#sorry this wasnt a good comeback

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

how can yall hate marina for doing what was best for her and her children but in the same breathe using this sound to praise and say portia is great mom for doing everything for her kids whats the difference between portia and her? why is okay and girl boss mother of portia or the other female characters (georgia violete queen charlotte) under this sound to do everything for their kids but its weonf for marina when she has it harder in the time and society she lives in? think about that and comeback with 1 single reasons why what marina did was so evil and cruel when at best it was wrong and not very nice to colin but she didnt have any other choice as woman in that time, why are you #polin #colinbridgerton #penelopefeatherington fans even mad at her when colin and his family has forgiven her because he loved her and you forgive the people you love even if he isnt in love with her anymore and especially pen fans when penolope(this coming from polin pen colin girly) has done more damage to her mentally socially and in everyway possible then marina done to anyone or colin? its giving anti black misagynior and im mot taking any #eloisebridgerton or #sirphillipcrane or #philoise stans slander at marina seriously because she’s literally not done anything ever against any of those characters so yall have no reason to hate her other the fact shes black and shes breathing and seeing yall find enjoyment happiness at the thought that she mind unalive herself this season is so sick hope yall know your mom a h*e and you are a lose*r who will never be loved and yall just racist! because yall finding a black character unalive themselves as something to be joyfull exicited happy about! #bridgerton #shondaland #shondarhimes #juliagarner and yes what she did to colin was wrong but there was no other way out for her she was desperate and the featherington weren’t particularly nice to her not even pen was and she exposed her to the world and especially nor portia trying to give her off to a old hag man who was gonna treat her with cruelty later on her kids whom he would know wasnt his kids im sorry she wanted better for herself snd her kids because she knew colin would treat her and her kids right which is why she picked him hes a good man are yall mad a girl picked good kind man for herself and her kids and not a cruel old hag who was already disgusting to her from the first time they met! she felt so guilty after she regretted it and apologized to colin told him she was desperate and he showed her kindness, apologizing something you cant say for the other characters especially not a bridgerton thats not colin ever doing or getting consequences for their wrong doingings!

[chiiyuuvv]

CAFE - MINJAE °

• PAIRING — idol!leader!minjae x idol!leader!reader (side characters yechan, and one of your members)

• GENRE — not really implied childhood besties, kind of pinning?? Idk lol

• WORD COUNT — 941

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — @moonlightdarlings im so sorry this took DAMN NEAR A MONTH im sobbing rn pls forgive me 😭🙏

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"Minjae!!" The doors chime as you step foot into the cafe, the camarel walls and dim lighting giving you a comfy vibe. The latter looks up from his phone, the black mask covering half of his face along with his black rim glasses.

He waves at you, giving you a big eye smile as he shoo's off yechan, that runs straight to your member. "How are the kids?" He pulls down his mask to show his toothy grin.

"You know.." you sigh, looking over your shoulder to find yechan and your member doing their complicated handshake. "No one told me leadering would be hard." Minjae laughs at your remark as you shake your head.

"Eh, their better than how you were when i used to babysit you."

"Babys- minjae, we're the same age!!" Minjae laughs again, his head throwing back against the cushion of the booth. "Yeah sure.." he waves it off before passing you your favorite drink. "But no seriously, how have you been doing these days?"

The playful mood shifts to a more serious one as he leans forward in his seat, twirling his straw around some of his boba. His eyes grow deeper as he studies your face, your posture, checking to see if there was any dark circles around your eyes.

And thats when you knew you could trust him with your whole heart, his body language laced with genuine concern. "It's been alright so far.. the members just got off from their vacations, and we are starting to prepare for our comeback."

"Has anyone been giving you a hard time or anything?" Not only was he genuinely concerned, he was also protective. If anyone was giving you trouble, they were sure to know minjaes name. He didnt just care for his members, he cared about you too.

"No, jae." You give a side ways smile, in which he returns, the tips of his ears going red because of the nickname you just gave him. You've been using that name for a while and although he should've gotten used to the feeling, the soft spot for you still manages to increase.

"How have you been doing?" You return the question as the boys eyes light up, his hands going through his hair as he talks about his day. You laugh along with him when he retells a joke that one of his members, hyunwoo, had told him before he left, taking a bite out of your strawberry doughnut.

"Mm jae, this is so good." You cover your mouth as you speak so that crumbs dont go flying everywhere. Minjae nods as you lift up the doughnut. "I decided to try out a new flavor today." He bites into his own doughnut. "I got blueberry."

"Ooh, lemme try!" You lean over the table with your mouth opened wide, minjaes giggles filling up the small space as he gives you a bite. Your eyes close as you savor the flavor, licking your lips to get the remainder of the blueberry sauce off of you.

It wasnt until you opened your eyes when you realized how close you were to minjae, his hand covering his mouth as he gives you the prettiest eye smile, grabbing a tissue to wipe off some of your cheek. "Messy~" he whispers before giggling again, his eyes looking deep into your own as you smile back, your cheeks flushed.

"Hyung! Can you record a tiktok for us?" Yechan pokes minjaes shoulder as he turns his head, sending you a glance as he nods at the younger. "Yeah, this shouldnt take long." He gets up, gesturing you to get up too with his hand.

After cleaning some of your mess in a hurry, you stand next to the boy, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Oop, you got something else." Minjae stops to wipe off your cheek again, the duo ahead of you groaning as they stop. "Can you hurry up and stop being a couple?!" Yechan exclaims, your member covering her mouth to hide her laughs.

"Yeah, yeah." Minjae shakes his head, the tips of his head lighting up again as the duo drags you to a small section of the cafe. Minjae props up his phone against the wall as he stands beside a vending machine, making sure everything works properly.

He gives them a thumbs up before coming to stand by you again, his arm back to wrapping around your shoulder. "What trend is this?" You ask, your arms cross as you watch your member laugh at yechan for making a mistake.

"Oh, you havent seen it before?" His eyebrows were raised as he pointed at the two, your head shaking. "Lemme show you." He grabs both of your hands, lifting one up to twirl you around, letting out a laugh when you get a little dizzy.

"Okay so you're supposed to step to the left with your right foot, then vice versa, kinda making a crisscross shape." He advises, his hand on your hip. "And then you jump! With a spin!!" He adds as you try to do, but you end up loosing your balance, letting out a soft shriek as minjae quickly catches your body.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion when you land in minjaes arms, you hands placed on his chest as you breathe heavily, your noses booping and your lips inches apart.

His mouth drops open as he stares deep into your eyes, some butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Hyung? You didnt press the record button. Hyung??"

"Let them be," you member shakes her head, chuckling softly. "I think oppa and unnie would be a good couple."

[achillvs]

hey hey i’ve been curious for a while but you’re also army!!!! standard questions but do you have a bias?? fav comeback/era???

(also sorry if i’ve asked before and forgotten my memory is… not very good lol)

hiiiiii! yes this blog used to be mainly a bts blog 2016-2020 with my url @ ahjiminie so there's your answer for the bias ^^ but yoongi is a close second, he's the member who most resonates with me emotionally and mentally. i liked to say i'm like yoongi but i'd like to be like jimin. after all these years it's probably changed a little bit (mostly with both yoongi and me healing)

my favourite comeback was probably YNWA/spring day bc it was my first proper one (i joined summer 2016 but wasnt very fandom literate at the time and wasnt 'properly' there for wings). i went to 3 bts concerts (2018 and 2 in 2019) but i'd happily exchange any of them for witnessing the wings solos live instead;;;

in general i stopped being so invested around their american focus era/2021 ish, but they'll always have a special place in my heart. bts find you when you need them most and i stand by that <3

what about you???

