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[fangirlshrewt97]

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10. how would you describe your style?

lololol, IDK if there is any specific style I follow? I guess right now I am sticking more to Indian daily kurtas and leggings combo? In western wear, I always go for jeans and blouses? I like long tops. And floral patterns?

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

Realistically? Malaysia. It has all the familiar comforts of India, but also feels like you are living abroad. Just for fun? South America, it was where I grew up and I miss it. There are no other people like the populace from there.

31. 3 favorite boy names?

(1) Shiva, (2) Suriya, (3) Chandran

32. 3 favorite girl names?

I'm a sucker for more traditional Indian names, so (1) Rajeshwari, (2) Saraswati, and (3) Shanthi

46. whats your go to hair style?

Ponytails. Just a good old ponytail. Very hard to go wrong there.

80. what is your biggest pet peeve? 

Oh man when you can't let me know ahead of time about change of plans. Like if you have promised to do something, or meet me somewhere. And then have to change plans last minute? Tell me! Don't make me have to be waiting for you to show up and then call you when you don't! Just honor your commitments, or be honest that you aren't interested/can't do it.

Thanks for the asks!

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[a-splash-of-stucky]

A Messed Up Place | Six

Pairings: Bucky x Reader || Steve x Reader

Summary: Bucky realises that he has well and truly lost his chance

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and human trafficking.

Notes (there’re quite a few): Written for @hellomissmabel. Saying this ahead of time: I AM SO SORRY.

Slight time-jump between this and the last chapter. Part of this chapter was inspired by this song, which I highly recommend you listen to, as it’s quite an accurate representation of Bucky’s feelings (but listen to it after you’ve read the chapter, otherwise, it gives the whole chapter away, lol)

Also, I have no clue what I’m talking about with the drugs bullshit. Also, also: I have a rough timeline for this series, but it’s not completely solidified. So, if you spot a continuity error, do let me know.

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He supposes that he should have expected this. He’s been lucky to get this far without having to do this, really.

Nearly a whole three months have passed without Bucky needing to go on a mission with you. The last one had been about two weeks before you and Bucky ended your arrangement, and even then, Sam and Wanda had tagged along. Bucky can’t remember the last time he was on a mission with you and you alone.

In a way, he’s glad of that — the fact that he hasn’t had to spend more time with you than is strictly necessary. Bucky’s been avoiding you and Steve as much as he can without raising suspicions. By this point, he’s gotten over the initial stages of his grief — can it even be called grief? — at losing you, but it still hurts. His life has just transitioned into a new kind of normal.

But of course, his luck couldn’t have lasted forever.

The intel came through less than 48 hours ago. Nova, a drug cartel known for smuggling heroin across South and Southeast Asia have apparently been bribed to sell a particularly large load of the substance. According to the team’s intelligence network, this particular batch of heroin has been contaminated with traces of radioactive material and is therefore not safe for human consumption. Well. Heroin in general is not safe for human consumption, but this batch is especially unsafe. Primary mission objective, therefore, is to prevent as much of this drug from entering the market as possible.

Beyond that, though, Nova is known to have strong ties with the South Asian human trafficking ring, which has a global reputation for supplying live human subjects to questionable laboratories all over the world, in order for human testing to be performed. The team have been trying to infiltrate their system for several months, now; this could be the breakthrough they’ve been searching for.

Bucky and Y/N thus have a relatively simple mission ahead of them, as far as objectives go. Because Nova targets a particular kind of clientele — the wealthy and elite, marketing their heroin as being ‘premium’, top of the line stuff — the two of you will be posing as a couple interested in buying some of their drug. Couples, for whatever reason, seem to be their preferred customers. In the process, the two of you need to find a way of decontaminating or disposing of the shipment, whilst also worming your way into the human trafficking side of things, perhaps by mentioning an interest in buying some specimens in order to carry out testing back home.

Natasha would have been Bucky’s first choice partner for this mission; she’s the one with countless years of experience under her belt. Moreover, he’s worked with her before, seen how flawlessly she can pull off any role, no matter how different it may be to her true self. Unfortunately, Natasha is currently occupied in Berlin, following up a lead about the German government developing military-grade weapons using Chitauri tech. God knows how they got their hands on that.

So with Natasha out of the picture, Bucky’s next choice would have been Steve, except — well, posing as a couple would have been a tad more difficult. Not that Bucky’s got any reservations about parading around as a gay man in the name of the mission, but, well. Malaysia’s not exactly the most accepting of countries when it comes to that sort of thing. Besides, the punk’s not cut out for espionage. In fact, Bucky would even go as far as to say that he’s completely hopeless at it.

Steve’s idea of ‘going incognito’ is a baseball cap and sunglasses, for goodness’ sake.

And, since everyone else is either occupied with another project, or simply lacks the skill-set required for this particular type of mission, Bucky had no choice but to go on it with you posing as his wife.

The two of you have just made it to your hotel. You’re at the reception desk, checking in. Bucky is slouched in a velvet-upholstered armchair, guarding the luggage. He scrunches his nose and itches the back of his neck. The damn face veil makes for a good disguise, but fuck if he isn’t excited to take it off.

In order to maintain your role as a well-to-do couple, you and Bucky are staying in an upscale hotel in the centre of Kuala Lumpur. The lobby is massive, all double-ceilings, chandeliers, and sparkling marble floors. The whole place practically exudes lavishness from every crevice. It’s not the ideal place to bunk in — not enough escape routes, for one thing — but he can’t be picky when he’s got pretences to keep up.

