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astraysimp · 6 months

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Future Producer

Future Producer

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Hello, hello ,hello, my lovelies! I am back with the last edition of my personal dad!skz series, finishing off with a Bahng! ( I DO have another series planned)

ੈ♡˳Summary: Chan, ever the hardworking man he is, takes baby Bahng to the studio( or his in house studio).....um I think that’s it

ੈ♡˳Warnings: Dad! Cha, fem!reader, fluff fluff FLUFF, tiny baby and appa chan (he is no longer foive),pet names, playful teasing Chan about losing his hair , idk what else ੈ♡˳

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You and Chan were adjusting to parenthood well. You loved it, and he did too. A baby Bahng– Haneul Rei Bahng– Chan’s proudest accomplishment. But, he missed the studio, which was why he had a studio built into your shared house.

That’s exactly where he was right now, with a tiny Haneul on his chest. At only 1 month old, she was already in the studio, though she just wanted to be with her appa. It was midafternoon, and you had woken up from a nap. Usually, you were met with Chan singing to Haneul or her crying……but, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Sitting up on your bed, you stretched and kicked your legs over the side of the bed, Chan and Haneul nowhere in sight. “Hm? Where are they?” You asked yourself, throwing one of Chan’s hoodies and slippers into a pair of slippers. You checked her nursery, no one was there. The master bathroom? Think again. So, you wandered downstairs, singing to yourself. “ Where is my Channieeeeee? And my princesssss?” You hummed.

The kitchen. Empty. The living room? Nope. The laundry room? Still, no luck.

So, you wandered to the basement. Where the main gathering area– for game nights and movie nights to be held with his bandmates– was empty. As was the basement bedroom and half bathroom. Smiling to yourself, you saw the door to his studio closed. Softly knocking, you peeked your head in– wanting to respect his space because his studio was his safe place(other than with you). “Channie? Bubs, you in here?” You asked, as you gently pushed the door open. He was,but he couldn’t hear you, and he was focused. Fingers clicking away on his soundboard, adjusting, rearranging and editing different sound clips. “Does that sound okay, Haneul?” You heard him whisper. She just gazed up at him, her cheek against his chest with a pacifier in her mouth. He chuckled, “Then again….you don’t know what these sounds are.” He giggled, kissing her forehead, before he adjusted her on his chest. Humming to himself, he went back to his work, writing down notes in the notebook on his desk. “Frick…..that doesn’t sound right,” he mumbled. “What if I……put it…….here.” He tapped his chin, eyes scanning over the screen, as he moved the clip to another spot and listened to the playback. “Aaaaah, yeah. Better better. Okay.” Haneul was growing sleepy, her afternoon nap time approaching. “Ooooh, is Princess Haneul tired,hhm?” He cooed, soothingly patting her back, humming a lullaby at her. “Somewhere over the rainbow.Way up high.There's a land that I heard of.Once in a lullaby,Somewhere over the rainbow.Skies are blue,” Chan sang, running a gentle finger over her cheek, as her eyes fluttered shut.

Deciding to step in, you smiled, walking over and kissing his cheek. “Hi, my love.” You whispered, sitting in your designated chair. Yes, you had a chair because you also spent a lot of time in the studio with Chan. Slightly jumping, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Geez scared me, baby. Didn’t see you come in,” He giggled, eyes crinkling up. “Mhm, woke up from a nap to be met with an empty house,” You pouted , leaning your chin on his shoulder. “Sorry, darling. Had a song idea, and needed to get in here.” He chuckled, still patting Haneul’s back. Smiling you nodded, nuzzling into him. “Speaking of naps, is our baby girl asleep?” You asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Looking down to where she lay on his chest, Chan nodded. “Think so, oh she’s so cute.” He cooed, seeing his baby asleep on his chest.

You, too, have fallen asleep in the studio . Whether it was on his lap, on the small couch or in your chair. You looked at Haneul and smiled. “She reminds me of when you fall asleep in here,” he chuckled. “Your lips all pouty and your cheek squished against the couch or chair or my chest,” he cooed at you, pinching your cheek. “Yah, don’t blame me.It’s so cozy in here, smells like you and is so warm, plus you take so long.” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at him. Shaking his head, he booped your nose. “That’s how I feel about being in your arms, so warm and cozy and you smell so good, darling.” He smiled, pecking your lips before adjusting a now sleeping Haneul. “She’s so precious. Aw, look at her little cheeks,” you cooed, finger softly running over her cheek, her hand gripping Chan’s shirt. “She is, just like her mummy.” Cha smiled at you, saving the file to his computer , and turning to you.

“Do you think she’ll be a producer in the future, darling?”

Playfully, flicking his forehead you sighed. “No, I will not have my baby doll losing hair at the age of 25,” You pressed him. Pouting, he cuddled Haneul closer to him,”mummy is so mean, mentioning my hair, doll.” He whined, cuddling her to his chest. Giggling, you pinched his cheek. “I still love you, though, even if you are losing hair, Channie.”

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shinescape · 1 year

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note: here is what i can offer for now. not even sure if the title fits but yeah, enjoy the read!

ATEEZ SNEAKING THEIR S/O TO THE DORMS

Seonghwa - will.lock.his.bedroom.door. he was not ready to show you to the others but dare bring you back to the shared dorm which confuses you. you didn't question anything he does but did wonder why won't he want his members to find out about you. the answer came in the next morning where you were comfortably cuddling with Seonghwa. loud knocks were heard on his bedroom door followed by equally loud voices asking him who's shoes were at the front door. you heard him sigh and told you to ignore the noise as it will died down but of course he was wrong. you laughed when you heard them trying to unlock the door and playfully threatening your boyfriend things if he doesn't let them in.

Hongjoong: he won't sneak you to the dorms but will have you come over to his studio sometimes. on rare occasions where he did bring you back to the dorm, will make sure both of you are super quiet and carefully padded your way to his room. will be nervous about the other two finding out but then realised your shoes will give it away already. reminds you to not make so much noise but he's the one who can't keep quiet

Yunho - he won't bring you back to the dorms. no specific reason, he just prefers not too. besides what are hotels for? yunho likes a separate space for when he meets you but one night he was extremely out of it and asked you to come over. instantly pull you in for a hug when you showed up, forgetting the fact he is sharing with another member. said member locked eyes with you briefly before you hid your face on Yunho's shoulder mumbling, "Yeosang just passed by, is it okay?", your boyfriend only hummed as he was occupied taking in your scent that he missed so much

Yeosang - will make sure no one is home as he brings you to his room. then he won't know what to do anymore as you sat down on his bed awkwardly looking at his standing figure. completely forgot why he brought you there in the first place and kind of regretted it a little. but when you pulled him down and topple over you, Yeosang wondered what goes after. "you said you wanted to cuddle..." he couldn't help but get embarrassed when you uttered those words and pressed his forehead to yours. "hmm let's do that."

San - he doesn't really try to hide or plan on hiding you from the others but somehow seonghwa and mingi have no idea you were in their dorms. it was a new place so naturally you woke up early but the warmth from his embrace made you want to go back to sleep. but you couldn't because you kept wondering if his other dormmates will barge in and see you. as you were worrying over non existent things, the door creaked open and instinctively curled further in his arms as the person goes "...he's still asleep" and then they left. you were then surprised with your boyfriend suddenly placing a kiss on your head and hugging you even tighter as if telling you to not worry about anything.

Mingi - also won't sneak you to the dorm for no reason. he convinced himself that if he did, the other two will find out almost instantly and your focus will shift to them. he doesn't like that but when you're actually in his space, mingi could only take in the fact you are there, right in his room. wanting to tease him, you walked to the door and pretend to open it as you look at him which he glared with a slight pout. "they're asleep so can i go look around?" he walked right over and carried you to the bed, straight away locking you in his arms. he doesn't say anything but you can feel the jealousy that's oozing out from him and couldn't help but smile.

Wooyoung - not trying to hide number two. it started with him sneaking you over to his dorm and both of you hanging out for hours in the room. you weren't planning on staying over for long but then it started to rain. he suggested you stay over which you were against so bad. you didn't want his group members to have a bad impression of you but he he rambles on how they're fine with it. so the next day came and your boyfriend brought you out to eat breakfast but surprises awaits for you. Jongho and Hongjoong were awake and were blatantly staring at you the moment they saw you with wooyoung. It was getting awkward but your boyfriend doesn't seem to care as he asked whether you prefer scrambled eggs or fried rice for breakfast like it's any other day.

Jongho - was confident he could sneak you in after one of those nights where he worked extra late and had to go back alone. also convinced himself that he is able to hide things well. you weren't thinking much and put all your trust to him. you know how good he is when it comes to planning things out and making sure there's no room for error. but it seems those skills doesn't apply when it comes to dating. jongho held your hand and confidently entered the passcode and went in only to be greeted with his older group members right at that moment. Their brows were raised and had smirks on their faces as they looked at both of you. you know right there and then it was impossible to leave.

