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Love Letters- Hansol (Vernon) Fluff (Highschool!AU

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog

Request: Hi! Can you do an imagine where the reader is extremely shy and so is hansol but they manage to talk through notes. Soon they start gaining confidence and talk to each other more and they notice they like each other. Can it be a highschool au as well?? Sorry if this is too vague!

Word Count:1154

Member/Group: Hansol of SEVENTEEN

Summary: ‘Whenever I see you, I can’t ever speak, so I wrote it down instead.’

A/N: I am having an amazing day and I just had to write! I mean, I actually got asked to a dance at my school by a boy that I’ve known for a while and now I’m just a bit jumpy I guess.

Author: seventeen-central’s Admin Cloud (I’m going to begin signing all my imagines to avoid confusion!)


 “Hello, students. Bring out your journals, today we will be writing short stories.” Mrs. Park finished writing the assignment on the board before going to enter grades into her computer.

 You quickly turned your seat to look behind you at the boy you had become well acquainted with over the school year. His dark, hazelnut eyes glanced up as a smile played on his lips. A warm, pink blush tinted your cheeks before you gathered your things. Without Mrs. Park even noticing, you tip toed and slid into the empty seat next to the quiet boy.

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rosymamacita

Summary:

Bellamy makes it to Polis and meets up with Clarke. She’s dressed in her grounder outfit and it brings up too many old feelings. Something’s got to break this tension, and he has an idea. Why not, right?

Notes:

i tried to finish this last night but was too tired. and i want to get it out today before the actual bellarke reunion, so here i am posting it.

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When Bellamy and Octavia got to Polis, Octavia went to the battle tent, but they sent him directly to the Sky Crew headquarters. It looked like they were once part of meeting place, maybe a bar. He didn’t care. He’d done his duty and brought his sister here. He was tired of fighting, but what else was left?

“She’s waiting for you,” the guard said, and thumbed him towards a back room. He didn’t have to ask who was waiting for him. He sighed heavily. He’d tried to be like Jasper and just let it all go, but he couldn’t. He cared too much and even if he couldn’t save anyone who didn’t want to be saved, he still wanted to. So he was just. Tired.

Bellamy passed through the tattered curtain, and there she was. He didn’t like the way his heart beat sped up at the sight of her. That was a lie. He did like it. He was all of a sudden not tired. Her hair was woven into braids on top and left to wave loosely down the sides, flowing down her back. So pretty. But she was wearing that awful grounder coat that weighed her down.

It reminded him of how she was when she came back to them. Of how she was when she was away from them. How she’d chosen to leave them and become a grounder and be with Lexa. And love someone else. And be with someone else.

Just like he couldn’t save someone who didn’t want to be saved, he couldn’t make someone love him who didn’t love him.

“Nice outfit, Clarke. You going back to the grounders now that we’re allies?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. You know as well as I do that there’s not going to be any grounders or sky people after this. It’s all gone. It’s just people.”

His gun weighed heavily on his shoulder. “Fine. But how about you tell them that. They still think this is some sort of war, and not the end of the world.” He was so tired. Everything was a fight.

“They don’t really listen, do they? The way they settle things here is through battle. And if we don’t battle, if we don’t take part in their conclave, then it will be war. We don’t have time for war.”

“We don’t have time for anything.”

“I know. So that’s why I’m wearing the outfit. It’s for the ceremony. To show that we’re all one people. You need to wear one too.”

“I do? Why me? The guards out there aren’t wearing grounder outfits.”

“What do you mean, why you? Because you’re…you.”

He laughed and it did not reach his heart. “Who am I, Clarke? Really.”

She gaped at him for a while as if she were confused by his antagonism. Maybe she should be. He didn’t know why he was mad at her, other than how she hadn’t been there with him in Arkadia, even though it was his choice to go back. And how he still remembered his night with Bree and how he’d wished it was her and the dry thought made him despair. And how the sight of her in that coat made him want to rip it off of her and throw it away, and hold her close and kiss the scars on her chest.

“Bellamy,” Clarke said, holding the outfit out to him. “We all have to dress the part. It’s for the ceremony. They won’t accept us if we don’t…”

“Don’t what? Play their game?” His eyes raked up and down her grounder outfit. “You always love to play their game, don’t you Clarke?”

Clarke gasped. “I’m just doing what I have to… for our people…” her protestations died on her lips.

“Sure, Clarke. For our people. I guess that means I have to dress like them too? Maybe I’ll find myself a grounder girl to fuck to get in with them. That’s how it goes, right?” He thought about how she went with Niylah the night before they left with the hydrazine. Ah. There was another reason he was angry at her. If he were feeling charitable, he wouldn’t blame her for that one. She was free to have sex with anyone she wanted. She didn’t owe him anything. They weren’t together.

