#THEY RETURN HOME FROM THE WAR THIS WEEK WOOHOO

[elemental-plane]

i was struck with a vision

#critical role #candela obscura #the circle of tide and bone #candela obscura the circle of tide and bone #rajan savarimuthu #elsie roberts #noshir dalal #ashly burch #it can go either way #it works both ways. #this made me giggle #i saw the quote and immediately went 'omg elsie and raj core' #i have a problem #but! love them! my faves <3 #THEY RETURN HOME FROM THE WAR THIS WEEK WOOHOO

[gnattyplayssims]

Classic Generation Gameplay Rules

Generation Challenges

First Decade - The Great Depression

Second Decade - World War II

Marriage and Family

Anyone becoming a Young Adult during the Great Depression must take a Trauma Trait

Only one hot meal allowed a day. All other meals must be found from scavenging, fishing and gardening

May now have a small pet (hamster or rat only) if you have at least $300,000

Second Decade - All YA and older will be drafted for WWII may Try for Baby before leaving and elope

Second Decade - May have relationships with other ethnicities/religions but cannot marry. May have a secret family with a prohibited SO

Second Decade - May now take medicine when sick and pets can be taken to the vet (spaying and neutering is an option). Babies can now be born at home or in hospital

Women are always allowed to inherit the bloodline from now on.

No parties or events. All marriages must be eloped.

Males who are the sole caretaker of their children or who already have mental illnes (via traits) cannot be drafted.

Males may return on leave at the halfway point of the war and must roll for survival again. They will only be spared from returning if they have been injured.

70% chance of marriage (versus just woohoo) and 20% of having an affair.

Adoption is now an option but only with opposite sex couples

Architecture and Design

Can purchase a camera and tripod

Second Decade - Every house must have a Victory Garden or at least 4 plants

Second Decade - Every house must have a radio and listen to it for at least an hour a day

Second Decade - Other items allowed include: Coffee Makers (not espresso machines or one-cup brewers), Fitness equipment (Military and Athletic Careers only), Soundtrack Juke Box, Thermostats, Winter Holiday Music, Large Commercial Greenhouses, Washers and Dryers, Photo Studio (no electronic backdrop)

Second Decade - Houses may now be decorated for holidays

Some clubs may have pools but women still need to use a full swimsuit. No household swimming pools

No housing upgrades allowed at all (even if there is enough money)

Science Lair lot trait is now allowed

Education and Hobbies

High School no longer has a fee

Kegs are allowed at university

Teens who do not go to school MUST scavenge, fish and garden during the week of unemployment

Prohibition ends in 1933 and drinking becomes available again

Cannot create medium or large paintings only small

Second Decade - Teens are no longer sent away for bad grades

Second Decade - Can only attend University after WWII and veterans can recieve half their tuition for free

Children must go to school. Female teens are encouraged to go to school and work part time (second decade only) to help out.

Career and Money-Making

First Decade- Everyone must lose job for at least one sim week. If you own a store it must close for at least a week. After a week you may reopen your store or return to work or join a new career.

Maximum career level of all jobs is 6. If level 6 is achieved they must quit and get a new job

Business career is NOT available anymore

Silent film era has ended. Acting career is now available

Part-Time work - Men can be Fishermen, Lifeguard, or Manual Laborer. Women can be Babysitter, Lifeguard, Manual Laborer or Retail Employee. Teens/Elders cannot have Part-Time Work

Bills can only be paid once electricity and water (if unemployed) has been cut off

WWI Veterans recieve a pension of $100/week

Stock Market crashes and money is reduced by 40% at start of decade

Second Decade - Males must join Military(Officer) if they survive WWII

Second Decade - Permitted Careers include: Actor, Athlete(Bodybuilder), Civil Designer(Civic Planner), Criminal(Boss), Critic(Both), Culinary(Both), Detective, Doctor, Education(Both), Freelancer(Fashion Photographer or Writer), Gardener(Both), Interior Decorator, Law(Both), Military(Both), Painter(Both), Politics(Politician), Scientist, Secret Agent(Both), Veterinarian, Writing(Both)

YA Veterans can only work Military career (unless wounded) or be unemployed for rest of decade. They may farm, fish, paint, woodwork or scavenge.

YA's who are NOT veterans MUST have a career

First Decade - Women may work if they are single, divorced, widowed or if their husband doesn't bring in enough money

Second Decade - Female's MUST have a career and can only choose to leave it after the war and if married

Permitted Careers for women include: Actor, Athelete(Bodybuilder), Civil Deigner(Civic Planner), Criminal(Boss), Culinary(Both), Engineer(Mechanical), Entertainer(Both), Military(Officer), Painter(Both), Secret Agent(Both), Writing(Both)

Second Decade - Teens are allowed and encouraged to have Part-Time Work. Jobs available include: Babysitter, Fast Food Employee, Fisherman (male only), Lifeguard, Manual Laborer, Retail Employee

The following careers require a degree: Civil Designer (Civic Planner), Culinary(Chef), Doctor, Education(Both), Engineer(Mechanical), Law(Both), Scientist, Veterinarian)

Special Rolls

Trauma Traits: Great Depression - Roll D10 - 1) Gloomy, 2) Hot-Headed,3) Meloncholic 4) Lazy 5) Non-Commital 6) Mean 7) Impassive 8) Joyless 9) Unstable 10) Repressed

WWII - Roll D10 (will roll twice) - 1-2) Fall in combat, 3-4) Wounded. May no longer farm, craft or work in the Military, Criminal or Doctor careers 5-10) Survives with no injury. If in military before going to war 1) Death, 2-3) Wounded, 4-6) Survives with no injury

Trauma Traits: WWII - Roll D20 - 1) Gloomy, 2) Hot-headed, 3) Clumsy, 4) Erratic, 5) Meloncholic, 6) Mean(or Evil), 7) Lazy, 8) Non-Committal, 9) Squeamish, 10) Paranoid, 11) Cold-Blooded, 12) Impassive, 13) Insane, 14) Joyless, 15) Unstable, 16) Avoidant, 17) Cruel, 18) Hostile, 19) Obsessive, 20) Repressed

Women in war - Roll D20 - 1 = Volunteer as nurse. No chance of dying but will recieve a Trauma Trait at end of war

Pregnancy - Roll 2D6: Snake eyes = Baby dies

#mizrahi legacy #Classic Generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

[zhuilingyizhen]

Tsundre Jin Ling who has no idea how to deal with his feelings for his (only) 3 friends

Side Note: Wow this ended up long- & thank you anon!! I really loved this ask.

At first he thinks that he’s supposed to feel like that towards all his friends. I mean, the three juniors are the only expieriences with friendship he’s had so far. So of course he loves likes them! Thankfully, he’s not as oblivious as Jingyi or as self-sacrificing as Sizhui. He is possibly more afflicted with dumb bitch disease than Zizhen, though. Very, very possibly.

But once the feelings of “I wanna hold his hand.” and “How would it feel to kiss him?” and “I never noticed how attractive he is.” start settling in, he realises two things. One, he’s a cutsleeve, and two, holy shit he’s in love with his friends.

There’s some major problems with this revelation. Of the 4 juniors, barely one and a half of them can healthily express their feelings, and I can guarantee that Jin Ling is not a part of that minority, being the tsundere he is. His mommy/daddy issues (rather, the lack of having living parents) also play a part in his not being able to successfully process or display his feelings. Plus, he’s not stupid just blind. He only has three friends. He’s in love with all three of them. In the scenario that they all reject his feelings and decide leave him, he would be alone again.

Imagine how he’d feel. Though his parents both left, that was due to their deaths, not them wanting to leave (though there is the fact that his mother was willing to give up her life for her brother possibly knowing that she would be leaving her son behind, but even then her main concern at the time was her brother’s life so it isn’t exactly a fair comparison and oops I’m rambling-). Jin Ling wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing that his only friends (the ones that he loved & cared about) had willingly left him. Not that they would ever do that, but he doesn’t know that yet.

Another problem with his feelings is that he really doesn’t have anyone to talk to. The only parental figures in his life are his three uncles (JGY, WWX, and JC) and possibly WN? I’m not too sure about their canon relationship but them having a nice uncle-nephew like relationship would be nice. JL, seeing his uncle’s past experiences in romance, immediately crosses out JC from the list of possible confidants. We all know what happened with JGY (though assuming this was before everything went down, I would say that JL isn’t as close to JGY, & asking romance advice from him wasn’t exactly an appealing solution). WWX & WN both have strong familial connections with LSZ, so it would definitely be awkward talking to them about JL’s feelings for him (and almost worse having to tell them he also liked LJY & OYZZ). Plus, he wasn’t very much interested from getting a shovel talk from LWJ, who would most certainly hear about it from WWX. His friends weren’t exactly an option either, unless he went to them talking about his feelings for their mutual friends. And the idea of that was so mortifying that JL almost puked from embarrassment. Almost.

Plus, even if he asked in a hypothetical context, his friends know that he wouldn’t have a crush on anyone outside his tiny group of close knit juniors. Well, Sizhui and Zizhen know that. Jingyi is too dense to realize that Jin Ling is 1. Gay and 2. Desperately in love with them. The other two assume that JL likes one of them, but for the life of them can’t figure it out. JL is just too tsundere-y around them.

