the place was abandoned.” he tried to talk in a soft voice, imitating Ray's tone even. Hoping it would be enough to get more information out of Ally. “(y/n) once mentioned a house where she lived with this guy. Did she ever share information with you about another house ? Anything at all ?”

Ally's head was starting to hurt as she tried to remember.

“She told me she lived in a mansion, maybe she lived there with him ?”

“A mansion ? Those were her words ?” new hope grew inside of him.

Ally's eyes lit up as a memory awoke in her “(y/n) told me about the view from the bedroom, she said that all she could see was a statue of a guy holding a flag.”

Dex eyes widened at the new information “Are you sure that is what she said ?”

“Nothing's wrong with my memory !” she looked back to Ray “I'm sure. A statue of a guy holding a flag.”

Ray gave a hopefull smile and looked over at Dex “Not many statues like that over here. And not many mansions with the view on one.”

Dex felt himself give a small smile as he was filled with new hope on finding you “You did well, kid.”

“Thanks fed.” she retorted with a smile.

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Ray and Dex's pace was fast as they walked to Hattley to fill her in on the new lead. "Tammy, we have a new lead on the case." "That's good. Fill in Detective Sergeant Mahoney at the police department, they are taking over the case." Special Agent Hattley brushed it off. Ray looked at her confused "What ? Why ? this is our case." "Not anymore, it's not a priority to the FBI." "Not a priority ?!" Dex almost snapped at her "How is a double homicide and an abduction not a priority ?!" Ray gave him a look that made it clear that he needed to stay calm before he turned his attention back to Hattley "With respect ma'am, Dex is right. And it is at least highly suspicious that this happened at the building where one of our agents lives. And the person missing is Dex's friend. On top of that the person who was identified as the killer was allowed to speak to Fisk a day before the killings, and if I remember correctly, you were the one that gave permission. Something's not right here." "Are you insinuating that I had knowledge of Reed's actions?" her tone was hard. "Was I supposed to know what this guy was hiding ? I did what I was ordered to do from my superiors. Careful, Ray." Hattley warned him. Dex glared at her in anger "So, we're just letting this guy of the hook, that it ? Guy walks in her like he goddamn owns the place, day after that he commits two murders, failed one and kidnaps (y/n). And you're telling me it's not our case anymore ?!"

“For all we know, she could have gone with him voluntarily.” Hattley countered.

He scoffed and turned away before he would do something he couldn't undo. He'd heard enough. "Dex !" He heard Ray call after him as he walked away. If they weren't going to do something, he would. He'd find you. Then he'd deal with Reed himself.

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Ally had heard the conversation between Ray, Hattley and Dex as she hid behind a corner. This Hattley-chick didn't want to be bothered with finding you. Her friend was missing and no one seemed to care apart from the special fed. Ally walked towards the bathroom, knowing that she would pass Agent Nadeem.

And when she was close enough she accidentally collided with him. As she had collided many times with people before when she got too hungry,

“Sorry.” she said shortly.

Ray barely acknowledged her, probably to deep in thought about the whole situation to be bothered by anything else.

She walked into the bathroom and checked the paper she had borrowed from Ray's pocket for a clue on where you could be. She felt like dancing on the spot when she saw an address written on it.

She put the paper in her pocket and used an empty bucket to reach the window in the bathroom before she opened it and climbed through.

While borrowing the paper, she had accidentally also borrowed some money from Ray. She held up her hand as she saw a cab approaching.

She was a girl with a plan.

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tessxomarie · 5 years

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Saving You - Part Sixteen

*It’s here! FINALLY AN UPDATE! This part has helped my creativity come back, and I cannot wait to continue writing Leah��s story. I hope this part satisfies all of you!*

It’s been two days since the death of Erik.

I’ve been at Kendra’s those two days as I’m starting to wind down from this emotional rollercoaster.

The morning after, I was still in disbelief that this whole ordeal even happened. But then that night, I had a nightmare that Erik wasn’t truly dead and that he had found me and attempted to hurt me again.

Angel has been by my side ever since…inside Kendra’s studio apartment…as Kendra has been working and then going to EZ’s.

I feel awful for intruding Kendra’s space, but I just don’t feel like going anywhere – to be honest, I still don’t feel safe.

“Babe, c’mon let’s go get some food. Get you outside for a little bit.” Angel suggests as he nudges my arm as he runs his hand through my hair.

I slowly open my eyes as all I’ve been doing is sleeping on and off.

I let out a moan from stretching, “Hi.” I say softly as I finally have both eyes open and feel semi-alert.

“There’s my Leah.” Angel says with a smile. “Food?” He asks.

I nod my head, “I could eat, I just don’t feel like going anywhere.” I admit.

Angel makes a face and starts to ponder what to do, “I can call Pop, we can go over there and get some food. It’s safe, and familiar, things you need right now.”

I sit up, and I run my hand through my mangled mess of hair. I give Angel a soft smile, he’s right – a meal at his Dad’s would be good for me, I need to get out and just get back into a routine.

“What do you say, babe? Pop’s for an early dinner?” He asks again while kissing my forehead.

Forehead kisses…still my favorite thing that he does.

I look into his eyes and run my free hand through his own mess of hair.

“I think that’s a great idea. You’re right, I need to get out and simply do something. I cannot be a hermit for the rest of my life, I couldn’t handle my own sass that long.” I say with a smirk, and Angel lets out a chuckle.

“Your sass would become your imaginary friend or something and then we’d all be ten times more fucked than usual.” Angel says partially joking, yet I can sense the seriousness.

I let out a playful scoff, “Are you trying to say that my sass is just too much for you, Mr. Tough Biker Man?”

Angel stands up from my bed, with his hands up like he’s been caught by the local sheriff.