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TSUKIPARA IS FINALLY HEREEEE!! (ノ≧ヮ≦)ノ*:・゚✧┻━┻ Feel free to add me as a friend! I haven’t had much time to spend in it yet but I already LOVE the game!! I’m a bit disappointed I didn’t get my precious prince Aoi (esp since I got his other half TT ) but I’m still super happy that I got Arata and Shun-sama!

Anyway on a personal note you might have noticed that I haven’t been around much lately - I’m actually in my last year of my degree and it’s so hectic since I’m studying, doing research, and on placement all at once OTL And any spare time I have now will probably be devoted to Tsukipara, IDOLiSH7’s part 3 (YAYYY!), and I’m also playing Horizon Zero Dawn lol. But even if I’m not around as much I still appreciate all my lovely followers and still willing to chat about anything and everything (*^^*)

anonymous asked:

lol, twice reacts to your internet browsing history regarding them

(note: I don’t do reaction posts but I was asked to, so I’ll just answer the ones I already got ^^)

Jeongyeon would be amused, Nayeon would be mildly annoyed and also shy, and Jihyo would be glad you were thinking about her and think that she looks good in all those online posts.

Originally posted by abitofeverythingstrange

Mina would carefully analyze your actions and act nonchalant but actually have a lot to say based on what you searched, Tzuyu would just shake it off, Sana would be like “So, I see that you have a strong interest in me. But why look at me online when you can talk to the real thing?” And Momo would just be extra about it and act all crazy with strange sounds effects and all. So you know, her usual self. 

Originally posted by abitofeverythingstrange

Chaeyoung would be amazed an speechless at first before acting cool about it, while Dahyun would seem chill and unaffected but actually be smug and happy. And although I said Tzuyu wouldn’t care, if it’s something she doesn’t like, you better watch your back XD

Originally posted by abitofeverythingstrange

anonymous asked:

What do you say is your weakness in job interviews? I know my weaknesses are all related to memory and executive functioning but all jobs want you to be organized...

Hi Anon!

One time I joked, “my ankles” while I tried to find time to think of an actual weakness. I got the job.

On a serious note, try and think of why they have asked you this question. Most of the time, they are hoping for you to give them a reason to not hire you, so your best defence against this is to twist this question around into just another reason you’d be great for the role!

For instance, your memory skills - you can say something like “I have had problems with my memory, but I manage it by ______”, or “sometimes I forget ______, but I’m never afraid to ask for a reminder, and being told twice means I can do a much more thorough job!” Try to think of the skills you’ve gained while working on or managing your “weakness”.

If you personally consider your dyspraxia to be a disability, you might be playing a slightly different ball game.

If you decide that mentioning your dyspraxia might wound your chances, don’t be afraid to pick a different weakness that’s unrelated to the dyspraxia. You don’t have to “admit” to having a disability unless you want to, and employers are not allowed to try and force you into disclosing that information. Keep in mind though, that discrimination laws only apply after you have informed them about your disability, which you can do at any point before or after you’re hired.

(On the other hand, if they have asked you if you have any requirements for the interview and you feel that your dyspraxia is disabling to you and that you’re willing to disclose this, you may be able to request to have the questions in advance, so you have time to prepare!)

I actually have an interview myself on Friday, so I know the struggle! Best of luck to you! - Tea

I CAN’T BELIEVE ED SHEERAN WROTE “NEW MAN” ABOUT HARRY STYLES

“he spent five hundred pounds on jeans”

“He’s got his eyebrows plucked and his asshole bleached”

“Tribal tattoos and he don’t know what it means”

“And wears a man bag on his shoulder, but I call it a purse”

“Drinks beer, but has a six pack, I’m kinda jealous”

“He wears sunglasses indoors, in winter, at nighttime”

“Now you’re eatin’ kale, hittin’ the gym”

Originally posted by imabeast78

I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

The next thing I saw in that episode was this line, which I don’t see talked about very often: 

I know! 

I’ve always thought that people think in separate forms: intellectually and emotionally. There’s a saying that the longest road is from the mind to the heart, and it’s really true. I intellectually understand that my friends and girlfriend like me, but I’m not at a point yet where I can emotionally understand that. Yuuri intellectually understands that Victor genuinely likes him and doesn’t want to quit, but he hasn’t emotionally grasped it yet. I’ve never seen anything portray anxiety like that; all the countless doubts flying through your mind at full speed that completely contradict what you know, but goddammit, they’re so loud and so frequent, you can’t help but believe it on some level. 

The reason Victor fucks up so bad in this scene is that he doesn’t fully understand what anxiety does and sounds like. Also, he was panicking himself and didn’t think it through, but that’s beside the point. I’m sure Victor adopts some of his coaching ideas from Yakov, and one of them is tough love. Yakov clearly cares about his skaters, but he pushes and pushes and pushes and Victor can respond to that with positive results. Victor makes the mistake of assuming tough love and pressure works for everyone. 

Oops, it doesn’t.

One of the most beneficial things you can do for a person with anxiety–in my own personal experience, that is–is to just be with them. I don’t need a lot, really, I don’t. I just need the people who love me to stand with me, beside me, a solid support, believe in me when I can’t believe in myself. Yuuri says that, too, which is really great. 

