#And vintage ones can cost even more than that. So yeah - there you have it!

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Geoffrey Rush with a fan at KVIFF, wearing one of his Mambo “Loud Shirts”. 

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These Boots Are Made for Rockin’

Cory took a deep breath as he turned the corner, eyes tightly shut. Passersby likely stared with aloof confusion, but he didn’t care. This was the moment he’d dreamed of for almost fifteen years. Broadway, Nashville: the dream strip of country music nightclubs, southern apparel, moonshine, whiskey, and instruments. The gentle hum of twangy ballads tickled his ears, played by talented singers in the honky tonks along the street. It was now home. And as he opened his eyes, that dream was now reality.

The street was bustling, even in midday. Tourists, buskers, musicians, and surely a few stars strolled past entranced in their own worlds they’d taken for granted. It took everything for Cory to get here- or rather it had cost him everything. Not that he minded. The move, to him, represented the beginning of the life he’d always dreamed he would lead: becoming the man he fantasized in his head. With his first steps, they were the first steps toward that goal.

Walking slowly, he made his way down Broadway, aimlessly enjoying the ambience and palpable culture. Not that he was oblivious to his surroundings; this was his reconnaissance mission for today. Looking for prospects, opportunities, or a cheap souvenir for his new apartment. The latter became his focus, as there on the corner sat a clothing store. His first intention after all was to fit into the community, so dressing the part was the primary objective. As he walked up to the front doors, pulling the door open, the scent of leather, cedar, and smokiness flowed out of the open door. He took a deep breath, entering the wide open store. The two story atrium was filled with racks of denim, flannel, and rhinestones for the more flamboyant of folks. This was heaven. Surely he’d be able to find the authentic Nashville look here.

Pushing past rows of bootcut jeans and plaid button ups, suspenders and denim jackets, he stumbled upon the footwear department. Shelves wall to wall, filled with the freshest and most pristine of cowboy boots. Each gave such a different vibe. One pair had intricate embroidered designs up and down the tall funnel of the boot, another was fastened with harnesses upon thick rubber treads. Finding the right pair would be quite the task, as he stared nervously down the long aisles.

“You need some help, friend?” Cory spun around, startled at the sultry low voice from over his shoulder. Standing behind him was an employee, and the precise man he’d want to emulate. Muscled below his tight button up shirt, messy hair below a leather Stetson hat, tight bootcut jeans of heavy denim and topped off with a pair big well worn cowboy boots. He oozed a sense of stereotypical Southern Masculinity, stoic and unfazed by the world around him. “You lookin’ for a pair? I can help you find one if you like?” His twangy accent paired with a deep, low timbre nearly made Cory breathless for a moment.

“Uh, yeah. What’s the price range here?” The man raised a confused eyebrow at Cory, until it was clear on his face that he was helping an ‘out of towner.’

“Well, most boots like these go for a few hundred at least. That’s mostly what we carry.” The man put his massive boot onto the seat next to them, worn heavily but precisely what the doe eyed customer was looking for. He clutched at the wallet in his pocket- knowing full well that a few hundred was far outside his budget. Immediately taking notice of the flushing of Cory’s face, the man smiled. “Here, I think I have just the pair for you.” A glimmer of hope. Walking toward the back of the store, past the elaborate embroidered boots and jean jackets, the duo came across the clearance section.

“So these are our vintage pairs. They’re recycled… kinda. So since a lot of them were pre owned they tend to be a lot less than our newer models.” As he looked up and down the racks, finally the man stopped and pointed to the very last pair on the wooden shelf. They were clearly well loved by their previous owner, the glimmer and luster of any shine on the brown leather had long since been washed away with heavy use. The tips were scuffed, the heel and soles were annihilated… but for whatever reason, they seemed to beckon out to Cory. “My guess is they’re gonna be a bit big on you, but no harm in seeing if you like em! Give ‘em a try and I’ll be back to check in on you.”

The associate walked away, the click clack of the Cuban heel of his boots would soon mirror his own footfalls. Gingerly grabbing the left boot, he pryed the boot open a bit more, seeing the size marked US 14. That was almost twice his own shoe size. Taking a deep breath, he was prepared to let out a sigh of defeat… perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. That is, until the subtle scent hit his nostrils. It started as just the slightest hint of old leather, perhaps a smidgeon of tobacco… but just that little whiff was enough to encapsulate Cory. Looking around to ensure that no wayward glances would catch him, he brought the boot to his face, closed his eyes, and inhaled.

What was subtle from a short distance quickly turned strong as he took in the scent from the source. Hidden beneath that candle like quality was the unmistakable odor of foot musk. His eyes clamped shut, Cory envisioned in his mind’s eye what the original owner of these books would look like… some southern stud, handsome and rugged, a confident swagger in each step: the man he was destined to become. He opened his eyes and plopped down onto the small bench, removing his cheap Walmart sneakers and eagerly slipping his foot into the boot.

Unsurprisingly, his feet were minuscule in comparison to their cavernous confines. They certainly did not fit. Yet, looking down at his feet within them, the electrifying power he felt from simply sporting them, the idea of his own feet soaking up some of that incredible smell… it was a done deal. He’d stuff some cotton in the toes to help them fit, never mind the appearance to any objective bystander that they were clown shoes on this lanky dudes feet. Preparing to walk to the checkout counter to finalize the purchase, he tugged on the soles to pry them from his feet. They would not budge. Confused, he yanked a bit harder at the heel… no dice. His feet were so small compared to these boats… how could they be stuck?

His body began to ache, as if he’d run a marathon just a moment before, his breath became bated and shallow, his legs wobbly and unstable. A wave of incomparable exhaustion crashed over him like he’d never before experienced. A small moan escaped from his mouth as he felt his feet begin to spasm within the boots. Quiet cracking sounds began to emit from within them. Cory began to panic, feeling his toes slowly move to fill out the entirety of the boot. Gasping and groaning at the dull but pulsating pain, the sensations began to climb further up his legs. He watched in horror as his ankles slowly crept out of the bottom of his jeans, the firm material slowly growing tighter and tighter as his calves and thighs swelled and grew beneath it.

His core and chest became seized by a tightness he could compare only to a heart attack, watching his shirt slowly compress against the increasing size of his lean abdomen. The sounds of snapping stitches and ripping fabric echoed in his ears, nearly drowned out by the hastening beats of his heart growing stronger and louder. His arms convulsed, stretching and contorting into impossible angles at the joints, while pinpricks of black slowly began to rise from beneath the skin.

In his mind, Cory imagined himself in a sort of medieval stretching machine he’d read about in his studies years before. Every part of his body was being pulled outward, downward, side to side… while it was painful and incredibly difficult to endure, within the recesses of his subconscious, the dulcet, twangy sound of plucked guitar strings began to overtake him. The sound soothed him in a desperately needed respite from the cracks and creaks emanating from his bones. The music grew in intensity, the guitar growing in crescendo and tempo. It was becoming a comfort, a release, a passion… while it soothed his mind, his body was finally nearing its final state of metamorphosis. The formerly strained, constricting fabric of his cheap clothes began to loosen and change. His shirt turned dark; the sleeves had retracted into a comfortable tee shirt, casual but striking. His jeans stretched downward, the pristine denim flaring out into a bootcut style, flattering his long, toned legs.

Cory couldn’t help but mimic the struts with his calloused fingers, expertly performing the riffs as if his Stratocaster was in his hands. His head began to sway and crest to the beat of the song in his mind, letting his lengthening hair gently caress the side of his face and beard as he played. All thoughts exited his brain. The music had overtaken him. The need to rock. The need to perform. The need to write his soul in musical form became his only goal, while the remnants of who he once was slowly drifted away.

….

The employee strutted back to the clearance section, wondering if the strange little guy had made his decision. He’d been back there for quite some time, and the boss lady reiterated the “no loitering policy” to him once again. Turning the corner, he was surprised. Who stood before him was clearly not who he’d helped before. The tall, toned, bearded stud confidently posed in front of the mirror in the worn boots he’d shown the prior customer. Guess he wasn’t interested after all.

“They sure are beauties. Hard to find someone who fit them, they’ve been here quite some time.” The man turned, a smoldering grin shellacked upon his face.

“Yeah, man. I’ve been needin’ a new pair. These are perfect.” His twangy southern drawl tickled the associate’s ear. The customer turned to him, that bright, confident smile beaming as he looked him up and down. “Hey. I got a gig after this down the street if you’re not doing anything after your shift. I’ll get you the first round?” He suavely slid closer to the associate, the salty sweet scent of tobacco and masculine sweat wafted from his inked skin. How could he say no? Smiling, he tossed his arm around the associates shoulder. “Maybe afterward we could stop by my place, if you’re interested.” Winking, he strutted toward checkout. The associate blushed, catching his breath. Most definitely he’d be taking him up on that offer.

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Get to know a simmer - summer 2023 edition (for me!) I was tagged by the amazing @lilypixels (thank you so muuuuch, you truly don't know how much I love to ramble on here and I also was so curious to know more about you! （*＾-＾*) and although I did it back in spring and you can find the old post here, I LOVE DOING SUCH UPDATES SKKSS so I'd decided I want to do it again~ Especially considering, I have a bit more mutuals and followers than then, so.. get to know me! And my love for rambling, too!

Show your wallpaper and last song you listened to (as you can see, I have a new theme! Yay! But Writer Lite still stayed here as well as Linga :') and I'm slowly going into my Hozier obssesion again, it's just mixed with Will Wood and Tally Hall!) AND YEAH I DID IT THE LAST LMAO just right now and I was just.. God why am I so slow and write so slow I-

Currently reading: I'm re-reading To Be Devoured by Sara Tantlinger once again and it's thanks to that one nonnie that made me want to go back to it and analyse every single sentence..) and I started reading Rapture by Saint Harlowe which was recommended to me by @rottengurlz - thank you SO MUCH for such amazing book rec, by far I can say that I'm getting so much Hannibal vibes for some reason? JACKSON IS SO.. OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOD I don't know how to react and i'm fucking screaming IS IT A BOOK OF MY DREAM? The writing style, the religious references, the murderousness and both gentleness. It is... I didn't got very far, but this is very... this is a religious experience, literally! And I'm forever thankful to you for this rec!! 💕

Last movie: I might be very wrong because my memory sucks, but I feel like it was The Witch (2015)! But I'm not sure since I also watched Annihilation (2018) the same week and I don't remember which was the last I had watched 😭

Last show: Chapelwaite (2021) - I only started and I'm honesty terrified to watch it further but I think It might be worth it?

Craving: mmm, I don't really know? Maybe caramelized shrimps or WAIT Maultaschen? THEY HAVE INTERESTING STORY THOUGH!!! And they're very tasty and you probably know what's I'm going to go cook right now...

