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Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 112 Scans and Rough TL

Scans: Kono Oto Tomare! - Chapter 112

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Chapter Title: The Land of the Decisive Battle

Side text: Finally, the "National Competition" is upon us!

Text: The miracle that ran. Putting our feelings on the koto.

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Side Text: For Takezou, his last summer begins...

Takezou: Well then, I will get going

Takezou's Mom: Aaah, you are not forgetting anything!? You got your nails? Medicine for stomach ache?

Takezou: I'm fine...

Takeru: You look surprisingly calm, brother

Takezou's Mom: Takeru!

Takezou: Well... A lot of things happened to get to this point after all...

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Takezou: ---Well then

Takeru: Brother

Takeru: -----

Takeru: ...

Takeru: Break a leg

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Takezou's Mom: We will be there to support you the day you perform!!

Suzuka: ---All right, all of your bags have already been checked-in, right?

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Chika, Sane and Kota: YEAH!!!

Takinami: We are right on time then. We should be going through security soon.

Sane: Uooo I'm getting kinda nervous!!

Chika: Right! Kinda like an "It's finally here!" feel.

Satowa: The performance is in 3 days, though?

Chika: So what?

Satowa: If you keep this tension up until the performance, you will not be able to handle it.

Chika: I ain't a wimp!

Satowa: Is not a matter of being a wimp...

Chika: That is what you made it sound like-

Someone: Now now, you two.

Takezou, Hiro [thoughts]: Ah. This is so calming.

Takinami: Over there, stop fighting.

Principal: Takinami-sense!

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Takinami: Eh. Principal, and the vice-principal as well...

Principal: What a relief, we made it in time.

Takinami: What happened....

Kota: Eh--!!! Why are the sensei's here!?

Vice-Principal: We came to see you off

Vice-Principal: We had an errand around here, anyways!

Kota: The Vice-Principal is a tsundere.

Hiro: Shh!

Principal: A lot happened, so I was worried...

Principal: But seeing the bright faces you are wearing, I am now at ease.

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Principal: At the Nationals...

Principal: We will also be going to support you. Please, enjoy your performance with all you have.

Kota: Yes!!!

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Vice-Principal: ...Was that the right thing?

Vice-Principal: You meant to tell them that "People around them might still give them a hard time at the National Competition", right?

Principal: That was my intention but... I was naive.

Principal: They surely know that better than us.

Principal: And knowing that, they only look forward

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Principal: Those kids are strong.

Satowa: ---So,

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Satowa: Where did all that energy from before go...?

Sane: Are you ok, Chika?

Satowa: Kudo, are you not good with planes?

Chika: ...No

Chika: This is the first time I'm in one

Satowa: !

Chika: I don't think I can fly

Satowa: Calm down, the plane is flying, not you.

Satowa: You even were saying "I ain't a wimp!"

Chika: This and that are completely different!

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Chika: shit...

Satowa: I- If you are that scared

Satowa: You can grab

Satowa: My slee-

Sfx: grab

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Satowa: !?

Satowa: Sle- Sle- Sle- Sleeve!!! My sleeve!!!

Chika: Eh

Chika: Sorry...

Satowa: !

Satowa: a---------

Sfx: grab

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Satowa: I- If grabbing my hand makes you feel more at ease...

Satowa: That's ok with me...!

Mittsu: Chika-kun, if you are that scared

Sane: We can also give you our hand, now

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Sane: Here, grab

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Hiro [thoughts]: Wha- Wha-

Hiro [thoughts]: What was that. So cute. I'm soooo jealous.

Hiro [thoughts]: Can something like that happen?

Hiro: Ku- Kurata, how do you feel about plane---...

Takezou: Eh?

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Hiro: Ku... Kurata...

Hiro: Do you like planes...?

Takezou: Yeah, I love them!!!!

Hiro: So- So cute... He is sooo cute.

Hiro [thoughts]: Now that I think about it, he had a poster of a plane in his room. Eh... So cute... I love him...

Atsumu: Looks like the senpais are lively as always!!

Natsu: Yeah, looks like a lot of things are flying away...

Atsumu: Eh? No way, where?

Natsu: ...

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Chika: I don't have any money...

Flight Assistant: The refreshments are free of charge

Atsumu: Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzzz

Natsu: He's putting all his weight on me, this guy

Mittsu: Haha Yoshinaga is amazing, he's sleeping like a baby

Mittsu: Sane and Kota are the same, though

Mittsu: Ah, you want some sweets, Momoya?

Natsu: I'm fine

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Natsu: ...I was wondering, is Senpai's mom ok now? Her leg, I mean.

Mittsu: Yeah--- She is completely fine now. She was so excited I was gonna be traveling all across the country for the Nationals.

Natsu: That's good to hear.

Mittsu: How was it at your place?

Natsu: Ah---... I told them about Nationals yesterday, so it was a big surprise like you would expect.

Mittsu: What!? Yesterday?!

Natsu: I also blurted out that I know everything about my father's affairs. You had to see the atmosphere after that.

Mittsu: You serious...?

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Natsu: I feel a little guilty for dropping such a bomb and running away right after...

Mittsu: I think it's okay. You should allow yourself to be a little spoiled.

Natsu: Eh- Spoiled...

Mittsu: Is just... I prefer to know what you're upset about and what makes you happy, rather than having you hiding behind a stifled smile.

