#and time and time again they become more and more real and dib relents and admits to himself

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Any fic where the focus is dib growing some understanding towards zims paranoia or dib comforting zim whenever hes being paranoid?? :DDD IM GOING INSANE PLS :DDDDD

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Oooh! Prompts! Remus and Sirius moving in together please! 💛

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“YOU!”

With a start that almost makes him drop the vase in his hands, Sirius turns around to find his surly looking  boyfriend glaring daggers straight at him, lips pursed and nose wrinkled ever so fetchingly. “Me?”

“You!”

“ Is this a Muggle game of semantics or something Moons, because for the life of me I’m not following.”

Remus’s glower only deepens, radiating a distinct sort of disapproval that could only ever be  honed in by years of prefectness. “You thief!” He squawks, hands perched on his hips, and mouth twisted up mutinously.

“Is this the part where you say I stole your heart?” Sirius goads with a cocked brow, resuming their unpacking.  “Because love, that line gets old after the millionth recital, but I do appreciate the spirit.”

“Wha? Na—no that is not what I was going to say you egotistical prick!” Remus scoffs— just a bit flustered with a dusting of pink touching the tops of his sharp cheekbones. “You ate the last spring role!” He accuses emphatically, almost tripping over the over a dozen boxes that are strewn across their newly furnished living room. Sirius can’t help but be endeared by Remus and his everythingness. 

“Yes, yes I did Wise Guy,” He confirms distractedly. “I also dipped it into some spicy mustard and drank a bottle of water while I was at it… Your point being?”

“My point you utter berk is that it was mine! I called dibs!”

“I remember no such thing,” Sirius sniffs haughtily, moving to rearrange the photographs  on their mantel. (And yeah, it’s still fucking insane to him that he’s become so domestic that he’s got a mantel over the fireplace that the man he loves more than any other had insisted was absolutely crucial to have if they were to move in together—probably for really romantical love making sessions in front  of it’s flames with the bliss of  no worries of anyone barging in on them, or griping  if they were being to loud—Which by the way, James honestly  had no right in complaining about considering his track record with his and Lily’s on again, off again mating ritual.

“Liar!" Sirius honestly  wouldn’t be surprised if Remus started stomping his feet right about now, and pouting up a storm if the childishly  cross expression    on his pretty face is anything to go by. (And honestly how could one man be so adorable and sexy all at once.)  “You were finishing up the shrimp tempura— because you are a posh idiot without any tastebuds— , and I said that I’ll be right back to get some of the boxes in the spare room, and to save it for me! And then I come here, and I find this! This breach of all we’ve built together!”

Sirius barely conceals his snort. “Is that right? The foundations of our whole, entire bloody relationship? And right after this afternoon, when I made you—“

Two spots of color blotch high on Remus’s cheeks and he cuts him off before Sirius can completely recount the frankly remarkable romp they had just finished with before deciding they needed some nourishment before getting back to unpacking. “Don’t you try to change the subject you stealing stealer who steals!”

“That insult leaves something to be desired Moonbeam.”

“You’re a prick.”

“And you wound me!” Sirius mock sobs, slamming his fist against his chest and swinging back his arm against his forehead. “A plague on you, and your family! And another on your family’s cow.”

Remus’s face morphs into his painfully unimpressed expression, (Hint, it’s very, very flat). “I’ll take your intentional dodge as an admission,” He scoffs, arms crossed tight against his chest.

“I admit nothing!” Sirius shouts in an overdone accent that would better fit the set of Downton Abbey. “Nothing Lupin!”

Remus rolls his eyes at Sirius’s hyperbolic attitude, and okay. Yes. Perhaps Sirius remembers a similar conversation akin to what Remus had described  occurring only ten minutes prior. But to be quite honest, Sirius was hardly listening. Remus’s got on one of Sirius’s oversized t-shirts, a pair of boxer-briefs,  and nothing else. So yeah, he should definitely not be expected to be paying anything any mind while his beyond gorgeous boyfriend is sitting there, impossibly long legs put out for display, and one perfectly alabaster   shoulder bare where the shirt has slipped right off, effectively derailing  Sirius's thoughts to how he’d teasingly kissed across his collar bone just earlier that night, nibbling on the hinge of his jaw while Remus had been  writhing beneath him. so   Really and truly, he should’ve never been expected to remember anything— let alone something as trivial as dibs—  if his utterly perfect partner is right there for the taking, a determined dent between his brows, and intermittently rinsing his hand through his disheveled locks of hair like  spun gold, excited  over the prospect of fixing up this flat that is now their home.

Dear Merlin above   does Sirius love this bloke with every fiber of his being.

