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flightsoffandom · 4 years ago

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Second Date

Pairs: Aaron Hotchner x Reader (Future SugarDaddy!Hotch x SugarBaby!Reader)

Words: 4548

Summary: It’s time for you and Aaron to have a second date. After having to reschedule a few times finally Aaron has time to meet up with you.

Warnings: None??

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. Finally figured out the name of the whole Series, “Unconventional”. This took a lot longer than I planned, my brain just hasn't been working great whenever I want to sit down and write.

A Continuation of Unconventional -- Peer Pressure -- Second Date*

Aaron was true to his word and called you within a day or two of your first date. You both planned where you would meet for your second outing. However, fate had other plans because Aaron ended up calling a few hours before the date to tell you he had to work. This pattern repeated for about two weeks. You weren’t sure what Aaron did for a living. He never mentioned it. While you could look him up online in the modern age, you didn’t feel right about doing that. Clearly, it was something that kept Aaron extremely busy. You were a bit disappointed, sure, but you understood and weren’t upset about it. Aaron seemed more annoyed about it then you were. He was overly apologetic. You tried to ease his mind and reassure him that it was okay, but he didn’t exactly listen to you.

You were sitting in your apartment, bouncing between filling out job applications and scholarship paperwork. Lying on your couch, half lounging with your laptop resting on your legs. You were filling out both physical and digital versions of the applications. In between filling out forms, you allowed yourself to ‘relax’ by looking over your bank account and other finances. You had the tv on for background noise. You were hyper-focused on the task at hand. So you almost didn’t realize your phone was ringing right away. After a few rings, you muted the tv to figure out if it was coming from the television or not. When you heard it was actually your phone, you scrambled to grab it. You didn’t even look at who was calling before picking up, “Hello?” You heard some car noises before the caller speaks, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Hearing Aaron’s voice made you smile. You chuckle, “Nah, I just thought the ringing was from the tv. I’m just sitting around.” Aaron lets out a relieved sigh, “Good.” There was a pause and the sound of a car door closing, “Are you free tonight?” You sit up, “I am. I just need some time to change clothes. Then I can meet you wherever.” Aaron chuckles, “Actually, I’m coming to you.” You hear a knock on the door. Jumping up off the couch, you hold your phone to your ear as you hurriedly put your laptop on the dining room table before going to the door.

You open the door to see Aaron standing there. You smile, “Hey.” You hear your voice echo between your two phones, causing you to hang up. You stand there for a moment before realizing that you were basically wearing your pajamas. You blush and move to the side to let Aaron into your apartment, “If we are going anywhere, I will need to change.” You rub the back of your neck. Aaron’s face looked softer than usual, “I didn’t have any plans. I came straight from work.” After Aaron walks in, you close the door and lock it behind him. When you turn around Aaron has an almost guilty look on his face, “I was going to bring flowers or something as an apology for all the canceled dates, but I didn't know if you had allergies. I figured I would make it up to you by coming over tonight. Since I have time… I am sorry about all the canceled plans, by the way.” Aaron looked even more guilty now. You couldn't help but smile at his mixture of nervousness and sweetness, "It's okay. I promise." Aaron opens his mouth, and you just know that he is about to apologize again. So instead, you interrupt him, "Have you eaten yet?" Aaron shakes his head, "I haven't." You give a small nod before turning into the kitchen, "Me either. Let's see what I can scrounge up." Starting to go through the cabinets.

While you were looking for some food to make, you saw Aaron looking around your apartment. He was very polite about it, so you wouldn't call it snooping. You went to look through the fridge and see what you had. Aaron commented, “Are these your finances?” You shoot up, hitting your head on the refrigerator as you stand up. You winced and rubbed the back of your head, looking over at him. Aaron was already sitting in front of your laptop. A severe expression had set back into his face. He crossed his arms as he looked it over. You bit at your lip. Aaron looked over at you inquisitively. Usually, you probably would have stopped him, but you supposed this was why you got involved with him, to begin with. You sucked it up and replied, “Yeah, it is.” You went back to digging through the fridge. Not having a whole lot to choose from didn't help you make a decision. It also didn't help that you were nervous about what Aaron thought of your spending habits and financial situation.

After looking through your fridge and every cabinet twice, you finally break. You speak, abruptly disturbing the silence, “Can you stop sitting over there judging me?” Quickly you walk over and sit in the chair next to him, trying to obscure the screen in any way. Aaron’s brows were already knit together, looking much too serious for your taste. He keeps the laptop in place and looks at you, “I’m not judging you.” You whine and start childishly blocking the screen with your hands, “I could feel the judgment all the way in the kitchen.” Aaron’s firm grasp on your computer doesn't allow much leeway, and with your hands not blocking enough of the screen, you just huff, “This is supposed to be a date, right? And you're sitting over here looking like an accountant.” Aaron’s stern demeanor breaks as a smirk slides onto his face. You can already feel your nerves dissipating. He shakes his head at you, “This is a date, yes.” The smirk slides off his face, but his face stays softer than before, “I think this is a fairly important conversation we need to have.” You glare at him half-heartedly, knowing he was right.

