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purplesurveys · 3 months ago

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Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? No, not really. The main thing I do privacy-wise is when I disable tracking whenever I download/sign up in a new app.

Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? if so, did you invite everyone in the class? I didn't. I wasn't popular and never had that many friends to warrant a birthday party. This is besides the fact that my birthday fell during the old summer season (March-June) so not only did I never get to throw a birthday party apart from my 7th; I also never got to experience being greeted by classmates hahaha.

Do you like when things are color coordinated? It's pleasant to the eyes but it's not like it's a mandatory for me.

Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? No. I've never come across those!

Do you think you would be good at memorizing lines if you were an actor or actress? If we're speaking strictly about memorization skills, yes. I have no interest in being an actress though. The task has always seemed so daunting to me.

Can you juggle? No, though I've tried to more times than I can count. It's just not meant for me, heheh.

Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on tv or in a movie for your own? It has for sure happened. Sometimes I've heard a ringing phone thinking it's our landline, only to discover it was the neighbor's.

How often do you use bobby pins? Almost never. The last time I used them was probably during my college grad shoot to hold my hairdo together.

Have you ever used a pedometer? Not a separate one, no. I occasionally check my steps from my phone though.

Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Street.

Are your eyes a different color inside than they are outside? Nope.

What were you doing 45 min ago? I was finishing up some work so I can clear up my load tomorrow. Feeling proud of that :)

What will you be doing in 20 min? Either doing another one of this or preparing to go to Angela. It's her birthday today and she'll be at dinner with her family first, so I'm just waiting for her go-signal to tell me she's free so I can come over.

What did you do yesterday? Yesterday was a full-on rest day because I knew I had lots of work/personal errands to do today. That said, I watched The Emperor's New Groove, Toy Story 1, and Toy Story 2 while watching BTS and Seventeen stuff in between. 100% a lazy day.

Are you in a good mood right now? I wanna say 70% in a good mood? I did all the errands I told myself I absolutely had to do today and I'm stoked about that – and I'm also still seeing Angela and Hans tonight so I'm bound to have a great evening. The only thing that sucks is that the weekend is over again and I feel barely well-rested.

Who was the last person in your bedroom? My sister.

Are you listening to music, if so, what song? No, I have a Ryan Trahan video in the background.

What do you usually order from McDonald’s? Most frequently, a plain cheeseburger and barbecue fries. Other days when I find even that boring, I'll switch it up - usually either a Big Mac or fried chicken and rice.

What is your natural hair color? Black.

What was the last movie you watched? What’d you think of it? Toy Story 2. I love the entire franchise, but it's still nothing compared to the first movie.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Cookie butter coffee.

What are your school colors? Maroon and green.

Are you worried that you won’t be accepted into the college you want? It was definitely a worry I had, but I ended up passing.

What is the last class you failed? Continued from earlier this evening. A 40/100 in my Economics class in college. The only failing mark that sent me straight to laughing because of how ridiculous it was.

Has it snowed where you live yet? Or does it never snow? It does not snow here.

Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? I was only photographed with a Santa when I was 2.

What is the population of the city you live in? Close to a million.

When is the last time you were in a classroom? A few months ago. Andi took me through the law department.

Do you have any homework to be done? What is there to do? Work-wise, no; I did them a few hours ago already.

Did anything exciting happen today? Yes, I saw Angela and got to give her my birthday present. I gave her two Pandora charms and tbh the most exciting thing about it was her confirmation that I didn't get her any dupes (she collects charms in the first place). So YAY we don't need to replace either of them haha.

What color is the sky outside? Pitch black.

Do you own any clothing of your favorite color? Just a few. Purple isn't really my color.

How many tattoos do you want/have? Zero/none.

Do you use cup coasters? When it's available, yeah. When it's not, I don't mind not using one.

Are you on a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? No.

Do you like to draw very detailed drawings, or just stick figures? Stick. Or nothing at all. I can't daw.

Do you own a shirt that says “Vote for Pedro”? Nope.

Do you like Nerds candy? It's always tasted terrible to me. All the rich/popular kids snuck boxes of them in school all the time to flex and Nerds was one of the ways I learned they were all full of shit because it actually tastes horrible.

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fatherbearfreddy · 1 year ago

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Are you guys going to be doing a thanksgiving event or going straight to Christmas festivities?

Thanksgiving sadly does not make much of a profit for Fazbear, so after Halloween we move right into Christmas! Two entire months of Christmas delight! I love Christmas, and here at the pizza plex we have a special holiday celebration called Fazmas right around Thanksgiving day, in fact it is nearly here! I'm sure you have seen the many advertisements about it. It is a party to celebrate the success of the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza Plex Experience (tm)

We have been having it ever since we opened. The contests for the posters, the cookies, and drawings to hang on our special wall of fans!

You are welcome to add more anyways, I have established my own wall of family for the things you here on the internet send to me.

It has always been our favorite holiday.

Shine)) yeah I love Fazmas too. Me and my friends and bringing gifts to open after work tomorrow for a mock Christmas with the band.

#glamrock father #glamdad #glamrock dad #glamfather #shine post #fnaf au #father bear #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy

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smallboyonherbike · 1 year ago

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i was tagged by @benevolentgentleman in a getting to know you meme ty ty!!!!

last song - i can't tell a lie......it was moments - diddy feat. justin bieber. i was listening to apple music a-list pop playlist. it's not terrible but baby era justin will always be my fave tho

favorite color: hot pink!!

currently watching: at this very second a drew gooden youtube video about silly moonwalk shoes

last movie/tv show: just watched a hallmark movie called #xmas where woman as fake relationship to win a design instagram contest it all makes sense. at this point i've probably seen more hallmark movies per year since 2020 than real movies, they're silly and formulaic but they go down so smooth. and i now have opinions on the best of their regular actors (jen lilley's movie where she falls in love w an old timey bootlegging ghost is an actual classic).

and for TV as always i'm watching real housewives as rich women fighting also soothes me (NY and SLC currently, and rewatching old married to medicine the greatest bravo show ever). and also almost done with ofmd s1 rewatch eeeee

sweet/spicy/savory: i've got a major sweet tooth, and college tradition of milk and cookies snack at 9pm every night does make me desire a dessert before bed always. i couldn't handle spicy at all as a kid and now i like it but unfortunately my stomach doesn't. and savory sure yes but sour is king and i do eat a pickle w dinner at home p much always

relationship status: would a coupled up person blog this much

current obsessions: welll my billboard music polls lmao i've done every year of the hot 100 backwards to 1980. might do the 70s if i know enough of the songs for it to be interesting idk.

aside from that i've read 66 books so far this year which is the most of any year since i started tracking in 2017, thank you job with lots of free time. this year the authors i've been reading a ton of are mary balogh (regency romance), jasmine guillory (contemporary romance) and seanan mcguire's october daye (urban fantasy)

last thing i googled: what is a jogging board, which came up in travel guide to charleston i was reading (going for work tomorrow). they kinda look like see-saws but it's like a bench you sit and bounce on? doesn't appear to have a racist history at first glance at least tho w anything in SC you gotta check.

tagging @kinksmog @luluspetals @landunderthewave @polithicc @vvitchy @moonlightbuckleys and anyone who sees and wants to!!

#megamazing #tag game //#as always no pressure to do it bc i tagged and i rlly do mean if you see and want to tag me i wanna see it!

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lucyl626 · 1 month ago

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The Sims 4 - Unlucky Chef - Part 1

(The scenario was buggy when I played it :( But I played it till the end anyway. There was not enough fires)

Bob's new house. He didn't really left Eliza, they are still married and love each other. But Bob got a great opportunity, the Unlucky Chef TV show, and the host offered Bob his dream restaurant if he can win the contest. Will their marriage survive the separation?

After moving in: He is watching the previous season of Unlucky Chef.

First morning in the new house and Bob checking his texts, he is still sleepy and goes to the kitchen to cook something for breakfast.

Fingers crossed

He didn't set the kitchen on fire! An excellent Mac and Cheese for breakfast.

Eliza came over to see Bob.

Their marriage might be not perfect but they clearly saw something in each other that made them fall in love. Bob heart still melts every time when Eliza is kind to him.

Bob asked Eliza if she wants to help him with his work objective (prepare food). They are making chocolate chip cookies (because making pancakes was too funny and too early) Eliza is questioning why she is doing this, she hates cooking, but maybe she loves Bob more.

And it's ready (without any fire incident)

End of day one after cooking three times, Bob starts to think that the rumors are just rumors. They don't have anything to fear and he will have that restaurant at the end.

Day 2, making breakfast, first fire.

For some reason the smoke detector and the fire prevention system failed to switch on but he managed to extinguish the fire.

Eliza invited Bob out for a drink before he needs to go to work. Bob is telling her about the fire and the smoke detector. Eliza is worried.

I ended the date early because Bob needs to go to work. And Eliza is offended. Maybe she hates that Bob don't want to quit the Unlucky Chef.

Bob comes home from work stressed and still thinking about the fire in the morning. Maybe he should order takeout tomorrow?

Day 3: Bob decided to go out to the community garden of Foundry Cove for some fresh ingredients.

Day 4: Bob managed to cook a meal without a fire again. Since he has 75% + who know how much from the fear to start a fire, we can say, Bob is a lucky person. He cooked with the fresh ingredients and finished his first aspiration milestone by creating the 5th excellent dish.

Travis was in my mind for Farrah, and now they are officially wanna date. (Because this is the same save where I played Farrah and the BFFs)

After Bob got the text from Farrah, he felt really flirty and kissed Eliza, who was happen to visit at the moment. They had a quick woohoo after before Bob had to go to work.

