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majikkulu · 4 months ago

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˙˖ ࿔ WHAT IS ASCENDANT PERSONA CHART? ⚘ ˙˖

⤷ the ascendant persona chart (apc) is like a deeper dive into how you come across to others, almost like a more intense or polished version of your rising sign. it’s a bit like the first impression people get from you, but with more details than your natal chart. the apc shows how you act in different situations, especially if your natal rising and your ascendant persona are different. it can reveal how you shift and adapt depending on what's going on around you. ˚. ᵎᵎ

⤷ personally, i think your rising in the natal chart is all about how you see yourself and how you project that outwardly. it's the vibe you give off that balances your inner self with the way you look or present. but the rising in your ascendant persona chart is more about how others see you, how they pick up on your energy, and the impression you leave on the world around you. ˚. ᵎᵎ

﹒ ﹢ ♡. ARIES RISING ﹑ ﹒ you've got that fearless, bold energy that people can’t help but notice. no holding back, no sugarcoating. you're all about the truth and letting your fire shine. others might find you a little intimidating (and hot, honestly), especially when you’re taking charge. if a conversation needs to start, you’re the one kicking it off. competition somehow always finds you. your energy is magnetic. some people might find it a bit too much, but others are totally hooked. you crave excitement and fresh experiences, and you’re always on the move. you act on impulse. it can be reckless, but you always seem to land on your feet. if things don’t move fast enough for you, frustration kicks in, but chaos? you’re totally at home there. you've got that sex appeal that turns heads without even trying.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. TAURUS RISING ﹑ ﹒ there’s a calm, cool vibe to you that makes everyone feel at ease. people are drawn to your quiet, sensual beauty. you just have that "something" about you. you're all about taking your time, especially with decisions. slow and steady wins the race, right? there’s this understated confidence that radiates from you. you’re independent, but deep down, you’re very grounded. big, chaotic spaces drain you, but you have this ability to bring peace to others. where aries is all fire and flash, you're the steady one, enduring and reliable. your energy is soothing, like a warm hug that just draws people in naturally.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. GEMINI RISING ﹑ ﹒ curiosity is your fuel. even if you’re not super social, people see you as lively, engaging, and always on the go. you’re constantly learning, always out there chasing new experiences. your energy shifts fast, and people can barely keep up. you're quick-witted, keeping things fun and always surprising. you might leave people trying to figure you out because you're always changing, adapting, and keeping things fresh. your style is pretty much the same. constantly evolving. you can get self-conscious at times, worrying about what others think, but your charm always wins them over.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. CANCER RISING ﹑ ﹒ you give off that gentle, nurturing vibe that makes people feel safe and comfy around you. soft-spoken but not weak, you have a quiet strength that people sense. there’s a mysterious side to you, and sometimes you can be a bit moody, not revealing everything right away. you feel deeply, and that can make you retreat when life gets too overwhelming. intimate settings are your thing, though you're more social than people think. there’s a magnetism to your warmth and sensitivity, and once people get past the surface, they see how deep you really are. you’re fiercely protective of those you love and loyal to a fault, but you also need space to recharge.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. LEO RISING ﹑ ﹒ you’re basically the life of the party. people can’t help but be drawn to your vibrant energy. you light up the room with your warmth, your charisma, your everything. you’ve got that natural leadership thing going on, and people are naturally attracted to you. there's this artistic side of you that shines through, whether it’s in your hobbies or just the way you express yourself. everyone wants to be around you because you make them feel seen. you lead with your heart, generosity, and an enthusiasm that makes you unforgettable.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. VIRGO RISING ﹑ ﹒ you give off this vibe of quiet confidence, always paying attention to the little details others might miss. you're reliable, practical, and get things done without needing the spotlight. you’re self-aware, always analyzing things, and your actions speak louder than words. stress can come easy for you, but so does your ability to solve problems like a pro. people trust you because you’re competent, responsible, and always ready to step up when needed.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. LIBRA RISING ﹑ ﹒ people are naturally drawn to you because of your charm and ease in social settings. you know how to make people feel welcome and comfortable, and your sense of justice makes you the one who stands up for what's right. you radiate positivity, and negativity doesn't stand a chance near you. you might come across as all sweet and light, but your humor has a darker edge. you're dramatic in the best way, always quick to make friends. you give a lot at first, but it takes time for people to see the real you.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. SCORPIO RISING ﹑ ﹒ there’s a magnetism about you that either pulls people in or pushes them away. you’ve got this mysterious, private vibe, and your calm exterior hides some serious emotional depth. you’re not easy to figure out, and that’s exactly how you like it. once people earn your trust, they get to see the intense loyalty and connection you bring. you’re protective of your boundaries and don’t let just anyone in. you’ve got an intelligence that lets you see through people and situations, plus an empathy that allows you to form deep connections with those close to you. you’ve been shaped by hardships, but you wear them like armor.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. SAGITTARIUS RISING ﹑ ﹒ you’re all about adventure, optimism, and always looking for the next big thing. your energy is bigger than life itself. you’re always diving into new philosophies, experiences, or spirituality, and you're always keeping it real sometimes too real. you speak your mind, bluntly sometimes, but it's never without good intention. you’re all about honesty, and keeping things lighthearted and fun is your thing. family is important to you, and you expect the same loyalty and support you give.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. CAPRICORN RISING ﹑ ﹒ you might come across as serious, maybe even a bit distant, with a vibe that screams "always working." people might think you're always unhappy or too focused on the grind, but that’s just the surface. underneath it all, you’re all about stability and passion, and you take everything you do seriously. you're selective about who you let into your life, and even more selective about what you share. your presence can be intimidating, but those who get past the tough exterior will see how reliable and supportive you really are

