#(yep they have an official tag now YAY)

[queen-scribbles]

Memory prompt 31 for Jas?

31. Writer’s choice(anon, ilu, I’ve had this rattling around my head…. almost since I started playing the game, thanks for giving me an excuse to actually write it down)

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Look before you leap.

It was a saying Jas had heard times beyond counting, a favorite of her father’s when she came home with scraped knees or a black eye from yet another reckless stunt. She tried to take it to heart, but that was easier said than done.

Especially when she saw a friend in peril. Sometimes there wasn’t time to look before you leapt.

“Linzi, move!!” She slammed shoulder-first into the bard. Linzi yelped as she went sprawling and Jas sincerely hoped she hadn’t hurt her fellow halfling. But bruises were better than arrows.

Arrows that hit Jas instead. The one that caught her shoulder wasn’t so bad; it mostly hit her pauldron and only grazed her. The one that pierced armor and flesh just below her ribs, however, that was a different story. The impact was harsh enough to jerk that side back before she could brace herself. Jas gritted her teeth against the pain and swung her mace around to point at the archer responsible as she barked out a prayer to Desna.

Flames arced from the head of her mace toward the target, but Jas didn’t get to see if her spell struck true. Another arrow, from an archer none of them had seen, sank into her chest–deeper than it should’ve with her armor. It was enough to stagger her, take her to her knees as she dimly heard shouts of alarm from her companions.

Linzi and Octavia frantically yelling her name.

Amiri bellowing curses as she charged the bandits.

Tristian’s voice rising in prayer, barely audible under the chaos of battle and somehow still the most comforting.

Jas tried to focus on that, to anchor herself to consciousness, but the metallic taste of blood in her mouth was too strong. She couldn’t focus on anything beyond a hazy, Well that’s not good…

The cacophony of battle around her faded and she couldn’t tell if that was because it was ending or she was passing out. Maybe both. Her vision was all grey and fuzzy around the edges, gradually fading. Her other senses went with it; and she was only faintly aware of the gentle hand on her shoulder and a softly murmured, “Jasiri…” before everything went dark.

She woke up with her hand wrapped so tight around her holy symbol the butterfly wings had left ridges in her palm. She didn’t remember grabbing that. She was also on her back, sheltered by a rocky overhang, with a gentle rain falling just a few feet away. She could see the dimpled the raindrops pocked in the mud from where she lay.

“The others went to check for any stragglers,” a soft voice said when she started to shift. “They should be back soon.”

Jas blinked and–slowly, clumsily–sat up. “Tristian…”

Her armor was gone. So too were the arrows that had pierced it. Running one hand up her chest revealed no bumps that spoke of bandages. That was a good sign.

“The third arrow broke a rib,” Tristian said, answering a question she hadn’t asked. “I was concerned there might be… lingering damage, so I offered to stay with you until you woke. To be sure.”

“Ah.” Jas tested the range of motion for the formerly injured shoulder, then gingerly twisted back and forth at the waist. There was some soreness, which was to be expected even with magical healing, but nothing hurt or twinged more than it should. “Everything seems okay. Thank you.” She smiled brightly, which earned a shy one in return.

“You are most welcome,” he murmured. “I’m glad you’re alright, Jasiri.”

She shot him a knowing look. There was clearly more he wanted to add to that sentence. “But…?” she prompted.

Tristian shifted position, turning so he more fully faced her, and his eyes brimmed with poorly-hidden emotion as he asked, “What were you thinking?”

He was worried about me. The thought warmed her; it was nice having friends who cared instead of traveling on her own. Jas wrinkled her nose sheepishly, her gaze dropping to Tristian’s hands as she replied, “That Linzi’s armor wouldn’t be much good at stopping arrows. I was just tryin’ to get her out of the way.” She traced a random pattern in the dirt with one finger. “Didn’t figure on the Stag Lord’s men havin’ arrows that could pierce armor.”

Tristian’s hands stilled, long, slender fingers loosely wrapped around his holy symbol, and he gave a soft, knowing chuckle. “You say that as if you would have done otherwise were you aware of the risk.”

She laughed. “Fair point. I care about my friends.”

He drew his knees halfway up toward his chest and let his forearms rest atop them. “And we care about you as well. It’s… frightening when you do things like that.”

Jas grinned to cover her suddenly racing heart. “Scared you’ll lose me? I’m pretty tough, but if you’re… if you all are gonna worry about me, I can try to be more careful. Emphasis on try.”

Tristian’s smile felt like a blessing from Sarenrae. “I think I speak for everyone  to say even the attempt would be appreciated.”

“I’ll do that, then,” she promised as they settled in to wait for the others to get back. (Sure, looking before she leapt had never been her strong suit, but maybe she just hadn’t been properly motivated before.)

[the-kipsabian]

i was thinking about this this morning, and honestly? you could point at literally any of my trilogy kids and call them sleep deprived EXCEPT for james (and alicia)

[lilacerull0]

Hey jo!

I did the mbti personality test again! I knew I had to because the last time I did it was years ago way before lockdown and everything! I was probably 14. So the only thing that's different is that I'm more introverted than extroverted now (which is obvious). I'm officially an infp, which tbh seems to fit me more. I still don't know much, but I read the description. I am not sure how I feel, it's surely more relatable and well, realistic! I don't know what to think, but that's me!! (Yes I am making a deal out of this, sorry?)

Anyway I wanted to tell someone, i hope you don't mind your overthinking friend venting here. Love you so so much 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

I so love this gif.

Mais, I am an overthinker and a rambler and an incredibly annoying nerd, why. would. I. mind?????????? INFP I THINK EMMA IS AN INFP OMG @the-girl-who-cried-wolf ?????? This is one of my favourite personality types, there's Todd Anderson, Peter Parker, CHARLIE KELMECKIS, Luna Lovegood, JUST SOME EXCEPTIONALLY AMAZING PEOPLE WHICH MAKES SO MUCH SENSE CUZ YOU'RE AMAZING!!!!!!!!! I'm an INTJ which is ✨A Curse (TM)✨, but I'm working on it!!!!! (I have Greg House, Beth Harmon, Mr. Darcy and Kat Stratford in my corner and I also think Doctor Strange? I think Kaz Brekker too? And that I'm not too thrilled about even tho I haven't met him yet dhsjdjsjdj + some famous people which I'm taking with a grain of salt, such as Nikola Tesla, Jane Austen and Emily Bronte, tho Emily does make sense to me because the way Wuthering Heights is written kinda fits my mindset???? *end geek rant*). You know you can be and are both, right? I always say that, one personality type doesn't have to "fit" you exclusively and this is all for fun (+ it actually helped me with some of my issues because: self awareness!!!!!), so I'd keep the ENFP one too (I mean Jo March is formally an ENFP I think, but I relate to her So Much and see her as an introvert and am probably projecting a little, but she's My Character in mine and everybody else's eyes apparently so who cares! + I have Neil's (ENFJ) energy. See my point? ✨Interpretation✨), then you get something close to the whole picture. My MBTI fits me very well and I don't know what's my second "diagnosis" but it's probably something completely contrasted with my current one, that's how humans function I guess. The only thing that must be the same is probably the Thinking >>>>>> Feeling part.

It's just that I have lots of Todds to bully into confidence now.🧙‍♀️ *evil laugh* YAY! (Yep, Dash (don't even try ok, I NEVER gave up) and Emma, this is about you 🧐, I think Stella also? I remember her mentioning it in the tags?)

And it's more than ok to make a big deal out of things!!!!! I try to ignore emotion and live outside of myself and here I am, with Greg House and Jo March as my fictional counterparts... *sad emoji* I view that as an admirable quality, making a big deal of things, you inspire me! Keep being you whoever that is or might be and just be, exist, write poetry, dance, it's called Keating-it-up! OMG ANNE SHIRLEY CUTHBERT IS AN INFP, MAAAAIS!!!!!!

- Your Friendly Neighborhood (Spider)Witch 🧙‍♀️🔮☀️

[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 12: ATSUMU MIYA

prompt: couple’s quiz (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,766 words | themes: gen!reader. youtuber!reader. fLUFF. i got carried away but this is pretty domestic honestly.

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa (send a dm/ask to be added!)

rv: i know i did say atsumu’s love language here is different but love languages can change especially when you’re already in a relationship. i actually answered the quiz this time in atsumu’s perspective and it’s very difficult but yeah it has to happen lmao. i pretty much agree with the results and yes don’t take it so seriously because i’m not atsumu himself and well this is just from my own perspective, hopefully it was close enough to his character. special mention to my honey @liliannyah nia i’m tagging you here because i know you’ll be simping on tsum tsum here ya go hun

✒︎ love language

mornings with atsumu are peaceful. afternoons are full of fun, and well evenings are the best. that's usually because; around these times are when atsumu is at his best and most positive energy throughout the day.

however for you, you had a schedule beforehand and you have plans on how to spend your day, and it's with atsumu.

"hey babe, can you film with me today?" you situated yourself by the doorway of your shared bedroom, seeing the dirty blonde specks of his hair peaking under the blankets that was covering his body, the rays of light coming from the sun, escaping the gaps from the thin fabric of the curtains by your window. you wanted him to rest as much as he can since he doesn't usually have cancelled trainings, however this is also the best time for you to bond with him more, and you've got the perfect idea for that in your mind.

all he need to do is wake up and-

"i want to sleep." atsumu's voice overcomes the silence, however muffled it was. a frown forms on your lips as you made your way next to the bed, pulling the covers from his form just for him to groan and try to pull it back.

"i want to sleep, (y/n). five more minutes." he has his eyes closed as the fringes of his hair tried to protect them from the brightness of the surroundings, even from you.

atsumu must have felt the bed dip as you sat on his side, his brows furrowing at the faintness of your touch when you reached out to brush his strands away from his handsome face. you grazed lightly on his forehead, removing the sweat that must have formed due to the warmth that summer brought to the temperature.

your frown curls upwards as you admired how atsumu leans onto your hand, even for just a second. you skimmed your hand on your shirt before leaning forward and faced atsumu with an arm supporting your head on the pillow.

"you have to wake up, tsumu. i've got breakfast ready." you sang to him gently, still looking at his face with awe and wonder. most of the time, you question yourself how you got a guy like this. in those silent moments where you just feel so lucky how someone like atsumu miya could love someone like you.

"you're looking at me like that again."

you were broken from your trance as you were met by his gaze, not even looking at you before he said those words.

"what is it?" he breathes out as he closed his eyes again, now snuggling his way towards your form. you sighed and brushes his hair again, feeling out its softness despite the fact that it was dyed and it should be dry under your touch if it weren't for how atsumu takes very good care for it.

"come on, tsumu. the food will get cold." you say, only to feel him slide his arms by your waist, pulling you closer to him, embracing you even.

however no matter how much you liked it, you pushed him away, "tsumu! we're going to film today, wake up!" you whined, prying away from his grasp.

"film?" his face brightens up in almost an instant, his eyelids opening at the same time. "we? you said we?"

you smile at his reaction, relaxing and nodding your head. "yeah, i did, i literally said it five minutes ago. don't you want to?"

"of course i do!" he sits up, an evident pout on his lips. "why didn't ya say so? y'know how long i've been waiting for this day. i don't really get why you keep me from yer subscribers if you loved them so much."

you sat up as well, grinning in amusement. "you really like the attention, do you?"

"wha-? no i don't."

"oh my dear tsumu, you do." you giggle and climbed out of the bed. "come on let's eat first. i already set up everything so we can film right after eating."

time passes by and before you know it, you and atsumu were already in front of the camera, the lights not bothering you anymore with how you were so used to having them around you. atsumu also seemed to be in the similar situation and was much more comfortable with where he was situated, as if this was his moment.

after all, you made him wait for a long time before finally deciding to show him in front of the whole world.

“is this live?”

you nod at him, “yeah, are you nervous?”

“huh-me, nervous? ‘course not.” he scoffs but as you poke his chest and stopped there for awhile, you gave him a smirk, to which he merely slaps your hand away and pouts away.

“hello there! how’s everyone?” you immediately smile at the camera, your laptop showing the bountiful of comments that spams in an instant. you could see atsumu’s reflection on the screen, his grin wide and slightly bit awkward, but it’s not what your fans are commenting about.

“uh-so you guys probably guessed who our guest is.” you smirk, glancing sideways at atsumu. “and yes, he’s my boyfriend. say hello, tsumu.”

atsumu was a natural as he introduces himself on the screen, a welcoming smile on his face, as if he had been filming for a vlog as long as you do and that he was completely adjusting with the situation. you couldn’t help but curve your lips upwards in turn, nodding off eventually at whatever he was saying.

“so! today we, me and atsumu are going to answer a quiz in front of everyone.”

“a quiz?”

“yep! a couple’s quiz.” you purposely didn’t inform atsumu beforehand what you will do and you explained it on the screen as all the attention turns to you.

“what? you scared, tsumu?” you teased him and he juts his lower lips as a reaction.

“‘course not. i’m gonna answer each of them like a pro.”

you laughed heartily as you grabbed your phone, handing atsumu out his at the same time. “me and atsumu are going to answer a couple’s love language quiz and compare our love languages. you guys can answer with us if you like, just search it up on your search engines,” leaning forward, you muttered with “i’m not gonna tell the site coz y’know this is not really a sponsored video.”

your hand suddenly found itself on top of atsumu’s as you explain the five love languages briefly, feeling his gaze on yours despite not looking at him directly. you have no idea if he was paying attention with your ramblings but if he’s busy admiring you, you’re too humble to even think about it.

or not.

“so, are you ready tsumu?” he was cut off of his trance and he pretends he was alright when he smiles in the camera and answers enthusiastically.

“but what if i like both?”

“there’s no option for both tsumu.”

“but i like hugging you and receiving letters. remember when you confessed to me with a-“

your hand immediately shoots up to his mouth and he chuckles in delight in the victory of having to tease you in front of your fans. by now you’re wondering if you should regret having atsumu for the first time in your vlog in live.

“these questions are really difficult.” you say, finding yourself stuck into yet again an array of indecisiveness.

“where are you already?”

“i’m at 23%” you answer, glancing up at atsumu. “‘bout you?”

“30%,” he says, shooting an eye at the camera. “(y/n)’s really slow especially when answering these types of quizzes. they’re that indecisive.”

“what-“

“i’m the decisive one in this relationship. that’s why i have to always ask them three hours before our date which place they would like to eat at.”

you gave up on reprimanding atsumu as you focused on your questionnaire, picking an answer as atsumu chats with your fans who commented about how they noticed about it too.

“see? your fans agree to me. we’re already best of friends.”

you shook your head as you found yourself grinning from atsumu’s words.

“oh- a back rub seems nice.” you heard him mutter later on and when you glanced at him, he was not looking at you but you could tell with how he gripped on his shoulders that he’d need one sooner or later after the film.

it was not unusual for you to massage him every once in awhile, or maybe more than that. that habit actually started way before you two had gotten together and he always told you how you’re good with your hands. he admitted one morning after some time of being officially a couple that he liked your massages a lot.

atsumu finishes the quiz first before you and he takes the initiative of talking with your fans as you finish up yours. you laugh along with them every time atsumu attempts to make a joke and read along the lines of the comments section.

“yay i’m done!”

atsumu turns to you with a “took you long enough” but he places a hand by your knee, his attention now on yours. “so, what did you get?”

“my highest is quality time!” you leaned to the camera lens as you showed your results to the screen, making sure that you were able to really make it visible. “followed by receiving gifts and physical touch. how about you, ‘tsumu? what’d you get?”

he places his phone next to yours before he answers with a bright smile. “i got the same too! looks like me and (y/n) are real meant to be, don’t you think?”

you could feel your cheeks burn especially when he pulls his phone away and reaches out to your side just to place his hand on your waist, keeping it there like a protective and proud boyfriend he is. you were speechless for awhile and it was a good thing that atsumu led the conversation on in your silence. whether it was intentional or not, that you didn’t know.

but now that you realized it, atsumu and you had the same results most probably because both of you wanted to spend more time and moments like this with each other. sooner than later, he’ll be busy with trainings again and you with your vlogs.

feeling that familiar sense of radiance in your chest, you leaned your head on atsumu’s shoulders, once again feeling lucky to have him by your side, even with the littlest of times.

[agendratum]

Rules: Answer the questions and tag some folks, if you’re up to it!

i got tagged by @mylastbraincql and by @jin-shrekyao 

Name: yana

Gender: uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh it’s complicated on facebook

Star sign: i’m a virgo!

Height: 173cm (apparently i grew taller in the last year? this is a threat btw, i’m not gonna stop growing) i forgot to convert! it’s 5 feet 8 inches!

Time: 5:54 am (working night shifts is fun!)

Birthday: september 16th

Favorite bands: mother mother

Favorite solo artists: i’m not sure actually, last year it was frank iero, but it was last year

Last movie: i think it was wuliang, cause i can’t remember another movie i watched in the last half a year. do bits and pieces of my mom’s weird french comedies count?

Last show: legend of fei, watching right now

When did I create this blog: is there a way to know? my archive doesn’t show me anything past 2015, but i think i made this blog earlier than that

What I post: i think i officially count as cql/mdzs blog now (should i change my icon and stuff?) also lof live blogging

Last thing I googled: i didn’t google my height converted, ha! i’ll google it later! what a mastermind i am

so, last thing i googled was young avengers 

Other blogs: i don’t have other active blog, but i have these two i keep as archives. btw, this is where i save all the text posts for my memes, so if you need any of them - they’re here. 

Do I get asks:  yep! never happened to me before, so, wow, thanks! it’s mostly fun with very few exceptions that don’t matter 

Why I chose my url: sooo it’s a pun (is it a pun?) that combines word agender and a flower called ageratum. i don’t think there is any meaning in that flower, i just wanted to make a pun

Following: 75 (i don’t follow that many people, even tho i look up way more blogs from time to time. it’s not about any high standards, i just get overwhelmed when there are too many posts on my dash)

Followers: more than 1k, where did y’all come from o:

Average hours of sleep: uuuuuuuugh from 4 to 12 so the average is 8. yay! 8 is the best amount right :D

Instruments: there is this guitar in my room. i never learnt how to play it, it’s been in my room for more than 10 years

What I am wearing: a t-shirt with a rainbow on it that says “life sucks”, halloween themed gray hoodie and pastel pink pants

Dream job(s): ugh, i don’t even know nowadays. i used to dream of being a professional writer, then switched to a journalist. specifically a national geographic journalist that travels around the world in a van. then for a while a had no idea at all, and now i kinda just want something stable and not too draining. tho video editing sounds fun, maybe i could go in that direction one day.

