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kinzavskpop · 3 years

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secrets || q.k

alternatively known as: the five times that WayV unintentionally find out you and kun are dating and the one time he actually introduces you to them pairing: qian kun x reader ft. WayV being the annoying little brothers we all know they are genres/AUs: fluff, humour, secret dating!AU, established relationship!AU warnings: mentions of food, cursing but it’s literally only one f bomb, there is one slightly suggestive scene but even then it’s for like,, two sentences at most LMAO a/n: I actually had plans to include Lucas but I elected to make the decision to not write for him until he comes off hiatus and/or the allegations are proven completely false. This is my first full piece of writing since I usually write in bullet points so I hope you like it!! tags: @pretty-neos

i. Hendery

Hendery is the first to know Kun is dating because although he is loud and boisterous, he is also incredibly observant. He notices that Kun starts checking and smiling at his phone more often. He catches him talking on the phone and sneaking out at night when everyone is supposed to be asleep. And Hendery, although the second youngest in the group, decides that detective Kunhang is on the case.

It’s during one of their rare off days that he finds Kun leaving the house in suspiciously nicer-than-usual clothes, one hand on the door handle and using the other to text someone.

“Where are you going?” Hendery asks innocently. “Are you going to the store? Because if you are, can you get cereal? Xiaojun finished the last of it this morning, and I’m pretty sure he also finished the milk.”

It takes so much self control for Kun to not roll his eyes when telling Hendery he’ll stop by the store later. Just as he turns to leave, Hendery asks, “So where are you going?” For a few silent moments, Hendery can see the gears in Kun’s head turning and feels satisfied when he successfully determines the reason for his leader’s outing before he can come up with an excuse.

Before he can continue arousing suspicion, Kun slips out the door while yelling a quick “None of your business!”

It’s only after he’s left that Hendery pours himself a bowl of cereal, feeling like the cat that caught the canary.

ii. Xiaojun

Xiaojun finds out that Kun is dating someone when they have a songwriting session and Kun keeps turning every song into a love song. Xiaojun keeps batting around the idea of a diss track and all Kun can think of is remedying his songs into love songs, and honestly? Xiaojun is this close to losing it.

“I can do it on my own, I don’t need you in my zone,” Xiaojun says aloud, while strumming his guitar.

“But baby you can take me home,” Kun mumbles. He smiles a little at the thought of you giving him that same line on your first date but Xiaojun could care less about context as he glares at him.

“Kun,” he states plainly, getting only a hum in response. “Focus please. This is supposed to be a diss track, not a weird sexy power trip, or whatever the fuck you’re trying to turn it into. If I wanted that I would have just gone to YangYang.”

iii. YangYang

YangYang realizes Kun is dating someone when he gets home earlier than everyone else and gets the shock of his life. He always teases Kun for dying old and alone because Kun never shows interest in anyone, or if he does, then he lets his chance go by. But evidently that’s not the case when YangYang walks into their shared room and sees Kun making out with you while his hand disappears up your shirt and your legs wrapped around his waist. YangYang’s scream startles Kun out of his lust and he groans once the situation sets in.

It didn’t start out like this. You had come over because Kun finally had a less busy schedule and he just wanted to nap with you while everyone else was out. But then neither of you could sleep so he put on some random movie on Netflix which was awful and you had suggested other, more efficient methods, to tire yourselves out.

“I’m sorry,” he says against your neck. You snort at the feeling of his breath tickling you and the situation itself. You both figured you would eventually have to meet his members but none of you thought it would be like this.

YangYang reappears, with a hand covering his eyes as he loudly states that he’s “just here to grab his computer” and Kun, ever the gentleman, throws a pillow at YangYang as hard as he can while shielding you and yelling at him to hurry up and leave. YangYang leaves with his laptop but not before loudly telling Kun that there are condoms in WinWin’s bed storage.

iv. WinWin

Unlike YangYang, Winwin realizes Kun is dating someone when he stops himself from walking in on a moment he shouldn’t witness. He sees how hard Kun works for everything and they all worry for him sometimes but Kun will never admit when he’s having a hard time, so when he walks in on Kun and you having an intimate moment he can’t help but listen.

“Kun, this is the fourth all nighter you’ve pulled this week. You’re really concerning me right now.”

“I promise it’s nothing bad! I just want these to be perfect.”

Once again, you find your boyfriend in the “studio”, which is really just the third bedroom in their dorm that houses the shared desktop and the groups collective instruments and music gadgets. It wasn’t complete until Kun and Xiaojun added a little mic set up. Somehow, the fact that you’re here and telling him off about his poor life choices makes him feel complete and even more at home in his favourite place.

“You say that about everything, Kun, but I think instead of perfection you just need sleep,” you say as you run your thumbs over his cheeks.

He leans into your touch instinctively and mumbles out, “All I need is you,” before attempting to pull you by the shirt you’re wearing (which is technically his) and onto his lap. It’s at this point that WinWin shuts the door lightly and decides that he can just eat Ten’s leftover pizza instead.

v. Ten

Ten realizes Kun is dating someone when Kun asks him for jewelry advice over dinner.

“Do you think this ring looks better in silver or gold?” He asks Ten while holding up his phone. The ring itself is quite pretty; a simple thin band with the two sides joining at the peak of a triangle.

“Gold. Why are you looking at rings?” Ten asks with no hesitation. Kun falters a bit but simply shrugs and says it was an ad on Weibo. Ten knows full well of his mysterious rendezvous that happen at night when Kun thinks they’re all asleep. He also got told by YangYang about the time he walked in on Kun having sex which confirmed his thoughts. When it comes to Ten, they don't call him the mad hatter for no reason. After all, he only gets the finest tea.

