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casual

partially based on casual by chappell roan and a lil bit of sad personal experience hehe

word count: 2k

content warnings: angst (no happy ending), references to smut, alcohol, harry being a douche, not ramadan friendly

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. . .

From: H (12:47 a.m.)

Come over?

To: H (12:50 a.m.)

Give me 15

From: H (12:52 a.m.)

. . .

It’s not unusual for her nights to look like this. Or her early mornings, rather.

It wasn’t always this way. When she first met Harry, she wanted nothing to do with him romantically or intimately. She’d heard about his reputation — it wasn’t anything bad as long as you were looking for the same thing. He was an expert in bed and the friends that slept with him always provided rave reviews. Ever excited rumblings of, “oh my God, he’s so caring! He made me finish twice before he even took his cock out” and “he’s the perfect one night stand — seriously, I’ve never had anyone better.”

But Y/N didn’t care for that.

She was a serial monogamous, always bumping around from one lengthy relationship to the next. In hindsight, she supposes she wasn’t any better than Harry, who earned his notoriety from a series — a long series — of casual hookups.

If you needed a rebound, you went to Harry.

If you were going through a dry spell, you went to Harry.

If you were just horny and needed someone to go home with at the end of the night (and he hadn’t miraculously already found somebody else yet), you went to Harry.

And Y/N never planned to sleep with him. Ever, really. He was a fine friend, someone who mixed well with their mutual friends, but they hardly exchanged conversation except for the occasional nicetie. She had his phone number from when he planned Rachel’s surprise birthday party last year and they were friends on Venmo, passing back the same $20 every month for drinks or a shared Uber.

That was the extent of their friendship.

Until a few months back, when Y/N was down in the dumps. She’d been seeing this girl, Samantha, for a month or two, assuming that they were headed straight towards a happy, exclusive relationship — only to discover that Samantha was sleeping with and seeing just about 10 other people on the side. And it only came out because Samantha happened to contract chlamydia from one of her sexual partners, so she’d been forced to tell Y/N for the sake of her health.

Y/N's friends, Rachel, Maeve, and Len gave her time to wallow. They offered it to her on a silver platter, even, offering multiple girls nights out (and in), providing Y/N all the space she needed to cry and complain and talk about how hurt she felt.

But then… a week of moping turned into two, which turned into three, which eventually turned into a month and a half. Her friends were exhausted from watching her spiral into sadness, so they did the only thing they knew: They sat her down and told her she needed to rebound. Fast.

“And who the hell am I supposed to rebound with?” Y/N asked through a sniffle. The only thing that made this whole thing worse was her friends staging an intervention for her because she was being annoyingly sad about her not-really-breakup-but-felt-like-a-breakup. “See, that’s the best part of being friends with a man whore,” Maeve replied eagerly. Len and Rachel sat on either side of her with bright eyes, nodding excitedly. “Harry! He already said he’s down and everything!” “Wait— you already asked him?” “We just put the idea in his head. Don’t worry, men are stupid,” Len quickly waved her off, “But he’s going out with everyone tonight. We’ll feed you a few shots to get you just buzzy enough, and then send you off to your night in heaven. You won’t even remember that girl’s name by the time Harry’s done with you!” Y/N cringed. “Hasn’t, like… everyone slept with him though?” Maeve shrugged. “Yeah, but he’s clean. He gets regular testing and uses condoms. Really, Y/N, it’s sort of a rite of passage at this point. But you should do it only if you’re comfortable— don’t let us force you into it.” Y/N swallowed tightly. She had to admit, the thought of a rebound sounded… appealing. She’d swiped through dating apps looking for one, but she was too scared that a one night stand would end in her bloody murder. And it helped that Harry already knew what he was doing, and— wait, was she crazy or was she actually starting to consider this? “Alright, fine,” she replied with a shaky exhale, “Let’s do this.”

That was four months ago.

And what was supposed to be an evening of stupid, lusty, casual sex turned into Y/N falling hard. It wasn’t her fault, though — no, not when he panted breathy promises into her mouth in the back of the Uber, mumblings of “just tonight, you know that, right?”. She’d replied just how she’d rehearsed it in her brain hours prior: “yes, yeah, I know— just tonight. Just for tonight.”

"Just for tonight" shifted into Harry asking her to stay until the morning for breakfast and shower sex. Then, the following weekend, he texted her the ever classy you still awake? at just past midnight. She was indeed up, doing nothing but rotting on her couch and watching a documentary about the deep sea — and her hookup with Harry had been good, really good, and she wasn’t going to turn down another night of orgasms.

As he wrapped a condom around his dick and pressed messy kisses down her neck, he whispered the same hurried sentiments from the weekend before: “didn’t see anyone I wanted tonight and we were good, yeah? It was good. So just… just one more night, okay? That’s fine, right?”

Foolishly, with flittering eyelashes and her nails scraping down her back as he pushed inside, she nodded and echoed his words. Just one more night, that’s fine.

It didn’t take long for their friends to catch on when Harry would leave the bar an hour early without looking for someone to take home. Or, when they’d both be out and, like magnets slowly being pulled towards one another, they’d end up kissing on the street as they waited for an Uber to take them back to Harry’s place.

The guys hounded Harry about it, asking if Y/N was finally the one to tie him down.

“Nah,” he’d reply with a shake of his head, “She’s a good girl. Too good for me.”

When Y/N’s friends demanded to know every last detail, she shrugged.

"I'm not really sure. It's... good, I think."

They only responded with small, tight smiles.

. . .

“Your mom texted me today. She invited us to come see them this weekend.”

Harry doesn’t reply — or rather, he makes an unassuming humming noise — as he gets out of Y/N’s bed, untangling his naked form from her sheets. He hunts down his briefs and pulls them on before stretching his arms out.

“Did you eat dinner?” he asks, grabbing her tee-shirt off the floor and tossing it to her. She sits up, tightening the sheet around her chest. She shakes her head as she clutches the fabric of her shirt in her hands and watches him scroll on his phone.

“No. I thought we could get something.”

Harry hums again, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. Swallowing, Y/N puts her shirt back on. She’s not sure why, but she always feels oddly vulnerable once they’ve finished hooking up. When she’s still naked and he’s already moved onto the next thing, like having plans with the guys or taking a shower before he heads home. She'd even purchased his favorite body wash and shampoo when he started sticking around a bit longer, but he'd never even mentioned it or uttered a thank you.

“Yeah, maybe,” he finally replies. He locks his phone and places it back on the ledge of the TV stand in her bedroom. The simple act makes her heart jump — usually, he’ll stuff his phone in his pocket as he’s leaving. Maybe he was planning on staying the night. “So listen, I know I took you to dinner at my parents’ place that one time, but I don’t really feel comfortable with you talking to my mom.”

Y/N furrows her brows in confusion. “She texted me, H. I don’t, like, regularly reach out to her.”

“Right, but it just makes this whole thing feel way more serious than it is.” he says, sitting back down on the bed. He maintains a steady distance between them and it makes a small lump form in Y/N’s throat.

“Okay,” she murmurs slowly, “That’s fine, I get it. But… we never really talked about what this is.”

Harry glances up with wide, confused eyes. “We’ve said it a million times, Y/N. This is casual. Completely and totally casual sex.”

An ugly, involuntary chortle leaves her chest. He raises his eyebrows.

“We’ve been fucking for four months. That’s not really casual.”

“Yes, it is. It’s friends with benefits.”

“Sure, maybe, but that’s if you explicitly outline that you’re just having sex. No feelings involved.”

“We did that.”

“When?”

“At the beginning,” Harry responds. He seems frustrated now, but it feels as though he’s recalling a memory that Y/N was never even around for. “Remember? I told you, it was all just for tonight type shit. Nothing real.”

“Then why the fuck did you take me to your parents’ house two months ago?” Y/N demands, anger rising in her chest, “And why am I your date to all of your stupid, boring work events? And why the hell are you at my house like four times a week, and why do you have a drawer full of my clothes at your place?”

“Y/N—”

“This isn’t fucking casual, Harry. This is dating. You’re dating me and you don't even realize it.”

“I would know if I was dating you, but I never asked you to be my girlfriend. I don’t want a girlfriend, you know that.”

She groans and shakes her head, ignoring the way her jaw already aches from clenching it so hard. She grabs a clear pair of underwear from her drawer and quickly slips them on. Harry’s silent the entire time.

Suddenly, she whips around and faces him. “Have you been fucking other people?”

A wrinkle forms between his brows. He shakes his head.

“No. I wouldn’t do that, and it’s unsafe.”

“Right,” she murmurs, placing her hands on her hips, “So piece it together, Harry. Neither of us are sleeping with other people. We’re exclusively seeing one another.”

“You’re just making this out to be way more of a thing than it is—”

“Oh, fuck off!” she exclaims, “You have a key to my house! That’s pretty serious!”

“I didn’t ask you for that!” he fires back as he stands up from the bed. They’re in a stand-off now, staring at one another with angry eyes. She snorts and shakes her head in disbelief.

“My friends were so fucking right about you. You’re such an asshole. You know Maeve called me a loser for thinking you were a good guy?”

Harry rolls his eyes as he grabs his phone and sweater, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

They don’t exchange any other words as he leaves her room. She sits back down on the edge of the mattress, listening as he stuffs his feet in his sneakers and slams the front door shut. She doesn’t even notice that tears are lining her eyes and falling onto the apples of her cheeks.

. . .

It’s barely 48 hours later when Y/N’s watching a YouTube video as she stands in the bathroom, doing her nighttime routine.

Like four months prior, when she hoped Harry would be a good rebound for her heartbreak, she's been moping around in self-hatred and sadness. She's in awe of how cruel and oblivious he's being, but more than that, she can't believe she actually believed he had real feelings for her. Ones that extended beyond sex.

She’s brushing her teeth when she notices a text notification come down, redirecting her attention from the influencer vlog to read the name of the sender. She taps on it to see a familiar initial.

From: H (10:32 p.m.)

Sorry for what I said. Can I come over?

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helen-with-an-a · 2 months

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I am an Adult pt 3

Hi. So I wasn't planning to do a part 3 of the series but I got a request and it was really cute/funny so I thought why not ahaha.

Barca Femeni x Reader ; Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4 : Part 5

Word Count: 3.3k

Description: R gets a girlfriend

It took a lot of work to find the right balance. The give and take, knowing where to push and where to pull. That fine line between knowing when to go to the team for help and doing it yourself.

After the events of last Spring, you had been better at relying on the girls for essential things, and they had been better at asking you about them without nagging. You sent a picture of critical legal dates to Alexia, who would set a reminder to ask you about them a week or so before the actual deadline. Lucy helped you figure out meals if you asked for them. Irene helped you stock and restock your pantry and cupboards throughout your house when you were stuck on what to keep multiple or spares of. Marta helped out with your schedule if you felt a little overwhelmed. They felt like they were checking up on you and helping you without you feeling smothered. It was fantastic.

