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avionvadion · 4 years ago

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Magneto is a very interesting character/villain, and the takes on him being a parent is kinda hilarious because they all vary.

This is a dude who lost his parents during WW2 due to their religion, and barely survived himself due to his mutation and both Captain America and Wolverine coming to liberate the concentration camp he was trapped in. Then, years later, he proceeds to get persecuted AGAIN only this time for being a mutant.

So he decides to rally mutants together and try to defend themselves to avoid another Holocaust happening- only, by doing so and targeting humans, becoming the very thing he hated and was trying to avoid in the process. So after being stopped by the X-Men time and again (whether it’s by trying to wipe out humanity by straight up killing them or turning them all into mutants) he learns his lesson.

If we go by the movies- Magento decides to move to Poland(?) and take on a new name. There he meets a lady and he tells her the truth about himself, and she accepts him. They have an adorable little girl named Nina (I swear to god that name is cursed. If you’ve seen FMA/B you know what I mean so brace yourselves) who can talk to animals and even control them to an extent.

Meanwhile Magneto works in this factory under the name of Heinrich (Henryck?) instead of Erik, and he’s been a really good guy for a while. This is shown when a giant metal pot of boiling liquid falls and is about to crush his co-worker, but Magneto stops it to save the guy. Unfortunately, because he freaking SAVED A MAN all his coworkers decide to tattle to the police that he’s a metal using mutant, so the police then KIDNAP HIS DAUGHTER.

(Please note earlier Magento was singing a really sweet song to his daughter when she was being tucked into bed, and she was asking him where he learned the song and he was all “From my parents, and they from theirs. You’ll learn from me, and your children from you” and it was the softest freaking thing. And he promised to never leave her.)

But anyway he admits to being Magneto to the police and they trade his daughter for him, but the girl starts freaking out because her dad was being taken away and he promised he’d never leave so all the animals in the forest start attacking the police and the police freaking SHOOT THE GIRL AND HER MOTHER DEAD.

So, because clearly surviving the Holocaust and being persecuted for being a mutant wasn’t enough, the one time he tried to save someone and do the right thing it got his family (the one good thing in his life) killed. So Magento loses it again. Meanwhile Quicksilver (who is portrayed as a good boy in this) is still alive because Magento is his dad but Magneto never knew about him since he left his mother before Quicksilver was born.

NOW. Movies aside, let’s go to the cartoons.

Evolution! Magento keeps Quicksilver by his side (who is super bratty in this) but tosses Wanda into an institution because her powers were too much for him to control/handle. As such she grew up very unstable and her powers lash out with her emotions, so she has to remain calm to control them. After Wanda breaks out she makes it her mission to kill him, but stuff happens and Magento has Mastermind change her memories so she stops hating him.

Wolverine and the X-Men! Magento had built a mutant-island paradise known as Genosha. Quicksilver is still a brat and is kinda the family failure (ouch) but Magento’s two daughters Wanda and Polaris live with him. He is the most PROTECTIVE FATHER TO HIS GIRLS and that’s where it gets funny, because he’s so soft with them. This is actually the whole point of this post.

Like, Wanda meets Kurt and she’s flirting because he’s a gorgeous fuzzy blue elf of a gentlemen with a German accent and a prehensile tail, and Magneto literally CRINGES when she informs Kurt that Magneto is her dad because (being the enemy of the X-Men and Wanda’s dad) he feels like he just indirectly ruined her chance of getting a boyfriend. He didn’t, but like it was freaking hilarious.

Magneto, internally, as he turns off the screen he was using to observe them: “Oh gods he knows she’s my daughter. He won’t ever date her now. FUCK.”

And then with Polaris- she’s the family baby, I guess, so he keeps her inside Genosha at all times. He doesn’t want her to face the prejudice in the outside world for being a mutant. So when she meets Gambit, Wanda and Magneto are both like “HELL NO” and throw him in prison after they smooch.

Gambit: “So, uh... how long do you usually stay here?”

Fellow inmate: “Depends on the crime. What’d you do?”

Gambit: “...I may have been on the receiving end of a kiss from the “king’s” daughter.”

Fellow inmate: “...Wanda???”

Gambit: “Polaris.”

Fellow Inmate: “...”

Fellow Inmate: “You might wanna make yourself comfortable.”

And this entire post was to just sum up those last two scenes, but HOLY FRICK.

The varying ways of Magneto being a dad is ridiculous and hilarious. He’s either a total jerk-wad of a parent to all kids, completely disowns Quicksilver, Quicksilver is a good boy who doesn’t know his dad and his dad is a super soft father to his kids, Magento is incredibly soft and protective over his daughters while disowning Quicksilver (again), or Quicksilver and Wanda are just adopted for their powers while Polaris is the only one actually blood related.

#x men #magento #erik lensherr #wanda maximov #pietro maximov #Polaris #x men evolution #wolverine and the x men #x men movies #x men spoilers #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #remy lebeau

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duskwood-by-daylight · 3 years ago

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How Sweet It Is

Carolina just wants to spend time with Gary. It shouldn't be difficult.

Warnings: cursing, being irritated at stupid people, Gary is ridiculous and adorable. As always 18+, minors DNI, feedback always appreciated

Word count: 1050ish

We have to do something about this." Marisol sighs.

"Okay. You want me to do something? Ladies!" Carolina calls out across the yard, watching the girls perk up. "War council meeting. All of you lot on the roof terrace now! Now!"

Noah's eyes widen and he leans over to Gary, "is that just her loud voice or her angry voice?"

"Oh, that one is both. I'm glad to not be on the receiving end of whatever she's about to say. Baby girl is pissed."

"I'm not apologizing until I hear the whole story." Lottie mumbles, ignoring Priya's glare.

"Hold it, Lotta. I'm not doing this anymore. You all can't get along for five minutes. I have spent two days putting out your dumbass fires. I wanted to have a good time with Gary last night and now... now I've spent valuable time mothering you lot. I'm done. Get along or don't! You are grown ass women. I don't care what you do. Leave me out of it."

"You know how to mediate so well."

"So? Mediate yourselves. This may come as a shock, but I don't care if you all like each other. I don't care if you like me. It would be nice to get along since we have to live together, but it isn't necessary. If you all wanna be in the spotlight, that's fine. The only thing I want here is Gary. I'm going to have lunch with my man and the first one of you to bring me some bullshit drama that has nothing to do with me or him is getting punched. I'm done."

Carolina reappears in the kitchen, still looking irritated but not as angry. Noah braces himself against the counter, waiting to see if she has any yelling left to do.

"Hey, pretty thing." Gary grins widely at her, ushering her into a hug before she can speak. "You look better every time I see you." She allows herself to be swept up and the room seems to exhale.

Gary covers her face and shoulders with kisses until she's giggling uncontrollably, "stop, your beard tickles."

He finishes off by giving her a loud smooch. "You hungry? We were just talking about raiding the fridge."

"I'm always hungry." She laughs, running her fingers through his hair. "I think you need a haircut, sir."

"No, ma'am. Not yet." He kisses her lips, letting her arms settle around his neck.

"I want to tell you to get a room, but you guys are too damn cute." Bobby chuckles, closing the freezer door.

"Hey, I'm not opposed to getting a room." Gary wiggles his eyebrows and Carolina laughs aloud.

"Cheeky!"

"We might as well eat the leftovers. I'm gonna throw together pasta salad. Is that good with everyone?" Bobby calls out, digging in the crisper drawer. A round of yeas are heard, so Gary leads Carolina over to the daybeds.

"I wanted to make sure you're okay. You seemed right pissed at the birds earlier." Gary stretches out beside her, laying on his stomach and folding the pillow in his arms.

She smiles and crosses her ankles. "Oh, I'm fine. I might've been a bit harsh though. I told them if they involve me in anymore pointless drama, I'll hit them."

"What." Gary's blue eyes are wide with shock. "You can't fight. You'll be tossed."

"I won't fight, really. I was frustrated. Last night, I wanted to dance with you and spend time together. Instead, I had to chase them down and convince them to stop throwing fits. So I told them flat if they want camera time, fine. All I want is the gorgeous, blue-eyed, blonde hunk with the mech tattoos and dad jokes."

"Babe." He grins, blush rising to his cheeks. "You're the best. We can spend time together now. We can even dance if you want."

"You're so sweet. How has nobody wifed you up?"

"Not sure. I guess things just never got serious with anyone. I was good enough to sleep with but not good enough to keep around." He shrugs and his good humor deflates a little.

"Well, I'm glad." She kisses his arm. "Since they were so stupid, I get you all to myself now. And just so you know, you're more than good enough to keep around. I have to fight girls off every day just so I can keep you."

"Oh, babe. You know I'm all yours. If you left tomorrow, I'd follow you out the door. No question."

"I don't wanna sound like a melt but," she nervously bites her lower lip.

Gary takes the opportunity and chuckles, "oh, melt away, honey."

She rolls her eyes, "I wanted to say you're kind of the best thing to happen to me in a long time. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and this to all be a colossal joke on me... or worse, a girl who checks all your boxes to walk in and just make me vanish."

"Love." He props up on his elbow and places a sincere kiss on her lips. "You deserve every good thing. I hate there was ever anyone in your life to make you believe you don't. But like you said, I'm glad, too. They didn't know what an absolute diamond you are." He kisses her again, this time with more passion. "The boys here already know how I feel about you. I don't wanna be jealous or possessive, but you're my girl and I will fight for you."

Her face lights up at his words. Gary didn't expect to get such a reaction from her, so he nervously kisses her again before wrapping his arm across her middle. "Speechless?

"In the best way. I've never had anyone refer to me as their girl. Such a silly little thing, but it made me happy."

"Well, prepare to be happy a lot. What do you say we just stay in this bed all day?"

"I'm okay with that. You know it'll only be a matter of time before Bobby comes to jump on us though."

"Well, it's a big bed. We'll put him between us like parents do little ones. He'll be asleep in no time."

#gary rennell x ofc #yardsaletales #litg ficlet #litg gary #love island the game #gary x carolina

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amajikilvr · 4 years ago

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yay, a new blog! 😁 ok so idk if you’ve ever read headcanons/drabbles of sero being latino and speaking spanish, but me and my niece awhile ago were talking about how cool it’d be if he instead spoke filipino or cebuano. so can i request a drabble of sero having a fem! filipino s/o who takes him to meet her parents and once he starts talking filipino or cebuano , they’re lowkey shook but nonetheless impressed? if you don’t wanna do filipino, you can do another language ☺️ tysm!!

Sero Hanta x Fem! Filipino S/O

word count: 987

sorry this took a little longer! i had final exams this week and wanted to make sure i did the appropriate research for this one because i am not filipino. that being said, i hope i properly represented this beautiful culture and language in this little drabble and would love for anyone who is filipino to let me know their thoughts xxx

You adored your boyfriend. Sure, maybe he didn’t stand out as much as some of his more prominent classmates, but none of that mattered a single bit to you. Your eyes were always on him and his equally goofy and comforting smile.

It’d been about three months since Hanta had asked you out during lunch one day and you had nervously accepted his proposition. He’d actually seemed shocked at your agreement and didn’t believe your agreement until you repeated it twice. You could remember all of that surprising event to a tee.

His widened eyes, the same color as a raven’s slick feathers. How his easy-going grin grew into one of pure excitement. The hollering and good-natured pats on the back from his rowdy friends as you watched him attempt to smoothly walk away.

