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asian-hero · 5 years ago

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Taking Hearts, Stealing Shirts

Submission: Hey! Can you do something with Todoroki and the “Is that my shirt” prompt? Your prompts give me all the feels.

A/N: This was really fun to write after that angsty prompt! It was nice to just write a simple, domestic, lovey-dovey story while listening to some sweet, sweet lofi music. So, enjoy some aged-up, not quite pro-heroes yet Todoroki and his s/o being all kinds of soft

“Is that...my shirt?” from this prompt list (feel free to send in a character and a sentence(s))

Summary: While stealing your boyfriend’s shirts was your favorite pastime, Todoroki was starting to run out of things to wear. So, what’s the next best option? Wearing your shirts. Too bad they’re just a bit too small for him

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Todoroki Shouto loved you dearly, so much so that his heart nearly bursts with happiness every time he sees you. Even though you two have been together for two years, you still find a way to make him feel as if your relationship just started. Somehow, you make him feel all nervous and giddy and at ease all at once, and, to be quite honest, he doesn’t think that’ll ever change. He hopes it doesn’t.

At the beginning of your relationship, it was safe to say that Shouto was a complete and utter trainwreck. It turns out that, surprise, not having a stable and loving figure in your life can make you wary of all your relationships in the future. Not only this, but it can make you extremely clueless as to how a relationship functions, and whether or not his feelings are “normal” or not. So, when the two of you had finally started going steady, he did his best to be the “perfect” boyfriend that you deserved. He’d walk you to and from your classes silently, open all of the doors for you, take his lunch with you, and, embarrassingly enough, if you ever had a shoe lace come undone, you could bet that he’d stop whatever he was doing to bend down and tie it for you. In hindsight, with him being the ever silent and stoic man he is, to others it could’ve seemed very forced, or somewhat robotic. Luckily for the two of you, you both began to relax and grow comfortable with each other, no longer looking like two awkward school children who just entered their first relationship. Which you were, but the entire school didn’t need to know it.

After the two of you graduated from U.A. and landed your first jobs as heroes, the time you had together was limited. After all, it was already difficult being a hero, let alone dating another one. You always tried to make time for one another, though. Even if it was a quick “lunch” break, at midnight, eating microwavable noodles outside a convenience store. While the two of you did your best to see each other often, it didn’t seem to be enough for the two of you, which was what prompted you to ask Shouto to move into your apartment. The words barely left your mouth before he readily agreed, and before you knew it, the two of you were living together.

Living together had its ups and downs. You both learned about the others habits and living styles very quickly. For example, you learned that, while your lovely boyfriend was amazing at many things, folding laundry was not one of them. The first time you two were doing laundry together, you saw the absolute travesty of Shouto just quickly folding and throwing his shirts into a pile. You were confused as to how someone could be so bad at a simple task, and he was confused as to how you took so long to do a simple task. Eventually, you shooed him out of the way and showed him how to properly fold his clothes, but you don’t think he was paying attention, if the poorly concealed giggles were to say anything. It wasn’t as if you could really say anything, as you had your own faults too. One of them that seemed to annoy Shouto the most was your inability to put away blankets after using them. You’d just, leave them there after you moved to another room. He’d remind you every time to put them away, but every day, without a fault, there’d be at least one blanket that was left out somewhere, whether it be on the couch or the floor. He honestly would be more annoyed if you didn’t look so cute with a guilty smile on your face.

However, one habit that Shouto hoped that you’d keep up was the fact that everyday, without a doubt, you’d steal his shirts for yourself. The first time you took one of his shirts was around the second month of living together. You’d gotten off early from your hero agency, only to get a text from your lovely boyfriend saying that he wouldn’t be back until late, so you shouldn’t bother to wait up for him. Did you understand? Yes, you knew that your hectic schedules would leave you two without a lot of time, so it didn’t bother you that much. Were you going to listen to his advice and go to bed without him? Absolutely not.

So, there you were, at one in the morning, passed out on the couch. When Shouto had walked in, he wasn’t quite sure whether to be angry with you, or if he was just so happy to see you. Once he had walked over to your sleeping form, he decided that not only was he happy to see you, but also that his heart couldn’t take the absolute adorableness that was right in front of his face:

You were all curled up on the couch, your knees tucked in and your hands resting underneath your head. There were pieces of hair that covered your face, and he was sure there was some drool coming out the side of your mouth, but that wasn’t what made his heart skip a beat. Upon further inspection, he noticed you were wearing one of his shirts. It was rather large on you, going all the way down to your mid-thigh, and he couldn’t help but coo at the sight.

When you woke up later that morning in your bed with a smug grin from Shouto, you quietly admitted that you missed him a bit too much, and that his shirts smelled like him. It was that day when he decided that he really liked seeing you in his clothes, and he’d gladly give you anything in his wardrobe if it meant he got to see you wear it.

With his enabling of your habit, however, came the fact that there was more laundry being done at the end of the day. To be more specific, more of his clothes were needed to be washed, because you loved wearing his shirts and he loved seeing you in them. This would’ve been fine, if it weren’t for the fact that Shouto was slowly losing things to wear the next day. There were multiple occasions when he’d need to find a very specific button up shirt to wear for an event he was to attend, only to find you wearing that exact shirt he needed. Since he was weak when it came to you, he wouldn’t say anything, and then he’d end up with a travesty of an outfit, which Momo would certainly call him out for.

It wasn’t only his formal shirts though. No, it was also his regular t-shirts, his sweaters, his hoodies, and anything else you could get your hands on. While he thought you looked ten times better than he would in his clothes, it wasn’t as if he could just go out without his shirts, despite your constant encouragements for him to just leave the house like that. As much as you liked to compliment his figure, he was sure that going to his workplace shirtless would be a bad idea. Or, going anywhere shirtless that wasn’t the beach would be a bad idea.

So, on one peaceful morning, when most of Shouto’s shirts were in the washing machine, and there was an incessant knocking at the door, rather than waking you up to go and get it, or to give him his shirt for a minute, he decided to do the next best thing: blindly reach for something that felt shirt-like while groggily walking towards the door. However, once he had pulled on whatever shirt he grabbed, there were only two thoughts running through his mind: “why is it so tight?” and “did I gain weight?”

These thoughts only seemed to grow once he had opened the door to a very flustered mailman. The poor man wouldn’t even look at the hero, and when he’d finished signing for the package, the mailman quickly left, not so much as a “goodbye.”

In his confusion, Shouto didn’t hear you shuffle your way into the living room, rubbing your eyes of all the sleepiness. When you finally got a good look at the man, you blinked a few times before saying anything.

“Honey?”

His head whipped towards you, slightly startled at your intrusion. Once he had fully turned towards you, you couldn’t help the laughter that tore its way from your throat.

“Is that…my shirt?”

Looking down at himself, he realized that yes, he was in fact, wearing your shirt, and, thankfully, he hadn’t gained any excess weight in the past few days. Rubbing the back of his neck, he felt a slight blush creep up his neck. At least he knew why that mailman acted the way he did.

