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highdramas · 3 years

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forever is the sweetest con | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language and tfatws spoilers? not really but just in case

word count: 2167

summary: bucky makes a friend in his neighbor and her cat.

note: hiiiii so happy that so many people enjoyed the world's a little blurry! i am going to be writing multiple one shots, all connecting and showing little snapshots from the life of bucky and the reader <3 you don't have to read them in order, but reading all of them will help you better understand the relationship!

enjoy! <3

“stupid fucking thing.”

the swearing followed by incoherent irritable grumbling is like a dog whistle to bucky barnes. he’s standing outside of his apartment, lingering in the hallway, waiting to see if the person will speak again. to the surprise of no one, bucky hasn’t put much effort into getting to know his neighbors. he gives curt nods as he passes them in the hallway, tries his best to muster a smile when he gets caught at the mailbox beside someone else. he thinks that it looks more like a grimace than anything, but still-- it’s something.

“son of a bitch.”

the voice is feminine, and it is angry. he’s trying to discern if there is any immediate distress, and if there is-- maybe he can help. he’s pulled from his thoughts quickly as a door swings open and a large box is thrown out onto the doorstep. “fucking hell.”

the door doesn’t close. it stays open, still swinging, as if recoiling from the force in which it was tossed open. bucky could very easily continue on his way to his apartment, put away the few groceries he had purchased-- mostly pasta and cereal-- and spend his evening how he spends most evenings. fighting off sleep, because he knows what comes the moment consciousness fades and the darkness swallows him whole.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he dashes to his door and places the bag at the entryway, turning back on his heel. he fiddles with his gloves as he grows closer and closer to the door. and then, he sees you.

bucky can’t see much-- the door is only cracked. but what he can see almost makes him laugh. you’re huddled over what he assumes is a cat tower. well, a sorry excuse for a cat tower, really-- it’s half put together with miscellaneous pieces strewn all around you. you seem to be studying the instruction manual, flipping through it before you eventually toss it to the side. “kitty, i don’t know about all of this,” he hears you say.

again, there are multiple options here in terms of what bucky can do. he can leave now, pretend he never saw anything. he can check on you, and then… and then what? he doesn’t know.

he knocks.

bucky takes a step back as you scramble to your feet, pushing your hair back. you open the door and up at the stranger. “hi.” the word is short, and he can tell that you are not in a good mood. “if you’re going to bitch me out about the noise, i’m sorry. i bought a new cat tower for my cat, and it’s a bitch to put together. and i hate building anything, so i’m basically useless.” you suck in a breath and muster a smile. “so, like i said. sorry. i’ll be a better neighbor tomorrow.”

you go to close the door, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing when he blurts-- “wait-- no.” he shakes his head, clears his throat. “no, i wasn’t gonna bitch you out. i was--”

what was he going to say? what was he going to do?

“i was going to say i could help. if you want.” he clears his throat and rubs at his chin with a gloved hand. “i’m alright at putting furniture together.”

you linger in the doorway and look at him. though there are countless people who look at him every day, oftentimes, bucky doesn’t feel like he’s being recognized. sometimes he wonders if he is secretly invisible, drifting through this too-long life as a ghost. but the look you give him is piercing, and the smile that follows makes his heart stop in his chest.

“i’m not gonna turn down someone building this god forsaken thing for me,” you open the door wider. “come on in.”

bucky finishes his handiwork on the cat tower within thirty minutes, but something about you draws him in, and now it has been an hour and a half and he has not tired of your company.

you are very charming. that is the first thing that bucky notices about you. and it’s not just your personality, either. everything in your apartment seems to drip in you. there is no wall that is bare, there are different colored lights twinkling around each window, plants galore. it makes him almost feel embarrassed about the state of his own home. if you can even call it that.

it’s not a home. it’s a place where he fights off his demons and drinks cheap beer and pretends that he is okay, pretends that he is not alone, pretends that he doesn’t need sam or his therapist or anyone else in order to figure out how to live in the present.

but yours. yours is a home.

there’s a pang of jealousy, nestled deep in his heart. he doesn’t care if the thought is unreachable for someone like him, someone who has done the sort of things that he has done-- he wants it.

the thought will never reach the light of day, of course. no, it will stay buried in his belly, churning with the guilt and the anguish and the loneliness, too.

“you good over there?”

“huh?”

bucky looks up to see that you’re looking at him. your head is tilted and your mouth slightly agape, and the look… he can’t quite place it. it’s more confusion and less concern, and in a weird way, he likes that. “yeah. i’m fine.”

he’s confused by the way that the corner of your mouth turns up. “you’re a good liar,” is all that you quip before you push up off the ground, dusting off your leggings. “do you like pizza? i’m starving, and i would cook us something, but i don’t want to subject you to that. my mom says the only thing i should ever make is cereal, and even that’s pushing it. says i use too much milk.”

bucky laughs.

and it shocks him. it takes no thought at all to laugh at your words, your charm, the way that you carry yourself with such easy self deprecating humor. you make him laugh.

you, on the other hand, don’t think anything of it. you raise your eyebrows at him. “well? it’s pizza or we’re eating two big bowls of honey nut cheerios.”

“pizza is good.”

you bite down on your lip and you nod, fishing your phone from your back pocket. “great.”

bucky studies you as you order the food.

he’s learning that there are many things that he envies you for.

every muscle in your body is loose and relaxed. you don’t walk, you seem to float-- drifting in and out of rooms, brushing past him, as if you’re made up of nothing but air and stardust. you joke with the employee on the other line and then you hang up and look back to him. “i said we’d go and pick it up. it’s my favorite place, just down the street.”

“yeah, that sounds nice.”

bucky follows your lead. he’d never taken off his jacket, or his gloves, but you hadn’t made a comment about them. you scramble into clothing suitable for a new york winter and then grin at him, face slightly obscured by the massive scarf. “ready?”

he nods, and then you set out. you’re quiet for a few moments, before you say, “you’re bucky, right?”

there’s a silence that settles between you, as if some jig is now up. you glance over at him. “that’s not a bad thing,” you say softly. “or an insult.”

“yeah, i know.” his elbow knocks against yours lightly. “but, yeah. i am.”

you nod and offer your own name in return, and that is that. you don’t allude to anything else that you might or might not about him, his past, or the fact that he was used as a hydra weapon for a majority of his life, now thrust into a brand new century. no, all you do is say, “bucky’s a nice name.”

“thanks, doll.”

the pet name rolls off of his tongue so easily, like breathing. he stops for a moment, leaning into the urge to be embarrassed, but you don’t let him. “no one’s ever called me that before,” you say, brushing against his arm. “i like it.”

“it’s what all the guys used to call their girls.” he stops. “not that, you know--”

“yeah, i know,” you laugh. “i know what you meant.” you glance up at him again. “like i said, i like it.”

bucky swallows his nervousness and instead comes reassurance at your words. “i can keep callin’ you doll, if you really like it that much.”

playfulness. ease. comfort. things he has not felt in so long-- yori has tried to pull them out of him when it comes to women, but it has always felt forced, too fast, not right. this feels right.

“you make it sound like it’s such a chore!” you gape at him, but your voice is not malicious in the slightest. you are holding james buchanan barnes in the palm of your hand and you do not even know it.

“it’s not a chore,” bucky reassures. “trust me.”

“whatever you say,” you point to a small hole in the wall shop. “this is it.”

bucky holds the door open for you and you smile and wink as a thank you and god it sends his mind spinning, intoxicated by even the look that you give him. your name is performed like a symphony by every employee in the shop-- they all grin and wave, some make small talk. they eye bucky who stands a step behind you. but you turn and you place a hand on his forearm and even through all of the layers he swears that your touch burns. “this is my neighbor--” you look to him.

bucky clears his throats and he musters a smile, somewhere between his normal grimace and the smile that only seems to form in your presence. “james.”

they greet bucky with kindness and send the both of you on your way with the large pizza and a free liter of diet coke. “her favorite,” the owner says pointedly, winking to you. “we’re always trying to tell her to stop. maybe you can get her to knock the habit.”

“i don’t think anyone can get me to stop drinking diet coke,” you joke, looking at bucky with a level of fondness. “but he can certainly try.”

“i’ll give it a valiant effort,” bucky says and he tips his head to everyone before he opens the door for you once more. he holds the pizza and you hold the soda, tucked beneath your arm, and you make the trek back to your apartment in comforting quiet.

bucky learns that you don’t have a dining room table. you call it a waste of space, so you two sit in front of your coffee table on floor pillows, eating off mismatched plates and drinking the diet coke out of mugs from the thrift store you frequent.

the night is growing quieter, and you think that both you and bucky sense that it is coming to an end. you think you might be a bit addicted to being around him. he reminds you of the smell after it rains and black coffee, of laughter under neon lights and gentleness.

bucky is beginning to gather his things to leave when a meow turns both of your heads. your eyes light up. “hi baby,” you coo and the cat goes right to you and you scoop her up in your arms, presenting her to bucky. “this is katherine. or kitty, as i call her. she’s normally pretty scared of people.”

bucky hesitates, looking between you and the cat. finally, his hand reaches out and scratches kitty beneath the chin. she purrs almost instantly, nuzzling her face into his hand. you watch, somewhere in between shocked and amazed, as bucky interacts with her. “no, i swear, she hates people.” you pause. “wanna hold her?”

“oh, i don’t know…”

you raise your eyebrows and then he looks back at the cat, who gives a yap. it seems to say: please? he huffs and it fades into a smile and he holds his arms out. you set kitty into them and watch as she curls into him, rubbing the top of her head against his chin.

a girlish laugh bubbles from the deep pit of you belly and you clasp your hands together in front of you, watching with hearts in your eyes. the corner of his mouth turns up as he continues to pet the cat.

“bucky,” you say, putting a hand on your hip. “i hate to inform you, she’s never gonna let you go now.”

bucky looks up at you through his lashes. you, with your easy and calm demeanor, your loud laugh and your inability to build even the simplest of furniture.

“i think i’m okay with that.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes series #the world's a little blurry #bucky barnes fanfic

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jinmukangwrites · 3 years

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@damianwayneweek Day 1 (6-13): Truth serum | Damian Wayne Protection Squad™ | Best friends to lovers

Note: Rushed. I'm sure it's still the 13th somewhere.

Warnings: kidnapping, nonconsensual drugging, needles.

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Dick wakes to the taste of blood on his tongue.

Thankfully, after slowly moving his tongue around, it's just because he bit the inside of his cheek sometime between when he was knocked out and when he woke up. His head pounds like a war-drum with his heart as he tries to get ahold of his situation. Without opening his eyes, he assess his arms are restrained behind his back and he's sitting on an uncomfortable metal chair. His legs are also tied to the chair, keeping him from running.

The suit he wears feels suffocating, proof that—once again—him wearing Batman's cowl isn't some sort of sick joke. However, his shoulders are a bit lighter suggesting his cape has been taken. Not that he'll mourn it.

His cowl is on. He silently curses himself for not checking that first. It would be the first thing Bruce checked.

He always prioritized the identity. The mission. Secrecy before safety, Gotham before everything else. Not injuries, not friends, not family, partners-

Dick's eyes fly open, reminding him of the real thing he should have checked for first.

"Robin," he gasps out loud, looking wildly around the room and tugging on the ropes holding his back to the chair.

The room is dark and small, the walls made of cinder bricks that have water mold where it connects to the cement floor. In front of him is a metal table with a black, palm sized box placed on top. Dick ignores that for now and looks to his side, only relaxing when he finds Damian to his right, tied similarly to another chair with his chin to his chest. Only unconscious, Dick notes as he watches his stomach rise and fall.

However, anxiety flutters in his gut when he sees there's a dried trail of blood running down the side of his head.

"Robin," he tries again, knowing at the back of his head that Bruce would be telling him to be quiet. Check for cameras. Look for an escape route. Don't let them know you're awake until you have a plan-

Dick shakes his head. Damian could have a concussion, and that takes priority. Dick could have one as well, considering how badly his head hurts, but Damian is only ten years old and Dick knows better than anyone the lingering effects injuries could have when you're a child.

He presses his feet to the ground and pushes, attempting to slide closer to his protege. He does nothing more than jolt in place. There's not enough leverage.

However, it seems the sound of the metal scraping against the ground is enough to wake up the boy. He comes to with a small groan and a pain laced crease between his brow.

"Robin," Dick repeats a third time. He can do nothing but sit as Damian blinks slowly behind his mask; his shoulders tensing as he too notices the restraints.

Damian opens his mouth, but before any words could leave there's a loud clang. The door in front of Dick and Damian, on the other side of the table, swings open.

In walks three men; two are unfamiliar, but the third Dick recognizes from the case files he and Damian got from Gordon about a week ago. Jonas Gibbs. Known arms dealer and smuggler. He's made his moves in Gotham these past few weeks, getting the police and public nervous about shootings with illegal guns. Batman and Robin had finally pinned down the date, time, and location of his next shipment and intended to take him down then, but he was smart and had hired help from various mercenaries that Dick could confidently bet used to be in the military before they were dishonorably discharged.

The way they moved, worked, and attacked was too strategic and planned. It was only a matter of time before one got a lucky hit on Damian; a blow with the butt of their rifle across the kid's forehead. The barrel of the rifle pointed down at Damian's unconscious body was all it took for Dick to raise his hands in surrender.

And now they're here, in some damp old room. Tied to chairs. A table placed in front of them with a mysterious box set on top of it.

"Perfect timing," Gibbs says, grinning. The two other men, clearly mercs, stand on either side of him as he drags up a chair and sits on the other side of the table. "I was almost afraid we'd have to dump water to get you up."

"What do you want?" Dick growls. He must want something. He hasn't taken off the cowl… or at least he hasn't tried to get through the various traps to pull it off. It means he must need something that an identity reveal wouldn't give him.

"I'm glad you asked, Batman," Gibbs says, a grin spreading on his face. He looks to one of his goons and they immediately pull a small camera out from a bag they had around their shoulder. He points it at Dick.

Dick gets a bad feeling about all of this.

"I want you to tell your real name for the camera."

Dick glares. "Are you serious?"

"Very. One of my men has second degree burns thanks to that cowl of yours electrifying him. So, I decided I'll let you go without any more harm. You tell me your names, and I'll let you go. Won't even show the video to anyone. Well," he smirkes, "unless you get in my way."

Dick clenches his jaw. Besides him, Damian mumbles something.

"I'm going to give you to the count of three," Gibbs says, unphased. "Otherwise it will get unpleasant."

His eyes drift to the black box, signifying it's mysterious importance. Dick doesn't let it scare him. He's not going to let this low life criminal blackmail him... put him and his family in danger. He'll take whatever will be thrown at him until he can work out a way to escape.

Gibbs counts down, and he reaches zero uninterrupted.

"Well," Gibbs says, unsurprised. "The hard way then. Gag him."

The grunts move like clockwork, and before Dick knows it his face is being grabbed and held in place while the other shoves a rag into his mouth and wraps a layer of tape around his face to hold it there.

"Batman..." he hears Damian mumble as the grunts back up. He sounds out of it. In pain. Dick can only hope that the hit he took to his head isn't too serious.

Gibbs retakes his attention, however, when he reaches forward and presses a hatch on the side of the black box, flicking it open on spring-loaded hinges. What's inside makes Dick's stomach drop. A needle and a glass vial filled with a yellow tinted liquid lays neatly inside. One of the grunts lifts the needle and the vial to begin filling it up.

"Do you know what this is?" Gibbs asks as the liquid fills the syringe. "I've yet to test it on anyone, but word is from the man I bought it from... It forces the truth out of you." The grunts finishes filling the syringe and flicks the bubbles. "Truth serum."

Dick has no doubt that the serum will work. He only wonders why he's threatening with it while he's gagged.

When the grunt walks around the table to Damian, he doesn't wonder anymore.

