#without yelling parkour and throwing canon out a window

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Update: chapter one did NOT get done tonight but I am one small interlude scene away from hitting terminal velocity and escaping the gravity that is canon events!

[secret-engima]

So I started RWBY (thanks for that, it’s all from you), and I gotta say I love Yang. So are there any Dragon!Yang rambles you have? What about lunweiss too?

It’s been a while since I enjoyed a show like this, it’s nice

Hi!!! Welcome aboard!! And not to taint your opinions but just- idk I feel obligated to warn you that while I 100% recommend V1-V5, V6 is emotionally hard (and has plot points I am Not Happy With) and V7 is just ... a train wreck. A wonderfully animated, woefully badly written train wreck. And I’ve yet to watch v8 so I have no idea what’s going on THERE beyond Oscar being a Suffering Sunshine Boi.

But yes! Headcanons!!!! Also apologies for any spoilers I mention for the show in these? I don’t know where you are in the show and I’ve already talked a lot of spoilers I’m sure XD.

Dragon Yang:

-Yang is excited to go to Beacon actually. Nervous and dreading it, but excited. She’s learned over the two years since returning to Remnant how to manage her strength and limit her lethality, how to hide the worst of her ... odd behaviors. She wants to make new friends, and she’s hoping to see Velvet there (Yang transfers to Velvet’s combat school in this AU and makes friends with her by accident). But she’s also dreading the “living in dorms with strangers” thing.

-Then she learns Ruby is getting to join early and she oscillates between HECK YES SIBLING TEAM HERE WE COME to MY BABY SISTER IS NOT READY FOR THIS. PROTECC. Of course, she’s been training Ruby these last two years too, because she’s afraid of her own strength but she’s more afraid of Ruby being unprepared for the dangers of the world. Ruby will never be a STELLAR hand to hand but she can fight mean and run away and her parkour skills have reached ninja levels even without her Semblance.

-Now she just has to get on the same team as her sister.

-She’s honestly ... highly amused by the initiation exam? Like- yeah sure fling the DRAGON SLAYER off a CLIFF and expect her to be alarmed. Psh.

-She means to track down Ruby and is will on her way to doing so when she runs into Blake first. That’s ... a little annoying. She doesn’t even know this girl’s name (Yang never dragged Ruby off to make friends during the pre-initiation sleepover thing in this AU) but it’s not Blake’s fault so.

-Also, on the note of Blake lemme just sidetrack to point out something interesting in Yang’s mentality. She can tell the moment she smells Blake that Blake is a Faunus.

-She still doesn’t think of her as a Faunus. Because- to Yang, she genuinely doesn’t .... really understand the difference between Faunus and human? To her everyone is human, some of them just have extra bits and more useful senses. And this is a TOTALLY UNCONSCIOUS MENTALITY from back when she was living on Earthland. Because in Earthland, people can look really, really weird (especially in the magic community) and yet they are all still called “humans” and are still treated perfectly normal. Like this girl from canon Fairy Tail show-

That tail and those ears are 100% real, they move and react like actual limbs in the anime, but they weren’t always THERE. When that character was teeny, she looked like a “normal” human, but her magic is feline oriented and so over the years those traits GREW on her. And literally NO ONE BATS AN EYE IN THE SHOW. Not even the people who knew her when she was tiny non-cat human child. She’s far from the only example, but she’s the easiest to think of especially in regards to the Faunus thing.

-So yeah, Yang smells feline traits on Blake and just- doesn’t even react. Doesn’t mention it to anyone because her brain skips right over “cat ears = Faunus” in this world and goes straight to “ah yes, my new 100% nonmagical human teammates. My Sister, Ice Child, and Girl With Decent Hearing Thank Goodness”.

-So while Blake thinks she’s keeping her Faunus traits a secret from her whole team, her partner Yang is just vibing off to the side, perfectly aware that Blake has cat ears but still thinking of her and every other Faunus as regular ol’ humans.

-Yang doesn’t abandon Ruby at the entrance to Beacon either, so Weiss made a ... bad impression on Yang very quickly for yelling at Ruby’s sister for an accident. Yang shut that whole thing down pretty fast, but Ruby was still feeling humiliated and nervous and Weiss was prickly and embarrassed by Yang’s blunt opinions.

-Yeah it’s a good thing they can bond via Nevermore killing because otherwise this team would be way more dysfunctional than it is in the first few days.