Bob got a promotion and he is halfway through the challenge already

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4

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lydianmoding · 1 year ago

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deleting old photos & videos before my phone runs out of storage (a small archive for myself)

my brother does a pirouette

blackboard of the GSA meeting room says, “holiday survival kit: you’re not in the closet, you’re undercover”

bernie sanders comes to town

post-election, a friend & i write the blandest solidarity statement in sidewalk chalk in front of the school, drawing dozens of chalk signatures, backlash from students & parents, and a series of schoolwide conversations

a friend & i realize we look exactly like each other with a genderswap face filter (she later tells me that this sped up her transition)

i am voted most likely to come back and teach at my high school

at my first college party, we eat pancakes and write a zine that we will never print

queer elders from a church i have not attended in many years come to provide hugs & protest songs at court

grocery store shelves are empty

hundreds sit down in the middle of a highway by the police station

twenty-one herbs and spices from the dollar store

the acrylic paint on the grass has not washed off in the rain & the landlord comes tomorrow

an apple cake which is an apology that i give to my old roommates after missing an important meeting

a lamb is born

learning to drive via the farm golf cart

contest to see who can make the most yonic loaf of banana bread

our flower-mobile stops at a hospital on saturday afternoons

learning about mycelia from an old man who is a friend of a friend, who we stay with on a road trip in north carolina, who upon meeting us says, “girls, have you heard about the mushrooms?”

air thick with cicadas

on a restroom wall: “listen, most of us could have ended up in medicine making better money”

sharing a notes doc with classmates at a pre-exam party for a decolonial studies lecture (a year later, i learn that people are still sharing the notes doc, which includes plenty of random bullshit bullet-point conversations between me & friends which they must scroll through to get to the course content — i check the doc and our old conversations have been left untouched)

a friend finds a pair of purple-and-blue heelys, which i left for her in the women’s center just before the pandemic hit, in perfect condition two years later

three people attend my class’s public performance of “key texts in ethnic studies” — these three people are our professor, the founder of the palestine museum, and my mother

biking past ACAB on my way to work

painting someone’s nails in a hammock proves difficult but possible

(screenshot) a lake street dive song; humming this song is a summer victory for a family member & opens up new ways for us to communicate

(screenshot) spreadsheets are finalized at my cousins’ house while they agree to host my family in an urgent situation

a thousand dollars’ worth of gardening gloves from home depot

crying with friends on the walk home after seeing everything everywhere all at once

hiding a box of cookies in a friend’s room, to inform him of if he ever is sad or mad at me (it works)

a friend & I wear wristbands from different concerts on the first night I call 911

hanging laundry from the windows eleven stories high

writing the lyrics to all star on my hand because my friend’s band needs a substitute lead singer

dressed as a teabag for the annual mozart requiem halloween singalong

sneaking into the dining hall for midnight cereal

getting the password to the largest lecture hall on campus from a former council president & using it for a reality tv night

adding my visitor name tag to the hundreds of name tags people have stuck to a telephone pole by the hospital on the second night I call 911

there is a double rainbow on the day of my first therapy appointment

(screenshot) a friend & i make plans to see thao & the get down stay down on june 17, 2070

a friend forges a sign for my dorm room door so as to make it appear that i am a senior & can remain in my room until graduation (it works)

learning that we can sneak into the moma without actually doing so

sneaking onto the balcony of a concert hall without having learned that we are sneaking

the most affordable thrift store in the east village, across from the least affordable thrift store in the east village

watching bee & puppycat with a friend on the train on our way to the opera

(screenshot) friends offer to visit me as I finish my finals in the next town over

a train passes by the window at daycare, which is very exciting for the two-year-olds & becomes a main topic of conversation for them for the next few weeks

an old friend who is visiting town has run into me on the street & we have decided to immediately attend the first event we can find which turns out to be a competitive poetry slam

fireflies

#hello future self #i am saving the photos in google drive so they’re not really gone #i don’t know whether google drive or tumblr will have staying power far into the future #or which will go first?#was thinking it’s good to have things stored in multiple places #so this is just for me to look back upon in my seventies maybe #or earlier than that if at any point i would like to remember that life is beautiful and that i have met a lot of good people #long post #personal #archive

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crystalelemental · 1 year ago

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Reddit has had a lot of new players come in this month, so apparently the Legends Arceus is working really well. But on the other hand, now I have to get into arguments with people again about what’s best for starting players. Specifically, the whole “You should pick SS Blue from Victory Road.”

NO! God, I hate when people do this.

SS Blue isn’t that good for a starting player. By modern standards he’s a defensive tank with zero healing potential. “But he’s so bulky, bro!” Yeah, so is SS Morty, pull him tomorrow it’s worth it I promise. Even without SS Morty, just pick BP Morty as your first draw. Same defensive buffing but better because both defenses at once, Potion for healing, and goddamned Astonish for flinch rate, with a much easier time investing in him. Yes I am saying BP Morty is better than SS Blue. I’ll say all kinds of defensive supports are better than SS Blue. Dawn is better than SS Blue! She’s got built-in Vigilance at a time when you don’t have lucky cookies, and a Full Restore, she’s far more effective than Blue at physical tanking.

I think the main problems are

(1) Memories of a bygone era. SS Blue used to be top dog. He used to compete. Nowadays he doesn’t really. He’s okay at best. But this nostalgic sense of Genwunnerism is the same shit that resulted in people claiming SS Kris was worse than him a year ago, in the most deranged take to date. He’s just not that good anymore, bro.

(2) Failure to recall that this is a 1/5 investment. New players don’t have candy. New players can’t throw gems at an older unit who’s not available anywhere else. New Players get this one copy, and make the most of it. SS Blue, at 1/5, is absolute garbage. Zero healing. Zero. Cannot heal you at all. They’re also recalling bulk from an EX perspective, and it’s like...man, they don’t have those resources. And SS Blue is not who I’d pick first if I needed an EX supporter. It’s the same issue as people who are advocating SS Red over SS Leaf. They recall an SS Red that was instantly 3/5 and EX because he was the biggest shit the game had at the time. 1/5 SS Red does not melt off-type stages. He barely competes.

All this to say, for a starting player...man, the answer is SS Leaf no contest.

All three of these idiots are getting benched at higher level play anymore. Grid expansions can put SS Red back on the map, but that hasn’t happened yet, so it’s unreliable, especially since he is effectively a free unit now, and they don’t take kindly to those. But for a starting player, with no resources to improve move level or to EX? Leaf wins every time.

What does SS Blue functionally accomplish for a starting player? Is he going to single-handedly carry a Gauntlet stage? Not without sufficiently competent strikers behind him, and even then the lack of any healing is going to put pressure on him. Keep in mind that Safety Net only works when he takes sync, which is generally a waste if he’s not EX. And he’s sure as hell not handling CS without good offensive partners.

What does SS Red functionally accomplish? His 1/5 damage isn’t sufficient for a self-reliant Gauntlet clear. I can’t get him to beat Gauntlet stages at 3/5 without significant support half the time. And in CS, he’s again not going to melt stages without his EX and 3/5. His DPS just isn’t there, and you don’t have sync supporting it either. When completely uninvested, he doesn’t accomplish much.

What does SS Leaf functionally accomplish? 2500 points in Master Mode, guaranteed. Stall meta, baby! Stallmaster Leaf is back! AoE Toxic and Potion support, are you kidding? Spend your first BP ticket after like two days of playing on BP Clemont, and you can beat nearly any CS stage at full points. And for a starting player? That’s your candy coin. That’s 30 more powerup tickets. 200 more points anywhere in the run, that’s a full 5* powerup. That’s functional. That’s something reliable and consistent every single week. That’s what you need as a new player. And frankly, once you start breaking in, Leaf still carries her weight, because some types are just harder to acquire. She’ll almost always be able to fill in for a type that’s weak in your roster.

It just bothers me how often I have to argue about the merits of SS Leaf as a starting tool, when the other two are only discussed as a nostalgia factor. They’re not even that good, bro.

#pokemon masters

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exy-shmexy · 2 years ago

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high school au rivals to lovers kevaaron

kevin getting his science test back with a 98 so he smugly turns around to shove it in aaron’s face. aaron raises an eyebrow, lifts up his paper to show to bright 99 with a shit-eating grin (andrew got 100 but will never show it to anyone).

their next class is a history presentation, afterwards the teacher discusses grades (my high school did that idk if yours did too but it was the WORST anyway) kevin gets a full score.

english class arrives and it is set to be a debate, cue the two having an argument-contest of symbolism and meaning of a certain poem they had to study.

one day kevin shows up to the library to find all the seats taken except the one next to aaron. he grumpily considers his options but when aaron looks up from his textbook he turns on his heels and tells himself it’s not too cold to study outside yet.

then they are assigned a presentation for their spanish class. neither of them speaks it very well (they would have preferred being with the weird kid andrew always hangs out with) but they have no choice so kevin tells aaron to come at his place during the weekend to work on it.

it’s a bit of a disaster because they keep bickering but then eventually manage to get an outline for it after way too much time wasted deciding who should work on what. aaron brought his old laptop so they both start working on their part in silence, neither happy to be in the other’s presence but at least working is familiar and comfortable, so much so that they don’t see time pass. kevin’s step-mom comes home and she tells aaron he should stay for dinner with them. he refuses but she insists because “listen i got too much food, what’s one more mouth to feed”.

(little does she know aaron hasn’t eaten anything since the previous evening. his mom is going to be mad if he doesn’t come home but kevin’s step-mom, abby, is very sweet and besides kevin looks constipated at the prospect of him staying so he ends up accepting)

aaron helps get the table ready while kevin chops veggies with way too much force, abby makes small talks but it’s alright, at least aaron doesn’t have to think about the screaming that will be waiting for him at home.

just as dinner is ready, the high school coach, who is also kevin’s father, arrives and stomps in all grumpily because some kids tripped each other on the tracks so he had to take them to the hospital for a sprained wrist and a sprained ankle. coach wymack looks at aaron then at kevin and then huffs. “‘bout time you brought a friend here” “he’s not my friend” “whatever you say kevin”. dinner is pleasant and aaron doesn’t remember the last time his stomach felt so full, kevin’s parents keep asking him questions and he finds it surprisingly easy to talk to them, especially because kevin is silently fuming opposite him.

aaron goes home with a tupperware full of food but as soon as tilda sees him she slaps him in the face because “where the fuck were you”. aaron drops the tupperware in surprise and apologizes profusely, when tilda is done with him he runs to his bedroom and doesn’t get out until the next day. kevin is the first person he sees in class, if he notices the still red mark on his cheek or the stiff way aaron holds himself, he doesn’t comment on it. aaron sits next to him to review their notes and kevin says “you’ll have to bring the tupperware back”

aaron “i’ll bring it tomorrow”

kevin “abby gave me these for you” kevin gives him a small bag of wrapped cookies.

aaron “why?”

kevin “because she has the audacity to like you”

they get an a for their presentation and aaron is invited for dinner again the following friday, kevin starts warming up to aaron even tho aaron keeps his distance until one day it’s just the two of them left in the locker room and oh fuck kevin is shirtless and oh fuck abs.

aaron realizes something about himself in that moment while kevin seems completely unbothered, but then a smirk stretches the corner of his mouth and oh fuck aaron is standing too close. kevin tilts his chin up with one finger and kisses him right there

#an oldie but a goodie #seriously i love this hc a bit too much #what if i wrote a proper fic for it 😳#not that i already have two big wips going on already but you know #kevaaron #kevin day #aaron minyard #aftg #aftg headcanon

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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Lean on Me

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Gender Neutral Reader Word Count: 4,717 Tags: SFW, Fluff, 5+1 Trope, Obliviousness, Mutual pining, Aaron Hotchner deserves good things, Canon typical injury Summary: Five times you want to kiss the frown off of your boss's face, and one time you actually do it. *Requested by Anon. Link to AO3 or read below! “It doesn’t make sense.”

