#pretty pleeeeaaasse

[softgothbabe]

Hold my legs as far apart as you can while you penetrate me as deep as you can

[eyrieofsynapses]

First Thoughts on YJ S4 Panel

WARNING: SPOILERS for the DC Fandome YJ S4 panel!

Okay, before I start chattering away, can I just saw how much I love this title poster? Because I love it. LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT HOW BADASS IT IS. 

Warning: this first bit is a teeny bit ranty, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t genuinely love the panel. It was really fun, but I have a few gripes with the amount of information we got. If you wanna cut straight to the cheery bits, check under the cut.

So... uh. I’m not gonna say I’m disappointed? Because I’m not, this was good, we got info, it was nice to see the voice actors. But I’m... underwhelmed. I definitely wasn’t expecting a lot but this was still, mm, not as much as I thought we’d get. No poster, no previews of character designs, not a peep as to when we’re getting the new season, nothing on where it’ll be streaming, nothing as to new characters, nothing as to who’s going to be the villain, and the Q&A session was maaaayyybe 3 minutes long. Oof, guys. Thought you said you’d leave us with something that’d leave us “more than just ‘whelmed.’” 

Essentially all we got was the title, and a few snippets of information regarding what the current status of the Team and its characters is. They didn’t really get the chance to talk to us at all about the actual season, either- I think Brandon spoke maaaybe three or four times? He got the title reveal, but, well, we knew that already, not that it’s their fault, but still. I love hearing the voice actors chat about their experiences and we got none of that, so that was disappointing. I’m wondering if there wasn’t some material cut, actually, because I distinctly recall seeing a clip on Twitter with Phil Lamarr talking about what it was like returning to the show, and it wasn’t in this. So what’s the deal, DC? Short-changing us on YJ again? When are we gonna get some actual news? 

There is the little problem that their big reveal of the title was spoiled, oh, maybe three or four months ago, and that isn’t their fault, but it does make that revelation more of an “okay, well, glad that’s confirmed” rather than an “OH MY GODS IT’S PHANTOMS WHAAAAAAAT” like I think they were hoping. Still, that’s definitely exciting to hear, and the new title poster looks cool. 

I got a “WHAT!!!” moment maaayybe three times, which is significantly less than I thought I would. There just wasn’t that much new info. But I think that’s less of a Grandon/production team problem and more of a world state and DC problem. I’m not annoyed at them, I’m annoyed at DC and at the pandemic, because I’m willing to bet their snippet was cut short by DC and what information they could’ve revealed just isn’t ready yet because of current events. Probably we would’ve gotten character designs if it weren’t for that.

As for the audio play, it was pretty good. They were definitely struggling what with having a distinct lack of people to pull from for a voice cast, but made some tongue-in-cheek references to it to take off the edge. I don’t think I realized just how many people voice for YJ until now... or how many characters each actor does. It’s a bit janky, and weird what with the arguing over who’s narrating the story (why, are they telling us the story, or are they telling it to someone else? Are you breaking the fourth wall, are you not? Make yourselves clear) but I’m blaming that on the fact that they’re more used to scripts than they are audio plays. These are different mediums, so there’s an inherent gap there; this probably would’ve gone better as an actual episode. 

So, FIRST watch-through, here’s my HAPPY cheery thoughts and reactions, in no particular order! I might do a second one later, we’ll see. (Under the cut, because it’s long.)

Return of Bowhunter Security! 

Clipboard makes a comeback!

The Supermartian marriage has taken place and they’re making reference to taking a long journey with Conner, M’gann, Bioship, Gar and J’onn. So... Mars? Do we finally get to see Mars?  

Forager gets to be sassy! And a hilarious narrator! Which, c’mon, it’s Jason Spisak, honestly, I don’t know what I expected.

Ahahah, Jason makes the most delightful faces when he’s voicing Forager. (And a few flubs, but he’s good at covering them.) We all miss Wally, but man, he does a good job with this character. Also, hey, that’s how he does the clicks!

Rocket! Even though she had a relatively minimal presence, sigh. I’m hoping they build her character more this time, she always get short-changed. 

ARTEMIS IS LEADING THE TEAM, repeat, ARTEMIS IS LEADING THE TEAM!!! YES!!! 

And she also makes a reference at some point to being in this fight for ten years, which, HMM, do I hear a reference point for our time jump? They started back in 2010, so this implies that the season’s caught up to 2020. So... season one was 2010, season two was 2016, season three was... 2018, I think? So does this make the next time jump two years too, or am I off? It also takes place on February 23rd. Eh, either way, it’s absolutely not as long as a lot of people were fearing- heck, I’m thinking this might be the shortest jump yet. Yay!

I’m not sure if the Snapper Carr dialogue is cringy or hilarious. I’m going with hilarious because I’m betting this would’ve been great if it were animated. It definitely loses something without the animation. 

Is... is Crispin Freeman playing four characters? Five? Will, Roy, Jim, Captain Boomerang... I think I’m missing someone, I’m gonna have to go back and rewatch this later, but wow. He switches between them so fluidly, too, that’s impressive.

Forget Freeman for a hot second, Nolan North, what are you doing, dude? Conner, Clayface, Mallah, at least one or two others, with a LOT of animal noises included... wow, okay. I definitely didn’t realize how many of these guys do two or three characters. 

Phil Lamarr doing Brick, Black Manta and Kaldur all at once is definitely impressive. I’m gonna take a guess and say he likes doing Brick best. He seems to get a little grin sometimes when he’s playing the character.

Ahhh, Danica McKellar definitely likes playing Terrence Terror. Don’t ask me why, I’m just getting that feeling watching her. Villains are fun to play.

...Wolf? Where’s Wolf? Uhh, guys? Where’s our fluffy doggo? Don’t tell anyone but I’m scared. 

Oooookay, that was unexpectedly gruesome. Dehydrating a man into sand? I mean, okay, it’s Clayface, but we didn’t know that till later. Eeeewww. Y’all, ik you’re going more dark, but that wasn’t an image anyone needed.

Jokes about Dadbod!Will are... hhh, cringy or funny, cringy or funny... I’m going sorta funny for now. Not enough to make me laugh, but enough to make me smile. 

