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our beloved summer | jjk (06)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, kissing (omg k1ss1ng omg WHO IS IT ??? 😦), tbh this is the only warning i wanted u guys to read cuz 6 chapters in and we finally get sum action i feel like that's a win lmaooooo, jimin being Real as fook, unbeta'd cuz uhm i'm a godless menace who should be conked on the head, once again we are severely lacking jk in his own fic lol i'm owning up to this 🤗 BUT! this is probably the last chapter where jk feels like a side character lol apologies my dudes

rating: PG-13

word count: 8.1k (honestly i wrote obs6 just so i could get to obs7 lmao that's why it's a lil bit shorter)

note: my apologies if this sucks. you are legally allowed to stone me if you hate it. but i hope you don't hate it. but if you do hate it don't tell me just stone me lol 🤐 why am i so unhinged with this update

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— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Exile - Taylor Swift (ft. Bon Iver)

The picture is fucking terrible.

“Jimin, what the fuck,” you grumble, staring at the huge framed photo on the wall, taken on the day of the opening party. You, Taehyung and Jimin are gathered on the floor of the dance studio, with boxes of takeout neatly sitting between the three of you. “I look like ass.”

Jimin barely glances at the wall, just continues to stuff his face with the dumplings that you ordered. “You look fine,” he says absentmindedly, mouth full, continuing to munch on the food despite your little dilemma.

“Bitch, I have my eyes closed.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I look like I’m in the middle of a sneeze.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, squinting at your photographed self again. The more you look at it, the more irritated you become.

Realistically, you know nobody would pay enough attention to notice the immortalized visual of your fluttering eyes, and you yourself wouldn’t care about it that much. Maybe you would even laugh in good spirits and poke fun at yourself as you often do. Make a meme of it for the group chat.

“What’s the big deal?” Jimin asks.

You shrug petulantly. “I told you. I look like ass.”

Yeah, true, but it’s also more than that.

It’s the fact that the person standing next to you looks so good that you must voice your grievances. It’s the fact that he looks so much more than just good.

The guys stop eating to look at you. You wonder just how much of what you’re feeling is written all over your face. Regardless, they don’t comment on it.

One of them clears his throat, shaking the whole thing off.

“Did you tell Yoongi anything yet?” Jimin asks.

You poke at a lone dumpling with your chopsticks, popping the ‘p’ when you say, “Nope.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Jimin scolds you. “It’s been three weeks. He doesn’t want to push you for an answer but the man has got to be suffering.”

You flick a piece of spring onion garnish at him. It lands on his hair, a single bit of green sitting among golden locks. “I don’t know what to tell him!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jimin shakes the onion piece from his head and chucks it back at you. “Obviously you say yes!”

You exhale through your nose, then take a bite of your dumpling. You nibble on the fried dough, stretching out the silence, delaying your response.

It hasn’t even started, and it might not even start. But you’re already thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Yoong is your friend, first and foremost. He’s a good friend, and you would be crushed if you lose that relationship.

What if he hurts you, or you hurt him?

Sometimes, people are meant to hurt each other even if they don’t mean to.

Yoongi hasn’t seen your pieces in all of their jagged glory, how they’re only meant to reflect the light but never be healed by it. He’s still blissfully unaware of the ugly thoughts that have a home inside your head, and you’re afraid if you let him in, he’d realize it’s a place he doesn’t want to be. It’s hard to love a broken thing. You wouldn’t want to love you either.

Maybe this is the real reason that’s been holding you back all this time. Maybe it isn’t Jungkook - though he certainly isn’t absolved - but it’s you, and how you just don’t know if you’re someone who deserves to love and be loved. You’ve felt inadequate more times than you can count. You’ve been left before. Who’s to say it isn’t going to happen again?

You’re well aware that this is a bad way to look at things, but can anyone really blame you? You still have a heart, and despite how fragmented it is, you still want to protect it.

“I know that look,” Taehyung says, parting your fog and pulling you back to him. “You’re overthinking again.”

You roll your eyes. He knows you so well, but does he have to call you out every time?

“I’m not overthinking. I’m regular thinking.”

“Right. And to normal people, that’s overthinking.”

“It’s just…” you wonder out loud, gaze on the floor. “What if I go all in, and Yoongi sees me for who I am and thinks that I’m just an utterly sad person who can’t be loved? That I’m too much work when he’s got literally thousands of people throwing themselves at him left and right?”

Taehyung stares at the side of your face as he bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue soothes the spot, his jaw clenching once. “He’s not going to think that.”

“You don’t know that,” you say, the corners of your mouth tugging down.

“You’re not unlovable just because one person didn’t love you right. So stop it with that bullshit, because I love you,” he says, voice serious. Even Jimin stays silent as he listens to his friend, his eyes flickering between you and Taehyung. “And Jimin loves you. Hobi loves you.”

You merely blink, because you hate it when he’s right. In all fairness, you understand. This is the same thing you would tell him if the situation were reversed.

You deflect anyway. That’s what you do best.

“You don’t count,” you tell him with an unserious scoff, your tone starkly contrasting his. “You’re my family.”

You taste something bitter as soon as the words leave your mouth. You should know better than anyone, that just because someone’s your family, doesn’t mean they have to love you.

Taehyung reenacts the blinking guy meme before chuckling, holding a hand over his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “Ouch.”

“You two are getting nowhere,” Jimin interjects. “Just call Yoongi.”

“And say what?” you ask.

“I told you. Say yes. God, you’re so dense sometimes.”

You reach over to jab a finger into his side, making him hiss and shuffle away from you.

“That wasn’t nice,” you grumble.

“Well, somebody’s gotta say it.” He gives you a look, eyebrows raised for a few seconds before he lowers them and grows more stern. “Come on, Y/N. You know you don’t want to say no, or else you would’ve turned him down already. You said you wanted to start dating again. Yoongi is practically on his knees offering himself to you. What are you waiting for?”

There’s a voice in the back of your head - tiny, barely audible - that whispers, Who are you waiting for?

“Fuck it, I’ll say it,” Jimin continues. “It sucks balls that Jungkook hurt you, but you can’t let that affect you for the rest of your life. Not everyone is going to hurt you. You’re not even giving Yoongi a chance just because someone else did you dirty. If you keep always thinking about the worst possible outcome and banking on it to happen, then you’re never going to get anywhere. I love you, dude, but y’know.”

You stare at Jimin with your mouth slightly open, stunned into silence. When you glance at Taehyung, he’s surprised too, though probably not as much as you.

After a couple of minutes, you say, “Wow.”

“Tough love. I have my moments.” Jimin shrugs casually, like he didn’t just drop a truth bomb on your head. “But also…” He picks his phone up and types something in. Your phone instantly buzzes with a notification.

“Open the link I just sent you,” he says.

“You are literally sitting across from me.”

“Just open it! I made you a playlist.”

“Aw, Jimin, that’s so cute,” you coo softly, reaching over to pinch his cheek before he swats your hand away. You unlock your phone to see what Jimin made you, because that is some friendship hall of fame stuff right there. However, when the link redirects you to your music app, your smile immediately drops.

Aaand he’s back.

You stare at the screen for a good ten seconds to try and find your bearings, flabbergasted at something that is quite honestly very on-brand for Jimin if you think about it. “You made me a playlist called Dick Appointment with an eggplant emoji and the tongue out emoji and it’s mostly just Yoongi’s songs. Even the playlist cover is from his Valentino shoot.”

“So you can get it on while Agust D plays in the background!” Jimin grins, and you could just smack it right off his face.

“Park Jimin, who raised you? You are vile.”

“Validate me,” he demands. Oh, you would smack him. You really would. “I spent hours making that playlist.”

“It’s literally just Yoongi’s songs.”

“Yeah, but I had to curate an experience. I can’t just dump every song into a playlist and call it a day. I gotta make sure they fit the vibe.”

“I literally just heard the most profound shit from you not even two minutes ago.” Then, you turn to Taehyung with an exasperated look on your face. “Why would you let him do this?”

He just waves a dismissive hand in the air, like Jimin isn’t even there. “I’m not responsible for the stupid shit he does.”

Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest, both eyebrows raised dramatically as he gapes at you. “You both suck. From now on, you can make your own sexytime playlists.”

“Nobody even asked you to do that!” you cry.

“Yeah! Which makes me an even more considerate friend,” he says. “Ugh. Whatever. Go call Yoongi.”

“You want me to do it now?”

“Yes. Because I know you’ll wuss out when you’re alone. You can stay and put him on speakers for us to hear or you can go out into the hallway. Come on, chop chop.”

“No, I have to text him first,” you protest. “What if he’s busy?”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, but allows you this after a moment. “Fine.”

You take out your phone from your bag that’s lying carelessly on the floor to draft a quick message to Yoongi.

[12:59] You: got a minute?

The three of you go back to the food, abandoning the previous topic of conversation in favor of something lighter and meaningless or else you would go crazy waiting for Yoongi’s reply. After you’re finished, you and Taehyung are in the middle of putting away all the empty containers and soda cans when your phone buzzes again.

You go to grab it to look at the notification, hands already starting to sweat.

[13:17] Yoongi: for you? always :)

You turn back to the guys to find them already looking at you. Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively while Taehyung just stares at you.

“Time to get your whore on,” Jimin says in an exaggeratedly sultry voice.

You turn to Taehyung for help. “He’s bullying me.”

“Ignore him,” your best friend tells you gently. “Go call Yoongi.”

When you take your phone out into the hallway, you make sure to go to the far end of it, near the main entrance so the two dorks can’t eavesdrop. You’ll tell them everything once you come back anyway, but you don’t want them within earshot while you’re in the middle of it.

Yoongi picks up your call on the third ring. In the background, your ear picks up on some chatter.

“Hey, princess,” he greets you. Then he holds the phone away from his ear to tell someone that he’d be back in a bit.

“Hey,” you say. “Where are you?”

“Just at a fitting. I have an ad campaign to film next week,” he answers. “Did you call just to get my whereabouts?”

“No, I… If you’re busy, we can talk later.”

“We’re still in the middle of lunch break anyway. What did you want to talk about?”

You briefly regret not taking a minute to psych yourself up before. You suck in a deep breath, which eases your nerves for just a second, long enough for you to say, “Yes.”

You’re met with brief silence from the other end of the line, which only makes your palms more clammy than they already are.

“Yes?” he echoes confusedly. “Yes what?”

“Yes,” you say again. “To…”

The silence commences once more, and lasts longer than you think you can handle. Then, you hear him stop in the middle of a breath.

“Oh.” A subsequent chuckle in response to the lightbulb that must’ve been switched on. “To that?”

“...Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

It feels like you two have invented a secret language that nobody else could understand. A single syllable, bouncing off the metaphorical walls of your conversation. Two idiots sharing the same brain cell.

“Yes?” he continues to prod, but at this point, you know he’s just teasing you.

“Yes! God, stop making me say it again. We sound so stupid.”

He graces you with a hearty laugh that makes you fight back a sheepish smile, even though there isn’t a single soul in sight to witness it. Yoongi makes you so fucking shy for some reason. Your nerves dissolve momentarily as you lean against the wall, your index finger running along a crack in the paint.

“Hmm, I wish you would’ve told me this in person,” he says, his voice soft.

“I can’t handle you in person. You’d tease me so much.”

“Because you’re adorable when you’re flustered, that’s why.” He waits a second before adding, “You’re blushing right now, aren’t you?”

“You’re being overly confident, Min.”

“Maybe,” he responds easily. “But am I right, though?”

“Shut up.”

When Yoongi said he would cook for you, you almost gasped.

“You can cook?” you had asked. It wasn’t an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but you suppose you’d never given much thought to the hidden sides of him.

“Y/N,” he laughed then. “I’m a great cook. I could probably make a pretty decent career out of being a chef.”

“I didn’t know that,” you told him sheepishly.

“There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me.” It sounded like a promise. Like I’m willing to show you me. Like I’m willing to take the first step if you’d be in this with me too. “Does that sound like a good idea? You, me, dinner at your place?”

“My place?”

“Yeah, so you’ll be more comfortable. I’ll come over.”

This one simple gesture shouldn’t affect you that much, but it does. You appreciate that he’s considerate even when it comes to the littlest things. You swell with gratitude for the thought he puts into this, into putting your comfort first. It made you feel a bit better about yourself, calmed your stormy sea of thoughts enough to rationally accept the fact that he genuinely cares.

Regardless, it doesn’t stop you from spending most of the day obsessively cleaning your apartment. Even - and especially - your bedroom, although you’re sure that is not where the night will end. Every surface is spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found. It’s like the goddamn Pope is coming over for a house inspection.

You haven’t had a first date in… fuck, how long has it been now? Nine years? It’s almost been a fucking decade already? You honestly can’t tell if that’s embarrassing or not.

But you remember the last time.

College, freshman year, with Jungkook. His yellow piece of sticky note that he slipped inside your favorite book. His adorably flustered expression when he timidly stood in front of you in the campus library. The way he was trying so hard to be confident and charming throughout your first dinner together. How he ran back to you after saying goodnight.

No.

You shut your eyes and shake your head, warding off any Jungkook-related thoughts before they could send you spiraling. You can’t reminisce about your ex while waiting for someone else to show. Yoongi deserves better, and that’s what you’re trying to be.

You’re not exactly sure how nice you should dress tonight. Yoongi told you that you could be clad in sweats for all he cares. If the dinner didn’t hold any connotation other than platonic, maybe you would’ve really donned your loungewear like you were merely having Taehyung and Jimin over for pizza.

You’d completely forgotten all the things people worry about in the early stages of dating, when you want to impress the other person but don’t want them to think that you’re trying too hard.

Calm down. It’s just Yoongi. He’s seen you ugly crying with mascara running down your face, for fuck’s sake.

In the end, you opt for a sweater and a comfortable skirt. Casual.

Yoongi rings your doorbell about ten minutes later than when he said he’d be there, holding a bag full of groceries. The visual alone makes you bite back a giggle and subsequently fail. You believe this is what people would call husband material.

You take his coat and guide him into your home. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you say shyly, gesturing around as you lead him into the kitchen to show him where everything is. Why are you acting like this? This isn’t you. If Taehyung or Jimin could see you right now, they would probably laugh. Hoseok would straight up be rolling on the floor.

You barely breathe as you watch Yoongi take in his surroundings. It’s intimidating, even though you know it’s just Yoongi.

“I actually don’t know what I expected, but I like it. It’s very you,” he comments, smiling.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that it’s cute,” he says, throwing you a wink as he leans against your kitchen counter.

You avert your gaze immediately. “Oh… Thanks,” you reply, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “So, uhm, what are you making? How can I help?”

“Just sit down. I got this.”

“Yoongi,” you say his name in protest. “I want to h-”

“I’m trying to romance you here. Let me do that,” Yoongi says, his smile turning lopsided as he starts emptying the contents of his grocery bags. Even though his tone is light, the gentle reminder of tonight being a date shuts you right up.

You take a seat at your dining table, though you can’t really sit still. As Yoongi starts working, you absentmindedly talk to each other about your day, about his campaign, about Seokjin’s album. At one point, you get up to creep over to his side when the smell of whatever he’s making becomes more prominent. You try to peek at the pot, curious, but he just shoos you away by bumping his hip against yours.

When you give him a small pout, you pretend not to notice the way his eyes dart to your mouth. You retract yourself from his personal space, choosing a spot on the other side of your kitchen island, staring at his back as he works.

You watch him expertly navigate your kitchen like he’s been here before. When he’s finished, he makes you sit down, not even letting you help bring the food to the table.

“What is it?” you ask once he’s settled in his seat, everything plated in front of you.

“Kimchi jjigae,” he says, a proud look on his face. “My mom’s recipe.”

It’s endearing, and it makes you smile.

For the most part, Yoongi lets you eat in peace, though there’s still a couple of flirtatious comments here and there. Every time it comes, you bite down on your bottom lip to try and snap out of that daze before you cough, as if that would help tone down the colors adorning your face. There’s no verbal response from you, and it seems like Yoongi doesn’t expect one either, because he just chuckles. You think he must notice the palpable nervousness that radiates off of you, but it’s not like you’re doing a very good job at hiding it.

You’re taking baby steps and he knows it. The fact that you even agreed to this at all is already major progress.

When you’re done eating, he clears the table while he asks you to open the expensive bottle of wine that he brought over. It does wonders for your nerves.

Three glasses in and you’re visibly more relaxed as you both sit on the couch in the living room, facing each other. There’s a small smile on your face that you can’t help, maybe it’s some of your inhibitions wearing off as a side effect of the alcohol.

You glance around the room, and you take in the sight of Yoongi sitting here, this close to you. He feels bigger than your small world can handle.

“You know,” you start. If the wine didn’t make you more mellow, you probably wouldn’t be saying this. “There are thousands of people thirsting over you every day.”

Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass. “Really?”

“Don’t you look at the internet? I personally know two girls from college who are on the Yoongi Marry Me train,” you say matter-of-factly, like you aren’t borderline tipsy in front of him.

You aren’t an avid Twitter user, but every time you check the damn bird app, Yoongi is almost always trending. In every single one of his posts on social media, there is always an influx of comments asking him to marry them. Not only that, when word first got out about you collaborating with Agust D back then, people you knew - both old friends and acquaintances - practically bombarded your messages to see if it was true, and to ask if you could get them an autograph.

Yoongi stretches out his legs until they brush against yours. Your stomach flips even though it’s only your legs that are barely touching.

“The what train?”

“You seriously don’t know about the Yoongi Marry Me movement? Look it up. It’s a whole thing. People would do anything to, I don’t know, hold your hand or something.”

With an amused look on his face, he holds your gaze. “Would you?”

“What?”

“Would you do all of that just to hold my hand? Because you don’t have to, y’know.” He brings the wine glass to his lips, partially hiding his face from you, and you don’t know whether he’s doing it for your sake or his in preparation for the words he speaks next. “But I would do it to hold yours.”

You’re sure that your cheeks are burning bright, your stomach twisted in knots. It’s the wine, but it’s definitely the effect of his words too. You stare at Yoongi in surprise; no matter how many times he openly flirts with you, he’d still elicit the same reaction from you. It’ll be hard to get used to it. He just always seems to know what to say to make you blush like a schoolgirl, which you resent but you can’t deny the sparks of excitement that make your fingertips tingle.

Yoongi is smooth, and it’s even worse - or is it better? You haven’t decided yet - that you know he means every word he says. It makes you feel… wanted. It’s good to know that he’s being genuine, and to know that Yoongi isn’t the type of person who would ever pull the rug out from under you.

Yoongi is… stable.

You suppose, after everything you’ve been through, that stability is what you need. It’s good for you.

You try to swerve around the thoughts, to avoid them at all costs, but deep down you know now that they’re glaringly true.

That love is stored in two bags of groceries, so filled to the brim that some onions almost fall out. Love is stored in every flick of his wrist holding a knife, slicing the sharp blade across your cutboard. Clean cuts, yet he’s never this way when it comes to you.

Love is stored in a fond smile and adoring eyes when he sees how you cradle your expensive dishware like it’s a newborn baby before you set it carefully on the table.

Love is stored in a Yoongi-shaped silhouette, dancing over your countertops with practiced precision in every movement, filling in the cracks of your home. The love in him is reserved because you, like the moon when it crescents, still have a ways to go.

When he stands at your door an hour later with his coat in hand, you wait for him to speak first.

“Performance review?” he asks. “How did I do?”

“I… liked it. It was nice,” you say honestly. But you still feel the wine in your system, and it makes you bold enough to tease him for a change. “But it was my first date in a while, so it’s hard to tell if that opinion is objective.”

He rolls his eyes fondly. “Do I qualify for a second date then?”

You hum in thought, making him wait on purpose. “Yeah, I guess,” you say, feigning nonchalance, which earns you a hearty laugh.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asks, hopeful.

“Don’t know yet,” you answer, though you’ll probably end up going home and catching up on a kdrama. “Are you coming in tomorrow?”

“Just in the morning. I have a shoot in the afternoon.” He shifts to lean his weight on his other leg, tipping his body closer to you. “But I can pick you up after.”

“Yeah? And where would we go?”

Yoongi shrugs in earnest. “Just drive around? Grab a bite?” he thinks out loud, tilting his head slightly to one side for emphasis. “I could take you to that popup store you mentioned.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “You would stand in line with me to buy a novelty mug?”

“Pretty sure we wouldn’t have to stand in line if I gave them a call,” he says, grinning. “One of the perks of the job, y’know.”

“Must be nice,” you laugh, then shift to lean just a tad closer to him. You look at him for a brief moment before you agree, “Yeah, okay.”

You and Yoongi stand there at the door, each of you on either side of the threshold. This would be an appropriate moment for a kiss, you think. That explosive first kiss, if this were a movie. Exhilaration courses through your veins. You feel it from your head to the tips of your fingers to your toes. The feeling is rendering you a mere teenager again.

It’s exciting because it’s new. You have the entire book ahead of you, waiting to be written. At this point, anything could happen. You’re a blank canvas waiting to be drawn, a blank page hoping to be written.

Wait.

Back up.

A kiss?

A kiss?!

With Yoongi?

You’re thinking about kissing Yoongi?!

Fuck.

Fuck?!

It’s the wine.

Your thoughts knock against each other like bumper cars, echoing loudly in your brain that it almost gives you a headache.

You stay still as Yoongi leans down, your heart racing while your brain just keyboard-smashes. You can’t tell if you want him to kiss you or not, but when he only presses his lips against your cheek, you feel two emotions at once.

The first is disappointment, the second is relief. They press down on you with almost equal force, and you’re not really sure which one weighs heavier.

Baby steps.

You blink when he pulls away, and he just smiles fondly at you as if he can read your mind.

“Goodnight, princess.”

You watch him until he’s in the elevator, until the doors close and the lift descends. Even when you know that he must be on his way to his car and that someone else is making their way up, you stand there, with your hand loosely wrapped around the door handle, your breathing slightly erratic as you process what just happened.

Déjà vu?

It’s oddly reminiscent.

You’ve been here before.

Part of you thinks he’ll burst through the elevator doors, or rush up the stairs if the lift is occupied, and come back to grab your face and kiss you senseless.

He doesn’t.

Jungkook knows you’re probably waiting for Yoongi.

He’s seen Yoongi pick you up after work almost daily over the past couple of weeks, and it’s driving him insane. Even on the days that Yoongi comes to the studio during the day, the guy is all over you, so much so that he doesn’t even bother being a nuisance to Jungkook anymore, which just makes him a thousand times more insufferable.

Something is happening.

He can’t weasel shit out of Jimin anymore because Jimin has been especially tight-lipped after accidentally spilling Yoongi’s confession to you.

Because that should be him in Yoongi’s place. Or should he say his place, and Yoongi is just a placeholder. An imposter.

Because it used to be him that you smiled shyly at.

Jimin’s words have been plaguing his every waking hour since he was forced to hear them. If she wants to choose Yoongi, let her do that too. It feels like he’s rewinding all of your memories, retracing them with cautious fingers only to find that his every footstep is being erased to make room for someone else.

An abandoned dirt road, while you walk down a flower-filled path holding someone else’s hand.

Like you’re stamping him out.

Like he was never there at all.

Not only are you denying him a chance, you’re giving it to someone else. When he tries to move at someone else’s pace, all he gets is left behind.

It’s not about Yoongi; or at least, it’s not just about him. Yoongi doesn’t even really matter to Jungkook in this equation. It’s about what Yoongi represents. An idea of a person that Jungkook can never be.

