#we never once speak a word to each other throughout this exchange

[pomegranti]

Dirty little secret!

Ft: Gojo Satoru

Context: College AU, bully Gojo and quiet reader

Warnings!: Rough sex, quickie, creampies, hair pulling, dirty talk, blackmail, filming, spanking, mention of Geto lol, and no aftercare :(

Plot: Using reader for answers, bully Gojo ensures she’d never chicken out with some videos he has saved, but what happens when she has had enough?

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5:04 PM

Laughter erupting from your lips, currently sitting on a random bench in the campus’ courtyard with one of your closest friends as you two chatted and gossiped about some of your classmates. Teasing each other with small remarks, you couldn’t help but scoff once your friend mentioned the the most annoying man on planet earth, Gojo Satoru.

“That one guy…Gojo right? He’s always sleeping or just never there, he seems to linger around you a lot though, maybe he has a crush on you?” Your friend asked, clearly annoyed by the mention, you dramatically rolled your eyes before shrugging, trying your best to brush it off and change rhetoric topic “I dunno’ he’s as dumb as a rock, thank god the years almost over, or else I might-“ Words getting cut off by the sudden buzz of your phone from your pocket, pulling it out to see the notification. Speak of the devil, was almost like he heard you both talking about him. How annoying.

It was a message from the man himself, demanding you to come over to his dorm in the next 5 minutes for one of your ‘study sessions’ that you both have “Who’s that? Ooo~ don’t tell me! Y/N’s got a hot date?~” Your friend teases, wiggling her eyebrows as she tries to peer over your shoulder. “As if, don’t worry about it. I should get going anyways.” Puffing out her cheeks in disappointment at your blatant lie, your friend almost seemed sad upon this news, simply humming in response in a suspicious tone before giving your shoulder a playful hit. “It’s ok, see you tomorrow!”

Nodding in response, you placed your phone back into your pocket before dusting off your attire, waving goodbye as you both exchange words of departure; then walking off to the dormitory.

5:26 PM

Knocking on the door to Gojo’s dorm, you had finally arrived after the mediocre walk across the campus, having to drop off some of your textbooks on the way. Before you could even lift your finger to knock once more, the door had swung open, and you were yanked inside with a small yelp.

Before you stood a pouty Gojo, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “I said 5 minutes, it took you over 20 to get here! Did you get lost or somethin’?” Rolling your eyes at his sassy behavior, you refused to give him an explanation, simply placing your things down before unbuttoning your top, ready to get it over with.“Whoah, someone’s cranky~ Already getting undressed? I thought I taught you better than to be such a stubborn brat” He taunted, mirroring your actions as he too, began to strip of his attire, pulling you onto the bed.

5:32

“Cmon~ don’t tell me you’re already tired, we just started! You had so much attitude before, where’d it all go? I hope you didn’t lose count or else we’ll have to start all over again~” knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets, you were currently laying across his lap as he sat on the bed, chest flat against the silk sheets while he held onto your hips, large palms rubbing over the red marks he had made. Bottom lip trembling due to the stinging on your ass, you heard him chuckle a bit before delivering yet another harsh slap, the sound echoing throughout his dorm. “I asked you a question baby, what count are we on?” Already overwhelmed, tears bubbled in your eyes as you tried to wiggle away in a futile attempt to escape the pain, only for him to yank you back onto his lap. “I-I don’t….n-number 11 right?” You whimpered, voice barely audible as you trembled like a leaf.

Bracing yourself for another torturous slap, you paused for a moment once you were met with nothing, craning your head to the side only to be met with yet another stinging hit, amusement plastering itself onto his features. Gojo reached down to grab your hair, pulling your head up to catch a glimpse of your embarrassed face enjoying how quickly your demeanor crumbled from a small punishment. “Don’t get all shy now, you’re already crying? Seriously? Pffft- I gotta show Suguru this-“ Grabbing his phone that sat next to you on the bed, he pushed the device into your face as he took a series of photos, capturing the way your damp lashes fluttered and how your mascara ran down your face. “G-Gojo stop..no more please..” Ignoring your pleas, a small snicker left gojos lips while he sent the photos to his best friend, flipping you around so rather than laying across him, your chest was connected with the sheets as your ass remained on his lap in a doggy style position.

Amused by the sight, Gojo pulled down the hem of his boxers to finally release his aching shaft, lining his leaking head up with your entrance, his hands held a firm grip on your hips. “I’m feeling needy tonight, no need for foreplay right? You’re a slut so I bet it’ll slide right in anyways~” Before you even had a chance to respond, he pushed his shaft in with one swift motion of his hips, throwing his head back at the pleasurable sensation of your velvety walls pulsing around his cock, groaning softly in response. As for you, despite his teasing words, the feeling his dick penetrating you so fast without any foreplay was rather unexpected, stunned for a few moments until your poor mind had finally registered what had happened, a mixture of pain and pleasure being woven together while you helplessly clawed at the sheets, panting heavily to try and regain your composure.

Relishing the sight of you struggling to take his length, a smirk placed itself on Gojo’s face, your reaction clearly feeding his ego plenty, wanting you watch you crumble even further, he began to rock his hips, wasting no time until he began a ruthless pace, causing the sounds of skin slapping to echo throughout the room. Moaning loudly, your back bent into an arch and your toes curled, the lewd sounds of your cries and skin connecting undoubtedly being audible from the hallway for anyone else to hear. Just when you thought it was too much too soon, you regained your senses once you heard the familiar sound of a camera shutter behind you, followed by a small fit of laughter. Was he seriously taking photos of you like this?

“W-What are you doing? D-Did you seriously just take a photo!”

“Relax~ I need to gather more evidence to ensure you won’t leave, you wouldn’t want everyone seeing these photos of you, right?”

“That’s b-blackmail you jerk!”

“I think of it more as a business procedure~”

Snickering softly at his own words, you couldn’t believe him, blackmailing you in the middle of sex just for the thrill of it. However, little did you know, he wouldn’t dare share those photos even if he wanted to, probably with his best friend, but that’s it. Maybe he’d even jerk off to them later, it didn’t matter though, why do that when you were right here. His greedy blue eyes absorbed the way your ass bounced against his pelvis with each thrust, and mentally capturing the way your cries filled the room, watching you succumb to your pleasure had to be one of his favorite things to do. “It’s fine though, no one else can fuck you like I do right? Such a slut, always crawling back to me~” Feeling his tip graze against your most sensitive parts, you couldn’t help but tighten your walls as a particularly high pitched moan rolled off your tongue. “Y-You came to me about this, asshole!”

Cocking his head off to the side at your words, he put his phone down once more before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you up so your back could be flushed against his chest, allowing his member to protrude you even deeper. “Such a brat, it’s okay though, I’ll make sure to tame this pussy of yours real good~” Hands trying to find leverage, your fingers dug into his forearm while you blinked up at him a few times, large hues staring into his before pouting your lips in response to his words. Taking this opportunity, his hand shifted to hold your throat tightly while your lips connected, your tongues interwinding with each other as his deep thrusts caused a small coil to begin to tighten within your stomach.

It was all too familiar, you’ve done this enough times to recognize your own release when it approached, trying to alert him with the way your walls tightened and movements turning rather sluggish. Releasing your lips from his, a thin strand of saliva dangled between the two of you, hazy eyes forced to look at him as his hand held your head up. Relishing the sight of how quickly you were dumbed down from his cock, his grip on your neck tightened to hold you in place, as if you were going anywhere in this state. His other hand moving down to rub your clit in circular motions, trying to bring you to your climax while his signature smirk remained prominent as he too felt his release inching closer, abs flexing as his shaft twitched each time he dragged it along your walls.

Crying out his name, you were unable to murmur anything else, the peak of your pleasure rapidly approaching as his head continuously grazed against a sensitive spot in particular, causing you to see stars. Mouth left agape, your walls clamped down as a clear fluid coated both the inside of your thighs, as well as the sheets beneath you both. Left in a temporary hazed out state, you whined pitifully once you began to feel overstimulated, continuing to fuck you dumb even after your release. “Already tapping out? Didn’t know my dick was that good- hah- fuck..” Groans growing louder, it didn’t take much longer until his release was approaching, giving one final thrust before white liquids spurted out, coating your inner walls white as he came inside. Removing his hand from your neck, he grabbed his phone once more, taking a photo of the way his cum dripped out of you while his hand that previously stimulated your clit was now parting your folds for a better view, pulling out his shaft with a low chuckle.

“Look at that, can’t wait to show Suguru this, you think he’ll be jealous?” Mumbling incoherent words in response, Gojo simply laughed before laying you back against his bed as he began to redress himself, fixing his white hair before placing his glasses back on, collecting his items before heading to the door. “I have stuff to do, I’ll be expecting my homework tomorrow, better hurry and leave too before my roommate sees you like this~”

Watching as he left, you sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from your forehead with an irritated expression. “Asshole..”

That was my first fic! I hope you liked it, it was pretty short but honestly I just wanted to get something out, don’t forget to leave requests down for more ❤︎︎

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #satorugojo #gojou satoru x you #satoru x y/n #jjk gojo

[acewritesfics]

Nothing Else Matters | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No.  

Warnings: Mentions of war. Not my favorite imagine that I've ever written. 

Word count: 800

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. YOU CAN FIND THE ORIGINAL POST STILL FLOATING AROUND ON TUMBLR SOMEWHERE. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

"Nothing else matters as long as we are together," Tommy speaks softly to Y/N as they slow dance to the classical tune that is playing through the gramophone in the corner of their living room. "You make me forget about everything and everyone but you." 

She shuts her eyes and rests her head on his shoulder. His arm around her waist pulls her closer to him as he sways to the rhythm of the music. His words make her heart skip a beat. Tommy hardly ever talked about his feelings. When he did, he was alone with her. 

Y/N was his longest and dearest friend before she became his wife. Tommy and Y/N have known each other since they were babies since their mothers were more like sisters than best friends. 

The two women became pregnant around the same time, with Tommy being born two months before Y/N. 

Even though Y/N's affections for the Birmingham mobster deepened throughout the years before Tommy was sent to war, their friendship never blossomed romantically until Tommy returned home when the war was over. She didn't confess her love to Tommy until he was ready to board the train that was taking him away from her and his family. She pleaded with him to return home because she couldn't bear to live without him. 

Throughout the war, the two exchanged letters between his visits home. Once his letters stopped closer to the end, she feared the worst. During his visits home she could see how much the war was changing him and the others. He wasn't the Tommy she'd grown up with but her love for him never wavered. 

She hugged Arthur and John after they hugged their aunt and sister, kissing their cheeks, delighted to have them home alive. Her heart ached for John, whose wife had died not long before his return. She had helped Polly and Ada take care of the kids and Finn, the youngest of the Shelby siblings. 

It wasn't until the most of the families had left the station that she spotted the Shelby brother, whom she had feared was lost. She was filled with emotion when she saw him standing there, bruised and broken but still alive. Her eyes welled up with tears as she ran towards the man she loves, his arms stretched out to greet her as she landed in his arms. Tommy kissed her before she could say anything, afraid that this was all a dream. 

The couple's relationship was not easy. Tommy was overcoming the trauma he had experienced while in France and readjusting back into society. Tommy frequently awoke believing he was still in the French trenches and that he was still being tortured all over again. He tried numerous times to convince Y/N to leave him, but the more he tried, the more she proved she would not leave him. The nights he spent with her, the nightmares, the memories, and the mental scars faded to the back of his mind. 

He realises in those moments just how much he loves her, how much he appreciates her, and how much he had been taking her for granted. It's always been her for Thomas Shelby. And for her, it's always been him. It took a war and years apart for him to realise it. 

"Tommy?" she asks, lifting her head from his shoulder to look into his magnificent icy blue eyes. 

He responds, looking intently into her eyes, "Yes, love?" 

"I need you to be safe tomorrow," she says, recalling his meeting at the horse races. She is aware that things with the Shelby Brothers hardly ever go as anticipated. "At the first sign of trouble, you get out of there." 

Her greatest fear throughout the war was Tommy not returning home. She still feels the same fear even though there is no longer a war. 

"I may come home a little banged up from time to time, but I always return home to you," He makes an attempt to soothe her worries. 

She moves away from him and says, "It's not only me you have to return home to, Thomas; I'm not raising our child without you." His gaze travels to her belly, to the small bump where his baby is growing. "And you still have to marry me. We can't be married if you're not here." 

"Everything will be alright," Tommy promises her as he brings her back into his arms. He places his hand on her tiny bump, "Now, instead of worrying about me, you worry about Tommy Jr. in there." 

He sways to the music once more as she puts her head back on his shoulder. "I'll always worry about you, Tommy, the both of you because I have no doubt this child will be his father's son." 

#acewritesfics repost #tommy shelby x reader

[hearts4hughes]

i wish you would | trevor zegras

nora’s bday celly | trevor zegras x fem!reader

summary: three times you thought about contacting trevor after the breakup and the one time you did.

note: this barely follows the song, but i think it’s cute. this is the first time i’ve done one of these 3+1 type of things. also, i’m aware i said so it goes would be my next writing, but i cannot finish it for the life of me.

{ #1 }

in the quiet of the night, you lie in bed, restlessly tossing and turning. you pass time watching the headlights pass the window pane. the empty space beside you feels increasingly vast with each passing night. his warmth, his presence, the feeling of completeness he brought to your life—all of it is deeply missed.

weeks have passed since you agreed to part ways with trevor, and the weight of regret bears down on you. throughout your daily routine, everything seems to trigger memories of him. the scent of his cologne that still lingers in the air, the sensation of his arms around you, and the echo of his laughter haunt your thoughts. it’s all vanished, leaving you begging to turn back the clock.

recollections of the heated argument that led to your breakup flood your mind. the hurtful words exchanged in the heat of the moment once seemed justified, but now you see the mistakes. you wish you could take back those terrible words and heal the wounds.

“you’re so fucking full of yourself, trevor!” your voice was loud, thunderous even. “do you even care about anyone else other than yourself? have you ever even cared about this relationship?” the questions hung in the air. he took them like a bullet, each going through him with a stabbing pain.

he look at you through teary eyes, “of course i care! i’ve done everything for you!” he retorts, matching your tone. “you say i’m the one full of myself, but you don’t even know, honey. you’re just as bad as me.” he stifles out a sarcastic laugh. the sound of your heart breaking fills your ears.

through staggered breaths and choked sobs, you muttered, “it was never a good idea starting something with you. i knew you’d act like this.” you didn’t even mean what you were saying. the words flew freely off your tongue and straight into trevor’s face.

“then maybe we should break up.”

break up. you and him were breaking up.

tears streamed down your cheeks onto trevor’s boston university crewneck that swallowed you. “yeah, i think we should.”

you jolted up in your bed, shaking your head as an attempt to get the memory out. without thinking, you grabbed your phone, dialing his number, but hesitating to press call. finally, your thumb pressed down on the screen. his unchanged contact photo filled the screen as the dial tone rung through the silence of your room.

your heart seemed to pause when he finally answered, and for a moment, there was silence before his voice filled your ears. “hello?” he greeted, his tone tinged with confusion. say something! say something, y/n! but just as you parted your lips to speak, he interrupted with, "who is this?"

your heart sank as the realization hit you. he had deleted your number. tears welled up in your eyes, and with quivering breaths, you hastily hung up the call.

-

{ #2 }

as you stroll along the familiar streets of your hometown, an unmistakable sense of nostalgia washes over you. it’s been quite some time since you last been to bedford, your home town, and it feels as if a floodgate of memories from your past has been suddenly unleashed.

you hadn’t been back here since you moved to anaheim with trevor. your family would travel to california for holidays and your busy schedule never gave you time to visit.

taking a turn onto a tree-lined street, you find yourself at the very place where you first met - the moment that started it all. this was trevor’s street.

you find yourself pausing, leaning against the street sign, your thoughts carried away by the flood of emotions. it’s a bittersweet rush, a reminder of why the two of you were soulmates to begin with.

the memory of his radiant smile, the tenderness in his gaze, and the way his fingers used to entwine with yours - all of it floods your senses, and an overwhelming longing for the hockey boy surges through you, stronger than it has been in a long while.

you stand before the street sign, caught in contemplation about taking a stroll down memory lane. you know he wouldn't be here; he left his family home when he got drafted by the ducks a couple of years ago. it’s the offseason now, and he's probably out somewhere in los angeles, likely at some club.

still, doubts swirl in your mind as you turn the corner, and there it is - a jolt of surprise courses through you. his orange bronco is parked right there in the driveway.

your walking comes to a halt as well as your breath. he was in bedford at the same time as you. your thoughts go back to yesterday when you thought you saw someone who looked like trevor, but before you could catch a second glimpse, your sister was pushing you out of the store. he’s been here the whole time.

in a vulnerable moment, a thought crosses your mind - to reach out, to hear his voice, to find out if he misses you too. yet, reality soon hits you, and you're reminded of the reasons that led to your parting. the pain, the heartbreak, and the carelessness.

with a heavy heart, you continue down the street, leaving behind the memories and the longing.

-

{ #3 }

you push your shopping cart down the aisles of the grocery store, your eyes scanning the shelves for the items on your list. it’s just a routine errand, but today, something feels different.

as you turn a corner, you suddenly spot him - trevor, standing by the fresh produce section. your heart skips a beat, and suddenly it becomes hard to breathe. it’s been a while since you've seen him in the flesh.

sure you knew it was coming. he was in bedford at the same time as you, it was only a matter of time before you bumped into each other. and yet you were still surprised as ever.

his eyes scanned the shelves for cherries - his favorite fruit. whenever you’d go to the store together he’d make sure to grab two bags of organic cherries, just because he knew he’d go through the first bag within a day or two.

his hair has been trimmed since the last photo of him you’d seen. you always attempt to stay away from any social media news surrounding trevor. it just hurt too much to see anything regarding him. however, a few times you’ve caught yourself searching his name, just to check in.

as you continued to stare at him from hidden inside the cereal aisle, an impulsive urge to go talk to him filled your mind. a chance to reconnect, to bridge the gap left by the breakup. or possibly to strike up conversation and maybe relight the flame that once went out.

but then, a wave of doubt sweeps in. a few weeks ago you scrolled by a tiktok about trevor. as soon as you saw his name your scrolling halted. although, you soon paid the price.

there were rumors that the hockey star has some sort of relationship with dixie d’amelio. your heart flooded with hurt and sadness. there had been photos of him at her birthday dinner and out on an aquarium date (where he had taken you many times before).

yes, you two were broken up, but it had only been a few months. were you really that easy to get over? were you just another one of trevor’s flings?

the mere idea of him with someone else sends a surge of sadness through you. it’s an unexpected punch to the gut, causing you to hesitate. you don't want to face that reality, to witness him contentedly moving forward while you still wrestle with unresolved emotions.

with a sad sigh, you pushed your cart along through the aisle and away from trevor. he hadn’t even seen you, but what if he had? would he had forgotten about his rondevu with the tiktoker for you? or would he not even bat an eye? maybe it was best that he hadn’t seen you.

-

{ + #1 }

it had been a few days since you’d seen trevor at the market. seeing him was reliving the break up all over again. reliving the turmoil of packing your things and giving him back all his possessions. you just couldn’t take it. you couldn’t take seeing him. not right now at least, so, the safest option was to just stay locked inside your airbnb. however, sofia had a different plan in mind.

with relentless enthusiasm, sofia called you up, her voice brimming with excitement. "you won't believe who i bumped into at the coffee shop today!" she exclaimed. "it’s destiny, my friend. we’re going out tonight!"

you tried to resist, your initial instinct being to wallow in the comfort of your own thoughts. "i don't know, sof. i’m not really in the mood for going out."

but sofia wasn't about to take no for an answer. "nonsense!" she declared. "we’re going to hit the town, dance our hearts out, and try to get laid!" with sofia’s infectious energy, you found it hard to argue.

she arrived at your doorstep dressed to the nines, her outfit shimmering with confidence. "we’re getting you out of that slump, babe," she announced with a wink.

“fine.” you grumbled, stomping your feet into your bedroom and picking out the tiniest and shimmeriest outfit you had. it would be good to go out and have fun for a change.

within an hour, you and sofia were walking into the crowded club. the air reeked of alcohol and sweat. sofia grabbed your hand tightly, leading you through the crowd of people and to the bar.

once she reached the bar, she ordered some colorful drink that you were sure would get you drunk with the first sip.

“here you go, doll.” she smiled, passing you the glass. you looked down at the concoction, not entirely sure what it contained, but the mystery didn't faze you as you downed it, savoring the bittersweet burn as the liquid slid down your throat.

“that’s my girl.” she praised, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “now i’m going to do my rounds, make a few friends, and maybe score some free drinks. you’re welcome to join, but i assume you might want some space.” she said. “it’s up to you, honey.”

the thought of trailing behind sofia as she charmed every man in the room didn't hold much appeal. "i’m good, sofia. thanks, though," you replied graciously. she beamed, bid her farewells, and reminded you to call if you needed anything.

throughout the night, the atmosphere of the club and the effects of the colorful drink started to ease your mind. you swayed to the music and danced with a few nice girls around you.

and then through the flashing lights and dancing bodies, your eyes locked onto a familiar figure across the room. trevor was standing there, his gaze unexpectedly meeting yours. then the real reason you were out partying came back to you. you had forgotten him for three hours at most, that must hold some sort of record, right?

he turned to you, completely forgetting the conversation he was in and walking towards you. as soon as you saw him move, you were already zooming to the exit.