“Hey, lovely girl.” Hanta drapes a long arm over your shoulder, careful not to let his quirk-affected elbow wack you when he catches up to you after school. You two begin the trek out of the crowded campus as his touch and words warm your heart, chest, and face. “Is that smile for me?”

“Actually, yeah.” You sheepishly admit while snuggling in closer to him. “There’s a good chance I was just thinking about you, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late!”

Hanta pauses to beam at you before planting three obnoxiously loud smooches right on your burning cheek. A slightly embarrassing squeak escapes you before you playfully shove him off. He pulls you back in with a laugh.

You giggle along, but can’t ignore the apprehension growing within you. Today was the day. After about two months of formally dating, you’d decided it was time for Hanta to finally meet your parents. You actually hadn’t told him yet out of fear that he would panic and overthink it beforehand.

“So, what do you think about checking out that new smoothie place?” Hanta obliviously suggests as he takes your full and heavy bookbag for you. For a simple general studies student, the teachers sure loved to pile on the homework.

“Heroics class was a lot today. I mean, nothing I can’t handle, but I kinda worked up an appetite. You know? Like, a banana-strawberry smoothie would be pretty bomb right about now.”

You bite your lower lip slightly, urging yourself to just get on with it. “Okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I was wondering if you were cool with going over to my place… I really want you to meet my parents.”

Hanta’s dark eyes instantly light up and you scold yourself for even beginning to doubt his willingness. He was always asking about your family and culture. They’d moved to Japan from the Philippines when you were only a baby, but you did know Filipino as a result of your parents continuously speaking it at home.

You were always happy to speak a few words for Hanta when he requested it. He was so genuinely interested, it was both sweet and adorable.

“Seriously? Y/N, of course, I want to.” He reached for your hand and squeezed tight. “I’d love to, but can we still get food? I just remembered that chicken soup dish you talked about your mom making and now I’m seriously hungry.”

“The chicken tinola?” You chuckle and give his hand two equally tight squeezes in return. “I don’t know what she’s making tonight, but they’ll definitely want you to stay for dinner so don’t worry.”

Your nerves were partially tamed the moment your boyfriend practically dragged you along to the train station with the bubbly excitement of a young child.

“How do I look?” Hanta flashed you a sappy grin while dramatically flipping his shoulder-length black hair.

“Gorgeous.” You roll your eyes at him good-naturally as you both walk up to your front door. Tenser than you were a moment ago, your hand hovers over the doorknob way longer than it should.

Hanta tilts his head at you and clasps your forearm tenderly. You can feel his thumb through your uniform sleeve. “Hey, don’t be nervous. I’ll be on my best boyfriend behavior, everything will be fine. Just tell me what to do and I’m all ears.”

You shake your head and give him an apologetic smile. “Be yourself, Hanta. I’m just being dramatic.”

“Oh, and maybe… no kisses while we’re in there. They’re pretty traditional so,”

That last part, although completely serious, gets a loud throaty laugh out of Hanta. The kind of laugh that paints his cheeks rosy and somehow stretches out his grin even further. You can’t help but giggle along when he pulls you in by your waist. He kisses you full-force on the lips and after a few long seconds, you force yourself to break it apart.

“Fine, I think that will tide me over.” He smirks at you and laughs again when he receives a soft jab to the side. “Hey! Y/N! You know I’m ticklish right there!”

Your parents address you warmly in their native tongue before both giving Hanta an amiable, but hesitant, look. You watch as their eyes flick over him, from head to feet. His expression is boyish when he politely bows to them, but before they can speak to Hanta in Japanese-

“Magandang hapon.”

You raise your eyebrows, pleasantly surprised that Hanta’s remembered that simple greeting. A similar flabbergasted glance is exchanged between your mother and father. And he just keeps going. Now, this is stuff you did not offhandedly teach him. Between regular school and hero training, he’s somehow found the time to learn some on his own.

The short bit of Filipino he speaks is shockingly decent and comprehensible, give or take the understandable mispronounciation. It’s rendered your father wide-eyed as he goes to shake Hanta’s hand.

Practically kicking yourself in the foot, you wonder why you even bothered to let yourself worry about this.

#sero hanta #bnha sero #sero x y/n #sero imagine #sero x reader #sero x you #sero x female reader #mha hanta sero #hanta sero imagine #female reader #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero imagines #my hero x reader #my hero fanfic

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gayoperatorgunclub · 4 years ago

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For the ultimate ship meme, Lion and Doc? I'm sorry, I'm LionDoc trash-

it’s all good!! whenever someone sends in an ask, i get an excuse to talk/write about one of my interests! really, it makes me so happy to be able to create content that people hopefully enjoy!! 💝💝💝

General:

How long will they last? - until the end of time, babey

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it was love at first sight but then they started talking i do think it was some form of ~interest~ in one another at first sight, but then all that drama and lack of communication happened so they didn’t really allow themselves to even dream about the possibility of a relationship. HOWEVER! once lion joined rainbow and they talked their shit out like people who know how to cope, there was a period of a few months that is now referred to as The Four Months of Pining™, during which glaz did a lot of paintings where the subject (who usually bears an uncanny resemblance to doc or lion) is staring at something (or someone) longingly. he calls it his french period. when they finally get together, a LOT of money changes hands. and goes straight into sledge’s pocket (he was the only one who bet that it would take them this long). diana gets a brand new collar (handmade), bed (handmade), dish (handmade), and many new toys (some handmade, some store-bought. sledge’s craftsmanship can only get him so far)

How was their first kiss? - you know how the french are supposed to be super suave and confident??? and how gay people are trying their hardest but they’re just Not Good at things????? (i know these are stereotypes but stay with me). well, with their 5/8 french blood (i hc one of doc’s parents is fully algerian while the other is half french, half algerian), and their 4/4 gay blood, they have an 81.25% chance of success in matters of the heart. sadly, that 18.75% chance of failure came into play during this situation. picture it. doc and lion. romantic, home-cooked dinner. le festin is playing in the background. they’re holding hands over the table. suddenly, doc’s cat goes into labour. all hell breaks loose. lion is getting flashbacks to his son’s birth, so now he’s hyperventilating. doc carries him to the couch and turns on the fan so he can cool off and catch his breath, before carefully moving his cat, Rayie (arabic for gorgeous, pronounced rye-ah) to the living room in his handmade Birthing Box, then grabs a pile of blankets and a heat lamp and situates himself on the ground nearby so he can help her if she needs it. once the kittens are born (they’re twins!! Sadiqi is the boy, and Amirti is the girl!!!) doc makes sure they’re nice and warm and that Rayie is recovering, and gives her pets while she cleans her babies. once the happy family is all settled in for the night, doc walks over to the couch and just. lays down on top of lion. once he’s gotten over the adrenaline of the birth, he takes lion’s face in his hands and says “promise me you’ll be more calm if we ever decide to have kids” and gives him a BIG smooch while lion’s just short-circuiting like “does he know i have a son???? did i forget to mention my son?????? also what about these kittens??? are they not sufficiently childish to count as children????? DOES HE WANT KIDS????? does he want to marry me??????? wait why is he getting so clo-”

Wedding:

Who proposed? - lion. it was the day of their two year anniversary (yes i AM saying they got together the august after outbreak don’t @ me) and they were on vacation at doc’s family’s Secret Beach House. they were vibing on the balcony, watching the sunset, when lion suddenly clears his throat. doc turns to look at him and finds his boyfriend down on one knee, looking like he might flee to Bermuda. he’s reaching for something in his pocket. doc starts laughing. lion, completely misunderstanding his reaction, flushes and stammers out an apology. doc sees this, and immediately stops, though he’s still smiling gleefully as he catches lion by the biceps, then reaches into his own pocket and pulls the ring he was going to give olivier. they exchange rings, giggling like little kids, and spend the rest of the night making out on whatever surfaces are available.

Who is the best man/men? - for lion? montagne. (his son is the ring bearer and doc’s niece is the flower girl). for doc? rook. he’s so happy he gets to participate in his dad’s wedding

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - for lion: finka. for doc: twitch

Who did the most planning? - both of them!! do you know how hard they worked to ensure the ceremony was valid in the eyes of both of their religions

Who stressed the most? - s e e a b o v e

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - lion’s parents. they tried to call him during the reception but doc’s grandma grabbed his phone and started cussing them out, talking about dishonor and how they tried to disown him so they’re not his parents anymore, and besides, his new family absolutely adores him, so really, it’s their loss. once she hangs up, she pulls lion into a hug and he calls her his favorite, if only, grand-mère

Sex:

Who is on top? - who’s topping? lion. but sometimes doc gets bitchy so he gets to set the pace if you know what i mean

Who is the one to instigate things? - they are both lowkey horny 24/7 so 👀👀👀

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (only because they do get to see each other fairly often. if one goes on a long mission without the other, once they get back they will bump it up to a 10 real quick)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - idk long enough ig. maybe longer if someone feels they’ve been left ~unsatisfied~ they might go a few more rounds ;))

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - ok it depends on what they’re doing but usually it’s one or two each, but on ~special~ occasions it’s either doc getting edged and denied for hours, OR doc getting forced to come over and over again until he’s begging for something, whether it be more or a goddamn break even he isn’t really sure. either way he’s crying and lion is consistently asking if he needs to safeword and otherwise checking in because they may like it rough but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - unless someone’s hormones and organs get fucked, zero

How many children will they adopt? - probably none?? idk they’ve already got lion’s son and they’re both busy enough with work so

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - NEITHER!!!!! DISGUSTANG!!!!!!!!!

Who is the stricter parent? - god i wanna say both. like lion and his attachment to rules??? but doc and his Mom Friend energy????? but ig lion BUT HE’S NOT STRICT TO THE POINT HE’S A BUZZKILL OR ANYTHING HE’S JUST RESPONSIBLE (he will NOT allow his husband and son to go vandalize the property of some islamaphobic brits, as much as he agrees with the sentiment)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - doc will only allow vandalism if it’s in the name of righteousness. meaning, he’ll allow their son to spray paint the walls of a goddamn walmart with shit like “eat the rich” and a portrait of robespierre and a guillotine, but it is a HARD NO on defacing places like the library or community center (unless he has a good reason to do so). lion spends his time praying and making sure his son knows which acts of civil disobedience are acceptable and which are distorting their goal

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - doc. he (privately) dreams of retiring (eventually) and living out his lifelong dreams of being a househusband. so

Who is the more loved parent? - SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IM GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS. but ig lion??? BUT ONLY BECAUSE THEIR SON HAS KNOWN HIM LONGER. doc is half Dad and half Cool Uncle Who Gives Me Spray Paint And Tells Me To Make Myself Heard (to clarify, i know doc is a pacifist, but im kinda projecting my own sentiment of “we’ve tried to be peaceful but you wouldn’t give us the time of day. now that we’ve “acted out” we’ve gotten your attention, and rest assured, things are going to change.” he won’t hurt anybody, he’s just tired of having to be everyone’s “muslim friend” and educating people on things they could google themselves)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - it used to be lion out of necessity, but when people started asking about his “wife” he was really torn between telling them that he and his son’s mother separated, but now he has a partner and his son seems very happy about it. when doc finally attends a meeting with lion, people really struggle to hide their shock. a few clunky but well-meaning “we support you”’s and “we’re sorry for everything that’s been going on”’s later, doc has used his charm to make friends with literally everyone. from then on, he is on pta duty on behalf of lion and his ex

Who cried the most at graduation? - lion! his parents purposefully didn’t show at his, so it’s a big deal for him to show his son just how proud he is. doc tears up a little too, but manages to mostly keep it together so he can support lion, who spends most of the day heave-crying about how proud he is into his husband’s shoulder. gustave just pats him on the back and tells him that they’ll run out of donuts if they don’t get to the concession stand soon

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - doc. civil disobedience, baby!! he has never been caught. lion fears the law after his youth, so he tries to avoid any visits to law enforcement. he also can’t stand to see his son behind bars

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - doc. househusband, remember?

