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mrsbarnesblog · 1 year ago

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i can't let you get hurt

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Summary: You have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, reader is Steve's adopted sister, mechanic Bucky, creepy behaviour, protective Bucky.

Author's note: Does anyone know if community labels are reducing the number of likes and reblogs? because my last post received a suspiciously small amount of notes🤔 but I'm afraid to remove them because Tumblr might decide to block me again

Moving to New York was the idea that has been sitting in your head for a long period of time. Since your adopted brother Steve finished high school, he moved there without any money, without friends, and only with a lot of desires and dreams. You stayed in your small town with your and Steve’s adopted parents because you were only fifteen at the time. It’s been almost five years, and right now he owns an auto repair shop, and as far as you know, it’s a pretty successful place.

You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

Steve only visited you two times, but you regularly spoke on the phone. So when your plane finally landed and you met him, you were kind of a crying mess. He was still your closest person, and you loved him with your whole heart. Steve was now much bigger, with broad shoulders and arms that were probably the same size as your head, but he still had that golden retriever energy, which you really loved.

Steve helped you find your apartment building, where you rented a small and cozy flat from a nice old lady. It wasn’t too much—just a bedroom and living room connected with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. Everything was clean, with light furniture and a lot of plants. It was actually surprising that this place had an affordable rent, and you were happy that luck was on your side.

On the next day, your brother finally showed you his famous place, which he owned with his now best friend Bucky Barnes. And talking about him, he was something else. A tall, big man with fluffy chocolate hair, stubble, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. You knew that you were fucked as soon as he looked you directly in the eyes, shook your hand, and gave you a charming smile.

You met almost everyone in the garage. All the guys were super nice and friendly, they even showed you all of their cars that they were working with. You were happy that Steve found such a family here, they were all obviously so close to each other.

Yet, after a month here, you had almost no friends. You found a job in the coffee shop down the street, where you met an amazing redhead girl named Wanda. You chatted a lot during the work, but you two were still far from friends.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

For some reason, you decided to give that stupid dating app another try. John found you there, and he seemed nice, so when on the second day he decided to invite you to a bar, you agreed without hesitation.

How long has it been since the last time someone asked you out? Year? Yes, it was a little sad to realize that no one was particularly interested in you. Before moving to New York, all the guys you talked to seemed to only want one thing, so you had high hopes for John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to make you feel dizzy, even though John was persuading you to taste more of the cocktails that he had brought you .

"You know, I think I better slow down with drinks; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don’t upset me." John chuckled and put his hand on yours. You awkwardly smiled, not ready for such physical contact. "You’re here alone, right?" He tilted his head, and you didn't miss how his eyes stopped at your boobs.

"Um, not exactly... I mean, I know like five people in this city, and one of them is my brother. But we don’t live together; he has his own life." John nodded his head and leaned a little closer to you.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?"

"Mhm." One of his hands stayed on top of yours, and the other one suddenly fell on your leg. Your body tensed at the feeling of his fingers as they started to rub the bare skin of your inner thigh. You definitely didn’t expect it to happen. "I’ll take an Uber; we’ll go to my place, and we can continue our night. What do you think?"

"I didn’t want to—I mean, that’s not what I was looking for—I thought that we were going to just talk and drink, you know…" You tried to take his hand off of you, but his grip only became harder.

"Don’t try to run away now, baby." He grinned. "You dressed up for me, huh? Your tight little dress that shows your boobs says it all. You just want me." You felt goosebumps all over your body because of his look. It was intense and not as innocent as it was before. You felt disgusted because of his words. You wanted to look good, yes, but seducing him wasn’t part of your plan.

So what are you going to do now? You felt unsafe, and you didn’t know how you could escape this situation. He was obviously a creep, and he just wanted to have sex with you. You can’t go home because either he won't let you go or he might find out where you live.

"O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You left without an answer. You really went to the restroom because the bar was half empty, and John would’ve definitely seen you going out. Luckily, the restroom was empty. You locked the door and looked at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your neighbor Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

Calling him in this situation was the last thing you wanted to do. Hell, he probably won’t even answer you because he thinks that you’re just his best friend’s little sister, and he’ll definitely make fun of you about this stupid date. But you had no other variants.

"Hello?" He picked up his phone almost immediately, and you even forgot what you wanted to say. "Y/N? Are you okay?" His deep voice was full of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"Yeah, he’s meeting with some girl he's been talking about for days. He’s probably really busy right now." He chuckled, and you felt like you were about to cry. Bucky must’ve heard your breathing change because he immediately went silent. "Doll? What happened?"

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me."

"I’m at the bar. I’m on a date with a guy named John, and he became very persistent. He wants me to go to his place, but It’s- I’m not interested in this. And I can't just leave because I’m afraid that he can follow me and find out where I live… fuck I really don’t know what to do, and I wanted to ask Steve to pick me up." Your phone stayed silent for a few moments, and you already thought that he got tired of your mess and just ended the call. "Bucky?"

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It was not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time.

