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whateverisbeautiful · 3 months

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#12: Kiss Of Life (S7E05)

Ooh it’s called the Kiss of Life for a reason. 🤩 No one does passion like Richonne. ❤️‍🔥 This marvelous scene seriously has a hold on me and features my absolute favorite Richonne kiss (thus far 😏). The moment is just so good and mesmerizes me like no other. It's legitimately hypnotic. And that’s why, even tho Rick and Michonne barely speak in this scene, it absolutely makes my top 12. And you know the kiss is good when you have multiple favorite parts of it lol...

First, it’s important to note that it’s not just the kiss that makes me adore and appreciate this scene but how extremely meaningful this exchange is based on where Rick and Michonne are at during this part of the story.

This was one of the hardest and most depressing seasons for them as they wrestled with losing people they loved and then being expected to be Negan’s servants indefinitely.

And during this Negan era, it’s one of the rare times when Rick and Michonne are on notably different pages about how to approach the situation. And while Michonne told Rick she’d try to accept this way of "life," it’s clearly eating away at her to just sit and let Negan torment her family.

It’s eating away at Rick too, but with the love he has for tf, and especially for Michonne and his children, at this stage in the show he really feels like he’d rather suffer like this with them than fight and lose them.

This was such a tough time for them, and yet Rick and Michonne's love so heartily prevails with this special kiss. It's the definition of true love's kiss, if you ask me. 🤩

So first, I always feel for Rick at the top of 7.05 when he’s talking to Carl, who is understandably frustrated and behaving coldly to his dad. All Rick wants is for his family to be okay, and they’re so clearly not okay right now, which you know weighs on him.

And I’m not the only one who feels for him because Michonne is of course also in the room for this Grimes family moment, and she seems to be really empathizing with Rick as well.

So then Rick and Aaron walk out of the room, and Michonne follows and, again, shoutout Aaron for leaving to give Rick and Michonne a private moment lol. Cuz the moment was perfection. 😍 Like for real tens across the board...

Rick and Michonne stand in front of each other, and Rick invites her to join them if she changes her mind. I love that he always wants her with him.

I remember even watching live, I could tell that Michonne wanted to go with him too, cuz magnets don’t part. But she’s of the mindset that she has to try and go out on her own to fight this for the both of them if he’s not ready to fight back yet.

Michonne quietly and compassionately says, "good luck" and even tho Rick is clearly sad and knows this could be a moment of distancing, he still wants to close the gap and at least hug her goodbye, which I appreciate. 🥰

So he goes in for this hug, and whenever I think back to when I first watched this scene live, I just smile because I remember how excited I was that Rick was simply going to hug Michonne and maybe kiss her on the cheek or whatever it looked like he was about to do. But little did I know we were in for something...

Because as he goes in for this cute husband-off-to-work hug, Michonne stops him by gently placing her hand on his face. And I will forever love the choreography of this whole moment.

I love that it’s this moment of Michonne redirecting to let Rick know she wants to send him off right and make it crystal clear to him that even tho they’re going different ways right now, she is not upset with him, disappointed in him, or pulling away from him.

So she warmly takes his face, and then there's this subtle moment where Rick does that signature Rick Grimes head tilt in her hands as he tries to assess what this moment is about.

You can see a heartbreaking split second of Rick seemingly wondering if this is her literally and figuratively pushing him away. And what most pains me is knowing Rick thinks he deserves whatever disappointment or distance Michonne might potentially feel toward him. 😭

His past relationship saw his former wife push him away during a very vulnerable time after he had to kill his best friend for trying to kill him, so it's like he's briefly expecting something like that again.

But one thing that wonderful woman Michonne is always going to do is let Rick know, this is different. 🙌🏽

It's the very thing Rick told Carl the literal morning after he and Michonne first got together - where homeboy didn't even want to wait a few hours before reassuring his son that he and Michonne are gonna be long-term. (which I always am just fully amused by that whole 6.11 scene btw. from rick lowkey forgetting he's talking to his son by emphasizing, "it just happened," carl's reaction to seeing his dad in a tizzy, and judith's 'office' look in the camera. gold 😂. michonne's fam is the cutest, y'all)

And "this is different" has remained an accurate way to describe the elevated love Richonne has with each other.

Because see, now Rick isn't with a love in his life, he's with the love of his life. He's with the one (& only 👑). This is his unequivocal soulmate who will be by his side through any and everything. And I love that Michonne always manages to show Rick that he's met his match in a way he's never experienced before.

So thankfully Rick doesn’t have to ponder what this moment is about for long because Michonne quells any and all of those fears when she proceeds to kiss him with passion in an abundance. It’s utterly perfect. 😍😍😍

No words needed, and she still manages to say everything. I still love you. I still crave you. And I’m still with you was expressed loud and clear. 👏🏽

And Michonne really is such a commendable queen for doing this and making sure no wedge was created between her and her husband. This kiss really made any distance they had prior disappear, and it so beautifully let Rick know he is still cherished and appreciated by his wife.

He needed this moment more than he could probably even express. But of course, without even having to say it, Michonne knew this was needed because she always knows her man. 😊

This moment also feels like something she's been wanting to do since that fateful and scary night in the line-up where there were several times she could've lost him.

Like you know the fact that Rick is still with her and they're still alive, is something she's grateful for and doesn't take for granted. So she needed this moment too. And this kiss lets everyone know that while Negan may have nearly broken their spirits, he can never break their love.

The level of passion in this kiss is great for many reasons, but especially because you know after the lineup Rick and Michonne are now both so much more aware of how quickly things can go fatally wrong and how whenever you leave home and part ways you really could not make it back home to each other. It makes me think about how Glenn left ASZ just to quickly retrieve Daryl, but then he never returned to their home again. 😢

So as Rick prepares to go off on this run with Aaron, he and Michonne really kiss like it could be their last because that's an unfortunate possibility. (even though not too much of a possibility since they're the ones who live, amen. 😌)

And then my absolute favorite part of this kiss is when Rick so clearly gets fully immersed in this moment with Michonne and pulls her closer to him. I freaking LOVE that little gesture of him pulling her into him. 😍 It felt like it was Rick's turn to also let Michonne know - I still love you. I still crave you. I’m still with you.

Rick and Michonne just fit so perfectly together and I love the way they can always get lost in each other. Truly, in that moment for them, it felt like they were the only two in the world and all the other stuff didn’t matter. Their ability to be so present with each other is so special. 🥹

And she was already so close to him but the fact that he pulled her even closer...Magnets. And then whoever pointed out that Michonne kisses his top and bottom lip is a real one because I never noticed it before, but now it’s my other favorite part of this moment. 😋

They were really wild for this whole kiss, y'all. It feels great to be so spoiled. And we're Blessed with a capital B that this ship is literally everything we could dream of. 😌

This kiss is of course steamy and heavenly, but also it is just so powerful. For Rick and Michonne to be going through what they’re going through and feeling so differently about their current circumstances, it is so powerful that they close the gap rather than widen it. That they express authentic love for each other more than opposition.

This moment solidified that Richonne has what it takes to rise above anything and that even when they have entirely different opinions on a subject as big and serious as how to approach fighting for their lives and their people, they will still always be with each other. Wholly, Deeply, & Forever.

Again, I so appreciate that Richonne always chooses each other. And also this kiss was only our second time seeing them kiss like this since their canon ep, and man did they deliver. Like...

I’ve always felt that something so special about Richonne is that they are not like some TV couples who are more interesting in their pre-canon "Will They/Won't They" phase, and then when they finally do get together it doesn’t quite live up to all the steamy passion of their build-up.

With Rick and Michonne it’s a whole different story cuz moments like this kiss let us know that all that steamy passion and build-up was not only matched but topped when they were finally able to express the love they felt romantically.

Also, when they lost Carl the following season, it was this kiss of life in s7 that I’d think about because I believe this is an illustration of what Michonne and Rick ultimately land on even amidst the toughest adversity. They land on love, which has proven true time and time again.

And as always their moments after the kiss are also profoundly passionate as they look into each other's eyes and then do their signature thing of leaning their heads against each other, truly almost as if finding their center with each other.

I love that they stay in this moment awhile, again with no words necessary to communicate how much they love and are with each other.

They are the epitome of soulmates, and the way their love shined through in this quiet moment made that clear.

And then I love that Rick can’t help but express gratitude to Michonne for giving him his entire life with that kiss, so he fittingly says what he always finds a way to say to her, "thank you." The absolute cutest. 😊 You know Rick ain't been kissed like that ever before lol. Michonne has that man forever entranced, and I love to see it.

And the thing is, Rick has a special effect on Michonne too, cuz you can clearly see it in the way she looks at him as well.

In one kiss Michonne and Rick were able to breathe life into each other and quiet all the worry of them being on the rocks. They might still have big differences at this point, but nothing will ever be strong enough to divide them.

(that's why when I hear lines like say, "we are the strongest military on the planet" or "we're the last light of the world," or whatever, my only thought is - and yet you're still no match for Richonne. 💅🏽 Rick and Michonne Grimes prove they're the ones who live and the ones whose love is unstoppable every time. 👌🏽)

So it was a big deal for Richonne to have this moment in 7A. I appreciate that Michonne knew her man needed to be lifted up and reminded just who he is to her, and she did just that like only she can. And as the kiss went on, Rick let her know he felt just as strongly about her.

This important kiss shows that Rick and Michonne’s love is unbreakable, and I treasure this scene as such an undeniably powerful moment between them. I love their love, and I will adore this Kiss of Life for life. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #number 12 #rick x michonne #twd 7.05 #reveling in richonne #twd towl #the ones who live

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notsoattractivearenti · 8 months

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Wedding Night (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: cursing

A/N: don't be fooled by the title cuz it has no smut 🤭 this is pure fluff! and again this was not proofread lol. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

You and Christian just tied the knot, and now the celebration has come to end. The clock showed 12 AM, which means it was time for the bride and groom to leave the dance floor and move to the bridal suite.

As you two left the venue, everyone kept saying “have fun” as they assumed you were about to do the “wedding night” tradition – but tonight, it was not the case.

You had been awake since 4 AM and occupied since – getting your makeup and hair done, putting your wedding dress on then changing it to another dress for the reception and afterparty, doing photo sessions, you name it – so at the end of the biggest and best day of your life, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted. You were at your happiest, of course, but you still needed rest. Christian understood this, therefore he was more than okay to go straight to bed and sleep.

“Baby, it doesn’t have to be tonight… Because we don’t have to celebrate our first night as a married couple with sex. If you’re tired, then we can just go to sleep.”

You were in awe of how understanding your husband is. That’s one of the billion reasons why you were one hundred percent sure you wanted to marry him.

“Plus… You know you can do me whenever you want to, right?” He winked and gave you a cheeky smile.

—

When the elevator doors opened, he lifted you up and carried you "bridal style" to your room. You laughed the entire time and he was laughing along with you – too hard he almost dropped you a few times. You opened the door and as you both entered your room – still carried by Christian – your head accidentally hit the door jamb.

“Ouch!” You slightly yelled as you immediately touched your head.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m sorry!” He apologized and kissed your head.

He then asked in genuine concern. “Does that really hurt?”

“I’m okay love, it was just a reflex.” You assured him.

Relieved, he closed the door with his foot and playfully tossed you into the bed. He then jumped into the bed and laid down next to you, still laughing with each other. Not long after, his lips found their way into yours. Your eyes were closed, feeling his soft lips gently moving against yours and it got you nearly breathless – it was filled with passion and affection. When your lips parted, you saw him looking deeply into your eyes with a smile on his face – admiring how beautiful his forever bride is. Him staring so deep made you blushing and all giddy, you had to ask him to stop.

“Honey… Stop it!” You blurted as you playfully pushed his face away.

“What, am I not allowed to adore my wife now?” He teased you.

When he said that, you had literal chills. At the moment, the fact that you both are married still felt surreal. Oh my God… I’m Christian’s wife!

“Wait, baby, say that again!” You excitedly tried to make him say “my wife” again.

“What, am I not-”

“Not the whole thing, dummy.” You jokingly cut him off. “I meant the last part.”

“Umm… ‘Now’?” He pretended to be clueless just to mess with you.

“Good lord.” You rolled your eyes.

He laughed then gave you a little peck on the lips.

“I love you, my wife.”

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You were still in your wedding dress and lazily got off the bed to change. Not only that, the makeup on your face felt pretty heavy and you thought there were too many bobby pins on your head – you just couldn’t wait to take them off.

He helped you take off your wedding dress then get you your comfy pajamas. He also grabbed the makeup remover and a pack of facial cottons from your bag and put them above the counter in the bathroom like you asked him to. You were whining about having to remove your makeup and take off millions of bobby pins of your hair when all you wanted was just to finally rest.

He heard you from the other room and thought it was really cute. He couldn’t stop laughing at your whining while he changed his clothes. He then tried to make fun of you.

“Oh, is my poor baby having a rough moment now? There’s people that are dying, Y/N.” He said sarcastically.

You laughed at his comment, you got the reference he used.

“Hey, how dare you! Don’t be such a Kourtney!” You playfully shouted in response.

—

Now also in his pajamas, Christian went to the bathroom to help you. When he came in, you were just done cleaning your face and about to move onto your hair. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, kissed your cheeks, and rested his chin on one of your shoulders.