He has several options on how to deal with his quickly progressing feelings.

A: He confesses to them, and hopes that they don’t end their friendship.

B: He could slowly distance himself from his current friends, and possibly make some other friends. Leave them before they can leave him.

C: (similar to B) He could throw himself into his sect leader duties and use it as an excuse to not spend as much time with his friends, and brush them off whenever they ask about him. Become a bratty JC.

D: He hides his feelings for all three of them. Lets the feelings build up inside him, push his friends away whenever they ask, and accidentally act extremely suspicious and moodier than usual towards them.

He obviously picks a combination of the last three. Also probably has vehemently denied having feelings for any of them whenever the mere mention of romance is brought up, which has led to many awkward silences.

At this point, Zizhen is sure that JL has a crush on one of them (he’s betting on Sizhui). Sizhui himself is still trying to figure out who it is that JL likes (but he’s a bit closer to the truth than Zizhen) and Jingyi... Jingyi is questioning the odd behavior that’s going on between his three besties.

Sizhui is the first to figure it out. The juniors excluding JL (who’s busy on so-called sect stuff) are hanging out. LJY & OYZZ are discussing a romance novel that OYZZ read, and LSZ is just listening in. The gist of the novel is that a warrior falls in love with a young maiden from his hometown and the prince of a neighboring kingdom, who they are soon going to war against. The warrior has to choose what’s best for his home, and ends up slaying his male lover. Though he goes back to the young maiden and his family, the warrior ends up drowning himself in despair and guilt at having to kill the prince.

(The next part was kinda written as a fic, cause I didn’t wanna do like a screenplay of what happened.)

The two chat about it, with Sizhui occasionally offering his opinion, before Jingyi interjects. “Why couldn’t the warrior have just been with them both?”

Zizhen asks what both Sizhui and he were wondering. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he clearly loved them both. There had to be some way for him to date both of them.”

(End short dialogue fic thingy.)

It got Sizhui thinking about their situation. It was clear that Jin Ling had feelings for at least one of them, if his defensive behavior and blushing were any clue. But he hadn’t really considered the idea of him liking more than one of them, or even all three of them. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. LSZ could never exactly pinpoint who JL likes because JL had always acted the same (tsundere-y, blushing, & defensive) around all three of them. The different behavior most likely meant that...

Jin Ling liked all three of them.

Discovering this had left Sizhui reeling. The fact that he was on a picnic with the other two people one of his closest friends had a crush on didn’t exactly help, so he quickly excused himself (though this suspicious behavior went noticed by Zizhen and Jingyi, and they vowed to figure out what was afflicting the usually calm member of their group).

For one thing, Sizhui wasn’t completely sure how he felt about his friends. He was certainly fond of all three of them, but in love with them? That was quite a revelation. But it made sense. He was already close to the other three juniors, and he certainly loved them. However, the question was whether or not it was platonic or romantic love. Most of the physical contact he had with people were with his friends (mostly Jingyi, since they live at the same place & are usually together). So it would make sense that he would seek more romantic touches from them, right? Sizhui wasn’t quite sure about this all. The first thing to do was to confront Jin Ling about his feelings. Maybe they would figure it out together, all four of them.

Turns out, Jin Ling doesn’t want to talk about his feelings (seriously Sizhui, what were you expecting? Emotional maturity?). Sizhui quite literally had to chase him around Lotus Pier. Eventually he catches him, and gets Jin Ling to sit down with him for tea. (Sizhui didn’t even have to restrain him! That went better than expected.)

Not one to beat around the bush, Sizhui is pretty blunt with his questions.

“Do you like a zhen, a yi, and I romantically?”

Jin Ling was only half expecting that and chokes on his tea.

At first he denies it, but Sizhui refuses to let him leave until he tells him the truth. Which means JL either has to go with option A, or wait until Sizhui let’s him leave.

They sit there for almost an hour before the owner kicks them out. After that, they just kinda... chill. Jin Ling won’t say anything, and Sizhui won’t leave until he gets an answer, so they’re stuck in a deadlock.

Meanwhile, Jingyi and Zizhen are looking all over the Cloud Reccesses for Sizhui, but he is nowhere to be found.

Eventually, Jin Ling breaks first (he really needed to get this off his chest) and tells Sizhui that he likes them. After that, he immediately kicks Sizhui out the door and goes to mope around somewhere. Preferably with Fairy.

Sizhui finally returns and Jingyi breaks both the the no running and making loud noises rule once he sees him. Zizhen has to go back home, because by now it was pretty late. Thankfully, they got back before curfew.

The next step in Sizhui’s plan to get Jin Ling, Zizhen, and Jingyi together (he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it all himself, but he could at least make his best friends happy, right?) was to talk to Jingyi and figure out if Jingyi liked the Young Mistress & Zizhen.

This was easier than expected, cause though Jingyi is oblivious, he isn’t oblivious to his own feelin- oh wait. Well, at least he won’t deny his own feelings after figuring out that he has them. He and Sizhui have a very long talk, and yup he has feelings. He also holds Sizhui’s hand a little because feelings.

Meanwhile Jin Ling is freaking out back at Lotus Pier because he just remembered that there is a night hunt that week (and everyone will be suspicious if he doesn’t attend).

(Jiang Cheng is moderately concerned so he follows Jin Ling on the night hunt decides to visit Xichen on the day of the night hunt. On business, of course.)

The night hunt happens as usual, though Jin Ling is suspiciously quiet. Sizhui and Jingyi are more attached by the hip than usual.

They kill a few fierce corpses. Woohoo. But then Zizhen gets attacked from behind and Jin Ling pushes him out of the way. The two Lans deal with the corpse and Zizhen smiles and thanks Jin Ling, which leads to an incredibly blushy Jin Ling. Which makes Zizhen think. Because blushing + close proximity = signs of a crush. And currently Jin Ling is almost on top of him from tackling him earlier. So...

“Oh my god, you have a crush on me?”

Which was not the response Jin Ling was looking for. It also almost gives Sizhui a heart attack because oop this isn’t gonna go well. At this point, Jingyi can’t be fazed by the disaster that is his friends. Until Zizhen straight up kisses Jin Ling on the mouth, which makes him do a double take cause really guys? Right in front of his salad chicken wings?

Jin Ling is confused, Jingyi is confused, Zizhen is kinda confused and a bit dazed cause kisses sometimes do that, so Sizhui has to deal with this clusterfuck of emotions.

He gets everyone to sit in a circle (crisscross apple sauce) which, looking back on it, probably wasn’t the best idea considering they were on a night hunt. Sizhui, now knowing that at most of them have feelings for each other (still isn’t sure about Zizhen), decides to go first.

“I like all of you romantically.”

Yay confession! Jingyi isn’t surprised since he knew from their talk, so he just kinda smiles. Jin Ling, having never figured this out, would have spit out his tea again had he had tea. Zizhen just accepts it, because yeah, it makes sense.

They sit in awkward silence as Jin Ling tries to not choke on the air, Jingyi moves a bit closer to Sizhui, and Zizhen & Jingyi eventually breaks it.

“I like you all, too.”

“Same here.”

Which leaves Jin Ling, who has been attempting to find an excuse to get out of here at. It’s one thing to have feelings and another to find out that they’re returned. This wasn’t one of the outcomes he had prepared for. So he sits there until he realizes that his friends are waiting for a response.

“What’re you all looking at me for?! You can’t expect me to say it after you guys already went.”

Jingyi silently threatens to tickle him, which is somehow worse than having to spill his feelings?

“Fine, fine. I like you guys too. Can I leave now?”

Sadly for Jin Ling, Jingyi forces him & the others into a hug, because feelings.

They all just kinda sit there for a while, before Jin Ling realizes that it’s time for them to get the heck out of there because he has to get home before his uncle yells at him.

Little did he know, Jiang Cheng had been watching him from the bushes and his new boyfriends would be getting the shovel talk very, very soon...

#zhuilingyizhen #mdzs #jin ling #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen #lan jingyi #mo dao zu shi #headcanons #mdzs headcanons #jin ling is a tsundere #lan xichen x jiang cheng #lan sect #xicheng #jiang cheng #lan xicheng

[gnomeofinvention]

Everford, Chapter 2: Royal Holiday & The Incident

The replay of the livestream is available on my YouTube channel.

Vivien had been king for barely a week, and already the stress of ruling a kingdom was weighing heavily on him. It also didn't help that he was having more frequent...um...dry spells. He desperately wanted--no, needed--a vacation, preferably one with an exorbitant amount of fun and woohoo.

While chatting with some of his subjects about possible vacation desitinations, he discovered that he quite enjoyed talking with Build Master Bryant. And the man had a magnificent beard.

Vivien ended up vacationing in Smortlee and attending the tournament. When he returned home, he requested Smortlee's proprietary sword recipe; he couldn't make it himself, obviously, but it would make a nice welcome gift whenever the town blacksmith arrived. In order to receive the recipe, though, he had to defeat a Smortlee swordsman in battle, but that was easy enough.

It's a good thing he took the opportunity to have some fun, because he might not get the chance later.

Not long after Vivien's vacation ended, he played host to a summit between Captain Darktide of the pirates of Aarbyville and Demetrius Landgraab of the guildsmen of Tredony.

He received some interesting gifts from the delegations: an interrogation chair from the guildsmen and a Sunset Macaw parrot from the pirates.

