#oc: chai latte

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headshot for chai <<333 i loove him

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (xii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : new tattoos, bad advice, and october nights

warnings : angsty, fluffy (barely lol), mentions of alcohol and weed, mentions of pain related to tattooing

mickey speaks : MAWMAS BACKKKKK!!!!! hi this is both really long and a lottt of set up for future parts ; also this is barely proof read, so be kind to her please she's my friend....!

THIS IS PART TWELVE, READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE...

"OKAY you take those three, i'll take the rest."

october in la is unfortunately nothing special. there is no fun, drastic change in the trees or chilled weather that calls for layered soft sweaters. though this is all you've known your entire life, growing up only an hour outside of la, so you've gotten pretty good at pretending and finding the autumn spirit within the beaches and palms.

when the triplets exposed that they'd never had "chai anything" a few days ago, while the group lounged out on erin's sunbeds, you and remi were passionately up for the task of forcing them to try one of your homemade iced lattes (as they were essential to the autumn spirit in your eyes).

you both arrived at the warehouse a few hours after noon, heading straight for the small kitchenette with grocery bags in hand. asha giddly followed asking, "whatcha doinnn'?" and lifting herself onto the counter as you both unpacked ingredients. she helped as much as she could before having to return to her receptionist duties.

you spray the sink with water and wipe the remaining mess from the counter, "okay, let me know what they think of it!" you remind remi as she leaves with four drinks in hand.

"i will!" she exclaims.

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after dropping a drink off at the front desk with asha, then caine (another tattoo artist), you find yourself outside of matt's studio. you're happy to hear a lack of buzzing, indicating he doesn't have a client in with him and leaving him all to yourself.

you quietly move his curtain to the side to make sure he’s alone, only for the room to be completely empty aside from his uniquely decorated walls and dim colored furniture. your expression dulls and your hand falls to your side as you walk into the vacant space.

you find comfort in matt’s large, wheeled desk chair as you steal a few sips of what is supposed to be his drink and stare at his computer wallpaper that fades and changes every few seconds. it’s a collection of basic automated wallpapers which you figure makes sense for matt; he would probably care less if his computer at work was void of any personality.

“hey… what’re you doin’ in here?” his scratchy tone finds your ears easily in the otherwise quiet room.

you smile at the sound of his voice and swirl the chair around to face him as he walks in (with a smile mirroring yours across his face). he looks soft and cozy like a teddy bear or one of those soft felt dolls you remember from your childhood. he dawns a faint brown sweater, his hair all messy as if he’d just woken up from a dazed nap. he approaches you with his hands tucked in his pockets, coming so close that he now has to look down at you sprawled out in his rolling chair, “well, i came to have you try my homemade latte but you were no where to be found…” you look down at the remaining half of the drink in humor.

“oh that’s where that mess in the kitchen came from,” he widens his eyes in faux shock, ignoring your grumble of “it was not that messy” and tilts his chin up slightly, “that’s supposed to be for me?”

you glance down at the half empty glass before nodding your head and bringing the straw back to your mouth for a petty sip, echoing, “supposed…”

matt kisses his teeth playfully and leans down, taking hold of the straw once you’ve finished, taking in a sip of the drink slowly. he stares into your eyes an extra second before pulling back and smirking out of enjoyment, “not bad,” he smoothly takes the glass from your hand, “thanks.”

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"when you gonna let me tat' you again?"

matt would never admit this without shame, but his spirits are actually lifted now that you’re taking up his space and time- he’s starting to think his intuition must’ve tied to yours weeks ago when he had kept his schedule clear of any appointments this afternoon. as if he'd already known you’d need room to talk his head off about your long week of work or what you’re planning to do for halloween later in the month.

matt's still getting used to letting himself enjoy you- or at least all that you’ll allow him to have. he can tell you've been attempting to refrain parts of yourself now that you've agreed to take a step back from the intimacy the two of you explored over the summer, opting for the label of ‘friends’ to poorly glue onto your relationship (the gooey, sticky, and messiest kind of glue; runny and uncoordinated like one of the macaroni picture frames he’d made at camp as a kid). but he always seems to find new ways to guide that closeness out of you.

a few nights after your chaotic birthday party you slipped out of the loud dive bar and followed him into the parking lot (not without exchanging a knowing look from andrea; to ground you and ensure you'd be strong). he moved quickly but not at a pace for running, just fast enough that your heeled feet couldn't keep up well. by the time you'd slowly approached him, he was already ducked into his SUV in search of nick's jacket.

your thick heel's decent from constantly hitting the pavement to stopping grabbed his attention. he sent a look over his shoulder and looked away, only to return his gaze again once he recognized your precious face.

he'd move from the car with a smile he rarely gives out, "the fuck you doin' out here sunshine?"

you'd laugh through your nose and glance down with your arms crossed over your chest. he thought you looked extra pretty that night; like you were written down in his favorite font and brought to life as his own dream girl. you wore a sweet-wine colored sweater with your full shoulders peeking out from the size, sheer black tights underneath your small patterned shorts, and an assortment of jewelry (most attractive piece being his gifted charm bracelet). but his eyes did a small pinch and his bottom lip found home in his mouth when he'd begun to notice the neutral expression over your face. and that's when his dream would come to an end.

"hi..yeah, i needed to talk to you but it was really loud everywhere else."

he could tell something was up, "sure, hold on." his head slowly nodded while turning around to grab the jacket from the car and slam the door shut once more. he locked the doors with a small beep as he came closer to your figure, "what is it, baby?"

you'd blink and rub your lips together once before returning them to a slight pout; you were clearly not as sunny as you had been just a few minutes before, dancing and grinding with remi in the bar. like day and night.

your eyes didn't follow him, it was as if you hadn't even noticed his proximity until he had his hands cradling your head and moving your face to look at his. "y/n ... what is it babyy?" his words drew out into the space between you, a comedic tone lacing them.

your eyes kept looking all over his face, "matt, i just think ... i think we should actually be friends, like you said remember? on the phone."

his dream girl. his dream girl who just sent him back to square fucking one when he stupidly assumed she'd come outside to crush on him and give him a secret kiss or two. his dream girl just threw his own words back at him which makes it worse, somehow.

matt's brain and words counteract so often that he shouldn't be surprised anymore, "hey ... are we not being friends right now?" you'd roll your eyes. "what??"

"matt."

he played with a strand of your hair that fell perfectly out of place and into your face, "is it because we kiss? you know i kiss all friends, yours and mine," he laughed before he could fully finish the sentence and you were quick to push him away and start walking the other direction. "i'm kiddingggg!" he'd walk behind you repeatedly asking you to stop, before he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you close to him. "stop it sun'. i said m'kidding! can i just get one hug please? i'll keep it innocent as fuck."

you paused before softly uttering, "of course you can, matt." you turned yourself around in his hold to give in to his embrace, head curled into his chest as his arms slung around your waist. you couldn't quite tell whether he was asking you or informing you when he reluctantly whispered into your ear, "promise we're all good." so you remained silent.

he respects that you felt the need to reverse everything between you two but can't help but wish every now and then you'd call and ask him to come and fuck you in the middle of the night. he's pissed that now he's got this nagging in his chest and shift in his brain when you’re around that you don't seem to deal with at all.

you're just his friend. his friend who he's currently listening to while softly sketching jagged faces on a gum wrapper pressed against your thigh.

you've stopped overanalyzing these moments with matt, now that you've agreed you're just friends it's helped you embrace them for what they are at the time without worrying the implications of the future. you're back to having a crush on matt but you think this must be better than constantly secretly competing with erin for him; constantly hurting your own feelings.

your body is relaxed as you drape yourself over his cold, leather tattoo bed, resting your head on your bent forearm as you talk, resisting the touch-deprived-shudders that come over you with every stroke of the pencil or movement of his hand innocently over your upper thigh.

you're caught off guard by his question. "ummmm, 'never again' would be my first choice."

matt breathes a laugh, "come on, you won't let me put somethin' else on you?"

"matt, i am only just now mentally well after the first." you glance down at your thigh, naturally curious as to what he's drawing.

"lying and being dramatic, this is ridiculous." he tsks and smiles to himself.

"dude, m'not! recovery is very hell-like."

there's a small silence as he crafts his idea, "okay ... but if i let you tat me, then can i tat you again?"

your excitement is so abundant as you spring up, "shut up, you wont!" he shrugs his shoulders, "you'd let me?! like, actually?!" he nods and you try not to get too giddy over the fact that matt offered something you'd off-handedly mentioned during one of your many pillow-talk sessions (to which he'd told you he'd never let anyone besides chris or himself tattoo him); meaning he too remembers times of borderline romance between you two, and you are not alone in those memories you keep in your mind.

matt laughs at you and swipes the gum wrapper from your skin, crumbling it and tossing it into a small bin. "yeah, i'll let you, s’gotta be small as fuck though."

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your hands shake without command as you touch at the small section of unmarked skin on matt's forearm. he's guided you up until now, preparing you with the very basic and rushed skills that you'll need to ink the tiny heart he'd requested.