“Are you trying to question my toughness, Aleeah?” He says in the most serious yet sexiest tones I’ve ever heard him speak in.

I slowly inch towards him as I move along Kendra’s bed.

I’m only wearing boyshort underwear and an oversized My Chemical Romance t-shirt I’ve had since eighth grade.

I’m on my knees on the bed, which puts me just two inches shy of being eye to eye with Angel.

“What if I am, Mr. Reyes? What are you going to do about that?” I ask seductively.

In that moment, in my mind I think to myself – what the fuck are you doing?! With everything I’ve had to endure the last few days, I’m fuckin’ coming on to Angel. How am I even feeling this way? Am I allowed to feel this way?

So many questions and thoughts flood my mind and before I can snap myself out of it…I feel Angel’s lips crash down on mine.

Our first real kiss, and it’s more intense and amazing than I could have ever envisioned.

I keep my lips on Angel’s for a few moments, I’m enjoying this kiss.

No tongue is even involved, but just this passion of our lips finally touching one another; it’s powerful.

I slowly break the kiss with my hands on Angel’s cheeks. His eyes slowly open, and for a quick moment I see panic flash across his face.

“Shit, Leah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You’ve been through a lot, and I just did that. Fuck. I wasn’t thinking.” He starts to ramble, and I grab his attention again by keeping my hands on his face and assert eye contact.

“Angel, you have nothing to be sorry about. I know timing seems weird right now, but…I think the timing of that kiss was perfect.” I tell him as I inch in just a little closer and I place my lips ever so slowly and gently on his.

He doesn’t resist, he embraces our second kiss and he moves his hands down to my waist.

It feels strange, only because it feels so right.

We both pull away at the same time, and I can see the softness in Angel’s eyes again.

“I know it’s only been two kisses, but I enjoy kissing you, Leah.” Angel tells me in a whisper.

I giggle like a middle schooler getting her first kiss.

“I enjoy kissing you too, even if you use my full name.” I say with a wink.

Angel licks his lips in a way that makes me want to just grab him and have us have an intense make-out session, but since I’m still in Kendra’s bed I think otherwise.

“I think I’ll use your full name for special occasions.” Angel tells me as he tucks a stray hand behind my ear, and I give him a soft smile as I have no arguments.

“I’ll get ready and then we can head to your dad’s. Give me like twenty minutes?”

“Works for me babe, gives me enough time to tell Pop he has incoming visitors.” Angel says with a chuckle.

I get out of Kendra’s bed and search for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, “Hey, why don’t you see if EZ and Kendra want to join? It would be nice if they could come too.” I suggest because I think the more company I have, the better I will be in the moment – I need to start living life as normal as possible.

“I’ll call little brother right now, babe.” Angel says acknowledging my request.

Approximately twenty minutes later, I am in deed ready to leave Kendra’s for the first time in a few days.

T-shirt and jean shorts, along with some converse; you can never go wrong with that combo. I opted to my hair up in a simple ponytail, and I feel a little bit more of myself.

I had a minor moment while doing my hair in the mirror and noticing the now smaller bandage on my wrist.

“Leah, babe you ready? EZ and Kendra said they’d make it there in a half hour.” I hear Angel shout from the living area as I finish up in the bathroom.

I’m still kinda out of it, how do I know? Well, to me it only seemed like a few seconds but apparently it was a few minutes because Angel came in to check on me.

“Leah? You alr-?’ He stops himself mid word when he sees me staring at my bandage.

I finally snap out of my daze and try to get it together.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just… I was just, I saw my wrist and I guess my mind ran away for a few.” I say somberly.

Before I know it, Angel is pulling me in close and kisses my forehead ever so gently while hugging me.

This hug, it feels as if Angel is trying with every ounce in him to take my pain away.

“My Leah, my Leah, my Leah – you’re okay now, yeah? I got you. I’m never going to let anything happen to you.” Angel assures me, and he seals his promise with yet another forehead kiss.

I look up at him and meet his eyes, he gives me a soft smile.

“Let’s get going, Pop can’t wait to see you.”

It takes us about fifteen minutes to get from Kendra’s to Felipe’s house.

I’ve never been to the Reyes house; it feels like I’m about to step on some holy ground in a sense.

Angel parks my Jeep curbside and we unbuckle.

“So, this was home, huh?” I ask as I admire the simplicity of the front of the house. It just looks like, home.Angel chuckles, “Yeah, this is where it all began.”

Angel exits the Jeep as he comes around and opens my door as I’m still taking this all in.

Home, I wonder what it was like for Angel and EZ.

They had Felipe and Marisol, two loving parents. Parents that gave a damn about their kids. Parents who loved their kids.

I can’t help but ponder if Briana ever loved me, did she ever truly have that mother/daughter connection with me? That thought leads me to start pondering if Jesse truly loves me too, what kind of father just leaves behind his child knowing their mother is spiraling?

Questions I don’t think I’ll ever have answers too.

“What’s that beautiful mind thinking about?” Angel asks as he waits for me to exit my car.

I shake my head to snap out of it, I truly do not want to have any other negative thoughts enter my mind.

“Umm, nothing.” I reply trying to shake it off nonchalantly.

“Pshhh, lies.” Angel retorts.

I stop in my tracks and give him a look, which he then makes a silly serious face which makes me smirk.

“You can’t make that face.” I tell him as I begin walking up the walkway.

He catches up to me and taps my shoulder, “And why not? Do you not like when I make you smile?”

I smirk again, and I can feel my cheeks blush. Fuck, this man. The things he does to me.

“I like that you make me smile.” I tell him and I stand on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his for a few seconds.

I caught him off guard, and his surprise face might be my new favorite.

“I was just thinking about how much love must have been in this home, how you grew up with parents who loved you and gave a damn.