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Mittsu: Hey, if by any chance by the time we come back you are still feeling awkward, you can come to my place. We are reaaally noisy tho!

Natsu: Thank you very much.

Mittsu: By the way, how much longer until we arrive at Sapporo?

Natsu: Probably around 50 minutes---

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Chika: UuuOOOOOOOOOH We are here, Hokkaido--!!!

Sane: So cool--!!!

Sane: Amazing, the air feels different!!

Satowa: He cheered up as soon as we got here...

Chika: Ah, look at that!!

Sane: Amazing--- There are so many high schools that have come!

Chika: Are they all rivals--?

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Satowa: You know that the Cultural Festival isn't only about Japanese music, right?

Chika: I... know that.

Takinami: You guys, get your asses in gear, and let's get going.

Takinami: You will be practicing right away, won't you?

Everyone: That's right!!

Kota: Before going to the hotel, we will be heading to the place we will be practicing, right?

Chika: Yeah, an acquaintance of granny's is lending us their place

Sane: Granny-sama!

Chika(?): By the way, the schools that perform on the first day are rehearsing at the venue today, right?

Sane(?): That's right

Chika: Do we know anyone that performs on the first day?

Sane: Right, If I remember correctly---

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Sane: It was Meiryo and Eidai

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*No text*

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Yocchan: Is perfect.

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Haru: Sen-chan!!

Haru: Wait up, you are walking way too fast---

Sen-chan: You are the one that's going slow!

Haru: But look, Akari-kun and Sensei are over there...

Sen-chan: Akari you idiot, don't just stop walking!!!

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Akari: Senpai, let's just take a taxi like normal people---

Sen-chan: Is a 10-minute walk to the venue! Don't say preppy things like that!

Akari: I'm going to get sick before the rehearsal

Sensei: Ha Ha Miya-kun is so energetic

Akari: Uuugh. Is hot--- Is heavy---

Sen-chan: Dammit, the only thing big about the both of you is your stature. Where is your enthusiasm!!

Akari: Senpai is walking around like he is dressed only with enthusiasm. Ahahaha.

Haru: Amazing, Sen-chan

Sen-chan: Dammit.

Akari: Senpai is more tense than usual...

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Haru: Well, is no wonder. Nationals have been Sen-chan's objective ever since he was a kid.

Haru: Sen-chan's grandma is also coming to listen to the performance.

Akari: haaa... We better not do a lame performance.

Haru: Hahah right.

Sen-chan: You guys stop chatting and come quickly.

Akari: Don't be so grumpy, senpai.

Sen-chan: Hah!?

Takinami: ---We have arrived

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Takinami: Japanese Musical Instruments Umetsugu, who will provide us with a place to practice and help us transport our instruments during our stay in Sapporo.

Umetsugu: Oooh-- welcome welcome

Umetsugu: You have traveled a long way! I'm Umetsugu.

Umetsugu: Oh! You must be the man of the hour, Kudo-kun--- I've heard lots of things about you from Granny Nishina! Ahaha you really had it rough, huh---

Chika: Man of the hour...

Umetsugu: Come in, Come in.

Umetsugu: The place ain't as big as granny's, but don't complain about it!

Sane[thoughts]: His energy is through the roof

Takezou: Thanks for receiving us...

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Chika [thoughts]: ...It kinda looks like Gramp's place.

Chika: Ah, thanks for receivi...

Chika: !

Chika: ...

Umetsugu: Don't worry about it!

Uemtsugu: That's my Pops!

Umetsugu: He is the kind of person to take rumors to heart

Umetsugu: He was completely against accepting you guys in here. Sorry he has such an attitude---

Chika: Eh.

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Chika: Th... That is...

Takezou: Will we... be ok?

Umetsugu: Is fine, is fine!

Umetsugu: After all, you came here to give it your all, right?

Umetsugu: I cannot believe that granny would bow to me. You all have such beautiful eyes.

Umetsugu: I reaaally want to cheer you on. Ok then, this is the place you will be using to practice.

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Chika: ! Woaah amazing! There're so many instruments!

Umetsugu: You have to be careful not to hit them. Aaand I would appreciate it if you gave yours to me.

Umetsugu: Well, that being said, I will leave you to it. I will be heading to the shop. Just call me if you need anything.

Takezou(?): Thank you very much!

Takezou: Ok, that said---

Takezou: Get ready, and let's start practicing right away!

San-baka: Yeah!!!

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Teacher: Sit down in order and be seated promptly.

Student A: Aaah, is just rehearsal and I'm getting nervous already.

Student B: Stop that!

Student C: Tomoe? What is it?

Tomoe: Tokise is here.

Sutend B: Eh?

Student: Aaah is true!

Student: Why are they here!? Weren't they banned from the competition.

Student: It's weird that they got out after that incident

Student: I don't want to share a hotel with those people.

Student: We will have lunch together

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Student: What are you doing? Get in the bus already!

Student: So- Sorry

Student: haaa---... My energy dropped all at once. Why did Himesaka lose to those people.

Student: The performance that was aired on TV wasn't that big of a deal either.

Tomoe: I don't know how they got through the qualifiers this time, but a violent person's performance is not going to be accepted at the national level anyway.

Student: Tomoe...

