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arkhamknightz · 3 months

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SUNDAY, MONDAY OR ALWAYS

pair : major john 'bucky' egan x fem!reader

summary: you hate bucky egan– could a song drunkenly sang at a pub change that? based off this ask

warnings: drunk bucky, language ig?, bad writing

notes: masters of the air has completely taken over my life.. also on that note this fic may be awful while im trying to figure out how to write for this series but its okay because theyre pretty men in uniforms ! also i changed the song from blue skies to fit the fic better :) i dont know about timeline so if the song wasnt written before this scene was supposed to take place then ignore that 🙏🏽

The pub was loud, soldiers spread all across the room. In a sea full of people, Bucky could only notice as you stood against the wall with a drink in your hand. He started to walk towards you, as soon as his eyes met yours, you looked away and rolled them– taking another sip of your drink.

"Oh c'mon! I was barely even halfway here and you're already rolling those pretty eyes of yours?" His voice got closer, before he stood against the wall right next to you. "May I help you Major? Or are you just here to bother me again." Annoyance was laced through your words, eyes scanning the room for Buck.

"C'mon sweetheart you know its Bucky!" He smiled at you before you looked up at him. "Well Major, its always a pleasure talking to you." She spat sarcastically before making her way over to the bar, a small pout gracing Bucky's face.

He watched as another soldier sparked a conversation with you, watching as you give him a polite smile. He stared for a moment before feeling a pat on his back, Buck coming into view. "What'd you even do to piss her off this time?"

Bucky scoffed. "Nothing! Why do you always assume I did something?" Buck stayed silent for a moment, staring at him with an eyebrow raised. "Do you really want me to awnser that?" Bucky stayed silent, a small chuckle leaving Cleven.

"Just give it up for the night, we both know she isn't gonna budge." Bucky sighed. "I didn't even get to try before she walked away!" Another laugh left Buck, smiling at his friend as he spoke. "Gotta take the hint- go get another drink, you look like you need it."

He in fact, did not need it. Half an hour later Bucky made his way over to where Buck and a few guys from the 100th were sitting. He was clearly drunk, slightly stumbling before plopping down in the chair, tapping his foot against the floor as music played.

He looked over at Buck, a grin on his face. "You know what this is missing?" Without even turning, Buck replied. "Nothing" "Vocals!... I'm gonna sing" As soon as Bucky tried to stand up, Buck's hand pulled him back.

Bucky pouted for a moment before leaning over. "Jack! Should I sing?" Jack shook his head, a quick 'no' leaving his lips. Bucky leaned back disappointedly, before turning over again to another member of the 100th. "Should I sing?" "No"

He leaned back in his chair again, fixing his hair as he stared at the musicans. "Alright, you're right... you're right." He sat back for a moment, biting his lip and tapping his hand before shooting out of his seat. Dancing over to the middle of the room before turning to Buck.

"It's my song!" Buck shook his head, watching as his friend grabbed the mic. As he was about to start singing, he saw your eyebrows furrowed as you both made eye contact before sitting next to Buck.

"What's he doing up there?" You asked. Buck sighed, "He said he was gonna sing." Your face turned into a grimace, a big smile on Bucky's face before he started singing, making eye contact as he started.

"Oh, won't you tell me when, we will meet again! Sunday, Monday or always" He was loud, a big smile still on his face as he sang. You sat back and watched, a small smile starting to grow on your face as a small laugh made its way out of you.

There was no possible way he knew the song was a favorite of yours, but there was something nice about the sight of him singing up there- even if it wasnt objectively the best thing you've ever heard. Bucky watched as a small smile appeared on your face, growing more estatic as he sang.

"If you're satisfied, I'll be at your side! Sunday, Monday or always— No need to tell me now, What makes the world go 'round!" Bucky made his way closer to your direction, clearly making eye contact as he continued. "When at the sight of you, my heart begins to pound and pound! and what am I to do?"

A small blush started to appear on your face, trying to bite back a smile as you shook your head, a laugh leaving your chest as he danced around, shaking your head 'no' as he motioned for you to come up. He finished the verse, grabbing your hand and pulling you up onto the dancefloor, mic held up to his mouth. "Can't I be with you, Sunday, Monday or always."

You laughed as he put the mic back on the stand, spinning you around. He smiled down at you as he pulled you close, speaking softly, but loud enough for you to hear. "If I knew I could get you to stop glaring at me everytime I talked to you by serenading you in a bar I would've done this ages ago."