Yuuri is also guilty of avoidance behavior and, honestly, me as hell. 

Yuuri is locked in his own mind; he’s scared, doesn’t know how to deal with the problem, and finds himself thoroughly overwhelmed. Yuuri is a competitive person, but anxiety causes a fight or flight instinct–and Yuuri defaults to flight. Same honey, same. 

I’d like to take a moment to address the Minami one specifically, though. Not only does Yuuri not believe he is worthy of such attention, he believes that he hasn’t accomplished much at all in his life. Yuuri can only see the goals he sets for himself; he’s always desperately reaching forward, so much so that he can’t see the massive journey he’s made behind him. Yuuri refers to everything the year before–and possibly in reference to his skating before Victor’s coaching–as his ‘dark past.’

And then Minami corrects him by saying this:

I think that’s a massive testament to how drastically warped Yuuri views his own life to the way others do. It’s much too easy to compare one’s insides to another’s outsides, but that’s dangerous–Yuuri thinks that if he doesn’t do everything 100% correctly and perfectly all the time, he’s not worthy of any praise or prize. I have the same issue. 

All in all, Yuuri doesn’t mean to be an ass: he just doesn’t know how to address Minami so his flight instinct kicks in and he avoids. It isn’t something fully conscious, I think, it’s just a natural instinct to do this so Yuuri does it without thinking it through. 

He avoids Victor in ep4 for the same reasons. Yuuri is under a lot of pressure, he feels precarious, and he doesn’t know how to deal with this. Victor of course has to drag him out and get Yuuri head on to talk about what’s happening. Little side note about that, I love that Victor just sits on the beach with Yuuri until Yuuri starts talking. Victor waits. He makes it clear that Yuuri needs to talk to him, but he doesn’t invade Yuuri’s space. That’s really amazing. When I got together with my girlfriend, she very gently yet firmly had me say what I wanted in my own time. It’s important that I–and Yuuri, too–have the experience of being vulnerable so that I know if it happens again it won’t kill me.

Also also, this is supported by less evidence and more speculation on my part, but it’s been heavily implied that Yuuri really has little to no romantic or sexual experience: 

(Translation note: the term used in the show, ‘koibito,’ is a gender-neutral term for lover. It shouldn’t have been translated as 'girlfriend.’ The dub fixes this, however.) 

(Also, I’m laughing so hard at how excited Victor looks when Yuuri says he isn’t seeing anyone)

And until recently, I’ve had no romantic experience let alone sexual (ace-spectrum, hey-o!). I always avoided it because it left me vulnerable in a way that I really couldn’t handle. I have trouble now, still, but thankfully the people around me know my issues and can be patient. I think it’s entirely possible that Yuuri had the same problem for a long time; romantic entanglement is scary after all. It’s a level of intimacy that’s incredibly special and leaves you rawly vulnerable. You really have to trust the person you’re with to be able to lay yourself bare. In ep4, Yuuri tells the story about the 'pushy girl’ from Detroit: 

It’s been pretty well known, I think, that Yuuri is uncomfortable with physical touch especially during moments of what he perceives to be vulnerability. It feels intruding, he says, and I’m assuming it makes him feel pitied, too. Yuuri has been away from home for 5 years, but Minako and his family members make no move to hug him. 

I thought that was particularly intriguing. I’d like to do a post one day discussing Yuuri’s and Victor’s issues with personal space and touch, but that’s for a future date. Anyway, if you’re uncomfortable with physical touch, and already have issues trusting others (hello anxiety!), it’s really hard to get into a romantic relationship even if one is intensely desired. Trust me, I’ve been there. So, therefore, like me, Yuuri has like no experience lol. 

And finally, I’d like to address the whole GPF debacle. Both ones, really.

Let’s start with the Sochi GPF. 

I wrote a meta some time ago about the commemorative photo scene that you can read here, if you like. It’s a really important scene to support Yuuri as insecure and an unreliable narrator. A lot of what I’m gonna say here is covered in that post, with varying degrees of detail. 

So the first thing Yuuri does is call himself ‘dime-a-dozen.’ Um, no. One the surface level of the show, not only has Yuuri made it to the GPF, aka is among the top six skaters in the world, but he’s also the only male skater certified by the JSF within canon:

UM 

More into detail here, while Yuuri is looking at articles on his phone you can see one as well as hear the commentators speaking. Here it is:

(Translation note: “Katsuki Defeated: Still Needs to Work on Nerves” is SO MUCH SOFTER than what they actually said. The best translation I could do was closer to: “Katsuki Crushing Defeat: Caused by Mental Weakness.” Yes, they do use the term “mental weakness,” メンタルの弱さ, which Yuuri uses later on to describe himself. I didn’t really pay attention to the article at first, and wondered for so long where he got that phrase from! So I suppose that’s an example of how the media has run down Yuuri’s confidence, too.)