﹒ ﹢ ♡. AQUARIUS RISING ﹑ ﹒ you’ve got this unique energy that stands out without you even trying. a little aloof, a little unpredictable, you make your mark wherever you go. you’re independent, and there’s a rebellious side to you that keeps people on their toes. you're always evolving, changing, and�� connecting with all sorts of people from different walks of life. you're open-minded, curious, and cool like a more laid-back, intellectual gemini.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PISCES RISING ﹑ ﹒ you're all about that gentle, empathetic energy. people just get you, even if you don’t say much. kindness and compassion radiate from you, even if you can seem a little distant or disconnected at times. you're super sensitive, and emotions can sometimes overwhelm you, making you retreat to recharge. you live in your own world, but once people get to know you, they see the other side of you. outgoing, bubbly, and full of life. you're sweet, and your vibe is almost ghost-like, drifting in and out of spaces and leaving warmth in your wake.

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texas-gothic · 11 days ago

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So, let's talk about Emperor Palpatine's last week leading up to the conclusion of Episode IV. Just for a moment, let's consider the position this horrible old space warlock was in, shall we?

Military Intelligence Director Orson Krennic colludes with ISB to commit ethnic cleansing on Ghorman. In typical Krennic fashion, this plan goes neither as smoothly nor as quickly as it was pitched to you as being.

Grand Imperial Admiral Thrawn disappears. Your single best military commander just disappears. Reports indicate space whales are involved??? What???

In response to Krennic/Partagaz's actions on Ghorman, Mon Mothma declares open rebellion on the Senare floor. Her speech is broadcast across the entire galaxy due to what is the first in an absolutely CASCADING series of failures by the ISB. Mothma successfully evades arrest, and escapes Coruscant to Force only knows where.

Darth Vader has taken this increasingly dire moment in Imperial politics to apparently take some sort of Sith PTO at his personal residence on Mustafar. Just about as far out of reach as he can possibly for anyone.

There is a catastrophic data security breach at ISB. It turns out an overly ambitious field agent has been invited to several Signal groupchats about the Death Star that she wasn't supposed to be in, and her collecting of all this vital data in one place has led to a Rebel mole piecing together that you're building the Genocider 5000 instead of a super cool renewable energy program.

Said Rebel infiltrator is then immediately killed by his contact, Luthen Rael, formerly known as Axis. Luthen spreads word of the Death Star to his allies, and then kills himself when confronted by ISB. Maybe your two most important links for piecing together the Rebel Alliance have been lost.

The Rebellion begins spreading propaganda publicly. Their manifesto is playing on just about every available radio frequency.

The ISB collapses. Supervisor Partagaz takes his own life. Colonel Yularen is left with an agency staffed by effectively no one. Your entire intelligence gathering apparatus that was working just fine last week now functionally no longer exists.

NOTE: the following events occur within the span of only 48 hours.

Due to the leak at ISB, the Rebels have discovered the existence of the Death Star, and in very short order manage to steal its schematics. Your special projects divisions on both Eadu and Scarif are destroyed. Director Orson Krennic is KIA.