"So who are they?" he asks after a moment of comfortable silence. Anyone would be able to tell that the atmosphere in the room became stuffier, and not just because Kun choked on his food.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"So you’re telling me YangYang didn’t walk in on you having sex a few weeks ago?" Ten smirks like the cheshire cat when Kun looks at him all wide eyed and ready to kill him.

"Wh- I- No- It wasn’t-” is the only attempted rebuttal Kun can come up with. Ten can’t help but coo at him when he flushes a deep red out of embarrassment and shyness. “I’d rather forget about that moment,” he mumbles.

“How long have you guys been a thing for?” Ten questions.

“Eight months,” he quietly replies, but Ten can see the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he overstuffs his mouth with rice.

“Wow. That’s... really impressive.”

“Dating someone?” Kun asks, weirded out by the response.

“No, I mean you managing to keep it a secret from us for that long.”

i. WayV

With the amount of time that Kun spends guarding his phone, the sex incident, and the sneaking out, Kun never really was that subtle. Every time he got confronted without you, he would recount the events over a multitude of text messages that never failed to make you laugh. It’s after the events of his dinner with Ten that he suggests actually meeting the members. Officially meeting the members.

One lazy Sunday is when Kun invites you over for a family dinner, WayV style, that the boys descend upon you like vultures. You can feel the inquisitiveness radiating off of them in waves, but more importantly, you can see Kun start to shoo them away like the mom he is.

“How did you meet?” “Does he nag you like he nags the rest of us?” “Are you sure you like him?” are only some of the questions you receive. Kun tries to say something about scaring you with too many questions but you’ve already started to answer the most important one while looking him straight in the eyes.

“Yeah, I like him. I like him a lot.”

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another-writer · 7 years

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Date Night

A/N: so I know I haven’t posted anything in forever ... exams have been killer and I honestly thought I could manage my time better (oops). Anyway, I prioritised and finished this little piece for @oneshot-shit‘s writing challenge so happy birthday Kinza!! Hope you enjoy this xx

Prompt: Picnic

Summary: Your date goes bad. Loads of your dates go bad. Fluff ensues anyway.

Word count: 1,316

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked, reaching your hands up to cup his face, brushing away stray raindrops from his cheekbones and eyebrows. ‘Why’re you so upset?’

The storm had caught you both unexpectedly, clear ink blue skies one moment and rolling dark grey clouds the next; the rain torrential and soaking you both to your bones. Your mascara had gathered below your eye giving you an unflattering shade of black and grey and your hair was stuck to your scalp and your neck. Still, remembering the panicked look on Bucky’s face made you want to laugh at it all.

The classic red and white chequered picnic blanket and the wicker basket were left in the hallway.

Bucky’s hair was matted to his forehead but in his self-deprecation, he hadn’t bothered to move it aside so you brushed strands of hair away from his eyes. If he weren’t so upset, you might have still laughed at his expression - the man looked like a drenched puppy. Though you remembered you probably didn’t look any better.

He shrugged his shoulders hesitantly like he was embarrassed. ‘Just wanted today to go well s’all.’

You smiled wittily. ‘I wouldn’t say it was a failure, Barnes.’

‘I mean, it was though, wasn’t it?’ Bucky scowled. He backed away from you, brushing his hair aside (still looking slightly ridiculous because it was so matted). He sighed frustratedly. ‘Midnight on a Saturday meant all the cabs are occupied and I should’ve checked the forecast; if I had known the second Great Flood was gonna show up, I would’ve -’

‘Yeah, but you didn’t. So what?’ you said rhetorically, not able to see the problem that was hanging over Bucky’s head.

Bucky’s eyes were startlingly sad which worried you. Getting caught in the rain during your picnic wasn’t a big deal to you, so you wondered what you were missing.

‘I just wanted to do something nice for you,’ he muttered, squaring his shoulders.

You opened your mouth, ready to protest, when he stopped you.

‘Look, I know what you’re gonna say; I know you don’t demand anything and you don’t need fancy dates but I want to be able to do stuff like that and I keep getting caught up in the details and messing everything up,’ Bucky ranted. ‘It shouldn’t be so hard but it is because apparently, I suck at this.’

You listened patiently and when he was done, you sighed, pursed your lips and then nodded in acknowledgement. ‘Can I talk now?’

Bucky waited. You could tell he was expecting a particular answer.

‘Do you remember our first date?’

Bucky blinked but didn’t let his confusion entirely show.

‘The restaurant you took me to double-booked us,’ you continued, ‘and the other couple had gotten there first and literally all the other joints were completely packed. We walked around for maybe half an hour looking for something and I was making phone calls to restaurants, remember?’

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek. Though his expression was stoic, his eyes were bright. ‘We ended up getting tacos from a food truck and sitting in my car.’

‘And we both got food poisoning.’

‘I called you when I got sick and you didn’t answer at first.’

‘Because I was busy throwing up.’

Bucky grinned self-deprecatingly and shook his head; he bit his lip and rubbed his forehead. ‘I was scared you didn’t want to see me again.’

You gaped at him, this being new information to you. ‘How could you think I would want that? Bucky, we talked for, like, three hours in your car.’

‘Yeah, that’s why I was scared,’ Bucky argued playfully.

‘And here we are two years later.’

