#'please avenge me... and then... allow the time you've paused to move again...'

[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 97 and 98 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 95 and 96 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-97: He Appears! The Mysterious World Champ!

The true objective of GeneX, hosted by Principal Samejima, was to find who it is that holds the "ultimate D card." Similarly, Ed Phoenix has been dueling in order to find the criminal who killed his father and walked away with that card. At the same time, the Dueling Pro League's World Title Match was about to get underway--one involving the Champion who has ruled over the Pro League for the past decade, DD. DD is also Ed's guardian, and his duel with Doctor Collector and his IQ of 200 gets underway. But their match is over in an instant--at the hands of DD, and the ultimate D card he used.

TURN-98: Activated at Last! The Ultimate D Card

Ed learns the truth--that DD, the World Champion, killed his father and stole his card--and is challenged to a duel.* Ed battles by making full use of his D-Hero cards, but just as it seemed that he was on equal footing with the World Champion, DD at last activates the ultimate D card, Bloo-D. Faced with this predicament, Ed... *Should note the preview text I translated for this mentioned that he was challenged "for the key Saiou entrusted him with," but... this wasn't actually mentioned, and DD challenged him to a "duel to the death." Though I guess that kinda works with how the dub tried to tie him to the Society of Light, lol.

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A smidge late, but episodes 97 and 98 are finalized!

Got ourselves an interesting two-parter here, as we circle back to Ed's season-long quest to find his father's killer and the ultimate D card stolen from him, introducing us to his foster dad DD. Why is DD his foster dad? As we find out, for reasons--ones related to wanting to keep tabs on the investigation into all that. But in the years since, DD's gone on to rule the Pro League for a decade, thanks in large part to the mysterious powers of the Light of Destruction within him--which, as Pegasus tells Samejima, is behind the Phoenixes' tragedy and... several other events in history. Ed gets closure with his dad at the end of it all, as our ultimate D Bloo-D absorbed him, and he gets to finally get his life moving again.

Very much enjoyed these two episodes for what they were in completing Ed's arc; I felt it pretty believable in GX's context, with how his motivations were fueled by finding his dad's killer now that he can do something about it, and his rise through the Pro League being to find the guy at the top who'd have his dad's Bloo-D. Also a nice touch is that, when he finds out DD only took care of him as a means to keep up to speed on the investigation into it, Ed discards any sense of respect he had for him (notably, Ed initially used "anata" (a more polite-yet-casual "you") with him, but once that revelation's made, he switches to the ruder "kisama" and calls him "human trash" for what he did). Both were also screenwritten by Shin Yoshida, and 98 in particular gets helped by the animation work from Tea Sun In's team.

Edit-wise, not as many as last time; I only touched up 97 in two spots, while 98 got more of the handful of fixes I made, totaling 10 for both episodes--97 was more consistency/quality-of-watching stuff, while 98 had that plus a couple of quick card fixes. Due to Tumblr’s dumb link limit in posts yeeting them out of the tags used for them and limiting their reach, and since I still wanted a visual element to it, I’ve made a separate post here with my usual fix/edit breakdown for the interested!

Quick housekeeping: made a quick revision to 95 to fix a consistency error in my translated credits; the name "Chan Yoon Lee" under the Key Animation credits should actually be "Chan Woong Lee;" since they're a Key Animator consistently on Chi Man Park's team, and the "Yoon Lee" name only shows up this once, it's fair to say it was a typo on the JP team's part. (EDIT, 7/6: Updated 98 to correct "an unique" typo in one of DD's lines, and reword another one about Bloo-D's absorbed souls later on.)

Anywho, enjoy! Next up, I'll be working on 99-101 which work nicely to continue from where 98 leaves us as we start getting into Season 2's endgame, with Ojin coming for Judai's key and Ed confronting Saiou (in two really good episodes). I will be a bit more casual with it as my birthday's next Monday and I may or may not have plans for it, lol, but stay tuned!

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Steve Rogers (he is not my favorite, okay?), Emotional discussions, Explosions!