Darth Vader is recalled from vacation early, and boy is he being awfully himself about it.

You disolve the Imperial Senate. Much as you had anticipated, this is making a lot of people very angry and is being regarded as a bad move.

Darth Vader has lost the Death Star plans. Nobody knows where they are now.

Grand Moff Tarkin blows up the planet Aldaran, a not insiginificant player in the Galactic economy.

Obi Wan Kenobi infiltrates the Death Star, and then quite literally vanishes. Vader is not taking this development well.

LESS THAN 24 HOURS AFTER BECOMING FULLY OPERATIONAL, THE DEATH STAR IS DESTROYED. Grand Moff Tarkin is KIA. Admiral Motti is KIA. General Tagge is KIA. General Bast is KIA. General Molock is KIA. General Romodi is KIA. Colonel Yularin is KIA. Darth Vader is MIA. Millions of soldiers and skilled military professionals are killed. Quanities of money so vast they cannot be comprehended by the mortal mind have gone up in a flash of smoke and light.

The culprit of this unfathomable trespass is soon revealed to be a 19 year-old boy. His name is Luke Skywalker. You now have not one but two of these freaks of nature to contend with. And you don't know where either of them are at the moment.

What the Hell is an Alluminum Falcon?

Honestly, I kinda feel bad for the guy. Just a little bit. If I were his age (ancient) and his condition (rotting from the inside out, filled with cosmic evil) I might just have had a stroke and died. It is amazing he made it all the way to be thrown down that reactor shaft in Return of The Jedi.

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retiredteabag · 7 months ago

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Unknown Rivals

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

Synopsis: There was only one thing worse than being paired with Sukuna for an important school project, and that was realizing the slacker somehow had a higher class standing than yourself.

Tags: Academic rivals, enemies to eventual lovers, type A reader.

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Sukuna would be a super challenging project partner in school.

Say what you like but he absolutely would be the type of person to expect you to do all the work. That, or he would pretend he didn’t understand and wait for you to get frustrated and do it yourself.

He would be popular, but not in the “likable” kind of way, but in the same way that kids always love the teacher that (not so secretly) hates them. He despised how people followed him around, trying to hold a conversation. Despite this, it was as if his fellow students were attracted to him like magnets.

Not you though, you didn’t like a man with an ego. You saw him roll his eyes and sleep in class. You saw as he crawled into his desk at the far back of the classroom, spreading his tattooed thighs in an undignified manor.

And when you were paired with him from a dual project? You could cry with frustration.

He would simply raise a brow at you with his arms crossed as you tried to explain what was needed for the assignment.

“Do you… understand?” Sukuna had hardly spoken a word to you, not just in this exchange, but in all your time at the school.

He would simply grunt, smacking his palms on the table, rising from his chair and sliding your page of notes into his hand. “Cool to go?”

How was it he could sound annoyed without you even doing anything to upset him?

“Right…” you sigh.

You would be working together for up to an hour after class twice a week, and as finals approached, you decided you needed to meet once on Fridays as well in the library.

The pink-haired man would hardly spare you so much as a glance as he scrolled on his phone during class and work time.

When you would text, requesting his portion of the project, he would respond hours later with, “I’ll just turn it in myself.”

You would grind your teeth.

No. Way. Absolutely no shot in the world were you going to allow this delinquent to turn in homework correlated with your name inversely bring your grade down.

You would politely insist on seeing (editing) his work, for organizational purposes only, of course. And his response?

“You worry too much”

You near throttled your innocent roommate with anger at his laissez faire attitude after reading his late message one evening.

On one particularly cruel Friday, you were seriously feeling the effects of finals crawling into your brain. You had hardly slept, spilled coffee on your textbook, and experienced car troubles that caused you to be late to class.

Staying to the end of the lecture to apologize to your professor for this lapse, you expected an understanding, “Hey, no worries, life happens, I’ve been there.” And instead received an overtly harsh, “Do you know how much participation counts for in my class? Don’t let it happen again.”

Was it childish? Yes. Was it overly emotional? Also yes. But did every ounce of your validation come from the adult figures in your life? Of course. So how could you not cry at the knowledge that you had disappointed, let down, upset, one of the professors you had previously admired?

