Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2,993
Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.
There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.
Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.
Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.
I got quite some asks a while ago about “What does my fave say about me???” and I wanna answer all of them and also no new chapter which is crushing:
Class 1-A: Alphabetized
Aoyama Yuuga: you have horrible self-esteem issues and cover it up by attracting attention to yourself because you want the attention but have absolutely no idea what to do with it once you have it
Ashido Mina: a loud passionate person with a fondness for dress-up (everyday wear or costumes, it doesn’t matter) and people are shocked to find out your level of nerdiness because like… “you don’t look like a nerd…”
Bakugou Katsuki: a spitfire on the inside and sometimes on the outside. You spicy af and people tell you to tone it down. Was a genius in middle school but then found out about everyone else catching up. Has a SUPER fear of failure.
Hagakure Tooru: A cute little flower who blends into the background but never fear, all that gossip is here! People forget you a lot, but you’re used to it. Gotta keep that positive attitude!!!!
Iida Tenya: People tell you you’re weird a lot and they also tell you you’re annoying but you’re just trying to help. Smart af when it comes to what you know, but pretty clueless otherwise.
Jirou Kyouka: You have that one piece of clothing you love dearly and have owned for years and people are shocked to see you whenever you’re not wearing it. Actual music hoe. *takes out one earbud* whut
Kaminari Denki: Admit it you’re an irl troll face but deep down you’re actually the rarest of pepes. Just wants to be loved by friends but you also want a date to prom so jokingly-for-real ask people out on dates. It hasn’t really worked.
Kirishima Eijirou: You love The Gays™ or are irl gay yourself. You’re an actual cinnamon roll but you’re hella burnt on the inside so you’ve got a spine of steel. You love your friends and aren’t afraid to say it. HUGS FOR EVERYONE
Kouda Kouji: You little animal lover you~ <3 ! Shy and sweet, people tell you that you don’t talk much but you’re just anxious. Will talk about your passions until you pass out but if it’s in front of strangers then NO THANKS
Midoriya Izuku: Actual cinnamon roll just trying your best, you’re smart with what you’re passionate about but that also makes you a giant nerd. You have that one weird little quirk that nobody understands so you hide it a lot.
Mineta Minoru: You’re goofy and the squad clown but also naive af. Might not be noticeable on the outside but UR A SINNER HARRY. You read way too much fanfiction because actual porn feels weird/ is too much
Ojiro Mashirao: You like to stick to the background but you also want people to notice when you’ve achieved something so you’re stuck in this cycle of “I want this to look good but also original but not too weird but also cool but also…”
Satou Rikkidou: Your resting bitch face almost has yourself fooled but there’s nothing that can comfort you like food and your best bro can. Is really good at cooking. Part of the “Support Everyone But Forgets Yourself” Squad.
Sero Hanta: You come off as harmless but deep down you’re a disgusting memer waiting for the perfect moment to pun and meme. Your health is important, look at this article you printed off just for your friends’ cringe
Shouji Mezou: You’re quiet at first but hella observant so you can tell the moment to open up and let people see how harmless you are on the inside. Gentle soul who only want the best for others. Will kill/die to protect others.
Todoroki Shouto: You’ve been deeply hurt by someone you looked up to and you know you’re still messed up. You’re trying to grow away from the pain but it’s hard. A little wrapped up in your head, you want to love others again.
Tokoyami Fumikage: You know every word to “Welcome to the Black Parade”. You like really cool, dark and edgy things so your inner emo is Strong™. People tell you that you need to cool your chill and warm up. flip them the bird.
Tsuyu Asui: IRL perfect friend, you are the mom friend/ big sis friend of the group who makes sure everyone stays together and doesn’t do stupid shit. At least, doesn’t do stupid shit without you. Pokèmon was a lifestyle, once.
Uraraka Ochako: Looks innocent on the outside but will punch a guy if they step over that very clear line. Friends and family are to be protected at all costs. You’re so cheap, people laugh but in reality you’re scared to spend money.
Yaoyorozu Momo:Smart af and pretty too, you’re so used to things coming easily to you that you panic as soon as something seems hard. In group projects you’re the one that does 95% of the work. You’re (kinda) ok with this.
Alright, I covered Class 1-A first, but if your fave isn’t on this list, or you wanna look up your other faves, I left it all under the cut!
All Might/ Toshinori Yagi: Actual cinnamon roll trying their best to be a good guardian and lead those who are lost. Is the actual biggest dork around. Tries to be cool but simply… isn’t. We love you anyways. Pls take care of yourself too.
