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peekaboo-icyou · 11 months

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No longer fearful

Part 1

Pt 2 of fear, is the title cringy lol?

“Baby!!!!!” He searches the house for you and finds you in the library but you don’t notice him, he grabs you and throws you up and catches you “hello my wittle baby” “WIL!” He holds you like a baby “aww is my baby grumpy” you frown at him “you made me lose my page” he pokes your pouts “aww poor baby” he Carrie’s you to your shared bedroom “wil no not right now I am not in the moodddddd I’m tired” you try to escape his arms “oh darling I just need you to get ready for me how about you wear that new dress you got that you were going to show me on a special occasion” you look at his confused “what’s the special occasion?” He smirks “a surprise” “ugh” “c’mon princess you’ll like it I promise” “fine”

you do your hair and makeup then put the dress on its a cute f/c floral dress that goes to just above your knees and it has puffy sleeves with lace trim, of course will knew that he hates secrets so he had to snoop and also he had to make sure it wasn’t a ball gown cause that would not be very dress code for a flower field picnic, once you finish you go out and into the kitchen to get your f/d that your addicted to cause everyone has a drink they are addicted to and wait for Wil,

he comes inside wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants and a chain with your first initial on it and his gold rings and glasses hanging on his collar, “are you ready to go princess” he still hasn’t looked up from his phone “oh um yeah what were you doing outside” “uh huh i um need to put this blindfold on you” you frown “ok” he quickly puts the blindfold on you but right before everything went dark you saw a super nervous expression on his face “oh my you look beautiful darling” you smile and blush “maybe I should have gotten a white blindfold to match your dress better” he kisses you

“ok I’m going to lead you to the car, okay?” You nod and he holds your hand leads you out the door, his hands are really sweaty “is everything okay Wilby?” He chuckles nervously “oh um yeah” you helps you in the car “there you go it about a 25-30 minute drive so feel free to take a nap” and that’s what you did,

when you arrived you were awoken by a stressed sounding Wilbur on the phone you pretended you were asleep still “is everything set up? What do you mean the f/d (favorite dessert) isn’t here?” He whisper yells “out of stock?! I’ve had this planned for weeks didnt the reserve it when I called?!” You pretend to move a little in your sleep “shit I got to go your lucky I got a back up” you heard Wil unbuckle his seat belt and get out and open your door, you feel him wipe some drool of your face and laugh “god your so damn cute” a second goes by and then he gently shakes you awake “wakey wakey it’s time to get up sunshine” you pretend you just woke up “mmm” he unbuckles your seat belt “are you all good and awake now?” You nod “watch your-“ you hit your head “…head” he chuckles a little “shush” he grabs your hand and his hands are even sweatier then before, you giggle “the grass tickles” he mutters something but you don’t hear you finally come to a stop

he takes the blindfold off you you gasp and jump into his arms “I love it Wilby” he smiles “did you just call me Wilby” “yes” you run over to the picnic “come sit down!” There’s a willow tree above you with fairy light and it’s golden hour it’s all you could ask for “you got my favorite snacks!” You immediately start to eat he smiles and watches you eat happily “are you going to eat” “oh um yeah just admiring the view” you giggle and feed him a strawberry he smiles and wipes something off your face after your done eating dinner and stuff like that (you had other stuff than snacks it was just in the car so it was safe)

“come here for a sec n/n I need to show you something” “okay!” When you go behind the tree wil is on one knee you gasp “y/n l/n you’ve already made me the happiest man just dating me but will you make me a happier man and married me, you’ve awaken something inside me ever since I met you before I did I was a cold blooded asshole and treated no one with respect until I saw you, you were so cute and innocent and it made me remember there’s still good in the world so will you please marry me” you start to sob “Yes!!! Yes yes yes!!!!” And you jump into his arms and he kisses you and puts the ring on your finger “god it looks even more beautiful now it’s on your finger” you sniffle “I love you Wilby” “I love you too princess” and that’s when you hear yelling, he freezes and grabs you he runs back over to the picnic blanket and lifts it up and there’s a hole “go in there and don’t leave until me or one of my men come get you” you start to cry again “but” he yells at you “no buts just stay there I’ll be back” you grab his arm “no you can’t leave! What if you get hurt we’re supposed to get married!” He slaps your hand off of him “I promise I’ll be back I love you” he kisses you and then covers you up.