By the time you reached your seats in the library Sukuna was already laid across his own spot, not unlike a jungle cat.

This was the first time he had arrived before you.

Another wave of shame passed your consciousness at the thought of this no-good-trouble-maker showing up to the library with more dependability than you, and huffed a sigh.

Sukuna rolled his neck back down when you sat across from him. As usual, no words passed between you, but he seemed to be observing you closely.

He didn’t pull out his phone, he didn’t grumble responses. No, in fact, be pulled out a notebook and took notes. Finalized an outline for points of contention in his part of the project. And even seemed to consider your own writings (that you had been sending him weekly).

And this time, as you were starting to rise from your seat, he didn’t race off, groaning as if he had just wasted an hour of his life he regretted to never see again, but rather, stood slowly, and leaned down to try and catch your gaze.

Eventually, you had to meet his eyes, patient beast he was, and as your arms fumbled with your backpack, he just raised an eyebrow and murmured,

“Take care.”

Before he was gone.

Imagine your shock when your professor grades the preliminary paper and presentation you had been slaving over, after being horrified with the end result due to Sukuna inability to send his part in and after a panicked email about how unsportsman your teammate was, begging to please please please take into consideration the difference between students, with a glowing review, claiming that it was always a privilege to read “the two of y’all’s work”.

Turns out the delinquent who slept in class, avoided contact with fellow students, never so much as attempted to prove his understanding of the project, and stared blankly at you as your “tutored” him on the subject, was neck and neck with you as top student in class.

Son of a bitch.

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blueberrybirdsworld · 9 days ago

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Plus one 1/9

Summary : When Lando Norris realizes he's the only F1 driver attending the Monaco F1 movie premiere without a girlfriend, he panics and convinces Oscar to help him find a last-minute plus one.

Author note : I get this story idea after the private projection of the F1 movie with all the drivers in Monaco (also can we imagine they weren't wearing their team kit and actually did dress up).

Genre : pure fluff

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Lando Norris had never minded being alone.

Not in the way that people always made it out to be, he wasn’t lonely, he just… liked his space. Relationships, for all their affection and comfort, always seemed like too much work for someone who barely had time to unpack his suitcase before flying off again. So no, he didn’t crave candlelit dinners or Sunday mornings entangled in sheets. He had freedom, and for the most part, he liked it.

But this week in Monaco, it hit differently.

The private screening of the much-hyped F1 movie was set for that evening: an exclusive, glitzy event organized as part of the Grand Prix weekend. Invitations had gone out to every driver on the grid, along with the sly note that "plus ones are welcome." Lando hadn’t thought much of it at first. He figured he’d just show up solo, shake a few hands, maybe take a few pictures, and go home. Simple.

That was until yesterday afternoon, when Carlos asked if they were all meeting beforehand.

"Sure," Lando had said, "you bringing anyone?"

Carlos grinned. "Rebecca, of course."

And that was the beginning of the end.

Oscar was bringing Lily. Charles mentioned Alexandra in passing, like it was obvious. George was already coordinating outfit colors with Carmen.

Lando had laughed, brushing it off with a "Well, someone’s got to be the mysterious bachelor," but the joke didn’t quite land.

Now, it was the morning of the event, and he was on a padel court near the port, sweating under the mid-May sun and trying to shake off the odd itch in his chest that had nothing to do with the heat.

He hated to admit it, but showing up alone tonight sounded... depressing. And for once, he didn’t want to be the guy arriving solo while everyone else walked in, hand-in-hand, whispering in each other's ears and giggling at inside jokes. He wanted someone next to him. Someone who looked at him like he belonged.

The ball thudded off the glass behind him. Match over.

He slung his racket onto the bench and tugged off his wristbands, then dropped onto the seat beside Oscar.

"You're coming with Lily tonight, yeah?" he asked, more casually than he felt.

Oscar shot him a look. "Yeah, of course. And you, you have a date?"

"Nah."

Oscar raised a brow. "Do you want to? Like, actually?"

Lando blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I could ask Lily. I’m sure one of her friends would say yes if I told her you needed a plus one."

Lando snorted. "What, like a matchmaking service?"

Oscar shrugged. "I’m just saying. Might be nice to show up with someone on your arm. Lily’s friends are cool. I could text her right now."

Lando hesitated, visibly squirming. "It’d be super awkward. I mean, if I don’t know her and she doesn’t know me? What would we even talk about?"