One of them–I think it was Honda–says that Yuuri didn’t perform as his usual self, implying that what they’re used to seeing is so much better than this. Not that Yuuri would have you believe it, though. 

Oh!! Somebody wrote a fantastic thing about Yuuri’s possible standings in the Sochi GPF after the SP. Please read it! 

Because Yuuri makes some, well, rather large mistakes in one program, he now believes that the programs beforehand are invalid and he’s irredeemable. Honestly, wow, me. 

Alright, let’s move on now to the Barcelona GPF. Er, well, after it really. Yuuri’s SP at Barcelona deserves a whole other post entirely, which I may do if people want to hear my theories. 

Anyway. 

I did mention this moment here, but it’s highly relevant to this too. Through this post, I’ve really entirely focused on Yuuri in the deepest pits of his anxiety, but I think now it’s time to appreciate the progress he’s made with a supportive and loving environment. 

As Yuuri stated in the ep5 speech (the one where he confesses his love for Victor on national TV lmao), he always felt that he was fighting alone. Anxiety is like wearing horse blinders, in a way; you end up turning so far inwards to wrangle your mind to even get through the day that you get tunnel vision of seemingly impossible goals. Yuuri has spent his whole life feeling that he is desperately struggling to reach the sky without any support from the ground. Yuuri mentions in the same speech that he’s now able to feel the love all around him that’s always been there, but I think it’s really sunk in for him when he thinks this in ep12:

That’s so, so important, not only to Yuuri as a character but to me. Yuuri can now recognize that getting help isn’t shameful or wrong; in many cases, it’s absolutely necessary to have some sort of help and support. You don’t have to do everything by yourself and you shouldn’t anyway.

There are people who love and support you. These people actually want to help you. Let them. And you’ll be able to reach the stars. 

Based off this that I posted last night regarding the svtfoe season 2 finale, It got some notes so I thought I’d actually play it 

“I thought earth was a pretty great place, I fell in love and now I have to leave its face. But now I’ll never again see his smile I wish I could’ve stayed a little while… I met people who I thought I’d never meet and all because I fell and landed at his feet. Maybe it’s all something I made up in my mind, so now it’s time I finally leave this place behind”

prongswhatthefuck2  asked:

What are some good tips for getting started with writing a book? I have a concept but i can't put it into place.

Getting Started with Your Story

There’s no one way to start writing a book. For some people, it’s enough to just jump in and start writing to see where the story takes them. If you’re not too keen on that idea, then here is one process (as in, not the only process) that might help you move beyond your concept. 

  • Concept ≠ Plot

Many writers mistake concept for plot, but they’re actually two very different things. A world where everyone grows up with superpowers is a concept; the plot is what you decide to write about within that concept - the specific characters and what happens to those characters; who your antagonist is and what conflict arises when that antagonist goes after what they want. All of these things contribute to your plot. 

So first, define what it is you actually have at this particular point. Do you just have a concept? If so, you’ll need to take the necessary steps to develop that concept into a plot. 

  • Concept >>> Plot

If you’ve decided that all you really have is a concept, then how do you take it and turn it into a plot? You brainstorm. All brainstorming really amounts to is expanding your ideas. All you’re doing is asking questions about the concept and delving deep into the answers. 

The most simplistic way to start this process, especially if you’re struggling, is to ask one of two questions (or both, if applicable). These two questions: What could go wrong? What could go right?

Going back to my example about a world where everyone grows up with superpowers. If I were to ask the question “what could go wrong,” I’d end up with a whole list of possibilities. 

  • The powers suddenly disappear
  • People start abusing their powers
  • Someone figures out how to steal powers
  • A hierarchy of strong vs. weak powers develops, creating superiority/inferiority dynamics
  • Someone is born without a superpower

There are many more possibilities I didn’t even think of here, but any one (or more) of these could become a plot. Choose one that sounds interesting, and then ask yourself “and then what?” 

Say I choose: Someone figures out how to steal powers. Then what does that person do? Do they recruit people to do the dirty work for them? Do they work alone? Do they hoard these powers and barter them for other goods? Do they attempt to enslave people? Do they attempt to take control of institutions? What do they do?

Your goal is to take your ideas and turn them into actions taken by characters. People doing things. And each piece you add will usually lead into another. If you went with the idea that this character is stealing powers and essentially selling them for other goods, you’d have to ask yourself follow-up questions. First, who are they selling to? Why would anyone buy a new superpower if they already have one? What uses would they have for additional ones? What is the key demographic that this person is trying to reach? Secondly, what are they selling them in exchange for? Money? Favors? Souls? What is this character getting in return?

Now that you’ve examined potential actions that the character takes, you’ve also exposed potential new characters. 

  • People they’re stealing from
  • People they’re bargaining with
  • People that try to police these crimes
  • People that try to copy this character’s process

At the beginning of this section, I talked about using “what could go right” as another optional jumping off point. This is a good path to follow if your concept is already really negative. For a concept where someone is killing people for some pointed reason, you might ask “what could go right” and explore ideas where the killer is caught and brought to justice. 

