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Honey Girl. Chapter Five.

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Chapter Synopsis - Does absence make the heart grow fonder, or does it just make everything ten times more difficult?

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption. angst. mention of illness.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.7k

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The sand is warm beneath your feet, cooling breeze cascading across your skin. The waves caress the shore in repetitive motions, lulling you into calm.

Sunlight beaming down, you shield your eyes and look up, sighing in contentment at the shades of blue that paint the sky.

A shriek and a laugh come from somewhere on your right. You look over and see a couple and their toddler running after each other, sprinting down the beach and into the ocean. The little girl can't stop giggling, tripping over her own feet as she chases her parents. Something tugs at your heart, deep and visceral.

It's been three months since you left home.

It's been three months since you saw Bucky.

He calls every few days, trying to give you the space you need while also keeping in touch. You have to resist the urge to call him every ten minutes. It's an improvement, at least. It was five minutes when you first moved.

He texts you good morning and goodnight everyday without fail, just to let you know he's there. You can't sleep until you get his text. It's like a lullaby, reassuring and soothing. Like a chamomile tea, warming and calming you from the inside out.

You think about him the most at night time. Your days are spent running around preparing for the bakery. Testing, retesting, writing up recipes, measuring out quantities. You want it to be perfect.

The baking is taking your mind off Bucky, for the moment at least. You've thrown yourself into your new role, eager and excited. Stella's ecstatic to have you around. You love that you're still just as close as you were, despite the time apart. Friendships like that are rare.

Lacie calls you most nights. She demands to know what you did that day, who you spoke to, what you made. It's like therapy, sitting and decompressing together over videochat. She's a lifeline, whether she knows it or not.

And of course, the most supportive people in your life - your parents. Your Mom is desperate to come and visit, begging that you let her know when you're less busy so you can show her around. She loves the sunshine just as much as you. A woman after your own heart.

On the nights when the doubt creeps in, unwelcome and dark, you remind yourself how lucky you are. Surrounded by people who adore you, support you, love you unconditionally. And then the night doesn't seem so dark. The light pours through the cracks.

You walk home from the beach, warmed and carried by the knowledge of love.

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"This is ridiculous."

Stella's perched on the edge of your countertop, blush pink macaron in her hand.

"Good ridiculous?"

She scoffs, looking at you incredulously.

"Where did your confidence go? You never doubted yourself in school. Yes, good ridiculous. It shouldn't work, but it does."

Shouldn't work, but it does. Seems to be the story of your life at the moment.

"I need these on the menu."

"You don't think they're a little... pretentious? My best seller is a chocolate chip cookie. A honey and rosewater macaron isn't exactly a childhood favourite."

"Babe. That's the beauty of this. You can put whatever the hell you want out in your bakery. So what if they're unconventional? They're delicious. That's all that matters."

"Okay. Fine."

You relent, thinking about her earlier question. Where did your confidence go? When you graduated culinary school, you never doubted your abilities. Your technique, your flavours, your presentation - you had full faith in all of it. Now, you seem to be second guessing yourself.

You know it's because of your Tethering.

Before, you understood how the world worked. Good, bad, in between. Love, lust, the very clear difference between the two. You watched as other people found their forever person, and acknowledged their new journey.

And then you found Bucky. Or, Bucky found you.

Suddenly, the world you'd lived in before no longer made sense. The people, the places, the relationships, all impacted by the way you feel about your soulmate. Everything, everyone, everywhere, reminds you of Bucky. You're experiencing emotions you've never felt before. It's disorientating, confusing, complex. Your understanding of the world has changed completely.

It takes time to adjust.

No one ever talks about the way your Tethering turns your life upside down.

For some, it's completely positive. They enjoy the uprooting, revel in the change.

For others, it's a huge adaptation. One filled with tears, and confusion, and doubts.

Both are valid. Both are understandable.

You remind yourself of this every day.

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"There's someone in the café that wants to speak to you."

The youngest waitress, Isabel, stands in the kitchen doorway, looking at you hopefully. You set down your piping bag and wash your hands, talking to her over your shoulder.

"Who is it?"

"No idea. Some guy. He's kinda hot. Brown hair, tall, beard."

Your heart skips a beat, breath caught in your lungs. Bucky jokes sometimes about coming to see you, but would he just show up announced? Do you want him to?

You can't feel it in your chest, you realise suddenly. You can't feel the ease, the relief, the knowing. Maybe being apart for so long has weakened your connection. The thought makes you strangely emotional.

You inhale carefully and thank her, before making your way out. It's almost closing time, and there's no one around other than the man stood with his back to you.

He turns around, and you realise quickly that your hope was misplaced. You've never seen this person before. He is handsome, admittedly. But he's not your soulmate.

"Hi."

"Hey. Are you the baker here?"

"I am."

He holds out his hand for you to shake, stepping closer.

"I'm Rafael."

You tell him your name, and he smiles, nodding.

"Forgive me if this is weird, but I had to meet you. To thank you properly, in person."

You don't say anything, so he continues.

"Let me, uh, explain. Sorry, should have started with that. My sister is sick. She's going through treatment currently, and it's been super hard on her. She's had no appetite whatsoever, and she's losing weight rapidly."

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"A couple of weeks ago, I picked up a load of stuff from this place because my Mom was coming to visit. My sister tried your earl grey and lavender cookie, and ate the entire thing. It was the first time I've seen her eat for weeks. So, I came back and bought basically all of them every day."

You laugh, coming to a realisation. You wondered why those cookies were selling so well all of a sudden.

"I just wanted to say thank you. It might not seem like a big deal, but it's really huge for us. I also wanted to explain why all of those cookies were suddenly going missing at like ten in the morning."

You gesture at him to sit, the both of you taking a seat at one of the tables nearby.

You talk for almost an hour, listening intently to Rafael as he tells you about his family. He moved to California to be with his sister Maria when she got sick, no one else around to care for her. He asks about yours, and you tell him about your parents and their constant encouragement. He's also interested in how you got into baking, so you tell him all about culinary school, and the dreams your Grandma gave you when you were a kid.

"You're really talented, you know."

"I bet you say that to all of the bakers around here. But thank you."

His fingers brush yours where they're resting on the table, making you shiver.

"I'll make Maria her own box, if you like. I'll leave them behind the counter, just tell Isabel who you are."

"You'd do that for her?"

"Of course," you smile. "The idea that I'm helping someone with my silly little creations makes me really happy. We can work out a schedule, and I'll make sure I bake Maria some extras when I do my usual batch."

"You're incredible. Seriously. Thank you."

He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. The two of you are sat in the café as the sun sets, orange glow illuminating the room. You didn't expect to make a friend today. You're glad you have.

"Well, I should probably go and clean up the kitchen. You know where to find me, if you need anything. It was lovely to meet you, Rafael."

He rises when you do, smiling at you earnestly.

"You too. Nice to finally put a face to the cookie, so to speak."

You chuckle and show him out of the door, waving as he walks down the street. Suddenly, he turns around, striding back towards you.

"I'm so sorry if this is forward, and please feel free to say no, but... are you single? If you are, I'd love to ask you to dinner sometime."

The answer to that question is much more complicated than Rafael could ever imagine. So instead, you say,

"I'm not. I'm Tethered, actually."

His brows raise in surprise, but he's smiling.

"You are?"

"Yeah, I am. He doesn't live here, though. He lives back home, where my parents are."

"You guys are married?"

"No! Not yet. It's, uh... a complex... situation."

"Ah," he says, gentle, knowing look on his face. "I thought Tetherings weren't meant to be complex. Isn't that the whole point? That they're easy?"

You laugh, but it's not malicious. You're thinking about how sweetly naive he is, how he's got a huge storm coming his way one day.

"He's my Dad's best friend."

You're not sure why you're admitting this to a man you met an hour and a half ago, but you are. It's almost a relief, to get it off your chest again - to tell someone who's completely neutral, who doesn't know either of you.

"Woah."

"Yeah."

"That... is complicated."

"Yeah," you chuckle. "Understatement of the century."

Rafael leans against the wall, watching you intently. He's curious.

"How did your parents react?"

"They don't know yet."

His eyebrows raise almost comically high.

"Wait, what? How did you hide that? I thought it was supposed to be impossible to hide that you're Tethered. Although, I guess I had no idea, seeing as I asked you out."

"We wanted to figure it out for ourselves first, before telling anyone. And then I moved out here, so we're doing long distance. Like I said, complex."

"Understatement of the century," he laughs.

You look at each other for a moment, before he smiles.

"I'm sorry I asked you out. I wouldn't have, if I'd known."

"Please, don't apologise. I admire your... courage?" you grin. "And I appreciate you coming to see me today. I have like two friends here in Cali, so it's nice to feel like I've made another."

He smiles again, wider this time. Someone's going to be lucky to be Tethered to him one day, you think.

"I know it might surprise you, given my good looks and... courage," he chuckles, "but I don't have many friends out here either. I've been so focused on Maria, I haven't had time to socialise."

"The Universe works in funny ways, huh?"

"Sure does."

You wander back through the door, ready to close up for good this time.

"I'll see you tomorrow, for the cookies. And I'd love to meet Maria one day, if she's up for it."

"I'm sure she'd love to meet you. I'll bring her by."

"Thanks, Rafael."

"Of course. Thank you."

"Of course."

That night, when your Mom calls, you get to tell her you've made a new friend. That makes the both of you very happy.

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You're testing out a recipe in the kitchen of your new apartment when your phone rings.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, kiddo. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I am, actually. I'm settling in."

"Good, I'm glad. I don't wanna keep you on the phone for too long, but I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead, Dad. Anything."

"How would you feel about surprising your Mom for her birthday?"

"What kind of surprise?"

"I know you haven't been gone all that long, and I know it's kind of last minute, but, I was thinking you could come back to... be her gift? She really misses you, you know."

"I miss her too," you say softly, trying to keep your voice even. "I'll talk to Stella, see if we can figure something out. I'd really love to see you guys."

"We'd really love to see you too, sweetheart."

"I'll call you back later, when I've organised everything. Love you, Dad. See you soon, hopefully."

"Love you, kiddo. Proud of you, you know."

"I know," you smile. "I know."

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The journey always seems shorter when you know you're going home.

You make it back in record time, salty ocean breeze whipping through your hair as you cruise along the roads. You take a deep breath and sigh it out, relief filling your lungs. It's good to be back.

You can't let your Mom see you, so you head straight back to your apartment. Your Dad told you they're in the process of renting it out, but they haven't made much progress yet. For now, it's still yours.

You inhale the familiar scent, smiling gently. There's something so particular about the way a place smells when you feel like you belong there. It's like home and comfort and ease all rolled into one.

You unpack a little, folding your clothes and tucking them into the dresser. You told Stella you'd probably stay a few days, wanting to spend as much time with your family as possible. You're rifling through the refrigerator and thinking about a grocery list when there's a knock at your door.

You know who it is.

A feeling of relief washes over your body, tension melting from your shoulders. Your lungs fill easier, your breath falls deeper, everything is a little brighter, a little more colourful.

You open the door to be met with the sight of Bucky Barnes.

He's in work pants and a white t shirt that's stained with grease and oil, heavy boots on his feet. He must have come straight from the Garage.

He looks at you carefully, as if he isn't sure that you're real. You rake your eyes over his form, trying to drink him in. All the pictures you've taken and saved don't do him justice.

He exhales, beaming grin appearing on his face.

"You're here."

You can't help but smile back, his happiness spreading through you.

"I'm here."

Bucky rushes forward and scoops you into his arms, enveloping you completely. He wraps himself around you as he tucks you into his chest, his grip tight and unrelenting. You breathe him in, overwhelmed with emotion and sensation. You didn't realise how much you needed this. Three months is too long.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, slight shake in his voice. He's holding off tears. So are you.