Oscar grinned. "That’s what small talk is for."

"And there’ll be cameras. A little much for a first meeting, don’t you think?"

Oscar laughed. "You’re the one acting all moody about being the only single guy tonight. I’m offering solutions."

Lando exhaled through his nose. "Maybe. I mean, just hypothetically. Who is this girl?"

Oscar grinned. "Hypothetically?"

"Yeah. Just tell me her name."

Oscar chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “Her name’s Y/N. Actually, you’ll like her. She’s calm, which is good for you, keeps you from spiraling like a feral cat. Funny, too. And pretty. It could be a solid match.”

Lando sat back on the bench. “And you think she’d actually want to go? With me?”

Oscar’s tone turned teasing. “What, suddenly shy? I thought you were Mister Confidence.”

“Not when it’s someone I’ve never met. You know what, thanks for helping, but no. I’m good."

Oscar held up his hands in surrender. "Suit yourself. Just don’t sulk when we’re all paired up and you’re third-wheeling with the press."

Lando walked away with a grunt, heading toward the trailers to cool off.

Later back at his place, after his shower, he kept remembering Oscar proposition, then he took his phone and his thumb moved almost involuntarily to Instagram. Curiosity was a hell of a thing.

He looked into Lily’s followers and typed the name in the search bar. Only one profile popped up and it was a public one. Lucky him.

@your_usurname

"Sun-kissed, plant-blessed 🌸🌿"

❤️ liked by @oscarpiastri, @lilyzneimer, and 247 others

@lilyzneimer: stop being the main character every time we hang out it’s rude 😩💐

@your_usurname: someone had to do it. you were late 💅

@_user2: petition to ban you from looking this photogenic in real life too

@your_usurname: petition denied.

@oscarpiastri: my allergies make this my ultimate nightmare

@your_usurname: you're allergic to aesthetics??? @oscarpiastri: no pollen

@_user3: i love the cottage vibe

@_user4 : do you even know how soft your entire vibe is?? this is criminal 🌾

@your_usurname

"Busy life lately ☕️"

❤️ liked by @lilyzneimer, @_user5, and 403 others

@lilyzneimer: you seriously live in a movie

@your_usurname: only if you’re the soundtrack 💛

@_user7: how do you look good in every single vibe??

@your_usurname: camera magic and coffee 😌

@_user8: slide 2 made me instantly hungry

@your_usurname: I’ll make you some next time 👩🏻‍🍳

@_user9: this is the softest post I’ve seen all week 🫶

@_user6: this post feels like a warm hug and a quiet playlist

It wasn’t even ten minutes later that he called Oscar.

Oscar answered with a lazy, “Changed your mind already?”

"Just, maybe your right, maybe it could be nice to have someone with me for change. You really think she will accept to come ?" Lando ask nervously.

Oscar laughed. “Well we will see, let me text her. Be right back.”

And now Lando felt… nervous. Which was rare. He could race at 300 km/h and barely blink, but asking a stranger to be his date to a glamorous event with cameras and attention? Suddenly that felt like a lot.

What if she said yes and regretted it? What if she didn’t know anything about F1 and thought he was dull? What if he said something awkward and ruined the whole night?

His phone buzzed with a new message.

Oscar: She said yes.

Lando blinked.

Oscar: Well, she said “Sure, why not?” which is basically a yes. You’re welcome.

Lando’s stomach flipped. That was fast.

He stared at the screen for a moment, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Lando: Wait… she really said yes?

Oscar: Yeah. Chill. Just don’t be weird about it.

Too late for that.

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moon-fics · 10 days ago

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Movie Projections

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader Summary: After finding an old projector, you decide to host movie nights in your room. Just for Bob. A/N: I wanted to write a short comfort.

"Wait, so the giant just eats metal from that guy's yard?" Bob interrupts the movie. Ever since finding a projector in the storage room, you've been having movie nights with him. You had to tweak the projector to be able to hook up to your computer, but it only took a few shocks.

You've found that pointing it up at your ceiling and lying on your bed is the most comfortable way to watch. Plus, you can be close to Bob the entire time and blame it on the small screen.

"Yes, he eats scrap metal. You're focusing on the wrong thing," You groan. Tonight, you've convinced him to watch the "Iron Giant", which you haven't seen since you were a kid. You don't remember most of the plot, but you wanted to relive your childhood for just a bit. "He's a giant robot who is friends with a child! He's like, super cool!" You point out.