“y/n, wait!” you heard him exclaim from behind you, but you didn’t dare to look back. you could already tell that he was hot on your trail.

as you dashed toward the exit, your heart raced, pounding in your chest as the thought of trevor catching up to you consumed your mind. sofia’s cheering and the party atmosphere had become distant.

outside, the cool night air hit you like a brick. you leaned against the club’s wall, your breath coming in heavy gasps as you attempted to gather your scattered thoughts.

within moments, trevor caught up to you, his face etched with concern. “why are you running away from me?” he asked, his voice cracking as he spoke.

you looked up at him and just like that, you broke months of no contact. you hated how his blue eyes caused butterflies in your stomach despite the situation. you despised how his tender touch on your side had the power to make your troubles vanish, yet simultaneously create new ones.

“trevor, i,” his gaze softened as your voice rang in his ears. he longed for the sweet sound of your voice over these past few months. “i can’t face you right now.”

despite your words, you didn’t dare to move a muscle.

“why not?” his tone was gentle and composed.

you stared at him, inhaling a sharp breath. you look up at the stars and then to the oak bench that stood to the left of you. tears sat at your waterline, threatening to fall at any moment.

“because facing you brings it all back. it brings back all the memories and everything i wish would’ve happened.” you confessed, your voice quivering with raw emotion. tears welled in your eyes and trailed down your cheeks

he stepped back, his hand rubbing his neck. “what do you wish, y/n.” his voice grew louder, laced with a mixture of longing and desperation.

“i wish you would come back!” you retorted, your words spilling out uncontrollably. “i wish i never hung up the phone that night and i wish you knew how much i miss you because it’s too much to be angry anymore."

the hockey player stood their breathlessly. why hadn’t you said this before? why hadn’t you said this when you were breaking up? if he had known he would’ve been in your arms these past lonely months instead of praying to the universe that you’d come back.

with a word, he took a step closer, and his arms enveloped you in a warm embrace. you felt his heartbeat against your chest. the tears you had been holding back finally flowed freely, along with his own.

trevor’s voice broke the silence, gentle and sincere. "y/n, i wish i could turn back time and change everything."

you looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or insincerity. finding none, you whispered, "it’s not about turning back time. it’s about moving forward."

he nodded, his grip on you never faltering. "i’m here now, baby. i promise i won't let you down again."

a warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "i missed you so much," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

his fingers brushed away your tears, his thumb caressing your cheek. "i missed you too, more than you'll ever know."

#hearts4hughes #nora’s writings 💐 #nora’s birthday celly! #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagines #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #anaheim ducks

[comiicii]

Backdrop: You and Bucky live in the same apartment complex but haven't spoken more than a few words. One night, Bucky decides to change that. Pairing: James 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader. Warnings: mentions of bucky’s ptsd and my subpar writing. A's notes: this is just based on the scene pictured above from the first episode of fatws. excuse spelling and any other mistakes throughout this one-shot. this has been sitting in my drafts for ages. Word count: 2.7k

James kept to himself whenever he came into the bar you worked at. The two of you always exchanged kind glances at each other. They were no different than the ones you shared in the hallway of the apartment building you both lived in. He was a man of few words and after he came in a few times, you knew his drink order. He had a select variety which would indicate the type of day he's had or his mood. You never asked about his life and you two only ever said a few sentences to each other. He wanted to talk to you, he truly did but his words always got stuck in his throat. You were so pretty and innocent; he didn't want to taint that with his overly-complicated existence.

"James, is there anyone you've talked to other than me this week?" his therapist asks him, readying the pad and pen if he lied to her face again. There was a pause. He thought back to you and all the mental images he kept of you the past seven days. Last night, he nursed some cheap beer and watched you work; talking to some of the regulars at the bar, asking about the home life of some you had grown close to, smiling and laughing at whatever funny joke was told to you. He was completely enamored with you but he was too chicken to say anything more than his drink order and 'thank you'.

"James? I asked you a question. Do you talk to anyone once you step foot outside my office?" She pressed.

"Yes," he quietly answered. "there's a woman…she works at a bar near my apartment." the corners of his lips tugging ever so slightly upwards. The look of shock on her face pulling them higher. "She lives a couple doors down from me." James quickly added before she wrote in her notepad.

"I'm not lying." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I know, I'm just making a note of it for next time." she deadpanned, internally relishing that he was making some progress with another human being.

"Do you two talk when you're at the bar?"

"She's working so I don't say much." he answers with a sigh.

"And when you see her at the apartment? Do you say anything at all?" she pressed on him again.

"We say hi or nod at each other." he stoically answers causing her to set aside her pad and lean forward in her seat.

"James, you need to nurture friendships. I'm not forcing you to date this woman but make an effort in talking with her. I think it would be good for you," her words were sincere. "Do you even know her name?"

"Y/N." there was that smile again.

He came right on time as always. Your heart always beat a little faster when you saw him. There was something about him that made you feel safe even though you didn't speak. You could tell he was a private man. You enjoyed your small interactions with him. Although brief, you could tell he was a good man. He'd probably been through a lot and suffered a lot of loss from what you figured. He looked to be in a good mood so you brought him his usual domestic beer with a smile. He nodded with a smile in return and proceeded to take a swig.

Your shift went by quick. Before you knew it, midnight had come. It had been a quiet but decent shift. You organized your tips to stuff into your front pocket.

"Mind if I walk you home?" he asked from his stool, finishing off his seventh bottle. You nearly jumped two feet at hearing his voice. He had practiced those six words in his head for the last two hours, hoping his voice wouldn't come off shaky.

Once you slowed your heart rate, your lips tugged into a smile and gave a small nod to him. The small response was enough to make his heart leap. He stood and walked to the door, holding it open for you to exit first.

It was a pleasant surprise for both of you to be in this setting; walking down the bustling street to your apartment complex. He mainly kept his hands in his pocket aside from the brief moment where he tugged at your arm to prevent you from clashing with a man who was looking down at his phone and clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. As quickly as it happened, his hand was back in his pocket. The walk was silent but comfortable. You had questions and obviously wanted to know more about him but you didn’t want to push him to talk if he wasn’t ready to open up. A part of you knew that he wasn’t one to be forthcoming with information he wasn’t comfortable sharing.

Before you knew it, you two were in the building and walking down the hallway to your respective doors. You turned around to thank him but at the last second, you grew bold and so you got on your toes to plant a soft peck on his cheek. It caught both of you off guard and you wanted to run away but you stayed in your spot; waiting for some reaction from him. The blood began rushing to his face. It had been decades since James had any physical contact with a woman.

“Goodnight, James and thank you for walking me home.” you softly spoke but before you could turn away to head to your door, his hand took hold of yours.

“You can call me Bucky,” he spoke, looking down at the floor before making eye contact with you, a small smile piercing through his usual stoic expression.

You gave his hand a light squeeze and tried to contain the goofy smile attempting to shine through, nodding and walking backwards to your door as you spun your keys on your ring finger.

“Shall we do this again tomorrow night, Bucky?”  you smirked as you reached your door. His smile grew and he nodded.

With that, something new and wonderful blossomed.

As weeks passed, the two of you continued this little routine of him walking you home from work. He started talking with you more, especially when he noticed a particular man making you uncomfortable. He’d find some way to take your mind off it and keep you occupied or shoot the man a death glare that you prayed you’d never be on the receiving end of. You learned that he was a little lonely since coming back from the Snap. He’d recently lost his childhood best friend and from what you deciphered from your conversations, his family had been long gone. It hurt you to hear him speak of those he lost. You didn’t press and always listened. He liked that you didn’t bother him for details or press him to tell you more. He enjoyed that you gave him the time and space to tell you things about himself when he was ready.

When walking back to the apartment, you would hold his arm and he didn’t seem to mind. He liked having you close even if he didn’t verbally communicate that to you. He grew more bold as time passed. He’d attempt flirting with you such as complimenting your smile or using a corny pick up line that he’d hope you’d like. After a few weeks, he would walk you to your door and hug you goodnight. After a month, he started planting small kisses on your head when giving you those hugs. That’s when you learned he was a military man. He wore his dog tags under his shirt. Given the height difference, you could feel them against your cheek underneath the fabric. You didn’t ask about his time in the military as you figured that was a conversation for down the road. You often kissed him on the cheek or gave his hands a squeeze as a thank you. You were going to sleep happy and hopeful that one day you two could go on an actual date and see each other in a different setting.

You truly got to know Bucky one particular night. Being that you worked at a bar, there was a television for background noise and to give some of the guys something to stare at when there was a game or big event happening. It was on the night that the government had announced it’s new Captain America. It was the main topic of most conversations at the bar that night. To you, it didn’t feel right. You had heard about Falcon having the shield passed down to him personally by Steve Rogers himself but donating it to the Captain America exhibit about a month ago. When you watched the announcement, your heart fell into your stomach. It didn’t sit right in your gut and frankly, it angered a part of you. You respected the legacy the man left behind. If the Captain chose to pass it down to the Falcon, shouldn’t he be the one donning the shield? With that announcement being the big news of the day, it altered the energy of your shift.

Bucky came in at his usual time. You could tell he had seen the news and that he was tremendously bothered by it. In the time you got to spend with Bucky, you knew when he was faking his smile at you. His smiles were genuine when they reached his eyes and as corny as it sounds, they would somewhat twinkle when he was happy. In his greeting to you, you saw none of that. You didn’t press and proceeded to change the channel to a soccer game to shift the mood and conversations of the bar. Bucky didn’t say much to you during your shift but you could tell when his eyes were on you. He had a habit of using you as his focal point as a way to ground him when he was at the bar on nights when it would get rowdy or if he picked up on a certain conversation that bothered him. It was a way for him to drown all of it out. You didn’t interact as even you could feel from across the bar that he wasn’t in the jaunty, talking mood.

Your shift went by as usual and you were cleaning up your station and gathering your tips for the night when one of the regulars started making small talk with you. They usually did when you were closing out your shift. They asked you about the news of the Captain America and what your honest opinion was of it.

“Should’ve stayed in the museum or stayed with the Falcon.” you casually spoke as you counted the bills in your hand. “I don’t have a good feeling about this new Cap, if I’m being honest. He hasn’t saved the world, never fought with the Avengers and I don’t remember Captain America having a gun so safe to say I won’t be buying his lunchbox.” emitting a dry chuckle with a shrug, giving them a pat goodbye as you made your way to Bucky.

Your walk home was mostly silent. He asked you about your day and that was the extent of your conversation with him. You held on to his arm as usual all the way to your apartment door.

“Did you mean what you said at the bar about…” he trailed off as his eyes met yours. He looked frustrated. He must’ve taken the news pretty hard you figured and only nodded to support your statements at the bar.

He suddenly pulled you into him and held you close. You could feel him slightly trembling. It worried you so you wrapped your arms around him and stayed in that position for what seemed like minutes. He kissed your head as always and when he finally pulled away, you could see pure sadness in his eyes.

“Bucky…talk to me” you softly pleaded. It was the first time you asked him to open up on your terms, not his. You were worried and concerned. Everything that night told you something was off about the man before you. He wasn’t the Bucky you had come to adore and possibly love. He stayed silent for a moment like he was thinking over how to respond to you.

“Tomorrow morning, breakfast? You’ve had a busy night and we can talk in the daylight for once.” he flashed you sheepish smile. You eyed him for a few seconds and understood that it was his way of saying ‘I’ll open up to you tomorrow’.

“Sounds good to me, Bucky. Plus, I can finally see your face under natural sunlight instead of fluorescent street lights.” You nodded with a soft chuckle, easing his anxiety that you wouldn’t take his offer. You grabbed hold of his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “See you here at 9 tomorrow.” you grabbed your keys and went into your apartment with a sigh; hopeful that some sleep was all he needed to ease his mind before your morning date.

You were peacefully sleeping until noise from Bucky’s apartment pierced your walls. It was four in the morning. You thought nothing of it until the noise continued and grew louder. You quickly put on a hoodie, grabbed your pocket knife and ran over next door. You knocked on his door loudly, asking if everything was alright. The yells didn’t stop and when your hand grabbed the knob to jiggle it to make some noise, you realized it was unlocked. You hesitated for a split second before barging in.

Upon entering, you see Bucky on the ground over a blanket in front of his television. You looked around for any possible intruders before rushing to him. You froze at the sight of his left arm. You didn’t have much time to process the new revelation as Bucky was sweating profusely and clearly having a nightmare. Your instinct was to wake him but a part of you told you not to. You had heard somewhere from a customer who had a friend with PTSD tell you vehemently to never wake someone during an episode. You pulled away and shakily took a seat in the loveseat next to him, putting the pillow between him and the chair so he wouldn’t hurt himself if he moved around. You observed the makeshift bed made up of just a couple of blankets and a pillow on the floor. It pained you realizing that you really didn’t know Bucky. You calmed yourself down and adjusted yourself on the loveseat, hoping the episode would pass.

A few minutes went by and you realized he wasn’t yelling anymore. You relaxed a bit and drifted off to a slumber, not registering that you were still in his apartment. About twenty minutes later, Bucky shot up, panting and covered in a thick layer of sweat. His heavy breathing woke you and you quickly moved to the floor to assess him, your face coming into view being a surprise to him.

“How…how you’d get in here, Y/N?” you tried not to stare too much at his arm.

“Y-your door was unlocked when I came t-to check on you,” you stumbled over your words, “I heard you yelling…was worried there was an intruder o-or something.” you kept your eyes on his and hoped he wouldn’t notice you stuttering so much due to shock and worry.

He rubbed his vibranium hand over his face. When his eyes met your again, he saw that you were staring at his arm. You looked scared and when you noticed him looking at you, in a blink you were back to worrying about him.

“Are you okay?” you asked with so much worry in your tone it made Bucky worry about you more.

“Y/N…you-”

“Did someone do this to you?” you cut him off as your hand reached toward his arm. It was cold unlike the rest of his body that was covered in sweat.

His biggest fear was having you reject him because of his past and physicality but the more he stared at you, the more he realized that you weren’t scared of him, you were scared for him. Bucky never wanted you to find out this way but he knew he had to come clean to you about himself sooner or later. He was just hoping it would be later rather than sooner.

“I think now would be a good time for a coffee…”

#bucky barnes x reader #james barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james barnes imagine #fatws imagine #winter soldier imagine #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: this time its based in liverpool, our scottish gremlin being set up to go on dates by james milner ( cause of course its milly ) and he hates all of them until one night, his date doesn't show up ( or so he thinks ) so he goes to a bar to drink when he spots the reader who unknowingly is his date, it turns out the reader had been caught up with something that she forgot the date 🫢 (@findingnemosworld)

Word Count: 596 words

(author's note: nemo never fails to send the best requests ever !! i know robbo isn't everyone's cup of tea, but i love writing for him 🫶)

It was well-known that Andy and James were good friends. Throughout their years at Liverpool, they had gotten very close, which resulted in them telling each other everything. So, when Andrew came to James and told him he was struggling in the dating scene, he was eager to help the Scotsman find the love of his life.

However, date after date had gone by, and none of the women had made Andy feel special. He had started to lose hope in ever finding someone when he got a text from James;

‘Get ready, found you another bachelorette ;)’  

Andy pulled on a nicer outfit, checked his hair, and sprayed some cologne onto his neck. Once he was happy with his appearance, he checked his phone again to find the details of his date. Setting off to the restaurant, the nerves began to hit.

Andrew had sat at the table alone for 25 minutes before he decided he’d been stood up. Standing up and tucking the chair back under the table, he headed towards the door.

“Hi there should be a table under Robertson? I know I’m quite late, I hope he’s still here.”

At the mention of his last name, he looked up and walked in the direction of the young woman.

“She’s with me.” Andy said, nodding at the waiter.

“Thank goodness, I didn’t want you to think I had stood you up.”

“No worries, shall we go sit down?”

She nodded at the suggestion and followed him back to the table that Andrew had previously been sitting at.

“Again, I’m so sorry I’m late, the traffic in my area was so bad.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was out of your hands. You’re here now. That's all that matters.”

“I love your accent. Are you Scottish?”

“Yeah, born and raised. Only moved down here for work, what about you?”

“I’ve lived in Liverpool my whole life. I currently work in a café. My dream is to work in football media or journalism, though.”

“I could probably put in a good word for you.”

All of a sudden, it dawned on her. “Oh my goodness. You’re Andy Robertson. As in the Liverpool footballer”

Andrew laughed. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out. Speaking of names, you haven’t told me yours.” 

“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N to be more specific. Sorry, I just can’t believe I’m on a date with Andy Robertson.”

He smiled, “I’m really nothing special, just a regular man.”

“But you are, though. You’re so talented. And funny. And very handsome.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, lass.”

Y/N face flushed pink at his words, and the conversation continued. The pair flirted back and forth while getting to know one another. Drinks kept flowing, and before they both knew it, the sky outside was dark, and it was time to call it a night.

The pair exchanged numbers with the promise of meeting up again soon. Feeling bold, Y/N leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Andrew’s lips. He kissed back, the contact soft and barely there.

When they parted, they split ways, both walking home with a smile. When Andy got home, he pulled up James’ number and shot him a quick text:

‘You picked a good one mate, think she’s the one.’

He turned his phone off and got into bed with a smile, his heart filled with optimism for the first time in months. Y/N, in her own home, unknowingly mirrored these movements, the same feeling of optimism enveloping her as she drifted off to sleep.

#andy robertson x reader #andy robertson #andrew robertson x reader #andrew robertson #football #fanfiction #fanfic #hot footballers #request #liverpool football club #lfc #🧡 #by ts1m1kas

[seventeenlovesthree]

As I could probably take approximately a million screenshots of all the moments that make the stageplay so great, I will never grow tired of mentioning how nicely the writers understood and wrote some of the characters. Granted, I still maintain that Jyou is the absolute MVP of the stageplay for being the voice of reason, the senpai that everybody needs, the emotional and inspirational support he always wanted to be - and his actor simply couldn’t have played him any better. I will definitely dedicate another post to all of his wonderful moments (besides the comic relief) as well. However, I also want to shed light on my favourite character the character who, in my perception, definitely was the 2nd MVP of the stageplay. 

As it is often the case within the Adventure universe, nobody would have gotten out of the threatening situation alive without Koushirou. So let’s talk about him for a bit, shall we? (WATCH OUT FOR SPOILERS THOUGH.)

Kudos to his actor, not only for having by far the most lines in the entire play (while also talking extraordinarily fast), but also for portraying him as such a layered, emotional and sympathetic character that I’m willing to say: This was among his best portrayal in all of the Adventure canon. Demeanour, speech patterns, body language, quirks... All of it was pretty much on point. Admittedly, he still has the Tri characterization of being pretty oblivious when it comes to picking up social cues...

... But he is at least (starting to) recognize that something may not have been right.

What makes him so fun to watch throughout the stageplay is not only the fact that he’s literally the second in command when it comes to giving directions and instructions to all the other characters (mostly alongside Taichi, when he’s not there or actually towards him as well). 

It’s not even just the fact that he is the one noticing that something is up, what is up and figuring out how to eventually fix it - we’re used to him being the exposition dump by now, even though it is very much apparent that we wouldn’t even have gotten a plot if it hadn’t been for him explaining literally everything to everyone. (No spoilers so far, btw!)

No, the most intriguing aspect about his role is his progression - because he is one of the few characters who goes through some kind of character arc. 

His most important “foils” - and thus interaction partners - in this regard are Mimi, Yamato, Jyou and Taichi, with each of them fulfilling different roles towards him.

Mimi is the one who gets him out of his shell in a lighthearted way - she is demanding him to leave his laptop at home during the camp adventure. And while he appears to be rather unhappy about that at first, he obliges - and eventually thanks her (and Jyou) for enabling him to actually sit down and think about what he wants to do in his future himself. Not only that - the two of them bounce off of each other in a very playful manner. In fact, while Koushirou appears to be somehwat obedient towards her at first glance, he doesn’t shy away to tease her back (”Cavemen didn’t use guidebooks...”) to the point of actually getting under her skin. It’s a fun dynamic and it’s nice to see how friendly and casually they act around each other (while he also exchanges grins with Sora in the back when Mimi gets a bit over the top, it’s very endearing).

Yamato is the one that gets him to get assertive and speak up loudly on several occasions - I already once pointed out that one of Koushirou’s main roles in Tri is to keep Yamato from strangling Taichi and that’s exactly what he does here as well. There are two instances in which Yamato acts in overly emotional ways - and each time, Koushirou asserts his point towards him, getting him to calm down again. And even if he appears to be somewhat exasperated by Yamato’s attitude, he still manages to remain calm, hitting the correct tone and finding the right words to reach him - and everyone else too for that matter.

Jyou and Koushirou, at first glance, are interacting mostly for comic relief reasons - this is the only instance where it’s played for laughs that Koushirou is “smarter” than Jyou. And while Koushirou doesn’t seem to realize how much that gets to Jyou, he still HIGHLY values Jyou throughout the play (”I’m glad you could come too”, “Listening to Jyou-san got me thinking...”) and is visibly distressed at the idea that (spoiler) Jyou might not be “real”. One of the best moments in the entire stageplay - in my opinion - involves Koushirou losing faith in his hypothesis and straight-up admitting that he’s pitying himself for not having figured everything out correctly. Just like in Tri itself, he’s close to falling apart because of it - if it wasn’t for Jyou reassuring and valuing him as well. And that’s what he needs to hear to move on - which is such a simple, but powerful scene that it’s easily one of my favourites.