You stick a tack in a photo of a murdered woman—unfortunately one of many you’ve stuck to this board—and turn to face Hotch, who is looking over your handiwork with a quizzical expression.

“What doesn’t?” He takes a few steps closer, crosses his arms in front of him.

“Why would the unsub leave his comfort zone? The first six abductions occurred within five miles of the college, so why did the seventh and eighth happen almost twelve miles away?” He reaches for the board, traces his finger along the circle Reid had colored in on the map. “We profiled that he’s disorganized and far from confident, so why would he do that?”

He looks over at you, frowns, and not for the first time your gaze is drawn to the little crease between his eyebrows that always forms when he is puzzled, worried, confused, stressed, or otherwise unhappy. In short, it’s there kind of all of the time.

For the first time, though, you think of how easy it would be to lean over, press your lips there, smooth it out, and maybe even get him to smile for a change. He has a great smile, when he lets people see it.

You shake the daydream, rewind back to the question he asked, and wrinkle your nose in thought.

“Maybe his circumstances changed? It's summer now, and there are still classes, but students aren’t living in the dorms. Maybe he moved back home or got an apartment off campus that’s within that area—or a job.” He sighs, runs a hand over the back of his head, nods.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. That’s good. I’ll mention it to the others.” He pulls out his phone, and you grab another photo, another thumbtack, but something stops you and you lay a gentle hand on his arm.

“You don’t have to think of everything, you know. That’s why you have us.” He exhales, his shoulders losing a little of their tension, and that forehead wrinkle gets a little less deep.

“Sometimes I forget that not everything needs to be done the hard way. Or by me.”

“What? You, Aaron Hotchner, doing things the hard way?” you tease, and you are gifted a glimpse of his rare, unfiltered smile.

“Okay, enough pointing out my flaws,” he says with a raised eyebrow, though he’s still smiling, and as he looks down to type out a text, you remember to pull back your hand.

“I would never.” He looks up from his phone at that—maybe at the conviction in your voice, which you hadn’t exactly intended—and his expression softens further.

“I know you wouldn’t.” You hold eye contact for a moment, and then turn to finish preparing the board, pinning up another photo of another woman and reminding yourself that they need you to focus on the task at hand. Two weeks later, you knock on Hotch’s office door, a stack of completed consults in your hand. He looks up, that familiar notch in between his brows, a scowl on his face; when he sees that it’s you, he tones it down a little.

“Draw the short straw?” he asks, and you figure that’s because everyone knows he is in a bad mood and they’ve been avoiding this office all day. You shrug.

“It was rock, paper, scissors, but yes.” He huffs a short laugh, and you smile, step toward his desk. “Anything I can do to lighten the load?”

“Technically you’re adding to it,” he says with a glance at the files in your hand, and you set them on one of the chairs with a purposefully loud thump and then take the other seat.

“Technically. But technically, you only need to review my consults; I can review theirs. Right?” He mulls it over a moment, like the thought never crossed his mind—of course Aaron I have to do everything myself Hotchner would never suggest such a thing, even as the team sits in the bullpen with nothing to do, seeing who can throw M&Ms into Spencer’s mouth from the furthest distance.

“Technically,” he agrees, and you pluck a pen out of his pen cup and take the first file off the pile, open it in front of yourself, careful not to cut into the workspace he’s occupying. You both smile softly down at your work, and you actively do not think about that wrinkle between his eyebrows.

About an hour later, he reaches for his mug out of habit but finds it empty; you stand, take it in your hand, and he makes a noise of protest.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” you say, and you walk toward the door. “I need some too. I’ll be right back.”

You pass through the bullpen—apparently the M&M contest led to a sugar crash, because Spencer is laying with his head on his desk—and grab your cup off your desk, take both to the break room to fill them.

Derek appears next to you as you’re stirring your sugar in.

“Coffee date with the boss?” he asks with a curious expression, and you shake your head.

“Of course not. I’m helping him with the overwhelming amount of paperwork on his desk so his mood improves, instead of just ignoring him.” You raise an eyebrow in challenge, and Derek scratches the back of his head.

“Never thought of that,” he admits, and you pat him on the arm and take your coffees back upstairs.

Hotch looks up at you as you set his mug down, says a soft thank you, and you grab the pile of files you brought up, separate them, and head back downstairs.

“You review mine,” you say to Derek, handing him a stack, “Emily take Spencer’s, Spencer take Derek’s, I’ll take Emily’s.” They look at you like they have no idea what to say, and you just smile, tap the top of Spencer’s head with a folder. “I’ll come back down and grab them in a little bit.”

“Yes, boss,” Emily says, and you grin on your way back upstairs. Hotch is standing when you arrive this time, looking out the window over the bullpen.

“What did you do?” he asks, turning to you, frowning again. You’re so close that kissing that wrinkle would be effortless. All you’d have to do is lean in.

You smile.

“I delegated, Hotch. You should try it some time.” You put your hands on his arms and guide him back to his desk. “Now what can I help you with?”

By the end of the day, his desk is clean and his bad mood is long gone. He closes the last of his files, sighs deeply, covers your hand with one of his, and says thank you.

The next morning when you come in, there is a steaming latte and a cookie on your desk, and you can’t stop smiling the rest of the day. Your next case is draining, children abducted and left for dead, and everyone is on edge, but no one more than Hotch. You’re fairly certain his face hasn’t relaxed since the initial briefing, and he’d be a prime candidate for the old ‘your face will get stuck like that’ joke, if anyone was up to joking.

The team catches the unsub, saves one child, but not until after three are dead; you take a late flight home because no one wants to stay another night in a town it feels like you’ve failed, and everyone curls up to get some rest except you and Hotch.

You try to read the book you brought along—a science fiction dystopian novel, something to get you out of your head and away from real life problems—but you’re a little distracted by Hotch’s sighing. It’s become an every-five-minutes thing, and while you’re definitely on board with sighing as a way to decompress, he’s not decompressing. He looks like he’s in pain mentally, exhausted physically; you’re not sure how everyone else was able to ignore it and go to sleep, but then you figure everyone else may not be as in tune with him as you are. As observant.

As in love.

Not that that matters: you know your issues, and some of his issues, and there’s the whole superior/subordinate thing which doesn’t really do anything for you except give you a stomach ache. It would never work out, even if he somehow, miraculously, were to love you back—and that’s a pretty big if in and of itself.

But still, you notice him, can’t help it, and the sighing is getting to be a little much. You sigh yourself, put your finger in between the pages of your book, and walk over to take the seat next to him; he looks over at you, frowning just like always, and you carefully close his file and set it aside.

Neither of you say anything to the other, just look each other over for a moment, and then you lean lightly against his shoulder and flip back to the beginning of your book.

“I still dream of the island. I sometimes approach it across water, but more often through air, like a bird, with a great wind under my wings. The shores rise rain-coloured on the horizon of sleep, and in their quiet circle the buildings: the houses grown along the canals, the workshops of inkmasters, the low-ceilinged taverns.”

You keep your voice low and soothing, and you are just turning to page fifteen when you feel the weight of his head drop onto your shoulder.

The crease between his eyes melts away in sleep.

You read until you make it home, and you wake him up with a gentle nudge before the rest of the team drifts back to consciousness. He looks at you, blinks slowly like he’s trying to remember where he is, and then gets a little sheepish when he puts two and two together, realizes he fell asleep on your shoulder.

You just shake your head, give his arm a squeeze, and head back to your seat to gather your things. You, Hotch, and Emily are catching the elevator to the parking garage—after staying two hours later to work on some rush consults straight from Strauss—when he looks at something on his phone that makes him groan aloud. You and Emily share a look, and you ask what’s wrong.

“I just remembered I’m supposed to have a treat for Jack to take to school tomorrow and it’s, what, seven thirty?”

“So just stop at the supermarket on your way home; no one can tell the difference anyway,” Emily says, but you and Hotch both shoot her a skeptical glance.

“It’s all about the treats at a school like Jack’s,” you supply, and Hotch looks over at you like he’s surprised by your comment. “If they’re not homemade, the parents talk. Plus there’s probably an allergen list a mile long: no nuts, no eggs, no soy, no dairy. You have to pick him up from Haley’s tonight, right?” You’re pretty sure, but when he nods he confirms it. “So pick him up, go home and get some dinner, put him to bed, and I’ll text you when I’m on my way over with the goods. I have a great recipe for vegan apple cinnamon muffins that will go over really well.”

“You really don’t have to do that; I’ll figure something out,” he says, but you just shake your head and pull up the recipe on your phone.

“Forget it, it’s already done. I have everything I need at home already; let me help,” you murmur softly, and when he looks at you with the furrowed brow that comes with accepting kindness from someone else, you almost forget it’s not just the two of you in the elevator. It’s only when Emily clears her throat that the eye contact breaks. He nods.

“Okay. Thank you; I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” The elevator dings and it stops at the parking garage; the three of you get off and head in separate directions for your cars. “I’ll text you.”

“Goodnight,” Emily says with a grin, and you wave at her, hop into your car, and head for home.

About two hours later, you show up at Hotch’s door with two dozen apple cinnamon muffins, and unbleached, whole wheat flour in your hair, and he has coffee brewing, a smile on his face.

“You don’t know how grateful I am,” he says as he ushers you into the kitchen, takes the boxes of muffins from your hands, and pours you a cup of dark, delicious coffee. You sip it slowly, savoring the taste—you should have known he’d have incredible coffee—even though it’s far too late for you to be indulging. Unless you’re working a case, you usually switch to decaf by three.

“I know you are. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think you’d appreciate the gesture.” You lean forward, open a box, and pull out two muffins, handing one to him. “I made a couple extra so we could taste test; if I accidentally put salt in instead of sugar, you’re on your own,” you joke, and you wait for him to taste it before taking your own bite.