Okay, Will’s definitely still hilarious. Literally that entire scenario with Captain Boomerang was amazing, and only made better by the fact that it was entirely Crispin Freeman. The “are you the Green Arrow fanclub president or something?” “...you have no idea” moment, the “boomerangs are better and Batman said so!” “...okay, FINE,” FLINGING CLIPBOARD, Boomerang teasing Will for his dadbod and Will answering with a wicked uppercut... ah, man. This is 100% Roy/Will Harper and I am here for it. 

I can see some people disliking this humor, but personally, I’m gonna just sit back and enjoy it. YJ has some quirky humor, but honestly, if you’re part of the fandom and you don’t like it, why are you even here?

Huh, Raquel’s a vegan and nobody’s making jokes about vegan burgers? Nice!

Oh, my gods, Forager deciding that Lian and Amistad playing with the food is an educational activity is AMAZING, 100% in character, and something I really, really want to see. 

(Fanartists? Fanartists, pleeeeaaasse?)

Will and Artemis ribbing each other will never get old.

...wait. Hang on. Is Will the comedic relief character now along with Forager? Is this a thing? I guess it is. If you’d asked me who out of the original Team would replace Wally as the comedic relief back when I had finished the second season, I would not have thought of him first, but I think I’m good with this. It’s definitely in character to his comic version. 

Ahh, Conner and M’gann’s relationship is still... interesting. Still not sure how to feel on this one. But hey, they’re married (?) now? Uh... nice? 

Nightwing’s off on some mysterious mission, hmm? I’m assuming that’s because of Jesse McCartney not being there, but I think I’m gonna headcanon that there are Other reasons for this. 

Yay, Clayface getting redemption! I love this in the Rebirth Batman: Detective Comics, so I’m 100% down for seeing it here. 

Tim did that for Clayface! Sweet! Not a plot thread I expected to go anywhere from that one season three episode, but one I am very happy to see used. 

...more secrets. Uhh, M’gann keeping secrets from Conner is... icky... again... but granted, keeping them because of confidentiality agreements is, well, a better excuse than she’s had in the past. Still, this is getting old.

Huh, so Waller will let out the Team’s secrets if they tell anyone about Belle Reve. I think this was already covered in the third season, but maybe not so explicitly. The reactions... hmm. Of course Conner’s okay with letting out all their secrets (and M’gann’s willing to... go along with that? ...okay...?), but the others, maybe not so much? Hmm. I wonder what Dick would have to say about that one. He definitely has something to lose. Not sure about Kaldur or Artemis, though. 

Jason did NOT get to make any Wally references. That makes me even sadder than if he did make one that made all of us cry. C’mon, guys. Let him have his references. 

I’m always a little meh on M’gann, but hey, M’gann gets to be a 100% certified badass! Saving Clayface AND taking down a ton of baddies with telekinesis, yay!

Oh, my gods. LOOPHOLES. WHAT IS WITH THIS TEAM AND LOOPHOLES. I love them so much.

The Team signing on as Bowhunter Security- oh my gods, all of the Team in fucking Bowhunter Security uniforms- oh my gods, so very in-character, so very true to YJ, so absolutely goddamn hilarious, I wanna hug whoever came up with that. That is the BEST mental image and it is a CRIME that they didn’t animate that. 

And, of course, Kaldur just immediately goes along with it. The Team’s corrupted him fully now. I mean, we knew that, but he’s done now. 

Black Manta attempting to roast Kaldur for his security uniform and Kaldur roasting him back 100 times worse is wonderful. “I wear my dignity on the inside, Father. Where do you wear yours?” KALLIE I LOVE YOU 

Ooooo, Artemis is inviting Roy to the Team? This should be interesting. He’s definitely not totally stable, but it seems to me that Artemis should be able to more or less keep him in check. Hopefully. She had to deal with Wally for five years, surely she can keep Roy in check?

...hmm. We’re all thinking there’s gonna be a Red Hood arc... Roy’s joining the team... Roy and Jason did have that run as the Outlaws in the comics with Kory... and this version of Roy has the sort of temper and attitude that I can just see Jason possibly getting along well with... hmmmmmmmm... 

Hah, villain shenanigans. Having Task Force X argue all the time is in character and admittedly sort of funny, especially as Black Manta’s sort of pulling a Kaldur and playing the absolutely exasperated denmother. I dislike BM thanks to him being a Baddie and all, but watching (listening to?) him struggle to contain them is enjoyable if only because I like watching him suffer. 

Ahh, watching the VAs is fun. It’s definitely nice to see that little view behind the camera. There’s the little smiles, the tiny grimaces at the icky bits, the responses to various bits, the way their demeanor changes with each character, everyone egging Nolan on when he’s yelling for Clayface being disintegrated... I’m sad we didn’t get to see them chat, but watching them interact while they work is fun. Pity Jason and Stephanie didn’t really have any interactions, though, I bet watching them work together would’ve been fun. Ah well. Still fun overall.

There’s a lot of variation in where they are/what setups they have. Some of them seem to have proper studios, some of them don’t but they have mics, Danica’s on the lower bunk of her son’s room with what I’m betting are several sheets hung behind her, and then... well, then there’s poor Stephanie with earbuds and what I’m betting is her phone at her friend’s house XD Also, Greg’s library is really awesome, can I steal it please?

Green title card... I know people have been positing this for a while, but Lazarus Pit? Also, the thing people haven’t talked about: Mars?! Is this a nod to the Martians, since M’gann, Conner, Gar and J’onn seem to be going there? 

Lots of speculation regarding Phantoms, but that’s been going around for a while, so *shrug* I’m not gonna spend any time on that for now.

Someone’s gonna have to write this out, methinks, for further examination. We’ll see if I get around to doing that or not before Fandome ends. I’m betting someone will record it and post it on YouTube, but a written-out version of the script would be useful. If I do, I’ll probably post it, so keep an eye out. 

So... season 3.9, episode 1? Hmm. Does this come directly prior to the fourth season? I kinda wanna say it does.

I have more thoughts, but I think I need to do a rewatch first, maybe in a little bit. Anyway... not what I was expecting, I sincerely miss Dick and Wally, but lots of funny jokes all the same, and lots of interesting information on the fourth season even if it’s nowhere near the amount we wanted. I might be underwhelmed but I’m certainly not disappointed. 

