#but i was legit tearing up watching his interviews

[zu8her]

✧･ﾟ 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 | 𝕷𝖆𝖜

✧･ﾟ𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 — med-student!law ⋆ drugdealer!law ⋆ campusreporter!reader ⋆ accidental drug ingestion ⋆ aphrodisiac drug ⋆ student profile ⋆ sex under the influence of aphrodisiac ⋆ fucking ⋆ they be fuckin' ⋆ implied black reader ⋆ stretch marks mentioned ⋆ backshots ⋆ semi-public(??) ⋆ bj ⋆ slow sex

✧･ﾟ𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 — it's been a fuckin' while. sorry i've not been confident in my abilities as a writer so i put it off for awhile. like i was legit insecure and thought about deleting my acc lol. but decided not to. hope you enjoy this

✧･ﾟ𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 — 1K (𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗)

You lightly knocked on his door patiently staring at the room number. Your heart pounding, this may be dangerous. He may be dangerous, yet here you are.

You recently discovered a student on campus has been selling experimental drugs, fairly mild but drugs nonetheless. It had been another taxing day for you. Running around, chasing after a cold case. From dead-end to dead-end. Finally, you got a tip. A med-student was responsible, Trafalgar D. Law.

When you so much as voiced that you had a story you wanted to run, the editor shut you down. “No, you don’t. I tell you what to write,” he spat shoving your camera into your stomach. He then assigned you do a basic student profile. Guess on who? So, you're taking this chance to actually do your job and snoop.

Opening the door, he recognised you immediately. Braids in a neat ponytail, white button up and a preppy lilac skirt. The cute girl always taking pictures for the campus newspaper. “The Editor sent me. He said you owed him a favour.” Sighing, he moves aside to let you in before shutting the door.

While you scan his room, he manoeuvres past you. On a cabinet to your left a small bag of gummy bears catches your eye. With his back turned you swipe one out of the bag, reflexively eating it when he rotated his chair to face you.

“You want to interview me, right?”

“Yes, I’m doing a student profile.”

He shrugged gesturing to the chair in front of him. Taking a seat, you introduce yourself before asking permission to record the interview, placing your phone on his desk and starting.

You’ve gone through half of the questions on your clipboard, when it started to get hot. Heavy breathes, followed. Your chest was tingling. You kept slightly rocking back and forth, subconsciously, squeezing your thighs together. Your nipples started to perk through the shirt.

You couldn’t focus. Your eyes instead settling to dart across his body. From the tattoos on his chest and hands to his well defined forearms. “Excuse me, I just feel a bit hot,” you awkwardly smile unbuttoning your shirt. To get more comfortable on his chair, he laid back spreading his legs. Instinctively, your eyes landed on his crotch. He smiled deviously. “Did you take on of the gummy bears?”

“I took just one. What is it?”

“That batch are aphrodisiacs.”

You watch, dazed as he stands before you, leaning down to cup your chin and twist your face for observation. “Heightened arousal.” You stare down at his crotch before meeting his gaze, salivating. Gently he lets go, staring down at the drugs for a moment before scoffing and popping one in his mouth. "I needed to test these anyway."

Cosily laid on Law’s bed, you whine as he thrusts into you. Hearing him whimper as he looks down at your fucked-out smile and watches your tits bounce along with his thrusts. One of your legs propped over his shoulder as he rams his fat cock into your sensitive pussy. He smirks down at you as you squirm feeling another orgasm tear through you.  He leaned in, his head on your shoulder as he delivered deep strokes to drag out your orgasm. “Fuck,” he whimpered against your ear before he came. You twitch as he slowly humps his cum deeper.

Your face, stuffed against the bed cushions, ass up as he fucks you from behind. Alternating between backshots to sitting on your ass and plunging his overstimulated cock into your creamy hole. His favourite is your muffled moans, the way your eyes roll back with his deep thrusts. Enjoying the way your arse jiggle against him, his hand firmly on your waist his thumb softly caressing darkened stretch marks. Watching your pussy convulse with his cum dripping out, drove him to near insanity. He had to, just had to fuck more of his cum into you. You looked so good like this.

He rolled you over. With your leg trapped under him he wrapped his right arm around your waist and his left to grip your arse holding you steady as he rolled his cock into your dripping cunt. All you could do is grip his hair while he stared you down with faint smirk and blush decorating his cheeks.

You were now propped up over his desk, his cock fucking into you as he buried his head in your neck. Watching through the small opening of the curtains as the rest of Uni goes about their day while your getting ruthlessly fucked. Feeling him grope your tits and whimper as he fucks up into you. “You feel so good, fuck-”

Licking his and your cum off his cock as you humped his pillow. Deep-throating. Taking all of his cock in your mouth, feeling his hairs lightly graze your cheek and his tip at the back of throat, before releasing his cock with deep breathes following, earning a whimper-like groan from him as he sat back on his chair. Hooded, fucked out eyes looking down at you, yearning, aching for more. His whimpers becoming more erratic prompting him to pull out and spurt his cum on your tits and mouth before gently cupping your face and pushing his cock down your throat once more. “Just a little bit more, okay baby? That’s it.” He coos with a hoarse voice.

You’d both grown tired at this point. The only driving force, seemingly being the stimulant. The high was dying down. He laid you comfortably between his sheets on you stomach. With the duvet lazily hanging off his shoulders, he slid his cock back in. “Just relax, okay?” He slow fucked into mouthing curses with his head hung low. When he felt you clench around him, he buried his cock deep as you came around his cock. Pulling out he would deliver his last moan as he rubbed his sensitive cock, spurts of his cum coating your arse and back.

Silently, you sit at your desk listening to the recording. At the 42 minute mark, listening to him drop to his knees then at your moans as he slid down your panties and ate you out. The recording is about 5 hours long. Barely an hour of which is the actual interview and the last few minutes Law moaning as he came.

“Did you interview him?” You look up at the student editor. “Uhh, yes! I did. I’ll send-”

“I want it by Monday.”

“Will do!” On his way out, he stopped by the door, his hand gripping the frame. He tilts his head slightly.

“About your story-”

“Dead end.” You lie and watch as he nods and leave. Looks like Law’s the editors supplier.

#trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece smut #trafaldar law x black reader #one piece x reader #one piece #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgar law fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #x black reader #black reader smut #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law one piece #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law imagine #law headcanons #one piece fic #one piece x black reader #one piece x y/n #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — zu8her

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV Trailer (me losing my freaking marbles - YOLO) Pt1

I'm just going frame by frame thru AMC'S BEAUTIFUL new IWTV trailer. But I had to split this into 2 parts cuz Tumblr won't let me post 30+ pics.

We've already seen Lestat's Theatre portrait on fire (burn, bish!) but the TRANSITION they made here is DISGUSTING--they know what they're doing!

Lou goes from thinking about setting the Theatre on fire (nervously/uncomfortably rubbing his chin, my poor baby), to another scene of him chainsmoking and staring sadly off into the void. I'm assuming it's the 1970s interview, cuz we see Afro!Lou in the same shirt when he effs up BB!Daniel a few minutes later.

AND they said Louis's "stronger, and harder, too," during ANOTHER closeup of Louis chainsmoking. Pyromaniac du Lac LIVES.

Then we get that INTERESTING exchange with Loumand about Oldmaniel:

Armand does NOT like this interview, no ma'am! What are you tryna hide?! 🧐

The fandom legit already MADE THIS JOKE too! XD

The parallels with Loumand enjoying watching movies together (NO CLAUDIA 👀)--and Loustat enjoying opera & movies together.

Loumand as a happy old married couple--I mean it, Rolin: what TF happened between the 1970s interview, the year 2000, and 2022, to make Louis' mental state get SO DANG BAD!?

Armand seems to be implying that 1970s SanFran wasn't where he failed Louis, but 1940s Paris when he burns the Theatre--but I'm seriously wondering if something else went down, cuz LOOK AT MY BABY. BLOOD TEARS. I cannot.

This hollow, fake smile Claudia gives when Loumand walks into the room; wearing makeup & an adult hairstyle tryna look grown--I wonder if this is the same night she joins the Theatre?

Lou & Claudia--he just gives her The Eyebrows, not saying anything (but Armand looks WAY too smug ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)); and we know Armand AND Claudia can EASILY read his mind way better than he can read either of theirs.

Louis calls her "a spark in the dark," right before they cut to the bombs falling all over WWII Europe with flames everywhere--including all over her face--foreshadowing her ashes to ashes, dust to dust. ("Rigged to burn," Louis said in S01E03.)

Did they get hit by bombs, or fall into mine fields?! Jfc. (OR maybe they were sleeping underground, in the earth, and woke up in a battlefield--GOD.) And this must be the same scene where Lou eats the heart--we see Claud throwing limbs around--are they scavenging bombed up corpses?

And the flame in the photographs Louis takes, which she's been tearing down--figuratively in the other teaser, and literally here.

Claudia finna GO OFF! (I HAD to make this one a gif, to see her wrath in MOTION 🤌)

EAT that racist French White, Claudia, PLEASE. Colonizer Capital--Paris SUCKS!

LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC, ladies and gentlemen. U_U

You're one of a kind, sweetie--that's why the whole Theatre was tripping, cuz Lestat's "coven" in NOLA didn't look ANYTHING like how all other vampire covens worked. Lestat & Louis & Claudia were a FAMILY. They lived like humans--or as close to human as possible. Plus they were painfully weak, with none of the Dark Gifts. They weren't living like monsters--at least not on the surface....

In the other teaser I thought this dirty heifer who attacked Louis was a revenant, but if she's in the Theatre then this must be Alessandra or Eleni (which means a Rhoshamandes name drop!? 👀💀)? Please random dude please be Benedict. 🙏 I need more TVC cameos!

I'm wondering if this was part of a performance when Madeleine & Claudia were part of the Theatre, not during the Trial? OR this is AMC's recreation of the film version with the naked lady--"so we can eat people."

Armand finna GO OFF! But WHERE TF are his FANGS!? That's my ONE major gripe with this show--I'm so sick of seeing these stupid acrylics everywhere but no FANGS.

Then the trailer immediately tells me to STFU, LOL. XD

Lelio Rising. Lelio Falling. (Ooooo--the Tower Scene should be SPICY)

Then they use the "script" line to transition to The Trial, when Armand forced Lestat to be scripted! 😭 DIABOLICAL! And I LOVE this frame--it's giving me Oppenheimer when he was walking through the stands as everyone applauded him for dropping the bomb & he was PTSDing. (I had to make a separate post just for this brainworm.)

So Dan's finished the interview and this is his editor. (OR, even spicier, this dude's from the Talamasca, and Daniel's broken the NDA & fled the penthouse?) But chile, ain't nobody scared of LDPDL. 🙄 Daniel should be well aware by now that Louis snapped in the 1970s, sure, but he's not the REAL threat in that house, Mr. Mediocre Star to a 500 Year Old Vampire. Unless they're talking about LESTAT? 👀💀 WHERE TFC IS HE IN 2022?!

What in CHRIST'S NAME is coming out of his effing NECK? 😱 It was SQUEALING, like a KOCHON.

Louis slinging blood at the Sea of Galilee Armand stole for him, LOLOLOL.

Louis effing Daniel up--"you were disrespectful!" I wonder if BB!Dan crying was when Armand was busy stalking him when he was drunk AF & dying of alcohol poisoning.

I LOVE THIS. Louis is the center of it all--"It's you and me. Me, and you." 😭💔 Said over and over--Louis and Lestat, Claudia, Armand, and Daniel (and even Santiago U_U).

#interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #pyromaniac du lac #louis de pointe du black #justice for claudia #loustat #loumand #must see tv #SCREAMING #screaming crying throwing up #the hype is real

[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND LIVE BLOG - Season 1 [Epi - 2]

Cooooommmmmmmeeee ooooooonnnnnnnn, letz start the second epiiiiiiiiii.

So we are starting right from where we had left them off. ANDDDDD BAAAAMMMM! Khushi jolts out of her (or rather their?) trance and realizes where her hand is, snatches it back. Pulling out Arnav from his trance as well.

I want you to focus on their expressions in the scene. Look closely, when she snatches her hand away from his collar. His gaze, instantly falls down to her hand and there's a moment where he steels himself and maybe even thinks that 'How dare she!'.

It's as if Arnav realizes that he needs to be angry and THEN all hell breaks lose, as he throws her out of his hands. He orders the head of his PR team to control the photos and videos of this 'scandal'. Khushi is locked in a room for interrogation.