Bucky bit his lip, expression warm. ‘Why’d you bring that up?’

‘Because maybe we were doomed from the start to have a shitty time with proper dates,’ you reasoned; you were partially joking to make Bucky feel better and partially serious.

Bucky snickered and he bowed his head like he had accepted his fate. ‘You remember the first time I tried to take you to the Met?’

You blushed. ‘I remember.’

‘You found a stray dog on the way to my apartment and insisted we get him checked out before taking him to a dog adoption agency.’

You bit your lip and scuffed the floor with your foot. ‘You got an allergic reaction to some kid’s guinea pig and then I took you to the ER to make sure you were okay.’

‘We spent maybe five or six hours in the ER alone.’

‘Oops,’ you murmured jokingly, looking up to see Bucky’s fond expression that sent butterflies shooting through your stomach. ‘C’mon, let’s find something to eat.’

There was a comfortable silence as you both dragged yourselves to the kitchen leaving wet footprints and trailing rainwater on your wake; you connected your phone to the speakers and put a playlist on, composed of both yours and Bucky’s tastes in music. It was a strange amalgamation of Glenn Miller and Young the Giant, Frank Sinatra and the Hamilton soundtrack, Duke Ellington, and a lot of Kings of Leon (which, surprisingly, was Bucky’s choice).

Bucky groaned at the beginning drumbeat of Young the Giant’s Guns Out.

‘Worst - song - ever.’

You mock-gasped and held your hand over your heart. ‘How dare you.’

He smoothly slid your mug across the kitchen island to you and you caught it in your grasp without even looking.

‘You can’t even dance to this stuff.’

You sipped your tea and hummed appreciatively at its taste. ‘You can’t dance to most music by Kings of Leon.’

‘Don’t knock Kings of Leon, they’re different.’ Bucky came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your slowly drying hair.

‘Oh yeah?’ you smirked as you stirred a pot of alfredo sauce and leaned back into his touch. ‘How so?’

‘They’re amazing,’ was his argument, slightly muffled as he didn’t move from his position.

You snickered. ‘Okay, I concede. Come try this - is there too much salt?’

You held the spoon out to him, laughing when he weaved his head awkwardly under your arm to avoid letting go of his hold around your waist.

‘‘s good,’ he decided, pressing a kiss to your cheek. ‘Amazing as always.’

‘I mean I’d be more appreciative of your opinion but you’re hating pretty hard on Young the Giant right now so ...’

‘Speaking of which -’ Bucky flicked you on the forehead, making you scoff teasingly ‘- this is the good stuff.’

He tugged you away from the stove and spun you around to face him as Guns Out transitioned to Where or When - Stan Getz’s instrumental version. You leaned into him, arms circling his neck while his wound back around your waist and pulling you close. The quiet sound of the jazz instruments lulled you; it was soothing, in a pleasantly surprising way. At first you had thought music from the twenties up until the forties was completely composed of loud, big band instrumentals.

After a few minutes of Bucky slowly swaying you and spinning you around the kitchen until you were both dizzy, the songs remaining in the thirties era, a sombre Coldplay tune played next, but neither of you moved from your position.

‘You remember the day I told I loved you?’ You could hear the smirk playing on Bucky’s lips and grinned.

‘The night we went stargazing but got kicked out of the field for trespassing?’ You snorted, running your hands through his hair. ‘I think I remember. As soon as you told me, the owner set his dogs on us.’

Bucky snorted, bursting into full blown-laughter that reached his eyes and originated in his gut; you watched him as he spun you away from him and then pulled you back into his arms.

‘I take it you’re feeling better?’ you teased.

‘Eh,’ he shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I suppose you have a habit of making that happen.’

‘Still think today sucked?’

He blushed and shook his head, leaning in to kiss you softly and groaning playfully against your lips when another Young the Giant song started to play.

You laughed softly, the sound melodic and better than any Ellington or Kings of Leon track to Bucky’s ears.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too. And I think the food’s burning.’

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zimniysoldat-fiction · 7 years

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Heaven on Earth [BuckyxReader]

Summary: Birthdays can be awful, birthdays can be amazing; sometimes, birthdays can be both.

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angst? Language, probably.

Word Count: 1,157

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with this, but it’s the best effort I can put forth at this point in time. Hopefully you don’t hate it as much as I do.

Written for Kinza’s birthday challenge, she gave me the prompt ‘surprise,’ and this is what I managed to come up with. Enjoy!

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, your eyes surveyed the landscape of your body—its hills and valleys, its dimples and bumps, its curves and tone. As much as you tried to appreciate all the amazing parts of your figure, you couldn’t relax your corrugate brow, your gaze fixed upon the raised, pink tendrils of the scar running across your collarbone, the starburst pattern on your shoulder crawling across your clavicle. You always chuckled when people asked you about it, calling it your birthday present from Ronan the Accuser. It was five years ago to the day that Fury leant you to the Nova Corps to lead the Xandarian force against yet another Kree incursion, this one helmed by Ronan, equipped with the Power Stone, which he had claimed as his prize after killing the member of the Infinity Watch entrusted with its care. You went up against an Infinity Stone and won, but not before it nearly incinerated your arm. The Nova Corps didn’t care for triage, at least not when it came to you, immediately sending your back to Earth, back to the Avengers reserve, bleeding and mangled.

Ever since then, you made a point to stand, naked and vulnerable, in front of the mirror on your birthday, taking stock of your body, reminding yourself of both your strength and your weaknesses. This year, you found yourself focusing on your weaknesses, your body slouching under the weight of your negativity. Instead of your survival, you were focused on your mistakes—every missed shot, every fanned hit, every split-second of hesitation and fear—All the things you were supposed to be better than.