And then you got a girlfriend.

Initially, Your crush was slight, something you could repress and squash down. But then you played her in the Champions League group stages. Wolfsburg and Barcelona were drawn in the same group by some bizarre coincidence or the universe interfering in your love life.

Lena was so sweet and kind; it was crazy. You first interacted when you had to do some media together. UEFA media decided to do ‘head-to-head’ videos where some players from each team had to do videos, interviews, and challenges together. And with another stroke of luck – or divine intervention once again – you and Lena were paired together. You were caught off guard by how gentle she was. On the pitch, she was a force to be reckoned with solid tackles and her fearlessness of a yellow card. That was the only impression you had of her. Of course, you had stalked her social media for months, so you knew she seemed like a fantastic friend. But off the pitch, it was like a switch had flipped. She was so soft, it was unreal – always asking if you were ok with the questions she was asking and checking in with you after challenges. It was making your head spin in the most fantastic way.

“What do I do?” You asked Ona over coffee. She was the one person you trusted with this secret.

“Well, well, well. Where has the confident, cocky, ‘I’m so good with girls’ Y/N gone?” She joked. You had never experienced these feelings before, and you were panicking slightly.

“Ugh, never mind. If you’re just going to make fun of me-” you shook your head, starting to gather your things.

“No, wait, hey, c’mon. Do you seriously like her?” Ona grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

“I … I don’t know. I think so, but I don’t do relationships. I never have. It’s just been one-night stands and friends-with-benefit type things. Casual sex. Never anything more. I don’t do more.”

“Well, neither do I,” Ona cut in. You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Want me to tell that to Lucy?” You said sarcastically, chuckling at her deep blush. “Ona, c’mon, I’m serious. I really like her,” you all but begged.

“Ok, ok. No hay necesidad de preocuparse. If you really like her, just ask her out for coffee, or dinner, or to the movies, or something. Just be your normal self. You know you have game. I’ve seen the number of girls you’ve brought back after nights out. So just be your charming self, flirt a little, and ask her on a date.” You nodded at her words. Flirting, you could do. Charming, you could do. Asking her out on a date … you hoped you could do.

You asked her out after the first leg. It was in Barcelona, so you messaged her to see if she wanted to see the sights. You knew she wasn’t going home until 2 days after the match, so on her off-day. You knew it was slightly unconventional to ask someone out via text, but you think you might never do it if you asked in person.

[Initial]💙❤️: Do u want to go to see some stuff in Barcelona with me on ur day off?? x

L💚: By rselves? Like a date???

[Initial]💙❤️: Yes x

[Initial]💙❤️: Would u like to go on a date with me on ur day off??

L💚: Yes

L💚: I’ll send you the hotel details. I could meet u at like 10? 11?

[Initial]💙❤️: I’ll pick u up at 10 outside the hotel – wear comfy shoes!!! <3

L💚: Can’t wait 😁

The day was beautiful; you took her to a little bakery for breakfast – laughing a few hours away over good coffee and excellent food. You then spent the morning doing the touristy things before having lunch at a tapas place, again not noticing the time passing as you giggled and sent longing stares at each other. The afternoon was filled with more happiness as you showed her the quieter spots and your favourite places to relax. Dinner was a classic paella, finally drawing up the courage to hold her hand on your way back to drop her off.

You were just around the corner from her hotel when you pulled her to stop.

“Um … I had a perfect day today.” You said as you shuffled closer,

“Me too,” she replied, softly pushing some hair away from your face. You licked your lips, staring at hers. She slowly leant in, her eyes flicking between your lips and eyes. You leant in, too; you were so close to kissing her – one slight adjustment at you would be.

A car horn sounded right next to you, making you both spring apart. Fuck!

“I … um … I better get going,” Lena said, gesturing towards the hotel. You could tell she was a little disappointed

“Yeh, no, I get it. Just … text me, yeh? Maybe you could show me around Wolfsburg when we travel to you guys?” you said nervously, not meeting her warm brown eyes.

“Hey,” she called softly, using her free hand to grasp your chin and make you look into her eyes. “I will absolutely be showing you around my home. We will definitely be doing this again,” she said with certainty. You felt your heart jump at the idea of a second date with Lena. She squeezed your hand before she left, looking back with a soft smile as she went.

[Initial]💙❤️: SPOTIFY LINK – One Direction, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’: https://www.spotify......

L💚: SPOTIFY LINK – Odeal, ‘Next Time’: https://www.spotify.......

After the second leg, Lena took you to a Christmas Market, saying that even though it was only November, you had to experience one. It was lovely. You laughed, ate too much food, and drank too much hot chocolate and mulled wine. As she took you back to your hotel, you came to a stop, much like you had in Barcelona.

“Can I actually kiss you this time?” You asked her.

“Bitte Küsse mich.” You didn’t speak German, but she clarified her intentions as she put a hand on your hip, shuffling closer until your breaths mingled. Her lips were soft and rough and warm and cold all at once. It was perfect. The world stopped spinning momentarily as you slowly let your tongue explore.

“Mein Gott” she said as you parted.

“Guess I’m going to need German lessons.” You laughed, pressing your lips back on hers.

“Don’t worry, I know a willing teacher,” she said as you separated again.

Your relationship was semi-secret; text exchanges left you giddy, hushed phone calls left you too-smiley, and facetimes were taken as you hurried from the rooms. Everyone could tell something was different, and most people could guess that it was probably down to a person; they just couldn’t figure out who.

“Alright, out with it. Who’s got you so smiley?” Patri asked as she sat on your sofa. You were having a younger girls' night—like you do most evenings. Patri, Pina, Esmee, Ona, Jana, Martina, Vicky, Bruna, Cata … it was a bit of a squeeze in your one-bedroom flat, but you made it work.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said as you smiled into your glass.

“Oh, please. You’ve been smiling away, laughing, and being disgustingly cute. Who is it?” Jana swatted your thigh at your non-answer.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you stuck your tongue out at her.

“Don’t make us do detective work!” Martina threatened, pulling up her phone and going onto your social media.

“It’s recent, so check who she’s recently started following,” Vicky suggested. You were so grateful that you had been following Lena for years since you had played against her at club and national levels.

“It happened after the group stages,” Ona chimed in. You threw her an offended glare. You knew she wouldn’t actively spill your secret, but you had hoped she wouldn’t join in on the hunt for the identity of your girlfriend.

“You know something, Ona!” Pina accused, a finger coming to point at her. “You know who it is, don’t you?” They soon switched from interrogating you to Ona. Logically, it was the smartest move; Ona could crack very easily. It’s how you found out about Lucy – you had just narrowed your eyes at her for slightly too long, and she broke, spilling everything to you when she stayed the night a few months ago. You watched, somewhat amused, as Ona squirmed, avoiding eye contact, ducking her head, biting her lip. She was close to spilling everything. You knew she was terrified of telling secrets that weren’t hers, but she couldn’t help it.

“Alright, guys. Enough. Stop interrogating her.” You broke up the onslaught of questions, moving from your sofa seat to the chair she was curling up in. You could tell she was close to tears, and you didn’t want to do that to her – you knew she already felt guilty enough. You shuffled her around a bit before pulling her onto your lap.

“Right, you get 5 hints. If you can’t guess it from them, then I can’t help you. And no more asking Ona!” You glared at them all, ensuring they understood how serious you were. “Right, she’s German. She plays in Germany. She’s a midfielder. We’re similar ages. She’s made her senior international debut in 2019.” You watched as the group dissolved into loud discussion.

“Lo siento mucho. No querías que nadie lo supiera y ahora...” Ona hurried out, close to tears again.

“Hey, no, no, no. It’s ok, Oni,” you reassured her as you kissed her forehead. “No es tu culpa. I promise you. I do not blame you.” She nodded and buried her head back against your collarbone, watching the carnage in front of you. You quietly laughed to each other at the scene – Wikipedia was pulled up on everyone’s phones, the German national team website as well as they speculated on who you were seeing. You slowly pulled your phone out, quickly texting Lena.

[Initial]💙❤️: Like ½ my team are tryna guess my girlfriend rn x

[Initial]💙❤️: Do u mind if I say yes if they guess it right? x

L💚: ahahahahaha

L💚: No, I don’t mind. R u gonna tell them who I am if they get it wrong tho?

[Initial]💙❤️: Whichever u want x

[Initial]💙❤️: I don’t mind telling them x

[Initial]💙❤️: Would make it easier when I disappear to Germany for a few days and u suddenly turn up in my Barca jersey

[Initial]💙❤️: I want to tell them about u x

L💚: Tell em

L💚: Can I tell my team?

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg yesssss xxxxxxxxxxxx

L💚: also – I will never wear a barca jersey!!

L💚: Even if it does have ur name on the back 🤢

[Initial]💙❤️: ugh RUDE.

[Initial]💙❤️: But ud still be my WAG tho right? x

L💚: I’ll always be ur wag hehe

[Initial]💙❤️: so kind of u x

[Initial]💙❤️: I’ll always be ur wag too btw x

“Alright, alright. We have 2 possible answers.” Bruna turned around with a notebook in her hand. Where did they get that from? “Our first guess, we think, is less likely. Klara Bühl. She’s German, plays for Bayern, is a midfielder, and debuted in 2019. You’re similar in age. But we haven’t played Bayern in a while. So, how would you have met? So, we don’t think it’s her.” She paused, staring at your carefully crafted neutral expression. You met Klara once; she was lovely. She handed the notebook over to Cata. “Our final guess is one we think is pretty true,” Cata explained, adjusting herself to sit cross-legged before you. “We played Wolfsburg at the Champions League group stages, and you disappeared for the whole day the day after and came back all smiley. So, we have reason to believe it’s a Wolfsburg player.” You didn’t realise how seriously they were taking this. “But … most of the Wolfsburg team are German, but not all of them are German midfielders that debuted for the national team in 2019.” She paused dramatically. You knew she had figured it out. “That’s why our final guess is …” another final pause.

“Oberdorf,” Patri shouted out, clearly over Cata’s dramatics. “You’re dating Oberdorf.”

“Oi. Aquesta havia de ser la meva revelació” Cata lunged at Patri, loud shouts of Catalan descending on the house.

“D'acord, d'acord,” you shouted over the noise as you saw a wine bottle wobble precariously as someone knocked into the table. “Sí, Lena is my girlfriend.” You admitted. If you thought the noise was loud before, you were deafened by the cacophony that descended on you. You buried your head in Ona’s hair, laughing as your friends melted into chaos.

You knew that once the younger ones found out who your girlfriend was, it was only a matter of time before the older ones did. You hadn’t expected it to be the next day, however. You were in the changing rooms, chatting to Patri and Pina as you prepared for the session ahead of you. The door banged open, and you were met with an outraged Lucy. As she stalked towards you, you glanced at a very guilty-looking Ona.

“She looked at me.” Ona defended herself.