You hum softly, “Do you have normal clothes to change into? That would make this feel a lot less official.” Aaron nods, “I have a bag of clothes in my car.” You perk up, “Perfect.” Standing up, you start gently nudging him, “Go get your bag, and you can change in here.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, “Don’t try to hide that before I get back.” He was pointing to your laptop, his tone had more authority in it than normal. Even if that had been your plan, it definitely wasn't anymore. You give a quick nod to show that you understand, followed by a smile. Aaron gets up and heads out temporarily. You let him out and then proceed to wait right by the door for him to get back. It doesn't take him long to return. When you let Aaron back into your apartment, you see a very official-looking duffle bag in his hand. You smile and motion him to your bedroom, “Feel free to change in there.” Aaron offers a slight smile before closing himself into your bedroom.

You froze the second the door closed. Trying to think for a moment if you had anything embarrassing lying around in your room. There was probably a semi-tamed pile of dirty laundry, a bunch of school books scattered about, and maybe some applications for things. Other than that, you couldn't think of anything too awkward out in the open. Feeling more at ease allowed you to focus back on finding something to eat. Even with your mind cleared of some anxiety, you couldn't find anything that would be good for dinner. You resort to ordering some food for both of you. You weren't sure what Aaron would like, so you waited for him to finish changing. As you wait, you grab your laptop and sit on the couch. Staring at the numbers on the screen, maybe Aaron was hardcore judging your spending habits. You had to admit they weren't the best, but you really tried to stick to a budget. When you heard your bedroom door open, your attention was immediately drawn to it.

You saw Aaron in a very comfy looking polo-shirt and jeans. He looked good like that, and he even seemed more relaxed. A smile spreads across your face when you see Aaron. He looks over at you, “Better?” You give an excited nod. Maybe a bit too enthusiastic, but luckily it seems to make Aaron smile. You look him over again before asking, “Why do you wear suits all the time? And why was there a bag of clothes in your car?” Aaron walks over to the couch and doesn't quite sit down yet. He makes an almost confused face, “You don’t know where I work?” The look he gave you made you feel like you should know the answer. You started worrying that he had mentioned it before, and you didn't remember. You rub the back of your neck, nervously, “N...No. Should I?” You start to overthink things and look up at him with apologetic eyes, “I’m sorry if you brought it up before.” Aaron study’s your face for a moment, crossing his arms, “But you meet Rossi. So, you know what he does for a living.” You felt like he was evaluating you on something. You didn't know the right answer, “I only met him once... I think I have one of his books somewhere. All I know is that he is an author that used to work in law enforcement of some kind… but he is retired, right?” You try to figure out if these answers were what Aaron was looking for, but he was practically unreadable. You swallow hard and look up at him, trying to figure out why he seemed equally attractive and intimidating in both a polo-shirt and a suit.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t look him or myself up?” You fiddle with the edges of your laptop, “I knew David was famous and took a risk that I could trust him. Looking you up feels like cheating, though.” You break eye contact with him, “I mean… We are supposed to be going on dates and learning about each other that way.” You heard Aaron let out a soft sigh, “Would you mind if I only answered part of your question then?” His voice was much softer than it was just moments ago. You look back over to him and nod. Aaron looks down at you with a bit of uncertainty, “I need a bag of clothes for work.” He finally unfolds his arms and takes a seat next to you on the couch, “I would rather not talk about my job though.” Aaron pauses before adding, “I don’t want to think about it when I’m with you.” This time he seems a bit unsure of his last sentence. Aaron cleared his throat, trying to move on from what he just said. You could tell he wasn't sure if the last part was too much or out of line in some way. You wanted to reassure him, “That’s totally fine.” You offer a genuine smile, trying to express that you understood fully. Aaron seems to appreciate it because he responds with a slight smile of his own.

You pull out your phone, "What do you want for dinner? I don't really have anything here." Aaron thinks for a moment, "What sounds good to you?" You glare at him, "Nope. You pick." Aaron raises an eyebrow at you. You shake your head and add, "I picked last time. Now it's your turn." Aaron chuckles and shakes his head, "Fine." Aaron suggests a place that is close by, so you call and order the food.

Aaron looks at you once you're off the phone, "You are going to let me pay this time." It was phrased as a question, but it was more of a statement. You slide your phone into your pocket and scoff, "Why would I do that?" Aaron narrows his eyes at you, "Because of that whole situation." He points to your computer. Your attention gets drawn back to the laptop sitting on your legs. Biting your lip, you chuckle, “Don’t judge me too much based on this, okay? I can justify every purchase.” Aaron raises an eyebrow and smirks, “Really?” You narrow your eyes at him, up for the challenge, “Yes.” Aaron smirks and nods, “Okay, then.” Determined, you buckle down, getting ready to defend yourself. Over the next few hours, you both look it over and discuss it. There is a short pause when the food arrives. After you let Aaron pay for it, you both get right back to the evaluation. It wasn't the funniest situation. Having to sit there and look over all the things you had spent money on with a practical stranger. However, parts of this financial conversation were kind of fun.

