#idk if I’ve formally introduced all these bugs……

[hana-bobo-finch]

THE FIRST SIDE OF THE PUMPKIN DADDY’S BOOK CASE IS DONE 🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥

[unloved-cadillac]

Can I request some headcanons of levi's s/o being a shy mute please?

C/n: idk why but I love these types of content. There’s something insanely sweet about it. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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HCs on Levi with a Shy, Mute s/o.

Levi was in the cleaning aisle of the local store when he bumped into you.

You were holding a mop and dropped a dustbin when he did.

“Shit. Sorry bout that.” He says as he picks up the bin. You smile and sign “thank you”. He furrows his eyebrows. Not in annoyance. It’s because he didn’t understand.

He looks at you as your eyes widened when he looked so angry. You turned away to not embarrass yourself when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You see Levi frantically typing on his phone and then shows you the message.

“Sorry. I don’t understand sign. My mistake. I always look like this.” You smile and type back. He reads it. “I can hear you. I’m mute :)”

Levi nods his head. “I’m Levi.” He introduces himself and you type. “I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Levi.” You smile. Levi smirks. “Same here. I see you got a mop. Shitty brand though. Come with me and I’ll get you the good stuff.” He says and sees your shoulders shiver. You were laughing. How cute.

From that day, Levi decided to see more and more of you. You were quite shy but he started to like you very quickly. You weren’t hard to love, to be honest. You were..warm to him. Like the sun.

Levi learnt sign. Not for him but for you. He didn’t like you typing all the time when you could just sign. So when you signed by a mistake he nodded. “Yeah. I’ll have that too.”

Your mouth opened in shock and he smirked. “You understood?” You signed and he nodded. “I’ve been taking lessons. Not as hard as it seems.” That made you smile with a bright blush.

Finally after weeks, Levi formally asked you out. Of course, you signed yes and that was one of the best days Levi ever had.

As much as Levi didn’t want to, Hange and Erwin were pestering him about his new girl and bugged him to let you meet them. That’s how he ended up sitting in a booth with you and Erwin and Hange across you.

“Oh, Y/n. You’re so much prettier in person, ya know that?!” Hange exclaims and you smile and hide your face in Levi’s arm. Levi wrapped it around your waist as you blushed. “She’s so shy, oh my gosh!” Hange laughs and Erwin rolls his eyes at his wife. “Y/n, Levi tells us that you’re a writer. How is that going?” Erwin asks and you look at Levi.

He nods. “Sign. I’ll translate.” You smile and begin. The whole night was super fun. They never made you feel left out or treated you different.

Levi knew how shy you were but it never stopped him from flustering you. “Baby, you look so beautiful tonight, you know that?” He whispers in your ear and you widen your eyes. You avert his gaze, feeling your face heat up. “What’s wrong, princess? Cat got your fingers?”

That joke made you laugh. No sound came out but the vibe was there. To stop you, Levi just kissed you. It was so soft and sweet. Exactly what you pictured it to be.

Since Levi was around his friends, he signed such naughty things to you. You covered his hands and shook your head while he just smiled at your flustered state.

He loved you. He really did. No matter what.

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🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[queenofallimagines]

Hi!! So I’m not used to making requests so this is weird but I remembered that you watch demon slayer??👀 could I request tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, and nezoku, reactions to a black demon slayer? (Bonus points if the guys develop a crush) I’d really appreciate it🥰

Okay I’ve seen like three episodes and I’m hooked I love tanjiro so much he’s absolutely adorable!!

The animation style is beautiful and the maga is so well developed I adore this series so much🥺💕💕

Tanjiro:

- so I’ve just started reading the manga and Anime and I love him

- He’s so precious

- He would be in awe tbh

- You’re so pretty and he’s never seen someone like you(has any anime character tbh?)

- He will gleefully introduce himself to you

- If you’re all cold and calm he will try to be as formal as possible

- If you’re a ball of sunshine like him he will be less formal

- You probably kicked a demons ass and he was shook

- “Woah who is that??”

- Will talk about you to nezoku

- “They looked so cute in their uniform!!”

- If she likes you that’s a major key

- You braid her hair and pay her head and she approves

- He’s gunna be super shy around you

- Compliments you

- “You.... fight good.”

- He’s never flirted before at all

- He will just silently gush over you

- You notice tho

- You gotta make the first move

- Like idk spar with him pin him and ask him out

- Before he can think he will say yes

- He’s a good boy

- “I’ll have her home by 7pm sharp sir”

- Looking ass lmao

- But all jokes aside he’s the best boyfriend material

- Cheek kisses daily

Nezuko:

- you’re pretty is her first thought

- If your friends with her brother she will be more inclined to approach you

- Best friends!!!

- You guys are adorable

- You brushing g her hair and her patting your head

- You let her rest in your lap

- She’s glad your not scared when she goes all badass demon form

- “You’re so cool!! Super strong!!”

- She will feel giddy when you praise her

- She’s only really been close with her brother so she’s glad to have another friend

- Tanjiro will think you guys are adorable z

- Literally the🥺🥺🥺 emoji

- Hugs

- Lots of em

- Carry her around

- She likes to piggyback off of you

- Okay but we can all agree

- She has some killer nails

- Like acrylic nails

- Paint them and she will run to show her brother

- She’s happy you’re a good friend

- Precious gal

Inosuke:

- ard

- This geimlin makes me happy lmao

- He’s so dumb

- Stupid ass

- When he sees you he brides it off

- Probably insults you

- You kick his ass

- Like you gotta

- He’s starry eyes

- He calls you his underling

- Despite the fact that you could kick his ass any day

- Likes the way your haori looks with your skin tone

- Will find any reason to touch you

- Aggressive head pats

- Linking arms

- Arm around your neck

- He likes being close to you

- If you’re just as feral as he is

- Bash bro’s

- “Fuck yeah!”

- Like y’all are a mess

- Tanjiro is exhausted

- Always trying to one up each other

- You always win tho

- If your normal lmao

- You calm him down

- He will relax if you ask

- Will be a cocky little shit about it

- “Fine, but only because you’d cry otherwise.”

- Like,,, ard clown

- Put that mask back on

- Will kiss you with it on

- Like snoot boops

Zenitsu:

- idk man he reminds me of choromatsu

- Like he will swoon over you

- “So cuute!”

- Will always flirt

- It’s annoying lowkey

- Will be behind you at all times

- “Protect me s/o!!”

- Like he will on rare occasions stop being a bitch and step up

- But like only to bugs

- “I killed the bug for you! No need to fear!”

- Ard sir

- Anyway

- He is Lowkey cute

- Romantic

- Hand kisses

- Will always try to impress you

- Winking

- Hand holding

- But he’s blushing super hard

- Will kiss your cheek and cry about it all day

- “Waaaa they were so cute!”

- “How do you know you kissed and ran?”

- He will be completely enamored with you

[unluckyxse7en-moving]

Can I ask a question? I have been wondering stuff about myself and in the panel where it says "before 'me' disappeared." it stuck out to me. I've never had a good grip on who I am and figured I had to build it. Idk hat that is. Nor do I expect you to answer that. My question is, could you explain it more?