His relationship with Taichi is probably also one of their best portrayals throughout the entire Adventure timeline. Not only are they framed to be physically close (and constantly touching each other), they’re also comfortably fooling around together, which is a very refreshing take and an appropriate follow-up to their portrayal in 02. As mentioned above, Koushirou acts as second in command on several occasions as well - which is also visibly pointed out by the fact that he is the one wearing the goggles by the end of the stageplay, before handing them back to their rightful owner. The most remarkable part though is the way their most crucial interactions are mirroring the scenes in 01, where Taichi opened up to Koushirou about almost having killed Hikari as children. This time, Taichi is losing himself (spoilers) over the idea of being responsible for having everyone trapped in an eternal August 1st, he’s ridden by insecurities, feels weak and inept - and Koushirou is the one who tries to help him coming to terms with his true feelings, asking him to confide in him, outright shouting at him; he thought Taichi could be honest with him, since he was the one who had watched him throughout all these years... While it’s Agumon Taichi opens up to eventually, Koushirou is still shown in the back listening to him - and eventually, Taichi and him end up plan crafting together once again, directly and indirectly telling each other to take care of themselves, as Koushirou displays great confidence towards Taichi, smiling at and reassuring him. It makes the scene in which he gives Taichi the goggles back even more meaningful - because after Jyou had encouraged him, Koushirou had been the one taking charge, telling everyone about what was going on and how to handle the situation, just to end up giving Taichi both his courage and the sign of “leadership” back. It’s a great way to showcase that, while things may not be 100% alright between them, they’re still there for and complementing each other.

What is also remarkable about his behaviour towards Yamato and Taichi is how he gets his points across. Koushirou wouldn’t be Koushirou if he didn’t explain his theories and hypothesis in great lengths - but in this stageplay, he also addresses things from a very emotional perspective. In fact, he repeatedly talks about feelings and tries to resonate with everyone to evaluate their own desires and wishes by doing so.

So, tldr: Koushirou is not only portrayed as exposition dump, but also secondary leader (speaking up, asserting himself, giving instructions, towards Yamato for instance). His primary development revolves around relying a little less on his laptop and more on himself (inspired by Mimi), figuring out what he wants to do and believing in his natural skillsets more (inspired by Jyou). His secondary role revolves around being a foil for Taichi, reassuring and encouraging him to open up more, to be careful and believe in his leadership skills as well. And while being his usual rambly, theorizing self that may not always pick up every social cue out there, he is still trying his best - and displays a great sense of cheekiness, empathy and emotional intelligence with an emphasis on feelings while doing so.

Again, if you haven’t watched the stageplay yet, please do so: It’s amazing.

#digimon adventure tri stage play #digimon adventure tri stageplay #koushirou izumi #koushiro izumi #my two cents #meta #analysis #digimon #digimon adventure tri #in case you haven't noticed: I LOVE THE STAGEPLAY #and i love koushirou so freaking much they treated him so nicely here #cries

[bnuuywol]

From the Life and Journals of Phoenyx Eldritch

Aight here we go, I’m finally gonna bite the bullet and post the fics I’ve written about my WoL. This post is gonna be the first in a series of interconnected works that I wrote during the course of my time playing through for the first time, as well as pieces of the timeline I’ll go back to fill in later. I’ll be separating each chunk of chapters by expansion, which also means some things will be out of order as I haven’t written everything in my brain yet (sweats in I barely wrote anything for A Realm Reborn or Stormblood oops). Right now I’m still waiting on my invite email to AO3, but once I receive it they’ll be posted both here and there. 

Now, onto the first chapter in PART I: A REALM REBORN!

I hope y’all like childhood trauma 👉😅👉

CONTENT WARNINGS: Gender dysphoria, misgendering

PART I: A REALM REBORN

Chapter One

Nineteen years predating the Seventh Umbral Calamity, a new brood of Viera kits were born in the Veena village of Akusos. The cycle of breeding came and went like clockwork for the Viera who lived there. After all, with the Garleans waging war just outside their borders and the ability, or lack thereof, of their men to survive in the unforgiving wilderness at the base of the Skatay Range, they found themselves needing to replenish their numbers often in order to survive. Among these children was an odd kit who would one day come to be known as Phen. 

Their mother only bore the one child. Rael, her name was. She had only recently come of age to participate in the breeding cycle, and even so her priorities often seemed to lie elsewhere. She was one of the most skilled hunters in their village, constantly venturing out into the forest to procure prey for her peoples’ survival. Even pregnancy didn’t stop her in this plight. It was this very reason that the child’s father, Kir, sought Rael when the time came. A Wood Warder since the age of fourteen, like all other males of their kind, he spent the vast majority of his days in the forests as a protector. He’d known Rael since they were both kits themselves, having been born roughly around the same breeding cycle. He had always admired her kindness, her fearlessness. The two found themselves drawn together the moment they were able. Warriors at their core exchanging a passion that ventured far beyond their responsibilities for Akusos.

This fearlessness, passion, and edge of reckless disregard they both possessed would be passed down to their child, but neither would live long enough to see it. A Garlean ambush came at no surprise, but this one came dangerously close to the village itself. Kir performed his duties to the best of his abilities, but not his efforts nor the efforts of other Warders in the surrounding area could drive the Garleans away from Akusos. There were far too many of them, brandishing suits of magitek that could cut down their most skilled fighters in an instant. Rael led a party of the village’s most skilled hunters out into the field in order to drive the invaders out by force. Their success met with a heavy cost. Neither Rael nor Kir returned from the ordeal. Knowing the behavior of their lineage, the village elder, a woman named Dava, decided that taking their child under her personal care would be for the best.

And Phen never knew any different. Their mother died when they were only three years old. The decade that had passed since then held a deeper grip on their memories. Not that they imagined things would have been easier had she survived. Throughout their life they were met with nothing but scolding and disappointment from Dava. It had always been “don’t.” Don’t ask questions like that. Don’t wander outside the village by yourself. Don’t touch those weapons. Don’t speak about that gift of yours. Don’t grow too attached to being a Wood Warder. Don’t question the Green Word.

But they were cursed with an insatiable curiosity. No matter how many times they were told no, they did it again anyway. That reckless behavior made it so Dava kept them separate from the other kits, raising them in isolation lest their misguided ways infect the other young ones. Every effort she made to teach them the proper ways of the Veena clan backfired. Of course, it was in part that very isolation that made them crave answers. Phen didn’t understand the prospect of simply accepting certain things at truth without being told why. Dava always shut them down whenever they prodded at a subject that she did not want them to know about at that age. She just told herself that the kit would settle down as they got older, that puberty would hit and their gender would provide them with a purpose and all of this would just go away.

How wrong she was.

Phen appeared to be growing into a lovely young woman, much to Dava’s relief and the kit’s dismay. Dava immediately got to work preparing the thirteen year old for her new responsibilities as a woman of Akusos. Surely the prospect of training as a hunter would appeal to the child’s tendency towards the same behavior as her mother. But what Dava found was only further resistance. 

When her puberty started, Phen felt like she was living in a waking nightmare. Her body was rebelling against her. There had to be some sort of mistake. From what she knew and felt of the two genders, she had always resonated with the males of their race. Everything about being told she was female felt… wrong. Feeling the tenderness in her chest often brought her to tears. Her facial features remaining soft and absent of angles, her waist curving into an hourglass, the idea that she would one day be expected to bear children? Phen couldn’t believe this was happening to her. 

She, no… he would not surrender to this reality. Phen knew who he was, he was not about to let Dava decide for him. He just needed to gather the courage to say something. And one day after training, he approached the elder.

“Dava, if you could spare a moment, there’s something I wish to discuss.” Phen requested before returning to his room, his head bowed to show his respect.

“Make it quick, Phen. You know I have little patience to answer questions about things that do not concern you.” Dava responded sharply, hardly looking up from the task that presently occupied her.

“Of course. I…” Anxiety swirled in his chest, but he raised his gaze and steeled himself for the worst. “I’ve been giving it some thought, and I was wondering if when next the Wood Warders return, I could go with them and begin training to become one.” Phen’s request was immediately met with a seething silence. Dava closed her book and stood, approaching the kit with a dangerous glare. 

“You know full well that women are not permitted to become Wood Warders. The Green Word forbids it.”

“I know, but… I don’t really feel that I am… a woman, I mean. I understand that the developments my body is going through would make it seem as such, but… it doesn’t feel right.”

“What on earth could you possibly mean by such a claim?”

“I mean exactly what I’m saying.” Desperate to be understood, he threw caution to the wind and let emotion take over. “Everything about it feels wrong, like I’m a prisoner in my own skin. Puberty be damned, I am a man, not a woman!”

“Watch your tongue, kit! Need I remind you that it was by the goodness of my heart that you were given a home after the passing of your mother? And now you would stand here and insult her memory, insult our very way of life. Rael would be ashamed of who you grew up to be.”

“But why is what I say so wrong? Why is what I ask to do so wrong? My father died in the name of protecting Akusos, he devoted his life to the protection of our village, of our forests. He took upon him the lonely duty of the Wood Warder with pride and honor. All I have ever wanted was to follow in his footsteps. To protect the land as he did. And now, because you all decide who I am for me, I will not be allowed to do so?”

“What you want, Phen, is any excuse to go off into the outside world! That’s all you have ever wanted, to be rid of this place. Is that not so?”

Phen opened his mouth to respond, then closed it, his face twisting with confliction. He shoved down the dysphoria induced by Dava’s choice to ignore what he shared about his gender and tried to fully consider the question posed to him. “I…” His voice faltered. He pressed his eyes shut, his chest heavy with the reality that she was right. With a deep sigh, he opened his eyes and brought them back to hers. “Can you blame me? All my life you have kept me sheltered away, able to experience nothing but the four walls of our home. Does it truly surprise you that I now look to the stars and yearn for the freedom to know more than that?”

Dava crossed her arms, greatly disappointed by what this kit became despite her best efforts to prevent it. She shook her head, her eyes daggers upon the child. “Then go.”

Phen’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry?”

“I hereby exile you from the village of Akusos. Leave now, and do not return.”

“Dava—” His voice swelled with panic.

“My decision is final. You have spat in the face of the Green Word for the last time, kit. The wilderness will decide your fate now.”

The Warders all knew better than to aid the young kit that had entered the forests that evening. The circumstances by which the, what appeared to their eyes to be female, child came to be in the wilderness could only mean one thing: the elder had exiled the kit, and deemed them Veena no longer. For a mercy, Phen had been allowed to keep the bow and quiver of arrows he had begun training with, but nothing else. After the initial shock and panic from Dava’s decision had passed, he made his preparations swiftly. Believing he had nothing further to lose, he broke into the storehouses and acquired the gear given only to the men of their tribe before they went out into the forest. If he were to be sent out into the world, likely to his death, he would do so with dignity, unbound by the clothing expected of someone assigned female. 

That first night proved particularly difficult. The cold bit through even the armor on his forearms and legs, his exposed midriff numb and bright red with irritation as the unforgiving winds tore against his body. But despite the tips of his fingers feeling as though they might break off, he used a partial cave and a haphazardly built wall of snow to shelter himself through the night. When he awoke, it felt like he had frozen in place, his body wracked with profuse shaking. It probably would have been easier to simply lay there and die, but something inside him wouldn’t allow that. A fire burned in his chest and told him that this world held more for him than to freeze to death as a child. And with that determination, he found the strength to pull himself up off the ground.

Phen spent nine years in that forest, watching Warders from afar, teaching himself the lay of the land, teaching himself how to survive. Though he stumbled through the first couple of years, surviving mostly on luck, he was quick to pick up the skills he needed in order to survive. Hunting, building fires, finding shelter, looting supplies off the bodies of fallen Garlean soldiers, as well as those of Dalmascans and Nagxians who fled into the woods hoping to escape the invaders only to face the unforgiving cold and beasts. Every once in a while he’d find particularly useful supplies off the bodies of ‘adventurers.’ In particular, he once found a gold encrusted vial with a strange blue liquid within it, deciding to keep it in case it held any value.

The more he found himself encountering adventurers, either alive or dead, the more intrigued he became by the concept. Phen would sometimes spend his evenings spying on their camps, hearing their stories about adventures in far away lands that they regaled one another to pass the time. Tales regarding a place called Eorzea caught his attention in particular. People spoke of a great tragedy striking the land, the Calamity, they called it. How many people were in need of aid to rebuild, to gain protection from bandits and ruffians, to find some sort of peace after the red moon Dalamud broke apart and released a ferocious dragon, Bahamut. The more he heard about the place, the more he felt drawn to it. Especially the deserts of Thanalan. How he yearned to free himself from this cold wasteland at the base of the mountains and explore such a place.

One day, the circumstances seemed to align in a most harmonious fashion. A party of adventurers hailing from Eorzea was passing through the forest in pursuit of the mountains of the Skatay Range, with intent on exploring the Burn just beyond them. Phen caught an intriguing conversation about a vial not unlike the one he had acquired a few years past. Fantasia, they called it. They were, of course, speaking of how much value the substance held in the marketplaces, their intention to sell it to line their coin purses. But all that information was lost on Phen once he heard what it could do: using magic to change the user’s entire body as they pleased, including their physical gender. His ears perked and eyes widened with this information. From his vantage point, he pulled the vial from his pocket. The answer to his struggles living with the body given to him at birth…  could it have been this close for all these years? Only one way to find out. Phen opened the vial, and with his heart’s desire at the forefront of his mind, downed its contents. An odd sensation filled his being, as if his skin were rippling across the bone. Overwhelmed by it, he soon lost consciousness.

When he came to, Phen found himself surrounded by that selfsame group of adventurers. He inhaled sharply, pulling the dagger from its sheath at his back and rising to one knee, brandishing the blade in front of him in defense. The first thing he noticed was the… weight, for lack of a better word, between his legs. Then the lack thereof around his chest, as well as an overall different sensation regarding his center of gravity. Had it… worked? 

“Be at ease, lad. We found ya passed out with a pack of coyotes circling around. Thought it best to not let ya become their lunch.” A gruff voice pierced his ears. He turned to find a heavily scarred Roegadyn man with his arms crossed, emerald green eyes staring down at him. Phen’s gaze followed from him to a dark-skinned Elezen woman, a teal haired Miqo'te man, and then back to the Roegadyn. 

“I…” He began responding, immediately taken aback by the sound of his own voice. Between the vastly different physical sensations he felt, the deepening of his voice, and the stranger’s immediate and correct assumption that he was, in fact, male all but confirmed it. Fantasia had done its work. “Thank you.” He finished, easing into the fact that this was now the voice he possessed. As shocking as hearing it had been, it felt right.

The Roegadyn man held out a hand and smiled. Phen sheathed his dagger and took it, graciously accepting the help to rise to his feet. “Name’s Haldryss. That there is Catane,” he gestured towards the Elezen, “and L’lev,” his gaze shifted towards the Miqo’te. “What might you be called, lad?”

Phen opened his mouth, then hesitated and shut it. If this were to be his first steps towards starting a new life outside of this place, his new identity in possession of a body that matched his soul, he would need a new name. Not one given to him by the elder of a people who despised him. He recalled a creature from a tome he’d found on a Nagxian some time ago, a creature who embodied rebirth with its ability to set itself aflame and start life anew. “Phoenyx.” He responded. “Phoenyx Eldritch.”

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[umbralsound-xiv]

I...  I did only as i was told. When the fighting broke out, and she bid me take her mother and leave, i...

I... Did not want to leave her. But she was not alone. She...

She will be okay.

She will.

Eir Fellfrost kept his quiet as he followed inwards; the door unlocked and scarcely a word exchanged between them during the entire maddened dash throughout the city; this instance much less joyous than the last he had done so. His heart raced in his chest as he slipped indoors, shifting anxiously from one foot to the other, attention split betwen peering back to the door, and back to the woman whom he'd carried here, nervously.

Yasu Seki was quick to shut the door once the two had passed through, shock and worry resting on her features in a soft frown. Despite being in the confines of her own home, the Midlander seemed to be quite.. uncomfortable. Her gaze wandered to Eir and settled atop him, seemingly not all too certain what to do, or say - yet she manages a weak, forced smile his way.

Eir Fellfrost knits his brow at the look, a similar expression on his own features. He takes a breath, and glances away, words wavering on his lips that he does not immediately speak. Worry clearly plagued his features, instead focusing on the woodgrain of the floor rather than present company.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I am ... Sorry."

Yasu Seki lingered in a short pause of her own, before she slowly shook her head and allowed the smile to fade, her arms reaching up to fold in front of her chest. “.. I heard that.. She asked it of you. You have naught to apologise for.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...It was against your will." Eir speaks, only briefly meeting the gaze to stare at the door again, ears slowly tilting back. "...She will be fine..." His words trail, a statement, or an attempt to convince; and then, who? Himself, or Yasu? A wavering breath is given from his lips. "...She will."

Yasu Seki: "Against my will, yet for my safety.. And likely, yours too." Her hands gripped at the sleeves of her kimono a little tighter. ".. I have no doubt she will be. And it eases my heart slightly that.. she's not alone." Her frown deepened. ".. Kami knows I'd rather they came with us." Yasu's own gaze drifted, settling atop the cupboard to her left for a moment before returning to Eir. ".. So. You.. are a friend of hers, then?" She asked carefully, attempting to induce smalltalk in hope to ease the worry they both hold.

...I could hardly lie to her, but it seemed a difficult subject to broach in her absence. I...

...I have never met the parents of someone i love. I do not even remember my own parents... How...

...

I remember being a parent. But...

...I should just be honest.

Eir Fellfrost sighs quietly. She was right, most likely, offering a small nod in confirmation to her words. "...I am little good in a fight. She will be fine." He repeats, again, a little more confident now. Finally having the bravery to look to the woman a little longer, her question is answered with a flicker of a smile, even if the tension in the room grew heavy. "She... She is..." Words trail again, simmering in silence. "...We are together."

Yasu Seki: "I can't say I know much of how she is nowadays in terms of fighting.. I have a hard time imagining that she ceased such, however." She paused once more, her head tilting. ".. Together." She repeated, her brows raising in a rather sudden surprise - a smile soon taking to her lips. "I see.. How.. long? Have you two been seeing each other?" Despite her surprise, she doesn't seem disapproving.

Eir Fellfrost: "She continues unto this sun. Part of her employment, amongst other things... I would not wish to be her enemy." Yasu's expression as she echoed his word causes his brow to knit, swallowing a small lump in his throat. "...A little more than half a cycle." Lips that anxiously pull into a line dare a smile. "She... She is important to me."

...I could not simply leave it as that. No. I... I must tell the whole truth.

Eir Fellfrost: "..."

Eir Fellfrost: "I... I love her dearly."

Yasu Seki's brows furrowed with a slight bit more worry. "Fighting employment wise, too..? Oh dear.." She sighed softly, shaking her head. Her smile turned a little more pained, yet did not fade. "I see.- It warms my heart to hear that. Part of me worried that.. she may not seek out such a thing again." Her arms sank down from their folded position, resting at her sides instead. "To know she has someone who loves her.. is a comfort."

Eir Fellfrost dips his head again with a short nod, a little more at ease for the conversation, even as he still rocked on his heels. He paces back and forth a little, between responses. "She is... So strong. Brave. In all senses." Eir speaks quietly, and as calm as he could with the waver in his tone; opting to stop his feet in such a way the door was in better view. "She has many who care for for her, beyond even myself. Just as she cares for them. It is why she fights." His gaze settles on Yasu for just a little longer, then. "...You look just the way she drew you."

Yasu Seki: “She is.. Although she never quite accepted such words when she was younger.. Has that.. changed?” Yasu glances at the door a touch anxiously, before opting to step side from it in case it was about to be burst open. “Like.. the friend she mentioned..? That shares her gift?” A small smile lingered. “Fighting.. To protect, then?” Eir’s last sentence seems to take her aback for a moment, eyes widening a little. “.. She.. drew me?”

Eir Fellfrost: "...She is more accepting of it some suns than others. Her confidence in herself wavers. But it is there... I have seen it." He shares her glance, a frown remaining on his lips as he fought his thoughts from drifting. "...Like the friend she mentioned.  They train together. She is well cared for. She fights only to protect, these suns. Her actions are well meaning." His silver gaze settles on her face, as he gives another quiet nod. "...She did. She does so on occasion in the quieter moments."

Eir Fellfrost: "She drew the people most important to her. You... Were, of course, one of them."

Yasu Seki: “.. Improved, then. Not.. completely changed, but improved.” A soft sigh leaves her, more of relief than anything else. “I.. am glad. She felt like an outsider a lot when she was young, with her powers.. And being the only Miqo’te around us. I’m glad she has someone who can help her with her ice.” She smiled softly. “.. She was ever fiercely protective of those she held close. It may of been a number she could count on one hand back then, but she’d do anything to keep them safe and happy.” A short silence lingered, one hand slowly rising to settle above her own heart. “.. She has kept us on her mind, then.” She uttered softly.

Eir Fellfrost: "...She is different in ways, and not so much in others, it would seem, for all the time that has passed." The smile is returned to listen to how Sayuri once was, speaking softly in response. "...You have never been far from her thoughts. I have heard many tales of her youth... And all of them spoken with a smile, when it came to you."

Yasu Seki smiles weakly at you.

Yasu Seki: ".. This.. may be a strange question, or.. it won't be. But.." She paused. ".. How is her.. appetite?" She fidgeted with her hands a touch, yet managed a new smile at his words. ".. I'm glad. We.. separated in a less than pleasant way.. To know she's alive and that her life had continued.. it brings me joy."

Eir Fellfrost sighs quietly, a defeated expression taking his features. "...It is not a strange question in the context of Sayuri, no... Her appetite is poor, even on her best suns. But i am trying, always." Another pause; though more was clearly behind his silence. "...She has continued despite every obstacle... I am sure she will tell you..." His gaze traces to the door, feet anxiously shifting once again. "...When she returns."

Yasu Seki frowned weakly, her head lowering slightly as a faint sigh left her. ".. I had hoped such had changed, hence my hesitation with the question.. I'm nonetheless greatful that you try to help improve it." She managed a small smile. ".. If she's willing to speak of it." Yasu's gaze shifted to the door, resting upon it.