"My Dad wanted me to surprise my Mom for her birthday. It's all a secret."

He smiles, before leaning down to capture your lips in a knee buckling kiss. A kiss that says I missed you. A kiss that says I need you. A kiss that says please don't leave me again.

"How did you know?" you whisper when you pull away for air.

"I felt it. I think I knew the moment you arrived back in town. Thought my mind was playing tricks on me, for a second. But there's no mistaking that feeling. I had to come and see for myself."

"We're getting pretty good at this whole soulmate thing, huh?" you laugh, unaware of the tears running down your face. "I missed you, Buck. So much."

"I missed you too," he murmurs, kissing you again. "Didn't think I was going to survive, some days."

"Me too. Do you know how many times I stood with my car keys in my hand, ready to drive back to you?"

He chuckles and then sniffles, emotion dripping down his cheeks.

"I did exactly the same thing. So many times."

You wrap your arms around his middle, reveling in the way he smells like gasoline and home.

"How long are you here for?" he murmurs, worried he'll disturb the peace.

"I'm not sure. A good few days, at least."

"Okay," he breathes. "I can do a few days. We can do a few days."

"Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't know, to be honest. It was all kinda last minute."

"It's okay, pretty thing," he mutters into your hair. "It was a nice surprise."

"You're coming tonight, right? To my Mom's party?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

You stay wrapped up in each other for a little while longer, savouring his warmth. He rubs absentminded patterns across the skin of your back, committing the softness of it to his memory.

"I should probably get back to work. I took off with no warning."

"You're the boss. You're allowed," you chuckle.

He laughs with you, and the sound lights up your nerves, illuminates your bones. It settles itself in the hollows of your ribcage, tangles itself in your heartstrings. It's like medicine.

"Can't wait to see you tonight," you whisper. "Wear something cute."

"I always do," he winks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Miss you already."

"Miss you more."

He looks at you, smiling.

"Man, we're the worst."

"Truly."

He kisses you once, twice, three times before finally leaving, reluctant to let you go. You spend the rest of the afternoon floating on air, relaxed and at ease. You haven't felt like this in a while.

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Your Dad sneaks you into the house through the side door, hiding you in the kitchen as he ushers your Mom through to the back yard.

It's decorated with floral garlands and streamers, flowers in vases covering the table he's set up. The golden, warm fairy lights illuminate the space, keeping it soft and intimate. He's been watching, carefully observing the way that she does things. He's recreated her party style perfectly.

There's a few of her closest friends waiting for her, gifts littering the spare chairs. Your Dad walks her outside, hands covering her eyes.

"Surprise!"

You watch through the door as your Mom gasps, grin on her face.

"Oh my God! You guys!"

She runs into your Dad, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I can't believe you managed to pull this off," she says in disbelief.

He sets her back down on the ground and kisses her gently.

"I got you something. I hope you like it."

That's your cue. You sneak out as quietly as possible, standing behind her.

"Happy Birthday, Mama."

She whips around to face you, shock written across her face. Her eyes well up, tears threatening to spill. Yours do the same, bottom lip quivering.

She throws her arms around you, tugging you into her.

"I'm so happy you're here, baby girl. I missed you so much."

"Missed you. You look beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you! Look at you, all sun kissed and glowy. You look so pretty, sweetheart."

You grin at her and she does the same back, your Dad beaming at your identical smiles.

"You're the best gift I've ever received. Then and now."

You're overwhelmed, suddenly, by the realisation that no matter what happens, no matter what life throws at you, no matter how many miles are between you - your Mom will always be in your corner. Your Dad will always be in your corner. Bucky will always be in your corner.

You think, for a moment, that despite everything, you might just be okay.

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The night goes off without a hitch.

You drink, you laugh, you sing. You and your Mom dance to ABBA, Bowie, Donna Summer. Your Dad joins in, and can't help but grin every time he watches his girls together.

What a life, he thinks. I'm the luckiest man in the world.

When everyone gets a little past tipsy, your Mom changes the music to something slower, jazzier, richer. Your Dad pulls her into his chest, holding her close as they move to the melody. You're sat at the table taking off your heels when Bucky slides into the seat next to you. He pulls your foot into his lap and undoes the strap, sliding the shoe off gently. He rubs his thumb into your sole, smirking when you groan.

"Have you been avoiding me tonight, pretty baby?"

His cheeks are flushed slightly, top few buttons of his shirt open. He's been drinking a little, his walls lowered more than usual.

"I have to."

"Oh yeah?"

"I feel like I'm gonna burst into flames every time you look at me," you whisper. "I kinda want to rip your clothes off, baby."

He groans at the nickname. You know exactly what you're doing.

"It only takes one look for a minute too long to figure out how I feel about you, Buck. They'll work it all out instantly."

"Dance with me," he murmurs suddenly. "Your parents are too busy staring into each others eyes. Come on, honey. One dance."

His big blue eyes bore into yours, and you know you're fucked. You're never going to be able to say no to him.

"One dance," you whisper.

He takes your hand and leads you to the decked area, brightened by the golden lights. Bucky slides a hand over your back, resting there carefully. You intertwine your fingers with his and step into him, embracing the warmth that rolls off his body.

I'll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday begins to play, and the two of you start to sway gently, eyes never leaving each others. Bucky pulls you in closer, and you melt into him. You don't care about the repercussions anymore.

Maybe it's the wine talking. Maybe it's something else.

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"That was close!"

Your Mom's giggling as your Dad holds her, having just saved her from tripping down the front steps. Everyone's giddy, both from drinking and from laughing.

"Sweetheart. Bucky. Come back for lunch tomorrow. Your Dad ordered too much catering, and we need help eating it."

"Mama, are you sure?"

"I want to see you as much as possible before you go, babygirl. You too, Buck. I feel like we don't see you as much as we used to."

"He'll be there," you reply before he can protest. "We'll carpool, and I'll bring a strawberry and cream tart that I made for you."

She kisses you on the cheek, your Dad leaning in to kiss the other side.

"Love you both."

"Love you," they say in unison, laughing and yelling jinx. "Get home safe, you two!"

"I'll take care of her," Bucky chuckles. "Always."

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"Why don't you see my parents much anymore?"

You and Buck are walking home along the sandy coastal path, fingers intertwined and sides pressed together. You look up at him, frowning slightly when he hesitates.

"Don't lie to me, James. I can feel it, remember."

You place a hand on your chest to remind him, and he nods.

"It's not the same here without you."

You weren't expecting the sincerity. It knocks you off balance a little.

You stop when you reach a wooden bench, sitting down and pulling him with you.

"So you're isolating yourself from the people who love you?"

He smiles, sadness rife in his eyes. Your tough guy act is crumbling.

"Not on purpose. It just kinda happened."

"You promised you'd talk to me, Buck. Especially if it got too hard. You need to accept support from people, or everything is going to come crashing down."

"I know. I know. But every time I go to their house, I'm expecting you to be there. Every time I go to the beach, I'm expecting you to be there. Every time I walk past your building, I'm expecting you to be there, waiting for me to pick you up. Even when I'm sailing, I can't stop thinking about that day we spent on the boat."

"The other day I had to make three batches of buttercream, because I messed up the first two. I was so distracted thinking about you that I split them both."

He laughs, then, wholehearted and genuine. You can't help but join him, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

"Bucky, you have to promise that you'll keep going, even without me. You have to see my Mom and Dad like you used to, you have to still sail and go to the beach. You can't put your life on hold for me."

He takes a deep breath, sliding an arm around your shoulders to pull you in closer.

"Okay. I promise."

You whip your head around to look at him.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that, honey. You're right. I've been waiting for you to come back, so I can start living again. But life is still happening, whether you're here or not."

"Wise words, wise man," you smile. "Not a minute goes by where I don't think of you. You know that, don't you?"

"I know. I feel it."

You watch as he brings your linked hands to his chest, placing them there. You rest your head on his shoulder, lulled into calm by the steady melody of his heart. You swear it beats to the rhythm of your name.

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The two of you can't bear the idea of separating, so Buck comes home with you.

"Have you got a blanket?" he asks as he's kicking off his shoes.

"I have. What for?"

"The couch."

You process for a moment before it clicks.

"You're not sleeping on the couch, Buck."

"No?"

"No. I want your ridiculous, radiator-like body heat in bed with me."

He smiles, all giddy and lopsided, before striding across the room to you. Cradling your face in his rough hands, he kisses you with fervour. He's making up for lost time.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling, smirking when he groans. He retaliates by grabbing your ass and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you through to your bedroom, lips never leaving yours.

Throwing you down onto the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head, watching you hungrily as you do the same with your dress. You're left in your underwear, leaving little to the imagination.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "Makes me want to cry."

You reach for him as he settles on top of you, your hand sliding along his stubbled cheek.

"I'm so glad you're feeling what I'm feeling," you whisper. "I'd think I was going insane otherwise."

Bucky kisses you again, before trailing his lips across your jaw, your ear, your neck. He's careful not to leave any marks, as much as he wants to. You glide your hands along the expanse of his shoulders, his back, his biceps. He's so strong, so broad. It makes you ache.

"So fuckin' pretty," he mumbles against your chest. "Like a goddamn dream."

You throw your head back as he attaches his mouth to your tits, nipping and sucking as he goes. Your hands are in his hair again, reveling in the way his groans vibrate through you.

Bucky slots his knee in between your legs as he kisses across your chest, smirking when you grind your hips into it. You chase the friction as best you can, moaning when it hits you just right.

"Needy baby. You don't want my fingers? My mouth? No? Just my knee?"

You nod, then shake your head. You're not sure what you're asking for, drunk on him already.

"Please, Buck. Anything."

"I'll give you whatever you want if you keep saying my name like that."

He makes quick work of pulling your underwear down your legs, swiping his fingers through your wet heat.

"Oh, fuck," he chokes. "Fuck, honey. Is this all for me? Hmm?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Yeah?"

"It's yours, Buck. I'm yours."

Bucky drops his head forward, bumping your nose with his.

"I think that's my favourite thing you've ever said," he mumbles against your mouth.

You reach up to kiss him, sucking his tongue before biting at his lips. You can't get close enough. Every inch of your skin is pressed to his, and you still want more.

Bucky crawls down the bed, situating himself between your legs. He nudges at you with his nose before diving in, lapping at you like a man starved.

You'd forgotten what people said about sex when you're Tethered, but it all comes back to you now. Everything is heightened, your senses on overdrive. It's like Bucky has the handbook to your body, and all he has to do is read the instructions the Universe has given him.

He's got you teetering on the edge in no time, right on the precipice. No ones ever made you feel like this. It feels like some sort of small miracle is happening, an otherworldly connection.

"Give it to me, honey baby," he murmurs into you. "Let me see how pretty you look when you come."

You tug at his hair as you reach your climax, the vibrations of his groan only prolonging your release. Bucky helps you ride it out, only ceasing his action when he's satisfied you're satisfied.

He rests his head against your thigh and looks up at you as you come down, breathing heavily.

"You good?"

"So good," you grin. "Never better."

"Me neither," he whispers, crawling up your body to kiss you again. You taste yourself and whine, desperate to feel closer to him.

"Need you," you demand against his lips. "Need you more than anything."

"I know, baby," he soothes as he smooths the hair back from your face. "Gonna give you everything you want. Anything in the world."

You're on the verge of tears again, completely overwhelmed. He's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. You think maybe you would, if he asked you to.

Bucky slides home in one gentle thrust, easy as breathing. The both of you exhale, savouring the moment. It's like nothing either of you have ever felt before.