The summit went well...at first. But things went downhill fast after a strange attack in the Reception Hall left everyone unconcious; when they came to, Darktide's daughter and Langraab's son had disappeared, as well as some other valuables. The summit fell apart, and all parties went their separate ways, even more bitter and angry than before.

It now appeared that war was inevitable. Is party-boy King Vivien up to the task of bringing peace to the realm?

#the sims medieval #sims medieval #sims medieval screenshots #sims medieval gameplay #monarch #the sims medieval lets play #let's play #vivien elder #sims medieval monarch #sims lets play #sims medieval everford

[winchesterandpie]

The Best Present (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 927

Warnings: Slight angst at the beginning, but fluffy in the end

A/N: Woohoo! Part 3 of the December Drabbles!! Ok, so we’re just going to pretend that Christmas exists in the Star Wars universe for the next few minutes, sound good? Italics indicate a memory. Gifs are not mine. Love you guys, and hope you enjoy!!

Find the December Drabbles masterpost HERE

It’d been a long two weeks. Poe had been sent off with the Black Squadron on some long mission that was expected to take at least another week. I felt his absence keenly, especially because tomorrow was Christmas, and we had been planning to celebrate together. 

As it was, I was currently sitting in the back of the cantina with my food. I’d finished my food, but stayed sitting with my mug of hot chocolate as I watched the sunset through the window. General Organa had given me the day off from my job as a communications officer. She always had a sense for when something wasn’t quite right - probably because she had adopted pretty much everyone on the base.

As I stared out the window, the memory of the day Poe left on the mission floated through my mind. 

“We’ll just have to have our own Christmas when you get back,” I reassured Poe. 

“But it won’t be the same!” He was too good at puppy dog eyes. Either that or I was too susceptible to them. Or a combination of the two.

“It’ll still be fun.” I felt like I had to be the source of optimism, though I certainly didn’t feel it. Poe’s mouth quirked up in a small smile, recognizing the effort. 

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” The wall I was trying so hard to hide behind fell, my voice cracking.

“Aww, sweetheart, come here.”  His arms opened to me, pulling me gently against him. “You’re right, it’ll be alright. We’ll make it a good Christmas.” Poe swayed slowly back and forth as I fought to keep from crying. 

“Just promise you’ll come home safe?” I asked, muffled by his jumpsuit.

“I’ll always come back to you.” He kissed the crown of my head as I sucked in a shuddering breath, inhaling the smell of him. “Always.”

 Given his inclination to jump in his X-wing and go blow something up without thinking it through, perhaps I should be more skeptical of that particular promise. I supposed that it had been a promise I wanted to believe - and in all honesty, I did believe that he would do his best to fulfill it. And at that moment, I needed to believe it would be ok. 

Now, sitting alone in the cantina and staring out the window, I just felt empty. It was the night before Christmas - I was supposed to be out in the snow, making snowmen with Poe and throwing snowballs at him when he wasn’t looking. I wanted to be enjoying festive treats with him. Longingly, hopelessly, I wished that he would return early - that I wouldn’t have to spend Christmas without him.

Eventually, I realized how late it was and gathered my things to head back to our shared quarters. Once there, I changed quickly into sleeping clothes, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders like a cape. Going to bed alone, however, felt like too much just then, so I pulled out an old book to forestall it a little longer.

I clearly lost track of time, being brought back to reality only when I heard someone stumbling around in the corridor. When the door into mine and Poe’s room opened, I looked over in mild consternation. I realized that any fears I’d had were unfounded when I saw the dark, curly haired pilot standing in the doorway. 

“Poe?” His name fell out of my mouth quite without thought, but my brain soon caught up. “Poe!” I launched myself up from the bed and into his arms.

He caught me in midair, laughing as he spun around before setting me down. Almost unable to believe it, I lifted my hands to touch his face for a moment, then dove to hide my face in the crook of his neck. Poe’s arms were warm and reassuring around me as he chuckled.

“You’re home!” I breathed the words out as I clung to him. “You’re safe!”

“We wrapped up early and got back here as fast as we could. Wanted to surprise you.” His voice was muffled where his face pressed against my hair. “Did it work?” Poe grinned as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. 

I was too choked up to speak, so instead I nodded, my smile so wide that my face could barely contain it. A couple of tears slipped free, but his gentle hands were quick to wipe them away.

“I couldn’t very well leave you alone for Christmas.” The commander’s eyes softened even further as he spoke.

“You made it just in time, then,” I replied, finding my voice as his hands cradled my cheeks.

“Just how I like it. It’s a personal rule that I can’t make it to anything properly on time - I have to barely pull it off.” He succeeded in his mission to get me to laugh, though it wouldn’t have been difficult in my joy that he was home safe. “And you’ll never believe it - I found the perfect present for you during the mission, so it all worked out pretty much perfectly.”

You already got me the best present, you goof!”

“I did?”

“Duh - you’re back!”

“Right? And?” His brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean, babe.”

“No, it’s -- you’re back, flyboy.” When he still looked confused, I continued. “You’re the best thing I could hope for.” The disbelief reigned on his face for a solid second before he snorted a laugh.

“Now that right there is a hell of a cheesy line.”

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#December Drabbles #winchesterandpie writes #Poe Dameron x reader #Poe x reader #Poe Dameron x you #Poe x you #Star wars #Christmas #reader insert #fluff

[hispeculiartreasure]

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Fourteen | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 4,000

Chapter 14/24

Warnings: Language. Flashback to a traumatic event from Bucky’s time of service that is fairly upsetting. If you’d rather skip it, do not read the italicized text at the end of this chapter.

AN: This chapter took so much out of me, I’m not going to lie. For sure, the majority of it is good feelings and fluff. But I spent a lot of time crying over this, I felt like my heart was bleeding. Please take the warning to heart, I don’t want anyone to go through any sort of anguish without a little bit of preparation. Chapter 15 is going to be a rough ride as well, just a heads up. The good news is that I’m back on my original posting schedule, woohoo! Returning to posting every other Thursday unless something changes again. I love you.

Chapter Thirteen

‘All We’ve Got is Time’ Masterlist

Saturday afternoon at Grand Central Station was tantamount to pure chaos, but you didn’t much mind since you’re there for a singularly joyful reason. The hubbub of both weary and excited travelers echoes across the cavernous main concourse; you can barely hear yourself think. People from all walks of life bustle around while you hover in the agreed-upon spot, waiting for a particular train to get in.

For the fourth time in 20 minutes you check the giant chalkboard along the main wall to confirm the train’s time of arrival before consulting your watch.

Soon.

Somewhere in the last 34 days you had become the girl that ran to her mailbox each day after work with hopes of hearing from her beau. A girl that missed that boy more every moment he was away, life feeling dull in his absence. A girl that was a hopeless goner. A goner who had had to scrap more than one letter because she’d written Love, Sixth Floor or All My Love, or Love you! No one had told you how difficult love letters were to write without using the word ‘love’.

As you scrambled out your door in a rush to the train station not too long ago, you’d practically run over your unfortunate mailman. He’d had a letter for you - from Pennsylvania - and he chuckled as you couldn’t contain the giant smile on your face. Even he knew what a goner you were.

You’d plopped yourself on the front steps of your apartment and torn open the envelope, reading the letter three times before you walked mooney-eyed to the station, the paper still in hand. His words reverberated in your mind. You snort at the mental image of Peggy throwing herself over a table to maul Steve to death after he’d charged her an exorbitant amount of rent during Monopoly. He said he longed for New York because you were here. Bucky adored that you got along with his family, said you fit in seamlessly. He thanked you for things that were so natural you didn’t even realize you were doing them.

Again your eyes settle on your favorite line - “You’re so familiar to my life now, I can hardly imagine a time when you weren’t in it.” Delicately you trace the word Bucky had written before your nickname - darling - then run a finger over his soothing scrawl of ‘Your Window Washer’.

There were moments when you forgot how this had all begun. How you’d noticed a handsome window washer going about his duty, how he’d gone out of his way to interact with you, to make you smile. The moments you’d tried to connect and had barely missed one another. He really had been your window washer from the start, hadn’t he? You just hadn’t known it.

Your ears prickle to attention when they hear your name ringing clearly in the severely crowded area. Looking up from the letter your eyes rove the crowd as you shove it into your pocket.

Bright, sparkling eyes meet your own across the room.

Eyes that were attached to Bucky’s thousand-watt smile. He looks tired from the journey, but only someone who knew him as well as you could tell. With his suitcase in one hand and his jacket draped over the other arm, he cocked his hat at an incorrect yet very suave angle.

With several trains having just arrived, the concourse was rapidly becoming busier. Passengers exiting the rail cars took up almost all elbow-room available, ending in a flood of people between you and Bucky.

Taking several rushed steps through the hoarde you head in his general direction, continuously searching for that hat a head above the crowd. One moment you saw it, the next you were stuck in a crush of travelers. Finally there were only a few paces between you.

You hear the clunk of his suitcase hitting the ground a split second before your feet are swept from under you, Bucky’s arms strong and secure around your waist. He takes a superfluous little twirl around, pulling a relieved giggle from you. Feeling his heart beating against your chest shockingly sent the peaceful feeling of HOME thrumming through your veins. You didn’t know it was possible to feel home in a person.