He can only tug on his restraints as the grunt grabs Damian's arm to aim the needle. Damian, for his effort, attempts to pull away, but the weakness of his head injury and his restraints do nothing to stop the needle from entering the inside of his elbow.

"You could have done this the easy way, Batman," Gibbs says. Dick watches as the syringe is pressed down, pushing the liquid into Damian's body. "I never like getting children involved."

Damian squeezes his jaw shut and turns his head away from the needle in his arm. It only takes a moment before the grunt pulls the empty syringe out before returning to standing besides his leader. A bead of blood appears where the needle left Damian's skin, but the boy doesn't move.

The air feels solid. Dick can hardly breathe as he tries to conceal his panic. He wants nothing more than to get out of these restraints and punch Gibbs and his men into next year, but he can't reach anything useful to do so. All he can do is watch Damian sit stock still as drugs spread through his veins.

A minute passes as Gibbs sits there in smug silence. Then, when a few more moments pass, he speaks.

"Robin," he says. Damian flinches, but doesn't look his way. His jaw still clenched. The goon with the camera points it right at Damian. "Why don't we start with something easy? What's your favorite animal?"

Damian curls his fingers behind his back and keeps his jaw grinding shut.

"Tight lipped huh?" Gibbs chuckles. He doesn't look surprised. Or worried. "Don't worry, I was assured that once it's fully in your system, it will hurt more to say nothing. What's your favorite animal, Robin?"

Damian says nothing, but he looks ridged. Tense.

"You look uncomfortable, Robin. Do you feel it in your head? I promise it will get better when you stop resisting. Let's try something different while we wait. Are you from Gotham?"

Damian's knuckles must be white under his gloves.

"How about your favorite color? Is it blue?"

Damian breathes a shaky breath through his nose, and Dick's heart breaks. He works harder to find a weakness in his restraints.

"My, your resilience is admirable. Were you trained on this?" Gibbs asks. Damian remains stubborn, but Gibbs still doesn't look worried. "Who were you trained by?"

"The best," Damian whimpers, cutting himself off with a growl and shutting his jaw. Gibbs smiles.

"What's your favorite animal?"

Damian shakes his head, a frustrated cry caught in his throat.

This continues, Gibbs finding victory in the one slip and pressing with everything he's got. Dick doesn't know how long Damian can last like this, and he doesn't want to find out. With every passing second, Dick knows it's only a matter of time before Damian's lips loosen. No amount of training can beat a good concussion and drugs designed to make your lips loose.

"What grade are you? Do you have any friends?"

After each question, Dick can see more and more discomfort in Damian's position. He's beginning to fidget and whimper and Dick's... Dick's had enough.

"What's your favorite color, Robin?"

"Green," Damian says with strangled gasp, sounding horrified with himself.

Gibbs smirks like a predator, knowing he's finally won.

"What's your real name?"

Yeah. Dick's had enough. With a hard tug, the ropes around his wrists finally snap against where he's been rubbing at them with his gauntlets. Gibbs and his men can barely react before Dick's upon them, cutting away the rest of the ropes with a batarang from his belt. He makes quick work of them in their shock, knocking them out and leaving them on the floor in unconscious piles.

He almost bends to put cable ties on their arms and legs, but he hears a tight whimper behind him. The moment after, he's rushing over to Damian to undo the ropes.

"Are you okay?" Dick asks, cutting through the bonds.

Damian shakes his head. Dick almost kicks himself.

"It's okay," he quickly says. "No one can hear. Let it out."

He's almost afraid Damian will force himself to remain silent, but to his relief and heartache, Damian opens his mouth and lets out a heaving sob. "It hurts- it hurts-"

Dick finally undoes the ropes, then he pulls his kid in close to his chest. "Get it out," he soothes, rubbing Damian's back.

"Dogs-" Damian starts, dissolving into quick rambling breaths. Every question he had been asked begins to be answered. Dick holds him close and lets him get it out with his tears. Silently, he sends a message to Gordon to pick up Gibbs and his men, then he messages Alfred to get the med-bay and lab ready. Soon enough, Damian is silent except for pain laced gasps, he holds tight to Dick's chest as Dick lifts him up and stuffs the vial with extra serum into his belt.

"I got you," he says as Damian continues to cry all the way to the batmobile. "I got you."

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grey-water-colors · 3 years

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After All This Time (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Part 2

I went ahead and wrote the second chapter, I was so excited. I did a lot of research on PTSD and the triggers. I may not have a full grasp on it, but I hope I at least got some of it right. I feel kinda iffy on writing the characters, but I did my best to stay true to who they are. I hope you like this chapter!

Summary: The real world is a scary place, even more so when you’re alone. You live alone in a apartment filed with the ghosts of your memories. You’ve both changed since you last met your fiancé, but can love mend the gap after all this time.

Pairing: Bucky X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of torture, violence, yelling. Talks about triggers and PTSD. Mentions of death and killing. If there are any that I missed please let me know!

Word Count: 2,492

Part 1

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“Steve, I don’t understand why you’re dragging me out here to this museum.”

“They told me that they made a new addition to the Captain America exhibit and I didn’t want to go alone.”

Bucky clenched his vibranium hand and continued to follow Steve. “Did they at least tell you what it’s about?”

Steve sighed, “No, they didn’t. I wish they had though, I hate going into these things blind. Who knows what they’ve dug up.

“Steve, did you find it?”

“Uh, yeah Buck. I don’t think you want to see it though. It’s something they had no business digging in”

“What is it Steve. And don’t even think of lying to me, I know you too well.”

Steve sighed and led Bucky to the new exhibit. A memorial just like Bucky’s, but it was dedicated to Y/N L/N.

Bucky scoffed but read it out loud anyways. “Y/N L/N was a childhood friend of both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Y/N met the two in 1923 and they were close ever since. In 1941 record says that she became engaged to Sargent Barnes, but never married. Y/N was drafted as an Army Nurse but died in Germany in 1944.” A picture of her before the war and in a case were her dog tags, which was weird. If she hadn’t been found, how were her tags here.

Bucky trailed off, the rest just going on about what kind of person she was. They stood in silence for a while, both staring at her picture. Steve finally broke the silence, “How much of her do you remember?”

Bucky looked away and tried to remember the girl in front of him. Flashes of smiles, tears, and laughter floated through his head, but he could only focus on one memory.

“I don’t remember her before the war.” Steve’s head moved to look at Bucky so fast that his neck cracked.

“What do you mean before the war Buck.”

He looked at Steve and backed up until he could collapse on a bench. A deep breath then, “I remember seeing her when I was the Winter Soldier. I vaguely remember a mission, maybe a couple, and then an order. I couldn’t help myself. All I could do was watch as I choked her to death, them dragging her away after declaring her dead.”

He shook his head as if he could erase the memory, make it disappear to never see again.

“If you killed her-“ Steve paused, “If you went on missions with her then she didn’t die in 1944. She was captured by Hydra. Then there could be a possibility that she, well that she could still be alive. Could it be possible that it was staged? Buck is there any chance at all that she could still be alive?”

Bucky shook his head again and looked at his hands. “I felt it Steve, I felt her neck crush. There’s no way she survived that.”

He took a deep sigh and felt the world shift, his heart plummeted to the ground as he realized the full gravity of what happened. “Oh god. Oh god, I killed her. I killed my fiancé, Steve.”

Steve just sat down next to Bucky, still in shock. She had been a good friend to Steve. They had come from similar backgrounds, hell they had grown up together, she understood him in a way that Bucky never could have at the time. She had been there when needed and even when she wasn’t. A ray of sunshine in a dreary New York. He had taken a picture of them after Bucky had proposed. They were all so happy.

It shook Steve to his core that Hydra had gotten their hands on her. He couldn’t imagine the horrors that she had gone through, might still be going through much like his best friend. Was she as much of a shell as Bucky?

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It felt good to walk into her apartment without having to break in. She had hassled every office and bank that had her name in its databases to get her back as a registered live, human being. And to get electricity and water going to her place.

She had already been living in the apartment, but now she could cook, light a fire, and make noise. With her accounts opened again, she bought a couple pairs of clothes to wear while she cleaned the place.

Starting with the kitchen she cleaned every surface, threw away all the canned food that had been left behind.

By the time she had finished cleaning, she was physically exhausted, but she couldn’t bring herself to sleep in the master bedroom. She had managed to turn off her emotions for the day. No tears had been spilled because there had been work to get done. But her new superpower didn’t work now that she had nothing to do. Y/N stood in the middle of the living room desperately trying to stuff her emotions back into the box they had been in, but they had seen their chance and taken it.

Tears filled her eyes and she took her first real look around the place she had once called home. It was like she had never left at all. A place for everything and everything in its place. She turned to face the worn leather wingback. The thick blanket draped over the back just like it always had. She shuffled over to the chair and sat down in it. The leather was cold but familiar with the smell of her life before the war. Ghosts of days past floated through the air around her. She curled up in the chair, thick blanket pulled over her.

Things had been so easy then, and it would be so easy now to just fall back into that time when everything was perfect. Except the person that had helped make it perfect wasn’t here. A tear fell from her cheek onto the leather, and she quickly brushed it off not wanting to ruin the chair.

As she was wallowing in self-pity, a fight broke out on the street below her window, voices piercing the air and pulling her back to a place she never wanted to go again.

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Project Cecilia had become a nightmare. A nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. The project was a testing ground of trial and error. They tested the trial serums, triggers, enforcers, and everything else to make sure that they wouldn’t damage whoever took the role of Winter Soldier. The project was named after the scientist who did most of the testing.

The serums were bad, it felt like lighting her blood on fire, like hell itself was inside her. But trigger testing was far worse. For every test or experiment, a trigger experiment came after. Is sound more effective than smell? Are words better than sounds? What kind of words work better than others?

Trial and error for over 30 different types of triggers until they settled on a list of words that would mean something to the Winter Soldier. Her mind was blocked off so carefully that she couldn’t remember anything before the last trigger.

Here she was, testing how much electricity a super soldier could take before things started to shut down. And then the doctor walked in. Constantine Cecilia was the man who haunted her dreams. She couldn’t ever quite remember who he was, but somehow she knew that when he arrived, things would be bad.

“How is our little rabbit doing today? I believe a congratulations are in order, you finished testing.”

He put on plastic gloves and his assistant walked up to them both. “She’s due for sound this time.”

The doctor smiled. “Good good.”

Things were going well; the set-up went smoothly. She was ready to receive the trigger, the thing her mind would take as a trauma to seal away all of the bad.

But then a fight broke out, and then people were yelling, screaming at each other. The trigger was set.

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Shuri had done her best at getting rid of the physical effect of the triggers, and by best, she was completely successful. Unfortunately, there was still an emotional effect that came with the triggers. Certain smells, sounds, colors, and even sometimes emotions would send her spiraling into a memory. Most were memories that terrified her, they brought her back to Hydra and their torture. Some were good, like remembering life before the war.

They happened less at home, surrounded by memories of a past that never hurt. The outside world was what tortured her. Going outside was like sentencing herself to relive the worst of her life.

And she remembered it all. Hydra had done such a good job of playing Tetris with her brain that every time that Shuri released a trigger, she remembered everything. Y/N bet that Dr. Cecilia was laughing in his grave at her tragedy.

Y/N fell asleep under the thick blanket on the chair of the man she had loved more than anything else in the whole world.

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Y/N decided to visit the Veterans Center, hoping that they magically had the cure for what Shuri called PTSD. She walked inside and was met with the smell of burnt coffee and laughter down the hall. She followed the noise until she came to what looked like a break room, or a very poor excuse for a kitchen.

A tall man took notice of her and he excused himself to go talk to her.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“I, uhh, came here to talk to someone, hopefully.” Y/N cursed herself for feeling so small. She was a veteran after all. She just fought in a different war.

“Are you a vet?”

“Yes?”

He smiled, “Well then welcome. My name is Sam Wilson. I help run this place. Mostly I work with the people though. Business isn’t really my style.”

Y/N gave a weak smile.

Sam spoke up again, much to her relief. “Why don’t we go somewhere to talk so we aren’t standing in a door way.”

She merely nodded and followed Sam to a room with foldable chairs and a couple beat up sofas.

After they had sat down, and awkward silence filled the air. Sam cleared his throat, “So what’s your name?”

Y/N took a deep breath and “My name is Y/N”

Sam nodded. “What war did you serve in Y/N?”

She froze, of course she could just answer him. She heard there was a whole museum dedicated to the two oldest people on the planet, so why was it so hard?

“You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t comfortable with it. I’m not going to force you into anything here. It’s a safe place.” The genuinely caring smile on his face helped her relax.

“I fought in World War II.”

Sam looked startled for a second. “Excuse me?”

“I was a nurse with the Red Cross in World War II.”

She watched as Sam’s shoulders dropped. Y/N prepared to fight, to tell him that it was true, without going through the horrors that she had witnessed. She prepared to give him the riot act like she had for every person who hadn’t believed her at the bank and social security office.

Instead, he started laughing. “Man, I wonder how many more of you there are out there,” Sam said between breaths.

The look of confusion on her face must have put more puzzle pieces together for him at how lost she really was.

“You… You actually believe me?”

“Yeah I do! I work with the other two.”

She suddenly felt cold, like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over her head. While Shuri had told her about James, or Bucky, and about Steve and how they both lived in New York in the Avengers Compound, it had never occurred to her that they were so close. So close, yet so far away. Her heart dropped.

“How exactly do you know them? You said you worked with them, so you must be an Avenger I suppose.”

“How much do you know about this time and place?”

She felt, for the first time since she left Wakanda, that someone understood. Only a fraction maybe, but an understanding all the same. Sam somehow knew that she didn’t know much about the present she found herself in. She didn’t really care to learn either though, the world was scary, and she had to face it alone for the first time in her life.

“Not much. I’ve only been off ice for about 9 and a half months now. Most of that was spent in Wakanda, while Shuri worked on getting rid of my triggers.” The more she talked the more Sam’s face filled with understanding and horror and that scared her.

“You were captured by Hydra weren’t you?”

All she could do was nod, her head held low.

“I won’t ask about that. I know better than that. I can’t even begin to imagine the horrors you’ve been through.

“Well, I’m the Falcon, I fly and I see things really well with my goggles. Other than that I’m just a human, no serum or anything.”

It was like all she could do was nod her head, she had been robbed of words.

“Would it be ok if I went home?”

“Of course! Nothing is keeping you here. I’m glad we met, and you’re more than welcome to come by anytime at all. We do close at 9 pm, but here’s my phone number if you need anything after those hours.”

More nodding. Y/N rushed home.

The first thing she did was climb into the chair, drape the blanket over her, and tell a ghost of what happened.

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“Sam are you ok? You seem distracted today”

“Yeah. Yeah man I’m good.” Sam looked at Steve for a minute. “Say have you ever met someone named Y/N L/N? She came into the VA today and when I asked what war she fought in she said WWII. She was captured by Hydra. I didn’t press her on it, she got that same look that Bucky does when it gets brought up.”

Steve froze. “What was her name?”

“Y/N L/N, do you know her?”

“Are you sure about what you told me?”

“Yeah. Why? What’s going on?”

“What did she look like?”

“She had H/L hair and E/C eyes. She was about yay-tall” Sam held up a hand to about her height. “Again, do you know her?”

“I promise I’ll tell you later, but I gotta go.”

Steve took off running through the compound until he got to Bucky’s door. He hadn’t seen Bucky since the museum, but this was important. He pounded on the door, “Buck! Bucky! Open the door!”

A quiet mumbled “Go away Steve” came as a response.

“Bucky,” Steve pleaded. “She’s alive. Sam met her today.”

Silence.

Then the door opened. “Where?”