“Well,” he relents, swaggering up closer to Remus so that they’re standing only inches apart.  “Even if I did remember that such a discussion had taken place how you’ve described it—“

“It did, and you know it Black!” He harrumphs, using Sirius’s  surname just to get a rise out of him.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now love, is There?.”

Sirius’s sure that he’s won the argument and they could just move on, until he catches the glint in Remus’s impossibly luminous eyes—a glint that always means trouble, a glint that’s never failed to make each one of Sirius’s nerve endings go ablaze.

“Is that right?”

“I reckon it is Moonbeam,” he leers, is momentarily distracted by the downright angelic smile Remus casts his way right then, but suddenly, an onslaught of fingers are piercing into his ribs, wiggling and tickling him into submission.

“Say you’re sorry!” Remus demands, an effortless grin of his own swept across his lovely face, brighter than the morning sun. And yeah, maybe Sirius should just admit that it was his bad, apologize a thousand times over in the form of lingering kisses and caressing hands.… But the thing is, Sirius’s  stubbornness  has always been too rigid for his own good, and he’s always loved prodding at Remus till He just went off like the world’s most darling firecrackers.

“Never you absolute wanker!”

“I won’t relent till you profess an apology to my satisfaction,” Remus scoffs— a playful giggle lilting his overly formal words.

“And I won’t surrender!” He parries with a leer. Sirius tickles back  harder, and Remus  shimmies around so much that He ends up jabbing him in the eye,  ramming straight into his chest, and  effectively sprawling them—all long limbs and crooked angles—onto the wooden floorboards.

“Just say you’re sorry!” He insists, strangled laughter starting to gargle his words while Sirius just gazes down at him, mercilessly besotted.

“”S not my fault you didn’t take it with you Lupin, i’ve committed no grievance.”

“Oh come off it pretty boy.”

“Oy! I’m ruggedly handsome you arse!”

“Testy, testy.”

 “You’re the pretty one.”

“Oh suck my cock.”

“Been there done that.”

Remus seems to be fighting down another laugh before he knees him lightly in the abdomen enough that Sirius tenses, giving Remus the chance to  switch their positions once again, so that  He’s back  on top. 

“My have the tables turned,” He taunts with one of his most dazzling smiles, dimples in full effect, and crinkles around his pretty sea glass eyes.

“I like how you think I’m at all opposed to this position,” Sirius says with a pixilated gleam, arching back enough so that their cotton clad dicks buck up against each other.

“Perv!” Remus scolds, smacking his chest playfully. “Now admit that I won!”

“Never!”

 Somehow, amidst all the thrashing bodies and choked peals of laughter, Sirius flips him over— slight body beneath his own, with Remus’s wrists pinned over his head and his legs wrapped around Sirius’s waste.

“Now, now Monsieur Moony, I reckon that spring has rolled into winter for you,” Sirius most definitely does not laugh raucously    at his own pun.

“That’s not even the direction that the seasons go in,” Remus frowns, nose wrinkled indelicately, a tell Sirius’s picked up on whenever He’s mad over an outcome.

“You still lost though,” Sirius barbs with no real bite, pecking a quick kiss to his lips in solace.

“You’re awful, and I’m breaking up with you,” Remus sniffs in turn—wiggling underneath him to try and get loose.

“Oh, you love me really.” Sirius preens like the cat who’s caught the canary— the world’s most beautiful and brilliant and ruffled canary that is.

“Lies and slander!” Remus waggles his tongue between his teeth, and Sirius dips down to bite it teasingly. 

“Hmm, now isn’t this cute,” the pair scramble away from each other, utterly stunned once spotting Lily of all people, gaze twinkling and lips set into a firm smirk, eyeing them while leisurely lounging against the door frame. 

“You two really can’t keep yr sodding hands off of each other, can you?”

Remus completely reddens, totally flustered, while Sirius only follies back a smug sort of grin at the force of nature  that is Lily Evans, his practical sister-in-law, remus’s best friend, and all around genius.

“How long have you been watching Red dearest,” Sirius asks wryly, making it so now Lily’s the one who’s flushing..

“I hate you Black.” She says shortly, and Sirius’s beam doesn’t falter. “Re, as your spiritual older sister—“

“You’re barely a month older Lils,” Remus interjects, but Lily just goes on as if he hadn’t.

 “I think it’s my job to remind you that he’s not the only bloke in London with a decent shoulder to waste ratio and nice hair. We can snag you someone with a bit of brains even.”