Aaron looked from the numbers to you, “Seems like you're eating out a lot. You need to go grocery shopping more.” His voice was very parental and borderline lecturing. You automatically resorted to pouting, “It's not that bad.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, even going as far as to point to the recently finished food. Since it was your idea to order out and you didn't have a lot of food currently, so he was right. That, however, doesn't stop you from pouting further, “They are family-owned local places, and I am friends with a lot of the people. I wanna help them out.” Aaron lets out a soft sigh, “It’s irresponsible.” It was a weak protest on his part. Aaron’s voice was less judgmental. Clearly, he was a big softy under the stern, responsible exterior. So out of curiosity, you wanted to test how close he was to dropping the whole lecturing thing. You let out a whine, “So judgy…” You close your eyes and let your head lightly fall onto the back of the couch. Feeling Aaron’s eyes on you made you curiously open just one eye to peek at him. Surprisingly Aaron had his eyebrows raised, looking amused. As soon as you knew he saw you peeking, you closed your eye again and let out a small huff. This earned you a chuckle from Aaron before he spoke, “You're acting childish.” He didn't even sound remotely mad, so it took all your willpower not to crack a smile right then. You pressed your lips into a firm line in order to hold off as long as you could. You managed to speak without laughing, “ ‘Baby’ is in the title, isn't it? So, I think I’m allowed to act a bit childish.” You let a smile slide onto your face, unable to contain it anymore. Opening your eyes as you chuckled. Aaron was smiling too, which you very much enjoyed seeing. Aaron shook his head at you, “I suppose it comes with the role then.” He looked off to the side for a moment, looking mischievous, “But that would mean I’m allowed to be ‘judgy’ because of my title in this arrangement as well.” Aaron looked at you with a smirk, and you started laughing, “Touche.”

You sit up, moving your laptop over onto the coffee table, “I think both of us did well then, and now it's time to do something fun.” Aaron’s face quickly got serious, “We still need to talk about how I could help you with your financial situation.” You sigh and roll your eyes, making sure it’s overdramatic, so he doesn't get too upset by this response. You look at him, “I am not so financially insecure that I am going to go bankrupt in the next few days.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, looking like he is about to say something. Before he can, you speak up again, wanting to make your point clear to him, “Aaron, I don’t need or want a human ATM. I wouldn't feel right doing that to anyone, and that's not how I see you.” Aaron seems slightly surprised by your candid response. You feel yourself getting nervous, so you clear your throat to move on, “Let’s do something fun.” Aaron studies you for a minute. You try to relax under his gaze even as it feels like he is trying to analyze you.

Aaron finally softens up once again as he speaks, “It’s late. Where would we go?” You make a playfully disgusted face, “Go out? Eww.” You chuckle, “Don’t get me wrong, outside is great and all but this time of night, it's just clubs open.” You fake gag before bringing your legs up onto the couch. Your brain automatically drifted to all the Sugar Daddy’s Oliva brought around. They loved the whole ‘younger people scene’ like crazy parties or clubs. That wasn't really you. You didn't think Aaron was interested in that either, but you started to feel self-conscious. Curling up as you add, “I suppose my idea of fun is fairly boring compared to most people my age, though.” You finish off your statement with a nervous chuckle as you rubbed the back of your neck. Aaron offers a sweet smile and laughs, “My friends call me boring too, so it's okay.” You can't help but smile back, “We can be boring together.”

You grab the tv remote and hand it to him. Settling in and getting comfy. Aaron looks at you, inquisitively, “You want me to pick?” You shrug as you laugh, “Sure. I’m good with whatever.” He hesitantly starts channel surfing. You watch for a while until you deem enough time has passed, and you try to pull some forms onto your lap sneakily. You start filling them out ever so slowly, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. Aaron seems to linger on news channels, which wasn’t too surprising. It makes you chuckle to yourself. You glance at the screen every now and then. You weren't one to watch the news yourself, other than maybe for weather updates or something. You didn't mind, though. Aaron seemed to catch himself pausing on the news, clearing his throat in a ‘casual’ fashion before changing the channel. You don't pay it much mind until you notice the serious look set onto his face.

You stop writing to thoroughly look at him, “You don’t seem to be having much fun…” You let out a soft sigh, “I promise that normally I am a better host.” Aaron easily pulled his attention away from the tv. His brows knitted together, “If you're busy, I can leave.” Aaron even starts moving like he is ready to leave right now. You quickly lunge forward, gently grabbing his arm, so he doesn't get up, “Please don’t!” Your words came out a lot needier and rushed then you meant to. Having no clue what just came over you, you just as quickly let go of his arm. You feel your cheeks heat up, “Sorry… I mean, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I would understand if you didn’t want to sit around, though.” You altogether avoid eye contact. You liked Aaron, sure, and it was nice having someone around, even if nothing was happening. But it was only your second date, and that small gesture could be seen as you being very desperate.