A bigger life. A stable present and an even brighter future. Yoongi is everything better than him.

And that’s his own problem to deal with, not anyone else’s. At the end of the day, no one has to live with his insecurities but himself.

But still, he can’t help it. Whenever he sees you with Yoongi, his eyes burn. Please don’t let him take my place, he wishes every time, you’re the only good thing about me.

It’s jealousy, sure, of course it’s there.

But what if you realize what everyone else already knows? That Yoongi is better in every single way. That Yoongi is the person who really deserves you.

What if you start to see Jungkook the way he sees himself?

You hating him - despising him with every cell in your body - is a thousand times better than you deeming him unworthy.

“I talked to Jihyo,” he speaks up suddenly, when it’s only the two of you.

“Okay,” you answer, never taking your eyes off the page in front of you. You must have circled the words daisy a thousand times already, wracking your brain for anything that rhymes. “I don’t know why you’re telling me this, but good for you.”

At this point, you wonder if you should just avoid the studio for the time being. It’s empty here again. You resent Seokjin for drowning in concept photos. You resent Namjoon for leaving Jungkook here to fend for himself, but it’s only fair, because Namjoon was only supposed to give him a helping hand, not take over the whole thing. You even resent Yoongi a bit, for not being here right this second.

“I talked to her,” Jungkook says again, ignoring your sass. “She won’t give you a hard time anymore.”

This makes you look at him. You never asked him to do this. You never asked him to do anything. In fact, you have only ever implored him to sit still and leave things alone.

“She never gave me a hard time,” you say. Sure, you don’t appreciate being given the death glare first thing in the morning, but it’s not something that you can’t ignore. It doesn’t actively affect you, and the only reason Jihyo does it is because of Jungkook.

Because he broke things off with her?

Because he gives you more attention?

Ugh. Attention?

This is the stupidest and most childish thing you have had to think about in ages.

“You said she acts differently toward you.”

“And aren’t you the reason why?” you counter. “Because you two were fucking?”

Jungkook visibly winces at your words, like he did when you mentioned it the first time in the break room. You don’t mean to be snarky; you’re just stating the facts. They were hooking up.

You don’t harbor any ill will toward any of his past lovers, and that includes Jihyo. You know she doesn’t have anything against you either, at least not on a personal level because you don’t know each other well enough to do so. She’s just someone you pass by every day on your way to the elevator.

“So why did things end?” you ask just for the sake of it, since he was the one who brought it up. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious.

He hesitates for a moment. “She wanted something more and it wasn’t the same for me.”

It’s stupid that the tiny voice in the back of your head resurfaces, hoping that you were the reason why he couldn’t pursue things with another woman.

Jihyo isn’t you, that much is clear. You never asked for anything more from him, not once from start to finish. He was always the first one to pour love into you. It’s arguable which one of you loved the other more - maybe you loved each other equally, just in different ways - but it was a fact that Jungkook always took the initiative. He made the first move so you wouldn’t have to. He gave you the option to match his affection, and never have to worry about being left out to dry.

He took initiative, right until the very end.

You bite your bottom lip, then give him a curt response, “Okay.”

Your phone vibrates with a text from Yoongi but you don’t open it just yet. You look at Jungkook, who only looks back at you. His lips part slightly as he searches for the right words, or any word at all. It’s like you’re asking him to navigate a minefield when all he has to do is be honest. Even if he told you that he fell out of love with you, it wouldn’t be that bad. You would be hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t blame him. You would understand. It would be a reason.

Silence fills the room, save for the continuous tapping of your pen on paper.

He says your name, pleading. “I’m trying here.”

At Jimin’s party, Jungkook said you were someone important to him. You don’t doubt that he meant it, and that’s what infuriates you the most. You’re important, but he keeps running circles around you and making your head spin. You’re important, but everything he’s done makes you think that you’re the opposite. You’re important, just not important enough to get an explanation.

You know he’s genuine about everything he says, but that’s not enough. You can’t sustain yourself on just his words alone.

It’s another cycle of the same conversation, running over and over and over again. He’s reaching out but he’s holding back. You’re still getting nowhere. You don’t know how many times he has to make you ask this, only to not give you any clarity at all.

If there is a trait of Jungkook’s that you both love and hate at the same time, it is that he doesn’t know when to quit.

He texts you every day even when you don’t reply - one for good morning, and one for goodnight. He gets you a chai latte every day, which doesn’t do shit for your concentration because there’s not enough caffeine in it. He gets the door for you whenever you go into the same room together. He hounds your every waking moment. He makes sure that he’s the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thought that crosses your mind before you go to sleep.

I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

You suppose this is him, showing up again. In a lot of ways, it’s selfish. But it’s an effort too. Now your phone is full of meaningless messages that remain unread.

You barely glance at him. It’s routine at this point. He tries in ways that you don’t bother acknowledging anymore, because you figured that the best course of action is to let him wear himself out. When he has had enough of it, when he deems his efforts to be enough to absolve his guilt, he’ll stop. He has to.

But at what point does it stop?

At what point will you stop wanting to give in to him? Your mind rages wars with itself every time you feel his eyes on you, and you have to kill the urge to not turn your head and look at him too. At what point will you stop wanting to go to him and let him in again? At what point will you stop unconsciously making him a priority?

All of this, you supposed, is to say: Do you still love him?

You know that if you sit down and get to the root of it, you’ll find an answer you don’t like. Even in this moment, you want him to tell you just a fraction of the truth, because that would probably be enough to reel you back in.

Your own heart claws at your chest but this is how it has to be for a while. All you can do is take it one day at a time, gently nudge your heart in one direction like a child that needs to be goaded, until he doesn’t live on the forefront of your mind anymore.

Until someone else does.

“No, you’re not.” You stand up then, closing your notebook with more force than necessary. “If you’re really trying, then I wouldn’t still be wondering why I wasn’t enough to make you stay.”

Even then, you’re still hoping that he’d say something else. But when you’re only met with silence, the anticipated disappointment in you bubbles, boiling. His reluctance to clue you in makes it easier for you to decide.

There's someone else who's willing to give you things that you don't even need to ask for.

In your mind, it's clear who you should choose.

Jungkook clenches his teeth, holding his breath as he watches you shove your things into your bag. “Are you going home?” he asks after a minute.

You could say yes and let the conversation die a swift and simple death. But for some reason, you choose to kill it violently. You bite the inside of your cheek before you tell him, “I don’t know. Yoongi’s picking me up.”

The chagrinned look that takes over his features for a split second is one that you immediately catch. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure you know how he feels about this, or maybe you still have a way of reading him somehow. Regardless of what his face tells you, he doesn’t prod any further.

Your phone vibrates on the table, the sound ten times more thunderous amidst the silence that’s befallen the both of you. You don’t need to check the screen to know who’s calling, and neither does he. When you leave, the sound of your fading footsteps ricochets off the walls. It shoots right through him.

He hears every word of that conversation ringing in his ears then. He recalls that afternoon’s sunset; it was the most beautiful sunset he saw that year, despite the sun overhead mocking him with every magnificent glint of light. He sees the look on your face when his words finally register in your mind, the Oh moment when you understood what he was saying, when the smile you wore sunk helplessly to the floor because even though you knew that love had an expiration date, you hoped your love would be the exception.

That memory fades, only to be replaced by something much worse. He sits there with Jimin’s words, echoing in his mind, reverberating around the room.

Technically, you and Yoongi haven’t been on a second date. You think.

You’ve seen him almost every night since the dinner, when he picks you up at the studio. Sometimes, you two just drive around. Sometimes, you sit by the river in the cold, eating hot ramen cups and giggling over nothing. Sometimes, he just takes you straight to your home if he has a packed schedule the next day.

These days, you see Yoongi even more than you see Taehyung. Even though he hasn’t explicitly implied that any of these outings is a date, you know you aren’t hanging out as just friends anymore.

It feels good to be wanted. The feeling is reinforced tenfold because it’s been so long that it’s like you’re experiencing it for the first time in a new body, as a different person.

But even after all of that, you two can still go back to being friends like nothing ever happened. Because in a way, maybe nothing did happen. Maybe things have always been like this between you, the only difference is now you’re noticing the meaning behind his words and glances.

You two can still go back, because technically, no line has been crossed.

But tonight, something feels different. It’s colder, but Yoongi keeps you warm with all the looks he’s been giving you all night.

It feels like you’re both toeing that line right now.

You know that once you cross it, things can’t revert back to the way they were anymore.

You know that it will happen eventually, because Yoongi isn’t doing this just to half-ass it. He won’t back out, and he has made it crystal clear from the start.

Usually, this is the part where he tells you goodnight and you have to pretend not to freak out when he kisses you on the cheek in goodbye.

He takes a step closer, you take no step back.

“You know what I’m about to do, right?”

You do. You could say you’re even hopeful.

“I might have an idea…”

“Okay,” he says easily. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer. The way the corner of his mouth tugs upward tells you that he’s pleased, that you know what’s about to come and you’re letting it happen. Still, he asks, “Can I?”

You nod. That glowing sensation washes over you in waves.

“Words, princess,” he reminds you.

Your hands land on the lapel of his coat. “Yes, you can.”

He chuckles, and squeezes you a little tighter.

Then it happens.

The line you clumsily drew in the sand has been erased.

Yoongi is kissing you.

You’re kissing him back.

He’s soft and warm and he holds you like you’re delicate. His sincerity, you can feel it in his kiss, and it’s only a fraction of it. Regardless, there is still life that blooms this winter. Inside of you, small and fragile, but it’s there.

You sigh into his mouth, feeling completely limbless if not for him holding your body upright. One of his arms wounds itself tighter around your middle while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek more easily. Yoongi tilts his head further to one side to deepen the kiss. You feel something in his kiss that you have never heard in his words, something soft and pleading. Wanting but still contained. Out of fear that you might run away, perhaps? You can’t blame him though. You are a bit of a flight risk.

The wind dances past like a nosy bystander, pressing you further into him like it wants you to be more sure in the way you move, in how much of yourself you’re willing to give to him. Instead, the cold just makes you shiver.

When you break away, his hand on your face moves to hold the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t look half as flushed as you think you do, though his cheeks are slightly rosy.

Through a thin veil of clouds, the moon still shines down on his profile.

The chill in the air, the mesmerizing view of moonlight dancing across his features, and most of all, the way you’re still lost in the kiss, in the feeling of being wanted.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you up,” he says, after you stay silent for a beat too long, hooded eyes basking in the warmth of a heart chasing your own. You want to want him. You do want him, but there’s still something missing. It doesn’t feel entirely right, but for now, you try not to dwell on it too much. Just let it be. Maybe in time, that void will inevitably fill.

Yoongi holds your hand through the lobby and on the whole way up even if neither of you says anything, just shy glances in the elevator and bashful half-hidden smiles. You don’t invite him in once you get to your door - because an invite now insinuates something that you just aren’t ready for - but he does kiss you again. If the kiss you shared downstairs is a proper goodnight kiss, then this one means see you later and doesn’t last half as long, but it makes you tingle just the same.

He pulls back, only to dive in again, and again, and again, until one chaste kiss turns into five and you have to push him away with a giggle so you can breathe.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, eyes still set on your mouth. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Yoongi,” you say, a little breathily, like oxygen hasn’t sufficiently made its way into your lungs since downstairs.

He rests his forehead against yours. “You’ve never said my name like that before,” he sighs.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to kiss you again.”

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and pretend to consider this even though you know you would like to be kissed again. “Maybe I do,” you say after a beat, bravely. “Just one more.”

He gives you your final kiss of the night then, one that lasts a second longer than the others, like he’s trying to memorize how you taste.

You head in once Yoongi is out of sight. You lean your body against the door the second you snap the lock shut. You touch your lips lightly, reliving those moments again even though they happened mere seconds ago. You’re buzzing with excitement like a schoolgirl, every feeling coursing through your body all at once.

You’re familiar with this. It’s the stage right before every love song you listen to suddenly reminds you of that one person.

You go through your regular evening routine with a pep in your step, thanks to a certain person tonight. You take off your carefully applied makeup and take a nice, hot shower. You think the heat would help melt away the high that you’re riding - like you’ve had too much coffee to drink and now your senses are beyond heightened - but it doesn’t. Once you’re fresh and comfortable in your PJs, you still feel that jittery feeling seeping through your pores, keeping you awake. There’s a message from Yoongi that tells you he has made it home safely.

It’s still early, and you’re far too restless to go to bed. You decided to brew yourself a mug of chamomile tea, even though you don’t even like chamomile and you can’t remember why you even have it, but they say that apparently chamomile is good for sleep. You decide to take the mug into the living room to sort through your mini mountain of mail that should’ve been dealt with days ago.

Sitting underneath that pile of junk mail and letters addressed to the previous tenant even though you’ve lived here for nearly two years, is a cream-colored card addressed to you. The material feels smooth under your fingertips, like velvet if that’s even possible. Inside, there are two names - one you recognize and another you don’t - typed out in a fancy calligraphy font and encircled by pretty flowers, all pinks and whites and romantic.

The saccharine sensation associated with the thought of Yoongi dissipates instantly. Instead, your mind blanks, only to buzz to life again momentarily with a newfound sinking feeling dragging you down.

You suddenly realize that Jungkook hasn’t crossed your mind once tonight. Not until now. That crestfallen look in his eyes from the other night appears in your mind again, clear as day.

You are, quite literally, holding someone’s declaration of love and yet, it’s not joy that you feel, having been asked to join them on their special day.

You never thought you would see Jungkook’s family again - even though you always adored his parents and you felt that they loved you too - let alone receive an invitation to his brother’s wedding.

remember when y'all said u wanted a wedding?? well u didn't say whose wedding 😌

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cosmiles · 10 months

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𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒

➢ watching coryxkenshin with mha boys

note: yes i did do a whole hc based on this post

characters: midoriya, kirishima, bakugo, todoroki

content: fluff, crack, established gn relationships, coryxkenshin references

words: 0.3k

Izuku Midoriya introduces you to his channel. As a kid, he first found Cory from his Five Nights At Freddy's game play and has been a samurai ever since. He's literally so excited when you ask to watch with him. He will text you every time he posts, especially after a long break. Your new favorite dates consist of you binge watching Cory while curled up in the covers with him. Please wear the matching merch with him, it'll make his day.

Eijirou Kirishima becomes a fan because of you. He found you watching his puppet combo playlist and heard the switch the colors song. This instantly captivates his attention and he proceeds to watch every video Cory raps in. Eventually, he gets his friends hooked and constantly has one of videos on whenever you come over. He threw a party when Cory hit 10 million and then threw another when he announced he wasn't retiring. He's hooked now and there's nothing you can do about it.

Katsuki Bakugo midly dislikes him for no reason. When asked why, he'll just say, "He's just another extra who's trying too hard." But once you show him Cory's FNAF: Security Breach play through, he begins to like him, secretly. He finds it amusing when he rages or hates on characters like Monty, knowing he would do the same. He ends up finding Berleezy through him and likes him more. He'll still watch Cory with you but tries to convince you to be apart of the Eezygang.

Shoto Todoroki doesn't get the hype at first. Like why do you like this guy who screams, has random memes pop up, and flirts with the camera? It makes no sense. But once you show him Spooky Scary Sunday, he's binge watching everyday. Faithfully wears the SSS hoodie every Sunday, no matter if Cory posts or not. He becomes highly invested in the storyline and will debrief with you his conclusions and findings. And you eat it up and nod each and every time.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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Late Prom Night (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

This is long, so grab something to eat and drink and make yourselves comfortables

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver @wenvierismycomfort @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo

Thanks to the fact that Jack just finished filming his new movie last week he was back in town, which meant make up for the time they were separated (except for the birthday weekend and the TS concert)

The gym dates every morning were also back, so after Jack picked you from your house in his car, both of you entered the gym greeting Josh, Hayley and baby Rogue to start streaching for the workout of the day

"Y/N, thirty minutes in the treadmill", Hayley instructed next to you, "The first ten minutes at velocity three, the next ten at five, and the last ten at seven, understood?"

"Absolutely", you nodded

Placing your phone, water bottle and towel in the small table next to you, you configured the treadmill to start with your workout, at the same time that yours and Jacks workout playlist started to sound throught the speakers

While you were focused on the first part of your routine, you couldn't ignore how your phone started to sound with a lot of notifications of messagges, which you asumed they were from the groupchat with Jakob and Naiia

After finishing with the treadmill, you took a big sip of water and grabed your phone to see a lot of messages from your old high school group

'This is weird', you though while frowned, the group was dead since the graduation

Openning the group chat, you were quick to notice a lot of excited text along with gifs, stickers and memes making you smile in fun, until you saw a flyer

"You've got to be kidding me", you murmured

"Are you okay?", Jack asked aproaching you

"Remember how I didn't had a prom because of covid and ended up graduating via zoom?", you asked at which Jack nodded in response, "Well, the school is making a dance for us in two weeks"

"I would say that sounds cool, but based on what you told me about your high school experience I don't know exactly what to say"

Smiling with sweetness bacause of what he said, you were quick to tangle your fingers in his hair, which caused Jack to put his head in your shoulder

"So, what are you going to do?", Jack questioned

"I don't know, I mean I hope the two years of quarantine helped some people to be better", you rambled, "But I still friends have from there who I rarely talk lately and it will be nice to see them in person again"

"In that case, what's the veredict?"

"We are going to that dance"

"Yes!", Jack exclaimed rasing his hand for a high five which you did, "Is there a theme?"

"Hollywood Extravaganza", you responded looking at the flyer, "Babe, this is our theme"

"We are going to be the best dressed", Jack nodded

"Guys, we are happy that you're having a prom night", Josh interrupted, "But we still have to finish the training"

Laughing a little, you and Jack shared a small kiss before continuing with your routines

When Jack said to be the best dressed, you didn't expected to see two designers from the Armani team in your doorway, and even more surprised when they started to fill the dinner table with books with designs and fabric samples

"Dad, what the hell is happening?", you murmured next to him, both with cups full of coffee

"First, don't say bad words in my presence", Skeet said in the same low tone making you smile in fun, "Second, I don't know"

"Y/N", one of them called interrupting the little conversation, "We are ready to start"

Sharing a glance with your dad you aproach the table to sit in front of them, while Skeet went to his office

"We can see the confussion in your eyes, so here it goes the explanation", the other one spoke, "First, we loved to work with you and Jack for the looks for the LA premier of Avatar, and his stylist called us a few days ago about asking for some options of suits for a prom dance, and we instantly asked for you, about what you were going to wear"

"That explains why the other day Jack called me for a second asking me that", you joked making them laugh

"After he told us that you didn't even started to look for outfits, we decided to pay you a surprise visit", the first one continued, "Armani is going to dress you both, so, is there a theme?"

"Hollywood Extravaganza", you nodded

"This is perfect", one of them commented, "You are a legacy child and VFX artist in the making and Jack is a rising star"

Starting with the meeting, they show you some haute couture and ready to wear which none of them catched your attention even if they were beautiful, so the next option was to do something custom made

During the next hour, the three of you spend the time making different designs acording to the theme and looking at the fabric samples, until one of them was the chosen one

"You are going to shine with this dress", one of the designers commented making you smile, "Before we start taking your measurements, we need to disscus the shoes for the lenght of the dress, do you have any that can go with the dress, if isn't the case we can also provide them?"

"I have a pair of black Aevitas that Camila Mendes and Lili Reinhart gave me this Christmas", you answered, "The ones with the 15.5 cm heels"

"They perfect, those are kinda like universal shoes, they go with everything", the other designer said, "Can you bring them so that way we can start with the measurements?"

Nodding, you were quick to go to your room and take the shoes and return to the living room to continue with the dress making process

When the day of the dance arrived, your living room was full since early in the morning with your dads stylist who were also yours arrived to get you ready for the night, starting with some facials to get your skin ready and get your nails done during noon

At lunch time, Jakob and Naiia arrived with food for everyone before starting with the hair and make up

"Look at you, getting all glamed for your prom dance", Naiia joked sitting next to you while the team started with their work, "By the way, the dress is beautiful"

"Thank you", you smiled in response

"So, how do you feel going this late to your prom?", Jakob asked eating french fries

"It's only like year and a half later but a little nervous", you answered with sincerity, "I don't know, I haven't seen any of them in person since the pandemic started"

"And now you are returning in your way to be succesful, and with a boyfriend that we all love, and both dressed in Armani", Jakob said, "Let's hope that that girl Kira has changed in these years"

"Amen", you and Naiia exclaimed

A few minutes later, the front door was knocked which made Skeet leave his spot on the dinning room to attend, returning two minutes later with a big floral arragement

"Tornado, this is for you", Skeet announced leaving it in the center of the dinning table

"Oh my God, they are so beautiful", you exclaimed streching your hand to take the note attached to them reading the envelope, "It's from Jack"

Happy prom night gorgeous! I'm so happy that we get to do this together

I can't wait to see you in a few hours

Love, Jack

Smiling because of the sweetness of his words, you took your phone to send him a text thanking him the flowers, before taking a photo of them and uploading it to your instagram stories tagging him

"I don't know where are going to put them", Jakob commented, "This isn't the Kardashians household"

Thanks to that comment, you, Naiia, Skeet and the rest of the glam team started to laugh

"We are not the Kardashians", Naiia said still laughing

"We should have our own reality show", you joked, "Keeping up with the Ulrichs"

"Screaming with the Ulrichs sound better", Skeet pointed

Keeping with the little jokes and conversations, the hours spend quickly until the front door was knocked again, when your make up in dark blue and silver colors with your nude lipstick and hair styled like Gigi Hadid in the 2018 MET Gala were ready, and again, Skeet went to answer the door this time returning with Jack (who was completely ready) and Anna

"Hi, beautiful", Jack greeted sitting next to you taking your hand, "You look absolutely gorgeous"

"You look handsome as well", you responded smiling, "I love the flowers, they're beautiful"

"I'm glad you loved them"

"Guys, sorry for interrupting the moment", one of the stylist spoke, "But we have to get you dressed right know, but the shoes are going first"

"Okay", you nodded

With the help of the girl who did your nails, you put on the high heels adjusting the straps in your ankles in a way that they don't feel loose before walking to the makeshift dresser in the living room with Naiia and two more styilist to help with the dress and gloves

Once everything was put in place with the outfit, you along with the little crew came out of the makeshift dresser getting instant reactions for everyone

While the glam team put the silver earings and a small and simple silver chain style choker (one of Bailey's gifts for your birthday), the Armani photographers started to take photos of Jack to post later on Instagram, then it was your turn with the whole outfit, and last of both of you, and they were lucky to have two serious photos because after that, the rest were doing funny faces and silly poses

Lastly, before leaving, family photos were taken which ended up being funny because your dad and siblings were basically in pajamas

After a twenty minute car ride, your old school was in sight, also noticing some students of your generation in the entrance

"I haven't been here since march 2020", you sighed while Jack drove towards the entrance were a red carpet was placed, "It feels weird and nostalgic"

"Are you comfortable with this?", Jack asked before stepping out of the car

"Totally", you nodded, "Besides, as you said, we are the best dressed"

Kissing your gloved hand, Jack got out of the car which caused a reaction in some of the ex-students because they didn't expected to see one of the young actors of the moment in there, and they were more surprised when he opened the passenger side streching his hand to help you get out of the car and helping to fix your dress, while one valet went to park the car

Interwining hands, both of you started walking throught the carpet to the inside of the school towards the gym

"Y/N!"