“That’s delicious. There’s really nothing unapproved in here?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“Nope, it’s all healthy and allergen free, except for the flour, but that wasn’t on the list you sent.” He reaches a hand toward you, and you don’t realize, at first, that he’s brushing the flour out of your hair.

“Messy baker,” he teases, and your heart feels really full, being in his kitchen like this, warm muffins and fresh coffee, even if your hair is a mess. You smile, and he smiles back before dropping into that serious expression, eyebrow wrinkle and all. You think about brushing your lips there tonight, but this feels like two steps forward, and you don’t want to risk taking that step back. “Next time I’ll help you.”

“Oh, next time? You plan on needing my baking expertise again? Fair warning, this is the only recipe I know, so I hope you like apple cinnamon muffins.” You take a sip of your coffee, look up at him, and he takes another bite, nods his head.

“I do. Especially these.”

In a perfect world, what comes next would be a cinnamony, coffee flavored kiss, but the world’s not perfect, and you yawn instead. You look down at your mug like it’s betrayed you, and Hotch chuckles low.

“It’s decaf. I know you usually stop in the afternoon; I wouldn’t forgive myself if you were up all night because of me.” You have always been a person who falls in love with all the little details about someone, so the fact that he’s noticed this, remembers this, makes your heart beat a little faster. “I should let you go. You’ve done so much today, between staying late and baking for Jack—for me. You need to get some sleep.”

He’s right, it’s nearly ten, and you should be getting back home, but this is a moment you never want to end.

You just nod, though, and he reaches out to brush his hand over your back when he walks you to the door.

“Thank you again. I really appreciate that you did this for me,” he says, soft, like he still can’t imagine you would.

“You’re welcome, Hotch. Any time, really; I’m happy to help.”

You get home, clean your kitchen, and have a very late dinner, and the smell of good coffee and apples and cinnamon is still in your nose when you drift to sleep. “You didn’t hear what he said,” Hotch snaps almost a month later, with one hand splayed on his hip and the other on the table in front of him. The moment you saw him engaged in an argument with a member of the Sheriff’s department, fire in his eyes, you’d grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into a small conference room, shutting the door behind you. It took almost three minutes of staring at each other for him to say something instead of just glaring at you for interrupting the pissing contest.

“I don’t need to know what he said. I know you, and I know you handle people like that with a quick, sharp remark and then you wash your hands of it. You don’t argue back and forth, you don’t draw it out. You would have regretted it if you did that today, so I stopped you.”

“You think you know me so well, do you?” he asks in an unkind tone of voice you can’t identify, haven’t heard from him before; the expression on his face is familiar, though, a scowl that only puts emphasis on his handsome features—it’s unfair, really.

You exhale, cross your arms.

“Yes, and I know you well enough to know you’re irritated with him, not me, so cut the shit.”

It’s the first time you’ve ever been quite that direct with him, and certainly the first time you’ve ever sworn at him; your immediate instinct is to apologize, but he surprises you by huffing a laugh. The angry lines of his face smooth into something softer.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. He just—I can’t stand people like that.” He scrubs a hand through his hair in irritation. “We’re here to work—to do a job they couldn’t finish on their own. Not to be… objectified.” He mutters the last word, so low you almost don’t hear it, and then there’s a knock at the door. Derek enters.

“Sheriff wants a word, Hotch; do you have a sec?” With one last look at you, he nods, brushes past him to leave the room. Derek gives you the barest hint of a smile. “He was defending your honor, you know.”

You frown. You didn’t know.

“That jerk was talking about me?” you ask, clarifying, and he nods.

“Something about assuming you’re an athlete because he likes your ass. Set the boss man off.” You walk over to him and leave the room together, heading back to your workspace.

“Well Hotch is right, we’re here to work, not to be objectified. I can see how he would get angry.” Derek shoots you a flat, questioning glance.

“You think he’d be getting that worked up if it was my ass that guy was talking about? Or Emily’s?” The two of you stop outside the conference room, and you cross your arms, lean against the doorframe, frown.

“So what are you trying to say? That he sees me as being weak, thinks he needs to defend me? I'm as capable as either of you.” That may not be strictly true, because you’re a little more brains than brawn, like Spencer in that way, but you can hold your own and you thought Hotch knew that.

Derek just laughs, shakes his head, and ducks into the room. You follow, so confused.

“I thought you were just playing it close to the vest, but you’re oblivious, aren’t you?”

“Oblivious about what?” Emily asks, pen between her teeth, feet kicked up onto a chair, and you shrug.

“I’m still not sure. Hotch got into an argument with a deputy about me, and I asked Derek if Hotch thinks I’m weak and that’s why he felt like he had to defend me.” She smiles broadly around the pen, pulls it out of her mouth with a grin.

“Oh, honey. That’s not it. You know that’s not it, right?”

“I clearly don’t know what’s going on at all, so no, if you’d care to enlighten me,” you say, sinking into an empty chair. “I hate it when you guys are cryptic.” You love your team, but they have a habit of doing this all the time, saying things to each other with their eyes, or just a few words that don’t have any sensible meaning that you know of. It’s like they live to talk over your head, to say things without actually saying them.

“Okay. Hotch has a thing for you,” Emily says simply, and you blink.

Well that’s the very last thing you’d expected to hear.

“He absolutely does not.” You look at Derek, who’s making a face like you’re the one being crazy; you laugh out loud, can’t help it. “He does not. I’m pretty sure Hotch doesn’t have things, and if he did, he wouldn’t have a thing for me.”

“Why not? Because that would be too convenient, since you have a thing for him too?” Derek asks, taking the seat across from you, and you grab the nearest case file, flip it open and focus your attention on it.

“I care about him, the same way I care about all of you, and he maybe needs a little more care—but you guys are reading into things.”

Thankfully, you don’t have to say anything more, because Hotch, JJ, and Spencer return, and you all have a lead to work.

You can’t help but wonder if you’re being obvious about your feelings, though, especially later, when you get back to the hotel and the group decides to have a drink at the bar.

JJ and Emily hit the pool table while Derek and Spencer head up for drinks, and you are left sitting with Hotch at the table, pressed together in the inside corner of a booth.

“Tired?” you ask him, because he does look worn out, his tie a bit loose, his eyes a little red. You know he doesn’t get much sleep when you travel, and you can’t imagine he’ll go to bed even when this little detour is over.

“Always,” he sighs, but when he looks over at you, he smiles, just a little. “Just can’t wait to get out of this town.”

“Yeah, it gives Southern hospitality a whole new meaning, doesn’t it?” The people you’ve interviewed today are, on paper, quite respectable, but there’s a Desperate Housewives, ‘everyone is sleeping with someone else's spouse’ kind of thing going on, and it’s honestly exhausting. To your surprise, Hotch laughs.

“It really does. I don’t think I’ve ever missed the quiet solitude of my apartment quite this much.” You lean back against the vinyl of the booth, sigh.

“I miss my apartment, but it’s been too quiet lately. I prefer the sounds of someone else sharing space with me: the coffee maker percolating, the news in the background, the shower running, the sound of flipping the pages of a book or magazine.” You look down at your hands, because you’re getting a little more emotional than you usually let other people see. “Sorry. I’m not typically this open about being…”

You trail off, but Hotch looks over at you, concerned, the wrinkle between his eyebrows even more noticeable when you’re sitting this close. You think, just briefly, of running your thumb over it, but with your luck, Derek or Emily would see, and you’d never live it down.

“Lonely?” he finishes softly, and when you nod your head, he covers your hands with one of his own, bumps his shoulder against yours. “I get lonely too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You look up at him, feeling a little vulnerable, and his expression softens. “When we get back, maybe you could come over for dinner some night. Nothing fancy,” he clarifies, and you smile, “just two lonely people being a little less lonely.”

“That would be really nice.” You can see Derek and Spencer approaching out of the corner of your eye, and Hotch must too, because he removes his hand, slips back into the slight, persistent frown you have come to know and love. Derek looks at you, raises an eyebrow, and hands you your beer. You try to tell him to shut up with your face, plan to follow up later to see if that actually worked. “We have an agent down on the second floor,” Spencer says into his comms, and you immediately want to slap him in the back of the head.

“Don’t say agent down, kid; I’m like, slightly wounded at best.” You hold a hand against the stab wound on your side—the unsub honestly just grazed you, and you’d knocked him out with a single punch, which made you feel pretty awesome—and reach out the other so he can help pull you to your feet. Your hand comes up to your own walkie button. “I’m not down, I’m fine—just slightly stabbed,” you add, and Spencer is getting his cuffs on the unsub when Hotch and JJ burst through the doors.

Well, Hotch bursts. JJ follows behind looking strangely winded for one of the most naturally athletic people you know.

“What happened? Are you alright?” he asks, and you lift your shirt to show him the sluggishly bleeding gash.

“I’m fine, see? It’s not even deep. Spencer saw blood and got a little ahead of himself.” You turn to Spencer, who sticks out his tongue, then back to Hotch, who looks haunted and pale, with that goddamn wrinkle between his eyebrows again. He’s bent down, looking over your wound seriously—you’ve had worse, so much worse, that you don’t understand why he’s so worried about it—and then he leans up, presses a hand to your cheek, and pulls you close for a soft, tender kiss.

If this were a movie, right about now a camera would be panning around you in a circle, as you wrap your free hand around his neck, pull him closer, melt against his body like it’s all you’ve been dreaming of for months, and the two of you would break apart smiling, maybe even kiss again.

It’s not a movie, though, so you just bleed out against your hand and freeze, because Hotch is kissing you at a crime scene and you almost got filleted, so you’re not sure if this is a you got hurt, so I’d better kiss you kiss or an I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever, and you got hurt so I have to kiss you kiss.

When he breaks the kiss, you’re both breathing a bit heavily, and you don’t know what to do, so you just lean in and press your lips to that wrinkle between his eyebrows that you’ve been thinking about so frequently since the first time you noticed it. You brush a hand through his hair, and when you pull back, he’s smiling.

“What was that?” He covers your hand on your side with his own and helps get you toward the elevator so you can be patched up by the EMTs; JJ and Spencer are left staring, open-mouthed in your wake, with an unconscious unsub at their feet, but neither of you are concerned about that.

“I’ve been thinking of doing that for months now: to kiss that spot between your eyes so you’ll stop frowning for a change. Since I couldn’t, I decided to find other ways to help you stop frowning so much. It kind of became my life’s mission.” He sighs, puts his arm around you and holds you close while you wait for the elevator to bring you to the ground floor.