Yes, absolutely, you’re totally welcome to ask! and idk how well I can explain it but I’ll do my best based on my current personal understanding and experience! obligatory disclaimer, many systems have unique experiences and it’s not always consistent or cut and dry from system to system, but if something about this does hit home I encourage you to look into researching it more as you feel comfortable! Also a heads up, I’m going to probably overexplain terms and concepts since I’m not sure what you do know, plus if someone else reading this isn’t familiar I figure that may help them too, so bear with me! ^^ (this got incredibly long and incredibly personal, I hope that’s ok! We’ve found hearing about personal experiences from others always helped give us a way to compare our experience better in ways that medical definitions don’t help with, so we got detailed in hopes it’ll be helpful to someone. heads up, there’s some references to feelings of unreality.)

Gonna try to put this under a cut since it got so long, let’s hope tumblr cooperates!

So admittedly, I was intrigued when you sent this line in, because while I’ve reread this comic a couple times before posting it, I didn’t remember writing a line exactly like that. As it turns out, the writing was meant to say “when ‘He’ disappeared” but it’s really oddly unclear whether it’s an H or an M at first glance compared to the rest of the script? If I’m honest I actually prefer your interpretation better, especially because the ambiguity lends more to the comic’s meaning in retrospect. I’m not gonna say something like ‘oh one of my alters must’ve done that on purpose’ because back then our handwriting was just an inconsistent mess in general and the most involvement we could probably credit to the alters was just one person tried to write that H in their handwriting when someone else was supposed to be writing it. But I thought that was an interesting case of serendipity so I couldn’t help pointing it out lmao 

 That said, I think your reading actually makes just as much sense in the context of the comic, and is a phenomenon I think I can readily explain that I have had a little experience with. Currently, my system setup is a little bit like an archeological dig. The alters that have surfaced the most, who have been the ones in charge of actions/words/emotional responses/etc, aka ‘fronted’, are all the ones who have formed in more recent years. The ones from years past are further back, and harder to access because we’ve developed a protective setup where the newer alters act as barricades to keep the older ones from being more exposed to trauma, or anything else they can’t handle. At its core, that’s what the function of a system is - to develop other alters who can handle situations more vulnerable parts can’t - but not all systems are built with an onion-layer setup like mine either, so just keep that in mind.

That said, since I’m built with an onion-layer setup, that means most of my system experience is based upon those older alters being shielded and walled up. When you add enough layers, we can’t dig them out again and for us that’s where most of our ‘disappearance’ comes in that we know of.  There’s another phenomenon that could cause the ‘disappearance’ effect but we’ll touch on that in a moment. In our case, we just eventually feel so distanced from who “I” was supposed to be, whoever that is. Very few of the ones who have been out in recent months are from older times. We’ve had a small handful who are from our high school years (we’re 25 now), and maybe caught a glimpse of alters older than that once or twice. We very rarely remember much of the time from that far back, and what we do remember feels incredibly detached. Almost more like we saw it in a first person pov movie rather than actually been there. We’ve gone through name changes a couple times by now, and I highly suspect that those name changes are further reflective of our archeological layers and who we decided to try to model our collective behavior around, to try to seem like one whole person. 

“Erika” was a girl who behaved one way. “Erin” was someone who behaved another way. and “Cleo” has been our current blueprint for who we’re supposed to be on the outside when being incognito. And what’s interesting is that you mentioned feeling like you had to ‘build’ yourself, because while it’s not so precise or in our control, we’ve approached it much the same way. For each name change it was like different models. out with the old model and in with the new, now introducing Cleo v2.0, with these personality patches and old bugs fixed. Around the time we changed to Erin, we had firmly decided we wanted to put our ‘old self’ behind us and improve ourselves. We had come out of toxic experiences eyes open, and we were terrified of reflecting that internalized toxicity outward. So we took ourselves to the metaphorical workshop, and spent many many years scrutinizing who ‘Erika’ was under a microscope for our faults, our flaws, what made us work that way, so that we could iron out the kinks when introducing ‘Erin’. As we took ‘Erin’ for test runs in college, we would find different flaws and faults that needed fixing, so once we’d accumulated a comprehensive list of those we took Erin in for workshopping and shortly after we dropped out of college, out came Cleo. Our entire life experience from the outside has been a long-running fixer-upper project, and for a while we were proud of ourselves to see the long strides in improvements we’d made upon “myself”, for being so quick to see our flaws and find ways to manage them. 

But what was really happening under the hood was, we weren’t actually changing as an individual, cohesive person.  We were adapting and forming new alters, or at the very least reassigning them based on who handled what better - so if we had become sick of our short temper, we swapped that alter out so that what normally caused them to respond, would instead elicit someone less volatile and slower to anger. If one of us froze up at the sight of blood, they would be swapped out of the front for someone who had no problems with it. This is why we ended up onion-layering ultimately, to lower the risk of the other alters being in front at poorly timed moments.

So tl;dr for us, a lot of our ‘Disappearance’ of our selves was us trading them out or hiding them away, and most likely encouraging a state of alter dormancy - when alters become inactive for long periods of time. (for some of us we describe it like sleeping - I think it tires us out on a physical level if one alter is active too long, it probably works certain parts of the brain more depending on the alter, but that’s all speculation.)

Backtracking a little - there is another experience that would cause a more definite and permanent ‘Disappearance’ effect. We haven’t experienced it since coming out as a system to ourselves. But we’re pretty sure we experienced it once, or twice, way back when. It’s formally known as Fusion. Fusion is what happens when two or more alters end up “physically” (for lack of a better word) merging together. They cannot separate, and they become an entirely different alter. The new alter often has some elements of their components in terms of personality traits and memories, but also isn’t a complete merging of everything. Memories and emotional attachments can often get lost in the process. This is where the other Disappearance can occur.

We know it happened to us at least once. Somewhere around middle or high school, for no apparent reason, we had developed an acute awareness and fear of Amnesia, and the identity death that would inevitably come with it. We were always scared, what if we hit our head and lost our memory? What would we remember, if anything? Would we get it back? Media always dramatizes amnesia, where amnesiac characters have some twinge, some spark, where they get drawn to things super important to them from before the memory loss. Would that happen to us? What if it didn’t? What if we never remembered the things that mattered so dearly to us? Would we even be the same person anymore?

If you compare that to the concept of fusion, it’s almost uncomfortably spot on. But we had no idea about systems or fusion back then. Which can only mean we had experienced a fusion, and somehow that caused a disturbance in the system that led to that latent fear to hang over our heads, along with the constant feelings of unreality and dreaming that followed us all through high school.

But somewhere along the line, just as suddenly as that fear developed, it just. Dissipated. It’s still a terrifying concept for us. But we no longer obsess over it like we did back then. We also suspect that’s probably related to another fusion of sorts. We have no clue who they were, or who they are now though. 

So to tie it all back in, in the comic the ‘Me/He’ disappearing would be parallel to an alter going dormant, or possibly fusing. The characters the protagonist and Tormenter are built around were originally part of a storyline of two separate identities that ended up ‘fusing’ to form a different whole, and while I can’t say the comic is faithful to the scientific or actual experience in a system, since I didn’t know about it at the time, I’m pretty sure it was based on what I had picked up on in my subconscious, so that’s the implications there, inaccurate representation though they may be.  I have heard from a few sources that fusion is often the result of a necessary function, to help protect or help an alter that can no longer function or cope the way they have been by creating a new alter that can cope better, so with this understanding, and the direction of the comic, it makes a sort of sense. 

