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marvelouslizzie · 1 year

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No One Else Matters

Summary: Things between you and Bucky Barnes have been going great until an Avengers dinner party reminds you of that one night you spent with Steve Rogers. Now you are afraid that the meaningless past hook-up might jeopardize your future with Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, secret relationship, alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v (on birth control and clean), begging, pet names, dirty talk, mentions of past hook up with Steve Rogers, eavesdropping, no mention of y/n

A/N: Another random idea that turned into a one-shot thanks to my amazing friends. Thank you so much @notafunkiller for beta-reading and editing. Also, some lines belong to her because she helped shape the story and I appreciate it a lot!

This story isn't any form of Steve Rogers hate. I just wanted to write a story like this and it wouldn't work with anyone else besides Steve. If you don't want to read a story where Steve is a past hook-up that didn't work out well, please stay away from the story.

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message me. I would love to answer questions or start a conversation as long as it doesn't include any kind of hate.

Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.

Coming to this Avengers dinner might have been a big mistake. Essentially you were looking forward to this night because it had been a while since you saw your co-workers. Some are more like friends than co-workers, but working for SHIELD keeps everyone busy. Small events like this help people to get together, catch up and maybe plan other stuff for the future, but tonight feels somewhat different.

You were enjoying yourself until you saw Bucky and Steve casually chatting on the other side of the room. That doesn’t happen very often and it reminds you of things you'd rather not think about. Things that happened years ago. Like that one time, you hooked up with Steve. It was buried so deep into your memory, you simply forgot about it and it’s not like you see Steve that often. Occasionally, his team asks for your help and you try to do your best. And you have been nothing but friendly to each other since that night. You remember him taking it pretty well when you said you’d rather stay friends with him. He probably wasn’t looking for a relationship anyways.

It was before everyone found out HYDRA was nesting inside SHIELD for years. He was simply the golden boy. The first Avenger who unexpectedly returned. A savior. Everyone was in awe of him and tried to be their best version. It felt like a fairytale came true.

The problem is whenever people make an idol of someone expectations go over the roof. And when you meet that person, see what they are like up close, you just notice he’s just like anyone else. Even though they didn’t do anything wrong or bad, it still feels somehow disappointing.

He was different than what you expected him to be. You noticed that pretty quickly and decided to keep things professional. It worked out amazingly until… now. You look around, trying to calm yourself down, keeping that memory to yourself because this is definitely not the time to bring it up.

When the dinner finally starts, it turns out to be a good distraction. You chat with whoever is around you about recent missions, the latest gossip, and things SHIELD is planning to do in the near future. But your eyes keep wandering towards Bucky, who is seated across the table. It’s a huge relief to see Steve and him aren’t seated together or even close to each other. Everyone knows they used to be good friends, but that’s not the case anymore. Since Bucky is back to himself and started to work for SHIELD, things went downhill for their friendship. They slowly drifted apart.

You try hard not to glance back at him again, but he’s looking at you. That makes things even harder. You notice how his lips form a small smile whenever your eyes meet and how he tries to play it off as something he did because of his conversation. But you know his smile is caused by you and even though you don’t want to accept that, it melts your heart a little more.

After the dessert is served, people start to focus on their drinks more. Different groups are forming, and when you want to take check on Bucky, he quickly tilts his head to the right, signaling you to leave the room and meet him. You look around to see if anyone noticed, but no one’s focus is on you two.

You do nothing but watch him discreetly walk away first, without waiting for an answer. He knows you will follow. And that’s exactly what you do: you place your empty glass on the counter and leave the room as subtly as he did. What you don’t notice is that someone actually has been watching you very closely.

You have no idea where Bucky went exactly, so you start to wander around, trying to guess where he’d choose to hide until he grabs you with his arm, pulling you inside an empty room before quickly locking the door.

“Bucky!” A half-yelp leaves your lips, but it’s muffled by his hand.

“It’s me,” he whispers against your ear before he starts to kiss your neck sloppily. “Relax.”

He doesn’t waste any time. His hands are everywhere on your body: grabbing your breasts over the clothes, squeezing your ass.

“I missed you.” His breathy whisper gives you goosebumps.

“Oh, I missed you, too.” You grab his face with both of your hands and finally kiss him properly. He happily sighs and lets you take control. His lips are soft, tasting like bourbon, which surprises you because he is usually a beer kind of guy. Maybe he decided to try something different tonight since he isn’t the one paying.

That reminds you of the party and everyone inside. Including Steve Rogers. Bucky’s ex-best friend. And that make the anxious feeling in your gut returns. You need to tell him about what happened between you and Steve. Even if you’re afraid that it would change everything between you two. But you aren’t ready to lose him. Not when you’ve just started to realize how strong your feelings are for him.

He doesn’t fail to notice the shift in your mood. You aren’t as present in the kiss as if you have something on your mind. He stops kissing you unexpectedly, making you give him a confused look.

“Are you okay?” He sounds genuinely concerned.

You take a deep breath. Maybe it’s just better to tell him now and get it over with. What’s the point of delaying the inevitable?

“I gotta tell you something.”

You see how his concern grows even more. His expression is serious and full of worry.

“Do you want to break this off? Is that what it is?”

God, the way he asked that question just hurts something inside you. He sounded so broken, so afraid.

“No, no! Of course not.” You quickly clear the air, leaving no space for any kind of misunderstanding. “But you might wanna break things off with me after I tell you… this.”

You can see how your words confuse him. He squints, trying to understand what you are talking about and coming up with a reasonable explanation. You know whatever he’ll think about won’t be even close to the reality, but you didn’t expect his response either.

“Are you pregnant? Is that why you are nervous?” His hand caresses your cheek as he asks you. ��You know I wouldn’t leave you for something like that, right? We can do whatever you want. It’s totally up to you.”

No, you aren’t pregnant. That’s not even a possibility. You’ve been on birth control even before you two started to have sex. Still, hearing his soft-spoken words makes you melt inside.

“No, baby, I’m not pregnant.”

You both take a breath after eliminating another possibility. He looks at you fora few seconds, trying to decide if he should say it or not.

“Is it about you dating Steve?”

Words can’t describe how surprised you are. Questions flood your mind instantly. How much does he know? When did he find out? Who told him? And dating? No, you definitely did not date Steve Rogers. God, you have so many questions to ask. You don’t know where to start.

“You know about that.” It comes out more like a question than a statement. The shock is so clear in your voice.

“Of course, I know.”

“How? When?” The questions come out one after another and make him smile a little. You stop yourself from asking even more and decide to make one thing clear. “And I did not date him. It was a one-time thing.”

“Oh.” He sounds surprised. Maybe he thought it was more serious, but if so why didn’t he bring it up before?

“When did you find out?” You have to know.

“Not so long ago.”

“Who told you?”

“Sam. He thought there was some kind of tension between you two, but I couldn’t see it. So he explained.” He doesn’t sound like it bothers him much, which is relieving.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I could ask you the same.”

He’s right. He can ask the same question. Your answer is simple, though.

“I actually forgot it happened.” Is he really smiling? “It wasn’t that memorable to me.”

“That bad, huh?”

You can’t help but laugh. God, you love him so much. You were worried sick about how he would react and here he is joking about it.

“Do you want an actual answer?” You finally ask.

“Yeah, sure.” He doesn’t seem to mind.

“It was okay.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “So it was bad.”

“Like I said, not memorable.” You choose to repeat. You don’t wanna disrespect him that much, but you don’t even remember much about it. That was one of the reasons you wanted to stay friends anyway.

“Doll, it’s fine.” He finally decides to answer you seriously.

“So you don’t mind?”

“It was way before us. It’s not my place to judge you for it.”

That’s a huge relief. You were so worried he would just choose some kind of bro code over you but no. He chose you. You breathe out with a smile on your face.

“And if someone is gonna get judged for their past, it’s not gonna be you.”

You instantly frown because you understood immediately what he meant by it.

“That’s not the same thing. I chose to hook up with him. You didn’t choose to get brainwashed.”

“Yeah, of course, but I am the one who killed those people.”

“Bucky, no.” You touch his chest, trying to comfort him without realizing it. “Don’t go there. Please. That’s not a fair comparison.” You want him to be free of this guilt. He’s trying to redeem himself so hard, it has to end somewhere.

“Fine.” He finally accepts it. “I don’t care about your past. I only care about your present and future. Is that better?”

“Yes, it is better.” You wrap your arms around his neck and close the distance. “You are always so forgiving, yet you are so harsh to yourself.”

“As long as you are mine, I don’t care about anything.”

That does it. An unexpected jolt of arousal overwhelms you. Suddenly, you don’t feel shy anymore.

“Can you…” You try to collect your words. “Can you fuck me like you did the last time?” Asking that out loud feels a little weird. Maybe you should’ve drunk a bit more.

You watch as his eyes widen in response. Oh, he wants that as much as you do. No need to feel shy.

“Which position exactly?” He sounds so cheeky, but you can see his question is genuine. He needs additional info because it wasn’t a one-and-done.

“Against the wall.” You bit your lip, remembering how good it felt. So rough, yet so full of pleasure. You can’t help but shiver when you remember that orgasm.

“Fuck.” He surpasses a moan. “We have to be quiet, doll. Can you do that for me?” His voice is really low.

You eagerly nod in response. You aren’t sure if you can actually do it, but you will try your best if he’s going to do what you asked for.

“God, I love you so much.” You can’t hold yourself back anymore. Hearing those words from him sparks something unstoppable inside you. Grabbing him by the face, you crash your lips against him.

“I love you, Bucky.” You keep kissing him. “So much.” Your hands move south, unbuckling him as quickly as possible.

Your movements are rushed but not sloppy. Like you did this a million times before. It feels familiar, but it doesn’t change how much you need him. Urgently. And he doesn’t seem to mind that your act as if you are in a hurry. When you finally unbutton his pants, they pool around his ankles, and that’s when he decides to lift you up. His hands stay under your ass while he presses you against the wall, your dress already curled up around your waist.

“Are you ready for me, doll?” He asks with that voice he uses when he’s really aroused. It turns you on even more and you didn’t know that was possible.

“Yes.” You want him inside you so much. You need his lips on you. “Please, Bucky, I need you.”

“You do?” Oh, youknow this tone too well. He loves to tease you and make you talk more about what you want, and it’s always so rewarding. So you don’t hold back.

“Please, fuck me, I need your cock so badly.” Even though it’s dimly lit inside the room, you see the shift in his eyes. Your words are feeding some kind of primal need inside him. “I need you, baby, please. I’m so wet.”

“Let’s see if that’s true.” He holds you with one hand and aligns himself to your entrance with the other. You shouldn’t be surprised by how strong he is, but every time he manages to astonish you. He doesn’t even struggle to carry or hold you. When he finally thrusts inside you, a loud moan escapes your lips. The stretch is so fucking delicious. “Shh.”

“Sorry, sorry.” You quickly try to apologize. “It just feels ssso good.” A low moan follows your words.

“You know I love to hear you, doll.” He starts moving. “I love how you always beg for more.” His free hand goes to your head, pushing a strand of hair back so he can see your face better. “But this time we need to keep it quiet. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’ll be good, I promise.”

That makes him smile. You wrap your hands around his neck again, wanting to be close to him. That’s when you both hear a sound really close to you. So close that you feel like it came right at the door. You both still for a second, listening to find out if someone is outside, but there’s no more sound. So that noise is long forgotten in a minute.

You don’t even care if someone is outside. You don’t care if someone hears you fucking. Bucky Barnes loves you. No one else matters. Your lips clash against his. It’s such a sloppy kiss, but you love every second of it. His hand moves to your neck, holding you in place as he starts to pound on you.

“Is this how you wanted it?” He keeps asking, wanting you to speak, but you can't. “Is it that good you went speechless?”

You nod eagerly.

“Come on, darling. Use your words.” He’s moving relentlessly, taking your breath away with each stroke.

“Yes.” You finally manage to say. “Oh god, yes.”

“Yes to what?” He taunts you. “Is that what you wanted or is it that good?”

“Both!” You say louder than you intended, then you remember you promised to be good and you lower your voice. “Yes to both!”

“Good girl.” His flesh hand travels to your neckline. He quickly pushes the straps of your dress down more, finally revealing your breasts. You aren’t wearing a bra, thanks to the padded dress. “God, look at you.” He marvels at you. “Such a pretty little doll. All mine.”

His mouth latches on your right breast, sucking and biting it while he keeps moving. He knows how to use his mouth well everywhere. It makes everything so much better. You can feel that pleasure starts to bottle up, your abdomen tensing.

Oh, he truly knows how to get you there. He knows how much you love it when you two climax together. It feels heavenly… like you are in your own little world and there’s no one but him there. Nothing else matters. As your legs start to shake with overwhelming pleasure, you imagine going back inside, talking to others while his come is dripping out of you. No one would know what you two were up to. Not a single soul. It’s your little secret. The thought makes you moan a little bit louder. Your hands grip hard on his shoulders.

Bucky moans right next to your ear. “God, you feel so good.” His hands are gripping hard on your ass. “I wish I can stay inside you forever. I don’t wanna move. I don’t wanna go anywhere else. I just wanna keep fucking you, until you beg me to stop.” Does he know what his words do to you? Does he notice how it amplifies your orgasm? Or does he just say whatever he wants to say? “I’m gonna come.” He warns you. “I’m gonna come, baby. I’m gonna come.”

You ride your orgasms together, as he empties himself inside you. His head falls on your shoulder while he keeps holding you. His lips press against the crook of your neck. While you keep taking deep breaths, you can feel his heart racing.