“Wow, how lucky am I that I get to spend my life with the most beautiful person on earth?” He softly said into your ears.

“Oh, stop it…” You blushed.

Since the first time you two know each other, he loves to shower you with compliments. You thought it would only last at the beginning, but overtime you learned that it is one of his most prominent ways of showing his love. No one has ever complimented you the way Christian does, therefore at first you came off a little awkward as you didn’t really know how to handle compliments. But now you've gotten used to it and he has never failed to make you blush every time.

He then offered to help you remove the bobby pins off your hair, and since there were a lot of them, you happily accepted his help. He thought you were exaggerating about how many bobby pins on your hair, but when he saw them closely he was genuinely surprised.

“Holy shit! This is a lot! How could you feel comfortable having these on your head all day? Geez, I could never!” He shook his head.

“Who said I was comfortable?” You chuckled.

He carefully removed the pins one by one. A few times you flinched and when he saw that, he stopped for a bit to make sure you were okay.

“Oops, sorry, did I hurt you Y/N?”

“That’s okay baby, it was just a little pull.” You assured him.

After a while, you both finally took all the pins off your hair, and you sighed in relief. But even though you had removed those, your hair still felt kind of stiff because of the hairspray used. Afterwards, you decided to take a long shower.

—

When you came out of the bathroom, you saw Christian just finished making the bed. Your heart completely melted by his gesture. You knew it was a bare minimum but you always appreciate everything he does for you no matter how little or huge it is – and vice versa.

You came up to him and gave him a passionate kiss. After you broke the kiss, he was stunned for a second and bit his lip.

“Hey… what was that for?” He asked.

“To thank you for helping me clean up. And make the bed. And because I'm truly grateful I married the most wonderful man in the world.” You said before you leaned in for another kiss.

“And I you.” He said softly with a big smile on his face.

As you gazed into each other’s eyes, a yawn spontaneously left your mouth. Your eyes started to feel very heavy and you didn’t think you could hold them open for too long. He noticed how sleepy you were, therefore he put you to bed.

“Too bad I can’t even stay up to open the gifts, huh?” You murmured.

“Don’t worry baby, first thing in the morning.” He replied.

You and Christian were spooning under the cover. Before he slept. he gently kissed your shoulder, your cheek, your ear and the top of your head. You couldn’t help but giggled, and he followed. Then he whispered into your ear.

“Goodnight, my wife.”

“Goodnight, my husband.”

That night, both of you went to sleep beaming as the new Mr. and Mrs. Pulisic.

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x fem!reader #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic fic #christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic imagines #christian pulisic fluff #footballer fic #footballer fanfic #footballer imagines #footballer x you #footballer fluff

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eddsworld-the-masquerade · 6 months

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SABBAT!

New designs for Bing and Larry, designs for the other two members, a relationship chart...more art and info under the cut! (trust me, there's a whooole lot)

A curious bunch. Kind of an unlikely match (I mean Lasombra and Ventrue under the same roof sounds like a recipe for disaster..lol), but circumstances played their part. They may not be ideal for each other but it's all they have. Family, woof 👆

Why would I assign them with animals and elements? First off, it makes the designing process so much easier, since it creates direction. Second, it makes thematic sense. They've been denied humanity, and then they chose to keep it that way. "You see me a monster, well then, I'll be the monster" kind of situation. So, they'd rather associate with animals and elements than humans.

I could go on, but I'd rather have you experience the thing first hand in game (also doubt people would read further into this post otherwise lmao). Onto the characters!

Bing

Animal: Serpent

Element: Earth (Nature)

Main shtick: Change; Pain

Bing has more backstories than he does fingers, so nobody is quite sure on his origin. The one thing that seems certain is that he spent most of his existence in Russian Empire but fled when the civil war broke out in the 1910s. You'd think a Tzimisce of this age and history would be up to something nefarious now in Britain, but Bing is more concerned with "self search" and identity crisis. You could say he spends his retirement days here, or rather...used to spend, before one thing happened. But this, you'll learn more of playing the game XP

Bing dresses up kind of similar to the way he used to, back in the XVIII century. The outfit is rather loose (before I added clips onto the coat, I was told it looked more like a bathrobe...which, I suppose, is kind of fitting too XD), in order to leave extra room for when Bing uses Vicissitude (more on that later).

Bing's main gimmick is Tzimisce's signature, Vicissitude and the way he chooses to use it. Instead of turning his head into a giant pickle (Andrei lmao), Bing turns into different people. Not just appearance wise, it also includes voice, mannerisms, even personality. This is what I mean when I say he doesn't need to make clones - he IS the clone.

What he chooses to turn into most of the time are personas he used to "play out" during his glory days, XVIII century coups. Sometimes when prompted, sometimes just to troll others (if they dislike certain mannerisms or find the general idea of shape-shifting weird/scary).

These were crafted in accordance with the "ruler of the week", to win them over and then later "direct" them towards what Bing's Tzimisce sires and mentors needed. In a way, they are "clones" of these rulers (except maybe appearances), cuz imitation is the highest form of flattery lol

Though Bing also likes to experiment with his default form, as he doesn't find it ideal (his "true face", the one he forgot). Bing switches pronounce depending on current form (he/she/they, or anything else he feels like at the current moment).

Bing's battle form, aka the pinnacle of his Vicissitude mastery. If you happen to see it, usually it means you'll die a painful death in the next five minutes X)

Larry

Animal: Jackal

Element: Water

Main shtick: Loyalty and betrayal

Larry was dealt some shitty cards and forced upon the life of crime since early childhood. First a pirate (where he got his tan, scars, and vision problem), then a mercenary for a, uh, "dubious company" sponsored by Lasombra clan. Certain events made him overly sensitive to betrayals, so if you betray Larry, or hurt those he swore loyalty to, he will loathe you. And Larry's hatred runs deep. He always means business.

Larry's outfit is like, a modern take on pirate fashion. A bit rough around the edges, just enough to give him that "jackal" look. Larry's second name is practical, so he carries lots of belts. Never know when you mind need one.

Larry's signature, Obtenebration, comes from the Abyss and runs on his negative emotions. Which is why he's prone to lashing out and general bad mood. Needless to say it is extremely unhealthy, but power is power.

The story behind him coming to know Bing is fun. Originally, Larry was sent to kill him, but it was a set up, since Larry didn't stand a chance against that. So they kind of bonded instead, "enemy of my enemy is my friend". And after a while Larry just grew attached XDD He still goes on about murdering Bing "one day", but at this point everyone is aware it's not gonna happen like, ever.

Adella

Animal: Raven/Crow

Element: Fire

Main shtick: Control

Adella is half-chinese born in Britain. Do I need to say she didn't have a particularly fun time or is it obvious enough? From a very young age she was forced to believe she can only count on herself. Adella strived to climb the corporate ladder and get on top. To "burn her way through the obstacles". Might be lonely up there, but she was used to it either way, and she'd have the power and control to smack down anyone who tries to harm her. For now, let's just say she ended up upsetting the wrong people and had to run for her life. Sabbat was "kind" enough to let her stay under their wing.

Adella's relatively fresh meat, so her grasp on Sabbat "culture" is rather small for now. Though she is attempting to fit in more. She's determined to stay, despite whatever Larry says about her "looking for the opportunity to dump them". Adella insists she'd rather die than go back to the cammies. Bing is willing to give her the chance to prove herself.

Her and Larry's relationship is quite fun in how disastrous it is. Both constantly looking for jabs to throw at each other. The irony is, their stories and goals are kind of similar. But they're also different in ways that make their blood boil when they have to interact.

Zephyr

Animal: House centipede

Element: Wind

Main shtick: Security

Zephyr is truly a victim of circumstance. Lost ability to speak, lost all his loved ones, lost his home. Not a penny to his name, and no name either. His mind in ruin. He roamed around in the wild, until Bing found him. Seeing something familiar in him, Bing let him stay by their side. Found him a new name. A new purpose. A reason to keep on existing. Slowly, Zephyr is learning ways to communicate again. Perhaps he'll be able to remember, and tell his story one day.

Zephyr is the least human-like kindred, and looks like an atom bomb fell on his face. Despite the first impression he might create, Zephyr is a rather meek soul, doesn't seek conflict and is fine with following orders. That attitude changes when something threatens rest of the "family", though...

Zephyr is generally adored by his packmates, one could call him the "gentle giant" of the pack. Adella loves spending time with Zephyr, even Larry tolerates him. Though I'd say the most sympathy for him comes from Bing. As mentioned earlier, Bing sees a kindred spirit in Zephyr, so he is most invested in Zephyr's well being. Bing was the one to give him his new name. He's also the one learning sign language with him, so they'd have a better way of communication.

#eddsworld au #eddsworld vtm au #art #mod art #concept art #i was halfway through writing this when i realized it's gonna be way too long #if i mention ALL the things that went into them and their designs #and all the symbolism #'it's already long enough no one's gonna read that wall alice'#unless...you guys will? let me know if you want to know more nitty gritty facts 👉👈#hope you like these sillies. i had much ideas involving them #little interactions. comics maybe?#also i will obv update bing and larry's descs on character page

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sonakkisbrainrot · 20 days

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read: playlists are super down below so keep scrolling!!

Our Life: Beginnings & Always.

Hello Hello! Welcome to my first ever post on tumblr that just had to be about my ultimate top tier favorite visual novel of all time..Our Life: Beginnings & Always or OL:BA for short.

This game has such a special place in my heart that im afraid I’ll forever be attached to it because at this point it’s not even a phase anymore lol. I still remember that heated summer day of scrolling down on my steam shop out of boredom and i kept getting recommended OL:BA but back then i really couldn’t care less and would not even spare a glance on it until i got so fed up of it popping up in my recommended for the next few days that i decided to finally check it out.

Reading what it was about made me curious but what really got me downloading it was because of the customization of our character/characters.

And finally into the game i was! I remember when the story started, i was very surprised already by the environment, narrative and world building of the game. It truly felt like i was part of it and i didn’t get bored at all. In fact right from the start i was hooked already!

I loved ALL of the characters that was introduced, i love the fact that it was SO multiple choice that it felt like you were really integrating yourself/oc onto the game and that you’re not just forced to say the same thing as a different choice or feel as though your options are limited. Its definitely a game that you’re supposed to replay over and over because its just that fun!!

And as someone who has never had a great childhood and adolescence, absentee parent, chaotic household, unsupportive friends, want to be understood (you know…this and that) i was so happy that this game was doing that and it genuinely gave me hope to live despite going through the darkest of times in my life :)

This game has changed me into a better person and made me want to be the best version of myself that i want to be in the future! I will infinitely recommend this to anyone who wants to have a feel good game/read (+1 it will make you cry!!)

Anyway enough yapping 💀 Time to get to the point.

Here are some playlists i made dedicated to the lovable characters of OL:BA that i personally listened to during my walkthrough and may relate to their route/lore ;)

read: playlists are super down below so keep scrolling!!

1# COVE HOLDEN

the og love interest!

summer with cove holden.

this playlist is the epitome vibes of the game (growing up with them and having fun, making memories.)

from beginnings to always with cove holden.

spoiler alert!! MARRIAGE DLC WOOOO!! really love this one cuz its all full of cute romance and wedding songs. i also put some songs that i think mc and cove would have when they get kids :3

#2 DEREK SUAREZ

MY PERSONAL FAVORITE!!

DEREK IS JUST SOOOO AAHHHH He’s my ideal man and i KIN him so bad you dont even know!!!

derek suarez crushing on you.

THIS PLAYLIST. IM TELLING YOU. one of the FAVES i made!! the pining, secret crush on mc for a loong time, the angst GOSH. so cute. every song in this plays a part on each moment with him i swear

#3 BAXTER WARD

ANGST MAN.

5 years after baxter ward.

one thing i noticed about our life is it lacks certain angst aspects when the baxter dlc didn’t exist YET back then. like i LOVED the fight between mc and cove in mcs room and i wanted it to escalate more ngl just cuz i LIVE for angst! but if you want to get real hurt you should choose baxter. this playlist focuses more on the last step of his dlc and its full of taylor swift songs.

baxter ward.

honestly this playlist is catered more to his vibes, his character (i listen to this playlist and i imagine edits of him lol) but i guess some songs are related to his story/lore? i made this waaay before 5 years after baxter ward and when the baxter dlc didn’t exist yet and we all just knew him to be as the new neighbor in sunset bird but people like it i guess so here it is xD

anyway thats all for OL:BA series! GB Patch is cooking up Our Life Now & Forever and it’s not released yet! just on demo on steam and itch! i already have a playlist for it but so far i have only made Qiu Lin (one of the leads of the game) i also have a privated filo inspired playlist for baxter if you want to listen to it let me know so i can put it up in public!