These are my thoughts in regards to your question about ‘disappearance’ in the context of the comic based on my personal experiences, I hope it helped! Feel free to ask more or send in followup questions or statements, hopefully now that I’ve given a lot of context I won’t be quite so long-winded haha

[cdc1345711]

OC Story: Academy Days 1

(Chip proposed to his Girlfriend Ari before the New Year awaiting their wedding in February of 2021 and despite what everyone says Chip is Romantic and what better way to show it than to Ari's job at Mandrake University as he steps out his car and checks the Directions on his Phone)

Chip:Mandrake Academy? Yep this is the place....now the effort of finding Ari's Office......oi vey"

(He searched around asking Students while inside Ari was hanging in the lounge with her fellow educators)

Ari:(Putting Creamer in her Coffee)Another Day Another Dollar or at least that's what the Board Says"

Owlferd:(Anthropology Teacher and Owl)I agree Ari least you're shift hasn't started yet"

Ari:It did but I got no clients till after Lunch"

Wanda:(Coed Coach/Entomology Teacher Wasp)My class is about to start....damn early risers"

Ari:Just like High School"

Connie:(Cone Headed Honors Science)Except most of the Students look like they're Held back a couple of years"

(Everyone laughs)

Wanda:So......anyone going to the Headmasters Party tonight?"

Owlferd:Only downside of Tenure of I got to go hohoho it's no trouble for me it's just my Husband doesn't wear much Formal Attire"

Connie:Speaking of 'Husbands' when are we gonna meet yours Ari"

Ari:First off Not my Husband YET we're engaged Second He's very busy and isn't a Formal Fellow as well"

Wanda:That so? Or is he fake?"

Ari:Not Fake he's real"

Wanda:Sure(says sarcastically)"

Moe:(Lorologist aka Primate Guy who studies lore comes in making a dash for the Coffee)Coffee coffee coffee need it......(gets his cup)"

Wanda:You okay Beu?"

Moe:Classes about to start and I SWEAR to every Gods if someone asks me another Eldritch Question I might bash my head in.....(takes a deep breath and exhales calming down)so what I miss?"

Owlferd:We're talking about the existance of Ari's Fiance"

Moe:Seriously? What are we in Middle School?"

Ari:Thank You Moe"

Moe:It's up there with 'My Boyfriend who lives in Canada' and 'My BF is my Cat'"

Ari:Okay that last one isn't real"

Connie:Like your Fiance...."

Ari:HE'S REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Owlferd:Well Ari you never showed us a picture of him......"

Wanda:Hell you Never gave us his name"

Ari:Well......its because we want our private life to be uuuh whats the word umm.....Private"

(Everyone Stares)

Ari:Alright......his name is Chip"

Moe:The Psychotic Metal Organic?"

Ari:He's more Sociopathic than Psychotic"

(Everyone looks at each other and all laugh)

Wanda:Seriously the Greatest Assassin ever is marrying you?"

Ari:Mmmmm"

(Bell Rings)

Moe:Time to Work.....we'll pick off later(phone ding)huh?(looks at it)oh shit turns out some Bearded Weirdo is on Campus"

Wanda:That......narrows it down to most of the Students here"

Moe:But he's not a student....probably just a Homeless Guy snuck in....again"

Owlferd:3rd time this week by my count"

Ari:Well if anything Security might catch him"

(Back to Chip he so far hasn't found anyone who knows where Ari's Office is until he stops to asks some Stoners)

Chip:Yo Potheads....."

Stoner 1 Grass Guy:Whoa man this is medicinal..."

Chip:Grass smoking Grass? Either Charles Coburn thinks this is original or he's REALLY bad at being funny"

Stoner 2:Whuuuut?"

Chip:Nothing anyone here knows a Miss Ari Zira? Or more importantly the location of her Office?"

Stoner 3:No"

Stoner 1:Why so you can Narc on us Fascist?"

Chip:I really don't give a shit I just.....wait those Grade A Mary Jay?"

Stoner 2:Yeah man....."

Stoner 1:We'd share but we don't share with cops...."

Chip:Not a cop just trying to find my Soon to be Wife"

Stoner 3:Likely story.....NARC!!!!!"

Chip:(Whispers as he face palms)Jesus Fucking Christ looks Shaggy Scooby and Dooby either you tell me where Your Psychologist is or I'm taking all your Weed"

Stoner 1:You and what Army man?"

(Chip just looks straight for a moment and in the next scene he's walking away with a box of Doobies whistling....how he can whistle without a mouth don't ask me bub it's my story-speaking of.....as he walks off he's stopped by a Axe Headed Guy A Gorilla and a Coyote)

Konk:Freeze you the Bearded Weirdo walking around the University?"

(Chip just looks at him confused)

Hatchet:Sorry there is like a billion Bearded Weirdos here....must of asked 50 people to show us their student ID"

Chip:Well.......Im not a student I'm just a Guy holding this Doobies I snagged from a couple of pot smoking retards...."

Colty:WAIT......that Pure Marijuana?"

(Chip eye widens......next minute everybody is smokin the Weed)

Konk:Man....they don't make this shit like this anymore...."

Chip:Very few thing my People can feel honestly"

Hatchet:So....why you here Chip?"

Chip:Surprise Visiting my Wife Ari Zira....."

Konk:The University Psychologist?"

Chip:Thank FUCKING God someone knows her"

Colty:Course we know her....helped me get over my Issues with my Mom"

Hatchet:Helped me get in touch in my inner self"

Konk:Helped me overcome my homicidal anger by finally coming out of the closet as a self confidant Bisexual Man"

(Everyone looks at him)

Konk:Yep I'm Bi(Changed subject)So you want us to help you find your Girl?"

Chip:Be Appreciated....."

Konk:Then let's go...."

(Other side Ari is visited by the Vice Headmaster Todd the Fox)

Todd:Ari how is the School's Best Psychologist?"

Ari:Kinda meh Morning but I'm better now. And you Vice Headmaster?"

Todd:Well.......I'M FREAKING OUT!!!!!!"THERE'S ANOTHER WEIRDO IN OUR CAMPUS......what if he's armed"

Ari:You shouldn't judge that person....for all we know he or she is probably hungry and as decent beings we should not be fearful but helpful towards the poor soul"

Todd:And THAT Ari is proof of your Tenure"

Ari:See there....wait SERIOUSLY???"

Todd:YES"

(Both Squeal in excitement but quickly calm down)

Ari:Finally I've worked hard for Tenure....."

Todd:And you deserve it a lot....(looks at the clock)oooh almost lunch care to join me?"

Ari:Why not?"

(The 2 leave for Lunch while Chip bonds with the Security Team)

Chip:This Campus has a BAR?"

Colty:Yeah it's called Barsco it's run by our Friend Rosco....if you plan to stay longer we can take you there"

Chip:Really?"

Hatchet:He has booze for everybody Even Lighter Fluid and Gasoline for Metal Organics"

Chip:Sounds like my kinda Guy"

Konk:Yo wanna get some grub first I'm hungry...."

Hatchet:Munchies Man....."

Chip:They're a Cunt"

(As they Chat Ari and Todd were walking to the Cafeteria as they bump into......)

Ari/Todd:MR.MANDERS?"

Mr.Manders:Hoho Hello Todd and Ari....(he's holding a tray of A Burger Tater Tots and a Sparkling Ice)Just in luck they're serving Bean Burgers my Favorite...."

Ari:That's great Headmaster...."