[flower-of-the-desert]

Thoughts on My Engineer ep14

Well, now I just feel clowned by this show. But in a good way. Which is a very nice feeling. I was so sure at least one of the couples would end on bad turns but instead they gave us the perfect set up for everyone is s02. That’s very sexy of them tbh. So going by the couples again:

1) Mek/Boss - ok ok they’re pretty damn cute; I loved Boss’s public confession and Mek getting flustered and most of all the way the scene went with Boss and Fon - I’m glad Boss was finally honest about his feelings making everything clear (I’m still a tiny bit annoyed with him for leading Fon on when he knew he had feelings for someone else) and that Fon accepted it and they parted ways on good terms.

2) Thara/Frong - poor Frong got brother-zoned so bad but that’s one of the things I’m looking forward to in the next season - seeing how Thara is going to go from lol, we’re just brothers! to having more romantic feelings and how Frong will deal with the initial rejection.

3) Bohn/Duen - sigh, I knew they were going to end things like this and sadly, it just... it doesnt make sense? I dont understand why Bohn didnt just TELL Duen that what he saw wasnt true and that he didnt kiss Mind willingly. Instead they made the whole argument about Bohn hiding the truth but didnt address the fact that Duen misunderstood what he saw. This changes the whole perspective because it makes it seem like Bohn cheated and that’s not what happened AT ALL. I just... dont understand why this turned out the way it did. Even the ending scene, as cute as it was, would have been so much BETTER if they had handled Duen’s skinship problem in a normal logical way - have Duen just TELL Bohn that he’s not comfortable with kissing and touching yet and he wants to take things slowly.

4) RamKing - what’s that noise, you ask? Oh, it’s just my SCREAMING at the top of my lungs over that RamKing scene. It’s no secret that they’re my favourites and this scene just about made me lose every bit of marbles I had at the moment. LOVE IT. King finally breaking down and confessing, saying how hard it is to control himself around Ram (hmmm, I’m gonna need 765847567 fics on that pleeeeaaasse 🙏🙏🙏) and how it tortures him that Ram makes him feel so good and he cant do anything about it. And THEN that KISS 🔥🔥 the desperation with which King grabbed him and then Ram kissing back like that I’m just 👀👀👀 I’m gonna need s02 ASAP and to give me MORE OF THAT.

Also can we talk about the fact that they’re still living together???? They’re gonna be spending all that time together at their home with their plants and dogs and and

I’m not ok, Send help.

[missatlantaanddarthraydor]

Brace Yourself

*moved here from my ff.net account. Enjoy!*

As Brenda looked out at the ocean she noticed the little yellow boat about to take off. She saw the little blonde speck in the water, that was Rusty's head, bobbing up and down. He gave the okay and the boat took off. Brenda heard his yell as he was yanked into the sky by the wind filling the para-sail.

She hated this, just sitting here. She'd be right there with him if it weren't for this stupid knee brace. She'd had to get one after helping Julio tackle a suspect that tried to run. She couldn't remember why she'd done it. She usually had the boys do the tracking down and/ or tackling, but this felt like instinct. She'd just done it no questions asked. At least she hadn't used her taser.

Sharon was already mad as it is. Well more concerned than anything but it translated as mad. But Brenda knew the difference. Knew that she'd scared Sharon to death when Andy had called her and told her that Brenda was in the hospital. Sharon hadn't waited to hear the story or hear that Brenda was fine and had just strained her knee. Sharon drove straight there while maintaining as many traffic laws as she could. She had burst into the room took one look at Brenda and proceeded to read her the riot act about how what she'd done was dangerous and unethical. "He was three times your size, Brenda Leigh. You're lucky it was just your knee." Brenda could have teased but she kept her mouth shut.

She knew Sharon. She knew that if you were lucky enough to be someone that Sharon cares about that you were not immune to the mothering or the worrying, no matter how well Sharon concealed it (or thought that she did).

Brenda was allowed to leave after the doctors braced her knee with instructions to stay off it for the week, but Sharon was not letting her off so easily. "It's just my knee, honey. And nothing was broken, I just have to be careful with it." Brenda said exasperated. "Nope, either I'm going to be staying with you or you with me, but I will not let you go unsupervised. You would take that brace off as soon as you got home, and then drive to work." Sharon wasn't wrong. Brenda didn't feel like arguing and she wouldn't have won if she'd tried.

So she let Sharon drive her home, she'd packed a bag, and proceeded to spend the week with Sharon and rusty. Rusty thought it was great. He was on break so he had free time. Plus being at UCLA had cut into how much he saw Brenda and his mother, so he was glad. They had movie marathons while Sharon was working, and game nights full of trivia and competition when she wasn't.

So now a week later Brenda found herself on the beach, watching rusty fly through the air like a crazy person, and wondering just where her pretty warden went. "I got you a smoothie. Strawberry and banana" said Sharon from just behind her. She handed Brenda the smoothie and then used Brenda's knee as leverage to sit beside her. Brenda took a sip and then smiled at her "You know me so well. Thank you." Sharon kissed her cheek and then looked out over the water. "Please tell me he's not the one yelling his head off." Sharon said after spotting some parasailers along the horizon. "The very one. He's got some pipes on him too. Kevin said he put a spider in Rusty's backpack one time, and Rusty screamed bloody murder." Brenda said through a grin. Sharon grimaced "I don't blame him."

Brenda adjusted her position on the blanket then pouted. Some sand had decided to get stuck between her leg and the brace around her knee. Great. That was gonna bug her all afternoon. "Can I pleeEEAaasse take this thing off now." She begged Sharon. "No." "But the week is over! And I'm not standing on it." "Will you put it back on when you do?" Sharon asked, already knowing the answer. In an attempt to be honest and get her way Brenda replies "MaaAYbe.." "No." "Oh Shari PLEASE!" Brenda puts on her best pout, with the big eyes and everything. Sharon can't resist laughing a bit, she leans in to kiss the pout away.