Back in Gomti Sadan, the neighborhood aunties are gossiping about Khushi's absence. Buaji asks about the papers' whereabouts to Payal. But, Payal, already very nervous and tongue-tied, reduces to tears. I am surprised why did Buaji not see the change in her demeanor and most importantly her spilled tears. But, that's also not much surprising coz Buaji can hardly ever read Payal or Khushi's distress over anything that they seem to be facing alone, in the entire show. This scene also indicates that Payal has never been the rule-breaker kid, she's always been kind of a 'yes-man' to her parents.

Ohh! Did you notice how Khushi's voice sounds so off? Do you know why? Turns out Sanaya was sick with cold while shooting this sequence. She mentioned this in that interview with Mrs. Gul Khan, which was released right after IPK ended a few months ago.

Arnav instructs the team to interrogate Khushi and check whether a rival company (Re-Fashion? RI-Fashion? REE-Fashion? whatever, lol.) send her there to ruin his fashion show in exchange of some petty amount of money.

Payal's belief, of her Abhishek ji standing up to his family's demand of the dowry, breaks. She realizes that he is present there, knows everything going on but still refuses to speak up. She is heart-broken.

Was it only me or you also thought that the way Sanaya pronounced 'profession' is kind of-idk-intriguing?-sexy?-hot?-pata nahi choro (ok, leave it.)

Garima tries to associate the papers' absence to Khushi's absence. Payal has been caught like a deer caught in headlights.

Arnav comes to meet or rather to interrogate his wife 'that' girl, for 'answers'. Khushi requests him to let her go as she explains him that she landed there by mistake.

He is so adamant in throwing all the unfortunately familiar 'accusatory' questions. What was that 'Wipro-Fashion'? 'PRO-Fashion'? Whatever. See, many of you would disagree, here, but I think he is legit right in doubting her intentions, given the type of people he would have dealt with till now in this profession. Although, WE know, from Khushi's POV, that she is right, BUT that's the thing, he doesn't.

"Then let it (the marriage) break. Problems like these are nothing for girls like you. If one leaves, then trap another." ("Toh tut jaane do shaadi. Tum jaisi ladkiyon ka kya hai. Ek jayega, dusra phasaa lena.") And the BG score changes to something close to tandav beats. Maybe, just maybe he realized that he has struck a chord or crossed a line or fcked up real bad. It can be any of the three.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! The dreaded moment is here. Khushi retaliates but she does not realize the volcano in front of her, ready to burst out with hot, molten lava. She attempts to side step him but he grabs her by the arm and yanks at the dori of her blouse. Pearls scatter around, everywhere on the floor. Khushi is horror struck, devastated, horrified and all the girls watching this for the first time already knew what that meant. And hated Arnav for doing that to her for a long, long time.

See the irony, here. In the previous episode, we saw them together in that beautiful frame. No-one had any doubt of them being the alpha couple of the show. BUT. BUT. BUT.

After this scene, audience must have doubted, some might even have gone to the extent to declare Arnav as the villain. And later considered Shyam as the hero, coz of the way, he was introduced (we will come to that in that episode).

Hmm. I am thinking. Why did he let her go? Like? So....easily? After she pulled the ribbon from her hair and covered her exposed back, or rather her modesty. Arnav has frozen. At his spot. He isn't even moving a finger. (I will have to process this scene and then will let you know in a separate post.)

With this, the scene blurs and along with Khushi, we reach Gomti Sadan, where everything is eerily silent. Wait. Did we reach so early? Didn't Khushi take the whole day to reach SM? Then how come- ohh Guilty Arnav might have arranged a car for her to reach her home safely-Lol. Who am I kidding with? This is ASR, we are talking about. Let's stop with the wishful thinking.

Gomti Sadan. Gossips. Malign in their social image. A broken marriage. All of these are termed as a "Kali' (black ink) by Buaji. And who's at fault? Khushi. She talks of pulling off her braid and handing it to her. Basically, beat her ass off.

Buaji, I think, was never able to accept Khushi as her own child. She was always the only one to differentiate between the two. She was only the one who instigated Garima and Shashi against her. Although, Shashi had wholeheartedly accepted her as his daughter but Garima, often used to get manipulated into believing the worst, in Khushi.

Even now both Buaji and Garima are convinced that Khushi was, somehow, jealous of her sister's fate (that she was getting married) and so to malign it, she decided to sabotage the wedding by taking away the papers and fleeing out of everyone's sight until the wedding is called off.

Lol. Junior Engineer. And Buaji thinks, that's self-explanatory for them, having a right to ask for a dowry. Khushi explains herself. But, she is admonished by her (B-ji), for acting like a 'Dadi Amma', means trying to act above her age, by interfering in elders' matters.

Still, for the Guptas', specifically for Mrs. Garima Gupta, a broken marriage is worse than Payal getting married into a money-hungry family. Do you see it here? Getting MARRIED is of more importance than getting married into THE RIGHT FAMILY.

And as if all this admonishing and insulting is not enough, so, she kind of disowns her daughter. "Mat kaho hume Amma".

Khushi, who already had abandonment issues, guilt of being a burden to 'this' family, is now shell shocked. Someone please save this poor kid.

Buaji does it again! Hip, hip hurray guys! She again pulls up the orphan card and a non-refundable debt (of getting adopted by her brother and sister in law) card! What an awesome timing Buaji! Shut up Buaji. What? Shashi said this. Not me. I have manners, ok.

"Arre tujhse saga humara koi nahi hai." Payal's words calms Khushi to some extent. But, they are still not enough as we see that Khushi cannot sleep, and keeps tossing and turning, recalling her amma's harsh words.

She wakes up and opens their shop's door. Khushi is shown handling an LPG gas cylinder, an oil cannister and lighting a match stick, giving us the impression of her attempting to give up her life.

Precap starts. *quickly pauses it* I don't watch precaps. Spoilers. Don't like them. Bye. Such a stressful episode to watch.

P.S. : Remember the interview I was talking about? This is it. Please do give it a watch if you haven't already. It's so beautiful them sharing the off-screen things and being all nostalgic. You'll love it. :)

Next Episode!

#arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #i iz strzd #i dont like these kind of epis #thats why i used skip in between #but skipping them also ruins the continuation of the story #so i have to watch this any ways #ok bye #not in a great mood #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arshi #ArShi #Hey! y'all #i realized that i got drunk while watching the episode and didn't complete that rival company wali line. #I am so sorry y'all #i also made some other minor changes if you wanna read it again in case. #i wanna talk about so many things from this episode damnit. #lets see #bye again and good morning to you hav a nice day ahead

[stormblessed95]

RM and Pharrell with Rolling Stone

This is honestly EVERYTHING. One of the most well done and raw interviews I've seen. Probably because it was just an honest conversation between the two. The respect shared, the vulnerabilities shown, the sneak peaks for the new BTS song coming on Pharrell's new album soon and RM3 coming at the end of November (probably, rumored). I honest to God, teared up reading this interview. They cover some heavy topics so well. I just.... want to sit with it. When I say I love RM, he has made such a home in my heart in such an impactful and important way. Unforgettable and intense. I'm in AWE of him constantly. Watching their comfort together here too as they talk about everything?

Nah, legit gonna cry if I let it sink in too deep! Lol I can't wait for the new music. And I'm so unbelievably grateful for everything Namjoon, and all the members, have shouldered and sacrificed and given to us. I hope he feels all the love that is returned in kind too. And I'm glad he has friends and good people in the industry to get advice from and bounce ideas around together and.... I just... can't wait to hear these songs. That's all.

Such a good interview. Very thought provoking and sincere. The admiration and respect for each other was very clear.

I'm NOT OKAY HONESTLY

READ THE INTERVIEW. WATCH THE INTERVIEW. I'm so proud to be ARMY. I'm so proud of my BTS. This was all just so cute and heartwarming honestly. Support BTS in their new tracks coming out with Pharrell and support Joon with RM3 and his first two mixtapes too! Fingers crossed they add his SoundCloud tracks to Spotify too soon like they've done with Jin 😭😍🥰💜💜💜

#Namjoon Pharrell rolling stone interview #my heart is so full of love for RM #Youtube

[ghost-of-you]

Relistening to SGFG after listening to the podcast episodes of those years and watching interviews: an exercise in me holding back tears

Like, they’ve got some real catchy songs on that album but also, it’s full of some of the most heartbreaking songs. TGWCW is one of my favorite songs, but “is anyone there at all” makes me want to start sobbing and then I’ll lose my contact in my eye again and I’ll cry even harder, thereby making it even more difficult to find my contact again. Broken Home, my beloved. Permanent Vacation, extremely catchy but also sounds like a song about dying. Even Fly Away kind of feels like “oh god just get me the hell out of here, I don’t even care where so long as it’s somewhere else.” Invisible doesn’t even need a mention really

That's actually something I'm always thinking about. The podcast definitely made it worse. I think a lot about jet black heart and the way they were 19 when the song was released. They were barely legally adults writing a bunch of heartbreaking music, jbh, invisible, broken home, tgwcw, even osco and some specific lyrics in other songs of the album too. Ashton talking about how he planned his escape, that paired with how Mike said they escaped from the bus in the rolling stone interview, actually the whole 2015/16 podcast puts everything about them in that era in such a devastating light. They wanted out. And the way they were feeling like that while being marketed as this hot young band. Legit with you, the first time I heard the full album after the podcast I was in tears the whole time. Invisible is highkey the saddest thing I've ever heard. I don't think anything will ever make me feel the same way as "another day, the walls are built to keep me safe, I can't escape, it's too late". I seriously feel the urge to time travel to 2015, wrap them up in a blanket and they'll them it's gonna get better.

#seriously #the podcast changes the whole context of the album really #i was asked #anon 😌

[hils79]

Hils Watches My School President - Ep 8

These episodes really do vary in length. Some of them are less than 50 mins, this one is over an hour. I may need to pause halfway through this one and go and get some dinner :D

I see we're starting straight with the sadness. Gun's band is performing at the next stage of the competition and Tinn can't be there because he has what looks like a university interview

There is definitely going to be some kinky roleplay in their future

Oh no Tinn is back to having an imaginary Gunn talking to him

Oh, I see where this is going. Tinn is totally going to offer to 'supervise' after school band practice

By 'secret deal' do you mean 'we want to be each other's boyfriend' in which case yes

That's two dramas in a row I've watched with a team cuddle pile. I demand this in every drama I watch from now on

Haha! Oh my god Tinn has gone full horny teenager

I love that I jokingly referred to Tinn as a cop in the first episode and now here we are

Yes, definitely the only thing to do when you're about to be caught with cooking alcohol is to neck it

Are you sure about that?

Dude, she literally just went outside to look for you and it was bone dry. You are so bad at lying

I'm so invested in these two

Nooo...he guitared so hard he sprained his wrist and didn't want to tell them in case it made them sad so he's been quietly going to physical therapy by himself. MY FEELINGS.

Yeah, he can :D

I love how many Thai BLs involve the romantic gesture of putting a helmet on the boy you like. Protection is important.

So many filthy jokes I could make here

HAHA! Busted!

Oh shit now they're feeding each other. IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING

Is he ever going to tell Gun why he ran for school president in the first place?

Oh no. I remember how this episode started

Gun is such a good kid. Look at him comforting Tinn who is sad he can't go and watch Gun play. I am legit tearing up over them

God, even when it's for a product placement scene they are stupidly adorable

KISS IT BETTER

Yes, I am all about the team huddles

Definitely not me crying because the two people Gun loves most are both in the audience watching him sing. Look at his happy little faaaace

Please write a song about how much you love Tinn (not Sound obv I mean Gun)

#hils watches #hils watches my school president #hils watches tdramas #my school president #tdrama

[heyharoldsboo]

Ngl when I saw that picture last night I legit teared up. I didn’t actively follow him or any of the cast really before all this whole shitshow went down, just like watched their stories if it popped up on my feed.

When I first heard the accusations I was really disheartened because I did like him in the show and I was upset that he turned out to be this awful human being.

But reading your blog and hibernatingwithgrizzlies’ blog really made me stop and think about it more and I realized that it wasn’t as sound as I originally thought.

Seeing all your posts of Percy really made me like him even more than when I went hunting for Wednesday cast interviews. I’ve been hoping to hear something from/about him that was positive to let us know he was okay-ish and with those who loved him so when we got that picture, even if it’s old, made me tear up cause I’ve missed seeing his pretty face and his adorable smile

Thank you for being so diligent in updating and sharing information with us. I’m proud to be one of your many ducklings :)

Oh duckling, I teared up too. Seeing him being his adorable silly goofy little self that got me through so much... it was everything I wanted. For him to not have lost what made him be one of the most refreshing people I ever saw. I am tearing up again as I write this

I'm glad that my blog helped. It was what I wanted when I started writing in his defense. If I could help even one person, I'd be helping him, when he helped me so much.

