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backbeaten · 1 year

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( BENJAMIN WADSWORTH | CIS-MAN | HE/HIM | TWENTY-TWO ) — — — it's just been another long week in boring - ass hawkins. isn't that right, GARETH EMERSON ? shit, i guess they can't hear me over LOVE BITES by JUDAS PRIEST playing through the headphones of their walkman. it looks like they're gonna be late for WORK at RADIO SHACK. did you know GRIZZ has been in hawkins for SEVENTEEN YEARS ? yeah, their family and friends describe them as CREATIVE, but i've seen them be SELF-DESTRUCTIVE too ! i would also say they remind me of neon gas station lights on wet asphalt, liquorice rolling papers, skinned knees, sweat running into your eyes during a drum solo, leaning tight into corners astride a motorbike, briefly defying gravity. but is that weird ? i guess nothing's too weird for this little town, huh ? — — —

name : gareth jason emerson

nicknames : grizz, gar, gar-bear, grizzly-adams

age : twenty-two

pronouns : he/him

sexuality : bisexual

birthday : august 30th

birthplace : hawkins, indiana

family : jolene emerson (mother), graham emerson (father), whitney emerson (y. sister), archie emerson † (y. brother)

tattoos & piercings : septum and tongue pierced though mostly hides these unless he’s partying in indianapolis or chicago or with the freaks. inner bicep piece of a black dragon curled around a great sword, roman numerals of archie & whitney’s birthdays on his left wrist, a tiny banana between his pointer finger on the right hand for monkey, his dog. a few ugly stick and pokes and some newer ones that are way less ugly.

aesthetics : room temperature pizza, spending half your pay check on polaroid film, a wave of good aftershave, headbanging until your neck feels like it’ll snap, letting your little sister paint your nails, engine oil in denim, love bites by judas priest playing faintly from a pair of headphones, dappled sunlight through forest leaves, sweat in your eyes, broken drumsticks, slinging your arm round the neck of your friend who can’t stop laughing, purple red bruises blooming like a valentines bouquet across your ribs, lovingly restoring old vinyl in the garage, the cold brush of a chain dangling from your lover’s neck against your racing pulse, smashing your fist into concrete until the knuckles split, the scent of old paper, cracked spines and well loved books.

never worn a matching pair of socks in his life, gareth liked garage sale paperbacks, pizza rolls and not much else. back in the day, the first five or six years of gareth’s miserable existence, the family had had a nice ranch style place by the woods but then his dad lost his job and they lost the house. from then on the family were usually too on top of one another, grizz always seeming to end up underfoot.

rock and roll’s the devil’s work, obviously. has soundproofed part of their small basement to practice drumming without getting yelled at.

[family death cw] though he never talks about it at all any more, about twelve years ago grizz’s five year old little brother drowned in lake tippecanoe when his dad briefly took his eyes off them. this kind of tore the family up. his mom left when grizz was fourteen, leaving a wad of cash in an envelope in his dresser and asking him to promise to be a ‘good boy’ until she came back. still waiting.

got a job the second he could during high school and has stayed employed ever since, though bounced around a fair bit.

[child abuse cw] his dad rarely goes a couple weeks without spiralling into a rage and physically attacking grizz which has been the same since his sophomore year, he’s just about to try and move out and find his own place after saving for a few years out of high school but he doesn’t want to leave his sixteen year old sister in the house.

used to be on the track team, a very fast runner.

held average grades at the start of high school, got some special attention from his english teacher who believed sincerely that he could do better if he just focused. managed to do pretty well by graduation but lost confidence in himself and his ability to adapt to living anywhere but hawkins because of his inability to pick a college. feels kind of cursed and stuck in roane county.

corroded coffin is his outlet, along with the ice hockey league he sometimes plays in a town over. has a notebook full of polaroids, quotes or lyric ideas scrawled on diner napkins, drive-in theatre tickets, the stamp from clubs in indianapolis and anything else you can think of, that is usually stuffed in the small of his back.

wears a lot of flannel and his extremely battered leather jacket basically every day of the year.

spends tooooons of time carefully painting the miniatures with tiny brushes for eddie’s d&d campaigns. usually plays a monk or a druid.

has a dog that is a mongrel of too many breeds to count named monkey, he has a neckerchief.

drums on every surface. all. the. time.

built a tree house and dugout in the middle of the forest for his friends from fifth to eighth grade, grizz’s dad is a carpenter by trade so he knows his way around.

makes a meaannnnn mac & cheese, is pretty much always down to clown.

pretty handy at fixing most types of motorbike, has been the only person to touch his own bike for about three years.

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resonanthead · 1 year

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| | ➻ ( rudy pankow, twenty-two, he/him ) did you hear all the drama from rick’s party ? yeah apparently ( gareth emerson ) was there. i think someone said they work at ( sam goody ) and their favourite song is ( love bites - judas priest ) and that they tend to be ( creative, impulsive ) but also seemed quite ( self-destructive, facetious ). everyone says they remind them of ( liquorice rolling papers, split lips, drum solos and yard sale paperbacks stuffed in your back pocket ) …. i guess i could see that too. | |

name : gareth jason emerson

nicknames : grizz, gar, gar-bear, grizzly-adams

age : twenty-two

pronouns : he/him

sexuality : bisexual

birthday : august 30th

birthplace : hawkins, indiana

family : jolene emerson (mother), graham emerson (father), whitney emerson (y. sister), archie emerson † (y. brother)

rock and roll’s the devil’s work, obviously. has soundproofed part of their small basement to practice drumming without getting yelled at.

got a job the second he could during high school and has stayed employed ever since, though bounced around a fair bit.

used to be on the track team, a very fast runner.

wears a lot of flannel and his extremely battered leather jacket basically every day of the year.

spends tooooons of time carefully painting the miniatures with tiny brushes for eddie’s d&d campaigns. usually plays a monk or a druid.

has a dog that is a mongrel of too many breeds to count named monkey, he has a neckerchief.

drums on every surface. all. the. time.

built a tree house and dugout in the middle of the forest for his friends from fifth to eighth grade, grizz’s dad is a carpenter by trade so he knows his way around.

makes a meaannnnn mac & cheese, is pretty much always down to clown.

pretty handy at fixing most types of motorbike, has been the only person to touch his own bike for about three years.

CONNECTION IDEAS PAGE

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year

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for the redacted audio matchup :D

My current song fixation is probably "Eat Your Young" by Hozier, but I'm also loving "She Wants Me (To Be Loved)" by The Happy Fits and I'm constantly in an Arctic Monkey brain rot.

My enneagram is type 4w6 and I'm an INFJ-t

I don't really watch many Youtube Video Essays because I'm busy with school, but I have enjoyed watching videos on the difference between psychopaths and people who are pretending to be psychopaths.

My imaginary friend as a kid was an elephant because I had a stuffed animal of Horton and it kinda just morphed into an imaginary friend tbh.

I fall asleep really late and usually listen to some sort of Sleep Aid.

If I had to change my name it'd probably be a naturey name like Aspen or Oakley. I chose the name I go by because of a username I used to go by LMAO.

My favorite of Redacted's audio is probably Anton's newest video where he calls his long-distance partner. (My toxic self wants to say Blake's Valentines Audio too though)

Asher is a character that has little appeal to me. He's like not bad, but I'm just not the biggest fan of him. (also I really do not Caelum but in a romantic sense my answer is Asher)

The Last Of Us has become one of my biggest interests rn, the amount of edits I consume of that show/game is unhealthy. It was very good and Joel is the LOML <3

I honestly don't know who I'm platonically attracted to, but I do prefer platonic friend Lasko rather than romantic Lasko.

I honestly just ramble about my interests, like my favorite books and shows. It kinda just depends on the vibe.

My go-to gas station and drink combo is 'Airhead Extremes' and Lemonade.

My Liked Song playlist (my main genres are Rock and Indie) on Spotify or my playlist with every Arctic Monkey song :)

My guilty pleasure media is StudyGram. I am way too into making pretty notes and watching Instagram Reels about studying.

Anything Else: I'm a science and psychology nerd and I also really like Greek Mythology.

Ooooh, this one was interesting; I could have gone a few directions with it, but what convinced me was StudyGram and how I think you and Ollie could really enjoy that together.

Like, I know he wasn’t always as on top as his game, but the man Ollie is now is conscientious, thoughtful, and smart. There was something incredibly charming about the way he studiously took notes in his first audio, so I think he’d be taken with your love of beautiful, well-structured notes. Ollie’s so sweet about it too, buying you notes and scented pens and cute pencil pouches shaped like a carton of strawberry milk (my personal favorite kind of stationary).

Also, I don’t think we have, like, any real canon information Ollie is a video game boy. He’s more of a board game, but he still appreciates a good playable narrative. I can see y’all having a lovely lazy day of him watching you play The Last of Us, bringing you snacks, asking you questions about the clickers… the opposite of a golden retriever gamer boyfriend in a way.

Song:

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner/ I wanna get stuck in your head/ I wanna watch a T.V. show together/ And when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed

I love songs like this for Ollie and his partner. He is just the pinnacle of domestic sweetness and comfort, and this is just the song for that. It’s the soundtrack to shared bookshelves, trips to the grocery store together, Friday nights on the couch playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets to pick that night’s game~ Plus, it’s a confession-y type of song, and his confession is one of my favorite audios; it suits him 💌

Runner-Ups:

Something about Avior fits well with a Type Four. They’re characterized as the romantics of the Enneagram, emotional, creative, sensitive, and Avior is absolutely the kind of romantic to match that energy. Flyboi!Ivan, I like for you because he strikes me as an Arctic Monkeys guy.

Note: thank you for waiting! I had a couple of IRL writing assignments that fell by the wayside over the past month, and I had to catch up on those. I didn’t forget about any of these matchups, I promise 💖

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted #busybee matches

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akocomyk · 1 year

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Love Out Loud

February 17, 2023

My company’s LGBTQI+ community organized a Pride Community event with the theme Love Out Loud—a celebration of our continuous journey of inclusion and diversity. Its aim was to build self-awareness, have a well-versed idea about HIV, and to advocate a safe environment free of stigma, discrimination, and fear.

Weeks before the event, I was invited by the organizers to perform during the program, being the runner-up of last year’s Pride’s Got Talent—the winner was also invited.

I sang “Ikaw at Ako” by Johnoy Danao and, as an opening spiel, shared how that song became a bridge for Gerald and me to get to know each other and eventually fall in love. Days prior, during Valentine’s, I was serenading Gerald with the same song in a video call because we couldn’t have an actual date.

Going back, that was the first time I got to meet and bond with my fellow community members in our company. Technically, it was the second time we’ve all seen each other since we’re present during the Got Talent competition, but I was trapped inside my holding area that day and I couldn’t really mingle with them. Anyhow, meeting them was fun and liberating—like there’s a sense of welcome and respect.

Photos curtesy of Angelo Camaya

Staying true to the program’s mission, Pete Tan from LoveYourself.ph delivered a talk about HIV awareness—preventing transmission, getting tested, treatment, and living a life with HIV.

At the start of his talk, Pete asked who among the attendees were aware of their HIV status. Several people raised their hands.

I didn’t—for obvious reasons.

And that bugged me. Also, I was a bit ashamed, considering that I strongly advocate for inclusion & diversity and everything that goes with it.

Everyone also knows that I have a partner and we’re quite active in bed. Even though we’ve both been faithful to each other and have only had experience with one another, it’s still good to be aware of what our statuses.

March 4, 2023

I initially wanted to order a self-test kit from Lazada, but then people from the reviews section are saying that the kit is not approved by the FDA and that it’s better to go to a proper testing center. In addition, HIV screening and testing is provided for free at accredited facilities.

I went to the LoveYourself.ph site and found out that they have a branch in Bacoor—Hero by LoveYourself—so I booked an appointment yesterday. I’ll be around the area since I also had a physical therapy session—my PT clinic is also in Bacoor.

Anyhow, after my therapy, I ate lunch and went to Hero by LoveYourself. The staff were very friendly and accommodating and—I don’t know how—there was just a homey feel about the place.

Minutes after submitting my form, I was called—by my birthday—and we went into a small, enclosed area where all the unused testing kits were. The facilitator pricked my finger and drew a few drops of my blood which he put onto the kit. He was trying to comfort me throughout this whole process—apologizing for the prick and asking if it was too painful.

I was then asked to return to the lounge area and wait for around fifteen minutes for me to be called.