He looks up as you cheerily thank the crisply-dressed receptionist and make your way over to him. With his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, Bucky allows his gaze to slowly drag up your body. Embodying the look of a classy business woman, you’re dressed in a pair of black cigarette trousers and a white blouse, a relaxed-fit blazer thrown on top. The face veil you have on is projecting the image of a generic ‘pretty girl’ and to complete the ensemble, you’ve got on a black, curly-hair wig, which you’ve tied into a loose ponytail.

“Ready to go?” you ask, picking up your duffel bag and hooking it over your shoulder. “Apparently we’ve got a nice view,” you say, waving the key card in front of his face.

The action causes the stunning diamond ring on your left hand to glint in the sunlight streaming through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Bucky wishes the could say that that ring is only there for the sake of the mission.

He can’t, though. That’s not the truth.

The truth is that that ring is one-hundred percent genuine. And Bucky wasn’t the one to give it to you.

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Bucky sprawls out onto the slightly-damp grass after his sprint, cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling with each pant. He yanks up the hem of his t-shirt and uses it to wipe the worst of the sweat off his brow. Heavy footfalls thunder past him and moments later, his view of the sun is blocked by a shadow that looms above him.

“You cheated,” Steve accuses, eyes narrowing to angry slits. Bucky grins.

“Would’a beaten you, even if I hadn’t,” he replies, “You said you wanted to race me. You never said I couldn’t push you into a ditch along the way,”.

“It’s called fair play!” Steve cries in frustration, throwing his hands into the air.

“Dunno if you’ve noticed, Stevie,” Bucky says solemnly, folding his hands together, “But the world ain’t exactly a fair place,”. Steve shakes his head in mock annoyance, chuckling dryly.

“Aww, c’mon, Steve, don’t be sore with me,” Bucky whines, reaching out to tug on the ankle of Steve’s joggers. “Come down here and enjoy the sun. It’s real nice,”.

Steve mutters darkly under his breath but eventually gives into Bucky’s request. He sits down beside Bucky —sighing loudly as he does so — with his legs outstretched and his palms planted behind him, face tilted towards the sun. His foot is near Bucky’s shoulder, so Bucky takes the liberty of poking his ankle a few times, just to see what kind of reaction that gets him. Steve grunts, then kicks Bucky gently with his foot, clearly not amused. Bucky snorts, but moves his hand away, pillowing it under his head.

A moment of companionable silence passes. This is probably the happiest Bucky’s been in — a long time. Too long. Much longer than he’d like to admit.

“Bucky?” Steve asks, breaking their peaceful bubble. His voice is quiet, tentative.

“Yeah?”

“Can I…talk to you about something?”

There’s an undertone to Steve’s voice that raises Bucky’s hackles, sets his nerves on edge. His blood starts to rush a little faster through his veins. Somehow, a part of him just knows what Steve’s going to say. This is it, he tells himself, this is where he calls you out.

“Sure,” Bucky says, voice a little more cautious that he wants it to be.

Steve sits up straighter, crosses his legs and starts to pick at the grass in front of him. “Listen, I—you remember the night you got drunk?”

Bucky stiffens. His heart stops. Worst-case scenarios are flashing through his head at a million miles an hour. He feels like his chest is collapsing in on itself, ribs constricting around his lungs. He can’t catch a breath—

“You—you remember that?” he croaks out.

Steve smiles tiredly. “Look, pal, I—I know you were talking about her,”.

Bucky swallows thickly, tamping down the wave of nausea rolling through his system. “Steve, I—,”

Steve holds a hand out to stop him. “Just listen for a sec, ‘kay? I know you were talking about her, and…and I already had a feeling, by that point. I kinda thought that you might like her,” he admits.

Bucky is all sorts of confused right now.

“Steve, I—what?” he says, completely at a loss for words. “I—you—I thought you didn’t get me—,”

“Pal, you were pretty wasted,” Steve says wryly, “But even shit-faced, I could make out what you were talking about,”.

With a heavy grunt, Bucky heaves himself up, crosses his legs and situates himself in front of Steve. Clearly, they are about to have a Talk™, and those kinds of talks should be had face-to-face (if one is brave enough to manage it), and sitting down.

“Okay, why’re you bringing this up now?” Bucky asks tersely, “Why now, Steve? Because, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s been nearly two months since that night and I’ve been going out of my goddamn mind with—,”

“I know, I know,” Steve says, holding both hands up in surrender, “I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have left it so long. I should’a…come to you a long time ago,”.

Bucky huffs indignantly. “Finally. Some sense has gotten through that thick skull a’ yours,”.

Steve cracks a weak half-smile.

“But Steve,” Bucky continues, wringing his hands agitatedly, “I—seriously, you’re telling me that you’ve known all this time? You’ve…I’ve been going crazy wondering if—if you were mad, or upset or…” Bucky lets his voice trail off in his uncertainty, his eyes trained on Steve’s face like a hawk, tracking even the minutest change in his expression.

“I’m an idiot, I know,” Steve repeats morosely, plucking out a blade of grass and twisting it around the tip of his index finger. “I didn’t…know if you wanted me ta’ bring it up, that’s why. You seemed so…upset about it, so I didn’t wanna push you, if you didn’t wanna talk about it, I guess,”.

“So why now?” Bucky repeats, crossing his arms in front of his chest and tipping his chin up in silent challenge. “Why’re you bringing it up now?”

“Because I love her, Bucky,” Steve says carefully, keeping his eyes trained on the mud-caked soles of his shoes. “I love Y/N, but I also love you, and I don’t wanna go on hurting your feelings,”. As he finishes talking, Steve lifts his eyes to meet Bucky’s stare.