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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Chapter Nine - A New Friend

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: YIKES I haven’t updated in a while....... welp here’s the new chapter :D

The house was much quieter without Izuku around. With your father still on the mend and confined to his room and Izuku now living with his wife, you were left to your own devices. And you didn’t know what to do. You dabbled in painting, but the watery lines and strokes you painted left you feeling disappointed in your work. You tried to needlepoint a lilac design to go on a pillow as a gift for Lord Bakugou, but one too many pricks in your index finger caused you to stop. So, you were left with a sore arm, a pricked finger, and nothing to do.

“Y/N!” Mei’s shout did nothing to rouse you from the little couch you were perched on, staring out towards the garden. “Y/N?” Mei placed a light hand on your shoulder and shook you once, then twice, then three times before your eyes met hers.

“Yes, Mei, what is it.” You said with a dejected sigh. Your head maid frowned and smoothed out the chiffon material that looked as if it was fluttering off your shoulder.

“Why don’t we go out today? I’ve heard that little boutique in town, the one you adore, has received a new shipment of dresses and accessories. We do need to start building a much larger closet since the winter balls are coming up. Perhaps we could peruse the newest additions for some yellow?” A hint of a smile quivers over your lips.

“Perhaps we shall,” you decide, making haste to grab your little purse, along with your gloves and furred shawl. The Autumn winds had recently decided to descend upon Musutafu, and you intended to escape the chilly seasons of both Autumn and Winter scot-free of a cold or flu. “I’m going to speak to Father quickly before our departure. Could you ready the carriage?” With a quick nod and a dash, Mei was off towards the front of the house while you ascended the stairs and stopped in front of your father’s door. It only took two light raps on the wood for your father to beckon you inside. You find him sitting up, this morning’s newsletter in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. A wash of relief brushes over you as you see that his cheeks have become fuller and his eyes have brightened.

“Hello my dear, are you going out?” He asks, setting the newsletter gently to the side so he can pat the empty space on the bed, inviting you to sit down. You oblige and nod.

“Yes, Mei and I both decided that it would be in my best interest to purchase some new dresses for the winter balls… and for me to get out of this house for a bit.” Your Father smiles knowingly and holds your hand lightly.

“It is difficult, not hearing Izuku’s muttering all day, hmm? I remember it would be an incessant bother to you when you were younger. What was it you would say? Ah, yes. ‘Izuku, there is no need to force your thoughts aloud. I’m younger than you and I contain them just fine within my own head.’” Your father chuckles, earning a sad smile from you.

“I never thought that I would miss it much. Now I feel that there is a void within this house.” Just as you finished speaking, a realization struck you. Izuku was off and married, living in one of the many houses owned by your family. When it comes time for you to be married… that would leave your father all alone.

“Tell me what troubles you.” Your father gives you a kind smile, but it doesn’t do much to soothe your worries. “Your mother always held the same expression when she was perplexed on some matter.”

“It’s nothing, Father.” You say, more trying to reassure yourself than him. “I was merely… thinking about my current status.” You couldn’t open a window into your father’s mind, but if you were able to, you would’ve known that he knew the issue you explained was not the one troubling you the most. But, he played along.

“Oh, I don’t think you need to trouble your mind and heart too much over that thought Dear. I wouldn’t be surprised if within the next couple of months we will be planning another wedding.” Even though Shouto had already told you about his intentions, your eyes still widened at your father’s words.

“Has he met with you in regards to an engagement?” You ask quickly, a frantic tone laced with your words. Your father chuckles and closes his eyes, leaning back against the pillows propping him up.

“Now Y/N, that would ruin the surprise, would it not? You should probably run along now downstairs, I’m sure Mei is patiently waiting for your company. With a smile of disbelief, you shake your head and squeeze your father’s hand in lieu of a hug.

“Alright. I’ll be back before supper.” You say, letting the skirt of your chiffon dress swish as you hurry downstairs.

“This one is too poofy. That one, not enough. My word, look at the colors on that one? What on earth were those seamstresses thinking?” Says Mei, thinking aloud. The both of you, donned in your winter petticoats and shawls, peruse through Henrietta’s, your favorite boutique. They always seemed to have the dresses and accessories that fit you best, both to flatter your physical features and to speak to your soul. You thought all of them were quite nice. Mei, on the other hand, had a harsh opinion on which ones needed to be purchased. You remove your gloves to let your hand trail over the material of a couple dresses, the different materials creating an interesting sensation on your fingertips. From lace, to tulle, to silk and chiffon, they all seemed quite appealing to you. Especially one in a baby blue, looking light and airy yet perfect for the icy winter months to come.

“Mei, what do you think of this one?” You say, your eyes still glued to the dress as you trail your fingers along the soft silk.

“That one’s too… actually it’s quite nice.” Mei says, taking a step forward to get a closer look.

“Nice? I believe the word you’re looking for is beautiful!” Both you and Mei spin around to find the speaker, only for your breath to be sucked tightly back in. In front of you, with the kindest smile you think you’ve ever seen on a person, stands Lady Todoroki, Shouto’s elder sister. In your brain, you try to configure several conversation starters or comments, but you just kept coming up empty, leaving you speechless and a bit embarrassed. Lady Todoroki, though, with the grace that seemed to flow through her naturally, continued for you. “And on you, my days Lady Yagi, you would just take every thought and word and snatch them right out of my younger brother’s mind and mouth!” She says with a giggle, earning a shy smile from you. “I’m sorry the last time we spoke you were privy to… an unfortunate, but common, occurance in our household.” With a sheepish smile, Lady Todoroki’s gaze flits across the room. Your mind is brought back to that day inside the Todoroki estate and all of the painful, heartbreaking things that followed. You shake your head a bit to try and chase away those thoughts, and instead offer Lady Todoroki a smile.

“Well, what’s in the past is in the past. What brings you here today?” You ask sweetly, earning a grin from Lady Todoroki.

“Henrietta’s is only my favorite boutique! I’ve heard a little rumour that they got a new arrival - from France!” A gasp is heard from beside you.

“France?!” Mei squeals, earning giggles from both you and Lady Todoroki.

“Mei, could you perhaps ask the shopkeeper if we could potentially be privy to those new arrivals?” With an eager nod and a faux salute, Mei scurries away leaving you and the man who was courting you’s sister. “So, Lady Todoroki-”

“Please do call me Fuyumi. My brother talks about you so constantly, I feel as if we’ve been close friends all this time!” You laugh and nod.

“Then call me Y/N.” You see Fuyumi nod.

“Are you here shopping for the winter balls coming up? I can’t believe they are being held so soon!”

“Indeed,” you say, letting your fingers run over more fabric. “Mei insists that my wardrobe be better than it has ever been. It either has to do with her pride in me or just an excuse to grab the latest fashions.”

“Or it has something to do with Shouto.” Fuyumi says, making your expression flush. “But believe me, you could be dressed in any color or dress style, and he would be at your beck and call.”

Fuyumi, you discovered, was a friend like you’ve had before. With quick wit and intelligence paired with a kind demeanor and heart, the two of you got along fast and wonderfully. So wonderfully, in fact, that she invited you - along with Mei, who had boxes upon boxes of dresses and accessories, all newly bought, with her - to her estate. You had nothing but happy thoughts about the activity. The thought of having tea in what you assume to be the most exquisite parlors to have ever been built sounded like a fantastic way to spend an afternoon. The servants you saw during your last visit were kind and helpful, taking the boxes from you and Mei and putting them in a holding place while you and Fuyumi made your way towards the parlor. You had a smile on your face and a pep in your step. Oh, how quickly they can fall into a stationary stance and a petrified expression once your eyes meet the ones of the tall Duke of Endeavor. And oh, how fast the feeling of sudden dread and fear creeps into your soul as the man stares you down, no emotion but animosity behind his eyes. I guess tea is out of the question now.

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honeybunny-sawamura · 3 years

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Where My Heart Blooms

Pairings: Kita Shinsuke x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: yaho, darlings! First fic for the event ^-^ it may be a little early but Shan and I are running on JST so it’s Saturday here! Enjoy!

He must’ve dropped it during one of his rice deliveries. Kita Shinsuke patted the pockets of his pants, both front and back, and came up with only half a pair of his work gloves. This wouldn’t do; he still had a few rice paddies he needed to go through and there were too many stops in his morning deliveries to go back and check them all for just one glove.

He sighs and pockets the lonely glove, looking around the small-town center for a dollar store he can hop into. He spots one but the flower shop next to it catches his eye; they’re bound to have better ones than the dollar store. Plus, in the couple of times he has visited this small town, Kita has never seen this shop before. Judging by the glossy paintwork and the spotless décor, he guesses that it just opened up. He makes his way towards the flower shop, mind set on just getting the gloves he needs.

Yet when he steps inside, he’s in complete awe by what he’s greeted by: flowers of every type and color fill the little store to the brim, enticing people with their perky buds and sweet aroma. There are vases upon vases of various flowers and even the walls and ceilings have hanging flowerpots with colorful blossoms peeking from them. Kita feels like he’s walked into a wonderland as he takes in everything before him. With each step he takes inside, the young farmer is greeted by bundles of colors. He stops at each one to read the label cards before them; names of the plants all handwritten in a pretty cursive with little tips on how to care for them. He admires each flower he comes by, noticing that every one seems well taken cared for and handled with love. Whoever owns this little flower shop is putting their heart and soul into each bud and blossom.

“Hello! How can I help you today?” Kita looks up from the bunches of lilacs to see you, the flower shop’s owner, setting an empty vase down and offering him a friendly tilt of the head. He takes in a small breath at the sight of you; you’re as bright and beautiful as all the flowers he’s surrounded by and something in his chest starts to bud.

“Umm… I’m wondering if you sell any gloves? I need it for work and I lost one,” he tells you; even holding up the companionless glove as evidence. The sight of it makes you giggle and Kita thinks it’s the sweetest sound. You beckon him over to the back of the shop where the registers are. He follows, wondering how to start a conversation with you. A bunch of ideas whizz through his head but he grasps onto none. It’s even harder to think of a topic when you turn around to face him and flash a pretty smile while presenting to him where the gloves are: on one of the shelves near the paying counter.

“So you like flowers?” his mouth suddenly blurts out before his brain can decide what it should say. The fair-haired farmer has half the mind to just walk out of the shop in pure embarrassment but stays when you brighten up at his question.

“I do! It’s the reason why I opened this shop,” you reply and proceed to tell him your love for flowers. Kita listens intently to your every word, sometimes interjecting to ask you a genuine question or comment on the similar knowledge you two share. He swells a bit with pride when you commend him for his work as a rice farmer and providing high quality rice for the small towns around.

“It’s not a job most people will take, and it is grueling on most days but I quite like it,” he tells you and you admire him for it. You can see the hard work he puts in from the golden tan on his skin, calloused hands resting on the counter, and firm muscles peeking under his shirt. You blush slightly and distract yourself from staring more by talking about the start up of your shop. Kita finds the pink in your cheeks adorable but then again, he thinks everything about you is lovely. The way you speak so passionately about something you’re so fond of and readily share your experiences has the bud in his chest starting to sprout. Unfortunately, he can’t stay and talk with you more but along with the gloves he buys a pack of carnation seeds. You perk up at his additional purchase and throw in a little something for free to help with taking care of these flowers. Kita tries to pay for that inclusion, but you bargain with him to come back to the shop and update you with how the carnations go. He gives you the softest of smiles and promises to do so. You wave him farewell as he leaves your shop and both of you think of how you can’t wait to see the other soon.

Kita comes over the week after and judging by the delighted look he gives you; the carnations are coming out well. The young rice farmer tells you so and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your body when you can hear the elated tone in his voice and see the proud sparkle in his eyes. It makes you happy that he seems to be enjoying something you love. Like the week before, the two of you spend a good hour or so talking; this time getting to know each other. You tend to the flowers as he tells you about his high school days and he helps you water the buds as you share your own. Kita doesn’t stay long like last time, but he does buy another pack of flower seeds; this time it’s begonias. Once again, he promises to come back and update you on them.

This starts becoming a weekly thing for the two of you: Kita visits your flower shop and the two of you talk for a while about everything and anything. It could be about how his harvest is going or which high school buddy visited him recently. For you, it could be about the next batch of flowers coming in soon or how you miss your family. Sometimes there are other customers in the shop with the two of you and they often give a knowing glance. Both of you try not to dwell on that too long; clearing your throats and looking away from each other with pink stained cheeks. But whenever Kita leaves, he always buys a pack of flower seeds; each one different from the week before. You see him off with a tool or a tip to help the flowers grow and that he come back next time to update him on how they go.

Once he came into the flower shop with a pout on his face and you immediately knew that he was experiencing a hiccup with the new set of flowers he was trying to grow; hyacinths this time. He tells you his problem and even shows a picture on his phone of his predicament. You immediately notice what’s wrong and with a bright reassuring smile, you give him advice on how to fix it. The farmer’s mood perks up at that and he takes note to do as you say. Not wanting to leave the store empty handed, he buys a bouquet of your best flowers. “For my grandmother,” he tells you with the most affectionate tone that you make sure to wrap it in the best wrapping paper and tie the bow to the upmost perfection. You’ve heard about this wonderful woman from Kita and you take it upon yourself to have him give the prettiest bouquet to the woman who helped shaped him. The week after you feel warmth spread throughout your chest when he tells you how much his grandmother loved it and still has it sitting prettily in her favorite vase.

Weeks turn into months and soon Kita had a garden full of colorful flowers that he’s sure you’d be impressed by. He’s proud of each one and he tends to them fondly; they remind him of you. Every time he comes back from tending the seemingly endless fields of rice, seeing the small but bright garden blooming sweetly in front of his porch soothes him. He can see your lovely smile in the crocus, hear your laughter when the larkspurs blow in the wind, and smell your perfume in the amaryllises. Each seed he had bought from you grew and bloomed into beautiful flowers while his affections for you blossomed immensely in his chest. Kita could no longer deny that he looks forward to visiting your flower shop every week; yearning to see you and earnest to hear your stories for the day. Sure, the two of you exchanged numbers three months into your weekly meet ups and text often, but it wasn’t the same as talking to each other face to face. And while the two of you hinted to the other that you both wanted something more than just your weekly visits, neither of you could find the courage to ask the other out. You and Kita continuously danced around the concept of taking the relationship further that the people in the small-town center were wondering if they should take matters into their own hands. But they figured if fate wanted you and him to be together, it’ll happen.

Valentine’s Day was just a couple of days away and Kita was once again in your flower shop. It was busy with customers making reservations for Valentine bouquet deliveries and needing help with buying the right flowers for their loved ones. He watched you flitter about the shop, professional smile on full blast, as you suggest camellias to a customer only for them to insist on just roses. The fair-haired farmer helps you water some of the young buds as you finish up with this customer and watches you sigh as they finally leave so it’s just you and him.

“Valentine’s Day has you busy…” he comments while making his way towards you to the counter. You nod tiredly at him.

“Yeah… I knew this would happen. Lots of people wait to the last minute to reserve their Valentine’s Day bouquet. Was like that when I worked at my friend’s flower shop,” you take the watering can from Kita and thank him for the help before continuing,

“I like helping people with their bouquets. A lot of people pair the wrong flowers together or buy the wrong one to express their feelings, so I try to help. But most don’t care. They just go with the basic roses. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Just… So many other flowers can express how much you feel about the person you’re giving them to.” Kita nods, remembering you had talked to him a little about flowers having meaning and symbolisms. You only taught him a few of them but he went home later that day and learnt a bunch more himself.

“Red camellias are symbols of love, passion, and deep desire,” he recalls out loud and he smiles when your eyes widen in surprise before crinkling in mirth.

“Right! See? They would have been perfect for that guy earlier!” you exclaim before sighing. It seems only Kita cares about what each flower symbolizes. He gives you an apologetic look, knowing something like this is important to you.

“Well, at least the people who’ll give you bouquets for Valentine’s Day will know you’ll appreciate them,” he starts but then tilts his head in confusion when you smile a bit sadly at his comment.