I'm so glad you like it here, and that it helped you. It's my pleasure to be here with you all, and I do it with love.

#i stand with percy #percy is innocent #heyharoldsboo

[sweetestpopcorn]

genuine question:

how has your fandom experience been after [derogatory] show?

I'm asking because there has been such a huge wave of fans and content and given how the show has been nothing like the book it feels a bit lonely for those who crave content more similar to canon.

So, how do you cope?

Hi there!

Oh wow. That pretty much sums it up.

I have made no secret of my absolute distaste towards redacted and as such, I have spared myself, my eyes, brain, basic intelligence... the punishment of subjecting myself to any of it.

I have the tags blocked and I unfollowed anyone showing THAT any support. It was pretty funny to see people do a turn on their convictions all because of shiny dragons that look more like Jurasic Park (lol), more likes for their posts, and... I don't know trying to look "smart" while they try to find sense in one of the dumbest shows in existence.

If I had gotten my will I would know nothing of it. Alas... I got sent a lot. How much? Yes. So unfortunately I have to live with the fact that I know what happens there and WOW. WOW.

My friend @xenonwitch can attest to the fact that we read all the spoilers and STILL got surprised at sh:t. We legit laughed at a couple of things like:

1- Droopy dying of leprosy which is a disease that does not exist in the asoiaf universe -> the asoiaf version of leprosy is greyscale. Y'all besties are welcome <3

2- Lenny staying alive and Renada and Matt's marriage being a sham and the two of them consciously making their children bastards -> s_ck on that notAegon and notViserys! You thought only the Weak children were illegitimate?! Now you are as well so there!

personally my favourite 3- Dracaryssice by Lana.

I remember when Fae told me of Lana I was so excited. It was so ridiculous that I was like I wanted it to be true... but I was afraid I was getting my hopes up and would be disappointed... but then it happened and I was more joyful than I could say like ❤️🥰 #YASS

4 - Almond Milk accidentally killing Loserys

I will give a honourable mention to Matt chocking Renada while she was pregnant because like with Lana I prayed this was true ❤️ and then it was <3 and the scene was so ridiculous!

I am so happy because I saw so-called "Daemyra" shippers acting all smug defending this trash because the show portrayed Matt like a loser simp going after the girlboss who doesn't give 2 flying f_cks about him -> because women having toxic masculinity traits and men being emasculated is today's modern media version of a "good" story - being proved wrong when haha Matt chocked Renada. And on that note, that was the only scene I liked Matt because honestly F_CK THAT CHICK. She's this weird version of seasons 7 and 8 showArya mixed with Cersei mixed with... I don't know, but she's DEFINITELY not bookRhaenyra! Gods what a joke!

Ok moving on, and before I do, I would like to share me and Fae are thinking of doing a podcast tearing this f_cking sh_t apart. I won't watch the show but she will - #pray4fae2022 - and then we will have fun in the show. And get angry. And pull out the books and compared them to the "unbiased true telling" of HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL no it's redacted. It's only redacted. Show canon and book canon are not the same honeys, Turtle sell out said it, Elio and Linda said it, people interviewing said sell out said it. Ryan is as delusional as Trump. Someone get him help. Someone brave. Because his characters can't stay in character from one scene to the next let alone in between episodes and everything out of the actors' mouths in interviews is like "What?!" But whatever, enough rant.

For the most part besides being a tad angry at people defending this trash - I mostly avoid things but still have things sent to me - was getting a lot of new readers and attention to the point I struggle to get back to people. I received this with a mixture of happiness because many of these people are amazing and genuinely like my story and opened their eyes to what trash redacted is, but also sadness because of how it got there.

As for the content I wouldn't be able to tell you because even before redacted I don't search for Dance content sorry 🤷🏽‍♀️

I've said it before, will again. I have been a part of other fandoms as a consumer -> HP, Twilight (lol sue me b:tches), etc -> and I can tell you the asoiaf fandom - for me personally - does not have that many good fanfictions. Honest to god I have read them since like 10 years ago? And to this date I can count on my hand how many of them I was blown away by. Now, comparing that to the HP fandom, literally in two pages I will find at least one that will blow my freaking mind. But this isn't a big surprise for me since this fandom has some of the most insane takes (and people) I have ever seen.

Dance related fics... oh boy!

Anon, when I read Fire and Blood I wanted a fic like the one I wrote and I searched for it. There was nothing, Daemon/Rhaenyra as a pairing were like a sidenote in fics that existed and even so there was what? One page in AO3 I read them and like.... what? There were more fics of her and Criscel and I am just like... did we read the same book?

After I started writing a few others things started showing up slowly (veeeeeeerryyyyyy slowly) but when I read them it was just... No. It was just a No. 

So much trash from Daemon r@ping Rhaenyra to Rhaenyra acting like a sociopathic Lolita in almost every story to... I will stop myself right here. So for the longest time I have stopped searching for anything. I am just setting myself up for disappointment. 

If something is good I trust it will eventually be sent my way, if not... sorry but I rather miss it than go over the tags because 🤢

I think one of the most important lessons I learned from my time in the fandom is: If you want something and it doesn’t exist don’t complain, do it yourself. So this is what I do. I write what I want to read and if I want art, because I can’t draw lol I search for an artist I like and commission them to do something I want to see. I take control and do it myself as opposed for waiting for others to do something that fits into what I want. And if I can share I am made SO HAPPY for it. 

So on that regard redacted has not changed my experience because I have long ago gave up on finding things at random. On that note, however, I don’t think some people realise that I have a home, I work a full time very demanding job, and I have friends and family. I have very limited free time for me alone, and my fic takes HUGE amounts of work and effort from me, so even if I wanted I wouldn’t have the time to read others fics. Eventually I might if it gets sent my way or something, but usually I am busy doing something else. 

Like... I currently have 100 asks here. More than 100 comments to reply to on AO3, tons of fics to update. People asking me to update this and that... I just... 

Lonely though I don’t feel. I made tons of friends throughout the year with GOOD taste and love of logic. And it was the best thing writing fanfiction ever gave me <3 other people to nerd out about my fav characters with <3 and that’s everything. 

This was too long already. Long live the books, and dracarys (accidentally dracarys 😏) the show(S)!

PS: Would you like to hear me and Fae just tearing redacted apart? I will bring my ratty copy of Fire and Blood to it!

#Rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #fire and blood #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #dance of the dragons #pre asoiaf #renada tedesco #matt tedesco #redacted #the limp prince #nobody's delight #anti hotd #fae let's rant and record it! #man this was a lot out of my chest #by accident! #good luck to you Anon! #popcorn answers

[adultswim2021]

Space Ghost Week

Space Ghost Coast to Coast #58: “Terminal” | August 7, 1998 | S05E01

Space Ghost Week is here, and we’re kicking things off with a pretty great one. In Terminal, Space Ghost announces that he’s dying. I don’t think he says exactly what’s killing him, but he’s sure that death is eminent.

We start off with a black title card with white text that reads “Waiting”. We cut Space Ghost and co. in the commissary. Space Ghost is choking back tears, imparting some final-ish thoughts to Moltar and Zorak: “I want you two to make a lot of friends, and I want you to be real nice to the girls, 'cause they're going to be real important to you soon.” This is a line I think about a lot, and have always wondered if it was a reference to something else. I mean, it IS good advice, it just sounds like a movie line or something.

As of press time, I’ve watched three episodes of this program from this season, so I was trying to discern a regular opening. I think the only thing these episodes have in common is the “Waiting” title card. This episode has a unique intro with Dave Willis singing a mournful song over stock footage; imagery of fall, winter, and finally a dead fish floating upside down. Of the three episodes I’ve seen, they all have different opening sequences.

Space Ghost’s compatriots meet this news with a mix of cruel elation, wariness, and apathy. They don’t really believe it, and when they do they aren’t exactly broken up about it. In fact it could mean their freedom. Well, Space Ghost explains that they are bundled with the show, and that they will be enslaved by his replacement. But as we know, the things that come out of Space Ghost’s mouth aren’t always reliable. As a matter of fact, I feel like there’s a chance that he might not actually be dying.

Space Ghost talks about his many regrets, like not meeting Boomer Esiason. This is the part of the write-up where I finally look up Boomer Esiason and find out who he is, because this reference has alluded me for years. (Looks it up) Oh, he’s a football guy. 

Two out of three of our guests are actually Marc Weiner playing two of his signature characters from his Nickelodeon program Weinerville. I am assuming this, because I don’t actually really remember Weinerville that well. If you watch this episode and wonder what this guy’s deal was, it’s basically this. I spent five minutes googling him to make sure I wasn’t unwittingly leaving out some important detail about his career; did he do this shit on Johnny Carson or something? I remember seeing him do a puppet thing on SNL during the universally reviled sixth season. Fun fact: season six is the first season whose cast is entirely passed away. You don’t need to google this. I’m telling you the truth. 

There are some funny moments where Joey Deulxe’s hairpiece slides down his face. Weiner doesn’t break character, and improvises instead. It’s not exactly like the time when they left in the stand-up comedian flubbing his lines and walking off the set to restart his act. There’s a bit later where Marc Weiner plays Captain Ozone, and they leave in some absolutely pointless mugging. This moment is burned into my brain. 

Space Ghost also regrets not having a child. He imagines himself coldly telling his imaginary son Roy Allen that he doesn’t have any baseball talent. How funny is that in his wildest dream he’s a shitty dad with a crybaby son? 

The final guest is Dr. Drew. This interview is very awkward. The pregnant pauses are deafening, and he seems legitimately flustered at times. I think he’s just playing up his straightness. At the time Dr. Drew was hosting Loveline with Adam Carolla and I doubt he was actually getting THAT flustered by the Space Ghost crew. He was likely just playing up his no-nonsense demeanor. Not that Dr. Drew needs me being charitable to him; the guy is a legit wad. 

One of the best Space Ghost endings of all time. Space Ghost gets up as the show is ending and announces “well, it’s time for me to die”. He then collapses onto the floor with his eyes closed. The camera slowly zooms in on his face. Eventually his eyes pop open and Space Ghost says: “Huh. This isn't so bad”. Gosh, I hope he’s right.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #space ghost coast to coast

[espritu2com]

#Repost @dopequeenpheebs ・・・ When I was asked to interview my friend/mentor Bono at a private book party (hosted by @Bloombergdotorg) celebrating his NYT memoir “Surrender,” I thot to myself, “In my book club, we all getting half chubs,” hence me serving body-ody-ody in a Hershey’s chocolate bar 🍫 wrapping. Jokes aside, this was legit one of the best days of my life. ⠀ Like thirteen year old me would’ve geeked over the opportunity and also fluffed out her Civil Rights era banyang. Seriously, when I was younger I looked I could’ve been in what was originally the Little Rock Ten, but alas I missed it all because I overslept the night before, so Nine it was! ANYWAY! The point is sometimes you dream of and hope for and manifest certain things, but the universe has a way of surprising you with even more when you surrender to it. ⠀ To kiki with a person whose music and philanthropy has meant so much to my life was a dream come true. To hear the way he speaks of and writes about Ali, his wife of 40+ years moved me to tears. The way his band mates - Edge, Adam, & Larry - have bettered him in ways that he’s long known and ways he’s still discovering is touching without being overly sentimental. And to watch him take his passions seriously in one breath and then also take the piss out of himself the next is a masterclass in authenticity. He’s a thoroughly self-possessed person, which is probably the most beautiful thing about him. ⠀ So thanks, B, for the pleasure of your friendship, the gift of your generosity, and welcoming me deeper into the @red family by having me join the Advisory Board (I know B said Creative Council, but it’s the Advisory Board). I can’t wait to get to work and help the debilitating presence HIV/AIDS still has in this world. You, (RED), and so much more continue to make this the ride of a lifetime. So I’mma buckle up and keep dressing like some dude’s future second wife that he’s about to meet. 😂😏🤷🏾‍♀️. #FBF ⠀ Hair: @lurissaingridhair Makeup: @fatimotisadare Styling: Moi Dress: @alexperryofficial Shoes: #BottegaVeneta Earrings: @cloverpost https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl9FK2WI2iA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#repost #fbf #bottegaveneta

[whatever-dude]

"Also, on behalf of the @NHLPA and in a request from the Howe family, Marleau was presented with the stick used in Gordie Howe's final NHL game.