“Ah, I didn’t know it was yours,”

You bit your lip in an attempt to keep any more giggles from coming out. It didn’t work. “What do you mean you didn’t know? It’s at least two sizes too small for you, it barely comes down to your stomach!”

He crossed his arms, huffing in mock annoyance, though you could see the small smile trying to make its appearance. Walking over to him, you gave him a quick peck, patting his exposed stomach.

“Honey, if you wanted to wear my shirts, you could’ve just asked,”

With a click of his tongue, he flicked your forehead lightly, moving away from you and towards the kitchen. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You pranced behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist while attempting to look over his shoulder. “What’s in the box?”

“New rice cooker,”

“Oh?” You let out, eyebrows lifting ever so slightly, “Replacing the one you broke?”

“I did not break it, yours was old.”

“You don’t just smack a rice cooker into submission, Shouto. You broke it.”

He waved one of his hands, as if dismissing you. Gasping, as if offended, you proceeded to lightly dig your fingers into his sides, making the man let out a shocked laugh. He tried to pry you away from him, but you latched onto him like a leech, refusing to let go. If anyone else were to walk in on you two, they certainly would’ve turned around and left.

Yes, Todoroki Shouto loved you dearly, and one day, he hoped to make you a Todoroki as well. But, for now, he’d settle with trying to escape his ticklish doom.

#bnha #mha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #submission

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words-writ-in-starlight · 4 years ago

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Jfkdjilgkfg I didnt see this when you posted it! If you're still answering:

For your Gabriel Shepard ♒ - cooking/food♦ - quirks/hobbies

And if you want to, for Shakarian ✿ - Sex 👀👀

Oh hell yeah. If anyone wants more of my Extensive Thoughts on Shepard, the o blessed gabriel series is like...30K of those, and also is the source of Gabriel Shepard.

♒ - Cooking/Food Headcanon

I’m trying to think of a nice way to phrase this, but--

Gabriel Shepard is Not A Good Cook. She’s serviceable, in the sense that she has never once given anyone food poisoning or lit anything major on fire. If you hand her a recipe and a reasonably compelling reason to use it, she’ll probably produce something that’s perfectly fine. Exactingly correct, because she’s a perfectionist. But she has literally never cooked something more complex than pre-made spaghetti sauce heated in a pan and non-instant noodles for herself. She just doesn’t see the point.

She explains this to Joker, when he asks why the hero of the ongoing galactic war is eating Cup Noodles in a very expensive Council-funded apartment on the Citadel, and he buries his face in his hands and whispers, “I hate you so much.”

“I’m your best friend,” Shepard says as she crumbles some reserved noodles over her dinner. For the crunch, she told Joker when he asked.

“I’m demoting you. Please at least put a vegetable in that.”

“Do you want vegetables? I could get some.”

“No, I already--please focus, Shepard.” She makes a point to shove the biggest possible bite into her mouth as she blinks at him, and Joker makes a mildly aggrieved noise. “When was the last time you ate something that didn’t include the word ‘instant’ on the package?” She shrugs at him and slurps some broth. “You’re the worst person I know.”

♦ - Quirks/Hobbies Headcanon

While she’s spending six months on Earth in what she calls a glorified drunk tank, Shepard learns real fast that, apparently, almost everything she previously considered ‘a hobby’ was like...technically part of her job. And that she’s not allowed to have anything that might be classed as a weapon of any kind (she makes it an entire month before she tells a guard that he’s stupider than he looks if he thinks she couldn’t kill him with a chair just as easily as a box cutter, and honestly she thinks she should get a prize). She doesn’t have a particular gift for studying and there’s only so much time in a day that a person can spend reading up on current events and turian linguistics. No, she hasn’t been allowed to send letters, even and possibly especially to Palaven. How did you guess. Mostly she just works out a lot.

She’s hit the start of month three by the time she cracks completely and downloads some video guides on building models from scratch. She liked the models she found sometimes, filled her cabin on the Normandy with them, but they didn’t take too long to assemble and she needs to fill time so starting from scratch it is.

Apparently she’s terrorized her guards suitably into submission, because when she corners one and says “You can get me cardboard, right? That’s not considered a deadly weapon?” the rookie squeaks out a “yessir” and doesn’t ask any questions. Three hours later Shepard has a nice assortment of carboard types and some kitchen shears that she took the pin out of so that she has two loose blades. The guard walks in on Shepard sharpening one and does not say anything as she sets down the cardboard on the table and books it.

By the end of six months, Shepard wouldn’t consider herself particularly competent, but her little cardboard structures are certainly recognizable. The whole lot of them are lost in the attack, of course. She barely remembers. There are bigger fish to fry.

✿ - Sex Headcanon

I really want to be applauded for how hard I’m working not to make a “what that tongue do” joke here and leaving it at that. This is a Herculean labor.

Anyway, point is, there are Logistical Problems(TM) with turian/human relationships. It starts with “human skin is pretty delicate, compared to the turian equivalent of keratin” and goes from there, but. Just because Shepard isn’t in a rush to be cornered by her subordinates and given pro tips (she is, in fact, avoiding Mordin, thank you for asking, Jacob, don’t tell him she was here) doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of it. And Gabriel Shepard is a soldier first, a tactician second, and everything else including human and alive somewhere below, ask anyone, so she uh--

Does research?

Some of it is from what she would personally consider accredited sources, although probably not for their intended purposes. Interspecies relationships aren’t unheard of--with the asari in the mix, they’re not even particularly rare--but if there’s a human-turian guidebook, not even Spectre clearance is dredging it up. Shepard thinks (after three solid evenings dedicated to way, way more research than she’s ever put into sex before, including the first time she gave bondage a whirl in basic training) that there’s a nonzero chance that they’re the first to try it. Not a high chance! But nonzero. So--

Listen, what the Alliance doesn’t know about why a Spectre is accessing their old wartime surveillance data won’t hurt them. Shepard takes it all with a grain of salt for obvious reasons, but it’s the obvious starting place because it’s in her own language.

Then she starts hitting EDI up for help finding a turian sex ed book and it’s all pretty much an uphill slog through half-useful translations, dictionary definitions, and really questionable porn from there.

And actually, it’s not even the research that’s the problem. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but at the end of the day, Shepard is pretty determined NOT to have this be a terrible moment of interspecies awkwardness, because--well, she doesn’t have to interrogate that thought. That’s the beauty of a probable upcoming suicide mission. She has rights, as a recently dead woman now looking at another, probably more painful death, and those rights include not having to think about her own feelings more than absolutely mandatory.

No, see, the problem comes once she’s done all the research she feasibly can and she’s walking to her door to let Garrus in and being confronted with the fact that now she will have to admit to doing that research.

She makes the tactical decision not to say anything until after she strips.

(Garrus actually doesn’t say a damn word until the next morning, when Shepard is waking up, when he bumps his jaw fondly against her head and says, “You really are the brains of the outfit.”)

(”Mmph,” Gabriel mumbles into her pillow, and adjusts his arm over her waist so that it settles a bit lower, where the edge of his plating won’t poke at her. “And don’t you forget it.”)