#some doesn't really sound like sneaking but you get it #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

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harufluff · 7 months

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enhypen on your bday /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

warnings - mentions of food, lots of skinship :))

genre - fluff, enhypen x fem!reader, established relationship au, non-idol au

wc - 3.9k words

happy birthday to me and sorn 🥳💕

lee heeseung

honestly he wanted nothing more than to make you feel special. he had a hard time figuring out what to do with you cause you’re never specific about what exactly you want.

hee ends up making you a cute handmade card with a bunch of kisses that he used your lipstick to make 🫠🫠

ends up accidentally sleeping over at your place the night before and having to run back to his apartment before you wake up, to which you thank him for when he comes back :))

more undercut !!

park jay

another who just has a need to make you feel special. but jay’s love language is gift giving, so obviously he was a little flashier.

wakes you up in the morning with breakfast in bed and cuddles with you until 1 o’clock, when he makes you get ready and go shopping with him. he gets you everything that you are even remotely interested in cause he wants you to have everything you want :DD

at the end of the night, jay takes you to a nice restaurant and you end the night with a movie night together in the comfort of your shared home 💕💕

sim jake

wants you so see quite literally everyone who you care about. jakes such a sweetheart that he plans everything and anything for the day months ahead of time.

he makes all the calls to your family, friends, and even just the girl at the grocery store you like talking to lol. the entire day gets him kinda stressed out, but he’s just happy you’re having fun and enjoying your special day.

the two of you end up just laying in bed and falling asleep at 9 o’clock to some old movie in the background 💞

park sunghoon

another one who thinks a handmade gift and a good meal are the perfect thing ⭐️⭐️ he gets to your place around 9 o’clock cause he wanted to let you sleep in, but he also wanted to be the first person you see when you woke up.

he made you one of those cute little ‘boyfriend coupons’ that you see on pinterest, and was considering putting his on pinterest himself.

sunghoon spent the whole day with you in his arms and he quite literally would not take his hands off you urgen after both of you were sleeping peacefully in bed with the love of your lives.

kim sunoo

more shopping to make his birthday girl feel special!! his main focus of the day was just to spend as much time with you before you were whisked off by your friends at night time (that he planned to have them do)

he made sure that you were having fun every second of the day, to which you answered with yes every time. sunoo with his fluffy personality shinning through, pre-ordered cute matching hoodies with his and your own initial ❤️❤️

after picking you back up from hanging out with your friends, he drew a bath for you and you ended the night with some good snacks and your perfect boyfriend.

yang jungwon

also wants your birthday to be perfect, but also wants to be a little selfish for once and keep you to yourself. he had asked you what you wanted to do weeks prior and you had both agreed that you wanted to just stay at home together on the day of, and then have some fun the day after.

he was completely ecstatic. he started off the day with waking you up with sweet words in your ears and a cute stuffed animal given to you by wonnie. throughout the day you lounged around the house together, in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, honestly even the bathroom.

a calm day with your sheep was all you wanted and much more needed for your special day :))

nishimura riki

part of him wanted to stay home and cuddle with his birthday girl, but the other side of him wanted to have a cute little date day. he decided that he wanted to bring you to pottery studio and glaze some cups. he had jay help him plan the scheduling

if he’s being honest, he thought you looked adorable focusing on painting with your tongue poking the side of your cheek.

when you got home, he literally tackled you into the couch, which is where you stayed for hours and letting some show fade into the background as you basked in each other comforting presence.

©️harufluff 2023

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formosusiniquis · 3 months

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Am I the Asshole?

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington; Robin Buckley/Original Female Character(s); Steve Harrington/Original Character(s); Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WC: 6052 | Rated: T | Tags: Modern AU, Reddit AU, Some AITA typical terrible people, QPR Steve & Robin, NB Steve, NB Robin AKA the Stobin AITA fic

r/AmITheAssshole u/HufflepuffHero94 9yrs ago AITA for being concerned about my girlfriends living situation?

Context: My (20F) girlfriend (18F) is amazing. She's a polyglot linguistics major, speaks three languages fluently and she's completely self-taught, a genius basically. We go to the same college (Midwestern Liberal Arts college) where we met in the marching band. Now R, my girlfriend, is from a small town. Like the kind of small town that they make jokes about in sitcoms, she isn't really online (so I'm not worried about her seeing this) because she claims they didn't even have the internet until she was in high school. She isn’t really “out” because of this. It’s like she lives in this semi-closeted space like some kind of TV queerbait character. It's not really a problem, I mean she’ll tell people we’re dating if they ask and all of our marching band friends know but when I ask about it she says it’s because it wasn’t really safe in her hometown growing up. But it’s 2014 not 1980…

Even though R is a freshman she’s in special accommodations. Instead of living in the dorms like the school usually requires she’s got a small, studio apartment just off of campus. A perk considering how awful living in the dorms is. R is a pretty private person and super studious. Most of our dates have been in the library or a study date at the coffee place on campus. She’s not big on PDA, she says she’s trying to get better at it but she’s still only sort of out and I’m her first real girlfriend. I was psyched when she asked me if I wanted to go with her to her apartment to study, said her best friend had a never fail study method that she was eager to try (and when she told me what it was I was pretty eager too).

R can’t drive, so when I pull into the parking lot of her complex she notices something and says her roommate hasn’t left for work yet. I’m a little confused because like I said she lives in a studio apartment, but she just brushes it off and says something about asshole parents and this being what they could afford when some money fell through. She’s sent me snaps from her place, so I know it’s pretty cozy so I tell her it’s fine. Obviously I’m concerned about what the set up is going to be like when we get up there but she insists that dingus (her words) will only be there for another couple minutes before they have to leave for work and that Stevie (again her words) is her best friend in the world. They moved here together from the same small town or something.

To give R credit, she’s definitely done the best she can with the space. When I walked it it definitely felt as homey as it does in her pictures. The door opened up into the kitchen and living room and she’s got those spaces divided off from the beds with one of those Chinese paper divider thingies. Anyway to make a long story short it turns out her roommate and best friend Stevie is actually a whole dude (19). He comes out, gives her a look and asks her if “us girls are planning a sleepover” and if he should make himself scarce for the evening. R says she doesn’t give him shit when his “special friends” come over and after that I kinda stopped listening. I slipped off into the apartment looking for the bathroom and that’s when I saw how their “bedroom” was set up. Twin beds INCHES apart, they might as well be sharing the same one.

Here’s where I might be the asshole. When her “friend” finally cleared out I told her the truth. I didn’t know how comfortable I was hanging out in her place where she lives with a guy. I do live in the dorms but I’ve got a single right now. I asked her to move in with me so she wouldn’t have to be in this situation. I guess it maybe sounded like I was dissing her friend, which I was but I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just think it’s weird that she won’t come out to anyone and is also living with some guy! I told her I wasn’t interested in being an experiment and if things were serious then she would want to move in with me.

That’s when she kicked me out and called me an asshole. But really I don’t think I’m being a dick for being concerned that she might just be jerking me along while she plays lesbian so she can tell her boyfriend about it at home. Even if nothing is going on I'm just worried that living in this kind of environment isn't safe for her. I mean this guy is probably just pretending to be her friend to get in her pants, I think the fact that they're from the same small town means she can't see that. I really think she would be better off if she moved into the dorms with me aita?

u/otpsnotbrotps NTA

u/foreplayisntreal NTA guys and girls can't be friends. If she even is a lez and a katy perry wannabe then roomie is just biding his time til she's ready to be converted

Read the rest on AO3

#stobin month 2024 #day 10 modern #steve and robin #platonic stobin #it's still day 10 somewhere shhh i know it's late #minor steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #my fic #stobin fic #stranger things fic

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sunflwryu · 1 year

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warning: yandere, implied murder | not requested

pretend

you never have to say anything.

all you have to do is tug on your boyfriend’s sleeve, and his attention is all yours. he puts down everything for you at that moment, no matter how important it is, no matter what he’s doing, no matter when it is, even if it’s the middle of the night. that’s why you hope, seriously hope he’ll give you all of it this time too.

you open the door to the basement studio, and three pairs of eyes land on you at your entrance. you feel awkward in nothing but an oversized tee and baggy shorts, knowing that they’re probably doing something important, like writing their highly anticipated 3racha title track, the track that would make or break their unprecedented career as a self-producing trio, the track that you know fully well is due in tomorrow morning by their label, but you don’t know what else to do. swallowing nervously, you walk slowly over to bang chan and pinch the soft cloth of his shirt, pulling on it lightly, eyes glued to the carpet.

without a single hesitation, he stands up, and a wave of relief ripples through you, relief that he still will do anything for you, including cutting short his work, all just for you. a part of you feels guilty, but you know you need him. nobody but him.

he gives changbin and jisung a curt nod, mouthing to them something, ignoring their playful jabs about not caring for their career at all before guiding you up the stairs and to your shared bedroom, a comforting, grounding hand on your lower back the entire time. as soon as you get to your shared bedroom, he picks you up with a strong huff and lays you down on the bed, tucking the blankets over your body before climbing in himself.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

a gentle kiss as soft as clouds on the back of your neck sends tingles through your body, making your lips tremble, threatening to spill the latest incident, but you press them firmly together in refusal.

but there’s another one that follows, paired with the same question, and another one, more and more until you get lost in the sweet, sweet dreaminess and comfort his affection offers, giving in and letting the story, the names slip off your tongue without thinking, without even realizing until you wake up hours later with nothing but empty space beside you and the dreaded sinking of your heart, the memories of what you told him rushing back to you at full speed, and it dawns upon you just exactly what he did when the faint metallic smell of blood drifts in the air at the swinging of the bathroom door, making your nose scrunch up instinctively.

this isn't your first time waking up to him like this, to find him gone from your side to do the unforgivable deeds he's done many times before for you, but you know it won't be the last. it's happened so often that you know you've woken up to the end of it, you know you've missed the worst of it, he's already burned the clothes and took a shower to clean everything off, and now he's coming back.

back to the selfish, cowardly you, the weak you, the guilty, pathetic you that lets this happen, that turns a blind eye to what he's done, back to the terrible person you are for ignoring everything, keeping your eyes shut, trying to go back to sleep and forget that you even heard him come home.

was it fear that stopped you from stopping him, from running away? from breathing a word about this to the police, to the government? fear of his retaliation, of the overwhelming strength he has, of him for being such a mad man for you, of the power he holds, of his attentiveness that would figure you out the moment you had a single thought of an escape plan.

