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yukidragon · 2 years ago

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Just a curious thought after reading past post of

Alice and Jack having children despite jack being a ghost while Alice is human it possible that Alice can

Have kids even if they genetically inherent jack ability but what if Alice is a male and jack is a woman witch would be Jill.

if Jill wanted kids how could it be possible if Jill the ghost

Ho, ho, ho~! What a fun prompt you've given~ Thank you for giving me the excuse to ramble about the gender bend that I came up with for Alice since Jill was first introduced.

First of all, the male version of Alice is named Arthur King.

Yes, the pun is intentional. It's actually what made me decide on King as Alice's surname.

No, I will not apologize for my love of wordplay.

Speaking of puns and wordplay, the puppet Arthur had as a child instead of Honey Bunny was called Sir Hopsalot. (For my pals who need to use a translator, it's a play on "Hops a lot" and "Lancelot".) As you might expect, it was a bunny dressed as a knight, complete with a felt sword and shield. Eventually I will draw this adorable puppet and a model sheet for Arthur when I can draw again.

Arthur has some small differences between him and Alice, having grown up with a the AMAB societal pressures rather than the AFAB ones. Also certain experiences Alice faced won't apply to Arthur's life and vice-versa. Overall though, he's got generally the same likes/dislikes/personality as his female counterpart. He's still self-conscious about his size and appearance, but he also has added worries about his height on top of his weight. He, like Alice, is pretty short.

Oh, and while I'm at it, if Alice/Arthur was neither male nor female, their name would be Ace. Their puppet would probably be either Honey Bunny or Sir Hopsalot, depending on whether they were AMAB or AFAB since I don't think Ace would really realize their gender identity until they were much older.

Then again... I could just use this as an excuse to make a third, nonbinary bunny puppet.

Or should I say non-bunnary?

No, I will not apologize for that pun either.

Anyway, regardless of gender, Alice is still weak to Jack regardless of his gender. Jill is going to make Alice/Arthur/Ace just as flustered as Jack can.

On that note, since this is a pregnancy headcanon post, there's probably going to be talk of the baby making process and related kinks, so expect some of spicy bits. You can also check out a couple previous happy pregnancy headcanon posts here and here, which also get a bit spicy.

Arthur, like Alice would be keen to have a big family with a lot of kids with his partner, even if it was necessary to use a surrogate or adopt. I imagine Jill would be keen on having kids with her sunshine as well if at all possible.

As I mentioned in the previous headcanon posts, like Jack, I imagine Jill would only be able to get pregnant if her sunshine consents to it. If Arthur/MC isn't ready, it's not happening. Consent is a big part of the character of Jack/Jill after all.

As was mentioned on the official tumblr, Jack can touch and interact with things the more attached his sunshine is to him. "Interact" in the case of pregnancy AUs/headcanons would be, well, getting his sunshine pregnant. It would be the same thing if he were the one getting pregnant as Jill. Pregnancy is combining two peoples' DNA into a biological baby storage container, in a sense. If Jack can make get someone pregnant, then Jill can get impregnated.

Jack, as we've seen from comments made in both the demo and side-game, Sleepy Time Jack, has a heartbeat. He feels warm and solid to his sunshine. He can sweat, has spit, and is capable of producing semen, likely blood too. He has powers that normal ghosts don't possess, which is probably why he's called a ghost(?) on the store page. I think Jack is something more than a ghost, something with the potential to become every bit as real as his sunshine.

So, of course, this would apply to his gender bent counterpart. The more attached MC is to Jill, the more real she becomes. Arthur gets attached to Jill like Alice does to Jack. Jill becomes more and more real to Arthur and after a slow burn romance they fall in love. Once Arthur feels ready for it and is prepared with both money and his job security, he'll want to start having babies with his partner, which Jill would only be happy to do with him.

Arthur would be concerned whether Jill could get pregnant, but she would encourage him that they won't know until they try. Their love is powerful after all. It doesn't matter what the world thinks, all that matters is them and their love.

Oh, and FYI, Jill is still the more dominant one in the bedroom. Arthur, like Alice, is still easily flustered, and Jill is still sneaky and manipulative like Jack - with love of course. Still, Arthur tries his best to pleasure his partner and show lots of love just like Alice does.

Once Jill takes a pregnancy test and it turns out positive, Arthur is stunned, reeling, but so happy. He wants to lift up Jill and spin her around with joy, too choked up to speak, but he's not strong enough. Fortunately, she's got muscles and can spin him around easily.

Jill is not only stronger than Arthur, but taller too, which does leave him feeling self-conscious that he should be more of a "man" for his partner, but she makes sure that he knows he's perfect just the way he is. Men can be sensitive, soft, sweet, and kind too. They can be cuddly and loving and still be a man. After all, he doesn't think of her as less of a woman for being tall with muscles, does he?

Arthur, of course, would insist that's not the case. Jill is gorgeous, practically perfect. He'd fumble to admit that her muscles and height are actually a turn on. He's not into being crushed or choked, but being picked up by his strong partner is just so exciting, even if it makes him feel flustered.

Jill would be trying to still be the one trying to take charge most of the time, taking care of her sunshine, but Arthur would be insisting she rest more for the baby while he takes on the lion's share of the work. He might have gone through a depressed period where he struggled to take care of himself, but Jill helped him appreciate himself more, and he was prepared to step up as a father knowing he had to put lots of work into it. He would try to cook, clean, and help his partner handle any pregnancy cravings and issues that might arrive.

One big hurdle to overcome potentially, if Jill still can't be seen by others even while pregnant, is medical care. They have to take care of her and the baby's health all by themselves. That means researching what nutrition is needed for the baby, what signs to look out for, and generally handle it on their own. Arthur will even have to be the one to deliver the baby, since he's the only one who can, and you bet your ass he'll be studying hard on how to do it right.

Naturally, there would be questions where the baby came from, but that would be something that they would be prepared to handle ahead of time. This pregnancy would only happen after they both had many discussions about it and plans for what they're going to do about the various issues that might come up. Documents can be faked, and Arthur has a big family as well as a few trusted friends who he told about Jill, so they're not alone in this.

Giving birth would hit Jill just as hard as it would Jack, maybe even harder since she would be getting the full force of the pregnancy hormones rather than just some spill over. Their baby looks just like her, or rather just like Josephine, right down to the mole. It would generate a lot of intense emotions, but Arthur would be there to support her and comfort her. There's also the extended family who would be helping support the two with the new baby, even if they can't see Jill.

Jill is at bigger risk of post-partum depression if she still can't be seen after giving birth. Sure, she can talk to other people besides Arthur through writing or passing a message through him, but she's going to be extra needy and clingy with her sunshine. It's something that Arthur would have worried about happening, so he would be extra supportive and attentive to her needs.

Oh, also, since it's something of a tradition in these happy pregnancy posts, there's definitely going to be a lot of pregnancy body worship. Arthur is going to be wanting to cuddle and touch the baby in Jill's belly and letting her know he's so happy that she's carrying their child. He's going to do all he can to make sure she feels loved and appreciated for doing something as demanding as pregnancy and birth.

Also, on a spicier note, Jill is going to encourage Arthur to get a sample of her milk as soon as she's lactating. He's going to struggle to admit it, but he is curious for a taste and when he does, well... he definitely is into the kink. It becomes a regular thing after that, and I'm sure with her powers she'll be able to make sure her sunshine and their baby get plenty of love to drink.

Really, considering we don't know the limits of Jill's supernatural abilities, she might have the ability to lactate even before getting pregnant. Heck, since it's likely that sunshine has summoned her to begin with and is likely responsible for her body existing in the first place, it might be possible for Alice to get Jill pregnant just by them both wanting it. Jack seems to be able to conjure up new outfits after all, like his pajamas and robe, after all, and we still are wondering where the blueberries for the pancakes came from...

Though, to be honest, I suspect that Jack's plan is to eventually be every bit as real as his sunshine, which means Jill would have the same goal. It's entirely possible that by the time Jill and Arthur are committing to expanding their family by having children, other people would be able to see the happy mother-to-be walking around hand in hand with her sunshine for all to see.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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leffee · 2 years ago

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What’s your take on Russell? Ships for him any head cannons? you’re amazing btw.. Hi 👋

Hello, lovely, lovely anon, you are a superstar 👋. You're the amazing one here, giving me a free pass to talk about Russell like that. Stars, I want to give him a sloppy, platonic kiss on the mouth.

Anyway, let's start with ships, shall we? As I said before, I like all seven pets with basically anyone amongst themselves, but I mainly like him with Vinnie (of course I do), just two short kings, what a thought! Penny Ling - yeah, just, Penny is so shippable with anyone and those two have a lot of cute interactions and their personalities are so good together. Look, I have watched "Russell's up some fun" today, and those two are just... ah! Also with Minka. Oh, my stars. A big reason for it are for sure those two fics on Wattpad I mentioned in the last post, but besides that they have cute interactions as well. Have you seen them in "Go figure!"?? How Russell did his best to help Minka get Master Hop to train her? And then??? When they both were training he supported her so much and was so proud??? Honestly, I kinda forgot about it until recently, and this is just adorable. Also Russell x Sunil?? I don't actually have much to say here, but still, I really like it. I feel like I'm forgetting something hmmm, but those are the mains one I like.

