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tastybluesprite · 5 months

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Normal human things

After finishing sao Alicization, I am so sad. Luckily I can write this to make me feel better! I absolutely love this duo with all my heart and soul I miss them so much *sobs*

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling

Summery: Kirito finds out something about Eugeo that he is a little embarrassed about. Luckily Kirito is a good friend who knows how to make anyone feel comfortable.

Eugeo watched in awe at Kirito as he swung his sword. They were doing a round of practice at the academy.

“Wow Kirito! you truly are something with a sword.” He said.

“Heh, thanks Eugeo. This skill didn’t come from nowhere though. It took me a long time to reach this level.”

“Wow, really? You must’ve worked hard for a long time… Hey, you think you could teach me that move?”

Kirito made a face of mock deep thinking, then grinned. “Of course I can! C’mon over here and I’ll show you.”

And so Kirito showed him, or at least… tried to anyway. Eugeo thought it looked somewhat easy enough to manage, but he couldn’t seem to get the form right.

“Like this?” He asked, shifting himself a little in hopes to match Kiritos stance.

“Nah you have to move down a bit more… um.. that’s not… ehh..”

Eugeo tried moving a little bit like he asked, but it put him in an awkward stance that was completely opposite from what Kirito wanted him to do.

“Agh sorry Kirito! I swear I’m doing my best. This is more complicated than I anticipated…”

Kirito chuckled. “Don’t worry Eugeo it’s all good. Here… let me show you this way…”

Without warning, Kirito came up by his side and placed his hands around his ribs, gripping the spot to shift him in a more proper posture.

He wasn’t prepared though, for when the blonde suddenly let out a high pitched squeak, and recoiled away from him quickly.

“Ah.. I’m sorry did I hurt you?” Kirito asked, completely oblivious to the truth behind such a reaction.

“N-no, you’re fine! I’m ok really it’s no big deal. Y-you just surprised me that’s all…”

Blushing, Eugeo quickly got up and made his way back to his original position.

Kirito this time moved his hands so that they were placed around on either side of him, a hand on his back and another at his stomach, hoping that would be more comfortable for adjusting him. But as soon as he grabbed him that way, his fingers accidentally digging a little into his belly, Eugeo let out a harsh breath, quickly moved away from his grip once again. This time he was really forcing down the laughter bubbling in his chest.

“Seriously Eugeo if somethings wrong-“ Kirito suddenly paused when he then noticed a wobbly smile on the blondes face, also taking note on how Eugeo stood in a more body protective stance with his arms squeezed close to his sides. A gentle smile suddenly overtook his own when the realization dawned on him, clicking together like a puzzle.

“Ohh I get it… you’re ticklish aren’t you.” He said, amusement filling his voice.

Eugeos face burned as he could not meet the darker eyes. “Y-yeah, I am…”

“Well why didn’tcha say something before? I could’ve just been more careful…”

He noticed just how red Eugeos face was, and how he looked like he wanted to cry.

“Eugeo, it’s ok, seriously. Why does it bother you so much?” Kirito asked, worry filling his voice as he tilted his head a bit, trying to meet the boys eyes.

“B-because… well… it’s just a bit… embarrassing, that’s all. I want to be a swordsman. I can’t be weak or have such a childish inconvenience.”

Kirito sighed and smiled. “Eugeo… it’s not anything to be ashamed of. I mean sure it can be inconvenient sometimes. But it’s the most normal and human thing ever. Even I’m ticklish!”

Eugeo the wore a look of surprise at that. “Seriously?”

“Yeah sure I am! I may seem like this tough and strong fighter, but inside, I’m still human just like you.”

Eugeo suddenly felt himself be a bit more relaxed.

“You know what,” Kirito began, “you really gotta loosen up a lot more. I’ll show you that it’s no big deal!”

And before Eugeo could say anything, Kirito tackled him to the ground, and began wiggling his fingers up and down the blondes sides.

“G-gYAh! KiHihihirihihitohoho nohohohoho!!!” He erupted into giggles. His body’s fight or flight reflex’s took over as he flailed and fought against the raven heads hands.

“Awwe well look at that~ I never knew your laugh could be this cute..” Kirito teased playfully, grinning at how endearing the sound was. It was bubbly, light, and almost childish, but in a really good way.

“Shuhuhut ihihihit!! Cohohome ohohon!!!” Eugeo cried out. “Wehehe neheheed tohohoho prahahactice!!”

“Practice can wait, and besides, you need this, wether you admit it or not. You’re too tense to properly accomplish this move.”

Kirito switched around different spots, digging into his ribs, squeezing his hips. Eugeo squealed when Kirito shoved his hands into his armpits.

Eugeo couldn’t tell if he was in heaven or hell. The sensations were overriding his brain and making it difficult to properly coordinate his movements.

Suddenly, Eugeo let out a loud shriek, and began curling up desperately as Kiritos hands made their way to his belly.

“HyAHahAhHaHA KIhiHihIHIHiHihirihiTOhoho!!!” His high pitched cackles filled the air.

“Heh looks like I found a pretty bad spot?” Kirito said with a mischievous grin, squeezing around the soft of his belly.

“OhoHOHOhOhOBVEHEHEIOHOUSLY!!!” Eugeo cried when Kirito also slipped a finger into his belly button, making him squeal and desperately try pushing his hands away.

“NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!!!!”

Soon his laughter became more wheezy, so Kirito stopped to let him breathe properly.

“Hah.. hah… that was ahahawful….” Eugeo groaned, clutching at his stomach, which felt a bit sore from laughter.

“But was it so bad? Don’t you feel loosened up now?” Kirito asked with a smile.

Eugeo considered it. “Actually… you’re right. I do feel less tense. Thank you.”

“Anytime! See? Tickling can be great. It’s a good stress reliever and a great bonding experience too. Want to try that move again? Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be more careful.“

Eugeo nodded slowly and got up. Kirito was true to his word. He made sure to only move and adjust him by his arms.

Eventually Eugeo managed to get the stance down and soon was able to pull off the move. It wasn’t as powerful and needed a ton of work, but Kirito thought it was still amazing for a first try nonetheless.

“Great job! It needs a bit of work, but I think you really got it down.” Kirito said with a smile, his chest filling with pride at his disciple.

“Thank you Kirito. Hopefully someday I’ll become a great swordsman all thanks to you.”

“I’m sure you will! Even if you are a little ticklish~” Kirito grinned, wiggling a finger into his side playfully, making the other giggle and move back.

They spent the rest of the time practicing moves, Eugeo continuing to practice the move Kirito has just taught him, until they had to go back to their dorms for curfew. Eugeo was looking forward to the day where he’d finally become strong enough to save Alice.

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thegayfromrulid · 2 years

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What do you think about Kirito and Eugeo being canonly ticklish? I mean they tease each other in the anime and in the bed scenes... it's just so adorable to listen to their laughter~ (Sorry if this might make you a bit uncomfy)

While I haven't played any of the games besides a mobile game (Unleash Blading), just from their behavior in the novels and some bonus side stories I can 100% see this happening.

Kirito figures out early on that Eugeo is quite ticklish, especially around his sides and hips. He'll sneak up and begin a tickle attack when Eugeo isn't on his guard, sometimes when he's distracted by someone else like Tiese. He loves teasing Eugeo just to see his beautiful smile and blushing cheeks, and his laugh is super adorable. Eugeo tends to curl up and/or squirm just a little bit when tickled.