The point of all this is to think about change as a means of taking your idea from concept to plot. A concept is static - it doesn’t move, evolve, or change. By developing a plot, you’re forcing the concept to be challenged in some way. If you think about it that way, you’ll be able to formulate conflicts, and the people that orchestrate and fight against those conflicts. 

On that note, I think we’re ready to move onto the third piece of my graphic above. 

  • Plot = Character Actions and Consequences

At this point, you have sketches for characters. You’ve got this nameless, faceless person that is stealing the powers, and all these other nameless, faceless people that I listed above. In essence, we have character concepts. And just like we turned our initial concept into a plot, we have to turn these character concepts into actual characters. 

The basics are the easiest way to start. You figure out their name, their gender identity, their age, their appearance, some brief backstory and personality traits. I personally prefer the simplest questionnaire that I put together back in the early days because it hits on the poignant pieces of a character without overwhelming you with 100s of questions. 

Now that you’ve given your character concepts names and faces and potential behaviors, you start to consider how one character’s view of the world inspires them to take certain actions, and you then think about how those actions affect your entire story. 

We already kind of talked about the motives of the power thief in our example, but definitely delve deep here. On the surface, this character seems bad - stealing from people and then selling what they steal. But depending on what it is they’re getting in return, could we not argue that this character is a supernatural Robin Hood? Maybe instead of selling, they’re giving, and maybe the characters they’re stealing powers from are people that abuse and misuse their powers. Character motives can take a plot and turn it on its head, forcing you to reconceptualize everything. And that’s okay! That’s part of the process.

But separate from that idea, if we have a character concept of someone whose powers were stolen, and after developing their basic backstory, we discover that person’s name is Rose, and she has an especially close relationship with her brother. So when her powers are stolen, how does this affect her life? Was she using her powers to keep her brother alive and protected? What she using them to keep a roof over their heads? Was she using them as part of her job, as a means of providing? What happens to her life when her powers are stolen? And what will Rose do about it? Whatever Rose does will impact the story. If she does nothing to get her powers back, how does she solve her problems and does that make for a good story? If she does decide to act, then you’ve moved onto a new plot point to dive deeper into.

My point is, character concepts come from plots, but characters themselves often create plot, as their decisions and mistakes and successes create new outcomes. So if I could modify my original flow chart:

Before you develop something, you conceptualize it. You have a concept, then you make it a plot. You have concepts for characters, then you make them characters. And those characters end up driving your plot, to the point that this happens:

Plot inspires character. Character inspires plot. And it just keeps going around and around and around. Breaking it down into these pieces helps organize the process, but developing a story is rarely this neat and tidy. You’ll get ideas that don’t make sense, ideas that aren’t cohesive, characters you don’t need, characters that piss you off, problems you can’t solve, or plot points you’ve committed to that you no longer like…it will be messy. But it’s your mess, and the more you work on developing your own process, the more it’ll make sense to you. And it’ll become easier to know how to go about fixing it when something’s not right. 

Have fun with this process! It’s supposed to be fun. When the pieces start to become clearer, you’re able to put them together in a rough outline. And once you have a rough outline, you can start writing, and really see it take shape. 

-Rebekah

me, waking up this morning: ah what a beautiful-
brain: “violent, disgusting intrusive thought”
me:
brain: :)

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Note: HI HI! YAY I ACTUALLY GOT TO WRITE A REQUEST! (take that, writers block!) phew, this one was…wow. I hope you like it! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!!!! ♥♥♥ .c

Request: Age gap kink! Where reader is significantly younger than Bucky(still legal obviously) daddy kink, reader gets off on him being older maybe calling reader little girl, if you decide a fem reader, jokingly Idk idk, I love your writing thank you for blessing my eyes with it

Originally posted by seredelgi


Being the youngest Avenger was fun for the most part. You were like the team baby, though you weren’t that young. Everyone just treated you like a little kid, but you didn’t mind. You just hated when they would tease you all the time.

Out of everyone, Bucky was definitely your favorite on the team if you had to choose. You warmed up to him rather quickly and you fell for him overtime. You knew he was much older than you, even if you didn’t really count the years he was frozen and an active assassin for HYDRA. There was no chance you’d ever land someone his age, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about him.


Natasha smiled as she walked into the room, her white teeth on display. You were brought out of your thoughts by her voice, the tv show you had playing was now background noise. “Y/N! Do you want to go out for drinks with us?” She asked excitedly, Tony joining her just after she asked.

Before you could answer, Tony shook his head. “No. Definitely not.” He said, making you frown. “But, I-” You started only to be silenced as he held up his hand. “Not old enough.” Tony said firmly, his signature “dad” look on his face. Nat rolled her eyes at the man and crossed her arms.

“That’s not fair! I could at least just go for the music!” You exclaimed, trying to reason with Tony. “Go where for what music?” Steve asked as he walked in the room with Bucky by his side.

“Drinks.” Tony answered with a sigh. “I don’t see the issue with her just going to chill out, Tony.” Nat said as she tried to persuade Tony into letting you go.

“Well, it isn’t really a scene for the young ones, Y/N.” Steve said, siding with Tony. You gasped and creased your eyebrows together. “Seriously!? I’m not that young!“ You shouted, getting rather angry with everyone. “I can kill people, but I can’t go to a club?” You snapped, looking at Tony.

Bucky was silent, not wanting to get on your bad side. “You aren’t going. I’ll have someone stay here with you.” Tony said as he checked his watch. You let out a high pitched squeal. “Now I have to have a baby sitter!?” You gaped at Tony, standing from your spot on the couch. Tony sighed. “Yes.” He simply said before leaving the room.

You groaned and fell back onto the couch, stuffing a pillow over your face. “I tried, Y/N.” Nat said sadly as she walked out. Steve joined her and you thought Bucky had too, until he cleared his throat. “I can stay if you want.” He said, sitting down beside you. You moved the pillow and set it down, looking over at Bucky. “You don’t have to.” You sighed.

He smiled and nudged your shoulder. “I want to. I’m not really into the whole nightclub scene.” Bucky explained, his arms crossing over his chest. Your eyes trailed along his muscles and you bit your lip. Maybe staying in wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Uh, yeah sure. That’d be cool.” You said softly, your mind racing with the thought of being alone with Bucky.


The team had finally left to go party and you were ready to start the movie you picked out for the night. You had quickly threw on a tank top with some yoga shorts, wanting to get more comfortable, while Bucky was in the kitchen getting ready to pop some popcorn.

“Are you almost done?” You asked with a smile. Bucky turned to face you and his eyes landed on your exposed legs. “Y-yeah! Um, do you want butter?” Bucky cleared his throat, averting his eyes away from your body. You smirked and walked over to him. “Do you want it?” You asked softly, crossing your arms.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling to your breasts. “W-what?” He asked, his wide eyes meeting yours. “Butter?” You giggled, tilting your head gently. Bucky gasped, “Oh! I don’t mind.” He said with a chuckle. You blushed a little, moving to get some out of the refrigerator.

After popping the popcorn, drizzling melted butter on it, and settling down on the couch, you started the movie. A few moments in, you reached for the bowl and your hand bumped into Bucky’s. You looked over and he smiled, letting you go first.

A giggle fell from your lips when you watched him get a handful, shoving it in his mouth. “You’re gonna choke.” You said with a smile, watching Bucky shake his head. 

“Nah.” He muffled through his food, only causing another loud giggle to sound through you. Bucky jokingly shushed you and you turned your attention back to the movie. You were stuffing your face with popcorn like Bucky had been doing, only because the scene before you was so thrilling. 

“No, don’t go in there!” You yelled out, sitting up in your seat. Bucky was watching you, but you didn’t notice. He chuckled softly as you gasped. “Don’t! No! He’s-WHY DID YOU GO IN THERE!” You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

The male screams coming from the movie only frustrated you more. “Idiot.” You pouted, stuffing more popcorn in your mouth. Bucky laughed harder and you turned to look at him. “Stop laughing, that was so bad.” You sighed with a frown. Bucky shook his head and moved the popcorn bowl from in between the two of you.

He scooted closer to you and smiled at you. Your heart started racing and you gulped nervously. “I’m not laughing at that, I’m laughing at the butter on your face.” Bucky chuckled. 

You gasped and your face turned red. “Oh, sorry.” You whispered, moving your hand to wipe it away. Before you could, Bucky’s right hand moved up to wipe it off with his thumb. Your breath hitched in your throat and he was about to pull his hand away, but you softly gripped his wrist. He stopped moving and watched you closely.

Keeping his hand in place, you leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s while his remained focused on your mouth. Your lips rubbed against his thumb and you opened your mouth, taking it in and sucking off the butter.

A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you suck his thumb clean. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled away with a pop. Bucky gulped and his eyes met yours. 

Winking at him, you turned back to the movie. Bucky cleared his throat and you knew that you had reeled him in. Sure, he’s way older than you, but it’s not like he stopped you while you sucked on his finger.

The movie continued and Bucky kept shifting in his seat, causing you to become distracted. “Are you okay?” You asked, looking over at him. Bucky nervously looked at you and nodded. “I-I’m fine. Excuse me.” He muttered before bolting off the couch and out of the room. You frowned, staring at his empty spot on the couch.

You paused the movie so he wouldn’t miss anything, but as the minutes ticked by, you were worried you had upset Bucky. You left the room and went to find him, hoping your thoughts were incorrect. Deciding you should check his room first, you took the elevator up and continued your search.

Bucky’s door was cracked open and you gently knocked on it before stepping inside. You could see Bucky sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. “Bucky?” You asked softly, walking inside of his room. His head shot up and his cheeks turned red. “H-hey.” He choked out, resting his hands on his thighs.