“I stop frowning when you’re around because you’re around, not just because of the things you do for me,” he tells you, and he presses his lips to yours for another warm, soft, perfect kiss. “I’ve been thinking of doing that for months now.” You tilt your head, make a sound of contemplation, and he chuckles softly. “What is it?”

“I think those cryptic idiots we work with might be onto something,” you say with a grin, and when the elevator lets you off and Hotch helps you toward the ambulance to be patched up, Derek and Emily are waiting with concerned looks on their faces. They must be pretty confused to see you’re grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, you guys were right; Hotch does have a thing for me!” you call as you walk past them, and when your wound is properly dressed and wrapped, you put your arms around his neck and let him kiss you until the frown and accompanying wrinkle are nothing but distant memories.

*The novel excerpt is from The Weaver by Emmi Itäranta.

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bucky barnes fic recs

here are some bucky fics i loved reading!

many of these are 18+ and there are some dark fics in here, so please read the warnings for each fic! if any of the writers i’ve included want anything removed/edited, please let me know!

one shots

jack pendleton | @roger-that-cap

author!bucky x reader

moving into an apartment to get away from your last relationship was fun all fun and games until you met your extremely attractive across-the-hall neighbor, who makes awesome cookies and even better novels.

grip | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

You knew Bucky didn’t like his arm. You just didn’t know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

voicemails to an unmanned inbox | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home.

can’t get the words out | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky’s been awfully distant lately. You don’t think your heart can take what you know he’s about to say.

his everything | @likeahorribledream

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has trouble talking about his feelings and he ends up pushing away the one person he needs the most.

eavesdrop | @bestofbucky

bucky x avenger!reader

things spies don't notice | @starrysebastians

bucky x avenger!reader

don't you worry (your pretty little head) | @babyboibucky

guitarist!bucky x reader

You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.

suburbia | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

sparklin' eyes | @19ana45

roommate!bucky x reader

Prompt: Character A’s current boyfriend/girlfriend/partner mocks Character B for their crush on their best friend, [A]. [B], feeling humiliated, withdraws from the friendship with [A], who is completely oblivious [B] has feelings for them.

reoccurring face | @swtbbybarnes

bucky x reader

he’s been around a lot lately, sometimes multiple times a day, and you’re starting to wonder how much coffee one man can actually drink.

falling for you | @comfortbucky

roommate!bucky

moving on | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x reader

After Bucky had been missing for a year, you had presumed him dead. Time passed, yet you seemed unable to move on from his death. That was until a familiar face came to your doorstep one winter night.

bucky bitchass barnes to the rescue | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

In an attempt to escape from hectic life as an Avenger, you decided to go out on a date. Unfortunately, you got stood up. While Bucky hates you, he hates seeing you embarrassed more and decides to fill in for your M.I.A. date.

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe.

the lost converse | @firefly-in-darkness

bucky x reader

Last nights party was a bit of a mad one, what do you do when you wake up in someone else’s bed?

nervous | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

A nervous Bucky introduces you to his fellow Avengers during game night

fever | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

a little old fashioned | @gogolucky13

bucky x reader

Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you.

sweetart | @onlyjamesbarnes

soft!bucky x baker!reader

your best friend bucky tries to stay platonic with you, letting you live out your dreams, but his instincts soon get the better of him.

the things you've done | @divine-mistake

bucky x reader

what if the world ended tomorrow and all he did was spend his last day with you thinking about how you never hold his metal hand and you never walk on his left side and you constantly reach out for his right arm?

do you still love me? | @thatfangirl42

bucky x reader

2:00am | @thatfangirl42

bucky x avenger!reader

miscommunications | @empyreanwritings

bucky x avenger!reader

cookies, kisses, and such | @sweetbucky

neighbour!bucky

pretending | @multifandomwriter

bucky x reader

Bucky notices you at a party and is instantly attracted to you. Steve instantly notices the lovestruck look in his eyes, but also his nerves that are stopping him from talking to you. So Steve plays on Bucky’s jealousy to get him to make a move.

good together | @irndad

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

bucky and his girlfriend are in secret, and they think they are absolutely perfect for each other. literally everyone else in the compound thinks bucky and nat are made for each other.

l-o-v-e | @irndad

college!bucky x reader

college!bucky meets reader in a library and it’s all downhill from there. He’s desperately in love and pining and it’s all ridiculous and he doesn’t think she could like him back.

tell me the truth | @bwhitewolfbarnes

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky finds himself overhearing your conversation with his younger self, and he hates the way it makes him ache. He needs to know what is real.

the staring contest | @jobean12-blog

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has a staring/glaring problem and you can’t figure out why!

lavender | @wkemeup

bucky x reader

Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know.

little lion man | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

Sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know

purgatory | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

i love you, you idiot | @chrisevansjellybeans

bucky x reader

all the good things | @houseravenclaws

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky’s been more than a little happy recently. sam thinks it has something to do with the pretty girl on the team.

tap | @houseravenclaws

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.

shaking | @clintbartonswife

bucky x avengers!reader

after you get injured on a mission, the usually stoic Bucky breaks, and you see a side to him that he’s kept hidden ever since his acceptance into the Avengers.

deserving | @hanoella

bucky x healer!reader

When someone bad mouths Bucky in your presence, you set things straight.

keep me cool | @chouettedubois

bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.

on, off and repeat | @avasparks

neighbour!bucky x reader

i wished on the moon for you | @sunmoonandbucky

bucky x reader

After losing Bucky, you were devastated. So when Howard Stark asks for volunteers for an experiment, you’re the first in line.

the hottest avenger | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x avenger!reader

Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

hey daddy | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x avenger!reader

You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

crash course | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x reader

Bucky is a regular at the café where you work at and seeing him struggling with technology, you offer to help him, teaching him the basics while you are both thinking about taking it a little further than just a crash course.

little things | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x avenger!reader

missed chances | @soap-bubble-nebula

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky is about to ask out the reader, but right before she could answer him her ex calls her up and she answers happily as she always wanted a second chance with said ex

truth or dare? | @soap-bubble-nebula

bucky x avenger!reader

the experiment | @soap-bubble-nebula

bucky x reader

make believe on christmas eve | @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

bucky x reader

When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadn’t expected to be put in this situation; you never thought you’d actually have to bring “him” over.

sick day | @nastybuckybarnes

bucky x avenger!reader

you tell a little white lie to escape Avenging for a day, and Bucky finds out. He’s hurt and upset, until he finds out your reason why.

spies and secrets | @barnesandco

bucky x reader

Bucky buys a new jacket that is… uncharacteristically bright. Sam ribs him for it, and you- you don’t know what to do with yourself.

the bar rules | @buckyhoney (18+)

bartender!bucky x reader

the family lunch | @buckyhoney (18+)

dad'sbestfriend!bucky x reader

forbidden fruit | @bucksfucks (18+)

dad'sbestfriend!bucky x reader

you attempt to set your ex’s things on fire. bucky has a better idea.

mr. brightside | @bucksfucks (18+)

ex'sdad!bucky x reader

the one where you fuck your ex's dad

left gasping for air | @bucksfucks (18+)

bucky x reader

doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.

love me harder | @celestialbarnes (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

you and bucky have been flirting and screwing around for months now, after seeing him getting frisky with someone else, you decide to do the same and bucky’s just about had enough.

sweeter than sugar | @angrythingstarlight (18+)

chubbybaker!bucky x reader

look my way | @sableseb (18+)

neighbour!bucky x reader

boyfriend upgrade | @multifandomwriter (18+)

roommate!bucky x reader

You have always been close with your roommate, Bucky, but tensions start to rise when your boyfriend begins to stay over at your apartment. You feel like you’re drifting apart until Bucky accidentally sees you almost naked.

lure | @bccky (18+) dark

bucky x reader

it’s all about the perfect lure

plan | @sergeantxrogers (18+)

bucky x reader

“I was supposed to forget about you, and you were supposed to forget about me, but damn it if I could ever forget about you because since the day I saw you, you never left my mind and you were all I thought about,” he rambled, focusing on anything his eyes could land on that wasn’t you. “You’re… you’re still all I think about,” he whispered, voice tired and beaten, like the very sentence had been waiting in his throat for years just to get a chance to come out into the open.

play pretend | @wkemeup (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

you’re mine | @marveicinematics (18+)

bucky x reader

Having a secret relationship with a man as insecure and complex as James Buchanan Barnes may not have been the best idea you had, but one thing was certain: you knew how to make him feel better about the things that bothered him.

white lies and truth serum | @mariessecretfantasies (18+) dark

dark!bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky share a dance, a few too many drinks, and a night in bed together. Unfortunately, he neglects to tell you that he can’t get drunk.

bitter fruit | @divine-mistake (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

“The mission was already a success!” you say and you can feel tears burning the back of your eyes. You will yourself to blink them back. “You had the files, the base was set to detonate, I don’t understand why you didn’t just stay on the fucking jet.”

“Because you were going to die.”

always here | @simsadventures (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

You have an obvious crush on Bucky, and kind of hope he feels the same. But when you overhear agents talking about you, and then even Bucky, you realise there is no hope for you. At least you think there isn’t.

your captain | @onlyjamesbarnes (18+)

dark!bucky x reader, husband!steve x reader

a perfect anniversary night gets interrupted by his best friend, who happens to be your boss.

series/multi-chap

graveyard , sacrifice | @wkemeup

bucky x healer!reader

As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too.

sunrise | @wkemeup (18+)

veteran!bucky x librarian!reader

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you.