You were a member of the Infinity Watch, after all. The guardian of the Soul Stone, the precious gem encased in a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy fused to your wrist. The emerald gem-like stone was made to look like the centrepiece of an attractive cuff, surrounded by rose gold and onyx filigree. A beautiful piece of jewelry to be sure, but to the unknowing eye, nothing of any substantive value. And that’s how you wanted it. Nobody knew the importance of the gem forever on your wrist; no one at S.H.I.E.L.D., none of the Avengers, not a single soul in the illuminati, not even the most important person in your world knew the power you wielded. And you told that assassin everything.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the friction of a calloused palm on your hip, rough fingers digging into your supple skin, the shock of cold metal mirroring that pressure, and the unshaven chin scratching your shoulder. It was enough to pull your cold stare off of the scar, your eyes meeting the sapphire irises of your boyfriend’s loving gaze in the mirror.

“What do you see when you look in the mirror like that, baby doll?” His voice was a low mumble, the weight of the day drifting over each word.

“A Shakespearean tragedy,” you chuckled cynically, words laced with melancholy.

“Wanna know what I see?” He smiled when you hummed your curiosity.

“I see an angel, my angel…a warrior who can make the valkyries shake with fear, a lover who could teach Aphrodite a thing or two, a scholar who could stump Socrates…a woman so beautiful, Helen of Troy would look plain standing next to her.” His words were interlaced with soft kisses against your shoulder and neck.

“Laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?” You murmured, melting against his statuesque physique.

You chastised him with your teasing tone, but the truth was painted right there on your face—the sheepish grin playing on your lips, the vibrant rose blush spreading across your cheeks, that delicate shimmer of love dancing in your eyes. He was savouring every second of it, his nose buried in the nape of your neck, his arms wrapping possessively around your torso. You were ready to spend the rest of the night like this, so you were disappointed when Bucky pulled away and started to get changed.

“C’mon,” he slapped your butt, “gotta get ready for dinner.”

“Seriously? Thor wished me a happy birthday and asked what a surprise party was in the same breath this morning. You know what would be a great surprise? If we broke the bed before midnight.”

You saw his eyes widen, a whisper of blush on his cheeks, for the briefest of moments before regaining his composure. He wasn’t about to budge on this one, and you knew it. So you relented, slipping into your favourite dress and touching up your makeup before slipping into a pair of stilettos. Your face was painted with a deep blush when Bucky smiled at you, his eyes brimming with love and admiration. Gently, tenderly, he guided you out of your room and down the hall.

“So where’s this oh-so-exclusive restaurant you reserved a table at?”

“On the terrace.”

“On the…what? Wait. …What?”

He didn’t answer you, smiling mischievously while he steered you toward the terrace. It was on the darker side of dusk, but the terrace was bathed in the golden glow of daylight. It was surreal and breathtaking, and you couldn’t help but slow your pace, stepping suspiciously into the soft light. You couldn’t believe your eyes—the terrace looked more like a royal garden, larger-than-life flowers spilled out of golden vases, gold and silver orbs floated through the air like bubbles dancing on the wind, and the air smelled of a sublime mixture of jasmine, vanilla, and ginger. It was heavenly.

“If I understood you correctly,” Thor’s regal tone drew your attention, “this counts as a surprise party, correct?” He wore the devil’s grin asking his question, relishing your loss of words and wide smile.

“Thor…you…?” Even you didn’t know what you were trying to ask, so taken aback, so distracted by the ethereal setting.

“It is forbidden for the living to visit Valhalla, so instead of taking you to Asgard, I thought I would bring Valhalla to you.” He explained smugly.

You wanted to smack him for being so self-congratulatory in his demeanour, but instead you found yourself launching into his embrace, laughing while his strong arms lifted you effortlessly off the ground, twirling around before setting you back on the ground, where Bucky pulled you quickly back into his arms, your chest flush against his.

His smile was so soft, so gentle, his eyes brimming with love and pride. He was studying every little detail of your face, every inch of happiness, warmth, and love the surprise had brought to you. He basked in your glow for a while before leaning down, pressing his lips, soft as velvet, to yours.

“And you thought I was laying it on thick?” He teased with an intoxicating tenderness.

“I’m in Valhalla!” You whispered with a giggle of disbelief.

“Happy Birthday, doll.”

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whyamihereagain23 · 7 years

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The Cake

Prompt: Cake Words: 1438 Pairing: Bucky x Reader... sort of Summary: The cake for Bucky’s birthday turns out to be more trouble than you initially expected. A/N: This is for Kinza’s 17th writing challenge. At first I didn’t know what I should do with the prompt that I’d chosen, but I had a lot of fun in the end. Also, happy bithday Kinza! I hope you’re having an amazing day today.

Let it be known that you were not the best baker in the world, not by a long shot, but today you would try. It was Bucky's 100th birthday today, and you were determined to make this day special for him. Steve had warned you that he wouldn't want anything big or extravagant, so you weren't going through with the whole surprise-party idea. Wouldn't want him pulling out a gun or something on all the invited guests.

So, you decided to bake him a cake. As mentioned before, you knew little to nothing about baking, but you were going to try for Bucky. He was one of your best friends, and you were determined to do something. Besides, who doesn't love cake?