Last thing you ate: Baked Brussels sprouts with maple syrup! As you can see, I have a sweet tooth and I'd sold my soul for anything sweet, but especially for sweet vegetables!

What are you wearing right now: It's very cold (I'M NOT JOKING IT'S LITERALLY 12 DEGREES CELSIUS OUTSIDE AND THERE WERE A !!!!!!LONG THUNDERSTORM!!!!!!! AND I'M SOOOO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!) so I'm wearing very old very fur socks that were knitted by my papa (yes, they're a gift for Christmas 2019 and I adore them and would protect them at any cost), orange woolen sweater, woolen home shorts and on top of that... I'm hiding in a very big yellowish autumny blanket with milky white stripes. I'm freezing and I still have my window open wide despite having an obvious fucking fever.

How tall are you: I figured out I'm actually 175 cm tall! It's pretty tall, right?

Piercings: None! I don't even have my ears pierced and I don't want to! There's clip-ons for that and I don't want to feel pain event for a slightest second. But piercings are really cool! I wish I didn't have this wild fear of pain or there were like... septum clip-ons if it makes sense? But yeah, still none and never will be!

Tattoos: None and I'm pretty sure there will never be any!

Glasses/contacts: I still have perfect vision, however! I STARTED KINDA COLLECTING VINTAGE GLASSES WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL SILVER CHAINS! I have three of them now help It's becoming another obsession... They just look cool and not even only on me, but just in general - even in the cabinet! And they have such beautiful and detailed cases ohhhh...

Favourite colour: Ahhh... I'm not sure but maybe... peachy pink? And that gold orange you can see on the painting Café Terrace at Night by the one and only Vincent Van Gogh. BUT PARIS GREEN IS STILL MY OBSESSION FOREVER I LOVE THIS COLOUR!!!!!!! And also, I think It's maroon and wine reds? They look so vampire I just... And so rich if it makes sense? AND GORE AND BLOOD- But aesthetic blood though!

Current obsession: Maid Of Sker & Bloodborne lore and maybe.. cosmic horror in general? Something definitely changed in me after watching Annihilation... But I also love Lovecraftian horror, so It does make a lot of sense!

Any pets: still no pet :,< And I haven't seen my parents dog for months now... I miss her so much and I know they live only couple hours away but I'm deathly scared of publicly busy places especially electric trains and trains in general. I do not have a car and don't plan to and it will be useless anyways, but I'm not ready to deal with very... unstable train schedule and everything yet. I'm just scared but I hope i'd visit them at least for Christmas.

Favourite fictional character: Umm... I don't know now, It might be still Will Graham. I love him.

Last place you traveled: does going to Augsburg which is like.. 1 hour or so from me to see its cathedral once again counts? I just love this place so much, it feels so powerful and so old (which it is, and the architecture is insane. you need to go here to understand and feel it, but It's something so beautiful and it's kinda is my comfort place so...). And yeah, because the trip wasn't as long, I had my earbuds on and was drinking tea on a train and everything went really well! It was two weeks ago and It was like one of the most beautiful 6 hours of my year so far. And, there were a slight rain when I was shopping and walking around, so it's was really amazing. 10000/10 would recommend. ALSO. I bought some handmade brooches here! Its just a comfort town for me if it makes sense? There's so much to see but just calmly walking around feel the best. AND OMG I LOVE BEING HERE WHEN IT'S RAINING OR WHEN IT'S JUST CLOUDY AHHH

I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW I'M SCARED OF TAGGING but if you read it and if you just want to do this consider yourself tagged and tag me if you want to!! I love you so much to whoever is reading this and I hope you're having a great night or day!! ❤️

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Part 3

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 2,813

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Wanda Maximoff

Flashbacks

December 23rd, 2020

"Okay, Wanda this is from Y/n," Clint announces as he grabs the gift from under the tree and passes it over to me. I look over at Y/n and give her a smile to which she sends one back. I carefully open her gift and I see a velvet box which made me look at her with a confused look. What could possibly be in this? This box looks expensive as it is.

I open the box carefully and tears immediately gather in the rim of my eyes as they land on the vintage mask chain brooch pin. I look up at her with my teary eyes, "you remembered," I whisper.

"Of course," she smiles softly and I let out a quiet sob as I take the pin out of the box carefully. I lift it up, looking closely at the details, "what is it?" Pietro voices out the question that everyone had etched onto their faces.

"It's a theatre mask brooch pin," I answer as I continue to examine the item. "Y/n and I were walking around the city and passed by an antique shop. We went in to look around and I saw this which instantly reminded me of mama and papa and our many nights of watching sitcoms," I explain.

"That must've cost you a fortune," Bucky comments which only earns a shrug from Y/n. This did cost her a fortune, I remember wanting to buy it but one look at the price tag I knew there was no way I could afford it.

"This reminds me of the time when you were so in love with that chick junior year and bought her this crazy gift that cost you a fortune," Kate says and I watch as Yelena elbows her to shut her up but that didn't even register in my head since her words completely freeze me over.

I whip my head looking at Kate, "what?" then I turn to look at Y/n, then to Kate, then back to Y/n.

Did I hear that correctly? Is she insinuating what I think she is? Stop.

"Um, um, um, crazy gift, great gift," Kate stutters looking at Y/n apologetically and almost, guiltily? What? I don't have time to dissect her look as my mind continues to repeat her words.

"Not that. The love part?" I ask specifically. "Oh, um, um, that, um," Kate stutters out again and I hear Yelena mumble something that I couldn't pick up on.

I turn my head to look back at Y/n for some kind of confirmation that she does in fact like me back. "Don't worry, that's not the case for you," she says. Oh.

I swallow the lump in my throat and try to respond as fast as I can, feeling everyone's gaze on me. "Oh thank god," I say clutching my chest as I let out a shaky breath that I didn't know I was holding in.

"Jeez, you don't have to sound so thankful," Y/n says playfully and I force the bubbling tears wanting to reach my eyes back down.

"Would it be so bad if Y/n did have feelings for you, y'all basically act like you're married anyway," Sam says making me internally groan. I need a subject change, this hurts way too much. I didn't think she would like me back, ever, but hearing it come from her hurts a lot more than I thought it would.

"No, no it's not that. It's just that I look at Y/n as my best friend and I'm straight. I don't want to be the straight girl she falls for," I say the first thing that comes into my mind and it happened to be that. I can't have anyone thinking that I'm possibly in love with my best friend, not after she rejected me indirectly.

"Plus, I have that massive crush on Vision, Tony's brother," stupid stupid stupid, why would you say that? Yeah, Vision and I have been getting close, him being the only person I talk to about my feelings towards Y/n. Nobody knows that I'm even attracted to women, let alone, have feelings for my best friend.

"Alright, who's the next gift for?" Y/n says. Shit, did I just make this awkward? She can't possibly know, can she?

{...}

New Years Eve 2020 11:30 pm

I was about to leave to follow Y/n upstairs to the rooftop but a hand wrapping around my wrist softly stops me. I look over my shoulder to see Vision pulling me over to him, "Vis? What's up?" I ask him as I glance back at the clock.

Y/n and I have never missed a year of our New Year's Eve tradition and I'm not planning for this year to be the first year that happens. "Have this dance with me," Vision asks me over the familiar slow song and I look back at the clock to see that I have 10 minutes until I absolutely need to leave so I agree.

Vision and I get lost in the music, talking about how we first met, being friends first and eventually growing feelings towards each other. Vision was the person I cried to the night Y/n indirectly rejected me, telling me that I'll find another person who would eventually love me back the way I love them. He has a selfless heart and I like that a lot about him, throughout him being there for me, I did eventually start having feelings for him.

Do I still have feelings for Y/n? Of course. I love her for fuck sake, that doesn't just go away but she made it clear she didn't feel the same, therefore I needed to move on. I wouldn't say Vision is a rebound, but I guess a stranger looking in my situation would say otherwise.

Before I know it, Vision takes a step back taking my hand to the middle of the dance floor. I glance at the clock and notice 10 minutes definitely passed by and I quickly panic, how the hell did that happen? Did we really dance over more than one song?

"Wands," I whip my head back to look at Vision. I was about to tell him that I have to go but he cuts me off, "I have something to tell you."

"Can I just have a minute?" I ask him, wanting to at least text Y/n that I wouldn't make it upstairs for our NYE tradition but Vision insists that this will only take a minute and I couldn't find it in me to say no. Damn me for being such a people pleaser.

I notice that everyone starts backing away from us, standing in a circle around us. What the hell is going on?

"Wanda, I've had the pleasure of truly getting to know the person that you are and I wouldn't wish for anything else. You're an amazing person and I will work every day if I have to, to make sure that you see and feel that you are," um where is this going? He's not proposing, is he?

"Wanda Maximoff, will you be my girlfriend?" he drops the question. I stare at him in shock, oh wow. I glance at everyone's excited faces and back to Vision's expectant ones. I swallow the lump in my throat at the thought of Y/n being upstairs, that thought alone sends tears to my eyes.

"Wands?" Vision questions and my mind goes on autopilot. "Yes, of course," I whisper out and a few tears fall down my cheeks before I can even stop it.

"Oh honey, don't cry," Vision coos at me as he wipes my cheeks softly, little does he know I'm not crying over him or this, I'm crying over the woman waiting for me upstairs who I still love.

Saturday, January 2nd, 2021.

I hear someone knocks on my door as I get ready in the bathroom, "Vis can you check who's at the door?" I ask him to which he answers, "of course."

After a few minutes, I hear the door open, "who's at the door Vis?" I yell as I apply some mascara. I hear mumbles of voices but couldn't decipher who the voice belongs to. I start putting away my makeup as I question out loud, "Vis?"

"It's Y/n honey!" Vision yells back this time. Y/n? What is she doing here? I quickly clean up before I rush to the door.

"Y/n?" I ask confused, "hey, what are you doing here?" I continue. I look into her eyes and couldn't read the different emotions swirling in them, "it's Saturday."

"Yeah, I would know, that's why Vision and I are going to the game today," I tell her in almost an offended tone. Does she not think I keep up with the calendar?

"Right. I forgot," she says after she clears her throat and I tilt my head in question, I don't remember mentioning to her about my plans for today.

"You two have fun. I only came here to drop off that wicker basket filled with brunch food for you and Vision like you asked," she tells me and my blood runs cold at the realization. Fuck.

"You planned brunch for us, honey? That's so sweet, thank you Y/n for bringing it," Vision says cluelessly and Y/n clears her throat once again as she breaks eye contact with me to pass the basket to Vision with a fake smile on her face.

I'm a terrible person. I miss our NYE tradition, now I'm missing our Saturday brunch? What is happening to me? "Anyway, I should get out of your hair so I'm going to go. Have fun you two," she announces and I watch as she quickly turns around opening the door to exit.