...They were not my tales to tell. Not my words to speak. I could but tell her mother than she had indeed continued to live, but not the ferocity of the life she had to endure.

...But i would be there for her when she was told, if she had need of me.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I can but keep trying. I try to ensure she eats at least a little of something each sun. Meals shared are often... The easiest way, if not always successful." He takes a deep breath to steady himself, a step forth... Which halts, again. "...How long have we been back? Surely... Surely they should not be so much longer behind us, yes...?"

...I was beginning to grow worried... It...

It should not take her so long for a single person? Unless... Unless there were reinforcements, or... Or something happened?

...Should i go back?

Yasu Seki: ".. That's good." Her attention returned to Eir. ".. It depends on how much of a fight Takeo intended to start.. and how badly Sayuri seeks to continue it.. and whether or not the Sekiseigumi get involved.." She frowned anew, her fingers fidgeting. ".. She was not much for backing down in her younger suns.. but I pray Masashi can make her, if needed."

Eir Fellfrost: "...He said... That he was going to hurt you. Sayuri had only newly learned that you yet lived. Had she not known..." Eir dismisses the thought, quietly shaking his head. "...In the time i have known her, she has never backed from a fight. Even... Even when i..." Another trail of words, into the quiet; he hadn't quite wanted to bring that up. He silently regards the door, another half-step towards it.

Yasu Seki: ".. Kami." Yasu sighed, head hanging. ".. I knew his brother was rotten, but he? I expected better." She frowned. ".. When you..?" A pause. ".. They will be okay. They may very well be on their way back, right now." She tried to reassure him, offering a pained smile.

Eir Fellfrost: "...Even when i told her to run. She did not. I... I tried to carry her." He does not elaborate further, descending to an anxious silence that sees him swallow the dry lump that had clambered into the pit of his throat. "I... I hope so. That man has no kindness for her. I just fear for how much malice..."

Yasu Seki: ".. Getting her to run away from a situation.. is no easy feat." Yasu's head lowered, guilt locking itself onto her features for a moment before she looks up to force a small. "I don't.. fully understand why he despises her so, but.. I have not been in her life for some cycles, now.. There's plenty I don't know about her, I'd imagine."

Eir Fellfrost: "Much too i may also not know. Life has... Been unkind to her, in the few cycles she has lived. But we do all we can to change this." He offers a comforting smile himself, which melts into worry. He rocks on his heels, tension taking his form... Eir looks about ready to bolt for the door.

...I cannot just leave her out there. She... But... Her Mother. What if someone comes looking?

...I have to go back after her! What if she is hurt? What...

...What if she needs me?

Yasu Seki: "It has.. I'm glad we managed to give her some joy, even if.. it ended so brutally. But now she has you, and her friends.." Her tone softened, her own gaze lowering to the floorboards... until the door rattles faintly, as if tested whether or not it is locked - making Yasu's gaze snap over to it.

Eir Fellfrost: "She does... And the knowledge that her beloved mother yet lives. She---" Eir's voice cuts out at the sound of the door, breath held. His hands settle, raised an ilm over his chakrams, poised to run.

The door cracks open into a tiny slit - the first thing noticable being a faint, creeping cold that begins to make an appearance, before the door opens further to reveal Sayuri and Masashi. While the latter appears unharmed, other than a gash in one of his sleeves and a torn off piece of fabric from it, Sayuri's bare, painted arm has the missing piece of cloth from Masashi's sleeve wrapped around her bicep, slightly blood stained. Other than that, she seems fine. A quick entry is made, before the door shuts and locks.

Eir Fellfrost stares at the opening of the door. Ears slowly tilt back... Before the familiar cold makes its presence known, a heavy sigh of relief given as she pulled into view. "...Sayuri..." He breathes, though concern still knit his brow. He fights the want to extend his arms, to pull her into an embrace, limbs only making it halfway up before hesitation sets in.

...She is safe. She... She is here. I had almost forgotten that feeling of waiting. But the relief... She...

...I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and hold her, but...

...I did not want to... Impose. I do not know these people...

Sayuri Aoki saved no moment to immediately step through the house and up to Eir, her arms rising to seek his frame out, despite the small injury on her right bicep.

Masashi Seki, on the other hand, steps up to Yasu who crumbled with relief, his own arms locking around the woman in a firm hug while the two opted to glance Eir and Sayuri’s way, for the time being.

Eir Fellfrost smooths a hand through her hair, holding her close. The wound had not escaped his notice, but it did not diminish his embrace, only saw him move it to where she would not be harmed by him. "...Are you okay...?" He asks, tone soft and full of worry as he looked down towards her.

Sayuri Aoki offered a reassuring smile Eir's way, letting her head tip into his palm. "It's just a small cut, I'm fine.. Are you?" She raised a hand up towards his cheek, seeking to cup it lightly as she gazed up at him.

...I have seen her return with worse. She will be well. She will. She is here, and safe.

...She is here. I... I do not have to worry so much, now.

Masashi Seki furrowed a brow at the sight, yet let his attention return to Yasu as the woman gently tapped his hand. No need to get protective just yet.

Eir Fellfrost: "I am far better now that you are returned, and... Reasonably unharmed..." His relief danced through every word, even as his concerned gaze moved to the wound, hand gently tracing over it. "...A-and him?" He asks, looking to her, and then to Yasu and Masashi... The latter he catches the furrowed brow of, shrinking an ilm or so into his shoulders.

Sayuri Aoki grimaced slightly at the touch, yet she didn’t move away or flinch. “... He fled like the coward he is the moment the Sekiseigumi made an appearance.” She mumbled, clearly not the happiest about the said fact. “.. Not wholly unscathed, but not wounded enough to be able to go whine to them that a Miqo’te smacked him.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...Scathed enough to leave you alone. Scathed enough to have learned his lesson, i hope." He moves his hand back up to settle on her shoulder, thumb idly tracing over one of the many scars. He takes a deeper breath as though he was to speak further, looking to her gaze, and then back up to the other pair in the room, opting to hold his tongue and keep his quiet, some unease in his stature.

Sayuri Aoki: “.. If he’s equally enough of a fuckwit as his brother, I wouldn’t count on it..” Sayuri mumbled, barely managing to finish her sentence before a loud clearing of someone’s throat emit that made her ears pin back.

Masashi Seki cleared his throat, loudly. “-Sayuri-.” He scolded. “Do not use such language in front of your mother.”

Eir Fellfrost widens his eyes at the reprimand. He keeps his quiet further, releasing his grasp to something a little lighter to allow her to move more freely.

Yasu Seki gave a weak yet amused smile, clearly not having been particularly intent on scolding her, herself.

Sayuri Aoki turned very slightly, squinting at Masashi while keeping her arms around Eir. “... I’ll swear however much I goddamn please.” She huffed, offering a childish pout his way– Before pausing. And staring. Judging.

Masashi Seki huffed, and stared back.. Arm still around Yasu.

Eir Fellfrost knows better than to say anything in the moment. He simply keeps to his quiet comfort, looking anxiously between Sayuri and Yasu, and half avoiding Masashi's gaze altogether.

...I kept my quiet. This was not my conversation unless i was bid to speak.

...I did not wish to make things any more complicated...

Yasu Seki gently tapped Masashi’s arm. “.. Easy, love.. She’s a grown woman, now.” She smiled up at him.

Masashi Seki lofted a brow, and peered down at Yasu.. then back to Sayuri. “.. Mhm? Still seems like the same wee shite she was when I first started training her.” Finally, a smirk cracks across his lips.

Sayuri Aoki‘s lips draw into a thin line. She stares at Yasu, then Masashi.. Then Eir. Then back to Masashi. “-- -First of all-.” She raises a hand, pointing it in his direction. “I’m a ‘wee shite’ with an axe, now. So eat shit.” She huffed at him, yet the lack of an increased cold told the tale of that.. She isn’t really upset. “Secondly.. The fuck you mean, ‘love’?”

Eir Fellfrost simply makes a face. It's half a stifled laugh, half shy unease, and somewhere between it, he opts to slowly stand behind Sayuri, slowly rubbing at her shoulder with his thumb, still.

Masashi Seki paused. “.. We can talk about that later. I’d like to know who your friend is.” His gaze lifted towards Eir, seemingly not quite ready to have the conversation that Sayuri was pressing for.

Sayuri Aoki stared in return, squinting at him, and then Yasu.

Eir Fellfrost takes a shallow breath... And doesn't continue. His gaze continues to avert, hiding by Sayuri's remaining unscathed ear.

Sayuri Aoki -stares-.

Masashi Seki stares back.

Yasu Seki, however, sighs, shaking her head slightly. “.. For your question, little lily.. We are wed.” She gently grasps at Masashi’s hand. “As for yours.. He is her partner.”

Sayuri Aoki makes a straight face.

Eir Fellfrost simply and quietly takes Sayuri's hand, squeezing it out of comfort. He eyes Masashi with worry, awaiting his judgement...

Sayuri Aoki‘s hand locks around Eir’s. Rather than Masashi’s judgement being heard, Sayuri speaks first. “.. You -married- my mother?!” Her ears pin back and a sharp stare is locked upon Masashi. “... But- you-.. W-..” She fumbles with her words, clearly unable to properly figure out what she wants said.

Masashi Seki raised a hand up to his neck, rubbing at it awkwardly.

Yasu Seki smiled weakly. “.. We did marry, yes.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...If a new love is found, it does not mean the one that came before meant any less..." His words were a soft, almost whispered attempt at comfort, a small press of his lips to the crown of her hair.

Sayuri Aoki‘s ears drooped, a small huff leaving her as she fidgeted on the spot but nevertheless leaned herself back against Eir. “.. I know, but.. it’s.. -weird-.” She complained, squinting at Masashi. “.. You were like-.. my uncle..” She grumbles.

Yasu Seki met Sayuri with a soft smile. “.. I can imagine it’s.. strange, to simply accept. We are happy, we are in love. Kazan, Kami rest his soul, would’ve wanted such for us.”

Masashi Seki softened, much more than he had the entire night. “.. I’m not expecting you to immediately take to me the same way you did him, just.. Don’t write me off completely just yet, hm?” He gave a weak smile.

Eir Fellfrost remains where he is; hidden half behind Sayuri. Only two silver eyes peered over her pale hair, as his free arm curls forth to bring her into a one-armed embrace.

...I did not know what to do. What to say...? This... This was immeasurably awkward, but nothing i could have ever hoped to run from. So i held onto her. For comfort. Hers. Mine.

Sayuri Aoki grumbled grumpily.. Unable to be upset at the situation - well aware that Masashi is, in fact, a decent man.

Masashi Seki merely gave a smile, before his gaze lift up to Eir once more - features still softened. “.. So. Sayuri’s better half, hm?” He teased slightly. “What’s your name?”

Eir Fellfrost: "...Hardly better." Eir quipped quietly, raising his head a little to at least greet the man without obscuring his features. "...Eir." He nods. That was enough... Right? His hand squeezes Sayuri's for comfort. His own, this time.

Masashi Seki gave a short chuckle at the quip, nodding. “Fair, fair. Eir. Pleased to meet you, I am Masashi. As you have gathered from the situation.. Sayuri’s stepfather.” He eyed the pair curiously. “How did you two meet?”

Sayuri Aoki -stares- with a pout.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I joined the company at which she worked. She... Befriended me. By force." Finally, Eir's expression shifts into a smile. "...We only grew closer from there."

Masashi Seki: “Company, hm? What do you do?” Masashi lofted a brow with interest. “.. A-ha. That’s how she gained her first friend, but they were the one who forced friendship on her, instead.” He gave an amused smirk, casting a glance Sayuri’s way before returning to Eir.

Sayuri Aoki remains quiet, pouting at Masashi.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I remember this tale." Eir muses quietly, offering a more gentle smile in Sayuri's direction. "...A mercenary company of sorts. I... Simply run messages and make the occasional delivery. I am a dancer by trade."

Sayuri Aoki's pout turned towards Eir instead, yet shifted into a smile as she leaned herself back against him a little further. ".. Meanwhile I work on the frontlines. Fighting."

Masashi Seki nods slowly, eyeing the two. “.. Explains why you are notably more scarred than last we saw you, Sayuri. I do hope you’re -careful-.” He spent a prolonged moment observing the Seeker, before looking up to Eir. “A dancer? You don’t happen to be the Viera that danced at the Mujikoza some suns ago, hm?”

Eir Fellfrost: "...I was." Eir confirms. His response is a little more prideful, even if he still speaks softly. "It was only by chance, but an opportunity i would not turn down. The kindness shown to me here in the East has been nigh unparalleled."

Masashi Seki: “Well.. One can hardly say this is the wrong cycle of a Viera to visit..” Masashi paused, before a shit eating grin settled on his lips as he glanced at Sayuri. “.. You took your celebrations of the new cycle to a whole new level, hm?”

Sayuri Aoki paused, and sent Masashi a death glare. “... Shut up.” A frown that only made Masashi grin more widely settled upon her features.

You smirk confidently at Sayuri Aoki.

Eir Fellfrost: "...Much to the disappointment of many others, i can assure you. I have enjoyed the perks of my appearence whilst i can."

Sayuri Aoki squinted at Eir, and raised a finger to point at him threateningly, and wordlessly, before her attention returns forwards.

Yasu Seki merely shakes her head with an amused smile.

Masashi Seki kept his widened grin, clearly much more at ease now than he was before. “There’s always going to be someone who gets unhappy, but it is rarely anyone who matters. Life doesn’t give many moments to indulge in certain things, but you have certainly been given a prolonged moment by being a Viera in the East at this time.”

Eir Fellfrost stares at the fingertip, and promptly keeps his quiet. He looks to Sayuri with a knit brow in apology, and back to Masashi. "...I intend to enjoy my time here to the fullest. Moreso for her presence."

Sayuri Aoki‘s ears drooped, her head moving back to gently boop against his chest, features softening as she realised she had come across a little harsher than intended.

Masashi Seki gave a firm nod. “That, there, is a good plan. Judging by Sayuri mentioning a friend in Eorzea earlier.. I assume that is where you live and work?”

Eir Fellfrost gives Sayuri's hand a little squeeze. "It is. Eorzea is reasonably new in places to me, but i have found it pleasant, for the most part. As for her friends, she is... Likely able to tell you far better than i."

Sayuri Aoki returned a soft squeeze, shifting her fingers slightly as she sought to interlace them with his. ".. The said friend I mentioned is my Field Commander, too. There are others, but I am without a doubt closer with her." She gave a small smile. ".. Eitherway, yes. We.. live there.. We spoke of visiting together, and.. Now we're here."

Yasu Seki’s smile faded slightly. “And you are.. due to return, then..”

Masashi Seki gave Yasu a squeeze, and lofted a brow. “I hope you do not intend to leave without leaving us a means to keep contact with you.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...We will return to the West soon enough, yes. But... There is nothing to stop letters from being exchanged... Or even future visits, yes?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I wouldn't mind exchanging letters.. Or coming back to visit.." She paused. ".. It'd be nice."

Yasu Seki smiled, and nodded.

Masashi Seki tilted his head. "Well, you better! We have plenty of cycles to catch up on."

Eir Fellfrost: "It would... Aether-related nausea notwithstanding... But it would be worth it to see them, yes?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I'd suffer the nausea for it."

Eir Fellfrost: "...As would i, if..." He hesitates, if only for a moment. "...If you wished me with you."

Sayuri Aoki: "..-If-? Of course I would."

Sayuri Aoki gave a small pout.

Eir Fellfrost murmurs quietly, glancing sidelong and away. "I... Did not wish to intrude..."

Sayuri Aoki slooowly turns over to face Eir, leaning over as she sought to bump against him. ".. I want you to come with me."

Eir Fellfrost: "Then... I will be here. With you." A hesitant glance to the other eyes in the room, he looks back to her as he squeezes her hand. "...Always."

Sayuri Aoki smiles, squeezing his hand. ".. Good."

Yasu and Masashi merely smiled at the scene, content to linger in silence.

Eir Fellfrost smiles faintly, nodding once. "...I do not know what our plans are for the sun. Whether it is safe to return, or not. But..." He glances upwards. "...I wager there is much to speak of. Much to catch up on. I... Would offer to cook, if i have permission to do so, if only to allow you to catch up on your many missed moons apart."

Sayuri Aoki nodded gently. “Remaining might.. Be for the best.. For now.” She murmured. “.. I would like to catch up, too.”

Yasu Seki beamed a smile and nodded. “If you wish to stay, we have a guest room you can use. And if you’d like to cook, feel free to do so. If you need any help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Eir Fellfrost settles a kiss to Sayuri's forehead, releasing her and looking to Yasu. "Thank you... I may need help finding things, but else i should be well. I hope you do not mind Thavnairian cuisine...?" Eir asked idly, before slipping into the kitchen to get his bearings.

I opted to cook, to give them time to speak, time to process... And to ease my nerves. I am unfamiliar with the kitchen, but it will serve as a pleasant distraction. In any case, all seems to be going well between them, despite some awkwardness. They are happy. They are safe.

...I hope... That i am enough, for her.

#Muse: [Eir] #Duet: [Winter Moon] #Chapter: [Eastern Echoes] #FFXIV #IC #Screenshot #Writing #Textlog

[eloisegrant]

Premiere Night

This has been in my drafts for a while now, so enjoy.

Word count: 629

Pairing: Oscar Isaac x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

The red carpet was sparse, all throughout, the beaming lights lit up the evening sky. It was only the beginning of the night, people were beginning to arrive at the premiere, but you were already on the carpet. As the main star of this movie, it was only a good sign of appreciation to arrive on time.

“Oh my goodness look what we have here!” The entertainment tonight reporter makes way for you, looking absolutely stunning in a blue sparkling dress with a tight fit accentuating your hips and waist.

“Hi, Maria, you look fantastic, yourself!” A bright smile peeks towards the camera, you playfully flirt with it with a soft wink.

The reporter grabs you gently by waist to move you closer, “So tell us, who are you wearing?”

“I have the privilege of wearing Ms. Donatella Versace.” You giggle before giving the camera a twirl.

“Well she really knows how to tighten those curves!” The reporter compliments you once again, “So tell me, what does your character do? What’s their M.O.?” The reporter turns a bit more serious.

“Well my character has been through a handful of um… experience, so to speak?” You laugh, hinting on what to expect with your character, “Marvel has been very effective in bringing characters to life so I-”You get cut off by a soft peck on her cheek.

“Sorry, sorry…” Oscar Isaac’s voice beams through the interview, “Just had to come here and say you look phenomenal.” His arms slide around your waist, pulling you close to his side.

“My goodness, darling.” You wrap your arms around the front of him, “You look dashing, yourself.” You look up at him, scrunching your nose ever-so slightly, nearly blushing at the compliment.

The interviewer takes this as a chance to poke fun and so did the surrounding paparazzi. “Oh, watch out everyone, it's the couple of the night!” She blares out through the mic.

“You can say that again.” Oscar winks at the camera, hands never leaving your side.

You lightly place your hand on his chest and looks at the interviewer, “This guy has been an absolute delight to work with,” You move away slightly towards the mic, “And a delight to be a love interest to.” A small wink goes across your face gaining a joint laughter amongst the three of yoy.

“Mutual feelings, she definitely deserves to be here.” Oscar pulls you close again, an agent whispers in his ear prompting both of you to make your way down to the paps.

“Alright, you guys have a beautiful night! Congratulations on the movie again, y/n!” The reporter shouts softly to the you guys, as you make your way to the center of the carpet. You decide to show off your personality and sweetness with a few waves and a few blown kisses to the paps.

“So why are you late?” You whisper to Oscar’s ear. The two of you still wrapped around each other, looking at one another as the paps call out your names.

“Gorgeous y/n! Just gorgeous!”

“A couple reveal?”

“Fantastic looking duo!”

“Give us a smile, Oscar and y/n! Give us a sweet smile!”

Oscar looks back at you with loving eyes which only fuels the influence of their love team, “Got backed up by the 16th.” He glances back at the cameras and pulls you close. A giggle comes out of your lips as you wrap around him even more, hugging his body fully.

“Oscar Isaac, everyone!” You release the hug and bow down on the side, doing a slight curtsy as one of your hands holds his own hand up.

As a response, he replicates the gesture. Well kind of. He lifts you up with both his arms as he screams to the paps, “Y/n y/l/n, everyone!” Carrying you to the next area, near the theatre, a la bridal style.

Once you reach the skde, he gently places you back down. Still in view of the You give him a quick peck on the cheek, “You are so cheeky.” You tease, cupping his cheeks between your palms. As the blinding lights capture every single exchange between you guys.

Oscar places a soft peck on your cheeks, before waving off to the crowd. “You have no idea.” He whispers into your ear as you walk into the building.

#oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #steven grant #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader

[midnightactual]

Yoruichi Meta: Yoruichi is still a Taichō. (And Kisuke, Tessai, Love, Hachigen, Hiyori, and Isshin all still retain their ranks too.)

Chapter 159:

Yoruichi is stripped of her Onmitsukidō ranks (Sōshireikan and Gundanchō of the Punishment Force) by Central 46. They do not, however, strip her rank of Taichō, presumably because just like with her Great Noble Clan Head status, they cannot do so. (While Central 46 can appoint the Gotei 13's Sōtaichō, only the Sōtaichō can appoint Taichō.)

Chapter 154:

Soifon now holds the title of Gundanchō of the Punishment Force, but seemingly not Sōshireikan as she's never addressed by it. It's interesting that their discussion revolves purely around that title.

Chapter -106:

The Shihōin have served as Sōshireikan of the Onmitsukidō for generations. Presumably one still does, just not Yoruichi. Could it be Yūshirō?

