#i am doing my absolute best please no one @ me

[georgeclarkeys]

tiktok trend series - george clarkey x reader

summary: you make george's friends be mean to you for a tiktok trend - 800 words

hi friends!! this is the first installment in my new tiktok trend series about your fav uk youtubers and your fav tiktok trends!! please please please send me any ideas you might have for this, especially a trend or a person you would like to see featured!!

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Scrolling through TikTok was beginning to find a permanent spot in your nighttime routine. It had been several years since your account blew up, so you convinced yourself that you were doing research for new video ideas every time you spent an hour or so watching before bed. One recent trend was definitely piquing your interest, and with the help of your boyfriend's friends, you were confident that you could pull it off. Creators were staging a “who’s most likely to�� game with someone close to their significant other, and asking the other person to be mean to them in order to catch their partner's reaction. You had the perfect idea, and were planning on getting a great reaction out of George.

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It was an unusual evening at Casa Clarke-Dixon-Hill. All three roommates were home, and no one was streaming or working, so you managed to round them up and convince them to film a TikTok with you. You had talked to Arthur and Chris beforehand, letting them in on the prank and giving them permission to be as mean as they could, but George was clueless. 

You placed your phone on the tripod and sat in a row, with Chris and Arthur on either side of you, and George standing behind looking curious. 

Pressing record, you smiled, “Hey friends! Today I am joined by George, Arthur, and Chris, and we’re going to be playing a game of “who’s most likely to” where all of the answers are decided by George!” 

All three of the boys let out a small cheer.

“Alright, George, who has the best voice?”

“Oh wow, starting off with a difficult one are we?” he laughed, “Obviously my singer friend Arthur.” 

Arthur pumped his fist and cheered, “Yes! I’m just glad you didn’t say (Y/N), she sounds about like nails on a chalkboard.”

You saw George make a bit of a face in the camera before saying, “(Y/N) has a lovely voice.”

Ignoring the comment from Arthur, you continued, “Okay next, who is the smartest?”

George’s eyes bounced between the three of you in deep thought before calling out, “(Y/N).”

You turned around to smile at him, while Arthur and Chris shook their heads. George was suspiciously eyeing both of them as they looked at each other. Chris leaned past you to say to Arthur, “there is absolutely no way he actually thinks she’s smarter than either of us, right? She’s a TikToker for crying out loud.”

Arthur laughed and answered, “I thought he was joking to be honest.”

Your boyfriend was not laughing, he eyed the camera warily before putting on an exaggerated confused face in an attempt to ease the tension, “is this a who’s most likely to quiz, or an everyone bully George’s beautiful girlfriend quiz?”

You laughed awkwardly, doing your best to play into the uncomfortable atmosphere that was rapidly growing. 

“Anyways, who’s the meanest?”

George does not even hesitate before answering, “Chris.”

Chris’s head turns around, eyes wide with shock, “you’re actually joking.”

“I would have said (Y/N),” Arthur mumbled, loud enough to hear.

“I would have said (Y/N) too!” Chris exclaimed, “she’s so unnecessarily rude all the time!”

You sat back with wide eyes and listened to the chaos unfold, watching George’s face grow red as his flatmates continued ripping into you.

“What the hell is going on!” he snapped, looking back and forth between his two friends, “Why are both of you being such dickheads to (Y/N)? Don’t talk about her like that.” He grabbed your hand to pull you up from your seat, “C’mon babe, delete that video. Let’s go film something else for you to post.”

Before he could grab your phone you decided it was time to give yourself up, “it’s a joke! It’s a trend!” 

He turned back to look at you, “what?”

“I put them up to it. I told them to be mean to me.”

“Well that’s a fucking relief,” he laughed and put a hand over his heart, “I thought I was going to have to move out, oh my days.” 

~

By the end of the day the video had over a million views, and a comment section filled with women thirsting over your boyfriend.

comments

user1: okay but why is george so sexy when he’s mad…

georgeclarkeey: This is something I would expect from Chris, but Arthur threw me off

user2: yes george defend your gf 😫

arthurhill69: i am so sorry queen (y/n) i love you

user3: (y/n) where did you find this man he’s perfect

user4: where’s the green flag guy

[allmightstoehair]

﹒Haikyuu!! Boyfriend headcanons pt. 1 !⟡﹒- is the fandom still alive…

Characters: Tooru Oikawa, Ushijima Wakatoshi (some are aged-up)

(it’s 1:10 AM humor me with the two characters. more characters will be in the next one trust!! 😓)

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Tooru Oikawa

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who compulsively overachieves; especially in romance—he wants to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, wants you to feel genuinely loved and cherished beyond words knowing deep down, there’s a nagging fear that no matter what he does, someone will always outshine him.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who always makes sure to kiss your fingertips before a game. it’s like a ritual—making it his good luck charm for his hard work he puts in every game he has.