You heard someone screaming your name, which caused both of you to turn in that direction

"Sarah!", you exclaimed with excitement

Happy to see one of your friends in person after months, you almost run towards her which ended up in a hug, while Jack stayed a few steps behind smiling

"I thought that you wouldn't come", Sarah said breaking the hug but still holding your hands, "That dress is amazing"

"I contemplate about coming or not, believe me", you laughed, "Your dress is also amazing, and I want to introduce you to someone"

Being his cue, Jack stepped closer taking your waist

"This is Jack, my boyfriend", you introduced proudly, "Jack, this is my high school best friend Sarah"

"Nice to meet you", Jack smiled with a hand shake

"It's nice to see my best friend happy", Sarah responded watching your face, "Let's go to the gym, almost all our group is in there"

Interwining your free arm with hers and Jack now holding your small purse, the three of you walked towards the gym now decorated as if it was from an award ceremony

"This remind me of the Critics Choice", Jack commented

"But with more space between tables", you joked remembering how small the space was

"One of you has to invite me to a future premiere or event", Sarah spoked with fun, "I want to experience that world"

"Dude, you went with me and my dad to the season one premiere of Riverdale", you pointed with fun

"Yeah, in 2017", she reminded

Laughing, the three of you continue walking throught the gym until a table with familiar faces for you and Sarah, ending in an excited reunion with hugs and meetings, before taking seats

"Dude, I'm going to be honest with you", Noah, another friend of the group spoke towards Jack, "I was scared of you in Scream"

"Thanks, I guess", Jack laughed with his arm in the back of your chair

"You went all psycho killer", Abby, one of the girls of the group said, "Y/N, you nailed your five second cameo, I actually went to see the movie multiple times just to spot you"

"Abby, I love you, you are the sweetest", you said with sincerity, "So, what is everyone doing?"

"Studying fashion design in New York", Scott said

"Training to be a cast member at Disneyland", Abby continued

"Studying law at Standford", Sarah spoke

"Gamer in twitch", Noah finished, "What about you?"

"Practicing to be a VFX make up artist", you answered proudly

"She is awesome at that", Jack exclaimed showing some of your early works making you blush, "Like, this looks so real"

Before anyone of your friends could say something, one of your former classmates stopped by the table interrupting the conversation

"Y/N, hi!", Diana greeted at what you get up from your chair to hug her since she was polite and friendly during your school years, "I'm so happy you are here"

"I'm also happy to be here, I missed you girl", you responded breaking the hug

"Me too, I'm glad that you changed your mind and actually came", Diana smiled making confussion in you and your group, "See you around"

Waiting until she was far, you turned facing your group

"First Sarah told me something similar, now Diana", you pointed taking a seat in your chair, "What the hell is happening?"

With a hand signal from Scott everyone inclined in a way to be closer and listen

"I heard from Irma, who heard it from Daniel, who heard it from Bethany, that Kira said that fame just got to your head and you felt superior to any of us", Scott explained leaving you shocked, "Kira actually tweeted it"

"Is she fucking for real?", you yelled-murmured, "I'm not the egocentric one, she is"

"She has always been ridiculous and jealous of you", Abby pointed, "Like, starting rumours about you is pathetic"

"Here is the tweet", Noah gave you his phone with the tweet on screen

Recieving the phone you read the tweet that only had two likes, but what caught your attention was the username

Leaving the phone on the table you reached your phone which was on one of Jack's jacket pockets unlocking it to enter to your saved tweets

"I thought you quit them for there", Jack frowned looking at the hate tweets from two months ago

"I forgot to do it", you responded finding the ones with the user name, "For context, two months ago I found hate tweets towards me, some of them were from the user name ReginaGeorgeHeir"

"That's Kira's username", Sarah exclaimed

"Yeah, two of them were 'she isn't that pretty' and 'she's a nepo baby, you know how they are'", you read with anger in your voice

"Fucking bitch", Noah exclaimed noticing movement at the entrance, "Speaking of the devil"

Hearing that sentence, the six of you turned towards the entrance of the gym to watch how Kira and her minion Bethany entering

"Wait, that dress looks familiar", you pointed with narrow eyes

"I think is the same one that you wore to the Los Angeles premier of Avatar", Jack said remebering were he had seen it

"More like a dupe", Abby commented

"Girl, if you want to let go your Billy Loomis side on her we won't blame you", Sarah spoke in your direction, "We will help you hide the body and be your alibis"

"And if they ask where we were, let's say we where at econ", Jack joked, "It worked for me"

After that reference joke, your whole table started to laugh incontrolable gaining the attention of people next to you, including from the mean duo

"I give you an advice", Scott talked after the laughs calmed, "First, what are you wearing?"

"Custom Armani", you answered

"Girl, you already won the one sided battle", Scott continued, "I mean, your dad is an icon, you are starting to gain more fame of your own, you are wearing Armani to your prom, you and Jack are the IT young couple of the moment, Kira is the girl who peaked at high school and stayed mean because is everything she has"

"Scott, is right", Sarah nodded, "So let's forget about her and have some fucking fun!"

Agreeing with her, the six of you continued to talk and update about everything, taking pictures, even the boys imitated Jacks "chad face" for some pictures, doing tik toks and sharing the snacks the school provided

When people started to fill the asignated dance floor, your group did the same founding a spot for the six of you

During the next hour and a half, the time was spent dancing the popular songs of the moment that the DJ played and having fun with each other, until a slow song "Love On The Brain" by Rihanna started to sound causing the couples in there to start dancing slowly

"Are you having fun?", Jack asked with his arms circling your waist

"Lots", you smiled with your arms around his neck, "I'm glad that we came"

"Me too", Jack smiled in returned, "And your friends are really cool"

"I think they like you more than they like me", you joked making him laugh

"I actually think that they are testing me to see if I'm good for you"

"You are perfect for me"

Following that small conversation, both of you shared a small kiss that was followed with smaller ones accompanied with giggles from both of you

A few more slow songs followed after the music was stopped causing everyone to look at the stage were Kira was taking a microphone and Bethany was standing in the corner behind her

"Don't tell me she's going to do a speech", Noah groaned

"Hi everyone!", Kira exclaimed

Hearing her voice made your group (and some other people in there) groan in silence

"It's so nice to see everyone here in person", Kira continued with a fake smile, "Like we all look so expensive with our dresses and suits, so as former student president I'm honnored to give a little speech, first of all, I'm so happy to see that every one of you is being succesful, some in college, some working, some having personal bussiness, others taking advantage of parents fame"

"Someone shut her up", you murmured making your group to hold back the laughs

Unfortunately, she heard that thanks to the silence in the room noticing your group a few meters from the stage

"Y/N Ulrich!", Kira exclaimed which made all the heads to turn in your direction including a light from the stage focusing in the six of you almost blinding your group, "So happy to see that your fame didn't stop you from being here with your friends and your famous boyfriend"

"Yeah, I'm not happy to see you ReginaGeorgeHeir", at the moment you said that phrase her face fell, "I know you were one of the people who send hate tweets towards me two months ago"

"I don't know what your talking about", Kira laughed nervously

"Wasn't you the one who tweeted 'she isn't that pretty'?", Abby exclaimed reading her phone

"Or 'she's a nepo baby, we know how they are'?", Scott continued

"It was a little joke", she tried to minimized the situation but you already were walking to the stage with Jack behind you

"It's not funny to bully someone, online or in person", you replied starting to climb the stairs with the help of Jacks hand on your waist and holding one of your hands, "Thanks babe"

"Anytime, gorgeous", Jack nodded staying in the gym floor

"Okey, I tweeted that", Kira admited rolling her eyes, "But everyone was doing it, I just jumped in"

"It's wrong to do that", you claimed, "You bullied me for years in person until you knew who my dad was, and it was because you saw him on Riverdale, and tried to be my friend after years of torture, that's hypocrite, and you and Bethany also torture a lot of us during school years, and know you claim to be happy to see us?"

"You need to chill", Kira replied not knowing what to say, "And if I were you, I would use my dad connections to be succesful as an actress, not singer because your voice is horrible"

"There is the bitch, and your voice is also horrible, well, all your personality is horrible", you spoked causing all the ex-students to cheer, "Fuck, it feels good to finally say this!"

"You know all this that you said people are going to twisted make you seem like the bully, right?", Kira tried to intimidate

"Actually not, I'm live on instagram!", one of your former classmates yelled with his phone up, "1,504 people are seeing this"

"See, I'm not the only one in here that you bullied", you shrugged

"So what, you are going all ghostface on me?", Kira joked

"I mean, people callme the 'Ghostface Princess', my dad was a ghostface, my uncle Matthew was a ghostface, my boyfriend was a ghostface, it wouldn't be weird", you threatened now close to her face, "Boo"

Even if that was a whispered word, she still jumped in fear a little causing everyone to laugh at her

Smiling because she now felt how it was, you started to walk to the stairs taking the hand that Jack was holding to help you

"Oh", you exclaimed turning to look at her, "Nice dupe dress"

"It's original, idiot", Kira argued trying to gain the situation

"It isn't, I know it because I wear the same dress in december, to the Los Angeles premier of Avatar", you smiled, "The original has higher neckline"

"I had it to do some changes"

"It's actually a 2009 Giorgio Armani, basically an archive piece, those are only borrowed, which means no drastical changes can be done"

Smiling and feeling powerful, you and Jack walked with your hands interwined followed by your friends who soon joined you while the rest of ex-students laughed at Kira and Bethany

jackchampion, naiia, madelyncline, and 97, 216 more

yn.ulrich succesful prom night

tagged jackchampion, sarah_woods, abbycutie, not.scott.disick, noahtwitch

jackchampion I said it before, but I'm glad we get to do this together

› yn.ulrich I love you

› jackchampion I love you more

not.scott.disick thank you mom and dad for taking us for a snack after prom

› jackchampion anytime my child

madelame shine my baby, you deserve it

› yn.ulrich thank you favourite red

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #jack champion imagine #jack champion scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #scream #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry x reader #jack champion fluff

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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year

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What’s it like working in a male-dominated environment where everyone is between the ages of 17 & 24? I’m so glad you asked.

“Hey, how do I professionally tell [district manager] this ain’t it, Chief?” - my 19yr old site manager

“Bug race. Bug race. Bug race. Bug race.” - this chant went on for 40 minutes while they scoured for bugs to race in a maze they’d built

“Is my [literally anything] supposed to do this? {proceeds to show themselves doing something that they definitely should not be able to do} It kinda hurts when I do.”

[random screaming]

“What would happen if I ate this?”

{new guy tries to be chivalrous and hold the door for me} “dude, why’d you do that?”

“Because gentlemen hold the doors for ladies?”

“Man, she ain’t a lady. She’s Maggie. Doesn’t count.”

“Pulp fiction isn’t even a good movie.” - this got me kicked out of the group chat for three weeks

In the group chat: [monkey meme] [monkey gif] [monkey stock photo] [monkey trivia fact] [monkey video] [link to monkey video on YouTube] “munky munky”

“Maggie, my girl is mad at me and I can’t figure out why.”

“are you asking her bc she’s a girl?”

“No dude, I’m asking her bc she’s smarter than us.”

“I don’t think I’m straight. Have you seen Ryan Reynolds? Yeah… I don’t know anymore.”

“Did you know the new soap dyes your hands Barbie pink?” [holds up bright pink hands] cause I just found out!”

[more on the previous one] “bro that’s not Barbie pink, that’s fuschia!”

“No it’s not!” {argues back and forth before new guy joins in}

“I think it’s more of a periwinkle.”

“Bro, periwinkle is a purple. Have you never looked at a color before in your life?”

[random projectile flies past my head] “shit! Incoming!”

[random push-up contest]

“Do you think my dog knows I would die for her?”

“You guys know when [vague hand movement] just kinda [even vaguer hand movement] and you just [weird and vague hand movement]?”

“Bro, yes.”

“What were you listening to in your car when I pulled up?” [proudly] “the cheetah girls, bro!”

“Do you think I could take a badger in a fight?”

[random period of absolute silence that either lasts forever or is ended by a random scream]

[someone finds a stick] “you shall not pass”

“You are what you eat, right?”

“Bro what? We’re talking about baseball.”

After the entire staff had heard about me making friendship bracelets for the Taylor Swift concert, I had 4 (out of 6) of them ask me to make them one.

“Do you ever just [like two minutes of complete silence], ya know?”

“I don’t think meeting God could even compete, dude.” - I have no context for this statement

“Sometimes, I just [heavy sigh] and sometimes it’s enough.”

“I need new songs to scream in my car.” [shows them Cruel Summer and DBATC by Taylor Swift] “Dude, make me a playlist. I need more songs like these!”

[loud clattering] “Oh shit. Don’t tell, [manager].”

Manager : “what’d you break?”

“Who decided our company mascot should be a pigeon?”

Manager gives vague answer about corporate and how we’re a car wash so it makes sense.

“Well, they’re dumb. I think our mascot should be a racecar.”

“Do you think I would get workers comp if I had a mental breakdown?”

“No.”

“Damn. Imma reschedule it for my day off then. Hey, [manager], can I have two days off back to back next week?”

“Do I get commission for the customers I scare away?”

“That’s the opposite of how commission works.”

“Well, I’m up to three today.”

[random old guy makes a comment about how women shouldn’t try to do a man’s job] “dude, acting like a dick doesn’t make yours any bigger.”

“Does anyone wanna watch Barbie’s Princess and the Pauper with me on Tuesday?” [everyone said yes] - we’re going to see the new Barbie movie together for “team bonding”

“Did you know that if you do this [proceeds to do some weird flippy thing that makes him fall], you can bruise all your ribs at the same time?”

After seeing a video of Taylor Swift diving into the stage at the Eras Tour : “dude, it’s a really good thing she’s a singer and not a swimmer because that was a bellyflop.”

“Wait. Is Hozier a lesbian?” - I have no context for this question

“If I was a worm, you guys would still play COD with me right?”

“No. We’d lose.”

“We could team up against him and beat his worm-ass!”

“Shit yeah! Then yes.”

[random dancing]

“I wanna jump in that puddle…”

“then jump in it?”

“Ok bet” [spends the last five minutes of his shift splashing in a mud puddle]

“Dude, my [12 year old] sister just got dumped by her boyfriend, what do I do?”

“Take her on a date, dude. I take my sisters out all the time because they should know how a dude should treat them.”

[random trauma dumping] “but yeah, lmao, right?”

Me: [chillin] [randomly gets picked up and carried] - this is an action I have approved, it is both hilarious and fun

“Don’t be weird about it, bro.”

“I’m not gunna be weird about it, bro.” [proceeds to be absolutely weird about it]

“What’s your favorite candy?” [tells them] [receives a two pound bag of my favorite candy the next day] “I’m sorry I yelled at you last week.”

[after he was invited to a party with drugs & alcohol] “My therapist said I shouldn’t do that anymore. It’s shit for my mental health.”

“Okay, bro. We can just play COD instead.”

[randomly tackling each other in the grass]

“Dude, I love you so much, bro. You’re an awesome guy to be friends with.” [proceeds to smack each other back and forth for like three minutes straight]

[complaining about how his seven-month-old is going through a sleep regression and he hasn’t slept more than two hours in a week] “dude, that sucks. I can ask my mom for tips, if you want?”

[random video clip sent in group chat] “wait, Maggie don’t watch that” [watches it anyways] “bro, that’s a video of you and your cat playing peek-a-boo, why couldn’t I watch that?” - I never got a response

[quiet giggling] manager: “what are you doing?”

“Nothing!” - they were hiding his clipboard

“Bro, Taylor Swift probably wrote a song about it.”

“That was literally so homophobic, it’s homoerotic.”

[in the group chat] “Y’all, I have news.” [all but one person responds asking about it] “I wanna wait until everyone responds” [four hours later, the last person responds asking about it] [ten minutes of silence] “oh, yeah. I’m gay.” - this man has been out for over a decade. Everyone already knew. This was not news.

[random tiktok link] [random tiktok link] [random tiktok link]

“Does anyone know how to use epilepsy?”

“Epilepsy? The seizure thing?”

“No the three dots.”

“Bro, that’s ellipsis.”

“I thought that was the exercise machine.”

“No, that’s an elliptical.” - I know this is a tiktok trend now, but this entire conversation was dead serious

“Do I need to go to the hospital if I got bit by a squirrel?” [everyone yells at him to go to the ER] [someone asks how he got bit by a squirrel] “I wanted to know if they were as fluffy as they look.” - he has confirmed that they are, indeed, as fluffy as they look but you most certainly should never attempt to pet a squirrel

“Bro look at this” [picture of something brutal and gory] “isn’t that cool?”

“I think I could be a professional driver.”

“Didn’t you break your axel by hitting a curb?”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t drive.”

#boys will be boys #boys will be bugs #I love them #they’re so stupid #there’s never a dull moment with them #i never know what to expect when they start talking #every day they get weirder #I love my job #my boss is literally only older than the 17 year old #everyone is older than him except our high schooler

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Epilogue

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut, praise, car sex, oral f receiving, p in v, fingering, making out, smut, dirty talking, a little angst from reader's dad, fluff, hurt/comfort, love, happy ending.

Word Count: 11.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fourteen

Matt holds his breath, standing as they wait for the Judge to take her seat at the Bench. He hears Bucky open and close his fist rapidly.

“Barnes.” Matt whispers to remind him to not be nervous they had this in the bag.

“I know…” Bucky takes a steadying breath.

“I know, I feel it too, Barnes.” Tony mutters.

“You may be seated.” The Honourable Judge Ramonda speaks, her voice clear and powerful. There is a rush of sounds as everyone takes their seats.

“We have observed this trial and several branches of its tree. This trial took us to two countries. Involving several misdemeanours and even the usage of a firearm. The jury has deliberated for the entirety of the assigned two days due to the volume of the case load.” She gazes across the courtroom.

“Jury, do we have a verdict?” Ramonda gazes at the jury panel, as a man stands.

“Yes, Your Honour.” He says, gulping nervously.

“Alright. Let us begin in the case of the intellectual property stolen from Mr. Anthony Stark and without patent production of the stolen bionic device the accused are Justin Hammer and Elmore Beck.”

“The Jury finds them guilty on all counts your honour.” The man reads from the paper.

Tony and Bucky breathe slightly easier.

“In the case of Elmore Beck and the embezzlement of 75.4 Million US Dollars across 15 countries?”

“Guilty on all counts.”

Matt breathes easier.

“In the case of Mr. Quentin Beck using a firearm on Mr. James Barnes.”

“Not guilty.”

Bucky purses his lips as your gasped, “What?” reaches his ears. He turns to look at you shaking his head.

“They considered it self defence.” Matt mutters, Tony scoffs, earning a pointed glare from the Judge.

“In the case of Quentin Beck being involved in the financial embezzlement?”

“Not guilty.”

“In the case of Quentin Beck coercing Mr. Brock Rumlow?”

“Guilty but your honour, the jury would request his sentence be lessened as it is evidenced he was being abused by his father, since childhood, we think he was forced to put his name into this entire ordeal.”

All eyes move to Quentin, who on cue begins to shake his shoulders and has to have his own legal team quietly console him.

You look at the Judge, her expression impassive.

“We shall consider the Jury’s request.” She announces.

You bury your head in your hands. Bucky gazes back at you, he knew this was not the outcome you wanted. Nor did he, but he knew Beck would weasel his way out of the case. It was all decided on the fated day in the office.

“Ms. Sharon Carter for supportive coercion?” The Judge gazes back at Sharon.

“Guilty.” The Jury informs, Sharon bursts into tears.

You look back up at Bucky, the Judge’s voice fades as his blue eyes greet yours, silently providing support to each other. Matt taps his shoulder, Bucky faces forward. Tony gazes back apologetic.

You dare to look at Beck, who gives you a smirk and a wink. You glare at him, turning away tuning into the Judge assigning the years to the crimes. When it comes onto Quentin’s one guilty count. Your heart breaks as she says six months.

Justin and Elmore are led out in handcuffs first. Followed by Sharon, Quentin is held back.

The courtroom erupts into chaos, there is a flurry of reporters wanting to get one final comment. A bite of content. Tony’s security head, Happy Hogan enters to lead you all safely outside, in tow with more security.

You move from the seats as Bucky waits for you before everyone continues walking. A harsh tug pulls you back. Bucky stumbles with you as your hands were intertwined.

“You’re going to regret choosing him, little princess.” Quentin Beck sneers, you pull your arm away from his harsh grip.

“I think you should understand and grasp that I am happy with my James. My only regret is ever allowing you to hurt me.”

Bucky steps in front of you, “Beck, back off. You were given your judgement. Respect it.”

You grab onto Bucky’s arm, he gazes down at you.

Quentin moves quickly, hand raised,

“Bucky!” You warn, trying to pull him back, his hand leaves yours and the punch is held inches away from Bucky’s face.

The officer swiftly grabs Quentin’s free hand pulling him back.

“I am warning—,” Quentin is tugged away before he can say more.

Bucky turns cupping your cheek, “I’m so sorry, Doll. I’m going to make sure he doesn’t ever try to get close to you again.” he promises, gaze moving to your arm, he breathes easier as he realises the fucker didn’t hurt you.

You cup his palm with your own, “I’m okay, just, just, want to go home.” Bucky nods, looking up to Happy who is speaking to the officers and is making sure Beck’s behaviour is added onto the list of things he has done.

Once you are led out into the hallway, Matt leads you all to a smaller conference chamber.

“Press is outside and scavenging for something.” He says, hands resting on his hips.

“We’re trying to have the cars be there and have you all just be moved safely, however, do not engage, make statements. Also you will be lead to Stark Industries HQ and then free to go home.” Happy explains.

“Your addresses have been sealed, but incase there is a leak please let me know, I will arrange the necessary formalities.” Matt nods as everyone mumbles out an affirmative response.

Bucky places a protective arm around you, as he guides you down the steps, there is a flurry of flashes and shouts as you all make it to the lined SUVs with tinted windows. You find yourself pressing more into Bucky’s side, his voice somehow even as a whisper is loud among the crowd.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, just a few more steps. Doll, you’re doing well, focus on me okay?”

You don’t understand why you find yourself overwhelmed even as you sit in the SUV. Bucky makes sure to have you tucked into his side.

“You okay there?” His brows furrow with worry.

“I, I just feel overwhelmed.” You admit, gazing up at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be better if I had you with me.” He cups your cheek, biting his lip with more worry, “Fuck, Doll, I’m so sorry.”

“Bucky, this it isn’t your fault.” You shift the partition between the driver and your seats was up and you really, really wanted to be near him.

“But—,”

“Bucky, no, just, no, this is not on you. Do you understand? I think the crowd and what happened inside threw me off. I have you, I feel better, thank you for getting me through that.” You push off your shoes, moving to straddle him. Fingers running through his hair as he gazes up at you.

You knew this look intimately, the way he ran his eyes all over you, the way his palm would follow, cataloging every part of you. Even a hair out of place wasn’t missed by his observation. You were subjected to this gaze even on video-calls that had gaps between them, it was his way of making sure for himself if you were okay.

“Bucky,” The warmth of your thumb brushing over his cheekbone brings him back to you, he nods.

“I’ve thought about it you know.” Bucky knows what he’s doing, he shifts his hips, you bite your lips.

“Ab-about what?” You’re acutely aware of his thumb brushing over the sweet spot upon your neck.