"breathe," he reminds you, making you both laugh when you let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding in.

"are you sure you want me to do this? it's a big responsibility ... i don't think i can handle it." you look at him and he's already looking at you with a smirk.

"y/n, just put the fucking gun to my skin, it'll be fine." he encourages as his opposite hand drags across his jaw to scratch at his scruffy facial hair.

you bite at your lip and shake your head before steadying yourself. you get close to direct contact but feel the pressure of matt watching, causing you to pull away, "we should just get chris to come do it."

matt groans and lets his head fall back dramatically. "hell no. i don't want it if you don't do it, c'mon sunny." he pulls himself back up to face you, "you know i trust you, right?" his eyes hold onto yours.

a loaded fucking question. you allow a breathy, "yes," to pull from your mouth.

his voice is quiet and he won't let his eyes leave yours, "'kay ... good," he's a bit louder again, "let's see it." he lies back down on the leather bed.

when you finally gain the courage, you gently hold and press into his skin. he almost immediately yells in pain, scaring you and making your entire body jump back. your frantic eyes look at him, "fuck! oh my god, i'm so sorry, honey. are you okay?" he's holding back a laugh with his eyes crinkled and cheeks full of air, "matt, seriously?! i'm gonna fucking kill you!" you scold him as he childishly laughs at your expense, taking hold of your shaking hand and rubbing it a few times to gain your trust again.

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it's frustrating that you've only become more hot to matt now that your relationship has fallen platonic, probably due to the appeal of wanting someone he just can't seem to have.

so, he's embarrassingly attracted to your request for the words "lucky you" written in silky cursive under the space where your bra clips softly against your back. he's reluctantly found a spark of jealousy in the idea of other guys that will indeed be lucky enough to see the hidden ink as he begins to wipe the area with an alcohol pad.

it took a lot of convincing to get you to this point, you were adamant that it would hurt far too much and you couldn't take it. but matt's good enough with his words (or maybe you just like to believe whatever he's got to say) so you gave in eventually.

he interrupts you to check in once he's got the outline printed in the area, "am i good to start?"

you're honest, "no, but yeah."

"hey, i got you, bab- ..." he lets his voice cut off and clears his throat. "i got you, y/n. you'll be fine."

"thank you." you let out and pinch your eyes closed once the hypnotic buzz of the tattoo gun begins.

just like the first time, you find comfort in talking as matt works on you, your voice straining the few times he marks over rough bone or muscle.

matt tries to keep your spirits up, by staying engaged in your conversation and adding a few jokes to hear your (pained) laugh; like when he responded to you reminiscing over your first time meeting under similar circumstances with, "i'm a little nostalgic too, it's been a minute since i've had you topless for me."

your voice is muffled from your face being squished against the bed, "matt, i'll kick you. i'm in too much pain for you to poke fun at me right now, funny guy."

your brain holds onto this for longer than he'd think. how dare he bring up your sexual past while his large hands hold you down to this bed and your bare back is left on display?! as if you weren't suffering enough!

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"i am ob-fucking-sessed!" you look behind you into the mirror displaying your back's delicate artwork.

"you like it?"

"i knew i would. you did amazing. i can't wait for it to heal." you're in stood in awe of your reflection, but can detect matt's unwavering eyes on you which makes your body heat.

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the dingiest smell of old cigarettes and hot liquor painted fumes in the air surrounding matt, with his frame slouched against the bar.

"matt the fucking man! what's good, you're mighty quiet tonight, huh?!" eli claps a hand against matt's shoulder, forcing a bit of matt's full cocktail glass to spill over and coat his hand and the grimy floor.

matt ignores the wetness and flashes him a smile, "'m fine, you know i'm not one to go out of my way to speak to just anyone."

"yeah, but you're like," eli squints his eyes and holds a finger at him, "like, all, you know- almost like you're sad. the fuck do you have to be sad about?!" he holds his hands up as if to say, we have this entire disgusting bar to hang out in, what could you possibly be upset about?!

"m' not fucking sad," matt deadpans and takes a long sip from his small glass, setting it on the bar.

"yeah..." eli laughs, "come on bridget's got us a table over here." he tilts his head away from the bar and towards a large crowd.

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the yellow hued bathroom is brightly lit as you keep hold of your tits in one arm and raise the small tube of tattoo ointment up to your face while andrea delicately applies it to your two week old tattoo for you. figaro lazily curls up in the sink beneath you, purring in long, sleepy drawls.

"okay, but what a wild story to tell- my ex situationship gave me both of my hottest-placed tattoos. how do you manage to hang out with him, let alone take your top off and not even make out with him afterwards?"

you practically slam them bottle down on the counter due to your whole enthusiasm, scaring figaro as he leaps and hits his head on the sink's silver spout before rushing out of the room, "aw, i'm sorry kitty!" you attempt to console with your words, "but trust me when i tell you this- it took so much out of me, drea, when i tell you he's, like, the cutest when he's all focused on his work and giving me all of his attention." you gawk at the memory.

"i know, babe. but it's best that it's done with. that back and forth and constant comparison to erin was getting excessive and he only plays into it. it's fucked up!" andrea was the one to come to you the morning after your birthday party and advise you to essentially give him an ultimatum or end "whatever you were" for the better. it hurt to hear and at first you asked her to leave the situation alone as this was exactly why you never wanted to tell her.

it only took matt and erin flirting in front of you again a few nights later for you consider her opinion and decide to put a stop to the fling you and matt had.

"you're right, he fumbled badly. we both know this ..." you pause with a small pout forming, "but at the same time, what if i'm the one fumbling?!" you exclaim and andrea immediately laughs.

she places her head on your shoulder and squeezes your arms softly, "never that! honey, that man will easily regret not having you for the rest of his life."

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matt has unnamed people crowding him on both sides, some practically on top of him, while packed into this small curved booth. he'd normally be beyond irritated by this but without the proximity he'd probably be more annoyed having to call out "what?" every time eli attempts to say anything over the blaring music.

"alright, tell me what you been up to matt! haven’t seen you in a bit'," eli pries while pouring shots of the room-temperature tequila for the two of them.

matt shrugs. lately his brain has remained with you and how to either return things to how they used to be or completely move on from you. "same shit. working, sleeping." matt rubs a hand over his face, "got this girl i was fucking around with for a bit but i'm a little too into her."

"ohhh shit! my boy's usin' past tense and sayin' he's "too into her"?" he sends the shot over to matt with a smooth slide across the dark wood. eli whistles and tuts, "sounds like you gotta get over this broad."

matt looks to the ceiling with his eyes closed and lips rolled into his mouth, before exhaling with a dramatic flutter of his lips and shake of his head. "sounds like it," he agrees and readjusts his hat towards the back before lifting the small shot glass into the air, connecting it with eli's.

the two immediately throw the shots down their throats with large grins. and before matt can place his glass back on the table there's a slice of sour lime placed into his mouth by a girl next to him as a second scoots closer and kisses his opposite cheek with her sticky lip gloss.

matt pulls the lime from his mouth after sucking hard, "yeah, think i'll take a few more of those," he laughs and spins his finger in the air indicating another round be poured.

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you gently tuck a soft blanket around andrea's sleeping figure on the large couch before you head to your room for the night.

your room is a haven. decorated with stylish hints of posh pink and zangy orange hues that remind you of your childhood home's dining room. when you're lonely you find comfort in the small trinkets you've collected over the years, sat on a dresser next to a ceramic bowl with an assortment of rings, bracelets, and loose earrings. there are pieces of artwork on your walls, a few gifted from your old college roommate (who had more painted canvases than she knew what to do with) and a few you've picked up from vintage shops. you keep a few framed pictures of your family and girlfriends on your bedside table (keeping them close and connected to you in your most vulnerable state).

you let out a surprisingly loud (and long) yawn as you move to light a few small candles around your room. eventually opening the small drawer to your bedside table and grabbing one of the few joints (lucas had rolled using juicy watermelon wrapping papers per your request) from a small plastic bag. you grin to yourself as you place it in your mouth and bring a soft green lighter to ignite the end and bring life to the small stick.

once you fill your lungs you gracefully fall onto your plush bed, spreading your arms out wide before taking hold of the joint to blow a stream of swirly smoke up into the air above you. you give a dazed, dopey smile to your ceiling before tastefully drawing in another hit of the funky plant.

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post smoking a full joint and writing a tangent-heavy journal entry, you're left wondering about the moody twenty-something tattoo artist who seems to linger in every crevice of your home. it definitely doesn't help that weed tends to make you pathetically horny, practically sealing your fate.

you lay yourself on your stomach and play with a loose string coming from a throw blanket as your phone dials and buzzes against your cheek.

"y/n?" his voice pitches up an octave which makes you giggle.

"matt?" you mock him, "hi, what are you doing?"

"i'm, uh," you start to notice the loud and bouncy background.

you pinch your eyebrows together, "oh fuck, i didn't realize you were out. i'm sorry. i just was missing you, i guess."

you can hear him groan dramatically, "missing me is crazy...?! do you actually? you're not jus' sayin' that, right?"