"C’mon, let’s get you home, doll." He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bathroom to the bar, where you immediately saw a clearly annoyed John. You saw that Bucky looked at him too, but he stopped only when you were already on the street and when your bad date ran after you, loudly calling your name.

"Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We were supposed to go to my place! You already found someone else to fuck or what?" He yelled, grabbing your other hand at the same time. You felt Bucky quickly move you behind him while still holding your wrist.

"Don’t fucking touch her. She’s leaving, and if I ever see you near her again, I'll rip your useless hands off. Understood?" Bucky growled, straightening his body. He was obviously bigger than John, who was now less brave. John looked at you for a few seconds as he was thinking about what he should say to you, but then just turned around and left. Apparently, you weren't worth it.

You didn’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little (big) crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you couldn’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

"Bucky, no, what are you doing? You don’t have to; it’s not even that cold!" He just playfully rolled his eyes and still threw a jacket over your shoulders, leaving himself only in the tight black shirt. God, this man.

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent. The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled.

"Oh, shut up. I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I'll take care of you. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

You felt weird as soon as you sat in the passenger seat. Bucky was so close, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if it was cold outside. Where should I put my hands? Hug him? Put it behind me? You awkwardly placed it on your own legs, and Bucky must’ve immediately felt your tense body because you heard a chuckle, and the next moment he grabbed your hands and put it around his waist. "You should put it right here, doll. You don’t wanna fall, do you?"

You slightly shook your head before you placed it on his back. It was really hard to control yourself when your hands were laying on his hard press. For fuck’s sake, he should be perfect everywhere, huh?

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

You don't know how long you were driving, but when Bucky finally pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt sad and happy at the same time. The ride was something else. This man almost gave you a heart attack when you stopped at a red light and he put his hand on your bare leg and asked if you were okay.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

You knew Bucky for only one month, but it was hard not to fall for him. He was an attractive, kind, and really generous man; you knew that he was like a part of Steve's family. Sometimes, when you visited your brother and accidentally met Bucky, for a few seconds you thought that maybe he finds you attractive. You always caught him looking at you.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"Thank you, Bucky." You said when you were finally free. "For this, for the jacket... You were probably very busy, and I just ruined your night by making you take care of me. Oh my god, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to forget about one person, and I thought that going on that stupid date would be a good idea, but it seems like the only thing that men want here is sex." You chuckled and watched to the ground.

"Now listen to me, doll." Bucky suddenly stepped closer to you, and you almost fainted when both of his hands took your face and forced you to look him right in the eyes. "You shouldn’t apologize for calling me. I was just hanging out with the guys from the garage, but as soon as you called me, I left everything because I can’t let you get hurt." He nervously licked his lips, and you hope that he didn’t notice how you stared at this movement. Bucky’s hands left your face and ended up on your upper arms. Did he come closer to me? "I don’t know who you were trying to forget about, but I hope that he or she is worth your time."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you. As soon as he made a distance between you two, you body started trembling.

"Is it someone from the garage?" His head was a little bit tilted to the side, and you knew that right now he wouldn’t shut up about it until you gave him a name. "Maybe Sam? Or Thor? Many girls like him, you know. Do you like show-offs like Stark? Or…"

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do.

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

You weren't able to finish because a soft pair of lips interrupted you. One of Bucky’s hands cupped your face, lifting you up to his level, and another one laid on your waist. He was soft, warm, and gentle when his lips moved on top of yours. Your head was in the clouds, and it felt like your knees became weaker. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, completely melting into him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Your skin and your lips were so soft, he could smell your perfume and taste your sweet lip gloss. But he knew that he should stop and do it the right way. After a few seconds, he finally pulled away, but he put his forehead on yours, and it was so cozy, like you two were in a bubble.

"I’m sorry. Was this too much? I overstepped?" He licked his lips as if he were trying to get more of your taste. "I have been thinking about asking you out since the day I saw you. I wanted to do it right. To take you on a date, to be the gentleman that you deserve, and maybe get a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Sorry. I didn’t even know that you liked me." Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and you nuzzled into his neck, enjoying his scent.

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll. You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna keep you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Goodnight, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Only at home did you realize that you were still wearing his jacket. At least it was a good excuse for Bucky to see you again sooner. That night, you both ended up texting for hours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

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apothe-roses · 2 years ago

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I Wanna Ride

modern Aemond Targaryen x reader

Part 1

Summary: After finally getting your hands on a ‘dragon’, you find yourself needing help with repairs. Enter hot yet rude mechanic Aemond Targaryen

Fic contains: swearing, Aemond beings prick, I think that’s it?

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this fic for weeks and am finally ready to post it. I tried to use the right terminology, but I know fuck-all about biker culture so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope you enjoy!

“No fucking way.”

Alysanne Blackwood turns and looks at you, mouth agape. “You actually got one.” You smile back at her, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I know. I didn’t fully believe it myself til I saw her in person.” The ‘her’ in question was a beat-up white motorcycle that was currently sitting in your workshop, but this wasn’t just any old bike. No. This was a dragon. The top of the line. Even non-bikers knew a thing or two about dragons. Made by Targaryen Corp., these beauties were prized for their powerful engines, speed, and endurance. The model you picked up was a Meraxes—one of the earlier models that has since been retired.