#our life beginnings & always #our life #cove holden #derek suarez #visual novel #video games #games #spotify #music #spotify playlist #character playlist #baxter ward #olba mc #olba #olba derek #olba cove #olba baxter #Spotify

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thechibilitwick · 3 months

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going on a tangent about stupid little milgram details that are probably unimportant or wrong yippee

one detail i like is how side character lack features or are different from the focus character, and what it actually means in each MV. The reasoning can vary from character to character, but the general idea is that it's supposed to emphasize their role in the character's eyes and also changes the level of humanness(?) they have. (idk it's hard to phrase)

two really good examples of this are muu and kazui's MVs.

in After Pain, the only other character besides muu who has a full set of facial features is her classmate rei. Every other character is seen without eyes, which let's the audience understand how muu believed her actions were perceived without actually making the background characters feel 'human' or 'real'. Rei having no alterations also implies the importance of her to muu, and also might be muu trying to tell the audience "hey look, with the way she looked and was acting, i had no other choice right?" (muu enjoyers apologies if i'm reading into this wrong i'm not too invested into her character i just really like after pain)

then we move on to INMF, where her previously eyeless classmates have now turned into bug people, while rei remains unchanged. Her classmates being subordinate bugs while she's the queen represent how she views them as 'below' her. Her classmates also do appear as they looked in AP, but here their appearance seems more to represent how their importance to muu kinda boils down to social image and validation (or smth like that). Rei is still rei, and we see her looking on at muu and her group with disgust, we see her dead again, and then at the end we see her decided to fight back. I need to get more into muu, cuz damn her relationship with rei really is interesting considering the fact that her appearance doesn't alter at all whatsoever. Like damn what was their relationship actually like?

in Half, there are only three side characters shown: hinako, the bartender, and the lady from the bar. And oddly enough, the only one with an actual face is the lady. Both hinako and the bartender lack facial features (mainly their eyes). Considering that half is more or less kazui lamenting on his mistakes that led to hinako's death, it'd make sense he'd want to kinda 'block out' anything related to the incident. Which if that's the case, it implies the bartender had enough significance for kazui to want to 'block out' (haha gay) while the lady didn't and thus she's just as is. (so it's kinda like the opposite of muu in a way?)

moving on to Cat, hinako has a face now! (and she's really cute!!) No one else does, though. This is most likely to emphasize how kazui's focus has now shifted from the sadness and grief of the entire ordeal to why and how everything came to be. Hinako herself is basically in the center of it all, being the victim to kazui's deceit, so it'd make sense that we'd get to see her emotions (tho it's from kazui's perspective). Hinako being happy throughout kazui's lying and only turning to shock and distress when kazui is honest is most likely just kazui trying to tell the audience that lying is the only way for him to live life without troubling others. Also mr. bartender makes an appearance again and still has no eyes, which probably implies that he's related to something that kazui still hasn't come to terms with yet (cough homosexuality cough cough)

but yeah that's my little rant, it'd be cool to go into a little more detail for this feature for everyone but idk if i have the mental capacity to at the moment lol

#milgram #milgram project #muu kusunoki #kazui mukuhara #i love rambling about insignificant things that people probably already thought of in a way more coherent way #unfortunately tis the way my brain works #milgram brainrot is more important than school #also be glad that there's no shidou in this otherwise i would've psychoanalyzed everything #like how i psychoanalyzed his birthday art (somehow)#anyways milgram said wlw and mlm solidarity woo!!#chibi's ramblings

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I’m not big into musicals and although The Phantom of the Opera is probably the most well known one, I have never fully indulged myself in it. What are some of your favorites moments from the musical and what about it changed your life?

(I figured I might as well learn about it and you seem like an amazing teacher!)

Oh, Stephanie, honey darlin’, I just LOVE this can of worms you are opening for me—thank you so much for asking!! ❤️ (Did I spend way to much time on this? yes. Did I love every minute of it? also yes. Did I cry watching the Overture clips? 100% yes.)

So, I was pretty young when I first listened to the soundtrack (only 8), and digging way deep, I’ll say that the drama of the music itself really got to me—the big orchestrations and amazing voices had me instantly hooked. Also, I was so fascinated that almost the entire musical was sung and that made it incredibly interesting to listen to because I could pretty much figure out the whole story just from the lyrics. I had been exposed to musicals prior to this, mainly Disney ones and good ole Rogers and Hammerstein ones, but this was so different. It was dark and scary (murder! crazy genius madman! problematic love story!). It was dramatic af. And it pulled at my heartstrings in a way nothing had ever done before. And I know Phantom isn’t for everyone because the opera-esque style of singing is not everyone’s cup of tea (and honestly, I am not really a classical opera fan either LOL), but I loved it cuz I’d never heard people do such amazing things with their voices before.

I saw it live for the first time just after my 11th birthday (and 12 -13 times since in various places, not counting filmed productions), and I will say I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. There is so much to look at and take in and somehow I always find something new each time I see it. It's a complete spectacle in the best way possible, honestly. It was everything amazing about theater that I longed to be a part of.

It changed my life because I wanted to be Christine Daae (lol). The more I listened, the more I wanted to sing like her and that led me to the fact that this was a musical and people could actually be in this production. So I learned as much as I could about the production and I tried to mold my little voice to be like Christine’s. And moreover, it inspired me to seek out more musicals in a similar vein, which opened an entire new world to me (hey, there Les Miserables and Evita and all the dramatic 70s/80s/90s musicals lol). Basically, Phantom turned me fully into a theater kid. I was already a dancer, and even though I was relatively shy, I thought that maybe, just maybe this was something I could do. And it set me on the path to do so! Lord knows without Phantom I may have ended up a STEM kid, but lol no. Luckily, my parents were SUPER supportive of this new passion and I owe so much to them for all the lessons and theater tickets and performances they had to sit through and for torturing them with the same thing over and over again LOL. Thanks, Mom and Dad! Anyway, I was the ultimate theater/choir kid in high school, and eventually got my Bachelor’s Degree in Theater as well.

Soooo, favorite moments! (There are many—I could go through the whole show but I’ll try to cut it down lol).

The Overture (see links below). Seriously incredible music, sets the tone for the show, but when you see the stage production and see how the entire set transforms like magic and that chandelier rises above the audience, my god, it’s incredible. The organ kicks in and the floor vibrates and it's this (brilliant) sensory overload that will make you feel every emotion and sensation. It's magnificent, truly. And this was a HUGE deal in theater in the 80s cuz no one had done anything like it before. And let me tell you, there is nothing like watching that chandelier rise (and fall, later) right over your head! Every time I hear it to this day, I get goosebumps, but if I’m watching it, I will cry. That’s how moving it is. Here's some bootlegs of the stage production (which don't quite do it justice, but it'll have to do! WARNING: Flashing lights) Great quality BL (begins around 3:20 but the Prologue is a good watch!). Another one from Broadway (different angle)

The title song (The Phantom of the Opera) number is crazy. I’m not sure what they were thinking putting synth, an organ, strings, and electric guitars together, but somehow it works (the 80s were WILD lol). Throw in a stunning soprano cadenza at the end and it makes it both incredibly surreal and interesting. And the staging is fantastic. There’s a moving catwalk with body doubles. There’s a boat on a dry ice lake with candles rising out of nowhere. It’s just awesome. The costuming is iconic, too.

The Music of the Night is beautiful. And it takes a major vocal and acting talent to traverse it well. I won’t get too technical vocally, but when done well, this song is so seductive and impactful. It’s a love song about music, about Christine, and it’s innocent and sexual all at once (when done well).

Masquerade (at the top of Act II) is a fabulous ensemble number and the costuming is amazing. Iconic number overall.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again is my favorite song of the show (if I have to pick). For anyone who’s experienced loss (esp. that of a parent), the lyrics will hit you right in the heart. But I love listening to (and singing) this one so much.

The Point of No Return is the most underrated number in the show, imo and one of my faves. It is sexy. as. hell. and a bit unexpected, really ramping up the passion btw the Phantom and Christine under the guise of this opera that the Phantom has written and is forcing everyone to perform. A good performance has a lot of nuance and will get you a little hot under the collar. 😏 I honestly don’t feel like I can explain it well enough, but a good watch/listen/reading the lyrics will get you there.

The Final Lair is the insane climax and it’s a bit of a roller coaster but I love it. You’ll go from hating the Phantom to weeping over him in the span of the scene.

The staging, sets, costuming, and makeup overall (of the original production). Like I mentioned above, a lot of what they did in Phantom was new tech for the late 80’s and to this day has a pretty stellar effect on stage. The chandelier rising and falling throughout the show is just super cool. The (4 hour) makeup for the Phantom was pretty cutting edge back in the day and has a wonderful effect on stage when done well.

I highly recommend watching the 25th Anniversary at Royal Albert Hall from 2013 if you can’t see it live. The quality is amazing, the talent is fantastic, and while the staging isn’t quite the original because of the size of the venue, it gives you a pretty good idea of the vibe. If you don’t want to watch the whole thing at first, there are plenty of clips on YouTube of the major numbers via The Shows Must Go On (linked above). (If you are just watching clips, you may want to read a synopsis of the show as a whole so it makes sense what’s going on.) The 2004 film starring Gerald Butler and Emmy Rossum is actually pretty decent from a cinematic perspective (though I have some major qualms about GB's vocal performance) but if it's all you have, its a pretty good representation of the story. And listen, with 35 years of material, there are so many cast recordings and bootlegs, you're bound to find a combo of actors that you like! (I won't dive into that here though, cuz that's a whole other can of worms...)

Anyway, I could go on forever about it, but I will stop there as to not put you to sleep! If you choose to check it out, I hope you enjoy and you’ll have to let me know what you think! ❤️

#just a fraction of my musings #i cried cathartically #amazing ask xoxoxo #the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #poto broadway #25th anniversary Royal Albert Hall #not elvis related lol #ask #answered #phantom phan

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ceyrann · 2 years

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The vibe of the relationship you’ll share with your FS

Yes I’m doing this. A random Pick-A-Card cuz I was feeling the mood to do something and here’s that something.

The theme of this PAC is something I’ve not done or tried before, so this is Heavily For Entertainment Purposes Only. Take whatever that resonates and just drop the rest. No worries.

Arts and readings are done by me btw I have not done doodles like this for a very long time so please forgive the terrible quality lmAO.

Anyways, y’all know how it’s done. Pick the pile you’re drawn to and go wild. Piles go from left to right, top to bottom.

This is shorter than what I usually do but of course, it's a spur of a moment kinda thing so, have fun!

Pile One:

Yo y’all have a bunch of mental energy going on here with a bunch of Swords popping out for y’all. Pile One, your vibe of the relationship you’ll share with your FS is something that’s very verbal and mental. I get the image that you two are prolly pretty sarcastic people who like to catch words and use them against the other person. Strangers will often ask why y’all are fighting and you two just go “Nah this is our communication method”. That kinda bickering and sibling energy. Eventho y’all are each other’s partner lol. Bunch of clashing bright colours lmAO.

However, there may be an excess of this energy, where y’all might end up hurting each other with your words unknowingly. Thing is, you’ll prolly think you’re just being oversensitive, when you’re not. Proper communication is needed and you’ll learn to place proper boundaries from there onwards. From there, you’ll be more at peace and can banter without going too far.

You two probably share a similar dream, having a similar goal to achieve. Which is why y’all can communicate without much filters because deep down y’all know how the other person thinks. But yeah, everything should be at balance.

Pile Two:

Different from Pile One, y’all have a bunch of Cups hahahahaha!

Pile Two, the vibes y’all share are certainly more emotionally inclined. I’m getting a feeling where one of you will have puppy eyes and like snuggling or cuddling. For some reason, I feel that you’re someone who thinks about your childhood or past, even when it’s not the best or the healthiest you’ve experienced.

Sometimes, the soft comforting vibes between you two can go turbulent. It’s like soft ripples turning into crushing waves, from warm clear colours turning into murky dark rages. And these all are due to the emotions that were running out of hand. The Emperor and Queen of Cups are reversed here which gives me the feeling that you both are unwilling to compromise.

You two will need to make decisions and choices, and support from religious or some traditional custom may help? But either way, just make sure to understand each other and accept things with gratitude. Ripples are calm, but waves are the reasons why surfers can surf. There's ups and downs in life and tho difficult, I believe y'all will go through them together.

Pile Three:

Hello Pile Three! This pile gives me the feeling of beginnings and idk why I have the thought that your pile is the type who’d fight stereotypes and crush whatever that does not serve any righteous purposes.

Don’t ask me why am I saying this lmAO.

Anyways. Your vibes are pretty vibrant? Y’all are the types who’d get things done and just… Act. If y’all wanna change the interior of your room? Y’all just immediately get the paint and start painting the room. Kinda thing.

Tho I also have the feeling that you two are prolly spenders. Not a bad thing to indulge in the nice things in life but this is bound to start conflict since you two probably have different interests and hence, spending on different things. But one thing I really really like about your pile is that y’all are not afraid to ask. When something’s not right, when a conversation doesn’t go well, when emotional expectations are not met, etc. Y’all ask and talk things out.

Things are not all roses and beauty, but your pile work to find the balance in life and it’s really beautiful imo.

Pile Four:

Pile Four, I’m sensing A LOT OF FEAR HERE. Especially when I see the cards it had me going “Ummmm is this a vibe check with FS or what now???”

But also, I feel this may be the vibe of the relationship you have before the other person becomes your spouse? It’s like… “Wow this person’s really cool but I don’t think they’ll be interested in me? What do I do??” kinda energy.

There’s a bunch of colours that are mixed up and are a bit disoriented? Doubts and not taking action? No but for real.

… This is supposed to be a vibe thing but I gotta say what I gotta say I guess.