"you know i'm not a liar, matthew."

his words are slightly slurred and dripping in intoxication, "i don't know, do i? you're a sneaky girl sometimes."

"not as sneaky as you," you purse your lips.

"mmmm yeah, prolly. where are you?" he distractedly changes the subject.

you cradle your chin in your palm with a sigh, "home. i should be asleep i have work in the morning. but i'm high and i just ..." you stare off into space, "oou, i ... probably shouldn't have called you."

"what?"

your body freezes, "shit, oh god. just like pretend i never did this okay? please."

"huh? sunny what the fuck are you talkin' about?!" he's laughing but your influenced brain convinces yourself he must be laughing at you. matt must've known you were a few sentences away from going back on your word and stupidly inviting him back into your bedroom. he probably thought you were pulling a sick joke. you hang up before grabbing one of your pillows and erupting into uncontrollable sobs. you only sob more when you feel the embarrassment of crying for essentially no real reason.

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matt moves the phone away from his ear with confusion drawn across his face at the abrupt ending of that phone call, slowly blinking at the bright screen before he's once again receiving soft kisses against his throat and across his jaw.

she leans in so that he hears her as she jokingly mocks his loved up phone call, "who's 'sunny'?"

matt's mouth splits in a wide drunken smile as he laughs it off, his hair slightly damp at this point from sweat and body heat, "s'no one, don't worry about it." he takes hold of the girl's face and brings his mouth to hers.

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Can I request first time obs jungkook realized he started to have feelings for oc?

our beloved summer; a drabble

Jungkook likes lavender and jasmine. He likes navy blue sweaters and a perpetually grumpy face, looking a black cat who’s just been disturbed from slumber. He likes gold rings on dainty hands, black nail polish almost always covering neatly trimmed nails. He likes New York Yankees baseball caps on bad hair days.

Jungkook looks for that intoxicating scent of lavender and jasmine wherever he goes, scrunching his nose in distaste every time he catches a whiff of some overwhelming floral perfume on someone that isn’t you.

At parties, he looks for the dainty hands with the black nail polish and golden rings, wrapped around a red solo cup. It always makes him smile widely in delight when he spots you in a corner, talking animatedly with Taehyung and Jimin.

He looks for that navy blue sweater and Yankees cap whenever he’s on campus, even on days where he knows you aren’t scheduled for class or a shift at the library. If he looks hard enough, thinks about you hard enough, then maybe you’d pop up for whatever random reason - to bug a professor into reading the essay you wrote for extra credits, to stop by the campus cafe because you have a massive craving for their watered down chai latte, to show up just because there’s a certain someone silently manifesting that you would.

Jungkook likes pretentious Moleskine journals and 0.7mm Muji gel ink ballpoint pens. He likes the vivid scowl in your voice when he gets on your nerves and the middle finger you always flip him. He likes the tiramisu from that bakery down the street from Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment, just because you seem to like it so much. Hydrangeas remind him of you, so he likes them too.

Jungkook likes the things you like and he’s not sure why. He likes that these are the things that make you happy, that always bring a smile to your face and he likes seeing you smile. He’s almost never on the receiving end of said smile, but he still likes it.

He lays in bed, bored out of his mind and tempted to seek you out just to be a nuisane but he knows you’re in a class right now. He drifts back to what Taehyung said to him last night after he’d show up to the library, thinking he’d get to spend time with you but had found Taehyung instead.

“The whole ‘boy pulls girl’s pigtails’ approach you have going on is painfully obvious, you know.”

Jungkook isn’t stupid.

(Though if you were there at the time, he has no doubt that you would have argued the opposite.)

Maybe Jungkook does know why he likes the things you like. Maybe it’s because whenever they pop up in his head, you’re the one that always accompanies the thought and takes over his mind completely. Maybe that’s why he finds himself thinking about you before he goes to sleep just so you would show up in his dreams too. Maybe that’s why you’re often the first thing he thinks of shortly after opening his eyes in the morning, wondering if he’ll get to see you around that day.

Maybe it’s an explanation for why he feels so warm whenever he imagines your face even when he’s doing the most mundane of things, like walking to the corner store or putting away laundry.

Taehyung was right. Jungkook didn’t stop by the library on a random Wednesday evening because he wanted some bro bonding time. He wanted to come because you usually work Wednesdays, and the idea of keeping you company under the guise of bothering you sounded a lot better than staying home and daydreaming about you.

He then thinks about what Taehyung said before he left, calling him back just to tell him that like Jungkook, you wouldn’t be going home for the break either.

He doesn’t know why Taehyung told him that. Probably because he feels bad that neither him nor Jimin would be here in case you need them, not that you would admit if you needed them anyway. Or perhaps Taehyung was trying to give Jungkook a nudge in the right direction.

What direction that is, he can’t say for certain.

What he does know is he wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that you’ll be spending the break by yourself while everyone else goes home to their family, because it sounds like something that would make you a little sad even if you’re not big on the holidays. He’s never seen you sad before, but the idea of it is one that he already hates.

Jungkook doesn’t want you to be alone. He doesn’t want you to be sad. He wants to see you smile and he wants to do everything in his power to make sure that you keep your smile, even if it isn’t directed at him.

No, he isn’t stupid. He isn’t stupid but he might still be a little dense sometimes. He supposes he’s known it all this time, known it for months since the second ever conversation you’ve had together. It’s no one’s fault but his own that it took Taehyung bringing it up for Jungkook to realize why the things you like are so endearing to him, why his heart does dumbass little skips to the mere thought of you.

[arthur-lesters-coccyx]

Get to know me tag game

tagged by: @nonbinarytoast

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with

favorite color: gold!!! it's so pretty and shiny! otherwise yellow bc it's friendly :]

last song: last listened to: Miles To Go - Stateless (bc it's in my malevolent playlist), last sung: Fear & Delight - The Correspondents (bc John from our system has been binge listening to it whenever he fronts), last stuck in my head: I See Fire - Ed Sheeran (no idea why)

currently reading: Unhinged - A. G. Howard (rereading for nostalgia reasons)

currently watching: les 7 vies de léa, dead boy detectives

currently craving: soft boiled egg and bacon✨️

coffee or tea: I like chai latte a lot

any hobby you would like to try? sailing! also inline or roller skating

any discipline you'll follow during the Olympics? I'm not a big sports guy so no

any AU/AIternative Universe you're plotting for? only really OC ones with my friend

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[solarnomoon]

your eyes on me -♥̩͙ enTRIFLIN (profiles)

the time of reckoning has come! everyone is linked to their soulmate when they're born, but only after they turn twenty does that link become visible. however, you don't expect much, because the stupid red line tied to you is only seen when they're close by. for now, you'll just help your best friend with their soulmate, hoping it'll happen to you too.

jake a 20 year old virgin majoring in communications. he loves his dog layla and would do anything for her. he swears he would be the best boyfriend and outwardly flirts with a lot of people, but in reality, he's just a regular guy and gets a little nervous sometimes. even through that, he has a certain charm that inspires those around him. he's part of the dance group enhypen.

heeseung fortune favors the bold, and this 21 year old is very bold. he's outwardly very confident in himself, but intrinsically has the nature to want to protect the rest of enhypen. he studies communications with jake, and randomly plays games with felix and y/n sometimes.

jay guitar enthusiast. as a 20 year old music major, he loves to sing, play instruments, and dance with his group. he's introverted, sure, but can be the life of the party when he has his moments. thank god for jay, because he's the best cook out of all of enhypen. he's also an amazing singer, though he's humble about it.

sunghoon a natural prodigy, so to say. he's basically built to be good at almost everything he does. a 20 year old political science major, which somehow completes the rest of him as he loves to ice skate and dance. he also loves matcha, and will go cafe hopping with jungwon and sunoo.

sunoo literal baddie. a 19 year old majoring in architecture, but freelances modeling. by nature, he's right: his face card literally does pay the bills. he has yet to find the perfect chai latte, but will go to the ends of the earth to try new places with sunghoon and jungwon.

jungwon an 18 year old majoring in business, but in reality he wants to be an online persona that goes to food places and reviews them. he's a foodie for sure, but rivals ni-ki in dance even though he's not as serious about it. one of the nicest guys you'll probably ever meet, and all of enhypen love him he's also jake's best friend!

ni-ki an 18 year old majoring in dance. one of the best dancers in the industry at his age, and honestly better than a lot of those in his area. even though he puts on a serious and mean demeanor, don't be shocked when he has a certain fondness about him (he's way more chill than most people believe). hangs out with chaewon and winter during dance class (best dancers at the school hello?)

ENHYPEN the enhypen official account. enhypen are a dance cover group that will basically dance anything and everything. even though they're mostly dancing, they still do random challenges, vlogs, those sort of things. they are gaining massive amounts of popularity as time goes on, being recognized by big creators and mainstream artists.