TiMER | @xbuchananbarnes (ongoing) (18+)

bartender!bucky x reader (soulmate au)

“If a clock could count down to the exact moment you’ll meet your soulmate, would you want to know?”

the match | @babyboibucky (ongoing) (18+)

ceo!bucky x reader

You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

the holiday hack | @gogolucky13

bucky x reader (modern au)

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party.

sexual healing , medicine | @gogolucky13 (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

You ask a touch-starved Bucky if he wants to try something new in an attempt to take your minds off work.

vacant mirrors | @whirlybirbs (18+)

bucky x reader

shit's been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. set before tfatws; a friends-to-lovers, slowburn, eventual smut.

salvatore | @nsfwsebbie (18+) dark

dark!bucky x reader

Bucky Barnes doesn’t believe in love anymore. Especially after the tragic, unknown death of his wife, Natasha. He thinks it’s stupid and a waste of time and- oh my. Hello there, you. There you were, with your notebooks and your novels, writing your heart away. He’s hellbent on saving you from this nasty world, his elusive neighbor that has him under the stupid spell of love. You soon find yourself trapped in a tragic love story with Bluebeard, not Prince Charming.

polyonymous | @bubblebuckys

bucky x reader (social media au)

You met James on Twitter three months ago, and you’ve talked everyday since. You really like him, and you don’t think you’ve met anyone like him. That is, until the fateful night that brings the Avengers to you. You meet Bucky Barnes, and then you’re stuck choosing between two guys so alike you find yourself asking why they couldn’t be the same person.

going live , offline | @ritesofreverie (18+)

camboy!bucky x reader

your new neighbour looks so familiar, where had you seen him before?

heavy metal lover | @mypoisonedvine (ongoing) (18+)

sub!bucky x dominatrix!reader

working as a dominatrix is never exactly easy, but a new client brings challenges you never expected.

fake boyfriend real orgasms | @bucksfucks (ongoing) (18+)

roommate!bucky x reader

when bucky needs a date to sam’s wedding, he makes a deal with you. when it starts to turn into something a little more real, you realize how deep you’re in.

almost had me believing it | @tuiccim (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

it's brooklyn, baby | @my-divine-death (ongoing) (18+)

college!bucky x reader

hush 1 2 | @starbuckie (ongoing)

bucky x reader

in quiet corners and selfish moments, y/n and bucky have kept their relationship a secret, one love that was pure and untouched by the darkness that surrounded them. but after bucky is able to walk the streets a free man once again, will their love be able to survive?

misconceptions | @firefly-in-darkness (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

what a night | @jurassicbarnes

bucky x reader

Bucky Barnes is out in the new world, navigating through everyday life and it’s trials and tribulations. His therapist insists he tries new things. He has collected a few new hobbies. But when it comes to making new acquaintances, what’s a better way to meet new people than a little dating site called Tinder.

hey, professor | @balenciagabucky (ongoing) (18+) dark

professor!bucky x reader

professor barnes always had his eye on you, you noticed it, your girlfriend noticed it, even his friends and after one raunchy photo sent to him, a joke, nothing more, in his world you become more than just a student

missing piece 1 2 3 4 | @likeahorribledream

bucky x avenger!reader

seeing red | @mypoisonedvine (18+)

bodyguard!bucky x actress!reader

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

flight risk , no control | @wkemeup

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

Bucky becomes a flight risk after a failed mission and is put in lockup under Steve’s orders. Even though Bucky won’t say a word of what happened, you camp outside the door to his cell so he knows he isn’t alone.

bad match | @justreadingfics (18+)

bucky x reader

Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.

unbroken | @constantwriter85 (18+)

bucky x hacker!reader

Bucky isn’t happy about being paired with a snarky, untested hacker on a stealth mission to infiltrate Hammer Industries. But when the mission spirals out of control and they’re both captured, he finds out just how much heart his hacker has–and how far she’s willing to go to protect the lives of others.

if i only had a heart 1 2 | @chouettedubois (18+)

bucky x reader

Team Cap is back at the compound after being pardoned. Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings reader in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process.

text me | @soap-bubble-nebula

bucky x reader

Tony and the other’s are off on a mission, and it’s up to you to help Bucky get comfortable and assimilate into normal life. He texts you because Tony told him he could.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fic #fic rec

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annenhypen · 4 years ago

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Falling

jay x reader

high school au! strangers to friends to lovers au!

word count: 2.8k

writer’s note: this is the longest work i have written so far and I ENJOYED WRITING IT SO MUCH! I really want to write drabbles for this pairing if this does well!!! let me know what you guys think.

tags: @gratefulmaria @azeugirdor @eggbutnotyolk @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3

Before Meeting Him

You and your boyfriend, Daniel, had a steady relationship. Growing up together and ending up going to the same schools, it was like you guys were destined to be together. You were best friends until one day he asked you out and decided to change your title to his “girlfriend”.

You were seated next to him in the first period as he turned his head to face you.

“I heard there’s a new transfer student in our class” he informed you, causing your eyebrows to shoot up. Students rarely changed schools in the beginning of the senior year, so you got curious about the new presence in your class.

He entered the classroom on his first day, dressed in a black hoodie in contrast to his bleached hair but matching his black jeans. Every clothing he put on that day was black except for the four silver rings he put on his hands. He stood next to your teacher and introduced himself to the class. Despite his dark style, he introduced himself with a bright smile that caught your attention for a little too long. Jay. His name fits his appearance you thought. You watched him walk to the only empty seat in the classroom which was the seat in front of your boyfriend who was sitting next to you. You looked away when he made eye contact with you, catching you staring at him.

Meeting Him

Turns out that Jay was not just your classmate. He was also the son of the family who moved in next door. You were surprised to see him open the door when your mother sent you to give your new neighbors a welcome gift, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. You collected yourself and smiled brightly, holding out the plate filled with cookies in front of you.

“Hello, I am Y/N. I live next door and my mother sent these for you to say welcome to our neighborhood.” you explained, finally looking at his eyes. He smiled back at you, taking the plate out of your hands.

“Thank you so much, it’s very nice of her and you. I am Jay. I am pretty sure we are classmates as well.” he answered. You nodded at him.

“I’ll see you in class then” you said and took one step back to go back to your house. You saw him wave a goodbye at you before turning around.

An Offer

Many things were unpredictable in your life. For example, you never expected your relationship with Daniel to come to an end so quickly but it did. You also did not expect your long term friendship with your -now- ex boyfriend to get ruined, following your break-up. You were still seated next to each other in class but you rarely talked. He never texted you about anything other than your classes. It was a hard time for both of you. You were sad because losing a friend who has been there all along was not easy to take it in.

“I am going to assign all of you into study groups today. I am expecting you guys to meet outside of class to encourage each other to study for the upcoming exams” announced your homeroom teacher on the third Friday of your senior year, causing your classmates to whine to voice their complaints out. You opened your notebook as you waited for your name to be called.

“Ruby, Luke, Y/N, Jay and Daniel, you guys are Team B” you heard your teacher added after checking his journal.

Here’s how these “study groups” worked: every group member had to do their best and get a good grade on the exams. After the exams week, the average grade for each team was calculated by your teacher and the team with the highest average score received a prize in return. This way, your teacher made sure everyone helped each other to increase the average grade for their teams.

“Make sure to exchange phone numbers and make a group chat to discuss your study plans and meetings” your teacher suggested.

You pulled out a loose-leaf and tapped on Jay’s shoulder who was seating in front of Daniel. He looked back with a questioning expression.

“Write your phone number down and pass the paper to Ruby” you confided and he nodded back at you before taking the paper from your hands. You took the paper back after Ruby and Luke wrote their numbers down. Of course you did not have to ask for Daniel’s number.

“I’ll create a group chat after school, we can discuss the details there” you reported, gaining a nod from every member of your study group.

You were a competitive student. Your grades were always above average and these study group contests made you even more ambitious. As nerdy as it sounded, you wanted to make sure everyone in your team performed well on the upcoming exams.

You knew Ruby was a bright student. Daniel studied regularly as well. Luke was okay as far as you knew. However, you did not know about Jay’s academics. You were determined to learn about it and help him if he needed your help.

“Hey Jay, do you want to walk home together after school?” you asked, smiling politely. He turned to you in surprise and took a look at Daniel’s face. He smirked at Daniel’s clenched jaw and accepted your offer.

Plans

You saw Jay playing with his phone in front of the school gates when you exited the school building. He was wearing his leather jacket, making you look like a child next to him with your fluffy pastel pink cardigan and white outfit. He put his phone into his back pocket when you reached his side.

“You ready?” he questioned looking down at your face. You looked so short compared to his tall figure. You felt intimidated by his eyes and chose to look down at your shoes before nodding your head.

“So… How are you?” he asked, breaking the dead silence as you walked side by side.

“I’m good. I should ask you how you are. Were you able to get used to living here?” you asked, feeling, less nervous as you walked.

“Yes… Actually, I couldn't explore much since I don’t have many friends around here and I usually just go to school and return home during the week” he explained and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. I probably sound like a loser, he thought. You thought for a little before speaking again.

“Hey, I can show you around this weekend if you want? I didn’t have anything planned anyway. Also, this is like the last weekend we can enjoy before studying for the exams. That is… if you want to, of course… I get it if you don’t-“ your rambling got interrupted by Jay’s little chuckle. Cute, he thought.

“I would like that,” he answered. You couldn’t help but smile at his acceptance of your invitation.

“This is kind of random but do you like pancakes?” you asked out of nowhere.

“Who doesn’t like pancakes?” he answered your question with another question causing you to chuckle. I already like this guy, you thought.

“Alright, then we can go to this local diner I know for breakfast tomorrow and start our little tour afterwards” you suggested while looking at him to wait for his answer.

“Alright, sounds like a plan” he concluded. Jay couldn’t help but think how much he wanted this “little tour” of yours to be an actual date.

Getting to Know Him

“Oh you should meet Mr. Bubbles” you insisted as you watched Jay take another bite of his blueberry pancakes. You wanted to introduce your fat Scottish fold to your new friend who apparently loves cats.

“I would love to…But unfortunately, I am allergic to cats” he replied, looking a little sad. You felt the need to comfort him inside you.

“Don’t be so sad! I can just show him to you through the window of my room” you suggested. You heard his small chuckle before nodding at your direction.

From this morning, you learned that Jay is not as intimidating as he looked from outside. He moved to your town from Seattle because of his father’s job. He was good at subjects like English and History but he said he could use some help with Math. His favorite genre of music was Rock and he took dance classes back in Seattle. He was interested in fashion and he liked cats. He had an easygoing personality and a pretty smile- wait, a big smile you meant.

In addition, Jay learned that you liked many more things other than studying: you enjoyed watching romantic comedies the most but one of your common interests was that both of you liked watching anime. You also liked cooking even though you were not as experimental as Jay when you entered the kitchen. Jay was stunned when he learned your favorite rock band: ONE OK ROCK because that was his favorite band too. He was surprised to find similarities between you two when you looked so different from outside. He also learned how much he liked your laugh and how hard he wanted to try to make you laugh more often to just listen to your laugh.

Not so long after, you paid the check and headed to your next destination.

“We’re going to the beach, I hope you know how to ride a bike” you chimed while walking backwards in front of Jay.