"This is so sweet babe," Vision says as the door shuts. I send Vision a fake smile as I look back at the door, "give me one second, I'll be right back," I tell him before exiting my apartment.

"Y/n!" I yell to stop her at the opposite end of the hall. She turns around to face my direction and I run over to her not caring that I visibly look horrified, "I'm so sorry I forgot about brunch."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not fine," I shoot back as I shake my head at her words.

"I'm used to it," I deflate at her words, my lips quivering. "And quite frankly, I don't know why I still try with you."

My jaw drops at her words, is that how she really feels? Have I been that horrible to her?

I take a ragged breath as she turns around to leave me, I have too much to say to her but my body doesn't react the same way as my mind and my heart.

{...}

Saturday, February 13th, 2021.

Today we will be celebrating my birthday although my birthday isn't until the 16th, unfortunately, it falls on a weekday, therefore we decided to celebrate as a group today.

Now here we are, sitting in a circle in Tony's living room as they pass their presents over to me. "Okay, who's left?" Sam asks the circle of friends.

"I think only Y/n and Vision's presents are left," Bucky says as he looks around. I glance over at Y/n, relief and dread were what came over me when I saw her arrive earlier. She and I haven't talked since the incident at my apartment, so I wasn't sure if she was going to show up today.

I watch as she takes her present out of her purse and slides it over to me with a simple, "Happy Birthday Wands." Those are the first words she spoke to me this entire night, she gives me a small smile and I give one right back.

I slowly unwrap it and it reveals the pandora box. I subtly glance up to see everyone's confused faces before I return my focus back to the gift. I open the box and I smile at the charm to be added to my charm bracelet.

"Thank you, Y/n," I tell her and she nods at me as a welcome. I put the gift away and I feel as if there's this huge elephant in the middle of the room that everyone's trying to avoid.

"Happy Birthday to you my love," Vision says while handing me his gift. I catch a movement in my peripheral vision and I barely make out Yelena wrapping an arm around Y/n, making me gulp.

I start unwrapping the gift a little faster than usual as I want for this to be over so I can have a moment alone to take a breather. My actions falter slightly as the gift slowly becomes visible. No way. I stare at the book on my lap in shock with my jaw dropped. No fucking way.

"Do you like it?" I furrow my eyebrows at his question.

"How did you get this?" I breathe out confused but quickly realize how harsh that might've sounded. "I mean, how did you even know about it?"

People know about my obsession regarding witch magic but there's only one person I mentioned this book to and that's definitely not Vision.

"I had done my research babe. I had to make sure to give you something special, so I drove to Salem Massachusetts to get the book," it isn't just a book.

"A book? This isn't just a book. This is the Darkhold," I exclaim as I look back at the item on my lap.

"There are literally only three copies of this in the entire world. One of them is in America in Massachusetts and I would know since I called the owner, Agatha Harkness, to ask how much would she sell the book for and she told me around $1000+," I explain to him in disbelief. I know he's lying.

"On top of that, I never mentioned to you my obsession with witch magic," I eye him to see if he'd fold and tell me the truth.

"I talked to Pietro and he suggested it as a joke but I got it anyway," I tilt my head slightly. "Pietro?" I repeat and I glance over to my brother who's eyes were on someone else which only confirms my assumption.

I look back at Vision and decide to not embarrass him further, "this is amazing. Thank you so much," I hug him in thanks.

I see Y/n alone in the kitchen after everyone gets handed a piece of cake and I take this time to finally confront her.

"You really thought that I wouldn't know that you had something to do with Vision's gift?" I ask while walking closer to her. She shrugs her shoulders as she hangs the dishtowel, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on Y/n, you're the only person I have ever spoken to regarding the Darkhold book," I point out.

"Okay and?" I look into her eyes with determination in mine. She's really going to play this game?

"Why did you get it?" I ask her straight up as I'm over beating around the bush. She crosses her arms over her chest getting defensive, "why are you so sure that I'm the one who bought it?"

"Because I've been saving up to buy the book for months now. And a week ago I called Agatha Harkness to tell her that I was finally ready to buy it from her but then she told me that some girl from New York already purchased it at the beginning of the month. I was devastated to hear that until today when I found the book sitting on my lap."

I watch the gears turn in her head in hopes to come up with a believable lie which is pointless at this point.

"Why did you give it to him to give to me, Y/n?" I ask her softly.

"He asked for my help to look for a special gift for you so," she tries shrugging off nonchalantly.

"And you decided to just hand him something as big as this and put his name stamp on it?" I ask her in disbelief.

Is she crazy? I knew that she had this wrapped-up gift for me since Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut and ended up revealing the big secret to me. So to find Vision giving me the gift was the ultimate shock.

"He wanted to give you something special Wanda," I deflate at her words once again just like I did the last time we talked.

"And you didn't?"

Is she really done with me?

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[docholligay]

Ah, @morkaischosen​ there is no genuine frustration quite like being a fan of the mid-60s British sportscar.

Unfortunately, I am that, and that is me. Noted car lesbian Doctor Holligay, Esq, Phd, fucking loves the mid-60s Brits. Actually my FIL, who’s from Leicestershire, decided he liked me based on the fact that we were visiting my wife’s folks in Oklahoma and pulled up to a gas station where there was an old Jag out front, and I look at Guy and go, “What’d’you figure that is? ‘72? Based on the grille?” Immediate hearteyes.

Anyway, for my money the Uk in the 1960s had some of the most beautiful cars on the market. The e-type Jag, of course, and everyone creams themselves over that era of Aston Martin, but I mean even the Lotus Elan, stuff that Triumph was coming out with, or MG,  is some of my absolute favorite stuff in the automotive world.

My dream car is actually not a super spendy wildass classic but a car that can be had quite reasonably (for the collector world. It can be had for between $19,000 and $30,000 USd depending on year and all that)

That’s a 67, but I would take a pretty wide range of years. I will not get started on my feelings about this car but please know they are potent.

Anyway. The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, making God’s most beautiful cars. Outpacing the Americans in style if not in power, outpacing the Italians in affordability and manufacturing volume. Jaguar, Triumph and MG in particular selling a lot in imports to the US. Killin’ it. Should have been a major world power in at least the luxury car game eternally*.

Defeat snatched from the jaws of victory, it is!

How it all happened is a lot of speculation and some heavy finger-pointing and honestly, it’s a lot of factors, but a solid chunk of what it ended up coming down to is the UK going, “I am going to make a car that is SO unreliable” and, oh, 70% of the trouble with them is the electrical harness. Some of them you find now have had the whole thing reharnessed, which is what I would do if I bought one--frankly the things I would do to the car would probably cost more than the car itself--but yeah, chasing an electrical problem in a car, even an older one that doesn’t have electrical everything, is like chasing ghosts, and very difficult and costly to fix. The engines also are not great and the brakes are made of like, pop cans and dreams.

We have a guy in autocross with a gorgeous Triumph TR4, and every time he brings it out, the whole group goes, “Oh shit! It’s running!” and he laughs like, “Yeah, today.” It’s just a fairly well known thing with vintage British cars moreso than, say, a 60s American or German car.

And this gentleman in his Absolutely Not a Living Room This Is a Coffee Shop in the Orkneys was ALSO aware of this difficulty and we had a good laugh about it, and about how we were both born in the wrong country to have the thing we love best of all cheaply. (I assume you can get an MG Midge just like, on the side of the road in the Uk)

*One could argue that McLaren is certainly trying, though they are mostly supercars which is a slightly different animal but I won’t quibble. Lotus has certainly attempted, but they’ve never gotten the toehold of the Italians, which is a shame. I’m obsessed with Noble, but they have a very small market share. Anyway, the UK is not widely considered a major player in this game in the way Italy or Japan or America is any longer.

[poisonouswritings]

*At deaths doorstep* how’s does Biker!Sage wear his hair????!! Does the griefer gang have names for their motorcycles?! What other soft (or NSFW 😏😏) HC are there for this amazing AU?!!?!?! It’s life or death!! AAAAAAAAAA

Biker AU Part 1

*sends a Marabou stork - aka a reaper stork - over to drag your ass back into the land of the living*

GN!Reader, NSFW under the banner, I know nothing about biker gangs

I mean I think Sage would still have his hair in a braid when he's on the bike, but off the bike? Bun.

Lucan was the one that wanted to get matching jackets. Balsam helped him design the Griefer logo. They're both very proud of their accomplishments.

They go on group rides! Typically someone (usually Sage or Elowen) will scout out a few places and then make a list of where they should go. Lucan insists on taking pictures/selfies at every one. He frames the really nice ones. When asked, he says he cherishes the memories he has with his friends and he wants to give them proper respect.

They're all fairly good at making sure to sober up before driving, but Balsam and Elowen in particular are the designated braincells who steal keys and call taxis as needed. Tulsi keeps a first aid kit somewhere on her bike at all times. Most of the time it's for Sage because he's an idiot and hurts himself somehow. But hey, he always bounces back!

Someone who is Far Wiser and Far Better At Coming Up With Nicknames Than I Am can make up some nicknames for the crew. Yes they're also embroidered on the jackets, or at least as patches.

Apparently helmets with intercoms are an actual thing? I mean it's obvious when you think about it for two seconds but I'm a real no-second kinda idiot and I thought it was something made up for movies or whatever. Anyways yeah. They're all hooked up so they can talk while riding. Balsam has a playlist of dad rock (aka rock from the 70s-80s) that they sing along to.

Sometimes they have picnics :) And that includes taking naps in the sun. Zzz.

Yes the Griefers have names for their bikes!! And I have some reference pictures for them;

Sage has Zenith . He probably found it at a junkyard and dragged it back home to fix it up. And on that note please consider Biker!Sage with his hair in a bun and his leather jacket tossed off to the side working on restoring that bike. He's not a mechanic like Tulsi is but I think he probably got the smaller things out of the way so she wouldn't have quite as much work. He doesn't always take the best care of his bike but it always pulls through in the end.

Lucan has The Red Wraith . 'Oh Oz that's pink not re-' you look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't love this (and also it matches his corrupted colors so shush) He uh,, I'm gonna be real blunt with you here, he mighta bought that illegally. The engine is probably stronger than what could be considered 'street legal' but he doesn't push it all that often so it's fine. He lets the others borrow it if their bikes are in the shop (the shop being Tulsi ofc).