Dream Trip: anywheree! i’m that one meme but with “let me ouuutt” instead. for real tho, i think i dream of going to japan the most

Favorite food: sushi probably

Nationality: russian

Favorite song: ;C what is this question, who do you think i am, some kind of person who knows these things

Last book I read: currently reading mdzs, but last book i finished was I was born for it

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: 1. i’m stealing the ghibli answer, cause that does sound lovely 

i’m also trying to think of a single fantasy universe where things are not too terrible when you really think about it. oh right!

2. his dark materials! an animal companion that is an embodiment of your soul? sign me up 

3. avatar! not the worst fantasy world and even if you’re not born as a bender, you still get to see some cool shit happen. 

oooook i’m tagging @greenwitching @niehuaisangsfan @alliecatstrophe aaand going back to work

[mycupoffanfiction]

A Real Sweet Guy Part 5

A biker!Bucky x shy!Reader Series

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

The reader lives on the same street as Bucky, the leader of a biker gang, which everyone in her building is afraid of, except for her. When Bucky makes a simple act of kidness to the reader, she realises she was right to not be afraid of him.

Warnings: So much fluff, loads of fluff. Mentions of disfunctional family. *SMUT*, language. 

Word count: Approx 7000

Masterlist

Permanent tag list is open.

Yay part 5! I’ve been working on this for a few days. God I am in LOVE with this series urgh. I keep intending to only write short chapters but I end up diving in and writing huge parts, I think that’ll just be a constant thing. I mentioned in an earlier post that the family issues covered in this part are similar to what I experience IRL, I’m really struggling with this right now, but writing this kind of stuff into my characters is helping. 

Enjoy your weekend 💕

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“Hey Wanda.” You greet her cheerfully as you sandwich your phone between your ear and shoulder to continue what you were doing. “Hey sweetie, what’s up? Hope I’m not calling at a bad time.” She replies, her voice crackling a little from the signal. “No, no, just tidying. How was your date?” You ask, collecting together your papers from the coffee table. “Oh, you know.” She tries to sound unimpressed but you can hear the excitement in her voice. “It was amazing!” Wanda giggled down the line as you held your phone properly. “Great! What did you do?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa and examining your fresh tattoo. “We went for dinner and then we went back to Steve’s place.” Wanda explained. “We might have made things official already.” She said, a hint of mischievousness in her voice. “What do you- oh.” You suddenly realised what she meant. “Was it good?” You ask, frowning at yourself, wondering if that was even a good question to ask. “What? No! That’s not what I meant!” Wanda burst out laughing. You laughed to yourself, shifting on the sofa. “No, I just meant Steve asked me to be his girlfriend, although things did get a little heated, since you’re so interested.” Wanda said matter-of-factly, letting out a little laugh at the end. “You and Bucky are getting closer, if you know what I mean.” She turns it around on you. “He asked me to be his girl, Wanda.” You grin to yourself, fiddling with your nails as you spoke. Wanda shrieked at you. “I knew it would happen sooner or later, that man is so in love with you, (Y/n).” Wanda exclaimed. A knock at the door caught your attention and you apologised to Wanda before hanging up to rush to the door.

 Opening it up, you saw Bucky standing on the other side, a huge smile on his face. “Hey, doll.” Bucky greeted you. “Bucky!” You practically threw yourself into his arms, causing him to chuckle as he buried his face into your hair, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He walked you back into the apartment and closed the door with his foot, letting you go and looking down at you. “How did you get in the building?” You asked, knowing he didn’t have a key. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Bucky scoffed. You looked at him confused for a moment. “Gladys let me in, even smiled at me. No newspaper either.” Bucky chuckled at your perplexed features. “She smiled at you? And you’re sure she voluntarily let you in?” You couldn’t quite believe the shift in behaviour. Bucky laughed and nodded. “Promise I didn’t intimidate her, sweetheart.” Bucky reassured you, combing some of your hair out of the way. “Anyway, sorry to drop in unannounced, but uh.” He cut himself off, pulling his backpack off his shoulders. “I picked something up on the way home from work and I couldn’t wait to give it to you.” He beamed, unzipping the bag.

 You watched in excitement as he pulled out a new leather jacket from his bag and handed it to you. It was deep cherry red, like Wanda’s with the Howling Commandos name embroidered on the back. “Here.” Bucky held it up for you, signalling for you to put it on and you slid your arms into the jacket. Bucky waited for you to adjust it so it was just right and you turned around and beamed up at him. “How does it look?” You ask. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. And badass.” He grinned, making you laugh. “You’re officially part of the crew, darlin’.” Bucky gripped your shoulders firmly. “Officially a member of the Howling Commandos.” You pecked his cheek lightly and looked down at the jacket. You moved into the bedroom to have a look at your new garment, Bucky was right behind you and you loved the way he eyed you in the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as you admired the new jacket. “Thank you so much, Bucky.” You beamed. “I can’t wait to show Wanda.” You say as you go to pull it off. “Uh-uh, you wanna go give that jacket a test run, sweetheart? Maybe drop by Stevie’s place?” Bucky suggested and you didn’t even have to think twice before saying yes.

 “I feel more and more like a biker every time I see you, Bucky.” You laughed, holding his hand as he lead you down the street to his house. “Yeah? And what does it feel like to be a biker, darlin’? Cause I’m not sure even I know what that feels like.” He chuckles, leading you up his driveway to the garage door. “I guess I just feel more confident than I used to, Buck.” You sigh contently as Bucky fiddles with his keys and turns the lock. Pulling open the garage door, you smile at the sight of his beautiful Harley. “Will you teach me to ride one day?” You ask. “Sure, if that’s what you want sweetheart.” Bucky grinned at you; happy you’d even asked the question. “C’mon, lets take her for a spin and drop by Steve’s. He’s expecting me anyway.” He smiles, pinching the fabric of your jacket.

 You cling to Bucky as you ride through the streets. The rush of being on the motorcycle made you smile to yourself, the low rumble beneath you that vibrated through you. You wondered what it would really feel like to drive one yourself, hopefully soon you’d find out the answer to that question. The autumnal air was cold and a little damp from the drizzle coming down, but you didn’t mind. Bucky turned the bike, taking you down a road with trees arching over the top and you looked up, admiring the changing colours. You felt at ease, free and comfortable when you rode with Bucky. It was like a momentary pause in the regular mundane parts of your life where things felt exciting and you found yourself smiling at the happiness you felt.

 Eventually Bucky pulled up to Steve’s house, stopping his bike in the driveway. You’d never visited Steve’s before, but it looked like a nice house, small but cosy looking. You climbed off the back and pulled off your helmet, shaking your hair out to make it sit just how you liked and Bucky looked at you with a smile of adoration at the way you moved. He opened his mouth to say something, but the front door was swung open and Wanda burst out of the house towards you both. “(Y/n)!” She pulled you into a tight hug and you reciprocated, squeezing her tightly as you watched Steve pull Bucky into a hug, heavy back patting and shoulder clapping as they parted and Wanda moved over to greet Bucky. Steve pulled you into a one armed hug and guided you both indoors. “I’ll get some coffee going.” Steve announced, walking down the hall. “Make yourself at home.” He called back to you as Wanda pulled you into the living room and Bucky parted ways with you both to join Steve in the kitchen.

 “I love your new jacket.” Wanda went behind you to examine it. “It’s just like yours.” You smile, slowly shrugging it off. “We’ll have to get you some patches to put on it, it’ll be very you in no time.” Wanda grinned, taking it from you to hang it up in the hallway. “Did you stay over last night?” You ask, looking around the living room at Steve’s décor. It was fairly simple and plain, quite minimalist, but it was nice. It still had a sleek, cosy feeling about it. “Yep, didn’t fancy going back to the trailer last night.” She sighed. “You live in a trailer park?” You ask, looking across at her questioningly. “Yeah, on the other side of town, Piet and I live there.” She smiled to herself. “Just have some real asshole neighbours.” She rolled her eyes. “They get drunk, make a lot of noise every night. Steve keeps offering to intimidate them but I have a feeling that’ll just make it worse.” Wanda scoffs as you both sit down on the sofa. “But other than them, I love our trailer. It’s small but nice and Piet and I have always been together. I think Steve understands that where I go, Pietro goes too.” Wanda smiles.

 “You got any close family?” She asks as you lean back against the sofa cushion. “Not really. Well I do, we just don’t talk. We never really got along but I just contact a couple of years ago when things got too much.” You sighed, remembering the drama before you’d left home. “Sometimes I miss having parental figures in my life, other times I feel like I’m still not over the pain they caused and I remember why I moved away.” You reminisced. “Sometimes I get jealous of people when they talk about their families, how great their mum’s are and how much time they spend with them.” You sigh. “I get that. My parents died when Piet and I were young, we’ve been supporting each other ever since. I get jealous of people with families too.” Wanda leaned against you. Both of you had a lot more similarities than you first thought. It was nice, having someone who really seemed to understand some of what you felt.

 Your conversation drops when Bucky and Steve enter the room, putting mugs down on the coffee table and sitting in the armchairs opposite you and Wanda. “What are our girls talking about?” Steve asked, a smirk on his lips as you and Wanda reach for your drinks. “Mm, just family stuff.” Wanda wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it so openly, keeping the details small as she lifted her mug to her lips. Steve nodded, giving you both a sympathetic smile, knowing it likely wasn’t something you wanted to both share right now. “Buck and I were thinking about going out tomorrow, like a double date or somethin’.” Steve pitches their idea and Wanda smiles, looking over at you and giving you a questioning look. “Sure, sounds like fun.” You nod and smile, Wanda looking pleased with your response as she sips on her drink. “There’s a fun fair opening up tomorrow night.” Bucky suggested, to which everyone agreed was a good place to go on your date.

 “Absolutely not, Barnes.” Wanda huffed. “I already coined (Y/n) tomorrow morning.” Wanda crossed her arms in fake offence, Bucky chuckling at her. “You did?” You ask, giggling a little at her defensive reaction. “Well I was going to.” She admitted quietly, hoping Bucky wouldn’t hear. “I wanted to go shopping with you, maybe introduce you to Pietro.” Wanda said excitedly. “Okay, but all I wanted to do was invite my girl over for breakfast, can I at least have her for breakfast? Well not for breakfast, you know what I mean.” Bucky stumbled over his words making Steve choke on his coffee, receiving a sharp slap to the shoulder from Bucky. “Suuuure.” Steve smirked, snickering to himself. “Steve.” Bucky hissed, looking at him angrily while you and Wanda tried to stifle your laughter. “And then we go on our date.” Wanda tried to defuse the situation. “Busy day for you, (Y/n).” Steve said, laughter still in his voice as he restrained himself, Bucky nudging him in the arm with his elbow.

 Not long after you finished your drinks and Bucky and Steve had bickered sufficiently, Bucky drove you home. You spent your evening alone in your flat, enjoying your usual pastimes, receiving the odd message from Wanda or Bucky throughout the evening. You eventually head to bed, messaging Bucky goodnight and smiling to yourself in the darkness of your bedroom as you see his last message of the night pop up.

Goodnight, doll. Sleep well, I’ll see ya in the morning. I love you xx

 “Do you think that’s what makes me scary?” Bucky asks, looking down at his metal arm as you munch on the pastries he’d bought for both of you. “What? No!” You cry, grabbing his metal hand. “But sweetheart, you’re different, somehow I didn’t scare you but everyone else in that building is terrified of me.” Bucky whined. “Apparently Gladys isn’t anymore.” You quirk a brow before taking another bite of your pastry. “I mean you said she smiled at you yesterday when you came up to my apartment.” You said through a mouthful. “Mm.” Bucky nodded, chewing and swallowing. “Did you say something to her?” He asks, reaching for his mug. “Perhaps.” You shrug, remembering telling her you didn’t think she was as scared of Bucky as she claimed to be. “I might’ve told her something.” You smirk, popping the last of your pastry in your mouth. “You intimidated her?” Bucky looked at you wide eyed. You almost choked on your pastry when you laughed, shaking your head. “Me? Intimidate someone? I don’t think I’m even able to make an intimidating face.” You scoff. “But no, I just told her I thought she wasn’t as scared of you as she made it look, guess I was right.” You shrug, downing the last of your juice. “Aw, c’mon, I’m sure you could be intimidating, sweetheart.” Bucky smiled playfully. “I severely doubt that, Buck.” You scoff, shaking your head. “But back to your original question, I don’t think your arm scares people.” You grip his metal hand, squeezing it gently. “Even if it does, what does it matter? Your friends aren’t scared of it. It’s not like it has a mind of it’s own.” You smooth your fingers over the silver plates, watching them whir and move underneath your touch. “Besides, it’s hot.” You mumble, blushing when you realise you’d just said that out loud. For god’s sake. What is it with you and saying things out loud? Bucky pauses, lowing his mug from his lips and looks at you with a cheeky smile. “What was that, sweetheart?” He asked, turning on the charm with his velvety, deep voice. You drop your face into your hand. Bucky reaches forwards, curling his metal fingers around your wrist and gently pulling your hand away from your features. “You think it’s hot, huh?” He gives you a huge grin. “Is that it, sweetheart?” Bucky asks playfully, his metal thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip as you avoid eye contact. The doorbell rings and you breathe a sigh of relief when Bucky immediately jumps up to get the door.

 “Enjoy your breakfast, Barnes?” Wanda’s playful tone makes you giggle as you walk down the hall towards them, pulling on your boots. “It was delicious.” Bucky says matter-of-factly, smirking down at you as you grab your new jacket and pull it on. “Take care of her.” Bucky points at Wanda with a straight face. Wanda holds up her hands in surrender. “Just taking her shopping Barnes, ain’t anything dangerous about that.” She smiles. “Except for my imminent loss of money.” You mumble from behind Bucky, eliciting a laugh from them both as you grab your backpack and move to the door, wrapping your arms around Bucky. Bucky captures your lips with his, kissing you deeply with a hunger you’ve not experienced from him before and you slowly break away from him, dropping back flat on your feet from your toes. “See you later.” Bucky winks at you and you practically melt, giggling awkwardly as you feel yourself blush. Wanda grabs your hand and pulls you out of the front door, both of you shouting goodbye to Bucky on your way out.

 It was later in the day when you and Wanda were dropped off at Bucky’s house by Pietro. You’d had a good morning together and ate out for lunch, the three of you having casual but good conversations. It was nice to have finally met Pietro, the twin that Wanda seemed to adore so much. You could see how much love they had for each other and it warmed your heart, seeing siblings so close. You kept thinking back to your conversation with Wanda the previous day about how you sometimes get jealous of other families. You weren’t jealous of her; you were more happy for her than anything that she had Pietro in her life, that she still had some family. Maybe you envied that, but not in a bad way.

 “Thanks for driving us.” You talk into Pietro’s shoulder as you hug him goodbye. “Anytime.” He smiles, letting go and pulling Wanda in for a big hug. You leave them to it and walk up the pathway to the front door where Bucky waits for you, leaning against the doorframe. “Hey sweetheart.” He grins at you, opening his arms for you. You walk into his arms, wrapping yourself around him and breathing in his scent. The warm, cosy smell of woody, spicy cologne tickling your senses and you hum in happiness as Bucky squeezes you, backing into the house with you slowly. “How was your shopping trip?” He asks, letting go of you and motioning down at the bags in your hand. “Good, got some new clothes, a few other things.” You smile, trying to keep yourself from grinning. You’d bought some new sexy red lingerie, but you’d hidden the bag away in the hopes that you could keep Bucky from knowing until later.

 A few hours later, you had since changed into your new lingerie, hoping to surprise Bucky later and hung out with everyone until the time came for your date. You climbed onto the back of Bucky’s bike, watching as Wanda shared Steve’s bike too and you both set off, Bucky following Steve through the busy rush hour streets. Eventually you all arrived at the fun fair. You appeared to be the only four bikers in sight, though there were plenty of children who stared at the four of you as you drove in, both in awe and slight fear of the leather clad group.

 You took Bucky’s hand as you walked towards the entrance, he rummaged around in his jeans pocket and pulled out a handful of change. “Sure you don’t want me to pay, I probably have some notes in my bag.” You offer, reaching for the strap of your bag. “No, no, I got it doll.” Bucky smiled, pulling out the notes he’d been looking for and dropping the change back in his pocket. Bucky handed the notes over at the entry booth, handing you a very old fashioned style ticket and you slotted the paper neatly away in your phone case with the intention of keeping it as a keepsake.

 “What did you do today, Buck?” You ask, looking up at him as the two of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel. “Went to see my ma and sister and hung out a bit with Stevie.” He smiled when he mentioned his family and you let out a deep sigh. “Everything alright, darlin’?” Bucky asked, his features softening as he looks down at you. “Yeah.” You nod, trying to sound convincing, but you can see from the knowing look on his face that Bucky sees right through you. Taking a deep breath, you hold his metal hand in yours and look straight ahead. “Hey, you can tell me anything sweetheart.” Bucky reassures you, his hand squeezing yours. “It’s just family stuff, Buck.” You huff, squeezing your eyes shut. “What do you mean?” Bucky’s voice was soft and gentle, not at all judgemental. “I just feel like everyone has at least some family. I don’t have anyone, not after I cut contact with them. It’s so hard and some days I get really overwhelmed.” You explain, looking over at a little girl with her father, giggling away at something funny he said. Bucky puts his arm around you as you step forwards in line and pulls your head against his shoulder. “It’s alright sweetheart. I know it ain’t the same, but we’re your family. God you should hear what Stevie tells me about Wanda’s ramblings about how much she loves you.” He chuckles. “And hey, maybe if you want, I can introduce you to my ma and my sister, I’m sure they’d love you just as much.” Bucky squeezes you and you smile up at him. “Do you really think so?” You ask. “Absolutely, doll. They already love the sound of you, told ‘em all about you today and they loved your cookies. I saved a few and took them over.” Bucky beamed at you and you giggled, blushing.

