Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)
Word Count: 4501
Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.
As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.
Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.
Okay but wHAT IF Shiro shows up with Matt and Matt shows how smart and competent he is and Lance starts to feel like an 8th wheel and that Matt should just take Blue because he’s OBVIOUSLY MORE QUALIFIED AND has pidge’s brother and shiro’s friend and he looks like a fighter and leader and Lance just feels ashamed and like he doesn’t belong so he just takes a pod and leaves.
But what if nobody notices. Maybe some off hand comments, but there’s always an excuse. Then, they need to form voltron and they can’t find Lance so they ask Matt to step in, but Blue doesn’t allow it. She won’t have another paladin because she is so fiercely loyal. But they need voltron. So the black lion forces her.
And they all like Matt as the Blue lion pilot, but the Blue lion is all like fuck no. And she flies off to find her paladin. But like shit hits the fan, because now Lance has been captured by Lotor and Blue has to accept Matt until they can rescue Lance.
But it’s Coran who gets pissed at everybody for they way they are acting when they aren’t rushing to find Lance. They are all like “the universe is more important than one person” and Coran is all like “but lance is the Blue paladin because all of you are more important than the universe. And you shut him out and made him feel unwanted. Shame.” And they were all like fuck. And Matt was all like, yeah. I’m not Blue. Let’s go save Lance. And they agreed.
And I don’t know. Throw some Klance in there because OTP is very important.
And yeah…this got out of hand. I just wanted a little langst…
Someone please talk to me about the fact that King Butterfly knows what it means for a princess to be evaluated, and that fact that Baby annoys him because she eats all of his food, and why does that sound familiar, oh yeah, because that’s exactly how Baby treated Marco.
It’s all too easy to imagine a young Moon Butterfly, nearly fifteen years old and dreading her first evaluation. She pours over her spellbook, determined to memorize everything, and frowns when Glossaryck says, “You’re not ready for that one” because Glossaryck is always so honest, even when his words cut deep.
“Has a princess ever failed her evaluation?” she asks. Her voice is steady, practiced, and proper, undaunted by disappointment or hardship.
“Yes,” Glossaryck replies. “And even if they hadn’t, who’s to say that you couldn’t be the first?”
She doesn’t blink at that, doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. She will, later, many years down the line, when Chauncey falls in battle and the whole world is crumbling apart, she’ll show Glossaryck just how deeply things affect her and just how hard she can cry, but for now there’s only one person she shares those things with, and he’s well outside the palace walls.
River is quite something to see in his youth, fearsome and fearless and strong. Most would say he has hair like sunlight but it’s always reminded Moon of the stars, shining yellow and bright alongside her namesake. He’s so different from her own family, so wild and loud; he says exactly what he’s thinking and doesn’t hide it behind guile and double-meanings, false smiles and polite words. He introduces the revolutionary concept that it is alright to express one’s emotions, to shout when one is angry, or declare one’s love in the middle of a tourney, because the princess has bested many monsters and he hopes to one day be as capable as she.
Moon doesn’t admit, at first, how nervous she is or how frightened, but River can tell. River’s learned to read the way she holds her hands, or the way her mouth thins out to silently reflect what she’s feeling, and he pulls her away from the rowdy, rude Johansen clan and wraps his arms around her.
In time, they return to the palace. River likes it here about as much as Moon likes the Johansen’s; he can see it from her point of view, appreciate it in a way, because it’s a symbol of Mewman tradition, steeped in ceremony and significance. These things are as vital and natural to Moon as breathing, but to River it will never quite feel like home.
They lock themselves in the kitchen and delight in roast boar and little pastries that River cannot name but also cannot stop eating. It’s here that Baby finds them, and here that Moon’s evaluation begins; Baby asks her to pass an apple from the counter and Moon hesitates, her hands folded, her mouth thin.
Suddenly, River picks up the apple and tosses it. It flies over Baby’s shoulder and splatters against the wall, and River laughs from deep inside his gut and cries, “Do I pass? Am I a princess?”
The corners of Moon’s mouth curve ever slightly upwards, and all at once her fear is gone, because no matter how poorly she does, it won’t be as bad as that.
sana and yousef’s talk about religion really hit me because throughout the past two years or so i’ve seen both sides. i’ve seen religion as a comfort and an explanation for all the wonders and impossible things in the universe. but then i started seeing the other side to it, the side that causes pain and suffering to innocent people until it got to a point where i couldn’t call myself christian without feeling guilty. without feeling like i was a reason for so much pain in other people. i couldn’t go to church and listen to them preaching about love and life while knowing they believed some people were going to hell for who they were. skam actually showed two teenagers having an important discussion about religion, both the negatives and positives, and being respectful of both sides and i love it