Sirius tosses her a V shaped salute, and Lily sticks her tongue out in retaliation,  but for his part, Remus only tries to cut through the tension with one of his friendlier grins, though it just comes out as an awkward grimace. “I forgot that you’re dropping off the boxes tonight.”

“Evidently Ace,” she snorts, strutting further into the apartment and setting down the box of photos Remus had asked her to bring over from their old place. “Far too busy snogging with the boy who single handedly received the most detentions in Hogwarts history, while also, somehow— by the grace of God— threatened our stances as top of the class.”

“Oy Evans, can’t take all the credit for myself. Jem was my better half, till he moved on to the likes of you.”

Lily ignores him, save for the way her pretty face gets a bit scrunched out of irritation. “Ace, I ask you, what would McGonagall say if she saw her favorite prefect gallivanting around with such a delinquent.

Remus lets out one of his rare and beautiful laughs, something that feels buoyant and is really more breath than sound, but is still so vibrant and splendid and it never fails to thrust Sirius back to the Hogwarts Express, where he and Remus had first met as a couple of wide eyed eleven year olds, and all the contradicting emotions Remus had provoked upon first sight. Wonder, and confusion. Intrigue, and diffidence. Wanting, and fear. It’s an attribute of Remus's that Sirius will never not be amazed by.

“Ah, Minnie my love, how I do miss her so, now where were we Moonbeam?”

“I’m still standing here Black,” Lily reproves with a scoff.

“I think it was about here,” Sirius continues, dipping down to kiss at Remus’s protruding  collar bones.

“Settle down mutt,” Remus rebukes with no real heat, a gentle hand carding through Sirius’s hair.

“God, you two are already an old married couple.”

“You really do know the best moments to interrupt sweetheart.” Sirius snipes with a playful roll to his eyes, his hand discretely resting over the small of Remus’s back.

“And you have no decency, corrupting   Remus the way that you do.”

“Okay first, I take fucking offense, you know better than me that Moony here was the mastermind behind most of our delightful pranks.”

“You mean your childish inconveniences you plagued on the unsuspecting public?”

“And secondly, we didn’t even get to the fun, currupting   part because of your oh so lovely interruption.” Sirius retorts moodily, though he soon suspects the joke was a wrong play to make  when Lily’s smile suddenly goes predatory and sHe flips back a lock of her wind blown curls, ready to pounce. 

“Well perhaps I just stopped by to make sure you weren’t further defiling   my dear Remus. But I guess that giant love bite on your neck proves that I’m too late.”

Sirius can’t help the chuckle that pours out of his lips at her needled observation, smacking a hand to conceal the hickey sHe’s taunting him about, knowing exactly where it is, it’s been a topic of teasing all morning long from a smug Sirius to a properly indignant Remus.

“He-he just marks easily,” Remus pipes out, cheeks completely infused red and worrying on his bottom lip. Sirius suspects that Lily just knew that the one chink in his armor is prodding at Remus’s less than poised acts. 

Lily rolls her eyes in a way that convinces Sirius that sHe doesn’t believe it for a second. “Whatever you say oh Saint Remus,” sHe smirks with no more argument. “but pray tell, are you guys about done swapping spit around me? Or is that going to forever be a regular occurrence in the Remus and Sirius show?”

“Now I’d reckon that’ll get a sold out crowd every night, don’t you?” Sirius asks, directing his question at the pair of  of them while taking Remus’s hand, and pushing him even closer— just always preferring to have some sort of contact with him.

“Oh put a sock in it,” Remus harrumphs, finally starting to return to his normal coloring in the midst of Lily’s unrestrained cackles.

“Aw, don’t be shy love, it’s only the truth.”

Remus presses the pads of his fingers to Sirius’s lips and glares at him for good measure, “Some things are better left for private.”

“Hah,” Lily scoffs, weight slung to her left hip. “As if I don’t get a front row seat every time  you two are within even in a ten foot radius of each other—OH hey, I know that look Ace! The one eyed squint, and the teeth. Well your “I’m about to kill my gorgeous best friend,” look has no place here, i’ll see my way out now. Just promise not to christen every room in this place, kay? We’d all like to visit without the residual specs haunting us! And I know how moody you get without your daily dose of my scintillating company.”

Sirius thinks that Remus’s trying to skewer a whole in the spot where Lily was just standing, if the terribly cross look on his face says anything. It’s precious, Sirius can’t help but snicker.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake! You’re s’pose to be on my side!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you Moons,” he kisses the fingers Remus has still got on his mouth, mock consolatory.  “Just incredibly turned on.”

That dent between Remus’s brows is back again for a moment, but then his beauteous features smoothen out and He just pecks a quick kiss to Sirius’s lips before rifling through the box Lily brought over, muttering a light,”Whatever,” as He does so.