The stick that was displayed in the @HockeyHallFame will be replaced by a stick used by Marleau in his record-breaking game." -San Jose Sharks twitter

#san jose sharks #i havent seen this on here yet #so here you go #patrick marleau #he had me so emotional #and im not even a fan of the sharks #but i was legit tearing up watching his interviews #gordie howe #mitch marner #<-he legit looks like he could be pats kid #like you guys see it too right? #and all the messages to patrick #i could not imagine playing that many games #what a career #nhl #hockey #sharks #congratulations! #what an accomplishment

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

how did our feral son neymar become one of best co-parenting examples??? his chaotic energy shouldn’t allow this and yet here he is having the best relationship with his ex and his ex’s husband and his own son and their son. too adorable

I legit have no idea. Like hoooow. He became a dad at such a young age and Carol actually teared up during an interview when she talked about it because she said she thought when Neymar found out he wouldn't be supportive (Neymar was 18 at the time i believe) but he was so supportive when she told him and he loved his son and while he wasn't in love with Carol he loved her just as much. And when her now husband Vini came into the picture they bonded almost instantly and Vini has been nothing but supportive of Ney too, coming to all the important matches and bringing both their sons (Vini's with Carol and Neymar's with Carol) to watch Neymar play and all three of them are just so close. With either Carol or Vini hanging out with Neymar individually and never being jealous or suspicious that something might be going on. They both just love him and I love how beautiful and unexpected it all is. Neymar is our feral, dramatic, idiotic, hot tempered mess of a fav and you'd expect him not to be so mature and loving when it comes to the little family he's built for himself but he is and he's always been for 12 years and their dynamic is so healthy and honest and I just, they make me emotional.

He's our chaotic, favorite co-parent and him, Vini and Carol are very lucky to have found each other. Ot3 right there:

Some people were just meant to be family❤

#neymar #vini martinez #carol dantes #ot3 #neycarvini #psg family #neymar's family #it always makes me emotional talking about them #and how beautiful their family is #i can't help it #football ask #ask #anon

[i-need-air]

Soft married Hawks H/Cs

× he's all over the moon, ok?

× he's like about to die at the wedding because oH my god oH my god it's really happening

× does he look good in this suit? so much fidgeting with it, looks in the mirror 17 times per minute because he needs to look a m a z i n g for you

× but when he finally sees you walk down the aisle? my boy dead

× legit, his heart stopped

× congratulations, you managed to leave him speechless and we're talking about Hawks here

× he tears up

× corniest vows ever, expect cheesy puns and inside jokes

× gives you The Look™: incondicional love sprinkled with some nice imma rip that off you as soon as we're alone

× literally 0.1 seconds after you're officially declared married he's addressing to you as "My husband/wife"

× and never ever stops

× Interview/casual chat/middle of a meeting/monologue with a villain? "So my husband/wife..."

× never takes off his wedding ring

× kisses yours while looking into your eyes

× special lazy dates, loves those so much

× pick a day of the month, probably and most likely the monthiversary of your wedding; that's your day and he'll try his hardest to spend it with you and if it's not possible he will make it special somehow, believe me

× wishes to make it a weekly thing but his job won't let him have that, sadly

× fucking corny

× and a tease but that's a given

× dates consist of either being lazy together, eating junk food and absolutely enjoying the company of each other or dumb adventurous or cheesy things he's seen in those romance movies you watched together

× he'll absolutely hold his phone with your song at max volume in front of your window when it rains

× he probably went to grab some KFC and on his way back he thought it was a great idea idk

× and yes, you have a song

× and it's a meme song, I don't make the rules

× he just loves you in a sweet way but with his own humorous twist in it because he believes you have to laugh in a relationship

× also your laugh/giggle/smile/scoff-hiding-your-amusement is his life juice

× very mature in arguments, they rarely happen because he listens and genuinely likes to communicate the problem at hand

× secretive with his work but that's until the mission is over then he casually tells you everything over brunch [and talks as if he's spilling tea 👀]

× your shared house? your nest

× he will fight you with pouty faces until you give in and call it that too

× "Honey, I'm hoooome~!"

× wants children but he's kinda scared

× ok very scared but good you had the kid talk before

× if you do tell him you do want children he begins dreaming about being called Papa, so honestly just give him some time and he'll get there

× don't ask how but convinces Endeavor to be the godfather

× did i somehow mention he adores when you adress him as your husband?

× "So meet my husband–"

× instant starry eyes

× actually instant heart eyes while looking at you

× while the person you're introducing your husband to is like "Is that Beyoncé?! Hawks!?" Keigo be like:

× "Yes, nice to meet you, I'm their husband. Mhm, the man that married this beauty. [Y/N]'s other half. We're soulmates. Adress me as [Y/N]'s husb–"

× won't shut up

× let him have it though, he's so proud

× always dreamed of finding you but thought it was impossible because of his job

× Takami Keigo is a happy man

× he loves you so much

#bnha headcanons #hawks headcanons #Hawks x reader #Keigo takami #Keigo takami x reader #Bnha hawks #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Married hawks #Soft hawks #I need soft hawks today don't judge me #Noire writes #Noire headcanons

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Epilogue 2: A Queen’s Crown

A/N: I know this one is a bit short.  One more epilogue to go, and if you missed my update, it will be posted THIS WEDNESDAY at 7:30pm.  We’re ending the disaster that was 2020 with Aberdeen and Willy!

January 2023

Aberdeen Bloom was freaking the fuck out.  

Anna Wintour just walked into the room.

“Miss Bloom!  Hello,” she greeted, her signature accent filling the room as her dress swayed back and forth.  Every stylish, her boots clacked against the floor as she approached the photographer and set where Aberdeen was about to pose on a beautifully crafted, eccentrically pink upholstered couch in front of styled bookcases holding hundred-year-old editions of books.  

“Hello Ms. Wintour,” Aberdeen said as confidently as she could, shaking Anna’s hand.  Her own dress – a black, high-neck midi-length dress with sheer long sleeves and hand applied golden crystals she was styled in that morning – sparkled in the light of the room.  “It’s an honour to meet you.  Thank you for the profile.”

“It’s not every day a woman sets a record in the writing world,” Anna said.  “I would be a fool not to profile the youngest person to ever receive a Booker Prize for fiction.”

Aberdeen smiled.  Every time she heard that – the youngest person to ever receive a Booker Prize for fiction – she had to pinch herself.  She truly believed her life wasn’t real over these past few years.  Most authors dreamt of being nominated for awards.  Her first book was longlisted for the two biggest literary awards in Canada.  Her second book, published by Coach House again but then picked up by Knopf and published internationally, had won the two biggest literary awards in Canada and had just won the Booker Prize for Fiction, the most prestigious literary award in the world.  She was living in a dream world.

“And you must be the new fiancé,” Anna said, motioning over to where William was standing just out of shot, watching the photoshoot about to begin.  “Pleasure to meet you.  You must be in town to face the Rangers.”

“You as well,” William approached her to shake her hand.  “You made my fiancée’s dream come true with this profile.”

“Well considering how fashionable she’d been on the book tour,” Anna shrugged her shoulders, as if to say it was so obvious to have her in the pages of Vogue.  “I know some of the editors here kept tabs on it.  Did you employ a stylist?”

“No ma’am,” Aberdeen giggled slightly.  If Anna Wintour was about to compliment her on her style, she was going to drop dead.

“Impressive,” Anna nodded.  “Now let’s see the ring.”

Aberdeen held out her left hand.  Anna inspected the ring like a gemologist.  When William proposed with it, Aberdeen was blown away.  He’d designed it himself.  A 4 carat round diamond in a twisted halo design and pavé band.  It quite literally looked like a flower in bloom.  And for Aberdeen’s eyes only, an inscription on the inside of the band in the most delicate handwriting.  “Stunning,” she said, turning to the photographer.  “Make sure you get it.”

“Of course, Ms. Wintour.”

Anna side-stepped to inspect the set.  She took one last look at Aberdeen in her dress and high heels and perfectly waved hair and perfectly applied makeup.  Anna gave her an up-down and suddenly Aberdeen became nervous.  Anna looked towards the stylist.  “We need a crown.  Crowns.”

“Crown?  Crowns?  Multiple?”

“Her novel is titled A Queen’s Crown.  She’s the youngest woman – person – to win the Booker Prize for fiction.  Surely she should wear a crown in her photoshoot.”

“I—I’ll go into the closet,” the stylist nodded, hurrying out of the room.

Anna turned once more to Aberdeen.  “Enjoy.”

***

March 2023

“I’m not about to be murdered by Orla Bloom for not having our wedding in a Catholic Church,” William said as he stuffed pasta into his mouth at the dinner table.  

“But you’re not Catholic,” Aberdeen tried to explain to him, again.  “You don’t understand what we’ll have to go through to get married in a Catholic Church.  There are classes – like legit marriage classes we have to take.  And we have to get, like, permission from the diocese to enter into the marriage and follow a Catholic wedding forma—”

“Listen to me,” William said, interrupting her.  He grabbed her hand from across the table to calm her down.  He knew how stressed she was getting about getting married, if only because there was Toronto and Sweden and Northern Ireland and Scotland to deal with.  That didn’t even factor in hockey, making them only really able to have the wedding within a twelve-week span of the year.  That also didn’t factor in her job, which, between book tours and interviews and appearances and writing her next, also created limited time and availability for their wedding date.  But when she felt his hand wrap around hers, he saw her visibly relax.  “I love you.  We could go down to the courthouse right now to get married.  But this means a lot to Orla.  And I know you won’t say it, but I know how much this means to you, to be married in the same church you went to as a kid in Etobicoke,” he said softly.  “So we’re doing it there.  No ifs, and, or buts.  I’ll take any class I have to in order to marry you.  I’ll donate.  Give my blood.  Whatever.  We’re getting married there.”

Aberdeen couldn’t take it.  She got up from her seat and moved to sit in William’s lap.  She didn’t care that they were at the dinner table, and she didn’t care that William had to push back his chair really quickly to accommodate her.  All she wanted to do was melt into him completely.  “Thank you so much,” she whispered against his lips as she kissed him.  “I love you.  You know that, right?”

William smiled.  “I do.  And I love you too.  That’s why I gave you that ring.”

***

TALK OF THE TOWN: Booker Prize-winning and Toronto-based author Aberdeen Bloom and William Nylander (you know, of the Toronto Maple Leafs) just bought “the last lot on the Kingsway” – an old 1970s style bungalow empty for some time now.  Sources say the couple plan to tear it down (of course) and build their dream home, a Scandinavian-inspired house where Bloom will no doubt produce her next great novels.  Bloom and Nylander will be two blocks away from her former and his current boss, Brendan Shanahan, President of the Toronto Maple Leafs.  Bloom has always said in interviews that she will never leave Toronto, so it’s fitting that the girl who was born and raised in Etobicoke would buy on one of the city’s most exclusive and coveted streets.

***

May 2023

“Vogue is coming to the wedding?  Vogue?!  Like…Vogue magazine?!” Aleida asked as she fed a now two-year-old Helena sitting in a high chair.  Aberdeen smiled wryly before nodding her head.  Aleida was still dumbfounded.  “Like…Anna Wintour Vogue magazine.  That Vogue magazine.”

“That Vogue magazine,” Aberdeen nodded.  “They’re profiling it for an issue, along with my dress fitting.  And then when the house is done, they’re going to do a feature on that too.”

Aleida looked towards Bee, who was just as shocked as Aleida was.  “We need to go shopping for new dresses.”

“We definitely need to go shopping for new dresses,” Bee agreed.  “I better let Aryne know too.”

“Guys, it’s still like, two years away.  We set the date for August 23rd, 2025,” Aberdeen smiled as she reminded them.  “You will have plenty of time.  Plenty.”

“I don’t know about that.  Weddings creep up on you quick,” Bee joked.  Aberdeen completely understood where she was coming from.  Bee and Morgan were getting married in July.  William and Aberdeen were invited, of course, and would be going.  Bee spoke a lot about the planning the past few months and always gave updates whenever the girls were all together.  “I mean, I thought a year would be plenty of time for the wedding.  And it is, don’t get me wrong…but it definitely came sooner than I thought!”

“You need to get the venue sorted now before anything else,” Aleida offered.  “You’re two years out so you should honestly have your choice in place.  But I don’t think there’s any venue in this city that would turn you down.”

“We’ve already booked,” Aberdeen smiled wryly.  She was just full of surprises for the girls today.  They looked at her, waiting for a response.  “The Aria ballroom at the Four Seasons,” she revealed.

“Ooooooooooh,” both women cooed simultaneously at the revelation.  Even Helena join in on the sound.  “That will look stunning,” Aleida commented.  “I can see it now – those floor-to-ceiling windows with flowers hanging and—”

“—don’t forget the drapery over the dancefloor—” Bee offered.

“—the drapery over the dancefloor—”

“—and the centrepieces…big, tall arrangements that stretch up—”

“Ladies, ladies, ladies,” Aberdeen held her hands up gently, causing Bee and Aleida to stop momentarily.  Aberdeen paused for dramatic effect.  “We’ve gotta write all this stuff down.”