“Grow a backbone, Oni.” You shouted as Lucy dragged you from the room, remembering to add a nickname in so she knew you weren’t that mad at her.

You were dragged to an empty conference room. Alexia, Paños, Marta, Mariona, Caro, and Irene were already sitting on one side of the table. Lucy pushed you into the single seat opposite them and took her place next to Irene. You sat in silence for a full 3 minutes before anyone spoke.

“Is there something you want to tell us, cariño?” Alexia asked smoothly, folding her hands in front of her like she was conducting a business meeting.

“Ona needs to learn how to toughen up.” You weren’t too angry with Ona, but it slightly annoyed you that she had cracked so easily. You wanted to tell the older girls yourself to avoid this situation.

“Leave her out of it.” Lucy jumped in. You clicked your teeth at her, flicking your hand in her direction, dismissing her protest.

“You have a girlfriend,” Irene stated, bringing the conversation back on track.

“Ja, das tue ich,” you said, chuckling at their reaction to your German. They didn’t fully understand you but knew ‘yes’ in most languages. You could see Caro laughing slightly – she had played for Wolfsburg; she knew you were using your newfound language to irritate them.

“And you didn’t tell us?” Marta asked

“Ja, das ist richtig,” you smiled.

“Cut the crap, pequeña.” Paños hit the table, making you jump slightly.

“Bien. Si tanto quieres saber,” you snapped. “Yes, I have a girlfriend. I’m sure you already know who, but it’s Lena. I asked her out after our home Wolfsburg game. She asked me out after her home leg. We’ve been dating for a couple of months now. I really like her. Anything else you want to know?” You asked Alexia directly. You could see the internal battle – the desire to know everything about your new relationship with her promise to treat you more grown up.

“Everyone, out,” Alexia instructed after a minute, using her captain’s voice to show she was serious. “Cariño, please stay?” She asked. You nodded as the others left. Caro seemed to find this whole thing funny, but everyone else was grumbling and muttering about how they found it rude that you didn’t tell them and that you were too young for a girlfriend. “I thought we promised to tell each other things like adults?” She asked you.

“I know. The others only found out yesterday if it makes you feel any better. Ona’s known for a while, but only because I asked her for help.” You sat back in your chair, careful to leave your posture open.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” She seemed a little upset by your actions.

“I didn’t want this to happen. We’ve finally found a balance. And I knew that this would disrupt that balance. And it’s so new; I didn’t want to tell you guys until I knew what we were, and it’s only really been a few months. She asked me to be her girlfriend at New Year’s, so …” you trailed off, hoping that she understood where you were coming from.”

“Entenc. But cariño, why didn’t you tell me?” She asked again.

“I … I don’t know.” You did know. You knew exactly why you didn’t tell her. And she knew it, too. “Ok … well … I didn’t … I didn’t want you to treat me like a child again. Relationships are new to me. I can do the … physical …” you both cringed slightly, not entirely comfortable with those topics just yet, “side of relationships fine. But emotions. They’re new to me. And I wanted to figure it out for myself first. I went to Ona ‘cos she’s my best friend. One that needs to learn how to resist interrogation better, but she’s still my best friend.”

“Don't be too hard on her, pequeña. She meant well. And I get why you didn’t come to me first. But can I ask a few questions?” She watched as you left your seat, coming around to her side of the table, and sitting on her lap.

You sighed, “ask away.” She laughed as she squeezed your waist.

“Does she treat you well?”

“Sí,” you answered honestly.

“Do you treat her well?”

“I think so. I hope so.” You smiled at her concern for Lena

“Can we meet her?”

“As long as you guys don’t give her the talk, then yes.” She leant back to look at your face.

“Can I give her the talk?” You sighed.

“Sí,” you relented, not missing the flicker of excitement that passed over her face.

“When is she coming to Barcelona?”

“Our way game Èl Clasíco matches with a free weekend for her. She’s meeting me in Madrid.” You laughed as she pushed you off her lap, standing up and rushing to the door. “Where are you going?”

“To prepare my speech. Alba never let me do a charla de hermana mayor to her partners, so this might be my only chance.” You laughed at her enthusiasm. She indeed was like your big sister – annoying most of the time, infuriating some of the time, but just a big, goofy kid at heart looking out for everyone around her.

[Initial]💙❤️: U might wanna prepare urself now x

L💚: WHY???

L💚: WHAT DID U DO????

[Initial]💙❤️: Alexia knows

[Initial]💙❤️: She’s very excited to meet my girlfriend x

[Initial]💙❤️: She’s planning a speech x

L💚: I am dead

L💚: I am going to die

L💚: Will u still love me if I’m dead????

[Initial]💙❤️: She wont kill u

[Initial]💙❤️: I wont let her xxx

[Initial]💙❤️: Yes, I will still love u if ur dead xx

I hope you liked it <3<3<3

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something-about-sunflowers · 8 months

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Right. So. I really need people to get okay with people disliking or even hating Ed. Like. As soon as possible.

I have always maintained that people are allowed to feel however they want about Izzy but they need to show the fans the bare minimum of respect by keeping it out of the tags and off their posts and out of their askboxes, as well as not moralizing over the fact that we like the character that they hate.

I feel the same about Ed.

I say this as someone who does still love Ed and is happy to see where this season takes him when he gets his chance for growth past his destructive spiral. (Note: I did not say 'self' destructive, because while he is hurting himself, he is also hurting others and that should be acknowledged.)

Think of what it tells survivors of DV/IPV when they see you say things like 'I can't believe people are vilifying Ed over what he's doing to Izzy'. You don't even have to be a survivor to find discomfort with a character who is doing those things. Regardless of how the season in full treats his behavior, what we've been presented with so far has very obviously been compared to a DV/IPV situation. The crew staged an intervention and held sympathy when Izzy cried. Even someone who doesn't like Izzy might find it difficult to still love - or even like - Ed at this association.

All this aside. It literally doesn't matter why someone hates Ed. As long as they have the common decency to not put outright hate in the character tag or on other people's posts or askboxes and not moralize over people who do still like/love the character it's fine. Which I have not seen really anyone doing anyway. At least not with any frequency with which to warrant the amount of 'give fans of Ed some grace' or 'you shouldn't hate Ed he's literally so sad and has never done anything wrong' type posts I've seen since the s2e1 clip came out.

It really is frustrating that Izzy-antis have used all the right phrases in this type of discourse without actually holding to any sort of principle of common decency, because really: Someone hating your favorite character does not affect you. Pointing out the things they did wrong is not hate (though it should, ideally, still be tagged as '[character] critical' or some such similar term). Having a reason for reprehensible behavior does not excuse said behavior.

We do not need to close ranks around Ed the way the Canyon tends to with Izzy because there is no wide-scale attack on his character or the people who still like/love him. Yes, have some grace to his fans but let's not create an environment where people feel like they're not allowed to criticize the character at all, even untagged on their own accounts.

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 1 month

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Another OJV friendship that is my fav is Kenny and Kyle, I was wondering if you wanted to talk about them because I live for your Headcannons and tumblr extras 🤓

I ALSO live for the headcanons and tumblr extras and OK ORANGEJUICEVERSE KENNY AND KYLE LETS GOOOOOO!!!

So like, Kenny is EASILY styles closest friend other than each other. And OJV Ken is pretty much everyone’s go-to, like Stan running to him when he feels like he fucked up, Marj and Cartman knowing Kenny’s down with a scheme, but it’s a little different with Kyle.

Kyle is 100% the mom friend of the group. And the WHOLE REASON he’s like that with everybody is because growing up, he was the one to jump in as the voice of reason (especially when the Disaster Duo gets goin) and always took care of his people. And who needs taken care of the most? Kenny.

Kyle is CONSTANTLY scolding him for not taking care of himself, doing crazy shit, yes he’s amused by a lot of the antics, but when the logic takes the forefront, he’s all Sheila mode “DR PEPPER DOESNT COUNT AS WATER ESPECIALLY IF YOURE GOING TO A BLOOD DRIVE” “aw it’s fine Ky I got it covered” “no,” *throws a water bottle at him* “I’ve got YOU covered”

Kyle’s super supportive of Kenny’s career, too. That’s not only his bestie but also his metaphorical son. He is SO hyping up every new painting and sculpture, the first person Ken shows new work to bc not only is it gonna be a confidence boost, but Kyle will also have suggestions when he’s stuck.

Kenny, our darling chaotic comic relief friend who hides his own issues behind a grin and a joke and a guardian angel complex, is VERY protective of Kyle. Nearly as much as Stan is. OJV Kenny is a LITTLE GUY, even shorter than Kyle is, but he’s POWERFUL and has every creative solution to get the gang out of a bind, and he’s really friendly with everyone he meets, and people automatically open up to him. On top of that, he is REALLY good at reading people. Kenny’s super perceptive. He sees when someone in his found family has something going on, even before they say something. Ken was the first to be suspicious of what was going on with Ky in high school, brought it up to Stan, who said “I know dude. He’s stressed as shit but I don’t want to piss him off by telling him to relax”, like Kenny does people EXPERTLY; at 14 he knew it wasn’t his place to stage an ed intervention and knew he had to wait for Kyle to hit the point where he either hit rock bottom or came forward on his own.

On the note of Kenny’s emotional intelligence, I mean, come on. Artists in particular see creative solutions to problems, read the energy around us. And Kenny… oh my GOD that boy is a force to be reckoned with in strategy. Which is WHY he and Kyle are BANNED from teaming up in any game. They’re too powerful together. Poker? Fuckin forget about it those two are DESTROYING EVERYONE they are way too smart and between Kyle’s own abundant perceptiveness and Kenny’s people skills they’re not fucking around lmfao. I also find it extremely iconic that while both Ken and Stan are super smart, you put them together and they are sharing a singular brain cell, doing the dumbest shit, and Kyle is RIGHT THERE telling them off for it.

Kenny is so so incredibly thoughtful though too. He is absolutely the person you want to go to if you need a shoulder to cry on, and Kyle, who is the other person in the gang who gets relied on emotionally a lot, does go to him.

Thank u for the ask man live laugh love orange juice

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rinbowaman · 9 months

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Hiiii weird question but would heethan let y/n eat/lick his ass can u make a drabble or something of her asking him😭

you don’t have to answer it’s fine hehe love your work

Lol. Well….I’ll add my notes on the bottom but here’s a small Drabble of how that would go.

“Just a Taste….”

warnings: smut, butt licking, oral (male and female receiving) fingering…..

The internet is such a strange intervention that has done a lot for humanity. It had made you wonder how people were able to survive without it, considering that you could take someone with absolutely no knowledge in a specific profession, yet teach them the basics by having them watch a simple YouTube video. If you wanted to learn how to cook, learn a language, teach yourself how to sew, train your dog, or repair your dishwasher, all could be obtained within an hour of searching and exploring the web. Things like, getting tough stains out of clothes, fixing your phone, or……how to turn on your boyfriend by licking his rear end. Now, had you been taken back from when you first started college, before meeting and dating Heeseung, it’s safe to say that your mind wasn’t open to doing such lewd activities…at least that’s how would have thought of it, lewd.

