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shreddedparchment · 5 years

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for @ravennightingaleandavatempus

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 5,017

A/N: I am so sorry that this is so fucking late. Like, super late! But I hope this makes up for it. I am super tired so this is not edited much. Please excuse any typos and I will come back when I am more alert and fix it up. This is my first Stucky fic EVER so please be kind! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

“Okay, I know that things are really tough right now with two investors backing out so I need you guys to see where we can cut costs.” You flip to the next page in the black leather folder sitting before you on the beautiful redwood meeting table in the Avengers Compound common room. “We’re spending fifteen hundred dollars on centerpieces? Is that really necessary? This is a publicity dinner. Check to see what else we can do for centerpieces. Swag. Slap an ‘Avengers’ A on some money clips and wallets, maybe some baseball caps? Okay? Brainstorm and we’ll meet in a week.”

The six marketing department employees under you start to rise and gather up their notes and phones before they begin to make their way towards the stairs and elevator.

“Thanks Team!” You yell after them, hoping it isn’t too late.

They’re not unhappy but you can see the stress in their faces over this stupid dinner. Since Bucky came back into the picture, he’s been working as an Avenger in secret. Spotted a couple times and plastered all over the news, the former Winter Soldier has everyone on edge. Everyone that doesn’t know him.

Bucky also isn’t the warmest Avenger and he’s kept from interacting with the other employees. Your own marketing team doesn’t know how to approach this dinner because they don’t know him. Not like you do.

You hadn’t been expecting to fall in love with James Buchanan Barnes. In fact, you hadn’t even been sure you were going to like him.

Steve spoke about him in length over the time you two have known each other. It wasn’t long before you realized that there had been more to them than brotherhood and friendship. Their relationship had been complicated and had many layers.

So, when Steve showed up at Triskelion after the Battle of New York looking for you, you’d been first; relieved to see him. Second; surprised that he came to find you. And Third; extremely shocked when he marched into your office, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you hard.

“Ow.” You gasp, surprised by the roughness of Steve’s sudden kiss.

“Sorry.” Steve gasps, still wearing his Captain America uniform. He looks good but before today you would have never admitted it aloud. “Sorry. I just…got excited. I mean, the world almost ended.”

He explains himself breathing heavily as if he’s still amidst the fight with the Chitauri. His shoulders are heaving, wide and hard, his chest pressed closely to yours. It’s an impossible position that you’d never expected to find yourself in. With your hands gently gripping his shoulder blades you stare up into his storm blue eyes with a million questions yearning for answers.

“I-” You swallow the lump in your throat and laugh once, still not believing that Captain fucking America is holding you in his arms. “I thought you and Bucky were like, together? A thing?”

“Well, we were. I mean, not really. We shared a few special moments and Buck was very special to me, but I was technically with Peggy.”

“So, you’re not just into guys?”

“I’m not really into guys. I was only every interested in Bucky. But it was the 40’s. What could we do? That kind of love wasn’t acceptable at the time.” He looks a little sad as he says it. “And then I lost him so, there was no point in dwelling on what might have been.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, hating yourself for bringing up such a painful subject.

“No.” Steve insists, wrapping you up more tightly and stealing your breath. “When things started to go south today, when I thought that I wasn’t going to get out of New York alive, you were there in my mind, telling me to keep fighting.”

“Me?” You shake your head.

“You. Your voice, your face, you kept me going, Y/N. I would have been here sooner, but we had to help civilians and when things calmed down Tony insisted we all had to go get some Shawarma. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so I just went and sat there with my head hanging, impatiently waiting for everyone to finish eating so that I could get my ass over here, to you, so that I could hold you like this and kiss you—not like I just kissed you, I’m sorry I hurt you—and to tell you that…I love you, Y/N. I think I’ve loved you since the day you snuck me a hotdog after I woke up.”

You laugh, nearly in tears as you remember the afternoon after Steve had been awoken from his seventy-year nap. He must be starving. Is all you could think that day and because they were keeping an eye on him to make sure that he was okay—though honestly after his break out and the run through Time’s Square, they should have known that he was perfectly fine—you had to sneak in some food for him. A couple of hot dogs and some soda, courtesy of a small shop down the block with hotdogs to die for.

“Well, I thought you might be hungry.”

“And I have been. Starving, Y/N, but for this.” He tightens his arms, leaning in closer to you so that he can graze his nose against your once more stealing your oxygen. “For you. Tell me this isn’t just me?”

It takes you a few very tense seconds to answer in which you watch his storm blue eyes flit back and forth between yours as he tries to read you before you can answer.

“No.” You finally sigh. “It’s not just you.”

Steve smiles and it’s so blindingly beautiful you nearly lose your footing as your knees buckle. Lucky, Steve’s already holding you taut and so he only strengthens his grip as he leans down slowly to meet your lips in another kiss. Luckily, this one is much softer as his strong hands tenderly stroke your back and sides while he deepens the kiss and draws you into a haze with his seductive French kiss.

“Hey, saleswoman, how’d the meeting go?”

You look up from your spot at the table and shut your folder and pick it up to hold against your chest then grab your phone and hold that in your free hand. You then descend the stairs and approach Mr. Stark a he eyes you and the last of your marketing team disappearing down the stairs.

“It went alright. We’re lacking some funds, but we’ll be alright. Thanks for lending me the space. Our offices are still being remodeled. Any idea when they’re gonna be done?”