Bucky heaves a sigh, one that reminds you of a house settling after a long day of activity. A hand smooths up your back and to the nape of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. When you feel his lips press delicately to the side of your head you’re grateful he’s got a hold on you because you’re fairly certain your knees would’ve given out. For all the affection you doted upon each other, none had ever felt quite so intimate, so. . . tender.

“People are staring,” you whisper in his ear.

He pulls back, granting you a view of that rugged face you’d so dearly missed over the past month. “Don’t care,” he smarts. Then he kisses you properly, scandalizing the old ladies walking past - hell, he was even scandalizing you a bit.

“Okay Romeo,” you lean away, laughing when his lips attempt to chase yours. “Let’s not make any grandparents roll over in their graves with our excessive public displays of affection.”

With that he snorts before reluctantly setting you back on your feet, though not taking his hands from you. He doesn’t say much, just gazes into your eyes. Almost as if he was guzzling a glass of water after having gone days feeling parched, he takes you in, seeming more nourished as the seconds ticked by.

“What, do I have some lunch left on my face?”

There’s that wide grin you love so much. Bucky runs the backs of his knuckles along your jaw and murmurs, “Oh yeah, I missed you a ton.” His head dips down once more, gracing you with a kiss so ardent it steals your breath. A firm hand to his chest separates you and you remind him to behave.

He only laughs heartily and stoops down to retrieve his luggage and hat you’d apparently knocked off during your embrace. You hang his jacket over one of your arms, looping the other around his elbow. Together you walk out of Grand Central and onto the New York streets, feeling like a piece of you had just been restored.

-x-

Over the following weeks, you and Bucky are rarely apart from each other. If you aren’t sleeping or working, you’re together. Suffice it to say, absence had definitely made the heart grow fonder. During those days there was a near-imperceptible but also impossible-to-miss shift between you. In the moments of intense relief of being reunited, the gravity of the relationship dawned upon you. You wonder if you would ever have reached that point if not for the distance and time away forced upon you.

There was a particular night you truly felt the relationship deepen. August was quickly coming to a close, a sense of change coming in the air in the mornings and evenings. It was a Thursday. You and Bucky had generously - well, at the time it had felt generous, but it turned out to bear more likeness to disastrous - offered to cook dinner for the pair of you as well as Peggy and Steve. The other couple was extremely kind about the ordeal, but it had been a mess and barely edible. Thankfully there was plenty of wine and laughter around the table to make up for it.

Having set your eyes on cleaning up the remnants of your destruction of the boys’ kitchen, you were promptly shooed away by Peggy.

“No, no - you cooked for us, we’ll clean the dishes,” she commanded, practically booting you into the living room.

You collapse onto the couch with a huff, not having realized how much time you’d spent standing in the kitchen over a meal that was most definitely not worth the effort. Without much grace Bucky plopped down next to you, head knocking against the back of the sofa, hand searching for yours.

“I really am sorry, Bucky, I told you Mom hadn’t passed down her exceptional cooking skills to me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I have a thing or two I can teach you,” he winks before closing his eyes.

“Although I do feel like we owe Peggy and Steve some sort of tangible apology for making them sit through that.”

He waves his free hand flippantly. “They’ll be fine, they’re big kids. Be thankful you weren’t around for Peg’s burnt pot roast debacle. I don’t think I’ll ever see angrier tears again in my life.”

The faint sound of running water from the kitchen combined with the clattering of dishes signals that Steve and Peggy were no doubt side by side in front of the sink, shirt sleeves rolled up and out of the way, bumping elbows in their homey little chore. Bucky talks about his work in the garage while idly flipping pages of a textbook he’d placed in his lap. He dutifully asks after your coworkers, expresses genuine care and concern for them which never fails to warm your heart.

A hum of conversation floats into the room and you give in to your exhaustion slightly, dropping your head to Bucky’s shoulder. “Are they okay? Sounds serious.”

“Work stuff,” he mumbles. “Not that you hadn’t guessed it, but they have a hard time leaving it in the office. Which is understandable considering what they do.” Bucky shifts his arm up, offering you a place to wiggle beneath it, nice and cozy in his side.

“Mmm, saving the world and all. I mean, at least it sounds like a better talk than the one we walked in on after the baseball game.”

“That was definitely a doozy. Apparently it turned out okay and they seem to be better off because of it. Steve said something about how getting everything out into the open always suited them better than keeping feelings to themselves.”

“Makes sense, I suppose. So tell me what your latest lesson is about, maybe I can help.” Bucky pours over paperwork he’d retrieved from the desk in his room, calling attention to marks he’d made on diagrams that had confused him, underlining terms for which he had a hard time finding definitions. For quite a while you work like that on the couch, listening, pointing things out, doing your best to help where you could and encourage where you couldn’t.

You hadn’t noticed how heavy your eyes had gotten until Peggy’s voice fills the room, causing you to bolt into sitting upright again. “You better leave soon or the neighbors will start talking,” she halfway teases before offering a graceful wave; both you and Bucky mutter goodbyes.

“I’m leaving soon, I promise,” you call out before the front door clicks shut as Steve and Peggy step outside for a moment to themselves.

Minutes later Steve comes back down the hallway, sleepily bidding you both goodnight before slinking to his bedroom.

“Ugh, the walk home is going to be horrible. We waited way too late tonight.”

“I know, I know,” Bucky sighs. “Just listen to my essay about the benefits of having a key-based ignition in the future and then I’ll take ya home.”

“Okay,” you agree, eyes drooping as you focus on his steady tone.

The next thing you know, a door squeaks open. A few heavy footsteps move in your direction and you hear Steve murmur, “Oh.”

You squint one eye, then the other open against the sunlight streaming through the living room windows. Looking around, your confusion only heightens when you realize you’re in the boys’ apartment. Moving to prop up on an elbow you glance to your side to see Bucky fast asleep on the couch, his shirt rumpled from where your face had just been plastered. A pile of textbooks and sheets of paper is in disarray around Bucky’s feet. Steve was standing in the doorway from the kitchen, looking slightly uncomfortable and a little worried in his blue striped cotton pajama set peeking from under his robe.

Swiping a hand across your eyes you realize with dismay that you’re still wearing makeup, which is now smeared all over your face. “What. . . what time is it?” you groan.

Steve looks to the clock on the wall. “Uhh. . . a little after eight.”

“Well that’s not so bad for a Saturday.”

“It’s. . . it’s Friday.”

“SHIT!” you clamber to your feet.

Your exclamation startles Bucky awake, looking as disoriented as you felt and extremely bothered by the anxiety you’re radiating.

“Oh my gosh, this is horrible, this’ll ruin me - we slept together!”

Bucky looks down at his mussed clothing hurriedly before confirming everything was where it had been the previous night. “Well, technically-”

“Shut it,” you snap as you dart around the apartment. “I stayed overnight in your home, society doesn’t care about technicalities. Oh my god, I’m going to be late for work by the time I get back to my apartment to change clothes. Flannery is either going to kill me or worse, fire me - WHERE ARE MY DAMN SHOES!” 

“I’m gonna start a pot of coffee,” Steve says to Bucky before slipping from the room.

“Baby, take a breath-”

“I don’t even have time for that, why didn’t I just go home early last night? Where did I put my purse?”

“Honey, it’s gonna be okay, will you stop for a minute?” 

Eyes wide you spin to him, arms thrust out. “How is this going to be okay? Debbie probably worried about me all night AND she’s going to think I’m easy for staying at my boyfriend’s so she probably won’t want to live with me anymore-”

Suddenly Bucky’s hands grip your shoulders, forcing you to a stop. “Hey,” he says firmly, yet with a touch of gentleness. “You’re gonna call Debbie right now and tell her it was too late last night, so you slept over at Peggy’s. Would it be worse to show up to work late or not go in at all?”

“Probably show up late, she’s a stickler for punctuality,” you squeak, heart still beating out of your chest.

“Then call in sick after you talk to your roommate. You’ve been a model employee, even Flannery knows people get sick sometimes. Take another deep breath for me - there ya go. No one has to know that we accidentally fell asleep on the couch, Steve’s not gonna say anything to anyone, okay?”

You only nod, too focused on stopping the hyperventilating.

“You’re alright, c’mere.” Drawing you into his chest, you press your forehead into it, willing your tense muscles to relax. “I’m due at Harvey’s garage today, how about you come with me? I know he’d love to see you and it’d feel good to be working together again, right? We can stop by your place on our way over so you can change. How does that sound?”

Even amid the panic a part of your heart keened at the comfort Bucky was providing, at the feeling of being cared for.

A few minutes later, your relieved roommate and a surprisingly sympathetic Flannery had been called and placated. After you’d calmed down, Steve offers you coffee and cereal while Bucky changes into the coveralls Harvey had given him; Steve threatened Bucky that if he skipped breakfast again, he’d tell Winnifred.

Before you know it you’re in the garage, playfully sticking out your tongue at Harvey’s teasing about playing hookie. You forget how much working with your hands brings you peace until you’re doing it again - the stress wound in your back eases as you help Bucky on a tune-up. With a hip propped on the front of the car, you watch as Bucky follows the checklist, testing the functions of various parts to make sure they’re up to snuff.