Should I make a part 3

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt wilbur #mafia au #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dream smp #mafia boss x reader fluff #mafia romance #mafia rp #mafia aesthetic

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joelsgreys · 7 months

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love from mari! 💗💜 & im so so proud of you, vee! I hope you're doing well :))

MY WITTLE BALL OF SUNSHINE ☀️ thank you Mari, also not only is this SO CUTE but we get both P and game Joel?! 😮‍💨

I hope you’re doing well too my love!

#vee answers #planet-marz1 #sunshine in human form

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twstedstoryshop · 2 years

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Hello Shopkeeper! For your AU event, how about Actors!AU? Like how do the characters interact with each other if they're not in their roles? Probs overall/general headcannons for this one. However, you could limit this if you have specific characters in mind!

Decided to do Vil, Kalim, and Ruggie for this one as I used the loading screen from the game to randomly generate the first few names for me to write about. Hope you enjoy! -Shopkeep

Actor AU with Vil, Kalim, and Ruggie Headcanons

Off-set, the actor for Vil is actually a complete sweetheart. He has the vibe of a class act who feels like you can just chat the whole day away with how amazingly charming he is. All smiles, so gracious when doing interviews and stuff. All interviewers have admitted that whenever they had to talk with Vil’s actor, they get all blushy and bashful when he chats with them.

Compliments and praises everyone, be it those who work backstage or his fellow co-actors. Often calls people “darling” or “dear”.

The people on-set have always mentioned that the change between Vil the character and Vil the actor is such whiplash because Vil’s actor is so kind and would never be too harsh on anybody unless they deserved it.

Vil’s actor was surprised he even got the role and was frankly a bit nervous if he could pull it off. But now that he’s doing more and more episodes of Twisted Wonderland, he adores his role and loves exploring this new mean side to him.

Sometimes makes jokes about how he and Vil are, of course, such fabulous people. Does a hair flip for the camera and everyone is swooning.

Offstage, Vil’s actor does other varied roles but usually he is casted as a love interest, surprisingly. Also does modeling off to the side too.

Honestly, when he comes on and off stage, you don’t see a difference. Kalim’s actor is still a ball of sunshine and so full of energy. Some of the people who work with him are surprised he can still keep trucking despite so many takes that were done.

Is a foodie. The actor loves to explore and look for new places to eat if they’re at an on-site location to act. His co-workers often joke about how Kalim’s actor will often ask between takes, “I’m hungry… Do you wanna get something to eat? Let’s get something to eat later.”

Is from India! Really loves and can connect with Kalim’s character as he can pick out parts of his culture in Twisted Wonderland.

Was way too excited over the prospect that he got to stand on top of an elephant during the marching scenes during his chapter. People were scared that he was gonna fall off half the time but he was having the time of his life.

The actor does admit though that he had his moments where he needed to recharge and hide away from the usual stress of work. People sometimes catch him curled up in a corner, earbuds in, and eyes closed. People won’t admit it but he looked really cute sometimes when Kalim’s actor needed to recharge.

Absolute goofball. Ruggie the character can be slick and sly, but Ruggie’s actor? Complete opposite. If anything, he’s accident prone. There’s been one too many close calls for the actor’s safety around the set.

He’s very fit and an amazing gymnast. Has done his own stunts for Twisted Wonderland. Yet people plead him to let his stunt double do it because they are so scared he’s going to break a bone. Even though he insists, “I can do it!”

There’s a cute famous video of him where one of his coworkers was recording him on their phone and he turned around and started shaking his fake tail around. “Look at my wittle tail. Ain’t it cute~?”

Most physically affectionate guy around. Coworkers often remark that he’s got gremlin little brother energy, especially for the actors of Leona and Jack. More often than not, they get startled by Ruggie’s actor suddenly running up and latching onto them like a koala.

Definitely some little vids of Jack’s actor running rapidly down a hall with Ruggie’s actor on his back and Ruggie yelling excitedly.