“I never thought you’d actually pluck up the nerve to buy a bike for yourself. Much less a dragon.”

“You know I’ve always wanted to learn to ride,” you tell her.

“Yeah, but you never acted on that. Well, ‘til now,” Aly quips.

“I already know more than enough about bikes,” you assert.

“Fixing a dragon and riding one are two completely different things.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do both.”

“We’ll see,” Aly laughs. You smile back, shoving her playfully.

That had been six months ago. You were so close to being ready, but you'd hit a roadblock in her repairs. No matter what, you just couldn't get the transmission to run the way you wanted it to.

"If you stare at that engine for much longer, it's gonna burst into flames," Alysanne muses. You look over your shoulder and shoot her a glare. She only giggles at you, hopping off the workbench she was sitting on.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with needing help every once in a while," she says.

“I know,” you sigh back. “It’s just…”

“Too stubborn to admit defeat?” she teases.

“No!” you answer back a little too quickly.

“Maybe,” you mutter, turning your gaze towards the floor. “It’s also the money.” Mechanics who worked on older bikes were hard to come by in your area, and the ones that were in the area charged an arm and a leg for their services.

"Listen, I know just the place for you to go. There’s this one place Cregan loves to frequent. He swears up and down they're the best in town. I’ve met the owners several times, and they’re trustworthy. One of them even specializes in older bikes like this gal right here," she pats one of Meraxes's handlebars. That piques your interest. You knew Aly’s boyfriend was a man of his work, so this place must be good if he says so.

“And will this specialist leave me up to my ears in debt?”

“They’re pretty far when it comes to prices for service. Plus, you can always come to me if you’re short a few bucks,” Aly replies, going to grab her phone. You grimace at the thought. You love Aly and appreciate her generosity, but you don’t like the idea of inconveniencing herself to help you (even if she comes from a rich family). Aly walked back over to you, phone in hand.

“Do you want your bike fixed, or are you gonna stay stuck at a dead end for who knows how long?”

You look at her phone, open to the Contacts app, then back at your bike. You let out a sigh.

“What’s the name?”

That's how you found yourself pulling up to Green Auto Shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s pickup truck, your precious Meraxes securely tied down in the back. It was a rather unassuming garage located not far from Blackwater Bay. Alysanne looks over at you from the driver’s seat. "Don't judge a book by its cover," she says, undoing her seatbelt and opening her door.

You scramble to follow her as she walks confidently into one of the garages. You see a pair of legs sticking out from beneath an old car. Music blares in the background mixed with the sound of metal on metal.

"Egg," Aly shouts over the ruckus. "You've got company." The man working under the car slides out, giving Aly a bright smile. You can't help but gape as Aegon fucking Targaryen walks over to greet the two of you. You've heard and seen a lot about the eldest son of Viserys Targaryen. He has quite the reputation for drinking and partying, but the Sunfyre—a model he masterminded—is one of the company's most popular. In all the photos you've seen of him, he always looked sullen and hungover, a far cry from the relaxed and cheerful man before you.

"Aye, it's Cregan's girl, "he greets, wiping his hands off on a dirty rag. His gaze shifts to you, giving a quick once-over. “And who is this?” He asks flirtatiously while sauntering over to you. “Hi, I’m Aegon,” he holds a mostly clean hand out.

“She’s my friend,” Alysanne replies, pushing her way between the two of you. “And she’s here to see your brother, not you. She’s having trouble with her bike and could really use his help.”

Aegon pouts and puts his hand over his heart. “You don’t trust me, Aly? I’m wounded.” He rubs his hands together, walking out to the pickup. “Now let’s see what my little bro’s got to work with.” Without waiting for permission, he hops into the truck bed and whistles at the bike.

“Never thought I’d see a Meraxes in person again. Aem’s gonna have a field day with this beauty.” Aly grabs his pant leg and gives it a tug. “Off,” she orders. He hops back onto the pavement, his hands raised in mock surrender.

“Where is your cryptid brother? It feels like he’s never here,” Aly asks.

“You just missed him. He went to grab lunch,” Aegon responds. “He’ll be gone a while, but we can talk pricing in the office?” He leads the two of you back into the garage, to a small office off to the side. As you feared, the service would be quite expensive, but Aegon set you up with a payment plan. That put you at ease a bit. You’re also worried about the fact that you haven’t met the person who will actually be working on your bike. You voice your concerns to Aly over burgers that evening.

“Aemond isn’t…the best with people, but what he lacks in people skills he makes up for in his work. Cregan claims he’s a miracle worker after he fixed his Direwolf following a gnarly crash,” Aly reaches across the table and gives your hand a squeeze. “Trust me, your baby’s in good hands.”

About a week later, you borrow Aly’s truck to swing by the garage and check on your bike. One of the doors was up, but Aegon was nowhere to be found. You wondered if he left the garage open by mistake, but you could hear noises coming from in the garage.

You tentatively walk to the entrance and peek inside. Your Meraxes was propped in the bay where you’d left it. Someone was kneeling in front of it, clearly at work. His back was turned, so all you could see was his back and the long, silver hair pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck.