There, says Bucky’s inner voice, now’s your chance.

Steve has given Bucky the opening that he’s been looking for all this while. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has just about fallen into his lap. The words hang unspoken between them, but Bucky knows without a shadow of doubt that if he admitted to the fact that he still has feelings for you, Steve would take it all in stride.

But can he? Can he do that to Steve? Can Bucky live with himself, knowing that he obtained his happiness by depriving Steve of his?

“Nah, pal,” Bucky says, shooting him a small smile, “I’m over her now, it’s been…what? Over two months since that night, right?”

“Yeah, but—,”

“M’over her, now,” Bucky says, injecting every ounce of authenticity he can into his words, “Really, Stevie, I am. I mean, yeah, I had a crush on her for a while but now it’s…gone,”.

It’s a lie, a blatant, outright lie. If anything, Bucky’s feelings for you have only intensified with time.

Does Steve need to know about that, though? Of course not.

Steve arches an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. “Bucky,” he says, tone all gentle and patient, “Really, if…if you do, you can tell me, you know that, right? M’not gonna…m’not gonna be mad or upset or nothin’ like that, I just wanna know,”.

Bucky squares his shoulders and looks Steve dead in the eye. “You deaf or somethin’? I’m telling ya’, Stevie, I don’t got feelings for her no more, I really don’t,”. His stomach contorts itself into uncomfortable knots at the untruth, but by this point, Bucky’s buried himself so far deep under a pile of them, what difference does another make?

Steve narrows his eyes in suspicion, but doesn’t press the issue any further. A moment of tense silence slips by.

“Then…can I ask you for some advice?” Steve asks quietly, “If…I…y’know what, nevermind,”.

Bucky’s curiosity is piqued. “Hey, no — tell me!” Bucky protests, “You gotta tell me, c’mon,”.

Steve shakes his head, huffs out a dry laugh. “Nah, it’s…s’ too much after…that,” he says, waving his hand in vague circles.

“It’s about Y/N?”

Steve nods, chewing on his bottom lip in the way he does when he’s nervous. His eyes flick up for a brief moment, catching Bucky’s own.

“I’mgonnaaskhertomarryme,” Steve blurts, the words coming out in a sudden rush, all spoken in one exhale.

Bucky blinks, dumbstruck. He’s pretty sure he caught what Steve’s just admitted to, but just to be sure, he says “Stevie? Could you uh…repeat that? At, like, half-speed?”

Steve swallows. “I’m, uhh…I want to ask Y/N to marry me,”.

“You’re gonna propose to her?” Bucky says slowly, the gears in his brain scrambling to make sense of the situation.

“Yes,” Steve says, tone firm and resolute, as if he’s made his mind up already. Knowing Steve, he probably has.

“Steve, isn’t it…I dunno, a bit soon? It’s only been a couple’a months, right?” Bucky says, throat going uncharacteristically dry because the reality of Steve’s words is now sinking in. He bites his tongue, willing himself to not say what he really means: It’s too soon, Steve. I haven’t had my chance. I have’t had time to show her that I can be good.

Steve’s expression visibly falls, shoulders sagging in defeat. “You think it’s a bad idea,” he sighs.

Bucky catches himself quickly. “No, no!” he splutters, “No, Steve, I—Christ, you just surprised me, is all! ‘Course I think you should!”

It’s not technically a lie. It’s…well. It’s complicated. Half of Bucky thinks that Steve is perhaps jumping into things a tad too fast, but the other half of Bucky thinks that life is too short — even for enhanced individuals — to be sitting around, waiting for the good things to come to you. Bucky as a whole wishes that Steve would back down, just so he can have even the slightest chance at winning your heart. But — he’s had chances before and not taken them, why would he do so now?

Oh, can he have a do-over of this life? Why did it have to end up so complicated?

“Bucky?” Steve asks, resting his hand on Bucky’s thigh and drawing Bucky out of his thoughts.

“Just…wow, Stevie,” Bucky says, coaxing his lips into a smile and praying to the dear lord above that Steve won’t see through the widening cracks in his facade. “M’so happy for you,”.

Steve, the punk, ducks his head in embarrassment, the tips of his ears turning a little pink. “Yeah, well. Haven’t asked her yet,” he mutters.

Maybe Steve’s oblivious, wrapped up in his own joy and completely blinded by his love for you. Or maybe, Steve is not actually as smart as Bucky once thought. Whatever the case, Bucky thinks it’s a miracle that he’s gotten this far into the conversation without Steve calling him out, because Bucky’s pretty sure that his pain is written all over his face, plainly apparent in his body language.

“Don’t worry, pal,” Bucky murmurs, “She’s gonna say yes,”.

But a part of me doesn’t want her to.

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The hotel room is swanky. There is indeed, a nice view of the KL city skyline out of their enormous windows, and as a bonus, the fire-escape stairwell is accessible via the bathroom window. You can never have too many getaway options on hand. They’re paying for this hotel out of Stark’s bank account, so this splurge is mostly to keep up with the appearance of the two of you being a wealthy couple. It’s more of a suite than a room, really; the front door opens up to a small living room with an adjoining kitchenette, and the bedroom is through a doorway beside the sofa. There’s an ensuite with a massive shower that Bucky is just dying to test out.

Bucky dumps his bag at the foot of the bed, the flops face down onto the pristine white sheets, moaning in contentment as his body sinks into the marshmallowy softness of the mattress. He reaches for the switch behind his right ear, switches off the face veil, then peels it off his skin and tosses it across the room. The trained soldier inside him is telling him to get out of bed and sweep the room for bugs, but fuck, this bed is way too comfortable to get out of.

