#carrot ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[elixirfromthestars]

For the ask game,

what do you think of a/b/o?

Aaaand dad's best friend(?

Carrot, hi!! 🥹 Both a/b/o and dbf! are two tropes I have not touched because I’m a little intimidated by them 🙈💗 I love challenging myself when it comes to writing, but I always get nervous about writing a specific trope/idea in fear of not doing it justice 🥺 However…. 👀

If I would ever write either I could see myself writing it for Bucky (I could also see myself writing the dbf! trope for certain characters outside of marvel but that’s a whole other conversation 👀)

With an a/b/o Bucky I could see myself combining it with a soulmate trope, but with some kind of twist 👀✨ Soft moments of love, belonging, and finding that person that completes every part of you mixed with instincts that are primal and raw, found deep in his and your soul. A kind of love that’s deeply set in your bones and your dna 💖 I think it would make for an interesting story 📝✨

With dbf!Bucky I can just imagine writing the longing and the yearning from afar and how it builds up all those little moments of tension (touches that linger for longer than they should, stolen glances that build up until you lock gazes and everything is revealed in each other’s eyes) and then BAM it finally happens—that first kiss. The kind of kiss that sparks the flames and ignites a multitude of more. Passionate and hurried because you’ve been waiting for this. The anticipation and heart racing moments that come with sneaking around and having the kind of love shared for only two. Just you and his—no one else’s. The soft moments that can come from a love like that but also the potential angst!! The back and forth, the denial, the rejection, the acceptance, etc!! Ahhhhhh, okay I’m done 😌✨

Carrot, what have you done to me?? 😩💖 I didn’t mean to write all that oops… 😂 My mind is now filled with many thoughts that will most likely not leave for the foreseeable future 🤭💗 Thank you for the ask!! 🫶🏼✨

put a fanfic trope in my inbox and I’ll…

[elixirfromthestars]

I love me a man in love, so him wanting to offer more than that👀—I need to know more!! 🩷🩷

More under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

“Look at those damn eyes” you whispered to your best friend, clutching her forearm but never breaking eye contact with the handsome stranger across the poorly lit room, “It’s like they have a life of its own and they want to consume me” you whisper almost out of breath, heart thumping as if you just ran a marathon…

^ I can't blame her, those eyes are everything 🫠💗💗

3 annoying songs later as you were about to finish your last beer, a hand came up from behind you, stealing your drink, about to complain, words lost all meaning, blue eyes took a big sip and made an exaggerated refreshing sigh, putting down the bottle you feel like his eyes bore into your very being, tongue licking his pink lips he clears his throat, “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” he says with the biggest grin.

^ You can walk by all you want, I only need you to do it once to know it’s true 🤭💕💕

As if he sensed your distress, blue eyes stops and drops the bags in the sand so he can cradle your face and kiss you breathless in front of everyone, stating that you’re his and he’s proud of it, head light and dizzy you pull away with a giggle to breathe, not being finished with you, he pulls you closer by the neck and pecks your lips, giving you a wink that sends butterflies to your stomach.

^ He’s an absolute fucking sweetheart 😩💗 I looooove that he’s so open with his devotion 😩💕💕

Still in your little paradise with Bucky, you failed to notice that a group of girls in bikinis that barely covered their goods was approaching, a shrill voice cut through, making you wince “hey handsome, wanna play?”

^ They better back off right now 😤

Hoping they would get the message, a yellow and blue ball rolled up between you, “C’mon we won’t keep you long from your friend” one of the girls from the back whined “she doesn’t mind, don’t you sweetie?” said the blonde in a condescending tone, before you could fire back, Bucky threw the ball at them, hard, it would’ve definitely hit them in the face but they managed to dodge it, with a stone-cold face he seethed “not interested”, color draining from their faces, with a few scoffs, what the hell man? and whatevers, they walked away.

^ That’s our man right there 😌✨✨

“They don’t matter sweetheart, I only see one person” he murmured with pure honesty, hands wandering every curve and roll with the utmost tenderness and adoration, you were so enthralled by his eyes that you couldn’t even care enough to freak out that he was touching the parts of your body you wouldn’t even acknowledge some days, you felt safe in his arms, completely seen and still worthy.

^ Utterly devoted and it makes me utterly obsessed 🫠💖💖

“C’mere baby, I wanna thank you” he puckers his lips, waiting for yours, with a whine you stay put “but you’re so dirtyyy, I just got this shirt” you muster your best puppy eyes, with a clenched jaw he signals you with his finger to move, “I said c’mere”, his eyes shone with mischief, the sound of his stern voice echoed through the room, making your body react before your mind, walking up to him and placing your arms around his shoulders, gently gripping your jaw with his hand while the other slid down your bottom, his lips crashed with yours, a gentle kiss that slowly grew needy, like he couldn’t believe he’s been away from you this long, your soft lips are now a comfort he’s grown used to over the last months. With a content sigh, he hesitantly lets go of you, shit-eating grin as he sees your face, shirt, and jeans covered in grease, “happy now?” you ask with a laugh.

^ Ahhhhh, they’re so cute!!! 🥹🩷🩷🩷 He’s so obsessed with her and we love to see it!! 🙂‍↕️💘💘

Reaching your destination, Bucky pulls over and pulls down the windows, the warm breeze and sound of waves crashing overwhelm your senses, reaching for his hand you interlace your fingers, turning to face him you notice that he was already looking at you, a serious look on his face, with the tiniest hint of a smile, “what?” you ask with a grin as you feel your cheeks heat up “you’re fucking beautiful” he says, thumb rubbing your palm, and in that very moment, as if he was in cahoots with the universe, the moonlight hits his eyes, making them bluer than ever before, your breath hitches, “you’re one to talk” you murmur, leaning in to hover over his lips, relishing in the warmth he radiates and his intoxicating smell.

^ These two are so in love I need the wedding preparations to happen now please!!! 🥰🥰

After a few minutes of silence, blue eyes helps you sit up, assuming he silently agreed, you were about to change the subject but as you turned to see him, a knot formed in your throat, he was on his knees, hands cupping the back of your neck, fingers between your hair, gripping you tightly as if begging you for something, glassy eyes full of emotion making your whole world turn to a stop, “I don’t think you grasp just how fucking amazing you are doll” he pleads, “your heart… is so kind, even to those that don’t deserve it, and you’re so sweet and so frigging strong baby” he laughs which makes you laugh, “and your mind works in a way that amazes me, nothin’ special my ass” he mimmicks your voice with an eye roll, thumbs caressing your temples he smiles “you’re extraordinary, and… I love you” he murmurs, all you can do in response is tackle him to the ground and smother him in kisses.

^ Okay, so this was the proposal right?? 😭🩷🩷🩷 I just know when he asks her to marry him it’s going to be the most beautiful speech ever 🤧🩷🩷🩷

He could barely keep his hands off of you, he was always handsy, it was his love language, but when under the influence, he became a 6’3 needy, clingy, hungry koala bear.

^ And we love that 🤭💗💗

“YOU DIRTY DOG! Buy me dinner first” he yells, making a few heads turn, which makes your face turn red, before you could jab him he wrapped his arms around you and dragged you out of there wheezing and laughing.

^ I love these two 😂🩷

Biting his lip, he grips your big thighs and flips you down, a yelp escaping your lips, once he’s on top of you, he starts peppering you with kisses starting with your face, “love was made for me and you doll” he says with a dopey smile, “Romeo and Juliet would be fucking jealous of us” he growls into your skin, the smell of your perfume driving him crazy, his words make you giggle “someone’s drunk” you tease but then you’re cut off, each sound he made as he worshiped your body was intoxicating, you couldn’t focus.

^ He’s such a dream I swear 😭🩷🩷

Grabbing you by the ankles he pulls you towards him and takes off your panties before placing your legs on his broad tattooed shoulders, kneading your thick thighs, his fingers dig into your soft skin, Bucky starts leaving a trail of hot open kisses on your legs. Closing in on your core you start to squirm more “stay still sweetheart, I want to make you feel good”, taking a deep breath you grip the sheets, trying not to move too much, “you deserve to feel good baby, you deserve everything good in this world” he moans against your inner thigh “I’m going to give you the world, I promise” he whispers thinking you didn’t hear because of the state of your contorted face, chuckling he dives in.

^ What must I do to have a man be this deeply devoted to meeee?? 😭🩷🩷 Promising her the world like— 🤧💕💕

“Our wedding is gonna kick this wedding’s ass” he smirks, which makes you giggle, “you’re gonna get your college degree and be a hot-shot artist… I’ll get my act together, we’re gonna see the world, maybe get you knocked up” he whispers that last part with a wicked grin, your eyes widen, you can’t even picture yourself pregnant right now, but you’re not closed to the possibility. Hearing him talk about the future made you smile from ear to ear, holding his hand you bite your lip “I like the sound of that… but what made you think of all this?”, jumping on top of you he starts attacking you with kisses “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you sweetheart”, he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, arching your eyebrow, knowing he’s holding back makes him sigh “and also… I got a job offer”.

^ Omg their wedding is going to be the best 😭🩷🩷 Planning their futures already with so much hope in their hearts like, my heart can’t take it 🥰🥰

Interrupting your train of thought you felt his hand nuzzle in your neck, but you immediately moved away from his touch, making his face drop, shaking your head you bit your lip trying to suppress a sob, with glassy eyes Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, and without even asking he cupped your face tightly, and kissed your forehead, a tear sliding down his face, “I’ll come back for you” he whispered and got out of the car.

^ WOW I got whiplash from that 💔💔 I didn’t expect for my heart to get torn out in this fic, but here we are 💔💔💔

You watched him leave you behind, your pride was begging you to start the car and go, but the ache in your heart wouldn’t allow it. Getting out of the car you shouted for him, following him inside you were able to reach him, both of you had red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and you couldn’t stand the thought of him being sad, even if it was his own doing. Taking a deep breath you took a step closer but still kept arm's length distance… like a stranger, as if you didn’t love him with everything you are, “why are you doing this to us?” you say with a shaky voice, willing yourself not to scream at him, lower lip trembling he tries to take a step closer but you back away, “I’m doing this for us!”, you shake your head, refusing to believe him, “ if you go there won’t be an us” you cry, at that Bucky storms towards you and grips your waist “no matter where we are I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine” he declares, those blue eyes piercing your soul, you knew he was right.

^ if you go there won’t be an us 😨 would you look at that, the knife has been plunged into my heart 😭💔 YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO MEEEEE 💔💔 And the way he just declares they forever belong to each other, I’m so devastated right now 😭💔

“Every moment we spent together, every touch, every conversation, they.still.matter, whether I’m a bus ride away or in fucking China, no matter how much time passes… there’s no me without you”, searching in his eyes for any lie or doubt you find none, so your hands fly to the back of his neck and you pull him for a passionate kiss.

^ There’s so much love here I CAN’T— 😭

“please don’t leave me” you whisper against his lips in a last attempt to convince him, sniffling, he cups your face and musters a small smile, “if I stay, love is all I can give to you… and that’s not enough sweetheart” he pleads, almost letting his voice break, and before you could say anything back he rubs your temples, begging you to listen to him “right before my dad walked out on us, the last thing he said to me was provide, not even take care of your Ma, or look out for your sister, provide… being a shitty mechanic earning minimum wage ain’t gonna cut it anymore, my family deserves better than that, and you ARE my family doll, I need to do this and I need you to trust me”.

^ NO, YOUR LOVE IS ENOUGH I PROMISE 😭😭😭 You can’t just call her your family and then leaveeeee 💔💔💔💔

As the time passed you learned it wasn’t just a fling, four years of college passed and you still had no desire to start a new relationship or even a simple hook up, not that you had many suitors but still, your love for your blue-eyed man never wavered. You stayed in contact, messaging as much as you could, a call at least once a month, they were bread crumbs but they kept you from starving.

^ FOUR YEARS?? 💔💔 EXCUSE ME?! 💔💔 No, that’s so sad 😭💔💔

“You believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” the bastard said with a knowing smirk, your bad mood disappeared and without thinking twice, you ran towards his open arms, and oomph leaving his mouth as you crashed into him, arms immediately wrapping around his middle and his cradling your head.

^ REUNITED AT LAST!!!!! 😭🩷😭🩷😭🩷 And the way he circles it back to that cheesy pickup line 😭🩷🩷

“tell me you’re still mine” he breathed out, taking a gulp your hands slid up to his chest, “always Jamie” you desperately nodded, praying he would believe you, “are you?” you timidly asked, “taking a hold of your jaw, face impossibly close and yet not enough he nods “there is no me without you” and before your lips could touch, a man with a gun in hand walks into the shop, you inmediatelly grip Bucky’s arm “Sir we need to get going”, after dismissing him, Bucky turns to you with a pleading look “ready to come home?”, there were so many questions you wanted to ask, and you weren’t really sure if he meant your home, New York or somewhere else, but you went with your gut. Once you closed the shop, you followed him to the limo that was waiting outside, sitting next to him you took his hand and looked into his beautiful cerulean blue eyes, they were the same, you knew they were home, you knew it from the moment you saw him.