Chapter -97:

Neither Tessai, Kisuke, nor the Vizard are stripped of their titles either at trial. (The fact Tessai is addressed as "Commander" at trial suggests that Sōsui, not Daikidōchō, is indeed his primary title.)

We Do KNOT Always Love You (Fan Translation):

“It feels troublesome deep down even now.” “SHIHÔIN sensei…could you please be careful not say that in front of the students? You know, things like that.” Watching Genji with an expression that looked as if she wanted to say” I know”, Yoruichi folds her arms and looks up to the ceiling. “Like I’ve said, since I’m a genius and all, I don’t know what teaching methods to use towards average people, but I was told to either undertake the responsibilities of guest lecturer once every half a moon, or restore squad 8 by becoming its captain, naturally I decided that I probably had no choice but to take up responsibilities in this place.” If she refused to restore the squad then she would have to deliver a lecture on Hakuda and Hohô to the 5th and 6th year students every other week. That was the proposal handed down to Yoruichi from Commander KYÔRAKU. “We probably can’t afford to leave people as talented as SHIHÔIN-san idle…after all, orders have been sent down to all squads, each squad elects at least one member for academy lecturer.” “Because the original tutors passed away in great numbers during the Protection of the Soul King Great War, isn’t that so.”

Can't Fear Your Own World, Volume III, chapter 21:

“The Four Great Noble Clans have their wings stripped the moment they are born. Since in exchange for great power, they themselves become the linchpin that supports the Soul Society of their own volition…or rather they offer their bodies to become the supporting pillar that holds up the three worlds.” Kyoraku’s words were mixed with sarcasm. To Nanao, Kyoraku seemed to be speaking about the responsibility that he took as an aristocrat, but Tokinada seemed to understand what was really meant by the words. Complex emotions crossed his face as he smiled and fixed a stare on Kyoraku. “Should you really say that, as the descendant of those who only accepted the benefits without sullying their own hands?” “I can say it. At the very least, there are those who agree with me, even those who are in your position.” “What?” In that instant, Tokinada felt a chill behind him and reflexively leapt to the side. Because of this motion, the attack on him was somewhat mitigated, but he was still sent flying as a result of the roundhouse kick Yoruichi had landed from behind. “Guh…” “The conversation’s gone on for too long. See, my foot just slipped.”

And, of course, let's not forget that Yoruichi is still wearing her uniform fairly routinely.

It's not just that she continues to claim the rank. She still holds the rank. This is why Soifon, like Yamamoto toward Shunsui and Jūshirō, is so "hardcore" about punishing Yoruichi in their fight, although that's also to do with a grudge and so on.

This is also why Yoruichi is "expected" to fight throughout Bleach into CFYOW, and is "offered" a position in WDKALY: she never actually left active duty. (This is also why, say, Hiyori, Hachigen, Lisa, and Love are told to put on shihakushō in TYBW.)

#Out Of Character #Bleach #Meta #Long Post

[aletheapierce]

maybe alethea should have called their dad. he was a lawyer afterall. but he did that corporate white collar bullshit or something, she never really knew if she was being honest. it had been one of the best days of her life when her mother declared that if alethea wanted to pursue dance over law or economics she would allow it. 

but everyone was getting questioned, it was routine. it made sense. greer was gone, and alethea had been one of her closer friends. they’re surprised it took this long for anything to come of it in the first place. but even they hadn’t made any indication that they were worried... 

“miss pierce, we’re ready for you.” the tall woman stepped out, offering a kind smile that alethea knew at least not to trust. she pulled her sweater tighter around her frame and stood up from the seat she’d been waiting on. her fingers picked at each other as she stepped into the room, it was sterile and poorly lit. no wonder people confessed to things they didn’t know here. 

the woman sat down and indicated for alethea to do the same. they sighed and slipped into the chair, not sure how they were supposed to act in this kind of scenario. 

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

"uh” she wracked her brain, the dates of the summer and last semester swimming without attachment to land in her mind. “i texted her a couple times throughout the summer, to no response, but the last conversation was right before graduation, i think?” it all blurred together for alethea these days. “i was moving out, and she came around to say goodbye. typical end of year stuff, you know...” her voice trailed off and she dropped her gaze back to her hands. had it really been that long? the detective across from her didn’t show any indication of what she was thinking, instead just casually jotting something down and offering another one of those soft smiles. was it supposed to be comforting?

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

“same time, the day before graduation when i moved out for the summer.” her voice was flatter this time, a bit annoyed with the repeat answer. “she came by as i finished packing up. we said goodbye’s told each other we’d keep in touch over the summer, and when we came back in the fall we’d have the best year yet.” it was a bit of a stretch, but that’s essentially what their last conversation had been. “and yea...i guess that was the last time...” it was slowly hitting her, that greer wasn’t here. that greer was missing. the emotions were too complex for alethea to sort out in that moment, especially not in front of cops. the detective against the wall moved toward them now, directing the next question at her. 

“How well did you know Greer?”

this almost made them laugh. “i would say pretty well, we’ve been friends since freshman year.” it was true. alethea wouldn’t have survived past the first month without greer. she had replaced her mother with the girl, who was even more eager to bring alethea into a new world under her control. “we did almost everything together. so you know.” she shrugged, resisting the urge to bring her feet onto the chair with her and to tuck her knees under her chin. others were questioning how well they knew greer at this point, but alethea wasn’t. while she didn’t know everything, she knew enough. “how well do you know your best friends?” the question slipped out, sharper than they had intended. the detectives exchanged a glance and gave a chuckle before moving on without an answer. 

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

“why do you keep repeating the same question with different words?” once again they couldn’t stop the question. their voice more forceful and sarcastic than it typically was with authority. she was supposed to respect them, to be afraid of them. but right now she was just getting more and more annoyed, and sad, and angry. at them, at greer, at this whole situation. “she was one of my best friends. it’s how every relationship is. we did a lot together, helped each other out, partied, shared clothes. i don’t think i have to explain anymore?” especially not the reality of what a friendship with greer actually looked like. the male detective took a sip of his coffee, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, but he made no move to say anything more. 

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

alethea went back to picking at her nails, ignoring the gnawing in her chest. it was getting to be too much these days, as if it wanted to drown her. “no...” it was soft, it was sad. alethea didn’t bother masking it for this answer. “i figured she was in europe or something. she did that kind of thing. i was at an intensive all summer, so i was a little preoccupied.” how did best friends not see each other during the summer? well it was easy for alethea, have a demanding hobby and you rarely saw anyone in your free time. “i knew if she was gonna be close by she’d reach out. but i figured we’d both arrive back at school with stories to share and pick up right where we left off.” that’s how it was supposed to be anyway. the detectives took a few more notes and alethea wanted to melt through the floor. maybe she should have called her dad after all. but then she’d have to put up with her mother and...this felt easier. 

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?” 

“absolutely not!” alethea scoffs, voice raised, as if the question alone is offensive and absurd. “she was one of my best friends, and i know she can be a bit dramatic but…I miss her.” their demeanor shifts, her teeth catching her lip as she ponders the thought even more. “i don’t know why she would do this, but i hope she’s safe. and i hope she comes home soon…i-i just don’t know how to be in the place without her? You know?” alethea continues quietly, her eyes shifting to her fingers, picking at the skin around her nails. they’re bleeding now, her mother would be furious. but she has an inkling of why greer might not be here, and the thought alone surges a layer of anger alethea has been trying to swallow her whole life.

“is that all detectives?” her voice is soft again, the sweet demeanor she is remembered by. the lady smiles again, her face matching alethea’s tone. the man doesn’t move, either bored or skepetical. either of which alethea cannot blame him for. “yes, we’re done. thanks for coming in miss pierce.” alethea grimaces at this but offers a shallow smile. the chair squeaks as it drags across the floor and she follows the lady out, taking one moment to glance at the man as he stares at her. and for a second her eyes harden before she disappears through the doorway. 

#ogdentask #ictask001

[lilyevanstan1325]

🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 19

Bucky POV

I take another sip of champagne and look around as Steve and Sam by my side continue to chat.

The wedding party is coming to an end now, the guests have almost all left and Natasha has just left to accompany her parents.

For a moment my eyes stop on Amaya.

She stands in the center of the now empty dance floor.

She is dancing embraced to Fury, the two are chatting and after a moment she throws her head back laughing heartily.

Her red hair like the flames that at the moment devour my heart sway softly touching her bare back.

God she is breathtakingly beautiful.

At the precise moment that I saw her again, I had to give all my willpower to not go to meet her and kiss her there in that church, in front of all those people.

When the heavy wooden doors opened I immediately noticed her bewildered gaze, she was frightened and agitated like a fawn in front of a car headlight.

But as soon as our eyes met, she began to advance confidently towards the altar, as if my gaze had managed to calm her.

In the exact moment that she clung to my arm to walk down the aisle, I realized how I have wasted six months of my life trying to forget her.

I admit that the trip to Wakanda helped me to find myself but nothing more.

I will never forget this wonderful woman.

Never.

I am not able to.

Throughout the day, our gazes met hundreds of times, always fleeting but meaningful contacts, full of unspoken words.

Full of passion.

I tried to stay away from her but I couldn't, in the end I knew I would give in and talk to her.

Earlier, in front of that little pond, if Tony hadn't interrupted us I don't know how it would have ended.

I probably would have kissed her, sending everything to hell.

More than once I have had to repeat to myself that we are just friends.

Just friends.

I have no idea why I offered her such a bullshit, staying friends is not possible for us.

It never will be.

Despite the way our story ended, despite the reason why it ended and despite her story with Lucas between us there was love.

There is still love.

A strong and overwhelming love.

A love so intense that it can never, ever become a simple friendship.

Lucas.

I sigh.

When she confessed to me that she is no longer with him, I felt a surge of pure joy.

And may God punish me but I am happy about it...indeed enthusiastic.

I know this doesn't mean anything but to me knowing that she brock up with that idiot lifts my wounded pride.

"Bucky?Buck, man!Are you here?"

Steve's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Apologizes.Were you saying?" I answer him, bringing my attention back to the two men by my side.

Sam and Steve exchange a glance and then return their gaze to me.

"What's up?" I ask confused placing my glass on the counter.

Steve is about to speak but Natasha from afar calls him.

“Steve, honey!Come here for a moment”

“Sorry guys.My wife calls me” he smiles proud to be able to call her that.

I watch Steve walk away and join his bride.

I watch them talk, Nat looks sad and Steve listens to her stroking her back in a sweet way.

I let my gaze wander for a few moments and I immediately realize the reason for her sadness.

Amaya is gone.

Great.

It will certainly be because of me.

"Did you talk to her?" Sam asks me, distracting me for the umpteenth time from my mental ruminations.

"Yep" I mutter briefly as I bend over to grab the bottle of Champagne from behind the counter and pour myself another glass.

This is one of the moments I regret most of my past life.

I can get drunk.

Get drunk and put my problems aside for a few hours.

"And?What did you say to each other?What happened?Please don't tell me you just said hi”

Sam bombarded me with questions.

I know he doesn't do it out of simple curiosity, from his eyes I understand how worried he really is.

I don't know if he is more for me or for Amaya.

“She told me it's over between her and Lucas but she didn't tell me why.Do you know something about that?”

Sam laughs and interrupts me.

“Oh no Buck!It does not work like that.I have been trying to talk to you about her for six months and you have always refused to listen to me and now would you like information from me?"

Sam continues to laugh.

He is really annoying.

"Go to her and talk to her" he encourages me.

A sad smile appears on my lips.

"I...it's not that easy"

Sam grabs my shoulder forcing me to turn completely towards him.

“Listen to me asshole.I've been close to Amaya for the past six months, every day between me Nat and Steve we took turns to never leave her alone.That woman is broken and you need to talk to her.Amaya is not feeling well my friend.If you don't love her anymore, which I doubt, you have to let her go.You have to free her from you”

I am shocked by his words.

Why on earth should I free her from me?

She has long forgotten me.

Her relationship with Lucas confirms this.

"But she has already forgotten about me, Lucas..."

"Pffff!" Sam interrupts me, snorting for the umpteenth time.

“Forget that guy.She was confused and hurt and he was there, nothing more.She ditched him on Christmas morning” my friend continues.

Christmas morning?

After I'm gone?

"What?Why?They had just come out of the closet” I ask incredulously.

Sam rolls his eyes.

“Jeez!I don't understand what a beautiful woman like Amaya can find in an idiot like you!You really don't get there?"

We look into each other eyes while remaining silent.

"Amaya will claim my life for what I'm about to tell you but if I don't think about it I doubt you two can ever get over this huge mess" sighs Sam.

“What are you talking about Wilson?I...I don't understand you"

I feel the anxiety rising up my stomach and attacking every single cell of my brain.

What does Sam have to tell me that's so important?

“Bucky, Amaya is still in love with you.Please go to her and take her back.Do you think I don't notice?Or that none of those present noticed it?I see how you look at her and your eyes say something completely different from the bullshit about her ’having forgotten her that you keep feeding us"

I can't answer.

I don't know what to say.

Does Amaya still love me?

No, it's not possible...

"It can't be  my friend, she..."

Sam hits me with a light punch on the chest.

“Forget what she told you.Women are strange, complicated.Amaya is more than anyone else.You just have to go to her and tell her how you feel"

If this were true…if this were true what I told her earlier may have screwed up my only chance to recover our relationship.

I bury my face in my hands.

“Shit!Shit!Shit!" I exclaim between my teeth.

I'm a jerk.

"What happens?" Sam asks me intrigued by my reaction.

“I asked her to be friends”

Friends.

The stupidest idea I could ever have.

"Are you fucking kidding me?Really man?"

Sam looks really angry.

“I thought…I don't know.She was dancing there in my arms and I said the first thing that came to my mind in order to still have her presence in my life"

Steve and Natasha approach us.

I look at Sam hoping that he understands not to say anything else, I know perfectly well that Amaya and Nat are best friends and from the look of the redhead in front of me I know very well that she holds me responsible for the recent escape of her friend.

“Before concluding the evening completely, do we all have a toast together?Bruce, Tony and Pepper are waiting for us at the table” exclaims Steve.

His voice is a little sharper in an attempt to be joyful and mask the anger and discontent that moment by moment become more and more evident in the Black Widow's gaze.

"Sure" Sam murmurs as he quickly slipped away, escaping Nat's wrath.

"Too bad we're not all" hisses the redhead turning to me and pretending a joyful smile.

Here we are.

The storm is about to hit.

"Natasha"

"No Steve" she snaps.

"Don’t!I never said anything and stayed on your side when you took it out on Amaya.When you accused her and you threw up all your anger on her.But that's enough now!"

Did Steve and Amaya fight over me?

This is something I never wanted.

“Steve why are you angry with her?It was my decision to leave” I ask feeling guilty.

"Because according to him it was Amaya's fault, she pushed you to leave" continues Nat.

"He accused her of never having loved you and of feeling happy at your departure.And she?Do you know what she did?She apologized.She apologized for something she had no fucking fault for” Nat retorts fervently.

Steve lowers his head embarrassed, surely he feels guilty of having made another human being suffer, moreover a friend of him.

I don't want my problems, my problems with Amaya, to become a matter of discussion among my best friends so I decide to intervene.

“Hey, hey!Please don't fight on your wedding day, especially don't fight it because of me.I'm sorry I wasn't there to resolve the situation immediately”

Shit.

I made a big mess.

Nat's eyes soften as she sees her great love so dejected.

She raises a hand to rest it on his cheek and Steve's eyes immediately lift to chained to hers.

“I'm sorry I talked to you so harshly” she whispers.

He smiles softly at her holding her in her arms.

"Everything is fine.I deserved it” Steve admits with a chuckle.

Natasha brings her intense green eyes back to my face.

"Bucky if you love her go to her and tell her...otherwise you have to disappear forever from her life" she whispers to me.

I look down feeling like a complete idiot.

I know what I want.

But does that automatically make it the right choice?

What if we never get back what we had?

Could I bear the pain that would follow?

And above all, will Amaya ever manage to completely forget the past or will every occasion be a good one to bring up what has been?

I feel my head explode.

A strong and firm hand rests on my shoulder.

“Go to her brother.No more wait.No more run away” Steve whispers to me softly.

I breathe deeply and make my decision.

"Do you mind if I miss the toast?I have to go” I ask excitedly, filled with a new awareness.

Amaya still loves me and perhaps nothing is lost.

"Go stupid!" Natasha exclaims laughing and pushing me away.

Without saying goodbye to anyone, I rush towards the parking lot getting into the first car that comes within range.

"Take me to the Stark Tower please" I tell the driver, taking the back seat and taking off my jacket and tie.

Thousands and thousands of thoughts swirl in my head, crisscrossing each other like a swarm of maddened bees.

Thoughts turn into a deafening buzz preventing me from being able to think clearly.

What do I have to do now?

What should I tell her?

I feel the courage faded but I already know that if I didn't, if I didn't talk to her, I would regret it for my whole life.

I have no idea how I will approach the discussion but I have to do it.

Lost in my fears, I am awakened by the driver's voice.

“We arrived Sergeant Barnes.I wish you a good night"

"Thank you" I murmur as I quickly get out of the car.

With great strides I head towards the entrance of the tower and without waiting for the elevator I rush up the stairs until I find myself in front of the door of her room.

I knock a couple of times but there is no response from the inside.

Is she already sleeping?

I put my ear to the door but I don't hear any noise.

I dare to open the door a few inches.

"Amaya?Amaya are you here?" I ask in a low voice but I still don't get any answer.

So I throw the door wide open and to my surprise the room is empty.

The bed is unmade and there are clothes thrown in jumbles on the floor, which means that she hasn't returned to her room since this morning.

I exit stopping in the middle of the corridor.

"Where the hell are you Amaya" I whisper with a breath of voice.

Then suddenly I realize.

I know where she is.

I leave my jacket and tie on the corridor floor and quickly go up the last few flights of stairs until I am in front of the metal door that once opened will lead me to the roof of the tower.

I'm sure Amaya is here.

I grab the handle and slowly open it.

Once outside I let my gaze wander until I find her.

She is sitting on the fire escape.

In front of my eyes it stands out the wonderful profile of her, she has her head bent forward and her long red hair falls forward leaving her back free.

I pause for a moment to observe her skin, perfect and shining like alabaster.

I keep wandering my gaze until I reach her bare feet.

Her shoes lie on the ground next to an almost empty bottle of Tequila.

Ok, I hadn't put this on the list.

Talking to a drunk Amaya won't be easy at all.

I don't want to scare her so I just clear my throat.

She jumps all the same, turning her head sharply towards me.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" I whisper, hinting at a smile.

"God you look like a broken record Barnes" she replies slightly mumbling and returning her gaze to the void in front of her.

Great.

This isn't a good start.

I slowly approach until I find myself next to her.

She continues to keep her gaze straight ahead.

She seems absolutely determined to ignore me.

"Can I sit next to you?"

Amaya bites her bottom lip closing her eyes, then she opens them again and points them at me.

"Sure but on one condition" she tells me.

"Which?"

“To sit here you have to be pathetic.This is the corner for pathetic people with pathetic lives"

I smile.

"Oh then I'm in the right place!" I exclaim.

"I ran away from my problems and currently live with a cat, am I pathetic enough?" I add giggling amused.

Amaya studies me with her immense and wonderful eyes, then she moves a little, making my way through.

“Yes, I'd say that's enough” she replies, bending over and grabbing the bottle from the floor.

“I'm happy to offer you some, but there's only a sip left.So..."

"It'll be fine" I exclaimed, snatching the bottle from her hands and gulping down the last remaining Tequila.

Amaya watches me with wide eyes.

“I could punch you in the face for what you just did Barnes” she spits between her teeth and elicits a genuine laugh.

Laughter that not even she can resist.

Her lips curl slightly upwards.

“I won't be able to get drunk but I can still like some good Tequila” I tell her smiling.

We remain silent to observe New York from the top of our position.

"Why are you here James?"

I close my eyes.

Why am I here?

I'm here to make you mine again I would like to tell her but I bite my tongue.

I can't tell her, at least not now that she's drunk.

We seriously need to talk and I need her to be completely lucid.

"I came to make sure you were okay" I reply instead.

Amaya stiffens, clenches her jaw so hard that I'm afraid her teeth may break at any moment.

“Well, as you can see, I'm fine.Now you can also dislodge” she reiterates harshly.

I watch her as she stands up and staggering she tries to lean forward to grab her shoes.

I get up quickly grabbing her quickly.

“I wouldn't say it.Let me take you to your room at least” I tell her but she pushes me away forcefully and staggering she approaches the railing to which she clings.

“Don't be silly Amaya.You can't stand up.I will not leave you alone on a roof” I scold her as I approach her again.

"Don't touch me" she hisses and a moment later she leans forward throwing up.

I approach her again.

I stand behind her and move her hair from her face, gathering it in a ponytail.

"I don't need your help" she mumbles then another violent gag shakes her stomach.

I do not answer her and I continue to help her, with my free hand without noticing I begin to caress her back.

Her soft skin gives me shivers and a rush of pure electricity runs through me until it reaches the crotch of my pants.

Oh Lord!

This is neither the time nor the most suitable moment but I can't stop the sensations that her proximity transmits to me.

"I don't want you to see me like this"

I hear her whisper as she slowly gets up and turns to me.

"It's okay Amaya, you don't have to hide from me" I whisper to her, pushing a few locks away from her sweat-soaked forehead.

"Now let me help you?Let's go I'll take you to your bed” I tell her, approaching her and taking her in my arms.

I pass an arm behind her back while my other slides behind her knees, before lifting up I grab her shoes with my fingertips.

When I get up she screams in surprise and giggling she wraps her arms around my neck, she gently rests her head on my chest.

Can you feel my heart Amaya?