“Hey Bucky?” you call, raising your voice so that he can hear you from the living room.

“Mmm?”

“I’m just gonna give Steve a quick call, ‘kay? Just to check in?”

“Go ahead,” Bucky replies, his voice coming out muffled due to the thick duvet.

—————————

“Hey Bucky?”

“Mmm?”

Bucky looks up from his tablet, holding his hand above his eyes to shield them from the glare of the sun. Earlier that afternoon, he’d decided to take himself out of the restricting confines of his room and come to sit in the back garden for a while. Stark had built a little patio area there, complete with fancy outdoor furniture. Bucky is currently relaxing in one of the swinging chairs.

You’re standing off to Bucky’s right, your hands held behind your back. Your body is haloed by the burnt orange glow of the sunset; it’s quite a breathtaking image, actually, spoiled only by the tenseness lingering in the air.

Bucky has a feeling he knows what you’re going to say.

“Yeah, Y/N? What’s up?” he prompts, when it’s clear that you’re unwilling to be the first to speak. He switches off his tablet and tucks it beside him.

“I—um. Is it okay if I sit down?” you ask nervously.

Bucky scoots a little to the left, then gestures to the newly vacated space. You gingerly perch on the swing, back ram-rod straight, your hands shoved into the front pocket of your navy blue hoodie. You’re deep in thought, staring intensely at the grass in front of the swing chair. Bucky allows himself a moment to admire the curve of your jaw and the elegant column of your neck.

The suspense is starting to get to him, though. “Y/N?” Bucky asks softly, “What’s up?”

“Can you keep a secret?” you ask tightly, sparing him a glance out of the corner of your eye.

“Of course,” Bucky says, without a moment’s hesitation. Lord knows that he’s been keeping a hell of a lot of them, for the past couple of months. More than is strictly healthy, if he’s honest with himself.

“I—um,” you start, your voice thick and a little scratchy. You swallow audibly, before turning to look Bucky in the eye. His breathing catches and his heart races a tiny bit faster — out of dread, anticipation and fear.

“Steve…asked me to marry him. I—I said yes. I—we’re engaged. You’re…the first person to know,”.

Bucky’s mind is simultaneously blank and all-too-loud. He clenches his jaw and rages an internal battle with himself, fighting to hold back the tears stinging the backs of his eyelids. He’s been expecting this. The anticipation has been eating away at the last shreds his of sanity ever since Steve told him that he wanted to marry you.

Every.

Single.

Night since that day, Bucky has been harshly jolted from his sleep by the vision of you in white, walking down the aisle like an angelic deity floating on clouds. The more he tries to steer his mind to other avenues of thinking, the more he finds himself nervously waiting for you to tell him the good — the bad? — news. To slam the door in his face, as it were, making it undoubtedly clear that Bucky has no chance with you.

That’s it, then, he thinks. There’s an unyielding sense of finality to the situation. His chance is well and truly gone.

“Bucky?” you ask worriedly, a small line appearing in the middle of your brow.

Bucky swallows, runs his flesh hand through his unkempt hair. “I—wow, Y/N, that’s amazing!” Bucky cries, trying to muster up as much enthusiasm and excitement as he can. It takes no small amount of effort on his part, pretending that he’s happy when in reality, he’s anything but. Bucky’s so exhausted, now — he’s running on his last reserves of energy, trying to play the part of a supportive friend when all he wants to do is breakdown.

You gnaw on your bottom lip anxiously. “You gotta…please can you not tell anyone else? Steve kinda wants to do a big reveal,”.

“The punk’s always been a drama queen,” Bucky murmurs, voice low and tired, the corner of his lip twitching into a little smile.

You’re not smiling, though. An anxious expression is still playing on your features. “I…wanted to tell you directly. I mean, Steve was probably gonna do it, but I—you, y’know, we have…history,”.

Bucky flaps his hand offhandedly, feigning a carefree attitude. “History is history. You’re with Steve now, I’m happy for you,”.

“I know it’s a rush, but…I love him, I do,”. After a pause, you continue, “He’s thinking of having our wedding sometime in June—,”

“What?” Bucky says sharply, interrupting you mid-sentence. He winces internally, realising his mistake. “I—I mean, that’s only what, two, three months from now? A little soon, right?” God, he hopes that that was a good enough save. His heart — what’s left of it, anyway — feels like it’s being squeezed by razor-sharp talons.

In truth, Bucky doesn’t have a problem with the fact that it’s happening so soon. You could tell him that you and Steve were getting married next week and he wouldn’t do anything to stop it. No, the issue is not in the fact that June is only a handful of weeks away; the issue is in the fact that June is…your anniversary. Okay, not technically your anniversary, given that you and Bucky were never actually together in the first place, but June is when you first propositioned Bucky. June is when the two of you first stepped onto this long and winding road.

You nod slowly, expression turning a little wistful. “I know, I know it’s a rush, Bucky. But—Steve is, heh, eager,” you say, laughing dryly. “He’s leaving for that military tour in Afghanistan at the start of July, remember? And he’ll be away for three months, so—,”

“So wouldn’t it be better to wait til’ after?” Bucky suggests, cutting in again. He can’t help it; he doesn’t want to hear the wedding bells chime. He doesn’t want you to get married in June. He doesn’t want you to get married to Steve full stop, but he especially doesn’t want it to happen in June. Even if…June means nothing to you, it means a lot to Bucky and he’d like to keep that month for himself, if at all possible. Besides, three months is…it’s not enough time for him to do something, anything, that could possibly turn this situation in his favour.