 You were both ushered into the Ferris wheel, the bar in front of you pushed down by the attendant at the front of the line and you slowly started to ascend. “What does your mum think of you bringing home a girl like me?” You ask, looking out at the fun fair as you get a little higher up. “What do ya mean, a girl like you? You’re somewhere between cute shy neighbour and badass biker, don’t really think there’s a label for that, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckles. “I’d side more with shy neighbour.” You shrug, smiling as Bucky’s arm finds its way around your shoulders and he brings you close. “Stop selling yourself short darlin’, thought you said you felt more like a biker earlier.” He smirks at you, poking you in the side and you remember very distinctly saying you felt more confident. “I get it thought, sweetheart, life ain’t easy.” Bucky sighs. “But, we do have each other. I’m gonna be here for you no matter what, alright?” He assures you pulling you closer. “Now, if we don’t kiss when we reach the top of this wheel, I’m gonna make you queue again.” Bucky jokes and you let a string of giggles pass through your lips. Turning your head to face Bucky, you both slowly lean in, your lips brushing against each other, you start moving your soft lips against his, revelling in his leathery, woody smell, the way his stubble scratches against your soft skin, his long strands of hair that hang loose from his bun that tickle the side of your face. The way his leather jacket creaks slightly as Bucky moves his hand up to caress your cheek so gently with his thumb. Your tongues touch, ever so lightly and you slowly deepen the kiss, your hands finding their way inside of his jacket and running up his toned chest and reaching around the back of his neck, your fingers gently slipping across his hair, digging in a little and you receive a low growl from Bucky. You slowly part, your eyes meeting his as he tucks some of your hair out of the way. “I might just have to make us queue again if you’re gonna kiss me like that, darlin’.” Bucky breaks the silence, causing you to giggle at his remark.

 “Jesus, what took you so long? You were supposed to meet us ten minutes ago!” Steve exclaimed, walking towards you and Bucky with Wanda at his side, grinning at you knowingly. “Sorry, we just really wanted to ride the Ferris wheel again.” Bucky smirked down at you. “Oh suuuure.” Steve rolls his eyes playfully. “No, really Steve, we did.” Bucky insisted, a wide smile on his lips as he playfully squared up to his best friend. “Whatever man, but you kept me waiting and I’m hungry.” Steve whined.

 The four of you ate dinner together. You’d managed to find an empty bench to sit on but there wasn’t much room, so you resorted to sitting on Bucky’s lap while you ate, which he didn’t seem to mind at all. When you were finished eating, Bucky pulled you closer to him on his lap, making you relax against him with your arm around his shoulder as you faced Steve and Wanda. “You two doing anything tonight?” Bucky asks, looking over at Steve. Neither of them say anything but judging by the look shared between Wanda and Steve, followed by the little smirk playing on Steve’s lips, you have an idea of what they plan to do. “C’mon, let’s go on a few more rides before it gets late.” Steve breaks the moment, leaping up from the bench.

 All four of you wander around the fair, going on rides together and chatting amongst yourselves. Bucky and Steve decide to compete at duck shooting to see who can win something first and you and Wanda walk off to the arcade to leave the boys to their competition. As you’re walking, you see a photobooth and gasp dramatically, taking Wanda’s hand and pulling her along with you to the booth. “Lets get some photos.” You motion at the booth and Wanda excitedly agrees. You feed a note into the machine and the two of you get in and take some photos together. There’s a few silly ones, but most of them were mainly photos of the two of you together laughing and smiling and hugging each other. While you waited for the photos to print, Wanda waved the boys over, who were clearly very deep in an argument.

 “I’m telling you, that game is rigged, I tried five times and shot perfectly and nothing happened.” Steve scoffed. “No way, if it was rigged, how’d I manage to win both girls some stuff, huh? Maybe you’re just bad at it Steve.” Bucky poked his friend in the chest as they approached. “For you.” Bucky handed Wanda one of the two small stuffed bears he’d won. “And for my sweetheart.” Bucky gave you a sweet smile as he handed you the little brown bear and you reached up on your toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Bucky.” You say sweetly to him and he grins at your excitement. “Aw, you two took photos without us?” Steve frowns, seeing you holding onto the photo strips and grabbing your wrist to pull your hand up so he can see them. “That one is cute.” He points at a photo of you and Wanda leaning against each other, laughing at the joke you told her, your noses scrunched up a little and your grins were wide and infectious. “Yeah, but this one is cuter.” Bucky positions your hand so he can see better, pointing at a photo of you and Wanda with your arms around each other, smiling widely but looking at each other instead of the camera. The contrast of two very large, burly bikers clad in leather being complete softies really warmed your heart and you giggled at their antics. “C’mon, I wanna get some with you, darlin’.” Bucky smiled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his fistful of change.

 The four of you had played a game of musical photobooth, first it was you and Bucky, then Wanda and Steve and then Steve wanted photos with Bucky and then you all used the last of your spare change and squeezed all four of you into the booth somehow and got photos of all of you together, despite the slightly uncomfortable positions you had to stand in to get them, but it was so worth the photos that were printed afterwards.

 You had made your way back to the bikes and said goodbye to Wanda and Steve, the pair of them leaving fairly soon after you arrived in the parking lot. “So co-pilot, where to?” Bucky asks, leaning against his bike, his hands resting on the curve of your waist under your jacket. “I could drop you at your place or we could go to mine, have a dance maybe?” Bucky suggested. “I would love a dance.” You smile as Bucky hands you your helmet and you push your hair away to slide it on your head.

 Bucky takes you the long way home to enjoy the hilltop view like you had the other night when he’d asked you to be his girl. You spent a little quiet time up there admiring the stars and occasionally chatting as you leant against Bucky who leant against his bike with his arms wrapped securely around you. He eventually took you back to his house where you’d left all of your shopping from earlier in the day.

 Bucky poured you both some drinks, trying to make them as fancy as possible while you picked out a record to listen to. You ended up picking out a record that was a mix of artists from the 40s and 50s and soon the living room was filled with the delightful and carefree sounds of swing music. You both enjoyed your drinks for a while, chatting about anything that came to mind before Bucky got up and held out his hand for you to take. You looked up into his bright blue eyes, he looked at you so softly, with such a sweet gaze. “Care to take this dance?” Bucky asked. You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet. You let him guide you into a dance, you had absolutely no idea what you were doing, but you didn’t really need to with Bucky making the movements for you and guiding you into it.

 “It’s funny, all those times I’d walk by your house on my way to work in the mornings, seeing you and Steve outside talking on your bikes, I never thought that you would be so romantic.” You reminisced to the days where you would see Bucky and have a mental battle about how attractive you thought he was but restrained yourself since everyone told you he was so dangerous. “You thought wrong, sweetheart.” Bucky twirled you around, his hand resting on your waist. “I always thought you were cute, you never seemed to look at us the way the others do, always seemed so curious, the little smile you’d always have when you’d see us.” Bucky smirked. “And when you’d sit out on your balcony. I bet you thought you were bein’ real sneaky, but I knew you were watching us from behind your book.” Bucky looked down at you through hooded eyes. “Aw, I thought I was being inconspicuous.” You feign offence, pouting a little at him. “No way doll, can’t fool me.” He chuckled. “I used to sit out on my porch just to watch you back during the summer.” Bucky went on, letting out a little huffed laugh. “Sometimes I’d wonder what it would be like to be with such a sweet, shy looking girl such as yourself.” He combed some of your hair out of the way as he swayed you from side to side. “I had a girlfriend who was a biker chick, through and through. Tough as nails. She was hot, liked a lot of kinky things, she was feisty and fun, but she wasn’t for me.” Bucky shook his head, a smile on his face as he spoke. “She didn’t want to be loved, she’d drop in and out of my life as she pleased without giving a damn. I just wanted someone to love.” Bucky sighed. “Think I found her, though.” He smirked, squeezing you tightly. “I love you.” You gently brushed your fingers across his cheek, reaching to fiddle with a few of his loose strands of hair. “I love you too.” Bucky leaned into your touch, letting you gently pull his hair tie out, carding your hand through his thick, long hair. He almost purred when you tugged on it a little and gently dragged your fingers across his scalp.

 “God, sweetheart, you’ve been driving me crazy all day.” Bucky breathed, his lips pressing gently up against your cheek. “The kiss this morning had me thinkin’ about you all day.” Bucky trailed his kisses down your jawline to the base of your neck. “And Christ, the way you kissed me on the Ferris wheel. Jesus doll, you have me wrapped around your little finger.” He admitted, darting his tongue out against your tender skin, his hot breath against your neck coupled with the soft but passionate kisses had your heart beating like crazy. “Tell me if you want to stop.” Bucky whispered, his hands trailing up your sides and back down again. God were you glad you’d changed into your new lingerie earlier. “Please don’t stop.” You said breathlessly as Bucky gripped your thighs and pulls you up against him, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “How about we take this upstairs?” Bucky asked as you leaned in, hovering your lips close to his, your breath mingling and you locked eyes with him, nodding enthusiastically.

 Bucky carried you upstairs, careful not to trip and taking it slow since you wanted to kiss him so badly on your way up. Bucky gently laid you down on the bed, kissing you with a deep hunger, but still so gentle with you. You hooked your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulled it slowly, silently asking permission and Bucky let you lift his shirt, taking over and pulling it off fully. His chest was ripped with muscle, you knew he was strong and worked out often, but you didn’t quite expect this level of chiselled muscles. “Holy shit.” You breathed out, running your fingers along his defined abs and up over his pecs. Bucky let out a low, grumbly chuckle in reaction, he didn’t even seem to mind when you traced your fingers along the intense scaring where his metal arm met his skin.

 Bucky tugged at your top and you let him pull it off you, revealing the bright red lacey bra you were wearing underneath. Bucky paused to look at you, his breath hitching a bit as his gaze trailed over you. He reached behind and undid the back of your bra and you let it slowly slide down your arms before it got dropped somewhere on the floor. You watched as Bucky examined you with such adoration in his eyes. “Sweetheart, you are gorgeous.” He murmured, reaching up to cup your breast and kneading it, gently plucking your nipple between his fingers. “Now, I believe you said my metal arm was hot this morning.” His demeanor changed, voiced deep and gruff and laced with lust. “Mind if I use it?” He asks, tilting his head up and looking down at you through hooded eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as his metal fingers brushed your cheek. “Please do.” You say breathlessly and shiver with excitement as he delicately curves a pathway down to your hard nipples, taking one of them between his metal fingers, pinching and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, a symphony of gasps and little moans slipping out between your lips makes Bucky’s erection twitch and he revels in the delight of making you feel good.

 “I gotta taste you, doll, please?” Bucky practically begged you, not that he needed to ask more than once. You nodded and let him pull your jeans down, leaving you just in your matching red lacey panties. “Did you wear these just for me?” Bucky asks, a smug smile on his lips. “Just for you, Bucky.” You pant as his metal fingers brush over your clothes mound. “I love them.” He chuckles, admiring them for a moment longer before sliding them down your legs. Bucky gently pushes your legs apart and you can feel his hot breath against your aching pussy as he takes you in. “God, you are so beautiful, sweetheart.” He whispers before leaning in and pressing a few soft kisses to your thighs and the edges of your lips. The pool between your legs getting bigger and you can feel the heat intensifying as he teases you. Bucky runs his cool metal fingers through your slit, the sound of your slick makes him smile as you watch him gently circle his finger around your clit. He slowly moves in, hot breath fanning against your clitoris, making you whine impatiently as he drags it out longer before his tongue finally touches you and you gasp at the contact.

 Bucky licks a stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit and giving you copious amounts of attention right on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan out as he flicks his velvety tongue around, circling and drawing lazy shapes with it, varying the intensity and movements to see what you seemed to like the most. You let a lengthy moan drag out of your lips as he sucked on your clit, his tongue flicking across it as he does, intensifying the feeling, making you extremely sensitive. You Bucked into him as he used his finger to work your clit for a few moments, making you pant and let out the odd whine. “Gonna make you cum sweetheart.” Bucky whispered before diving back in, eliciting a cry of pleasure, his hand flying up to tease your nipple. His tongue sped up, the movements becoming more intense and you clitoris started to throb, the overload of sensitivity and pleasure building up more and more as your core tightened and Bucky pressed into you a little more, making you gasp and cry out in pleasure, hanging you right on the edge of your orgasm. Bucky swirled his tongue around, increasing the intensity even more and you panted heavily before your orgasm rushed through you and you let out a guttural moan, letting him ride you through the waves of your climax. You shuddered as you came down from your high and shook a little when Bucky passed his tongue over your clitoris one more time.

 “Bucky.” You reach for him, palming at his jeans and Bucky grins down at you, a flustered mess on him bed, panting, legs writhing from the rush of pleasure and you keened for him, for the friction between your legs. Bucky let you fumble with his jeans buttons for a moment before he gently brushed your fingers away and did it for you. You capture Bucky’s lips in a kiss as he slowly pushes his jeans down and steps out of them and you pull away, pushing his boxers down and immediately admiring his length. You hand goes to grip him, his erection twitching at the sudden contact and you hummed a little before leaning in, pumping him a few times. You make eye contact with him as you lap up the drops of precum on his head, Bucky’s eyes rolling back at the sensation of your tongue on him. You take him into your mouth, your tongue circling his head each time you go up, working him every which way as you took his deep, dragging his tip against the roof of your mouth, causing Bucky to let out a low moan before he gently grabs at you and pulls you up. “I wanna feel you around me, sweetheart.” Bucky murmurs, his fingers resting under your chin as he wipes away the excess saliva that glistened on your lower lip. You smile up at him and let Bucky take you into his arms, positioning you on your back.

 Bucky ran the tip of his length up and down your slit for a moment before slowly pushing into your entrance. You gasp at the stretch and Bucky gives you a moment for your muscles to adjust to his size. “Holy shit, doll.” Bucky panted out as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. “God, you feel so good.” He whispered. You bucked into him, signalling for him to go faster and Bucky quickly understood, thrusting into you with a bit more speed and force, but not too much, he didn’t want to hurt you. You grabbed at his metal hand and Bucky smiled sweetly down at you as he brushed his metal knuckles along your cheek. Bucky slowly started to speed up his thrusts, letting out deep grunts with each one. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with your laboured breaths were the only sounds filling the room as you gripped his large biceps, squeezing gently as your walls fluttered around him. “God, sweetheart you feel so good.” Bucky groaned out, thrusting a little faster, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He positioned himself to hit your g-spot just right and you whined and moaned when he hit it with each thrust. You gasped with pleasure as each stroke got your closer and closer to an orgasm. “C’mon doll, let go, I’m right behind you sweetheart.” Bucky encouraged you. With a few more thrusts, your orgasm rolled through you and you cried out, panting and gasping, soft moans leaving your lips as Bucky followed, his climax shuddering through him and you felt his muscles clench and then loosen, his arm whirring, the plates shifting erratically as he came and they slowly calmed down as he came down from his orgasm.

 You both got cleaned up before you rested next to each other in bed under the covers, absolutely exhausted from your day. “Sweetheart, that was amazing.” Bucky broke the silence, looking over at you. “You’re amazing.” He added, a smile curving on his lips as he spoke. “You were so good.” You whined out, your clitoris throbbing at the memory of him working you so well. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that.” You admit. “Never?” Bucky sounds astonished at this new information. “I had my first time with my last boyfriend, he was somewhat experienced before we got together, but he never cared much for my pleasure, only his own.” You sighed. Bucky let out a humph and propped himself up on his elbow. “In this relationship, your pleasure is extremely important.” Bucky said seriously, his tone was steady and he looked you in the eyes, honesty apparent in his look. “Your comfort, pleasure and wellbeing are always extremely important, understand sweetheart?” Bucky asked, his voice softened as he spoke, gently tucking some hair behind your ear. You hum and nod at him, smiling at his care for you. Bucky reached in and gently kissed you lips before moving up and kissing your forehead. “Get some sleep, darlin’.” He smiled softly at you, opening his arms for you to cuddle with him and you leant into his embrace, resting your head against his chest. “I love you.” He whispers in your ear. “I love you too.” You smile up at him, feeling him press his lips against your head.

 You slowly drift off to sleep in his protective and calming embrace, feeling utterly relaxed and well cared for. You’d never felt such love from someone before, but it felt so damn good.

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Misfit of Demon King Academy 1 | Healin’ Good PreCure 13 - 14 | Lapis Re:Lights 1 | God of High School 1 | Muhyo and Roji’s BSI s2 1

Misfit of Demon King Academy 1

This originally had the ecchi tag on its anime entry on AniList…or, at least, that’s how it was in my memory…but now that I see it doesn’t have that, it’s just another reincarnation isekai-type series. Let’s dig into it!

I…think this guy is meant to be portrayed as “hot” because he has the piercing eyes and he’s tall (against the girls in what will presumedly be his harem), but he kind of looks like your standard Potato-kun in a white outfit…so, uh…*shrugs*

Uh…is that guy meant to be Indian? You can’t get more obvious than the “Indu” family. Update: You see his brother later and Leorg has fairer skin, so maybe not.

LOL, “Flame of Darkness” makes someone nothing but a chuunibyou.

Uh…this is called The Misfit of Demon King Academy, y’know? Anos (Anoth?) is gonna get in, you bet your butts.

The owl is cute.

…guy, that 3 second rule thing was actually funny, but the more you think about the joke, the less funny it gets. Show: 1. Me: Infinity -1

Just from appearances, I wanna guess Misha is an ice or light magic user, or whatever equivalent the show has.

Is this what Assassin’s Pride could have been…?

How did the mother (Anoth’s) think her kid maturing that fast wasn’t weird?

Mushroom gratin? Is that an actual dish?...Yep, seems so. Sounds nice. I like mushrooms.

What’s up with young mothers in anime these days? Then again, the only other point of reference I have is Masamune-kun’s Revenge…

I thought it was the other Indu guy we saw earlier. This guy’s…not that bad-looking, though (LOL, my preferences ring out loud and clear…)…welp, spoke too soon. There he is. Update: Leorg kinda looks like Hakuto Kunai from Demon Lord, Retry!, come to think of it.

If Zepes died several times over the course of this episode…would one more death actually matter? (Not really, to be honest. Zepes is a scumbag.)

Come to think of it, this anime got postponed due to COVID, yeah? Was that why there was a sakuga spot earlier…?

Was that Sasha (Misha’s sister)? I found her name while checking if the anime was postponed.

I like the colour choices in this show, at least.

I don’t think this show has the best sense of comedic timing. Let your jokes breathe, dammit! That’s what comedic beats are for!

In a season with more offerings, I might get rid of this or pause it, but the season’s fairly sparse as it stands (darn virus!) so it stays.

Update: I didn’t notice, but an Anime News Network staff member wrote that Anoth’s surname is familiar…if you read Harry Potter.

Healin’ Good PreCure 13

Gotta start in the middle for this and work our way back. Note I did watch the 1st 2 eps without subs earlier this year when they were on the official PreCure YouTube, so I’m ahead of most people.

(From wandering the wiki and the news) I’ve seen nothing but pink/blue/yellow Cures these days, so I kind miss the more adventurous colours like green and orange…but then again, I never really liked green. It’s the colour of envy and…as petty as it sounds, I think I developed that bias because green is stereotypically the colour of rot, vomit (aside from anime’s rainbow vomit) and stinky things.