With a recipe in hand, you got to mixing together all the ingredients it told you to. In went the flour, the vanilla extract, the eggs, with minimal shells, and everything else the paper told you to. Once it was mixed into a nice consistency, you put it in the circular pan and popped it into the oven. The instructions told you to leave it in the oven for about forty minutes, so you decided to watch an episode of your favorite show while you waited.

One episode turned into two, and that's when you started to smell the burning. "Crap!" All hope of your cake coming out the least bit edible was crushed when you pulled the blackened monstrosity out of the oven. Even trying to scrape the burnt bits off of the top and the sides proved to be futile. The cake was still dry, and there was no way that you were going to watch him choke it down and pretend to enjoy it. So, all your hard work was thrown in the nearest trash can, and you were immediately out trying to find the nearest bakery that had a cake ready on such short notice.

Thankfully, there was a bakery only three blocks away that had a few cakes already prepared. You paid for one that had a simple, blue icing and hurried back. You were surprised that everything had gone so simply. Sure the cake wouldn't mean as much as the homemade one that you had planned, but you were sure that Bucky wouldn't mind one bit. So long as you were thinking of him when you bought it, he would be happy; that was enough to ease your worries, and allow you to go to your room for a relaxing bath. You deserved it after what you'd been through already.

Sadly, this was your life, so nothing went as simply as planned. You walked out of your room with a smile on your face that quickly fell when you noticed the state of the cake. "Who the hell took a slice of the cake?!" you nearly screeched.

Your feet stormed around the entire floor until you eventually found Sam. He had cake crumbs stuck to his face and icing on his fingers that he was currently licking off with his tongue. As soon as he noticed you, he gave you a guilty grin and a, "Sorry". Steam could have been coming out of your ears, you were so upset.

"A sorry won't bring back that slice of cake, Sam. What am I supposed to do with a cake that already has a piece missing?"

He shrugged while trying to avoid your eye. "You could still- "

"So help me Sam Wilson, if you say that I can still give Bucky that cake I will personally shove my foot where the sun don't shine," you threatened with every intention of following through. He put his hands up in surrender and kept his mouth shut. That was a good call on his end.

You huffed out an annoyed breath. A part of you still wanted to lay into Sam for ruining your gift, but you knew that he hadn't known. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. "You know what, it's fine. I'm going to go buy another cake, and everything's going to be fine. I only have," You glanced down at your watch. "an hour before Steve and Bucky get back from their little outing. You'd better not lay a finger on it when I get back. Do you understand?" He nodded, and you turned on your heel and walked away.

You should have known at this point that things wouldn’t get any easier. The shop that you'd gone to earlier had run out of fresh cakes, and there wouldn't be any more for at least an hour. Apparently March 10th was the day that everyone had a birthday and/or celebration.

So, you had to go to the bakery that was the next closest; a twenty minute walk. By the time you got to the bakery, your heart was pounding with stress. You wanted to be back before Bucky and Steve returned, and this detour was pushing it. Thankfully, they had a cake. At this point, you didn't care if it was pink or had a cat on it, you were just glad to have it.

You made it back with only minutes to spare, and you still had to get ready for the dancing you were going to be doing tonight. That was Steve's idea. He was going with Sharon, Sam had found someone to accompany him, and Bucky had asked you to go with him. He said that he wouldn't feel comfortable with anyone else, so you accepted. You were lucky that you'd decided to pick out something to wear the night before.

By the time that you were ready, you could hear the door opening, signaling Steve and Bucky's return. They were both laughing as they entered, and you were glad that they had a good time. "So, I'm guessing everything went well." Their eyes turned to you as they walked further inside.

"Wow, you dress up nice," Bucky complimented while looking you over. You smiled and gave a small curtsy.

"Only on special occasions. Now, go sit while I go get something. It won't take a minute." They nodded, and you hurried to grab the cake. Your pace slowed as you walked it to the table. You didn't need the thing falling on you or the ground. What a disaster that would be.

As you entered the dining room, all three men smiled. Bucky's smile was the widest you'd ever seen it as you placed the cake in front of him. "Now, for obvious reasons, I didn't put all the candles on the cake, but I did get a few. I just wanted to give you something for your birthday." He grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss to the back of it in thanks.

"Thanks Doll. You didn't have to go through all this trouble for me though. I would have been fine if you hadn't gotten me anything." You scoffed and waved your hand at him.

"It was nothing," you lied. "Now hurry and blow out the candles." He did not need to know how much trouble you'd gone through for this cake.

He chuckled at your impatience before quickly blowing out the candles at the top. He cut a piece out for everyone, and took a small bite. You anxiously watched his face for his reaction. "Meh... I never was a fan of vanilla." Your face immediately fell at his words. All of your hard work was for nothing. Only when you saw his growing smirk did you realize that he'd been joking.

He laughed as you pushed his arm. "You're a jerk, you know that Barnes?" Even though you were slightly upset, you couldn't help the smile that started to spread across your face. You'd never seen him look so happy before. It was nice.

"Your face was pretty hilarious," Steve added through his own laughter. Even Sam had joined in, in laughing at you.

"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and eat your stupid cake so we can go meet Sharon already," you grumbled before stuffing a forkful of cake into your mouth. It was better than anything you would have made, and for that you were thankful.