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - doc, but only because he can be a bit of a spice supremacist. he has to get his ingredients from these very specific farms and markets or else his great grandmother will begin manifesting in their house to curse them

Who does the grocery shopping? - doc, bc he does NOT trust lion to not just sweep all of the microwave ramen and kraft mac n cheese into the cart then sprint to self-checkout

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever possible. doc and maestro live by the philosophy “don’t do anything halfway” if they’re going to go through the trouble of making a meal, it will have multiple courses.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - doc is more of a salad eater but only for ease of consumption with halal laws. he adores filet mignon

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - lion! maestro enlists himself as assistant head chef after walking into the base’s kitchen one day to find lion covered in flour and lying facedown on the floor, crying

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - also lion! though he’s memorized doc’s order at all of their favorite restaurants, so he usually just gets take out and puts on a big show of being a “tired housewife who works in the kitchen all day just for this one meal” and setting up the table so it’s all nice and romantic

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - lion. he tried crème brûlée once. never again

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - lion. organization is everything to this man. doc helps with laundry and such, but for the most part he leaves organization to lion and his systems (think leslie knope levels of planning and organization)

Who is really against chores? - neither! they both understand that teamwork makes the dream work, baby!!

Who cleans up after the pets? - doc, since lion’s already asked him which color hanger should represent “clothes i can tear off my husband before we fuck” and he needs a Moment

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither. they don’t own a broom

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - lion because of the deep-seated catholic urge to appear perfect in front of others, and doc because people will gossip, olivier!

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - lion. he immediately called doc into the room and asked “is this your stash of drug money?” doc, who had been asleep because it was 3 in the morning on a saturday, just stares at him

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - it is so bold to assume they don’t shower together to “cut costs”

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - lion is known in their neighborhood as the man who walks cats. there is a facebook page where people post pictures of him walking his cats. vigil is an admin

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - LITERALLY EVERY HOLIDAY GETS DECORATIONS. lion makes his own for the muslim holidays since there really aren’t many “of good quality” in stores. when they first started dating, doc came home to find his house covered in ramadan decorations, and lion standing precariously on a ladder, trying to string up fairy lights while learning how to pronounce important arabic words. needless to say, doc cries

What are their goals for the relationship? - mutual joy and contentment!!!!

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - doc. he’s sleepy

Who plays the most pranks? - lion, but they’re stupid ones like replacing certain pictures with danny devito. doc gets back at him by replacing pictures of jesus with ewan mcgregor, and putting yoda into his nativity scene. lion doesn’t notice

#ask #anonymous #r6s doc #r6s lion #doc/lion #ass alert!#could you tell i forgot whether or not lion's ex and son had names #thank you for interacting!

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oyesmendes · 4 years ago

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wildflower pt4 - calum hood

a/n: this is just gonna be snippets of their lives from now on. hopefully u like karla and calum as much as i do!

summary: after a nasty breakup, Karla Rivera finds herself working as one of the new producers/songwriter for 5SOS. She had no intention to fall in love right now, but one conversation struck a chord with her. In between producing a smashing album and writing hit singles, Karla finds herself entangled in the arms of a man who she never thought she’d end up with.

He stands in front of a white door, almost similar to the one at the beach house. He’s biting his bottom lip, feet bouncing as he waits in front of the door with a bouquet of dahlias - her favourite flowers, in his hand. He hears her boots hit the ground as she rushes to the door, having gotten home a few minutes before he arrived. The door swings open and hits the wall with all the excitement flowing through her and they both grin - so wide that they physically feel their cheeks hurt. Karla is in his arms before he could even comprehend and she was pulling him into her apartment by the neck. They kiss, deep and loving, sparks flying across the room. Calum doesn’t even remember the bouquet of flowers that he was holding, now pressed to her back as he holds her tight in his arms.

“I fucking missed you.”

“I fucking missed you too.” He peels her away from him, finally handing the flowers to her. She takes a whiff and then leaves it on the counter before smothering him in kisses. He basks in the attention, feeling every inch of her body mould in to his - like two perfect puzzle pieces. He then remembers the song he had waited the entire week to play to her, wanting nothing more than to see her reaction in person. He pushes her off suddenly and she’s taken aback, almost hitting her hip against the counter.

“Oh I have something to play for you!” Calum says almost too excitedly. Karla opens two beer bottles as he sets himself on the kitchen counter, pressing play on his phone.

She hears the intro with the beautiful harmony and her ears perk up, she raises her brow at Calum who had the proudest look on his face.

I hear you callin' out my name

I love the sound, I love the taste

And I can see it in your face

You've got a side you can't explain

Karla grins when she hears his voice, bopping along to the 80s style music. When they get to the chorus her face turns a bright shade of pink, knowing what the exact words mean. Sure Calum insists it was up for interpretation but anyone could tell it was about her.

“So I’m your wildflower huh?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Maybe…” She places herself in between his legs, and when Calum leans down for a kiss, she turns to her cheek just to get him riled up.

“Oh you seriously wanna be a tease, Rivera?”

“Try me, Hood!” Karla abandons her beer and bolts to her room, Calum following closely behind.

They somehow end up on the couch dressed in comfy clothes (Calum borrows her brothers sweats, though it was a little too short but he didn’t mind), with take out boxes strewn all over the table. It reminded them of the first night they met but better, now that they were alone with each other. There’s a romcom playing on TV but the pair couldn’t be bothered, their attention only on each other. He feels so attached to her, like she’s become apart of his life and then he starts to worry. The comfortable silence between them slowly turning uncomfortable as he’s left with his thoughts. He thinks about tour and how he’s going to be apart from her for long periods of time. Then he overthinks their relationship and how she would think of leaving him when things get rough. Calum doesn’t notice his hand dropping from her waist and his brows furrowing. But of course she does, she always has and always will. Karla knows about his habit of getting inside his own head too much, hell it happened twice already and they’ve only been together for less than a month. She’s patient, so patient that the rest of the boys think she’s a god sent when she spends almost two hours on the phone with him the second day she left the beach house, just to assure him that she would stay no matter what.

“You’re in there again.” She says, poking his forehead. It makes his face scrunch up and she giggles softly at him.

“I am” He admits it this time, knowing that she was right. Karla kisses his cheek and runs her fingers along his torso. She remembers how he said her touch brings him back to reality, reminds him that she’s still there. So she makes a deliberate effort to touch him, to have that physical connection. Calum closes his eyes and focuses on the contact of their skin, and he throws those thoughts out of his mind. He pecks the crown of her head and she knows he’s trying.

“Always gonna be here.” She reminds him, and he softly thanks the heavens above for creating a blessing like Karla Rivera.

“You nervous, petal?” Calum squeezes Karla’s hand as they make the short walk to Ashton’s place. It was the first time she was meeting the boys since the beach house, and this time with their girlfriends as well. From what Karla knows, the girls have known each other for years and are close as fuck. So to say she was nervous stepping into their group was the biggest understatement of the year. She gives Calum a tight lipped smile and nothing else, but he knows her, the anxiety was written on her forehead.

“The girls will love you, trust me. If the boys like you, I don’t see why their girlfriends wouldn’t.” They arrived at Ashton’s and let themselves through the gates. The rest of the couples had just arrived as well, all mingling with one another. When they notice Calum and Karla, all the boys cheered and clapped, teasing Calum as much as they could. Sierra was the first to approach Karla, offering her a big warm hug.

“You must be Karla!”

“And you must be Sierra.” She returns the hug, then proceeds to introduce herself to KayKay and Crystal. They were warm and inviting, and all four of them fell into conversation easily. The girls got to know Karla better, and even asks her to join them for girls night on Friday. They talk for what must have been three hours before all their boyfriends were beginning to get needy due to the lack of attention. Calum wraps his arm around her waist protectively, and traces her skin up and down while she was talking to KayKay about skin care or some topic he was totally disinterested in. She stops his hand from squeezing her side, which only sends KayKay into a fit of giggles.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I am trying to have a conversation here.” She scolds and he pouts at her, crossing his arms and sinking back into the couch.

They call it a night at around 1AM, and Calum was quick to pull his girl out the door. She shakes her head as he practically drags her behind him, until they’re out of sight from the house and he pulls her into his arms immediately.

“You’re such a needy boy huh?” She scratches the back of his neck as they both stand in each others arms in the middle of the street.

“I’m never bringing you out again. Only want your attention on me.”

Calum paces the room for the hundredth time, and Karla thinks the tiles on the floor are starting to thin out. He’s nervous and rightfully so, they were releasing wildflower today, along with the music video, and he also wants to tell the world about his girlfriend. Not that the fans didn’t already suspect anything, Karla was often pictured out with the boys, but more recently she was seen having lunch alone with Calum and that sent the fandom into a frenzy. They’ve managed to avoid the questions and rumours, but Calum wants to show his girl off to the world, and he feels that wildflower was the right chance.

“Babe, that tile on the ground is going to pop off if you keep pacing.” He pauses, looks at the floor underneath his feet and back at her before he sighs. Karla gets off the love seat and approaches Calum, cupping his face in her hands. She smooches him on the lips, making a faint smile appear on his face.

“All better?” He nods, then changes his mind quickly.

“But do you think-“

“No I’m not thinking.” She looks at him with sympathy, the worry lines prominent on his forehead, “Stop thinking, gorgeous. It’ll be fine, the song is amazing, and the video even better! You have nothing to worry about.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” Karla questions, she’s making him a hot tea to calm his nerves.

“Are you not afraid of the hate?”

“Baby,” she hands him the pink mug which he accepts gratefully, “I’ve been pictured with more male artists in my life, speculations flying across the room like paper aeroplanes. My ex is Jonah Marias for goodness sake! I know what I’m getting myself into - a hot mess. But you’re worth every moment of it.”

Calum feels an overwhelming sense of relief from her words and he finally sits down with his tea. They wait for the release of the song, and soon the comments started rolling in after his post on Instagram.

@calumhood: This one’s for my wildflower. I hope you like it as much as I do xx

A picture of them from the beach house, the day after they announced their relationship to the boys. Calum’s face was pressed against hers, the smile on their faces couldn’t get any wider. Karla picks another picture, where Calum was grabbing her waist and threatening to throw her into the sea. She has Ashton to thank for catching such a moment. One last look at her caption, and she’s hitting post.

@karla_rivera: I guess I’m your favourite fantasy. Glad to be a part of this one, sweet pea <3

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fic #5 second of summer imagines #calum hood fics #calum hood #calum hood imagines #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin

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hispeculiartreasure · 5 years ago

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All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Six | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: All Audiences

Word count: 2,901

Chapter 6/24

Warnings: Can second-hand embarrassment be a warning???

AN: This chapter was one of the first scenes I thought up when this idea was born. It was so much fun to write.