I know there was that whole sibling rivalry thing, but that’s how growing up with siblings is, right? Regardless, this was home for you. I just can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever have that feeling.” I admit to Angel as we approach the front porch steps.

Angel wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my temple.

“One day, babe. One day. You’re going to get your happily ever.” He tells me as I turn my head to look up at him, in awe of him always knowing how to calm me down.

Just as I turn to look at him, he says two words that have etched their way into my heart.

“I promise.”

#Saving You #Part Sixteen #Leah Parker #Angel Reyes #Mayans MC #Mayans Fanfic #My Writing

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earth-ambassador-jim · 5 years

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Rules to Live By: Chapter 3

Axel’s Construction and Repair is the oldest and most successful construction company in Arcadia. People assume it is because of their excellent staff and attentive care of their employees. It isn’t. Those factors are important of course but the real reason they’ve lasted this long is the three rules everyone in the company abides by.

Fanfiction - AO3

Rule Number 1: If you see something strange do not acknowledge it or investigate.

“Come on! Ya have to have noticed something by now!”

Duke leans away as particles of John’s lunch spray from his mouth. His nose wrinkles in disgust.

“Please don’t speak with food in your mouth.”

Honestly! Duke’s five-year-old has better manners than this grown man.

John rolls his eyes but actually listens for once. He swallows his food, takes a big gulp of water, and slams his bottle down on the table with entirely too much force. Duke wonders why he’s eating with him. He usually eats with Marisol these days. She’s nice and they have a great time swapping pictures and stories about their kids.

“Seriously… am I the only one who notices how strange this place is?”

Right… That was why. Duke can practically feel the people at the surrounding tables listening in. He refrains from heaving a sigh.

“There is nothing strange in Arcadia. You should really quit that dumb conspiracy stuff. It’s bad for you. You might get involved with something dangerous.”

He emphasizes the last word hoping his coworker will get the message, but John, the absolute idiot, sprawls across the table with a dramatic sigh.

“Not you too! Is everyone here deaf and blind?”

No. They just knew how to mind their own business. Duke sighs and finishes his sandwich. He wipes his hands with his napkin as he stands up.

“It was nice talking with you,” He says because it’s polite.

“Yeah… yeah…” John waves him off. “See ya later.”

“…Good bye.”

Samson gives him a sympathetic look as he passes him on his way out. Duke tried. He really did.

It’s Friday morning and Duke has just finished putting his lunch in the mini-fridge when someone knocks at his office door.

“Come in.”

John enters and Duke immediately feels the hair on the back of his neck go up. Something is wrong.

Duke takes a seat behind his desk and puts on his Customer Service Smile. He straightens the picture of his daughters and folds his hands in front of him.

“What can I help you with?”

John puts on a guilty expression; brows furrowed and eyes averted.

“I’d like to put in my two weeks’ notice,” He says.

Duke stills for a moment. So that’s what this is…

Duke takes a slow breath, watching as the man across from him plays with his tie. He recognizes it. It’s crimson silk with a pleasant pattern of fleurs-de-lis across it. John’s girlfriend bought it for him last Valentine’s Day. It used to be his favorite but he hasn’t worn it since they broke up.

“So you’re quitting then,” Duke says carefully. “Any particular reason?”

The man sighs dramatically and rubs the back of his neck.

“I’m just so tired of this small town. It was close enough to L.A. that I thought it’d be great, but it turns out it’s just boring. I need more in my life. You know?”

He grins at Duke. It’s all teeth.

“I see.”

Duke opens a drawer and pulls out a couple forms. He gives them a quick scan and modifies a few lines before sliding them across the table.

“Well, it’s been nice knowing you. I’m going to need you to fill out these forms and then Jason and I will escort you to your cubicle to collect your things.”

The man cocks his head and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Right now? This is just my two weeks’ notice.”

“I know but per company policy you will have your last two weeks off. I think we started that practice so people wouldn’t mess with stuff once they didn’t have to worry about being fired.”

The man chuckles. “Makes sense.”

He signs the papers without reading them as Duke calls Jason to his office. Together they help the man clean out John’s cubical. The other workers watch quietly.

Once everything is done Jason drops back to talk to the receptionist. They appear engrossed in their conversation but Duke knows both are watching. He’s grateful.

Duke holds the door open but does not cross the threshold himself.

“If you find that you’ve forgotten anything let us know and we’ll be sure to get it for you.”

“Of course.”

The man pauses and observes Duke for a moment.

“So what do you think of the stuff I said earlier?” He asks abruptly.

“What stuff?”

“You know… the things in Arcadia?”

He leans a little too close. His eyes reflect the florescent lights strangely. Duke slams down his gut response to step back. He wouldn’t have survived those four years in retail if he showed what he was feeling that easily. He puts on a friendly but dismissive expression and snorts.

“I think you need to stop hitting the bars so late at night.”

“Hey!”

The man is trying to sound offended but Duke can hear that he’s pleased. They both pretend to find the exchange hilarious and laugh. He watches Duke for a moment longer after they stop and then smiles at him in a relaxed manner.

“Thank-you for making this so easy.”

Duke nods, still keeping up his pleasant demeanor. They… It… The Man grins at him again and waves as he strolls off toward John’s red pickup truck. Duke watches until it’s out of sight before returning to his office.

His hands are shaky as he retrieves the small bottle of scotch from the back of his filing cabinet. Normally drinking on the job is against regulations, but there are exceptions. The boss himself gave him this bottle as a gift. He takes a small swig and leans back in the chair with his eyes closed, waiting as the warmth from the alcohol chases away the tenseness in his limbs.

Once he’s a little steadier he reaches out for the pictures of his girls. They’re five and seven now and he loves them more than anything else in this world. He traces their smiling faces with a finger trying to ground himself.