“Of course I know how to ride a bike! Who do you think I am?” he fought back right before you tripped on something and almost fell on your butt. He reached forward to catch you by your waist, saving you from both: the pain and the embarrassment of falling in front of Jay.

You both went silent when you were chest to chest. You looked up to Jay’s face while holding your breath. You looked at his eyes and he stared back at yours. You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and that was the signal you got before pulling away from his hold.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy” you mumbled looking down at your feet, continuing to walk next to Jay. He strolled next to you but he did not miss the pink shade on your cheeks before looking ahead.

***

Oh my god Y/N! Get your shit together! What is wrong with you, you just spent a single day with the guy! You told yourself that night, laying down on your bed when you came back from your day with Jay.

Okay, he was attractive, funny and nice to you. He also was a good listener and he was talkative as well. You felt comfortable spending time with him and you felt bad when you said goodbye to him in front of your house before you got in. You sighed before rubbing your eyes and tried to fall asleep without thinking about your cute, hot, funny and sweet classmate.

Study Group

You opened the gates of the coffee shop you were supposed to meet with your study mates 10 minutes later than your agreed meeting time. You hurried your way upstairs where it was more quiet than downstairs and you saw your group members sitting on a table in the left corner of the room. You apologized for being late when you reach their table and took the only empty seat next to Daniel, across from Jay.

You opened your backpack to take your materials out when you realized a cup of coffee was pushed in front of you. You looked up to see Jay grinning at you. He went back to taking notes on his notebook when you reached for the cup to take a sip from it. You realized it was a latte with unsweetened vanilla. Your usual order. He remembered your order from the coffee shop you went on your little tour right before you went to see the local art gallery. You looked at his face to see him watching your reaction. You gave him a small smile while mouthing "thank you" and he returned your smile with a little nod.

Confession

It was right before the Christmas break started when Jay came to terms with his feelings for you. Between the walks you took home together, the shared snacks between classes, the laughs shared during the lunch periods, and the times he snuck into your room to watch your favorite anime together at night when you were both supposed to be sleeping, he fell for you.

Jay was a straightforward guy. If he feels something, he might as well tell you about it. Worst case scenario: you would kindly reject him and he would move on. So he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and texted you.

You grabbed your cardigan from your closet and opened the gates of the kitchen which looked at the backyard as quiet as possible to not wake your parents up. You saw Jay putting his hands in his pockets while waiting for you in the middle of your backyard. His back was facing you so you thought you could have a little fun.

You reached him while tiptoeing silently and grabbed his waist from behind.

“BOO!” you whisper screamed. He jumped and pushed you away while you tried to hold your laugh, but failed miserably. He watched you laugh while he shook his head in disbelief.

“I knew it! You’re still scared of the ghosts” you accused him, stepping forward and putting your pointing finger on his chest. He watched you having fun with an amusing smile plastered on his face. He reached for your waist with his both hands while still looking at you with the same amused smile.

“Why do I even like you?” he muttered in disbelief. You froze. He watched your surprised expression and realized what he just blurted out.

“What?” you asked looking down at his chest because looking into his eyes was very hard at that moment. Jay took a deep breath before continuing.

“I thought I was pretty obvious” he said casually. Your heart was beating so fast that you got scared that Jay might have heard its banging on your chest. You bowed your head down and your forehead touched Jay’s chest. You were shy.

“Ilikeyoutoo” you mumbled so fast, Jay almost couldn’t catch it. Cute, he thought and you felt his lips press on your forehead. You hugged his waist while he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck under the light of the stars.

Secrecy

Ever since you started going on dates with Jay, it was during the Christmas break. You went to cute cafes to drink hot chocolate, went ice skating, and did all the holiday activities together. One thing you didn’t talk about was how you were going to act when you got back to school. So you started sneaking around instinctively.

It was another study group meeting before the upcoming exams. You were seated between Ruby and Jay at one of the tables in your local library’s study hall when you felt Jay’s hand grabbing yours under the table. You turned to look at his face but he shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care. You intertwined your hand with his and put them on top of your thigh. He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand as both of you continued reading your textbooks.

When you were done with studying for History, you had to grab another book from the aisle where English textbooks were put. You got up, letting go of Jay’s hand in the process and went to the English books section. You searched through the bookshelves to find the book you needed. As you were focused on reading the names of various textbooks, you felt a small kiss pressed on the exposed skin of the back of your neck. Your breath caught in the back of your throat when you turned around to see Jay smirking at you.

“They could have seen us” you whispered to him, slapping his arm.

Not So Secretive

Jay entered the class, playing with the straps of his backpack when he saw you sitting on your seat while playing with your phone. He reached his seat to find Daniel sitting on it.

“Why are you sitting here?” questioned Jay, tilting his head to the empty seat next to you where Daniel seated every day except for that day. Daniel let a sigh before looking up at Jay.

“Don’t you want to sit next to your girlfriend?” he asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

Jay did not respond before sitting next to you. You turned your head to see who was seating next to you in surprise before he leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek in front of your classmates.

#enhyphen #enhypen imagines #engene #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen jay #jay fluff #jay x reader #jay imagines #park jongseong #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff

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myonepiece · 4 years ago

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Hello, I was wondering if I could ask for either hcs/ or scenarios on how Smoker, Zoro, and Sanji would ask out there crush please. (Thank you so much for writing it really makes me so happy)

Smoker, Zoro, Sanji asking out their crush

description: how Smoker, Zoro, and Sanji (separate) would ask out their crush

warnings: none

a/n: I got a bit carried away...

as “old” as he is, not much of that is experience- if any. he’s always been focused on his career, and I doubt he’s ever been in a relationship (I actually wouldn’t be that surprised if he’s still a virgin)

so that being said, he has no idea how to approach this situation. he’s never felt the exact need to make someone happy, or even more so flatter them. the only people he’s tried to impress are his higher-ups and he doubts you would want 3 wanted pirates thrown at your feet and a love confession

and he refuses to ask anyone for help

for days, weeks, half of his days are spent trying to think of how to ask you out he might go into town and try to spot anyone asking someone out, he’ll try to find anything about it in books laying around, he’ll rack every part of his mind for something, he even tries to throw Tashigi hints to tell him how she would want to be asked out- so he would have an idea for you

eventually after weeks of his every thought being consumed by an unfamiliar feeling of lost helplessness, he’s in his office late at night staring at the bouquet of flowers he got in town when he had passed a flower cart, in the moment thinking “well it wouldn’t hurt to buy them, just in case”

he slams his fist on the table and grabs the flowers, which have now lost the wrap they were in because of his constant grab-pace-regret-put down. then he storms out of his office and goes to your house/office/room/station and knocks. as soon as you open the door or turn around and look at him, he shoves the flowers towards you with a feverish blush on his cheeks.

“here. would you let me take you out tomorrow?”

his heart is p o u n d i n g and the part of his cigars that he bites have practically been ground to ash. when you say yes he grunts in response and seems to freeze for a moment, staring intently down at you- then he quickly leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head beefore turning on his heel and hurrying “casually” back to his office

he just couldn’t go longer without touching you in the slightest bit, his constant daydreams made him long for your affection so much he at least had to give you a quick peck to tide him over- but in all of his panic and spontaneous confession he forgot to tell you when or where the date would be

cue blushy Smoker

Zoro is similar to Smoker, except Zoro definitely has no experience at any type of love

he spends a few days staring at you, literally almost every second that’s not spent napping (and dreaming about you) is spent watching your every move. he’s trying to see if there’s anything you like and/or anyone that might be competition

he finds nothing. as much as Zoro hates Sanji, the cook has a way with the ladies- now he is not about to ask Sanji for advice, but he hints at it by making fun of him but throwing in a way for Sanji’s comeback to explain how he get’s women to like him. it doesn’t work, Zoro’s not smart enough to come up with a foolproof insult like that.

but Nami sees what her crewmate is trying to do, and shes noticed how he acts towards you- she knows/knew how he feels about you. so she offers to help- for a price of course- and Zoro actually pays. Nami drags him away in the next town and shoves a bunch of little gifts into his hands: a teddy bear, flowers, a bracelet. to be honest Nami just started throwing in stuff she would like, but Zoro realized this after the bracelet

the pair get back to the ship at early sunset and Nami and Usopp push the swordsman towards where you’re relaxing by the railing. he comes up behind you and glares back at Nami and Usopp. you turn around and Zoro feels his cheeks heat up, he looks away scowling but holds the gifts out for you.

“Nami-swaaan, Robin-chwaaan, ______-swaaan!!”

damn it cook. Zoro gritted his teeth and glared as the blond man twirled out onto the deck carrying a platter with three drinks, handing the two off to Nami and Robin before hurrying down to you and Zoro. he handed the drink to you, who looked confused at everything. Sanji noticed the gifts Zoro held and immediately realized what was happening.

“Oi! what do you think your doing to _____swan?!”

Sanji and Zoro glared at each other, suddenly engaged in that face-crushed-against-face staring contest (yknow the one).

“trying to ask her on a date, cook!” Zoro snarled but then he froze and the color drained from his face as he realized what he said. Sanji continued yelling at him, but Zoro was watching you stiffle a giggle and walk over, taking the gifts from his hands and quickly pecking his cheek.

“I’d love to go on a date with you Zoro-kun”

with that you turned and left a paralyzed scarlet-colored swordsman and a sulking cook.

he knows exactly what to do and he’s super excited.

he gets everything together very quickly, he wants every single detail to be perfect. by everything I mean getting the 6 pounds of flowers, the ingredients for your favorite cookies, the 3 teddy bears, the 20 ft. long ribbon.

so he sets up everything the day he gets the last of his materials, setting up the flowers and using a few to drop petals around the arrangement. he ties ribbons around the bears to make bows, as well as around the legs of the table in the middle of it all. he bakes the cookies and decorates the top with hearts and very detailed frosting art of you.

he tells you to meet him at 6:00 pm (sunset) at the top of the stairs down to the lower deck.

when you come down he’s standing to the side of the deck, right neck to “will you go on a date with me?” spelled out in rose petals, illuminated by a few candles spread out on the deck. beyond that there’s a table with 3 bears displaying bow ties around their necks and holding a paper heart in their paws, and a tray holding your favorite type of cookie in the middle of them.

“ahh _____-swaaan! you look so beautiful tonight!”

he waits by the side for you to come down the stairs, check out the teddy bear display, and weave your way through the roses and candles. he watches you with admiration filled eyes and a content joyous look on his face.

when you reach him he takes your hands in his and looks gazes into your eyes.