“I usually don’t get bouquets,” you confess, fiddling with the water can you took from him earlier. “Because people know I work with flowers, I get other things instead. I don’t mind but…” You don’t get to finish that sentence when a group of giggling college girls come in, all looking to get something for their special person for Valentine’s Day. You smile apologetically to Kita before you greet the young women and go over to help them. Kita doesn’t mind though as an idea pops into his head. He excuses himself from the flower shop and you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed that you didn’t get to ask what he has planned for Valentine’s Day. Your heart sinks at the thought of him spending it with someone else but shake it off when one of the girls calls you over.

Valentine’s Day itself is incredibly busy for you and it’s filled with calls to and from delivery companies along with impatient customers or last minutes changes and cancellations. You don’t have time to think that you, yourself, have no Valentine’s of your own with everyone else bothering you to get their loved ones the best bouquets you have to offer. Even when you have time to breath, you’re checking stock and tending to the remaining flowers. A bundle of lavender has you thinking of a handsome white-haired farmer for just a moment, his serene smile and dark golden eyes making your heart do flips, before the shrill ring of the store’s phone jolts you and your hurry over to answer. The whole day is eventful and when the sun finally sets, you turn the OPEN sign to CLOSED in relief. You survey the shop and you’re quite pleased that most of your flowers have been bought out. A new shipment should be coming in tomorrow and you decide that you’ll set that up tomorrow. While you go to throw your work apron onto the counter, the bell to the shop jingles. You sigh, figuring that it’s a customer looking for that last minute gift. You turn around to apologize and tell them that the shop’s closed but the person speaks first,

“For the most beautiful girl in town.” You come face to face with a huge bouquet. You blink in surprise at all the colorful flowers that greet you and it takes you a moment to take them in your hands.

“I hope they’re umm… To your liking.” You lower the bouquet to see Kita Shinsuke standing before you, blush set on his cheeks and dressed in a nice gray dress shirt and black slacks. He looks so dashing in his outfit and a bit different from when he wears his work clothes; it’s all you ever see him in to be honest. Though there’s uncertainty swirling in his eyes, determination and affection shines from them and makes you blush. You avert your eyes from the intensity of his stare to which he misunderstands. He fidgets a little,

“Ah… I’m sorry I- Was I too…” he starts but you lift your gaze back at him and shake your head.

“No no! I-I… I just… I wasn’t expecting this,” you say softly, and you hug the bouquet slightly. You take a good look at it and realize that Kita had bought seeds for almost all of them. Were they…?

“They’re from the seeds I bought from here. I tried my best to grow them but… I know they’re not as beautiful as the ones you have in your shop…” Kita confesses humbly. Your heart wants to burst out of your chest at how sweet he’s being and that he plucked flowers from his own garden to give them to you for Valentine’s Day. And not only that, but you also see that he has picked certain flowers for their meaning and you fall more in love with him with each one you can define.

“Roses for love. Sunflower for adoration. Carnations can be love and admiration. Lilac to symbolize the beginning of love. And tulips for true love and… Hope.” You interpret aloud before returning your gaze at him. A smile blooms on your face when you see how pink he has become. Kita doesn’t know how to reply to you, but he extends one of his hands out to you. You don’t hesitate to reach out and slip one of yours into his and squeeze it softly. He takes a step towards you and you do the same to him. His golden eyes hold yours steadily, even when he reaches up with his other hand to brush a stray strand of your hair away from your face. You lean into his touch and the Kita’s features soften at that. He slowly leans down to press a kiss to your lips, hesitating for a moment, but you gently push forward and capture his lips with yours. The two of you share a sweet kiss in the middle of your flower shop and all the flowers sigh in content. Kita pulls away from you to take in how beautiful you look right now before whispering,

“Be my Valentine?”

“Yes.”

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theravenclawlover · 3 years

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I Know What You Did Last Summer

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: +18, heavy smut, cheating, angst, fluff, descriptions of violence, guns, strong language, and gore (?).

Word Count: 10,564.

Summary: Reader and Steve have been dating for some time. One day Steve leaves for a mission. A moment between Bucky and the reader might disturb the order of things, and not for the best.

Chapter Number: 3 (last part).

Chapter Title: How It Ended.

A/N: The last part is up! This is longer than the other two chapters but this one has a lot of crap and that smut part is sinful as hell. I literally put the original version to shame with this. I did take out the booty stuff but oh well. Y'all really liked the first part with Steve, I think this one might break some of y'all. I need Jesus after this. Also, this is a sad story lmao.

The sun was bright even with the blinds that covered the window. You softly groaned to yourself as the light made it to your face, your closed eyes now seeing through the red-looking flesh of your eyelids. You felt incredibly warm, but it wasn’t bad, it was nice. It reminded you of Steve’s warm body. With that thought in mind, you moved closer to your heat source. Your arms were wrapped around a broad torso, legs tangled with long legs, and suddenly you were aware of the faint coldness that your right hand felt. Begrudgingly, you opened one of your tired eyes to see what that cold thing was, and you were met with the sight of a metal arm. Your eyes went wide when you noticed who you’d been cuddling.

Bucky was snoring softly, mouth a little open as he dreamt. He had his flesh arm holding your head which you hadn’t noticed, his legs were encasing yours, and his chest rose softly as your face met with it. You looked up to see his sleeping face and that was a mistake. He looked so vulnerable, he rarely slept this peaceful as you’ve been witness to the scowl he always had. He looked beautiful, hair ruffled which covered half his face, the light hit his pale cheeks, and his lips had never looked so rosy as they did then. You didn’t want to move, you just wanted to bask in the peaceful bubble you had found yourself in, but you needed to pee really bad.

You cursed yourself as you tried to shift from him without waking Bucky in the process. You moved your legs slowly, your eyes shifting from them to Bucky’s face every other second to make sure he was still sleeping. Your right leg was the first one to untangle from his legs, but as you moved it so did your hips. This made you shift a little higher and had been the reason why now you could feel last night’s warning. You stifled some giggles as you tried not to think much about the fact that you could feel Bucky’s dick clear as day. He had clearly gone commando under his sweats. You bit your lip a little when you softly graced his crotch with your inner thigh. Apparently Bucky felt it in his sleep as a small whimper escaped his partially gaping mouth. You rolled your eyes as the sound made your heart flutter and it raised goosebumps on your heated skin. You glanced up to see him stirring awake, and without any other glace at him, you removed yourself from him and walked toward the bathroom as if you hadn’t noticed the fact that he was hard and had whimpered at the feeling of you gracing his dick through his sweats which had made you gush a ridiculous amount of slick onto your underwear.

You took half an hour in the bathroom as you got ready for breakfast which had caused you to miss the knock on the door to your room. You stepped out of the bathroom to see Bucky shutting the door behind him. You couldn’t help yourself from quickly glancing down to see that his boner had gone. You didn’t dare think how he’d managed to make it go away.

“Morning,” said Bucky as he sleepily smiled at you. You blushed a little at how cute he looked.

“Morning, Buck.” You walked toward the closet, “who was that?”

“Oh, it just was the help. We are having breakfast brought to us as they are getting things ready for tonight,” he said as he grabbed his towel.

“Tonight?” you asked as you put your change of clothes on the bed. A knee-length blue dress seemed like the best idea.

“They’re having the first ball tonight. The help will come around five to get us ready,” said Bucky as he went into the bathroom.

“Already?” you asked with a hint of surprise in your voice. Bucky laughed before closing the door behind him. You groaned and threw yourself on the messy bed as you thought about the ball.

(…)

The rest of the day had been boring as you were stuck in your room with Bucky. You couldn’t call Steve as the man was probably sleeping. You slept throughout most of the morning and early afternoon, only waking up to eat or go to the bathroom. You had told yourself that sleeping like that would at least keep you up through the ball making sure you were alert of anything going on. Bucky had the same idea as you which only led to the both of you taking naps around the same time.

Right at five o’clock, a knock on your door woke you and Bucky from your deep slumber. He rose from the bed before you could and opened the door to reveal a team of people that were there for you both.

“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. O’Connell. We are here to get you both ready for the ball,” a tall black woman with a thick accent which was similar to Prince T’Challa’s said as she showed the people that stood behind her with all it was needed.

“Come on in,” said Bucky as he let them in the room. You stood from the bed and smiled as they gave curt nods to you.

They immediately started to set up things around the room. From the makeup station to a dress rag and a changing area that gave you privacy and allowed them to help you with it. You and Bucky looked at each other at the number of things that now filled the room, it had you both anxious. You both knew it was mostly things that you would need, but even Bucky had to admit that he felt overwhelmed at the idea of having that many people prep you. It almost reminded him of himself and the times he would have to get prepped before a mission. Of course, the people around them were lively and had smiles on their faces, they even had set up some music that helped relax them both. Even if it was overwhelming him, he didn’t mind having this image replace his old ones.

Once they were done with everything, you were seated in front of the set-up vanity so they could start with your hair while they got your nails done. As you got groomed like never before, Bucky was also getting his hair done which had made him wear a scary glare, but everyone was unfaced by it which made you stifled your laugh. They were even getting rid of his ever-growing beard which he had protested for ten minutes before he gave in after receiving glares from the team. He couldn’t win, but neither could you. You both had to undergo a major change as you two were undercover and it seemed the boss, the tall lady, knew about that, unlike her team. After a while, you were unable to even move due to them doing your hair and makeup. Bucky was ready by six-thirty while you were still on the damn chair waiting for them to finish with your makeup. Now it was just you in that room. The dress fitting had definitely been the worse part of the whole ordeal and the heels were already hurting you and you hadn’t even walked on them yet. Just like Bucky, you had to take out the weapons you were going to be hiding on you, but only the boss lady helped you with that inside the big closet where they were hidden. Finally, by eight you were completely done. Dress, shoes, jewelry, and guns. You did stare at yourself for what felt like ages in the mirror. You had never looked so elegant, sexy, and classy. Your hair was loose in soft waves after having it cut, it now had highlights that made you look and feel like a different person. Your dress was a navy-blue gala dress that had a slit that allowed your left leg to be somewhat exposed. It was a low cut but the beautiful necklace they had chosen for you added a touch of classiness that you could never pull on your own. Your heels were a soft light skin color that looked elegant on your feet. You grinned to yourself as you could only imagine Bucky’s reaction to you.

You walked with caution as you made your way toward the stairs that would lead you into the main room where the ball was being held. You couldn’t afford to miss a step and promptly die from a broken neck or worse not die from it and just die from the shame after falling down the stairs. You grabbed the railing of the stairs as you walked with your head held high as you looked for Bucky amongst the large crowd. Everything looked beautiful, almost as if from a movie. You had almost forgotten you were there on a mission, you felt like a princess like in one of those books Natasha had bought you for your birthday after you had admitted that you were a sucker for them.

You were halfway through your way down when you saw Bucky waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Fuck, the way your stomach fluttered at the sight of him. He stood there looking attractive in that all-black suit they had given him. He even had his metal hand covered by a glove. You noticed how his face was clean-shaven which made him look ten times younger than he looked and the man bun they had given him had made your legs shake a bit. He looked utterly ethereal, this was James Barnes living in the twenty-first century. You hadn’t noticed the way he had been looking at you as you finally arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

"Wow, Sarge, you look good,” you said with a teasing grin, but you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips as you finished your sentence.

"Well, why thank you, doll.” He closed his gaping mouth as he smiled at you. His eyes took you in once more before offering his flesh arm. “You look gorgeous, Tiny. I think my new mission is to protect you from other men. Steve would appreciate it."

"What a friend. I'll be sure to tell Steve of your kind service." You tried not to blush as Bucky’s gaze wouldn’t leave your body as you two made way around the hall in search of the royal family.

The night had gone without a hitch. It seemed today being the first night, HYDRA had opted to miss the ball. No one acted suspiciously which made both of you very suspicious. After having found the royal family near the entrance, you and Bucky were never more than ten feet away from them, eyes on them. You two weren’t alone on that task, the Dora Milaje was also there to protect the King and his family. During his welcome speech, things had gotten a bit tense as a drunk guest had given you and Bucky a scare. But after the ball became more lively, you and Bucky were able to enjoy the nice atmosphere as you drank, danced, and laughed throughout the night. You couldn’t help but miss Steve and how this would have been a nice mission to share with him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it felt nice to have Bucky with you. You had to admit that you two looked the part of the married couple, and the wedding band that the two of you carried felt heavy the more the night progressed. It was all fake but for some reason, it felt natural to be intimate with him in front of everyone. His touch was convincing, the kisses he would plant on your cheek whenever someone looked at you in a scandalous way had you blushing and muttering his name as a warning which only made him smirk and defend himself by blaming the inability of other men to look away from you. By the end of the night, you and Bucky reported anything suspicious to the King alongside the Dora Milaje’s report. He was glad to hear that everything had gone well, and most importantly, he was glad that you and Bucky had fun while doing your job. He made you blush when he, surprisingly, teased you both with how convincing you two had looked.

And so, every two nights Wakanda was awake at night as it received foreigners to celebrate the land and its people. And every single ball had been the same; no signs of HYDRA, nothing strange, no scares, no threats. It was unnerving as the nights seemed longer every ball. You and Bucky had almost forgotten that you two were undercover as you both now conversed with those interested to hear about how you two were friends of the royal family of Wakanda. You and Bucky deserved an Oscar with the performance you two were giving the poor suckers. You had met royalty you weren’t even aware existed, making mental notes about them to have them in the system once you were back in the States. You enjoyed the balls, yes, but you couldn’t deny the fact that the days of rest were the ones you looked for the most as you and Bucky were being shown Wakanda by Prince T’Challa and Princess Shuri—who insisted on being called Shuri.

But there was something in you that told you every day that everything was going too well for comfort either that being about the lack of issues with HYDRA or the fact that your relationship with Bucky had changed. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t anything romantic, but you couldn’t deny that your attraction to him had only grown and you knew his attraction to you had also evolved. God, the other day you two had unconsciously grinded into each other before he jumped off the bed and hid in the bathroom for an hour. Steve was clueless to all of that as he was only being told how much fun the balls were and how beautiful Wakanda was. He’d said that he was jealous that Bucky got to experience all that with you, and you both knew he’d meant it not in a bad way, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty as the days kept on passing by.

The last night had finally arrived and you were ready to go back home. You needed Steve, you needed him for a good week to yourself because you needed to be reminded who you loved, who you couldn’t lose.

The night had been just like every other night. Filled with music, chatter, laughter, and couples dancing through the night. That included you and Bucky, but your intimate bubble had been disrupted when both of you noticed two men talking heatedly. You wouldn’t have given them a second thought, but they hadn’t been at any other of the balls before this one. They were new faces, and they were already making you doubt they were even on the attendee list.

"There are two men that haven't been seen at the other parties. They are moving toward a back door," T'Challa’s voice confirmed your thoughts. The earpiece you had given him finally was being used. Which now seemed like something you shouldn’t hope for.

"We’ll go check it out," said Bucky as he stepped back from you and started to walk toward where the men had been standing, but you stopped him before he could take another step.

"I'll follow, you stay with the family," you said as you gave him a reassuring smile. He seemed to not want to stay behind, he knew the Dora Milaje could handle the family, but he didn’t want to fight you on it either. He sighed and nodded as he glanced where the King stood talking with some people.

"Be careful,” he said to you as he disappeared amongst the clueless crowd. You made your way toward the other end of the room and noticed the only back door that had been hidden by the decorations. You opened the door, making sure no one was following you or looking at you. You quickly close the door behind you, and you were met with a long hallway. There was barely any light which made it seem a tad creepy for your liking. You grabbed the gun that hid under your dress, made sure the heels of your shoes barely graced the floor as to quiet your steps.

"T'Challa, where is this hall leading me?" you said in a low voice as to not alert anyone in there.