Do you feel how furious it beats?

This heart beats only for you.

“Stark will kill me.I threw up on his roof” she giggles.

I giggle with her.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it later"

Very carefully I go down the stairs until I reach her bedroom door.

Her perfume clouds my every lucid thought.

"Listen Amaya, I need to put something more comfortable too, so I'll take you to my room.Ok?I don't trust leaving you alone”

She doesn't answer, she just nods her head.

I open my bedroom door until I get to the bed and put her back down making sure she can stand up.

"Stay here, ok?" I tell her speaking slowly, as is done with children.

I want to make sure she understand what I am telling her.

"At the orders Sergeant" she replies by giving me the military salute and then laughing.

I roll my eyes.

She is really drunk.

I turn around and just have time to take off my shirt that a thud behind me makes me jump.

I turn my head and Amaya is sitting on the floor massaging her ass.

I approach her, lowering myself.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask trying to hold back the laughter.

I don't want to offend her.

"I wanted to sit on the bed but that damn thing has moved"

I can't help myself any longer and I burst out laughing.

“Oh my God Amaya!You're really drunk”

I help her get up by placing my hand on her hips, her hands instead clinging to my biceps.

Once standing we remain motionless facing each other.

I still keep my hands on her hips as her hands slowly move across my bare chest.

I can't help it but I gasp at her caress on my burning skin.

Her eyes are fixed on my body and with her thumb she just rubs the scar on my chest.

Like she did before at the lake.

As she did every time we have sex

"Your reminder" she whispers so softly that for a moment I think I've only imagined it.

Her eyes lift from my chest to plant in my eyes.

"Have you ever regretted doing it?" she asks me stroking the scar again.

I take my hands away from her body and I remain petrified staring at her.

“How the hell can you think of such a thing Amaya.If it were about saving your life I would do it a thousand times more” I reply feeling almost offended by her question.

Does she really think I could ever regret saving her?

I see her just back away and making sure the bed is right behind her she throws herself on top of it.

“Why don't you hate me?It would all be easier for me” she snorts.

What a strange statement.

What would be simpler?

I sigh and sit next to her.

"Honestly?I tried.I tried to hate you.I thought that doing it I would suffer less but then the distance helped me to understand many things"

I turn to her to steal every emotion of her but she does not return my gaze, her eyes are fixed on one point unspecified of the floor.

She barely moves her legs and the slit of her dress spreads out leaving her bare thigh in front of my eyes.

I squeeze the covers under me in my fists, the desire to touch her is so great.

Too much.

I missed her immensely, I missed everything about her.

Her smiles, her pouting, her screams.

Her body.

"Do you like what you see Sergeant?" Amaya murmurs.

I immediately return my gaze to her.

A strange light shines in her eyes and a sensual smile spreads across her lips.

She slips a little closer to me and places her hand on my knee.

I stiffen immediately.

What the hell is she doing?

"Relax soldier" she chuckles, amused.

“It wouldn't be the first time I've touched you” she whispers as her hand goes up my thigh and then goes and rests lightly and delicately on my abdominals.

I start violently and she giggles in amusement.

For my part, I feel incapable of reacting, at the moment my instinct is in battle with my reason.

Her hand goes up tracing the contours of my muscles and her mouth slowly rests on my neck.

Then her fingers wrap around the tags I wear around my neck.

A gesture she always made.

A gesture so intimate and private that it made my soul tremble.

"What are you doing Amaya?" I whisper totally confused.

“Have sex with me Bucky” she mutters seductively as her teeth pinch the delicate skin of my neck.

A rush of pure pleasure runs through my entire body but I try to suppress it.

I can't do this.

I can't do this to her.

I can't do this to myself.

"Amaya you're drunk"

I try to move away but she gets bolder and comes even closer grabbing my hand and placing it on her thigh.

"C'mon Bucky.Sex between us has always been great.I need you.Nobody ever fucked me like you” she mumbles.

Without realizing, I squeeze her tender flesh tightly and a moan escapes her lips.

A moan that wakes me from my lust like a slap in the face.

I walk away from her by a few inches.

"This is enough Amaya"

She laughs, lifting her mouth off my neck.

"You really don't want me?" she asks sulking.

Her hand resumes her descent and when I feel she is about to touch the belt of my pants, I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away with force.

“Amaya stop.You are crossing the line.I don't want to have sex with you” I tell her firmly.

Her eyes harden and she jerks her hand back.

We observe each other indefinitely, a deafening silence resounds in my ears.

I didn't really tell the truth but I certainly won't take advantage of her to give vent to my instincts.

The anger in her eyes begins to subside and a new feeling appears in her eyes.

Her eyes widen and she laughs.

She stands shaking and puts her hands to her face while still laughing.

“God I can't believe it!How did I not understand it before?" she exclaims.

"What are you talking about Amaya?" I ask, getting up in my turn and approaching her.

"You already have someone warming up your lonely Wakandian nights, don't you?" she spits angrily.

It's anger and...jealousy?

I lift a corner of my lips shaking my head.

My reaction seems to make her very nervous.

"And tell me, she is blonde with blue eyes or is she a beautiful Wakandian with bewitching eyes?" she continues.

"Don't be ridiculous, please" I reply, heading towards the closet and grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of sweetpants.

I finish dressing under the attentive and watchful gaze of Amaya who observes me without any modesty.

She has her arms crossed in front of her breasts and not a single gesture of mine is lost.

I put on the t-shirt and take off the elegant trousers to wear the more comfortable ones I just got from the wardrobe.

"Then?" Amaya asks me with a death stare.

"Then what?"

"Do you have another woman?"

"Are you jealous Snow?"

My non-response seems to freak her out.

“Go to hell Barnes” she murmurs between her teeth.

I laugh at her reaction and move closer to her.

She is jealous.

This is a good sign.

"Do you really think I'm fucking another woman?" I ask sharply.

Amaya looks down without answering me.

The silence continues and, convinced that she will no longer answer me, I go back to my closet to get something comfortable for her too.

“I wouldn't blame you if you did.I've been mean to you.I fucked someone else to try to forget you” she murmurs behind me.

Her voice rings weak and full of pain.

My heart reacts to her confession by losing a beat.

Of course I figured she had sex with Lucas but hearing she says it has another effect.

It hurts.

I clear my throat trying to remain as neutral as possible.

“You don't have to justify yourself to me Amaya.We are no longer together, you can do whatever you want" I replied.

I slowly turn back to her who is still in the same position as before.

I approach again placing my shirt on the bed.

"Come on, I'll help you change" I tell her.

Amaya crosses her arms.

"I don't wear anything under my dress other than panties" she replies embarrassed.

Embarassed?

Until a few moments ago she was practically about to jump on me and now she blushes like a little girl?

I shake my head in amusement.

"Amaya, there is nothing down there that I haven't already seen.C'mon turn around"

She turns meekly, giving her back to me.

I bring my hands close to her body and slowly pull the zip down.

"After all, I don't have any effect on you anymore" she murmurs to herself, believing I can't hear her.

What bullshit.

As if right now my erection isn't pulling painfully into my boxers begging for a little relief.

The zip runs all the way down giving me the view of her wonderful ass.

She is wearing only a skimpy white thong and God knows how much I would like to kneel at her feet and sink my face into her warm and tender flesh.

I clench my jaw hard.

I have to relax.

Amaya turns letting her dress slip at her feet, I reach down and grabbing her ankle I help her to get out of her dress completely.

Her hands rest on my shoulders to seek a balance that she does not currently have.

As I lift my eyes for a moment they linger on her femininity and images of our past overwhelmingly fill my head.

Amaya lying on the bed moaning incessantly as I greedily devour her pussy.

Amaya against the shower wall and I kneel at her feet feasting on her sweet nectar.

Amaya pushing my face hard between her thighs begging me not to stop.

I squeeze my eyes tightly trying to put aside these unchaste thoughts of mine.

When I get to my feet I grab the t-shirt on the bed and hand it to her trying not to linger too long to look at her wonderful boobs.

Amaya puts on my shirt and then she sits back on the bed, her face sad.

I sigh and go back to sit next to her.

"There is no other woman Amaya" I tell her in a whisper.

"Really?"

I nod turning towards her.

Our gaze merge.

She seems to want to tell me something but suddenly her skin color changes and a light layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

I get up and thinking quickly grab the wastepaper basket and hold it in front of her face.

A moment later Amaya throw up again.

I hear her cry softly.

“It's okay doll” I whisper to her as I massage her back with my free hand.

"I hate throwing up" she whines.

"I know" I reply, giggling.

Once she is free she throws herself back on the bed, I go to the bathroom to rinse the bin and look for some aspirins.

When I return I find her lying on her stomach, one leg extended while the other is slightly bent upwards, letting the shirt rise just showing me the soft curve of her ass.

I try not to focus my attention too much on her body and sit next to her, brushing her hair away from her face.

“My head hurts” she murmurs as she squeezes her eyes tight.

I roll my eyes.

“I'm not surprised doll!Any human being would have passed out after a whole bottle of Tequila.A headache is the least you can have” I tell her with a chuckle.

Her eyes open and their green dazzles me leaving me speechless.

“I missed hearing myself called doll.I missed you”

I smile at her softly kissing her forehead.

“I missed you too”

Her eyes are veiled with tears.

"James I owe you an apology"

"No Amaya"

"But I..."

"Listen to me" I interrupt her softly.

"This is not a discourse that we can address now.We'll talk about it again tomorrow but now you just have to take these aspirins and sleep.Ok?" I say handing her the aspirins.

She seems to think about it then she just nods and lifting herself up on one elbow she lets herself be helped.

With one hand I help her to keep her head straight and with the other I bring a glass of water to her lips.

Amaya swallows her pills while drinking greedily, then she lies down closing her eyes.

“Do you want me to take you to your room?"

Amaya shakes her head.

"Ok.I'll be on the sofa, if you need something just call me” I tell her grabbing the blanket and covering her legs.

Amaya nods and I caress her head leaving a kiss on her scented hair.

I stay a few minutes to observe her.

Her breathing slows down and her mouth barely opens, she is already sleeping so I decide to get up and go to the sofa.

I lie down and remain to observe the ceiling I think back to everything that happened today slipping slowly into sleep.

Suddenly I feel something moving beside me followed immediately by a weight on my chest.

I open my eyes and find Amaya slowly curling up on me.

The sofa isn't wide enough for both of us so Amaya practically lay down on my body, her head on my chest and her legs crossed over mine.

I would like to tell her to get up and go back to bed but I can't.

I have missed her so much that I feel I could die if she walked away from me.

I wrap my arms around her body and hold her tight.

Amaya sinks her face deeper into my chest, rubbing it gently as if she were seeking comfort.

“I'm sorry” she whispers in the dark of the night.

"I know it.I'm sorry too”

“I missed you Bucky” she sniffles.

"I missed you too my little robin" I reply feeling my heart tighten.

She raises her head and smiles at me.

Then without noticing, her lips are on mine.

It's a short, sweet kiss.

A small contact that holds immense significance.

Her lips, soft as velvet, brush against mine for just a moment but that's all I need to breathe again.

I finally feel at home again.

Amaya returns to rest her head on my chest.

Her hand searches for my tags and squeezes them in her fingers.

“Are you still wearing them” her is not a question.

It seems more like an observation full of surprise.

"I never took them off" I replied.

I always kept them with me and even when my brain tortured me with images of her and Lucas wearing those tags gave me peace.

Her promise of love engraved on them reminded me that she had once loved me and I already felt lucky for that.

"Please don't leave me again" Amaya whispers sinking her face into my neck, her breath tickling my ear.

I squeeze her even more tightly.

"My sweet little robin there is no other place in the world where I would like to be right now"

I feel her smile against my neck and then the silence falls again between us.

"Amaya?Are you awake?"

"Just a little while longer" she murmurs after yawning.

I take a deep breath and so with the courage that the darkness instills in me I whisper the words that have been stuck in my heart for months now.

"I love you"

She lifts her face and even though the room is dim I can see a smile spread across her face.

Her lips are on mine again.

Another sweet kiss.

"I love you too James" she replies.

Then she rests her head on my chest again yawning.

After a few minutes her eyes softly close.

I observe her rapt.

Her long red lashes brush her cheekbones.

Her lips just parted to form a sweet O.

I lift my neck to bring my nose close to her hair and breathe her essence deeply.

I leave her a light kiss on her forehead and remain awake still enjoying the warmth of her small body pressed against mine, the softness of her skin, the sweet scent of her.

We still have a lot to talk about.

We still have a lot to deal with.

It won't be easy but we have a point in our favor.

We still love each other.

And I will cling with all of myself to this feeling and I will fight to have her back in my life.

I close my eyes and more confident in my future than I was a couple of hours ago I fall asleep happy, hugging the only person who can give meaning to my life.

My doll.

My little robin.

Amaya.

When I open my eyes it is already day.

I stretch out on the sofa seeking relief for my aching back from the little space available to me tonight.

But there is something strange.

I shouldn't be able to move that freely.

I open my eyes and immediately understand what's wrong.

Amaya.

Where has Amaya gone?

Did she woke up and realized that she had done a bullshit dictated by alcohol?

Why do I have to be so pessimistic.

Maybe she just went back to bed to be comfortable.

Or she is in the bathroom.

I sigh rubbing my eyes.

It is useless for me to ask myself all these questions, if I continue to lie here I will never know the truth.

I get up and go directly to the bathroom but there is no trace of Amaya.

And the bed is also empty.

Ok, I just have to go and look for her.

I leave my room and my jacket is still on the corridor floor, I pick it up and touch my pockets in search of my phone.

Shit.

There is not here.

I must have lost it on the car or at the party last night.

I'll take care of the phone later.

My priority now is Amaya.

I go down until I get to the kitchen where a murmur comes from which as I approach it turns into two distinct voices.

They are Sam and Amaya.

“I don't know Sam.Really”

“Have faith Snow.Everything will be fine”

I shouldn't eavesdrop.

I know, this is wrong.

“I got myself into a big mess” Amaya murmurs sadly.

My heart skips a beat and my pessimistic side comes back to the surface.

What if in the end she truly regretted everything she told me tonight?

She now feels guilty and she doesn't know how to get out of this situation.

I run my hands through my hair pulling it from the root.

Fuck.

I enter with a show of indifference.

Sam and Amaya are seated at the large kitchen table, his arm around her shoulders while her head rests on Sam's chest.

As soon as Amaya sees me she straightens up and gives me a faint smile which I reciprocate with a slight nod of my head.

"Good morning" I murmur to both of them.

"Morning dude" Sam replies smiling and taking a sip of coffee from his cup.

Amaya plays with a donut, peeling off small crumbs and bringing them to her lips.

Her eyes are glued to her gestures.

Are she avoiding me?

So tonight's I love you doesn't matter to her?

Did she just say that because she was drunk?

I walk up to the kitchen counter to pour myself a cup of hot coffee and try to make sense of this whole absurd situation.

"Hey Buck!" Sam gets my attention.

"Mmh" I just murmur with my lips glued to the cup and my gaze on the woman who is acting like I don't exist.

“I found your phone on the stairs earlier” my friend informs me.

“Thanks.I thought I lost it” I thank him, reaching out to grab the phone he is holding out to me.

“You got a call earlier.It was T’Challa.I wanted to ignore him but you know...he's a King so I answered.Not doing it seemed kind of rude to me” Sam tells me, getting Amaya a chuckle.

Oh!But then she is alive!

Sam turns to her.

"What Snow?"

Amaya continues to giggle.

"Did you think he could lock you up in a dungeon for insulting the King?"

I would like to ignore her and give her the same treatment that she is giving me but I fail miserably and my lips curve upwards in a half smile.

Sam raises an eyebrow and pinches her arm.

"Dumbass"

"Jerk"

Address each other smiling affectionately.

Their bond has always been strong, right from the start, but now there is much more complicity.

Much more affection.

On the other hand Sam told me, in these six months he has been very close to her and this has only increased the affection that unites them.

For a moment Amaya's gaze lingers on mine, giving me a brief smile.

As if I was only worth this.

A miserable attention.

"What did T'Challa want?" I ask Sam, returning to focus my attention on him.

"He wants to know if he has to send the jet tonight at the time you previously agreed.I told him you'd call him as soon as you got up.Even though he wished he wouldn't see your stupid white ass again so soon” he replies as he stands up.

Amaya at her side bursts out laughing and he kisses her on the head and then turns to me.

"I swear he told me" he insists with a sly smile on his lips.

"I doubt that a man of a certain depth like him talks like a boy who never grew up" I retort for my part.

Sam laughs shaking his head.

"Ok you are free not to believe me.But now I leave you alone.I'm sure you have a lot to talk about” he tells us smiling and walking out of the room.

Amaya and I are alone now.

"You ran away this morning" I accuse her straight away.

Without giving her time to even bother to come up with some pathetic excuse.

Amaya looks at me bewildered.

“I didn't run away.You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up.So I took the opportunity to take a shower and go down to breakfast”

Actually now that I look at her better I notice with regret that she no longer wears my t-shirt.

I watch her as she stands up and joins me.

"Listen to me, I don't know what's on your mind but at the moment you seem a bit too defensive.I go to my room to rest and try to tame this damn hangover headache.So…when you are ready you can come and find me”

So she says she passes me and leaves the room.

I remain motionless staring at the now empty place where she used to be.

“Oh I forgot!Come to say hello by before the jet arrives that will take you back to Wakanda” exclaims Amaya on the threshold of the door making me jump in surprise.

I thought she was gone.

I watch her walk away with a trembling step, the hangover still visible.

I should probably run after her but I prefer her to rest.

She is definitely not doing well.

Maybe after she gets a good sleep she'll be less irritable.

I sit staring at nothing, perhaps to make the time go by faster I could go to the gym to train a little but I definitely don't want to.

Damn.

I decide to call T’Challa back.

He answers me on the second ring.

"Are you all right my friend?"

"Yes.I just wanted to tell you that I still have some pending things here” I reply feeling like an idiot.

Do I really have some unfinished business?

Yet I have the impression that Amaya has again decided for both of them.

“Oh I forgot!Come to say hello by before the jet arrives that will take you back to Wakanda” she said it as if she already knew that I was going to leave.

She thinks so even though last night I promised her I would never leave her again.

And that can only mean that she doesn't know how to get out of what she said tonight.

"Have you talked to your Amaya?"

"It's complicated" I reply.

T’Challa's laughter rings in my ear.

"White Wolf women are complicated"

I laugh with him.

“Anyway, take your time.If you want to return you will be welcome but if you want to stay in New York do not hesitate" the King reassures me.

"Thank you my friend.Is Shuri taking care of Alpine?"

The King chuckles.

“Yeah.They seem...they seem to get along very well"

"Ok, see you soon"

"See you soon White Wolf"

I hang up and for the umpteenth time this morning I find myself torn between what I would like to do and what it would be right to do.

My foot taps nervously on the floor.

I can't wait.

Not anymore.

I did it for six months but that's enough.

I get up with conviction and stride resolutely towards Amaya's room.

I enter without knocking.

Amaya is sitting on the bed, with her arms hugging her knees and her gaze seems lost in nowhere.

Her eyes are red, as if she's been crying.

She jerks her head up when I throw the door open.

“Does this seem like the way to enter?This is rude” she exclaims but I ignore her.

I approach like a fury to her bed and grabbing her by her wrist I drag her down from it putting her back on her feet.

“Hey!What manners are these!" she moans as she jerks her wrist out of my grip.

But my Vibranium fingers are practically locked to her skin.

I roughly grab her chin with my free hand and lean over her kissing her.

But not a sweet short kiss like tonight.

No.

I kiss her hard, in anger.

I force her to open her mouth wide to allow my tongue to invade her mouth.

I take everything she denied me for almost a year.

I let go of both her wrist and face and wrap my arms around her waist.

She squirms just pushing her little hands against my chest.

"Leave me" tries to say as our lips are glued.

But I don't.

I move even closer to her, pressing my body against hers, making her bend backwards.

And there, in that precise moment, I feel that Amaya stops fighting and she surrenders to the kiss.

So I let go of her a little and continue to kiss her but with less anger.

I only kiss her with more love.

As we continue to kiss I feel a salty taste creep between our lips.

I slowly open my eyes and Amaya is crying, she keeps her eyes closed and as she kisses me big tears slide from her eyes.

I slowly detach myself from her.

"I love you" I whisper to her.

She opens her eyes again, stunning me with their beauty.

"I love you" I repeat, gently wrapping my fingers around her face.

"I love you" I repeat again as I kiss her wet cheeks.

"I love you" I repeat among the thousand kisses that I leave on her soft and trembling lips.

"I love you" I repeat for the umpteenth time lifting her in my arms and placing her on the bed.

I spread her legs apart using one knee and lower myself onto her, positioning myself between her legs and pressing her warm body against the mattress.

"I love you robin"

"I love you too" she replies in a whisper.

“So why are you crying?Is that such a bad thing?" I ask fearful of her answer.

She shakes her head and kisses me again.

With transport.

With ardor.

I return her kiss by sliding my lips along her neck, kiss every inch of it and she moans softly.

I grab the edges of her top and pull it off in a single gesture.

Underneath she is naked.

Her gorgeous breasts freak me out.

I lower my face onto it, titillating a nipple with my tongue and then sucking it into my mouth with voracity.

Amaya screams and dips her hands into my hair.

“I like your hair Sergeant Barnes.I like you like that” she moans sensually as I take care of her amazing tits.

I smile on her white skin abraded from my teeth and go back up to her lips.

"Really?" I ask looking her straight in her eyes while I with my hand go down towards her thigh, squeezing it and bringing it to my side.

This creates more friction between our bodies and I just rub my erection against the core of her pleasure.