“What it would be like, to have my pussy squeezing my cock in a car.” His pupils dilate, tongue moving over his bottom lip, “How you would have to bite down on my skin to stop your pretty little moans. Fuck, Doll.”

Bucky groans as you grind down on him, his words turning you needy by the second.

“How long?” You question, fingers playing with the button of his shirt, you were wearing pants and—, “About twenty minutes away.” Bucky informs you, thinking of how would you pull this off.

All his thoughts fly out the window when your lips press fervent against his own. Your lips are haven and Bucky lets himself drown in the taste. His palm on your ass tightens, squeezing the flesh as a speed-bump has you both moan in the kiss.

You shift back as Bucky undoes the button on his pants, the deep navy suit sending you into overdrive now that you’re finally taking it in, you shift back into your place taking your own pants off. The clothes remain discarded on the floor, Your shirt undone will he can have a perfect view of your tits.

His shirt completely off, boxes and pants pulled down to the thighs upon which you’ve made a complete mess.

Bucky’s thumb moves over your clit, your hips press down almost begging on your behalf for more.

“Look at you, so needy, my pretty little Doll.” He praises as your grip on his shoulders tightens, “Come on,” He whispers, hand moving from your cunt to your hips to guide you to him, slowly as you sink down on his cock, Bucky groans as he bottoms out.

You breath in short pants, feeling stretched out and full. Oh so full.

“Bucky—,” you mewl as the car moves over a speed bump, making him thrust inside you and you clench around him.

“You’re doing well, I’ve got you, want to move Doll, think you can?” His lips move along your chest, biting down as you begin to move, his palm stays on your hipbone, guiding you.

Groans begin to fill the car, your voices melding as you begin to lose every fibre to Bucky, his taut shoulders and muscles as your hands begin to wander, retracing your etched sanctuaries upon his skin.

The car pauses at a signal, your movements continue, Bucky stops you as he is halfway inside and he thrusts into you, hard, his pace quickened as your head thrown back, the wet sloshing of your arousal fills the car. as the signal starts you lurch, clit pressing deliciously on his pelvis you cant help but cry out.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please, please, please—,” you choke on a moan as his thumb finds your clit again, Bucky watches you intently looking so beautiful on the brink of bliss. His own cock throbbing, needing release. Your walls clenching trying to keep him in, your head falls forward as you clench tighter around him.

“Not going to last long, Doll.” He groans as you bite down upon his shoulder, moaning against his skin as your thighs begin to shake, indicative of how close you are, Bucky and you both pick up the pace, movements swift, bordering on sloppy.

Words whispered, praises falling from lips, a prayer of each other’s names. You press your lips to Bucky’s as your orgasm takes over you triggering his own as he cums inside you. Aftershocks move through your body, Bucky’s movements on your clit slow down to a stop.

The glass is fogged, Bucky begins to pepper you in soft kisses.

“Did so good for me, so good Doll. Fuck just want to stay buried in you all day.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“Want you to stay inside me too.” You murmur, you feel him twitch inside of you and he groans as your cunt clenches in response. Both of you absolutely addicted to each other.

“Let us get cleaned up. Otherwise I’m going to have to keep you in the car for the remainder of the day.” Bucky chuckles when you swat him, but the two of you know he is very much capable of getting his way.

You place a kiss to his chest, right over his sternum, Bucky closes his eyes savouring the soft tender moment. When your hands return to cup his cheeks, he kisses both of them. A soft blissful smile on his features.

“God I could use a whole drink after that shit show with Quentin.” Tony plops down on the couch in the room, most of the building is free, since he knew it wouldn’t be a productive day and everyone go a head start on the weekend. Bucky nods in agreement.

Peter goes over a few things with Tony, as he seeks advice on his other projects and softwares, Bucky admires the dynamic the two share.

You both were presentable enough to pass what occurred in the car as a heavy make out.

When the elevator doors open you stand from your own place and run upto the people coming out, Bucky beams as he watches you lift Morgan up as she comes in running with Peter followed by the babysitter Tony had called for them.

Her arms wrap around your neck and she giggles as you say something. Then Morgan gazes at Bucky then whispers something to you. Making you laugh, you meet his gaze from across the room. Whispering something back to her, Morgan squishes your cheeks to make you gaze back at her.

“Juice Pops!” She announces loudly her excited squeals as you lead her towards the kitchen.

“I see Mr. Barnes is having thoughts.” Tony saying in a teasing manner, but the smile on his face has him know it comes from a place of respect and love.

“What are you implying?” Bucky wonders, eyes immediately finding you as you still hold Morgan while animately telling her a story as she eats her treat with a smile.

Morgan had immediately taken a liking to you, even so far as to trusting you with her favourite crayons within an hour of knowing you. Not even Bucky had that honour till date.

“You see a picket fence future don’t you?” Tony just smiles when Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Well, yes. However there are complications…” Bucky admits.

There was what you wanted to do post your bachelors, if you even wanted to settle in this country, his little plan involving your dad, you had moved into his apartment for this trip of yours and Bucky couldn’t help himself but imagine it to be your life together.

Alpine loved snuggling on you chest, Bucky had several pictures of the two of you napping. The apartment started feeling more and more like home.

“Ask her, I know she won’t say no to it, they way I see it are two people in love who do have a future together.” Tony chuckles as Morgan tries to run in your little game of catch the crook as you speed behind her humouring her agility.

“It is a lot to ask of her.” Bucky purses his lips, looking down at his palm, thumb tracing over the callouses on his skin.

“It is upto Y/N to decide if it is a lot for her, James, complications exist and will persist, you yourself know that, you’ve been through hell. If you have a chance at happiness, grasp it.” Tony stands as Morgan and you make your way over. He pats encouragingly on Bucky’s shoulder.

“You two are endgame, Mr. Barnes.” Peter adds with a smile. Bucky shakes his head amused.

Morgan lifts up her arms and Tony picks her up with a smile, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hi Dad.” She places her head on his shoulder, giving a wave to Peter and Bucky.

“Did you have fun with Y/N?” Tony enquires, mouthing a thank you to you as you settle down next to Bucky.

You mouth back a your welcome before you rest your head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I did, she let me have more juice pops, and she told me a funny story from her childhood.” Morgan recounts the events as Tony listens intently, his gaze softens as she yawns tiredly.

“Wanna go home?” He questions she nods, “Peter come on, I’ll drop you home too.”

Peter grins, they all wave as they move down to the basement to leave in the cars that Happy had arranged yet again.

Bucky looks at you, your fingers playing with his while you’re lost in thought, Tony’s words echo in his mind, and one set of keys in the key ring weigh heavy in his bag and heart.

“Hey Doll?” he takes a deep breath.

You look up at him with a smile, “Yes, Bucky?”

“I want to take you somewhere… are you up for it?” He seems nervous, your brows furrow but you nod.

“Is everything okay?” You wonder, he nods.

“Everything is, just, I have to do this today.” He says, standing grasping your hand and leading you back to the basement parking.

The drive is silent, Bucky’s leg bounces and you recognise the area outside even at dusk. It’s near his mom’s home. You gaze up at him questioningly.

“Are we visiting, mum?” You wonder, he shakes his head but smiles at you calling her mum as well.

“Not exactly but the place is about eight minutes away from here.” He explains and you pass by the neighbourhood where she stays.

The car stops in front of a quaint house, with exposed brick and a little pathway lined with small solar lamps, Bucky rummages through his bag before joining you at the pathway.

“Remember I asked you a question, a while ago?” He says as you walk upto the main door. You do a double take recalling the conversation.

“Bucky did you, did you—,” You stutter, the key turns and he opens the door, letting you enter first.

He finds the main fuse box, the house lights up.

You gasp at the layout, its more so empty but the back windows are large and give a beautiful view of the back yard. The wooden flooring expands across the large floor and there is a short staircase leading up.

You turn to Bucky, tears brimming in your eyes at what this implies for the two of you.

“I, I had spotted this on the market, at first I was going to rent it out, but something about it made me extremely selfish,” He intertwines your hands leading you towards where the kitchen is, it’s almost exactly as you had described to him.

You reach out to touch the countertops, hand running over the stone. The windows here also provide a view of the yard.

“I want a future with you.” Bucky tells you, you look up at him. “i’m not saying today, right this minute, but I see us in home as this, surrounded by kids making a mess of the kitchen, us waking up in turns to change diapers, driving you around, having firsts with you in our home. A life with you. I want it, wherever you want to stay I will give you the future you deserve.” His eyes are brimming with tears, you reach up to wipe the ones escaped with your lips, then you pull him in for a kiss. Searing with your love for him, salt mixes into the kiss.

Bucky grins lifting you to the counter, your legs wrap around his waist. He has his answer. He knows he has a future with you. He thinks to the small box tucked away in his sock drawer at his mother’s house.

“Thank you.” You mumble out, hugging him tightly. You can see it too, anywhere in the world with him, but right here you could make this house a home together. Warm scents filling the home, soft corners full of memories. A backyard full of giggles and mirth, Alpine claiming the spot that would be warm.

Bucky and you growing old together.

Two Months Later.

You giggle for the umpteenth time Bucky huffs, lugging his suitcase into the boot of Steve’s car. He gives you a glare as you stick your tongue out at him, your much lighter suitcase having zero effort needed.

“Remind me again why my suitcase is heavier?” He grumbles and Winnie rolls her eyes at his childishness.

“Because I have a closet of clothes waiting for me.” You remind him.

“Should leave some of my clothes there too.” He mutters, going back inside to give Alpine more head scratches and snuggles.

“He’s in a mood because of the software bug.” Steve explains, he doesn’t know the details but Bucky was ranting off to him, Winnie shakes her head.

“Nothing, Y/N can’t handle.” She adds with a smile, you look away with a smile on your face.

“True. True.” Steve agrees, Sam emerges with more cookies from Winnie’s cookie jar making everyone laugh.

“Take care of yourself okay?” Winnie faces you, hand running over your head.

“I will.” You promise.

“And if he doesn’t take care of you, you call me.” She smiles, “Oh I’m going to miss you, i know it’s just three weeks but I’m so used to having you both come over so often even if you both are in Brooklyn most of the time.” She smiles again, as she pulls you into a hug.

“I’m going to miss you too. I have so much happiness when I spend time with you.” You hug her tighter, Bucky moves out of the house, his anger dispels in the slightest at the two of you hugging.

“Cookie?” Sam offers and Bucky takes it from him.

“How many did you eat?” Bucky questions relishing the taste.

“You got the last one.” Sam shrugs, some how producing another cookie out of thin air. You look at Sam, he holds out the cookie as was promised to you.

“To think I kept beating him at UNO for this initial denial of cookies.” You shake your head, Sam grins.

“It’s good payment.” He laughs.

Bucky huffs as he walks over to Winnie, she gives him a pointed look, “I’m sorry, Ma, but you know how it is and we’re leaving—,” He quiets down when she continues the warning look.

“I know you’re passionate but you don’t have to be grumpy about it okay? You will figure it out.” She pats his cheek, “Now give your mother a hug.”

Bucky pulls her into a hug, it reminds you of a picture they have from when he was ten, the soft smile on his face reminiscent of baby Bucky. You whip out your phone taking the picture. Sending it to Winnie knowing it will be printed and hung up somewhere in the house.

You look through your gallery, heart warming at the picture you took of her wall, in your second week of visiting her you noticed new picture frames. Upon closer inspection your heart caught in your throat. The three frames were simple white bordered, each contained a picture, one of Winnie and you and the other of Bucky and you.

The third was your favourite, it was Winnie, Rebecca, your mom of the laptop on FaceTime, Bucky and you. A small family full of laughter and love.

When you look up Winnie is in front of you, a warm smile on her face, “I love having pictures in the house, I started the tradition from my own home before marriage, always wanted to pass it down through the family. Bucky has pictures scattered but not enough, also always make digital copies as back up.” She advises.

“I, you don’t know how much love I felt by that simple gesture. I feel, you make me feel like a part of the family.” You admit, throat tightening with emotion.

“You are family, Y/N.” Winnie reminds you, you simply hug her in response.

Bucky watches you both speak with a soft smile on his features.

“When are you doing it then?” Sam whispers and Bucky gives him a glare.

“Shut up.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“What she cannot hear me, hey Steve can you hear me?” Sam whispers.

“Loud and clear,” Steve guffaws as Sam shows him his middle finger.

“So when.” Sam demands.

“Not for a few months at least.” He says, straightening up as you walk over.

Steve and Sam exchange a look, you raise a brow at them.

“Come on love birds you have a plane to catch.” Steve adds, all of you wave at Winnie as the car pulls out of the driveway.

Sam scrolls through twitter and looks back at Bucky.

“What?” You ask on behalf of him.

“The jail where Beck is being held? It had conflicts internally, list of prisoners injured severely include his name.” Sam reads from the article, Bucky shrugs.

“He probably didn’t control his mouth.” Your boyfriend reasons, adding another shrug and Steve catches his gaze from the rearview mirror.

“Possibly, he does have a punchable face.” Sam turns back, Bucky finds your curious gaze.

“Did you…” You tilt your head, even the thought is absurd, “Lock the balcony door at the apartment?” You switch the question and Bucky nods, seemingly glad you didn’t ask further.

What you didn’t need to know, you didn’t need to know.

The flight back home was delayed by three hours, you groaned as you plopped down on the seats near the gate.

“I know, but you can finish up grading assignments.” Bucky suggests, taking his own laptop out, the furrow in his brow returns as he glares at the screen trying to find the answer to the stupid bug.

“What if you rewrite it? I know that is taxing but, you could know then where the issue is?” You offer,

“I think I can figure it out.” He snaps, “Doll, I’m sorry just, this is really important…” He meets your gaze, you don’t say anything. You knew the timing of the trip became inconvenient the second the software crashed. Despite your insistence Bucky had wanted to come along. He hated the thought of being in different timezones.

You then retrieve your own device, work did tend to stress him out but he knew when he would cross a line or say something, it wasn’t frequent but you had your fair share of angry snaps at him too. So you understood and the two of you would return to what happened and why and would sort the matter out.

Living together, adjusting after a period of distance and all the stuff you two had been through, it wasn’t easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy. Relationships took work beyond three words, gifts and sex. You both learned that during the distance and learned to apply it while being together.

Your work finished and Bucky was still staring at the same goddamn lines. He knew he shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, he raises his gaze from the screen to you, reading a book now with your headphones in, he sighs, opening up a new page entirely and rewrites the code from scratch.

After ten minutes, he realises what was wrong. You were right, if he had just listened about an hour ago. Bucky closes his eyes, exhaling. When he looks up you aren’t in your seat. He retrieves his phone.

Doll🌸: Have gone to get coffee, bringing you one as well.

Doll🌸: You looked busy so didn’t want to disturb you.

Bucky🌻: Thank you, I’m sorry I snapped at you. Your method worked, should have just listened to you.

The read notification comes in but you don’t respond to him. Bucky thinks of texting you again when he spots you holding two cups and a paper bag under your arm. He grabs the bag from under your arm setting it on the hand luggage and the cup that you offer him.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, you sigh.

“It isn’t okay, but I can understand why.” You let him know.

“I know. Your method worked, in ten minutes I figured it out.” He says with a smile, you play with the edge of the cup.

“Was actually your method… When I snapped at you two weeks ago, about the essay… you said the same thing. Figured it would work.” You meet his bright blue eyes, he smiles.

“We’re too stubborn aren’t we?” he observes.

“At times yes.” you chuckle, “Oh also I got an email while in line at the coffee place.” You hold up the email as Bucky’s eyes scan the contents he grins widely.

“Congratulations, Doll!” He cheers, kissing your forehead, cheek then lips.

“I can’t believe it so I’ll begin teaching online only and the timings are adjustable as per my schedule and days available, now I just need to be able to secure a place at uni for masters.” You grin.

“i’m so proud of you, so very proud and you will get that place.” He assures you.

You smile as you sip on your coffee, the money earning was a big check mark to contribute at the apartment towards expenses, even though Bucky’s card sat heavy in your wallet scarcely used unless you were stepping out for groceries.

“The hybrid programme would be great, you know considering everything?” You observe, Bucky nods.

“It gives you a lot of flexibility. More control.” He smiles, extremely proud.

In the two months a lot had changed in terms of your goals and where you saw yourself. Bucky was there by your side supporting you, holding your hand through it all.

You had decided you enjoyed tutoring for the students via your university back in your home country. This new job it was sort of an online tutoring service which expanded across various subjects, they were based in Los Angeles but had tutors from all over the globe offering their expertise.

Bucky was intermittently swamped at work, some weeks you both spent a lot of time together even after navigating your four hours of online learning and tutoring. Some weeks he would find you curled up on the couch with Alpine and his dinner in the fridge with a sweet little note.

He was immensely proud of you and you of him. This trip was for a few things one to begin shifting your base to the US provided you got your placement, two if you didn’t Bucky would move down for you for two years and work as he did while he was there for the whole Hammer-Beck debacle.

Your mother was in favour of either solution, her word of advice? She wanted the two of you happy, wherever in the world that may be.

When you thought about it, you did see a future in either place but the working on different timings, it was awfully reminiscent of the distance.

“Doll?” Bucky tilts your chin, “What’s going on in that sweet little mind?”

“Thinking about the options we have… where and how to live…” You trail off, leaning into his touch.

“Well, we have time to decide that, and factor in other things you know…” Bucky shrugs, “We’ll figure it out whatever it is and however it is, also I can always just leave Stark Industries.”

“Bucky, no.”

“No, Y/N, look I’ve thought about it, living on timezones despite being together? long term, it doesn’t make sense, that was hardly any time to even understand and even then on days where things got crazy we hardly got time.” Bucky sighs,

“I can find coding work anywhere or design apps, what I can’t find is home without you.” He rests his forehead against yours.

“Bucky… you’re planning on giving up so much… home is you, heart is you.” You close your eyes his breath fans over your face, coffee with a hint of lingering mint.

“I’m not giving up anything, I’m gaining all that I’ve wanted, needed, wished for, hell, prayed for on nights I’ve sobbed.” He reveals, your eyes meet his, azure holding so much love for you.

“You decide, even if you want to stay back, I will stay with you.” Bucky gives you all the power, you take a deep steadying inhale.

“We’ll wait for how things pan out, then we will make a Pros and Cons list.” You nod, then nod again. Bucky chuckles.

“As you say, Doll.” He kisses your cheek, “How is that book you’re reading?”

“Oh, its good, morally grey guy,” you begin to explain,

“Your not-so-secret faves.” he teases,

You laugh, “You sound jealous Mr. Barnes, well he’s the CEO of a firm but when he’s pissed off he ruins lives of actual bad people.”

Bucky chuckles, “Sounds like a catch.”

“He is,” You dreamily sigh, he huffs irked.

“Jealous baby.” You deem, taping his nose with your index finger.

“I’m not jealous.” he grumbles.

“Well I have my very own little morally grey man, this CEO holds nothing, to my tech whiz.” You smile up at him, kissing his cheek.

He cracks a tiny smile, he did have one little more morally grey thing to do.

“You’re it for me, James Barnes.” You tell him.

“Good because I am very selfish about what is mine.” He brushes his lips over yours, all coherent thought flies out the window when he pulls you in for a searing kiss.

Only pulling away when the boarding call. Bucky has a smug grin on his face seeing you flustered.

“Be good and we might just have some fun on the flight.” He whispers, tugging on your earlobe as you stand in the line.

“Bucky.” You can’t identify if your voice is pleading him or telling him to behave.

“So you don’t want my fingers buries inside you under the blanket?” He tugs again, nipping at the skin of your neck. You bite your lip.

“Could make you cum so many times, Doll.” Your thighs clench at his promise, a whimper manifesting in your throat.

“Why do you think we’re travelling first class? You can sit on my lap and cockwarm—,”

“Good Evening. May I see your boarding pass and passport?” The ground staff breaks you out of the haze, Bucky hands over the pair of documentation.

“Alright, good to go.” They hand back the documents and you breathe a little easier, then look up at Bucky.

“What?” He questions innocently.

“When I cock warm you, I’m going to make sure you feel each squeeze. I’ll get myself off and you can stay hard for a while.” You warn him voice low so no one else can hear.

“Getting bratty are we?” He smirks, raising a brow.

“You started it.” You reason, he chuckles darkly.

Your cockiness falls out the aerobridge.

“You’re going to have to learn to control that mouth, Doll. Because the entire plane might know what I’m going to be doing to you.” He admires the way you shiver under his heated gaze, you reach the door of the plane, the steward guides you to your seats, offering drinks.

“Savour this, once the signs are off, you’re on my lap.” He squeezes your thigh.

Natasha tilts her head, as you sort of limp towards her, despite having the trolley for support. Bucky has a smug smile, she pieces the two dots.

“Well, well, well, welcome to the Mile High Club.” She grins when you glare at her.

“Geez, what happened?” Nat questions, Bucky only laughs as you mutter something.

“I’ll tell you later.” You grumble.

“You had fun.” Bucky defends, with a shit-eating grin.

“Bucky the poor old lady almost fainted.” You groan at the memory. Nat just starts laughing at your misery.

“But she was okay, also she said the right thing.” He reminds you.

“What did she say?” Nat questions, as your suitcases are placed into the boot.

“With a man like that you should be sitting on him all day, I know I would.” You recount, Nat’s laughter only booms further.

“She also asked if I had a single looking to mingle grandfather.” Bucky adds laughing as well.

“Damn grandma was cool.” Nat observes, the drive is not long since it is still early in the morning. The occasional swirling of ice in Nat’s tumbler keeps you awake. Bucky sends out the messages to everyone about landing safely.

Soon enough you all are in the familiar apartment complex, Nat updates you on the happenings at University, pretty mundane apart from a being a story of you eloping.

“Maybe we should buy a ring.” Bucky jokes as you chuckle.

“If we eloped they might think I’m pregnant.” You look at Nat she nods in agreement.

“That can be arranged too.” Bucky adds cheekily, you lightly swat his chest.

“Oh by the way the mums wanted a catch up dinner, Bucky you’re invited too.” She says as you all enter the apartment, “Food’s in the fridge incase you guys are hungry.” Then she disappears to her room.

You crack your neck and groan, Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder as you peer into the fridge. Arm around your waist, you lean against his chest.

“Hungry?” He wonders, you shake your head.

“You?” You grab two waters,

“Nope, just need to sleep.” Bucky says, kissing your shoulder, you enter your room, looking up at the starlights.

“I missed these.” You admit, smiling up at them.

“I’ll configure it to stay on while we sleep.” Bucky retrieves his phone, pushing you towards the bathroom to change.

When you come out, you sit at the edge of the bed, admiring the lights as Bucky goes to change, he comes out in nothing, your eyes fall to his hardening length.

“Actually I am hungry.” He says, kneeling in front of you, your fingers run through his hair.

“Me too.” You admit, finding your clit pulsing for him.

He chuckles, tapping your hips, you stand helping him take off your PJs. Then sit at the edge of the bed, legs spread apart.

Bucky admires your flesh, kissing over your thighs, stubble brushing against the flesh, “Can’t wait for a taste, Doll.” His tongue runs circles around your clit before he sucks on it, then he traces down to your entrance, humming deeply at your taste.

You fall back, your legs over his shoulders, Bucky nibbles on your clit, your back arches, his arm encircles your thigh, palm resting over your hipbone, he pushes down, anchoring you into place.

Bucky laps at your entrance like a starving man, your moans urging him on, he is painfully hard as each plea from you goes right to his cock.