“I’ll ask the bossy.” Stark says.

“Aren’t you the boss?” You ask confused.

“Pepper says ‘no’. Investors pull out?”

“Uh, yeah.” You sigh heavily. “It looks like some of the senators are not as convinced of Bucky’s rehabilitation as we thought. They’re nervous about backing him with his shady history.”

Stark sighs heavily, widening his eyes as he considers his own dark history with Bucky. You always feel weird bringing him up.

“Yeah, well, something tells me it’s more about them not wanting anyone poking around the skeletons in their closets. Sign me up. I’ll cover what they withdrew.”

“No, Mr. Stark, you don’t have to do that. We’ll be alright, we can cut costs.” You assure him, hating the idea that Stark is doing this to be nice for you, and tying himself to something related with Bucky when he might still just want to kill the guy.

“No. Really. I think it’s time we bury the hatchet and it doesn’t seem like he’s going anywhere. As much as I’d love to put a bullet in his head, he’s important to Steve and you’re important to Steve so, sign me up. Call Pepper, she’ll get you a check.” Mr. Stark gives you a small and very quick smile before pulling the hands from his well-tailored suit and heading towards the stairs himself.

“Okay. Thank you, Mr. Stark. That means a lot.” You call towards him. “To Steve too, I’m sure.”

Stark stops to look at you when he reaches the top of the stairs. “It’s Tony, kid. I’ll see you around.”

“Right…Tony. Thank you.” You call out after him as he descends the stairs and disappears from sight just as your phone beeps.

You look down at the illuminated screen as a message flashes across it, from the man of the hour, Bucky.

‘So, I accidentally did a thing and now I need your help.’ The message reads.

Sighing you quickly type your reply.

‘Where are you?’

‘The apartment.’

‘Get Steve to help you. I’m working. Still planning your stupid party.’

‘I thought it was a dinner?’

‘It is a dinner, dumbass.’

‘Darling, would you please stop arguing with me via text and just get your ass over here? I need your help.’

‘Ask Steve!’

‘He went out!’

“Fuck!” You shout, jealous and angry. Sharing Steve had not been part of the plan.

‘I’ll be right there. Don’t go anywhere like last time, Barnes. If I show up and you’re gone, I’m going to kick your ass.’

With a small growl you head out too, headed back to the city to meet up with your boyfriend’s boyfriend.

Slipping your key into the top lock, you listen as the heavy deadbolt slides out then unlock the bottom one, which is much quietly. A mechanical hiss as you twist the nob and walk inside.

The apartment is older, with turn of the century interiors and filled with modern takes on 1950’s furniture in maple, walnut, and oak tones. Steve had decorated and you’d let him, eager to just start your lives together. You’d given the apartment it’s smaller touches. You’d chosen dark carpets to give the space a cozier feel and insisted that all lights be dimmable. You’d decorated the gray couches with turquoise and purple throw pillows, a large yellow carpet on the floor over the already carpeted space under the coffee table. You’d chosen red sheets for your shared bed, and silver sheets for guest bedroom where Bucky currently slept.

Lastly, you’d bought several plants to give the place some life, flowers were bought every week for the dining room and the living room, and there were of course the endless picture frames adorning tables and walls that over the years of being with Steve, you two had accumulated. Over the fireplace you kept a picture of Peggy for him and there was a picture of him and Bucky as well.

You walk in and pull your coat off, shutting the door behind you as you drop off your keys on the table beside the coat rack.

“Bucky?” You quickly peel off your shoes too and massage the sore spots on the heels of your feet, wincing with relief as you finally abandon those stupid boots.

There is no answer.

“Bucky?!” That jerk better not have gone somewhere!

You move towards his bedroom and glance inside but he’s not there, though there is a stack of laundry on the foot of the bed.

With your eyebrows raised you unbutton your plum suit jacket and remove it, leaving you in your light blue polka dot, strapless thigh-length dress.

“Fucking Bucky.” You growl and frown as you move into the kitchen.

There is no one in the kitchen. No one in the bathroom. No one in the living room which you had already passed as you’d had to in order to get to his room, but you needed to check again.

“Oh, laundry…” You suddenly realize that you haven’t checked the laundry room and his bed had that pile of clean clothes neatly folded.

With quiet feet you move towards the door just off the kitchen and throw it open expecting to find Bucky in there probably holding a pile of previously white clothes now stained pink or something stupid like that but instead you find him holding Steve’s hands behind his back as he pins him against the washer which sits open spilling endless bubbles into the small room making the floor slick and smell like clean linen.

You gasp quietly, shocked by the sight as Bucky’s lips overlap Steve’s, passionately massaging them as he holds Steve’s hands behind his back with his impossibly strong metal hand while his right one cups Steve’s left cheek. Bucky’s shirtless, wearing low slung black sweats giving you a subtle view of the top curve of his buns of steel.

They’re both so lost in each other, two masses of bulging muscle, wide shoulders, and testosterone, that they don’t notice you and as Steve moans lightly, your heart erupts into green toxic sludge, poisoning you.

This is what you’d feared from the moment that Steve had run off to find Bucky. He was going to forget you in favor of a greater love he’d lost.

You don’t stand there staring at them with your heart breaking for long because Steve opens his eyes suddenly as Bucky tilts his head in the opposite direction, breaking the kiss briefly.