Word Count: 868

Previously On...: You celebrated Bucky's new arm by watching the Hobbit movie. When you mentioned that one of your friends would let him do "unspeakable things" to their body, he immediately thought of Natasha. Why did that make you feel icky inside?

A/N: I'm posting this from a coffee shop, which makes me feel very much like a "legit" writer, when, in reality, I'm just waiting for my dog to get out of the groomer, and the coffee shop is a Dunkin' lol.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp

"I've been meaning to thank you," Steve said as he stood over your shoulder. It was about a week after your movie night with Bucky, and you and Steve were working a mission together in Eastern Latvia. He'd already cleared the facility of hostile agents, allowing you the time you needed to infiltrate the site's computer systems and copy all necessary files for extraction back to the US government’s counter-terrorism task force. It was something you'd done a hundred times before, and could probably do with your eyes closed.

"Thank me for what? We've done this dance plenty of times." Your eyes narrowed as you concentrated on the computer code, fingers moving almost too fast for your own eyes to follow. You had nearly done it- the breach was wide open, and the terrorists' files were all laid out before you. The hard part was over, now it was just a matter of copying them over securely.

"Not the mission," he clarified, clearing his throat. "I wanted to thank you for what you've done for Bucky, for being there for him. I... I know you don't like me and things between us haven't been the same since Berlin, but it means a lot to me, knowing that he can call you a friend."

You paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard, and stared blankly at the screen, not able to look at him in the moment. "I never disliked you, Steve," you began, slowly, choosing your words with care, "but you broke us. You had your reasons, I get that, and maybe, to you, they seemed like good ones, but you fractured our family instead of trying to find a way for all of us to work through it, together. The only reason we're even in this room right now is because, by some grace of God, Tony was able to put his ego aside and offer you an olive branch to come home. We might look whole on the outside, but the cracks are still there. And they're always going to be. They'll never fully heal.

"So, it's not that I don't like you anymore. It's that I can't trust you. Not right now. Because I don't know if you're going to break us again." Your voice cracked by the end, but you felt surprisingly lightened, as though a massive weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you realized just how desperately you had needed Steve to know how his actions had affected, not just you, but the others, as well. None of you had wanted to be forced to take sides in the civil war between Iron Man and Captain America; it had felt like burning down your own house, but in the end they had left you no choice. You'd already had it out with Tony. He'd apologized in the only way a man like him knew how-- with a brand new Ferrari that you were too anxious to drive and an obscene raise to your salary, but you'd never spoken about it with Steve. He'd seemed too content to act as though nothing had changed, like he hadn’t upended your entire existence.

You heard him clear his throat above you and you looked up. He was looking away from you, his face impassive, save for a tic in jaw. You'd known him long enough to see he was working on holding back his emotions.

"That's fair," he said softly. "That's entirely valid, and fair. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I was so caught up in trying to bring back my best friend that I didn't realize I was throwing away my family." He stole a glance down at you and caught your gaze; you could see his eyes shining. "I'll do better, Pocket. I'll do better for all of us, and I’ll especially do better for you."

His words didn't heal the wounds on your heart, but they did make them hurt a little less. You flashed him a small smile of gratitude, amazed that just his acknowledgement of the pain he'd caused you could be such a soothing balm to your anger. "Thanks, Cap. I appreciate it." He smiled at your use of the nickname; you hadn't called him anything but Rogers in forever. “And, for what it's worth," you added as the computer began beeping, signaling the transfer of files was complete and your objective had been reached, "I'm grateful you brought Bucky back with you. I can't imagine not having him in my life now." You stood up and pocketed the flash drive that now contained 18 months worth of terrorist plans. "Now, what do you say we blow this fucking Popsicle stand?" You gave him a cheeky grin as you deposited a small detonator on top of the computer server.

Steve returned your smile and offered a flourished "After you" as the two of you made your way out of the facility. Once you had cleared the perimeter, he gave you the all clear, signaling you to set off the detonators. You watched together as the building imploded into a spectacular fireball. Your relationship may not have been fully cured, but it had finally begun the process of healing.