...or was it the fact that chan was someone who cared for you, who needed you just as you needed him? to have someone so devoted by your side that would give you everything without you even saying anything, to have someone who'd shower you in love without you asking, to have someone that thought you were enough despite all your shortcomings...there would never be another person like him who'd be willing to do so much for you, and you couldn't...you couldn't go back to the day where you meant nothing to anybody, where you were all alone and hurting by yourself, barely able to comfort your broken, fragile, abandoned heart. you couldn't, you can't let yourself fall apart again, not when he's here, not when he's willing to put all your pieces back together like no one else has ever done before for you, not when all he asks is your unconditional, undying love in return for his own.

you sense him close as he makes his way to your bed, that comforting scent of lavender shampoo from his damp curly hair wafting its way to you, and before you know it, he gathers you in his arms, lips trailing along your shoulder and collarbone ever so gently, and you lean into him, feeling his soft, affectionate smile against your skin, a light, all-knowing chuckle rumbling from his chest.

"sweetheart, are you awake?" he coos quietly like he's talking to a baby, a hint of a proud smugness in his voice, because you know he knows you are. "i'm sorry that i left for a bit, but i'm back now, okay?" he strokes your head with careful fingers as to comfort you, and your breathing, which you haven't even realized was a bit heavy, slows down as you relax in his familiar embrace. "don't worry, i took care of everything just as i always do because i love you...i love you so, so much, more than anything in this entire world..."

you feel your heart swell at his words, at his voice, and you wrap your arms around him, enjoying that you're with him right now, that he's here. "...thank you...i love you too, channie," you whisper so softly that you think he can't hear you, but he does, humming appreciatively, patting you once more, pressing your head to his chest, pleased when you stay there, letting the peaceful, comfortable silence fill the air as you focus on chan, on his presence, letting the complicated thoughts, letting everything else but him melt away from your tired mind.

you're willing to pretend forever that murder is okay as long as he stays by your side forever too.

note: had this in my drafts for quite some time, but finally got to finish because i was feeling very angsty and depressed lol. finishing it makes me feel somewhat better, really. hoping i can write some more to comfort myself like this one, and despite my recent notice, i want to try writing again now that i have some time over the next few days to that i didn't have before. if you live in the us, please be mindful of the upcoming storm, i hear it's going to be really bad, so please stay warm and stock your supplies, or anyone that will be affected by it or the cold of the winter. i hope you enjoyed this, sincerely, and thank you for reading, thank you so much for those who cheered me on and read that notice i put out as well.

skz masterlist | main masterlist | by @sunflwryu

#yandere stray kids #yandere skz #skz yandere #bang chan #stray kids yandere #chan #yandere bang chan #skz #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz bang chan #christopher bang #yandere kpop

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maladaptive-jcb · 10 months

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Chapter 6: Canvas of Connections

Jamie x female!reader

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Click here for chapter 5 if you missed it.

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from sexual assault, domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

I check my phone screen as I hear that familiar notification sound from it. I feel a jolt in my chest when I see Jamie's name pops up as I click it. I open to a selfie that he sent and chuckle silently. It's a photo of him pouting in the driver's seat angled slightly towards the empty space beside him.

"Feels quite lonely when you're not here… ☹️," the message reads.

I start crafting my response in glee: "How sad. Guess we have to change that pretty soon. ☺️"

Jamie and I have been texting back and forth ever since we reconnected at the cafe. When we felt a deeper sense of closeness, we decided to exchange phone numbers at the end. Both of us realized that our heart-to-heart time wouldn't be enough in just a short coffee break. We texted about everything from our favourite books, destination spots, movies to even as silly as our quirky habits. With every text, my heart dances in flips. I can almost hear his voice, laughter and his genuine smile behind every single one of them.

Ding! Another response received. "How about I'll pick you up tomorrow for our class? We can go together! 😉"

I start beaming at the thought of starting a new routine with Jamie. Usually when I walk into class, he'll already be sitting there with his paintbrushes laid out or I'll be the one who's waiting around to hear the familiar footsteps of his ankle boots walking in. Now that he's already initiating a plan to come together shows how familiar and comfortable we already are getting with each other. This thought thrills something in me.

"Sounds perfect! Can't wait to see you tomorrow! 😊" I hit send, feeling a smile creeping up on my face again.

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One more time. I tell myself as I check my appearance in the full-length mirror in my bedroom, knowing full well I'll be back to check myself again in a few minutes. I keep tidying the hair that I tied up while still lowering some face framing bangs, adjusting my colourful-patterned top, paired with a simple denim jacket and a black skirt. I intentionally planned the balance between casual and put-together into my whole look. As I step back, the last touch of my subtle stud earrings sparkle under the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. Yeah, that looks good.

I wonder if Jamie would even notice the effort behind my look. All those clothes laid out in bed and tossing aside the ones I didn't want from the previous night seems comical to me at the moment. However, I really do want to put more thoughts into how I look to Jamie today. He's quickly becoming an important person to me and I don't want to take that for granted.

"Good morning! I'll be there in 10 minutes. See you soon!," his text pops up on my push notifications. I pack my bag up with my art supplies and go to wait at the window. The view from my apartment window overlooks directly on the front driveway of my building. Peering down, waiting with anticipation of every passing car that could potentially be his. Sure enough, after a while, a familiar blue convertible turns into the driveway. Even after imagining that image so many times in my head, my heart still jumps when it actually happens.

When I walk out of my building, I'm met with Jamie standing right outside the car waiting to open the door for me. I speed up my walk towards him in excitement and give him a quick hug. He smells different, a little woody yet fruity at the same time. It's very intriguing and inviting. Seems like he's putting in the effort for me too. It makes me want to hide my smile at the thought.

"Hi! Wow, you look gorgeous!" he exclaims, admiring myself from top to bottom, which makes me more nervous than I thought I would be.

"Oh, thank you. Well, you don't look so bad yourself," I playfully push his arm.

Sure enough, he looks as stylish as ever but truth is, it doesn't matter what he wears. I'll always be captivated by his ruffled up blond hair, clear ocean eyes, striking features and lean build. Always towering over me with a sense of protection.

"Why, thank you, darling," he smiles and runs his hand through his locks. "Are you ready?" He finally opens the door of the car for me. I chuckle at him.

"You really don't have to do this every single time, you know?" I say.

"Try and stop me," he grins back and closes the door after me.

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Mr. Hayes and a few of the students were already there. We arrive quite early so we figured we would set up our stuff before we start. When I see two empty seats next to each other, I turn to Jamie.

"Do you want to sit together?" I ask him. His head turns towards me with a little bit of surprise and gladness.

"Really?" he asks back.

"Yes, silly! Come on!" I nod my head towards the seats.

We take the seats and put down our bags.

"It's just…" he starts ruffling his hair again.

"What? What is it?" My curiosity starts growing.

"I don't know. I just think it's funny since there were times where I was thinking of sitting next to you but there was never an available seat. Even when I was early, someone else took the seats next to mine instead," he stares forward, remembering them in his head.

My heart feels touched until something clicks in my head all of a sudden.

"Wait, I might be crazy here but… is that why you were always so grumpy in class?" I ask.

He starts blushing and rubbing his cheeks with his left hand to hide it. His silver rings twinkling under the fluorescent studio lights as he did. "Oh, lovely. You finally caught on me."

"Wait… Jamie Campbell Bower, have you been thinking about me? This whole time?" I start playfully shoving his arm and teasing him endlessly about it. His face starts getting even redder and it's even harder for him to hide it.

"Stop it, behave yourself!" he says in a slightly higher pitched voice with a shy grin on his face.

"Okay, I'll stop… this time," I giggle.

"I'm glad we're here together by the way… even though it took us long enough," I add, shifting the teasing away to calm him.

"Yes, me too. Plus, you promised to help me in class, didn't you? I'm still holding onto that," Jamie says as he leans his body closer.

"Yes, absolutely my dear boy," I pat his back. He smiles with it.

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Today, Mr. Hayes gave us a few options of landscape photos to study and copy them into our paintings for the day. The landscape photos were put up from the easiest to the hardest one. Jamie chooses the one in between. Sort of an intermediate level. It's a lovely photo of a purple sunset with different hues of mountains overlapping on the horizon as they fade away. I choose the same because I think it would be nice for us to study it together.

Jamie has the first few layers of colours on the canvas and is now struggling to get the perspective right. I stop to look at his work and help him learn how to realign the proportions through sketching out the shapes before layering another colour. The change of mood shown in his demeanor after accomplishing what he thought he couldn't do makes my heart warm. It feels as if I succeed alongside him as well. He looks up to me again for approval when I notice something and laugh.

"Jamie, you have purple paint on your cheek," I point at the part of his face, continuing to giggle.

"Oh, great…" he rolls his eyes at himself. "I must look soooo attractive right now."

Yes, you do.

I shake my head and smile. "It's okay, I got this." I pull out my wipes from my bag, gets up from my chair and starts cleaning the acrylic paint on his cheek. The acrylic paint is a little dried up so I'm trying a little harder to get it out when I finally notice his iridescent eyes staring right at me. My heart skips a beat.

"Is it gone?" He asks.

I clear my throat. "Oh, yes a little bit more and… there you go."