Being with Heeseung has not only expanded your mind, his love and crazed obsession with you, along with his insatiable desire for you had turned you into a sex bomb. You may not have been bold enough to initiate it, but once he got started, and ordered you to do something at his bidding, you did it without any second thought. His love took your pretty, girl next door image, and once behind closed doors, transformed you into a vixen. Never had you thought you would find yourself open to ideas that would otherwise normally disgust you, such as savoring his rear end.

Tonight was just like any other night, with you and Heeseung cuddling up on his bed, watching Netflix. He sat with you in between his legs, cradling you while wearing sweatpants, and a tee-shirt, while you remained half naked with your boy short panties and simple cropped white tee, with no bra underneath. By the way his Adams Apple was slight bobbing up and down from his gulps, you could tell he was urging to get to you, but was being a bit subtle and reserved after you told him how sore you were. Yet it wouldn’t be much longer before he reached the stage where not even that excuse, would stop him.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“can I ask you something?”

“sure pretty baby.” He responds as he strokes your hair. “What’s up?”

“what if I told you I wanted to try….new things….?”

chuckling with a raised brow, he looks down at you. “Oh yeah? What do you in mind?” His hands begin to roam and massage your abdominal region, slipping under your shirt, and migrating over to your breasts.

“….what if I wanted to lick……like…..” you suddenly were at a loss for words. How do you go about asking for this?

shifting his sights as he kept his brow raised, he tilted his head to gesture for you to elaborate and continue with your request. “…..like?….” He scoffs out.

“I saw a video of a girl licking her boyfriends rear…..and…we’ll…she also gave him what’s called…I think it was called a Rim job…” you swallowed, turning your head out of embarrassment the moment you saw him shut his eyes, not out of frustration but you couldn’t deny the hint of disbelief and annoyance in his countenance.

“no.” He merely states deeply.

Before you could respond, you felt his hands turning you around her and perking your rear cheeks upwards as he presses down on your lower back, forcing an arch to form.

“What are you doing??” You asked nervously, feeling him pulling down your panties as you stuttered out your words.

“you’ll see.” He deeply scoffs out.

you shifted, trying to turn back over when suddenly you felt the warmth and smoothness of his tongue gliding over in between your slit, his nose pressing deep into your taint. Sticking his two fingers inside, he softly kisses your clit before moving up……toward an area that has been untouched.

“Ah! Stop! Not there!”

“yes there.”

“no! Wait!”

ignoring your words, he keeps his fingers inserted between your plush folds as he smooths his tongue over your anus, biting your cheek and sticking his thumb inside.

“sssssssstop…….” The sensation of being plugged in both holes has you slurring your words. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. “Mmm….ssssstop…..ppppleeease….”

“you don’t really want me to stop, do you?” He teases. Too proud to admit it verbally, you shook your head in hopes that he caught a glimpse of it….which he did.

shifting his body underneath, he pulls his sweatpants down and flings his lengthy member towards your cheek, smacking it repeatedly as you open your mouth and took it in. All the while, he continues to fiddle with your clit with his tongue, while his thumb continues to thrust in and out of your other hole. With his constant biting and sucking on your plump cheeks, your hips bucked up from the shocking sensation, causing him to swoop his hand over and around your thigh to hold you down as he continued on with his performance.

you should have known that Heeseung was far too dominant and unwilling to have you do anything of the sort to him. Aside from oral sex, the man had never allowed himself to be in a vulnerable state, yet the moment you proposed the question, you realized that by doing so, it triggered for him to get the idea to perform it on you, essentially backfiring. Although, you’re not sure if you’re mad at it, because the way he did it to you was so sexually satisfying, you’ could t get it off your mind. Maybe you should ask him about it again. Just for a little taste, knowing that he’d turn it all around and get a mouthful.

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so yeah lol. Heethan wouldn’t be down, he’s just not the type to be into that…at least not in the receiving end. But since you brought it up, he’ll gladly do it to you. How wonderful it was for you to introduce the idea so he can add that to the list of his favorite things to do to you. ;)

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 8 months

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okay legit question. and i'm eager to have this discussion. can you help me understand why you think that izzy scene was comedic? if it's purely based on those pathetic whimpers he made at the end of the scene, i'm honestly not convinced. god knows i've made pathetic noises like that when i've been genuinely upset about something. yeah that shit's awkward but isn't dismissing the noise as comedic sort of relying in the expectation that drama should be pretty?

and this ask wasn't meant to sound dismissive of your opinion btw, or defensive of izzy. (i love that weird and evil little freak for being a weird and evil little freak and thats all.) i'm just confused as to how that scene could be read that way.

Ok so lets start off with that in season 1 Izzy is not granted like even a shred of sympathy in any similar situation. We've seen this man cry before and when it happened Ed and Stede were making sex noises in the background and there was a jaunty little tune over it. Generally when writers and directors want us to be sympathetic to a character they build an emotional connection to that character and they just haven't done that for Izzy.

But moving onto the scene itself: This is the extended joke set up in season one of the disconnect of treating a pirate ship like workplace with HR. They're having like an intervention for Izzy and using the words "unhealthy relationship" and "toxic" to talk about toe chopping, which is excellent. I know the internet vernacular has kind of made these the go to words but you get how "toxic relationship unhealthy boundary setting" is not generally how television characters talk about stuff like this. Jim and Frenchie are out here using modern therapy words.

Then Archie starts talking about how much Rhino Horn Ed does which is incredible. they could have said he's doing weed, they could have said he's doing opium, they could have said he's doing a more modern drug, ofmd doesn't shy away from that, but instead they went with the most esoteric ye olde Viagra pull ever. Ed's doing fucking RHINO HORN???? Superb.

Then there's the the fact that Izzy clearly hates every second of it. Like these teddy bear capybara friend shaped men (Fang and Frenchie) are just like "hey you ok bro?" to a guy who HATES expressing any emotions so much that he spend like a whole season trying to stop Ed from doing it. Like you can feel how bad he wants to throw himself overboard from embarrassment

Then there's Fang. Dionysus an Emmy for that man. He pats Izzy on the shoulder and then Izzy pushes him away with the weakest I'm fine in history and then he goes in and gives him a hug from behind which is very much reminicent of like a hold a medical professional would use to subdue someone who is a danger to themselves or others without harming them. And then he just starts rocking him

And then there's the actual breakdown itself. I want to preface this with that I understand that in real life you might make some weird noises during a breakdown. But this is not real life. Usually when actors have breakdowns on stage or tv they have to decide what choices they're going to make. You can do a pretty cry, you can go overdramatic and comedic, you can make the audience uncomfortable in a veriety of ways. What Con has chosen here is air being let out of a balloon, He snorts like a pig, he whimpers. You know when you blow up a balloon and you pull the valve tight and it makes a screaming sound. His choice to heem heem whimper is histerical. And then he makes the sound and fang gives out a soft "am I crushing you" as if Fang thinks he's making the noise because of physical discomfort.

and then like everyone else's reactions. They're all so uncomfortable. Fang is like It's all right it's all right while Jim looks to Archie like "are you seeing this?" and Archie looks back and forth between them and then Frenchie is doing this with his face

and then there's the music. My god the music is just the sappiest shit ever over this??? like the whole thing is hillarious. Emmys for all of them

Edit: I forgot the funniest part. This whole thing is this Tweet

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whatisreggieshortfor · 1 year

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Regret It

Aran x gn!reader

“There can only be one screw up in the family and I’m already here. Get yourself together.”

Aran was shocked when he heard those words leave your lips, but you seemed unbothered as you laughed, phone still pressed between your shoulder and ear as you looked over the team’s training schedule.

“Of course they expect more from you, to them I blew off work for some big company with bonuses to manage a bunch of sweaty dudes. Do I regret it? Well…”

As the door to your office shut softly behind you, Aran found himself hoping and praying for you to step back out. Could it be possible that you regretting signing on to manage their team? You made sure to clean Sakusa’s things separate, using the soap and laundry sanitizer he preferred. You could pull Bokuto out of emo modes so fast that most of the guys would just call you without trying to help themselves. You handled Miya’s ego, could keep Hinata and Kageyama from letting their school age feud leads to fights now. You regularly had to moderate Suna’s online presence, ensure that there were no PR disasters. You were exhausted all the time, you had to stay until the overworking players finally finished and had to show up at dawn to let the early arrivals into the gym, there were times he was convinced you had snapped awake at your desk when he knocked to come in. But you never complained.

You were an integral part of the team being successful, there were no two ways about it.

But if you regretted taking this job, where would that leave them? They would never find someone as good at it as you were, they’d never find someone as dedicated.

And moreso, what would happen to the two of you? Sure, you weren’t together, but Aran felt like you were getting close. You’ve had coffee together, dinner. He knew Atsumu referred to it as the talking stage, the setter claimed it wasn’t passed that until he finally kissed you. But he was afraid to take that step, worried that he may have misunderstood what he saw as flirting on your part. He didn’t want to make the move and be another reason you regretted taking this job if you were just being friendly.

So instead he did what he could.

He called the team in for a meeting, explained the situation as he saw it, and together the team came up with ways to ease your load.

Sakusa started taking his things home, washing them himself no matter how much you promised he didn’t have to.

Komori and Yaku took over Bokuto’s emo mode, never once asking for your aide even when it was offered. They took longer than you would, but it was a fair trade off to them.

Iwa kept Atsumu in check when he needed to be, his long-standing practice with Oikawa lending a hand in knowing what to say and how to act.

Ushijima stepped in whenever Hinata and Kageyama got too close to a boiling point, never choosing one side or the other as he logically acknowledged what each of them said.

Suna stopped recording as much, knowing that if posted anything that the publicity team didn’t like then you’d be the one hearing about.

Aran, for his part, kept an eye on all of them. He started getting up earlier to unlock the gym, staying later so you wouldn’t have to. He was so worried about taking the burden from you that he didn’t even realize how often he missed a text from you because he wasn’t as accustomed to the multitasking that you excelled in.

But what didn’t occur to any of them was how you’d feel about the changes in your routine. Because while they felt like they were helping, easing your load, you started feeling like they didn’t need you.

You couldn’t figure out why Sakusa would snag his things out of your hands like you were dirtying them.

You didn’t understand why Bokuto no longer wanted your help, you had thought there was a bond between you from all the times he sought you out.

Atsumu behaved fine without your intervention now, even though you felt like Iwa’s tough love was too tough sometimes, but the setter never complained to you, so you stayed away.

Ushijima seemed to be a better mediator than you ever were, keeping the two of them in line and on the right side of their friendly rivalry.

You no longer had to check Suna’s phone, because with everyone taking care of the others it was like there was no longer an excitement for him to pull out his phone to record.