When those wedding bells ring, they’ll mark the end of an era. They’ll symbolise the fact that Bucky will never have a second chance with you. He’s not ready for that. Christ, he’s not ready for that.

He doesn’t want to love, if it’s not you; there’s no one else he trusts with his fragile heart. You’ve seen the truly black and broken parts of his soil and somehow, still managed to show him kindness. You know his past, are fully aware of the crimes he’s committed and the sickening amount of blood covering his hands, but yet — you don’t look at him differently. You don’t judge him. Bucky doesn’t want to love anyone else. His heart belongs to you; always has, always will.

“Bucky, you…” you pause, as eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. An expression of curiosity crosses your features. “Bucky, do you not want me to…?” your voice trails off, leaving Bucky to fill in the blanks.

What does he want, really? He wants you, that much is clear, but more importantly, he wants you to be happy — if you find your happiness in Steve, then who is he to judge?

“M’sorry,” Bucky sighs, leaning back and scrubbing a hand over his face, “You put me on the spot, Y/N, just—yeah, that was a little harsh. Uncalled for. S’your wedding, you do what you want,”.

But if he’s honest—

Fuck it, Barnes, he growls internally, that’s the problem, ain’t it? It’s always an ‘if’. You’re never honest. You’re just a goddamn rotten liar, lyin’ to everyone’s faces.

—he wants you to see through his lies. Bucky wants you to see right through the flimsy mask he wears, expose him for the crumbling wreck of a human being that he’s become. He wants you to peel back the curtain, tear open the fine wrappings that bind his sanity together and see Bucky for what he truly is: a hopeless, love-struck, abject failure. Bucky wants to get caught, wants you to see how unhappy he is. He wants you to see the truth, the reality of the situation, but—at the same time, he doesn’t.

“No, Bucky, if you’re not okay with it, the whole June thing, I can talk to Steve, we can—,”

“Y/N, seriously, m’fine,” Bucky says, whipping up a cocky smirk and even managing a small laugh. “Just a little surprised, honestly. Life’s too short to be waiting around, right? Go on, get married,”.

“Bucky, it’s…it’s because it’s June, isn’t it?” you ask quietly, turning away to look into the distance, again. “S’cause it’d be one year, since…”

“Yeah,” Bucky says thickly, “Just seems a little weird, is all,”.

You take your hands out of your pockets — the diamond on your left ring finger sparkling in the light of the setting sun — and place them both on his thigh, forcing Bucky to look into your eyes. “Barnes,” you say softly, “Tell me the truth. What do you want?”

Fuck.

“I—want you to be happy,” Bucky says, voice barely louder than a whisper. He swallows and hopes for all he is worth, praying that you don’t see the lie for what it is. It’s not technically untrue, it’s just not the full truth. A thousand words are clamouring to be spoken. Only two of them really matter, though.

I want you to be happy with me.

—————————

“Barnes!” you cry, snapping Bucky back to the present as you flop onto the bed beside him. “You okay? You seem pretty exhausted,”.

“M’fine, just a little jet-lagged,” Bucky replies, speaking directly into the duvet.

“Shall we go have dinner? Scout the area a little?” you suggest.

With a tired groan, Bucky pushes himself up onto his forearms to look at you. You’re spread out on the bed, hair in a ruffled mess around your face, a playful grin on your lips. For a moment, it’s enough to take Bucky back to the compound, back to six months ago, when he had you all to himself and things weren’t as fucked up as they are now.

The dream shatters like a breaking mirror when he catches sight of the ring on your finger.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “We might as well,”.

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Easy Money

Low Ah Chong left school at the age of 18 after completing his Chinese Senior 3. He picked up odd jobs here and there but was never able to stay long on any of them. He was not able to secure powerful and influential contacts to bolster his social standing and make his boss think twice about offending him. He was aware of those methods like aggressive one-upmanship, backstabbing, and palm greasing to oust rivals. Ah Chong always believed he was a disgruntled worker and that his contributions were never appreciated. That was why ethical, religious or moral issues were never on his list. To him, people are living in a ruthless, tyrannical, dog-eat-dog world.  It was only recently that the police smashed up one of those syndicates in the country. The fear of the death sentence was the tipping point when he thought of joining the heroin and methamphetamine trade. It was obvious there were people who got rich importing and trafficking heroin and ice.

At last the get rich quick idea flashed in his mind. He recruited two of his good friends, each possessed chivalrous manners, with good physique and personal charms. They appeared to be very honest too. By all means three of them put up with enough money to buy a block of gold worth S$80000.00.

The three of them spent their first day at the Carlton Hotel eating and drinking in the bar most of the time. After comprehensive survey they found an old man who was able to purchase the gold bars with cash.

Ah Chong introduced himself as an East Malaysia timber tycoon who was in the process of buying a piece of land at Kota Kinabalu worth S$1.8 millions, and that his father was in Montreal negotiating the opening of a five star hotel and therefore the bank in Kota Kinabalu was unwilling to release the money for the land transaction.

"It’s a pity the land owner could not wait until two days later. By then I’ll not have to part with the gold bars, "Ah Chong convinced the old man.

Puffing away the smoke, Ah Chong put the cigarette into the astray and pulled out a piece of gold bar from the trousers pocket, telling the old man it was worth S$70000.00, and that was the present for him from his father for Ah Chong’s last birthday. He claimed he had another 25 lengths in the hotel, each exactly the same as the other. As agreed, the bar was to be kept by the old man overnight. The old man stood up, made an excuse and went away telling Ah Chong he needed some time to make the decision.  Fakery was very common in this part of the world. He went directly to a gold smith who confirmed that piece was genuine and was worth S$80000.00. He rushed back to the hotel to confirm the purchase of all the 26 pieces. It was agreed that the cash would be handed over the next afternoon.