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[mosswillow]

Simple Silver - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You’ve been given a gift, one not many Omegas get. A bracelet that when worn by an Omega changes their scent ever so slightly. All you need to do is keep the bracelet on and he can’t find you.

Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark!, ABO (no mentions of knots, heat, or rutt.), general misogyny, noncon/dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), violence, orgasm delay/denial, kidnapping (kinda), she spits in his face in this, possessive behavior.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: This fic is a request from @leniram1890. Seriously, thank you so much. It’s everything I love to write and read and you just dropped it in my lap. Now that it’s done I want more…

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You’re infatuated with him. He stands tall, you guess at least six feet, and his smell; he smells like no Alpha you've ever encountered. There’s this look to him, unequivocally attractive but in a unique and confusing way that draws you in. His eyebrows lift slightly making his otherwise small and ordinary eyes the focal point of his face. He looks around the room with a focus and intensity that feels inhuman. You finger the small bracelet that holds your secret and walk behind him, your Omega instincts telling you to get close. You suddenly recognize where you are and what you’re doing. looking down to your hands, you stare horrified at the bracelet that was taken off without your noticing. you put it back on and sprint out of the building, not stopping until you’re behind the safety of your padlocked apartment door.

Your phone goes off and you answer, making up an excuse about food poisoning and promising to be in early the next day.

Your Alpha, it had to be him.

You’ve wondered what it would be like to meet your Alpha, if you would feel bad about hiding from them. You don’t feel bad, only upset with yourself for losing control. You almost gave up your whole life in one stupid moment.

The simple silver bracelet that sits on your wrist feels heavy and you look at it. It’s a chain that suppresses your true self and one that sets you free. It’s one you choose to wear because the alternative is a life looking over your shoulder; waiting for your Alpha to find and claim you. Your parents gave it to you the day you presented and it’s given you opportunities not many Omegas get. It changes your scent just enough to let you hide, giving you the ability to decide for yourself how you feel about your Alpha, to choose a life with him or to keep the life you’ve built for yourself.  

Your coworkers don’t waste time the next morning. One is already at your desk and two more walk up as you sit down.

“Ok, what did I miss?” you ask.

“Right when you left this scary looking Alpha started raging. Stark had to call in the avengers to get him to calm down.”

You act surprised, knitting your brows and leaning forward in fake interest.

“What happened?”

“Apparently He smelled his Omega but couldn’t find them.”

“Crazy.” you say, opening up your email and scrolling through.

Coworkers start dispercing and you let out a held breath. You get to work, having extra from the day before and lose yourself for several hours.

“That’s him.” whispers a voice and you look up at your coworker before following their eyes.

It’s him, your Alpha, and he’s walking straight toward you.

You try your best to stay focused on work and not give away the slight shaking of your hands as his scent hits your nose. He stops at your desk and you look up at his chest avoiding eye contact.

“What can I do for you mr…”

“Dr. Strange,” he pauses. “I’m sure you know what happened yesterday.”

“I don’t judge sir.”

He looks at you and leans on your desk.

“Ah, but you are judging. Spit it out then.”

You take your hands off of your keyboard and fold them over your chest.

“Omegas don’t have lives after they mate, I guess it doesn’t doesn’t feel fair to me.”

“What makes you think my Omega wouldn’t have a life?”

“You would let your Omega Work? Travel by themselves? Have their own bank account?”

He thrums his fingers on your desk.

“My Omega will have a good life, they need to know their place though. When I finally find them they won’t even be allowed to leave the house without permission.”

You bristle. “Well then, I’m glad you weren’t able to find them.”

He leans farther over your desk, his demeanor shifting into one of intimidation. You do everything you can not to cower back as his aggressive scent washes over you.

“You don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe your Omega is hiding from you, that’s what I would do if I was an Omega.” You finally make eye contact, staring into the stormy grey abyss of his irises and he leans forward even more.

“They better not be.”

“What would you do if you found out they were?”