Mr.Manders:So Ari can I expect to see you at my Party tonight?"

Ari:Oh idk Sir I gotta check my schedule to see if it's not booked"

Mr.Manders:Oh I understand Duties come first you know....btw have you heard the news?"

Ari:No Sir(she lies thinking he's about to say she's getting Tenure which will up her pay making sure to help Chip with their Wedding)what is it?"

(Gestures them to move forward as they do and whispers to them)

Mr.Manders:The Security team found the Bearded Fellow who snuck in on Campus....."

Ari:Oh(feeling a bit dissappointed)well least they got him out safely"

Mr.Manders:Actually they didn't...."

Todd:They beat him up?"

Mr.Manders:No....hes still here"

(They turn to see the cart)

Ari:(In Horror)Oh No"

Chip:ARI!!!!!!(walks up and hugs her)Been trying to find you all damn day so far none of the students know your office....I had to beat up a bunch of Stoners as I 'took' their Cush and met my New Best Friends right here"

Konk/Hatchet/Colty: Hi Ari"

Ari:Hi Boys(to Chip)Why are you here....'Honey'?"

Chip:I wanted to surprise you by Romantically coming to your work"

MrMander:Mhmm(coughs as the Other Faculty joins in)Ari mind introducing us to your friend"

Ari:(Gulps)Right Mr.Manders Todd and Everyone this is Chip my Fiance....."

Wanda:(Whispers)Holy Shit she wasn't lying"

Todd:Well even though it's nice to meet you Mr......Chip was it? You are however tresspassing on University grounds"

Chip:Don't get your Panties in a twist Nick Wilde I'm here for Ari"

Todd:Why I never...."

(Just then someones bag was stolen)

Girl:HELP!!!!!"

Mr.Manders:THIEF!!!!!!"

Todd:Quick securi....."

(And in a flash Chip catches the thief and pummels him as he realizes....)

Chip:Holy Shit you're the Stoner Kid"

Stoner 1:You stole my livelihood man....gad to earn green somehow...."

Chip:Yeah yeah....(knocks him out)"

Mr.Manders:(Clapping)My My what skills you were amazing"

Chip:Twas nothing sir"

Mr.Manders:'Twas' ooh Ari your Future Husband is quite a sophisticant"

Chip:I try...."

Mr.Manders:Would you like to come to my Party Tonight? It's to Celebrate the Anniversary of our University being the first to integrate Metal Organics it will be catered and I'll announce a New Tunre Employee"

Chip:Huh can't say no to that plus free dinner I'll be there"

Mr.Manders:Oh Splendid"

Moe:Uuuuh Ari......"

Wasp:You okay Girl?"

Ari:(Grinding her teeth and says angrily)Never......Better"

Chip:Hey Hon I'm gonna start getting ready see you at home(kisses her cheek)"

Owlferd:Nice Bod...nothing on my Man though"

(Night of the Party And Chip and Ari are wearing their Best Formal Clothes)

Chip:Hmmm Swanky"

Ari:(Stops him)Look Chip this is not just some fancy party by your Rich Friends or by the Lewd Crew this is my Job with my Coworkers and Boss so please please PLEASE be on your best behavior alright?"

Chip:(Looks straight at her)Okay what's up you're really on edge?"

Ari:I'm not on edge it's nothing...."

Chip:Let's cut the Bullshit Ari you know we're on the same scale when it comes to smarts"

Ari:Dammit alright.....I...I was told I might get Tenure...by Todd...."

Chip:Fox Boy? Okay(thinking of something)"

(They Enter and Ari meets up with Wanda and Moe)

Ari:Hello Everyone....Wanda Nice sashes"

Wanda:Thanks Bug People don't usually wear clothes but even we can look pretty"

Chip:Nice Suit"

Moe:Right back at ya"

Konk:HEY CHIP"

Chip:KONK you made it"

Konk:Wouldn't miss it"

Chip:Where are the rest of the Guys?"

Konk:At Barscos. They ain't the Formal Types"

Chip:Heh the more I know about them the More I like them"

Owlferd:Hoohoo Hello Ari(accompanied by his Husband)Chip this is my Husband....."

Chip:BASILISK......"

Basilisk:CHIP......"

Chip:You old Son of a Bitch"

Owlferd:Seems you both know each other"

Chip:Shared a Mission once his Eyes of Penance whew Powerful Shit"

Basilisk:Had to be to stop those Humanoids....(to Owlferd)Later Hon"

Todd:(With his Rabbit GF Lydia)Ari hi...."

Chip:('Hmm guess I was wrong')Bunny GF? Goddamn you are Nick Wilde"

lydia:He tries"

Todd:Hopefully things go smoothly without(looks at Chip)interruptions"

Chip:(Just Grunts)"

Mr.Manders:(On Stage)Good to see all you lovely faces here Tonight"

Konk:This will take a while(drinks his flask)want some?"

Chip:Can't taste booze but what the Hell(drinks some) anyone else?"

Moe:Yo"

Mr.Manders:My Grandfather Founded this University in 1945 and My Father was the first to integrate with Metal Organics in 1958..."

Chip:Apparently his Family has a Jesus complex.....which Ironic for me...."

Wanda:How come?"

(Chip reveals his Star of David Necklace)

Wanda:Oh okay"

Mr.Manders:Now without further adieu our new Tenure is.......Ari Zira"

Ari:YES.....I mean yes"

Todd:Yay Ari"

Wanda:You go Girl"

Mr.Manders:Congratulations Ari and I'm also proud to pronounce our newest employee...."

Ari:What......"

Mr.Manders:I was impressed with his skills this morning and while he left to prepare for Tonight I asked him......would you like to be in our University's Security....followed by his yes.....Mr.Chip Cosmas"

Ari:Que..?"

Chip:Wanted it to be a surprise....now we can see more of each other"

Ari:But....your Assassin Business....the Training of the Next Warriors?"

Chip:I thought of spending more time with my Future Wife...."

Ari:Oooh(walks up to the drinks and start drinking)"

Chip:Why she upset? She got Tenure"

Todd:You really can't see it can you?"

Chip:You got something to say say it Foxy"

Todd:I doubt you can grasp it"

Chip:(Wanting to punch but holds back)Not worth it"

Todd:Good to hold back Huh Meto....."

(Chip heard what he said and as quick as lightning punches Todd slamming him on the table)

Ari:What the Hell?"

(Todd tried to fight back but Chip was better as he beat Todd up)

Ari:CHIP STOP IT....STOP IT NOW(holds him off)You seriously can't go one night without being an Angry Animal can you not even for me? And to my friend and Coworker?"

Chip:Ari you don't understand....."

Ari:What I don't understand is why you couldn't do this one thing ONE FUCKING THING for me....just NOT BE YOU!!!!!"

Chip:Ari he's trying to get with you.....by making me the bad guy"

Todd:What? No I'm not Ari is my Friend and I love Lydia you psycho....."

(And as Chip heard his Voice his words were true)

Chip:Then why where you an Asshole to me?"

Todd:Because you're image isn't right for Ari....shes sophisticated and intelligent but you're a Violent Monster....."

Chip:You don't know a Fucking thing about me.....Ari...."

Ari:Chip please.....I just.....dont wanna see you now....(she cries)"

(Chip leaves looking back and Konk goes to Ari saying)

Konk:He had another reason Ari....."