“Are you okay?” He asks while moving away enough to take himself out of you.

“Okay?” You question as he gently puts you on your feet. “I feel amazing.”

You lift yourself on your tiptoes and give him a full wet kiss.

“Now I believe you.” He gives you a little smile that only makes you want to kiss him again.

“I’ll be louder when we go home so you won’t have an ounce of doubt.”

“Yours or mine?” His question comes instantly.

“I don’t care.” You really don’t. All you want is him. Where, when, and how are just details.

He helps you shape your hair back to normal while you pull the stripes up. Your underwear is a mess and you are dripping out already. Bucky takes a napkin out of his pocket and kneels in front of you. He gently pushes the serviette between your folds, cleaning you up enough so you can go back inside.

“Thank you.” You love it when he takes care of you like this. “But you know that won’t be enough. I will keep dripping all night.”

“I’m counting on that.” You can see on his face how much that thought excites him. “Keep dripping onto your underwear while talking to others. Remember what we did here. Imagine what we will do later.” He stands up while you fix your dress and you realize that you can’t wait to leave this party already.

“You have such a dirty mouth. I love it.” You grab his face with one hand and just force him to kiss you. Not that you can actually force him to do anything, but he lets you anyway. “Come on. Let’s go back.”

It’s been a while since you returned to the party. Everything seems normal. No one even realized you were absent. No one is suspecting anything. That encourages you to look around for Bucky. When your eyes meet, he gives you a teasing smile while casually chatting with Sam.

The whole night you didn’t say a word to him. Not around other people. But you don't see any reason to keep avoiding him. Everyone knows you two are friendly. So you decide to walk over and chat a little.

“Oh, look who remembered us!” Sam jokes as soon as he notices you.

“Hello to you too, Sam.” You don’t mind his teasing. “Good to see you missed me.”

“Hey.” Bucky raises his beer bottle to casually greet you. He probably got tired of the bourbon.

“How are you, fellas?”

“Oh you know, missions and drinks. Same stuff,” Bucky answers your question.

“Nothing new?” You tease him, just to see how he would react.

“Nope. Just little old me doing the same things.”

“Really, I keep telling him to go on a date or something but no. He prefers this misery instead.”

You try to surpass a smile forming on your lips, well aware of the exact reason why he’s declining the offer.

While you’re staring at each other, Sam notices Steve on the other side of the room and raises his hand.

“Hey, Rogers!”

That’s definitely the last thing you need tonight, but there’s no way you can stop Sam. Steve joins your group in a couple of seconds, but for some reason, he looks… kinda miserable.

“You alright, man?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He absently answers. “I’m fine. Feeling a bit under the weather.”

“Maybe that super serum is finally wearing off.” Sam jokes and it manages to make Steve smile for a second.

“How are you all?” Steve asks while looking at the whole group, but his eyes stay on you for a bit longer than the rest.

“Oh, we are fine. We were talking about the lack of Mr. Barnes’s dating life.”

God, he isn’t going to let that go, is he?

“Speaking of dating…” Sam continues while taking his phone off. “I met this guy the other day and he’s perfect for you!” Is he talking to you? He shows you a photo of this blonde guy who honestly looks alright, but he’s practically a stranger. “He’s a good guy and he fits your type. I can give your his number if you want.”

“What the fuck, Sam?” Your response makes the rest laugh. “You are playing matchmaker now?”

“I mean… someone gotta do it and I was hoping you would find someone to return the favor for me.”

You look at Bucky just to see he’s kind of enjoying this while Steve looks thoughtful for some reason.

“That’s definitely not my type.”

“Really?” Sam side-eyes Steve for a second to see his reaction, but it’s like he already knew that.

“And I am already seeing someone, so…”

“Wait a second!” Sam sounds surprised. “You are seeing someone? Since when?”

“Why are you so surprised? You thought I would inform you about my love life or something?” Bucky is laughing quietly on the side, and Sam looks a little uncomfortable.

“I don’t know. I thought you were single. You are already off the market, huh?”

Bucky subtly nods to his last comment but doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah, it seems so.” You put your drink on the nearest surface and stretch your neck a little.

“Tired?” Bucky asks this time.

“Yes. I’m thinking about leaving. Maybe I should call an Uber or something.” You make a move to take your phone out.

“Actually… I was considering the same thing. I can drop you home, you can save up the money.”

“Really?” You didn’t expect him to offer to leave with you. Usually, one of you leaves first and the other follows, but maybe after tonight's events, he decided that there’s no reason to hide anymore. “Sure, that'd be great.”

You see Sam rolling his eyes. “There go hours of effort.”

“You wanted to leave before?” It’s obvious you are talking to Bucky.

“No, not really, but he assumes that and tries to talk me into staying every time.” You start to laugh. It’s not hard to imagine why Sam thinks he’d rather be somewhere else.

“Sorry, Sam, but we are old. Apparently we need more sleep.” You are mocking yourself and Bucky at the same time, wondering how he’ll react.

“He is old, but you… not so much.”

“My soul is old and that’s enough.” You raise both of your hands and wave a goodbye. “Anyways, time to go. Good to see both of you.” Your thumbs and index fingers move around like two guns pointed at Sam and Steve.

“Good night,” Bucky simply adds.

While you two quietly walk away, Sam is already suspecting something is up.

“Did I drink too much or is there something going on between them?” Sam asks when you are far enough not to hear it.

“They are together.” Steve tries to sound as casual as possible.

“Wait! Really?” He thought something was just blooming between you two, not a full on relationship. “How do you know?”

“I heard them.” Steve notices how it sounds and quickly adds: “Talking.”

“And you are okay with that?”

“Yeah, sure.” That doesn’t sound convincing at all. “It’s not my place to say anything. It was never that serious.” He isn’t sure if he’s trying to convince Sam or himself. “I mean… I think she’d want to get serious, but she talked about staying friends and I jumped on the opportunity and agreed because I didn’t want a relationship.”

Sam nods. “Well, good for them I guess. They seem like a good match.”

“They really do.”

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angelosearch · 3 months

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Here's a long mushy post because today is a special date.

Way back in the early oughts, I was talking to this guy on AIM (blast from the past, I know). We started talking in November of 2008 and from the first time we chatted, I felt like there was something special about him. We became fast friends and would chat into the early hours as we put off doing our homework. He was funny and smart and would help me with my physics homework and occasionally Rick Roll me.

One time, we worked together to try and figure out if every person in the world moonwalked against the earth's rotation on the equator, could they get the planet to stop spinning (inconclusive, but probably no).

The first time we spoke on the phone (the first time we heard each other's voices) it was the day that Obama was inaugurated. I remember this because I felt overwhelmed and awkward. I didn't know what to talk about, so I brought that up.

I got the sense that he liked me - or at least I hope he did, because I liked him. A super nerd, captain of the fencing team, loved his dog - I DEFINITELY had a crush.

But I wasn't certain that he liked me until February 10th, when he messaged me on AIM and quoted Newton's third law. He said something to the effect of "Newton's Third Law states that reactions are equal and opposite. I really like you - does the law apply here?"

Well, that guy and I have been together 15 years now. After a long distance relationship through the rest of highschool and college, we moved in together in 2014. We got married in 2016. His sister Rick Rolled us at our wedding. We got a congratulations card from Obama (someone mailed him our wedding invite, to this day I don't know who).

It's been an eventful couple of years. We've had jobs and apartments and dogs and roommates. We've gone on amazing adventures, engaged in so many hobbies together, and played through a bunch of videogames side-by-side. There's been hundreds of hours of audiobooks and probably months worth of television. Oh, and A LOT of BeatSaber.

He has been very excited about my return to fanfiction and my renewed love of FFVIII. He has never played the game but he will let me talk about it endlessly and bounce fanfiction ideas off him. Everytime I finish a chapter of something, I send it to him and he gives me feedback. If that's not love, I don't know what love is!

He was there to help me into the car when I was loopy from having my wisdom teeth removed. Before I learned to drive, he took me anywhere I couldn't reach from walking/transit without question. He has seen me through my career ups and downs and is now my biggest cheerleader as I apply to grad school.

Once I hosted an event for a job I had. Doing that always pushed my mental health to the brink. I was staying at a friend's place in the city after the meeting with the plan to metro home in the morning, but the wave of a manic episode that had manifested over the week crashed into my mind and I was caught in the riptide of a panic attack. He drove out during a blizzard in the middle of the night to bring me home and rubbed my back as I laid on the floor of our apartment, sobbing.

Our relationship survived a whole pandemic. When I had struggles with my birth family, we became each other's family, and his family welcomed me too. Then he saw me through my darkest timeline and has supported me through every step of my mental health journey. Just a few hours ago, I was stuck in some memories and he talked me through it. I am tremendously grateful everyday to have such an amazing person in my life.

In October of last year, we moved into our home. For the first time in my life, I feel safe and comfortable in the place I live and waking up to be with him, here, everyday brings me so much joy. I recently heard this song, which really captures how we feel in this moment of our lives:

So happy anniversary to "my Rinoa" - @tharinock (funnily enough the same handle I first got to know you by). Here's to the next 15 years of fun and love.

#My love story #happy anniversary #personal essay #Spotify

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cyrsed · 1 year

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rambling about what i did on friday (went to a meeting with a lot of transphobes) and also my work nemesis

i have this one coworker who i thought Might be trans too before i got a chance to work with her on a project so i was always like... put me on a team with her... but then i did get put on a team with her and it turns out she’s super condescending and passive aggressive so it doesn’t really matter if she’s trans or not hglskdjfkld

coincidentally tho, the team that i joined with her on it on my last project Did have an out trans person on it, so that’s how i met my trans work friend and we how we started a trans work group gjlsdfkj so net positive imo. but i still felt like i was Insane while working with the coworker who’s super passive aggressive, bc everyone else i work with is so nice that i couldn’t tell if i was the only person who was interpreting her as being really condescending ghlskdfj. but no, 1000% she is, i just have trouble trusting myself to accurately interpret people’s intentions.

anyway the point is just that she’s my work nemesis now and on friday i went to the FL meeting for the medical board to draft and vote on their ban on trans youth receiving medical care (didn’t want to say anything before i went bc idk, i was worried about the antis looking through social media to find trans people who were going. but it was absolutely awful, except that i met a bunch of really cool trans people). so i had posted in my work trans group chat about the meeting to be like “ik it’s short notice bc i only found out about it recently but the meeting is happening and here’s where/what’s on the agenda if anyone else can come”. then my trans work friend took that message and on friday they put it in the like, office-wide group chat as well (which i’m glad about, bc i was afraid to do that lol).

the only reason i know (bc i was out on Friday to go to the meeting) is bc i happened to check my notifications and saw my nemesis had responded and was just basically like “i don’t think this kind of activism is effective bc it won’t convince the board to change their mind”, and it’s like. yeah, sure, we won’t change the mind of the board themselves, but it’s also about showing that there are people who oppose the rule, giving our testimony so it’s on record, protesting, and showing support to trans youth/trans people in general, not just trying to debate the medical board into changing their minds (bc most of the board are desantis donors anyway), so even tho i agree that yes, the board most likely won’t change their mind, i can’t imagine what kind of person i’d have to be to see someone asking for help/support on a hugely important issue and my first reaction is to discourage people from participating :T she always has to make a negative comment about everything, and i just don’t get how you could possibly see that as an appropriate response? maybe it doesn’t seem that bad from what i’ve said, but she just Always has a negative comment to make about Everything, and it’s like,, all you had to do was not say something pessimistic/needling, or just not say anything at all if you can’t say something nice.

i’m just especially mad about it bc as much as talking to her always made me feel demoralized on my last project, at least that was just about Code, generally speaking, and not discouraging people from supporting a vulnerable community.

like before the board meeting, i joined this zoom call the night before put on by an lgbt+ organization where they went over what to expect, how to stay safe, what messaging we should focus on at the board meeting etc., and just in that meeting there was a woman who was moved to tears bc of the support of the allies in that One zoom meeting (which probably only had like 20 people in it?). like the meeting hasn’t even happened, and the support of people opposing the rule is already making a difference to real life trans people, and all you can say is “that won’t work”? it feels especially cold given that the person who posted the message in our work chat is also trans. i just can’t fathom what makes someone think that’s an appropriate response to seeing someone bring up a piece of real life discrimination and bigotry without even so much as bringing up an alternative strategy, if you think that the strategy of yknow, showing up to the meeting, won’t work.

imagine if young trans people read about that meeting, and the articles about it all said “it was entirely filled with supporters of the rule”? like what message does that send? as of now, the article i read mentioned specifically that the room was filled /overwhelmingly/ with opposition to the rule, which hopefully communicates to the young trans people who might read about it, or see it or anything, that they’re not alone, and that more people are against this than for it.

