#can we at least get a ponytail or a bun/fun style if hes gonna have extensions

[icarussometimes]

alright i’ll bite. what are your (wrong and incorrect <3) batfam hair headcanons

uhhh okso. goddamn this is gonna be long, here is a cut for your health and safety <3

bruces hair has been 100% the same 100% of his life. maybe he had it like a little longer for like a year when he was 20 but that was IT. back to default right afterwards. hes like the settings ur videogame character is on when u open up customization

dick is fortunately a bit more interesting. he had the cute floppy little boy haircut until he was in like his mid teens and then he was like imma grow it out and he did. by the time discowing era rolled around it was LONG long, and he did in fact have a short but traumatic (mainly to bruce, poor man) period with a mullet. post-discowing he figured out what to do with it and settled into a style around shoulder length with lotsa layers so it does that 80s shag surfer rockstar thing. he was later a firm supporter of the covid era shag/wolf cut revival. looks fucking stunning, no doubt he is the supermodel of the fam. chefs kiss

jasons hair is curly (!! i am very particular about this! he has curls) and was pretty short before he met bruce, for easy keeping, and that obviously all the same length sorta look where u can tell it was buzzed at some point. when he’s robin obviously hes got the heart bangs and is just adorable all around. the one thing ur right about is that it gets long when he’s in zombie mode and they shave it in the league. i think in his red hood era he learns to cut his own hair and experiments with lotsa fun stuff like punk hairstyles and shaved sides and at one point a little mini mullet which he somehow pulls off. once or twice he probably bleaches the not-white-streak parts of his hair to try to make it blend in, and goes thru all the weird growing out stages after that. its an all around fun time, and he pulls off way more weird hairstyles than he has any right to tbh

tims hair is very very straight and for most of his childhood and early teen years its in a pretty basic short sides long top sorta cut, low maintenance and fine-looking. he dyes it blue once when hes like 14 and that’s the only time he ever does anything intentional and interesting with his hair, because to him it’s pretty much just a chore. when all the red hood shit starts going down theres a period where he goes full what-is-self-care mode for, like, many months and thus his hair grows out enough for like a tiny scruffy ponytail. its like very badly taken care of tho bc my boy doesnt have TIME to shower, bruce, youre not my REAL dad. once jason and damian both mostly stop trying to murder him on sight, he starts taking care of his hair, but i firmly believe that (for a while at least) he decides not to cut it. YES long haired tim. fight me. i think it’s almost always up, in various buns and braids, and dami and the girls (steph and cass, i mean) really love it which tim finds utterly baffling. but my boy needs to be loved more. cass calls his hair beautiful and he turns into a puddle of goo and doesnt stand up for like 2 days

dami keeps his hair short (not buzzed, but short) while in the league, and when he moves to gotham there’s a period of a couple months where he decides to try to be mini bruce. but bruces hair is kinda hard to recreate and looks a bit silly on him, and also every single one of his family members wont stop MUSSING IT so eventually he gives up and learns to tolerate his normal (if spiky) tweenage hair.

steph is our token blonde but we love her. i think she was one of those girls who decided at like 9 that she wanted to grow her hair out REALLY long, and was like moderately successful at it to the chagrin of most adults in her life (because long hair is SO HIGH MAINTENANCE). not long before her tenure as robin she gets sick of it and chops it to like,,,, idk, armpit length? yeeah. and later in her teens she has a whole cycle (or two) of bangs, she flipflops like weekly on whether she likes the way bangs look on her or not. she usually does them herself, and (everyone but her knows) she rocks them every time

cass i think had longer hair when she was doing the assassin gig, mainly ao it could be tied back, but as soon as she had more agency she went “nope” and chopped it to her normal short bob and has kept it that way ever since.

the one other thing u were right about i think is that duke has had the same hair his entire life, that just sounds correct lmao

anyways thats it, totally open to debating with you but just know that i am correct <3

[robinrequiems]

I cant help but ask for gender bend jondami as another clishe :/

I know ur packed wt asks so you can take as much time you want for it uwu IDK why I love clishes so much aaa

angry short lesbian and tall happy lesbian:

• mmm crop top damian wayne

• dami ( it can b a feminine / gender neutral same so yay ) wayne; Robin. Josette ( or josie 4 short ) kent; supergirl

• jason at one point shouted: LETS GO LESBIANS! when dami and josie were just walking peacefully

• but yk, it had to get ruined

• harley & ivy cheered them on when they were getting handcuffed and taken back to Arkham

Harley: remember when we were that little?

Ivy: I didn’t know you when you were that little, harley

• when they started dating, it was very much a huge shock. their styles are way different. and they just.. don’t seem compatible with the way they argue like little kids even at 16

• fem dami so wears a suit to galas, she says f gender norms, she rarely wears skirts

• but fem jon wears skirts cause she likes how flow-y it is

• dami wears a lot of josies crops and sweater, mainly bc she likes how big it is on her ‘cause tall icon josie

• josie looks like a sweet, innocent country girl pls

• AAAA genderbent au with cheerleader josie and loner dami rambles? yuh

• josie was apart of the beloved cheerleading team, flipping around and soaring through the sky like she was flying ( which she did on a frequent, but she loved this )

• dami actually taught her how to flip and do a lot of other cheer moves, dami normally sits in on practices to help jon go through it on her own

Josie: why don’t you join cheer?

Dami: ew. don’t disrespect me like that

• dami barely has her hair down, it’s normally up in a bun, braid, ponytail, etc, but with a few strands down her face

• josie is still a farm girl, rough hands, even though she likes skirts and all that, she does wear a lot of overalls and jeans

• I know that supergirl kara wears a skirt… but. no. josie still wears the superboy get up w/ the ripped jeans, sweatshirt, & red shoes ( but her hairs up in a ponytail or pigtails ). dami wears the exact same uniform

• dami normally keeps her hair short, longest is a little past her shoulders, she just doesn’t vibe with long hair, josie does whatever josie wants, if she wants to have hair long, she does, but sometimes she chops a lot of it off just for fun

• they put makeup on each other sometimes, just playing around with it, Dami taught josie how to apply makeup and got her everything she needed ( foundation, concealer, bronzer, blahblh blah )

• dami wears a lot of knee high boots, combat boots, & canvas shoes to draw on

• josie wears the same red shoes everyday until they break or get ruined ( lois hates this )

• dami.. accessorizes.. a l ot. she has a whole jewelry box full of it, she wears anklets

• josie loses earrings, she doesn’t bother w/ jewelry

• stephanie and cass are the ones who have to handle Dami’s “girl” problems because Bruce has no idea what to do, and talia was busy being a badass

• fishnets under jeans dami!!!!!!!! Dami is pretty.. reserved? with the way she dresses, buut there are days where she just feels hella confident and wears whatever she wants

• dami was given a lot of marthas old jewelry from bruce:))))

• when dami has hair down; there are beanies involved:))

• MMMM SOFT GIRL AESTHTIC JOSIE AND EGIRL AESTHETIC DAMI 👀

• sometimes the two have a complete style swap and dami just wears a lot of bright colors while josie goes dark-ish

• dami likes having a lot of blush on her cheeks, idk, oo and cat eyeliner. she likes looking sassy

• josie barely does makeup, she doesn’t break out ‘cause life is here to make dami even more gayer for her

Josie: ooooh! you look so cute in my headband! im gonna get you one

• josie has dami try on her own clothes and things like headbands ( only thing she manages to not lose.. ) and then if they look good, whcih they normally do, she gets one for dami

• dami wears them when she hasn’t seen josie, she likes rhe headbands, but she does not want to show that josie is right ):<<<

Dami: father, richard, person whose name I forgot, dead one, female dead one, ballerina, and lighthouse, I have an announcement.

Bruce, sighing: go on

Dami: im pregnant

Bruce: i- im - so - sorry? what?

Dami: kidding, i have come to terms that I can no longer say “no home” to Josie since it is fully homo. I am also spending the night with her in 2 days. that’s all. continue your meal.

Dick: ?? Congratulations?

Jason: that’s one way to come out

Stephanie: you get i— wait am i female dead one??

Duke: ‘least you aren’t lighthouse

Tim: at least he remembered you ????

[purplesurveys]

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What is the youngest age you can remember back to? I was 3 and I had just woken up in a Winnie the Pooh tent with my sister, who was 1 at the time. Our parents let us go ‘camping,’ which was really nothing more than a tiny tent set up on the floor in their room.

What sports are you trying out for this year? Wakeboarding and rock climbing.

Did you wear your hair in a ponytail today? Yeah it was in a ponytail for the whole day as it helps me focus better at work. I’ve kept the ponytail on even though it’s 11 in the evening right now, but now it’s because it would be too warm with my hair down.

Who do you have on speed dial? Nobody. I’m not sure how to do that with my phone, and even if I knew how to I don’t know if there’d be anyone I’d want to put on speed dial.

What colors do you like to paint your toenails? I never do anything with my toenails except clip them.

Would it be cool to learn how to DJ at a club? Sure!

Where are you going to be three hours from now? It would be 2 AM by then but I highly doubt I’d be asleep by then. I just bought all 7 of the BTS Cold Brew Americano bottles (yep, so much happened while I was gone and I am apparently an Army now...) so I’m drinking from one of them tonight; and they are strong as fuuuuuuuck.

What job would you NEVER take, even as a last resort? Anything related to sex work. Not that I’m against it, but it’s just not for me.

If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Only if it’s something a hard reboot could easily fix haha. If it’s beyond that, I don’t think so.

If someone looked in your closet, how would they judge your style? That I need to update my wardrobe. Most of them were trendy at some point, but not so much these days. They would probably comment that I need to add more colors as well.

What was the shittiest hotel you’ve ever stayed at and why? I’m not sure we’ve stayed somewhere I absolutely hated. I know my dad hated our first hotel in Palawan since the whole vibe of the room felt cheap, the bedsheets looked kinda tacky, and the power went out at night, but that’s also just the luxury liner executive in him. Since I don’t really travel just to stay all day in our hotels, I personally haven’t had any experience where I was like, “never again.”

Have you ever gone on a boat and been sick the whole time? No; I get seasick but I can handle it. It’s carsickness I have a problem with.

Did you get a good sleep last night? Not really. My sleep actually felt very shallow and it really felt like I had been up all night even though I’m pretty sure fell asleep by around midnight. Anyway, I’m getting a 3-day weekend since it’s a national holiday tomorrow, so at least I have a lot of time to catch up on much-needed sleep.

What is the weather like outside? It’s pretty chilly and I feel a few breezes every now and then, but it’s not enough. I’m not sweating, but I also need to have my hair up in a bun because otherwise I’d be too warm. Phone says 27ºC.

If someone makes a spelling or grammar mistake, do you ignore or correct? Mostly ignore. I only ever correct if it’s me who made the mistake by accident.

Do oversized sunglasses actually look good on you? I’ve never tried putting any on, so I wouldn’t know.

What is the most overrated thing in the world? Milk tea. It’s great and delicious I like having my own occasionally, but it’s seriously nothing life-changing.

Have you heard any completely untrue rumors about yourself lately? No. I’d feel sorry for someone who would still be making up rumors in their 20s.

What is one word to describe your room? Progress. It’s come a long way since the breakup.

Have you ever kept something from the wild as a pet? Not in the sense that we caught it ourselves from the wild, but there was one time my sister won a baby chick at a fair when we were super young and we had him for a few days. We tried our best to care for him, but we just weren’t equipped and knowledgeable with what baby chicks need so he didn’t last too long.

Do your parents try to plan out your future for you? No, and I’m glad they aren’t the stereotypical Filipino/Asian parents that dictate how I should be living my life. My mom will sometimes let a comment like “get a boyfriend already” slip through, but she also knows I don’t have the patience for remarks like that so she doesn’t bring it up most of the time.

Do you think that surveys are a huge waste of time? I personally don’t think so. Any activity that helps me relax and gather my thoughts isn’t something I’d call a waste of time.

Are you wearing a hoodie today? No. I would hate to be wearing a hoodie right now lmao, I’d be too miserable in the heat.

Did you sleep alone the last two nights? Yes.

You’re single, right? Yups.

How long was your last phone conversation you had? It lasted like 10 seconds because when I picked up, their signal was very choppy and his voice wasn’t getting through at all.

Who was it with? A delivery rider who sent me a package that Bea apparently arranged for me :’) It has all my favorite Korean snacks and goodies and she even included a cup sleeve of Jin from BTS cos she knows he’s my favorite :(((((

What was it about? Like I said, I never got to talk to him on the phone because his signal was poor, though he probably called to ask for directions. He eventually got to my house.

Excited for anything? Binge-watching Run BTS and Bon Voyage all weekend, and digging into the Frankie’s order I got for delivery tonight.

Got laid last night, didn’t you? Nope.

Do you have drama in your life? Kind of at the moment, but it’s something I couldn’t give less of a shit about so I’m not even getting into it lmao. What’s something you really want right now, be honest? To be able to get out of the house and get my cafe visits on weekends back.

As of this minute, what is going through your mind? That these instant noodles I’m eating are really spicy.

Have you laughed until you cried? Many times.

What are you listening to right now? I can hear a neighbor’s dog barking every now and then and a few airconditioners in the neighborhood whirring.

What color are your shoes? I’m not wearing any right now, but most of my shoes are white anyway.

Can you crack your neck? Nope.

What is the last thing you drank? I took a sip from my banana milk right after I had a forkful of my noodles. Too spicy hahaha.

Where would I have found you last night at 11pm? I was cuddling with Kimi in bed while watching Bon Voyage.

What’s your plans for next Friday? So, tomorrow? Just watch a shit ton of BTS videos since they’re my latest obsession.

Does anyone hate you? Possibly.

Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the person you like? Erm, don’t really like anyone at the moment. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? No.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now? Probably to the nearest McDonald’s or 7-Eleven, but I wouldn’t go out to the mall altogether with what I’m wearing.

Who will you be sleeping with tonight? Just meeee.

Is there anyone you wouldn’t mind punching in the face now? Not in particular.

What do you have pierced? Just the ears. < Same.

Do you know anyone that smokes weed? A few people.

Where is the person you want right now? I’m not into anyone.

Are you too forgiving? I’m not forgiving in the first place.

Will this weekend be a good one? Continued from last night. I’m just glad I’ll get to relax for three days, but I don’t have any big plans for the weekend that would make it something exciting.

What is your favorite thing about being sick? I don’t think being sick is particularly fun, even if it means skipping school or work...

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do? Many times, which is why I’ve stopped using the phrase, “I’ll never do X.” I always end up doing whatever the thing is at some point.

Are there any people who don’t like you? It’s possible, but I don’t care.

The boy/girl you truly care about needs you at 3am, would you go? Only for my best friends, and maybe close family members. If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? I would get a nose stud or maybe a lip ring.

Do you have any bruises on you? Yeah I have one on my thigh. As usual, I have no idea where it came from.

Are you ticklish? Everywhere.

Ever liked someone who treated you like crap? Yes.

Who do you like right now? BTS? Lmao

What’s the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve dated? A month and a half.

Are you gonna get high later? Nope. I know Andi’s always gonna be around as my ~supplier~ if I ever wanna try it out, but I have no plans to any time soon.

What was the first thing you said when you woke up today? That I wanna take a shower.

Do you blow dry your hair? Only for special occasions when I immediately need my hair styled in a certain way.

Do you look decent when you wake up? Some days, I think so.

Have you ever liked someone older then you? I mean they’re all celebrities, but yeah.

Is it hard to make you laugh? Not at all, I like to laugh.

How late did you stay up last night? Around 3 AM because I was watching Bon Voyage, and also memorizing BTS fanchants hahahahaha HELP

Which is worse for you: being hot, or being cold? I fucking hate being hot.

How many drugs have you done in the last three days? Just the caffeine in my coffee and nicotine in my vape.

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Tumblr was fighting me on the reblog, so I just made a new post. Thank you so much to @spookyboywhump for tagging me in that picrew chain; I went a little overboard and had a lot of fun!

In order, these are Percival, Floyd, Llyr, Hugh, Ray, and Mabel all from my pirate universe. I’m going to go into a bit more detail under a cut because of course I am, you guys know me, so open that up if you want some excited appearance rambles!

Oh hello, welcome to the forbidden Keep Reading land! Glad to have you here. Just gonna do this list style before I start going wild with transitions or something dumb like that.

Percival - Ah, it’s been ages since we’ve seen this man, hasn’t it? If you’ve been around for a good long while, you might remember me doing a drawing of him and Floyd a while back, and details on both of their appearances have definitely shifted since then. This picrew is more accurate, especially in the hairstyle. The color should be warmer and have streaks of blond in it, but otherwise it definitely looks like him to me.

Some more details to note is that no picrew will ever get his eyes right. They should be lighter and lean a little more towards orange with yellow highlights that are especially prominent when he’s using magic. I’m not sure if he has his nose pierced in canon, but he does have his ears pierced and oh yeah those snake earrings were definitely used because of his reputation as The Serpent. And I love snakes a completely normal amount but that’s totally irrelevant definitely not a driving force what?

(fun side note: i was gonna give him the lemon background because he is a sucker for anything acidic and strong, hence his really weird obsession with vinegar that is the only thing he wants to tell  me about himself most days, but then this one looked really pretty so I kept it)

Floyd - We just saw him again if you’ve been keeping up with the Llyr and the Pirates storyline, though this picrew is based more off of his starring role and captivity in Persistence. He doesn’t have piercings in anything we’ve seen so far, but he will canonically get them at some point :D

Other than that, everything’s pretty straightforward. He’s got his collar from Percival, which is technically a more brownish leather and just a little thicker than that, and his eye color should be a little lighter, leaning towards blue-green. Oh, and I gave him a pass on my attempts at kinda realistic clothing because I thought that Floyd would absolutely love this shirt. A shame he isn’t in our time really... I think he would love a lot of funky patterns and stuff in modern fashion. aNYWAYS-

Llyr - My sealy son! I’ve really gotta see if there’s a seal picrew I could use to design his other form lol. But here’s what he’s meant to look like! I think this hairstyle was meant to be used as braids or dreadlocks, but it was the only messy looking one I could find. Because ever since Llyr turned human, his hair has been awfully maintained, and by that I mean Not At All it’s so tangled you couldn’t even pull a brush through it without a good amount of effort. But all the colors are correct here!

If I could very quickly point you in the direction of his cloak, that’s the closest I could get to the way he wears his seal skin when it’s not being taken away from him (*glares at the Offending Individual(s)*). He isn’t wearing a shirt under it because clothes are still super weird feeling to him, and he’d rather go with the bare minimum than feel fabric moving around and clinging to him all day. And he’s being assertive and indignant, because Of Course He Is.

Hugh - Aha, a design! A design for the largely descriptionless bastard man! The hair is pretty accurate for how he wears it currently, though he definitely prefers it shorter than that so it isn’t curling into his face all the time. The color should be darker, closer to a traditional brunette tone, and this picrew is so invalid only because I couldn’t give him the beard that was the only thing I pictured for so long. Hugh has a full chin beard that he also keeps fairly short, but he isn’t able to grow too much of a mustache so that stays as stubble on his upper lip. 

As for physique, he’s definitely a lot more muscley than this picrew allowed him to be. The outfit he has on is definitely close to something he got his first night on Gawain’s ship, though a little more tight fitting than it is in reality. Otherwise, I don’t have too much to say on him! Smarmy grin and half lidded eyes is his signature expression for harassing people, but those eyes open up to look a little more friendly most other times.

Ray - Ahhh my sunshine child, always trying his best! *stares at both of my story wips with him* He’s completely fine, both physically and emotionally! But I digress. Here’s Ray on a classic, happy day! This picrew did such a good job with his hair. Wavy, ending just above his shoulders, and sometimes tied up in a ponytail or bun. This honestly looks so accurate to him and I love it.

A note on his coat that also extends to Percival, this choice isn’t super accurate to his coat? Percival’s should be dark red/magenta and Ray’s should be more of a navy blue/green, and both of them should be more tailored, but these were the closest I could get them. My captains really like their fun coats (except Gawain. He likes to stick to protocol uniforms, which in the Law Abiding Business does not include a fun coat)

Mabel - Last, but certainly not least! Mabel is fantastic and this picrew fits her very very well. That shirt is definitely made of some softer flannel-ish material and she wears it on windier or brisker days. Those stripey shirts are some of her favorite patterns aside from No Pattern. 