Loves that because Ruggie the character loves donuts, he, the actor, gets a bunch of donuts too. His coworkers beg the audience or studios to please stop giving him donuts but Ruggie’s actor encourages it. “Please don’t give him any more donuts. He needs to eat healthy and he’s too hyper already.” “Don’t listen to them, they’re lying. I want more. Please give me more.” “No he doesn’t!” “YES I DOOOO!”

#lovelygrimoire #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland actor au #twst actor au #vil schoenheit #kalim al asim #ruggie bucchi

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wonpilandseungmins-whore · 4 years

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Hii! I luv seeing more writing blogs that write for day6! Can i request for a confession from Wonpil?? Ur writing gives me mad uwus <3

Of course! I would love to see our Piri confess to his wittle crush! And thank you so much for the compliment!

Sunshines & Rainbows 🌈

Wonpil was a cute little college boy, he wasn’t your party type but he wasn’t a complete nerd either. I’d say he had a pretty balanced personality that anyone would fall in love with. But just because he had a good balance of studying and partying that doesn’t mean that this boy does not lock himself up in his dorm room most of the time. He is NOT a good social butterfly and I mean not. He went to parties just out of curiosity, maybe he’ll bump into some drunk girls, maybe the “popular” kids would talk to him. But he simply liked his four walls better than any sort of human interaction. Something was always off though, he loved studying and he liked partying, he had friends, a small group of them but still friends. He wanted someone to always run to with his stress & problems, friends are great but he wanted to connect with this particular someone on a deeper level. Of course he saw Y/n on campus, every time she walked by, it was like a freshly rained forest with exotic flowers and birds chirping. She smelled oh so good and had a personality of an actual child. But she knew when to get serious and that’s why she was so captivating. She was Wonpil’s definition of perfect, but Wonpil’s shy ass couldn’t do anything about it. I mean he could ask his friends but all they’ll do is tease him for the fact he has a crush and not actually helping him.

He was really determined to show his love though, he wouldn’t give up until you gave him a final answer. The boy googled and I mean GOOGLED confession tips. It was quite cute, you guys were mutuals. You knew each other but also at the same time didn’t really know each other. You both knew basic things about each other, favorite color, some interests, friends, nothing out of the ordinary for people who share a class or two and walk pass each other literally everyday. He knew your favorite colors were darker tones so he got you a mix of black and white roses. He didn’t exactly know what flowers you liked but..every girl loves roses....right? Knows how much you love crunch chocolate bars, the kid literally wiped the whole section of crunch bars. He thought some cutely shaped balloons would be nice with the other gifts. One big balloon in the center that says “say yes?” UGH he was so fricking eXCITED! You on the other hand always found Wonpil to be hella cute, you had a connection with him, you couldn’t describe it as a small crush yourself but everyone around you did. He was just a cute little caring fluff ball, how could anyone hate him?

CUT TO THE NEXT DAYYY. You were walking to your animation class when you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Wonpil! You giggled at his slightly disheveled state. “What’s with the balloons Pil?” He smiled brightly at you as he took chocolates and a small surprisingly not squished black and white bouquet out of his backpack. “So Y/n...I’ve liked you since what..senior year in high school and we’re nearing the end of junior year in college. I wanted to give you these gifts to show that I’ve been paying attention when we would pass notes in class or whisper. Heh..so maybe you would like to go out to dinner? Or lunch! Lunch is fine too! But you also don’t have to go! I mean I would like it if you-“ You cut him off with a wide smile and a small kiss on the cheek, you gently took your presents from him as you made eye contact with his puppy eyes that were glistening...was....was he about to cry? “Oh my- Wonpil I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable I’m so sorry-“ He quickly cut you off back as he jumped slightly and smiled. “Yes! Yes! Yes! D-do you wanna be my girlfriend now?!?” Your eyes widened at such a sudden outburst. “O-oh uhm..I mean yea! I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend!” Some people clapped as others kept walking and minded their own business. You quickly went on your knees as you put the chocolates and flowers in your backpack. Tying your balloons to your backpack strap as you quickly stood up, intertwining your fingers with Wonpil’s. His hands felt soft yet masculine. He held your hand up to his face as he kissed the back of it lovingly. You both entered class, you were still quite early so you both decided to sit and talk until the professor came in and started class. “Wow I never realized how adorable you were..I mean I always found you cute but wow.” “Y/nn! We’re together now you can’t tease me anymoreee!” He whined with a pout, the pout turning into a fake cry.