Tulsi has The Hearth . It's a bit of a vintage but she restored it herself. She worked hard and saved up to buy it when it was barely more than a junker (but really Sage covered the cost. Tulsi still has no idea several years later, and Sage would prefer she didn't find out). She's the only one the gang trusts with repairs. They always insist on paying her even when she says it isn't necessary. Sage is always late on payments but Tulsi honestly doesn't mind. She teases him about it all the time though. (Side note Sage is taking you out on a date and Tulsi casually elbows him like 'oh I hope you didn't forget your wallet this time dork' and Sage is embarrassed and is like 'I SAID I'D PAY YOU BACK SHUSHSHUSHSHUSH' and Tulsi is just snickering. Little gremlin)

Elowen has The Night Mother . Yes her leather jacket and helmet and boots all match. Sometimes she goes to motorbike exhibitions and does her makeup matching too. She has those clawed gloves like Catwoman does. Actually I think part of the reason she got into motorcycles is cause of Catwoman. No one is allowed to touch it (except for Tulsi and only for maintenance).

Balsam has The Corrupted . Lucan talked him into getting a glowing bike and Balsam is really happy about it. It looks cool as hell. I think that when Tulsi discovered her interest in mechanics, Balsam learned it with her (Sage didn't have the attention span), so he's probably able to do a lot of the work himself. He still trusts her with the really complex stuff tho. On clear nights (especially when he's had a rough day) he likes to go on long drives by himself. Definitely sings. He always makes sure to let one of the others (usually Tulsi) know roughly where he's going and when he expects to be back, just in case.

*sucks in breath* ELOWENINALEATHERJUMPSUITWITHNOTHINGUNDERNEATHANDSHEHASHERCLAWGLOVESONANDUSESTHEMFORALITTLEBITOFKNIFEPLAY-ESQUESTUFFANDHERPUPULSARESLIVEREDANDHERTAILISFLICKINGAROUNDINEXCITEMENTANDSHEPURRSALITTLEAND- *passes out*

Sorry I just personally have such a massive thing for leather jackets/bikers/that whole aesthetic so like,, I just,,, hehehehehe I melt into a puddle on the floor and fucking die

Y'know those videos of (usually drunk/high) guys having sex with their bikes? Which of the Griefers do you guys think would do that? Because one of them eventually would.

Sage and Lucan both carry lube in one of the patches/compartments of their respective bikes. Sometimes the vibrations are just a lot. I dunno. Don't ask me for logic.

Actually I think there's been a point for all of them where they've had to pull over and deal with their respective selves.

Sorry I just think Big Bad Biker Lucan in his leather and looking terrifying but then you scratch behind his ears and he melts into a subby puddle hehehehe

Sage and Balsam are both shirtless under those jackets. And I would not put it past Sage to be full commando over there.

Sex with Tulsi in the workshop and then you're both covered in motor oil because Oops Forgot That Can Was Over There and now both of your clothes are stained and everyone knows what happened but no one is saying anything as you and Tulsi just casually eat lunch.

[jayextee]

Wonder Boy: Asha in Monster World

Every now and then I have a bit of a Wonder Boy kick. Hey dude, Wonder Boy in Monster Land on the Master System was my childhood, and I'm convinced it was an absolutely-blessed one to the point where if you take the average Nintendork's love for Ocarina of Time and just replace the game with Wonder Boy, that pretty much captures what it means to me.

I'd played pretty much every game in the series back when, right up until one day I got hold of a CD ROM for my Windows 95 PC with a Megadrive emulator (for what it's worth, KGEN) and like 500 or so ROMs. One of them was, what, Monster World IV? Couldn't understand a word of it, or get very far, but I wished that one day it'd be translated into English somehow so I could enjoy it.

And eventually it was! Initially for the Wii Virtual Console in an age where I didn't own a Wii, but then for the Wonder Boy SEGA Vintage Collection on XBLA and I very much owned an XBox 360. And I played it right after beating its immediate predecessor Wonder Boy in Monster World for the umpteenth time (a game I do very much also love) and then was excited to get around to this'n, finally.

Long story short, Ice Pyramid. That fucking ice pyramid. But I'm skipping a few chapters here.

So initially one thing that struck me about the game was how beautiful it all was. I mean it. So much character in every visual asset, the colours, the scenery. I was in love. Obvious care and attention to detail in every pixel, even if there's something of a tutorial tower that sorta-kinda overstays its welcome. More than a bit. Quite a lot. When will this thing end? Legend has it there's an alternate dimension in which I'm still trapped there.

No, right, but it's cool. You beat that introductory section of the game and get the expansive town hub of Rapadanga City. NPCs are full of character, there's a whole bunch of stuff to do (and learn how the multi-tiered/layered navigation of spaces works, this'll come in handy later) and... ...four portals. In the first of a fair few letdowns from games prior, it appears that traversal to basically the game's dungeons is less an organic and diegetic affair than what has come before, and just four doors. All of which gated by elemental medallions which, in turn, are gated behind plot developments and, well, I guess this is throwbacky to those Monster Land days? Maybe?

Enter Letdown Number Two: the dungeons. They're fine, good, things to do and lots to see. And then you fight a boss, and it's like, that sure was a Wonder Boy dungeon. And then the dungeon keeps on fucking going because apparently the game can get away with having only four of these things if they're double-length; with two bosses; right?

Evidently, this is where the care and attention to detail in the art cost the game in other areas, because now we've got to suffer Dungeon and then Dungeon Two Electric Boogaloo which reuses the same assets because back in 1994 cartridge EPROM space was still apparently kinda expensive?

But hey, the game's beautiful and varied, right? RIGHT?

And now we're back to the Ice Pyramid. Remember when I said you do a dungeon, then do it again for double-dungeon depression? Ice Pyramid is actually three; a veritable trio of torment, a trilogy of tedium; all of which clad in basically samey and repetitive icy blue bricks aside from some puzzle sections with statues.

Said puzzles are excellent, but the fact that it felt like I was on this part of the game forever burned me the fuck out on the SVC release of this, so I never got much further than the magic carpet ride before the air dungeon. Because my brain was like, no, we've had enough now. Nope. Won't play it.

Until, y'know, we get a shiny new rerelease with PlayStation 4 trophies and saving anywhere and whatnot. C'mon, dopamine receptors, you and I can finally beat the game this time, right?

In theory, yeah, I sure could. Had an initial hurdle early on with said saving, because there's no autosave; dying on a boss and then having to replay like 40 minutes of repetitive tutorial tower wasn't my idea of fun, really. So not only can you save anywhere, you're expected to -- and the wise old sage who was the original game's savepoint system is now a pointless guy who stands in dungeons sometimes to tell you "I'm surprised you got this far!". Nice. Awesome. Shut the fuck up.

Anywho, I beat it, and it was good-not-great, and honestly I think I'll go back and beat the Megadrive version in the near future just for the trophies on the Wonder Boy collection I have for PS4 and I probably won't hate it. Except for the Ice Pyramid. 3.5/5

[iheartchv]

hiiiiii I'm so excited you're doing mistletoe match ups! Okay so 🌿🍒 dc comics please

I'm female mid twenties and would prefer a male match up

Personality: introverted, recovered from ocd and depression but still have little remnants that I call the heebie jeebies, big believer in forgiveness and turning the other cheek kinda thing so I don't really write anyone off no matter what they do but unfortunately I am a little bit of a pushover, I choose to be optimistic and try hard to focus on the positives rather than the ever-present evermore swirling decay that is all around lol

Hobbies: reading, embroidery, volunteering, collecting vintage trinkets and clothing, endlessly rewatching b99 and Miss Marple and LOTR

Likes: the lovely November gloom in Ireland (recently went on holiday to a hot country for the first time and heck no don't like that super glad to be back in the rain), going to my fav cafe alone-it's so nice it's been there in the same family since the year 1900! Watching Jessica Kellgren-Fozard on YouTube-I love her hair and fashion videos, solitary evening walks, music of all kinds but the blues have a hold on me and if Mr. Sinatra ever tipped his hat at me I would drop dead

Dislikes: not having at least some things to do, being made redundant (it was my dream job I was a librarian 😢- I work in a bookshop now but vibes aren't the same 🙃), big social events, pets- don't come for me lol I get the appeal I really do and I appreciate the enormous value that pets can have for a person and that's beautiful but it cranks up my ocd heebie jeebies and yeah, people who don't have any time patience or compassion for others I fully believe that part of the whole point of existing is to be here for each other even people you don't necessarily get on with (within reason obvs), I strongly dislike that Agent Carter got cancelled

I really went on and on, I'm sorry and it is way way way too early to be saying this but Merry Christmas

// Merry Early Christmas to you too dearie😁

Decided to match you with someone from The Justice League (2001)

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I match you with....

Martian Manhunter/ J'onn J'onzz

MM would end up falling for you

While both of you are more introverted, you two were opposites in many/some ways

You were one of the ones who made him rethink about the humans he was fighting to help protect

Now that he met you, he was going to protect you... even if it cost him his life

You showed him your hobbies and some of the customs of Earth

You were excited when Christmas time came around

During all the hustle of trying to get everything ready ( you were busy with work, it left you behind on some decorations and some presents... and plans for the dinner ), you bumped into him pretty hard, about to fall on your back

Until he caught you, not paying attention to the box of Christmas decorations

He held you close, but not too close, to him

"Are you okay?"

Your heart raced and a light blush colored your cheeks

"Mhmm... I'm fine"

"...Do you need any help?" He asked

You thought of some ways he could help you and he set to work

When everything was done, you sat on the couch, feeling exhausted

He then sat beside you

The tension was crackling between you both

MM noticed your cheeks and wondered if you had overextended yourself or you were coming down with a cold

"No... I'm okay" you replied, hoping he'd change the subject

He then asked you what you wanted for a present

"Too be honest... having someone to share it with is enough"

Explaining more about the holiday to MM, he wanted to share it with you

Christmas Eve, he came to your place to share it with you... just like you wanted

Later on in your new relationship, for many Christmases and more, he showed you how much love and joy you've given him

[rushmackay0]

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[luvdsc]

haha, what if we kissed? (lol jk... unless?)

fact! you’re secretly in love with your best friend, and so is he!

pairing :: zhong chenle x reader genre :: fluff / best friend, buzzfeed worth it au word count :: 5,072 words warnings :: none playlist :: sunny afternoon (red velvet) ⋆ about love (marina) ⋆ all about you (nct u) ⋆ love (x lovers) ⋆ bella notte (f. murray abraham & arturo castro) author’s note :: i literally just finished writing the rest of this in my meetings today and am posting during my lunchbreak, but happy (1 day late) birthday, chenle sweetheart!! ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

“Hello, and welcome back to another episode of Dream: Worth It!”

Chenle shouts loudly from the driver’s seat, waving excitedly at the camera attached to the dashboard as he waits for the traffic light to turn green. You visibly flinch in your spot on the passenger's side, startled by the sudden greeting, and even Jisung jumps in the backseat, almost dropping the camcorder he was fiddling with.

Your best friend continues to give the camera a dazzling smile, paying no attention to your and Jisung’s brief glares. “Today on Worth It, thanks to a fan’s suggestion, we’ll be trying out three different spaghetti dishes at three drastically different price points to find out which one is most worth it at its price!”

“Yes,” you chime in, nodding excitedly at the camera and giving a little wave. “So if you want to see another riveting episode of Chenle and Jisung going on three dates at three drastically different price points while I third wheel again, please stay tuned!”

“Hey!”

Both the boys wildly protest, but you blatantly ignore them, checking your phone quickly before beaming at the camera again. “So here’s our first spaghetti fact! The word ‘spaghetti’ is actually the plural version of spaghetto. Spaghetto comes from the Italian word spago, which means twine or thin string.”

“Wait, that actually makes sense. Spaghetti looks like thin strings,” Chenle says, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yeah, basically every language makes sense, except for English,” you remark, setting your phone down in your lap before turning to your best friend. “So are you excited for this episode’s dish?”

“Yes! Shout out to Moony for your suggestion,” Chenle calls out, driving forward before making a right. “If anyone else has any suggestions for future videos, please feel free to comment below.”

You start to explain the first restaurant to your viewers. “Our first stop is called Legalize Marinara! It’s a small hole in the wall place in downtown LA, and fresh pasta is made everyday. We’ll be talking to the owner and chef Johnny Suh about the daily process.”

“And cut!” Jisung calls out, and you stop there, pressing the off button to end the recording. Later on, the three of you will have to work on snipping up the recordings to create a smooth transition from there to a shot of Johnny and his restaurant before jumping into your quick interview with him.

You quickly scroll through the questions you had written ahead of time to ask Johnny on your phone, mouthing the words and memorizing them. You were always the one who asked about the history of the restaurant because Chenle wasn’t as good with the more sentimental questions and preferred the light hearted ones about the food specifically, which you didn’t mind. As long as you get to try good food at the end of it, you’re one very happy, very stuffed camper. You are very much looking forward to visiting Legalize Marinara.

“—and that’s how the pasta is freshly made everyday in the morning.” Johnny finishes up, giving the camera a very charismatic smile and a wink. “We also have a special brew of coffee created by my dad, but that’s a story for another episode. I’ll bring out the spaghetti once it’s ready.”

You and Chenle thank him before going over to sit at one of the small metal tables near the entrance. The place had a sort of modern, yet retro feel to it with an eclectic mix of vintage, kitschy furniture adding pops of color here and there to the otherwise simple space with a neutral palette. The name of the restaurant flashes as a neon sign, serving as the main wall decor along with records scattered here and there on the wall as well.

Jisung stands across from the two of you, propping the large camera on his shoulder in preparation. You and Chenle both take a sip of the special coffee drinks Johnny prepared for you each on the house, pleasantly surprised by the crisp, refreshing taste your taste buds are immediately hit with. Johnny appears minutes later, a pretty plate of simple spaghetti and meatballs along with some Parmesan and garnish on top in hand.

“Here’s our most popular dish: spaghetti with meatballs!” he announces, placing the plate in front of you both carefully. “It’s a simple tomato sauce, but it’s made with organic, local ingredients that we get from the farmer’s market every morning. We get the fresh meat from the butcher down the block everyday to make the meatballs and buy the cheese from local sellers as well. We also add the secret spice mixture created by my mom to the meatballs, which gives it a distinct flavor from other restaurants. Please dig in, guys!”

You immediately swirl your fork into the plate of spaghetti. It looks and smells absolutely fantastic, and your mouth is already watering. You cannot believe that this only costs thirteen dollars. This is an absolute steal. You are just about to take a bite when—

“Wait! We didn’t do a ‘cheers’ yet!” Chenle exclaims, sticking out his fork towards you. You clink your fork against his own metal utensil, and he’s finally satisfied, retracting his arm. Finally, you take the much anticipated bite. The flavors absolutely explode in your mouth, and you’re already reaching out to take a second forkful of the delicious masterpiece.

“This is amazing,” you declare, and Chenle nods enthusiastically, spearing a meatball with his fork. Jisung briefly pans the camera over to Johnny, who shows a double thumbs up before doing finger guns and giving an exaggerated wink.

“Here, try this.” Chenle cuts a piece of the meatball and offers it to you. You reach out for it, but he pulls back, smiling widely and eyes sparkling. “Nuh uh, that’s too easy. Say ah, Y/N.”

“I—” Your cheeks grow warmer than ever, and his grin grows broader, wriggling the fork in front of you. Face burning, you move forward and take a bite. You can hear Jisung fake gagging behind the camera and very much would like to flip him the bird, but you are a professional. You’ll get him back for that later. After all, revenge is a dish best served piping hot and spicy, and you have some Carolina reapers leftover from another video that may accidentally find its way into Jisung’s ramen next time.

You and Chenle spend some more time describing the dish in between bites as Johnny pipes in here and there with some well placed dad jokes that has Jisung shaking his head behind the camera. By the end of it, you both are very happy, and you switch places with Jisung who has a chance to try out the pasta himself at last. He silently eats it before tossing a thumbs up at the camera, and you stop the recording there. After thanking Johnny once more before the three of you leave, you all pile into your car and get ready to go to the next stop.

Up next: Penne for your Thoughts.

“Can we stop here?” Jisung pipes up, peering out the window with interest. His eyes scan the surroundings, peering at the empty space and the wide stairs in front of the spiraling columns of a grand building.

You furrow your eyebrows, glancing at your friend in the backseat. “We’re still a couple blocks away from the restaurant though.”

“This looks like a good spot to film a dance,” he muses to himself before sitting up straighter. “Can we take a quick break? We’re still early, and I wanted to film a quick TikTok before the sun sets.”

You look over at Chenle, who shrugs and pulls over. He backs up into an available parking space, parallel parking smoothly, one hand gripping the back of your seat and the other on the steering wheel. “Alright, do your thing, Jisungie.”

Jisung excitedly hops out from the back. You and Chenle follow suit, locking the car behind you. Your friend is busy setting up his collapsible tripod before placing his phone on it and calling over to you, “Hey, can you stand in front, Y/N? I wanna angle this correctly and check the lighting.”

You move in front of his phone, standing several steps in front of the stairs. Jisung fiddles around with his phone for a few moments, switching up some of the settings and zoom functions before straightening up, eyes bright. “Okay, stay there to mark the spot! I’m gonna press the start button to record. Chenle, can I borrow your phone? I need to play the song for the dance.”

Chenle hands him his phone, and the familiar intro to Doja Cat’s “Say So” begins to blast on top volume. Jisung hands it back to its owner and hurriedly moves to stand in front of his own recording phone as you step aside. “I kinda also need you two in my TikTok.”

“Wait, what? I don’t know the dance,” you protest, starting to back out, but Jisung grabs your hand, pulling you into view, as Chenle bounces over with a shrug of his shoulders, never one to shy away from the camera.

“You don’t need to dance. I just need you both to uh, kiss my cheek on, um, both sides when I tap on them both. It should be the fourth time she says ‘say so’ in the song,” he stammers slightly, face turning slightly pink. He avoids making eye contact as you give him a suspicious look, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What? Why?”

“It’s part of the dance! Now get out of the shot please because the chorus is finally coming up again!” He unceremoniously shoves you out of the frame, and Chenle quickly catches you before you faceplant into the ground. You have a few choice words to yell at your friend and are about to furiously march over to him, but Chenle tightens his grip on you. “Let’s just let him finish, and we can go on. You know how he is about dancing.”

“I’m paying Renjun to put another cockroach picture as his lockscreen again,” you huff, frowning at the dancing boy. “Why didn’t you say anything about the whole kissing request anyway?”

“Eh, I’ve done it before. It’s no big deal.” Chenle shrugs, and you start to stutter, brain malfunctioning, “Wait, you did wha—”

“Oh, it’s almost our cue!” Chenle pushes you towards Jisung as he runs behind the camera to the other side, and you find yourself stumbling for a second time before catching yourself. Grumbling to yourself, you catch Chenle’s apologetic expression, and you sigh, shaking your head as you wait on the sidelines for Jisung to do the move.

And there it is.

Jisung points at his cheeks, tapping them on both sides, and you and Chenle jump into the frame. You lean forward, pressing your lips softly against— wait.

Eyes widening, you jump back in shock, mouth popping open, and the same reaction comes from your best friend when you two realize that you just kissed each other. On the lips.

Crouched on the ground, Jisung looks rather smug after quickly dropping down mid-dance and orchestrating the whole incident. He quickly stands up, striding towards the camera and ending the recording, before efficiently packing up the equipment and walking back to the car without another word.

“Did we just—” you splutter, unable to continue your sentence, as your face grows increasingly warm. Chenle refuses to make eye contact with you, the darkening blush spreading across his face like wildfire. The two of you both direct your disbelief at the same target, rushing over to the car which he boredly stands next to, waiting for Chenle to unlock it.

“Jisung!” You both shout his name, and he just stares at you both, a small grin across his face that he struggles to hide. “What?”

“‘What?’ That’s it? What was that?! Why did you do that?” you exclaim, waving your arms around. Chenle is rendered speechless, unable to say anything after the quick outburst of his other best friend’s name.

“I was tired of listening to Che—mmph!” Jisung is abruptly cut off as Chenle throws his hand over his friend’s mouth, effectively interrupting whatever he was about to say. The two of them silently look at each other, maintaining some sort of telepathic stare that’s probably discussed in the universal book of the bro code. You’ve seen Jaemin and Jeno or Renjun and Donghyuck share the same look before and never really understood it. To be honest, it kind of reminds you of that one moment where the main characters of a chick flick gaze into each others’ eyes and then kiss.

The sound of a text notification cuts off your train of thought and breaks the intense stare down going between the two boys, and you check your phone, eyes widening. “Oh my god, we’re going to be late if we don’t go now! Taeyong just texted me to confirm if we’re coming.”

The three of you hurry into the car, buckling up in your seats. Your hand lightly grazes Chenle’s amidst the rush, and you freeze. You look up, heat spreading across your face, as Chenle meets your gaze, turning redder than spaghetti sauce.

“Alright, you can continue this moment at the restaurant,” Jisung says loudly, jolting the two of you out of your stupor. You quickly retract your hand, mumbling a quick apology, and look away, cheeks still growing warmer than ever. Chenle awkwardly clears his throat and starts the car up, driving to your second stop on the map.

Penne for your Thoughts is simply lovely. It reminds you of a place you would see on the shiny cover of Architecture Digest: a hot spot where all those social influencers would take aesthetic snapshots and post to their Instagrams. The restaurant is quaint and spacious: a large area filled with lots of greenery, hanging plants in simple white ceramic pots, white painted brick walls, and wooden tables with soft cushions on each seat. Once you wrap up the interview with Taeyong, you are seated next to an open window with a great view of a pretty koi pond in the back.

“We serve Korean fusion style food here, and our spaghetti has a freshly made tomato sauce that includes chopped kimchi infused in it. We found that using garlic marinated pork belly makes a more flavorful meatball, which we char slightly, paying homage to the wonderful KBBQ samgyeopsal. We also found that a raw egg yolk on top adds a richness to the pasta, which is similar to a bowl of bibimbap. And there’s some grated Parmesan and mozzarella on top.” Taeyong sets the plate of gorgeous spaghetti in front of you and Chenle with a shy smile. “I hope you both enjoy it.”

You don’t know how else to describe the dish, except that it is beautiful (Just like the restaurant owner, like have you seen his face? Lee Taeyong is the true modern day Adonis, but you digress). You swear you saw Chenle wipe a tear from his face out of the corner of your eye. Practically salivating, you impatiently wait for Jisung to take a few close up videos and pictures of the dish before you immediately dig in.

Fork awkwardly hovering in the air, you pause, turning to Chenle. “Uh, cheers?”

His own loaded fork is halfway to his mouth when he halts. “Oh! Right. Yes. Um, cheers, Y/N.”

The two of you stiffly tap your forks against each other before facing forward again and finally taking the much desired bite. The flavors are bursting like fireworks, and if someone told you that you had died and gone to heaven, you would believe them because there’s no other word to explain the taste other than heavenly. Dante had many circles leading to the center of hell. If you are to apply the same concept to heaven, Legalize Marinara would be the first circle you enter once you go past the pearly gates, and Penne for your Thoughts would most definitely be the second.

The clinking of Chenle’s fork against the plate breaks you from your thoughts, and your good mood falters when you remember the incident again. You plaster a quick smile as you begin to describe the dish to the camera. Chenle chimes in with a wide smile of his own that looks a little too forced, but the only one who seems to notice is you.

Once the recording is wrapped up, Chenle drops you off at your apartment building for you to change into a more dressier attire for the last stop. He and Jisung will change at their place before coming back to pick you up for dinner.

Up next: Terrazza San Valentino.

The place is positively breathtaking. It is an upscale restaurant with open seating on a terrace, leading to a beautiful view of the ocean. Wisteria vines and bright flowers weave their way through the twisting low iron fences encompassing the space as they climb the sides of the building. You have the perfect seat to witness the picturesque sunset over the rippling waters. A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon had been brought out and now rests on the covered table, uncorked and already poured out into two glasses. It very much reminds you of the beautiful restaurants you visited along the Amalfi Coast, specifically Il Capitano in Positano. You only hope that the food here will be just as amazing as the pasta you ordered there.

You just wish your company was a little better. The atmosphere felt more awkward than the time your mom had set you up on a blind date with her coworker’s son. You had to text Chenle for help that time, and he came to your rescue, helping you escape after pretending to be your long lost son. Obviously, your date wasn’t dumb enough to believe that, but he did believe that you were completely off your rockers and immediately took off after that.

Sneaking a glance at your best friend, you sigh when you realize that he refuses to look your way. You carefully tuck the skirt of your wine red dress under your crossed legs. The sweetheart neckline emphasizes the simple gold necklace you have on, and the dress tapers off at your waist, accentuating your figure perfectly. You paired the outfit with a matching lipstick, a simple black clutch, and some elegant black heels with ribbons that loop around your ankles into a pretty bow.

In other words, you look stunning, and Chenle’s palms are growing sweaty. He undos the first few buttons of his white dress shirt, desperately wanting to take off his tailored suit jacket, but his attire would look much too casual without it. He avoids eye contact with you and remains silent, growing even more flustered by the second, and looks at Jisung helplessly.

Of course, his other best friend proves to be useless again (Disappointing, but not surprising). Jisung simply wriggles his eyebrows at him, eyes darting from you to Chenle, before zooming into his face at a very unflattering angle. Chenle throws him a dirty look, and Jisung merely sticks out his tongue in response. However, they immediately smoothen their expressions into much more pleasant ones when Jaehyun comes out with the plate of food on a small cart.

“This is our play on spaghetti.” He gives you a dimpled smile, and you briefly wonder if the customers rave about this restaurant because of the food or the chef. Perhaps it is a combination of both.

He continued to explain the dish, setting it down in front of you and Chenle. “We use strangozzi that is made fresh every morning. We infuse sun dried tomatoes that we dried ourselves into the olive oil for a minimum of thirty days. The pasta is cooked for sixty seconds, while we slightly sauté grated truffle in the oil in a pan. Once the pasta is ready, we transfer it to the truffle pan and cook it for another minute, making sure to coat the pasta in the sauce. And then we grate some Parmesan and truffles right on top at the table.”

Jaehyun pulls out the expensive mushroom, generously grating thin slices on top of the glistening strands of pasta. The smell is incredible, and your eyes are already hyper fixated on the dish in front of you. He puts down the mushroom and grater, picking up the second grater and the cheese from the cart before shredding the cheese perfectly.

When he finishes, Jaehyun places them back on the cart and smiles at you both charmingly once more. “I hope you enjoy your meal. If you need anything else, please feel free to ask.”

You thank him before he leaves, and Jisung takes all the necessary shots before giving the okay to start eating. You and Chenle offer up some comments about the elegance of the dish, describing its appearance and finally twirling some on the end of your fork. You murmur a quiet “cheers” as the two of you clink your glasses of wine together and take a sip before having the first bite.

The amount of money you have to pay to have a truffle dish is absolutely worth it. The taste is simply indescribable, and you truly have no words. You are blown away by the amount of flavor that can be created with just a few ingredients, and your taste buds are singing. Wide eyed, you turn to look at Chenle, who has the same astonished expression on his face, already staring back at you in complete surprise.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out, and your best friend agrees with you. “Holy shit indeed.”

You immediately go for another bite, and Chenle quickly follows suit. “This is— this is incredible. I don’t know how to describe it, except, except, wow. I can’t stop eating it, and the sun dried tomatoes, olive oil, fresh pasta al dente, and truffles just work so well together. It’s like a symphony in my mouth.”

“I agree,” Chenle nods enthusiastically, swiping another forkful of the yummy goodness. “This has to be one of the best dishes of the entire season.”

“Yeah, absolutely.” You spear a slice of the truffle with the pasta, and the ensuing bite is simply perfect and delectable. “I would come back here every single week if my bank account would let me.”

The stifled atmosphere between the two of you suddenly becomes relaxed at that point, the thick tension dissipating with food never failing to act as the perfect ice breaker and buffer simultaneously. For now, you can pretend the kiss didn’t happen and almost forget it (key word: almost).

“There’s a very popular fan suggestion,” Jisung pipes up, looking at the comment section of the previous video where you and Chenle announced your current recording’s star dish. “It got over twenty thousand likes and five hundred responses.”

“What is it?” You pause in eating, fork poised in the air, as you look over to your friend behind the camera. Chenle pays no attention, continuing to take another bite.

“Recreate the Lady and the Tramp moment.”

Your jaw drops, and your eyes grow round. Practically scandalized, your voice goes an octave higher. “You mean the kissing scene?!”

At the mention of kissing, Chenle chokes on a noodle, spluttering and nearly hacking up a lung, and you quickly reach over and firmly pat him on the back repeatedly until he stops coughing with a weak “thanks.”

“What? This is a food show! Why do they want us to kiss?” your best friend wheezes, and you pass him a glass of water. He grabs it from your outstretched hand gratefully and takes a large gulp.

“I don’t know, fan service? Anyway, it’s good for the views!” Jisung gives you a thumbs up, and you frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why don’t you do it with Chenle then?”

“It specifically says you and Chenle,” he informs smugly with a smirk, and you glower at him, much to his amusement.

“Well, if it’s for the fans…” Chenle trails off, a faint blush beginning to make its appearance on his face. He hesitantly pulls out one strand of the pasta, picking up one end on his fork.

You can’t believe this. Yet, you slowly reach out for the other end of the strand with your fork, twirling it onto the metal prongs securely. You move to take your end of the noodle, while Chenle does the same, both of you actively avoiding eye contact.

“Oh c’mon, at least make it a little more romantic than that. Jeno and Jaemin have more chemistry than you two right now,” Jisung complains, and you would very much like to chuck the half full bottle of wine at his big, annoying head (Chenle also has similar thoughts).

Taking a deep breath, you finally place the noodle’s end in your mouth. Cheeks burning, you can feel your heart rate already skyrocketing at the mere thought of kissing your best friend again. You know you’ll freeze up if you look at him, so you do your best to focus your gaze on the center of the noodle strand. You’ll have some time before the two of you meet in the middle, right?

Wrong.

It comes much too soon, and your palms are growing sweaty as your heart races in your chest at a breakneck speed. Your lips are mere millimeters away from his, and you pause. You can’t hear anything, but the pounding of your heart and the blood rushing to your cheeks, and you finally find the courage to peek up at your best friend. You find him already gazing at you, a soft expression on his face. His eyes dart down to your lips before meeting your eyes once more, and you suddenly realize that he’s waiting for you, that he won’t do anything unless you want it too, that it’s okay if you don’t.

But you do.

So you muster up all the courage you possibly can and close the distance, carefully pressing your lips against his for a tender kiss before biting off the noodle. When you pull back, you finally notice the awestruck expression written all over Chenle’s face. He lets out a small laugh of disbelief before he positively beams, bouncing in his seat, and you sport a matching smile, albeit a little bashful.

“Uh, anyway, who left that comment? We should probably give them a mention,” you say, clearing your throat and hoping the heat subsides in your cheeks soon. Chenle continues to grin like the Cheshire Cat and secretly grabs your hand underneath the tablecloth, intertwining your fingers with his. You can feel your face exponentially growing warm once again, but you still send a pleased smile to your best friend.

“Uh…” Jisung awkwardly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “‘Insert goofy’s chuckle.’”

At Jisung’s answer, you freeze up entirely in your position before immediately turning and locking eyes with Chenle in complete horror, the both of you instantly coming to the same, dreadful realization.

“HYUCK?!”

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insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

oh my god you guys actually did it. your relationship started all thanks to ME 🙆🏻 you’re welcome btw 😘 I take payment in the form of your first born’s name

notanimpasta replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle ok calm down rumpelstiltskin

jisung pwark replied:  @ notanimpasta what a perfect nickname for him. He’s an ugly little greedy man

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark LMAOOOO (and congrats, chenle and y/n!)

 insert goofy’s chuckle replied:  @ jisung pwark what tf no one asked??? 

notanimpasta replied: @ jisung pwark wait hold on you were supposed to edit that end part out????

jisung pwark replied: @ notanimpasta i left it for the views ☺️

big head king replied: @ jisung pwark people watch for the food tho!!! 🙂

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ replied: @ big head king I watched it for the kiss. Love is so beautiful 🥰💓💞🥺🥺💕💛💟✨💖

jenojam replied: @ big head king I had watched it for the food! but congratulations, y/n and chenle :) 

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ big head king i watched it because ron jeon said you mentioned me

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle IT’S RENJUN!!!!!! 🤬🤬 

mork lee rawr xD replied: hahaha I watch for the food~

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ mork lee rawr xD Thank you Mark, very cool!

winwin in past tense is wonwon!!! commented:

whoop whoop congrats lele 🥳🥳

rapperpunzel commented:

the pasta looks good 🍝

johnny’s communication center commented:

Thanks for stopping by! Come back for the couple’s special discount anytime 😉

baa baa yang sheep commented:

oh my god finally!!!

