#or maybe hes just perfect. my babygirl 🫶

[6okuto]

OK SO GURL !

Not really theorie but mainly ideas i got here and here only based with my love for a good old mercenary ( aka protector ) x alchemist ( aka 0 chance of survival alone )

So my brain is thinking and thinking and like that one flower scene about how they are pretty although they don’t last long, but at least they leave quite an impression. What if this could be used for his dynamic with mc ? As like, him trying to give a good impression for mc to have a pleasant time, making them able to live normaly for a moment and enjoy life but deep down that just a facade. He tries to but something is here and because it can’t be real he just tries to at least put a font for them because he wants mc to enjoy life ?

That way too much of analysis for a simple interaction about flower but really the «  you seemed like you need some luck » what luck ma boi ? What do you have in mind ?

So hear me out hear me out, Leander who have a little thing for mc and knowing their situation, wants to help them because sure people deserve nice to get better but especially THEM. Like, the softness and desperation with wich they hold his hand when he offered them and like how the « make happy » instinct kicked in. Or like even at the bar when at first it’s letting mc touch him to feel better but in a way he enjoy their touch too, he too appreciate the confort (sorry but leaning into their palm ??? I know alcohol was here but still !)

Anywhoozie know that like… if you ask i will doodle him !

OHH I get it. like it relates to how he can't cure u but he can give u a sense of normalcy in it all...love the line "if you need a reprieve from what haunts you, come find me." I SEE THE VISION!!! + tangent but the flower scene's important for sure i agree. lilies meaning purity, innocence, rebirth... does the disappearance mean those things are fleeting or are they more meant to relate to who he is in some way yknow.

i think/hope he can help us but also my rose tinted glasses and i don't care if he can't bro i'm twirling my hair anyways 😂😘🫶 there might b smth w mc's physical reaction to touching him maybe...like ofc it has to do w being Touchstarved. but i guess i found the wording of their head feeling like it's stuffed w cotton or how hard their heart was pounding after touching his face interesting. filled w cotton isnt rlly the description id go for. the imagery + connotation is... anyways

AND OMGGG LEANDER DOODLE...u could draw like..mc/an oc giving Him a flower... or erm. not sure. maybe him w a cute headband. u know the fuzzy ones u wear to wash ur face and keep hair out of the way. sorry thats really specific im wearing one rn

[amirasainz]

hooola!! absolutely love the baby alonso series and i’d love to see her playing with penelope maybe?? or one of lando’s nieces!!

hope u have a great day 🫶🫶

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

@piastappies

Best friends forever

The bustling paddock was alive with the hum of race car engines, chatter from teams, and fans eagerly seeking autographs. Amidst the energy of the Formula 1 weekend, two tiny figures stood out—Yn and Penelope.

Yn, with her sparkling pink bike that had streamers hanging off the handlebars, was busy adjusting her helmet. Penelope, on her equally dazzling sparkling purple bike, was already riding in circles, her giggles carrying through the air.

"Come on, Yn!" Penelope called, a teasing grin on her face. "You're so slow!"

Yn puffed up her cheeks in mock frustration, tightening the strap on her helmet. "I'm not slow! I just wanna make sure my helmet is perfect! Safety first, P!"

Penelope stopped her bike and crossed her arms dramatically. "We’re in the paddock, silly. No cars are gonna hit us!"

Yn finally climbed onto her bike, wobbling for a moment before finding her balance. "Fine! But you're not gonna win the race!" she said with determination, pedaling furiously to catch up.

The two girls zipped past team garages, their bikes glittering under the sun, leaving a trail of laughter behind them. Engineers paused to watch, some waving and smiling, others snapping quick photos of the adorable sight.

"Careful, girls!" Charles called out, leaning against a garage wall with a cup of coffee.

"We’re being careful!" Penelope yelled back, her voice high-pitched and confident.

"Yeah!" Yn chimed in. "We’re super fast, like Max and Fernando!"

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, just don’t beat them in qualifying, okay?"

The girls burst into laughter, though neither truly understood what qualifying was.

---

Later, Yn and Penelope decided to ditch their bikes and explore on foot. Hand-in-hand, they skipped down the paddock, their little sneakers slapping against the ground in perfect rhythm.

"We should go see the snacks table!" Penelope suggested, her eyes sparkling.

"Snacks!" Yn cheered. "I hope they have gummy bears. And cookies!"

As they approached the Red Bull hospitality, Max was leaning on a railing, chatting with Sergio. He spotted the duo and immediately straightened up, his tough demeanor softening into a wide grin.

"Hey, what are you two up to now?" Max asked, crouching down to their level.