﹒⪩⪨ (aged-up)boyfriend!tooru who absolutely adores when you’re on top. he loves to see you—to feel you ride on him, the pretty moans leaving your mouth as he guides your hips roughly over him. he’s sort of into being the sub sometimes, so he lets you tie him up on occasion and use him however you please.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who is terrified of large dogs, and whenever he sees them, he pulls your arm as his way of protecting you from the big bad, even if he’s shitting his pants.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who worships every inch of you. every insecurity you’ve ever had, he kisses during your most intimate moments, his lips murmuring into your soft skin how beautiful you are as he trails down your body, kissing every spot imaginable. he wants you to see just how gorgeous you are in his eyes. he wants you to feel it.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who is ridiculous when he’s craving your touch. he’ll throw himself literally on top of you and groan something like “I’m dying and Y/N’s my only cure. Oh help me.” and shut his eyes, but winks them open when you dont respond and groan in response.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who texts you after a nasty argument in the middle of the night—even if you say you don’t want to talk—because he needs you to know that he doesn’t want to go to bed angry, and he doesn’t want that for you either.

“Are you still mad?” He’ll text. Double texting. Triple texting if he has to.

“I was an ass. I know that. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Just don’t go to sleep thinking I don’t love you, okay?”

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who talks and brags about you so much to your teammates they know almost everything about you, he won’t shut up about how amazing you are.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who has strained conversations with his parents, all surface-level exchanges— “How’s volleyball?” “Good.” “Still chasing that dream?” “Yeah.”—and he hates how mechanical it feel, hates how they aren’t genuinely interested.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who literally pouts if you move away while cuddling, grabbing your wrist gently, blinking at you like some lone, abandoned puppy. “You hate me, don’t you?”

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who wakes up before you sometimes, and instead of moving, he just lays there—watching your sleepy features. the rise and fall of your chest, the twitching of your lips. he’s fully convinced that waking up beside you might actually be his favorite thing in the whole world.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who winks at you as you pass him in the hallways and isn’t afraid to lean to give you a kiss during your passing to your next class. he’s unapologetically yours and everyone knows it.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who genuinely doesn’t like when you assume he could have a fling because fangirls follow him around. he tells you he doesn’t appreciate it because he’s nothing like that and would never do that to you.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tooru who is the definition of love. he radiates love. he IS love.

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who doesn’t see your confession coming at all—not because he’s clueless, but because he did not think you could see him in a romantic sense.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who isn’t an idiot. he knows how valentines day goes, but he still researches to make sure he can give you the best possible experience for your first one with him. he’s serious about it too.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who your parents were very intimidated by at first, but eventually glad you found to take care of you and protect you

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who stares a little longer when you’re focused on something, realizing he likes admiring you more than he ever thought possible.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who if reassured, drops his jealousy immediately— because he trusts you, and because love isn’t about control in his eyes.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who when he touches you, is as gentle as possibly if he’s holding a small animal—as if you’re the most delicate creature on the planet—you deserve to be treated with a softness you were never granted when you were brought up.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who whispers so rarely, but when he does, it’s soft, almost hesitant. something onle meant for you. “I like holding you. I would do it forever if you let me.”

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who doesn’t argue with you unless he genuinely believes something between you two needs to be discussed—its never impulsive, bur articulate and precise with his intentions.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who remembers small, specific preferences of yours. how you like your coffee—if you even like coffee— what music makes you smile, or feel at ease, what colors your eyes gravitate towards, the things you have interest in when you see things similar in stores in smile—because to be loved by Ushijima, is found in him knowing you deeply. inside and out.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who if he’s raised his voice during a back and forth, it’s because he cares and wants to truly get his point across when you’re not seeing it.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who is not emotionless. he’s not a robot. he is careful, deliberate, deeply feeling—he just expresses different things through different actions.