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1499 - a couple in one

are you someone who can do without having time for yourself? I don’t get this question. Don’t we all sort of need time for ourselves? I’ve experienced bouts of not being able to provide myself that, and the effects are always shitty.

where was the last place you turned a job application to? This e-commerce company, under their PR arm. It was just a spur of the moment thing that I wanted to try and surprisingly I’ve passed all the stages (one interview, two exams) so far, but they haven’t gotten back to me since my second interview a week ago. I feel like I’ve been kicked out at this point, but I don’t feel like sending over an email to check in. If I pass and the money’s good I might take it, but if it falls through I wouldn’t be upset about it.

do you give your number out to people easily? Sure. If I get a message that I don’t like it’s easy to block numbers.

what’s your favorite song by Drake? Passionfruit or Jumpman.

the last time you went out what were you wearing? What was I wearing...oh that day was a lazy outfit day for me lmao. I only wore a black jumpsuit and a white shirt underneath. That was a day after my second booster shot and was still feeling the aftereffects of my fever, so I dressed up only for the sake of covering myself up.

when you’re first getting learning something are you a quick learner or does it take you longer until you’re comfortable? I am generally a slow learner. It takes me a while to adapt to especially new situations, and when it comes to unfamiliar tasks I need to redo them over and over and over again to be familiar (and comfortable) with the process.

have you ever used skype? if yes, who was the last person you chatted with? I did encounter Skype but only through my mom’s account, because that was the app we used to video-chat with my dad, like, 13 years ago lol. He was the only person I talked to in the times I used Skype.

out of the jobs you’ve had which has taught you the most as far as job experience goes? I’ve only had one job but it has been extremely helpful. I feel like I’ve changed a lot (all in good ways) because of it - I’m more extroverted, I’ve become a better problem solver, a much quicker thinker, unafraid to speak up in a crowd. It’s been a lot to take in and I’ve been super grateful. what’s been the biggest adjustment you had to make from you current job and the previous one? I haven’t had any other job before this current one.

are there any places that you go to where you just relax and can clear your mind? If not my bedroom, either a coffee shop or a museum.

honestly, how would you describe yourself as a worker? I’m quick at my tasks, probably the most uptight deadline-oriented person, and I guess to an extent proactive. I’m only a team player if everyone is adept and quick at their jobs but otherwise I have little patience for people who work slowly and can’t meet deadlines.

do you use facebook a lot? Yep, and Messenger.

have you recently turned bailed on plans that you had? I did and I initially felt super bad for it. Essentially my night out with Angela coincided with my booster shot appointment in the morning; and I was initially still going to push through with the drinking, but then the doctor was like “You can’t drink” and my mom was telling me if I could just ask Angela and the group to have a normal dinner instead of drinking and partying lol. That alternative sucked (who likes a party pooper?) and I initially was going to drink behind her back anyway, but then at some point in the day I felt too lazy to get all dressed up and drive lol so I told Angela I might just have to bail because, simply put, I got too lazy.

Anyway my decision turned out to be right because I got a fever and it absolutely fucked me up that night.

do you know of somebody having feelings for you right now who you’re not committed to? Nope.

is there anything you can say you truly hate? Racism.

Look at your nails; Do they need to be cut? Nah. I’ve been feeling anxiety these days so my nails are currently pretty short from being bitten. What is the last gift you received and from who? Dunno if it counts as a gift, but Andi had sent over a strawberry cake (all the way from Baguio!) a few days after Kimi died. Like they literally went to Baguio for a weekend staycation, bought the cake, made the entire drive home cake in tow, and had it delivered to me once they were back in Manila. It was so incredibly sweet of them.

Have you been on any type of online messengers today? Messenger for personal use; Viber, Telegram, and Whatsapp for various work chats. So the short and simple answer is yes.

Who was the last person you called? A dental clinic to check if they had walk-in slots available that day, because I was having a bout of toothache.

What are you wearing on your feet? Nothing. I don’t wear anything on it when I’m indoors.

About how many hours of sleep did you get last night? I actually slept early last night, around 1...that gave me about 8 hours of sleep.

Can you crack your toes? No. I don’t think I’ve ever heard them crack before, even accidentally.

What are you currently dressed in? Just a white duster.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? I haven’t watched TV in a while, but the last thing I looked up on YouTube was J-Hope’s Arson music video because of course.

What was the last thing you looked up on Google? The Korean lyrics for Arson. There’s a part in the song that has a RIDICULOUSLY good flow it’s sick, and I wanted to learn the lyrics so I could rap along in Korean whenever it comes on.

When did you cry last? Why? Yesterday. Angela’s cousin miraculously got soundcheck tickets to the Seventeen concert and they had it all on video when her payment came through and the website confirmed her tickets (she had been trying for two days beforehand). Anyway, she shared the clip with me and I couldn’t help but cry when I watched the screaming and crying reaction, haha.

What is your state’s minimum wage? I’m not actually sure; I had to Google. Apparently it’s ₱570, or a little over $10.

Are you listening to any music right now? If so, what are you listening to? Yes, Future by J-Hope. Quickly becoming a favorite from the new album, which I’ve had on repeat the entire evening so far lol.

Is your hair naturally straight? Yeps.

Do you own a pair of slippers? I do.

Is there anyone that you’re mad at right now? Nah.

Who was the last person to make you genuinely smile? Hmm. Maybe my sister. Our conversation always has a joke or two snuck into it, so I always end up smiling or laughing when talking to hear.

What kind of cologne/perfume do you like the opposite sex to wear? I don’t have a preferred scent on guys. As long as they don’t smell gross lmao, then it’s fine with me.

When was the last time you went on a cleaning spree? I can’t remember. I’ve been so busy these days; and at this point, I honestly think I’ve fallen into another bout of depression. I recently realized I’ve been skipping showers and have let clutter accumulate in my room and it’s been hard even to just get up and throw them away. I’m chalking it up to cumulative grief following Kimi’s death and my current job crisis.

Where are you planning to go on your next vacation? I don’t really have anything planned out yet. Angela and I always say we’ll go to Korea but that doesn’t look like it’s happening any time soon, hahaha.

Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? No, I’m good.

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While this might feel unnatural to begin with, it’s important to remember that online messaging (including email) is not an urgent form of communication. If you are worried that you might miss something important or keep people waiting, set up an auto-response that explains how often you check your messages. Invite people to call if their email requires genuine attention before your next check-in.

Batch Interruptions If you don’t like constant interruptions, it’s important that you lead by example and avoid constantly interrupting others. Instead, jot down questions and ideas as they spring to mind, then chat to people about 2-3 things at once. Encourage your team mates to do the same thing with you. As people start to batch questions and ideas, one interruption can go two ways. You’ll find yourself and your team saying, “While you’re here…”

Be Honest About Your Time Most people genuinely don’t want to interrupt, so when someone asks, “Do you have a minute?”, be honest. If you are in the middle of something, simply reply with, “I’m in the middle of something right now. I’m happy to have a chat in half an hour if that’s okay.” If you are happy to stop for a brief chat, be specific about how much time you can spare e.g. “I have three minutes now, or you can come back in half an hour if you need more time.” Once you have given a time frame, stick to it. Otherwise, it won’t mean much next time around.

No Sitting Allowed Stand-up meetings are always more time efficient, so remove the visitors seat from your office. That way, when people pop in to ask questions or share ideas, they do so standing-up. If the conversation warrants more time, or you want to invite the person to stay longer, you can pull in a chair from outside the room.

Redirect Your Calls If your role allows you to have a receptionist or assistant, re-direct your calls to them and instruct them to ask: “Is there something I can help you with?” rather than “Can I take a message?”. Often, the caller doesn’t need to talk to you at all.

If you do choose to pick up a call, decide how long you have available before you answer. Having a clear timeframe helps keep the discussion focussed and on track.

Remove Distractions We are all distracted by different things, so identify the trigger distractions for you, and remove them from your physical environment. If your triggers can’t be removed, then remove yourself instead. Be honest about what’s tripping you up and start counting the cost of the distraction.

Managing your time means being intentional about how you spend it. While some interruptions are necessary and unavoidable, many interruptions only happen because we allow them. If you really need uninterrupted time, you need to be pro-active in creating it.

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Singles:

Overall energy: Justice rev

How you will meet: The Hanged Man

How they will treat you: Wheel of Fortune

Long-term Potential: Temperance

Oracle: Don’t just do something, sit there!

In the preshuffle a message came out about blatant pining after a married/taken person at work, and needing to let that go. I think the same message is coming out here in a different form. Justice rev is unfairness, lack of balance, certainly no movement towards a divorce if that’s what you’re hoping for. Knight of Cups rev and 9 Swords both show you trapped in fantasies, this person is on your mind 24/7, to an unhealthy extent. They’ve shown no movement or action towards you in this way, and you’ve held back your feelings for some time already. This will only continue. They are very nice to you, and probably oblivious. In their message, “I’m sorry” seems to be the response if you did try, or maybe you already have.

How they treat you is doing nothing. Allowing time to pass, assuming you’ll move on (if they’re even aware). If they’re not married already, they’re probably with someone initially, and then with someone else later on, it’s going to piss you off. They don’t feel what you do 😕 Long term is more waiting, more patience, you two chat and are friendly but there’s no indication of anything more than that. They’ll keep you waiting forever, it’s time to look elsewhere, for your own sanity’s sake 🙏

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Your side:

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Current: King of Cups

Challenge: Ace of Cups

How they feel about you: The Tower rev

How you feel about them: The World & Page of Swords

Outcome: King of Pentacles

You’re transitioning from one relationship to another, the last person broke your heart and they’re still heavy in your energy. This could’ve been very recent. I don’t even get them as a main factor here, this reading is about you and where you’re going. The Sun is happiness, you’re getting good news about something later in the month. You have deep feelings for this ex that just linger, but you lock them up tight, because they abandoned you, there’s no communication (anymore) and no effort or movement to change that. They’re pretty bitter towards you, you came rushing at them with some vicious words or harsh communication, and they see the end of this connection as having dodged a bullet by blocking you and ending this burdensome situation. Right or wrong, that’s their side. They do come up as someone pretty insecure in their oracles…they’re just searching for peace of mind. You two may have been opposites, oil and water.

You still watch them like a hawk though. It’s over, you’re aware, and they’ve possibly blocked you on something but you’ve probably made a dummy account and still look at everything they’re doing all of the time. Waiting for a new start. Instead, the outcome for July-August shows someone coming in that is an actual soulmate. King of Pentacles. This person is The Sun ☀️ , they are someone that’s going to make you very happy…this other person had to get out of your way is what Spirit is saying here 🩷

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Their side:

- My friends are more important than you.

- Darker skin tone

Your side:

- I want to approach you but don’t know HOW

- Younger man/woman

Oracles - C’mon inner peace, I don’t have all day.

Their side:

Be proud of the body you’re in. After all, the outside is not you.

Enjoy your life like a child does. Bring some of that childish playfulness back into your life.

Your side: Face your fears. When you do, you’ll realize that they’re not real, but only what you’ve created.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Aries, Scorpio, Taurus, Capricorn, Gemini & Sag

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hsofiyayusef · 2 years

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I am a wayfarer at heart. My ancestors were Puntite nomads and pastoralists, further back in my history were sultans, nobility and sea farers that found themselves from Scotland to as far as China.

Centuries later, one of their descendants also finds herself in the most curious places in the world. Currently, I'm in Mexico City. When I tell people I regularly come to Latin America, they are always surprised. I find Latin and South Americans the people I most connect with. I figured if no one told me what my ethnicity was, I'd find myself here claiming to be from these lands. Why?

First they are extremely kind and open. The most expressive, open-hearted and friendly people. I always say it's impossible to come here, meet people and not find free food and people willing to host you very easily. Secondly, the weather is very much the beautiful Mediterranean weather I am used to. I grew up in -40 degree winters and have gladly turned my back on anything that isn't sunshine and the occasional rainy day. Thirdly, there is a spirit here I cannot explain. It's a spirit of trust. Europe these days feels tense. Here, there is a sort of 'trust the universe's energy from everyone I meet. Even my new friend, Mario and I spent the afternoon chatting about his adventurers in New York. He couldn't handle the stress that comes with the "American dream". He is back in Mexico as a waiter, showing me his new plans to build a house on a lake in Cuernavaca. Just big smiles and happiness. Even the nice people who sell tortillas on the road are so happy and stress free. I guess the best word to describe it is Maktub, Or it is Written, as it was describe many times in Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist. It may not be true for everyone but it remains a spirit I have found nowhere else.

Why am I here? For the past couple years, I worked as an economic development professional specifically on entrepreneurship development. That journey took me to 4 countries and 5 global events I helped work on. I met some awesome people. However, if you are like me and spent your early 20s in a digital nomad lifestyle, hard life lessons accompany it. After an intense spiritual awakening and falling off the face of the earth for 3.5 years, I am back to doing global events and I cannot wait to share details of it. Will I do it full time? No. Not anymore. Only when I feel inspired. And the rest of the time, my amazing team will handle it. I just feel an intense need to bring this message to the world.

One plus of going through a dark night of the soul and hard spiritual journey is that I no longer worship success or productivity. I left the grind and hustle culture. I was holed up in the Mediterranean for the past 3.5 years writing my first book, painting, unlearning and enjoying slow living. I finally tasted pure joie de vivre and realized it was not only free but my birth right(and yours too).

That is the great Cosmic joke. There is nothing to look for when you realize you are made out of the same stardust God crafted the universe from. Everything you want is already yours.

H.S Yusev is my pen name. Recently the name Sofia it was given to me by someone very special in the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul. Yusev is my grandfather's name. I'll be using this pen name for my writings.