As a heads up, I won’t be posting a new chapter next week. I am going to be insanely busy - as in, leaving the house at 6AM and running around like crazy until 11PM kind of week. Between my grandpa slowly deteriorating and my niece being born within the next 10 days, I’ve got too much going on to give posting the care and attention I want to. Chapter 7 will be posted on June 6. Thanks for sticking with me 💕

Chapter Five

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“Well hey there you smitten kitten,” the sweet, curly-haired Dorothy purrs.

You scrunch your nose at the name, moving to take a seat at a table in the breakroom. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means.”

“Now tell us Suzy is full of it and you haven’t seen this boy five times since Saturday,” Connie scoffs before sipping her glass-bottled Coca Cola.

Your unamused gaze turns to Suzy who says, “Sorry!” in a very not-sorry voice. “You’ve been coy all week about it, we are equally invested in this relationship. They deserve to know.”

“Excuse me, you’ve been on how many dates in the last week with this boy?” Charity squawks, taking her lunch out of the fridge.

“It’s actually been less than a week.”

“Suzy, how is that helpful?” you say through an exasperated sigh.

“Five out of the last six nights is what you said, right? Sounds pretty serious.”

“To quote her roommate: ‘He must be something special since this is the most she’s been out of the apartment since move-in day’.” You were going to kill Suzy.

You grind out, “I’m not introducing you to any of my other friends if you’re going to use them against me.”

“If I remember correctly, you claimed you didn’t have any other-” The ringing of a telephone interrupts her. “Damn it, that’s mine.” She scoots out of the kitchen and you can hear her pick up the receiver. You zone out of the other womens’ discussion for a moment to hear Suzy say, “Who is this? Oh, hiiiii. How did you- Uh-huh.”

Tall, dark, and gorgeous Frances brings you back to the topic at hand. “Newbie, you need to give us the scuttlebutt.”

“Uh, I mean. . . I’ve been having a really nice time with him.”

“Get out of here with that dodginess. Come on, give us poor single girls something to hang onto.”

“Honestly, we’ve just been getting to know each other. We’ve had good conversations over dinner, walked around the park, perused some art galleries. It’s. . . been lovely. He’s a sweetheart.”

A chorus of “awwww!”s fills the room.

“You know we’re going to ask you a million questions, may as well give us as many details as you can now.”

Resigned to your fate you lean back in your chair, mentally searching for harmless information. “Umm. . . he’s from Brooklyn. He served with the army, was in Europe for the last few years. Has sisters, both parents still alive. Was a good student and an athlete. From how much he talks about his friends, he’s extremely loyal. But that’s really all I’ve got.”

“Sounds like a real dreamboat.”

“Did he give ya a smooch yet?” Connie asks around a mouthful of sandwich.

“Connie.” You know your flat tone won’t do a thing to discourage her.

“That’s a no.” She continues in a sing-song voice, “Which means it’s co-ming!”

“He hasn’t been affectionate at all?” Alice, the tiny shy one pipes up.

“He kissed my hand after our first date and I’ve gotten a few pecks on the cheek when he drops me back home. Usually when we walk and cross streets he holds my hand, or at least offers his arm.”

“A gentleman. That must be nice,” Millie, the baby of the bunch at 19, snorts.

“Do you not want to kiss him?” Connie, ever the one to get straight down to business.

You look down, can feel your heart beating fast. “I-I, uh. I. . . of course I want to kiss him.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“There’s not a problem. You’ve all seen him, you know he’s handsome. The moment just hasn’t arrived yet. I don’t want to force it and get nervous or weird.”

“You’re making me blush, Sixth Floor,” a smooth, deep voice brings the lunch-time chatter to a halt.

You turn so fast in your chair you think you may have given yourself whiplash.

The subject of your conversation is in the threshold of the breakroom, one shoulder propped against the door jam, hands full of a stunning bouquet of your favorite flowers. Suzy peers over his shoulder, ruby-red lips curled in a satisfied smirk.

You leap to your feet, smoothing down your skirt and patting your hair. “Buc-Hi!,” you say, your tone slightly shrill with embarrassment. “W-what are you doing here?!” Your face drops, thinking back to Flannery’s two warnings about male visitors in the office. “You’re not supposed to be here,” you whisper-shout - as if the office manager would pop out from behind the sofa and catch you.

“Relax, Newbie. Flannery’s out at that executives lunch, remember?” Suzy steps even with Bucky, sharing a mischievous glance. “He wanted to surprise you so he enlisted the sneakiest dame to smuggle him in.”

“And I’ll forever be in your debt, ma’am,” Bucky banters, a cheeky grin in place.

Suzy eyes him up and down, then turns to look at you. “I like this one.” The room of women collapses into giggles at her brazenness.

“Watch yourself, Suze,” you playfully warn as you approach Bucky.

“For you, ma’am,” he offers the bouquet.

Breathing in the blooms you whisper, “You remembered.”

“‘Course I did,” he whispers back. “I called Suzy from the drug store across the street to see if the coast was clear. I wouldn’t just barge in with Mrs. Flannery on duty, I promise.”

“Well, are you going to introduce us to this delightful fella or not?” Dorothy titters.

You turn back to the room, flowers in one hand while the other sneaks into the crook of Bucky’s elbow. “Apparently you’ve met Suzy. But here we’ve got Charity, Frances, Alice, Millie, Dorothy, and Connie.” Each girl greets him in their own way, some smiling, some waving. Connie just stares at him.

“Ladies, this is Bucky.”

Connie lets out a small gasp. “Wait. Bucky Barnes?”

“Uh. . . yeah?” You’re slightly unnerved. Do they know each other?

“The Bucky Barnes?! Of the Howling Commandos?!” She’s on her feet, eyes wide.

You can feel Bucky stiffen beneath your hand before he shuffles his feet.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies lowly, directing his gaze to a fixed point on the floor.

Connie practically shrieks while several other girls’ eyebrows are raised, obviously affected by her words.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh-“

“Connie, what are you going on about?” A wave of protectiveness washes over you, hand tightening on his arm.

“You have been going on dates with Bucky freakin’ Barnes and you haven’t known?!”

“Known what?”

“The Howling Commandos! Captain America!” She gestures wildly at your indifference. “Have you been living under a rock the last few years?”

“No, I’ve been living in a factory the last few years. We didn’t exactly sit around discussing the paper,” you can’t help the bite to your words, not enjoying her tone or Bucky’s unease.

He clears his throat. “My last few years of service, I was in a special operations unit.”

“With Captain America!” Connie exclaims, practically jumping up and down. “He’s, like, his childhood best friend!”

The girls go into a frenzy, talking over each other to ask questions or give compliments. Unsurprisingly, Connie’s voice silences everyone else’s.

“So. Is he single? Because he’s so cute, I really think we’d get along - I’m very patriotic and I-“

“I’m sorry, ma’am. He’s, uh- spoken for.”

“It’s the girl from the compass, isn’t it? I thought that’d be over by now. What if-“

Bucky interrupts her prattling. “Trust me - Connie, right? - that’s a bear you don’t wanna poke. It’s solid.”

“Oh.”

You had never seen Constance Adler deflate, but you’re pretty sure that’s what was happening now. She almost looks like a kicked puppy and normally you’d feel bad for her - if she hadn’t dropped a metaphorical bombshell on you.

“Bucky,” Suzy steps in, laying a hand on your shoulder, “We appreciate all you’ve done the last few years. Newbie, why don’t you show him your desk and find a vase for those flowers, yeah?”

You nod and tug Bucky out of the break room. Several steps down the hall you hear Suzy speaking in a hushed, stern tone she usually reserved for belligerent businessmen. Minutes ago, you wanted to strangle her for prodding you. But she was respectful of boundaries and definitely felt that one had been crossed. Now all you wanted was to wrap her in a hug of gratitude.

Your brain finally catches up to the new information you’ve just been given. Suddenly, Bucky made a lot more sense to you. Special operations meant specially horrible circumstances. Knowing now that he’d seen combat as well brought his struggles into sharp relief for you. And he had to handle everything in more of a public light than the average soldier.

“I’m sorry about that, Bucky. Connie can be . . . a lot.”

He shakes his head, rolls his shoulders. “Aw, it’s nothing. I’ve met worse.” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and your heart stings for him. “I was going to tell you soon, I swear. That’s not how I wanted you to find out.”

“You don’t owe me a thing. We can talk about it later.” You reach your desk and empty a glass that held your pens and pencils, swapping them out for the flowers. “These really are gorgeous. You didn’t have to do this.”

He nods, shoving his hand into his pockets. “I know. But I wanted to. Hoped they’d brighten your desk.”

“Thank you, Bucky. This was. . . incredibly sweet of you,” you murmur, even though you’re the only two in the bullpen.

Finally, his smile seems genuine. “You’re welcome.” He takes a moment to survey the office, coming to perch against your desk. “I’ve gotta admit, it’s strange being on this side of the glass.”

“It’s strange having you on this side of the glass. Not that I mind,” you add quickly, terrified of saying the wrong thing. A beat passes, Bucky staring at the floor, you staring at the flowers.

With the barest hint of amusement Bucky finally speaks up. “So, you think I’m handsome, huh?”

Bringing your hands to cover your eyes you let out a groan, prompting a manly chuckle. “God, that’s embarrassing.”

“Nah, I’m flattered really. It’s not every day a fella like me hears that from the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Okay, calm down, sweet talker,” you playfully nudge an elbow into his shoulder. “Ya know. . . you could’ve at least told me your best friend was Captain America,” you tease.

He tosses his head back in mock disgust, jarring a strand of hair loose. “To be fair, I did mention him on our first date. Several times, in fact.”

“Because I was definitely supposed to make the connection between your scrawny friend who was gravely ill his entire life and America’s Hope.”

“I’m disappointed, frankly. Seems like a pretty easy jump to me, ma’am.”

“How could I ever make it up to you, sir?”

“There is something I had in mind. . .” He leans in close. “Dinner tomorrow night?”

“I’m gonna have to check my calendar, Barnes,” you sigh, nose inches away from his. Those blue eyes search your own before they flit to your lips for a split second.

The moment is ruined when Suzy barrels into the room.

“Red alert, red alert! Flannery’s coming!”

“WHAT!” You shout, jumping away from Bucky. “She’s not supposed to be back for another 20 minutes!”

“Well evidently she didn’t enjoy herself because I saw her out the window of the breakroom. If Flannery finds out he’s here, she’s gonna bust your chops.”

The sound of grinding gears from the elevator shaft drives the point home. You look between Suzy and Bucky, frozen in your spot, mouth agape.

“I’m sorry, this was a bad idea-” Bucky starts.

“No time, hide! GIRLS OUT HERE!” Suzy immediately takes control. A stampede arrives from the breakroom in response to Suzy’s urgent tone. “Flannery is on her way up. We need to get him out of this office without her seeing him. Run interference, hide him behind you, I don’t care - under no circumstances can he be caught, capiche?”

A chorus of ‘capiche’ answers her.

“You,” she points in your direction, “stay at your desk so she doesn’t suspect you.”

Ding.

The elevator doors sweep open before anyone can elaborate on the plan. Out the corner of your eye you see Bucky vault over your desk to remain unseen. Instantaneously a few typists congregate around you, the rest act as subtle “checkpoints” in a trail toward the stairs.

Suzy approaches Flannery, who stands ominously at the front of the office, suspicion wrinkling her forehead. “Flanny, you’re back!”

“Susan-”

“Aw, you know I hate my full name. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Suzy?” Your friend stands directly in front of her, blocking the view to your desk.