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ baa baa yang sheep you owe me $50 I was right, it happened before the season finale

baa baa yang sheep replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck suddenly i’m jared, 19

xiao dejasmine commented:

hahahaha cute ! 😁😁

ty track commented:

Thank you y/n and chenle for visiting ~~ congrats on your relationship !!! -TY

junguwu (◕‿◕✿) commented:

YAAAAAS CHENLE SWEETIE 😘😘😘

jisung pwark commented:

check out my latest tiktok video @ jisungpwark to see their actual first kiss!!! and don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe ☺️

notanimpasta replied: @ jisung pwark STOP USING US AS CLICKBAIT

jisung pwark replied: @ notanimpasta no ❤️

jisung pwark replied: @ notanimpasta also red is sus

big head king replied: @ jisung pwark so when are you gonna do the best friend kissing challenge huh 👀

jisung pwark replied: @ big head king SHUT UP CHENLE

honeyfairy replied: @ jisung pwark 😳😳

gu ren gui god commented:

wow~ very cute, chenle! my angel 😊

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

YOOOOO CONGRATS, MAN 🤩🤪🤪

prince jae commented:

thank you guys for coming by! please stop by next year on your anniversary free of charge (:

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ prince jae omg mark and I will be there for sure ❤️

showmethemonet replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle my new boyfriend and I will be there too ☺️

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ showmethemonet I’m sorry, I was wrong, pls don’t leave me for bts jin even though i am so much more handsomer and talented than him 😌

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

[keysmashingfantasies]

An Old Fashioned Meet Cute

A/N: hi! this is my first fic here and i hope you like it. comments and constructive criticism is very much appreciated just please be nice and i tried not to describe nor reader nor the Hilda character too much apart from the fact that they are plus size so it can cater to more people (altough the Hilda character is a white woman originally, I left that out because I wanted everyone to be able to read it) :D. and a huge thank you to @divine-mistake for encouraging me to make this blog and post my fics. ily Tay <3, this one's for you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!plus size Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Bucky didn’t remember much of his life before the war. Not as much as he would like, anyway. But he was content to at least have remembered something. The memories of his teenage shenanigans with Steve always made him laugh. But there was a memory that he didn’t even know it was on his mind until that day when he accompanied Steve to the thrift shop. And until an Avengers party, where he met you.

-

“Steve, come on… Shouldn’t you be showing me the wonders of the modern world?”, he mocked. He knew Steve was doing his best, he did. But he knew that this wasn’t just a friends’ afternoon. And Bucky didn’t need a babysitter.

“I will! I just thought it would be nice to see something less overwhelming first and Sam told me a thrift store would be a nice place to start. Most of this stuff is new to us anyway”, Steve said, picking up a CD of a shelf.

“Yeah, ok”, he mumbled. The things he did for Steve. He mindlessly wandered through the little cluttered store, browsing the shelves full of knick knacks. He saw vinyls, old books, a great variety of toys, some paintings and an old fashioned vanity, with an old mirror, a few vintage perfume bottles, and… Oh.

“Steve?”, he said, picking up the old calendar that was propped up against the stained mirror. Carefully, he lifted the calendar up, looking at his friend. He had seen it before, he knew he did. He flipped through it as he waited for Steve to make his way across the store, careful to not bump in any of the tables containing delicate porcelain tea pots. His eyes scanned through the cover, a delicately painted picture of a curvy woman and with the saying “HILDA, 1940’s calendar” in bold red letters above it.

“Oh wow”, Steve let out a belly laugh. “You remember when we stole some of these? Man, we even took these to war”, he said. He started to remember. Him and Steve running, each one with a calendar in hand, flipping through the pages, Steve whining that he would never find a girl like that. He didn’t even think twice before taking it to the counter, with Steve giggling like a school girl behind him.

“For the memories, punk”, he said in a stern voice and a frown, but with pink dusted cheeks.

“Of course”, Steve said in a mocking voice.

-

“So, Tony’s throwing a party next weekend”, Steve said as he entered the training room.

“I prefer the thrift store”, Bucky mumbled, without tearing his eyes from the punching bag.

“Come on, Buck. I think it will be good for you to go”, Steve said. “It will be something small, Tony will introduce the new team assistant, so no eyes will be on you”, that got Bucky’s attention.

“Small?”, he said, pushing his hair from his face.

“Very”, Steve assured, but he had that look that Bucky knew very well from his young years; the look he would get when he was about to pick a fight. He was up to no good. But he didn’t want another trip to a dusty thrift store.

“Yeah, sure”, he mumbled.

-

You were shaking in your boots. Yeah, you knew that you would work for them, which meant that you inevitably would have to attend this kind of things. But this wasn’t like your former office jobs, no. You work for the Avengers now.

“You can do this. You have to. Do it for the paycheck”, you said, trying to reassure yourself as you shakily applied mascara. As you browsed through your wardrobe, you let out a sigh. You remembered shyly asking for advice on what to wear from Natasha, but you took it with a grain of salt. She could wear a potato sack and still look gorgeous, and you were… Well, a potato. You knew this was another test. If you couldn’t handle all eyes on you and the eventual bickering that was about to happen, you were not fit for the job. But damn, you at least expected a few weeks of taking care of documents and serving coffee before a party. In a room. With the, quoting the tabloid you read that very morning “super team that saves the world and looks hot doing it!”. You were a pretty confident person. But this… Anyone would be nervous.

“You can do this”, you told yourself one more time before heading out.

-

When you got to the party, not everyone was there. You politely greeted everyone with a nod, and gave your name to the ones you didn’t have the pleasure to meet yet.

“You, pick your poison”, Tony Stark pointed at you while walking to the bar.

“No, thank you, Mr. Stark, I won’t be drinking tonight”, you managed to say, silently thanking all the gods above (even the one that was sitting not too far from you) that you managed to hold back the quiver in your voice.

“She doesn’t want to be vulnerable around us. Smart, I like her”, said Natasha. Sometimes you wonder if she was a telepath like Wanda.

“Is there anything wrong, Y/N? I sense that you are uneasy”, asked Vision, with those glassy unblinking eyes. You wondered if he was in your mind that very moment.

“Gee, I wonder why”, said Rhodes, before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m okay, just… A bit nervous, that’s all”, you said.

“Well, then you definitely need a drink”, said Tony, handing you a glass of champagne that no doubt cost the same as your previous paycheck.

Soon enough, the awkwardness made way to pleasant conversation. You laughed as you listened to their banter. It wasn’t like any business party you ever attended. No, it was more like a family gathering than anything.

The sounds of the elevator doors opening caught you attention as three men wide as refrigerators walked in, followed closely by a pretty young woman. Of course you knew them. You read all about them. Especially The Winter Soldier, the little devil on your shoulder taunting you by remembering you of every single time you talked to your friend about your crush on him.

“Sorry we’re late guys, Steve went to pick me up before the party and we had dinner”, said the blonde, linking her arm with Steve Rogers himself.

“Nah, Sharon, don’t cover his ass. We were late because the three of us had to wrestle Barnes into changing out of that old ass Henley”, said Sam.

Instantly, Tony and Natasha cheered and raised their glasses, making you laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny”, said a gruff voice coming from the bar, making you turn your head, seeing Bucky Barnes open a beer bottle with his vibranium hand. 'How did he sneak past everyone?', your thoughts were interrupted as you took him in. You wanted to personally thank Sam, Steve and Sharon for making him wear that tight fitting black shirt.

“Well, Y/N, here’s Capsicle, Mrs. Capsicle, New Captain, and Snowflake. Guys, this is Y/N, the new assistant. Oh, and there’s Spider Boy but he’s on curfew, Strange had to hop out of the dimension and Scott but he’s… He’s somewhere out there being small, I don’t know. Watch were you step, just to be safe”, said Tony

“Hi”, you gave a shy wave, being greeted right back.

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If it wasn’t for the serum, Bucky is absolutely sure he would have a heart attack on the spot. You were wearing red heels, a form fitting black pencil skirt and a white button up blouse and he could see your curves, your strong arms, your thighs. You looked absolutely amazing. You look like one of the girls that Bucky would’ve rushed to ask for a dance back in the day. But what really made him stare is the fact that your body type looked eerily similar to the character of the calendar he spent an embarrassing amount of time staring.

As your eyes scanned the room as you were bombarded with questions, Bucky made sure to avoid your gaze, looking everywhere but your face: his shoes, the ceiling, the armrest on the couch, Steve’s shit eating grin. Oh. So THAT’S what it was about. Little shit.

Even avoiding your gaze, he made sure to keep his ears open. A man could be interested, right?

.

By the time the party ended, Thor and Bruce were sleeping, Tony was buzzed walking around singing Iron Maiden, Natasha and Sharon were talking, Steve and Sam were giggling like two school girls, Rhodes went home and Vision and Wanda were talking and looking out the window to the New York skyline.

Which left you – and Bucky – alone.

“Uhhh. I guess I’ll start cleaning, then”, you said. Your face was on fire. The only person that you were sure didn’t like you and you were awkwardly standing, not knowing where to look and what to say. It didn’t help that you were attracted to him but damn it, you were not going to lose this opportunity because of a school girl crush. So you decided to keep yourself occupied by taking some empty glasses and bottles from the table and taking them to the kitchen.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Let the cleaning crew deal with this in the morning!”, said Natasha.

“No, no, I don’t mind. I like to keep myself busy”, you said with a smile. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. You only hoped she couldn’t see how awkward you were.

“I’ll help”, he said, picking up some glasses and following you.

“You can pick up more of these glasses and I can start washing them”, he said. “I- I noticed you got your nails done, so…”, he said, and you shyly looked away while thanking him and making your way out of the kitchen.

.

In no time, the room was getting emptier. Vision and Wanda went home and Thor took Banner back to New Asgard. And you were almost done with the dishes, having also gotten rid of most of the empty food containers. As you both cleaned, you and Bucky got a bit more comfortable with each other.