Oh and her hair I really had a blast making here. It wasn’t working out at first because there aren’t a whole lot of options, but I thought to have her put it up and then include that little braid bit and with some curly bangs and little loose bits on the side it really came together! Yellow looked cute with her and I didn’t want the beautiful fruit backgrounds to go to waste, so I gave her some lemons because why not. 

Ah and one last note. The only reason y’all aren’t getting a Gawain picrew as well is because 1) even numbers,,,, good,,,,, and actually because 2) he looked absolutely cursed in this picrew and it didn’t represent him quite as well as I’d like. Maybe I’ll doodle him out sometime so you guys can see what he looks like....

Sooo.... yeah.... that was certainly. A Ramble. If you’re still here, I’m so very sorry. I’m going to go get something to eat now. Ah, and everyone I would have tagged has already taken care of this since I took all day, so anyone can go ahead if they’d like.

[poguesofthebau]

Hi! I saw that you were doing OBX ships? If I’m wrong you can ignore this lol. I’m a bi girl, 5 foot 2, green eyes and brown hair that’s shoulder length but I have no clue how to style it so it’s usually up in a bun or ponytail, I guess I’m a little chubbier than average, I want to be a school psychologist and I love swimming, cooking/baking, plants, and dogs, and I laugh when I’m scared or nervous, I love true crime tv and I also love taking photos and making things like bracelets. Thank you!

this is some chaotic writing right here, for which i apologize. wound up being a little more about what your cute ass friendships with the boys would be but like..... my attention span is really small so i kept getting off track but that’s something we all just need to deal with bc it’s above me, luv xx

i ship you with kie!! (honorary mention: the moment jj found out you wanted to be a psychologist, he had you dubbed as his personal therapist. first you thought he was just being an asshole but the more he had you sit down for a ‘session,’ the more serious it felt. that’s how you’d get close with jj, and you would quickly become one of his most trusted advisors)

i can see you growing up with pope as your best friend. you two would’ve just always been in the same classes, since pre-school, and that was apparently enough to make you inseparable. pope would be the first person you ever trusted, and then middle school would happen. for the first time ever, you and pope would be put in different 5th grade classes. however mortifying it was at first, it would lead to you befriending john b in your class, and pope imprinting on jj in theirs. (it was jj and john b’s first year in different classes since 3rd grade when they met, and while jb was just trying to make some new friends in mr. b’s class, jj would not be handling it well across the hall in mrs. redfield’s class. that’s where you and pope, respectively, would come in. kie was in the other 5th grade class, with mr.z.)

soon enough the four of you became one big, infamous friend group in 6th grade when the school made the mistake of wound up putting you all in the same class. conveniently enough, this would also be the first year any of you met kie, who was also in your class. she had a reputation for being essentially unapproachable-- she had a couple of friends that she hung out with on occasion, but she spent most of her time with her family at the restaurant. (idk why but i feel like kie would always beg to be allowed to work at The Wreck when she was young, and mr. c would always cave and let her do registers and maybe take an order or two because damn for an 11-year-old girl she was good at it. at least, better than the 16-year-olds he’d hired from the kook academy who didn’t care about their jobs.) because she seemed to prefer flying solo, none of you pogues ever interacted with kiara during the first few months of the school year. the first time you guys ever had a substitute teacher, though, all hell broke loose in that classroom. kids were standing on desks, and throwing shit, and being the little demonic 11-year-olds that they were. the only people who weren’t really destroying the room were you (as you sat in the back of the room making bracelets), pope (who was reading silently to your left), john b (who was doodling and laughing at the chaos ensuing before his eyes), and jj (who was bickering with you and essentially throwing a temper tantrum because you wouldn’t let him ‘go have fun.’ but ‘no calls home today, jj,’ was all you would say, and he knew you were right). a few seconds after you pulled out a stress ball for jj to entertain himself with, a fifth party would be joining. kiara. “hey,” she’d began, standing before you with a soft smile. “can i do some bracelets with you? i’m kinda sick of the riot.” you’d nod, eyes wide as she sat down across from you. jj both watched the whole thing intently, including your facial expressions, and it registered with him immediately. you had a little crush. initially, he wouldn’t even care enough to confront you about it, or to even talk to the other boys about it. sure, sometimes jj would laugh at the way you absolutely lit up when kie touched your hair, or your arm, or you at all. but, up until 8th grade, he would keep his mouth shut.

part of you would wish he’d said something right away. it would’ve been nice to have one of the boys know your big secret, but you were too paranoid to tell them. you trusted that they would still love you the same, but you didn’t trust that they could keep their mouths shut. regardless of your reasons for not telling them, you found out eventually that jj had known your secret all along. it was during the summer before 8th grade, really, when it happened. jj had been out surfing and scamming and roaming the island all day, and he wanted to crash somewhere other than with luke. so he’d make his way to your window, chucking rocks at it until you caught on and let him up. “something happen with your dad?” you’d ask anxiously as he climbed through the window, scoffing a laugh at your question. “nope. decided i didn’t even wanna give the dude a chance. stopping here for a bit, then i’ll crash at jb’s, i figure.” you nodded, retreating back to your bed before offering him a spot on your floor if he wanted. “nah, i’m good. big john already blew up the air mattress for me.” he’d flop down next to you on the small bed, causing you to chuckle. “so, you comin’ on the boat trip tomorrow? big john’s letting us take out the hms pogue for a while. kie’s supposed to be coming, too.” “what about pope?” he’d shrug, then nod. “yeah, pope’s coming, too.” you’d squint at him, flipping onto your back and sitting up to see him better. he looked at you quizzically, eyebrows raised as he waited. “why did you only tell me that kie was going?” he’d blink a few times, a smirk breaking out on his face soon after. your eyes widened, hands flying up to cover your face as you groaned and jj let out a giggle. “c’mon, dude. you think i didn’t notice your little crush?” you’d groan again, peering at him through your fingers. “how long have you known?” your hands would drop, and panic would rise in your stomach. “wait, you can’t tell her. you know that, right? she’s my best friend. she can’t know.” jj would give you a fuck that face, rolling his eyes at you. “bullshit, dude. i’ve always known, first of all. and, second of all, you should be the one to tell her. tomorrow, before we even get on the boat. just, let ‘er rip, right?” jj was standing from the bed as he spoke, backing toward the window again as you slowly and confusedly followed. “where are you going?” “headed to john b’s. but seriously. tell her. you’re not the only one whose little crush i can see loud and clear.” with that he was slipping out the window and hitting the grass below with a thud. you stuck your head out after him, looking at him incredulously. “you just came here to say you know i like our girl best friend and you know she likes me and then you’re just gonna leave?” jj nodded enthusiastically, shooting you two thumbs up and a bright smile as he began to jog away. “yes! truth’ll set ya free! love you, bye! see you at the wedding tomorrow!” (there was no wedding, but there would certainly be some fireworks.)

[blacktotheblueside]

(Ex) Bobby

Summary: you just ready for bobby tah GO!!!! But he fine so you don’t know...

I was an actress that was challenging myself, I was obsessed with Korean dramas and wanted to play a part in one so my management brought me to South Korea around 3 years ago and in those years I was in a few kdramas, movies and in a public relationship with iKon’s one and only bobby. We’re currently broken up and it has just been released by none other than dispatch themselves, I’m sat with my management discussing how I’m gonna be bombarded with questions about my breakup and how I should handle it. I’m in a new drama as the main female lead and I’m going to be doing a ton of interviews he’s bound to be mentioned in a few.

I sigh as my team lay advice and all sorts. I’m very grateful I’ve been given this opportunity to act in Korea, I learnt the language when I first came and been working on it ever since hence why now I get more parts, this is the first time in one of the main characters. I just wanna focus on work but even while we’re broken up bobby still finds a way to be in my life.

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It’s 4am and my alarm goes off, I have sooo much schedules today. I don’t even try and dose off again like usual, I jump off the bed and get showered before my stylist arrives to dress me for the day...hair dressers, make up artist all that!

I’m dressed in a white baggy tee waiting for *KnockKnockKnock* they’re here.

We went with fresh faced makeup and my curly hair in a sleek low bun. For my outfit I’m wearing black skinny fit trousers and a white see through dress shirt, it’s baggy and it’s hanging off my shoulders teamed with a white bralette, yellow pump heels and yellow studs.

<My Schedule>

Inkigayo actor special mc w/ seo kang jun

Hello counsellor

Happy together foreigners working in korean entrainment

That’s all for today, I’m glad it was all shows where I won’t have to speak about bobby, all fun chatting.

~~~ Inkigayo ~~~

I walk through the corridor to get to my dressing room. I can speak korean but I still get so nervous before a show, I hate messing up! I have to get changed into something less formal, I go with a white dungaree dress with a pink off the shoulder top and pink high top converse. A long glittery chain for a belt and have my curls styled half up in a pony tail and the rest down my back.

I have 10 minutes left so I start making my way to the stage. I say hi at least 100 times on my way no joke, I bump into BTS on the way as the have a new comeback, I remained so calm I’m proud! I see kang Jun and we start chatting, we’ve met before at award shows and other tv shows, he tells me to not be scared and we head out and the crowd cheers!

We finish the show smoothly making me wonder why I was nervous to start with. I say bye to kang Jun and all the acts I see on my way out, bangtan we’re not there so I was a little disappointed I’m a huge fan of them. Next time I guess.

I’ve changed back into my first outfit and I’m on the way to my next schedule... I eat a famous inkigayo sandwich in the car while getting my hair re done and my make up touched up.

~~~ hello counsellor ~~~

I arrive just in time to say hi to all the hosts and guest...we make our way onto the set.

I’m a guest along with jay park and Jeonghan and scoups from svt. The boys show some of there new song. As for me they play a snippet of my new drama. They compliment my Korean a few times and ask about how I came over and started acting here.

Hello counsellor was so fun to shoot I got to role play with jay park on how to overcome an angry wife, I laughed and nearly even cried.

The show ends and I make my way to the car again. I change in the car thank God for tinted windows! I change into dark brown leather skirt and a light brown t shirt tucked in, with khaki sandal heels and earrings. My hair is in a high ponytail with my baby hairs styled (obviously by me)

~~~ happy together ~~~

This is the one I’m more excited for! I’ve always wanted to come on here. I make my way to my dressing room and now I’m already dressed and ready to go I’ve got time to kill, I am going out on a full stomach! I’m on my phone while I’m walking, my Social media all blowing up! I click on twitter to see my mentions all filled with articles of bobby.... curiosity gets the better of me, I see the headline “NETIZENS ARE QUESTIONING WHETHER iKON’S BOBBY AND ACTRESS Y/N ARE REALLY BROKEN UP AFTER BOBBY POSTS PHOTO OF A WOMAN’S SHADOW CAPTIONED WITH Y/N’S MOST FAMOUS LINE.”

I’m in the dressing room and I sit straight down before I fall or even worse get snapped looking at this!

I click the “read more” button and start skimming the article.

The picture is definitely me....what is he doing?! It was when we went on a date late at night near Han river, he snapped my shadow on the floor and the caption written in korean “it’s a butterfly”... omg it was a line from a movie I did, it was one of the highlights of the film as it was the tearjerker.

I don’t have time for this. My manager walks towards me and sits down ‘judging by your face you’ve seen the article.... don’t pay attention! Just go out there and pretend you’ve seen nothing’ he states. I nod slowly and sit there in silence, we broke up like nearly a month ago... why would he post this after not even trying to talk to me. Boys are so weird! I start playing games on my phone to take my mind off this distraction. I look at the time and see if I still have time for a snack bc of nerves, I don’t so I make my way to the couches. I stop and bow to the whole cast and sit on the seat, we’re all making small talk till it starts. In the interview they ask us foreigners about how we first came to Korea, how we learnt the language and first impressions of Korea when we first came. Another black person famous in Korea, Sam from Ghana was there we had so much in common. I laughed so much and we all had so much fun.

We spoke a bit about our work and I explained what my new drama was about and my character. We watched a little snippet again and some bloopers.

‘So y/n we hear you’re now single’ one of the hosts ask. Oh no....ok I’ve got this ‘yeah i am’ I smile acting like this isn’t bothering me at all. ‘Was that your first time dating a korean man?’ I nodded ‘it was’

Oohs and ahhs came from them all ‘so hows it different to guys back home?’ I think for a little bit ‘to be honest there’s not a lot of difference just the language difference I guess’ I say calmly. They nodded in agreement ‘were there any difficulties with the language barrier?’ I sigh to show them how exhausted I was in the beginning ‘oh yes, I couldn’t speak a lot of korean back when we first met. He could speak English though so I was good! But when I met his friends and family....’ I trail off a bit thinking about those times, No focus! ‘I was forced to speak so bit by bit I got better so it was awkward at first but it paid off in the end.... free korean lessons’ i say content with my answer. Sam pipes in ‘oh my I spent so much on korean lessons before I got into my first relationship!’ ‘Should’ve got in a relationship quicker’ I reply. We all laughed at his shocked face.

The show ends with a game where we guess a catchphrase by what the artist is drawing.

After the show me and Sam exchange numbers, he’s too funny to not have as a friend.

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I’m done for the day, I tell my manager I need food or else I’m going to collapse. We get pizza and fries, they drop me off home and I get undressed and ready for bed. I have a day off tomorrow so I planned to stay up late and watch my favourite shows but I’m exhausted. I hear my phone go off and it’s an unfamiliar number.... I pick up ‘hello?’ I hear breathing and just as I’m about to say hello again ‘hey y/n....’ bobby! After being together for so long I know his voice! After we broke up I blocked his number and got back to work... he probably changed it. ‘Hello?!’ Bobby says trying to see if I’m still there. ‘Bobby... what do you want?’ I get straight to the point, he sighs ‘y/n don’t...please... I just wanna see how you are! I watched you today on inkigayo’ is he being foreal? Calling as if we’re best friends catching up at the end of the day. ‘Bobby is there something you want?’ I’m tired ‘I-‘ I cut him off ‘I saw your Ig post, what was that for?’ I question. All I heard was silence, I had to pull the phone to my face so I could see whether the phone call had disconnected.

‘I wanted to talk to you...’ he started I stayed quiet he takes a deep breath ‘y/n I’m not gonna lie and say that this break up has been easy...’ oh no ‘...it really hasn’t! I just want you to give me...’ here he comes!!! ‘...one more chance’ he said it. I don’t know what to do, of course I still love him but we just to in love... so in love that we were just distracting each other from our jobs. ‘I... don’t think that’s the best option right now b’ I say quietly, I’m angry at him for ignoring me for so long and now he wants to pop up in his own time, when it’s convenient for him. ‘...I’m so busy these days... I don’t think I can handle a boyfriend, an ex at that.... right at this moment’ he sighs again, ‘you don’t think I’m busy too?’ He’s frustrated and quite frankly I don’t care ‘Don’t start with me bobby, you broke up with me, ignored me for how long and NOW you want me back?’ I state the facts to him. He groans ‘I know! And it was stupid of me, I made a dumb decision on impulse... and now I regret it every damn day!’

I re ask him ‘why did you upload that picture?’ ‘Because I wanted you to see it and the whole world to see that I’m not giving up on you, on our relationship! I don’t want anyone else’ my heart flutters a little and I hate him and me for being so weak to his sweet words.

‘I’ll think about it’ I tell him. ‘Don’t run and hide from me y/n!’ He says something I was sure I was gonna do ‘I won’t, I just need some time... this is too much for me’

‘I seen the trailer for your new drama.... I’ve been keeping up with you in the media, I’m proud of you’ I hear his smile through his words. I’ve been keeping up with him too, I won’t tell him that though ‘Thanks’ I whisper. After a few moments of silence ‘I’ll let you get to sleep now.... but don’t forget me, take everything I said into consideration.... I really want you back here with me baby’ omg I just want to forget everything and tell him to come here right this minute but that would be dumb. I just settle for a simple ‘ok’ we exchange good nights and I fall asleep really thinking about what’d it be like if we did get back together or were we better off separated.

Part 2 coming soon (black people timing)

[imagethat]

Special Day | V x Reader

More V comfort writing~

The sun was rising and gracing the earth with its soft hues. V slept soundly besides you with an arm rested around your waist. You felt Shadow shift at the front of the bed, always acting as an alarm clock. She stretched out her legs before trying to wiggle between you and V. "Not today." You mumbled softly, the amount of blankets you had piled on just too warm for you to want to leave. She seemed to acknowledge your comment and moved back to her usual spot. She'll bother you again in ten minutes. You felt V stir besides you, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Good morning." He said while reaching a hand over to play with your hair. His voice was deeper in the morning and his hair was messy. Sometimes he'd sleep with his hair in a bun or ponytail to avoid that but not today. He scooted in closer before tucking the blankets back under you both, letting you rest your head on his chest. Your boyfriend was such a calming presence and you adored mornings like these, even if they didn't happen every day. He at the very least tried to have one day like this every week. V pressed a soft kiss onto your head before closing his eyes, reciting only the most lovely of poetry for you. When he had free time, he'd read through sappy romantic poetry just to choose the perfect ones for these mornings. Griffon, despite hating the sappy love stuff, remained silent from his perch on your bed stand. Even the disrespectful little bird cared for you. He'd never tell you though. Shadow let you sleep in longer than usual before finally bothering you two again. You groaned, as if begging for more time. V chuckled before brushing some of your hair behind your ear, giving your cheek a soft kiss. "I'll go make breakfast." He said before getting up, being careful not to let too much cold air under the blanket. You pouted at him as he left. Shadow slowly moved into his place and you scratched behind her ears. When you knew your time was up, she licked your face causing you to giggle and mutter gross. Her weight is undeniable as she nudges you towards the edge of the bed. One time, when you didn't know what she was doing, she had pushed you off the bed Lion King style. You took this warning though and finally got up. You could smell the food before you had even opened the door. Your stomach let out a quiet growl as you made your way to sit at the counter. V looked so beautiful in the morning light, you couldn't help but stare. Griffon and Shadow came out of the bedroom and waited expectantly besides you. "Demon birds can't have waffles." You teased and he hissed back at you. "Well don't tell him." Griffon replied. "Are you to infer that I don't know what my own pet can and can't eat?" V mused. "No no, you've been a lovely… blegh… owner… blegh." Griffon hacked out, hating to refer to V as an owner. V just pointed the end of the spatual at him, mouthing no waffles, before returning his attention to what he was cooking. Griffon slowly scooted towards you and leaned in. "So like you gonna give me some of the goods or what?" He whispered and you placed your head on your hand. Pretending to think about it. "I'm a cool electricity bird that has been your friend forever. You wouldn't leave a friend hanging would you???" He asked and you pretended to think harder about it. "Ima starve." He added dramatically, pretending to be weak. V moved Griffon back from you gently and placed your plate down in front of you. "Thanks." You said. V leaned across the counter and gave you a quick kiss before dishing himself some food. Shadow licked your leg and while V was distracted you handed her down a piece of bacon. "What! Hey!" Griffon demanded, making a big fuss about it. You gave him a little bit of hash browns while V took his seat next to you. After breakfast the two of you got ready and headed out. The first stop was a library, V's personally choice. You waved to the two women behind the counter when you entered and followed V to the poetry section. His eyes scanned across the many book bindings, searching for something specifically but you couldn't tell what. After he found it and you chose a book the two of you checked out and left. You could feel yourself getting excited with each step. Next stop, your favorite cafe. Even the streets on your walk were familiar from all the times you had gone there. Looking in through the all glass windows, there was only a few people. Which is how you liked it. You stopped by either before or after rush hours so you could relax without the huge crowds of people this Cafe drew in with its pleasant atmosphere, good food, and even better staff. "Welcome in!" One of the staff members called out. "You can just take a seat." She added while disappearing into the back to get your orders ready. V and you took a seat by the window and he handed you his notebook. It was one only you were allowed to read, filled with his personal writing. You read through his new works and squeaked in surprise as a girl loudly sat down in the chair next to you. She had a punk haircut only she could pull off and a fiery attitude to match it. "We finally got the printouts for this months events~" She sang, trying to get you interested. Her name was 'Nebula' in the cafe, but only she called herself that. Most called her Nel for short. "And what might we have to do to obtain such a thing?" V mused, playing along with whatever game she clearly had in mind. "Okay!" She said excitedly. "I'm going to think of a number between one and ten! Guess the number." She said and you pondered your answer for a moment. "Negative 1." You said and she pouted. "N-no fair! You have mind powers or something." She whined and you just made a hand motion. She coughed up the paper and pouted before pointing at the paper. Already having gained back her fiery spirit. "There is a poetry reading happening on the 13th! You should come! Oh oh oh! And a jug band is playing on the 19th!" She exclaimed. "A…. Jug band?" You asked, whatever that was you had never heard of it. She nodded enthusiastically. "Just come! Oh! And on the 15th a famous witch is coming to read free fortunes!!!" She said, clearly excited for that event. You had to wonder if she'd ever figure out the man beside her was a part demon or that you were a witch. "I'll make room for that one." You admitted and she squealed happily. The girl who was at the counter originally brought out your standard orders and gave Nel a teasing smirk. "It's not break right now you know." She said and Nel scratched her cheek. "W-well I'm just letting these customers know about our upcoming events." She replied meekly. The girl who greeted you when you came in is Delvin, the manager. She's kind but not without a backbone. You clasped your hands together and pouted up at her. Delvin sighed and gave Nel a quick flick on the forehead. A warning. Before returning to her work. Everyone at this cafe is like a big family and it melts your heart. Nel quickly returned to explaining the upcoming events. V took interest in a few and made a mental note of the ones you seemed excited for. Shortly after Nel was forced to go back to work by Gavin, one of the other workers. He was newer, and a bit shy but still fun to talk to. After you and V finished your drinks, you decided to go to a park together since you still had plenty of time left in the day. The trees here were still recovering from the relentless attack the Quipoth had done. It made you sad to see the earth so disrupted. You bit your lip nervously and V could already tell what you were thinking. "It's you day off, best not use too much energy." He commented. Your mind was already made up though. "Make sure nobody sees me." You quickly said before dashing off deeper into the park. He signed with a smile and watched you leave. This wouldn't be too strenuous. Once you were in the middle of the park you breathed in deeply then crouched down. Drawing a circle with your hands your recited the healing invocation you had learned so long ago. You channeled all of your thoughts into the earth through your fingers. Your body felt warm for a moment and you could feel your essence connect wholly with the earth as it accepted your gift. When you opened your eyes the trees, plants, and even grass looked much better. But admittedly, you felt a bit tired. It was worth it though. You got up carefully and made your way back to V who was leaned against a tree reading. He closed his book and stowed it away when he noticed you coming towards him. He checked you over before placing his hands softly on your cheeks, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. "Are you alright?" He asked worriedly. Your eyes had shifted down a shade in hue, which was normal when you used your magic. "I'm fine." You assured while placing your hands on top of his. He nodded softly, still worried, and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Would you like to go home?" He asked and you nodded softly. "Only if we can spend the rest of the day being lazy." You replied, which he chuckled at. "As you wish." He mused happily. The rest of the day was spent wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, V reading poetry to you. Shadow laid on your legs and Griffon sat on the coffee table with a pillow underneath him and a blanket wrapped around him. You soaked up every moment of this peaceful day.

[har-rison-s]

Tiny Dancer - Five

A/N: Hope whoever's reading this is enjoying it. Personally, 40s Bucky is so sdnfsjfh cute, I can't. I try to write him as good and accurate as possible. English isn't my first language, so squint your eyes for any grammar mistakes/misspelling. Happy reading!

This is getting a little hard to write now. I hadn't calculated what writing this all out means.

The funeral was arranged by... someone, I don't know, I took the first company that came my way, I didn't really want anything to do with it. My father's death. If only I had any other relatives, except for my dad's brother who I rarely met, who could settle this all instead of me. 

My heritage had been confirmed. I had gained not only money from my father, but also his place in the family company. He produced musical instruments - guitars, violins, microphones, etc. And now I got his role - the owner - in it. I was somehow delighted for the first time since his death. I had the hands to do anything I wanted to. 

I actually still own the company, and I’m trying to change my employeés every time I change a city to live in. They never want to leave, and I know why, I perfectly understand. The money's good, you get bonus gifts and even failed-to-finish musical instruments and parts of them, everyone's nice to each other and the boss (me) is the best boss you could wish for. But it's crucial every few years. I could never tell anyone my secret, God knows what would happen. No one, absolutely no one, can know about my true nature and... fate, I guess. Forbidden.

I'm not even the front-woman of my father's and my company. It's my secretary. A woman who was born in 1920 and has been my secretary since I was... back from HYDRA, totally back. It was around the fourties, I think? Anyway...

Our house was empty since my father died. 

Silent. I hated it. I hated silence, always have. And it became my daily companion. Soon after I got so irritated and angry that I bought a radio, and I turned it on everytime I was home, or home alone, at that. I wasn’t exactly satisfied with what the programmes were giving me in terms of music, but as a silence-repellent, it worked very well.

Sixteen, owning a company, a house, attending school, dancing ballet in operas and living in a house alone. Mother died at giving birth, and father committed suicide, no other relatives known. Quite the package, wasn’t I? And to be alone in my pain and burdens was not easy to live with. Horrible to bear it.

I offered Steve to live in my house with me, so he nor I would live alone. I hated coming home to nobody, no one, nobody making any noise. When my father was around, he wasn’t making that much noise, but at least there was a sense of life in the house. And Steve was all alone too, no sisters or brothers and both his parents gone. Just like me. But Steve wouldn’t take up my offer. I asked him why.

“You’re living alone, too.” I say to him softly. We’re sitting on a park bench in the sunlight, still shining in September. We're glad it is, neither of us really miss the crispy winter air and coldness. Summer has been—in weather terms—very kind to us, blessed us with some days of joy at the seaside or Coney Island. 

Currently James is off to get us all ice cream. It's not quite the temperature for ice cream now, but where we are sitting, it feels like you're on a frying pan. And we'll be sitting here for a long time, at least until the sun sets. 

“Why wouldn’t you want to move in? It’s lonely.” I admit. “For the both of us.”

Steve sighs. “I’m certainly not the one you should be choosing to substitute your loneliness with.” He says and looks up at me with a faint smile. I give him one in return before looking down, realising what he means.

“Yeah, you’re right.” I admit. “But if I spend all my time with him, I will get tired of James, won’t I? And where would be the fun in that? I'd just get sick to my stomach if I have to see his face every morning that I wake up.”

We both chuckle. I'm joking, of course, and I think we're both laughing at the joke and the possibility of me getting sick of Bucky. That's where me and Steve meet. Humor. And, in later years, I found that motivational speaking was also a common thing for the both of us. 

“I bet.” He replies. “But I can’t move into your house.” The skinny teen shakes his head, looking down. “I don’t have any money to pay my half of the rent with.”

I roll my eyes in no seriousness and push his shoulder gently. Only slightly, cause I'm afraid if I push too hard, the fellow will just fall off the bench. “You won’t have to, Steve.” I say, leaning closer to him and searching his deep eyes. “The house was bought long ago, we don’t pay rent. Never have.” I state. Steve lets out an inaudible sigh, he knows I'm right and he should agree. “What is it, really? What’s the reason you won’t take my offer?” I ask, leaning back onto the wooden bench. It's already heated up from the few seconds my back wasn't leaning against it. “It’s the least I can do to help you. What if the neighbours find out you’re not eighteen? They’ll call the police and take you to a children’s home, what will you do then?” 

Steve hangs his head low. “Don’t do that, Scarlett.” He says. “That’s… That's emotional blackmail.” I can’t help but laugh at his use of words to describe my helpful offer. 

“No, it’s not!” I defend myself. “I’m trying to help you. Please, take my offer. I will feel hopeless otherwise. And rejected.” I show him fake puppy eyes and Steve only pushes me away.

Steve shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Scarlett.” He says finally and looks up at me. “I won’t do it. You can’t make me.”

I huff and watch his eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes are sincere and true. Steve doesn’t lie. He’s always true to everyone, even if it hurts. This time ain’t no exception. He’s too good for his own good. And I understand why he won’t take my offer. It wouldn’t feel right. 

”Now, now, Stevie,” we hear Bucky's voice coming from the direction he disappeared into. We turn our heads to see him now with three ice cream ones in his hands instead of empty ones, “don't you go flirting with my girl.” 

I smile at him, taking the vanilla cone from his hand and trying not to be too obvious with the heat tainting my cheeks because of his nickname. My girl. Steve takes his ice cream from James, though the bigger boy challenges his friend a bit first. Steve gives him quite a sorry look and Bucky gives in, letting Steve take the cone.

”It's never too late to try.” Steve jokingly replies to his best friend and all of us laugh warm-heartedly. I try to think of something I could say while we admire and start to dig into our ice creams.

”Actually, you know what, James?” I start to say and he looks at me with raised eyebrows and a light brown brush on his nose. It made me giggle, but I didn't tell him until the very end of the evening that he had mushed his nose into his chocolate ice cream, “I'm gonna have to think our relationship over. Steve's quite the competition.” I say and raise my eyebrows, licking my ice cream. 

The two boys glance between each other, trying to understand if I'm serious or not—since I said it so matter-of-factly that anyone could believe I truly meant those words. But when a snort comes out of my mouth, they know I can't hold back laughing and so we all do. We laugh for such a long time that our stomachs start to hurt and our ice cream has almost melted completely.

Steve was really a righteous person. Never bended to anyone’s will, suffered even if he has a chance not to. What a weirdo, I thought when I first realised it. I was about eleven that time. Why wouldn’t you run from trouble? He was too self-righteous, I guess, never gave up on anything he thought was the right thing to do. He took pride in what he did, never realised that getting beat up in almost every Brooklyn alley wasn't a success. But, I liked his bravery and always admired the not giving up and standing his ground. Always thought that I lacked of those. 

Getting ready for my father’s funeral was no fun at all. I never liked wearing black clothes. They just felt heavy and I felt like they dragged me down. The colour is still dreadful to me. I like soft and light colours, flowery themes, all of that. I always dress that way, blouses, skirts and dresses. But black has never been my style.

I had one, the only one. A black dress with lace all over. It had sparkles, here and there because of the thirties fashion. It was uncomfortable. I mean, the fabric was alright and it wasn’t uncomfortably tighter anywhere. But it was just the porpose of the dress that made me uncomfortable.

My father’s funeral. And funerals in general. I promised myself then that this would be the only funeral I attend until my own. Who knows now if that will ever come around…

I hadn't decided what to do with my hair. Although there was this one hairstyle my classmate was wearing that I thought would be so beautiful with my own hair. She told me how to do it, and I wanted to make it someday for a special occasion. And I did. It was mine and James' first date. And then... when my father's funeral came around, I didn't know what to do with my hair.

I didn't want to leave it free-falling as I usually do, because, well, that's what I usually do. I didn't want to make a ponytail cause that wasn't the fashion then and it would be too casual. Braids... I thought about that. But eventually, at the last moment, I didn't have any other options except the hairstyle of the first date. I really didn't want to make it, because it used to remind me of such beautiful memories and moments and now it would only remind me of grief and death. So I changed it up a little.

Originally, you have to make at least two braids in your hair and then twirl them together and tie them down to the top of your head to make a nest? A bun? But I didn't put it on the top of my head. I put it very low, just where my hair ends. And to me, that made all the difference.

I'm looking at myself in the mirror too much. It's actually something that I never do, mirrors are just for quick check-ups or fashion shows with myself. I don't spend more than five minutes looking at myself in the mirror. 

I’m tugging on the dress everywhere my fingers get to, and it’s unnessecary. The fabric will soon be unusable, stretched and pulled at places. I’m fidgeting. Nervous. Not what I am, not what I'm supposed to be. My shoulders are supposed to be higher, my back more straight than it usually is, chin up and a smile on face. God, I can't do that today, I can't smile. I just... have to survive this one day, I have to be strong. 

The dress looks fine, honestly. If I'd look objectively at it, I'd notice that there's nothing wrong with it, no glitters have fallen off, not one spot looks stretched out. But the dress would look much better untouched, hanging in the closet.

I try to touch up my hair even though it doesn't need touching up. And suddenly the most important pin slips out of the hair bunch on my head and all the others follow suit. It was the last one I put in that held together each previous pin. And now everything's ruined, my hairstyle is falling out. I should have secured everything a bit more strongly. I shouldn't have touched my hair at all... 

I’m gasping as I try to save it all, twisting and turning in a squatting position in front of my mirror. The pins are falling behind me and the twisting around is making em very uncomfortable. My hands are flying all around me to gather the pins but I can’t see them on the dark floor. I let out a loud whimper of despair as I fall down on my bum, and can't help but start to cry. Oh, I hate crying.

“Scarlett?” The door of my room opens and James slips through. His eyes search for me in the room, but he can’t spot me in the far end of my room, behind my bed, actually having a panic attack on the floor in front of my mirror. But once he hears my whimpers and sobs of sadness, he spots me and rushes over.

James is wearing a nice, dark suit. He looks lovely, the complete opposite of me. His hair is pushed back with the help of some gel, but as he bends down to my level, strands of it start to fall out. To me, it looks better and I even want to stop his hand that pushes the fallen strands back in place.

I think of how I look before him now. I have probably cried all my mascara off and it’s running down my cheeks, blended with tears, looking like black, horrid rivers. My hair is a mess, I’ve lost all my pins and I think the heels of my shoes are starting to break. My face is pulled into a scowl because of crying.

“Scarlett.” His soothing voice speaks. I cry harder and he sits down next to me, puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer. “What's wrong, doll?” He asks in such a soothing voice, it almost makes me cry harder. 

“I-I can’t do it. I can't go out there.” I say between cries. “Everything's ruined. My makeup is completely ruined.” I state. At that, James chuckles. 

“That thing don’t matter.” He replies. “We can clean it off.”

“No, I have to have it on.” I protest. “I already put it on for this day and I can’t just leave my face like it is.” James huffs and stands back to his feet and helps me do the same. I lean up again on my wobbly knees and he immediately helps me find balance - one hand on my waist, the other holding my hand. Just like dancing.

“Darlin’, when I tell you that you don’t need that, you listen to me.” James says in a serious tone of voice. He's tipped his head down a bit, looking at me through his lashes. “It’s your father’s funeral day. Everybody already knows how much you're hurt inside, and covering that up with something fabricated is worse. Nobody will even care how you look today. It’s only normal if you look like you’ve cried for weeks.”

His words make sense to me. I don’t hear myself histerically crying anymore, and I'm not breathing rapidly, either. I don’t really know what to say to him, but then my voice speaks before I can come up with words. 

“What about my hair?” I ask. “I’ve… I’ve lost all my hair pins on the floor, and I had such a beautiful hairstyle and now I don’t know how to do it again and—“ My breaths start to pick up their pace again.

“Scarlett, it's alright.” James stops me. “Your hair is beautiful, look,” he takes a strand that's fallen over my shoulder and raises it up so I can see it, “you have the most beautiful hair in New York, and in the world, I'm sure. Look at the waves, look at how it's curled from the braiding.” There's a hopeful smile on his features and it makes my lip quiver. How do I deserve this? “I can take out all the otha' pins and you'll go with your hair like it is.”

"But I had such a beautiful hairstyle, I have to make it again, it was—”

“Almost the one you had on our date, yes, I know.” James nods and I look at him. He really remembers? “It's alright, doll, you can make it tomorrow and the day after and for the rest of your life. But you can forget about it now, alright?” His eyes ask the question, as well. “And you are in no state to clean your own face. I’ll do it for you.”

So he sat me down on my bathroom counter and cleaned my ugly mascara off. I didn’t speak while he did, and I didn’t feel like I should have spoken. Who knows what I was supposed to do then.

James takes one of the small white towels I leave in my bathroom cabinet and wettens it with water. I watch his hands as they come up to my cheeks and then my eyes divert to his. He'd never helped me in such a feminine way before. And I was so glad that he was the one cleaning my face.

His eyes showed such determination. And his hands were soft, his movements were slow and gentle, his touch was caring. I wouldn't have touched my face like that. I would've rushed it all, practically beaten my cheeks and left them in a splotchy red color. But James was much more gentle and careful with my skin, since it wasn't his. I guess everyone's much more careful with what isn't theirs. Maybe most people.

He gives my cheeks and eyelids one last petting with the warm cloth and retracts from me, washing the towel. James leaves it on the surface so it can dry easier and turns back to me. “How are you feeling?” He whispers to me, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I lean into his touch willingly, my eyes closing. I can't really give him an answer. I don't know how I feel, to be honest. “Do you want some water? Water with sugar?” He suggests and I shake my head. 

I reach out to his hand with mine and he lets me pull him closer to me. James looks in my eyes as if asking something, and I only nod. That something was to kiss me. And so he does. And it's slow and gentle and just... calming. Just what I needed. And I feel like doing it forever. 

He lays kisses on both my reddened cheeks and then returns to my lips and then presses a kiss to the very tip of my nose. I giggle, I actually do, and he draws back from me quick enough to catch a glimpse of my smile.

“There's that smile I was looking for.” James tells me and laughs, his whole face lights up with love and warmth and achievement, as well. It's what he was going for - making me smile. I love that about him. 

My arms wrap around his neck and his hold me close by my waist when I let my head fall against his chest. I could fall asleep in this position, and I want to badly. But I have to go out and honor my father in front of people I mostly don't know. His old friends and colleagues. 

I hope to find people I know, or should know. Any relatives I haven't had the chance to meet, maybe? A long-lost sister or cousin? I have to do this, and I can. So I let Bucky help me get off the bathroom counter and put on more comfortable shoes and go out. He walks with me.

What an angel he was. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that he was there, with me, helping me and talking to me. No matter what had happened, James knew what to say. Was there, whatever the situation. Just like he was for Steve. Bucky was our angel. I didn’t think I deserved an angel. Not even now. Although I wish that I had one, either by my side or watching over me.

I don’t know, maybe it’s because he’s always had both parents and three siblings. Maybe that's the reason he was so good to us. He knew how to take care of people, he knew what to say at the right moments. And he hadn't even studied psychology at any point in his life. Now I really can't guess why he was such an emotionally intelligent person. But I guess the family life and experience from it gave him a lot. 

I trusted him to be there for me always, maybe I trusted too much, was asking too much of him. But he never let me down. He always came when I called. And I also wondered how he always had time for everything, for everyone. His family, Steve, school, me, and occasional work. He was perfect in everything. 

And what we had was perfect - the relationship, the remaining friendship between us both and Steve. My life was as perfect as our relationship, despite my father being gone, and I thought it would never end. And it didn't, until right after the funeral. 

My speech was alright. Of course I teared up, and I hated it, I still hate it. I hate crying in front of other people, no matter who they are and if they understand or not. I don’t like being seen vulnerable in the eyes of many. But well, that day… was quite the exception. There were many excuses of why I was crying, and people I didn't even know comforted me (James, of course, outed them), but I still hated it.

I didn't even know half the people that showed up to my father’s funeral and voiced their greatest condolences to me. Not one friendly or familiar face that I had seen. Everyone spoke to me after the ceremony and before the ‘feast’. I think there were a hundred people, in total. 

A while later I found out that the folks I didn’t know were my dad’s colleagues and associates from work, his friends. There were also some of my mom’s friends who I’d never met. They came to talk to me, propose some options about living spaces, offer anything they could. They'd also tell me about my mom, things about her I'd never heard from my dad. They made me even more sad.

“I’m s-sorry, it’s been a… quite a hard day.” I say between sobs. I’m cleaning off my tears with a handkerchief and I feel someone walk up to me from the left. From the grip of their hand on my shoulder I immediately know it’s James. Millie looks at him as I turn my body into his, and Bucky's arms come up around me. My tears wetten his blazer. Weak, I am weak.

“No, I have to apologise. I didn’t mean to sadden you, that was not my intention at all.” Millie says. She’s one of mom’s old friends or best friend, in her words. I have many questions yet to ask her. For example, why did she never visit me or my dad? Why did I never know her?

“What happened?” James asks softly, looking between me and Millie. I sigh.

“This is Millie, one of mother’s friends. Millie, this is James, my, uh, my boyfriend.” i introduce them to each other. “Millie just told me a few things about my mother.” I say and smile at her warmly. My tears are gone, but they’re not far from coming back, either. 

“Oh, I see.” James says and smiles at Millie. “Nice to meet you, even under these drastic measures.” He says and Millie extends her arm towards him, wanting to shake his. But James turns it and places a kiss on her palm. Both me and Millie chuckle. “That’s the right look, princess.” James says to me, cradling the side of my face in his hand gently. I blush slightly and lean into his chest even further.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two.” Millie says. “Bye, love. Take care.” She says, wavering her fingers at us. I wave back and she smiles before walking away, her shoes clicking against the ground as she does.

I also met my father’s parents, which I had never before met in my life. I didn’t know I was missing them until I met them. They were sorry that they hadn't met me before, but explained it as 'difficult family matters' being the reason why. 

Grandmother asked me about the house and I told her I lived alone. At first she was totally against me living completely alone and wanted me to come live with them, in Chicago. But I couldn't yet trust her so well. I couldn't abandon the life I have here, either. Then she sufficed with telling me that if I ever needed anything, anything at all, they’d be there to help and support me. I told her thank you. 

I know you're probably asking why I never offered James to live with me. I should have, oh, I should have. But he had a family he had to take care of. He couldn't just leave them all alone. We joked about bringing them all to live in my house. Well, a joke it was from James, not from me. I gave the thought a lot of seriousness. Later on, years after, we, well, actually, it was only me who decided that Bucky and his family would live in the house. It's big, like a mansion, his little brother had said. “It's a princess palace!” Lizzie, his sister told me when they all arrived.

I guess the mundainity and obviousness of James having a busy family life was the reason why I never offered him to live with me. His family is very important to him, in his case, blood was thicker than water. He always told me stories about his siblings and parents and I could see how much he cared for them. Other families/people wouldn't go the length he did for their families and relatives. 

He was quite the opposite of me, actually, just like Steve. We had both lost our parents now and never had a sibling. Completely alone, used to loneliness. But Bucky had it all - friends and family. Nor me nor Steve can say that we didn't have friends, because we did. He had me and Bucky, and I had him and Bucky. But there was always something missing from both our lives. And family gives you most in life, it shapes you as a person, teaches you a lot and gives you knowledge and experience that nothing else could.

I thought I saw my father’s younger brother sneaking around the funeral, too. Now, of course, I know it was him for sure. Then, I didn't remember precisely what he looked like.

I didn’t know him very well. I only knew his name - Robert. I had seen him with my father occasionally when I was younger. I didn’t know who he was, what he worked as or why he was detached from his own family. It was what my father had told me, he had also told me that he and Robert didn’t share the same mother, Robert had german blood in him. I'm not sure now, he looks similar to my grandmother. Or maybe I'm just rying to convince myself they're not step-brothers...

I was never curious to find out who he was and what he had as a job or… profession, if I could count it as a profession now. He didn't seem the family I wanted to have. I may seem arrogant to you by this statement, but he didn't seem the right guy. My grandparents - yes, maybe, but not Robert.

Many people had left me gifts which were a little hard to carry, so me and James called a taxi for each of us to get the gifts back to my house. They all barely fit inside the two cars which really surprised me. Why had people bought me so many gifts? I didn’t need that many things, I needed nothing at all except for my father, the leading figure in my life.

James stayed over that night. It was the first night ever that he stayed at my house. I had been to his house many times before then and stayed a couple. It was a lovely atmosphere there, in their household, with the three siblings still living there and his parents rushing around so everything would be nice and comfortable. Especially when I was around, but it seemed a bit excessive to me. I could tell they wanted to make a nice impression of themselves on me, but I never needed nor wanted one. I liked them already because they were good and caring people, very much like James himself. And they were the ones that gave James to this world.

We laid in my bed awake for many hours that night, could be until the clock hit two or three. I couldn’t sleep and, because James didn't want me to be alone, he didn't sleep, either. To keep me company. But I knew he secretly wanted to sleep because he was quite the heavy sleeper back then.

We talked a little here and there, but mostly there was silence between us. Only the gear wheels in my head turning slowly and heavily, with such resistance. I was thinking hard about everything, trying to decide something, at least. Something to say.

For once, I liked silence a little more than I usually do. I liked silence when I was with James. Neither of us speaking, only breathing and listening to each other's heartbeat. His arm around me, hand caressing my hair and his chest under my hand and beneath my ear so that I could hear his heartbeat. Well, maybe it wasn’t complete silence, after all. Hearing his heartbeat gave me comfort and inner peace. It was something I could listen to all my life, those steady beats of the heart I desire still against my ear drums.

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Vintage

Synopsis: You comeback from a mission to attend Tony and Pepper’s wedding, only to see your ex, Bucky who you’ve not been together with for a year and the two of you haven’t exactly moved on yet.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 8k (I know, its insane)

A/N: This is a one-shot, I’ve been inspired to write as I listened to some of the songs I’ll squish in linking them in (>). If you see that symbol and you wanted to hear what song I was listening to when I wrote that part, click right on it! If you want it all compiled, here’s the playlist.

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Running late as ever, I’ve just gotten to the hotel suite where everyone’s halfway through getting done putting on hair and makeup. It’s the morning of Pepper and Tony’s wedding, and we are all gushing at how beautiful she looks. Her hair pulled up, and her makeup still on an ongoing meticulous process, while Wanda’s struggling with what lipstick to wear and Nat searching through the hangers to find which dress is for which bride’s maid. When she spots me by the door seemingly lost and pretty disheveled, she pulls me and we start walking towards one of the vanity mirrors.

“Don’t look at me like that! Traffic was pretty bad,” that’s the excuse I give her, which is not exactly a valid one since I came in a quinjet. It’s been a year since I’ve slept at the tower. I was assigned on a mission that necessarily didn’t mean going home for a few months, I didn’t realize it would take me a year before I got it done. And even when I did finish it, I still didn’t go home, explained how there were still possible threats lurking around. Well, there will always be threats everywhere, but there was a different threat I was trying to avoid at the tower, something personal, and nothing bad happened while I was gone that was too bad for them to need my help. For once, we all had a laid back- I wouldn’t say normal, but a bit of peace in our lives. After reversing the effects of Thanos’ snap, life however traumatizing the events were, went on. And It’s been 4 years since that happened, we’re just all happy Tony and Pepper finally are getting married, it’s been years. Everything may go to shit, but they always find a way around it. I hope we did too, but that’s life, we don’t always get what we want.

“If you came home yesterday, we would’ve all started getting ready together!” Nat’s really pissed at me, but I give her my best puppy dog eyes and hug her really tight having not seen each other for a year other than on each other’s phone screens, she gives in but still smacks my arm.

“Hey!”

“You’re still late”

“I’m not, look, you guys aren’t even done with your hair yet,” we pass by Pepper I give her a quick peck on the cheek and congratulate her. “Wedding hasn’t even started yet,” she replies.

“I doubt Tony will let you out of his sight on your special day,” she gives me a huge smile and the makeup artist continues with her work.

“Wanda! I’ve missed you!” I greet her when we get to the table with an excessive amount of makeup scattered on top of it, and her just finished putting on a scarlet red lipstick standing up as soon as she hears me. “That is definitely your color.”

“I know, right? I’ve missed you too! It’s been so long.” We hug so tight and jump like grade-schoolers. We stop when we hear Nat cough behind us. I give her a toothy grin and immediately put my bag down and started getting ready too. We had different styled gowns but all in the same color- pale pink.  I’ve forgotten how it feels like to wear one, all I’ve been wearing were civilian clothes or my suit while I was undercover, this felt nice. Wanda’s gown was off-shouldered, while Nat’s was a beautiful tube, mine was a halter that crossed and hugged my neck. I’ve never been comfortable showing my collarbone, everyone else knew, but only he knew why.

I put my hair in a tight ponytail with my hair straight snaking long behind my back, ending just above my waist. I’ve sported a very light makeup look, with a nude lip and gold eyeshadow, and maybe a ton of highlighter, I’ve never heard of it but it’s something I’ve come to immediately adore, it makes the tan I’ve gotten from being on the field look godly. Wanda let me borrow her hoop earrings to which I first declined, thinking my piercings probably healed and closed from not wearing any jewelry in such a long time, but I was surprised when she put in on with ease. Forty-five minutes before the wedding, Pepper gets called by the planner for a photo shoot before the ceremony, and has left the three of us updating each other on the past year’s escapades. As I was trying to find where else I could put highlighter on my body, my ear perks up at Wanda’s words.

“I hope Vision wore the tie I picked out! I told him he should if he wanted the both of us to look good walking at the aisle,” walking? At the aisle? Are they getting married too?

“I thought the bride only gets to walk the aisle?” I say very confused.

“The groom’s men and the bridesmaids walk the aisle first then stop before the altar to wait for the bride,” Natasha replies as a matter of fact “ever been to a wedding before, Y/N?” My eyes grow wide at her response.

“Uhm what?” it took them a moment to realize the reason behind the worry flooding my face.

“I thought you guys ended on good terms?” Wanda asks. Honey, no break up is amicable, at least ours wasn’t. We were on a brink of collapsing, and we ended it before things got worse, before it affected any mission, we thought it was the best decision to make. But all I could remember from the night that happened was me asking if this was really what he wanted to do, and him not having a clear answer, and all of a sudden, we just weren’t us anymore. We still got along, but the moment Wakanda needed one of us for help, I took the opportunity and left.

“We did, I just- didn’t know about this part… of the wedding,” I tried to spur an excuse, but I didn’t want to seem bitter. “Who’s walking with who?”

“Wanda with Vision, I’m walking with Cap, Sam’s walking with Maria,” my jaw drops.

“Sam and Maria?! Agent Hill, Maria?” I’ve never been so confused in my life.

Natasha continues, a grin plastered on her face, “A lot of things happened while you were gone.”

“You bet,” I say raising my eyebrows in disbelief.

“Then you and Bucky,” Wanda finishes the lineup. I try not to throw up. It’s not that bad, right? It’s been what, a year? And we seemed okay the last time we saw each other, he walked me to one of the quinjets, game me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek before I left. It’s okay, we’ll have to see each other sooner or later, and it’ll be fun. Like old friends reuniting, just like how excited I was when I saw Nat and Wanda… Oh who am I kidding? My stomach is turning. I bite my cheek and nod at the both of them.

“It’s gonna be fine! You two are the coolest people I’ve ever met; you two will get along just fine… again.” She smiles at me pulling my hand for me to stand up. We all look in the mirror and check ourselves for anything we might’ve forgotten and left the suite to get to the venue.

The wedding’s being held on a huge field full of flowers with an old castle standing proudly in the background. It was very intimate, everyone knew everyone, with an exception of some of Pepper’s relatives. But the rest of the avengers greet them with familiarity. They probably have been acquainted while I was gone. Carrying my small bouquet, I look around the place walking to a small fountain where the entrance of a maze makes me catch my breath, this place is amazing, it’s just like a fairy tale. I think of exploring it before everything ensues, moving my head up looking at how tall the green walls must be. There was still ten minutes before the ceremony starts, and I plan on using the last ten minutes getting the last bit of fresh air I could breathe thinking of what to do or say when I see Bucky again.

“You lost?”, my ten minutes just flew out the window. Its him, standing in his baby blue suit, the sunlight hitting his features just right to see his beautiful ocean eyes. A hitch in my breath escapes as I take him in, he was once mine. I smile noticing his hair was sleeked back into a neat bun, he’s always hated not knowing what to do with his hair, but knowing what not to do with it, which is cutting it.

“Is this not the set for my Best Friend’s Wedding?” we both laugh, he loved to hate that movie ever since I’ve begged him to watch it with me. He’s never understood what Jules found in Michael to do these crazy things just to get him back. I argued that I only like the ending of the movie where she loans their song to Michael and Kimmy because they still haven’t found theirs yet and he always says why we can’t just skip it all together to that part, and it’s really just because I liked being with him, and hearing his opinions about how he’d never want me to end up like Jules because he wouldn’t think twice about who he wanted to marry, it will always be me, at least it was me.

“You look amazing, Y/N,” my stomach is doing somersaults.

“Not bad yourself, Sergeant Barnes. I’m loving the man bun,” I say raising my eyebrows twice, joking, as he shyly touches his hair.

“Shut up, how have you been?” lonely and regretful.

“Better than ever, it’s nice to be back. And you?”

“Same here, happy to see you back.” I want to ask him how he’s been sleeping, how he spends the rest of his days when missions aren’t at an abundance, what movies he’s watched without me, has he finished all the books I’ve left him? I want to drop the small talk and ask but we stare at each other like idiots not knowing what to do, and when I see him finally open his mouth to say something, a voice shouts making him close his lips tight.

“Hey old flames! We gotta go, we have a wedding to attend to,” its Sam, waving widely when I nod at him. “Damn, Y/N! I see why Bucky’s all over you. You look good girl!” I shake my head and giggle, his humor making me lose a notch of awkwardness I was feeling from being back around Bucky. I walk before Bucky could offer his arm, as I held my bouquet with my left hand and my dress with my right so I don’t trip. I don’t even look back, I try my best not fall in love with him all over again.

We were lining up at the red carpet, the music played by a live band of course, and I feel so overwhelmed to see everyone again, I couldn’t help but squeal. Steve gave me a tight hug and lifted me off my feet, only to put me back almost immediately realizing we might ruin our attires. We laugh and he nods as he sees Bucky behind me, Steve looks at me one eyebrow cocked up and I roll my eyes. We’re the third pair in the line and as the organizer stands at the side with her signal at the ready, we all link up our arms and I take a moment before I take Bucky’s.

“Just like old times, huh?” He lowers his head and gives me a wink. I finally take it and rub his arm with my thumb. I think to myself, it’s Pepper and Tony’s day, I’m sure Bucky’s not on the same page as me. We’re cool people, we should just enjoy this day and not think of anything else, it’s all in the past. The breakup was inconsequential.

I didn’t realize I was zoning out, so when Bucky lightly pinched my arm I look at him and laugh apologetically. The organizer is motioning towards us for our turn to walk. My hold on his arm tightens as we start marching, it takes him by surprise and he puts his left arm on top of mine, I miss this. We start walking and it feels ethereal, I stare at the altar and bite my lips, this felt perfect, I shake my head slowly as I push the thought away. The choir sings heavenly as we stride and I smile as I look up at Bucky and see that he’s beaming. The pathway feels miles long, and I don’t complain, I want it to go on forever. It feels like paradise in his arms with the flowers lined up on the floor, the glare of the sun illuminates the both of us perfectly, I thank the inventor of highlighters, I feel like the goddess that I am.

I’ve always felt alone on earth, I didn’t know which planet I belonged to, when mine was blown into a million specks. I found myself enjoying the austerity of Earth and stayed. Although, I’ve always felt left out seeing couples who have grown old together, with me centuries later remaining the look of a 25-year-old, alone and scared of commitment. Nothing was permanent, it didn’t feel like love when there was no growing old together. And when I’ve met Bucky, deciding I had no other purpose left than to fight for a realm that has been my home for years, I’ve discovered a new reason to continue living. He was my day and I was his night he gave me something to look forward to in the morning, and I was the lullaby he needed in his sleep. We found each other in the midst of chaos not knowing where we both belonged, realizing it was at each other’s arms all along. And as we strode along the man-made garden, everything went in slow motion, my senses grew stronger as the wonders behind me ensued. I hear birds chirping to the music, the winds rustling through the trees, and Bucky’s heartbeat syncing with mine. When we finally come up the end of the aisle, we make our way to the opposite ends of the altar, smile still plastered on our faces. I want to steal the wedding and make it ours, suddenly forgetting all the mistakes we’ve made and only the good things in view.

-

(>)

It was like the first drop of snow signaling the end of fall, when Pepper came into view. She looked breath taking, I steal a glance at Tony who’s unknowingly shed a tear. He couldn’t believe what was currently taking place, Pepper was a sight to behold. She walks with sophistication, a smile breaks through her lips as she struggles to keep a tear in. I look at them with utmost adoration, this has been the most wholesome thing I have seen above all that has happened in the past few years. We’re all awe-struck at this moment, it’s been so long for the two of them, and it’s finally here. The centuries I’ve lived seemed like a minute compared to what the contentment these two were feeling when the bride finally met Tony and wrapped her arms around his. In their eyes, I’ve seen the eternal bliss radiating from them, my heart was overflowing with emotions. I’ve lived so long, and I have never been to a wedding, I find it incredibly dumbfounding, but I’ve never attended them for the fear of my photograph taken and exposing myself. The past generations weren’t really as open minded to superior species back then, so I kept my distance.

-

“Peter! Where’s that kid? Oh-“

“I’m here Mr. Stark! I’ve got the rings!” Peter replied as he powerwalked through the aisle, everyone letting out a low laugh. Tony shakes his head when Peter finally reaches them, Pepper giving him a kiss on the cheek as he hands them both the rings. Tony ruffles his hair as he apologized profusely, signaling for him to exit.

“Pepper, I take you to be my partner for life, if it already didn’t feel like forever living with me,” a sound of laughter fills the scene. “I promise to be your companion and your friend, your consolation and disappointment, and maybe sometimes the reason for your disappointment,” Pepper gives a teary chuckle. “your greatest fan and your toughest adversary. I will love you ‘til the end of my days and will always protect you no matter what. You’re the roots that keep my feet on the ground, and I have no idea what I would be without you. You’ve shown me great patience and understanding through the toughest times, and I would everyday try my best to love you more than you deserve.” I can hear the sobs of everyone, this magical moment has been even more wonderful. Tony’s vows surprised me, it’s perfect and simple, it’s how it’s how it’s supposed to be. I notice Bucky’s gaze on me as I give him a smile gentle as the clouds above us, and look back at the couple. I twitter at Tony’s shaking hand as he puts the ring on Pepper’s fingers.

“I feel truly blessed to find something permanent in this world,” a sharp breath escapes my lips as Pepper starts her vows, it’s not even halfway through but I’m already deep in it. “I always find my way back to you, in the toughest times, in my best days, you’ve become my home. I promise to love you ‘til the end of my days, to be your strength when you are weak, to be your heart when you forget that you do have one, and I promise not to get too mad when you work so hard on your hobby,” another round of laughter echoes. “I will support and be there for you always to do whatever it is that makes you happy, and I promise to try not to show my disappointment when you do.” She gives Tony an apologetic smile as he replies with a shrug. “I vow to love you and speak when words are needed and to share silence when they are not.” She grabs his hand and slides the ring through his finger. I didn’t realize I’ve shed a tear when Wanda smooths her thumb on my cheek trying not to ruin the makeup.

-

A roaring cheer welcomes the newly-wed couple as they make their way to their car. Flower petals raining everywhere, and I whip my hand to make them float making twirls in the wind. Pepper pauses astonished as she looks over where I was and gives a knowing grin. I wink at her, I couldn’t resist it. I could control the elements and a little shower of flowers was nothing. I give her a wave as she and Tony run to the car, where a chauffeur opens the door for them. Before Pepper enters, she lifts her bouquet up, and smirks at me, glaring at her I shake my head as she nods and throws it in my direction. Relief floods over me as it falls on Wanda’s hands. She blushes and Vision takes her hands as everyone continues to bid the couple a quick good bye. Next thing I knew, everyone’s getting into their vehicles ready to go to the reception. I wasn’t exactly in a hurry, I was still hungover the ceremony, I’ve never felt this way before, I can’t believe I’ve never been to a wedding. Nat approaches to inform me to meet her in five minutes at the pavement as Steve gets the car from the parking lot. I nod and walk around for a bit. Lightly untying the ribbon from my bouquet, I throw the flowers lightly as I make a small whirlwind around me, the flowers dancing with the wind, stems falling to the ground. I feel him behind me, before he could even speak and I turn to face him.

“Hi,” I say, the flowers frozen in mid-air.

“Hey, I was wondering-“ he turns scratching the back of his head.

“What?”

“If you wanted to ride with me to the reception… I totally understand if you’ve already got a ride, I just wanted to ask if--“ he spoke way too fast, nervousness obvious in his voice and it makes my heart skips a beat.

“Okay,” I nod coolly.

“Oh okay… Wait what?” a smile emerges from his lips surprised at my agreement.

“Sure, I’ll tell Nat not to wait up for me.” His reaction makes my heartbeat accelerate. It takes me back to the first time he asked me on a date, it wasn’t really a date, but it was the night that started it all.

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(>)

“It’s raining Buck, what do you want to do?” I say as I put a tissue paper between the pages before I close the book I was reading.

“Can we go to the rooftop?” his eyes pleading like a five-year old.

“Did you not hear me say it’s raining?” I’m teasing him, knowing he wanted to go out badly, I knew how much he liked being on the rooftop during nightfall, but I’ve never really interrupted him when he was up there, figured it was his own thing.

“Stop, I know you can make an air shield, so just do that and we won’t get wet,” I’m grinning. This man is spoiled. I wasn’t even prepared for that plan, But I put my book down and I stand up in defeat.

“Okay, Buck fine. Let’s go to your secret lair,” he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the elevator. I can’t help but smile whenever he does, he’s like a remote that pulls me to the channel he’s in.

We get to the rooftop and he offers his arm for me to take. We walk and as requested, I make an air shield above us as the water bounces off it like an invisible umbrella. He takes me by surprise as he pulls me close and starts swaying to a nonexistent beat. It’s dumb, how much I smile around him, my cheeks hurt like crazy but I never let it go. I let a laugh out and he shushes me as he guides my hands to his neck. I inhale, our faces are so close, my heart started beating like wildfire. In a second everything felt more intimate, we’ve been best friends ever since I’ve become a part of the avengers. Bucky and Steve have been the people I’ve most related to, having lived on the planet during the 40’s we kept joking about how everything used to be boiled and how I wished I was trapped in ice too just to get away from the havoc of it all and not feel so alone all those years. I told them everything they missed that were too personal to find on any website or newspaper. I’d never thought I’d meet people I could grow old with, add Thor to the mix who was excited when he first met me, gushing about how he studied my planet as an elective, and was surprised someone survived. It was a sad moment in my history but he’s been so welcoming, saying I could always call him for a space exploration, seeing as how he wasn’t always in the tower. Bucky and I have always enjoyed each other’s company, teased Steve every time he was being fatherly about something, and annoyed him over details whenever he’d come home after a date with Sharon. We’ve always been two peas in a pod, enjoyed a lot of the same things and loved each other’s company. We were each other’s automatics, we’d need someone to help us, we’d call each other; we’d go on a mission and pair off, it would always be with each other, one of us would get sick, and we’d be there to take care of each other. We were each other’s person and right now, in the middle of our little bubble underneath the pouring rain, we’re dancing to the silence, our eyes staring into each other as I take his features in.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for some time now, I just didn’t know how.” His voice sends shivers up my spine. “We promised no secrets, and I didn’t want to break that promise-“

“Bucky, just say it.” I plead, the rain pouring with a new-found aggression, making its impact on the concrete louder.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” my lips part at his confession. I look into his eyes with a mission to search his honestly behind it. And when I see nothing but sincerity, I close the space between us and I kiss him, a soft moan escapes from me, tears stream down my face. I’ve found him, over a hundred years of not knowing where I belonged, I finally found the x mark on my treasure map, and he’s found me. He didn’t expect my response, as he let a small laugh in between our kisses. “I take it you feel the same way, doll?” we pause and I give him a smile I’ve never given to anyone in centuries, the look of intense passion and admiration.

“I do, I love you.” I laugh as I try to keep a sob in, “I’m sorry for crying I just, I’m so happy.” His eyes look a lot gentler, he pulls me into a hug with his arm caressing my back.

“I’ve got you, always.” His words make me too overjoyed that I drop the shield keeping us from the downpour and we don’t bother taking cover as the rain covered our bodies.

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(>)

Now in the passenger seat with him driving, it takes me back to the old times, jazz music blasting through the speakers, the hood of his car open as I let the warm wind on my skin. We drive through a gorgeous countryside, trees on the sides of the road with branches meeting above us like a parasol shielding us from the sun’s sudden bright gaze. I remember the undemanding times of the past, technology wasn’t as mind boggling as it is, and everything didn’t need to be posted on a glass box, that fit right in the palm of your hand. Where all we did was stare at the beauty of the lands around us, forests unexplored and people connected more intimately and personally.

“I’ve missed this, Buck.” He turns to look at me as I have my head on my arm placed on the passenger door.

“Yeah, times we’re simpler back then,” He knew exactly what I was thinking, I could hear the pain in his voice behind his forged smile.

“I’ve missed you.” I say as I grab his free hand. He brings it to his lips and places a soft kiss, almost too soft to even feel.

“You too.” He gives me a genuine look as he continues to hold my hand as we drove to our destination.

The rest of the ride consisted of him updating me of the things I’ve missed during my absence. It felt like I missed a whole decade seeing as how so much has changed. Peter has been residing in the tower, having graduated from high school and is in college studying engineering, and Sam and Agent Hill, god I can’t even imagine, I didn’t know if I wanted Bucky to stop or continue with the story. I was surprised to discover the reason for Sharon not being in the wedding, turns out she and Steve ended it way before I even left, talk about not keeping secrets, and me so oblivious to it, how did I not notice? With all that’s going on about everybody else, I only ever wanted to know about him.

“What about you, how have you been?” I peer at him, squeezing his hand. He looks down and takes a moment to reply.

“I’ve been good,” he shakes his head, “the same since you left.” My smile falters, the distance wasn’t so good for the both of us. I smile for his comfort, I didn’t want to think anything else of the conversation.

“Must’ve been good to have Steve all to yourself.” I raise my eyebrows, him laughing and rolling his eyes.

“Sure, I would give anything to see him try to slosh himself with alcohol over Sharon knowing he’ll never get drunk.” This makes me laugh, I can imagine him desperately trying to forget only for alcohol to enter his body like apple juice. “What about you? I haven’t heard anything from you since you got back.”

I scratch my head and play with my fingers. I didn’t really have a clear answer on how I’ve been. And every chance I had of planning what to say has been taken away ever since he came to me like nothing’s changed. “You could say I’ve been the same since the last time you saw me, but you’ve already used that response.” I laugh at myself, afraid he might see through me.

“Smart mouth,” he shakes his head giving me a quick glance as he turns his head back to the road.

“You loved me for it,” I couldn’t stop the words from coming out realizing how he might take it differently.

“I did, maybe a little too much.” I bite my lips and I slowly pull my hand from his and look out the window. There’s too many memories of us together, it’s like a flash drive was jammed into my head and I was remembering everything. Hearing his heartbeat, I could say the same for him.

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We’ve arrived, Bucky runs to my side to open the car for me and I take his hand as I get out, fortunately not tripping on my dress. I immediately spot Nat and Wanda who’s just arrived as well and I walk towards them, thanking Bucky for the ride with him replying with an “I’ll see you inside.”

“Just got home and you’re already back with Bucky,” Natasha teases. I can’t help but roll my eyes at her. The three of us walk inside the venue where a huge tent was splayed and cute string lights hung up the ceiling with exquisite rows of carnation lined up resembling a cloud of flowers above us. It looked heavenly. We find our table, which was #2 and set ourselves in that direction. When we get there, other women we’ve worked with were already sitting comfortably. I wave at Helen and Maria as I get near and they stand up to greet me with an embrace. I find it funny how we’re seated in a different table from the boys, like we’re being segregated to mingle and not let one of us look taken to anyone who’s interested. I’ve heard weddings were one of the places for these types of things. As we get settled in our seats, 5 more women come to sit with us, their faces familiar as they all made an appearance at the tower. The guys were seated at the table right next to ours, table #3 with the usual suspects, Steve, Sam, Bruce, Clint, Peter being adorable as ever, Stephen, Scott, Vision, Rhodey and Bucky. In their baby blue suits and being huddled together, I’m surprised they haven’t broken out and sung a Jackson 5 song yet. Tony must really enjoy this, I mean come on! Baby blue? It’s made the best day of his life even better. And the boys don’t have any reason to complain on their guy’s wedding day.

The buffet has started, and waiters were scattered around putting food on each table. I never even realized I was hungry, when I finished my appetizer thinking if I could ask for more. I couldn’t hold a conversation seeing as how I was too deep into finishing the savory dishes laid in front of me. Just before dessert was served Rhodey, being Tony’s best man stood up and gave a toast to the couple. It was full of jokes and rambling about how he’d always be there to kick Tony’s ass whenever he’d upset Pepper. He gave his best wishes and we all brought our glasses up and cheered on. Before he sat down, he signaled something to the organizer, a grin exposed from his lips. The white screen from corner front of the room lights up, Rhodey made a photo montage, it’s adorable. I turn my chair to face the screen, this was something worth putting my fork down.

The montage was showing the couple’s first photos together from the beginning even when they weren’t even one yet. We see them at his birthday with Pepper smiling by his side trying to hold Tony’s glass as he looked like he was about to fall down. Funky music was playing in the background. Everyone was smiling ear to ear. The photos moved on to when the avengers were formed, Bruce in the background having a serious conversation with Thor as he held stormbreaker, with Peter seemingly on Thor’s side as he stared at his weapon. Where is Thor anyway? He’s probably just running late. There was also one where Natasha was in the background with Scott looking like he was caught doing something.

“What was that about?” I ask Natasha.

“You don’t wanna know,” she smirks at me, an eyebrow raised.

The next set of photos was of them at a beach trip, I remember this! We were on this trip! There was one where Tony and Pepper sat underneath a palm tree, sipping piña coladas, next was one where they were at the yacht at sea, I look closer and there’s me and Bucky conuddling in the background. My cheeks turn incredibly red. I steal a glance at Bucky just as he went to look at me and we both turn our heads down, embarrassed but smiling. The next photo appears as a new song plays, it’s a love song, a ballad, the total opposite of the upbeat music it had earlier; Pepper stands on the rooftop with Tony behind her, his hands on her waist- this was taken during New Year’s Eve, and so were the next that followed. There was one with the fireworks in the background and another couple, with their backs to the camera admiring the night sky, while the man’s metal arm pointed at the sight. I didn’t need the metal arm to remind me who it was, it’s him and me. Another photo flashes through the screen and I see me and Bucky in the background laughing like idiots with his arm around my shoulder sitting on the living room couch. The montage might’ve been made for Tony and Pepper, but it definitely felt like it was ours as well even with just us in the background. I shook my head as I turned back to face the table just as the presentation ended. A grin creeps up my face as I take a bite of my cheesecake.

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The couple makes their way to the center for their first dance and I’m feeling butterflies in my stomach, I’m so happy for the both of them, they deserve this day with each other, they deserve each other. Dream a Little Dream of Me plays in the background, and I remember it being a song that reminds me of Bucky. Come to think of it, every song finds a way to remind me of him. We might’ve broken up, but he’s still my constant. Everyone will age, but not us. It’s automatic, we’re automatic.  Is it silly how I’m in someone else’s wedding but I’m thinking about me and him? I guess not. I bet there are people here who’re imagining themselves in their shoes. The smile on Tony’s eyes look like his on cloud nine, it’s contagious, I feel like such a fangirl smiling like a dork as I watched them in awe. As the first song ends, other couples start to join them on the dance floor. Sam reaches out for Hill’s hand as he sauntered towards our table.

“You missed your chance, Y/N.” he teases when he sees me looking.

“I’m heartbroken, Sam.” I joke back as I nod at Maria laughing as they went.

Soon after, Steve asks for Nat and Vision with Wanda. I look at Helen to start a conversation but she’s now occupied by a good-looking bachelor and I wink at her when she smiles at me as she gets up to dance. Great, I’m alone with the five girls who work at the tower who I’ve never conversed longer than five seconds with. I slump in my seat and twirl my glass as I look at the table’s centerpiece. I wish inanimate objects could talk. A light tap on my shoulders bolt me from the blue and I turn to see Peter standing in his adorable suite, his brown eyes sparkling full of youth.

“Hi, Y/N! I uh don’t know who to ask, I don’t really know anyone here other than you guys, and everyone’s pretty occupied… I didn’t mean it to look like I ran out of options, it’s just that you seem to be the coolest here to ask to dance…” he sighs realizing he’s been talking too long, “so here I am.” I chuckle and hold my hand out, his eyes surprised and helps me stand up.  I find it cute how I’m a bit taller than Peter, my left-hand rests on his shoulder while the other one in his hand. He’s the brother I’ve never had, he’s a little bundle of joy the tower desperately needed.

His talkative personality entertains me, as we sway to the music. He’s telling me about the new webs he’s working on and how college life has been treating him very well, he seems to be enjoying it. I ask him about girls and a drop of sweat breaks through his forehead. The last girl he tried to take out to a dance turned out to be the daughter of the bad guy he was fighting. I press my lips to a tight line and shrug, “very understandable,” I jokingly reply.

“Who else knows your Spiderman?” it was a basic question, but I’ve never really had time to talk about the personal stuff with him when I was at the tower. It always consisted of jokes and tactical plans for missions. He shakes his head.

“No one does, except for my best friend.” I raise my eyebrow at him, and nod slowly. That must be hard keeping your identity secret. I realize how he’s the only one among us who has the need to, well aside from Scott, but are people really unaware that he’s Antman? I doubt it.

“That must be some best friend”

“He’s name is Ned, I asked Mr. Stark if he could be my plus one but I was afraid he might fanboy over you guys and didn’t tell him,” he ends his sentence with a nervous laugh. I just nod at him, with a smirk on my lips, letting him take over the whole conversation, I’m just happy to see him again.

“No one’s gonna believe me if they knew I danced with you! I mean, gosh you’re Y/N, every guy in my university would be jealous, but of course, as your little adopted brother I would never let anyone of them get near you… if they knew… that I… we’re… close.” He immediately shuts his mouth seeing as he talked way too much again. I laugh at him; the tower would be so dull without Peter.

“I’m trusting you with that,” a deep voice speaks behind me, my partner smiles as I turn to see Bucky. Peter looks like he’s the one who’s interrupted on something, as he gives me a quick hug and excuses himself from the dance floor. Bucky puts both my hands on his shoulders just like he did the first time. I feel a rush through my veins, I didn’t have time to breathe properly. He always had this effect on me. He smiles and I look into his eyes.

“You’re late,” I smirk at him.

“Am I? I think I came here just in time,” I roll my eyes.

“I was actually having a good time with Peter,” I teased as he fakes a look of agony.

“Well, you’ll be having a better time with me, doll.” Here he is, calling me that pet name, butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“We’ll see about that,” I say as he smiles ear to ear. We’re acting like the way we did before, comebacks coming back clean and clever. It’s like he’s on a mission of making me fall for him all over again, did I really even stop loving him?

“About Rhodey’s photo montage, was it just for Tony and Pepper? Because I’ve seen another couple in the background looking a lot happier than they were.” He huffs, I lace my hands behind his neck.

“They did look like they stole the show, don’t you think?”

“I’m pretty sure they were the show, doll.”

“Too bad they don’t get to look like that in photos now,” I bite my lip, he’s taken aback, remembering we’re not together anymore. He quickly recovers and pulls me closer.

“They must be both pretty stupid to end such a beautiful thing” his expression stern.

“Maybe it wasn’t so beautiful if it had to end,” his emotion reflects on my face and before I say something witty to save the mood and keep it light, he interrupts.

(>) 

“Y/N, I want to show you something.” I’m stunned, I didn’t expect him to interrupt me to tell me he wanted to show me something.

He leads me to a garden outside the tent, flowers glistening against the last rays of the sun, setting dimly on the blossoms. The remains of a stone gazebo stands in the middle, the roof already gone, with the columns being the only markings of what it was during its glory days. It’s beautiful, I walk towards it with fascination and daze. I touch the remnants of the concrete. I’ve always loved things of the past, being a fossil like myself. It feels like old friends greeting me in the present, I turn back to Bucky with a big smile on my face, “This is wonderful.”

“I wanted to tell you something,” He says as I continue looking at the marvel. I nod at him to continue. “Ever since you’ve left, it’s never felt right. Every time I walked past your room I always prayed for light to seep through the bottom of the door, to tell me that you’re back home, even if I knew everyone would’ve made me well aware if you were.” He laughs nervously. I try to continue exploring the gazebo. His words startle me, but I try my best to look nonchalant.

“I didn’t know if I should call you, I didn’t know how break ups worked. That’s why whenever Nat or Wanda would call you, I would try to prop myself close enough without getting obvious, just to hear your voice through the speakers. It’s stupid how I even get mad when the calls are short, when I couldn’t even muster the courage to call you myself.” I’m holding my breath; my eyes are going to be flooded with tears. I called ever so often just for Wanda and Nat to tell me how he’d react around my voice, so he’d finally call me. But he never did.

“And I know I’m stupid for that.” I blink at him. “Fuck I had one year to practice what to say and here I am still out of words!” he hisses at himself waving his hand in the air as he enters the gazebo, my heart’s pulsating. “All I’m saying is, I shouldn’t have let you get on that quinjet without me, I should’ve said I didn’t really want us to end it when you asked me if I was sure, because hell I didn’t even know what gotten into me,” torment clear in his eyes.

“Bucky”

“When I saw you by the fountain at the ceremony, you looked like a dream. You looked so unreal, you looked like the first blossom in the spring, the one everybody admired but no one dared to touch,” I want you to touch me, Bucky.

“And we walked the aisle, with you comfortably holding my arm just like you always did, I never wanted to let you go. I wanted to walk you to the altar and tell Tony to reschedule their wedding because I had other plans,” My heart is breaking into a million pieces. A pang of anguish sets on me, I shake my head his confession has me speechless, and he looks like he still isn’t done. “ Take me back, please.”

Without a warning, a roar of rain falls on us, Bucky and I don’t move a muscle; and before the first raindrop hits any of us, it stops, mid-air. An air shield wasn’t present, the rain just stood still in an instant. I didn’t even realize it was my doing, until I focused on his deep blue eyes. The frozen rain in the background looking like tiny specks of glitter, darkness making an entrance as the sun escaped. He looks tortured, as he waited for my reply, not knowing if he should add any more words to the speech he’d just given. I walk closer, tears brimming my eyes, it’s just like the first time he told me he loved me. The dusk surrounding us, and the rain but this time still and quiet. Our heartbeats the only loud noise present in our ears. I cup his face and he closes his eyes and tilts his head closer as if its been forever since he’s felt my skin on his. He was my day, and I was his night, and here we are back to where it all started, longing for each other, trying to make up for the past. I search his eyes and see the same sincerity I once found when he first told me he loved me, and I kiss him, passionately, warm blooded and desperately. And he kisses me back with hunger, impatient longing and the same desperation. I feel ecstasy on his lips, an addiction I’ll never recover from, we’re both in seventh heaven, never wanting to go back. We pull away from each other, our nose touching as we both smiled in pure bliss.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he says as I giggle. He puts his hands on my waist and lifts me up in joy. We’re back in each other’s arms, as each other’s constants, each other’s automatics, each other’s classics, old lovers in the present and we’re never letting go.

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A few hours and tequila shots later, everyone’s on a high and seemingly tired. I’m sitting happily on Bucky’s lap as I feed him another slice of cake. Poor Peter’s already asleep on one of the tables, Bruce is trying so hard to keep Rhodey from drinking one more shot and Steve’s surprisingly still dancing. The newlyweds have already left for their honeymoon. Right before I move to lick the icing on Bucky’s lip a loud barbaric voice stuns all of us.

“I’m here! And I’ve brought a gift!” Thor slams a huge bottle of what I’m sure is filled with alcohol. He looks around noticing the tent nearly empty with only us inside. Helen Cho suddenly stands up with a new-found energy.

“Hi Thor!” she waves as she immediately fixed her hair.

Sam groans, annoyance too obvious to ignore.

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English lessons

Chapter one: food for thought

( S )

Beep! Beep! BEEP!

A loud noise was bursting my ear, I rolled over to try to find what was making my ears bleed. My arm reached over Towards the direction I thought the sound was coming from. I felt a smooth surface, I began to move my hand around to try to feel more of what I was touching. As I moved around, I felt smaller things, they were smooth or rough! It’s my desk...

As I come to a conclusion of what I was feeling, I turned around to dismissed my alarm clock, the culprit that was still making my ears shed blood.

I groaned as I pulled the covers over my face, my curly hair in my way getting into my eye a bit. I sat up from my bed and pulled the covers from my face ”Can’t I just have five more minutes?“ I whined trying to wake myself up.

I took a glance at my phone, 5:40,

“Oh crap..” I sighed as I sprung myself from my Comfy bed, “God I’m gonna miss you” I groaned walking out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. “I wonder what’s the plan today?” I work at a translation company called ” Let's Talk ” its where the employees are skilled in translating in a language they are fluent in. I myself am fluent in English, Spanish, and Korean! Though we don't really get many cases for Korean translators. I began my usual morning routine, starting off by brushing my teeth, then washing my face, then finally getting my rats nest that I call

” Hair ” into a bun. I walk back into my bedroom to find my work clothes and get dressed for work. After searching through the trash dump of my room, I find my white blouse and black jeans. I hurry as the company opens at 7:00 and it’s 6:45, I grab my shoes and rush out the door completely forgetting breakfast, but it’s just the morning I’ll eat later.

I guess I should tell you who I am huh? I’m Sasha, Sasha Striker. I’m 28 and I don’t really like where I’m going in life, I know, I know that sounds sad but it’s not. I’m just not happy. I guess you can say depressed? Unhopeful? I don’t know, and I really don’t care. I mean what’s there to look forward too? Money? I good income, friends? Meh, I don’t like people, good health? I’m 100% already in good shape, other than my chubby thighs. Love? Maybe In my next life.

You may ask why shouldn’t I be happy? It looks like I have everything in order, so what’s there to complain about? Well, that’s it, I ’m not having fun, there’s not anything to want, nothing to need, nothing to be happy for. I wish this to change, but how? Do I work harder? Try to change me? Is it god testing me? Again, I don’t know. But what I do know is I have work in 5 minutes.

( N )

I ran my fingers through my hair trying to slick it upwards, fit my hair into a ponytail, then using my comb pressing it down trying to form some sort of style It looks... decent at least, Taking hairspray and coating my head with the strong fumes.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My phone.

I ran into the next room to collect it, picking it up to see who’s calling me. It’s just a text message, “Be ready to be picked up in 15 minutes, I’ll tell you your schedule when I see you“ great, now I have to hurry. I groan making my way back to my bathroom, fitting into a nice jumper and a pair of Levi jeans, Slipping on simple converse and putting on a face mask to cover my mouth and nose.

I take an apple on my way out of the door, taking a loud bite and slamming my door shut and locking it. It’s a little cold, “Glad I wearing a jacket“ I said to myself, pulling up my hoodie.

BEEP! BEEP!

I look up seeing a black car pulling up, my ride. I jump in taking the last bite of the apple then throwing it away. “Good Morning“ I said pulling the seat beat around of waist and locking it. “Morning, Miss Lee “ the driver responds pulling out of the driveway.

I guess it’s my turn to tell you who I am, well I’m Lee Eun Ae, I’m an idol. I sing, dance and act sexy for a living just to eat and to keep a ruff over my head. It’s a nice gig I guess, I mean I love hearing thousands of fans screaming my name, the lights and the stage become my own, I feel like I’m a goddess! But there are times I wish I could just vanish, just go away and never be bothered again. There are rules I have to fallow being a young female idol.

Rule 1, don’t do anything that will hurt your body, so no drinking and making yourself look like a fool, no smoking and ruining your body, no tattoos and painting your body and so on and so forth.

I had one tattoo on my back left shoulder, so when I was a trainee they wanted to laser it off, but I rejected saying that I would just keep it covered. That Company didn’t corroborate so I had to move to the next.

Rule 2, no messing around, no bringing anyone to your home, hotel room, and so on. Rather it is a friend, lover, or fan no exceptions.

Being single is a major turn on for young girls and guys, they feel like they have a chance of getting with you. Rather than be for a one night stand or marriage.

Rule 3, keep your fans interested, if the fans think you're getting a little chubby, starve your self till they love you again, if the fans want more sexual songs, you take off your shirt for a fucking music video and shake your ass till they go wild.

Simple you just keep them happy, not so hard to do. I guess.

In Korea, the standers of beauty are unbelievable, if your a female idol, you must be, skinny, have long hair, soft skin, and a perfect height. If your a male idol, you must be skinny, have slinky hair, soft skin, strong muscles and the perfect Amount of sex appeal. In America, if you have a muffin top or curves your more likely to get praised for being “ Thick “ but in Korean idols, your shamed for being fat and lazy.

The world is fast to shame others, rather it is for what they weigh, what they like, who they like and for even who they are. The world is just, in my eyes, a filthy place to live. But we have no choice to, so, we make do and make this filthy place a paradise, having fun and living trying to find there reason to get up in the morning.

“We’re here,“ the driver says snapping me back to the world.

“Thanks, make sure you get something to eat“ I say opening the door and stepping out looking up at the big Company building, S.I Inter-prices. “You too kid, I know you didn’t just think I would see you eat half an apple and expect me not to say anything“ the driver yelled back at me, I laughed and slammed the door behind me walking up towards the company building.

Walking through the big glass doors I sigh seeing my manager running Towards me, I began to walk to the elevator and as he catches up to me. “Morning, Mr. Lou“ I said with a stern tone hitting the button, ready to hear what crazy scheduled I have for today.

“Today you have a recording for your next comeback, then dance practice from 8:00 am till 1 pm then we have a meeting about your world tour coming up in a month at 2 pm,“ Mr. Lou said trying to get me to Listen. I just kept nodding my head as I stepped into the elevator, and he fallowed as the doors closed he went on with my scheduled. I groaned twisting my neck trying to crack it, “Did you not sleep well?“ My manager asked, “Ya, I’m just not awake yet“ I answered rubbing my neck. “Well, wake up, we have lots to do today“ he snapped as the doors flew open for us to walk out.

( S )

“I’m dyin “ my co-worker moaned complaining about her work, “Well what do you have?“ I laugh trying to amuse her.

“I have a French paper to translate for a patient of mine, it needs to be done in 45 minutes and I’m not even halfway done” she wines, leading back in her chair trying to stretch a bit. “Well stop complaining to me and FINISH. YOUR. WORK.” I said while clapping my hands trying to get her to focus.

She sticks her tongue out at me then spins back to her computer. “Amy, can I speak with Sasha for a minute?“ we both turn to see our boss, Mr, Drew. the head of our company. “Of course! I was just bothering her for a minute“ Amy said then shut her mouth tightly and looks back at me. I get up from desk fallowing my boss into his office, it’s silver, big and cold. Filled with photos of paintings and of his family. His desk sitting in the middle of it all with a big open window behind his back.

“Yes?“ I say trying to break the silence in the air. “I talked to four different people in our company about a patient, but I think your the best for the job“ he states looking me straight into your eyes, telling me he’s not lying. I breathe in and out, trying to calm myself, I can feel my anxiety taking over even though he only said one simple thing. “And what may that job be?“

“A Korean translator“ he smiles. I froze, “a Korean translator?“ I repeated in shock. “Yes, a company in Korea found our company, saw our data, and see that we are no joke, and wishes for a Korean translator and teacher“ he states waking in front of his desk. “A teacher too? Is there anything else?” I laugh, “Sorry, your right, I should have explained everything“

He Walks back or to his desk and pulls out a small thin yellow file then walks over to me, placing it in my hand. “Take this home, look over the patients file and decide tonight whether or not to take the job“ he walks over to his desk once Again and dismisses me. “It pays 300 each time you translate for them and 800 each English lesson“ he says while I’m halfway out of the door.

He smiles. “Just food for thought“

[biollantebutch]

"I got a couple jugs'a gasoline in my trunk, a bag of those bigass camping firestarter things, and a lighter. Jeanette and I will go fix the problem ourselves 'n leave you here."

did it not occur to you that as an organism existing within a greater organism, your intrusion would be felt?

word count 6033. heavily implied death. features a hotel!

"It's a goddamn eyesore's what it is."

The sparks of an oncoming headache danced behind Jeanette's eyes. The lights were too bright. The patrons were too loud. The acrid aftertaste of her drink sat heavy on the back of her tongue- she was going to regret this tomorrow. Rosa sat across from her, arms slung over the back of the booth like she owned the place. If she was making an effort to take up as much space as possible, it was paying off. Whether out of discomfort or just outright fear, Robin had squished himself against the wall. It was as far away from Rosa as he could get, but he still clutched his cardboard-colored cardigan around his bony shoulders with a white-knuckled grip. The longer she spoke, the tighter he pulled. It'd be a damn shame if it ripped, Jeanette thought, idly stirring at the ice of her empty glass. He'd look actually naked without it.

"It's supposed to be demolished soon. Besides, that part of town is borderline empty nowadays. I'd argue it's not making anyone's eyes sore." His voice was little more than a whisper, barely audible over the barroom chatter. Apparently Rosa wasn't done ranting, judging by the glare she shot him even as he opened his mouth to continue. Whether those were tears budding in his eyes or just the reflection of the lights in his glasses, Jeanette wasn't sure. If she really strained her ears, she could just pretend they weren't there. Her bed plead for her company from the other side of town, and she'd be answering its call as soon as she could.

The familiar sounds of the crowded haunt bubbled up around them, but Rosa's presence commanded attention, and God help anyone who didn't turn their eyes to her when she started speaking. Hell, she even styled herself like it. Wild, curly hair that puffed out around her head and down to her shoulders like some mockery of a bowl cut. Gaudy Hawaiian shirts in tropical neons bright enough to sear any sane person's eyes out. There was a reason that she rarely, if ever, interacted with any customers. She'd scared off plenty a self-respecting man, and the few friends that remained at her side remained mostly out of fear for the repercussions of speaking out against her. A select few just found her crazy. Crazy in the fun way, but crazy nonetheless. She had a way of making herself seem like the only person in the room, and the aura of confidence she gave off was strong enough to melt steel. Even as Jeanette sat there, she could feel the ice in her glass getting less and less solid.

"The debate's fuckin' stupid," Rosa spat, brow creasing and fingers pinching at the bridge of her nose. "It's supposed to be 'bringing in tourists.' It's bullshit. All of it. The beaches are what's bringin' in the tourists. All that rotting hunk of bricks can do is get Buzzfeed listicles written about it and clog up the skyline. The thing's condemned, for Christ's sake! What good's a 'tourist attraction' y'can't even get anywhere near without getting arrested?"

Jeanette trained her eyes on her straw as she pressed it back against her lips. "Buzzfeed listicles."

"Don't get smart with me." Despite the ever-present background chatter, the air still managed to fall stagnant. She didn't dare look up. She could feel Rosa's eyes on the back of her neck, two points of heat on her skin and a growing weight in her chest. Across the table, Robin stared at her in something like pity, biting down hard on his thin lips. She didn't realize she hadn't blinked until the table suddenly quaked. Rosa had her chin cupped in her hands, filling her companions' fields of view with nothing but her. The way her round cheeks pressed against her mouth disguised the gummy grin spreading across her face. "Listen. I got an idea."

Robin scoffed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "You always have an idea. I'm not getting arrested again, Rosa."

"Not even for widdle 'ol me?" The expression Rosa plastered on was probably supposed to be charming, but it resembled something closer to an old porcelain doll. The kind that felt like they were always staring at you, planning something.

"Especially not for you."

"Whatever." She tossed herself back in her seat, arms slung behind her head. The way Robin winced, anyone could've sworn he was expecting a slap across the face for that. Even after she started again, the tension in his shoulders didn't fade. "I got a couple jugs'a gasoline in my trunk, a bag of those bigass camping firestarter things, and a lighter. Jeanette and I will go fix the problem ourselves 'n leave you here." As soon as the words left her mouth, Jeanette's pupils shrunk to barely more than pinpricks. Having adopted the same posture as a shrimp the entire outing, the way her back straightened itself out sent a resounding crack across the room.

"I never agreed to anyth-"

"I'm not payin' for an Uber for your broke asses."

Off to the side, one of the buttons on Robin's cardigan snapped off. That budding headache returned in full force, and everyone let out a collective groan. Everyone except Rosa, still beaming from ear to ear.

"Great answer. I'll foot the bill, then."

Rosa braced her weight up on the hood of her old beat-up Hummer, neck craned back to get a better view of the imposing building in front of her. Jeanette had never actually been this close to the thing before, but now that she was, she could definitely see why anyone'd want it gone. At some point in time, it had probably been glorious. It was massive, for Christ's sake- the corridors stretched back into the distance farther than she could see. Despite the wear and tear, some aspects of its former glory remained. The ornately carved trim making perfect floral swirls along the entryway. The grand double-doors with their rusted bronze handles, worn smooth from decades of hands and weather. Logically, Jeanette knew she wasn't the first to visit the Carnelian after its closure, and she sure as hell wouldn't be the last. What she expected out of an abandoned building, though, was something frozen in time, at the mercy of the elements. The door handles carried the distinct slick of skin oil, though. Someone had been here recently enough for it to still be present, but she couldn't see any other signs of human life in the area. No footprints besides their own, no parked cars or bikes or any other transportation. Just three kinda-friends-mostly-just-coworkers and a hotel.

"Goddamn. Look at the thing," Rosa tutted, shaking her head. "Tonight's gonna be the night, ain't it? We've lived in its shadow for too long. Can't wait to see this on the news tomorrow." Robin stared in her direction like a deer in the headlights, choking down a lump so thick you could see it sliding down his throat. He shook like a leaf despite the tepid summer air not carrying any hint of a breeze, and what he wouldn't say, Jeanette could- just in a more subtle manner.

"Hey, why don't we try getting inside?"

Rosa cocked a brow in her direction, watching as Jeanette pulled her tight ponytail into a messy bun. "What for?"

"I mean, there has to be some stuff in there the last guys haven't looted. Memorabilia. Even if we raze the place to the ground, there's gotta be someone out there aching for Carnelian merch, right? There's money to be made here."

Rosa's eyes lit up at the mere mention of money, pulling herself up straight. Robin almost leapt out of his skin at the sudden movement, letting his fingers worry along the edges of his cardigan once again. He didn't make eye contact with either of the women. Apparently, the broken windows and crooked beams of the hotel before him were very, very interesting. Far more interesting, at least, than having to listen to Rosa's half-baked nonsense again. Before she even moved towards the doors of the Carnelian, she had already rolled up her sleeves and cuffed her pants, almost too eager to toss herself inside. Jeanette swore she could see dollar signs gleaming gold in the deep brown of her eyes the more she brushed her hair out of her face and tied it back into a ponytail more of a glorified man-bun.

"Jeez, Jeanette, I could've sworn you had a stick up your ass! So you finally decide to live a little, huh?" The smile on Rosa's face was very audible in her voice, each syllable ending in almost a squeak. The woman in question only stared at her with her brows knit and her lips pulled tight against her gums, not daring to respond. Rosa didn't seem to care. "Yeah, this place was fuckin' loaded back in its day. No way in hell there isn't something of value in there. Even if it's, like, riddled with asbestos or something. We can make do, yeah? Sell it on eBay for a couple hundo?"

"I doubt we can get that much." Robin quivered, shrinking into himself more the longer he had to tear his eyes away from the watchful gaze of the Carnelian. "I mean, what's of value in there that hasn't already been l-looted? If you're so dead set on getting rid of the thing, can't we just light it up and leave?" His voice belied an underlying feeling of dread, one that was creeping into Jeanette's bones too the more time she spent standing before the maw of the hotel. Already, she was starting to regret her decision. It'd bought her time, though, and Rosa seemed pleased with it- there was no stopping her when she had her mind set on something.

"Shut up, stringbean. You're comin' too." Jeanette shot him a you don't have to listen to her glance, a just get back in the car, we'll come back for you glance, but Robin nodded anyways and trudged towards the doors on feet like bricks. As much as he wanted to just let the other two go about their little adventure, he just... couldn't. His face was pale, almost green, but Rosa's word was tantamount to law. "Alright, guys. On three. To riches?"

"Shooting too high. Maybe pocket money."