When she pulls back she asks "Well have you learned your lesson?" This question feels like a set up to Brenda. She hears Admiral Ackbar in the back of her mind "It's a trap!" But she can't figure it out. What lesson was she supposed to have learned? "Uh..to let my boys do the tackling from now on..?" Sharon smiles slightly "It's a start, but no. Guess again." The way Sharon is looking at her reminds Brenda of when her mother used to ask her a question with a very obvious answer. But Brenda had no idea wha- yes she did. Of course, it was obvious. "I can't learn that lesson Shari. I can't promise it won't happen again. Plus it's kinda in your nature." Sharon nodded "Smart girl. But please try." Brenda grabbed Sharon's hand and squeezed "I promise to try, to the best of my ability, not to scare you again." Sharon kissed her sweetly. They broke apart, and Brenda laughed, when they heard rusty let out an excited yet terrified scream as he plummeted back into the water.

[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

25 Fics of Christmas ~ Day 10

A/N: So this was supposed to be Monday’s post and it was supposed to be short and fun and then it took on an absolute life of its own. So I apologize for the delay and I hope you enjoy it. 

Title Holiday Back Up 

Summary: Bucky accompanies you home for Christmas to keep you from hooking up with your asshole ex who your mom still thinks is your perfect match. Neither of you realize that the other one has feelings. 

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, OC’s

Rating: T for language 

Warnings: Angst ( more than usual), but it’s still pretty fluffy 

Word count: 4858 (it’s a beast) 

“You will be home in time for the Christmas party, won’t you, dear?”

You sighed into the phone as you walked away from the training room.

“Yes, mom. I’ll be home in time for the party.”

“Oh good. I know Tom is very excited to see you.” You were about to remind her that you and Tom had barely spoken in five years when there was a loud commotion in the background. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yes. Your father and brother just brought the tree in. I have to go. Text us when you get on the plane. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you muttered after she had already hung up.

Great. Another year of your mother trying to get you back together with your asshole ex. Merry freaking Christmas. As you stormed back into the training room, you tossed your phone in the direction of your bag and headed straight for the punching bag. You ignored the curious glances from your team as you landed blow after blow, bloodying your knuckles in the process.

“You okay there, doll?” he asked from behind you.

“I’m fine, Buck. Leave me alone.”

You knew he wasn’t going to leave you alone, so you weren’t surprised when he rested a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“You’re staining the canvas. Come on. At least let me tape you up properly.”

His prolonged contact was draining the fight right out of you so with a sigh you let him lead you over to a bench. Grabbing a towel from a nearby cart, he crouched in front of you, cradling your hand in his as he dabbed the blood away. When he pulled a roll of tape from his pocket you shook your head.

“Don’t bother. I think I’m done for today.”

“Do you want to talk about it, doll?” he asked as he looked up at you. He still had one of your hands trapped between his.

“If I say no will you let it drop?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“For now,” he agreed. “But you know I’ll find out eventually. Come on, doll. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about anything.”

“My mom called,” You sighed and started gathering your stuff.  

“Oh, goodie. What did she want?”

He fell in step beside you as you headed back to your room.

“She wanted to make sure that I would be home in time for the holiday party.”

“That doesn’t explain why you were trying to demolish the punching bag.”

“She’s going to spend the entire night trying to get me back together with my ex.”

He made himself comfortable on your couch while you started getting your things together for a shower.

“When did you guys break up? I didn’t know you’d been with anybody.”

“Five years ago Christmas Eve. Long before I joined the team.”

Long before you met Bucky.

“Why is your mom still so hung up on him?”

“Because to her he’s my perfect match. I didn’t have the heart to tell her what he did.”

“What did he do, doll?”

He was watching you carefully, measuring your response.

“He cheated on me throughout our entire relationship.”

“Please tell me you punched him in the face.”  

“No, I didn’t. And unfortunately I don’t think I’m as over him as I should be.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because out of the four Christmas parties since we broke up, we’ve hooked up during three of them,” you admitted, feeling ashamed. “Have I mentioned my mom’s eggnog is really strong?”

“Which year didn’t you hook up?” The question seemed to pain him.

“Last year.”

“Then maybe you just needed time. You’re probably over him.”  

“I wish that were true. But it was mainly because you were en route to pick me up for a mission during the last Christmas party.”

“Well apparently I have great timing.”

“Well maybe you’ll have to come get me again this year.”  

“Or I could just go with you and beat the shit out of this guy,” he offered.

That got your brain whirring.

“Maybe you should.”

“What? Since when do you let anyone fight your battles?”

You shook your head.

“No. No. I don’t need you to beat him up. But you coming home with me isn’t the worst idea.”

“Doll…”

“Think about it, Buck. You have no plans for the holidays and you could keep me company. And save me from myself.”

“I don’t know, y/n.”

“Come on. Please. I’ll love you forever.”

He smirked. “But that’s already true.”

You didn’t dispute the claim.

“Pleeeeaaasse. You get awesome food out of the deal.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll do it. I never could resist a damsel in distress,” he teased.

“I’ll show you a damsel,” you growled playfully as you jumped at him.

He easily caught and pinned you under him on the couch.

“Gotcha.”

“Are you sure about that?”

You locked your knees around his waist and rolled him off the couch. You both landed with a thud and he groaned as you pinned his wrists down and pecked him on each cheek.

“Gotcha.”

“As always,” he smiled and you felt the butterflies in your stomach start cartwheeling.

You immediately hopped to your feet, hoping he didn’t catch your blush. He pushed himself into a sitting position as you headed for the bathroom to the shower.

“Are you just gonna leave me here?” he called as you started up the water.

“You could always join me,” you muttered under your breath before speaking more loudly. “You know where the remotes are. Entertain yourself.”

The next morning Clint flew you and Bucky to the closest airport to your hometown, where you switched over to an SUV sans SHIELD logo.

“So anything I should know going into this week, doll?” Bucky asked, gripping the steering wheel tightly – the way he did when he was nervous about a mission.

“Take your next right,” you instructed before answering his question. “Not really. I’ve told you about them.  My family is easier to experience than explain. They will probably ask if we’re dating, but don’t let that throw you. They just aren’t used to seeing me with anyone but Tom.”

“But you guys have been broken up for so long. I don’t get it.”

“Yeah. But we were together for a really long time.”

“How long?”

“Seven years.”