(At Barscos the Campus Bar Chip is drowning his sorrows in Arsenic and Gin)

Chip:Another Round....."

Rosco:Sure Pal.....(puts in the Lighter Fluid Soda Water and Gin)"

Chip:Leave the Cannister"

Rosco:Whoa Bud I can't just(Chip stares at him angrily) eh Fuck it(leaves the Lighter Fluid)"

(Second later Ari shows up and sits next to Chip)

Chip:Hey....."

Ari:Hey........"

Chip:I really Fucked shit up didn't I?"

Ari:Yes......."

Chip:Guess I'm fired?"

Ari:Could've......"

Chip:What?"

Ari:Konk told me what Todd said to make you Angry......seems I was the one who Fucked Shit Up in a metaphorical sense...."

Chip:You were caught in a misunderstanding that's all.....didn't mean your were wrong....I got Angry and beat the living shit out of your friends at work......"

Ari:Well after he used that Racist Slur He's knocked down a few pegs.....sigh it was true I thought you'd jeopardize my chances of Tenure"

Chip:Why you so hellbent on this Tenure Shit?"

Ari:It's because....I wanted the pay bonus to help pay for our wedding"

Chip:Ari I said I got it...."

Ari:Chip we're about to spend our lives together....that means we're a team and we should be there for each other"

Chip:Hmm......that Fox was right about one thing....you're smart as Fuck"

(Mr.Manders arrives)

Chip:Oh Headmaster.....sorry for earlier....I lost my shit"

Mr.Manders:I heard what Todd said he's taking a HR Seminar so he can be more open minded as for the party well.....since the Gym is a mess(the Caterers come in with the Food)Guess we can move it to this fine Bar...with Owner's permission"

Rosco:Got my Approval Boss"

(And so the night that started off unexpected turned into something better as Chip and Ari's Bonds grew stronger for it. The Next Day)

Ari:Ready for your First day?"

Chip:Hell Yeah I am(Walks to the Security Office and looks around ready for this New Chapter in his Life"

THE END

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Accustomed to her Face

Prompt: @cinema212 - Hey hey hey!!! So idk if you are accepting request right now but I just found out that Chris Pine sang with Barbra Streisand and it's all I listen to anymore it's amazing and wonderful and feed my soul. I was curious if maybe you were feeling up to it if you could possibly write something that included Jim kirk and the reader at a big fancy Starfleet event and he takes her on the dance floor and sings to her just quietly while they're dancing and then that leads to fluffy fast forward to the next morning and she comes downstairs and he is cooking breakfast while humming a song from last night. Sorry this is super long I just love your writing and immediately thought of your blog with this request. Word Count: 2535 Tags: (strikethroughs mean I couldn’t tag you) @dolamrothianlady, @supermoonpanda, @kirkaholic123, @shewhorunswithfandoms, @starmission @emmkolenn @sugarshai @outside-the-government @yourtropegirl @pinkamour1588 @aamaxraph99, @anyakinamidala @dirajunara @anotherotter @little-study-bug @rampant-salamander @goodnightwife @flirtswithdanger Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, @cinema212! I hope it’s what you were hoping for! (this is the song referenced in the prompt, by the way)

You smoothed down the front of the stiff taffeta, fingers itchy with anxiety. You’d never worn anything so formal. The dress was gorgeous, an almost midnight blue, crisp with just a little shine, so that the light reflected off the subtle details - a gather at the waist, embroidery across the bust, tiny sequined stones throughout the skirt. It felt almost too much, but Uhura had insisted that she’d felt underdressed when she’d attended the ball last year. Your hair was piled in a strategically understated jumble of carefully pinned curls, a few loose tendrils sweeping your cheeks. And despite the fact that you worried your face might crack from the weight of the make-up on it, you glowed with a natural radiance that showed off the heightened pink in your cheeks from the nervousness you were feeling. You looked, by your estimation, like a better, more beautiful version of yourself. Like how you would imagine you looked if you were a storybook princess, free of blemishes.

There was a knock at your hotel door, startling you out of the trance you’d fallen into, staring at yourself. You flushed with embarrassment to be caught admiring your reflection, and then realized no one had really seen you doing it. You opened the door to see Jim standing there, looking more handsome than you’d ever seen him. Handsome enough that you felt just a little pinch of wistful desire for the man you considered one of your closest friends. What if? It was almost as though your heart was asking it with every accelerated beat. You took in the crisp pressed seams of his dress uniform, the shiny brass of his rank insignia on his chest. You hadn’t seen his hair so neat since he’d been awarded his captaincy so long ago.

“You look exquisite.” “You’ve never been handsomer.” You spoke at the same time and both cut short your compliments with a short laugh. Had he called you exquisite? The word brought a flush to your cheeks. You glanced up through your eyelashes at him and saw that the tips of his ears had pinkened from your compliment.

“Thanks for asking me to be your plus one, Jim,” you offered, breaking the awkward silence. He smiled and nodded, offering his elbow to you. You slipped your hand in the hollow and allowed him to lead you from your suite.

“I should be thanking you for coming with me,” he replied, ease returning to his tone. “These things can be stuffy and awful, and every time I show up on my own, some Admiral’s wife starts shoving her single daughter or son at me.”

“Happy to run interference for you, Captain,” you winked as you stepped onto the elevator. He shook his head and grinned apologetically as he followed behind you. The elevator doors slid closed and he turned to face you.

“It’s more than that, Y/N,” he protested. “We haven’t had a poker night in months, and our last shore leave was the regrettable incident of the -”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, Jim. Those aliens were sneaky and vile!” You laughed, trying your best not to remember the nearly successful seductions you’d both been the target of. He grinned again, and stole your breath with his genuine joy at the memory.

“The point is, we haven’t had a chance to spend time together in ages, and this is the perfect chance to shake off the regulation wear and have some fun,” Jim countered, giving you an earnest look. You got lost for a minute in his eyes, startled back to reality when the elevator door opened. You smoothed the shoulders of his uniform before taking his elbow again.

“Well, I got rid of the regulation wear, anyhow. That dress silver brings out the blue in your eyes, Jim. No wonder all the mamas want to have you as a son-in-law,” you teased. He rolled his eyes as he led you into the ballroom. It was crowded with dignitaries and officers of a variety of ranks, some in uniform and some out, you observed. You leaned into him, pressing your free hand against his chest. “Jim, you could have worn a tux.”

“I think one monkey suit in my closet is enough, don’t you?” He laughed, disengaging from your grasp long enough to grab two champagne flutes from a passing waiter. He handed one to you, and held his forward. “To old friends on new adventures.”

“To you, me and shenanigans,” you laughed with a saucy wink. You clinked your glass against his and took a long drink, wincing as the bubbles tingled your nose. He shook his head and sighed.

“Try not to get up to anything that will lead to demotions. For either of us?” He asked. You shrugged coyly. “I mean it, Y/N.”

You were the perfect and dutiful date, making the rounds with Jim, allowing him to introduce you as his Chief Nursing Officer. In normal circumstances, you would have scowled or rolled your eyes and explained it was a fancy term for a head nurse and nothing more, but here, on this night, you didn’t want the blur the lines of appropriate. Not in front of people who were mostly both of your superior officers. When he stepped away to refresh your drinks, an older woman approached. Her smile betrayed a mischievous streak that you didn’t doubt was a light year long.