You pull his face down to you, resting your foreheads against each other.

"Buck, I-"

"I know," he breathes. "Fuck, I know."

"Need you to move, baby."

He nods and kisses you sweetly, before pulling his hips back and gliding forward. The angle is just right, both of you keening.

"Fuck, honey. So pretty. So tight. Fuck."

Bucky sets a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. It's like he can read your mind, knowing exactly what you need. All you can say is his name as stars cloud your vision.

He slides his hand down your front, rubbing perfect circles on your clit with his fingers. You clamp down on him and he groans, low and gutteral.

"Need you to come, pretty baby," he whispers hoarsely. "Please. Waited so long for this. Please."

The desperation in his tone is what throws you into your release, muscles tensing and back arched. You grip his biceps, scratching your nails into his sun kissed skin.

Bucky can't hold on any longer, falling over the edge with you. The way he says your name as he does will be ingrained in your mind forever.

He drops his weight onto you entirely, no longer able to hold himself up. You wrap your arms around him, drawing absent minded patterns across his back. You're both sweating and panting. You're both completely content.

"Holy shit," he whispers after a while.

"You think it's gonna be like that every time?" you ask, grinning.

Bucky rolls off you and lands on the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest.

"Honey, just you wait. I've got moves you've never seen."

You snort, unable to hold in your laughter. You're floating on cloud nine, satiated and warm.

"You're the worst," you giggle, running your fingers over his abs gently.

The two of you stay intertwined for hours, enjoying the way your bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. You both drift in and out of sleep, conversing in the gaps. At some points, you just lay in silence, completely comfortable. No one needs to say anything. You both know what the other person is thinking.

Eventually, the sun rises, casting the room in a golden orange glow. Bucky looks like an angel, illuminated by the morning light. You wonder for a second if he is, sent down as a gift to you.

Suddenly, you feel an intense sadness in your chest. You look up at Bucky from where you lay across him, and see a single tear drip down his cheek.

"I don't want you to go."

The only sound that can be heard is his sorrow hitting the pillow.

"I don't think I want to go."

He strokes your hair softly, taking a deep breath to try and get a handle on his emotions.

"You have to, baby. It's your dream."

Your bottom lip wobbles for a second, before the words come spilling out.

"You're my dream."

Bucky sniffles, and you continue.

"I could have nothing, but I have everything if I have you."

You sit up and Bucky does too, capturing your lips in a tear stained kiss.

"We'll be okay, my honey girl."

You crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, letting his warmth bleed into your bones.

"I know," you say, unsure if you're trying to convince yourself or him.

You know you'll be okay. It just doesn't feel like it right now.

You wonder how many times you can keep leaving and coming back before one of your hearts breaks for good.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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you said we could spam you with requests??? AH you just opened up so many possibilities for me <3333 could you do a skz reaction for them showering w their s/o for the first time?? i love them sm <3 your work is amazing

stray kids reactions to showering with their s/o for the first time

genre: fluff, crack, suggestive

word count: 0.6k

warnings: cursing

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bangchan

he's the one to suggest it obviously. he will randomly say to you "hey, you wanna... save water with me?" and then laughs hysterically like the dork that he is. he will look at you with the biggest grin you've ever seen as he starts giggling at your reaction. of course you say yes to your boyfriend's cheesy request. he's so excited it's actually hilarious, he can't stop looking at you and touching you and smiling his head off. you can't help but adore him.

lee know

this little shit- okay so he will make flirty comments the whole time just for the sake of it. and also he will grab the shower head and run the shower cold only to point it at you because he loves CHAOS. you were expecting a peaceful shower time with your boyfriend? i'm sorry to break it to you but that ain't happening. i think you are much safer having a bath because he's fully relaxed and occupied with the bubbles <3

changbin

gosh, he's all over the idea for real. he can't stop grinning when you step in the shower with him, dork number 2. his hands are all over you, he can't even help it. from your hips to your back to running his fingers through your hair. he also loves it when you turn him around and massage his shoulders and back, because he needs it. the way your fingers kneed into his joints perfectly, in just the right way. the whole situation is like heaven to him.

hyunjin

honestly, he would've preferred to have a bath with you. he's a romantic guy, he likes the idea of you chilling in the tub together and enjoying each other's presence. but he is still excited about showering with you. he will be bossy though. he tells you to pamper him, wash his hair for him, and treat him like the prince that he is. which you happily oblige to, of course. and seeing the little smile on his face warms your heart more than anything else.

han

it's like the most casual thing in the world to him. some people would be flustered and shy about showering with their partner for the first time but NOPE. not hannie. he's a confident king. confident in himself and in you and in your relationship. without even asking you he's lathering shampoo in your hair and starts talking your ear off about the corrupt society we live in or about the cute pokemon key chain he found at the store yesterday. best shower ever.

felix

it's a very fluffy occasion for you both. like hyunjin, he would like to have a bath with you too, just to chill and relax, but he doesn't care either way, so long as he is with you >.< he will do your hair and essentially take care of you in any way you need him. so respectful and caring and gentle. after the shower, he loves to grab a massive, fluffy towel and envelope the both of you inside it <///3

seungmin

"hey, seungmin, you want to have a shower with me?" "why?" "because... it'll be fun?" "okay but whyyy?" "because... i want to?" "yeah, but why do you want t-" "seungmin!!" that's essentially how the conversation would go. he's just so confused about why you would want to have a shower with him. but once you finally get him in there, he sees why... you catch him staring at you and then looking away bashfully, avoiding eye contact altogether. he's acting like he did before he started dating you, and you find that adorable.

jeongin

is as bright as a tomato when you even suggest the idea. will take him about a whole-ass week for him to prepare himself mentally for this and when the time finally comes he is still not ready. he suddenly becomes very interested in the walls of the shower, the shower head, the shampoo and conditioner sitting on the side; basically keeping his eyes occupied on anything that isn't you.

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barbararomance · 2 years

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the accident, quackity!

synopsis! "and you know.. damn well, for you i would ruin myself.. a million little times." PAIN, MENTIONS OF KYS, HATE, STAN SLANDER, CC BEING BASHED FOR HAVING AN S/O, BE SAFE READING THIS IT LOWKEY DONT MAKE SENSE BUT ENJOY ILYSM

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you scrolled through your twitter feed using a private account and admired all the praise your boyfriend, quackity. gets from all his fans, you knew well he deserved each and every words of appreciation and admiration. he was currently lounging close by, possibly preparing for a stream. "hey babe, could you come help me real quick!" he called out and you quickly headed to his direction, you see he was struggling with setting up a few things making you chuckle "you should know this already, you kidding me?" you tease him. quackity pretended to be offended and you both burst into a fit of laughter together. "there you go, don't make a mess and have fun!" you say before sharing a good luck kiss with him. headed back to your phone, you felt uneasy. it was also hearable that your boyfriend was.. panicking? you were gonna head to where he was to check if he was alright but a notification popped up on your phone capturing your attention. it was a bunch of private messages... @/alexsversion: you're dating quackity?? @/mcytenjoyer420: bruh you're too ugly for quackity LEAVE KARLS HUSBAND ALONE @/quackityhqrealgf: hey didn't know i had an impostor @/gaggingondik: leave alex alone he's literally out of your league @/dweamygwoggy: literally kys

this was impossible, the two of you were absolutely careful. you closed your phone, wishing no longer to see the compilation of hurtful words his "fans" were spamming your main account. you headed to him and he was indeed talking to chat, you noticed he was nervously talking about.. you. he was publicly announcing his relationship.. with you.. no. he was so uncomfortable with it, he wasn't ready to show you to the world because he just wanted it to be the you two.. he just wanted you. you pulled up his stream silently while listening to him live, you read the chat and many of them were not too happy.. jealous.. angry.. barely anyone was supportive. @/getkrissedbozo: pls alex we know you don't get bitches @/quackitystan69: NOOOOOOOOO PLS SAY ITS A PRANK @/toofbruhsh: she kinda ugly for you @/karlnapitytruther: YOU CHEATING ON KARL AND SAPNAP WTF "yes i do have a girlfriend.. and i love her very much.." you looked at him heartbroken, it was a very beautiful moment of honesty. you watch him quickly end the stream and fall down on his knees in fear. you rushed to him and held him, you carefully brushed his hair and looked at him with worry.. "you didn't have to do that.. what happened?" you ask in a calm voice.. "i'm sorry y/n.. i accidentally started the stream when i asked for your help.. i panicked.. i told them about you.. i'm sorry.. i really wanted it to be more special.. i'm really sorry it had to be this way.. i'm sorr-" you kissed him to stop his worries. "don't be sorry alex, it's gonna be okay. we'll be okay.." you cooed as your foreheads touched in a loving second. "y/n.. espero que sepas que me arruinaría por ti. un millón de pequeñas veces."

#quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity angst #barbararomance wrote this!

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (ix)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, sex jokes, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety

Word count: 3.9k

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Somehow it bypasses Bucky’s spam folder and is in his primary email. SHIELD tech is too advanced to let fake mails like this reach him and this doesn’t make sense. Unless it was one of the stupid dating websites he signed up for.

Leaving aside the obvious typo in the subject, he clicks on it, hoping it doesn’t unleash a virus onto his computer.

He’s instead greeted with a poorly Photoshopped picture of you at a bar with a martini in your hand. He doesn’t have to look too hard to see that the martini is, in fact, an emoji. Off to a terrible start already.

Right beside it is an even worse image, an imitation of an early Internet chat box.

Harbinger of Doom just sent you a message!

Come to the empty lot near lair. Bring goggles. 😩💦

Decline/Accept

He wants to strangle you.

______

“Why did you curse my eyes so early in the morning?” He spots you at the top of the lair, speaking loudly so that it hopefully reached you.

“What?” you yell back down instead. “If you’re saying something, I can’t hear you.”

He rolls his eyes. He pulls his phone from his pocket and presses on your contact.

He watches the look of confusion morph into one of slight surprise when you reach into your pocket and pull out your call.

“Don’t ever send an image like that to me again,” he says directly.

“If that one image is too much for you, how will we ever make our sex tape?”

His mouth opens and shuts like goddamn fish.

He can hear your laughter even without the phone.

“First of all- stop laughing- first of all, a sex tape is never going to happen. Second of all, I have a debriefing to go to, we need to make this quick.”

He holds up a finger when he sees you begin to say something. By the look of trouble painted all over your face, he knows it’s going to be a dumb innuendo.

“Thirdly, why are you standing there?”

“I watched The Last Airbender,” you say once your cackling dies down.

“I like that show.” He did. Peter sometimes watched it when he came over and Bucky more often than not joined in.

“I know, you told me.”

Oh.

“Okay, what now?”

“Put your goggles on.” You take one step towards the ledge.

“What are you doing?” The goggles don’t do anything to shield him from the sun, considering that they’re not tinted. Maybe he could invest in those.

You send him a smile, taking a step further. His walk towards the building turns into a jog, then a sprint when you’re basically standing on the edge.

You spread your arms out like Jesus Christ himself before flinging yourself off the building. His stomach drops.

His phone falls to the ground, discarded to the side as he sprints to break your landing.

It never comes.

Instead, a gust of wind smacks him in the face, forcing him a few steps backwards.

“I am now an air bender.” your eyes shone. “Kind of.”

Just like that, the show was ruined.

He wipes the dust on from his glasses that he now understands why you made him wear. Considerate, for a person who nearly just gave him a heart attack.

“Why.” It’s not even a question, just a statement.

“You know how the Tower has a giant ‘A’ on the side?”

He stares at you.

“I‘m gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of it.”

Pepper would not like that.

“That’s not even evil.”