And with your new free time came less communication. Your friends on the team didn’t reach out as much, Aran didn’t respond as much or as quickly as he used to. That’s probably the bit that hurt you the most as the days seemed to dragged on until suddenly it had been weeks. You had really believed he liked you, but now it was like you had just been convenient.

They didn’t need you anymore, maybe they just didn’t want you either.

Kuroo sighed, waiting as the players filled the seats in the conference room in a mess of loud noises lacking coordination. When they finally settled down, he gave them a solemn look, “I wanted you guys to be the first to know, but Y/N has tendered their resignation to me.”

“WHAT!?” He couldn’t be sure which players yelled it, too many voices drowning each other out as they started arguing, but he pushed on.

“I don’t know what’s been going on, all I can say for certain is that something has changed in the last few weeks.” He frowned as he looked at them, “Y/N said they weren’t needed anymore. Said you guys must’ve figured out how you needed to cover the things they helped with.”

“This isn’t what was supposed to happen…” Aran muttered to himself, weren’t they supposed to be helping you? “Have you turned it over to the Olympic Committee yet? Give me a chance to get them to withdraw the resignation.”

Kuroo shook his head, “I’ve known Y/N a lot of years. Seen them manage all different types of players. I know they can handle all kinds of issue. It makes me wonder what happened, so I thought I’d let you guys explain. Maybe we can figure it out and get Y/N to reconsider.”

So Aran explained what he heard, the assumptions he’d made, just like he did for the team. In hindsight, he should’ve just asked you what was too much.

“Please reconsider.” You looked up from where you were emptying your desk, the box momentarily forgotten as you looked at the outside hitter standing in the doorway. “We don’t want to you to leave.”

“You guys don’t need me.” You smiled softly, sadly, “You’ve made it clear.”

“You’re wrong.” Aran said quickly, taking a step toward you. He needed to fix the damage he caused. He couldn’t lose you like this, not because he tried to fix a problem that didn’t exist when he should’ve talked to you instead. “We would be a mess without you. I just- I talked the guys into picking up their own slack. I heard you on the phone one day, when someone asked if you regretted taking the job here. I realized how much pressure we put on you.”

“I like the pressure.” You offered, shaking your head with a smile, “Yeah, it’s a lot. Yeah, I get exhausted and overwhelmed sometimes. But it’s still me doing my part. I like meeting Sakusa’s particular needs, I like helping Bokuto get back to himself so he can annoy you guys, I like being someone you guys feel like you can depend on. If you had heard all of it, you’d have heard me say that I’ve never regretted the decision to come here. But more than all of that…” you took a deep breath, taking his hand in yours as you stared into his eyes, “More than all of that, I like you. I like how close we’ve gotten because of the job I do, I like knowing that I make a difference in your day.”

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Aran leaned back to take your face in his free hand, “So stay here. Do the job the way it’s done best- by you. Don’t make it a regret by leaving.”

“Fine,” You chuckled, a mischievous glint in your eye, “on one condition.”

“Anything.” He answered, just holding your face in his hands like it was something precious.

“Finally kiss me?”

Well, who was he to say no to that?

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peterpparkrr · 2 years

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Omg I am so in love with the dynamic anomthoby and 2022 reader have. Would it be too much to ask for a scenario where she’s stays and he proposes to her in their usual banter type of way? Keep up the good work and stay healthy!!

Confessions

Series: Time Travel au

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I’m combining this with a similar request I got in the comments of the last part I posted “What about one where 2022 reader reveals she’s from the future to Anthony and his family and their reactions?”

This is just more fluff, I love these two too much to make it very angsty.

Oh, and if there’s more that you’d like to see from this AU please send me a request!

This is a continuation of the first part of this au which you can find here. And in the same universe as this drabble.

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“What’d you say?” Anthony asks.

“We can’t elope,” You reiterate as you take Anthony’s hands in yours. Squeezing them lightly as you pull them into your chest. The hopeful glimmer in his eyes almost convinces you to say yes, to fall completely into the madness that takes over you when you’re with him, and just go for it.

But you know you can’t. You can’t let him do this to himself.

You can’t help but love him. The way that he makes you feel, the fact that he respects you, sees you as his equal, but also cares for you is so new, but feels so…right.

Getting married at all seems insane. Getting married to someone you’ve only known for a month? You’ve fallen headlong into crazy. If you were in your normal life, your old life, this would be enough to have your friends ready to stage an intervention. But it’s perfectly normal here. It’s expected.

And there is a very real, terrifying part of you that desperately wants to say yes.

Anthony stares at you for a beat.

“You don’t want to marry me?” He asks slowly.

You can see him starting to turn in on himself, the seed of doubt at your return of his affections growing exponentially behind his eyes in real time.

“Jesus Christ, Anthony! First of all, that’s not what I’m saying. And second of all, you didn’t even ask me!” You nearly shout at him, desperate to reassure him that you feel the same way about him. But also reminding him that you need time to think and to process.

You sigh.

“Ant, I think I’m in love with you, but we’ve only known each other for a month, I’m not going to run away with you,” You tell him plainly. “What would your family think?”

“They would-” He starts to argue before you cut him off.

“Your mother would kill us both, and you know it,” You tell him with a hard look. “I don’t want to die and I certainly don’t want you to either. So let’s go about this reasonably, okay?”

“Fine, if we stay, and have an entirely unnecessary engagement,” He offers, already looking annoyed at the idea of putting of what he feels like is the obvious next step. “Then would you agree to marry me?”

“This is insane,” You sigh as you close your eyes, shaking your head. Maybe you hit your head when you turned up here because you’d have to be brain-damaged to accept a marriage proposal like this. “But yeah, apparently I’ve gone completely crazy ever since I got here, so of course I’ll marry you,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

Anthony grins as he cups your face in his hands and pulls you forward to kiss him.

He kisses you with so much fervor that you nearly forget everything else.

Nearly.

You want to stay. You can’t explain it, but you can’t imagine your life without him anymore.

And Anthony doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know that you’re not from this time. How do you even begin to explain that to someone?

Or that you tried to get back to your own time, that you have no idea how you’d gotten here in the first place, but that you’d paced around the Briarly’s back garden for hours, day after day wondering if there was any way to get home.

But now you could hardly imagine going back. Sure there were things, people especially, that you missed, your family and friends, but you have new friends, and now it seemed you might have a new family as well.

But you need to be honest with him. To tell him what little you do understand about how you arrived in this time and place.

You break away.

“Anthony, I need to tell you something,” You tell him. “Before you decide to marry me there’s something you need to know.”

“What is the matter?” Anthony asks as he takes your face into his hands, his eyes tracing along the furrow of your brow as he realizes suddenly how troubled you look.

“I’m not from here. When I say that what I really mean is that I’m not from this time,” You try to explain. “Literally.”

“I woke up here. I’m from the year twenty-twenty-two,” You don’t want to scare Anthony off, I mean, that is truly the last thing you want to happen, so you try to keep your voice even and calm as you state the facts of your situation for him.

“I remember being in my house, my real home, and the next second I was lying flat on my back in what I later found out was Lady Briarly’s garden, a completely different part of the world, in a completely different year.”

Anthony just stares at you, his eyes searching your own as you just look back at him with a small, semi-believable reassuring smile on your face.

“Please say something,” You finally ask as you break the awful silence between you, not being able to bear it any longer.

You had been so happy just a few minutes ago, and now you can’t help the feeling of dread that beings to prickle at your stomach.

“Is this some sort of joke?” Anthony asks slowly.

“God, of course not,” You reassure him quickly. “I’m being one hundred percent serious.”

“And you’re not mad?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’m not crazy, I know women are institutionalized for all sorts of ridiculous things during most of history, this time period included, but I need you to believe me. I’m not crazy.”

“You can ask Lady Briarly,” You add. “She’s happy to corroborate my story.”

“Right, of course,” He replies with a nod. “Ahhh…” He trails off.

“If you need time to think or process alone that’s totally fine,” You tell him. “But I’m here if you have any questions.”

“I will give you leave,” He finally tells you. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight,” You call after him.

You stand there as you watch him leave. He never turns once to look back at you. And you try not to let that pierce your heart.

“You and Miss (Y/L/N) have been looking very cozy as of late,” Benedict teases his older brother as Anthony takes a seat in the chair across from where Benedict is standing at his easel.

“I think she might be mad,” Anthony blurts out. “That or she really does not want to marry me.”

“Well she’s always seemed a bit odd,” Benedict replies, though he never takes his eyes off the canvas in front of him. “Outside of the fact that she puts up with you, of course.”

“Very funny,” Anthony replies with a roll of his eyes as he slumps down in the chair even more. “No, I tried to get her to elope with me last night.”

“Anthony!�� Benedict hisses as his eyes snap up from his work, wide with surprise as he stares at his brother in abject horror.

“Yes, yes, but then she started trying to tell me all this madness about being from the future and traveling through time,” Anthony continues.

Benedict considers what he said for a moment.

“She is very forward thinking, perhaps that is what she meant?” “That’s what I thought too, but she insisted that she’s from the future,” Anthony replies.

“Oh dear,” Benedict murmurs.

“She said Lady Briarly would corroborate her story,” Anthony adds.

“Well, what did Lady Briarly say when you asked her?” Benedict asks him.

“(Y/N) just told me last night,” Anthony admits as he glances over at his brother. Desperate for some kind of advice, some suggestion of what to do. “I haven’t had a chance to speak with either of them again.”

“Well, I believe mother sent them an invitation to tea today. So perhaps you’ll get your chance to find out the truth this afternoon,” Benedict informs him. “Your soon-to-be fiancée is mad, oh Anthony, now it all makes sense,” He adds with a chuckle.

“Don’t you have some fruit to paint or something?” Anthony snaps as he stands from his chair, pushing out of the room, already regretting his attempt to confide in his brother.

“Lady Briarly, oh it’s so good to see you both!” Violet Bridgerton greets you warmly.

You smile nervously at her. You’re already nervous about being in her presence given what Anthony asked of you last night, but after the bomb you dropped on him right after, you’re even more nervous, about what he might say or do now, in the presence of his entire family.

You want to trust that he’ll believe you. But honestly, if it hadn’t happened to you, you wouldn’t be very likely to believe someone if they told you a story like that.

“It’s delightful to see you as well, Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Briarly greets her in return.

You almost stick out your hand to shake Lady Bridgerton’s, entirely on instinct which Lady Briarly quickly and discreetly bats back down.

“It’s so good to see you again, Lady Bridgerton,” You say as you smile at her.

“Lady Briarly, might I have a word?” Anthony asks as he joins your group. His eyes flicker to your own for a moment, but you can’t seem to get a read on what he’s thinking at all which does nothing to quell the nerves in your stomach.

“Of course, my dear,” She replies as she allows him to escort her out of the room.