I didn’t notice this, but there’s a faint highlight on the Cures’ eyes (red for Grace, purple for Fontaine and blue for Sparkle).

It’s a drone! In PreCure! Yay! (It finally hit me exactly how much of a distant dream it’s been – from watching Suite and episodes of most of the other PreCure ‘til now – watching PreCure legally as a simulcast is! It’s crazy and it only took, what…5 years between Suite and this? 16 if you count from Futari wa to Healin’ Good.)

Is it that drone?

Hah? This is almost like the electricity-themed PreCure I came up with on the fan wiki. It’s not like I could sue Toei for it, though…they own that stuff, I only own what came out of my own imagination.

The subs say “Rate”, but “rate” has a meaning in English. No wonder the initial wiki translations say “Latte”, especially because the queen is “Teatine” to match.

Okay, so Mei is the sis and Yota is the brother. Got it.

Hey! What if there was a PreCure where the villains had devastated another world before? That would really raise the stakes.

“[T]hunders” (sic)? Thunder is the sound, lightning is the flash. Which one is it?

I see. As soon as they identified it as the Element of Lightning, I sort of guessed they could add it to their repertoire later, and I was right.

Its’s nice to see they put a woman in the moving company as well. Proves that girls can do anything they set their minds to, even what are supposedly “men’s jobs”.

I guess from the face I should’ve expected the element to talk, like the Fairy Tones from Suite, but I didn’t really figure that out until I saw it talk,

I feel like Hinata should’ve gone to see how Mei made her juice. That way, the two might be able to make similar-tasting juice…but that’s just an idea.

Healin’ Good PreCure 14

I feel like Byogens were responsible for Nodoka’s sickness, much like they are for Latte.

“Energy Source” seems to refer to a place where energy appears…I know that sounds a bit dumb if you don’t realise genki hakken means something like “appearance of energy (for a person)”, but…yeah, the PreCure series is like this. Unfortunately, that’s what you have to deal with.

I feel like this “teamwork overcomes all hardships” message is important in this time of COVID-19.

Guaiwaru = “condition is bad”, or ill health (guai ga warui).

Is that the element of air? I thought the PreCure would’ve used their element of lightning to fix the steamer, but hey, teamwork works too.

I’m a weeny bit peevy they translate minna to “girls”. It’s correct in context when it’s been translated that way, but minna means “everybody”.

I imagined Hinata saying “Watashi no smartphone ga!” instead of “Atarashii sumaho ga hoshii!”

Lapis Re:Lights 1

Eh…COVID-19 means I gotta sample things I’m not so crazy about.

Why is one of the first lines in this show “My behind hurts!”?

Bristol? Is this England?...Nope, it’s a place called “Mamkestell”.

I was thinking this girl…I think the reviews said her name was Tiara…was going to sing to the flower to make it perk up again, but nup, she whistled to it. That seems a bit irrelevant, to be honest. (I would prefer an all or nothing approach to a wish-washy approach like this…as in, if this is an idol show, then either go all in with the singing and dancing, or do something else that’ll catch my attention.)

Tiara’s face looks hella generic.

For some reason, I get this ominous feeling when the word “witch” is mentioned…must be the instinct from Madoka popping up again.

Lemme guess. Lynette is the bookworm?...*sigh* Just another method of showing a character is a bookworm without actually showing their reading a book, which I think is counterintuitive.

Get some protective gear, girls!

Rosetta keeps saying “Yes” (in English).

Lemme guess…people ship the dumb one and the smart one? They’re like a gender-flipped Dice and Gentaro, only the smart one is more uppity and the stupid one is more sporty.

The word appears to be noumei, but that exact word doesn’t seem to exist. Lavie seems to say the word is the opposite to something else, but I can’t tell what that is either…

Albino rabbit, eh?

…people probably ship Rosetta and Tiara too, right? *sigh*

So there’s…no singing in this fantasy/idol show. Whistling is how you invoke magic…so how is someone who can’t whistle supposed to invoke magic?!

Whose idea was it to put the OP in the middle of the episode?

It was “Neechan, daikirai!” “Forget you” is a fairly loose translation…

Little Miss Rosetta = Rosetta-chan.

I think Tiara called Rosetta “sensei” when the former wanted the latter to take care of her (i.e. take her to their dorm).

Titi = Tiara. I didn’t actually figure that out because I thought it referred to the rabbits.

Gah! These almost-real-world names (or real world names, in regards to “Bristol”) are gonna drive me NUTS!

*sigh* Boob jiggle.

*sighhhhhhhhh…* Lemme guess, there’s a potential expulsion on the horizon? Update: Yep. Dropped.

God of High School 1

First Webtoon series I’m covering here.

Oh, I checked out the first chapter of the webtoon because CR linked it to their anime page. The only difference I’ve seen from that, aside from fleshing out the backgrounds, is…that creepy skull (?) on the wall.

You can tell it’s Korean when I don’t understand what the text says. (I don’t know Korean, but I do know some Chinese and Japanese.) Update: This is Japanese-dubbed, but they left the Korean text in.

That intro is much more powerful now that the backgrounds are fleshed out.

Ooh, the colours in the OP are very nice!

Hmm? They’re starting with the grandpa, rather than starting with “I’m Mori Jin, 17 years old”? Good choice.

The expressions in this show are funny. I like them already.

Waittttttttt…I dunno how Korean names work. Is Mori Jin’s first name “Mori” or “Jin”? Update: I checked it up, and I got even more confused!

KORG Arena seems to be…from Marvel? Like BnHA references Star Wars???

*sigh* Moonbucks? Again?...and of course the girls only talk about “hotties”. We need a Bechdel test in this thing.

The comments on ch. 1 said “A new Luffy is born”, so now I agree with it…but they’re not going to show how Mori Jin was enlisted for GOH (as they seem to abbreviate it)?

There’s Japanese, English and Korean in the afro dude’s comments.

I’m amazed that tall dude with the spiky hair wasn’t more surprised about Mori Jin and the girl passing by…

Would those glasses on Mori Jin’s head be any help? Update: Turns out those aren’t “glasses”…they’re a sleeping mask.

Kamina glasses!

They put CR and Webtoon advertising over everything in this anime…geesh.

These red parts of people’s noses are gonna bug me, aren’t they…?

It should be battle royale, right? Update: Okay, so I checked and both are correct spellings.

This seems like the sort of thing that would never get funded because you need to pull off every battle scene right.

They cut the initial fight with “Blondie” out, but that actually makes things more interesting! Good choice.

Lemme guess – Mori Jin is going to have to fight this Kang Manseouk guy at full power one day? *shrugs* (Can I stop referring to people by their full names already??? I can’t stop until I know which is the first name and which is the last.) Update: So the wiki finally helped me out and Mori is the first name and Jin the last, meaning I can call him “Mori”. Got it.

*Mori suddenly pulls the prisoner’s pants down* - That was…random.

I liked it more than I thought I would! (Just for reference, the other protag dude is called Han Dae-wi and the girl is Yoo Mira.)

Muhyo and Roji’s BSI s2 1

(Update for the Tumblr fans: I finished s1 outside the seasonal format.) 

Kokkuri-san never goes well in anime…

Where does Nana work again…?

I don’t think Muhyo and Roji are legally (magically legally?) obligated to tell Nana anything about what they do.

Yay! Goryo is animted for the first time! He has such a beautiful voice~!

Notably, Roji wouldn’t have had a smartphone in 2004 (or whatever year close to that when the manga put this bit out).

Goryo (5) vs Muhyo (6). Didn’t figure this out at the time I read the manga.

I think the subbers misgendered Goryo. Goryo is a dude, as can be gathered from the name “Daranimaru”.

“Waka”? Does that stand for “young head [of the office]” or something?

Okay, whose bright idea was it to pair Now on Air (female vocalists) with Muhyo and Roji’s (a series dominated with dudes)…?

Ah, Funimation is on the production team of this anime. That would explain the dub rights.

[imitranslates]

Fukigen na Mononokean Ch. 67

A new request from a familiar face and a... love connection?? Ashiya, you heartbreaker...

Please remember to check out the official English release when it comes out, preferably on Crunchyroll if you’re able to!

The newest chapter can be read on the official website by clicking the yellow button labeled 読む!

Fukigen na Mononokean Chapter 67 - Spring Cure

Page 4

Yahiko: Haruitsukii...

Yahiko: That picture I found of Aoi was burned in the ceremonial bonfire yesterday. It's all burned up now.

Ashiya: Yahiko!? (Why did you come to school!?)

Yahiko: You didn't need it? After all I did to tell you about it!

Abeno: I wondered what you were up to showing up here so suddenly... Is there something special you came to report?

Yahiko: (Nope.) I was in the middle of heading to Okina's place to play when I caught your scent and figured I'd come see you!

Page 5

Abeno: (Hm?) Was there only one photograph that was burned?

Yahiko: Uh-huh, that's right.

Abeno: ...In that case,

You must have kept that picture of Aoi and Ashiya Sakae instead of having it burned in memorial....?

(Ashiya: Fuzzy, come here.)

Yahiko: Ashiya Sakae...?

Yahiko: By Ashiya Sakae, you mean this human, right?

Page 6

Abeno: Yeah, that guy.

Ashiya: UWAAAAH!? It's in 3D!!

Yahiko: You're so noisy, Ashiya.

Ashiya: Don't ambush me with a transformation like that?! You really startled me!!

Yahiko: Huh? Startled you...?

Abeno: ?

Ashiya: !? (He smiled!?)

Yahiko: Hey, hey, Ashiya! You were startled by seeing this human, huh?

Ashiya: Huuuwoooah!? You're way, way too close! And he's so young!? Uwah, it's the real thing! No, it's a fake, though! Sakae... No, it's Yahiko!! Please turn back to normal!?

Page 7

Abeno: Yahiko? Is it really fine for you to dawdle around here?

You were on your way to Okina-dono's place, right?

Yahiko: Ah! I was!

Yahiko: I don't have enough free time to play around with you, Ashiya! Geez!

Ashiya: I'm... sorry for that...?

Yahiko: Haruitsuki, do you want to come play at Okina's house, too?

Abeno: I'm not going to play.

Abeno: ...However, he hasn't had any requests recently and it's been awhile since I've heard how he's doing...

It'll be easy to tag along with you, so I think I'll visit to ask about his current condition.

(Abeno: Hairball... Try to play with Yahiko at Okina-dono's place...)

Yahiko: Yay! Let's all play tag!

Yahiko: I was going there on foot, so let's meet up at the shrine! If you don't show up, I'm not giving this guy back!

Ashiya: Fuzzyy!!

Page 8

Okina: Oh... Yahiko, you came over.

I'm glad to see you all from the Mononokean are doing well.

Abeno: We are, but it seems your condition isn't very good, Okina-dono.

Yahiko: What's wrong, Okinaa?

Page 9

Okina: Ugh...

Okina: I've been in this state since I hurt my back three days ago...

Ouch...

Ashiya: I'll go buy a compress from the drugstore!

Abeno: Please lie down and rest on a seat cushion, and wait for our return.

Abeno: Yahiko, Okina-dono is always looking after you.

Abeno: Until his back his healed, stay here and help him with his daily necessities.

Yahiko: Ehhh....

Alright!

Yahiko: If you don't heal up soon, we won't be able to play together!

Okina: Thanks for the help, Yahiko. Hohoho... oww...

Page 10

Okina: I musn't lose to old age...

Okina: Whenever my body got like this in my younger days, I would use a hot spring cure to heal it.

Yahiko: Hot spring cure?

Yahiko: What's that?

Okina: Whether I was sick or injured, I would use the water of a hot spring as medical treatment.

Ashiya: Demons also know about hot spring cures...?

Okina: Back then, I would frequently go with my companions.

Okina: In particular, the Tougen hot springs, guarded by Tougen and other demons,

was always bustling with activity due to all the weary demons in the Mundane world.

Page 11

Ashiya: A hot spring run by demons, for demons...!

Abeno: If you were able to divulge the location of that hot spring, we could bring you there in the Mononokean...?

Okina: Hmm... I wonder where it was.

The last time I traveled there was a hundred years ago... The landscape of the Mundane world has changed so much that I can't get there even if I want to.

Ashiya: Maybe the Mononokean will know where it is?

Abeno: I'll ask if they know how to get to the "Tougen hot springs," then.

Yahiko: If you're talking about that hot spring, 3I know where it is.

Page 12

Yahiko: Before I lived at Zenko's place, I would go there to play a lot.

Okina: Oh?

Ashiya&Abeno: !?

Ashiya: Really!? Where is it?

Yahiko: I won't tell you, Ashiya~!

Abeno: Do you know specifically where it is?

Yahiko: Ummm, you walk from here and get on the red train, then you climb the mountains and it's there!

(Ashiya: He answers Abeno-san...)

Abeno: Red train? On which route? And what station do you get off at?

Yahiko: I don't know the name.

Abeno: Do you remember anything special about the place, or the name of the city or mountain?

Yahiko: Ummm... Uhhh.... Uh...

Page 13

Yahiko: (Hmph!) It's always the same color and smell and I use the aura as a landmark, so I don't remember any names!

Yahiko: Besides, rather than arriving there in a second in the Mononokean,

It'd be way more fun to bring Okina to the hot springs by letting him ride on my back!

Okina: Maybe it's better to take the long way and walk there like Yahiko says.

If I'm able to remember the path I used to take to get to the hot springs, I can enjoy taking in things on the way there like I used to.

Ashiya: It'd be impossible to pinpoint it from Yahiko's information alone, huh...

Abeno: Yeah...

Okina: I'll feel the shaking in my back, so please be gentle when you walk...

Yahiko: Okay!

Ashiya: Are we going to leave Okina-san to Yahiko?

Abeno: ......

Page 14

Abeno: It shouldn't be a problem leaving Okina-dono in Yahiko's hands during the trip to the hot springs,

However...

Abeno: Okina-dono.

If it's not any trouble, may we accompany you on your journey to the hot springs?

Ashiya: !

Abeno: As the master of the Mononokean, I would like to meet the demon named "Tougen" at least once.

Page 15

Okina: Naturally, I don't mind.

Abeno: Thank you very much.

Yahiko: Ehhh? You're coming, too, Haruitsuki?

Yahiko: Geez... I'm busy transporting Okina, so I can't go on a walk with you, Haruitsuki!

But if Okina says it's okay, I guess there's no choice. I'll walk with you!

Abeno: Thank you for your generous words.

Ashiya: (I wonder if he's happy to go on a walk with Abeno-san?

Even though you said all that, you look pretty pleased, Yahiko...)

Okina: (Ah, that's right...) I don't remember the way, but... I do recall it taking two days on foot from my shrine.

At your and Yahiko's strides, we should be able to reach it in half a day.

Page 16

Abeno:  So the traveling time is half a day...

Ashiya: (With the Mononokean, traveling time is irrelevant, so something taking half a day must be new for him.)

Ashiya: It's already evening today, so we should set out in the morning.

Okina: It seems like it's going to rain tomorrow, right? I'd like to travel on a sunny day if possible...

(Ashiya: This site's weather prediction is pretty good.)

(Abeno: Then as Okina-dono says, there will be rain tomorrow.)

(Okina: Owww....)

Ashiya: (Let's see...) Taking into account half a day's travel time, the day with clear skies and ideal walking weather is...

[Sunday. Chance of precipitation: 0%.]

Page 17

Ashiya: The red train!

Page 18

Yahiko: We ride the train from here!

Ashiya: Seems like Yahiko's used to riding this train.

Abeno: It's been awhile since I've used a train...

Abeno: ......

Yahiko: !

(Yahiko: Haruitsuki!)

Page 19

Abeno: We start walking again from here?

Yahiko: We still have a long way to go!

Yahiko: Let's do a word chain! Start!

Okina: T... Turnip.

Ashiya: P... Paprika.

Abeno: Are we there yet?

Ashiya: Hoh!

Yahiko: Over here!

[Note: In case you're interested, the original shiratori game goes: Shiratori->Ringo (apple)->Goma (sesame seeds)->Mada tsukaneenoka? (We still haven't gotten there?)]

Page 20

Abeno: !

Abeno: Hey... Yahiko.

Yahiko: Yeah?

Abeno: Is the hot spring around here? I feel the faint presence of a demon ahead of us.

Yahiko: Yep. Just a little more!

Okina: Ah... For the first time in a hundred years, I'll finally be able to use the Tougen hot springs again

It's a popular spring, so there must be even more demons there than before.

Okina: I'll be able to loosen up my back and heal up in the spring...

I'm looking forward to it. (Owww...)

Page 21

Abeno: Yahiko... You're sure the spring is here?

Yahiko: Yep!

Ashiya: It's covered with rocks... This hot spring doesn't have a single drop of water...

Okina: What in the name of....

Page 22

Okina: The hot spring must have dried up and closed down...

Yahiko: Don't worry, it's okay, Okina!

Yahiko: Tougen!

Yahiko: Let's play!!

Page 23

Ashiya: Gyaaah!

Ashiya: That's hot! (A geyser...?!)

Abeno: !?

Abeno: !

Okina: Oh my...

Page 24

Fuzzy: ?

Ashiya: ......

Ashiya: ......

Ashiya: The hot spring...

Gushed out...

Page 25

Ashiya: Woah!?

Demon: That voice... Is that the fox demon, Yahiko?

Page 26

Ashiya: Uwah!

Ashiya: (She showed up with the hot spring...?!)

Demon: ......

Ashiya: !

Ashiya: Could it be, that you're...

Page 27

Ashiya: The demon that guards over this hot spring, Tougen-san?

Demon: .....h?!

Ashiya: .....Eh?

Ashiya: (Why is she blushing?! Did I do something!?)

Demon: ......

Ashiya: (Wait, now that I look closer, she's making a really awful expression! Is she angry!?)

Page 28

Tougen: Shki.

Tougen: Ashiya-sama... You came to see me, didn't you?

Tougen: Shki.

Ashiya: (I thought it was decoration, but this is the real body!?)

Tougen: Please accept my kisses of love, Ashiya-sama!

Ashiya: Doing that sort of thing on the first meeting goes against my principles...!

Tougen: Smooch? First meeting?

Ashiya: Huh? It's our first meaning...

Page 29

Ashiya: Why did you know to call me Ashiya?

Tougen: ...h..!

Ashiya: .....?

Tougen: ....h!!

Page 30

Abeno: ...You two.

Abeno: Let me deeply apologize for throwing water on your important business, but...

Okina: Guardian Tougen...

Okina: Owww....

...I would also like to use the hot springs, if that is alright?