You feel a slight frown slip onto your face, “Some of these are due tomorrow.” Aaron gets a serious look on his face again, “What sort of problems financial problems have you been having?” You were glad he didn't say anything about your sudden outburst a minute ago, but you also weren't thrilled talking about your finances again. You try to brush it off with a laugh, “You saw my finances, so you tell me.” You feel Aaron’s glare bore into you. You look up at him and try to add a smile to the joke, which makes Aaron roll his eyes. Aaron keeps the stern look on his face. Since you avoided Aaron’s question, he decides to answer yours instead, “You need a new job, it's not paying you enough. That is unless you're working fewer hours for school.” You didn't want to talk about your job. It was complicated and stressful to think about. You cave and decide to answer Aaron’s original question, “My scholarship is being permanently canceled. There was a letter with a lot of legal and financial jargon on it that I didn’t fully understand, but I can’t rely on it to pay for my classes anymore.” Aaron’s glare intensifies when he notices you avoiding the question about your job, but he lets it slide for the time being. He raises an eyebrow, “Where is the letter?” You pause and think, “With my other important papers…” You huff, “Reading over that letter won't be fun for either of us. I said we should do something fun.” Aaron rolls his eyes, “And you truly look like you're having so much fun right now.” You glare at him for a moment before turning your attention back down to the applications in front of you.

Out of spite, you quickly fill out whatever spots you have left on the paper in front of you. Once finished, you carefully toss the stack of papers onto the end table. Then you turn your attention back to Aaron, “There… done. Now I am completely finished for the night.” You can’t help but chuckle, "My undivided attention is now all yours." Aaron rolls his eyes at you, but you see the ghost of a smile on his face. He hands the tv remote back over to you, "Alright, then you get to pick." This time you glare at Aaron but start surfing through channels. At some point, you officially settle on watching 'Unwrapped'. It was a nice relaxing show. Plus, it was semi-educational, and you enjoyed it. Aaron seemed to like it as well, so it was a good thing to watch for the night. It was already getting late, and you were tired. You managed to stay awake for a while, but at some point, your body ultimately gave in, and you fell asleep.

You wake up on the couch, feeling groggy. Rubbing your eyes, you realize that Aaron had fallen asleep with you. You check the time and see that it’s the middle of the night. You stretch slightly and slowly get up. After you stand up, you gently nudge Aaron. He wakes up a bit startled. You start sleepily cooing at him, “Everything is okay, you're fine.” Aaron’s initial reaction eased into confusion. You turn the tv off, “We both fell asleep on the couch.” Aaron lets out a light groan, “Oh… I should head home then.” You turn back to look at him and roll your eyes, “No way in hell am I letting you drive home this late. It’s like 3 am.” Aaron gets another confused look on this face, “I guess the couch will be fine then.” You chuckle, “Come on. Don’t be like that. I have a bed, and it's a decent size. We will both fit in it.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, almost looking at you suspiciously. You sigh, “Don’t be dramatic. When you were a kid, you shared a bed with your friends for sleepovers.” Aaron gives a groggy nod before conceding with a sigh, “Alright.” You head into your bedroom, deciding these clothes were close enough to pajamas for you to sleep in them. You slide onto your side of the bed and set an alarm for some time tomorrow. Aaron had followed behind you. Once you had laid down, he took the other side of the bed. If both of you had been any less exhausted then, you would probably be nervous about this. But all you could think about was getting back to sleep. It didn’t take long for sleep to retake you.

You woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. You couldn't think of who would be calling you. You search for your phone and grab it. When you go to check the time, you notice two things. First that it was only around 7 am which no one should be calling you this early. Then you see that no one is calling your phone even though a phone is still ringing. That's when your brain caught back up with you, remembering that you let Aaron stay the night since it was so late. The phone doesn't get a chance to ring more than three or four times before he picks it up. Aaron’s voice comes out, only slightly groggy but stern, “Hotchner.” There are a few moments of silence before he speaks again, “I’ll be right in.” You feel him move to get off the bed, and you open your eyes. Sitting up a bit. Aaron was already rushing to get ready, but he did notice that you were awake. He gave you an apologetic look, “Sorry if that call woke you up.” A small yawn overtakes you before you respond, “No worries, It’s totally fine.” You smile at him as he grabs his bag full of extra clothes. Aaron disappears into the bathroom, probably to change.

You get out of bed and start making some coffee, feeling that he will probably need some. You try to look for breakfast, but you don't have anything that would be considered ‘to-go’ food. You settle on just coffee. You lean against the counter as you wait. Aaron emerges from your bedroom, and you pour some coffee into a thermos. You turn around, handing it to him, “Here you go.” He looks from the container to you, “I… Thank you.” Aaron gives a small smile before grabbing the thermos from you. You chuckle and smile, “No problem. I know last night was probably boring and more casual than you expected-” You pause for just a moment. Before you can continue, Aaron quickly speaks up, “No.” He stops himself and clears his throat before calming his voice down, “I like casual, it’s relaxing.” A smile spreads across your face, “I had fun, so I’m glad you enjoyed it as well.” Aaron watches you for a moment, almost like he is thinking about something. You tilt your head curiously, about to ask him. Suddenly a realization hit him, and he checked his watch, “I have to go.” You lean against the counter and nod, “Alright.” Aaron scrambles to get all his stuff together to get ready to go.