"Thanks," he beams.

Class is going really great today, especially now that I have him here with me. No longer just staring from across the room or stealing glances at him when he's not looking. No. He's actually sitting next to me now. As my friend.

Jamie and I couldn't stop talking the whole time. Sometimes he would peek over my painting and tried to learn the techniques that I've been using. Because of his eagerness, he'll try and reach my hand to move it away so he can look closely at what I'm doing. I just shake my head at give a slight chuckle from time to time. His behaviour is quite entertaining to see.

Mr. Hayes comes up to us and tells Jamie that his work is super impressive for the day.

"I'm glad you have been learning more with y/n now, huh?" Mr. Hayes nods at me as he talks to Jamie.

"Absolutely. She's an amazing teacher. A cute one too," he smirks and winks at me.

"Now, now am I not a cute teacher for you, Jamie?" Mr. Hayes teases back.

"Oh sorry, Mr. Hayes, I mean-" Jamie's hand on his mouth now.

"That's what I thought," Mr. Hayes chuckles. "You keep an eye on this young boy, y/n. Alright?" He then says to me.

"I will, Mr. Hayes. I promise," I giggle as he moves along to check the other students.

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"Hey, thank you for today. I know it was a lot, you know, teaching me while also doing your own painting too," Jamie says to me as we step out of the studio.

"Are you kidding me? It was so much fun doing this with you. I knew I could unlock your potential."

"I really did great today, didn't I?" I sense his happiness in his high pitched voice and his usual big grin on his face.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Hayes was very proud of you!" I place a hand on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you too."

Jamie pulls me into a hug. It takes me by surprise but I feel pleased to welcome it, taking another sniff of his woody scent. His chest feels warm and I can hear the excitement in his heartbeat.

"You're not working today aren't you?" he asks.

"Nope. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to do something," he suggests.

I can feel a smile starts forming on my face.

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

"Come with me. To the beach," a thrill in his voice as he speaks.

"Okay, but please let me get ready and change before we go out again this time."

He laughs again. "Alright, let's go get you back home then."

Jamie drives me home and promised to come back in a couple hours.

Chapter 7

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Hi, guys! I'm back! Thanks for all the notes and sweet messages you left me for my stories so far. I'll try to update as often as I can. I hope you like this chapter as much as I do. Just you and Jamie being cute hehe. I'm planning to do more cute stuff like these without derailing my actual main plot. So much in work! I'm excited!

#jamie bower fanfic #jamie x reader #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell x reader #jamie x female reader #jcb #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #vecna #jamie x y/n #jamie bower x y/n #jamie campbell bower x y/n #jamie bower x female reader #jamie campbell bower x female reader #fanfic fluff #romance #artist #musician #jamie campbell bower x reader fluff

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namolosanu · 11 months

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voluptuarian · 1 year

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I need to complain about my mom, and specifically how discussing sharing an apartment with her has gone

while everybody's out talking to my mom about lenores honeymoon plans, and how everyone in my house needs me to move out now, my mom spontaneously offers that I could stay with her until I find a place

at a later meeting, Lenore brings that offer up; my mom claims she has no idea what Lenore is talking about, and that she never said any such thing

much later, offers to let me share her apartment again, but acts like it was my idea in the first place-- I say I'd prefer my own place, but if I can't find anything else, I'd consider sharing a 2 bedroom, not her current studio; both of us suggest waiting for a 2 bedroom opening in her current building

months pass without my finding a place in my budget and without a 2 bedroom becoming available; she and I start looking at other 2 bedrooms, and even roomier 1 bedrooms but can't find anything that works for both of us

my mom starts overtures about just sharing her current apartment again; I reaffirm that I'm not interested since the only bathroom is in the bedroom, and no matter how we planned it out one of us would be constantly going into the others' room at all hours; despite the fact that I am a grown fucking woman and not wanting somebody trotting into my room at 3 am to pee is the most normal thing in the world, my mom acts completely bewildered and like my expectations are uniquely and unthinkably high

I find the only available apartment in my budget in the city (it's a piece of shit, so doesn't work out) but knowing my earned wage is like $5 a month, and that might block me from signing a lease, ask my mom if she'll co-sign for me; she refuses, saying I "might randomly get sick and not be able to pay rent," even AFTER I reiterate how since I'm paying rent with loan money, that's not a situation that could ever happen. (At this point I'm like, is she just the stingiest person on earth to Just her children, or is she actually cracking up??)

with no changes, mama suggests I take over her lease (which is in my budget) so she can go live in her car without losing her apt completely (she's in the middle of some sort of nomadland midlife crisis I think); since all my loan money for the summer is applied out to my bills already, I don't have any extra to take over the lease now, but tell her I could potentially after my next term pay out

somehow she interprets this as my not wanting to share an apt with her at all, and refusal to take over her lease, period (I can't even, at this point)

now another 2 bedroom in MY building has opened up and Lenore suggested to my mom that she and I could move into that-- prompting the "Olivia wants nothing to do with me *sniff sniff*" response out of fucking nowhere, so now I have to "re-explain" where I stand, because I'm clearly the confusing one here

what the fuck do I even do with this woman at this point??

#like I don't think she's being malicious #so instead I have no fucking Clue what's wrong with her

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magicinaframe-part2 · 1 year

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A Reminiscence

Have you ever met and become acquainted with someone whose personality and behavior were so unusual and impressive that you felt that you had to always remember them?

If your answer to my question is "Yes," then I have to ask "Is that person 'larger than life?'"

For the remainder of this piece, I won't use the term 'larger than life,' as I feel that it is a misleading use of language.

Some context is necessary with this piece, here, at Tumblr, so I will reference a movie that some people might recognize and, maybe, some movie lovers have seen. It's a Hollywood movie...

The central character of the movie THE GAMBLER is named Axel Freed and he is played by James Caan. In the movie's first sequence, Axel is presented as someone who is in debt for many thousands of dollars. He is, also, a character who seems to be addicted to gambling. Simultaneously, he's been frequenting an after-hours gambling joint located somewhere in New York City and also working as a College professor teaching literature to undergraduate students.

The manager of the after-hours gambling joint, nicknamed Hips (Paul Sorvino), tells Axel "...You're the last person I want something bad happening to." In response, Axel angrily and repeatedly says he can pay his debt.

This same manager character arranges for Axel to meet an associate who will negotiate a payment plan for the many thousands of dollars that he owes. A messenger character is sent to bring Axel to the manager's associate.

The messenger character, named Carmine (Burt Young), arrives driving a convertible, picks up Axel on schedule, and makes a stop before delivering him to an unspecified bar to meet with the manager's associate.

Recently, when I was watching THE GAMBLER on DVD, I did not have any information regarding the details of the plot. I had watched the movie, once, when it was first in theaters, here, in the U.S.A. in 1974. And that included anything about what happens during the 'stop.' I watched this particular scene play out and I thought about someone I met and became acquainted with, many years ago.

Put it another way: Carmine was like someone I met and became acquainted with, many years ago.

So I have to share the details...

In July of 1983, I moved into an apartment in a neighborhood in the Bronx that was new to me. This was the beginning of a new chapter in my life, a happy time for me, since, prior to this new apartment, I had lived with roommates. This was my place, I lived alone. And it is where I live, to this day.

This was -- and is -- a brick building, with three floors, a flat roof, twelve apartments, two entrance/exit doors in the front, and two addresses. Of the twelve apartments, ten were two-bedroom apartments, and two were studios. I moved into one of the two studio apartments.

At that time, the landlord was an overweight Greek woman who lived with her husband in one of the apartments on the second floor. And in her first conversation with me, she advised that I shouldn't pay attention to the tenants congregating outside the front of the building; i.e., I should not pay attention to what they talk about. I thought that was odd and simply went about my business moving in.

A few weeks later, I took the time to introduce myself to as many of the tenants as I could. I learned that other than the landlord, the majority of the tenants were Italian-American. And they, generally, had negative things to say about the landlord.

As for the other tenants, I became acquainted with one whom I will always remember. He went by a number of names and I never learned which one was on his birth certificate. I saw mail addressed to Gerald Berman and mail addressed to Gerald Pascarelli. He also had a nickname: Gerry B. For the remainder of this piece, I will refer to him as Gerry.

At first, I was aware that Gerry lived with his wife, but some weeks after I moved into my new apartment, Gerry told me that she had left him to go live with her mother. I never saw her, again.

Gerry was short in height, standing about 5'2." He was squat, powerfully built. His skin coloring was dark. He looked sun tanned. He spoke with a thick Italian accent that made him difficult to understand. He was quick to anger, frequently argumentative, and he liked to get in a person's face. He had many personal quirks -- so many that I can't remember. He smoked thin cigars and frequently bet on horses. He always seemed to have an on-going feud with some of the other Italian-American tenants. And he loved to gossip.

If there was some on-going news story that people in general liked to talk about (example: the Long Island Lolita), he enjoyed making comments about some new aspect of the story and would speculate about the District Attorney.

From time to time, Gerry would invite me to visit him, so some three or four years after I moved in, I went to talk to him on a weekday evening, in his apartment. I recall that I was upset about something having to do with my job (I was working as a secretary in a child welfare agency) and had nobody to talk to. So I went to his apartment.

I found him in his kitchen, seated at a cluttered table. He twas smoking one of his thin cigars and there was a small jug bottle of his favorite inexpensive red wine on the table. And we started to talk.

The conversation went on for more than an hour and, although I don't remember all of the subjects, some stand out in my mind.