The girls smiled and wiggled in their seats excitedly.  “I’m giving you Rachel’s number,” Bee said, immediately mentioning her florist.  “Your last name’s Bloom.  There’s gotta be a shit ton of flowers at this wedding.”

***

July 2023

Aberdeen had tears in her eyes as she watched Morgan and Bee say “I do”.  William had been holding her hand throughout the entire ceremony, rubbing the back of it gently with his own thumb.  When they finally had their first kiss, it was the only point he let go so he could whistle loudly and clap and cheer.  Bee looked extraordinary in her lace dress.  Aberdeen could only imagine what would be in store for her when she went wedding dress shopping.

When the reception began, Aberdeen couldn’t help but get even more emotional.  Knowing what Bee had gone through in her life, and seeing her dance with Morgan for their first dance made some tears fall down her cheeks.  William noticed almost immediately, even though he was behind her; he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and nestled his head onto her shoulder.   “That’ll be us soon,” he whispered.

Aberdeen nodded her head.  “I know.  I’m so excited.”

“I love you so much.  I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

“And I can’t wait for you to be my husband.”

“And baby daddy.  Don’t forget baby daddy,” he joked.

Aberdeen giggled.  She knew he said that to make her laugh, because even though these were tears of joy, he didn’t like to see her cry.  “Baby daddy too,” she nodded.  “I can’t wait to have a thousand more little Nylanders running around Etobicoke.”

“We’re going to take over the world.”

***

August 23rd, 2025

Aberdeen looked at her dad as he held his arm out for her to grab.  He looked so spiffy in his suit, and every time she saw him today, he had a giant smile on his face.  It hadn’t left since their early morning wake up call to get hair and makeup done.  He’d cried when he saw her in her dress for the first time.  Now, if it was even possible, his smile was even wider.  “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked.

Aberdeen nodded, linking her arm with her father’s.  “I love you so much, dad.”

“I love you too, Aberdeen.  Every day I thank my lucky stars for you and Siena and Camden.  You’ve brought so much light to my life.”

Aberdeen’s bridesmaids had already walked out – Jacquie, Stephanie, Daniella, Kasha, and Siena as her maid of honour.  She knew Alex would be standing beside William at the front of the aisle, with Camden (now a smart-as-a-whip-16 year old) and some of his cousins there too.  The music began playing.  She took a deep breath.  The doors opened.

As she walked down the aisle with her father, she saw a lot of familiar faces.  Morgan and Bee, of course, cradling a six-month-old Andy.  Fred and Aleida, with a four-year-old Helena in the cutest little tutu-style dress.  Auston, John and Aryne, Zach and Alannah, Joe with his wife and kids, Pierre, Rasmus, Mitch and Steph, Jake, Courtney, and Luna, Justin and Audrey – so many of the Leafs.  Beth Zadakis.  Her editor from Coach House Books.  Her editor from Knopf.  Jason, Jennifer, and their four girls.  Brendan and his wife.  Her grandparents, who came in all the way from Northern Ireland.  Michael and Camilla.  Her mom.

And of course, William.  William, who was wiping tears away from his eyes.  William, who looked so dapper in his tux.  William.  

Her William.

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Beautiful Pain (8)

Chapter Eight- It Starts Today

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Post-Blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the Blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-Blip world.

Chapter synopsis: You aren’t sure how to move on from the aftermath of Latvia. Was it time for you to confront your feelings for Bucky or would you retreat back, pretending as if nothing ever happened?

Warnings: Fluffiness. Slow-burn but we're getting there! Perhaps some tear-inducing moments! 😭

Word count: 61k

Notes: Hi! I’m back after my assignment submission. Currently on a short break before an exam is due in 2 weeks. Ever since the series ended, not gonna lie I was a little unmotivated to write. However, I didn’t want to let down all those who have supported this series so far.

Hope you enjoy this chapter! 🥰 Btw, I legit bawled my eyes writing the last part! 🥲

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“I’m surprised you’re still here. Figured you would be resting at home after what had happened.” Melissa, the manager of the social service centre you work for came by your desk.

“Sorry, I took urgent leave.” Looking up from the backlog of paperwork that had accumulated, you gave a sheepish smile at how much you had to get done. Melissa leaned her weight on the side of your desk and glanced down to your tired eyes.

“It’s fine, Y/N. But I don’t know if diving back into work is really the best for you now. ” You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Pinching the bridge of your nose, your eyes opened to see Melissa looking down at you in concern.

You were grateful for her check-in. Despite your so-called Avengers status, she never treated you like you were special. You still recalled the day where you stepped into her office for an interview for an open position on her team. The shell-shocked expression she had when she recognised who had decided to show up for a job interview in her office on a Tuesday morning was priceless.

“I don’t understand. Why would you be applying for a regular job here? I would expect you to continue your superhero career?”

Melissa asked with a hint of doubt before looking through your resume. Tactical negotiation skills do seem like an asset they could really use here in social work….

“There’s no more Avengers now…. Besides, I’m tired of fighting and I’m ready to do something else. I like to believe the real heroic work lies in our community.”

Your response took Melissa by surprise, in a good way of course. There was no hint of superiority that you exuded. What she saw in front of her was a woman who seemed earnest to do good work for her community.

“Any other things you would like to add on to show how you can contribute to the team?” Melissa looked at you in a renewed light and she inwardly smiled at the sight of you deep in thought to find an interesting response like any other nervous interviewee.

“I’m basically a human heater. I could step up to help if the electrical heater is not working in the winter?” The expression you had on your face after giving your reply made Melissa chuckled out loud. You inwardly cringed at your seemingly lame response but eased up when you see Melissa breaking out into a laugh.

“Perfect. Welcome to the team, Y/N.” Melissa extended her hand towards you and yours eagerly reached out to return the gesture.

Working with the social service centre here in New York had been great. You had finally found renewed passion in your life after the events of the Blip and the loss of your friends.

Everyone at the office made up a close-knitted family-like working environment and it was an added bonus that Melissa was an amazing boss too and became an unexpected confidant of yours. You felt like you finally found your place once again.

“Work keeps my mind busy. I much rather be busy than being left alone to my thoughts.” You were referring to your own overthinking with the whole Bucky situation. It had only been a few days since you returned back from Latvia, but it felt painfully long.

Melissa looked over you once more in concern. She knew that you were more than willing to share your thoughts openly with her as you two have established a close friendship outside of work for the past few months. However, she knew that they were still some things that you kept to yourself in private.

While you always maintained an optimistic front, she knew that you were only human and susceptible to darker and deeper emotions especially after all you had been through.

“Hey, Joey is making a coffee run at that new coffee place around the block. They’re having a 1 for 1 coffee deal today. You want your usual?” Nodding gratefully, Melissa gave your shoulder a light squeeze before moving off.

You swivelled your office chair back to face your laptop. The words on the screen didn’t seem to focus as your mind was clouded with the recollection of what had happened after witnessing John did the unthinkable.

What he did back in Latvia had become international news the very same day, the amount of scrutiny and support for him were head-to-head on the internet. The news on television ever since you returned home had been covering it day and night. As you recalled back the order of events that happened back in Latvia, you could feel an invisible weight in your mind and heart.

Sam and Bucky went to find John while you tried to manage the aftermath of everything that had happened. You helped to settle things with Lemar and assisted in the reports that had to be accounted back to the authorities back in the states.

When Sam and Bucky returned back to find you, they filled you in on what happened and you learnt that they had to forcibly take back the shield from John. It was too dangerous to even let John have the shield anymore, given what he had done to Nico. You were sure that it must not have been an easy fight as you recalled the bruises on each man’s face.

The three of you had another meeting once everything was settled. You were disgruntled to learn that Karli and her group were once again on the run and you were all sure that she would now make sure that she’s impossible to be found.

Looking back and forth between your two boys who found themselves at a standstill, you quietly figured that this was the end of the mission regarding Karli. Even if it was for a brief moment, you felt happy to have worked with them. It almost felt like a sense of normalcy as you worked as a team again.

The reality was that you knew Sam and Bucky still had a strict working relationship and you ever wondered if there was a chance for all three of you to work together again as the Avengers. Preparing yourself for the disappointment, you silently watched as your boys exchanged silent looks once more.

“I guess this is goodbye.” You first spoke up amidst the silence. Both men looked up in surprise when you decided to voice out the reality of the situation. You walked over to Sam to give him a goodbye hug and lingered for a moment as he gave you a couple of pats on your back.

“You take care, alright? You know you can reach out to me anytime.” Sam assured you to which you returned a grateful smile.

“Of course, see you soon hopefully.”

As you pulled away from Sam, you turned to see Bucky standing with an unreadable expression on his face. Walking gingerly towards him, you wiped off the non-existent palm sweat on the side of your pants as your heartbeat started to pick up.

“Hey.” It was just one word but you felt yourself choking to utter it out. You weren’t sure how to face Bucky especially from whatever happened back with Karli.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to address the elephant in the room but you figured that you could brush it under the rug if it didn’t seem like Bucky was intending to talk about it too. There was a brief awkward silence before you decided to break it.

“I know you still have unfinished business” Bucky’s eyes glanced off to the side and then to the ground before they met yours. Bucky was not surprised that you understood him so well. Yes, he had unfinished business with Zemo and he needed to follow through with it.

However, he also wanted to badly talk things out with you. Many revelations had come to light unexpectedly from one event to another and he wanted clarity.

“You wanna come?” Giving a brief smile at his invite, you considered it for a brief second. After everything that happened from Germany to Madripoor and to Latvia, you believed you needed to take a step back.

You would have never thought that your deep-seated feelings for Bucky would ever come to light, and it was in the worst-case scenario imagined.

What should have been a private and intimate revelation had turned out otherwise. Karli had inadvertently outed you and you were forced to confront your feelings for Bucky before you were even ready.

As much you wanted to talk things out with Bucky, it was not the right timing. Not with Zemo still out there roaming freely. Unfortunately, work needed to come first in this situation and you had to let it take priority over your heart.

Immediately as you shook your head, you could see the puzzled expression painted on Bucky’s face. He did not expect your response as he figured you would have been more than willing to accompany him.

“You don’t need me, Buck.” You were wrong, Bucky thought. Yes, he could handle Zemo on his own but he wanted nothing more than to have you by his side especially since he had learnt of your deeper feelings for him. He didn’t want to let you leave just yet.

Wrapping your arms behind his neck, you pulled Bucky slightly down in an embrace before placing a short peck on his lips. “See you around, Buck.”

“Change of plans, Sam. Mind if I head back with you?” Seeing you turning your back to walk back to Sam, Bucky could feel a sense of disappointment and hurt washing over him. Tuning out Torres’ comments, Bucky stalked out of the door.

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It was not difficult to figure out where Zemo would have escaped to. As the memorial statue to commemorate those who had fallen in the events of Ultron came into sight, Bucky’s fingers clenched tighter around the gun he had been holding.

“I thought you would be here sooner. Don’t worry, I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you-” Zemo could see Bucky in his peripheral line of sight.

“Imagine my relief.” Bucky returned sarcastically. Zemo turned to meet Bucky before he continued to speak.

“Or your pretty friend.” A small smirk formed on Zemo’s face as he sees Bucky clicked the gun in his hand with a hardened look.

“You touch her and I would end you right here.” It was almost satisfying to get a rile out of Bucky and Zemo knew you were his weak point.

He scoffed at how it was clear as day to everyone that you two had something deeper beyond friendship or camaraderie. And yet, the two of you chose to never address it.

Zemo then went on to talk about how Karli was beyond redemption and that warning Sam had been a futile attempt. He believed Bucky had the will to actually do what’s necessary, given that he was indeed programmed to kill.

Bucky was seething with silent rage. He was not a killer anymore. Zemo’s mere insinuation only served to remind him how people never changed their perspective on him. Bucky responded that he would figure out a way that didn’t pander to Zemo’s drastic methods.

Raising his right arm, the gun was pointed towards Zemo. The rush of emotions overcame Bucky as he thought about how Zemo made his life hell, accusing him of a crime he didn’t commit.

Despite some truths to his words, Zemo was relentless and pragmatic in achieving his goals and he was deemed too dangerous to be left unattended.

Gripping the gun tightly, Bucky cocked back the trigger and let it go. Zemo accepted his fate, knowing he had done Bucky wrong. The sound that followed next was not as deafening as the silence that followed next. Zemo then realised Bucky had indeed managed to move on from his past and did not succumb to his darker desires to kill him.

Bucky watched on as the Dora Milajae came to escort Zemo, with plans to take him to the raft where he would face imprisonment for the rest of his life.

Ayo came up to Bucky’s and advised him that it would be best if he avoids coming back to Wakanda for the time being. Bucky agreed that it was fair.