-Yang has mixed opinions on Team JNPR. It is painfully clear Jaune has no idea what he’s doing, but frankly she has her hands full with her own team atm and no time to try to gently bully this boy into proper training. She makes a note to do it later. Pyrrha smells lonely and she’s a sweetheart. Nora is wayyyy to prone to getting into Yang’s (and everyone’s) personal space. Ren is nice. He has manners and he smells of tea.

-There’s a scene early on where this guy called Cardin bullies Velvet for her ears by grabbing them and pulling them and I’ve never like how none of the main characters or anyone else try to hELP.

-Ergo, when that scene happens, Yang promptly gets up, twists Cardin’s wrist so that he lets Velvet’s ear go, then picks him up by the back of his shirt and flings him right through the farthest cafeteria window she can aim at from this angle. When his team of fellow bullies take it poorly, she proceeds to throw them through other windows.

-Her only defense when taken to the Headmaster’s office to face down Glynda and a very bemused Ozpin is that 1. at least she didn’t break their jaws or bones like she did the first time she caught someone bullying Velvet, 2. Professor Goodwitch can fix the windows with telekinesis to it’s not like the school was actually damaged and 3. if the Headmaster can fling people off cliffs for initiations, she can fling people through windows for being moronic bullies that needed spanking when they were five and spoiled but never got it.

-Goodwitch is not amused. Ozpin, on the other hand, is highly amused by trying not to show it. Yang can smell it and sense it in his magic tho.

-Yang, later in the dorms, more to herself then anyone, “So Velvet was born with one more pair of ears than most humans have, that’s no reason to be a jerk. I mean come on, he was born with a dumb face but I left him alone until he made the first move.”

-Blake: *vague staticky brain noises of confusion* “She’s ... a Faunus.”

-Yang: Gesundheit.

-Yang meeting Ironwood is gonna be-

-Fun.

-Because she first meets him in v2/v3 when he shows up for the Vytal Festival and brings an army with him and it makes Yang’s instincts SCREECH. This is OZPIN’S territory and this random general man is stomping all over it, bringing his army with him like some kind of power statement and she is immediately ready to Throw Hands with this man on Ozpin’s behalf just out of PRINCIPLE. So when she goes up to visit him at one point and finds Ironwood already there, she ignores the conversation she interrupted by arriving, points at Ironwood and goes, “Is this guy bothering you, Headmaster? Should I through him out the window? Or down the elevator shaft?”

-Ironwood is stunned that a student just- SAYS THAT. Ozpin, who has already gotten to know Yang enough to know that her social default setting is “subtle as a brick that’s been dunked in gasoline and set on fire”, sighs, “I’m fine, Yang. This is General Ironwood from Atlas.”

-Yang clicks her tongue and cracks her knuckles, “I know who he is, he’s the guy who showed up and cluttered up your skies with those rattling junk heaps he calls an army. It’s why I asked if you wanted me to throw him.”

-Ironwood, truly aghast, “Excuse me?”

-(ngl I DO like Ironwood and feel like they did his character dirty in v7 and likely v8 but, especially in v2/v3 he does have a bit of a arrogance problem)

Lunweiss:

-Weiss probably confuses so many people at Beacon. She is a Schnee, so while people are expecting some measure of dignity they are also expecting snobbery or brattiness and instead she’s just- the sweetest, mildest person under her reserve?

-Jaune still has a huge crush on her, she firmly but gently informs him that she’s just not interested. When he is slow to take the hint she gets upset, but that just means she withdraws in on herself.

-Yang, activating her Big Sister instincts: Yo, Jaune. I like you, you’re a good friend. But if you don’t drop it then I’m going to drop kick you off the top of Beacon Tower.

-Jaune: o.o yes ma’am.

-Lunweiss has had ... something of a deprived childhood in both lives. I don’t mean physically, because of course as Oracle and then as Heiress she had the best clothes and finest foods, but just- in the ordinary Teenage Life Experience. Things like video games and board games, carnival food, shopping with friends- she doesn’t have any real experiences like that? So obviously, as soon as Team RWBY realizes this (aka the day they’re lounging around the dorm and Luna asks what “these” are, “these” being Yang’s and Ruby’s collection of video games), they set out to do All The Fun Things with Weiss. Even Blake gets in on it when she comes to the somewhat stunning realization that the life experience even she, the Faunus activist, took for granted, is stuff Weiss has only ever heard of distantly in books and film.