His fist clenches and you can’t help but push your chair back a few inches. You see Tony walking toward you from the corner of your eye and stand up, pushing your pointer finger against his forehead.

“You sir, are one of the most obnoxious people I’ve ever met, and I work for Tony Stark,” you say.

His mouth opens in surprise and he stands up.

Tony makes it to you at just the right moment. “Hey now, stop harassing my assistant. We’re not having a repeat of yesterday, thank you.”

Strange narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t say anything as he follows Tony into his office.

You walk to the back of the grocery store, picking up a pint of icecream and hurrying to pay for it. Your day was long and the only thing you can think about is a hot bath. You don’t notice him until it’s too late. His smug face takes in your slightly messy appearance as you try to pass by him.

“Dinner, I assume. Your questionable behavior before is starting to make sense.”

You stare at him unsure how to respond and he tilts his head and smirks.

“I’m insinuating, dear, that your disrespectful behavior this morning was caused by a lack of adequate nutrition.”  

You readjust your shirt and let out a huff.

“I wonder,” you pause and smile sweetly. “How much shit did you have to consume in your ‘diet’ to become such an asshole?”

You pull out a pair of earphones and stick them in your ears, turning on your heel to pay for your dinner. He grabs your arm, pulling you close and tears out your headphones with his other hand.

“I’ve never met anyone who gets under my skin so easily, why do you make me so angry?” he sneers.

“Your anger is your responsibility,” you pull away, shaking slightly and holding back tears.

You can feel his eyes watching you as you jump into a self checkout line to pay.  As soon as you reach your apartment you let the tears fall. You hate him. You hate his stupid face and egotistical personality. You hate that you react to him, that your nature makes your knees go weak when you’re around him. You hug your bracelet against your chest and let out a shaky breath. As long as the bracelet stays on you’re safe. You just need to keep it on, that’s it.

You stand in Tony’s office staring at a folder.

“Send a courier or another employee, I don’t want to do it.”

Tony raises his eyebrows in shock at your sudden and uncharacteristic outburst.

“I need someone I trust to drop them off, Is there some reason you can’t do it?”

“I just don’t get along with Dr. Strange.”

“You’re dropping off a file, not going on a date,” he quips.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you love your job. It’s just a quick trip, drop it off and you’re done. It’s been a week since you saw him last, he doesn’t know who you are or he would already have come for you. Just a quick drop off, that’s it.

“I’m sorry sir. You’re right, I’m being unprofessional. I can do it.”

He waves you out and you call an uber riding it to what Tony described only as “The Sanctum”.  

You walk in and look around the large entry room, searching for someone who can help. It’s eerily quiet and you walk up a huge set of stars, wandering and looking at various museum-like displays until you’re on the top floor. The room is dark, the only light coming from a large round window. A stranger walks up and looks at you with a surprised expression.

“I’m sorry, I’m looking for Dr. Strange? I’m just dropping something off from Mr. Stark.”

“Ah of course, I’m Wong.” He says holding out his hand.

You reach out and take his hand and he looks at your wrist, grabbing onto your bracelet and pulling it off.

“I haven't seen one of these in a long time.” he examines the bracelet closely.

“That’s mine, give it back please.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re hiding your designation.”

“My Alpha is a cruel man, please give it back. I need it now.” you say urgently.

“Hey, nobody will hurt you here. Who is this Alpha?”

You start shaking and reach out again trying to take the bracelet back from him.

“Wong, I… Oh no, not you again,” Stephen says from an open doorway, his face turning into a scowl.

You grab the bracelet and push it on your wrist. It’s too late though, Stephens eyes widen in recognition as your scent hits him.

You bolt. You know you won’t make it out so you pull at the first door you find, slamming it closed and locking it.

The banging starts almost immediately.  “OMEGA, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” he yells.

“Don’t do this, please. I don’t want this. I need more time. Don’t force me, please,” you cry.