He absolutely detested Ronald Reagan who was President at that time.

He absolutely detested the gas and electric company, commonly known, here, as Con Edison.

He talked about his father and showed me a small black and white photograph of him that was lying on the table.

He showed me a black and white framed photograph that was hanging on the wall right across from where we were seated. In the photograph were four well-dressed young men seated at a table, in what looked to be a restaurant or nightclub. One of the young men was a young Gerry. He looked to be in his late 20s and he was having a good time, when the photograph was taken.

I stared at the photograph of a young Gerry. It occurred to me that the young version of Gerry had facial features similar to an actor who had been in the cast of the Hollywood movie, THE GODFATHER. And I told him so.

Well, Gerry started talking to me about the place where the photograph was taken. According to Gerry, he went into partnership running a banquet hall/nightclub in the Bronx and that some of his business partners were connected to the mob.

The banquet hall/nightclub included an upstairs that had rooms for private parties and, evidently, some of those parties were X-rated. Well known entertainers often came to the banquet hall/nightclub to perform.

As Gerry continued talking about his past, he implied that he would do favors for his connected partners -- like hold onto something, with no questions asked. A gun, perhaps? Gerry would not be specific, as we sat talking to each other in the kitchen of his apartment.

Eventually, after some ninety minutes, I returned to my apartment.

Gerry and I continued talking to each other, as the days and weeks and months progressed. There were a few other times that I would visit him in his apartment. I noticed that he had a problem with one of his legs. He also told me that his doctor prescribed nitroglycerin pills that he had to take.

Eventually, Gerry had a dispute with a new landlord and refused to pay rent. And, suddenly, Gerry was nowhere to be found. it was a mystery. And the other tenants had nothing to say about the mystery. The mystery remained a mystery.

What do I think happened? I think someone in the neighborhood telephoned Gerry's son who lived in a town called Saratoga Springs in upstate New York and told the son that Gerry was having problems. The son dove to the Bronx and took Gerry away.

I never saw Gerry, again.

When I think about that scene in the Hollywood movie with the character Carmine, I think about Gerry. And I recommend that movie lovers, here, at Tumblr, track down a copy of THE GAMBLER, just to watch that scene. I'm reasonably certain that you will never forget the way that the scene plays out.

And I will always remember Gerry.

-- Drew Simels

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C, D, P, and X if you please.

C is for calling--

I've never had a moment of "passion" in what I'm doing, either as a job/career, or in any of my other interests. I have completed one of those "Choose your way" journals (I'm addicted to Piccadilly--most of their stuff is a blast to fill out), though, and, probably somewhat due to my disabilities and therefore inabilities to work a set schedule, I'm called to writing and art. I don't mean this to be, like, all superiority complex, or anything, but I remember being in elementary school and taking the "write a story" prompts very seriously. By the time in was in Sophomore AP English 10, my teacher personally complimented me for some random original fiction assignment, saying it was particularly above and beyond the usual drivel. I'm not sure I have another book in me, like Battle of Troy, but my NaNo content, my fanfiction, my Piccadilly prompts-- they're all still there to motivate the urge to create.

D is for dust mop-

My bio family was full of neat freaks, and chores like dusting the baseboards (I'll give it a tiny bit of a pass, considering they were white baseboards on white walls), was done almost daily to keep them from accumulating the smallest greyish hue. What stain remover was for which type of flooring was expected to be memorized. As well as what was "safe" to clean the granite countertops (fyi acetone is not in that category).

Yesterday my roommate and I cleaned the whole dog and cat feeding area with a package of Swiffers (which, interestingly enough, we got as swag at Pridefest back in June). I clean the hammy house with water, paper towels, the tiniest bit of Dawn, and a few alcohol wipes on the tough spots. I have moved most of my painting/figurine restoration studio into my bedroom, so, if I find a dust bunny along with that rogue flower stem, I pick it up and bin it. Cleaning is as cleaning does, I suppose? I like that method much better

P is for privilege

Oooooook, I don't want to get into anyone's crawl here, because I have had some fantastic opportunities, which I only had access to because of where I lived during what span of time and who my bio parents associated with. I get that. There was cushioning in my childhood that allowed me to experience sets of circumstances that others cannot access. I apologize in advance if any of this comes across badly; I mean to share, not brag or condemn.

My bio parents had me in "school" (educational daycare) from the time I was 3 years old. Before that I was completely unsocialized; I was raised as a toddler in a commune-like situation where I only knew 2 or 3 adults and 2 or 3 other children.

As far as education goes, in my opinion, it's a coin flip. The neighborhood school has a good rep or a poor one. The teacher is kind and inventive, of they're mean. You love school, or you hate it. College, too. It's either a great experience to learn how to adult, or it's a red flag that no, no, we are not ready for this yet.

I still have that 50-50 mindset about a lot of things. Will it rain tomorrow and make the baby cranky? Will it be warm enough to wear my Black Panther shirt? Will my child have a meltdown because I opened the refrigerator and didn't take anything out specifically for him? Got to keep playing the odds. Somehow it all turns out alright.

X is for xanax

Very convenient when sleepy is needed (or a convenient "out"). I once, quite some time ago, when I was new on the med, I had, like, 1mg, and I slept on the couch in my roommate's father's office for 3 or 4 hours and completely missed the visit (We're all civil with him. Friendly-ish, but you have to keep a guard up for sudden impossible plans and info dumps that may be, erm, inappropriate for the ears of our younger bunch.)

The X is currently the thing I'm prescribed for relaxation, and more often than not, I'll put it crushed through my J tube for a fairly immediate spray-n-squeegee of the walls to take down intrusive thoughts, then I'll nest like a hamster for the sleepy effects, and hopefully be feeling better and ready to resume problem-solving by the time I wake up.

#starbucks sunday #ask meme #ask game

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Finding a place to rent around Powell, Ohio

When you are looking for a place to rent, there are many things you need to consider. Do you want an apartment with washer and dryer in the unit or just a laundry room? What type of neighborhood do you want to live in? How close do you want to be to campus? These questions can help narrow down your search for apartments around Powell, Ohio.

What type of apartment do you want?

If you're looking for a place to rent, you might be wondering which type of apartment is right for you. There are many different types of apartments in Powell, Ohio, and they all have their own pros and cons! Let's go over some of them here:

Studio - These are small studio apartments that usually only have one room. They can be good if you're on a tight budget but don't plan on having guests over often since they aren't very spacious.

One Bedroom - These types of units typically have one large bedroom with an attached bathroom, as well as another small room (usually used as an office). They're great for families or people who like having plenty of room for themselves without too much hassle when making repairs or cleaning up after themselves.

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How big of an apartment do you want?

With the amount of space you need, you can narrow down your search. If you are a single person, then looking for an apartment in Powell will be much easier than if you were a family of four. The size of an apartment depends on how many bedrooms it has and whether or not it has any extra rooms like dining rooms or living rooms.

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art is to feel (ch. 8) | A Bridgerton Series

Series: art is to feel

Paring: Anthony Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton has only one goal for this upcoming social season. To find a wife. What will he do when a young woman with no desire for marriage comes waltzing into his life?

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: bad proposals

A/N: Please send me all of your questions, comments, and concerns! Also if you haven’t heard this instrumental version of driver's license (by Olivia Rodrigo) I HIGHLY recommend it! This is absolutely the chapter to read while listening to it lol

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) // (Chapter 9) (Epilogue 1)

You still weren’t quite sure what had come over you last night.

You’d been unable to sleep, instead spending the entire night tossing and turning, incapable of keeping your restless mind from replaying the memories of the ball.

After convincing Lady Danbury of a headache, you’d made a hasty exit from the party, avoiding eye contact with everyone you passed, as you were certain that someone would be able to see just from the look on your face exactly what you had done.

What Anthony had done to you.

Maybe you hadn’t been able to admit it to yourself before last night, or maybe Anthony really had seduced you, persuaded you of your attraction to him.

But you liked him. Your feelings for him were far deeper than you’d realized. You’re not a child, you’re not naive enough to call it love, but there’s something, some piece of you that cares for him more than you’ve ever cared for another person before. A piece of you that yearns for him.

But was attraction enough to persuade you to marry? You’d been so steadfast in your decision to remain unmarried, were you really willing to change your beliefs simply because a man had kissed you?

You’d never felt lust before, but you were fairly certain that what had transpired between the two of you last night had been that. At least on your side. Lord knows what had been going through Anthony’s mind last night.

He’s not exactly forthcoming on sharing his thoughts and feelings with you.

You’d never let yourself lose control like that before. And you never would again. You clearly couldn’t be left alone with Anthony, it would only end up the same way, only the next time you wouldn’t be so lucky. You’d be caught, and then you’d be forced to marry him, and he’d be forced to marry you.

But that’s what he had wanted, wasn’t it?

Anthony had basically admitted it to you last night amidst your… dalliance. He’d said you’d suit, that you should marry each other.

Had he... Had he planned to seduce you? Was he trying to trick you into a marriage?

You sat upright in your bed at that realization.

Maybe you were more of a naive fool than you had realized.

The early morning sunlight had begun to stream through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. In the light of the new day, it became clear. Anthony had tried to trick you, to make a fool of you and force a marriage onto you using circumstances that you would not have been able to escape.

As you moved to pull yourself from underneath your covers and begin your day you decided on two things.

One, you would not let Anthony kiss you again. And two, you would not allow him to trick you into a marriage.

Immediately after breakfast, you’d retreated to your studio, hoping that a morning spent painting would take your mind off everything, or at least give you the peace and quiet to work through your racing thoughts and slow them at least a bit.

“Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Bridgerton is here to see you,” A footman calls from the other side of the door to your studio.

“Which one?” You called back, your eyes never leaving the canvas in front of you as you continued to paint stroke after stroke. You’d been hit with a sudden stroke of inspiration, unlike any you’d had since returning to England, and you were reluctant to leave your studio now that you had hit your stride.

“The Viscount, miss,” The footman replied.

Fuck.

After quickly stripping out of your painting apron and ensuring that your hair was at least semi-presentable you quickly made your way down the stairs and into the sitting room.

“Good morning, Mr. Bridgerton, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, I didn’t realize we had made plans for today,” You greeted Anthony, your eyes hovering somewhere over his left shoulder in an effort to not have to look at him.

“We didn’t,” Anthony replies. “(Y/N), I’m here to talk about last night.”

You sharply intake a breath, your eyes flickering over to his own for only a moment before you look away again before nodding, urging him to say what he needs to say.

“After what transpired between us last night I can’t in good conscience leave anything unsaid. (Y/N), I’d like for you to marry me, to assure you that what happened, while unplanned, was a representation of my feelings for you, and assure you that it is my sole intention to keep your reputation honorable.”

“So you’re asking me to marry you because I’m damaged goods?” You ask him slowly, ensuring that you’re understanding him as you let his words soak in.

“I’m asking you to marry me because we obviously suit,” Anthony replies, his mouth curved into a coy smirk. “After last night it should be obvious that we’ll have no issues with affection as a couple.”

You scoff. “Don’t mince words, you pity me, you’re ashamed that you’ve tarnished my reputation so you’re absolving yourself of the guilt by asking me to marry you!”

Anthony groans. “I’m trying to help you! I’m doing you a favor!”

You flinch slightly, opening your mouth to respond before closing it again.

After a beat you finally reply, your voice coming out much smaller than you mean it to.“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Anthony’s face falls as he realizes his mistake. “You know I didn’t mean it that way-”

“What other way could you mean that?” You hiss, cutting his half-hearted, meaningless apologies off.

“I need an heir and you need to be taken care of, we like each other well enough, we’re obviously attracted to each other, I don’t see why you won’t at least consider it,” Anthony begins to plead.

“How many times must I tell you that I don’t need to be taken care of! That I don’t want to be some man’s property! I will not live my life that way. “

Had he planned this? Were you even more of a fool than you already thought?

“Consider this a refusal,” You finally say, pulling your arms into yourself, pressing your hands into your sides.

Anthony sighs before making his way back to you, pulling your arms away from your body, and holding on to them like he thinks you’ll try to run from the room. Which, honestly, you just might.

He clears his throat before speaking again. “It’s only natural for a woman to reject a first proposal, so I will press again, and ask you-”

“No, Anthony,” You tell him firmly as you take a step back from him, pulling your hands out of his grasp, “I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you.”

You watched helplessly as Anthony’s posture straightened and his facial expression hardened.

“I see,” He replies.

“Anthony-”

“No,” He cuts you off quickly, “I apologize for an obvious overstep on my end, I was under the impression that your feelings had changed, but since they so clearly have not, I will take my leave.”

“Anthony, please wait,”

Always the gentleman, and never one to forget proper etiquette, “Good day, Lady (Y/L/N),” Are the last words out of his mouth before he flees the drawing-room.

Anthony Bridgerton was seen making a rather hasty exit from Holbourne Hall, the home of one Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Unfortunately, this author has no knowledge of what occurred inside the estate, though I have many sources, even I am not omnipotent. Both you and I, dear reader, shall have to wait for the rumors and gossip to uncover the truth.

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, June 16 1914

“She really never stops,” You groan as you drop the latest issue of Lady Whistledown back onto the breakfast table.

“Well, my dear, why was Mr. Bridgerton here yesterday morning?” Lady Danbury asks.

“Now if I told you, then it would certainly get back to Lady Whistledown now wouldn’t it?” You bite back, but once you see the look on her face, you want to take back the dig, “I’m sorry, that was rude, It really wasn’t anything of consequence.”

Lady Danbury raises her eyebrows at you in disbelief over the toast but doesn’t push you any further.

“I heard that the Earl of Kilmartin has just arrived in London,” She said, changing the subject rather deftly.

“Ah,” You reply, placing most of your focus on spreading preserves on a scone. When you finally look up again you see Lady Danbury staring at you, “What? I don’t know the Earl, I should hardly have an opinion on someone I’ve never met before.”

“Oh please, when has that ever stopped you before?”

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“I need to paint,” You say as you stand abruptly and leave the room.

“But (Y/N)! We’re expected at the Riverdales this morning!”

But you didn’t respond.

When you finally made it to your studio and had the door pressed closed behind you you let out a sigh. You looked down at your hands to see the half-spread scone still in your hand. You grumble before hurling the offending teacake clear across the room.

You paced the room once or twice, unsure where all of the anger and rage you were feeling was coming from. You stalked back over to your easel and took in the painting that was sitting on it. It was only half done. A portrait with only the edges of the face and hair completed. But you knew who the subject was. And you didn’t want to look at it for a second longer. So you did what seemed like the only logical answer, and you slammed your fist clear through it.

But that wasn’t enough. You picked up the ruined canvas and brought it down against your clothed thigh. Again, and again, until the frame was broken into several bits. But the time you’d worn yourself out with that you brought one foot up and rather soundly kicked over the easel, then your paints. You kicked and you pushed, and you slammed everything you could get your hands on before the organized chaos of your usual workspace was unrecognizable.

As you took in your destruction and breathed in and out unevenly, clearly spent from the fit of rage you realized what you’d just done.

You collapsed to the floor as you felt the first sob wrack through your body.

You were so stupid. So so stupid. Why did you tell Anthony you couldn’t marry him? Why didn’t you try to stop him when he left? Why didn’t you explain to him why? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

You are still crying into your hands when the door to your studio cracks open.

“Oh, (Y/N),” Lady Danbury says softly as she moves down to hold you close to her chest, “What happened.”

“I-I fear I’ve been rather foolish,” You hiccup out, as you try to calm your breathing, “I told Anthony I couldn’t marry him but I don’t know why.”

“Dear,” Lady Danbury soothes you as she gently smoothes down your hair, trying to soothe you, “He’ll ask again, we simply need to-”

“No! He won’t! You didn’t see him when he left yesterday! He’ll never speak to me again after that!”

“Surely you can get Benedict to talk to him,” Lady Danbury replies in a gentle, soothing tone.

“I don’t even know what I’d say to him,” You admit helplessly.

“Well, why did you reject his proposal?”

“Because I shouldn’t marry him.”

“Why?”

“Because, because he’s a rake, and he’s selfish and arrogant and he can be cruel and he swore he would never marry for love and I swore, I swore I would never marry at all.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because…” You mutter, trying to find the words. “Because I love him.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what you just blurted out. “Oh God.”

Lady Danbury grins at you. “I think we’ve found the solution.”

“Gigi, he could never love me,” You tell her, shaking your head. “Benedict told me, he’ll never love me, he’s never seen marriage as being about love. I can’t do that, I can’t marry him if he doesn’t love me back.”

“Nothing about that man and the way he looks at you, or the way he treats you does not scream love. Even if he doesn’t realize it yet, he loves you.” Lady Danbury tells you. “Go to him, (Y/N), tell him what you told me. It does no good for either of you to just wallow when a real conversation could resolve everything.”

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omg this sounds so cliché, but could you maybe do a jschlatt x fem!reader, where they’re forced to share a bed, (maybe during the recent LA trip) and schlatt somehow ends up pining you.. or something like that 🥺🥺

"And there were only three beds"➷ jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x reader (female)

warnings/tags: bit of cursing, fluff

words: 3k

song: kiss her you fool - Kids That Fly

a/n: thank you for the request, I´m sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy it! <3 (did i interpret ´pining´ right? D:) after writing the eret fanfic and this today my brain doesn´t function anymore

To say your life as a manager of Chuckle Sandwich is easy would be a lie, the last four months have been some of the most stressful in your life and yet the most fun at the same time.

Schlatt, Charlie and Ted were three wonderful people, but oh god could they get on your last nerve. Sometimes it was little things like a different class for a flight or arranging a hotel on short notice, but other days you'd get messages like, "Hey, (y/n), I got pulled over by the police, do you think I can make a video out of this?" or "We want to rent a studio in LA, invite twelve guests, and live together for a whole week!"

The latter was why you were sitting completely jet-lagged next to the cab driver and not in your bed on the other side of the country. The traffic was terrible, you expected nothing less, but that didn't seem to bother the mood of the men one row behind you.

You didn't expect anything different from Schlatt and his three-hour flight, but you did from Charlie, who had flown first from Vermont to join you in New York and then another six hours to LA.

Fortunately, all three of them seemed sympathetic to you, or had heard your cursing when Ian had called to say he wouldn't be able to make it to pick you up as scheduled and you should call a cab, and feared such a wall of words. In any case, they made their jokes quietly enough so you could calmly go over the plan for the next morning.

After a sharp turn, for which you would have loved to grab the driver's steering wheel or ask him what he was thinking, the car jerked to a stop at the side of the road. Slightly annoyed, you paid before following the boys and slamming the passenger door a little harder than necessary.

While the guys pulled the suitcases out of the trunk, you scrolled up through your messages on your way to the little white house. One, in particular, caught your eye.

Ian had booked the Airbnb but had included your number as a contact since you would be staying with the boys for the week, sort of like their personal babysitter.