-Weiss, bemusedly attempting to play a video game while Yang and Ruby lean on either shoulder and coach her on the buttons: ...What is the purpose of this?

-Ruby: *initiates lore dump about the video game plot and characters and emotional story beats*

-Yang, yanking Ruby’s hood over her head so she sputters to a stop: To unwind and have fun with friends.

-Weiss: I thought that was what ‘sleepover night’ was for?

-Ruby: People can do more than one ‘fun’ activity, Weiss.

At one point Blake reluctantly takes Weiss book shopping because Ruby, as Team Leader, has organized an entire schedule of “who does what fun thing with Weiss” and this was hers: So this is my favorite book store, the fiction genres are that way, non-fiction is that way, and comics are over there.

Weiss: *looks incredibly, hopelessly lost* Ummmmm

Blake: ... let’s start simple. What kind of books did you read as a kid?

Weiss, a little helplessly: whatever the tutors my father hired deemed proper for my education at the time and whatever books I could sneak out of the library without being caught and told to put them back because they were either “too young” for me, “too old”, or “not proper for a young lady of my standing”. Grandfather had a lot of books that my father put in that latter category and eventually he just- locked the doors to the library entirely and bought a new copy of whatever my teachers or tutors said I needed.

Blake: *listens to this and slowly has an internal crisis that the ‘spoiled’ Schnee heiress has never been allowed to read her own choice of books aka Blake’s favorite childhood activity*

Blake, a little desperately: Are there any books you remember enjoying as a child? Even if they were assigned?

Weiss combs through her memories, decides that’s not productive, and goes all the way back to her Luna lifetime before tentatively admitting: I ... enjoyed reading mythology and other tales set in historical eras with little evidence of being actually true, but entertaining nonetheless, especially since they often had a moral component woven in.

Blake runs that through her internal Weiss Translator: Fairy tales. You like fairy tales. Okay, I can work with that.

[buckmecaptain]

With you.

This is my entry for the #fangirlovestuffbdaychallenge for @fangirlovestuff​.  My prompt was to write for the couple who is each other’s Ride or Die.  I was going for utter fluff, then fell down a rabbit hole.  Hope this is good enough, and I hope your birthday was wonderful!    (Image is not mine.  Rico and the typing errors all belong to me. :D )

Summary:  Bucky finds the one he’s needed all along. Word count: 2966

Warnings: Mentions of death/loss, grief, canon-typical violence, guns, blood, pain, a few naughty words and allusions to makin’ whoopee.

For hearts that are weary, broken, lost and lonely, there is no better balm than loyalty.  Bucky Barnes's heart was in dire need of said balm and it came to him in the form of a sweet and lovely woman with a hot temper and the energy level of a Redbull-swilling hummingbird.

She was there when Steve left and tore "I'm with you 'til the end of the line" asunder.  She was there when he had those sleepless nights broken by night terrors and resurfacing memories.  She was there as the former Fist of Hydra became James Barnes once more.  She fought the press, social media, and the government for him.

Joining the revamped Avengers and taking on the worst of the world - and beyond - was a no-brainer for Bucky: he'd found a new life, and a way to move on.  It was a chance to be a protector and a shot at redemption for all the wrongs that still lay heavy on his heart.

He didn't expect to fall in love.

The great tales of sweeping romance tell of the beautiful maiden, sweet and demure, who somehow manages to get under the scars and skin and brutality of the battle-hardened warrior, warming his heart and making him feel human again.  They don't usually tell stories of maidens who throw hands at media personnel, curse like longshoremen, and are most likely batshit crazy.

Bucky's initial impression of the woman codenamed Ricochet was limited to glimpses of her in the final battle with Thanos.  Her ability to project a shield capable of absorbing and redirecting kinetic energy and projectiles had helped save several of earth's mightiest heroes during that epic fight, most notably Tony Stark.

Somehow, in the final moments she had figured out what Doctor Strange already knew and made a beeline for Stark, shooting or stabbing enemies as she sped past, showing impressive parkour and combat skills while keeping her eyes on the prize and spewing a string of curses that increased in volume and creativity the closer she got to him.