[souryogurt64]

Never knew the book was such a mess, now I'm wondering how many of the viral screenshots on here are all bs too 😔

There are a lot of parts of this book that are interesting and informative and even entertaining, but a lot of it is very frustrating and annoys me.

I know it seems like I’m being a pest and a supercunt for no reason, and I am being very annoying, but like. I have one big issue with this book that is making me very unforgiving of everything else. I am going to try and be brief and appropriately vague here so sorry if this is unclear

But like from my perspective, it was very frustrating to see some of the early marketing for this book during the whole swmrs thing. Especially when, at the time, Brand New were pretty fresh off an attempted comeback and BJA was releasing songs like C.U.N.T.

I don’t really care about Brand New getting canceled that much or being talked about in the book. (Even if their contributions are being, in my opinion, vastly overstated.) They made good music and I know they were important to the scene. Brand New, and Jesse Lacey especially, are exactly like every other band guy, including several discussed heavily in this book. They just stopped being likable, and that can happen to anyone.

I don’t really care that much about that kind of thing anymore. I just don’t.

But it is frustrating to read this book and have this guy talk down to me on and on and on about misogyny and the importance of feminism and MeToo and pretend he cares about it so much while obviously covering for a lot of other guys. All so they can make ludicrous claims like Brand New invented the concept of a “rock opus” and not get any blowback from the teens buying it.

It is frustrating to read, it is very surface level and put on, and it is, frankly, insulting. A lot of other people are being super hypocritical too. One thing that I liked about Please Kill Me was that it did not try to be PC ever and that made it feel very authentic and believable, while this was just embarrassing.

Like yes, Matt Squire telling this half-story that the Panic song was maybe about parents fighting isn’t a “big deal” and I’m being a whiny cunt by saying it’s a “lie.” But every single Panic! at the Disco fan knows the story about the song being about Ryan’s “whore” ex girlfriend who “fucked a baseball team” because they told it a billion times to humiliate Ryan’s ex.

When stuff like this “mistake” is in this context of a guy who is being so disingenuous, hypocritical, and condescending about the importance of feminism, it is really irritating and I don’t like it.

They didn’t have to talk about it at all, but instead someone who wasnt even in the band just blatantly lied and it was printed anyway. Because the truth that everyone already knows and doesn’t really give a fuck about anyway doesn’t fit with how PC this book is trying to be and how it’s trying to position Pete Wentz as the Susan B Anthony Of Emo or something

It is like Swmrs Behavior and it’s not fun to read

[saturnznct]

d-8; visiting family in japan | ost

➸ note; i’m sorry that this is terrible, wasnt feeling much inspiration today,, 

➸ word count; 841 words

➸ saori; aged 9, sakura; aged 4, shichiro; aged 2

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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You hadn’t been back to Japan in quite some time. Shotaro had been offered so many amazing projects in Korea; comebacks, magazine shoots, TV appearances, and so on. You’d half expected him to be hard at work even over the Christmas period, but you were overjoyed when he announced that he had spoken to the company and had gotten the time off in order to spend time with your family.

‘You don’t have to take the time off for us,’ you say, ‘I know how much you love working in all of these projects.’

Shotaro smiles sadly, ‘well, the little ones  won’t be little forever. They all still believe in Santa. I don’t want to let it slip away too fast, you know? They’ll be another awards show next year. So believe me when I say that I want to be here, with you.’

‘Okay,’ you close your eyes as he kisses your forehead.

‘I was thinking we could go back to Japan for the week. Visit family, spend Christmas there.’

‘Yeah, absolutely, I know the kids would love that. And I do miss being there.’

‘Great. I’ll arrange everything,’ he yawns, exhaustion from his schedule filled day finally sinking in.

‘You’re the best,’ you rest your own head in his neck, shutting your own eyes, ‘I’m so happy.’

‘I know, and good. That’s all I want.’

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A few weeks later, the three of you are on the plane to Japan. Naturally, the flight isn’t even that long, but Shotaro has made sure you have the most comfortable seats possible, to make things easier for you both.

‘Chiro, you have to sit down,’ you lift your son by the waist and sit him down, and attempting to buckle his seatbelt.

‘No,’ he squirms, leaving you unable to strap him in.

‘Shichiro, I’m serious, do you want to go and visit Grandma and Grandpa?’ Shotaro chimes in, sending Shichiro a stern look when he nods, ‘ok, well we won’t go anywhere unless you sit down. Once we’re flying you can. take your seatbelt off, but you have to be good, okay?’

Shichiro huffs but reluctantly complies. Thankfully Sakura and Saori are not fazed by the take-off preparations, completely focused on their shows on their seat’s television. 

The flight is quick and thankfully quite uneventful, Shichiro’s bad mood makes him tired and he sleeps until you go through immigration. He sleeps in his car seat in the car ride to your second home in Kanegawa, with the driver that Shotaro had organised for you.

‘Feels so nice to be back,’ Shotaro comments as you enter the house, your belongings, photo frames, coats and shoes practically exactly as you left them.

‘I’ll go put this one down,’ you hold Shichiro in your arms, ‘he’s clearly compensating for sleep her missed out on last night.’

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‘Hello, hello!’ Shotaro’s mother answers the door, his father and siblings crowding behind her.

The three children rush forwards first, getting wrapped in a big hug by their grandmother.

‘Ah, I missed you babies,’ she cries, ‘it’s not the same when you’re in Korea.’

She looks up, acknowledging you and Shotaro. 

‘Mum,’ Shotaro stumbles into his mother’s embrace as the kids move on to their uncles and Grandfather.

‘Ah, Y/N, come here,’ you happily accept her hug, ‘look, we’ve got everything all decorated for the children.’

‘She’s really gone all out this year,’ Shotaro’s father adds, ‘she was so excited to have everyone here.’

‘Ah, you didn’t have to mum,’ you start to protest.

‘No, no, it’s not every year I get to have my grandbabies here for Christmas,’ she gushes, ‘come on, I made lots of food!’

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‘Pretty lights!’ Sakura gasps at the sight of the multicoloured Christmas Tree, which is completely made up of LED lights.

The five of you had driven out to Lake Migayase, to go and see the massive Christmas Tree that was on display every year.

‘It’s so cool, right?’ Shotaro beams, Shichiro sat on his hip. 

‘Yeah!’ Sakura jumps up and down in excitement, while Saori takes photos of the scene on her phone. 

‘How are you feeling about the fireworks?’ you ask them, unsure of how the younger ones may react to the loud noises.

‘Are they pretty too?’ Sakura asks.

’Super pretty.’

Shotaro had brought ear defenders for the young Shichiro, while you knew Saori liked fireworks from seeing them at concerts.

’They’re going to start in a couple of minutes, so don’t be surprised, okay?’

‘Okay mummy/mommy.’

A few minutes later, the first firework erupts in the sky. Sakura and Saori both jump, but thankfully settle quickly and enjoy the fireworks.

At one point you look over to Shotaro and Shichiro, to make sure the toddler is relaxed. Shotaro looks up at the sky, equally as amazed as his son. They look so alike.

’Thank you for making the time off,’ you say later in the car, all three children asleep in the backseat behind you, ‘this has been the best Christmas we’ve had in a while.’

