#ooo you wanna push the second one so bad SO BAD I am influencing you!!

[gripefroot]

Operation: Wedding Date

The tap on the glass window above your kitchen sink startles you - jolting away from the stove and immediately reaching for the holster on your thigh - empty, because you’re at home - your heart begins to race fiercely in your chest until you realize that those eyes peering in aren’t an enemy - but Bucky. You let out a long sigh, shaking your head with a smile as you reach above the sink to unlock the window. 

“I do have a front door, you know,” you say dryly, helping to push the window up all the way. His returning grin is cheeky. 

“But this is so much more exciting.” 

This window is smaller than the one in your bedroom. But Bucky is good at getting through tight spaces, apparently - a few grunts and groans, a boot in the sink (luckily it’s empty), and finally he ducks his head inside. After that it’s just a matter of squirming the rest of his body through, and he jumps down the floor. And closes the window for you, like the gentleman he is.  

“Hello,” you say belatedly, and he spins around with a grin. But Bucky doesn’t reply right away - instead he wraps his arms around your waist, planting a very thorough kiss on your lips until you’re breathless. Finally he moves his hot lips to your neck, tasting and nibbling as you giggle. “Welcome home, Bucky. Mission went well?” 

“Yeah, it did. But I missed you.” Lifting his head, Bucky gives a little pout that makes you laugh again. “So, what’s for dinner, babe?” 

“Well,” you squirm out of his embrace, ignoring his sigh of disappointment. “Some protein. Some carbs. Some micronutrients. Typical stuff.” 

“And dessert?” 

You glance over at him, admiring as he yanks off his baseball cap to run his fingers through his limp hair. A wild smile grows on your face. “I am dessert.” 

Bucky stares. And then his smile matches yours. “Good. I’m starving.” 

Smirking, you give your attention back to the cutting board and the veggies you’d arranged neatly to be chopped. Bucky leans against the counter, eyes still on you.  

“You’ve got some knife skills,” he remarks. 

“‘Course I do. You already knew that.” 

“Well, I knew you could slice hamstrings. Carrots are different.” 

You laugh. “Are they though? Why don’t you go put your boots by the door and stay a while.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky sidles past you, his hands slipping to your waist as he nuzzles behind your ear. Shivers break out across your skin, and you give a little sigh. You’d missed him. You’d missed this. Bucky going on missions without you is probably the worst thing ever invented. But you’d better not tell him that.  

“I like that obedience,” you tease instead.  

“I like this.” And he pinches your behind, and you laugh as he disappears.  

There seems to be a bit of pep in your step now, from fridge to stove to chopping board. Some extra excitement. Some anticipation. Some… 

Bucky returns, and you peer at him to admire the tight t-shirt he’s wearing. Those combat pants, a little low on his hips since he’d clearly taken off his belt. And his hair is pushed back, but his smile is still there.  

Some Bucky.  

“So, you sneaked off to see me first thing?” you tease.  

“Of course. You think I wanted to stay and listen to Clint moaning about his broken nose? Sam’s play-by-play replay of his own heroics?” Again Bucky is behind you, but this time a little lazier, wrapping his arms round your front to pull you back to his chest.  

“You wanted to come eat my supper.” 

“Of course.” 

“I’ll probably have to water it down.” 

Bucky shrugs. “That’s what we used to do in my day. Besides, I can fill up on dessert.” 

“Ooo.” You tilt your head back to give him a wink. “I like the sound of that.” 

His voice is low and husky in your ear. “So...do you have any hard and fast rules against dessert first?” 

You turn off the stove. “Nope.” 

“Good.” Bucky wastes no time pulling on the ties of your apron and throwing it to the ground before pulling you ‘round. Standing on your tiptoes, you wind your arm around his neck for a long, languorous sort of kiss that tastes like gunsmoke and stale Bucky and lonely nights and a very tantalizing one to come. Then, suddenly, he pulls away.  

“What’s this music?” he asks, brows pinching.  

“It’s what I listen to while I cook,” you tell him, trying to tug him back into a kiss. “Um...it reminds me of you, a bit.” 

Bucky blinks down at you, a haze of bafflement and wonder clouding his eyes - which quickly parts to fondness as he kisses the tip of your nose. “Aww babe, you have a playlist for me.” 