"I'm not saying he isn't. I just find it weird he eats the same material he's made of," He shrugs. You roll your eyes and shush him. You can't hear the movie over his jokes, but you enjoy hearing his laugh. You try to find comedy movies to distract his brain, and oftentimes he falls asleep halfway through them.

"Listen, I'd prefer he eat metal instead of humans. That would be a bigger problem," You say. "He's just a kind robot who is judged too soon."

Bob turns his head to look at you. Half his face is pressed against the covers. You decide to return the favor by making eye contact with him. The projector gives him a twinkle in his eyes, and it makes them seem even softer. His lips are subtly turned upward, and you only see it during brighter moments of the movie.

"Do you think we could do this every night?" He asks in a soft tone. "I like being around you. I have fewer nightmares when I sleep here, and you don't tiptoe around me." He rubs his eye nervously. Even after spending so much time together he still worries about rejection.

"You can hang out here any time you want." You take his hand in yours. Physical affection is something that soothes him, but only from specific people. From the team, he enjoys hugs and being near them. With you, everything is on the table. You've cuddled, held hands, and even fallen asleep together. Anyone else outside that small circle is not as welcoming.

"You don't have to be so worried about intruding. You're welcome in my room whenever." You assure him. This warrants an approving grin.

He turns his focus back to the movie, and you didn't realize how much time had passed. The movie is almost over, and you realize why you hadn't rewatched it sooner. The Giant is blown up after a devastating reminder of his friendship with the boy.

You hear a sniffle and glance over to see tears forming in Bob's eyes. You're on high alert now and sit up to see him better. He's wiping his eyes before you can get a better look. He's aware you've caught on to him crying.

"Sorry, I just- the movie hit a bit close," He mumbles. His eyes and nose are red as tears continue to form in his eyes. He keeps swiping them away, and you know that won't stop them. "With the whole judging the giant off his appearance and then choosing who he wants to be," He chuckles through his cracking voice.

You gently take his wrists into your hands to stop him from rubbing his eyes. It forces him to look at you and realize you understand. Maybe tonight's choice wasn't the best.

"Well, I think you chose to be a better person," You hum. "No matter what you do, I will always see that."

He nods hesitantly and allows his tears to fall. There are only a few, but it's enough to calm him down. He sniffles one last time and then uses your grip on his arms to pull you down onto his chest. Without thinking twice, you wrap your arms under his shoulders to get as close as possible to him.

"You're a good person, Bob. Everyone on the team knows it, and soon the world will, too." You say against his sweater. You can smell his cologne on his sweater, and it makes your eyes feel heavy.

You let out a yawn and nuzzle your face against him to get comfortable. His hands wrap around your waist to keep you stable against him. You can hear his breathing, and it's a lullaby.

"We're definitely watching something with comedy in it tomorrow," He whispers.

"Oh, no, I agree. I don't think I can handle another movie where a character dies," You say. "Maybe we can watch 'La La Land'," You suggest. You haven't seen it yet, but from what you've had spoiled, it looks like a romance movie. Maybe it'll be more upbeat than "The Iron Giant".

"Whatever it is, I'll watch it as long as you're here," He says with a slurred speech. You can sense his body growing heavy as sleep calls to him. You slip one arm out from under him and reach for the projector. You shut it off, and the room goes dark.

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You're sitting on your bed scrolling through movies to watch, because it turns out "La La Land" is not an uplifting story. Bob is sitting next to you with his head on your shoulder as he watches you scroll. You are on a mission to find a movie that won't shatter both your hearts.

You can sense something is off with him, but you're waiting for him to tell you first. Eventually, he pokes your thigh to get your attention. You stop scrolling and shift around to face him. With your full attention on him, his confidence has decreased.

"W-when I asked if we could do this every night, I, uh, I was kinda asking it to be more like..." He says sheepishly. "Like a date." He finishes his sentence. "I didn't know if you understood that, and by the time I was going to explain, I chickened out," His voice lowers the more he speaks.

It makes more sense that he asked such a question with romantic intent. You just assumed he was worried he'd be intruding or bothering you. His eyes flicker between you, and his hands fidget with the sheets.

"That can be arranged," You say. The moment you agree, his eyes light up like the moon. "Only if you start bringing snacks." You warn.