Now headcanons, a lot for human au, but do with them as you will, you probably know the deal by now, so:

if anyone asked, yes, Russell is basically a leader of their group, but he himself is rather humble about it, saying that it's weird to have a leader in what is just a friends group

he has the best grades amongst our 7 cuties, but, he's not all that good at learning languages. He's not bad either, but they just don't come to him as naturally as math or physics

he has a pretty big backyard and a pool! Hence most of the time, especially during summer, others hang out in his house a lot. They don't even ask or announce it sometimes, they just come. It's worse when someone comes and he's not there lol

his mother is very much dead and he barely remembers her :(

others sometimes call him "dad", sometimes jokingly (cough cough Pepper), sometimes not

speaking of Pepper, he really admires her sometimes when she takes charge and acts very responsibly which does happen every now and then (seriously, she really gets that "Russell level of responsibility" every now and then in the show and I think we should talk more about this)

while perhaps not the no. 1 most protective person/pet in the group, sometimes, he has those days when he will methaporically murder anyone who dares offend one or more of his friends, especially if they offend the whole group. He would say something like "You know what? They're not perfect, they have a lot of flaws and can annoy me to no end sometimes, but they are my friends, this is my friend group and you have no right to say those things about them. I saw them in their worst moments but also their best, and belive me, they are the best friends I could ask for." He is just really thankful for them :)

he and Zoe have this really close, modeling relationship. While at first Zoe was sceptical about Russell being a model she ultimately not only got used to it, but also did her absolute best to guide him and help him as much as possible and Russell has never felt so much admiration to her than then

his inner Fun Russell comes out at the beggining of weekends but he also has to feel like he did everything he planned for himself for school or not, so basically when he can't think of any responsibilities he has to do during the weekend. It doesn't happen often, but it happens

he has "files" for all his friends where he has informations about their birthdays, favourite foods, any triggers, etc. Look, there's six of his closest friends and many more of others, his memory is not bad, but that's a lot of people/pets to keep track of

In short, I love him, and he's a comedy gold sometimes

#asks #lps 2012 #russell ferguson #:)

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reineydraws · 2 years ago

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hey prev reblog (soz i couldnt tag u lol) i see youve asked for fic recs in the comments so i thought id give you five of 'em! unfortunately it's not always all three of them & billy at the same time, but i tried my best. 😅 and there's a bonus "billy & the party" fic too.

they're all harringrove btw so if you were looking for gen fics... im sorry 😅😅 (tho the two series i rec start as gen, if that's any consolation?) rating varies (check the tags!); word count rounded to the nearest thousand.

without further ado, the fic recs! ➡️

the greatest adventure is the family you've searched for coming alive by ThePackWantstheD (32k)

this is the fic i was thinking about the most when i drew this fanart! billy ends up helping them with the demodogs in s2 and then ends up co-parenting with steve and by the end of the fic, he refers to max, el and will as "his kids," which i think is adorable :')

You Find A Heart and Catch Your Breath by Olsies (19k)

in this one, will is actually sorta billy's gay guide to accepting himself! (instead of the usual vice versa.) it's post-s3, he's on good terms with everyone, neil's gone, and will cones out to him & then invites him to apride group the next town over that he goes to. s'nice. i think about it sometimes.

Don't Tell Me There's No Hope At All/ Together We Stand, Divided We Fall by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton (59k)

susan gets murdered by neil, billy & max find her body and then end up staying with the byers. im rereading it rn so i cant actually tell u with accuracy how often will & el will continue to show up (it's been a hot minute since i bookmarked this), but im a third through and el and will have already had scenes with him that scratched the "billy mentors them" itch so there's that. and billy is very big brother to max in this for sure so! also billy is very scottish in this one btw just fyi.

Something Like a Family by HashtagLEH (series, 151k)

billy's takes a break in the woods and finds el trying to find hopper, cuz she's just gotten her period and thinks she's bleeding out (lol). billy explains this to her and helps her out, then helps her out again when she goes to find her mom and they end up in chicago, and this all snowballs into billy joining the party properly. this series has great billy & el & eventually also max. part 10 is when billy adopts the rest of them lol.

Looking For A Safe Place To Land by lilies_in_a_vase (series, 81k)

billy & max are getting better (she tries her best about neil). billy's been going to steve's house periodically for a safe place after neil is neil, and then season 3 happens. joyce and hop eventually adopt him so he ends up big brother not only to max, but to el & will too (and good bros with jonathan as well haha). part 14 is a nice one, very christmas fluff and family feels, and steve's a very good boyfriend.

bonus "billy & the party" fic:

Take These Broken Wings by flippyspoon (40k)

this one is about billy and the whole party (like, theyre all pretty included pretty evenly) but i came across it in my bookmarks and skimmed it to see if id rec it, and it's funny enough that i want to. actually i think lucas is the one that bonds the most with him in this bc they bond over boxing movies. anyways it's post-s3 and billy's mind flayer recovery includes being very sick so he has to sleep (and vomit) it off at steve's house. since steve is working, however, the kids end up keeping watch over billy to help. except theyre definitely still kids, so they dont know what theyre doing haha.

i have a soft spot for fics where billy sort of ends up adopting el and will alongside max. like, these are the kids that get dibs for rides in the camaro haha.

also im unfortunately not participating bc prev commitments but #harringrove for turkey is happening right now if yall want to donate to the earthquake relief funds for turkey & syria and get some art/fic back from harringrove fans! :) check out the tag if you're interested!!

#fic recs #stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #added comments

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journeys-debut · 1 year ago

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EP 2 - THE AMERICAN GO

Group orders!!!

I'm writing this at to 11pm bc I just discovered a group order. For Seok Matthew photocards. Based in America????

(We'll talk about my discovery of *photocards later!)

Now, I'm marginally familiar w/ group orders, bc remember, I hail from the land of Thai Drama.

From what I understood / have seen, a person who, like, has an addy in Thailand can do a group order and then send out to the ppl in the country base. I have seen these all the time for Thai merch, but have NEVER seen one for America. Maybe I should look harder and stop spending so much shipping money from GMMTV. (Lmaooo.)

ANYWAYS.

So I follow this fansite, as in, notifs on. (**FANSITES? ANOTHER THING WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT??)

Anyway, so they're reblogging a bunch of group orders in diff countries for their merch.

AND THEN BOOM: one for America???

And I look into it, I'm like aww, the slogans (again another blog post, bc? ***Slogans? Why do they exist? What are their origins? What do we use them for?) Either way I want one for the Kpop experience, but more importantly, I want to have the opportunity to purchase one irl.

For the same reason I haven't gone on Mecari to buy an adorable Matthew photocard--I want my first photocard, my first slogan--(or any "first" of an item that can be purchased at an event or traded)--I want my first experience w/ those to be irl.

****(Again I'm not only going be a Kpop girlie saving money bc she's only spending on one group but ALSO a Kpop girlie saving money bc she wants to experience things irl before succumbing to purchasing all her merch digitally.)

ANYWAY the GO. I'm shook bc there's one in America?

Immediately I deep dive and it takes me to this site and I register. I look into the GO's main account and all of the rules, etc and do my eyes deceive me THERE ARE ZB1 BDAY CAFES IN AMERICA???

I'm thinking to myself, why are these not being heavily promoted? I would take my butt to Texas.

anywayyy, so i'm SHOOK

Not only that ZB1 DOES have american cafes happening, (I'm trying to start like a north american event fanbase, when i get to like a level 5 kpop girlie, so i'll hit you up them to help with promotions).

Right, so not only SHOOK that zb1 DOES have fan cafes in america BUT ALSO group orders??? Again, ive never seen an AMERICAN one, so I'm looking at all the previous slogans that were group orders and they HAVE:

- FREEBIES (a new kpop word for me and i'm using it wrong in this instance bc these are not free)

- little knicknacks form the birthday cafe that kitten (fansite) threw that I wanted to go to. but didn't not bc I said to myself "no you can not take off work to to go to korea. i promise matthew will probably come to kcon la, and also you live in north america. he is a native, so he will come back; ZB1 will tour. save money for kcon la."

but there IS A GROUP ORDER FOR THE ITEMS so I look and i'm v picky. i don't need anything cafe themed (as in, items that match the theme of the cafe they held), bc remember? I didn't experience, i don't need it. matthew themed items tho? im in. almost got the stamp stickers, bc how cute would those fan letters be?? and then i remembered you need an international stamp and THEN realized it was not stamps, but actually just tape???

I REALLY fought myself not to get the photocards (pcs), bc they're not official pcs, so it's really only meaningful to me to have them if i gotten them at the cafe for the experience

They also had Matthew playing cards???? ADORABLE.

So I was like let's geit itttt. But I'm being super careful w/ my budget to prep for (a july event that i can not tell you about until later) and kcon la in august. meaning your girl can't spend money asap until next pay day.

But I don't want to miss out, so I submit the GO form. and then hop over and leave a little twitter msg. a little DM.

and boooooo, for very unfair reasons, i am being hatecrimed and bullied from getting--

i'm totalllly joking. for completely valid absolutey fair reasons, i'm gonna miss the group order this time.

but this gives me enough time to prepare for the NEXT group order.

--> I saved this post as a draft so I could go call my KPOP friend to ask her about GOs,

but BEFORE I COULD:

ZB1 ANNOUNCED THEIR DEBUT ALBUM

(a can of worms bc album??? Cafe??? But MOST IMPORTANTLY:

GROUP ORDERS. This is FINALLY my chance to group order!!! In fact, I found out about the album THROUGH the GO Post!

And YES I do want my first album to be something I go buy. Especially bc there are enough K-pop stores around that I wonder if they’ll be getting the album (stay tuned for a blog post where I call every store.)

But joining in on GO gives me the chance to specifically grab an album with a Mathew PC (I think?) and then I’ll buy a second one irl for the experience and in case there’s something tied to getting more than one (again it’s own blog post is needed here, bc fan signs? Fan calls? PCs????

WHAT IS GOING ON???)

K-POP B/LOG:

Photocards - They're collectible cards of either selfies or photos of idols that aren't released online. The first group to introduce photocards was Girls' Generation. They would only include a single card per album. With that, you'd only know which photocard you receive after you open it.

**Fansites - Fansites are extremely dedicated fans that attend domestic & international events to take HD photos and fancams of an idol. They often invest more time in the idols than in their personal lives.

***Slogans -A “slogan” can mean one of two things: a thin towel sold by the company with the group's name and design on it, which is the “official slogan,” or a banner (paper or cloth) made and distributed by fans at concerts or other events

**** A lie. A lied through my teeth here. Please see next post for context.

More ways to follow the Journey!

#JOURNEY'SDEBUT #JD #ZEROBASEONE #ZB1 #sung hanbin #zhang hao #kim jiwoong #kim taerae #park gunwook #han yujin #kim gyuvin #seok matthew #ricky #제로베이스원 #YOUTHINTHESHADE #InBloom #0_1

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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The Conversation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 7661 (Don’t come at me - you guys asked for it)

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Fluff, Feelings, I Dunno What Else, This One’s Pretty Chill, Except The Ending, But You’ll See When You Get There

A/N: Here it is! I was hesitant about posting it because that means we’re getting closer to the end and I’m such a nostalgic bitch! I’m definitely gonna cry next week when the last episode comes out! Anyways, I’ve got a few things to talk about:

I think this is one of the most important chapters I’ve written and I’m excited to see your reactions to it. It is longer, but you guys asked for that, so you got it! Also, I’m loving the Asks, Comments, and Reblogs. I try to respond to all of them. I have work in a little bit, so I won’t be able to until after, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Ask me anything; about my series, the show, any of the movies, personal stuff, I really don’t care. If you’re not comfortable, that’s totally fine! Every like means so much to me!

I know it’s not the end yet - we’ve got one more episode and a list of One Shots to get through - but there’s a definite feeling of this series coming to an end, and I just want to thank you all for the support and love you’ve been giving it! I’ve really enjoyed writing these characters and this story! It’s very, very special to me and I’m glad I’ve been able to share it with you lovely people!

On that note, be kind to yourselves and others! Thank you again for reading! Excuse any mistakes - this isn’t beta’d! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT! (Sorry for the gifs I just love them so much and he’s so pretty and this part is technically two parts so...you get four!)

“Louisiana.” Bucky hummed, looking around the airport.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna find anything interesting about Louisiana in here, doofus. Let’s call an Uber.”

“An Ooper? What the hell is an Ooper?”

You giggled, shaking your head and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the luggage carousel. “Uber. It’s like…a taxi service. But there’s an app on your phone to get a driver instead of waiting for one on the street.”

“Oh.” He blinked, tilting his head. “That’s…helpful.”

You laughed again, stopping in front of Carousel 3, where your flight from New York was assigned. You went back to New York to grab a bag with clean clothes and other necessities, along with taking a real shower for once. It was nice to be back in the States, as much as you loved traveling. It’d been a crazy few weeks and you were ready to just relax.

“Do you think there were any problems with Sammy’s present?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah. Especially considering they know who we are.”

You snickered at his slight grumble. They had had…problems at the other two airports - first the one in Sokovia then JFK in New York - considering Bucky’s entire arm was metal. It’d taken a full hour before they actually let you go, and by that time they had to give you a new plane because yours had left.

“Seriously. Who else has a fucking metal arm and has 1917 listed as their birth year on their Driver’s License?” You giggled again. That was also true. They thought he was messing with them. It wasn’t until you stepped in a few minutes after they asked Bucky to step to the side, seeing Bucky get frustrated, that they realized Bucky wasn’t pulling their legs.

“Well, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

He nodded in agreement, watching for your bags, his hand finding yours when he realized how many people there were. “Do you know where he lives? I didn’t even think about it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He invited me over once. I declined, but I saved the address.”

“He…invited you over?” Bucky frowned.

You gave him a look. “I’m sure he invited you, too. You just never checked his texts.”

He licked his lips, tilting his head. “Yeah, no, I know, but I mean…why didn’t you go? Weren’t you two just talking about how you wanted to meet his nephews the other day?”

“Yeah, but I had gotten a tip on Wanda at the time and I didn’t want to miss the chance that she was there. He told me it was fine. I still felt really bad. I could tell he was a bit disappointed. I think it was one of the boys’ birthdays. Or something. I don’t remember. Is that bad? Yeah, probably. I really should remember. Maybe I should keep track of birthdays on my calendar or something.”

“Doll.” You looked up to find him giving you a magnificent smile, teeth and all. “You’re rambling.”

“Oh. Am I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

He shook his head quickly, squeezing your hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute. I’m just not used to you talking so much. You kinda did on the phone sometimes.”

You shrugged, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck at his words. “I rambled a lot to Steve.”

“Oh.”

His face fell, making you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, nudging him slightly to grin at him. “It’s nice to have someone to ramble to again, though.” There was that smile again. You were stopped from saying anything more when you noticed some kids pointing and chattering excitedly at a gleaming silver box coming around the corner on the conveyor belt. “There it is.”

He looked over his shoulder, dropping your hand and stepping over to grab it, lifting it effortlessly. You didn’t know what was in it or how heavy it was, but you were sure it felt like a feather to him.

“Alright. Got our bag, sweetheart?” You lifted up the duffle in answer and he jerked his head towards the doors. “Let’s get outta here, then. Call that Booper or whatever.”

“U-B-E-R! Ub-er!” You threw your hands up, following him as he started walking towards the exit. “What’s so hard about it?!”

He just gave you a little smirk over his shoulder.

***************

Bucky kept asking the Uber driver questions about his job. The guy was super nice and patient the whole time, a thick southern accent lacing his answers. Southern hospitality was no joke and apparently had no limit as Bucky asked about his experiences, listening intently and telling him his own stories of taxi drivers in NYC.

When you got to Sam’s sister’s house, Bucky, being Bucky, tipped the driver half of what you paid for the ride, thanking him for his time and energy, before getting out.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You teased him as you stepped up the porch stairs and knocked on the door.

He rolled his eyes, a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks. “He was nice.”

You hummed at his defense, the smile never leaving your features. After a moment, Bucky raised his fist to knock again. “Jesus Christ! Don’t fucking knock their door down!” You grabbed his wrist and lowered it.

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” Bucky informed you absentmindedly, tilting his head to peek in the window. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”

“They’re probably at the docks, then.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “The docks?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you. “Yeah. They have a boat, remember? He talked about it last week.”

“Oh right. The one he’s trying to convince his sister not to sell.”

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way. I don’t know how far, but we can call the Uber back-”

Bucky scrunched up his face and shook his head. “Nah. I don’t wanna bother him again. We can walk.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “It’s literally his job to drive people around.”

“Well, yeah, but what if he’s got other people to drive?”

You lifted his metal knuckles to your lips. “Trust me, Buck, I’m sure he’d rather drive you than anyone else.”

“Thank you?”

Swinging your now linked hands, you gave a firm nod, letting him know it was, in fact, a compliment. “You are so very welcome.”

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it was, and you ended up on Bucky’s back after he kept complaining about how you “shouldn’t be walking this long” and you were “injured” and you “needed rest’”. You’re not sure how a shoulder wound affected your ability to walk, but you relented and let him carry you the rest of the way to stop his whining.

“You forget, you did pull your thigh.”

“That was, like, three weeks ago! Yeesh!”

You finally got to the docks, which were bustling with people. Bucky set you down and raised an eyebrow which you shrugged in reply to, before heading over to where you spotted Sam with a few other older men.

“How do we get it off the truck?” You heard Sam ask, pointing to a large boat engine part in the bed of a beaten up truck. Scoffing as Bucky lifted it up without breaking a sweat, you leaned against the truck. Bucky grunted and set it down, looking at Sam.

“You’re welcome.” What a punk. “Just dropping this off.” Bucky lifted the case and set it where the engine was previously, Sam coming to stand on the opposite side of the truck as you. “You can sign for it and I’ll go.” You snorted, shaking your head, making Bucky shove your shoulder - the uninjured one - playfully. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

Sam looked at you curiously. You shrugged and shook your head. “Don’t look at me, Sammy. He wouldn’t tell me what it is. He’s all hushy hushy about it until you say so.”

Before Sam could reply, there was a squeak and hissing over at the boat where steam was coming from a few pipes.

“Sam!” You knew that was Sarah from pictures Sam showed you. You stayed up by the truck, pulling yourself onto the bed while Sam tried fixing the pipe, Bucky butting in to show him how to do it properly.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

You saw Bucky lift up said metallic limb. “Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m-I’m right handed.” Letting out a laugh, Bucky turned around and scowled teasingly at you. “And what’re you laughing at?!”

“Nothing!”

“Well then get your ass over here!”

You rolled your eyes, hopping down from the truck as Bucky asked if Sam wanted help with the boat. You leaned against a wooden post, grinning when Sam looked at you.

“I don’t have any plans.”

Sam gave a small smile, jerking his head back. “Yeah.”

You jumped down onto the boat to follow him, looking over your shoulder and stopping with an amused eyebrow raised as Bucky introduced himself to Sarah. “I’m Bucky.”

“Ah…Sarah.”

“Sarah.” Bucky repeated her name, before walking towards you, a grin still on his lips.

“Careful, Barnes. That playboy Steve warned me about is coming out.” You nudged him with a smirk, ignoring the feeling of your stomach dropping.

He rolled his eyes, kissing your head as he passed you and Sam to go where Sam was gesturing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re still my doll.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, falling into step besides you and lowering his voice. “Conversation?”

“Hasn’t happened.” You informed him through clenched teeth as he groaned.

Sam gave you a list of chores that needed to be done to clean up the boat, giving you a quick tour and letting you know where all the tools needed where. You set to work immediately.

Sanding down, replacing old parts, cleaning, polishing and painting over the things that didn’t need replacing. They didn’t let you do any heavy lifting because of your stupid shoulder, but you were still able to help.

Sam had turned on some music for you to listen to, so you danced around the boat while cleaning. Turning your head when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you smiled when Bucky snapped his head back down to the wood he was sanding down.

“Gonna dance, Barnes?”

He looked back over, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m good watching you.”

Rolling your eyes, you got back to work, continuing to bop to the music, fully aware that he was watching you now.

A little while later, you were repainting the edges of the boat orange, when you looked over and noticed Bucky playing around with a paint scraper…sitting right on the edge that you had just finished repainting a few minutes ago.

“Buck!”

He looked over, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your mischievous grin. Shaking your head, you waved dismissively. “Never mind!”

He gave you a confused sort of pout, before shrugging and continuing to fidget with the tool. It wasn’t until later when he got up to help Sam tear the metal plating off the edge that it came to light with Sam chuckling and raising an eyebrow.

“Sit in something there, Barnes?”

“What?”

Bucky craned his neck back, eyes widening when he saw the orange paint on his ass, contrasting with his jeans. You let out a cackle and he whipped towards you, pointing at you accusingly, although the small uptick of his lips let you know he wasn’t really mad.

“Y/N!”

“No, no, no!” You laughed, sprinting across the deck, shrieking when he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You gasped when he grabbed a paint brush and painted an orange stripe right down the front of your shirt. “James!”

“Justice, sweetheart.” He breathed in your ear with a chuckle.

You shook your head, wiggling out of his hold. “This is a nice shirt!”

“You should’ve thought about that before.” He smirked, crossing his arms. Your eyes caught sight of Sam behind him, who raised an eyebrow and the bucket of paint he was holding. You nodded with a little giggle, making Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What’s so funny over there, do - holy shit!

You guffawed as orange paint dripped down his head, Sam standing innocently behind him with the now empty bucket behind his back. “Samuel!”

“Oops?”

“I’m gonna kill you!”

“Try me old man!”

“Fuck!

“Doll!”

“Oh my God!”

Paint, orange and white since those were the only cans they had out, flew across the deck, paint brushes being used like fencing swords.

You found out too late that wet paint was a little bit slippery and you slid on a huge puddle, sending you, not onto the ground below, but over the side of the edge into the water.

“Doll!”

“Cher, you good?!”

The three of you looked at each other, stunned for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter and you nodded. “I’m good!”

The boys helped you get back up onto the dock, Sarah appearing with towels she conjured up out of thin air. “Let’s get you into dry clothes. Do you have-?”

“We’ve got some. We got a bag.” You told her with a grin, facing the guys. “You two should clean up some, too. Sammy, you’ve got a little something right there.” You pointed to your cheek, his own having a giant white splotch from his temple to his jaw. “And Buck?” You sniggered, gesturing to the whole of him. “You’ve got a lotta something right there.”

“Ha. Ha.” He looked down. His top was practically tiger print, drenched in orange with white here and there, and his ass still orange as well. His hair, which had been plastered to his forehead, was starting to dry now, and it only made you laugh some more thinking about what a pain it’d be to get it out. For him, at least.

“God. Can’t even have a relaxing day on the boat with you two.” Sam jested once you finished up and joined him and Bucky, who had just finished dumping out some water buckets. Bucky had changed his shirt and it looked like they tried wiping their faces, but Sam still had small lines of white down his face. “How ‘bout a couple of drinks? Surely you can’t ruin that too.”

“Ruin?” You gasped in mock offence. “Sammy! I just made the day more…interesting.”

Sam chuckled, ruffling Bucky’s hair, which still had orange streaks in it. “Let’s go get some beers.”

************

You chatted for a bit, mainly you and Sam with you asking how Sarah and the boys were while Bucky with your legs in his lap, just listening to you two and sipping at his bottle. You had his hand in your own lap, wiping it down with a rag due to the paint that got on it.

“You’re lucky this is vibranium, you know.” You commented off handedly. “If it was your other one, it’d definitely get stained.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Bucky shot back with a teasing grin.

“Sammy’s.”

Sam spluttered. “Wh-what?! You started it!” You laughed, shaking your head.

Falling into a comfortable silence with just the water and birds chirping as your soundtrack, you downed the rest of your drink, which Bucky took as finished. “Well,” you moved your legs to let him stand up. He leaned forwards to clink his bottle against Sam’s and you stood up and stretched. “Gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night.” Sam gave you a look to which you rolled your eyes at as Bucky set down his bottle and grabbed his jacket. “Crash, you know?”

“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“Just stay here.” You laughed as Sam babbled on about how nice the people were here, grabbing the jacket Bucky handed to you. It was getting a bit chilly from the breeze on the water and the sun going down. Plus, that water was cold.

“But don’t flirt with my sister.”

You cackled at Bucky’s face, that turned serious, his head shaking. “No.”

“‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”

“Can’t hold back the dog, Wilson. It’s been stuck in a kennel too long.”

Bucky turned to you, grabbing your jaw and squishing your cheeks together. “You know what? You need to shush. You’ve been snippy all day.”

You just smiled as innocently as you could with your lips being held by his metal fingers. “You’re too fun to mess with.”

He pecked your nose. “As long as I’m the only one you’re messing with. I’ll be right back.” He let you go and spun around, maneuvering around the boat in a way only a trained assassin could do.

“Oh my God, please! Please just put me out of my fucking misery! You’re killing me, cher.”

“What?” You gaped at him.

“Don’t act innocent!” Sam huffed, giving you a pointed look. “If I have to watch you two make googly eyes at you one more fucking day with neither of you doing anything about it-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, Sammy-”

“Don’t ‘come on, Sammy’ me! And don’t come at me with that ‘he doesn’t like me back’ bullshit. If you think for a second that boy wouldn’t follow you to the depths of the fucking ocean, you’re blind as a bat, woman.”

You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of Bucky’s too big jacket. “It just…hasn’t come up.”

He deadpanned, shaking his head and standing up. “That’s it. I’m done. You two are driving me insane. I’m gonna lock you in a room until you have the conversation that needs to be had the next time either of you does something stupid.”

“Yikes. That’s gonna be quick.” At his look, your smile dropped and you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll…I’ll bring it up later.”

“Tomorrow or nothing.”

“Sam-”

Sam tilted his head, brow creasing. “Is it still Steve? Is that what this is still about? Because he’s gone, and he’s been gone and you need to get over it-”

“No. It’s not…” You sighed. “It clicked the other day. When we were hanging out. Steve left and, yeah, I might always love him, but Bucky…God…I love Bucky, Sam.”

The man grinned proudly. “I’m glad to finally hear you admit it. So what’s the problem?”

“It’s still complicated, right? I mean…he’s his best friend and I’ve never dealt with stuff like this before and-”

Sam’s smile dropped and he groaned again. “Imma head out. I can’t take this. Dumbass and dumberass. I swear to God.” You sniggered a bit as he grumbled, walking towards the ramp to climb off the boat, just as Bucky reappeared.

“Hey-”

“Nope! Not right now, Barnes! I can’t handle it! I can’t!”

Bucky gave you a weird look. “What’d you do?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

“Well, c’mon, doll. Sarah said she’s gonna make gumbo for us, whatever that is.” He held out his hand as you walked over.

“You’re such a city boy.” You teased lightly, taking his hand and letting him help you pull you onto the dock. You shoved the sleeves of his jackets up again since they slipped from the first time. “Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”

******************

“We have the couch and a mattress we can pull out, I just have to make Sam get it from the attic-”

“That’s alright. The couch is fine.” Bucky waved dismissively while you nodded in agreement.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at you two. “For both of you?”

You blinked, exchanging a look with Bucky, before shrugging and turning back to her. “Yeah.”

“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Sam peeked out from the hall. “They’ve got a weird relationship.” You stuck your tongue out at the man while Bucky rolled his eyes, dropping your duffle bag by the couch. “How mature, Y/N.” Sam mimicked your action.

“Uhm…okay. Let me set up the couch for you then.”

Once everything was set up, you and Bucky thanking her for dinner - delicious and you’d never seen Bucky smile so much, the boys having kept him highly entertained throughout the meal - and for letting you crash, Sam and Sarah headed to their rooms, the boys already having been tucked in for the night.

“Are you gonna sleep on the floor?” You asked quietly, sitting down on the couch and doing the things for your night routine you didn’t already do in the bathroom.

“I think I’ll be okay.” He sat besides you. “I’ve been doing fine the past week or so.”

You smiled at him. “That’s good. Alright.” You stood up and stretched. “Let me just make sure everything’s in the bag and ready-”

You yelped when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest, shifting down to lay against the couch’s arm. “Do it in the morning.” He yawned, looking up at you tiredly. “I wanna go to sleep.”

“Then go to sleep, Buck. I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, his hold tightening as he sunk deeper into the couch.

“No. I fall asleep better with you.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, settling down with your legs between his, your chin resting on his sternum so you could still look at him. He beamed, but you could see the exhaustion settling in, and he grabbed the blanket Sarah left over the back of the couch and draped it across your back, over both of your legs, before his arms crossed snugly under the covers at the small of your back.

“Dinner was nice tonight. I haven’t had a meal cooked like that in ages.” You hummed.

He nodded in agreement. “I think that’s the first time I’ve sat around a table with a family since the 40′s.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah...kinda makes me wish I had my own.”

“Your own what?”

“Family.”

You bit your lip, shyly avoiding his gaze. “You’re my family, Buck.”

A light kiss was pressed to your forehead, his fingers bringing your gaze back to his. “There’s no one else I’d rather have.” The room lapsed into silence again, the clock ticking on the wall, the low sound of crickets outside.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly as you studied them. They always held so much emotion in them, especially in contrast to when you first met him as Soldat. They matched the water you fell in, and you wouldn’t mind falling over and over into them.

“Yeah, well, you’re just really pretty inside and out, so I think you’ve got me beat, doll.” He whispered back.

“You know who else is pretty? Sarah.”

He nodded with a hum. “That’s true. But I meant what I said. You’ll always be my doll.”

“So you’re not gonna ask her out?”

He gave you a weird look as you traced his sharp jawline absentmindedly. “Nah, sweetheart. It’s just…some harmless flirting. Except on Sam’s part.”

You gave a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah…he’s gonna strangle you. It is nice to see you like that, though. Flirty. Relaxed. Happy.”

“You make me happy, sweetheart.” He hummed, nosing your temple. “The road trip helped. I’m learning everything from you. Maybe not the flirting, but the carefree part.”

You blinked at him, finger stopping for a moment as you thought. “Oh…”

You felt his fingers dance up your spine, making you shiver slightly. “What I would give to know what’s goin’ on inside that pretty lil’ head’a yours, doll.”

“I just think it’s funny you’re learning how to be carefree from me…when I just started learning how to do it myself.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, your finger continuing its path down his jaw. “I think it started with the goats.”

“The goats?”

You nodded again, resting your cheek on his chest, watching your finger move up from his chin. Once you got to the end of his jaw, you lightly scratched his scruff. “In Wakanda. Our goats.” You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the way he physically melted at your words, his eyes going soft, his lips turning up slightly.

“Our goats, huh?”

But your tired brain wasn’t really processing what he said, instead focusing on the features your finger was now tracing - over his lips, up his nose. “You’re pretty too, Buck. Did you know that? Inside and out.”

He craned his neck to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, cuddle bug.”

Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest, finger feeling over the bumps and indents on the dog tags resting near your head. You tried going to sleep, but you kept shifting, your mind not shutting off.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I’m trying to, you know, sleep.”

“Sorry.” You apologized meekly. “I just…I dunno. I can’t.”

“Are you comfortable?” He peeked open and eye to look at you questioningly. You nodded. “Is it too hot? We can take the blanket off. I know I’m a walking furnace-”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.”

He licked his lips thoughtfully, before cradling your head and guiding you back down to his chest. “Lay down, sweetheart. Relax.” He stroked your hair, moving his head down to rub circles in your back muscles, pressing down harder when he felt knots.

You hummed, your eyes closing. “That feels good.”

“Shshsh. Just go to sleep.” His lips pressed against your head once more, lingering a bit longer than they usually do, as you felt yourself drift off. You cuddled his side, throwing a leg over his waist, before nodding off, only barely hearing his words. “Attagirl. There we are.”

******************

“Doll?” You felt a shift underneath you and groaned, your eyes barely cracking open. “Hey, sleepyhead…it’s okay. I’m just gonna slip out from under ya, alright? Gonna go help Sammy with somethin’.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him move you against the cushions as he sat up on the edge of the couch. “Sammy?”

“Yeah.” He bent over and kissed your cheek. You stretched out your limbs, about to rub your eyes, when he stopped you, kissing the inside of your wrists. “No. Not you, doll. Go back to sleep.”

“Bu’...’m gonna help.” You slurred out, looking at him with confused, squinty eyes.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Rest. You can help when you wake up again. Okay?” You mumbled out an “okay”, bringing the covers up to your chin and snuggling deeper into the cushions. “There ya go, cuddle bug. Good girl.” There was another kiss, one to your temple this time, before you slipped back into unconsciousness.

******************

The next time you woke up was because of a clatter in the kitchen. You yawned and sat up, stretching, eyebrows furrowing when you realized Bucky wasn’t with you. It took you a moment to remember your conversation, which you half thought you dreamt.

“Boys!”

“Sorry!”

You chuckled at the shouts, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry!” Sarah apologized, looking over at you from the stove. Trying to make the boys breakfast before school. Do you want anything? Eggs? Cereal? Toast?”

“Uh, cereal’s fine.” You stretched out your back again, before throwing back the covers and standing up, a little shakily.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Sam went, would you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I think him and Bucky went to fix something on the boat. I don’t for sure, though.”

Sarah groaned. “He probably went to fix the stupid water pump which doens’t need fixing. Dumbass.”

You chuckled, padding over into the kitchen. “Yeah. I just work with him. I can’t imagine growing up with him.”

“Trust me; some days you want to throw him in a box and send him out to sea. Bowls are in that cupboard.”

You snickered, moving over to grab a bowl from the cupboard she pointed to. “That’s how I feel with Bucky. Sam is less often, but when those two get together…it’s a full zoo.”

She laughed at that, nodding as she got out the milk and a few boxes of cereal for you to choose from, handing you a spoon. “That I believe.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You started pouring your cereal, watching in slight amusement as she got the boys ready for school. “Bus is here! Get out the door! Bye! Love you! Make sure you take those extra lunches to-!”

“Yeah, mom! We know! Love you too!”

You gave a slight smirk as she huffed, looking around the kitchen at the pans and dishes left out. “Kids, huh?”

She gave you a smile. “Yeah. They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. How about you? Any thoughts of kids?”

“Me?” Your eyes widened, nearly choking on your food. “Oh God no. Not right now, at least. I don’t even have a solid house right now. My life’s too off the walls for that.”

“And Bucky?”

You raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the counter. “Bucky? What about Bucky?”

“Does he want kids?”

“Uh…I dunno.” You shrugged, clearing your throat as you remembered your talk last night. “Kinda makes me wish I had my own.” You quickly pushed his words aside. “He hasn’t told me.”

“Wait, wait. You two…aren’t together then?”

You blinked, your eyes widening again. “Together? Me and Bucky? No…why? Did Sam say something?”

Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, crossing her arms. “Sam didn’t say anything. You guys did. Are you seriously expecting me to believe you aren’t together?”

“We’re not! I mean - he was flirting with you yesterday-”

“Right, okay. Honey, that’s flirting. And it’s harmless. The way he follows you like a puppy and you look at him like he hung the stars? That’s feelings. And that’s a lot more impactful than flirting.”

You frowned in contemplation. It was really that obvious? You were really that blind? This whole time? You knew Sam knew - but you just figured that’s because he’s been there since it started. And Sharon knew for the same reason. But Sarah? The woman you just met the day prior and had barely had a conversation with?

“It’s, uh…” You chewed on your cheek, swirling your cereal around. “It’s complicated.”

Sarah didn’t look impressed. “Do you like him?”

“I’m kinda in love with him-”

She shrugged, not letting you finish your bashful statement. “Then I don’t see what’s complicated about it.”

And that was that. She turned to clean up breakfast, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You thought it was more complicated than that. I mean…you were in love with your best friend. Who left you. With the guy you had feelings for who just so happened to be your best friend/crush’s best friend. And now you were completely in love with your best friend’s best friend, but your best friend still had a piece of your heart.

But…you loved Bucky. And he was here. And Steve was not. And when you put it that way…you guess it wasn’t so complicated after all.

******************

You snickered as you walked up behind Sarah, the woman berating the men for not leaving the water pump along like she asked.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sam shot Bucky a warning look, who grinned, but you were surprised to see Sarah ignore him, sending you a knowing glance instead, before turning back to Sam. “I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.”

You chuckled, Bucky shooting you a wink. “Yeah, Samuel.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you, turning to Sarah. “In our defense, you were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

You nearly facepalmed at his “defensive” and you were trying so hard to hold back laughing as she told Sam off, sending them away.

“I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” Sam pointed at you, but that only made your chortles come out, and you didn’t even bother hiding them. “She’s a very mean person.”

“It’s tough love.”

You giggled as they started arguing, slipping an arm around their waists, their arms instinctually coming up to your shoulders.

“Oh my God. A prowess?”

“Yes, Y/N. A prowess.”

“You know, maybe if you someone let me help-”

“Hey, woah! You were tired! I let you sleep! I was being nice!”

“Too late now. I’ll be lucky if Sarah lets me within a hundred feet of it!”

“She got you so good, Sammy!”

“I agree with Buck for once! You’re too snippy right now! And c’mon man! Stop flirting with my sister!”

“It’s my natural charm.”

“Charm? What charm?”

“Ouch, doll! That one hurt!”

****************

“Okay.” You stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the couch and setting the bag down on it. “I’ve got everything packed. We’ve got a little over an hour until we need to head out which gives you two time to go set something up for Sammy and maybe even a bit or training before we leave.”

Bucky frowned. “You’re not gonna come out?”

“I will in a bit. I just got a phone call I need to take.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Government call?”

You gave a mocking smile. “Can you guess what they want to talk about? It’s okay. I’ll survive. It’s only a phone call, so I can always hang up. Pretend I didn’t have good service. I do it all the time.”

“I’m sure you do.” Sam chuckled. “In that case, I’m gonna go grab some stuff and get the shield.” As he walked out, he made sure to mouth at you behind Bucky’s back ‘conversation’ making you swallow thickly. You were planning on talking to Bucky anyways, and with Sam’s insistence…

“Okay, so, I was thinking when we get back-”

“Can I talk to you?”

Bucky stopped digging through the bag, blinking at you in surprise at your sudden burst. “Uh…well, we already are, so yes.” He chuckled, straightening and crossing his arms.

“I wanna have the conversation.”

He was left stunned, once again, his mouth opening and closing and his weight shifting form one foot to the other. “Like…that conversation? R-right now? Are you sure?”

You winced at her nervousness. “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda…I just…I need to talk about it. Now.”

“Okay, okay. No, that’s fine. Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Bucky cleared his throat. “That’s all.”

“Okay…” You breathed with a small nod. You opened your mouth, but Bucky shook his head.

“I hafta say this first; I didn’t mean to hurt you by telling you about Steve. I-I dunno what I thought. That it’d give you closure or something. I dunno. But it hurt you and I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Buck-”

“I was jealous. And guilty. And mad. And upset. I still am. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.” Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair and all you could do was gape at him as he started confessing to you. “Remember when we danced? In Madripoor? Doll…I don’t wanna dance ever again if it’s not with you. I fucking love you, Y/N. And not in the way we’ve said it before. I’m in love with you. I have been for-for a while now. I just - you were Steve’s. Steve loved you and you loved Steve and that was that and I was just the broken childhood best friend. But Steve left and he told me to take care of you and I didn’t know what to do with that, because you still love Steve. I think. I dunno. And I didn’t want to break what we have because you’re all I have left of him. You and that stupid shield. You’re my family. My home. I really meant it when I told you that. And that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Because it means too much for me to break what we have because I fell in love with my best friend’s girl. You know?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to understand, but your brain was still trying to process what he was telling you.

“Oh God…” He groaned. “And now I just told you everything and you’re looking at me like that wasn’t what you wanted to hear and now I’m thinking this wasn’t the conversation you were thinking it was going to be-”

You were moving across the room before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the teal Henley you knew was comfortable having worn it to bed before when you visited him in New York, and slanting your lips over his.

His breathing hitched and he froze, and for a hot second you thought you made everything worse, but then he was kissing you back and his hands were on your hips and he was pulling you closer and it felt so fucking good you didn’t want to pull back for air.

“Shut up.” You muttered when you finally did pull back, your forehead against his, your eyes clenched shut. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.” You pulled back to look up at him, chests heaving against each other, your eyes prickling. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at opening up. I only ever was good at it with Steve but Bucky…I’ve been doing it with you. This whole time and I didn’t even realize it until the conversation in the car.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the relieved tears that were falling from the weight you were finally getting off your chest.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. How could I not be? After all that time in Wakanda? I was never Steve’s girl, Bucky. I wanted to be. Dammit, did I wanna be, but I wasn’t. Not really. And he’s gone. But you’re not. And I don’t know why it took me so long to see that. That you’re the one in front of me. You’re the one who held me when I needed it once he left. You’re the one that would listen to my rambles that I’m just realizing was most of our phone calls. You’re not just the broken childhood friend. Don’t ever think that. I don’t pick up the phone at five in the morning after searching for a friend until two for just anyone. Even Steve’s best friend. And I’m such an idiot because I’ve been pushing away my feelings all these years for Steve and then I let them out with you at the wrong time, because I love Steve, Bucky, but I’m not in love with him. Not since I fell in love with you. And I know it doesn’t make sense, but Steve was the first one I cared about and that’s just how I feel and I can try to explain, but-”

His lips crashed onto yours again and you could taste the salty tears that were pouring down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. He was holding you and he was kissing you and it was even more perfect than you thought it’d be.

“You’re adorable when you ramble, but Jesus Christ, shuddup, doll.” He breathed. “Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me just a fraction of how much I love you.”

You looked up into those ocean eyes, your own shining with earnest affection. “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to know.” He murmured against your lips, holding your head against his, still wiping away your tears. It felt like with each one that fell, you felt lighter and lighter. Like they were taking away every fear and anxiety you held within you for the past six months.

“Alright! I was thinking we could just set up in these trees out here - holy shit! Is it done? Did you do it? Did I miss it? Has the conversation been had?”

Bucky chuckled as you giggled. “He has the worst timing.” The last two words were loud enough so Sam could hear, although the man heard the whole sentence.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes!” Sam cheered. “Halle-fucking-lujah! Finally! I was that close to locking you two in the attic.”

You shook your head at Sam’s personal celebration, drowning the rest of his words out as you looked at Bucky, who swept his thumb over your cheek catching one last tear, before pecking your lips.

“I finally get to kiss where I really want to.” He spoke softly, kissing your lips again. “Are you mine, doll?”

“I thought you said I’d always be your doll.” You answered cheekily. He grinned, kissing you again, pulling you against him by the hips.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! We get it! You’re in love, finally, but I don’t wanna see it anymore! Now will you come help me with this shit?”

Bucky left one more lingering kiss on your lips, before you pushed him away reluctantly. “I’ll be right out.”

He nodded, moving over to help Sam carry the things he’d gathered.

You watched them put it all up from the window, gnawing on your cheek as you spun your phone in your hands. Coming to a decision, you tossed your phone in the duffle bag and walked out with it just as the boys finished.

“That was a quick phone call.” Sam raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. “Didn’t call them. If they really need me, they’ll find me.”

Bucky grinned as you set the bag down under a tree, pecking your lips when you got close enough for him to grab by the waist to hold you against him. You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully away and giggling as Sam let out a groan.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, Sammy.”

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Bucky knew he needed the tough love talk Sam was giving him. He needed to hear it. Because, deep down, he had known it all along, he just refused to believe it. He tried doing it. Making amends. He knew he wasn’t though. And of course he knew immediately who that one person would be.

“And hey.” Bucky looked at him. “Let me tell you what. Telling my girl all that you told her? That’s a good start. I’m proud of you. Both of you. You’re already happier. I can see it in your eyes.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he thought of the gorgeous woman he nearly let slip through his fingers. He looked over to the house, where she was inside somewhere getting ready after suddenly deciding she needed to shower before they left. “I was stupid.”

“Yeah you were. You both were. I’m so relieved it’s over.” Sam nudged him. “Treat her right, Buck. She deserves it.”

“I know…I just hope I can.”

Sam shook his head. “Uh-uh. Don’t do that. You were just starting to use that cyborg brain of yours! She chose you. And before you say anything,” Sam cut Bucky off from speaking as he opened his mouth to object. “She chose you before Steve left. It just took her dumbass this long to realize it.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah…okay…” Before he could say anything, the goddess herself stepped out, jogging over, looking absolutely amazing in her jeans and his t-shirt. “Good talk.”

Sam laughed at his quick ending of the conversation as she came up besides them. “Talking about me?” She asked cheekily, eyes shining. Bucky couldn’t help but take her under his arm, pecking her lips. Now that he could, he didn’t think he could stop. He was addicted to say the least.

Throwing Bucky a wink, Sam shrugged. “Just all the things that get on our nerves.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “We better get going.”

Bucky and Sam clapped hands. “You know Karli won’t quit.”

Bucky smiled. “Ah. You call us when you have a lead and we’ll be there.”

Y/N stepped forwards to give Sam a hug. “Anytime, Sammy.”

“Eh. Anytime between noon and midnight.” Bucky corrected. “Or noon and ten. Noon and five…you better just call at noon to be safe.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”

“Not necessarily as a team.” Bucky continued, grabbing the bag, getting Y/N back in her spot at his side under his arm.

“Nope!”

“We’re not that good.”

“Definitely not.”

“We’re professionals.”

“Definitely.”

“And, uh, we’re partners.”

Sam snapped, pointing at him. “Coworkers.”

“But we’re also a couple of guys with a couple mutual friends.”

“Ones now gone and you’re dating the other.”

“So we’re a couple of guys…with a badass to help out.”

“I can live with that.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh my God.” Y/N let out that laugh Bucky could never get enough of, shaking her head at the two of them. “You forgot dumbasses.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That’s your couple name.”

“Dumbasses?”

“Oh yeah.” The three of them came to a stop, Bucky and his girl - God he loved confirming it now - facing Sam. “Thanks for the help, guys. Meant a lot.”

Bucky patted his shoulder. “Of course.”

Y/N shot him a wink. “Until we meet again, Sammy.”

“Until then, cher.”

Bucky couldn’t stop his grin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the two of them starting to walk to the main road where she already ordered an Uber. He looked down at her, kissing her lips for the nth time in the past hour.

“I wish I didn’t wait so long,” he told her seriously. “But I’d wait a thousands more centuries if it meant I get to call you mine.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re such a sap! But…” she moved up to kiss him and his heart stuttered. He knew he had a goofy grin on when she pulled back, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she laughed again. “I have to agree with you on that, Buckaroo.”

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stormblessed95 · 2 years ago

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Hello stormblessed

Tbh this memories jkk were nothing special. We got some moments here and there but actually speaking rest all members and pairs do have these moments. JK did carried jimin 3-4 times but he also carried Tae very easily. And did you saw how fast and easily he jumped on JK ? So it happened several times. JK just carries jimin more often coz he's lighter - paper doll in JK's words. Even you and other jkkers have the same opinion that there was nothing 'eyebrow raising' or 'couply' happening in this memories other than 2 close friends hanging out. So on what basis we still think jkk are a 'couple' because saying content of 9 years is waste because relationships does evolve and change. As of now, we are seeing just 2 friends..

Hello anon.

Let me point out the red flags in your ask so that maybe you can try to hide yourself better the next time you want to try and just spread discourse and rain on parades 🥰

"Hello Stormblessed" rarely any jikookers who follow me address me that way unless they are complaining about me or complaining about jkkrs or complaining about jikook or.... complaining.... you get it. Which I'd give the benefit of the doubt for because it does happen, just not often. But then you continued on to a whole ask about dismissing jikook as "not special." As well as putting words in my mouth. Nice try though. You read the one post and sent in an ask thinking good enough. And you made an attempt to craft an "just friends" argument, but your ignorance shined through anyway. Regardless of the fact that I'm not here to argue. I'm not here to convert anyone to my way of thinking. My thoughts and feelings and beliefs are my own. I share them in my own space on my own time. I have no desire to convince anyone to think the same way I do. Unfortunately other people don't seem to share the same sentiment.

I don't like comparing their relationships here. They are apples and oranges. They all go nicely together in a giant fruit basket but are so drastically different in such an easy to see way, why sit and compare them? So if you can't tell the difference here or the difference in apples and oranges, that's not my fault. That's one for you to sit with for a while

It's adorable. It's cute. I should be able to leave it at that without people like you insisting on more. But sure, let's talk about it. Let's talk about how comfortable Jimin looks up there. How we didn't see how he got up there, just that he has been up there long enough for JK to be running around, spinning and giggling. The face grabbing and silliness is adorable. He's got a grip on Jimins legs that aren't going anywhere and Jimin has his feet tucked behind his back, like he knows how to sit up there comfortably without going anywhere. The trust is implicit as JK runs around the practice room. Like you said, it's clear this has been done several times (you just mistakenly said it about the wrong duo, or maybe you meant both. In which case, carry on.) Tae jumps up onto his shoulder by surprise. You see JKs hands fly up to catch him and their laughter about it afterwards. What I take from this.... oh sorry, I forgot you like the word we to make it sound like we are 🎶all in this together🎶What WE can take from this is that 1) Tae has got mad hops. Damn. 2) JK is strong AF man's barely budged. I'm impressed. 3) JKs surprise followed by amusement and happiness and Taes proud of himself smile are evident and clear to see. This to me does not speak of something that happens all the time, but something fun and silly that JUST happened and they are enjoying. Not to say it hasn't happened before, of course it has, but saying several times, or all the time is a stretch.

Just appreciate a moment without needing to compare it. It's possible. I promise. But trying to shove comparisons at ME is never going to work. Sorry. The taekook shoulder ride from memories gave me impulsive playful behavior (similar to jikook, but not the same) that took JK off guard and then they laughed and moved on. Tae didn't look like he was settling in up there for any period of time. JK made no move to get him off but nor did he make a move to keep him there other than holding on to catch him (duh). The comfort in their ending pose at the end of that jump was not the same. It gave the same impulsive silliness as the baepsae piggyback jump from them to me (also was Tae being silly during a dance practice). But let's not compare so we can just appreciate how cute taekook are together. Right?

"JK just carries jimin more often because he is lighter - paper doll" well damn. Your jikook anti popped out for a second there. You forgot it was supposed to be all HSM we are all in this together up in here. Another red flag fyi. Heaven Forbid the thought that JK could carry Jimin around more often because *gasp* HE LIKES TO CARRY JIMIN AROUND?! Or simply because he WANTS to? Perish the thought! Pearl clutching scandalous of an idea. He does it all the damn time and I doubt Jimins weight has anything to do with it. Saying Jimin is super light wasn't JK giving an excuse about WHY he MUST carry Jimin constantly. But a teasing comment about how easy he is to pick up. Especially with everyone else helping and making him the easiest for EVERYONE to pick up and shake around for their silly Butter MV idea.

You are trying to correlate things that do not correlate. And in your efforts to dismiss it. All you've done is admit that JK carries Jimin around constantly. Man's feet hardly ever touch the ground when JK is around. Probably why that muscle memory kicked in so hard when he went to automatically scoop Jimin up during PTD Concerts. Even though Jimin was just going for like a chest/shoulder bump. Lol

"Even you and other jkkrs have the same opinion that there was nothing 'eyebrow raising' or 'couply' happening in this memories other than just 2 close friends hanging out" The projection. Lol I believe what I said was nothing jikook do surprise me anymore. Not that they don't act couply but that I'm literally no longer surprised when they do. They've shown off a hickey. The only thing that would surprise me at this point hun was actually making out in front of us. And not because I think they don't kiss, but because I wouldn't think they'd ever do it in public. You know, the whole homophobic country they live in and all. In fact, you can read my EXACT words here:

From that post you had to have just skimmed because I went on to talk about how cute and 😏 it was that JK wanted to get his hands inside Jimin's crop top. But you know, that's okay. And I've had plently of posts since then proving that I definitely don't think they are just friends. I know you sent this yesterday though, so hopefully you saw those posts too. 🥰 "content of 9 years is a waste" babe says who?! It's only a waste if you don't watch it I guess. But I'm definitely watching it! "Relationships does evolve and change" they SURE DO! And isn't it so nice that jikook have grown evolved and changed together? And that taekook have grown evolved and changed and gotten closer again the past few years? This post is for you btw. It covers the whole relationships change and evolve topic. The one about how its true, jikook grew apart and taekook just grew closer

By the way, pat me on the back I predicted this exact ask and boy did you deliver. I'm just talking to my friends about these shoulder rides and how cute they are and how strong JK is and how vmin are his babies and so freaking cute.... and how I'm positive I'm going to get "they all do this" asks when I turn my anons back on. Lmao thanks for being predictable 🥰

We are seeing 2 friends! 2 best friends! I love their bond so much. They are so close. The best types of relationships are the ones that start from such strong friendships. 🥰🥰🥰

I'd say thanks for the ask, but I really could've done without. Stop comparing the guys relationships in my inbox. Thanks. I'd apologize for the sass, but I'm not really sorry. I'd say try again next time, but you really don't have to. It's okay. But I do genuinely hope you have a wonderful rest of your day and throughly enjoy memories content. Either for your favorite ship, or bts as a whole (as you should!) Or just however makes you happiest. And I'm glad you at least know that jimin and jungkook are best friends. Their friendship is truly admirable! 💜

#they all do that #jikook #kookmin #jikook antis #because i crush hopes and dreams over here #im tired AF of the excuse to try and dismiss jikook when its just all in our faces that is simply not true

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myfairkatiecat · 10 months ago

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OMG MORE OLIVIA RODRIGO KOTLC OVERANALYZATIONS FROM SOMEONE BESIDES ME

(I have so many thoughts about Lacy and KOTLC, actually. I have SO many characters I think it’s perfect for.)

Lacy but it’s Marella before the books begin feeling like it’s not fair that Biana just gets everything and is just perfect and beautiful (they don’t even know each other) (Biana’s life isn’t perfect) (Marella pretends to hate the Vackers but more than anything she despises herself for wishing she was one)

Lacy but it’s the real reason Stina hates Sophie. Why does she get to come out of nowhere from a human family and be adored but people still whisper about the stupid matchmaking scandal her parents may or may not have been a part of? Why does everyone love her? What’s so attractive about her anyway? She’s not even that pretty. (She is pretty and stina hates it.) why does she get to be the leader? (Why do I wish I got to be her.)

Lacy but it’s Dex about Fitz early on or be for the series starts. He’s just a stupid entitled Vacker. Nobody cares that he manifested so early. (Dex cares.) no one cares about his stupid perfect family. (Dex cares, though.) no one cares less than Dex how much attention the Vackers get and how Perfect Fitz appears. (No one cares more than Dex, who doesn’t yet have an ability and whose family has faced a bunch of stupid scorn because of the parents and siblings he loves.)

Lacy but it’s Fitz about Keefe because why is he allowed to be imperfect. Fitz has to be perfect and even then it isn’t enough. (Fitz knows that isn’t fair. He knows what Keefe’s home life is like.) He shouldn’t be jealous of his best friend when his life is obviously perfect. (His life isn’t perfect. Is it okay for him to think that? With all of his privelege? He should be quiet.) he can skip class a flirt shamelessly with girls and wear his hair and clothes messed up and everyone loves him anyway. (could Fitz skip class if he wanted? Would it be cool if he did it? He can’t even imagine it. Of course he’ll be a good student.) (what if he didn’t perfect his looks every morning? What if he wasn’t perfectly put together? Why is that something that’s only okay for Keefe?) and the stupid thing is that Keefe still manages grades at the top of the class despite never going because of his stupid photographic memory. (Being imperfectly perfect seems so much easier than being perfectly perfect. He can never achieve being perfectly perfect.) (he’s already made that his personality. He can’t stop now.) of course Sophie loves him. Of course she does. He isn’t even surprised anymore.

And of course, Lacy in the way you just described it above.

(You knew I was gonna hop on this post didn’t you)

Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

but it's Fitz being simultaneously resentful, angry, and jealous of the image that's expected of him vs reality. Bro is haunted by himself. his inner child is always crying over the way he can never be enough for himself. <3

Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

but it's just Alvar hating his little brother <3

"Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like ribbons in your hair My stomach's all in knots You got the one thing that I want" <- Perfection.

"Ooh, I try, I try, I try Try to rationalize People are people But it's like you're made of angel dust" <- never being allowed to just be a person bc you are striving to be 'made of angel dust' even tho that's unattainable.

"Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me You poison every little thing that I do Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you" <- the version of Fitz that is idolized in his own brain and in others, and how It haunts his every waking thought. I'm back on my 'he sees himself from 3rd person' bullshit <3

#THIS IS LITERALLY SUCH A GOOD ANALYSIS OF LACY FOR FITZ #I hope you humbly receive my many additions of ‘Lacy’ in the kotlc-verse #I love that song and gosh your interpretation was amazing #fitz vacker #alvar vacker #sophie foster #stina heks #marella redek #dex dizznee #keefe sencen #olivia rodrigo #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Knightmares

Context: original post, chrono, Shmi’s Introduction

The second night on Manda’yaim, Shmi wakes up to noises in the other room.

She’s a light sleeper, has been ever since she was separated from her mother. It’s something she might get to work on, in this implied safety, but everything is so new and unfamiliar that she’s even more sensitive than usual. The fussing from the nursery is more than enough to wake her.

Shmi slides out of bed, padding softly to the door. She can’t open it entirely silently, but it’s on hinges, not pneumatic. She can at least control the sound. She slips out quietly, and moves to the half-open entrance of the other room.

A hand lands on her shoulder, and she startles. She’s not proud of her reaction, squeaking and whirling and lashing out, but her hand impacts harmlessly against the meat of a strong palm. Anakin gives her a moment, and then speaks.

“Sorry about that,” he whispers. Shmi’s mostly just glad that he caught her swinging hand with his organic one, and not the metal. “Did the crying wake you up? It’s okay. You can go back to bed, I’ve got this.”

Shmi shakes her head. “I want to help.”

She won’t really be able to sleep anyway.

He purses his lips, searching her face for something she isn’t sure she can even guess at, but sighs and nods. He puts a hand between her shoulder blades as he guides her to the room, and it feels warm and heavy. She thinks she likes it. Maybe.

“Heya, Ben,” Anakin says lowly, separating from Shmi to go to the crib. She watches him lift the baby up and press him to his own chest. Ben burrows his face into the crook of Anakin’s neck and shoulder, whimpering. He bounces Ben gently, humming something she almost recognizes. “It’s okay, honey, it’s okay.”

“Is he hungry?” Shmi asks, coming closer and pausing to fidget as she realizes she can’t actually help like she’d wanted. “I can make a bottle.”

“Maybe in a bit,” Anakin assures her. He rubs his mech hand over Ben’s back as the baby hiccups and squirms. “He’s just upset from a nightmare right now.”

“Oh,” Shmi says. She’s not sure what babies have nightmares about. Feeling unsafe or hunted in the dark, maybe. “Do you think he wants the, um, sucking thing?”

She knows what it’s called, but only in Huttese.

“The pacifier? Yeah, that might help,” Anakin says. He stops bouncing Ben. By the time Shmi turns away from the table with a freshly-cleaned binky, Anakin is in the rocking chair, once again humming to Ben. The baby is still whining, with wet, red-splotched cheeks and upset little fists. “Thanks, Shmi.”

She stands by his shoulder as he adjusts to cradling Ben instead of holding him upright. With the pacifier in place, the upset noises lessen, though not by very much. Once the two are settled, she tentatively reaches out to slip a finger into the little curl of Ben’s hand. The baby squeezes lightly, eyes tracking to her, and then shakes her hand a little. She can’t help but smile, and Ben sucks on the pacifier in response. He might be smiling, too. She can’t tell. There are still tears in his eyes, and she wants to help fix that.

“He likes you,” Anakin says, and when she looks over, he’s smiling too. “That’s good.”

“I think most babies like most people,” Shmi says, because being liked by a baby isn’t much of an accomplishment, for all that it makes her happy. Ben squeezes her finger again. “At least, they like most people that they know for more than a few hours.”

“Trust me, it’s a bigger deal with Ben,” Anakin says, and there’s something wistful and tired in his voice. It’s reflected in his face, when she looks at him, but he doesn’t elaborate. He just smiles and shakes his head, so Shmi goes back to playing with Ben’s hand while he settles.

When a high, distressed trill comes from the other crib, Shmi acts. She can help with this part. She shares a look with Anakin, extricates her finger from Ben’s grip, and goes to Sokanth’s crib.

The little togruta is teary and already standing, reaching to be picked up. Her lip wobbles. She sniffles, even.

“You’re sure she’s not too heavy for you?” Anakin asks.

“I’m good,” Shmi says, just a tad distracted. She tucks her hands under Soka’s armpits and lifts. The girl is a little heavy, but Shmi’s been working with her hands since she could walk. Lifting a toddler isn’t very hard. She attempts to set the girl on her hip, and then gives up when the Soka squirms to get to the ground instead. “Alright, then.”

Soka stumbles over to the other crib and reaches through the bars, trying to grab at something inside.

“Honey, just tell us what you need,” Anakin says. He sounds very tired. “Snips--”

“Ba’fa!” the girl whines, and then shakes her head and tries again. “Ban-mmmm-ban-fa.”

“The bantha toy?” Shmi guesses. She reaches in and grabs the stuffed animal that is, rather worryingly, floating just a few inches above the crib’s mattress. She tries to ignore that in favor of passing the little plush to Soka instead.“I thought your favorites were eopies.”

“Banfa is Ben fave-o-wit,” Soka insists, and then immediately turns to run as well as she can to her brother. “Ben!”

“Okay,” Anakin sighs, though his smile is fond and indulgent as only a parent can be. He shifts Ben a little to free up one leg. “You’re gonna jump on three, okay? One, two, three!”

Shmi guesses there’s a bit of Force involved, with how the little girl hops up and lands plopped right on his free thigh. Anakin lets out an exaggerated groan of pain, and Sokanth giggles into the fur of the bantha. Shmi comes closer as Anakin puts a protective hand at Soka’s back so she doesn’t fall. The little girl pushes the toy into her brother’s chest. “Ben! Take toy!”

Ben sucks on his pacifier with a look of pure confusion for a moment, little fingers grasping at the fur of the bantha toy, open and closed, again and again. It takes a moment for him to grab it properly instead of just clutching at the fur while Soka holds it in place. His mouth falls open in what might be surprise, and he pulls the bantha closer and squeals. The pacifier drops out of his mouth and stops halfway to the floor, but Ben doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy stuffing the bantha’s felted horn into his mouth with a delighted coo.

“Yay!” Soka cheers, hands in the air. One of those hands narrowly misses Anakin’s nose. She doesn’t notice. Anakin doesn’t comment on it, just sighs and directs the pacifier to the drawer top with a jerk of his chin.

It’s going to take a while for these casual uses of the Force to be normal, Shmi thinks.

“You can pull over another chair,” Anakin says, catching her attention where it’d strayed. “Or go back to bed, if you’re tired.”

She is, but... she doesn’t want to leave. The air in this room is calming, and she’s not sure if that’s some subconscious thing that just happens around family, or if it’s three Jedi doing something with the Force, but she likes it in here. It’s nice.

Shmi pulls over an armchair and makes sure it’s set as close to Anakin’s as she can make it. She ignores his confused look as she climbs up into it and contorts herself until she can press herself to his arm. She reaches out and places a hand on Soka’s head, rubbing between the tiny nubs of her montrals.

Soka yawns, and it’s adorable.

“You okay?”

“Mm-hm,” Shmi manages. She stiffens when Anakin plants a soft kiss in her hair, and he pulls away.

“Sorry,” he says. “Too familiar?”

Maybe a little. “Not yet,” she says.

“Alright,” he allows.

Shme gives it a few seconds, where he’s just sitting with the drowsy babies and letting her have her time in silence.

“Can you hug me?” she asks. He jolts, clearly surprised, and she wonders if she should regret this.

“Let me just--” he cuts himself off, adjusting Sokanth in his lap so she’s resting against his chest instead of his arm. He snakes the arm out from between them, and moves it to curl around Shmi’s shoulders. It’s the metal one, and it’s rigid against her back. As she leans in closer and tucks herself into his side, at least as well as is possible with the armrests in the way, he lets out a shaky breath and squeezes at her shoulder. “This is okay?”

“It’s okay,” she says, closing her eyes.

“I’ll look into getting a couch in here or something,” he mutters. He sounds almost scared, or at least worried. She doesn’t want to think about that too hard. “Might take a bit.”

“I don’t mind,” she whispers.

“You’re going to hurt your neck if you fall asleep like that, though.”

She can deal with that in the morning. “That’s fine.”

He huffs a sigh, metal fingers rubbing up and down her shoulder. “Alright, then. I’m still going to look into getting a couch, though. I’ll be needed eventually, I’m sure.”

“Okay, ori’vod.”

His breath hitches. Shmi knows she got the pronunciation right; Jango Fett had insisted on helping after she’d mentioned that it seemed important. The hand on her shoulder tightens, and Anakin just breathes all shaky again. “Okay. Okay, yeah.”

He’s a very strange older brother, she thinks, but she’s keeping him.

#Anakin Skywalker #Shmi Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Ben Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #de aging #time travel #outsider POV #Phoenix Posts #Anakin and the Jedi Babies

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’.

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered.

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet?

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia!

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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