The message sounded a bit over the top: "You'll see that we took extra care with the upkeep of the apartment".

Yeah, you would hope so, for the money you had paid.

You quickly sent a message to Ian that you had arrived and pulled out the set of keys the man had left for you at the airport. Behind you, Ted, Schlatt and Charlie came up the walkway with the suitcases and bags, and Ted held out the handle from your suitcase.

"Okay," you started after a grateful nod and slid the key into the lock, "Let's hope Ian didn't fuck up."

The lock jammed, only after a shake the door jumped open and you stepped curiously into the Airbnb. The worries were forgotten for the time being at the view of the dark living room with the open adjacent kitchen, the relief to have finally arrived was overwhelming, just like the emerging feelings of happiness to be in Los Angeles.

With every trip you worried endlessly, would everything go well at the airport? What if your luggage got lost or the hotel or Airbnb booking hadn't worked out and you were stuck in a strange place with no place to stay?

And even though the week had just started and the guys were guaranteed to give you plenty to worry about, you'd been able to really breathe since you got up.

As soon as you stepped aside, Charlie and Ted glanced at each other before running up the stairs with the clear banisters to the first-floor bedrooms. It was reminiscent of family vacations or moving into a new house, trying out all the rooms to claim the best one for yourself, and Charlie, unlike Ted, had taken his suitcase right along, which is what you used to do when you were a kid to be the first to occupy your room.

Schlatt stayed behind with you, he didn't seem to be in a hurry and instead walked into the kitchen with his hands shoved in his pockets.

You followed him, the control freak in you wanting to look in every drawer and know exactly where to find what.

Except that the first drawer you pulled open didn't stop when you pulled and fell into your hands. Incredulous, you stared at the cream-colored drawer, then heard a crash from your side.

"Shit," cursed Schlatt, who had jumped to your side as the door of a wall cabinet had flown toward him as well, falling to the countertop as it fell.

From above, the other two's chatter died away, then their voices echoed down: "You guys okay?" exclaimed Charlie.

"Yeah, the kitchen's just falling apart," you called back as you tried to slide the drawer back into the hinges on the inside of the cabinet.

If you thought that was the worst thing about the house, you were wrong.

With a slightly annoyed look on his face, Schlatt turned and headed for the door next to the entrance. Clinically white tiles told you that it had to be the bathroom, but before you could follow him -you wanted to get ready a bit if you were going grocery shopping-, Ted leaned over the railing of the stairs and drew attention to himself with a deep clearing of his throat. "Guys, is there another bedroom downstairs? There's only three up here."

At the same time of his question, Schlatt came back out of the bathroom and extended his finger back to the tiles. In a completely dismissive tone, he threw the next problem at your feet. "Ants. There are ants in the bathroom."

You wanted to scream out loud. Maybe kick something or rip the closet doors off their nonexistent hinges, somehow let out your overwhelm with the situation, but you had to keep your cool.

You blocked out Ted's statement, as he found Schlatt's finding more interesting, jogging down the stairs, Charlie following shortly after.

The four of you stood in the doorway of the bathroom, you in front of the boys, searching the internet on what to do about ants in the bathroom, who had experienced that? You'd had these critters in the kitchen once, or outside with leftovers, but in the bathroom?!

"Well they don't seem to come from one direction," Charlie noted.

Ted agreed with an "Mhm." "Maybe they went through the window?"

"They left us a bottle of bug spray, they knew they were there," Schlatt puffed, and you looked up from your phone, where you'd read something about vinegar or cinnamon, to Schlatt, who was holding a red spray bottle in his hands. The brunette didn't really look as excited as Charlie, who asked something about "I wonder if Antman is somewhere down there"

Schlatt put the can back on the sink. "Told you we should go to a hotel."

Thoughtfully, you raised your hand and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Ted, was there another bathroom upstairs?"

"Yes, but-"

"Okay, so we'll have to share, but we should be able to work that out."

"(Y/n)"

"About this one, I'll call Ian or the hosts in the morning and have them take care of it, after all, that's not our job."

"(Y/n), we only have three beds!"

"Mhm? I misheard, excuse me?" you laughed, exasperation in your voice and hope you really had misheard. But Charlie and Ted looked at you so seriously that you were about to just get back on the plane home. Your heart hammered against your rib cage, this couldn't happen.

"There are three bedrooms upstairs, three beds," Charlie explained, adjusting his glasses. Ted nodded in agreement, Schlatt was silent.

You pushed past the three of them out into the hallway and ran to the stairs, up to the second floor. Before you could even look into the rooms, two papers on the wall caught your attention. You tilted your head. One had 'quiet hour 10pm-8am' written on it in black block letters and the other was a horrible collage of different people all putting their index finger to their lips. Both sheets you wanted to tear off the wall, they laughed provocatively in your face and were a shiny signature under the testimony of your doubts.

"10pm quiet hour, pah, never." you muttered to the poster, suppressing the urge to childishly stick your tongue out at people.

Instead, you went to the first of the four doors of the otherwise dreary hallway with a single window at the end, which, however, only gave you a view of the wall of the house next door, and looked inside.

One bed.

The second room also had only one bed, on which Charlie's suitcase lay open.

Behind the third door was a nice room, but it also had only one bed. Frustrated, you opened the fourth door to find yourself in a bathroom. Your mood was now finally tilting.

"(y/n)?" shouted Schlatt up the stairs as you angrily slammed the bathroom door and ran back down the stairs with loud steps. Halfway down, Schlatt met you and stopped you with a quick touch on your wrist.

"Charlie, you can get your suitcase back downstairs," you threw the words at the man who had made himself comfortable next to Ted on the small gray couch and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I'll find us a fucking hotel for the night and sort the rest out with Ian tomorrow," you explained, running a hand through your hair.

Schlatt's hand on your wrist tugged slightly. "You don't have to do that, (y/n). Going to a hotel now? It's half past ten." the annoyed tone from before was gone from Schlatt's voice, to your astonishment.

"I thought you wanted to go to a hotel from the beginning?" you pecked out for good measure, and Schlatt nodded.

"I do," he started, shrugging his shoulders "But I don't want you to put yourself through any unnecessary stress."

You let out a sigh, ignoring the way your heart beat a beat faster. "It's my job, Schlatt. I can't put you through this. You've been looking forward to this week for a long time, and I'm sure you've been looking forward to a house that doesn't seem like it would crash down on us at any minute."

From the couch Ted huffed, "We were looking forward to doing something together, personally I don't care about the house."

Nodding, Charlie agreed with him. "Besides, I'm sure we can tell some stories about this house on the podcast, some jokes about Schlatt's discovery of the ants." - "The bottle of Reid," Schlatt added with a grin, and you too loosened up a bit as the men continued to throw ideas for stories into the room.

Then you remembered the biggest problem again. "Okay, so what are we going to do about the beds? How comfortable is the couch, then I'll sleep downstairs and you'll have your beds?" you suggested, but that didn't really seem to suit anyone. Even you weren't looking forward to the back pain that six nights on that little couch would bring.

"We can share a bed." You turned your head to Schlatt, who wasn't quite so sure of his proposal at your look, and put a hand on the back of his neck. "I mean, Ted and Charlie's girlfriends wouldn't be cool with it, I don't have a girlfriend and I don't have a problem with it. Unless you don't want to."

You knew Ian wouldn't like that, none of your friends would think it was a good idea, but Ian was to blame for the situation and your friends weren't here.

What could possibly happen?

"What are you looking at all the time?" You looked in the mirror at Schlatt, who was lying on the bed, one hand behind his head and in the other his cell phone, from which you had been listening to a wide variety of sounds for the last few minutes while you had been getting ready in front of the mirror.

Schlatt laughed softly to himself again. "Tiktok." he replied between chuckles, and you nodded, busy carefully putting your jewelry away in your jewelry box and fixing your hair for bed.

At first it had been disconcerting to sit alone in the room with Schlatt. After the four of you had ordered dinner -neither of you had felt like leaving the house after the evening's experiences- the silence was all the louder when Ted and Charlie had excused themselves to their rooms for a phone call with their girlfriends and Schlatt had also suggested going upstairs.

You had quietly brought up your bags, answering or asking very few questions, and to avoid it, you had disappeared into the bathroom for a shower.

Afterwards you had come back to Schlatt in his sleeping clothes and lying on the bed, and magically you had lapsed into a more comfortable silence.

You closed the box with your jewelry and turned around, "Do you sleep with the window open or closed?"

"Either suits me, but maybe leave it open?"

The window remained open, you only lowered the blinds so as not to be awakened by the sun in the morning, before plugging your cell phone charging cord into the outlet on your side of the bed. You procrastinated your evening routine out of nervousness of what was to come, being extra slow as you lifted the covers and sat down at the edge of the bed.

Since Schlatt was still on Tiktok, you scrolled through your planner for tomorrow as well, wondering if you should write Ian. After a quick glance at you, Schlatt straightened up, adjusted his pillow in the back, and paused the video that was playing on his phone. "Don't text Ian, he's asleep anyway and will definitely ruin our morning if he reads the message later."

You rubbed your eyes, knowing he was right. "I'm just frustrated that it went so wrong. How much bad luck can we have? We should have followed your request to sleep in a hotel," you explained your thoughts to him, then put your phone down on the small nightstand without having texted Ian.

Schlatt clicked his tongue softly and ran his fingers through his hair, which he let dry open after his shower. "Stop beating yourself up. Ian booked the house and fucked it, so what? You're here, he's not. You tried everything to make sure we had a pleasant arrival and even wanted to go to the hotel on short notice." Briefly silent, your cheeks grew hot at his positive words and only warmed as he nudged you in the side with his elbow, "You're a wonderful manager."