“Then you must join me and meet Anthony’s sisters,” Lady Bridgerton says as she crosses your arm with hers and leads you over to the seating area where the rest of the Bridgerton siblings are sitting.

Anthony clears his throat as he turns back to face Lady Briarly once they’re alone in the hallway. “Lady Briarly, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Miss (Y/L/N) has informed me of her…”

“Her story, yes, she told me this morning,” Lady Briarly supplies with an understanding smile.

“Ah, and she said that you would be happy to explain what happened to me,” Anthony adds with a sigh of relief. At least now he can get to the bottom of this without worrying that he himself has gone mad as well.

“Of course, I can only imagine how challenging this must be for you, I mean, when it happened to us I think we all thought we’d gone mad,” Lady Briarly admits with a half-hearted chuckle.

When she sees how serious, and frankly, how nervous Anthony looks she clears her own throat and nods.

“She appeared in the garden one day while my son was playing. He’s only seven of course, but in all honestly, he does not have the imagination to come up with this kind of tale. He was playing and suddenly she appeared. When she woke up she had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten here,” Lady Briarly explains to him.

“She’s just as sane as you and I,” Lady Briarly adds.

“And you just… took her in? A complete stranger?” Anthony asks in confusion.

“Well she had nowhere else to go,” Lady Briarly explains. “She was so scared and confused when it first happened, and even now there are times where it all overwhelms her. She doesn’t fit in because she knows nothing about our world. Think about how lonely she must feel. That’s why I was so glad she found you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“I want you both to be happy, but I know I cannot force you to believe me, or to believe her, but I also want you to ask yourself why she would lie about this?” She asks. “She took a great risk by telling you her story, a story that could land her in the papers, or worse, an asylum if the tale got out. Which means she must trust you a great deal. So what are you going to do with all that trust?”

Anthony considers Lady Briarly for a moment, and then her words.

“You’ve certainly given me a great deal to think about Lady Briarly, thank you for your candor, but I think I’ve already made my decision,” He tells her. “Shall we return to the others?”

“Are you going to marry Anthony?” Hyacinth asks you suddenly.

“Hyacinth!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims, unprepared for the sudden outburst from her youngest.

“What? Why else would she be here?” Hyacinth asks her mother.

You have to hold in your laughter at the precociousness of Anthony’s little sister. Maybe there isn’t very much difference between your time and this, after all, an outspoken girl like Hyacinth would fit right in in the 21st century.

“You cannot ask people questions like that, it’s not polite,” Lady Bridgerton chastises her.

“It’s quite alright, she has every right to be curious,” You tell her with a wink. “And I have every right not to answer a personal question like that.”

Hyacinth deflates slightly with your refusal to entertain her impertinent questioning and runs off to find one of her brothers once she realizes she’s not going to get the answers she wants out of you.

When Lady Briarly and Anthony rejoin the group you move to stand so that you can speak with Anthony, you know he’ll have more questions for you, and you’d rather get it over with if you’re being completely honest.

But before you can make your way over to him he’s clearing his throat, garnering the attention of his family.

“I have an announcement I’d like to make,” He tells them all as you stand in the middle of the group, staring back at him with wide eyes.

“I have asked Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to marry me, and she said yes,” He tells them as he steps towards you before lacing his fingers with your own.

“Oh my!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims as she stands from her seat abruptly.

“I’m so happy for you both,” She gushes as she pulls you both into tight hugs. “I know you’ll make each other very happy.”

“I’m just glad Anthony agreed to have the wedding here,” You tell her with a smile as she presses her lips to your cheek.

“What do you mean?” She asks as she steps back from you, looking at you quizzically.

“Well, he wanted to elope,” You admit before Anthony can stop you.

“Anthony Bridgerton!” She nearly shouts as she whips her head towards her son.

“But we didn’t! We won’t!” Anthony is quick to add in a futile attempt to avoid his mother’s wrath.

“You certainly will not!” Lady Bridgerton hisses. “Do you want to kill me?!”

“Look what you’ve done,” Anthony hisses in your ear.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that was scandalous!” You whisper back, though you can’t quite stop yourself from laughing quietly at the hilarity of it all.

“You can’t keep feigning ignorance on everything forever, my dear,” He tells you as his mother seems to recover slightly from the shock and pulls Lady Briarly aside to start making plans.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” You tell him with a smug smile.

“I didn’t think you’d accept everything this easily,” You admit as you turn to face him properly.

“In the end, it all seemed quite simple when Lady Briarly laid it out. You trusted me, and I trust you, what else is there?” Anthony tells you.

“As long as you promise to stay here with me, that’s all that I care about,” He adds as he takes your hands in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You tell him as you grin up at him.

You can’t say you’ve ever felt so incandescently happy. And you can certainly get used to this feeling.

“Are you certain that you don’t want to elope?” Anthony asks.

“Anthony!” Both you and Lady Bridgerton shout.

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton Series #anthony bridgerton #time travel au #anthony bridgerton series #anthony bridgerton fanfic #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x ofc #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton oneshot #anthony bridgerton x you #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton drabble #anthony bridgerton one shot #bridgerton drabble

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breannasfluff · 1 year

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Hi I would like to kindly request some cute Wing Boi hcs if you got the time

Of the "how people deal with them at home" variety

Like Time/Malon dealing with hay in their primaries or cows trying to chew on the ends of their wings while they're working, if sky/sun were competitive about who had bigger wingspan when they were growing up together like when little kids conpare whose growing taller first, Legend and Ravio continually stealing each others' stuff because they are both absolutely collector bird types, etc.

Got any fun ideas?

I haven’t picked a bird for Ravio yet, but it’s got to be something that collects things. Even if they share things, it belongs to whoever is having the conversation. “My bedroom”, “my bowl”, “my staff” etc. Whoever is on the opposite side keeps pointing out it's “our bowl”, but they totally going to claim it next. If Ravio collects something, he’ll give the red stuff to Legend. 1) he likes him. 2) it’s not worth the fight.

Wild collects…a lot of food, but at least he’s good with sharing. Zelda would sometimes stage an intervention to clean out the food before it got old in Hateno. Wild started picking up a habit of cooking feasts for people when he got full on food. With the Chain it isn’t a problem anymore because they go through food fast enough. He trusts very few people around his wings, which is a topic of a oneshot I’ll post sometime. He is a very social bird but tends to hold himself back around the others. Poor boy has trust issues. Hyrule and Legend weaseled their way in and once they firmly landed in the “safe” category, he loosened up a lot. He LOVES spending time with them and doesn’t like being alone. Hyrule might sometimes want a little space, but Wild is always up for a wing around Legend, or tucking himself under the other’s wing.

Sky in particular steals food, although he sometimes gets embarrassed about it. Oh boy, ok, so Sky and Sun were in a constant battle about food growing up. Sky would enact elaborate, over-the-top plots to take her snacks, and she started ramping up ways of hiding it. It was always in good fun, but to this day they cannot eat a normal meal together in peace. Wind is easygoing enough that he’s fine sharing, and Wild gives him a little extra with this in mind.

Time absolutely adores Malon. I haven’t picked a bird for her yet, either, but that flock instinct of Time’s meshes well with his wife. He’s the type of person who will fly out and pick wildflowers to surprise her. Or get up early and do the chores so she can sleep in and he’ll make her breakfast in bed. He’s a very touchy bird; likes to wrap Malon up in his wings whenever he gets a chance. He does have an archnemesis: Frank the billy goat. Time thinks it’s the stupidest name, but Malon named him so he’ll never say anything. And Frank hates Time with a burning passion. He’ll charge when he tries to go bring the goats in for milking. You ever want to see a full-grown man with the wings of a raptor run screaming like a little girl? Yeah, Malon laughed so hard she cried.

Warriors may be a solitary bird, but he’d really like to meet someone and fall in love. He’s good at the military, but it’s not his passion. He’s actually pretty crafty, which a lot of the birds don’t know. Warriors isn't sure what he wants to do after the military, so he just keeps doing it for now. He doesn't like others see him failing at a new skill, which is why most things end up hidden.

Twilight really likes to play games, but is worried others won’t want to indulge in childish play when he’s normal. They have no problem playing with Wolfie, though, so he transforms when he’s missing playtime. Wind especially will play fetch for ages with him. Twilight would really like Time to engage in some more games with him. While he follows what Time says, usually to the letter, playtime would give him a chance to loosen up from following a hierarchy.

Four’s favorite activity is a dirt bath (good for his feathers, bad for his body). He’ll compromise with rolling around in leaves in the fall. It doesn’t leave him clean at all, but it’s so fun to send up mounds of leaves with his wings and thrash around. Four has a lot of interests and will randomly pick up a new one. Lots of info dumping from our colorful bird, but they try to keep from going overboard. All they really want is someone to listen to him, though. He and Zelda/Flora get along because she’ll share research and details. The Chain was not pleased when Four regaled them with the worms-in-fish information, though. Even the seabirds started looking for something else to eat. They got over it, but Four has all sorts of weird details that are 75% true to pull out.

Legend’s default expression seems to be “annoyed” but he’s usually not. Instead of RBF it’s RAF. He’s such a softie for Hyrule and Wild. He feels like he spends half his time wrangling the two of them which is…partially true. Honestly, he’s happiest when he’s cuddled up between them, the center of attention. He’ll puff up a little if he’s extra pleased, which the others think is super cute.

Hyrule is really a “pair” bird, and he paired with Legend. When Wild came along, though, something in their personalities connected and he decided Wild belonged in their group. He’s very flexible; good at getting in tight spots and will do stretches in the early morning. Legend will be huddling under Wild’s wing, grumbling about it being cold, and Hyrule is doing some ridiculous yoga pose, cool as a cucumber. He also bites. It’s self-defense…probably. He definitely will bite when he’s mad, and he’s a very good sword fighter.

Wind is a very sunny bird boy. One of those always optimistic ones. He likes independence in the air, but on the ground, he sticks close to Sky. He views him as a big brother more than the rest of the group. He also taught Aryll to fly, with questionable success at the start. He tends to hover around her in the air after she got kidnapped.

#lu wing bois #lu wing au #linked universe #wb wild #wb legend #wb hyrule #headcanon #asks

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tacky-jack-with-a-hat · 9 months

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So some Mother Nature/Florida headcannons

(Bc I just found out that last week a 100 year old tree fell on DeSantis's house...)

• This ship is more complex than you think

• They frequently flip between intense love and trying to undermine or sabotage each other

• When in love they will throw hurricane parties, have beach days or take their alligator children on a walk through everglades.

•Nature loves Making waves for Florida as he plays in the water.

•In the winter she will purposely make it just cold enough so he could snuggle up to her.

•Florida admires her power and terrifying she can be, seeing her chaos and storms just as beautiful as the rest of her creations.

• Like Floui they are a crime duo that function on chaos and passion but Nature is less calm and controlled then Loui yet she is stronger and arguably more dangerous than Florida. This shows during her fights with Florida.