“Give my regards to Y/N.” Bucky nodded once more at Ayo’s words, however, the masked expression on his face did not go unnoticed by the Dora Milajae’s second in command.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, uhm-nothing. It’s fine.” Ayo gave Bucky a knowing glance before bidding him goodbye.

“Hey, I might have another favour to ask of you.”

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Sam: How have you been doing?

Y/N: Alright…I’m busy with work. :)

Sam: Have you spoken with Bucky?

Y/N: Not really, I know he’s probably finishing up business in Sokovia.

Sam: Shouldn’t he be back home by now?

Y/N: To be honest, I’m not sure. I haven’t reached out and he didn’t contact me either.

Sam: Hey, are you alright?

Y/N: Honestly….no…I thought I could distract myself with work but my mind has never been rested ever since Latvia.

Y/N: I don’t know how to face him after what went down. Just wanna bury me in a deep hole or maybe get snapped again. Hmmm….

Sam: Girl, have you gone mad?

Y/N: Maybe

Sam: Hey, why not come over to my place for the weekend? You can finally meet Sarah and the boys.

Y/N: Oh no, Sam. I could never intrude.

Sam: What are you talking about? I invited you!

Y/N: ……….

Sam: Come on! Hey, you ever been on a fishing boat before?

Y/N: Not that I could recall of….

Sam: Then that’s perfect! Come check out my family’s boat, although it’s not in the best shape. Been trying to spruce it up and get it back to its former glory….

Y/N: Alright, dad.

Sam: Hey, watch your manners.

Y/N: HAHAHA ;) See you soon!

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You were pumped to head down to Sam’s hometown for the weekend. It was long overdue after hearing about them so much.

Adjusting the strap of your duffle bag, you gingerly walked to the front door and gave a few knocks. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears, you fidgeted on your toes, hoping that you would be able to make a good first impression.

When the door opened, your eyes first looked to see no one until you averted them down. You saw a young boy with glasses looking up at you with curious eyes. Mustering your best smile, you let out a warm greeting. “Hi!”

“Who’s that AJ?” You heard a woman’s voice calling after the boy in front of you.

“Mum, there’s an Avenger at the door!” The boy hollered back before running back into the house. You weren’t sure what to do next so you remained where you stood. Within a matter of seconds, the woman you had heard about so much appeared right in front of your sight.

“Oh, hi! You must be Y/N.”

“Er-yes, I am!” You returned enthusiastically and Sarah, as she introduced herself ushered you into the door. Your eyes roamed around the homey and cosy décor that filled the Wilson home.

“I didn’t expect you to show up so early! Have you eaten?” Nodding in response, Sarah pointed out to where you could put your bag down and went back to hustling in the kitchen. You told her you already had a quick bite before coming over and she looked at you with a pleasing smile.

“Sam’s actually at the dock right now,” Sarah informed you and you blanched at the thought of being by yourself without Sam to be a buffer for your first meeting with his family. However, your worries were for nothing as Sarah welcomed you warmly.

“Don’t worry, you can join me, I’m heading over too.” Her friendly demeanour eased your initial nervousness and you nodded eagerly in response.

As you and Sarah made your way over to the docks, the two of you fell into easy conversation. You learnt from her that she was struggling to keep the family business afloat and how they couldn’t even manage to get a loan from the bank.

Nevertheless, Sam was determined and managed to call in favours from their close-knitted community to chip in some help. A sudden wave of guilt washed over you when you realised that Sam had been facing real problems of his own and that you weren’t aware of it to help.

You had wished that you had been a better friend. Being the kind soul she was, Sarah dismissed your negative thoughts and reassured you that it was alright. From what Sam had spoken of you, she was eager to meet you herself.

“Sam says you always have his back when you are all out there in all the action.”

“Of course, we are a team. Sam’s a great person so it’s not hard to be there for him when he needs it.” Hearing your answer had Sarah throw a grateful smile your way. She was glad that Sam had someone he could trust while he’s out fighting the threats of the world.

As you two approached a medium-sized boat, you could make out the figure of Sam from a distance. You were excited to run up to greet him but it was the second figure on the boat that you stopped in your tracks.

A high-pitch whistle suddenly burst into your eardrums and you realised one of the pipes from the boat was loose. You saw Bucky heading down to help Sam and you gulped nervously as you continued to watch the scene happening in front of you.

You were definitely not expecting to see Bucky here in Louisiana. Why was he even here? Your eyes moved to see Sarah moving closer to where the men stood and Bucky introduced himself with a charming smile.

Sarah returned his greeting politely and looked over to Sam. “Hey, Sam! Look who I brought.”

Back turned, you were hoping to escape unnoticed, yet you were too slow as you heard Sam calling out for you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Slowly turning your back, you were greeted by the sight of Sam and Bucky looking with equally confused expressions on their faces.

Not knowing what to say, your eyes blinked far more than times than normal as you tried to straighten up and looked convincing. “Toilet?” You muttered out hesitantly. Sam was not convinced at all as one of his brows was raised in question.

“You came all the way to my hometown, the least you could do is say hi first.” Grimacing and giving a sorry look, you made your way to the boat and Sam helped you down.

“Hey, Sam. Thanks for inviting me.” You spoke as you gave him a hug in greeting. Bucky was surprised, to say the least. He was only stopping by to drop a package for Sam but he never expected to see you here.

He had trouble reaching out to you, crafting messages every other hour and deleting them before deciding to not contact you at all. He was wondering if you were still mad at him from when he last saw you in Latvia.

“Wait, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Sam invited me to come to stay with his family for the weekend, like a getaway.” Meeting Bucky’s bright eyes always did something to your guts. Your breath hitched at how he could so simply beautiful with the sea view set against his back.

“Or more like I want to introduce you to my family and planned a surprise proposal so that we can be engaged by the end of the week.” Sam’s arm landed with a slight thud around your shoulders. You turned to see him wiggling his brows and donning a mischievous smile.

Eyes widening once you processed his words, you can’t help a chuckle as you knew that Sam was trying to crack a witty joke to mess with Bucky. Bucky looked like he was about to actually combust and kill Sam with his fiercest glare.

“Oh Sam, what a way to ruin the surprise. I expected you to be more romantic.” You quipped back to play along to his shenanigans. Sam ruffled your hair endearingly before looking to Bucky who didn’t seem one bit amused.

“Woah, I’m just kidding. Would you look at his face? Man, I got you good.” A wide smile broke out on Sam’s face before he started cackling.

“That’s not funny.” Buck look to the side and gave out a short sigh of relief. He looked back at you with an unreadable expression. Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, Sam believed it was time to leave you two alone.

“Remember to thank me later,” Sam whispered into your ear before giving you a pat on your shoulder. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him walking off to the other end of the boat.

Bucky still continued to stand at his spot and you took the first step towards him. He was still silent and giving you an infamous brooding stare. Bringing two fingers to the corner of his lips, you gently lifted each side up to force Bucky into a smile.

“You are going to look physically 106 for real if you continue to frown like that.” You teased Bucky in hopes that he could ease up.

“Blame Sam.” He huffed like a little child who got nagged by his mother.

“Sam was just joking. You know that.” You removed your fingers from his cheeks and Bucky immediately missed the touch that you gave.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Give me a smile.” Seeing your doe eyes looking at him adorably, Bucky felt his icy exterior melting. Pretending to clear his throat, he looked to the side before facing you with a tight but warm smile. His smile widened when he saw you returning a big grin.

For a moment, it didn’t feel like what happened in Latvia had crossed both of your minds. It was just back to the way things had been before. It was safe and comfortable. But was it what you really wanted?

Were you just going to ignore your feelings for Bucky forever?

“Are you two continuing to get lost in each other’s eyes?” Sam’s holler snapped you and Bucky out of your moment. The two of you awkwardly shifted before heading over to where Sam was. You both offered to help Sam on his family boat to speed things up.

It was a truly therapeutic afternoon for all three of you. Free from the world fighting and just hanging out as a bunch of friends (more so of your thought than the boys). The entire time, Bucky was subtlety (or not) flexing his strength as he took charge of most of the heavy work.

You could see the impressive looks from some of the community members that walked past and you smirked at how Bucky was trying his best to look unbothered from the attention.

“My welding machine is broken when I managed to find it, sorry Sam.” One of the elders stopped by the boat to tell Sam and he reassured that it was fine. However, you could still see his worried expression.

“I guess it’s time for me to step up.” You exclaimed while putting down the sanding paper in your hands. You asked Sam to guide you to what needed to be welded together. Extending two fingers together to mimic a gun, you gathered flame-like energy and started to weld the pieces of metal together like it was nothing.

You didn’t realise you had attracted a small crowd as everyone gathered to see the woman who was shooting fire out of her fingertips. “That’s so cool!” A young boy yelled in excitement as he jumped up and down.

Once you’re done, you looked to see the several kids clapping fervently. You gave your best smile and threw in a two-finger salute their way.

“Seems like you have fans now,” Bucky remarked to which you smirked coyly. “What are you talking about? I always have fans.”

After everything was done for the day, Sam brought you all some cold beer to end things right. Clinking your bottles, you took a seat beside Sam as Bucky talked about how he needed to get a hotel for the night before catching his flight out tomorrow.

As he spoke, he looked over to you with an expecting look before he took another gulp of beer. Sam scoffed before convincing Bucky to stay for the night with his family. Bucky still awkwardly shifted as he tried to decline the offer.

You felt a slight jab in your waist and turned to see Sam nodding over to Bucky.

“Come on Bucky, I’m also imposing here too. Don’t leave me by myself.” Just when Bucky was sure that he would flat out refuse Sam, your words managed to bring him back. He chuckled at you giving a sad puppy look before he admitted defeat.

As the three of you returned to Sam’s house, you all washed up and got ready for dinner that Sarah prepared. You offered to help despite her insistence that you’re a guest. It was such a nice peaceful moment when all of you squeezed around the now seemingly small table now that you and Bucky joined in.

Nevertheless, dinner went well and the conversations were great. AJ and Cass heard from the kids in the neighbourhood about what you did and asked you to do a little demonstration before they got silenced by their mother.

“Are you like Uncle Sam’s girlfriend?” You choked on the water that you had just drunk and Sam who was beside you helped to pat your back down.

All attention went to little AJ who looked very serious in having his question answered. All the adults at the table didn’t know whether to laugh or panic at his seemingly innocent query.

Sarah handed you a napkin to wipe your face and you smiled gratefully. Bucky was experiencing a gnawing feeling. Sure, it was a kid asking an innocent question but it bothered him more than it should. His eyes averted to where you sat and he saw how you were trying to come up with a response.

“What makes you think so, kid?” Sam quipped in before extending an arm out to wrap around your shoulders. The spoon in Bucky’s hand was on the verge of being bent into half.

“I don’t know. You never bring a girl home.” AJ’s reasoning had you giggling at his adorable nature.

“Well, how about it babe? Should we tell them?” Sam looked at you with a smug look. You turned to see Bucky trying to look neutral but you knew his irritated look when you saw one.

“Sam….” You spoke in a warning tone before he snickered. Sam threw his hands up in defeat before turning back to his nephew to explain.

“Y/N’s a friend, she’s like a buddy to me.” Sam ruffled your hair before giving a pat on your head.

“You have someone you like, Auntie Y/N? Can I call you auntie?” Cass chimed into the conversation and your facial expression betrayed you before you couldn’t even pretend.

You sent a fleeting glance to a person with bright cerulean eyes before you cleared your throat and nodded to Cass.

“It’s a secret.” You spoke with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Finger raising up to your lips, you let out a small spark of energy which wowed the two young boys. You threw in an extra wink before you all resumed dinner.

The spoon in Bucky's hand was saved from being rendered useless. Letting out a relieved sigh, Bucky's heart started to pick up again as he thought about your response.

When would he able to catch you at the right time to talk?

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AJ shared his room with his mum while Sam bunked in with Cass for the night. You took Sam’s room while Bucky took the couch downstairs. Sleep didn’t come easy for you that night and you decided to make your way down.

Once you were on the last step, you could see Bucky stretched out on the small couch. You made sure to be as quiet as possible before going to get a glass of water. Once you had your drink, you walked over and stopped a few feet short of where Bucky was.

The moonlight from the window added a beautiful glow onto him and you smiled at how he had a peaceful expression on his face as he slept.

Taking silent steps, you kneeled down near to where his head was. Seeing how he was letting out soft breaths, you believed that he was deep in a peaceful slumber.

You couldn't stop yourself from reaching out to brush the tips of his hair before sliding your fingers to stroke the apple of his cheeks. You smiled to yourself looking at the endearing sight in front of you.