#shakarian #commander shepard #garrus vakarian #gabriel shepard #mass effect #starlight writes stuff #headcanon meme #ask meme #this got LONG but listen hey they just announced a remaster so i gotta FINISH THIS BITCH #i still haven't finished the games #i got SAD ABOUT THE TRILOGY ENDING OKAY #i have this problem with media i watch or read or play something i ADORE and then freeze up because i don't want it to end #but anyway probably i'll finish it and then restart it with exactly the same character #because i understand that 'replay value' is a thing but i don't actually care about it i made my choices and i like them #ANYWAY yeah listen that last one is basically 'gabriel shepard is thinking about writing an anonymously published book so no one else has t #if i ever get my life together and finish the game i will write a post-canon fic #where gabriel and garrus deal with the political nuclear fallout of their relationship being public #because they're not FLASHY during me3 but also Literally Everyone They Meet Knows (Plus Some People They Don't)#every single idiot on palaven who spoke to garrus while shep was gone knows #she hangs out in the refugee camp and does inventory with him and so the whole refugee camp knows #shepard personally has told very few people but It Is Known #and eventually! eventually! they will have to deal with being basically the only high profile human-turian romance in the galaxy #anyway loved this ask great choices thanks babe #anonymous #asked and answered

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blursed-ninjago-ideas · 5 years ago

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So, uh, here's a Genderfluid Jay thing.

Jay usually leans towards male pronouns. In fact he didn't really start questioning until one day they were referred to as he and they started to feel ill. Everyone tried to reassure them but kept using things like "he" and "bro" and Jay just kept feeling more and more ill.

They actually ran off towards Mystake's tea shop, thinking they might have gotten cursed, leaving everyone else behind. Mystake was surprised to see Jay, but gave them a cup of camomile tea and asked about what was wrong.

Jay asked if there was a curse where hearing certain words would cause people to be sick and Mystake says for him to elaborate. Jay explains what happened and Mystake then tells Jay:

"Hmm, well I think I know what's wrong."

"Really?! So you have a cure?"

"No."

"No? No!? I'm gonna be cursed forever!?!"

"No, Jay, There is no cure, because you are not cursed. You are feeling sick because you are being called something you know isn't right."

"What l-like I'm a girl now or something?"

"Perhaps. Are you?"

And that gets Jay thinking. Jay felt like a boy yesterday but today-Today she felt like a girl.

She has a lot of questions, and Mystake tries her best to answer. Mystake offers Jay a place to stay while she sorts herself out and Jay agrees. Mystake tells Jay that if she wants to wear something else that she could borrow something from the wardrobe. Jay tries on a dress and feels... nice. She stays the night, but not before sending a text back to the rest of the team that (s)he's alright and but needs some alone time.

The next day he feels like a boy again. He talks to Mystake again:

"Jay, you are not the first person I've seen who has had their gender change like that. When I was small I knew many people who would shift from man to woman to everything in between. They, like you, would feel better being called he one day and she the next. For some it was just a preference, for others it hurt to be called the wrong thing. Why, I wasn't certain for a while about which one I was until a bit before I set up my shop. You might settle on something like I did, you might not, but it doesn't matter what you are, as long as you are true to who you are."

Jay still feels weird but Mystake has really helped. He's still worried though, will the others accept him?

Mystake reassures him that anyone who's worth it will accept him, but if he doesn't feel like he's ready to tell anyone yet, he absolutely doesn't need to tell anyone.

Jay goes back home with a dress, some teabags and a bag of make-up. He starts growing his hair out. He feels much better about himself, and starts noticing times when they are female or nonbinary or part-male or even just a huge question mark, but he's still Jay, even if he isn't a he.

It takes him a few weeks to tell his parents, but once he did it was a huge relief (They got shirts. It was embarrassing but really touching. Edna has a photo of Jay with the hugest blush and most awkward grin ever crushed between his parents placed in a scrapbook. It's one of her favourites.)

He still takes a couple to tell the rest of the ninja. He practices in front of the mirror, visits Mystake to go over many, many scripts and even tries picking out an outfit to wear for his big reveal (should he wear a dress? A suit? His normal clothes? What?)

He ends up just spluttering out that he's genderfluid and running off embarrassed. After a bit of explaining everyone accepts him, even if some (Kai) are still confused.

After a while everyone gets used to Jay randomly waltzing in anything from stunning dress with gorgeous make up to a rabbit onesie and fluffy slippers and announcing his/her/their current pronouns. This is referred to as Jay's Gender Report and it is always done with an over the top announcer voice.

After season 9, Mystake's funeral happens, and her will is read out. Jay had no idea that he was mentioned at all in it. He received a box of camomile tea, a make-up kit, her old clothes and a book. Jay waits until after the funeral to read it. It's Mystake's old diary, back when she first came to Ninjago. He read through it all, uncertain why she gave him this until the very last page.

"Jay

If your reading this, I am long gone from this world. Assuming you read this diary, you would also know that I am an Oni, a shapeshifter from the First Realm. I have never needed to worry about what form my body took as I could change it whenever I pleased.

However, you don't have that luxury; No human does. I have lived a long time and have had many people come into my life, many of them were stuck in a form they hated.

I have been doing research for many centuries for a way to help these people, and while surgeons have methods to help transfer people to a different form, modern science can't help those who are constantly in flux.

I believe I have created a spell that could help.

It grants one a limited form of shapeshifting, allowing someone to change from masculine to feminine to androgynous and back again.

It is still imperfect, it only lasts for a week before you need to recast it, and changing form more than twice a day will tire you out and it doesn't work for those under the age of 21.

I have enclosed the spell in the envelope across the page. My final wish is that you help as many people as you can with this spell. Find a trustworthy mage who can finish the spell. Create one of those "spider sites" you have shown me so anyone who needs the spell can find it.

I am sorry that I wasn't able to tell you this in person, to help you through the first casting of the spell, but knowing you will be able to use it for yourself even after I'm gone gives me hope.

-Mystake"

Edit: Jay is the genderfluid icon and Mysake is the super supporter I NEED thank you so much for this submission

#blessed ninjago submissions #ninjago #submission #this is...so beautful

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years ago

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𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕌𝕡♡