Your fingers intertwine between the web space of his, your other hand fists at the sheets as Bucky pulls cry after cry from you, alternating between circles, spelling his name, sucking and biting at the flesh, the stars above blur as you lose focus, all you can feel is him, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

The way your voice reverbs into his being he groans as your hips still try to chase his mouth when he pulls away in the slightest.

“Greedy girl.” He blows softly over your heated flesh, drawing a loud moan from you.

Bucky smirks, at the way you’re losing focus on everything but him, your arousal coats his chin as you gush on his tongue, he groans at your taste, lapping up every drop you give him. Your thighs shake as he kisses his way over your stomach, breasts and sternum, pushing your shirt off. His lips find yours allowing you taste him, his tip moves across your folds, marking himself with you. You whimper, nails sinking into the flesh of his back and shoulder, Bucky thrusts into you, unable to be patient.

“Fuck, B-Bucky—,” You preen.

“So fucking tight.” Bucky groans, pressing soft kisses to your jaw, “Feel so good, Doll, fuck, need you.” He mumbles, you nod in response he begins to move, hips snapping against yours, your nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.

You clench around him, pleasure fogs your mind, the vein of his length brushes over the sensitive spot stars further cloud your vision. Bucky shifts, kneeling on the bed having your hips rise, you moan feeling him deeper. Bucky loses himself in you, the warmth, you look so fucking beautiful this way, taking him so well, an angel under the soft light.

“Gonna fill you up, Doll. Fuck you look so beautiful this way, so pretty under stars, you gonna cum with me doll?” He questions, his thrust deeper as he slows the thrusts down to make sure to have him imprint every inch of you.

You nod, unable to form coherent sentences, “Mark me, claim, Bucky please—,” You manage to demand, Bucky lets out a filthy groan, your orgasm drawing closer and closer.

“Want me to mark you with my cum, fill this pussy up, fill my pussy up? Have you dripping a mix of us onto these fucking gorgeous thighs? You’re gonna feel me for days Doll.” His words throw you over the edge, you cum with a sob are fiery hot pleasure sears through you.

Bucky loses himself in the way your walls spasm, milking his cock, his lips sloppily find yours he still ruts into you, your hearts beating wildly.

“Bucky?” you question, feeling absolutely like floating,

“Right here, Doll, you did so good.” He praises, your little blissed out smile oh so endearing.

“Do, do you feel floaty?” You question, he chuckles, “I do baby, I’m going to pull out now okay?” he says, slowly moving away, your hands grip onto him, legs tightening.

“Doll—,”

“Don’t—,”

“Not, going anywhere, just want to give you some water and snuggle you.” He assures, slowly you let go of him, he pulls out the wet squelch has you preen. Bucky guides you to move further along the bed, pulling you against his chest, brushing your hair and having you take slow sips of the water.

You nuzzle closer to him, Bucky keeps you close, the stars continue their pattern as the two of you watch quietly.

“You with me, Doll?” He asks after a while, you nod, heat creeping you skin. Slowly coming to yourself.

“Floaty?” He squeezes your side, drawing a laugh from you.

“Nope, not floaty anymore.” You look back up at him, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Slowly slumber tugs at the two of you, Bucky keeps you close as you both sink into sleep.

The next day passes in a blur of waking in the afternoon, Bucky and you still tangled in the sheets. You admire him in the afternoon light, a soft smile graces his relaxed features and you wonder what he dreams about, Your fingers carefully trace his jaw, over his dimpled chin. His breathing alters, a low hum. Your fingertips trace over his lips.

Bucky smiles wider, eyes still closed as his lips part, as he playfully tries to bite your fingers, you laugh pulling your hand away. Bucky grabs your hand bringing your fingers back towards his mouth.

“Bucky!” You giggle, till the last second he pretends he’s going to bite them then he presses a soft kiss to each fingertip.

“Morning Doll.” His bright blue eyes gleam with mirth.

“Morning Bucky.” You greet, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“I love waking up next to you.” You tell him, feeling him smile against your skin.

“I do too. My favourite is when I dream of you and then wake up to you.” He places kisses along your shoulder.

You sigh contented, until there is knocking at your door.

“Lovebirds, come on out, decently.” Nat’s voice calls out.

“Alrighty!” You cheerily call out, reluctantly getting out of bed when you notice Bucky is in his sweatpants, you don’t remember feeling those rubbing against your skin.

“You woke up?” You wonder confused.

“Yeah, eyes opened at like eight-ish, sent out a few emails and then came back into your warmth.” he hands you your PJs.

“How did you pull away in the first place?” You wonder, teasing.

“With immense reluctance and hardship, plus the urge to pee.” He kisses your cheek, you laugh.

Bucky puts on his t-shirt, you glance at the clock almost four thirty in the afternoon. Moving out of the room, you walk into the living room.

“Thank you for finally joining the land of the living.” Your mom shakes her head, a smile on her face, you run over to hug her.

“Hi mum.” you beam, she kisses the top of your head.

You tighten your arms around her, Bucky smiles as she beckons him to join the hug.

Her heart full to see you both safe and happy.

Hours later you’re all laughing at the table of your mom and Nat’s mother’s favourite restaurant. Bucky is sharing the anecdote of finding out you like to arrange your books by height uncaring for alphabetical order.

It is then your mother pauses from her own addition to the story, the eyes of your group turn as your father makes his way to the table, but he says nothing, anger filled eyes trained upon Bucky.

“Fix it.” He shouts at him.

Bucky furrows his brows, “I’m sorry what?” Confusion laces his words.

“You can fix it because you stole it. You and you posse of hackers.” Your dad seethes.

“Dad, what even are you talking about?” You try to understand.

“Shut up fucking whore—,” Your dad pauses as Bucky stands towering over him.

“I suggest you keep your voice down, we’re out on a family dinner. I also suggest you ask your latest additions to your family about this and not me. I got you your invested amount back. I urge you to recollect what occurred the last time you disrespected, my girl and her mother. It can get fucking uglier, and leave a mark.” Bucky speaks tone clear, there is an eerie silence in the restaurant. The staff and customers watching quietly.

You grasp at the back of his sleeve. Bucky gives you an assuring look, taking your hand into his own and rubbing circles upon the back.

“No, my girlfriend wouldn’t dare, she loves—,” Your dad pauses as his phone rings, his face growing redder with every passing minute at what is being said on the call.

His phone clatters to the ground, “She ran off. That whore ran off with my money all of it gone.”

Nat and you exchange a glance. Bucky sits back down, kissing your hand before placing it on his thigh. He raises his hand, “Excuse me, waiter?”

The head waiter comes to the table, “Please set up a table for this gentleman, his meal is on me tonight.” Bucky smiles, “Oh and add a bottle of your finest whiskey for him, he’ll need it.”

“How the fuck did you know?” Your father bellows.

“I run background checks with everyone I interact, she did the same to the previous man she was involved with, I’m sorry Mr. Y/L/N, you conduct business very poorly maybe even worse than your personal life.” Bucky shrugs not really sorry.

Bucky made sure the money was backed into off shore accounts, where as the extra marital affair woman just needed another rich man to whisk her away.

Which is where Steve’s shady friend Nick Fury came in, currently that woman was in an unpaid for five star hotel room in anticipation to be whisked away and had a bill racking up without means to for pay it.

Bucky takes a sip of his drink, you look at your mother who is looking at your father. Bucky’s hand finds yours again.

“Y/mum/N, I’m I was a fool for all I put you through—,” Your father begins trying to apologise to have her fall into his false promises again.

Bucky tsks, “Sir, come on, save some remaining dignity.”

Your mother laughs, Nat’s mother chuckles.

“You did this.” Your father accuses, lunging for Bucky. You grab your glass the splash of water on pauses him mid-stance.

“You fucking piece of—,” He roars at you.

“I’m recording this.” Nat warns him, he lowers his hand.

“You have no proof that I did this, you did this to yourself. You had an extra marital affair, you gave your illicit affair access to your accounts. Not me. I landed this morning, I have been working in the US, I did my part by getting you your investment amount back.” Bucky scoffs.

“Get me my money back I have apologised for what I did to these bitches.” Your father seethes.

“One, I don’t have means to ring back your stolen money and two if your sincere apologies fixed their turmoil and trauma, I’d be happy for them. Three, I don’t believe I will even bother helping you. Unfortunately, I don’t think you have any options left here.” Bucky shrugs, clearly bored.

Your dad’s anger reaches a new peak, “You fucking pathetic—, I’ll take back what I gave to these two money hungry—,”

“How? The divorce is done, the properties were always on her name, Y/N has her old bank accounts closed down and you gave her the money out of your natural love and affection, you think I didn’t tell her to save those messages? I knew at the next inconvenience you would displace your anger. Go have your free alcohol and meal, please stop bothering us.” Bucky rolls his eyes as your father stomps out of the restaurant.

Dinner is quiet after that,

“Well that was entertaining.” Nat’s mum comments,

“Almost as entertaining as Dad’s breakdown in court.” Natasha reminds everyone shakes their heads.

Bucky looks over to your mum, “You sure you’re okay?”

“I am, thank you for telling him off, I always knew she would run him to the ground.” Your mother shakes her head.

“Well at least you get to watch his ass get kicked by karma.” Nat jokes making everyone laugh. From that point dinner resumes to be how it was before the interruption.

You lean into Bucky as you wait for the Uber to come in, Nat opting to spend the night at her Mum’s allowing you two to have the place to yourselves. Your mum expected the two of you back home tomorrow bright and early.

His chin rests on your shoulder, slowly you both sway to the distant music drifting from inside the restaurant. You think over the conversation and the surety with which your father tried to accuse Bucky.

You don’t feel bad for the man, you bite your lip.

“I’m sorry he spoke to you that way…” You feel Bucky stiffen.

“Doll, what have I said about apologising for his actions?” He demands.

“I’m not supposed to… but,”

“No, none of that. I don’t care about him, he is insignificant. All i want is for you to be okay, also I should thank you for coming to my rescue, impeccable aim.” He praises.

“Well my boyfriend was a sniper, he taught me a few things.” You giggle as he kisses your neck, his stubble tickling you.

The Uber comes in, you both settle in for the drive back to the apartment.

As you apply your moisturiser, a question does burn at the back of your mind, you knew your father’s affair did lack the caliber to pull off a con of this magnitude. Your boyfriend observes the small furrow in your brows, he stands behind you, intently observing you in the mirror.

Bucky kisses his way from your shoulder to your earlobe, knowing your curiosity is moving into over drive, “You did say you prefer morally grey.” he whispers.

Your eyes widen how did he know what you were thinking, “How—, You what—,”

Bucky presses his lips to your temple, “I’d burn the world down for you, Doll. You just have to ask.”

You gape at him, mind running a mile a minute, “How… why?”

“He hurt you, I warned him.” Bucky speaks nonchalantly, “As for how, well it was a fun process.”

“That was months ago, Bucky he—,”

“He will survive, he has enough to get by just not as much as before. I had to plot everything, Doll. Took time but I figured I take his favourite thing.”

You take in his words, Bucky knows it is a risk admitting his actions, but he needed you to know. He wanted you to know he would take care of things for you, take care of you.

“Yeah, that book’s CEO has nothing on you.” You grin up at him, a part of you glad he did what he did. Bucky laughs, it echoes in the chambers of your heart.

One Month Later.

Alpine tilts her head, blue eyes watching the red dot moves across the wall and then back. She leans back, her furry little tush shaking as the dot appears again this time moving from the bottom up.

She leaps off of her perch bounding to the wall, her paws launch the attack and the switch flicks as her paw touches the red dot.

Bucky cheers in triumph, Alpine looks at him bewildered.

Bucky looks at you his smug smile illuminated by the lamp, “I told you so.” he gloats.

You peer at him from under the covers, “Yeah, yeah.” Your stuffy nose, prevents you from speaking clearly.

“Stupid allergy.” You grumble.

“I told you not to clean the room without a mask.” He shakes his head, despite knowing its just your nose blocked due to the dust, he checks for a fever.

“I had a mask the stupid sting broke.” You huff, breathing through your mouth, you glare at the boxes that line the room.

“This puts us off of schedule, Bucky.” You shake your head, when he tries to reason with you.

“Doll, its okay, I know you wanted to set up, but health comes first okay? I know moving isn’t fun or anything.” He kisses your temple.

“I wanted everything nicely set up.” You sigh, turning to face him.

“Its okay though. We’ll have it set up before university starts.” He assures, you remain quiet, you wanted to set up the living room area with pictures you had framed.

It was going to be a surprise along with tickets to the premiere of his favourite franchise’s latest movie, complete with an intimate talk scheduled with the makers and actors. Your teaching job turned out to be great, student reviews had your schedule become fuller and your salary increased that you were happy and not financially dependent on Bucky.

When it was decided to move out of the old apartment he lived in to one which was in Brooklyn but closer to Stark Industries and Columbia. Bucky had decreed you would not be contributing to the rent, if you wanted to handle an aspect of the living situation it would be groceries, only after looking at your finances and helping you make better decisions did you realise you can manage them in a manner that left you with a good chunk of savings.

You reach for your phone, at least wanting him to be surprised by one thing.

“What is it?” Bucky questions as you hand him your phone, his eyes go over the email widening as he sits up excitedly.

“Oh my god.” He gazes at you wide eyed and happy, “how, when—,”

“Well I had savings and you were talking about it, Sam told me its there and that Steve and him got invited cause of their channel, I asked if they could get me in touch with the ticketing person—,” Your explanation is cut off as Bucky kisses you, the force of it throws you both down on the bed. You laugh into Bucky’s little grumble of ow when the phone presses into his side.

“I love you.”

You cup his cheek, sniffling lightly before he kisses you senseless again. His heart extremely contented to have you with him.

A Month Ago.

You walked into the apartment with a solemn expression. Bucky felt his shoulders drop. His heart didn’t break, but he knew how much you were hoping to not have him be the one uprooting his life.

You take in the little blanket fort with dinner he set up. Your warm eyes shifting to his blue.

“Doll, it’s a celebratory dinner either way I get to stay here with you—,” His words cease on his tongue as you run towards him, his arm extended and you crash against him as he easily lifts you. It always takes you by surprise and a hint of turning you on at his strength.

“I’m moving to New York City, so you can’t stay here.” You tell him, a wide grin and tears brimming from your eyes.

“You got in?” He reconfirms, you nod, his lips on yours.

You smile into the kiss, cupping his cheeks, holding your entire world between your hands. You desperately wanted to get into a University in New York City or somewhere close. You didn’t have much of a life here in this country, your mum was here, she had her own support system. Natasha was heading to Australia unless she got a better opportunity in USA.

You knew your life with Bucky was there, he had helped you to learn to build something of your own and now you wanted to build a life with him.

“I got in.” You repeat happily, Bucky places affectionate kisses all over your face.

“I’m so so so proud of you.” He beams at you, placing you back down as your legs unwrap from his waist.

“I love you.” You tell him, still cupping his face, “I know you were ready to move, but, but my life isn’t here, not anymore, its is far away from all that held me back. With someone who helped me see my potential who taught me to harness it, you made me learn to be someone for myself Bucky. My future is with you, every step of it, from the apartment to the house we’ll make a home.”

Bucky finds his eyes watering, blinking back tears, and his lips hurting from the wise smile on his face. He doesn’t know what to say, what to say to agree with you, because he thinks back to the small box in the pair of socks still hidden in his suitcase.

“I love you. I hope to keep being the man you need me to be.” He says instead, watching your eyes shower him with love, you hug him tightly. Pulling him into the same embrace and warmth that saved him in so many ways.

Twelve Months Later.

Bucky🌻: how did it go?

Doll🌸: i’M DONE WITH MY MASTERSS! <GIF of Elle Woods saying we did it>

Bucky🌻: that’s my girl! i take it this exam went really good?

Doll🌸: extremely, you were right I was scared over nothing

Bucky🌻: i do tend to be right

Doll🌸: yes, yes, gloat

Bucky🌻: so we’re on for tonight right? that special live post mortem episode before Shane and Ryan go onto their own channel combined with your favourite blanket fort and blanket fort contractor?

Doll🌸: I’m so excited, it’s our first anniversary, i just feel butterflies all around me, but why are we going home? Is something wrong at the apartment? Did I leave the oven on?

Bucky winces, he knew this question would arise. He only hoped you would buy the lie.

Doll🌸: Bucky????

Bucky🌻: well you know that leaky faucet in the guest bath that drives you nuts? they had to take the tiles out and there is mould. Alpine is at Mum’s so while they work to get it out, we need to be out of their way, they’re planning to check the other rooms as well. No you did turn the oven off.

Doll🌸: did you contact the landlord? We aren’t paying this month’s rent.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head.

“She bought it?” Steve wonders and Sam cheers as Bucky nods.

Bucky🌻: I know its inconvenient-ish but the bathrooms work there and I’ve gotten the blanket fort supplies and my portable wifi.

Doll🌸: sometimes I feel you love that device more than me.

Bucky🌻: I love you two equally.

Doll🌸: You look at it as if you want to marry it 😂 one day i’ll wake up and see a diamond welded into the device.

His lips part, you’re going to re-read this conversation and really be baffled.

Bucky🌻: Diamonds won’t suit it, they would however suit you.

Doll🌸: <insert meme of corgi dog giving a side eye glance> buttering me up won’t deny the fact you love that device.

Bucky🌻: i’m not denying nor am i confirming.

Doll🌸: on a serious note, Kate and I are going to grab a celebratory cookie, do you want any? Nat might be joining us, so I might just meet you directly at the house.

Bucky🌻: that’s alright, oh yes, a chocolate chip and red velvet one please. thats good, enjoy yourself, i’ll be waiting at the house for you.

Doll🌸: i’ll bring you two of each, you always want two but say one and then you get this little cute pout and it makes me want to kiss you. so forget the fact i’m getting two so i can kiss the pout.

Bucky🌻: just say you love kissing me

Doll🌸: i am not denying nor am i confirming

Bucky🌻: you’re a little brat

Doll🌸: you love me

Bucky🌻: i do, i really, really do

Bucky places his phone back in his pocket, turning to Sam and Steve who are arranging the lights across the ceiling. He is going all out, taking trinket moments from the one year of being your boyfriend and incorporating them in someway.

Tiramisu for homage to the first date, he bought in the teddy bear he won you from the carnival date, a sunflower and lily, the polaroid picture of you two meeting for the first time, the polaroid picture of both of you stuffing your faces with gyros and his favourite— the picture his mum took of the two of you during your first experience with snowfall in her backyard.

The photos would stay hidden because the lights would be dimmed, Sam and Steve had let him borrow their vlogging camera and GoPros fully charged. None of them would be here, and he wanted to record the proposal, his palm began sweating again at the word. Kate and Nat sent him pictures of you, completely oblivious of what is to come.

He shoves away the nervous thought and moves to assist an arguing pair of Sam and Steve, over how to loop the lights effectively.

The way he set up the lights and blanket fort you can’t take your eyes off of any surface, he’s set up a small TV connected to his laptop set with the live video countdown. The little scrapbook you made of the memories fails in comparison to his set up.

Maybe Nat’s lingerie idea was good, though the stupid lace pokes you if you sit a certain way.

“Bucky this is beautiful!” You hug him tightly, he smiles. resting his cheek on your head.

“Only the best for you.” He murmurs, placing a kiss to your forehead as you both part.

“Happy Anniversary Doll.” He strokes your cheek.

“Happy Anniversary Bucky.” You beam up at him, leaning into his touch.

He leans down, capturing your lips with his, he hums at the taste of you. Almost losing himself and wanting to take you apart right then and there.

Your wandering hands were breaking his resolve, he manages to pull away.

“In due time, first food and look, in thirty seconds they are starting!” He points to the screen. Bucky leads you to the plush mattress pushes against the wall and the blankets making a fort the lights add harmony and you just feel surrounded by Bucky and the one year you have spent together.

The plates are set up, take out boxes and cutlery in place.

“Hey everyone, today is a special live episode from your ghoul boys.” Ryan smiles as the episode begins.

“Better not say something stupid.” Shane adds,

“You’re the one I’m worried about.” Ryan rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“Well let’s head onto gramtown then, pick a question any question!” Shane grins as they both begin scrolling.

“Damn, I forgot the drinks,” Bucky stands and moves towards the kitchen you, grab his arm.

“Hey no its okay—,”

“I feel parched, I’ll be a second.” Bucky goes to the kitchen you turn back to the screen.

“Ah, here’s one from @/mario_kart_connoisseur, they say ‘if you had to exchange places with an anomaly you’ve explored who would it be and why?’” Ryan reads, and taps his chin pondering.

“Bucky? This is a good question…” You laugh a little at Shane’s expression.

“I hear it, I think he’ll say Mothman?” Bucky calls out, looking down at the ring in the box, taking deep breaths.

“I’m going to say Mothman? he’s a cool, funky dude also flying would be cool? Plus his merch is badass.” Shane offers, Ryan raises a brow.

You laugh, “You were right.”

“Honestly I expected you to say big-foot. Or the Goatsman.” Ryan shakes his head.

“Why would I pick the latter? I already have his bridge.” Shane shakes his head to say as if, and that Ryan should keep up.

“Bucky? Do you need help?” You ask looking towards the kitchen as he comes out with a tray holding the cans, the ring box in his pocket.

“I got it, sorry,” he places it downward you take it from his hand to allow him to sit.

“Well I think I would pick Big-Foot you know? Nice wilderness, calming streams, one with the earth, people never taking a good picture of me, ya know the usual?” Ryan glares at Shane.

“Oh come on it is meme material.” Shane defends.

“Shoot, forgot the ice.” Bucky tsks quickly going to the kitchen again but this time he carefully places the camera on the floor, making sure you aren’t looking this way, where it will be able to capture the two of you, the GoPro already recording everything on the opposite end.

“And our next question is from @/b.barnes, he asks,” Shane narrows his eyes and turns his phone to Ryan, your eyes narrow confused.

“Bucky they are looking at your question?”

“Oh? I forgot what i sent?” He calls out, from the kitchen.

“I think it is appropriate for Live.” Ryan shrugs, “Read it line by line?”

“Sure,” Shane clears his throat and you observe Bucky stand holding the ice bowl facing the screen.

“‘So my girlfriend and I actually met because of your show, she replied to a comment I had made so i want to ask you to ask her something, it would be our first anniversary,’” Shane reads, Ryan smiles taking the phone.

Your jaw is on the floor your eyes not leaving the screen.

“‘Could you please ask her to look to the left? After that I’ll do the rest. Thank you.’” Ryan looks at the camera as does Shane.

“James I hope she is looking,” Ryan seems hopeful,

“Y/N why are you looking at the screen look at James!” Shane emphasises using his hands to motion to the left.

The video cuts off and the starlights brighten, you look at Bucky and he is down on one knee, a small velvet box open in his palm. Your hand flies to your mouth as you scramble to stand, tears already pooling at your eyes, you blink them back.

“A year, three months and five days ago you came into my life, one small comment from you and a little bit of me trying to know if I could zoom in on the picture of your profile, you were in my dreams that night, ever since then I’ve strived to make you my reality,” Bucky’s voice cracks, eyes tearing up, “Everyday with you is beautiful, be it laughing or when we argue, I’ve seen hell, I’ve lived in hell, even when there was distance between us I found myself in heaven. I found my home in you, i have loved you with all of me,” Bucky gives you a watery smile and inhales deeply before continuing,

“I bought this ring the day I shopped with your mom for your earrings. However, I knew the day I bought you your first bouquet of flowers that one day I’d be down on one knee for you, and here I am, so my sweet, sweet Doll, will you give me the absolute honour of being your husband? Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N?”