[ashmp3]

i must ask.... since you brought up the jolo.... what do you want it to sound like???

okay this is. Way too important to me literally i am so thankful that you gave me a reason to talk about it. i have two ideas though buckle up. and i will talk about concepts too because once i start i can’t stop sorry in advance 🤷🏼‍♀️

For title track ik he is a ballad guy so i guess let him do a ballad but please let it be heart wrenching maybe like To you (one of my favorite svt songs ever and i’m am NOT a ballad person) farewell,neverland or 20cm by txt, baby you are by exo. i don’t like ballads i really don’t but i like songs that are very dramatic and you feel heavy after u listen to them like ur heart is shattered. Concept wise i want him to tap into his 1004 mixed with son of venus kind of vibe because its Right There okay he wasnt born on oct 4 for nothing so i have a moodboard inspired by what i want for him 😭 but yep concept wise i see carat colors, fairy like makeup like txt did just now, lots of pearls, blonde wavy hair and flowy fabrics, think sade no ordinary love like i want everything to be through that hazy, dreamy lens. and then BOOM brings me to second idea - could be second comeback where he does complete 180 or just a song from the 1004 mini album but okay. let’s talk about that one.

So let me start off with saying something: i am big tvxq fan and i love Jaejoong. A lot. And jeonghan reminds me of him so much especially the huge jpn cult following they both have so i would love for him to go that route like think good morning night and love you more 🫶🏻 My idea? Fallen angel. Use the clothes he had for the angelic concept but make it torn, draw cuts on his face and back and bc the clothes is torn u can see white feathers coming out of cuts. Veils, lace, rosaries, burgundy white and black, gold details. Sharp choreo a la Taemin, just sensual and simple in the best way possible (looks simple, is incredibly difficult to execute).

so yeah that’s where i am at i have ideas for albums and covers and CDs i’m just a very visual person like spent my whole life creating so i enjoy brainstorming like this. and these are the moodboards i made ages ago. If you read all of this Please tell me your thoughts love and kisses mwah

[juanitasupreme]

ykw im feeling messy today time to be divisive and rank blackpinks singles best to worst.

1. Du ddu du: best raps, had a atual dance break, the hype during that era was unparalleled this was their first global hit ,basically but them on bullet proof boyscouts level

2.boombayah: the girls had one chance to prove to their company they were the new it girls and they did. lisa's rap outsold. jennies rap outserved. rose was on the sliding on the floor jisoo was a visual all was well. birthed blackpink in your era and i cannot lie "i dont need a boy i need a man" had me gobsmacked

3.So hot remix: technically is a single and not a comeback but i said i was ranking singles so get off my dick. the only reason teddy hasnt given blackpink an actual comeback like this is because he's afraid of success? i guess? has one of the least cringe english raps in their discography. like theyd actually body this. this remix came in the middle of a drought and got more streams than the original song in months. absolutley insane. hell they could probably still release it, just give jisoo lines and add a dance break omg.

4. Sour candy: technically not even blackpinks song but lets be honest it is. well its rose's really and we all know out of the 4 girls rose and lisa are the only ones really trying anymore at this point. once again if bp had a song like this they would devour. it would top the charts (deservingly) the reason its not higher on the ranking is because lady gahgah is on there, sorry ma'am

5.Playing with fire: she gave. everything. choreo was engaging, lyrics were deep. raps were slaying. everyone sounded good and this is the last time all of the members were seen trying during live stages. if bp released a song like this today blinks would cry tears of joy.

6. love sick girls: their last truly amazing song theyve put out to date basically manufactured in a lab to be a hit and it was.

7.whistle: its odd seeing whistle divorced from her sister boombayah but im gonna be honest here she has strong line distribution, good rapping but jennies vocals on the chorus never rlly hit for me. she sounds like shes straining, especially the bridge. honestly in my opinion they shouldve kept the demo version iykyk

8. Stay: i feel like people forgot about her. this is the only time bp released a slow song as a single. its very christian horsegirl music which was perfect for rose. i wonder if bp wouldve been better off releasing songs like this and their regular uptempo dance pop songs so that way they would have more depth as a group. but that would require actual effort from yg. bp has such a obvious formula for a lot of their songs that even when they try to break it it ends up more of the same *see, shutdown*

10. sure thing cover: ok i know im fucking pushing this it wasnt even a single but im putting it here because bp couldve benefitted from having a song like this in their discography

11.forever young: on the technicality forever young was promoted on music shows i will count it as a single. shes ok. i put her over kiss and make up simply because she has a dance break

12. Kiss and make up: technically dula peepas song but bp did good so im keeping it here.

13. Ice cream: npt as bad as people say it is its just painfully basic and selena didnt rlly add much but i digress.

14.pink venom: as soon as i heard it i knew they were going for early 2000s late 90s throwback vibes so i didnt hate it like everyone else what can i say i have the mind of a mastermind it was still a let down after waiting so long for a single though

15.as if its your last: i know the pinks hate this song it was the only new thing they had to perform for like two years.

16.ready for love: whew the hype for this song died so fast. its not even bad just forgettable

17. shut down: i will give the song this, the lyrics actually are catchy. the melody of the chorus was stuck in my head after the 2nd listen which is strange since its a lackluster song. rapper jisoo showed up which was a welcome surprise. the english raps left a lot to be desired.

18. awesome screen awesome camera: yes i put an ad with just lisa and rose here to make the number on the list even, and yes this samsung jingle is still better than kill this loveand hylt

19. kill this love: the first time(and not the last) i remember being truly disappointed by a bp comeback.

20. how you like that: ....

[multi-lefaiye]

Ok ok im back. Its been like 2 minutes since i sent the ask but i wanted to add that the first time Scoob uses his ballyhoo onscreen, we have the little star show up again! Its on his collar and as the thumbnail for the chapter, so idk if its still there in later chapters but i do think Scoob has the blessing from the very start. Maybe it wasnt planned THAT far back but also the whole Mick/Shaggy reveal was sorta planned since we always see Shaggy 2's eyes in the costume even from day 1 so who knows. Maybe it was planned but the creator (i forgot their name im so sorry) pulled back on the symbolism? probbsly not but im just firing off ideas lmao

HI WELCOME BACK- okay yes that's a really good point. I will say that I don't think the entities may have been planned that far back, but honestly I don't know! I read in an interview with the creator Dingo that he didn't originally plan for a larger storyline. Scoob and Shag was planned to be a bunch of separate shitposts, but as time went on he added continuity as a joke. I don't remember if he said at what point he sat down and plotted out the full story, so who knows!

I do agree tho that the reveal with Shaggy 2 was definitely planned, even if maybe the exact identity of "Mickey" might not have been figured out. The focus on the eyes is too obvious for me to assume that there wasn't something planned there. Also, side-note, looking back at those updates, I just want to say. I fucking hate that little bastard. Shaggy 2 (for lack of a better name for him) is one of my favorite characters b/c he's so fucking interesting and I want him to make a comeback and (in my dreams) maybe some kind of redemption arc, but when he's in that awful costume? I hate him. I love horror but GODDAMN.

Even tho I don't know if the entities were planned that far back, I think you're onto something, and I think the star being brought back later might've been intentional to tie back to the earlier updates. Because, yeah, it's a VERY interesting thing to notice. If we go with the theory that Scoob had Cyan's blessing from the beginning and only unlocked it later as he regained more of his memories (which again would make him the first to receive a blessing), then yeah 100% you're onto something.