Tomoe: We are gonna knock them out!

Side text: Himesaka of the West Declaration of War...!!

----Kono Oto Tomare! Continues on the next issue!----

#kono oto tomare!#kono oto tomare #kot #sounds of life #stop this sound!#kono oto tomare 112 #kono oto tomare! 112 #kot 112 #kot! 112 #rough translation

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obeyme-life · 3 years

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I curse almost daily. It’s really a bad habit but that’s how I express myself. But a lot of people say it’s weird since I’m a really friendly and kind person. Can you do a headcanon for mc who curses a lot despite having a upbeat and friendly personality and how Simeon, Solomon, and the demon brother think about it. I also love your account! :-)

Since you're on anon I have to fight the urge to make this NSFW, but I really like this prompt!

* * SOME STRONG LANGUAGE * *

HC: Cussin' MC x The Brothers/Simeon/Solomon

Lucifer

Lucifer finds himself reminding you daily that the language is both inappropriate and unwelcome—at least around the others. Especially the more impressionable of his brothers... *cough cough* Mammon *cough*.

He would never admit it, but he finds it oddly endearing when you're alone together. He loves that you're comfortable enough with him to not concern yourself with changing.

Sometimes when you're alone together in his room, he'll slip in a swear word or two himself while flirting with you. "What should we do today?" "We can do whatever the fuck we want to, MC.~"

Mammon

You're so cool. Seriously. His human is edgy and carefree and it makes him smile in that lop-sided, lovey way when he's daydreaming about you.

He'll try to slip swear words into his own conversation to impress you, but usually gets reprimanded by Lucifer. He's also kind of unnatural and awkward about it, which comes across pretty charming and cute actually.

Leviathan

He usually isn't bothered by it, but he gets annoyed sometimes when you let the F word slip while he's streaming. Don't you know he could get a warning or, worse yet, banned!?

It kind of makes you sound tsundere sometimes, and that definitely makes his kokoro go doki doki. Especially if you're in cosplay.

Satan

He's appalled at first. That's certainly one way to make the most of the human language... In an abusive sort of way. It grows on him though, and soon he finds it cute and, often, funny—but only when it's you.

He's always careful to remind you of your language when you visit places like the library or museum though. He doesn't do it maliciously, but rather in a caring way to make sure you don't accidentally get in trouble. He wouldn't want your date outing to end prematurely.

Asmodeus

He likes to comment on your dirty mouth, wearing a coy grin as he does. He simply laughs when you roll your eyes at him.

The swearing really doesn't bother him at all, he rarely notices. However, he does wonder if there are scenarios where you'd swear even more... Or louder.

Beelzebub

He's surprised that someone so cute can talk like that so casually! He'd never comment on it though, and he soon gets used to it. It's just another part of you, and he likes all of the things that make you, well, you!

He'd pick up on your habit unintentionally, much to Belphie's amusement. It wouldn't slip out quite as easily as it does for you, but now and then, while snacking, you'd get a "this is really fucking good!" or "somehow Solomon's cooking can even make my favorite food taste like shit." out of him! And he'd always blush about it.

Belphegor

Belphie is the only one who swears more than you do. He doesn't even bat an eye at the words you choose.

He likes to get you excitedly talking in places you shouldn't swear, partly for his own amusement and partly for Lucifer's dismay.

He also likes to use your own swear words back at you, but in a really cute way of pointing it out. "Wanna nap, Belphie? I'm really fucking tired." "You're really fucking cute, is what you are."

Simeon

You will not speak like that in God's house. And all houses are God's house.

He blushes when you use strong language, often putting a finger to his lips in a silent reminder to you to be mindful—especially around Luke.

Solomon

Most of the time he just takes it as what it is—the way you choose to express yourself. He finds it pretty cute when you're really excited about something though. You're entirely unaware of yourself and it's refreshing for someone to be so carefree around him.

Sometimes he'll tease you about it. If you're practicing spells with him he'll joke about the repercussions of replacing Latin F-words with that F-word. His eyes are affectionate though—he's just picking on you. Or maybe... Flirting? Now that's an interesting F-word to consider.

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justhockeythings-blog1 · 3 years

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You look really good in my jersey

A/N: Let me know what you guys think of this one! I have a specific part that is my fave, bonus points to anyone who can guess it!

Request: Prompt : “You look really good in my Jersey ” with Morgan Rielly

You and Morgan had been friends for years, inseparable from the second you moved into the house next door to him. Many people over the years had assumed that you two were dating, starting as young as middle school. You had always shaken your head and laughed it off, ignoring the way that Morgan looked at you momentarily before agreeing with you.

Now, after nearly twenty years of friendship, you still had those rumors. Whether it was from your friends, his friends, your parents. It seemed like the two of you couldn’t do anything together without someone making a comment that you two should be dating or assuming that you already were.

To be honest, you had realized that the feelings you had for Morgan extended beyond that of friendship when you were back in high school. You should’ve seen it coming, you had noticed the shift in your feelings, the way your stomach would flutter when he smiled at you. Your cheeks heated up more often when he said something kind. You two went to a dance together your senior year and you were convinced that you would pass out from fighting off those feelings.

You couldn’t have those feelings. This was Morgan, your best friend, practically your brother. Those were the same words you had repeated to so many people over the years and now you were struggling to convince yourself.