You laughed at his cute expression as you put your index finger over his lips. “Shh! Shh! Be quiet!” You said in between wheezes. Ugh he’s so..so happy? No that’s not it, energetic? Maybe perfect? No that’s not Wonpil, Wonpil is flawless. He’s an absolute sunshine and even if it rains he makes a rainbow. God it’s only been 40 minutes since you’ve been dating and you already wanna tell him you love him.

#kim wonpil #day6 #day6 wonpil #kpop #kim wonpil imagines #fanfic #fluff #confession #love confessions #college #fyp

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cerastes · 5 years

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Completely aimless post in which I just talk about a plethora of things with no real goal other than that I felt like talking about it.

Martial arts are an art, end of the day, but one that is particularly difficult to be self-taught in. You really do need the instruction of someone, especially at first. If you have a solid base that was polished by a good master, then you can continue to improve yourself from there, but I think it’s exceedingly improbable for someone to be able to be truly self-taught as a martial artist. Just like with writing or drawing, there’s a difference between “good martial artist” and “good master”. Someone that is great at the arts might not be good at teaching them. Finding a good master, thus, is a task that should be viewed as it is under this lens. Likewise, you, as a student, can also be a good student or a bad student. A good master and a good student are a beautiful combination. Strive to be good, the rest will follow.

In a way I believe many people will understand it better: It’s incorrect to think of martial arts as active skills. ‘Martial Arts’ is a skill tree composed 80% of passive skills. You practice a punch or a kick or a clinch or a defensive maneuver not to do them consciously, you practice them so they become ingrained in your body language, so you react with them when they need to be used, and so you have the discipline to automatically know when they should be used. It is only in the highest levels of combat or when you are against someone of your level that mind games and the 3D chess games of “I’ll do this and that and this and that so they do this to which I respond with this but I should keep in mind they might do this at bullet point 3 so I’ll watch out for that and do this and that in that case instead” come into play, and they are thoughts that happen in a second, because they do not happen in words, they happen in motions you have ingrained in your body after laborious training. It’s why amateur martial artists tend to lose to street fighters but adept martial artists tend to wipe the floor with the same street fighters: Amateurs are still under the idea of “active skills” martial arts, whereas the adept simply does. Do, and the rest will follow.

It’s unhealthy to not realize and admit to your mistakes, but it is also unhealthy to never forgive yourself for them. Likewise, it is unhealthy to keep ‘friends’ that won’t let you forgive yourself, whether they make it manifest through words or simply through actions, subtle as they can get. It is a sad reality, but it is true. Avoid these friends. Make distance with them if they are not willing to let their own fears or grudge subside after you’ve proven you are not the you of yesterday. Don’t let them think you need to spend a lifetime atoning for once having been the you of yesterday. No one is, was, or will be flawless, but we can and should be better. Don’t let them not let you be better or feel better.

Years ago, I was immature due to my own bad experiences with some people that hurt me deeply and came to the conclusion that cutting people off was the right thing to do if they crossed you. Thinking back on it, it was me being afraid of being hurt again. I’ve long since moved on from this way of thinking, and I’ve embraced contact as the right way to handle things. However, as much as I regret the way I was, I decidedly do not regret cutting off the people I cut off, I simply regret the way in which I cut them off. The people I cut off are people I still do not want around me, and that I would’ve cut off anyways. What I regret is not talking to them and letting them know “hey, you’ve been shit to me, I really do not want to know you anymore,” because it’s unfair to wordlessly cut off someone, but it’s also unfair to subject yourself to more pain because supposed “friends” keep hurting you. I have apologized many times for being the way I was, but I will not apologize, not once, for the people I actually cut off. They are not all bad people, some of them are pretty decent, honestly, but they did me wrong, and not once or twice or thrice. Me cutting them off wordlessly wasn’t something I did after one tiny whoopsie, it was something I did after being wronged several times, and no one can say I didn’t give a bunch of these people chances, because I kept some around even after tons of fights and supposed ‘break ups’, forgiving them for their shit until I simply couldn’t take it anymore. What I’m trying to say here is that I’ve already paid my dues, I regret what I regret, and I acted bad, but that doesn’t mean I’m the bad guy and the other party was composed of poor wittle sunshines that were wronged by the big bad Dreamer. They had it fucking coming, and that’s all I have to say. If I have to feel like a perpetual villain around you because you happen to be friends with one of the people I cut off, then we might as well not be around together any longer, because fuck that noise. I am not saying your friend is a bad egg and you should consider your morality or the viper in your chicken coop or whatever, all I’m saying is that they wronged me pretty bad as well, and I don’t have to deal with your shitty ambivalence. You want to come to terms to this properly? Then fucking talk to me. Communication is the morale of the story, after all.