Right before he is about to walk out the door, you quickly peak around the corner, “Hey.” Aaron stops and turns to look at you, a stern yet worried look on his face, “Yeah?” You grin, “Feel free to randomly stop by my apartment again. Anytime.” Aaron cracks a smile. He diverts eye contact to the ground as he chuckles, “I just might take you up on that.” You laugh and use a fake stern voice, “You better.” You pause and lean against the wall, “Have a good day.” Aaron chuckles again and nods, “You too.” With that, he quickly leaves, closing the door behind him.

A Continuation of Unconventional -- Peer Pressure -- Second Date*

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melodramaticfanatic-blog · 6 years ago

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Fic Recommendations

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right now, I thought I’d put out some things I’ve been reading while waiting for my emotional and creative processes to get their shit together. (And yeah, they’re mostly Bucky. I regret nothing.)

If You Leave Me Now from @sugardaddysebby - Summary: You realized your marriage with your husband Henry had run its course when you discovered his various love affairs. You wanted to leave him but not without giving Henry a little taste of his own medicine involving his preferred mechanic Sebastian. Pairings: mechanic!Sebastian x reader, rich husband!Henry x reader - This is SO GOOD. Mechanic!Seb is such a mood. Smut involved

Let Me Love You Another from @sugardaddysebby - Summary: Working as a waitress in New York doesn’t really pay the bills. One of the regulars has grown fond of you and wants to help you monetarily. He’s not from that side of town, more of the upper east side, and more importantly, he wants to be your sugar daddy. Pairing: SugarDaddy!Sebastian Stan x Reader - Another that is SO GOOD...with more smut 😁

Fly Me to the Moon from @jaamesbbarnes - Pairing: Pilot!Bucky Barnes x Stewardess!Plus Size!Reader Summary: When you signed up to be a Flight Attendant, you thought that the worst things you could hear were comments about your weight that doesn’t fit standards. But you had no idea that the worst part of your job would be Bucky Barnes, his charming ways and his knowledge for your sweet tooth. Warning(s): Fluff, teasing, slight mention of eating disorders and self-depreciation, language, mention of sex. - I can’t even with this series and it just started! 😍 Protective pilot Bucky is everything I didn’t know I needed

Curves and Edges another by @jaamesbbarnes - Pairing : Lance Tucker x Plus size gymnast reader Summary: In desperate need to blow off some steam after work but too broke to afford proper advanced classes, you ask your gymnast friend if you can practice aerial silks at the gym she goes to. Little did you know her infamous coach Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker would also make your life a living hell. Warnings: fat shaming, language, Lance being his dick self, teasing, usual mutual pining, and maybe definitely smut at some point 😉 - I am a ho for some Lance Tucker despite his being a huge dick...and this was dick Lance at his best

His Best Girl from @stuckydealer - Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Bucky Barnes was a man that grew up with very little, so when his bank account suddenly had more digits than he’d ever imagined, he didn’t know what to do with it. Until you. - Sugar daddy Bucky has now become my relationship goal. This is a work of art and I’m addicted despite there only being a prologue and 1 chapter so far.

Espresso from @whyisbuckyso - Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected. - The nickname, the pining, the dates!! This series is EVERYTHING! Plus I am dying to know what’s on the cups!?!?

Everything has Changed by @buckyywiththegoodhair - In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner. - This series yanks my heart out of my chest and feeds it to me and I’m just like...yes, thank you. More please.

Make Me Believe from @imhereforbvcky (which won’t tag for some reason) - Summary: You keep meeting Bucky Barnes in unexpected places around campus and he keeps acting like you know each other, like you’re dating. As your friendship grows, you find yourself wishing he’d do more than pretend. - He can pretend we’re dating anytime.

Tripping for You from @bloodiedskirtts - Summary: It’s Y/N’s sophmore year of college, and she’s never had a boyfriend before. But all that will change when her best friend Steve finds out about her crush on him. Determined to prove she doesn’t care for him, bad boy Bucky Barnes comes up with a genius plan. To prove she’s over Steve and he’s not “pussy whipped”. Warning: Fake Dating, Angst, Smut in some chapters so 18+. The NSFW chapters will be marked with an * A/N: Based on the book/film To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before - I read this before seeing To All The Boy’s I’ve Loved Before and tbh I liked this better 😝

The Avengers Read Thirst Tweets from @bucketbarneslove - Summary: The Avengers were told that doing this video would be good press, but considering that Peter Parker is the only one who has actually read a thirst tweet before, most of them are in way over their heads.Warnings: Some mostly tame thirst tweets, occasional swearing - Some of the funniest shit I’ve ever read. It captures everyone PERFECTLY

Master list of @propertyofpoeandbucky - I’m just gonna give you the whole enchilada on this one cause I’ve read basically the whole thing. Though I will point out In Front of the Camera as that is going on currently and is AMAZEBALLS