Sparks start flying in a circle in front of your eyes and your Alpha is suddenly walking through a portal. You look around, seeing a second door and yanking it open. Something catches your leg and you’re pulled backwards by what looks like a glowing rope.

“You knew I was your Alpha the whole time.” he says, moving his body to sit on your middle.

You bite your tongue and glare at him.

“Answer me!” He yells, grabbing your arms and pushing them above you.

His face is only inches from your own and you spit without thinking. He lets go of your hands and sits back, wiping the wetness from his face before staring at his wet hand.

“This explains everything, catching your scent, the extreme annoyance at your lack of respect, the anger I felt at the thought of you not eating like you should.”

He grabs your shirt, ripping it down the middle and causing buttons to fly through the air. Goosebumps appear over your skin and you shiver from both fear and the cold. He flips you over roughly, pulling off your shirt all the way. His hand roams to your mating gland. He leans over and breathes in, kissing it gently.

“Fuck you,” you say through clenched teeth.

He stops and waits until you’re done shaking.

“Why aren’t you biting me?” you whisper.

“You said you wanted time.”

He stands, pulling you up with him and makes a circle with his finger, opening up a portal in front of you. His hand is on your back pushing you through and when you turn around you're alone in what looks like a bedroom. Immediately, you run and try the door, opening it and sprinting out. The breath is knocked out of you as someone promptly slams you into a wall. You start coughing as the pain radiates through your body, then you’re falling onto a soft bed in the same room as before. After a few minutes of coughing you stand and run again, trying the window this time and just like before you’re caught and pushed through a portal back to the same room. You keep trying until you’re completely out of places to run, until your energy, both emotional and physical, is depleted.

The moment you finally give up a portal opens on your right and Stephen walks through.

It would have been easier if he had just bitten and fucked you right away. Letting you run over and over just to squash your hope is even more cruel, like a sick joke where he is the only person privy to the punchline. You stand in the middle of the room with your eyes down and wait for the inevitable.

He walks around you slowly and with each methodical step your anxiety grows until your knees buckle and you drop to the ground, crying into your hands. He stops and crouches in front of you, putting his finger under your chin and raising it slowly until you look him in the face. He lets go and keeps eye contact as he reaches between your legs and almost too gently runs his finger over your pussy. His eyes bore into you as his hand slowly becomes more and more noticeable above your clothes.

“I hate you.” you whisper as he pushes your legs apart.

He slides his hand into your pants and continues to rub over your clit, now making quick circles. His finger dips in your heat and you whimper involuntarily. You close your eyes as the sensations start to build and when you’re about to go over the line he stops. Your eyes shoot open and he smirks.

“It’s important you understand a few things.”

You aren’t expecting it, for him to suddenly pull his hand back and slap you across the face. You’re not prepared for the force behind his hand. How it makes your entire face sting, the pain radiating down your neck and shoulder. You grasp your cheek and bite your lip to avoid crying.

“I own you.” He slides his hand down to your pussy again.

“I own your pleasure.” He slides his hand up to your breast, pushing your bra down and pinching your nipple harshly. “And your pain.”

He backs away and crosses his arms, motioning with his head at the remaining clothes on your body. You slowly rise and remove your pants and underwear, standing in front of him fully naked.

His hand roams to your neck and he holds it gently.

“Hate me all you want.”

His hand constricts slightly around your throat.

“But don’t you dare run from me.”

His hand tightens again.

“Or hide.”

He keeps his hand on your throat and pushes you back to the bed until you’re lying on your back with him above you. His other hand reaches to your legs and taps between them gently. He puts his cheek against yours when you don’t move.

“Open Omega, and don’t you dare close those legs.”

He lets go of your neck when you relax your legs, backing away and unbuckling his pants.

“You don’t even like me,” you remark.

“I didn’t like who you were pretending to be.”

He walks over so that his sizable dick sits in front of your face.

“Suck,” he commands.

You suck on the tip without complaint and he grabs the back of your head and thrusts a few times before pulling out and patting your cheek.

“A much better use for your sharp tongue.”