“You know, there’s a few disappointed mamas out there tonight,” she offered as her opening line. You tilted your head in question, saying nothing in response. “I mean it, Lieutenant-Commander.”

“I don’t follow?” You admitted, turning to more fully face her.

“Well, unless you’re blind or stupid, that boy is off the market. He’s taken with you,” she observed. You let out a decidedly unladylike laugh and shook your head rapidly.

“Oh no!” you exclaimed. “Jim and I have been friends forever, it’s not like that.”

“Really? If you’ve been friends forever, why is this the first time he’s brought you to one of these?” She countered. You furrowed your brow and shrugged.

“I’m his counter-wingman,” you admitted. It was her turn to laugh.

“Oh honey, did he tell you he needed you to come cock-block? He’s clever, I’ll give him that,” she chuckled. Jim approached, a small smile guarding the worried look behind his eyes. The woman standing with him stole the two flutes of champagne and nodded at him.

“Thanks, Jim, you’re a darling,” she winked. “Now take that girl of yours dancing before the night ends.”

“By all means, Admiral.” He turned to you, holding out his hand. “I believe I’ve been given an order.” You allowed him to lead you out on the dance floor, your hand coming up to his shoulder as his settled at your waist. He held you closer than you were expecting, and you could barely look at him, he was so close. The ghost of a smile crossed his lips as the song ended and transitioned into another. The tune felt familiar, but you couldn’t place it until Jim’s quiet baritone started singing along, the vibrations in his chest carrying through into yours, leaving you breathless.

“I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places, that this heart of mine embraces all day through.” The words were just loud enough that only you could hear them, and without hesitation, you leaned closer into him, resting your head on his shoulder. He brought your joined hands to his chest, and spread his other hand across the small of your back, holding you firm and close. “I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you.”

You leaned back to look at him, and felt that familiar pull of desire again, the same as you’d felt when he’d picked you up for the event. You could tell he was feeling it as well, seeing you through eyes clouded by the formal occasion. You broke whatever magical spell was holding you together with a silly face and he laughed. “Don’t look at me like you’re looking at forever, Jim, that’s not what tonight was about,” you chastised him as the moment fled. He shook his head and flashed the familiar devil-may-care grin Jim Kirk was famous for.

“It’s late, Cinderella, I should get you back before you turn into a pumpkin,” he suggested.

“It was the carriage that turned into a pumpkin,” you corrected. He laughed and slung his arm around your shoulders familiarly.

“What would I do without you?” He laughed. You glanced around the room and shrugged.

“From the looks of the crowd tonight, you probably would have made a terrible mistake,” you teased. He pressed his lips against your temple and laughed again and then sobered.

“Thanks for tonight, Y/N,” he murmured. “It felt right having you with me.”

You fumbled with the key for the hotel room, finally allowing Jim to take it from your hands and open the door for you.

“Now, in my limited experience and from watching old movies, when ladies are dressed this fancy, and have been to extravagant events like we’ve been just been at, it’s polite to invite their gentleman caller in for a night cap,” you winked. “So, Jim, would you like to come in for a drink?” You gestured toward the interior of the hotel suite and and waited. Jim stepped past you, nodding.

“I think this is the part where I ask for a bourbon. On ice?” He replied, as you led him into the sitting room. You turned two tumblers over, and dropped ice in both of them, pouring a splash of the amber alcohol over the cubes. You passed a tumbler to Jim and offered yours in a toast. “To a beautiful evening.”

“To future evenings with you on my arm,” he winked and tapped his glass against yours, causing you to flush and look down at the floor. When you looked up, Jim was in the process of opening his uniform tunic and unbuttoning the collar of the shirt under it, leaving his collarbone exposed. Your mouth went dry, and you forced yourself to take a slow sip of your drink as he pulled the tunic off and draped it neatly over the back of the couch before leaning against it and looking at you with a soft smile. “Your feet must be killing you.”

You smiled and kicked the delicate, slingback shoes off from under your dress, nodding. “I’ve never been a fan of heels. They’re never comfortable, no matter what anyone promises. That said, we’re back earlier than I had expected.”

“These never go late. Too many early morning calls for the higher ups,” he explained.

“I believe we drank a toast to shenanigans earlier tonight. Which is kind of hard to fulfil when you bring me home by nine pm,” you laughed.

“Go get something comfortable on. I’ll make popcorn. We can watch terrible holovids or something,” he offered. You nodded in agreement and pulled the pins out of your hair as you watched him searching the well-appointed little kitchen in your suite for snacks. You ran your fingers through your hair, letting the curls fall wherever they did, before interrupting his search.

“Hey, can I get you to help me with my zipper?” You asked, realizing you were probably trapped in the dress otherwise. Jim froze, stood up and carefully shut the door to the cupboard he’d been looking through. He swallowed, and bit his lip before gesturing for you to turn so your back faced him. You felt his fingers sweep through the hair cascading down your back, pushing it forward over your shoulder, tucking it against your neck to keep it from falling back onto the zipper again. His hands rested on the zipper for a moment and you felt your heart begin to race, making you draw in your breath in a quiet hiss. As the zipper began to drop, the press of Jim’s lips against your shoulder made you gasp and lean back into it. You felt him tease the zipper down until your back was bare, his lips following the open trail the dress had exposed. You forced yourself to breathe as you held the dress against your chest, but made no move to pull away from the sensations he was eliciting as his lips brushed against your bare skin.

“Y/N.” It was a breathless prayer, and you looked over your shoulder into Jim’s bottomless blue eyes and were lost. He pressed his lips against yours, teasing with his tongue until you opened your mouth, looping your arms around his neck, and pulling him against you as your dress fell to the floor.

The sun was streaming in your bedroom window when you woke. You scrubbed a hand over your face as you yawned and stretched, and then furrowed your brow in confusion as you smelled coffee and heard someone in the kitchen outside your bedroom. You sat up with a start as you realized you had nothing on under the covers, and held the sheets against you as your eyes widened with realization. Jim.

You fell back against the bed in horror, pulling the sheets over your head. What had you done? Not only was he one of your best friends, he was your captain. How were you going to face him? When the pounding of your heart in your ears finally slowed, you realized he wasn’t talking to anyone, he was singing. You strained to hear the words.

“In that old cafe, the park across the way, the children’s carousel, the chestnut tree, the wishing well.” His rich baritone floated through the crack between the bedroom doors and your heart stopped pounding to squeeze tightly. It was the song from last night. You wrapped yourself in the sheet and padded quietly to the door, opening it just enough that you could spy on him. Standing at the counter of the small kitchen island in only his boxer briefs, he was slicing strawberries and splitting them into two bowls. You took in the scene and realized he was making breakfast for both of you. You must have made some kind of noise because he looked up and a warm smile spread across his face. He dried his hands on a tea towel and then ran one hand across his dishevelled bedhead.

“I’d kind of hoped to get breakfast ready before you woke up,” he admitted. “I thought we had some things to talk about, maybe.” He pressed a kiss against your cheek and you very nearly swooned.

“Did last night really -” You were going to be firm. You needed answers.

“Happen? Yes,” he interrupted, the smile faltering for a minute. “Should I have gone? Oh god, do you have regrets?” He started toward the bedroom.

“What?” You exclaimed, stepping the way to stop him. “No! I’m glad you stayed. I just,” you bit your lip. “What does this mean?”

His hands came up to your face, and he kissed you again, on the lips. “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “And I’m okay with that. Seems I’ve grown accustomed to your face.”