Steve pulls back, fighting Bucky’s hold until Bucky also turns to look towards you and releases Steve’s wrists.

“Y/N…”

“I thought you were out?” You quickly try to compose yourself, urging your jealousy to go away, for the love of all that’s good in the world, because you need to let Steve have this, have Bucky.

He needs him. Much more than he needs you.

“I was.” Steve says, slipping as he tries to take a step towards you through the mass of bubbles and soap on the floor.

You look at Bucky who looks slightly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head as he eyes the room.

“I put too much soap in the wash. It was an accident.” Bucky exclaims. “Stark’s paying me now, so I’ll make sure to pay for any damage to the apartment.”

You glare at him for a second then watch as Steve finally closes the distance to you, grabbing hold of your waist as he reaches you. “You look beautiful today, hon.”

You don’t look at him, hating him for needing Bucky. “Thanks.”

He gives your hips a squeeze, knowing you well enough to know you’re struggling. “Y/N…” He pleads.

“How the hell are we going to clean this up?” You wonder, staring at the mess at your feet.

“Buckets?” Bucky suggests.

Steve looks at him and you can see the blush on his face and the love in his eyes as he looks at Bucky. You cross your arms across your chest, curling in on yourself feeling thoroughly left out.

“Yeah, I’ll go get some. I’ll be ten minutes, max.” Steve turns back to you and searches for your eyes. You meet his and struggle to keep your pining subdued. “Ten minutes, hon. Then you can tell me how your meeting went, okay?”

“I don’t need you to coddle me, Steve.” You argue, hating this feeling.

Steve sighs and leans in to kiss you quickly, just a peck, before he gives Bucky a pleading gaze. He turns and then he’s gone.

Both you and Bucky wait until you hear the front door close before either of you move. You look at him and he gives you a nervous grin.

“At least I was still here this time, right?” Bucky asks, chuckling nervously as he watches you.

You frown at him and move into the laundry room, careful with your steps as you approach the washing machine to get a look at the mess inside. “Give me that basket.”

Bucky moves to the red plastic basket you’re pointing at and then heads towards you with it.

“You don’t have to come over here. Just hand it over.” You complain, reaching for it

“You’ll fall.” Bucky insists.

“Bucky, just give me the damn basket.” You growl and reach for it.

“You’ll hurt yourself, darling, stop being so stubborn.”

“Bucky!” You argue and make a final swipe for the basket.

Which is stupid because the floor beneath your bare feet is so slippery even Steve was having trouble keeping himself upright.

You yell shrilly as your feet suddenly swing out from underneath you. The basket goes flying but you’re suddenly caught in strong arms as Bucky rushes forward to swing himself over you. He slips too which is why he’s spinning himself around so that as both of you land on the soapy floor, he lands underneath you.

Gasping in surprise you hold onto Bucky’s shoulders, clinging to him as your mind and heart catch up with each other. You idiot. You just fell.

Underneath you Bucky is also breathing heavily but then he’s laughing, throwing his head back into the suds which turn his hair white. “You’re so damn stubborn.”

You grunt and pull against his grip because his hands are holding your waist against him, hooked into the curve of your body above your bottom.

“Let me go, James.”

“Awe, no, don’t go back to calling me James.” He complains.

“Will you just let me go?”

“No. You’ll fall again and if you break your neck on my watch, Steve’ll kill me. He really loves you, you know that?”

Yeah, right.

“Y/N…” Bucky chastises you, apparently knowing where your thoughts are.

“Bucky, please let me up.” You’re not blind, seeing his rippling muscles underneath you is quite a sight.

You can’t blame Steve for wanting Bucky if he looked like this always. He’s exquisite, just like Steve. Super Soldiers of perfection.

“Do I make you nervous?” He suddenly asks, stunning you.

“Bucky.” You growl, intent on not showing him how hot your neck and ears have suddenly gotten.

“Alright, alright, but let me help you.”

Carefully he helps you up and onto your feet and with hi metal arm wrapped securely around your waist from behind—is he wearing underwear under those sweats? You really doubt it, you can feel everything—he waddles you towards the doorway and lets you go when you’ve cleared the frame.

You give Bucky one final look of uncertainty before you stomp towards the bathroom to get a towel to clean yourself off.

Toweling your arms and your dress, you stare into the mirror above the sink and watch as Bucky slides into the frame, leaning against the open door.

“Why don’t you like me?” Bucky asks, genuinely curious.

He doesn’t look sad or upset, just curious and it’s surprising so you just stare at him for a few moments before you lift your left leg up a little to wipe at the suds on your calf.

“Why do you think I don’t like you?” You wonder, off hand.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re not exactly ecstatic that I’m living here with you and Steve. You haven’t exactly rolled out the welcome wagon.”

“I’m planning your party, what the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s a dinner. And you’re only doing it because Steve asked you to.” Bucky points out.

“Bucky…”

“Is it because of me and Steve? I know that you two have a life together, I’m not here to try and tear that apart.” He promises, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats which tug his pants down a little lower.

Your eyes inadvertently wander down to that deep V of his hips and you clear your throat while quickly averting your eyes.

“I never said you were.”

“But you act like it every time Steve and I…I missed him, Y/N. I mean, I didn’t know that I missed him until he came to get me, but I missed him. I’m sorry if that’s hard for you. He and I never got the chance to really just…be together.”