^ They’re soulmates!!! 🥹🩷🩷 It’s meant to be!!! 🤧💖💖 But also I was wondering when the mob part would come in and now I see 👀 I guess our beloved was up to a lot of things in those four years… 🫢✨

Oh my darling, Carrot!! 🥰🥰 This was such a beautiful read!! 🫶🏼 The love and devotion that Bucky feels for his girl is written into every word and I felt it in my soul 😭🩷🩷🩷 I adore men that are so obsessed and devoted to their girls, so I instantly fell in love with this Bucky, it’s impossible not to!! 🤭💗💗

L.O.V.E

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love

Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Wc: 4k

a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well… I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).

likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3

L is for the way you look at me

“Look at those damn eyes” you whispered to your best friend, clutching her forearm but never breaking eye contact with the handsome stranger across the poorly lit room, “It’s like they have a life of its own and they want to consume me” you whisper almost out of breath, heart thumping as if you just ran a marathon, the woman next to you chuckled “alright, no more beer for you”, she says as she takes your drink away but you don’t even notice; you’d seen him before back in high school, he always picked up his sister. Whether it was the alcohol or your corny romantic side, you’d swear those cerulean blue eyes were your home, shining with adoration along with a stupid-hot cocky smirk, at this point you’re starting to doubt he’s even looking at you, no one has ever seen you the way he is right now, it’s unsettling in the best way possible.

Too self-conscious to let yourself think that a tatted 6’3 adonis would be interested in you, after an internal debate, you willed yourself to look away, maybe he’s way too drunk to see you clearly, maybe he’s a jerk that wants to get his dick wet, you wouldn’t be surprised at this point. 3 annoying songs later as you were about to finish your last beer, a hand came up from behind you, stealing your drink, about to complain, words lost all meaning, blue eyes took a big sip and made an exaggerated refreshing sigh, putting down the bottle you feel like his eyes bore into your very being, tongue licking his pink lips he clears his throat, “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” he says with the biggest grin.

O is for the only one I see

Walking down to the beach with Bucky hand in hand, you find some of your former classmates staring and pointing at you with shock and subtle disgust, dread makes your stomach drop, already regretting letting Bucky convince you to wear a bikini instead of an oversized shirt and shorts.

As if he sensed your distress, blue eyes stops and drops the bags in the sand so he can cradle your face and kiss you breathless in front of everyone, stating that you’re his and he’s proud of it, head light and dizzy you pull away with a giggle to breathe, not being finished with you, he pulls you closer by the neck and pecks your lips, giving you a wink that sends butterflies to your stomach.

Once you were able to find a spot to put a blanket and settle all of your stuff, laying down facing each other, Bucky reached for your face to move a stray hair behind your ear, then with a frown on his features he cupped your cheek “Sorry I couldn’t rent a nicer spot with an umbrella, hammocks and all that… is just my Ma needed me to help her out and I-“, you inmediatelly schooched closer to him with a smile on your face “Buck, it’s ok, I don’t mind, really, besides, it’s pretty expensive, I don’t-“, cupping your face with both hands, with an exasperated look he rests his forehead against yours “I want to treat my girl”, rolling your eyes at him you place your hand on top of his “Jamie this is perfect… so we’ll get a little sunburned” you shrug “no biggie, now would you please drop that frown?” you whisper as you tenderly nudge your nose against his, hand gently caressing the tatoo on his shoulder. At the use of his first name, he relaxes, but still not convinced, the man sighs and gives you a small smirk, whispering in your ear “only if you let me put sunscreen on you”, his warm breath, despite the heat sends a shiver down your spine, noticing your reaction Bucky starts placing soft kisses from your jaw down you neck, making whimper.

Still in your little paradise with Bucky, you failed to notice that a group of girls in bikinis that barely covered their goods was approaching, a shrill voice cut through, making you wince “hey handsome, wanna play?”, swallowing down a bitter “fuck off” you sighed, your body tensed and you kept your head down, of course they assumed he would ditch the fatty for them, and for a second you wouldn’t blame him… Not even sparing them a look, Bucky tilted your chin up and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, a small smile on his lips, and a look in his eyes that said everything you needed to know.

Hoping they would get the message, a yellow and blue ball rolled up between you, “C’mon we won’t keep you long from your friend” one of the girls from the back whined “she doesn’t mind, don’t you sweetie?” said the blonde in a condescending tone, before you could fire back, Bucky threw the ball at them, hard, it would’ve definitely hit them in the face but they managed to dodge it, with a stone-cold face he seethed “not interested”, color draining from their faces, with a few scoffs, what the hell man? and whatevers, they walked away.

Turning to face him you couldn’t help but laugh “you were so mean” you teased as you poked his chest, grabbing you by the waist, blue eyes tackled you and got on top of you, almost making your heart jump out of your chest “They don’t matter sweetheart, I only see one person” he murmured with pure honesty, hands wandering every curve and roll with the utmost tenderness and adoration, you were so enthralled by his eyes that you couldn’t even care enough to freak out that he was touching the parts of your body you wouldn’t even acknowledge some days, you felt safe in his arms, completely seen and still worthy.

V is very very extraordinary

When Bucky got the call that he was gonna have to work on a Sunday night he was about to hang up but then his boss specified the car he was gonna work on, an Aston Martin DB5… he thought it was a fucking joke until he saw it in person, how this beauty of a car ended up in in a shitty auto-repair shop in a nowhere town was a mystery to him, but the pay was decent and that’s all he needed to know.

Shop empty, he was burning the midnight oil with you next to him, sitting on a pouf chair just a few feet away, The Smiths playing in the background as you rambled on about how disappointing Game of Thrones final season was “they did my Khaleesi so dirty” you huff out, Bucky chuckles as you take a deep breath to compose yourself “You know better than to bring up Game of Thrones” you whine, feeling a little embarrassed over your rant, Bucky knew exactly what he was doing, he loved hearing your voice, especially when you talked about things you were passionate about.

2:00 in the morning, you walk up to your disheveled and greasy boyfriend, handing him a cup of coffee “black with three sugars” you wink, Bucky takes a sip and places the drink down, “C’mere baby, I wanna thank you” he puckers his lips, waiting for yours, with a whine you stay put “but you’re so dirtyyy, I just got this shirt” you muster your best puppy eyes, with a clenched jaw he signals you with his finger to move, “I said c’mere”, his eyes shone with mischief, the sound of his stern voice echoed through the room, making your body react before your mind, walking up to him and placing your arms around his shoulders, gently gripping your jaw with his hand while the other slid down your bottom, his lips crashed with yours, a gentle kiss that slowly grew needy, like he couldn’t believe he’s been away from you this long, your soft lips are now a comfort he’s grown used to over the last months. With a content sigh, he hesitantly lets go of you, shit-eating grin as he sees your face, shirt, and jeans covered in grease, “happy now?” you ask with a laugh.

“Can’t believe I let you do this” you whisper as you tapped your foot nervously, nails digging into your forearms, the smell of leather and his scent barely soothing you, “relax doll, I’m being careful, it’s my ass on the line anyways” he chuckles as he drives through the highway with one hand on the leather wheel and his other hand rubbing your thigh “both hands on the wheel BUDDY, we’re not crashing a priceless classic on my watch”, with a playful eye roll he takes his hand off your thigh, you immediately miss the warmth but decide to stay quiet, enjoying the comfortable silence.

Reaching your destination, Bucky pulls over and pulls down the windows, the warm breeze and sound of waves crashing overwhelm your senses, reaching for his hand you interlace your fingers, turning to face him you notice that he was already looking at you, a serious look on his face, with the tiniest hint of a smile, “what?” you ask with a grin as you feel your cheeks heat up “you’re fucking beautiful” he says, thumb rubbing your palm, and in that very moment, as if he was in cahoots with the universe, the moonlight hits his eyes, making them bluer than ever before, your breath hitches, “you’re one to talk” you murmur, leaning in to hover over his lips, relishing in the warmth he radiates and his intoxicating smell.

“Don’t you just love how each time the waves crash it rumbles through your body? It’s like a giant is walking right next to you”, you wonder out loud, laying down, head on his lap, legs in the sand, with a sweet smile Bucky kisses your forehead, “don’t change the subject sweetheart”, with a defeated sigh you avoid his stare, “fine… what I meant was, I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m nothin’ special, I’m gonna live an ordinary life, and that’s ok, I mean, I’ll go to college, pay for the rest of my life for a degree that I probably won’t even use, get a crappy job that’s gonna drain me so much that I’ll only want to be a couch potato at home… it’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with that”.

After a few minutes of silence, blue eyes helps you sit up, assuming he silently agreed, you were about to change the subject but as you turned to see him, a knot formed in your throat, he was on his knees, hands cupping the back of your neck, fingers between your hair, gripping you tightly as if begging you for something, glassy eyes full of emotion making your whole world turn to a stop, “I don’t think you grasp just how fucking amazing you are doll” he pleads, “your heart… is so kind, even to those that don’t deserve it, and you’re so sweet and so frigging strong baby” he laughs which makes you laugh, “and your mind works in a way that amazes me, nothin’ special my ass” he mimmicks your voice with an eye roll, thumbs caressing your temples he smiles “you’re extraordinary, and… I love you” he murmurs, all you can do in response is tackle him to the ground and smother him in kisses.

E is even more than anyone that you adore

Gerry Rafferty’s Right Down the Line is blasting through the speakers, your mint-green dress and hair flowing as you’re being twirled by your blue-eyed man. Bucky thought you looked heavenly… breathless, you were always beautiful but seeing you free of inhibitions, hair on the wind, contagious laughter, wearing a dress that accentuated your body, it was a sight to behold. He could barely keep his hands off of you, he was always handsy, it was his love language, but when under the influence, he became a 6’3 needy, clingy, hungry koala bear.

Because you almost crashed into the bride and groom, between giggles and laughs you tried pulling Bucky out of the dance floor “c’mon Jamie, we’re way too drunk to dance” you said as you pulled him by the collar, making him trip a little, with a grimace he scoffs “you can NEVER bee too drunk to dance baby”, almost turning his back on you and going back dancing, you reach his arm and get on your toes, whispering in his ear, moments later he dramatically gasps “YOU DIRTY DOG! Buy me dinner first” he yells, making a few heads turn, which makes your face turn red, before you could jab him he wrapped his arms around you and dragged you out of there wheezing and laughing. Thankfully your whole family was drunk and too and focused on your cousin and his bride to notice that Bucky stole two champagne bottles and a hotel key, “Buckyyy you’re gonna get us in trouble” you hissed, probably making more fuss than you should’ve, laughing his ass off, Bucky just takes your hand while holding two bottles in the other, failing miserably at leaving the room quietly and unnoticed.

Dress and tux discarded long ago, you two were in bed, both bottles of champagne downed, you in a set of black lingerie and Bucky in red trunks. After an intense make-out session, you were straddling his lap, his hardened bulge beneath your clothed core, hands in his hair, lips on his neck as you recovered your breath. “You’re always so soft” he murmurs against your neck as his hands stroke your back and arms, making you chuckle, you move your head to look at him, admiring the tattoos on his shoulder your mouth starts to salivate, but once your eyes connect you sigh in content “I love you, you big ol’ softie”.

Biting his lip, he grips your big thighs and flips you down, a yelp escaping your lips, once he’s on top of you, he starts peppering you with kisses starting with your face, “love was made for me and you doll” he says with a dopey smile, “Romeo and Juliet would be fucking jealous of us” he growls into your skin, the smell of your perfume driving him crazy, his words make you giggle “someone’s drunk” you tease but then you’re cut off, each sound he made as he worshiped your body was intoxicating, you couldn’t focus.

Nipping the crevice of your breasts he marks you, each gentle bite a declaration of his devotion to you, as his warm tongue laps up each mark, your back arches, he wants people to know that you let him own you, you want to be his, he’s completely ruined you for anyone and you’re happy about it. A particular harsh bite makes you gasp, making him preen. Moving down to your stomach, your breath starts to pick up, his kisses are more teeth and tongue, and he knows exactly where to kiss you, he knows your body better than you at this point, he knows how to get you begging for him.