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an -♥̩͙ enhypen profiles! obviously they are very oc, and these tidbits of info are not the only things about them. posting chapter 00 super soon, so stay tuned :D

[crossfandomskylines]

In the Space Between Us: Chapter 2

OTHER CHAPTERS: :

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Gabby takes a leap of faith as she embarks on a coffee date with Glen. As they settle into the cozy ambiance of a local café, Gabby opens up about her journey from nursing to pursuing her true passion for filmmaking, while Glen shares his own path from Austin to Hollywood. Their connection deepens as they discover shared interests, laughter, and a mutual understanding of each other’s dreams. However, as the date draws to a close, an unexpected interruption leaves them both hoping for a second chance. Will they seize the opportunity for another encounter, or will their budding connection slip away?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs!

Gabby was curled up on her couch the next morning, a mug of green tea in one hand, and Willow, her orange tabby, purring softly on her lap. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the living room as she absentmindedly stroked Willow's fur, still savoring the memories of last night. Her phone buzzed on the cushion beside her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

When she glanced at the screen, her heart skipped a beat. Glen. She bit her lip, smiling as she opened his message.

GLEN: Do you like coffee?

She quickly typed back, her fingers tapping with anticipation. 

GABBY: Not a coffee person, actually…but I like tea.

A few seconds later, Glen’s response appeared.

GLEN: Perfect. There’s this great spot near me. Want to check it out together?

Gabby’s heart did a small flutter. She glanced down at Willow, who seemed to sense her excitement and blinked lazily back at her. Taking a steadying breath, she replied.

GABBY: I’d like that.

As Gabby eased Willow off her lap and stood up, her cat gave an indignant meow, clearly displeased with the abrupt end to their cozy morning cuddle. Gabby smiled, giving her furry friend an affectionate scratch behind the ears before heading into her bedroom to get ready.

She wanted something casual but pulled together—something that said she hadn’t spent too much time thinking about it. After browsing her closet, she settled on a smocked, short-sleeve peplum top in a warm, reddish-brown dotted with a delicate pattern. The square neckline and puff sleeves felt stylish, and the peplum waist added a feminine touch that made her feel both comfortable and confident.

She paired the top with light-wash, straight-leg jeans cropped just above the ankle, striking a balance between casual and polished. The jeans’ soft wash complemented the color of her top, and the slight crop framed her brown slide sandals with a cutout design perfectly. A quick check in the mirror showed her an effortless yet thoughtful look, with her sandals adding a hint of warmth that tied everything together.

After grabbing her purse and keys, Gabby slipped out of her apartment, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as she headed to her car. She glanced at her phone one last time to double-check the address Glen had sent her, her heart giving a small flutter as she pictured the look on his face when they met again. 

Gabby pushed open the door to the coffee shop, greeted by the inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet hum of conversations. Her eyes scanned the room, and she spotted Glen sitting at a table near the window. He looked up just then and caught her gaze, a welcoming smile lighting up his face. She returned the smile, feeling a warm flutter in her chest as she joined the line.

While she waited to order, she stole a glance at him, taking in his relaxed posture and the casual ease he exuded. Once it was her turn, she ordered an iced chai latte and watched as the barista began preparing her drink. A moment later, Glen approached her, greeting her with a friendly hug. The embrace was warm and easy, and she found herself relaxing instantly in his presence.

“Good to see you again,” he said with a grin, his green eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Same here,” Gabby replied, her smile widening. Just then, her iced chai was ready, and she thanked the barista before turning back to Glen.

“Shall we?” He gestured toward the table by the window, and they made their way over, settling into the cozy, sunlit corner he had picked out.

Gabby took a sip of her iced chai latte, the flavors perfectly spiced and refreshing. She looked up to find Glen watching her with an expectant smile.

"So, how’s the drink?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

“It’s delicious,” she replied, nodding appreciatively. “I think you might have just introduced me to my new favorite spot.”

Glen chuckled. “Glad to hear it. This place is a bit of a hidden gem. The owners are this young couple—super sweet people—and they just really care about what they make. It’s not the most popular place around, but every drink I’ve tried here has been amazing.”

Gabby smiled at the warmth in his voice as he spoke about the place. “You sound like a regular.”

He nodded. “Yeah, this is my go-to spot when I want a good coffee without all the fuss. Plus, supporting a small business is a nice bonus.”

Gabby took another sip, enjoying the cozy atmosphere and the easy flow of their conversation. "Well, I'm officially a fan now too."

Gabby settled into her seat across from Glen, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He watched her, curiosity lighting up his face as he waited for her to continue.

"Tanner mentioned you just moved to L.A.," Glen said with an easy smile. "What brought you out here?"

She took a breath, grateful he was so genuinely interested. “Well… it’s a bit of a winding path,” she admitted with a soft chuckle. “I went into nursing right out of high school. Did that for about seven years.”

Glen’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s impressive. Nursing’s not easy work.”

“Thanks,” she said, giving him a small, grateful smile. “But I could never quite settle into it. I tried different areas—hospital shifts, clinics, doctor’s offices—but none of them felt right.” She stirred her drink thoughtfully. “I guess I just got to this point where I realized I wanted something different. I’ve always loved movies, the way they come together, all the behind-the-scenes magic.”

“Really?” Glen leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “So, what part of the process draws you in?”

“Well, to be honest…” She looked at him with a playful grin. “I think I was more interested in the ‘Behind the Scenes’ bonus clips on DVDs than the actual movies half the time.”

Glen chuckled, nodding. “Hey, I get it. So, you’re here to make that happen for yourself?”

“Yeah,” she said, feeling her nerves ease. “I’m taking classes now, trying to learn about everything I can—scriptwriting, producing, putting it all together. I’m 29, and I’m still not entirely sure I know what I want to be when I grow up,” she added with a laugh.

“Then you’re right on schedule,” Glen joked, his eyes twinkling. “Honestly, half the people in this town would say the same thing.”

Gabby laughed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. It was refreshing to talk to someone who didn’t just understand but seemed to admire her decision to switch paths.

Glen leaned back, crossing his arms comfortably. “You know, if you ever want to see a set up close, I could probably get you in to visit. Might be a little more exciting than a DVD bonus feature.”

Her eyes widened a little. “Seriously? That would be amazing.”

“Yeah, just let me know. Besides,” he teased, “you’d be getting a masterclass in how it all works.”

Gabby smiled, feeling a spark of excitement at the idea. “I’d definitely take you up on that.”

Glen tilted his head, smiling as he watched her animatedly talk about her dreams. After a pause, he asked, “So, where did you move here from?”

Gabby took another sip of her drink before answering. “I was born and raised in Iowa. Small-town life. After high school, I went to the University of Iowa and eventually settled in West Des Moines for the last seven years or so.”

Glen’s face lit up with interest. “Iowa, huh? That must’ve been a big change, coming out here.”

“Oh, it definitely was,” she laughed. “In my town, everyone knows everyone. And then L.A.… well, it’s the total opposite. But I love it so far, even if it’s a little overwhelming sometimes.” She glanced out the coffee shop window, momentarily taking in the bustling street. “Iowa was great, but I felt like I needed something different, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” Glen nodded. “L.A. has a way of pulling in people looking to shake things up.”

She smiled thoughtfully. “It does. I guess I wanted a fresh start—somewhere I could just take a leap and see what happens.” Gabby looked down for a second before continuing. “Honestly, it’s not always easy. I miss my family sometimes… and I miss the simplicity. But I’m glad I took the chance.”

Glen seemed to take this in, nodding. “And I bet L.A. will start to feel like home soon. For now, though,” he smiled, “you’ve got at least one familiar face around.”

Her heart warmed at his words.

Gabby leaned in, intrigued. “So what about you, Glen? Where did you grow up?”

He smiled, taking a sip of his drink before replying. “I was born and raised in Austin, Texas. All my family still lives there, and I try to get back as often as I can. It’s home, you know? But I also have a place here in L.A. since my work keeps me out this way so much.”

“That must be quite a transition,” she remarked, sipping her iced chai latte. “What’s it like juggling between the two?”

“It has its ups and downs,” he admitted. “But I’ve gotten used to it. I love the energy here, though Austin has a charm that can’t be beat. The live music scene, the food… it’s all incredible.”

Gabby nodded, her curiosity piqued. “How did you get into acting? What sparked that interest for you?”

He leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Honestly, I’ve always loved movies. They were a huge part of my family life. We’d have movie nights every week, bonding over popcorn and whatever we picked to watch. I remember being a kid, completely entranced by the stories.”

“That sounds like a fun tradition,” Gabby said, smiling.

“Yeah, it was. Then, when I was about ten, I took an acting class just for fun. I wasn’t really sure what I was getting into, but I ended up really loving it. I got my first role when I was fourteen, and after that, I was hooked.” He chuckled. “It felt like the perfect way to express myself and tell stories.”

“That’s amazing!” Gabby exclaimed. “It’s cool to see how your passion has turned into your career.”

Glen nodded a hint of pride in his voice. “It really is. It’s not always easy, but I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, Glen's phone buzzed on the table, breaking the moment. He glanced at the screen, and a frown creased his forehead. “I’m really sorry, but it looks like I have a meeting I need to hop on,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Gabby's expression shifted slightly, disappointment creeping in. “Oh, okay. I understand,” she replied, trying to mask her own letdown.