“will you let me take you on a date?”

when you say yes he wraps his arms around you and places a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering slightly.

“how about tomorrow night at 7, meet me in the crows nest?”

you nod and he pulls away, kissing your hand as he bows- he walks away seemingly fine, once out of sight rushing to the boys room and collapsing against the door, melting down onto the floor in a puddle of squeals, giggles, blushes, and blood.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #one piece smoker #smoker imagine #smoker x reader #smoker headcanons #sanji headcanons #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #one piece sanji #zoro headcanons #zoro imagine #zoro x reader #one piece zoro

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dandywonderous · 3 years ago

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Tears of Themis Secret Santa!

It’s Christmas Eve! And due to family obligations tonight and tomorrow I won’t have much time, so I’m going ahead and posting this.

This is a Secret Santa gift for @ladydehaspran who asked for Vyn/Marius under the prompt “Christmas and Fluff.” I’m new to writing for ToT and especially Vyn but hopefully this hits on what the giftee wanted!

Some context for this fic: the McMansion Hell Gingerbread Contest is a thing that exists and it is glorious.

I will be putting this on AO3 later but for now here it is on tumblr. Content is SFW.

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“Someone baking gingerbread cookies in here?”

Marius unceremoniously draped his winter coat over the back of a chair, taking a long, exaggerated sniff of the air. The scent of baking gingerbread filled the house, and combined with a crackling fire it gave Vyn’s house a warm and cozy atmosphere.

The man himself appeared in the kitchen doorway, his sleeves rolled up, flecks of flour still on his hands. “I was testing a recipe to see how it looked.”

“How it looks? Isn’t the most important thing how it tastes?”

Marius followed Vyn back into the kitchen, reaching for an unadorned gingerbread man, only to get his wrist swatted.

“I haven’t iced those yet.”

“Can’t I have just one?” Marius pouted, but as usual, Vyn was not swayed.

“You can have one after I ice it.”

Vyn grabbed his piping bag - despite his speed, each gingerbread man came out perfectly decorated. Marius watched and tried not to look impressed.

“As I was saying, I’m seeing how it looks. I’m entering a gingerbread house contest.”

“Ohhh, a contest, huh?” Marius bit the head off one of the hapless cookie men, humming his appreciation for the taste. “Fine, fine, no need to beg me. I’ll design the house for you.”

“I only need you to hand me things,” said Vyn dismissively, setting the gingerbread men aside with a satisfied nod before returning to the dough.

“Awww, come on!” Marius stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Vyn’s waist. “I’ve studied architecture, you know.”

“As have I.” Vyn continued mixing the dough, ignoring the hand on his hips.

“You’re so cold, Vyn.” Marius stepped back, pouting. “And I already had a really good idea, too… Fine, I guess I’ll just go back to my apartment, and sit, alone…”

“If you’re going to be that dramatic about it, then fine. You can design the house.” Vyn gestured behind him. “I have some paper and pencil over there.”

“Alright!” Marius instantly perked up, like a dog promised a treat. He trotted over to the paper, grabbing the pencil. “Is there a theme, or should I just do whatever?”

“There is a theme.” Vyn went back to kneading the dough. “Have you ever heard of McMansion Hell?”

Marius froze. “That blog where they show off tacky houses? Wait…” He turned slowly to Vyn, folding his arms. “This is for that gingerbread contest?”

“Yes.” Vyn smiled over his shoulder at him. “We have to make the biggest, most obnoxious gingerbread house we possibly can.”

“You want me to design something bad on purpose?”

“Precisely.”

“Never mind. I don’t want to do this after all.”

“Hmm? After you agreed to?” Vyn turned from his baking, dusting off his hands to come closer to Marius. “You’d really be leaving me in the lurch, you know.”

“You’ve studied architecture.”

“Not as much as you.” Vyn put his own hands on Marius’s hips, smiling at the light blush that dusted the younger man’s cheeks. “This may be one of the few things you’re better at than me.”

“Nngh… No fair. I love flattery.”

“I know.”

“To think you would trick me like this…”

“I only used reverse psychology.”

“Sounds like a trick to me.”

“Only a harmless one.” Vyn smiled, then used his grip on Marius’s hips to swivel him around in one motion; Marius put up little resistance. “Now get to work. I need to know how much gingerbread to bake.”

“Fine, fine. One spectacularly ugly house, coming right up.”

“Thank you.” Vyn pressed his lips to Marius’s neck. “Let me know what you come up with.”

…

“So.” Marius spread his diagram across Vyn’s kitchen island, gesturing at him to look it over. “I was thinking we could use those candy cane sticks for the pillars on the entry, and the M&Ms for the rock wall on the turret. I’ve also included…” A pause while he counted. “...Six different types of windows, but we can just outline those with icing.”

“We could use the Fruit Roll-ups and make it look like stained glass windows.”

“You’re an evil genius. I love it.”

Despite his initial protests, he was having fun with it now - coming up with increasingly elaborate ways to create a candy monstrosity was surprisingly relaxing. He’d pulled up a tablet to look at pictures on the McMansion Hell blog for inspiration, all the different candies Vyn had bought spread around him so he could take stock.

“I think we need a six car garage. We can use white icing for the doors and outline them with the black licorice. And crush up these Oreo cookies to make the driveway. What do you think?”

Vyn surveyed his handiwork, resting his hand on the small of Marius’s back. It made him shiver. “I think, with a blueprint like this, I should be tutoring you more in architecture.”

“Hey, you have to know the rules to break them, right?” Marius tapped the paper with a finger. “And I have broken a lot of rules.”

“As is your specialty.” Vyn picked up the diagram and moved it to a safer spot, away from the mounting chaos of candy and gingerbread, where they could still reference it. “I like it. Let’s get started.”

“Alright!” Marius rolled up his sleeves. “Where do you need me?”

“Let’s start with baking all the gingerbread we need. Here…” Vyn took Marius by the hand, pulling him closer, then lowered his fingers to the dough. “Work the dough out like this. Then we’ll roll it flat.”

“Hmm… like this?”

“Yes, exactly. You pick things up quickly.”

Marius grinned at him. “Was that a compliment?”

“You have to be able to learn things quickly in order to keep up with me.”

Marius chuckled, turning back to the dough. “You know, this is good practice… maybe later I can give you a massage.”

Next to him, Vyn just smiled.

“Focus on the gingerbread.”

…

“Look! We’ve made a hideous baby!” Marius mimed wiping a tear away. “I’m so proud of us.”

“Don’t get comfortable. We still have to decorate it.”

The sprawling gingerbread house now covered half a table, with a massive entry held up by candy cane pillars and a garage that was almost the same size as the main structure. Vyn was bent over it with his pipette, carefully outlining the roof. Marius followed behind, popping one gumdrop in his mouth for every one he stuck to the icing.

“I was thinking we could stick Chex Mix to the roof to look like shingles. What do you think?”

“You don’t think that’s overdoing it?”

“I think overdoing it is the point.”

Vyn’s lips curled up in a smile. “That’s true. And you are the architect here.”

“That’s right! Don’t forget it!”

They split up to work on the windows, carefully cutting Fruit Roll-ups into the right shape and then outlining them with icing. Then Vyn began the careful work of lining the walls with M&Ms while Marius worked on the Chex Mix roof.

By the time they were crushing up Oreos for the drive, it was fully dark outside, the lights from nearby houses twinkling through the windows. A gentle snow was falling, the flakes drifting lazily outside the window. Vyn paused long enough to turn on his own lights, the Christmas tree providing a cheery backdrop to their work on the house.

“The front feels a little empty… You know, if you mix up some blue icing, we can use the extra gingerbread to make a fountain.”

“Hmm… I think we could do even better.” Vyn grabbed a small piece of leftover gingerbread and held it out to Marius. “Here - carve this into an angel.”

“I’m not a cookie artist, you know.”

“You can’t do it?”

“Of course I can - give it here.”

Marius bent over the piece of gingerbread with a toothpick, poking out a design that he felt satisfied with. Then he carefully broke his gingerangel out of the rest of the bread, holding it up for Vyn’s inspection.

“How’s that?”

“The wings aren’t quite the same size, but it will do.”

“It’s perfect and you know it,” Marius argued, but he shaved a bit more of the left wing off before handing it over.

Vyn had mixed up the blue icing, and now he made an octagonal ring of gingerbread pieces to form the fountain. Another pedestal of gingerbread held Marius’s angel. “What do you think?” he asked when he was done.

“I think we just raised our property values another half million.”

“Well, money can’t buy good taste.” Vyn started to spread the Oreo driveway.

“We’re going to have a lot of leftover icing,” Marius observed, drawing Vyn’s attention back to him. “What are we going to do with it?”

“I’m sure we can find a use for it.”

Marius grinned, scooping some up with his finger and then slowly licking it clean, eyes on Vyn the whole time.

“I’m sure we can.”

Vyn watched him appreciatively, before returning to the driveway. “Finish the house first. And stop eating the candy, we still need it.”

“Sure, sure.”

…

The snow had picked up outside, a full inch now carpeting the lawn. Vyn had turned on the radio, instrumental Christmas music filling the air. Marius slid his arm around Vyn’s waist as the two of them surveyed their finished gingerbread mansion.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think we’ve made something truly ostentatious.” Vyn took a sip of his hot tea. “We may have a shot at winning.”

“We better win, or what were the last five hours for?”

“Hmm… I wonder.”

“Don’t say quality time. We could do lots of things that don’t involve creating gingerbread monstrosities.”

“Even if the mansion is not quality, I think the time we spent building it was.” Vyn turned in Marius’s arms, resting his forehead into the crook of Marius’s neck. It was warm there.

“Mmm…” Marius pulled him closer still, and for a moment they stood quietly, the notes of a piano rendition of Oh Holy Night swirling around them.

“Wanna cuddle on the couch and watch Christmas movies?”

“I thought you wanted to find something to do with the leftover frosting?”

“We’re both pretty good at multitasking…”

“No, we’re not getting any icing on my antique couch.” Vyn pulled away from Marius, taking him by the hand. “Let’s stick with Christmas movies for now.”

“Fine… never let me have any fun.”

“And tomorrow, we’re going over your architecture lessons again.”

Marius gave an overwrought sigh, flopping down on the couch and pulling Vyn down with him. “Fine, Teach, if you insist.”

“For every correct answer, you’ll get a reward.” Vyn grinned, turning in to Marius to give him a long, slow kiss. “Something to do with the icing.”

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