“I’m sorry for seeming a bit standoffish earlier”, he said suddenly. “I’m not used to parties and I don’t know how new people will react to me. Especially pretty women”, you smiled at the compliment, but felt your heart ache. You were so caught up in your insecurities that you didn’t even consider his side of things.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t know how you feel but by what I’ve seen and heard, you have a family here. You’re out there fighting to save the world. Trying your best. This is redemption enough, don’t you think?”, you said as you put the glasses to dry, missing the awestruck look that Bucky sent you, a goofy smile making its way into his features. “Okay, you wait here and I’ll get what’s left”.

You were back in no time. “Okay, so just more two champagne flutes and one plate left”, you said but before you could give the dishes to Bucky, you slipped, and if it wasn’t for Bucky’s reflexes, you would’ve fallen hard. You yelped as the sound of breaking glass hit your ears and for a second you two just stared at each other, before Bucky pulled you closer and back to a standing position.

“Thanks”, you said as he helped you straighten up.

“Your ankle, does it hurt?”, he said.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so”, you said.

“Ah, I think it does. And I can’t let a dame go home alone on a hurt ankle”, he said, giving you a dashing smile.

“You know what, now that you’ve said it, it hurts really bad”, you said, catching on. “You know what’s amazing for a bad ankle?”, you asked, and the gentle smile in your lips and the mischievous glint in your eyes made his heart piston inside of his chest.

"What?", he said softly, stepping closer, like you were sharing secrets.

“Ice cream and a walk on the park. Very therapeutical”, you said, making Bucky laugh.

.

Before you knew it, Bucky had already scooped you up into his arms and rushedly announced that you had slipped and fell, whisking you away into the elevator.

“Dude, that took all night”, said Sam. “This is the smooth guy you told me about?”, he said, while Steve and Sharon laughed.

While everyone got ready to go home, Scott came out of the kitchen in his Ant-Man suit eating some leftovers.

“Someone owes me 20 bucks for making her trip”.

[seraphdarlimg]

wish I were (pt2)

 harry acts like everything is good and dandy but reader sees Heather wearing the sweater

part 1 here

‘heather’ by conan gray WARNINGS - ANGST WORD COUNT - 1,892

A/N: hehe because it was december 3rd, I just had to get this chapter done to post even if it might be a little late but here ya go 

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      My guitar rested on my thigh as i brought my head down to lay on the fret, staring at the blank piece of lined paper in front of me. I sighed, turning my head away and just bathed in the silence of the separate room from the main studio. The weight on my chest might of suggested the frustration out of my creative block, unable to produce words or lyrics for the past weeks. Or that I was progressively losing the will to even pick up an instrument, as strumming the strings took a lot of energy for me to do. 

The oversized hoodie I brought kept me warm, but i knew that wasn't satisfying enough. However the idea of wearing one of his hoodies I've place in a closed box in the corner of my apartment hurt too much and that now I'm back in the studio after weeks of trying to avoid coming here at all costs. After the New Year's party, I've done nothing but wallow up in my apartment alone, trying to come up with songs as quickly as possible just so I could get this project done and over with. That proved to be difficult however, especially with Harry trying to call on a normal basis.

  "Helllooo bubs, why haven't you been showing up at the studio eh?" "You said at the beginning of this project that I could work at home whenever I want. I'm just taking you up on that offer." "Of course, you'd remember me sayin' that. How've you been love, haven't seen you in a while though." "Fine, just been doing my job." "Well yeah, can't write all these lovely songs without your talent, can I? You gonna come in tomorrow then?" 

I hesitated for a second, biting my tongue when I felt my eyes pool up again. "I'll just send a pdf of lyrics to you Harry." "O-oh. Well that would conventionally work... yes but you have to come in tomorrow though." "Why? Just text me what you like and don't like about the verses and I'll fix them." "Bubs you know how I feel about in person collaboration. Plus the deadlines are coming up and it'll be easier and faster to have you in the studio." "Okay." He hesitates this time and I could see his brows furrowed together as well as having a hand on his hip. Most likely wearing lose sweats and the knitted cardigan he's been falling in love with over the months. His hair a bit longer than it was last time I saw him and his pink lips quirked to the side in thought. Maybe the bags under his eyes are gone, has been looking more happier lately. More happier than I could of made him to be over the months. "Are you okay?" "I have to go Harry, I'll see you tomorrow." "Oh see yo-"

      He was the first one to greet me when I arrived, and I wanted nothing more than to burst out sobbing when I see his smile. It took everything not to do so, giving him a tight lip smile and quick side hug before sitting down farthest away from him. For the first hour and a half of discussion, I didn't say much and zoned off a lot, tuning in and out of the conversation Harry leaded about a song he had written recently. I felt his glances on me when I turned away, probably sensing my unwillingness to comment so he was considerate enough to not put me under the spotlight in the discussion. In the middle of it, Harry's phone started ringing and he didn't waste a second to excuse himself to answer it. "Hello? Oh hey darling, you almost here?" I froze when he grows a cheesy smile on his face as he walks further to the other side of the studio before telling us to continue without him. I took a deep breathe, not mentally prepared to be in the same room as her. Has she always been coming to the studio or did I just choose to worse day to finally come in? I try to focus doodling in my little notebook, but it grew harder and harder to focus on anything else but the way he crosses his arms and laughs while on the phone with her. From the corner of my eye, it was definite he's completely captivated just hearing her voice and I could just picture the angelic tone of it. I didn't realize I was tapping my pencil till I hear Sarah calling out my name, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay, haven't seen you in a while." I nodded, putting on a smile. "Yeah sorry, been getting a lot of work opportunities and just a bunch of family stuff that's exhausted me." Sarah gives me a look that resembles one of a mother who knows their child isn't telling the full truth, but she nods and pats my hand. "Completely understandable. But that's exciting, new artists been reaching out to you n' all that?" "Ha surprisingly, considering saying yes to all of them." my smile was growing genuine a little, thinking about how content I was with my career. Being a lyricist and songwriter was a definite risky path to take in terms of stability, but it made me happier knowing I was able to to do. "Oh of course, you can totally do it. Probably wanted to see what all the hype was about when Harry couldn't stop talking about you at every social gathering he's been at." Sarah chuckles, rolling her eyes playfully. "Yeah?" I quickly looked down, feeling my eyes water as the pang in my chest came back. "Mhmm, acts like Thomas and Mitch don't even exist." I laugh lightly at that, fiddling with my fingers as I focused down on my notebook. I found myself in an awkward situation, not knowing how to continue the conversation but knowing I didn't want to try. I love Sarah, but I was close to break down right there if I tried and it was not the place to do so. Not when everyone is trying to meet deadlines and Harry was about to walk in with Heather at any moment. "Hey, I actually have a lot of emails to respond to so I'm gonna be in the other room." I stood up, taking a guitar and my notebook. "Might actually be better for me to focus in." "Sure, we'll let Harry know." I gave her a grateful smile, walking out into the hallway to a different room. I let out another shaky breath, feeling overwhelmed once I was finally alone. But before I could close the door, I hear her. I peak out to see both her and Harry standing at the entrance of the building, huddled close together. "Sorry I forget it gets this cold in LA sometimes." She says, looking up at him while he rubs the sleeves of his sweater that was wrapped perfectly around her. It was a simple orange stripped sweater. A vintage that Harry bought in Vienna and became one of his favorites. It was just a simple polyester sweater, but it became my favorite too. So it was hard to give it back after wearing it that night we kissed, but fuck was it harder to see her wearing it. Now as I sit alone with no sense of motivation to do anything else but wallow in my own pity I thought about a lot of things. I should be angry, be fuming and cursing at Harry for how he's been acting. I should confront him, make him feel as hurt as he made me for choosing her. Or maybe I should hate Heather, despise her for taking the chance I had with him. But deep down I know I couldn't hate Heather. She's such an angel, it wasn't her fault he's still hung up on her. And as much as the image of his arm wrapped around her kills me, I couldn't hate him either for the same reason. She looked prettier in his sweater than I did. "You okay in here bubs?" As if the tears welling up in my eyes and heavy weight on my chest wasn't enough, the sound of knuckles against the door and his voice calling out my name made me almost sob. "Yeah, I'm good. Door's open." I quickly try to compose myself when he enters the room, giving me that warming smile of his. "Just wanted to check up on ya, been quiet since you got here." Harry looks at me with concerning eyes as he places a hand on my shoulder before crossing his arms and leaning against the wall in front of me. Keep your hand on my shoulder, the second it was there all the nerves went away. I wanted to say but instead I fake a smile again, waving it off and shrugging. "Oh no, just have a lot on my plate don't worry." He nods, feeling his eyes on me while I try to avoid his by opening my laptop and skimming through my inbox. "Sarah told me about different singers reaching out to you." He points at my laptop before taking a seat on the chair to the side. I nodded, humming while I typed out quick responses. "Yup, thanks by the way but now I gotta sort out a whole schedule for this year." I took a glance up to see him focused on my song journal on the table in front of us.

“So...you and Heather huh?” The sheepish smile he has tugs my heart strings but I tried to keep from fumbling with my fingers.

“Yeah uhh...” He scratches the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on his hands and looking like a young kid with a crush. “Started talking again and catching up, been working out stuff between us since the party.”

I tilt my head to the side, motioning him to continue. “She’s gorgeous...”

“She’s amazing.”

I finally looked away from him and onto my screen, letting out a little chuckle. 

“So you guys are back together?”

“No no, we’re just sort of figuring things out at the moment.” Though it was an answer I was hoping for, the look in his face was none the less comforting. 

“Well, hope everything goes great. You guys look perfect together.” I managed to say, going back to typing while he only responds with a nod and hum.

There was silence. Does he not feel it too? Uncomfortable silence was never a thing between us but it was prevalent here. "Not gonna leave early are you though?" He says out of no where and I stopped typing for a sec to give my attention to him. "Not going to ditch me for someone else of course." He says it with a laugh, playing it off like an obvious joke... but the way he looked at me. Part of me wanted to scream at how oblivious and selfish that statement sounded coming from him, as if he has no idea the drastic shift our relationship has taken. But I see the vulnerability in his eyes, sensing the subtext in his question that is practically asking me to stay. Stick by his side and help finish this passion project he's dedicated to put out, not only for his fans but for himself. Be with him to figure out what to do next, even if I would be in a different county or continent and working with someone else. Keep in touch throughout because I've become an important person in his life. Even if that person who used to fill that spot came back, he's still here and asking me to stay with him in a similar sense. It wasn't the kind of love I wanted, but never the less, it was still love from Harry. Did the smile I wear at that moment reach my eyes? When I placed my hand on top of his in reassurance, was the hesitance obvious? Maybe he did notice the little signs, but he took my hand in his anyways and placed it against his heart. 

"Of course, 'm always gonna here Harry."

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part 3

A/N: guys my heart hurts writing this lol. There’s gonna be one or two more parts of this series, but thank you for reading! feedback is appreciated :)