Eugeo eventually whirls around one time and retaliates, learning that Kirito is WAY more ticklish than he is and flails a lot when he's tickled. At first, he felt kind of bad, but hearing Kirito laugh like that made him really happy, so he keeps doing it, even so far as starting the tickle attack on occasion.

This is SUPER cute and I would totally believe they do this in canon.

#ask #ask me anything #sword art online #sao alicization #eugeo #kirito #sao #tickling #wertzunge

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tickling-giggles · 2 years

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What are your fav tickle scenes?

Probably the one from Chio’s school road

Free!, and SAO

#kiara answers #kiara talks #anime tickling #sao tickle #chio’s school road #Free!tickle #anon ask

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spaghettitigers · 11 months

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in some ways, and others - arthur/eames

fic 1 of a self-imposed challenge to just write and not think too much on it, following themes. this one's is misunderstanding.

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Eames doesn't remember how he got here.

That's the first thing really. There he is, tied to a chair whose legs stand at the edge of a pool, and the cool metal of a gun pressed to the side of his temple. The ropes on his wrists and chest are frayed slightly, where he feels the ends tickle his pinky. It's nighttime, a waning moon by the light, because his kidnapper may lack imagination but that has never stopped him from attempting flair.

"Arthur, darling,is this all necessary?" he asks, because if he's honest, there's an itch on his brow that's beginning to bother him more than he'd like to admit.

Arthur clicks the safety off before moving in front of eames' precariously placed chair. His mouth is pursed into a tight, unamused line and while Eames is typically always prepared to wax poetic about Arthur's face, the narrowed eyes at least partially accomplish their mission of intimidation.

He's in a sour mood, Eames thinks, and because he's Eames, he so enjoys moments of little forethought, and says exactly that. He can't help who he is, it's in his blood, his DNA, the very fiber of his being-

"You seem in a terribly sour mood, love."

"Don't call me that," Arthur snaps, and then slower, reeling himself back to the cool and collected mask that Eames despises, "Why did you sell me out to Myers?"

The anger in his voice is subtle (Eames snorts internally at the thought, because none of this is subtle), but he can picture it in the undercurrent of Arthur's skin, slow and venomous. He looks delectable here,(Now is hardly the time to be thinking of his fingers in those chocolate curls, scrapes of teeth on his neck, a heavy hand squeezing the solid line of Arthu's waist - no, Eames is simply cursed to have memories of this).

"This would go a lot faster if I knew what the bloody hell you're talking about," Eames replies.

The gun pushes closer. "Don't fuck with me Eames, I'm really not in the mood. Only 3 ppl in the world knew about the plan for Armstead Technology and who knew Myers would blow as many knee joints and break as many fingers as necessary to get the files from me, so," Arthur inhales deeply, "I'll ask again and only this once more, why did you do it?"

Eames' head spins as reality sinks in. Arthur believes every word. The tension of his forearm veins is stark in the blue reflected pool light, dancing across the fine hairs.

"As flattered as I am about the theatrics, you truly didn't need to go so far on my accord. I haven't the faintest clue what you're on about, so when you're ready to have an adult conversation about this, I'll be right here." They're bold words, and he hopes on hope that his nonchalance hides his fear about the situation.

Eames' head is yanked back by his hair, a sharp hiss escaping between his teeth. "Was the payoff worth it? I was this," Arthur emphasises, "close to being dropped into the Danube, just like this, so you'll excuse my impatience today."

"You think I'm playing? What's wrong with you, Arthur? I never even knew Armsweng, Amsterdam, whatever they are, before this, much less to sell you off to the highest bidder like cattle."

The grip on his hair has thankfully loosened, the tiniest fraction. Arthur's eyes bore into his, searching for the slip up that he's expecting, but Eames can only see fatigue and- a depth of something gone terribly wrong, like Arthur's world has turned itself inside and out.

For the first time in the evening, Eames catches sight of the healing cut running parallel to Arthur's hairline, how Arthur keeps his gun hand strong but wavering just the tiniest bit, Arthur's microexpression of a wince when he pulled Eames' hair.

Arthur doesn't say anything yet, just staring as Eames examines him. And then: "I saw communiques in your Sao Paulo apartment from Cha. The money was impressive, even by my standards, and the last someone had seen you was Bucharest. I can put two and two together. I really should've known." The inference is left hanging in the air, a live wire.

Eames gapes at him. "I haven't been to Brazil in months. And I'm not stupid enough to grass up one of the best point men out there and piss off no doubt the countless fans of your work. Did my apartment look liveable any way to you? Because I know for a fact that my electricity was out and the plumbing broke ages ago."

His hair is finally released, and he catches the flash of doubt in time. Bingo.

"What did they do to you?"

Arthur's jaw locks, and there's more wounds on the underside of his jaw that Eames can glimpse from this angle. He's somehow sure that what he sees is only a fraction of the damage that's been done.

"Arthur, I thought our relationship had more depth than that. What would I have to gain by getting rid of you?"

"That's not- you're-" Arthur groans, scraping a hand across his face, gun still held in his hand but thankfully, no longer pressed against his person. "You've always said you'd sell your own mother and her ducklings if the pay was good enough. What is anyone supposed to believe?"

Eames feels relief exhale through him. He's not 100% safe, he knows, not until he's been kicked awake and about 15,000 kilometres away from whatever seedy place Arthur has them camped out in.

A chair that definitely hadn't been there a moment ago is just far enough for Arthur to slump in and stretch his long legs. He looks drained as the day Mal died, a particularly unhappy memory that Eames can always perfectly recollect. Eidetic memories don't always come in handy, to many people's surprise.

"How low you must think of me, sweet." He wants to be shocked, but he knows that his own rumours and the reputation he had developed in the dreamsharing community is his own concoction. He's unsure why it bothers that Arthur thinks of him simply as everyone else.

"Fuck." Arthur's head is in his hands, and there's the slightest tremble in his hands. Clearly, the man hadn't recovered from whatever treatment had been doled out to him. "Fuck."

Arthur surges up and there's a flash of reflected light before the ropes on Eames' chest are cut loose and he can barely react before Arthur turns the barrel onto himself, a clean shot to the neck.

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By the time Eames figures out a way to kick himself awake, only the faint scent of Arthur's cologne remains. A hastily scribbled note sits on the night stand of the bed.

I'm sorry.

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(Years later, Arthur and Eames will come back together for the Fischer job, where Eames will confront Arthur about all the favours he's called to pull Eames from every pickle Eames found himself in, self inflicted or otherwise. He'll catch Arthur at a weak moment and convince him for a drink when they land in LA, high on life and success and the sweet sound of his bank account filling up and by some miracle, Arthur will agree with only three attempts of flirtation versus his regular arsenal of five.

Arthur will flush so pretty in the yellow lighting of the dive bar, and apologise again about four times before Eames puts a hand over his. Arthur will pull away like he's been stung but it doesn't stop the blush or the way he turns away to gulp more beer with the smallest smile.

They'll go to bed together, and lie naked and touching, as Eames caresses each scar from all those years ago. He'll kiss each raised bump and feel this odd pull from his chest when he watches Arthur shiver each time. And slowly, he'll understand why Arthur couldn't do anything more to Eames that day, when Eames knows that had it been anyone else in that dream, they would've never seen him coming.)