Then college came, you went to your university and Morgan went off to make his star career come true. It had been easy to avoid those feelings when you weren’t seeing him every day, at least not in person. You two still kept up regular contact, between facetime, phone calls, and texts, it was almost like you weren’t hundreds of miles apart.

When he was drafted, you were watching. When you graduated, he was there. He had been your date to your best friend’s wedding, you had been his to many events for the Leafs. It only made sense, after your years of friendship, that you found a job in Toronto and be by your best friend again.

“So when are you finally going to come to one of my games?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at you as you lounged in your bed, his face smiling at you from the phone in your hand. He was on a roadtrip in Montreal and still found time to call you, making those butterflies erupt in your stomach again.

“What makes you think I want to come to your game?” You teased, to be honest this was the first time in a long time you hadn’t been able to go to a game. Throughout your friendship you had made it a point to go to every single game you could, especially in high school when your emotions were high.

Now though, it seemed like your job and his hockey schedule never lined up to where you could go to a game in person. You were slammed recently, up to your ears in meetings, reports, and a big presentation coming up. You wanted to be at the games, you wanted to be at them all but you just hadn’t found the time.

“Ouch, I take back my invitation.” He laughed, placing his hand over his heart as if pained by your statement.

You smiled a little, biting your lip as you eyed the box at the end of your bed. You had finally bit the bullet and purchased his jersey, your heart jumping when you had laid out the bright blue jersey on your bed and saw ‘Rielly’ sprawled out across the back of it. Now you just had to find a game to wear it to.

“Once I’m caught up on work, I’ll try and make a game, I’m sorry Morgs.” You offered, using your childhood nickname for him. One you knew would soften him up no matter what.

“That’s not fair.” He commented with a smile, in reference to your nickname usage. The nickname only you could use and the one that made his stomach flip every time you said it.

“Of course it is. You love me for it.” You teased and Morgan had to pause at that. It was one of the many reasons that he loved you but before he could say anything another yawn left your lips. “I’m sorry Morgs, I gotta get to bed, I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

As you both hung up, miles apart from one another, you both fell asleep thinking about the other.

A week after your phone call you had finally gotten caught up on your work, your presentation had been approved by your boss, and you had taken a long weekend just for the occasion. Which meant it was finally time to go see your boy play live, in person.

You had arranged to sit with some of the other girls, wanting to see them as much as you wanted to see Morgan play. It felt like your whole social life had taken a toll because of your job. You caught sight of your reflection as you made your way to your seat, smiling to yourself. You hoped Morgan would like your surprise, you hadn’t told him that you were coming tonight or that you had bought his jersey.

“He’s going to love it you know.” You turned your head, pulling your eyes away from the ice for the first time since the game started to look at Zach’s wife.

“What?” You asked, playing dumb though you knew exactly what she was refrring to. The girls had been a part of promoting a relationship between you and Morgan before, this was only going to perpetuate it.

“I know you might not see it, but you two are madly in love with one another.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, turning your eyes back to the ice as the third period began. Thankfully, she let the conversation end there, turning it back to hockey quickly but the seed had been planted. You had always assumed that Morgan only saw you as friends, as a sister even.

You accepted the fact that you were forever going to be in the friendzone, but one comment that you had heard a thousand times, sent your mind reeling tonight. You felt yourself losing concentration on the game as your mind went deeper into the idea that Morgan could be in love with you. You began to analyze every little thing that could have pointed to that outcome. The way he put his hand on your lower back at an event, how he would shift closer to your side when out at a bar full of creepy men, or how any time you fell asleep at his place he would cover you up and let you stay as long as you wanted. You had always assumed that was just him being a good friend, now though you wondered if it could have meant more. You were pulled from your thoughts by the final buzzer. A Leafs win would hopefully distract you from your thoughts about the boy you were about to see.

You joined the girls outside of the locker room, knowing that the guys would have media but there had been talk of a group going out for a late dinner after the game. If you knew Morgan, you would probably end up along with the group and you were okay with that.

You smiled as you saw him coming out, watching as he faltered in his steps when he realized what you had on. It made your stomach flip, it wasn’t like you had never worn a jersey or something of his before, but this time felt very different.

“Hey.” You broke the ice, moving to meet him where he stood and hugging him. “You did great tonight, nice goal.”

You felt his arms wrap back around you, hugging you tightly as though the two of you hadn’t seen each other earlier in the week for lunch. He pulled away, smiling down as he took in your appearance once more.

“You look really good in my jersey.” He commented, his eyes raking over the jersey one more time, which inevitably brought a blush to your cheeks.

“Glad you think so, it’s a little expensive for me not to.” You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders under the weight of his hands as they held you.

“You know what would make you look even better in it?” He asked, seeming to have a newfound air of confidence around him. You assumed it was from the win, little did you know that it was actually from the fact that seeing you in his jersey had finally given him the push to make a move.

“If we were sitting at a restaurant eating? I don’t know about you but I am starving and the other guys already left.” You laughed and Morgan chuckled a little, shaking his head, he had to do this now before he lost his nerve.

“If you were my girlfriend wearing my jersey.” He commented, leaving you stunned as you stared up at him.

Your silence was making him nervous, maybe he had misinterpreted the signs. He was mentally cursing his teammates for giving him the push to ask you out finally, but seeing you in his jersey made him realize that he didn’t want to risk seeing you in anyone else’s.