“I know that, Bucky. I’m not trying to keep you two apart. In order for Steve to be happy he needs you in his life.” You sigh heavily, resting your hands on the edge of the counter as you drop the towel beside the sink and shake your head. “He loves you.”

A subtle heat suddenly wafts over your back, bringing your eyes back up to the mirror. Bucky stands behind you, staring at you over your left shoulder as he towers over you. He’s slightly shorter than Steve but not by much. Your eyes wander over the scars of his arm briefly and you feel bad for what he had to go through. Finding Steve was a miracle for both of them.

As you meet his steel blue eyes with your own through the mirror, you find your breath catching from the softness in his eyes.

“You’re not exactly like other dames, are you?”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He smiles, amused. “Why don’t you like me?”

Your heart stutters with his renewed question and you turn around to look up at him. He’s a lot closer than you first thought and you’re very aware of his chiseled chest and his soft dark brown hair tucked behind his ears. He looks good. Better than you’d ever been willing to admit before. This is getting complicated.

“I don’t not like you.” You argue gently.

Bucky’s hand suddenly pulls the towel you’d been using to clean up around your shoulders. He grips it on both ends, wrapping you in as he pulls the corners in his tight fists which brings you closer so that you’re resting inches from his body.

“So, you like me?” He grins down at you, softening it so that it’s more intimate than gentle teasing.

Your stomach tumbles, somersaulting rapidly as your nerves spring to the precipice of madness. How does he dare bring himself this close to you?!

“I-I said I don’t not like you. There’s a difference.” You counter as he leans in towards you, his hot breath wafting over your lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” You whisper as his slightly damp lips meet yours.

You groan because for a moment it almost tastes like you’re kissing both Steve and Bucky at the same time. Steve’s taste is still on his lips and you shudder in his arms, overcome with pleasure as he pulls you closer, trapping your hands against his bare chest.

He pulls back, to lick his lips, staring at your own as his thumb wipes soapy bubbles from your cheek.

“What are you doing?” You ask him in a whisper.

“I don’t not like you too.” He whispers back and tilts his head the other way before he kisses you again just as you begin to laugh.

This time you force your arms out from between the two of you and wrap them around his neck to push yourself up onto your tiptoes and moan against his lips.

He chuckles against your lips and pulls back to push more suds off your cheeks.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“Mm?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” Bucky exclaims quietly then pulls you in for another kiss, this time pressing his tongue against your lower lip which prompts your lips apart so that he can slip his tongue in to mingle with your own, sliding deliciously in exploration.

“Mmmm.” You moan once more, refusing to think about how long you’ve been fighting the urge to kiss him too.

A clearing throat interrupts you and Bucky pulls back, breaking your kiss with a loud smack.

Still wrapped in his arms, both you and Bucky look towards the door and find Steve with his arms crossed over his wide chest, his face fixed into a frown.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” Bucky says quickly.

“Really?!”

“Okay, it’s exactly what it looks like.” Bucky relents.

“Bucky!” You complain, trying to worm out of his grip but he tightens his arms around you.

“What? Lying gets us nowhere. Come on, can’t we just give in to this? It was going to happen eventually, and I’m tired of sleeping by myself.” Bucky whines.

“I didn’t know Bucky Barnes was such a whiner.” You argue.

“Come on! Please, let me sleep with you guys. I hate that big empty bed.”

“Why are you so need?” You fight.

Steve rolls his eyes and disappears into the hall.

An hour and a half later, both you and Bucky approach Steve who has been in the kitchen cooking while you and Bucky cleaned the laundry room trying hard not to kiss again and also trying hard to figure out what this means for all three of you.

Steve, who’s already sitting at the table, is busy serving three plates with barbecue glazed chicken, corn, broccoli, and brown rice.

“Steve?” You probe, but he doesn’t turn to look at you.

“Steve?” Bucky tries but Steve only pours three large glasses of sweet tea and sits back down.

“Hey, this isn’t fair.” You finally growl, exploding with the guilt you feel over him catching you making out with Bucky. “How do you think I’ve felt every single time I walk in on you and James doing stuff?”

“Awe, darling, not James again.”

“You’re James when you make me jealous!” You tell him angrily and poke his chest with your index finger.

Ow. Muscles.

“Steve,” You push on. “I know that was probably really surprising to walk in on, but I can’t ask you to give up Bucky because I know you love him and Bucky deserves to be happy, too. Both of you do. And…he’s…a pain in my ass most of the time but he can also be really sweet, mostly when you’re not around. I didn’t realize that I’d started to not dislike him until the past month.”

“A whole month?” Bucky asks, blushing as he reaches over and places his hand on your hip, tickling you there over your dress.

“Bucky,” You chastise him.

“What? I just didn’t know you’ve liked me for so long. Kinda makes me wanna kiss you again.”

“Seriously? Right now? I’m trying to keep my boyfriend, dumbass. Can’t you just…zip it? Or something?”

Bucky laughs. “You found us a funny one, Steve.”

You glare at Bucky but when you turn to look at Steve, he’s smiling softly, which stuns you into silence.

“Can we tell her? Please? This is torturing her.” Bucky begs Steve and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Come here, hon.” He says, opening his right arm for you to beckon you closer.