“Yeah, but it’d annoy your super friends,” You do a flip midair, testing out the repulsors that were tied around your palms, “and I’m the voice of the people.”

You’re too high for him to reach. He doesn’t have his tools, or anything useful on him considering that he never had to use them before. He couldn’t even launch himself at you from the side of the building because you’d just move out of the way. He could jump really high but it would just have the same consequence.

He could talk and keep you distracted but that worked once, it wouldn’t again. At least not for long.

Fuck, he really had only one option.

He leaves you to do your somersaults and turns, walking over to where he dropped his phone. It’s an upgrade from the brick he was using a while ago, but not a high end Stark model. A smartphone, but barely.

He sighs, punching in the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you yell from above him.

“Go back to your shitty aerobics,” he yells back.

You pause for a second. “Was that a fucking pun, James Bar-”

The dial tone ends when someone picks up. He diverts his attention back to the call.

“Hey man, I-

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“It’s probably something stupid,” Sam doesn’t even sound annoyed, just uninterested.

“I need your wings.”

“I was right. Bye.”

It was a long shot anyway.

“Fuckin’ hold on a second.” He sees you disintegrate a concrete block by having it drop from the air. “You come here and fix this, then. She’s air bending now.”

“...like Avatar?” Sam unsurprisingly got the reference.

Peter’s interests were usually shared by everyone in the Tower, just because they had to compensate for the teasing he had to endure. It led to a lot of geeky documentaries and occasional musicals. Bucky wouldn’t be caught dead humming songs from Thoroughly Modern Millie under his breath.

“Yeah.”

“You want me to come and fight your girlfriend,” he says slowly.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bucky urges, “and yes, I need help. Can’t exactly reach her when she’s twenty feet above me.”

“We have a briefing in 30 minutes. Why did you even go there today?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. Just looks up at you smacking one of the repulsors against your thigh when it sputters for a second. It’s tradition.

“Well?” Bucky ignores his question.

“Fine,” Sam’s voice is distant for a second as he agrees. “Clint’s asking if he can come too.”

“Fuck no.” One of them was more than enough and Sam was way better at negotiation.

He hears a faint profanity from who he assumed was Clint before the call cuts.

He takes a seat on the ground and waits.

“You’re not going to make any effort to stop me?” You have your arms pressed to your side, palms pointed downwards to keep you afloat.

“I could just throw things at you again.” He makes a mention towards the small pebbles.

“I will fuck you up if you even try,” you warn. He lifts his arms in surrender. “So that’s it. You’re just going to sit there.”

“To be honest, I couldn’t care less if you painted the building,” he says with the least amount of interest he could muster, not that that was very hard.

“Do you not like your team?”

“I do.” He isn’t lying. “But they’re little shits.”

“I can draw a couple of dicks on their window, no problem,” you say offhandedly.

He looks up at you through his fingers. “That won’t be required.”

Although it was appreciated.

“Cool, so then I’m gonna go.” You make a mention of the utility belt on your waist. He looks at the many spray cans that decorate it.

“What colour are you going with?” he interrupts quickly. Fuckin’ Sam. What was the point of wings if he couldn’t get here in 2 minutes?

“Red, probably.” You look down. “I got purple and white just in case.”

“Building’s dark, red is good.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” You lower yourself down to the ground, a few feet ahead of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” For fucks’ sake, Sam. “You really don’t like superheroes, do you?”

“I don’t have anything against them.”

“Then why do you do this every week?”

This was wading into personal territory and he did not like it.

“Well.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Because I want to. It’s fun.”

“No other reason?”

“Do I need to have another reason?” You push your palm downwards, sending you back up into the air. “Can’t I just be evil because I want to?”

“Sure,” he says. He’s heard worse reasons. “Why not?”

“Besides, if you think I don’t like superheroes then you should meet Jake.”

“Who’s Jake?” He hadn’t ever heard you mention him before because he’d remember if you had.

“My roommate.”

“I didn’t see him when I came over.”

“That’s because we’re not conjoined at the hip.” It takes you a second to stabilise. “Besides, he grabbed the water while I got the bracelet but he refused to come say hi.”

Bucky looked down at his wrist. It was still there. He found himself fidgeting with it more often than not.

“He hates superheroes?”

“He has a valid reason.” Your eyes widen in worry when your head suddenly dips.

“What is it?” He knows the height at which you’re at isn’t very dangerous but if need be, he’s close by.

“Come find out.” Your eyes shone mischievously. “But yeah, no reason for me to be evil.”

“Not even a tragic backstory?”

“None. But if you want it, I can give you one, Barnes.” You test the waters, seeing how long you can lie horizontally. “Can’t promise you’ll like it though.”

“Try me.” He has time to kill. He’s a good listener.

“Well, it all started with my family- a troop of gorillas.” You flip over to lie on your back. “They practically raised me, they did. Until my gorilla mother died and I was all but consumed by grief and-”

“Your mother was a gorilla?” He entertains the notion.

“Or was it my father?” you ask thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met a-”

“Just to clarify, none of this is real, right?” he interjects.

You stare at him. He stares at you.

“Bucky, that’s the plot of Tarzan,” you say slowly, “or at least whatever I remember of it... which I’m beginning to realise isn’t much.”

“Just clarifying.” He leans back again.

“Anyway so then when my mother, the deer-”

“Gorilla.”

“Whatever. Was killed, I escaped to some place-”

“Where?”

“Somewhere. And I stayed with these seven men-”

“Why seven?” He actually remembers watching this movie with his sister when it came out. An early memory, a bit faded. He remembers how long he saved up for the ticket.

“Because character development. And then I realised the reason my life was so weird was because there was a rat controlling me by pulling on my hair-”

“What the fuc-”

“If you ask any more questions, I’m going to stop.”

Bucky blinks at you. “So that’s your backstory.”

“Raw and uncut, baby.”

“Just to get this straight, your mother, the gorilla deer-”

“Witch.”

“Huh?”

“She was a witch who stole my hair.”

“Wha-”

He’s interrupted by the giant shadow cast by something that flies overhead.

Fucking finally.

He doesn’t even have to look up. Sam does a small glide to the ground, landing gracefully beside him.

Bucky finds you speechless but straightened up from your earlier posture.

“Buck,” Sam greets him.

“Sam,” he says in return, getting up from his place.

A grin spreads across your face. “Mr. Sam Wilson. No way.”

“You’re Y/N, I’m assuming?” Sam offers, posture relaxed. He clearly wasn’t here to fight.

“The one and only.” You tear your eyes away from Sam to glare at Bucky. “Barnes, if you had told me we were expecting guests, I would have dressed better.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows in suspicion at you. You’d dress up for Sam.

You dressed up like a suburban tourist dad for him. He was feeling the offence incoming.

“Can’t count on him to be useful in any situation.” Alright, he did not call Sam just to have the both of you team up against him.

“Normally I’d agree with you but he did just invite you here, so...” you trail off, looking at Sam expectantly.

What the shit.

Sam smirks. Bucky switches rapidly back and forth between the both of you.

“I see why Buck keeps coming back every week.” It doesn’t take long for him to catch on, enlisting a feeling of triumph from you.

“I can’t see why he doesn’t just stay at home everyday if this is the view.” You gesture to him.

This is not what Bucky wanted.

“Okay,” Bucky interrupts, “what is going on here?”

“Pure chemistry, I’d say.” You’re half tempted to bite your lip to seal the deal.

“I agree.” Sam just nods, completely and utterly serious.

You think that you’ll give him a gift basket just for playing along despite meeting you for the first time at that moment.

“Get a room.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe we will.” You tap your finger against your lip in thought. “How do you feel about Indian food, Sam?”

“Very positively.”

Bucky grits his teeth. “If you’re not planning to spray paint the Tower, can you just hand over the repulsers so we can go home for the day?”

You let out a small tsk in disapproval. “See what I have to deal with?”

“Can’t imagine how you do it every weekend,” Sam says dryly, not wasting a second in replying.

“Hello?” Bucky waves his arm around. “She’s the villain here.”

“Your face is the villain here.” You tear your eyes away from Sam only to glare at him. “He won’t even wear a cape. Why am I the only one who brings their A-Game every week?”

“Sam just get the damn-”

“You should wear a cape, man.” Bucky’s absolutely sure that even Sam knows it’s a ridiculous idea.

“I’m not wearing a fuckin’ cape,” he grumbles.

“What are your thoughts on swords, then?” Your finger finds a place under your chin in deep contemplation. “You’d look great with a sword.”

Bucky buries his face in his palms. “Sam, for the love of God.”

“Okay, alright.” Sam finally gives in with a small chuckle. He runs a few steps to get a small head start before launching himself into the air, whizzing past your levitating figure. He does a neat little flip midair before matching your height.

Showoff.

“How difficult are you gonna make this, Wilson?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky exhales, looking at the both of you through his goggles.

“What’s your play here?” Sam calls out loudly.

“Was gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of the Tower.”

“After the ‘A’?”

“After the ‘A’,” you confirm.

“Now that’s too small,” Sam tutted. “You gotta think bigger. Paint the whole Tower.”

“Sam!” Bucky looks horrified.

“Hmm.” You look like you’re considering it. “Don’t have enough paint for that though.”

“You’re an evil genius, right?” Sam casts a small glance at Bucky. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“You talk about me?” You grin at the disgruntled man on the ground.

“I don’t,” he mutters, shaking his head. A lie.

“Yeah, so build something,” Sam points out. “Get some more paint. I’ll even tell you the best vantage points to spill it.”

“No, he won’t,” Bucky shouts from below.

“He’s just cranky because he didn’t get his prune juice this morning, ignore him,” Sam dismisses him.

Prune juice? He was a young 100, not ancient.

“What’s your favourite colour, Falcon?”

“I like red.”

As annoyed as Bucky is right now, he stores that away in his memory for later. He also knows Sam loves seafood and a good pair of shoes.

“A couple of gallons of red paint it is, then.” You lower yourself to the ground, Sam slowly follows suit until he lands beside Bucky.

“You know we can’t let you go without taking those, right?” Bucky tilts his head towards your invention.

You narrow your eyes at him. He doesn’t budge.

“I’ll tell ya what,” Sam pipes in instead. “I’ll keep them until you finish getting the paint and once you’re done, we’ll make an evening out of vandalising the Tower.”

Bucky may not enjoy his company all that much but he admires Sam’s diplomacy. Of course, you would never make it this easy while reasoning with him.

“That a promise, Mr. Wilson?” You raise your eyebrow at him questioningly but are already in the process of removing the things from your hand.

“Wouldn’t ever lie to you, doll.” He holds up his hand in a mock swear.

You walk towards Bucky and him, rotating your wrists to get rid of the soreness. “Bold claim for a man who met me ten minutes ago.”

“Feels like it’s been longer.” He sends you a wink and you can’t stop the laugh the escapes from you finally.

Bucky holds his hand out for the gadgets. You shrink away from him with a click of your tongue.

“Technically, he takes this round.” You send a nod towards Sam, dropping off the repulsors into his hand. “So he gets it.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You gonna keep ‘em safe?” you ask Sam, this time a little more earnestly.

“Guard it with my life,” he says seriously, pressing his lips together in a line to avoid smiling.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Bucky cuts in.

“You’re going to be late.” Sam tucks the devices into his pocket safely. “You know how Steve gets when people walk in on his speeches. Do you even have a ride?”

“Got the motorcycle.”

“See you there.” Sam nods.

“Save me a place,” Bucky says to him.

“No.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

“Still holding you to that evening, Sam.” You send him a smile.

“I’m countin’ on it.” He gives you a small three finger salute before taking off, leaving you staring after his retracting figure.