(Also even if the entities weren't planned at all in part one, I want to say that it had to be a deliberate choice that Mickey only has red eyes post-Coward King. This comic's use of color is incredibly specific and deliberate and I'm gonna go ahead and take all of it as being meaningful.)

Anyway thank u again for this discussion <3

[trolagygirl2022]

i think people are so quick to disagree with a song when it changes too much from the groups usual sound. theres still songs or groups i dont dislike but i dont love ie: gidle wife wasnt to my liking and i have some icks about some of their lyrics or the overall songs itself. however that shouldnt be a reason to trash the shit out of these groups online. why cant people just say they dislike something and move on with their life?

social media is ruining kpop and fan bases imparticular are so toxic nowadays that i just have to admire the groups from afar cause i dont want to be shitted on for having differing opinions or views about things i like or dont like. i also think online people have become so used to overreacting for no real reason esp when its something they do not like nor agree with. ur telling me that idols who do so much personal content for their fans arent going to at least hate it if they get cancelled for uttering something the fans didnt like or agree with?

i often wonder if these groups would have had success if they didnt have to use social media cause i think that hinders so much of the members feelings towards certain aspects of their lives. like the fan calls which can both be good and bad depending on the circumstances. either way im indifferent if kpop is trying different sounds then good for it, its not going to be everyones taste imho. but abain the internet seems to go into a meltdown at about just anything relating to kpop or general celebs.

i also feel that kpop is less about having varied age ranges thus the ypunger the groups the younger the audiences are going to be and therefore the audiences arent really going to be genuinely mature, when young audiences see their faves doing s disservice theyll cancel tnem one day then worship them the next so its like idols cant win. i think its okay to critique comebacks too but from a musical aspect not a ahhh theyre using someone elses culture aspect cause thats shit for the groups who work hard for their success and culture is to be shared and that includes music. its like would they gatekeep kpop bc its too foreign sounding? no theyd overreact.

i also think it has a lot to do with double standards in kpop as a whole, girl groups get shitted on, boy groups get worshipped on for doing next to nothing different than what they usually do. but jeez kpops has got worse due to its ever growing fan bases and the overall high expectations fans place on these groups and idols. every comeback isnt going to wow everyone and thats okay to admit.

i wanted to add as well that people seem to look for anything online to do with kpop and make a scene about it all for no good reason. but idols to encourage unhinged or even delusional behaviour (ahem bangchan) out of their fans soooo its both parties doing really as neither are better than the other side.

sorry for my essay but yeah so many things just been so annoying to witness.

very very VERY true!

[mosviqu]

lmao yeahhh at least the self awareness is there it's something iguess😭

i just hope i will grow to like them one day cuz i dont want to let go of the 03liners💔 their choreography and fits were great but i just hope they will get better songs next time or sumn (sorry if there are any boynextdoor fans who are reading this) DUDE SAME I WAS SO HAPPY ABOUT HIM!!!! (jiung is amazingggg) AHHH IM SO EXCITED AS WELL this is probably going to be my fav ep from them judging by the previews or whatever they are called🤭 IM GLAD SUNOO IS APART OF OUR CREW😌JUST A GREAT ADDITION REALLY!! (ooo at least the number of 03liners that i know about is growing xd)

THEY SHOULD JUST HIRE U THEN ACTUALLY LMAO U WOULD BE THE BEST PROTECTOR!!! and now i know that i definitely do not want u to get mad at me🥸

so true but i think writing might be like that as well because before i sent u that ask i literally just didn't really write in english at all😟 IM GLAD U UNDERSTAND ME🥳 ohh god i'm sorry but that's kind of a funny story ur poor roommate😭 I HOPE U GUYS STILL HAVE THEM JUST TO WATCH THEM BACK AND LAUGH (or cringe)

the tiktok algorithm just knows how to get people hooked onto something:o AND YESSS HE IS SO ADORABLE!! i only know them as well in addition with yujin(youngest) and gyuvin(my beloved) but the poor three left just feels like i will never get them😭😭 2hours is just too long of a time istg

IM GLAD U LIKED SOME BUT I THINK I DID VERY BAD WITH THE RECOMMENDATIONS LMAO

(ajhdhdjfj dude when i read ur authors note i also almost cried i started reading it on my bus ride home so i think people thought i was crazy or sumn lmao) and also i can't remember wether i have replied to ur last reply on ur main or did i only reply to it in my head so if u would let me know i would appreciate it.-. (liebestraum anon💕💕)

no bc its so unfortunate i truly hope the next comeback is better 😭😭😭 im sorry boynextdoor fans it just wasnt for me sadly 😔 if the music is good we are more than happy to recruit new 03 line besties to the squad tho!!

THE CB LOOKS SO GOOD i keep hearing the song on tiktok and each time i think its out already and i go check it out and its not. this could be very well prevented if i just checked the cb date but im honestly too lazy so ill just wait for it to appear in my spotify notifs or something 😭😭

I AM THE BEST PROTECTOR its the aries rage and loyality ❤ also being the only daughter of the family helps SSHSJ. also dont worry i usually dont get violently mad at my friends i usually just turn petty on them so. no fights here dw dw AHAHA

no bc if i didnt have tumblr i just wouldnt use english much either LMAO also i feel like that every time i write a fic after a long time i feel like i turn rusty and i just cant get anything out of me 😭😭 takes me a few mins to adapt truly. also i would say poor my roommate but honestly she didnt know what major to pick so she copied me so thats on her 🤷‍♀️ (jk im glad we stuck together ive known her for 4 years now and if it wasnt for her i would be handling uni much worse than i am). ALSO WE DO HAVE MOST OF THEM but some got deleted 😔💔

LITERALLY the tiktok algorithm is my bestie but also my biggest enemy (have i mentioned that i got into wilbur through tiktok. :,)) but yes hanbin is the new love of my life thankyou. i am so excited for their debut TT lets hope i learn their names quickly AHAHA

YOU DIDNT DO BADLY W THE RECOMMENDATIONS I JUST NEED TO BE IN A SPECIFIC MOOD FOR NEW SONGS I GUESS 😭😭 i'll update u on all my next progress w the tbz listening party <3

:(((( crying is strictly prohibited with matters thay include me. /j ((also if u mean on rrxnjun,, i replied to your ask after u sent this one ?? Im not really sure ??? but as of now i have no more asks from u!)

[baekhvuns]

Wait your answer wasn't late bestie. I'm sure I sent it like 3 hours before you replied, hahahah, so no worries. I'm late though 😅

People need to stop saying that shit about 2nd/3rd gen groups. I saw that Chen is having a comeback, maybe once most of them do solo stuff and deal with the army there'll be a full group cb too or at least some type of a get-together. <3

Key was holding weapons in his Bad Love promo shoots, but he was also serving looks akhdiaydushsjsI guess he can protect us from aliens maybe? Bodyguard Minho era 👀 and yeah Taemin gets to live a pretty normal life, so maybe that's good for him, but still...

Omg yeah you're right it's about the quality too. That Taekai shoot 🤗

4th slide I need Ateez to pull devil horns, come on. All the concept photos from XH are so fun, the hairstyles 🤩 Hongjoong would pull this off so so well

I was surprised, but 7/11 in SK expanded their vegan line, like kimbap with fake tuna omg!!! among other things. One of my friends said late 2021 to now is peak vegan experience in Seoul, so I cannot wait. She sent me 4 types of vegan mandu a few months ago and they were delicious.