Love Sofia ❤️

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andromeda-within · 3 years

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Exactly one year ago Dream made this tweet:

In honour of this tweet’s anniversary, I wanted to reminisce on the journey of the Dream team :]

It all started nearly 10 years ago, in 2012 when an 11 year old Sapnap had messaged asking for a friend to join his Skype teams, and with a ‘123’ reply on a long gone Minecraft server chat by 13 year old Dream, the beginning of their friendship was formed. Before starting YouTube there was a point in time where Dream had considered quitting the internet, Sapnap had promised him that he would follow him wherever he went, now Sapnap has 4 million subscribers and a couple of days ago tweeted his 8 month anniversary tweet of moving in with his best friend :)

In 2016 Dream had an idea for a Minecraft server and wanted to hire someone from a developer site to help him code it, that person happened to be George. George didn’t end up coding for Dream but this event triggered Dream learning how to code. Dream ended up becoming a developer and joined Bad’s Minecraft server, the same server where he met George again, who at the time was also a developer there. Dream and George almost missed their chance to meet but fate gave them another opportunity. Before meeting Dream, George tried YouTube multiple times but it didn’t work out, Dream was the reason he gave YouTube another go “what made me come back for the third time was Dream” and now he is about to hit 10 million subscribers. From discussing one of Dream’s first videos whilst walking his dog on a random day in 2019, to now planning a Dream team Christmas where George can finally meet and live with his best friends after being separated by 4,386 miles and a pandemic :]

Dream started his journey by asking his best friends to come with him, and they followed him with full trust in their hearts. He helped them come up with their names and to this day continues to lead them, doing everything to help them succeed. Dream comes up with video ideas, he helps with the coding, directs the thumbnails and titles, makes lists of things to buy if needed. He has added them both to his merch company, joins most of their streams, if not you’ll rarely miss him in the list of viewers, he’ll encourage people to subscribe and follow, will gift subs or donate, and is one of the first subscribers to their channels :]

George and Sapnap have always been with Dream, they’re in all of his videos, help him with the coding and making of his thumbnails, used to stay up with him countless hours and many nights during his speedrunning record attempts, wholeheartedly support his music and all his endeavours, are the first to come to his defence, and his refuge to take his mind off his worries. Dream has used words like ‘brother’ and ‘partner’ to describe them and said how he spends most of his time with them and can go to them for anything.

In the words of Dream “there are some people that if you meet, you are just bound to be friends - I’d consider that like soulmates” :]

For those interested, below are some of the statistics of the Dream team over the past year since the tweet was made ^^

George: coming up on 3 million YouTube subscribers, 700K Twitch followers

Sapnap: 1 million YouTube subscribers, 400K Twitch followers

That period of time was a significant period for all of them. Dream was coming up to the big 10 million subscribers, George was about to hit 3 mil (the milestone he recently said he felt like his channel was ‘really big’ once he hit it), and Sapnap had just hit 1 million a couple days prior :]

As of today, exactly one year after Dream made that tweet, here are the statistics for the main channels:

Dream: 26 million YouTube subscribers, 5+ million Twitch followers

George: 9 million YouTube subscribers, 4+ million Twitch followers

Sapnap: 4 million YouTube subscribers, 2+ million Twitch followers

If we calculate the growth over a year we have:

Dream: +17 million YouTube subscribers, +4 million Twitch followers

George: +6 million YouTube subscribers, +3 million Twitch followers

Sapnap: +3 million YouTube subscribers, +2 million Twitch followers

This isn’t even taking into account their other YouTube channels, Twitch alts, or their immense presence in social media platforms like Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram :]

#yes I made myself emotional whilst making this post ;;#In regards to the tweet Dream has brought along so many people with him not just Sapnap and George #from Tommy to others Dream has helped so many creators #also I have to mention the huge impact that Bad has had on Dream’s career and that of so many mcyts we know today #Bad is a pillar of this community and his impact is indisputable <3 #it must be so comforting knowing that you have your best friends with you to share your hardships and successes :]#I’m just glad that in this harsh online world they have eachother #here’s to the Dream team and many more years of their friendship #and to hopefully a wonderful Dream team Christmas where they can all be together :] <3 #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #dream team #dteam #mcyt #long post

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 1)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, homophobia (f slurs and d slur), panic attacks, toxic friends, mentions of attempted suicide/getting told to kill yourself

Word count: 6,377

(A/N): ok, so I definitely got carried away with this, so I had to split Thursday into two parts. If I kept it in one part, it’d probs be like 10k-11k words long lmao

You woke up feeling strangely more refreshed than usual. Glancing at your clock, you saw that you actually woke up about thirty minutes before your alarm went off. You got a whopping twelve hours of sleep, a stark contrast from your recent sleep schedule consisting of no more than four hours a night. You felt like you could rule the world with how much energy you had. Sure, you felt anxiety pooling in your stomach like you usually did and you had a terrible dream about Haley rejecting you and getting completely outed to the entire school, but that did not stop you from throwing your covers off your bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen with the most confidence you’ve had since starting high school.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw a dead looking Uncle Schlatt slumped at the table chugging coffee and a chipper Philza trying to make conversation. Usually, you would’ve joined Schlatt in being dead inside, but today was different. You were filled to the brim with energy that you haven’t had in years. As you walked through the door, their heads turned towards you.

“Mornin Dad, mornin Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle merely grunted before going back to guzzling down his coffee. Your dad smiled at you, “well, looks like someone’s well rested.”

“Yeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep last night.”

“Glad to hear it, hun. You really needed it.”

“Glad to hear someone’s feeling well rested,” your uncle grumbled into his coffee.

“Schlatt, don’t be such a downer all the time,” Philza rolled his eyes at your uncle.

“Fuck you Phil, I’m a ball of fuckin sunshine. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Dad, I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Uncle Schlatt’s the heart and soul of this house. Even if he doesn’t live here.”

Schlatt gave a booming laugh, “suck it Phil. And that, (y/n), is why you’re my favorite niece.”

“At least I’m someone’s- wait. I’m your only niece.”

“Still my favorite niece!”

You grinned happily, that was better than nothing. “Love ya, Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle’s cocky grin turned more sincere and he diverted his full attention to you, “love ya too, kid.”

“Love each other quieter, you woke me up.” Wilbur’s tired voice complained as he walked into the room and slumped into his chair next to Schlatt. Schlatt clapped a hand onto his shoulder and rustled his hair.

“My man! How’s Sally, huh?”

Wilbur flushed red and started sputtering as Philza turned his confused gaze to his son. “Who’s Sally, Wilbur?”

You couldn’t leave your brother high and dry when he accepted you for being yourself so readily yesterday, so you quickly jumped in for him. “Sally’s just one of his friends at school. They’re job shadowing together for their project. Right, Wilbur?” You turned towards the flustered man with a somewhat forced smile and raised eyebrows. He looked at you with immense relief and nodded vigorously, his hair flopping onto his forehead.

“Yes! We’re planning on job shadowing our band director, he said that it’d be a good idea if we want to major in music.”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me about her before! You should invite her over for dinner, I’d love to meet her!” Oh, your dad did not buy your terrible excuse for Wilbur, that man is like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out lies. Poor, poor Wilbur.

Despite the blush remaining on his cheeks, Wilbur seemed to think that Philza actually bought his weak excuse. “I’ll invite her over soon. Does Friday night next week work?”

Philza grinned cheekily, “yes! I can’t believe you haven’t brought her over sooner if you’re close enough to job shadow with her!”

At this point, Schlatt’s face was cherry red with his almost failed attempt to hold in his laughter. “I’m not missin this. Me an’ Tubbs are comin over next Friday.”

Wilbur still hasn’t noticed that they hadn’t bought it, you thought he was more perceptive than that. Eventually, Philza started to make breakfast and conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as everybody waited for Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo. Deciding to pull out your phone, you scrolled through your notifi- wait. Why did you have forty-two messages from Adrian and Sammy? Why did they make a groupchat with everyone except Annie? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you opened the group chat. What you read made your breathing catch in your chest and your skin blanch, it wasn’t a dream. Everything was real.

Sammy <3

(y/n) you fucking pervert

How could you do this to us????

Adrian <3

We’ve given you everything and yet you’re still a disgusting person.

Fucking faggot

We thought we could fix you, but you’re broken

You’re always going to be

Sammy <3

And now, you’re gonna go to hell with all the other dykes and fairies.

It’ll probably be heaven for you, surrounded by perverts like yourself

You’re staying far away from Annie

Adrian <3

You’ve put her through so much shit and now this

We swear to god if you talk to her again we’re gonna make you wish you would’ve gone through with killing yourself freshman year

We’re leaking the pictures slut

You felt your anxiety melt away into betrayal. So they were yours and Haley’s stalkers? How dare they try to leak Haley’s pictures. They could leak yours, you didn’t give a shit if yours were leaked. You could learn to live with it, you always did after all the shit you put yourself through throughout the years, but Haley’s? She didn’t do anything. Even if her rejection was painful, you still deeply cared for her. She didn’t deserve that. You, however, did for not being normal. For making people around you uncomfortable with your presence.

(Y/n)

That was you guys?????

Why the fuck would you do that

I trusted you

All of you

Sammy <3

We trusted you too dyke

But you’re a two-faced bitch

And to think we actually thought you were our friend

Were you only friends with Ann and I so you could get into our pants?

I’m disgusted

You’re a fucking pervert.

Adrian <3

We shouldn’t have talked you out of suicide freshman year

You fucking deserve it

Make Annie’s life easier and just swan dive off a roof

You’ll be doing everyone a favor

(Y/n)

Listen, I don’t care if you leak my pictures.

Just don’t leak Haley’s

She has no part in this

I’ll leave you guys alone if you delete Haley’s pictures

Hell, I’ll do anything for you if you could release them after the final volleyball match today

It’s Haley’s time to shine and she deserves the attention as team captain

She’s worked so hard to get there all of high school and leaking my nudes would take the attention away from her

Let her have her moment

Sammy <3

For once she has a point

She probably manipulated the poor girl

Who knows what the fag would’ve done to her if we didn’t expose her

Adrian <3

Fine, we’ll delete Haley’s pictures and we’ll wait until after the game

But we’re leaking yours

You deserve it for what you did to Annie and Haley

“Kid, are you okay? You’re kinda pale over there buddy.”

Looking up from your phone, you saw everybody’s eyes on you. They each looked concerned, but Wilbur even more so. He was the only one in the room at the moment that knew about your panic attacks. He stood up from his spot and walked over to you with long strides.

“She just remembered the homework in stats that we forgot about. Techno asked us in the group chat about it, we were just about to go and see if he could help us.”

“But Wilbur, I thought you took statistics last year.”

“No, that was algebra two, I’m taking stats this year,” that was a lie, he was in pre-calculus this year. “C’mon (y/n), lets go finish that assignment.”

He grabbed your shoulder and hauled you into a stand before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs and into Techno’s room. Said pink-haired teenager looked up angrily. “What’d I say about kno- (y/n)?”

Wilbur closed the door and locked it behind him. He dragged you over to Techno’s bed and sat you down on the edge before kneeling down to look you in the eyes.

“(Y/n), can I touch you? Is that alright?”

After you shakily nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. “Breathe with me.” Like yesterday, you tried to copy his movements, but it wasn’t working. Your panic attack was just getting worse by the minute. Techno pushed Wilbur aside and took his place kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“(Y/n), can you tell me five things you can see around the room?”

When you didn’t move your wide eyes away from Techno’s face, he frowned and gently squeezed your hand. “You can get through this. What’re five things you can see around the room?”

You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his face and peered around the room. You hadn’t noticed that your blurred vision had tunneled until you realized that you couldn’t see anything in your peripheral vision. Your unseeing eyes flicked around the room.

You tried to swallow, but you couldn’t do anything through the lump in your throat. With a shaky voice, you gasped out “I-I can’t breathe. I-”

“Deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me.”

You tried to breathe with him, and you eventually got to the point where you could speak. Your eyes flicked around the room once again and slowly recognized your surroundings.

“You… Wilbur… Desk… Window…”

“That’s good, just one more.”

Your eyes flicked around the room, “...Book.”

“Look back at me, you’re doing so good,” when you looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. “Nice job. Now, four things you can feel. Can you do that for me?”

You shakily nodded and looked at your hands and around your surroundings. “Bed… Pants… You… Carpet.”

“Three things you can hear?”

“You… Birds… Breathing.”

“You’re almost there, I’m so proud of you. Two things you can smell?”

“Toast and… and burning?”

Despite his confusion about the sudden burning smell, he continued to smile at you. “Good, last one. One thing you can taste?”

You licked your lips before scrunching your nose slightly, “...snot.”

“Wilbur, can you go get her a few kleenexes and a glass of water?” Techno asked his brother without taking his eyes off you.

Wordlessly, he swiftly left the room. “Are you feeling better?”

You panted as you reached up to rub at your teary eyes, “yeah, how’d you know what to do?”

His smile turned slightly bashful, “I did some research last night. I’m glad I did, that was a bad panic attack. Can I- can I ask what caused it?”

You pulled out your phone and handed it to him, letting him scroll through the messages while you brought up your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You felt tired after that attack, however you had a little bit more energy than you usually did. Only a little bit more. It was probably because you slept for half the day and through the night yesterday. You watched your brother scroll through your texts with tired eyes.

He was emotionless as he scrolled, making you somewhat scared about what his reaction would be. He probably hasn’t gotten to the whole “go kill yourself” or the stalking parts. Judging by his set jaw and labored breathing, he was pissed already and he didn’t even get to the bad parts yet.

In the middle of his scrolling, Wilbur came back with a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. When you hardly moved to grab them, he sat on the bed beside you and handed you a tissue. After cleaning up, you took the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it. “Thanks, Wil.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. When he looked over Techno’s shoulder at your phone, you saw his eyebrows furrow. “Tech, what’s-”

He was interrupted as Techno shoved your phone into his hands and stood up to start pacing around his room. “Read it yourself.” He sounded more monotone than usual. He was absolutely furious.

You watched Wilbur’s face as he read through your messages. Unlike Technoblade, he looked furious. His eyes were set ablaze as his entire face turned an angry red. “(Y/n), what the absolute fuck? Why didn’t you tell us this was happening?”