So this must be the elusive Aemond. You knew significantly less about him than you did his other siblings. Him attending public events was rare, and taking photos at said events was rarer.

Cryptid indeed.

You take a tentative step into the garage. He doesn’t notice you approaching, completely engrossed by the bike.

“Um, hello,” you say shyly. He goes rigid, the wrench falling from his grasp. He turns to look at you, and your brain shuts down. You fully expected some kind of Quasimodo-looking guy based on how everyone described Aemond. But this man looked like a Greek statue come to life.

From his nose to his cheekbones to even his lips, he was all sharp angles. One of his eyes was covered by a simple black path. The other was a soft blue, almost periwinkle. The coveralls he’s wearing are unzipped down to his navel, showing the dirty white singlet underneath.

“Can I help you?” He asks briskly, rising to his feet and snapping you out of your daze.

You’re taken aback by his bluntness, a far cry from Aegon’s relaxed demeanor.

“Yeah…I’m here to pick up my bike,” you reply, indicating to the bike behind him.

He gives you a small ‘hmm’ and grabs a rag to wipe his hands. Your gaze is drawn to his long, elegant fingers and the prominent veins that trail down from his arms.

“Your transmission clip was loose,” he explains curtly. “Had to replace it.”

He walks over to the bike, swings a leg over, and starts her up. The engine revs without a problem.

“Crazy how something so small can cause such a large problem,” you say. He once again doesn’t respond, only kills the engine and moves away from the bike. An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you.

“Sooo…how many of these older bikes do you usually—“

“I need to get back to work. You can talk to Aegon about payment and such. He’s in the back,” Aemond interjects, turning and walking away from you. Your mouth falls open, eyebrows raised.

“O-okay. I was just trying to make conversation,” you mutter.

“Well, I Don’t have time to ‘make conversation.’ I’ve got work to do,” he replies, back turned.

“Apparently, you Don’t have time for manners either,” you snap back.

Aemond turns to you. “Excuse m-“

“Hey! What’s going on?” Aegon rushes in from a back room. He smiles, but his eyes glance nervously between the two of you. “I see you’ve met my brother.” Aemond casts his gaze towards the ground, giving yet another ‘hmm.’

Unfortunately, you want to tell him. Instead you say, “I can give you the first payment now.”

“Awesome! Let’s handle that in the office, shall we?” Aegon asks, ushering you away without waiting for a response. Not that you needed to give one; you were more than eager to get away from Aegon’s rude brother. You pay Aegon, then the two of you head back into the garage. Aemond is nowhere to be found. Busy my ass, you think, trying not to grimace.

Together, you and Aegon load your Meraxes into the bed of the pickup. When you're done, you both lean against the side. Aegon turns his head to look at you.

“Sorry ‘bout Aemond. He’s not…the best with people. But he’s wicked good at what he does. This shop wouldn’t be running without him.”

You don’t say anything, only giving a small nod in response.

“Hey, if you’re free this weekend, there’s a meet going on near Visenya’s hill. You should come. It’ll be fun,” he explains with a small smile.”Ask Aly about it. She should know all the details.”

“Alright,” you tell him. “I’ll be there.”

Next Part

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inmyicyworld · 2 years ago

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I can't let you get hurt

Bucky Barnes x Reader (brother’s best friend AU)

Summary: you have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, reader is Steve’s adopted sister, creepy John Walker, John is commenting reader's clothes, Bucky is a big softie, protective Bucky, idiots in love, fluff.

Author’s note: I’ve wanted to finally start writing for a long time. so I decided to share my thoughts and dreams about this man (aka my husband). English is not my first language and I’m really sorry if you find any mistakes. it’s my first attempt to trying to write in English so I hope it’s not that bad.

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You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to take a toll on your head, even though John was pushing you hard with the new drink he brought you.

"You know, I think I better slow down with cocktails; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?"

"O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your two neighbors, Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me."

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It’s not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time.

You don’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little, big crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you can’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled.

"Oh, shut up; I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I won't let you get hurt. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you.

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do.

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. "I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll." You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna save you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Night, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky fic #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky x y/n

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mixtape-racha · 2 years ago

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter seven: subtlety, you should look it up

words: 2.40k // warnings: graphic character deaths

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 003

beep beep. beep beep. beep beep.

blearily opening his eyes, chan quickly silenced the early morning alarm on his phone. whoever decided football practice had to be at the ass-crack of dawn had some explaining to do, because there was no need for this. especially on a fucking monday.

and did they really need to keep on the daily morning practices? the season was over, and there weren't even any friendly games until the fall semester. it was so stupid.

but still, he persisted. routine was something that chan really thrived on, and he wasn’t about to change that now. he’d get up, have a pre-workout shake, go to practice, meet changbin at the gym, come home and shower, then get ready for his day. which is exactly why he opted for all afternoon classes - it allowed him enough time to do what he needed to do in the morning, without feeding too far into the day.