"Well, there goes the date idea," He fakes a sad expression as a taunt, but quickly returns to a smile. "I'll make sure to bring the snacks next time."

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A Little Jelly(fish)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1768

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Your hobby attracts the attention of a handsome super soldier.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

Sitting in the common room, you were so close to finishing the crochet project you had undertaken. It would hopefully turn into a large, stuffed jellyfish for a friend's baby shower gift. The baby's bedroom was under the sea themed, and you hoped your homemade creation would be a fun addition. Now, you were working on crocheting the frilly tentacles and attaching them. It was a quiet day and you were enjoying a bit of calm with just some quiet piano music playing as you moved the hook.

"Whatcha got there?"

You jump at the sound and then turn with an embarrassed little laugh to face Bucky, "You startled me. I was in my own little world."

"Sorry, doll," he smiles with just a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Mm-hm," you smirk. "It's a gift for a friend's baby shower. It'll hopefully turn into a jellyfish. Their room is ocean themed." You felt a little sheepish as you explained. You don't know Bucky well and try to hide your surprise when he sits next to you.

"That's really cool of you to make a gift. I'd be curious to see it when it's done," he says.

"Thanks for saying that. I was kinda wondering if it might seem cheap or stupid to make the gift. I'll make sure to show it to you before I wrap it up,"

"When's the party?" Bucky fiddles with the end of the tentacle you're working on.

"Two weeks," you answer before laughing, "I actually have this baby shower, another one a few weeks after, and two weddings in the next two months. I'm gonna go broke if I don't make at least one of the gifts."

"Are you going to make another one for the other baby shower?" Bucky asks as he watches your hands.

"No, it's more of a sprinkle than a shower. It's their third baby so we're just doing diapers and wipes for gifts," you explain.

"Wow, three," Bucky's eyebrows rise.

"Yeah, it's a lot but they're great parents. Do you have any hobbies?" You feel inexplicably self-conscious talking about babies and attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah. I like to read, work on my bike. I build models sometimes," he shrugs.

"What kind of models? Like cars or planes?" You ask.

"Uh, sometimes," he scratches his neck as if embarrassed, "Spaceships more often." His cheeks tint a little pink.

"That's cool. I love space. I'm always so interested when NASA releases new photos and information about the universe. I especially like the pictures of the nebulas. There's an abstract beauty to them," you smile at him.

"Exactly. I'm always interested when they find new planets or stars. Black holes," Bucky says excitedly.

"It's so vast. I wonder if one day we’ll see a planet with satellites and space debris. A world similar to ours. I mean, we know there’s life out there now but I’m still curious to see if we ever find one. I’m sorry. I sound crazy.”

“Not at all. I agree with you,” Bucky launches into some of the things he got to see in Wakanda that fascinated him and you ended up talking with him for over an hour before it was time for you to go. With another promise to show him the finished product, you head out to your meeting.

–

Several days later, you timidly knock on Bucky’s door. You had the crocheted jellyfish in hand to show him. You heard what sounded like a minor tussle behind the door and leaned closer to listen.

“Oh, no, you don’t! You can’t get away from me that easily,” Bucky’s voice can be heard before a sudden bump against the door had you jumping back. “Damn cat!” He growls aggravatedly before opening the door while rubbing his chest as if injured. When he looks up, surprise registers and he straightens quickly, “Oh, hi.”

“Uh, hey. Is- is this a bad time?” You ask with concern.

“Fine. Great. What, uh, brings you by?” He smiles nervously.

You hold up the jellyfish awkwardly, “I finished it. Um…”

“Oh my god, it’s so cute! Look at it,” Bucky smiles brightly as he holds his hands out. You readily hand over the stuffed animal, “I made it so it can be hung up until the baby is a little older.”

“That’s such a good idea. I’m so impressed,” he enthuses.

“Oh, thank you,” you smile pleased but slightly embarrassed. “It really wasn’t that difficult-Ow!” You look down to find a beautiful cat swatting at the jellyfish’s dangly legs. Unfortunately, her last swipe went right across your leg leaving three thin lines of blood.

“No! Alpine, no!” Bucky swoops down to pick up the cat but then ends up comically holding the jellyfish as far as possible from the flailing cat determined to capture the legs.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you retrieve the jellyfish and quickly stuff it into your bag. The cat, apparently named Alpine, calmed as it realized playtime was over. Though she did look aggrieved at losing the new toy. “Well, hello, I usually request that drawing blood waits until the second meeting but I guess you’re more of a draw blood first, ask questions later, cat, huh?”