You bite back a retort and look away as he positions himself in between your legs and pushes himself in with one forceful thrust. You let out a whimper and reach out your arms around him in response. He grabs your shoulders and ruts into you.

“This is where you belong Omega,” he wipes a tear from your cheek, a stark contrast to the painful pace of his thrusts.

“You.” he thrusts. “Belong,” The force starts to push you up on the bed. “ To me!”

He flips you suddenly and fucks you again from behind, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. A warm hand brushes over your mating gland and you feel his breath against your back. Stars appear before your eyes as he bites, your entire body consumed with the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure. It pushes you into an intense orgasm that leaves you shaking from the adrenaline.

“Understand?”

You nod and he slides into bed next to you and kisses between your shoulder blades. You look over at his discarded clothes, noticing the gleam of your bracelet poking out of a pocket.

“Were you serious when you said you wouldn’t let your Omega out of the house?”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve actually had a change of heart.”

He peppers kisses across your neck and back.

“You, my adventurous Omega, won’t even leave this room without me by your side.”

You try to move but he holds you close, effectively chaining you to him. You blink back a tear and shift closer to him, letting yourself relax into his arms.

“There you go, let go and accept it.”

“Never,” you say between choked sobs.

His hand roams up your body, exploring every bit.

“We’ll see.”

[psyched2b]

✏ Me too, me too! Can I have #3, #42, and #73? And I want Bucky because that's where my mind is at currently, the bastard. I'm so happy that you've reached 200 followers! I should do something fun like this too, but I'm so bad at getting out of my current story headspace. Congrats, lovely! I'm sure you'll have tons more followers soon! Your stories are so fun!

That poor bastard that you love so much (now)! Thanks for your support, sweetcheeks! Here you go!

3. You’re seriously like a man-child.42. I lied. I never liked it.73. “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

If there was any one person in the universe you hated, it was James Buchanan Barnes. Also known as Bucky. Which was a stupid nickname. Good thing he wasn’t in school the same era as you because he would have never lived it down.

Fucky Bucky, they would call him.

If only.

Okay, if you were being honest with yourself, the only reason why you hated the Super Soldier was that he was a flirt. There was one time when you thought he was genuinely interested in you, going out of his way to make conversation, learn your likes and dislikes. Until one day he just stopped. He no longer acknowledged your existence. If you were to try to talk to him, all he would do was grunt like a goddamn neanderthal.

So you decided that the appropriate reaction would be to ignore him in return.

Until one Saturday morning.

You loved Saturday mornings. You’d wake up early, make yourself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, plop down in front of the TV screen and would watch Saturday morning cartoons. Sometimes, other Avengers would join you, but usually, you celebrated the morning alone.

You padded into the kitchen at 5:30 am, barely awake. You were zombie-like in your movements, doing the rehearsed routine of grabbing a bowl from the cabinet, moving to the fridge to grab the milk, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and reaching for the sugary cereal that was always in the same place.

Except, it was gone.

You blindly patted around the shelf as if it would magically appear. Then, with a frustrated groan, you go and turn on the light only to find your box of cereal was sitting on top of the trash. Empty.

“What the holy fuck is this trickery?” you mumbled, still not fully awake to be completely outraged at this blatant sign of disrespect.

“Coming up next, Courage the Cowardly Dog Show!”

Confused, you stumbled your way in the direction of the TV room only to stop short when you saw the top of a brunettes head sitting in your usual spot on the couch.

You marched around the couch and came face to face with Bucky fucking Barnes. Who was eating a bowl of colorful cereal.

“Are those my Fruity Pebbles?” you demanded, pointing a finger at the bowl in his hand.

The bastard gave you a wicked smile, bringing another rainbow spoonful up to his mouth. “Maybe,” he replied before stuffing the spoon in and munched much too happily on your cereal.

You scoffed in disbelief. “But you don’t like Fruity Pebbles,” you tried to reason, physically pained that he was ruining your Saturday tradition. “You like Wheaties.”

Bucky ate another spoonful and spoke through a mouth full of food. “I lied. I never liked it.”