You lean down, catching Bucky’s eye. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “See you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, doll,” he winks up at you, then turns to crouch-crawl to the next desk.

“I assume as many times as I have to tell you never to call me ‘Flanny’,” you hear the office manager practically growl.

“Of course, yes ma’am. Lunch go good?” Alice and Dorothy converge to talk over a file to cover Bucky’s journey to the next desk.

“Lunch went well, yes.”

Dorothy waves Frances over, evidently needing her opinion on the wording of a letter. Sheltered behind their skirts they walk Bucky to Millie’s desk which happens to sit adjacent to an enormous filing cabinet. Your window washer ducks behind it, allowing the typists to shift around - doing their best to avoid moving like a herd.

“So why the rush back?” Suzy follows Flannery to the front desk, watching Bucky’s progress surreptitiously.

“I can only handle so much male arrogance in one sitting.”

“Oh, I hear that. Say, I think that mold may be back in the breakroom, I swear I saw a spot of something.” Suzy raises her voice, “Wanna come with me to check it out?”

Flannery sighs deeply, tucking her handbag into a desk drawer. “I suppose.”

This was it. Suzy continues jabbering at Flannery, walking side by side with her. She jerks her head toward the stairwell door and Frances whispers to Bucky, “Go, go, go!”

He’s on his feet but still bent at the waist, booking it to the door.

“Wait,” Flannery turns on her heel back toward the front. Everyone sucks a breath in, thinking Bucky’s been sighted. At the syllable he had dropped to his knees and slid across the floor - landing with his back flat against the front side of Flannery’s desk. Eyes wide, you watch Flannery stride to the desk, reaching beneath it to pull out a glass bottle. “The janitors gave me a chemical mixture they used on it last time.” She was mere inches from Bucky - if she had the super-sonar hearing everyone accused her of she would definitely have heard his heart beating out of his chest.

With the bottle in hand she takes a few steps back into the bullpen before taking stock of everyone’s tension. “What’s going on?” she asks. On his tiptoes Bucky creeps to the stairwell door. Just a few more steps and we’re home-free, you try to calm yourself. Flannery makes to turn back to the front; at that point everyone was certain your job was done-for. At the last moment Connie lets out a deafening screech.

All eyes are on her, including Flannery. Then she screams, “RAT!” Every typist in the room follows suit, insisting they saw it too, hopping up on their chairs or desks.

Bucky reaches the stairwell and with one more wink in your direction, he disappears.

You breathe a deep sigh of relief from your seat atop your desk. You turn to Connie and mouth “Thank you”. She nods in return and says silently, “Sorry”.

“Ladies, ladies! Calm down! It’s just an animal!” Your office manager is absolutely fed up with this day, with these women, with this job. Quiet descends on the bullpen. “What has gotten you all ridiculously hysterical today?” The stairwell door clicks shut, causing Flannery to spin in its direction. She scans the face of every person, looking for someone to break. Much to your satisfaction, everyone is stoic.

It’s in this moment that you find yourself genuinely glad to be in this office with these women. Every one stepped up to save your job, your livelihood. And everyone was excited about this new relationship once they saw how happy you’d been. If your adrenaline hadn’t been pumping wildly you might have had to hold back tears.

But then Flannery is walking up to your desk. She gestures to the flowers Bucky had brought you. “And where did these come from?”

Suzy swoops in. “Her mother called in to have them delivered, isn’t that precious of her?”

“Is today a special occasion?”

“No ma’am, just because,” you shrug, stroking a few petals.

Flannery hums in a tone that says she isn’t entirely convinced. “Alright Susan. Show me where you saw the mold.”

“Right this way, Flanny.”

The pair disappears into the breakroom and every typist slumps and groans.

“That’s all the excitement I need for the next week,” Alice pants, hand to her chest.

Charity throws a smirk in your direction. “Newbie, that boy is trouble in the best kind of way.”

“You’re not wrong, Charity.” You turn to the flower arrangement again. “You’re not wrong.”

Chapter Seven

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years ago

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김재현, Kim Jaehyun

anonymous asked:

Hello 😋 can I request a scenario where .... is super stressed so kim jaehyun goes with her on a spontaneous trip to the sea just taking long walks , dancing to the sound of the waves , watching the sunset , STARTGAZING ..... so on Can’t wait for another beautiful masterpiece , thaaaaanks 🥰in advance

anonymous asked:

Could you add cuddles to the recent N.flying’s jaehyun request ?

Group: N.Flying (엔플라잉)

Member: Jaehyun

She sighed heavily, thoughtlessly dropping her too-heavy bag at the door and haphazardly kicking off her shoes.

Jaehyun’s head popped up over the side of the couch, abandoning the magazine he’d been scanning through. “Everything okay, love?” he asked, a concerned wrinkle forming in between his eyebrows.

She joined him on the couch, flopping face-first into the cushions. “I want to disappear.” She spoke quietly, like a whisper. Or maybe it was hesitance... Hesitance to show the not-so-pretty sides of her heart.

Would he think she was ungrateful if she felt unhappy, even when she was living well?

He rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe the palpable knots. “I’m sorry—what’d you say?” She didn’t answer. “You don’t wanna talk right now?” Still no answer, just a shake of the head. He nodded understandingly, continuing his light massage. “Okay. That’s fine,” he whispered. “I’ll wait.”

It wasn’t long after that she started sniffling. “I want to disappear,” she said again, louder this time. “I feel so frustrated with myself. I never get as much done as I want to, I feel so lazy, and when I work hard... no one notices. And, yes! It bothers me, but even that’s bad because then I feel selfish! I’m just a mess...” She curled in a little closer to herself.

He frowned. “Oh, baby,” he cooed. He pulled her into his lap, rocking them both back and forth. “Why’re you saying mean stuff like that to my girlfriend?” he tried to make her laugh. Luckily, it worked. Even if it was just a little. He felt a rumble against his chest from her muffled chuckle.

“Because your girlfriend’s useless,” she said sulkily.

He gave her a light smack on the shoulder. “I beg to differ,” he said.

“Give me one thing she’s good at,” she challenged.

He lifted her face, damp-eyed and a little moody. He smiled at her nonetheless. “She’s damn good at making me happy,” he said. He stood, dragging her along with him, perfectly swept up into his strong arms. He spun her around expertly. “So! I feel like I should only do the same for my omnipotent princess!”

She tried to force her smile away. “I’m not omnipotent, you weirdo!” She couldn’t hold back a small laugh. “You only use big words when you’re trying to cheer me up.”

He gave a cheeky grin. “You know, your laugh is quite mellifluous.”

“Stop it!” she said, hitting his chest. “You’re so frustrating! I’m trying to be pouty and upset right now!”

He laughed. “Yet you’re smiling!” He set her down gently, giving her a quick, wet smooch to the forehead. “Now, go put on some shorts, pack an overnight bag, grab some dope snacks and I’ll take care of everything else.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Where are we going? It’s almost sunset.”

“We’ll get there beforehand. And even if we don’t! Best time to drive,” he said with a wink. He ushered her out of the living room. “Now, shoo! Shoo! Let your boyfriend make an adventure for you.”

And that, he did. An adventure indeed.

It was around 5:45 that she rushed outside with a messily packed knapsack and a leftover shopping-bag filled to the brim with sugary candies and potato chips. She searched around for a moment, scanning for the dorky drummer that she called her boyfriend.

“Here!” she heard him call. She spotted him at the car, waving to her before throwing the last few things into the trunk. She ran down to him, trying her hardest not to trip.

He hugged her when she reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to their apartment. “Well, hello there,” he chuckled, smoothing down her hair.

“Where are we going?” she asked again.

He tapped her nose. “Not telling you.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Just get in the car. I just wanna enjoy your company right now.”

She pouted a little. “Fine,” she huffed. “But I’ll figure it out eventually!”

“I’m sure you will, Smarty Pants,” he teased. “Now get in the car.”

And so she did.

She got in the car with her mishmash of things that she packed, not knowing exactly what she would need. She got in with her bag of snacks, completely confident that they’d eat all of them in a snap. She got in with a smile ghosting her lips, and she got in with her worries fading far behind her the second they pulled out of the parking lot.

It was surreal.

The windows were rolled down, winds buffeting their hair. They didn’t care if it got messed up, because why would they? It was just the two of them. Their music was played at full blast, but somehow, you could still hear them singing over it.

Sometimes it was beautifully harmonized, but more often than not, it was raucous and off-key, but they cherished every second of it nonetheless.

It was surreal because it was filled with the scent of each other and the smiles that threatened to blind them. It was surreal because they went over the speed limit for just a moment or two, just to get a taste of rebelliousness.

It was surreal because she fed him gummy worms while he payed attention to the road and he would give her the sweetest, most genuine thank you and it melted her heart.

“Love, look,” Jaehyun interrupted her gummy worm feasting. He gestured to the sky.

When she looked up, she was met with the most ethereal conglomeration of reds, oranges and pinks, with just a tiny splash of purple somewhere in there.

Her jaw dropped.

Jaehyun reached for the stereo, turning the music down low. “You know, I wanted watching the sunset with you to be a little bit more romantic, but I guess this’ll do.”

“It more than does it,” she breathed. “It’s gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “What? Never seen a sunset before.”

“I have,” she said. She turned to him. Even though his eyes were focused on the road, he could tell that she was watching him. “But I’ve never seen one with you, so it’s special.”

His cheeks were flushed red now, but she couldn’t tell if it was the glare from the setting sun or something else entirely.

“You’re special...” he mumbled.

She quirked a brow. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” he said, clearing his throat.

She didn’t know how many hours they’d been driving. She didn’t even know when she’d fallen asleep. All that she knew now was that the scent of salt was rushing through her sense and a slightly chilly wind was hitting against her cheeks.

She sat up, her eyes wide. “The beach,” she said, still a little groggy. “We’re going to the beach!”

She heard him laugh from beside her. “Took you long enough,” he teased. He reached over the middle console, tucking some hair behind her ear.

They pulled into the parking lot, pleasantly surprised at the lack of other cars. Probably because it was so late. It was like they had the beach to themselves. The sun was dipping into the sea like a fire sent into orbit, desperate for it’s polar opposite.

Desperate for it to bring it peace; rest.

“Am I your ocean?” Jaehyun asked all of a sudden, walking around the front of the car to open her door for her.

She quirked a brow. “What do you mean?” she asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a thanks.

“Am I the ocean and you the sun?” he asked again. He hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of a way to describe it. Without noticing or sharing a single word, they slipped off their shoes, leaving them in the car, and started walking across the shore-line, warm sand pleasantly dipping in between their toes.

“Am I something calming for you?” he finally decided on. His hand slipped into hers, like a habit. “You’re like the sun because you’re this burning ball of passion and fire and you’re sinking so far down because of the difficult day you’ve had, but I’m the ocean. I’m there for you.” He swung their hands back and forth, a smile growing on his lips. “I’ll catch you when you fall.”

He leaned down, playfully nipping her cheek. “And I’ll swallow you up, too,” he joked.

She shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it at all.”

He stopped walking. She didn’t. He watched her from behind as she dipped her feet into the water, shivering for a moment at the sudden chill. “Oh?” he wondered aloud. “And why’s that?”

“You’re not the ocean because you swallow me,” she said. She gave him a look, heart-meltingly tender. “You’re the ocean because you cover me in your emotion. I drown in you. In your smile, in your eyes, in your laugh... Just everything.”