You walked closer and stood in front of him, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” You said softly, watching him closely. He sighed and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “No, no. You didn’t, I just-you’re-” Bucky stumbled over his words. You nodded as you caught the hint.

“You think I’m too young.” You said with a sad scoff. You sighed and bit your lip. Bucky looked up at you and groaned. “Stop biting your lip, Y/N. Y-You drive me crazy when you do that.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes lifting to meet yours. Slowly releasing your lip, you creased your eyebrows. “I’ll just go.” You breathed before turning to leave Bucky’s room.

You felt his hand grasp onto your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t.” Bucky said, his voice laced with authority and dominance. It sent a shiver down your spine and you turned to face Bucky with wide eyes. He was breathing heavily and he swallowed thickly. “Dammit, I’m sorry. Y/N, you’re just-fuck it.” Bucky said before pulling you closer  to him.

You stumbled over your feet and Bucky pulled you onto his lap, your legs either side of his waist. He looked down at you and let his hands run over your thighs, squeezing you. 

Your heart was racing and you could feel the heat rising up your neck, reaching your cheeks. Bucky looked at you and you held onto his biceps, the muscles flexing as he moved his hands against your skin.

Bucky leaned in slowly, gauging your reaction for what was about to happen. When you didn’t pull away, he kept moving until he closed the space between your lips. 

You let out a soft moan into the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands moved to rest around Bucky’s neck. Letting your fingers rake through his hair, he groaned against your mouth as you tugged on his long locks. Your tongues danced together, his winning the dominance.

Pulling away for air, you leaned your forehead against Bucky’s. He chuckled deeply and you hummed. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You whispered, pulling away to look into his eyes. Bucky licked his lips and nodded. “I was afraid you thought I was too old for you.” Bucky admitted, his hands moving under your tank top.

You let out a giggle, the sound making Bucky’s heart flutter. “I was afraid you thought I was too young.” You said softly, watching Bucky’s eyes land on the exposed skin of your stomach. The contrast between his hands made you shiver. “No way, I love it.” Bucky said, leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

You moaned softly and tilted your head to give him more access. His teeth nipped at your sweet spot and you let out a whimper. “Oh, Daddy.” You breathed out, your eyes widening at what you just said. Bucky stopped his movements, his lips ghosting over your skin, his warm breath causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “What did you just call me?” Bucky asked, his chest rising up and down heavily. You gulped and blushed hard, biting your lip. “Daddy.” You whispered, hoping you didn’t offend him. Bucky growled and stood up, throwing you onto his bed.

You smiled as you bounced, only for the smile to fade as Bucky hovered above you. He gripped your wrists and held them above your head. You gasped as he ground his hips into yours. “Are you gonna be a good little girl for me, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his metal hand grasping both of your wrists as his flesh hand moved underneath your tank top.

He squeezed your breast and you whined, moving your hips against his, doing anything to soothe the ache in between your legs. “Yes, Bucky.” You breathed softly. Bucky pulled his hand away and shook his head. “No, you know what to call me.” Bucky said, kissing your collarbones. You licked your lips, loving how plump and wet his felt against your skin.

“Yes, Daddy.” You corrected yourself, hearing an appreciative groan from Bucky. “Good little girl.” He whispered, both of his hands moving to lift your tank top off of you. The cool air in the room made your nipples harden immediately and Bucky hummed before grasping your breasts in his hands. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky whispered, leaning down to twirl his tongue around one of your nipples.

Your hand flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. “Daddy, please.” You whimpered, tugging on his hair. Bucky smirked and moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention. Your panties became wetter the more Bucky used his tongue on you, and you wanted so desperately to feel it on your pussy.

Bucky kissed his way down your torso, his fingers pulling down your shorts as he got closer to your core. He threw your shorts behind him and pressed his lips against your hip, his fingers softly rubbing down your clothed pussy. Your hips jerked at the contact and Bucky chuckled. “You’re so sensitive, baby.” Bucky said with a smile, his eyes meeting yours.

You blushed and bit your lip as you sat up on your elbows. Bucky kissed along your thighs as he pulled your panties down and off of you. He kissed his way back up and his eyebrows creased as he moaned at the sight of you. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Oh, Doll.” Bucky said as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He spread your legs further apart and your heart started to race again. Bucky leaned in and stuck his tongue out, licking along your pussy lips. You gasped and watched him closely. Applying more pressure, he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Daddyyy.” You whined, lifting your hips up.

Bucky held your hips down with his metal arm and you huffed. “Be a good little girl.” Bucky scolded you, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded and watched as he leaned back down, licking from your entrance to your clit, circling his tongue around it. “Oh, fuck!” You squealed, falling down onto your back.

Your thighs threatened to close shut around Bucky’s head, only to be stopped by him. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the obscene noises only driving you crazier. Bucky’s tongue was so thick and long, and you could feel his smirk against you as he toyed with your pussy while you turned into a moaning mess beneath him.