#arthur x eames #inception #tom hardy #jgl #fic challenge #misunderstanding #fic

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mermaidstede · 6 months

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not ready for the new episodes i’m not ready for these new episodes i’m NOT READY not ready for potential parallels to being run through not ready for ed in stede’s robe not ready for them to be having breakfast in bed after finally giving each other a little tickle not ready for zheng yi sao to return and raise hell with the crew not ready for the gay ass party and the drag and ahhhhh not ready i’m not ready

#*#ofmd s2 spoilers

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pixelchills · 1 year

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If the animutants watched anime, which do you think would be their favorite?

Oooh this is an interesting question!

I think Moondrop would enjoy brain-tickling mysteries like Death Note, Monster and AOT.

Sunrise would most likely watch a lot of shounen adventures, like Naruto and SAO.

And then I think they'd both enjoy some good adult-ish comedy like Gintama or Uramichi Oniisan :D

#asks #animutants #a not so sunny world #moondrop #sunrise

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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WAIT it's been a long long time since I've watched SAO... Kirito is canonically ticklish??

YES!!!

In the game you can choose to tickle his ears and it’s so cute

#t content #written in the stars #ducky’s moonbeams 🤍

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ech0wo · 22 days

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Im watching SAO for the first time at the request of a few of my friends. I'm to ep17, and so far I've been loving it a lot. The buddy who introduced me to it says that him and one of our mutual friends wants to set up a watch party with me, so now I'm in a rush to figure out if there's any tickle scenes at all, because I don't want to be jumpscared by it. Please please please let me know if there is one, and what episode it might be in so I can try to watch up until that point

#I really don't want to get stuck watching a tickle scene with them #No matter how short #Because those two boys are the biggest tickle monsters I've ever met #And I think I would just #Explode #If that happened

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brainfugk · 25 days

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Too late for me I should've been sleeping.

But(t)

About how everyone around them, Izzy, Calico, Mary and Ann thought, that they've had their dalliances / tickle / handie whatever.

Ed is absolutely used to this. Maybe that's usual when two pyrates are close to each other. Welp, yeah, you're fun I suppose, shall we bugger? And, only one obvious step towards that kind of relationship with Stede was the first "you wear fine things well" and Ed chickened out. Ed knew, that Stede is different (duh...) not only because of an auxiliary wardrobe, or bits of paper near the fire or his pretty shoes or the fact he paid his crew a wage.

Poor Ed wanted to be saved from the piracy by this man, who ignored all the unwritten pyrate rules (including buggering eachother) and few of the masculinity ones and some of the regular ones. He saw the teal light at the end of the tunnel and held himself back so as not to block that escape.

Enter Izzy, who recognised that light too, but for him it was a fire to his lifestyle. Ed would never* end up taking ++ Act of Grace ++, if it weren't for his interference.

*yes, maybe, but for the sake of this argument, please bear with me

Stede, by the complete ignorance of rules he hadn't hear of, and stumbling over a few issues, like fighting Zen Y Sao**, ultimately won his Princess Blackbeard.

**also Izzy, when you think about it, he's accepting fights with highly skilled fighters, I doubt he is that stupid. It must've been lack of the oranges.

So on the one side we have Izzy, who plays along the rules (who lack imagination) and on the other side we have Stede, who ignores all the rules (who has a lot of imagination). And only one gets Ed to be forever*** by his side.

***yes, I'm definitely here. Forever and ever. Do not separate.

#rambling #our flag means death #I definitely don't know where was I going by this #help meeee #i have family

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fff777 · 4 months

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I watched Dream sketch #11 in Sao Paulo, Santiago, Lima, CDMX

This is part 1 of my reactions

Is this the last dream sketch? There have been so many, and there are so long, it takes so long for me to catch up lol. I think their South America dates were towards the end of TDS2 tour so maybe lol. Or maybe they'll have one more dream sketch for the final concert dates in South Korea.

Mark cutting food for Jisung while he fiddles with the camera :P

星星長大啦 X3

Jisung said Jaemin was super rich boyfriend style and the guys were like ehhh but he's dressed a bit ultra-casually. Dude that's how the ultra rich dudes dress XD

Jisung asking Mark how to ask the staff to clean up the plates. I want to see more of Marksung :P I think they're kind of overlooked because they're closer with the other members but we can't deny that there's a good deal of trust between the mathyung and maknae of Dream.

Mark is so focused on Jaemin's short sleeves but otherwise he said Jaemin's boyfriend style was cute <3 <3 <3

LMAO and Jaemin's socks are all stretched out what is this man he is totally on ultra casual mode lmfao.

Steak on fire literally

Mark adjusted the camera settings and now he can see his bros XD

Mark can't help it

Clingiest group of men alive

I feel like the way they choose to lie on the couch says a lot about them

...Okay?

Tickle tickle

Beginnings of vocal line joining Saturday Drip rehearsal

Gongju-nim

Jaemin called Brazil Czennies the most precious people in the world and Mark went no that's u

Jisung's outfit. They all have different outfits here compared to previous concerts I think. Also I think I caught Renjun mid-yawn here, sorry dude.

So they're coming off of the high of the Bruno Mars concert that I think literally every kpop idol watched lol

Nahyuck things

I do like these frilly white outfits a lot but as I mentioned before Renjun's outfit reminds me too much of Mclovin lol. I like Jaemin, Jisung, and Jeno's the most because they kind of have that Disney prince thing going on. On average I tend to like Jeno's outfit the most though. I guess his stylists are good.

Mark ending Trigger the Fever with swinging Renjun around

Chenle found a Brazil flag with him and Daegal

Jaemren <3

Hyuckle

Does Jisung like Oasis

Poke

Obligatory question at the beginning of Boom

Dreamies always stuck together

Spectating on Sorry Heart

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream

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due4amiracle · 2 years

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Day 416

Listo:

Laundry/cleaning, Reading, Dailies, #TTRPGThings, Watching.

Laundry/cleaning - Picked up some bits here and there. Multiple pieces of Laundry sorted. ✔

Reading things - - No holds no holds NO HOLDS!. 151 for the year, 22 for the month! It... i’m not. i’m not gonna write down all the books i read while i was gone. Way too many books. Starting over on the list LMFAO. - Terrier (Beka Cooper, #1) by Tamora Pierce 7%! - Manhwa: Survive as the Hero’s Wife 2 chapters of this read Nope🚫! UwU♡ ✔✔🚫

Dailies - - Waifu Did mah dailies! Also, level 24/50 BP now~! AND! Tree lvl 29/50! Also! 24/40 max friendship namecards acquired! New MONTH! new weeklies! Chasm gem thingy is level 7/10! ♡ω♡✔

- Cozy Grove - Doot doot continuing to scout along! Scout rank 17/17! 20/21 besties! More stuff more things! ♡ω♡ ✔ So many new things ahh!