"It should take you down to the palace’s basement. Nothing but fuses. It should be guarded,” he responded. He was very alert that if anyone dared to mess down there, the ballroom would be the first thing affected.

"Well, now that I know what is down here, they can shut down the power if they know how to access it. I’m guessing they don’t know the technology around here but if they do, I’ll need Shuri. I can only guess what they intend to do.” You were praying that whoever was down there hadn’t thought of blowing up the place. You were nearing the end of the hall when you noticed two men laying on the floor. They both had two bullet wounds on their forehead, and blood pooled around them. You guessed these were the people in charge of guarding the place.

“We have two men down,” you said but before you could continue, two voices made you stop on your tracks.

"Beeil dich! wir müssen es aktivieren, bevor jemand hier ist!" One of the men said in a hurried hush. He wanted to get the job done and you were now worried that whatever he wanted activated was a bomb.

"In Ordnung! fertig sind, lassen Sie uns gehen!" Another voice responded just as fast as a beeping sound now filled the room. You cussed to yourself.

"You two are not going anywhere until you tell me what you’ve done,” you said as you stepped into the room, gun pointed at one of the men. They seemed unbothered by your presence as the one with the gun pointed to his head grinned at you.

"Too late, fräulein, you only have five minutes to get everyone out of this place before it's all in flames," the man said as he pointed at the scary-looking bomb. As you looked at it, you missed the way they both launched at you making you fall backward, gun dropping out of reach. You elbowed one of them and you wrapped your legs around the other one as you turned both of you around. You straddled him and was going to punch him in the face but the guy you elbowed grabbed you from behind and tried to push you but as he picked you up, you threw your head back with force possibly giving him a bloody nose. He let go of you as he grabbed his face and cussed you out. But again, the man you had been straddling took the opportunity to punch you square on the face as you stood. You spit the blood that had made it to your mouth from your now bloody nose and gave him two punches on his face. One gave him a black eye while the other one knocked him to the floor making his mouth bleed. This time you were ready for the other asshole and with a quick turn you sent him back to the floor with a kick on the gut which you knew had hurt as your heels definitely bruised something aside from his ego. But as you didn’t want him to get up again, you knee him on the face as he tried to sit up which gave time to the other guy to grab his gun and shoot you on the shoulder as you turned toward him.

You heard Bucky’s shout of your name through your earpiece but ignored it as the guy shoot his gun two more times and only one of them missed you as the other one landed next to the other bullet wound. You groaned as you ran to tackle him to the floor which apparently had been too rough as his skull broke when it hit the floor. It killed him on impact.

"Y/N!" Bucky’s voice was more frantic as he called your name again. You winced at the pain in your shoulder as you glanced at both men, one dead and the other one will be too after the interrogation was done.

"I'm fine. The bastard shot me in the arm though,” you said making your way to the bomb on top of what looked like an oven that you knew was made out of vibranium You knew the bomb would have trouble penetrating the vibranium, but it would only cause a bigger reaction and due to that, the palace would collapse, starting with the ballroom. “You need to get everyone out of here, Buck. The bomb won’t affect the fuses but will make the place collapse from it.”

"I’ll be there in a minute, wait there!" responded Bucky.

"No! Get the family out of here! We have less than two minutes before it goes off," you said as you tried to ignore the amount of blood coming out of your shoulder and nose. You looked at the wires of the bomb which you could tell wasn’t the normal type of bomb HYDRA used.

"My family is safe, and we are still evacuating the place. As far as the guests know, we are having the rest of the party outside,” said T’Challa. Even though he sounded collected, there was a hint of worry in his voice.

"Make sure it is as far away as possible. I don’t know how much this thing will affect if it goes off.”

“Then get the hell out of there, Y/N!” Bucky stood outside the palace as the Dora Milaje made sure there was no one left inside. They wouldn’t let him through even as he glared at them. They also had been listening to everything. They couldn’t afford anyone to get hurt, especially the royal family.

"I’m not leaving the bomb to go off!” you said as you noticed you were down to sixty seconds. You were internally panicking as you noticed that the wires were not the ones you usually trained with. “Who the fuck puts six wires for a bomb!”

“Are there three red ones, two blue ones, and one green?”

“What?” you took your knife from the same place your gun had been at, “yes.”

"The red ones are important, don’t touch the blue ones. Cut the second and third red wires from left to right from the side that meets the blue and cut the green one too after you cut the red ones.”

You followed his instruction without hesitation as you were now twenty seconds away from doom.

"Hope I don’t die," you muttered more to myself than for the others to hear.

"Concentrate.”

Ten seconds left and you were just finishing cutting the thick red wires. “Fuck.”

Five…maybe you had lost too much blood…four…the damn thing was thick…three…almost there…two…you can’t die like this…one…

“Y/N?” Bucky’s breathing hitched as he heard a faint beep. He noticed how he wasn’t the only one looking back at the palace. Everyone aware of what was really happening looked at each other as if expecting the worse.

“Tiny, hey, you there?”

He felt sick to his stomach as you failed to respond once again, but before he could run back inside, your voice stopped him.

“Those damn wires were unnecessarily thick,” you whined into the earpiece as you dropped your knife. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle in relief.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah, Tiny?”

“I think I’m about to pass out.”

(…)

You woke up to the faint sound of beeping. You tried to move but groaned at the soreness of your body.

“Welcome back, Agent.” You looked to your left to see Shuri smiling down at you. You glanced around and saw that you were in your room at the palace. “You’ve been out for about two days. The blood loss had been too great, and the broken nose hadn’t help. You went into a comma from the lack of oxygen entering your brain, but Mr. Barnes was able to get you fast enough to bring you to my lab.”

You were about to ask what had happened afterward, but the sound of the door opening interrupted you.

“Jeez, Tiny, you’re finally up.” Bucky looked like shit compared to how teasing his voice was.

“My brother took care of the man you took care of that night, both of them are in possession of SHIELD now. My family wouldn’t let you out of our sight, we are thankful for your service Agent.” You thought Shuri had read your mind as she answered your unasked question.

“It was my mission to keep your family safe, it was no trouble,” you said as you tried to sit up. In a second Bucky was at your side as Shuri helped you.

“I’m glad you’re well, Miss Y/L/N. Like my daughter said, we are very thankful. You risked your life to stop that bomb knowing that you could die trying.” The King had entered the room along with his wife and T’Challa. You were now blushing at their gazes.

“It was no problem, really.”

After some time of small chatter informing you that you and Bucky would be taken back home the next day, the family left you both to rest and prepare your stuff. You were on the clear as Shuri reassured you that you were perfectly fine and that you’ll be sore for a couple of hours max before you felt completely okay. It was nighttime by the time you were done packing everything you had brought and everything that had been given to you by the family.

"I'm done packing. Need any help, Sergeant?" you asked as you glanced at Bucky.

"I’m good, Tiny. I just finished myself, ” he said as he wiped fake sweat from his forehead while giving you one of those charming smiles. But then it dropped as fast you looked at your shoulder.

"How’s your arm?" he asked as he pointed at it.

"Shuri was right, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. I guess if I make pressure it might though," you said as you sat on the bed.

"What you did was incredibly stupid."

You looked at him as he sounded mad at you. He walked toward you and stood in front of you as his eyes bored into yours, “you could’ve died.”

“I didn’t, Buck. I’m fine.” You stood from your spot and looked at him with a serious expression, yet your eyes were soft.

“That’s not the point, Y/N. I’m supposed to protect you. You’re my best friend’s girl, what was I supposed to tell Steve if you’d died? I haven’t even told him that you were in a comma. I asked T’Challa not to say anything about your status to anyone.”

“Hey, I can protect myself,” you put your hand on his cheek, “thank you for being there for me, but you don’t have to worry. I know the risks of this job, if I have to die in order to protect I will, but I will exhaust every option possible before I become a martyr. I’m not Steve.”

“You two will send me to an early grave,” he chuckled as he thought how similar you and Steve could be at times.

“Not that early, Sarge, you’re a fossil already,” you said. Bucky let out a gasp as if you had smack his mother as he tackled you onto the bed. You were laughing as he tickled you until you asked for forgiveness. You didn’t give in until you were red on the face from the lack of air. Bucky chuckled as you gasped for air in between giggles.

Your eyes were closed making you miss the way he was looking at you. His eyes roamed your face, taking you in. His flesh hand fixed a strand of hair and put in behind your ear. You were afraid to open your eyes, you didn’t want to see him looking at you. His gaze was so intense that now your breathing was labored not because of the prior tickling session but because you could feel the tension in the air.

Bucky leaned down, his lips less than an inch away from yours. His hot breath was tantalizing as it hit your face. But he didn’t move, he didn’t dare to take that last step that would crumble the walls you two had tried to build. So, you did it. You grabbed his face and pulled him down and just like that your lips connected with his soft lips. It started as a soft kiss, which had you both relaxing into each other. His body was on top of yours and you had wrapped your legs around his waist as your lips moved in sync. His lips had you lost, mind mushy with just thoughts of him. His tongue and yours were seeking each other as the kiss became more heated like you two were trying to understand if this was really happening. You were now moaning into the kiss as Bucky’s hands roamed your body underneath your shirt, while your hands tangled themselves in his long hair which had the man grinding into you when you pulled a little too hard. Your hips now also sought that delicious friction you knew his clothed dick would offer. And just like that the two of you were humping each other as your lips objected to leaving his. His metal hand left a trail of goosebumps as it made its way toward your breasts. He groaned when his hand reached your naked flesh, and you arched your back at the contrast of hot and cold. His flesh hand joined his other hand underneath your shirt, and this time he roughly grinded into you at the feel of the hot flesh of your breast. You were now moaning into his mouth a lot more as you arched your back at his touch. But he needed more, he wanted to taste your flesh, so he pulled back and quickly pulled your shirt off. You hadn’t even registered his lips had left you until his lips were wrapped around one of your hard nipples.

“Fuck, Buck.”

Your hips were now seeking his crotch a lot more wantonly as his lips and tongue made you gush more slick onto your underwear. You knew they were now ruined, you blushed at how horny he was making you. His teeth were now softly biting the flesh of your breast, you knew that would leave small bruises if he continued his ministrations like that. You cursed softly and it wasn’t because it felt good.

“Bucky, you can’t leave bite marks.”

As if your words had burnt him, he let go of you and flinched when he realized why he couldn’t mark you. You weren’t his.

"Dammit. Sorry, I—" He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. He looked down at you which only made him let out a growl as he saw that there were some red marks on your breasts.

“I’m sorry too,” you said but you didn’t miss how half sorry you actually felt. "We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t do this to Steve.”

Bucky nodded his head, but still, he didn’t move nor did you tried to move.

"Yeah," he said as he looked at you.

"Yeah," you mirrored him as you looked at him.

In a matter of seconds, you and Bucky had stripped each other naked as your lips connected again, this time teeth added to the mixture of the carnal desire. Bucky was still on top of you, his body making you feel so small underneath him. This time his mouth was more aggressive on your lips, but once his lips attached to your neck they only left a trail of soft kisses as he made his way down between your parted legs. You were dripping down the bed, you were so wet that now even your thighs that your slick from previously rubbing them as you sought friction.

Bucky kissed down to your hip bone before his lips started to kiss and lick your inner thighs, which made him groan as he tasted your drying slick. Your hands went to his hair pulling on it trying to get him where you needed him. He only chuckled at your efforts but winced when you pulled hard on his hair out of frustration. In retaliation, he gave your wet cunt a slap that made you yelp.

“Patience is key, Y/N.” He kissed the mound before he landed a soft kiss right on your exposed clit. You threw your head back as you moaned at the feeling that small kiss had given you. With one last look at your face, Bucky dived between your legs, and his mouth found your clit. He sucked on it harshly and you couldn’t help but grind your hips at the feeling of his lips around your nub. His metal hand pushed your hips down not letting you move at all, and your fingers pulled his hair as his tongue now found itself between your slick folds. He was groaning into your cunt as he ate you out like a starved man. Who would’ve thought the man could use his tongue for more than sarcastic comments. He was savoring everything you were giving him, eating you up like candy. You were incredibly turned on and you knew you were dripping onto the bed more than before, his chin probably wet from how much you were gushing.

“I’m gonna cum, please make me cum,” you gasped as a tight feeling in your gut announced that you were close to your first orgasm. Bucky pulled away from your cunt and you practically whined in protest.

“Shh,” he gave one harsh suck to your clit, “you want to come around my fingers, doll?”

“Yes, please, I want your fingers inside of me,” you moaned at the idea of his fingers stretching you as he prepared you for his cock.

“Let’s see how many you can take,” he said as he removed his metal hand from your hips, his flesh hand replacing it. He positioned himself better to make sure your legs were spread wide exposing your soaked sex to him. He sucked two of one of his metal fingers before the tip of it touched the entrance of your cunt. You shivered at the cold touch of it, and he was thankful that you were gushing so much slick as his finger slowly entered your tight pussy.

“Fuck,” you whined at the stretch his finger offered your needy cunt. He smirked as he looked at you, so lost in pleasure that you were clawing at your breasts as you moaned in delight. He pulled back his finger and then pushed it back in and his cock was throbbing at the sounds you were making. He swore you were purring his name. He thrusted his finger a couple of times before a second one joined inside of you and this time you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking. He was loving the sight of you all spread and taking his fingers up to his metal knuckles. Your clit was hard, and he could see it as you tried to spread your legs wider. He inserted a third finger and with that, you came around his metal fingers without warning. You made no sound as you arched your back and squeezed your breasts as you came, clamping down on his thick metal fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot right now.” Bucky thrusted his fingers in and out of you as he helped your ride out your orgasm. He didn’t stop there, his fingers kept their slow pace until you had regained your breathing. You moaned again as his fingers felt amazing inside of you, your legs were still a little shaky, but you tried not to close them. Bucky seeing that you were now okay, sped up his pace to a deeper and faster rhythm that made you squeal his name.

“I want you to cum around my fingers again, sweetheart, and then you can have my cock, you like the sound of that?” Bucky knew you did, but he still/ wanted to hear you say it.

“Please, yes, make me cum again,” you groaned as you opened your eyes to look at his fierce eyes. His fingers were now fucking you open, and you couldn’t help but moan louder, “but I want to suck your cock before you fuck me, Buck.”

It seemed that had been perfect motivation to make you cum as soon as possible as fingers now rammed into you and his mouth was now on your clit sucking it.

“Buck,” you squealed his name as your hands went to his hair again. The sounds your cunt was making were making you dizzy at how pornographic they sounded. Bucky growled as the squelching of your cunt made him seek some friction against the bed.

“I’m gon—” You didn’t get to finished your sentence as you swallowed the scream that wanted out of your throat as you came for a second time around Bucky’s fingers. He didn’t stop thrusting his fingers, making your juices splash around, wetting the bed, even more, wetting his chest, and not to mention his chin was wet as hell.

Bucky gave one last hard suck to your clit before removing himself and his fingers from you. You whimpered at the loss, but couldn’t help but grin at the throbbing sensation it had left.

"Mhm, you taste good, Tiny,” he sucked his ring finger and moaned, “wanna taste yourself? Open your mouth.”

You did, and in seconds two of his un-sucked metal fingers entered your mouth. You wrapped your lips around them as you gazed at him. Your tongue lapped at his fingers and you couldn’t help but moan at the bitter taste of you. He pulled his fingers from you when he was satisfied with your sucking. He climbed over you to kiss your lips again, and he tasted just like his fingers had. He tasted like you. Your right hand sneakily grabbed his hard cock and stroke it with a tight-ish grip. He hissed at the feeling of your small hand on his thick cock.