•Nature has threatened to drown Miami on multiple occasions, climate scientists say she isn't joking 😃

• Her love for Florida comes from his unique environment. The peninsula state is one of the most biodiverse States in America (7th for known animal species and 6th for vascular plant species) and Mother Nature wants him to be healthy and maintain his unique ecosystem.

• Things were fine when they first met as for most of Florida's history he was considered inhospitable swamp trash so people avoided him. Leaving just him and Nature alone.

• But when people did came Nature refused to share Florida with real estate developers; using her tropical storms, hurricanes and high temperature to keep people away from Florida.

• For example during Florida's 1920s housing boom (when he was entering tourism industry) she threw two hurricanes at him that was stronger than anticipated, developers to become bankrupt and the growth to halt.

• However, their conflict arises from Florida's unchecked tourism industry. 44% of his vertebrates are declining in number, most likely due to habitat loss (such as the Everglades being shrunk down by 50%) in order to build hotels, fast food chains, highways, attractions or holiday homes. Not to mention animal behaviour changes when tourists with little knowledge of the wildlife end up frightening and harassing the animals and pollute habitats. There's also SeaWorld.

Florida blames all of this on individual tourists whilst Mother Nature blames him for inviting the tourists in the first place and not looking after himself.

• From Florida's perspective he thinks Mother Nature doesn't want to see his success or enjoy things unrelated to her and is either ignorant or indifferent to her problems.

• It's also canon that Florida makes fun of her for the parts of the year when they're not together.

• Mother Nature however sees his attitude to global warming as unsustainable and self destructive but as the embodiment of an unstoppable force she ends up lashing out and causing more problems

• Everyone is against them being together, with Loui staging an intervention for Florida. He denies anything is wrong and will talk excitedly about his "fierce" girlfriend and the storms she makes.

• Florida likes being cradled and likes the way he is so unless someone else does something he's never going to give up Mother Nature nor give her the sustainable relationship she needs.

• Claire (Nature's assistant from the video) and some other countries often attempt interventions . Nature will always end up crying and questioning herself and Florida and vows never to ever go back to him.

• But then hurricane season comes and she falls for it again. Each time with a new idea how to "fix" their relationship for good.

• If they ever get married Florida is going to be one of those grooms who smashes the cake in the wife's face when she told him not to.

• Florida has mommy issues and this relationship proves it.

#welcome to the table #wttt #toxic relationship #Infodumping in a ship #wttt florida #wttt mother nature

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beefromanoff · 4 months

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Going Under Ch. 31

summary: Gianna moves on with her life, Nat and Wanda stage an intervention.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: Never Tear Us Apart - INXS

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: so sorry for my slower posting schedule, I've been so so busy with work that I'm pressed for time but I really wanted to get a chapter out for Valentine's Day! we're getting somewhere good, guys! thank you for reading and reviewing, ilysm!

chapter list/links - xo

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Bucky

“Five minutes to landing, Captain.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Steve’s face was riddled with concern as he buckled the chinstrap of his helmet. “You sure you’re up for this, Buck?”

The only sound was the hum of the Quinjet’s engine as Bucky seemed frozen in his seat. As they’d begun their ascent a little over an hour ago, his phone had pinged with a notification that would derail the entire morning.

‘E News Exclusive: Gianna Cruz and Sebastian Stan Get Cozy Before Valentine’s Day’

The team had gotten word of the circulating paparazzi photos and decided no good would come from Bucky seeing them. That consensus didn’t extend to the SHIELD agent who decided to forward it to him this morning, right before their departure for a mission. Fortunately, it was strictly intelligence and recon, something both Steve and Bucky could do in their sleep. That didn’t mean it was pleasant for Steve to fly in silence for an hour, his friend’s turmoil almost palpable in the seat beside him.

“Beginning descent now.”

Bucky braced his hands on his knees and stood, snapping out of his stupor. “I’m fine.” He rolled his neck and reached for the weapons holstered to his legs, doing a silent count.

“You sure? If you’d rather hang at the jet and keep watch, it won’t take -”

“Steve.” Bucky met his eyes. “I said I’m fine.”

The Quinjet touched down in a thick, overgrown forest. As the ramp began to extend with a hiss, Bucky took one last look at his phone. The image wounded him more than any weapon had in battle. The photo, clearly taken from across the street, showed Gianna looking happier than ever. Her latte, which he could still smell as clearly as if it were in front of him, sat half drunk on the table, lipstick print on the side. She was laughing, really laughing. He could tell by the way her eyes crinkled on the outside. This wasn’t for show. It wasn’t one of the laughs she’d perfected for evening show interviews and fan meetings. This was real.

Across from her sat the man responsible for making her laugh. Dark hair peeked from below his baseball hat, slightly shorter than Bucky’s, but not far behind. His hand was wrapped around a coffee cup with no lid, the other hand gesturing as he told the story that was so evidently hilarious. The man rumored to be playing none other than Bucky himself in the movie about his life. The one he’d signed off on years ago after encouragement from Steve and Tony, guaranteeing him he’d have a say in how the movie portrayed him. He could be as involved as he wanted to be. They reminded him it would help his reputation following the pardons, and help public opinion swing his way. Plus, the paycheck wasn’t bad either.

Now, years after signing those damn documents, he wanted nothing to do with the damn thing. Not if he had to sit and watch someone who was supposed to portray him live out life with the one person he wished he’d never let go. Fuck the movie. Fuck the actor. Fuck the agent who sent him these photos in the first place.

Admittedly, he knew he would have seen them anyway. His feeds were still full of Gianna from the days he’d spent reading fan posts and theories about the two of them together. The days when he was in the photos going viral. Now, he wasn’t doing much to change it, considering he still paused to stare every time her name or photo appeared on his screen.

The thing that really got him about this photo wasn’t the fact that she looked so happy and so carefree while he felt like a shell of himself. It wasn’t the fact that another man sat across from her, either. Both of those things felt like a kick to the gut, but they weren’t the worst part.

The worst part was that he knew that coffee shop.

This was one she refused to go to unless she wanted to be seen, be photographed. It was a paparazzi hotspot. She knowingly avoided it for that reason. The fact that she was there, with that man, was no accident. She wanted to be seen.

She wanted him to see.

Gianna

Three Days Prior

Gianna’s stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

“Hey, thank you again for meeting me.” Sebastian’s eyes were genuine, kind. “I really do appreciate it.”

She smiled, cheeks sore from doing so much of it over the past half hour they’d sat at this table. Her favorite shop these days, quiet and private. The few sips that remained in her coffee had gone cold, but she didn’t care. It was a beautiful day in the city and she’d forgotten about her pain, her loneliness, for just a little while.

“Of course. I appreciate you asking me.”

“Yeah, well…I wasn’t sure what you’d say.” His eyes were sheepish. “I know things aren’t, well, I don’t know. I’ve heard things aren’t the best right now, but --”

“It’s okay.” She cut him off with a gentle smile. “Things aren’t, well…they aren’t right now. At all. But no matter how I feel or how it ended, his story deserves to be told the right way. I respect you for wanting to do that.”

Sebastian sighed in relief. “Thank you. Seriously. My agent keeps reaching out to Pepper, but she said ‘Sergeant Barnes has no desire to be involved in the project at this time.’ I have a feeling she gave me the watered down version of what he actually said.”

Gianna laughed. “Yeah, that’s probably true.” She shifted in her chair. “I’m not overly familiar with the uh…process. What do you need from me?”

“Not much, hopefully, I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I just want to get it right, get him right.” He leaned onto his elbows. “The story, of course, but also him as a person. His mannerisms, his voice, his mind. I want to understand him.”

“Yeah, get in line.” Gianna murmured before catching herself. “I can help.”

“Perfect.” He grinned, looking enough like Bucky that her heart jolted. “Of course, I have a whole team of people to help me look more like him physically. That’ll take some time. He’s not a small guy.” Sebastian mimed growing his biceps.

“No,” Gianna laughed. “He isn’t. I’m sure a Super Soldier workout program is out there somewhere.”

“I’ll leave that to the professionals.” He waved a hand. “They just tell me what to do and I do it. For now, can we meet again? I don’t know how long you’ll be in the city, but I’d love to meet a few times a week until I feel like I’ve got it right.”

“I’ll be here for a while. We’re still figuring out tour dates and everything, so I’m in the city for the foreseeable future.”

“Great. How’s Friday? Coffee, again? My treat, of course.”

“Friday is great.” She smiled. “But let's meet somewhere else this time. Do you have a problem with meeting more…publicly?”

He grinned again, raising his empty cup. “Not at all. All press is good press when you’re making a movie.”

Gianna gave a wry smile, raising her cup to his. “Then let’s make headlines.”

Bucky

Wanda stormed into the training room, followed closely by Natasha. Bucky was deep into a sparring session with a punching bag, sweat glistening on his forehead. The recon mission had been easy, getting them back relatively early in the day. He decided to skip dinner and let off some steam instead, the image from earlier still burned into his mind.

"Bucky Barnes!" Wanda's voice cut through the thuds of Bucky's punches, echoing through the empty room.

He paused, looking at them with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "What?"

Natasha crossed her arms. "We're tired of your brooding. Enough is enough. We're having an intervention."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "An intervention?"

Wanda nodded. "Yes. You're coming with us."

Before Bucky could protest, they each took one of his arms and practically dragged him out of the training room.

The common room was suspiciously empty.

“Where is everyone?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“They flew into the city for a basketball game. They’ll be back tomorrow. Steve didn’t mention it?” Natasha gave a coy smile.

“No. He didn’t.”

She grinned. “Good.” Natasha pointed to his bedroom. "Go shower, put on something comfy. We're having a girls' night."

“A what?”

“Just go.” She gave a light shove towards his door.

Bucky scoffed but complied. When he returned in sweats, the atmosphere had changed. The living room was warm, inviting. In the dining room, Wanda and Natasha were setting up what appeared to be a cozy dinner. Candles were lit, and a bottle of wine was breathing on the table. The smell of marinara wafted through the air.

Wanda poured wine as Natasha motioned for Bucky to sit. "Okay, Barnes. Time to spill."

He eyed them warily. "Spill what?"

Wanda leaned back, sipping her wine. "How you feel. About Gianna, about everything. We're not leaving until you talk."

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. "What's there to say?"

Natasha leaned forward, spinning pasta on her fork. "Start with the truth. Do you still love her?"

Bucky hesitated but finally nodded. "Yeah, I do. But that's not important."

Wanda shook her head. "That's a start. At least you don’t deny it. Why do you say it isn’t important?"

Bucky's eyes dropped to the table. "I'm not good for her."

“From where we’re standing, you seemed pretty damn good to us. She didn’t exactly seem…unsatisfied.” Nat sipped her wine.

Bucky glared at her.

“Okay, sex jokes aside. That girl was happy. Why the hell do you think you weren’t good for her?”