"Snacks!" Penelope declared with a triumphant fist in the air.

Yn nodded eagerly. "Gummy bears!"

Max laughed. "Ah, I see. Well, the snacks are this way, but no eating too much, okay? I need Penelope to cheer for me later, not fall asleep!"

"I’m gonna cheer for Yn’s dad too!" Penelope said proudly, looking at Yn.

"Me too!" Yn added, squeezing Penelope’s hand.

Max ruffled Penelope's hair, a rare, tender smile on his face. "Good girls. Now go on, and don’t cause too much trouble."

---

The next stop on their grand paddock adventure was Fernando’s garage. The two girls peeked in cautiously before scampering inside. Fernando was sitting on a stool, studying data on a screen, but the moment he saw the two tiny intruders, his face lit up.

"Ah, mis pequeñas amigas!" Fernando exclaimed, opening his arms wide.

Yn ran straight to him, throwing her arms around his leg. "Papa! We’re having the best day ever!"

Fernando chuckled, scooping Yn up onto his lap. "I can see that. And Penelope, are you taking good care of my little one?"

Penelope nodded solemnly. "Of course. We’re best friends!"

"Bestest friends!" Yn echoed, reaching out to hold Penelope’s hand again.

Fernando looked at them with soft eyes. "You know, seeing you two like this reminds me of why we do all this. It’s not just about winning—it’s about family and having fun."

"Does that mean you’ll let us ride your car next time?" Penelope asked, her face completely serious.

Fernando laughed heartily. "Not quite, pequeña, but maybe one day."

---

As the day wore on, Yn and Penelope found new ways to entertain themselves. They drew with chalk on the pavement, leaving colorful hearts and stars for everyone to see. They played hide-and-seek around the motorhomes, with Lando and George willingly pretending not to see their bright clothes sticking out from behind crates.

At one point, the two girls sat on a patch of grass, sharing a juice box they had "borrowed" from the hospitality.

"Do you think we’ll ever drive like our dads?" Yn asked, her face thoughtful.

Penelope tilted her head. "I think so. But only if the cars are purple and pink."

Yn nodded solemnly. "Definitely."

---

By the time the sun began to set, the paddock had grown quieter, but the two girls were still full of energy. They convinced Max and Fernando to sit down with them for one last activity: a tea party.

Fernando looked hilariously out of place, holding a tiny plastic teacup between his large fingers, while Max did his best to balance a tiara Penelope had insisted he wear.

"More tea, sir?" Yn asked in an exaggerated posh accent, holding out an empty teapot.

"Why, thank you, madam," Fernando replied, playing along with a dramatic bow of his head.

Max sighed, though he couldn’t hide his grin. "This tea is excellent, Penelope. Did you make it yourself?"

Penelope giggled. "It’s pretend, Papa!"

"Ah, of course," Max said, nodding seriously.

---

As the day came to an end, Yn and Penelope finally started to tire, their eyes drooping as they sat on a bench together, wrapped in a shared blanket.

Fernando and Max watched from a distance, their competitive natures completely set aside as they admired their daughters.

"They really are something, aren’t they?" Fernando said quietly.

Max nodded, a rare softness in his gaze. "Yeah. Makes you realize what really matters."

The two girls held hands even in their sleep, their innocent friendship a bright light in the often chaotic world of Formula 1.

[brotherwtf]

hi! how about 🎦: Which scene/part would you have liked to be longer in episode 1-2? for the mota birthday asks 🫶🏻

oh my fucking God I would have loved to see John comfort Gale just a little longer after his first mission, I know he was all like "okay babygirl time to get you to interrogation" but I would have LOVED to see the entire ride back fr

because you know John would be freaking out because Gale's silent, staring dead ahead and he also didn't say what he saw, and John knows he's furious because they lost three forts for a dud of a mission, one where they had to salvo the bombs and Gale still saw the horrors of what it was like up there for what feels like no reason, and while John knows it's foolish he wanted to protect Gale from that horrid feeling for as long as he could, that's why he didn't tell him what it was like up there

but I imagine John would talk, he would talk about everything and nothing, would talk about some gal he met, would talk about playing in the fields with Meatball, would talk about what the kids on base were up to, just anything and everything to take Gale's mind off of it before he got to interrogation, because it was truly awful that John couldn't be up there with him

and maybe he does speak that sentiment to Gale, he wishes he were up there with him, maybe puts a hand on his thigh or smth and just keeps it there while they're outside of the interrogation hut, turns to him and apologizes again for not telling Gale what it was like up there and Gale finally speaks after being silent the entire time

"the men need a good leader like you up there with them. I need you up there, but I don't think I could stand it if you got shot down," Gale whispers before one of his crew comes out and yells his name, beckoning him inside, leaving John in the Jeep... oh the drama!!

this of course would seamlessly glide into when John followed him in and just saw his haunted face during interrogation... perfect!!