Shrinking in on yourself and pulling your knees closer to your chest, you murmured out a small “sorry.” You saw him quickly turn his head to you as his face softened. He pulled you into a full hug.

“This isn’t your fault. None of it is, it’s all their fault,” he spat with disgust. “How’d they even get your nudes? Did you send them to anyone?”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “that’s the thing, Wil. I’ve never taken nudes before. They took them through my window. I deserve it.”

You felt him freeze up and heard Techno pause his pacing to stomp over to you. He tore Wilbur’s arms off from you and held you out at arms length by your shoulders. He looked the most angry than you’ve ever seen him with his furious eyes burning into your own and his mouth set in a firm frown. It was terrifying to see him that angry.

“(Y/n), you don’t deserve a single fucking thing that’s happened to you. You were manipulated and gaslit by a group of self righteous assholes. You. Do. Not. Deserve. Anything. That. Happened. To. You. Do you understand me?”

Despite your fears of him, you were determined to protect your friends. “But I do deserve it though. I was a bad friend to them. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t be a good friend to them when they were always helping me. I’m just not a good person in general. I deserve it for not being normal.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Technoblade, that’s enough.” Wilbur cut him off with a firm tone, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“No it isn’t Wilbur. It’s not enough until she realizes how fucking toxic they are. What they’re doing is gaslighting. You’re in a psychology class, you should know what that is. Give me the definition of it. Now.”

“It’s when someone manipulates another person for their own personal gain… I’d know if I’m being gaslit, and I’m not. They’re just telling me the truth, they keep me in check. I could put more effort into my appearance and personality. I could stand to lose a couple of pounds.” “How do you not- ya know what? Listen. Just listen. That’s the definition of being gaslit. They’re constantly putting you down and making you self conscious about every. Little. Thing because they need to put someone down to fuel their own damaged egos and they laugh at you when you show that you’re hurt by their comments. That’s not a healthy friendship, (y/n). It’s toxic.

“Real friends would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Real friends would never tell you that you looked like shit when you’re as beautiful as Aphrodite. Real friends would never out you to the entire school when you weren’t ready. Real friends would never tell you to lose weight because they wouldn’t care about what you look like. Real friends care about your well being and they look out for you. They love you for you.”

You fell silent as you contemplated his words. Were they really that toxic? You were planning on being a psychology major in college, so why didn’t you notice that they were actually always against you? You learned in your class that manipulative people are naturally cunning and sneaky, but you couldn’t help but feel stupid. You thought that they were helping you when they were clearly toxic. It was right under your nose and you didn’t even see the signs. What kind of psychology student were you if you couldn’t recognize the obvious signs of manipulation?

On one hand, you were filled with betrayal. But on the other hand, you felt molten hot anger overwhelm and swirl around your entire body like a cyclone absolutely decimating everything in its path with its violent winds hurling in a blind rage anything and everything without a care of the outcome. You felt the burning hatred of a thousand suns rise up from deep within your being, filling you with a hatred that you didn’t know you were capable of.

They fucked up your entire life, not you. They were the ones with the ugly personalities, not you. They were the ones that needed to improve themselves, not you. They were bad friends, not you. They laughed at the pain they brought upon you purposefully. They completely humiliated you. They betrayed your trust. They took pictures of you without your consent. They fucked up your relationship with Haley. They violated Haley. They fucking stole her dignity from her with those disgusting pictures they took of her. They were truly vile creatures undeserving of any mercy. Not that you were actually considering being merciful, that would be too good for them. They deserved everything you were going to throw at them. You were going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your past self.

You felt yourself practically vibrate with fury as you held Technoblade’s intense gaze with one of your own. “Those bastards fucking used me for years. Literal years and I thought they were there for me,” you gave a sardonic laugh, your voice shaking with anger. “I-I’m gonna fuckin kill them the next time I see their sorry asses. Make them feel what it’s like to get tossed out of a car. Make them feel what it’s like to constantly get beaten down.”

Techno’s hands gripped your shoulders in a vice grip as his eyes sparked with a crazed delight and he grinned widely at you, “that’s the spirit! You’re gonna rain hellfire upon them, beat their asses (y/n)! Fuck em up! FUCK! EM! UP!”

Wilbur, always thinking about potential consequences and the voice of reason, spoke up with hesitance. “As much as I love that you’re finally realizing that they’re toxic as hell and want revenge, you’d have to wait at least until tomorrow. If you did it today, you wouldn’t be allowed to go to finals. Besides, I don’t think that you should even fight them. You would be out- wait. They’re the ones that opened the car door and fucked up your back?” Seeing you nod, his face darkened in anger. “...(Y/n), you’re gonna fuck em up as soon as you can tomorrow. We’ll back you up if they try to gang up on you, we aren’t eighteen yet, so it’s still legal. ”

“YES, SUCCUMB TO THE ANARCHY! WE’RE GONNA FUCK EM UP!”

“YOU ARE NOT FUCKING ANYONE UP ANYTIME SOON, TECHNOBLADE.” Philza’s voice boomed from behind the closed door. Said door swung open to reveal your father’s angry form and your uncle’s intrigued, slightly proud form.

You three stared at the two for a while with gaping mouths, your previous intensity substantially diminuendos into a quiet shock. No one fucks with an angry Dadza. Techno was the quickest to get over the shock. “...How long were you standing there?”

Your father sneered. “Well, long enough to hear that you three are going to fight someone! Why the hell would you do that?”

Your brothers looked at you in a silent question. Shaking your head, you answered in a small voice, “there’s just some people messing with me at school. They were just worried about me. We weren’t gonna actually fight someone, they were just talking about how it’d be nice to get some revenge for me. I was just about to tell them that I could handle myself and we didn’t need to fight.”

Immediately, your dad’s stiff stance relaxed slightly as his eyes pierced into your own, searching them to see if you’re lying to him or not. You felt a cold sweat drip down the back of your head at the intensity of his gaze, you hated when he did that. It always made you feel like he was staring right at your soul. Eventually, his gaze softened.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you through it.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Plus, it’s nothing I can’t handle by myself.”

“But you looked really panicked earlier hun. Are you sure you can-”

“I just forgot about my stats homework until this morning and I thought I wouldn’t be able to get it done in time, but I did! No worries,” you spoke a little faster than usual. You prayed that he wouldn’t see through your lie.

“...Alright. Just let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I can talk with your principal about it. Now go eat something and get ready, you only have,” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “an hour before you have to be at school. Hurry up or you’re going to be late.”

Your dad turned around and walked down the hallway away from the room. Schlatt, however, loomed in the doorway for a while before he came into the room and closed the door behind him. You three watched him warily as he eyed you and your brothers.

“...Ya know, I approve,” after seeing your confused looks, he chuckled and spoke again. “I approve of you three fuckin em up. I heard part of your conversation, and those snot nosed brats deserve it for what they did to my favorite niece.”

You three stared at him with shock, making him laugh at you. “Close your mouths, you’re gonna catch flies.” He paused for a second before leaning towards you and whispering “now, you didn’t hear it from me, but the key to a good punch is following through with it. Don’t hesitate. Don’t tuck your thumb in, that’ll break it. Make sure you center your hit on your index and middle fingers, they are the strongest points of the hand. If you need to, go for the eyes, nose, and groin.”

“I-thank you Uncle Schlatt. I really appreciate it. Just- please don’t tell dad?”

“Of course not! I mean, if you don’t fuck em up enough I will. (Y/n), when you’re done, I want details.”

You saluted sarcastically, “yessir, will do!”

He gave a boisterous laugh, “you better. Now go get ready.”

As he was about to walk out of the room, he suddenly paused and his hand shot to his pants pocket. He pulled something out before putting it into your hand and turning again to walk out of the room. “This is from Tubbo and Tommy. They were worried about you.” In your hand laid three of your favorite candies. You felt your heart swell at their innocent, caring natures. They were honestly some of the sweetest kids you’ve ever met.

“Well boys, you get first pics!” You held out the candy to them.

Wilbur looked at you with knitted eyebrows, “but they gave those to you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten through that panic attack without you guys helping me, so take this as a temporary thank you.” You watched as they glanced at each other before reaching out to grab a piece of candy.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get ready, you guys can take the bathroom before me. Love you guys!”

You went into your room and made sure your curtains were closed before turning to your closet. Humming in thought, you picked out a white button up and the nicest sweater you owned. You put on the collared button up then slipped the sweater on over it so that the collar poked out of the neck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident in yourself than you’ve felt since you started hanging out with them. Fuck them, they always lied to you. You looked great in anything you put on. You felt elated and basked in the spectacular feeling of being able to like what you wore.

While you waited for your brothers to leave the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts before you stopped on one: Haley’s. The girl that stole your heart and relentlessly stomped on it until it was a red puddle at her feet. Despite the pain, you still loved her. She was your everything. Your thumb hovered over her icon, contemplating on texting her. You had to tell her that she didn’t have to worry about her pictures anymore.

(Y/n)

Haley

I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I have good news

You don’t have to worry about your pics anymore

I took care of it.

You don’t have to reply to this

Just know that I took care of it and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.

You sat on your bed staring at your phone screen waiting for her to open your messages. You stared at the ‘delivered’ icon at the bottom of your message, waiting for it to say ‘read’. You stared for about ten minutes before you gave up, putting your phone in your pocket and standing up with a sigh. She would see it eventually. Just as you reached your door, you felt a vibration in your pocket. You whipped out your phone and smiled at Haley’s face on your screen. She was calling you.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you clicked the answer button, “hey Hales.”

“(Y/n), what’d you do?”

“I took care of it. That’s all you have to know.”

“I think I should know more. What’d you do?”

You paused for a moment before you hesitantly said, “I asked them to delete your pictures and they have to, it’s part of our deal.”

“...You found out who they were?”

“Yeah, but that’s not important. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“(Y/n), don’t tell me what to worry about. Who are they?”

“...Fine, it was Adrian Schnieder, Annie Lockhart, and Sammy McConnor. Ya know, you’re scary when you’re mad Hales. Remind me not to get on your bad side again.”

“It was them? You hang out around them all the time, I thought you were good friends. Why would they do that?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you shrugged. “I dunno. I think they were just jealous. They’re assholes and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed it a lot sooner. I’m sorry they put you through that, you didn’t deserve what they did to you.”

“God (y/n),” she sighed out, you imagined that she was running a hand through her hair. “I can’t imagine how much that hurt you. You four were really close.”

“I know, but it was a long time coming. Like I said, I should’ve noticed that it was them. They’ve always been toxic as hell.”

“How’d you find out? What happened?”

“Did you hear about what they did to me yesterday?”

“Should I? If you’re not comfortable talking about it, that’s totally okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re gonna hear about it eventually, shit spreads like wildfire at Klinkver. Long story short, they outed me to the entire school and thought that I was only friends with them to get in their pants. They basically told me to kill myself,” you added nonchalantly. “But that’s not the important part about this. They told me that they were the people that took those pictures of you.”

“...(Y/n), how could you say that’s not important! They fucked up your life and all you care about is my pictures? What’d they say they’d do with yours?”

“I asked them to not leak them until after the match tonight so you could have the spotlight. You deserve it after all the hard work you’ve put in to get team captain. Zuri was hard to beat and you deserve the recognition for that.”

You heard her take a deep breath through her nose, “(y/n), for once in your life care about yourself over others. You’re gonna be exposed to the entire school and it bothers me that you’re being so nonchalant about that.”

“They’ve put me through worse. Besides,” you wove a hand in the air, “it’ll all blow over sooner or later when another person gets their nudes leaked. You remember how fast people forgot about Marlene’s nudes when May’s got leaked like a week later.”

“Still, it’s degrading to have people see you like that. No matter how fast they get over it, it doesn’t change the fact that they’ve seen you. You can’t come back from that sweetheart.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. Even if she called almost everybody that, you felt special. “I don’t care if people see my boobs, it wasn’t even a clear picture anyways. It was hella blurry.”

Your door swung open for the second time today. There stood Tommy, his eyes peering innocently at you. “Dad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.”

You smiled at him, “thank you buddy. Let him know I’ll be down in a minute. Oh, and thank you for the candy, it really made me happy.”

He beamed brightly before he sprinted down the stairs. “Was that Tommy? Is he gonna be at the match tonight?”

“Of course, he and Tubbo are our team’s mascots after all. They would never miss a game, especially our final match.”

“I can’t wait to see them, but we need to talk about this. It’s more serious than you paint it as. How are you not pissed at those dumbasses? You trusted them and they betrayed you.”

“Oh, believe me I’m furious. Heh, I’m actually kinda shaking right now because of how pissed I am. But for now, I’m just gonna imagine their faces on the ball so I can keep my mind off them until tomorrow.”

“...Please don’t tell me you’re gonna do something stupid tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t call it stupid per se, they deserve it for what they put you through. It’s more getting justice than being stupid.”

“(Y/n), I swear to god if you start a fight just to get back at them for me, I’m gonna slap you. Think about yourself every once and a while, they put you through so much. If you feel comfortable, you’re gonna tell me everything they did to you tonight on the bus coming home.”

“So we’re gonna sit together?” You tried and failed to stomp the hopeful tone from your voice.

Her laugh sounded angelic in your ear, “of course we are silly, you’re my best friend. I gotta go, my dad’s calling me. I’ll talk to you later!”

“See ya!” When you hung up, you danced around your room with joy. You- no, they- didn’t ruin your friendship with Haley after all! Oh, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with joy. Even if she didn’t like you like you adored her, you still cherished your friendship. Looking back, Haley and the team always had your back, they genuinely cared about you. They were perhaps the only ones you would fully trust in the future.

“(Y/N), HURRY UP YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!” Tommy’s voice outside your door shook you from your happy dance. “Coming!”

You ran to the bathroom and hastily went through your routine. Despite your rushing, you tried your best to look presentable. You were going to prove those snakes wrong, you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you looked.

After running down the stairs with your bag, your dad stopped you before you could run out the door with your keys. “You look nice today hun.”

“Thanks Dad, I just wanted to dress up a bit for finals today. I’m honestly really pumped to play tonight.”

“That’s good,” he smiled at you before pulling you into a quick hug. “Just take it easy today, you need to save your energy for the match tonight... Listen, I don’t know what happened to you this morning and I don’t know exactly what’s going on in your life right now, but just know that I’m always gonna be here for you. Whether you need help with homework, advice, or if you want me to beat up someone else’s dad for you,” he chuckled, “I’ll do it.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, happy with the contact. You two stood in the hall for a moment before he pulled away and told you to leave for school.

The drive to the school was uneventful with your brothers mainly holding up the conversation. As you pulled into the parking lot, you realized that you needed to catch up on two full days of stats homework.

“Hey Tech?” He hummed, looking over to you.

“Sorry, but would I be able to maybe copy your stats notes from Tuesday?”

“Yeah, I’ll give em to you so you can copy it before school starts. We’d have to go to Mr. Mullins for yesterday’s notes though. We can just ask him about it before school starts.”

As you pulled into a space and moved to leave the car, a hand stopped you. “(Y/n), if any of those two-faced bitches bother you at all, let us know. Don’t deal with this on your own, we’re here for you,” Wilbur said genuinely.

“Yeah, if they say anything bad about you, it’s on sight.”

You laughed, “thanks guys, I’ll let you guys know if they do anything. We gotta get going though if Tech and I wanna get those notes done.”

In the school, you and Techno successfully got your notes done before the first bell rang. The rest of class went by without a hitch with you actually somewhat understanding mostly everything being taught. You even got a question right when you were called on! Turns out not feeling weighed down by toxic people helps a lot with concentration.

The only block you were dreading was the second block. You were sure that if you even glanced at Annie and Adrian, you’d go apeshit on them. Luckily for them, they didn’t show up to class today. They were probably comforting Annie after you “manipulated” her, you thought with an eye roll. Today was just another work day, so you pulled out your laptop and opened Google Docs. You saw Annie’s and Adrian’s unfinished and you were slapped in the face with inspiration.

They were still expecting you to finish their essays, so you were gonna finish them alright. You were going to completely rewrite their essays all about how they were terrible homophobes and how LGBT+ people are always facing some form of discrimination amongst their peers, complete with attached screenshots of them calling you slurs over text. You’d even write a little note at the beginning that would tell your teacher that they didn’t write this, but they made you write it so you deserved the credit for it. You didn’t care that this would take a while, the satisfaction that you would get would be worth it. This was going to completely screw up their grades, this essay was worth twenty five percent of your overall grade. Mr. Todd was really laid back, so he only had a few rules in the classroom. First was to respect your classmate’s time and work, second was to clean up after yourselves, and third (“the most important one” he said on the first day of school) was that he would never tolerate racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia in his classroom. Your masterpieces you were writing would definitely earn them a failing grade, a good scolding from Mr. Todd, and maybe a visit to the principal’s office. This would be first in a long line of gifts you have in mind for them.

At lunch, you were slightly stumped as to where you should sit. You didn’t really know anybody in your lunch period, so you just sat at the empty table Adrian, Annie, and Sammy left for you today and ate while working on your masterpieces. Finding sources was extremely easy for you, you remembered doing extensive research about discrimination when you first found out that you weren’t the straight girl you thought you were. Luckily for you, you still had the old Google Doc full of sources you wanted to save for later. Thank you, freshman you.

Third and fourth block went by relatively quickly, you completely finished the work in both classes with plenty of time left for you to continue typing up the essays. You had gotten Adrian’s completely done and Annie’s thesis written. Oh, revenge is sweet. You weren’t even done with what you had in store for them.

You had their parent’s phone numbers and you got Adrian’s boss’ number from Marlene, who worked with him as a waitress. Annie’s parents were total sweethearts that would be absolutely fuming if you showed them what she said to you. You weren’t sure about Adrian’s or Sammy’s parents, but you were going to send them screenshots anyways. If Adrian’s parents were as bigoted as he was, you still had his boss to fall back on. You could email the screenshots to the principal and the athletic director so that you could have something to rely on if Sammy’s parents had the same beliefs as she did. She valued cross country more than everything, so you could fuck that up for her. Revenge never tasted so sweet to you before, it felt like you were high with how giddy you were. Techno and Wilbur were going to love this.

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yesokaythatsfine69 · 3 years

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Man, That's Deep (Corpse Husband x reader)

Description: Y/n meets Corpse for the first time during a stream of Among Us. Things get a little chaotic from there.

Character(s): Corpse, Jacksepticeye (Sean), PewDiePie (Felix), Valkyrae (Rae), Ken, Disguised Toast (Toast)

Pov: 3rd person

Warning(s): cussing but besides that nah just a bunch of sweet stuff :)

A/n: hello! So I've recently hopped into the whole infatuation with Corpse thing, (it's kinda hard not to.) Thus I decided to write this. Hope you like it!

*none of the Gifs used are mine. Full credit goes to the maker.

A loud blast of thunder pounded the ground near y/n's house causing her to frown. Storms often rattled her, especially because she lived alone and dedicated a majority of her time to streaming and playing pretty frightening games. She tapped on her headphones and leaned back into her chair. Her eyes flashed to her server.

Is it storming here you're at?

"Yeah it's pouring down outside. Maybe it's a good time to play something else... something less terrifying." She ended the game and began to search for something else to stream.

"Any suggestions?" She asked the chat, scrolling through possibilities. Before she could pick, however, her phone buzzed. Reaching over, she picked up the device and checked it's screen. "Hold on, I got a message from Sean. Do you guys wanna watch me play some among us?"

She checked the chat. The responses were ones of excitement, as y/n rarely played among us let alone with the group that Sean played with but everytime y/n and Sean played something together things got interesting, considering how competitive the two were. Her eyes paused at a comment.

Will Corpse be there!?

She sat back in her chair, turning towards her computer. "Uhmm...I don't know actually. All I know is that they need a tenth person and I need a game to play that takes my attention away from this storm..." She began typing in the code.

"Although I've never played with him before nor have I talked to him. However-" she paused before pressing enter. "I do think it'd be cool to talk to him because he seems so kind...okay, I'm in."

She turned on the discord and unmuted, and almost instantly she was thrown into chaos. "She killed right in front of you, Felix!" Y/n's eyes widened and she looked into her camera. "Hey guys." She laughed, turning back to the game.

"Y/n!" Sean said cheerfully, ending whatever was left over from the previous game. A chorus of "y/n's" followed, until a deep baritone voice broke through. "Hello, y/n." She smiled softly at the sound, it being almost prettier than she had imagined. "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Oh yeah, y/n, I forgot you and Corpse haven't met before." Sean spoke as he changed the color of his among us character. "I've been wanting to meet you actually before this but Sean refused to give me your number." Corpse said, and y/n snorted as Sean made a gasping sound.

"That's not even-" "you know that's funny Corpse because I've been wanting to meet you too but Sean told me you didn't have phone." Y/n joined in and the group laughed. "Fuck off." Was all Sean could mumble before the game started and the screen flashed black.

Immediately muting, y/n smiled to herself. "His voice way deeper than I thought it would be. He was talking and I was like...man, that's deep." She giggled when Suddenly imposter flashed on her screen.

She bit her lip when she saw who it was with. Corpse. Their characters then fell into Mira hq, and y/n followed a group up into admin. Waiting for the bar to move until she was able to leave, and when she did she left with Felix and toast, following them into medbay.

The three entered, each going to a separate station. "So, I'm gonna kill toast first, but I gotta get these lights off first." She winked at the camera, before waiting until Rae and sykkuno also entered. Then she shut off the lights and killed. The group seemed to miss it as they hurried to turn the lights back on.

After getting the lights on, she made her way to decontamination, where she saw corpse. He had apparently been waiting for her, and they unmuted mics to speak.

"How's it going?" She laughed. "It's going. Did you need some protection?" It was Corpse's turn to laugh. "From who, we're both imposters?" They shared a laugh. "Oh my God, I killed toast like twenty minutes ago and they still haven't found him."

Corpse laughed again and y/n became dedicated to pulling that sound from his lips as much as she could. "I'll admit, they're a little slow."

Then, both Sean and Felix entered. Without uttering a word and almost in complete synchronization they double killed. Y/n giggled as they escaped, putting herself back on mute.

"This is so much fun! I love killing my friends!" Finally as she spoke that someone has found toasts body. "Medbay." Rae's cartoonish voice relayed. "Oh my, there's like five people dead." It was true, there were like five people dead. Corpse had found the time to kill two others before the double kill.

"I think- I think that it may be y/n." Sykkuno said, and y/n immediately sat up. "Why? I was in medbay with you and left before you did. Actually I think that was the last time I saw toast, was with you in medbay."

"Yeah and I've seen y/n a lot in the game. I haven't seen you sykkuno." Corpse said, coming to y/n's aid. Her cheeks reddened when he said her name. "Yeah, and you seem almost too trusting." Rae said.

Y/n smiled. "I'm voting Sykkuno. I'm not sure who the other one is, though." The four argued slightly and y/n muted. "Corpse...is so good."

She turned to the server, seeing everyone thoughts.

Wow y/n and corpse r so cute

Her cheeks reddened.

I think someone may be crushin 👀

"Guys, come on! I have just met him!" However her words were just a feeble attempt and she turned back to the game. Sykkuno was the last to vote, voting for himself.

With that, they won. Who knew how satisfying the word victory in big red letters could be. They arrived back into the lobby, where Sean immediately let them have it. "My own best friend! My own. Best. Friend. Killing me. In cold blood."

"if you don't want me to kill you play better!" Y/n jokingly shouted back. "Besides y/n and I are best friends now." Corpse spoke as he put on a flower which matched the one y/n's among us character wore.

"All I'm gonna say is that I knew her before all of you." Rae said, adding to the chaos. Y/n laughed and turned to her server.

Ooohhh are they fighting over you?

She rolled her eyes and returned to the chat. "Everytime we play with someone new you do this." Felix was complaining, also changing into the flower y/n wore.

Finally the new game was started and y/n got crew mate. It wasn't as exciting and she couldn't talk to corpse now, but it was still fun.

She got a few tasks done, and from the corner of her eye she saw toast and corpse and enter the are she was in, in reactor. "Corpse!" She said a little too excitedly. Recovering quickly she added, "And Toast!"

However part of her doubted her watchers were amused.

The lights turned off. "Damn, that was-" almost immediately she was killed by toast, probably giving her a taste of her own medicine. Immediately a hand covered her mouth and she groaned. "God fucking! What the hell toast!"

She sat in stunned silence for a second. "I guess I'll-" Corpse found her and immediately reported. "Y/N!" He laughed over his mic. "Not y/n!" "I guess that means we're the only ones left with matching flowers." Felix cut in.

"Alright who killed my best friend?" Sean said into the mic. "Wait, wait, wait. First of all- she's mine, sean-" in that moment y/n all but blacked out, but forced herself to show no reaction, lest her viewers smite her.

"and secondly. It's toast." "Toast you about to become burnt." Sean said lamely and y/n was lifted out her haze enough to snort at his bad joke. "What why is it me!?" "Because you were the last person I saw her with. It's definitely you."

Ken softly added. "I think he's right because I can't imagine corpse killing y/n." The others laughed, and y/n leaned back into her chair, slumping down.

Toast was voted out, and the game continued. Y/n was left to follow corpse around until, Felix came from behind and killed him.

"oh my God." Y/n said, laughing. Then corpse turned on his mic. "Y/n, we're both dead." She laughed again, "I know! The games definitely more boring now that we're gone."

For a few moments they spoke about the game, until y/n began telling him about the storm. "Where do you live?" "Uh, I live in Los Angeles. Usually it never storms here, though. Where do you live?"

"San Diego." She sat up. "Oh my God that's only like two hours away. We should hang sometime." He laughed. "I'd really enjoy that, y/n." "You could come up here and we could go bother some rich people. I know where James lives."

"I would love to bother rich people with you, especially James." She smiled. "Covid permitting of course." "Of course."

Finally that game ended, with them finally figuring out that it was Felix.

Y/n stretched out, and agreed to play one more game. This time she got imposter with Sean.

She laughed manically, and clapped her hands together excitedly. "This is gonna be good!" Together the two worked as a team, delightedly playing off each other. One would sabotage and the other would kill. However the two did have one weakness and it was definitely their competitive nature's.

It had become a who can kill the most players in a game contest. And y/n was now trailing behind until, finally, she found Rae and sykkuno all in the same room. Sean had followed her in and it looked like a perfect opportunity to commit a double kill. Y/n got Rae with a clean kill and Sean got sykkuno. Then in came corpse.

"fuck!" Y/n shouted, leaping from her chair "he saw us! Corpse totally saw us! Shit!" Both Sean and y/n said nothing waiting for corpse to speak. "Oh my God. Sean how could you!" For several seconds Sean didn't reply. Then he forced out a weak "what?" Corpse sighed. "He killed sykkuno right in front of me. I didn't see anyone else around."