You shook your head, holding back a smile, dancing with him as the music continued. "Don't get cocky with me, this is a... a one time thing-" You couldn't ignore how his face fell for a moment, before being replaced by a smile. "Why do you hate me so much anyways?"

She shook her head. "I don't exactly hate you- I just didn't like your approach the first few times we tried talking." Bucky smiled softly, "And now? What's the verdict sweetheart?" You paused, feet no longer moving to the music. "Hmm... ask me in a few more days and i'll give you an awnser."

She walked away, Bucky sighing in disappointment. He walked back over to Buck before hearing you call him over. "I'm going back to the bar to get a soda, you coming or not?" Bucky looked wide eyed at Buck before smiling and jogging over to you.

Maybe he would finally get his shot.

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adventuringblind · 10 months

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Nerospicy has never been so cute

Oscar Piastri x Nerodivergent!reader

Genre: fluff... angst if you squint.

Request: nope but they are open! Max, Charles, Oscar, Lando, George, Daniel and Pierre are on the list. Also open for poly fics if anyone is interested.

Summary: just cute fluff between Oscar and his autistic coded partner

Warnings: idk people who can't mind their own business IG

Notes: This is self-indulgent, and I do not care. I just wanna feel supported, okay? T_T

Also, I've sent up my account to let tips be enabled. I was debating whether or not to say this because i dont want to sound like im begging, but frankly, people opinions do not matter me me. If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider tipping my posts or my blog. I put a lot of effort into my writing, and it would mean the world to me. Obviously, I won't have my feeling hurt if you ignor this but I wanted to put it out there.

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You weren't sure if you'd ever fit in with people. Something about you always felt different from others.

Maybe it was that you didn't understand their antics. Their jokes weren't funny to you, or you didn't understand them. They seemed you as sensitive, but you're really just incredibly empathic.

You were interested in things that they weren't. You hated certain foods, textures, and feeling in general.

Then somtimes it all became too much. Alone in a dark room with headphones in. Attempting to soothe yourself from the overwhelming feelings running through your mind and body.

Your friends wanted to go out of a Friday night. Previously, you were feeling alright and decided to go with. Instantly regretting your decision as soon as you walked into the door of the club.

It was here that you met Oscar.

He didn't really want to be here. He'd given into the pleas of his friends who didn't want to go without him. He liked people and going out to have fun, but he wasn't in the mood right now.

He noticed you sitting at the bar nursing a drink. You looked like you wouldn't bother him, and the bar was already crowded, so he sat down on the stool next to yours.

You briefly looked over at him. Finding your drink to be more entertaining than the male next to you.

You were getting more overwhelmed by the second. The discreetly hidden earbuds only help so much. The vibration of the bass and the lights combined made you want to puke. You wanted to get out of there, but your body was ever so slowly shutting down.

Oscar noticed how your body was shrinking into itself. He didn't want to stare, but it was obvious you were in distress.

"Are you alright?" Asked the Australian.

You didn't look up at him, and words became too difficult, so you settled for shaking your head no.

Oscar thought about it for a minute. "Do you want to get out of here? I'm not in the mood to party, and you don't seem like you are either." He grimaced at how awkward he felt like he sounded. "I promise I'm not a serial killer or something." He laughed but it was more at himself then anything.

Eager to leave, regardless of who the man was, you stood up and made your way towards the door. You didn't have a tab, just water in your glass to make you feel like you belonged.

Once outside the door, you breathe a sigh of relief. Less people, less vibration, and less light.

You wanted to cry, though. Your body still feeling everything.

"Do you need anything? A ride home even? I probably seem like suck a creep right now." Oscar rubs his temples.

For the first time, you fully examine the male. Shocked to see kind features and gentle eyes. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans.

"Thank you." You managed. Not wanting him to feel like a weirdo any longer.

He paused and looked up at you. Wanting to find your eyes but noticing your eyes did not want to find his. "I'm Oscar, by the way." He reached out his hand for you to shake.

Which you did hesitantly. "I'm Y/N."

You had explained to Oscar that you didn't live close to here. Over an hour away at best. You'd been exploring the town with friends earlier in the day when they decided to end the night at the club.

He offered you a stay at his apartment for the night and then he could take you home in the morning.