[royal-babey]

Ranger Highschool AU

Since I love Fallen Hero: Rebirth and have no self control whatsoever, I decided to write a highschool au. Ft my sidestep, Robin Monrosa, as your local 17 year old anxiety filled new kid at school. As well as Wei Chen being an awesome adoptive Father

Only got three chapters done, but I am definitely planning to write more! So here they are for the time being ^^ I hope you all enjoy! :D

Content Warning: PTSD, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Depression, Dissociation, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Tendencies, Intrusive thoughts, Needles, Blood, Past Child Abuse, Insomnia, Nightmares

Happier Tags: Gay! Fluff! Cute and dorky teenagers galore! M!Sidestep/M!Ortega! Yay!

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Chapter 1

“Hey kiddo, how do you feel about moving?”

That was not what Robin expected to hear as soon as he walked in the front door to his and his fathers apartment.

No forewarning, no hints, just his dad having managed to pack half the small house in the span of six and a half hours whilst his son was off to school, surprising his adopted son as soon as he came home.

“I...Wha?”

Robin couldn’t think up much of a question. How was someone supposed to respond to this?

His adopted father, Wei Chen, glanced up at him briefly from his place kneeling on the floor, currently preoccupied with packing pictures and photo albums into a box.

“I mean it’s not as if you really have a choice. The moving van is coming tomorrow afternoon. I got a really good job offer at a school as a self defence instructor about three hours from here, so I took it. We’ll have a proper house, two separate bathrooms, a backyard for Spoon...”

“Wait wait wait.”

Robin felt like his head was gonna explode. He already had a headache, now this? His dad was talking a mile a minute. Which...Honestly wasn’t really like him. Was he scared Robin would throw a fit or something? Have a tantrum and run off to his room, slamming the door?

But a quick sweep over of his father's mind revealed no thoughts like that, just him being in a hurry to get as much done as possible. At least Robin could stop overthinking on that front…

His father looked worried now. He had spaced out and been quiet for too long again. Shit.

“Just...Just gimme a second.”

Robin shook his head, digging into his bag to pull out some painkillers and his water bottle. He washed one down with a swig of water, and once he didn’t feel as overcharged…

“So...We’re moving?”

Chen nodded at Robin, waiting for him to continue as Robin sorted this out in his brain. Easier to go over what he was already told and put it in order.

“You got a better job offer, so we won’t be living in this shitty apartment anymore?”

“Language.”

“Sorry...But an actual house? For Spoon too?”

Chen nodded again, a small smile playing on his lips now. Robin just leaned against the kitchen counter, picking up a pen that was there to start clicking and fidgeting with.

“That’s right.”

“You said it was three hours away...Where are we going?”

Chen hesitated for a moment, then finally, answered.

“Los Diablos.”

Robin was puzzled. He didn’t have a problem with it per say, but...His dad seemed hesitant.

“Something wrong?”

“No, no...I’m just...Worried about how you’ll adjust to a new school.”

Robin snorted, shrugging. His dad was worried about his incredibly anti-social son with the ability to make people forget him and ignore him entirely, in a new school? Sure Robin had crippling anxiety and depression and sometimes was sick at even the thought of going to school and struggled to keep his grades up because of how often he dipped out after having bad panic attacks but…

“It can’t be any worse than the one I’m at now.”

Chen let out a dry chuckle at that, and Robin could see it did seem to comfort his dad some.

“That’s...True, I suppose. It will be a good fresh start for the both of us. I promise.”

Chapter 2

The rest of the night and most of the morning was spent frantically packing away whatever was left needing to be packed, but then by noon their belongings had been collected, Robin had officially been taken off of his old schools roster, and he and his father, as well as Spoon, had piled into the car and were driving not too far behind.

Robin couldn’t say he was sad about moving from his old school. He was always being bullied constantly despite his dad being one of the most intimidating teachers there. Part of why he was so anti-social and had a very tight “Don’t look at me” telepathic guard. Better to just keep people away and out of his life, he doesn’t trust people who aren’t his family. His Dad and his dog are the only people he feels safe around, and it’s been that way since he was a child…

About an hour into the car ride, Robin had fallen asleep. He wasn’t exactly in the most comfortable of positions, but with the rumbling of the car, the radio playing music quietly, and the rain beating down from the skies, creating a rhythmic and almost comfortable atmosphere…

Well, he hadn’t really slept all week. Major anxiety about the next school day and homework keeping him up. He had been largely relying on coffee to keep him going. Coffee and soda plus whatever random nutritional drink his dad offered him, to try and put some bulk on him. So it surprised no one when he drifted off…

Robin may have been exhausted, but he hated sleeping. Too many memories to creep up on him. Too much fuel for his nightmares.

This rest was no different. Flashes of needles, being held down, blood running down his arm and a bright light...Then sirens in the distance, large hands carrying him, crying into the shoulder of some stranger he doesn’t even remember…

That wasn’t even the worst nightmare he’s had, but it’s still enough for him to jolt in his seat and wake up gasping, arms burning and seatbelt suddenly uncomfortably tight.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.”

Robin flinches lightly as his father reaches out to touch his shoulder, but relaxes into it some after his rational brain catches up to his fight or flight instincts. He inhales, holds his breath for a few seconds, then exhales. At least he isn’t on the verge of hyperventilating anymore...Still, he can feel his hands trembling lightly, so he sticks them inside his hoodie pocket.

“Bad dream?”

Chen knows it was. He knows what Robin dreams of. Knows what happened. Well, as much as anyone knows what happened. But Robin’s distress is obvious, even if the teenager takes a second to collect himself with a small nod, face that was pulled into an expression of fear and confusion just a few seconds earlier quickly schooling itself back in a neutral scowl at the glove compartment.

“Yeah...Yeah. But it’s fine. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Chen knows Robin better than that, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he just lets his son go, leaning back in his own seat and letting out an awkward groan as he stretches his arms above his head, back and shoulders popping and cracking in protest. Even Robin cringes at the noise.

There’s silence between the two for a little bit, the only real noise being Robin shaking his leg, and Spoon panting like a happy pup in the boot of the car. It’s not as if he was cramped and shut in though, there was still enough room and space for him.

Robin breaks it first, feeling awkward.

“So...Is this the place?”

Leaning forward slightly to look up at the house before them, Robin finally realises it doesn’t seem like they’re planning to drive anymore. Did he really sleep for three hours?

Chen’s only answer is a quick but bright grin, then a short “Yep!”. After, he climbs out of the car, then walks around to open up Robin’s side.

Robin sort of tumbled out, but he does manage to stay standing. And afterwards, he stretches his limbs some. It’s not as if he had been cramped in the car, being as small as he was, but still...Sleeping in an awkward position for hours wasn’t something he could recommend.

Walking up the gravel driveway to stand beside his dad, Robin looks up at their new home.

It was two stories. Big, and Robin could see two sets of windows and even a smaller, clouded up one. A bathroom perhaps? On the lower level there seemed to be two large rooms judging by the windows, maybe a living room and kitchen, and finally, they also had a porch! With a swing seat on it!!!

Robin could see the beginnings of a fence on either side of the back of the house, so he supposed that was their garden. Wonder what it looked like...Chen had commented that it was big, but how big was, well, big?

Hearing a bark coming from behind them, Robin had to smile. Turning around, Chen walked over to open the large padded boot of the car, letting Spoon hop out. The Greyhound almost immediately bound out of the car, barking joyfully at nothing in particular. He ran a few random laps of his owners, before finally deciding to stop next to a street lamp post to relieve himself.

Lovely.

Robin was startled out of watching his hyperactive dog by Chen putting his hand on Robin’s shoulder, but Robin managed to suppress the surprised flinch. He always felt bad when he couldn’t because his dad always felt just as guilty...But right now, all Robin could read from Chen was “Happy”...Robin didn’t have a certain feeling or opinion on all of this yet, but...It was a new beginning, like Chen said. What could be the harm?

Chapter 3

After the moving van had dropped off their stuff, Chen and Robin spent the rest of the day moving it inside. It wasn’t like they had much, but still, it was a lot of work for two people. They managed to drag their couch inside though, along with their mattresses. Chen had deconstructed their beds to make it easier to move them, and planned to rebuild them in the morning. That was fine with Robin.

After that they just had to carry boxes into their house, which wasn’t too hard. They got piled up in the corner of the living room, along with their small tv. Wifi wouldn’t be on for a couple of days though, but at least they had a radio and Robin had a rather extensive book collection and some data on his phone if he got really bored.

So now, at six in the afternoon, the pair were sitting on chairs around the dining table in the kitchen that was already there when they arrived, eating instant noodles and silently listening to the boring news droning on in the background.

Robin had zoned out for the most part. He was staring down at his food, silently picking and eating at it. He wasn’t very hungry. His brain picked up a few of his dads stray thoughts here and there, but they weren’t very interesting. Unpacking boxes, calling some companies, getting work clothes set out, building stuff up, moving house stuff Robin supposed you could label it.

One thought did catch his attention though.

“Gonna have to call Robin’s new school…”

“New School?”

Robin couldn’t help it. He blurted it out before he could stop it, and immediately his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed sheepishly as he watched Chen’s own eyes widen for a few seconds, before he sighed and shook his head.

“Robin, what did we say about mind reading.”

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

Robin almost immediately started rocking back and forth slightly in his chair. It was a nervous habit of his. He knew Chen wouldn’t yell at him for it but sometimes his body instinctively slipped back into old habits before he could stop it. It was used to anticipating slaps and insults, and maybe even being shut tight in a room with telepathic dampeners blasting until he was crying. Even ten years later…

“Robin? Hey, hey, it’s fine kiddo. I know you can’t help it sometimes. It’s okay.”

Chen saying his name pulled him out of his thoughts again, and Robin realised he was breathing a little too heavily. Ugh, he hated it when he got like this. When stupid memories clouded his stupid judgement over the tiniest of things.

Swallowing around the thick lump that had appeared in his throat, Robin just nods, before shakily pushing himself up from the table. He couldn’t bring himself to look his Father in the eyes. He didn’t want to see the worry or sympathy.

“I’ll be a minute…”

“Robin-“

Robin doesn’t pause, and Chen doesn’t go after him. He just needs a few minutes. A few minutes to clear his brain, splash his face with some water, put his guards up so he doesn’t do that again tonight. Both read Chen’s mind and have an involuntary break down over an old memory he didn’t even need to be worrying about.

Entering the bathroom on the ground level of the house, Robin locks the door behind him. From there he walks over to the sink, turning on the cold tap. It’s dark, but he doesn’t bother turning on the light. He doesn’t want to see right now.

Once he’s deemed the water cold enough, he holds his hands under it, letting it spill into his hands. He leans forward, closes his eyes, and finally splashes it on his face.

He does this several times, each one harsher than the last. He knows he shouldn’t be so mean to himself but sometimes, knowing was different to wanting to not be mean to himself.

Call him a masochist, he called himself broken.

But gathering himself together again, he grabs the small hand towel hanging on a rack. He dries his face with it as much as possible, as well as rubbing it over his hair, and he lets out a small sigh as he hangs it back up.

He’s okay now. Or as okay as he can be.

He takes a deep breath, unlocks the door, then steps out of the bathroom.

Straight into his father’s arms.

He’s caught off guard by this. How long had Chen been standing there? Every instinct in him tells him to fight, to lash out and get away from the sudden hold.

But he kicks those back down. He doesn’t need them. Instead, he relaxes. That in turn seems to make Chen relax even more, and his hold on his adopted son tighten.

“I know you don’t like to talk about things, Robin, but...I’m here for you. You’re my son, I love you, and...I just want you to be able to talk to me and feel happy and safe…”

Robin couldn’t help but wince at that. Not because of Chen entirely, but because, well...He felt guilty. He did feel safe and able to talk, he just...Didn’t ever know how to start.

“I know, Dad...I love you too…”

It was the best answer he could give Chen. At the moment, anyway…

“Okay…”

Chen finally pulls back then, but one hand does go up to pat Robin’s head gently and affectionately. It’s always been a small thing between them. It actually calms Robin considerably.

“I wanted to talk to you about school, but it can wait until tomorrow. Get some rest, kiddo. You’ve had a long day.”

As if on cue, Robin moved his hand up to his mouth to stifle a loud yawn. It just made his Dad laugh in amusement. Robin hadn’t really felt tired until that moment, but now…

Robin hated sleeping, but he could definitely feel it tugging at him. It had been a few days since he’d actually slept through the night…

Maybe if he took enough pills…

What if he…

Robin inhaled perhaps a little too sharply, and shook the thought from his head. No. Not going there tonight.

“Yeah...I’ll try, pops.”

Robin gave Chen a small smile. He was too exhausted to try for a bigger and brighter one. A more convincing one…

After that, he made to walk past Chen, to go upstairs. On his way past, Chen ruffles his hair. It’s something he’s always done before Robin goes to bed. Robin usually complains, and tonight was no different. He tuts and whines “Daaaaaaaad”, which earns a chuckle out of his adopted Father. It’s normalcy they need. Especially in such an unfamiliar setting…

But Chen lets go of his sons head, who in turn trudges up the stairs. He kicks off his jeans as soon as he’s in the door of his bedroom, pulling on some pyjama bottoms from the pile of clothing sitting on a still unopened box, then walks over to his mattress, already covered in his pillows and blankets, and he flops onto them. He just lies there, not thinking about anything in particular. He doesn’t count on getting any sleep, was probably just going to wait for a bit then turn on the lights to read a book.

But he closes his eyes. And...They stay closed. His mind stays inactive. No nightmares or past traumas coming to haunt him.

Just...Blissful radio silence. As well as a peaceful rest.

[whiskeyxcola]

Yours Truly: Part Seventeen

Summary: The school year begins; Sadie accepts a date with a co-worker.  Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1580 Warnings: None? A/N: Hope you enjoy the continuing series collab with @captain-s-rogers ​​! Don’t be afraid to ask to be on the taglist, and please let us know what you think! Also, keep an eye out for part eighteen, which Ashley will be posting later today! I say again … this man is hard to find gifs for!

Tags: @ellen-reincarnated1967 @crazililwabbit @catching-up-with-kayla @speakinvain @merlinlover

Masterlist

August 12

Caroline,

It’s the first day of school, which means we can officially make phone calls to each other at will! I’m sure our letters will be more sporadic, but I’m still enjoying writing them.

Speaking of, forgive me that it’s been a while since my last letter. With inservices last week and nothing to do between but read and forget about Farmer Pratt on my downtime, there hasn’t been much to tell. I want to do like you say and go for it, but I look at Layla and I know how much it would mean to her to have her whole family back. Doesn’t mean I can’t sit for her every now and again, and I’m sure I’ll see her at the school. You’d be proud of me if you knew what I said to Chris on open house night, though. I’ll tell you about it when we actually talk on the phone, which I’m hoping will be soon.

I’m so excited for you -- getting the President’s endorsement is HUGE! Chris deserves it though … about as much as you deserve him. I suppose I can’t really comment on that right now in my current situation, can I? I’m guessing that after the latest debacle (yeah, I did catch that much on the news) that you and Charlie have called it quits for good. So, hey, there’s the silver lining in all of this!

Well, I suppose I should touch up my lip gloss and head to the school. The kindergartners will come in small groups for just a couple of hours today, and then tomorrow it’s on to full days. Can’t wait to start teaching these little ones!

Yours truly,

Sadie

Having small groups of kids on the first day helped orient the kindergarteners to the new daily routine. Sadie could review the classroom procedures and rules with four or five of them at a time and it was far easier to manage than the whole class at once -- especially for the ones who had not attended preschool and weren’t accustomed to being away from their parents in such a structured environment.

After her second group, Sadie had a lunch break and some plan time. She re-filled her water cup, ate a sandwich, and then set to work straightening a few things in the classroom. A knock on her door caught her attention just as she was getting ready to go meet the kids from her third group at the front of the school.

“Mr. Denning,” Sadie smiled. “How’s your first day going?”

The P.E. teacher smiled back. “Not too bad -- always a little boring, going over rules and whatnot, you know. Especially for the older kids.”

“I would imagine,” Sadie nodded.

“You know, you can call me Cooper,” he told her. “That’s my first name. And maybe I could call you Sadie?”

“Of course. I don’t mind it at all, but I never know who prefers to stay on a last-name basis when I’m in a new building.”

“Fair enough,” Cooper nodded. “Listen, I don’t mean to be forward or come out of nowhere, but I enjoyed getting to know you a little better at inservices last week. Would you maybe like to have dinner with me tonight? No pressure or anything, just a friendly back-to-school meal at the diner. If that goes well, then maybe we can see where things goes next.”

Sadie considered him carefully. Cooper Denning was nice, a gentleman, and didn’t give her any creepy vibes. His offer was more than reasonable; not even necessarily a request for a date, just a simple invitation for dinner with the possibility of a date another time. Taking a deep breath and deciding it was time to move forward, Sadie gave him a polite smile and a confident nod. If nothing else, perhaps she could make a new friend.

“That would be nice.”

Cooper smiled, too. “Great. In the interest of keeping it friendly, how about if I meet you there at six o’ clock?”

“Sounds great,” Sadie agreed. “I need to go get my kiddos from out front, but I’ll see you tonight.”

Cooper waved and headed back for the gym. Sadie couldn’t say she was excited for her dinner with him, but she was looking forward to doing something besides spending the evening alone.

At the end of the day, Sadie was feeling better than she had in weeks. All of her small groups had done so well, and she was going to be able to get out of the house for supper. Chris and Layla were still on her mind, but she seemed able to push them to the back burner for now. They were figuring out their lives, and she had to figure out hers.

Of course, her peace couldn’t last. She didn’t mind in the least that it was interrupted by Layla excitedly running up to her in the hallway outside the main office, but she would have been happier had Emily not accompanied Layla.

“I have my own desk!” Layla said, jumping up and down excitedly. “And this is my backpack and ‘member this dress? You made it for me!”

“That I did,” Sadie said, unable to stop her smile. “Your first day must have been really good, you are full of energy!”

“Yep!” Layla said, galloping in circles around Sadie.

Emily spoke up then, telling Layla to calm down, and taking the girl by the hand. “Sadie, I’m glad we ran into you. Chris was going to call, but since we’re all here -- are you available to babysit Friday night? Chris and I have a -- a thing, and Layla’s been asking to spend time with you.”

Sadie nodded, although she felt somewhat hesitant. “Yes, of course. I’d love to.”

“Yay!” Layla cheered, beginning her galloping again.

Emily looked slightly irritated. “Layla, sweetheart, calm down, please. I already asked you once. Let’s get home.”