Sometimes he wants to quit this job, to move somewhere far away where people don’t vanish and the monsters lurking in the night are only human, but he doesn’t. He can’t… Not if he wants to send his daughters through collage... He’d be hard pressed to find a job with even close to the benefits and pay this one offers.

There’s a knock on his office door. Duke jolts and looks up. Samson is standing there with a hesitant expression. Duke waves him in. His eyebrows are drawn together but, as he settles in the other chair, he gives Duke a gentle smile.

“How are you doing?”

“…Okay,” Duke says.

It’s a lie and both of them know it, but Samson nods and doesn’t press any farther.

“So what are Natasha and Rylie getting up to these days?”

Duke gives him a grateful look.

“Well Nat has just informed us that she will now be training to be the first space rancher. I knew that watching Star Wars would result in something…” He starts.

As Duke rambles on about his family’s antics he feels himself relax. Maybe there’s something wrong with this town but the people are kind and the area is pleasant. Certain… things… aside he’s quite happy working here. Every job… Every city, comes with its own dangers. Arcadia’s are just a little… unusual.

That’s okay… He’s okay…

As long as he follows the Rules, Duke knows he has nothing to fear…

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Right?

This particular chapter comes from a theory that when someone gets killed off in Arcadia the changelings temporarily replace them with a polymorph who then moves away from town and fakes their death. It keeps people from getting suspicious or making any connections. (This theory was created by @archaeopter-ace go check them out! Here’s a link to their post (x) )

This is the final chapter of Rules to Live By. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think!

#Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #trollhunters fanfiction #Outside perspectives on Arcadia #Something's Wrong with Arcadia #Polymorphs #Changelings #My Posts #My Writing #Archaeopter-Ace

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drabble, written 2/23/22

testing out the idea that leo (michael, here) doesn't have naturally dirty blond hair, but instead bleaches it. i don't know if i'll keep that but it lead to a cute moment where i thought about marisol doing it for him

writing this for fun also definitely let me know i'm moving out of burnout lol

The bleach was the most expensive part of this whole endeavor. Michael sits idly on the rough floor of the cabin cross-legged, calves covered in bug bites, stripped down to his underclothes against the muggy weather. He tosses the paper box back and forth in his hands, the faded label proclaiming Genuine Hair Bleach. Safe to Use. Instant Results.

This is not instant. “Stay still,” Marisol grumbles from behind him, hunching forwards to continue to card her gloved fingers through his hair. They’re sacrificing an old pair of leather gloves for this. Michael hums but dutifully straightens and stills; Marisol is tall enough to sit behind him without needing to reach.

“How long does this stuff stay in?” she asks, and Michael ducks his head down to read the box. She makes an annoyed noise behind him at his change in position, so he lifts the instructions up to eye level.

“Quarter of an hour,” he reads out. She huffs in acknowledgement and grabs another section of hair closer to his forehead. It feels good, almost like a massage, the bleach pleasantly cool where it touches his scalp. Michael has thicker hair than Marisol, but he can tell she’s doing a good job, starting from the roots outwards.

“D’you think we should braid it?” he asks, resisting the urge to bounce in place. That had been another lesson he’d not needed to teach her. He can never tell what she is or isn’t going to know.

“What, to keep it in longer?” Marisol tugs his head to the side, ready to start on the other half. “We should’ve given you a haircut before this. There’s barely gonna be enough.”

Michael shrugs as best he can without moving his head, trying to imitate a chicken. “No, after it’s done. Would it look better? With the color?”

Marisol hesitates. Her careful fingers still work bleach into the wavy strands, contemplative. “...Nah,” she answers eventually. “With all this in your head’s gonna look like a corona. That’ll be alright.”

“A what?” Michael twists to look at her and she gently shoves him back into place with an elbow, not even blinking.

“Sun halo,” Marisol answers roughly. “Outermost part of the star. Can’t see it normally. When there’s a solar eclipse you can, but it burns you to look at.” She plaits one section to the side, sticking the hair against more hair. “What I’m sayin’ is that this’s gonna turn out bright.”

Michael almost shrugs again. They’re far from invisible, the two of them, in mismatched clothes. He’s too short and slim and she’s too tall and broad. It doesn’t matter to her, so under her wing, it doesn’t have to matter to him. “So it’ll look good.”

She sighs, a quiet exhale, and makes a strange one-two click with her tongue. Michael’s never met another person who does that, but he relaxes at the familiar sound immediately. It means yes, it means comfort, Marisol only makes it when he’s anxious or frightened and she jumps to reassure him. Then she’ll turn and nearly methodically take out whatever the monster was.

Still strange, that they can do all that without words. But Michael’s decided she’s more like him than anyone else on the planet.

“About done,” Marisol announces. She stands, full height making Michael feel like a child, and strips off the gloves. “Don’t touch,” she adds, just as his hands had darted upwards. “We’ll use the pump outside to wash once it’s been a quarter.”

Marisol can tell time without even looking at the sun in the sky. Some day Michael’s going to ask about that one, even if he never asks about the others. “Can I have the Rourssant’s Astronomy?”

She hands him the blue-bound volume and sits down again against the cabin wall, content to work on her sewing. Michael eagerly pages through the book until he finds what she’s pointed out. A diagram of their Sun. So carefully inked in yellowed black-and-white.

Neatly printed letters spell Corona. Outer atmosphere. Non-physical. Michael traces over the drawing with a slow fingerpad, memorizing. Not a bad crown to wear.

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narcissasdaffodil · 3 years

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A prompt of your choice with Elisa??👀👀

“You thought I never noticed you, but I did. I always saw you.” This is from a prompt by @screnwriter and links to Feels Like This, my Noah oneshot. This one will hopefully be continued, I’ve enjoyed writing about Lucisol.