“You know what, just forget I said anything. Let’s go get food.” He rescinded, letting his hands fall from your shoulders, his cheeks a bright red. His stomach dropping at the idea that he may have just ruined his longest friendship on a whim.

“No, wait!” You grabbed his hand, stopping him from moving. “Ask me again.”

He furrowed his eyebrows confused by your demand, “What do you mean?”

“Ask me again.” You insisted. “I don’t want to have to tell people that I stood there like a fish out of water when you asked me to be your girlfriend.”

He laughed at that, a genuine laugh, one that was filled with relief and joy at what your statement insinuated.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked again, staring into your eyes to make sure you were serious about this.

“Yes.” You smiled widely, nodding. “Now can we get food?”

#morgan rielly imagine #morgan rielly #nhl imagines #Nhl writing #nhl imagine #Toronto Maple Leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine

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wikiangela-fanfics · 3 years

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"I keep my promises" - Sambucky

Ao3

This is part 2 to "You should smile more"

part 1, part 3

I started writing it before episode 6, so the fact that they dealt with all that Flag Smashers stuff is just really vaguely mentioned! and it's not important to the fic because I'm all about the fluff lmao

also, because of that, the cookout scene is not here but I might write a different fic about it idk

There will be part 3! might take a while though haha

again, thank you SO SO SO much to @tasteslikestrawbebbies for beta-reading ♥♥♥

Enjoy ♥

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Bucky kept his promise. Or at least the part about coming to visit once they were done with everything. Sam just hoped he really was gonna stay, as long as possible.

He was excited for Bucky to visit. At least until he actually saw Bucky on his porch one morning, and suddenly he was really nervous. What do they do now? Do they hug hello? Do they kiss? Damn, Sam desperately wanted to kiss those lips again.

But Bucky just said “Hi” and smiled, making Sam feel the stupid butterflies in his stomach again. In the short time they hadn’t seen each other he almost forgot how annoying this feeling was. Especially since it was caused by none other than Bucky Barnes, the one-hundred-year-old ex-assassin with a staring problem, whose smile was enough to make Sam forget his own name.

“Took you long enough.” Sam said, rolling his eyes, really trying not to grab Bucky’s perfect face and kiss him breathless. He wasn’t really sure where they stood. Bucky did make an impression that he wanted this to go somewhere, last time he was there, but then they hadn’t seen each other, and there wasn’t really time to make out or have heart-to-hearts on the mission. And then they hadn’t seen each other again for a few days after they dealt with all that shit. And Sam was almost sure that maybe Bucky changed his mind, but now here he was. Standing on the porch, looking so gorgeous in early morning light, bag in hand, without as much as a text, again. Of course, they had talked on the phone when Bucky was in New York, and they texted, although not as much as Sam would’ve wanted. But the topic of them never came up.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” he grinned. “You missed me?”

“You wish.” Sam scoffed, as if he could still deny the fact that he did, in fact, miss Bucky. And Bucky knew that, of course he did. But still, Sam wasn’t gonna just admit it out loud. At least not yet. Honestly, all he really wanted was to stick his tongue down Bucky’s throat, and when he does that, then he can admit that he missed him a little bit. He felt his cheeks heat up at the mere thought and decided that he needed to get it together, because he was being pathetic. It was just Bucky, for fuck’s sake. Just his really annoying not-partner, not-exactly-friend, maybe not even coworker… whatever-they-were-now. “Come on in.” he sighed, opening the door wider. “We’re just having breakfast.” he added, because it was morning. The boys hadn’t even left for school yet. It was early, and Bucky was already there.

He walked back to the kitchen, Bucky trailing behind him, after dropping his bag by the door.

“Hi Bucky!” the boys exclaimed excitedly once they saw him. They were sitting at the table, already halfway through the meal.

“Hey, guys.” he said with a smile, high fiving both of them. Then he looked at Sarah and flashed her one of his most charming smiles. One of those he had never directed at Sam, not that he cared. “Hi, Sarah.” he said, his tone similar to when he first met her. Sam couldn’t contain a small huff, which caused both his sister and Bucky to look at him, Sarah with surprise, Bucky with amusement.

“Nice to see you again, Bucky.” Sarah just said, apparently deciding to ignore Sam, which he was thankful for. He didn’t want to get into that now. Not when he wasn’t sure what that even was. “You eaten breakfast yet?”

“No.” Bucky shrugged, deciding to take off that damn leather jacket of his. Sam definitely did not ogle him as he did. Obviously not. Not even when he was left in just a tight t-shirt. Nope. “The plane was early, and I wasn’t really hungry then.” he sat down at the empty place at the table.

“I hope you are now. Let me get you a plate.” she got up, while Sam slowly sat down too.

“You know you could’ve gotten a later flight, right?” Sam said, taking a sip of coffee.

“Sam.” Bucky said and Sam immediately looked up at him. “Don’t even try to complain, you invited me here. And you really wanted me to stay last time I was here, if I remember correctly.” he added, a smirk on his face, his tone a little teasing, last sentence even bordering on suggestive. Someone felt much more confident than before, huh?