[gingerjunhan]

Hellooooo!

It's 🧈 and I wanted to request smthg with Jun han.

So like Jun han x reader where Jun han is just. Idk how to explain it😓

Like as if he has the vibe of his live where he played the guitar. Like he was so cute and I just wanted something that kinda embodies how he spoke and interacted with people on the live.

Like he's just so real and super sweet to reader and they're in front of the rest of xdh being verbally affectionate and being cute together.

Not really shy Jun han since he's not as shy as he once was, but just real Jun han. Like he's a best friend first and boyfriend second.

Reader and Jun han just have a lot of chemistry and are just making xdh melt at how perfect they are for each other.

Also kinda like his bubble video where I think he ate a bug? His vibe in that video was just so light hearted.

I just need light hearted, best friend bf, verbally and physically affectionate, and just overall just a super real Jun han.

Feel free to dm if you don't understand what I'm trying to say😭😭

☆彡🧈anon this is literally SO CUUUTE :( I love this idea! I've literally watched the Instagram live you're talking about so many times. I'll like it here if anybody wants to watch it 🫶🏻

word count: 795 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: petty friendly banter, Jun (jokingly) calls reader "babygirl", there is not a moment of peace in this house, this was actually proofread‼️💪🏻

Another night in the Heroes dorm rolled around, and you were no stranger to their company. You all had known each other for a while- becoming friends with the group right before it was announced that they were going to debut. Now, roughly three years of friendship had passed, and you were basically the 7th member of the household. You could show up at roughly any hour of the day, and nobody would bat an eye. You’ve always been especially close to Hyeongjun, so when you both announced to the others a while back that the two of you had started dating, nobody was surprised.

The evening was going on as normal. Jooyeon and Jiseok were playing some game together in the living room, screaming at both each other and the TV. Jungsu seemed to be playing moderator between the two of them. You’d eventually hear a “Jiseok, calm down!” shouted from Jungsu, which was always followed by Jooyeon’s distinct laugh. Gunil, who was also a bystander to all of this, only seemed to be egging the two boys on with his own laughter, Seingmin, who was sitting in the corner, scrolled through his phone, and seemingly wanted to have nothing to do with the entire ordeal.

“How much time is left on the oven?” Hyeongjun asked you. It was his turn to cook, so you decided to pitch in and help him.

“Roughly 10 minutes,” you answered. You gave Hyeongjun a smile as he made his way across the kitchen towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as you chuckled. “You hungry?”

He nodded, grimacing a bit. “The food smells so good,” he whined. You couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“I know,” you rubbed his back. “Just a couple more minutes.”

As the two of you basked in each other’s embrace, you heard a voice come from the doorway into the kitchen.

“Ew,” they said simply. You and Hyeongjun pulled apart to see Seungmin. “Can you guys go be cute somewhere else so you don’t spoil my appetite?”

Hyeongjun laughed. “Sorry. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Thank god,” Seungmin scoffed. “Maybe Jiseok and Jooyeon will finally shut up while we eat.”

“I heard that!” Jiseok called. Just as Seungmin was about to make a snarky joke, the timer on the oven went off.

“Foods done!” You called. The others came racing into the kitchen, grabbing plates and serving themselves. Everybody sat down and began to eat together, marveling at how good the food was. Lighthearted banter took over the room as everyone ate.

“This food is amazing,” Gunil spoke up, looking to you and Hyeongjun. “Thank you for cooking.”

“Yeah,” Hyeongjun added. “Thanks for your help, sweetheart. Everything tastes great.” One of his hands found its way to yours, giving it a squeeze.

“Aww, sweetheart,” Jooyeon teased, batting his eyelashes. You couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped you. Hyeongjun laughed along as well, being used to the younger ones' antics.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Hyeongjun defended in a teasing way. “Unless you want me to use other names. Like, babygirl, or-”

“Nope! That’s enough!” Jooyeon gave up as you and Hyeongjun started to laugh harder. The two of you didn’t use pet names often, but when you did you were commonly made fun of by the others. So, sometimes, you guys would call each other the cringiest names you could think of just to mess with the others. After that, the dinner banter shifted again, finding it’s way to a new topic of conversation.

Once dinner was over and everything was cleaned up, everybody went back to their own separate activities. You and Hyeongjun made your way to his room, tucking yourselves away for a long night of doing nothing in particular. Hyeongjun turned on a show, and you started rooting through his clothes, looking for something new for you to steal. You found a shirt that you liked and threw it on. Hyeongjun smiled adoringly at you, and then there was a knock at his door.