he was glad he pre-prepared his shake the previous night, because it was taking all his effort to not climb back into bed this morning. grabbing his usual, stocked gym bag, he was quick to throw on some sweats and a hoodie before heading down to the football field - which luckily was only 5 minutes away from his dorm room.

as usual, practice sucked. running laps of the field, 1 step run ups, dribbling and passing drills. why did they need to go over this so much? they were the best team in the state, this was kiddy shit to them. by the time they had finished - the coach had overrun the scheduled time, as usual - he only had about 10 minutes to get to the other side of campus to meet changbin at the gym.

why he also agreed to gym sessions three times a week with their local gym rat was beyond him. like, he did enjoy it, of course. the dopamine release was definitely needed, and he loved staying healthy and taking care of himself. but maybe jeongin was right… maybe he did overwork himself beyond repair. he was only 23, so he should give himself a break sometime. maybe over summer, while all his friends were traveling the globe, he’d check himself into a spa retreat. just chill for a while.

miraculously, he managed to reach the gym just as changbin was pulling up in the car park, and he rushed over to meet his friend. changbin had bought felix and jisung today, the pair wanting to get into working out and knowing changbin - along with his gym buddy in chan - was the best person to come to.

the four spent a good hour and a half working out, mainly focusing on chest and back as chan had already had enough leg workouts for the day. it was nice having a fresh pair of eyes to critique his posture, and he thoroughly enjoyed spotting for someone else other than changbin. the shorter man was too stubborn, and too much of a perfectionist in the gym for chan’s liking.

when they finally left, chan politely declined changbin’s offer of a ride back to the dorm - he and jisung were headed out instead of home so chan didn’t see the need for them to go out of their way. anyway, he liked his quiet walks through campus. he had a good few hours until his first class, so he could take as long as he wanted to complete the 5 minute walk back to his apartment.

shoving his headphones in, he began blaring music and swiped up his notes app to sort out some form of to-do list for himself. chan thrived on routine and to-do lists, the satisfaction of crossing a task off overwhelming great to him. realistically, all he needed to do was shower and organize his bookbag, but he figured he may as well do some housework and laundry as he had extra time. he hoped his roommates would appreciate it.

when he eventually got home (he wasn’t sure how he managed to triple the length of his walk), he kicked his shoes off and got to work on cleaning the apartment. there was no point showering before he cleaned if he’d just get tired and sweaty again.

honestly, he enjoyed cleaning. he was an avid believer of ‘clear space, clear mind’, and being a music production major meant he was working at home on new songs a lot. also, having his friends stay over for a few days meant more cleaning than usual. he loved his friends - his small, chosen family - he really did. but refreshing his home and spring cleaning after they’d left brought him as much joy as having them around did.

after spending a hour blasting his monthly playlist and cleaning, he headed to his room to shower. he left his phone on charge next to his bed, on loud in case anyone needed to contact him, and reveled in the way the hot water loosened the ache in his muscles.

honestly, it took everything in him not to climb back into bed after his shower - curl up under his blankets, stick on a dumb movie and eat the leftover pizza in the fridge. the outside world was just too much at the moment, and it was when he was alone - times like these - where he was glad to have a moment to himself and regroup his thoughts.

in fact, fuck it, he thought. why not take a day to himself? he was sure the faculty and staff would understand, given the state of woodsboro at the current time. what was stopping him? so, he pulled out his laptop and emailed all his professors for the day, saying he was taking a respite day. he really cared about his academic performance, and taking such a rest day to reset would allow him to regroup and provide his best work later in the week.

it felt safe, in his cocoon of blankets and throw pillows. it felt like home. literally nothing could make it better. just him, and the silence of his apartment to lull him into a deep sleep that he so desperately needed. surely, just an hours nap would be okay? surely, nothing bad could happen, right?

…………………………

chan awoke with a start at the sound of his phone going off. fuck… it was gettin dark out, how long had he been asleep? what the fuck was the time? shit…. he was going to be late to meet jeongin. they had plans tonight - obviously, ending up back at jeongin’s dorm in his bed - but plans nonetheless.

regardless of their status as temporary lovers, chan felt awful for leaving his friend waiting. he had to call jeongin and get to their spot as quick as he could.

he stumbled around his room, pulling on the first outfit he found and quickly spraying some deodorant and body spray. his phone was still on his desk, on loud-speaker as he attempted to call the younger boy for the third time in a row. why was it going straight to voicemail? was jeongin that mad at him? for fuck’s sake, why was everything going wrong lately?

it was only when his phone dinged, indicating that he had received a text, that chan stopped and actually paid attention to his surroundings. he rushed over to his phone, clicking on the notification like it was his last lifeline.

hey chris <3 it’s jeongin, my phone died :( headed to our spot now, see you there!

a sigh of relief left chan’s lips. jeongin wasn’t mad, thank fuck. he finished his classes around this time (depending if they overran), so using a classmates phone to text him wasn’t out of the ordinary. at least he hadn’t fucked up majorly, he could make it there in time and make things right.