“Wow.”

“Yep. Junior year of high school through college and my first year interning at Stark Industries. I came home early for Christmas and found him in bed with another girl.”

“You deserve so much better, doll.” He reached out to hold your hand and you gladly took it.

“That wasn’t the worst part.”

His eyes darted from the road to your face.

”How is that not the worst part?”

“I went to my high school reunion that holiday and got told by 4 different girls that they had hooked up with him while we were dating.”

“Ouch,” he grimaced.

“I don’t even want to think about how many girls he was with in college.”

“What a loser. He had it all and just threw it all away.”

“He didn’t have it all,” you argued quietly.

He didn’t miss a beat.  

“He had you. That’s all that matters.”

You were surprised by the ferocity in his voice, and something about it made you blush.

“Take your next right,” you mumbled as he came to a stop sign.

“Wow. Your family really does love Christmas,” he smiled at the lights outside your house.

“My contribution to the traditions,” you told him proudly.

“Well they’re beautiful,” he looked over to smile at you, but noticed your preoccupation. “Are you okay, doll?”  

You were flipping your phone over and over in your hands, staring at the front door.

“Doll?” he spoke softly, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for coming with me, Buck.”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Shall we go meet the family?”

“Let’s do it,” you sighed opening the door.  

He grabbed both your duffels from the trunk while you took the bags of presents.

“Knock. Knock. Your favorite daughter’s home!” you called when you walked through your door. “Jakie,” you beamed as you hugged your brother.

“You’re here! And you brought company.”

Bucky shifted your bag to his shoulder and extended his hand.

“I’m James Barnes. You can call me Bucky.”

You clocked the recognition in your brother’s eyes. And you were a bit nervous about how he was going to react. But he just smiled and shook his hand.

“Jake. Nice to meet you. You didn’t tell me you were bringing anyone, y/n.”

“Your sister was kind enough to invite me when my plans fell through.”

“Of course she was.”

He gave you a pointed look, and you knew you were going to be interrogated later.

Your mom rounded the corner speaking on the phone.

“Have to go, Carol. I’ll call you later, y/n just got home.”

Shoving the phone at Jake your mother hugged you tightly.

“Hi mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart. Who’s your friend?”

She let go of you, appraising Bucky carefully.

“James Barnes, ma’am. Pleasure to meet you. I hope I’m not intruding.”

He gave her his most charming smile and your stomach flipped. Jake elbowed you in the ribs with a smirk. You glared. Bucky’s manners did the trick because you could see your mother’s approval replacing her suspicion.

“Of course not. Any friend of y/n’s,” she waved her hand in lieu of completing the adage. “It’s lovely to have you here. You must be tired from your flight.”

“I was just about to get him settled in the guest room. And then I’ll be down to help get ready for the party.”

“Take your time. Everything’s under control. Besides Tom said he’d stop by and help out.”

“Of course he did,” you grumbled. “C’mon, Buck. I’ll show you your room.”

He nodded and followed you up the stairs.

“You are very charming, Sarge,” you admitted as you climbed to the second floor.

“You say that like you’re surprised.”

You shrugged. “I just rarely see it.”

“Just because you fell for me naturally….” He trailed off and you could feel your cheeks burning.

Luckily, you’d made it to the guest room.

“So, this is you. I’m right next door, and we’ll have to share a bathroom. Sorry.”

“Not like we haven’t done it before, doll. Remember that cabin in Canada?”

“You mean shack,” you corrected him with a giggle. “And yes, I do. That was a long week.”

“That was one hell of a first mission for us as partners.”

“It certainly made the rest of them easier. I should go help my mom. Take your time and settle in. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Despite your insistence that he rest, Bucky simply freshened up and followed you back downstairs. You found your mom in the kitchen dusting cookies with powdered sugar.

“Anything we can do to help, mom?”

“Those sugar cookies could use a little extra frosting.”

“We’re on it.”

You settled yourself at the kitchen island with the bowl of frosting and a plate of cookies between the two of you and got to work.

“So how long have you two been an item?”

The butter knife you had been using clattered to the counter and you choked on the cookie you had just bit into. Bucky was immediately on his feet patting you on the back and offering you a drink of water.

“Are you okay, doll?” he asked, rubbing your back soothingly as you continued to cough a little.

“I’m good. Thanks, Bucky.”

You smiled up at him and he squeezed your shoulders before picking the knife up and rinsing it in the sink. When you both had settled again your mother changed the subject.

“So, ‘Bucky’ that’s an interesting nickname.”

“Yes ma’am. A childhood one. My middle name is Buchanan.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, what an interesting… oh.” You saw the moment of recognition and Bucky squirmed next to you. You were about to intervene when your mother continued speaking.  “You’re Captain America’s best friend. Two good men. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Bucky slumped in relief next to you and you squeezed his knee under the island. You were grateful to your mother.

When the cookies were done, your mother asked Bucky to help move some chairs out of the garage, tasking you with setting up the refreshments table.

You huffed as your fingertips grazed the cinnamon on the top shelf, pushing it just out of your reach.

“Dammit,” you muttered.

You were about to turn around to grab the step stool when a taller body pressed against your back, easily grabbing the spice.

“Thanks, Bu… Tom?”

You stumbled over yourself trying to get away from him.

“Hey, y/n. Long time no see.”

“Ever heard of a doorbell?”

“Your mom said I should just come on in because she’d probably be busy. You look good.”

His eyes raked up and down your body and you resisted the urge to cringe. You silently hoped Bucky would make a surprise appearance.

“I need to go finish setting up the refreshments.”

“I’ll give you a hand.”

“No. Why don’t you go see what mom needs.”

He stalked towards you trapping you against the counter.  

“You know, y/n. I’ve missed you a lot.”

“Don’t, Tom.”

He leaned over you.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t try to start this again. I’m done with you.”

Your voice wasn’t as strong as you would have liked it to be.

“Don’t be silly. You know you’ll always want me.”

You knew he was about to kiss you. And you knew you should shove him away but you were trapped. Your body refused to listen to your brain. Luckily, Bucky really does have impeccable timing.

“Hey, doll. Your mom wants you to help me set up the den. Apparently only you know how to fit the maximum amount of chairs.”