Yet, life seems to have a knack for having me, by chance or circumstance, be stuck with these people that feel this ambivalence for me for things I’ve already settled years ago. It’s getting really tiresome, and I do not have much patience left in me, years-long friends or not. Having to walk on egg shells because of their fears and/or over something long buried feels terrible, especially when the egg shells are from four-five years ago and everyone has moved on except these third parties.

It’s true that politics have different weights in the lives of different people: For some, it’s just a topic among many, and for others, it’s a matter of life or death. In that regard, I respect the decision to ignore the whole “I’m not going to lose friends over politics”: It is completely valid to part ways with someone over political ideas, for their abstract beliefs may mean concrete consequences for you. That said, I also respect the decision to want to part ways with someone for being too immersed in politics, because even though it may be their livelihood on the line there, perhaps you simply do not have the emotional energy to want to invest into a fight that’s not yours, when you already have your own fights. I personally am someone who doesn’t like politics getting in the way of friendship, but I’d also really rather you don’t turn everything into a political joke, either. It gets very exhausting for many reasons.

The ambivalence born from my love for neuroscience and my incredible distaste for memorization-heavy disciplines is something I think about every day. I love reading article after article of the fascinating new advances in neurosciences, but I cannot for the life of me sit down in front of a moldy textbook and memorize all of these names. It’s too boring. I like the part where we discover and experiment with cool new stuff, not the part where I learn what the name of the little bean-shaped thing behind the eye is.

I don’t think psychoanalysis is inherently a terrible form of therapy and that Freud should be dug up and shot again: I do not agree with most of what Freud said and I do not like psychoanalysis as a form of therapy, but it is true that Freud got the ball rolling for a lot of the future advances of psychology, arguably giving birth to the discipline in the first place, be that in the form of contributions to his theory or counterpoints to it. Whenever I see yet another post saying “SIGMUND FREUD ACTUALLY DID NOTHING FOR THE WORLD,” I simply chuckle, murmur “tumblr not knowing things again, I see,” and I carry on. What I hate about psychoanalysis, however, are the politics behind it. The moment you turn something that should be used first and foremost for the benefit of the people that need it, in this case mentally ill or afflicted people, and turn it into a game of power and influence for your own goals, is the moment you are inhuman garbage and should be removed as a psychologist. Suicide ratings are tragically high, mental health is still seen as a joke among many people, and you want to keep the hegemony of the “original form of analysis” just for the sake of tradition and your own benefit? Die. Really, just die. I don’t use this word seriously very often, but I really think you should die for the benefit of the world if you act this way. You are putting so many people in danger just because of your little game of politics. We are better off without you.

Final thought about psychoanalysis: If it works for some people, it works, and that’s great. The patient shouldn’t be molded for the technique, it is the technique that should be shaped to fit with the patient.

The video game difficulty dilemma is always... Annoying, to be honest, between people that miss the point and the sheer vehemence between both sides, it’s really hard to mediate, but aside from being annoying, it is also a genuinely fascinating topic. I love high difficulty, but I also love games being more accessible. End of the day, though, I think that the idea of bashing your head against a wall until you become skilled enough to surpass the challenge is a beautiful concept, so part of me really thinks that shouldn’t be changed when we specifically talk about FromSoft games. And it’s fine if that’s not your cup of tea! It really is, I’m not saying everyone should like this, but, well, it’s big part of their appeal and their “never give up” message, I don’t think it’s right to facilitate things, to be honest. There’s appeal in the “learn under hostile conditions” idea, after all, and I really don’t know how it is that you can keep that with facilitators. I’d be delighted if they can find a way, though, because I do want more accessibility and all. Hard topic. I immediately refuse to engage with people that see it as an “us vs them” topic, though, lol, I’m here about that constructive dialogue.