For the first time that tumultuous morning you take a look at the man next to you. What you see sends a ripple of unease through your gut. Even though you’d both slept like the dead last night, the dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced than they should have been and you find yourself mentally going over the last few days to remember if they were there earlier. With only his health in mind, you notice the coveralls are little looser than when he’d first tried them on for you.

“Bucky,” you ask. He hums in question from beneath the hood. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, why?”

“I’m not trying to make conversation, I really want to know if you’re okay. You look tired. Well, you’ve been looking tired.”

He straightens and arches a sardonic brow. “That your way of saying I look ugly today?”

“Stop it, I’m being serious.”

“I mean, I feel tired but it’s been busy. Nothing different than usual.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“Enough.” He wipes grease from his hands before shutting the hood, evading your eyes.

“So that’s a no on sleeping. Between two jobs and school, you’re going to run yourself ragged.”

“School’s almost over.”

“You still have two more months!”

There’s a flash of emotion in his eyes you can’t quite identify before he consciously smooths it over. “I’m fine, doll. Really. I just. . .” You wait patiently. You almost think he’s not going to finish when he says, “I wanna work hard and do this right. All this is so I can have a better life. . . and so you can have one too.” He finally turns his eyes back to yours. “I’m afraid that if I don’t give this all I have, I won’t be good enough to pull it off. And I really want this to work.”

Internally you debate with yourself. More than anything you want to reassure him, to soothe him, to fix all his fears and problems. But there’s also a part of you reminding yourself that that’s not your job. It’s Bucky’s life, not yours. The last thing you wanted was to become a nag and drive him further away. 

You smile and drop the matter, hoping he’d take your concern gracefully. The rest of the day you work in semi-comfortable silence, each tip-toeing around the other and the subject.

That night, Bucky tosses and turns, your conversation playing over in his head. Maybe he’d been too harsh, maybe he should have been more gentle. Maybe he should take your advice and stop washing windows. But another voice (one that smacks of his father) pushes back, insists that all the work was necessary if he wants to be successful, to have a brighter future.

Finally, he drifts into a restless sleep, the all-consuming thoughts of a better life for himself and for you finally fading. Or so he thought.

-x-

Cold. Cold cold cold. He’d been on that fucking hill for hours with his belly buried in dirt, waiting. Waiting waiting waiting. Funny how this job required hours of waiting and only seconds of action.

Eyes slant to the watch he’d taken off and propped up on a stone. Nine minutes to go. Willing feeling to return to his hands, he flexed his grip on the familiar weapon he’d been cradling for hours.

To calm his mind, he runs the math again - latitude, wind speed, relative motion. Check, check, check.

The radio laying in the reeds buzzed softly with the other Commandos reporting in, just loud enough for him to hear. 

“He’s on the move, Barnes,” Jones relayed from his post across the street from the church, of which Bucky had a clear line of sight from his position. Bucky leans in, one eye shut against the world so he could zero in through his scope.

The target appeared in the shadows of the doorway. Schmidt’s rumored new right-hand-man, Karl Fischer, almost as psychotic as Hydra’s leader. Falsworth had been able to get chummy with some of his men over drinks the night before, learn the faction was storing weapons in the sanctuary’s basement. Parishioners had shared that their priest had mysteriously disappeared after refusing to agree to the commander’s demands last week.

Bucky knew that the individual he watched confer with Fischer was by no means a man of God, unless priests now walked around with crooked collars and Hydra weaponry stashed in their back waistband. 

The conspirators shake hands before leaning in to undoubtedly whisper two words that he had grown to loathe as they were murmured over him dozens of times while he lay strapped to an operating table in Azzano.

They pull apart and the target takes one step down the stairs.

Bucky’s finger holds tension tight on the trigger.

Two steps.

There’s a thought nibbling at the back of his mind. Begging for attention. But there’s no time.

Three steps.

The rifle’s kickback slams into his shoulder as his eye remains trained on the commotion in his scope.

Bucky blinks.

Fischer was still standing.

Had he missed? Were his calculations off? He fires again and finally sees the wretched man crumble. Then Bucky sees the other form on the ground and his stomach drops.

He hadn’t missed. Not totally.

Radio and watch forgotten on the ground he bolts for the trees, for the Harley he’d stashed beneath fallen branches before the sun had come up.

The rest of the Commandos were following the plan, corralling Fischer’s cronies before they could spread news of their leader’s demise. 

Dugan shouts something at him as he speeds into the square, all but leaping off the bike when he nears the church.

Bucky’s presence perturbed Steve; if Bucky was here, something was wrong. Stepping over the score of soldiers he’d already managed to incapacitate for the time being, he rushed to meet his friend.

“Buck, what’re you-”

He ducked a shoulder into Steve - which was more like hitting a brick wall - to move past him to the church steps.

Heavy footfalls take him over the long-dead Fischer to the small body one stair above him where Bucky comes to kneel. 

Her hair was dark, like his sisters’. She was young like them too. Except he’d never seen this much blood from one of their scraped knees.

A local. Had probably been praying inside before she went about the rest of her day. The overturned basket with meager rations strewn down the steps taunted him. 

Bucky struggled to make sense of what happened. Fischer must have slipped or perhaps had a premonition and used her as a shield right as the shot had been fired.

A shot that had taken a blameless life. Bucky’s shot.

He wasn’t naive. He knew every action taken by each soldier sent ripple effects that altered the lives of many - but he’d never been face-to-face with the outright consequence of his profession.

Being so focused on Fischer, he hadn’t even noticed another person in the vicinity. And this young woman he held - when had he started holding her? - had paid the price for it.

Gradually Bucky became aware of Steve’s insistent tugging on his shoulder.

If they broke down over every innocent caught in the crossfire they would all have lost their minds by now. Everyone had to harden that part of themselves - not for convenience, but for survival. Bucky thought he’d mastered the act, but this girl couldn’t be much older than Evie. 

“Steve, I-” Bucky sees his anguish reflected in the blue eyes of his best friend.

“I know, Buck. I’m sorry. But they’ve got her.”

Suddenly he’s sees the other villagers surrounding them, grief tracking down their cheeks. Reaching to take her away from him, to weep and mourn this sweet loved one whose time on earth was finished.

Staggering to his feet, Bucky swayed at the blood covering his clothing. Steve steadied him with an iron grip on his arm, a hand to his back.

“Mea culpa,” Bucky whispers against the wind, the sight of her unmoving eyes burning into his memory.

She wasn’t getting a better life. Why should he?

Chapter Fifteen

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Jupiter - The Bringer of Jollity

George Luz/Reader

A/N: This is what happens when I listen to Gustav Holst’s The Planet five times a day. Inspired by the fourth movement of the suite: Jupiter - The Bringer of Jollity. You can listen to it here.

Synopsis: There’s nothing that brings more joy in your life than George Luz.

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There is nothing George wants to see more than your pretty little face. Your body. Your presence. You are the reason why he looks forward to the end of the work day, driving home just to see you at home, looking beautiful as ever. He longs to feel your touch after a long day at work, to be cured of whatever ailment simply by just the sound of your voice. You are the love of his life—he’s proclaimed it seventy times, still not enough.

He races up the steps of your West Warwick home, practically shoving the keys into the keyhole and unlocking the door. The day you agreed to come home with him after the war was the happiest day in George Luz’s life. He asked you on V-E day, despite knowing that you both would get shipped out to the Pacific at any given day. You didn’t think twice before throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him all over his face.

When the war ended before you guys could get shipped out, George started talking about buying a house and living out the rest of his life with you. He started talking serious business about living together, where you would want to live because you were from the West Coast and he was the prodigal son of the East Coast. You simply smiled and told him you’d follow him wherever. Just as long as you were with him.

“Honey, I’m home!” he exclaimed loudly, his voice almost echoing throughout the household. He throws his keys on the table and smiles when he hears your footsteps down the hallway.

“Hi, baby!” You ran right into his arms, allowing him to wrap around you and while your face was smushed against his chest. Today had been your day off from work, but George still had work today, leaving a big fat kiss on your cheek before he left this morning. You looked so peaceful while sleeping, he didn’t want to wake you, instead whispering a faint Bye, sweetheart. I love you. I’ll be back this afternoon.

“How’s my favorite girl today?” he asked when you pulled away, kissing the top of your head while your arm was still wrapped around his waist.

“Pretty good, I slept in, and oh! Georgie—“ you grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen where his eyes widened to the size of golf balls. “I made you a pie.”

George loves a good pie. Definitely not more than he loves you—you’re number one in his heart, but pies take number two. Pies just taste better when you make them. Every time you make him a pie, his heart melts and he falls even deeper in love you because his favorite person made his favorite thing. It’s a win-win situation. He looked at the pie, a chocolate cream pie, and then back at you before pulling you back into his tight embrace and peppering your face with kisses. “God, I love you, babe! I love you so much! How did I deserve such an amazing woman? The world will never know!”

“Aw, George, I do it because I love you,” you said, knowing that your boyfriend would definitely complain about not getting you anything in return even though he didn’t need to.

“Babe! You’re amazing!” He pulled you back into his arms for another bear hug, resting his chin on the top of your head while his hand rubbed circles on your back. “Lucky for you, I got you something too, shmucks.”

“George, do really don’t have to get me anything, y’know.”

“Nah. I got it for you after I got off from work.”

“No, baby, you didn’t have to,” you pleaded, feeling bad every time this happened.