Rosa rolled her eyes. "To pocket money. Alright."

"One." Jeanette gripped one handle, already preparing to brace herself on her heels.

"Two." Both of Robin's fists clamped down on the other. Even in the calm night air, he clung on for dear life.

"Three!" The two of them threw their weight back, watching as the doors swung open to hit them with a column of stagnant air. Dust billowed out in thick clouds, sending the two closest to the blast into a brief coughing fit as Rosa looked on with hands on her hips, chest puffed out in pride. She inhaled deeply, taking in the fruits of the others' labor- and immediately started coughing as well. It stank of years of dust, mold, rotting wood and probably other, less savory things. The marble tiles of the foyer, grand as it was, had chipped and broken to the point of the embossed mural being all but unrecognizable. Chairs and tables lay overturned, shards of broken vases surrounded the dessicated remains of long-dead flowers, and light fixtures lay shattered among them to the point that what had been what was entirely obscured. Arches that had once led into dining halls and ballrooms had long collapsed under their own weight, the gold paint that they had once glittered with having chipped away until only the underlying wood was left. Even the air itself was heavy and oppressive, urging them to turn around, leave, and never look back. It seemed far too vast a space to be left so empty for so long, and just standing inside the building itself was making Jeanette feel lightheaded. Over her shoulder, she could see Robin dry-heaving, his hands covered with the baggy sleeves of his cardigan.

All Rosa saw, though, was dollar signs.

"Alright, ladies!" She clapped twice, taking a step further in. Even with all of Rosa's confidence, she'd stopped repeatedly to shake her head, let a wave of chills wash over her body- it seemed to be getting to her, too. "No time for lollygagging! We're in, 'n this is our last chance to get what we want out before we wipe this joint off the map. Now get up and start rootin' through this shit. It's already 9, and we've all got work in the morning. I don't wanna be here any later'n 2 A.M."

Jeanette silently thanked herself for wearing flats that day. If she'd had to tromp through an abandoned building that practically had a glowing 'TETANUS RISK' sign plastered to the front in heels, she might've just let herself collapse there and then. With hungry eyes, Rosa had already made her way over to the checkin desk and hauled her squat frame over the counter to get at whatever was on the other side. Robin's dainty fingers trailed over shelves upon shelves of chintz and other knickknacks- shelves free of any dust. Of course people had been here before, and of course they'd touched things, but... why leave them?

"Hey, hey, spread out! C'mon, we ain't gonna get anything done if we're all stuck in one damn room all night!" Both Robin and Jeanette's eyes fell on Rosa, who only scoffed at their shocked expressions. "What, are you scared? Worried some sexy, sexy ghosts are gonna come up behind ya? It'd be reeeeeal awkward if one slapped my ass right about now!"

When nothing happened, she only shrugged. "C'mon. Y'know those are, like, kids' stories, right? There's no reason to be all freaked out over a fuckin' building. Now get to work." The other two stared at each other for a second before silently nodding, waiting until Rosa's back was turned to make their way into a cordoned-off side room. On the walls hung rows upon rows of hat racks and coat hooks, some with coats still hanging on by their last threads. The only light in the room was the little that could filter in from the still-open front doors, trickling through the cracks just enough to illuminate the grim look on Robin's face. That, combined with his fair hair and slight frame, made him seem almost ghostlike. Maybe that had something to do with the rancid vibe she was getting from the place.

"Jeanette," he growled, clamping his hands down on her shoulders, "I don't know how much of this you're going to believe, but something doesn't feel right. I know Rosa's fucking-" his hand flew in wild circles beside his head- "Y'know, batshit, but that doesn't mean we have to be. Can you feel it too?"

Jeanette could see her blanched face in the reflection of his glasses. She nodded.

"Right. I'm not some kind of paranormal enthusiast. I'm not a ghosts and goblins kind of guy. But something- Something does not want us here. Outside, when Rosa was on her little spiel, I saw something. In the window. Swear, to god, it was a person. Looking down. At us. It looked me straight in the fucking eye, and then it pulled the curtains closed. I don't- I don't know if it was, like, a squatter or whatever, but I'd rather face Rosa's wrath than whatever the fuck is up there."

Through the crack in the door, she could still see Rosa hunched over behind the checkin counter. The sound of paper flapping against paper echoed through the high walls of the foyer, a pile of files rapidly accumulating behind her as she squatted with little care as to just what she was tossing about. She was in her own little world, and it was beyond Jeanette to even consider what she was looking for. Whatever it was, she couldn't bring herself to value what little money she might be able to make off of the rotted husk of the Carnelian over her own life.

"So are you proposing we just-"

"We just leave, yes. It's not like she'll notice. The door's wide open. Either I crash at your place or you crash at mine, and we somehow make it to work in the morning like nothing happened. Deal?"

"Oh, thank god you're sane. Deal."

As they left the closet, Jeanette could've sworn something in the room had shifted. The doors were still wide open, the chairs were still upturned, the vases still lay toppled. She grabbed onto Robin's shoulder as she wracked her brain, so sure despite all evidence to the contrary that something wasn't right. The wind whistled through the empty corridors, and it finally hit her.

She couldn't hear Rosa anymore.

Robin asked her something like what's wrong as she turned toward the checkin desk, but she could hardly hear him. Rosa was the one with the keys, so Rosa was the only one who could access Jeanette's purse and Robin's medications and god damn, where was she? Even the piles of files, the piles that Jeanette could've sworn she'd seen while she was planning their escape with Robin, were no longer sprawled across the floor. The cabinet was open, yes, but the files inside were all neatly labelled and ordered as if no one had disturbed them to begin with. God, the corners weren't even wrinkled. They were like brand new. Imagine that. Brand new manila folders in the hundred-year-old cabinets of a hundred-year-old building. She closed the cabinet with a shudder, stepping back and-

Oh, god.

Something squelched.

Her shriek was audible all the way across the foyer, where Robin was already making his way towards the door. The harsh thud of his shoes on the tile was overpowered by the blood rushing through Jeanette's ears, louder than anything she'd heard before. She knew she'd stepped on something. It had sunk beneath her feet without much resistance, sighing quietly as the air was pushed out of it. When he finally arrived, though, Robin couldn't find anything amiss. Just Jeanette, soaked in sweat and chest heaving. Her eyes darted between him and the floor, gasping like a fish to spit out words that, no matter how hard she tried, just wouldn't come.

"Jeanette? What's going on?"

She stared up at him, wide-eyed, before heaving herself up from the floor like it had wronged her. Because it had. Whatever she'd touched was clearly, distinctly not right. Robin jumped as she shook the thought from her head and grabbed him by the hand. "We're leaving. Now." She could feel the tendons shifting under her grip, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear him yelp and question her motives, but she was determined. She was going to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible, and she was never going to go anywhere near it again. The cops could find out what happened to Rosa later- it wasn't her problem anymore. Her free hand extended in front of her, ready to plow her way out through the doors and into air that didn't stink like an antique store.

Doors that she could've sworn existed just a little over an hour ago.

Doors that were definitely not there now.

Jeanette blinked, an incredulous laugh forcing her way from her lungs. So that was it, then! She was going insane, too! Maybe she'd just gotten turned around. The doors were on the other wall, yeah? She'd just turn around and try those. Then she'd be out. Out and on her way to bed where she could sleep off this entire crazy ass experience.

Her hand met damp wallpaper yet again. She turned. She tried. Wallpaper. She turned again. Tried again. Wallpaper. No matter which direction she tried, which wall she slammed her whole body weight into, there were no doors. No windows, even. The whole space should've been enclosed, pitch-black, but she could still see her hands in front of her face, right? So there had to be a light source somewhere, right?

Hands?

Where was Robin?

He couldn't have just disappeared, she'd been holding onto him the entire time, right? The room was entirely enclosed, anyways, there weren't any doors or anything he could've left from. So he had to still be in the room. So she just had to call his name.

No response.

She'd try again. And again. And again and again and again to no avail until her throat was sore and hot, salty tears streamed down her cheeks. Whatever had happened to Rosa had happened to him, and oh god, she was alone, and she didn't have a way out, and she couldn't call for help because she'd left her damn phone in her damn purse in the DAMN car. Some good that did her. She couldn't just lay down and die, though. She screamed what was left of her voice away until it was little more than a hoarse whisper. She pounded on the walls until they warped and bent around her bruised knuckles, more elastic than plaster had any right to be. She turned over every piece of furniture in the room looking for some way out, but all that yielded was more wall and more floor and more stinking, melting hotel decor. She'd exhausted her options. She'd exhausted her options, but she was still frustrated, and if she couldn't find a way out, she'd have to take that frustration out on whatever was nearby.

As soon as she'd hoisted the end table above her head, she heard something sliding.

It wasn't from anywhere in the room. Somewhere distinctly outside the room, actually. So there was still an outside, so she could still get outside, and she could still get out. But something was sliding. The hotel had ceased its shifting long ago, and it wasn't accompanied by the sounds of creaking wood, so it was unlikely for it to be wayward furniture. She didn't know of any Californian wildlife that slid, much less anything large enough to create an actual, audible sound. In her curiosity, Jeanette spared the end table, setting it back down on the floor to press her ear to the wall.

Scratch that. The door. It wanted to be a door now, so it was a door, and Jeanette tumbled face-first into the hallway. Unlike the hotel she'd entered, it looked almost... clean. The wallpaper was still peeling and the carpet was still torn up from the floorboards in places, but it wasn't any worse than any given roadside motel. The walls were lined neatly with doors upon doors, with number placards firmly affixed onto the front of each, so they had to be rooms. The longer she looked at them, though, the more her head swam. They were rooms, and most hotel rooms were numbered, so they had to be numbers. What she found herself looking at, though, were distinctly not numbers. She wasn't sure what they were. Her mind couldn't wrap around just what kind of shape they were trying to portray, so it just gave up.

She could still kind of read them, though. Which was strange, since the rest of the hotel had been pitch black, and she and Robin had to navigate by moonlight. Despite the building she was sure she was still in having sat dormant for over half a century, though, it was perfectly lit by rows of electric wall sconces with frosted glass shades shaped ever-so-lovingly like flowers. That's what she told herself they were, anyways. She'd ran her hands along one and found it pleasantly cool to the touch, to say nothing of the texture being less akin to glass and more to a human fingernail. Thinking on what they were actually made of wasn't going to be good for her mental wellbeing if she wanted to find a way out.

So Jeanette hauled herself to her feet, dusted herself off, and started down the hallway. The sliding noise hadn't come back since she first heard it, but she couldn't care less if it did. She was in a hallway. Hallways had a start and an end. Usually, at the start of a hotel hallway, there's an elevator or a stairwell or a path to the lobby or something, so as long as she kept walking, she'd eventually get out. It was a sound enough plan, and she didn't press herself to think of any potential flaws. If she did, she'd get distracted, and if she got distracted, she wouldn't be walking fast enough. So she started moving, and she tried not to think about the way the walls pulsed around her. Her head ached. Her knees wobbled. If she didn't fall facefirst into a bed soon, she was going to die. She knew it. This was cruel and she'd had enough and something's on the floor.

Knocked suddenly back into reality, she stooped down for a closer look. She hadn't seen any other signs of human life once she'd started walking, not a single light on in a room nor a "do not disturb" sign to indicate, at least, that someone was staying there. It was just her, the harsh incandescent lights, and the ambient sounds of pipes settling and appliances buzzing. A random, discarded item on the ground, then, seemed terribly out of place. It was an awful shade of orange, with big red umbrella-leaves and deep purple hibiscus flowers printed into the fabric. It was buttoned up to just below the collar, which flopped lazily about no matter how hard Jeanette tried to press it down. She'd seen this shirt before, just a few hours earlier. She knew she had. It was Rosa's.

She stood there for a second, clutching the shirt in her fist until the skin went white and her nails dug tiny holes in the fabric. Why here? Why now? If this was her shirt, where the fuck was Rosa? Her hands shook. Her tongue sparked with the taste of blood- she'd bitten into her lip. No more distractions. She had to keep moving forward. If she let herself get distracted like this, she was never going to get out. Just keep walking, she told herself, you're going to get somewhere if you just keep walking. When her feet started to ache- flats were not made for long periods of walking- she took only the time to yank her shoes off and keep going. In the worst case scenario, she passed out from exhaustion. She could already feel herself getting lightheaded. It wasn't clear, though, if it was an actual risk, or she'd just inhaled mold spores. Maybe a little of both.

Behind her, the floor swallowed the shirt back up.

It didn't end. It just didn't end. The longer Jeanette walked, the longer the hallway seemed to get. The longer the hallway got, the farther away her goal seemed. The farther away her goal seemed- against all odds- the more she was driven to keep going. Keep going, and keep going, and keep going. It was just an exercise in insanity at that point. Walking until her legs gave out, laying prone on the floor for what was either 5 minutes or 5 hours, and hauling herself back up to start it all over again. It wouldn't let her pass out. It wouldn't even let her sleep. The second its sweet embrace came close, she was consumed by a primal, animalistic feeling of something's close, not safe, something's close, not safe and she had to haul herself up and keep. Going. She was determined. She was on a mission. She was going to see it through at all costs.

She'd found open doors, a few times. Some of them opened into a vast, empty blackness. No light, no stars, like someone tore a hole in reality. Some of them had trays of refreshments, pitchers of ice water still so cold that she could've sworn they were left out for her on purpose. Some of them were broom closets. Some of them were just more hallways. Some of them opened into human gums and human teeth and the hot, sticky inside of a very human mouth. Those she left alone.

The one she found herself before opened into a perfectly ordinary closet. A perfectly ordinary closet where a dull brown cardigan sat on a hook, torn to shreds and spattered with something that was definitely not blood- despite being similar in both color and viscosity, it smelled more akin to the chemical "floral" scent of complimentary shampoo. Despite all that she knew would be a "normal" reaction to something like this, Jeanette couldn't find it within herself to be even remotely surprised. No matter how hard she tried, the most intense reaction she could claw out from the foggy recesses of her mind was a flat huh. So that's where that went. The whereabouts of its owner no longer concerned her. She had work to do. She was headed... somewhere. She had to be headed somewhere. That's why people walked, most of the time. To go places. So she was going somewhere, and it was at the end of the hallway, and she continued. The cardigan remained on the hook.

Jeanette's eyes fixed forward. She moved automatically, robotically, with no regard to her surroundings or the way they warped around her. She could actually see the end of the hallway getting farther and farther away from her as she walked, but her mind refused to process it. All that she knew at that point was that it was there, and she was walking towards it, which was what she was supposed to be doing. That was what mattered. Not the walls narrowing around her or the floors bubbling and squelching around her feet or the patterns on the wallpaper pulsing like veins. They were part of the hallway, so they were supposed to be there. So she kept walking. And walking. And walking.

Until she stopped.

Not of her own volition. She tried to move her feet, continue ever onwards, but the floor had wrapped its greedy tendrils around her ankles so she couldn't take another step. So she tried to crawl, clawing at the carpet until her fingertips were bloody, but it only sunk her in deeper. The fight left her, and Jeanette shut her eyes and let herself go limp. Whatever wanted to claim her could claim her. She'd failed.

Or maybe she hadn't. When she came to her senses, she was no longer in the hallway. Why was she in a hallway to begin with? She'd never left the foyer, and she hadn't seen any doors. Or maybe she had. This definitely wasn't the foyer, and she was the only one she could see present. Grand pillars stretched from the floor to the ceiling, circling a massive crystal chandelier suspiciously free of dust. And there was that sound again. The sliding. The sliding she'd heard earlier. How much earlier, she wasn't sure, but the distinct sense of deja vu it gave her cemented that feeling in her gut. What had been a wall yawned wide open like the maw of a lion, and a new figure slid in. One she wasn't familiar with. It wasn't Robin (the hair was too dark) and it couldn't be Rosa (the skin was too pale) and neither of them would be caught dead in a dress. It never occurred to her that it would've dwarfed either of them, even both of them sitting atop each other's shoulders, or neither of the two had a crown of glossy, keratinous horns that brushed the ceilings when they walked- it just seemed irrelevant.

Without any visible light source, the room lit up as it made its way inside. The sliding sound that followed wasn't accompanied by anything like footsteps- just the shrill squeaking of skin on tile. Suddenly, Jeanette found herself paralyzed. It inched closer painfully slowly, posture stock-straight and eyes fixed somewhere faraway. The figure loomed above Jeanette, trapping her in its shadow. She couldn't look away- she couldn't even move. She bit down hard on her lip again, wincing at the pinching and the taste of blood in her mouth. Her jaws clenched, her throat lurched, sweat beaded on her brow and rolled down her face in sloppy arcs, but the figure's expression never faltered. The corners of its mouth pulled its lips into a tight, thin smile. Its eyes were vacant, faraway, milky and cloudy and dull. Dull like a corpse's. As if an old porcelain doll made of wet, writhing flesh had come to life. It had the content, empty stare of a farm animal, not reacting to any of the stimuli surrounding it. Jeanette's lungs squeezed tight anyways, and they squeezed tighter when the thing bent in half like the stalk of an anemone to lay a single, massive flipper across her body. It was like being trapped under layers upon layers of weighted blankets, a pressure intended to be soothing suddenly turned painful when used in excess.

"What do you want with me?" Her vision blurred itself with tears, still trying to comprehend just what was in front of her. The figure's eyes, already half-lidded and rimmed in what was either dark eyeshadow or head-sized patches of mold, turned upward in almost-pity. Either a distant pipe burbled to life, or it laughed. Or both.

"Please do not remove anything from the premises." Its voice was smooth and cordial, riddled with an unidentifiable crackling sound like a degraded tape. Despite the flat, customer-service tone, Jeanette could hear the barely-held-back snicker. Like it didn't mean a damn word it said. Like it was enjoying itself.

As it removed its sleeve from her chest, the lack of pressure made it clear to her that something was very, very wrong. She'd been unable to move her limbs, but now? She couldn't feel them at all. All around her, she saw herself absorbed into the warm, throbbing tile below, sinking deeper and deeper into flesh all too eager to welcome her to its ranks.

"And please, enjoy the rest of your stay. We'd love your feedback."

And Jeanette tried to offer hers. It would be rather valuable, an important asset to the Carnelian if it were to fix itself up and finally achieve its goal of reopening to the public, and it needed all of the advice it could get if it were to effectively self-manage. To its knowledge, it would be the first (and possibly only! How thrilling!) hotel to do so, and the prospect excited it deeply.

Unfortunately, Jeanette no longer had a mouth to give feedback with.

Ah, well. C'est la vie.

[lalka-laski]

You ever played Call Of Duty? Did you like it? Are you into those types of video games at all? I was never into any type of video games. Just not my scene. 

Do you like to cook for people, or do you order to be cooked for? Has anyone ever told you that you were a good cook? I love cooking for others, despite my nervousness sometimes. I find it so fulfilling! And I have been complimented on my cooking skills and creativity a number of times. 

Do you have any clocks in your house that chime when the hour changes? Do those types of clocks annoy you? Nope. Those clocks don’t really bug me unless I’m trying to sleep. But then again, ANY NOISE bugs me when I’m trying to sleep.

Has anyone ever let you borrow some of their music, promising you’d love it, but you really didn’t? Did you lie to the person and agree, or tell the truth, that you hated it? More often than not, I don’t vibe with the music people suggest to me. I guess i just have to stumble upon new songs naturally, I can’t be TOLD to listen to something. It sets me up for failure.

What is your usual hair style? Do you tend to wear the same style every day, or do you switch it up a lot? I’ve been wearing it down and au naturel lately, with the occasional messy bun or high ponytail thrown in. I’m not very adventurous with my hair. 

Have you had the same doctor pretty much your whole life, or have you went to a bunch of different ones over the years? Have you ever been to the doctor thinking something was horribly wrong with you, but it turned out to be something minor? I had the same pediatrician from infancy to early adulthood. I then switched to a GP and I’ve seen her consistently ever since. 

I honestly have never visited the doctor expecting something dire. Which is funny considering my debilitating anxiety & paranoia! 

Do you prefer to go out to get ice cream, or do you just like to get the kind you keep in your freezer? What flavor do you usually get? I love all ice creams equally. It doesn’t matter what flavor, or where I eat it- it’s all delightful to me! 

Do you look forward to the holidays, or do you dread them? What holiday is your least favorite, and why? I love most holidays, especially now that my family has expanded! In fact, I like them so much that I can’t think of a ��least favorite.” 

Is the background on your phone a default picture, or a picture you took? What is the picture of? It’s a picture of my baby girl! I actually didn’t take it though, her mom did. 

What is your favorite type of print (ex: zebra, stripes, argyle)? Do you have a lot of things with this print on it? Anyone who knows me knows I love a good floral! 

Are there any stores you feel uncomfortable going into (ex: if you dress girly, do you feel uncomfortable going into Hot Topic)? Are there any stores that you refuse, or just never go in to? I’m a bit too old to feel “uncomfortable” going into a store that doesn’t quite cater to my style. And I like to think most people aren’t that close-minded. Or are they? And no, there are no stores I refuse to go in. 

Do you look in mirrors a lot, or do you try to avoid them? How many mirrors are in your house? I try to avoid them when I’m not home and can’t immediately fix my appearance. And there are 4 mirrors total in my apartment. 

What is your favorite brand of clothing? Is this a brand that is sort of expensive, or is it pretty affordable? Lately I’ve loved a brand called Pink Clover that I discovered through Stitchfix. Otherwise, my clothes come from a variety of stores like Buckle, Express, Windsor, Forever 21, and random Made In China sites. I’m a bargain hunter but I’m not afraid to splurge a little when something really grabs me.  

What person do you text the most? Glenn or my sisters.