There’s a quick wrapping to the window, and Sirius glances over to find his owl— Odysseus— with a bundle of letters attached to his left leg. By rote, Sirius feeds him some of the pellets they keep  there for convenience, and unwinds the bundle of parchments, beginning to shuffle through them.

There’s a copy of the Nightly prophet with the murder of another Muggle family splattered all over the front cover in a sickeningly gauche manner, a free trial subscription to the Quibbler with a reading for Scorpios in the month of October, a letter from Peter about his mum and sisters driving him up the rails, an invitation from Marlene for he and Remus to come out to dinner with them for Dorcas’s Birthday, and a ominous letter from James of all paper that simply says a gift for Moony.

Bewildered to why he hadn’t just sent it along with Lily, Sirius tares off the attached photograph only to find something truly, horrendously vile. a photograph of himself. One that was definitely taken fifth year— Sirius’s worst year where he absolutely could not stand being around his family for a moment longer, and James was getting more settled with his studies, an Remus was dating that prefect prick from Ravenclaw and was exceedingly elusive from Marauders nights out.  This was so obviously taken on one of those aforementioned nights out that it’s comical.  Sirius’s hair is as long as it’s ever been— touching the tops of his shoulders— and he’s chugging down a fruity, pink concoction— the type  that Rosmerta was always cooking up for them— hand over fist, and he’s got on puppy ears and a fake nose. In layman’s terms he looks like a complete and total pillock. Drunk off his ass so much so that you can see the stars in his eyes even through the clunky glasses he had stolen from James— convinced that he was sporting them for purely esthetic reasons and not because the knob is actually as blind as a bloody bat— and his finger is pointed and mouth is open in the way it always is when he’s ranting about something or the other.

It’s perhaps the only photograph in history where Sirius isn’t looking his typical, jaw dropping gorgeous self.

There’s about a thousand different retorts he wants to scribble on a spare parchment and  shoot right back to James— ranging from nasty to downright despicable— but then he catches the familiar peal of laughter coming from behind him. He’s not surprised when he sees Remus—beautiful, ingenuous, perfect Remus who’s physically incapable of taking a photograph less than effortlessly lovely, even while pissed— peering over his shoulder in utter amusement.

“Oh My God I need to ask James to send me one of the hundreds of copies he surely has.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sirius retorts darkly.

“I’ll use an enlarging charm and hang it up above the mantel, for prosperity. The one time Sirius looks the way he acts,” he moves his hand over an invisible marquee and looks so damn smug that Sirius could kiss him, and in fact, that’s exactly what he does.

“I hate him,” is all he says afterwards, once he’s pulled away.

“I can’t believe that’s you!” Remus continues with eyes full of mirth.

“I want to banish him, no. No I want to banish all of them. All of our friends, we can make knew ones Moons. I mean look at us! We’re a catch!” He tosses the letters onto the newly acquired sofa as if they have personally affronted  him and all he stands for.

“ Oh brilliant idea love.”

“That sounds like your sarcastic voice Moons.”

“No, you’ve got my full support. this’s our castle Pads, we can banish whom ever we like,” Remus balances on his tiptoes,  and smacks an exasperated kiss onto his cheek. Sirius can barely contain the glee that’s dancing in his eyes at the thought of this being their own personal castle— a fortress just for the pair of them to escape within—  causing another swell of fondness to pound in his chest.

“Well maybe we can give’m another chance,” he relents, melting into how Remus’s locked his arms around his neck, and is smiling up at him with all the love in the world shining unadulteratedly in his lovely eyes. “I mean they did help us move all those boxes and all.”

Remus hums his agreement while he presses his forehead against his own, endlessly endeared.

“What a generous king,” He goads, words hugged with fondness. 

“Ooo, I like that, call me that in bed and I might bless you with my royal sector.”

Remus thumps his nose, “Your more tolerable when you don’t speak and just stand there being pretty.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty Moonykins?”

Remus shakes his head ruefully, the smile on his face one that Sirius knows well— one that means he’s reluctantly endeared. “Dork.”

“Plonker.”

There lips meet for another kiss and it feels like all the resplendence in the galaxy being distilled between just the two of them.

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Never Be Satisfied...

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Based off of the song Satisfied from the amazingly intelligent Hamilton Broadway Musical.

Warnings: Slight language. Angst. 

Words: 2.3k

A/N: Hi. A month ago I was lucky enough to see Hamilton. The song Satisfied had quickly become a favorite and this idea was born. The emotion and self-sacrifice in this song really got to me. This also has elements from Helpless (this is my first song inspired fic and real shot at some angst.)