You hurry to him, eager to be in his good graces but also plotting how you’re going to get back at both of them for this because it sounds like they’ve talked about this, the three of you, being a possibility before.

He pulls you onto his lap and pushes your hair back off of your shoulder. “Listen, Y/N, Bucky’s not lying. We’ve been talking about how we can keep this thing—the three of us under one roof—going. I know that it’s been hurting you to see me with Buck and I just said it off-hand, ‘Wouldn’t it be great if you and she got together?’ I only half meant it. Less than half. I don’t want to share you.”

“And I don’t wanna share you.” You assure him.

“I’m totally okay with being shared.” Bucky chimes in and both you and Steve laugh.

“He’s my best friend.” Steve whispers to you, though Bucky can clearly still hear the two of you. “I-I can’t live without him, Y/N. I love him.”

“I know. And…honestly Steve, so do I.” You sigh but then feel two large arms wrap around you.

“You love me, darling?” Bucky asks, his deep voice serious in your ear.

The new tone makes him sound so different you almost doubt whether he’s the same person.

“You drive me crazy.” You tell him, turning to look at him.

He pulls back to look you in the eyes but keeps his arms around you, settled on his knees.

“But yes. I do love you Bucky. I don’t know why-”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But I love you.”

Bucky reaches up to pull you down for a long hot kiss, emotional and heavy with meaning before he pulls back and looks at Steve.

“Can we do this?” He asks, unsure and still serious which is throwing you.

You haven’t seen Bucky be this sincere since Steve brought him home and he met you for the first time.

Steve smiles down at Bucky before he leans down to meet his lips in a slow burning kiss, years of love and devotion pouring into it and for the first time, you’re not jealous. You really do just want them to be happy together. Hopefully they have room in their hearts for you too?

When Steve pulls away, he smiles lovingly at Bucky then turns to you and pulls you into a burning kiss, new love, searing and needy pouring into you from his lips.

“We can do this.” He says as he pulls away.

“Fuck yeah.” Bucky celebrates then gets to his feet. “Who wants ice cream?”

“We don’t have ice cream.” You laugh, leaning in against Steve’s chest while still perched on his lap.

“I’ll go get some. I’ll just run to the bodega downstairs. No fun stuff until I get back.” He insists, pointing at you specifically.

“Why are you telling me?”

“I’ve been listening to you and Steve for months. You’re the animal in bed. No fun stuff, darling. Wait for me.” He rushes out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

“Put on a shirt, dumbass!” You shout after him then turn to kiss Steve senseless. You’ve got a few minutes of personal make out time and before your two-some becomes a three-some, you’re going to milk this alone time as much as you can.

Steve laughs against your lips, then cups both sides of your face as he pushes that kiss farther and slides his hand up to the zipper on your dress.

“Hey!” Bucky shouts from the kitchen doorway.

Steve’s hand releases your zipper.

“Wait for me.” Bucky orders and you hear the Winter Soldier in his tone and somehow it just turns you on more making you itch for his quick return.

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imagine-wannaone · 7 years

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Yoon Jisung Royalty Au

Y’all really love Jisung and honestly, same.