﹒⪩⪨ (aged-up)boyfriend!ushiwaka who is gentle with you during sex. he prefers missionary, so he can look you in the eyes, gauge your expressions twist and contort as his length pumps into you with slow, deliberate motions. his hands hold onto your hips, not roughly, but firm enough to keep you in place. he praises you often—little mumbles of “You’re so—so good for me,” or “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.” while thrusting deeply but slowly.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who secretly loves hearing you talk about your interests, things you’re passionate about even if he doesn’t fully understand it. he’ll listen intently, absorbing the joy in your voice, like it’s something worth remembering. worth studying.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who texts you with simplicity.

“I heard you’re sick. I’m bringing you soup.”

or—when you text him large paragraphs, trying to express a frustration or a concern—

“Can’t we talk in person? It’s pointless over the phone.”

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!ushiwaka who blinks slowly when you randomly kiss his cheek—pauses to process it, then tilts his head slightly to the other side, like “You forgot this one.”

[r3ynah]

Incorrect quotes with the undead fam

These quotes about them are yours to interpret, I'm just here cuz I like found family teehee.

Danny and Jazz

Danny: coughs blood Jazz: Don't die, Danny! Danny: Don't tell me what to do!

Danny : Any tips on how to make someone like me? Jazz: Try to make them laugh all the time. Danny : Oh, wow! You actually help me for once, and it's even good advice! Jazz: Yeah, the more they laugh, the more time they spend with their eyes closed, so it'd be easier.

Jazz, to Danny : You're not Mario. Lets get something fucking straight, you're Luigi at best.

Jazz: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined. Danny : Heck. Jazz: You're on thin fucking ice. Jazz: Oh no-

Danny and Jason

Danny: I try to avoid pointless group activities. You know like school Christmas Parties or Jury Duty. To me, the most awful sound in the universe is that mangled first note of your peers singing happy birthday. Jason: Cool stance. Counterpoint: these are free cupcakes. Get over yourself and take one.

Jason: slams down an absolute doorstopper of a tome I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. Danny: This is light?!

Jason: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? Danny : Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man. Jason: THE WHO? Danny : Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

Danny : Hey Jason? Jason: Yeah? Danny : What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? Jason: Jason: …What.

Jason: Fine! I don't give a shit! Danny : You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

Danny and Dani

Dani: What? I'm not aggressive! Danny: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips? Dani: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

Danny: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Dani: I will politely decline.

Dani: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT! Danny: …

Dani: Here is my wall of inspirational people. Danny: Is that a picture of you? Dani: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

Danny: Why can't any of you ever clean up after yourselves? Dani: I have a person who does that for me. Danny: Yeah, ME. Dani: I'm glad you agree.

Jazz and Jason

Jazz: Jason, you need to react when people cry! Jason: I did. I rolled my eyes.

Jazz when she saw joker: Kill him. Jason: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.

Jazz, to Jason: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

Jason: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go. Jazz: Those are wanted posters!

Jazz: Hey, how are you doing today? Jason: Can we change the subject before I start crying?

Jazz and Dani

Jazz: This is ridiculous! Dani : Hey, someone’s gotta be the jester for the court.

Dani : Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into- Jazz: You sleep with a teddybear. Dani : He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

Jazz: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Dani : I thought the animals might be lonely.

Jazz: Trouble at 2 o'clock! Dani : looks down at their watch Dani : Now, how do you know that?

Jazz: That's not funny. Dani : I thought it was funny. Jazz: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.

Dani and Jason

Dani: What’s the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite? Jason: “Stalagmite” has an “m” in it.

Jason: Pick a card, any card. Dani: Fine. Jason: Wait, that's my credit card! Dani: You said any card.

Dani: Good news! I didn’t screw up! Jason: … Dani: I screwed up less badly than usual! Jason: … Dani: Screwed up with less immediate consequences than usual.

Dani: Guys, they're definitely prepared for us. They even have a training model of our brand new top-secret stealth helicopter. Jason: No you idiot, that’s ours we crashed! Dani: Oh yeah. I guess that makes more sense.

Dani: I want to grow up and be like Jason! Jason: That is called Acquiring Depression.

All of em'

Danny : writing a letter Danny : Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty… And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

Dani : You gotta slow down and smell the flowers… appreciate life’s miracles. Dani : Like me. I’m life’s greatest miracle.