One minute Marisol was on top of the world, the next her heart was entirely destroyed. Quinn didn’t even have the common decency to tell her to her face, she had watched, helpless, as Quinn followed after Elisa on Girls’ Day, and they kissed. Quinn had promised her this was nothing to worry about, and had let her believe there was still a chance for them as a couple.

“Marisol, can I talk to you?” Marisol looked up from her breakfast to see Elisa shifting from foot to foot. The taller girl leant on the counter and refused to look at her directly. A sinking feeling grew in Marisol’s stomach and she fiddled with a loose curl of hair. “Sure. What’s this about, then?”

Elisa sighed, looking up from the counter briefly. It was difficult to maintain eye contact with her, Elisa was being considerably shifty. “Quinn told me not to tell you, but we kissed on Girl’s Day, right? Well…”

“Well, what? What happened?” Marisol felt herself lash out at Elisa, causing the other girl to move backwards, out of range. Elisa not coming out with it immediately was causing her anxiety to grow.

“I’m so sorry, but last night on the roof terrace, I was with Quinn. We kissed, and…” Elisa kept going, but Marisol blocked it out, her ear popping. Looks like you’re doomed to be forever unhappy. What’s so wrong with you that no one will stay? Quinn has a pattern of cheating on people, yet you didn’t pay attention. She did that to Lucas during Operation Nope earlier in the summer, yet you didn’t see the signs, the neon red warning signs. Hope had warned you to not lose your head with Quinn, she didn’t trust her. But of course, you knew best.

Marisol felt tears spill down her cheeks and she covered her mouth. She pushed aside her food, taking off her glasses and put her head on the counter, not wanting people to see her like this. She couldn’t hear anything and put her hands over her ears, hoping to block out the ringing sound in her head.

She felt a hand resting on her head and fiddling with her hair. The sensation made her feel sick and she sat up, only one person would touch her hair like that and that was the one person she wanted to avoid. Quinn had run over her heart in her tall high heeled boots and smashed it to bits, now she was completely broken.

“Marisol, why are you so upset?” Quinn’s voice softened as the other girl sat next to her. Marisol edged her stool as far as possible from her, turning her head away from the other girl.

“I don’t want to see you right now. You should know why, does last night on the roof terrace ring a bell at all?” She pulled back her composure, refusing to look at Quinn. “I gave up everything for you, and you refused to acknowledge that. Did I mean anything at all to you, or was I nothing at all? Just someone else for you to walk all over and discard when you were done with me, like you did to Lucas. I trusted you, and that was a mistake, pure and simple.”

Quinn grabbed onto her hand, clutching tight to it. Marisol tried to pull away, but Quinn’s grip tightened. “I’m not going to have you run away from me. No wonder Gary gave up so quickly, to think I felt sorry for you when he lied. He made one mistake, then you crucified him for it. Poor little Marisol, every single couple falling apart for you, and how unlucky you were. Spare me the sob story, I don’t care.” Quinn’s words cut deep into her, pressing on some of her deepest insecurities. She fought to keep her composure, feeling tears spill over.

“You cheated on me. How dare you try to blame me for your own fuck up. I’m not the one that cheated. Did you even like Elisa? Or did you just use her because you couldn’t get Noah? And this situation is nothing to do with Gary. I’m over that...” She felt Quinn’s grip lessen on her hand and turned to face her, noticing how the other girl was fidgeting with her hands and looked lost for words.

“And this situation is nothing to do with Gary, or any of my failed couples. I’m over that… I really don’t understand what Lucas and Henrik saw in you, you’re an awful person.”

“Don’t...don’t say that. That’s not fair! I’m not going to say I wouldn’t use someone, as technically speaking I did that to you. You’re hardly over Lurik date day, you keep bringing it up. Lucas would never like you, so I wouldn’t try it.” Quinn’s voice turned high and whiny, faced with the consequences of her own actions.

“Of course I like Elisa, that’s a stupid question. Ever since we kissed, I’ve liked her. And I needed to escape you. You’re far too clingy and expect me to dote on you. I wish I stayed with Lucas, but nope. I had to let you reel me in, I only ever felt sorry for you. I didn’t see you as a real romantic prospect, who would?” Quinn laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen. She pulled back enough composure to shatter Marisol further.

“I...I’ll say whatever I want. You can’t manipulate me in that way. No wonder you’re close to Lottie, both of you are bullies who are yet to grow up.” Marisol’s voice was weak as she stood up, backing into the stool which squeaked in protest over the flooring. She grabbed her glasses, pushing them up her nose and her breakfast and coffee mug, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. “We’re over, by the way. Don’t talk to me at all, unless necessary. You’re sleeping on the daybed permanently, until you can properly get together with Elisa. Why you couldn’t do that earlier without putting me in the middle, I don’t know.” Marisol rushed inside, hurrying upstairs. She dodged Bobby in the living room when he tried to follow her, and made her way to the roof terrace.

She set her coffee and breakfast plate on the bench and sat down, staring out over the Villa. Her bottom lip wobbled again as she felt herself break, and she took off her glasses again, preparing for the waterfall of tears. She curled up, resting her chin on her knees as she sobbed, hiding behind a curtain of hair. It was the start of a new day, but it felt like everything was turning awful again. Getting up early was a mistake, now she was stuck obsessing over her own decisions, what she could’ve done to make things better.

She heard footsteps and looked up in surprise to see Lucas, who moved aside her breakfast, sitting next to her on the bench. She watched him suspiciously, ready to bolt again. “I heard what happened with Elisa and Quinn, if you want to talk, let me know. She did it to me with Noah, and I decided to take her back, which was a bad idea. If you just want silence, that’s fine too.”

“Why...why are you here? Come to pity me? There’s no way you could’ve come for another reason. And I’m fine...Besides, what’s it to you? You didn’t care enough to give me a date when you came in, and haven’t given me the time of day since. I’d be surprised if you even knew anything about me, I fade into the background so easily. How do I know you’re not just going to report back to Quinn, anyway?”