Ricochet bounded from a pile of rubble and landed, skidding to a stop behind Tony just as he said those fated words; "And I am Iron Man." As he snapped his fingers, she threw everything she had into a shield unlike any she'd conjured and pushed.  The ensuing power surge had overtaxed her shield's absorption capability and rendered her unconscious for almost a week.  A small price to pay; Stark had lost his hand but kept his life, and the battle was won.

After the fight, the team thought they would finally have time to recover and heal from the pain of losing Natasha, but it wasn't meant to be.

When Steve stepped onto the platform, taking with him the only sense of normalcy and grounding Bucky had left, Ricochet had walked up to the damaged man and simply held him.  This woman, with whom he'd exchanged only a handful of words since meeting her, was comforting the big bad Winter Soldier.  Shoring him up against a flood of emotions that were threatening to overtake him from all sides.  All she said to him, quietly, was “I'm with you.”

That moment sparked a connection between them that both desperately needed.  Bucky began to lower his walls and engage with the others, and “Rico” was calmer in his presence.  Soon enough, they were inseparable – or as Sam would say, insufferable – and melded into their places on the team, helping to ease the feeling of void Steve and Natasha left behind.

Eventually, there were late-night drinks and movies when one or the other couldn't sleep, long conversations about the loved ones they'd lost and mistakes of their past, and so many nights where Bucky was the little spoon after his mind bombarded him through the veil of sleep with another nightmare.

When Rico's mother passed away suddenly, Bucky held her while she cried and accompanied her to the funeral, silently lending her his strength and support.  On the days when she would miss her dear friend, Natasha, spending hours in the late Black Widow's quarters, lying on the bed and grieving, Bucky would silently follow.  He always took a seat across the room and read a book while Rico connected with her lost friend in the only way she could.

“No matter how often we win, there's always a fight and we always lose pieces, don't we?” She mumbled quietly into Natasha's pillow.  “Nat had everything together.  She coped so well.  I always hoped I could learn that from her.  Just ran out of time.  There's never enough time.”  She sniffled as her eyes burned with unshed tears.

Bucky sat on the corner of the bed and slowly stroked her calf and ankle with a feather-light touch.  “That's why we have to make the most of the time we have, baby.”  He placed his palm against her thigh so she could feel the comforting weight and warmth of him.  “And you do have it together.  I'm with you.”

She smiled and patted his hand.  "As long as I have you, I can hold on," she vowed and sniffled again.  "You know I've always got your six, right Buckybear?"

He hooked his pinky finger with hers.  “Always, sugar.”

One had fled Hydra, the other had fled the Red Room.  Together, they comforted one another, chasing away the darkness and pain, so perhaps it was inevitable that their close friendship sparked something more. In no time at all, the spark became a blaze, then became a full-fledged inferno.  Rico's passion was Bucky and she was his, and the team soon learned not to blindly enter rooms in the tower or risk mortal embarrassment.

They took to the field with a bit too much gusto on occasion, much to the chagrin of Sam Wilson, Captain America, who was tasked with running this version of the Avengers.  On any given mission the poor guy facepalmed and rolled his eyes more than humanly possible and oftentimes his scolding went unnoticed or at least unheeded.

Calls of, "How the hell did you even get up there, Rico?"  Were often answered with a giggle and "Don't worry! Winter will catch me!" and Ricochet would fling herself off of whatever anxiety-inducing height and angle her body toward Bucky.  Usually, this resulted in Sam swooping in to snatch her in mid-air.  

Admonishments such as “Oh hell no, Buck.  Come on, man!” were usually met with a snort and, “Don't worry, I have an idea.”  These were most often followed by giant explosions and fire.  So much fire.  It always worked out in the end and Bucky was happy to peacock about his skills, though Sam and the others called it “dumb luck”.  Sam always stressed the “dumb”.

All in a day's work for a superhero team, right?

Skills or no skills, at some point luck runs out for everybody, and on one particular mission, Bucky and Rico's luck headed for the hills.  

They had just blown a Hydra bunker all to hell and were scattered throughout the expansive courtyard dealing with the stragglers in the aftermath and debris.

“I got at least three dozen, south-southeast, comin' in hot!”  the Captain yelled over the comm.

“Little busy here!” Ant-Man replied as he and Wanda traded blows with a swarm of operatives.

"Who's in the south tower- oh no," Sam groaned.

“I have a plan!”  Bucky answered.

“He so does!”  Rico chimed in.

“I swear it's a good one this time,” came the retort, followed by mechanical clanking and whirring.