Jazz being 6'6: I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.

Jason: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.

Danny, to someone that angered them: Holds two middle fingers Jason: Can’t say I’m surprised… Dani: Yeah, flip em off, Danny! Jazz, also angry: Holds one middle finger Jason and Dani, both very distressed: we bout to die a second time.

Jason: Why is Dani crying on the floor? Jazz: They took one of those 'what Ancient are you?' quizzes. Jason: And? Jazz: They got Phantom.

[ultravi0lence14]

i woke up this morning to 1k followers and honestly, i don’t know what to say.

if anyone told me in september that when i wrote my first dean fic in my bedroom, possibly in the worst place i’ve ever been, that i would reach 1k followers, i wouldn’t have believed you. this platform has given me so much creative fluidity and allowed me to have an outlet to express my writing and let me do what i love; creating stories.

i’ve also met some of my best friends on here, and i want to individually thank each and everyone of you!

my lovely bree ( @titsout4jackles ) is possibly my favourite person on the planet. my absolute rock, we’ve created such an amazing friendship that means the absolute world to me. through creating an entire universe together ( i love our little monster so much ) to expanding on it to create so much more, i love talking with you every single day. it really means so much to me and i love you so so much bree🥹

my sweet cass ( @starzify ) words cannot describe how much you mean to me. my freakzify to my ultrafreak14, you are always there for me in ways i can never fully thank you for. this is also my canadian twin so we’ve got that bond no one understands🙂‍↕️ i love you so much cassie, please never change!!

the amazing isa ( @sacr1ficialang3l ) my actual twin who i love talking about vampires and yellowjackets with. idc that we just started chatting a couple weeks ago bc i already feel such a connection with you that makes me feel so safe. i love talking with you and sharing all the things i’ve done that day bc i know you will listen. i love you so much my sweet girl!!

oh my darling lucy ( @haunteres ) possibly my biggest supporter and the coolest girl i’ve ever come across. i’m not kidding. your aesthetic and account actually makes tears come to my eyes bc it is so so amazing. i love you so much and pls i am going to reach out to you more bc i love conversations with you!!!

the radiant oct ( @beausling ) oh all the amazing things i can say about you but i don’t have the space. although we’ve also just started chatting, i love our messages so much ( especially all the crying pics we send ) your resilience and strength inspires me everyday, and i love you so much for it!!

my girl mera ( @bluemerakis ) the absolute sweetest girl ever i love you in ways words cannot describe. your writing inspires me so much you wouldn’t even believe me. i love our chats and you mean the absolute world to me i love you!!

also, a shoutout to every single follower and person who has been with me through this journey of mine. you all mean so much and i am crying in my car writing this bc i am so grateful. summer is coming up which means i will be posting more!! ( i graduate high school june 10th pls bare with me ) but until then, i will post as much as i can!!!

love every single one of you!!!

natasha🫶

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[theplantbish]

Me, as I'm about to start playing coral island: I don't know who I'm going to marry in this game. Mark caught my attention right away but I want to get to know the characters better before I make my decision, maybe I'll like someone more than him :)

Me, three seconds into the game, running around the island: WHERE IS HE? WHERE'S MARK? BRING ME MY FUTURE HUSBAND!!

[morsartis]

Listen. Listen I get the hype and thirst for Miguel O'Hara okay? I get it. BUT THE WAY I WOULD FOLD FOR HOBIE BROWN I SWEAR TO GOD. I would make lawn chairs jealous. Wet paper towels would have nothing on me. Origami would wish it could do what I would do. The unholy things I want that man to do to me would get me banned from church. I apologize in advance for the person I will become once ATSV gets released on demand. Hobie and Miguel had no reason to be that fine but if I don't see more people simping for Spiderpunk I will be DISAPPOINTED he was TOO GODDAMN PRETTY for you guys not to jump on that.

[junkissed]

i'll give u everything i own in exchange for more poly svt x reader fics. i looooved the mingyu/woozi story so i checked ur masterlist to see if there was anything similar and saw u wrote squeaky clean which i read a long time ago and still think about often hahaha. pretty sure i've enjoyed some other of ur fics too, so thanks for posting :-)

all i want in return is more sweet asks like this 🥹😽 i'm so glad you liked them thanks for telling me!! if there's specific pairings you'd like to see please feel free to send asks and lmk, i'm much more likely to work on something if i know it's something more people want :) even if it's not a request and just a simple "hey do you have any junhao wips? i'd really love to see them together!" makes me excited to post more and it motivates me to work on it :) but it definitely seems like everybody really liked the poly fic so i will definitely keep that in mind soon!!