“Hey,” Jiseok called from the other side. “Can I borrow your tuner? I left mine at the studio.”

“Yeah,” Hyeongjun called back. “You can come in.” Jiseok opened the door and was instantly met with you in your new shirt. He looked over you.

“I like your shirt, (Y/N).”

“Thanks,” Hyeongjun answered before you could, handing Jiseok his tuner. “It’s mine.”

Jiseok let out a sigh, “Of course it is.” With that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him. Hyeongjun once again made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you. You returned the favor, relaxing in his hold. Hyeongjun sighed.

“You’re taking that shirt home, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you giggled.

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[lovelyunholyc]

hi hi :) i just wanted to say that ur choso fic was GODLY. it was so sensual and intimate while also being the perfect amount of sweet and loving !! the way that reader was so gently dominant towards choso was just— IT WAS EVERYTHING!! the pet names, the endless affection and praise… ahh 🥰 i feel like it’s so rare for reader to be on the giving end of that in fic so THANK U SO MUCH. 🫡💗 bc i am a shameless lover of those things. it hit so much esp bc choso deserves it all! u did such a good job. so, so good love ☺️

my favorite parts!! i really enjoyed the way choso pleaded for readers spit—my soul legit left my body. the specific line, “when he looks at you again, you think his eyes hold the stars in them for you, sparkling in his irises and falling across his cheeks.” it’s absolutely breathtaking and so gorgeous and poetic (which i’m sure u are irl). there’s so much more i could say but overall i adored this fic and it’s precious and special and you are an amazing writer. so very talented! i am going to read the rest of ur works heartily and i’m going to love u forever MUAH

my luv......my sweet angel.. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

stop it rn i'll fr fall in love with u 😡 ngl i let this marinate in my inbox for like a day just so i could stare at it and giggle and kick my feet and twirl my hair periodically throughout the day 😳🤭

thank u so much for ur kind words abt my lovey dovey writing 😭 sometimes i feel like maybe it's too much and like...too flowery?? etc but i literally cannot help it so i'm vv happy it evokes such emotion and happiness for u too, seriously, that touched my heart 🥹🫶

as for choso, i also couldn't help it, that's babygirl and he's a little bit ridiculous so i wanted him to be just a little bit obsessed and pathetic for u which i think is kind of within his character hehe i loveeee writing willful and gently dominant reader bc i agree it's kind of rare to see and i love reading it too!!! and as they say, if u don't see enough of it, might as well take it into ur own hands ya know 🤭 i'll definitely be writing more like it bc there r many babygirls that i feel it would come naturally for too 🤭

hope u have fun w my other stuff too ilu bb mwah mwah <3

[treatbuckywkisses]

this hurt/comfort is phenomenal:( I love love loveeee this Bucky's personality:( soooo flirty and cheeky and soooo babygirl!!!!! I'd do anything for him😭🫶🏻

You know it by heart as you were the one practising with him in the car on the way to the studio. You knew Bucky was better at memorising lines than he had let on, he is a professional actor after all, but it made your stomach tingle with butterflies to think he was purposely messing up the lines to get you to laugh and playfully reprimand him. IM SO UNWELL THIS IS SUCH A GOOD RELATIONSHIP I LOVE THEM😭😭😭😭 

“Maybe I just like when you pull me close and do it for me.” Your cheeks heat like the sun and you shyly break eye contact to look at the floor, a feeling that’s all too familiar when you’re around Bucky, but is still a reaction you haven’t mastered in concealing from him. You suspect he does it on purpose. He's so cheeky I need him. 

Bucky doesn’t let the concern for the hosts' blatant disregard of his boundaries translate to his features, but you know him well enough to tell that the forced smile, small chuckle he lets slip out and slight change in his posture means he’s extremely uncomfortable with the probing question.  This is so near and dear to my heart:( the thought that anyone watching tv or in the audience thinks this is normal questioning and probably feeling giddy themselves to hear this answer while the people he's closer to and know him know that he's not doing well with this question😿 

Bucky stands tall and broad in the doorway, but you’ve never seen him look so small.  UGH EM:( the feelings of watching this go down and not be able to stop it are so intense:( 

“Really, who doesn’t?” Me, you want to declare, but you question the implications of saying it aloud and the word dies in the back of your throat. You’re his assistant, just his assistant, and it’s inappropriate and unprofessional for you to infer otherwise.  MY HEART:( UGH IDIOTS IN LOVE WILL GET ME EVERY TIME:(((

“You have me. You’ll always have me.” And you mean that, with your entire being. I'm sooooo mushy rn:( the way bucky ran for comfort and knew exactly where he'd find it and the self doubt is still there is so real:( they're so perfect 

Everyone’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) (2)

Actor!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Fem!Reader

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s big late night interview promoting his new movie, but when the interviewer asks a question which causes Bucky to storm off the set, you’re there to comfort him.