When the dust settles, Bucky awkwardly clears his throat. “Right. So that was that.”

“Dude,” you let out an exhale. “he’s so hot.”

He murmurs something unintelligible. It vaguely sounds like a series of threats but mostly a list of complaints.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?” You turn your attention back to him.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to be late?” You glance at the clock on your phone.

“I’ll just tell them I was on a mission.” Well, sort of. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Kick me out?”

“Fair enough.” You shrug. “Have a safe ride back.”

From what he knows of you and Sam, the both of you were kidding around. But he could never be too sure. He can’t even ask if you were serious about the entire thing because it’s none of his business.

Were the implications of having his mortal nemesis and other mortal nemesis date important enough to overrule that?

“Are you planning to skip your meeting, or?” you ask when he remains freezes in his spot, eyes glazed over like he’s thinking about something. “Because if you are, I know this great Thai place-”

“Don’t do that again,” he says instead, shaking his head to jolt him out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“Flinging yourself off roofs like that.”

“Why?” Because it scared the hell out of him, for one.

“Just don’t.”

“Oh please, like you’ve never done dangerous shit like that before.” You narrow your eyes at him, reading his face. “Are you telling me you care about me?”

“No.” His nose twitches. “Just don’t throw yourself off buildings when I’m around.”

“What about when you’re not?”

“As long as I’m not there to witness it.” He shrugs, spinning on his heel to leave. Technically he preferred if you didn’t do things like that at all.

“Fine. I’ll just have my clone try out all the dangerous stuff for me.”

He stops in his tracks. “You have a clone?”

“Well,” You squint, “no. But I’m working on it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Bye Y/N.”

“You know, it sounds an awful lot like you’re saying we’re friends.” Your whole demeanour changes and he already knows what’s coming.

“I never said that,” he argues vehemently. “All I said was that I can’t have your murder on my hands.”

“Thus implying that we’re friends. In a fucked up, enemies kind of way.” You positively beam at him. “Aw, Barnes, that’s adorable.”

Adorable? Adorable?

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too, bestie,” you gush, dumb grin on your face. “I’ll make us friendship rings next time. What are your thoughts on matching tattoos?”

He wants to cry.

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By the time Sam walks into the meeting room, the session’s already begun. He shoots an apologetic look to a monologuing Steve before taking his place at the nearest chair available.

Something sharp pokes his thigh. His wings are off and in the backpack beside him, but then he remembers your little inventions that were still in his pocket.

He tries not to make much of a noise while he pulls them out, giving them a look over to make sure they’re not broken.

“Watcha got there, Big Bird?” Tony asks lowly from beside him.

“Something that Barnes’ enemy made.” Sam holds it up slightly.

“The one he’s been rendezvousing around town with every weekend?”

“That’s her.” He’s about to put it in his backpack when Tony stops him.

“Pass that here for a second.” He recognises it immediately for what it is, interest piqued.

Sam hands one of them over while he puts the other back in the bag. It’s a metallic circle, not bigger than Tony’s palm, with a thick leather strap to tie it around your palm.

“She made this?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Sam mentions towards Bucky who silently slips into the conference room, standing in the corner near the potted plant since there were no more chairs left.

“The balance has gotta be off on this thing,” he mutters to himself, wholly ignoring the brooding man standing in the corner like a Christmas tree.

“She seemed to be manoeuvring it fine,” Sam catches the eye of a lower ranking agent who makes the mistake of glaring at him for talking while the meeting was going on. A few seconds later the agent hastily looks away and doesn’t turn around for the rest of the hour.

“Could be better.” He uses a much more intricate model for his suits, although this isn’t even half-bad for a homemade version. “Do you know how long she took to make this?”

“Buck says she comes up with a new one every week, so I’m guessing that long.”

It had a few glitches but it was incredibly refined for a week’s worth of work.

“Interesting.” He gives it a quick overlook before handing it back to Sam who drops it into the bag.

He casts a swift glance at Bucky, noting how he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting but rather to whatever he had tied around his metal wrist, fidgeting with it with his thumb.

Tony has an idea.

And that was generally bad news.

Next part

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stick-zac · 2 years

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I posted 13,283 times in 2021

195 posts created (1%)

13088 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 67.1 posts.

I added 564 tags in 2021

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#saw - 29 posts

#witherskeleton - 14 posts

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#probably a few more names i don't remember this was 6 years ago

My Top Posts in 2021

Something from today #2071 + #2072

Something from today #2071 Me: Billy give me one second @oh-hi-there-im-the-doctor: One Me: Is your name Billy? Oh-hi-there-im-the-doctor: ...yes

Something from today #2072 Me: Legally I have to insult you Classy-stars: No, you really don't

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Something from today #2123 + #2124

Something from today #2123

Me: How are you feeling?

@classy-stars and @oh-hi-there-im-the-doctor at the same time: Angry

Something from today #2124

Me: Do you buy infant or kid sized?

Classy-stars: I buy adult clothes >:(

5 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 13:17:59 GMT

Something from today #2300

@classy-stars: I wanna romance Nihlus

Me: He was around for a whole 10 minutes

Classy-stars: Does it look like I care?

Me: I see you have a thing for psychopaths with a god complex

@xxminie: because it turns me on when they lose everything and act like little manchildren about it

Me: I respect that

Minie: No you fucking don't

Me: Haha yeah

Friend: *Makes an incest joke*

ME: FRIEND!

Friend: Oh so everyone can make an incest joke but me

Me: I guess you're built differently

Mum: I am. Better and more superior than you

Me: I know you based this OC off of [Famous internet celebrity]

Classy-stars: ...Pffft. Bold unfounded accusations

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Something from today #2183 + #2184

Something from today #2183

@oh-hi-there-im-the-doctor: You look like you're about to mug someone

Me: That's the idea. Never know when I might need to

Oh-hi-there-im-the-doctor: WHEN WOULD YOU NEED TO MUG SOMEONE?!

Me: In case I need money for my Myki

Oh-hi-there-im-the-doctor: Just don't tap on

Me: That's illegal

Oh-hi-there-im-the-doctor: AND MUGGING ISN'T?!

Me: Assault is illegal. Kindly suggesting someone hand over their money isn't

Something from today #2184

@classy-stars: @xxminie punched my PC :(

Me: You have a very punchable PC

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Your writing is amazing! Like honestly! ✨ Can I request some yuki dating headcanons like with an s/o. If not I understand have a great day! 😊

thank you so much ♡ can i just say i love your support and enthusiasm for my writing 🥺 i always see you liking/replying to my posts and i am In Love With You i swear *thousands of hearts* thank you for everything~ but yes, of course! one super soft yuki hc coming up right away!!!

summary: yuki was yours and only yours, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew

author’s note: this was so sweet, it gave me multiple cavities! i’m sorry if it’s awkward, i’m not too experienced in the art of ~ love ~ even though i’m such a hopeless romantic! hope this was cute enough :D

i hope everyone knows relationships don’t make you whole, you are your own person. your s/o can help you improve to be the best version possible, but you are just as unique and interesting as an individual, never forget that ♡

word count: 1,803

music: Q&A – seventeen ft. ailee, hold your hand – lee hi

couple outfits.

🌻👘 rurikawa yuki

yuki didn’t just date anybody, let’s make that clear. in fact, yuki never dated anyone before you!

yuki liked you, so, so much. before he said anything, it physically hurt him to be so distracted by your presence when he had so many responsibilities

(it also hurt tenma when backstage, yuki forgot what he was doing and didn’t look where the needle was going when he became too entranced)

(“you idiot! stop staring at them for one second!” tenma yelped, not seeing yuki’s embarrassed blush before the two got caught in a petty argument once again. obviously, you had to play peacemaker)

but yuki was scared every time you looked at him and saw your stupid smile. you seemed so happy around him, and yuki could tell the signs before you even knew

you had to like him romantically, your hugs lingered and personality was made of sugar only around him

you were so obvious, you liked him and he was scared of messing everything up. it was so rare to find a good friend like you, was it worth it to risk everything?

before he even knew it, yuki was preparing a rejection because no person could come between him and his work (at least, that’s what he tried to reason it with)

but every time you looked at yuki, with all the affection in the world, he didn’t have the heart to say it

maybe, yuki didn’t want to say something he didn’t believe in

so the best solution was if he avoided the topic, you guys would be friends forever and nothing would have to go wrong

so when he confessed out of no where, yuki slapped his hands over his own mouth because he was such an idiot (for once)

you two were buying fabrics for the next mankai production, yuki happily browsing the store with the increased budget

yuki practically pulled you to the secluded corner, convincing you the store’s hidden gems were always in the piles of boxes about to be donated

when you found a discarded silk scarf hidden amongst the mixture, you looped it around your own neck and pretended like you were ali–baba, reciting the lines from water me! to get his attention

(you helped yuki practice his lines in the script so you were practically an understudy)

yuki already started ignoring your ridiculous tactics, about to tell you to shut up and help him find the perfect material when he turned around—you had it!

yuki rushed forward, unintentionally pulling you in close as he inspected the fabric’s qualities, not realizing how you were invading his personal space

“how did you even find this, you must be my...” yuki stumbled on his words, looking up to see you staring at him with such unmasked fondness, it made him become flustered

“your what?” you questioned, playfully smiling as you leaned forward, causing yuki to automatically pull back

(silly yuki! he forget he still had a death grip on the scarf as you followed him forward, holding out your arm on the wall nearby to prevent you two from falling)

yuki flinched, expecting the impact of the ground but opened his eyes to see you were leaning over him and was trapped between your arms

a beat of silence passed. yuki was about to let go before you moved in closer, innocently tilting your head as you had a cat–like cheshire grin

“tell me i’m yours, yuki~” you giggled, watching the way his face immediately turned red. any other person, he’d push off without a doubt. but he liked that you teased him so much, that you were so affectionate and open to him

yuki wish he didn’t like you so much

he knew you were joking, but,

yuki really did like you so much

“you’re mine. i want you to be mine.” yuki admitted, his expression forming one of shock as if he couldn’t believe what he said. how could he just confess that?! yuki shut his mouth, still against the wall as you blinked once. twice.

it didn’t take long before you fell back from laughter, bruising yuki’s ego as he crossed his arms and looked away, embarrassed

this is what he got for trying to be spontaneous and “in the moment”. yuki didn’t know what to expect, was he ready for this?

wait... what if he’s been reading all the signs wrong? oh my god, what if you didn’t even see him that way?!