•You love life in the city, • You grew up moving back and forth between the hustle and bustle of the city and to your family’s farms in a small village in the country, so yanno, an equal balance, • But yeah, you decided to start a buissness in the city after years of internal debate and struggle ™ (because decision making is hard and scary okay), • Because whilst growing up you had strong tactics in making friends: • Baked goods. • 10/10 good thinking, well done. • Because you moved back and forth, it was kinda hard to maintain friendships? • So you did what any wise 9 year old would do: • Bought their friendship (Probably didn’t have to but you likes making cakes anyway so eh), • No, seriously though, people then understood you were really friendly and kind, and it was always good with old friends because it was like a ‘sorry you haven’t seen me in 6 months but look I have pastries’ • So, baking was like a safety blanket with good connotations, and you were seriously awesome at it. • Family recipe? Pffft, you made the family recipe. • So what better investment than a small bakery in the city? • People in the city missed the home cooked feeling you could bake and if business was quiet you could people-watch through the glass front, the royal palace nearby drawing in lots of tourism, • So you make your cakes and chat with regulars in your dainty little bakery, aesthetic goals, • You’re slipping some warm cookies into the glass showcase that you use as your counter when your bell jingles, telling you that you have your first customer, • You smile at the man sliding through your pastel blue door; he’s elegant looking, clean, and you can feel his aura instantly, holding himself well, • His face is covered with a mask, a common accessory, especially in the colder weather, and a bobble hat pulled down adorably all the way down, so you can’t see much of his face, • Although his eyes seem somehow piercing, they’re warm and gentle looking and you can tell the man in front of you can’t be much older than yourself, • You greet him and then make yourself look busy with some cinnamon buns so he doesn’t feel any pressure to buy anything, • “Have you had this place long?” • His voice makes you jump, and you laugh at yourself for being so skittish, but the man’s voice is smooth and oddly familiar, • “Only around 9 months, but I’ve been baking since I was small,” • You see his eyes crease, indicating a smile that warms your heart, • “I enjoy cooking but I never get the time to do so,” • You take your time in appreciating how he pronounces every syllable of what he says, making him sound like he means every word, • You have a feeling he could say 'shrek is a cinematic masterpiece’ and you’d believe him whole heartedly, • “That’s sad, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what stops you? You should be able to do what makes you happy,” • “I have a family business which makes time quite scarce, and I do not entirely know how to make anything as complex as these chocolate cookies,” his tone is quite and almost sorrowful, but lilts upwards at the end, joking, • You can’t hold back the giggle that escapes your lips, although his words hang slightly on your heart, • You push the sliding door open and scoop 4 of the large chocolate cookies into a paper bag, taping down the top with a flourish and presenting it to the man with an exaggerated bow, as if he was royalty, • *nervous laughter* • The man behind the counter starts searching his pockets, but you cross your arms with a soft smile, • “Free for such a lovely first customer,” • He begins to refuse but you sigh and lightly push his hands away from searching his pocket, • Because you’re nothing but bold AmIRight, • His hands are covered in some black silk gloves, a clue that keys in with his speech that this man may be of higher class, • Despite the gloves, his warmth radiates through them and sends a small shiver up your back, • (Someone walking over your grave my ass), • “Listen, if you can’t do what you enjoy, you should at least get to enjoy the finished product,” • The man looks reluctant as you watch something shift in his coffee coloured eyes, but nods anyway, • And that is not the last encounter with this regal man, • He starts to come every other day, making his way through your whole menu, and the two of you becoming casual friends, • You have a habit of watching his eyes, desperate for any type emotion you can read, • You always have the radio on and if there’s no customers you’ll dance and, on rare occasions, get the man to do a jig with you, he swirls you around and it takes an extra 5 seconds for you heart to stop spinning, • You test new bakes on him, and you can always count on him to tell you the honest truth, • You hug him spur of the moment sometimes, When he comes into the shop or helps you in any way, • Self control, what’s that? •He always freezes at first and then melts into you, wrapping one arm around you, • If he ever has a minute of spare time he’ll people-watch with you, • His shady and sassy comments always make you crack up, • “Those kids running, they have not yet experienced the cruel world,” • “Jisung they look to be 6, I hope they haven’t,” • or • “ That dog looks to have more swag than you, Y/N,” • So yeah you develop a slight crush on this complete stranger, • Who suspiciously has never taken his mask off but you don’t pressure him, • But tbh how couldn’t you fall for this guy, • Jisung, • He obviously thought the name Jisung was common enough not to raise suspicions about who he was but, • It’s when he tells you his name that you put the pieces together, • Expensive clothes, articulate, little time to himself because of his 'family business’, always covering his face, • Jisung is the name of one of your country’s princes, to be particular, the one who will inherit the throne, the oldest of 11, • And then you start realising things, • How much Jisung composes himself, and how precious the moments he lets himself go are, • Grace and elegance seem to be drilled into him, • His eyes seem to be wise beyond his years, observing and omniscient, the way they track you with a caring sheen making you trip over your own feet, • The way his eyes take in every detail about your baked goods and cozy little shop, • How he always seems to take deep breaths, inhaling the sweet smell of cooked bread that you always have in your store, • Because how could you be a bakery without having that classic smell™, • And how he always seems to buzz and relax in your shop, in the early hours of the day before any customers will arrive, how much softer he is in your shop than he ever is on TV or at royal gatherings or in public, • Upon your discovery, yeah, you have a mini mental breakdown because you’ve been chatting to the future king so casually and he likes your pastries!!!!! • But you don’t tell him you found out, or act differently, because if he wanted you to know he’d tell you, • But man have you fallen head over heels for this gentle, regal Jisung, • “I was thinking, whenever you have the tiniest amount of spare time, head right here. I’ll show you how to bake those brownies you always eye up as if they offer you the answer to your dreams,” • Oh boy, does your heart do the pla dunk when you ask him, trying not to sound awkward or desperate, • But at this point, do you really care? Jisung will judge you anyway, • He laughs and your heart soars because YOU could make that melodic sound come to life, • The next morning when your bell dingles, and your heart warms like always when in Jisung’s aura, • “I thought I’d take you up on your offer,” • Jisung’s stood at the door, an apron in hand and you laugh as he ties it over his jumper, •One of the superman aprons, he’d obviously seen before that you had the wonder woman one, •" But, uh, Y/N, I have something to, ah, tell you?“ He seems nervous, shifty and a little jittery before he pulls himself together to stand tall and confident, probably what he’d been taught to do, before leaning forward onto the counter, • "Would it, perhaps be, I don’t know, the fact that you’re Prince Yoon Jisung, the nation’s cutie?” • You also lean forward in your counter, your faces closer than predicted, but you use all of your willpower, • A l l of your will power, • To focus on Jisung’s reaction, • His eyebrows shoot to the sky and he straightens immediately in surprise, • “What, y-you knew?” • “Us commoners aren’t that slow, Jisung,” You tease, pulling at his mask and nabbing his hat to slide into your own head, grinning at him, the low light bouncing off his chocolate hair, matching his eyes, • It takes a solid 15 minutes for you to stop giggling at the amount of shocked questions Jisung fires at you, and he seems incredibly revealed you haven’t changed the way you act around him, • But then he admits he wants to bake with you, • And Ho Boy, who are you to refuse a man of achieving his dreams? • So you’re showing Jisung how to make your secret recipe chocolate orange and lime cupcakes (it works with the magic of your hands trust me) when Jisung kinda just stops stirring and just stares at you, • And your like bruh have I got it on my face? I mean you aren’t complaining about the attention but you’re v on edge at his open staring, • “I’m to inherit this whole country, but all I want to do is spend the rest of my days in this bakery with you Y/N, and I can’t bring myself to care that that’s wrong,” • What’s this? You’ve flat lined? Me too bro, me too, • “Everyone’s allowed to have a dream Jisung,” • You smile through your radiating red cheeks and heart that doesn’t want to beat to the right rhythm, • “What if it didn’t have to be a dream, Y/N, would you let me stay here? With you?” • Tbh, you don’t even need to say anything, that soft smile is all he needs, • But through this whole conversation, he has some chocolate mix resting on the corner of his lips and yes this is very important and heart racing but the chOcOlAte MiX Is DisTRacTinG, • So you lean forward to kiss him, the icing seemingly melting into the kiss as well as the two of you, • It’s sweet, quite literally, and slow and exactly like a prince charming, • His hands skim your back and you drape your arms over his shoulders and his hair’s damn soft and there’s fireworks, • It all sorta tumbles from then on, • Jisung has many, many, m a n y negotiations with his family about what he wants to do, • Upside to having 10 brother’s, at least one of them won’t mind taking the throne instead, • And the king and queen are understanding and you pretend not to know they’re a little pissed atm about all the hassle for your own health if nothing else,(They love you after a while dw), • News of Jisung sorta stepping down from royalty to co own a tiny bakery spreads like wild fire and the bakery is swarmed with press and people and pure hell, and some people think it’s cute and your adorable but some think you’re a gold digger and he shouldn’t step down from royalty for something so stupid,