Warnings: idiots in love, hurt comfort, interviewer brings up questions which crosses Bucky’s boundaries, shy/insecure reader, soft fluff

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: this is dedicated to the beautiful and kind @blackwidownat2814 because I love you so much and I know you wanted more of these two! You said you haven’t been feeling the best lately so I hope this cheers you up, even just a little 💜 photo credit @deardjo, banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“You’re on in five, Mr Barnes!” A voice calls to Bucky who’s getting ready in his dressing room.

Tonight’s a big night for him, appearing on Late Tonight with Alexander Pierce, his first late night talk show interview to promote his newest movie, and though the occasion is a significant one, Bucky looks as laid back as if it's just another day.

Bucky’s manager, Maria, is on what Bucky calls one of her rampages, listing off a million and one last minute reminders about what to endorse in the interview and the specific phrasing the producer wants him to use when introducing the movie.

You know it by heart as you were the one practising with him in the car on the way to the studio. You knew Bucky was better at memorising lines than he had let on, he is a professional actor after all, but it made your stomach tingle with butterflies to think he was purposely messing up the lines to get you to laugh and playfully reprimand him.

As Maria continues her one sided conversation, Bucky looks over her shoulder at you and makes a silly face, poking out his tongue, making you chuckle. He’s such an idiot sometimes, but he never fails to make you smile, even during a time where he should arguably be tense and not paying any mind to relaxing your nerves.

“As always I’ve given them a list of topics which are off limits but if he asks you anything you don’t want to answer...” Maria continues, you’re unsure if she’s immune to Bucky’s goofiness and is ignoring him, or if she’s too preoccupied to even notice.

“I know the drill Maria. Don’t you trust me?”

Maria gives Bucky a look, and even though she has her back to you, you know her well enough to sense the stern glare she’s throwing at him. Though, she’s never been intimidating enough to scare Bucky who’s still cheekily grinning like a ten year old thinking they’ve gotten away with a prank.

“You’re a mischief maker, so no I don't, not when it comes to live interviews.” Her phone starts ringing, saving Bucky from the rest of her spiel. “And fix your goddamn tie before you go on, you look like a troublesome schoolboy!” She calls back into the dressing room as she excuses herself to take the call.

“C’mere.” You step closer to Bucky and pull him the rest of the way towards you by tugging on the end of his tie. When he’s this close the scent of his deep, smokey cologne seems to overpower all your other senses and makes it hard to focus. “I swear I’ve shown you how to do this a thousand times.”

“Maybe I just like when you pull me close and do it for me.” Your cheeks heat like the sun and you shyly break eye contact to look at the floor, a feeling that’s all too familiar when you’re around Bucky, but is still a reaction you haven’t mastered in concealing from him. You suspect he does it on purpose.

You’re saved from having to form a sentence in your flustered state by someone shouting “Barnes, two minutes!” from the hall.

“That’s my cue. See you in a bit.” You can sense the smile in his voice, even when you’re bashfully staring at the ground.

You turn and watch him stride out of the room, your arms finding their way around your middle, hugging yourself as if Bucky’s departure results in you losing a part of yourself you’re desperately trying to hold onto.

Before he can disappear into the corridor, Bucky looks back at you, an instinctive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he finds you already looking at him. He shoots you a wink before making his way towards the stage.

You turn the television in the dressing room on to watch the interview, but you can hear the clapping and cheering of the audience resounding through the entire studio as Bucky’s introduced.

He aces the first part of the interview, introducing the film word for word from the script provided by the movie producers, and describing the action packed teaser scene shown for the first time on the show. You breathe a sigh of relief as they cut to the advertisements, knowing everything so far has gone to plan and Bucky only has to get through a couple more minutes before he’ll rejoin you in his dressing room.

When the show comes back from the ad break, Bucky and Alex are laughing about something he must have said before the cameras were rolling. He looks happy, relaxed, that infectious smile of his plastered from ear to ear.

“So, we all want to know, have you got anyone special in your life? Is the devilishly handsome, notorious ladies man Bucky Barnes single?” Alexander asks eagerly and the crowd buzzes in anticipation waiting for his response.

Your stomach churns with a new wave of nerves - you know for a fact that this is on the list of no go topics, yet the host has no qualms in asking it.