A different staff member called me and then we went to a counseling area. She asked me about the history of my sexual activity. And seeing as I only have one sexual partner, I have a very low risk. That’s when she allowed me to pull the testing kit out of its packet and see the results.

She then proceeded with the precautions and advised ways to further prevent acquiring HIV. She was curious as to why I opted on doing a test, so I shared about hearing Pete Tan’s talk in our Love Out Loud event wherein he encouraged us to undergo HIV screening. And then she advised me to do this regularly—if possible, along with my partner—despite of the low risks, just for our peace of mind.

And then… That was it. I went out of the center feeling relieved and proud that I was able to undergo the screening.

#My Life #love out loud #pride #hiv testing #hiv aids #queer community #lgbtq

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jackie5656 · 2 years

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Forever and Always

With; Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

A/n: Finally! Sorry for the wait. Between work and school ya girl is busy. This is basically all fluff and it took me a while to write for some reason. Going to get high and rewatch maze runner now. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of nudity ig? Tooth-rotting fluff and Matt being grouchy.

It’s early evening when Matt can smell a homemade dinner emanating from his apartment, just four blocks from the crosswalk he’s waiting at. Despite his shit day, it beckons a twitch to the corner of his lip. Only you, could somehow sense his sour mood from miles away. And it’s nice, comforting to know he’s coming home to someone every day. He’d asked you to move in just last month, only after finally saying “I love you” for the first time.

Because he did. Matt Murdock was sickeningly head over heels for the girl dancing barefoot in front of his rarely-used stove in his apartment. Or, your apartment, that is. He was still getting used to that. Being able to enjoy your company all the time. Sharing. All aspects of his life, his heart, his mind. Even the dark, twisted, ugly, ‘the devil inside me’ parts that you had somehow worked out of him.

You were sneaky in that way. Reading him in the simplest glances or his most subtle body language. You broke down the walls he’d built around his heart his entire life. In gigantic, messy blows sometimes, but mostly piece by piece. Increments so small he’d only recognized your ways long after he’d told you just about everything.

You had shared too, much more willing to submit your soul to him. Too willing, he feared. By no means was Matt Murdock a perfect lover. The fear of losing you was so overwhelming sometimes, it was easier to push away his longing reciprocate the longing for connection. And so you were patient, accepting the small glimpses into his hear with an empathy he’d never known.

Foggy was right, his best friend was like a school boy who’d just received his first valentine. Face beaming whenever you visited the office per his request, or sometimes to drop off a fresh supply of bagels and coffee to the enjoyment of his beloved coworkers.

With his wandering mind, the esteemed lawyer hadn’t sensed the puddle in his path. Stepping right into the freezing, murky water with a subtle gasp.

“Fuck me.” Was all he managed, attempting to shake the excess water out of the fabric of his pressed pants with a seep sigh. As if today couldn’t get any worse. First, he’d slept in. Startled awake with a call from Foggy reprimanding him for his repeated tardiness. Not even able to enjoy the few minutes he had with you as he rushed to get ready. He’d split coffee over a client’s file, having to wrestle with the damned dinosaur of a printer machine to retrieve a new copy. He was also too busy for lunch and too late for breakfast, and that was just the Matt Murdock side. There was also the current debacle concerning the devil of hell’s kitchen, which had consumed the past few nights on top of the busy days. It was sorted now, after a particularly physical outing last night. Which he’s reminded of as he ascends the apartment building’s stairwell. Clutching one of the deep bruises at his side with a groan. Left foot audibly squishing with each sopping step.

And then there’s you. Singing along to the bellowing speaker on the counter beside all the strewn about ingredients. You’re not nearly as uptight as your boyfriend in this moment. Hair secured up and off your neck to get out of your way, you move along the kitchen in a messy dance. Adding random spices as you see fit whilst nursing a glass of wine. Your second, he figures. Judging by your fluttery heart and the scent of it in you.

“Rough day?” You muse behind your shoulder, taking in his mood with the rough discarding of his shoes and tie.

“Mmph.” Is all he manages, trudging into the bedroom to change with a pitiful expression. You don’t take his laconic response to heart, knowing damn well you’ve had your fair share of snappy attitudes after long days at work.

“You know, Foggy tells me you two probably haven’t had a home cooked meal in ages. You should invite him and Karen over for one sometime this week. We could maybe make it a game night or if Foggy’s too damn competitive-” Your breath hitches in your threat when you turn around and bump right into him. He’s slouched above you, enveloping you in his arms before you can even think to make a snarky joke about one cook in the small kitchen being plenty. A smile etches across your face, hands sliding over his tense shoulders to wrap around his neck. He releases a deep breath, one he seems to have been holding in all day.

“Sorry for being short with you,” he mutters as he moves his face into your neck. Hoping to block out the world around him, if only for a moment. You run a hand through his hair, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“It’s okay hun,” you laugh, shocked with his sudden mood change. “Just happy you’re home.”

“Me too.” He holds you tighter, relishing in the feeling of your heartbeat thrumming against his chest.

“My food is gonna burn though.” You attempt to pull away, smirking when he only holds you tighter.

“I know, I can smell it. Just...couple more seconds.” He takes another deep breath, taking in your scent before finally letting go. He smells himself on you, the shirt that drapes at the middle of your thighs is one of his. He figures he’ll likely never get over it. The way his heart soars when your scent mixes with his, that parts of him are permanently etched into you. The long embrace even shocked him. He wasn’t even thinking, as though his feet had pulled his body to yours by instinct.

“Game night isn’t a bad idea,” he continues as if nothing happened. Almost bashful at his vulnerability. “Karen doesn’t stop asking about you. I’m pretty sure they like you better, actually.” You giggle, and he swears half his shitty day has been erased instantly.

“Eat.” You order, handing him a steaming plate and motioning to the table. You discuss his case at dinner. And it’s nice, to have an outsiders opinion on such a case. Still, mulling over the topic once again tangles his muscles and mind with tension, bringing back the sour mood from before.

You’re cleaning up dinner in comfortable silence. Handing Matt freshly washed dishes to put away and guiding him if he can’t quite place them in the right spot. He’s thinking, you can only assume, mind racing with opening statements and supporting evidence. It’s difficult sometimes, to keep him grounded and present in the moment. He has trouble separating life and work, probably because both of his lives are at constant opposition. That sliver in between, the Matt only you could know, tends to have to be coerced out. Show him how to relax, take a step back and enjoy the little things. When you finally get to him, all the trouble is worth it. The cocky, charming demeanor falls apart under soft touches and whispered words of affection. Matthew Murdock, your Matthew Murdock, is a man that only wishes to be unconditionally loved, because most days he despises himself. All that Catholic guilt and never-ending trauma. He can’t imagine why you’d choose to stay by his side, even after tying to push you away, you stayed. Patient and understanding, unbelievable empathetic and kind. You have broken bits too, and you’ve showed each other how to heal.

It’s then you startle him, gasping and rushing over to the small speaker beside the stove. “Someone New” with Hozier’s soulful voice rings through the apartment. You lower the volume just a bit when Matt winces, careful not to overwhelm him.

“Gonna ask the girl to dance, Murdock? Or stand there like a grouch?” He smiles, because honestly the alcohol is hitting him too. He’s smooth, the way he catches your waist like it’s second nature. Securing you to him through the fit of giggles when and pressing his forehead to yours. Finding the beat of the music and beginning to lead you around the kitchen. You two must look crazy, prancing around the tiled floors in a clumsy waltz. But it’s sickeningly sweet, full of stolen kisses and careful touches.

Somehow you manage to melt the wall around his heart. The stormy cloud that’s hovered over his head all day. You’ll likely get a noise complaint, but most of the corridor is clear due to the billboard that illuminates your home in cool indigo tones.

“He’s definitely a better dance than you. Does his best not to wince when you step on his feet with muttered apologies between laughs. You sing along, and he focuses his hearing on your voice. You can carry a tune, that’s for sure, and any time you find the courage to sing around him he’ll do all he can to soak it in. You catch on when you see him cock his head, his tell that he’s focusing his hearing.

“Stop it.” You whine, face burying into his shoulder to suppress the heat burning your cheeks.

“Keep going, please?” He’s convincing. tone so hopeful you’d be heartless to deny his wishes. You continue, quieter this time as he leads you back to the kitchen. Managing to travel half-ways around the apartment as the song played out. When it comes to an end, he spins you, finishing with a dip that catches you off guard. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to catch your lips in his. Ever the charmer, it’s no wonder he managed to sweep you off your feet. Corny, sure, but you’ve never felt more loved. It’s obvious to just about everyone, you complete one another.

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“Can only imagine how stupid I look right now.” Matt whines, grimacing at the cold, muddy face mask you swipe over his skin.

“Handsome, as always Mr. Murdock.” You assure, planting a kiss to his scrunched nose. His hands stay at your hips, thumbs rubbing in small circles over your skin to keep you in place on the cool counter top of your bathroom.

“Is the lavender scent too much?” You look over at the bath tub to make sure the water isn’t overflowing, having added only a small drop of essential oils to the warm water. His heart swells, forever grateful for your constant awareness of his sensitivity issues.

“It’s nice.” He admits, lips pressing together in his usual stubborn manner. “Just unnecessary, let’s go to bed.” He pulls you closer, nose bumping yours out of the way for a kiss. You pull away before it can become too passionate, rolling your eyes at his dramatic groan.

“Your muscles need to relax, and you kind of smell like rain, baby.”

“Well now you’re just being mean.” You laugh, maneuvering past him so you can pull him towards the tub. Testing the water to ensure it’s not too hot before tugging at the hem of his shirt. He sighs, figuring carnal distraction probably won’t help as much as this will, though he’d never admit it. You scan the shelf on the shower for your favorite body wash as he sinks into the tub. He focuses on his breathing, taking in the subtle scents that seem to ease all his worries.

“Told you this would help.” He only hums, too distracted to come up with a witty response.

“You coming in?”

“In a second.” You rummage through drawers to find a silk scarf, wrapping your hair to ensure it doesn’t get wet.

“Don’t worry, I’m a gentleman. I won’t look.” You scoff at his words as you undress, yanking the hand that covers his eyes away as he laughs at his own joke. He offers his arm for you to hold onto as you step in, allowing your skin to adjust to the heat before fully sitting. He massages your calves once you settle in, smirking at your contented sigh. Bastard knows all the pressure points to rub out the tension.

“This is supposed to be about you.”

“I’m relaxed when you are.” His words make your heart flutter, it makes you wonder if he notices how much he effects you even after all this time. He motions for you to come to his side, and you do so without hesitation. Pressing your back to his chest and calming at the feel of his heartbeat.

“When we first met,” he swallows, mulling over his next words. “You never asked me if I was born blind. ‘S usually the first thing people ask.”

“I guess it didn’t matter. You never brought it up, and it didn’t seem like something I needed to know. Didn’t want to pry.” You reply simply, smiling at the memory of your first introduction.

“I appreciated that most, I think. You never once made me feel like a blind man. Just a man, who happened to be blind.” He presses a kiss to your temple, allowing his tensions to succumb to the soothing atmosphere as he traces absent-minded shapes in the suds on your arm.

“Almost forgot, you lean over the side of the tub and grab something plastic, but he can sense wires.

“Is that...Do you still have a walkman?” You swat his chest over your shoulder at his amusement. Bashful at his teasing.

“It’s nostalgic! And I can listen to music in the bath without worrying I’ll drop an airpod in the water.” Defending yourself as you untangle the headphones.

“Here, you put them on.” You offer, brows furrowing when he shakes his head. “You know, now that I think of it. I’ve never seen you wear headphones.”

“I’d like to keep one of my working senses without distraction.”

“How about this. I sit here and read my book, intently listening for any and all imminent danger. While you experience the beauty of music for the first time in your life.”

“I’ve listened to music before, sweetheart. I actually showed you your favorite Bob Dylan song.”

“I’m going to disregard the last comment, because it’s a straight-up lie. And of course you’ve listened to music. But listening to music without headphones is like peanut butter without jelly, or thunder without lightning. It’s an utterly different experience. It’s like-”

“I think I’ve got the point.” He muses, rolling his eyes when you huff out a defeated breath through your nose. He can never argue with you for long, unfortunately. Those pouted lips can be quite persuasive.

“Fine. Wipe this stupid mask off my face and I’ll do it.” You clap, dipping a washcloth into the water and gently ridding his skin of the clay substance. He’s more than happy to be under your touch, suppressing a giddy smile at your soft caresses. Matt Murdock realizes then, he’d do just about anything, within his comfort zone or not, to ensure your heat beats as steady as it does just now.