You and Tom both looked to the dining room doorway, where Bucky had just appeared. You could see the tension in his jaw as he took in your compromising position.

“Who the hell are you?” Tom snapped, and you used the distraction to scurry to Bucky’s side.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” he said clearly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re the… the… Win… the Winter Soldier,” he stuttered out.

Bucky’s gaze hardened into a glare.

“Yes. I am.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The plates in Bucky’s arm whirred against you as he made a fist.

“He’s with me,” you informed him. “Will you give me a hand with the eggnog before we do the den?”

Bucky’s expression immediately softened.

“Sure thing, doll.”

You handed him the giant punch bowl and grabbed the cinnamon and the reindeer shaker. Tom was shooting daggers at the both of you, but Bucky just offered him a feral grin.

When you were out of earshot you stretched to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“That is what I’m here for. I gotta be honest though, doll. I’m not sure I’m going to make it through the week without punching him in the face.”

“Try for me?” you pleaded, stroking his cheek.

“I’ll try. But I make no promises.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Y/n? Where are you?”

“In the dining room, dad.”

Bucky took a cautionary step back from you and you smirked at him. Your dad came through the swinging door with a grin.

“Hi honey. It’s so good to have you home.”

“Hi, dad.”

You hugged him tightly before gesturing to Bucky.

“Dad, this is Bucky. My teammate.”

He immediately stuck his hand out, formally introducing himself. “James Buchanan Barnes. It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

“Nice to meet you. How was your drive from the airport?”

“Nice and easy. We barely hit any traffic at all.”

“Good. That’s good. Your mom was looking for you. She wants you to change the setting on the outdoor lights so they stay on all night.”

“Oh okay. I was going to help Bucky with the den.”

“I’ll give James a hand. It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other.” Your father told you pointedly. “You should probably do the lights and go get ready. Guests start arriving at five.”

“Five? Since when?”

“Since your mother decided to add a sing along portion to the evening.”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“I’m just going to go fix the lights.”

You shot Bucky an apologetic look as your father led him into the den. You owed him big time.

“Bucky?” You called as you put the finishing touches on your make up.

“Yeah, doll?” He appeared in your doorway via the adjoining bathroom.

“Can you help me with this zipper? It’s stuck.”

“Sure thing.”

You lifted your arm so he could reach the offending metal. He struggled for a moment before finally freeing it and pulling it all the way up.

“You look beautiful,” He smiled at your reflection in your full length mirror.

“Why thank you. Not so bad yourself. The waistcoat is a nice touch.”

You finished putting your earring and turned so you could straighten his tie.

“Kind of the style I’m used to.”

“It suits you. Pun intended,” you giggled, brushing some stray lint off his shoulder.

“You’re a nut.”

“And that’s the reason you love me.”

“Among others,” he mumbled, making you blush.

“So what did my father say to you? And how much do you hate me now?”

“I could never hate you, doll. And we just chatted. He asked what my intentions were towards you and how long we had been dating.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“I told him you were a great girl and I had unfortunately not yet worked up the courage to ask you out. However, if and when I did, my intentions would be to court you and love you in every way possible.”

“Bucky, what are you saying?”

“Y/n, I’m not sure how you feel about me, but I’m crazy about you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but I kept chickening out. But now… will you be my girl?”

You couldn’t find the words so you just nodded and launched yourself into his arms. He was leaning in for a kiss when there was a soft knock on your door just before Jake opened it and the two of you jumped apart.

“Jake!”

“Sorry. Sorry. I just wanted to talk to you before the party.”

“I’m going to go see if your mom needs any more help. See you downstairs, doll.”

He closed the door behind him and you turned to face your brother.

“Seriously?!”

“Sorry. But how could you not tell me you’re dating the Winter Soldier? That’s so cool.”

“Number one, don’t call him that. It’s a bit of a sore spot.” He nodded understandingly. “And number two, we aren’t dating. Well we weren’t dating. But we are now. But that’s a recent development.”  

“How recent?”

“Ten seconds before you opened the door.”

“If you weren’t dating then why’d you bring him? You’ve never brought teammates home before.”

“I brought him to run interference with Tom.”

“So you had Bucky Barnes pretending to be your boyfriend? Badass, sis.”

“Well now he’s not pretending anything. And now that I know Bucky likes me there’s no chance of Tom ruining anything,” you grinned.  

“Oh please let me be there when they meet.”

“Too late. Bucky already saved from him once.”

“How did that go?”

“No punches were thrown…”

“For now.”

“For now,” you agreed. “So what do you think of him?”

“You’re happy so I’m happy.”

You smiled at him affectionately.

“Thanks, little bro.”

“Plus he charmed mom and that’s not easy.”

“Speaking of. I should probably go save him from her.”

You slipped on your heels, squeezed him arm, and hurried down the stairs. Bucky looked up at your entrance and the smile he gave you made your heart skip. You felt like you were in a movie, at least until your toe caught on the rug three steps from the bottom. You didn’t have enough distance to flip out of the fall, so you braced for impact. Instead strong arms caught you and gently placed you on the ground.

“You alright, doll?”

“Perfect. That’s two times now.”

“No need to keep score, doll. I’ve always got your back.”

“Quick reflexes, James,” your father complimented him.

“All part of the job, sir.”

“It’s good to know my daughter has someone like you on her side.”

Guests started flooding into the house at five o’clock on the dot, and you spent the first couple of hours or so of the party introducing Bucky to your family and friends. Most of them had the same response, slight surprise and then awkward, polite conversation, at least until Bucky charmed them. All it took was a few minutes with him to see the witty, charismatic sweetheart you were used to. Tom however spent the first two hours glaring at you from afar.

When it was time for the sing-along, your mother sat you down at the piano and had everyone gather round. You were a little embarrassed when you caught Bucky grinning as you ran your fingers up and down the scales. Your musical talents weren’t typically of use in the field so not many people knew about them, but it had been something you shared with Bucky. The two of you would often hide out in the music room playing show tunes.  

You started off with the 12 Days of Christmas. It was a long one, but it always got people in the spirit. By the end of the song everyone was bellowing the lyrics in an off key cacophony. You segued into Jingle Bells which was another crowd favorite. After ten or twelve songs, Tom had perched himself on the stool next to you and you ignored him as you finished the playing Winter Wonderland.