Bucky doesn’t let the concern for the hosts' blatant disregard of his boundaries translate to his features, but you know him well enough to tell that the forced smile, small chuckle he lets slip out and slight change in his posture means he’s extremely uncomfortable with the probing question.

“I like to keep my personal life private. I already share so much of my life with my fans, but there are certain things I want to keep just for myself.” Bucky answers firmly, maintaining the strict boundary whilst also remaining polite.

There’s a moment of respite from your nerves, believing Bucky’s answer to be sufficient to shut down whatever Pierce is attempting to gain from the unsolicited question, but his next words bring the anxiety back with full vigour.

“I think that’s code for: yes, he’s in a relationship.” Pierce addresses the crowd, who starts ‘awwing’ in response. “Want to let us know who the lucky lady is?”

“No, that’s not what I-” Bucky tries to insist, but Pierce rudely interrupts to ask the next question. You can see Bucky’s jaw clench, even through the small screen you're currently watching from. Though he’s simply a room away, it feels like an entire galaxy in distance when he’s in front of cameras and you’re unable to do anything to subside his annoyance which is quickly turning into rage.

“The other burning question our fans had for you was the origin of your prosthetic arm - you’ve never explained how you lost your limb and of course we’re all intrigued by the mystery. I think now is the perfect opportunity to set the record straight.” Pierce looks at Bucky expectantly as if he had simply asked what day of the week it was.

If there is one hard no Bucky would never answer publically it was the story surrounding how he lost his arm.

You can see the anger bubbling in his chest, but most of all the pain, the grievous misery he’s trying so hard to disguise in his eyes. He desperately doesn’t want to break down in front of the entire world.

“That’s not a question I’m willing to answer.” Bucky replies in a faint, cracking voice. Standing up, to the gasps and murmurs of the audience, Bucky takes off his microphone pack, leaving it on the host's desk, and walks off the stage without another word.

You hear Pierce claim “I guess that’s just Bucky Barnes living up to his roguish ways” with a laugh before shutting off the tv, scrambling to gather your things and go find where Bucky headed off to when the door swings open.

Bucky stands tall and broad in the doorway, but you’ve never seen him look so small.

As he closes the door behind him you hear a sniffle and your instincts immediately kick in - he’s barely turned around to face you again before you’ve pulled him into a bone crunching hug. Your heart breaks sharply in your chest as you hear the wrenching sob he finally lets out.

Tears sting behind your eyes as you feel Bucky’s chest heave with his weeping, but you do your best to pull yourself together. You have to be the strong one here, Bucky’s the one in unimaginable pain.

The door bursts open but Bucky doesn’t let go of you to look at who it is. Maria stands there with a combination of fury and concern mixed in her eyes, as well as sympathy as she observes Bucky’s large frame crying into your shoulder. She silently raises her eyebrows as if to ask if you think he’ll be okay.

“I’ll take care of him, you go berate them for what they did.” You suggest, and even though it’s unlike Maria to do anything without disagreeing and recommending her own approach first, she nods and backs out of the dressing room.

You stand there, softly rubbing Bucky’s back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, as he cries into your shoulder. Your heart, which Bucky already owns completely, shatters alongside his.

“How could he?” Bucky asks with an invigorated sob. You wish you could alleviate all his pain, even by taking it on yourself, just so he wouldn’t have to bear the burden. You squeeze him tighter in attempts to convey the sentiment.

However, you’re unsure how to answer his question because you yourself don’t understand how someone could be so cold-hearted to shamelessly mortify Bucky with the most traumatic event of his life in front of the entire world, especially after specifically prohibiting the topic.

“I dunno Buck, but he’ll never get the opportunity again, you hear me? You’ll never have to be in the same room as that shithead ever again.” You hope your words bring Bucky some comfort, but as this wound is so raw, the ache so fresh, you’re not sure there are any combination of words that can stop his pain.

You stay with him as long as he needs you to, slowly rubbing circles over his back, until eventually his sobs subside and his breathing slows to normal.

“C’mon, let me drive you home.”

“Home sounds good.” Bucky comments, but by the way he’s nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and how he’s holding you tight against him, it doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to get there.

After a few extra moments where you cherish simply holding each other without Bucky’s movements as he wept, you pull back, taking an additional second to admire just how blue his eyes are, even if they are tinted slightly red from crying, and how they look at you with a fondness that makes your knees weak, you whisper “let’s get outta here”.

The drive to Bucky’s house isn’t too long, especially this late at night. You attempt to prevent Bucky from reading any headlines about the situation, but with the exception of tossing his phone out the window of the moving car, there’s not much you can do.