Pile Four, I understand sometimes you feel weirded out cuz The Universe is giving you something you never thought of getting, but you shouldn’t feed into your fears. You’re worth the good things in life, that’s why they’re here for you. Nurture yourself, allow your dreams and purpose to guide you to where you are. You need to overcome your fears and insecurities yourself. Sure, there are supporters around you, but ultimately, you’re the one who needs to take the action, you’re the one who’s deciding your fate.

Once you’ve done the job for yourself, you’ll only be able to welcome a new beginning with your FS.

Hope y’all have fun and do lemme know your thoughts!

#ceyrann #another PAC #for fun #this is really for fun #when i should be completing the rest of the series ahahahaha #oh well i just wanted to do something else #and then get back to work properly #the thought of doing a PAC was in my head for a while #got this out tho #NOW TO FOCUS ON MY WORK I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO #I DON'T WANNA FUCK SHIT UP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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devilsrecreation · 2 months

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More previous gen oc’s cuz I love lore and worldbuilding

Kujivunia(brag)-Makuu’s lovely mother and a good friend of Pua; A great fighter and an even better mom, she doted on her little Makuu til her death and didn’t care what anyone said. Crocodiles usually tend to avoid spoiling their young and prefer to give them tough love. Too bad Kujivunia wasn’t a very good listener cuz she spoiled him like hell, bragging about how proud she was of him (which definitely added to his ego). Don’t be fooled though, she DID draw the line at certain things and whenever Makuu did something stupid, she gave him a glare that would make even him back down. Although very sarcastic (which no one was safe from), she still had a good heart and very much respected the circle of life. Makuu gets his fighting skills, stubbornness, and good heart from her.

She was adamant that Makuu would be the next leader, even telling him that before she died (idk how yet cuz I’m the worst at timelines). Makuu promised to, in her words, “be the leader you’re destined to be”. After a long talk with Pua, Makuu remembered what he had promised his mother and from that point changed his ways so he could make her proud.

She also has this weird tendency to unintentionally predict the future:

-She kept saying how Makuu was going to be the next leader and he did

-Piga argued how Kiburi was going to be the leader and at one point, she said something like “Keep talking like that and they’ll challenge each other in a Mashindano”—yeah, about that…

-She kept telling Makuu to watch out for traps once he became leader. Now that the Savannah Summit happened, it makes sense

-“Pua respecting the Circle of Life? What’s next, a Lion Guard with one lion?”—Guess what happened?

AND THOSE ARE JUST A FEW EXAMPLES. The others think it’s stupid at the moment but years later, they’re like “holy shit”

Mamba (crocodile)-Pua’s predecessor; The cocky, merciless former leader of the crocodiles who believed the world was a hate-filled place and fighting was the only way to survive. Unlike his successors, he cared nothing for his float and blamed any losses on the world and the Circle of Life. Pua eventually got sick of his leader’s poor choices and mustered up all his courage to challenge him to a Mashindano, which he won. Although arrogant, Pua was still a better leader than Mamba ever was

I love to think that the crocodile leader eventually getting overthrown by an arrogant member is an ongoing cycle, no matter how strong the current leader is. Whether they humble themselves or not is a different story (although it seems Pua may have started that trend lol)

Karimu (kind) and Kicheko (laughter)-Chungu’s parents; I’ve mentioned them in my “Kifamilia Means Family” idea where they talk to Chungu near the end. Not much is known about them due to Chungu being a baby when they died, but they were shown to be generous and loyal as their main concern was for Chungu. Chungu inherited his father’s silliness and love for food, as well as his mother’s cluelessness

Hasira (anger) and Nidhamu (discipline)-Reirei’s parents; When thinking about how Reirei was raised, I like to think they did everything right “Jackal-wise”, meaning they fed her well, prioritized her and her siblings, and taught her everything she knows. Personality/morality-wise…….ehhhhhh not so much. Hasira’s a very strict, stern, and uptight mother who never seemed to be satisfied with anything Reirei did. No matter how hard she tried, she was never good enough in her mother’s eyes. Nidhamu was no better, as he was controlling and a perfectionist who would get annoyed over the slightest thing going wrong. He lets out a single bark to keep his pups in order, which is shown to still work on Reirei when they run into each other at some point.

Neither of them approved of Goigoi. They thought he was pathetic and tried to forbid Reirei to stop playing with him, claiming he’d only be a distraction. Against her parents’ expectations, Reirei ran away to start a new life with Goigoi.

Mpenzi (darling)-Goigoi’s mama; Unlike her son, she was very hardworking and intelligent for her kind. Goigoi was her baby boy and she coddled him to no end, believing he could do no wrong. Fortunately, she did teach him to treat his loved ones with the same love he gets, which is why he dotes on Reirei so much. She had the same slight accent Goigoi has

I don’t have any lore for Jasiri and Madoa YET, but what I CAN tell you is that her mother’s name was Athiri, meaning “attentive” or “influence”

#inspired by other people’s parent oc’s #also i needed more jackal lore since i felt like they got the short end of the stick #kujivunia’s my fav out of these personally she’s fun to play with #also idk why but i can see mamba singing something like ‘master of the house’ from les miserables #and a young adult pua is straight up roasting him lmao #oc’s #the lion guard

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So I saw you can do crossovers and I have been CRAVING Genshin girls with a crossover S/O. I was thinking either Zelda, Kingdom Hearts, or Pokemon.

So...if you really don't mind, could I get Ayaka, Yae, and Shenhe with an S/O who is a Pokemon trainer (the Pokemon they have can be up to you!)

(If the whole crossover thing has changed, feel free to ignore this, it seems like a bit of a stretch anyway lol)

I only know something about pokemon from the media you said! But I'm not an expert, somehow pokemon is one of the medias where I am not a total lore nerd... Also it's not general hcs... I just thought about first meeting scenarios and went all in haha...

Also explanation for their "signature" pokemon. Ayaka just cuz I think it suits her lookwise lol. Miko cuz her having a nuisance of a pokemon is funny to me. Shenhe cuz it's is one of the best counters for ghost types. I'm typing this just so people won't write stuff like "bUt wHy DoeSn'T MikO hAVe A VulPIx" she does. I just wanted to include one pokemon per character.

[Pokemon AU] Ayaka, Miko and Shenhe meeting their trainer S/O

Ayaka

She was one of the more popular pokemon idols as well as a gym leader, so she didn't have much time to herself at all.

Froslass is one of her signature pokemon. It was odd that actually when the two of you met, she had an argument with it.

The constant fighting and training for the performances has drained her Froslass, and you saw how upset it made her when you went to challenge her. The very idea of neglecting her pokemon made her feel terrible.

So instead of fighting her, you helped the two get along again. And she appreciated it more than anything else.

Ever since that moment you've been in contact. She wanted to repay your kindness after all.

It took her a long time to reach out again, but when she did she was so happy to see you again.

So you went on a "date" where it was just her trying to thank you for everything. You really enjoyed talking together and if you didn't connect last time, you sure did now.

Miko

Her life was always one where she didn't travel too much unless she needed to. She had a few pokemon she spent her daily life with. She really adored taking care of them. But secretly her pokemon were very well trained.

She liked to challenge random trainers from time to time, often acting like she doesn't know anything.

When she met you, you could immediately call her bluff but you still accepted. Your suspicions turned out to be correct when you saw what kind of a monster her Gengar was.

And her strategy was confusing you. But she had everything planned for a sudden win, rather than overpowering you and crushing your hopes in a minute.

Such playing with her food had caused her to lose because you weren't some newbie. She was everything but disappointed though, although she couldn't amuse herself with your reactions, she was entertained by battle instead- which she didn't think would ever happen.

So ever since that she wouldn't just let such a fun opponent go. She was hoping that the two of you would run into each other more often.

And she wasn't disappointed. Because fate kept bringing you together. By that point you've already became close.

Shenhe

Her job was dealing with ghost type pokemon who were often getting a little bit too comfortable fooling around public spaces.

And one day... She ended up having to scold your pokemon on your behalf before you managed to catch up to it.

You made sure to apologize to her for all that inconvenience, but all she said was that it was okay and then went her way.

She was so beautiful and graceful... When your pokemon saw the way you looked at her... Let's just say that it wanted to play a wingman.

It kept running away from you and making you run into her often. It only stopped once you got the courage to ask for her number.

She was blunt and it made her so appealing. Your ghost pokemon actually really liked her too!... But it didn't get along with her Weavile as much...

In the end your pokemon was listening to her better than to you. You honestly had no idea by that point if it played wingman for you to be happy... Or for it to spend more time with her.

~Mod Lisa

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agoldenluckycat · 1 year

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Lucien x Reader x Tamlin

Okay this got away from me. I literally just started writing this as a shit post, complaining about the lack of Lucien x Reader x Tamlin content and well then I made a whole smut thing. So here it is for your enjoyment. It’s not proofread because like I said, I wrote this in one sitting like I had to get it out, I’m not even sure it’s any good. Anyway I hope you like it, cuz I do lol I am going to write this all out as like a legit story at some point because it won’t leave my brain but here’s like a rough outline I guess with the fun smut part lol

Lucien x Reader x Tamlin, Lucien x Tamlin, Tamlin x reader, Lucien x reader. Calanmai event, afab reader, reader uses she/her, female sex organs, dirt talk, poly, threesomes. 🔞MINORS DNI🔞

I hate the fact that there are so few Lucien x reader x Tamlin fics. Like I know we all hate Tamlin, and I am not a Tamlin defender, but the blonde bitch has potential. And you KNOW he and Lucien “shared a woman” or just straight up fucked each other, like cmon you don’t live that many years together without fucking at some point.

I mean imagine there was a maid/neighbor/friend in the Archeron house (maid would be after Tamlin had made them rich again) who Feyre spoke to Ianthe about like she was a sister, someone who was close to them and Ianthe mistook her as a sister and had Hybern plop her into the cauldron too!

And what if SUPRISE! She was Lucien’s mate (Elain was Azriel’s and they could be happy together whatever) and she was so excited about it. Was so into him!!! And she has the ability to heal! The Cauldron gave her a gift too.

And eventually Rhysand hires her as the Night Courts head healer or whatever. He trusts her, Feyre loves her already and she is living the bliss life with her mate, Lucien.

Then Rhysand comes back from his monthly Tam Tam visit and is like “if we are gonna win this war we need the spring court to get back on its feet”

No one wants to go over there, I mean who would? But she volunteers. Lucien knows Tamlin, knows how the Spring Court runs and she doesn’t have much trauma with Tamlin (aside from the selling them out to Hybern but by Rhysands description of him, it seems like he gets his boo boo and is hella depressed about it)

Naturally Lucien is like, babe, I love you and I’ll follow you anywhere but wtf? And she is like it’s getting fucking crowded in here and I wanna do something important in this world. So they go to help rebuild the Spring Court.

It’s a mess, lots of manual labor, Tamlin is always in his beast form and rarely speaks to them at first, plus he seems annoyed they’re fucking all over his court.

They finally get everything to a somewhat presentable and manageable place. Tamlin sees his home and the work they both have put in, especially her, and something in him changes.

It all changes totally when one night she gets attacked by a Naga, somehow, idk use your imagination, and Lucien is running towards her but he knows he won’t get there in time. She’s been learning to defend herself but she’s not nearly ready enough for this.

In the last moment suddenly beast Tamlin comes outta no where and kills the Naga, then hovers over her protectively Beauty and the Beast style until Lucien can get to her. There is a moment of thanks and understanding between the three of them and from then on they all seem a bit closer.

They are spending the hours together, all three of them, Lucien remarks to her one night as she lay in his arms that it feels like old times between he and Tamlin. That makes her happy. Her husband (yes they got married at some point idk when) confesses then that he and Tamlin had a VERY CLOSE relationship and the idea intrigues her but she simply lets her husband talk of it what he wants and she doesn’t make anymore comment than necessary. They spend the next few months helping Tamlin come to terms with a lot of what has happened. Turns out she’s not just good at healing physical wounds but can give others the tools to heal their emotional ones.

Soon Tamlin is laughing with them, helping them, he’s finally falling back into his role as High Lord of the Spring Court. Then there is talk of bringing the Calanmai back. The people who have returned to the Spring Court now that it’s back up and doing better want it and if the Spring Court wants tithes they need to offer it.

Lucien’s solution is to be the stand in for Tamlin as he knows his soul will call to his mate. She bites her lip at the idea of her husband filled with this magic making him even more ravenous in bed than he already is. However, Tamlin states he is high lord, he should show his people strength and decides he wants to do it.

When the night comes though, she and her husband are drunk on wine, his hands up roaming her body when Tamlin finds them. She sees the way his eyes look at her and then at Lucien and she knows instantly. It takes her husband a moment to realize, he catches on for Tamlin’s desire for her first and his protectiveness flares. It’s only when he notices the desire for him as well that he understands. He looks to her and she nods her approval.

A heady pleasure fills her and the next thing she knows, she’s being carried by Tamlin into the cave, her husband following behind them. As soon as she is laid on the soft mat, the two Fae men are hovering over her, kissing her body and tearing at her soft red, practically see thru dress. They stop for only a moment and spread her legs, Tamlin slips one finger in her and Lucien does the same. They’ve done this together before, she thinks as they move their fingers inside of her wet heat in tandem. Then Tamlin grabs Lucien’s face, their lips collide and his tongue is diving into his mouth. She nearly comes then and there from the sight of the two men fingering her and making out with one another.