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by the tastemaker @cordiallyfuturedwight for the january receipts and would you believe it i'm actually on time

tagging a few favs: @aprylynn @jiminsproof @thvinyl @jimin-gaon @visionsofgideontheninth @btscontentenjoyer @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @eoieopda @monismochi <333 and you too if you fancy it

[whenitgrowsbright]

whats worse than having only like 1-5 friends?

having only that many friends and you talk to only 1 more than once every two months!

[ohitslen]

Read Guardians of The Videogame. Thanks :)

No but seriously it is such a good story I am begging you PLEASE PELASE PLEASPEPLEAS PLEA SE- Its so good for the lovers of stories where everything connects and makes so much sense, and well written characters, and amazing plot and AND (sedate me)

[dennisboobs]

every time i see people making posts about the sad state of the sunny wiki i take ten points of psychic damage and then run off to fix whatever the fuck someone has mentioned

[b-blushes]

having a little snack: it's good 👍

[ronanlynchbf]

diversity loss! those ppl correctly gendering u assumed you're straight..

[daxisyzz]

Hey there i hope you’re having a great day!

I was thinking about a version of Bucky in which he is absolutely head over heels smitten with his girl that he melts over her simply sweet talking him to get something she wants, he can’t even help it he thinks she is the cutest thing ever.

I feel like no one can do smitten Bucky Barnes justice other than you

Or maybe I’m being biased lol.

Thank you!

Hope you're having a great day too. And thank you for the compliment, it made my day 🫠

Here's your fluffy bucky story. Hope its how you wanted <3

Pretty please

Pairings: Bucky Barnes × Reader (established relationship)

Summary: Bucky Barnes is hopelessly in love with you. He gives you everything you ask for—until you stop asking. That’s when he decides to give you the one thing you never say aloud.

Word count: 1.3k+

Warnings and tags: Smitten Bucky, a duck?, reader feels slight guilt only for a second, lover boy barnes.

Bucky Barnes had faced down entire armies. He’d survived missions no man should’ve made it out of, stood toe-to-toe with monsters, and walked through fire more times than he could count. But none of that compared to this—to you. To your soft smiles, your gentle laughter, and your very specific brand of mischief. You didn’t need weapons or war to bring a super soldier to his knees.

You just needed one look.

That head tilt. That spark in your eyes. The way your lips would part in that little smile as you leaned in and said in the sweetest voice imaginable—

“Pretty please? With puppy dog eyes?”

He never stood a chance.

You didn’t abuse it. That was the most dangerous part. You only asked for little things. Cute things. Things that could never be considered a burden. And Bucky, well… he’d give you the moon if you asked. Hell, he was halfway to building a rocket when you offhandedly said once, “I wonder what sunrise looks like from space.”

It was a joke. A passing thought.

But Bucky remembered. Bucky always remembered.

The duck was his personal favorite.

It had started on a rainy afternoon, one of those slow, sleepy days where time seemed to stretch. You were in his hoodie, feet tucked into his lap on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone while the sound of the storm tapped softly against the windows.

You gasped. “Oh my God.”

Bucky looked over, amused. “What?”

You turned the screen to him, pointing wildly. “LOOK at this duck. He’s wearing a sweater vest. This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. James. Look at his feet.”

Bucky squinted. “Huh. He’s fancy.”

“Fancy?!” you cried, clutching the phone. “He’s a whole gentleman. I would DIE for him.”

He chuckled, fingers drumming lightly along your shin. “Would you die for him… or want one of your own?”

You bit your lip. “Bucky, I am not asking you for a duck.”

He leaned back. “But you want one.”

You hesitated. Then…You folded your hands under your chin, your eyes impossibly wide and filled with longing. “Pretty please? With puppy dog eyes?”

He groaned, one hand dragging down his face as a grin crept in. “Not fair. That’s cheating.”

You beamed. “You love it.”

“I do,” he muttered, fully doomed.

Two days later, you opened the back door to the sight of a small, waddling creature in a tiny hand-crocheted sweater vest approaching the porch.