Money was drawn from the local banks. Bundles and bundles of the 1000-dollar notes were nicely packed in a traveling bag. Before he fell asleep the old man wondered why Ah Chong wanted to part with the gold at a loss.

The following day afternoon, Ah Chong suggested that before they go  to collect the other 25 pieces, they should celebrate the occasion with a feast. Since the old man did not object they again found themselves drinking and puffing at the Carlton. The old man got slightly dizzy. Ah Chong suggested that the money should be handed over at an isolated place so as not to attract unwanted attention because it was illegal to trade gold in the black market. The hotel was not a safe place either because of the video cameras installed everywhere.

"If we’re caught, no one can help us," Ah Chong was doing his best to intimidate and obfuscate this old man. Don’t you agree people can use fear to control others?

Ah Tee volunteered to collect the gold bars from the room upstairs and they took their rented car to the area behind the National Library. Alexandra stayed back giving the excuse he wanted to spend more time with his newly found Singapore girl. Before they reached the parking lot behind the Library, Ah Chong advised the old man to produce the gold bar he received yesterday so as to compare with the other 25 authenticated pieces.

"You never know, Ah Tee might be up to something," Ah Chong laughed heartily, chuckling and chortling.

While the transaction was in progress, a man with a gun in his right-hand,  suddenly pounced from behind the bush shouting: Police! Police! Police! Ah Chong grabbed the genuine bar and dashed toward the bush. His member was waiting at the other side with a motorbike. Ah Chong jumped on the backseat and they sped of without looking back. Ah Tee who was holding the bag of money jumped on another motorbike few feet away. They headed towards the north, obviously on the way to Malaysia. The shocked old man ran inside the library and hid in the level one male toilet. When the victim came to his senses hours later, he came home to inform his wife who suggested that it must be reported to the police because there was a slim chance that he money could be found at the cause-way or the airport.

At the Changi Airport, Ah Chong was still panting and shivering. He checked in and went to hide in the toilet until the last announcement was made calling passengers to board the plane leaving for Shanghai. The five hours trip was still very painful because he was still thinking that the Shanghai police might be waiting for him at the airport.

It was a great relief that he checked out smoothly. The taxi brought him to The St. Regis where his room was already booked. Ah Chong was expecting his share of the money within the next 48 hours. What he did not expect was that he had a guest waiting for him in his room. He was Alexandra’s son, Johnny. Ah Chong was putting his briefcase in the cabinet when Johnny pointed a pistol at him.

"What’re you trying to do?" the shocked robber asked.

"If I don’t kill you today, by tomorrow the other members will kill me. If they fail to find me they will kill my parents. What are you compared to my parents? Whatever we’re told to carry out, we cannot fail. It will be most painful to fail."

"Please, Johnny, put away the gun. Let me tell you a good story."

Johnny was amused that a dying man still wanted to tell a story.

"OK. I’ll give you ten minutes," Johnny still pointed the gun at Ah Chong.

"You’re my son. I’m your biological father!"

"What? You take me to be a 3-year-old kid? That you cooked up a story like this that I can let you off and instead get myself killed?"

"No, I’m telling the truth. Let’s go for DNA test now."

"No way, if you walk out of this hotel alive I’ll be the one to die."

Johnny thought there was no harm in giving this poor and greedy bastard another ten or twenty minutes. So he agreed to the idea.

"In 1967, when I completed High School in Labuan, I came to Singapore for a job interview. I was given a first class ticket on board the ship Kemanis. The ship left Labuan one night at 2400 Hr. I boarded the ship at ten p.m. I went round to talk to whoever was willing to talk to me. I found your mother, sleeping on the canvas bed on the deck. She was friendly. I invited her to sleep in my room, which was air-conditioned. She came into the room to talk to me. Your mum didn’t want to have sex with me. She was very firm. But she could not set free because I overpowered her. I forced her on the bed, and told her it would be over in ten minutes. But if she refused, I could still rape her and then kill her and throw in body into the sea, and nobody would ever find out. She knew what I was talking because the door to my cabin was immediately by the side of the corridor, and the sea was only about three feet away! I was lucky she did not shout for help. I would have been put in prison for that.

Your mother was very strong and firm. I had to pin her down on the bed, with my right hand pressing her left arm on the mattress, and then pushing her right hand under her neck so that I could control both her hands with my right hand, leaving the other hand to unbutton her trousers, pulling it down to her feet. Your mother put her right foot over the left foot, and locked her feet together, and was struggling with me for several minutes.  There was no way she could fight back. I got on top of her and forced both her legs open and, only then, she relaxed and calmed down. Surely a sign of approval. I began to kiss her on the lips, pushing my tongue in and out of her mouth, waiting for her to be ready to receive me. When it was wet, I forced myself inside her, still sucking her tongue. Obviously, she was enjoying it. She was a lady. She needed that. Only by then I was able to enjoy her body, continuing to suck her tongue and removing her blouse and bra.