AAAAAA I hate to be THAT person, but I think I sent in a match up request in the wrong spot...? I sent it through the link in the bio, the normal submissions box, and now this one...I am very slow and do not know which box in particular I am supposed to send it through. I am new to tumblr so I have no clue where everything is, and I just realized that this is the “match up submission box”. I feel really bad for doing this so many times, I am just very confused ... Sorry again if I am STILL doing this wrong 😣 ~ So I have found this amazing account, and I was wondering if I could have a match up please with Attack On Titan, Haikyuu, and The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K? :) and if I may please be anonymous. ~ Appearance and a bit about me: I am a female, just barely under 5’0, I am Filipino, I have straight teeth, I have thick wavy hair (and just a bit of white hair cause of my genes), I am a bit on the chubbier side, I have big thighs, I have stretch marks, a small scar on my forehead from running into a door when I was 7, i have a small mole on my cheek (similar to Sugawara, just a bit lower), my chest size is a bit bigger (I am a D), I wear glasses and contacts, I always have a ring or two on my finger to fidget with when I’m nervous, and my go to outfit is sweats and a sweatshirt. I also was mocked in 6th and 7th grade about being dumb, useless, and all of that by my close friend group. It made me go in a dark place for a while, but now I have good friends bringing me up, but ever since 💫corona💫, I’ve been doubting myself again. ~ Interests and hobbies: I love playing volleyball, play fighting, binging anime and all types of Asian dramas, listening to sad love songs or jersey club remixes cause the bass on those are ✨amazing✨, sleeping, collecting stuffed animals (I have 10 on my bed alone ��), playing the ukulele, hugging, and cuddling. ~ Personality: I am slow with many things but I am also academically smart (if that makes sense), I am dramatic, I have a loud voice when I talk, I am usually playful but when I get mad it’s only for like an hour or so then I start to feel bad and forgive the other person (that is why no one takes me seriously 😔), i apologize a lot, I am very affectionate and kind (I always say I love you at the end of calls, always say have a good day, etc), I am dependent on others most of the time, Whenever there was a class visitor or even if it is a friend’s parent I always say ms or me in front (like ms.(her first name) if that makes sense) I also suck at replying to peoples messages (I read them, respond in my head, then completely forget to respond), I tend to hide how I feel about others which sometimes leads to problems, I over share about what’s going on in my life, and I put others happiness before mine. ~ Thank you for your time :) I hope this wasn’t overboard. Once again, I am SUPER DUPER sorry if I did this and/or the first one I did wrong. I am very confused with how these work. I hope you have an amazing day :))

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Hello sweet pea~! So sorry it look all confusing, but I will say you did spectacular~! You’re most definitely in the right place to submit your match-up~! ^^ I’m so sorry this took so long to get out, but I do hope you enjoy who I’ve paired you with~! Thank you again for requesting with us~! It means the world~!

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ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋɪʀꜱᴄʜᴛᴇɪɴ

Someone who was initially known mainly for having an interest in Mikasa, it’s a surprise to many when he comes clean that he’s actually in a relationship with you. To him, you’re absolutely adorable in your own little way. He enjoys your playful banter and easily matches with the loudness you project with ease. Though he doesn’t particularly like the amount of apologizing you do, he actually tries his best to not only ease you out of the habit, but to grow much more confident in your own abilities and skills.

It’s without a doubt that he’ll compliment you on your academic prowess and will continue to do so until you properly understand that you’re amazing in your own way. Whenever you both lay together in bed, he usually likes to caressed your skin and subconsciously will lightly brush his finger tips against the little scar on your forehead with a goofy little smile on his face.

When hearing of your past, he’s angered of course, but vows more so to properly show you that those people weren’t worth the air you breathed. It goes without saying that if he happens to see them or gets an idea of what they look like he won’t hesitate to boast or cause a sort of scene. After all, he’s very protective of you.

ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ ᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀɴᴇ

The most similar to you, though he finds your energy and playful attitude reminiscent of the 1st years of Karasuno. In comparison to your loud voice, he speaks in a soft one and tends to be just a touch more timid than you. Make no mistake though, Asahi can be reliable in those moments of desperate need and won’t hesitate to truly show whoever decides to mess with you what the ace of Karasuno can do. When it comes to play fighting, he usually lets you win and have the upper hand as he personally can’t bring himself to ever try to hurt you.

Without a doubt, Asahi will constantly be giving you reminders as to how much he loves you. Though he may not be quite physical or say it much, his actions are what truly set it aside for you. The small touches to your hands or shoulders, or the light ruffle of your hair, and the chaste kiss to your cheek. It’s all in the small things he does rather than the big dramatic ones. Similar to you, Asahi tends to be quite apologetic and has the habit of apologizing for things that he had no action in just for the sake of keeping the peace.

Other then that, despite not being as affection via PDA, Asahi actually quite enjoys being the large fluffy teddy bear of your dreams. Whether it be while you’re binging a show together or sleeping in each other’s arms, he doesn’t mind if you decide to snuggle up on top of his chest. (Rather he prefers for you to do so)

ᴋᴀɪᴅᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴜɴ

Hyperactive with his imagination yet shy and absolutely dorky in his own right, Kaidou is the best fit for you in Saiki’s world! He’s playful and most definitely doesn’t mind being a touch chaotic and childish with you. It’s to the surprise of many that Kaidou is practically two different people on the phone and off the phone. (Perhaps that’s just because he can’t handle your adorableness in person.) The air of confidence he has over the line when he communicates about his day as well as his adventures with the Black Wings is nothing but endearing in it’s own way.

He’s always interested in your day though, and adamantly will ask if anything suspicious or out of the norm has happened. After all, he’s quite protective in his own right and knows when to be serious. (It’s easier for him to say I love you over the phone than in person.)

Contrary to what many may think, Kaidou absolutely loves affection but can’t properly emulate how he feels about it as he’s constantly conflicted about the notion of being in such lovey intimate spaces with you. Though make no mistake he truly wants to hold you and kiss you, it’s just hard for him to gain the confidence and to pull through with his thought process. (That and the fear of what his mother may do)

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zimmerdouche · 7 years ago

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This is something I’ve had saved on my computer since like June but I still have a lot of thoughts about the Poindexter family.

I forget where it was I read this, and whether it was actually canon or not, but effectively it said that the entire Samwell Hockey Team came from a place of privilege because hockey is an expensive sport.

Consider: Dex is a multiple. More specifically, a triplet. Three kids going to college at once? And that money related stress, piled on since birth? Save your money, Poindexter, because even though you aren’t that bad off you aren’t the only one that needs tuition and equipment.

I know Ngozi tweeted about Dex only having an older brother but let me have this.

Let’s talk more about the Poindexter triplets.

Wyatt Joseph Poindexter

The youngest triplet. Laid back, big thinker, just wants everyone to get along.

He grew a beard after high school because he was so. Fucking. Tired. Of being mistaken for his older brother. He’s only an inch shorter and everyone called them the Weasley twins, there needed to be a change.

Poster Boy for the rustic hipster aesthetic. Plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up, ripped jeans, knit beanie, Timbs, occasionally suspenders? Plus a beard? Actual Lumberjack Wyatt Poindexter.

At the University of Maine majoring in Communication Sciences and Disorders with a minor in music. He’d like to focus on music education for the hard of hearing.

Fluent in American Sign Language. (He is the Number One Fan of Holly Maniatty, interpreter at hip hop concerts.) Can also stumble his way through casual conversation in French.

L o v e s music and will listen to any genre. Literally any, but he especially loves stuff that he can play on his guitar, and artists like John Mayer, Jack Johnson, Brett Dennen, Counting Crows, so on and so forth. He loves listening to lyrics and dissecting meaning and context, and will write his own lyrics on occasion.

He was a sprinter in high school and was pretty good but chose not to continue in college even though a few schools showed interest.

Gay and demisexual. He came out after his freshman year, after a lot of soul searching, meditation, and GSA meetings, to his siblings, whose collective response was “oh shit me too, thank God.”