“I really enjoyed this,” he added, meeting her gaze earnestly. “Can I see you again?”

Gabby perked up at the question, a smile returning to her lips. “Absolutely! I’m free Tuesday or Wednesday.”

Glen let out a sigh, a hint of frustration in his tone. “I wish I could. I’ll be on a press tour all next week, unfortunately.” Her face fell slightly, but Glen quickly backtracked. “But I should be back in Los Angeles next Saturday. Are you free then?”

Gabby checked her phone for any commitments. “Yeah, I’m free that day!”

His eyes lit up, and he leaned back in his chair, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Perfect! It’s a date, then.”

As they both stood, the atmosphere felt charged with anticipation. Glen stepped forward and opened his arms for a hug. Gabby stepped into the embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence as she wrapped her arms around him. They lingered for a moment, both savoring the connection they had formed.

“Can’t wait to see you again,” he said softly as they pulled apart.

“Me too,” Gabby replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest.

Glen gave her one last smile before heading outside, and she watched him go, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

[writer-rubes]

Head in the Clouds

A fluffy OC Fic

A/N: Alright, last part! I’m really proud of this, honestly. And thank you so much @fluffyhare for all the confidence you gave me in my work. It really doesn’t matter to me if it didn’t get attention, or anything else. This was self indulgence, and a way to interact with a side of the community. You’re such a sweet person, and I’m honored that you’re my friend.

Anyways, part three of this, and the last chapter. It’ll be pretty short compared the previous chapter, but after the biggest writing surge I’ve had in my life, I need some writing rest. I wanna be done. Anyway, Lee!Avery is finally gonna happen. If I haven’t broken you yet, Casper, I probably will now- /pos Also, brief Lee!Casper and Lee!Rubes too- But for the most part, they’re both lers!

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Head in the Clouds

Chapter 3/3: Doctor’s Orders

Summary: Rubes and Casper work together to get revenge on Avery for the session in the lighthouse, and their bond strengthens in a way that made them all happy.

CW: Anxiety, Fluff, seriously, this is mostly just fluff, Very sappy moments, romantic fluff, just all the fluff-

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Avery never left me alone after that session in his lighthouse.

It had been two weeks since that day, and every chance he got when I hung out with him, Avery would poke me, tease me, and summon ghost hands on me whenever we were alone. Granted, he’d also do it to Casper, but I could hardly stand it. I wasn’t as used to it as Casper! Besides, I didn’t even think this would happen to me!

Avery needed to be taken down a peg.

On a day off from work, I was sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for Avery and Casper. They said they wanted to meet up, but they were taking a little while… What was keeping them? The bell to the entrance rang, and I saw Casper walk in. I smiled a bit and waved him over. Our table was distant from everyone else, and it wasn’t crowded. We’d be fine. He sat down in the seat in front of me.

“Hey, Casper.” I muttered, taking a gulp of my chai latte.

“Hey. Avery can’t make it… He needs to collect cloud samples. But he says that he’s sorry he couldn’t make time to show up, and that he’ll make it up.” I nodded and smiled slightly.

“Oh, it’s okay. I understand.” I assured him. “He doesn’t need to make anything up. I appreciate the gesture, though.” I shrugged. Casper nodded, smirking slightly.

“I actually wanted to talk to you solo anyway. Y’know how Avery’s always gotten you, but you’ve never gotten him back?” Casper asked. My cheeks turned slightly red.

“Don’t remind me…” I muttered. Casper chuckled.

“Well, how would you like to get him back? Casper offered. My expression shifted from embarrassed to intrigued. I turned to look back up at him.

“I’m listening.”

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Casper was great at getting Avery’s attention. So when he invited both myself and the cloud over to his own apartment the next day to play some board games, Avery didn’t see any signs of our plans. After work, I walked from the library to Casper’s apartment.

This time, I wasn’t nearly as nervous as in the earliest days of our friendship. Before, I used to worry that I’d be left behind, or pushed away by them. But it never happened, and I felt more confident in our friendship than ever. When I knocked on Casper’s apartment door, Casper immediately answered, as if he was expecting me. Well, we planned this already, so of course he was.

“Rubes, you made it!” He led me inside, and I nodded.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss out on spending time with friends for the world.”

As I walked in, Avery was already at the table. There were a few sets of board games piled up already. I had grabbed my own before I headed to work, and a box of cookies from the store, so I came prepared. Casper winked at me as I sat down.

Avery didn’t suspect a thing.

“Ah, so glad you could make it, Rubes.” Avery said, in his sweet and gentle tone. “After a long shift like that, we figured this was what you needed.”

You’re too sweet, I thought to myself.

“Y-yeah…” I muttered softly, brushing some hair out of my face. I reached into my bag and pulled out the board game and box of cookies. I set them both on the table.

“Oh, you brought cookies?” Avery pointed out. “How lovely.”

“Yeah, you guys do so much for me already, I thought you’d enjoy them.” I explained.

“Oh, definitely. Thank you.” He smiled at me. I set them on the side of the table. Casper walked over. Our plan was in action. But for now, we just had to act like we weren’t planning anything.

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For about an hour, we went through each of our board games. Even without the playful revenge plot, I was having fun. Having a blast, even! Playing games with them was such an enjoyable experience. Despite the mischief that Casper and I were plotting.

Casper looked up and winked at me again, meaning it was time.

“Say, Avery…” I piped up after we finished a game. “Maybe we could play a different game?” Avery looked over to me, and Casper nodded at me.

“Oh, of course!” Avery chuckled softly. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, it’s best played in the living room.” I commented.

From that, Avery realized where this was going. He was smart. But he decided to play along…

“Well, alright.”

I stood up and walked over to the couch. Avery and Casper followed. I sat down on one end, and Casper sat at the other. Avery approached us, a knowing smile on his face.

“…You both want to tickle me, don’t you?”

Both mine and Casper’s faces changed color. Mine turned white, his turned red.

“What?” Avery chuckled softly. “You think I wasn’t aware that you two were wanting to get me back? You two are not subtle.”

“I really thought that would work…” I muttered.

“Well, do you want us to?” Casper asked. He looked back at me, assuring me silently that this would work out. I gulped. There was no way that Avery actually wanted to-

“Well, why not?” Avery smiled at Casper.

My eyes shifted from both Casper to Avery, then back again.

Avery didn’t even break a sweat.

“You’re… actually okay with that?” I asked. Avery chuckled.

“Well, of course! It’s fun, isn’t it? I have no reason to hold back.”

Casper smiled at me.

“Looks like you’ve never had the chance to have someone so compliant at your fingertips…” He invited Avery to sit down with us.

“No, I guess I haven’t…” I muttered, my cheeks turning a bit red.

“Well, you get the chance now!” Casper assured me. “Avery will enjoy it, no worries!”

I gulped slightly. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. So I went to fetch the two feathers I used on Casper back at the lighthouse. Avery let me keep them. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe as something to remember that day? I grabbed them, and returned to the couch.

“Alright, Avery. Lay down.” Casper told the scientist. “Rubes, you get his neck and the underside of his head. I’ll get his tummy.”

“Are you sure that’s not too much?” I asked. Casper shook his head.

“Of course not! He’s a tough cloud, he can handle it! Right, Avery?”

Avery gave a shy nod. His blush was a light blue, and it was turning darker by the second. He looked… adorable. This was gonna be fun.

“Aw, I love that blush!” I teased.

I sat down on one end on the couch, near Avery’s head. Casper straddled Avery’s hips, and held his hands up in a teasing manner.

“Ready, Avery?” Casper teased. Avery nodded.

“Ready when you are, Dewdrop. And you too, Rubes.”

Since Avery gave us the green light, we didn’t hesitate. Casper brushed and stroked Avery’s belly, tracing circles over his swirl he called a belly button. I couldn’t resist touching his skin. It looked so soft and comfortable. I tickled his neck with a feather, and I lightly fluttered my fingers against the underside of his head.

Wow, he was soft. To me, he felt like a firmer plushie. His head especially felt a little squishy. It felt so satisfying to touch, and it felt cool against my warm fingers. I loved it. And his laugh…

Oh my goodness, his laugh… It was something else. Hearing it made my heart swell up and my ears tingle. It sounded happy and melodic, like he was having the time of his life. Wow, he was shameless. Like he was just perfectly happy with our tactics. And I loved it.

“Oh, wow Avery! Why on Earth would you hide laughter like this for so long? It’s incredible! And the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“See? I told you!” Casper stated.

Avery wasn’t even begging for mercy out of reflex like me or Casper. In fact, he seemed to not want it to stop at all! He squirmed a little, but he tried his best to keep still and take it. Like he was a cute little sponge, despite being taller than us both.

“My soft little cloud~” Casper purred as he ran his fingers all over Avery’s tummy. “So sweet and precious, and your laugh brings me immeasurable joy~” Casper leaned down and planted a few kisses over Avery’s soft and pale belly.

“Oh, stars!” Avery seemed to be purposefully avoiding asking for us to stop. I noticed, and let out a giggle.