“I swear it’s all everyone sees, what Maria loves to push for publicity - the supposed playboy with a mysterious past because he won’t talk about how he lost his fucking arm, I hate it.” His voice is full of exasperation and it makes you want to pull him back into another hug.

“It’s not what everyone sees, Buck.”

“Really, who doesn’t?” Me, you want to declare, but you question the implications of saying it aloud and the word dies in the back of your throat. You’re his assistant, just his assistant, and it’s inappropriate and unprofessional for you to infer otherwise.

“The people who genuinely care about you and know the real you - your Ma, Becks.” Is what you say instead. Your eyes are focussed on the dimly lit road ahead of you so you miss the downcast look Bucky throws your way, as if he was hoping you’d have answered his question differently.

“Yeah, I guess.” Is all he mumbles before sitting in quiet contemplation for the rest of the short drive to his house.

The silence gives your mind time to regret what you didn’t say, and wish for that time back again. Will there ever be a perfect time to tell him how you feel? How he makes your cheeks ache with how much he gets you to smile in his presence; how your eyes are always searching for him in a crowded room, and that your stomach somersaults when out of everyone, you’re the person he makes eye contact with before smiling; how no matter what time, day or night, you’d drop everything and anything if he needed you.

As if sensing your mental suffering, Bucky places his hand atop yours on the gear stick, still not saying a word, but the action itself calms the storm of anxiety building in your chest.

You pull up in his driveway and turn off the car, unsure if you should get out and help him inside, or if he just wants his space. You give him time to make up his mind, but your doubt is answered almost as soon as the rumbling of the engine ceases.

“Can you stay with me tonight? I don’t wanna be alone right now.” You’re sure you’ll never be able to say no to Bucky Barnes, but when his eyes look as fragile as a bubble floating in the wind, ready to pop at any given second, all you want is to pull him close and keep him safe forever.

Behind that fragility is uncertainty, unsure if you’ll agree to stay or not, and even though you weren’t sure it was possible, your heart cracks a little more after the events of the night knowing that he doubts whether you’d do absolutely anything for him.

“Whatever you need, Buck.”

“I just want you.”

“You have me. You’ll always have me.” And you mean that, with your entire being.

You get out of the car and snake your arm around his back, he does the same to you. You walk arm in arm through his front door, treasuring the warmth of his closeness and forcing the romantic implications to the back of your mind.

Those can be discussed tomorrow. Right now, he just needs you.

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[feysandfeels]

129. The fae kings be like when you, a looser, find another looser, to maximise your limp dick energy.

130. I kneeeeeeeeew this asshole had Dec and Flynn!!!! I KNEWW IT! There is nothing I do not know!! I! AM! UNSTOPPABLE!

131. “Ruhn decided to do her a favor and asked, ‘Wanna come in for a minute? Just to talk’” SUREEEEEEEEEEE JAN.

132. Honestly I did not think Pollux was the father but thank fuck he isn’t.

133. Because I’m yours, Day, I’m fucking yours. I do not have the words. When will a man love me like this?!

134. Her touching were his lip ring was and his brow one… and him replying “I’m here. We made it. I’m here” SARAH J MAAS I AM COMING FOR YOUR THROAT BUT THANK YOI FOR THIS I AM YOUR FOREVER FAN THANK YOU THANK YOU.

135. Whenever you feel you are unqualified for your job just remember Bryce went “Well someone has to lead” when she hasn’t show an ounce of leadership qualities jajajajajaja like babygirl you are the girl that lives in delusion.

136. Not her telling Hunt that at least she is not swallowed by guilt and fear… and why might that be?? Huh I wonder… anyone care to take a guess? Oh wait, I know MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE YOU WERE NOT IN THE FIRST REBELLION AND DON��T HAVE TRAUMA!

137. It’s the fact that you let your friends in the hands if the fae kings… just saying

138. Okay so this place wasn’t built by Pelias… but ny Helena. The plot thickens

139. Bryce I am begging you right now! Where is the HOEAB YOU? Queen I know you are in there.

140. I do think Bryce is correct in telling Hunt he needs to do more than just go with it, but it is big of her when her commitment to this was mainly because she wanted to feel Danika closer… and it is even worse because she is not seeing things from Hunt’s perspective, and the why he is rightfully hesitant to commit to this.

141. Did he just call him son?! Like son-father-son? What?! Huh okay yeah… oddly enough not the worse parent to have in this series.

142. Wait another daddy? What?

143. If we get a third on we can Mamma Mia this shit out.

144. Lidia I TOO WANT RUHN ALL THE TIME. BESTIE SAAAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEE. You are so valid for that.