“Don’t make me regret it,” you laugh, and finally he kisses you again. It’s not long until you’re gasping for breath, and your bra has been thrown across the kitchen, and a tent in Bucky’s pants has you giggling. “You really did miss me,” you murmur, reaching down a hand to cop a little feel. He squirms at your touch, and the pinched expression brings you no end of amusement.  

“I did,” Bucky says hoarsely, and right on queue - a rumbling from his stomach clearly deepens his discomfort, and you raise a brow. 

“Hungry, Sergeant?” 

“Uh...yeah.” 

“Let’s get back to dinner then. Dessert later.” 

He sighs, but unwinds himself from you anyway. “Fine.” 

You turn the stove back on.  

Bucky hums a bit, off-key to the music still playing as he wanders around the kitchen. As you labor at the stove, he pulls open every single cupboard to find the necessary for dining. It’s irresistible to watch him out of the corner of your eye. His cute bum. So maybe you’d missed him too.  

“Wanna tell me about the mission?” you ask, to make conversation.  

But Bucky, filling cups with ice water, shrugs. “Nothing too exciting. Just busted up a strip club. Trafficking. Drugs. Some weird mind control thing SHIELD is trying to sort out. That sort of thing.” 

“That sort of thing will never end,” you say with a sigh. “Tough circuit to run. Did it once. Didn’t have the stomach to do it again.” 

A pause. Then Bucky is back beside you, arms crossed as a grin grows on his face. “Tell me more?” 

“Not much more to tell,” you say, a little testily. “I went undercover as a stripper after I’d been an agent for about a year or so. It was a simple mission - had to root out a pimp bringing in underage girls from Cambodia under the radar. Took about two weeks. Guy went to jail. Girls went to women’s shelters before going back home. But I was nauseous the entire time I was typing up the reports.” 

Bucky’s lips are pressed in a thin line. He’s clearly suppressing his amusement - which is fair - it had been some time ago and you’re lucky to be able to talk about it without wanting to barf. But you sigh, all the same.  

“Agents that work that circuit deserve a higher pay grade,” you say.  

“True. Still. Wish I could’ve been there.” 

“Seriously?” you take one look at Bucky’s expression, and laugh. “You wouldn't have been able to keep your eyes off me.” 

“Maybe so.” 

“Would’ve forgotten to search the back rooms for information.” 

“Is that what your partner did?” 

“Yep.” 

“Lame.” 

“It was our job,” you enunciate with exasperation. “And it was ugly.  

“You’re right,” Bucky says at once, and the lingering smile slides off his face. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make light of it.” 

“It’s okay.” Dinner’s almost ready. You flip off the stove, and cast a wry smile at Bucky. “Look, if you really want to ask me if I can show you a move or two, just say so and be done with it.” 

His eyes light up at once. “No way.” 

“Eat first, pal. I don’t want to listen to your rumbling tummy all night.” 

“Yes, ma’am.”  

The dining table is a little tight for two people, but Bucky doesn’t mind. He likes the coziness. He likes your knees knocking into his, and he likes seeing every little emotion flitting in your eyes. Affection, mostly. Fondness. Humor, as he explains how Clint had accidently dumped over an entire rack of taser arrows on the Quinjet, detonating one or two as he’d fumbled out of the way. And how his hair had smoked for two hours afterwards.  

“Clint Barton, human disaster,” Bucky chortles, repeating an idiom frequented by the team.  

“Poor Clint,” you say, sighing a little. “It’s awful to be the scapegoat, isn’t it? But here I am grateful that people are usually too busy teasing him to notice us.” 

“Or maybe we’re just really good at hiding it,” Bucky suggests. You burst into laughter, shaking your head.  

“The way you were looking at me over last Friday night’s poker game? I thought the table might go up in flames!” 

“Only because you were lookin’ so hot, babe.” 

“See what I mean?” 

Bucky gives you a wink, and you laugh again.  

Dinner is delicious, and the promised dessert, even better. Bucky is reluctant to leave that night; your warm bed is just too enticing, that night. And you? More so. He likes having you tucked up into his side, tracing little patterns on his chest with your fingertips. He likes tangling his fingers in your hair, wafting your sweet smell into his nose, and your presence into his soul. 

“Bucky?” you murmur after a few moments.  

“Yeah, babe?” 

“I’m going to my cousin’s wedding in a few weeks. I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one.” 

It takes exactly 0.23 seconds for Bucky to decide. “Sure. I’d love to go.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Of course. Dunno what I’m gonna tell Stark, though,” he adds, watching the streaking lights from the headlights of a car play across the ceiling, and disappear.  

“Oh, I’ll take care of that,” you say dismissively.  

“Yeah? What are ya gonna do?” 

“You know. The usual.” 

“You gonna be a bad influence?” 

“Of course I’m gonna be a bad influence.” You chuckle a little, tracking the fine hair on his chest as he sucks in a breath. Then your eyes flit back up to his. “But really, you don’t mind?” 

“Nah, it’ll be fun. We won’t have to hide that we’re dating,” Bucky says with a chortle. “Right?” 

“Right!” you laugh. “Sheesh - how am I even going to cope with holding hands with you in public?”

“Ugh, the horror! And I can kiss you in front of people? That’s gonna be a tough one to manage,” Bucky teases back, and pokes his cold metal fingers into your side, making you yelp and squirm. Then, of course, there’s more teasing and the more kissing, and Bucky doesn't get back to Avengers Tower for a very long time.

~

“By the way, Tony,” you say casually over the muted sounds of the television, clearly ignoring that the rest of the team in the room can hear you, too, “My cousin’s getting married in a couple weeks. I need a few days off.” 

“Sure,” Tony says from where he’s sprawled in a recliner, riveted to his phone. “Need a jet, too?” 

“I think I can handle a commercial airline, but thanks.” 

Bucky can see, even across the room, the twinkle in your eyes. Though you don’t look at him (you’re busy braiding Natasha’s hair), he senses an opportunity about to present itself as you continue, 

“I do need a date though.” 

“I’ll be your date, babygirl,” Sam says at once, as Bucky clenches his jaw. He does not like seeing Sam’s wink in your direction from across the room, nor even your answering grin.  

“Aren’t you still on the Whaller Debates case, Sammy?” you ask innocently. “The hearing’s that week.” 

Sam’s smile freezes. “Shoot.” 

“Nice try,” Steve says with a laugh at Sam’s expense. “I’d volunteer to help you out myself, 28, but I’m on the case too.” 

“It was a long shot,” you say, sighing dramatically. Bucky fancies that he’s the only one that can see the mischief in your face. Or maybe he just knows you better. It makes him grin, as he taps his fingers against his knee.  

“Hey, if I talk to Pepper…” Tony starts, but your laugh cuts him off.  

“I’m not gonna be party to that, Tony. I have to draw a line somewhere.” 

“What about Clint?” Natasha asks. Briskly tying off the end of the first braid with a hair tie, you drop a plait on her shoulder. Clint, asleep in a chair to your left, doesn’t move. His snores continue unabated.  

“Asked him already. He said no,” you say with another world-weary sigh. Threading your fingers through the other half of Nat’s hair, you start to separate it into sections with a little frown on your face. Bucky finds it adorable and hilarious the way you’re playing the room. He just has to wait for his moment. Briefly your eyes flicker to him, expectant, but Bucky only winks in return.  

General attention has returned to the movie. But Bucky wasn’t that invested in the first place - he’s been considering whether he should have sat across the room when he could’ve sat beside you on the couch, and probably not raised a single eyebrow. There’s an empty place there, which he eyes greedily.  

Then Natasha is continuing the conversation with you, albeit quietly, and Bucky eavesdrops without a hint of remorse. 

“It’s pretty dangerous to take a friend as a date to a wedding,” she’s saying. “Haven’t you seen any movies?” 

“‘Course I have.” 

“They always end up dating, 28. So who do you want to fall in love with and be with forever? All it takes is the right setting and one night of passion...”

Bucky constrains a laugh, turning it into a cough. Steve eyes him suspiciously.  

“Nat, please. I'm not going to get into a long-term relationship after just one night of passion.” You pause, tying off her second braid. “It’s gotta be three, at least.” 

Steve snickers, and even Sam chuckles a little - Bucky takes this as he wasn’t the only one listening in, so he chortles, too.  

“Wow, 28. Such high standards you have,” Sam teases.  

“Hey, if I’m gonna be with the dude the rest of my life,” you point out, winking at Sam as you toss Nat’s second braid on her shoulder. At that moment, Bucky throws caution to the wind - he doesn’t want to ignore you too much when the others are around, after all, or that could make them just as suspicious. So he stands, to Tony’s protest of blocking out the screen. 

“Me next,” Bucky rumbles, walking over to you. Nat scrambles out of the way, hoisting herself into the empty seat at your side. But he’s only looking at you - that glint in your eye, daring him.  

“Oh! Didn’t even see you there, Tin-man,” Sam jokes.  

“Ha, ha,” Bucky says.  

“Sit,” you say to him, pointing to the ground between your legs. Perfect. Bucky scoots down to the floor, back to the couch with your legs trapping him in. Well, it doesn’t feel like trapping - not from you. More like a little leg-hug. He grins to himself as you start to run your fingers through his loose hair. “Any special requests?” you ask lightly, as goosebumps begin to spark across his scalp.  

“Erm - whatever you like.” Whatever keeps you busy touching him the longest, more like.  

“I can’t believe you’re touching Tin-man’s greasy mop.” Sam will not be denying more harassment. Bucky peeks over at him with a glare, but can’t put too much force in it - your touch is lulling him.  

“When’s the last time you showered?” you ask Bucky, fingers pausing. In on the joke. Of course you are. 

“This morning,” Bucky grumbles. “Thanks for that, by the way, 28. You really know how to make a fella feel good.” 

Your soft giggles bring a creeping smile to his face, all the same.  

“Hey, why don’t you take Bucky?” Natasha says suddenly.  

“Can we not just watch this movie in peace?” Tony asks loudly, and is ignored.  

“Bucky?” you ask, feigning surprise. Bucky can feel as you start to tug his hair into a braid, and tingles break out.  

“Why not? He’s not on the Whaller Debates case, and he can really spook the rest of your family. I mean, if you want him to,” Natasha suggests. You hum, as if in thought. Bucky feels that it’s time to step in. Wringing a straight answer out of you sometimes is like pulling fingernails. Which he knows from experience, because he’s done both. 

“I wouldn’t mind,” he says, casual-like. “It’s been a while since I’ve met a dame’s parents, though. I might be a little rusty.” Should he mention that’s already spoken to members of your family a time or two on video call in the last ten months? Nah.  

“You gonna set a kitchen on fire?” Sam asks lazily. “Or shoot a party guest?” 

“Only if 28 asks me to,” Bucky says with a shrug. 

“Aww,” you coo. “See, Nat? He’s just being nice.” 

“Is that what girls are into these days?” Steve asks, bemused. “A willingness to assassinate family members they don’t like?” Gales of laughter ring through the room, causing more grumbles from Tony and Clint to snort and shift in his sleep. And you yank on Bucky’s hair, thankfully gently, as you tie off the braid. You’d only done one, and he bites back a moan as your fingers fluff it up.  

“Done,” you say. “What do you say, Bucky? Wanna be my wedding date?” 

“What’s in it for me?” Bucky teases. 

“A few free meals and a break from these bozos.” 

“Gosh, yes. I’m in.” 

“Ah, yes, the way to a man’s heart,” Natasha says sardonically. “Food and isolation.”

“Hey, don’t knock it,” Clint mumbles from his chair. A startled moment, and the team starts to laugh again. “What?” he grumbles.  

“I’ll send you the color of my dress so you can match your tie,” you tell Bucky, when things are quieter.  

“Just like prom!” Sam teases. “How cute! 28 and Tin-man goin’ to prom!”  

Bucky doesn’t feel prompted to mention that he’d helped pick out your dress himself, through a slew of picturesque texts that had brightened a rather dull evening a few days earlier. 

“How about you just pick up my tie yourself and foot me the bill?” he suggests, and you laugh. Because you both know that a suit and proper matching accessories are already pressed and waiting in his closet.  

“I can do that,” you agree.

“But if you get one of Stark’s $150 ties, I’m gonna protest.” 

“Alright, alright.” And you pinch his ear in a show of irritation. Bucky grumbles, swatting your hand away.  

“Don’t make me change my mind,” he warns.  

“I make good profit on those ties,” Tony adds, though no one asked.  

“Y’all might have to practice being friends if you wanna convince 28’s family you’re dating,” Sam teases, his eyes sparkling across the room.  

“We can practice later,” you say brusquely. “Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky twists in his seat on the ground to glance back at you with a grin. Your smile is beaming across your face, and he winks. “It’s my pleasure, Agent.” 

Mission successful. 

~

“So…” your voice tickles Bucky’s ear. “What do you think? Are you glad you came?”

Audible to him over the wedding band, and the mingling guests and laughter in the garden glade, Bucky swivels his head to grin at you in the seat beside him. You’re smiling, too - perfectly matched with the sunny afternoon, and the gorgeous dress (which he’d helped to pick out).  

“Very glad,” Bucky teases. “This free food is amazing.” 

You laugh, and while a few heads turn in the direction of your otherwise-empty table, Bucky merely sips some more lemon water, feeling smug. Absently you fiddle with one of the polaroid cameras on each of the tables - a quirky wedding thing, he’s learned.  

“Do you remember that mob boss we took down in Cairo last month?” Bucky asks abruptly.  

“Er - yeah.” 

“Your uncle is scarier than that dude, I’ve decided.” 

The little snort from you is completely adorable. Or so Bucky thinks. “He’s harmless,” you promise. “It’s just a front. Like you.” 

“Oh, please. I’m terrifying.” 

“Not like this, pal,” you tease him, squeezing his metal hand under the table - which is currently sheathed in a flesh prosthetic. It had been decided to keep Bucky in disguise; while your parents know of his real identity (not your job, though), it seemed wise to keep things under wraps, for the most part. Bucky had even, finally, subjected himself to a haircut at your hands. It felt strange to have his neck bare again. And you’d naturally teased him endlessly about being recognizable from history books.  

He hadn’t really wanted to scare off the guests. Because they’re your family and friends - and he wants to count himself as part of that group. The lucky few privileged to know you...really you... 

It’s the first time he’s seen you without your holster. Or a knife. Or any protection, really.  

”I’m not Agent 28 of SHIELD here. I’m just me,” you’d told him, that first night in a basement bedroom of your parents’ house. Bucky had wondered.  

 “You relax vigilance around your family?”  

“Well - I’ve got tech set up for surveillance. But my identity is tight. They haven’t been threatened.” 

Bucky finds it all very impressive. Especially since, at the rehearsal dinner, when the teenage son of a family friend had tried to pinch one of your female cousins, you’d improvised extraordinarily well by stabbing a fork into his hand. The parents of the boy had been too upset at their son to be bothered by the stabbing, fortunately. Said teenaged son is now skulking near the sidelines with his hands bandaged, giving you a wide berth and the female cousin a wider one. It makes Bucky grin.  

“What do you say to a dance?” he asks suddenly, nodding towards the constructed wooden floor, which is maybe half-full. You blink, a smile creeping up your face. 

“Depends who’s asking,” you tease. 

Bucky’s lips twitch. “I’m asking, you goof.” 

“Then I’d love to.” A soft giggle, and his fingers tighten over yours as he stands, pulling you to your feet as well.  

Bucky can’t pretend he’s totally comfortable dancing in this day and age - at least, upbeat dancing, but you’re a good lead. He wonders if dancing is something you’ve always done well, or if it’s a secret agent skill. But he doesn’t care. He lets the beat of the music worm into his chest, eyes fastened to your vibrant smile as you laugh.  

“You know,” he says loudly, over the music. “If the band played some old tunes, we could jive pretty good, you and I.” 

“Jive?” you laugh. “Wow, Grandpa.” 

“Hey now. I used to be the toast of Brooklyn, babe. Girls would line up across the block to dance with me.” 

Your eyes are sparkling. “If you insist. Unless that’s the dementia kicking in.” 

Bucky’s eyes narrow - but he says no more. He’s just trying not to step on anyone, honestly. There’s a lot more bumping elbows than he remembers from his youth. Sweat is beginning to break out on his back and under his arms. Wrong time of year to be dancing in a suit outside.  

“Thirsty?” he half-shouts to you, a few minutes later.  

“Sure.” 

“I’ll go.” 

“I’ll come.” 

Your fingers find Bucky’s, winding through as he takes you through the crowd. Towards the refreshment tables. But you’re stopped by a long-lost aunt, and chortling to himself, Bucky extracts himself gracefully from the situation and continues on, winking at your ‘rescue me!’ plea sent in his direction.  

Cute. You can face down a dozen men with guns and you’re terrified of your own aunt. He can’t wait to tease you about that.  

Only a few seconds later your fingers curl around his upper arm, and Bucky grins down at you from where he’s filling up a second cup with more lemon water. “Traitor,” you mutter good-naturedly.  

“Can’t always be around to save you, babe,” Bucky teases.  

“But you were there right then.” A roll of your eyes, and you reach over to pick up the first cup. Bringing it to your face, your nose scrunches, and you jerk backwards.  

“What?” Bucky sniffs the second cup - and gags. “Spiked,” he answers his own question.  

“Gross. There are kids here, and they’ve been drinking this,” you say, a frown creasing your brows. 

“Wasn’t spiked twenty minutes ago,” Bucky says. You gnaw on your lip a little, swirling your cup with your eyes lowered. Then you glance up, a grin growing.

“Up for a mission?” you say lightly.  

“With you? Always.”  

“Ok. Here’s the plan…” 

Hauling the spiked water back to the house, Bucky whistles a bit to himself. And in the kitchen, dumping it down the drain. Not a bad role in a mission. Better than planting surveillance bugs, or beating up a bunch of guards. Normal life is a bit different, isn’t it?  

But there are always variables.  

When he returns not ten minutes later, you’re leaning against the refreshment tables, arms crossed. When your eyes flicker to him, Bucky can see the smugness in your eyes - you’ve succeeded in your part - but there’s a bit of annoyance in how your lips are pressed together.  

“Sorry,” he mumbles, hauling the heavy container back on the table. Maybe he should’ve made that part look harder - it’s hard to judge his own strength compared to others.  

“Thanks, Buck,” you say. “What took so long?”

“Um - your dad cornered me.” 

Your brow lifts, and there’s a twitch of amusement to your lips. “Oh? What’d he say?” 

“Never you mind,” Bucky says, pretending to be cross as he straightens his jacket. “How’d it go?” 

“Great. Found out there’s a liquor cabinet inside, found out who knows where the keys are. Talked to his mom. Guess he was more upset by my stabbing him with a fork than we realized. He snuck off while you and I were dancing - he was waiting for us to be distracted, I guess.” 

Bucky shakes his head, picking up a fresh cup. He’s still thirsty, and you probably are, too.  

“What do you call kids like that these days?” he asks, handing you the full cup, which you accept.  

“Punks. But his parents are good - he’s inside saying bye-bye to his Playstation, or whatever it is.” 

“Yikes.”

“Tell me about it.” 

The sourness of a teen in trouble diminishes quickly. The bride and groom have wandered off, sometime in the last excitement, and the late afternoon sun has descended down to the horizon. Already the sky is streaked with purple and pinks, and as if to celebrate the fall of evening, the band has slowed their music.  

Words aren’t needed. Lacing his fingers through yours, Bucky leads you back to the dance floor. To sway to the tempo, you pressed so close to him as your hand absently strokes the back of his neck - it’s the most natural thing in the world. And there’s no need to fake anything - your head rests on his shoulder, with a little smile on your lips. Bucky presses his cheek to your head.  

“Thanks for coming with me,” you say softly after a moment. 

“Mmm. You’re welcome, babe. This is nice, isn’t it?” he hums into your hair, "Real life. Just being together." 

You sigh in agreement. "It's really great.” 

Really great. Really, really. Bucky smiles to himself for a moment. Turning down the offer of your grandmother’s wedding ring had been a hard sell - but your father had promised it would be around when he needed it.  

Soon. 

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haikyuu: (3) kuroo tetsurou - iiiiiiiiiiii fucking love kuroo sO much, a huge tall not so dumb dumbass god. i don’t know what to say dfkhka i fuckin Love him thanks dude. i nEVER FORGET THE FUCKIN LAUGH GOD FUCK FOR FUCKS SAKE skjfd. whenever i get in Kuroo Moods they last SO long i can’t get a break. and gamer au kuroo is killer it’s too good. listen he’S A BIG FOOL and i LOVE him want the best for him bc he’s great, good, good dude. i also rlly fuckin love terushima man ooooo my god, imagine him and kuroo bein buds hORRIBLE

kuroko no basket: (1) kiyoshi teppei - mY BOY KIYOSHI AAAAA. hE’S EVEN T A L L E R mmmm 6′4″ the fuck mann. we know my love for this dumbass i love him so so muuch fuck. thought it was kuroko at first, bitch no. I LITERALLY DIDN’T KNOW I LOVED HIM TILL AFTER I FINISHED THE WHOLE SHOW. like, just, the more i saw stuff involving him the more i was like ooo no no waiT i LoVE HiM i screamed when he showed up in the second opening when we rewatched it oooommggggg. he’S SO GOOD I HOPE HIS KNEE IS HEALED I HOPE HE GETS TO PLAY BASKETBALL AS A LIL SIDE HOBBY OR SOMETHIN HOPE HE’S FUCKIN HAPPY!!!!! whY DOES HE SELF-SACRIFICE SO MUCH BOY OOO MY GOD WHEN HE REALIZED THE TEAM GOT HIS BACK TOO BITCH HE SO CUTE. mmmmm  i love hiiiiim bois. also love akashi i keep finding it funny ur intimated by him cj

all out: (4) ebumi masaru - i can’t. i can’t explain why i love him oR WHY HE’S SO HIGH A FAVE GOD. this whole fandom is like Those Thighs and make ebumi all about fuckin sex like what a Tough Boy like yA HE BUYS (rents? whatever) PORN THAT’S FUCKIN SO FUNNY TO ME BUT MMMM he. more. i nevER STOP THINKIN BOUT THE EP WITH ISE THAT EMO SHIT DO U SEE HOW MUCH EBUMI CARES BOUT HIS FRIEND GOD Fuck. like yeah, just take the money. this is what was left for me but idc here take it u need it i stg season 2 better be in the works i want more of his backSTORY. oh hE FUCKIN BLEACHES HIS HAIR WHAT A PUUUUNK, HE TRAINS SO HARD HE CARES SO MUCH ABOUT RUGBY GETS P I S S E D WHEN PPL HALF-ASS IT LIKE?? FAIR ENOUGH. OH THETY ACTUALLY DREW HIS HAIR DOWN RIGHT ADJHF A OoO FUCK TAHT. i’m good it’s cool alright bye gion, raita & ise are my best friends thank

free: rin matsuoka - i. thought it was nagisa at first. i wanna cry fuckin nagisa jesus. good boy but hell no. rin?? is so sweet i’m sorry fuckin flew haru to australia & shit he’s so good i love him. i gotta do this i’m srry FUCK whoever thinks rin would be abusive with haru thx. i havE A RIN POSTER G O D

boku no hero academia: todoroki shouto - i literally didn’t have a fave in this show until one (1) specific episode in season 2 with him. thought i was gonna live forever not having a fave in this show. i had actually been growing to like him and was like No, i told myself to not like him bc he’s so popular hdkfa. and then that ep came and i was like,,,oof i Love him, love love love what a goOD BOY. he’s…so cute..comin to terms with his powers still can’t get over he interned with his dad he just…..wants to improve…is improving…..so good.

daiya no ace: ? - ok, i never developed a fave while watching it, at least not where i got to. i don’t even remember where i stopped oof that’s bad. but i had thought at that time that i rlly loved chris?? eijun is precious, i fuckin love him. miyuki is great i love him too. also really loved kuramochi?? so if i had continued i think it would’ve been one of em.

the walking dead game: kenny, luke, clem, gabe - pls don’t make me choose… kenny…tried his hardest to be good, worked his ass off till the last moment to improve himself and didn’t get the redemption he deserved. that man is good, he was just pushed to his max and couldn’t get back down. luke, luke is a sunshine boy who was too good for the world, a positive outlet could make anyone happy, did his best, didn’t deserve to die. cleM MY BADASS B A B Y HAS GROWN SO MUCH I LOOOOVE HER AND CAN’T WAIT FOR HER HAPPY ENDING TELLTALE YOU FUCKS I AM BEGGING YOU1!! gabe…annoyed me at first…stole my heart….just a boy thrown into the apocalypse tryin to be happy…he’s doing his best, he’s learning, truly not such a brat as assholes make him out to be. nick my boy i’m so sorry i would’ve included you ur so close

the last kingdom: uhtred & alfred - i love uhtred the godless and king alfred of wessex very much indeed. uhtred is just a wreck honestly, this danish bro got a lot goin on he just wants the land he deserves i just say he’s bein greedy, go be happy under alfred’s rule i still love u tho uhtred u dumbass. alfred! got the peace he wanted! i love alfred so much he wants to be a king without war unless he’s not given the choice, cares about his family so much, afraid he’ll be punished for the crown that’s not rightfully his own. alfred is so good, i love this man.

the raven cycle: (5) adam parrish - mmmmmmm what a good boy. an important boy, a very much loved boy. iiiii hate havin his pov sometimes, some relatable things in there, i love him so much. he’s not. his father. thanks. gotta say that a lot wanT HIM TO KNOOOOOOOW. he’s so good he’s improving himself he’s doin it!! go adam!! goD ASHLETY I KEEP THINKING OF THINGS YOU HAVEN’T GOTTEN TOOOOOOOO. mmmm it’s ok to still be stuck and to have bad days he doesn’t have to get over it right away!! it’s not somethin that’ll just be over!! dhfad smALL STEPS my boy i love u…. all bc, he…legally free (tryin not to spoil dfhjdaf).. don’t mean he has to be over it…take ur time adam. i’m thinkin of the emo thing in trk fuck wrong devil dkhfad. i just wanna cry he’s so good worth so much ronan & i will fight any and all fucks who wanna Go. i!! love him!! he deserVES TO FEEL LOVED AND TO FEEL HOW TO LOVE MMMM COOL i’m gonna stop i’ll just repeat myself - i just thOUGHT OF THE ‘FUCK YOU GANSEY’ WOW FIRST BOOK FUCK B YE

the foxhole court: …andrew minyard… - idk man?? it’s so lowkey?? it’s chill i literally don’t even have anything to say. nicky, neil & dan are my squad love em.

six of crows: jesper fahey - idk what fuckin bitch ass mood i had to be in when i read soc but if i wasn’t in it jesper would totally have been my fave. i wouldn’t take him away from wylan anyways (statement kiiinda counts for the two aforementioned also whoop). jesper?? deserves the world, but so does everyone else they all deserve the world even u bitch ass brekker who would not deal with my bullshit ever. 

criminal minds: aaron hotchner - god ashley screw off askin me for cm. love hotch, would die for him, too good of a guy.

the 100: bellamy blake - is a fuckin whore. iiiiiii love bellamy so much. bitch ass goes from a punk i hated to a good dude to a punk ass influenced by some huge ass prick dick and then struggles with himself for the next season and will now hopefully feel a bit better at least for gods sake. all bc you’ve done bad things doesn’t mean ur bad bell… i still never get over fucking pike taking advantage of him when he was vulnerable fuck off i just want him to feel better!! take responsibility but don’t let it push you down fucking get up!! you’ll get up!! mmm he’s so good he just wants to make everything right but clarke makes everyTHING FUCKIN GO WRONG. i just…not everything is excusable but he can make up for it he will and he’s worth it,,,, people gotta forgive him at some point he’s trying his hardest to make up for everything and he keeps beating himself on it mmmmdfahdf i love him

the sun is also a star: daniel jae ho bae - idk what to say about him ashley god fuck. he’s so cute though?? what a cheesy dude. ugh literally so cute i gotta reread it

naruto: kiba inuzuka - what a prideful ass i fuckIN LOVe him thx. i mean i was fuckin doomed from that start he has best boy akamaru & fuckin has a jutsu where he turns into a wolf?? and his fuckin mom and sister have wolves?? doomed before i even fuckin knew it. he’s soooo cute, never take his fuckin hoodie off idk what’s cuter him trying to look tough in that hoodie that everyone literally thought was hair or havin the hoodie off and showin his actual hair that somehow makes him cuter,,, what’S HORRIBLE IS THE LEATHER JACKET OR WHATEVER IT IS HE WEARS IN SHIPPUDEN fuckin idiot. imagine him as hokage i can’t believe he wants to be hokage it’s so funny i’m sorry kiba i’ll support u just give me a minute to catch my breath. guys he’s just so cute, trains so hard, he’s so good i love him enthusiastic boy