Eventually they’re all three naked and she is flipped over on her hands and knees. Her husband’s cock slips past her lips and she begins to suck. She laves her tongue along the familiar vein on the underside and let’s the drool fall from her lips. Just like he likes it.

Then she feels Tamlin, he’s behind her now, his hands grasp her hips, hard and he slides into her, clearly trying not to hurt her but also trying to keep his desire in check and he begins to pump into her.

“You don’t have to be gentle Tam, she likes it rough” Lucien purrs as he grabs her hair and begins to fuck himself on her mouth. As though his words were all he needed, Tamlin starts a brutal pace, slamming into her over and over, his fingers toying with her clit as he does.

The pleasure is mind numbing. Her husband is praising her, calling her a good girl, talking about how well she takes them. Then he calls to Tamlin “she feels amazing doesn’t she?”

“I’ve never had a pussy as delicious” Tamlin purrs as he watches his cock slide in and out of her “no wonder you moan so loudly every night”

The two men chuckle and slick pours from her. Lucien knows she loves praise, knows how much it gets her going and he’s egging Tamlin on.

“Fuck…you’re such a good girl…I love how you look with my cock around your lips….ah…whatever you want from me my love you can have it” Lucien moans out to her as his cock hits the back of her throat.

She knows him well though, knows how to get him there and soon he’s cumming in her mouth. His hips stutter and his hand in her hair twitches. As the cum fills her mouth she swallows it down. He falls onto his haunches in relief but his erection has not gone down.

Tamlin takes the opportunity and flips her over on her back and then re-enters her. “Finally I can see that fucked out face of yours and these beautiful breasts” he says as he grabs a handful of her breasts and massages them.

He’s been edging her the whole night and she’s a blubbering mess. Moaning out like an animal in heat. However things come to a whole new level as she watches her husband come up behind Tamlin and force him down on his hands. Tamlin’s pace slows till he stops, still inside of her as he lifts her hips to follow him as he presents his ass to Lucien.

She watches in awe as her husband sides into Tamlin and the two men groan in pleasure. Tamlin sits up his back to Lucien’s chest and they kiss, tongues tangling as Lucien begins to move his hips. In turn Tamlin’s hips move into her. Then Tamlin returns his attention to her breasts as he wraps his lips around one and Lucien’s hand comes around Tamlin’s shoulder to grasp the other.

Tamlin had picked up his pace in fucking her as Lucien fucks him. She doesn’t last long though and comes hard, screaming. Tamlin continues to fuck her through her orgasm and the sensitivity. Lucien’s hips are working in time as well.

Then Tamlin captures her lips and kisses her like he kissed Lucien. His tongue chases after hers and she hears Lucien moan at the sight and feels him start fucking into Tamlin harder. They both cum not long after that, Tamlin’s seed leaks out of her and Lucien’s out of him but they’re back at it again not a few moments later.

They keep like this for hours. She peaks so many times she looses track. Eventually she passes out, tucked between the two Fae men. Her back pressed against Lucien’s tucked into him like always and Tamlin’s head resting under her chin, his body pressed against her front and arms wrapped around her waist.

She wakes in she and Lucien’s bed with the two men. She starts to move but stops, her whole body is sore and tense. It seems in her waking she woke Lucien as well.

He kisses her head “good morning my love”

“Good morning, my mate” she hums happily.

She looks down at the blonde man resting between her breasts and then to her mate. “Can we keep him, Lu?”

He chuckles at her words and nods “if he wishes to be kept yes.” Lucien then tightens his grip on her nuzzling into her hair “He chose us last night because we are the only ones he truly trusts. I do not want us to do anything to break that trust.”

She nodded at his words knowing their true meaning “then it will be his choice”

Lucien hummed in agreement.

“I’d like to be kept”

The voice startled her and she looked down to see an awake Tamlin. “I want to be kept by you both” he said nuzzling between her breasts and pressing his body against hers.

“Then it’s settled” Lucien smiled “we will need to set some ground rules, boundaries and such, she is my mate so there will be a nature inclination for her to favor me and me, her but…”

“I think we will be very happy together” she smiled, like she’s just won the greatest prize and kissed the top of Tamlin’s head, then turned to kiss Lucien deeply.

They sat in bed like that for a bit, hands wandering, caressing and giving soft kisses.

“I think our goddess needs a hot bath” Lucien finally said “you’re probably very sore”

She giggled “happy but yes, very sore”

“Well that will not do.” Tamlin smiled as he kissed her neck. “I’ll go make you a bath, Lucien can carry you to it.”

“I’ll carry you anywhere you want, my love” Lucien whispered in her ear and then bit down on the top.

“Lu, be gentle” she all but moaned.

“Yes my lady” he smiled and kissed where he’d bitten.

“let’s get you in that bath” Tamlin said as he stood and made his way to the bathroom.

“Only if you both join me” she smirked.

“As you wish” Tamlin chuckled and Lucien pulled her in for a tight hug.

Yes, she would be very happy.

#ACOTAR #Lucien x reader x Tamlin #Tamlin x lucien x reader #Tamlin x reader #Lucien x reader #Tamlin x lucien #acotar smut #acotar spoilers #ACOTAR oc

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beyoursbb · 1 year

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€uro Tra$h Series: Dipped in $ugar (Part 1)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x You (Reader) || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 2.4k || Link to Part 2 and Link to Part 3 - final (Timeline for this work is Season 1 btw)

Author’s Note: It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything! So please leave your feedback! Specifically I want to make sure I’m hitting the dialogue right cuz I can’t always imagine how words would sound or how to write them in Butcher’s accent LOL. Also if there’s anything I should add / eliminate / change next time (to make Butcher more accurate or the smut hotter haha) let me know. Thanks for your help and for taking the time to read!

Warnings: sugar daddy / daddy kink (the name daddy is used 4 times), age gap (implied, not specified), oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, swearing, kinda praise kink? (I’d write this better if I could lol)

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“Hey, luv,” Billy greeted you as he opened the door. You smiled in return and as you stepped forward into his motel room, he immediately captured your lips into a quick, familiar kiss. “Sorry I haven’t been able to take you out proper in awhile.”

You shrugged. Plenty of sugar daddies required discretion. “If it’s discreet that you need, I don’t judge. I’m happy to see you wherever.”

He nodded gruffly, and handed you his phone. “Order whatever you want. Gona shower.”

“You don’t want anything?”

“I’ll eat something else later,” he smirked, giving you a once over that sent a jolt of excitement through you.

Billy Butcher was hardly your first sugar daddy. You were pretty accustomed to the lifestyle by now and its variations. You had met men from all walks of life who all wanted companionship and intimacy in different forms. Most enjoyed regularly scheduled dates with you a couple times per month, one took you on trips as a travel buddy, and others were more casual acquaintances, like Billy, who would randomly reach out whenever his schedule allowed, and you wouldn’t hear from him again until the next time.

Butcher re-emerged 10 minutes later from the bathroom, wearing only boxers with a towel draped around his neck. It appeared tiny against his broad shoulders and expansive chest. As you stared at his bare, freckled complexion under his taut muscular frame, a similar feeling from earlier electrified your core. You found yourself rising swiftly from your seat and striding toward him confidently.

He sat on the edge of the bed as he saw you coming, his big hands enveloping your waist as soon as you stood in front of him between his legs. You rested your hands on the towel atop his shoulders and gazed down, studying his hazel eyes, the crinkles in his forehead, his damp hair slicked back in a way that made you consider how smoothly your fingers could run through it.

“What you starin’ for? C’mere,” Billy grumbled.

He jerked your body towards himself, one hand flying up to grab the back of your neck as his mouth latched onto the soft skin near your collarbone. You gasped at the contact and steadied yourself from being thrown off balance by gripping the towel and pulling him even closer. Billy sucked a mark into your flesh before you could register the moan that escaped your lips.

He always made hasty work of you, even the first time after this arrangement had been agreed upon, when nerves were still fresh. Since then, there had been at least half a dozen dates you’ve met for some quick fun, each one well worth your time despite being planned on short notice. In the moment, you couldn’t put your finger on how he turned you on so fast with a simple touch or kiss in the same places you’d been touched and kissed by numerous men before him.

All you knew was that every little thing he did and every little thing about him made you fucking insatiable.

Maybe it was his body type — thick, the perfect proportion between dad bod and DILF. His strength was surprising — hidden under that trench coat he wore everywhere — but he wasn’t so ripped that his chest and stomach felt uncomfortably rigid when he was naked against you. His height alone gave you a rush whenever you saw how he towered over others, or barely fit through doorways, or otherwise made his physical presence more domineering than his personality already granted. You wanted nothing more than the overbearing weight of his body to pin you down under him with the sole intent of consuming all of you.

Or maybe it was his casual cockiness — the fact that he knew you were putty in his hands, that he could do anything he wanted to you, and you would practically thank him. Of course, there was always a give and take of control in a sugar arrangement, but with Billy, you didn’t mind if all he did was take. The time and dedication it took you to curate a personality that was a delicate balance of being submissive enough to appease older men, yet assertive enough to remind them of your expectations to consistently hold their end of the deal, all went out the window when it came to Billy. The money was the last thing on your mind. One flash of that wicked smirk, and you melted on the spot. You instantly relinquished what little control, if any, you had over this affair.

Or it could be — and this was the biggest reason you thought accounted for your deep, inexplicable attraction to him — that you never knew when you’d get to see him again. It could be days, weeks, or months. He told you upfront his life was hectic, which you accepted, but the sporadic nature of your get-togethers was reminiscent of that toxic ex from college who you let in every time he rolled around suggesting you two could still work out to be great friends with benefits. You couldn't help the sex was intoxicating. Unlike with your ex though, you never had any regrets after Billy fucked you. Your friends would laugh at how badly he left you dickmatized: always satisfied and always craving more, never one without the other. Unsure of how long you’d have to go without, you savored the hours spent in between his legs under motel sheets, basking in his lustful gaze, absorbing the timbre of his thick accent that you’d most certainly replay over and over in your mind later.

You tilted your head back to give Billy more room to maneuver as he continued a trail of kisses and bites up your neck, before switching to the other side. You ignored the itch of his scratchy beard to focus on his hands which were seemingly pinching you everywhere at once — your hips, ass, chest — yet still not touching where you needed him most. In an effort to not get lost in the haze of lust so soon, you threw off the towel from his shoulders and dove your face into his own neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against it. The heat from the shower rose off Butcher’s skin and he smelled deliciously woodsy.

“I missed you, Daddy,” you breathed on his collar bone.

Billy groaned, grabbing your chin with one hand and attacking your mouth in a rough, tongue-heavy kiss. He pulled back for a second — too soon for your liking — dragging out his teeth against your bottom lip. Still holding your face, his darkening pupils peered into yours.

“Daddy missed you too.”

The glint in his eyes made your breath hitch. It was subtle, but no reaction of yours eluded him. The corner of his mouth turned up just slightly, and you barely swallowed a gulp before you felt yourself being twisted and your back hit the bed with a low thump. Billy’s tongue once again slid between your lips in an instant while his fingers tangled in your hair. You linked your hands behind his neck and did the same, pushing your tongue into his mouth with the intent to taste every bit of him while tugging at his brown locks.

At this point, you were so thoroughly wet, you were certain you had soaked through your leggings, and possibly his underwear too. With Billy on top of you, his length was starting to peek through his boxers. Feeling his hard-on against your thigh suddenly reminded you who was getting paid to do what here. You hoped he didn't notice how your face grew hotter with embarrassment at how much his attention distracted you, while you dipped a hand between your bodies and freed his thick cock all the way. Billy groaned against your mouth and let you provide a few glorious pumps before pushing you back even farther onto the bed covers and pulling up the waistband of his underwear.

He answered your surprised expression with a hungry look. “I want to taste you first.”

You nodded and sighed in anticipation as he yanked down your leggings and panties, but instead of taking them all the way off, he left them bunched around your ankles, and ducked his head in between your legs, raising your knees onto his shoulders so he was fully trapped under you. His hands caressed your bare thighs, easing them open wider. He dipped his head down to suck on your clit before licking a stripe down and back up your pussy.

You watched him keenly as he worked his tongue through your folds, his eyes meeting yours every so often to gauge your response. His hazel irises were stunningly gorgeous this close up, and gentle — more of a calming green tone than an impatient gray. He always looked like he genuinely enjoyed pleasuring you. Although you assumed you were far from the only woman in his life, it didn’t matter right now. With his tongue working magic circling around your clit and his low moans signaling he was relishing lapping up your juices, you allowed yourself to feel special being the current focus of his admiration. You closed your eyes now and ran your hands through his hair, concentrating on the sensations building in your core.

Once Billy got you rising, there were only two scenarios of what would happen next: he’d either, more commonly, string you out until you were scream-begging for release, or if he was feeling unusually nice, like tonight, he’d waste no time in finishing you off. So you hummed your approval when you felt a finger prod your entrance, and eagerly bucked your hips into his face when a second digit promptly followed.