"Thanks, Schlatt," you mumbled sheepishly. "You're not that bad to manage either."

Now Schlatt laughed a little louder. "Come on, I know we're terrible."

"Well, I wouldn't say terrible, but I once managed a kindergarten class and they listened to me more." You joined in his laughter and Schlatt got even louder, making you giggle. "Sh, the others-" you were about to warn him, when a message lit up on Schlatt's cell phone.

the chucklers

Ted: "next time we'll find a house with walls thicker than paper. Stop giggling you kids."

You pressed your lips together to stop laughing, which proved difficult when Schlatt suddenly threw a fake loud laugh against the wall. A muffled thump followed and you nearly fell off the edge of the bed after leaning to the side.

"Come here.", Schlatt hummed and patted on the mattress beside him. The last of your inhibitions were long forgotten and you slid closer until you could feel his body heat under the covers.

Schlatt turned off the room's light at the switch on his side of the bed, the exhaustion of the day spreading through the room. Not too tired to go straight to sleep, you decided to scroll a little on Tiktok and gradually you fell more and more in Schlatt's direction, finally landing with your chin on his shoulder and in his arm.

It felt right to right so close to him, quietly laughing and joking about the videos on his phone

At one video, Schlatt suddenly paused, which you didn't directly notice through your tired giggles, you were too focused on the video of the cat than on the song in the background like Schlatt.

It wasn't until the video played a third and fourth time that your attention fell on the audio.

"Cause you've only got one chance, you've only got one chance. Kiss her you fool"

You thought nothing of it, but Schlatt appeared nervous, his thumb hovering over the display without scrolling on as before.

"You know, I wasn't that shocked when Ted told us about the three beds," he said, turning his head so the tip of his nose nudged yours.

Your breath caught, unaware but with a premonition of what he was getting at, and a part of you screamed, "finally!"

"Oh yeah?" you questioned, your heart beating so loud you feared he would hear it.

Schlatt nodded. "Yes, I've been thinking about something for a while."

"What is it?"

He leaned further forward. The butterflies you had felt and repressed at the beginning of your friendship fluttered up again in your leaping stomach.

You knew you shouldn't, not as a manager and certainly not as a friend of the other two men in the house, but Schlatt looked at you as very few had before.

"I'm thinking about how long I have wanted to kiss you."

"Then do it," you whispered, unable to think clearly as he followed your words and his lips brushed yours.

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(Not So) Obvious (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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summary: Bucky almost gives up asking you the most important question of your life when you seem to just not get it.

word count: 1.5K

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James Buchanan Barnes.

The man of your dreams. The man of your reality. Of your past, present and future. So how come you were so bad at recognizing his plans for a shared future?

It all started when you heard of the engagement of your friends Hope and Scott - Bucky was so happy for them… but the whole time the couple told him the story about how Scott asked Hope to marry him, he could only imagine your possible answer if he would ask you that question. He decided that he was ready for the next step. Were you though?

There was only one way to find out.

Well, or in your case: five.

Bucky, the old romantic he was, wanted everything to be perfect. So, when you returned from a mission that took longer than expected, he created a romantic candlelight dinner. Or at least that was what he was trying to.

After you got back, you went to have a shower real quick and then went to spend the evening with Bucky. You were really exhausted but you saw how excited your boyfriend was at you returning, so you kept it together and tried to not fall asleep on the table.

Tho when he noticed that you were leaning against your fork and your eyes were already close to sinking, he took your hand and looked at you with worried eyes. “Hey honey, are you okay?”

“Tired…that‘s all”, you mumbled and Bucky noticed your inability to keep your eyes open for more than ten seconds.

“Why don‘t we postpone that dinner to another evening?” Bucky sighed and squeezed your hand.

“You‘re not mad?”

“Of course I‘m not mad, you just came home from a long, exhausting mission. Now come on, I‘m gonna take you to bed.” He stood up and pulled you with him, and then put his arms around your shoulder to steady you.

“I could just marry you, man of my dreams.” You uttered tiredly under your breath.

Bucky gulped, the weight of the engagement ring in his jeans pocket doubled at the hint.

The next time he tried to ask you the question, he went for a special walk with you on a late autumn evening. It was perfect: september sun was shining, leaves started to change colours, and a fresh breeze was in the air.

When he took the corner that leads to the place you first met, an old kickboxing studio, he realized that he could discard his plans all over again.

“w-what? why?” You pouted at the now empty place where some of your favorite memories together were made.

He turned around at the sound of you sounding sad and smiled apologetically. “I‘m so sorry. I thought it was cute, I didn‘t know it got knocked down.”

You stepped forward and hugged him, leaning against his chest, and hummed faintly. “You couldn‘t know, darling. It was a cute idea.” You kissed him and the only thing he could think about was how you hopefully would kiss him much stormier if you knew the real reason for your walk to this place.

Bucky wouldn‘t give up though. He organized everything again for a special occasion: the 4th anniversary of your relationship.

He booked a luxury hotel a bit away from the town, so you two could relax and enjoy some time without agents or fellow Avengers buzzing around.

Bucky put your suitcases in the car, drove the first bit, and when you parked on a public layby, he was checking if he had the ring with him.

Yes, he had the ring, but he found something different too. Your car had a flat tyre.

Bucky got so angry that he dropped his coffee and kicked against the tyre when you came out of the bathroom and saw his tantrum. You hastily walked to him and tried to grab him by his shoulders, of no avail of course, but at least your touch seemed to calm him.

“What is it??” You put your hands on his cheeks, looking him deep in his eyes, scared to find a dark part of his personality shining through.

“Everything is going wrong.“

“That‘s not true. We both had coffee, and we listened to great music. We are both here together and we love each other. What do we want more?”

“A promise for the future.” He mumbled ununderstandable to you while melting in your touch.

“I love you, you grump.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, so close you could even hear his breathing calm down. You sighed in relief that he was better, though you still worried about his sudden change of mood.

“You would talk to me if there was something else?” You asked him with expectant eyes, trying to understand his behaviour. But he nodded and smiled, and assured you that he was okay.

Bucky was annoyed. And he lost his patience. And he wanted to be more obvious from now on.

So when he wore a T-shirt saying “Marry Me?” and you asked him if that was an old shirt of Scott, he almost got insane.

“No - uhm, actually it‘s mi-”

“Bucky!! Have you noticed that Redwing changed colours?” Peter walked in the living room of the compound, completely clueless that he interrupted a very important moment. “Oh! Nice shirt. Scott has the same, right?”

Bucky blushed and went back to his shy self. He couldn‘t ask you the question while wearing a shirt your friend had already worn some time ago.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He plopped onto the couch next to you and put his arms around you, for you to snuggle into him. “I probably mixed it up when I took down the wash.”

Your boyfriend began to ask himself if that all was some crazy sign from the universe. Maybe you two just were not meant to get married? So, he swore to himself that he will try one last time before giving up.

You were reading in your bedroom when you suddenly noticed an unevenness in the paper. Confused, you turned to the next page and found a small silver ring stuck.

Bucky was just returning from training with Steve as you grabbed the ring and touched it carefully. He saw that you found it and immediately stopped walking, red cheeks forming and his heartbeat faster than ever.

“Look Bucky, there was a ring in my book!”

He sighed and started walking to the bathroom again, closing the door with a loud noise. You didn‘t think too much about it, maybe he just had a not so nice training with Steve or got a new mission he didn‘t like.

Then, he finished showering, laid down on the bed next to you and you asked him if he wanted to watch a series. He nodded and you turned the tv on, grabbed some snacks and cuddled up with him.

When a episode of the sitcom played in which the main characters got engaged, he rolled his eyes and eyed you tensed. But you just sat there, eating popcorn and staring at the tv screen. The scene ended and Bucky knew he was done with the whole marrying thing.

Though suddenly, you jumped up at the engaged couple telling the story of their engagement to their families and spilled the whole popcorn. Bucky startled and looked at you worried, but you just fluttered your hands and stared at him.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What is it, honey??” He frowned and tried to come closer to you, but he had to get the snacks away from the bed first.

“Oh my god, James!” You laughed and started pacing around the whole room. “Of course, yes!”

He chuckled and got out of bed, walked to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you-” your expression faltered when you realized you were just guessing the reason for his behaviour lately, “I thought you were asking me to marry you?”

“What?!” His eyes widened and he took a step back. You cursed under your breath and turned away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “This is weird. I thought all the trips and dinners were times you were trying to ask me to marry you but nevermind just forge-”

“Yeah, I uhm- I was.” He laughed nervously and rubbed his neck with his hand. “I thought you don‘t want to marry me cause you never seemed to get it and ignored even the obvious tries.”

You turned to him again and shook your head. “Oh god. This is so embarrassing. I just- i don‘t know…something clicked while watching", you gestured to the tv screen, "that. I never thought about your intentions too much, god, I‘m so sorry.”

Bucky stepped closer again and took your hands in his. “You‘re all good, babe.” You squeezed one of his hands and he pulled you closer, a smile on his face.

“So?”

“So?” You bit your lip to contain your smile as you looked lovingly into his blue eyes.

“Yes or No?”

“No if you‘re not asking me the full question now.” He gasped as you laughed and lightly pushed you.

He sunk to his knees and you gasped, hands coming up to cover your mouth. The brunette took the box (that he always carried around) with the ring in it out of his breast pocket and took a deep breath.

“Will you marry me, my love?”

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