Amaya arches swaying her hips trying to create more friction between our bodies.

"Mmh mmh.I also like your smooth face even though I loved the feel of your beard between my thighs” she admits shamelessly.

Ok, now it's too much.

I can't resist her anymore and with a sharp movement I tear off the shorts she's wearing, leaving her only with her panties on.

“They were new” she complains, giggling.

"I don't give a shit" I hiss while prey to an animal instinct I take off my shirt, yanking it and kneeling at the foot of the bed.

I grab Amaya by her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed and ripping out an amused scream from her.

Amused scream that is immediately replaced by a high-pitched moan as I gently squeeze her clit through the thin fabric of her panties between my teeth, panties that I push aside with two fingers.

I watch her marvelous femininity show up in front of my hungry gaze, her vulva covered with a light red hair.

Her red and swollen clit that it begs only to be worshiped.

I lift my eyes from this wonder of nature and find Amaya raised on her elbows as she watches me, she has red cheeks and eyes shining with pleasure.

Her chest rises and falls furiously.

"I love you" I tell her before dipping my face into her pussy.

And then...and then it's just heaven.

I suck her clit while with the tips of my cold fingers in Vibranium I tease her slit.

Amaya gasps relentlessly.

"I love you.You don't know how much I love you James” she whispers, her voice choked with pleasure.

At her words I push two fingers inside her while with my tongue I continue to take care of her clit.

I suck, kiss and lick as my fingers move mercilessly inside her.

The room is filled with screams and moans.

As my erection painfully grows more and more I can feel how close Amaya is to orgasm.

The muscles of her pussy convulsively tighten around my fingers.

And I push them deeper.

“Cum for me doll” I whisper on the hot skin of her sex.

"Yes sir" she gasps as she begins to meet the movement of my fingers with her pelvis.

Sir.

A word is enough for my brain to go totally to jelly.

Amaya cum forcefully but I don't give her the time to ride the wave of her orgasm as I lower my sweetpants along with the boxers and penetrate her hard.

I slide easily inside her but despite the fog of pleasure that clouds my mind I feel her body just stiffen.

I slow down my movements until I stop.

"I'm sorry" I whisper to her.

Shit.

Obviously she hasn't had sex in a long time and my out of the ordinary size obviously doesn't help.

"That's...that's ok.Just give me a couple of minutes” she whispers to me, tying her legs around my waist and planting her heels against my ass.

Her hands caress the back of my neck and she barely raises her head in search of my lips.

A sweet kiss, full of love.

"I love you James"

I smile beaming.

"You can't imagine how long I've been dreaming of hearing you say it again"

Our lips crush again and I begin to push inside her warm and soft body.

"God how I missed you" I gasp in the delicate curve of her neck.

Our moans merge to create a heavenly chorus for my ears.

“I feel at home doll.You are my home” I murmur as I search for her lips again.

Her delicate hands like butterfly wings move along my back, her fingernails scratch and pull whatever they find.

I lift myself by placing my entire weight on the palms of my hands and push with even more vehemence making Amaya bounces under me with every thrust.

I feel I am close.

I feel the orgasm mount unstoppable inside me.

Inexorable.

I look down at the exact point where our bodies collided.

"Please" Amaya moans writhing under me.

"Please what?" I ask, teasing her clit with my thumb.

"Please don't stop"

I shake my head with a mischievous smile.

"Please don't stop, what?" I ask in a hoarse voice, slowing down the rhythm of my thrusts.

Amaya's smile widens beautiful and angelic on her face.

"Sir please, don't stop" she sobs, she now are at the limit of pleasure.

I smile at her in turn and without any mercy I push until her orgasm overwhelms her and I follow her immediately after her, pouring my whole being into her womb.

I push until I feel my strength leave me and collapse on her body, my head resting gently on her chest as she plays with my hair.

We both have shortness of breath and crazy beating hearts, I can hear the echo of her pumping furiously.

We remain silent for a while until Amaya breaks the silence.

“I'm giving you a reason to stay…why you still want to go back to Wakanda?” she whispers in a sad voice as her fingers play with the locks of my hair.

I lift my face from her chest looking puzzled.

"What?" I ask incredulously.

"I thought...I thought that the promise you made me last night was worth something and instead you want to leave me again" she replies, avoiding my gaze.

I raise myself all the way up to sit up.

"What the hell are you talking about Amaya?"

She looks at me in confusion and raises an eyebrow.

“Earlier in the kitchen you didn't say anything to Sam's words, you were so serious.So grumpy that I thought you wanted to go away again.That all your beautiful words of the night before were just out of pity"

"Pity?"

"Yep" Amaya replies sitting up and picking up the blanket to cover herself.

“Amaya I was convinced that you regretted what you said.You practically disappeared without saying anything and in the kitchen you treated me coldly.I thought…I thought”

I shake my head smiling.

"We are two idiots, right?" Amaya chuckles.

"Definitely" I answer wrapping her in a hug.

"But you will go away anyway right?" Amaya murmurs and then kisses me on the chest and closes her fingers around the tags.

I move away a bit looking for her eyes.

“It will only be for a few days.A week at most.I have to get my things and my cat back” I tell her and then I kiss her lips.

Amaya laughs.

“Oh yeah!Alpine” she chuckles.

I laugh with her holding her back to my chest.

"Bucky?"

"Tell me robin"

"I love you"

I smile with my face buried in her hair.

"I love you too"

"Bucky?"

"Tell me" I giggle.

"I missed hearing myself called robin"

I laugh heartily at her and push her onto the bed, jumping on her and filling her face with kisses making her laugh.

Then I stand up pulling Amaya with me and with a confident gesture I pull the tags off my neck and positions around hers.

Where they should be.

"These belong to you" I whisper.

She strokes the one left around my neck.

The one she gave me a while ago.

“It was never a lie” she tells me.

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously not knowing what she is referring to.

"Forever yours.I always have been.All the time.And I always will be”

My sweet little Amaya.

Always so strong, authoritarian.

And instead in my arms she is so fragile and delicate.

"I know" I answer her touching her face with one hand.

She tilts her head to the side, rocking in my touch.

We remain still like that, she with her eyes closed and I caressing her cheekbone with my thumb.

"Bucky?"

I smile.

"You look like a broken record Snow"

She smiles too but she does it briefly and then turns serious and looks down at her hands that are torturing the blanket.

"What's going on doll?"

“I want you to know one thing.Lucas and I…we went further.We had sex”

I cut her off right away.

I can't bear to hear her talk about this.

“Amaya we hadn't been together for months, you were free to do what you wanted.You don't owe me any explanation”

“ Instead I want you to know that it only happened once.On the Christmas night.Before you left.Just only one time”

Amaya pauses and takes a deep breath.

“I'm not going to lie to you and say it was bad.It was nice but in more than a moment I found myself having to shut up my brain because it did nothing but compare him to you.I was unable to fully enjoy the moment because you were there, present in my thoughts.And if I could go back I wouldn't do it again because I'm only yours.My body, my heart and my soul respond only to you James.You...do you believe me?"

Her voice trembles a little and her sweet, piercing eyes are veiled with pain.

“Of course I believe you robin.Come here” I whisper about her grabbing her hand and helping her sit on my lap.

I brush her hair away from her face and she does the same to me.

We smile at each other.

"In my life I have lived many dark moments and I often felt alone even though I was surrounded by people who loved me...but then you arrived and despite everything, despite how things went between us you are and will always be my light at the end of the tunnel.You will always be my beautiful mistake”

Amaya smiles, a smile so beautiful and radiant it is contagious.

"You too are my most beautiful mistake"

We kiss for a few interminable minutes.

Our fingers in our hair and our tongues dance together sensually like two lovers entwined in a possessive embrace.

When we part Amaya pushes a lock of hair from my forehead bringing it behind my ear.

"I have to apologize Amaya" I whispered in a low voice.

"For what?"

“For killing your parents, for taking your family from you"

“Bucky!Bucky" she interrupts me, shaking her head and covering my mouth with her hand.

“It wasn't you.He was not the wonderful man I fell in love with.It's not your fault” she tells me smiling.

I grab her hand and move it from my mouth.

"But I shouldn't have hidden it from you"

Amaya shakes her head again.

"I was selfish.I thought only of myself and my pain.I have not even for a moment wondered what you were feeling.We both have our faults James but today we have the opportunity to start over.We can start from here and rewrite our history” she replies, giving me one of her most beautiful smiles.

Amaya is right.

We have a chance to start over, an opportunity to make our relationship really work.

I stand up remain completely naked in front of her eyes.

I remain silent extending my hand to her.

She laughs but without asking me any explanation she grabs my hand and gets up following my example.

"Come with me"

"Where?"

“Wakanda.Come with me” I repeat her.

“You have always wanted to visit Wakanda.I believe that there is no better opportunity” I add and grabbing both her hands and intertwining our fingers I place them on my chest.

“Bucky, I can't just drop everything like this.Fury, my job.New York.This place is my home” she replies nervously.

I laugh.

“I know doll.I'm not asking you to drop everything.See it as a vacation.Let's take some time just for the two of us.Away from everything and everyone”

Amaya looks at me seriously torturing her bottom lip between her teeth.

She seems torn, I see her sense of duty to fight against the desire to give up everything and take a breath of pure life.

I let go of her from her hands which rest on my chest and cling to my tag.

I caress her bare arms and lower my face to kiss her shoulder.

My hands gently wrap her face as I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs.

My fingers glide easily over her skin, ethereal and silky smooth.

I look at her intently trying to convey all the love I feel for her.

Then I ask her question that it will decide our future.

"So Amaya...are you coming away with me?"

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thoughts on bungou stray dogs season 5

woo, that was a fun binge-watch! ok, my (not spoiler free) thoughts:

this was a good season, really really good. i'm really impressed by asagiri's ability to keep us guessing and to play off old story patterns while also developing new ones—characterization's very consistent but also keeps developing in fresh and interesting directions. pacing's less wack than s3 (where fyodor appeared in like 3 episodes), the plot develops at a solid pace, the themes are really interesting

this was the gayest season i have seen so far and i've been letting this stupid show queerbait me for 6 years now, so that's saying something. fukichi and fukuzawa simultaneously have the energy of messily divorced exes, pining repressed best friends, and happily married couple all at once. if i was mori i'd be jealous (but it's mori so he's not, though i do appreciate mori/fukuzawa as a foil to fukichi/fukuzawa).

i'm not really the biggest fan of raising the stakes continuously overall, like i really don't think media needs to go like season 1. save my friend season 2. save my home season 3. save the world or some shit, it's fine to have similar magnitude of stakes throughout. but it's cool that asagiri's got the ambition to tackle some lofty questions—in particular i think nikolai's own struggle to determine his free will compared to fukichi's desire to strip free will from humanity in exchange for world peace is interesting.

i have never been particularly taken by fyodor, or fyodor's relationship with dazai, or fyodor's relationship with nikolai. but this season has finally caused me to cave and admit he's great. he's hilarious, he's a great foil to dazai (their weird 4D chess frenemyship is excellent, i understand why people ship them now), his dialogue is top tier and i fucking lost it when he faked having a split personality to the character with split hair because he (rightly) figured sigma would fall for it. like yes DRAG HIM

speaking of split haired characters, i miss Q, who had a lot of potential to add some more chaos to the mix and who i generally want to see more of (his fucked up gender energy and his being a lovehatechild of dazai and chuuya is so entertaining)

i'm...actually a bit disappointed that dazai did not actually let chuuya die, although i do like the direction asagiri took—in "double black," we saw chuuya place his trust in dazai, and it paid off. this time around, dazai placed his trust in chuuya—literally let him put a loaded gun to his head!!—and it paid off (and also chuuya got his revenge for dazai taking too long to nullify corruption last time, you know he had fun with those extra bullets).

i really enjoy that asagiri shows time and time again just how much these two trust each other, but at the same time, i think their relationship could actually be stress tested more—like, i genuinely wanted to see dazai placed into a real "pick chuuya or the ADA" situation! i want to see dazai and chuuya actually on opposite sides, not in truces or working together or whatnot, and i suspect that this will happen in the show's last arc—it's eventually going to circle back to ADA vs. PM, just like the beginning. TL:DR; i'm an insane dazai/chuuya shipper and the chokehold they have on me is so humiliating that i just don't talk about it 99% of the time. if i loved you less i would be able to talk about it more.

although i did 100% call him being OK with killing chuuya as BS, because there is no goddamn way dazai's last words to chuuya would ever be as mild and cliche as "we didn't really get along, but sometimes we understood each other." that man has been practicing dramatic monologues in his head daily for the last seven years. when he does deliver that monologue it's going to fucking SERVE

speaking of being taken in by fyodor: fine fine I GET THE DAZAI/CHUUYA X FYODOR/NIKOLAI PARALLELS NOW OKAY. not that i denied them before but we were really getting bashed over the head with it in the prison break episodes. being queerbaited by this show is better than a lot of actual media gay couples but it still hurts like a bitch.

i continue to want to wring atsushi's neck lol. akutagawa has never really been my fave or anything, but his character development is clearly progressing much faster (and i really really respect it) and our narrator still can't fucking form an opinion without one of his friends to guide him!! kyouka and lucy please ditch him and date each other instead. the lack of kyouka in this season was CRIMINAL.

i kind of ship kenji and tetchou now...i know the show is pushing tetchou and jouno but jouno is just so fucking MEAN and tetchou deserves someone who doesn't judge him for his quirks okay :(

tachihara biggest glow up of any character since the beginning of this show. the character development i didnt know i wanted

this season did a lot more work to humanize the hunting dogs (esp. the non-tachihara ones) and i enjoyed that a lot. teruko's role in the finale, killing the man she loved most because fukuzawa couldn't, absolutely murdered me. i think it's such a good step in her character arc as she has to figure out who she wants to be without him. also i appreciate that she's a badass female character who isn't a weirdly sexualized girlboss and is also a weirdo

aya and bram is truly one of the most bizarre pairs in this show and there are a lot of bizarre pairs, so that's saying something. i legitimately feel like asagiri picked some names out of a hat or spun a wheel for this or something. but i am excited for bram to figure out what he wants after spending forever being enslaved to others, and hope that this involves listening to the radio all day with a 10-year-old girl. the way children are portrayed in BSD as these incredibly vulnerable and impressionable people worthy of love and protection sincerely fucks me up so bad

loose ends: where is the help me note from? i assumed dazai wrote it, but i doubt it, and i also doubt he just left sigma to die. we still don't know what fyodor's ability is, which makes me nervous, since he is ALLEGEDLY dead. i wonder if it's nikolai's (frankly he does legitimately seem like the type to have split personality issues). i'm worried the antidote isn't an actual antidote, and we obviously haven't seen the end of nikolai. there's an actually comical amount of power in bram's hands now. mori's been fairly quiet this season, and there's no way he didn't plan a way for himself to benefit from the carnage. that man is a vulture, he exploits starving orphans off the street! and he sent in chuuya to save the ADA's ass twice and let akutagawa disappear for 2+ weeks! this man was just negotiating to have yosano join the mafia, you can't tell me he didn't get something for himself out of this.

honestly i kind of just want this shit with the hunting dogs and the decay of angels to end and to stop worrying about world domination so we can go back to the ADA battling yokohama's villain of the week, like man the tension has just been building nonstop. give the ADA a coffee break. 😭😭

ranpo fans are truly getting their time lately huh. we are winninggggg

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[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 230

John 1:4

SATAN’S STRUCTURE 37: MONEY AND FINANCE 1

Mat 6:24 NO MAN IS ABLE to be a servant to two masters: for he will have hate for the one and love for the other, or he will keep to one and have no respect for the other. YOU MAY NOT BE SERVANTS OF GOD AND OF WEALTH. BBE

So much has been said about MONEY in the course of these writings and we should simply say: “we have heard it all”, but you’d be surprised to know we may not have considered the “half of it”.

We’re studying Satanic Structures: the implements Satan sets up and is using to infiltrate the world and manipulate mankind, so let’s study MONEY, before fully discussing how Satan uses it.

Mat 6:24 “YOU CAN’T WORSHIP TWO gods AT ONCE. Loving one god, you'll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other. YOU CAN’T WORSHIP GOD AND MONEY BOTH”. MSG

Bible versions use master or god interchangeably, seeing both as meaning the same thing.

So, have we ever really considered what the word “god” means? Let’s ask English Dictionary.

1. A god is any supernatural being worshipped as controlling some part of the world or some aspect of life or who is the personification of a FORCE.

2. A Material EFFIGY that is worshipped.

Deu 6:4 Listen, Israel! THE LORD OUR GOD IS THE ONLY TRUE GOD! CEV

In the first place, beloved, the commonest comparison is usually between God and hundreds of other images, effigies or objects.

How did Money come to be the only comparison against God here?

If money is not regarded in the class of all the other gods but is placed as a lone entity against God, it must imply that money is extremely powerful, isn’t it?

So, let’s find out, beloved, what Money is.

Ecc 10:19 A meal is made for laughter, and wine makes life pleasant, BUT MONEY IS THE ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING. GW

Dictionary definition: Money is the most common medium of exchange, which functions as legal tender.

So you see, there may be so many gods and one per nation but every human uses money.

Nations may never agree to share gods and may never be able to force people to serve each other’s gods but they can easily agree on the use of money for exchange of essential commodities. Got it?

Rom 1:25 They traded the truth of God for a lie. THEY BOWED DOWN AND WORSHIPED THE THINGS GOD MADE INSTEAD OF WORSHIPING THE GOD WHO MADE THOSE THINGS. He is the one who should be praised forever. Amen. ERV

But money is an invention for convenience, like every other object or idol that men worship, right?

Psa 135:15-17 IDOLS OF SILVER AND GOLD ARE MADE AND WORSHIPED IN OTHER NATIONS. They have a mouth and eyes, but they can't speak or see. They are completely deaf, and they can't breathe. CEV

Money was invented long after the beginning of creation, when men started realizing that Trading – exchange of goods and services – was not properly reflecting values of things offered or received.

Even in Nigeria, over 100 years ago, “Trade by barter” was applied until the consideration for Cowries, culminating in the invention of the Naira.

How did money go “up” so potently and fast?

Gen 17:12 He who is eight days old among you shall be circumcised. Every male throughout your generations, whether born in your house OR BOUGHT WITH YOUR MONEY from any foreigner who is not of your offspring, ESV

Above was the first direct reference to Money in scriptures, though Hagar in Gen 16:1 must have been bought too.

It’s sad to me that the reference is to the purchase of human beings with money.

Up till today and all over the world, human trafficking is still going on and people are sold as slaves, meat and ritual objects.

Slave Trades indeed has always steadily been a “cross-country” affair.

Gen 37:28 and when some Midianite traders came by, THE BROTHERS PULLED JOSEPH OUT OF THE WELL AND SOLD HIM FOR TWENTY PIECES OF SILVER to the Ishmaelites, who took him to Egypt. GNB

So, if men can boldly sell their own brother for just 20 pieces of Silver, then even the value of souls can become reduced before men because of money.

Money must thence be extremely powerful.

Money power made Judas sell Jesus, who was so important in the lives of men and so powerfully miraculous, for just 30 pieces of Silver.

Then we know we have a serious matter at hand to discuss.

Zec 11:13 The LORD then said to me, “THROW TO THE POTTER THAT EXORBITANT SUM AT WHICH THEY VALUED ME!” SO I TOOK THE THIRTY PIECES OF SILVER and threw them to the potter at the temple of the LORD. NET

Even Jesus, who is also God Himself, can also be sold for money. This is the extent of Control Money has over men.

The opening verse calls it “Master”, meaning controller.

How could this work really?

We will have to come back to discuss this next time, as I pray that God will deliver us all from the stronghold of money and from its various traps, in Jesus name, Amen.

Come back on Wednesday for more digging into this intriguing subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, August 1, 2022

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Time To Let Go

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author note: fewer tears this time around 😅 might do a part two if enough people want it.

Poly!Marauders x fem!slytherin!reader (reader doesn't have a specified race, but she isn't fair skinned)

word count: 960

warning(s): smut, clit stimulation, titty sucking, fingering, miscommunication trope?, angst, like one curse word i think

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I honestly knew this day was coming. I knew it from the moment I first met Lily. Fair skin, green eyes, red hair, perfect. She’s so incredibly kind. How could you not like her? The boys really do. They don’t think I’ve noticed, but I have. It’s been like this for 4 months.

My parents would never have approved of them. My whole bloodline is Slytherin and that’s how I was told it would stay and here I go falling for a few goofy Gryffindors.

Remus went with Sirius and James to quidditch practice, so I felt like this would be the perfect time to come get my stuff from their room.

My heart clenches when I walk into the empty room. A room I didn’t think I’d have to say goodbye to until we all graduated yet here I am, 2 years premature, leaving.

During our honeymoon phase the boys were beyond obsessed with me. So obsessed that they hated being without me, so whenever I would come over I’d leave a piece of clothing for each of them for whenever our schedules didn’t collide.

 I go to Sirius’ bed first. His trunk is pretty full, but I’m able to find my stuff pretty quickly. I let him have my sweater that I bought just because. It’s his favorite color and he claims it heavily smells like me. It was worth the sacrifice to see the smile on his face.

 Every memory playing in front of my eyes like a movie. How he used to hold me in his arms after a long day. How he would lay in my lap reading mystery novels that he said was oh so boring but begged me to skip doing homework to continue reading. How he would hold my arms behind my back while Remus lazily rubbed my clit, so I don’t move during my punishment for being bratty throughout the day. How he would whisper in my ear, degrading me for being a spoiled brat and how if it was up to him, he wouldn’t touch me at all. He’d use my throat and fuck it until I couldn’t speak.