Grabbing you by the ankles he pulls you towards him and takes off your panties before placing your legs on his broad tattooed shoulders, kneading your thick thighs, his fingers dig into your soft skin, Bucky starts leaving a trail of hot open kisses on your legs. Closing in on your core you start to squirm more “stay still sweetheart, I want to make you feel good”, taking a deep breath you grip the sheets, trying not to move too much, “you deserve to feel good baby, you deserve everything good in this world” he moans against your inner thigh “I’m going to give you the world, I promise” he whispers thinking you didn’t hear because of the state of your contorted face, chuckling he dives in.

Multiple orgasms and a two-hour nap later, both of you laid naked, Bucky on his back and your head on his chest with one leg over his waist, sheets crumpled and tossed aside, tracing your back with his finger Bucky stared at the ceiling, there was so much he wanted to say, but you just looked so damn peaceful in your sleep, and as if you read his thoughts, your voice interrupted his train of thought “You have something on your mind” you mumble with a sleepy voice and your eyes closed, in shock, Bucky laughs “how did you know?”, moving up your head to see him, you throw him your best smile “I’m not spilling my secrets just yet”.

You move away from his chest and lean your head on your hand, after he does the same he scrunches his nose “what did I do to deserve you?” he wonders out loud, biting the inside of your cheek you refrain from saying something corny, after a moment of silence “I meant what I said, you deserve the world, and I’m going to give it to you” he claims with a determined look you’ve never seen before, he really means it…

“Our wedding is gonna kick this wedding’s ass” he smirks, which makes you giggle, “you’re gonna get your college degree and be a hot-shot artist… I’ll get my act together, we’re gonna see the world, maybe get you knocked up” he whispers that last part with a wicked grin, your eyes widen, you can’t even picture yourself pregnant right now, but you’re not closed to the possibility. Hearing him talk about the future made you smile from ear to ear, holding his hand you bite your lip “I like the sound of that… but what made you think of all this?”, jumping on top of you he starts attacking you with kisses “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you sweetheart”, he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, arching your eyebrow, knowing he’s holding back makes him sigh “and also… I got a job offer”.

Love is all that I can give to you

It’d been 10 minutes since you parked outside of the bus station, neither of you spoke… you couldn’t, you’ve been dreading this day since the moment he told you he got a job (which he hasn’t been able to explain what it is exactly) in New York. Those last few months you spent every day together, barely being apart for more than two days, and of course you wanted to beg him to stay but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, deeply afraid of the answer you remained quiet.

Interrupting your train of thought you felt his hand nuzzle in your neck, but you immediately moved away from his touch, making his face drop, shaking your head you bit your lip trying to suppress a sob, with glassy eyes Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, and without even asking he cupped your face tightly, and kissed your forehead, a tear sliding down his face, “I’ll come back for you” he whispered and got out of the car.

You watched him leave you behind, your pride was begging you to start the car and go, but the ache in your heart wouldn’t allow it. Getting out of the car you shouted for him, following him inside you were able to reach him, both of you had red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and you couldn’t stand the thought of him being sad, even if it was his own doing. Taking a deep breath you took a step closer but still kept arm's length distance… like a stranger, as if you didn’t love him with everything you are, “why are you doing this to us?” you say with a shaky voice, willing yourself not to scream at him, lower lip trembling he tries to take a step closer but you back away, “I’m doing this for us!”, you shake your head, refusing to believe him, “ if you go there won’t be an us” you cry, at that Bucky storms towards you and grips your waist “no matter where we are I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine” he declares, those blue eyes piercing your soul, you knew he was right.

“Every moment we spent together, every touch, every conversation, they.still.matter, whether I’m a bus ride away or in fucking China, no matter how much time passes… there’s no me without you”, searching in his eyes for any lie or doubt you find none, so your hands fly to the back of his neck and you pull him for a passionate kiss.

As your tongues dance with each other, you grip his long hair and his fingers dig into your skin, definetely leaving a bruise for later, you don’t even mind, all you want is for him to stay… “please don’t leave me” you whisper against his lips in a last attempt to convince him, sniffling, he cups your face and musters a small smile, “if I stay, love is all I can give to you… and that’s not enough sweetheart” he pleads, almost letting his voice break, and before you could say anything back he rubs your temples, begging you to listen to him “right before my dad walked out on us, the last thing he said to me was provide, not even take care of your Ma, or look out for your sister, provide… being a shitty mechanic earning minimum wage ain’t gonna cut it anymore, my family deserves better than that, and you ARE my family doll, I need to do this and I need you to trust me”. He takes your hand and kissed your knuckles before placing it in his heart “will you?” he mouths, looking at you like you hold his entire world, and without a second thought you nod.

There’s so much more you want to say but as you checked the clock you knew his bus would leave soon, so you wrapped your arms around him and clung to him, finally letting out a propper sob as you felt him kiss your temple and neck. Staying like that for as long as you could… you being the first to let go, he cups your face like he’s done a million times before and kisses you, noses nudging each other you whisper “I love you Bucky”, nodding with glassy eyes, “I love you” he whispers back and finally walks away.

Two in love can make it

It wasn’t easy, being apart from him… no one really understood why you were so heartbroken “you were barely one year together” they all would say, you couldn’t blame them, saying it out loud, it did sound crazy, maybe it really was a fling, ‘young love’. As the time passed you learned it wasn’t just a fling, four years of college passed and you still had no desire to start a new relationship or even a simple hook up, not that you had many suitors but still, your love for your blue-eyed man never wavered. You stayed in contact, messaging as much as you could, a call at least once a month, they were bread crumbs but they kept you from starving.

Today had been a particularly hard day, you argued with your mom over the dirty dishes, ran out of money so you had to take the bus to work, ran late so you got yelled by your shitty boss, only to get yelled by a shitty customer, spilled hot coffee on yourself and to top it all, you forgot to bring your lunch… so it was safe to say that at the end of your shift you were more than done.

Shop empty, after cleaning everything spotless you went to the back to get your stuff and the sound of someone coming in made your stomach drop “rushing back front to tell them you were closed, your body froze and all words died on your tongue “You believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” the bastard said with a knowing smirk, your bad mood disappeared and without thinking twice, you ran towards his open arms, and oomph leaving his mouth as you crashed into him, arms immediately wrapping around his middle and his cradling your head.

Pulling away to get a better look at you he bites his lips “you haven’t aged a bit doll, still just as beautiful as the day I met ya” he says with a hand over his heart, swooning. He hadn’t aged as well, he was still an adonis but he did look different, he looked more buff (if that was even possible), he was wearing a perfectly tailored wide-lapel suit, his hair was cut short, a well-groomed beard around his face (you absolutely loved that) and even more tattoos, the ones on his hands and neck stood out the most for you, he looked impossibly good, he carried the same confidence but power oozed out of him.

Noticing you staring, blue eyes chuckled and took a step forward, the smell of mint- chocolate overwhelmed you, making your knees tremble, and as his face slowly approached yours, you realized that his hands were roaming your frame… “tell me you’re still mine” he breathed out, taking a gulp your hands slid up to his chest, “always Jamie” you desperately nodded, praying he would believe you, “are you?” you timidly asked, “taking a hold of your jaw, face impossibly close and yet not enough he nods “there is no me without you” and before your lips could touch, a man with a gun in hand walks into the shop, you inmediatelly grip Bucky’s arm “Sir we need to get going”, after dismissing him, Bucky turns to you with a pleading look “ready to come home?”, there were so many questions you wanted to ask, and you weren’t really sure if he meant your home, New York or somewhere else, but you went with your gut. Once you closed the shop, you followed him to the limo that was waiting outside, sitting next to him you took his hand and looked into his beautiful cerulean blue eyes, they were the same, you knew they were home, you knew it from the moment you saw him.

[ophernelia]

around the sets of lykaia: grocery shopping with rhiannon

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🥗 grocery scene | beer, jam & peanut butter, *carrots, *bell peppers, tomatoes, herbs, eggs, salt & pepper, coffee bags, olive oil, mustard, lemonade & dr pepper, cereal boxes, tote bag, water cases, juice cartons

🚗 car scene | car, red tote bag, brown paper bag, mesh tote bag, water cases, *bag of ingredients, shopping cart

*the original posts for these items could not be found, so they link to sfs. if i can find the links then i'll update them!

- thank you to all the cc creators!

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Hii! I love your lads fics so so much. They are simply soo good ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ i wanted to make a request if its okay with ya! As a person who loves cilantro and spicy food (I'm also a caleb and sylus girlie loll)

What if lads boys with a reader who likes the food they don't like.. how would they deal with it? XD

Eating Food They Hate- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you so much my angel MWAH i hope i did your request with justice ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ the way i would gladly eat all the carrots in the world so zayne would never have to see a carrot again and ik sylus would be sick of my ass bc i love eating spicy food .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

xavier always looks at your food suspiciously. your plate is always piled with vegetables and fruits and there was nothing unusual about that—except, it lacked meat. is it possible for a meal to be satisfying with little to no meat?

as you settle into your seat, ready to dig in, he shifts uneasily in front of you. “are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to eat?” his gaze flickers from you to your plate.

you nod, a little puzzled. “yes, i’m sure”

however he wasn’t convinced. you can always expect him to slip an extra plate beside yours or set aside a few pieces of meat that he knows you’ll enjoy, just in case. “here,” he offers, “take some of mine if you’d like. protein is good for you. it’ll help you grow strong and maybe you’ll even catch up to my score with the wanderers.”

Zayne:

zayne would never tell you not to eat vegetables. they’re good for you so why would he discourage you from doing so? he understands their nutritional value and benefits for your health. however you would never catch this doctor eating carrots.

every time carrots are found on his plate, you can always count on him to pick it off and place it neatly on your plate with a look of mild distaste crossing his face. he doesn’t understand why you enjoy eating them but he is grateful he isn’t wasting any food and that he doesn’t have to eat it.

as you pick up the gross orange vegetable to your mouth, zayne can’t bear to watch. he turns away every time as if the very sight of you chewing the most vile vegetable on the planet was too much to bear for him.

Rafayel:

simplicity enhances beauty. he tells himself that, trying to understand why you prefer to eat something as simple as a plain bland salad.

“cutie, do you want to try mine?” he asks, like he always does, holding the spoon out to you. of course, he would never push you to try anything new if you were feeling picky, he would understand and wouldn’t insist.

however, this doesn’t stop him from taking small steps. little by little, he’ll offer you bites of simple, fresh foods, that are nothing too overwhelming but just enough to tempt your taste buds without straying too far from your comfort zone

Sylus:

sylus doesn’t understand what’s so appealing about eating anything spicy. most of the time, it feels like pain rather than just flavor. every bite seems to scorch his tongue, leaving nothing but discomfort behind.

after you’ve had your fill of spice, he’ll look after you— not that he minds, of course. he just worries about the long-term effects of eating too much spicy foods and hates to see you fight for your life on the toilet constantly.

he’ll remind you not to eat it so often. however if you manage to build a tolerance, he’ll occasionally pick up something spicy for you whether it was snacks or finding new places for you to try. he knows how much you love it. sometimes, he’ll even grab a spicy-sour combo that he plans to try with you. perhaps it isn't so bad to try a combo that has a mix of something you both like.

Caleb:

caleb hated cilantro. he hated it so much that when you were both children, he made up a story to keep you from eating it. he told you a story that if you ate too much cilantro, you’d turn into a tree and you would never be able to play with him again. of course, you grew up and stopped believing in his silly story but it still irked him that you actually grew to love cilantro.

maybe it was childish that seeing you enjoy it bothered him. maybe it was the fact that you, the one person he loves, grew to love the very thing he despised.

caleb would never lie to you, except when it came to anything cilantro related. whenever you asked him to make a dish with cilantro in it, you could count on him to whip it up, just without the cilantro. and if you ever asked him about it, he’d always respond with a sweet smile, “they ran out at the grocery store. sorry pipsqueak! try this instead, it’s way better.”

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ thank you as always to my beta reader @ilovemitsuya ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg.2

[foreveragape]

𝐒𝐍𝚶𝐖 𝐂𝐑𝚬𝐀𝐌.

𓂋 ʚ♡ɞ author's note: birthday fic for beloved fang @prettyboykatsuki this is set in an omegaverse where male omegas also have knots just smaller than a male alphas. reader is gn (no gendered language is used for them) and afab. mentions of strap/knotting zayne next time LMFAO. this is not zayne's first heat but rather his first time sharing his heat with anyone. zayne used to on suppressants but him and reader are entering a phase of their relationship where he is going to be off them.