You blinked. “Is that—”

Bucky stood behind the duck, arms folded and entirely too pleased with himself. “His name is Sir Quacksalot. He likes strawberries. And cuddles.”

You gasped. “YOU GOT ME A DUCK?!”

He shrugged. “You said pretty please.”

Your squeal nearly shattered glass. You scooped the duck into your arms and spun around like you’d just won the lottery. “This is the best day of my LIFE.”

Bucky leaned against the railing, watching you coo over your new feathery friend. His chest felt warm—like some part of him had been waiting his whole life to see you this happy.

There was nothing he wouldn’t give you. No wish too silly. No ask too big.

At least, that’s what he thought—until you stopped asking.

It started subtly.

You still smiled at him, still kissed his cheek while he made coffee in the morning, still called him your “Bucky bear” when you wanted to make him blush (which always worked). But you weren’t asking anymore. Not for little things. Not even for something as simple as “can we make pancakes for dinner?” or “let’s take the long way home.”

At first, Bucky didn’t notice. Life got busy. He assumed it was just a lull, something fleeting. But after a week, then two, his chest began to tighten with something like worry.

You still looked happy. But it was quieter. Softer. More... reserved.

He started paying more attention. How your “thank yous” came with a hesitance. How you’d say, “You didn’t have to do all this,” a little too often. How your smile would falter sometimes when he gave you something, even as you hugged him and said you loved it.

And then one night, while you were asleep curled up in his arms, Bucky got up to grab a blanket—and his eyes landed on your notebook.

He wasn’t looking to snoop. He’d seen you scribble in it before—little doodles, grocery lists, the occasional poem or recipe. But this time, a page had slipped out slightly, catching his eye.

He picked it up.

And his heart stopped.

A sketch. A rough pencil drawing of a cabin. Trees. A porch swing. Notes scribbled in the margins.

String lights here?

Big fireplace with that armchair I love.

Waking up to snow. Coffee in mismatched mugs. Just us.

Then, the words that made his breath catch:

“Somewhere far enough to breathe. Somewhere I can wake up with him and feel like the world is still.”

You hadn’t shown this to him.

You hadn’t asked.

And he knew—instantly, gut-deep—that you’d wanted this more than anything. But you’d stopped asking because you didn’t want to seem like you were asking for too much. As if he hadn’t already given you his heart, his home, his soul.

Bucky closed the notebook gently.

And called in a few favors.

You were already suspicious when he drove you out of the city and wouldn’t tell you why. The trees grew thicker, the air cooler, and your eyes narrowed with every passing mile.

“Bucky,” you said slowly. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

“You’re being weird.”

“I’m always weird.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “If this is a murder cabin, I swear—”

He snorted. “Trust me. You’re gonna like it.”

When he pulled off onto a narrow gravel path, your heart began to thud. And then you saw it.

The porch swing. The twinkling lights. The tall trees surrounding the cabin in quiet serenity, the kind of calm you only ever dreamed of.

Your hand flew to your mouth. “No way,” you whispered.

Bucky stepped out of the car and rounded to your door, pulling it open gently. “Come on, sweetheart.”

You stepped out, staring at the cabin like it might vanish if you blinked. “How did you—?”

“I found your notebook.” You froze.

“I wasn’t snooping. Just saw the page,” he said softly. “And I thought… if you won’t ask for it, I’m just gonna make it happen anyway.”

Your throat tightened. “I didn’t ask because it felt… like too much. You already do so much for me.”

He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin like he was touching something precious. “There’s no such thing as ‘too much’ when it comes to you. You want it? It’s already yours.”

Tears stung your eyes.

He pulled you into his chest and held you there for a long time, his chin resting against your head, his heart thundering against your ear.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured. “And I love you more than I’ve ever known how to say.”

That night, you sat on the porch with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, Bucky behind you, his arms around your waist as you sipped hot cocoa in one of your mismatched mugs.The stars were clear. The world was still.

Sir Quacksalot waddled across the porch in another ridiculous sweater (Bucky had packed a whole duffel bag of duck outfits, because of course he had).

And you leaned back into the arms of a man who would burn down the world just to see you smile.

He kissed your shoulder, then whispered against your skin, “You never have to ask, doll. If it matters to you… it already matters to me.”

And in that moment, with his love wrapped around you like a second skin, you finally believed it.

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