@oneshot-shit @misshyen @quicksilverbells

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nahoyaglock · 3 years

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Im trying to write the first chapter of my kags ff but it sucks so bad im gonna barf so i tried reading my old writings to get inspo and wtf my writings kinza slap so why cant thsi kags ff just slap as hard gahdayum

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coffeenfun · 7 years

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Why do I see 13 & 15 involving the avengers having to make up for something Thor does BC he doesn't understand Midgardian customs....if I can't formulate a decent story line by weeks end, I'll decline the prompt game. And yes, each would be a drabble, but a two parter involving separate avenger bdays

Wait… I’m confused. I just woke up, sorry.

#kinza's 17th writing challenge #kinza replies #ask

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omgmahrukhblog-blog · 5 years

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Do your own thing.

Just when I take a break from everything around me I started watching Pakistani dramas which are no doubt very well written. Script writing is not a piece of cake; a good script needs tons of creativity, a great deal of time, knowledge of the language, intelligence and most importantly how a writer engages it’s audience/reader. Anyways moving on, I recently started watching an on-going drama Gul o Gulzar which is being aired on ARY television. Starring Saboor ali and Kanza Hashmi in the lead roles the drama serial revolves around two friends; one is pure evil and another one is innocent as an angel. So far drama is going well but I am seriously having deja vu watching this drama. I have seen all this before. Let me remember where I watched it before. OH!! Yes on GEO television. The drama Gul o Gulzar is the cheap copy of Ghar titli ka par. The GEO TV serial features Aiman khan and sanam choudhry in the lead roles along with the dashing Shehzad Sheikh. The drama was about friendship love and betrayal and greediness of a selfish woman. The similarities between Geo tv’s ghar titli ka par and ARY’s Gul o gulzar is so real that I cannot resist myself to not to talk about it. Just like Anji and Shafaq , Gul and Gulzar are best friends forever one is a saint and the other is evil. Saboor ali is trying too hard to become anji (sanam choudhry). From the uniform to the high ponytail to the headphones everything reminds me of Anji. While on the other hand kinza is doing justice with the shafaq character oh I mean gulzar’s character. This drama has nothing to offer, the same old story where we will witness “kabhi sautan kabhi saheli “ No doubt all the four actresses are doing a great job, they all are good in their respective roles but all we want is new drama, new scripts, new topics not the same old rewind reels .

#gulogulzar #ghartitlikapar #aimankhan #aimanmuneeb #sanamchauhdry #saboorali #kinzahashmi #minalkhan #shehzadsheikh #ary #geo #pakistanidramas #trendingnow

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wooahaes · 2 years

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Hi daisy!! It’s been a while so to catch up I’m speed running through ur blog to catch up on what I’ve missed LMAO - kinzavskpop

im abt to sleep but hiii kinza 💕 i hope you’ve been well 💕i don’t think much has happened lately since i’ve been kind of in a rut when it comes to writing (at least for the soulmate aus and UtS :( its been a struggle lately and i’m trying to Not force anything in the meantime 😞)

but anyway i hope you enjoy speedrunning my blog lol 💕 its good to hear from you!!

#wooahaes.ask #kinza ⭐️#i mean i changed up my theme today so ig thats something

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screamshiranui · 5 years

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Maybe I should just say ‘fuck it’ and write out other verses I really would like Lorna to have

like a Kinza verse or an Ouran verse

#;;ooc #i have plans to re watch a lot of shows and nothing sparks creativity then 'how can my oc talk to these people'

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kinzavskpop · 3 years

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rings || w.js

alternatively known as: the one where jackson reconnects with a childhood friend when they compete in the winter olympics pairing: jackson x figure skater!reader genres/AUs: childhood friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, sports!au, fluff, angst, brother’s best friend!au warnings: lots of about diets, weight, body image!! a/n: I wanted to write this au for sO long and was actually about to scrap it until Jackson did that video introducing the Tokyo Olympics and then I was like ‘well now I kind of have to do it because the universe literally gave me a sign’ so uh?? also this is a figure skating!au because I used to competitively figure skate and was always petty that my country wasn’t a part of the FSU so I could never make it to an olympic level (I tried to make this as understandable as possible but made a glossary post just in case, which you can find here!!)

anyone who has ever remotely been interested in Jackson Wang knows he’s an athletic guy ok it’s not hard to tell

his mom was a national level gymnast and his dad was competitive fencer, the man practically grew up breathing sports

he took after his dad and got into fencing and was basically going to be an olympic fencer at the 2012 london olympics if he didn’t join JYPE when he did

this ain’t news people

what IS news, is that Beijing is hosting the 2022 winter olympic games

you wanna know what the winter olympic games and Jackson Wang have in common??

you

you’ve known jackson since you were a kid, but not because y’all were neighbours or whatever maybe you were what do I know

you knew him because he was your brother’s closest friend when they met at the Junior Olympics in 2010

your brother and jackson hung out a lot when they weren’t practicing or competing, which was fun because you got to hang out too since you were a snow bird

and sure, your brother probably found hanging out with his younger sibling a little annoying but it was fun being your own little trio!!

why am I thinking jackson’s mom called you guys the three musketeers hehe

but while jackson used to stab people for fun, you preferred to make them dizzy

yes you read that right

anyway the point I’m trying to make is that you were a figure skater and did winter sports so you got to see your brother (and consequently, jackson) whoop some butt as teenage [summer] olympians ooooo

but it’s been twelve years since then, and life happens

Jackson moved to south korea two years later to became part of one of the biggest boy bands on the planet, started a solo career and company at the age of 23, hopefully got a new plant