She sloshed the water around pensively. “The way you tap out rhythms on my thigh, the way you’ll tickle me randomly,” she trailed off, taking a moment to take a deep breath of the salty air. “The way you take me on random, spontaneous trips like this!”

She playfully splashed water at him. “I guess I just love you, sea-boy.”

He splashed some water at her in return. “I guess I just love you too, sun-girl,” he beamed. “Do you even remember what you were sad about?”

She looked down at her feet, enjoying the way the water sloshed around her ankles. “You’ll probably have to make me forget a little more,” she said. “We might have to spend the night here.”

He walked up behind her, trapping her in a back-hug. “I knew you’d say that,” he chuckled. He started rocking them back and forth to the sound of the waves. As expected of a drummer, his rhythm was perfect.

He started humming a mindless tune, still keeping the tempo in mind. He grabbed her hand, spinning her under his arm. He held her close, balancing back and forth, left and right.

She giggled shyly, turning her head away from him. “This is so cheesy,” she said.

He dipped her in his arms, making her yelp and grip onto his upper-arms for support. “Oh, you love it,” he said cheekily.

“Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted.

Yet another reason why it was surreal. Dancing together with their wet, sandy feet until the sun completely set, darkening the sky into such a beautiful blue-black shade.

Somehow... Jaehyun seemed to shine even brighter in the dark, like an ethereal glow. Maybe it was the sparkle in his eyes, or his never-failing smile. It was just something.

Maybe his soul.

Without warning, he pulled her into a hug. She could feel his breath against her ear as he chuckled excitedly, like a child awaiting his final gift at his birthday. “Are you ready for the best part?” he questioned.

She couldn’t stop herself form grinning. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He gave her a quick kiss before running back to the car. He returned a minute later with a large quilt and their bag of snacks.

“What’s this?” she laughed.

He laid the fabric out expertly, smoothing out any wrinkles. “Lay down and find out,” he said. “Oh! But close your eyes, too!” he added.

“You’re so bossy,” she jested. Nonetheless, she did as she was asked. She felt him shuffle around next to her before settling himself close against her side, his head nestled into the crook of her arm.

“Okay,” he said, exhaling a breath of satisfaction, “you can open them now.”

And so she did. She did, and she was met with thousands upon thousands of glittering lights, reflecting in her eyes like unshed tears.

Stars.

She took in a breath, about to say something.

“Don’t talk,” he interrupted her, running his long fingers through her hair. “Let me talk, please.” He sounded so raw... So revealed and uncensored in front of her, like he was about to spill his heart out onto the sand. She could feel his frown against her collarbone.

Though, it wasn’t an upset one. It was a contemplative one. One that wondered how to express itself and be true.

“You realize that I’m not perfect either, right?” he asked finally. His voice was quiet, almost drowned out by the waves. “Sometimes, I get so angry at myself because I feel so lazy.”

Her eyes widened. “But you’re so busy all the time!”

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I feel that way. The second you’re on your own and you’ve gotta figure out life, you’re just scraping by, trying to do anything and everything you can to pay the bills, so you don’t get around to doing all the other things you need to do. You’re too busy fighting, and you’re not living enough. So, even though you’re so busy and productive, you feel...”

She pulled him a little closer. “Useless,” she finished for him.

He nodded against her skin. “Yeah. That’s the word.” He propped his head up with his elbow, looking down at her. His eyes were swimming with emotion. Addictive, saddening, beautiful emotion. “That’s why I came here with you,” he said softly. “I came here to remind you that life is still out there. It’s moving back and forth, this way and that...”

He traced random patterns on her stomach, drawing nothing in particular. “It’s like the waves. It’ll keep going, whether we like it or not. We can’t dwell on things that we can’t change, so we’re just going to have to work with the waves instead of fighting them.”

He gave a forlorn smile, painfully pulling at her heart. “We’re like kids that haven’t learned to swim yet, love. We can’t fight against the current, so we have to learn to follow it.” He intertwined their fingers, his smile getting a little brighter and reaching his eyes. “But that’s okay. Who says the current has to be so bad?” he asked.

“It can be a little too fast sometimes, and maybe a little scary, but we’ve got this. We’re stronger, braver and smarter than we think.” He gave her hand a princely kiss. “The only thing we’re gonna drown in is each other.”

She nodded, not even registering the tears that were spilling out of her eyes. “Sounds good,” she said, her voice cracking. She squeezed his hand tighter. “That sounds so good.”

I hope you enjoyed it, Anon! Feel free to stop by again. I got really soft and kinda personal while writing this one. I hope my emotions come across clearly, and I hope it was everything you were wishing for.

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cassiopeiassky · 7 years ago

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Size, Lies, and Rolled Eyes: The Great Christmas Tree Debacle

Hello all! This is my submission for @lovelynemesis Sam’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree Writing Challenge. My prompt was 21. “This tree is way too small.” “Size doesn’t matter.” “Oh, size matters.”

It’s safe to say that I had a lot of fun with this. Special shout out to @ms-potts-to-you for encouraging me and assuring me that it doesn’t suck. I’ve only edited this once, so please be gentle.

Word count: 2589

Bucky x Reader

Warning: A lot of really bad double entendres and innuendos, but nothing actually explicit. Serious warning: there is some harassment.

You take in the clear, almost sharp blue sky as you inhale the cold air that makes your lungs prickle; it’s the perfect day to visit the tree farm. Christmas music mingles in the air with the scent of the pine trees surrounding you - ooh, and there’s a hint of smoke from the campfire that is the site of mass marshmallow casualties as kids and their equally excited parents do their best to make s’mores with mittened fingers. A smile crosses your face as you take in the cheery surroundings and the families searching for the perfect Christmas tree; you absolutely live for this season.

“What about this one?” Your boyfriend’s excited voice captures your attention and you turn to look where he’s pointing.

You cock your head to the side as you appraise the tree Bucky suggested. “No, Buck, I don’t think so.” You give yourself bonus points for the rather diplomatic answer considering he knows damn well that this tree doesn’t meet your strict criteria.

“But why? He’s cute, kinda like Charlie Brown’s tree.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. “He?”

“Oh yeah, I named him,” Bucky confirms with a nod.

If you’d thought your eyebrows couldn’t get any higher, you’d be wrong. “You named a tree?”

“Not just any tree,” Bucky smiles proudly. “I named our Christmas tree. His name is Harold.”

“Harold,” you deadpan.

Bucky nods excitedly as he gently picks some dead needles from a branch. “He just needs some love. This tree could be perfect!”

You blink at your boyfriend, somewhat confused because he actually sounds serious. “Okay, have you met me? This isn’t our first Christmas together - you know that tree won’t work.” You really aren’t trying to sit on his bubble, but this tree is less than half the size of what the two of you had agreed on. In fact, Bucky loves tall Christmas trees, so what gives?

He sighs, and it sounds a lot like grudging defeat. “Yeah, I do know, I just, I dunno, I kinda feel sorry for him. Just because he’s ugly doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve to be wanted.”

“See? You just admitted it was ugly.”

“Well…yeah…in an ‘it’s so ugly it’s cute’ kinda way…”

You cock an unimpressed eyebrow as you cross your arms. “You’re stretching, Barnes.”

He licks his lips before changing strategies. “Babe.”

You roll your eyes at his not entirely unsuccessful attempt to be adorable.

“No, hear me out Babe,” he beseeches as he uncrosses your arms to take both your hands into his.

You can’t help the smile that creeps over your face at the sight of his puppy eyes. “Okay, fine. I’m listening.” If he really wants this tree, maybe you can make it work. Maybe.

“I was this tree,” Bucky begins, completely serious.

“What?”

“I was this tree. I was lonely, and sad, and ugly,”

“Oh my God, Bucky, you’ve never been ugly a day in your life!”

He opens his mouth as if to object, but then closes it again before conceding your point. “Okay fine, but I was lonely and sad.” He suddenly turns up the charm by 200% as he hooks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “But then you came into my life and showed me what love is, and your unconditional love and affection is what turned me into this irresistible arm candy you have today. We could do the same for Harold.”

You laugh as you put your arms around his waist, tugging him in for a kiss. “I do love you.”

“And I love you,” he presses his lips to yours again, almost verging on indecent considering you’re in a family place.

“And you are irresistible,” you admit between smooches.

“I try,” he whispers as he raises his hands to cup your face, pulling out one of his best moves in the effort to persuade you.

“We’re still not getting this tree,” you murmur sweetly as the kiss finally breaks.

“But why??” The whine is starkly at odds with his hulking physique and it’s all you can do to hold in your giggle.

“Bucky, my love, my heart,” his bright eyes soften at the way you so tenderly address him even in the middle of a very important Christmas tree debate, “No matter how much we love it, love him – Harold - he’s not gonna grow! I mean, sure, decorations will make him look fuller, but he’s seriously only four and a half feet tall. And that’s being generous! That’s not a Christmas tree, Buck, that’s a tabletop decoration. I’m sorry, but this tree is way too small.”

“Size doesn’t matter!” The cocky voice comes from your left, and both Bucky and you turn at the intrusion.

“Oh, size matters,” you retort. Who the hell is this guy, and why is he trying to weigh in on your very important tree discussion?

“No, it doesn’t,” he immediately contradicts you as he takes a step closer, obviously checking you out as he does. “My name’s Will, by the way,” he says proudly as he motions to his nametag, and it’s only then that you realize that he works at the tree farm.

“It’s nice to meet you, Will,” Bucky begins politely, “but I think my girlfriend and I -”

“So, a lovely lady such as yourself obviously deserves and appreciates a nice tree. In fact, I’d be more than happy to bring you back to my apartment - it’s just above the gift shop - and show you what a nicely decorated tree can really look like, even if it has a modest stature.”

Your mouth drops open a bit at how he so rudely cut Bucky off and how obviously he’s hitting on you - does this guy not see that Bucky could snap him like a twig? Bucky looks over to you with an amused smirk and raised eyebrows, silently asking if you want him to intervene. You smile and almost imperceptibly shake your head. You’ve got this.

“No, Will, that won’t be necessary. In fact, we -”

“This tree right here,” interrupting you this time, Will points to another tree to your right, “is the pinnacle of pine tree perfection.”

You give a perfunctory glance, seeing immediately that it’s too short for what you want. “Yes, well, it’s a very nice tree, but I’m looking for something at least 10 feet tall, and from the looks of it, you don’t have what I want.”

“You don’t really want a 10-foot tree,” he scoffs. “Tall trees are so overrated.”

What the…what is this guy’s deal? Why does he care about your preferred tree height? You finally take a good look at the guy and it hits you. Ah, yes. Male fragility at its finest.

“Size really doesn’t matter. It’s all in how you decorate the tree,” he declares proudly, sounding as though he just gave you the secret to the meaning of life.

Oh. So this is how you wanna play? Alright then, buddy, game on. “Yeah, no. That’s a lie that people tell trees to make them feel better about themselves.”

“I beg your pardon?” Will sounds positively offended. “Did you ever consider that maybe it’s not the size of the tree that’s the issue, but you? Maybe you just have no idea how to properly decorate a tree.”

You narrow your eyes before continuing, “Okay buddy, don’t pin the responsibility for this on me - I have to at least have something to work with. While I do agree that decorating is definitely important, skill can only do so much. Whether you like it or not, size does matter. Too big, and it bumps into stuff it shouldn’t, gets in the way, and is just overall uncomfortable to have in the room. Too small and you might not even notice it if you’re not paying close attention. That in particular is a real bummer.”