You can’t stop the tears, as you cross the short distance, kneeling in front of him. You wipe at his tears, they keep coming as do yours, your heart hammering so loud you wonder if Bucky can hear it.

Bucky gulps, his heart in his throat, then you smile, nod, and whisper, ��Yes,”

“Yes,” You say louder, “A thousand times yes.” Your arms wrap around his neck, his moves around your waist, as your lips meet his, the kiss is soft so reminiscent of your first one shared.

Bucky pulls away, slowly.

“Hold the box? Wanna do this right.” He requests, as you hold the box in your right hand, he retrieves the ring from its place and you offer your left hand. The ring moves into place, fitting perfectly, the diamonds reflecting the starlights.

Bucky takes your hand in his, placing a kiss to your palm and over your knuckles. He looks up at you a giddy, ecstatic grin on his features, you can’t help but mimic it.

“I love you.” you say, leaning towards him, your ring glad hand on his chest.

“I love you.” he says, leaning in, as your lips meet once again.

A.N: i honestly, it has not hit me that this fic is over, maybe after a day or two it will, i want to thank all of you for reading and coming along the journey of doll and bucky over these fifteen chapters. thank you for your sweet comments, reblogs and love, thank you for giving my fic a chance to be with you, to maybe provide comfort, provide a distraction or anything that this fic was or is for you.

i want to remind you that i will be open to writing more for this pairing more so one shots or drabbles about different moments, you can send in requests and i may come up with a few concepts but it will be a while before i post anything, i do have another bucky fic lined up might post about it in a week? idk.

A big hug from me and forehead kisses to all of you, thank you for everything you have provided to me by showing my story so much of love and care, i am so thankful.

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pastelroyce · 30 days

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I've been tagged ages ago by @dandenbo @mtreebeardiles and @sh00kspeared on different ask memes of the sort (thank you all for tagging me) and I'm in a sharing mood so I thought it'd be fun to just...compile them together because i'm insane

3 fave ships:

Johnny/m!V, Vik/m!V, mShenko; these three are always on rotation in my head amongst all my other ships atm.

First ship:

...it...um...uh.

Sonic/Shadow. Sigh.

Favorite childhood book:

I had a very, very brief phase of being into Eragon when I was in 7th grade or something (I'm talking very brief as in I never finished the first book)

Currently reading:

Not really anything currently, but the last fanfic I read was the spoils, the spoils by kindly on ao3 (E rated Vik/m!V fair warning). As far as physical reading material the last thing I read was 100 Ways to Improve Your Writing by Gary Provost.

Currently watching:

I don't actively watch shows/movies on my own time. I get too antsy at the idea of watching one continuous thing if I'm not like...purposefully determined to watch something (even then I need a break). The last time we used our streaming account was to watch Adventure Time, bf wanted to rewatch the show.

Fave color:

Basically everything in the circle, on the brighter/pastel side. Primarily pink tho.

Song stuck in head:

Right now it's Desperado by the Eagles

Last song listened to:

Chinatown by Jets to Brazil. Whenever i get around to making a playlist for my corpo V it's going on there.

Fave food:

Oh my god, there's so many. Tacos, good marbled brisket, hamburger.......

Spicy/sweet/savory:

Gimme it alllllllllllllllllllll

Currently craving:

Something fried and greasy and yucky because I've been stressed af all day

Last googled:

German Spitz for werewolf au purposes

Are you named after anyone?:

Yes! As a matter of fact! A book character with a name I vibed with immediately.

When was the last time you cried?:

A few weeks ago, can't even remember what it was tbh.

Do you have kids?:

I get bad baby fever from time to time, but something I came to terms with a while ago is that I'm too selfish to want children in my life. I value my privacy and alone time too much to disrupt that.

What sports do you play/have you played?:

I did karate and soccer when I was a wee lad. Neither interested me after a certain point.

Do you use sarcasm?:

Mostly when I know it'll be telegraphed as Being Funny, but I tend to do so unintentionally otherwise.

What is the first thing you notice about people?:

Hair usually, or whatever they're wearing

What's your eye color?:

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?:

Happy endings I guess? It's been a while since I've seen a movie...

Any talents?:

I have a knack for drawing silly cartoon faces if that counts...

Where were you born?:

Island in the PNW

What are your hobbies?:

Drawing, writing and playing video games mostly. I like to daydream about having new hobbies too, if that counts.

Do you have any pets?:

BABY BOY 🫵 BABY

How tall are you?:

Like 5ft4in or something, very middle of the road.

Favorite subject in school?:

Art and history were my fave in school

Dream job?:

At this point I've given up on the idea of a specific dream job and now just want something that'll keep a roof over my head and let me get take out guilt free lol

#text #im not immune to ask memes

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vargaslovinghours · 3 months

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EleVeN!11!!1! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10½)

Fuzzy Edgar forever. I don’t remember the context now, maybe there wasn’t any to begin with haha, he’s just so cute with slightly longer hair! And upset :)

Some Diaryfic snuggles ♥ Scriabin can be so sweet to him at the worst time ah, I love Edgar’s hard on his arm and Scriabin’s pulling his hair out of his injured eye 💕

While I was very inspired by the Red Flags meme going around (we’ll get there), I was just as inspired by Mixed Messages - this exchange is so silly and them to me. He’s just trying to flirt back, you don’t have to make it harder! That’s just what Scriabin does haha

🥐 🖕 D:’

What else did you expect Scriabin to do with texting capabilities?? I’m still very enamoured with the thought of Scriabin using emojis and Edgar using emoticons - they are sort of different generations!

Here’s the Red Flags! So gd catchy, damn lol. I was specifically inspired by the X is on a date with themself edits, it was so tempting to consider a Ladyverse version as well haha. Edgar’s uncomfortable smiles were so incredibly fun hehe ♪

Y’see because with that many eyes- you get it

Edgar’s little “Or do I??” makes me laugh haha, anything to get out of this situation!

Waiter Jake ❤️💕💖💞💗 Rescue him!

Very inspired by this one specifically, he’s totally innocent! Not offputting at all! ♥

Alright well good luck with that bye. I love Edgar being menaced into continuing this date hehe ♫

Scriabin just keeping on the pressure for this date to keep going! Slight neg in “Couldn’t you have dressed up a little nicer though? ✨” pft

Brief aside with Scriabin!Edgar out drinking with my OC Mint who has very openly had a crush on the Vargases for a while now, thanks Mint

Honestly it was all just an excuse to turn him down and have Scriabin call Edgar his “landlord” haha; I was feeling nostalgic and went back to reread some old YuGiOh fics and had been so long away that I forgot that was a term used in the fandom to refer to the bodies of people the various Yamis would take over hehe ♪ It felt very fitting!

I can call him that but don’t you call him that >:(

Angy Scriabin!Edgar, the usual

Handplates re/reading doodles!! Hghgh!!! The theses of these stories of codependent relationships cut me to my very core I’ll have you know 💕 I managed to avoid falling down the rabbit hole of Handplates!Vargas but I was this close, lemme tell you. The subtle shift in phrasing changes so much ;; I love them dearly

A kind-of leftover WOY style Scriabin, since I made his hair all pointy in my first doodles - the WOY style is quite soft and round! He looks very silly hehe

Another song that is, yes, unironically in my Vargas playlist. This is a Nny song to me and you can pry it from my cold dead correct hands. That beautiful facial hair ♪

More Handplates/Vargas, this time obviously inspired by my holiday request 💕💖💞 I honestly rather like how calm Gaster seems whenever he’s in Edgar’s vicinity, he is a fairly unassuming human haha. Is it because he doesn’t laugh very often? Oh no that’s sad actually haha

I’m not done with Blank Slate Ch. 4 just yet - hopefully soon! - but this lineup stands out to me especially since I made it while rereading Handplates. Specifically after Gaster is pulled out of the Void - Gaster having to face the people he loves who have no memory of him really spoke to me in a Blank Slate way - the scenario of being able to completely start over and have never done anything to hurt your loved ones, at the expense of never having done anything to them, as far as they’re concerned, ah! It hurts so beautifully!! That’s one of the central themes I’m chasing so it was so cool to see in that context! Very inspiring ♥

So remember how in my Sims post, one Vargas family ended up with two Todds? Well what if that but actually

Twin Todd AU, just try and stop me

The saddest little twins y’ever did see ahh 💔 Having to share Shmee because there’s just the one of him! Who has a greater need :’0

I actually went and skimmed the SQUEE! comics to get a better grasp on the Casils, I’d forgotten basically everything haha. It seemed in keeping that if they could barely keep track of the one Todd, they wouldn’t bother even differentiating between two :’) Taking Todd shifts to better share the load

At least they have each other! More helpful than a stuffed bear who eats trauma? On par at least?

I also happened to catch this screenshot of the Todds gossiping about their shadow-dad, though I’m not sure who had seen him :0 By now I have found an adoption memory-loss prevention mod - thank goodness :D - but it wasn’t installed at the time! :0 Blue Todd is the Todd who’d already been the Vargases’ kid, Red Todd is newly-adopted Todd :)

Greetings in order! One of the Todds came by to scout out this strange new person

It’s a name to go by, if nothing else

Reporting back from the field, he has served his big narrative influence hehe ♥

Uh, yeah, about that- While I don’t doubt you were seeing double at times, uhm-

Surprise! Double the sons!

Only so much space in this apartment! They’re probably used to sharing a space to sleep weh, the implications of this AU are sad! I have no one to blame but myself haha

I have never been able to give up this twisted love I have for Edgar getting flustered about incredibly silly things and Scriabin chiding him with just his name haha ♥ Real twins do not delegitimize whatever the hell you two are to each other 💕

Who me? An affinity for how names shape identity and what it means to be a whole separate person? In love with this story in particular? You must be mistaken. But really, what would their name(s) be? I also love the subtle differences even just here - one Todd speaks up for the other! Dynamics ✨

1994, 2004, basically the same year innit. Scriabin is so much more on the up-and-up about the latest technology than Edgar, that old man

In which the offscreen is me lol, I was so blown away by how much more advanced the Sims 2 was from the Sims 1 ♥ Scriabin doesn’t need a box with a program in it, he has the absolute funnest toy in the world already!

And isn’t that the most important part ♪

Scriabin immediately makes himself and hooks up with every Sim he can, Edgar uncomfortable and totally not watching a~ny of the animations hehe ♪ Honestly though, the thought of Scriabin being genuinely excited to virtually get it on with any-and-every delights me haha

Look. Look, okay, look- If I could choose what to be inspired by, I would but sometimes

Obviously Scriabin would be a long Furby lol, this exchange can be summarized to “Scriabin no D:” “Scriabin yes >:D”

He’s complaining that Edgar ignoring him sleeping is boring haha

I did briefly lose my mind over how the Furbish word for “I/me/my/mine” is all the same - linguistically it makes sense, self-possessive, but in this, in their context ♥

Based on that one Wojak format - looks into the camera like “Yes. I am in your head. Insanity tracks” pfft

And it’s @jaspravex with the steel chair!! I hadn’t drawn any of them in like a month and then all of a sudden- I was 1000% not expecting to be hit with such a huge wave of inspiration but gosh and dang did this line of thought light me up. The implication! The jealousy! Wow that’s a lot all at once I wasn’t expecting ♥ Somehow these two never ended up on my shipping chart, dynamics I swear haha ✨

There’s September through February for the fourth go ‘round! Wild when I put it like that :0 Like clockwork, these lads ♪

#💟#Doodles #Art #Sketchdump #Edgar #Scriabin #Jake #Todd #Shmee #Nny #There's a few errant things in here as well - The Sims 2 - Handplates #......Furbies #Look it's fine don't worry about it lol #Oh this one was so nice to edit <3 I've made it once <3 <3 When was the last time I could say that about one of these ♥#And you know what that means right? Other than the fact that I've gotten a bit better at making these without breaking them lol #It means my art production is finally actually properly for realsies slowing down! Not as many to compile over a three month period!#That last one really did surprise me that inspiration hit me upside the head after quite literally a month of nothing #Even my scratch pages hadn't taken precedent for a bit! And yeah this technically still isn't all of what I've made in the meanwhile lol #Once I finish Ch. 4 of Blank Slate there might be another :) Or I might let it go for another chapter or so ♪#Either way! Only took - when did I first go on hiatus lol #July of '22 so a year and a half-ish lol #To finally start to taper off - this is tapering off this is my airtight example of tapering off lol #Handplates and the Sims 2 were my big driving forces this time around hehe <3 Who knows what will catch my attention towards them next!#Lots of Todd AUs around here when I look huh :0 He is best boy he deserves the attention ♪#As always I'll be back in April as well for my personal Vargasversary and to be a sap hehe ♥#Never empty of thoughts or love! Just progressively quieter - for now ♪

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twst-beam · 11 months

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TWST MOOTSTERLIST

get it. because- okay nevermind i'm so sorry for the pun

@0klwkan: aavvie!! my first twst mutual and the person who brought me into it in the first place!! they are SO cool go check them out :DD vian my beloved <333 jamil smoocher 🫵🏽.

@shutupkida: kida!! i got to know her through stalking her blog because of her awesome fics the bllk-twst crossover! :DD i'll work on it i promise i just need to get my brain juice working :'D

@nem0-nee: KABABAYAN (1) honestly her art is just ??????? *chef's kiss* i am smooching your art i am eating it i am putting it on a pedestal and staring at it mwah. nemo reigns in chaos supremacy 😌

@officialdaydreamer00: ireneeee 🥺 my Soulmate 🥺🥺🥺 they're just like me fr fr. i saw them on auburn's blog and went 🫵🏽. 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽. wedding planner, fellow muse, tweel kisser, super mega amazing 😌.

@shyhaya: i saw haya on irene's blog and went ??? friend! very shy, but the art is *chef's kiss*, and her responses to tag games are very entertaining <333

@mangocat21: they've got AWESOME art :DD new to art??? seriously?? with that style?? i am deceased dead gone ascended to heaven that is SO cool OoO got into twst for leona got trapped by the floyd >:3

@azulashengrottospiano: auburn!! literally married to azul and writes absolutely BANGER fics. i'm still kicking my feet and giggling over some of them ///>v<///

@the-v-lociraptor: fellow muse!! her boy yuliy is a GIANT and VERY fun to draw :DD also her art and lore??? 🛐🛐🛐

@valerie-leech: valerieee!! she's so pretty omg and her art is AMAZING :DD fellow muse (and tweel kisser..? or is it just jade.. :00)

@i-like-forgs: ryoko!! fellow muse and a cool person 😎 i always see them on my activity feed thank you 🥺

@taruruchi: KABABAYAN (2) her art is so good like ???? VERY entertaining and a great mutual too :DD

@starry-night-rose: ellis!! her stuff??? so many things planned out and her ocs are SUPER intriguing :DD looking at u rn in curiosity and interest

@shkrmpp: shrimpy!! i saw one of their posts that said new moots were welcome so i proposed ^v^ <333 and their WRITING.. emotions go brrrr

@hydrangea-breeze: hydra!! her writing????? reading it all up and going 👀👀👀 and her posts and tags too i love reading them they're so entertaining ^v^

@totallymem3: KABABAYAN (3) her art???? going yes yes yes every time 😌 her yuu sounds SO fun to see and know about :DD

@synchronize03: YOU. you were responsible for the blowing up of my airport-leash-but-twst meme. a GOLDMINE of reblogs 😌

@ceruleancattail: ceruuuu!!!! cater kisser coughcough they are AMAZING as in VERY. VERY AMAZING. eloquence and elegance and flustering-capabilities are off the CHARTS they constantly make me go ADFGHJKHGFDSDFGHJKJHGH with their fics

@cookiesandbiscuits: KABABAYAN (4) cookie!! i saw her follow me one day and went :0000 called me cool once and i love her for it 🥺 PLAYLIST MAKER!! i was looking through some stuff again and found you!! went so THAT'S who cookie was how could i forget 😭😭😭 music taste is *chefs kiss* i'm gonna be jamming along to songs with you mwah mwah

@names-are-dumb: COLE I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE YOU IN MY TWST ACCOUNT FOLLOWS I AM ASHAMED FOR THIS GRIEVOUS OVERSIGHT 😭😭😭 anyway! this guy's brain is HUGE. like. the midas lore?? hello?? looking looking looking but also not going in with a ten-foot pole if i can help it ya boy's kinda scary but fascinating. very fascinating indeed 😌

@the-dumber-scaramouche: KABABAYAN (5), likes bicol express according to one of the posts i first saw on her blog :DD mainly simps for ???? definitely kaveh but there's a lot of conflicting posts for twst, and did i mention how ENTERTAINING her tags are I'm grinning ear to ear just reading them

@vioisgoinginsane: vio!! fellow jade faver (?) 🥺🥺🥺 her scenario posts are GENIUS and i love love LOVE her reblogs and tags. super supportive too like ????? <333333

@luvkamishiro: new moot!! BANGER art and ideas like seriously :000 seems super nice too :DD

@perfectlyunadulteratedjellyfish: KABABAYAN (6) dan!!! so nice 🥺 looking forward to getting to know them more :DD

@allioaro: new moot!! i saw her ruggie as housewarden post on my dash and got intrigued :DD her art is so cute it looks so soft and pretty 🥺🥺🥺 IMMACULATE and fun vibes detected as i looked through her blog 😌 idia smoocher >:D

@shinysparklesapphires: sapph!!! i CANNOT believe you haven't put here yet i SWEAR i already wrote one for you :((( absolutely INTERESTING OCs right here, and she's so cool??? first one to draw my babygirl everiu other than me thank you SO much 🥹🥹🥹 xeir oc lore?? once again going 👀👀👀👀👀 INTRIGUED by it 😌

@katriniac: ooooh she cooool. not much info about her, we just started following each ohter one day and i have no recollection of past interactions but SUPER honored to be moots with you!!

@dove-da-birb: DOVE!!!! they're so cool and supportive and nice and ASDFGHJKFJLDRNGNRJVNFHDQWHSLFJF 🥺🥺🥺🥺 AWESOME writer and friend and also their OCs????? writing blog is @da-birb-writes-sometimes go check it out for super good stories it'll be so worth it mwah mwah

@honkai-freak: new moot!! met them during the I-tweel-I wedding and they asked to be an usher! :DD

@somany-fandoms-solittle-time: aims!! fellow theater kid 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 has BANGER ideas and great music taste like seriously also so fun to interact with????

@murderisokay: new moot!! new to tumblr, apparently, but that's okay :DD vil smoocher?? 👀👀👀 also their artstyle is super cute and neat it's so nommable XD

@twistwonderlanddevotee: sofia!!!!! new moot and already a RIOT to be around :DDD like seriously she's so fun and she makes awesome wallpapers???? ALSO LIKES ARTEMIS FOWL AND MLB YES YES YES

tags i can copy-paste for convenience 😎 (apologies if you receive a double notification :'D): @0klwkan, @shutupkida, @nem0-nee, @officialdaydreamer00, @shyhaya, @mangocat21, @azulashengrottospiano, @the-v-lociraptor, @valerie-leech, @i-like-forgs, @taruruchi, @starry-night-rose, @shkrmpp, @hydrangea-breeze, @totallymem3, @synchronize03, @ceruleancattail, @cookiesandbiscuits, @names-are-dumb, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @vioisgoinginsane, @luvkamishiro, @perfectlyunadulteratedjellyfish, @allioaro, @shinysparklesapphires

more moots..? :00 yeet me an ask or comment or reblog if you wanna :DD let's be mutuals! ^v^

#calira rambles #mootsterlist #twst mootsterlist

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echo and... gavin??

ok so this is incredibly outlandish and doesn’t really have a huge amount of supporting evidence in canon that isn’t entirely circumstantial, but i think it’s cool and a fun idea to play with - plus, i have a wip based on this premise and i wanna lay the groundwork for that bc it’s a pretty mad concept if you’re not expecting it lol

so, i think about the imperium a lot - probably more than is normal or healthy - and i especially like to think about that one meme that erik posted on patreon just in the wake of cataclysm:

now, in all seriousness, it’s just a low quality meme that was probably made in about 5 minutes and just for fun, so i doubt it has any actual meaning - but i would like to propose a world where this meme is actually one of the most significant lore drops we’ve had yet!

in short, just go with me for a minute here - i would like to propose a world where gavin and echo are the same person.

we tend to treat a lot of these characters like real people with free will and agency, but they’re not - both on a meta level and inside the narrative itself. there’s a creator, and a larger narrative at play! even from echo’s very first introduction, he makes it clear that he exists as an independent, self-aware character - he’s emphatically NOT an impartial narrator, and while he certainly implies that he’s omnipotent and omniscient, it’s not clear whether he actually is, or where the real extent of his abilities and knowledge lies.

interestingly, he’s also both aware of AND separate from ‘Redacted’ (i.e. erik, canonising himself within his own universe) - he’s highly conscious that the events taking place aren’t real, and that he has some degree of control over the narrative. presumably, echo and ‘Redacted’ exist on the same level of reality in this universe - i.e. outside of it, but aware of what’s going on in there and able to change it.

ok, cool, but what does this have to do with gavin?

also, it’s a little bit weak, but go back and have a listen to echo’s playlist - don’t you think he speaks a lot like gavin (specifically early gavin, when he’s still all arrogant and whatever)? maybe this is just because they’re both being written by the same person, and their characters are just quite similar, but the resemblance is definitely there. circumstantial evidence, yes, but it’s worth mentioning.

to be honest, echo’s actually a little bit… strange?? when it comes to gavin?? he talks about him quite weirdly - the most obvious example for me is in ‘The Deal’, where he says:

it’s always struck me as a bit strange that echo SPECIFICALLY chooses gavin and fl to cross over with ivan and baby - and yes, i realise that there was probably an irl reason for this, but just go with it a bit longer! it’s likely that it was just pragmatism on erik’s part, of needing a storyline that could plausibly overlap with sadism’s hold, although maybe if the outcome of the poll had been different maybe this could have freed up fl to go out with damien as was the original plan… anyway, i digress.

hold onto that thought for a minute, and we’ll come back to the ‘why did echo choose gavin and fl?’ idea in a second.

it’s no secret that, if things continue as they are, freelancer is going to die - they are painfully, deeply human, and tbh they’ve survived some pretty long odds already! the confrontation with vega in their bedroom, the fight with vega in their living room, the inversion (and if you count the imperium, the takeover of - and escape from - the imperial academy)... all of these situations had the enormous potential to go horribly, horribly wrong, and freelancer could EASILY have died at any of those points!

if we exclude vega and fl’s first meeting (bc all things considered, vega was being cruel but not actually all that hostile in that interaction), gavin is almost always the one to save them - to step in and protect fl from whatever threats arose.

combine that with our idea from before - i’m suggesting that a world exists where freelancer dies at one of those points, or maybe even for an entirely unrelated reason that we don’t know about. maybe’s it’s vega in their living room, or the shade that killed xavier killing them too (i’ll come back to this later), or maybe it’s just that their natural lifespan comes peacefully to an end. they die, and that’s that.

except it’s not just that - because gavin’s not having it. it’s no secret, how much he loves freelancer, and i think he has the potential to do absolutely ANYTHING to stop them dying.

that anything, i suggest, is becoming echo.