Sam felt his face heat up, but he didn’t answer. He did, however, see his sister look between him and Bucky in confusion, but also with a small, barely-there smile. He knew she would have some questions, especially if Bucky kept it up. Both the comments, and the flirting with Sarah. It was bothering Sam. Of course he wasn’t jealous, but it was bothering him. Only a little bit.

Fortunately, Sarah made small talk for the remainder of the meal, and AJ and Cass were really excited to talk to Bucky too, so it wasn’t quiet. Then the boys left for school, and Sarah was about to start cleaning up, but Bucky stopped her.

“Let me take care of that, you just go to work.” he stood up and smiled that stupid flirtatious smile again. And normally Bucky’s smiles would get Sam to smile too, but right then he wasn’t in the mood.

“You’re a guest, Bucky.” she chastised, trying to grab the plates, but he took them first.

“I insist. As a thank you for delicious breakfast.” for some reason he decided to wink at her in that moment, and Sam’s blood boiled. He loved his sister, he really did, but in that moment he just needed her to leave Bucky alone - even if it was technically Bucky who was doing all the flirting… Sam was really confused about everything, including, or rather especially, his own thoughts and feelings.

“Okay.” she rolled her eyes after a second, relenting to Bucky’s stare, no surprise there. “Just this once.” she said, pointing her finger at Bucky. “Thank you.” she added, walking out of the kitchen.

As Bucky started cleaning, Sam didn’t move to help. He just sat there, admiring how good Bucky looked, and how nice it was to see him in such a domestic setting.

When Sarah finally left the house, Bucky was about to finish washing the dishes. Sam never would’ve thought that he would ever see him doing that. Such a simple, mundane task, and yet it was kind of abstract to see. Sam walked over to him and leaned against the counter, close to the sink.

“I think I told you to stop flirting with my sister.” he tried to sound casual, but when Bucky looked at him with a grin, he knew he failed.

“I’m not.” he rolled his eyes. “Why do you care?” he teased, knowing the answer perfectly well.

“You know why.” Sam wasn’t even going to bother pretending that he didn’t care, or that it was just because he was a protective brother. He thought they were past that.

“Oh, I’m not actually sure.” Bucky’s expression turned mock-contemplative, as if he was straining to remember. “You might need to refresh my memory. You know, I am pretty old, my memory is not the same as it used to be.” he tried to sound and look sad or nostalgic, but he was having too much fun with this conversation. Way too much, because Sam was not amused in the slightest.

“Really? You making memory jokes now?” he raised an eyebrow. He immediately thought about Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier, when he didn’t remember anything, and how he was struggling with reality as he got the memories back… and even just the memories of the Soldier killing people, that were still haunting Bucky. Sam figured memory might be a sensitive topic, but here Bucky was, making jokes about it. “And you seemed to remember that I wanted you to stay.” he added more quietly, remembering what Bucky said to him earlier.

“Yeah, well, it’s getting kinda hazy now.” Bucky said, putting another plate on the drying rack. “I’m really trying to remember, but I might need a little refre-”

His sentence was cut short by a quiet “Oh, for fuck’s sake” muttered by Sam, who then grabbed Bucky’s face, slamming their mouths together. Bucky immediately kissed back, turning fully towards Sam and putting his wet hands on the small of Sam’s back, bringing him closer. The kiss probably would have gotten deeper and more heated, as Sam was about to add some tongue action, but then Bucky had to pull away. Had to, because he couldn’t kiss while smiling this hard. And when Sam looked at him, there was a shit-eating grin on Bucky’s face. He looked so pleased with himself, probably because he got Sam to initiate the kiss again. Truth be told, Sam probably wouldn’t be able to resist those lips much longer anyway.

“Shut up.” Sam said, lightly pushing him away, trying to keep his expression annoyed, but he knew there was a smile forcing itself on his face, too. Bucky just chuckled, getting back to finishing the dishes. Once he was done, he wiped his hands and turned to face Sam.

“You don’t need to be jealous of Sarah.” he said teasingly, probably just to annoy Sam.

“I’m not- I’m not fucking jealous!” Sam said, maybe a little too fast, and a little too loud. “I don’t care.” he knew he just contradicted what he said earlier, but fuck it. He might have cared, but he wasn’t gonna let Bucky believe he was jealous.

“Sure you don’t.” he rolled his eyes, going to pick up his bag and then to the living room, dropping it on the couch. Sam followed him. “So what are we doing today?”

“What?” he was a little distracted by watching Bucky, as he walked in front of him, so he wasn’t really listening. Damn, the more he was around Bucky, the more he wanted him. Maybe he should’ve visited Bucky in New York, where his family wasn’t around, and… oh no, he’s not thinking about that, not yet. Bucky hasn’t been there half an hour and Sam’s mind was already shutting down all rational thoughts. This was getting ridiculous.

“Do you have anything else that needs fixing? You wanna train again? Or are we just gonna sit here and do nothing? C’mon, I’m a guest. You should plan something to do.” he shrugged, sitting on the couch, while Sam just stood there by the door, looking at him. He didn’t really know where to look. His eyes wandered from Bucky’s muscular chest covered by the super tight t-shirt, to the strong flesh arm, to the metal arm that looked so alluring, to Bucky’s face and the blue eyes that stared at him a lot, and the lips that Sam was dying to kiss again.