Your brother got married to his s/o from college, decided he would rather help younger kids achieve their dreams and started a sports academy

and you... you felt like the only person in your trio who still had an itch to scratch, and BOY were you ready to relieve that itch

if it hadn’t been for an ill-timed ankle injury you probably would have made it onto your country’s skating team and actually tried to meet Jackson in Pyeongchang

and he certainly wasn’t subtle about it when asking your brother

“please tell me your sibling hasn’t retired” “why” “because south korea just won the bid to host the winter olympics in 2018″

and jackson was absolutely crushed when the news came out that you couldn’t even compete in the qualifiers for the olympics because of a stupid stage two fracture

so much so that one time jackson couldn’t perform Crash & Burn without almost crying because he remembers how when it came out you said that given the opportunity you would want to use it in a competition and make him as proud as he had made you

but when he found out the next winter games were in Beijing?? he went n u t s

“heyyyy~~” “what” “did u know that u absolutely have to make it to the next olympics” “I mean yes that would be my job but why are you telling me this??” “IT’S BEING HOSTED IN BEIJING” “jackson this isn’t new information” “YOU KNEW?????”

And this goes on for the entirety of the four years between pyeongchang and Beijing because Jackson has no sense of shame or personal space

“Drink my protein smoothie before you start today!!” “Please tell me you stretched properly before attempting any jumps” “what kind of outfits are you wearing for your routines” “bambam wants to know if he can pick your outfit but I said no” “do you want me to pick you up from the airport when you arrive? I’ll bring you food since you’ll be hungry” “how many spins can you do in a row without getting dizzy bc I said you could do 8 and mark said he’d buy me food if I could get proof”

The epitome of the meme that’s like “he a lil confused but he got the spirit”

Even your brother is like “dude you’ve got it bad” and Jackson, who isn’t perceptive to his own feelings whatsoever, is like “I’m just encouraging them to do their best!!”

But as much as Jackson’s constant texting is annoying, some days it’s the only thing that keeps you fighting

His little reminders to “eat this it’s good for your bones” or “drink water so you don’t almost pass out like you did at worlds that one time” keep you smiling and on track

Because as much as you want to win gold, you really want to see Jackson in person again

So you push through and ultimately it does pay off because you manage to make it onto your representative team!!

And without fail Jackson starts losing his mind, both privately and publicly

He sets google alerts for figure skating news, posts about his favourite routines you’ve done, he even manages to find old photos of the three of you and you basically have to yell at him to not post them

“Jackson please I look awful” “shut up you were so cute what even happened to you” “HEY” “I’m just kidding! OH I know I’ll ask my mom if she has-“ “WANG JIA ER” “oKAy fINE”

It’s actually quite cute

And when you finally start looking into logistics of when to book your tickets for, Jackson tries everything in his power to get you to stay a few nights longer than the ceremony

“Jackson I can’t stay, worlds is less than a month after the closing ceremony” “I’ll buy you fried chicken” “I can’t eat fried chicken it has too many calories” “ok fine we’ll get Peking duck” “Jackson” “final offer: Peking duck, a box of fēnggāo, and my mom’s jiǎozǐ” “if I get to see your mom too I’ll do it” “you think you’d come to china and get away with not seeing her?” “Fair point”

the media is EATING these cute interactions up, and the amount of fan edits you find are surprisingly high

like they’re very obviously moments taken out of context but it’s adorable how excited people are for you two

and when you do touch down in Beijing and get through immigration, your manager has to pull you through a different exit so you can avoid the crazy paparazzi and questions

you and your teammates settle into your olympic house and you get to know the other sport competitors and it’s somehow worse than the paparazzi because you can’t avoid your teammates when they ask you about jackson

especially when you come up short to questions like “oh do you like him~~” and everyone loses their shit

and when the games actually start it only gets worse

mainly because you start receiving exclusive packages from Team Wang

it just weighs on you that yeah, maybe you do like him but you can’t

you’re one of his best friend’s younger sibling, it would be weird and break the bro code

your brother is in a group chat with both yours & jackson’s moms like “I’ve been trying to set them up since 2018 idk how they haven’t noticed yet”

and the night before your first event, jackson facetimes you to cheer you on “in person”

“look at you!! the olympic figure skater to watch out for, a shoe in for the gold!! ass kicker extraordinaire!!” “jackson omg please calm yourself” “no thank you :^)”

you can hear your coach snicker from one of the other rooms and your only thought is ‘this is why the entire world thinks we’re dating smh’

but he can tell the pressure is getting to you because you’re kind of spacing out and not really answering him

so he acts like everything is fine before telling you to be ready

“hey, do me a favour and be ready in ten minutes” “ready for what” “we’re getting fried chicken and figuring whatever that sad face is about” “JACKSON WHAT”

it basically makes you feel like a teenager when you have to find a way to sneak out of your dorm and into his car without letting everyone else to notice

and he sees you running to his car with a mask on and a team wang beanie and he just,,, he feels his heart bust a GIANT nut and he can’t stop smiling like “omg they actually snuck out to see you stay calm OH GOD THEY’RE WEARING THE BEANIE RED ALERT”

like the scene from inside out in the boy’s head where all his emotions are screaming and running around lol

you hop into his car and the first thing you do after buckling your seatbelt safety first kids is glare at him

“the fried chicken better be worth breaking my diet” “only the best for the ice princess”

and the childhood name makes you smile because he really hasn’t changed

and it’s when you guys are tucked away in some tiny family restaurant on the second floor of a duplex, eating some of the best sweet and sour sesame chicken you’ve ever had in your life, does jackson ask you what’s really up and the only real response is

“I hate myself in the mirror”

and in that moment, when jackson sees how scared you are, his heart just. shatters.

you talk about everything you’ve been feeling; the pressure to be as small as you can ‘for the jumps’, how you’re one of only three representatives for your category of singles, the way you’ve been practically starving for months on end and if you even look at another smoothie you’ll kill someone-

and jackson just bear hugs you while asking for the bill bc you can already feel a panic attack coming on

and when you get back to the car with jackson you guys just sit in silence as he drives you back

and when he parks behind your building, he drops something in your lap

“remember when I was moving to korea and your brother came to visit me before I left? I was nervous and you told me that you were proud of me for following my dreams and that if I needed anything you guys were one call away. you told him to give me this ring and said it was your lucky charm so I could do well, and now I’m giving it back.”