Sam facepalmed and sighed.  “Bucky... no.”

“Bucky yes” the Winter Soldier snorted, and the team heard the distinct sound of his grappling hook firing, then attaching to a half-destroyed wall.

Rico whooped from overhead.  “Hell yeah, zipline!”

The Avengers looked up at the tower window just in time to see Bucky launch himself onto the grappling hook line, using his vibranium hand for a carabiner, his other arm wrapped around an AK-107-toting Ricochet.  When they cleared the ledge, she wrapped her legs around Bucky's waist, leaned backward until she was upside down, and rained bullets down on the invaders in the courtyard below.

“Death from above, bitches!” she hollered as she emptied her magazine and body after body crumpled to the ground.

Once they were close enough to land safely, they detached and helped the team sweep the area, searching for survivors among the fallen.

“Tic Tac, how's it looking up north?”

“All clear high and low, Captain, Sir!”  Ant-Man replied enthusiastically.

“West is still and good to go as well,” Scarlet Witch reported.

War Machine reported that the eastern route was good, so the team began the southern sweep over uneven terrain filled with the heavy cover of demolished outbuildings.

Rico and Bucky were silently and swiftly approaching a small guard shack that had somehow remained intact, their movements completely in sync with one another.  Over the last year, they'd developed a line of communication that worked through the slightest of gestures and facial expressions, and it paid off time and time again.  Without a word, she threw up a shield in front of Bucky as he kicked in the door of the shack and the agents inside began shooting.  The bullets bounced harmlessly off of the shield and back at the gunmen, as he and Rico returned fire.

Unfortunately, the gunshots masked movement behind them.  Bucky barely had time to register Rico's scream of pain before his body was contorting in agony.  Bullets ripped through him from behind and he was staggering, turning, stumbling, falling.  He landed on his back, dazed and weak.

With her breath rattling and blood pouring from her mouth, Rico crawled over to him, grasping at his tac suit and trying to apply pressure to his exit wounds.

“Babydoll,” he croaked out, fighting for air, “you okay?”

She nodded weakly and lay her head on his chest.  “'M with you,” she slurred, eyes fluttering closed, “ 'M okay as long as- as you're... here.”  She coughed and blood flowed from her mouth onto Bucky's tac jacket.

“Hey- hey, stay awake, baby.  Stay with me.  I need you, you hear me?” He ran a shaky hand through her hair.

“I know,” she replied, her voice quivering and weak. “what... what would you do... without me?”

Bucky smiled.  “Not gonna- gonna find out.  Not this time.”

“Feels like the end of the line.”  Her voice trailed off as she interlaced her fingers with his.

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More than a month passed, and Bucky was still in the deepest stage of grief.  He'd lost weight because he barely ate, his hair overlong and greasy and his stubble had quickly grown into a full-fledged beard. He drank enough water to stay hydrated and Sam was able to force him to wash up every four or five days, thanks to Wanda's powers pushing and shoving him into the shower.  The only thing he willingly did for himself was brush his teeth, and that's because he remembered how much Rico loved his smile.

“So perfect,” she murmured, studying his face in the muted light of the accent lamp, the one shaped like an octopus with the capiz shell head he'd bought for her when she' dexclaimed over it through the antique store window.  Her fingers brushed over his jawline as she leaned on his chest.

“Perfect, huh? I did that good?” he teased, smiling fondly at her.

She snorted.  “Not that, you dork.   Though that was really nice.  I mean your smile, it makes my heart go crazy and I love it.”

Gettin' sappy, Babydoll.”

She tapped his nose with a forefinger.  “Maybe so, but I'm your sap and you'll just have to deal with it.”

“Oh, I'll deal with you, all right,” he growled and flipped her over, attacking her neck with kisses while she squealed, giggled, and shrieked for him to stop.

She never meant it, of course.  She never wanted him to stop.

Late in the morning on the thirty-fifth day after the shooting, Bucky, fresh out of the shower and pulling on a ratty pair of sweatpants, heard a knock at his door.  Shuffling over, he opened it to find Tony Stark on the other side, sunglasses in place and otherwise looking bored.

“'Morning, Elsa,” he waved with his Stark Industries Iron Man Edition prosthetic hand.  “Got something for you to look at.  Let's go.”

Bucky blinked, but had no clever retort for the nickname, and followed his visitor down the hallway barefoot while half-heartedly putting on his t-shirt.  