“Because, Nat, I’m the fucking Winter Soldier.” His fist hit the table, rattling the wine glasses. Neither woman flinched. “She’s young, beautiful, smart, she has everything going for her. Everything. The whole world is in love with her. She could have anything, anyone she wants. She should have a family, a life, everything. She’s too amazing, too good for someone like me. I can’t stand the thought that I’m holding her back from something better. From someone better. I have all this shit that I’ve done, blood on my hands, I still get nightmares…I don’t want her to have to live with all that.” His voice broke ever so slightly at the end.

Natasha leaned in, her voice soft and kind. "Bucky, she knew what she was getting into when she fell for you. And she didn't care. She still doesn't."

He looked down at his hands. "But I can't give her a normal life. She deserves more than this."

Wanda spoke softly, "Maybe she thinks a life with you is better than any normal life. You've got to trust her to make that decision. Plus, it’s not like she can just walk down the street either. Did you forget the reason you met her in the first place?"

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair again, frustration evident. "What if she regrets it? What if she wakes up one day and realizes she wasted her time with me and I’m not worth it?"

Natasha leaned in, placing a hand on his arm. "Bucky, you are worth it. You've changed. You've got to believe that. Stop seeing yourself as this monster that they tried to make you. See yourself how we do."

He looked up at her. “What do you mean?”

Nat glanced at Wanda, who reached out her hand. “May I?”

Bucky nodded slowly, taking her hand.

Instantly, his mind was full of light and color. Scenes flashed before him, one after another.

Him in combat, sniping someone who was about to take a lethal shot at Steve. Him throwing a football to Peter, who was beaming. Him high-fiving an agent who finally won their first sparring match after weeks of private sessions. Him lifting a beam off of a civilian in a fire, rescuing them when they realized it would take too long for the fire department to get the jaws of life up that high. Him with his arm around Wanda on the couch on the anniversary of her parents’ death, holding her while she cried. Him catching Natasha inches before her head hit the concrete after being thrown in battle. Him watching Lord of the Rings with Peter and arguing over whether the book was better than the movie. Countless scenes of him laughing with Steve. Glimpses of the agents’ faces as he spoke, all full of awe and admiration.

Then there was Gianna. Memories of her face, looking at Bucky, eyes full of love. Bits of conversation with Wanda where she gushed about him. Her face when she woke up in the hospital bed after the bombing, immediately asking where he was. Memory after memory of the two of them together, from the perspective of various team members. The two of them dancing on the dock, disgustingly in love. Them laughing, holding hands, dancing in the kitchen in front of the coffee pot. The way she looked at him like he hung the moon. The way he looked at her like she was the sun.

Bucky couldn’t deny the difference between the man in these memories and the man he saw in the mirror. His face was bright, warm, joyful. Now, dark circles hung below his eyes and he just looked…colorless. Like he felt inside.

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, Wanda let go. His mind was quiet, devoid of all the memories. He was back at the table with two of his best friends looking at him with hope and concern. His friends who thought he was worth all of this trouble for. His friends who he loved so dearly.

“How did you…?”

“I asked.” Wanda smiled. “I asked if I could see all of the good memories of you. Everyone had more than enough. The hardest part was sorting through them all.”

He stared at the table for a moment, dumbfounded.

Nat nudged him with her elbow. “Just remember, Buck, if you’re thinking those things about yourself, you’re saying we’re all wrong. When was the last time we were all wrong?” She winked at Wanda. “Especially us.”

Bucky grinned despite himself.

“Eat!” Wanda chastised, gesturing to his plate with her fork. “It’s not as good when it’s cold.”

The conversation continued as they ate, thankfully shifting away from Bucky’s emotions for the time being. For the first time since he watched Gianna walk out the door, he felt a sliver of hope.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere lightened even further. Wanda insisted on watching a romantic comedy, stating that it was a staple of a girls’ night. They even had pints of ice cream reserved for the occasion. Bucky feigned interest, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of Gianna and the memories he’d been shown.

Natasha nudged him as they sat on the couch, the screen illuminating their faces. "You okay?"

Bucky sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Just thinking about her."

“Good.” Nat grinned. “I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but you better do something. The next intervention won’t be so cushy.”

The movie played on, but Bucky's mind was miles away, contemplating the possibility of winning back the woman he loved.

Gianna

The vibrant atmosphere of Madison Square Garden buzzed around Gianna as she sat courtside at the Knicks game. The cheers of the crowd, the bass of the music, and the energetic spirit of the close game created a palpable buzz in the air.

Gianna, dressed in jeans and a corset top, found herself featured on the Jumbotron. The crowd erupted in cheers as she waved and blew a playful kiss. Beside her, Madison Beer, shared the moment with a grin. They’d been in talks about recording a song together and decided to take a girls’ night to celebrate.

As the halftime began, Gianna caught wind of a commotion in the row behind her. Turning, she saw Peter animatedly trying to persuade her security to let him through, insisting that they were friends. However, the stern expressions on the security team indicated their skepticism as they refused.

With an amused smile, Gianna stood and walked over. "It's alright, guys. He's a friend."

The security team eyed Peter warily as she beckoned him closer. "I told you I know her! Spider-Man and Gigi, pals!"

Gianna chuckled, giving Peter a friendly hug. "It's been too long, Pete. What are you doing in the city?”

“Nat kicked us out for the night.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair.

“Us?” Gianna’s heart pounded.

“Oh, uh, Steve, Sam, and Mr. Stark.” He gestured up towards the suites. Looking up, Gianna saw three friendly faces smiling and waving from the Stark Enterprises box. She grinned and waved back.

Peter paled as he glanced over Gianna’s shoulder, where Madison had joined them.

Gianna laughed, "Oh, I’m so sorry. Peter, meet Madison Beer. Madison, this is Peter Parker."

Peter's eyes widened, and he stammered out a greeting, utterly starstruck.

Madison laughed, "Nice to meet you, Peter. Gianna's told me a lot about you. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all."

Peter's eyes widened even further. "Really? Wow, now I really owe you one.” He elbowed Gianna.

Madison grinned, amused by Peter's awe. "Are you here on vigilante business?”

Peter, still in a state of disbelief, managed to laugh. "Uh, not this time. More of a guys’ night.” He gestured back to the box.

“Oh my God, is Tony Stark here?” Madison squealed, suddenly starstruck herself.

“Yes, actually, he sent me down to ask if you, uh, wanted to join us…” Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you have great seats, I mean courtside, that’s tough to beat, but we’ve got the bartender and the food and -”

“Can we?” Madison whirled to face Gianna.

“It’s just you four?” Gianna said under her breath to Peter, expression cautious.

“Just us.” He nodded, understanding who exactly she was asking about.

Gianna swallowed in relief and linked her arm with Madison. “Shall we?”

The trio made their way to the Stark Enterprises box, where Tony, Steve, and Sam were eagerly waiting. As Gianna approached, Steve stood up, grinning.

"Gianna! It's been too long," Steve said, enveloping her in a warm hug.

Tony added, "And who's this? Supermodel, actress…?"

“Singer.” Gianna chuckled, "Tony, Steve, Sam, meet Madison Beer. Madison, meet the guys.”

The atmosphere in the private box crackled with excitement as the game resumed after halftime. Gianna, Madison, and Peter, flanked by Tony, Steve, and Sam, were fully immersed in the exhilarating game, standing at the edge of the box.

"Come on, guys! We need a miracle play!" Tony shouted, his eyes glued to the action.

Madison joined in, "Come on, my jump shot looks better than that!"

Peter grinned, "I'd pay to see that."

As the game intensified, Tony couldn't resist pushing the excitement to another level. He gestured to the suite’s bartender, who poured shots for everyone. "A little liquid luck for our team!"

Gianna laughed, taking a shot glass from the tray and raising it in the air. "To the Knicks!"

The group echoed her and the shots went down smoothly. As the glasses were dropped back on the tray, the Knicks scored a crucial basket, sending the group into a collective uproar.

Tony, always one for mischief, looked at Madison. "You know, I heard if you blow a kiss to the team, it brings good luck."

Madison playfully rolled her eyes but obliged, blowing an exaggerated kiss toward the court. The team scored again, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

"Madison, you're our secret weapon!" Sam teased, throwing an arm around her as she jumped up and down.

The alcohol running through everyone’s veins only amplified the excitement. The group became rowdier as the drinks flowed and the game reached its climax. Even Steve, usually the more reserved of the bunch, found himself caught up in the infectious energy, despite not being affected by the alcohol. Gianna had been taking it slower, finding that when she came home after a night of drinking, it all turned to sadness even more intense than when she was sober. So tonight, besides the shot, she was still sipping on her first cocktail.

Gianna leaned over to where he sat, resonating with the other relatively sober person on the. "You having fun, Cap?"

Steve grinned and raised the bottle in his hand, "Beer, basketball, and great company. What’s not to love?" Before Gianna could continue the conversation, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheering as the Knicks finished with a win. The group erupted into cheers and high-fives, Tony going around and kissing everyone on the head.

“Alright, Happy’s bringing the car around. It’s time to celebrate.”

Steve glanced at his watch warily. "Tony, it's late. We've got an early flight back tomorrow."

Tony waved off the concern. "Last time I checked, whoever owns the plane decides the flight time. Looks like our flight just got delayed!"

Madison tossed her hair over her shoulder as she linked arms with Sam and Peter, trailing Tony out the door. Her laughter echoed into the hallway as she wagged her eyebrows at Gianna, clearly thrilled with how the night was unfolding.

“Sounds like we’re in for a long night.” Steve gave a resigned smile to Gianna.

Smiling, she downed the rest of her watery vodka cranberry.

“Then let’s make the best of it.”

Bucky

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Bucky groaned, stirring on the coach. Wanda had fallen asleep sprawled across half the sectional, leaving Bucky to doze off in an awkward seated position. Only Nat had stayed awake through the second movie. Her reaction to whatever text she just got was enough to wake him back up.

Nat eyed him, but didn’t reply, turning her gaze back to her phone.

“Nat, what is it?” Bucky shifted to sit up straighter.

She paused, chewing her bottom lip. Seeming to realize it was pointless to resist showing Bucky, she flipped the phone around. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright, glowing screen, but he recognized the interface to be Twitter.

‘The Avengers party with Madison Beer and Gianna Cruz: Pop Stars spotted entering famed nightclub Flame following Knicks Victory.’

Bucky clenched his jaw as his eyes raked over the photo. Tony was winking at the camera, leading the group. Gianna and the brunette girl, Madison, each held one of Peter’s arms as they walked, Steve and Sam walking behind them and shielding their eyes from the flashes.

“How old is this?”

“Bucky…”

“Nat,” His tone had a warning in it. “How old is this photo?”

“It was posted fifteen minutes ago. According to Steve, they got to the club about forty five minutes ago and Tony doesn’t seem to want to call it a night.”

He rubbed his hand along his stubbled jawline, suddenly wide awake. “How quickly can we get to Manhattan?”

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