“Aw, Avery! You’re so plush!” I cooed at him. “Like a little stuffed animal!” I was exaggerating of course.

He wasn’t that soft, but seeing his face turn cotton candy blue was just too priceless.

“Rubes! Casper!” Avery cried through his melodious laughter.

I could listen to his beautiful chortles all day.

As I caressed the underside of Avery’s fluffy head, and stroked his soft neck, my heart rate increased.

I had never had friends who liked tickling in the same way I did. Everyone else just thought I was a weirdo, and I was ashamed and embarrassed of that part of me. But no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, push it down, or ignore it, it was still there. And I knew I just couldn’t fight it.

Meeting Avery and Casper not only altered my perspective on how I was living, but my perspective of tickling as a whole. It wasn’t a bad thing, or something that I needed to get rid of. It was just something I liked. I didn’t need a reason why, either. I just liked it, and people would accept it. And if they didn’t, it wasn’t my fault.

It wasn’t my fault…

That resonated with me.

I had zoned out for a bit, and Avery’s laughter returned to my ears. I remembered that I was still tickling him. My cheeks turned red for a moment, and I pulled my hands away. Avery huffed and took a few deep breaths.

“Oh Avery! Were you asking for me to stop? I’m sorry, I zoned out!” I cried. Avery chuckled.

“Oh, no. It’s alright. But I could use a moment.” Avery assured me.

“You did great.” Casper told me. “He loves being tickled there.”

“O-oh, thank you.” I laughed nervously. “I guess I just… had some sappy thoughts while I was zoned out.” I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. “You guys mean a lot to me, okay?”

“Really?” Casper asked.

“Yes, really!” I cried. “You guys accepted me for who I was, and you accepted my tickling side quicker than I could comprehend. And you even indulged me!” I laughed nervously at that one. “My own family doesn’t even know. And all those times we spent together, like hanging out on the beach, enjoying tea together, and… Avery’s playful antics…” I smiled. “But they mean more to me than you two think. And I love each moment I spend with you.”

I looked up, and both Casper and Avery were staring at me intently. I gulped.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you-“ I was cut off when I felt a pair of ghost hand squeeze my sides. I yelped, and melted into giggles.

“You are the sweetest thing!” Avery said. “We love the moments we have with you, too! You’re so fun to spend time with! We care about you just as much as we do!”

Casper nodded in agreement, but melted into laughing as well when another pair of ghost hands spidered up and down his ribs.

“That means you too, Dewdrop. I love you more than anything. You know that~”

As I giggled and let out a couple snorts, I felt… much happier. I felt like I was in a good place. This was where I was meant to be, right? With people who understood the deepest, most hidden parts of me. But now…

No more hiding.

THE END

[nekros-is]

ぜったいうんめいもくしろく 🌹

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Self care night!

Re-watching Utena and drinking some chai latte!

I also drew my OC Nekros in Anthys iconic 1 million sword stabbing scene pose... While listening to the opening.

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YES I'M OBSESSED WITH RGU AGAIN...

[bksocrazy]

2 new ponytowns!!!! left is mimi right is chai :3c chai was originally designed by wolflambs on discord ! ill put the original under the cut

just did a few tweaks to make him more my style :3

[tiallussims]

🧋

I have made you a dirty chai latte bubble tea, will you spill the darkest secrets of your favorite OC ?

I never had that drink before. A chai latte with a shot of espresso sounds unusual. *sips and pops bubbles*

So you want a dark secret. Ooooh. You don't play around, don't you? Okay, I have one for you. Although it's not of one of my favorite OCs, Cameron Oxford, alone, but his entire mother's family.

Morag Oxford, née Grimond, comes from a long line of powerful spellcasters. What she doesn't know about her family is that her ancestors played a leading role in the assassination of the former Sage of Vampire Magic. The Sage's assassination led to the devastating war between spellcasters and vampires that left the Realm in Ruins. As punishment, her family was stripped of their magical powers and banished from the Mage's community. A weak connection to the Realm of Magic prevailed, as Morag was born with a weak magic ability: the ability to sense vampires. Although she doesn't know that uneasy feeling around some people is that hidden ability.

[skippwithpaws]

meet yet another new oc (I have too many of those)

This is Latte, he's Chai's husband and he's very awesome

[your-gay-emo-cousin]

{intro post here} Lyla Rose's café

{FULL DISCLOSURE I STOLE THIS IDEA FROM @margaret-the-duck PLZ PLZ PLZZZ GO CHECK HER OUT}

Hi there! Welcome to my cafe! Have a seat anywhere :)

Can I get you started with a drink?

✮ Milk Tea / Boba (FREE FOR MOOTS) 2$ - I'll tell you what I like about u ✮ coffee 2$ - I'll draw you a quick little drawing of whatever you want (full disclaimer it might not be good)

✮ tea 2$ - I'll make a moodboard for you

✮ hot chocolate 2$ - I'll look up your blog and spam your notifs

✮ ice tea 3$ - You can rant in my dms and I'll give whatever advice I can come up with (once again tho it may not be good)

✮ latte macchiato 5$ - I'll make a picrew of your oc

✮ chai latte 7$ - I'll draw your oc (again might suck but I'll try)

✮ iced coffee 7$ - I'll draw a little doodle of your favorite character (IT MIGHT NOT BE GOOD PLEASE HAVE MERCY)

what would you like to eat?

✮ cookie 3$ - I'll give you music recs

✮ muffin 3$ - I'll give you book recs

✮ croissant 5$ - I'll follow your Pinterest

✮ scones 5$ - I'll make a group of picrews of characters from your favorite fandom

✮ a piece of cake 5$ - You can spam my ask box for a day and I'll have to answer

✮ brownie 7$ - You can talk to me about whatever you want in my dms and I'll listen

✮ pie 8$ - you can talk to me about your current obsession or hyperfixations and I'll tell you abt mine (if u want)

✮ cheese plate 10$ - I'll make a shout out post abt you

✮ café gourmand 10$ - I'll try to roast you (it'll be completely satire but sometimes I can be a little out of pocket so if you don't want that please don't get this item)

✮ sandwich 14$ - i do my best to watch a movie or read a book you like and talk with you about it (the range of movies and books I can watch/read is sadly limited so this won't always work) (this might take longer when I have to buy the book first)

rules

for followers:

✮ everybody gets 15$

✮ it may take some time to get your order ready

✮ it'll be easier for me if you don't order too personal things because I may not know you very well :)

for mutuals:

✮ everybody gets 25$

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All for Finn

(I will be sending more for some other OCs so be prepared, don't feel pressured to do each one)

Aaaah thank you! I look forward to those asks!

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — Is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive, or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

Finn is very inquisitive, just like his Papa lol, and quite open-minded. He's always excited to learn new things and think from new perspectives. There are things he's stubborn about, but those more his own "personal rules" (such as not making a contract with Azul unless it's a marriage contract or not getting involved in contracts)

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Finn has a very wide range of tastes (he likes spicy stuff!) he doesn't have a specific preference, really? Buuut he does really love chai and also hot chocolate (yes, with whipped cream). He's not a fan of bitter things, so coffee, especially black coffee, is a no-no for him. If he were to try rooibos or ceylon tea, I think he'd like it. (Me silently gesturing for my moots to try rooibos tea lol)

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Finn has not killed anyone! He may be a sadistic lil weirdo, but he's not murderous. He has seriously wounded people before, though. A couple of times in self-defense, definitely during his overblot, and once when he got super super pissed and the Morrigan TM genes kicked in.

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — What is your oc's favourite holiday?

Not Halloween, that's for sure gngnfnfnfj. I don't think he really has one? He takes interest in holidays, celebrations, etc around the world since they're cultures to learn about but he's never picked a "favourite".

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Finn is a hopeless romantic, he likes to dance when alone in his room, and he caught himself getting flustered over a number of NRC boys during his first year and even currently (they are all very pretty and Finn is very very gay)

✈️ AEROPLANE — does your oc like travelling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Finn loves travelling in the few times he gets to do it! As long as it's in small doses and he's able to stay somewhere private and quiet, he enjoys it a lot! He is still very homey and is unlikely to even move too far.

Tagging: @distant-velleity @skrimpyskimpy @the-banana-0verlord @kitwasnothere @cyanide-latte for Finn stuff!

[kozidraws]

what's your favorite thing to draw? your favorite thing to write? your biggest creative inspo? and favorite drink? :oc

Aside from chibis no matter how old I get I still like drawing mushrooms. My favorite thing to write is fantasy or something cute with a bit of humour.

Creative inspo...hmm probably fantasy related things.

Favorite drink/s would be chai lattes and mango milk tea

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 25

summary: shopping in NYC, core memories at the compound, and things get steamy.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: think twice - Eve 6

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: this chapter was going to be twice as long, but I wanted to break it up into two. thanks for reading, thanks for letting me take it slow, because this is my favorite daydream.

ps...the images below from a certain daydream of Gianna's are from tiktoker @animarvelita and all credit is to them!

chapter list

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“Wakey, wakey!” Wanda plopped onto Gianna’s (Bucky’s) bed with the energy of an overeager puppy. She was still in her pajamas, the sun barely peeking through the window. 