“Bye Adie! See you tomorrow at school and Friday at my house!” Layla called over her shoulder.

Sadie couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. It was nice to know that in the midst of everything changing, Layla was exactly the same.

The diner wasn’t terribly busy when Sadie pulled up, still dressed in the same clothes she had been for the school day. She had touched up her makeup once at home, fluffed her hair, and readied a few things for the next day before heading back to town.

Cooper was waiting for her on the sidewalk in front of the diner. He gave her a modest side hug when he saw her, then opened the door, letting Sadie pass by first before following her to a booth by the window.

They chatted casually about their respective first days, made their orders when the waitress came by the table, and then Cooper launched into telling her about some of the older kids in the school, starting with the ones who had younger siblings in kindergarten. Sadie appreciated having the background on her students, and Cooper made the stories especially entertaining.

In the middle of their meal, the bell over the door rang. The sound caught Sadie’s attention, and her eyes darted from Cooper to the door. The two people she had pushed to the back of her mind were once again at the forefront as she watched the Pratt family walk into the diner.

Chris and Emily were on either side of Layla, each of them holding her hand. Layla was grinning, Chris was smiling, and Emily was about as happy as Sadie had seen her in any of their few interactions. Once they got up to the counter to make their to-go order, Chris lifted Layla into his arms, balancing her on one arm while placing one hand at the small of Emily’s back to guide her closer to the counter.

Sadie’s attention was no longer on Cooper at all, and he noticed. He waved his hand in front of her face; she snapped back to attention.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing. “I, uh, got distracted.”

Cooper gave her a sympathetic smile. “Sadie. You can be honest with me. I know about you and Chris -- thanks to Libby Anderson, I think the whole school probably does.”

“Fantastic,” Sadie sighed.

“Hey,” he said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “Don’t be embarrassed. We all know that Libby is a gossip. I’m just sorry you had to be the subject of her gossip this time. I do want us to be friends, and if that’s all this becomes, then that’s just fine.”

Sadie couldn’t have been more grateful for how understanding Cooper was about the entire situation. She kept her eyes focused on him for the remainder of the time the Pratts were in the diner, and that helped to cope with the presence of the seemingly happy family.  

Once the table was cleared, the new friends didn’t linger. Cooper walked her to her car and thanked her for a good evening.

“Thank you, too,” Sadie replied. “I’m sorry if I made things weird, or disappointed you at all.”

Cooper waved her off. “We both have a new friend, that’s a good thing. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?”

Sadie nodded. “Yeah, for sure. Thanks again.”

“Anytime.”

She got in her car and left then, anxious to work through her new feelings over seeing the Pratt family in the diner, but not so anxious for loneliness to set in again once she was home.

[of-theatre-and-fandoms]

The Snow Day (fluffy Naekusaba)

Ah, the first snow of winter, always a magical time, especially around Christmas. You always saw lots of people and kids playing out in the snow, and one of those people was Makoto Naegi. He was cheerful year round, but winter had to be his favorite because of the snow, and the winter holidays.

School was officially out for a few weeks due to the holidays, and no one was happier than he when he woke up the next morning to a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. So he donned his winter jacket, boots, gloves, and hat, and traipsed over to the dorms. Maybe someone would wanna play?

It seemed that most everyone had gone home for the holidays, there were few people left, and one of those people was his longtime friend, Mukuro Ikusaba. He grinned to himself as he knocked on her door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Mukuro, cmon open up! I know you’re home!”

Mukuro cracked open the door, smiling a little when saw it was him, and then opened it fully. “Hi.. Why are you dressed like that? Is it really that cold outside today?”

“Didn’t you know? It snowed overnight! I was wondering if you wanted to come out and play in the snow with me?” He looked at her hopefully, giving her the puppy dog look, which no one could resist. So she sighed and held up a finger, indicating to give her a second. A few moments later she came back out, decked out in full winter weather gear. Makoto smiled at her and grabbed her hand, tugging her outside. “You look really cute Muku!”

“Ah.. Thanks.. Junko picked it out, or it was hers, I don’t remember,” She shrugged and looked down at the jacket. “Then again, she doesn’t wear black too often so she probably bought it for me..”

“Either way, you look nice!” He smiled and paused, turning to face her. “So, what do you wanna do first? Snowball fight, snow angels, building a snowman? The possibilities are endless!”

Mukuro shrugged, looking around. “I don’t mind what we do.. But honestly I’ve never um.. I’ve never played in the snow before..”

“What?? No way! You’ve never played in the snow?” He frowned. “How come?”

“I don’t know I just.. Never did, I guess I missed out? I mean is playing in the snow some rite of passage for everyone? It’s just frozen water falling from the sky.” She hugged her arms, poking her boot around in the snow.

“Snow is more than that! Snow is.. Amazing!” Makoto grinned and scooped some up, shaping it into a snowball. “Here, watch this.” He smirked and hurled it at Togami, who was a little ways away, reading on a bench. Makoto grabbed her hand and ducked down, while Togami whipped his head around, furious.

“Hmph.. Whoever did that better show themselves or I swear-“

“Oh shut up Togami, you can’t say you weren’t expecting it deep down.” Kirigiri smirked, glancing behind him and seeing the two. “Perhaps you’d better go inside if you don’t want it to happen again.”

“Is that a threat-“

“Just a warning.” She chuckled, walking by and shooting the two a wink.

Togami huffed and got up, brushing himself off and walking inside.

Once he was gone, Makoto burst into a fit of giggles, which caused Mukuro to start laughing too. His laugh was infectious, what could she say?

“Did you see his face? That was priceless!” He hugged his stomach, wiping tears from his eyes. “Whew.. That was amazing!”

Mukuro chuckled and nodded, grinning. “That was amazing.. Could we do that again?”

“Sure! If he comes back.” He grinned and fell backwards in the snow. “For now, let’s make a snow angel!”

She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “How exactly do you make one..? Is it hard?”

“Not at all! Here, just watch.” He smiled and started moving his arms and legs up and down, until he was satisfied and stood up. “There! A snow angel.”

“Oh, seems easy..” She laid back, shivering as the snow hit the back of her bare neck. She copied Makoto’s movements, until he helped her up and looked down at the two snow angels, side by side. “Hm.. Mine is a little bigger.”

Makoto pouted, sighing. “Because you’re slightly taller, but whatever! You did a good job! Now let’s see.. We could build a snowman if you want!”

Mukuro nodded, following his lead as he rolled up a giant snowball to form the base, the middle, and finally the head. “Isn’t there supposed to be a face? At least, I think that’s how traditional snowmen are made..”

Makoto smiled, nodding. “Yep! But we have to find the stuff to make the face, which we would use sticks and twigs.”

“How about a branch?”

He looked over and saw that she had two large branches in her hands. “W-Wha.. Where did you get those?”

“A tree.”

“But.. You’re actually.. Well, you’re.. Ah, never mind, good job Mukuro!” He smiled at her, sticking in two rocks for the eyes, a small twig for the nose, and a bunch of little pebbles for the smile. “Would you do the honors Muku?”

She nodded, sticking the branches on either end. “Like that, yes?”

“Yep! That’s a good looking snowman huh?”

“I’d say so..” She smiled a bit, shivering. “Oh.. Now I’m getting really cold..”

“Oh, well let’s go inside then and have some hot chocolate! How does that sound?” Makoto smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her inside.

And he couldn’t see it, but along with her response, a small blush dusted across her cheeks. It could’ve been from the cold.. Or was it?

(Yay! More Naekusaba, such a blessed ship goddamn, always happy to help fill up the tag! Oh, and this request was by @thedang25 :) thank you so much!)

[sunnysidewrites]

Assassin!Seungcheol Pt 2 FINALE

THIS IS LONGER THAN WOLF!WONWOO BY 5 WORDS IM SCREAMING THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY LONGEST SCENARIO EVER!!!! bc i tagged her in part 1, im tagging @cheollies again bc she was one of the reasons why i was motivated ljdsfljdfl <3333 THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR WONDERFUL FEEDBACK IM SO SORRY ITS LATE!!! THIS IS A WILD RIDE AGAIN!! ENJOY THE FINALE MY CHILDREN!!!! <333333

warnings: some violence, references to part 1, my tears and anguish from completing this

Part 1 | Part 2 (Finale)

Two months.

That’s how long it had been since you had contacted him

You sighed as you stirred your coffee

Yep, you guessed it, in the same cafe that all the workers know you on a first name basis

Why do I keep coming back here? You glumly chided yourself, your cheek resting on your palm

You check your phone for the twentieth time that hour, wishing to have at least some notification about his whereabouts

Even if it’s something like “hey i’m safe and don’t look for me”

Bc all you need is just some validation that he’s okay,,,, but nothing. No texts, no calls, no “accidental” video calls, no “hey loser where are you” to check in where you are,,,, all you get is a black screen

Even though you practically have your lockscreen ingrained in your head from the amount of times you’ve seen it, you still can’t help but choke up a little

A blurry candid of seungcheol holding out his hand about to smear you with his ice cream mockingly stares back at you

You shake your head and get up your seat as you pack your things

You’re done. You’re done waiting. You gave him two whole freaking months, an entire 60 days. Sulking around waiting for someone to come back to you isn’t your forte.

And that will end today, you resolutely nod to yourself and start heading out the door.

“You what?!”

He sighs and holds his hand up, “Please. Don’t yell. It’s early.” He reaches his hand out for a biscuit

“How can you even nonchalantly eat breakfast right now??! Do you even understand what you’ve done?!” Joshua smacks his hand, dropping the biscuit

“Um hEY--”

“You made it this far without him suspecting anything, which is a major surprise and accomplishment. But it will bite you in the butt sooner or later, Cheols.” He briefly flinches at the name but Joshua is just prESSING the issue

“He’s gonna kill you. Not only you but probably her too. This is way too dangerous!”

“jOSHUA! Please! I know what I did, and I absolutely have no regrets.” He shakes his head, a faraway gaze in his eyes. “I’ve killed many people before, but I at least knew the gist of why I was. But she,,,, she’s just a pawn in my dad’s game,,, completely useless”

Joshua leans back in his chair and blinks slowly

“You love her. Don’t you,” he says more as a statement than an inquiry

He takes his silence as a definite answer and rubs his forehead. “Seungcheol…”

“Look, he’s been giving me regular jobs to do, you know the usual. He hasn’t caught on… yet… And he has much bigger things to worry about.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s not keeping tabs!”

He sighs, ready to cut off the conversation. “We’re done here--”

And there he sees

He freezes, the only thing moving is his eyes on someone’s figure

You walk down the street taking in the bustling city view

Your eyes flicker to a table outside a store a few blocks ahead

You stop and squint your eyes. That wasn’t… was it?

You rub your eyes but by then the two people sitting there disappeared

You shake your head and continue walking, completely convinced you’re getting delirious by the second

You finally disappear out of sight and only then does seungcheol let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

“Dude,,,, you have to tell her at some point”

“I know… I know.”

You barge and storm in the office with your arms folded

“I need to find someone.”

Your father looks up from his paperwork, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose

“Y/N… can this wait?”

“I have been for two months and I’m sick of it. I need you to hire someone to help me find them”

“Sweetie, I’m really busy--”

“Dad….. Dad please. I have to. I need to.”

“....fine. I’ll have my assistant deal with it”

And you’re like yES OMG ILY THANKS POPS

He tells you to go to his assistant’s office a little ways down the hall where you’re greeted by the typical warm person

“Hello, Ms. Y/N, I haven’t seen you in a while!”

“Hi jeonghan!!! Look I really need you to find someone asap”

“Ah, yes, your father just notified me about that just now,,,, well I’ll do my best to search for someone in our team. Give me until the end of the day today?”

And you’re like oh my god he’s willing to put this fIRST :’)))))

“Omg that’s actually really fast,,, don’t you have more important things to do? I can wait a few days if that’s the case,,,,”

“No no! Ahah it’s fine you just hang on tight, I will definitely get back to you shortly!”

You’re like oH MY GOD YAY JEONGHAN U ARE SO NICE AND THE BEST NO ONE CAN COMPARE and you promptly hug him before leaving

“Yeah,,,, nice,,, that’s all I’ll ever be,” he wistfully smiles and lets out a small sigh

You come back to the office later that night and Jeonghan is like i found one of our best investigators/hackers!!!!

You’re like omg aju nICE

You and the woman walk to her “headquarters,” is what she calls them when it's just the room she works in lmao

The moment you both get settled you make it crystal clear

“Choi Seungcheol.”

And obviously you tell her a little more about him lmao

All you can see is her fingers flying over the keyboard and tons of files filling the screen

She spends a few more minutes digging but she’s like sorry babe none of them fit your description

And you’re like that can’t be right,,,,,

“Can you check the surveillance cameras? On streets and stuff?”

You tell her the date, time, and location of when you last saw him and she dives into another search party

“hmmm -- i foUND SOMETHING”

You see when he kisses you and you have to shield your eyes away from the impact,,,, your chest suddenly feels heavier

She senses this and gently places her hand on top of yours

“,,,,I’m sorry. We’ll find him”

She follows the cameras once he heads home and she’s like ok well looks like he’s staying in this beat up motel

She reviews cams even up to present day and still sees him leaving and entering the building and you’re like ok i’m sold and start to get up

She puts a hand on your arm and is like uh wait honey you aren’t going alone

“Well who else is gonna go??”

“Me. I was physically trained sufficiently enough for a bodyguard position, so don’t sweat”

She stands up and starts rummaging through her makeshift closet to pull out 2 bulletproof vests

You look at her stunned before breaking out in a grin

“I’m game.”

“You went back on my orders? Do you know what position you’re in?!” He barks

Seungcheol trains his eyes on the floor and numbly responds, “I didn’t think there was a reason to kill an innocent person who has no involvement in this business. It’s her father, no?”

His dad sighs and rubs his temples. “Son, you follow. I command. I guess you’ll just have to face the consequences for not obeying me, your own father… Tsk,” he distastefully clucks his tongue. “You actually thought I didn’t know this entire time. I knew you didn’t kill her that night of your romantic doings”

“I know,,, It just happened,,,, I had to do it to get her to trust me” stop lying to urself cheols smh we and mr choi all know ur whipped

“Just please leave her alone.”

His icy chuckle sends shivers down Seungcheol’s spine for the first time

“Ohoho,,, you thought you were the one in trouble?”

Seungcheol looks up at him with his eyes narrowed in confusion

And then they narrow in fury

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I most certainly would.” does anyone get the reference lmao #tb to part 1

“What did you dO TO HER”

“Guess you’ll both find out. Shall we?”

“This,,,, is where he’s staying at?”

You look at the paint peeling off the sign “Stay Inn”

The hinges of the battered doors are about to come off

Two streetlamps flicker lazily, yellow light pathetically illuminating the parking lot

“The footage doesn’t lie,” she says as she takes a look around. “Room 114, let’s go”

You and her cautiously creep up in front of the door and then kick it wide open

“....No one’s here.” And you can’t help but feel a lil disappointed :((

Both of you are looking around his room for any sort of clues but it looks like any (less than) average hotel room with clothes scattered everywhere and plastic plates littered around the table

Eventually you both ditch the place and you’re about to call it a day when she abruptly stops you

“Wait. i heard something over there,” she subtly looks over at the other side of the street

You hold your breath as she discreetly scans around the area and then

“geT DOWN!” She pulls your arm down as she drops to the ground

Your ears are ringing from the gunshots from the one right next to you and the one on the other side

“We have to leave now!” She scrambles up and tries hiding behind parked vehicles on the curb as she pushes you to move

You’re able to run down only a couple of blocks when you see another group of men coming at you in the same direction

You look to your right and there’s also another group

She curses under her breath before pulling you to another direction, “this way!”

You have to weave through miscellaneous objects through alleys and garbage cans

You’re pushing your legs as fast as you can despite the growing burning sensation LOL I LOVE THAT ALBUM STAN TALENT STAN SF9

You’re about to collapse when someone tACKLES YOU FROM BEHIND

“Mmfdffmlfj!!!!” Your cries are muffled behind their hand

The last thing you remember is her voice calling your name

“Try again.” You can barely make out the words before the frigid water hits your face

You cough violently and open your eyes

“Ah, you’re finally awake.”

In the dimly lit room your eyes try to adjust to the dark shapes and what seems to be in some sort of empty abandoned building

The man gestures to someone to brighten up the place and only then do you take a good look at who’s in front of you

The infamous Mr. Choi staring back at you, the very man your father has talked about countless of times

“Bring him out,” he orders as he keeps his eyes locked with yours

You hear the heavy grunt of the metal door opening and you instantly hear a voice that you’ve spent this entire time searching for

“Let.. me… go!” He spits out as he attempts to wriggle out of the men’s grips

He looks up and it’s all that takes him to still again

Your disheveled wet hair sticking to the edges of your face, the top you bought in the mall that one day now drenched in water, the dismay in your eyes

His breath gets caught in his throat before he angrily turns to his father and fumes, “Why is she here? Why did you bring me?”

He chuckles and strides to you with every menacing step

“Didn’t I say you would both find out?” He traces your jaw and you have to use every fiber of your body to not vomit on his polished Prada leather dress shoes

Seungcheol grits his teeth and violently thrashes around in their grip around him

Your breathing gets heavier as his hand drifts down to your neck

“Would be a shame to end things here… wouldn’t it?” He laughs before whipping out a gun from his pocket

“But let’s just cut out the games. You were meant to die on that night, but my idiot of a son couldn’t do it.” He points the head right in front of you

“So i’ll do it in his stead. Any last words you wanna exchange?” He gestures to you and his son

You look around to find any way out but all the entrances are utterly blocked by his guards

You slowly turn around to the rustling noise

“Stop it, Seungcheol…. Don’t act like you care.”

He looks at you in bewilderment and scoffs, “Act? You think I’m acting? I nearly risked my life to save yours! And this is just,,,, acting?”

“You were supposed to kill me that night. And you didn’t. That was your biggest mistake. You should have just ended things, not like the pathetic way you did over the phone,” your voice slightly faltered.

“It wasn’t a mistake! I wanted you to get away from this, to get away from me! Why can’t you understand that?” He was in disbelief; he practically saved you!

“You’re right. It was a bigger mistake on my end that I believed I mattered for once in my life.” He softens his facial expressions when you look up at him with a dead stare. “Y/N….”

You numbly turn back at the gun pointed in front of you

“So? Aren’t you gonna do it?”