"Can I suck your cock now, Buck? Please, I want to taste you," you said with the best sultry yet innocent voice you could muster. He groaned at your words and he didn’t say a word as you fasten your rhythm while you stroke him. He fell back on the bed and you took that as you sign to situate yourself between his legs. You knelt in front of his hard cock which was red and leaking pre-cum. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at it. He was thicker than Steve, but Steve was longer. You shook your head and grabbed the base of his cock and applied some pressure.

“Y/N.” Bucky growl in frustration. You gave him a grin before leaning down and bestowing a soft kiss to the tip of his needy cock. Your tongue lapped at the head and soon your tongue flattens as you licked from the base to the tip before putting his cock in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his thick cock, your small hand stroking what you couldn’t fit in. Bucky was moaning and groaning mess underneath you which made your chest swell with pride because this man was crumbling under you because you were making him feel good.

"Shit, just like that,” he threw his head back, “suck that cock, baby."

Bucky’s flesh hand grabbed your messy hair holding your head in place and just like that he started to fuck your mouth. You relaxed your throat and focused on breathing through your nose as his balls hit your chin with every thrust of his hips. He was grunting as he fucked your throat, his cock making you gag every so often, and every time he hit the back of your throat it sent waves of pleasure to your soaked pussy. You moved your hand down to your needy sex, and your slim fingers started to rub your sensitive nub as Bucky fucked your throat. His hips started to stutter and the next thing you knew he was whimpering your name as he pushed you down his cock. You tried to swallow every shot of his cum without choking on it which was almost impossible with how far down his cock he held you.

"Come here," he said in a soft commanding voice as he pulled you up from his cock. He kissed you and at the same time, he was tasting himself. You moaned when his tongue licked his cum that had ended up around your mouth. He was sinful, and it didn’t help when you pulled back to see him licking his lips to make sure his lips were clean.

"I need you inside of me, please I want you to fuck me," you whimpered into his mouth as his hands massaged your ass. Before another word could come out of your lips, he grabbed your hips and flipped you both on the bed, your back against the messed-up sheets. He leaned down to suck on your earlobe.

"I'll fuck you hard, alright,” you moaned and shivered at his words, “I’ll have you begging for me to cum because your cunt can’t take it anymore. You’ll be cumming around my cock until I say so, my cock so deep inside your cunt that you’ll feel it up to your guts."

“Please,” you moaned again your hips seeking out such dirty promise. You weren’t sure why you were saying please so much but when Bucky grabbed his cock and aligned it to your entrance, you kept on whispering the word against his parted lips. He gave a kiss to your throat as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of you and it was like your begging had been answered almost like a prayer. His cock stretched you wider than his three fingers, making your cunt spasm around his cock tightly.

"Shit, Tiny, you're so tight," he groaned as he slowly thrusted in and out, making sure to open your pussy wide as he prepped you for the fucking he planned. He gave you a minute or so to adjust to his size before he knelt in front of you and pushed your legs back giving him more room to insert every inch of his thick cock. You groaned at the feeling but then you were moaning when he started to slam into you making you grab your breasts as they bounced with every ruthless thrust.

“Ah fuck,” you gasped as his cock hit that sweet spot that had you trashing on the bed in seconds as you moaned and groaned. He was grunting as he fucked you into the mattress. He was sweating which made his torso glisten at the exertion of energy as he fucked your pussy open. He had the most beautiful view as your legs were spread and he could see how his cock buried deep into your pussy which only made him go faster. It was addicting listening to you moan and whimper his name as you threw your head back, clawed your breast, and arched your back. He could feel the walls of your pussy tightening the more he fucked you which meant you were close.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, doll? Your pussy is so damn tight,” he grunted as one of his hands started to rub quick circles on your clit. You shouted his name at the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot as his fingers pressed hard on your clit. You came once more with your legs trying to leave his grip, but he wouldn’t let you. You were seeing stars and his thrusts were not stopping nor slowing down. But when you had calmed down he put one of your legs over his shoulder as the other stayed on the bed. This position had you almost on your side and as he grabbed your raised leg for leverage, he started to pound your cunt again, his grunting a lot louder just as the sound of skin smacking filled the room.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” he bit your ankle softly, “can you hear how wet your cunt is? How my cock is fucking you good?”

“So fuckin’ good,” you all but gasped as the build-up for another orgasm was coming close.

“Are you gonna cum again, babygirl? Wanna cum around my cock again?” He bent down a bit closer to your face, his cock impaling your cunt, “be a good fuckin’ girl and cum around my cock.”

And you fucking did. You shouted his name again as another orgasm had you seeing black dots everywhere. You were sure that if he didn’t cum within the next orgasm you would pass out, so like had promised you, you begged for him to cum.

"Cum inside me, Buck—“ you gasped at one particular harsh thrust, “—I want your cum inside me, I want you to fill me up, please.”

“Fuck, doll.” Bucky grabbed both your legs and placed them together making your cunt all the tighter around his cock. “You’re gonna be so full of my cum, but first I want you to cum one more time for me, doll. Can you do that?”

“Mhm.” You could barely speak as your walls trapped his cock inside of you. Your legs were together on his right shoulder, and this time his legs spread as he pounded your cunt with purpose. You could barely make a sound anymore, your voice failing you after so much screaming, whining, grunting, and moaning.

You were too sensitive that your cunt this time was ready to cum on command if Bucky said the word, but as his grunting turned into groans, then to moans, and lastly to whimpers you knew he was close. His hips were stuttering yet his thrusts were unforgiving to your spent cunt. His cock made acquaintance with your guts once again, and you couldn’t help but claw your thighs as his cock rammed into you. Your pussy fluttered as another orgasm was right there, waiting to be allowed to cum even if it didn’t need to be, but it had been such a turn-on when he’d call you a good girl.

“Cum, baby, cum around my cock,” he whimpered loudly as he felt his balls tighten and when your cunt enclosed like a vine around his cock, he let out a whimper before thrusting deep into you as he came.

The stupid grin that overcame your lips as you felt his cum paint your walls was something Bucky missed as his eyes were shut, enjoying how tight your pussy was, milking his cock.

He let go of your legs and fell on top of you, his cock still inside of you. The room was quiet, only the sound of labor breathing could be heard. But then he removed himself from you and went into the bathroom. You heard the water running and then it stopped, and Bucky came out of the bathroom wearing briefs. You wondered when the hell he picked them up.

He moved between your legs and for a second you thought he was going to bent down and clean you up with his mouth, but then the wet cloth was cleaning you up.

“Thank you,” you whispered as he went to the bathroom to wash the cloth. He didn’t want anyone guessing why there was white stuff dried on it. He came back and handed you a pair of his clean briefs and one of his shirts.

"Come on, we gotta sleep. We have an early morning tomorrow,” he said. You helped him remove the soiled sheet, which you knew wouldn’t be able to be hidden from whoever was supposed to clean the room after you two left. You both then climbed into bed, covered yourself with the blanket, and cuddled. It was quiet for a minute, and you couldn’t help but break it with what you knew was going to burst the peaceful bubble.

"What do we tell Steve?" It was as if he knew you were going to ask because he let out a sigh.

"We don't.” You removed yourself from his arms and looked down at him, his eyes were on you.

"I can't lie to him with this Buck,” you sat against the headboard and hugged your knees, “I just slept with his best friend.”

"Hey, don’t put the blame just on you,” Bucky mimicked your position, except he didn’t hug his knees, “It takes two to tango, Tiny. And we can't tell Steve, at least not yet. He hasn’t seen you in two weeks and he is going to freak out when he finds out you almost died. We’ll find the right moment.”

“The right moment.”

(…)

That was exactly a year ago and you both had yet to find the right moment. Last summer still hunted you as the days grew warmer once again. That next morning when you arrived at the tower, Steve was there to receive you both. He chew you both out for not calling him for two days, but then he was hugging you and kissing you. You had tried not to break down crying and confess all your sins to him right there. But you kept it to yourself, and even though Bucky had been the one to suggest to tell him another time, it was obvious that the lie was eating him alive.

You were too self-aware of every single thing you did around Steve as if protecting yourself from giving it away. And for that whole year that went by, things had gone that way. You knew that you were trying your hardest to make it up to Steve, even though he didn't know why you had made it your mission to do that. There was no day that you talked to Bucky about how you two were going to tell him and the conversation always ended with a 'soon'. But that ‘soon’ never came up. But as the anniversary of your sin came around you didn’t know how you knew that Steve was now aware of the deadly sin.

(STEVE'S POV)

Since the day Y/N and Bucky came back from Wakanda, Steve knew something was different with them, but he couldn’t put his finger on it then. He didn’t let that bother him as he was focused on his best girl. Two weeks without her had been worse than the week he had gone on his mission. So, it was no surprise he had bed her that night as he whispered every single thing he had missed of her, how much he had yearned for her. Steve gave everything he had to offer that night, and she gave back all she had as well. But Steve had to admit that it was different from the other times they had shared a bed together. Again, he let the bad feeling go away as he told himself that he had probably missed her so much that he’d forgotten how sex felt.

But then he started to notice that she was trying to always make him happy. And he noticed that little thing when she stopped having little fights with him. Whenever a fight would start, she would stop after realizing what she was doing. Even if Steve knew she should have won the fight, she would let him have it, she would say that he was right or that it didn’t matter anymore. That was the first red flag that his brain denied to truly grasp because she never gave up that easily.

Then one day after a couple of months after her mission with Bucky, she had forgotten her phone on the nightstand after being called in for a last-minute meeting. Steve noticed that it was unlocked, and the battery low from being on for over an hour. But before he could put it to charge, his attention was drawn to a text message from Bucky. She had been texting Bucky before she had left for the meeting. It read the words 'we really need to tell Steve'. He scrolled down reading the messages before that. She had texted Bucky back when he had asked if she had told him about ‘it’. But they never mentioned what the 'it' was. He’d wondered what the hell would require such secrecy, but his mind came up with nothing grave. It never did. Until another couple of months had passed.

Steve now knew that something was killing her and Bucky inside. The way she acted whenever he found her and Bucky whispering to each other. Steve acted like he never noticed, but now he knew they were hiding something far from innocent, but his brain refused to go there. Then he noticed something he hadn’t seen before; they were closer than they had been before the mission. Yeah, he knew she and Bucky were close friends. But now there was no personal space between them anymore. Before Wakanda, they had always been close but not that close. Steve started to notice the way that Bucky touched her arm or when he grabbed her hand or her checks. It seemed too natural for them, but he knew it wasn’t the same way he did those things, no, but he knew then that they had broken a barrier that they shouldn’t have. Steve knew that they had done something that would destroy him if it would ever be confirmed, and if he was being honest, he didn’t want to know. But the dammed day he noticed that he couldn’t help himself but go back to those ten months that had passed by and analyze every single thing that had changed with his girl and his best friend. Should he even call them that?

Every little thing he had tried to ignore before was now falling into pieces of a puzzle he hadn’t asked for. Their weird actions toward him, like her not wanting to fight him or Bucky being uncharacteristically okay with every rash decision from him; it was all because they were trying to make it up to him. But even though, Steve knew they had fucked up in some way, it was really his fear of the truth that had him racking his brain trying to think what they could possibly have done to make them act like that. But he knew he should stop lying to himself and let it sink in. And dammit, he almost broke a table when he admitted it to himself. They had slept together.

For a week he spied on them. This time with the mission to see if there was more going on. He waited for them to see if they would fess up, but it had been two months of nothing, and he was tired. Steve was sure she had noticed his change of attitude by the year mark, and he was getting tired of their constant tip-toeing around him. He couldn’t sleep knowing the woman he loved, shared a bed with, and his best friend who he would have done anything to protect were lying to him while they lied to themselves with the promise that one day they would tell him the truth.

(…)

Steve, Bucky, and Y/N were training like every other morning, but this time everyone could feel the awkward and tense air. For some reason, she sensed a feeling of disappointment from Steve and his eyes were only confirming that feeling. And that had been her breaking point, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped what she was doing, and walked towards Steve with determination in her eyes. Bucky saw her face and knew exactly what she was about to do. He thought of stopping, pull her aside and tell her that it wasn’t the right time, but he knew better than to keep that lie up. He had to face his demons.

"Steve, we need to talk. It’s really important," she said with a slight shake in her voice. Steve put the weights down and looked at her with such hard eyes that she almost regretted saying anything.

"What?" She knew that Steve knew when he let venom escape him with that simple word. She swallowed hard before looking at him straight in the eyes.

"I know now that you know, Steve. I see it in your eyes,” her voice trembled with the promise of tears if she dared speak any further.

Steve glared at her and he let out a scoff as his face darken with disgust.

"Really? So now you want to tell me—” he turned his whole body toward hers, “—it only took you, what, a whole year? It took you a year to finally get the decency to tell me that you and Bucky slept together while you two were in that mission."

She couldn’t help but flinch at his righteous accusations. Bucky wasn’t far behind Y/N’s trembling body.

"Steve, we’re sor—” Bucky didn’t get to finish the apology because now there was no stopping Steve’s anger from coming out like bile.

"You better not try to apologize, James—” the man flinched at the usage of his first name, “—you don’t get to tell me that you are sorry for sleeping with her. Neither of you get to throw that word at my face after all this time. Because I don’t care, I don’t trust you. You both destroyed my trust."

Bucky looked horrified at the realization that he had broken the most fragile thing in the world, and it was because Y/N and him had really done that.

"Steve, it didn’t mean anything. It was just a mistake, we know it was. We don't like each other that way nor love each other. We are just friends that one day realized that there was sexual tension, and took that as an excuse to fuck once. We never meant to hurt you," her eyes were now full of tears, her voice barely a whisper because she didn’t think it could go any higher even if she tried.

"She’s right, Steve.” Bucky stepped closer as he spoke, “the week that you left prior to our mission we were training, and somehow then we realized there was sexual tension. We avoided each other that week and the week after that, and then Fury called us for that mission, and everything went to crap. But we only slept together once, Steve, no more than that. Not even kissing before or after that day. Like she said, we know we fucked up."

Steve was shaking, and it was clear anger had consumed him. The usual sweet man was gone, and it was replaced with the man they had created due to their sins.

"Do you think I care that you both slept together just once? You both had sex, you fucked each other, and waited a whole fucking year to tell me. I don’t give a rat’s ass if it didn’t mean shit to either one of you!” Steve turned his harsh gaze to the woman he once loved, “you cheated on me. And God! To think that I almost asked you to marry me four months ago. I was thinking of making you my best man for God's sake, James! Because, guess what? You were my best friend. I can't let that go. I can't forgive you for this. Neither of you. The damage is done. And, you know what? I'm not angry, at least not anymore. I just…feel betrayed by the people who I thought loved me as much as I loved them. I don’t think I'll ever forgive either of you for this. So, if you'll excuse me, I have to move out of your room."

"No, Steve wait, please don’t. I can’t…I can’t lose you. I'm sorry, we really are.” She knew it was now useless to plead, but she needed to try, their story couldn’t end like this. She couldn’t breathe as she saw him grabbing his things ready to walk out of their lives. But before he turned to leave, he gave one last glance at her and Bucky.

"You lost me the minute you didn’t stop yourself from sleeping with him."

And as the door closed behind him, Y/N let herself fall to the ground, her knees hit the ground and just as she did, she felt Bucky grab her from behind. Just like her, he was crying trying to hold in the sobs that tried to escape him, but that was something she couldn’t do.

Bucky had lost his best friends because of a mistake, and she had lost the love of her life because of the same mistake.

That night she came back to her room to find it bare of Steve’s things. She hadn’t noticed how his things had been the reason why her room looked full, why it had always felt homey. That night she passed out after hours of crying into her pillow.

Within a week after the truth was out, the whole team found out what had happened with the once-thought unbreakable trio. Steve had moved not just out of her room, but he had gotten himself an apartment. Steve still showed up for missions, even those where he had to work with Bucky or Y/N. Neither of them tried to talk to him, granting him the space he needed, but after a couple of months, they tried to see how Steve was doing. But their attempts were in vain as he didn’t answer the door, never answer their texts if they were not related to work and phone calls were never answered, or voicemails were probably never heard. Steve talked to the rest of the team, and no one could deny the man had changed. He would come over and train but would walk out as soon Bucky or Y/N tried to make a move on him.