[hellomissmabel]

Bye Bye Brooklyn Boys (12) - version 1

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: This is just so sad. Language.

Word count: 3.285

Summary: idk what came into me - this is the first version so yes, that means there’s going to be another.

Inspired by one of my favourite songs: Give by You Me At Six. Also, if you pay attention, you an find a subtle reference to “Castle on the hill” by Ed Sheeran.

September, October, November , December,

January , February, March,  April

May, June, July

August – version 1

It’s been a day It’s felt like an age Since I have seen you A face to face so we can say what we need to

Over the years, I’ve lost a lot of friends. I lost my best friend Natasha because she couldn’t look past her jealousy and acted solely on her rage. I lost James and then I lost Steve because they didn’t find it in them to man up and face their fears. They waited too long to tell me how they truly felt about me and we drifted apart like ships in the night, passing each other by without knowing.

That evening at the ball, everything changed. Devastated by Natasha’s betrayal, I bailed on both her and Bucky, grabbing Dean by the hand and demanding he’d drive me home. The ride back was silent, Dean knowing better than to stalk me with questions about what happened, realising that if he did I might be damaged beyond repair.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? About the message?”

“I didn’t want to lose you. I could see how much he still means to you.”

“You’re a good man, Dean,” you state softly, cupping his cheek in your hand. “You’re a good man that makes bad decisions.”

I forgave Dean and never saw anyone again. Those people were responsible for some of the best times of my life, but also for some of the worst. They ruined me, the person I had aspired to become stuffed away in a cardboard box along with all my other pictures and memories. And look at me now, standing in a cream coloured chiffon wedding dress.

Wedding dress.

Well, I guess that means I’m getting married today.

It was an ordinary Friday morning. Dean got up first because he has a longer commute, so as he was getting ready to leave for work as I drifted off to sleep again. That is, until I felt the bed dip under his weight and he coaxed me out of my sleep with an abundance of sweet nothings in my ear.

“But first,” he announces cheekily, “we must get you dressed. I have a surprise for you.”

He took me to the café we had our first date and asked me to go order while he was going to find us a spot. I just shrugged and didn’t think much of it, ordering a black coffee for Dean and a mocha latte for myself. Moving on to pay for our daily cup of joe, I see Dean making his way back over to me and I congratulated myself on my clever thinking as I asked two cups to go instead of regular mugs, just in case there weren’t any seats available.

“Order for Y/N,” the barista calls out and I reach to take it from the counter when a pair of grabby hands beats me to it.

“Dean,” I sigh sweetly, “What are you up to now?”

I turn around to see him holding my cup in both his hands, something else besides my name scribbled on it. Inching closer so I can clearly make out the words, I clasp my hand before my mouth to refrain from screaming.

It reads: Y/N, will you marry me?

Dean then gets down on one knee, chuckling at my reaction after placing the cup back on the counter first. “That day I accidentally ran into you, I reckon I didn’t take enough time to appreciate your beauty. But I have been hooked on you ever since that day when you got pancake syrup all over your shirt and you laughed at my milk foam moustache. I love you, Y/N. I love you, so will you do me the honour of being my wife?”

I know you’ve changed You don’t look the same We all make mistakes It’s growing pains, it’s just a phase we have to go through

“Y/N, are you alright? You’re going to ruin your mascara!,” Wanda shrieks as she moves quickly about the room to fetch you a handkerchief to dry the tears running down your cheeks.

“I sent them an invitation, too. Bucky and Steve, I mean,” you clarify, fingers trembling under the pressure of your impending nuptials.

Wanda waits a couple seconds before replying, contemplative eyes mixing with her soft smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Filling your lungs to the brim, you take a large gulp of air in utter surprise. “You know?”

“I’m your maid of honour, I am supposed to know everything. Besides, I’ve kind of been keeping tabs on the two Brooklyn boys for you. You want me to fill you in?”

You nod but do not say anything else, deciding to let Wanda do the talking for you. “Bucky left for Wakanda, working side by side with T’Challa. He told Nat he just wanted a warm body to keep him company at night, that he never wanted it to spiral out of control the way it did. He wanted to make amends but Nat refused. Nowadays she’s already on her second husband while Clint works and lives down the coast with his wife and two kids. He’s happy, Y/N. As for Steve, he has two kids as well but lives alone,” she grimaces glumly, crossing her ankles as you stare at your hands fidgeting in your lap.

Wanda clears her throat, coughing nervously. “Sharon dumped him for one of her colleagues and moved upstate. My brother Pietro overdosed and Sam’s barely getting by since he lost his job. It also cost him his apartment and he’s now occupying the guest bedroom at Steve’s loft. The place is too big for him anyway.”

Rubbing your temples, you try to make your way through the maze that is your mind right now, filling in the blanks wherever you can and failing miserably when you cannot put two and two together. “I don’t know what to say…”

“Y/N, I am telling you this to show to you that none of them are better off.” Wanda moves to sit down next to you, taking your hand in hers. “What happened, happened. This can’t be reversed, Y/N. You have to let it go.”

“I can’t help but think that none of it would have ever happened if I hadn’t met James. I would have never met Steve either and I would have never introduced those boys to the others. I wouldn’t have lost Nat, too.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe this was meant to be, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you meeting Bucky was never meant to happen and it was the first wicked flap of the butterfly’s wings, the first spark that set everything else ablaze. But Y/N,” she says with those big doe eyes and soft voice, “Remember that we’re all grown-ups now, capable of making our own mistakes, we’re all individuals with the freedom of choice. Not all of it can be traced back to that first day you saw Bucky.”

“Why are you still here with me, Wanda?,” you blatantly ask your friend, blurting out the one question that’s been bugging you all this time. Everybody left you, everybody but Wanda, who stayed behind and has crowned herself as your confidante. “I thought that after Pietro you would…,” You shrug awkwardly, “Vanish into thin air or something."

“Pietro’s death was an accident. You know how he was, always experimenting and living on the edge. I thought about leaving, too, but my home is right here. My parents live here, my boyfriend lives here and I have you. You have a heart of gold, Y/N, and I see it in every single thing you do.”

I’ve been wasting all this time Trying to keep you off my mind Yeah, you off my mind, no more

There’s a knock on the door, Tony informing the two ladies he is ready to walk Y/N down the aisle to where Dean will be waiting for her, accompanied by his brother Sam.

“I’ll give you 5 minutes, tell everyone the bride is having some technical issues with her make-up because she’s crying tears of happiness. That’ll keep them occupied.”

Tony gives Wanda a curt nod of his head, signalling that there’s another matter that needs to be discussed. “Y/N,” Wanda speaks softly, “I believe there’s someone by the door wishing to speak to you.”

“Yeah, sure, uhm, send them in. I guess my 5 minutes aren’t up yet.”

A blond man steps into your line of sight, wearing a neat black suit and a grey tie he probably didn’t tie himself since he sucks at dressing up, preferring his chequered flannel shirts over a more formal attire every single time. It’s been too long since you’ve had the privilege of being on the receiving end of that mind-shattering smile.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

“Well,” he exhales with a strange familiarity, “Technically you invited me.”

“I wrote those letters as closure, I never meant to send them,” you anxiously blurt out, mentally slapping yourself in the face. “But I guess my heart won the battle against my head. It was a stupid thing to do, I shouldn’t have – Never mind.”