“I think it’s time for a break,” your father announced, sensing your fatigue. “We’ll do another round in an hour.”

“You haven’t lost your touch.”

“Why don’t you two do a duet?” Your mother suggested. “Why don’t you sing Baby It’s Cold Outside like you used to.”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea, mom.”

“Don’t be a spoil sport, babe,” Tom whispered.

You looked up and saw Bucky’s jaw clench as he spoke to your oldest friends. Clearly he’d heard him.

“My voice isn’t up for it. I think I feel a cold coming on. Excuse me.”

You grabbed two glasses of punch from the table and headed over to Bucky, who sensed you coming and maneuvered so you could easily join the conversation.

“Punch?” you offered.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he responded with an edge in his voice and you knew what he was thinking. After all you wanted to punch Tom too.

You placed your hand on the small of his back, trying to calm him. He responded by immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Conversation with your friends flowed easily and you soon dropped your head against Bucky’s shoulder.

When it was time for the next round of songs, you sent Jake to play and you stayed with Bucky, finding comfort in his low voice as he sang along to the classics. After that, your mother turned on the stereo system and couples took the floor to dance.

You spent a little longer mingling with friends before Bucky coaxed you out onto the dance floor, bopping along to the music somewhat awkwardly.

“You look embarrassed by my sweet moves, doll.”

“Not at all. I’m sure Sam would be proud,” you teased.

When the first slow song came on, Bucky pulled you close. You leaned your head against his chest and swayed. Everything was perfect until part way through the song, you felt his arms stiffen around you. Before you could ask him what was wrong, Tom spoke.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Bucky pulled away but didn’t release you. Tom was attempting to have a staring contest with the Winter Soldier, but he merely gestured to you.

“You’ll have to ask, y/n.”

“Y/n, babe, do you want to dance?”

Saying no to Tom went against your instincts, and Bucky knew that. You glanced at him and he squeezed your hand encouragingly. Taking a deep breath you turned back to your ex and smiled politely.

“No thanks, Tom.”

Bucky beamed as he pulled you close. Tom refused to take no for an answer and tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Look, pal. Just because you’re some assassin who she’s too afraid of to say no to doesn’t mean you can take advantage of her like that!” he shouted gaining the attention to the party.

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asked, genuinely confused.

“I saw that little look. She was going to say yes and then you scared her out of it.”

Bucky just laughed as you glared at your ex.

“Do I amuse the Winter Soldier? What’s so funny?”

“The fact that you actually think y/n is the least bit intimidated by me. You clearly know nothing about her.”

“I know her better than you think. I know that she can never say no to me. You clearly have her too scared to do anything but your bidding, you monster,” he spat.  

The insult hit Bucky hard and you watched as his face fell. You had been seeing red already but in that moment your fist snapped forward without warning and you heard the satisfying crack of his nose breaking.

“He’s not the monster, Tom.”

”You don’t see it. Do you? He’s got his claws in you. You always were so easy to manipulate. I cheated on you for years and you still stayed with me. Though it runs in the family. Hell your mom still wants you to marry me.”

His white shirt was now stained with blood as he stumbled to his feet.

“You what?!” your mother glared at Tom. “You cheated on my daughter and had the gall to show your face in my house. Get out.”

“Mrs. Y/l/n.”

“Get out, Thomas. You are not welcome here.”

“Fine. She’s not worth the trouble anyways.”

“Please everybody, enjoy the rest of the party,” your mother insisted graciously before steering you into the kitchen. “Y/n, sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was ashamed. It had been going on for so long and I didn’t realize until it slapped me in the face. You always told me he was the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“I was so wrong sweetheart. I’m so sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me the truth. And I am so sorry I kept pushing you towards that…” she searched for the right word before finally settling on, “Douchebag.”  

You laughed at your prim and proper mother uttering such a term. She looked at you curiously for a moment before joining in your laughter. Bucky, Jake, and your father walked in just then and shared a look of confusion. You simply waved at them in a gesture clearly meaning don’t worry about it. That was when Bucky clocked the blood on your hand and snapped into protective mode.

He rushed over to the sink and wet a wash cloth.

“Bandages and antiseptic are above the microwave,” your dad told him when he figured out what he was doing.

Bucky nodded his appreciation and gathered the necessary items before sitting to your right and gently taking your hand. You had reopened the wounds from the punching bag.

“You know, doll. We talked about unnecessary punching when you’re still injured,” he quipped as he carefully dabbed at your knuckles, just like he’d done the day before.

“That was completely necessary punching.”

You hissed when he applied the antiseptic. Bucky shot you an apologetic look. You were vaguely aware your family had made themselves scarce.

“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve to be punched after what he did to you, but I could have done it for you.”

He finished wrapping the bandage around the gauze and pressed a gentle kiss to the wound.

“I didn’t punch him for me.”

“Then why did you…”

You reached out to cup his face.

“Because no one calls the most important person in my life a monster and gets away with it.”

Just the sound of the word made him cringe and he suddenly couldn’t meet your eyes.

“But I was a monster, for a long time.”

“No. You weren’t. You were used by monsters. There’s a big difference. And as long as I’m in your life, you will not be allowed to forget that at your core you are a good man, Bucky Barnes. A man that I love very much.”

The declaration surprised him and his blue eyes were wide when they met yours.

“I love you too, doll.”

You could feel yourself smile as you leaned in.

“Now, I believe our first kiss was interrupted. So how about we give it another shot?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

A/n: So there you have it. The story that just started writing itself. I hope it was worth the wait lovelies. Thanks for reading! 

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    “You fuckin’ got this, dude.” I tapped my chin with my fist as I looked in my rear view mirror. “All you’re doing is playing some video games, you don’t gotta be a little bitch about it! Toughen up, Princess.” It’s so ridiculous, but I have to actually give myself a pep talk before I see him. He’s such a nerd I don’t even know why I’m so intimidated. How could I POSSIBLY be afraid of a guy who collects Transformers? I finish beefing myself up in the mirror and sweep up my purse and keys as I shove out the door, causing it to bounce back and hit me in the knee. “Every fucking time.”