She had lost the love of her life; she had lost her everything. And all because she couldn’t control herself. She didn’t start dating Bucky, neither of them ever entertained that idea. They didn’t lie to him when they told him that it had been just sexual tension that had led to one night of regrets. But it was too late to get him back. She would never have him back, and she doubted Steve would ever forgive Bucky.

God, I still can’t believe all that happened last summer.

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cosplayinamerica · 3 years

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Deku from My Hero Academia // Cosplayer: atarashiraven // Photo: @tsunderee_

So I went back and did some digging and found my first full Deku cosplay. And OHMYGOD I'M SCREAMING. I didn't think I improved so much cosplaying Deku. But I can really see a difference. A glow up. It goes to show that no matter what kinda cosplayer you are, famous, professional, beginner, moderate, advanced, little fan base. Doesn't matter.

Cosplaying is fun and there's always room for improvement. Cosplay is for everyone no matter your skin color, your figure, your ability or disability. Whether you can put on makeup like a pro or don't know what you're doing, its a process. And honestly back at the time this picture was taken I just wanted to be around like minded people and have fun, and I was experimenting w/my makeup. Cosplay is not a competition, its a passion, and one that you can feel happy in improving and doing new things.

I wanted to cosplay Deku mainly because he sparked something in me. I had been on a break with cosplay. Focusing more so on school and wondering when the next character that I make a huge connection with would come along. After all, I was feeling like maybe I was losing that cosplay spark. But something about Deku really made me wanna cosplay even more. Seeing him work hard to achieve his dreams and goals made me wanna do the same. I just resonated with him. He's always looked down upon only to prove people wrong that he can be the best in his own way! And that’s how I wanna be!

Photo: @brittanyfournier

Since I had no idea how to crossplay I spent hours researching, I actually bought my first cosplay and didn't really make any modifications. Not until I bought his suit. I made my own leg and arm pieces because I like the way it fit and looked on me better. I went out of my way to buy a yellow backpack, his notebook, his provisional license, and school ID to really bring him together. And then paired it with red shoes that light up!

I had a lot of positive responses with cosplaying Deku! Everyone really loved the jacket, how my shoes lit up and all the little details! And when I went to the my hero group meet up I felt really apart of something! It felt special! And a lot of teens ans kids wanted pictures with me. I was called cute quite a bit! So that was a plus! I do remember that I bought a bunch of merch that day and I bought a Bakugou body pillow, and a Bakugou cosplayer literally walked by me with a smile and said "nice pillow Midoriya." And it took me a minute to register why he said my pillow was nice.

Photos: @tsunderee_

Bunny Deku came in October 2019 when the Bunny Deku trend was finally trending within the fandom. A lot of artists were drawing him but I didn't see a lot of cosplay at the time. So I decided to cosplay Bunny Deku and he just kinda stuck around after my friends and my boyfriend saw me cosplaying him. They kinda see me as their little Bunny Deku.

Bunny Deku 1.0 as I like to call the first rendition of him was made using white bunny ears, a white bunny tail, green rit-dye, a low heated blowdryer and a styling comb. I used my old First Deku cosplay and the clothes in my closet to really piece him together.

I went to Wasabi-Con and Anime Festival Orlando as Bunny Deku! And the response was great! Two of my favorite cosplayers at WasabiCon (Akrcos and inspectorlemon) really lifted my spirits by saying I was quite the adorable bunny Deku. They even asked how I made the ears! At AFO I was dragged into a MHA group too, and they were nice! Overall it was a very nice experience!

Photos: @tsunderee_

I have been steadily improving my cosplay! I'm working on improving the leg armor pieces, I've made bunny feet to go with Bunny Deku, I'm working on a one piece suit, bought some pretty sweet Fila shoes because I think Deku definitely deserves designer sports shoes, I plan on ordering another full one piece suit but in a zentai suit, and I bought I guess you could say a designer Deku bunny set from LittleLuxies who is really popular in cosplay community, and I do plan on improving the gloves sooner or later. I noticed that my cosplay makeup and connections have improved a lot! At first I was just some young girl who really didn't understand how much went into it. But now it's my passion so I'm always improving and taking notes!

My future cosplay plans really involve improving my current characters I cosplay and also bringing back characters that were popular in my childhood back to the spotlight!

Currently I have a lot of cosplays lined up for cons in the future. And I'm even learning to work with different sfx makeup so I can do more characters that people typically don't bring to life at cons. I wanna be a cosplayer who's known to cosplay anything and everything! From well known to obscure characters! I also plan on doing couple cosplay with my significant other sometime in the future. Which will be a ton of fun! And I wanna keep inspiring people! Especially as a black cosplayer I think its important to inspire other black people and even POC. There needs to be more of us out there because we do exist and cosplay is for everyone!

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uwua3 · 4 years

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may I request taichi with friend/crush reader? reader asked taichi to help them dye their hair, and while the hair dye is processing they start to awkwardly flirt/joke with each other to the point that they don't notice how much time passed and the dye became too dark. i'm sorry if this is too specific, but thank you so much in advance if you do write it! take care! c:

hi hi, anon~ ☆ thank you so much for requesting! this made me sososo #Happy because taichi deserves all the love in the world 💗 !! ∪･ω･∪ please give our baby puppy nanao your heart 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he deserves it! you also deserve love, anon~ ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) please accept all my #Love 💖✨ for this prompt! thank you for everything, i love you lots, okay? :D 💕

summary: when your best friend, taichi, texts you there’s an emergency, you come running to a bad hair day

author’s note: please love taichi lots, reader! that’s all~ have a good rest of your day and remember taichi & i will always love you sososo much !! (>◡<♡).:｡

word count: 3,055

music: dream boy – waterparks

bad hair day!

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

“where is he?!”

sakyo stared down at you, opening the door after waking up to repetitive pounding that nearly shook the whole dorm

you were still in your pajamas and out of breath—did you run over here?

before sakyo could angrily swear at you for making no sense just past midnight, you ducked underneath his arm and escaped around the corner

although some dorm lights were on, most of the rooms were pitch black as expected of it being a school day tomorrow. you were about to sprint into the slightly ajar door of room 105 before omi stepped out, an amused smile greeting you

“taichi’s in the bathroom, if you’re looking for him.” omi gestured towards the shared bathrooms at the end of the hallway, to which you gratefully thanked him and ran off again

(omi looked after you, a smile upon his tired expression. “kids these days.” omi yawned, heading back into his dorms and shutting the door softly behind him)

you didn’t take as much consideration into your actions before you slid into the communal bathroom, slamming the door behind you with uncontrollable force. you leaned against it, panting as you finally saw him

nanao taichi was sitting near the sink with three (3) boxes of random hair dye on the counters, very obviously confused and distressed

“taichi, what’s the emergency?!”

“my hair dye isn’t the right shade!”

“... are you serious?”

this was it. it was hair–dye day

except this time, it wouldn’t be just taichi’s hair transformation—you were getting a new look, too!

how did you get yourself into this mess exactly? maybe sleepily reading an urgent message from your best friend late at night declaring he was having an “emergency” wasn’t a good idea after all...

there was something about taichi’s big puppy eyes that couldn’t make you say no despite all your frustration, so here you were, tiredly following an overexcited boy down the aisles of the local convenience store

did i mention it was way too late? on a school day, by the way? i didn’t, well, now you know!

“taichi,” you called out, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes and tried not to wince at the bright led lights of the display. taichi barely paid attention, humming an incoherent answer as he browsed the rainbow shelf of hair dyes in front of him

“don’t you think... we should wait until tomorrow?” taichi seemed to process your words a moment late, because he turned towards you, bewildered as if you were the crazy one

yeah, you were crazy. taichi definitely wasn’t holding three wildly different boxes of hair dye and debating between all of them. he also definitely didn’t mislead you into thinking something happened when all he had was s bad hair day. you knew you had to intervene or else his usual red would become kazunari’s palette

“tomorrow? what’s wrong with now?”

“it’s almost midnight, we have school in nearly seven hours, and i know for a fact you didn’t do your homework.”

(taichi flinched at that and you were unsatisfied to see you were right, as always)

“i know that, but!—” “it’s midnight.” “hey, new day, new you, right?” “we have school in a few hours.” “think of how cool you’ll be showing up with dyed hair!” “you have homework.”

“i know, i know,” taichi shrugged, holding the boxes up to his line of sight with serious consideration as he glanced at you. with one look at your tiredness, taichi put the red cart down and completely faced you, putting his hands on your shoulders with a pout

“come on, don’t be like that!” taichi whined, nearly stomping his feet when you just huffed and looked away. jumping so he stayed in your view, it was like a pet wanting attention and using its cuteness as its charm

“hey, hey, look at me, please~?” taichi dragged out, moving his hands so they cupped your cheeks. he made you look at him and all you saw was a backwards baseball cap on a head of nearly half black hair and wide cyan eyes. he looked fully awake, you wondered where his infectious energy came from

“turn that frown, upside down!” taichi turned the corners of your lips up with his pointer fingers, making you automatically smile with the way his giggle got louder. “that’s my best friend!” taichi patted your cheeks again and bounced back down to his heels, rocking back and forth on his worn down sneakers

“look at us! we’re two high schoolers about to make an impulsive decision! nothing could go wrong!” taichi laughed and although there were a million things that could’ve gone wrong, you just sighed with a smile on your face

“you’re right.” you said even if he wasn’t. taichi just picked the cart back up and tilted his head towards the dyes, asking for your opinion on what colors you liked

you chose red, too. when taichi questioned why curiously, you patted his head and responded with, “so we can match!”. the boxes of hair dye you both bought were red just like taichi’s face when you answered honestly

sneaking back into the bathroom to avoid the “you have school” lecture from a very pissed off sakyo who still couldn’t go back to sleep, you and taichi failed at hushed whispers. everything felt like a joke and it didn’t exactly help taichi found everything you did hilarious and comical

setting down the boxes like it was second nature, taichi let out a sound of excitement at the colors. even if you were running on little to no sleep, you felt the same with the adrenaline of looking like a new person in just a few hours

“we’re gonna look so cool!” taichi squealed, taking his time mixing the dye color with the bowl and brush quickly

you sat on the sink counter, swinging your legs as taichi leaned onto the surface next to you, rambling away about how popular red was this season and how all the students will fall in love with his trendiness

used to your friend’s lovesick, hopeless romantic antics, you fondly rolled your eyes as you stretched, stifling a yawn

“is that why you decided to dye your hair tonight?”

“... maybe. there was advice that having perfext roots would attract any woman in my favorite love advice column!”

“...” “do you think people will like my hair?” “they might think we’re a couple since we’re matching.”

taichi suddenly stopped mixing, staring at the bowl wide eyed at the red dye. you were about to ask what happened, before taichi nervously laughed and looked towards the ground

“u–us? a couple?! no way...” taichi blurted out, avoiding your eyes as he began mixing even faster

“do you want me to change my color then—?” you cautiously started, about to change your mind before taichi interrupted hastily, almost knocking the other boxes over by waving his gloved hands

“no! i mean, haha... no, no, it’s fine! don’t worry about it!” taichi laughed so you slowly nodded, not buying it but deciding to go with the flow anyways. you were too tired to think about it too hard

you both unanimously agreed that taichi would dye your hair first. after all, he had more experience doing this by himself until you came along

one thing though, you didn’t want to ruin your pajama shirt. after rummaging through his closet quietly, you felt a t–shirt land on your head and heard a victorious laugh from the doorway

lifting the shirt, you recognized the one–eyed monster graphic design on the front, its tongue sticking out with some graffiti text above its head

“are you sure? you always wear this one?” you hesitated to take it before taichi forced it back into your hands, his expression easy and humorous

“take it, it’ll look better on you, anyways.” taichi casually said and you wondered how many smooth pick up lines he’s been reading. but, one look at his light smile and you could tell he genuinely meant it

returning back into the bathroom wearing a black t–shirt, you had changed into his t–shirt as well. while you were making sure all the dyes were separated to avoid any accidents, you barely noticed taichi stop dead in his tracks

(how come you looked so... good, in his t–shirt? maybe, he should give you his clothes more often... taichi gulped, wondering why he was suddenly feeling this way. it must’ve been the lack of sleep, the tiredness of staying up past his usual bedtime, that’s all!)

“are you ready for the best hair day ever?”

unexpectedly, taichi was quiet for the next hour or so. you could tell from the way he carefully applied just the right amount on your roots to how he knew the time on the box without even looking

maybe it was the way neither of you had proper sleep schedules, but you nearly fell asleep when taichi began combing your hair. after letting it develop, taichi began evenly distributing the red color while humming a popular pop song from his playlist in the background

you didn’t know when you dozed off, but you woke up to a flash of a camera and heard taichi’s snickers right in front of you. rubbing your eyes, you sat up straighter to notice a plastic bag was wrapped around your hair with an empty bowl of red dye discarded in the sink

“morning, sleepyhead~!” taichi greeted way too happily at this hour, making you groan as you stood up. “you didn’t sleep, taichi?” you wondered out loud, noticing how he scrolled through his phone aimlessly with a nonchalant sound

“yawn—i mean! i’m not even tired, gotta wait for your timer to go off to rinse your hair!” (it was his rule that he was always the last person to sleep if he was with you) taichi proudly held up his phone and showed you the screen, as if you could see it from there

(maybe if you could, you would’ve prevented the disaster about to occur in the very near future)

“your turn, puppy. come over here.” you stretched and taichi squealed, running over just to nearly knock over the chair from excitement. taichi always liked doing things with you, and you pampering him made him feel a lot happier than he’d like to admit

“can you stay still?” “i’m trying~! geez, so mean first thing in the morning... uuh...” “awww come on, don’t act like a kicked puppy, taichi!” “woof...”

it was the saddest bark you’ve ever heard. you smiled even if taichi was squirming in his seat and pet his dry hair, your best friend automatically leaning into your touch with a content sigh as he closed his eyes. oh, finally! taichi went still, letting you start the dye process quickly

just like you, taichi was on the verge of staying awake and falling asleep. it was nice to have someone taking care of you like a little kid, not to mention how neither of you have slept for more than half a hour at time. as you applied the rest and making sure all the sections were even, taichi stirred in his sleep with a cute yawn again

“i’m cool, right?” taichi mumbled, seemingly getting closer and closer to snoring. you held back a snicker, nodding your head as you kept going with the dye. for your first time, it wasn’t even that bad

“yes, of course. you’re the coolest boy at o high, taichi.” you reassured truthfully, to which taichi pouted like a kid, crossing his arms and leaning his head back. you made sure none of the dye dripped off before you started painting the bright red on again

“that’s not true... juza and tenma go to o high... they’re so popular, everyone loves them.” taichi added on sadly, but you knew he meant it and it wasn’t just fishing for compliments. wondering why a boy as amazing as taichi would have an inferiorty complex, you frowned and tried to focus on applying the dye

“well, i think you’re the coolest to me, then. after all, juza and tenma don’t have this cool red hair!” you almost ruffled his hair but stopped, knowing it’d mess up the part. taichi must’ve sensed you were about to do so, because he let out a loud, sudden laugh with a big smile

“hehe, you’re the coolest to me, too!” taichi trailed off into a low voice, about to fall asleep for good. you wrapped his head to make sure the hair stayed in place, satisfied with your hard work and dedication to your best friend’s appearance

“do you say that to everyone you meet?” you joked, but taichi just shook his head vigirously, entering sleepy puppy mode anyways

“no, just you, you know why~?”

“why?”