Shells - 108/254 - 42.5% Fish - 97/180 - 53.9% Bugs - 133/199 - 66.8% Flowers - 276/372 - 74.2% Cooking - 64/71 - 90.1% Raw Ingredients - 39/54 - 72.2% Materials - 51/63 - 81% Recipes - 438/3619 - 12.10% ♡ω♡✔

- Pokémon Legends: Arceus - Star 8/10 get! 174 caught, 104 max level research pages~.

|Alpha||Catch||MaxR/Total - Area | 49 || 72 || 70/85 - ObsiField | 47 || 66 || 64/75 - CrimMire | 52 || 79 || 78/96 - CobCoast | 49 || 77 || 75/90 - CoroHigh | 35 || 71 || 68/91 - AlabIce ♡ω♡ 🚫

- Coromon - ♡ω♡ 🚫

- Ooblets - 42/131 little frands, because why not track something. ♡ω♡ 🚫

- SWtOR - Up to 1d11h43m played time. ♡ω♡✔ UwU♡ ✔✔🚫🚫🚫✔

#TTRPGThings - Server is 90% launched! Now, waiting on character sheet turn ins~ Tickling with little bits of lore is fun! Not really done much in the terms of Vampire stuff though! That’s ok.✔

Watching things - - SAO Alicization. Episode 3&4! SWORDBOIS LEGGO! - Misfits and Magic episode 2!

Other things - Daily Diarrhea Diary - Good! New mask = Good! For the most part, anyways. It’s Very Encompassing and Oof. But! It’s good. It’s very good. It’s just... A Lot. Skipping it last night and tonight because oof i need a shower, going to get a head shave and a shower tomorrow and things will be comfier! UwU and such.

Food: A Liquid: A Pain: B Brain: B

Tomorrow: Laundry/cleaning, Reading, Dailies, #TTRPGThings, Watching.

Ever Onwards and Upwards!

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kiri-tired · 2 years

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Who’s gayer? Eugeo vs Kirito compilation:

Remember how i said that i sometimes don’t know who's the gayer one between Eugeo and Kirito?

Well, time to end that dispute once and for all. I've listed the gayest things the two of them have done for us to see.

Alright, here we go:

Eugeo

Acts like a mom

Says that hes been waiting almost his whole life for kirito

Says it was destiny that they met/best thing that ever happened to him

Said he cant imagine life without Kirito/says he brightens up his day

Thinks that Kirito's eyes are pretty

Compares Kirito to the night sky

Prone to have separation anxiety with Kirito/Can’t be without him

Blushes and/or jumps when Kirito touches him

Often cries/tears up when Kirito does something nice for him

Can't stay mad at Kirito

Leaned on Kirito's shoulder to cry on

Would gladly die in Kirito's arms

Calls Kirito "my hero"

Gave "his love" to Kirito

(Day)Dreams about Kirito (of their childhood)

Thinks about Kirito's smile/grin

Admits to himself that he has a similar kind of love for Kirito that he'd have with Alice (light novel)

Felt a sting in his chest that he calls wistful and sweet upon seeing Kirito again after his synthesis (light novel)

Only awakened/recovered from his synthesized state when seeing a memory with Kirito, not Alice

Says that he never feels alone with Kirito and call him his "home" (Lycoris)

Says that Kirito illuminates his path (Unleash Blading)

Says that remembering & reuniting with Kirito means everything to him and filled the hole inside his heart (Lycoris)

Said that he would've fallen for Kirito if he were a girl; with a certain look of adoration on his face (Myosotis)

Looks natural in girl clothes and hugged a plush of Kirito (Integral factor)

Was flustered when Kirito asked him to come meet his family (Myosotis)

Fell on/Rested his head on Kirito's lap (32/33 CrabCakeverse)

Said that Kirito swept him off his feet (Fatal Bullet)

Fell on top of Kirito while smiling and stating that it felt/made him feel "strange" (Unleash blading)

Blushes when Kirito says that they'll always be together/friends forever (Unleash blading)

Gets sad when he hears/sees that he's not Kirito's first and only male friend (Myosotis & Matricarica)

Admitted that he felt envious of how close Asuna and Kirito are (Lycoris)

Kirito

Likes to tease Eugeo

Often puts arm around Eugeo or hand on his shoulder / is touchy-feely

Describes Eugeos eyes by "Sparkling emerald, warm & bright, gentle"/notes whenever it glitters

Got so lost in Eugeo's eyes that he forgot that he was in a simulated world

Calls Eugeo by Eugeo-kun / (my) little eugeo" sometimes & Calls himself onii-san / big bro sometimes

Pokes/plays with eugeos cheeks while hes sleeping

Often (starts) tickling Eugeo

Princess carried & tucked Eugeo to bed several times

Checks out/narrarates about Eugeo's muscles

Invites Eugeo to look at the stars and walk with him at night

Was anxious about bathing with Eugeo for the first time

Called Eugeo poetic, romantic and dreamy (Lycoris)

Called Eugeo his second sword (Myosotis)

Used Eugeo's arm as a pillow (would use his lap too)

Is said to get strong feelings/sting in his chest when Eugeo asked him to be his teacher and when hes sad about parting with him

Has a sixth sense for Eugeo whenever hes in trouble

Feels it all over his body whenever Eugeo whispers

Brags about their bond to their juniors/pages ("we share a common destiny, we opened our hearts to eachother")

Sometimes does low chuckles and deepens his voice around Eugeo

Teases Eugeo about how lonely he'd be without him ("Big bro would never abandon you'", "i know you could never leave me behind", "Could it be that Eugeo-kun gets lonely if i fall asleep before him?", "if me not leaving yet fills you with relief you should just be honest and say it~")

Likes being called "onii-chan" by Eugeo (Matricaria)

Admits to himself that he opened up easier with Eugeo than with Klein/Agil and even Asuna (sao light novel)

Confirmed that he loves the underworld and the people in it, including Eugeo

Only managed to wake up from coma through Eugeo's voice

So...whos gayer? Make your decision in the replies.

#sao alicization #eugeo #kirito #yujikiri #gayest moments #theres probably more to these but i cant think of them so feel free to add #compilation

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transboykirito · 2 years

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omg yes please post the direct quotes from the LN!! The fact that Kirito tried to log back in makes me sob

here's the original ask!! and here's the quotes :)

kirito saying he tried logging into sao again:

[quote] But whether through an unforeseen accident or someone else's design, the main SAO server was not reformatted entirely. It was still an impenetrable black box, working away. In the same way, Asuna's NerveGear still held her spirit prisoner, attached to that server. There was no way for me to know what was going on in there. If only, one more time, I could return to that world...

Suguha would be furious if she knew, but one time I left a note, went into my room, and put my NerveGear back on. I tried loading up the Sword Art Online client, but before my eyes appeared only a simple error message: UNABLE TO CONNECT TO SERVER. [end quote]

and asuna saying she took off her shoes to play hide and seek with kirito (and klein and lis):

[quote] The outfit Oberon had given her was only a simple, sheer one-piece that offered little comfort, but she was glad to be barefooted now. If she were wearing shoes, she couldn't have avoided creating footsteps that would echo down the hall. Back in SAO, she would sometimes take the defensive hit and go barefoot, just to make it easier to ambush unsuspecting monsters from behind for extra damage.

Even outside of battle, back in the ruined sector of Algade, she'd play the "Sneak Attack" game with Kirito, Klein, and Liz, and with her light equipment and almost no source of noise, Asuna always placed well. She'd never been able to land a back attack on Kirito, so one time she tried going barefoot out of frustration. He sensed her wooden blade just before it hit him on the back of the head and easily slipped out of the way, then grabbed her leg and tickled her foot until she thought she'd die laughing.