“I’m so sorry! I was just trying to clip her nails before you knocked. Let me get you a bandage,” he turns away and you can hear him whisper to the cat, “You are in SO much trouble.”

You giggle to yourself at the adorable display and then straighten your face quickly as he makes his way back with a cloth and bandage in hand. You reach for them but he pulls back.

“Here, let me,” he reaches down.

“Really, it’s nothing. I can do it. Thank you,” you reassure him.

“I’m sorry. Do you want to come in?” Bucky gestures to the interior.

“No, thank you. I was just stopping by to show you now that I’m finished. I should be going,” you smile as you take the bandage from his hand. “See you later.”

“Thanks for showing me, doll. Bye,” Bucky watches as you leave but then shakes himself and closes the door quickly.

–

You berate yourself with each stitch you make of the silly project you had set for yourself. As the hook moves quickly in your hand, you tell yourself how pathetic this little crush on Bucky is and that making a stupid crocheted present for his cat is an act of desperation he would immediately see through. But your hands just kept making the necessary loops.

After your little encounter with Alpine you had decided that making her a catnip stuffed jellyfish would be a great way to use up some of your scrap yarn. It would be a smaller version of the one you had made and wonky looking from all the different yarns but you were sure it would make the cat happy. Even if it made you look like an idiot.

When it was finished, it sat on your desk and mocked you for not dropping it off. You were nervous and felt stupid for even making it. What if he hated it? Worse, what if Alpine hated it? What if he figured out your motive? Did he already know about your schoolgirl crush? He would probably see right through this gesture and you’d never be able to face him again.

You should just take it to him and say ‘Here is my desperate attempt to get you to talk to me because I think you’re amazing’ and then you could just die from the embarrassment and not have to worry about it anymore. You shake your head at the stupid thought. You considered finding a gift bag but felt that was too formal for the simple gift. Instead you grabbed it so it’s very presence would no longer send you into your own head. You doggedly march to Bucky’s door and then knock gently. As soon as the door opens, your mind goes completely blank and you just stare at him.

“Hi. What’s going on, doll?” Bucky’s brow furrows as he studies you.

“Uh, I, um, hi. I’m sorry. I, um, I,” clamping your mouth shut, you close your eyes, take a deep breath and start again, “I made this for Alpine.” You hold out the crocheted jellyfish with a smile pasted on. You felt like an idiot.

Bucky looks down at the colorful cat-sized toy and smiles broadly, “This is amazing, doll! Let’s find her.”

Before you realize what’s happening, Bucky grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him until he locates the cat. She was laid in a sliver of sunlight on the floor making her white fur look luminous. At his approach, Alpine lifts her head and within seconds of him jiggling the toy above her, is on her feet and batting at it. As soon as she catches it and manages to wrestle it away from Bucky, she takes a long sniff at the toy and then rolls her body over and around it.

“I think she likes it,” Bucky smiles at you.

“I’m so glad. I thought she might be a little jelly that the first one wasn’t for her, so I…” you shrug.

“Alpine, were you a little jelly you didn’t have a jelly?” He laughs. “That was really sweet of you to do that for her. Thanks,” he gives the hand he’s still holding a squeeze.

“Of course. I figured it would be a good way to use up some old yarn,” you nod and wonder if you should keep holding his hand or let go.

“Yeah. Sorry,” he says sheepishly as he lets go of your hand.

“Oh, I didn’t mind. Anyway, I just thought I’d bring it by,” you fidget with your hands and turn for the door, “So-”

“Would you like to go out to dinner?” Bucky interrupts.

“Wh-what?” You stammer.

“Like on a date? With me?” Bucky raises his brows hopefully.

“Um, yeah, I’d like that,” you smile, trying to hold in the surge of giddiness that washes over you.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you that for weeks,” he confesses with a sigh of relief.

“Really?” You ask.

“You didn’t know? I figured I’d made an idiot of myself trying to get opportunities to talk to you. I was worried you’d think I was a menace,” he blushes.

“I’d never think that of you.”

“Are you free tonight? I admit, I’ll be a little jelly if you’re not,” Bucky grins.

“No need to be jelly. I’m all yours,” you smile.

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