“jacks-” “I’m not done. If skating is taking a toll on your health, you need to find a way out. I don’t want to find out that you ended up dead in a hotel room because you needed to ‘be smaller,’ or whatever other crap they tell you. You don’t have to change for anyone, and if I find out you’re not eating properly I will not hesitate to kick your ass. So, go out there and do your best, and when your events are over...”

"winner winner chicken dinner?”

and that’s what makes you and jackson lose it

because no matter how old you two get, you’ll still be those kids from the youth olympics with wacky traditions you created when you were tweens/teens

so when you do compete during the short program, jackson texts you some good luck texts that say he’ll be watching you live

only he neglects to tell you that he meant he boUGHT TICKETS TO PHYSICALLY SEE YOU THERE??!?!?!?!?

and honestly the only reason you even know he’s there is because you hear him scream ‘WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER’ and have to stop yourself from laughing so hard you fall over

but you get through to the free skate!!

you’re not sure if your score is enough to really get you to the finals yet which is scary

but it’s ok because you realize jackson literally took so many photos and videos of your performance and updated his instagram story with no captions

except for a black screen at the end that just says ‘I can’t believe I got to watch this in person oh my god’

and when the results come out that you are competing in the finals he proceeds to lose his mind on twitter

one tweet that got a particularly large amount of traction was one that just said “if you’re not into figure skating unfollow me now this is gonna be the only thing on my brain for the next two days”

jackson is NOT subtle nor does he want to be lmfao

especially because your brother messaged jackson being like “did u kiss them yet” and jackson was like “why would I do that we don’t like each other like that” and then two seconds later went “I’ll do it after their events I can’t distract them rn”

and you have the day off the next day so you expect a ton of texts or calls from Jackson but you get none which confuses the absolute hell out of you

so you message the only other person you know who would know why he’s not annoying you like he usually would: your brother

“hey I need ur help” “omg an olympic figure skater needs my help!!!!1!1″ “shut up and help me”

basically you annoy him enough to get him to tell you that jackson doesn’t want to distract you before your free skate

so you start spamming jackson like the good friend you are

“hello mr wang pls answer me” “jacksonnnnnnnn” “dumpling boy” “don’t make me call your mother” “geoul-a geoul-a jebal jom malhaejulyeomuna”

jackson, freaking the fuck out in the got7 group chat: “SOS I’m in love send help” “slfjslkd they just sent the opening line to just right what dO I D O”

all the other members are reading his messages and laughing because damn he has it bad

anyway he never messages you back so you kinda just shrug it off and make sure you stretch properly and relax because you have to do well to medal

the next day, you get a text right before you go on the ice from the ghoster himself that’s just a picture of the rink from a high pov

and you have to force yourself to focus because “wow,,,,, he really meant watch me live huh,,,,,,, he’s so cute I love him,,,,, wait WHAT”

and before your free skate, the program announcer calls your name and then says “skating to GOT7′s Crash and Burn”

does Jackson almost shit himself and have a heart attack at the same time??? yes

like he figured you meant use his songs at like nationals or something not the goddaMN FUCKING OLYMPICS?????????

serves him right for not warning you he was gonna show up to see you skate both times tbqh

but you make sure that you try and get in all your rotations in full and that your jumps are clean because if there’s one thing you’re not gonna do it’s ruin jackson’s song

the judges are deliberating and jackson is so proud he tears up a little

and then when you’re putting your guards on and talking to your coaches, you can hear commotion behind you

you turn around only to see jackson trying to explain that he’s not insane and he knows you and you have to explain that, yes, you do in fact know the crazy man trying to break into the box

so he does come to greet you but instead of congratulating you like a normal person, he just goes “I’m in love with you”

and you’re so shocked that you don’t even realize that you won’t medal because jackson is kissing you

the entire internet is on fire with headlines like “jackson wang dating olympic figure skater” or “olympic figure skater uses bf jackson wang’s song during their free skate performance”

it’s funny as hell when the internet goes crazy and the rest of your family gets questioned too

your brother takes full credit for the relationship

bambam jokingly tweeting about how you should let him help you plan the wedding sends aghases into screaming mode

jackson’s mom flies out to beijing to see you and you guys go for dinner together and she brings some of his baby pictures to show you

jackson looks like he wants to crawl in a hole and die lol

you look at each other with so much love in your eyes and his mom takes like 50 billion pictures and sends them to the group chat she’s in with your mom and brother with the caption “mission accomplished”

you get a text on your way out of the restaurant from your brother that just says “use protection” and you have to restrain yourself from blocking him lol

#got7 x reader #got7 au #got7 scenarios #got7 fanfic #got7 imagines #jackson wang au #jackson wang x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop au #fluff #got7 fluff #jackson wang fluff #kinza writes

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