After the first intercourse, tears flew out from her eyes. She told me she was thinking of her husband risking his life in the jungle, and that she was there, lying on my bed allowing me to ejaculate my sperms into her body. She said that was the first time she had committed an adultery, and that she had turned down all requests from those Singapore men in the past.  We fell asleep. I woke up at 3 a.m. and again we had sex. I was sexually experienced and knew how to make her orgasm to satisfy her sexual urges. She told me I was the only guy she entertained apart from her husband.  The reason was that all those men she had around her were living in Singapore and she did not want to fall under their control. It is impossible to get away from those men once a woman had been committed with them. These men would tell the husband about the sexual encounter unless she continued to entertain them. The only way to get out was to employ a gangster to kill those men. Immediately after the breakfast at 8 a.m., again we had sex. The ship took three days to reach Singapore. We had sex more than 12 times. Strong sexual urge hit her. She did not want to betray her husband.  She couldn’t live without it either. We need food merely to sustain the body but we also need sex to live a balance life. Her emotion was running high, grief, anguish, anger, and fear, cannot be assuaged easily.  We were very much in love. But she told me that the husband was working in a timber camp, coming home to Singapore for rest only one month for every 12 months contract he had completed. She begged me not to visit her in Singapore because she did not want the affairs to leak out. I promised her and we didn’t contact each other for a long time until two years later when she phoned me up to say the boy she gave birth to was my son according the DNA carried out in Singapore. Please call your mum in Singapore now and let her confirm it. Have you ever wondered why you have no brother or sister?"

"You bastard want to say my father was impotent? You silly bastard.  I don’t buy this sort of cheap story," Johnny pulled the trigger three times. The casualty had three bullets in his chest and he died on the spot.

Johnny left the gun on the bed after washing it with water and went out, leaving not a trace whatsoever that the police can use to prove it was him who killed Ah Chong. Can you trust your gang members?

On the Singapore side, the police went to check the hotel. There were over 100 Malaysians checking out on that day. None of them had the name Low Ah Chong, Lau Ah Tee and Alexandra Lim. For Helen, even the surname was not known. Another two ladies who were in the photos from the security camera were from Johor Baru (JB). The police cannot nail somebody unless there is hard evidence. There were hundreds of Malaysian girls crossing the causeway to spend the nights with the rich Singaporeans every day. They would leave early in the morning at six o’clock to JB and continue their office work as usual. No wonder the JB gentlemen said the JB girls and fish were more and more expensive because of the influx of Singaporeans.

After two days of manhunt, Helen was identified. However, the police could not go far because even Helen did not know much about the three gentlemen. Helen who had only recently suffered the complicated love life was in despondent and was leading alcohol-fuelled daily existence.  She had to survive and thrive in a tough economy, and was relieved thinking that Alexandra was a God-sent boyfriend, for her to end a boring and dreary life.

She was more a one-night stand than a collaborator. And she confessed she thought Alexandra was her big catch because of the expensive car he was driving, the suits and the watch he was wearing.

End

Copyright © 2019 Poh Tiong Ho

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As I’ve adventured throughout Korea, fashion has been a major looking point for me to focus on, as I believe how people dress in a city shows a lot about the culture, values, and creativity of the culture of the people in it. Since day one, I was excited to take this on the flip side, with a bit of traditional fashion, and try the local traditional dress of Korea, the hanbok.

On one of the last days of the trip, I was finally able to do so, and the experience was amazing....

....aside from the eyesore the “un-hanboked” people in the background create here.

Renting hanbok in Korea is quite popular actually, amongst tourists and locals alike. Many people in Korea have their own which they wear for special occasions like Lunar New Year, weddings, or formal events, but as the modern world has taken over Korea like a tsunami of technology in the last few decades, the hanbok has become much less seen. Still, that doesn’t stop the people of Korea from keeping their traditional dress alive through the youth and eager-to-learn tourists. While some cultures have quite specific rules about the meanings and styles of traditional dress one must wear to be appropriate, Korea is a bit more lax on these rules, the key being that the dress is put on correctly, and that the wearer likes how they feel, no matter their country of origin. 

I picked a dark blue special occasion skirt, to be worn during a formal event, since I myself am a little extra at times. The tops are more modest, tending to be white, black, or a light pastel color, the skirt being the main attraction. The outfit is tied onto the wearer, tightened like so to compliment the waistline, and then complimented with a handbag and headpiece to complete the look. Other than looking silly while dressed formally in a public setting full of t-shirt and sandal-clad tourists, I found that the hanbok made me feel quite poised, but also comfortable, exactly how the Korean people seem to be in their daily lives. Unlike other cultures where the traditional dress is tight, hard to move in, and very strict in dress code, hanbok is a mixture of beautiful textiles, comfortable ease of movement, and grace which each step with little effort needed. The dress makes the person.....

....even if my Adidas ruined the graceful facade as they peaked through the skirt with each step. 

As I walked around the Insa-dong area, many people stopped to take pictures of me, and it reminded me of running around in costume at Comic con, with each step, someone wanted a picture. The funny thing was, the people who would stop me to take pictures, speak with me, or compliment my dress were almost all Koreans. Yes, many obviously were giggling at the foreigner in the Korean dress, but the elderly especially, would stop me on the street to tell me how beautiful I looked in hanbok. It made me realize that as long as one is respectful and excited to learn about Korean culture, the people are even more excited to share their culture with you. As I’ve slowly realized, Korea is a place that takes its culture seriously, but that doesn’t stop them from having fun with it, which I think a lot of us in the US could learn from.

(shameless selfie)

My favorite part of my day was as I was walking back to the shop I rented the hanbok from, and I noticed a group of girls also in hanbok struggling to take a selfie together. While I was in a rush, I figured I’d take a second to ask if they’d like me to take a picture. The stared at me for a second, confused, and then understood I wanted to help them. I took their photo, and before I left, they asked me if I would take one with them. Keep in mind, on a sunny day, a quarter of the people on the street are wearing hanbok, so it’s pretty common to run into people around this area all decked out. I happily smiled with my new friends, and they asked where I was from. I told them I was from America, and asked where they were from (considering how many tourists rent hanbok during their stays, they could be from anywhere, so foreigners are always as curious about each other as the locals are). Where were they from would you guess? The US as well? China? Japan? Malaysia? Nope. 