"Actually, can I take you on a date first?" He'd found you intriguing and beautiful, and he didn't want this to be for one night.

You were nervous, to say the least, but when he offered to take you anywhere you wanted to go, the deal seemed appealing. Furthermore, there was a music store you wanted to look at that your friends had passed by. So when he offered, you pointed him in the direction.

"Can I ask you something?" His eyes never left the rode, and you were grateful for it. It helped the conversation flow easier for you.

"Sure." You shrugged.

"Why are you wearing earbuds?"

Oh. You dreaded this. Talking about the way your body and mind work had yet to end well.

Your hesitancy did not do unnoticed, so Oscar quickly followed up with "you don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable."

"Well, it's just that- loud noise makes me overwhelmed, and things like headphones help drown it out." You fumbled.

"Oh I use those at work too sometimes cause it can get loud."

He seemed so natural saying it. His calm demeanor helping you to read him a bit better.

He then proceeded to tell you about his job and ask questions about you. He was very clear when he spoke. Eventually helping you to wind down.

This guy you just met was taking you on a date. Was it a good idea to out yourself? Probably not, but if you didn't care for people opinions much. "I'm autistic."

"I was wondering that but didn't want to ask. I had a friend in school that was, and in some ways, you seem similar to him." He hit his head on the steering wheel. "I'm not trying to stereotype. I'm sorry that probably sounded rude."

You laughed at him. His response was one of the best you'd been given. "It's alright, it's actually kind of cool that you picked up on it."

When you arrived it the music store it was ten minutes to close. The records lined the walls, and boxes of CDs were packed to the brim. Not many people use them nowadays, but it felt comfortable in the little store.

You and Oscar browsed the music and talked about the different kinds of music you like. It felt natural. Even when you knew you were info-dumping, he just listened intently and asked questions about your interest.

Soon enough, the shopkeeper asked you both to leave. You waved a thank you and slid back into Oscar's car.

"Thank you for indulging me. I really enjoyed this." You were shocked to hear that come from him. Mainly because you felt like you talked his ear off.

The drive to his apartment was quiet, but not the awkward kind.

He opened the door for you when you arrived. His apartment was comfortable. It's not super empty or overly decorated. It's just comfortable.

"Right, so you can borrow some of my clothes for tonight and take the room, and I'll take the couch." He didn't even give you a chance to protest as he sped off to gether the essentials.

You two didn't do much sleeping that night. Wasting away the time. The clock moving two fast for your liking. You two spent hours conversing and laughing with each other.

Somewhere along the line, Oscar passed out on the couch, and you had made your way to his room like he said to.

You two exchanged numbers when it was finally time for you to leave his car. He promised to stay in contact with you.

A promise he followed through on. It didn't take long til you were following him around to races.

You were mostly watched from the quiet places in the McLaren paddock. Sometimes, it even curled up in Oscar's driver room. He didn't mind, though, making it a small game you played between the two of you.

You and Lando got along nicely as well. Oscar only getting frustrated when it comes to both of you and your eating habits.

You were manageable, but Lando was just ridiculous in his eyes.

You didn't actively say your autistic but definitely explained why you are the way you are. Eventually, people came to their own conclusions. The gossip pages included.

You didn't really understand the criticism at first. People had always misjudged and misunderstood. But when they started nitpicking your every move, it became annoying.

The names didn't bother you. It was them saying Oscar deserved someone who wasn't as weird.

It followed you everywhere. These labels that the media had given you.

You were happy with Oscar. He treated you so well, and you were doing your best to support him. You two created your own small routines that you enjoyed.

You couldn't even walk through the paddock without journalists trying to question you. The physical souch of their bodies and shouting so they could be heard sending your body into overdrive. You liked the environment of racing, but this was over your limit.

You were so glad you texted Oscar you had arrived. Him responding that he was already on his way to you.

He noticed the journalists first, then you at the center of attention. Your hands in your hair and your breathing rapid. You looked like you might scream.

His legs moved faster than his mind as he put himself in between you and anyone else. Very gently, placing a hand on your shoulder to try and guide you away.

You did end up screaming. Your body needing to release all the pent-up emotions you'd been wanting to release earlier. Thankfully, it was somewhere private and muffled by Oscar's jacket.

You didn't want the so close like that. They were too much. They questions they asked were incredibly invasive. Some even going as far as to ask about intimate things.