First time I had vegan nuggets at McDonald's in Holland a few years ago I was convinced they gave me the meaty ones and felt so uncomfortable 😭

Like I said I can't and won't stop your Shitstar urges 😭 some people might feel unsatisfied, but if you can pretend you're writing for Hwa while writing for Yunho, maybe they can imagine someone else instead of Hwa. Been there, done that with some people/characters 🤭

Ohhhh, elaborate on your Y/N moment? Sorry for ruining it, bestie I brought you back to the real world 😅

Yeah the free footie pics are not it :/// footwork yes, foot pics is a no no

Sad ending... I just want them to be together ok even if shit is sad 😢

When I talk to Seonghwa I do look him in the eye and try to embarrass him so we're even. But I can't believe we held hands it feels like such a distant memory like how did that happen?!

"i need this man in me right now, i wish u heard the way i said that just now jkf" bestie what are you saying I started choking while working lmaoooo

That shot of Seonghwa drinking from the Teezerverse video reminds me of that all black vampire situation when he was drinking as well 😳

I know these semi-transparent masks work for people who need to read your lips, but they look so creeeeepy. Imagine seeing these two dudes in nice suits, but they're wearing creepy masks 🙈

This but Seonghwa is forbidden (banned, illegal)

Why is this so funny to me - DV 💖

hi helloo!!

Wait your answer wasn't late bestie. I'm sure I sent it like 3 hours before you replied, hahahah, so no worries. I'm late though 😅

OH IT WASNT??? i sometimes answer so late this one slipped out of my mind bjfbjdj

People need to stop saying that shit about 2nd/3rd gen groups. I saw that Chen is having a comeback, maybe once most of them do solo stuff and deal with the army there'll be a full group cb too or at least some type of a get-together. <3

no srsly,, like waking up and seeing "xyz disbanded" and u just lost a lifeline????? HELL. im oNLY HOPING THEY DO MAYBE SEKAI GO A LITTLE LATER INTO NEXT YEAR AND WE GET A CB WITH BAEK,, chen doing a solo he looking os fine but he;s also doing a face 2 face fanmeet and those sk fans are...nasty towards him 😭😭

Key was holding weapons in his Bad Love promo shoots, but he was also serving looks akhdiaydushsjsI guess he can protect us from aliens maybe? Bodyguard Minho era 👀 and yeah Taemin gets to live a pretty normal life, so maybe that's good for him, but still...

LMFAOOOO don't u think he'd sacrifice minho in a battle with aliens,, hoping key cosplays as some insane complex character this year,,, MINHO BODYGUARD ERA????? but the yn gotta be like key BDFJJK ENEMIES TO ENEMIES 😭😭😭😭😭 saw taemin trending today and it was just everyone crying over the fact his enlistment is longer 😭😭😭

Omg yeah you're right it's about the quality too. That Taekai shoot 🤗

exactly!!! the qualoty of kai's shoots and the themes,, NEED ONE FOR HWA RIGHT NOW,,, that taekaikrystal shoot too bestie oHO THE VISUALS they were sm's triple h

4th slide I need Ateez to pull devil horns, come on. All the concept photos from XH are so fun, the hairstyles 🤩 Hongjoong would pull this off so so well

THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED AT THE HAIR STOP???? STOP KPOP NEEDS TO DO THIS MORE!!!!!!!!!! ateez need to fuck their pirate core for one cb and give us demon core,,, full on like that hairstyle like suho in obsession, the crazy dark makeup, pls do dark begging... HONGJOONG ABSOLUTELY WOULD DEVOUR IT

I was surprised, but 7/11 in SK expanded their vegan line, like kimbap with fake tuna omg!!! among other things. One of my friends said late 2021 to now is peak vegan experience in Seoul, so I cannot wait. She sent me 4 types of vegan mandu a few months ago and they were delicious.

omg???? FAKE TUNA??? YO IM INVESTED ITS SO HARD TO FIND REPLACEMENT ESP IN EAST ASIAN FOOD,, WE LOVE THIS 😭😭😭 omgg stOP NEED THESE RECIPES RIGHT NOW,,,, omg also if u happen to be at toronto's ktown there's a restaurant that sells vegan/vegetarian mandu's and they put tofu in it instead of meat and its absolutely divine

First time I had vegan nuggets at McDonald's in Holland a few years ago I was convinced they gave me the meaty ones and felt so uncomfortable 😭

THEY HAVE VEGAN NUGGETS IN HOLLAND???? WHAT THE FUCK NOW THIS IS NEWS BC DAMN SO GLAD THE WORLDS HAVING REPLACEMENTS BC IT BE SO HARD TO EAT ANYTHING OUTSIDE UR OWN CIRCLE 😭😭 LMFAOOOO BESTIE DSHBJ I BET THEY WERE MEAT AFTER ALL 😭😭😭

Like I said I can't and won't stop your Shitstar urges 😭 some people might feel unsatisfied, but if you can pretend you're writing for Hwa while writing for Yunho, maybe they can imagine someone else instead of Hwa. Been there, done that with some people/characters 🤭

i honestly do not care atp bc i wanna do what's got me excited to write something,,, after this yunho fic im going back to hwa for a while bc i can't seem to finish a fic and it'll only make ppl yearn to want more 😭😭

Ohhhh, elaborate on your Y/N moment? Sorry for ruining it, bestie I brought you back to the real world 😅

...so very well pls have a seat bc i had two <3 my dad has this uni friend of his who's son is my age and apparel we were the only kids to ve at this adult-only party it was,, just as u imagined intense tension but then nothing ever happened bc i KNOW MY ROOTS BELONGG TO SHINESTARISM

second one is that! do u know the actor alain delon??? someone in my class is a direct replica of him just longer hair and the way i choked when that person entered in the class ≤3

Yeah the free footie pics are not it :/// footwork yes, foot pics is a no no //// Sad ending... I just want them to be together ok even if shit is sad 😢

i agree bc some of them have weird shapes and i do not want to LOOK. JHDVLHCBCV maybe two endings!

When I talk to Seonghwa I do look him in the eye and try to embarrass him so we're even. But I can't believe we held hands it feels like such a distant memory like how did that happen?!

JHCAWHGDJHCGCK DOES HE GET EMBARRASSED,,, i rmr when u said u held his hands and they were so soft, why would u bring that up again doU u expect me to go on with my DAY LIKE THIS FHEFL

"i need this man in me right now, i wish u heard the way i said that just now jkf" bestie what are you saying I started choking while working lmaoooo

That shot of Seonghwa drinking from the Teezerverse video reminds me of that all black vampire situation when he was drinking as well 😳

UR DONE, UR DONE DONE DONE DONE !!!!

I know these semi-transparent masks work for people who need to read your lips, but they look so creeeeepy. Imagine seeing these two dudes in nice suits, but they're wearing creepy masks 🙈

nO THEY DO! its so trippy to even look at that bc ur you'd just be looking at their lips and im not complaining bc hwa's lips >>>> HFBKFBFVB

This but Seonghwa is forbidden (banned, illegal)

LMFAOOOO?? NO BC, THIS WAS SO FUNNY??? HOW U BANNING A WHOLE PROFILE PICTURE

Why is this so funny to me - DV 💖

omggg thay heart is so thICK,, IS THAT FOR SKZ???

2/2 Not me forgetting to answer everything again lmaooo. Anyways, that BTS quiz was a set up, not only I didn't remember most of the songs on the list I also got my uber driver as the result????