this establishes the world that we’re hearing now - the universe that we’re familiar with is actually the second attempt. perhaps what we’re hearing are the delusions of a grieving demon, DESPERATE for a world where freelancer doesn’t have to die. or perhaps he finds a way to genuinely create a world where he makes the rules - maybe he finds his way to a world - ‘Redacted’’s (i.e. erik’s) world - where he can finally change things for good. maybe it’s time travel, or some sort of reset point, but whatever the case may be, he’s outside of it all now.

he couldn’t save his freelancer then, so he’ll do whatever he can to save them now - he’s walking them and this version of himself (whatever that might mean) through the life he had with his freelancer, just with a few… changes.

is he fully in control? no, that’s erik. but echo DOES control the imperium - and of everyone, it’s arguably vindemiator and freelancer who escape the horrors of that world the most successfully. they both survive RIDICULOUS odds, when you consider just how dangerous both of their situations are!

or, if you like, maybe echo’s not really in control of anything in the prime universe - maybe it’s erik steering the narrative but echo’s just able to hit the handbrake and make a few hasty edits whenever things look like they’re taking a turn for the worse. nothing earth-shattering, just changing a few minor details that keep freelancer safe (or even just alive).

in that vein, let’s come back to that point about xavier. this hc goes really well with the idea that fl is killed during the inversion, more specifically at the point just before gavin creates his ward. perhaps gavin can’t make that ward in time, and freelancer’s killed by the shade - so all that energy and power and hurt that OUR gavin pours into his ward from seeing xavier die? it’s that, but times a million if it’s freelancer who dies there - maybe that’s the moment where gavin manages to change things and step out of the bounds of the narrative. now, when we get to see it (i.e. in the versions of the audios that we know, which i’m calling here a ‘second attempt’), we’re given the character of xavier, who - apologies to the xavier nation - is essentially ballast, a human shield to stop the shade killing fl or gavin. for all intents and purposes, he’s a filler character with very little actually going for him - other than the fact that he dies during the inversion (and you can argue that even that is just to develop the characters of the DAMN crew a bit further). if we accept this hc, xavier is basically placed there by echo-gavin as one final, hail-mary barrier between freelancer and the shade who killed them the first time, to give gavin just enough time to put that ward together.

to take this a bit further, let’s return to the point about fl’s mortality for a bit. are we ever going to know their fate, or will this be left unresolved and up to our interpretation? will they settle for their human lifespan, or be turned into a vampire (willingly or otherwise)? will they die prematurely, or live out their natural lifespan, or find a way to artificially extend their life via some hitherto-unknown method?

placing this problem squarely in the context of the echo-is-gavin hc, i would love to see a world where echo finds some way - any way - to bend the rules of this universe, and to change freelancer or gavin in some way that they might be able to be together for the rest of both of their natural lives, however long or short that may be.

it strikes me as very interesting that when a’xerahn accidentally makes vampires, he’s searching for a way to create ‘a more manageable form of Concubus’ - of which incubi are a subset. is this just a choice that erik’s made either at random or because of the historical and cultural associations between sex and vampires and blood and all that? probably, yeah. but it’s especially interesting because it might imply that concubi are the easiest type of demon to convert humans to/from - which would then come with a whole HOST of implications for gavin and fl!

to be entirely honest, this is a completely off-the-wall hc that will almost certainly not come true - but it’s certainly fun to think about! basically i just want gavin and fl to be happy and in love and together forever, and i’ll come up with whatever hcs i like to make that happen lol

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted echo #this is totally ludicrous but it's really fun lol #absolute crack but i take it way too seriously as usual lmao #i have a wip that's all about this and i think this might be necessary to set that up #bc otherwise i just sound totally crazy #batten down the hatches ginger's theorising again

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wooahaes · 2 years

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ur woozi drabble was too cute :<<< !! can i req a vernon one where u guys love sending each other music recs n just something cute hehe

omg… yes 💕

mixtape

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

word count: 1k~

warnings: n/a just fluff <3

daisy’s notes: me struggling to name this </3 forgive me i dont know how to title things lmao

By all means, Vernon adding love songs onto your playlist shouldn’t have been as out of nowhere as it had been. But you knew Vernon, and you knew he didn’t just make a playlist for anyone (an admission he made to you when he asked about where his other friends’ playlists were), so you knew something had to be up.

The whole reason he had made you a playlist was because that was essentially the reason the two of you met: he’d been eyeing the record you were looking at and decided to pipe up when you started deciding between it and another one. He’d very politely asked if he could give you his opinion after watching you stand there for almost five minutes, gave you the lowdown on the two albums, and the two of you seemed to click when you realized how much you both loved music. It started with you two trading numbers so you could send song recs to each other whenever you felt like it. He’d send you a Spotify link sometimes to a song, following it up with a “thoughts?” which you typically threw a paragraph back at him. When you did the same, he’d either send you a thumbs up or a thumbs down emoji. The first time you’d been a little off put, worried that maybe your taste didn’t actually match up with his as much as you thought it would.

Then he called you an hour later with a “sorry, I had to relisten to it like ten more times,” before talking to you for almost half an hour about things you hadn’t even noticed when you listened. That became your thing: you’d send each other song recommendations, and typically talk them over later on either over the phone or in person. You liked the way his eyes lit up when he was really invested in a track. Even if he wasn’t a fan, he always found something cool to focus on.

That was how you found out he was working on his own music. You had asked him to listen, and he had just grown flustered and shook his head saying that he wasn’t sure yet. He hadn’t finished anything yet. So you accepted that and let it slide. He’d show you when he was good and ready, and if he never showed you, that was fine, too.

You didn’t expect, however, for him to send you a cover he did with a few of his friends. They were all talented in their own right, but you felt the heat rush to your face as you realized how in his element he is when he was rapping. You’d heard him sing a few times--usually just when it was the two of you, sitting in either your apartment or his, talking over music because he’d be talking and then he’d try to point out a lyric and he’d sing it softly just so you knew exactly what he meant by what he was talking about.

Frankly? You were a little whipped.

It was somewhere around there that he made you the playlist, saying he’d stop clogging up your texts with song links and that he’d just let you know when he added a few songs. You marveled a little at the idea and sought out to do the same, simply naming the playlist after him like he had done for you. Sometimes it was music he thought you’d like, sometimes it was songs that he said reminded him of you (a fact that made your heart swell), other times it was literal meme shit that he threw on there to tease you. It was sweet, honestly.

Then you got hit with the link to something he was working on, and you immediately spent the next hour on call with him hyping him up. You could hear how flustered he was from his voice alone, and you’d honestly kill to see his cute face then. You tried to bribe Seungkwan for any pictures he might have taken without Vernon knowing, but he didn’t budge... even with your bribe of money, treats, iced Americanos because you KNEW he liked them, SEUNGKWAN. You’d have to tell Vernon sometime that his best friend really was solid. Yours would probably sell you out for a single corn chip.

It was after that that the love songs started popping up. He vaguely mentioned adding some new stuff to your playlist, you asked if you could call later on, and it was set up.

“So,” you dragged out the word, “heeey, buddy... Did you mean to add a bunch of love songs in there?”

Something got knocked over on his end. A cup, based on the quick, “ah, shit, no, fuck--” you heard afterward, followed by a profuse apology to you since he needed to grab paper towels. When he came back, you restated your question, and he cleared his throat. “You don’t appreciate a good love song?”

(Truthfully, he’d bought himself some time with that accidental spill and proceeded to fight himself mentally because he’d made a second, private playlist for you.)

“I mean, yeah,” you said. “Do you put love songs on all your friends’ playlists...?”

“No!” He paused, “I mean... You know I don’t make specific playlists for them. You’re special like that.”

“Oh.” You felt the heat rising to your face. “So...”

“So?”

“Are you saying... that you like me?”

He said nothing at first. Then you heard it, his voice quiet as he admitted a small “Maybe.” Then another pause, “I mean, I just thought you’d like the songs. If you don’t like them, I can take them off--”

“No, leave them,” you smiled. “We can talk about them when you come over next.”

“And if that’s tonight...?”

You hummed, glancing over at your planner. You had an essay due on Sunday, but you could put it off. “Then I guess I’ll see you tonight.”

You could hear his soft chuckle. “It’s a date.”

#wooahaes.ask #wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #vernon x reader #vernon x you #svt vernon x reader #svt vernon x you #chwe vernon x reader #chwe vernon x you #chwe hansol x reader #chwe hansol x you

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #2

Whoops I tripped and fell into the Blue Lock Dub we're back at it again WHOOO!

Now with shippy bits because I can :P

Rin likes to say words of gratitude in English to his teammates because none of them speak/understand him. He'll say something like: "I appreciate you. Thank you for making my time here at Blue Lock that much more fulfilling." And Isagi will just be all: "What? Whatcha say?" He always bullshits them after though. "I said you suck." "OI-"

Nagi and Chigiri like to quote dumb memes/vines/tiktoks at the most inconvenient times. They mainly does it to annoy Barou; It drives the resident King up a wall when it's 2 am and all he hears is: "FrEsh LeMonAID, FrEShly Squeezed~" There had to be a "No memes" ban placed after Barou threatened to strangle Chigiri with his hairdryer and shove Nagi's phone up his-

Gagamaru and Raichi have an ongoing slap war. Whenever one passes the other they make it a point to cuff the back of that person's head and RUN. Currently Gagamaru's got the lead by height alone, but Raichi gets creative in his return smacks. Junichi doesn't participate; he's witnessed one too many beds breaking when Raichi's retreat plan flopped and Gagamaru attacked back.

Reo's entire playlist post Nagi's betrayal consisted of "Kill Bill" by SZA on repeat. One time Chigiri and Kunigami heard Reo crooning in the shower "I might kill my Nagi~ Where to hide the body?~"

Sae likes massages but refuses having his feet touched. A lot of people assume it's because he has a superstition about "Massaging them removes the luck within" (Shidou's BS), but really he's just stupidly ticklish there that even the attempt to grab them will make him giggle like a child. (And yes- Shidou knows abou this. Yes- he has walked out of a tickle fight with a broken nose because of it.)

Aryu despises spicy food. He can't take the heat and it makes him all sweaty. "So not glam" he whined after accidentally ordering too hot a bowl of ramen. He also hates milk- so it's a constant cycle of eating the spicy ramen as not to waste it, and then chugging milk to ease the burn, and then eating more spicy ramen to get the taste of milk out of his mouth, etc. etc.

Isagi was over the moon when he found out Chigiri's favorite song was "Blue Bird" by Ikimono Gakari. Then he felt beyond betrayed when said redhead told him he'd never seen an episode of Naruto in his life and heard the song on his sister's playlist one day; hence why he likes it.

Bachira cannot take compliments. He get's all flustered and shy when even the smallest praise is passed his way. "Bachira, you did amazing last game!" Cue our monster dribbler covering his face and waving off the kind words with a "Staaaaaap~" Isagi finds it absolutely adorable and constantly finds things to compliment him on just to make the usually whimsical player stammer and blush.

Isagi is the only person who's effectively made Rin laugh. It wasn't a big one; just a small puff after Isagi made an off-hand remark about Ego giving "Big cheese stick energy" Isagi holds onto that memory like a trophy, forever proud that he was the first to make Rin smile before the younger boy looked away and refused to meet his gaze.

Kunigami does the thing where he'll go: "Chigiri, look at me?" And when said redhead does, he'll gently take his chin and kiss him. It never fails to fluster his boyfriend, even when he's prepared for it.

Niko once wore his bangs pushed back from his face. Everyone lost their shit because they'd never seen his eyes before and thought he was another person. (Also might have made some people heart-squeeze because he's adorable??? Have you seen his eyes- they're so big and green HELLO???)

Barou knows the Nyan Nyan Dance from Macross Frontier, along with various other anime dances. His two younger sisters are obsessed with them and begged him to teach them any new ones they discover. He absolutely refuses to share this knowledge with anyone and if someone were to suspect it; he'd threaten to kill them.

Rin openly despises Danganronpa because everyone keeps saying he's the "Blue Lock Shuichi Saihara"; but secretly he's thrilled at the comparison because he rather enjoyed Danganronpa. (Maki was his favorite). If asked though he'll say it's dumb.

Tokimitsu gives fabulous hugs- you just have to occasionally reassure him he's doing fine else he panics thinking he's hugging too tight or too loose. He doesn't really talk much, but the gesture says everything in itself.

#Blue Lock #headcanons #midnight thoughts #spontaneous headcanon #I'm between very sleepy and can't sleep #so here's some headcanons :D #Okay I'm off to bed goodnight y'all :D #ASGBLHCs

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ghostiiess · 11 months

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - coming out to seb!

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

pov: this is what i think your bestfriend seb would do if you did a coming out to him

warning: none

type: wholesome and super cute!

member: sebastian moy (i put seb as your best friend because i didn't want to influence your sexual orientation. maybe some people read me and are more attracted to women than men, or something like that so i decided to find it more appropriate to put seb as your best buddy, so that everyone can read this hc without feeling rejected or forgotten!)

happy pride month, everyone! may this month be fulfilled with joy and fun <3 i, myself, am in the lgbtq+ community (i'm pan!) and i thought it could be super cute to do a little post like that! know that you are valid and accepted here and that i'll never judge you for what you are or what/who you want to be!

just so it's clear, i took seb for this post, just because i wanted to. there's no other reason why i took him, so please don't think i chose seb for a certain reason, i just wanted to write this post about him bc i thought it'll be cute!! i don't mind doing the others members, but i think every members would have the same reactions as seb <3

so... you came out to seb

his face went to 😐 to 😯 to 😆

the sweetest guy omg

"omg, y/n!! that's so awesome!! i'm so happy for you!"

he couldn't stop smiling :(

"congrats!! i'm so proud and happy for you.. so happy you were enough comfortable and confident to tell me!"

(rest of the hc under the cut!)

he would hold your hand and like smile even wider

"you are so valid, y/n!! you have all my support! since when do you know it?"

the nicest supporter for you :(

he would thank you so so much

"thank you for trusting me with this.. i really appreciate it. i promise that nothing changed or will change between us. to me, you're still the same person i know.. except that now, i'll be watching every smirks of yours when a certain person will pass.." (example: if you're into womens, he'll check if you're looking at them and smirks)

bye he would tell all the members (only if you want to and are comfortable ofc!!)

"yeah, y/n's is [your sexual orientation/gender].. isn't that cool? LIKE ISNT SHE SO AMAZING, GUYS?!"

he would buy the flag 😭 he's so cute what-

no because in my head, sebastian would be like a bit confused because he doesn't know if he's doing too much or not

oh oh!! he would also buy you things related to your sexual orientation/gender

like mini bracelets if he find any or like keychains

"eh y/n!! check that mug, it have your flag on it! isn't it so cute?"

and if you are not comfortable showing to the world your orientation/gender, he would stop doing it or like keep doing it, but like give it to you in private or something like that

he know it can be hard to come out, so if you tell him to stop, he will. he do not want you to make you uncomfortable :/

he would do researches on your sexuality and how to support you to the fullest!

like if there's any special day in the month of june or if there's like any places or events that 'promote' this orientation.. like pride parade and everything.. he would drive you there (if you want and are comfortable to, ofc)!

no bc why am i thinking that seb would send you meme of that

like this one (the link is safe, it's only a meme picture)

or like this tiktok (the link is safe too!)

"did you see the meme i send you? IT WAS KINDA FUNNY, RIGHT?"

"the tiktok i sent you was so funny.. like lgbtqueue.. like they do a queue.. and lgbtQ.. do you get it?" (yes seb, we do)

this man would tease you sooo much

he'd be like "yo, this person behind you can't stop looking at you.. it's so cute"

and things like that, you know?

he'd create a playlist just for you

"for my bestie #slay"

and it would be like lgbtq+ song + (ofc) some weeknd songs bc it's seb we are talking about

lastly, i think seb would support you so so much and encourage you :(

like he's so sweet

and so kind

we all want a seb in our life

hope you guys liked it!!

taglist (open! send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

bold can't be tagged :(

#ghostiiess #nsbheadcanons #northstarboys #north star boys #sebastianmoy #sebastian moy #sebmoy #seb moy #nsb #headcanons #headcanon #pride month #happy pride month #lgbtqiia+#lgbtq

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monster-noises · 9 months

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hi!! please tell me about lazarus!! i keep seeing your art and the sidebar image on your blog, i would love to know more!!

OHOHOO I thought I had passed the point where someone who followed me Wouldn't know who Lazarus is... but if you're newer I guess you probably would have missed the Hayday where there were new pictures of him every like.. two days!

but yes, absolutely, I will tell you about the Boy :3c

To start with the Context: Lazarus Bosch is my Resident Evil Village OC, brought to proverbial life about twoooo months after the game came out as a result of me falling terribly in love with Karl Heisenberg (and the general world of the game) and needing to Do something about it Lmao He changed a fair bit since his first iterations(none of which made it online), and originally I wasn't going to share him with anyone, but as I gained confidence with my fanart, and as his story kept swirling and growing in my mind, I saw other folks posting about their own OC's and I let go of the Cringe and threw him out into the world (/v-v)/ At this point in time I am working on actually Writing his and Karl's story in the form of a Fan Comic called Flesh and Hot Iron (FaHI, for short)

Now! the boy himself! Lazarus, before he is anything else, is an artist. In the old world he made inert mixed-media taxidermy Automata, in The Village he makes sculptures of living flesh using the power of the Cadou. His art was and Is his world, it is Creation before all else, up to and including his Self Preservation Instincts. Which is... how he ended up in The Village in the first place really. He's passionate, frequently obsessive, frantic and often moody, just imagine what it would look like if you took a Mad Scientist and shoved it in the skin of a Pretentious Artist and that's pretty squarely Lazarus at a glance. Elegant and Terrifying, Beautiful and Filthy, a Man with an Inhuman nature... He's not that simple as a character in the wider scope of his narrative of course, he's got Much more Going On, but we can't be here Forever and also there will be the whole Comic to get into that! (I am also Notoriously bad for expressing these sorts of things in words alone, I need to show that man in Situations to get the point across dfjkghsdg) as the impetus for his creation would imply he and Karl are Together and the story of their relationship and lives in the Village are the core of the Narrative for FaHI, Though Lazarus is the focal character we see the world through. I usually describe them as like.. the same note played at different octaves, two harmonious pieces come together to form something great and terrible and resonant, if not just straight up fucking annoying. Their story is about trying, about wanting to try, about making the best of a bad situation and fumbling your way to something Good when you don't really know what that means, about being human but also being monsters, about loving both Because and In Spite Of, about rage and fear, and of course about Nasty Old Man Sex... and that.. should theoretically give you the basics! If you want some more juicy and specific details I Did do a full-detail character-exploration post here! he also has a character playlist called; Hands in the Belly of the Divine and him and Karl have a playlist of course called Flesh and Hot Iron !!! His tag on my blog is Meat Husband, where you can find what is basically a pinterest board of things that have his Vibe, inspiration for his art, and Jokes and Meme's

#monster noises #meat husband #I always feel my descriptions of him as a character are a bit lackluster and don't like.. capture the right picture #but hopefully this is a worthwhile introduction!#if you wish for more specific answers so ask away!#I have not a lot of time to draw my boy these days I may as well Type about him

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Five

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, angst, bucky and morgan interacting is pure fluff, angst (in that precise order)

Word Count: 6143 Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Four || Chapter Six

Bucky smiled as he headed into Stark Tower’s research floor. Today was a good day, he was about to ask for his place on the trial once again, he felt he was ready to take it on once again. After having a long conversation with you, where you made sure that this was a decision that was not influenced out of trying to be a better man for you or him feeling inadequate without the arm.

He wanted to get back to it because he had signed up. He never liked giving up midway so he wanted to complete his trial. If it worked out this time and didn’t shock him.

Tony beams at him, “Barnes look what we have!”

Bucky’s grin slowly fades, when he looks at what Tony is pointing towards or rather who he was gesturing towards.

A man sat near his desk with his arm propped up, the skin of his face was heavily scarred on one side and his left arm had been amputated from below the elbow. The man gives him a grin as they reach the table.

“Hey, I’m Brock Rumlow, you’re Barnes right?” He brings forward his other hand which was also scarred but not entirely damaged. Bucky shakes his hand.

“Yep, I’m, James Barnes. I go by Barnes.” He then looks to Tony for a further explanation.

“Ah yes, well, we had one place right?” Tony begins, excited about the project as usual.

“Yeah um, the one,” Bucky feels his hope dwindle.

“Yes, so Brock here matched the criteria so we shipped him out of Los Angeles to come and be a part of the trial.” Tony smiles at Bucky, “I thought you could take lead on the coding.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He answers setting his bag down as Brock stares at his missing arm.

“Hey, yeah what did you want to talk about?” Tony recalls the message Bucky sent in the morning.

“Oh nothing, just about a few vacation days…” He lies easily.

“To meet the other half?” Tony wiggles his brows and Bucky chuckles.

“Unfortunately no, we’re still getting that figured out. This was more for going to meet mum and spend a few days there.” Bucky explains, Tony nods as his phone rings and then he gestures for a minute before putting on a serious voice to deal with the call.

“So you code?” Brock questions as Bucky settles in onto his chair, he quickly retrieves his phone and texts you about the loss of the chance, he sets his phone aside.

“Damn, she’s something.” The man whistles as he sees your picture with the bouquet of lilies on Bucky’s home screen before the auto lock initiates.

His jaw tenses, “She is my girlfriend.”

“Oh, well, she’s pretty big. How did you land her or did you settle because well, missing limb and her weight?” Brock gives a laugh.

Bucky reminded himself to breathe. Not to punch the guy, but breathe. Breathe Bucky.

“Listen, man. That is my personal life, I’d much rather we not discuss that, you know? She’s beautiful. For the record? Neither of us settled for the other.” Bucky glares before averting his gaze to switch on his laptop.

“Hey, geez was just making a joke, sorry man.” Brock raises his hand in defence.

“You guys bonding alright?” Tony returns and mounts the sensory plate on Brock’s elbow as Bucky begins to initiate the software to go through the pre checks and establish a baseline.

“Yep, great.” Brock beams at Tony and Bucky holds back an eye roll.

“Barnes? How is it looking?” The researcher walks towards his side.

“So the connections are live and we’re about to begin the sensory threshold, tolerance and pain threshold test. Brock you will feel a tingling that time you need to verbalise, then when the tingling gets too much and the point where it converts to pain.” Bucky explains, pulling up the window for the test to begin.

“Okay got it.” Brock takes a deep breath and nods.

“Starting in three, two, one.” Bucky presses enter and it initialises. Tony watches as Bucky clicks each parameter in time with Brock’s cue.

“Alright, we’re set with this.” Tony claps, “Now off to Parker to calibrate the plate then you come back to Bucky to mount the prosthetic.”

Brock nods and follows Tony after being disconnected from Bucky’s station. The man sighs and rests his head on his palm. Disappointment lacing through him.

“Are all days tough here?” A laugh follows the sentence and Bucky is greeted by a blonde woman who flashes him a smile.

“Oh no, I just tend to bring the dramatic flair now and then.” He shrugs.

“I’m Sharon Carter, here for the coder position?” She extends the folder that houses her resume and Bucky’s face dawns in realisation.

“Oh yeah, we spoke over email, I’m James Barnes.” He takes the folder and holds out his hand for her to shake.

“Nice to finally put a face to the name.” She smiles and he chuckles.

“Likewise.” He smiles back.

“So your first round of interviewing will be done by Mr. Stark, he will just get to know you better see if your vision and work ethic aligns with the things we have going on here and what we do here. The second will be with me and then within a few days we’ll let you know.” He explains as they walk to the conference room, Bucky sets her resume down and calls Tony through his phone.