Break a Leg from @sunshines-fics-legit - SUMMARY: When Y/N is running late for an interview for her dream job, she runs into none other than Chris Evans (literally). After some brief moments of panic, and one ruined shirt later, he manages to help her through the ordeal. Although, not before someone at the company she’s interviewing for recognizes him and alerts the staff he’s there. With you. After Y/N gets the job due to this misunderstanding, Chris decides to take on a role at the company to keep the charade going. Friendship, general hijinx, and even a little romance ensues. - Cute Chris Evans is cute. I like it a lot (in Dumb and Dumber voice)

Love Retreat by @captainrogerss - Summary: When you’re invited to a couples’ retreat at work, you say yes to avoid further embarrassment, despite being tragically single. When you tell your friends about the situation you’re stuck in, Bucky comes to the rescue, offering to pretend to be your boyfriend and also have himself a free vacation to the Cayman Islands. (Fake Dating AU) - So I might, maybe, have a little thing for fake dating? BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD

Soap Dish by @buckyforbreakfast - Pairing: Bucky Barnes x ReaderSummary: You thought Bucky just had a thing for your soap, turns out he just had a thing for you.Warnings: nudity, bathing together, language - It’s too cute. I can’t handle it

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Lance Tucker’s Sex Coaching by @lancefvcker (also won’t tag) - Summary: After your only ever boyfriend decides its time to call it quits, you’re very reluctant to get back out into the dating game. Especially with your inexperience in the bedroom. But when your roommate and best friend Lance Tucker offers you sex lessons, who are you to deny such an opportunity? Warnings: Very NSFW (duh?) - I don’t know what to say beyond DAMN!

Fight For You by @revengingbarnes - Brooklyn, New York. At the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. It’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it. Bucky Barnes is the reigning boxing champion of Brooklyn. Virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. And she’s helpless in front of his winning streak. Pairing: Boxer!Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader - I just... UGH!! 😍

There’s about a million others that I can’t think of or find right now so don’t be surprised if I get around to posting more suggestions. Go read!!

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tracelii · 7 years ago

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Miss You

Some more post-eyesagao shenanigans/angst/different adult!AU. This is for both of my frendos who are working so hard I love both of them u can do, you guys, you can do!!! @poketin @ellieofmidnight

“Oh yes, I’m definitely leaving you.” He spoke over the phone. “I’m meeting her now. It’s over, man, sorry.” Ian paused, then “Damn, that’s a lot of girlfriends. I guess I can’t compare.” But he chuckled. “Yea, it’s an old high school friend, I guess we’ll catch up and then I’ll head back your way, okay?” The male lifted his head, looking around for any familiar faces. Annoyance crossed his face, but it didn’t last long with the phone still over his ear. “I love you too, you idiot.” He felt the need to whisper- not that he was embarrassed, but he did so with a goofy grin he’d definitely have to get rid of before his friend arrived. “Yea. See you later.”

It was a typically cloudy day, specks of rain beginning to reveal itself, but still Ian held off on moving inside. It had been like this all day, and to be honest, it was kind of nice. Cloudy, and sort of cool, with tiny beams of sunlight sometimes escaping the cover. It wasn’t raining totally, so as long as she showed up soon, the cover of the table umbrella should keep them dry.

Speaking of, where was she? Ian looked around again. People were coming and going outside of the café, not busy enough to be called ‘busy’, but certainly alive this late afternoon. People sat at the surrounding tables, also not worried that it would start raining. They laughed and ate amongst themselves, and Ian tried hard not to stare- he knew he had a resting bitch-face and didn’t want to scare off the locals, sitting at this table by himself.

“Ian?”

He lifted his head at the call of his voice, and had a snarky reply ready to let loose, but took a moment to take in the sight before him. There, smiling warily, was his old high school friend, Elsa.

After what they had been though, ‘friends’ seemed like a tame word. She was more like… his annoying-ass sister who he had to look after as they both faced the unknowns of the void, the place he would be stuck in his sleep, and also the demon terrorizing their friends and driving them insane. She also occasionally looked after him too, he had to admit.

But that was such a long time ago. High school seemed like a far off nightmare that he definitely didn’t want to recall, even as he was doing It right now. He grimaced.

“Do I look that bad?” She pointed at him. “Hey, nice beard. And hair.”

“No.” He said. “I mean, you don’t look your best, unless this is your best, then you look fine.” Ian said casually. He pointed at the open chair waiting for her.

“Honestly, I cant tell if that’s an insult.” She took a seat, and rubbed at her eyes. “I’m just a little tired, is all. I haven’t been sleeping.”

“That’s what I mean… You look like you rolled out of bed two minutes ago.” Ian sighed out of his nose- He wasn’t meaning to be mean, especially on after not seeing Elsa for some odd years, but something about her was just sticking out, and he couldn’t pick it. Her hair was pulled in a messy bun, and she was wearing sweat clothes, and underneath her eyes were dark. He started to empathize with the possible worry in her expression “Are you… alright?” He asked.

“Who me?” She waved at him as if he was being silly. “You don’t get to be an asshole now, Mcqueen.”

An irked smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. That sounded a lot more like her, at the very least. “I’ll be sure to open every conversation with an insult from now on.”

“That’s the Ian boy I know!” Elsa leaned forward, a kind smile finally gracing her face. “So… whatcha been up to?”

“Uh. Life stuff.” Ian said. He knew the question would inevitably come up after not seeing Elsa for so long, and yet he had no answer available. “Work. Boyfriend. Stuff.”

“Very gay, I love it.”

“Work is not gay. It’s the least gay thing in my life. It’s homophobic.”

“Someone at your job is homophobic?”

“No, working is homophobic because I hate it.”

Elsa snorted, and shook her head. “You’re an idiot.”

“Not more than you are.” Ian shot back. “So—what have you been up to?”

“Uh…” Elsa said slowly. “Life stuff?”

“Mmhm, A+ original answer.” Ian sipped on this previously abandoned water, but he kept his eyes on Elsa. There was something… there was still something off. She still looked…. Not all there. He didn’t know how to describe it- like… if Elsa was, at her best or even at her worst, 100% Elsa, right now she was like… 85% Elsa.

Even back then, when all that shit was going on at school, Elsa remained ‘100% Elsa’. It was the most admirable thing about her- how she managed to keep true to herself even in the most shitty of situations.

“Well I mean… I’m not dating anyone.” She shrugged, finally glancing away from him, and letting her gaze wander onto the street. “Me and Mimi have been off and on, but she’s visiting some family in Europe for a few months, so we haven’t talked too much.” She shrugged again. “Work stuff. Uh…” She rubbed the back of her neck now, just for the movement. “Been trying to get in contact with Traci and Ellie for a tiny bit. Just texts so far. They’ve been super busy.”

“So I’m you’re last resort.” Ian said with a chuckle. “You know I’m gay, right?”

“Listen, you fuc-“

“Can I take your order?”

They both looked at the waitress who unknowingly arrived just in time. Ian, gifting Elsa with the sassiest smirk he could muster, just ordered a muffin and some tea. It was a good morning snack since he’d eaten before coming here.

“Uh… Nah, I’m good.” Elsa shifted again. Ian noted it this time, she just kept… moving. Making the motions to make the motions.

“Water?”

“No thank you.”

Ian eyed her now as the waitress, just as confused over the situation, politely let them back to their conversation as she went to put Ian’s order in.

“Is this… a money thing?” Ian asked. “Do you need money?”

“I’m not broke, but thanks, you’re welcome to spend all your money on me if you’d like. I hope the brutalboyfriend isn’t too mad at you being a sugardaddy.” Elsa said warily.

“Elsa, there’s something going on.” Ian finally cut in.

For a second, they stared at each other, and Elsa’s lips parted as she grasped for words to compile into some sort of answer.

“No.” Ian cut her off before she began. “There’s something… off. I’ve seen you tired before. All those nights you couldn’t sleep in school, you were still you. Even when--- even when it should have impossible, you kept your chin up. I know it’s been a while, but there’s something—“

“I thought--- I thought I was in the void.” Elsa said breathlessly. “A few months ago I thought I went back to the void.”

Ian’s mouth hung open. “-wrong. What? What?” The void didn’t disrupt him as much anymore- he still had to interact with the mysterious place he went to as he slept, but it only happened every once in a while- once a month. If he kept them happy, they would leave him alone, that was pretty much it. “You’ve been to the void?” As far as he knew, the void (as it was somehow a ‘where’ and a ‘who’ at the same time) rather plainly disliked Elsa. It was he, Ian, who started bringing her along with him every night (back when the void forcefully whisked him away every time he slept) when Anti was trying to scare Elsa out of trying to save Ellie and Traci by giving her nightmares.

“Here’s your order.”

Dumbfounded, he stared at Elsa glance out into the lack of traffic as his muffin and tea was set before him. The waitress probably had asked him something- probably if he needed anything else, but his eyes were wide and he was frozen. He didn’t say anything, and the waitress quickly excused herself.

“No… No.” Elsa said quietly, once the girl had left. “I thought it was. It was…. I was dreaming. It felt real at first, but I can tell the difference. Dreaming eventually feels like dreaming. Being in the void was like being wide-awake the whole time.” She looked down.

Ian remembered to breathe, and looked down at his almond poppy muffin as unspoken relief washed over him. “Okay.” He said, and sighed again. “Sorry, I jumped to conclusions. What about… the dreams?”

“It made me realized that I missed them.”

Ian, for the millionth time paused, leaving Elsa the chance she needed to elaborate.

“Uhm… the girls.”

“The… void girls.”

“Yes.”

“The ones who seduced you and tried to keep you in the void and tried to kill me. The ones who were like… evil versions of you and Traci and Ellie.”

“Uhm… They were, misunderstood. Anti made them, yea, and they did try to kill us at first, but they changed.”

“They weren’t real.”

Elsa winced. “They were. Even before they had our faces, they were part of the void… but Anti gave them an identity.”

“Your identity, Elsa.”

“No—I mean--- they became their own people!” Elsa said. Her body was tense. “You---- you just don’t get it.”

“Yea, I don’t.” Ian shot at her. “They’re long gone. What do you want with them?”

“Uhm…” Elsa said again. “I… have you see them, when you go to the void? Do they say anything about me? I… I wonder how they’re doing all the time. I worry about them.”

“Elsa, I haven’t—I haven’t seen them.”

A shiver ran though the girl’s body, and she grew embarrassed. “Wow… wh… what a relief. Hey, hows everything in the void anyway?” Her eyes focused on his muffin, then his tea, then her hands. She avoid his critical expression. “Judy still there? The plant, I mean. Does it grow? Does the tv still have those stupid knobs? The couch still comfy?”

“You… You miss everything, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You miss me.” Ian said slowly. “You miss the void. You miss the void girls. The real girls.”

“N--… No-“ Elsa shook her eyes, but they next time they met, he held her gaze with a challenging one of his own. “I don’t miss them!” Her voice shot up, cracking, then she nervously looked around- a few people were looking, and she ducked her head. “No, I just… Maybe—Maybe if I can just go back to the void. You can take me back there. I just want to see them- I want to make sure theyre okay.”

“Elsa.” Ian said slowly. “I’ll even admit. They weren’t totally evil. And you saw something good in them that I didn’t see in them- that Anti didn’t even see in them… but they’re just part of the void. I know you’ve been wanting to check on Ellie and Traci, and hang with them again, but you cant use the void and Grace and Kelly to fill that. You’re missing it, and belive me, I got that, sometimes the void felt like—I don’t know, that it gave you purpose outside of school shit. But that’s in the past for you- its almost in the past for me. You have to move on.”

“Ian.” Elsa said, her voice trembling now. “They need me to take care of them-. They need me.”

“Who. Which ones are you talking about?”

“Ellie.”

“Ellie?” Ian questioned.

“No! I said Kelly, you heard me. I know Ellie’s a grown-ass woman, she can take care of herself.”

“You said Ellie because you miss her.” Ian said. “And you think that even if you find Kelly and Grace, that it’ll fill what you miss about your friends. Did you really try to contact them? I spoke with Traci just last week. She’s not that hard to get a hold of. Are you sure you tried to contact them?”

“Ian you’re fucking confusing me. I never was talking about Traci or Ellie.” Her voice twisted unpleasantly as she tried to keep a cap on her volume. “You’re… you’re putting words in my mouth.”

“I’m not going to take you to the void.” Ian said, his voice sharp.”If you really missing something you need to connect with your friends. Your real friends.”

“Fuck you.” Elsa’s voice was quiet, but shook with rage- with—grief. “They would call me if they wanted to. They’d come see me if they wanted to, Ian. But Grace and Kelly cant do that. I’d… I’d even like to see Chelsa again.” Tears spilled from her eyes. “I just need to see them, I just need to make sure they’re okay, okay? How dare you try this psycho-analyzing bullshit on me.”

Ian leaned in closer to her. “I don’t know how to help you, but this isn’t the way. How about we just---“ There were certainly eyes on him. “Lets just head back to my place, and talk about this.”

“In the void?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.” Elsa shoved at the table, knocking over Ian’s water, and knocking the air out of him just a bit as the table bumped against the body. He coughed, and raised his hands as the water spilled in his lap, then started climbing up to his feet. “Elsa-“

“Stay the fuck away from me!” Elsa stumbled as she stood up after another shove parted her from the table enough to stand. Her world spun, and she gripped the table, but she laughed harshly, and stood up again. “Why did I think you’d ever want to help anyone but your god-damn self.”

“Elsa!”

But Elsa’s head was pounding, and she could feel hundreds- millions of eyes on her. She shook her hand, rubbing at the tears, shed and unshed, and rushed out of the fenced in group of tables.

Ian went up to go after her, but by time he had dug his cash to leave for the tea and muffin, she was nowhere to be seen. He gritted his teeth, trying to politely pull attention off of him. He opened his phone as it rang, and put it up to his ear, but moved onto the sidewalk, looking for sight of her.

“Listen, I’ll have to call you back.” He said quickly, and hung up. Surely, his boyfriend or whoever the hell that even was would understand.

-----

The girl blinked as she looked at her phone, the ‘call ended’ screen blinking at her. “Wow…” he sounded in quite a rush. Her grey-ish, blue-ish eyes spotted her bag and she tugged it off the turntable baggage claim.

Ellie turned back to the familiar Japanese airport, and smiled a bit to herself, feeling at home once again. She couldn’t wait to see her apartment and her friends (if Ian ever remembered to call her back). A thought occurred to her, and her expression brightened as she moved to hail a taxi.

She could probably hang with Elsa! They needed time to catch up, honestly- they hadn’t spoken in so long…

“I hope she misses me as much as I miss her.” Ellie said to herself with a chuckle.

#technically eyesagao #eyesagao #adult!au #eyesagao elsa #eyesagao ian

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