“That’s it, luv,” Billy said as he stroked your inner walls, slowly at first, then picking up the pace as your grip on his hair tightened and your ankles twisted across further behind his neck to hold him in place. Between his mouth swirling more kisses along your sensitive bud and his steady finger-fucking, he was utterly devouring you. “You’re so fucking delicious.”

Your breathing quickened. “Fuck, don’t stop, please.”

Billy knew you were reaching your limit for physical stimulation, and that his words would bring you all the rest of the way to the edge.

“You look so fuckin’ hot right now, cunt dripping for me.” Billy paused his movement, causing you to open your eyes in time to catch him sucking your wetness clean off his fingers before plunging them into you once more and immediately curling to find that sweet spot that drove you insane.

“Please,” you whimpered, “I’m so close.” The tidal wave threatening to crash that was your nearing orgasm continued to grow in the pit of your stomach.

“Then come, darlin’, let me feel you come hard on my fingers. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous when you do.”

With his free hand, Billy reached up to fondle your chest under your shirt, his warm palm enveloping your breast, thumb tweaking your nipple. You arched your back into his touch, craving him still to be impossibly closer as you moaned his name.

“So fucking tight, you know this pussy’s my favorite.”

With his final praise, your body convulsed, your walls squeezing tightly around his fingers, but Billy didn’t let up for a second.

“Fuck—” you gasped. “Daddy—”

You didn’t even recognize the noises that spilled out of you, nor were you able to hear more of his flattery as your orgasm wracked through your senses, multiple mini waves washing over you until they finally tapered off. You opened your eyes that had been sealed shut to find Butcher grinning smugly, licking his lips.

“Feel good, luv?” he asked, knowing you had no words nor energy to adequately express your satisfaction; all you could do was nod as you came down from your high.

Billy started to rearrange your bodies, releasing himself from your tangled legs to undress you completely in preparation for your second round, but stopped at the sound of his phone vibrating on the table with several texts. You saw a thought flash across his face as he debated checking it for a split second, but when it started ringing, he stalked over, looking disgruntled.

“This better be fuckin’ rich if you’re bothering me right now,” he answered.

Butcher was turned away from you as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the call, but you thought you saw his shoulder muscles tense ever so slightly before his next reply.

“Alrite, for fuck’s sake, calm down. Be there in 15 minutes,” he responded, then ended the call.

“Work?” you asked, not that you had any idea what his job was anyways. It was a bit of an unspoken rule to not discuss what made a sugar daddy in the first place. They tended to be private with that information. You usually assumed they were high on the corporate ladder or an investor in some big technology company, though Billy had a pretty distinct appearance from that type of man, with his numerous Hawaiian print shirts. You were curious what he did, but never crossed that boundary to inquire.

He grunted an affirmative. “If I’m not back in an hour, go ahead and leave,” he said, nodding towards the envelope stuffed with cash on the nightstand. “Don’t want to keep you waiting.”

He threw on jeans and a plain black sweater that hugged his arms, instead of his signature outfit. You fixed your clothes as well, then repositioned yourself against the pillows, fiddling with the TV remote. Billy sat down on the edge next to you as he tied his shoes.

“But if I do come back and you’re here,” his voice was a low growl as he suddenly leaned forward to occupy your space. Your eyes locked with his. “I’m going to fuck that tight wet cunt of yours ‘til I fill you up with my cum.” His hand came up to gently caress your cheek. “You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

As much as he had just worn you out, the prospect of his dick doing the same was definitely something you looked forward to. You swallowed as you nodded.

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes, Daddy,” you corrected yourself.

“One hour,” he repeated, then was out the door before you could say anything more.

#GOD I WAS NERVOUS TO POST THIS LOL #billy butcher #billy butcher smut #billy butcher x you #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher fanfic #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys smut #the boys tv #amazon the boys #karl urban #beyoursbbfic

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choccy-milky · 5 months

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Hi! I started reading your story sometime in the last week and I’m OBSESSED! I normally don’t have much patience and can’t get myself to read anything past like 15k or anything that’s still being worked on, but your story hooked me almost instantly! I really liked the description and decided to give it a try and I’m so glad I did. The detailed descriptions you give pull me into the story and the way you seamlessly switch points of view feels so natural. I just wanted to let you know how much I’m enjoying reading so far and I’m excited for more! ❤️

AW TYSM😭😭 this means a lot, esp since ive been kinda self conscious about the length of my fic lately (and also how long its gonna end up being once im actually done LMFAO) and ik my chapters have gotten ginormous BAHAHA so im glad that even if you don't usually read long stuff you still gave my fic a try and enjoyed it so much + are looking forward to more!!💖💖so ty again😭🙏 AND as usual i'll be using this to answer other asks:

thank you and AA im glad to hear it!! a lot of people have been telling me ive been inspiring them to draw lately and i love it (im just sorry i dont have any concrete tips to give people other than keep practicing LOL) but good luck and i hope you keep at it!!🥰🥰

GIRL IDK, IDEK HOW LONG THE STORY IS GONNA BE, but assuming im still brainrotted even when its done then YEAH u wouldnt be able to stop me if you tried😊 (im glad you like them so much as well, ty!!😭)

thank you!! and yes i usually have at least a vague idea of what i want in the story before i start, though a lot of it didn't become concrete until i started writing/things evolving from there. i made a big (slightly) vague timeline of the entire fic from beginning to (almost) end, and then i keep fleshing it out from there as the ideas keep coming to me/evolving, and for each chapter i make an even more detailed outline, and THEN i get started on the final chapter. so its a bit of a process bahaha, but the brainstorming is really fun!! as for any advice, im not sure. maybe just brainstorm/write down scenes and ideas that you know for a fact that you want to put in your fic, and then try to find a way to connect them to other scenes from there and work backwards. basically WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO READ, cuz like im my own biggest fan fr, thats the most important part LMAO

LMFAO speaking of outlining future events.....this may or may not happen in the future/in an epilogue when clora is pregnant and she got those pregnant woman hormones that seb is fighting for his LIFE to keep up with HAHAHA

ive been drawing since i was 4 years old so...a while. LOL. and if you even look back to the beginning of my blog, my first drawings of seb were SO UGLY💀💀 so if you just keep drawing you constantly get better naturally (also in response to the other ask you sent as well, i use clip studio paint to draw!)

AW TYYY. AND YES CLORA WILL HAVE ANOTHER MC MOMENT, the ranrok confrontation is still coming, after all...👀👀 and true, idek who would win if clora and seb duelled again with neither of them holding back, but u are so right. even if clora DID win that would do nothing to change sebs mind about how protective he is LMFAO. THANK YOU AGAIN im glad you like my fic + drawings so much!!💖💖

BAHAHAH in my fic (for smut reasons and so that they could be 17 when they did the nasty) i made clora's bday april 3rd and sebs february 12, so clora is an aries and seb is an aquarius (and yes i just checked and apparently they ARE compatible, so seb can rest. also i just read up on aquarius and damn it unintentionally suits seb so well?? LOL "Aquarius is undoubtedly the most innovative, progressive, rebellious, and humanitarian. " and "They have incredible energy, though they may not always use it wisely. They find it easy to get through life on charm and good looks." LMFAO. ok king we love that

#ask #THERES STILL SOME I HAVENT REPLIED TO BUT JUST KNOW I APPRECIATE THEM ALL💖💖

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book-place · 1 year

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Arcade

Warnings: various marvel movie spoilers, cursing, weapons, war, violence, mentions of death and torture, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic, Steve Rogers x reader platonic, Bucky Barnes x reader platonic

Request: Steve x Bucky platonic inspired by this song?? Listened to this while drawing bucky to get into the ✨️zone✨️ and cuz bucky has a very traumatic past in general. U can ignore this request if you want lol. Sorry, just wanted to add another note for the steve x bucky request Its love beyween friends… And make it angsty :')

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: There never seemed to be a down moment in your life, but your best friends always made it easier

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Arcade by Duncan Laurence

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

A broken heart is all that’s left

You looked up to the sky, closing your eyes briefly at the blinding sun beaming down at you against the completely blue sky.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned your head back to face forward and blinked a couple of times just to make sure that no tears were resting in your eyes, waiting for the moment they could spring free and run down your face.

Before you could lose whatever strength you had been able to muster, you pushed open the diner door before you, and took a step in, eyes already scanning for the duo you were supposed to meet.

It didn’t even take a few seconds before they were waving you down dramatically. But you supposed you couldn’t expect anything less from your best friends.

Ever since the three of you met at the young age of six in school, you had all been attached at the hips and thick as thieves. Bucky and Steve were quick to become like the brothers you never had as the years passed on.

Only Bucky wore a large grin between the three of you, both you and Steve sitting in the booth solemnly, “Oh, come on, guys,” He complained playfully, “Lighten up! I’ll be back before you know it.”

He made it sound so easy. As if he wasn’t going to war with the uncertainty of return. This could very well be the last time you ever saw him.

“Seriously, guys,” The slight urgency in his voice made both of you look up. His smile had dimmed a bit and his eyes were begging, “Let’s not make today like that.”

Taking a deep breath, you decided to put a brave face on. If not for him, then for Steve.

“You know what,” You plastered a smile on your face, “You’re right, Buck, let’s enjoy today, but we’ll make sure to have an even better time when you get back.”

Though all three of you knew that it pained you to say such words and that there was more hesitation than sincerity behind them, Bucky's smile softened anyway and he looked upon you with appreciation.

As if it was his cue, the man dove right into a story about what had happened to him at the supermarket earlier, as if nothing was about to change. As if it was just another day with his two best friends.

The heaviness that hung in the air all around the three of you said otherwise.

You each ordered your usuals, chatting away with painted masks and heavy hearts for about two hours before Bucky finally rose from his side of the booth.

The uniform he wore fit him in a way that made you aware of the fact that it was specifically designed for him and him alone, and though you knew that it was supposed to make you proud, it only brought a lump to your throat, making it hard for you to swallow.

“Well, I’m off,” For the first time since the beginning of your meal, his grin faltered and eyes became less bright and lively.

It was safe to say that you couldn’t help yourself when you lept from your seat and threw your arms around his neck, drawing him in for a long hug, to which he gingerly wrapped his own arms around your waist in return.

“You know,” Steve cleared his throat, “I should be going there with you.”

You shook your head stubbornly, pulling back and refusing to acknowledge the tears that had long since formed in your eyes, “Don’t be talking like that, Steve,” You scolded, “I already have one of my boys being shipped off, I don’t need another.”

Bucky cracked a smile, walking over and throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulder as you all exited the diner, “She’s right you know,” The playful glint was back in his eyes, “Someone’s gotta watch out for her.”

He threw you a wink over his shoulder that let you know that you were really the one needing to look after the blond. You let out a laugh despite yourself.

Steve laughed too, pushing against his side slightly, “Jerk,” He teased.

“Punk,” Bucky shot back.

“Idiots,” You shook your head affectionately.

All three of you came to a stop as soon as you got onto the sidewalk, Bucky slowly removed his arm from the other man, and stood in silence for a moment.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He joked playfully.

“How can we?” You shot back with a small grin.

“You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Steve finished, a look you couldn’t quite place shining in his eyes.

“I’ll see you all soon, alright?” Bucky said softly after a moment.

You and Steve didn’t have the energy to even say anything as he gave you one last smile and turned on his heel and rounded a corner, disappearing from view just in time for a single tear to run down all of your cheeks.

I’m still fixing all the cracks

“I’m telling you, Steve,” You said, eyes flitting back and forth as you nervously played with your sleeve, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

He looked over at you with a sympathetic smile, reaching over and rubbing your arm soothingly as you walked down the hallway that was flanked with guards, “It’ll be fine, Y/n, I promise.”

The only way he had agreed to come today was if you were allowed to be there, if not to give himself as well as you peace of mind.

With one last hesitant glance at your best friend, you allowed Peggy to lead you up the stairs and into the observation room with the rest of the group who would oversee what would be happening.

Even as everyone settled back into their seats, you sat, stiff as a board on the edge of yours, tapping your foot in front of you in anticipation, ignoring the glares a few people sent your way at the noise.

You paid them no mind though, as you anxiously watched with unblinking eyes as Steve was being prepped to step into the daunting looking machine.

There was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach that wouldn’t go away as he stepped into it, everything was about to change. Sure, you knew that the moment he told you that he had signed up for this little science project, but things were going to change in a vaster sense. And you couldn’t yet tell if it was a good thing or not.

It took every bit of willpower that you had not to scream down at the scientists and tell them to call everything off just because you had a funny feeling about this.

So, you were forced to sit back and helplessly watch as your best friend- the one that wasn’t at war but so desperately wanted to be- became a weapon of that very war that you never wanted him joining.

You didn’t know at what point you had zoned out, drowning in your own anxieties, but next thing you knew, everyone sprang from their seats with cheers as they looked down through the observation glass.

Instantly, you snapped to attention and couldn’t help the small breath of relief that flowed past your lips as you caught sight of Steve’s face, his mouth slowly opening and closing in deep breaths. But then you caught sight of the height difference, and then the muscles all over his body. He was still Steve, but not the Steve that you had known.

Peggy caught your eye and beamed at the success from down below before catching onto your eager state and inclining her head towards the door to tell you that you could go see him.