“aish... don’t laugh... you’re so—” yuki felt the scarf get yanked around his wrist like a lasso and before he could react, it was you who pulled him in close this time

his hands landed on your shoulders, trying to balance himself but you kept him steady, putting your arms around his waist as you grinned like a little kid

“i like you, too.” you confessed, overwhelmed with happiness as yuki felt the same

yuki smiled and closed the distance, feeling like you two were in your own world

the fabric store was forever his favorite now, because it was the place he 1. found the perfect silk material for a costume (every time), 2. kissed you for the first time, and 3. had his first relationship start

from that point forward, you two entered a relationship full of mutual respect, care, and even love later on

(yuki said it first, surprisingly enough. but this time, it was on purpose)

yuki fantasized about being the dream couples he saw online in his pinterest board, reblogging couples outfits and creating a private folder he gazed at every once in a while

when you discovered this, you intentionally showed up wearing the same color scheme as yuki and the rest was history

once yuki saw you were just as excited and giddy to appear as a couple, yuki put his sewing skills to work as he made custom pieces he knew you’d love

you name it, you probably got it: matching berets with your signature color, pretty hair ribbons and bows, and for anniversaries/special events, yuki would work day and night to craft the outfit of your dreams

yuki loved expressing his affection through gifts because it was personally difficult to say he liked you without sounding like his default sarcastic state

every day was valentine’s day, by the way

so showing up with a huge, perfectly wrapped box or bag with colorful tissue paper that always correlated with the gift wasn’t out of the norm, yuki loved spoiling you~ (lucky you!)

if yuki saw something in the window on his way home that reminded him of you, he bought it without a second thought and watched your eyes lit up (so worth his empty wallet)

if yuki found a teddy bear that was the embodiment of all things soft and lovely, it was already at your door step with a handwritten letter he would never admit to writing

everything that made him happy started reminding yuki of you (you had to directly tell him to stop to prevent him from going broke)

any time yuki went out shopping, he took you because he liked seeing what your interests and dislikes were

yuki was very thoughtful and considerate, always paying attention to how you reacted to certain things outside of the fashion world as well

but you also watched him closely as well, and it allowed yuki to reveal his more vulnerable, insecure side when he found out you didn’t judge him and even, understood him

you also practiced doing couple’s PDA with him when you noticed how scared he got

you would initiate hand–holding, hugging, and doing small things like bending down to tie his shoes or any ribbon he had on his outfit; just casual contact to get him used to gentle touches that were more than just friendly now

it took a while, but yuki started returning the favor by fixing the accessories in your hair and even wore this tacky tenma bracelet you bought for him as a gag gift

(he hated it and the way tenma looked like some egotistical maniac, but it made you laugh every time. it was worth it) (maybe tenma’s dumb face was good for something)

it was also nice to hear genuine, real compliments everyday. you make it your goal to remind yuki of the small details you loved on his outfit, or how soft his hair was, and the way he presented himself just to show your attention was all his when you two were together

yuki would grow to trust you with his whole heart, feeling his own heart become candy because you were just so sweet

you stole his heart and never gave it back, and it was lovely to know you were taking great care of it and truly treasured him for him

between the two of you, you taught yuki how to trust and rely on other people despite his independent complex as he often put on a strong front

yuki would go to you first if he had a problem, which was hard at first but he got into the habit because he wanted to show you he cared

yuki would text you frequently asking about your day (newsflash, he actually does want to know) and would send you updates of any piece he was working on

you understood yuki prioritized his seamstress career and always proudly spammed his social media posts with heart emojis and adoring compliments

(he always had to hide and cover his face with his hands because he was so grateful you were so proud) (he never told you that, though)

even though he’d instantly get flustered and tried to deny them, you helped him believe them more and more everyday until he could confidently take anything on in the world

(“if my partner thinks it’s cute, i’m cute!” yuki loudly said to the mirror, hearing your laugh the next room over. oops)

you guys didn’t have to talk every single day, though, don’t get me wrong. you two always wanted the best for each other and defined healthy boundaries to allow both of you to flourish and prosper!

yuki, at first, always apologized for spending time on certain projects but you never accepted them, instead encouraging him even more and praising his work ethic

yuki still sent you links throughout the day of things to try and cute outfits he’d love to see you in

it was so thoughtful that throughout the day, you were always on his mind even if he was busy

but no matter what, you two always supported one another through your endeavors and did everything 100% with each other’s best interests at heart

you really liked yuki, and he liked you back just as much, maybe even a little more

(okay, definitely a lot more)

#rurikawa yuki #yuki rurikawa #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! headcanons #act! addict! actors! headcanons #mankai a3!#mankai company #a3! x reader #a3 x reader #yuki x reader #a3! yuki #a3 yuki

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seoultraveller · 3 years

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I was just about to go to bed when you sent the reply but it made me smile before falling asleep🥰

Okay so I went and did some quick research on my Libra sun and Pisces moon and I’m just shocked- https://i.thehoroscope.co/libra-sun-pisces-moon-an-instinctive-personality/ -it’s just ??? so me!!! It’s crazy wow. The accuracy-

Your reblog on that Seonghwa timestamp had me smiling, it was so sweet🥺 Thank you for reading it again!! It really was a beautiful saying, right??<3

Noooo poor yuyu ;((( I already planned for a happy ending with reader and Yunho so don’t worry😌🥰 maybe Yunho and reader will be a little hurt but nothing bad though!! Your poor heart😭 Yunho is your soft spot so cute🥺 he truly is the best so~

Exactly a bit of angst never hurts ;)) I’ll do my best in not spoiling anything GAHAHA😂 It relives me that you can be patient tho!! Ahhh you did see those messages HAHAG yeah I really wanted to spoil and Ash had to tell me not to🤣🤣 No but literally the desire to spoil was bubbling from within WHEW ! I just have the urge to share it with you but I will hold off hehe

I’m not sure how great I am in building up angst, but I’m really trying to make this a bit heart-wrenching LOL so- sorry not sorry??😬😂 it does got some fluff though!!

Mhmm! I know stealing of other ideas doesn’t happen often, but I just wanted to take the precaution y’know

AHH I love it shhdhf🤣🥰 I’ll welcome you in stalking my page HAHAHA :P omg righttttt!!! I was looking real good this weekend just saying😏🤣

Ah ofc ofc🥺🥺 I hope you had a good birthday, and the least I could do was wish you a happy one<3

Okay I’m definitely doing another spam with pictures of your boys hehehehe

Well, at least I am happy to be able to make you smile before sleeping !! ☺️

I just read through it quite quickly and, yes, you do seem quite balanced. “...don’t know how to hate or hold a grudge.” I cannot relate! You’re good! I’m holding onto something that happened to me when I was 7 😂. But overall 🥺 artistic and instinctive. Reading the whole page got me all soft it’s such a sweet description of your combination of signs. 🥰💕

WOW!! The San pic caught me off-guard, but I welcome it with open arms!! 😂 I miss that kind of hair on him. I know that they go through periods of constantly changing concepts, styles, and hair colors but I- black haired San was a different man for me. Although, I did bias him all throughout “I’m the One” promotions.

It definitely set the mood. Perfect for me to fall asleep to right after reading. I went to start reading the Wooyoung piece that you wrote but fell asleep quite quickly. As in, before I got to the content... I think I fell asleep on the word count. I guess my body just needed to recover from all the cake I had on Saturday. Yeah~ you really must have a good group of insightful friends. ☺️😁

He truly is my soft~ spot 🥺 I don’t even know how it happened, but it did. 🙃🥰 I am glad that Yunho and reader will have a happy ending. It’s what’s deserved!!!

I’m super excited for it, especially after that KD performance, but keep all the details to yourself until you release it!!! I’m mad excited to read it. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 Oh! I also understand why you’re taking the precaution, don’t worry about it.

Make me cry! I’ll prepare myself. 🤧😭🙃 lol😂😂😂😂😂

GO GIRL! Flaunt what you got! 🛍🎀🎁🌹🌷💅 I support it. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

🥺🥺 Thank you, again 🥺🥺 💗💕💖

AHHHHHH!!!!!! I remember using that San one for one of my selca days!!! 😳😬 & Wet haired Yunho is a whole cultural reset. I would say take it back, but no~ I want it! I want him!! Yuyu 🐶💙🐶💙🐶 San-Hwa in all white!!! 🙃🙃🙃 I’m going through it! Whenever they style Hwa’s hair like that (top-right) I just want to collapse. That is a look. THAT IS HIS LOOK! and no-one can tell me otherwise! And peachy pink Yunho was I think his best hair color (outside of brown, because I am a dark haired Yunho enthusiast).

That picture spam was so needed 😭😍🥰😩🙏🏾 Bless your soul! Thank you!!

(Me because of that picture spam)

#seoultraveller responds #thorsdreams asks #thorsdreams #dee asks 💝#TMI but * how badly do I want to make out with Yunho on a scale of 1-10? 15***

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kepttogetherwithasmile-blog · 4 years

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i live by myself, mostly because i have severe anxiety and i feel like if i had a roommate they would want to strangle me.. :/i also have insomnia so i sleep incredibly off hours.. i’ve been drinking a LOT of yogi relaxed mind tea.. who else? lol.. anyway this is really weird and hard for me because i haven’t used this tumblr in years. i started it about 10 years ago when i was living at my mom’s because my anxiety had gotten so bad i couldn’t work. in the beginning of living with her, i could barely gather enough energy to get off the couch to eat. someone had suggested tumblr, so i made one and reblogged a bunch of stuff for a while, i mean, i had nothing else to do.. after seeing several doctors and seeing my family all the time, a little over a year later i was doing better enough that i could move back on my own. i haven’t even thought about tumblr in a long time.. but i’ve been seeing all the wonderful posts people have been sharing on twitter.. which is my best friend, besides my cats, for entertainment. i just wanted to say, how thankful are we for our pets during this time?? mine keep me sane. they are the only reasons i get out of bed. right now i’m living in nyc, things were going ok..until recent happenings, but i don’t think i need to explain that.. :/ i wish i could be including emojis but i’m writing this on my laptop and i don’t see an option for that.. i can’t get the app on my phone cuz the software is too old to download it.. i looked LOL.. so many of us new yorkers are unemployed and we were hoping they could reach some kind of rent freeze agreement, to help everyone out, but so far nothing. i see post after post about how are we going to pay our rents? i wish i had an answer. this is something no one could have prepared for. i was fired from my job a few days before christmas, without reason or warning. OVER TEXT MESSAGE. thats right. this guy was something else, as much as i didn’t like working for such a jerk, the money was ok. i didn’t file for unemployment right away because i was supposed to start another job in the end of february, and i was like ok so it’s just a little break, no big deal.. well it turned into a big deal. i wasn’t able to start the other job, since the majority of the city has been closed down. i applied for unemployment recently, but don’t know if i will be accepted because they asked the last time worked, and obviously i wasn’t going to lie so i put december, i feel like they’re only taking people that lost their jobs in the last month or two.. i haven’t heard anything back from them yet. i have 5 sisters and only 2 of them are still working. one of them works at a hospital, so obviously she’s very busy, the other one is able to work her job from home. my dad usually tries to take care of all of his daughters but he had back surgery, so he’s out of work for a while too. my mom can’t leave the house because she has COPD and is considered high risk. of course my anxiety is off the charts, i feel like we’re all waiting for the apocalypse, all the days blend together, we never know when this is going to go back to normal.. the letters and emails about bills are piling up,the phone log of spam calls is all bill collectors trying to get their money..sorry to all of you peoples i didn’t answer :/it used to say the phone numbers but verizon recently started marking them as “potential spam” which obviously i can’t possibly pay. hoping i get a response from unemployment soon. sorry i’m a little rusty at this.. i have been a taylor fan since before fearless, i sort of feel like less of a super fan because i’ve only seen her in concert a few times, due to my anxiety i can’t travel far or i get intense panic attacks, so i’m limited to when she comes to my area.. if anyone is still reading this, a million thanks, i tend to ramble, *insert heart emoji* yes i made those REP coffee tables, i need to re-paper them they are so worn out. we got nothing but time right? if anyone wants to reblog this that would be cool :) i’m adding my cash app and venmo if anyone wants to drop a dollar. *insert another heart emoji* i need to figure out how to add emojis.. also my twitter is @cheerioo if anyone wants to follow me :)

$cheerioo80

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@taylorswift @taylornation @taylorswiftisloved

#taylorswift #taylurking #swiftiesathome

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ice-ice-taeyong · 6 years

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YO I ONLY GOT 69 FOLLOWERS, BUT I NEED TO DO SOME MUTUAL APPRECIATIONS

This is gonna be under a cut b/c i know it’s gonna get long, but I love every single one of all 69 followers i have (yes, that is the actual number) and thank you to all my mutuals who reblog each others posts so i just see the same four pictures of jeno, mark, renjun, or who ever over and over, i get to like them all and it’s fun. also im sorry if i missed some people this became an extensive list and i forget ppls urls but all my mutuals: i love you!!!!!