Drives a truck older than he is with a bench seat and a paint job that’s mostly rust. He hot boxes it regularly and honestly? A big Triplet Bonding Event, especially after the Poindexters start college, is driving out to the middle of nowhere at midnight with snacks and drinks and weed and smoking in the bed of the truck, looking at the stars, and talking about life.

Group chat: has it on Do Not Disturb because his siblings never shut up. Will occasionally interject with one liners. Sends Snapchat screenshots of himself looking Bored as Fuck in any lecture that isn’t directly related to his career path and also plaid related memes.

Winona Jane “Ryder” Poindexter

The second oldest/middle triplet and the only girl. Fiercely protective and stubborn. Will kick your ass. Will kick everyone’s ass. Will kick her own ass.

Everyone calls her Ryder (like, Winona Ryder, the actress) because she absolutely despises the name Winona. The number one way to piss her off is to call her Winona, or God forbid, Winnie (Will does it when he wants her attention. She threatens murder).

Also at UMaine, studying bioengineering. Her ultimate goal is to lead a research team focused on artificial organs, but she has also considered becoming a professor. She’d be a great lecturer because she tends to ramble.

A thrift store fiend with a need to look like she came straight from the nineties. She likes mom jeans, denim in general, crop tops, Chuck Taylors, and UMaine athletic wear. She also steals her brothers’ flannel shirts.

She was on the color guard in high school and continues to be on the color guard in college. She’s damn good at it too. Can do some basic gymnastics/tumbling, but the back handspring is about as fancy as she can go. Damn good at dancing in general. She also loves to swing dance, and while she couldn’t get Wyatt into it she managed to get Will to dance with her and he enjoys it much more than he’ll ever let on.

Her freshman spring semester she took a video editing class and part of the class was start a YouTube channel so that she could upload assignments to it. She chose to do a vlog channel and she titled it “Ryder Die,” and she just kinda stuck with it after the class ended. Will and Wyatt make regular guest appearances.

Lives for Spongebob related memes. It’s a problem. Wyatt had to ban her from showing Spongebob memes in the car because she would try to show him like one every three minutes while he was driving.

Bisexual as fuck and... uncomfortably open about her sex life. Ryder, your brothers do not want to know about that. Stahp.

Group chat: Ryder’s contact names from both of her brothers are just various Winona Ryder characters. She’ll purposely call Wyatt Will and Will Wyatt. “Guys how does this outfit look?” (30 seconds later) “Why am I asking you two I look fantastic”

William Jacob “Will” “Dex” Poindexter

The oldest triplet. High strung, reserved, very loyal and very protective, even more so than his sister.

His siblings call him Will, Samwell Men’s Hockey calls him Dex. His siblings will probably never call him Dex, it’s just weird. Do you call your brother by his last name? Why would you? You have the same last name!

Studying computer science/engineering at Samwell University.

Does the guy own anything that ISN’T plaid? Yes, he does, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. God, does he look like his brother.

Can stumble his way through a few songs on the guitar and can carry a tune better than his brother, (“Fuck you, Will! You’re not even going into music!”) but refuses to sing in public. He may hum, if you’re lucky.

Defensemen on the Samwell Men’s Hockey team.

Left handed so, basically, if Wyatt didn’t have a beard, they’d be completely mirrored. They are identical, after all.

Bisexual with a pretty strong male preference.

Group chat: Bickers with Ryder a lot, usually if he instigates conversation it’s to complain about his defense partner Derek Nurse. He does this often enough that Ryder suspects they’re dating. Once, when they were actually getting along, he sent a selfie and Ryder’s response was, of course, a Spongebob meme – “OH NO HE’S HOT!”

These three together? Oh boy

This bit is more about their parents but is required for context: Papa Marcus Poindexter is a Baptist worship pastor. Mama Cara Poindexter was Irish Catholic but converted after she started dating Marcus. They are… extremely conservative, more so than the rest of their extended family, and it’s not exactly a healthy environment for the triplets. They’ve all set off firecrackers in the baptismal pool though.

All three of them have like, three different personalities, depending on who is around them. There’s the “I’m with my parents” personality, which will always prevail in any situation and is very submissive and agreeable, the “I’m with my siblings but not my parents” personality, which will prevail provided their parents are not around and is very loud and laughter filled, and then “I’m with anyone else but not my siblings” personality, which is at any other time and shifts based on who they’re talking to.

Their group chat is. A mess. The name changes constantly and most of the time it’s just them bitching about everyone they know.

Favorite GC Names include:

Those Damn Poindexter Kids

Poindexter Meme Team

Will/Ryder/Wyatt is the Hot One

Which one are you again?

Fluent in American Sex Language

God Nerfed Us

Our Hair is Red because the Devil is Our Father

Mad 4 Plaid

Summer after their freshman year of college, some guy named Jake Nichols made a bet with his buddy that he could hook up with all three of them at least once. He did it, the madman, and they don’t figure it out until MONTHS later and it’s the best story to tell at parties, but only when all three of them are there together.

Wyatt and Will run in the mornings when they’re together, Will and Ryder will do dexterity training together, and Ryder and Wyatt will do your Everyday Gym Trip together (where Ryder does strength training and Wyatt general Fitness Upkeep).

Ryder and Wyatt visit The Haus when the Frogs are juniors:

So damn polite, oh my god, Bitty LOVES them because they all want to help in the kitchen like Dex does, and they brought even MORE food, bless their hearts.

Wyatt gets along with Nursey like a house on fire. Ryder won’t stop doing eyebrow waggles at Dex every time he and Nursey say anything to each other.

Graduates are visiting bc plot and Ryder is well on her way to hook up with Ransom when he realizes that he doesn’t live there anymore and there’s no room to go to, whoops. He tried to ask Dex if he could flirt with his sister and Dex r e f u s e d to broach the topic with him. “If she wants to it’s fine.” “But-” “IF SHE WANTS TO IT IS F I N E.”

Wyatt brings his guitar and there’s a jam session in the front yard, somehow he convinces Will to sing. It’s an exciting time, Nursey brings out a ukulele and everyone’s humming along and somehow there’s a firepit is this even legal? The music is great though, even though it’s 3 AM and the Lax bros are pissed.

IDK how but they’d get Nursey and Dex together. They conspire with Chowder and maybe Bitty and just. Make it happen. Witchcraft.

Fin.

#omgcp #omg check please #will poindexter #william dex poindexter #nurseydex #omgcp hc #ok 2 reblog #in fact please do!#and add on if you want!#lynny text

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justsomebucky · 8 years ago

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The Friendly Wager (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,608 (went really overboard)

Warnings: language, lots of bad language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, implied drunkenness, angst, regret, hangover, confrontation, stupid feelings are stupid yeah?

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”

Second to last part! Tags are closed. I loved all your messages so much!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

The next morning, you awoke with a ridiculous pounding headache. Your mouth tasted funny and dry, and you knew you were still in your outfit from the night before. That also meant that last night’s makeup was probably smeared across your face and pillow.

Thank goodness it was Saturday. At least that would give you time to get over the hangover from hell. You groaned at the memory of what caused you to get so inebriated in the first place.