You gasped as you felt one of Bucky’s fingers gently slide into you, curling against your g-spot. Your hands found their way into his hair once again, tugging as hard as you could. 

He growled, sending the vibrations right through you. Bucky pulled away and kissed your inner thigh, inserting another finger. “Cum, little girl. Cum for Daddy.” Bucky growled, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, the wet noises filling the room.

Bucky leaned back down to capture your clit in his mouth and you felt your pussy clench around his long fingers. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, arching your back and grinding your hips against Bucky’s face. His other hand reached up to grasp your breast and your legs shut around Bucky’s head as you started to cum.

You could hear and feel him moaning against you, his fingers and mouth not faltering in their movements. He rode out your orgasm and you tried to move away, but Bucky held you down even harder than before. 

Your breathing was heavy as you watched him continue making out with your pussy. His hair framed his face and his cheekbones were much more prominent as he sucked all around your pussy, his tongue delving in your lips. The sight of him looking up at you was all too much and you felt another orgasm fast approaching.

As you came down, Bucky stripped himself of his clothes. You smiled as he hovered above you and he pressed his lips to yours again. You looked in between your bodies and saw Bucky’s cock leaking pre-cum, the tip a bright red from him being so hard. It was thick and a tad longer than you would’ve imagined.

Bucky could sense your nervousness and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You looked up at him and blushed. “We don’t have to.” Bucky said softly. You quickly shook your head. “Please, I want to…Daddy.” You whispered the last part and that was it for Bucky. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, gently sliding into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of being stretched so much and Bucky was clearly trying his best to hold back until you adjusted to his size. Your legs tightened around Bucky’s waist and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Aren’t you, little girl?” Bucky cooed, resting his forehead against yours.

A moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally slid all the way in. Bucky’s head fell into the crook of your neck and you urged him to start moving. He pulled his hips back slowly and you bit your lip, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you clouding your mind. “You can go faster.” You breathed, digging your nails into Bucky’s back.

He groaned and started to pick up speed, reaching even deeper as he slid back inside of you. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky choked out, his lips pressing kisses all along your chest. You cried out, feeling his tip brush against your g-spot. “Oh, Daddy! Right there!” You gasped, wanting him to hit it again.

Bucky growled, looking down at you. You watched his face as he slid out and slammed back inside of you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched his face contort with pleasure. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he started to pound into you, harder and faster than before. “There?” Bucky asked with a smirk, his hips slamming into yours relentlessly.

You opened your eyes to look at Bucky again and let your eyes fall to his hips. You could see his thick cock glistening with wetness as he entered you and pulled out. 

Bucky moved away from you and sat on his knees, pulling your hips closer to him. His flesh hand rested on your lower belly as he thrust back in. “There I am, fucking shit.” Bucky groaned, his cock reaching so deep.

Bucky hovered above you again and pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You moaned and let his tongue play with yours. You felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching soon after. “Daddy, I’m close!” You squealed as Bucky kept fucking you, the headboard slamming against the wall. “Does Daddy’s little girl want to cum?“ Bucky rasped, his hands gripping the pillow beside your head.

You moaned even louder, tugging on Bucky’s hair tightly. “Oh, yes please!” You screamed, your pussy clenching around his cock again. “Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” Bucky moaned, his metal hand wrapping around your throat. He added a little pressure and that’s all it took for you to come undone beneath him.

Moans and squeals fell from your lips as your eyes struggled to focus on Bucky’s. “Oh, Daddy yes!” You moaned, gripping onto his arm. You could feel hot spurts of his cum shooting inside of you, coating your fucked walls. “Fuuuck!” Bucky growled, his thrusts deep and hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Your legs trembled around his waist and your pussy was so full, you could feel your mixed cum running down onto the bed beneath you. Bucky pulled out of you slowly and collapsed beside you, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky mumbled as he wrapped his arm over your waist.

You blushed again and turned to look at Bucky with a smile. “Yeah?” You asked shyly, biting your lip. Bucky nodded and kissed your cheek. “Mm, so good. Let me clean you up, okay?” Bucky said before leaving the bed and disappearing into his bathroom.

After Bucky cleaned you both up and changed his sheets, he gave you his shirt to put on while slipping on a clean pair of boxers. You yawned and got underneath his blankets, watching Bucky join you shortly after. He pulled you into his warm chest and you pressed a kiss to his neck. 

“Bucky?” You whispered after a few moments of silence. He looked down at you, his thumb tracing circles on your waist. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, kissing your forehead. 

“So, I’m not too young for you?” You asked, nervously looking up at him. Bucky smiled and pulled you closer, draping your leg over his waist. “Definitely not. It’s a turn on for me, but I do like you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky said softly, his eyes on yours.

You smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him, your hand moving to rest in his hair. You could feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you giggled. “No way. Not yet.” You said, watching Bucky blush. “I know, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss.

Note: I seriously hope this doesn’t disappoint :( .c

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