Figuring you didn't want to stay on acting like a creep, you stood up and tucked yourself further into the warmth of your woolly cardigan.

You tiptoed to the front door and walked out to the lake by the Wilson house.

Breathing in the fresh air, you took in the beautiful night view and admired how the moon was reflected on the lake.

“Y/N.” Your eyes were closed and you wondered if you were hearing things. When your name was called a second time, you realised it wasn't just imagination anymore.

Letting out a shaky breath, you turned to see Bucky walking towards you with a nervous look. It dawned upon you that the inevitable moment had arrived. Now that you both had a temporary moment of peace from the non-stop fighting, you figured it was time to have the talk.

Standing face to face with Bucky, your gaze concentrated on the space beyond his shoulders. You weren’t sure how to face him in the eye yet.

It felt like minutes had passed before Bucky gathered up the courage to speak first. His hands were in his pockets as he looked down on the ground awkwardly.

“Did you mean everything? Every word you said to Karli back in Latvia.” Your eyes fluttered shut before looking back to see his intense blues peering back at you.

“Why would I lie?” You answered back in a whisper. Bucky nodded in understanding before continuing. “When did it start?”

“Remember Romania? We were at the farmer’s market and you were intensely deciding between the plums or tangerines. The poor owner thought you were getting pissed at him or something.”

“That’s what did it for you?” Bucky looked confused at your explanation. He thought it would have been some sentimental or romantic moment that you had realized your feelings for him.

“It’s cute. You’re cute.” You justified yourself nervously, murmuring the last part softly.

“Your definition of cute is weird.” He mumbled bashfully as he looked down to the ground in embarrassment. Shrugging your shoulders, you started to feel shy yourself.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” You let out a hum and thought deeply before speaking.

“I didn’t want to give you something to worry about when you’re still unpacking from the Blip, Steve leaving and your pardon. I also know you had your amends….didnot felt like it was the right time. Never felt like there was ever a right time with all the crazy things happening around us.”

“To be honest Bucky, it might have been hard for me but I would have been okay to not say anything at all. Sometimes loving someone doesn’t mean you have to be with them. True love is when you just want that person to be happy.” When you realised you had used the word love, you bit your lips as if to hold your tongue.

You slapped a hand to your lips before turning your back on Bucky, grimacing at the fact that you went that far in your explanation.

Bucky felt an emotion that was indescribable in words as he processed what you had just said. He then realised that you had always been selfless for him even it meant that you disregarded yourself in the process. How could he ever deserve someone like you?

Placing his hands on your shoulder to turn you back, Bucky was a little surprised to find you tearing up. You quickly wiped them away and averted your eyes away from him. Cradling your face gently in both his hands, Bucky gently wiped away a few more tears that cascaded down.

He didn’t want to see you cry anymore. He realised seeing you like this has brought him greater pain than he could have imagined.

He was at a loss for words but Bucky knew what he wanted to do next. He leaned down to place his lips gently on yours and your hands went to rest on the spot where his neck and shoulders meet.

Bucky hummed when he felt you returning the kiss and slid his vibranium hand down to your waist to pull you closer. Putting all his feelings into the kiss, Bucky wanted to let you know what he truly felt.

He slanted his mouth to deepen the kiss. You let out a soft gasp at the surprise but it was not unwelcome. You had always imagined what it would be like to finally kiss him and it was even better than you had imagined. Your arms snaked behind his neck to pull him down while his hands roamed around your back to feel you closer.

The two of you eventually pulled away for a little air after kissing for what it seems like forever. Bucky’s thumb swiped your swollen lips before learning it for another kiss once more. “I don’t deserve you.” He muttered through his breath.

“Don’t ever say that. Stop thinking of yourself as being unloveable. Know that you're the most precious thing to me. I will go through hell and back for you, always.” You confessed with an absolute resolve before turning shy. Your eyes moved to your hands smoothing down the material of his shirt.

Hearing your confession made Bucky the happiest and luckiest man in the world. How was he able to find someone like you who loved him despite everything he was and had done.

There used to be someone like that for him. Yet, in the end, he left Bucky alone in this world. Looking down at how you were shyly avoiding his gaze, Bucky's heart tightened in a good way.

He kissed the crown of your head before pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug as if he didn’t believe this moment wasn’t real and didn’t want to let go.

Once you two pull apart, his arms were still wrapped around your waist while you held his arms. "I love you so much, doll. You're the best thing that's ever happened."

Looking up to meet Bucky's eyes with renewed confidence, you never want him to doubt your feelings for him. He had gone through so much and you just wanted to never make him feel like he's alone.

"I will always be here for you, Bucky. You are my person to love and protect for as long as I live."

Your words were simple yet they were backed by such powerful and sincere emotions. Before he knew it, tears started to well up in his eyes.

Bucky started sniffing as tears started falling down his cheeks uncontrollably.

You were surprised at the sudden turn of events and you went to wipe his tears away with your fingers.

You found yourself joining him in crying as well but you knew that they were happy tears. Bucky brought his forehead to rest on yours as the two of you both cried silently.

"You're my only person. I will love you forever." Bucky spoke quietly before he leaned in for another kiss.

The two of you didn't want to let the other go that night. Bucky suggested for him to crash Sam's room but you were sure that your friend would throw a fit the next day.

You tried to control the volume of your giggles as you squeezed to fit into the too-small couch for two. Both of your limbs were tangled messily and you both embraced each other tightly to prevent yourselves from falling down.

The rest of the night ended in endless exchanges of smiles, eskimo and deep kisses. Both you and Bucky had finally found a home in each other.

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The next morning

The sunlight shone throughout the whole room and you were reluctant to open your eyes. You felt Bucky stirring behind you as he tightened his hold on your waist.

"Oh heck no, did you two dirty my couch? I didn't give up my bed for you to snuggle with grandpa here, Y/N!" A sheepish grin formed on your face before you opened your eyes to see Sam standing with his arms crossed and a mocked disapproval on his face.

"Auntie Y/N likes Uncle Bucky!" AJ exclaimed aloud as he and his brother stepped into the living room.

You felt Bucky's chest rumbled slightly behind your back and you knew that he was amused to have riled Sam early in the morning. Pulling up the thin blanket over your head as if it could save you from embarrassment, Sam continued to go on his rant.

"Morning, my love." You turned to see Bucky looking at you fondly before leaning down to kiss the top of your brow.

Today is only the start of your forever.

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"Wolves are known to follow one female wolf until death."

- Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

P.S This is my all-time favourite kdrama. Check it out if you haven't! I find that the male lead has many similar qualities I see in Bucky and what a coincidence that he is also known as a wolf in the show just like our white wolf here.

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i knew you (Bucky Barnes soulmate AU) -- part two

Y’all are about to make me turn this into a long/full-length fic. I swear. Thank you for the feedback!! It made me all :D Enjoy this angst xx.

For the next few weeks, you would meet Steve at the coffee shop after class just to talk about Bucky. Your best friend joked that you must be dating someone, but left it alone when you told her she wouldn’t believe who you were with if you told her anyway.

Day after day, Steve brings some new story about his best friend. Last week, he brought you the sketches he found that Bucky made him draw. He said he has no idea how they survived, but by the yellow tint of the paper, you knew they were legit.

As was the letter Steve handed you a few days ago.

The paper is yellow. The ink faded. The creases permanent. 

And the handwriting. It’s Bucky’s.

You’ve yet to read the letter. You tried. You opened it. You got as far as “Doll, if you’re reading this, that means Steve kept his promise. I’m sorry I can’t be there--” before the tears made it too hard to read anything.

The letter sits on your dresser and every morning you hold it against your chest, pressing it over your heart. As stupid as it sounds, you can almost feel him standing behind you when you do.

How painful it is to love and miss someone that you have never met.

The emptiness is present most days, but today it is especially prevalent, and you can’t pinpoint why.

You dreamt of him last night. Sometimes you feel especially empty after seeing him, mainly because when you wake it’s a painful reminder that he isn’t here. But something about today feels different.

“You okay?”

The voice makes you jump, but it’s only your best friend. Her eyebrows furrow in concern at your reaction.

“Yeah,” you murmur, slowly placing the letter back on your dresser. 

“You know,” she pauses, walking further into your room. “You told me I wouldn’t believe it if you told me. But I’d still like to know.”

You smile, looking at her in the mirror. “You sure?”

“You’ve been acting strange for weeks now,” she chuckles. “I’d like to know why. I’m your best friend.”

“Okay,” you exhale. You turn around, gesturing to your bed. The two of you sit next to one another, and you hold a pillow to your chest for comfort. “It’s Steve.”

“Steve? Steve who?”

“Steve Rogers,” you say, watching the realization dawn. “Captain America.”

“You’re serious?”

You nod.

“Are you guys dating?”

“No,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Nothing like that. He’s...We’ve been talking about Bucky.”

“Bucky? Barnes?”

“Yeah,” you nod again. This time, you stand and grab the letter from your dresser, returning to your bed with it in your hands. “Bucky is my soulmate.”

Your best friend’s eyes go wide. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” you hand her the letter. “I haven’t read it yet, but Steve gave it to me. Apparently Bucky dreamt about me, too. Tried to find me and couldn’t, but he gave Steve this letter before he was deployed in the war. He made Steve promise he’d find me, and well…”

“Holy hell,” she murmurs, staring down at the handwriting. “To Y/N, from Bucky,” she shakes her head. “I can’t believe it.”

“Me either,” you admit.

“Is this why you were so emotional that day?” She asks, looking up at you. “Gosh, Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” She pulls you into her arms, the letter resting on the bed between you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was delusional,” you confess, holding her just as tight. “I’ve had to be careful. No one outside of my parents knew before Steve figured it out.” 

Your best friend pushes back from the hug. “Wait. How did he figure it out?”

“He saw me standing in front of the video of him and Bucky at the museum,” you explain. “He said I looked familiar, and he was right. Bucky used to have him sketch me so he could have a picture of me to look at.”

You lean back and reach under your pillow, pulling out one of the many sketches Steve gave you. Your best friend takes it in her hands, one coming up to cover her mouth in a shocked gasp.

“Dated 1940,” she says softly. “Wow. It really looks like you.”

You nod. She’s right. Even you were a little shocked upon seeing the first sketch. Aside from the hairstyle being a little traditionally 40s, everything else was really close. Enough that it couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else, that’s for sure.

“So Steve tells you about Bucky?” 

You nod some more. “I didn’t think he would. I’m surprised he does, honestly. I can’t imagine how he must feel being thrown 70 years into the future without his best friend -- or anyone. He still visits Peggy in her nursing home, you know.” You smile softly. “They’re soulmates.”

“They are?” Your best friend gasps. “That’s so sweet.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “But he’s told me a lot about Bucky. Every time I think he’s told me everything, he comes back with a new story. And every day I swear I fall more in love with Bucky. It’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not,” your best friend shakes her head. “I’m sorry he’s not here.”

“Me too,” you murmur. “I miss him.”

“I know,” she replies, a sad smile crossing her lips. “Are you gonna be okay at your interview?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I have to go. I need this job.”

“Okay,” she says. “When was the last time you got to talk about Bucky?”

“Oh, it’s been a few days. Steve’s been busy, probably, but it’s alright. We’ve talked about him every day for the past two weeks. I can manage a few more days without him. Now, get out. I need to get dressed,” you tease, shoving her off your best.

“Yes ma’am,” she laughs. “We meeting for lunch after?”

“Yep,” you nod, heading for your closet. “I’ll let you know where after the interview. Not sure if I’ll need comfort food or not.”

“Gotcha,” she shakes her head.

+++

The interview went...okay. You’re not sure which way it’ll swing, but you’re hoping it’ll be in your favor.

“Hey girl,” your best friend’s eager voice greets you. “How’d it go?”

“Good, I think,” you laugh, straightening your purse on your shoulder. “Still wanna do lunch?”

“Duh,” she replies. “Where?”

But instead of answering her question, your eyes are caught on something else. Smoke. The smell hit you when you first walked out of the building, but you just assumed someone had been smoking. Now that you see the large cloud in the sky, you think otherwise.

“Y/N?”

“Uh, where are you?”

“Still at the apartment, why?”

“Stay there,” you say quietly, quickening your pace. “Cancel lunch. Stay inside.”

“What?”

“Just trust me!” You nearly yell, cursing yourself for wearing heels, but you’re breaking into a run nonetheless. “Turn on the news.”

“Okay, okay,” she replies frantically. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” you rush out. You skid to a stop at the intersection. “I don’t know what’s wrong but...I can feel him.”

“What? Bucky’s dead, Y/N.”

“I know that. I know he is. But I can...I can feel him. I don’t know why. Something’s wrong. Really wrong.”