You win.

After seeing Bucky’s text, you didn’t reply to him. Instead, you conned Peter into taking you for some drinks.

His bar of choice? Red Room, another exclusive spot downtown.

Expensive alcohol (paid for by Peter) flowed for the rest of the night, as did Peter’s mundane chatter. The only reprieve you had was when you passed out in the taxi home.

You sat up gingerly, squinting at the clock on your bedside table as you wiped some drool off the corner of your mouth. Your phone was halfway across the room on the floor, as if you’d thrown it in a fit of rage.

Wait a minute…

Yeah, you definitely had thrown it in a fit of rage from the looks of it. Or, a fit of some emotion…the details were sort of cloudy at the moment.

You stepped out of bed, moving slowly over to the discarded device, but as soon as you picked it up (and it wasn’t broken, thank you OtterBox!) you saw the battery must have died.

The charger was back over near your bed, so you plugged it in and waited for the screen to light up.

When it finally came back to life, you cringed again. The number of missed calls and unread texts was higher than you’d ever seen in your life. Fourteen missed calls, all from last night. You clicked those first.

Three calls were from Peter (that made you chuckle, since you probably wandered away from him for some peace and quiet).

Eight were from Wanda. Why the hell had Wanda tried to call you that many times?

One missed call from…Natasha?

Oh god!

Your eyes widened as you remembered something else from last night. Natasha had been there with a couple of her friends.

You’d drunkenly gone up to her and offered her Bucky’s number in person, telling her nearly every sinful thing he’d ever said about her and how much he wanted to date her. Why had she called though? Maybe to make sure you had her number?

You smacked your forehead at the hazy memory, wincing as it added on to your hangover headache pain.

What the hell was the matter with you?

With another low groan, you looked at the last two missed calls of the night.

Both were from Bucky.

Oh geez. He probably called to confirm that he slept with Rosie, or to thank you for giving Natasha his number. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck…

You moved on to the dozens of unread text messages.

Most of them were from Peter, asking where you were, asking if you were ready to go home. The last couple from him were interesting.

Bucky texted me to say if I didn’t get you home soon he was gonna kick my ass.

Can you please meet me near the door so we can head out? I have a cab waiting.

There were texts from Natasha that you found just a little disturbing.

Thank you again! Sorry I missed your call. I tried to call back but no answer!

I’m going to ask him out tomorrow! Can’t wait! - Nat

Wanda seemed to have gotten the bulk of the text messages, replying to what started as you complaining about your date, to you sending her strings of gibberish with a lot of sad emojis.

I can’t understand what you’re writing, Y/N. I think you should get home.

Should I text Bucky to come get you?

Do you need me and Vis to come pick you up?

Finally, the last few were from the man himself.

Y/N, please get in the cab with Peter.

You’re not making any sense.

I’m getting worried. Just come home!

Ugh, you really mucked things up this time, didn’t you? A quick scan of your messages told you by the time you started texting Bucky, you were too far gone to type properly. At least you didn’t confess anything, like how you’d kept Nat from him for that long.

How humiliating…

You never ever drank this much, knowing that it always led you to make poor decisions.

At least Peter Quill wasn’t in your bed. That was a plus-one for your night, for sure. Thankfully, you were always good about going to bed alone. Stranger danger (or in this case nearly-a-stranger danger) was a real thing, and you weren’t having it.

With another groan, you found Wanda’s name in your contact list and pressed call, putting her on speaker.

After a few rings, she finally picked up. “Y/N? You’re alive then?”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, eyes filling with tears involuntarily. “I’m so sorry, Wan. I made a fool of myself last night.”

“You were just hurting, friend. It’s fine. You didn’t really like Peter anyway, from what you were saying when you could still type properly.”

“I know, but it’s not even just that. I’ll probably have to apologize to him later, but Wanda, I saw Natasha when I was out last night.”

“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed. “What did you say to her? Please don’t tell me you said anything about Bucky!“

“I told her Bucky lusted after her, then gave her his number,” you admitted, closing your eyes to try to stave off the stinging tears. “She texted me last night and said she was going to ask him out today.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

Sorry? Huh?

“Don’t be. He’s wanted her for a while now, I just didn’t have the guts to lose my best friend to her.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.

“Are you still there, Wan?”

“I’m still here, but I’m wondering why you’re a total moron.”

You opened your eyes, glaring at the nearest object, which just so happened to be your lamp. “Excuse me?”

“All you did last night, Y/N, was text about Bucky. Did he sleep with Rosie? Do you think he slept with Rosie? Do you think he’s in love with Rosie? What about Natasha? Did he still want Nat? Doesn’t he care about me at all?”

The only thing you could do was groan again, feeling utterly stupid.

“Don’t you see, you absolute moron? You’re in love with Bucky. I had my suspicions all along, but now this kind of solidifies it, don’t you think? That’s why you didn’t want to give Nat his number, and that’s why you don’t want to lose him.”

“Have you picked up the drinking where I left off, Wan? You’re so far off from the truth, it’s not even funny.”

“Am I? Then explain these texts: Wanda he doesn’t care about me. Bucky hates me. He’ll forget all about me. I can’t lose him, Wan! Not one message said anything like that about Peter. Not one, Y/N. You really love Bucky, and you’re scared because you finally realized it.”

That was like a kick in the gut. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? I think you need to take some time and think about what…or who…you really want, Y/N. Before it’s too late, preferably.”

“Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” you whispered into the phone, feeling like your heart was cracking. “I need someone to be with me today. I know if I’m alone, I’ll sit and mope all day.”

“I won’t let you be alone,” she promised.

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We’re going out tonight! Just wanted to say thank you again! –Nat

You stared at the screen, wondering if your brain was still so muddled from your hangover that you were no longer capable of reading correctly. Surely, this newly received text didn’t say that they were already going on a date, one day after the whole debacle of the wager went down?

Boy, he didn’t waste any time, did he?

There was still no word from your supposed best friend after last night. There was no way you were gonna text him first, not after remembering what went down, and everything you may have said.

He was probably a little bit mad about the Natasha thing, but couldn’t he get over it? He told practically everyone how he felt about her. Steve and Sam knew…even Vis and Wanda knew!

He was finally seeing her tonight, and all would be well with them. Why did he have to hold it against you? What a baby.

Anyways.

You got out of bed, and the first thing you did with what little energy you could muster was grab a blanket and move to lay on the couch.

Wanda promised she wouldn’t let you spend the day alone thinking about your humiliation, but she still hadn’t arrived yet. You hoped against hope she was stopping for coffee and bagels or something. You could really use some strong caffeine right about now.

You pulled the blanket over you with a sigh, and flipped through the channels until you came across a movie that looked familiar. ‘When Harry Met Sally.’ Just what you didn’t need to see.

“Oh, screw you. Guys and girls can be just friends,” you yelled at the TV, throwing your tissue box at the screen. You clicked through some more channels.

It was like the world was laughing at you.

My Best Friend’s Wedding was on, too.

Another farce.