Nightfall brings the end to a joyous ceremony. It had been a long day, your feet sore from the heels you had to wear, glad the wedding is over for you to finally take them off. It’s been an hour since you’ve gone to bed, staring up at the ceiling fan in the room as you lay there suddenly makes you feel lonely. The room is dark, silent, despite the warm body sleeping next to you. You frown, reminiscing about the wedding that took place just hours before, and the speech you had to emotionally make your way through. You had paused, and although it looked as if you had to collect yourself, overwhelmed with happiness, it was for a different reason. Your mind had flashback to the first time you met your sister’s new husband.

One Year Ago:

The atmosphere of the party around you is light, friendly chit-chat makes a casual background noise while you try to focus on the conversation happening in front of you. Your date is rather obnoxious, a little loud with his overdramatized reenactment of the last intel mission he was a part of. It’s all well, the story, but it doesn’t change the notion that you are absolutely bored out of your mind.

He’d barely paid attention to you the whole night, didn’t even offer you a drink or introduce you to the people in his department he’s talking to. Clearly forgotten by the four men surrounding you, your eyes begin to flit across the room, wondering if you snuck into the kitchen and read the stove manual if it’d be more entertaining.

You catch a glimpse of your sister, but her attention is elsewhere, captivated by something or someone you can’t see. You sigh under your breath, twirling the melting ice in your whiskey glass. Time to freshen up your drink and maybe stay put at the bar. Here you thought Avenger parties were supposed to be fun.

You excuse yourself, falling upon death ears, and slip away from your date and his coworkers. Someone inconveniently steps in front of you, so you side step them, turning halfway to get by. It proves futile, avoiding other people, because you bump right into a solid body. The empty glass nearly tumbles out of your hand before you regain your grip.

“Sorry,” You wince, meeting the person’s gaze.

“Hi.”

Your breath halts in your lungs as you stare into eyes so blue they would put oceans to shame. For a few beats, you temporarily forget where you are, hell, you even forget what your dang name is. The coy smile spreading across the full lips of the person brings everything up to speed. Right. Avengers party.

“Your drink is empty,” The man says, although he doesn’t take his eyes off yours.

You nod, feeling like you’ve fallen into a trance. Loud, unabashed laughter from somewhere in the room snaps you back to reality.

“Hi,” You respond belatedly, if a little breathless. “Excuse me.” You slip past him.

You breathe easier once you reach the bar, leaning against the counter top, sliding you empty glass across the surface. The bartender is busy making another drink, so you wait patiently. A figure catches the corner of your eye as they step up to the bar on your right.

“Hmmm,” The man hums, “You don’t seem very satisfied.”

The familiar voice and words are clearly directed to you. The borderline rudeness of the statement makes you turn your body to face the man you bumped into three seconds ago. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” You question, affronted.

The man chuckles under his breath, copying your move and leaning his arm on the counter. His eyes sparkle with a knowledge you haven’t figured out yet. As if he has you pinned from the moment he saw you.

“You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied,” He repeats, voice dropping an octave.

You bristle. “I’m not sure what you mean. Did you forget your manners?”

“We’re the same, you and I.”

“Is that right?”

Finally, the bartender comes over, taking your empty glass and your order. You’re grateful for the distraction. The flare of irritation, yet utter intrigue of this man, calms down in your chest; it’s not like you haven’t seen him around before. Once the bartender starts making your drink, you turn your attention back to him.

“You’re a woman who’s never been satisfied?” You quip, taking joy out of his little jaw tick.

“I’ve never been truly satisfied either,” He smirks, his eyes never leaving yours.

“That seems like a personal problem.”

“Unless I’m mistaken and that look of utter boredom was just the trick of the light.”

You grab your new drink, taking a small sip, gauging his expression. There’s no malicious intent in those blue fibers, just a genuine observation. God, he’s handsome, too, and he fully knows it. Finally, you hold out your hand. “M’names Y/N L/N.”

His smirk morphs into a friendly grin as he takes your hand in his own, calloused one. Warm shivers travel up your arm and down your spine, igniting spark you never believed was possible. You’re struck with the notion to take him and this conversation far away from this place. Away from the dull chatter and the egotistical personality of you’re supposed date.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” He introduces, as if you don’t already know exactly who he is. “But I’d rather you call me, Bucky.”

“You’ve been watching me this entire time?”

“Well, when you see a pretty dame like yourself looking as if she’d rather eat her shoe than listen to her date utter one more sentence…it’s noticeable.”