“Y/N, I’m not here to ask you to run away with me again. I’ve tried that trick before and it didn’t work out, so I’m not going to do it a second time.” He chuckles and a tiny half-smile breaks through your tears. “I’m just here to tell you that I’m happy for you, Y/N. I don’t know Dean personally, but if he makes you happy than he makes me happy too.”

“Thank you, Steve. That – that really means a lot to me.”

“You should get going, though. Bruce’s getting antsy,” the blond chuckles.

“Thanks again, Steve,” you say as you give him a quick peck on the cheek before shimmying past him and making your way towards where’s Tony’s waiting for you, offering you his arm which you gladly accept. You’re ready for the future. You’re happy you finally got a chance to put some old matters to bed once and for all. Well, at least one old matter but that’s already enough miracles for one day.

As Bruce is walking you to the altar, your favourite song is playing in the background, filling the garden with its beautiful rhythm and you instantly fall in line with Tony’s footsteps. At the wedding rehearsal, you nearly tripped over your dress a couple times because you were so nervous. But not now, now you feel completely at ease.

Dean is looking back at you with tear-filled eyes, a goofy smile curling his lips upwards. His brother Sam, also serving as his best man, is standing next to him and gives you a look of approval, your wavy dress fits you like a glove and simultaneously makes you feel like a real Greek goddess.

I’ve been wasting all these nights Trying to keep you off my mind Yeah, you off my mind, no more

The music comes to a close when you reach your future husband, Tony lightly kissing your knuckles and whispering good luck into your ear before releasing you to your hubby-to-be, Dean completely and utterly awestruck at the mesmerizing woman standing next to him.

“Shall we begin?,” Dean’s best friend, Castiel, asks the both of you and you murmur eagerly in agreement. “Very well. We have gathered here today to celebrate the union of Y/N Y/L/N and Dean Winchester.”

The ceremony is short and sweet, just like you and Dean preferred. Your heart is hammering in your chest when it’s time to exchange the vows and even though you memorized everything by heart, you can’t help but black out at Dean’s words.

“Y/N,” he pledges with the utmost devotion. Never have you ever seen him cry, but today he’s having just as much a hard time as you trying to hold it all back.

He sucks in a deep breath. “I can tell you how much I love you a million times over and over again, but you already know I would give the world to be with you so I’m not going to repeat myself. I just want you to know that you are an angel that fell from the sky. I am honoured and privileged to soon be called your husband and I thank the heavens for giving me the opportunity to love you because I do, with all my heart and my entire soul.”

“Dean,” you breathe out, restraining yourself from becoming a blubbering, sobbing puddle of an emotional mess.

You clear your throat. “I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. You have given me my life back. You have given me the chance to be myself again and for that I am eternally grateful. With you by my side, I can move mountains. I love you. I love your touch, your smile, your eyes and how they crinkle when you smile. I love everything about you. Even when you snore like you’re trying to bring heaven down, I still love you.” This was met with a quiet chuckle from Castiel and a loud snort from Sam, the audience seemingly enjoying your little pun. “I will love you till death do us apart and even after that.”

After you exchange your vows, Castiel is ready to conclude the ceremony with the exchange of the wedding rings. “Do you take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?“

"I do.” Dean then moves on to repeat after Castiel. “I take this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit.”

Castiel turns to you next. “Do you take Dean Winchester as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?“

"I do,” you confirm with a shy smile. "I take this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit.” “

Castiel holds out his arms, gesturing towards the crowd. “If anyone here has any reasons as to why these two should not be joined in Holy Matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.”

There’s not a doubt in your right mind that anyone would ever disapprove of Dean. He has charmed and enchanted not only your heart but that of many other people as well. There are a couple beats of silence that pass agonizingly slow and you feel the relief wash over you when the sound of the wind is the only melody falling on your ear, Dean gazing lovingly into your eyes. He winks at you, laughing lightly at your rosy cheeks.

Just as Castiel is about to pronounce you husband and wife, a dark figure blasts through the flowery decorations, walking bristly towards the altar and as his broken voice chimes through your mind, the bile rises in your throat. You didn’t know he’d be here today, you didn’t know he would ever read your letter. You can see his lips moving but you do not register anything anymore as you feel yourself slowly drowning into his baby blues. Dean takes a hold of your hand and brings you back to reality, repeating your name as he tries to get through to you. All these nights you’ve tried to keep him off your mind have gone to waste.

How long should I wait (I wait, I wait) To feel myself, feel myself again Cause I don’t think you hate (You hate, you hate) When we’re side by side but going two separate ways

It’s Bucky. Your Bucky, all the way from Wakanda to Brooklyn. “Fuck it, Y/N. I love you and I can’t stand to see you with him any longer. Damn it, I object!”

His chest rises and falls with every laboured breath, his icy eyes remembering you of the frozen lake you ice-skated on with Dean last winter. You had fallen into his arms time after time as you just couldn’t get the hang of it. It was one of your happiest days. This is supposed to be your happiest day and here he is, the master of screw-ups, James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

“Y/N, I know I’m the biggest jerk of all and I know I have done you and others wrong so many times. But I can assure you, this is not what you want. If Nat had given you that letter, it would’ve been me standing right there. No offense, Dean,” he adds sincerely, turning to face the seething man at your side. “You seem like a nice lad and all, but I loved her first.”

Dean releases his grip on your hand and runs over to the brunet asking his fiancé to abandon him at the altar seconds before the priest would pronounce them as husband and wife. He takes a swing at Bucky, hitting him flat on the nose and Bucky cries out in pain. The sound of bone breaking on impact has you rushing towards where his quivering form has tumbled to the floor.

“James, you stupid man,” you whisper as you cradle him into your arms, countless tiny drops of blood staining the luxurious fabric of your dress.

Sam has to restraint Dean in order to prevent him from going at Bucky a second time, pushing his brother down on a nearby vacant chair and pointing an accusatory finger at him if he tries anything. He then turns back to where you and Bucky are crouching on the ground.

“I would react the exact same way as my brother if you pulled that stunt on me, pal. But out of respect for Y/N, I’m going to give you guys a minute. Seems to me you have some unfinished business to sort out first.”

Sam’s eyes soften when he accepts Bucky’s apology, moving back and forth between the two of you before returning his attention to his brother downing half a bottle of bourbon one of the attending guest’s handed him.

“If you would’ve read the letter,” Bucky says stripped bare of all confidence. He’s not the Brooklyn boy you used to know, neither is he the man that rose above expectations. He is just Bucky now, a fragmented figure laying in your arms on your wedding day. “Then you know what I wanted for you, for us. I would’ve followed you to Norway, hell, I would’ve followed you anywhere if it meant I could just be with you.”

“I am way out of line here, Y/N, and I have absolutely no right to do this to you. I had no right to use Nat as a rebound and I see that now. I was wrong, so wrong, but I am not going to let you do this. Over my dead body.”

Bucky releases a shuddering breath. “There’s nothing I would’ve given to see that perfect smile on your perfect lips, to see your face light up in laughter when I admit you’re right, that I did get into something that’s way over my head, like right now,” Bucky cries softly as you cry with him.

I’ve been wasting all this time Trying to keep you off my mind Yeah, you off my mind, no more I’ve been wasting all these nights Trying to keep you off my mind Yeah, you off my mind, no more

Part 12: August - Version 2

Part 13: the letters

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