Writing is writing, roleplaying is roleplaying, and tabletop roleplaying is tabletop roleplaying. They encompass very different methodologies, I’ve come to learn. It’s pretty fascinating. I love writing walls of text, but tabletop roleplaying, I’ve come to appreciate as a fast and short form. Much like I’ve come to appreciate roleplaying, really. I don’t really do 21 paragraphs anymore, ever, haha. I’ve come to understand the beauty of rapid pacing in the last years. I think it’s pretty essential in a tabletop environment. My DnD group, for example, is composed of Busy People, myself included, and we can’t spare more than one day per week on it, so we try to make every minute of every session count. The verbal nature of it can’t be beat, and were I to DM a game on the net, I really think it would be ideal if we had voice chat to go with it. Though, I understand there would be other problems associated with that, but that’s another story.

Really wish I had more free time, I want to play Trails of so bad.

I fucking hate cooking, bwahaha, I cannot get myself to like it. I like the end result, but I hate the process. Still, I endure, because I like food the way I make it: For me.

Really miss sensei.

I can’t stand people that look at something somewhat dark and immediately dismiss it as ‘edgy’. Where’s your sense of style?

On the same token, though, grown ass people being unironically edgy is painful. “Don’t pretend you don’t want an unhealthy, sexy relationship” alright fam. Unhealthy dynamics aren’t the only way a relationship can be spicy, lol.

Wanna play some basketball.

It’s fucking autumn, baby, the sun has finally fucked off.

Winter palettes are still the best, and combinations of white, purple, turquoise, pink, and shades of green can’t be beat.

Wanna rewatch Shirobako.

I’m pretty fucking tired and short on patience towards numerous people for different reasons, the main definitely being that the thesis is fucking tiring, but I am overall having a good time and I am enjoying life.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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A Brother’s promise pt.1; Bucky x teen reader

Okay now that I’ve gotten up all my Peter Quill oneshots for Chris Pratt’s bday, I can now go back and finish up my Bucky masterlist and once that is all done, MY MASTERLIST WILL BE COMPLETELY UPDATES WOOOOOO!! Now be prepared for some brotherly feels but at the end it ends with angst but don’t worry I’ll post up pt. 2 immediately after this. I hope you guys enjoy it. Warnings for assault and swearing but other than that FEELS AND FLUFF.

Taglist:

@evyiione

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*1943*

It was just your average Spring day up here in Brooklyn, NY. Except that we were on the brink of war with Germany. Able-bodied young men or veterans from the last World war signed up to join the allies and fight off Germany and the Axis powers and my brother was fortunately one of the men who had passed his physical exams and now was waiting for his orders to come in. It was fortunate for them because my brother was probably the best man they could have, but unfortunate for me personally because he's the only family I've got left, well except for Steve but let's face it I'm looking after him more than him for me *but poor sweetie he does try to defend me as best he can when it comes to boys wanting me for my body when my brother isn't around*.

I decided to go see a movie today after waking up to find the house empty, probably because Buck may have been called in to receive his orders. So since I had no responsibilities to do today I thought eh why not go see what cartoon's are showing in the cinemas today. I purchased my ticket and got a small candy bar to snack on during the movie. I managed to find a seat in the crowd and the lights dimmed ready for the movie to start. But just before the film started, an advertisement promoting what is happening over seas at the war and what we as fellow citizens can do to help the soldiers that are fighting to protect us. I began to think that maybe I could be a nurse since I am in a nursing program at school studying to become one after I graduate from High school.

But of course Big Brother Best Friend disagrees.

He thinks I should collect scrap metal and work in the factory or sew up uniforms, anything to stay here on American soil.

But it was then a male's voice cried out.

"Who cares! Would you just play the movie!" Very loudly and obnoxiously I might point out.

"Show some respect you asshole" I muttered as the ad continued to roll on how we as citizens can help.