You managed to explain to Oscar what happened. His listening intently, watching you play with his fingers in the pattern your head had come up with.

"I'm sorry. I'm not trying to make things hard for you."

Oscar smiled and simply shook his head. "You aren't making things difficult, and on the contrary, you and your nerodivergent brain have never looked so cute."

"I just got done screaming and trying to self-soothe."

"It doesn't matter. You still look absolutely adorable." He kissed the top of your head, hoping to convey what he was feeling without words.

Am hour later, Oscar had posted to his socials about you. A letter to anyone who wants to form an opinion.

"Leave my girlfriend be. Neither of us likes having our personal lives invaded. You like to assume things but don't have all the facts. I love her very much, and that should be all that matters."

As you read it and looked at Oscar, who was giving you a goofy smile for being proud of what he'd just done. You realized just how much he loved you. Despite your labels, he saw past them and loved you for you.

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wannabelife · 1 month

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I love your blog 🙈 I rb from my sideblog @mykpopficblog and I will take anything and everything you have about svt x actress!reader. it's my faaavorite au. i just love the idea of a beautiful entertainment couple.

ofc :D that's a new setting for me, so i'll try my best to make it good

SVT MEMBERS X ACTRESS READER – HEADCANONS

how it would be dating seventeen as an actress

- i dont think he'd like to expose too much, probably would answer questions with just yes or no, because he knows the media and wants to protect you both and the relationship. it'd be easy to catch him staring lovingly at you at public appearance tho, being a point always commented online.

seungcheol

jeonghan

- would loveeeee to tease you, would mention you on interviews just to make a teasy comment. paparazzi pictures of you both laughing and joking around in public would be all over internet, or him annoying you, and people would reply with "couple goals" and such things.

joshua

- a gentleman wbk! open the car door for you when you're arriving in public events, hold your hand to help you pass through the crowd, red carpet pictures together and would leave for solo pictures of you because he thinks you're the most beautiful and would be a waste to have him in the pic.

jun

- i think he would choose to be secretive, once in a while, appear a picture of you both out together, and people always comment in your outfits and style. he would definitely mention you in interviews but without saying directly your name, because he just cant help, you're a big part of his life.

hoshi

- MATCHING CLOTHES!!!!! you always choose matching outfits when you go out in public and its always flawless; or you get each others pieces borrowed and people would notice it. fashion is a big part of your public appearance. clothes and also other matching itens like jewelry, polaroids and so on.

wonwoo

- another one who would get secretive about it, his face wont hide tho when you're mentioned. and that's why, you're like his weak spot, he gets all shy and excited when talking about you so he prefers to make it behind doors. not many paparazzi pictures, but nice ig fancy posts of your dates.

woozi

- are you dating or are you not? is it just rumors? people are curious about your relationship!!! there are public articles and speculations, only pictures of you together but with other friends or of you sneaking to his studio. people are quite sure but they just cant tell. you both choose to be like this, you're not hiding but prefer not to make it as public.

mingyu

- you really inspire him, he had had tried acting before, and you just keep making him want to try it more. he'd love it if one day you two get to act in a movie or drama together and always voice out his interest in interviews, saying how much he can learn from you and how talented you are.

dokyeom

- he's an actor too so it'd be a common scene of you two playing around on little sketchs. he also likes to help you rehearsal your scenes and learn your lines. he's very passionate about your work, makes you confident.

minghao

- likes to tease you about being jealous, a bit sulky and cocky but just for the fun of bothering you. he'd love to walk around holding your hands and the public chaos it'd cause, he just loves that everybody knows you're his. also, post pics of you or of you both together on social media.

seungkwan

- seungkwan is charismatic and known in different entertainment fields, so i sense this tom holland and zendaya type of public relationship. he wouldn't be afraid to praise you in his solo interviews and talk stories about your life together, this type of thing, you know what i mean?

vernon

- you're fucking biggest fan!!! he's known to be a fan of movies already, would watch every single work of yours, and mention it as one of his favorites in any given interview moment. most public appearances are on your premieres that he loves so much to go.

dino

- the type to get a bit jealous and insecure when you have to act as a couple with someone else, but he doesn't want to show it. he's very protective over you, loves to claim you at any given chance and talk about funny anotes of you two.

#wannabelife inbox #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt ff #seventeen fanfic #svt scenarios #yn #actress reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines

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