“What?” he repeated, feeling his breath quicken a bit. Then he finally managed to snap out of it. He needed to get a grip, Bucky was already way too smug about this whole thing they had, whatever it was. “You didn’t let me know when you were coming, I didn’t-” he sighed. “I guess I can show you around the town. It’s not much, but.” he shrugged. “And we’ll figure out what to do later when we have to. But we could maybe go for a drink in the evening. Or grab something to eat.” he was just thinking out loud now, but Bucky smirked again. Sam was glad he didn’t finish his last thought out loud. To grab something to eat he actually wanted to add: just the two of us, without my family, especially my sister who you seem to like to flirt with, but I am not jealous. Yeah… he might need to talk to Sarah before he accidentally acts like a complete asshole towards her, which was probable, as he was not thinking when Bucky was around.

“You inviting me on a date, Wilson?” his tone was teasing and Sam immediately wanted to throw some snarky comment or just deny it, but… that was actually a nice idea. If that’s what Bucky wanted.

“Depends. You up for it?” he asked, putting a smirk on his face, and trying to sound and act casual, leaning on the doorframe and almost losing his balance, making Bucky’s lips twitch as if he wanted to laugh. Sam would be glad to hear that beautiful sound, but he would also be really annoyed that he was laughing at him, so he was glad Bucky kept it in. “So?” he prompted when instead of answering Bucky just kept looking at him.

“Sure.” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t as big of a deal for him as it was for Sam. “But just so you know,” he added, that freaking smug smile back on his face. “I don’t put out on the first date.” and he had the audacity to fucking wiggle his eyebrows.

“What?” Sam’s brain short-circuited. “Why would you say-? What?” Bucky just laughed and gave him a knowing look, as if he noticed how Sam was ogling him since he got there. And knowing Bucky and his perceptiveness, he probably did notice. “You’re so annoying.” he just sighed, his face on fire, avoiding looking at Buck now. He tried to be cool, but he was painfully aware that Bucky could see through all his bullshit.

“Hey, you wanted me here.” he reminded again, that Sam did, in fact, invite him there. And he was quite insistent, not only when Bucky was there, but when they talked on the phone, he did try to subtly ask when he was planning to visit.

“I’m starting to regret that.” Sam said, trying to seem annoyed, but they both knew he was not serious.

“Well, tough. I’m here now.” Bucky answered, but then he added, his tone more earnest: “I promised I’ll visit and stay until you want me to leave. And I keep my promises. So whenever you want me to go, just say the word.”

Sam finally looked at him. Bucky seemed a bit unsure now, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide it. His eyes found Sam’s, staring into them from across the room, as if he could find the answers there. Of course he must’ve known that Sam wanted him to stay, that was just their usual banter. But apparently, he needed a bit of reassurance.

“Buck, don’t be ridiculous.” Sam rolled his eyes and let his lips form into a small, fond smile. He quickly crossed the room and sat down next to Bucky, who kept looking at him. He didn’t even correct him on calling him ‘Buck’ so that was good, and it made Sam happier than it should. “It’s gonna take more than you being annoying for me to kick you out. And that’s a good moment to remind you to stop flirting with Sarah.” he added, not able to help himself, and Bucky grinned again.

“I can’t believe you’re jealous.” he said.

“Say that one more time and you’re out of here.” Sam responded sternly, getting genuinely annoyed. Of course there was no way he would actually kick Bucky out, but he could at least pretend to consider it.

“Mhm.” Bucky rolled his eyes, clearly sure now that Sam won’t want him to go. But before Sam could say anything more, Bucky leaned in and kissed him. And Sam immediately melted against those lips. He briefly wondered what it all meant, what they were, where they stood… but as Bucky slipped his tongue into his mouth, all thoughts disappeared. He felt like he was floating somewhere outside his body. Or as if he was flying, it was the same rush of excitement. His hands were all over Bucky, it was as if they were just doing it on their own, he barely registered their movements. He was trying to bring Bucky as close to him as possible. Bucky’s hands, however, he felt all too vividly and intensely. He felt every little touch, as Bucky’s hands moved along his arms, to his back, to the back of his head, to cradle his face… And it felt pretty insane, too, with one flesh, hot hand, and the other cool metal, both leaving Sam’s skin burning. Insane in all the best ways. And adding Bucky’s amazing lips to that… he was a mess. He could not form one coherent thought. Bucky knew what he was doing and he was an amazing kisser. And the one and only thought that came to Sam’s mind was, if he’s that good at kissing, I really want to see what other things he can do with his mouth… and other parts of his body. But he didn’t allow himself to go there. Not yet, not now. Not on his sister’s couch, minutes after Bucky was flirting with her, which, yeah, bothered Sam.

When they pulled away, Sam was out of breath, Bucky was panting a bit too.

“So that was, uh.” Sam started, just to say anything, but his brain didn’t seem to be working yet. “Fun.” he finished and Bucky snickered. And Sam cursed himself silently. Out of all the things he could say, that was fun was what came out of his mouth. Fun? Well, it was fun, but more importantly it was hot and fucking amazing.

“Yeah, it was.” Bucky agreed with amusement. Then he leaned back on the couch, the metal arm on the back of it, behind Sam. “So are we going?”

“Where?” Sam asked dumbly, momentarily completely forgetting everything that happened before that kiss.