Y/n's mouth dropped. He wasn't going to say anything. He was going to let her slide. Of course, Sean would be getting voted out but that was a small price to pay. She looked into her camera in shock.

Her server was blowing up.

He ain't gonna snitch on daddy

She covered her mouth for fear they'd hear her laugh.

Corpse suddenly became blind after watching Sean kill sykkuno

She voted poor Sean out and the game continued.

Corpse followed her around and watched as she killed more. Seemingly the last comment about him being blind was true.

Another victory was won, and y/n braced herself for the upcoming shitstorm that was the discord call. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU CORPSE!" Rae blasted. Y/n laughed until a loud blast of lightning shook the house and caused the lights to blink on and off. She yelped, her cat running into the room.

"wow, what was that?" Ken asked. "You okay, y/n?" Sean's voice called. She sighed. "Yeah, but I think i better log off. It was a lot of fun you guys! Thanks for letting me join."

A chorus of "yeah!" "No problem!" And "join us again!" Welcomed her. "Yeah, if y/n leaves I'm probably gonna leave too. I'll see you guys soon."

Ignoring the ohhh and aww comments of her chat she signed off.

Her phone rang and she smiled, answering it and pulling it to her ear. "Sean finally give you my number?"

Corpse laughed from the other end. "yeah, yeah. You were serious about meeting up right?" She chuckled softly. "Very." She heard him sigh happily. "Good, good. Hey if you're staying up maybe we could...chat some more?"

She smiled brightlyand her cheeks hurt. "I'd want nothing more." Suddenly her ohone buzzed and she pulled it from her ear to check. It was a message from Sean.

"you're on the phone with him right now, aren't you?"

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A/n: please feel free to give critism and requests. Thanks for reading!

#corpse husband #corpse fanart #corpse simp #corpse fanfic #corpse x reader #corpse imagines #sykkuno #sykkuno x reader #sean x reader #jacksepticeye x reader

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h2obased · 2 years

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Another Word For Surveillance - Part Four

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You asked Bucky out. He said no. Cool. So how do you move on from that? Ha! You don’t.

Notes & Warnings:

Fluff, swearing, innuendos, canon typical violence (a smidge), light angst, pining lotsa pining, mild sexual content

I don’t give permission for my work to be copied/reposted/translated anywhere.

Word Count: 5,257 (whee!)

Series Chapters | (Part Five - 12/12)

Another Word For Surveillance - Part Four

R&D requested a last-minute all-hands meeting the week following the Stark Foundation gala, which you’ve been dodging with some minor success.

You worked from home starting Friday, claiming you had a cold. This week, you had a kitchen sink fiasco. Water everywhere! Must unclog asap!

You haven’t seen Bucky since leaving his apartment unit last week. He texted half an hour later, wanting to know where he should meet you. You had to rush out, you explained as the shuttle dropped you off at the nearest station.

Bucky: Ok

Over dinner back home, you stared at the reply, fighting the urge to apologize for leaving abruptly. You scrolled up to look at his recent messages.

Bucky: Working on it.

Bucky: Nowhere near the candy stockpile this wk. You know who was in the ofc? Wilson.

Bucky: Ok.

Bucky: Working on it. Like I told you two days ago. Stop asking. Please.

That confusing man punctuated his texts consistently and you were convinced the missing period in his response was some sort of retaliation, his way of telling you rushing out of their apartments like you stuffed your bag with illegally procured Oreos from their pantry was not cool.

Since that evening, you’ve corresponded with each other through short, boring, work emails. You didn’t ask him how the gala went. You didn’t have to. Pictures of the Avengers in formal wear circulated every text chain you were in. Your mother sent you one of the obligatory red carpet group photos. Claire forwarded a four-photo collage of Bucky, followed by a peace sign.

Bucky stared down the camera as if it were a sniper. Alert blue eyes. Not angry but openly curious. Maybe a little intimidated by the majesty of black tie and champagne affairs.

Breathtaking images of Bucky in a classic black suit, hair pulled back, standing next to his spectacularly dressed teammates.

You might have saved a couple of candid shots showing him smiling shyly as he chatted with guests.

Still, it would have been polite to ask him how his evening went. It’s not like you were going to ask if he brought a date. He didn’t appear to have one by the way. If anything it seemed like Steve, Sam, and Bucky went together, a trio of unbelievably handsome, broad-shouldered gentlemen.

You were tempted to ask why he still couldn’t tie his hair properly though. Six year-olds could do it better. If you were on speaking terms outside of work, you might have shown him how to get his hair under control.

But you currently limited discussions to his missions and you intended to lay low for a few more days. Anything that required face-to-face meetings was successfully pawned off to Claire or someone else in the team. You needed more time for introspection because the breathing space offered by your thinking bench at the facility wasn’t enough anymore.

Steve Fucking Rogers basically dropped kicked the door you thought you’d bolted shut months ago when you convinced yourself all you wanted was for Bucky to keep stealing a reasonable number of Snickers bars from your desk drawer on a weekly basis.

The pit in your stomach begged to disagree. With all due respect.

The encounter with the super soldiers at the Grid 5 apartments alerted you to recent deviations, changes that threatened your fragile status quo.

So yeah, you needed time to reassess your plan because for the first time in months, it felt like things were getting out of hand. Your thing for Bucky, it burrowed itself in your heart; that’s where it lived now, in the same neighborhood as love.

If it’s even love.

How were you going to know for sure? You thought you’d been in love before. You were so wrong, it's not even funny.

It scared you, but you learned to live with the reality of loving alone. That’s been the case for months until Claire dropped that fact-based comment about the increasing number of times Bucky’s been around the office to bring you food.

Facts, it’s tough to argue with them.

Then Steve piled on by asking about your Friday night plans, like it was important to him.

Maybe it didn’t mean anything apart from him being genuinely curious about what mere mortals got up to during their spare time, but - and this is the silly part that reeked of hope - your first thought was maybe it meant something.

If you had known about the all-hands call in advance, you would have gotten Claire to sit in for you too.

The meeting included engineers developing a short range comms device that’s supposed to be harder to detect. Steve was leading a mission in South America with Bucky and Wanda Maximoff in a couple of days, and he would only agree to test the earpieces on the field if operations signed off on it too.

Due to your “sink situation” that week, you joined the meeting over the phone. You dialled in early but kept quiet, conscious of the fact that you were the only one who was not physically present. When Steve finally asked for your input, you suggested confirming first how fast the team can retreat to the Quinjet in case the device failed.

“We have to make that call soon, Y/N,” Steve reminded you.

You didn’t have access to satellite maps from your living room but a quick Google search gave you a rough idea of the terrain. “It looks like a 5 kilometer dash from the drop-off point. Max 5.5km?”

“Is it 5 or 5.5?” Bucky asked impatiently.

The route wasn’t a straight path. It wasn’t just a matter of tracing a line from point A to B. An uphill jog would slow them down too - not by much, you’ve seen Steve and Bucky take a bajillion laps around Grids 3 and 4 before. You don’t believe the distance would be an issue but you weren’t going to be bullied into providing unverified data on the spot.

“I will get you a better estimate, I just need access to the Sat maps.” You scribbled a reminder to prioritize the task after the call. “Can you give me until tomorrow morning please, Steve?”

It was petty of you to address the request to Steve when Bucky raised the matter.

There was a pause on the line. A chair squeaked. Tell-tale gears whirred. “End of day is better,” Steve finally replied.

Determined not to be thrown off by this unscheduled meeting, and the incessant tapping on the conference table, you took a deep breath and confirmed you will provide the information that afternoon.

There was another hush, followed by murmuring around the conference room.

Steve cleared his throat. “Sorry Y/N, can you get us - get me the details within a couple of hours or so?” He sighed. “Right, meant to say two hours. Is that workable?”

That meant you had to leave the house in the next few minutes. You weren’t planning on making an appearance in the office today but you didn’t want to delay planning.

“Ok.”

“What about the sink?” Bucky’s dry delivery came through the speaker.

“Sink guy fixed it this morning,” you replied.

“Great, see you in the office then.” There wasn’t even an attempt to sound sincere.

Not to be outdone, you crossed your arms and added, “Perfect, see you in the office!”

He snorted. Snorted!

“Ok! We’ll have the data as discussed; please tell me we’re all happy about that?” Steve asked with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“Ab-so-lute-ly,” you quipped in a sing-songy voice that sounded too extra, even for you.

“Call me fucking thrilled!” Bucky retorted without missing a beat.

His response caused you to wince. He never yelled. Not during meetings; not even when the proposed plan involved scaling skyscrapers or pretending to be Sam’s doting manservant.

Certainly never at you.

You swallowed the spike of annoyance and put yourself on mute.

“Let the records show that I am also very pleased, thank you.” Even Wanda’s good-natured response failed to get a laugh from anyone.

During a lull in the call, you excused yourself, informing Steve you’re about to head to the office.

“Thanks. Looking forward to those numbers.”

You held back a snarky remark about arriving in the office at approximately 23.5 minutes.

Claire got wind of Bucky’s outburst from one of the engineers. Your best friend cornered you as you arrived in the office that afternoon.

“Did a certain brooding super soldier finally kiss you or something?” She did a double-take when you bit your lip instead of rolling your eyes at her joke. “Oh ho ho ho!” She leaned against your desk. “My guy in engineering said you and Barnes were giving off some sort of pubescent school children type of energy.”

“I was not acting like a child.” You chomp the head off a gummy bear with your teeth. “And we are not dating.” Tearing candy apart seemed to satisfy the part of you that still simmered.

You worked on the figures you hastily promised to share within the hour and sent an email to Joey, the resident math genius in your team, so he can check the numbers you arrived at.

Joey replied instantly, “I’ll get this back to you in 10.”

You looked at Bucky’s old desk, and then out the window, and decided it’s a nice day for a 10-minute confession. “Come with me.”

Claire grabbed a pack of M&Ms before walking with you to the solitary bench right across the building.

It was a picturesque afternoon, the perfect time to enjoy the outdoors and yet you collapsed on the bench with an exhausted groan.

“First of all, nothing happened.”

“That’s exactly what people say when something has happened.” Claire poured a handful of M&Ms onto your palm.

“We went to his room-“

“Oh my god!” A few pieces scattered on the bench when she shrieked.

“-because he asked for help to pick a suit. For the Stark Foundation event.”

“You’ve seen photos from Friday evening right? I mean, whoa gorgeous.” Claire whistled and pretended to fan herself. “Personally, I couldn’t take my eyes off Sam’s rich burgundy three-piece. I think it was velvet. Goodness me, let it be velvet.”

It was difficult not to giggle at your friend’s antics in spite of your helplessness.

“As I was saying. Nothing happened-”

“Obviously something’s happened, but go on.” Claire picked out the red pieces first with the enthusiasm of a friend receiving hot gossip.

“Steve was there.” You relayed the strained interaction between Bucky and his best friend, including Steve’s question about your Friday night itinerary.

Your friend listened quietly but when you reached the part where you told Steve you were busy the night of the event, Claire held a hand up. “Why would you ever lie to that man?” She groaned. “You’re my favorite person in this compound and that’s saying a lot because Natasha Romanoff lives down this road, but you are a disgrace to all warm-blooded men and women on this planet as well as on Asgard and all other realms.” She threw an M&M at you for emphasis.

The round green piece bounced off your forehead and fell on your lap. “Pretty sure Rogers was only trying to annoy Bucky. You know how those two are. I wasn’t going to play along.”

“You’re disappointed Bucky didn’t ask you.”

You were prepared to act shocked and indignant but you didn’t bring Claire outside to tell more lies. “I’m not - we’re not - he didn’t want to go with me.” Having to say that out loud depleted all the energy accumulated from munching on junk food since you got to the office.

Claire crossed her arms. “How would you know? You didn’t give him a chance to tell his pal to shut up so he can ask you properly. You ran out of there like your pants were on fire.”

You told yourself you were only following the plan - to go for the path of least resistance, sparing you and Bucky any further awkward encounters. Lately it seemed like all you’ve done was ensure every interaction sat on a bed of awkwardness.

“Remember when we went to the First Resort for his send off?” You relayed the events from that night, only pausing when you received Joey’s email confirming the numbers you showed him were accurate. You shoved your phone back in your pocket and finished telling Claire about getting into the Uber, right before asking Bucky to pretend you didn’t want to date him.

She didn’t speak right away. Claire offered you more chocolate instead. “You know, lust goes away after a cold shower, but feelings stick to you like a motherfucker.” Her eyes remained on the building across the street. “I don’t want to scare you but sometimes feelings, they just never go away.”

She spoke gently, even though her words stung with the force of the truth. “Acting like something isn’t the case or pretending something never happened doesn’t make things magically disappear.”

You stretched your legs out and slid lower in your seat. You were supposed to expect nothing. That’s how you stop yourself from getting hurt. You can’t get hurt if all you expected from Bucky was for him to replace the candy he claimed not to have “borrowed” from your desk.

Unless you hoped for something more.

You bit on your inner cheek accidentally, pain shooting up the side of your face. “Ahhh fuck.” This is why hope should be banned like concealed weapons. It’s a public safety issue, you thought as you massaged your cheek.

Claire sensed you were spiraling. “Oh and don’t think I haven’t noticed that when I say Barnes likes you, my comment is ignored but when Steve Rogers jokes about you and Bucky going to this thing together suddenly you have to go into witness protection or something.”

You’ve done well to keep that door shut for over a year. “It’s easier not to talk about it.”