*pikachu shocked face* ur uber driver???? WHAT a COINCIDENCE HUH u mean this one??? or this one????

Here's one for you - again, knew almost none of these, but I got anger issues <3

.... BDFJ CHFH I FOUND ANOTHER ONE,,, felt vv called out

Bestie idk shit about the latest comebacks tbh, it's so hard for me to listen to anything new and I still have so many past cbs to catch up with. I heard Nxde and the whole album, I quite like the title, because Carmen reference <3 but it's like After Like, I'm not sure if I like those songs on their own or because of the samples, hmmm. I also like the b-side called X-File, overall the album is okay, but kinda forgettable. Their previous one though 🔥 //// Only heard Antifragile in passing, so I don't remember much and haven't heard Kep1er, but I don't really like their two other titles tbh. And I'm meh about Itzy's English track, it's slightly better than Sneakers, but...still not it. What about you?

OOOO I AGREE i like the drop of nxde! anti-fragile bestie that's a cunty song,,, miss yunjin and miss chaewon are ult cunts and iM LIVING IT but i hate the "lovey lovey lovey dovery dovey dovey" the voice just ruins it for me,,,, its def better than sneakers! loved the chorus and the "i dont wanna fall for boys like u" reminded me of bbhwa <3 but the lyrics were a little whomp whompy

Model Hwa is real...

KAYQ PLS HEAR US OUT PLS I NEED THIS MAN AT PARIS FASHION WEEKS, MET GALAS WE NEED HIM THERE I JUST KNOW HES GONNA SLAY PLS BEGGING,,, that's exactly model hwa in that au,, what a sorcery everything is coming true, if he gets in with ysl im convinced im some magician <3

Ekhem - DV 💖

BEHIND BARS RIGHT NOW

anon..

[erikismybitch]

Waiting In Vain : Chapter 16

Bad Day.

Months had passed by. And the duo’s relationship had only went up from the beginning. Marley was surprised that she was not tired of Erik, there was never even a point where she wanted to be away from him. Of course they both had to live their separate lives , but being together was euphoric . Marley had never felt quite like this before , even with other man that she loved . This felt different.

Yes, she knew that it was love .

That’s what she told him, and even though he hadn’t said it back yet , she felt content . Marley couldnt hold how she felt about him in . She had to let him know she loved him one night , while there were laying on her couch . “We good , Marley” was all he said . He just held her tight until she fell sleep in his arms.

Erik showed her how much he cared for her every day. Flowers because it was Wednesday , foot massages when she was tired . Food whenever she was hungry and he even helped her find a new job . Marley was no longer faced with irritable complaints from consumers over the net . And no more slaving for the drunk men down at the bar with Becky.

Marley was now a proud employee at Steinway. Steinway was a global company . A trusted billion dollar business who created technology that controled security systems for some of the worlds most prestigious places . Mass museums, federal reserve, and most of all, protected government agencies .

Marley had a degree , but her major in Liberal arts she knew, would not get her in the door. Erik made her apply anyway .

“They might not even know they need you, always go for the job you think you won’t get” He encouraged her one night , while eating those famous tacos and watching Game of Thrones.

One resume, an exceptional cover letter written by Erik, and two interviews later...Marley was hired to assist the head of public relations. Her duty was only to serve the person who protected the brand of the company . Marley had been there for a while now, and was making a good amount of money.

It was her birthday on this day. She never made a big deal about it . Marley hadn’t had a party since her mom died . So to her , it was just another day . Most people in her life didn’t know when it was, just the few who were close to her . Becky knew and called her early in the morning with a long drawn out version of the birthday song . In the past , Tiana and her aunt didn’t even acknowledge her birthday. Trey would always buy her something expensive, but nothing memorable or noteworthy.

Erik knew that it was her birthday. Of course he was away for work, or whatever he did . Erik admitted... or hinted that his job wasn’t exactly what he told her before . She didn’t press him, but at times she questioned if what he did was legal . The gun was still in his dresser . “It’s not necessarily illegal” he’d toy with her mind whenever she asked him . She was no stranger to crime, seeing as Trey was the poster child for that . But he wasn’t as secretive as Erik . Nor was he as well paid .

Marley hadn’t talked to him all day . After numerous attempts at calling him, she figured he was busy . Until it came to the end of her work day . Her stress level was through the roof , constantly staring at her cellphone. Hoping that the next notification would be from Erik. That’s all she wanted . No party, no gifts , just Him.

Marley had received a birthday card signed by most of the employees . She knew it probably was company policy, but she was thankful . Marley had been there a little under two months , so most people didn’t know her well . To who she assumed was the head of the employee committee, walked by and wished her happy birthday . Marley had just finished typing the notes from the meetings her boss had. It was almost five , and she was off at four thirty .

The days leading up to her birthday were always filled with anxiety . She knew she would cry , she cried on her birthday every year . From loneliness, feeling like she was aging and yet so far behind in life . Most of all, she cried because it was another year without her mom. All day she had been fighting back her tears with fake thoughts of being happy . It was working, for now but she knew that eventually she would break . Becky begged Marley to come to the bar around seven that night . Before the sports crowd packed the bar . Becky wanted to give her gift before her work shift . Marley figured she’d eat fatty bar food and take a few shot alone. Or with some of her old co-workers. Ones who actually knew her and would be semi-genuine .

Since she was leaving later than usual, she was in a rush . The Steinway building was half an hour from her apartment . With traffic she would get home around six, that didn’t give her much time to get ready . Marley logged out of her work computer , gathered her belongings and rushed the halls to the elevator. She dashed through lobby to get to her car . Her phone buzzed in her hand , excitedly she glanced at it , praying that it was Erik . Marley didn’t even see the burly white guy walking towards her . She ran right into him and almost fell to the ground . He seemed to be in a rush much like her . All Marley could see was the back of his red slick hair and the flag of the Netherlands on his arm. Marley knew that because her old college roommate was from the Netherlands and had a flag on her side of the wall .

“Excuse you, fucking jackass!” Marley shouted . The rude guy was already outside of the building. Being the only black women in the lobby, everyone’s eyes were drawn to her already . Even more now since she shouted. She wanted badly to yell at them too for not addressing the man who almost knocked her down .

But , it was her birthday. She had some place to be.

She made it to her car , but she was still boiling with anger . Especially after she gave calling Erik one more shot . He didn’t pick up. “Fuck it!” She screamed , then punched her steering wheel . It honked abruptly, scaring an old woman who was walking by. A groan escaped her lips and she rested her head on the seat . She took a breath, the lump in her throat wanted for her to cry badly . Her lip trembled . Marley missed her mom right now , more than ever . She would make it better . Probably go fight the man who knocked her baby down. Marley laughed at the thought of it . Of those people thought Marley’s outburst was bad , they probably couldn’t have handled her moms .

Marley got herself home, late but it was nothing she could do about it now . She got ready to go to the bar , nothing special but she was cute enough. Her phone buzzed when she walked out of the door . It was nothing but a message from Team Snapchat , probably wishing her happy birthday . She giggled a little because that happened every year . Marley didnt bother to call Erik again, him not answering would only make her more upset.

She made it to the bar . A few cars were parked in the lot. The lights werent on. The windows were tinted but there was a small window space at the top of the building where light would shine through . Which wasn’t odd . Marley had worked shifts when the bar opened late . It was a family owned business and sometimes they were unprofessional and opened when they wanted to . Customers still came though . Marley would even get paid under the table some weeks , so they could avoid tax issues and healthcare costs .

