i guess that can be my outfit tag

Okay, so like, I know Whiskey has been kind of Problematic™ so far, but the boy has such a #look, ya know?

Anyway, I guess this is a companion to this piece I did before I even had a side blog of Tango wearing a flamenco tango outfit.

This is slowly becoming a series……

(Edit: Added a vignette for the #aesthetic)


@lysdal tagged me to post my lock screen, home screen, last song I listened to, and latest selfie (not really a selfie but ya) (and this poor cat he’s squirmy so he’s hard to hold)
I don’t tag anyone cuz idk who to tag so I guess if u want to do it you can

(Oh and what do ya know I’m wearing the exact outfit that’s in the pic today)

i dunno how to draw them yet Whoops

“Amethyst!? Peri!? Did we just- Holy Smokes!”

/-This is not a Leak-/
Piano Man

Summary: Reader is Steve’s twin sister and Bucky of course is his best friend. They both have feelings for each other but neither of them are smart enough to see it.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Cussing so far

A/N: Listen, this is really shitty. And I’m not sure if I’m going to continue it. I guess it depends on the feedback. Also very little bucky x reader in the first chapter, wanted to give a back story kinda. Also this is a working title. And if you want to be on some sort of tagging list just let me know. Also writing is not one of my best skills D: I just wanna get the bucky feels out.

“God, can this day get any worse?” The girl yelled loud enough for the people on the street to stop and stare. She held her middle finger in the air at the cab driver that splattered mud all over her outfit. The obscene gesture caused several audience members to gasp. “Oh boo hoo.” The girl glared at them at she started toward the apartment.

Just dropping out of college and pretty much being forced to move in with her twin brother since it would be unbearable to go back home to mom and dad was a pretty clear sign of how life was going. Shitty. She had absolutely no idea of what career she wanted to be stuck with for the rest of her life. Honestly, she didn’t know where she wanted to be in general. Sometimes a person just craves life experience. So leaving University seemed like the best option. It was in the middle of January, the time everyone was supposed to go back to their dorms and roommates. But she just couldn’t. That’s not where her heart was.

A loud sigh escaped past her lips as she lugged a giant suitcase up the stairs to Steve’s apartment, trying to go into this with a positive mindset. Being Steve Roger’s twin sister was probably one of the hardest things to deal with. He was perfect. He was physically attractive, his personality was brighter than the sun, and luck seemed to always be on his side. He always had girls pining after him and everyone wanted to be his friend. Growing up, he was a star football player, got a full athletic and math scholarship to a fancy private school uptown, and now here he was working for the Tony Stark, not even out of college yet. On the bright side, he never let all the popularity and success get to his head.

Y/n on the other hand? Nothing like Steve. Growing up she was often forgotten about. By friends, even family whenever Steve came around. Her name was rarely used. It was always:

“Hey! You’re Steve’s sister!”

“How does it feel to be Steve’s sister?”

“Isn’t that Steve’s sister?”

People pretended to be a friend just to get close to Steve, and that hurt like a bitch. So day in and day out for years, she tried so hard to be like Steve. But nothing worked, so by the time 8th grade rolled around it was decided that she was going to be herself. And it seemed everyone was mad about it, especially mom and dad. She became known to rebel, do whatever, whenever. Half the time the shenanigans went unnoticed, but when they were noticed? Oh boy, she was the worst person alive. Fighting, partying, sneaking out, skipping class, mouthing off, (etc.) was the only way she could bring attention to herself.

But even after all that, hating her brother wasn’t an option. He was her biggest supporter and hated how insignificant she stood with everyone else. Steve saw through the danger and careless vibe she gave off, and knew she was hurting. He always tried his hardest to be a confidence booster and was always quick to defend her whenever he got the chance, even when it came to mom and dad. He really was perfect, and she wanted to punch him for it.

Finally getting up the never ending staircase, she fumbled with the doorknob and stumbled into the apartment, cussing as she went. Considering this is the first time actually being in his apartment, she looked around drinking it all in and couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. It wasn’t like he was rich, but he had money. Of course he did, he was working for Tony Stark. So naturally, the apartment was beautiful and pretty spacious.