shoving his phone, keys and wallet in his pocket, he rushed to get his shoes on and out the door. he was a man of morals - if he made an obligation, you knew damn well he was going to go through with it. and it wasn’t a far walk to the wooded area they met at, just a couple of minutes past the back of the football field.

he hoped he’d make it there before jeongin, his usual slow walk turning into an almost jog with his nerves of things going wrong again. he couldn’t deny he was kind of a pessimist about these things, but given the state of the town at the moment he felt he was rightly anxious about anything and everything.

surprisingly, he managed to get there in a record 4 minutes, carefully treading over fallen branches and sticky piles of leaves to the picnic bench that was hidden behind all the forestation.

he sat for a few minutes, enjoying the sounds of the birds and nature around him, before he pulled out his phone to play a few games. jeongin would be there soon, he knew it. after a while his phone got boring, so he placed it on the bench and found himself slumped against the seat in his impatient waiting game.

when his phone beeped again, he’d never picked it up quicker. maybe jeongin had gone back to his dorm to charge his phone for a minute, and this was him letting chan know. maybe he had to cancel?

he pulled the notification up, his blood running cold as he read the message.

oh poor, sweet christopher. you really are gullible, you know that? sorry you can’t say goodbye to your boy toy - 👻

was this how (y/n) felt when she received her anonymous text? was he going to be the next victim? not if he had a say about it. with his phone gripped in his palm, he took off running back towards the football field, nothing on his brain except getting back to his dorm safely.

he truly thought he might make it too, the lights of the campus in the distance giving his warm heart some hope, until…

until.

a bang rang out behind him, and before he could even contemplate what it may be, he felt a burning pain in his calf. it was agonizing, and he couldn’t stop himself from collapsing onto the floor. looking down, he saw a pool of blood around his leg. fuck, had he been shot?

the pain was unlike anything he’d ever felt, tears brimming in his eyes as he tried to force himself up and keep going. this couldn’t be how he went, he had so much left to do with his life. he shakily unlocked his phone, the anonymous messages popping up again before he swiped away to pull up the emergency number.

maybe if he called the police quick enough, he’d get help. he couldn’t hear anyone around him, although he couldn’t bring himself to turn his head to look and check.

but with the blood covered his palms, and the shake of his body, he couldn’t get his phone to cooperate with him. with a groan, he looked around and instantly regretted it.

there were two people covered in cloaks and ghost masks approaching him, one brandishing a shiny kitchen knife, and the other holding the gun he assumed caused the damage to his leg.

fuck. this was it, wasn’t it? chan wasn’t one to give up, but even he knew when giving in would be easier than fighting. maybe if he didn’t give them what they wanted by screaming and running away, they’d show mercy. maybe he could reverse-psychology his way out of it.

was that stupid? maybe, but all he could do was try. he’d try anything at this point.

one of the figures grabbed his injured leg, the force forcing him onto his back as they began dragging him back towards the wooded area. his nails dug into the grass, gripping onto anything to avoid going back those dreaded trees, but also because the pain of the fingers around his wound was too much to bare.

with all the remaining strength he wasn’t using to refrain from passing out, he kicked his other leg out, successfully landing a strong kick to the abdomen of the figure dragging him. ignoring the groan of pain, he forced himself onto his feet and ran as fast as his injured leg would carry him.

clearly, if wasn’t fast enough as before he’d even taken 5 steps, the other figure grabbed him by his hair, the strain on his scalp causing him to yelp as his head flew back. his legs gave way underneath him, the grip on his hair tightening as if to keep him up.

he heard the blade of the knife whip through the summer air before he felt it slash the skin across his back, gritting his teeth in a refusal to show the attackers the pain they were inflicting.

he allowed them to continue their assault, given he didn’t have much of a choice, the blade penetrating his skin more times than he could count, the butt of the pistol being used to spread bruises and cuts across his face. his vision was getting blurry, the pain becoming a big ball of fire spread across his body, and he sobbed. what did he do to deserve this?

he was kind of relieved when they pulled away, part of him deep down hoping someone had seen the attack and was coming to help, but it never came. instead, he heard a call of his name across the field, before another gunshot ran out.

he put all his energy into tilting his head, sick pooling in his mouth as he looked just in time to see jeongin - his jeongin - collapse to the floor. the fuckers had shot him. this would kill his friends, losing both of them in one night.

the pain was overwhelming, and he couldn’t look anymore. his eyes squeezed shut, and another sob wracked his body. this really was it, wasn’t it? no goodbyes, no mercy, just him dead in this field after being murdered in cold blood.

a boot pushed his head into the ground as he heard a deep chuckle - unnervingly familiar - before he felt the barrel of the gun pressed against his neck. he took a deep breath preparing himself for the nothingness he’d fall into, before a third and final gunshot rung out across the empty field.

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skruzdelynas · 4 months ago

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What is your nickname?

When is your birthday?

What was your longest relationship?

What is your favorite book?

What is something you're insecure about?

5 Male celebrity crushes

5 Female celebrity crushes

What is your dream job?

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

How do you de-stress?

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Describe yourself in one sentence.

What do you think makes you attractive?

What is something you're really good at?

What is something you're really bad at?

A time that you told a lie.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

Who knows you the best?