• Honestly it’s a lot to take in and there are several emotional points where you question whether this was the right idea but then Jisung walks over to you with some new cookies, warm heart and comforting words and everything’s okay, • but within a year it’s died down, although you definitely still get some press or whatever it’s not so bad, • You meet Jisungs’ brothers, which is an adventure™ oh boy, and your family all swoon for Jisungs’ proper manners and royal charm and at first you feel incredibly judged by the king and queen but then you settle down and everything’s calm,

• Then one day you realize you’re a flippin’ princess! You visit the royal palace and are in love with a prince and this is definitely not how you planned your life but can you complain? • And most importantly, the two of you sell the best cinnabons in the country partly due to the fact you’re both cinnamon rolls, okay? So soft and sweet.

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Appearing before The Dramacourt: Just Between Lovers Eps 11 and 12

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Issues:

Whether Ma Ri’s story is compelling.

Whether Kang Doo’s strength is admirable.

Whether Kang Doo’s condition is more serious than we initially thought.

Whether Kang Doo set the “boyfriend” bar very high.

The Rule(s):

Very much.

Totally.

It seems like it is.

Very, very high.

Analysis:

RedRosette J: So as predicted, this week was an emotional punching bag. Going from extreme sadness in one episode to extreme happiness in the next. Episode 11 was extremely difficult to watch. At least for me it was. I had to pause it several times to take a breath and wipe away tears. Junho was amazing as the heartbroken Kang Doo saying goodbye to Grandma. It felt so real, so raw and the hurt was everywhere. I can’t think of anyone watching this who wouldn’t want to hug and console Kang Doo. Junho was so awesome that you didn’t need subtitles to understand Kang Doo’s pain (I was impatient so I watched it RAW). 5 stars to Junho!

Again, in these episodes the construction drama took a backseat as episode 11 dealt with Grandma’s death and immediate aftermath and showed our beloved characters mourning the death of their friend. Episode 12 switched gears as Kang Doo finally made the choice to be happy and live his life like Grandma wanted with Moon Soo. *insert endless cuteness*

OMG how sad is this?

Nooooo Grandma!!!!

*sobs*

Poor Kang Doo

Even in grief, things have to get done

BOO!

A very Grandma-like wake

All he needs is a hug honestly

Making deals on Grandma’s behalf like…

Throughout episode 11, Kang Doo struggles to reconcile his current way of life with what he wants for his life, all the while mourning Grandma’s death. Moon Soo gives him the space he needs to mourn Grandma, but all the while lingering in his vicinity to let him know that she’s there and that she’s not going anywhere. She’s honestly one of the better written female leads in a kdrama. She knows how he feels about her despite his attempts to push her away and even though it hurts, she knows not to take it seriously. Like when he uses Kang Han Na’s character to upset her, she knows he’s doing it to upset her. Moon Soo, too, intentionally flusters him by getting all up in his face because she knows the effect that she has on him and that he can’t keep pushing her away for much longer. Anyone looking at Kang Doo’s face can tell that he’s literally using all his resolve to stay away from her.

She knows how flustered he’s going to get LOL

Smart girl Moon Soo

Everyone knows he was trying to make her jealous

This is literally the one time she didn’t look like a total psycho

I also appreciated that Moon Soo’s circumstances at her work reflected a very real problem that women face in the workplace. If there is a situation where there may be a romantic entanglement in the workplace, it inevitably comes back onto the woman. The CEO having a crush on her ended up being more difficult for her because her co-workers started blaming her for getting assignments because she was having a fling with the boss. I love that Moon Soo stood up for her self when the Team Leader was passive-aggressively dropping hints that she seduced the Boss for her benefit. This type of work place harassment is not okay and good on Moon Soo for shutting that down! I just wish that the CEO guy could get his shit together and be a better boss and avoiding putting his employees in situations like this.