“‘cause... i like y...”

taichi snored, his head falling lower as he fell asleep for good. you didn’t even process it, deciding to take the seat next to him without checking the time

time to get some shut eye...

you slowly woke up, realizing that you were now laying your head on top of taichi’s. he was almost drooling on your shoulder, even breaths leaving his lips as he continued sleeping. you lifted your head to look around for the reason why you woke up, until you noticed the constant ringing of taichi’s phone on the sink counter

“puppy, wake up, it’s time to rinse our hair.” you pushed taichi off, automatically waking him up as he rapidly blinked, trying to focus his blurry vision as he yawned

“... has the sun always been up?”

you froze, staring at taichi’s casual expression before it morphed into shock, his wide eyes finding yours with urgency. don’t tell me...

you rushed off the chair, nearly hitting it to the ground as you grabbed taichi’s vibrating phone, looking at the screen. instead of a timer for rinsing, it was labeled for starting the school day

“taichi.” you said, slowly turning to see him staring back at you. the realization dawned upon both of you severely. “we have school in less than a hour.”

mankai bathrooms were always chaotic in the morning, especially with twenty (20) plus boys all sharing one space. yet, today might’ve been the worst day to use the bathroom yet

you and taichi immediately began cleaning up and rinsing your hair at the same time, losing your minds over the lack of time as you two knew both your hair could not be saved

“what if i’m not cool anymore?!”

“can we focus on going to school on time?”

(banri and juza were exchanging their usual harsh morning greetings to each other, walking side by side to the bathroom only to hear taichi’s pierching shriek and your immediate scream back. they shared a look before collectively going back to their room, not wanting to know. it was the first thing they agreed upon in a while)

taichi dashed out of the bathroom with half a hour to spare, quickly putting on his uniform on without noticing omi who stood by the door, holding onto taichi’s backpack with an amused glint to his eyes

when taichi finally found his o high dark green blazer and pants (his dress shirt buttons were mismatched, but that wasn’t important), he was about to run right past omi before omi put his arm out, stopping taichi from leaving

“forgetting something?” omi held out taichi’s backpack with a packed lunch, making taichi exhale with relief as he took it gratefully. “omi, you’re the best ever!”

omi instead shook his head and crossed his arms, gesturing towards the bathroom where you were still cleaning up the red mess

“no, they’re the best. make sure you tell them that.” omi scolded gently, ruffling taichi’s hair but suddenly narrowing his eyes, looking the teen up and down with a confused look

“huh...? didn’t you dye your hair, why isn’t it that red?”

“don’t remind me, omi!”

(fun fact: leaving hair dye on for longer than 45 minutes will in fact, make the color much darker than intended)

(also... dry hair...)

you luckily brought your uniform, thinking the big emergency would require a sleepover. you stepped out of the bathroom and apologized to the bewildered and incredulous line that formed outside, rushing off to find taichi shoving a piece of bread in his mouth

“here! catch!” you assumed taichi tried to say, because his words were muffled as he threw you something from the kitchen. you caught it with ease, putting it in your pocket as you and taichi said goodbye to everyone in the dorms

you two didn’t even bother addressing why taichi’s hair was many shades darker and why yours was red as well. you two just left and prayed to whoever was listening you’d make it to school on time... or else

half way through making it out the door, you and taichi finally caught each other’s eyes and burst into laughter, nearly falling onto each other in the middle of the sidewalk like a bunch of weirdos

“yo! look at our hair!” taichi spluttered out, reaching up to touch your now red hair. you wheezed, trying to not cry from the sheer audacity of the strange situation at hand

“dude, look at your hair! it’s even darker!” you laughed and even though his bright red hair was apart of his identity, taichi couldn’t stop laughing just because he went through it with you

“am i still cool?”

“definitely, even cooler now, i think.”

the laughter died down and taichi wrapped his arm around your shoulder, grinning like there was no tomorrow

“you’re the best. i’m so lucky to have you.”

you suddenly remembered something you didn’t respond to just mere hours ago, and figured it was better late than never

“i like you, too.”

when taichi overcame his visible shock and multiple “are you serious?! don’t play with my feelings like that!” and figuring out you were being honest, he slipped his hand into yours with a visible jump to his step as you two walked to school

even if he wore gloves, his hands were still somewhat stained red from the hair dye that started it all

(“did you do the homework this morning?”)

(“... we had homework?”)

(“oh, taichi...”)

#nanao taichi #taichi nanao #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! headcanons #act! addict! actors! headcanons #mankai a3!#mankai company #a3! x reader #a3 x reader #taichi x reader #a3! taichi #a3 taichi

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

#danny phantom #dp thoughts #sanchoyorambles

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White~Part 1

(A/N: I do not own any rights to the movie and I didn’t create this cool gif. Anyway, I clearly haven’t written in a while, and I hope this doesn’t reflect on that. The entire story will likely be 4-5 parts.)

White. Everything was white, all the time. And cold. It was the norm, but it was still maddening. For most of your life, you knew nothing but cold air, snow and ice. It was a way of living now. But the faint and distant memories of different seasons stayed with you from a young age. Playing in the leaves, watching flowers bloom, seeing wildlife, it all happened sometime decades ago. You should have been used to it now, and yet you weren’t.

You sat in your car, not wanting to get out. Not just because of the brutal sting from the air, but because you hadn’t quite come to terms with what was about to happen. Just to your right, a couple feet from the road, sat a restaurant that you had never been to, in a town you had never visited, in a place completely unfamiliar to you. And in that restaurant, someone was waiting for you, someone you hadn’t seen in many years. Your hands were clammy inside your gloves, not from the heat inside your car, but from your nerves that just wouldn’t settle. What were you even doing there? None of it made any logical sense. And knowing that made it even harder for you to muster up the courage to go inside. If your friends knew what you were about to do, they would have thought you were crazy. If your parents knew, they would have criticized you to no end. If your fiancé knew…

Perhaps it was best not to think about that.

You bought yourself some more time, sitting in the idling car and now playing with the diamond ring that sat on your finger, running your other fingers over the fabric covering it. Maybe you were reminding yourself that you were committed. Maybe you were trying to convince yourself to put the car in drive and leave, to go back home and live your life like this moment was never even going to happen. But the phone call would have still haunted you. It had been so long since you last heard his voice that you almost dropped your phone when he told you it was him calling. After not hearing from him for so long, he had the nerve to ask you to meet him somewhere. But then again, you had ghosted him as well. He didn’t say why he wanted to see you, only that it was important. It had to have been, right? He sounded sincere, but then again, he always knew how to talk to you, how to convince you to do things you didn’t think you would do. That was the history the two of you had, him somehow talking you into something. Didn’t you convince yourself that you were over that? It was in the past, it was done, you had moved on, spell broken.

And yet there you were, after driving seven hours through the snow and whiteout conditions, after cursing at yourself and hitting your steering wheel in frustration and guilt, after lying to your friends, family and fiancé about where you were going. A conference you said… and they bought it. There you go again, lying to cover up the fact that you were going to see him. Clearly, you hadn’t changed that much.

Enough, it was time to go in.

You huffed as you finally shut off your car and opened the door, immediately feeling the bitterly brisk air bite at your warm skin. You may have wanted to drag your feet, but the low temps were going to assure you hurried inside. The snow crunched under your boots, and you wrapped your arms around yourself to hold onto some body heat. It was a particularly cold day, and with the windchill it had to have been below zero, not the usual balmy 20 degrees for that time of year. What time of year was it supposed to be again? Fall, it was supposed to be fall. But fundamentally, every day was winter.

Upon entering the restaurant, the smell of food hit your senses, and the warmth from the in-house fireplace that was burning on the far end of the small dining room. You looked around, scanning the tables and booths, looking for the familiar face you were there to see. It was such a small place, with rich colors and a cozy feeling, romantic in a weird sort of way. You didn’t see him. Did he stand you up? Or had it been so long that you didn’t remember his face? You thought you would never forget that face. And then you saw the hand waving in the air, trying to get your attention. You looked to your right and saw him leaning out of the booth, cajoling you over with a small smile.

There he was. Your heart quickened and you clutched your purse a little tighter. Your feet seemed to move towards him involuntarily, but your brain was still trying to decide whether or not to turn and run away. There was a lump in your throat you tried to swallow down. As you neared him, so many memories came flooding back to you, all in a flash. Some good, some bad, all reminding you of heartache. The fighting with your family, the embarrassment from people in your town, the inner turmoil of trying to separate right from wrong…the excitement, the passion, the thrill.

Your secret.

Your feet suddenly slowed, unsure of the path ahead, but you were already there, just a few steps away. He got to his feet and stood, his tall frame feeling both off-putting and enticing, like a home you once knew but tried to run away from many times before. He was all too familiar, the broad shoulders, only somehow even broader now, you could see the girth in his arms from under his sweater and, oh, how you missed the feeling of those arms around you. But that was wrong, you couldn’t think about that. Not with that ring on your finger. His eyes were set firmly on you, like two blue orbs that were looking right through to your very soul. He knew you well, although you tried to convince yourself otherwise. That crooked smile that crossed his pink lips added a charming affect to his sharp jawline and chiseled pale face. Oh yes, that boyish charm, that face that was burned into your memory. And yet he looked so different. He looked like a man, a different version of the boy who clouded so much of your memory. Neither of you spoke at first, you only stared at each other.

“James Mace.” you spoke is so softly, just loud enough for you both to hear. It tasted weird on your tongue.

“Hey Y/N.” his voice tone was low, but still expressing happiness for your presence.

This was awkward. You wanted to reach out your hand and offer to shake his, but that felt wrong with the long history the two of you had. Then you thought maybe a hug, but that may have been too much, given the current situation. Instead, you clenched and unclenched your fists at your sides, unsure of what to do. Apparently, he was unsure too, because he stood there eyeballing you for a few moments. Finally, he motioned with an extended hand for you to sit opposite of him in the booth. You nodded, taking off your coat and setting it and your purse in the booth before sliding in. He sat across from you and smiled, and there was no doubt that his smile was genuine, but the confidence behind the smile might have been a little less than so.

“It’s good to see you.” He offered, and then licked his lips, “God, how long has it been?” he squinted his eyes, as if trying to calculate it.

“Ten years,” You realized you may have sounded too eager to answer the questions, “I think”. You finished. You didn’t want him to think you had been counting the time that had passed since you last saw each other.

“Wow.” he leaned forward and crossed his arms on the table, getting closer to you, “I knew it had been a while, but I wasn’t quite sure.”

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of you.

“So…” you started, trying to sound relaxed, despite your heart pounding in your chest, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he repeated the question, like it had confused him.

“Well, yeah. I mean, we haven’t spoken in years and then suddenly,” you shrugged a shoulder, “I get a phone call.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and looked away. “There’s nothing wrong, really. I guess I just…” he paused with his lips parted. He looked like he was trying to find the right words, but instead just shook his head.

“How did you even get my number?” you had planned on asking him that the moment you saw him, but it had slipped your mind until then.

“Well, you’re a shrink, and your number is listed on the internet, so…” he made it sound so nonchalant.

“Psychologist.” You corrected him. He looked at you with eyes full of mischief and placed his open palm to his chest.

“My mistake.” He apologized, but not really. No surprise. James Mace apologized to no one.

“So, you were just browsing the internet, looking for a psychologist, and found my name?” you questioned him more, sounding bitter. Did you mean to come off so harsh? Maybe.

“No, I wasn’t looking for a psychologist, per se.” he leaned back in his side of the booth.

“So, what, you randomly thought to look up my name after all these years?” you got bolder.

“Okay,” he held out his hands defensively before he placed them on the table, “Let me explain.”

“Please do.” You placed your elbow on the table and rested your chin on your fist. Your eyes were set firmly on his face, daring him to say something that would incriminate him.

“I…I saw your name listed as a psychologist of interest at NASA.” He shared. Now, you were truly interested. Only a very few people knew about your brief line of communication with NASA a year back. You watched his expression change to a softer one, with another charming crooked smile, “Always knew you would be successful in whatever it was you decided to do. It’s a big deal, being considered for a mission by NASA.” He complimented you. “I should be congratulating you on your success.”

“Thank you.” You were somewhat surprised by his sweetness, and you lowered your fist from your chin, putting your guard down some. “But that still doesn’t explain…”

“I was being considered as well.” He cut you off. “Obviously, not for psychology, but as an engineer.” You had wondered what career path he would have chosen. When you last saw him, he was serving in the military.

“So, you left the army and went into engineering?” you questioned him.

“Yeah.” He chuckled as he nodded, “Doesn’t sound like me, does it?”

“No, not really.” You admitted, looking away from him briefly.

A waitress came up and topped off his coffee mug, which he thanked her for. The woman turned to you and asked if you wanted anything. You hadn’t thought that far ahead. Then again, you weren’t planning on staying long. You thought for a second as she touched her pen to her pad of paper and then replied firmly that you weren’t going to be staying long and didn’t want anything.

“Wait, what?” he interrupted you, “You don’t want anything?” he questioned you.

“I just said, I wasn’t planning on staying long.” You repeated yourself.

“You just drove how long to get here?” he questioned you more.

“A while.”

“A while. Like, what? A few hours?”

“A little more than that.” You weren’t about to tell him you drove seven hours to see him. He must have seen right through you, just like in the old days, because he furrowed his brow and asked another question.

“Do you still live in our home town?” he investigated. You didn’t answer, even though it was true. Instead you opened your mouth, only to close it again. “Oh my God, so you drove way more than a few hours Y/N.” he calculated it in his head.

“I don’t need anything.” You tried to confirm your original response one last time.

“Nonsense,” he turned back to the waitress, “Can you bring another cup of coffee and two menus?”

“Sure.” The woman walked away and you turned back to your old flame with heat under your collar.

“No, no, James, I’m fine.”

“You drove all this way and you don’t want coffee for the drive back? How will you stay awake?”

You stayed silent. The waitress returned rather quickly with a cup of coffee and two menus and placed everything on the table before walking away again. You turned back to him, to protest a little more, but he already had a sickening smirk across his lips that made you go quiet.

“You weren’t planning on driving back, were you?”

“James…” you spoke his name and closed your eyes in frustration.

“They call me Mace now.”

“Really?” your eyes snapped open to give him an annoyed look, “Well I’ve never called you that, so I’m not about to start.”

“You called me a lot of things.” He jested. You felt something in your gut. Was it churning from disgust, or was it butterflies at the memory?

“Look, I drove all this way because I thought there was something wrong. And the weather is nasty so I made arrangements to get a hotel.” You very quickly spit out, not giving him a chance to interrupt. “Don’t get any ideas. This was NOT something I did just because it’s you.” You gave him a warning.

“Never said you did.” His smirk stayed plastered to his face.

“Yeah but you were thinking it.” Your expression didn’t match his at all.

“How do you know what I’m thinking? Are you psychoanalyzing me?” he played at you more.

“You know what,” you suddenly had enough and reached for your coat and purse. “This was a bad idea.”

“Y/N,” he tried to stop you.

“I should have never come here. I knew better.” You went to slide out of the booth.

“Y/N wait.” He tried to stop you again.

You got to your feet and were just about to take that first stride to the door. It was better to head home and avoid any inuendoes or references to your past with this man than to sit there and continue to play whatever game he had been trying to get you caught up in. A firm hand grasping your wrist stopped you, and you spun your head around and looked back to see that he had lunged across the table, knocking over his coffee, in an attempt to stop you. You wanted to snap at him, or curse at him, or to do something that would shock him into letting you go. But it was his eyes that stopped you. His entire demeanor had changed, his eyes were wide with panic, and he seemed desperate to keep you there. You looked down at his fingers, feeling them pressing into your skin, and then you looked back up at his face.

“Don’t go.” He sounded like he did over the phone. Like he needed you.

“What’s going on?” you finally asked the question as directly as you meant to that entire time.

“I’ve been recruited to go on The Icarus II.”

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