“I haven’t talked to her once since before the last recoupling. I had no idea you two were together, it snuck up on me. It was her responsibility to have the common decency to say something.” He sighed and looked directly at Marisol, wiping her eyes with his finger. “You thought I never noticed you, but I did. I always saw you. I’m sorry for the dates, for all that’s worth. If you want me to find Hope, I’ll do that. But you shouldn’t be alone when you’re like this. I know from experience, I’ve done enough overthinking to last a lifetime because of Quinn.”

Marisol blinked. His finger on her cheek was causing her to short circuit and she blushed. He always saw you? Really? Maybe you’re not alone after all.

“You...saw me? I don’t know what to say to that. Please stay. I’m just really surprised by that. Why would you care about me? There’s so much wrong with me. I either leave, or people get scared off by me…” Her breath caught in her throat and she stared at the bench, grabbing her breakfast and taking a bite of her bagel to distract herself.

“I’m staying right here. And Hope hasn’t been scared off by you. As well as Bobby. I’m sure I can add more people to that growing list, but it’s a start.”

Marisol put the bagel back on her plate and looked up at him. She knew she probably looked an absolute state, and he didn’t have to follow her, yet he did. “Quinn couldn’t even tell me herself. She wanted Elisa to keep it a secret, and they could crack on behind my back. I’m just thankful Elisa had the sense to confess. Poor Bobby, he deserves better than her.”

“So do you. Quinn expects people to just sit by while she destroys everyone in her search for Noah, and until she gets him, everyone else will get walked all over. I learned that the first time she cheated, but went straight back afterwards. I’m not making that mistake again. Being coupled with Chelsea isn’t ideal, but…” He stopped mid sentence and studied her thoughtfully. She blushed under his gaze, cursing herself for getting this flustered. He’s just being kind, and you could do with more friends.

“You interest me, and I’d like to get to know you more. I’ll admit, I was surprised when you coupled up with Quinn. You’re much calmer, you actually give me time to think. Sometimes with Quinn, I’d have her chatting on and on without me getting a chance to get a word in edgewise. On top of that, children aren’t exactly in my plan for life. What about you?”

Marisol shook her head quickly. “Definitely not, I prefer to focus on my career. Cats on the other hand, are a different story. I take it Quinn wants the opposite? In that case, maybe I dodged a bullet.” Part of her felt relieved at the acknowledgement of that, and at the same time, something clicked within her.

“She called me clingy, which is true. Ever since she supported me unconditionally during Roccogate, I fell for her hard. Despite the fact that we were completely different people. Come to think of it, all three of my major relationships here were started by the person being kind to me. Rocco was the only one who cared about me on the day of the Lurik dates, and I mistook that kindness for love, not realising he was playing everyone. While for Graham, he seemed to focus on me and only me when we were together. He saw me as a weak link, an easy way to get into the Villa, and I was too blind to see it. Quinn on the other hand, was completely perfect. She cared about me so much that I never thought that could be a lie. But clearly I was so awful she needed to escape. And everything fell apart, once again. It’s like school again, always the outcast.” She let out a harsh laugh, the situation making her realise that she wasn’t cut out for relationships.

“Maybe I should just cut my losses and be alone forever. As people are always going to leave. I deserve it at this point. I wish people liked me more, but I can’t do anything about that. I’ll never be enough for them...” Her voice wavered and she sobbed again.

Lucas caught her chin, turning her face to face him. He focused completely on her when he spoke. “Marisol, listen to me. You shouldn’t base your own self worth around other people, and you’re not going to be alone forever. You’re not an awful person, it was Quinn who cheated in the first place.”

“The worst part of this whole mess is that Elisa reminds me so much of my ex Olivia, who cheated on me. They don’t look the same, but they have the same energy, it was pretty unnerving at first. So the fact I got cheated on again, and with someone so similar to Olivia, is just typical. Elisa even flirted with me when she first came in and I turned her down flat. She was flirting with both of us, and Quinn saw something special in her, I guess. Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear me moan so much.”

“You don’t have to apologise. It’s better to get it out.”

Marisol felt tears spill over again, and found herself moving closer to Lucas, nestling into his shoulder as she sobbed. His kindness without strings was unexpected, but it was helping. He moved her coffee cup and plate out of the way and let her move closer to him, wrapping his arms around her. The close proximity of him calmed her down, he was good at helping her talk through her feelings. The crush on him that she had before reignited, and she tried to ignore it.

Once they separated, the question on the tip of her tongue made her nervous. What if you’re just projecting onto his kindness, for the fourth time?

“W...would you be interested in a friendship couple with me? It’s okay if you’re not, anything would be better than Quinn.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

The door opened again, and Hope appeared. She rushed over, sitting on Marisol’s other side. “Are you okay? That’s probably a silly question, but you completely disappeared. I’ve been trying to find you.”

Marisol winced. “I’ve been better. But Lucas has been helping, he’s been a good friend to me.”

Hope nodded and looked between the two of them, smiling slightly. Her eyes glittered slightly, which confused Marisol. It seemed like Hope was happier about this than she had when Marisol had spilled the beans to her about her crush on Quinn, and she found herself questioning that. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up and ready. You can bring your breakfast with you, I’m staying with you regardless.”

Before Marisol had the time to react, Hope grabbed Marisol’s mug and breakfast plate, causing Marisol to grab her glasses and nearly rushed after her. She turned to Lucas and gave him an awkward wave. “Thank you for caring about me. See you later, then.”

He nodded in response as she rushed after Hope. Even though she felt awful, things were looking up just a little bit. She didn’t want to spend the entire day hiding in bed and letting Quinn know how much the other girl’s actions had bothered her, so the next best option was to spend time with Hope, and hopefully Lucas. She didn’t want to rush into something new quite as quickly, but part of her was hoping he had the feelings that were swirling around inside her.