It was that world she longed for now, even more than the real world that she couldn't be sure actually existed anymore. When she realized that tears were coming to her eyes, Asuna shook her head to get her feelings under control. [end quote]

#anon #asks #asuna #kirito #light novels

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uzumaki-rebellion · 2 years

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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 3, Chapter 13″

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"He's a man in his glory a boy in his dreams And he's living his life in between Tomorrow will answer yesterdays Dreams While today he is living in between

Beware oh brother beware don't you listen to the words The tender lies Beware oh brother beware don't you listen to the words

He rejoices in wedlock with a lover unseen And he's living his life in between He thinks of the sorrow his conscience will bring And he's living his life in between…"

Loggins and Messina – "Pathway to Glory"

Her face was radiant. Even amid sorrow, pain, and fear, Erik's mother smiled when he stepped into the small visitor's room with his grandfather and Uncle Bakari.

"Hey baby boy, come here," Califia said.

Erik's face scrunched up and the tears he tried to will away flowed against his weak struggle to hold them in for her. He wanted to appear brave. Strong. A big boy. He failed, and he ran into her arms and wailed.

"Oh, JaJa… baby, I know, I know."

She rocked him, even as he climbed onto her lap like he was a toddler again, and she babied him with the months of tender affection that he had missed while she was in prison. With no father at home and living with a struggling extended family, Erik's world was a tattered disaster.

"I want you to come home!" he shouted.

He shocked himself with the loss of control that came over him. The heaving shakes in his body and the surge of panic that overcame him made him collapse into her arms. Califia kissed him, stroked his hair, and held him close to her chest. He wiped his eyes when he could look at her. Her hair had been cut short, and it made her face look more powerful. Stress ate away at her weight. She was thinner, but still looked visibly healthy.

"Tell me about home. How are Auntie Rolita and Nevaeh? Is Walter doing well in school?" she asked.

He didn't want to talk about home as some faraway place. Home was with her, wherever she was.

"When can you come home?"

His lips trembled, and she kissed his forehead.

"As soon as this trial is over and they acquit me, I can come home."

Her lips said the words, but in his gut, he knew the truth. She was scared. Full of doubt. Erik grew accustomed to seeing his mother on television and tried to keep up with the news, but Grandpop and Uncle Bakari monitored what he saw or read. Whenever he left his family townhome, they made him cover up his face with a large hoodie or a neck gaiter. He was homeschooled to keep him away from other children who might tease or question him about his mother or father. Life had come to a rotten standstill.

He was grateful that Grandpop had got it into his head to move them both down to Sao Paulo for the rest of the trial. Erik could visit his Mom regularly because of her status and the support of the people there. Everyone knew he and Marisol were the children of the Sao Paulo 4. He felt better being with his play cousin because Marisol understand exactly what he was going through. She had to survive with the same fears of having both of her mothers locked up with Califia. Uncle Bakari threatened to sue the authorities there until he and Marisol could have some visits together.

Erik shared all his fears with his Mom. He spoke of his father and they cried together over their loss. He remembered when his grandfather had to inform Califia of N'Jobu's death right before they shipped her out of the country. Erik never wanted to hear a woman cry like that ever again in his life. It was a death rattle, an ache that would never go away for the both of them. But like the soldier she was, his mother shifted her pain to the side to focus all of her concern on him. He was the seed that she needed to see grow up fast now that his father was gone. For a time, they both hoped that the rebels would come through and pluck them away. There was the anticipation of feeling that low hum and the tickle coming from his vibrum tattoo. But they didn't come for them. There was no battle cruiser rescue at the top of the jail like they had been rescued in Brazil. Where was Captain Yoneli? All the soldiers that pledged their lives for him and his mother? Why didn't they follow through on his father's plans? Someone should've stepped up and filled the void that his father left.

Erik felt betrayed by the Wakandan people. What kind of family killed their own like that? Even within his mother's kin, they fought, but they always came together to help those cut low. It burned him deep inside that his father was murdered, and the rebels sat on their hands. Like the street thugs he started hanging around to keep his mind off of his troubles, when the captain was cut down, the lieutenants were supposed to step up and carry on.

"I love you," she said.

Sitting on Califa's lap, Erik soaked up all the affection she gave him.

"I love you too."

He snuggled under her chin as she spoke to his grandfather and Bakari. It didn't matter what they spoke of, Erik just tuned into the sound of her voice.

He also tuned in to all the surrounding guards. They were mean. The men and the women. They hated the Sao Paulo 4 and what they represented. One male guard, in particular, roughly handled his mother when it was time for her to leave. After Erik's fifth visit, that guard, Samo, was burned into his brain. He became the second person on Erik's hit list. The Black cop who ratted out his mother and got her scooped up back in Oakland… he was the first on that list too. The woman prosecutor that lied in court about his mother and aunts… she was listed. In his eleven-year-old heart, he planned on executing those people when he grew up. Just like the Black Panther would die by his hand. He slid his own cousin T'Challa on that list, too. One day, he would grow up to be a big man like his father and take out every single person who did his family wrong.

Erik fell asleep listening to his mother's heartbeat until it was time to go. It was then that she finally broke down, clinging to him and bawling her eyes out until they were raw, red, and swollen. When she finally released him and hugged her father, he caught her whispering to the old man, "Please, don't bring him here to see me like this again. I know why you did what you did when you were locked up, Daddy. Erik shouldn't be in here."

He ran to her and hugged her waist tight. Uncle Bakari had to pull him off of her as the mean guard dragged her away. The echo of her cries haunted him days after. After a few more comforting visits, Erik wasn't allowed to go to the prison for a short time. Neither was Marisol.

When he went to see her again for what became his last time, she was hospitalized. Her hair had thinned, and she looked so weak and frail. No one had to tell Erik that her spirit was broken. There were talks of a mistrial or an acquittal, but the damage had already been done. His mother was beaten by the guard. That's what they knew for sure, but the prison officials denied it. They claimed other prisoners had jumped her, but the family knew it was a lie. The women inside that brutal cage supported the Sao Paulo 4.

The beating must've weakened her immune system. She caught a virus. His last time hugging her, he pressed his ear against her breast and felt the weak beats of her heart.

"You'll be home soon," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, her voice too weak.

Later that day, she slipped into a coma.

For two weeks it was touch and go.

"Let's go beat Klebar and Lucas!" Marisol shouted.

Erik ran after her long, flying hair as they raced out onto the street with the new soccer ball Andres had bought them. He should've known something was up. The air smelled different. The sun didn't look as bright high in the sky. He had dreamed of his father the night before, and for once, Erik didn't wake up crying about it. Baba simply held his hand and sang "Lullaby Little One" to him as he used to when he was anxious about anything. His father sang, and Erik could smell his father's scent, savored the closeness of feeling his body heat next to him once more.

"JaJa, you will grow up to be a great man. You will be loved, cherished, and have a big family of your own one day. We love you. We love you, son…"

N'Jobu had turned his head, and Erik glimpsed someone walking toward them, but then his father smiled. The beaming of love radiated out like a source of immense power.

"Baba?"

"Go my son. She is fine now. We are always here for you…"

The dream faded. Erik ate breakfast with Marisol the next morning, and when he ran outside, the shift had occurred. It moved through his body even as he kicked the ball and ran up and down the narrow street.

"Erik. Come here…"

He knew Califia was gone once he saw his Brazilian clan walk out into the street looking for him and Marisol. He knew then, too, that his father had tried to prepare him for his mother's transition from the night before. Mom had gone to Baba on another plane of existence, and now Erik had to fend for himself.