She yanked on the door. It wouldnt budge , it was locked . She knocked on the door hard and announced that it was her.

“I’m coming!”

Becky’s voice rang through the closed door . Marley could hear the tampering of the lock . Becky opened the door wide , exposing the few co-workers who were waiting for Marley to come inside.

“Surprise!” They all shouted at the same time. She couldn’t believe it. A party, for her? She was important enough for them to go out of their way and do this. Becky walked towards her , holding a small chocolate cake with lit candles .

“Chocolate, my favorite, thanks guys!” Marley Jared chocolate cake, but she wouldnt tell them that . Everyone looked so pleased .

“Please don’t cry” Becky playfully rolled her eyes at her friend . Who seemed to be getting emotional

“It’s just-“ Marley began to speak, but got choked up . Her voice shook . She didn’t want to cry in front of everybody, so she quickly sucked it up with a deep breath. Becky couldnt help but laugh . She took her into her arms and hugged her . “I just hate my birthday, that’s all”

Not being able to cry was killing her . She looked around at everyone , overwhelmed at everything . Surrounded by people, she still felt alone . Nobody who loved her was there . Yes , these people cared but not in the way Marley needed .

“Do you want us to stop this ?” One of the other co-workers asked . He could tell by the look on her face that something was off. Marley shook her head quickly

“No, I’m thankful for everything” Marley put forth effort to place a smile on her face.

Marley took the time to hug everyone and thank them individually. They all started off with a shot of dark and they sang the birthday song to her . Which was always awkward. Then Becky did her renditioned version of the birthday song , where she twerked across the bar to brighten the mood .

Marley made a wish in her head, something she thought was so silly . When she was a teen she always wished that her mom would magically come back from the dead . Now that she was older , she knew it was impossible . But she still made that same wish . Then she wondered , if she could do two . There were no actually birthday rules because all of it is fake... right? She thought about something that would make her happy . Erik. He was real . And she wished that he would remain that way . Marley blew out the candles and they cheered .

“I’m sorry he’s not here” it was as if Becky could read her mind “And I had no way to tell him , I figured he would be with you” Marley ignored her. She gave Marley a small gift box , with a bow on top . It was from her . She opened it right away .

“No you didn’t” she said quietly. It was a pair of AirPods . She had just told Becky that she wanted a pair but didn’t want to spend the money on them. The fact that she was such an attentive friend really meant a lot to Marley . She could not stop hugging her .

“Tonight is not about him, it’s your birthday” Becky didn’t want the absence of Erik to ruin her special day.

“What if he’s dead?” Now Marley was being dramatic . Becky raised her eyebrows, she figured Erik couldn’t make it because of work stuff . Not anything this serious . “I haven’t heard from him all day”

“Doubt that” Becky casually handed Marley an envelope with a card inside . She figured it was a card from the bar staff.

“But still, this is not like him” she managed to rip it open while holding eye contact .

“He’ll call “

Marley pulled the card out if it’s envelope. Shockingly it was from Trey . She looked at Becky who was purposely avoiding eye contact . A few twenty dollar bills slipped from the inside before she caught them in her hand. They had not spoken since that last week of her living in the hotel . And when she found out about his child , she was completely done . “Trey came by before you got here, he wanted to catch you but I told him it wasn’t a good idea” Becky aligned a few shot glasses on the bar and filled them with Tequila . That always got Marley drunk , and her plan was to get her friend wasted .

Happy birthday beautiful

I miss you , call me.

He had hand written those simple words in the card. Along with some passage about how important the birthday person was. Marley skimmed through it, then slipped the twenties in her purse and put the card in the trash .

“No thank you” Marley spoke just how she would if Trey was actually standing there .

It took Becky pouring six shots to get Marley to finally stop checking her phone . And then seven shots to make her start talking about Erik. He always left the toilet seat up and in the middle of the night she would fall in. No matter how many times she told him not to, he would always forget . He always thought he was right , and could never admit that he had gotten something wrong . Marley was not the type of person who yearned for the last word . And it didn’t kill her if she didn’t get her point across. Not even knowing that it was what made them a match . He snored loudly when he slept, so if Marley didn’t fall first ... there would be no sleep . Then when he woke up , he never ate breakfast. Which freaked Marley out because she couldn’t function without breakfast each morning . Marley started to drag on about how much he worked out and perfected over his body . But at the same token, he’d scarf down a whole family sized meal of carbs . She was about to rant about his messy home but Becky stopped her . Even Becky couldn’t help but think about how Marley felt when she talked about her husband .

Becky had listened for long enough , the bar was now open to the public and she had to work . “Sounds to me like you guys have no real problems” she slapped the bar counter twice , Marleys head flew back .

“What!” She slurred, then swayed to the sound of Sicko Mode playing from the bars speakers . Drunk was exactly what she was now.

“Don’t sweat the small stuff , Erik is all you have... besides me of course”

Marley pondered on that statement for a while . She seemed to get lost into the view of her feet for a long time . The floor was spinning, she held on to the bar stool so she wouldn’t fall . She blinked a few times to try and sober up , it didn’t work well enough. Then , she got back to thinking about what Becky said . How Erik was all she had . Marley looked up to ask her what she meant by it, but Becky had walked away . Marley figured she had been out of it for a while . She was uncomfortably drunk , and really needed to go home .

Everyone was back working , and she didn’t have the strength or good balance to say thank you to everyone again . Maybe she’d send out a mass text in the morning, or maybe she wouldn’t. Marley just needed to leave. She snuck out of the bar . Becky would have stopped her from leaving if she saw her . Refusing to allow her to drive home drunk. Marley just knew that if she drove really slow, she’d make it .

So she sat in her car , took a deep breath and started the ignition . Thanking god that she lived close enough . Even though she knew god was not happy about what she was doing . Marley pulled out of her parking space slowly and made her way on to the street . She was doing great at pretending to be sober . Until she couldn’t , swerving in other lanes and unnecessarily pumping her breaks with caution. Tonight would have been a great night for the police to pull her over and actually do their job. They were probably harassing innocent people Marley thought, Insted of handling true crimes ... like the one Marley was committing in this moment .

She made it home safely , by nothing but pure luck . Her car was crooked , and slightly crossing the line of her neighbors spot . Marley would deal with it in the morning. Her apartment light was on. Since she was intoxicated , she didn’t see this as cautionary. Struggling with getting the key in the door, she managed to let herself in . It wasn’t until after she closed the door and began walking towards her room , that she seen Erik sitting on her couch . He stood up , holding a bouquet of flowers . Marley stepped back with her mouth wide open.

“Happy birthday baby” he smiled and walked towards her . She wanted to speak . She wanted to yell at him for not being there all day . She wanted to ask him how he had gotten inside of her apartment. But as soon as she felt his strong arms wrap around her ... she finally let out the cry that she had been holding in all day . Marley’s tears seeped into the arm of his shirt . He let her cry . “You had a bad day?” He asked her calmly. He felt Marleys head nod . The hand that was flower free rubbed against her back . He was trying his best to calm her down.

“I hate my birthday” her voice cracked , tugging on Erik’s soft side .

“I got you , and I’m gonna take care of you”

He pushed away from her , allowing the space between them . He kissed her forehead twice , then took a chance on her lips . “Wanna talk about it?”

Marley drew away from him and walked to the kitchen for a paper towel . She released with a deep sigh and giggled shortly.

“Nah” she wiped hers tear stained face then tossed it in the trash . Erik told her that he lost his phone this morning , and couldn’t find time to get another one today .