You can’t help the startled laughter emitting from your mouth. You lift your glass to your lips to muffle the sound, but Bucky’s eyes lit up regardless.

“You don’t look too entertained yourself, Sergeant Barnes,” You point out casually.

“Much better now that I came over here,” He counters with a wink.

Oh, he is a flirt, this one. You know it, you’ve heard he was way back in the day, but at the same time, you know he isn’t just playing you. He seems just as interested in you as you are in him. It’s why you are still standing next to him, matching his wit word for word. You lick the lingering drop of whiskey from your lips, his eyes following the movement of your tongue.

“Parties aren’t your thing?” You question lightly, shifting just a tad closer.

He leans forward, his knuckles grazing yours on the counter. “Not really, but I figured I’d chance disturbing my usual life routine for this evening. I’m glad I did.”

“I second that,” You agree, lifting your glass in a small toast.

Bucky eye’s gleam off the reflection of the glass as he lightly taps his against your own. You both take a sip, your eyes slipping from his to glance around the room. Your date hasn’t noticed your absence at all, still talking with a flare of arrogance.

“So, what’s your date reenacting over there?”

Bucky’s words fade from your ears as you catch sight of your sister across the room. That dreamy look on her face from minutes earlier is solved when you look back at Bucky, then to her face again. It clicks in your brain. You’ve never seen your sister look so…so…helplessly enamored. She’s never been one for jumping from guy to guy, hell, she’s never been one to really grab the spotlight and introduce herself to someone she’s interested in.

And she is interested in Bucky Barnes. The man standing next to you. The man who boldly called you out. The man who has been flirting with you, and you him for the past two, three, possibly five minutes. The man you felt an instant connection with, the one you’re already falling for. Your heart sinks a little in your chest.

Your sister’s eyes meet yours, almost begging you, as if she’s nervous that you already metaphorically called dibs.

This one’s mine. She mouths helplessly at you, the worry in her eyes evident. You swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You abruptly set your drink down, a little harder than necessary on the counter and give your attention back to him. You smile brightly, straightening up to grab his arm, taking the glass out of his left hand. He nearly stumbles when you pull him forward.

“Come with me,” You demand excitedly.

He shoots you a confused look. “Where are you taking me?”

“You wanted to mix up your routine, right? Well, I’m about to change your life.”

You ignore the way his eyes linger on your face. Ignore the bemusement and the slight disappointment. Then he smiles, and it breaks your heart.

“Then by all means, lead the way,” He relents.

You continue to tug him along, your fingers gripping the sleeve of his gray shirt. The opposite side of the room isn’t a great distance, and once your sister realizes you are heading her way she perks up, subtly fixing her hair over her shoulder. There’s no mistaking the shy little smile or the hopeful look in her eyes when you and Bucky finally stop in front of her.

She confidently holds her hand out immediately. “Liza L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.”

“L/N?” Bucky questions, looking between the two of you.

“My sister,” You nod, your hand slipping from his arm.

Bucky gently takes hold of your sister’s hand. “I’m glad to meet you, Liza.”

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Your sister gushes. “Thank you for all that you do. You’re a true hero, Bucky.”

The soft look melting in Bucky’s eyes makes you take a step back. You figure your sister’s words mean a lot to someone who was a former, controlled assassin. Their focus now only seems to be on each other, as if everything else is fading around them. You take this time to make your escape.

“I’ll leave you to it,” You gracefully step away, ignoring the sharp clenching in your stomach.

Your sister’s eyes fleetingly meet yours before she smiles back at the man in front of her. You spin on your heels, glancing over you shoulder just for one last look at the handsome man who had already caught your heart. Bucky made your sister laugh about something, but his blue eyes catch yours. You snap your head back, breaking the eye contact.

Once again, you promptly smack into a solid body. “Sam!”

Sam Wilson steadies you with a knowing expression on his face. “What did you just do?”

Puzzled, you ask, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Did you just…” He narrows his gaze at you, then suddenly he’s pulling you back to the bar. “Did you just sacrifice yourself for your sister?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, picking the drink you left on the counter back up. “Please. I just introduced them.”

“You and Barnes were just canoodling two seconds ago.”

“We were not canoodling.”

“He only had eyes for you, sister,” Sam tells you, crossing his arms. “You were already smitten with him, and he looked like he wanted to sweep you off your feet.”

“Sam, please,” You beg. “It’s nothing. It’s fine.”

He shakes his head with a defeated sigh. “You always put your sister first.”

You frown, as if he just insulted you. “Look at her, Sam. Have you ever seen her so helpless like that? I know my own sister, and you will never find anyone more trusting or kind. She deserves happiness and if it comes to it, yes. I will choose her happiness over mine. Every single time.”