“Y/n! Let me help you!” Steve appeared around the corner when he heard the commotion coming from the front door. He grabbed everything from her hands and carried it with ease down the hallway. “I have your room all set up for you.” He said with that perfect smile, like he wasn’t doing her the biggest favor in the world. He showed his bedroom and the room that would be home for her until further notice, which also had a bathroom of its own. Thank God.

Sighing loudly, she looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed. “Listen, I’m sorry you have to board me for a while, I promise I’m going to find a job, or a boyfriend, or a roommate or something to try and get out of your hair.”

Steve shot her a don’t-start kind of look as he gently flopped the suitcase on what was now going to be her bed. And by god, did it look comfy. “Is this all you brought y/n?” Steve asked with a hint of pity in his voice.

Still too embarrassed, to meet his eyes, she started unzipping the suitcase to dig out clothes to wear after the apparent shower she was going to be taking. “I didn’t have much when I was living at the university, and it’s not like mom and dad ever gave me money. I never really had extra money from work either. So this is all I have.” She tried to play it off like she wasn’t self-conscious and wounded, but Steve saw through the façade and pulled her in for a hug, despite the wet stains that littered her clothes.

“Listen, I’d love to stay and catch up today, but I actually just called to have a meeting at Stark Tower. It was completely unexpected or I would have told you yesterday. You understand?” The look in his eyes definitely showed that he felt bad for bailing out on her, but then again she did just ask to move in the previous afternoon.

“Yeah sure! No big deal Stevie.” Steve hugged her so tight that she thought she heard a rib pop.

The shower had been just what she needed. Clean, refreshed and not muddy. Soon after the shower, Y/N had to snoop around. After discovering that Steve lived in a giant 4-plex, she counted 2 rooms, 3 bathrooms, a giant kitchen, and an open living room. It was decorated tastefully. Obviously colors she wouldn’t have gone with, but she wasn’t going to complain.

Y/n became so engrossed in looking at the décor on the walls that she didn’t see the small table in front of her. There was a loud thud as she hit the floor along with a loud crash of a fancy vase that had been on the table.

Literally 5 seconds after her incident she heard Steve’s front door swing open. “Steve? You okay? I thought I heard something fall…”

“shit shit shit.” The frantic tone in her voice was definitely evident. She knew that voice. She would know it anywhere. Why was he here?

Bucky fucking Barnes. Steve’s best friend. She hadn’t seen him in a year. Of course, she had been pretty close to him as well all throughout their childhood. He was one of the few people that called her by her name. Whenever the two were alone, he didn’t dare bring up Steve, unless she had first, knowing what’s always going on around her. Bucky was also very attractive and popular. But in a quirky kind of way. He was a musician. Every instrument he played, he did it beautifully. His favorite was the piano. She adored the piano. When he played for her, she always got swept away in watching his hands and seeing the smile in his eyes as he was completely consumed by his own music. No one would have guessed that he would be best friends with Steve Rogers, but they made sense in a way.

And obviously, y/n was in love with him. Always had been and probably always will be.  Sure she had had boyfriends through the years, some good ones. To be honest, she could probably get anyone that she wanted. But there was something about that man. Those blue eyes, his soft locks, that fucking smile. His voice was soothing and calm. God and the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs. That was her favorite thing. But he also had a darkness about him that just keeps bringing her back for more.

Before even thinking about reacting, Bucky stormed into the hallway where the accident had taken place. His face turned from worried to completely confused. It was obvious he was not expecting to see her. “Y/n?”

She hesitated and shrugged innocently. “Um… Don’t tell Steve?” Her words made him chuckle lightly as he walked over to her and crouched down next to her.

“Why am I not surprised?” His voice had a playful tone to it.

“Listen, it was an accident. I literally just moved in here today and I’m already breaking shit.” She complained out loud and Bucky chuckled again, causing her to smile in return. She stood up and started toward the light switch.

Before she could take a step, two strong arms pick her up bridal style. “You’re not wearing any shoes Y/N. We don’t need another accident.” Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she was positive Bucky could hear it. The pitter patter only increased when she the faint smell of cologne and his laundry soap filled her senses.  

He playfully threw her on the couch. “Just don’t break anything while I clean this up.”