As they entered the elevator, Tony broke the silence.  “To the lab.”

“Huh? I didn't say anything,” Bucky's brow furrowed.

Tony nodded.  “I know.  Just putting it out there.  That's where we're going.  Lab.”

Bucky grunted.

“Still a brilliant conversationalist, I see.  Not an issue.  Here we are.”

The elevator doors opened and they stepped into the dimly lit lab, quiet except for the humming and whirring of various types of machinery. When Tony made no move to go deeper into the room, Bucky huffed, annoyed.

“Can we get on with it?  I have to-”

“No you don't,” Tony interrupted.

Bucky shoved a hand through his hair.  “Fine.  What the hell is it?”

“FRIDAY, lights up to sixty percent, please,”  Tony gestured at the super-soldier and pointed toward his favorite workspace.

As the spacious room brightened and Bucky's tired eyes adjusted, he was able to make out a familiar shape in the desk chair.  He whipped his head around to look at Tony, mouth agape.  “Is- is- is it...” he trailed off, his body unable to comprehend.

Tony rolled his eyes.  “Great.  I've broken the Manchurian Candidate.” He sighed and waved his hands at Bucky.  “Go.  Go, shoo!”

Tripping over his own feet, Bucky hurried toward the chair, stopping at the last second, stunned.  Did he dare to hope again?  Elation swept over him when Rico smiled up at him from the chair.

“Hey there, Buckybear.  I'm still with you.”  Her voice sounded tired, but she looked so damn good.  Her smile was steady and her eyes bright.  She held out her hands to him and he took them, then fell to his knees, trembling.

“Babydoll, how?”  His eyes were glossy with unshed tears and his brain couldn't process speech at the moment, he was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude.  “They- they said you wouldn't... you couldn't-” he stammered,  “You wouldn't wake up!” he shouted.

Rico slid out of the chair and held him, rocking side to side slowly.  “I tried, baby, I tried.  Fought like hell to get back to you.  Machines kept me alive when my body gave up.” she sniffled, and he realized she was crying.  

“But you're here... I don't understand.”

“Tony had a crazy idea in the middle of the night.  You know the serum healed you in a few days, and, well, turns out we have the same blood type.”

Bucky's eyes went wide as he processed this new information.

Rico wiped her eyes and sniffled.  “Yeah.  They did a transfusion and my body started fighting back faster than expected.  Got some new StarkTech in my spine, too.”

“So you're all better now?”  he asked, hope filling his heart to bursting.

She kissed his forehead and brushed his hair out of his eyes.  “No, baby.  Not by a long shot.  But I will be, thanks to you and Tony.” She explained how she would need lengthy intense physical therapy and conditioning, and how she might never be exactly as good as she was before but that wasn't going to stop her from trying.

Bucky's emotions were all over the place; he didn't know whether to laugh, cry, dance, smash things, or some combination of all of it.  Instead, he stood and helped her to her feet.  

“You know I'm with you on this, Babydoll.  Anything you need, however long you need it.  I'm here,” he vowed, kissing her hands.

“What I need is for you to be happy and healthy.  That means I need you to help out the team.  They need you and they've been hurting without us.”

Hanging his head, he let out a shuddering sigh.  “I've really let them down, huh?”

“Not at all, Frosty,” Tony broke in.  “They've had a certain multi-talented super-genius hero come out of retirement to take up the slack,” he smirked.

They shared a laugh and joked about the new, improved, actually iron-for-real-man before getting serious – and maybe a little mushy – about congratulating one another and thanking Tony for his insight and tech.  The emotional healing had begun at last.

Later, up in Rico's room, she and Bucky lay on her long-empty bed, spooning and smiling in comfortable silence, dozing and being lazy.  She traced circles on his vibranium arm and sighed happily.

“Somethin' on your mind, que Rico?”

She giggled at the pet name.  “Stop it.”

He growled playfully and nipped at her shoulder.  “Well, you are delicious.”

“You dork.  I was just thinking... we actually did it.  We made it to the end of the line, and we're still here.”  She turned to face him.

“Can't get rid of me that easily, sugar.  We're meant to be, y'know.  You're my kind of crazy.”  He kissed the tip of her nose and grinned.

“Damn straight.  You're my ride or die, Buckybear,” she pecked his lips and smiled back at him.  “And I love you so much.”

“You're my everything, Babydoll.  I'll always love you.”