“Thank you.” He’s shocked that his own words almost make him choke up. Sometimes, he swears the amount of love he has for you is too much for one person to handle. It’s overwhelming, the times he realizes how much he cares for you.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“Taking care of me. Loving me.” His hand moves to hold your jaw, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone as he uses the same cloth to wipe the mask of your face.

“Forever and always baby.” You press a soft kiss to his nose, satisfied when his ears burn a crimson red at the action. “Now, headphones. This mixtape was designed for lavender-scented baths.”

“This mixtape is probably from your teenage self.”

“And she had great music taste, thank you very much.” You secure the padded headset on him, giggling at how he cringes at the foreign feeling.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am.” You muse, pressing a grateful kiss to his lips to hush his attitude.

Matt laughs as the opening notes to “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” ring throughout his ears. You smack him again, embarrassed with his reaction.

“It’s a great song, asshole.”

“It’s good baby, great, really.” He assures through a laugh, smiling ear to ear as he squeezes at your hips in consolation. Settling in as the catchy bridge leads to the infamous chorus. It’s unbelievable, the way he’s entranced by the notes. Able to hear each and every layer of notes and vocals with the headphones on. It consumes him, distracting him from just about any and all outside troubles as the guitar strums in the instrumental section. Vibrating throughout his body into a trance-like state. You were right, of course. Music has always been an escape, but this is a whole new experience. It’s like floating, allowing the notes to guide him through the song in a beautiful muse. He’s solemn as the music fades, bringing the song to a close all too soon.

“What did I tell you?” Your voice brings him back to reality, your hand pulling the headset from his ears with excitement.

“W-wow.” Is all he manages, the both of you chuckling at his foggy state.

“Can’t imagine what it’s like with those senses of yours. You want them off now?” You figure he won’t be able to fully calm down if he can’t hear what’s going on, careful to always respect his understandable anxieties.

“Yeah, just-” he stops your arm from pulling the headset away, “one more song.”

“Who am I to stop you?” You grin, settling back into his arms to continue reading when he hesitates again.

“Could you...Would you come to church with me tomorrow?” He almost sounds nervous, the way his voice tinges with hesitation. “I know you aren’t really religious. And I’d totally understand if you don’t want to. It’s just, well I’d like you to see the church. And meet Father Lantom, of course. He’s heard all about you and-”

“You talk to him about me?” You interrupt, smiling sweetly at his nervous rambling. He falters, rolling his lips together.

“Yes. A lot, actually. He’s been asking to meet you for some time now.” Your heart swells impossibly bigger at his words. He’s never asked, never really invited you to experience his faith in full before. You always figured it was something between him and what he believed in, which you respected. For him to offer something so important to him...You’re sure you’ve just fallen in love all over again.

“Of course, baby. I’d love to go.” You run you hands through his hair, brightening when he leans into your touch.

“Can I ask why you’re asking now? So suddenly.” He considers your question, knowing he’ll have to lie to you for the first time in a long time.

“Guess I hadn’t thought you’d like to go. But sense we’re forcing each other to try new things.” He quips, motioning to the device in hand. He hopes to god you believe him, with no other explanation prepared. Mind picturing the ring that’s hidden in the back of his sock drawer. He can’t ask you just yet. Been debating when the right time would be, how he would make it perfect. Because it’s what you deserve. You’ve never been big on showy romantic gestures. No matter how though, it has to be done just right. And that starts with you being introduced to his first real guardian. One of the most important people in his life needs to meet the amazing woman he plans to marry.

“Still with me?” You jest, poking his chest as he snaps out of his thought.

“Of course, sweetheart. Forever and always.”

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sporklift · 2 years

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I just spent the past day or so scrolling through you nalby tag and I just wanted to say thank you for feeding this starving nalby lover with high quality content :) (any nalby headcanons floating around at the moment?)

AH yes! Nalby headcanons! Haven't been in the TMR mood in a bit, so please accept my Nalby headcanon offerings:

It took them too long to get together. Like. Way too long. They were stupid in love and super unaware the other one felt that way for, like, months and months. Alby would stand outside the Maze biting his nails waiting for Newt to come back. Like. He was worried about all of the Runners. But especially Newt.

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this one before, but they're big cuddlers. Trade off being big and little spoon, sometimes no spooning is involved at all, but they just love to cuddle whenever they can.

Alby always tries to give Newt the better half of anything he has - rations, the nicer side of the blanket, the pillow that DOESN'T smell like mildew, but he will deny it if you try to make him admit it. Newt knows and will occasionally try to beat him to things first just so Alby gets a turn on the better half of a thing.

They'd daydream a lot about their future together - their family, their house, how they'd put pictures and names up on the mantle, the quilt that they'd make together, the dog they'd have. Stuff like that.

Newt talks in his sleep and it's always something really sweet that he wouldn't be caught dead saying in real life.

In different circumstances they would 110% be into cottagecore. But if there's anything even remotely like the canon stuff with WICKED no way no how (whether in a world where they both made it out alive, or in an AU) but without the trauma, they would love cottagecore.

And also road trips.

In addition, with non-canon universes: they abstain from celebrating Valentine's Day because something terrible always happens and so they make a thing of it and have their lovey dovey holiday on April 25th. Why? Because it's not too hot and all you need is a light jacket.

#nalby #whoo hoo it's been a minute with these two!#thanks for the ask!#let's talk

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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Chapter 8 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“Oh, hello there Sakura.”

She almost lost her balance when she saw her next customers. Standing beside Kakashi with her arm entangled in his was a brunette, a spitting image of Dr. Aki Nohara, a giveaway that this was her sister. Sakura’s surroundings dimmed out of focus, and her hearing became muffled as if she was submerged underwater.

“Couldn’t mistake that green eyes for anyone,” Kakashi continued. “I’ll have a caramel butterscotch with extra whipped cream – make it super heavy – and Rin –“

“That’s supposed to be my order, you dummy,” the woman replied beside him. He chuckled in fascination and tightened his hold on her arm. “Besides, you don’t like sweets.”

“You’re still on a specialized diet so allow me to eat and drink whatever you want while you stick with – “ Kakashi glanced at Sakura, and she immediately mustered a tight-lipped smile. “One iced americano in your smallest size please. Thanks, Sakura.”

She took in a deep breath, suddenly aware that she wasn’t able to acknowledge her teacher and his companion, but so many things have been running through her head – like how did he know it was her? Why was he with Rin? Did he propose already? She hasn’t even confessed yet.

Somehow, in the dragging silence in her ears, she heard Sasuke cleared his throat. That was enough to break her from the spell, and she put on her bravest mask. “Hi Kakashi-sensei. Nice of you to drop by! I’ll have your order ready in a jiffy.”

Kakashi turned around and waved lazily at Sasuke. “One of my students is here too. Are you on a red eye advance study?”

“Can’t sleep so might as well have caffeine.”

“You’re too young to have this energy.”

Rin jokingly slapped Kakashi on the arm. “You talk as if you’re old already.”

“But aren’t I?” The pair slowly drifted away to find a table, but Sakura noticed the flash of recognition when Rin took a long good look at Sasuke, but her friend stared at them like he was throwing sharp draggers.

“He looks happy,” Sakura noted as she fixed their drinks.

“I want your favorite coffee,” Sasuke quipped out of nowhere.

“There’s a thing called palpitations. It’s caramel macchiato.”

“Might do me some good while I wait for you to finish your shift.”

Sakura sighed, feeling the tiredness come upon her all of a sudden so she relented. “Just take it to-go. I want to get out of here.”

She quickly asked permission from the manager, saying she felt sick and fatigued, and with her clocking overtime in the past few weeks, her request was immediately approved without deductions. The mixed winter and spring air hit her lungs as soon as she stepped outside. Sasuke waited for her across the street, a gesture that implied she could go to him or separate ways right now. As she vied for time to decide, she took one last look through the window.

It was a foreign sight. She has never seen Kakashi’s attention torn apart from his books. Even if he was talking, there would be an open page on his side, stealing glances on passages when the conversations got boring, yet there he was, fully attuned to whatever Rin was saying with no book around him…like she was his favorite book and he enjoyed reading every letter of her.

And Sakura realized she could never be the story he would even want to pick up.

She felt the tears coming so she started her pace on the same road. Across from her, Sasuke got the signal and went the other way.

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The last term of their second year came like a bazooka. Sakura threw herself on her pet project as a sort of coping mechanism. The announcement was done during the general assembly which did not generate the intended buzz or reaction. After all, it was a tricky topic to handle and many facets of which were still stigmatized when talked openly in public. Naruto, ever the people magnet, broke the agitated atmosphere in the auditorium with a slow clap and was soon joined by many others.

The council created a Google form which allowed students to anonymously register, and they get assigned a schedule on the day their contracted psychiatrist comes to visit. All they had to do was provide their designated client number. The council further complemented this with short programs that serve as mental health breaks for the student body. Sometimes, this would be as light as a block screening of a coming-of-age film or heavy like a conference with faculty and teachers and questions and concerns are remotely flashed.

Then came Valentines’ Day, and the council organized this some kind of literary showcase that presented the opportunity to mingle woes of personal sadness and griefs with confessions that would have been left unsaid. Naruto and Sasuke both helped in constructing the makeshift stage in the middle of the soccer field that would be used later that afternoon.

“Cookie points for my crush,” Naruto grinned as he hammered away. “Thanks for picking the poem I will be reciting tonight, grumpy. Didn’t know you were into literature.” He jokingly elbowed the raven-haired beside him, and he got a death glare in return.

“Do it properly. Look at that nail sticking out like your porcupine hair,” Sasuke grumbled. “And yes, I’m not as uncultured as you are.”

“But I still don’t understand it though.”

“Ugh, just use the internet to search its meaning, idiot.”

“Meanie!”

A fellow runner peeked into their work area and knocked on wood. “Hey Uchiha. Some girl is looking for you.” Her face expressed grimace, having done this for more than five times already within the span of an hour. If it wasn’t Sasuke, it was one of Naruto’s fan girls or boys.

Sasuke went to her and fumbled around for cash in his pocket. “Next time someone looks for us, tell them we went home for the day. Here’s money for your date later. If you have anyway.”

“Whatever grumpy.” The runner replied, still half-angry, half-frustrated, but she took the money all the same and told the girls that ‘They told me to tell you they went home for the day so shoo shoo.’

Naruto laughed at Sasuke’s successful attempt at bribery. “Look at that rich money. I wonder whether Sakura will give us chocolates.”

“Have you seen their office?” Sasuke flipped open the curtains that will be hang as backdrop. “Their desk is filled with chocolates from her admirers – platonically, romantically, whatever. Some people from other schools dropped by too. You got serious competition.”

Naruto chuckled nervously. “As if I do not know that already. Haven’t you told me before- she likes everyone and everyone likes her.”

Not really true at all now, Sasuke thought to himself. But ignorance is bliss, Naruto.

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The three sat on the grass beside the stage, having full view of the student body listening to the reciters. Throughout the program, Sakura went through each package given to her, visibly stressed with evident signs of sleepless nights under her eyes.

“Before I forget, happy Valentine’s day you two. My council-mates told me you didn’t get any chocolates,” Sakura gave each of them a pouch of small chocolate bars. Sasuke didn’t have to guess if it was store-bought or homemade based on the cuts on her fingers.

“Sakura, stop eating. I almost gagged at the seventh chocolate,” Naruto complained. He tried to get the basket of sweets from her, but she just moved it away from his reach.

“Everything tastes bitter,” she muttered under her breath. “I need sugar. My energy can’t keep up with the countless interviews. I understand that the school board liked the exposure, but the burden falls on me. At least have a teacher back me up?”

“Heard Kakashi-sensei volunteered to accompany you in interviews?” Sasuke was too late in shutting Naruto up, but the most that question got out of Sakura was an eyebrow raise.

“I need more sweets.” She proceeded to jam the rest of the Hershey’s kisses in her mouth.

“Okay, we have a submission from Uzumaki Naruto,” the announcer said. “Shout out to our rookie MVP!” A round of applause. “And who might be the recipient of this poem? We heard through the grapevine that he hid from his admirers all day. I know several people are waiting to confess to him!”

Sasuke instructed him earlier to send the poem anonymously and address it to Sakura, but the dumbass blonde mistakenly exchanged it. He rubbed his forehead in annoyance, but he can’t bring it up right now.

“Just read the poem!” Naruto shouted on the side, clearly embarrassed now. Sakura looked up at him, genuinely curious now, and her sticky chocolate-filled mouth was on the edge of firing him questions.

“Sasuke and I sent in poems! Just to support your program, nothing really too deep into it ehe.” Naruto glanced at Sasuke with slightly widened eyes. “Right, Sasuke?”

“Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare,” the person started.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

Sakura slapped Naruto on the arm. “Didn’t know you read Shakespeare! What a romantic!”

“Isn’t it a tragedy?” Sasuke remarked, a look of disgust in his face when Sakura mindlessly offered him a toblerone. “No sweets for me.”

Sakura guffawed at Sasuke’s remark, and her laughing was a rare sight recently. She was in too deep in her student council functions that they barely see her. And when they did, she’d be a little bit closer to fatigue.

“What’s funny? Who’s Shakespeare? Let me in on the joke!”

“Let’s call on Kakashi-sensei, our very own student council advisor and youngest teacher in the university. He’ll be reciting a poem by Pablo Neruda. A man of culture, we see,” the emcee announced.

Sakura stopped laughing as soon as she heard his name. If Sasuke could glean into her thoughts, she’s probably making up excuses to escape right now.

Kakashi stood in the middle of the stage, holding an open book. “Let me just ramble on here for a bit. Neruda is a Chilean poet and a politician, but just as much as he is a revolutionary, he is a romantic and a worshipper of ideals and ordinary things. He often compared his muses to earth and nature – basic providers of our existence. It’s interesting to see. Now, this poem is what I would have wanted to say to someone who is fundamentally part of my existence, but she won’t listen to me.” Kakashi smiled even more at the onset of outburst of giggles from the students. “So you’re gonna be the audience whether you want it or not.”

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

A thundering applause followed Kakashi’s poem and random shouts of, “Drop her name sensei!” “Good luck to your love life!” “Happy for you, sensei!”

As the lights went out on the stage, Sakura fished another pouch from her vest pocket, and Sasuke knew at once that it was Kakashi’s. She popped a bar into her mouth, staring blankly ahead.

“God, it’s so bitter.” Her lips started to quiver, and she started to cry.

Naruto threw a worried glance at Sasuke, but his expression must have given something away because the blonde didn’t prod, and he looked as if all the puzzles fell into place.

Sasuke just didn’t expect to be confronted about it as soon as the program finished. He was carrying blocks of wood to the shed when Naruto dropped the question – a question he already knew the answer to.

“You like Sakura.”

Sasuke inhaled sharply and halted his steps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stacked the wood against each other and turned to face the blonde. “Besides, shouldn’t you be worrying about exams?”

“What exams? We’re exempted from it,” Naruto bristled.

Sasuke smirked. “No, you’re not. You didn’t qualify for finals.”

“Oh shit.”

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“What do we get in return?” Sakura asked as she munched on her bento box. Shouts of the practicing dragonboat team filtered through their space.

“But last time you volunteered!” Naruto said.

“We’re friends so my services don’t come free anymore,” she chided back.

Naruto glared at Sasuke. “If she’s not gonna do it, you’re gonna do it.”

Sasuke nonchalantly shook his head as he skimmed through Naruto’s notes. “What she said.” They weren’t notes per se, but doodles of Sasuke and Sakura and interestingly, projections of different batting stances. “I’m also not gonna forgive you with the duck butt hair.”

“But you have a duck butt hair!” Naruto crossed his arms and huffed menacingly. “Ramen?”

“Same old, same old.” Sakura finished her lunch and started to sip her cranberry juice. “Give us something new.”

“Ramen and…..karaoke?”

Sakura brightened up at the prospect. “Deal.”

“At least add snacks to your place,” Sasuke interjected. “And not just ramen. Put some nuts or fruits in your fridge.”

Naruto grumbled but raised two thumbs up in defeat. “Deal.”

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Sasuke has thin patience when it came to teaching Naruto, Sakura observed. She didn’t know how these two managed to do the supplementary math lessons when she wasn’t a part of their group yet. She didn’t mind teaching, but Naruto’s short attention span was a devil of its own. He would be attentive to her for 15 minutes and then drowse off so Sasuke and her agreed on non-negotiables.

“No ramen break for you if you don’t finish this set of problems,” Sakura told him.

“You’re demon spawns,” Naruto cried out in defiance.

“If you don’t get a passing score on this sample test, no kani toppings for you.” Sasuke raised the stakes.

“Demon spawns,” Naruto repeated.

“You won’t call us demon spawns if you see your name on the list of passers.” Sakura started the stopwatch on her phone. “Now go.”

This took her mind off things, from Kakashi’s public confession to the blank career form hidden within the pages of her history textbook. It was a good distraction until the penultimate exams day. Naruto came in with a bandana on his forehead with FIGHTING written in the middle of it. Sasuke, as usual, breezed through it, already finished by the thirty-minute mark.

And she? Well, she liked exams. The time limit and the pressure allowed her the reprieve to shut the rest of the world out so she relished answering each number until the bell rang. It was a moment where she can focus fully on the paper in front of her, the sound of her pen scribbling, and her mind working full force to cull out the answers in her memory. Her utmost concentration on questions suspended her own questions on her feelings for a teacher, on her parents’ divorce, on her future.

When the school plastered the results on the bulletin board, she couldn’t help but release a satisfied chuckle. She turned to Sasuke who was surprisingly stoic about the results. “First place! The bonus point really helped.”

“Why should I bother with a teacher’s middle name for the bonus question?” Sasuke grumbled back. “Congrats. Stop rubbing it in my face already.”

Naruto was too busy pointing his name on the board and bragging about it to the student body, most especially the freshies. When he found them on the back of the crowd, he rushed to them and placed his arms around their shoulders “Drinks on me!!!!!”

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“He really shouted drinks on me in the middle of the school, sauntered in here like he’s loaded, and ordered two pitchers of iced tea.” Sakura kept bringing this up since they entered the karaoke room ten minutes ago.

Naruto was preoccupied with inputting song numbers on the machine to respond to Sakura’s banters. “Technically, they’re still drinks!”

Sasuke was on the phone with the kitchen, and from what she could hear, he was ordering almost everything on the menu. When he sat down on the adjacent couch, Sakura leaned forward to him. “Are you gonna finish all of that?”

He jutted his index finger to Naruto. “No, but he will.”

The first notes of Michael Jackson’s Thriller wafted through the room, and the blonde made a quick impression of the artist’s famed moonwalk.

“Why are you opening with that?” Sakura cried out in amusement. “It’s not even Halloween!” Sasuke watched Naruto try to dance with a straight face, but she thought he was itching to face palm the whole time.

Naruto kept beckoning Sakura to join him in the middle of the room, but she was busy laughing at him and taking videos. “I’ll send these to Haru as a pick-me-up. I think this is the best remedy.”

Next was Sakura’s pick – Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle. She couldn’t contain her laughter in between verses when the two boys finally heard that she was tone deaf. Naruto joined her with the other mic, trying to drown out the off-key notes. By the bridge, Sasuke stood up with them, a glass of juice in his hand, and mouthed the words.

“You know this song!” Sakura said excitedly.

“I don’t live under a rock!” He yelled back amid the loud music.

“OOOH BABY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT’S WORTH OOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH. THEY SAY IN HEAVEN, LOVE COMES FIRST. OOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH!”

“Okay who’s next?” she asked when the next number flashed on the screen. Sasuke silently took the mic from her and faced the monitor with a hand in his pants’ pocket.

Naruto gripped the mic harder when the song started. “I’ll be your second voice, grumpy!”

She immediately went to the front and started recording. “One for the road.”

“No videos, Haruno,” Sasuke warned.

“Come on, it’s my remembrance,” she whined. He wasn’t able to clap back when the lines started to move.

“Turn around…” Naruto sang.

“Every now and then, I get a little bit lonely and you’re never coming ‘round,” Sasuke’s baritone voice filled the room like an empty coliseum.

“The fuck. You can sing?” Sakura gasped out loud. “How can you have that voice and not sing - like you know, every day?!”’

Sasuke gestured her to stop as he belted, stoic-faced, through the chorus with Naruto singing like a slaughtered pig in the background. Sakura stopped recording and joined them for the rest of the song.

Two hours and three pitchers of orange juice later, they finally settled on the couch and munched on Naruto’s leftovers of fries, buttered chicken, nachos, and calamari. On the karaoke monitor was David Bowie singing Heroes.

“Can’t believe we’re already seniors two months from now.” He stared at the ceiling, his eyes following the tag game of disco lights. “Elections of officers will be tomorrow which means Captain Haru will be formerly stepping down.”

Sasuke reached out and shook his hand. “Good luck next captain.”

Naruto immediately pulled out from his grasp. “What do you mean next captain?”

Sakura chuckled and patted his back as assurance. “Everyone knows it’ll be you. Have you seen how your teammates look at you when you’re discussing strategies?”

In the dimness of the room, she saw the flush on Naruto’s cheeks, and she found it amusing how he cannot take compliments.

Naruto scratched the back of his head. “Well, everything is possible, right? That said, I still haven’t filled out my college form, but I’m really set on getting an athletic scholarship and eventually be part of the national team! How about you grumpy? Changed your mind yet?”

“About what?” Sakura glanced at the silent raven-haired guy beside her. To be able to see this much of him was a nice privilege.

“I’m moving away after high school.” Sasuke fiddled with his half-empty glass, his eyes trained on the slushing juice. “I already sent applications to some universities in Europe.”

“We also have good medicine programs here. I don’t get why you have to move away so far. I’m so bad with converting time zones.”

Sasuke scrunched his nose in annoyance. “Are you dumb? The schools you listed are also out of this district.”

She seemed to be moving farther and farther from their exchange. Like an outsider peeking in, she understood the frailty of the moments in front of her, and by the time the next two months set in, the stopwatch would have started running its last lap. The bonds she has made so serendipitously were in danger of being cut off by dreams. She breathed in, engulfing the noise and scent of this room, panning every color and shape assembled like supercut in her head, praying that someday if she would lose herself, she’d come back here right at this frozen memory and relive the wonderful indecisiveness of adolescence and the chance to say I don’t know without repercussions.

“Sakura to earth?” Naruto’s voice.

“Idiot. It’s earth to Sakura.” Sasuke’s voice.

She blinked fast, returning to the moment that wasn’t finished playing out yet. She quickly brushed her hands on her eyes as if something got into her eyes, hoping they don’t see the small droplets of tears that have formed. “Oh uh, I have a list of prospects, but I’m not quite sure what to take.” The form was still blank actually.

“That’s a usual problem of anyone who’s too good at everything,” Sasuke replied.

“Are you complimenting me?” I wish I was.

“Should I take it back?” He proceeded to gulp down the remnants of his glass.

The monitor suddenly turned off, indicating their time has run out. “Hey guys, for our last term, let’s make the most out of it, all right?” Naruto asked. “I’m so happy we became friends.”

“No hugging please,” Sasuke said, but it was too late. Naruto’s arms were too strong to pull away from so the two allowed him a few seconds of skinship.

Naruto’s words struck a chord in Sakura; it was a resolve she tried to form and disfigure for several months now. Before they could stand up to fix their things, Sakura blurted it out loud before her courage took the best of her.

“For our last term.” She flexed her fingers and curled them up against her palm, placing weight on her lap as she ground her fists onto it. “For our last term, I’m gonna confess to Kakashi.”

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all-that-tmnt-jazz · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day Challenge [4/14]

Warnings: None

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: Day 4 out of 14. None of the prompts/scenarios are related

Posting: 3:30 PM Each Day

Prompt: The First Time They Go On a Date

Leo:

He was so nervous to actually go on this date with you

You had been calling him your boyfriend for several weeks now

But you two hadn’t gone on a date yet

He had planned this for a while

He was going to make dinner, bring it to the rooftop of your apartment building, then he would go down to your window and pick you up

He didn’t understand why this made him nervous

So, he just distracted himself by starting to make dinner

Raph poked fun at him for how much thought Leo’s putting into this date

Leo slapped him

But then, he found himself at your apartment building, setting up

The dinner he made was set up, and he even talked Mike into borrowing a speaker to play soft music

He makes sure it’s your favorite songs, too

Once he was certain it was perfect, he texted you to ask if you were ready

You text back nearly immediately

Yup! :)

He drops down to your window and knocks

His heart is racing, waiting for you

When you open the window, his breath catches in his throat

You’re gorgeous

Raph:

He was shocked when you said “yes” after he asked you out

Immediately, he knew he had to do something special for you

So, he planned a date

He’s a sucker for movie nights, so he started there

He decided that you would come to the Lair

Mostly to calm himself and say that you could leave if you realized you didn’t want to be with him

(which you knew was a fucking lie)

Either way, knew he had to make it perfect

He made sure to get your favorite snacks and drinks

Well, he asked April to get them

He knows you and him have similar taste in films, but that was honestly the hardest part

He spent literal hours looking over his movie collection, trying and struggling to pick a movie

“They like ‘The Maze Runner’ book series and said they want to see the movies,” April said to him, bearing snacks

He was relieved to have someone who knew what they were doing

“Thanks, April. I do have the first two movies…”

After Raph had talked his brothers into leaving him alone with you, he managed to set up everything

(he even found some white fairy lights to string around)

So, he texted you he was all set for you to come over

When you arrived, his heart nearly stopped

You were wearing his shade of red

Donnie:

He had everything down to a T

He had figured out every possible response you would give, but somehow the one you said wasn’t on the list

You… You said yes.

So he restarted his plan

He asked the right questions to figure out your favorite movies, snacks, drinks, meals

(everything he would need to know to start planning a date, of course)

He was a bit more shocked than he should have been about you telling him you were into astronomy

You were studying to get a degree, and he just never asked until you brought it up

“Yeah, I’m getting a masters in Astronomy & Space Sciences.”

He almost had a heart attack when you said this- mostly because of how casually you said it

You had explained how you had always loved going stargazing and learning about space ever since you were a child

You couldn’t really, though, because of light pollution in the city

So, that gave him an idea

He was able to talk Leo and Splinter into letting him take you somewhere in the Tartaruga Truck

He brought you to the Lair, then to the truck

“It’s a surprise, Y/n. You’re gonna love it!”

He drove north to southern Connecticut to the Wild Flower Sanctuary

“What are we doing here?”

“Star gazing.”

You didn’t believe him

But then, you saw him setting up his telescope

When he looked back at you, you were still in the truck, shocked

He smiled

He was so glad to be the one to make you that happy

Mikey:

He is very much like Buddy from “Elf” when he starts planning this date

He has so many ideas that have a child-like charm to them

But, instead of getting mediocre coffee and going through a revolving door, he has other ideas

You two had started dating in the middle of October

You were confused on when he invited you to the Lair on Halloween, but you didn’t question it

Next thing you knew, you and him were going through the city

The only difference?

You both were on the sidewalk

He got several compliments on his ‘costume,’ and he always thanked the giver

He took you to a restaurant

It was more casual, yes, but he knew that this night could never be repeated

He was able to use some (borrowed) cash to pay for you two

And then he took you to an open-door party in Rockefeller Centre

He loved watching you enjoying yourself the entire night

He loved that this was because of him

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yugen-works-118 · 3 years

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Happy Valentine’s Day! It’s a little bit late, but it’s too damn cold for Texas so here’s some fluff! :D

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The air was cold. Too cold, Aki mused to herself. Wasn’t it supposed to start warming up by now? She exhaled from her mouth and watched the puff of air form a cloud for just a moment before vanishing. She hugged the bags of chocolates closer to her chest hoping to keep them from becoming too cold. Learning and getting the hang of how to make chocolates was a tedious process, thank god she decided to begin preparing them at the beginning of the week with how many failed attempts there were. She could feel her fingers beginning to go numb, she wished she had brought some gloves or something. She looked down at the bags of chocolates tucked into her arms. This would be the first Valentine’s Day she spent with people she actually cared about and loved, wouldn’t it? She smiled softly at the thought. She wasn’t sure what to expect of it, and she was a bit nervous, but knowing her friends; everything would go well.

“Aki-San!”

“Aki-nee-chan!” She stopped and turned around to see Rua and Ruka jogging towards her.

“Hello, Rua, Ruka,” she greeted. The twins were bundled up nice and warm with matching light blue and pale pink winter coats respectively along with boots, pants, and gloves. Rua wore a beanie which hid his ponytail while Ruka donned a pair of fluffy earmuffs.

“Are you going to Poppo Time too?” Rua bounced in place excitedly.

“Yes, I am.”

“Cool!” Aki realized, seeing as they were already here she might as well. She fished through the pile of bags clutched to her chest until she found Rua and Ruka’s bags of chocolate.

“Here,” she said. She handed the appropriately labeled bags to each twin. They both beamed at her and wrapped their arms around her sides as best as they could.

“Thank you,” they said simultaneously. Aki smiled and wrapped an arm around both of them as best as she could with the pile of bags in one hand.

“Of course.” The twins smiled up at her before presenting bags of their own to her. She smiled and thanked them in return. The rest of the walk to Poppo Time was filled with talk of how their days went, things they had planned for the weekend such as going out with Bob, Tenpei, and Patty, and other mundane things. Once they arrived at Poppo Time, Rua took a running start and practically slammed the doors open much to Ruka’s chagrin.

“Hey guys!”

“Yo! What’s up Rua?!” She heard Crow call back just as enthusiastically. Rua had already run down the ramp and was talking with Crow and Bruno in the garage when Aki and Ruka entered the door.

“Hi,” Ruka greeted as she walked down the ramp. Aki lingered for a moment to close the door.

“Hey, Ruka, Aki!” Crow greeted.

“Hi!” Bruno greeted from the entrance of the living room.

“Hello,” Aki responded. She walked down the stairs and joined the lot of people in the garage. Rua ran and peered around Yusei’s duel runner, looking disappointed at the absence of the mechanic.

“Huh? Where’s Yusei and Jack,” Rua asked. Meanwhile, Ruka was giving both her and her brother’s bags of chocolates to Crow and Bruno. Aki doing the same a moment later.

“Thanks you guys! Jack went to spend the day with Carly, so, who knows when he’ll come back,” Crow explained. “Hm, I’m not sure where Yusei went though. I just got back from making deliveries and he wasn’t here.”

“Yusei went to go pick up some parts for some of the computers he’s working on fixing.” Bruno clarified, then turned to Aki and Ruka. “Thank you,” he said as he accepted the bags of chocolate. Rua pouted and groaned.

“Aw!” Crow chuckled and rubbed Rua’s head.

“It’s all good though, they’ll probably be back soon. In the meanwhile, who wants some hot chocolate?! Because it’s damn cold outside!”

“Me!” The twins cried simultaneously while raising their hands excitedly. Aki chuckled at their antics.

“I’ll take some as well if you don’t mind. Thanks Crow.”

“Can I have some too?” Bruno asked sheepishly.

“Heck yeah you can! Go get some blankets and take off your coats!” Crow instructed.

“Yes sir!” Rua mock saluted with a grin on his face. Ruka smiled and chuckled at her brother’s actions. The four of them walked to the living area and shedded their heavy winter coats, gloves, and head accessories before plopping down on the couch, Rua comfortably nestling into Aki’s right side while Bruno took a seat to Aki’s left after he threw some blankets over them all. The room was filled with a blissfully comfortable silence save for Rua gently asking Ruka if she was warm enough or would want more of the blanket, only to be met with gentle assurances that she was fine. Aki hummed contently and snuggled further into the couch, closing her eyes. She heard the twins giggle softly and felt Rua bury himself into Aki’s side. Aki smiled gingerly and began stroking the boy’s hair gently. At some point Bruno began to talk about projects and the progress of their engine program that Yusei and him made, Aki hummed in acknowledgement at the appropriate times and praised their work when needed. Crow came back in the room carrying a tray with five steaming cups of hot chocolate resting atop it. Crow distributed the cups to each person before demanding Bruno to scooch over so he could sit too. Bruno tried his best to not disturb Aki and the twins with his awkward shuffling. At that point, Crow began talking about how his deliveries went, how some people were just plain rude assholes to him, and any other occurrences that happened while running his deliveries. Eventually he began asking the twins and Aki about how school was going for all of them. At some point, they all heard the garage door open and close quite loudly.

“Hi everyone! Huh? Where is everyone?” That was Carly’s voice. They also heard Jack harumph.

“Where the hell are you Crow?!”

“In the living room!” The orange headed man shouted back. It wasn’t long before Jack and Carly entered the living room.

“Hey Jack, where have you guys been all day? Hi Carly!” Jack hmphed and claimed it was none of Crow’s business.

“We went on a date at the pier!” Carly stated at the same time. Jack turned to look at Carly, his eyes squinting at her. A bead of sweat rolled down Carly’s face as she sheepishly turned to face her lover.

“Hehe, sorry,” she apologized meekly. Jack sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The blonde then turned and caught sight of their guests.

“I’ll be right back, just a moment.” Jack stomped off, earning quizzical glances from Crow and Carly. The reporter sheepishly turned to face the lot on the couch.

“So, uh,” she chuckled awkwardly. “How’s life?” They all stared at her blankly and shrugged. Jack entered back in the room with a plastic bag.

“Here,” he huffed, shoving a chocolate bar in Aki’s hands. “You should be grateful that I of all people got you lot anything.” He shoved two more chocolate bars into each of the twins’s hands. They all chuckled and smiled at the blonde.

“Thanks Jack!” Rua smiled at him. Ruka thanked Jack as well.

“Thank you,” Aki said. Oddly enough, the man seemed a tad surprised but huffed.

“You should be grateful.” Aki softly asked Ruka to reach for the pile of bags on the small table behind her. Rua reached forward to the coffee table and retrieved Jack’s bags of chocolates while Aki did the same. Three bags of chocolates were presented to Jack.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Aki smiled. Jack hmphed and smiled, taking the three bags.

“Offerings worthy of a king, I shall enjoy these.” The three chuckled at their older friend. Crow paused for a moment, and then his eyes widened.

“Oh crap, that’s right!” Crow pressed his hand against Bruno’s face to brace himself as he stood and ran to the kitchen, calling out an apology to the now disheveled Bruno. Jack puffed air through his nose and went to get a blanket for him and Carly to share from his room. Crow came back in the room with three goodie bags and gave one to Rua, Ruka, and Aki. “Sorry, I completely forgot about them,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. They waved off the apology and said it was fine.

“Wait, aren’t you usually supposed to wait until White Day to give gifts back?” Ruka asked. Jack and Crow both looked at each other and then at Ruka, shrugging.

“We know about White Day, but that wasn’t a holiday Martha celebrated all that often,” Crow explained. “So, we never had much of a reason to follow that tradition.”

“Oh,” was Ruka’s simple reply. She then shrugged. After a moment of comfortable silence Bruno stood and excused himself to the bathroom. Then, not too long after Bruno left, the door opened but closed much harder than when Jack and Carly arrived, as if the door was kicked closed.

“Yusei! We’re in the living room!” Crow shouted.

“Okay,” Yusei replied, then grunted with an accompanying sound of metal clinking together. Soon enough, the leader of the Signers entered the living room and blinked at the sight of everyone gathered on the couches.

“Hiya,” Carly greeted with a wave. Yusei waved back and greeted his friends.

“Your chocolates are right there,” Ruka explained as she grabbed Aki’s remaining chocolate bag to Yusei and placed it next to their’s. Yusei froze and stared at the chocolates, and then smacked his palm over his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, I entirely forgot today was Valentine’s Day,” he explained.

“What?!” Crow exclaimed. “But I reminded you at the beginning of this week!” Yusei sighed.

“You did, but I got so swept up in my side projects that I forgot about it.”

“It’s fine,” Aki assured. “Don’t beat youself up over it.” The twins nodded in agreement with her. Yusei sighed and nodded in thanks, awkwardly looking around for where to sit. Crow pat the spot where Bruno had been sitting, barely suppressing an impish grin behind a pleasant smile. Yusei silently took the offer. Aki picked up the blanket, allowing him to sit before placing the blanket gingerly over him.

“Thanks,” Yusei said as he tucked himself further into the blanket. After Yusei settled in and got comfortable, Bruno came back in the room.

“Aw,” the man deflated. “My spot.”

“I can get up and-“

“No,” Bruno shook his head ‘no.’ “It’s fine.” He grabbed a pillow and sat on the remaining one person sofa in the room.

“So,” Crow piped up after a minute. “Do you guys want to watch a movie or something?”

“Your obsession with watching movies is atrocious,” Jack scoffed.

“Aw,” Cary whined. “I was kind of wanting to watch one.” Jack paused and... sheepishly turned away from his friends, the shell of his ear tinged a dark red. Crow snickered and started laughing.

“I’m taking that as a yes!”

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Were these the kinds of moments she had been missing out on? She couldn’t remember ever feeling this warm and fuzzy. Buried under blankets, being surrounded by her new family, and enjoying such mundane activities. She glanced over at the loveseat where Carly had dozed off and cuddled into Jack’s chest who had his arm wrapped around her. Then to Bruno who was still watching the boring romance movie, that she couldn’t remember the name of, along with Crow, both looking like they were about to fall asleep. Then to Rua, who was still buried into Aki’s side, but cuddling Ruka, both of them had fallen asleep sometime ago themselves. She sighed contently and stroked Rua’s hair once, a smile gracing her lips.

“Are you still awake,” came the soft whisper from her left. She looked over to Yusei and nodded silently. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure if you were or not. Is something on your mind?” She smiled again.

“Nothing bad, I suppose I’m just enjoying how nice this is.” Yusei waited until she continued. “It’s just, I haven’t experienced this before. My parents were never particularly the kind to spend family time together and neither was anyone at the Arcadia Movement. So, this is new to me,” she explained. Yusei smiled at her.

“I’m glad,” he responded softly. The two fell back into a comfortable silence, nothing else needing to be said. Aki eventually dozed off herself after failing to pay attention to the movie.

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“Well! It’s going to be dark soon, and we don’t want to be out after dark, so, we’ll see you guys later,” Rua explained, Ruka nodding in agreement. The twins had already begun pulling on their coats and accessories.

“Okay, well, be safe on the way home you two! And stay warm!” Crow called after them as they walked away from Poppo Time. Crow shivered and closed the door. Jack had already gotten up and left to go take Carly back to her apartment. Bruno had already retired to the sofa down in the garage for now. Crow walked back up to the living room and snickered. Yup, the remaining two were still cuddled up like lovebirds, he thought to himself as the view of a sleeping Yusei now leaning his back on the arm of the sofa with a pillow underneath him and an arm wrapped around Aki’s shoulders. The psychic herself was sound asleep on top of him. The two being covered by at least three blankets. Oh well, not his business.

“Unbelievable,” Jack scoffed softly from behind him. Crow nearly jumped out of his skin and barely restrained himself from smacking his older brother upside the head. “This is some of the sappiest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“You already know Martha would’ve been taking pictures already,” Crow mused. Jack nodded in agreement and the two walked away.

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Aki opened the door to Poppo Time, shivered, and nearly slammed it back shut. It got so much colder! Of course it would get even colder after the sun went down, she reasoned. She then cursed herself for not bringing a heavier winter coat. She sighed and prepared herself to brave the cold until she felt a hand land gently on her shoulder. She turned around and found Yusei behind her with a thick and fluffy brown bommer jacket.

“Here,” he held the jacket up to her. “The weather channel had said that it would be in the thirties around nine.”

“Are you sure?” She hesitantly held a hand out. He gently pushed the jacket into her hands.

“Yeah, and since it’s already dark out I’ll go ahead and walk you to the train station.” She accepted the jacket gratefully and pulled it on before zipping it up. She silently noted about how it actually kind of fit her.

“Wait, walk?” She questioned. He nodded.

“The roads are closed because it’s too icy to drive right now.”

“Oh. Well, you don’t need to, I’ll be fine. It’s too cold and I don’t want you to get sick,” she explained as he pulled a large navy colored winter coat on anyway.

“And I don’t want you to be out there by yourself,” he countered. She looked in his eyes and sighed. She recognized that look. She knew he was going to accompany her no matter how much she protested.

“Okay,” she relented. Yusei finished zipping his coat closed before opening the door and holding it open for her.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to walk Aki to the train station!” He called out as an afterthought before closing the door. Crow and Jack peaked their heads out from around the corner of the kitchen, and then looked at each other incredulously.

“Wasn’t that his old favorite jacket?” Jack nodded at the younger man.

“It is,” the blonde confirmed.

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“So, where are your parents?” Aki hummed and glanced away.

“They’re out of the country. Dad had some kind of political event to go to in the United States, and mom went with him. Last I heard from them earlier today they were in Texas at some kind of river walk. They were celebrating their wedding anniversary there.” Yusei sighed. He would never fail to be miffed about how her own parents could just leave her alone like this even after what they went through trying to get her back, same with Rua and Ruka’s parents. Aki shrugged. “It’s not a big deal though, I mean, it’s not like I’m not used to it.” He winced.

“That doesn’t mean you should have to be used to it,” he stated bluntly. Any argument she was going to come say after wilted away with a sigh.

“Well, at least they’re trying more than they used to,” she supplied. “Mom wants me to go with her to Germany to meet some of her family during the summer of next year. She extended the invitation to you guys as well if you want to come.” Yusei hummed in consideration. He’d never been outside of Neo Domino or Satellite before. It sounds like it would be an interesting experience. Perhaps some issues concerning a language barrier, but, he’s sure that maybe that could be worked out somehow. The trip would also take place after the WRGP as well, so, it wasn’t as though he had any major plans in the foreseeable future after that.

“I’ll think about it, but I’ll go ahead and tell Jack and Crow about it and see what they think.” She hummed in acknowledgement. Eventually, the lights surrounding the train station came into view, and the two walked steadily towards it.

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Yusei leaned his head against the cement pillar while Aki requested and paid for her ticket. He briefly turned and glanced at the girl, and he couldn’t help but remember waking up after the movie. After the initial panic of, “When did we even fall asleep,” and, “Holy crap Aki was sleeping on top of him,” faded, he found himself admiring how content and peaceful she looked. It was the most relaxed he had ever seen her, he thinks. And he couldn’t stop thinking about that smile on her face from before she fell asleep. She looked so happy and wistful, like a fairy, he thought. Of course, a small part of his part broke when she explained that she had never experienced that simple joy of being around people who genuinely cared about him. He knows that if he had never been able to experience those moments with Jack, Crow, and all of his other friends, he would not have been able to stay completely sane. Which is why he admires her strength. Sure, she was definitely affected by Divine and the way he manipulated her and hurt her, but, she had the mental fortitude to be able to pull herself back up onto her own two feet and evaluate herself. She was still in the process of doing that even now, but she was much better off than in the beginning. Back when Yusei had known that she couldn’t stand up by herself without any support, so he had allowed himself to be her crutch for a time. It took a long time, unlearning any old habits instilled into her, and breaking out of the mental cycle that had let her fall so low, but with each day that passed, he was able to see her begin to lean on him less and less, which made him glad that she was growing by herself. To see that smile, to see the fruits of her own hard work, it filled him with hope for some reason. It was beautiful, and awe inspiring. To see who she was blooming into, a blend of her experiences and who she used to be, it was beautiful. He can’t put it into words how and what she makes him truly feel, but, he knows that the answer isn’t anything bad, and it isn’t an answer he’s scared of finding out.

“Yusei?” He jumped as he heard her from right beside him. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed her return. “Are you feeling alright? Your face is all red.” Without hesitation, she removed her hands from the pockets of his jacket and gingerly placed them on his face and forehead. He froze in shock. “You’re not getting sick are you? Your face is red and you’re feeling warm,” she explained her concerns. She removed the hand on his forehead and placed it on his other cheek, rubbing just underneath his eye where his criminal marker was soothingly. When was the last time someone touched him so tenderly? Those kind of touches were usually associated sensations to Martha and another set of familiar yet unfamiliar hands that he vaguely remembered; his birth mother’s hands probably, he would realize later.

“I-I’m fine,” he quickly got out after forcing himself to not get lost in his thoughts again. Since when did he stutter? He reached up and held her wrists delicately, debating with himself about whether or not to pry her hands off. Aki’s hands were warm, but the slight chill of having them out in the open air briefly still lingered.

“Are you sure?” He nodded.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. She gently pried her hands from his grasp, but instead of dropping them back down to her sides right away, she held his hands and squeezed them briefly before doing so. He found himself yearning for the warmth of her hands almost as soon as she let go, but didn’t show it. He dropped his hands back to his sides as well. After a lingering awkward silence, Aki gently fiddled with the zipper of his jacket.

“Um, do you want this back later or now?” He blinked at her and paused, considering his answer.

“You can keep it,” he said instead. She looked up at him in surprise.

“Huh?”

“You can keep it,” he reiterated. “It’s a jacket that I don’t really use anymore,” he lied. Well, it was technically a half lie. It was one of his favorite jackets actually, but, it was true that he tended to favorite his blue jacket nowadays than any other jacket he had. Besides, he was by now starting to grow out of it, he noted as he realized just how well the jacket suited her.

“Are- Are you sure?” He nodded silently. At that moment, the two turned their heads and stared at the train as it pulled into the station. “Ah,” she said somewhat disappointedly.

“That’s your train, right?” She nodded. He stood from his placement against the pillar. “Well,” he sighed disappointedly. “You should probably go ahead and go, you wouldn’t want to miss it.” She sighed and began her treck to the train’s entrance before she paused about half way. He stared at her, wondering if she had forgotten something, but was taken by surprise when she turned around and ran at him. She jumped and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. He found himself frozen in stupor once more.

“Thanks, for everything,” she said. “Be careful on your way home okay?” After getting over his shock, he found himself wrapping his arms around her as well.

“Yeah, I will. Be sure to let me know when you make it home safely.” She nodded into his shoulder.

“I will, same goes to you too though.”

“Yeah.” He squeezed her once more before they detached from each other. When her face was in his vision, he felt like he was blown away when he realized she was smiling at him. Not at something else, not at anyone else, just him. That precious smile was just for him this time. He hadn’t even realized he had been holding his breath until the train’s doors closed. He lowered his hand after the two had stopped waving at each other and the train had slithered out of view into the tunnel. He almost didn’t realize that he had already begun walking home until the only lights that remained were the street lamps above him. A bit numbly, he reached into his pocket and felt the plastic of the bag of chocolates that Aki made for him. He pulled the string tying the bag closed until it unraveled. Then, he popped one of the small chocolates into his mouth, and smiled as the warm caramel coated his tongue. Well, he now had an inkling of what he was feeling. But, still, it was a tango he’d rather not pursue until the WRGP and Illiaster were no longer a threat, he noted with a sigh. So, he’d wait, but that didn’t mean he’d be yearning for the day he didn’t have to wait anymore.

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BONUS:

Rua grinned impishly as he stared at the picture. He clicked the ‘send’ button on the messaging app. Ruka sighed from beside him on the couch.

“You know Yusei-san and Aki-san will be livid if they find out about this right?” Rua resisted cackling, and shrugged.

“Oh well,” he said as he deleted the picture from his phone. Rua’s phone chimed with a message. The boy opened the app and looked at Jack and Crow’s responses.

“Rua, you’re a genius,” was Crow’s response.

“If we die by Yusei’s hands for this Carly knows it’s your fault.” Jack typed a few seconds later. Rua scrolled back up to the picture he sent just a few moments ago of a selfie Rua took with half of his face in the corner grinning mischeviously with the rest of the picture centering on a sleeping Yusei with his arm wrapped around a sleeping Aki who’s face was not visible, but half buried in his shoulder.

#yugioh 5ds #5ds #yusei fudo #fudo yusei #aki izayoi #izayoi aki #jack atlas #crow hogan #Rua #Ruka #carly nagisa #faithshipping #scoopshipping #fluff

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catsnkooks · 3 years

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Raindrops on Roses

Obi-Wan Kenobi x (gn) reader

summary: for the prompt obi-wan kenobi + the love language of flowers

word count: 576

rating: g

warnings: none!

a/n: for the valentine’s fest @starwarsfandomfests!!! happy valentine’s day @labyrinth-runner!!! we all deserve an obi-wan around this time of year

here it is on ao3!!

They started small. Appearing on your desk in the morning, wrapped neatly in a vase, they were a welcome sight from your dreary office job. They brought a little color to the bleak Coruscant skies.

The first flowers you received were lilacs, sometimes with purple orchids or white gardenias. You thought this was such an odd arrangement, that you looked up the meanings of the flowers. Lilacs for the first signs of love, orchids for beauty, and gardenias for secret love. Interesting….

Next came an assortment of lilies: calla lilies, white lilies, and yellow daylilies. Again, you looked for their meanings: calla lilies for magnificent beauty, white lilies for purity and sweetness, and yellow daylilies for coquetry. Soon, your office was filled with lilies of all kinds, much to the jealousy of your work friends. However, you knew that at least one of them knew who your secret admirer was, but they wouldn’t tell.

However, you had a hunch. You noticed you got an influx of flowers every time a certain High Jedi General was back on Coruscant.

You smiled to yourself every time you thought about Obi-Wan. How charming and respectful he was. How effortlessly flirtatious he could be and that you could never replicate because he made your heart stutter. It was easy to forget there was a war going on and he was a Jedi when he took you to Dex’s Diner for lunch on your day off and made you laugh until your stomach hurt.

The man of your thoughts currently stood outside of your small office, waiting for you to finish with a client on the holoreceiver. You sighed to yourself when they finally hung up and stood, grabbing your coat and bag. You smiled at Obi-Wan when you turned from turning off your light and locking the door and he smiled in return.

“Long day?” he asked.

You sighed again and nodded. “It’s always busy this time of the year. It wouldn’t be too bad if our customers understood that, too.” Just then, you noticed the bouquet he was holding. “Waiting for someone special?”

He smiled again, and you would almost say it was sheepish (if Obi-Wan Kenobi ever looked sheepish), and held out the bouquet to you. “Indeed I am, but I'm quite surprised you haven't figured out who it is yet.”

It was a beautiful arrangement of red roses with white baby’s breath around the edges. You took it carefully from him, feeling your face heat as you examined it.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like someone I know.”

You smacked his arm and he chuckled. “Oh, stop it you!” You sniffed at a rose. “What do these mean?”

“Well, I'm sure you know what roses mean,” he said, drawing you close beside him, “but the baby’s breath is for everlasting love.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned into his embrace as he led you out of your office building. “You’re such a sap, do you know that? I knew it was you all along.”

He grinned. “I’ll have you know that other people find my sappiness swoon-worthy. It’s part of my charm.”

You shook your head and chuckled, holding the bouquet close to your chest. You were already mapping out a place for it when you got home, front and center amongst the rest. Maybe you’d even press some of them. A reminder of all the ways Obi-Wan said I love you without telling you.

#the clone wars fanfiction #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan x reader #my writing #WHERE is my obi wan #i need him

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randomfandomimagine · 4 years

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The Maze Runner Masterlist

*️⃣ I currently don’t write for this fandom anymore

The Maze Runner Masterlist Part 2

Series

Fix You [Newt x Reader] [Finished]

Minho

Headcanons

Dating Minho

Prompts

“I’m not going to risk my life for you. Deal with your own messes”

“You’ve changed”

“I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it”

“Come out and feel it! This is amazing!”

“Please don’t leave me!”

“He was my Minho…”

“Close your eyes” “I swear, if you do something nasty I’m out of here”

“Finally, today is the day I become who I’m supposed to be”

“Destiny and fate are for the weak”

“Girlfriend says what?”

Oneshots

The Bet // Part 2

Don’t Ever Do That Again

I Won’t Let It Happen 💚

Clumsy 💛

Magnet

My Girl

I’m Still The Best // Part 2

He’s A Keeper 💛

Give It A Shot

Be Careful

You’re A Slinthead

Don’t You Dare

Miss You 💛

How To English

A Hunch

Too Cute 💛

All I Want For Christmas Is You 🎄💛

Breaking Point 🖤

Shuck Face

Compass 💛

Other Half

Smoking Hot

It’s A Secret 💛

Newt

Headcanons

Dating Newt

Helpful Newt 👤

Newt With Glasses

Newt’s Girlfriend With Glasses

Newt Finds His Sister 👤

Respectful Newt

Prompts

“Your life is more valuable than mine”

“You are my destruction, I can’t think straight around you”

“If I lost you, I don’t shucking know what I would do”

“If you ever feel like flying again, I’ll be there to catch you”

“You bloody idiot… but bloody cute”

“You bloody look me in the eyes and tell me you weren’t bitten like Winston”

“Wow, you’re hot”

“So this is the end of us?”

Oneshots

Can’t Sleep 💙

Panic Attack ❗🖤💙

Another Girl 💛

Incredibly Patient

Way Too Much 💛

First Day, Greenie 💙

Not Again

Happy 🖤 // Part 2 💚

Special Cuddles Days 💛

Beacon 💛

You’re Not Weak 💚

My Brompton Cocktail 🎵💚💙

She’ll Chose Me

Stop Looking At Her

You’re Safe 🖤💙

Please 🖤

Weakness

Pure Fire

Happy Birthday, Love 💛

They Know

Just An Ordinary Day

Flower Girl 🖤

Accents

Open Up

Too Useful 💛

Newtie 💙

Christmas Gift 🎄💛

Not Scared 🎃💫

Make Up Your Mind

Angel Of The Glade

Relax 💫💙💛

Even Better 💫

Together

Find A Way 💚

My Y/N

A Shucking Miracle

Welcome To The Family // Part 2: Super Hero

It’s Perfect 💛

I’m Not Alone ❗🖤💙

Something Beautiful Is Still Alive ❗🎵🖤💙

Just Friends 💫

Don’t Be Afraid // Part 2 💙

I Told You So

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

She Has A Boyfriend

Hangover

Guardian Angel 🖤

I’ll Always Be Here 💫💚

Not Bloody Jealous

Alby

Oneshots

That’s My Job 💛

Walls 💛

Gally

Headcanons

Dating Gally

Youtuber/Viner Gally 👤

Father/Husband Gally 👤

Student Gally 👤

Office Gally 👤

Comedian Gally 👤

Gally Bartender AU 👤

Gally’s Sister Is The Greenie 🐻

Gally On Halloween

Teacher Gally 👤

Gally Helping The Greenie

Bully Gally

Prompts

“Damn, girl. What are you doing later?”

“Wait… You’re a vegan?!”

“Don’t leave me, baby girl”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m staring at your ass. Come do something about it, baby”

“Hold on, don’t let go of my hand. I got you, baby”

“Try acting your age for once, will you?”

“Are you trying to look uglier than usual?”

“Love me, baby!”

“You actually like me?”

“Uh… who’s Mister J?”

“I hate you!” “I know by hate you mean love”

“I am not wearing that!”

“Will my princess please wake up?”

“Just once I want someone to be afraid of losing me”

“Who put you in charge again? That’s right, no one, so shut your shuck mouth”

“Here’s Johnny!”

“Gally, catch me!”

“This is your fault for letting her run! Now I risk losing the only one who-”

“What the shuck is fanfiction?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Ugh! Let’s go! We’re leaving in negative six minutes!”

“I told you to stop calling me puddin’!”

“I’ll do anything and everything to protect you”

“Why are you picking on me?”

“Baby girl?”

“I feel like an idiot” “Good, you finally came to your senses”

“What do I want for Christmas? Y/N”

“Sure, Captain Daddy… I mean Captain Gally… Crap!”

Oneshots

Thin Line

Change of Heart // Part 2

Home 🖤

Smile 💙💛

A Lot 💛

Weak Spot // Part 2 💛

You’re Okay ❗💙

Stay

She’s Special 🎵

Falling For Him 💛

Love At First Sight 💫

Not Giving Up 🎵

Somebody Else 🎵💚

A Very Special Day 💛

Empty ❗💙

Second Chance 💫

It’s Different

Take On Me 🎵💫

#fandoms masterlist #the maze runner #the maze runner masterlist #maze runner #maze runner masterlist #tmr #tmr masterlist

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teacup-crow · 3 years

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Just This Once (I’ll Be the Good Guy)

Kefilwe is too good for Steve. Or, some moments in their relationship we never got to see. Spoilers to S5M3.

Zombies Make Valentine’s Day part 2! Thanks @puptart! Based on the song “Just this Once”, with some inspiration from the other prompts too.

Kefilwe Lobatse is too good for him.

He knows that from the moment he first lays eyes on her, crouching in an overcrowded hospital tent. She’s stitching up some kid’s leg – a girl guide who’d got too close to barbed wire on a training exercise – and being extremely patient with the child’s endless questions.

“What’s that for? What are you doing now? Can you show me how to do a tourniquet?!”

“You do not need a tourniquet, Posey,” she says, her eyes gentle but laughing.

“But I do need my tourniquet-tying badge!”

“We are not practicing on you. Keep it bandaged up and clean, and stay away from wire next time. Hello, can I help you?”

As Posey lopes off disappointedly, Steve winks down at the doctor. “Think I’ve pulled a muscle in my… foot, ma’am. If you wouldn’t mind taking a look.”

“You’ll need to take your shoe off first,” she counters, apparently immune to his stare. Nobody is immune to his stare! “And Dr Lobatse is quite sufficient.”

“Apologies, ma- Dr Lobatse, I only arrived from London this morning. Steve,” she takes his outstretched hand. He grins. “My pleasure.”

“Your shoe?” she repeats. He’s suddenly embarrassed, and quickly undoes his laces.

“It does look a little swollen. I’d normally advise you take two days of rest, elevate it, and keep it on ice. Now, I know you Runners won’t do any of those things, but at least aim for the elevation. If it gets worse, come back. Next, please.”

He doesn’t get a chance to see her again properly until they’re on a mission together, in hazmat suits of all things – hardly a great setting for romance, but just because he can’t quite see her eyes doesn’t mean he can’t use his other greatest assets.

“That sounds like quite a story,” she laughs, so cool-headed under pressure, just like he is. A kindred spirit.

“Oh, believe me love, it is. Might tell you some time.” Implicit in his words is later, and when she doesn’t dismiss it, he knows she likes him back. Even if she does hit him with a crowbar and then claims to not have dates with concussed men, which is a novel form of rejection at least.

“Are you always so good?” He asks her, escorting them back to Abel, guard down perhaps a little more than it should be.

She’s very serious. “I try to do the right thing, yes. Although, on that subject… I feel perhaps that I am the one who owes you a drink.”

They don’t decide on who owes who, but they do eventually end up in his bedroom.

***

He has several secure places he’s claimed around the area, but his favourite is the ballroom of a manor house. It has too many broken windows to ever be truly zom-proof, so it’s mostly been picked clean and then abandoned by the locals, but it’s not too bad if you can take care of yourself, and there’s the odd book in the library that even Ellie thought was too worthless to requisition (her exact words had been nine copies of the Da Vinci Code are quite enough, thank you).

“Also, at night, the ballroom… well, I’ll show you.”

They don’t have to wait long. As night falls, he pulls her to the top of the curving marble stairs, bottle of Aperol and two glasses in hand, her telling stories of all the places she’s travelled and things she’s seen, him content for now to just listen to the sound of her voice, their footsteps on stone, the faint groan of long-off undead.

The ceiling above them has half-crumbled, the chandelier collapsed either through negligence or looting in the early days or some bold attempt at fending off zoms. Either way, from the top of the stairs, they can see right up into the clear night sky, painted in thousands of glittering stars.

“Steven…” she whispers, awestruck.

“Quite something, isn’t it.”

“It is spectacular.” She leans into him for a kiss, and he obliges. “I have never seen it like this in England before.”

“My lady, may I escort you to the ballroom?” He offers his hand again, and he sees her eyes finally shine with recognition, remembering the day in the field hospital and her quick dismissal. She takes it, a little self-conscious as they descend hand-in-hand.

“I never knew you were so theatrical.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet, love…”

“Such as…” she pauses, leaving him an opening, and he pulls one of the rusted ceremonial swords from the suit of armour on their left. It was too much of a prop for even the raiders to take, apparently.

“Such as… I have never been bested at a duel.”

“I used to fence when I was at university, you know. Foil.”

“Sabre’s my weapon, but lady’s choice. I fenced too.” He tosses her the sword and jogs to find another. They circle each other for a few moments, curious as foxes in the moonlight. “I’ll fight for your hand, darling,” he half-jokes. She laughs again.

“There is no need to be quite so dramatic, Steven.”

“In my field of expertise, there’s often a need to be a bit dram- ow!” She’s caught him between the ribs and dances away with her point. “All right, now you’re on!”

They weave between each other, old furniture, his pop-up tent, the pieces of collapsed ceiling, never breaking eye contact for a moment, and for Steve, it’s almost like being a child again. He sees the serious determination in the woman’s gaze and wonders if Kefilwe ever was one.

***

Of course, it can’t last. She finds out about his past and turns cool, folding her arms close to her chest as if he’s already taken too many of her secrets, as if he might find out more without even trying. And can he really not think of a better defence than I was just following orders, like some pathetic war criminal in a bad movie with black and white morals? Life doesn’t have black and white morals, but Kefilwe doesn’t understand that.

Life doesn’t have black and white morals. There are no choices between right and wrong. There are just choices. Choices like his father made to be a coward, to desert, to shame everyone. The choice he makes to follow orders, to rebuild things. That’s what he does, isn’t it? He’s a Builder, a fixer.

He goes home alone. It’s a cloudy evening.

***

There are times when he regrets ever asking himself the hard question. What do I want my life to have been for? The times when he’s hurting her as little as he can get away with, and her eyes are blank, staring at nothing, saying nothing, and she’s still so desperately good and won’t escape no matter how easy he makes it for her, how regularly he leaves her cell door ajar in false negligence or arrogance. Which does she think it is? It’s unclear.

He punches the bag in the gym, imagining Golightly’s smirking face beneath his pounding fists. You keep saying they need a doctor more than ever, but why does it have to be you?

He knows why, of course. It’s because Kefilwe Lobatse is too good for all of them.

#zrs5 spoilers #just about #zombies run #zombies make #kefilwe lobatse #steve sissay #sorry it’s a bit early!

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shreddedleopard · 3 years

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Levi and Historia’s Miscalculation: A Manga Tale featuring the Jaeger Bros.

The theory continues under the cut - click at your own risk

Okay so. I think Levi got Historia pregnant by accident. I’m going to try not to jump around too much here but it may be hard.

Let’s do this like a rewind. Start here:

I mean. If you consider Historia’s predicament in this chapter, she really is in the depths of despair. To be in labour amidst such destruction and death, and on top of that, with the father of your child goodness knows where - alive still? She doesn’t know. But apparently he’s chosen his duty over her anyway. And if we’re right with our theory, then the answer is barely, and the ‘beast Titan’ has just appeared by the end of the chapter, so chances are, he’s going to be dead before she gives birth if he tries to tackle him in his sorry state. At least you have that weird fringe guy praying in the back Historia, who’s definitely not the random farm guy you pretended was the baby’s dad. Yay!

Oh Levi, when will you learn. It’s about time for you to make another big choice, I think. (Hello 136 and yet to be released 137! Give us the goods)

So, only a few short days ago, (I think!? Time is a bit mad in these last chapters) Pixis mentioned to Yelena a big, fun, celebratory event, aka the railroad banquet, which happened ten months ago (pregnancy full term in Japan), during which, Eren, Yelena and Floch somehow managed to slip past the gazes of everyone, including this overprotective sod -

(Lol at Levi ‘unless there’s a cute blonde Queen about catching my eye’ Ackerman) and make plans to cause some havoc. I give you: conception day, or the day Levi finally gave in to the feelings that had been snowballing for Historia since he returned from Shiganshina. (Ew she was like 16 then - yeah look I don’t make the rules here Yams does. She’s 18 at this point. Levi looks about 12. I think that’s fair enough. Please take me with a pinch of salt I’m kidding, okay.)

But now you’re going hold up, what feelings?

Where’s the chemistry? (omg they’re both so pretty; Isayama what’s with that smoulder!?)

Levi doesn’t even care about Historia. He wants turn her into a Titan later doesn’t he? Lol nope. Hold that thought, because he’s a liar. He told Eren STRAIGHT what he thinks of that idea when it was first brought up. Yams just couldn’t show us ‘cause then we’d be like ‘aw Levi cares so much about Historia’ BOOM major plot twist ruined.

Remember people, this is a plot TWIST. It’s going to be subtle okay?

Anyway, feelings.

He can’t take his eyes off her. Where were they both at before this tiny panel in this meeting anyway? Seems like they were off having a nice chat together somewhere.

They weren’t behind Eremika a moment ago. EREMIKA - like THE biggest ship and so likely endgame in some way. Oh but Mikasa’s future Ackerbabies have been mentioned! Of course. Naturally, Historia and Levi would gravitate towards that ... WHAT?

Then Historia gets all weirdly clingy over Mikasa. Even Mikasa is embarassed.

Anyone have any idea what’s going on here? Why is it so great that Mikasa is a ‘perfect match’? And what’s with that punch? It’s all a bit weird isn’t it. I dunno, like sisterly love. But Eren thinks it’s cute. Oh wait ... Erehisu? Shoot. Who is he looking at? Isayama wants you to fixate over that. Because the key player is missing from the picture here.

For some reason, Levi’s done a runner. Hmm.

He’s good at doing that at the mention of kiddos, isn’t he? At least according to our theory. Come on Levi, be a maaaan we know you can. This has still not been explained.

Levi’s part in this whole scene was: show up, make a big thing over how much he didn’t trust Yelena and she would NEVER EVER get near Eren while he’s around (except she does on the night Hisu gets pregnant - where were you Levi!? Oh ... yeah), have comparisons around one’s blood drawn with Mikasa -

Stare longingly at Historia while Eremika talk about Ackerbabies and family and marriage, and then high tail it when Historia calls his blood relative the ‘perfect match.’

Honestly Isayama, I have no idea what plot relevance this scene has other than making Eremika, Erehisu and Rivahisu fans lose their heads. Wtf is even going on with the back and to. All we needed was Kiyomi’s talk and Historia’s role reveal. I’m not complaining, just damn.

By the way, this is due to be animated on Valentines day. I’m just going to leave that there.

It’s fine, though, if you aren’t convinced yet. There’s more. Like I mean at least 5 posts worth. Next: Levi and Historia’s Miscalculation: A Manga Tale featuring the Jaeger Bros, Pt. 2.

#Ackerman-Reiss child #manga spoilers #snk manga spoilers

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godofplumsandthunder · 3 years

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Our First I Do

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

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A/N: EEEP! It’s done! The final chapter and post 1 of 2 for today’s Week of love! I’ve loved our two idiots journey and Peter learning all about his guncles. I hope you love this chapter as much as I did while writing it! Hope y’all had a fun and safe Valentine’s day!

For the first time, Peter is absolutely silent. No quick comments or funny quips. He’s dead silent as he just stares at his hands. He wanted angst, and he got it. The constant and persistent fear that Bucky and Steve experienced in the ‘30s is as big a part of their love story, as the dates and romantic moments. And sometimes, even Steve and Bucky forget those parts too. It’s easy living in a time where they can be together to forget how bad things really were back then. That the past tends to be romanticized. Still, they didn’t expect Peter to just… turn off.

Letting go of Bucky, Steve scooches over closer to Peter.

“Hey, Petey, you doing okay?”

Peter nods, still looking down, “yeah, I just… Like I’m with MJ right now, but I do have feelings and crushes about some of the guys in my grade. And well, if I was born at the wrong time, I’d have to hide that part of me! I- how did you do it? I wouldn’t have been able to do it. Hide myself and always have to be acting… I…”

Steve pulls Peter into a hug, “Oh Peter. First, I didn’t know that about you. That you’re bisexual, right?” Peter nods, as Steve smiles, “well, thank you for telling us that Pete. And we’re here for you if you need anything. I don’t have that much experience with gals, but Bucky here is bisexual too. We’re here for you Peter. And while we still have lots to do, you can be out and proud Peter. If you want to marry a man you can.”

Pulling Bucky closer to Steve, he smiles at Peter, “in fact, I think that’s what we’re going to end on, Peter. Bucky and mine first Valentine’s day together, which just so happens to be our anniversary.”

Peter looks up, “You got married on Valentine’s Day?!”

“Yeah, and it’s quite the tale too.”

----- For the first time in over 70 years, Steve was finally back home, with the love of his life. Thankfully, after the initial shock of finding out the truth behind the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark, Tony calmed down a bit. He was angry, rightfully so, but Steve was able to talk some sense into him. That Bucky wasn’t at fault. That Tony should be mad at Hydra. They were the real ones behind his parents' death. Tony left them, wanting to go after the remnants of Hydra, though he promised he’d try to sort out the Accords and let Bucky and Steve come back to the States, for the meantime they decided to take T’Challa on his offer to stay in Wakanda.

Steve didn’t think that he’d enjoy living in Wakanda. Mainly due to the fact that for him, home was Bucky and Brooklyn. They only left for the war. Their loved ones were buried there and that’s where he wants to spend the rest of his life with Bucky, in peace. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, he realized it didn’t matter where they lived. Bucky was thriving here in Wakanda. Shuri was able to deprogram the triggers and even made him a new arm. For the first in 70 years, he was free from Hydra. And not only was he free, but he was also thriving. Bucky took up farming, he had a successful and thriving trip of goats. Steve made the mistake of calling Bucky’s precious trip, a herd of goats, and well… Steve never wants to get lectured about goat etymology ever again. But most importantly, they were happy and together. Something that they didn’t have for such a long time. And this domesticity got Steve’s brain going. Valentine’s day was coming up, and well, he wanted to make it special. After everything they’ve been through, Steve wants to make Bucky an honest man, and make him his husband.

That morning of Valentine’s day, Steve had everything set up. A simple altar where T’Challa would officiate the ceremony. It’d be just the four of them, Steve, Bucky, Winnie, and Sarah. Even though it’d been a while since he stepped foot into a chapel, Steve knew that their mothers wouldn’t miss this day. The day where they finally saw their boys get their happy ever after. On Bucky’s end, today was just like any other day. His goats needed to be fed and moved, and then he’d relax with Steve, watching another Disney film. Because apparently, that was the first thing Steve wanted Bucky to catch up on.

Steve takes a big breath as he sits down next to Bucky for breakfast.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah Stevie? What’s up?”

“Well, you know how we talked about how we’d eventually get married. Well, I thought, and we don’t have to, but today’s Valentine’s day and well I have it all set up. Would you marry me tonight?”

Bucky takes a bite of his eggs as he shrugs, “sounds good to me. I just have to feed the goats first.”

“Okay then. I’ll… uh see you around 7 then?”

Bucky nods as he goes back to reading the “Wakandan Times”. Which, okay, this wasn’t how Steve was picturing any of this. Just so nonchalant with getting married. But, it didn’t matter, right, he tried to tell himself. What mattered most was that they were together. A piece of paper didn’t change anything.

Steve went about his day and finally came back to their hut, a quarter to seven to find that Bucky was nowhere to be found. In his place was a note.

“T’Challa told me where the altar’s at. Meet you there, punk.” Well, that’s surprising, Steve thought as he changed into his suit. They both had a suit, but Steve didn’t know if Bucky was going to wear his. He was risking being overdressed, but Steve wanted this day to be special, even if it was only special to him.

Getting out of the car T’Challa and his family lent him, Steve was overwhelmed when he saw Bucky standing at the altar, talking with T’Challa. His hair was up in a high bun, and he was wearing the gray suit that brought out the stormy blue in his eyes. It looked damn good on him. Walking up the altar, Steve tried to hold back his tears. This was everything he ever wanted.

“Finally, punk. I thought you did a runner on me,” Bucky chuckles as Steve stands next to him, holding onto his vibranium arm.

“I know you wanted to say a few words Captain Rogers, but Sergeant Barnes asked me to let him go first,” T’Challa smiles as he nods to Bucky.

“The first time I saw you, Stevie, in the churchyard of Father O’Malley’s chapel, I knew I loved you. That small, spitfire, mouthy punk. As we got older that love got stronger. You know the one thing that I thought, felt, as I fell from that train? Was that we’d never get to grow old together. Yet, here we are. Well, ¾ of me is here. And, I sure as hell wouldn’t want to relive anything I’ve been through, but it was worth it. Cause now I’m yours, punk. Forever.” Bucky tears up as he holds Steve’s hand.

“Buck,” Steve chokes, “the only thought I had when the Valkyrie was sinking was how we’d finally be back together. But you’re right. We’re here now, and that's what matters. You’re the only one I’ve loved, Buck. We’re together, till the end of the line.” T’Challa smiles as Steve wipes the tears out of his eyes.

“Not to keep either of you waiting, do you, Steven Grant Rogers take James Buchanan Barnes as your lawful husband?”

“I do.”

“And do you James Buchan Barnes, take Steven Grant Rogers as your lawful husband?”

“I do.”

“With the powers vested in me, by, well me, I pronounce you husband and husband. You can now kiss your husband,”

----- “Uncle Steve!” Peter blows his nose on a tissue he found somewhere. “That’s so beautiful!” Peter sniffles.

“Great, punk, I think you broke Spidey,” Bucky deadpans as Peter shakes his head.

“It’s just so beautiful. Knowing that you two got your happy ending. After everything, you went through. And thanks for telling me. I know I’m going to get an A on this.”

Steve chuckles as he cuddles next to Bucky. “You’re welcome, Petey. Glad we could be of help.” Running off, Peter leaves Steve and Bucky alone.

“God, that kid has so much energy,” Steve chuckles as Bucky nudges him.

“Yeah, reminds me of some little punk from Brooklyn. But you know what? I’m glad he was nosey. It was nice going down memory lane with you, punk.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Steve leans in to Bucky, content with the peace they both have. No more fighting or running, only love.

#the hbc #hbc week of love #stucky #stucky fluff #steve rogers #bucky barnes #wedding #idiots in love

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