He laughs at your provocation and merely shrugs

“If you say so”

You hear him loading the gun and just when you anticipate a bullet firing, you hear one but from behind you

The entire building is in chaos and smoke and dirt fill your vision

“Seungcheol!” Joshua and Junhui along with a whole team invade the space

He only points towards you and yells over the noise to have them focus on your safety

They nod and send the team over to help you get out of the guards’ grip

Joshua, Junhui, and 2 others are staying back to help Seungcheol as the rest of the group rushes to your side

As he’s ducking with his arms over his head, he pulls out his gun and manages to skim Minghao’s arm

He curses and holds his wound together while shouting something to another member

Soonyoung kicks the gun out of Mr. Choi’s hands as Jihoon and Seungkwan lock his arms with handcuffs

Two people who quickly introduce themselves as Wonwoo and Mingyu are on both of your sides with their arms wrapped around your shoulders

They’re talking so quickly that all the coherent words you can hear are “get” “you” “safety” “right now”

“Seungcheol??” You look at both of them, but neither are meeting your gaze

“He told us to get you first. He’ll be fine,,, he has the rest of the guys there”

“But what if he’s hurt?!”

Wonwoo quickly looks back at his shoulder and sees a few of the guards running after them

“There’s no time! We have to go right now!”

You finally burst out into the open chilly night air and make a beeline for the waiting van parked outside

They push you in first and once Mingyu slides in he immediately slams the door shut. “fLOOR IT!!!”

Vernon slams on the gas pedal and you’re off

The entire car ride is silent save for the heavy breathing from the adrenaline pumping through everyone

Wonwoo, the closest one next to you, puts his hand reassuringly on your knee

“We’re taking you to our headquarters, which is essentially our hideout,,, you’ll be safe there, I promise”

Still staring out the window, you numbly nod as he slowly removes his hand

When you arrive there, you do what they told you to: cleanse, get dressed, and hold on tight as they find a way to contact her father

After a somewhat relaxing shower, you emerge from the bathroom wearing a baggy shirt underneath a hoodie up to mid-thigh and sweats that were left outside of the door when someone named Chan knocked on it earlier

You walk to the living room where everyone is gathered around a circle talking about different methods of communication with everyone

“Oh, Y/N,” Wonwoo gets up and jogs to you. “Feel free to get something from the kitchen to eat. You can hang around the front or the back, but it’s really dark and cold, so we don’t want anything more bad to happen”

You flicker your eyes from his face to the other 3 on the couches

They slightly wave to you with a small smile and continue their discussion

You nod and thank him before heading to the kitchen

You grab an ice cream bar and a bottle of water before heading out to the front

You sit on a bench and look up at the starry night sky

Just earlier this morning, you were resolute to find him

And now fast forward to the end of the day, you were with his coworkers at their hideout

As you finish up your dessert, you brush yourself off and take a look around the area

You go around to the back and see a picnic table with folding chairs all over the yard

As you approach the table, you see a few polaroids that seem to be too familiar

“Wait… this was when we went to the cafe….”

You flip over each picture and see scribbles of writing on them

“The ice cream wasn’t as sweet as her”

You flip over each picture and see more writing similar to the caption before and realize all of the pictures are of you

The last one you flip over is the last night you saw him

He took a picture of you talking to your cousin,,,, you slowly turn over the picture

“This could have been me…”

“There you go again.”

You quickly put down the picture and slowly turn towards the voice

Seungcheol, all battered and bruised, is standing just 10 feet away

Cuts and scrapes are all over his face and arms, his clothes ripped and dirtied

He slowly walks towards you and you can’t help but to lean against the table for support

“Do… what?”

He stops in front of you, his face only inches away from yours

“Being irresistible. We’re not even together yet and you’re already wearing my clothes?”

“What makes you think we’re going to get together? Do you always want to kill your potential girlfriends?”

He gently places his hand on your chin and turns your head to face him

“No. Do you always go on a spontaneous hunt for a guy and end up almost dying?”

“That’s not fair; I didn’t know you were caught up in this shady stuff!”

“....Are you gonna walk away from it? From me?” He looks at you, a hint of desperation and anxiety in his eyes. “That’s exactly why I told you to forget about me”

You place both of your hands on his face, caressing his cheeks. “If we’re gonna make this relationship work, we’re gonna have to go over some rules about secrets”

He lights up at the word “relationship” and you can’t help but smile at his childlike grin

“You gotta stop that too”

He’s like ??? what do you mean

“Being vulnerable.” And you both seal your promises with a lingering kiss that tastes like coffee ice cream

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

Tagged by @spockswhales <3 

85 Things About Me: 

1. last drink: Diet coke

2. last phone call: My oldest friend

3. last text message: “If you just realized a repressed memory, clap your hands!” 

4. last song you listened to: Wicked Game cover by London Grammar. 

5. time you cried: Yesterday. 

6. dated someone twice? No

7. kissed someone and regretted it? Big Yes

8. been cheated on? Umm.... not officially, but kinda. 

9. lost someone special? Yes

10. been depressed? Yep

11. gotten drunk and thrown up? No

favorite colors

12. Blue

13. Red

14. Purple

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends? Yeah

16. fallen out of love? No

17. laughed until you cried? yeah

18. found out someone was talking about you? Yes

19. met someone who changed you? yes

20. found out who your friends are? Yes

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list? No 

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? All but 2 who live internationally. 

23. do you have any pets? yes

24. do you want to change your name? no

25. what did you do for your last birthday? Went to the fair with my mom day of, then shipped out for London day after. 

26. what time did you wake up today? 8:07am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? talking to @radioexcelsis and watching Gilmore Girls. 

28. what is something you cant wait for? Fall trip to Europe. 

30. what are you listening to right now? Alternative covers (music artists singing songs that aren’t theirs)

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? yes

32. something thats getting on your nerves? *internal screaming over my asexuality* 

33. most visited website: tumblr

34. hair color: dark brown

35. long or short hair:  on me? long. on others? Whatever. 

36. do you have a crush on someone: no (I have a fan crush on gal gadot, though?)

37. what do you like about yourself: I sing. 

38. want any piercings? No more than I already have. 

39. blood type: No idea

40. nicknames: Angst Monarch (thanks @radioexcelsis)

41. relationship status: single

42. zodiac: Virgo/Libra cusp.

43. pronouns: she/her

44. fave tv shows: Star Trek TOS, Gilmore Girls, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Friends, The Path, Galavant, etc etc etc. 

45. tattoos: Want several. Will actually get zero. 

46. right or left handed: Right handed

47. ever had surgery: no. 

48. piercings: ears

49. sport: used to play soccer, currently kickbox. 

50. vacation: I go to a shakespeare theater festival every year with my mom, and I’ll be going to Florida, New York, London, Scotland, and possibly California this year. 

51. trainers: shoes? Yes. I use them to do the running of the 5ks and such. 

more general

52. eating: I have to start eating healthier, but hey I’m still losing weight and gaining muscle so yay? Find protein and eat it, kids. 

54. im about to watch: Tonight I have grand plans to watch the new episodes of The Path. 

55. waiting for: work to be over so I can go home and continue purging my possessions and also do my taxes. 

56. want: to be happy and healthy and financially stable. 

57. get married: want to, but no prospects, and no idea what attraction even is so uh. hey. 

58. career: used to want to be an actress. Still do. Still might. But for now I’m perfectly happy at my job... coming up on four years here, and starting to travel, so I’m happy. Plus I joined a choir so I’m singing again... 

which is better?

59. hugs or kisses: hugs

60. lips or eyes: eyes

61. shorter or taller: I’m tall. 5′ 8″.

62. older or younger: older are more stable and have great life lessons, younger are so vibrant and fun to talk to and I like imparting wisdom and being mom. OH WAIT YOU MEANT ROMANTICALLY. Um... older. 

63. nice arms or stomach: mmmmmm I don’t know? *blinks*

64. hookup or relationship: relationship

65. hesitant or troublemaker: both

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: yes

67. drank hard liquor: yes

68. lost glasses: I don’t wear them, but sunglasses, yes, I’ve drowned many a pair fishing or swimming. 

69. turned someone down: yes

70. sex on first date: no

71. broken someones heart: yes

72. had your heart broken: yes

73. been arrested: no

74. cried when someone died: yes

75. fallen for a friend: yes?

do you believe in

76. yourself: what

77. miracles: um

78. love at first sight: no

79. santa claus: HE’S REAL! (no). 

80. kiss on a first date: nope.

81. angels: ehhhhhh

  other

82 best friend’s name: secret

83.eye colour: brown

84. fave movie: so many options... LoTR, Beauty and the Beast, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Pride and Prejudice (2005), The Karate Kid (original), The King’s Speech, Wayne’s World, etc etc. 

85. fave actor: will not say for fear. 

[11jj11]

Upon Our Sea - Pokeshipping - Chapter 1

This story is going to be Pokeshipping (AshXMisty) along with BrockXLillie (Do these two have a ship name?).

Just to note-- the Vulpix Brock has in this story is not the same one from the original series! Brock's only had this little guy for a year now. Where this Vulpix came from will be said next chapter. And while this story is for Pokeshipping week, Brock will be a major character just like Misty and Ash, so his side of the story will be explored just as much.

Chapter One – Ten Years Gone

“A Ponyta, Brock!” Misty groaned. “He brought a freaking Ponyta to the gym battle! The poor thing couldn’t even stand on the floating islands provided for land Pokemon! It kept slipping on the pool edges– and the trainer kept it battling!”

Brock smiled slightly as Misty continued on with her rant, bringing his mug to his lips. The coffee was quite hot, and far from refreshing as they sat in the sun of the outdoor cafe. But with the long hours he worked at the Pokemon Center, coffee was at times the only thing that kept Brock going throughout the day. Working full time as a Pokemon doctor was something Brock had always dreamed of doing, but it was far from an easy job. Stress and pressure were a constant companion, with him performing much more complicated surgeries and procedures than the average nurse. And since he covered as the Pokemon doctor for three different cities, he often found himself rushing between Centers throughout the week.

So a lunch break listening to Misty’s gripes was something he honestly found relaxing.

Misty’s Marill was at her ankles, poking hopefully around at the ground for some crumbs– despite the bowl of Pokemon food in front of her that Misty had ordered. Brock’s Vulpix had turned his nose up at even the mention of Pokemon food that came from someone other than Brock, and so he was currently napping on his lap instead.

“Did they win the badge?” Brock asked as Misty paused to catch her breath.

Misty smirked. “Of course they didn’t– Golduck took care of them.”

“You used Golduck in a gym match?!” Brock cried, choking slightly as he took another sip of coffee. He coughed, quickly sitting up, earning a glare from Vulpix as his nap was disturbed. “You know that you’re only suppose to use certain Pokemon depending on how many badges the trainer has–”

Misty rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and we’re also supposed to judge and challenge a trainer’s skill. If they’re reckless enough to send a Pokemon like Ponyta against a water gym– and not even have the raw power or moves to back them up as reasoning– then I’m going to show them just how serious gym matches can be.”

Leave it to Misty to use some of her strongest Pokemon in a gym battle. Brock smiled to himself, personally glad that she hadn’t allowed a reckless trainer even a chance at the gym badge, even if the league probably wouldn’t agree with her action.

“...Has he come back to challenge you since?” Brock asked uncertainly.

Misty’s lips twisted. “Not yet, but it’s only been a week. If he’s training up Ponyta, or bringing a Pokemon that actually stands chance, then I’ll accept his challenge again. Fighting at a type disadvantage means that you have no idea what you’re doing, you’re backed into a corner with that battle, or you actually have power and strategy to accomplish a potential win.”

“Most Elites and gym leaders would fall into that last category,” Brock noted, looking down and stroking Vulpix.

“Yes– but not just any challenger,” Misty said. “Outside of those working for the league only a few people could actually consistently pull that off successfully and safely, you know? People like–”

She paused mid sentence, and Brock raised his head. He could see the name on her lips, the hesitancy in her eyes. She took in a breath, as if considering to say his name, before closing her mouth. She pressed her lips together, looking away. Her Marill quickly hopped up onto her shoulder, patting her head.

“Like Ash?” Brock finished, and Misty glared at him.

“Yeah, just like Ketchum,” She muttered, stroking her Marill as it attempted to comfort her.

Silence hung between them after she spoke, and Brock set his mug down, wondering if it would be worth breaking the silence. He could see the conflicting emotions on her face– bitterness, sorrow, longing. There was a bit of happiness too, unvoiced memories that always brought a smile to her face, but still there was pain. He knew that often it wasn’t the best idea to prod Misty when she was like this, but Brock truly wanted to know how she felt.

“Miss him?” Brock asked, deciding to keep the question short and simple.

Misty’s eyes narrowed. “I would say yes– though I’m quite sure he doesn’t miss us. It’s been what– over a year now since we’ve last seen him? And that was basically him just dropping in to say hi! How long has it been since we’ve last spent quality time with him Brock? The last time we’ve had a meaningful conversation– even one on the phone?! At least two full years!”

“You know how Ash is,” Brock said, trying to loosen the tension around them. “He just gets distracted, he’s probably out on some adventure right now doing... what Ash does. You know he thinks about us– he’s always happy to see us after a long time away!”

Misty gritted her teeth. “Sure– but I’m guessing that he won’t even realize what’s coming up.”

Brock frowned. “Coming... up?”

Misty froze. “Don’t tell me you don’t know either!”

Brock quickly racked his brain– it couldn’t be her birthday, that had long passed. One of her sister’s birthdays...? Why would she care if Ash remembered that? He gave Misty an uncertain glance.

“Um...”

Misty slapped her hand to her forehead, groaning. “Of course, leave it to you to forget as well! And if you don’t remember, then that means of course it’s going to be hopeless with Ash!” She gritted her teeth. “Honestly, I was hoping all three off us could do something to celebrate, but I might as well accept that’s not going to happen.”

“What’s coming up, Misty?” Brock asked, shifting under her glare. “Could you at least tell me? You know I have a very busy schedule.”

She sighed, though she was still tense. “It’s going to be the ten year anniversary of when we first met,” She muttered. “Something I was kind of excited for, but apparently that doesn’t really mean much to you guys.”

Brock paused, brow narrowing as he quickly did the math in his head– this year would indeed mark ten years since he had first met Ash and Misty. He glanced up at the twenty year old in front of him, hardly believe that so much time had passed since she and Ash had been ten year olds tromping around Kanto, with him tagging along.

A smile flickered up onto his face, of course this would mean a lot to Misty. He recalled all too well the five year anniversary– Misty forcing Brock to skip one of his college classes to come to the Cerulean Gym to celebrate with them. And now with ten years under their belts she’d of course want the entire old gang together.

“Heh, can’t believe it’s been that long already,” Brock muttered, and he sat up a bit, stroking Vulpix. “No Misty, I agree, that is actually pretty exciting. Sorry I didn’t realize what you meant until now.”

Unfortunately his words had done nothing to brighten her attitude. She moodily stared down at her lemonade, pushing the straw around the glass.

“At least that makes two of us,” She muttered. “And you’re the smart one– Ash isn’t going to remember.”

Brock hesitated. “You don’t give him enough credit– I’m sure he’ll call!”

Misty rolled her eyes. “Yay. One call, then he vanishes off to some remote part of the world for a decade– if we’re lucky.”

Brock looked down at his Vulpix helplessly, not sure of what to say. He didn’t want Misty to be feeling this way about Ash– but he also knew she had a good point. Ash wasn’t exactly the most reliable person. Yes, his heart was always in the right place, but Ash was one that was easily distracted. Unless someone was there to remind him, Brock highly doubted that Ash would even realize that it had been ten years since they met– or just how upsetting it would be to Misty for them not to all be together to celebrate.

Brock studied Misty, finding her anger almost interesting. Yes, she was mad at Ash– but it was because of how much she valued their friendship. She didn’t want to lose the bond they had all once held with each other, and was upset because of how distant Ash was being. But at the same time Brock knew that Ash never wanted to come off that way– he was simply an adventurous soul– and it would take an earth shattering event for something to ruin the friendships Ash always valued.

Brock opened his mouth, but he had no response. Ash saw time and distance as nothing that could hinder friendship, while to Misty it clearly meant everything. Brock understood how both of his friends thought and accepted that, but it seemed that they didn’t see things that way. He closed his eyes– only for the watch on his wrist to start vibrating.

“For Mew’s sake...” Brock muttered, quickly turning off the alarm. “...I hate to cut our conversation here, Misty,” Brock said, gently scooping up Vulpix. “But my lunch break is almost over– I need to get back to the Pokemon Center.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Misty muttered, unsurprised. “I should probably get back to the gym, I have a gym match at 1:00...”

Brock stood up, gently cradling Vulpix in his arms. “Does next Wednesday still work for you?”

Misty was recalling Marill to a Pokeball. “Yep.”

Brock gave her an uncertain smile. “I’ll see you around then.”

“See you,” Misty grunted, shouldering her purse.

Brock sighed as he turned, walking away from his friend. He honestly didn’t want to leave on such a note, but each had schedules to stick to. Brock was personally glad that Forrest was the official gym leader of Pewter now– there was no way that Brock would be able to stay on top of everything alongside his job as a Pokemon doctor.

“Hmm...” Brock muttered, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a blue Pokegear. He hesitated for a moment, pausing at the corner of the street. He pressed a few buttons on the device, hesitating once more before pressing ‘call’.

“The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Either the number was dialed incorrectly, or their device is out of range. Please try again at another time,” Brock sighed as the robotic voice crackled through the speakers, and he stuffed the Pokegear back into his pocket.

“You know, Misty’s right,” Brock muttered. “It’d be nice if you’d call us once in awhile, Ash.”

With that Brock continued on his way, deciding that he’d need to speak to his boss once he got back to work. He’d need to schedule some time off if he was going to spend some time with Misty to celebrate their friendship of ten years.

And he most definitely was going to need time off if he was going to find Ash before then.

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Houseki no Kuni 3 - 6 | Girls’ Last Tour 3 - 6 | Boueibu OVA | Netjuu no Susume 6 | Juuni Taisen 7 | Mahoutsukai no Yome 6

Apparently there’s a bonus if you watch until the end of the 5th ep of Netjuu no Susume…I’ve seen it, or else I wouldn’t be telling you it exists.

I’ve rolled out the simulcast commentary tags for the seasonal shows that don’t have tags yet (aside from Netjuu no Susume’s replacement when that time comes).

Plus, as you can see in the title…there’s the Boueibu OVA in this bundle of notes, for completion’s sake.

Houseki no Kuni 3

That snail sure is a lively thing.

Really? A poop joke? Well, that’s one way to rub Phos’s new state into Dia’s face.

…welp, not much to talk about this time, I guess.

Houseki no Kuni 4

What the heck? The snail has a type???