           Walking up the steps to the front door was nothing new, but it always filled me with anxiety, because that was when I would realize every time that I couldn’t turn back and just leave. Even though I didn’t want to leave – or I do? I don’t. I think. Maybe. My internal struggle always churned even after the billionth time I had walked those steps, turned that brass handle, and stepped across the wood floor into my best friend Arin’s house. We didn’t know each other since Kindergarten or anything, we just get along REALLY well. He is a few years older than me, but since I graduated high school it doesn’t really matter to anyone. We pretty much do everything together, he even went to my prom with me. People tell me all the time how they have never seen two people be so meant for each other, and they’re right. You could even say we’re like soulma-

           “YOOOOOOO!” His yell boomed through the house, making my ears immediately feel warm. A smile hit me immediately as he slid into the room in dirty white socks. His appearance is always appealing to me; always jeans, always a T-shirt, never shoes. His hair rested just past his shoulder, a perfect brown with a Caramello blonde streak down the right side. He’s just like a big teddy bear, the perfect big, soft man. “What’s up my OG? You ready to get DOWN?” He curled his arms down into a muscle man flex.

           “You know I’m always ready to get down, you don’t even gotta ask!” I threw my arms over my head and punched the air. A giant proud smile crept over his face, and I knew there was no way I was going to be prepared for what he was going to say.

           “Okay we’ve got two options. We can do the usual YouTube and Mario Kart…”

           “Uh huh…”

           “Or,”

           “Yes?”

           “We could – and HEAR ME OUT…….play Portal 2!!!” He jutted his arms out with the brand new game still wrapped in its plastic.

           “WHAT IT’S OUT I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW?!?”

           “I KNOW RIGHT I JUST GOT IT ON THE WAY HOME FROM WORK!!! But listen, I don’t expect you to like, love it, or anything. I just heard it’s amazing and the best game ever and it’s literally THE perfect game to play on a Saturday. If you hate it, I promise we can just go back to Mario! PLEEEEAAASSE Y/N???” It’s really hard to say no to him. He’s just so adorable.

           “ You don’t even have to TRY and convince me! I’m so excited to see Glados again, she’s such a sass ball.”

           “You’re a sass ball.” He vaulted over the back of the couch and almost landed on his face. A small laugh escaped me and I kicked my shoes at the door. I took my phone out of my purse, then chucked the purse at the door with my shoes. I never have anything important in there, it’s usually bobby pins and fast food receipts. I walked over to the soft, black couch and plopped down on the left side. It was like a routine, plopping on the left side, scrolling through Facebook as Arin plugged in the game, then wobbling as Arin threw himself into the right side of the couch. We had both made considerable butt marks in the cushions, even though his was bigger than mine. If you looked at the indents you probably wouldn’t be able to tell anyone had ever sat in my spot.

 “ The amount of ready I have in my body is incredible.” It was so comforting to hear him talk. He’s so unique it makes my heart flutter.

 “Would you say it’s inc-READY-ble?” I snickered at my own stupidity, and he genuinely laughed at the joke. As Arin started up the game I pulled my legs up to the couch and leaned forward onto my elbows to get a better look at the TV. Excitement poured out of both of us as the story unfurled, Arin failing puzzles again and again and getting amusingly frustrated. We laughed so much at his screw-ups because it never really got to him. That’s the fun of gaming though, if it was too easy it wouldn’t be fun.

 He decided it was my turn to try it out, which was not a great decision. The further I got the more irritated I became. And unlike Arin, I was not casually upset. I was angry and wanted to hit things. He tried his best to encourage you, but to no avail. You thrust the controller back into Arin’s hands and crossed your arms.

 “Oooh come on Y/N, you’re not that bad.” He clutched his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him as a fake comforting notion. “At least you’re the pretty one here.” I loved hearing him compliment me, but I still pouted. It was just  game, I would get over it. Turning to look at him, I stuck my tongue out, and made myself smile. I couldn’t stay mad around him, he was just such a sweet presence.

 He kept his hand rested on my shoulder, his face inches from mine. I could feel my entire face grow red as he looked into my eyes. And then I forgot how to breathe. The look of fear must have been plastered across my face; his eyes quickly widened and he pulled his arm back to himself and gripped the controller to go back to playing. We both stared at the screen while the character jumped through portals and grabbed boxes. Arin paused the game and leaned his head against his hand, looking at me.

 I didn’t look at him, I knew I couldn’t. Too embarrassed, I stood up and quickly gathered my things and slipped my flats back on. “I should go.”

 “You don’t have to…” Arin protested. I paused with my hand over the door knob and debated turning back. What would happen if I did? If I didn’t? I decided against it and opened the door.

 “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I peered back over my shoulder to see him sitting at the edge of the couch watching me, a helpless look in his eyes. My face flushed once more as I panicked and loudly shut the door behind me. My car was uninviting, and the rear view mirror criticized me. I judged it back though, I couldn’t let it win. “I know I have feelings for him so shut up! I’ll tell him when I’m ready! Not now!” Turning the car on, I sped away hoping for a quick drive home. I felt awful and conflicted.

 “If not now, then when?”

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He nodded, rubbing his little forehead. "My head does hurt a little, even though mummy kissed it for me." He said softly.

McGonagall stepped forward then, smiling softly at the little boy, not wanting to frighten him. "We will get you all a room prepared for Mr. Malfoy's stay. How about you lot take him for a bit of a tour? I'm sure he would like the dragon statue on the forth floor."

"A dragon statue?" He asked, eyes wide, already in awe. He quickly turned around and looked at Re', practically bouncing from foot to foot. "Can we's go see it, Re? Please? Pretty please, please, please please pleeeeaaasse? With chocolate frogs and acid pops on top?"

Blaise couldn't help a warm laugh, grinning crookedly at Re. "He hasn't really changed that much, has he?"

She smiled at him as she knelt at his level. She reached up to brush the hair from his forehead, giggling softly as it fell back into place. “Oh they are very nice. They, uh … they were just really worried when you hit your head. You scared them is all,” she almost cooed. “We can’t have any more bumps to your adorable little head.” 

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noo I'm seriously so awkward and you'll probably hate me like most people doo >~

noooo!!! I promise I won’t hate you