“Babe, can’t a man spoil his girlfriend?” George loves spoiling you. Ever since you two got together, he loved to give you things rather than to receive them. During the war, it had been little knick knacks that he found in houses—he once gifted you a hen’s egg—and when you moved out to Rhode Island, George quickly found himself going into shops to find you a gift. It doesn’t matter what day of the week or what time it is, George Luz loves to spoil his girl. “Turn around, Y/N, I want this to be a surprise.”

You were hesitant to comply with his request, expecting a silly gift like a bouquet of flowers he got from the neighbor’s front yard or a muffin because he thought it looked like you, but every gift from him is a gift you love. It was until George turned you around himself that you stood with your back against him, mind racing with what he had in store for you now—your little bundle of joy.

“Oh, babe. You’re gonna love this,” he said, knowing that you had no idea what he was doing.

You giggled. “Can I turn around now?”

“No! I’m nervous!”

“George, you’ve given me gifts like, all the time.”

“This one is different! It’s special!”

You grinned and shook your head. You always wonder how you managed to score a man like George, he was God’s ray of sunshine and the only man in the world who would challenge the wits of Apollo, he is the thunder that storms bring, and he is Jupiter, the bringer of jollity. You always wonder, but you never questioned because you always knew that he was meant for you. Loving George Luz was the best decision you have ever made.

Your head tells you that he probably got you another set of utensils for the so-called dining collection, but your heart thumps so loud in a sea of uncertainty you’re sure he can hear it. “Okay, babe. You can look now.”

When you turn around, you don’t find George in front of you, but instead, he is on one knee with a ring in his hand. No velvet box like the movies and books suggest, but this is everything beyond your dreams.

Your initial reaction is shock, complete and utter shock at the sight of your man—George motherfucking Luz—kneeling on the floor right in front of you. You always knew that this would be the man you’d want to marry, the same man you’d commit yourself to be with forever without a second thought, but you still found your heart to skip a beat when the ring flashed before your very eyes.

“Y/N, babe, I—“

“Yes!” You fling yourself into George’s arms, not even allowing him to finish his speech because you already knew what your heart wanted.

He catches you in his chest, your nose buried into the crook of his neck as he stands back up and covers your face in kisses. He’s overwhelmed, even more than you are. He’s glad you said yes, but he’s also grateful that you agreed without any convincing from him.

“God—“ he said in between kisses, “I can’t believe you said yes, oh my God, I love you so much.”

Tears filled your eyes in joy and excitement, too many emotions in your head to comprehend the feeling in your chest. “Georgie—“

“Oh, babe, why are you crying? This is great!” he exclaimed, trying to get your spirits up. “We’re gonna get married!” He paused. “Oh, God. We’re gonna get married. We’re gonna get married!” He grabbed your hands and immediately started to jump, tapping his toes on the floor of your house like a five year old. “We’re gonna get married! Oh, boy! Isn’t that great, Y/N?! We’re gonna get married!”

“I know, baby!” You kissed his cheek, letting a tear fall down your cheek and George wiped it right off with his thumb. “This is great! This is so, so awesome! I love you!”

“I love you, too, babe!” He placed a firm kiss on your lips before his attention flew to the open kitchen window. “God, we should let the neighbors know. I think they’re still mad from the last time when I took flowers from their front yard, but I hope not!” George took you by the hand and dragged you to the sink, practically shoving both of your heads out the window. “We’re getting married, guys! Can you believe it?! Woohoo!” he screamed out the window, followed by a string of giggles from you.

God, you loved George. It was never for the small gifts he gave you or the idea of a domestic life after the war, it was always about him. He was always a special kind of guy whether you knew him personally or not. He brought joy to the world, your world, and you never wanted him to leave. You always wanted him, and now you could have him forever.

You looked at him and that stupid and charming smile on his face and it was like falling right back in love with him back in Aldbourne when he’d walk all the way to the home you were being quartered in despite being two blocks away. Back to Holland where he kissed you during the liberation festivities in Eindhoven. Back to Bastogne when he told you that he loved you. Back to Austria when he asked you to come back home with him.

Your hand went to caress his cheek with your thumb, admiring the man who was now your fiancé. “This is the best gift you have given me.”

“So those murder utensils I gave you last week wasn’t the best?” he scoffed, trying to act like he was disappointed even though he just got engaged seconds ago—peak George Luz.

“You mean kitchen knives, George?” you laughed. Murder utensils.

“Y’know, babycakes, this ring was nothin’! Cost me a couple hundreds only.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “But I guess makin’ you Mrs. Luz is great, too.”

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Early 1900′s Sanders Sides AU

Okay so, this is kinda weird. Honestly it pretty much stemmed from Patton’s clothing choice, and also that if you look up 1950′s dad, a lot of the formal looking ones look like they could be something Logan would wear. 

I am pretty sure a lot of this isn’t exactly historically accurate. I tried with the time periods and dates, but I’m not all sure what’ll be accurate and what wont be. Honestly it’s for fun....and angst....and an excuse to make Logicality 1950′s dads, as well as Virgil being around when rock and roll and the whole bad/punk movement first rolls in, the coming of Elvis, ect. Also Prinxiety, they’d be young adults with the first LGBTQ+ movements ever so....yeah? This is just for fun, so apologies if things aren’t horribly accurate. I don’t mean to be disrespectful at all with this. If I got things wrong, please correct me and I’ll try and fix it! 

 Feel free to add on! 

!! 1950's AU Thing !!

-Patton grew up with an absent father- not that he had the choice. His father was always drafted to the wars of the time. -Patton was born in 1921. His father survived WWI, came back, woohooed with mom, and they had Patton. -Due to all of the wars and only living with his mother and twin brother (deceit, my name for him is Delyn), they weren't very rich. Patton stopped going to school at the age of 13 (this is in 1934) to help support their family. He was a newspaper boy, did chores, and for a short while factory work. -His education was limited, he doesn't know how to read much above 5/6th grade level, and he can't do math. -Found out he was gay in 1936. Being raided in a early Christian home he was ashamed and didn't dare come out. He found out when a cute older boy pulled him aside after factory hours and they kinda kissed, a lot (not much more than make-outs happened.) That said kid got drafted two weeks later for military, never saw him again. -He lived through several wars. America went into WWII, when he was just 20. -His father was drafted, and died soon after. -He meets 20 year old Logan out in the streets. It was nighttime, and there were major war threats. Patton had went out on a grocery run, Logan was exiting a bookstore. One of the first bomb threats happened while they were out. Patton and Logan both saw each other on the streets, complete strangers. Patton was close to home so he drug Logan on with him to their bomb shelter. Nothing ended up happening, false alarm, but he and Logan were pretty inseparable. since -Patton was drafted in 1943 to go over seas. He was unable to stay for long due to a major head injury, and also the fact that his sexuality was found out. He luckily healed pretty fine, it did worsen his eyesight and balance. He returned and much of the town he was from knew he was gay. He dealt with slander and names, but he was home and that’s all he could care about.

-Logan wasn't drafted because he has a few medical problems. -Logan had grown up on a farm and did heavy work from a young age. He has a fucked up back, and horrible eyesight. -He ran away and was put in an orphanage from the age of 10-17. During that time he worked in factories. -He ran away because he wanted an education. The nice orphanage lady offered to teach him to read. He's pretty fluent and knows a lot pertaining to science.

-Logan told Patton in private that he too was gay shortly after Patton came out to the town. Patton helped him keep a secret. -They moved into a house in the suburbs together shortly after, still in their early 20's. No one knew for sure that Logan was gay, so he was the one to go out and get what they needed, work, etc.  -They can't get married, especially publicly. But, they know. -Can't adopt kids either, even though Patton desperately wants a family.

-Logan gets them a cat and they name him Thomas ( ;) ) -Good news though (I mean, not really /good/) Logan's sister (he has a sister-) had a kid a year before -She ended up passing away, and Logan was first to get custody of the kid, Virgil (at this point he's only 1, Logan and Patton are both 24, it's 1945) -Technically, they got to keep him :))

-Bad news, they are still constantly under the threat of bombs  -Threats get worse with introduction of atomic and nuclear bombs -One of the worst happens in 1947. Virgil is 3, and Logan and Patton are 26 -Think of the beginning scene of Narnia where there's heavy gunfire, planes, etc -They were in the bomb shelter for days, Logan and Patton both practically clinging to their 'son', fearing for their lives -They manage to survive. -WWII ends, so fear slowly dies down, but it's always there, especially after America enters the Korean war and Cold war in later years

-Virgil is 5 in 1950, Logan and Patton are 29. -He goes to school. He's instantly one of the 'delinquent kids'. Oof one of the first punks at only 5. -Logan and Patton love him dear, and happily raise him, and vow to protect him at any cost.

-Logan is still in the closet about being in love with Patton. The only ones who know are Patton and Virgil. -Virgil doesn't talk much at school, but he does a lot at home. -Virgil calls Logan a bunch of names. 'Ma' 'Mama' 'Lo' -He calls Patton 'Dad' and other fatherly names.

-Virgil really likes the first comings of rock and roll. -When he turns 8/9, oh boy, it's all over for the 'squares; in school. Instant fan of Elvis -Manages to catch a certain boy's eyes.

-This boy is Roman Prince

-Roman has one mom and mom’s best friend (at least to the public. he’s got two moms. one is his birth mom, the other is her gf/wife)

-He understands the situation of ‘Don’t tell anyone about my parents’ when he finds out about Virgil’s dads

-They’re best buds literally all throughout elementary school, middle school, and highschool

-Boy do these guys not separate. Ever. 

-Roman becomes a local singer/performer. Virgil writes some of his songs. 

-Both were 25 when the first LGBT movements came around, and they sure as hell took part in all they could. 

-Cough cough

-You bet your ass that Patton and Logan got married when it became legal- even though they’d be in their mid 90′s. 

#sanders sides #au #patton sanders #patton #logan sanders #logan #virgil sanders #virgil #roman sanders #roman #prinxiety #logicality #logan writes

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6, 8, 9, 16 please? :D

WOOHOO THANK YOU! <33333 I’ve done the whole lot of these for my DW, as it happens, because I always like thinking about and answering all the questions, so here are my answers from there (and if I add anything here I’m totally going back and adding it in XD )

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list? I'd have said the sequel to the ridiculous Christmas AU, but I started that yesterday, so it'll be the Sigrid and Tauriel side-fic to Empty Vessel. Oh, and I am absolutely percolating a fic in which Legolas finally gets himself together and goes home to reconcile with his Ada, ably abetted by Tilda nagging him every time she sees him, a letter from Bard, and Elladan and Elrohir pointing out to him that if they could have their mother returned to them they’d do anything to make it happen, and he’s wasting time dicking about with the Dúnedain when he ought to be going home and patching things up with Thranduil.

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it? I don't think so. I dunno, I think I’ve written pretty much every idea I’ve had, at this point. Last year I rather got over my fear of writing ludicrously long-form fic, so...(on the other hand it still scares me the amount I’ve still got to do on my various long-form WIPs XD ) 9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January? At least a couple of chapters of the Christmas AU sequel, a few more chapters of Break You, and possibly finishing By Your Side so I can get on with the third part of that story (in which I get to have enormous fun with Aragorn meeting Arwen, and the events of the War of the Ring). I do also have to get back on with Empty Vessel, because I haven’t touched that in a month.

16. Do you have that one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? Will this be the year, come hell or high water, that it WILL get finished and posted? I suppose By Your Side and the third part of It's Always Been You count for this, given that they’re based on (or rather have sprung from) something I was writing 18 years ago, but which I rewrote and finished last year. I am determined to get them sorted this year. Other than that I don’t have much hanging around that I’m actually bothered about writing (I have a Rivendell-set AU with an OFC that I started in about 2002 but I like my current version of the characters and pairings (which are different to that AU, mostly because when I began it I hadn’t yet figured out that the twins are basically one of my OTPs, and Glorfindel/Erestor are one of my others) too much to be bothered going back to sort that one out).

As it happened, I did add some stuff! Going back to DW to embroider. :D <333333

Any more for any more?

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[spideycentral]

Tony Revolori on Letting Go in the Audition Room, ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming,’ + Wes Anderson

When Tony Revolori’s father, Mario Quinonez, was a 14-year-old in Guatemala, he received his first pair of shoes. When Revolori was 15, he became the first person in his family to visit Europe, at the invitation of Wes Anderson, to audition for a film that eventually won four Academy Awards.

The opportunity was the fulfillment of a dream his father had initially had for himself, though he never advanced beyond working as an extra after immigrating to America. “He was too shy to actually be on camera and say lines,” Revolori explains while sitting in the Beekman Hotel’s Fowler & Wells restaurant in mid-May. But once Quinonez became a father, acting seemed a good way for Tony and his older son, Mario Revolori (they use their paternal grandmother’s name professionally), to start saving for college. “ ‘I would love for you guys to be actors, but I would never force that upon you,’ ” Revolori remembers his dad saying.

It was two years before Revolori’s trip to meet Anderson that his dad sat him and Mario down to ask, “What is it that you love?” The boys chose acting and music. (Revolori also sings and plays four instruments.) “He was like, ‘Great. Well, that’s your 9-to-5 job now,’ ” Revolori recalls. From then on, the family drove the 60-mile round trip from Anaheim, California, to Los Angeles “more than seven times a week for auditions,” with the duo “getting rejected a thousand times a year.”

Then they auditioned for an untitled Wes Anderson project. The director considered tapes of thousands of kids from numerous countries for the role of Zero, the teenage lobby boy who engineers the prison escape of his concierge mentor (Ralph Fiennes), kills his would-be killer (Willem Dafoe), and inherits the Grand Budapest Hotel. Two possibilities emerged—Mario and Tony—before Anderson sent the latter a plane ticket.

As an unaccompanied minor, he remembers, “I stayed there for 17 hours while the flight there was 14 hours, both ways.” He returned to the States without the part. Instead, Revolori and Anderson exchanged many emails. “I would tape myself doing the whole entire script,” he says. “It was basically pseudo-rehearsal,” and he began to think of Anderson “very much like a godfather to me in terms of acting.” Four months later, he got the offer for the film that would lead the young talent not only to the 2015 Oscars, but to “Dope,” the Sundance Film Festival hit that was so well attended, James Franco “couldn’t get a seat” and stood in the back for one screening.

The Rick Famuyiwa film about sweet, high-achieving ’90s-lovers out of Inglewood, California, who find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time launched a studio bidding war and was nominated for the festival’s Grand Jury Prize. Casting director Kim Coleman had Revolori try out before anyone else, but in total, he “auditioned for the project maybe 20 times,” he says, reading with different potential co-stars. Once again, at the very end, he was pitted against his brother. This would happen a third time, for a recurring role on the combination live-action-animated series “Son of Zorn,” which was canceled in May after one season on Fox. “That was the one time my brother audibly said, ‘I fucking hate you. This is bullshit. It’s unfair,’ ” admits Revolori. “I was like, ‘It 100 percent is, but I’m going to take the part.’ ”

Last year, around the time he was filming his latest project, “Spider-Man: Homecoming” (out July 7), Revolori had an epiphany. “When you walk into an audition room, and you go in with such desperation that you want this, they smell it and they’re like, ‘Nope, immediately no,’ ” he says. “The thing that happened that pushed me over the edge was auditioning with a couple of people, and then them saying, ‘Oh, no, we’re not going to cast you because you’re brown.’ So I said, ‘Fuck this,’ and the next audition I went to, I didn’t give a shit.” He booked that job. Now, he sometimes cold-reads on purpose. “When you don’t need [the part], they want you so much more,” he explains, especially if you “mix that in with confidence, not arrogance.” Since relaying this discovery to Mario, Revolori says, “he’s been booking nonstop.”

“Spider-Man: Homecoming” will bring together a cadre of Marvel heavy hitters, including Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr.), Captain America (Chris Evans), and Vulture (Michael Keaton). Revolori auditioned to play the best friend to Peter Parker (Tom Holland), Ned Leeds, but was awarded a larger role in Flash Thompson, Parker’s high school rival who eventually becomes Agent Venom. The casting marks the 21-year-old’s first unlikable character.

Without being asked, Revolori says he gained 55 pounds of muscle to play Thompson, who’d been reconceptualized for this film as a rich kid rather than a jock. Still, he reasoned, “I’m not white, I’m not blond [with] blue eyes”—as the character was in the comics—“but I’m me, and I’m going to do my best to emulate that character for you guys, because this is who it’s for.”

Until he joined the Spider-Man franchise, Revolori says, “I’d never been in a place where it takes you two hours for four takes of a scene, just because they have all the stunts.... I felt like I couldn’t get in a rhythm.” On the plus side, “They can afford to be a little bit more lenient and say, ‘Well, what if we try this? We can change this scene completely.’ ” The same can’t be said for indies. “It’s a lot different,” he says. “You work on something like ‘Dope,’ you drive yourself to set, [work with] a very small crew, and you’re all just working day and night as hard as you can, there are no breaks…. You’re on your feet and you’re moving—’cause you have to be.”

On this new role in “Spider-Man,” he says, “I feel like that’s a better move for my career. I want to be respected by my peers and be a prestige actor.” That’s not to say he wants to remain solely in front of the camera; he also wants to direct one day, as well as stay active in the theater. (In February, he made his West End debut in Stephen Karam’s play “Speech and Debate,” about a teacher-student sex scandal.) “I also don’t mind doing superhero movies and what makes kids smile,” he says.

Despite his many illustrious collaborators, Revolori’s most valued piece of industry advice comes from someone he met only once. His mother works at a restaurant in Studio City, and around the time he and Mario told their dad that their passion was acting, she called home to alert them that Dick Smothers—half of the legendary comedy duo the Smothers Brothers—was there having breakfast with his wife. Thanks to YouTube, “I was a huge fan,” says Revolori, so he and Mario dashed over.

“We walk up to him and we shake his hand and we talk to him, and it’s amazing!” Revolori gushes. When they informed him that they were budding actors, Smothers (who once gave a 22-year-old Steve Martin a job) said, “ ‘You guys remind me a lot of me and my brother [Tom],’ ” and proffered this bit of wisdom, made especially poignant by the fact that Smothers later declared bankruptcy: “ ‘Treat everyone like they’re the most important person in the world. Because guess what? Tomorrow they might be. Yesterday they might have been. Today they will be.’ ” As an early teen, Revolori says he replied, “ ‘Great, yeah, yay, woohoo, thank you!’ But as an adult, I understand that so much more now. And so that’s what I’ve tried to carry with myself as much as possible.”