“You were gonna show me the town? So we’re not stuck here the whole day?” he raised his eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind staying here and making out, but we probably shouldn’t. You know, I don’t want you to get too… excited.” he added, looking deliberately at Sam’s crotch, where his pants might have been starting to get a bit too tight. There was an amused and smug smirk on Bucky’s face.

“Fuck you.” Sam grumbled, feeling his face heat up again. God, that was embarrassing. They only made out, and here Sam was, half hard, not able to stop himself from thinking about how hot Bucky is, and what he wants to do to him… His thoughts were reaching a dangerous territory, so he needed to get out of the house, where he would be able to focus on other things than Bucky. He’s always known Bucky was hot, but before they kissed, he was able to keep it together. Now, though...

“Sam, not yet.” his tone was exasperated. “I said not on the first date, so certainly not before it, either.” Bucky said and Sam started to regret every decision he’s made that led them to this moment. “I’m kind of old-fashioned.” he added with a shrug and a smirk.

“You’re such an ass.” Sam covered his face with his hands. “And you’re not old-fashioned, you’re just super old.” he added, his voice muffled by his hands. Bucky laughed and nudged his shoulder.

“I’m just messing with you, relax.” he said, ignoring the ‘old’ comment.

Sam lowered his hands and leveled Bucky with a stern look, earning another chuckle, which was such a great sound, he couldn’t help that the corners of his mouth turned upwards a little bit.

“Well, I’m glad you’re having fun at my expense.” Sam replied, rolling his eyes. But then, a small fond smile appeared at his face, and he added: “I like to see you smile.”

“Uh, thanks.” Bucky’s cheeks reddened, and he looked away for a second. Interesting. So he could shamelessly make sex jokes, but couldn’t take a compliment without blushing? That was important information. Sam didn’t know exactly why yet, but it was very important to remember. “I think we kinda established that last time.” Bucky added, referring to Sam blurting out that Bucky should smile more, but at least that whole situation led to them kissing, so he was happy.

“Yeah, but I just needed to tell you again. You have a really beautiful smile.” he said just to see Bucky’s face go red. He wanted to say more of what he likes about Bucky’s appearance, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop and he would give Bucky more opportunity to make fun of him. While Sam loved Bucky’s smile, his laugh happened to be the greatest sound he ever heard. His eyes were captivatingly blue, his face was so gorgeous Sam could stare at it for hours at a time, his jaw and those goddamn cheekbones... And his soft, kissable, amazing lips… and don’t even let him get started on the rest of Bucky’s body.

“Okay, let’s just talk about something else.” Bucky said, still not looking at Sam.

“We should probably go.” Sam said, licking his lips, as Bucky looked back at him. “I really don’t think I can trust myself when I’m alone with you right now.” he muttered and it was when Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise and then a smirk appeared on his face, that Sam realized that he said that out loud. “Fuck me.” he closed his eyes, wishing for the earth to open up and swallow him. And then he thought that he should really stop setting himself up for all Bucky’s jokes and teasing.

“Buy me dinner first.” Bucky responded and Sam couldn’t help himself, he reached out and punched Bucky’s arm that was behind him. What he forgot to take into account was that it was the vibranium one. He didn’t use much force, but his knuckles meeting the metal still hurt.

“Shit.” he hissed, clutching his hand with his other one. “It’s all your fault.”

“Obviously.” Bucky rolled his eyes and chuckled, taking his arm away from the back of the couch, and taking Sam’s hurt hand into his instead. Then Sam watched in awe as Bucky brought his hand to his lips and delicately kissed the knuckles. “If I’m gonna stick around, you gotta be more careful. Aim for the right one.” he said with amusement, shifting so that he was fully facing Sam now, and put his right arm more forward.

“Imma remember that.” he murmured, his eyes on his hand still in Bucky’s grip. “I’m gonna-” he quickly got up and started making his way to his room. “Gimme a minute and we can go out. Around people and distractions.” the last sentence was whispered already at his door, but he knew Bucky heard it, enhanced hearing and all, because he heard him laugh. Damn, seeing Buck so relaxed and happy and laughing… Sam felt all warm inside and his heart was doing flips every time he heard that wonderful sound. He was honestly a bit afraid of how he felt around Bucky. He could barely control himself, what he was doing and saying. He found himself wishing they could just have that date, maybe two, and he could finally do what he has wanted for a long time now - just jump Bucky’s bones. Of course, even if Bucky was kidding about it, Sam knew he was an asshole and he was going to keep his ‘no sex on the first date’ rule, or whatever it was. But he had a feeling Bucky wanted him as much as he wanted Bucky. And the whole sexual tension and frustration were driving him crazy, so sue him for wanting to relieve it. Obviously, he wanted Bucky in more ways than one. He wanted him in his life in general, he wanted Bucky to never leave his side, to kiss him and hold him, and sleep next to him, and just to be in every aspect of his life, eventually. But for now there was one thing he could focus on the most. And Bucky’s comments and jokes were not making it easier for him. Additionally, the more time he spent around Bucky, the more Bucky smiled and laughed, and just seemed so comfortable and relaxed, the more Sam’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. It felt as if his feelings for Bucky were growing every second. He occupied Sam’s mind all the time, and it was getting annoying. Damn Bucky Barnes and his piercing blue eyes and a gorgeous smile that lights up the room. Sam was so gone.

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