Do you have any pictures that always make you laugh, or cry? Are they digital pictures, or printed pictures? What is the significance? Too damn many to list! I’m a sentimental sap and I can make myself spiral at the drop of a hat. IT’S A GIFT 

What are you listening to? Cafe Radio on Pandora 

What were you doing at 4am? Fast asleep 

What’s your favorite cereal? Damn this question! I have a sugary cereal addiction. Lately I’ve been obsessed with Oatmeal Creme Pie cereal but some of my other faves are Fruity Pebbles, Lucky Charms, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Frosted Mini Wheats... ugh! 

What’s the last thing you drank? I’m sipping a coffee right now

Where is your biological mother right now? I assume she’s home, this is her prime nap hour! 

Where is your biological father right now? At work or driving between jobs 

What’s your mood? Overcaffeinated and excited for the weekend! 

Are you doing anything tomorrow? It’s TBD actually. I took the morning off work to help my sister move but she’s quarantining so those plans were put on hold. Now I have an entire Saturday off to do whatever I want! I think I’m gonna talk Glenn into taking me to brunch :)

Do you cry a lot? Way more than the average person. But I feel no shame about it and I’m actually sorry that other people can’t process their emotions as constructively! 

Have you recently? See above 

What’s your favorite candy? Anything sour and gummy is my jam. Oh and Cadbury Mini Eggs! Easter Candy is a serious weakness. 

Have you ever eaten raw pumpkin? Y’all nasty

Does your car have a name? I don’t have a car

Will you be in bed within twenty minutes? Lord I wish! But I’ll be here at work for another 2 hours. 

Who did you sleep with last night? My honey bear 

Wearing any bracelets? Nope, I hardly wear jewelry 

What is your favorite color? Pink 

What should you be doing right now? Honestly there isn’t that much work for me here at the office so... it’s acceptable that I’m doing this survey 

How much older is the person you’re currently interested in? He’s 12 years older than me (hence why I was so nervous to introduce him to my dad!) 

Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? Quite vividly (despite my intoxicated state). You could say he made a mark on me! 

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? Yeah 

Do you love the last boy/girl you were talking to? Very much so 

Did you have an exciting last weekend? It was a lot of fun! 

Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? Obviously 

Have you ever flirted with a friend’s crush? Not that I’m aware of. I’d never do that intentionally, that’s for sure. 

Did you have a good birthday this year? It’s 5 months away! 

Do you lead people on? No, although my friendliness is often misconstrued as flirtatiousness and attraction. Not my fault though! 

Who was the last person you made plans with? Me & Glenn have plans to lay on the floor and watch Dateline tonight... does that count? (Yes we like to make a bed on the floor. Let us BE!) 

When was the last time someone really got on your nerves? I’ve been slightly on edge recently so it could’ve been anyone 

Have you recently lost any clothes? Actually yeah, several socks in one load of laundry. Where the hell could they be?! 

What places will you be going tomorrow? Hopefully brunch! 

When is the next time you will kiss someone? In a couple hours when I get home 

How do you feel about your hair right now? It’s a little raggedy and needs a root touch-up but I can’t be bothered 

How fast have you driven a car? Not fast at all 

Have you ever smoked? Just weed

Is the last person you kissed your other half? He absolutely is 

Do you think this year is better than the last? I hate to say it but I had a pretty spectacular 2020. Although I think even more greatness is in store for 2021! 

Where is the last person you kissed at this moment? He’s at home 

Has anyone seen you in your underwear this past month? Yes 

Would you rather marry Taylor Lautner, or take a million dollars? A million, easy lol. 

Do you really believe in forever? I do 

What are you doing after this? Most likely another survey. And I’ll keep repeating this cycle ‘till it’s time to go home 

Someone says “all guys are players” You say? What grade are you in? 

Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? We’re engaged! 

Do you believe in kissing when you’re not together yet? Do as you please! 

How serious are your feelings for the person you like? Considering I’m wearing this ring on my finger I’d say we’re pretty damn serious 

Do you live close to the person you like? We live together 

[inkslingerharry]

Celebrity Crush

Description: You and Harry are both famous and it’s revealed that Harry has a crush on you.

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry

Word Count: 1894

"You'll never believe who has a crush on you," Nick Grimshaw said as he sat across from you in the radio booth.

"Oh, I can't wait to find out," you laughed.

You wouldn't be too surprised to find out. Thousands of people had crushes on you. After being in the music industry for years now and having some small acting parts, you've made a mark on the world. So, unless Grimmy said that Barack Obama had a crush on you, you weren't going to be awfully surprised.

"I'm gonna have you guess. It's a guy, he's quite popular, and he is absolutely stunning," Grimmy gushed. He watched your face, waiting for some sort of reaction.

You widened your eyes, shrugging. "I have no idea, mate," you laughed. Despite being American, you've gotten used to using other slang that was common here in England. "You're gonna have to be more specific."

"Hm, he's got luscious locks, extraordinary eyes, and he's from England. He was on last week, actually," Grimmy smirked.

You were still puzzled. "Let me in, Grimmy. No more secrets!" you chuckled.

"The one and only Harry Styles!" he exclaimed.

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart. "No!"

"Yes! He said so himself that he has got a crush on you," Grimmy pointed at you. "Let's have a listen," he said as he started to play the clip.

Sure enough, Harry appeared on the screen in front of you looking attractive as hell. Grimmy wasn't wrong about him being 'absolutely stunning'. He was always creating looks that you could never think up nor think you could pull off.

"So, do you have a celebrity crush, and who is it?" Grimmy asked Harry. One thing you loved about Grimmy was his bluntness.

"Ehm," Harry thought for a few seconds before breaking out into a wide smile. "I'm gonna have to say Y/N. She's super nice and funny. She's hilarious, actually. I also like her style and fashion, ya know? So yeah, I'd have teh say Y/N is my celebrity crush."

You knew your cheeks were slight shade of red, but you didn't care. "He is honestly so great. That's really cool of him to say those nice things about me," you nodded your head. "I may have to hit him up and ask him what's going on."

Grimmy nodded. "Yes! Of course, tell me how it goes. Anyway, back to this song you featured on," he introduced.

You answered the questions and survived the rest of your interview, planning to have drinks with your good friend Grimmy later that week. After the interview, you were brought back to the Harry Styles 'crush' thing because your twitter was blowing up.

You chuckled at your screen. You wrote out "@Harry_Styles and I will have to meet up soon to discuss a few things" before sending it. The fans would surely go crazy at that.

You went straight to your London flat so you could rest. You knew tomorrow you had another early interview, but other than that, your day was free. Stretching out on your couch, you heard your phone buzz loudly.

"@Y/T/H, when are you free?"

You laughed out loud. Way to be blunt. You ended up dming Harry, asking how his day was then giving him your number. Despite meeting two or tree times, the two of you were never really able to get to know each other off camera. You always seemed to see each other at award shows, but nothing else.

About an hour later, Harry texted you. You responded and soon enough, you made plans to have lunch tomorrow after your interview. Biting your lip, you stood up and did a few little jumps. You were having lunch with Harry Styles. He was one of your biggest music icons and he as extremely attractive. Why wouldn't you be excited?

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You sat in the chair across from the interviewer. You woke up late this morning, so you weren't wearing any makeup and your hair was up in a messy bun. The interviewer's name left you in your rush this morning.

"So, Y/N, we noticed after yesterday's interview, you tweeted Harry about meeting up and he actually tweeted back. Do you have any plans with the star?" the interviewer asked.

You scratched your cheek before pretending to think. "I mean, we'll just have to wait and see. Who knows, ya know?" you chuckled. You didn't want anyone to know just yet about your lunch plans with Harry. Pictures will probably be out soon enough.

"Have you always been close with Harry or any of the One Direction boys?" she asked.

You raised your eyebrows. "Well, I've talked with Niall the most, I think. I'm definitely a fan of One Direction's music as well as all of their solo stuff. They're very creative and amazing writers, so I'm a pretty big fan."

The interviewer nodded her head and continued asking a few questions before ending the interview. You hugged her and took a picture with her before gathering your stuff and leaving. As you were exiting the building, you texted Harry that you were finished with the interview and he could pick you up at your flat.

Harry texted you just as you arrived at your flat that he was on his way. You knew you didn't have enough time to apply makeup. At least you could fix your hair. After changing into black skinny jeans and a plain shirt, you pushed your hair into a high ponytail.

Before too long, you heard a knock at your door. Giddy with excitement, you nearly jumped to the door. Quickly opening it, you could see Harry was dressed nicely, but nothing that made you look under dressed. His hair was tousled yet it made him look even more attractive.

"You look nice," you smiled at him. He smiled back and you could see a blush creep up his neck. "Let me just grab my purse and we can go," you quickly said as you grabbed your purse from the kitchen table.

"Ready to go?" he asked. You nodded, still nervous.

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You and Harry talked for a while over your lunch. You had actually gotten to know each other better without constant eyes on both of you. As Harry was walking you back up to your flat, you grinned.

"This was fun. I really enjoyed having lunch with you."

Harry beamed. "Yeh, I agree. Ehm, speaking of which," he paused and turned to you. "Niall and a few other friends are going out for drinks tomorrow night. I was wondering if yeh wanted t' go?" You could see that Harry was nervous and unsure about asking you.

"I'd love to. Haven't seen Niall in a long time," you blushed. You and Harry were hanging out again tomorrow! You could barely hide your excitement.

Harry breathed out heavily. "Great! Ehm... see you tomorrow then," he smiled.

You nodded, giving Harry a quick hug before heading inside.

You secretly watched Harry drive off before doing a little dance while squealing. Harry wanted to actually hang out with you again. Once your little dance was over, you checked your phone, only receiving a text from your friend and some twitter notifications.

You walked throughout the flat, enjoying the time to yourself.

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Harry picked you up the next night. You were luckily more prepared by having your makeup and hair done. Harry looked gorgeous as always in his black skinny jeans and a patterned button up shirt that was hardly buttoned. You didn't mind, though.

The two of you met up with Niall and the other friends who you soon got to meet. As everyone sat down for drinks, people were suddenly interested in you.

"Where are you staying while you're in London?" one woman asked.

"I have a flat here. So whenever I'm in the U.K., I stay here in London."

"Oh wow. So do you have family here?"

"No, I just really enjoy London."

You noticed Harry watching you intently as you answered more questions. You would glance over at him and smile. He would chuckle and take a quick drink from the glass in front of him.

About two hours later, everyone was on the dance floor. Veronica (was her name Veronica? Or was it Violet?) was grinding on some guy she just met and Niall was hollering as he held up his drink. You were twirling around, just dancing to the rhythm. Before too long, Harry maneuvered his way over, locking eyes with you. Both of you were two drunk to really any anything, so you just laughed.

You were both in your own little world. Just the two of you danced together. Soon enough, your lips were attached to his and his hands were around your waist. The world around you seemed so far away and Harry seemed so close. Almost too close.

Once you separated, both of you chuckled a bit, slightly embarrassed. However, within minutes, you were both waving goodbye to your new friends and getting into a cab. You agreed that you were too drunk to drive, so someone would pick it up for Harry.

Both of you were making out in the back seat, listening to the radio and not noticing the cab driver glancing back every once in a while. He coughed slightly when the ride was over and you noticed Harry pull out some cash and hand it to him.

"Thanks, mate," the cab driver said before driving off.

You walked up the steps to Harry's house, fixing your hair slightly. Were you really going to have sex with Harry tonight? Suddenly, the nerves were building up again. If it weren't for the drinks, you were sure you wouldn't have even come to Harry's house tonight.

Harry unlocked his house and looked back at you, smiling. You both entered the house and hurried to Harry's room laughing. Both of your jackets were off in a hurry and you stumbled onto the bed. Harry was kissing your neck sloppily as you moaned slightly. He slowed down and glanced at you.

Suddenly, Harry sat up.

"Hey, ehm, I don't think we should do this. We're both a bit tipsy, at least I am, so I don't want that to get in the way if we do ever... ya know," Harry admitted. He looked extremely nervous.

You nodded, smiling. "Of course. I'm glad you said something, Harry."

You both smiled at each other before Harry coughed.

"You're still welcome to spend the night here. I can take the couch, if you'd like."

"Oh, no. I might need to borrow some clothes, but I am not kicking you out of your bed," you sat up straight, letting your feet hit the floor. "Do you just want to sleep in the bed with me?"

Harry pondered this for a moment before nodding, "sure."

You changed into one of Harry's shirts and decided against wearing shorts. As Harry also changed, you crawled into his bed, admiring how silky the sheets were. Harry soon followed, smirking at you.

"Don't worry, I'll get yeh into my bed another night."

You laughed, leaning your head back. "You only wish, Styles."

He chuckled a bit before turning the lamp off. "Good night."

"Night," you whispered as you felt your eyelids close and yourself drift off to sleep.

[lolbtsaus]

Youtuber!Taehyung as a Father

And now it is time for the second half of the Daegu line, the love of my life who looked so super cute in BV S2 I only got to watch about half of it but he was really really cute him in plaid/flannel is 100% just amazing his outfits are always wo W I love him so much, Kim Taehyung aka V aka tae tae

For the original youtuber!Taehyung post, click here, that post also features the proposal bit  and for father!Tae, all of the father related posts are here

For everyone that hasn’t read the original father!tae post, he has a lot of kids, in order of age, it’s a boy, twin girls and then another boy

Just a quick summary of youtuber!tae, he has a vlogging channel, it’s mainly vlogs, there are a few tags here and there, there are some sit down and talk videos, some Q&As but 70-80% of the videos are vlogs

Since he does share a lot of his life with his viewers, it’s a no brainer that he’s gonna wanna tell them about the bbys asap like right after he finds out and has a minute to celebrate with you and maybe calm his heartbeat down a bit, he’s pulling his camera out and talking about it

He may not upload that clip until you give him the okay but he’ll film it on the same day so his reaction is genuinely !!!!!!!!! like his eyes are still watery, his smile is still s o so so big and happy and all square

His entire face is just so lit up and it’s so clear that he’s the happiest he’s ever been bc he just found out that his lil munchkin his teeny tiny baby is coming within just a few months 

His viewers get to watch his bbys grow up and that’s one of the biggest reasons he started his channel 

Not only does having his videos on the internet provide him a great way to look back at his memories in the future, it also gives him a way to build a family

He’s never felt like his viewers were just his viewers, they were so much more to him than a number on the screen, they're like family to him

So to him, it’s only common sense for him to talk about his biological family with them

On the first day the bbys are born, Tae’s showing a couple of clips of them, he doesn’t film too much bc he’s so distracted with the fact that his child(ren) is laying right there and they’re so cute and smol and he wants to give them hugs and coo at them and sing to them a bit maybe

The viewers get to see the bbys grow up day by day

They get to see the bbys go from being so lil and tiny and barely able to lift their own heads up to them still being lil but not so much and being able to run around and talk a mile a minute and form their own personalities and it’s the be s t

Tae can always look back on bby boy’s first word, he can always look back at how the girls would cuddle each other whenever they were near each other, he can always look back at how bby boy #2 was running the mere second he figured out how to

They’re in nearly every video, it’s s o rare for him to post a video where they’re not at least in the background

Like even if his videos that aren’t vlogs, they’re gonna be in the background or you’ll hear their voices or they’ll be in and out of the frame

Even in the few videos they’re not featured in, you’re gonna see a toy or a bottle or a shoe, anything that would hint at the fact that he’s got four kids running around the house

Tae is such a fashion lover like he’s so into his style and developing it further and letting it change as he gets older like he went from wearing the baggy clothes and the cut up shirts that he loved so much to the Gucci and I honestly love that he’s so open about it and that he’s like hey man I bought these really cool shirts wanna see like hell yeah bb I wanna see

So he’s gonna l o v e being able to dress his bbys up in cute lil outfits (until they get to the age where they can start picking out their own clothes at least) like does Gucci make children’s clothes bc if they do it’s game over their entire fucking closet is just gonna be Gucci

They’re always looking super super cute, the girls are sometimes in matching outfits bc he can’t resist it it’s just too perfect of a set up to not give them matching outfits but normally he gives them different outfits or maybe they’ll have a similar theme

But their hair is almost always different, one of them will have pigtails, one of them has a bun or a ponytail, a couple of braids maybe a head band or two 

The boys sometimes have matching outfits with Tae bc how can you not my biggest head canon is that his boys would look so fucking similar to him like havE YOU EVER SEEN TAE AS A BBY THAT SHIT IS CUTE

So they gotta do the matching bit at l e a s t ten times within the first month, it’s the minimum

And they get lil beanies bc bbys in beanies are one of my favorites it’s so fucking cute and they love trying to wear Tae’s watches or his rings and they’re basically his mini mes

They’re in their pajamas a lot in videos too tbh Tae’s family would literally have a designated “pajama day” where no one can get out of their pajamas and everyone has to be super comfy and happy and so many cuddles happen

It’s so blatantly obvious that he adores them so much, there isn’t a single video they’re in where he doesn’t kiss their lil cheeks at least once

Like his intro is literally the bbys popping into frame one by one and him kissing their heads as they come in (ending with him kissing yours)

He films this one clip he l ov e s so much of him walking across the street with them and bby girl #2 is holding his hand and then bby girl #1 is holding hers and then bby boy #1 is holding onto hers and then bby boy #2 is holding onto his so it’s one long train

They’re nicknamed (affectionately) the ducklings by his viewers bc they follow him around a l o t and they are lil kids so they have the lil waddle walk that lil kids do and they just look up at him with those big puppy dog eyes like “where we going next dad”

He does a series called Cooking with the Kims where he and the bbys try to cook or bake something for you and it’s always s o fucking cute and funny and messy very messy

Imagine Tae cooking and then add in children just take a moment to think about that bc my heart is just gone it belongs to him completely

It always ends with someone having flour in their hair or sauce on their cheek basically a mess

He always gives them lil snacks to keep them entertained while he handles the actual heat part of the cooking process bc the last thing he ever wants is his bbys getting hurt he is not having that happen

Sometimes the meals may be a bit burnt but it’s always made with a lot of love and the bbys always get to decorate the plate

His favorite video he’s ever made with them is one of the Cooking with the Kims videos bc he feels like it sums up his life really well

It’s a bit chaotic, four bbys but it’s so loving and everyone’s giggling up a storm and they’re cuddling with each other as it goes along and everyone’s joking around and having so much fun and your voice is in the background bc you’re watching it all go down so it’s a video with all of his loves in it, the dog’s in the background, the hamster is in your hands when he points the camera at you, it’s his lil family all together in one video  

“Any reason there are chocolate chips in my Alfredo??”

“We wanted to give you dinner AND dessert”

[sinerz]

MC having big curly poofy hair HC's :')

This is my first time posting my writing on here (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) and I’m on mobile KILL me ANyways….

Yoosung 🎮

🎮 his hands would instantly reach to poof your hair up more 🎮 “MC… you’re like a beautiful lion.” 🎮MY BOI 🎮 honestly you h8 SM when people JUST TOUCH your hair but this boy is so cute and pure you let him floof it up all he wants 🎮 loves LOVES to brush out your hair when you absolutely don’t want to (those KNOTS man UGH) 🎮 he’s so absolutely gentle and patient when combing it out tho like wow what else can those hands do??? (I’m sorry bb Yoosung) 🎮 also will buy and apply products to reduce frizz ——> RELUCTANTLY 🎮 he loves when you wear your hair down it’s so cute 🎮 you teach him how to style your hair in different ways and he’s so determined to make everything perfect he’s so CUTE 🎮 floofy panda buns give him actual life

Zen 🎬

🎬 will cry because you are and actual Disney princess 🎬 likes to watch you comb it out like,,, you thought this was frizzy??? GUESS AGAIN 🎬 will style your hair in 2 seconds 🎬 dislikes when you straighten it but either way you look so stunning plus it’s your body your rules so he doesn’t care 🎬 will actually deck someone so fast is they comment poorly on your hair 🎬 “It’s alright Zen. I get it all the time.” 🎬 HES SO HEARTBROKEN to hear you say that and is still 100% ready 2 fite 🎬 LOVES when your hair is in a raw high ponytail with flyaways and frizz he’s wild for it 🎬 won’t let you play with his hair (ITLL RELEASE THE BEAST) 🎬 but you don’t mind ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ Jaehee ☕️

☕️ PLease DONT GET HER WRONG SHE LOVES YOU AND YOUR HAIR SO MUCH!! But working in such a professional setting like C&R really limits her fashion exposure ☕️ TBH you would exchange info on hair products and have nights where you style each other’s hair ☕️ (you would probably invite Zen too) ☕️ “For practice, MC.” ☕️ will also 100% drop kick someone if they talk bad about your hair ☕️ PROTECTIVE GIRLFRIEND MODE ACTIVATED™ ☕️ is a bit embarrassed at first when you guys first go out because people stare a lot and comment more often than not ☕️ she notices how uncomfortable you get when people just randomly touch your hair ☕️ HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE ☕️ “No you may not touch MC’s hair. She doesn’t like it.” ☕️ SO blunt ☕️ WE love you BAEHEE ☕️ LOVES when you do a messy bun and loves it even more (if that’s possible) when she gets to it ☕️she’ll smile forever ☕️ shell grow out her own hair so you have more options for styles ☕️matching hairdo’s! :’) Jumin 🍷

🚀 ofc not as curly as yours but it’s the thought that counts 🚀 his addiction is trying to get the frizz of your hair to actually curl into a ringlet 🚀 no baby it’s impossible 🚀"I’LL MAKE IT POSSIBLE!“ 🚀 constantly joking about how "If we’re gonna get married at the space station then how will all your hair for in your space helmet???” 🚀 will scream from laughing so hard at your bed head 🚀 but let’s be honest HIS isn’t much better 🚀 he’ll give you head rubs but it’s just an excuse to mess with your hair 🚀 will pick out outfits from his agent days that match your curly hair 🚀 teasing wars™ commence 🚀 “MC, your HAIR is SO curly, curly fries would be jealous!” 🚀 you both would laugh so hard you cried 🚀(bless Saeyoung he’s so pure and loves you so so SO MUCH) 🚀 will absolutely destroy someone’s life if they talk bad 🚀"It’s kill or be killed in this world, MC.“ 🚀 he adores when you where your hair out natural 🚀 wild, poofy, and ready to go

AhhhhhHHHH THAT WAS THE FIRST!! My tumblr virginity is gone… I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing this (〃ω〃) feedback is always appreciated! ❤️️