“What time is it?” Gianna groaned, pulling the covers over her head. 

“Oh, come on!” Wanda protested, pulling the comforter back down. “I’ve waited so long to go shopping with a girlfriend, please don’t make me wait any longer.” 

“None of the stores are even open yet!” 

“Well, we have to stop for coffee first. Duh.” 

The magic word that always got Gianna out of bed. 

An hour later, they’d officially banished their bedhead and were ready for the day. The morning sun cast a golden glow on the sleek glass exterior of the Tower. Wanda and Gianna emerged from the prestigious building, only one of them surprised by what was waiting outside. As soon as they stepped onto the sidewalk, the peaceful morning evaporated. A swarm of paparazzi, twice the size of the one from the past night, awaited them. Cameras flashed, and a cacophony of shouted questions filled the air.

"Gianna, is it true you and Bucky Barnes are an item?"

"Ms. Cruz, any comments on your rumored romance with the Winter Soldier?"

“Ms. Maximoff, are you seeing Peter Parker romantically?” 

“Gianna, any new music coming soon?” 

Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly, her protective instincts kicking in. Gianna, accustomed to the media frenzy, ignored them except for a slight smirk at Wanda when she was asked a question about Peter. 

They swiftly made their way to the waiting black SUV, Gianna flashing her bright smile and waving. Once inside, Gianna let out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing. "Man, I didn’t miss that." she said with a chuckle, glancing at Wanda.

Wanda nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "It comes with the territory, I suppose."

“So, are you?” Gianna’s eyes narrowed mischievously. 

“What?” 

“Seeing Peter Parker romantically?” 

“Oh, shut up!” 

Their first destination was one of Gianna's favorite coffee shops, a charming little place tucked in the corner of a smaller neighborhood in the city. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them as they entered, the intimate shop a welcome refuge from the chaos outside.

Gianna ordered their specialty—a salted caramel macchiato—and Wanda opted for a chai latte. They settled into a corner booth, the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of cups creating a soothing background melody.

Pointing out of the window, Gianna said, "See that hotel over there? That’s where I used to live.” 

Wanda followed her gaze. “You lived in a hotel?” 

“Yeah. In the penthouse.” Gianna looked sheepish. 

“Damn, I can think of worse places to live.” 

“It might look glamorous, but it was incredibly lonely.” Her eyes glassed over. “There were some nights when the city seemed to mock my solitude. It’s always so busy, people everywhere, always on the move. I felt like I came home from the studio to my big, empty suite and all I heard were people’s lives happening down below. It just made me angry I didn’t have one of my own. "

Wanda's empathetic gaze met Gianna's. "I can't imagine how isolating that must have felt."

Gianna offered a wistful smile, attempting to shift the mood around. "But things are different now. I have you guys. I never thought I’d be able to say I’m going shopping with an Avenger."

“Oh, hush.” Wanda elbowed her. “You’re stuck with us now.”

With their coffees in hand, they strolled down the bustling New York streets, Gianna dismissing the driver for morning. She wanted to give Wanda the real ‘New York’ experience. 

Their first stop was a luxury boutique, its windows adorned with the latest couture creations. A little known gem Gianna’s stylist had shown her.

Wanda’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she browsed the racks, her fingers dancing across the hangars. "What do you think of this dress?" she asked, holding up a gown that caught the light and reflected it across the room in a thousand pinpricks.

Gianna smiled. "It's stunning, Wanda. It would look amazing on you."

Encouraged by her approval, Wanda decided to try it on, disappearing into the fitting room with a swirl of fabric. As she emerged in the breathtaking gown, Gianna couldn't help but gasp. "Oh my God, you look absolutely enchanting. You have to get it. This would be perfect for the gala, or whatever Tony’s throwing."

Wanda twirled, the dress billowing around her like a cloud. "I wish. Unfortunately, superhero work doesn’t pay as well as you’d think.” 

Gianna frowned. “You didn’t think I’d bring you shopping and not pay…did you?” 

Before Wanda could protest, she’d disappeared around the corner, telling the store owner to add it to her tab - along with matching shoes and earrings.

The day continued in a whirlwind of shopping bags, laughter, and lots of swipes on Gianna’s credit card. Despite the relentless attention from the paparazzi, they managed to stay one step ahead thanks to service elevators and back doors.

The sun had finally dipped below the horizon as Gianna and Wanda returned to the Avengers' Tower, their arms laden with bags from their day of shopping. Quite literally feeling like they were about to drop, they decided to spend the night in. After a quick change of clothes, Gianna swiping the baggiest sweats she could find from Bucky’s room, they met back in the living room. It looked even bigger than it had on game night, the two of them taking up hardly any space in the sprawling room. 

“Takeout?” Wanda purred, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

“Chinese?” 

“Wine?” 

“You dial, I’ll pour.”

As they sipped their wine and ate straight from the takeout boxes, a comfortable silence settled between them. 

After a while, Gianna let out a sigh, her gaze drifting towards the city lights twinkling outside the window. "You know, Wanda," she began, her voice soft, "I really am thankful we met. I haven’t had…a lot of friends."

Wanda turned her head to look at her, putting a hand on her knee. "I know. I haven’t either. I’m glad too. I didn’t know how much I needed this."

“It sounds so silly, you know? To have this crazy, dream life…but all I could think about was having, I don’t know, normal experiences. I used to watch all these shows on TV with best friends getting ready or talking or going shopping,” She sipped her wine. “I used to get so jealous. Then I’d feel guilty for being ungrateful for the life I had.” 

Wanda looked down at her lap. “I went to the store, kind of incognito, you know. It was right after they came out with my action figure. Nat had one for a while, I was so excited to finally get my own. I just wanted to go to the mall and see for myself. When I got there, I saw a group of girls, teenagers all buying one together. I went home crying. I didn’t even know why. It was…supposed to be something I was proud of, I was even going to buy one. Seeing them, all laughing together, it made me feel so alone. Then the fact that they were buying my action figure, it didn’t make me feel cool at all. It made me feel like some kind of…”

“Commodity?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah.” Gianna squeezed Wanda’s hand. “I get it.”

“Damn…we really shouldn’t drink wine. This is depressing.” Wanda cleared her throat.

“Surely there’s something else around here somewhere.” Gianna laughed.

“Change of subject. What else do you want? You wanted friends, freedom, you got it. Maybe you’re speaking it into existence.” Wanda winked.

Gianna's gaze became distant, her laughter trailing off. “I don’t know…I guess I want more of this. I want to be surrounded by people I love. I don’t like to be alone.”

Wanda, unintentionally and without meaning to invade her friend's privacy, let her powers touch the surface of Gianna's thoughts. What she saw there made her heart swell. Images of a future, warm and inviting, unfolded before her. She saw Gianna and Bucky, their faces etched with happiness. Crows’ feet had formed around both of their eyes from years of laughter. They were surrounded by children with familiar blue eyes and dark hair, the spitting image of who Wanda could easily tell was their father. She could feel the longing, even in Gianna’s fleeting daydreams.

“Wanda?” 

“What? Sorry!” She shook her head, snapping back to reality. 

“I asked what you would want, if you could choose anything.” 

Wanda smiled. “I guess I want the same thing. Less training. More shopping sprees. A world that doesn’t need to be saved.” She winked. “To be able to wear heels around Peter without being taller than him.” 

“Cheers to that,” Gianna raised her glass, gesturing out the window to the sprawling city skyline. “Let’s hope there’s a shooting star out there somewhere.”

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“I still can’t believe it took three trips to unload all your bags.” Peter groaned, dropping the last round on the common room floor. 

“It wouldn’t have taken three trips if you could carry them all at once.” Wanda winked. 

“Hey, I’m not -” he protested before being interrupted by Gianna. 

“What, a superhero?” She elbowed him playfully. “Thanks, Peter. You’re the best!” 

Shortly after their early afternoon arrival at the compound, the sun had enticed everyone to enjoy the unseasonably warm October day. It was quiet around the compound, Tony and Nat still in New York and Steve and Bucky not due back from their mission for another day. Gathered near the lake, Peter and the girls had joined Sam on the dock. A game of frisbee had started, but got cut short when Wanda complained that she was bored.

Peter, raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Who's up for a little adventure?" he asked, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Wanda perked up immediately. "What do you have in mind?"

With a dramatic flourish, Peter shot a web towards a nearby tree, creating a makeshift rope swing. "Ladies and Sam, I present - the world’s first Spider-Swing!” Tugging on the web, he swung out over the water before letting go and loosely backflipping into the water. 

Gianna and Wanda exchanged amused glances before Gianna shrugged, “Well, if it’s the world’s first!” She stood and kicked off her shoes, tugging her sweatshirt over her head just as a soaking wet Peter climbed onto the dock. 

“Yeah…probably should have taken my shoes off first.” He shook his wet hair, making Wanda squeal as the droplets rained down on her. Holding out his hand, he looked at Gianna. “You ready?” 