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buckybarnesappreciationsociety · 6 years

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Lazy Days and You

Summary: Love carries no expiration date. All you know is, with a little luck and fairy dust, you’ll feel Cupid’s arrow! Redemption and love...two vital ingredients for joy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character of Color Marisol Kincaid

OFC: Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Anthony Grant Barnes (eventually)

Warning: Redemption and happiness (misspelled on purpose)

Word Count: 882

A/N: My entry in @supersoldierslover Taw’s 3k Writing Challenge! Congratulations my friend. You’re a sweetheart. Enjoy!

An Avenger has little to no time for a relationship. Clint and Laura’s marriage is exception to the rule. With each mission, moments of uncertainty looms overhead. What if they were mortally wounded or killed? No one deserved to constantly be on edge.

Happiness eluded James Buchanan Barnes like the plague. So, he resorted to playing the field. Pretty soon, he amassed quite the reputation. Bucky Barnes, lady killer.

Marisol wasn’t an Avenger. Her position at Stark Industries lacked adventure and danger. As supervisor over the Records Room, Marisol ensured staff uploaded pertinent HYDRA data, via computer into F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s data bank for storage. Also, Marisol personally transferred delicate notes onto a USB, where they were sealed and placed in Tony’s private safe…..off site.

Tony found a reason to throw one of his over-the-top parties. Standing at the bar with Steve, Bucky scanned the crowd for this elusive woman whose peaked his curiosity.

Greeting her friends, Marisol strolled to the bar. “Jack straight please.”

Turning on the charm, Bucky attempted to reel her in. “Jack straight? Pretty ballsy drink for a dame.”

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shot him down. “II know all about your womanizing reputation and I will not be another notch in your bedpost. Have a good evening.”

Sam witnessed the exchange and couldn’t wait to tease Bucky. “Damn man. She turned you down like a hotel bed.”

“I love challenges.” Bucky gulped his drink, joining Steve, Sam, Tony, and Thor.

Sam chuckled, “Hey Tin Can, your 40s bullshit won’t work on her. The hottie in the black dress shot him down,” motioning towards a group of ladies having an animated conversation.

Tony snorted, “Who Marisol? You’d stand a better chance talking to the nice lady in HR. You know, Ms. Channing; medium height, support hose, always smells like Ben-Gay?”

Steve, Sam and Thor laughed so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Bucky didn’t find it amusing. This goddess turned James Buchanan Barnes away??

Snapping back, Bucky mused “I’ve always loved a challenge. Game on doll.”

First, he abstained from frivolous flirting and sex. Anytime women attempted to latch onto him, Bucky refused to acknowledge their presence.

Next, Bucky knew in order to make a full 360, he’d make the ultimate sacrifice; torching his expansive library of black books.

Punching the up button, James Buchanan Barnes exhaled and stepped into the elevator. Bucky scrolled through his phone’s playlist, stopping at the mournful tune, ‘Taps.’ Mumbling to himself, “It’s now or never Barnes.”

Upon arrival on the roof, he started a fire in the pit. One by one, Bucky tossed his books into the crackling fire. A lone tear dropped from his eyelash. The time to settle down arrived! He wanted much more than an occasional booty call.

Days, weeks, and months passed. Bucky delivered flowers to Marisol’s office, asked her out for coffee…….nothing.

Tony played matchmaker, inviting Marisol to movie night. Steve and Bucky were last to arrive. They’d completed a rigorous training session.

Engaged in deep conversation about who won, Bucky didn’t see Marisol sitting on the loveseat.

Steve nudged his arm, “Buck, look who’s here.”

Sam taunted the speechless former assassin. “What’s wrong tin can? Cat got your tongue?”

Marisol waved at Bucky, tucking a lock of hair behind her left ear.

Tony, Nat and Wanda took advantage of the moment, snapping a picture of Bucky’s dumbfounded expression.

Steve extended his hand, “Hello I’m Steve Rogers.” “Marisol Kincaid, nice to meet you.”

Tony couldn’t let this priceless moment go without busting Bucky’s chops. “Marisol, Oil Can’s usually not tongue tied. Well, say something?

“H-hello. M’Bucky.” Everyone laughed at his nervous behavior.

“We’ve met remember? Tony’s last party? By the way, I love roses. How did you know?

Bucky responded, “Didn’t know. Lucky guess?”

“Wanna sit with me?” Marisol patted the seat next to her.

Nodding ‘yes’, Bucky flopped down in the seat; a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Can we start the movie already?” Nat blurted out.

Tonight’s choice selected by Marisol………”The Jaws Collection”

Placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap, Wanda loved Marisol’s movie choices.

Sipping on a beer, Sam set the rules. “Okay kiddies. Light’s out and Barnes, NO NECKING!”

“Shut up Birdboy. You’re just mad. Turn around and watch the movie.

A chorus of ‘shhhhh’ echoed around the room.

Scooting close to Bucky’s side, Marisol whispered, “Would you join me for pizza and ice cream tomorrow?”

Clearly startled, Bucky stammered, “Y-yeah, um I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll meet you in the common room around 2 p.m. Okay?’

“Okay.” She and Bucky turned towards the movie screen, munching on popcorn and beer.

Sleep eludes him most nights. Bucky would toss and turn from horrific nightmares. After movie night, he slept like a baby.

A bundle of nerves, Steve and Sam tried to calm Bucky down. Unsure of his outfit, Steve recommended a shirt, jeans and boots.

“M’hands are sweatin’ something awful. Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Bucky’s hesitance pissed Sam off.