They were from Korea. Of course, they told me with a bit of a giggle, just enjoying some time in hanbok for their Instagram, I’m sure. That’s when I realized how special the hanbok is. So easily accessible to all, and still kept alive by the youth of its home country.....and super pretty as well, so I can’t argue with feeling like a princess every once in a while.

(p.s. I was in quite a hurry when I took the photo with my new Korean friends, so I had no chance to grab the photo from them, unfortunately....I’ll continue to scour social media tags to see if I come up with anything)

(p.p.s. I also bought my own hanbok to bring back home, much less ostentatious then the one I am pictured in. The great thing about hanbok is how seamlessly it integrates into the modern fashion culture, with a-line skirts and hanbok-styled blouses lining boutique stores offering something fashionable, practical, and uniquely Korean styled for a normal day.)

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One of them long weekends 2017

Long weekends for me (this year) meant staycation. But I was on sick leave since Thursday (gastro problems, boo) so I wanted to make the most out of it this time. (And we won’t be having another long weekend next month, so yeah.)

Saturday | 24.06.2017

Still wasn’t feeling well but decided to get out of the house so I can pay a visit to St. Clare (our family’s patron saint) that day. I went to my OB afterwards for consultation (finally) and went to the wake of the father of a churchmate. It has been a custom of most Filipinos to do pagpag after going to a wake. That means we have to go elsewhere first so the “spirit of death” won’t follow you on your way home. Well, it won’t hurt if we do it so we did it anyway. My friends Dimple, Franz (who’s based in Malaysia for work but is here for a short vacay), Pao, Mark, their friend AJ, and I went to one of the food parks in our hometown Marikina – Carnival Food Park.

The food park’s facade of course, has a carnival theme. We were welcomed by a clown on stilts. Kewl.

It houses a number of stalls offering different types of food – Mexican, American, Filipino, desserts, you name it. In the middle, you can find the stall that exclusively sells all the liquor.

Since we were already full, we decided to just buy some pika-pika and beer.

Cheesy Fries (PHP 120, if I’m not mistaken)

Nachos (PHP 180)

Hotzilla aka Dynamite (PHP 185)

Everything was okay but the dynamite killed me. I’m really into spicy food but I wasn't even able to finish one piece. And I had to order a bottle after eating this even if I’m not allowed to drink beer (for now) due to my hyperacidity. It was THAT hot.

Oh, and I ordered this unique-looking dessert – Dragon’s Breath (PHP 150). 

It has 4 sticks of rainbow cake cubes drenched in liquid Nitrogen, thus the smoky effect (which the picture doesn’t quite show, sarreh). It was pricey for me because there really was nothing special about it. The liquid Nitrogen didn’t make any difference to the whole experience except that I was puffing smoke while eating it. The cubes were a bit hard to chew because they’re dry on the inside (thanks to the liquid Nitrogen for making it quite moist on the outside).

Then three of our other friends followed but the food park was already closing so we transferred to a nearby bar and stayed until 1am to have a few more beers.

Sunday | 25.06.2017

It was a [hectic] day of service for me. My choir is assigned to sing on the last Sunday of every month in our parish so I had to skip the 9am session at The Feast that day and headed straight to OLA (Our Lady of the Abandoned). I hurriedly went to PICC afterwards because I was running late for our Awesome Kids Ministry service (at the Feast Bay Area). I was in charge of the activity/game so I still had to do my last-minute prep. 

Looks like the kids enjoyed the game. And they’re extra giddy because they knew it was Awarding Day. Hihi.

We also had “new members” of the team that day – Aki and Hannah Banana. These squishy babies are kids of my co-teachers. Ugh, too adorbs! ❤

Aki: Do not disturb.

Hannah: Wala kayo sa pisngi ko.

Monday | 26.06.2017

Started the day with a blood test (I went into fasting for 8 hours the night before, struggle.) My OB wanted to see if I don’t have any thyroid problem and that my blood sugar level’s not high, which may be caused by my PCOS. Then I went to Taytay Tiangge Market with my girl friend Bea to do some shopping.

My cheap but definitely worth-it finds:

L-R: Pineapple-printed gray shirt, an Atmosphere overrun - PHP 150; Green striped long sleeve blouse, an H&M overrun - PHP 300; black leggings - PHP 70

Two Marikina-made (proud Marikena hurr) sandals for PHP 170! What.a.steal!

We then grabbed lunch at Karnevore (also in Marikina). We ordered Top Blade Steak (PHP 295), Tommy Chops (PHP 215), and a pitcher of houseblend Iced Tea (PHP 100).

Flatlay. Just because.

We killed time in 75 Lilac Cafe + Kitchen, found in, well, Lilac. It’s actually a residential street in Marikina but eventually became one of the popular food hubs in our town.

I had Iced Latte (PHP 100) and Waffles with Strawberry Jam and Cream Cheese (PHP 105).

We spent the rest of the day sharing stories (we missed each other that we needed this catch-up) while Bea was working and I was attempting to continue reading my book (but I failed because I was doing a lot of talking). 

Eating in one of those popular burger joints was part of our plan as well but we were already too full. We might have to schedule another foodtrip sesh for that. Hihi.

Long weekend well spent? Absolutely. 😁

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