Bucky, who has been carefully following the conversation as he always does when someone he doesn’t trust is anywhere within your vicinity, bites his lip and ducks his head in an entirely unsuccessful attempt to hide his silent laughter.

Will sniffs in indignation. “Well, maybe your room is just too big.”

DID HE JUST.

“Are you seriously blaming my living room for your tree’s inadequacy??” Your voice gets louder with each word, but at this point that you don’t care. “No matter what the size of the room is, the ceiling in a standard building is still at least 7 feet up. Even a studio apartment would want a bigger tree than this. A goddamn Smurf would want a bigger tree!”

Will blinks at you, seemingly surprised that you’re still not buying into his load of crap, while Bucky has officially given up on being polite and is now holding his stomach as he laughs out loud.

His mirth is cut off abruptly when Will steps forward and comes uncomfortably close, wrapping his arm around your waist and resting his hand on your hip. You stiffen immediately from the unexpected and unwelcome contact.

“You know what?” Will begins, clearly not ready to let your disagreement on tree size interfere with his attempt to pick you up, “Seeing is believing. Come on, Baby, let me just show you my tree, it –“

“Okay pal, you just crossed the line.” Bucky takes Will’s wrist into his left hand, swinging it forcibly up and over your shoulders so you’re free to step back. “You see, I don’t really mind you attempting to flirt with my girl - she’s gorgeous, and I don’t blame you for trying, especially since I know it’s a lost cause. God knows I don’t understand it, but she chose me, so a little pipsqueak like you is no threat.”

Bucky still hasn’t let go of the other man’s wrist, and Will whimpers as the gloved, unyeilding metal squeezes a little tighter.

“What I DO mind is that you touched her without her permission. You see,” Bucky twists his arm and Will goes to his knees, “I have this crazy and, I don’t know, apparently progressive sense of human decency that tells me that women should be respected. At all times. By all men. Which means that you don’t touch a lady unless she says she’s okay with it.” Bucky pushes back toward Will, and Will bends backward to try to relieve the pressure. “Understand?”

Will nods violently. “Yes! Yes Mr… uh, Mr…Sir!! Yes, sir!”

Bucky gives a chilling smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Good. I’ll be watching you, Will. I know where you live. And if I EVER see or hear about you touching someone without their permission, I will end you.”

Bucky releases Will’s wrist, and just like that he drops the scary facade, smiling a genuine smile that has Will thoroughly confused. “Now, my girl and I are looking for a tree that’s roughly 10 feet tall. Do you have anything like that?”

“Um, uh, yeah. Yes! We have taller trees on the other side of the farm.”

Will looks ready to run away, but Bucky doesn’t let him. “Lead the way, then. Show us where you have taller trees.”

Will looks kind of like a goldfish the way his eyes grow huge and his mouth gapes. “I could just tell you where…” he begins, but his voice trails off when Bucky begins to glare. His shoulders drop in defeat, “Right this way, sir.”

Bucky takes your hand, and you both follow Will. “Are you really going to torture him by making him help us after all that?” you ask quietly, not fully able to hide your grin at Bucky’s antics.

Bucky smirks before pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re damn right I am.”

God, how you love this man. You laugh softly as you squeeze his hand, finally ready to concede. “Hey, if you really want to, we can get Harold.”

Bucky stops and stares at you. “But he’s not what you want.”

“Well, he’s shorter than I’d like, but it’s going to be your tree too, Buck.” You shrug before continuing, “If Harold will make you happy, then we’ll get Harold. We can always get a tall tree next year.”

He smiles at you like you’re the only thing he sees, and you can’t help your own giddy smile in return. “Hey,” he murmurs, “how about a compromise? We can get two trees and put Harold in the entryway.”

The smile on your face can’t possibly get any bigger, but it tries. “That sounds perfect.”

Bucky throws his arm around your shoulders to pull you close as you walk to catch up with Will. It’s not that long of a walk, and soon you’re among trees that tower over you.

“Hey, Will?”

Will immediately stops and turns at the sound of Bucky’s voice. “Y-yes, sir?”

“Do you remember which tree we were looking at before you so rudely interrupted us?”

Will stares wide-eyed into the distance for a moment, clearly on the verge of complete panic as he tries to remember. “Umm…I…Yes!” A look of relief floods his face as he begins to nod with more enthusiasm than strictly necessary. “Yes, I know exactly which tree that was!”

“Good. My girl and I are gonna look around these trees to see if we can find one that suits our needs, but we’d also like to take that tree. Do you think you can cut it and have it waiting for us when we’re ready to leave?”

“Yes, sir!” Will salutes Bucky, he actually salutes him, before scurrying off to do as Bucky asked.

The silence only lasts a moment. It starts off with a snort from Bucky, then a snicker escapes from you. You and Bucky look at each other and burst into laughter, startling a pair of chickadees that were resting in a nearby tree.

“Oh my god, did you see that? Bucky, I think he peed a little,” you finally manage to gasp through a fit of giggles.

“He had it comin’” Bucky chuckles before exploding into another belly laugh. It takes several minutes for the two of you to regain your composure, but eventually you manage, wiping tears from your eyes. Time to get back to business.

“Hey Babe, what about this one?” Bucky points to an absolutely lovely Fraser fir. It’s the right height, has the perfect shape, and its branches are full and strong.

“Oh, hey, yeah…I like this one,” you breathe as you stare at the gorgeous tree. “It’s beautiful, tall, and thick.” You smirk before adding, “Just like you, Buck.”

Bucky turns to you with an unreadable expression on his face. “…I…I don’t know whether to be flattered or concerned that you just compared me to a tree…”

The sound of approaching footsteps captures your attention.

“Please excuse me, sir, I just wanted to let you know that your tree is ready.” Will approaches hesitantly.

“Great, we’ll take this one, too,” Bucky points to the tree you both want, “and we’ll meet you up front.”

“Yes sir!” Will immediately gets to work as you and Bucky walk back towards the gift shop and family activities.

Twenty minutes, a s’more, and a cup of hot cocoa later, Bucky pulls you close as a worker finishes strapping the trees to the top of your vehicle. “Are you ready to go home and decorate?”

“Been looking forward to it since we got here,” you answer honestly.

His voice is rough when he murmurs, “Me, too.”

“So let’s go.”

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zennyshoneybunch · 7 years ago

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Mystically Destined - The Musical ( Chapter 2 – Dreams Are For Dreamers)

The movie was good enough, but sitting together so close, laughing and whispering at each other was the best part.

After that day they became inseparable, spending every free minute they had with each other.

Sometimes, whenever he could, Jihyun would wait for Lizzy outside her school yard, which always created a commotion by the entrance. A flock of girls would gather around giggling, whispering and gawking at him. Of course, this beautiful tall guy with mint hair and a private school’s uniform was bound to draw attention whenever he showed up. But he wouldn’t pay much attention to that. He would smile widely at Lizzy as soon as he would see her, take her gym bag and walk her to her destination without so much as glancing at the other girls.

Falling in love was inevitable. And in love they fell.

Still Jihyun was keeping his feelings in check. Unsure of hers and too afraid to break their friendship.

Saturday, with the afternoon to themselves, they were strolling through the town’s beautifully green garden, eating ice cream and talking about their dreams.

- I used to sing in the church’s choir when I was younger and my mother was alive. I think that’s when I started to love it so much. The way I felt when I was singing… so free and happy. Music is still part of my education and I’m allowed to have piano lessons, but my father thinks it’s only worth for the knowledge. He thinks music is not a distinctive enough career and that only poor bums pursue it as such.

- But you love it! You should be allowed to do what you love. No matter if it’s prestigious or not.

He looked at her and his eyes softened.

- I wish I was as courageous as you are. You’re fighting for what you want. I can’t even find the courage to ask my dad to let me participate in my school’s singing contest.

- I’m sure you have that same courage inside you. You just need to find it. And you need to be more confident.

She smiled brightly.

- Would you let me see you dance sometime?

- Oh, Madam won’t let anyone watch the lessons… - she answered shyly. - But I could show you some of the movements, if you’ll sing to me.

He laughed.

- It’s a deal!

He took a seat right on the grass, his long legs crossed. She was blushing but got herself into form. And then she started and it was like he was watching this mystical, ethereal being that could disappear in a second if he blinked.

The sun was shining upon her like a spotlight, making her very intense and warm, almost coppery, strawberry blonde hair glow.

Her movements were flowing and precise like they should, but there was something about her that made him feel like she was floating more than dancing. She looked like a fairy princess, moving with so much grace and beauty; moving like dancing was what she was born to do. She was quite the sight to be seen.

A street performer, who knows perhaps inspired by her beauty, started to play his violin with a very sweet romantic tune that matched her movements perfectly.

Jihyun was mesmerized. He couldn’t keep his eyes from her. Her slightly flushed face making his heart beat loudly. And that was when he knew she was the one and that he would never feel for any other girl what he felt for Elizabeth.

She ended with a simple movement of the leg that he later found was called Tendu, leaving her body in a lovely pose, with her face turned to him. The boy jumped to his feet applauding, while she smiled embarrassed.

- You were incredible! I have never seen anybody dance like that!

- You really think?

- Yes, you were unbelievable. I was just… I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.

He said the last part in a softer tone which made the embarrassed girl bite her lip and scratch her arm.

- Lizzy, will you… uhm I mean… no, never mind.

- Wait! – she grabbed his hand. – What were you going to say?

Her eyes pleading at him like she already knew what he wanted, he was hit by a sudden resolve and he clutched her hand tighter.

- Lizzy, will you be my girlfriend?

Thankfully she gave him a radiant smiled and hugged him tight whispering a single yes in his ear. Enveloped by the sweet notes of the violin they found themselves dancing in each other’s arms.

Keeping to the promise he made, Jihyun began to sing softly in her ear.

~ “And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70. And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23. And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a hand. Oh me I fall in love with you every single day, and I just wanna tell you I am. So honey now; take me into your loving arms; kiss me under the light of a thousand stars. Place your head on my beating heart. I'm thinking out loud, maybe we found love right where we are.”

Her soft lips found his and he gladly stopped singing.

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With so much going on in Elizabeth’s life time was swiftly passing by and soon enough it was time for Lucy to leave.

The girls were sharing their last minutes together at the café they used to go, chatting away over some Caramel Lattes. Noticing the time, Lucy took a big box from under the table and placed it in front of her best friend’s surprised face.

- This is nothing fancy, it’s my green dress, the one you always liked so much. I want you to have it!

- What? Luce I can’t accept that!

- Of course you can! Please Lizzy! It will look so gorgeous on you, that Jihyun guy will drop dead when he sees you! But not before he smooches the heck out of you.

- Lucy!

- What? You have been smooching haven’t you?

- Will you stop being such an embarrassing pain?

- Nop, not gonna happen!

The girls giggled and Lizzy took the lid off the box, stroking the rugged fabric of the pretty chiffon dress.

- Will you take it?

- Yes.

- I will miss you

- I will miss you too.

The girls hugged tightly, tears filling their eyes. Then Lucy saw her stepfather’s car pulling by.

- Promise you’ll wear it and you’ll never forget me!

- Never!

- I love you Lizzy-buns.

Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, the girl slid from her seat and ran out the door, entering the car waiting for her.

And just like that, with one last wave of goodbye, Lucy was gone.

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- Father, I wish to sing in my school’s singing competition!