This OP is lovely. Its best aspect is the visuals, though. It sounds kind of plain compared to even Saturday Night Question (Netjuu no Susume).

That snail makes a nice wig for Master Kongo, doesn’t it?

I’m listening to this show for the first time, and Phos uses “boku”, interestingly enough.

The snail's urge to go back to its home in the sea reminds me that lots of Chinese people go back to their country for Chinese New Year. I wonder if the same sentiment is involved in both instances?

The ED is nice, but not as good as the OP.

Houseki no Kuni  5

Watermelon? I feel sorry for the gem which has that name.

Ahh! These jellyfish are cute (and practical)!

“No getting all weak-kneed now!” – Says Phos, who’s got legs potentially harder than their body.

Houseki no Kuni 6

Trust exercises. I did some with some members of my anime club once. (Haha.)

I noticed the spikes were blue, so they might be Sapphire. It’s kind of like Rabbit’s necromantistry (Juuni Taisen), but…in a slightly different form.

Girls’ Last Tour 3

Kanazawa???? *thinks about King’s Game, where the protag and the author share the surname Kanazawa*

There’s some extremely glaring CGI during this episode. For a moment, you can discern Chi’s made of CGI while in her Kettenkrad.

Please don’t ship the grown man with the loli.

That’s some grim humour they attempted with Kanazawa. Kinda like Zetsubou-sensei (Nozomu Itoshiki).

Boueibu OVA

I almost wasn’t going to cover this, because it’s an OVA, but hey, why not make an exception? This may be the last time we Boueibu fans can talk about this stuff again…(Plus I think I’ll have volume for the entire thing if I hurry.)

Haha, the volleyball scene. Notice En talks first.

Yumoto’s being basic as always. *sighs happily*

Trump, eh? The word for playing cards is trump, but…y’know?

(about “graduating in a storm of cherry blossoms” and En saying it sounds lonely) I was just about to say that, En. However, that may just be OVA feels speaking.

Itsumo Ichiban? Rememer that guy? Well, there’s Itsumo’s brother on Kin-chan’s list. You can tell because he’s literally Itsumo Nisan. Geddit?

(about Zundar’s meeting with Kin-chan) The manga! It was correct after all!

Yep, that’s exactly how it went 2 years ago. In fact, I think it might be recycled content…(?)

Wombat speaks very formally. I learnt about keigo in the past year so I only picked up on that this time around.

The word used by Aki is “sad” according to the subs, but hazukashii means “embarrassing”, which puts a new spin on it.

They’re literally just using montages of s1, which is why I want Pony Canyon to bundle the OVA with s2. It’s more money, but for the consumer, it’s more worth it. However…having Bi…Egoism in an anime segment at all is new.

Akoya must be popular in the fandom. Either that or the staff are acknowledging how unloved he is.

Yay! It’s Star the VEPPer!

It’s good that each of these side characters is getting their own montage. Plus we’re getting official translations of the character songs, which is the best thing you can get for free when character songs aren’t distributed normally in most cases.

4th wall breaking! I guess you never expected that, eh? (Actually, you probably did, considering it’s been a montage for almost everyone now.)

(I love En’s little snarks in the middle of the song.) The only one left after this is Atsushi, right? Update: Oops, forgot Kin-chan. Sorry Kin-chan.

I never really realised Atsushi’s song was so hard rock compared to En’s more pop-like one.

“But do I really have that fire inside of me?” – I think I heard the song go atsui which is a real funky (in a good way) pun on Atsushi’s name.

Aww, they missed out in such a good pun! Haru went haru and Aki went aki. The translator didn’t pick up on that though…aww.

Whoa! Yumoto got all scary! Botan Yuzuru though…gotta look into that later for magicalgirlsandcerulean.

This (Spanish?) guitar reminds me of this track from The Dog Island.

A-ha! This is what you get when you translate the Japanese in the ads too.I was quite right indeed, although it really is the dang 132nd graduation ceremond.

It’s literally a button monster. Don’t wanna mash his buttons! (I bet you’re all groaning from my jokes, ahaha…)

Dadacha’s voice sounds kinda ridiculous now because Yasumoto is clearly using the deeper voice he normally uses for Zundar.

Notice the monster’s face is made from the character 高 (the first character in the Japanese word for “high school”).

Salty Sol is still salty after all this time…sad life.

That train station is the same one from the beach episode!

I’ve seen enough spoilers so I know where this is going…I already identified in the spoiler chat what Wombat is going to catch as a reference to a Kenji Miyazawa work.

This train is somewhat obviously CGI…

Spinach curry? When’d Wombat eat that?

Ths slideshow appears to be all the clean art for everything they’ve ever produced in the Boueibu canon! Even events and collabs!

“So wipe away your tears.” – I’m not crying, you are…*tear leaks from corner of eye*

I don’t recognise two of those pictures…(EnAtsu beach pic and a yukata one with the Defence Club on the roof.)

Oh…my…it’s over? Well, frankly I was expecting the fandom’s end in 2015…so, here’s to the future. Farewell, and remember: love is forever! Separations are only a new beginning!

Netjuu no Susume 6

That was a really bad Glico man in the back (of Koiwai)…

I think something’s wrong with my eye. It just gave off a few tears…(kidding tone)

Whose car is this that Morimori-chan is sitting in??? Update: It’s a taxi. Whoops.

I think Morimori-chan used the word douryou (colleagues, coworkers) instead of employees. The word for employees would probably be very different.

Nikunokiya??? (thinks about Kinokuniya)

(Koiwai goes Ai no chikara ne…) Boueibu reference…kind of.

Notice Koiwai said he was low on health in the text but he said zombie in the Japanese. That’s where Fruits de Mer comes in for Morimori-chan.

“There’s no way I’d say something like that!”

I think the cup this ED is new. Plus the headphones.

Oh! I spotted Morimori-chan with the medium length hair in the background of Sakurai’s bit of the ED.

There are some blurry pictures of Koiwai in the ED and they’re so hilarious!!!

So the ED actually evolves along with the show. Interesting.

Juuni Taisen 7

Rabbit stores his blades in his tail. That’s weird, but funny.

Literally, the episode title is “Dragon Head, Snake Tail”.

Dragon and Snake really are like the Beppus! I keep thinking that. I want a crossover fic now…

Tatsu = dragon.

I only just realised but…a naga is a snake. Nagayuki is the younger bro, isn’t he? Dangit, Nisio Isin! You bested me again.

150 doesn’t have any significance in regards to the number 12 now does it?

It’s Rabbit! Who’s not wearing his trademark booty shorts or high heels! Rabbit in a waiter’s outfit is really something, though.

“Hot guy”? Not by most people’s standards Tora/Kanae, considering he’s currently missing his head.

It’s tiger versus…aww. It’s not tiger vs dragon…

How can Ushii still talk after being strangled by Snake’s arm???

Whoa! Incendiary components are cool in Bond movies, but fiery liquid? That’s a step up!

Mahoutsukai no Yome 6

Admit it. You saw it in the next ep preview (unless you skipped it or read the manga)…It’s TITania time!

“She touched me for the first time.” – Elias, what a dork you are…

The birbs around Chise are so fluffy and adorable! It’s cute.

Geez, it really is TITania…these fanservice wiggles are destroying my Mahoutsukai no Yome experience…

Seing the Faerie Queen facepalm…is something else. *sweatdrops*

In the same way I want a koala sheep from Avatar the Last Airbender, I want one of those sheep bug things.

“Every creature of the night, including she and you, are my adorable little children.” – No wonder you have such big hooters, TITania…

A wild SIMON appeared!…Thought we’d forgotten about him for the rest of the episode. He would’ve made a better brick joke if his return were prolonged, y’know.

Strange question, but do priests wear pants?

Girls’ Last Tour 4

I’m listening to Ugoku Ugoku for the first time and it’s…strangely catchy…

That thing with the face is really creepy…

That thing is a stone statue???

“What IS cheese?” – Considering sometimes cheese tastes pretty bad, I don’t blame you for not knowing what cheese is.

Couldn’t they check the camera for what Kanazawa was doing with it?

I just saw the number 3230 on the camera’s inside frame for taking pictures (whatever you call it). That might be the year this show is set…

Notice the word for temple that’s used is jiin, a Buddhist temple. A Shinto version of that might be jinja.

Kanazawa was voiced by Akira Ishida? The guy who did Kiku (SGRS)??? NOOOOOOO! I missed a prime opportunity! I’ll have to go back for it later.

The ED is even more catchy than the OP. Is that even possible???

The camera breaks in the ED…that’s so ominous…

That post-ED scene was cute. A little bit.

Girls’ Last Tour 5

The slightly-electronic-sounding OP doesn’t quite fit the show, does it?

The phrase used was definitely ie dake ni. I’m not quite sure what that means, but…okay. I’ll just believe the subs on that one.

I wonder if Sentai is planning to dub these…I can imagine this show being dubbed.They wouldn’t need to pay too many VAs for it, for one thing.

Akogare is the word for desire or longing. It would be no surprise f there was an akogaru or akogarareru made from it as well.

Notice it’s “Yay!”, but with the word for house (ie) emphasised.

What is this fish dream, a metaphor for lesbians…?

The soundtrack guys must’ve had lots of fun striking cans or whatever.

I think this ED is different to the one last ep…Its name appears to be Amadare no Uta and it’s sung by the main VAs.

I bet the soundtrack guys hit a bell or two there…

Girls’ Last Tour 6

Oh no! It’s an Anime Scientist! Last time we had one, it was Shinawa (Kado), and you know how badly that went…

Interesting that the word for “takeoff” is “separation [from the] ground” literally.

Okay! I’m caught up to the weekly episodes now!

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Sacred Vows

Summary: This was written for @bionic-buckyb​‘s 5K writing challenge. I chose the prompt, “There’s no one else I’d rather have in my life than you” Thank you for allowing me to take part in this. Hope you like it.

Word Count: Kinda lengthy (sorry)

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I’m a true romantic and James Buchanan Barnes deserves to love and be loved. 

Bucky wanted a simple ceremony in front of a justice of the peace. You didn’t care as long as you and he were joined in holy matrimony. Natasha Romanoff super sleuth discovered your plans and alerted the team. Tony scoffed at the thought of a “shot gun wedding.” “You’re getting married on my private island. Pepper will handle the wedding details and the rest of us are your wing men and women.” Tony rubbed his hands together with a gleam in his eyes. You could see the cogs turning in his head!!

“But Tony, Bucky and I don’t want anything over the top,” Y/N pleaded, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Uh, sorry future Mrs. Frost Bite, did you say something?” Bucky slapped his forehead and sighed heavily, finally relenting, “okay Stark. Our wedding is in your hands.”

A chorus of “yay” and thunderous applause erupted in the common room. Pepper sprang into action contacting the necessary shops. While on the phone with the decorator, she removed the phone from her ear, “YN? What are your colors?” Honestly, you and Bucky never discussed colors. “We don’t have a color preference.” “Pish posh. Let me see. What about cobalt blue, grey and white?” “Okay, let’s see the colors together.” Hanging up from the decorators she pulled up the colors on her tablet and showed them to Bucky and his fiancé.

“What do you think, babe?” Bucky looked in amazement. “I really like the colors. What do you think, Doll?” “I say YES.” Wanda and Nat found a quaint little bridal shop in Manhattan, Le Chic. The bridal party arrived via white stretch limo.

“Ladies, your chariot awaits.” YN, Wanda, Nat and Dr. Cho gasped. “Really Tony? A limo?” “Yep future Mrs. Frozensicle. Go big or go home.” The ladies looked at each other and made their way to the white stretch limo. Pepper knew Tony had a soft spot for YN and wanted to make her special day one they’ll never forget.

****

“Stevie, I don’t wanna assume anything but will ya be my best man?” The blonde super soldier gripped Bucky’s shoulders, “I’d be honored, jerk.” “Thanks punk.” Sam and Clint feigned hurt. “Well damn, looks like we’re the ugly step sisters, Clint.”

Bucky knew YN wanted Sam and Tony to walk her down the aisle. “Look buttheads, Y/N wants Sam and Tony walking her down the aisle. So, that leaves Clint, Thor, Scott and Bruce as my groomsmen.” Thor announced with his booming, “my friends, let’s go and procure attire for the fair Lady Y/N and James’ impending nuptials, which I will gladly officiate.” Everyone gave him an exasperated glance.

****

The limo carrying the bridal party pulled up to Le Chic Bridal Shop. Onlookers swore they were movie stars. Once inside, Nathaniel and Pepper exchanged hugs and air kisses. She gave him information on what Y/N wanted and he went to work. Complimentary drinks and finger food were served.  Wanda and Dr. Cho looked around for the perfect bridesmaid gowns. Nat beamed when asked to be Y/N’s maid of honor. Of course, she opted for something short but not too fancy. This was her best friend’s day!

Finding dresses wasn’t a hard task for the ladies. Dr. Cho and Wanda chose beautiful Vera Wang bridesmaid dresses, with lace on the top half. They thought it best to dress the same.

Nat found the perfect dress that accentuated her curves but wasn’t too fancy.

Y/N browsed through the wedding gowns and stopped on a gorgeous Stella York gown. It had a 1940’s look, white with a cobalt blue inlay at the bottom.

The dressing room attendants helped her try the dress on. She stepped from behind the curtain and everyone gasped. Nat became teary eyed; Wanda and Dr. Cho clapped. Y/N was choked up. “Ladies, I’ve found my wedding gown.”

“Mission accomplished.” Everyone raised their glasses and toasted a successful shopping trip. Next stop, LUNCH!!!

 At Giovonni’s Tailor Emporium, Bucky suggested everyone dress alike. Grey suits, white shirts, cobalt blue vests, ties and pocket squares. Bucky’s tie was striped with grey, cobalt blue and white! “Well, that was easy. Gentlemen, lunch awaits.” Why don’t we frequent our watering hole for bar food and brew?” The groom’s party fancied hot wings, fries, beer and scotch.

Bucky spoke, “listen guys. I ain’t for mushy speeches but I just gotta say how much me and Y/N appreciate what you’re doing to make our wedding special. Tony, I appreciate your generosity. She’s worth it and then some.” Everybody held their glasses high. “To finally getting Sir Frosty married.” Raucous laughter erupted, as the men continued to eat, drink and be merry. Thor, Steve, and Bucky were enjoying his Asgard mead.

Arriving in St. Bart’s

The Stark jet landed on a private air strip. Tony’s concierge, Reynaldo and staff met the wedding party and helped load luggage and wedding attire on a yacht and sped off to Tony’s private island!! Bucky and Y/N were speechless. 3 different hues of blue dotted the water with white sand, along with waves gently crashing against the rocks. “Dollface, look at this place. It’s beautiful.” “Yes, my love, it’s a dream come true.” Bucky planted a lingering kiss on her lips. “Oh good grief, get a room already,” Sam teased the happy couple. Bucky flipped him off!!!

The ferry shuttle to “The Isle of Tranquility” arrived and everyone boarded. The view was fascinating. Tony’s estate could be seen over the horizon. Wanda and Nat enjoyed the feeling of nothingness; no training or missions. Just rest, relaxation and rejuvenation!!!

The ladies had a wing to themselves and were treated to a massages, manicures and pedicures. The guys enjoyed the ultimate man cave! Pool tables, video arcade, projection televisions, fully stocked bar and food for days. Bucky and Steve engaged in a rousing game of pool, while Sam, Clint, Scott, and Bruce played video games. Thor, Tony, Rhodey and Nick watched a football game on the massive television. Vision took a stroll on the beach. This was a new experience for him.

***

Nightfall beckoned them to the beach for dinner. Y/N stopped Tony on their way to the table. “Oh Tone, this is more than we could ever dream of. Thank you so much for making our wedding extraordinary.” “Hey, you and Ice Man deserve it. Just be happy and name your first kid Anthony Edward Barnes.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll have to talk to Bucky about that. I love you.” “Love you too kiddo. Now, let the pre-wedding festivities commence!!!” Succulent island dishes were served as laughter and conversation filled the air.

Wedding Day

Y/N stood on the balcony, sipping coffee, as pink and yellow streaks ushered in the sunrise. Her mind drifted to Bucky. In a few hours, she would become his wife.

Nat walked up and stood by her side. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Barnes?”

“I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life, Nat. I love him so much.”

“I know Y/N/N and he loves you too. C’mon let’s get this day started.”

The ladies linked arms and walked back inside to eat, then on to hair, make-up and getting dressed.

The Union of James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N

The white canopies adorned with beautiful blue and white flowers dotted the patio. White chairs with cobalt blue seat pads. Pepper kept it simple, but elegant. In the background was the ocean. The sun rays danced on the water and gave the impression of twinkling stars.

The atmosphere was laid back, only a select few were in attendance.

Soft violin and harp strings strummed in the background.

Bucky, best man Steve and his groomsmen took their places at the altar.

First down the aisle was Wanda, followed by Dr. Cho.

Afterwards, Natalia made her entrance.

All eyes were transfixed on the entry of Y/N. As the bridal march played, everyone stood.

Tony and Sam stood in the back waiting to walk her down the aisle.

Bucky’s eyes watered as she began her decent towards him.

Wow, she looks like a dream Stevie.”

“Yes she does Buck.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the place. Even Nick Fury turned his head to compose himself.

After walking Y/N to her waiting fiancé, Tony and Sam gave her a kiss on the cheek.

True to his word, Thor, via the internet, officiated their wedding. When time came for the vows, Bucky and Y/N wrote their own:

Y/N

I’ve always believed everyone has a soul mate; that one, unique person picked and set aside just for them. But being the cynic, the idea of a soul mate didn’t register with me until I met you, James Buchanan Barnes. One look into those bright azure blue-grey eyes melted my hardened heart and turned my empty world completely upside down. My love, you’re the strongest, kindest and gentle man I know. You’re my protector, rock, lover and best friend. God truly showed out when he created you. Thank you for taking my barren heart, filling it with love so deep and pure. I’ll love you till the end of my days and beyond. You’re my first, my last, my everything!

Bucky

My Angel, I’m so nervous my hands are sweating, but here goes. You came into my life during a really bad spell. My nightmares had become unbearable and I was withdrawn. Truth be told, I wanted to end it all. But one day, you walked into the common room, smiled at me and I was bitten. At that moment, a heavy weight lifted from my worn shoulders and the sun was bright again. I mean, look ‘atcha. You’re a goddess. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And you actually wanna spend the rest of your life with me. Doll, you chased away the demons that had me bound; took this broken man and put me back together again. I’ll love you till the day I die ‘cuz there’s no one else I’d rather have in my life than you.

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