Doing a once over as he waits for Tony to pick up he is impressed by she has all five coding languages known proficiently.

“Hey Barnes,” Tony greets, sounding tense.

“Hey, Ms. Carter is here,” He informs.

“Oh shoot, can you do your bit first still stuck with Rumlow. Guy’s got a mouth on him.” Tony groans as another short circuit sound reaches Bucky. He wants to say something more but he holds back.

“You take care of that I’ll handle this till you can come in.” He assures and then sits on the chair.

“So he’ll be a while so you have my segment first and then Tony’s, which in a way is better.” Bucky attempts at easing nerves by making way too stupid jokes, but it works for him and you so it could work for someone else too.

Sharon laughs, “I’m relieved, honestly, I was so scared.” Her eyes linger on his left shoulder.

“Yeah, I lost it during my years in active duty, I don’t really go into much detail if that is what you’re looking for.” He notices and answers, it’s better coming from him anyway.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I just, Stark Industries have this amazing trial I thought you’d have one set aside for you already.” She sits up straighter, leaning forward, concerned. Something about her knowing had him on edge, he’d flag that to Tony.

“I was but it sort of fired back so I thought better to help others first.” Bucky explains and then begins to redirect questions to her resume and previous experiences with coding.

When he reaches the end where she’s listed her hobbies practicing at the gun range catches his eye.

“You go to a gun range?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well people have their de-stressors I have mine. One is pretty near by, you could come along if you want I’m headed there this evening.” Sharon smiles at the prospect.

“Oh I wouldn’t want to intrude.” He shakes his head dismissing the invite.

“What, no way you won’t intrude, James, come on have some fun.” Sharon lightly places her hand on his, Bucky retreats his hand back.

“I’m sorry didn’t mean to give off any sort of signal or anything to lead you on. I’m in a happy relationship.” Bucky quickly informs her.

“Oh no, I’m sorry I just with friends I’m usually very affectionate so sometimes that just, also no this would be just something fun to do, not a date or anything.” Sharon’s cheeks tinge red at embarrassment.

“The invite still stands,” She slides him a card of the range, “Some of my friends may come along as well, you should join in, bring your friends too.” She smoothens over the earlier moment.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” He says, pocketing the card.

Tony enters and dramatically drops onto his designated chair.

Bucky only shakes his head bemused.

“So Ms. Carter did you have a good interaction with Mr. Barnes?” Tony looks at her expectantly.

“Yes, he’s very kind and explained everything well.” She smiles at Bucky then Tony.

“Good because if you both will be working together you need to not snap the head off of each other’s shoulders.” Tony explains, Bucky grows confused as does Sharon.

“I’m sorry I thought you would let me know later…” She looks between the two men.

“Ah yes but I spoke to your instructors and previous company, I think we can take you on board, what say you, Barnes?”

Sharon looks at him hopeful and her skills did match to what they needed on the team.

“How about a two day test run? See if both sides are acclimating well?” Bucky looks to Tony who nods.

“I can agree to that.” The researcher turns to Sharon.

“I’d be stupid to say no.” She admits with a grin.

“Good so you can start today, Bucky can show you what we’re working on.” Tony stands and beckons them to follow Bucky checks his phone for your reply then places it back on his desk as they begin to start working and explaining everything to Sharon.

You shut your laptop, finally the presentation was done and you could safely return to the distraction that your phone served as, as well as being the connect to your lovely blue eyed boyfriend. You smile to yourself as you unlock the device.

You frown reading his message from two hours ago:

James🌻:

hey doll, so as i entered there was a new entry into the trial who got the spot i abandoned. not that great of a start to the day, send me your presentation once you’re done, i’ll give you feedback and don’t get distracted if you see this message before completing your work.

i love you

You smile at his message but also sadness pulls at you. He was so hopeful about completing the trial and doing this for himself as a challenge and not as a need just be someone helping to improve the future models from the prototypes.

Doll🌸:

hey Bucky, just got done with the Presentation I’ll send it in a while, sorry I missed the message earlier. I’m sorry that was the start to your day. Why don’t you still talk to Mr. Stark?

Once the people advance to the next phase they might have place for where you were in the trial. So you could do it then? Could that work? Let me know what are your thoughts on this, I suppose it could work.

I hope the rest of your day goes well.

I love you

You open up the laptop emailing yourself the presentation and CC-ing Bucky on the email, only then do you allow yourself to lay into bed to get some rest. You scroll through a few social media sites before your lids grow heavy.

You’ve left a scattered few messages for Bucky and memes but you know once they begin their work day there even at lunch his phone isn’t spared a glance.

Bucky groans, rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle finger and covering his eyes. Maybe he should get those blue light glasses you told him about. He’s about to pick up his phone to check in with you.

“Barnes, listen, I have an interesting prospect for you.” Tony appears out of no where as usual.

“You’ve got trap doors here or what? Always pop up from thin air.”

“Science is magic baby.” He wiggles his brows.

“Now, enough about my skillset, I want to offer you a little more work. I have a few softwares being developed and I want you on board. That is if you agree. Of course the pay scale and everything will be upped and matched accordingly. Just think over it and let me know by tomorrow?” Tony taps the table in a rhythm and bounds off to check on the others.

Bucky flips through the iPad Tony leaves with the information about the projects. It does seem challenging but very rewarding as well.

“Would be stupid to say no.” Sharon muses aloud.

“The timings will be hectic.” Bucky counters, looking at your picture.

“What the girlfriend won’t back your climb up the ladder?” She quirks an eyebrow.

“Its long distance right now, so making time for us is my priority.” Bucky defends, he knew it wasn’t always going to be an easy road but living in ignorance of other things was blissful.

“Well then I guess you guys have an important conversation ahead.” She gives him a small smile then turns back to her computer.

Bucky finally unlocks his phone and opens up your text thread.

Doll🌸:

Bucky

BUCKYYYYYY

JAMEEEESSSSSSSSS BUZZFEED UNSOLVED IS ENDING. I KID YOU NOT IM SO UPSET RIGHT NOW. I MIGHT CRY. WE MET BECAUSE OF THEM.

okay i’m not crying it just took me by surprise. It’s the end of an era.

did you speak to Mr. Stark again?

i miss you

also i’m getting very sleepy, call me when you get free okay? Wanna see your cute face and hear your voice

also mum said yes to talking to you, she’s a James Barnes fan already. (pretty sure she expects a surprise bouquet too)

i miss you don’t care about the time just call me okay? Dunno why just missing you a lot today.

He frowns, his work days were busy. If he took this added load, your timings to speak would be further stretched apart. Checking the time he calls you, it was just after midnight for you.

“Hey Doll,” He greets as your face loads up on the screen.

“Hey James.” You smile at him, sleepily.

“Did I wake you?” He begins to walk towards the break room, setting the phone against the toaster as he retrieves his lunch to warm it up..

“No, just tired, how was work?” You sit up studying his face and running your thumb over his cheek on the screen. You really miss him today.

“Works, okay. Um, I couldn’t speak to Tony yet about your suggestion. But he, um, offered me a place on a bigger project.” Bucky bites his lip and your face laces with confusion.

“You won’t be on the team?” You ask, knowing he enjoyed working with them.

“No, I would be dividing my time fifty-fifty-ish. So my hours may increase but the pay increases in accordance as well. I’m just worried about, us.” He admits, resting his head against the couch.

“Why?” You question, not catching on; it seems like a good opportunity for him.

“Well, because our co-ordinated time is already limited this would strain it further…”

“Bucky, is this something you want to do?” Your gaze softens, never wanting him to give up his aspirations for you.

“It is, its software development and I looked over the docket for a moment and it does challenge me further.” He confesses.

“Well then, you should do it, we’ll figure out date nights/days and place our calls based on the time I could have my lunch late with you to coordinate your breakfast? You did say you wanted to have a breakfast date.” You smile at him and he feels his heart melt.

“What did I do to get so lucky to find you?” Is all he says looking at you with admiration.

“You were you, James.” You say, adoring his soft gaze.

“Missing me a little less now?” He quirks an eyebrow. You shake your head.

“Missing you loads,” you say, then clear your throat, “Um, I had a small request.”

He furrows his brows then nods to say go on.

“Could, could you send me one of your shirts or hoodies? If only you’re okay with it.” You clear your throat again, it had been on your mind to ask him but you were worried about what would he say.

“Yeah I have a new one—,”

“Something you’ve worn.” You interrupt and realisation dawns on his features.

“Am I going to get it back?” He gives you a smirk, voice teasing.

“No, um this will officially be my first ‘I stole my boyfriend’s clothing but not my last’ item.” You promise with a smile.

“I know just the one to send to you, only if you send me one of your hoodies in return.” He bargains and you huff.

“Why do you want to steal mine?” You argue.

“Hey, it’s only fair.” He defends.

“Fine, but how will it… fit?” You wonder, Bucky was bigger than you height and built wise but when you did send him merch from his favourite comic book series you noted the sizes he usually wore.

“Baby.” Bucky pulls you out from the rabbit hole you were going to fall into.

“Look, how about I buy the hoodies to match and wear mine till I get it couriered, and send you the packed one with mine and you wear it and send it back? I’ll show you it will fit.” He assures with a smile.

“Sure?” You worry your bottom lip.

“Positive, can’t wait to feel how it would be to hold you in my arms.”

“Can’t wait for that either.” You admit excitedly, warmth blooming within your chest at the prospect of having a piece of him closer.

The conversation moves to the video call with your mum, your dad still being kept under wraps because there was the point of him thinking it would be stupid to date someone miles away.

When Bucky notices he’s kept you up for an hour he worries. Even with your constant dismissals.

“I’ll message you once I’m home, and I’ll leave notes for your presentation though I don’t think any will be needed.” He praises and you blush.

“Get home safe okay?” You request.

“I will baby, you get some sleep alright?” He requests.

“I will.”

“And go get that job. Don’t let an opportunity go. Ever.” You remind him and he laughs.

“Yes Ma’am.” He gives you a salute.

“Good, at ease Sergeant.” You carry on with the joke.

He toys with his dog tags for a moment when something he always wanted to do pops up in his mind as the best idea for the three months together and over all six months of knowing you and falling for you.

You both smile at each other waving and saying your respective ‘I love you’s.

He checks the time its 4 PM and Tony would still be there in the building and he sets off to get the job.

The dog tag gleams in the light as they rests upon you, Bucky runs his fingers over the picture you sent him and you’re wearing the hoodie he sent. He always wanted to give one set of his tags to the woman he would come to love, who he saw a future with and looking at you, his tags, they just belong. He can feel it in his entire being.

He puts the picture back in the frame as he does with the commissioned faceless painting you sent him which morphs you both together without actually being together. He will thank the artist endlessly for this.

The painted picture rests on his home desk and your picture wearing the hoodie and tags is going to be on his desk at Stark Towers and he has a smaller print that will stay in his wallet ride beside his ID.

You remember the excited video call where you were shown just a door and then a plaque that read Bucky’s name before he entered and showed you the two desk office space that he and Sharon were promoted towards.

Sharon, was nice is all you could say. Natasha however, did not like her at all. Always said she gave off a bad vibe and you dismissed it but you didn’t like the fact she was always too close to Bucky in any of the pictures of the outings of the team.

“You know staring at the picture won’t get him to understand why it bothers you.” Natasha says as you lay on the bed in her room. You both were paired up for a major presentation which went much smoother than either of your projects and even the Professor with the PhD from hell praised the two of you.

So you sat at somewhat peace as well after the stupid third week of hardly any communication.

You toy with Bucky’s tags, somehow they comforted you as if you had a more intimate piece of him to hold during the most anxiety inducing times.

“I just, she knows he’s dating me. Give him some personal space?” You groan, hating how you sound like a possessive crazed girlfriend.

“Babes, listen, she knows you’re a long distance couple too, look if you want I’ll get us on the next plane out of here so I can cut that annoying ponytail off of her head. While you go sit on your soldier’s lap.” Nat shrugs like it isn’t a big deal.

“Sergeant he was a sergeant.” You correct, holding up the tags as proof. She rolled her eyes but only smiled.

You want to laugh at the mental image that your brain is coming up with; Nat running behind Sharon with shears and horror music playing in the background.

“Ooh Sam’s calling!” She beams and you tuck your phone away after sending a message to Bucky about him enjoying the evening. It didn’t help that it was way to early in the morning by comparison to Bucky’s 7 pm.

They had successfully run the software in beta and it was a celebratory evening. Tony was very excited by every prospect of it. So they had been given the next day as an off to calm down and bring the gruelling three weeks to an end.

But then retrieve it as Bucky messages you a few times in a row. Which was limited given how the previous three weeks have been difficult to cope with the schedules and conflicts. So the sudden burst of time you both had gotten felt something foreign for now.

----Week One----

You slept through the alarm to call Bucky after his late shift ended.

Bucky slept through his alarms on three days and missed the breakfast/late lunch with you. He could only give you an audio call as he zoomed through the process of his daily routine.

The one day you both planned a date you two resorted to just napping while the video call auto disconnected after ninety minutes.

Bucky woke up stared at the darkened screen, guilt shrouded over his heart but then the phone lit up.

Doll🌸:

I guess we both slept for the major chunk of it, I’m sorry this week has been so hectic it feels like we’ve hardly spoken when in-fact if you look at our chats across the app we have spoken.

I miss you, don’t feel guilty about having to be busy or working hard.

We’ll make up for the time lost. Let me know your schedule for the next week, I’ve got exams so I should be more awake during your waking hours. Cause nocturnal studying. I love you.

His heart warmed and he took off his dog tags and began packing the hoodie and one of his tags to send to you.

----Week Two----

Bucky tried setting up alarms for your exams and to send you messages of encouragement through the day but the entire software got bugged and they had to recode from scratch. So for an entire day the very day your exam was the worst one ever Bucky was forced to be MIA.

You cried about it to yourself not messaging him how bad it was, just that it went okay-ish. Just as you were bawling out again to your mom Bucky’s video call came through.

You kept the camera off as you paired your headphones answering him.

“H-hey.” You try to sound happy.

“Hey, is everything okay? Why have you kept the video off?” Bucky wonders, worry lacing his words.

“Oh um, i’m change-changing…” You trail off, voice an octave higher than normal you hope he doesn’t catch the change.

“Doll, put the video on.” He says cooly, catching the lie.

You turn the camera on, not meeting his eyes. Fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Let me see those pretty eyes, please?” He pleads and you want to cry, one look and he’d know you’ve been crying.

“Doll, you know I love your eyes and they colour of them, see so much of you from just your eyes. Meet mine please?”

Reluctantly you meet the camera and Bucky’s breath hitches, he notes the redness in them and how the under-eye is puffy.

“Who do I have to hurt?” Is all he says in an attempt to get you to open up or even smile at him but you start crying again and blubbering over how bad the exam was and how you were sure your grade was going to tank.

“Baby, doll, listen to me, please? First I want you to drink some water and take a few deep breaths okay?” He says, arm aching to pull you into his embrace.

You follow was he says, soft sniffles still shaking you ever so slightly and the softness of Bucky’s voice just wanting you to cocoon into his side and be hidden away from everything.

“A little better?” He looks hopeful when you give a small nod.

“Now, repeat after me, I am a badass, smart and amazing woman.” He grins when he sees a ghost of a smile.

“I am a badass, smart and amazing woman.”

“I am not going to fail the exam even if it was hard.”

“James—,” you begin to reason.

“I am not going to fail the exam even if it was hard.” He presses on till you repeat the words.

“Baby, one exam? Doesn’t define your worth okay? You can always retake in the absurd event the professor fails you which isn’t going to happen.” He reasons.

“It was hard though, I feel like I left more than half of it.” You feel inadequate.

“Go get the question paper.” He advises and you retrieve it from where you crumpled it up to shove into your desk.

Once you smoothen it out Bucky has you go through it once again, and has you tell him what you wrote for each answer. By the end of the small exercise and him quickly looking up answers for the questions he lets you know you will in fact clear the exam.

“Are you sure?” You ask again looking at the paper and then him.

“I’m sure as I can be, doll.” He gives you his crinkly eyed smile and you finally, give him your beaming smile.

“There she is; there is my happy doll.” He gleams happiness taking over his heart at you smiling once more.

“Thank you.” You mumble and he shakes his head.

“You can thank me by having an impromptu ice cream date with me, come on we deserve it.” He watches your eyes light further up at the prospect and he laughs as you head to scoop out the ice cream as he takes one of the mini tubs stocked in the fridge at his workplace.

Over the date he tells you how they sorted out the software bug issue and tells you about how the first computer bug was an actual bug which gave it the name.

All in all in the middle of week two you both felt at ease and confident that even with clashing schedules you would be able to make time for each other.

----Week Three----

Bucky was going to punch Brock. Hell he might even rip him to smithereens. How dare he? Bucky stomps from his table to where Brock had taken the juice pop from Morgan effectively making her cry and then yelling at her for taking things from where she shouldn’t.

“Hey, Morgan.” Bucky crouches down to her level.

“B-bucky?” She mumbles tears still rolling down her face.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He confirms and once she recognises all she does is hug him and sob.

“He’s so mean. He took my juice pop.” Morgan complains with a sniffle.

Bucky glares at Rumlow who pales in the slightest.

“She snuck in and took it from the kitchen!” He defends.

“So what? She’s a kid!” Bucky rubs soothing circles onto Morgan’s back and then asks if he can lift her up.

When she says yes he picks her up, supporting her as she hides her head in the crook of his neck.

“You don’t yell at a child, you dipshit, and that is me not saying more because there is a child present.” He glares all the way while walking backwards to the kitchen so Morgan doesn’t have to look at Brock.

“You said a bad word.” She chastises softly, looking up at him.

“Well he was the bad word so I had to tell him off.” He wipes her tears.

“Dipshit.” She repeats and Bucky looks at her wide eyed.

“Morgan.” He gives her a pointed look.

“Dipshit.”

“Morgan Stark.” He narrows his eyes, making her sit on the table.

“Dip—,” Her words turn into squeals as he tickles her making her laugh full of mirth.

“Okay, okay, I won’t say it!” She declares and he stops.

“Good now I’ll get you a juice pop okay?” Bucky presses his index finger to her nose and she smiles wider.

He sets his phone down next to her the heads towards the freezer.

Morgan looks at his phone as it rings.

“Who is doll?” She questions picking it up to look at your picture closer, “She’s pretty.”

Bucky smiles, “That is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Oh, can I answer it?” She looks at Bucky and he nods searching for her favourite flavour of juice pop.

Morgan repeats your name when she picks up the call and greets you. You grin at her widely.

“Oh my god, you must be Morgan!” You say in surprise.

“You know me?” She tilts her head so adorably.

“Yes, Bucky has told me a lot about you, he says you’re the best kiddo he’s ever met. And I can see why. Also you are so very cute.”

Morgan beams and then looks at Bucky, she turns the camera to show him. Bucky gives you a wave and you wave back at him grinning.

“Bucky it’s your girlfriend, do you know why he calls you, doll?” She says turning the camera back on herself.

“Hmm, you raise a very good question, even I don’t know. Will you ask Bucky and let me know?” You request and Bucky laughs to himself.

“You’re his best girl if he lets you call him, Bucky.” She observes.

“And you are too.” You grin.

She smiles widely at you.

“So when are you coming to visit? Bucky works very hard.” She tells you as he approaches.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m not in New York.” You give a small smile.

“Ohh, when will you come home then or when will Bucky come to pick you up?” She asks the difficult question.

“Here is your juice pop, Morgan.” Bucky unwraps it and holds it out for her and eagerly Morgan leaves the phone for Bucky to handle.

“She’s a sweetheart.” You inform him as he comes onto the screen.

“She is, no doubt about that.”

“Dipshit.” She giggles

You make a surprised sound, Bucky turns the phone so Morgan can see your face.

“Thats not a nice word.” You tell her and she nods, pointing at Bucky.

Whose eyes widen in feign horror.

“You ratting me out Morgan?” He feels betrayed.

“James Barnes.” You say sternly.

“Ooooh, someone is in trouble.” She giggles, and you loose your strict demeanour and join in on the laughter.

Bucky feels his heart surge at the sight in front of him.

The next six days in the week turn to the worst ones for the two of you, hardly any time to talk or text just scattered good nights and good mornings with maybe one or two total ‘i love you’s. You both felt the pinch, the guilt and the anger at the world.

Doubt creeped in if this would be something to be able to be emerged from.

But you both took a deep breath, looking at each others pictures.

“He’s worth all of this.” “She’s worth all of this.”

Which brings you back to the end of the three weeks, with Bucky out celebrating his win and Nat and you having a slumber party at her house to celebrate yours. Nat’s reasoning? She has the good vodka. Which wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t much of a fan so she enjoyed most of her good alcohol.

You open up the text thread with Bucky,

Bucky🌻:

I wish you were here, they’re playing our song. Could dance with you and twirl you.

He attaches a video of the sort of packed bar with Stargazing by the Neighbourhood playing.

Do you remember the dancing?

Doll🌸:

I really wish I was there, being twirled by you.

Of course I do it was our first dance, can’t wait to recreate Alpine tripping you as well.

Bucky🌻:

Haha very funny. You were not supposed to remember that, And Yeahajdq

You frown at the incomplete message, then turn your head towards Natasha as she sits up.

“That fucking bitch, Y/N get here.” She yells and you scramble over to her side.

Staring at her phone your heart sinks Sharon has her arms around Bucky’s shoulders and his hand rests on hers.

The ending notes of the very song claimed by the two of you playing. He’s saying something to her instead of moving to dance. While she tries to animatedly tell him something. Pulling him as he tries to move away.

“Do I beat him up? I think I will.” Sam hands the phone to Steve, who turns the camera towards himself.

“Is she watching?” He questions over the music, Nat only turns the phone to show your saddened face to Steve, who closes his eyes.

“She pulled him, he kept saying no, she pulled him while he was on the phone cause he was distracted he even dropped his phone.” Steve tries to explain but all thats going on in your head is the image of them. How you should be the one in Sharon’s place.

“I’m-I’m going to go off to sleep. I, If he calls just don’t answer it from my phone.” You mumble.

“Y/N, I know what it looks like but he didn’t—,” “Its their fucking song Steve. How else is she supposed to react?” Nat cuts him off and he looks apologetic.

“Turn the camera.” Nat roars.

Steve does so and you can barely make out the song change and Sam is dragging Bucky towards them leaving Sharon huffing angrily on the dance floor.

Bucky furrows his brows as the phone follows him and Sam back to the table. Steve seeming to teeter between the line of disappointment and upset.

“Whats wrong?” Bucky questions and you almost just not want anything to be said.

“Whats wrong? Whats wrong you asshole! Can’t you cut things off with that fucking bitch? Y/N’s too nice to say anything but I don’t care about niceness, fucking—,” Nat yells at him and you just grab the phone cutting it off.

“Why the fuck did you do—,” Her green eyes soften as she notes the tears in your own.

“Oh babes, I’m so sorry.” She pulls you in for a hug and your phone begins to ring but you ignore it, you knew he wasn’t dancing you knew the song was still yours, then why did you feel so crappy?

Why did it feel like the universe told you that you do not belong next to James?

Why did it feel like he would be better off with someone who can hold him when he falls apart?

Why did it feel like the next time he would speak to you would be to tell you, he realised how difficult it is?

AN: *hides due to the angst*

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