Jihyun was walking down the stairs preparing the speech he was going to give is father. Thanks to Lizzy, his girlfriend - he thought happily -, he finally had gathered the courage to ask his father’s permission to do what he wanted so much to do: sing.

He stopped by his father’s home-office’s door, which was slightly opened and was about to knock when his father’s voice reached him.

- Jihyun! Come in, I wish to speak to you.

The boy pushed the door and got himself in, sitting in the luxurious chair his father was pointing with his hand, in front of his mahogany desk. The man pressed his hands together, his fingers linking, and looked silently at Jihyun for a few moments before speaking again.

- It has come to my attention that you have been seeing a girl after school for more than two weeks now. Is that correct?

- Yes, father, it is.

- And I also believe she does not go to your school.

- No, she goes to the town’s High School-

- And she works in a music establishment after her classes. – the word ‘works’ was said with so much contempt and disgust as if he was talking about a dog who peed in his garden.

- She works to help her father pay for her dance lessons.

His father scoffed.

- Dance lessons…

- She is a marvelous dancer, father. And a beautiful person. You should meet her, I know you would-

- You are not to see that girl again, Jihyun.

- What?

- You are ending your association with that girl. She is not right for our family. Or for you.

- Why? Because she wants to be a ballerina? Or because she is poor?

- Jihyun don’t take that tone with me.

- You can’t do this. You can’t keep me away from Lizzy, I love her.

- You will do as I say.

His father raised his voice as much as his social condition would allow him to. Jihyun’s hands were now balled up into fists. For the first time he would defy his father’s orders. There was no way he would give Lizzy up.

- No. I will not.

- You will. Because I am sending you away to a private boarding school owned by an acquaintance of mine.

Jihyun suddenly felt the floor beneath his feet crumble.

- You… you can’t. You can’t do that.

- It has already been arranged, Jihyun. You’ll start this Monday so you shall leave tomorrow morning. See to it that you’ll have everything ready.

The boy could not speak. He was feeling so angry, so heartbroken, so desperately helpless.

His father reclined comfortably in his chair, not a care in the world, turning his attention to some official looking papers.

- You are dismissed. Please close the door after you leave.

Like he was in a trance, he exited the room and closed the door. The pain in his chest was so intense he thought he would die. Tears were stinging his eyes. How could his father do such a thing to his own son? His hand still holding the door knob was shaking and it felt like he would collapse to the floor if he let it go.

~ “Hey, Dad, look at me. Think back, and talk to me, did I grow up according to plan?”

Finally able to let go of the knob he looked at his hand as if he was seeing it for the first time.

~ “And do you think I'm wasting my time, doing things I want to do? But it hurts when you disapproved all along.”

He walked to the front door, determined to leave the house and never go back.

~ “And now I try hard to make it. I just want to make you proud.”

He grabbed his jacket and keys and opened the door.

~ “I'm never gonna be good enough for you; can't pretend that I'm alright; and you can't change me.”

He stopped for a moment next to the damn fountain, struggling to breathe.

~ “'Cause we lost it all; nothin' lasts forever; I'm sorry I can't be perfect. Now it's just too late, and we can't go back, I'm sorry I can't be perfect.”

He began walking again at a fast, furious pace. The guard opening the gates before he got to them.

~ “Nothing's gonna change the things that you said. And nothing's gonna make this right again. Please don't turn your back, I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you, but you don't understand.”

When he got to the stairs he was already running his way to Lizzy’s house.

~ “'Cause we lost it all. Nothin' lasts forever, I'm sorry I can't be perfect. Now it's just too late, and we can't go back, I'm sorry I can't be perfect.

Furiously wiping the tears falling down his face with his sleeve, he slowed down as soon as he turned the corner to her street.

~ “'Cause we lost it all. Nothin' lasts forever, I'm sorry I can't be perfect. Now it's just too late, and we can't go back, I'm sorry I can't be perfect.”

By the time he made it to Lizzy’s house, Jihyun was a mess. He couldn’t let her see him that way. How could he comfort her after the bad news if he was a crumbling mess himself? Taking deep breaths he tried to comb his hair with his fingers.

He didn’t want to leave. God, he didn’t want to leave her, but what could he do?

With shaking hands he texted Lizzy, asking her to meet him outside. He saw movement in one of the windows upstairs and immediately after, her door was open and her girl was walking towards him, concern marked on her lovely features. And it was with a heavy heart that he saw the concern change into consternation and the consternation into devastation.

She was sobbing in his arms, holding him desperately as if he could suddenly vanish from her sight. Only a week ago they were dancing happily together and now their world was collapsing around them.

Even though his eyes were also filled with tears, the boy was stroking her hair gently, trying his best to comfort her, and when her sobbing stopped he planted a kiss on top of her head.

She slowly lifted her head and looked deep in his eyes. A strange determination glistering in hers.

- Jihyun, if this is the last night we have, will you spend it with me?

- What?

He asked bewildered. What could she possibly mean? Was it… did she meant what he thought she meant?

- Meet me by the abandoned house at the end of the block. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

- Lizzy?

- Will you wait for me there?

He gently wiped her tears with his thumb.

- You know I will.

She smiled, kissed him softly and then disappeared inside her house.

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It was one of the smallest houses in town. Jihyun was seated on the sidewalk leaning on the house’s fence. A sharp pain pressed her chest. She loved him so much and now she was going to lose him because his father did not approve of her without even meeting her first. It was not fair and it hurt, but she was determined if that was their last night it was going to be perfect enough to last all her life.

She approached him and he got to his feet. She was carrying a large gym bag and a big paper bag, which he took both from her, like usual, and she led him inside the abandoned house, through a loose unlocked window in the back.

Without speaking, she took a big bulky blanket from the paper bag and spread it on the living room floor along with a few pillows. Then lighted some candles in the fireplace and around the blanket. Then, finally, she walked to the perplexed Jihyun and took of her jacket revealing her pretty light green dress, her best friend gave her. It was a very simple fit and flare spring chiffon dress, with a boat neckline and a flowing skirt, yet she felt so out of place wearing it. She wanted to look pretty for Jihyun but now she was feeling unsure.

- I look like a mess…

- No, Lizzy! You look perfect.

Her eyes darted at him and he was looking at her with such adoration in his eyes that her insecurity vanished and holding his hand she pulled him to the blanket.

He seemed to be as nervous as she was. They both laid down with their heads in the pillows, facing each other. Jihyun caressed her face, making her tremble a little.

- Are you sure you want to do this?

- Yes. Please, make love to me Jihyun.

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It was late in the night and Lizzy was curled up in his arms sleeping. She looked so serene, but the tear marks were still visible in her cheeks. It was the first time to either of them and yet it seemed like their bodies knew each other for centuries. Oh, he was nervous alright and so was she, but somehow the entire experience was as perfect as it could be, with not only their bodies connecting but also their hearts and souls. Then she held on to him, silently crying, until finally she fell asleep. But Jihyun couldn’t sleep, he didn’t want to miss one single minute with her, even though he knew he should be getting ready to leave. He watched her sleep with a constricted heart.

~ “Here I am waiting, I'll have to leave soon, why am I holding on?

He smoothed her soft strawberry hair slowly, allowing the strands to slip through his fingers. Then he carefully touched the light trail left by her tears, making her stir a little in his arms.

~ “We knew this day would come, we knew it all along. How did it come so fast? This is our last night but it's late, and I'm trying not to sleep, 'cause I know, when I wake, I will have to slip away.”

He held her tighter, resting his head on top of her and rocking her gently so she wouldn’t wake up.

~ “And when the daylight comes I'll have to go; but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. 'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own; but tonight I need to hold you so close. Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa. Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa.”

Feeling the girl’s rhythmic breathing again he dared to gaze at her one more time, longingly.

~ “Here I am staring at your perfection in my arms, so beautiful.”

He looked at the old house’s boarded-up window, trying to figure what time it was and much more he had left.

~ “The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out. Somebody slow it down. This is way too hard, 'cause I know when the sun comes up I will leave. This is my last glance that will soon be memory.”

He tried to memorize every single detail of her beautiful face, so he could keep her as clear in his head as she was already in his heart.

~ “And when the daylight comes I'll have to go; but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. 'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own; but tonight I need to hold you so close.”

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t just break up and leave like nothing ever happened. A determined look showed up in his face.

~ “And when the daylight comes I'll have to go; but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. ‘Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own; but tonight I need to hold you so close. Ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa (yeah). Ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa.”

He was now resolved to keep the relationship as well as he could. They would write to each other and call each other and whenever he was allowed to come home, for holidays, they would be able to see each other. He loved her. He loved her deeply and was not giving up on her.

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«I’ll write to you. Every week until I am free to come back to you.» he said.

«I’ll be waiting until you do.» she replied.

However, a month had passed and still no word from Jihyun. Saying Lizzy’s mood was gloomy would be an understatement. Her father was beginning to worry about her and it was even starting to affect her dancing because she was having a hard time concentrating on Madam’s words.

She thought about him every second of every day from the moment she would wake to the moment she went back to sleep. And that day, surprisingly, was no exception.

The left the dance studio with a sigh. The other girls were making a ruckus in the changing rooms and she couldn’t wait to get out of there.

Sighing again she looked up at the moon, but only seeing Jihyun’s gentle smiling face. God, she missed him.

~ “I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away. I want you back, I want you back.”

She tried to avoid the looks of the people she was passing by, lowering her head and looking at her feet.

~ “My neighbors think I'm crazy, but they don't understand; you're all I have, you're all I have.”

Adjusting her gym bag, she pushed her hoodie covering her ballerina bun. And walked straight ahead not looking at anyone’s face.

~ “At night when the stars light up my room I sit by myself... Talking to the moon. Trying to get to you. In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too, or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon? Ohhh.”

More and more people was showing up, looking at her and whispering to each other. Feeling self-conscious she crossed her arms and held herself, taking furtive looks at everyone.

~ “I'm feeling like I'm famous, the talk of the town. They say I've gone mad. Yeah, I've gone mad. But they don't know what I know, ‘Cause when the sun goes down someone's talking back. Yeah, they're talking back, oh.”

To avoid looking at people she looked up at the moon again.

Watching her, the town’s folks frowned their brows in concern, slightly shaking their heads.

TF ~ “Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha”

L ~ “Do you ever hear me calling?” – she asked the moon.

TF ~ “Ah-ha.”

L - ~ “Oh oh oh.”

TF ~ “Ah-ha.”

L ~ “Oh oh oh.”

TF ~ “Ah-ha.”

She closed her eyes tightly and covered her ears with her hands, so she wouldn’t listen to the murmurs around her, speeding her stride.

~ “'Cause every night I'm talking to the moooon. Still trying to get to youuuu. In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too, or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?”

Finally leaving everybody behind, she slowed her pace down again, looking up at the infinite sky, wishing her voice could reach him so he would remember her.

~ “Ohhhh. I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away…”

She saw the bright light before she saw the car approaching. The sound of tires screeching filled the street. Then a loud THUMP. Then silence.

*** Chapter Songs: ***

Thinking Out Loud (Ed Sheeran) Violin (and piano) Cover by Daniel Jang

Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

Perfect by Simple Plan

Daylight by Maroon 5

Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars

#Mystically Destined - The Musical #Chapter 2 - Dreams Are For Dreamers #Jihyun Kim #Elizabeth the 3rd #Slight Angst #Ed Sheeran #Maroon 5 #Bruno Mars #Fanfic

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