The best friend is about to marry this beautiful woman that you can’t help but like, while Julia Roberts tries desperately to sabotage the wedding because she realizes (or maybe just thinks) she’s in love with him. That was so stupid. Who lets it get that far? If she loved the guy, she should probably just go ahead and tell him.

When Bucky and Natasha eventually got married, you weren’t going to run up and make out with him to try to stop him. You wanted him to be happy, even if-

Your eyes widened, no longer seeing the movie on the screen, but picturing Bucky standing at the altar with Natasha, looking happier than ever.

You’d been about to say ‘even if it wasn’t with you.’

What.

The actual.

Fuck?????

Your hands got all clammy again as you thought it through. What the hell kind of thought was that? You pushed the blanket off your legs and stood up, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Was Wanda right?

Were Harry and that stupid Sally right, too?

Were you…in love…with Bucky?

Your heart started racing as you heard a knock on the door. When you swung it open, Wanda stood there, coffee and bagels in hand as you’d hoped for.

“Y/N, it’s been so long,” she answered dryly. “I promised I would be here, so here I am.”

“Wanda, get in here!”

You shoved your friend inside the apartment while she tried to balance the coffee without spilling.

“What the hell, Y/N? Careful!”

The door slammed shut behind you, and you turned to her with anxious eyes.

“Am I really in love with Bucky?” you asked breathlessly, trying to keep your voice down just in case he was across the hall.

Not that someone could hear you when they weren’t home, but in bed with another woman…ugh…

“Wanda?” you repeated, feeling like you might be sick. “Am I?”

“What?” She laughed, moving inside and heading for the kitchen counter. “Why are you asking me? I already told you how I felt about it, how I think you feel. Shouldn’t you be asking yourself if you’re in love with Bucky or not?”

“I don’t know! I’m so confused right now, and I just don’t know,” you rambled, following behind her, your hands wringing together. “He’s my best friend. People can be just friends, Wanda!”

“Calm down, Y/N. Let’s think this through, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, reaching for a coffee and taking a sip. “Okay, yes, coffee is good, thinking is good. Thinking is my best skill.”

“Over-thinking, maybe.”

“That’s not helping!”

“All right, all right!” Wanda held her hands up in surrender. “When you picture yourself with someone, settling down with them forever, who is it? Who do you see beside you?”

“I can’t ever picture it,” you admitted, setting the drink down. “I’m not that kind of person. I mean, I try, but I just…fairy tales are for children, you know?”

Wanda leaned against the counter, nodding. “Okay, we’ll come back to that. When you picture Bucky settling down with someone forever, who is it?”

You frowned at your friend. “Honestly, my first thought is Natasha.”

Her eyes widened a little. “And how does that make you feel?”

“You sound like a TV therapist right now.”

“Do you want my help or not?” she huffed, rolling her eyes and sipping from her own coffee.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Okay, how does it make me feel…?” You closed your eyes, trying to picture Bucky and Natasha at the altar again. “It makes me feel a little bit crazy.”

“You’ll need to be a little more precise than that. Explain.”

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to try to calm your overactive, extremely loud heartbeat. You met her gaze again, and you knew you could be honest with her. “Well, for one, it makes me want to kick Natasha in the shin.”

Wanda laughed. “And what about Bucky?”

Shit. You knew what you were picturing. “I want to grab his face, and plead with him not to leave me.”

She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Is that all you want to do?”

You closed your eyes again, trying to imagine it. There was definitely more to the story, parts you would never let yourself picture before.

“No,” you admitted weakly. “That’s not all.”

“Could you picture yourself up on that altar beside him instead of Nat?”

There was no hesitation this time.

“Yes.” Your response was a mere whisper, but you couldn’t have managed a louder voice if you tried.

“I think you have your answer then, don’t you? I mean, you did try to keep Natasha away from him so you could keep him a little longer. Plus, I think, and this is just me observing from afar here, but…I think you purposefully sought out douchebags to date so you didn’t have to commit to anyone else.”

“I…really? You think?” Your brows scrunched in disbelief. “I thought I just had a type?”

“Yeah, you have a type all right. Tall, dark, blue eyes, and lives across the hall from you.”

“But he’s going out with Natasha tonight,” you groaned, moving back over to the door to peer out of the peephole. There were still no signs of anyone across the hall. “He probably isn’t even back from Rosie’s, since he slept with her and all.”

“You don’t know that he slept with her.”

You made a face at her over your shoulder. “I do too! He told me I won! That means he didn’t make it through the whole date without putting the moves on Rosie.”

“Well, I’m not convinced. He could have forfeited the whole thing. And if he did sleep with Rosie, does that change how you feel?”

“No.”

Boy, she was just getting you to admit everything. If she kept this up she’d probably squeeze your bank card information out, too. You were just too willing to spill right now. Stupid emotions!

You chewed your lower lip, a new thought coming to your mind. “How do I know I’m not manufacturing these feelings because I’m about to lose him?”

“Do you feel like these feelings are out of the blue? I mean, really admitting to yourself, Y/N. Are they new?”

She had you there. Your heart told you the answer, and you shook your head no.

“So try to find him before his date tonight then! What are you doing talking to me when you could be out landing your Mr. Right for once in your freaking life?”

“Ahhhh!” you yelled, hands flying up in the air. “I am so nervous!”

What would you even say? Hey, Bucky, good luck on your date tonight, but oh by the way, don’t go on it because I love you?

Feh!

You looked at Wanda with terror in your eyes, silently imploring for answers.

She offered you a bright, confident smile in return. “Don’t be nervous. If anyone on this planet knows just what to say to Bucky, it’s you.”

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Alone again, you got properly dressed, did your hair and makeup (but not overdoing it, you didn’t want to seem too weird), and were now pacing in front of your door, waiting for signs of life across the hall.

Wanda had disappeared right after her last pep talk, making you promise to not only stay away from alcohol tonight, but to not let Bucky out of your sight without telling him how you feel.

She told you one way or another, your relationship with Bucky was going to change, so why not make it the way you want? She had a point.

Your feet were getting tired from standing up with no breaks, but you didn’t want to miss him. Not knowing where he was or what he was up to was super weird. He hadn’t texted you yet today, either. You didn’t really go this long without talking, so something was definitely up.

Just as you were about to give up and go rummage for food, you spotted him at his door, finally, carrying a few grocery bags. Before he could disappear inside, you opened your door and stepped out, avoiding eye contact.

You had to make it seem like a coincidence.

“Y/N, hey,” Bucky spoke up from his doorway. “How are you feeling today?”

“Oh, hey Bucky! Didn’t see you there,” you fibbed. Ugh, could you sound anymore rehearsed? “I’m fine, how are you?”

“Fine.” He set the bags down just inside the door and then walked over to you, his blue eyes unreadable. “Y/N -”

“Listen, I’m sorry about last night,” you offered, interrupting him. You needed to talk first, or you’d lose the courage to speak at all. “I didn’t mean to get that drunk, and…well…“

“Why did you, though?” Bucky asked, his eyes staring into yours intently. “That’s not like you, Y/N.”

“I don’t know,” you confessed with a shrug. “Just thought it would be a salve for my personality, I guess, to help me make it through the terrible date.”