"Come on! Let's go! Hey just start the cartoon!" The boy said again. He was even starting to make some people in the theater cry, angry, annoyed, even insulted at what he was saying because most of them had family members (like me) who were already in Europe fighting in the war some even had received word that either husbands, brothers or sons have been either Killed or Missing in action. My hands were shaking with rage at this asshole's mockery.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD!!!!" I exclaimed in rage as the male now stood up and turned around to face me. My eyes narrowed viciously.

I punched him across the face as we were now in an alleyway and kicked him in the balls making him cringe and fall to the ground.

"Maybe next time you'll have some respect for the men in the uniform! Especially towards their family members!" I was mainly speaking about Bucky and how anyone who disrespects the soldiers disrespects him personally and I HATE when people talk about my brother in a negative or cruel way behind his back. I adjusted my purse and walked away from the alleyway but then the next thing I knew I was tackled from behind and pushed up against the wall with my arms pinned to my side and my chin being grasped in this scum's free hand.

"You know, I like a woman with fire in her. You'd make a pretty cute doll". He forced his lips on mine making me scream and try to push him off me but he made sure to keep my hands pinned and my legs immobile by pinning his whole body on top of mine.

"HEY!!" The boy was soon pulled away from me and standing protectively in front of me now was my Brother Bucky Barnes. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to treat women nicely, especially girls that are younger than you!" He snarled protectively. The bully tried to throw a weak punch at my brother but he dodged it and sucker punched the bully across the jaw before literally kicking him in the butt towards the wall and pinning him against it while taking his wrists and pulling his arms behind him. The bully cried out in pain as my brother sneered, "now you apologize to my sister or you'll have to find a way to walk without your arms OR your legs!" Bucky pulled the bully's arms back further making him cry out in agony. "APOLOGIZE!"

"OKAY MAN OKAY!! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! UNCLE MAN UNCLE!!"

"Now get out of here!" Bucky tossed him aside and kicked him in the butt again and this time the bully ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Bucky turned towards me and said."Sometimes I think I should just put a leash on you so you don't go running into trouble".

"Like that would honestly work Buck, besides I managed to beat him up a bit before the bastard took me by surprise".

"Uh-huh".

"I did! I kicked him in the balls!"

"Alright now watch your language young lady, what would mom say if she could hear you talk like this?"

"She'd make me wash my mouth off with soap over ten times". Bucky then grabbed my purse from the floor just a bit away from where I was tackled and handed it back to me which I accepted and finally took notice of his uniform. "You got your orders?" Bucky looked down at himself and said.

"The 107th, Sargent James Barnes, and shipping out for England first thing tomorrow". My heart dropped. Tomorrow? He was leaving so soon? This early after being drafted for only a few weeks. I clenched the handle of my purse and said solemnly.

"Guess we should go home and pack your stuff". I didn't want him to leave this early, truthfully I didn't want him to leave at all. I know it sounds selfish of me but hey I'm his little sister so I've gotta be selfish at least once or twice right?

Bucky smiled softly and wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me close and noogied me softly,

"Hey come on sis, it's my last night. Don't make me remember my baby sister with a frown on her face".

"I'm not a baby!" I retorted.

"Yes you are, you're my wittle baby-waby sister!" Bucky teased.

"Shut up jerk-face!" I pushed on his chest freeing myself from his grip and adjusted my hair from his brotherly noogies. I grinned back at him and exclaimed "race yah home!" Bucky then ran after me and the two of us raced back to our apartment.

Just when I was about to win by reaching the stairs, I was picked up and placed at the side of the stairs by Bucky allowing him to run up the stairs first.

"Hey! No fair! Cheater!"

"All's fair in love and war sister dear! Besides you never established ground rules!" I raced after him and then he reached the door first and a few seconds later I got to the door. "What took you so long slow-poke?"

"You cheated and you know it. I feel sorry for the 107th division knowing that they'll have a cheater on board their unit".

"Wanna repeat that?" As I unlocked the door then as soon as I got it open, he head-locked me and dragged me inside as the two of us playfully growled and cried out battle cries and sounds as we wrestled until he had me pinned on the couch.

"Get off me you goober!"

"Sorry what was that?"

"Oh I know you can hear me jerk-face!"

"Come again. I can't hear over the sounds of how awesome I am".

"Oh that's really mature Buck, now get off me pretty please?" I then busted out my secret weapon.

