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beccabrnes hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: í never thought i could feel homesick for a place...
Me abt Edinburgh
I’ve been looking at airbnbs for the past hour :’D and I am so close to just booking something for next year already, but that would be stupid bc no one knows what Brexit will entail ( if it ever happens ). But no one wants to go with me :/
whisper something by James’ ear! a 1-10 rating will be given on how hard it makes him blush & flusters him (accepting) // @beccabrnes
Does the team know that Ma used to call you Chippy Chipmunk?
...and this is how you cheat the system. this is how you cheat, period. this is how you ruin a good man’s day, when all he was doing was minding his own business --- and perhaps trying to get lucky with someone or the other. all in all, this is how you embody the spirit of being a younger sister; if nothing else, being well aware there’s NOTHING your big brother can do to stop you, anyway. except now to reach over and muss Becca’s hair maybe a bit too enthusiastically.
‘ ...shut up, that was a long time ago! ‘
RATING: 10 --- ONLY BECAUSE THIS IS CHEATING. imagine trying to look cool to impress your new friends, and suddenly your little sister is cruelly spilling all your embarrassing childhood nicknames, back when you were a tiny chubby toddler............. because you’re not a Mama’s boy anymore. at all.
( @beccabrnes ) « con’t
EVERYTHING FELT SO wrong, and she wanted to crawl out of her own skin. Skin that, suddenly, felt even less right, compared to the version of her who, apparently, was unbreakable. She felt empty next to this other one; she’d carved herself clean and hollow, giving every GOOD bit of herself to everyone. — And then, she’d buried all of those good parts in the ground, six feet down in pine.
Her faith had gone down with her mother, and her confidence with her father. Optimism had been buried with one sister, and then the next. Any color, or hope had filled up her brother’s empty casket. And this one had lost all the same and yet someone had looked at her and decided to fill her back up.
She felt sick, and jealous, and so far from enough that she could barely get another angry word out.
“I ca—“ she lost her breath for a moment, bright eyes lost and darting. There was a weight on her chest and shoulders, bearing down. “I can’t. I can’t just walk in on some version of Steve who doesn’t know me and watch him measure me, pitying the OTHER HIM who doesn’t have YOU.”
At the admission, she wanted to scrub herself raw. All she had done was WALK THROUGH A DOOR and she had been faced with every inch of her inferiority. Every part of her that FELL SHORT was thrown into her face. She was weak — this her couldn’t die. She was graceless and struck out when she was mad, and preferred to be angry over sad or disappointed.
And she’d never liked herself. She could barely stand to see a version of herself who had managed to allow herself to be loved. TWICE, apparently.
“I can’t. This has nothing to do with you. Just go home, and I’ll be gone again before you know it.”
@beccabrnes asked: -makes him a nice home cooked meal for him-
IT’S BEEN A LONG FEW DAYS, steve having been on an undercover operation with sharon. it was gurgling work and not very fun but they managed to catch their guy and bring him back to base. SHIELD would be very happy. steve wold be even more happy when he cold change clothes and take a shower.
bike is parked in the garage as he dumps his shoes by the door and walks in. upon entry, he is hit with the smell of food. it makes his mouth water and stomach rumble. the american patriot couldn’t believe how hungry he was. tongue swipes to lick his lip. also, when was the last time someone cooked for him with a meal made with love?
“honey, i’m home.” he calls, mirth in his voice as things are left by the door and he walks in to find becca at the stove top. he comes in behind her, arms around her middle, a kiss placed on the top of her head. then he moves to her cheek and finally her neck. a trail of kisses and love bites before crystal hues peer over to observe what she’s cooking. “what’s for dinner?” he says against her cheek before stepping back and leaning against the adjacent countertop. “and, is it almost ready? i’m famished but would like to take a shower first.”
friendly reminder that James loves @rassembleur & @beccabrnes v much and would gladly die a thousand deaths for them.
HAPPY HANUKKAH, BUBBA!!! -gives gift one which is a hand knitted yellow sweater-
@beccabrnes
Bucky took the sweater, a grin already stretched across his face. Sure, yellow wasn’t a color he wore often, but it was bright and colorful, and the sweater itself was soft and warm. It even looked to be a little big which he not-so-secretly preferred. Hugging the sweater to his chest with one hand he reached over to pull Becca in for a hug with the other.
“Thanks, Bex. I love it. And your present is sitting there on the coffee table- please note how perfectly I wrapped it.”
drinking starters (accepting) // @beccabrnes ❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞
some things do not change, even half a century later; little sisters are still the main cause for grey hairs, even after everything he’s gone through --- everything they have gone through. everything he can barely believe they have gone through. and maybe this is why, when for once the cause for grievance is actually a very mild / very amusing one, James can’t help the smile that curls his lips. honestly, he’s got no idea where she got the bottle from... didn’t even notice her leaving the house today, though very clearly she did; maybe she’s right, whenever she teases him saying he’s getting old. but his job as big brother is done, as far as she lets him go --- reaching now to gently brush Becca’s hair off her face, amidst this comfy cocoon she’s made on the couch with blankets, pillows, and her new best friend --- tequila.
‘ gonna regret this in the morning, sis. ‘
send a ✉ for a christmas text message
[ text becca ] it is 6am and all three kids are still asleep. should i check if they are dead?[ text becca ] first time in 5 years that i get to enjoy a cup of coffee on Christmas morning BEFORE the crazies come downstairs[ text becca ] how are things in your household? are you already drowning in wrapping paper and tinsel?
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