Sam purses his lips, glancing across the room. He’s silent for five long seconds before he meets your eyes. “And are you satisfied with that?”

“Yes. I am.” You tell him sternly. You grab your drink. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a date to get back to.”

You leave him without another word, weaving your way back through the small crowd. As you make your way, you ignore the churning in the pit of your stomach, the burn in your nose and the ache in your heart. You are a SHEILD Agent and have been working hard to climb the ranks without any compromises. If you were to get involved with an Avenger, well, the gossip can be insidious in New York City. Especially around the compound.

You finally reach your date, the man you’ve been seeing for the past three weeks, grabbing his arm. You whisper some lustful things in his ear, words you don’t want anyone else to overhear. When he gives you a sly look, you smirk, nodding your head. He excuses himself, taking your drink to place on the table, then he’s leading you out of the room and away from the party.

You can’t help yourself, looking over your shoulder for your sister one last time. You spot her, standing intimately close with Bucky, their shoulders pressed together, matching smiles on their mouths. Then, as if he can feel your stare, he looks up. Those intelligent, blue eyes of his sear into your gaze, sending your heart into a burning desire for him to continue to look at you like that. You break from his eyes, spotting Sam also looking at you, with an air of sadness, or pity. You grind your teeth, snapping your head forward.

Present:

As you lay naked under the sheets of your bed, next to the new guy you’ve been seeing, you roll over facing the window. The lights of New York City don’t compare to the light you saw in Bucky’s eyes when he first spoke to you. Fantasizing about those eyes of his staring at you if he were in this bed doesn’t do anything to ease the ache in your chest. Bucky married your dear sister, Liza. At least you can keep his eyes in your life. You squeeze your eyes shut, exhaling shakily, pushing the pain for the past year away.

Nice going, Y/N. He was right. You will never be satisfied.

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Musical Touken Ranbu ~Three-Hundred Year Old Lullaby~ Summary & Review

Summary of the whole play under the cut (with spoilers).

Note: History knowledge is limited for this time period (Sengoku Period) so I may have gotten some parts wrong. Also, speech pattern was somewhat difficult to understand but I did my best.

One important thing to keep in mind for this musical: while the first two musicals were all about preventing history from altering, this musical deals with reconstructing history (as the Japanese called it, ‘rebuilding broken history’).

Sengo Muramasa gets first dibs on the singing upon his arrival at the Honmaru.

Musical is based the memoirs of Ishikirimaru, as seen by him.

Nikkari Aoe and Ookurikara got sent on an expedition to Okazaki Castle in Mikawa [present-day part of Aichi Prefecture] (December 1592)

History Retrograde Army attacks the Matsudaira Army; a dying Matsudaira Hirotada entrusts an infant (Tokugawa Ieyasu) to Nikkari Aoe and Ookurikara.

Sword Boys become vassals/retainers of Tokugawa Ieyasu to fix history; this happened because the whole Matsudaira clan and its retainers got wiped out when the History Retrograde Army attacked them.

Original Tokugawa retainers and the Sword Boys’ counterparts:

Hattori Hanzou → Ishikirimaru Torii Mototada  → Monoyoshi Sadamune Honda Tadakatsu  → Tonbokiri Sakai Tadatsugu   → Nikkari Aoe Sakakibara Yasumasa  → Ookurikara Ii Naomasa  → Sengo Muramasa

As retainers of Takechiyo, four of them were involved with the child rearing; Ookurikara and Sengo Muramasa wanted nothing to do with him.

Monoyoshi serves as Ieyasu’s adviser during battles, as he knew how events would play out.

Tokugawa Ieyasu had a son, whom the “retainers” also took care of; he grows up to be Matsudaira Nobuyasu.

Ookurikara thinks that they shouldn’t be wasting time taking care of children; they should be fighting fighting. Ishikirimaru challenges him to a duel and taunts him that the way he attacks lacks the killing intent in it; when Ieyasu comes in, Ishikirimaru introduces Ookurikara as ‘Sakakibara Yasumasa’. Ieyasu is delighted because Yasumasa’s family served the Matsudaira and asks Ookurikara for his support. Ookurikara obliges.

At one point in history, Ookurikara encounters a farmer named Gohei, who was being bullied by other samurai for trying to be one of them. Ookurikara saves him, gets followed back, and is asked/begged by Gohei to teach him how to use a katana. Ookurikara refuses, but relents when it’s Nobuyasu who asks him.