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This week we're going to spend some time talking about down payment.  Like Closing Costs, or money that folks need to buy a home....there seems to be a lot of misinformation regarding this. Many banks, or lenders, will tell you different things...or different down payment dollar amounts that you will need because that is what THEIR lending institution will allow, but there's always more options.  Please remember that I am NOT a lender.  Please call or email Chris Berg at Pinnacle Mortgage for more information on any of these, or feel free to come to one of the classes.  We are here to help.  Chris's information is:  503-320-0925 & 

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FHA: FHA is the king loan as most folks will use this when buying a home.  Chris says that, with FHA, you can buy a home with as low as a 580 credit score, but it's rough...  620, or higher,  and you will love him. FHA requires the lowest down payment, and that is 3.5% of the purchase price.  If you have your down payment, the lender can help with your closing costs.  We will talk about Closing costs next week.  

Conventional: You can get a conventional loan with a down payment of 3% of the purchase price if you or the home meet certain criteria or 5% down if you make too much money for the program, but interest rates tend to be higher with this loan, and the best rates go to those folks with 720 or higher credit scores.  

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mortgage for 30 years.  Also only need a 620 credit score to qualify. Those are the pros.  Cons include higher interest rate on the 1st  mortgage, more closing costs, 3rdparty underwriting, and there is a max income (for all living in the home) that you have to be under. Chenoa Down Payment Assistance:  This is a cool option.  Works for multiple states (including WA and OR).  First mortgage is FHA and the 2nd

mortgage (if you are under the max income threshold) that covers your down payment is forgiven after you have made your on time payments for 36 months. Good news is that if you make more than the max income for the program you can still do it, you just have to pay the 2nd

mortgage back.  Cons are mostly in the fact that the rate for the 1stmortgage is higher than if you had a down payment. Long story short, there are several low/zero down payment options for you to consider.  You will always get a better deal if you have a down payment but if you don’t I have got you covered.

....and don't forget gifts.  If you have a family member who wants to help you, gifts can be used to help with your down payment, or earnest money.  This is actually quite common.  Another way to get a down payment is to use your 401k.  If you have a 401k, or retirement account, most of those have special options that you can use to get money out for your down payment.  So...whether you have your down payment, or you need help with a down payment... there are options, and help available  We are always here to answer any questions you might have.  It's what we do...  :-) Information is power, and I hope that I am able to help you.  Good luck, and as always...

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[senatorrorgana]

Something New - Three

a/n: first day back home and already got a new chapter done, woohoo! well, i didn't write this all in one day, i wrote it in little chunks over the week because, let's face it, i can never stop writing even on vacation :P hopefully you guys like this chapter, i had fun with it for the first time in forever, my brain needed that relaxation. <3

ao3: (x)

rating: m

           Cassian didn’t want to admit it out loud, he thought Jyn would think less of him if he talked to her about it. The truth was, he had no idea how to be a father, with his dying when he was so young and mother long being gone before he could even remember, he didn’t know how a normal family was supposed to function outside of a war zone. He never thought he’d need to know it honestly, thinking he would long be dead because of the war before he met Jyn, but now here he was – living a quiet life with his wife and soon-to-be mother of his child, but he had no idea of where to even begin with fatherhood.

           Jyn was the only one out of the two that had a memory and somewhat of an example of family life – granted her childhood wasn’t exactly normal either, but it was more stable than his had been. She knew how families were supposed to work…somewhat…while Cassian didn’t know where to even being, other than starting with just actually being there for the child’s life. What was he supposed to do when the baby cried? How he was supposed to know the difference between them needing a new diaper or needing to eat? What if the baby just hated him and wanted to be with Jyn all the time? There were so many unknowns and Cassian had the answer to none of them.

           “Cass,” Jyn said, one hand resting gently on his back while the other rested on her small now four-month-old bump, “honey, you’re burning the eggs.”

           “Oh, shit, sorry.” Cassian sighed, removing the pan from the stovetop and throwing out the burnt-up eggs, starting all over again.

           “Something wrong?” Jyn asked, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

           “No, just thinking about what I have to do to the homestead droids out there. One of them burnt up a fuse and the other I have no idea what happened to it, I have to open it up and see what’s going on.” Cassian said.

           “Oh, alright,” Jyn nodded, “but you do know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”

           “I know.” Cassian offered up a small smile and a chaste kiss to her forehead.

           He silently made up a plate for Jyn and placed down on the table in front of her, her gaze fixated on him as he walked away.

           “Aren’t you going to eat something?” she asked curiously.

           “No, I’m going out to the droids now, get them up and running.” Cassian mumbled.

           “They can wait, can’t they?” her voice was a bit more pleading now, trying to reach out to him and figure out what was really bothering him.

           “No, Kay said their circuits were pretty fried.” He replied, he needed to go clear his head.

           “I said no such thing.” The droid spoke up now, appearing from down the hall at the worst moment possible.

           “Cassian, are you sure you’re alright?” Jyn questioned, knowing the truth now thanks to Kay.

           “I’m fine!” He snapped, hating himself after seeing Jyn flinch. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m fine, I just need some air.”

           Without another word, Cassian made his way outside, the door slamming shut behind him. He just needed some time to himself, some time alone to think and process everything that was going through his mind. While he may not have known much about being a father, he knew snapping at Jyn back there certainly wasn’t a step in the right direction either. He cursed under his breath while he made his way to the workshop, trying to find something other than the droids to busy himself with.

           Jyn wouldn’t have cried normally, had her hormones been normal and not raging around inside of her, she wouldn’t have thought twice about it. But just that tone he took with her hit her the wrong way at the wrong time, and she started crying harder than she ever remembered doing so before.

           “Oh, well…this is new.” Kaytoo mumbled in the background, his bulky steps headed towards her before his cold metal hand pat her on the back gently. “There, there.”

           She wanted to say she was fine, but the crying wouldn’t stop and she just let Kaytoo keep going with his attempts to comfort her. Finally, five minutes later she calmed herself down, Kaytoo took a step back and waited for her to acknowledge him before saying anything else.

           “Thank you, Kay.” Jyn sniffled.

           “Of course.” Kay replied. “Would you like for me to go give Cassian a stern talk? I’ve read it’s not healthy for relationships to have unresolved anger issues, especially with a child coming into the family.”

           “No, it’s fine Kay, I’ll talk to him later.” Jyn wiped her eyes with the napkin before finally digging into her breakfast that had gotten a bit cold.

           “I could hold him upside down by his feet while you give him this talk.” Kay offered, getting a small laugh from her in response.

           “It’s fine. He didn’t mean it Kay, something else is bothering him and my hormones just got to me, you know Cassian isn’t like that normally, even when we fight.” Jyn offered up a smirk. “You know, this whole you being protective of me thing is a little weird.”

           “Don’t worry, once the child is born our relationship will return to normal.” Kay assured her. “Though, perhaps I am becoming a bit used to our new relationship, it will be strange to return to how it was.”

           “Things will work out.” Jyn sighed.

           “You’ve gained quite a sense of optimism since entering this marriage with Cassian, I find he’s more optimistic as well. Those are good attitudes to have when becoming parents, I’ve read that children pick up on positive emotions like that, even while still in the womb, which is why it’s of the upmost importance that you and Cassian resolve his anger.” Kay said.

           “Leave him to me.” Jyn replied.

           Jyn waddled her way out to the workshop, she hated that she had to waddle everywhere now already, she had to take things slow instead of her usual fast pace. When she finally arrived at the door, she took a minute to catch her breath before opening up the door. She wasn’t surprised to find him there at the workbench, tearing something apart and trying to fix it though it certainly wasn’t a droid.

           “What are you working on?” Jyn asked, walking up to him and resting one of her hands on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and feeling the tension in his shoulders.

           “Building a new homestead droid, I’ve gotten the parts over the years, just never had the time really.” Cassian replied, not wanting to look up at her and Jyn knowing that it was because he felt guilty still.

           Jyn moved behind him and started rubbing his shoulders, getting him to relax a bit before resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

           “You know you have to tell me what’s bugging you, Kay says it’s not healthy for you or the baby.” Jyn said.

           “I know.” Cassian sighed, dropping what he was working on and reaching up to take ahold of her hands. “I’m sorry.”

           “It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean anything with it.” Jyn assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Just tell me what’s wrong, please.”

           “I’m afraid that when this baby comes, I’m not going to have any idea what to do, how to be a good dad.” Cassian finally admitted, and after feeling the tension leave his body, she knew it was true.

           “I’m not going to have any idea either you know, on how to be a mom.” Jyn said.

           “But you had your parents, longer than I did at least, you know the basics.” Cassian replied.

           “Some of them, but I wasn’t exactly raised normally you know.” Jyn sighed. “We’re going to figure this out together, remember?”

           “I just…I don’t want to mess this up.” Cassian leaned into her embrace more.

           “You won’t, we won’t, we’ll get through this together, you know that.” Jyn assured him. “We get through everything together, that’s how we are.”

           Cassian looked up at her, stealing a quick kiss from her lips before finally grinning for the first time all day.

           “I’m sorry.” Cassian said.

           “It’s okay, we’ll be okay.” She assured him.

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