Setting things straight

Shutting down passive aggressive co-workers like…

The Director also got a good (and well deserved) kick in the ass when Ma Ri (I had to look up Noona’s name) shut his horrible attitude towards people down. I’m sorry but he needs to learn to respect people. Just because he’s the director of a large corporation doesn’t mean that he gets to stomp around and be mean to everyone. Him being an ass about Grandma was more than Ma Ri could take. Her shutting him down had a much bigger impact on him than Kang Han Na’s character saying the same to him earlier on in the episode. Regardless of who you are, the dead should be respected.

Nah fam….that’s not right

One thing that really resonated with me was when Kang Doo brings Sang Man with him when he goes off to pay the last of his debt. This gesture that means so much. Sang Man is essentially Kang Doo’s best friend and bringing Sang Man along to his most triumphant moment is a celebration (which probably explains the suit) and I totally understand wanting to do it with the person who’s seen you struggle through it all. And for Kang Doo that is definitely Sang Man. In more ways, Sang Man has been a constant in Kang Doo’s life with his unwavering, nonjudgmental friendship and I completely understand Kang Doo being grateful for it. Good and true friends are hard to come by and Kang Doo got really lucky with Sang Man.

#swag

Eating with your bestie is the best thing ever!

Issue 1: Whether Ma Ri’s story is compelling.

RedRosette J: Ma Ri’s (Noona) story is very compelling. Tbh, I didn’t expect them to go this route with her story of how she met Kang Doo, but I like that they did because it raises interesting views about both her and Kang Doo. Domestic abuse is a horrifying reality for some women and the fact that bystanders judge and don’t intervene as it is happening is even more horrifying. The fact that Kang Doo tried to save Ma Ri from this horrible situation is why she has so much respect for him and why they are so close. I also love that Ma Ri is able to laugh about it now because it shows how far she’s come and how strong she’s become. She’s now this powerful woman who essentially controls rich men and is never going to let any man control her again. Her past experiences also explain why she’s so hesitant to date someone now. It provides more context for her previous conversations with Grandma about dating someone. I admire what Ma Ri has managed to build for herself even though the rest of society continues to judge her for it. This drama is excellent at showing us character growth and depth.

Hearing truths like…

This is horrible

Seriously awful

Kang Doo to the rescue!

Bravest boy ever!

Issue 2: Whether Kang Doo’s strength is admirable.

RedRosette J: I think that Kang Doo’s strength and character actually makes him much more impressive than CEO Boss in so many ways. Not only has he survived such a traumatic experience and come out of it (mostly) well, he is also someone who goes out of his way to help and be there for the people he cares about. He gives his everything to the people he cares about. The fact that little Kang Doo intervened to save Ma Ri from her abusive ex-boyfriend speaks volumes about his character which sets him apart from the average person. He stands up for what is right and never lets his “disability” with his leg overcome him. With Grandma he fought to the very end to help her live and with Moon Soo, now, he’s trying to do everything he can to make her happy. That is really admirable. He’s selfless in a way that is so simple and he makes it seem so effortless. This kind of inner strength is really admirable and I think he’s the better man!

This hurt to watch

I was crying right there with him

It gets better Kang Doo…

Time heals all wounds

Finally rescued

When you finally pay off your debts

When the roles are reversed

Issue 3: Whether Kang Doo’s condition is more serious than we initially thought.

RedRosette J: I’m still really hoping that Jae Young discovers that those pills are vitamins and not actually painkillers! We discovered that the other guy had actually been dead for days next to Kang Doo in the building collapse. We don’t know whether he died after having the conversation with Kang Doo or whether Kang Doo imagined the whole thing. What we do know is that it had a profound impact on him to he point where he has hallucinations of this guy in his life now. I’m hoping that Kang Doo realizing that there was nothing he could do to save the guy will help him overcome the guilt that he lives with. Either that or the poor boy needs some real therapy. I really hope that the drama doesn’t go all gloom and doom and do something drastic like give Kang Doo a terminal illness or kill him off (DO NOT DO THAT. DO YOU HEAR ME? DO NOT!!) but at this point, things aren’t looking so bright on the health front for Kang Doo.

Get her those pills Moon Soo!

Hawwwt!!! ❤

Issue 4: Whether Kang Doo set the “boyfriend” bar very high.

RedRosette J: My favourite, favourite moment of this entire drama is when Kang Doo grabs onto Moon Soo’s hand and tell her that if she doesn’t walk away then, he’s not going to let go of her! *OMG SWOON* Let me just say, Kang Doo in boyfriend mode is the best version of Kang Doo. I LOVE the way he stares at Moon Soo like she’s his whole universe, goes out of his way to do things for her, and tries to be better for her. He took the bar to another level when he literally scaled her building to bring her ice cream when she was sick! It’s official. Nothing short of this is going to count anymore. And that kiss. Smooth boy, real smooth. I love the two of them being cute together and I really really hope we get more of it before the annoying construction drama starts piling on.

RedRosette J Aside: Here’s a montage of these two being cute.

Conclusion: Appeal Allowed.

Rating: 5 = KYAH! ❤ (As much as I cried in episode 11, episode 12 made me feel warm and fuzzy and everything about these episodes were amazing! I have no complaints!)

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