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Then why not tell someone and get a cereal that you like? You know…instead of eating MY cereal. Like a starved pig who doesn’t have common decency.”

He shrugged before trying to lean around you to watch the TV. “Maybe I just like ruffling your feathers, doll.” He shot you a grin before turning his attention back to the TV. “I don’t know if you know, but you make a better door than a window. So, could you please move? I’m trying to watch cartoons.”

“You’re seriously a man-child,” you accused but moved to the loveseat on the other side of the room, away from the infuriating man. “I’ll have you know that because of you, I am now going to starve.”

Bucky paused in his eating, a full spoonful halfway to his open mouth. His eyes turned to you and slowly, he held the spoon out in your direction. “Do you want to share?”

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest at his offer.

“I don’t have cooties,” he prodded, wiggling the spoon a bit to entice you.

You were ashamed to say that you gave in. It was your damn cereal, so why would you say no?

You moved back over to your favorite couch and reached for the spoon but Bucky was quick to retract it.

“Ah ah ah! I’ll feed you.”

Once again, you found yourself narrowing your eyes in speculation. “I swear to god if you shove that spoon down my throat, I will rip off your arm and shove it up your ass,” you warned, lowering yourself on the couch.

Bucky smirked but moved the spoon so it was directly in front of your lips. He gave you a look, urging you to trust him. You watched him carefully as you opened your mouth. He was incredibly gentle with his movements as he literally spoon fed you the cereal, no games.

After you chewed the bite, you gave him an appraising look. “Is this like a kink of yours or something?” you questioned curiously.

He shifted his gaze away from you, his cheeks darkening. “Or something,” he muttered quietly.

“A few times you been around that track-But your ass is still flat it’s gonna stay like that-”

Bucky scrambled to set the bowl on the coffee table before pulling his phone out of his pant pocket and quickly hit the end-call button, but not before you saw Steve’s name flash across the screen.

You let out a loud laugh, “Is that Hollaback Boy? Are you serious?” You wipe at the invisible tears at your eyes, amused at his song choice. You glanced back at the screen just before it went black and froze. “Is that-I-I’m your lock screen?!”

Bucky groaned loudly, covering his face with both hands. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You grabbed the phone out of his lap and clicked it back on, taking in the picture. It was a candid photo of you sitting in one of the comfy chairs in the study, reading a book, oblivious to the world around you. “When did you take this?” you questioned, slowly turning your attention back to the confusing man in front of you.

He peeked between his fingers, taking in your soft expression. Slowly, he lowered a hand to his lap, the other reaching towards you. You expected him to take the phone back but was surprised when he gently grasped your hand in his.

He paused before speaking. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” he told you, holding your gaze. “But it appears that someone has forced my hand.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, not allowing yourself to jump to conclusions.

You didn’t miss his eyes flicker to your lips or the way his tongue peeked out from his for a split second.

“I have,” he hesitated, trying to think of a good word. “Feelings.”

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Feelings?”

He nodded. “Feelings.”

“IS THERE AN ECHO IN THERE?”

You jumped up from the couch and spun around to face Sam, heart racing 100 miles per hour.

“Damn dude,” Sam directed at Bucky. “I thought you were supposed to be smooth with the ladies.”

“I would be smoother if I didn’t have your dumb trying to interfere,” Bucky snarked back, clinching his metal hand, the plates shifting along with his frustration.

“Stop making excuses,” Sam sassed back, turning to look at you. “What Buckaroo over here means is that -”. He was stopped midsentence when the remote that Bucky threw hit him in the head, releasing a loud “Ow!”

Bucky stood up from the couch and moved over to you, turning you away from the two men. “Ignore them and listen to me,” he pleaded, placing a hand on each shoulder. “What I am trying to say-”

You pressed up on your toes and placed a quick kiss to his lips, cutting him off.

You pulled away with a smug look. “I like you too, Buckaroo.”

He let out another loud groan. “Dear God, not you too!”

Listen here: Hollaback Boy - Cobra Starship

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