“Let’s just say the easy way has led you to this bench with me today.” She leaned her head against your shoulder, a soothing gesture from your friend.

You looked up at the third floor window which used to be Bucky’s corner. “Hmm, but something about the hard way makes me want to…”

“Do not say run,” Claire replied with a warning voice.

Both of you sat quietly until your phone alarm beeped. You had thirty minutes left before your deadline to get the mission information to Steve.

“We should go.” Duty called. You had a bunch of numbers to deliver and maybe a point to prove too. “Do you have any idea where Steve is?”

You should have called Steve first, but you didn’t, because he asked for these figures today and you were going to make him listen to you go through measurements and quote figures up to the second decimal point.

Claire’s guy from engineering pointed you to the hangar. You suspected he might have a thing for your friend, and you’re not going to have any opinions about that because people develop a special thing for their co-workers all the time.

“Thank him for me please!” You told her as you sprinted to the elevators, clutching a tablet with the report to your chest. If you move fast enough, you can get to the hangar with time left to stick it to those super soldiers.

Everyone called it the hangar, even if it’s really three massive structures built next to each other in Grid 4. You lost a few minutes walking around the first two, asking if anyone saw a blonde man wearing a size small shirt.

You slipped into the third warehouse, where you were greeted by the deafening whine of an engine.

“Captain Rogers?” You hollered at the parked Quinjet.

“It’s Steve, remember?” He waved from the corner door. “Look who made it! With plenty of time to spare.” His smile was friendly, almost apologetic, which confirmed your suspicions about the non-urgent nature of this request.

“337.5 seconds!” The noise drowned your voice and you barely heard him earlier, but Steve didn’t seem to have any trouble hearing you. “From the primary location to the drop off site, it’ll take you - specifically - 5 minutes and 37 seconds if you run at top speed!”

You handed him the tablet showing the terrain superimposed on a field map. The engine continued to rev up, the repetitive grating sound making you feel like your brain was turning to mush. “It’s a 5.4km uphill sprint back to the Quinjet!”

“So it’s not 5 and not 5.5.” Bucky appeared from behind the aircraft, giving you a split-second view of his bare torso as he walked over while putting a shirt on.

Showoff , you bitterly thought, blood rushing to your cheeks. You’d probably walk around the place without a shirt too if you had abs like that. But that’s not the point.

Bucky wiped his hands on a grease-stained rag and tucked it in the back pocket of faded black jeans. He took the tablet from Steve, giving it a confused look and you know it’s not because he’s never seen a tablet before. “Five to six minute run?”

Unable to hear clearly over the growling machinery in the background, you leaned closer.

“What accounts for the range?” He asked with a neutral expression, like all he cared for was mathematically integrity, but it’s hard to ignore the soft dent between rigid brows.

Your hands automatically went to your hips. “Steve clocked in at 16 meters per second at his last physical!” You reached out and tapped twice on the screen to switch the window for him. “Your peak was 14.95 meters per second!” You recited the figures from memory. “That takes us to six minutes!”

“Why are you shouting? And I had a bruised rib that day!”

“Provided you lay off the waffles morning of the mission, it will be a six-minute and 2.40 seconds run exactly!” You couldn’t help yourself.

He shook the hair off his face with a defensive huff, unwilling to acknowledge Steve was the faster runner.

You noticed the cut on his lip and the faded bruise on his cheek. He wasn’t injured the night of the gala six days ago and judging by the bruise’s yellow-greenish hue and his body’s ability to recover quickly from damage, you’d wager Bucky came from a mission only two or three days ago.

“What happened to your face?” The question came off sounding like an insult, which was unintentional. You were competing with very noisy and clearly malfunctioning equipment somewhere in the hangar, when you could have been walking around in your living room barefoot, munching on a donut.

He turned away to hide his injuries. “Why do you care?”

Well fuck if you didn’t ask yourself the same thing on a daily basis. That’s the ridiculous thing about caring for someone. You got rejected, you’re overwhelmed by the burden of your emotions, and you seriously thought you couldn’t go on like this.

And yet you did. Carrying around a flame kept alive through sheer will or naivete or dumb luck.

Unwavering even when the man you supposedly cherished asked you impossible questions like “Why do you care?”

If you were concerned about someone managing to land a punch on Bucky’s face, that sentiment evaporated quickly. “Forget it!”

“Why are you still shouting?” Narrowed piercing eyes backed you into a corner.

“Because I can’t hear myself over whatever that is!” You gestured to an invisible noise monster.

His face relaxed as realization hit him. “That’s the tractor.” Bucky sprinted around the jet and the screeching sounds stopped abruptly. “Now you can stop yelling at me.” His voice came from the other side of the state-of-the-art aircraft.

“I’m not yelling at you!” You were absolutely yelling at him even after the noise died down. “I’m trying to talk over the noise! Not everyone has super hearing powers!”

“What? Can you repeat that?” The sarcasm was hard to miss.

“Can you repeat that?” You mimicked him.

Someone laughed next to you. You’d forgotten about Steve. He moved between you and the jet. It wasn’t clear if he was shielding his friend or if he wanted to de-escalate. “Thanks again. You think your boss will sign off after she sees this?” He returned your tablet, oil-streaked from Bucky’s fingers.

“I told her you should be fine. Unless they have air support.”

Steve tilted his head. You’ve seen that look before. It’s “please do this for me as a favor” and “I outrank you anyway” in one smooth grin. “Can you find out if we should be worried about air support?”

He didn’t know how you did it, but he knew you could find him the answers he wanted.

“When do you need-” You cut yourself off when the grin widened. “I’ll get to it.”

“Hey, thanks, really.” Steve shifted his stance. “Listen. The only reason we press is, you’re one of our best and I know-” He pursed his lips. “To be clear, I know nothing so let me start again.” He paused for effect, like a seasoned public speaker. He had your full attention now. “I don’t know everything, but I do know you’re important to the team and I know you don’t let things get in the way of what we do here.” He glanced behind you. “I appreciate that.” Steve turned to you with a searching look.

His trust meant a lot and you wanted to reciprocate with the appropriate heartfelt reply. It’s not everyday you hear that from Steve Rogers. You opened your mouth, prepared to give a lengthy thank you speech. “This is-“

“Steve.”

“Buck.” The blonde Avenger nodded to his favorite person to torture.

Not this again. “Gentlemen.” You took a step back, eyes trained on the speckled charcoal gray flooring between a pair of running shoes and unlaced boots. “I need an hour, Steve,” you spoke without making contact with any blue eyes within two feet of you.

“Of course,” the former captain replied.

With a nod, you spun on your heel and made a beeline for the exit.

“Sweets. Hey.”

Bucky. You stopped walking and squeezed your eyes shut.

“There’s a secure terminal back here.”

Your about-face turn left you slightly dizzy. You blinked at him stupidly. Bucky was devastatingly handsome in a suit; this was not up for debate, but Bucky in a tattered shirt, 10-year old denim jeans, sweaty forehead, mop of hair in dire need of deep conditioning, this Bucky made you want to fling yourself at his feet.

He pointed to the room with his thumb.

“I don’t want to keep you guys from um, tractor maintenance.”

Claire was right, you’re something of a runner. Olympic caliber, judging by your track record.

Bucky shook his head. He tossed a set of keys to Steve without warning and his friend caught them without flinching. “Mind taking her back to G1?”

Her? The tractor? Nope. You bit your tongue. You were not going to melt into a puddle because he referred to inanimate objects like they were people. Nope. Probably named her something cute. Like Louise. Nope.

Steve palmed the keys and nodded. He patted his friend on the back before walking around the Quinjet.

Five long strides brought him right before you. “Tony’s team isn’t coming in until tonight. Terminal’s all yours.” He scratched his head when the tractor sputtered for a few seconds before the engine roared to life again, the uneven mechanical hum interrupting him. After a few more seconds, Steve drove out of the hangar.

“Good news, we finally found the one thing that makes more noise than your arm.”

He flipped you off with his 7 million dollar prosthetic.

“Someone needs to take her to a mechanic.”

Bucky chuckled. “I’m working on Kit. She’s the color of a Kit Kat see. I know you’re thinking about it.”

You fought to keep a straight face. “A real mechanic.”

“Ow,” he clutched his heart with a goofy smile.

You smiled back in spite of yourself.

See how easy it was to fall back to old habits? You’re supposed to be upset by the situation you were in but ten seconds alone with Bucky and you were ready to spread your legs. Metaphorically speaking.

Or not.

Things would be so easy if you didn’t like him as much as you did.

“Come on.” He pointed to where the terminal was with his chin. “We’re always hanging out where you work.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “We can’t bring food here. Technically.”

He was trying, you supposed. Making an effort to keep everything from falling apart. You knew how that felt like, you’ve only been doing the same thing for over a year now.

This was the part where you start walking away before something terrifically awkward happens again. “I’m not in tech or engineering; I have no reason to be here.” You moved the tablet to your left hand only to switch back a second later.

“Well, this is where I hang out.” Bucky shrugged with his left shoulder. It beeped along with his movements. “So why don’t you stick around for a change? Let me grab something from the pantry and you get started in there.”

He expected you to run too, you realized. Claire definitely thought that’s what you were most likely to do.

It was still the right thing to do if you wanted things to stay the same.

He crossed his arms and waited for you to make up an excuse to return to your own desk.

“Yeah. Ok.” You replied cautiously, like you never spent any one-on-one time with him before.

His brows shot up in surprise, but he looked pleased. He pointed to the corner room with an open hand, letting you walk in front of him.

Your devil may care response shocked you. Let’s make it weird, you decided; it’s not like doing the opposite did you any good. Were things between you and Bucky always meant to be just a little delicate, just a little too tricky?

The parts of your humanity responsible for self-preservation warned you against this. Don’t touch fire! Don’t stand so close to the edge! And for god’s sake, don’t let him ruin you!

You reached for the door handle and pushed, almost bumping into the door when it refused to open. “It’s stuck,” you said after trying again.

He reached around you, placing his arm over yours. “Gotta put some muscle on it.”

That made you scoff. “Gotta put some-- whoa!” You stumbled forward as the door finally budged.

The lights automatically turned on from your graceful entry. Faceplanting was guaranteed until he grabbed your arm to stop you from falling over a workbench in the middle of the small room.

“Easy there, Sweets.” Bucky’s chuckle tickled your ear.

You gasped when an electric pulse rushed through your arm. You spun to face him, hugging your right arm, heart pounding against your chest like it wanted to escape.

He studied you with alarmed eyes. “You ok? Did I hurt you when I-”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. “No - no, I’m fine.” You leaned against the wooden desk for support and put the tablet down. “Just um, surprised, you know, when the thing, it opened and I flew-” You stopped the rambling when he continued to look worried.

The lip biting and subtle metal whirring confirmed his state of mind.

“Jesus, Bucky, I know sometimes I freak out, and yeah maybe there’s some truth to that.” You gave him a sheepish smile, wondering if he’d make the connection to the last time you saw each other. You pushed with your arms to hop onto the table, bringing you closer to his eye level. You still have to look up but every inch you gained brought his summer sky eyes into sharper focus. “I am a lot more sturdy than advertised.”

If he only knew how resilient you’ve been, how you simply refused to quit. He’d probably be the one running away from you.

He continued to stay quiet, so you gently nudged his leg with your foot, your shoe grazing thin denim.

He was close and that would normally startle you, but the proximity also allowed you to understand Bucky wasn’t lost in his thoughts - he was watching.

He was waiting.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

“Sweets.” He spoke with a low, guttural voice.

“You have to stop calling me that,” you informed him before grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him to you.

He dipped his head, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes never looked as wide, taking you in, preserving the moment in his memory. His nose brushed your skin and you wondered if you imagined the tingling sensation, like every inch he touched came alive.

Before you could dive into what that could possibly mean, Bucky kissed you. Gently but with full intent. His warm lips coaxed you to open up to him. His scent - aftershave, detergent, sweat on skin - flooded your head.

You continued to grip his shirt because you needed something to hold on to and your lips followed his instinctively, moving where he wanted you to go, parting exactly when he needed more access.

He whimpered when you kissed the cut on his lip and he deepened the kiss, determined to show you how tough he was.

Just when you thought your lungs were about to give out and you didn’t even care about that as long as he continued to steal your breath with his mouth, Bucky cupped your face with both hands, pulling away slowly, his ragged breath warming your face. The way he beamed at you, he could’ve lit up the entire state.

“What?” You murmured as if waking up from a dream. You couldn’t quite hold on to a single train of thought. Everything came back to Bucky and those delicious lips.

“Gummy bears, really?” He licked his lips and laughed, kissing you a few more times to double check the flavor. He traced his arms up and down your body, leaving a trail of static that tickled and left you arching your back.

You were delirious, giggling and returning his kisses with the same enthusiasm. You remembered the pack in your pocket and reached for it absent-mindedly. “Yeah, you want some?”

His hand followed yours, slipping into your back pocket, and it stayed there longer than necessary, his grin wicked as he copped a feel. “Yeah I want some,” Bucky told you as he tossed the candy aside and pulled you back to him for another kiss.

You should make him understand you weren’t just looking for someone to have drinks with after work. Not anymore. Not after this. He should know that before this goes any further.

But these thoughts dissolved when you ran your fingers through his hair and he hummed with pleasure. Bucky stood between your legs, leaning over you on the workbench and supporting your weight with his metal hand. You felt his heart racing but he touched you with a tender, attentive hand that made you think you’ve never been held like this before.

Like he longed to keep you in his arms, not because you needed his comfort and protection, but because you could redeem him and make him yours.

Part Five

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