“Don’t make me regret this.” She grinned nervously, taking his hand. Peter pulled her to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist as he shot a web high into a nearby tree. The tension on the web pulled them into the air, cool wind sending Gianna’s hair flying behind them. When they got to the highest point, Peter let go, sending them both tumbling through the air towards the glassy lake. As she plunged into the water, the cold shock momentarily stole her breath, but it was replaced by exhilaration. From the dock, Sam and Wanda watched as they broke the surface. Gianna’s scream and Peter’s laughter echoed across the water. 

Their heads bobbed to the surface a moment later, laughter resuming. 

“Me next!” Wanda set her shoes aside.

“Girl, did you forget you can fly?” Sam eyed her. 

“Shut up!” A wave of her hand sent Sam hurtling off the dock and into the water. Peter climbed onto the dock, giving Gianna a hand before turning to swing away with Wanda. Gianna couldn’t help but notice his hand was ever-so-slightly lower on Wanda’s hip than on her own. She grinned as they fell into the water. 

Peter, clearly not content with the current level of excitement, decided to up the ante. With reckless abandon, he swung higher and higher, the arc of his swing stretching dramatically with each turn. The girls sat on the edge of the dock with Sam, clothes all completely soaked through. 

“Gianna, are you afraid of heights?” 

Wanda and Gianna exchanged a nervous glance, realizing what Peter was asking. "Peter, don't you dare—" Wanda began, but it was too late.

With a whoop that echoed across the compound, Peter looped his arm around Gianna’s waist and sent them both soaring into the sky, reaching a height that seemed almost impossible. For a heart-stopping moment, they hung frozen in midair, two silhouettes against the late afternoon sky. A second later, gravity reclaimed them, sending both bodies hurtling towards the water.

“Shit,” Wanda knit her brows together, holding a hand out to slow down their fall. Sam tensed beside her. Before she could engage her powers, Peter shot another web and swung to catch Gianna ten feet above the water’s surface. He held her around the waist, swinging by the dock and dropping onto his feet, lowering her gently to the ground. Her laughter rippled in the air, unaware of any danger ever surrounding her. She had nothing but trust in her friends, for better or for worse. 

Gianna wiped wet strands of hair out of her face, still laughing. “You have officially ruined roller coasters for me, nothing will ever compare to that.”

Peter bowed dramatically, water droplets cascading from his hair. "Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week."

Sam and Wanda exchanged glances, both of them taking a deep breath of relief. They knew Peter would never intentionally hurt anyone, but sometimes his playful nature got the best of him and he’d forget how powerful he truly was. Before Gianna had even caught her breath from the adrenaline rush, two sets of combat boots thudded across the dock. 

“Bucky, stop!” 

“What the HELL were you thinking!” 

All four heads whipped around to see Bucky storming down the dock towards them, seeing red. Steve was hot on his tail, both of them still in full tactical gear. Without slowing down, Bucky made a beeline for Peter, who’d gone pale. 

“I didn’t, I was just -” He was cut off by Bucky grabbing a fistful of his soaking wet t-shirt and pulling him close. 

“You were just…what?” Bucky’s voice was a low snarl, dripping with rage. 

Peter, standing on his tiptoes as his shirt was firmly bunched in a metal fist, looked utterly terrified. "I...uh, we were just having fun, Buck, I swear!"

Steve placed a calming hand on Bucky's shoulder, his brows knit together. "Easy, Buck. Let's talk about this."

Bucky was on the edge, his concern for Gianna sending him beyond reason. He ignored Steve completely. "Fun? You call risking her safety fun?" His gaze darted to Sam and Wanda, who looked equally taken aback. "And you two, you just let it happen! You’re supposed to know better, what were you thinking?!"

Gianna’s eyes were big and watery, guilt bubbling in her stomach watching her friends get scolded. The playful atmosphere of moments before had been shattered. Her heart felt twisted, half of her overjoyed to see Bucky a day earlier than expected and half of her in shock at this side of him she hadn’t seen before. 

Bucky's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable. "She shouldn't have to risk her safety for anyone's amusement. She's not a toy, Wanda. I mean come on guys, the goddamn bruises on her back haven’t even healed!" 

“Bucky…” Gianna’s voice was soft, tentative. “No one made me do it…I wanted to. It isn’t their fault.” 

His harsh, angry expression faltered at her voice and he released Peter. Slowly, Bucky turned to Gianna, eyes running over her entire body. He gingerly cupped her face, still scanning for any sign of harm. “Are you okay?” His eyes had completely softened, all anger had given way to concern. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” She smiled softly, his warm hands feeling heavenly on her cold cheeks. Holding his gaze, she pressed a gentle kiss on his palm.

Steve stepped in, his tone firm but understanding. "We get it, Buck. I'll talk to Peter and make sure it doesn't happen again. We're all here to look out for each other."

Bucky nodded, but didn’t look away from Gianna. "You’re sure you're okay?"

Gianna nodded, her voice small. "I'm fine, Bucky, really."

Bucky's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he reluctantly backed down, his protectiveness still evident. "Fine…but you should at least get changed. You’re going to catch a cold if you stand out here in soaking wet clothes.”

She grabbed her sweatshirt from the crumpled pile on the ground, giving Peter and Wanda an apologetic look while her back was to Bucky. Turning, she held her hand out to him. “Care to escort me?” 

The tension began to ease as they walked back towards the compound, but it was clear that Bucky's protective stance wasn't just a passing moment of anger—it was a reflection of how deeply he cared for Gianna. His anger was well-contained, so for it to come out so wildly, especially towards his team…they knew he wasn’t messing around when it came to her. 

Once they were out of earshot, Steve turned to the group, eyebrows raised. 

“You guys could have been a little more careful.” 

“I know, Cap, it’s my fault. I should have stopped it.” Sam looked sheepish. 

“No, no, it’s my fault, I got carried away and—” Peter began to fumble out an apology before Steve interrupted, holding a hand up. 

“I get it. You don’t need a lecture. Just…be careful. Especially with Gianna. Bucky’s a little overprotective, especially since the accident. No harm no foul.” He gave a reassuring smile. “But you should get changed, don’t want anyone getting sick around here.” 

Back in her room, Bucky made a beeline for the massive bathtub that hadn’t been used yet. As hot water began to fill the basin, Gianna sat on the edge, tugging on his arm. 

“You’re back.” 

“We finished a day early, I wanted to surprise you.” 

She chuckled. “You definitely did.” 

Bucky sighed, dropping to his knees in front of her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I just…when I came around the corner and saw you, so high in the air, all I could think of was that day.” His jaw clenched. He didn’t have to elaborate. They both knew exactly what he meant. “You were so vulnerable and I was too far away to save you. If something had happened to you—”

Gianna stroked his cheek, tilting his head up to look at her. “I know. I should have been more careful. I didn’t mean to scare you. You were completely justified to feel that way.” 

He studied her face, eyes still concerned. Wordlessly, she lifted her hands over her head, giving him a pleading look. The water was the only sound as his hands grabbed the hem of her soaked t-shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. His breath caught as he studied her, topless, right in front of him. He’d seen her change before, but either averted his eyes of politeness or, more recently, desire to avoid temptation. This time, his eyes were locked on her. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, the cold air caressing her exposed body. 

Gianna stood, her stomach now level with his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he slipped his fingers inside her waistband and tugged her sweatpants down. She stepped out, leaving a soaking pile of clothes on the floor and her standing in nothing but a pair of white lace underwear.

For the second time today, Bucky showed a side of himself she didn’t recognize. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, eyes devouring her. As he knelt before her, he ran a hand up the back of her leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His blue eyes were hungry as he looked up at her, the intensity making her blush. Steam curled around her body from the nearly full bath behind her. 

A teasing smile danced on her lips as Gianna turned away from him. Hooking her thumbs in the lace, she let the last article of clothing fall to the floor. Bucky let out a soft moan, frozen in place on his knees. She lowered herself slowly into the water, the warmth feeling indescribable on her chilled skin. When she was fully submerged, she rested her elbows on the edge, meeting Bucky’s eyes. 

“Join me?”

His breath caught. 

Eyes full of want, he reached out and stroked her hair back from her face. The cargo pants and tactical vest he had on, still adorned with weapons, made him look even bigger than he was. The juxtaposition of his intimidating exterior against his soft, pleading eyes was poetic. For a moment, Gianna felt like she couldn’t breathe. 

This is it. It’s finally going to happen. 

Just as she felt warmth and butterflies flood her stomach, he stood. 

“I should clean up.” Bucky’s eyes had cleared, something inside him shifting. “I haven’t showered in days, I’m disgusting. I’ll come back when you’re done and we can catch up.” 

He knelt down, cupping her surprised face, and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I missed you.” 

Before she could protest, he was shutting the door behind him. 

What the hell just happened? Gianna blinked. 

Bucky shut the door to his room harder than he anticipated, leaning against it as he tried to catch his breath. Goddammit. This is going to be harder than I thought. He stripped off layer after layer of his gear and stepped into the cold shower, trying with everything in him not to think about her in the hot bath one room over.