He couldn't even cry. The words, "Your mother passed last night," floated over his head and he remembered looking at Grandpop and then Uncle Bakari as if they weren't real. Nothing was real. He turned away from them and kicked the soccer ball so hard that it flew over into the next block. Erik ran after it and then he ran past it. He kept running and running until his chest burned. He ran and stared up at the sky with red rage.

"Where are you?!" he screamed at the white clouds.

"You fuckers left us!"

Erik worked his legs until he collapsed in the middle of the street. A stranger had to pull him onto the sidewalk to prevent him from being run over by a jitney van.

No more tears came.

He was done with crying. Only rage lived behind his eyes. His fists clenched and unclenched until his people found him and brought him to Soliel's house. They must've seen the fire in his belly and his stare because, later that night, they took him and Marisol to a private Candomble gathering. Marisol's grandmother tried to call on the old gods to set him straight. He remembered nothing of the secret gathering. The days after his mother's death was an empty blur. There was a memorial held for her in the city, and then her body and Erik were shipped back to Oakland. They buried Califia next to his father in a sad little cemetery. Life soon after was him becoming a wild child. Juvie. Group Home. Life with Uncle Bakari.

Erik couldn't honestly tell anyone what life was like between the age of eleven up until he was fourteen. He blocked much of it out. Life with Uncle Bakari brought in a little light again. It probably helped that he discovered girls again. Puberty roared through him and all he could think about was feeling on titties and getting his young dick sucked by whoever was willing.

Soft fingers floated down and ran through his hair.

Erik looked up into sensual, dark brown eyes.

Disa.

In between telling the tale of his mother and his memories of that awful time, Disa cradled his head on her lap. His body stretched out on the couch and her soft breasts cushioned his cheek. He wiped the pools of water from his cheeks until she reached over for some tissue on the end table and dabbed his eyes for him.

"It's okay, Erik. I'm here. It's good to cry," she soothed.

"Sometimes things come back so vividly, and I hate it. I don't want to live it again. But when it gets bad, sometimes they come back to me in my dreams. My parents… I carry them around with me. I think if my mother had lived, things could've been different. I'd have someone in my life who really knew my father the way I did."

"No one from his family came to see about him?"

Erik closed his eyes. He gave Disa the sanitized version of his father's murder. Some hood shit gone bad.

"They don't care. They didn't want him here."

"That's messed up. Their child gets killed in another country, and they don't even check on you or your mother?"

"One of these days, I'm gonna go over there and tear their shit up."

"What will that do, Erik?"

"Make me feel better."

"Your parents would be proud of the wonderful young man you've become."

"That doesn't feel like enough."

The last tear ran down his face, and she wiped it away, then kissed his forehead.

"You are enough. More than enough. The best revenge is living well."

She balled up the tissue and sat it on the end table.

"I'll order us some pizza. You must be starving—"

Erik grabbed her arm to stop her from moving.

"I'm not hungry. Can we just stay like this? Just a little longer."

"I see you like me babying you."

"I do. I mean… I enjoy being close to you like this. It makes me feel calm. Reminds me of my Mom. How she used to let me lay on her and just relax."

Disa's eyes became shiny.

"Life really wasn't no crystal stair for you, Erik…"

"Don't you cry, Disa."

He reached up and tried to keep the tears falling from her eyes. She held onto his hand for a moment, then rested it against her chest. He lifted his head closer to her face, and she leaned back.

"Can I please kiss you, Disa?"

"Erik, that's not cool. You have a girlfriend."

"Not like that. Just a thank you."

"Words work fine."

He looked down at her hand, then looked back up at her. The yearning for closeness made him appear desperate. That was not how he wanted his ask to appear. A tremor in his body made her wrap arms around him. He sat up from her all the way, wanting to give her space. He didn't want to be a creep. The gratitude was in her listening to his long sad tale about Califia.

"Thank you, Disa."

She ordered pizza, and he showed her the first journal from his father so she could laugh with him as he shared Baba's words about his mother. It changed the sad mood to one of humorous admiration. Erik mimicked his father's voice as he read snippets of his conversations with his Mom, and the way he over-exaggerated his Baba's Wakandan accent had her cracking up.

They ate hot slices and drank sodas on her couch. He read to her and discussed happier times in his parent's life. They talked late into the night and as he walked to his bed with a full belly, he realized Disa was his one genuine friend in Cambridge. Friends were something he lacked around him.

As he pulled covers up to his chin and tucked in good and tight for the rest of the night, Erik started drifting off to sleep thinking of Disa and how she turned his sadness into happiness by just listening to his pain.

She was his friend.

That's what he needed her to be.

His cell vibrated on the nightstand. Chloe.

"Hey," he said, sounding cheery.

"Will I see you this week?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"I'm sorry I've been a drag. Been in a major funk and I think I see the light now."

"That's good to hear."

"Disa's back, but she's leaving on a red-eye tomorrow night. Do you want to spend the night when she leaves? We can get some Thai takeout and stream some flicks."

"I'd like that."

"I'm in bed, about to knock out. I'll call you tomorrow."

He bid her goodnight. There was some growing anticipation of seeing her. He texted her back and suggested that they go clubbing instead. He wanted to dance and cut up a bit. Drink a lot. Enjoy being twenty-one and young enough to appreciate it from where he came from. Chloe sent him heart emojis, and he curled up on his bed. Peace prevailed in his heart. He had one good friend and one good girlfriend. That was enough for the moment.

Until it wasn't.

Chapter 14 HERE.

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barnesandco · 4 years

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Nikah: March

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Nikah: noun, Arabic, meaning the contract of marriage.

Bucky marries Peter’s former tutor because her student visa’s about to expire and the government isn’t granting her a green card. Can she find a way to permanent residence by marriage, and if so, will it be at the cost of their hearts?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Written under the Arranged/Accidental Marriage trope for @mermaidxatxheart ‘s writing challenge. Thank you all for reading and commenting! (Picture below is mine, btw)

Bucky’s birthday arrives amidst blooming flowers and a pollen-scented breeze, the day marked by preparations for a party Sam is throwing for him at one of the hotels downtown. Avengers and close friends only, yet he’s spared no expense, insisting on a proper welcome back. The captain is unrelenting in matters of social activity, especially since he has been spending minimal time with his teammates since his marriage. Marriage. He shakes his head at himself in the floor length mirror as he straightens his cuff-links and moonlight catches on the gold band on his finger. It no longer feels like a burden.

Rather, it’s a seed that’s been planted on him, and it’s taken root inside him, growing, growing, growing into a steady feeling of friendship with the person he wears it for. An understanding, a companionship. He refuses to confess to anything more, even within the confines of his own mind. His heart, on the other hand, has no compunctions about making its opinion known, setting off like a hare being hunted whenever she approaches. Most dangerous assassin in the world, defeated by her smile.

She offers him one now when she enters, picture perfect elegance very nearly succeeding in concealing her nerves. Bucky’s nerves, meanwhile, are on fire at the sight of her, sensory overload short-circuiting his brain. He finally turns to look at her directly and the fox-hunt pace of his heart stumbles, stutters to a stop.

“You- you’re- jeepers,” Is all he can manage, the rosewater blush deepening on his cheeks. It has the opposite of the desired effect, and she steps back, mascaraed eyes widening, horrified.