He shook his head. “This stupid wager wasn’t worth it, Y/N. Not if you put yourself at risk like that. You know I’d cook for you anyways, right?”

Your heart did that fluttery thing again. Maybe you needed to have that looked at. Between that and your stomach issues, you were a total mess.

“It’s okay, Bucky. I guess…I guess it doesn’t really matter now. You’re a winner, too, right? By the way, Nat’s excited about your date tonight. She texted me about it and thanked me again.”

Bucky frowned a little. “You know about tonight?”

“Well, like I said, she’s been mentioning you for a while now, so…” You forced a smile to your face, knowing you were chickening out. “So, she thought she’d share the news…”

“Yeah, I just…she texted and I- I guess I didn’t see a reason not to go…” Bucky’s voice trailed off, glancing down at his feet before looking up at you again.

Was he waiting for you to joke about it? You had always sort of mocked his thing for Natasha.

In the end, you didn’t have the heart to make things worse for him. If he needed you as a friend, and wanted Nat as a girlfriend, then that’s what would happen and you’d be supportive.

“I think you’ll have a great time.” You gave a firm nod, and your heart clenched a little. “Anyways, good luck tonight. See ya!”

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone a little lower. “Thanks. See you.”

In a quick retreat, you turned and headed down the stairs as fast as your legs would take you, needing to get away from Bucky, away from this entire situation.

You didn’t wanna see him bring her home later, and shut the door on your hopes for good.

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Saturday afternoon came and went, and by evening, you still didn’t want to go home. After all, Bucky’s date with Natasha probably wasn’t over.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thought and mental picture.

Longing was the worst.

Or was it pining?

No, those meant the same thing, you were pretty sure.

Either way, you hated both words.

These awful feelings ended up making you forget how to be anything but a wishful thinker. They robbed you of your ability to make good decisions, leaving behind only misery in the shell of who you used to be.

For fuck’s sake, when did you become so melodramatic? There was no way you were going to sit around all night pining for Bucky.

Instead, you spent the bulk of your day in Brooklyn, visiting the botanical gardens, then walking aimlessly to people-watch for a while.

You killed some more time by walking across the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan, then sat in a Starbucks near the office for about an hour. When you were finally out of things to do to distract yourself on short notice, you decided the coast was probably clear to return home.

By now, his choice would have been made, and you’d be safe to sneak in your apartment unnoticed.

With your mind made up, you threw away your empty coffee cup and headed for the door. You’d barely taken a step outside when you almost ran smack into a familiar person.

An all-too-familiar person, one of the last people you would expect to see anywhere but Bucky’s apartment right now, to be exact.

“Natasha?”

“Hey,” she said, a smile forming on her pretty features. “Y/N! Fancy seeing you here.”

“Yeah, you too. I assumed you’d still be with Bucky?” It was still pretty early in the evening. Dates that go well usually…end well?

Nat raised an eyebrow at you, shifting her bag closer to her body. “Why would you assume that?”

“Well, you had your date tonight, didn’t you? It’s so early…I figured…”

“You figured that I would fall into bed with him on the first date? Well, that’s sort of offensive.” She gave you a smile to show she wasn’t serious.

That miserable, crushing guilt returned anyway. “I’m sorry, Nat, I didn’t mean it like that, really. I just…in all the romance stories, movies, whatever, once the protagonist finds their true love, they usually just…get right to it.”

“And what on earth makes you think I found my true love?” Nat shook her head. “You watch too much TV or something, Y/N. Bucky’s hot, sure, and he’s really sweet. We went to a little restaurant in Brooklyn around six-thirty, but I was out of there by seven. Didn’t even eat. Bucky didn’t stop looking at his phone the whole time, and honestly, if I had to hear one more story about something you and he did together, I was going to scream.”

“Wait, what?” You blinked in confusion, moving to the side when more people started trying to get past you and Natasha on the sidewalk.

“He was totally distracted. Didn’t seem interested in me at all. I thought you said he was into me?”

“He- he was, Natasha, I don’t understand, I -” You were stuttering now, stumbling over words, because you couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“I kind of get it now, why you were trying to withhold information from me. I sort of caught the drift a while ago.” She leaned closer, eyes searching yours. “When did you realize you were in love with him?”

“I- I don’t,” you sputtered, still unable to make a complete sentence. “I’m not.”

“Recently, then? Oh, Y/N,” Natasha shook her head at you almost sympathetically. “Go home. Go talk to him. I don’t think New York City can handle much more of you two if you don’t. I’ll see you Monday.”

“See you,” you mumbled, still trying to process what she said as she flounced away down the sidewalk.

How come everyone knew you loved him before you knew?

Did Bucky know?

Your face grew hot at the thought of Bucky knowing you were pining for him while he was off sleeping with Rosie.

The walk back to Brooklyn was making you more and more nervous with each step. Natasha had said he was distracted; what if he had a different date altogether, like Rosie, and didn’t want Natasha because you’d handed her to him?

Was it a pride or ego thing? Was he trying to prove a point? Maybe he wanted to teach you a lesson?

Maybe you didn’t understand Bucky as well as everyone thought, after all.

As you got to your apartment, trudged up the steps, and went to unlock your door, there was a loud a click behind you. Bucky’s door opened; you knew the sound by now.

You shifted your bag on your shoulder and turned to look.

Bucky was standing in his doorway, eyes wide. “Y/N. Hey…where have you been all day? I’ve been looking for you.”

“I, uh…I was playing tourist. My phone’s been off. I went to the botanical gardens, and then-”

“That sounds nice,” he interrupted, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked super uncomfortable and you couldn’t blame him.

You’d made a complete mess of your friendship in just a couple of days.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“Nope.” Where was he going with this?

“C-can you…uh…Can you come over? I’m feeling pretty shitty and I don’t want to be alone.”

Ah. That sounded awfully familiar. Those were some of the same words you’d said to Wanda this morning, after realizing that Bucky was the cause of and solution to all your personal problems.

He was probably going to have The Talk with you, about how he was just not into you, and how wrong you’d been about Natasha, and then he’d drop the bomb and tell you all about his love for this mystery girl he’d been texting during his date.

It was probably Rosie.

Your stomach twisted in knots again. He had fallen for Rosie, hadn’t he?

He’d warned you - he’d suggested that maybe Rosie would be the one to make him change his ways.

What had you done?

“It’s been a rough day,” he added dejectedly, letting his hand fall to his side. “Saturdays are supposed to be better than this, right?”

Rough day? Was it realizing Nat wasn’t all he wanted? Or did something happen with Rosie?

The pain in your stomach got worse, and this time it was coupled with anxiety. That happened a lot around him anymore. “I don’t know, Bucky, I’m kind of tired, so I-“

“Please? Just for a bit. I really want to talk to my best friend.”

His pleading expression made all your protests disappear. Friends..that’s what you were, and that’s what you’d stay. As long as you didn’t lose him…

“Okay,” you agreed softly. “Just for a little bit.”

He nodded, then opened the door wider, silently inviting you inside.

You took a deep breath, then a few hesitant steps forward.

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Part 7

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