“How did you get in here?” They settled down on the couch. Close enough for Marley’s left thigh to wrap around his lap . She faced him .

“I’m from the projects . Breaking in to shit is like a right of passage” he admitted, nonchalantly he massaged her thigh.

“You broke in my house” she stated what was obvious, there was no reason for her to be upset . She knew Erik to be a man that did whatever he wanted to do.

“Ain’t nothing I can’t get into” he observed her for a second , she rested her head against the couch . Her eyes fidgety and unable to focus on one thing . “You drove home drunk like this ?” He asked , seemingly worried about her .

“I see you do it all the time” her fingers toyed with his dreads . He was so cute to her when he got serious. He was cute to her when he did anything honestly.

“Yeah but you ain’t me”

“The hypocrisy!” She shouted in dramatic form.

“So you using big the words tonight”

“Hypocrisy is not a big word, you’re just from the projects” Marley braced herself for his rebuttal, she knew he would have a comeback to match her witt.

“Don’t forget who helped you write that letter to get you that job. A nigga from the projects”

“You right , daddy” she gave in, even though they were only joking .

“I know I’m fucking right”

Marley rubbed her thumbs against his cheeks and moved in closer to him . “Just a minute ago , I was crying my eyes out” she mumbled , so close to his lips that he could feel her words . She kissed him , sweet and soft . “Make sure I never cry on my birthday again”

“That’s a lot of pressure” Erik told her .

“Can you handle it?” She toyed with him but Marley was being completely serious.

“I can handle you”

Erik yawned , and like clockwork Marley yawned too . It was contagious. Somehow his position changed to him laying completely on his back . Marley beside him still, one leg wrapped around his waist . They liked it that way . No matter where they were , they always came back here . Erik thought Marley had eventually fallen asleep, on account of her hard breathing . Until she spoke again.

“All you got me was flowers?” She thought back to when she first cake in. Marley eyed the beautiful bouquet on her coffee table . He busted out laughing , so hard that Marley had to laugh too .

“I was waiting for that question”

“So answer it then”

“I got you shoes”

“Where they at?” She pouted like a bratty child . Erik kissed his teeth .

“Where the birthday sex at?” He asked , as if she owed him and it was his birthday.

“I’m too tired , how about birthday morning sex?”

“I’ll give you your shoes after that” he rubbed her butt gently , in hopes to turn her on . It just made her more comfortable with the idea of sleep .

“I’m not a prostitute” she yawned again .

“You’re my prostitute”

“You know I am” she boasted proudly .

“The best one I got” he yawned too .

“The thickest one too”

“You such a bad bitch”

“Good night Erik , I love you”

[softbinu]

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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

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Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically.  “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up. 

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.”  He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

Next part

[seungstarss]

Sooo cupids law alt. Ending where yn just goes ykw fuck yeeun she was kind of a bitch anyways, quit the whole cupid thing, and heeyn end game 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️. BECAUSE After reading that damn line that broke me

" Your Pinkies were now detached from each other. A Promise would be broken"

I cant explain how perfect? This line was? I have never read that anywhere and it just struck me. And thats where i was like haha maybe i should stop reading i feel the main angst coming.

😭😭 spoiler i did not stop reading and everything has gone down. Thoughh it wasnt as sad as i thought it would but trust me it was heart wrenching.

Sei you're amazing 😭 the little return the favors, and hee just finding comfort in yn, the denials, every scene just complemented eachother. It was such a good read i love it 🤧

Aaaaaaa ive been gone tumblr for awhile and i comeback with this long ass ask sorry abt that,, as always im here to ask if you have a moodboard or aesthetic for the fic?? 👁 you already know what ill be doing hehe.Hope you're doing good today sei!!

Okay fr one more thing. Before reading cupids law i saw Hee's airport fit on twt and it was perfect visualization for the fic TT it just fit so well lmao.

OMG ECIL??? HI, I'VE MISSED YOU SM! I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN WELL 🥺💖

Omlll but yeeun wtf?? She really went from extra cute to what the actual fuck💀 fr she really ripped them apart like that ://

Omg whattt really? I'm so glad you liked that line bc honestly I was like "Wait how do I even end this scene" HELpppp😭 but the fact that you liked it really makes me so happy fr

Muahaha yes the angst was mainly at the end, hut yeah I agree! I don't think it was that sad but ig it's just like "mannn that was devastating" kinda vibe :0

Helpppp I'm so glad u liked the small details. I really loved using this fic to reverse tropes so tysm for taking your time to even read! Thank you sm for sending in this ask too 😭💖 naurr your ask means sm to me and I enjoyed reading it sm 😭 i love your critical views and feedbacks sm you don't understand

But oh em gee 👀👀👀👀 hehe you and your talent once again,,,,, I don't have any specific moodboards or Playlists, but I can make one if you want hehe ♡

[luvdsc]

hi cat !! ive been following the entire plagiarism thing and i wasnt gonna say anything but i cant help myself anymore after seeing after all these anons.

i literally cant believe that you have not only been plagiarised for the tenth time now (literally whats wrong with people?? i swear ive seen you need to call out people for plagiarising your work so many times now), but that anons are coming into your inbox and talking shit and calling you a bully?? its absolutely ridiculous and it really goes to show how people dont seem to understand how fucking hurtful it is for someone to plagiarise your work!

not just that, i think people are literally forgetting that you were gaslit and not offered a proper apology until later on!! youre literally being so generous and mature and patient!! about everything and yet youre getting shit for! i think if i were you, i would have stopped responding and just posted reaction memes to those anons because why the fuck do you have to defend and justify yourself when you have done literally nothing wrong? make it make sense lmao this is why we cant nice things 🤧 those anons better leave your inbox soon. they should use that energy to stream red velvet's comeback next week <3 the girlies look so good ✨

either way im wishing you well and hope lifes treating you well!! 💕 take care!!

OH MY GOD LINH I JUST REALIZED I NEVER RESPONDED TO YOUR MESSAGES I’M SO SO SORRY 😭😭😭 but hi hello, I missed you and I hope you’ve been doing well and school has been going well and you’re still painting and doing fun art !!!!! 💛💛💛

but also yeah ): it’s actually my 19th time getting plagiarized overall…. but some of the other times were from my old writing blogs for other groups or I dealt with them privately because they replied, genuinely apologized, and took down the fic. I really don’t understand the point of those anons, like I’ve said it multiple times why I posted about it and I never spoke badly about her, yet they send me the same arguments over and over again /: but !! I blocked one of them, and they all disappeared so 🥰

Aside from those select few, everyone has been so supportive and understanding of the issue, so I’m very grateful for that though !! 💗 and yeah, I can’t believe I was getting gaslit and treated like this by a fanfic writer on tumblr when it should only be by the toxic men irl 😤 (jk it’s never okay to do this, regardless of who you are; I just wanna make this clear before anyone comes after me about this - it reminds me of that tik tok sound: no no but it’s not funny, at the end of the day it’s actually quite serious dhjdkdkddn) I would put reaction memes, but last time I did that regarding making a closed collab, more anons came after me and I’m just too tired and annoyed to deal with that /: I will use the block button from now on ☺️ and YES oh my god I’m soo excited for their comeback !!!! The visuals have all been so 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Thank you so so soo much, linh, I appreciate you so much, and I wish you all the best and I hope life has been treating you kindly too 🌷🌷🌷 ily !!!!! 🌼🌼