𓂋 ʚ♡ɞ warnings: 2. 18+, minors dni / established relationship / alpha reader / omega zayne / dry humping / kissing / vanilla sex / penetration / unprotected sex / creampie

You have always consider yourself an insightful person. The ability to read others is important, you are sure many others would agree. It’s been a handy gift especially when it comes to your boyfriend - the one incomparable Dr. Zayne Shen. A medical profession prodigy with a handsome face to match sometimes you stare at him and wonder which country you must have saved in the past life to be worthy of the man who hides his warmth behind a cold front. Countless times you have peered beyond his icy gleam and noticed the excited glimmer in his eyes when the candy in the windows of the shops you pass by look especially good or the downwards twitch of his lips when he sees carrots on his dish when the waiter sets down his order. It’s all incredibly endearing to you - like a world painted by the myriad of his expressions and it’s something only you are privy too.

A world that Zayne has always let you into, ever since you guys were kids running around the neighborhood. Even when he parents sat him down and explained to him what the results in the manila folder that came in the mail meant. Even when he had to skip years of school and not be able to see your mischievous face, round with baby fat. Zayne has always let you in, into his inner world filled with shaky hands and rimmed green eyes. It’s just how it’s always been for you two.

So you noticed, when he looked more pink than he should in the chilled morning when you had met up for brunch nine days ago. You had noticed the way he struggled in to take a breath after he made a quick stop at your apartment to retrieve a dress shirt he wanted to wear for a conference 4 days ago. You had noticed how he was dripping with a little more sweat than usual when you had gone to the gym together one day ago. And finally you had noticed, that for the entire time of today Zayne had not responded to your texts - not even one. After ringing up his office you find out that he hadn’t even go in for work, something happens as often as a blue moon.

It’s why you end up in his apartment building, eying up the windows until you get to his and in a see of golden light, his is the only on off. Sighing and adjusting your grip on the plastic bags in your hands, you manage to type in the code Zayne has shared with you to be let into the lobby of his apartment building and make your way to the elevator. The ride is quick and smooth, you simply spend the time peering into the bags to make sure you have everything you need. Freezable ice packs, electrolytes, aspirin, chicken stock, and fresh ginger in one bag. A heating pad, a plush from your room and a handful of your clothes in the other -

It is the ding of the elevator that breaks you out of your thoughts and you easily slip out by another man stepping into it and make your way down the hall. Trading one bag to another hand you fish out your key ring and fiddle with it until you get the key to the apartment’s door, the little bell on the plush snowman’s hat on your ring jingles with the motion. Right when you press the key in however you hear Zayne’s voice through the intercom of the camera he has by the door.

“I don’t feel well, you should go home. I apologize for worrying you.” It should rough and strained, and you roll your eyes a little when you hear his ragged intake of breath at the tail end of his sentence.

“I know you don’t feel good - that’s why I came. Just open the door I’m not scared or anything.” You call out flatly, turning the key until you hear the lock click in place. A beat goes by, and you know you can just let yourself in but you still your hand on the doorknob and speak instead.

“Come on baby,” you lowered your voice to drawl. Something warm and kind. “Let me take care of you like I should, okay?”

A second beat passes and in your hand the door knob turns with you even squeezing your fist around it. The scent of an omega’s heat hits you after the door is first cracked open and then it’s followed by the sight of Zayne, panting as he peers down at you with something dark in the hazel of his eyes. Dressed in a gray t shirt that is damp with sweat at the neck and blue flannel pants, you can get more of his scent than you have ever before. Marshmallow sweetness and warm chocolate surround you as a hand goes around your wrist, pulling you in and closing the door behind you.

You barely have a chance to set the bags in your hand down before two scared arms are wrapping around you and holding you close. A sharp nose is felt rubbing against your cheek, pressing down until you feel it at the curve of your jaw and you smile when you hear him take a deep whiff of you. You coo something at him, letting your hands comes to wrap around his beck and you feel his back tense at your touch. At your voice. At your scent.

When your hand crawls up to play with the cropped hairs of the back of head you can hear him whine into your skin in pleased defeat at the touch.

“Trying to get off your suppressants like we talked about, aren’t you?” You ask voice still soft as you run your fingers through his dark hair. Zayne doesn’t move but he nods a pink ear pulsing with warmth against your skin. You hum and tilt your head into him until your lips can press a kiss to his temple.

“Should have told me when you woke up baby. Could have prepared a little more.” You whisper to him letting your own scent rub off on him, encouraging him until there is a soft sheen of your scent oils on his nose. He sighs against, voice even more frayed at the ends now that you are here - just like he was afraid of.

“I worried it would drive you off, seeing me be so…” He trails off before finishing his sentence as a strong shiver breaks out over his body. You pull away just to see the half lidded, lip bitten look his gives you as a drop of sweat drips down his brow. Thumbing it away you speak to him - warm but concise.

“Go to your bedroom and strip. Then wait for me.” It’s like a parting of the fog in his eyes as he listens to you, nodding and stepping away he is at the corner of the hall. Before disappearing from your line of sight he turn to look at your with wide, wanting green eyes one last time as he makes the turn. You sigh but it’s fond, its too much for you sometimes - have a boyfriend as adorable as yours. Shrugging off your coat, you set it on the coat rack he keeps by the door. And as you step out of his spacious kitchen after you put away all of the ingredients you brought, you really wouldn’t want it any other way.

The bedroom door is left open for you, the sight makes you smile as you see him in his bed. In an unusual Zayne fashion his clothes are left crumpled on the floor with his face tucked into one of his pillows. From here you see the pink on his ears and how it trails down his broad back, his skin glimmering in a light sheen of sweat. You announce yourself to him, knocking gently on the door so he turns to peer at you with wide eyes. Going round the corner of the bed until you are right in front of him, bringing the back of your hand to his forehead only to his at how hot his skin is to the touch.

When you go to move it, his hand comes around your wrist and keeps it there, sighing in relief from how good it felt to have your cool skin against his flushed brow. A smile blooms across your face, like frost around the petals of a rose.

“Feels good, huh? Not used to me being the cold one and you bring the warm one though.” You tease half halfheartedly, just to try to make him smile a bit and as usual even in this state it works - Zayne always indulges you as long as he is able to. Even with the frayed edges of his brain capacity as he waits the second wave of his heat to hit him. Letting him have what he wants you still your hand, letting it rest against him until his eyes have shut. Humming fondly, you pull away to start undressing.

When you are done, you look up only to be greeted with a pair of eyes watching you with faithful attention - the green of his pupils consumed by the black of his pupils. Joining him on the bed without saying much, any teasing remark on your tongue dies when Zayne is so quick to take you into his embrace, pushing and nuzzling into your neck to take in your scent by the mouthful. His tongue even comes out to press a timid lick against the gland to taste your scent, his alpha’s scent.

“Come on baby,” You stutter out with a laugh but your body betrays your words. Just as Zayne succumbs to what his body is screaming at him to indulge in yours is telling you to take, to take care of the omega here before you who is so sweet it makes your teeth ache with him pressing so close against you - skin to skin like this. “Gotta let me keep my head straight.”

He makes a noise as close as a whine as he can get.

“Need you - need you closer to me now please.”

What kind of alpha does it make you, when you give into an omega’s first plea so easily? As you bring his face to yours to kiss ; to taste the hint of your scent and the salt of your skin on his tongue you can’t help agonize - what a terrible alpha you are, to be swayed with a single sentence, all experience and decorum out the window. Zayne deeps the kiss, pressing his waist against you and you feel the first trembling hump of his hips against the softness of your stomach. Rolling underneath him you encourage the motion, pulling away to breathe against his lips.

“Good boy, make yourself feel good for me.” The reaction is instant and you feel a rush that you know you will get addicted to. The face the perfect, handsome doctor makes as he ruts at your softness like a man possessed is downright lewd - face pink, eyes hazed over and glistening with his mouth ajar. You feel yourself grow slick, grinning like madness has over taken you as you decided then and there you’d do anything to make him make that face for you.

Again and again.

You know what to do, pressing his face into your chest, so he mouth at your skin mindlessly as he ruts against you. Cooing all sorts of lovingly vulgar things into his pink ears, nipping at them because you just can’t help yourself. It doesn’t help that he lets out the cutest whines when you scrape your teeth against the sensitive skin. The pace of his hips picks up and you can’t help but chuckle into his ear.

“You’re gonna cum, huh?” His hair, damp with sweat from the feverish lust that clouds his every though is soft against you as he nods at your words. “So cute. Can’t believe you tried to keep this from me.”

He moans, clear against your skin.

“I’m sorry, sorry. I won’t do it again please -“ It’s like a siren song, his desperation being heard right into your ear. It makes you coo, like when holding a baby kitten for the first time. Raking your fingers through his hair one more time you tug, hard enough to make him gasp and with an arch of his back Zayne cums all over your stomach. You busy yourself by pressing kisses to what you can reach, his dew cheeks and temples. In doing so you fail to see how his cock retained its stiffness, red and pulsing until you feel your thighs being spread apart.

You let him, leaning back until his plush pillows as the head of his cock presses against your hole and slips in with no resistance.

Whistling as it slides all the in, gasping at when he hits the parts you that feel the most pleasurable. Giving him the show a beautiful omega deserves, you keep his head in the palms of your hands. Zayne rolls his hips back, watching how your mouth drops open to gasp from how good it feels to have him push back in. With his jaw hanging open he moans your name - loud and high with ruining desperation painting every syllable of your name.

“Next time,” you pant out almost delirious with the lust warming your body to the core. Something vicious curls in your gut when you see how his eyes have grown misty with tears, “Tell me and I’ll knot you good and proper like an alpha should.”

The reaction is instant, and all that you wanted and more.

Zayne cums. With tears dripped down his feverish face and your name the only thing he can say his knot pops into your hole, keeping his release pressed into you. He collapses, his heat's second wave crashing over his sore body as he groans into your flesh.

Unabashedly, with enough force that it vibrates on your skin. Much louder than any other noise he's made for you the whole night. Giggling you tuck him against you, keeping him there until his knot has gone down and you'll fret over him like your instincts tell you too. Pressing a final kiss to his eyelid, his green eyes fluttered open just to look at you one last time before exhaustion overtakes him.

"Thank you... my alpha."

[forevamark]

4. the unbearable truth | time lapse l.mk

Pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

Tags: pre idol debut to idol au, christmas and new years time line, slice of life moments, college student reader, substantial plot leading to smut, very dialogue heavy, angsty moments, slow burn, relationship struggle, lovers to exes to lovers

Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.

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Word Count : 5.5k+

Summary: Mark has always had the dream of becoming a big music star, meanwhile your aspirations lied with academics and coexisting with Mark. Mark struggles with telling reader that he will be leaving for Korea to pursue his music career very soon, in fear of losing what they have.

warnings are under the tab for chapters that apply.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I'm trying to graduate rn just like y/n :( but enjoy the angst train!!

December 14, 2023

The creak of the old wooden floors under Mark’s socks was a sound he hadn’t realized he missed until now. The familiar scent of his mom’s cooking wafted through the house, mingling with the faint lavender detergent she always used for the curtains. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching his dad flip through a worn photo album at the dining table.

“This one’s from the camping trip back in 2015,” his dad said, tilting the album for Mark to see. The photo showed a group huddled around a campfire, their faces lit by the warm glow. Mark was in the middle, arms slung around someone who was laughing—someone who wasn’t supposed to still make his heart twist like this.

His mom glanced over his dad’s shoulder and immediately caught her slip-up. “Oh, Mark, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Y/N was in this one,” she said, her voice tinged with regret.

Mark forced a small smile, waving it off. “It’s fine, Mom. Really.”

But it wasn’t. Not entirely.

They moved on to the next page, yet the conversation seemed to circle back to you, no matter how much they tried not to.

“Oh! Remember that Thanksgiving when Y/N helped me bake those carrot cookies?” his mom said before catching herself. She winced. “I mean—uh, anyway, you used to love that carrot cookie recipe.”

Mark exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I remember.”

His dad chuckled, oblivious. “She was always such a great sport about all your mom’s baking experiments. You two used to make a good team in the kitchen.”

“Dad.”

His father finally looked up, realizing his mistake, and his face softened. “Sorry, son. I know it’s... a touchy subject.”

Mark shrugged, swallowing the lump in his throat. “It’s fine. Let’s just... talk about something else.”

The room fell into a brief, awkward silence, broken only by the clatter of dishes as his mom set the table. After a moment, she sat down across from Mark, her expression unusually serious.

“Mark,” she began, her voice gentle but firm, “I know we keep slipping up, but... maybe it’s because we can’t help but associate so many happy memories with her. She was such a big part of your life. And I think—maybe—you miss her, too.”

Mark stiffened, his gaze dropping to the table. “Mom...”

“And not just her,” she pressed. “I think you miss a lot of things. Home, maybe. The simpler times. The you who didn’t have so much pressure on his shoulders.”

His jaw tightened, and he let out a slow breath. “I’m fine. I chose this path, remember? I wanted to go to Korea, to chase my dreams. And I’m doing okay.”

“You are,” she agreed, her eyes softening. “But that doesn’t mean it’s easy. And it doesn’t mean you don’t feel lonely sometimes.”

He looked up at her, his defenses cracking under the warmth of her gaze. “I... yeah. I miss her. And I miss home sometimes. But leaving was something I had to do, Mom. I couldn’t stay here and wonder ‘what if’ my whole life.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “But it’s okay to miss what you had, even while you’re building something new. It doesn’t make you any less brave or successful.”

Mark leaned back in his chair, the weight of her words settling over him. “I guess... I’ve just been trying not to think about it. About her. Or what I left behind.”

“You don’t have to bury it, honey,” she said. “Feel it. Remember it. And then let it be part of what drives you forward, not what holds you back.”

Mark nodded slowly, his chest feeling a little lighter, though the ache remained. Maybe it always would. 

The table was quiet for a long moment, the hum of the old fridge filling the space. Mark sat there, his fingers gripping the edge of his chair as his mom’s words echoed in his mind.

He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but instead, a choked sound escaped. He quickly looked away, blinking rapidly as the pressure in his chest grew unbearable.

“Mark?” his mom asked softly, leaning forward.

“I’m fine,” he said hoarsely, shaking his head. But his voice cracked, betraying him.

Before he could stop himself, his head fell into his hands, and the tears came.

“I miss her, Mom,” he said, his voice muffled but thick with emotion. “I miss her so much.”

His mom was at his side in an instant, her arms wrapping around him. She didn’t say anything, just held him as he let everything out.

“I miss everything,” he continued, his words spilling out like a dam had burst. “I miss sneaking into her house at night, trying not to wake her parents. I miss the way she’d laugh at my stupid jokes, even when they weren’t funny. I miss how she’d make me feel like I could do anything, like I was invincible. And I miss home—your cooking, Dad’s dumb stories, the way things used to be before I left.”

His shoulders shook as he let out a shaky breath, his hands clenching into fists. “I thought I could just leave and be okay, but I’m not. I’m not okay, Mom.”

She rubbed his back soothingly, her heart breaking for him. “Oh, Mark... it’s okay to feel this way. You’ve been holding all of this in for so long, haven’t you?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “I thought I could just keep moving forward, you know? Like if I focused on my career, it wouldn’t hurt so much. But every time I think about her, it feels like... like I can’t breathe.”

His dad, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “You know, son, sometimes the things we try to leave behind have a way of sticking with us. And maybe that’s not such a bad thing. It just means it mattered.”

Mark wiped his face with the back of his hand, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I still love her, Dad. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.”

His dad nodded, a small, understanding smile on his face. “Love like that doesn’t just go away. But the question is—what are you going to do about it?”

Mark looked up, his eyes red and glassy. “I don’t even know if she’d want to hear from me. It’s been so long. What if she’s moved on?”

“Maybe she has,” his mom said gently. “But you’ll never know unless you try. And even if she has, at least you’ll have said what’s in your heart. You deserve that closure, Mark, whether it’s a new beginning or a final goodbye.”

He let those words sink in, the weight of them settling alongside the ache in his chest. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to think about the possibility of reaching out—not just to her, but to all the parts of himself he’d tried so hard to leave behind.

“I’ll think about it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

His mom squeezed his shoulder, her smile warm and reassuring. “That’s all I ask.”

“You’ll always be tethered together you two,” she starts with a warm smile, “you two spent so much of your lives together, it’s not good to keep them buried. It’s good that you still care about her. I know it may not look like it, but deep down she’s still tethered to you.”

And as Mark sat there, the smell of his mom’s cooking filling the room and his parents’ presence grounding him, he realized that maybe it was time to stop running—from his past, from his feelings, and most of all, from her.

“I need to get her back,” he said straightening out his posture and composing himself, “this isn’t right without her.”

“There we go Mark!” his dad said while getting up to hug him, “you don’t give up.”

Mark was going to your graduation, and you were going to fall back in love with him.

December 15, 2023

The morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating your small apartment with a soft, golden glow. You stood in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, your graduation gown draped over your shoulders. Your fingers smoothed the fabric absently, your heart caught somewhere between excitement and an ache you couldn’t quite ignore.

Your gaze shifted to the black cap resting on your desk, its surface decorated with tiny, carefully arranged rhinestones and a bold quote in gold lettering: hello, future!

Mark had insisted on helping you with it, staying up late one night despite his own schedule being packed. He’d teased you for picking a simple quote but still carefully glued each gem, making sure it was perfect. You remembered the way his face lit up when you two finished, his arm slung around your shoulders as you admired your work.

You bite your lip, willing yourself not to cry.

You turned back to the mirror, adjusting the cap over your styled hair. Your eyes caught the delicate heels on the floor, pristine and elegant, a stark contrast to how you felt inside. Mark had worked overtime to save up for them, presenting them with a goofy grin and a note that read, For my rockstar, who shines brighter than any stage light.

Your chest tightened as you slipped them on. You hadn’t worn them since your breakup.

Walking into the living room, you froze at the sight of the couch. It was still the same soft, slightly worn piece of furniture where you two had spent countless nights. The memories flooded in uninvited: Mark sprawled out with his guitar, humming softly while you reviewed her notes; the way he’d throw a blanket over you two as you drifted off during late-night study sessions; the quiet comfort of his presence as you dreamed of your futures.

Your throat closed up, and you sank onto the couch, your fingers tracing the armrest. A small brown stain reminding you of your favorite take out, and the small things that only Mark would know at the perfect time. 

The weight of the moment hit you all at once. 

You were about to graduate, something you had both worked so hard for, but he wasn’t here to celebrate with you.

As you rested your head against the cushions, your cap slipping slightly to the side. Tears welled in your eyes, and this time, you didn’t fight them.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this without you,” you whispered into the empty room.

Your voice wavered, breaking under the weight of emotions you’d kept buried for months. 

You missed him—more than you wanted to admit. Mark had been there for everything: your late-night breakdowns, your victories, your dreams. And now, as you stood on the brink of achieving one of their shared milestones, the absence of him felt unbearable.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened up, brushing away your tears. You reached for your phone and opened the private photo gallery, scrolling through old pictures of you two. There you two were, smiling brightly, you in his hoodie and him grinning as he held your favorite drink in one hand and peace signs in the other.

Your thumb hovered over his contact, the familiar name staring back at you like a ghost of the past. You wondered if he was thinking about you today—or if he even remembered the cap, the shoes, the promises you made on this very couch.

Your phone buzzed suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was your photographer, letting you know they were ready to start.

As you stood, taking one last look around the apartment, the memories lingered, but so did your determination. You adjusted your cap, forcing a small smile in the mirror.

“Here’s to moving forward,” you murmured, even as your heart whispered, 

But I still miss you.

With that, you grabbed your bag and stepped out the door, leaving behind the echoes of a love she wasn’t sure she’d ever fully let go of.

–

The sun was unforgiving as it bore down on the packed university auditorium, the air abuzz with excitement and the murmur of proud families gathered to celebrate their graduates. Seungcheol sat near the top of the auditorium, nervously adjusting the collar of his white button-up for the hundredth time. It was already perfectly straight, but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. He glanced down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand—roses, lilies, and baby’s breath, a group of flowers he bought from Winn Dixie.

“She’s going to love these,” he muttered under his breath, though his voice lacked conviction.

Nearby, your family huddled in a tight circle, their expressions a mix of anticipation and mild irritation as they avoided looking his way. He had made his presence more than known since arriving—offering to carry their things, insisting on getting the best seats, and loudly recounting stories of how Y/N had stayed up late preparing for her exams, as if they didn’t already know.

“Is he ever going to stop talking?” your older brother whispered to your mom, who responded with a barely concealed sigh.

“Doubt it,” your dad grumbled, crossing his arms. His sharp glare cut across the distance between them, and Seungcheol froze mid-step as if the weight of their collective disdain had finally hit him.

Still, he wasn’t the type to give up. He tightened his grip on the bouquet and plastered on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I just want to make today special for her,” he murmured to himself, more determined than ever.

“Oh we know, Seungcheol,” your mom sighed while patting his shoulder and sitting next to him, “I think they’re about to walk out now.”

–

You straightened your cap one more time, as Pomp and Circumstance played in the background. 

It’s time! All of this hard work, it’s time!

The crowd erupted into congratulatory cheers as your graduating class walked out. The journey to your seat felt like a blur. Your leg tapped incessantly waiting through all of the fluff and pleasantries from your esteemed professors. And soon enough, it was your time to walk.

Your row stood together heading towards the stage, and you wince as you hear Seungcheol calling out to you, clearly disregarding the current students’ names being called. You look over to him, your family trying yet failing to get him to pipe down. 

His grin was infectious, but you were burning red in embarrassment. The large gaudy balloons behind him stared back at you. As you awaited your turn, your eyes scanned the crowd full of familiar faces from the library and just soaking in the moment.

And as the universe would have it, your eyes meet a single hooded and masked figure in a light blue button up. His phone was up clearly pointed at you.

Mark.

Wow, he really came! You couldn’t believe it and the confidence soared through you fleetingly as you felt yourself being pushed forward to hand your name card to the staff member reading out names.

“Y/n, Y/LN!”

You felt a rush of anxiety roll off you as you shakily walked across the stage to shake the dean’s hand. 

“Breath, y/n, you’re finally done!” 

You follow their advice and plaster a giant smile towards the camera.

Your friends and family’s cheers were loud but Seungcheol’s was embarrassingly aggressive.

Your ears pick up another voice from the other side of the auditorium. 

Mark stood jumping up and down, holding his phone tightly and just about fell over through the row in front of him.

He chanted your name and for some reason, it all felt right.

This is the moment you always wanted.

You smile all the way back to your seat.

As Seungcheol didn’t relent on his own parade of accolades and cat calling, Mark sat down and watched you in awe.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” he whispered.

–

“Congratulations!” Seungcheol said as he held out the bouquet and obnoxious balloons, his grin impossibly wide. “You were amazing up there! You looked so good, and I mean wow this dress—”

“Thank you,” you cut him off gently, taking the flowers and squeezing his hand to calm his nerves. Or was it your nerves… what was Mark doing here? I mean yeah your heart is soaring at the fact he came- WHAT? NO!

He smiles at you wildly, pulling his hand away to engulf you in a giant rocking hug. You embrace him back, letting out the sigh you have been holding in for hours now.

This is fine. 

Yup. 

Your father cleared his throat loudly, a not-so-subtle reminder that they were watching. 

“Alright, family picture time!” Seungcheol announced, clapping his hands together. “I’ll take it for you. Everyone line up!”

Your mom raised an eyebrow, her tone as sharp as ever. “We were just about to do that, actually.”

“Perfect timing, then!” he replied, oblivious to the sarcasm.

As your family reluctantly shuffled into position, Y/N placed a hand on Seungcheol’s arm. “Maybe... let them lead this one,” you whispered.

Seungcheol blinked, his enthusiasm deflating ever so slightly. “Right. Of course. Family moment.” He stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Seungcheol backed away slowly, trying to make himself busy by staring at the nearby tree… which of course Mark just so happened to be standing by, watching the entire interaction, his body in mid turn, awaiting to retreat into the crowd. He was embarrassed to even show up… you’re happy right?

Their eyes met with quick anger and jealousy.

Mark’s arms filled with white and pink tulips- your favorite, and the build-a-bear box tucked in his palm.

Seungcheol was about to storm towards him but was quickly whisked away to take a picture with you. 

You sported a tight lipped smile as his arm found it’s way to your waist. 

 As Mark watched you hug Seungcheol, he felt the familiar tug at his heart of seeing you and and him at Izaiah’s party the other week. Angst, hurt, and jealousy flowed through him, but most of all envy and cowardness.

Mark’s shoulders hung low, and he turned around trying to find the quickest and quietest exit. 

“Mark, right?” he heard a small voice say from next to him.

He turned to see the build a bear employee from the mall.

“I could tell from the box, have you found her yet?” she asked excitingly.

“Yeah, I did,” he responds sadly.

“Well, why do you still have everything in your arms? I don’t know… give it to her, maybe?” she laughs.

Mark sighs meeting her gaze. Oh? She’s in a full graduation cap and gown, how rude of him! 

“Oh! Uhm…ha, Congrats to you! My apologies for having you stop me while I burden you with my …problems,”

“Thank you,” she smiles with hands on her hips, “My name is Camille by the way.”

“Mark,” he says with a small smile.

“Like we didn’t already know that haha…” she pushes him lightly.

As Camille tried to convince Mark to approach you, he was so in his head that he didn’t notice the longing eyes from you just yards away. 

So this is how he moves on, huh? And to think he cared! All this time, it was for his new girl…

The girl pushes him lightly causing him to chuckle and it feels like someone stabbed you in the stomach. She looks over at his bouquet and take it out of his hands, smelling the fresh tulips. It feels like someone is twisting a knife around in your stomach.

And the cherry on top of killing you slowly was watching him hug her tightly with his eyes closed.

Your aura was palpable to your friends and family, almost as they can envision the slow bleeding out of your heart as you watched the interaction.

“How about we head to dinner now, y/n,” Kathy says to you softly from your right.

“Who even is she anyways?” Izaiah says from your left.

“The new graduate is riding with me of course!” Seuncheol announces while slinging an arm around you, “just let me take care of something first.” 

You nod lightly and walk over to your mom explaining the plans to meet up for the gathering. Seungcheol kept his smile plastered until you were lost in the crowd. His eyes narrowed as he pushed his way over to meet Mark.

“So what did you graduate with?” Mark smiles lightly before taking the flowers back from Camille’s arms.

“Got a lot of nerve showing up here, Big Shot,” Seungcheol hisses out while bumping into him.

“It was psychology…” Camille says with a questioning glare between the both of them.

“Thank god you moved on,” Seungcheol laughs before looking at Camille, “Careful with this one!”

“I think I see what’s going on here…” she says with a tight lip, “Mark, this will be an easy win for you don’t worry.” 

Mark laughs lightly while taking in a deep breath, “Thanks Camille. Enjoy your day, congratulations again.” Camille walks off while shaking her head, but not without a hard shoulder check towards Seungcheol.

“Of course I would be here for her big day, I’ve been there every step of the way.”

“You were, now you’re not. Just give it up, bro,” Seungcheol says while moving closer to Mark, his own frame towering over him, “Look at her, yeah,” he turns Mark to align with you smiling with the balloons around you, “That’s the face a girl makes when she’s happy. That’s the face a girl makes when you treat her right,” if that wasn’t enough he whispers into Mark’s ear, “That’s the face a girl makes when she moves on from a little bitch.” 

Mark shakes in pain. 

You look so happy.

“Can’t you just let her go? For her.” 

Mark’s hands loosen on the bouquet of tulips in his hands. 

You look so much more happy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take these off your hands,” Seungcheol says with a smirk, “Thanks man, didn’t think she was a tulip girl,” he grips Mark’s arm as he seeths out a final, “Stay the fuck away from her. It would be a shame if you can’t perform due to…say a broken leg?”

Mark stands still as tears well in his eyes. 

“Cheol!” he can hear you calling out for him.

“I’m coming babe!” he yells out and let’s go of Mark while walking over to meet you.

“There you are, time to go now,” you smile, not evening noticing Mark’s sulking in the background.

“Just had to surprise you one last time,” he grins and engulfing you in a hug, turning just slightly to wink at Mark.

“Tulips! How did you know they’re my favorite?”

Because of me. Mark tries to say, but his voice fails him. 

Seungcheol sneaks a cheeky kiss on your temple, “Wait I think I dropped my keys one sec! You keep walking I know you walk slow in those heels.”

You roll your eyes and walk away, Seungcheol running up to Mark one last time, “Almost forgot!” He snatches the build a bear box right out of his hands, “Thanks Mark, you always did know what to get her!”

His eyes never leave you as you trot along in your heels towards the parking lot. Amidst the throbbing pain in his chest, a realization hit him.

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. So much so he bent over and leaned against the tree to hold him up. Maniacal, he sounded. 

If you didn’t love him anymore, why did you wear those heels?

—-

The cool December air hums with laughter and the flickering glow of fairy lights were strung across the backyard. The scent of barbecue and freshly cut grass lingers in the air, mixing with the distant sound of chatter and music. It’s your graduation party—your moment. After the past year, after all the pain, the doubt, the nights where you thought you’d never make it through, you finally have something to celebrate.

So why does it still feel so… unreal?

“Hey,” Kathy nudges you, pulling you from your thoughts. “You should actually enjoy this, you know? This is everything you worked for.” She gives you a pointed look before taking a sip from her cup. “You deserve to be happy.”

You exhale, trying to let the words sink in, but there’s a part of you that still hesitates. You glance around at the people who have come to celebrate—your family, your friends, even the neighbors who barely know you but showed up for the free food. It’s all so perfect. Too perfect.

“It just doesn’t feel real yet,” you admit, voice quieter than you intended.

Kathy smiles, but there’s a knowing glint in her eyes. “Well, it is. And if you don’t start acting like it, I will personally make you.”

Before you can respond, another voice cuts through the air.

“Oh, come on, are we really just gonna ignore the elephant in the room?”

You turn to see Izaiah, standing with his arms crossed, shaking his head in clear disapproval. He doesn’t even bother lowering his voice as he jerks his chin toward the other side of the yard, where Seungcheol is deep in conversation with your uncle.

“Because that guy? He’s the worst.”

Your stomach tightens. “Izaiah, not now.”

“Nah, now is the perfect time,” he presses, stepping closer. “We’re all thinking it, Y/N. I literally just talked to your brother about him. He sucks! You’ve been pretending to be happy, but you don’t have to force it. Yes, you have been out more, but it doesn’t feel like you. You’ve had a rough year, sure, but that doesn’t mean you have to settle for some guy who acts like a dick every time he speaks.”

Kathy chokes on a laugh, trying to play it off when you glare at her.

“Hey he’s funny!” Kathy chuckles, “He pulled our girl out of her funk.”

“Are dumb or are you stupid? She’s still in the funk! Girl open you’re eyes!” Izaiah exclaims.

“Zai, I’m fine,” you say, the words coming out sharper than you intended.

“Are you?” He doesn’t budge. “Because you don’t look like someone who just got their life back on track. You look like someone trying really, really hard to convince themselves they’re okay.”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, your mom’s voice rings out from the deck.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s head on inside, it’s getting pretty cold. It’s time for presents!”

The conversation halts, tension still thick in the air. You force a smile and step away, feeling Izaiah’s gaze linger on you, filled with something dangerously close to concern.

“Everything is fine. This is what I have always wanted.”

“We’re not done talking about this.” Zai rolls his eyes and looks at Kathy, “Can’t believe you support dating this child of a man.”

“We’re not dating, yet.” you whisper.

“He’s hot!” Kathy shouts at him as she watches Zai pull a middle finger at her from behind his retreating frame.

Seungcheol was at the door girating his hips while beckoning everyone inside with some silly shouting. 

Zai turns around one last time to shoot you both a disappointed glare.

“Well, he can be hot at times…” Kathy takes back.

As you make your way to the stack of neatly wrapped gifts, you push down the words you don’t want to admit are true. Maybe Izaiah isn’t wrong. Maybe you are pretending. Maybe you aren’t as happy as you want to be.

But tonight isn’t the time to think about that.

Tonight, you’re supposed to celebrate.

Even if you don’t quite know how.

-

You sit on the cushioned patio chair, a pile of torn wrapping paper and envelopes gathering at your feet as the night continues with your loved ones around you. Your dad stands nearby, his phone raised, recording every moment while your friends and family watch with warm smiles.

“Alright, last one,” you say, reaching for the final gift on the table.

The moment your fingers brush against the box, a flicker of recognition sparks in your chest. It’s a Build-A-Bear box—white with blue stars, the signature handle looped through the top. A few people chuckle knowingly, but you can’t bring yourself to look up just yet. 

And then you see it.

“Whose this one from?” You raise an eyebrow at the only left suspect.

“Guess who!” he laughs uncomfortably.

You barely notice as you get up to sit next to him, “So which one did you get me?”

“It’s a surprise!” he says with a smirk.

Your hands feel a little too steady as you carefully lift the lid, peeling back the tissue paper inside. A plush bunny, soft brown fur, wearing a tiny graduation cap and gown. Your stomach clenches as you pull it out, holding it in your lap. There’s a faint weight to it, heavier than a normal stuffed animal. 

“This is so cute!” Kathy gleams from the side holding her camera up, “look over here for a pic!”

Izaiah rolls his eyes again as you two get scooched together for a picture.��

You turn the bunny to look at you, and you couldn’t help but have a wide grin.

“You like it?” Seungcheol asks oddly smug.

“Of course, I love it,” you say with a small peck to his cheek, “wait I didn’t know you put a voice recording in it!”

“Oh!” Seungcheol exclaims while grabbing the bunny out of your arms and holding it out of your reach, “Forgot about that sorry!”

“Well, let me hear it!” you say confused.

“Let’s hear it, lover boy!” your dad playfully yells from the side with his camera out.

“Uh… it’s a little personal don’t worry guys just a bit embarrassed…” he sweats.

“Just play the fucking bunny, y/n!” Zai shouts grabbing the stuffed animal out of his hands and throwing it at you. 

The audience in front of you cheering for you to press it.

“Y/n, don’t-”

You press the little button on it’s hand.

The audio begins with an undeniable stutter.

A stutter that makes everyone go silent, you gasp.

“Is it on? Okay. U-uh hi Y/n, congrats. You finally did it. I can’t believe you’re already done. Just know that I have never stopped thinking about you. Every time I’m at the studio, practice – fuck I just wish I would have known that chasing my dreams meant losing you. I wouldn’t have picked this. It was supposed to be us, everything I sing, it’s about you. It’s so hard without you. But. This is the life we live in. I’m happy that you’re happy. This bunny represents your dreams and all starting. Y/n. I can’t wait to read your book one day. Just know I’ll always love y–.”

The audio cuts right before he finished. A silent sob overflows. 

“y/n,” Seungcheol says while reaching out for you.

“Go home.” Zai says cutting him off, using his body as a barrier.

“I just-” 

“Go home,” Kathy sighs while ushering him away.

“Alright party’s over everyone!” Your mom calls out solemnly gesturing for everyone to leave.

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Seungcheol... i'm bout to beat you up!!!

hehe anyways, sorry this took so long :(

as always, lmk your thoughts, questions, predictions... lowk the more the better it makes me feel motivated to post these bc it reminds me that there are people who will actually read my works and it's not just a little hobby to satisfy my delulu <3

xoxo eva

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everything that i'll never be | kim mingyu . seventeen

You'll never be his first and that bothers you, that she had his heart before you ever did.

genre: angst, relationship problems, insecure! reader. Mentions of self-harm.

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She's so much better than you. In so many ways.

There's no way you can compete. You're not even competition to her. Come on, it's almost as if trying to compare a Ferrari to a stupidly tiny honda that would break down whenever it had to breach the motorway.

This is how envious you are of the girl that once had your boyfriend's heart.

And you hate yourself for it, because every argument that arises is because of that sole reason; you can't stand the thought of her having him first. You can't stand the thought that Mingyu had the opportunity, all his firsts, with a girl that was someone other than you.

Which is why the words suddenly fly out of your mouth one day without warning.

"How was she like? Your ex?"

The words sound raw and painful, even coming from your mouth. You hate it. You hate yourself the most at this particular moment. Even more so when Mingyu stops in mid-action and blinks at you like you've just told him you'd committed a first-degree murder.

It's not that it's surprising. It's just that-- more so -- it's been six years. Six years already, and you still haven't gotten over it. So there is, ultimately, a problem. With you.

Mingyu lowers the knife he's been using to chop the carrots into tiny thin slices. He suggested bringing duck to your annual family dinner this Christmas, which you thought was a good idea, until you realized the amount of preparation that came along with it.

So here you are, on a beautiful 24th December night with the snow falling like soft petals along the sky line, making sure that the duck that you've put into the oven a few minutes ago isn't roasting itself to death.

"Why are you asking now?" is Mingyu's question.

You shrug half-heartedly in an attempt to show him that it isn't that much of a big deal whether he answers your question or not. Though it is, as you keep your eyes trailed on the timer on your phone, "I had a nightmare," you admit.

"About?" his eyebrow raises a fraction, body stilling to await your answer.

You struggle to find something coherent, put together, that doesn't sound so lame once you say it out loud because god forbid it is the most childish thing to think of when it's been six years of your relationship.

And yet, she's still the gap, that empty space, that lingers between the two of you like the unsaid corpse filling the room.

"About you," you pause, "and her."

Mingyu lets out a soft breath, "Y/N, we can't be having this conversation six years down the line. I love you, and I'm with you--"

"I know that." he doesn't have to talk to you like you're a child.

"Then why are you still on about her when clearly you're the one I've chosen to be with for the rest of my life?" the hurt in his voice is real and it makes your heart ache with guilt. You shouldn't have asked him anything in the first place. You know, more than anyone, that Mingyu would steal the moon for you had you asked for it. It's undoubtable, the love that he bears for you, the way his eyes find yours across the room like you're the sun that makes his earth rotate.

He continues now, pent-up frustration laced in his alto. Almost like he's about to cry, "it hurts me too, to hear you talk about her over and over again. It gets tiring after a while, Y/N. I'm tired of it, honestly."

"Alright," tears prick at your eyelids but you refuse to blink, gaze permanently latched onto the oven as you fight against the flood of emotion building in the pit of your stomach, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you anything, but--"

"it's not doing you any good either. So why do you do this to yourself? What triggered it?" he's on a roll now, not caring what you have scrambled for an answer, the need to hear your reason a priority in comparison to the millions of excuses you have stacked up against your tongue, "because this isn't about just the nightmare, is it? You've mentioned her at least once during these two weeks and I--I'm tired of it, Y/N. I don't want to keep going through that. She's a part of my past and yes, we were in love once. But I don't love her anymore. You're the one I chose to be with," he holds up the peeler and the carrot in evidence, "isn't that exactly what I'm doing right now? Why do you have to ruin this for us?"

"I--" his speech hits you like a truck. You hadn't expected Mingyu to just spit out his feelings without filter or remorse, which makes it even worse as you try to struggle and comprehend what his words mean exactly. The ache in your chest grows. For a moment, you can't breath, the soft pants stinging the back of your throat as it burns with effort of restraining tears.

You swallow thickly, harsh gulps of air that makes you shudder. Finally, you manage to whisper out a soft, "I'm sorry, Mingyu. I shouldn't-- I shouldn't have bought this up. You're right. I'm just--I'm just a walking time bomb and I'm pathetic--" you shake your head, the tears now spilling down your cheeks as you bite down onto your lower lip. You catch sight of Mingyu's stance faltering ever so slightly, but you move back, as if the physical distance might help you keep your broken heart in check, '--I'm really sorry, Mingyu."

You don't wait for him to answer before you're swiveling on your feet and dashing through the open doorway of your bathroom. It's not much, but it's enough physical space for you to lock the door and slide down onto the floor.

You let the sobs take over, your shoulders hunching over your knees as you start crying. Once you do, you can't stop. You can't.

Because the truth is, you're scared.

You're scared that you'll never be enough for Mingyu and that -- whatever happened in the ktichen -- is the exact proof of that. You're not her. She's --gentle and kind and just agrees to everything that Mingyu ays without putting up a fight. And they made a cute couple, and she's prettier. Prettier than you'll ever be and you wonder what Mingyu even saw in you in the first place.

And she's his first. Will always be his first. Something that you'll never be, no matter how hard you try.

You're so focused on feeling your body shatter with tears and pain and guilt from the past that you don't hear Mingyu's voice until he starts knocking against the door.

"Please," he murmurs, "can we just talk?"

"I'm fine," you blubber out, "please just leave me alone. I really don't want to talk about this right now."

"Y/N, I didn't mean to hurt you, what I meant was--"

"I know already, Mingyu. Just stop." you sniffle and wipe your snot with the back of your hand, "I got it. It's me. I'm the problem. I'll always be the problem."

"That's not what I said, don't put words in my mouth--"

"Just leave me alone." And as if that might help, you whisper, "please." So he does. you hear his footsteps retract after a few beats of agonizing silence, and when he does walk away, you slump back into a small puddle of broken pieces of your heart as you try to hold it all together.

But it's not a memory that you can erase with just a few beers or some good sleep. It's a stain that will last forever, and you're not quite sure how you'll deal with that.

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"Hey Y/N?"

Your head rises from the slump of your arms. You're not quite sure how long you've been in the bathroom.

Mingyu knocks. You let out a sigh, but don't say anything. Nothing feels right at the moment, no words can seem to fill the empty, now awkward space between you and Mingyu.

"Y/N, I can leave you alone if you want," he pauses, "but...do you mind if I use the bathroom? I kinda...need to pee."

Fuck. Of course. Just when you're about to lose your mind and go on an existential crisis.

You unlock the bathroom after a beat of silence, not even bothering to look up at his face as you sidestep your boyfriend and make your way to the couch. You plop down onto it, hearing the sound of the door shut close as you find your usual navy blanket. It's warm and comforting, wrapping you up in its warmth as the toilet flushes, Mingyu's coughs reaching the living room area. The scent of roasted duck fills the room and you sniff appreciatively. Despite it all, it seems that the food has survived, a proof that no matter how much humans may suffer, they could still go about and do their things right.

"Y/N."

You jump slightly, turning your head in his direction but allowing your eyes to stray along his shirt. The silence answers in your stead.

"How are you feeling?"

You shrug once more. How are you even supposed to feel?

It's a weird contortion of things that make you want to hurl the living room chair at the tv and one that makes you want to curl up in bed and cry and cry and cry.

The couch dips under Mingyu's weight once he joins you on the couch. Still, you don't look at him, rather deciding that picking on your nails is a better option.

"Y/N," he says once more, before his big hand is reaching for yours and stopping your actions with a gentle grip, "don't do that. You're going to hurt yourself."

"That's the whole point," you mutter to yourself, though it's not quiet enough that he doesn't pick on it.

He squeezes your hand in response, "we talked about this before, didn't we? The nervous hand-picking."

"Can you just--" your voice raises, as if in a holler, only to die mid-way up your throat. You slump against the couch. You're tired and overwhelmed, and it shows.

The silence seems to stretch out before you, with only the slow hum of the fridge keeping you company as you keep on staring at the blank tv screen. How have you come to this? How are you fighting about someone that isn't even in the picture anymore?

Ah yes, because you decided to re-open that door and let yourself wonder, picture, your boyfriend with the likes of her when you know it's only going to induce more pain.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, or how to feel,” Mingyu starts, his voice shattering the silence like glass. “But just so that you know, every time you talk about this — about her — it hurts me too, because she’s not my present and I’m not in love with her, not anymore. You talking about it makes me uncomfortable,” he peers over at your face, “do you understand that, Y/N?” He says it gently, all his words without bite.

“Then maybe if you had just talked it through with me without avoiding my questions all the time, maybe we wouldn’t be here,” you shoot back, “maybe you like to take the easy way out a little too much.”

“I did give you the chance to talk about it. Remember that night when I told you to ask me anything about her that you wanted to know about?”

Another onset of tears builds at the back of your throat. Why is he doing this to you? What have you ever done to deserve this?

You turn away from him almost instinctively. This time, Mingyu lets you do your thing, not even bothering to try and call your name and honestly, you don’t mind. You need some space to cry it out and be with yourself for a little while.

There’s so much you want to tell him: why did he even break up with her in the first place? Why did he choose you instead? Would things have been different if you hadn’t told him of your feelings?

Would you have been happier right now, if you’d never been together?

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It’s been a few days and you feel like a corpse.

Your life is a walking nightmare, your mind plagued by nothing but the pain of realizing you’re a second option to your boyfriend. You wish that he could walk in your shoes, only to get a glimpse of what’s going on inside your head. In any case, life feels dull and void of colour in contrast to the lights blazing across the streets to celebrate the new year’s coming up.

Mingyu doesn’t offer to talk it through and you take it as his way of telling you he’s not interested in your bullshit. So wrapping yourself up in your thickest blanket, you barely leave the flat on the days to come, if only for groceries. After all, you don’t see the point when your world is crumbling.

It’s on a Wednesday afternoon that Mingyu sends you a text while he’s at work. You receive it in mid-workout, frowning slightly as the message pops up on the screen.

Mingyu: do you have time this afternoon? Can we talk?

You type back your reply with a mere “yes” before resuming your squats with even more conviction. You decide that you have to brace yourself for anything that might happen, considering that you really did fuck up this time.

Will your heart be able to take it if he tells you to break it off?

All thoughts and memories of what would be your wedding, the concepts you’d conjured, the white dress that you’d fantasized over. All those things seem awash with the pain of knowing that maybe this won’t become a reality.

That hurts.

The afternoon crawls by at a snail’s pace and you spend it lumbering back and forth across the hallway as your brain tricks you into concocting all possible scenarios that might unfold; you and Mingyu breaking up is at the forefront of your mind, no matter how much you try to steer yourself away from it.

The door creaks open to signal Mingyu’s arrival. You freeze, fingers finding purchase onto your shirt as you grip its corners, panic suddenly overwhelming your senses.

He’s here, and he hasn’t greeted you yet.

You’re not sure how your heart will take it.

“Y/N?”

The scuff of his boots squeak against the silence of the corridor as he pulls them off. Small a small gesture, which holds so much meaning once you realize you might never hear it again.

You force out a reply, “yes?”

A few moments later, your boyfriend appears looking disheveled and, to your surprise, holding a bouquet of roses.

“Sorry if they’re a bit wimpy,” he says sheepishly while handing the flowers over, and you hope he hasn’t taken note of how your hands are trembling, “I was late to pick them up from the florist’s.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. You looked up at him, eyelashes glimmering as your vision slowly blurred, “why?” You murmured.

“Because,” he shrugs then, a small gentle smile making its way to his face, “I know you’ve been going through a rough patch, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be taken care of.”

You couldn’t help it.

You burst into tears.

And Mingyu holds on to you as you sob and soband keep on sobbing. All the pain, the fear of losing him, the thought of never being enough… all of these mesh into you and cras through your body in waves that rocks your entire ecosystem. Mingyu is there through it all, murmuring soft encouraging words as he rocks you back and forth against his chest.

The crying stops at some point, leaving you numb and tired, a slumped figure that leans against your boyfriend while he’s gently pawing away at the caked tears along your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur out, breaths shaking from emotion.

But Mingyu shakes his head, “it’s okay.”

“It’s not—okay, and I shouldn’t have acted this way,” you whisper out, “and I’m sorry if I keep pestering you about her but the truth is, I’m scared I might never be enough for you, Mingyu, because I’m not. You—You deserve everything.”

Mingyu stays silent, still brushing the tears away as you wait for his answer. He finally turns you to him, holds you close in his lap so that there’s no chance of escape even if you wanted to.

In his dark eyes tou see your reflection; a disheveled maniac looking like she’s been haunted for days.

Mingyu probably thinks so too.

“I understand,” he starts off softly, “how hard it is for you to imagine me with other people, it sucks. And it’s not great, especially when you know these people.”

Your chest aches, another pang of hurt ringing through your heart at the mention of her. You suck in a breath, but he continues:

“But I think otherwise. I think she made me realize that maybe, she’s not what I want, nor what I need,” something softens in his eyes then, hands squeezing your waist, “what I need is right here, and nowhere else, Y/N. So you can cry about not being the first, but trust me, I want to make you my last.”

Another sob racks its way up your throat. You blink furiously, hands finding purchase onto your sweater sleeves to bunch it up nervously, “do you—“ you stammer out the words, “do you mean that?”

Mingyu nods, the softest of smiles on his face, as your hands come up to wrap around his neck.

“You’re sure sure?” You peer up at him.

He chuckles, “I’m hundred percent sure.”

And proceeds to kiss your next words away as if to seal the deal, to show you that yes, you are the woman he’s been waiting for, the only one he’ll ever have to wait for.

Maybe that’s just a baby step in your world. You will have more days like this, more days of insecurity and fear and straight up panic. That’s not something that you fix overnight.

But for Mingyu, you’ll try anything to make your happy ending.

[bungoonbun]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ – “I'm ready to take you ♡ and your order.”

Hello and welcome to the Big Carrot! A lovely bookstore Café at the edge of the world.

Here we serve fan fictions of all kinds and try to appeal to everyone's palette.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:

⠀ `· . I'm Bungoonbun 𐙚

The goon is silent! | lvl. 20 / black / she♡they / I love using food related things as metaphor

I can't call myself a beginner writer anymore but I surely do write like one. I still hope that you enjoy your stay here at the Big Carrot ᡣ𐭩

Read tags very carefully! And I kindly ask minors to not interact with the fan fictions that have a “minors dni” warning! Besides that, everyone is free to sit down and enjoy anything that their heart desires (but please remember that the kitchen closes at 10)

Now what are you waiting for, place an order! (If I don't want to cook your order please respect that. To avoid this make sure to also read the “requests” post!)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ | Allergies List | The Menu

Enjoy your stay!

[stars-mischief-archive]

heya~~

this is just for archival purposes~~

be sure to follow my new account over at @stars-mailbox (it'll soon be changed to this old url once tumblr gives it back <3)

the name is star a. nonymous, but you can call me star or "star nonnie"! (though, some people call me starry, hehe~~)

he/they, 22 years old!

trans masculine & unlabeled queer.

autism and audhd.

i'm pelican town's resident silly guy! i love telling jokes and puns.

i don't bite - most of the time anyway~~

i love giving people fun nicknames!

feel free to send me any questions, hehe (=^__^=)

star's ref sheet

starry's space jams (his playlist)

⭐ rules ⭐

this is for fun! star is an oc i created :3

you can flirt with him, if you'd like!

multiship is okay!**

friendships are always welcomed, too!

** if you have a ship in mind, please contact me. HOWEVER i must ask that you be at least 17-18 years old for direct blog x blog shipping. im all for it, stars has a lot of love to go around, but writing in a romantic or flirting way to anyone younger than this makes me highly uncomfortable!

basic rules: no bigotry of ANY kind! -- it will not be tolerated and that's not gonna get posted ??

no irl religion or politics! in game versions of these are fair game.

you can also ask him his opinions on other villagers!

nsfw JOKES are okay, no actual nsfw please ;;

in character interactions are so fun and welcomed!

you should totally ask questions and try to get lore about stars hehe~~

ALSO: if you don't see your ask answered, tumblr probably ate it.. it does that sometimes. just send it again. however, sometimes i do not know how to answer the asks so i just. don't. i reserve the right to delete any asks that make me or star uncomfortable. i can and will block, if needed.

i love sharing his lore and letting star show sides other than his silly guy side, but don't just randomly send something with the intent of causing angst. (especially without warning ;;)

i don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with an onslaught of angst, so feel free to block the #💫 star angst 💫 tag! or read through it, if you want!

along with this, all new angst posts will not have any of the sdv tags - they will typically just be "ask star", "star angst" and "insecurity unlock"/"lore unlocked" (depending on if it fits)

anyway, if anyone intends to stir up some angst heavy interactions, maybe.. tone it down just a smidge and at least let me know (either before hand via dm or in the notes of your ask) that it's a prompt and not intended to be malicious.

this is a side blog so unfortunately i cannot follow you back :( but - if you are also an ask blog - i can follow you on my willy blog ( @fishingwithwilly )

admin is @moonferry (he/they) and is 18! you can call me pip.

this is a sdv oc! sprites are edited by me (though i may have help sometimes)

we're here to be silly and have fun, ya know?

⭐ now for starry's likes and dislikes! ⭐

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (loves): alex's magic hairgel, pizza, pickles, cheese, prismatic shards (& all other gemstones), ice cream, joja cola, midnight carp, sunflowers, pancakes, strawberries

ヾ(≧へ≦)〃(hates): spaghetti, carrots, fish taco, octopus (and all fish except midnight carp), all mushrooms, pumpkin pie, baked fish, stuffing, all cakes. all food items containing fish.

tags:

#starry's jokes - jokes by yours truly!

#starry's chats - talking to other people~

#long rb / #reblog - reblogging interactions!

#samstar / #deathstar sdv / #starfish ⭐🐟 - star being goofy with his people!~

#⭐ lore unlocked ⭐ - any lore or headcanons you've unlocked about the star man!

#⭐ insecurity unlocked ⭐ - things you've discovered that push starry's buttons (not in a good way)

#💛 star arts 💛 - art of star guy..

#💫 star angst 💫 - angst snippets

#star shenanigans - goofy guy being goofy / the "not asks" posts!

divider credit // x

[elixirfromthestars]

Omg!!! Happiest of birthdays sweet Mel 🥹🎉

May all your wishes come true 🥰💐 I love youuuu.

Oh, my dearest, Carrot, thank you so much!! 🥹🩷🩷 Love you tons!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[elixirfromthestars]

Ahhhh, Carrot, this is so fun!! 🫶🏼 You’ll probably see me in your inbox soon 🤭💖💖

I have an idea!💡

I have a case of the writers block, realz bad. and I've been trying to finish a wip for months and I just can't so here's what's gonna happen.

Send me from 1-4 pics and based on them I'll write a drabble for you (1k words max), any Sebastian Stan or Chris Evans character.

Help a girl out, pretty pls🍒💕

Some friends that might be interested no pressure tho: @fandoms-writings @elixirfromthestars @writing-for-marvel @vunblr @bucksangel @kinanabinks @witchywithwhiskey @navybrat817 @fckmebarnes

[fandangoland]

list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ʚ♡ɞ

Thank you @simsfvr <3

Picking a favourite is always hard but I've decided to go with my (most likely) gen 2 legacy heir, Carrot Fandango.

1 Second born but first eligible heir as he was conceived in space!

2 Started off with a lazy trait but managed to turn it around in young adulthood and switched it for an active trait. (Current traits are Cat Lover, Active, Foodie, Self Assured and Cheerful)

3 Worked full time in the culinary career throughout Uni and reached lvl10 before he graduated. And actually has the workaholic lifestyle as well as all three cooking skills maxed.

4 Abducted by aliens whilst waiting for his high school graduation which resulted in the birth of his firstborn child, Nugget. Luckily his Mom and Dad were on hand to raise Nugget during the four semesters at Uni.

5 He's great buddies with all his three siblings but Mimosa is probably his favourite. And Mimosa's husband Ted is definitely his favourite brother-in-law.

[ask-the-identity-5-senses]

Dear detectives,

strength comes in the form of unbroken promises and her vows remains steady as a chef's hand slicing through carrot like skin Welcome to the manor Nellie Lovett - The "Housewife"

(⊕↜⊕◎) - Nellie

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Name

Nellie Lovett

Alias(es)

N/A

Serial No.

169

Career

" Housewife "

Gender

Female ♀

Nationality

British 🇬🇧

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Character Details:

Birthday

11/3 (Scorpio)

Age

36

Likes

Cooking, cleaning, laundry, her husband

Dislikes

Disloyalty, flavourless foods, unhomely women, homewreckers

Favorite Dish(es)

All.

"The strength of a woman is not measured in her own sense of worth but the love, loyalty and dedication she shows to her husband. A fact that Nellie Lovett loves to preach. It is a wife's duty to be doing little things around the house to make life easier for her lover and his own loved ones. Now where did she put her meat grinder?"

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ABILITIES!

Clean Cut ♡ - The "housewife" has the ability to uncover kitchen supplies within chests, she may also use her beloved kitchen knives against the hunter

Secret Ingredient - The "housewife" is possessive over her ingredients

(Rescuing increase + protection for rescued survivor)

Wasteful... - The "Housewife" finds spoiling her ingredients to be wasteful.

(Slowed survivor healing time)

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Emoji sign off: 🔪

Shipping: No, a wife never strays!

Angst: Absolutely.

Smut: N O. (Her words, not mine)

Sense: Taste

Voice Claim: Miss Delight (Poppy Playtime)

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Playlist:

Aishete ita Noni - Maretu

Butchers Vanity - vane lily

Cannibal - Kesha {if that doesn't tell you what she is idk what will lol}

Eat you - Caravan of Thieves

Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Housewife Radio - Ghost And Pals

64 Little Things - Cake Bake Betty

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Backstory: "My darling husband was tempted by someone who I dare not call a woman. He broke our vows, so I did what every godly woman would do. At least now I can search for more ingredients!"

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NOTED INFORMATION:

Fondest memory is her wedding day.

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OPINION CHART

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[ningninjas]

about me

rika: loves talking, going out alone, good food, walks, listening to music, good hair days, baggy jeans, reading a good book, snow days, brioche bread, people who run warm, handwritten notes, long naps, hiking, my dog

i’m indian, i love making friends, i think i’m very funny, i’m a competitive skier, rika is actually my nickname!

adores

books: pjo & hoo, the cruel prince, the poppy war, daisy jones and the six, the naturals, if you could see the sun, caraval, tatbilb, one of us is lying

movies & tv shows: any studio ghibli, crazy rich asians, tangled, schindler’s list, httyd, atla, wifty, aouad, mr. plankton, haikyuu, jjk, mha

music: nct, p1harmony, beabadoobee, role model, w2e, laufey, lorde, aespa, hamilton & dear evan hansen, cas, arctic monkeys, disney soundtracks, boynextdoor

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ningning, park jisung, riku, kageyama, maki, megumi, bakugo, shoko, iwaizumi, suna, osamu, etc.

dislikes

onions, being left out, sloths, deep sea, rude people, cooked carrots, crowds, honors chem, loud breathers, feeling cold in the night

rika in pictures ⟡ (messy) moodboard

[elixirfromthestars]

Absolutely LOVE the new theme ♥️💅🏼it's so pretty and alluring

Ahhhhh, Carrot thank you!! 🥹❤️❤️ You caught me in the middle of figuring it out 😂 There’s still a few changes I’m making, but overall I’m liking how it’s looking so far 🥰

[elixirfromthestars]

He really would be 🥹🩷🩷 I have a few wips with Bucky as a girl dad and they’re so heartwarming to write 🥰

Together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been a month since you had a baby with your husband, Bucky. On the first day he went back to work, however, you can’t get her to stop crying—that is until Bucky comes home. 

Word Count: ~700

Warning(s): anxious feelings / insecure feelings / overall very fluffy

a/n: So my amazingly talented friend @peteyprecious616​ wrote some cute pregnant! reader x Bruce Wayne fics (which you should totally go read! 💖) And it got me thinking about Bucky as a dad and well that’s how this little drabble was born 🥺 Thank you for reading! ❤️

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     The baby bottle slipped from your hand and rolled across the nursery. You whined as your month old baby continued to cry its heart out. If the crying wasn’t your breaking point—the spilled milk was. 

     “ Sweetie, what do you want? Why can’t you stop crying?” You rubbed her back to soothe her, feeling a few frustrated tears fall down your face. You never had to take care of anyone else before, and now you had a whole little human depending on you. You thought you could do it, Bucky assured you over and over that you would be great at this. 

     You didn’t feel so great right now.

     You planted a kiss on her forehead, slowly rocking her back and forth in your arms. She woke up over an hour ago and ever since she had not stopped crying. You tried everything in the book, but nothing worked. It physically killed you to hear her in constant distress—it made you feel like a horrible mother. 

     “ Sweetheart, I’m home!” You heard Bucky call out from the front door, his presence instantly taking some of your anxiety away. You looked over at the heart shaped clock on the nursery wall, he was home early. 

     You walked over to where he was, still rocking your baby in your arms. Bucky met you halfway, scurrying as soon as he heard the cries. When your eyes met, his smile fell,“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” He asked, concerned. He pulled you in by the waist, holding you close, looking over you and the baby.

     ” I can’t get Rebecca to stop crying. I’ve tried everything. She refuses to eat, she won’t go to sleep, I don’t know what to do. I’m such a bad mother. I can’t even comfort my own baby,” you rambled on, the tears overflowing. Bucky kissed the top of your head, holding the sides of your face gently to console you. He used his thumbs to wipe away your tears,“ You are not a bad mother, I know you love this baby so much. Look at how worried you are about her, sweetheart. We’ll figure out what’s going on, together.” Bucky held out his arms and you handed him Rebecca. He carried her on his metal arm, and used his other to interlock his hand with yours. You leaned into his shoulder and he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

     Not even a minute went by, and like magic, she stopped crying. You pulled away and looked over at Bucky in disbelief,” How did you do that?! Are you secretly a wizard or something?” He gave you a side look reminding you of his whole “wizard’s aren’t real” discourse. You gave him an appreciative kiss on the cheek and he let it go. 

     “ No, it just looks like she missed me,” the loving look he gave her made your heart soar. “ She’s not the only one. I was happily surprised when you came home three hours early,” you told him, reaching up to hold Rebecca’s hand. Bucky laughed,” You should’ve seen the way Sam was acting. He was rushing through everything begging me to go home early. Oh, and he invited us over for dinner this weekend. Sarah and the kids are coming to visit and they want to meet the baby.” You laughed along with him, making a mental note to thank Sam later. 

     “ I got an idea,” Bucky let go of your hand to take off his jacket, switching Rebecca from one arm to the other. He rested her against his chest, and you realized what he was doing. You untucked the floral blanket from around her tiny body and folded it, leaving it on top of her dresser. You then helped Bucky wrap his jacket around Rebecca. As soon as she closed her eyes, Bucky laid her down in her crib and turned on the Avengers mobile Tony gifted her, a soft melody filled the room. 

     “ She’ll hopefully stay asleep for a couple hours,” he said, hugging you from behind and resting his head on top of yours. You leaned into him,” You’re so good with her. You’re a natural.” You felt Bucky shake his head,” I’m learning, just like you. This parenting thing isn’t easy, but it’s you and me. There’s nothing we can’t do together.” You turned around and pulled him in for a kiss, which he returned enthusiastically. You knew everything was going to be okay because you had each other.