“It’s too much, isn’t it. Oh God, I knew I should’ve-” She begins to reach for a tissue box on the dresser and Bucky stops her. Lowers her hand slowly and keeps a hold of it, as if she will float away otherwise.

“Jesus, doll, stop. You’re perfect,” He tells her, and she slips her hand away but smiles a little as she sits on the foot of the bed - their bed - to put on her shoes.

“Thank you. You look nice, too,” She says, lifting the hem of her black gown as she pulls on pearl white heels. The matching clutch - pearl encrusted - is on the bedside table, and he hands it to her as they leave the room and then the apartment.

“Hang on, your tie is loose,” She says the moment they enter the elevator. He can’t even press the button for the ground floor while she holds him in place. The split-second it takes for her to wrap her hands around the green silk and pull it tighter stretches into hours, the graze of her knuckles gentle in his cotton-covered chest. He has enough time to carve the shape of her cupid’s bow into his mind, the descent of her jaw to her chin into his lungs. After half an eternity, she puts distance between them again and presses the button while he tries to smooth his hair back only to feel the short strands tickle between his fingers, and he remembers cutting it last week.

The lobby is bustling, people coming and going like bees in a hive, and they nod their hellos and offer the doorman a Good evening before getting in the car Sam sent. The seats are cold and comfortable, and the chauffeur tips his hat once in the rear-view mirror before putting the Rolls Royce into gear.

“ ‘Possess ye, therefore, ye who borne about In chariots and sedans, know no fatigue’ ” She murmurs, letting her fingers trace the stitching in the butter-soft leather.

“Marlowe?” Bucky asks, turning away from the New York evening, that special, streetlights-reflecting-on-wet-asphalt evening, to look at his wife.

“William Cowper. The Task.”

“I think I’ve read that one,” He lies, fully prepared to come clean, and she looks at him curiously.

“Wow, really? Even I haven’t read all six books,” She says, dubiously verging on impressed, and Bucky drops the facade.

“I’m pullin’ your leg. I’ve read some of Cowper’s work. Don’t remember much, but bits and pieces of school are still there,” He explains, all cheeky smile. “What’s it about? And why in God’s good name is it six books long?” This - the conversation, letting her talk about her work, her passion for literature - this he can do. Playful questions intermingling with genuine intellectual interest is manageable. Her beauty, her grace, the cloud of perfume that bleeds into his veins and makes his lungs strive for air, is not. So he concentrates on what he knows. Or doesn’t know, apparently.

“Honestly, what isn’t The Task about?” She laughs, eyeshadow glimmering like stardust in the smile wrinkles in the corners of her intelligent eyes. “Cowper had a bit of a breakdown during his barrister training in London, and retired to the countryside. In 1781, he met his friend Lady Austen, who later gave him a task to write about, to cheer him up. He started, and then just followed that train of thought wherever it took him.”

“Which book is that line from?” Bucky asks as the car stops in the inevitable Friday night traffic jam. At least they accounted for it, leaving early on purpose to avoid tardiness.

“I don’t actually remember. I think it’s from an extract in which Cowper criticizes the superficial pleasures and unnecessary luxuries of city life,” She answers, opening her clutch. Her phone and a tube of lipstick peek out but she reaches deeper for a pair of earrings.

Closing her eyes, she fastens the first one on the side Bucky can’t see, the other crescent-moon shaped accessory in her silk draped lap. The flower made from pearls matches her bracelet, the two pieces of jewellery clinking together as she puts on the other one.

“City life, huh?” Bucky muses, trying desperately to calm his heart. The earrings dangle, contrasting wonderfully against her simple black gown, and he swallows. She looks like royalty.

“Yeah, many poets of the time wrote a lot about the beauty of nature. They had a lot more of it at their disposal, I guess,” She shrugs.

“Do you have any favorites?” “Nature poems? I don’t know. There are so many good ones. Wordsworth’s To the Cuckoo, Herrick’s Daffodils, Yeats’ Wild Swans at Coole, Tennyso-” She cuts herself off with a huff of a laugh at herself.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, no- I just-” She laughs again, trying to wave her hand like she’s shooing a fly. “I just have conflicting feelings about these poems by classical authors who write about nature. Poems that express a keen appreciation of beauty yet are fillled with sadness because so many beautiful things are short-lived and because human life itself is so short,” She says, twirling the ring around her finger, deep in thought. Bucky doesn’t know how he found her. This simple, wise soul, in the midst of all the chaos of the world. The chaos of resettlement.

The chaos of the kitchen, an hour before dinner as the Avengers prepare dinner together, is unholy. Sam’s panicking about dessert while Wanda stirs the marinara sauce for spaghetti in her signature demure fashion, while Peter’s pile of handmade spaghetti grows taller and the pasta dough shrinks. His phone lights up on the table, and Bucky - kneading more dough nearby - is the only one who notices. He calls for Peter and pushes it over to him, not knowing what the point of having a phone is if it’s always going to be on silent, but Peter holds it out to him after just a moment of conversation.

Bucky reads the caller ID on the top and sees who it is, closing the kitchen door behind him, flour on his black t-shirt, as she speaks.

“Hi, Bucky. I hope I’m not disturbing.”

“No, not at all. Have you decided?” He asks, pacing the hallway, staying out of sight of the others. Not that it matters, they’re still fairly busy. She had seemed unsure when they met, and he had given her time to decide it she wanted to do this.

“Yeah, but I just- this is a huge favor,” She says.

“Not to me, doll. I’m just helping a friend of a friend,” He says, and it isn’t entirely true. That isn’t why he’s doing this. Something in him wanted to help, wanted to repay the debt of kindness that he owes the world. This is how he wants to do it, although he doesn’t think it’s fair that he gets to choose his penance.

“I thought you said Peter talks your ears off.” Bucky cringes, grateful she can’t see his face, even though he can hear the joking lilt of her tone.

“He’s a good kid. And I want to do this. Do you?”

“Yeah.” A lengthy pause, heavy and tangible, even across the phone line.

“When do you want to get married?” She asks finallly, voice shaking. His hand is, too.

“We have a week-long mission right after Christmas. Boxing day arms deal in Sao Paulo,” He replies, cursing the Brazilian gangs who could find no other time do get up to no good. Evil doesn’t go on vacation, and neither do the Avengers.

“So… New Year’s Eve?” She asks, doing the math. He realizes that’s true. A week from Boxing Day.

“Yes. Shit, you don’t have a ring-” He begins to say, freaking out about the logistics. He didn’t even propose properly.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” “Alright, I’ll see you then.”

“Bye Bucky.”

“G’night.” He bids her farewell, then looks at the phone, asking himself what the hell he’s just gotten himself into. A knot builds and twists in his body, and he tries to loosen it. Breathes, and makes his way back.

“I’m engaged,” And the kitchen freezes in time as they all drop everything - not literally, Sam’s holding a knife - to look at him. The smile on Peter’s face is brighter than the Christmas tree in the adjacent common room, and the somersaults in Bucky’s stomach only settle at the sight of his relief.

It seems that his teammates gave him a later time on purpose, because they’re all ready, dressed to the nines and wine-tipsy, waiting for him when they enter. It’s a small ballroom, downtown Manhattan, quaint and graceful. A chorus of Happy Birthday erupts in the room, and he smiles and thanks them. The hugs pile on, and he begins to introduce his wife to his friends. Home away from home for the man who has never had one since the 1940s - until he met her, that is. She’s home now, though he wouldn’t tell her that.