Eraserhead/ Aizawa Shouta: you’re extra salty in need of a nap and still care about everyone around you but still like to fuck with them to show you care. Is a cat person and feels like you can only get along with other cat people.
I can be polite and kind without actually caring or empathizing. The performance is not the same as the emotion. I do these things because it suits or benefits me, or because it’s required or expected, or out of force of habit, or because life is often simply easier and more pleasant when I am nice to people. Sometimes I’ll be kind because (when I’m feeling more or less stable) kindness is often an inexpensive behavior, emotionally speaking and in terms of effort expended, and I might as well make that minimal effort when it could have a positive outcome, like ingratiating myself with the recipient of my kindness. If I like you - this is distinct from caring about you in an empathetic sort of way - I’ll make an even greater effort to be kind or good to you.
I do not, however, perform this kindness out of the “goodness of my heart.” At its source, it is inherently not a genuine emotional response; it’s either calculated or it’s a habit.
But the fundamental insincerity shouldn’t discourage those to whom I’m kind or polite. If my words of encouragement bring you good feelings, don’t discard them because I felt no true compassion as I said them. If my expressions of concern bring you comfort when you are having a hard time, it should not matter that I do not feel what others feel when they say the same words.
I hope this confession does not forever spoil the magic trick, that you still accept my kindness and politeness in the manner (if perhaps not the spirit) in which it is given. The fact that I hope this because of how it will affect me, and not how it will affect you, should not matter. I might not genuinely wish you well in a squishy feelings sort of way, but in general I probably don’t actively wish you any particular harm either (violent thoughts notwithstanding). And if you’re one of the few people I actually like and respect, I probably do want you to be happy… as long as it’s not at my expense.
If in my efforts to be a good person, despite the challenges I face in that arena, I must be good out of pragmatism alone, that shouldn’t make it less valid. This is what I am capable of, and I interact with the world as best I can, given my limitations and yours.
Sure, there’s touching for sex. Dean loves sexy touching. Cas sucking hickeys into his thighs, over his hips and the flushed pink skin of his chest. Pressing their mouths together, hot and slack and demanding, tasting the sweat in the crook of Dean’s neck and then pushing his fingers so deep inside him that Dean writhes on the sheet and curses from the back of his throat.
But then with Cas there’s also this other sort of touching. The non-sexy kind that Dean’s not really had much experience with before.
Cas draws swirls with his long fingers on the pale underside of Dean’s wrist, up to his elbow and back down again. Cas kisses Dean’s waist, presses his nose into the flesh there, the pudge around his midriff that Dean pretends he doesn’t have. Sometimes he just lays his head on Dean’s stomach, breath tickling the bare skin, and Dean doesn’t really know what to do with that except push his fingers through Cas’s hair and think this is it, he is it for me.
Sometimes Cas touches their bare feet together, wriggles his toes against the arch of Dean’s foot. He’ll pet Dean’s hair, palm smoothing across his scalp, fingers brushing it away from his forehead. He’s spent hours cataloging every line and wrinkle on Dean’s face, the bridge of his nose and bow of his lips, just looking and tracing and smiling, until Dean’s smiling back.
And some of the places he pays attention to are just dead fuckin’ weird; the ticklish spot on the back of Dean’s knee, the crease of his armpit, the bony bit of his ankle and the fine hair on his temple and the sensitive spot behind his ear.
Cas tells Dean all this shit, too. He shares his thoughts about cats and The Real Housewives of Atlanta and pasta and homegrown vegetables and thrift stores versus Walmart. He talks about how Dean is everything, about how Dean is vaster than the universe and brighter than the sun. Quiet words whispered right as he’s falling asleep but Dean doesn’t forget, could never.
Dean’s not a poet. But he tells Cas he loves him, gasps it out, really, the letters tumbling off his tongue like they’ve been waiting all this time. And Cas scoops them up and holds them close, Dean can see it in the deep blue of his eyes, and he presses their foreheads together, kisses Cas’s plush mouth, takes the air from his lungs and loves him loves him loves him because Dean is just a man but Cas is everything and Dean is so happy he can hardly breathe.
“The first draft of my vows - which I wrote the day after we got engaged - clocked in at around seventy pages. But I don’t have them with me today… Here’s what I’ll say, then. The things you have done for me - to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy - go above and beyond what any person deserves. You’re all I need. I love you and I like you.” “I love you and I like you.”
hello~ I love your blog so much?? you write everyone so accurately and
realistically! if its not too much to ask, could you please write one
where you always see WinWin walking his dog around campus and always ask
to pet it?? I’m sorry this is so random, but thank you in advance^^
You really like that time of day when the cute boy with the fluffy Chow comes and meets you.