Not a second was wasted as you scurried down the stairs, not once slowing until you stood in front of a panting Steve who was just pulling a shirt over his head that a worker had handed to him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked cautiously, eyeing him up and down warily, not sure how you were ever going to get used to his new build.

“Good.” He huffed out before finally looking you in the eyes as a wide smile slowly spread on his face, “I feel really good.”

Lost a couple peices when

You finally pulled away after crashing yourself into Bucky's chest before quickly pulling Steve into a brief hug as well, all of you ignoring the cheers of the soldiers sounding from all around you.

“I’m so glad you’re both alright,” You told them honestly.

Originally, Steve had protested you coming to the camp with him while he went on a rescue mission to save Bucky and his pantaloon, but one glare from you shut him right up.

Bucky reached out and ruffled your hair playfully, “Were you worried about us?” He asked teasingly.

You glared up at him, punching him in the arm, not caring for his jokes about this situation, “You know I was.” You hissed back with narrow eyes.

He winced slightly at the impact but soon found himself laughing, “I’m glad to know that you can pack a punch, puts my mind at ease a bit.” He continued with his teasing.

Steve shook his head softly with a smile at the two of you, but it dropped when he remembered what he and Bucky had decided before coming to visit you.

The two men quickly exchanged a glance that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“What?” Your eyes narrowed once more, “What is it?”

Bucky sighed, “Listen, doll-“

“We have another mission to go on.” The blond man said.

You blinked at the two of them once, as if expecting them to burst out laughing and tell you that they were just pulling your leg. But they didn’t.

“What are you talking about?” You demanded, “You both just got back.”

“We know, but we need to go.” Steve insisted, but you just shook your head stubbornly.

“No, make someone else go.” You knew you were being selfish, but you didn’t care, not as your eyes began to fill with tears, “I thought I lost you both, I won’t go through that again.”

“We will come back,” Steve was using that determined, heroic voice of his, one he had even before he got the serum injected into him, “I promise you, we will.”

After a moment of silence, which they used to silently beg you with their eyes to understand, you sniffled slightly, “I’ll kill you both if you die on that mission.”

Bucky cracked a smile, chuckling slightly as he took you into his arms for another bone-crushing hug, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I carried it, carried it, carried it home

With tear stained cheeks, you trudged through the snow, bringing your coat tighter around yourself as your teeth chattered, waiting for the inevitable feeling of your own tears freezing. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Steve and Bucky broke their promises, they weren’t coming back.

Bucky had fallen off a train during the first half of the mission and Steve had been stupid enough to drive a floating vehicle into some ice to save lives, no doubt killing him instantly.

When you had been told by some troopers, you had screamed and begged for someone to go with you to check because no one had physically seen Bucky die, so there was still hope. All you were met with were pitying gazes of people who knew this was just your way of avoiding the inevitable knowledge of what had happened.

So, you had made the long journey alone, telling yourself over and over again that Bucky had to be okay, because without him and Steve, you had nothing. But for obvious reasons, you couldn’t begin to look for the blond.

You had long since lost feeling in all of your limbs, and you suddenly came to the horrible realization that even if you found Bucky, you didn’t know if you would have been able to help him get back to camp because you wouldn’t even be able to get yourself back.

“Well, what do we have here?” An accent that you couldn’t quite place shouted over the strong wind, causing your head to whip to the side, but something harshly hit you in the side of the face before your eyes could narrow in on the figure.

The last thing you remembered was two feet coming to a stop in front of you with a limp body laying in the snow a few feet away. Darkness swept you into its cold embrace before you could think of what you saw, though.

I’m afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land

“-and we found her in an abandoned Hydra building. She was in a cryostasis chamber that had by some miracle been left on. From the looks of things though, no one had been in that building since your time, Cap.”

You slowly came to your senses, the first thing you noticed being a distant voice speaking. Your mind felt foggy and your limbs felt like lead. You couldn’t even open your eyes.

“Have you been able to identify her yet, Fury?” A new voice joined the conversation.

You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew-

“Not yet, but I figured since this was a similar situation to yours that you could take a look. If she ever wakes up then she might recognize you, Cap. Her being from your time and all.”

It took every little bit of strength you had to finally pry your eyes open halfway- the most you could muster the power to do- and you were able to faintly take in the fact that you were in a small bed in an all white room with wires attached to you all over your body. You could just make out two figures standing just out a door with their backs to you. The people that were talking, you realized.

Against your better judgment, your eyes began to slip closed once more, no longer being able to keep them from snapping shut.

The sound of feet shuffling forward reached your ears, before one pair came to a sudden halt and there was a sharp intake of breath.

“What? What is it? Do you know her?” The first voice demanded.

“Y/n,” The second breathed out.

You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew-

Steve.

Somehow, that realization alone had been enough to make your eyes fly open, and though you weren’t able to move anymore of your body, you were now fully awake.

“Hey, hey,” He called gently, rushing over to your side as fast as his legs would take him and he crouched down beside you, “Easy, n/n, easy.”

His devastatingly blue eyes frantically searched over your terror-stricken face as his arms came out and gently rested against the side of the bed that you were laying on.

There had been a faint, steady beeping noise in the background of the conversation before, but now it sped up to an irritatingly loud and fast paced screeching sound.

Then, you realized that not only could you not move your arms from exhaustion, but also because they were strapped with some sort of thick material to the railings that were on the side of the bed.

Any sort of small comfort that had come with you seeing your best friend quickly diminished and you began to flail from side to side, desperately trying to free yourself from the restraints.

“Someone might have to sedate her,” The voice warned from behind Steve.

“No!” He snapped in a way that was so unlike him, that you flinched backwards at his sudden and harsh tone.

Evidently, the sedation wouldn’t even be needed because your brain went into overdrive and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, forcing you to pass out before Steve could try to calm you down once more.

Silence ringing inside my head

“Steve,” You croaked, eyes peeled open slightly and catching a glimpse of the blond man.

His head immediately snapped up from the seat he was hunched over in beside the bed that you were still laying upon, “Y/n,” He breathed out in relief, springing forward and crouching down beside you, gently taking your hand in his.

There was no sign of the man from before and no longer were your arms painfully restrained against the sides of the bed. That alone made you less anxious and panic-filled than before.

“Am I dead?” Your voice couldn’t raise above a scratchy whisper.

Your best friend's eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you think that?”

It took a lot of effort, but slowly, you lifted your shaky hand to cup his cheek and gently rubbed your finger back and forth along his skin, “Because you’re dead.”

Sadly, he removed your hand and took it into his own, squeezing gently, “There’s a lot I need to catch you up on.”

So you sat there silently, grasping onto every word of his story that, coming from anyone else, would have made you laugh incredulously. But this was Steve, and he wasn’t lying, because you now knew he couldn’t lie to you. He had promised during the war that he would come back to you. And he kept that promise.

He told you about waking up from the ice after being thrown years into the future, about the fear and loneliness he felt with it. He told you about the Avengers, how they saved the world. He told you about trying to catch up with the modern times.

You sat there and listened, not once interpreting until he finally took a deep breath and leaned back, done with his story.

It took a few minutes for you to take the entire conversation and everything that came with it in, but when you did, you realized that one crucial thing was missing.

“What about Bucky?”

Your words made the man freeze, “Bucky,” His words were barely above a whisper. It was as if he hadn’t spoken that name in a long time, “Did you not receive the news when you were at camp?”

It took you a minute to remember what he was talking about. But when you did, it all came crashing down on you once again, “I went to go and find him…” You trailed off, eyes glazing over with the memory.

“By yourself?” He asked suddenly, face growing pale when you nodded your head.

“It was cold,” Your voice was distant, you seemed more like a recording than a person, “So, so cold. I knew I should turn back, but I couldn’t. Even if there was the tiniest chance that he was still alive, I had to take it. I had to see for myself. I think I was about to pass out, I didn’t even have any gloves or hat so I surely would’ve died of frostbite. But there was a man…”

“What did he look like?” Steve asked gently, shaking his head back and forth as if to rid himself from the horror the story brought upon him.

“I don’t know.” You whispered, “I was hit with something before I could see.”

“Hydra.” He was certain.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Hydra? Isn’t that-“

He cut you off with a solemn nod, giving you everything you needed to know.

“What did they want with me?” You asked, terror setting in your gut for the first time since waking up again.

“I don’t know,” He squeezed your hand, “But I promise you, I’ll find out.”

“They didn’t do anything to me, did they?” You remember that even in the 40’s how messed up that organization was.

“As far as we can tell,” Steve glanced over at a futuristic looking machine beside you, “No,”

You sagged against the bed in relief, “That’s good.”

“It is,” He agreed, nodding, “But we should still run a couple more tests. Just to be safe.”

“Hey, Steve?” You asked quietly after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“We lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

He smiled sadly, “Yeah, we did.”

Please carry me, carry me, carry me home

“You’re telling me that one of the biggest films of all time is about a war that takes place in outer space?” You asked, nestling back into the couch cushions.

Steve chuckled from beside you, “To put it bluntly, yeah.”

The two of you were in what was known as Avengers Compound, where your best friend evidently lived with the other heroes who saved the world.

You had met a couple of them and couldn't complain, they were kind and welcoming enough. It was just hard to adjust to this completely new life, and they seemed to understand that, giving you and Steve space.

It was inevitable that your mouth dropped open as soon as the movie started playing, not believing your own eyes.

“It all looks so real,” You muttered out in awe.

He laughed, “Believe it or not, this isn’t even considered to look good anymore. It’s an ‘old’ movie.”

Your eyebrows flew up in shock, “But the screen is so clear!”

His hands went up in mock surrender, “Take it up with this generation.”

You hummed in return, turning your attention back to the screen, not being able to stop the small frown that made its way onto your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“I miss the movies from the thirties.” You mumbled, cheeks tinting a slight red in embarrassment.

Steve’s face softened and he got up without another word, disappearing around the corner for a minute before coming back with a large stack of something in his arms.

“I missed home a lot when I first got here, too.” He admitted, setting down the items in front of you on the table, “So I found these.”

Your eyes widened when you realized that the little boxes had the names of all your old favorite movies written on them. The movies that you used to make him and Bucky watch non stop with you.

Quickly, he placed one of them inside another box that you had no idea what it did and when he pressed a button, the opening credits for the Wizard of Oz began rolling.

You weren’t able to stop the tears that began to well up in your eyes slightly, “It’s-“ You choked out.

“Your favorite movie of all time,” He finished softly, “I remember.” He was referring to what felt like the hundreds of times you would drag him and Bucky to the cinema when it first came out to watch and rewatch it over and over again. He was pretty sure he saw it so much that he once heard Bucky muttering the entire script in his sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered as a single tear slipped down your face. Because for some reason, that little reminder of home was all the comfort you needed in that moment.

I've spent all of the love I saved

You flipped the television on with your remote and settled back in your bed, flicking to the news.

With the help of Steve and the rest of his team, you had been able to adjust to your new life pretty quickly and all the technological advances that came with it.

They were all very kind to you once you finally came around and warmed up to them, being able to become closer to each of them in different ways.

Footage of an explosion brought your attention back to the screen and you immediately sprang from the bed when a photo appeared on screen of the suspect of the attack, heart dropping like a lead weight to the bottom of your stomach.

No. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t him.

He was dead. He was dead. He was dead. He was dead. He was-

But he couldn’t be, because there he was. Right in front of your very eyes was a picture of James Barnes. True, he looked way different than when you had last seen him that day at the army camp, but you would recognize him anywhere. Even through the stubble of a beard and the longer hair.

“Hey, n/n,” Steve greeted, knocking lightly on your already open door, “I was wondering-“ He cut himself off when he saw what was on your screen.

“Bucky,” You whispered, before whipping around and turning urgently to Steve, “That’s Bucky! He’s alive, oh god-“

“N/n, n/n,” Steve spoke softly, “Calm down, calm down.”

You stopped yourself short, “Why aren’t you surprised?”

The man grimaced in front of you, “I’ve suspected for a little while.” He admitted guiltily.

You took a recoiling step back as if having been struck in the stomach and your mouth went dry, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Nothing but betrayal filled your features.

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it wasn’t true.” His face was contorted into one of sadness.

“In case it wasn’t-“ You let out an incredulous laugh, turning on your heel and beginning to pace up and down your room with your hands running through your hair.

“N/n…” He let out a small sigh, running a hand down his face, “You have to know where I’m coming from. What if it wasn’t him when I had my suspicions? And then you ended up broken hearted all over again when it wasn’t him.”

That made you pause, “Fine, I get that.” You turned to him with sad eyes, “But you also have to know where I’m coming from, Steve. He isn’t just your best friend, he’s mine as well. I deserved to know as soon as you even had a small thought about it.

“Okay,” He agreed, coming to stand in front of you and gently taking your shoulders, “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him when he pulled you to his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“How is he even still alive?” You mumbled into his shirt.

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly, leaning over and placing a small kiss on your hair, “But we’re going to figure it out. Together. I promise.”

You could barely find it in yourself to smile, worry for Bucky licking in the back of your mind with close to no space for anything else.

We were always a losing game

You didn’t like this. The sight of it alone made your stomach start to do uncomfortable cartwheels over and over again. It was only a matter of time before you threw up.