Next is James. He always loved my green jumper. Sleeps with it every night. I go to look for it under his pillow and sure enough it’s there. I wonder if he even remembers it’s there. I hold it up to my nose and hug it. It doesn’t even smell like me anymore. It’s pure James.

I remember how whenever I first wore it around him he said it complimented my skin tone. He then proceeded to grab the middle of it and pull me towards him. Moments later it was pulled over my tits while his face replaced where my bra once was. It became a routine that whenever it was just us we would lay in his bed and his mouth would suck on my nipples for hours. He would every so often look up at me with a dreamy look in his eyes which in turn would send a feeling right down to my pussy and I would get more wet with every pull and every look.

Lastly is Remus. I actually didn’t give him any clothing. I gave him my charm bracelet and in  exchange I got his ring. Neither of them anything special, but it reminded us of each other.

Whenever all of us would be intimate and I wasn’t being punished, Rem would sit behind me rubbing my thighs to calm the shaking from Sirius overstimulating my clit while slowly thrusting his fingers in, but not showing any sign of letting up any time soon. The feeling of the bracelet caress my skin sending a shiver down my spine.

I look at the ring on my finger for a minute before finally taking it off and placing it in the middle of his bed.

Once I get to the door, I look around one last time. My heart feels heavy and so do my arms from holding the jacket and jumper. I feel a sob creeping up my throat, so I turn around and walk out their door for the last time.

James POV

“Do you think she’ll like it Lils?” I ask Lily.

“Look, all I’m saying is that if she doesn’t accept your guys’ promise ring then I will. I wish I had a boyfriend like you guys.”

“Sorry, but I don’t think anyone can be as good as us.” Sirius says.

We say our last goodbyes to her and head to the common room. I can’t wait to see her face in a few days after our anniversary picnic that we have planned for her. I’m so glad Lily was willing to help us find this ring. Coming up with ideas was probably the hardest thing we had ever done.

Sirius and I come to the door to see it open. We look at each other with our brows furrowed, but continue to walk in.

Remus is just standing by his bed holding what seems like a ring.

“You good Moony?”

He shakes his head no and looks up at us.

“She’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Y/n. She returned my ring.”

I run over to my bed and find her jumper gone. No. No. Why would she leave? I feel the tears in my eyes threaten to spill

I turn to see Sirius throwing things out of his trunk. Clothes and school supplies flying everywhere.

“She took her sweater back. I don’t understand. I just don’t understand. What did we do?”

I see tears in his eyes as well.

“No. I refuse. We’re going to go find her. Now.” Sirius says before starting towards the door. Remus and I quickly fell in step with him.

part two

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Trial Run

Part one and three 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers!

Synopsis: last week you hated each other, this week you’re making out in his bed.

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Since you and Peter weren’t exactly friends before, you didn’t have each other’s numbers. You had no way of communicating with him once you went home. Meaning, you had no idea what you’d be walking in to on Monday. All you knew was you made out with your former rival. You didn’t know what it meant to him; you barely knew what it meant to you. So when you saw him at the lockers upon entering school, you had to brace yourself.

You walked up to your locker and kept your head straight as you unlocked it. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you, just as you could feel him fumbling for words to say.

“Hey.” You said casually without looking over at him. You were doing your best to play it cool, when you were internally freaking out around him.

“Hey.” Peter said immediately, overly excited that you were the first to speak. “How are you? Um, how was your weekend?”

“Good.” You said simply. “How was yours?”

“Good.” Peter nodded. He stared at you for a minute as he worked up the courage to say something better.

“I thought about you a lot.” He said quietly, adverting his eyes so he wouldn’t lose his nerve. You sucked in a sharp breath, hating how easily he could fluster you.

“Did you now?” You asked without looking at him.

“Yeah.” He smiled shyly. “I really liked it when you kissed me.”

You couldn’t help smiling at his words, despite you trying to fight it. You looked at him, saw his signature shit eating grin, and rolled your eyes.

“I liked it too.” You said quietly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Okay, good.” He nodded happily. “We’re on the same page.”

“I guess we are.” You looked at him as you shut your locker.

“In that case, do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked hopefully as he twisted his shirt around his fingers. For once, you found his nervous behavior to be cute. You wanted to say yes, but you had to make sure he was all in first.

“Not yet.” You decided. “I said I’d be willing to give this a try. I can’t commit to anything until I know what kind of boyfriend you’d make.”

“How can I prove to you that I’d be a good boyfriend?” Peter wondered. You pursed your lips as you thought about it, not having thought that far ahead. You looked down at the books in your arms and held them out to him.

“Carry my books.” You instructed.

“Okay.” Peter took your books from you and walked with you when you moved.

“I like old fashioned romantic gestures.” You explained as you walked together. “Carrying books, opening the door, asking the father for permission to date, things like that. I want a gentleman. I wouldn’t date anything less.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as he made a metal note. “I can be a gentleman.”

“Walk faster.” You commanded, and he picked up his pace. “I don’t just want you to be a gentleman though. You have to be rough with me sometimes. Tell me when I’m being ridiculous and shut me up with a kiss every now and then.”

“Nice. I finally know a way to shut you up.” Peter joked.

“Cute.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m telling you all of this now because I think communication is the most important thing in a relationship. This is what I want in a relationship. If you can’t give it to me, then we’ll just be friends. No harm done.”

“Okay. Gentleman, kisses, books. I can do this.” Peter hyped himself up.

“Good.” You smiled and stopped walking. “So what are your conditions for a relationship?”

“I don’t know if I have any.” Peter realized. “I’ve never been in a a relationship before.”

“Well what do you want from me?” You asked him. Peter thought about it for a minute before making a decision.

“Can I hold your hand?” He asked, and you fought back a smile at his innocence. You looked down at his free hand and frowned suddenly as something dawned on you.

“Are you still gonna like me if I start being nice to you?” You asked without looking at him.

“What?” He asked. “Of course I will.”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. “What if you had some underlying degradation kink that I was fueling? And if I stop being mean to you, you’ll stop liking me.”

“I liked you before you were mean to me.” Peter assured. “And I don’t have that kink. At least, I don’t think I do.”

You looked at him for a minute, unsure of what you wanted.

“I don’t want to start this if you’re gonna break my heart.” You said quietly.

“Hey.” He said comfortingly. “I won’t do that. I’ve never broken a girls heart before.”

“Didn’t you say you’ve never been in a relationship before?”

“Yes.” He realized. “But even if I had, I wouldn’t have broken anyones heart. Not on purpose, at least. You have just as much of a chance of breaking mine.”

“I’ll try not to.” You smiled a little.

“I would appreciate that.” He told you. Your smile widened as you fell just a little bit more for Peter. You let out a dramatic sigh and looked up at the ceiling.

“You can hold my hand.” You said like it was inconvenient for you.

“I appreciate that even more.” Peter grinned as he took your hand. You continued walking to class, hand in hand.

You reached your classroom and stood outside of it, hesitant to go inside. You’d only ever sat in that class as Peter’s rival, and now you guys were almost dating. You looked at him holding your books and squeezed his hand gently.

“Just so you know, I want this to work.” You told him honestly. Peter’s cheeks turned pink as he gave you a small nod.

“I do too.”

“Good.” You smiled. “Now get inside. I don’t like being late.”

You and Peter walked into the classroom hand and hand with his books still in his arms. Before you could take a seat, your teacher stopped you.

“Wow.” She folded her arms and smirked. “It looks like my plan worked.”

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“Making you guys partners seems to have paid off.” She pointed to your books in Peter’s arms.

“Peter was just taking a break from his usually monkey brained self to do something polite.” You stammered.

“And Y/n couldn’t carry her books because she’s too busy carrying the weight of being the most obnoxious person in this part of New York.” Peter followed up.

“Mhm.” She nodded. “And the hand holding?”

“It was his idea.” You said at the same time as Peter said, “She let me.”

“Right.” She clicked her tongue. “Take a seat you two.”

You and Peter took your usual seats and kept quiet the entire class. The rest of the class was quick to notice the absence of the typical taunting banter that usually occurred between you and Peter. In its place, much to everyone’s surprise, was your dangling hands holding each other’s under the desks. His left hand was reaching forward while yours was reaching back, meeting in the middle and staying that way throughout the period. You didn’t know why you let him hold you hand the entire time. He didn’t know either. All you knew was you liked the feeling of his hand in yours.

At lunch time, you found yourself walking towards Peter’s table instead of sitting with your other friends. You had no idea why you wanted to sit with him, but you felt yourself missing him throughout your classes. You silently put your lunch down next to him and began to eat. Peter and Ned exchanged a look and Peter nearly choked on his food.

“You’re sitting here?” Peter asked with a mouth full of food.

“Is there a problem?” You asked as you looked between him and Ned.

“No.” Peter shook his head. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m happy to see you.”

“Shut up, loser.” You snickered as you leaned into him. He leaned back before wrapping an arms around your shoulders. Ned stared at the two of you in shock, usually accustomed to you going at each other’s throats. When Peter told him you’d kissed, he thought he was kidding.

“So are you guys like a couple now?” Ned asked, interrupting the moment. Peter didn’t know how to answer, so he looked to you.

“We’re giving it a test run.” You shrugged. “For now, we’re just casually dating.”

“When will you know if you want to be a couple?” Ned continued.

“I kinda had the same question.” Peter said sheepishly. You thought about it for minute, not exactly sure of your answer.

“Tell you what.” You decided. “If I ever look at you and feel an overwhelming need to kiss you, thats when I’ll know.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded. “I can work with that.”

“So how’s your project going Ned?” You asked as you changed the subject.

“Well, Gwen and I haven’t started dating, so not as good as yours.” He joked.

“Yeah, well. She’s missing out.” You winked at him.

“Not really.” Ned shrugged. “I’m exactly like Peter, just without the abs.”

“And I’m like Ned without the beautiful Hawaiian complexion.” Peter complimented back.

“Woah. Didn’t realize sitting here meant I’d be third wheeling on your date.” You joked.

“You’re not.” Peter didn’t get the joke. “You can sit here whenever you want.”

“Not that I care”, you prefaced ‘“but did you say Peter had abs? As in defined abdominal muscles?”

“Yeah.” Ned nodded as Peter’s face went red. You looked at him with a knowing smile and he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Don’t.” He warned you.

“I knew you were on steroids!” You said excitedly. “I called it and I was right.”

“I am not on steroids.” Peter whined.

“I knew it.” You insisted. “Your arms got bigger practically overnight and now you have abs?”

“I work out.” Peter lied.

“No you don’t.” You snorted.

“I’m Spider-Man.” He tried again.

“I’d believe you work out before I’d believe that.” You told him, much to his relief.

“Then I guess we’ll never know.” He shrugged, sneaking a knowing glance at Ned. “Do you want to come over later? We can continue working on the project.”

“Sure.” You shrugged, feeling nervous butterflies in your tummy. “I’ll meet you by the lockers after the last bell.”

“Don’t be late.” He smiled.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You deadpanned, making his smile fall.

“I’m just kidding.” You smiled. “God, you’re so gullible.”

“You don’t like to make things easy, do you?” Peter joked as he leaned on his hand to stare at you. The way he was looking at you sent a wave of butterflies into your tummy, causing you to look away.

“Hm.” You grinned. “No I do not.”

~

“Hey May.” Peter called as he set his keys down by the door. Your heart rate quickened when you heard footsteps coming into the room.

“Hey, Peter. How was your -oh! Hello.” May stopped short when she noticed you standing behind him.

“Hi, Miss Parker. I’m Y/n.” You introduced yourself since you didn’t meet her last time you were over.

“You’re Y/n?” May asked. “The one from your physics class?”

“Yeah. Peter and I have a few classes together actually.”

“Is this the one you called a b-“

“Beautiful, sweet Angel.” Peter cut her off and smiled at you. “Yes, this is her.”

“Oh.” She was surprised. “Hi. You can call me May.”

“It’s nice to meet you, May.” You smiled as you shook her hand.

“You too. Wow.” She laughed. “You’re nothing like I pictured.”

“May.” Peter said warningly.

“What?” She asked. “The way you described her, I figured she had horns and a little tail.”

“Oh, I do.” You nodded. “I just hide them well.”

“Peter.” May said pointedly. “She’s not nearly as bad as you told me. What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“We have a group project.” He said.

“We’re also dating.” You followed up. Peter looked at you in pleasant surprised, feeling very happy that you said that.

“Finally.” May scoffed. “I knew you liked her. No one whines that much about a girl he doesn’t like.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it.” May said. “Do you guys need anything before I go? Snacks? Drinks? Condoms?”

“We’ll take some condoms.” You said casually. May raised her eyebrows as Peter choked on his saliva.

“Kidding.” You said through an awkward smile. “That was a joke. Thank you, though.”

“We’re gonna go to my room now.” Peter quickly ushered you out of the room. “Bye May!”

“It was nice meeting you!” You called as he pushed you into his room. As soon as his door was closed, you put your hands on your hips.

“You told you aunt I was a bitch.” You pointed at him accusingly.

“No.” Peter pointed back at you. “I told her you were a brat.”

“Oh.” You relaxed. “Well that’s not that bad.”

“Is that a deal breaker?” Peter worried. “I kinda told her we hate each other.”

“Peter, you have to stop being so worried about messing this up.” You said as you rubbed his arms. “I told you, I want this to work. You have to relax a little.”

“Okay.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just having a hard time believing you like me back.”

“I like you some of the time.” You shrugged before cracking a smile.

“Hey.” He whined.

“I’m teasing.” You told him. “I’m just getting used to being nice to you. If it makes you feel better, I’m starting to like you a lot more.”

“I guess that does make me feel better.” He mumbled.

“Good.” You smiled and patted his cheek. “Now stop whining about it, brat.”

“You’re the brat.” He scoffed playfully as he put his hand over yours. You sucked in a breath at how close you were, hearing your heartbeat in your ears. Peter’s eyes fell to your lips before going back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly.

“Shut the fuck up.” You matched his soft tone with a harsh one.

“Okay.” He backed up. “Sorry.”

“I’m kidding.” You assured him as you pulled him back to you. “You can kiss me.”

He rolled his eyes at you before cracking a smile.

“You’re mean.” He mumbled as he put his hands on your face.

“Yeah, but you like that.” You whispered as you leaned up to kiss him. He pulled your closer by your face as you slid your hands under his shirt. He was a surprisingly good kisser for someone who had never been in a relationship before, and you wanted to test his limits. You dragged your fingernails down his stomach and just as Ned told you, he had abs. He groaned at the unfamiliar feeling and began to move backwards. You followed him until you both fell on the bed. Peter rolled on top of you and continued kissing you, slipping his fingers through yours to hold your hands. You licked his bottom lip and he took the hint to open his mouth. His kisses were clumsy and awkward, but you absolutely loved them. You made out on his bed just like last time, your project long forgotten. Neither of you had any idea how much time had passed before you both collapsed on his bed to catch your breath. You rolled over and rested your head on Peter’s chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath you. You rested your hand on his stomach, mindlessly playing with the soft material of his sweater.

“Hm.” You pouted as Peter wrapped an arm around you and rubbed your shoulder with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” He wondered.

“I really like you.” You realized as you made a disgusted face.

“Is that a bad thing?” He chuckled.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “I don’t want to have feelings. Especially not for you. We’re supposed to be enemies but…”

“But what?” Peter asked when you trailed off.

“But I never want to leave this bed.” You mumbled as you you held him closer. Peter laughed again and kissed the top of your head.

“It’s okay.” He insisted. “I really like you too.”

“Gross.”

“If I have to stop worrying about messing this up, you have to stop worrying about letting this happen.” He reasoned. “It’s okay that we like each other. I didn’t see it coming either.”

You let out a sigh and gazed up at him.

“I hate when you’re right.” You mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to get used to that.” He told you as he stroked your face.

“Why would I get used to something that only happens once a month?” You asked. He gave you a look so you smiled.

“Kidding.” You told him. “We can still bully each other, right? Or does that have to stop if we’re dating.”

“It depends. You said you need communication, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I don’t like it when you make jokes about me being on steroids. I’m scared people are going to believe you and then I’m gonna have to pee in a cup in front of the principle. I’m very pee shy.”

“Thank you for letting me know.” You laughed. “I won’t make those jokes anymore.”

“What about me?” He asked. “What’s off limits?”

“Well unlike you, I can take a joke, so nothing is off limits for me.” You shrugged, always taking the opportunity to tease him.

“Hardy har.” He said sarcastically.

“Actually, wait.” You thought of something. “Don’t call me a bitch. Brat is fine but bitch crosses the line.”

“That’s easy.” He said. “I only ever called you that in my head anyway.”

You gave him a look and he laughed.

“Kidding.” He mimicked your voice. “You have my word. I won’t ever call you that.”

“All right.” You sighed in content. “I feel better now.”

“Does this mean I can start calling you my girlfriend?” Peter asked.

“Not yet.” You decided. “I haven’t decided if I want to do this for real yet. I’m still weighing my options.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Take your time. No pressure.”

“Well that makes it sound like you don’t care either way.” You whined as you sat up.

“I do. I do care.” He assured you as he sat up. “But I don’t want to rush you. I really want to give this a try, but only if you do too.”

You looked at him for a while as you processed what he said.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He wondered.

“You’re making it really hard to justify not liking you all these years.” You told him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Good.” He shrugged. “I want you to like me.”

“I got my heart broken pretty badly in the past.” You whispered. “Because I liked someone a little too much.”

“I already told you, I’m not gonna break your heart. I’m not like that.”

Your lips tweaked into a smile before you leaned in to kiss him.

“You better not be.”

~

You continued casually dating Peter throughout the week, getting closer to telling him you wanted to be his girlfriend every day. He carried your books for you, opened your door, and shut you up with kisses, just like you asked. By Friday, you were ready to make it official. You found him in the hallway between classes but before you could tell him what you decided on, he started to speak.

“What are you doing after school today?” He asked as he bounced on his heels.

“Volunteer Club was cancelled so nothing.” You answered. “Why?”

“I want to take you somewhere.” He explained. “But it’s a surprise.”

“I knew it.” You shook your head. “I knew you and your cult were gonna kill me.”

“There is no cult.” He huffed. “Just meet me here after school, okay?”

“Okay.” You looked at him skeptically as he broke out into a grin. “But what-“

Peter cut you off with a kiss before telling you, “It’s a surprise! No more questions.”

He quickly scurried away before you could ask him anything else, leaving you a blushing mess in the hallway.

~

After school, you walked with Peter’s hands over your eyes to an unknown location. The walk was pretty far and his hands we’re starting to get sweaty on your face. If you didn’t like him so much, you would have complained.

“Okay.” Peter announced. “We’re here. You can look.”

Peter uncovered your eyes and let you look around. When you realized he had brought you to a cemetery, you looked at him for answers.

“I was doing a little research, I hope you don’t mind.” He prefaced. “This lot is closest to the Grey Sloan Memorial hospital, so it’s where they put most of their car crash victims.”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you kept your eyes ahead. “I know.”

“This is where they buried your parents, right?” He asked quietly. You looked at him, impressed that he was able to find out where they were, and nodded.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “It is.”

“Can you take me to them?” He asked politely. You opened your mouth to speak, but found no words. Instead, you took Peter’s hand and lead him to your parents graves.

There was a pile of roses laid in front of the headstones, all in different stages of decomposition. Peter took his backpack off his shoulders and pulled out two roses. He handed one to you and kept the other in his hand. Before you could say anything, Peter got down on one knee in front of the headstone.

“Mr. and Mrs. L/n, it’s an honor to meet you.” He began. “My name is Peter Parker. I’m sure Y/n has complained about me a few times to you guys. I’ve definitely given her a lot to complain about.”

You chuckled at his words as tears came to your eyes. You thought what he was doing was sweet, if a little morbid. You knew his intentions were pure and that’s what mattered.

“I came here today for two reasons. The first was to meet the parents of the most unpredictable, intelligent, and beautiful person I have ever met. She’s also super annoying. Like, you would not believe how annoying this girl is.” He joked. “Or I guess, maybe you would. In my opinion, she gets a little easier to endure everyday.”

Peter looked back at you to see if you were still listening, and you gave him a thumbs up.

“My other reason for coming here was to formally ask you for permission to date your daughter.” He continued. “I know it’s ultimately her decision, but she likes old fashioned romantic gestures. So here I am, asking for your blessing.”

You covered your mouth with your hand as happy tears fell from your eyes. Not only had Peter remembered what you listed off to him, he followed through with the most thoughtful romantic gesture you’d been given. He turned around again to look at you, shielding his eyes from the setting sun.

“They’re kinda quiet.” Peter joked. “Do you think they said yes?”

“Peter?” You said weakly.

“Yes?”

“I’m feeling that overwhelming need to kiss you right about now.” You told him with a tearful smile.

“I bet you are, loser. Can you give me a minute? I’m in the middle of a conversation.” He rolled his eyes before turning back to the headstone. “So, you guys enjoying the weather?”

You let out a laugh and wiped your face free of tears.

“Peter. Stand up right now.”

Peter obliged and stood up to face you.

“You said you liked romantic gestures.” He began to apologize. “It was either this or I pull out a ouija board and-“

You cut Peter off by throwing your arms around him and kissing him. He kissed you back immediately, stabilizing you as you stumbled into him. Something inexplicable made this kiss feel different from the last ones. This time, you were letting yourself feel everything you wanted to feel for Peter.

“Wait.” You pulled away suddenly and held him back from you.

“What’s wrong?” He worried.

“I don’t want to get caught making out with my boyfriend in a graveyard.” You told him. “That’s too weird. Even for you.”

“You called me your boyfriend.” Peter smiled happily, ignoring everything you said except that.

“Did I?” You played dumb. “I didn’t even notice.”

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