Sam, rolling his eyes, scolded him, “Look you ancient asshole, you’ve done nothing but talked about this woman for months. Get your clothes on and have fun.”

Bucky shook his head up and down. Steve pushed him towards the shower. He and Sam left the room.

Dressed and ready to go, Bucky inhaled, exhaled, stepping in the elevator.

A vision of loveliness, Marisol sported ripped knee stonewashed skinny jeans, multi-colored sweater that really made her eyes pop, Ugg boots and a leather jacket.

Bucky offered his arm. “Shall we m’lady?”

Giggling, Marisol beamed, “Why yes, kind sir. We shall!”

Bucky and Marisol walked to her favorite pizza parlor, “Dominique’s.” It was quiet and intimate. They ordered pizza and colas. She listened attentively to stories about pre-serum Steves’ wild adventure. No mention of his time in HYDRA’s clutches. In turn, Marisol explained how her family was killed by HYDRA. They were mistaken for another family.

She couldn’t stop the flow of salty liquid rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Bucky. It’s still raw after two years.”

Using his calloused thumb, Bucky wiped the tears from her face. “S’okay doll. I understand.”

Marisol and Bucky enjoyed lazy days, picnics in the backyard of the compound and long walks through Central Park . Although she lived off site, Nick Fury insisted she and her staff move in due to threats from HYDRA.

Bucky was over the moon elated. His best girl one floor down.

Most days though, the lovebirds could be found tangled together, making out like hormonal teenagers.

Tony and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity to annoy Bucky. “Hey Birdman. Look at Veronica and Jughead sucking face.”

Sam added, “Damn would y’all go to your room?”

Grabbing his hand, Marisol pulled Bucky towards his room. “Bye bye haters.”

Nat and Wanda returned from their month long recon mission, Marisol greeted the ladies with a hug.

“Yay, you’re back!!! Go shower and we’ll have girl time,” in her sing-song voice.

Wanda and Nat left the room to shower and prepare for mani/pedis, wine and rom coms.

“I’ll see you later Bucky,” placing a chaste kiss on his pouting lips.

Of course he didn’t mind. Bucky’s love for Marisol grew more and more.

Having been together for almost two years, Bucky wanted Marisol to become his wife. So, operation “Let’s Get Married” was birthed.

Under the ruse of a 1940s Anthony Stark party, Nat and Wanda coaxed Marisol into an excursion of epic proportion…shopping in New York using Tony Stark’s unlimited credit card..

At the compound, caterers and decorators scurried in the ballroom. A disco ball hung from the ceiling; casting a kaleidoscope of shapes on the wall. Silver and black balloons swayed at the entrance of the room.

The melodic sound of Glenn Miller waft from the speakers. Topping off the affair, Pepper hired them a waiter. On the menu: Duck a l’orange, Sauteed Broccoli, Savory Sage Cornbread Stuffing, Sweet Potatoes with Spiced Butter Pecan Topping. Dessert…LATER!

Nat found the perfect dress, shoes and clutch purse for Marisol.

“Now, skedaddle. Wanda and I gotta get dressed. Meet us in the ballroom?” Nat smirked.

“See you downstairs.”

Wanda texted Bucky:

W: Marisol’s on the way

Buckaroo: Everything’s all set.

W: Good luck

Buckaroo: I’m really nervous

W: Nat says you’ll be fine

James Buchanan Barnes stood frozen. He was transformed back to the 40s. A tear rolled down his cheek. Marisol was a vision of loveliness.

“My don’t you look handsome Bucky.” Marisol blushed.

Bucky’s voice cracked, “Doll, I can’t begin to say how gorgeous you are. Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

Escorting her to the table, Bucky pulled out Marisol’s chair. “Thank you. Always a gentleman.”

Their elegant meal and champagne were presented. The happy couple dined, laughed, and made small talk savoring every moment.

Bucky raised his glass for a toast. “To the love of my life. You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’mma better man ‘cause of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, Bucky took to one knee. “Marisol Kincaid, I’ll love you till the end of time and beyond. No one will ever compare to you. Would you be my wife?”

Unable to hold back tears, she whispered ‘yes.’

Bucky led his fiance’ to the dance floor swaying to Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade”.

Showing off some impressive dance moves, the newly engaged couple danced the night away.

Three months later, Bucky and Marisol married in an intimate ceremony. Bruce officiated, Tony and Sam escorted Marisol down the aisle.

Two years after marrying, a chubby cheek baby boy, Anthony Grant Barnes was born. Weighing 8 lbs. 6 ozs., curly brown hair and bright blue gray eyes.

Of course everyone fawned over him. Bucky couldn’t be prouder. He had a wife, son, and free will.

Snuggled in his daddy’s safe arms, 4 year old Grant peered out the floor length window.

“Daddy, guess what? I love you this much,” stretching his little arms as far as he could.

Bucky’s heart swelled with pride. “Hey tiger, guess what? I love you to the moon and beyond.”

Leaning against the door jamb, Mrs. Barnes admired her two favorite guys.

Spying his mommy, Grant wiggled out his daddy’s arms, running to Marisol. “Hello sweetheart. Are you watching the raindrops?”

“Uh huh. Daddy hold me up to the window. S’lotta rain.”

She walked over, standing next to her husband. “Just think. Next year, we’ll have two kids.”

“Wh-wh-what? I-you-we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yes, my sweet, I’m 2 months pregnant. Are you excited?”

“You’ve given me so much. I’m the luckiest sap in the face of the earth. Didn’t think happiness would come my way. Now, there’s no way I could live without my family.”

“Yay, I’m gonna have a brudder or sister!!!” Grant jumped around the room.

Bucky placed a kiss on Marisol’s flat tummy. “Hey little one, this is your daddy. Grant and I are excited about meeting ya. Please don’t make mommy sick. See’ya in 7 months peanut!”

Fin

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