Instead, he relishes in the grin she offers him between introductions, till Sam drags him off to stand him on a chair and sing a birthday song. The party commences in much a similar fashion, too much noise in the room for a couple of dozen people. He stays away from Thor’s alcohol, knowing she doesn’t drink, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

He’s just thinking about how she might be dealing with the hectic atmosphere when her hand slips into his while he’s talking to Harley Keener about letting him look at his arm. He’s shocked, looks at her to see her smiling and concentrating only on the conversation, but he can tell she’s tired. It’s been hours, and he knows he can’t leave early - it’s his party - but he just wants to slip those heels off her feet and sit and talk, still in partywear, for hours on end. Let her quote Byron and Cowper and Austen to him, poems and essays and books, until he falls asleep on their sofa. Instead, her voice says something he isn’t expecting at all.

“Is it possible to put some sort of temp regulation in it?” She asks curiously, head tilted to the side like a sparrow. Harley thinks it over for only a second.

“Of course, why?”

“It hurts in the cold. He rubs and rolls his shoulder a lot in the winter,” She answers, and the thoughtful observation astounds him. It’s accurate, but it hadn’t even occurred to him, the movements that she’s citing entirely subconscious. They talk to Harley for a while longer, and then dance to several of Bucky’s favorite songs. Billie Holliday is crooning in the background as the second-to-last guest exits, leaving only his wife and his captain and his deputy director. When the door shuts behind them, they break apart, and Sam and Maria approach, ready to call it a night.

The car ride home passes in complete silence, a comfortable weight resting like a blanket between them, so much so that she falls fully asleep on the way, her head resting against the cold window when they arrive. He doesn’t have the heart to wake her, so he goes around to her door, opening it slowly and lifting her into his arms, not caring what it might look like to onlookers. It’s late, and there are few of them, at least in the lobby, and as the elevator doors shut, her head curls against his shoulder, hair tickling his Adam’s apple.

Bucky looks down at her, her resting, easy expression, the chandni earrings still on, and thinks: what a way to turn 103.

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Undercover - Re-Review #25

Penultimate episode of series 1 everyone! I can’t believe we’ve had this series going for five weeks now! Thank you all for sticking around for it! Stick with me for this one - I’m going to jump between characters as opposed to direct chronological storyline in places as it’s a little easier. A lot went on in this one.

Here we have another nearly Parker-centric episode. What have we all done to deserve this show of brilliance? I don’t know, but let’s do more of it. FAB One looks pretty good in black as well.

Parker’s definitely a very good actor - or should I say, Mr Mendoza?

“Did you bring the merchandise?”

“I remember when I was a young child on the streets of Sao Paulo my poor Grandma would say to me ‘Paco! My darling boy, come closer! I want to tell you something.”

“Um, Gov, shouldn’t we take a butchers at the merchandise?”

“The merchandise!

Lady Penelope trying to be like Parker is absolutely hilarious as well.

Houseman Industries... Well there we have a reference to TOS’s ‘End of the Road’. Eddie Houseman was meant to be an old friend/love interest of Tin-Tin. This guy here:

Who I think they might have based Virgil’s choice of clothing on, I mean, look at how similar it is! Save for the fact Virgil’s jeans are blue and Eddie’s are clearly black.

“Parker!”

“M’Laaaaddddyyy.”

P.S. That was very hard to transcribe!

And careful, that’s his tea-pouring arm!

But this scene is like something out of Mary Poppins.

“Lady Penelope, GDF reinforcements are on the way.”

“I can’t wait. That’s my driver up there, Commander. And a good driver is frightfully hard to replace!”

You go Lady Penelope! Time to drive... And she didn’t actually do too bad... bit of skidding (shall we be nice and let her have that)?

“Tea break time! Gladys and I would just like to thank you for the new assignment, Colonel Casey. GDF refreshment technician, second class. It’s perfect! Quiet, safe and not an asteroid or sea trench in sight.”

I’d like to say third times the charm but...

Oh poor Ned... Really, he tries so hard bless him. He does have really good balance as well, it’s a shame that he just put the plate in the wrong place. Although I would just like to raise a qualm with the GDF... I mean, if their red (sorry green) button is that sensitive, then anyone could accidentally knock it.

Peckish... Love that word.

Please tell me the red (sorry green) buttons of the real world are not quite that... rubbish, that a batten-berg could mean the end of the world.

Ned putting Gladys over his face after it all goes wrong in this conversation though is priceless! I couldn’t locate the screenshot but I will post it at some point.

“Sorry Colonel, the target has escape with the repulsor. And the lidium. And our undercover operative.”

“Why aren’t you in pursuit?”

“Well um... Because he took our flyer too.”

“Anything I can do to help? Haha... haha...”

Scott going absolutely made at home is completely believable as well. He’s no the sort of guy who can just sit back and wait. He even paces look, he’s exactly the sort of guy who would pace.

“Thanks for lending us your London Agent, Scott.”

I’m sure Lady Penelope doesn’t let anyone arrange to lend her services, but herself, but there we go.

“I was quite surprised you agreed to it.”

“You and me both, Colonel. International Rescue isn’t usually in the bad guy business, but once Parker heard there was a role in it for him, I couldn’t stop him. Let’s just call this an.. experiment. And experiments always make me nervous.”

I can see why living in that household.

Oh! I called that! Just saying... I’d also like to think that that unfinished discussion with Kayo last episode made a difference here as this is exactly the sort of thing she was talking about and suddenly Scott’s going with it? Yeah, I think there was so much more to that decision that we actually heard.

I do love though how we go from this to the image.

“Kayo, wait, this is the GDF’s responsibility. Kayo! Ah, I should never have agreed to this!”

No Scott, maybe you shouldn’t have.

“Ah ok, that’s it, I’ve kept out as long as I can.”

“I thought International Rescue stayed away from these kind of situations?”

“When family’s involved, I make an exception.”

“Goodbye Mr Mendoza.”

“Who? hOh me.”

That was absolutely hilarious. Everyone’s allowed a slip up though!

“Parker where are you? It doesn’t look good to be driving ones own car.”

Yes, I can imagine that. Especially when you can’t drive it half as well as Parker can.

“Oh and Parker?”

“Yes, M’Lady?”

“Be careful.”

“Stay put Scott. Thunderbird Shadow’s got this.”

In fairness, she kinda did. I mean it’s not everyday you get military grade weapons fired at you like that. Or your true family origins used as blackmail.

“If it’s too risky let him go. Is that clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Parker! You survived! Well done!”

I think that line will always tickle me, as will this one;

“hI hallways say ‘ugs hare the hanswer to hall the world’s problems.”

I really do agree with that you know. But unfortunately, we’ll all have to wait until this crisis is over before we can reenact that philosophy.

But Parker came through in the end! He even got the repulsor. You know, I reckon Colonel Casey would give him a job if Lady Penelope was ever willing to let him go (which we all know will be never).

“Scott, as soon as everyone’s together, there’s something I need to tell you all. Something i should have said long ago.”

An awkward conversation is going to come next and we’re going to have to wait until Monday to try and have it out... But then we’ve actually waited since ‘Ring Of Fire’, and actually about four years before that, and actually- Ok, so we’ve kinda waited a lifetime (Kayo’s at least) for this conversation, but hey!

See you all then!

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