The triple decker, sweet and adorable bunny face *with nose twitch*. I leaned up against his face allowing my nose to twitch against his cheek as he exclaimed in a playfully dying tone.

"Oh no, not that! No please stop it, I can't take it. It's too much, Oh God no I cant--I......" He then fell to the ground "dead" with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

"Take that Sargent, not even a hard core soldier can withstand the power of the Bunny face!" It was then Bucky suddenly tackled me back onto the couch making the two of us laugh. As we began to settle down, my sadness soon started coming back to me. My eyes lost their happy sparkle and my lips formed into a frown.

"Hey, come here you," Bucky lifted me up and held me close to his chest allowing me to cry into his shoulder. "Shhh, easy girl, easy, easy now. Shhh, it's okay, okay it's okay shh".

"I'm gonna miss you Buck, I wish you didn't have to go".

"And believe me when I say that I wish I didn't either. But we need all the soldiers we can get, I have to go, besides they'll need a little class with me over there". We both softly laughed then Bucky raised my chin up to look me in the eyes and said as he wiped away my tears, "but please (y/n), don't let my last memory of you be you crying for me, I want to see that beautiful smile on your face can you show me that smile now?" With my tears and broken heart I couldn't quite give him that 'ray of sunshine' smile he says I have, but my lips did twitch a bit in a lope-sided smile. "Now that wasn't it, I deserve to see that smile, even if I have to force it outta yah". He then began tickling my sides.

I thrashed and tried to escape his tickly hands but he had me trapped against the couch and him but each time I tried to push him away, he would move onto the next available open space to tickle me. After awhile of begging, he finally stopped and allowed me to breathe.

"And I even got to hear that beautiful laugh too, a bonus for Big Brother".

"Yeah--right...... you nearly tickled me to death you jerk!" Bucky grinned smugly but then his face softened as he stroked my hair out of my eyes and tucked them behind my ear. "Oh God, I soaked your uniform with my stupid tears".

"Hey, don't worry about that that'll dry quick no one will notice, but you however are a different story (n/n)" he wiped my tears away with his thumb and continued, "I'll make sure to write as much as I can, and if that knucklehead Steve stays here, he'll be here to take care of you. I won't let myself be killed that easily because I have something else important worth fighting for besides freedom". He smiled at me and I smiled back at him. "There it is, there's that smile I've been waiting for" he kissed my forehead, cheeks, and nose before Eskimo kissing me making me softly laugh.

"Promise you'll come back home safe and sound?" He stroked my cheek and said.

"I'll promise this; when and if I come back from the war, as soon as we're back together. You. Me. The old cabin in the woods, just like when we were kids. We'll take the trail that mom and dad took us on every year we went there, and it'll just be the two of us together camping the whole time for 3 months, how's that sound sis?" The old cabin just my Big brother and I? Catching fireflies, watching the stars and making pictures with them, roasting marshmallows making s'mores, doing everything we use to do when we were kids?

Heck yeah that sounded good.

I sniffled and nodded with a smile on my face. Bucky smiled back and embraced me back as he kissed my head softly as he stroked my hair.

"I love you baby sis".

"Love you too Big Brother Best Friend".

*FF TWO YEARS LATER*

Hoping to have my brother back soon with news of the allies winning gave me hope that that camping trip was still on. But it wasn't until I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door revealing a group of men, one of them actually being the famous Howard Stark, and a woman.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes are you Miss (y/n) Barnes?" The woman asked.

"Yes I am, why?"

"Miss Barnes my name is Agent Peggy Carter, your brother and friend Steve Rogers fought along side us, Howard Stark helped design Captain Roger's weapons and these other gentlemen were apart of the Howling Commandos alongside your brother, there was to be a telegram to be sent to you but we felt like you should receive the news in person," Peggy then began to tell me how my brother fell off a movie train during a mission defending Steve, and how Steve saved the city of New York by putting the ship in the water.

My heart stopped and my body froze.

Next thing I remember, I'm leaning against Miss Carter crying as I fell to my knees. My brother and best friend whom I've considered another big brother are both dead. But that wasn't the worse thing, as crazy as it sounds it wasn't the worst thing.

The worst thing was that Bucky broke his BBBFF promise to me.

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