Somehow, Steve and his friend Sam had been able to track Bucky down, and after his promise to you, he brought you along to where he and Sam had brought him.

He was unconscious, sitting up with his head bent over and some sort of metal arm trapped under a heavy machine so that he couldn’t move. The only sign that he was still alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest. His hair fell in front of his face and was moved slightly with every breath he took.

“What happened?” You asked quietly, and Sam just shook his head softly, gently telling you that it wasn’t best to ask.

It took a painfully slow time, but when he finally came to, you couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath you took and the way your heart stopped for a moment.

Not just once- but twice- you had to come to terms with the fact that Bucky was gone forever, dead. But now, he was sitting right in front of you, very much alive. And you apparently didn’t know how to take it.

Slowly, he began stirring, and you felt all your muscles tense as you watched with wide eyes as his breathing hitched. From the side, Steve turned his head to look at you and gently placed a hand on your back to steady you as you began to sway a little bit on your feet, “Are you alright?” He murmured with eyebrows furrowed in worry.

All you could manage was a slight nod, and Steve was interrupted before he could push you further, “Cap,” Sam called from where he stood a couple feet in front of Bucky with crossed arms, nodding his head towards the man.

He looked different- so, so different than the last time you had seen him, which was briefly on the news after his fight with Steve. His hair was long and he had a small stubble on his chin. His face was worn down, as if he had been through too much for his body to handle. That realization alone made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.

Bucky's eyes slowly fluttered open and squinted against the harsh and sudden lighting. They quickly adjusted and snapped over to where the three of you stood, “Steve.” He breathed out.

You were hidden slightly by the blond man’s body. He had moved in front of you in case you weren’t yet ready to reveal yourself to the man you had once known as well as you knew yourself. You gratefully took that opportunity to take a deep breath and compose yourself.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” You knew the coldness in his tone was just fear and reluctance to let the man back in.

He swallowed thickly, eyes flitting down to the ground for a moment before looking back up, “Your moms name was Sarah…” He chuckled slightly, a sound you hadn’t heard from him in many, many years- since right before he was deployed, “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes and Y/n would make fun of you for it.”

Your breath hitched at the sound of your name, Sam tensing up even more at the sound of it as well. As far as you and Steve knew, Bucky didn’t know that you were still alive. As far as you knew, he thought you had died long ago.

That realization automatically made guilt swim in your stomach. You had once thought he was dead as well, and that knowledge nearly killed you. You couldn’t let him go through that too.

Letting loose a shaky breath, you slowly stepped out from behind Steve as he and Sam argued about whether they could trust the man or not and Bucky begged to be told what had happened- what he had done.

You had expected it to take him at least a minute to notice your sudden presence, but you should have known that his now-assassin senses would make his attention snap over to you in an instant.

The other two silenced when they realized that he was staring at you and glanced at one another uneasily.

“Y/n?” The words left his lips like a whisper that was quickly fleeting, like he was afraid that saying your name out loud would make you disappear into the shadows, never to be seen again.

You swallowed, trying to speak, but you couldn’t even open your mouth, it was clamped shut by some invisible force.

“Is she here?” He quickly glanced back to Steve before turning back to you, “Are you really here?”

So he had thought that you were dead. That you had been forced to live out the last years of your life without your best friends.

“She’s here, Buck.” Steve confirmed quietly, eyeing you worriedly.

You could only imagine how you looked. Probably like Bucky did, like you were seeing a ghost.

Suddenly, he shook his head back and forth and jerked his body backwards, “No,” He let out an icy, humorless laugh, “No, she died back in the 70s, I know, I went to check on her.”

Thankfully, Sam took that as his cue to dip out of the room to give the three of you privacy, mumbling something about going to check the perimeter.

Steve gave you a moment to speak for yourself, but when you couldn’t, he continued, “Buck, she was put into a cryostasis chamber by Hydra.”

“No, no,” He continued to shake his head stubbornly, “She-she lived a long and happy life, far away from all of that shit.”

Hesitantly, you willed your body to take a small step forward, “Bucky…” You trailed off and continued to inch closer to the man, who was looking at you like you were just a figment of his imagination, “I-I’m here, you’re here, Steve’s here- we’re all together again.”

Small town boy in a big arcade

After removing Bucky's arm from the machine once deeming it safe enough to do so, Steve slipped out to talk to Sam about what the plan was, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze on the way out.

He and Steve had already been reunited, so he was giving you a minute to have that to yourself as well.

There was a heavy, almost painful silence that fell over the two of you. A silence that, once upon a time, would have been filled with laughter and amusement and void of the uncertainty that hung over you both.

You stood opposite to each other, only a few feet of space in between your bodies.

Swallowing thickly, you finally spoke up, your voice breaking through the tense air, “The first time I thought you were dead wasn’t even when you fell off the train, you know that?” You let out a chuckle, even though it wasn’t at all funny, “From the moment you were shipped out to the army, I suppose I subconsciously thought you were gone. Looking back, I guess it was probably just a coping mechanism so that it wouldn’t hurt as much if you actually didn’t return.” Another painful laugh, “That didn’t work so well, though, did it?”

“Y/n… I-I-“ He tried to speak, but something seemed to finally click into place in that moment within you.

Next thing you knew, you had launched yourself across the room and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

Bucky stumbled back for a moment, arms frozen at his sides, unsure what to do. But as tears began to roll down your cheeks and no doubt stain his shirt, he seemed to come to his senses as well and wrapped his arms tightly around you in return, taking special care with his metal one.

“I missed you, doll,” He sniffed slightly.

You smiled tearfully, tightening your grip around him, “I missed you too, Buck.”

Finally, you had both of your best friends back right by your side, where they belonged.

I got addicted to a losing game

Your eyes shot between Steve and Bucky with a look of suspicion adorning your features, “This seems a little too familiar for my liking.” You commented.

And though the men chuckled a little at your words, all three of you knew the truth behind them.

Because the last time they had stood before you, claiming the need to go on a dangerous mission, neither one of them had returned. And you had no idea if you would be blessed with another chance with them again if that were to happen.

“This time is different, doll,” Bucky quickly glanced at Steve as he spoke.

“We actually need to do this one,” The blond picked up, “This isn’t an optional thing that we just want to do anymore.”

You sighed irritably, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting on your feet, “I know that, but it doesn’t mean I like it.”

“We wouldn’t expect you to,” Bucky had a small grin, a look that you knew he meant to be comforting.

“After this though, we’re done. We’ll be good.” The absolute confidence behind Steve’s voice made you falter, and you softened with a small sigh.

“Alright,” You glared threateningly between the both of them, “But nothing better happen to either of you during this, or I swear to god you will be in for a world of pain.”

“We wouldn’t expect anything less, doll.” They both hugged you tightly.

Tony had been very reluctant to leave you there and you knew it. It wasn’t as if you had been directly involved in anything that went down in Germany, and the man was actually quite fond of you, but at the end of the day, he knew that you would choose Steve and Bucky over anything. And that was seen as a threat to the government.

So you sat in the cell you had been shoved into, one across from Sam, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall and drumming your fingers along the ledge of your door.

A sudden ruckus from beyond the room that your cells were in made everyone in the room's heads snap up and towards the source of the noise.

Quickly, you scampered to your feet, because you knew right away what it was.

Sure enough, the door opened and in walked Steve, everyone’s night and shining armor.

He rushed around the room, unlocking everyone's cells and setting them free before finally getting to yours.

Similar breaths of relief left your lips in sync and you pulled each other in for a hurried hug before pulling away, “Are you alright?” He asked, eyes scanning over your features for any sign of injury.

You smiled reassuringly, “I’m fine, Steve.” You glanced behind his shoulder to where everyone was milling around, “Now let's get the hell out of here.”

“Are you sure about this?” Steve asked as you both strode over to where Bucky sat on a medical table.

“You don’t have to do this, Buck. You know that, right?” You chewed on your bottom lip as you spoke.

He looked up at both of you, “I can't trust my own mind.” His lips pulled into a sad smile, “So until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under the ice is the best thing.” Then he added, “For everybody.”

Though you didn’t agree, nor want him to do it, you still nodded along with Steve, both of you understanding where he was coming from and why he wanted to do this.

You both watched as the Wakandans prepared Bucky for cryostasis and Steve squeezed your hand reassuringly.

As much as you knew that this was what Bucky wanted and thought was best, you still couldn’t bring yourself to look as they put him in the chamber and turned the machine on. Instead, you moved to stare out the window.

“He’s going to be alright, you know,” Steve spoke softly as he came to stand next to you.

“I know,” You sighed, crossing your arms over yourself, “It’s just, after everything, I can’t help but worry.”

“Me too,” He agreed, nodding his head, “But this time, everything is under his terms.” He turned to look at you, “He’ll get the help he needs here.”

You smiled gently at the man, “I hope so.”

All I know

“Steve,” You sobbed as you collapsed into the man’s chest, “What’s happening?” The words were desperate, rushed, and slurred.

“We lost,” The man breathed out, as if he was unable to comprehend his own words.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, there were so many of them against Thanos, some of the strongest in the galaxy. Everyone was supposed to have made it through this battle- Bucky was supposed to have made it. But he along with half of the universe had been ripped out of existence by the mere snap of a finger.

You had watched in complete horror from the Wakandan castle as soldiers and avengers all around you turned into dust and disappeared into the wind.

Of course, you in your panicked mind had immediately forced you to seek your two best friends out, only for one of them to still be standing.

“Bucky, Bucky,” You continued sobbing even harder.

How many times had you gone through this? How many times had you already lost one of your best friends? How many more times were you going to be forced to go through this?

The uncomfortably familiar feeling of your heart being ripped out and torn to shreds before your very eyes settled over you as you desperately clung onto Steve as if he was your only lifeline. Which, at the moment, he was.

“We lost,” He whispered again, holding you closer as tears of his own began to trek like waterfalls down his cheeks, “We lost.”

All I know

Five years. Five whole years before the remaining avengers were finally able to pull together and figure out a way to bring everyone that had been lost back.

It wasn’t easy, but after five of the hardest years of your life, you would have gone to any lengths to ensure that the universe could be whole once more.

A thousand different emotions hit you like a bullet train as you stared with an unbelieving gaze at Bucky, who stood beside Steve.

Both of them, side by side. One having returned from the dead- again.

With the first sob of happiness you had let out in years, you sprinted to close the rest of the distance between you and the man and barreled your body into his, feeling him catch you and hold you close with ease.

Steve smiled tearfully, placing a hand on each of your shoulders before pulling you both in for a group hug.

No time might have passed for Bucky, but for you and Steve, you couldn’t spend another moment away from the man. Not with the knowledge that he had finally returned.

Loving you is a losing game

Steve came to a stop in front of you and Bucky, giving you each a long look full of love for his best friends, “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He joked softly, shifting the case of infinity stones in his hand.

“How can we?” You asked on a second nature you had developed back in the earliest days of your friendship with the boys.

“You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky finished, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket as he spoke with a small, fond smile.

Steve smiled and both men immediately stepped forward and hugged each other tightly, and you watched from the sidelines as they did so.

When they pulled away, the blond man turned his attention to you, sadness beginning to cloud his features, “Will you be-“

“I’ll be fine, Steve.” You cut him off with a reassuring smile.

You knew that despite everything you had gone through together since waking up in a completely different time period, he still saw you as the terrified person who had no idea what was going on in the world around her. He still saw his best friend that he felt the need to protect.

But even though you were still and always would be his best friend, you weren’t the same girl that needed protecting anymore. You had time and you finally adjusted to the world around you, growing more and more confident in it- and yourself- by the day.

And it’s not like you would be alone, you would still have Bucky with you.

Just as the man seemed to hesitate once more, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug, Steve automatically reciprocating the gesture.

When you both slowly pulled away, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, hands releasing his arms and allowing him to step away for what you knew to be the last time.

“I’m gonna miss you, buddy.” There was an undetectable emotion in Buckys voice as he spoke.

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck.” The blue-eyed man reassured him kindly.

“Punk,” The word slipped past Bucky's lips, almost as if he hadn’t meant them to.

“Jerk,” A smile pulled at the corners of Steve’s own lips.

You shook your head back and forth softly, “Idiots.”

Both you and Bucky shifted to stand side by side as Steve walked up onto the platform and got ready to depart to bring all of the infinity stones back to their rightful times.

As Sam and Bruce went over the directions with them, the blond made eye contact with you and Bucky one last time, and you gave him a nod that said a thousand things.

It’s alright. We’ll be fine. You’ve done so much. Go, you deserve your own happiness.

With a small countdown from the Hulk, Steve Rogers disappeared from where he had been standing on the platform, and Bucky moved to wrap his non-metal arm around your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

After five seconds had passed and there was still no sign of Captain America, Sam and Bruce began panicking, but yours and your best friend's eyes knowingly traveled across the field and towards a bench that overlooked a beautiful waterfront.

When the other two avengers realized what was happening, Sam began floating over to where Steve Rogers- now considerably older- sat with his back towards the group. He paused though, glancing at you and Bucky for confirmation, to which you both nodded.

Hanging back to give the two of them some space, you rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder, watching as they interacted, knowing you would never have the chance to do that again with Steve.

“Hey,” Bucky nudged you softly, “We’ll be okay.”

You smiled softly up at him, “I know we will.”

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