What is your most prized possession?

What is your longest friendship?

When did you first feel like an adult?

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

How are you feeling right now?

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Favorite song lyrics right now?

What does self care look like for you?

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

What makes you nervous?

What’s a pet peeve you have?

What will always make you cry?

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Free Pass! (Ask any question you want that's not on the list)

What is your nickname? - no real nickname, every name feels somehow wrong

What was your longest relationship? - maybe 2 years (on and off), but the longest without interruption 1,6 years

What is your favorite book? - maybe dostojevski - Преступление и наказание (crime and punishment), nostalgic

What is something you're insecure about? - too masc

5 Male/female celebrity crushes - never had any

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment? - I learnt lithuanian

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe? - I really don't know

What were your highs and lows for this last month? - low probably in the beginning of december, high the last few days

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr? - Signal, FireFox

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit? - if I were forced to, then Lithuania

How do you de-stress? - excersise, being in a dark room, selfharm, breathing, eating

What do you think makes you attractive? - I'm trans /j (I don't know)

What is something you're really good at? - everything is mediocre, but probably drawing? Maaybe languages

What is something you're really bad at? - Hmm repairing cars, never did it, I don't even have one

A time that you told a lie. - That I'm talking to someone right now because I didn't want my parents to go into my room

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know? - Lithuanian internet slang sometimes uses russian words that are written with an x altough they are pronounced as h (has something to do with cyrillic letters)

Who knows you the best? - girlfriend

What is your most prized possession? - maybe my laptop

What is your longest friendship? - on and off, but maybe 5 years

Do you/ Have you played any sports? - No

Favorite song lyrics right now? - dj nevykele - zdrw dar kartą

What does self care look like for you? - Drinking enough, vitamins, showers

What makes you nervous? - triggers, piercings

What will always make you cry? - I don't think there is such a thing

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people? - maybe mean or insecure

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago

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WIBTA if I gave my sister's concert ticket to her ex boyfriend and make her pay for it? NSFW warning

I (24 cis female) and my younger sister (19 cis female) have tickets for a concert we both really like. Sister and i have been saving up for a while as tickets are a little pricey where we live. I bought the tickets in my name but my sister paid half for hers. we have two cars in the family. One for my dad (50s cis male) and one for us for college. Last weekend my sister asked if she could borrow my car for a few days as she was going to be in the next city over for a party with her friends and boyfriend. I said sure because I knew I would be at home all weekend. i got a call on sunday morning from my sister's boyfriend (21 cis male) saying that I needed to come and pick her up because he was done with her. apparently over that weekend not only had she driven the car off of the road and had just left it there (nobody was injured, thank god) but had also hooked up with her boyfriend's best friend (20 cis male). Dad and i went to pick her up and she looked so proud of herself. When i asked her about what she had done she just said "well you did worse than me at this age. i should be able to have some fun. it's not like i completely wrecked the car." like zero fucking remorse whatsoever. getting the car towed and checked out cost more than i would like to admit. we're without a car for a good few weeks. my sister refused to even pay for some of the repairs because "it's not technically my car., you bought it." she had been blasting her ex on social media too, making memes and tiktoks poking fun at him. I told her if that wa.s the attitude she wanted to have, then the concert ticket "wasn't technically hers either" because i bought the tickets. i reached out to her boyfriend to check on him as we had been close before this and he was not doing well. I asked him if he wanted to come to the concert with me to try and cheer him up and take his mind off of things bc I know he was a fan too. he sounded really excited and told me he'd get back to me. well my sister found out that I was going to give her ticket to her ex and she lost her shit. she started screaming and crying that i was her sister and i should take her side and support her no matter what. she told me she never judged me when i contracted an STI last year and never went to my boyfriend telling him about it or offering him support. I told her she was being a bitch and she needs to grow up, and that she can reimburse me for the full ticket if she is that bothered about it. I sent a cashapp request for the full price of the ticket multiple times but she has since blocked me on the app and is refusing to talk to me. WIBTA if i do give him the ticket?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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stormbearstudios · 21 days ago

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Simple Steps For Taking Better Photos: New Rules

This isn't a guide on which camera to get or philosophies (arguments) on film stocks. The best camera you have to learn on is the one you have in your hand and for most people, that is a smartphone. You are doing great!

I have divided the class up across several posts to make it more digestible and to allow for more photo examples.

Here are the chapters:

Bokeh

Point Of View

People

Composition

Landscapes

Wildlife

Still Lifes

Street Photography

Documentary

Filters (optical & digital)

Phone Apps

The Fine Art Of Black & White

New Rules

This is kind of a mosh pit of different little rules that can have a great impact on your photographic art.

Seriously, if you see something cool, take a picture. Don't say "I'll get it on the way home" or "I'll plan another trip." Nope, you take the photo then and there.

Here are some examples of why would should snap it when you see it.

This is a real road sign in California. The road that goes through Kern Canyon in Kern County is very narrow with steep sides. And for whatever reason, cows graze on these steep canyon slopes. Well, sometimes a cow will fall and go splat on the roadway. No joke.