145. NOT HUNT BEING THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. I - JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJA

146. AND HERE COMES THE THIRD FATHER

147. Hey we are the princes of Hel and this is our start up: we help rid YOUR PLANET 🫵��� of Ghastly creatures. Follow us on ig @/HelofaSolution. I am Adias, I am Apollion and I am Thanatos, and we are ✨THE PRINCES OF HEL✨ call 666666666 to hear out special offer of the day.

148. Aidas is such a babygirl character. Even with all of this on the line he is like “choose each other, live” …. “Live, Manon, live”… I - damn I need a moment.

149. Omg no waaaaaaay Bryce is overcoming her hatred of the Fae! Who would have thought?! Took you long fucking enough but like finally Bryce, a win! A win! Omg

150. RUUUUUHN OH MY GOD WITH THE STARSWORD OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKIN GOD THAT IS MY MAN! THAT! IS! MY! MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

151. THE MAN THAT YOU ARE RUHN DANAAN CROWN PRINCE OF THE VALBARAN FAE (iykyk)

152. You are going to live, Ruhn, and you are going to live fucking well without him.

153. DAMN FUCKING JESUS CHRIST BRYCE. Okay no. i have to give credit where credit is due and her “for the moment, I’m queen. I’m judge, jury… and I’m your motherfucking executioner” ATEEEEEEEEEEEEE YES GO BRYCE!!! NOW WE ARE FUCKING COOKING! OWN UP TO YOU POWER AND THE RESPONSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH IT AND CHANGE THE WORLD FOR THE BETTER! GO BRYCE! JUEPUTAAAAAAA SE PRENDIO ESTA GONORREA.

154. avallen truly said

155. Man what a chapter for Bryce… what a chapter.

156. Hunt Athalar🫵🏼 you 🫵🏼 remain The MOST PERFECT MAN ✨🫶🏼 I AM NEVER NOT IN AWE OF YOU 🫵🏼 I LOVE YOU 🫵🏼🫵🏼

157. Gotta love that Helena tied the last of her mother’s power to the land. That is one solid little motif I will always love.

158. The asteri truly said: lol you freed an island, that’s cute *drops bombs on their own fucking subjects *. YOU CAN’T SEE A BAD BITCH (team fuck you forever) THRIVE

159. ithan being like how will we get in with Morven… BOY! Do I have a surprise for you.

160. Gotta give it SJM, she truly delivered the most coherent character ever in Fury. A bitch (affectionate) said “I’m taking my gf and we’re dipping” and she was never heard of again.

161. Bryce apologising to Hunt now that she has faced a similar loss… okay growth.. I see you. Good of you to finally show up.

162. “I’ll get the mop and the bucket.” AND SHE CAN BRING THE VACUUM!!!!

163. Wait hold on is Bryce going back to Prythian to get the mask and use the army of the souls of everyone to fight the Asteri??? To see Connor fighting alongside his brother? Before he is gone to finally finally rest after the Asteri have been defeated? Because if this happens I will cry until I have drowned the world in my tears. CONNOR HOLSTROM I CARRY YOU WITH ME FOREVER! SAM CORTLAND I ALSO CARRY YOU WITH ME FOREVER! Different series but I just had to remind… the fictional character… that I love him…. Oh god this is why I’m single isn’t it?

164. I love Ithan but this whole Fendyr business is so pointless.. I mean probably hinting at the possibility of him getting a book… and this is the groundwork and blah blah blah…but I’m sure a more productive plotline could have been found for him. Like literally they are saving the world and Ithan is all… yes but I need to bring back this one person.

165. Ay :( the gang is separating again :(

166. I need to bend the rules of time and space again to give Ithan a kiss on the forehead and tell him he is good.

167. Baxian’s usefulness being determined by the fact that he was the one who got them the *checks notes* stables to sleep in ? Like JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA okay fair is fair.

168. Just because I haven’t said it in a while, but Lidia is such a fucking badass!

169. But also QUEEN BEHAVIOUR because she is now turning him on when they are in such a crowded place jajajajajajajajajajaj go off queen!

170. FLYNN JAJAJAJANAJANAN PLEASE DON’T FUCK RIGHT NEXT TO US JAJAJAJAJAJAJA YOU ARE VALID BESTIE.

THEY TOOK OUT RUHN’S LIP PIERCING?! THEY! TOOK! OUT! RUHN’S! LIP! PIERCING!!

SOMEONE HOLD ME. SOMEONE HOLD ME RIGHT NOW. I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THE RULES OF TIME AND SPACE AN REALITY AND MAKE THEM PAY

MAKE THEM PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY