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fxtalisor · 1 year

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Roles in The Shaw Wedding

Yes, this is my first post on this blog, and I'm already diving into the topic of the wedding of David and soon-to-be Angel Shaw. Do I care? No, not really!¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Notice: I will attempt to use gender-neutral terms to the best of my ability by referring to "Angel" as a "Celebrant" instead of using the terms bride/groom. The bridesmaids/groomsmen (listener characters) will be considered celebrant mates/groomsmate and the singular mate of honor. Enjoy reading!

CW: Slight Inversion spoilers, language, non-canon

Asher: Best man

There is no doubt in my mind that David called up Ash to be his best man. These two are thick as thieves, despite their polar opposite personalities. Inversion spoilers, but...ASHER BROUGHT THIS PILLAR OF A MAN TO HIS KNEES (quoted by our favorite southern vampire) AS ASH WAS ON THE BRINK OF DEATH IN DAVID'S ARMS!!!! THEY SAID HOW MUCH THEY LOVED EACH OTHER, platonically, BUT STILL!! Anyways... Ash is the best man. He got the call early in the morning, early enough that he wasn't at his utmost functionality. When David told him he had proposed, the first thing Asher asked out of his fatigue was... "Congrats, who's the lucky person?" The other end of the line went dead silent, and it took Ash a minute to replay the last minute in his head before letting out an "oh," and begin ranting about bachelor party ideas. He was leaning toward a glow-in-the-dark paintball battle. Side note: Although David wasn't huge on the idea of a bachelor party, thinking about skipping the festivity in general, he thought it would be selfish despite it being his wedding. Besides, he knew although it wouldn't necessarily be his thing, he would enjoy seeing everybody enjoying themselves, though he would never admit that aloud.

Milo: Groomsman

One thing that the groomsmen can accomplish the following: assisting the best man, coordinating the outfits for the groom's party, offering support for the groom, etc. Milo can do all those things, especially the role of coordinating outfits. David had considered letting his marital party rent out their own attire, giving them instructions on what theme they should follow when choosing their clothing; however, he didn't like the idea of the message not getting through just right and someone showing up in navy blue rather than black because they misinterpreted the color, kinda like that one scene in Father of The Bride. Due to his slight paranoia, he asked Milo, knowing the feisty shifter's impeccable taste in fashion, if he could coordinate the attire for his groomsmen, and Milo was more than thrilled to take the job. Milo knew that other than him, no one else knew the difference between an ankle sock versus dress socks.

Darlin: Wedding Coordinator/Planner (Possible Celebantmate or Groomsmate)

Hear me out on this one! I know what you might be thinking...why Darlin? Well, I believe Darlin is that person that has a bunch of connections, that person who "knows a guy that knows a guy." Plus, I believe Darlin enjoys the concept of weddings and how much joy it brings to not just the newlyweds but to everybody. They may or may not care for a wedding themselves, but they at least enjoy attending them to see how much joy and relief it brings people. When Angel and David showed up at Darlin's apartment at god knows what untimely hour in the morning, they didn't know what to expect. The first thing the couple was greeted with, upon knocking on the front door, was a disheveled Darlin, who looked like they were still half asleep. Angel immediately broke the silence when suddenly requesting if they would be the wedding planner, resulting in a quick slam of the door in the faces of the soon-to-be-weds. The pair didn't know what that exactly meant, whether it be a simple "fuck off" or "come back later." The two were about to leave until they were cut off by the door swinging open, revealing Darlin in a pair of reading glasses, holding a 5-inch binder filled to the brim. They were wide awake now. "What's your budget? Do you already have a theme in mind?"

Sam: Wedding Coordinator Assistant and Groomsman

Knowing Darlin's lack of self-preservation, despite improvement every day, Sam knows that the stress of planning the wedding would run Darlin ragged. To avoid watching his mate run themselves into the ground, he decided he would help in any way he could: from tracking the schedule, managing deliveries, and handling any additional details that Angel and David were hoping to add. One of those conversations resulted in David asking Sam to be a groomsman. After all, Sam saved his best friend! The southern vamp was honored, of course, and humbly accepted. Let's be honest Sam would be a top-tier groomsman. Imagine David freaking out moments before the ceremony, and Sam just comes over and shares some wisdom.

Baabe: Mate of Honor

With Baabe being the only fellow unempowered human mate in the pack (that we know of... at least), these two have bonded enough to get to this point of closeness. Baabe was bouncing off the walls the moment they were asked. Much like Asher, they were talking about bach party ideas. Though it was jokingly said, they babbled about going to strip clubs as a gag idea. Angel may or may haven't actually considered it. There are many mornings now when they meet with each other to drink mimosas— I don't know why I think this is something they would do, but it just is.

Sweetheart: Celebrant Mate

The one role of celebrant mate I know Sweetheart is fulfilling is assisting with picking out the Celebrant's and Celebrant Mates' attire. Much like Milo, they have impeccable taste in fashion. They can stylize anything! Give them a trash bag, lampshade, and ducktape, and they'll make it work one way or the other. In a way, this role works to their benefit. Since Milo and Sweetheart are both on outfit coordination duty, it makes it much easier to...well...coordinate. Though they aren't in charge of picking the clothing, as it is entirely up to Angel, Sweetheart can help steer Angel in the direction they are looking.

Marie: Officiant

There is no doubt in my mind that Marie is ordained. She got ordained by the church (though it was quite some time ago), not by some random website. What makes it ten times better is that David didn't even ask. Marie just showed up on his doorstep and told him that she was performing the ceremony and that he had no say in it. Milo may have been a little embarrassed, but he would be lying if he said he didn't see it coming because he definitely did. Despite the shock, David was glad that Marie borderline instructed him that she would marry him and Angel because he honestly didn't know who to ask or where to even begin finding an officiant.

#redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #shaw pack #redacted shaw pack #david shaw #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted darlin #redacted sam #sam collins #redacted babe #redacted sweetheart #redacted marie

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iamveronica · 1 year

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i can go for weeks feeling a great deal of affection towards Johnny but then he will say something that irks me and my goodwill goes out the window and i remember people snidely calling him Johnny Marrtyr and “boring guitar nerd” and laugh

Seymour Stein. Legendary record man. Signed me to Sire Records in 1984

what do you mean “me” what do you mean YOU

Johnny loves calling other people straight and squares but Set the Boy Free post-Smiths was a slog to get through for the most part. congrats on your straight-edge lifestyle, marathon man. genuinely happy for you but wrap it up. out of his post-Smiths work, i mostly just like The The and his solo stuff. not that the whole throwing tomatoes at passersby with Matt Johnson story impressed me either. it just made me go wtf. i was horrified and horribly disappointed by how pedestrian guitar rock The Cribs record was. don’t get me started on Modest Mouse’s singer’s voice. that is to say, i’ve given most of his contributions to music post-Smiths the old college try. ok so you lied to Noel about listening to his tape, ok why. did you not want to hurt his feelings or will you say anything to ingratiate yourself with people? out of Johnny Marr was born the evil that is Oasis, possibly his most unforgivable sin (i am KIDDING btw none of this is serious). the jamming sesh with Paul McCartney that went nowhere. love that for you anyway

not that Morrissey was much better in roughly the last quarter of Autobiography with the whole rundown of the venues and crowds he played to but he still managed to make me laugh or sit there agape, like his little anecdote of graciously supplying a homeless lady with the entire stock of his hotel room’s mini bar only to be chastised by an unnamed band member with the suggestion that she might be a recovering alcoholic, and Morrissey having nothing to say to that except “Yes, well...” MORRISSEY! or the kidnapping attempt in Mexico that i’m still not sure if i read it in Morrissey’s autobiography or if it was a Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul subplot or both. also:

My nightly walks with Jesse would begin at the tip of Villa Borghese where Via Ulisse Aldrovandi lines up its glossy array of roadside prostitutes – mostly male, hard-bitten heroes fastidiously attired as sons of Eros. Their eyes are darts of desire, standing in the trees beyond, with legs wide apart. Every single night they are there, like a soccer team awaiting the club bus, and we are struck by how none of them are identifiably emasculated; they are just manly sons of mothers in search of others.

his Every single night they are there made me wonder whether it was a safe assumption on his part or his testimony to also being there every single night, gawking. a stunning passage either way

credit where it’s due, Johnny was very engaging in his descriptions of his child/teenagehood and his road to Morrissey’s doorstep. Set the Boy Free is worth it just for that

i did remember the origin of the Rolling Stones’ Angie tidbit that i mentioned, as it relates to Johnny’s wedding and of COURSE it was Simon Goddard, writing for Pitchfork:

Even his wedding to lifelong girlfriend Angie leaves best man Morrissey on the cutting room floor, similarly robbing the reader of the spooky coincidence that as the newlyweds climbed into a car after the service, the Rolling Stones’ “Angie” magically piped up on the radio. The handsome devil is in such details. Without them, *Set The Boy Free *is the drabbest of plain Janes.

so unkind

but it also reminded me of another IRKSOME thing Johnny did:

When he dismisses Morrissey’s godhead Oscar Wilde, whose “talent was spoiled by his smug self-regard and pomposity,” the eyebrow needn’t arch very high before registering the inference.

it didn’t make me raise my eyebrow so much as roll my eyes

anyway, i can’t believe it’s 2023 and people are talking about a Smiths reunion again and it’s all down to a few charitable lines Morrissey let slip in the last 24 hours:

If you could go back in time, right back to the 80’s, and start your music journey over again, is there anything you would change or do differently, or are you content and satisfied with your journey and how you have traversed the entertainment world?

I absolutely love it. I think the songs are magnificent and after all of the prejudicial crap from the press … my soul is still my own.

That’s good to hear.

To have the Smiths as your distant roots gives me pride, and the reasons why we were ridiculed and rejected have now become the precise reasons why so many people love the Smiths in 2023. It’s on the rise!

outside of tumblr, being a Moz fan who likes, nay, loves Johnny, makes me feel like an oddity

anyway

Do you find this as utterly confusing as the rest of us, that they claim to dislike you, yet can’t quite manage to leave you alone?

It comes across mostly as sexual obsession.

when he’s right, he’s right

#the smiths #morrissey #johnny marr #marrissey

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jobesimming · 1 year

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There was a wedding...

beginning | previous | next

And a newlywed spouse became flirty with old fling...

The party went on though. Naura and her family were invited to a wedding! Gabrielle Casper, now Felder is Naura's Kappa Kappa Gamma sister. Anyways...Congrats to The Felders! (Playing with new filters and I think I found my new story filters.)

#ts4 maxis match #ts4 #the sims 4 #black sim #belleanna cheering is killing me #ice spice is gabs cousin #she got a call from her #when she found out he cheated #sis told her to leave him! LOL #jfam #daringdarlings

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galacticmenagerie · 4 years

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i thought lan zhan was gonna, i dunno, object more?? or like, AT ALL??? to sharing his headband with wei ying but NOPE. wei ying asks to share his headband and lan zhan thinks about it for all of half a second before he’s like “oh well, i guess i have no other option but to marry you right here and now in this frozen cave” like DAMN LAN ZHAN SHOW US HOW U REALLY FEEL BUDDY

#the untamed #i know he likely doesn't remember telling wei ying the night before #about the significance of the headband #BUT STILL #HE knows the significance of it #and he's obviously not the sort of person for whom the significance of an action is lessend #just because all parties don't know or understand or believe in the significance of it #like he literally doesn't even THINK about finding another solution #i thought it was gonna be a grudging thing after they had exhausted all other options #NAH #he's on that chaotic gay™ shit apparently #anyway congrats to these dumbass newlyweds

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audvidis · 5 years

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imagine hyping up ur wedding as a surprise so hard and it gets fucking leaked while ur on air LMAO

#overwatch league #anyways congrats to the newlyweds best of luck

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tendercoretroglodyke · 3 years

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god I wish my heart had been in it today 😤😔

#everyones having so much fun!!#but either my spn interest is waning or im just lowkey depressed bc i couldnt hype myself up for today nearly as much as i wanted to #anyways congrats to the newlyweds i hope they have as much old man sex as their old man bodies can handle 💘

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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Hello! How are you? I see that you take request for Kakegurui, do you write for Miroslava? Can't help but notice so little stories about her 😭 anyway, I would like to request for a Miroslava with a slightly tipsy femreader coming home to their shared home or apartment, if that is cool with you? THANK YOUUUU VERY MUCH

Jus’ a Lil’ Tispy

Miroslava Honebami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Miroslava does deserve more love! Also, oops! A little more than slightly tipsy. You can blame Yumeko for that. Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 836

Miroslava was tired.

Kirari had arranged a little soirée after her impromptu marriage to Igarashi Sayaka. The clan head was just going to whisk Sayaka away for the honeymoon without telling anyone, but the ever proper ex-secretary thought it was only fair to let everyone else know they finally tied the knot. So, they invited friend and enemy alike to a beachside reception.

Miroslava would have loved to follow the choice most of her other cousins made and not go. But she simply couldn’t. Not when her girlfriend was going to go.

“Sayaka and I have known each other forever! What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t go to her reception… and yell at her for not inviting me to be a witness to her marriage!” Was what (Y/n) had told her.

So Miroslava had bit the bullet and followed her girlfriend from a distance like a secret service agent while she reconnected with old classmates. They had been there for hours already. When the sun was starting to set on the beach, Miroslava thought for sure the guests would start leaving and she could finally go home, but to her dismay, bright lanterns were being lit to keep the party going.

“Hey Mir!”

Miroslava’s previous neutral face of displeasure became kinder in an instant as her girlfriend ran up, no, tripped up to her, falling into Miroslava’s arms, giggling.

“Hello dorogoy, having a good time?”

“Mhm mhm, Yumeko challenged me to uh, a drinking contest! And IIIIIIII won!” She shoved handfuls of yen in Miroslava’s chest.

Miroslava took a moment to wonder how her cousin convinced Sayaka to allow Yumeko to come to the reception before noticing (Y/n) slipping down her front, spilling money all over the sand. Miroslava caught her by the elbows and hoisted her back up to her feet with no problem.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Miroslava asked, raising (Y/n)’s chin up with her gloved hand so their eyes would meet.

“Not drunk. Jus’ a lil’ tispy… tispy, TIPsy.”

“Mhmm, we’re going home now.”

“Noooo!”

Miroslava threw (Y/n) over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, money went flying all over the place. Well, they were rich anyway. Whoever wanted it could help themselves.

“I’ll take you around to say goodbye to your little friends, but then we are leaving.” Miroslava said, easily walking into the crowd and pausing periodically so (Y/n) could say goodbye to whoever she wished. Finally there was only one more obstacle between Miroslava and going home. The newlyweds.

“Leaving so soon, cousin?” Kirari asked, amusement obvious as she watched Miroslava walk up with (Y/n) hugging her back as she hung partially upside down.

“Yes.” Miroslava replied curtly, turning to the side so (Y/n) could see the couple, she shook her gently, “Say goodbye, (Y/n).”

“Goodbye (Y/n).” (Y/n) giggled.

Sayaka, facepalmed before turning to her wife. “What did I tell you about inviting that devil woman here?” She asked, referring to Yumeko, of course, “Look at what she has (Y/n).”

“Oh she’s fine.” Kirari assured before looking back at (Y/n), “We saw you win that gamble, congratulations.”

“Thank you, President.”

“My, she really is quite drunk. I haven’t heard that title in awhile.” Kirari laughed. “Looks like you’ll have your hands full.”

Miroslava shrugged, prompting (Y/n) to say farewell.

“Bye President, bye Saya! Congrats again, love youuu.”

“Bye (Y/n), drink plenty of water when you get home.” Sayaka said.

Miroslava wasted no more time. She walked up the beach and found her car. Then she stuffed (Y/n) into the passenger seat, buckling her in and kissing her forehead with care. She closed the door and entered the driver’s seat, pulling out of the parking spot, she drove to their house.

“Thanks for coming with me today.” (Y/n) yawned, “I know you don’t particularly like anyone that was there.”

“It was fine. You always humor me when Terano has gatherings, after all. Besides, I like seeing you have a good time. It was nice to catch up with Sumeragi anyway.”

“I’m glad.”

Miroslava pulled up to their house and parked. She walked around the car and helped (Y/n) step out of the car and guided her to the front door.

“Ugh, why is the world wobbly?” (Y/n) groaned, falling onto the couch with an arm over her eyes.

“It is you who is the wobbly one, dorogoy.” Miroslava smiled, “I’ll get you some water.”

After (Y/n) knocked back two glasses of water, she maneuvered herself to be cuddled in Miroslava’s lap. Miroslava welcomed her with open arms and rested her chin on (Y/n)’s head. Not long after, (Y/n) fell asleep so Miroslava scooped her up and took her to bed, all too happy to join her. Just before she slid into bed, she readied another glass of water and a pain killer on (Y/n)’s bedside table should she need it. Then she pulled (Y/n) to her front and snuggled into the covers with a satisfied sigh. Closing her eyes, she thought about what she should make (Y/n) for breakfast tomorrow.

#kakegurui oneshots #kakegurui x reader #miroslava honebami #miroslava x reader #miroslava honebami x reader #asks #anonymous #requests

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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A Coops Sid's date. Pure fluff

Coops Wedding Part 3 is here! Post-wedding food (finally) and heading home together. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove, as always <3

Preparations II Part 1 II Part 2

TW for flirty Coops

Sid’s was quite empty for a Thursday night in the summertime, which Sirius was eternally grateful for as they headed to their usual booth, slinging jackets over their chairs and tangling their legs together under the table with identical sighs of relief. Remus reached across the tabletop and laced their fingers together, tracing the lines of Sirius’ palm without looking away from his face.

His once-perfect bowtie hung loose around his neck, crooked even when untied; Sirius tugged one end, skewing it a bit more. “Cutie.”

“You are,” Remus said with a slight smile.

Just as Sirius was about to fire back with something equally sappy and romantic, a shadow fell over the side of the table. “Hey, guys, what can I get for you?” Nate asked as he dug his notepad out of his apron. “The usual?”

“Sounds great. How’ve you been, Nate?”

Nate shrugged. “Not bad, not bad. The summer rush is helping me save up for grad school, which is nice.” He gestured to their suit jackets with his pen. “Special occasion?”

“Yeah, we just got back from a wedding,” Remus said casually.

“Really? Whose?”

“Ours.”

Nate’s pen clattered onto the table as his jaw fell open; he glanced between them, speechless, and Sirius bit his lip to hold down his laughter. “You—your wh—you got married?”

They shushed him in unison and he held both hands over his mouth. “It was a small ceremony, just friends and family. We’re waiting to see how long it takes the media to find out.”

“That’s incredible,” Nate whispered, sniffling. “Oh my god. Fuck, congratulations.”

Sirius grinned, feeling the happiness bubble up in his chest again. “Thanks, man. It’s still sinking in, to be honest.”

“No, yeah, absolutely.” Nate shook his head for a moment before picking his notepad back up with a quiet huff. “Jesus. This is amazing. Pizzas are on the house for the newlyweds, okay?”

“Aw, Nate, you don’t have to—”

“It’s restaurant policy,” he interrupted, already moving toward the kitchen. “I can’t break the rules!”

“That’s not a rule,” Remus muttered as Nate disappeared behind the swinging doors. “That kid’s about to get the nicest tip of his goddamn life.”

“Mhmm.” Sirius guided Remus’ face back to him with a finger under his chin and kissed him slowly, sighing at the softness of his lips. He tasted like champagne, with a little bit of sweetness left from the wedding cake. “Sugar.”

“Is that a new nickname?” Remus asked as he transferred some weight to his elbows for a better angle.

“Could be. D’you like it?”

“Hmm.” A warm palm covered the side of Sirius’ neck. “It’s not bad. ‘Sweetheart’ works fine for me, though.”

“How about ‘husband’? ‘Husband’ sounds pretty good. Mon mari.” Remus blushed and tilted his face to the side, rubbing their cheeks together for a moment. “Quoi? C’est bien?”

Remus rolled his eyes, but he was hiding a smile. “You know I’m weak for the French.”

“I do.” Sirius kissed the inside of his wrist lightly. “Hey, that’s the second time I’ve said that today.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. First time was better, though.”

Remus laughed and pulled him in for another kiss, combing the pads of his fingers through the curls just above Sirius’ ear. They stopped when the kitchen doors creaked open, but kept their foreheads together until Nate arrived with their food.

“Enjoy,” he said, practically glowing with excitement as he handed them napkins and utensils. “Congrats, again. I’m really happy for you guys. Have an amazing night.”

“Will do.” Remus smiled as he hurried back to the register, then reached for a slice of pizza and practically shoved the entire thing into his mouth. “Fucking hell, this is good.”

Sirius groaned in agreement, letting his eyes fall closed as the soft crust warmed him from the inside out. “This is the best part of my day.”

“Is it?”

“Yep. We’re married, we’re done with the party, and now there’s actual food to eat.” He held his fingers up to count. “Checking all my boxes.”

“Good point.” Remus stole a piece of pepperoni off one of his slices and Sirius made a noise of protest, only to pull a face when Remus set a bit of pineapple on the edge. “What? It’s a fair trade.”

Sirius glared playfully at him over the next slice, then hurried to catch the long string of cheese that slid free from the rest of the slice with a muffled yelp of distress.

“Do you need a hand?” Remus asked, clearly amused as he passed him an extra napkin.

“Uh-uh. I got it.” It took a second, but Sirius managed to get it all into his mouth without snorting pizza sauce through his nose as they both broke down laughing. “Another successful mission.”

“You’ve got pizza grease on your lip,” Remus said, reaching over to dab at the corner of his mouth with a napkin.”

“Thanks, love.”

They ate in relative silence for a few minutes, too focused on the hot food that they could finally enjoy without interruption; Sirius glanced at the wall clock and was astounded to see they had made it over ten hours since their last proper meal. No wonder he was so hungry.

“It felt weird sleeping alone last night,” Remus remarked once their plates were clean and Sirius wasn’t in immediate danger of getting hangry.

“I know, right?” Under the table, Sirius ran the side of his foot up Remus’ calf. “Super strange. We haven’t slept separately in months.”

“Mhmm.” Remus’ pupils dilated, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the low light. “It was fun staying the night with the cubs, though.”

“Yeah?” Sirius pressed a little harder on the inside of his knee and Remus gripped his napkin.

Amber eyes flickered around the restaurant before settling on Sirius. “Baby. What are you doing?”

Sirius shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Really?” Remus raised an eyebrow and Sirius’ breath hitched as a hand squeezed the top of his thigh.

“I think we should head home.”

“Good plan.”

Thanks to Nate and his made-up rules, there was no bill to settle, but they left a tip anyway and made sure to say goodbyes to the familiar staff as they headed back to the car. If Sirius let Remus go through the door first for the express purpose of coping a feel without being seen by the other patrons, that wasn’t anyone’s business but their own.

“You are such a—” Remus’ teasing insult was cut short by hands curling into the front of his shirt and pulling him over the console as lips connected to his own in a far less chaste manner than before. “Well. Alright, then. Home?”

“Home,” Sirius confirmed, grinning as he started the car. It was impossible to not feel smug when he managed to bring that particular shade of pink to Remus’ neck and ears. Despite the anticipation in his stomach, he took the longer route, watching the shining lights of the city turn Remus’ face every color of the rainbow. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Remus glanced over and rested his temple on the window, tracing a small circle on the back of Sirius’ hand; a small smile tilted his mouth in that perfect, off-center way. “We’re married. That’s super fucking cool.”

“It is,” Sirius laughed. His cheeks were starting to hurt in the best way. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”

“And I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

They reached the house a few minutes later, and Sirius’ heart leapt when he saw the front steps. “Wait!” he called, scrambling out of the car and grabbing Remus around the waist before he could go to the front door.

“What?” Remus asked, looking mildly alarmed until Sirius swept him into his arms. “Wh—really?”

“Please?” He pressed a quick kiss to Remus’ nose, then another to his forehead, again and again until Remus was laughing too hard to speak. “Please, please, please—”

“Okay, okay!” He draped his arms around Sirius’ neck and held on tight as he walked up the steps. “Do you have the keys?”

“Back pocket.” Remus reached around to get them and Sirius jumped when he felt a light smack as well. “Oh?”

Remus just kissed his cheek and unlocked the door, pushing it open with one hand. Hattie was having a sleepover with the Dumais’ for the night, thankfully; Sirius shuddered to think of what would happen if she collided with his legs in this vulnerable state.

“Ready?” Remus asked quietly, snuggling closer against his chest.

Sirius took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold, careful not to knock Remus into either side of the frame. He had crossed that little line a thousand times, maybe a million, but as they entered the dark house in dance-wrinkled suits with matching rings on their fingers, he felt a new chapter in the story of their life open up. The first of that particular volume, in fact.

He had the feeling it would be a good one.

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oshicakes · 3 years

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she is | kageyama tobio

pairings. kageyama tobio x reader

genre. angst, maybe a bit of fluff???????????

an. here's the part 2 i still do and its long, sorry. i tried to make it short but i feel like it would miss the details i wanted in here. anyway, have a great day!

"congratulations to the newlywed!" everyone greeted and cheered as the couple walk out at the wedding hall.

"are you okay?"

"i'm okay."

everyone was having fun at the reception, especially the newlywed with the little program that their friends and families prepared.

you were called for a group photo with the newlywed as the friend of the groom. it became a mini reunion with your friends as some of them were busy with their own careers that they don't have much time to meet up frequently.

"congratulations on your wedding!" you greeted both of them and hugged them. you had a little chitchat with them.

"thank you. i though you wouldn't make it!"

"nah. i wouldn't miss your wedding, hinata. i want to make sure you're not marrying a ball." you joked.

"hmp. kageyama was worst than me."

you we're a bit startled when you heard a voice behind. "what we're you saying about me, hinata?"

"speaking of the devil. kageyama here-"

hinata couldn't finish what he's suppose to say since he's being called in a mini stage inside the reception hall.

the both of you left alone in awkwardness. both doesn't know how to open a conversation or what approach will do to lessen the awkward atmosphere.

"uhm. how have you been?" kageyama started.

"i'm good. it's been..." you stall as you were counting on how many years it has been since the both of you last saw each other.

"eight. eight years." he said. his deep set of blue eyes looked at you. even before, you love his eyes and how he looked at you before with softness and happiness.

"wow! that long? how have you been? i heard that a lot of volleyball league is pursuing you to play on their team."

right. eight years. it's been that long. a lot of happened within the span of eight years. ever since that phone call happened, he didn't contact you anymore. but the next day he came to your apartment hugging you for an hour without any said words, just both crying in your hearts content. let your tears speak for the unsaid words- all the what ifs, doubts, whys and the end of the both of you. and that was the last day you both see each other, you heard to hinata that they were okay and got back together.

"im good. i already picked a league i will be playing, i might stay overseas for the next couple of years."

"congrats, mr. volleyball star! i always believe that your passion for volleyball could make you this big. i'm so happy to see you and how far you achieved, kageyama."

out of the blue, it made you emotional. you inhaled sharply as you hold back your tears from falling. you're just genuinely happy for him, nothing more. he was about to move closer to you but stopped in his mid-step.

"d-dy!" a running three year old came to kageyama but when the child saw you he instantly hide behind his father's leg but still peeping to look at you.

you bent down to the child's level. "hi there baby! what's your name? im y/n, your daddy's friend."

kageyama rest his arms on the child's head. "say hi. hi, y/n." the child did but as soon as he said hi, he hide behind his father which made you giggle.

"he's so cute! he looks exactly like you when you were a kid!" you smiled at the both of them. he carried his son on his arm.

"y/n!" someone called you. you looked behind and saw your lover approaching you. your lover instantly place its arms on your shoulder while the other is on your stomach then placed a kiss on your forehead.

you introduced them to each other and they had a little man to man talk. your lover was also happy to see one of his volleyball idol, face to face. you both excused yourselves to kageyama and his son. "when will i see a little y/n? my son would like to be your child's friend." he teased.

"in the next few months." you winked at him then walked away.

"dy, pretty." his child babbles as the child cupped his father's face with his little fingers making him look back where you at.

he looks at you, smiling sweetly, head rested on your lover's chest and arms wrapped around your lover's neck as both of you swayed to the slow and romantic music that's playing on the background.

unknown to him, a smile crept into his lips as he looked at you and your lover.

happiness looks good on you, y/n.

"yes. yes, she is, son." he ruffled his son's hair and adjusted the way he carries him. "now, let's go to mommy. she must have been looking for us."

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charming-2d-boys · 3 years

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CONGRATS AGAIN FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS

I love your writing so much omg!! You are one of my favorite writers on here ! 🥺💕

I didn’t see if you how many characters you can request for the prompts so you can just scratch one ( you can choose who ) if it’s just for one:

27&28 for Illumi & Hisoka?🥺

Thank you so much, anon! It makes me really happy to know that and I hope you'll like whatever else will be posted here in the future! 😄

I guess I didn't, did I? I'll think about something and make everything clearer and avoid confusion in the future. 🤔

Also, I chose Hisoka for this one because I just can’t see Illumi getting drunk. Like, at all.

Anyway, thank you for the request! 🙇💕

27. “No. Regrets.”

28. “How drunk was I?”

Word count: 1082

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“Would’ve never thought you’d get married, Hisoka. But, well, you’re an idiot, so I can’t really say that I’m that surprised.” You said as you took another sip of your drink. Hisoka smirked, swirling the whiskey in his glass, the ice cubes clinking together in an almost bell-like noise.

“Maybe so. But I’m a married man now. And my husband wouldn’t like it if his partner was called an idiot. ♦️” One of his sharp nails tapped against the glass before he took a sip, lightly grimacing at the burn it left behind.

“Pretty sure that even Illumi thinks you’re an idiot. Married or not.”

“Ouch, lovely, you’re hurting me~ ♠️” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. You stared at your drink, thoughts going all over. Hisoka looked at his own glass before quietly whispering “Penny for your thoughts? ♥️”

“I’m just thinking... This isn’t an actual marriage, right? It’s just for business.”

“Worried about anything in particular? ♦️” Your boyfriend grinned. In response, you only huffed in mock exasperation, before taking a few seconds to think about how to word your thoughts.

“What are we? How does this affect us? You getting killed doesn’t really sound pleasant. And as used as I am to your antics, Illumi isn’t just anyone. He might actually kill you.”

“Are you worried about me, (Y/N)? ♠️” At your nod, he glanced at you. “Don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. ♥️” You wouldn’t tell him that, but you were glad about his reassurance.

“Well, as long as you’re sure about this… Let’s toast!” You said as you lifted you glass and Hisoka did the same. “I hope you won’t die from this anytime soon.” You both clinked your glasses, downing what you had in them before Hisoka asked for refills.

“You know I’m the strongest, right, lovely? ♣” He boasted, drinking his whiskey while his eyes stayed on your face, studying your expression. You only nodded before drinking your second round. Between him and Illumi, you wouldn’t be able to tell who would win in a fight. They were both skilled and confident in their skills and strength and had learnt everything they knew through some pretty harsh ways and environments. You only hoped that an eventual fight between the “newlyweds” wouldn’t occur anytime soon.

The night went on, with Hisoka drinking shot after shot while you drank water as well, just to keep the tipsiness there, but not go overboard. While it took a while, Hisoka went over the tipsiness level and, as a spur of the moment decision, got up, taking your hand in his.

“We’re going to celebrate~ ♠️” Your boyfriend slurred a little, golden eyes glinting – whether it was from mischief, the light or alcohol, you didn’t know for sure.

“Haven’t we been celebrating for the past hours?” You questioned, making sure not to trip as you tried to keep up with his long strides. Hisoka tutted, amused at your assumption as he kept walking without bumping into people despite the alcohol in his system.

“That was only a warm-up, lovely~ ♦️” To say that you were a little scared for what was to come was an understatement. Hisoka could come up with some of the craziest ideas sometimes. And that’s how the rest of the night became a blur. Shopping, drinking, going to the circus, drinking again, Hisoka skinny dipping in the sea, even more drinking and eating for 10 people - you only ate for two and felt like bursting while Hisoka would’ve probably ordered more if it wasn’t for you dragging him out of the restaurant. By that point, Hisoka was giggling from pretty much everything and walking a little funny, commenting on whatever his eyes landed on. You knew you had to take end the night when he told you that he was sure he could bungee jump using his Bungee Gum – he was crazy and drunk enough to prove it to you.

Needless to say, you took him home. And unsurprisingly, he started taking his clothes off as soon as you let him go to close and lock the door. By the time you were done, Hisoka was probably in the bathroom or bedroom, a trails of clothes left behind like the breadcrumbs in Hansel and Gretel. Of course you picked them up and put them in the washing machine – they’d have to be left there for the next day. In the bedroom, you found Hisoka, covers covering most of his body as he laid sprawled out on the bed. With little resistance, you managed to climb in beside him after changing your clothes and leaving a glass of water and a painkiller on the nightstand. He had barely moved when you pushed his leg and arm to his side so you’d have space – though they quickly returned, only this time they were over you, trapping you for the time being. You could only sigh as you fell asleep, tipsy and tired because of Hisoka’s burst of energy.

The next day, you woke up to Hisoka groaning. No unexpected, though you were unsure about how bad his hangover actually was. He did drink a hefty amount the night before.

“There’s a painkiller and water next to you. I hope you regret the fact that you drank so much and this is enough punishment.” You said as you stretched, watching your boyfriend take the pill before glaring at you, his hair dishevelled and makeup smudged.

“How drunk was I? ♣” He asked you, voice deep and with a hint of pain as he rubbed the back of his head.

“I don’t even know, to be honest. You’re lucky you didn’t throw up. Though I don’t understand how, but oh well…”

“No. Regrets. ♣ And you know that I have a pretty high tolerance, right? ♦️ It’s not my first time drinking. ♠️” You rolled your eyes at him before giving his forehead a flick. Another glare but he rubbed his head, the hangover making him a little less dangerous.

“Oh, I know. And don’t worry, you didn’t do anything that you probably wouldn’t do sober.” You chuckled before getting up, ready to start your day while Hisoka watched you. “Well, I’m going to make breakfast. Do you want me to make it for you or should I call your hubby?” The last thing you did was laugh as you bolted out of the room, hearing the thud of Hisoka’s pillow as it hit the wall where you stood a few seconds before followed by grumbling. Hopefully breakfast would make him less grumpy.

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unsaidholland · 4 years

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🥑 reader + tom get back from their honeymoon and the boys act all weird and disgusted by them, also congrats!! u deserve it 💗

thank you anon💛

finishing sleepover requests

🥑- blurb request

no place more like home | t. holland

after being in bali for your honeymoon for two weeks, you and tom had to unfortunately return to london, back to your friends and family. it’s not that you didn’t like being around your family, it’s just that you loved being in paradise with your, now, husband.

you had ubered back to the holland-osterfield-barrett household where the two of you would be living until you two found your own house, but seeing as tom was gone a lot, it just didn’t make sense to buy a house quite yet. you saw all the cars parked outside, and you knew that everyone was going to be there. the uber driver helped the two of you get your luggage out of the trunk, and before you knew it, you were back at home, everyone hugging you and asking how the trip was.

you had given them little souvenirs that you had picked up at the gift shop. the two of you then sat on the couch, tom’s arm wrapped around you, as you described almost every single detail, leaving out the parts that were just for the two of you.

“it was absolutely stunning! they brought us breakfast every morning, and it was so beautifully arranged,” you said, thinking back to the endless fruit platters, eggs, and other breakfasts that the villa company had brought for you.

“everyone there was so nice too, they were awesome!” tom said. as the two of you went on and on about how wonderful the trip was, harrison made a face showing how grossed out he was.

“harrison are you seven years old again? can you not handle us being married?” you asked, stifling a laugh. he rolled his eyes at you.

“i can handle you two being married, but this is gross.”

“agreed!” harry, tuwaine, sam, and paddy said almost in unison. you and tom rolled your eyes in unison, causing paddy to fake gag at the the sight of you two.

“oh bugger off, would you?” nikki scolded. at times, she felt as if she had six children instead of four. everyone laughed.

“anyways, don’t get me started on our room! it was littered with flower petals, and they even spelt out ‘newlyweds’ on the duvet with the rose petals! it was so cute,” you gushed.

“just strangle me,” harry said bluntly, making you laugh.

“yeah yeah, next time we go on press, i’m getting a different videographer,” tom said. though he was joking, harry got scared and took what he said back.

“so can you guys move out soon? this is already too much for me and you’ve just got your arm around y/n?” harrison jokingly asked. a devious smile made his way onto his face as you flipped him off.

“and this is what we came home to,” tom said, making you nod in agreeance. you laid your head on his chest. despite the boys fake gagging and being disgusted by how cute the two of you were, you knew that there was no place that felt more like home.

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city-writes · 3 years

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Race Against the Clock (Chapter One)

At Mirio and Tamaki's wedding, Midoriya and Kirishima come to the same conclusion: They're gonna propose to their partners. The issue?

They both realize that the other also plans to propose. They both know that Bakugo and Midoriya's rivalry, while healthier than ever, extends beyond just their competition in beating the other out for the spot of #1 Hero. They both know that if 'stupid Deku' got engaged before Bakugo himself did? Kirishima would never hear the end of it.

And so the race to be the first to propose starts.

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(Technically a prequel(? side fic?) to the fic "He Knows no Repose", but you don't need to have read that fic to get this one)

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters; Pro-Hero Characters; No Manga Spoilers; Multi-Chapter fic Pairings: Eijirou Kirishima/Katsuki Bakugo (KiriBaku); Izuku Midoriya/Ochako Uraraka (IzuOcha); Mirio Togata/Tamaki Amajiki (MiriTama)

Read it here on AO3! Commission Info! (please consider me for a commission, i have lost my main source of income)

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Getting Bakugo to come with him to Tamaki and Mirio's wedding had been a challenge, to say the least, but Eijirou Kirishima was so damn glad he did.

Kirishima had always known Bakugo was the one for him, even in the early stages of their relationship. He couldn't imagine a future without the tenacious eruption of a man that was Katsuki Bakugo by his side. He'd known he was going to marry this man one day.

But in this moment, as Kirishima looked to Bakugo, all sound was deafening in the redhead's ears, his eyes widening in realization upon feeling the blond subtly hook their pinkies together as Mirio and Tamaki exchanged their vows. He took in the sight of Bakugo's soft resting scowl, the faint flushed color that dusted his pale cheeks, their pinkies hooked to one another in a sign of unity while another couple was forming their own union several feet in front of them. In this moment, Kirishima knew:

I want to propose to him soon.

The thought popped into his head, and began repeating itself constantly, with the tempo of a flashing neon sign, and just as prominent as one burning brightly throughout a dark street. Kirishima's breath caught in his throat, and he pulled his gaze away from Bakugo, falling back upon Mirio and Tamaki instead as they continued speaking to one another.

The subject of marriage wasn't something that had gone unmentioned in his and Bakugo's shared apartment. Kirishima didn't remember how they initially came to discussing the topic, but the two of them had come to an agreement; No major purchases of any sort - engagement rings included - from either of them until they'd saved up enough to fund their own Hero Agency, one they would run together. (Bakugo had drawn up a saving plan for them before graduating from U.A., and they'd stuck to it very faithfully for the past two years.) As financial standings for them currently were, they would probably be able to afford their future agency in a little less than two years. They'd be around 22 then, which was alot better than the majority of Pros their age, though the two of them had the added benefit of sharing everything 50/50, whereas most Pros who planned for a future agency tackled the task solo.

If he was really going to propose though, he wanted to get the blond a good engagement ring, one that he felt fit him best, one that would make even the great Katsuki Bakugo freeze in shock and awe. A smile curled up on Kirishima's lips at the thought, and he curled his pinky just the slightest bit tighter around Bakugo's.

He closed his eyes for just a brief moment, a soothing warmth rushing through his body as he felt Bakugo curl his pinky a little tighter as well in response. Kirishima slowly exhaled, his eyes getting just the slightest bit misty as Mirio and Tamaki kissed one another, cheers erupting from the wedding attendees.

God, he couldn't wait to marry this man.

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The wedding reception, while vibrant and lively, wasn't nearly as populated as the ceremony was.

Wanting to keep some semblance of privacy to their lives, the newlyweds had only allowed family and close friends into the reception, having left the ceremony open to a more general stroke of people in their lives and select individuals from Hero related news outlets, if only to keep the media appeased and not doing whatever they could to sneak into or crash their wedding ceremony for the sake of a picture. After all, with Lemillion being the #3 Hero, and Suneater being the #5, there hadn't been any doubt that someone would try something less than savory if they'd attempted to keep everything private.

The reception, however, was a different story. Mirio and Tamaki's families were there, as well as the close friends they'd made throughout their lives. Kirishima was grateful to be considered one of them.

"Congrats, dude!" He said as Tamaki came over to the table he and Uraraka were sitting at, standing up to give the older male a hearty pat on his upper arm, before pulling him into a hug. "I'm super happy for you both!"

Tamaki gave a small chuckle at Kirishima's actions, before gently returning the hug. "Thanks, Kirishima. It all feels... really surreal."

Kirishima could feel Tamaki trembling against him, and pat his back in an attempt to comfort him. "You good, man?" Red eyes scanned the room for Mirio, hoping that if anything was wrong, he'd at least be able to calm Tamaki down. But when he felt Tamaki nod against his shoulder, Kirishima relaxed somewhat, the two Pros pulling away from each other.

"I'm... I'm better than good." Tamaki admitted, his eyes closing as he exhaled and a shaky, but wide smile pulled at his lips. "I was convinced I wouldn't be able to finish the ceremony with everyone's eyes on me, but..." He opened his eyes then, his gaze fond as he met Kirishima's own. "But it was like... the world just melted away. Like there was no one else but Mirio and I. I don't think I'll ever forget that feeling."

Kirishima broke out into a wide, toothy grin, his heart full for his friend and fellow hero. God, would he feel like that himself when he and Bakugo were getting married? He really wanted to know. But for now, he placed a hand on Tamaki's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "That's great, Tamaki. I glad you have someone like Mirio to make you feel like that." He could still feel Tamaki's trembling under his hand, but he knew it was because the other male was overwhelmed in the best way, out of happiness and not anxiety. "Where is Mirio, anyway?" He asked, pulling his hand away.

"Mirio's gone to check on Eri." Tamaki replied, looking over to a nearby door. "She wanted to change out of her flower girl dress and into one she said was more comfortable to dance in."

Kirishima laughed then at the mental image of overly doting father Mirio, though before he could comment further, he heard the sound of a close-by chair being pulled out of its spot from behind him. Both he and Tamaki looked to see Bakugo sit in the seat next to where Kirishima had been, sporting two glasses of champagne. Bakugo's gaze met Kirishima's then, and the blond scoffed, placing one glass down in front of the redhead's seat.

"Here." Bakugo's voice was soft, gently gruff. "Figured I'd also get you one while I was up."

Kirishima flashed his boyfriend a smile, shooting him a thumbs up, "Thanks!"

Giving a grunt of acknowledgement as his only response, Bakugo took a sip of his champagne, placing an elbow on the table and holding his head in one hand as he looked off to the side, looking positively unamused. Kirishima did, however, notice Uraraka's cheekily amused gaze staring down his boyfriend.

Tamaki chuckled awkwardly at the sight, before looking back to Kirishima. "I'll leave you two alone. Thanks for coming, though. I really appreciate it."

"Are you kidding?!" Kirishima replied with a gentle smile, "I wouldn't have missed this for the world, dude!" With that, Kirishima gave Tamaki a hearty pat on his back before the two moved away from each other, Tamaki slinking towards a nearby door -presumably to find Mirio and Eri, Kirishima thought- and Kirishima to sit at the table with Bakugo and Uraraka.

"Wait, where's Midoriya?" Kirishima asked, before taking a swig of his champagne and turning his head to look at Bakugo. "Didn't you guys go to get drinks together?"

Bakugo scoffed, nodding his heads towards the are where he'd come back from, near a table with some set, pre-filled champagne glasses. "He started talkin' with some blue girl and some bug fucker." Uraraka and Kirishima both looked over there themselves, and were met with the sight of the green-haired male talking near there with two individuals that Kirishima faintly recognized. Before the artificial redhead could get a word in, however, Uraraka spoke.

"Oh! That's Centipeder and Bubble Girl!" She chirped, smiling gently. A look of recognition overcame Kirishima then, memories of seeing the two Night Eye agency Heroes during the days leading up to the Shie Hassaikai raid coming back to him. "I figured Mirio would invite them to the reception!" Uraraka continued, watching Midoriya as he spoke with the other two people before he took a sip of his champagne. "I don't recall seeing them at the ceremony though? Then again, there were alot of people there, I could have just missed them."

"Too many people, if you ask me." Bakugo huffed, before turning his head back towards the table, looking pointedly at Uraraka. "That's his second glass of champagne, by the way."

"Already?" Uraraka sighed, looking more amused than exasperated. Kirishima stifled a chuckle at that, knowing from a couple of past experiences that Midoriya wasn't the best when it came to alcohol tolerance. "Well, I guess I should go stop him before he does something he regrets."

A snort left Bakugo at that, the ash blond shaking his head. "Nah, let him suffer."

"Katsuki." Kirishima chided, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"What?" Bakugo's red eyes locked onto Kirishima's, his lip curling slightly in biteless annoyance. "It's not my fault the damn nerd's a lightweight."

Uraraka's lips tugged upwards in playful deviance. "I don't think you have any room to talk, Bakugo." She held back a snicker as his gaze locked onto her, sneering. She didn't seem fazed by this, however, and honestly hadn't been fazed by similar looks for a few years now. "You have one more glass of champagne on him, at most. And that's me being generous."

"Listen here, Round Face--"

"What? What do you gotta say, Lord Explosion Murder?"

"That's it--!"

Kirishima was quick to place a hand on Bakugo's shoulder, the blond having started to move like he was going to lunge across the table for the brunette. This, however, only caused Uraraka to laugh, despite the eyes of a few reception-goers looking their way due to the ruckus. "Maybe we should take away your glass, Bakugo. You haven't even finished the one and you're already riled up."

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but the sound of Midoriya's voice interrupted them, the green haired male having walked back to the table. "I could hear you guys all the way over there." Taking in the sight before him, Midoriya sighed, shaking his head. "Please play nice, both of you? Let's not ruin Mirio and Tamaki's day."

The three sitting at the table were quick to notice the faint flush of color that had found home on Midoriya's cheeks, which they all knew wasn't due to the embarrassment of people staring their way from Uraraka and Bakugo's playful taunts. They also all noticed a half empty champagne glass in Midoriya's right hand, and a full one in his left.

"How about I take that glass for you, Izuku?" Uraraka asked with a light laugh, reaching for the full glass.

Midoriya looked at her confusedly for a moment, before blinking and nodding. "Yeah, I brought it for you." He replied, moving to sit by Uraraka, handing the glass to her easily.

Thankfully, both Mirio and Tamaki re-emerged into the venue with Eri in tow before anyone else could get more riled up, the two newlyweds giving a small, joint welcome speech to thank their guests, before they took their seats and dinner was served. The evening continued without a hitch, and it wasn't long before guests were either gathering on the dance floor, making their way to the dessert table, or mingling with the newlyweds at their table. Unlike Kirishima, Midoriya, and Uraraka, who were familiar with at least a handful of the people that were here, Bakugo simply stayed at their small, five person table, content on simply watching what were basically strangers to him.

(Though even Bakugo couldn't ignore Eri when she stopped by their table at one point to talk to them all.)

Currently, Midoriya was nursing his third glass of champagne, Bakugo his second, while Uraraka and Kirishima had both shifted to water after one glass. While the introduction of food into his system had seemed to temporarily erase the initial slight flush of intoxication in Midoriya, finishing that second glass from earlier and moving on to this third glass had brought it right back, and Uraraka was in the beginning stages of convincing him not to go for a fourth when he was done, much to Bakugo's (and to some extent, Kirishima's) amusement.

Bakugo was about to goad Deku into going to preemptively procure that fourth glass when a woman in a sparkly blue dress, with equally blue eyes and periwinkle hair approached their table, smiling brightly.

"There you are, Ochako!" She said with an energy far too vibrant for Bakugo's liking. It took him a second to recognize her (purely because she wasn't in her hero attire, he told himself, not because of the alcohol), but he relaxed slightly nonetheless. He watched as Nejire gently tugged at Uraraka's arm, smiling as she attempted to pull her fellow Pro Hero away. "I tried finding you before they brought the food out but then I got caught up talking with Mirio and Tamaki and Eri-- Did you know she's decided to go to U.A. for General Studies? I'm so excited for her-- Hey, is Midoriya drunk?"

Uraraka chuckled awkwardly as Bakugo snorted and Midoriya let out a huff. "I am not drunk, Hado."

"Ooh! How much can you drink before it starts to affect how well you're able to control your quirk? You don't wanna start breaking bones again like at U.A., right?" Nejire giggled, but before she could give Midoriya a chance to answer, her eyes trained on Kirishima and Bakugo, and she let go of Uraraka's arm, trailing around the table to stand by them. "Hey, Kirishima! If you and Bakugo were sparring at 100%, what would give out first: your Unbreakable form, or Bakugo's arms?"

Kirishima gave a sheepish laugh, a hand going to rub at the back of his head, as Bakugo's nose scrunched, and he began speaking, "Are you serio--"

"Speaking of your Unbreakable form," Nejire continued, her gaze flickering from Kirishima, to Uraraka, then back to Kirishima again (as well as paying no mind to Bakugo yelling, "Don't cut me off!") before asking, "Would you be able to maintain it if Ochako used her quirk on you? Is Unbreakable just like, an 'intense-focus-on-your-muscles' thing, or do you need to maintain an internal center of gravity, like a reinforced inner core type of thing? That wouldn't be too dangerous to find out though, huh? It'd at least be safer to pull off than checking how drunk Midoriya can be without hurting himself, or seeing what prevails - Dynamight, the unstoppable object or Red Riot, the immoveable force."

"Isn't it 'Immoveable Object' and 'Unstoppable Force'?" Uraraka asked, pulling Midoriya back into his seat by the back of his midnight blue tux jacket when he attempted to use the hurricane of questions that was Nejire Hado as a distraction to get more champagne unnoticed.

Nejire blinked, before laughing gently. "You're right! Maybe I've had a drink too many, myself. Anyway, have you been to the dessert table yet? I wanna go check out the chocolate fountain!"

"Not yet," Uraraka admitted, huffing with a small smile before notioning to Midoriya next to her, "I have to babysit this guy to make sure he doesn't overdo it on the champagne."

The resulting pout from Midoriya drew hushed snickering from both Bakugo and Kirishima. "But... C'mon, 'Chako..."

"Yeah, c'mon Ochako!" Nejire giggled, pointing off to the dessert table with a thumb, blue eyes not leaving Uraraka's brown. "They brought out some daifuku mochi."

Everyone at the table could practically see the mental deliberation that was going on in Uraraka's head, the brunette's eyes darting from the dessert table, to her boyfriend, then back to the dessert table, gently biting at her lower lip as she did so. "I..."

"Aww, go on, Uraraka!" Kirishima spoke up, shooing her away with a hand. "Katsuki and I will keep an eye on Midoriya!"

Uraraka blinked, frowning slightly. "You sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"Absolutely not!" Bakugo snipped, glaring at Kirishima in betrayal. "I'm not Deku's fucking keeper!"

Any hesitancy Uraraka had seemed to melt away at Bakugo's annoyance, smirking cheekily as she jumped up from her seat. "Nope! It's too late! Your literal sweetheart of a boyfriend has offered you up as tribute!" Uraraka then hooked her arm in Nejire's, the older woman laughing as Uraraka began practically dragging her to the dessert table. "Have fun, Lord Explosion Murder!"

"Get back here, you motherf--"

"Katsuki!" Kirishima yelped, quickly slapping a hand over his boyfriend's mouth. "This is a wedding reception, you can't just yell that across the room!"

Bakugo's fiery gaze shifted from Uraraka's distant figure to Kirishima instead, vibrant red eyes glaring into Kirishima's own. He then licked a fat stripe up Kirishima's hand with the flat of his tongue, causing the redhead's eyes to go wide, and his face to redden, immediately withdrawing his hand from Bakugo's face.

"Dude!" Kirishima muttered as he wiped his hand off on his pants.

"'S your own damn fault." Bakugo huffed as he shifted to rest his head in one of his hands, his elbow on the table. "I hate you, Eijirou."

The still-slightly-tipsy Midoriya gasped lightly, looking hurt on Kirishima's behalf. "Kacchan... that's not nice."

"Shut up, Deku."

Kirishima laughed as Midoriya pouted further, then turned to Bakugo, personally unfazed by his boyfriend's words. He knew they held absolutely no weight. "I love you too, Katsuki." He murmured as he leaned in to give the blond a kiss on his temple, an arm wrapping around him to pull him close.

Bakugo gave a 'hmph!' and closed his eyes, but shifted and folded his arms, visibly leaning into Kirishima's hold. "Yeah, yeah."

He didn't fight it as Kirishima pressed a follow-up kiss to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth, though before Bakugo could get a proper kiss on the lips, Midoriya hummed happily, a pleased chuckle bubbling up from the green-haired male's chest. "Aww..." Midoriya cooed sweetly, his fingers pressing against his cheeks as he watched the two of them. "That's better."

"Jesus fucking Christ." Bakugo muttered, pulling away from Kirishima as the redhead's chest heaved with laughter, and quickly got up from his seat. "I'm gonna find a fucking bathroom."

Kirishima's laughter was slow to die down as Bakugo sauntered away, the sturdy hero then looking back to Midoriya, who was suppressing his own giggles. "Alright, real talk," Kirishima murmured, leaning towards Midoriya somewhat, a mischievious smirk on his face, "Exactly how far gone are you?"

Midoriya leaned back in his chair then, folding his arms as his gaze met Kirishima's. "Listen, I'll admit, I am a li'l tipsy, but nothing too bad." He did reach to take another sip of his champagne glass before he spoke again. "Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with it at Kacchan's expense, though."

"Don't push your luck," Kirishima warned with a small, amused smile. "Knowing him, Katsuki will probably come back with another glass of champagne, both to spite Uraraka and to see if he can get you drunk."

"I don't doubt it." Midoriya amusedly murmured, placing his glass back on the table, looking over to where Uraraka and Nejire were chattering amongst themselves. "You know, rumor has it that next time the Hero rankings update, Ochako's going to surpass Hado."

Kirishima blinked at that, a brow arching in curiosity. "Really?"

Midoriya nodded with a dopey grin. "Yeah." He raised a finger to his lips then, his gaze flickering over to Kirishima. "You didn't hear it from me, though." Kirishima just nodded and smiled, and Midoriya lowered his finger. "Hado's been the #6 Hero for a couple years now," he continued, "and Ochako's been right behind her at #7. As much as she cares about Hado, though, Ochako would love to climb the Hero rankings just another rung higher. Honestly, she has her eyes on top 5."

"I just hope I can still keep in the top 10." Kirishima admitted, taking a sip of his water. He himself was currently #9, with Tokoyami ahead of him at #8, and Iida behind him at #10. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for where I am now, and honestly when I was a kid I never thought I'd even get this far," A sad smile tugged at Kirishima's lips then, and he placed his water glass on the table, looking down into it as he continued to speak. "But I don't want people to think less of Katsuki if his boyfriend falls lower in the Hero rankings. You know how the tabloids and the more gossip-y media outlets get." His voice dropped a little then. "I don't wanna disappoint him either."

"But you're not just Kacchan's boyfriend." Midoriya huffed, jutting his lower lip out at Kirishima's words. "You're Red Riot! You're an amazing hero no matter what, it doesn't matter what the rankings or the tabloids say! Besides, Kacchan loves you for you, not because of your ranking!"

Kirishima gave Midoriya a hum of acknowledgement, before looking up and nodding his thanks.

The pleased squeal of a young child cut through the air then, and both young men looked over to the sound's point of origin: the dessert table. The child was in floating midair in between Uraraka and Nejire, holding out a skewered marshmellow to hold under the top level of the chocolate fountain, a height far too out of reach for the little one if Uraraka hadn't used her quirk on them. They watched as Nejire kept a gentle hand on the child's back, both guiding them towards the chocolate fountain and preventing them from floating away, as Uraraka stood on standby, her hands poised to deactivate her quirk once the child had reached their objective and was safely guided back down on the ground.

"...God, I love her." Midoriya swooned, his gaze unwavering from Uraraka's place over by the dessert table.

Kirishima smiled at his friend, looking from Midoriya over to Uraraka as well, watching as she laughed at something Nejire said, before placing her own skewered marshmellow under the chocolate fountain now that the child from before had run off with theirs. The redhead was half debating on what all he'd get from the dessert table, when he heard Midoriya speak again.

"I've been thinking about proposing to her for a little while now."

Kirishima's eyes widened then, and he turned his head to look at Midoriya, a wide grin beginning to pull at his lips. 'That's awesome, dude!' was on the tip of his tongue, when something within him struck a chord.

...Midoriya had been considering proposing.

Midoriya had been considering proposing.

It was like a klaxon alarm had gone off blaring in his head, red lights flashing as his mental self immediately panicking. Had this been any one of his other friends, Kirishima would have been absolutely ecstatic for them, not that Midoriya was any exception to that excitement, but the fact that it was specifically Midoriya telling him this, so soon after Kirishima himself had his own revelation about proposing to Katsuki? Not good, not good, not good.

Midoriya and Bakugo's friendship had come so far since their junior high and early U.A. days, their healthy rivalry growing into something so much more than just their shared desire to be the #1 hero. (Currently the spot was held by Midoriya, but it seemed to flip-flop between the two of them every time the rankings updated.) They were comfortable enough to compete even in things as little as video games or self-imposed eating competitions now, without any true vitriol or negativity.

And for whatever reason, that healthy, playful competitiveness had managed to seep into their separate romantic lives as well. When Midoriya and Uraraka had started dating at the beginning of their second year at U.A., Bakugo had scoffed, saying that 'the only reason Deku finally grew a pair and asked her out' was that the green-haired male was trying to one-up him in both their shared goal in being the #1 hero and now apparently who'd be a better boyfriend, as Bakugo himself and Kirishima had started dating at the end of their first year. While Bakugo had only been talking to the self proclaimed 'Bakusquad' at the time (a name Bakugo absolutely loathed but stopped trying to fight against out of irritation), Midoriya had apparently overheard him, and cheekily commented: "At least I took the plunge and actually asked Uraraka out, Kacchan. Remind me, when it came to you and Kirishima, who asked who out again?"

Kirishima's eyes had gone wide at Midoriya's audacity, the redhead having to bite down hard on his lower lip to hide his amused shock as best he could. He watched as Bakugo's jaw dropped for the briefest of moments, before anger was quick to replace the blond's own shock. "What the fuck did you say to me?!"

Sero was doing his best to stifle his laughter behind one of his hands, while Mina and Kaminari were absolutely losing their shit on the common room's couches. Midoriya, who had been coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of popcorn at the time, it having been his turn to get the salty snacks for his, Uraraka's, Iida's, Todoroki's, Asui's, and Aoyama's movie night, spoke again. "What's got you so worked up?" He'd asked, feigning innocence as he began strolling towards the elevators. "I just asked a simple question."

"Like hell you did!" Bakugo had nearly launched himself over a couch, intent on getting his hands on Midoriya, before Kirishima hooked his arms up and under Bakugo's, the blond wriggling against him, letting off controlled explosions in his hands. Kirishima could somehow hear Midoriya's laughter over Mina and Kaminari's, though their conjoined laughter was like a whisper compared to Bakugo's yelling. "Get back here, shitty Deku! I'll show you who the best damn boyfriend is!"

From then on, the two would goad each other on about their respective relationships, from Bakugo bragging that he'd managed to score a pair of limited tickets to a special, one day only Crimson Riot exhibit in a city two hours away as a surprise for Kirishima's birthday, to Midoriya boasting about how much Uraraka's parents had taken to him after he'd been introduced as 'my boyfriend, Izuku' as opposed to 'my friend, Midoriya'. (After the latter occured, the next time Bakugo had visited Kirishima's mothers with him, the blond had brought them a carefully wrapped box containing homemade chocolates, paranoid that he might not have made as good an impression on them as Deku had on Uraraka's parents. Both women had been absolutely flattered and thankful, and reassured the blond that not only had he made a good impression on them, but that they were happy that he made their son happy.)

So for Midoriya to blurt out that he'd been planning on proposing to Uraraka for a little while now, regardless of if the admission was intentional or a result of the alcohol in his system, Kirishima knew he'd definitely have to get a move on if he planned on proposing to Katsuki soon.

Because if Midoriya was both engaged, and subsequently married before Bakugo? Midoriya would hold it over the blond's head, and Kirishima would never hear the end of it.

The only issue was that damn 'no major purchases' agreement that Bakugo had him agree to so that they could save up for their conjoined Hero Agency. If Kirishima couldn't find someway to get around that, then Midoriya was guaranteed to get engaged to Uraraka before him and Katsuki could get engaged to each other.

"Oh, really?" Kirishima did his best to sound delightfully surprised, to not give Midoriya any inkling that he'd been planning on proposing too. He knew that if Midoriya smelled the proverbial blood in the water, that he'd absolutely take the opportunity to strike.

Maybe Midoriya's version of 'a while now' meant like, two weeks. Maybe he hadn't put alot of thought into it, hadn't been looking at rings or anything yet, hadn't been planning the when and the how. Maybe, if he was going to propose, it wouldn't be for like, another 2 years. That was reasonable, right?

But as Midoriya's gaze flickered over to Kirishima, the green haired male seemed to pause for a moment as he took in the other's expression, before green eyes widened, a knowing smile on Midoriya's face. Kirishima's breath hitched.

Oh god, no.

"Wait... Are..." Midoriya leaned towards the redhead then, eyes wide with an expression the sturdy hero couldn't quite name, "Kirishima, were you also--"

"What the hell is your drunk ass doin', Deku?" Kirishima tensed at the sound of Bakugo's voice, taking a few short and quick breaths to try and calm himself down from the mental turmoil his brain had been going through. "Get the hell out of Eijirou's goddamn space." Kirishima couldn't bring himself to look at Bakugo yet as he heard the explosive hero pull his chair out and sit in it; the redhead knew he had to train his expression down into looking like nothing was wrong, or else the blond would know something was up. Bakugo's hand slid into his field of vision, pushing a filled champagne glass towards Midoriya. "Leave my idiot boyfriend alone and keep downing your damn booze."

Midoriya leaned back in his chair then, he gaze going from Kirishima, to the champagne glass, then to Bakugo. "Thanks, Kacchan, but... I think I'm good."

"Hah?"

Green eyes flickered from Bakugo over to Kirishima, who was doing his best to school his features still. "I think I'm gonna switch to water." He clarified, looking back at Bakugo. "Don't wanna embarrass myself or Ochako by having one too many drinks, ya know?"

No, please. Keep drinking. Kirishima thought, his gaze focusing on Midoriya, as though by sheer will alone his thoughts would will the green haired male into doing his bidding. Drink, and get drunk, and forget about me wanting to propose to Katsuki, god please.

"Just take the damn drink, Deku."

Midoriya then looked pointedly at Kirishima then, and grinned cheekily. "Maybe Kirishima should take it instead."

Kirishima's expression faltered then, his eyes narrowing slightly at Midoriya's words. Though as he felt Bakugo's gaze on him, Kirishima exhaled, turning his head to look at his boyfriend. He was quick to plaster a wide grin on his face, a hand going to rub at the back of his own head. "Took ya a little while to get back, huh?" He asked, desperate to rid the air of any tension. God, please don't question anything. "You get lost trying to find the bathroom or somethin'?"

Bakugo frowned then, the blond's red eyes looking into Kirishima's own, before glancing over over at a slightly smug looking Midoriya, then returning to Kirishima. "...What were you and Deku talking about before I got back?" Spoken more like a statement than a question, Kirishima laughed awkwardly, his mind racing to try and save himself from saying something seriously stupid or incredibly incriminating.

"Just stuff." Midoriya chirped, pushing his chair back so that he could get up from the table. "Kacchan, go with me to the dessert table."

The mental klaxon alarms came back at full force; Midoriya could not be alone with Katsuki right now, not while he was tipsy and armed with the knowledge that Kirishima wanted to propose!

Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You and I both know I don't have that big a sweet tooth. Why the fuck would I go with you to the dessert table?"

"Well, one," Midoriya began, making his way to stand behind Kirishima's and Bakugo's chairs (albeit doing so a little wobbily), one hand resting on the back of Bakugo's chair, the other on Kirishima's shoulder. "Kirishima said he'd wanted to get some chocolate covered strawberries at the chocolate fountain when you came back, but you took so long finding the bathroom that I think the least you could do is get them for him."

"Deku..." Bakugo growled warningly.

"Two, Mirio told me beforehand that there'd be some spicy desserts. Tamaki apparently asked for some 'Black Pearl' cupcakes, which are apparently made with wasabi, ginger, and dark chocolate." Midoriya couldn't suppress the chuckle that left him upon seeing Bakugo's gaze flicker over to the dessert table for the briefest moment at the mention of those. "And three, Ochako would kick your ass if you let me walk to the dessert table alone right now."

Clicking his tongue, Bakugo rolled his eyes and folded his arms, before giving a huff and standing up. "Please, Round Face wishes she could kick my ass." Regardless, Bakugo pushed his chair in, glancing at Kirishima over his shoulder. "I'll go get you your damn strawberries." His gaze then looked to Midoriya, nodding his head towards the dessert table before beginning to walk. "C'mon, Deku."

Before Midoriya began walking, however, he gave Kirishima a pointed look with a soft smirk, one that the redhead could easily decipher as 'I won't say anything.'

Kirishima's relief was shortlived though, because Midoriya's expression became cheeky, playful even. The green haired male gave a small chuckle, before patting Kirishima's shoulder, then giving it a gentle squeeze. The redhead's heart dropped at the competitive glint in Midoriya's eyes then, a look that he'd usually spared for Bakugo when the two were going head to head in something.

Kirishima knew what that look meant. Kirishima knew that there was now an invisible timer counting down, that Midoriya planned on proposing to Uraraka before Kirishima himself could propose to Katsuki. Midoriya's previous, reassuring expression might have said 'I won't say anything', but that wasn't the end of his silent message. This competitive look finished that sentence with a curt finality. 'I won't say anything...

...but now, it's Game On.'

#Krys writes #My Hero Academia #KiriBaku #IzuOcha #MiriTama #Eijirou Kirishima #Katsuki Bakugo #Izuku Midoriya #Ochako Uraraka #Mirio Togata #Tamaki Amajiki

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Compromise (Interlude #3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Story Warnings: Mom!Reader, Dad!Bucky, Ex-Relationship, Co-Parenting Drama, Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Separation Anxiety, Violence

Summary: You didn’t want to trust him again, because every time you did, Bucky broke your heart just a little more. Deep down, though, you wanted to get along with him. You wanted to be amicable. You wanted your daughter to know her father. You’d always wanted that. It just required a compromise.

Part Nine / Master List / Spotify Playlist

This chapter was written for @marquiswrites‘s 100 follower challenge! Congrats, my love! I’m so sorry I’m like a week late on this. Please enjoy.

Bucky’s heart caught in his throat. With his pulse racing just as fast as yours, he quickly got the hell out of dodge and went to the counter to pay. The check became a means of escape. Instinctual, perhaps – fight or flight, and he chose the latter because he was absolutely fucking terrified.

What did you want from him?

He cared about you. He loved you. That much was clear, but in that moment, he’d been forced to confront his feelings and he wasn’t ready to. Not yet. Not with you gazing at him across the table, teeth dragging across your lower lip in such an enticing way that it made him break into a nervous sweat.

God, how irresistible could you be?

It wasn’t just nerves that drove him up a wall. Bucky wanted to act on the implication in your words, your teasing, your flirting. He wanted to reach over across the table and kiss the breath out of you, desperately, with every fibre of his being. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not now.

He wasn’t ready.

To be a parent, he was. To be a dad.

But to disappoint you again? He absolutely wasn’t.

Needless to say, things only worsened on the walk back to your house – the walk from hell. Somehow, he managed to keep his cool, but his mind was a mess. Anxiety. Panic. Fear. What ifs ran through his mind on an endless loop and gnawed incessantly at his subconscious.

What the hell did you want from him?

But Bucky knew what you wanted. Deep down, he probably always knew.

The sound of your heartbeat was a dead giveaway; quiet, almost inaudible, but he’d heard it quicken. He’d seen the flush come across your cheeks as you teased him – simple words to be sure, but laced with innuendo.

He wasn’t just imagining things.

And yet, you had been the one to draw a line in the sand two years ago, to shut down any future the two of you might have had. You left him, and it had been your idea to come to an agreement for Winnie. Even now, he could appreciate that you’d done so. She was more important. She’d always be more important.

Bucky knew you knew that, too, so what the hell was he supposed to do?

He missed you. He loved you. He wanted to be with you.

But he loved his daughter, too.

Bucky startled awake to nothing but silence, the sound of his own voice echoing in his ears.

You take me instead, do you hear me?

A thin sheen of sweat coated his body, and he ran a shaky hand through his damp hair, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down. One, then two. Pitch dark room. Moonlight spilled in through the blinds and onto his duvet.

All he wanted to do was dream – to forget – but instead, he had a nightmare.

Give her back and take me instead.

The words scratched at the back of his throat, dry and unbearable. How many times had he heard that particular phrase? Too many times to count. Too many memories of Hydra blurred the lines within his brain, made things feel entirely too real. Possibly because they were. Bucky had done awful things to secure Hydra’s future, and although he hadn’t been a willing participant, it was still him. All him. He’d done such terrible things that his mind liked to conjure them as a punishment of his own making.

Once, he ripped a woman away from her father – made him watch. She’d been a threat to Hydra, and thus had to be eliminated despite her father’s desperate pleas to give her back, to take him instead. And now, Bucky understood.

Usually, he watched helplessly as Winnie was kidnapped, taken from him, her young life snuffed out with the flick of a wrist. Or the tip of a knife. Or the sound of a gun.

Quick. Efficient. All ways in which he’d taken lives before.

His sweet, darling daughter, dead in a millisecond. The heartbreak and pain he felt at the very thought of it – never mind witnessing it in such a vivid nightmare – could only be replicated when it was you instead of Winnie. And Bucky understood that, too.

He’d murdered a newlywed on her wedding night, right in front of her groom. Blood spatter against white spackled walls, pristine dress stained a rich, ruby red. Life snuffed out more easily than love, he discovered, when he wound up having to dispatch her new husband, too.

I love her. Give her back. Take me instead.

Bucky would have done the same for you.

Somehow, he’d found the smallest shred of stability with you, despite his uncanny ability and willingness to blow it up because of his own insecurities – but his past still came back to haunt him anyway.

With a shudder, he dragged his hands down his face in an attempt to forget the horrors.

It was in times like these that he missed you the most. No matter what, you’d always offered him so much comfort and love despite everything he’d done. Quiet, gentle comfort he’d grown so accustomed to that, even two years after the fact, he still had yet to figure out how he’d survived without.

You’d rouse with a sleepy mumble of his name and reach out for him, small hand coming to rest against his heaving chest. The harsh pounding of his heart beneath your palm would wake you a little more – as would the feel of Bucky’s too-hot skin, sticky with sweat, and you’d blearily blink your eyes open to look over at him in the darkness.

Shh, he’d say. Go back to sleep, doll. I’m fine.

Fine. Always fine.

Always a lie.

Just like the crooked smile on his lips, meant to reassure you that it wasn’t a lie this time. Even though it was.

Oh, Bucky… Come here.

You’d see right through him in an instant. Stroke his hair. Whisper sweet nothings to him in the softest, kindest voice he’d ever heard, delicate and strong all at once. And when you’d tell him that everything was going to be alright in such dulcet tones, well, he just had to believe you, didn’t he?

Sometimes he’d break down a little at your gentle touch and even gentler words. He’d wrap his arms around you, hold you tight, cling to you like you were his lifeline and in a lot of ways, you were. He often told you things in confidence that he’d never told anyone before; it felt good to have another person to join him in the darkness, no matter how slight. How selfish.

And you’d stroke his hair.

Christ.

With an aggravated sigh, Bucky snatched up his phone from the nightstand. He desperately wanted to seek comfort from you like you’d done so many times before so long ago. The problem was that he felt conflicted, now, because of a multitude of reasons: your relationship was already so strained, for one, and it was bound to affect Winnie. Not to mention he knew.

He knew you wanted to be with him, but you deserved better.

If he reached out, he’d be taking advantage of your feelings for his own selfish comfort. It would complicate things. He’d disappoint you again. He’d ruin what little good relations the two of you had, and it would negatively affect Winnie.

Dear, sweet Winnie with a halo of blood around her perfect little head. His darling daughter, dead in her big girl bed. Bullet in her brain.

Three in the morning. You wouldn’t be awake, but right now he just couldn’t shake the need for your kind, soothing words.

She’s alright, Bucky, you’d say. She’s fine.

He knew you would.

Thumbs hovering over the keyboard on the screen, he couldn’t help himself. Selfish. So, so selfish.

Bucky, 3:18am Sorry. I know it’s late. Are you awake?

As soon as Bucky hit ‘send’, he immediately wanted to take it back. He’d managed so many times without you before, and he could do it again. All he had to do was try. A nightmare. That was all. Winnie was fine.

It was so stupidly selfish of him to reach out to you like this, knowing what he knew. He didn’t need you to comfort him, did he? He just wanted it, wanted you.

Needed you.

When his phone vibrated less than a minute later, it made him jump.

You, 3:19am What’s wrong?

You had to work in the morning. Why were you up?

Staring at your message, Bucky wasn’t really sure what to say. He started to type one thing, then backspaced and tried another, only managing to get a couple of words in before he changed his mind again. A text was so impersonal – not like how sweet and caring you were in person, in bed with him, and he had some difficulty finding the right words for the situation.

Three or four attempts later, his phone vibrated again and he froze.

A phone call.

Bucky barely had time to bring the device up to his ear before you’d already started to ask on the other end, “Who was it this time?”

Bucky swallowed thickly, before he rasped, “Winnie.” Then he cleared his throat and tried again, “It was Winnie.”

“Winnie? Okay, hold on,” you told him, and then he heard some shuffling – fabric against the microphone, and your voice came through a little more muffled. “Must have been pretty bad tonight, huh?” Your tone was light despite the dreadful subject; then came a creak, a pause, and you let out a soft laugh. “Don’t worry, she’s fine.”

His phone vibrated again.

In confusion, Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear. You’d sent him another text, which he quickly opened to find a photo of Winnie sleeping soundly in her big girl bed. No blood. No halo. She was fine, and fast asleep in what was probably the most uncomfortable position he’d ever seen in his life.

He couldn’t help but let out an undignified snort.

“See?” you said, voice much clearer now, albeit still holding onto the last remnants of sleep. “Our daughter, the contortionist. I bet she got that from you.”

Gentle ribbing, despite how uncomfortable this afternoon had been.

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” he croaked, but his heart felt lighter than before. “How’d she fall asleep with her leg like that?”

“I don’t know,” you responded, laughing some more. “She sleeps like that a lot. I think she saw it in one of her cartoons. Just kind of stuck.”

Bucky let out a soft hum of acknowledgement. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Another laugh, quieter this time, faded into silence before you asked him softly, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You knew. You always fucking knew and he hated how much he loved it. And just plain hated it, because you saw right through him.

“It’s late,” Bucky deflected. No matter how much he may have wanted to talk about it, he didn’t want to drag you down when he was already bothering you like this. He’d woken you up. It wasn’t his place to do that anymore. Not that it ever really was. “Thanks for the photo. I think I’m gonna make it my wallpaper.”

Another joke. Another deflection.

Hollow.

There was another deafening pause, before you offered, “Are you free for breakfast?”

“What?”

“Winnie would love to see you,” you told him, and he could just hear the smile in your voice. “I’ll even make some french toast.”

“I don’t— I don’t wanna impose,” Bucky stammered at the unexpected invitation, already feeling the anxiety pool in the pit of his stomach. What’s worse was that he did want to impose. He wanted to impose very much.

“Then you can help,” you teased. “Come on. It’s just breakfast.”

It wasn’t just breakfast.

“We’ve gotta leave by eight, so let’s make it seven?” you mused aloud. “Yeah. How’s seven?”

He forced down the lump in his throat. “Seven’s… Seven’s fine.”

“Okay, good! See you in the morning.”

Without missing a beat, he responded almost automatically, “See you then.”

Then the line went dead, and Bucky stared blankly at his phone.

What just happened? You’d just talked him into breakfast so easily. How?

He still had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do. His thoughts started to race for the umpteenth time, full of panic and dread, but no matter how rational he tried to be, an undercurrent of excitement still ran through him like electricity. It made him feel good. Warm.

Breakfast with you. Breakfast with Winnie.

His girls.

Despite all his nervous energy, Bucky actually managed to sleep soundly for once. So soundly, in fact, that he slept right through his alarm.

Part Ten

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