It is amazing what you can find in the Mojave Desert. This was an abandoned car left on the side of Highway 395, south of Mojave. Someone took the time to set it on fire and then tagged it with grafitti. The car was gone within a week. I snagged a great photo because I stopped when I did.

This is the best example I have of why you should snap when you can. I happened upon these wooden sculptures just standing in this field in the middle of nowhere in the Sequoia National Forest. These pieces of art are no longer there because they succumbed to a wildfire the next year. My next trip to Sequoia would have been too late.

Then there is this thing.

WWII tank.

On the side of the road.

In the fog.

In McMinnville, Oregon.

By the next day, the fog was gone along with the tank.

Dark clouds in the background with a brightly lit object in the foreground is always a winning shot. Instant WOW photo!

Thunderstorm over Lake Isabella, California.

Fierce storm rolling over the Sierra Nevada mountains, north of the Manzanar Japanese Internment Camp Historical National Monument cemetery.

This was my ride for most of the summer that year. We got down just in time for this monster storm to blow through.

See dark clouds? Time to whip out the camera. Every time. Unless it has a tornado attached to it. Yeah, run the other direction for those things.

Always believe in yourself. Photography mainly is an artform for YOU. Yeah, it might be cool for others to appreciate it, but photography is a gift for YOU to use as YOU see fit. To benefit YOU first.

Here are some photos that I have sold and I have no idea why anyone ever bought a copy.

I used to repair aircraft as a day job and this airplane had a fuel leak. So I took a photo and sent it to the owner to show him the leak. And yes, someone bought this from Adobe Stock.

I sold this to a climate scientist who wanted to use it for a science conference he was presenting at.

This image of Lake Powell was licensed for use in the book, "America From The Air." Here is a secret, it was a 3 megapixel image.

Lastly, I sold this to a gay newspaper in Los Angeles.

None of these are that exceptional, but they all found a home.

Remember, you are gonna do great.

I hope this series helps in some way. Drop me a message if you got something out of it or want to show off your latest creation.

Storm Bear

Go back to the beginning.

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An interesting exercise

I went through an interesting exercise this morning (and I do this more or less every month and so should you). I have an inexpensive account book, good old paper and pencil type, and every month I track everything I spend each day. You might be surprised that I don't have a budget nor a budget app. I don't get along with those things and because I have trained myself to purchase only what I need, I really don't need it. When you budget $200 every month for dining out, you are guaranteed to spend at least $200 and probably more, so my question is for just about everything, "Do I actually need this?" In this way (because most often the answer is no, especially when you first start asking yourself that question), if I do want to go out occasionally, I can always afford it. And we never spend tons when we go out anyway. Frugality is a lifestyle, not a life sentence. In my expense book I have an income column, a personal column, and a shared column. That's all....because it is a tracker, not a budget. The first column is obvious but also I drop into it not just my pension and side job pay (I am retired), but any government rebates (we get a few of those in Canada if we are low-income), and also anything like a Christmas bonus from the side-job. That sort of stuff; stuff which is counted as earned or bonus income. The second column, personal, is for MY expenses, things which only I use (my vitamins, my hand lotion, my digital newspaper subscription, my charitable donation), as opposed to the shared column which is for expenses my son (my roommate!) and I share like the rent, utilities, tenant insurance, groceries etc. What I will often do is pay for the groceries myself because I am the one with the car (which is MY personal expense) and then at the end of the month I tally all those shared expenses and halve them, then I "send him the bill" ha ha! He then he e-transfers the amount and we start the next month. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. When you do this faithfully for a month you really start to see where your money goes and it can be scary! You can set it up anyway you want, let's say a column for housing (rent/mortgage, utilities, repairs, insurance, and what not), for your transportation (bus, or car, and maintenance expenses, insurance, etc), for your groceries (think weekly food and toiletries), gifts (I have 4 kids and 6 grandkids, so yeah, it is kind of an expense, lol), and personal stuff (clothing, make-up, other stuff you buy occasionally though not weekly). You know what is best for you, but don't make it too detailed at first or you will drive yourself crazy! If you have a lot of debts tracking the debt vs the interest on the debt might just give you an eye opener as to how much debt costs. Just block it into a few categories and then track. You will find that certain columns don't vary much like housing and transportation, but your weekly groceries and that other occasional stuff may vary wildly. At the end of the month you tally your income against your expenses and maybe you are pleased or maybe you are scared stiff! Your expenses can be re-tallied as needed vs not so much needed and you may get an eye-opener! My point in all this is that your income must always be over or equal to your outgoing expenses otherwise you are going into debt. You MUST live within your means or you are going into debt. You really do have to have some savings for emergencies or you will go into debt. Sharing expenses, reducing expenses, getting more income, whatever it is you need to do, must be done. Sometimes little changes are needed, sometimes a HUGE lifestyle change is needed, even selling a home which is far too expensive for you to maintain. It takes a lot of courage to face the reality of your circumstances, but face them we must, and it can all start with the courage of setting up a little account book where you track what you spend. You can do this!

#low-income #budget #tracking your spending #debt #money management

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