“Then get the hell out of there!” Your best friend screams. “Call the police!”

An explosion booms in the distance. Something in your chest pulls you toward it. Logically, you know you can’t run after it, but your legs have a mind of their own.

“Y/N! What are you doing?!”

“I have to see!” You scream. “I’m sorry! I have to!”

“Y/N, it’s not him! He’s not there!”

“I just have to make sure!”

About that time is when another explosion rattles the ground below you. You now recognize the other noises as rapid gunfire, an automatic weapon. Screams echo in the distance but all you hear is your soul screaming at you. It’s Bucky, it tells you. It has to be Bucky.

“Y/N, listen to me!” Still, your best friend tries to get you to turn back. “What’s on the news isn’t pretty. Cars turned over and people running. The police haven’t even arrived to contain it yet. Think about what you’re doing!”

“I am,” is all you can say. “I won’t get too close. I just have to see.”

“Y/N!” 

“I’m sorry!” You scream back, right as the line goes dead. Damn service must be down.

Shaking it off, you keep running. While everyone is running away from the danger, passing you with wild looks in their eyes, you run toward it with tears streaming down your face. 

It’s him. It has to be. I don’t know how. But it is. It just is.

Up ahead, you can see a fight going on. And it’s... 

It’s Steve?

Your steps slow when you see his shield thrown into a car with such force that it terrifies you and almost makes you turn back. The crunch of metal on metal causes you to flinch, but you don’t turn away.

But you don’t. You watch the scene unfold before you. It’s hard to tell who has the upper hand. Steve or...the guy with the metal arm? That alone confuses you to no end. What kind of person has a metal arm?

You watch for a few more frightening seconds. The one with the metal arm brings out a knife. As you get closer, you notice he has a mask on over his nose and mouth. You’re not close enough to see, but...

Steve finally gains the upper hand, landing a few punches and kicks on his opponent. You gasp when Steve sends him flying, doing a somersault in midair.

You slow to a walk as you get as close as you’ll let yourself. Steve stands, shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his breaths. His opponent turns, his long hair swinging around his face, and all of the air around you seems to disappear.

“Bucky?” You whisper.

Bucky says something you don’t hear before raising his gun at Steve. You shout, “No!” before you can stop yourself, breaking into another sprint before you can think twice about what you’re doing. You don’t know what’s happening but you know that’s Bucky.

Something bird-like -- or someone, rather -- swoops down from the sky, knocking Bucky to the ground before he can shoot. Steve turns, sees you running, and yells something at you that you don’t process. You imagine he’s telling you to stop but that’s the last thing you want to do right now.

“Bucky!” You scream, voice full of hysteria and pain. 

Bucky hesitates, eyes locking on yours. You know he’s just tried to kill Steve, you know something is wrong, but you just want to hug him--

Steve catches you in his arms before you can get too far, saving you from being in the crossfire of a grenade that is shot right at Bucky by a redhead. You yell a broken sob that rips you open, fighting against Steve’s grip, but to no avail. You’re no match for his strength, and your emotions have rendered you weak.

The smoke clears and Bucky is gone, vanished into thin air. As if he was never there. 

Just like your dreams.

“Shhh,” Steve murmurs, arms not loosening around your body. Your knees buckle and he’s there to hold you up. “It’s okay. I know.”

“Bucky…” You whisper, face contorting in pain and you scream, a blistering heat spreading through your chest. Steve holds you tight, jaw clenching as he listens to you.

Sirens wail down the road, getting closer, but all you can see are Bucky’s eyes. They’re his eyes, but they’re not the same. That was Bucky, but he wasn’t your Bucky. The one who keeps you company during the night-- It wasn’t right. It wasn’t him.

But it was his face.

What happens next you hardly remember. Guns pointed all around. Someone screaming at all of you to get on your knees. Handcuffs circle your wrists and your heart is split in half. Someone asks who the hell you are. No one answers.

You’re ushered to the back of a van, all four of you. You’re shoved in next to Steve and across from the Wingman and the redhead. Steve’s worried eyes look you over, but you can only stare down at your cuffed hands.

The ride is quiet. The guards beside you don’t move.

“Bucky,” you whisper, tears springing back to your eyes.

“I know,” Steve murmurs. “It was him.”

The ringing in your ears takes over, blocking out all other noise. You see everyone’s lips moving, but nothing registers. You’re too heartbroken. He’s alive. But he’s not...him.

+++

When you finally return to reality you’re sitting up against a concrete wall. The cuffs are gone, but you don’t remember when. You don’t even know where the hell you are.

You kick your heels off, too out of it to even care that the floor is probably dirty and full of who knows what kind of germs. But your entire body aches too much for that to bother you.

Bucky.

He looked right at you. He hesitated. Who was he?

You hear voices in the room next to you. Footsteps. Then Steve is kneeling in front of you.

You blink slowly, focusing on his face. His smile is sad.

“How you holding up?”

You shake your head.

Steve sighs, moving to sit down in front of you. Your eyes look to your hands instead.

“We’ve got a safe house set up,” he says. “We’ve already sent agents to get your roommate and some of your things. You need to stay there until we finish this. I don’t know how long it’ll be.”

You nod. Steve’s only indication that you’re listening.

“The doc wants to check you out first. You were unresponsive so he wanted you to come out of it before he did.”

Another nod.

“Come on,” Steve holds out his hand.

Tentatively, you grab it. His hand feels foreign, makes your skin crawl, but then again, so does the floor you were just sitting on. Regardless, your hand slips from Steve’s as quickly as you can. You smooth your sweaty palm down your pants leg, grimacing at the way it makes you shiver. Steve watches you like you’re going to collapse again, and honestly, you might.

Steve leads you into the room he just came from, where you find the redhead, the Wingman, an agent, and the doctor. You glance to the left and see a man with an eyepatch lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of shit. Your eyebrows furrow.

“Welcome back to earth,” the man says, full of snark and yet, a hint of caring. “Sorry you’re mixed up in all this.”

You shrug. “It’s okay.” But it’s actually not. You’re in so much pain you can barely breathe. It just...came out of nowhere. “Fuck--”

Steve’s arms jerk out to hold you up. You grip his arm as tight as you can, your eyes squeezing shut. The pain sears, it fucking burns--

“What the hell is going on?” Someone asks, frantic, you don’t know.

“I don’t know,” Steve replies. “Y/N? I’m gonna set you down.”

Slowly, Steve lowers you, but you aren’t met with concrete, you’re met with a soft mattress. Another bed, must be.

 Your head rolls back, the pain subsiding for only a moment. It returns as quick as it left, starting in your head, splitting your skull open. Your body seizes, unable to move. The burning is in your fucking bones but how is that even possible?

Faintly, you hear the doctor asking for something. There’s a prick in your arm, and your breathing slows.

“Thank you,” you mutter, eyes slipping closed. “Fuck.” You cough. “What the fuck was that?”

“I gave you a small dosage of a nerve blocker to ease it for now,” the doctor says. “Have you ever had something happen like that before?”

“No,” you croak, opening your eyes. “And I don’t want it to ever happen again.”

“Any ideas, doc?” The man in the bed says.

The doctor shakes his head. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. Not with as sudden of an onset as that.”

“Well, great,” you mutter, covering your eyes with your arm. “I love being a walking mystery.”

“You are a walking mystery,” the man in the bed replies. “Steve never gave us your name. Mind enlightening us?”

“Y/N,” you mutter. “Y/N L/N. I’m just a college student.”

You hear Steve sigh. Don’t do it--

“She’s Bucky’s soulmate,” Steve says, and you want to scream. But you don’t. Instead, you focus on holding back your tears.

“Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting,” someone else says. You move your arm to see it’s the Wingman. “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Nice,” you nod.

“That’s Natasha,” Steve continues, pointing at the redhead. She has a bandage over where she was shot, a patch of red beginning to seep through. She nods at you, emotionless. “Director Nick Fury is over there.” Eye patch. Got it. “And that’s Maria Hill.”

You nod, not that you’ll remember all of their names in the next minute. Especially not if another episode of pain comes back on, but you really hope it won’t.

“I’m Dr. Fine,” the doctor says, walking around the cot to shine a flashlight in your eyes. You refrain from smacking him with it. “You’re The Winter Soldier’s soulmate, then?”

“Who’s The Winter Soldier?” You say, eyebrows furrowing. “Is that…”

Steve nods solemnly. “That’s what they call him.”

Your nose scrunches. You don’t like it at all. Yes, he wasn’t himself, but deep down, he’s still Bucky. Your Bucky.

“What are you thinking, doc?” Steve asks, arms crossed over his chest.

You turn your head away, bringing your arm down from your eyes. You have an idea of what it is, but you don’t like it. Because that means you’re going to begin feeling everything, and judging by what you just saw and experienced today, you don’t know that you’ll survive it.

“Some soulmates-- It’s not sound because there haven’t been enough studies done on this, but for some soulmates, it is possible that she feels what he feels. And vice versa.”

Your eyes close out of sheer frustration. “I figured.”

“You figured?” Steve questions, almost incredulously.

You open your eyes and you almost glare at him. “I’ve felt empty all my life, Steve. With no explanation. Went to therapists and doctors and all of them said it wasn’t that bad. So I learned to live with it. But when I woke up this morning, I felt different,” you explain, your voice losing volume the longer you speak. “Now I know why.”

“But that’s it? Just empty?” Sam chimes in, confusion covering his features, too.

“It’s possible that seeing him, face-to-face for the very first time today triggered the nerve endings,” Dr. Fine replies quietly. “Before it was muted feelings, and if they’ve brainwashed him, then that is understandable. But seeing him must have flipped a switch.”

“I’ll say,” you scoff. All you can do is deflect right now. If you think too much about Bucky, you’ll check out again. “Can you do anything at all?”

“I can prescribe some nerve blockers like what I gave you, but I don’t know how effective it’ll be,” the doctor shrugs mournfully. “They appeared to have worked for now, but I don’t know for how long. There isn’t much science behind it. Because you aren’t in pain -- he is.”

“Right,” you mutter. As if you needed the reminder.

“I’ll have them sent to the safe house,” the doctor says, nodding to Maria. “Other than that,” he focuses back on you with a sad smile. “You’re alright. Unless you have any other questions?”

“No,” you shake your head, beginning to sit up. Your calves ache, most likely from running through the streets of D.C. with heels on, but it’s nothing you haven’t dealt with before. “As long as that pain doesn’t come back, I think I’m good.”

“Is the car ready?” Steve asks, wrapping his arm around your waist to help you stand. Unfortunately, the episode zapped a lot of your energy.

“It is,” Maria nods. “I’m tagging along, but I’ll be back once they’re settled.”

“Thank you,” Steve says. Then, he cranes his neck toward you, “Ready?”

You nod, not that you have much of a choice here. A chorus of goodbyes ring out from everyone in the room, which surprises you. Natasha didn’t look like she cared for you too much, but she was also shot in the shoulder, so. Sam seemed nice. Confused about everything, but that made two of you.

After what feels like a mile-long walk to the car, Steve is helping you into the backseat of a blacked out SUV.

“Steve,” you say softly, hoping he’ll hear you. 

He does. He turns, raising his eyebrows. 

“He’s in a lot of pain,” you whisper. “Emotionally. It feels like a black hole.”

Steve nods firmly. “I’m gonna get him back.”

“What if you can’t?” You ask, tears coming back, but you shove them away. You can cry on the ride to the safe house. “What did they even do to him?”

“I don’t know,” Steve shakes his head. “But I swear, I’ll get him back.”

“Okay,” you murmur. “If you can’t, though,” you shake your head, willing the tears to stop. “It’s okay. Thank you...for everything you gave me.” You shrug half-heartedly. “I never would’ve really known him if it weren’t for you.”

You swear you see tears gathering in Steve’s eyes, too. He pulls you forward again, into his chest, holding your head as you take in a few shaking breaths. You don’t know how he’s been so put together this whole time. 

Pulling back from the hug, Steve waits until you’re looking at him before speaking again. “I promise. I’ll bring him back to you.” He smiles, all crooked and sad. “He has to meet his girl. He promised.”

You chuckle, wiping tears from your eyes, sniffling loudly. “Thank you.”

“Get some rest,” Steve says, squeezing your shoulder.

“Okay,” you promise, swinging your legs the rest of the way in the car. 

Steve shuts the door, waving to you as Maria drives away.

In the car, you finally have enough sense to check your phone. There’s a lot of panicked voicemails from your best friend, and then things calm down when she tells you she’s headed to the safe house. She’s already there, as of thirty minutes ago. You send a text to let her know you’re headed there and that you’re okay, you’re not injured.

You turn and lay down on the seats, using your arm as a pillow, and you dream.

You dream of Bucky.

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