Edit: by the time i posted this i have 72 followers so thank you you three new people

@renjunchokingnct kelly i love you so so much and i don’t know what would’ve happened if i hadn’t randomly followed you one day and spazzed about the dreamies with pet fish but you got me so into nct and we talk about so many random things and i know ur busy and that’s why we don’t talk as much but i’m really thankful for you and love you a lot. also i hope that on jisung’s 20th bday we are both there to watch renjun suplex him off the roof.

@higherday mika you like literally every one of my posts and reblog a bunch and even if we don’t interact much every time i get a notification that you’ve liked another one of my shitposts i get so excited. you also reblog all sorts of content and expose me to so many new groups and give me content for groups i follow fewer blogs about, thank you for being so cool and awesome

@huarenjuwun abby you always reblog the best nct x reader aus and your scenarios are really really really good and i promise even if i dont reblog them nearly enough i read them all and you’re so creative and i need to message you one day bc we dont really talk and i want to bc i know you’re way cooler than me but i really wanna be your friend!!

@norenmin-enthusiast eve im so glad i stole your request for taeil in a skirt from abby because getting to know you while writing it was awesome and we go on long reblog chains about all sorts of crazy aus involving the dreamies and you always have great ideas for things and your writing is incredible and i missed you when you went on break for a little and im so happy to see you back!! also you change your profile pic and theme a lot and they always corrdinate and go so well honestly im in awe

@godtierjeno houa i know you’re not on tumblr a lot rn and thats all good so i hope you see this when you get back but we’re not super close but im in kk group chats with you and I’ve met so many incredible people through you and you put so much jeno content in my life its amazing im blessed every time you post

@mnhynq joey its been a while since we’ve talked i hope everything is going well in your life and that you’re okay i miss you and your banter with kelly always made me laugh and your tags screaming about mark and you like so many of the same things as me so you always managed to fill my dash with posts i liked thanks for being so cool and great!! i hope all is well and if it isn’t, i hope it gets better really soon!!

@incorrectnct charlie your lesbian nct stan beacon is too powerful and you brought together such an amazing group of people. We may actually destroy sm one day, i wouldn’t be surprised honestly. But I love you very very much and you are always my second british wife

@jaehyungatsby adelaide ik youve been hella busy lately but i miss you lots and im so glad we ended up in chAarlie’s server together because you are my first british wife and i love you lots and lots and im so glad we bonded over wanting to fight all 18 members of nct at once.

@jinstaej j youre the only guy amongst like 17 girls and yet youre so sweet and kind and between you and gabs crazy creation of things like renjun the vengeful happen and im honestly a little terrfied but also ur my son so i love you!!

@queenbeans like j you spam us with pictures of our favorite members and heart memes and you keep this discord thriving and im so glad to call you a friend!!!

@chittangwl keke you helped me prepare for meeting my fave idols and scream with me about different groups and are our cutest maknae!!!! i love you lots and hope you recover well from your surgery!!!! you bring lots of light and humor to our discord and i cant imagine it without you

@iljaeyoung ilinca (please tell me i spelled ur name right) you were only with us at nct sm rebel for a short while but we still miss you and i hope all your tests went well!!!!! your edits and mood boards are 10000/10 and you put such great content on my dash!!!!

@jenoanti @softlyjungwoo @marknctzs i know all of you from houa’s kkt gc and we’ve become friends thru that and i know i tend to be a little quiet but yall still make my day and thea tells crazy stories and agnes flirts and aree sends heart memes and yuuhan is cool and della is cute and i love all of you and hope to become better friends!!

#mutual love #and the kmutual squad #nct sm rebels #i have tags for everyone here but im too lazy to list them all out rn #sorry if i forgot anyone from the kakaotalk gc i dont talk to you on tumblr much ill make more of an effort

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jaskiersbeloved · 6 years

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➰ I love shadow hunters for many many things but mostly importantly I love it because of the down worlders, the strongest, kindest, most badass characters I’ve ever seen, also they’re all hot af.

Desktop theme: cool | nice | amazing!!! | ASDFGHJKL LET ME STEAL IT | Cedric Diggory would die for this

Over all: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Clara Oswald |

Following: no but ily, sweetie | i am now | yup | till the end of time and even then |

Compliment: Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaz, my love! You are just so cute and sweet? You’re like this one amazing, little sunshine on ths hellsite and I hope you know this!

1.8k blogrates!

#sonia compliments ppl #raphaelxantiago #<3

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denialanderror · 6 years

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Okay so this is probably going to be the most sincere post I’ve ever made (and quite possibly the last sincere post I ever make). It’s been one hell of a year but I’ve gotten to know a bunch of you, be it your posts on my dash making me laugh or having conversations about god knows what at 1am. I think it’s safe to say tumblr has taken over a huge chunk of my life (sadder words have never been said) so here’s to all of you bozos.

@imhereforbvcky I had to start with you. We’ve been talking for over a year now and still you put up with my shitty humour and pestering snapchats. God, you take the piss sometimes though. But I’m glad you dish out what you receive, I don’t know if we’d still be talking constantly if you didn’t. Except also fuck you because we’ve now gotten to the point where I’ll see something (ahem cereal) on Amazon and I can’t help but send it to your door. It’s an issue. But on a more serious note, 2017 has fucking kicked my ass and I think I can safely say that it would have been far far worse if I didn’t have you to rant to and support me through it all. You’re a fucking gem, Mee. And I sincerely hope 2018 is a little kinder on the both of us.

@rotisserierogers Oh kumi, you give hard ons in my heart (I’m still laughing at organ boners). I think it’s safe to say that whenever I need to Yell™ I head to you. You’re somehow the both aggressive and motivational and it’s incredible. You were one of the Big Blogs I took my head out of my ass to speak to and I haven’t looked back since. You’ve ruined my sense of humour (who the fuck am I kidding though it never made any sense) and it’s been a wild fucking ride but thank fuck for you and your shit ass sense in food (rasmalai ftw). But hoe. Please. For the safety of everyone around you. Stay away from the kitchen. Come to my house for gods sake and let me feed you just... stay away from the stove. We’ll bring our son. It’ll be great.

@whothehellisbella Okay you’re a talented piece of shit and I hate you for it. But honestly, thank you for pushing me to be Extra™ whenever I can and for letting me yell about theatre! You’re a sweet little fuck but a sassy fuck and I’m so glad I can call you all the curses under the sun and you’ll just be like “no u, hoe” without batting an eye. It’s great. I think you were one of the first people I spoke to? Idk i’m getting old, either way you’re an absolute doll, you are genuinely supportive and such a kind soul and I wanna thank you for putting up with me. But also pls teach me your selfie ways i stfg I have no idea how to un-potato myself.

@poealsobucky Oh boy. Michelle. What a fucking ride. I’m still not over how awkward my first message to you was, the fact that you still spoke to me after that mess is beyond me (fuck you Mee). But you’re one of the nicest, most understanding people I’ve met on this hellsite. You understand my insane ramblings and the motive behind my bitchy moods and you deserve so much more. I wanna thank you for letting me feel safe to message you about literally anything and everything without fear of being judged. We didn’t speak until later in the year but I adore you and your wise-beyond-your-years advice. Now go get yo’self a glass of wine, you deserve it.

@mynameisnoelle We started speaking after Michelle showed me your username and I thought “that’s so fucking smart! I love it!” Too bad you’re a dumbass irl. Okay but no, I fucking love you, Noelia. You’re literally just as insane as me and it’s magical. Thank you for letting me spam you with whatever is taking over my life on any given day and for screaming along with me about things (babies and dogs, mostly). And I swear to god girl, if I ever get to Spain, we are meeting up.

@buckys-fossil Sam! Sweet, gorgeous Sam. First of, thank you for the lipstick good god it changed my life. And thank you for being just as excitable as me about the dumbest shit (although I’m still going to force you to read Harry Potter) and encouraging my insanity. Your videos of your dog always make my day a little brighter and I’m not even going to deny stalking your instagram, you’re hot af. I love you, peanut.

@crappy-camel @theassetseyeliner @barnescrazy Ah yes. The Children™. You guys will send me to an early grave, I swear. Macy you’re literally insane, I am worried about your health tbh but you’re also a huge fucking softie and I wish you the best. Erin any time I see your photos I can’t help but think “how the fuck is this girl so trendy? I looked like trash when I was her age” because oh boy was that a look. Good old suppressed emo teens. And Vena you Canadian blessing. You’re freaking gorgeous but fuck you and your Twizzlers, eh? Ngl though I’m considering marrying you for that nationality ya dig?

@valhalla-ally Ally! I fucking love ya! I don’t remember how we started speaking but holy fuck, you quite literally changed my life (woo uni) and I never really thanked you for that. You’re such a hard worker and quite honestly, watching your reactions to that Loki fic was one of the highlights of my year. You’re such a kind-hearted person and you go out of your way to make sure I’m okay and help i any way you can. I love you, woman, you deserve so much more recognition.

@meleedamage We haven’t talked much in terms of messages and shit but holy fuck, your posts have made me inappropriately laugh in public too many times. Any time I see you reblogging something from me, I prepare myself because I know it’ll be absurd, filthy and punny and I will probably have to stifle a laugh. You’ve made my dash immensely better and I wanted to thank you for making me laugh.. and yelling at me to reblog my drawing more lmao.

@soldatbarnes I’ve been such a shitty mutual when it comes to fics this year and I’m sorry but I’ll have you know, I have pretty much all of your fics saved on my tbr list because you’re insanely talented. And fucking gorgeous! I love seeing you on my dashboard and when we’ve spoken, you’ve always been such a sweetheart. Thank you for letting me ramble and forgiving me for being such a shitty reader.

There are so many more people who’ve made my time on tumblr that much better but my laptop is about to die and I can only handle so much softness. This is unnatural. I feel weird. But to everyone I’ve spoken to this year or has made me laugh when scrolling, thank you. You make tumblr what it is and I probably would have gotten bored and left long ago if it wasn’t for you guys.

#appreciation post #this is too sappy #good god #that's enough soft shit for the next year #i've filled my quota

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spockri · 7 years

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Tagged by the ever lovely @nahrky and @pemberley-press

rules:

1. always post the rules. 2. answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 (or however many) people to answer them.

Responses under a cut so I don’t spam your dashboards

1) what time is it where you are and why are you on tumblr at this time of day? 11:45 AM. I'm at work >:] I'm supposed to prepare some slides for a meeting but it's Friday and the quarter-end has been rough. DGAF at this point hah

2) who are your three favourite characters of all time? Ripley (Aliens), Harry Hart (Kingsman), The Terminator (Terminator 2: Judgment Day)

3) using your answers from above, fuck, marry, kill? >:) Goddamit. Fuck Harry Hart because he's a beast in bed. Marry Ripley. She's my hero and she'll protect me from the Aliens just like she protected Newt <3 Kill the Terminator (obviously). I can't have him getting hacked and going on a killing spree, ya know? The thought of marrying or fucking him gives me nightmares LOL

4) what is something you would really like to eat right now? Donuts. Donuts are my favorite food group: glazed donuts, fritters, cake donuts, sprinkles. Krispy Kreme had a special today for a doxen donuts for 80 cents! The store was PACKED. Alas, I went to work with empty hands :(

5) would you describe yourself as smol, medium, or tol? I'm 5'5 so medium?

6) what’s your go-to drink, alcoholic or otherwise? Coffee. I try to avoid flavored drinks and sodas and have water most of the day, but coffee is an absolute necessary every morning.

7) do you play a musical instrument, if so which one? if not which one would you most like to learn? I've played the piano for 15 years :)

8) what’s the last message you sent to someone? I sent a gif of pikachu slapping pikachu via group text to my co-workers in response to one of their questions (we're really casual here).

9) is there a fandom idea or headcanon you’ve had in your head for a while but not had the opportunity to say? I don't know why, but it just occurred to me that Harry Hart is probably from old money or a prestigous family. Like the light bulb just clicked in my head even though everyone else probably knew that. Given Arthur's attitude about Harry's little experiment, Harry's background is probably very elite as well. The idea of having to meet Harry’s family terrifies Eggsy.

10) coke or pepsi (or neither)? Pepsi! I always find Coke a little too sweet for me but everyone says they’re the same! 11) do you read tumblr tags? (generally the answer to this is yes but i’m curious) YESSSSS. Always. Even if it's a reblog of the same thing over and over again, I read everyone's tags. They're so entertaining.

1) What are you top 3 guilty pleasure songs? Into You – Ariana Grande: My top guilty pleasure song. This is my hartwin song LOL Despacito – The JB remix. I don't usually listen to Justin Bieber, but this song is really catchy even if I can't understand it. Candy Castles – Glass Candy. Even though it was super creepy in Westworld, this song is really sexy.

2) What details would a 30 second film of your life include? Oh god. Life in Finance is the dullest thing ever. 30 seconds of my life would put people to sleep. Probably me biking, hiking, spending time with my SO, and sitting still for hours as I read or write fanfics LOL. It would look like a jpg instead of gif xD

3) What is something that you know sounds ridiculous but you say it all the time anyway? "They hate us 'cause they anus (ain't us)" and also "same, same, but different". Both quotes from The Interview. I say it at work alll the time. My co-workers have even started saying it.

4) M/F/K 3 of your favorite sitcom characters, Ohh this is hard since I don't watch a lot of sitcoms. Marry Gilfoyle (Silicon Valley) 'cause he's just so sarcastic and smart. Plus, if I ever got in trouble, he would be very handy with his hacking skills. Fuck Detective Jacob "Jake" Peralta (Brooklyn Nine-Nine). I think Andy Samberg's pretty cute. Kill Kenny Powers (Eastbound and Down) because he's the most annoying, narcissistic, egotistical character ever (plus that mullet needs to go LOL).

5) Do you have an OTP or do you ship all the ships? I'm a one pairing at a time kind of gal but I really wish I could like multiple ships because it seems way more fun and you have more material to work with. I appreciate other ships, but I don't actively read fanfics or participate in conversations about them.

6) How many times a day do you check your dash? Too many times to count. It's really shameful. I have it open at work and when I close the window, I start checking my phone. I just wanna look at Colin Firth pics all the time, okay? ._.

7) What show do you still grieve for? Sense8. It was cancelled recently and I know they are going to have one more episode to tie up loose ends, but I'll miss all those characters, especially Lito

8) Who was your first celebrity crush and how did you respond? It would have to be Brad Pitt. After Interview with the Vampire, I just thought he was so gorgeous and then he went on to make more amazing movies like Se7en, Fight Club, etc.

9) Most overrated Actor/ Actress in your opinion? Tom Hardy. I don't have anything aginst him, but I just don't get the hype for him. His characters have never been memorable to me.

10) Most underrated Actor/Actress in your opinion? Ben Barnes. I loved him Chronicles of Narnia but the rest of his movies haven't done very well. He did Dorian Grey with Colin Firth, which I was really pleased about --Two of my favorite actors together on the same screen! I was really happy to see him in Westworld, but I'm pretty sure he's not coming back in the second season. He was one of my favorite characters on the show. I didn't think he could play a dick character, but he did it so well.

11) What are your top 3 Guilty pleasure movies? Bridget Jones Diary The Interview Tropic Thunder Apparently my guilty pleasures are really questionable comedies.

Now, Here are some questions for you: 1) Are you a morning person or a night owl? 2) What is your OTP (and you can only pick 1!) and why? 3) What is your favorite thing about Colin Firth? 4) What's your favorite book and how would you recommend it to someone who's never heard of it? 5) Where is your favorite place to read? 6) What was your last impulse buy? 7) What is/was your favorite subject in school? 8) Are you an introvert or extrovert? 9) Do you have any trips/vacations planned this year? 10) What would you do if you saw Colin Firth walking on the other side of the street from you? 11) I probably know you because we're both into Kingsman, so when did you first watch Kingsman and what drew you to it?

Tagging: @cravingcolin @firthsty @hartwinorlose @solarrift @extex1960 @pemberley-press @nahrky @firthsm @collywobblesfirth @platano-yep @arlessiar (I can’t tag your name for some reason?)

(Sorry I play tag backs ‘cause I wanna see your answers LOL)

#fandom stuff #fun stuff #tag you're it #muah

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shintorikhazumi · 7 years

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Ms. Anonymous-Asks

A/N: To my usual readers, Too bad, it ain’t an update or anything :(

I’m trying to have a break and a reset of mind hehehehehe... and my vacation consists of still writing. Don’t worry it’ll only be a few days. One/Two days tops.

Meanwhile.... Well let’s say... Yeah... Just- I know you guys ship them too. Don’t be lyin’ to me like Chariox.

I’m actually expecting some notifications tomorrow for my trash writing XD

@akilice x @theaceofgays

You brought this on yourselves with your super adorable flirt shenanigans! XD Also, I don’t know you both too well… so this’ll more or so likely be how I see you two after all your adorable asks and posts.

Not gonna ask you to like it or anything, tho I do hope you do XD

~Shintori Khazumi

Title: Ms. Anonymous- Asks

Aki sighed, a long thoughtful sigh, stilling her fingers from their long tapping on her keyboard, allowing rest for the exhausted ten. She had reached a good pausing point in her writing, and decided she would continue her work with a bit more energy than what she currently had, tomorrow.

Her strained eyes managed a peek at the glowing numbers at the bottom corner of her screen as it flashed two-thirty am at her.

“Ugh…” Groaning, she tried her best to get out of the chair she had been for the past few hours- she couldn’t remember the exact amount of time she’d spent, but it was pretty long, even for her own standards.

Making the supposedly short, yet long, arduous trip to her bed, she flopped down on the soft cushions, relishing the relaxing touch of her cool sheets against her tired body.

“I can add on another scene with my beloved Croix.” She giggled as she hugged a pillow closer to her, fantasizing about her favorite character, and the things she could do to the witch- in her fic, yes exactly that, not in other ways you would think.

Her eyes felt heavy, but she managed a final glance at her phone, tempted to make one final check to her tumblr account, curious for any new notifications- and maybe some special notifications from a particularly annoying, salty character… one which was not Croix Meridies.

Unlocking the phone, Aki immediately went to her inbox with quite the number of asks that she went through, answering some, if not most or all.

Sure enough, as it was already part of her usual expectations, one anonymous ask, got her rolling her eyes, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she read the message.

‘Hey Beautiful ;) You better be sleeping.’

Preparing her fingers to type a reply, she tapped on the screen buttons quickly.

‘Quit it, Rae… I’ll be in bed soon, beautiful.’

Even in a sea of anonymous asks, she’d always get a different feel if it came from a particular person. It didn’t help that the way this person expressed her flirtatious nature was far to blatant and obvious, what with the constant compliment barrage (something Aki had yet to get used to), and the thrown out ‘I love you’s

As her eyelids were about to drop, her screen flashed a light in her face, another notification popping up.

She groaned, now squinting as her eyes were more than exhausted as she willed to see the response that was obviously going to come from @theaceofgays.

‘Who’s beautiful? :3 … oh right, you are~’

“Damn you, Rae…” She muttered, deciding to lock her phone tossing it near her pillow as she was serious about getting her much needed shut-eye. “I don’t have time for this.”

If Aki knew how many hours had gone by- which she did after taking a look at her clock at around seven, later that morning, she’d surely feel sorry for the one who had practically spammed her ask box with so many anonymous requests.

‘Are you ignoring me on purpose, Miss gorgeous?’

Aki really wanted to say yes, but was still far too tired for this so early into her day.

‘Oh, but have I ever told you you’re writing is genius? Like, I love it as much as I love you~’

Again the other girl sighed, pinching her thigh to avoid smiling, only to accidentally keep herself awake enough to read more of this embarrassing harassment.

‘You love Croix, I love angst… and those two things go swell together. So if I were Croix, and you were my angst, I’m sure we’d also be good for each other ;)’

The poor tired soul had her brows nearly aligned with her hairline, seeing so many likes on that post. It made her ponder on why so many people would like their craziness, then again, shipping could do wonders to people-

Wait, shipping?

Since when was this a thing between her and Rae?

One more secretive ask later, and her consciousness was about to give in, her mind wavering as she still needed a bit more sleep.

‘If you fell asleep, goodnight you wonderful person!’

Aki would have appreciated it more if it weren’t for the cheeky follow-ups, one being-

‘Thanks to my lovely messages, you were finally able to find your rest, eh sleeping beauty?’

Feeling just the slightest bit ticked off, Aki had foregone her plans of reading through the rest of these messages, and tried to give at least one set of return words.

‘Who needs sleep between the two of us?’ She wrote, ‘Go back to your noodles or something.’

Not ten seconds later, and a reply had been ready already, and Aki could only imagine that smug little grin on the cheeky brat’s face as they both lacked decent amounts of sleep, one moreso than the other.

“@akilice I’m so happy you’re concerned for me~’ This time, Rae hadn’t even bothered to send it as anonymous and just replied to the previous reblog.

The little shi-

‘Shall we sleep together then? Since we are both so burdened and heavy-laden?’

And just like that, enormous strings of exchanges broke out between the two of them, leaving less and less time for rest, and more to stress over the fact that they were being silly idiots again for another day, and not using that time to sleep it off before they had to do work, or whatever else.

Well, at least they’d be a pair of oddballs together, Rae obviously being weirder.

Aki giggle at that thought, images of silly-faced, flirty joker Raem and her sometimes sarcastically salty comments, and extreme plans to either annoy the heck out of her, or embarrass her to no end.

Still, she’d admit- even if it were only to be to herself…

She didn’t mind it, not one bit.

She’d still wake up every day.

Aki would still get back on her feet, be @akilice, be a writer, a creator, an artist, make videos, be a fangirl and so much more.

And she would never miss those anonymous asks.

She believed that they wouldn’t disappear even if she wanted them to.

And maybe, if only secretly…

Asks from the anonymous would be a heart-pounding mystery that would make her smile anytime.

Before turning off her wifi to ensure no more messages and actually get some proper rest, she felt it probably wouldn’t hurt to try being anonymous… just this once… and maybe a few more times into the future.

‘To Ms. Anonymous-Asks… From Ms. Anonymous-Asks…

Please go to bed and just let me F-in’ sleep too. Thanks, love.’

And just as quick as lightening, she hoped not to see the reply too soon if in case it brought onto her more restlessness out of Rae-induced blushes.

Theaceofgays just posted a text

‘@akilice: ;) I think you meant, Mrs. Anonymous-Asks, but I’ll let it slide since we’re both tired~’

With one last grunt, grumbling at more antics and blaming it all on early morning curiosity, Aki typed one last time before putting her phone away for good.

‘SLEEP. R.A.E. @theaceofgays ’

She could afford some shut eye.

They both could.

After all, no doubt, once both woke up, there would always be…

Anonymous Asks.

A/N: I wrote this in one go so it might suck badly XD hahahahaha… it’s like, near midnight. Gonna sleep ~Ciao

~Shintori Khazumi

#fanfic #not from any fandom #akilice x theaceofgays #lmao

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