#d3adhood

[halfdent]

@d3adhood 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : *__ " I'm not tired okay?! "

Damn  it  he  feels  like  this  young  man's  father  .  Lecturing  him  on  rest  .  A  sigh  passes  through  the  gaping  maw  &&  he  motions  through  the  room  to  sit  beside  the  latter  .

❝     Alright  ,  far  be  it  from  me  to  TELL  you  to  get  some  sleep  __  I  just  I  KNOW  &&  you  know  what  we're  up  against  here  ?  Well  our  futures  are  on  the  line  here  . 𝐀  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  at  something  no  one  else  is  going  to  offer us  ;  don't  waste  this  .  Maybe  YOU  don't  want  it  ...but  you  could  - you're better than fighting out there alone   .  You could live instead of struggle . A life  where  you  wouldn't  have  to  look  over  your  shoulder  all  the  time  .  Don't  you  want  that  ?  ❞   God  only  knows  he  misses  a  full  night's  rest , curled up next to his wife ... Gilda  . He  had  always  wanted  children  but  this  ... this  wasn't  that  .  So  he'd  tell  himself . 

Jason  was  a child  soldier  who  didn't  know  how  to  live  a  mundane  life  .  One  he  deserves  more  than  anyone  here  whether  he  was  willing  to  accept  it  or  not .  && NOT . So so be it . He could still set him on the right path , reign in his bluster . ❝    Get  some  rest .   ❞

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@d3adhood. tweetybird.

LAURA had dosed off on the couch. A book of poems strewn over her chest. She stirs when she hears him enter, familiarity of his cologne against her nostrils. She sighs and sits up a bit groggy, removing the novella gently and setting it on their cheap coffee table. She waits for Jason to get comfortable before she stretches and saunters toward him, draping her arms over his broad shoulders.

“Hey Baby--I...got somethin' I gotta tell you." she starts, brow furrowing as she swallows, stroking the side of his cheek. Her bright hazel-filled orbs meet his as they dance about with a wariness. "So... I've been late...for about three weeks..." she grits her teeth preparing the next sentiment, but hoping it occurs to him before it lifts from her lips. "I took three tests..." Laura concludes with a nod. She then continues after a soft beat. "They all came back positive..."

"Baby we...I'm pregnant."

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@d3adhood. tweetybird.

SHE knew where she'd find him. It took her many steps and a bold stride as she holds the hem of the expensive little red number she'd put on for tonight. Laura is honestly fuming, annoyed -- more than annoyed. Was she not worth his time?! Worth putting on a fucking suit? - apparently not. She doesn't even bother knocking, merely walks right in with an apparent glare.

"Oh good. You are home." she feigns interest with a brutal intonation. "Kay - goodnight." there's a jerk as she moves to make her exit.

[vintertsarn]

" why would i want that? " - being a shit to bucky cause why not! have another son bucky!

@d3adhood

"Why would you want some people t' NOT BE SCARED SHITLESS when you're in th' room?" Bucky snarked back rhetorically before continuing. "I dunno, Jason, maybe 'cause some 'a those people are SCARED ENOUGH as is? Can't get anything coherent out of someone whose knees you can hear shakin'. And hell, here's a thought; the other people in th' room sometimes are people that don't DESERVE to feel scared."

He paused, pressing his lips into a THIN LINE as he took a breath and placed his hands hands on his hips, shaking his head.

"Fear an' respect ain't th' same thing," he clarified, "even when it comes to the enemy. If you lose your shit in front of the WRONG GUY, let 'em get under your skin, it could cost you. An' if ya lose it in front 'a someone that needs your HELP...you're gonna make them eat that cost."