During Gohei’s training session with Ookurikara, Nobuyasu, along with Ishikirimaru, asks Gohei for a favor: Nobuyasu wants to learn how to farm/grow flowers; Gohei agrees, but asks Nobuyasu for a favor too. He wants to learn how to read and write so that he could be of use to Nobuyasu. Nobuyasu agrees.

Years pass, and Ieyasu introduces a new retainer to everyone: Ii Naomasa (Sengo Muramasa).

At the Battle of Narashino, Gohei gets killed by the History Retrograde Army while protecting Nobuyasu; Ookurikara gets very confused over his death, as it made him feel emotions for the first time. He also thinks that having a mortal body is a hindrance when it comes to fighting.

Ishikirimaru visits Gohei’s grave, and duels with Ookurikara again; Ishikirimaru comments that Ookurikara’s strikes have more killing intent in them.

Ookurikara mourns for Gohei, remarking that it is not yet time for him to lay a flower at his grave because he still has something to do.

Time passes by, and Ishikirimaru reminds everyone that the day of Nobuyasu’s death by seppuku has arrived; at this, everyone starts wondering the reason why Nobuyasu had to commit seppuku. Even Monoyoshi doesn’t know the real reason, despite staying by Ieyasu’s side.

Ishikirimaru reminds them that Nobuyasu needs to be killed to protect history.

Nobuyasu gets into an argument with Ieyasu, as he doesn’t want to succeed his father.He also wonders how many people have to die in order to attain peace, and asks why Gohei had to die. Ieyasu reminds him that he is the heir, and that he has no other choice but to follow his footsteps.

Ishikirimaru finds Nobuyasu, who begs him to kill him in order to shake up the clan. As the five watch on, Ishikirimaru hesitates in killing him, and the Kebiishi makes an appearance.

All six of them are helpless against the sole Kebiishi, and Nobuyasu ends up sacrificing himself.

Timeskip to Ieyasu’s final hours; Ieyasu regrets what he did to his son.

A man wearing a straw hat makes an appearance; Nobuyasu actually lived and took Gohei’s name; Matsudaira Nobuyasu has been “dead” for some time ever since he changed his name to Gohei.

Ieyasu passes away, finally at peace with himself.

Highlights:

Sengo Muramasa’s introduction song

“SHALL WE GET NAKED?!”

Sengo makes reeeeeally inappropriate advances towards Tonbokiri

Tonbokiri, as Honda Tadakatsu, feels pressured to live up to his former master’s name

Sengo referring to Ieyasu as a ‘tanuki’ and a ‘plain guy’. Monoyoshi had to point out to him that in the end, Ieyasu became the person who unifies Japan.

Tonbokiri as the dad (a very, very dedicated dad at that)

Nikkari Aoe making a baby carriage for baby Ieyasu

Tonbokiri lifting child!Nobuyasu and child!Nobuyasu sitting on Tonbokiri’s bicep the whole time.

Tonbokiri breaking out into a song, startling Sengo (I laughed so hard over this)

Sengo breaking the fourth wall

Sengo’s gestures, along with the thigh flashing (Yes, we get it, your right thigh is flawless and meaty)

The lullaby itself (for Monoyoshi to still remember the lullaby so that he can teach it to Ieyasu and Nobuyasu was just amazing)

Ookurikara had to be told that his “mission” is to get the fangirls to like him, as he has no interest in anything other than fighting.

Ishikirimaru and Monoyoshi’s duet

Tonbokiri’s solo (which sounded like a love song + best utilization of his bilingualism, as he had to sing a lot of lines in English as well)

The song after Spi’s solo where they went to the audience area to interact with the audience while singing; I was seated on the left side facing the stage, and Nikkari Aoe came out from my side.

Tonbokiri x Sengo Muramasa fanservice; made me scream, in all honesty.

Taiko drum solo

Personal thoughts:

I’m glad they stirred things up with the third musical, as it shifted from ‘protect history from alternating’ to ‘reconstruct history’.

I think Sengo had way too much stage time when he’s practically the dude who doesn’t want anything to do with any of the historical figures involved.

The songs were amazing, as always.

Their version of the official theme song had my heart racing; maybe because third time’s a charm.

No betrayals this time around (FINALLY)

Everyone actually had a role to play in this musical, compared to Hachisuka going all ?????? around 80% of the play while Kiyomitsu couldn’t get along with the Sanjou.

No ‘Otoko Michi’ :( I was looking forward to it, in all honesty.

This is probably the heaviest TouMyu storyline to date for me; anything family-themed always gets to me.

There may have been parts that I misinterpreted/overlooked; I will try to secure tickets for the live viewing this April 23rd and make a separate post to cover what I missed.

Till next time!