Nygmobblepot AU: Oswald works with Kristen and Ed at GCPD -as a spy for Maroni-. His plan was to steal informations but in the end Kristen became his best friend and he started feeling something for that nerdy guy that he used to consider a loser.
“If the day finally comes that being around pie boy and his pie girl make your suffering insufferable, I just want you to know that there’s a place for you–right here in this professional establishment.”
@ktk313 and I decided kind of last minute to do a cockles op. Kristen wanted to be dipped by Misha, but I had no idea what to do for my half… so I told Jensen, “Do something that will make my friend jealous when we get the photo” and voila :)
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
A/N: I haven’t seen my best friend in like a month (bc she goes to school and I do online school) and on the weekends she’s always doing something and I can’t see her this weekend because she’s packing and I can’t see her next weekend because I’m going up north and it’s just so ugh.
“He what!?” Wanda, Peggy and Natasha screech over the phone. You wince and pull the phone away for a split second.
“Could you guys scream any louder?” you huff.
“Y/N Bucky fucking kissed you!” Natasha responds, the others humming in agreement.
“He almost kissed me. Almost.” you correct your friend.
“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you two could have kissed.” Wanda says. “So why didn’t it happen.”
“He has a girlfriend, Wanda. I can’t just go around kissing the guy! That’s fucked up.”
“Y/N, how long have you been in love with the guy?” Peggy asks.
“Since I was sixteen.”
“And how long has Kirsten been in love with him?”
You roll your eyes. “It’s Kristen and I have no idea.”
“Let me rephrase; how long have Bucky and Kristen been together?”
“Exactly. You’ve known him longer. It’s like your god-given right to be with him.” she tells you and again you roll your eyes.
“You guys… I can’t. He’s happy, okay? I just want him to be happy.” you frown.
Natasha sighed. “You need to stop hurting yourself like this, Y/N. Seeing him with her, hearing him talk about her, I know it hurts you.”
You bite your lip and look out the window.
“You need to tell him how you feel. Before it’s too late.”
You breathe in. “It’s already too l-“
“No it’s not. Stop saying that.”
You open your mouth to respond but footsteps from the stairs catch your attention and you turn around seeing Bucky making his way down.
“I gotta go, Bucky’s coming and I haven’t spoken to him since yesterday.” you quickly whisper.
“Alright and tell Bucky how you feel!” Natasha exclaimed.
“No, not ‘maybe’ you better-“ and you hung up.
You slip your phone into your pocket before walking over to the fridge and pulling out the apple juice. Just as you were reaching for a cup, Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was shocked to see you mostly because he had thought you went out shopping or went to meet up with Wanda, Nat and Peggy.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t expect to see you here.” he says.
“Well this is my parents house.” you respond, not looking at him as you turn around and place your cup on the counter.
Bucky scratches the back of his neck. “Right.” he watches you pour the apple juice into the cup before taking a step forward. “Hey… can we talk about yesterday?”
You froze with your hand on the fridge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you take a deep breath. You were hoping the two of you could just forget about what had happened. You really didn’t want to talk about it.
“What about yesterday?” you ask, putting away the apple juice and turning around.
“When um… when I almost… kissed you.” he held his breath, waiting for you to respond.
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Oh that. Right.” you chuckle and Bucky had never been more confused. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take it seriously or anything. You were just messing with me like how you always do.” you lift your cup to your lips. “Right?”
It takes Bucky a few seconds and he felt something inside him but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He smiled. “Right.”
But it wasn’t a genuine smile.
The first week had gone by in a flash and it was now the 23rd of December which meant last minute gift wrapping.
“What do you mean there’s no wrapping paper!?” Bucky screeched as he tugged at his hair.
“I mean there’s none!” you pace the room. “I thought my mom had some, I swear. I guess she used it up wrapping presents this year.”
Bucky sighed. “Do you know what this means?”
“We have to fight our way through last minute Christmas shoppers.”
“Just like last year.”
Last year for Christmas Bucky called you up and asked you to go to the store with him to get some things real quick. Of course, you said yes.
You groan. “But last time we did last minute shopping there was one last roll of wrapping paper and some lady nearly killed me for it. I don’t wanna die, I’m only twenty-one.”
Both yours and Bucky eyes widen and you turn to look at each other.
“I’ll get the keys.”
“I’ll get our wallets.”
You make it to the store and let out a groan when you see people rushing around for last minute items.
“God this is worse than black Friday.” you murmur. “Speaking of black Friday, do you remember the time when-“
“No time for reminiscing!” Bucky cut you off, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the back of the store where all the Christmas things were.
“We need the stickers with the names on it and some bows and tape!” you say as Bucky picks up three rolls of wrapping paper.
“Doesn’t your mom have all that?” he questioned but when he saw the look on your face and he looked at the wrapping paper in his hands, he nodded. “Yeah… Let’s go get that stuff.”
The two of you got the bows and tape, now all you needed was the name tags. You and Bucky searched the shelves until you spot one last booklet of name tags at the bottom of the box.
“Bucky I found it!” you exclaim and with a smile, you reach for it but as soon as your fingers grasp it, another hand grabs it as well.
You look up, seeing a lady who was already giving you a death glare.
“This is mine.” she says.
“Technically it’s mine because I grabbed it first.”
She huffs and tugs at it. “Let go, it’s mine!”
You exhale and gulp. This is it. She’s gonna kill you. And for what? A book filled with-
“Hello, ma’am?” Bucky appeared next to you. “I was just talking to my co-worker over there,” he pointed over to one of the stores employees, “and he said we have a brand new box full of name tags so if you could just-“
The lady didn’t give him time to finish his sentence before booking it to the employee. You look over at Bucky and smile.
“Thanks. I was already saying my goodbyes to everyone.” you say and he laughs.
“Let’s go.” he grabs your hand. “I lied to her. They don’t have box of name tags.”
“You talked to him?” you nod over to the employee who was talking to the woman.
“Yeah. He said they wouldn’t be getting a new shipment of name tags until tomorrow morning so we better get going.”
You look over at the lady and the employee only to see her looking back at you with a scowl.
“Yeah, let’s go. I think she figured that out.”
After paying the two of you head home and up to your room.
“Alright, I’ll set everything up and you bring the gifts over.” Bucky says. You nod and gather the gifts - that were still in the bags – and bring them over to where Bucky was seated on the floor.
While he sorted everything out, opening the tape pack and bows you separated yours and Bucky’s gifts as to not mix them up.
When you were done you sat next to him.
“Alright, let’s get wrappin’.”
A/N: so while I was writing this my arm was burning and I was like wtf so Ilook at it and there’s scratch marks on it and I’m like wtf? I haven’t been scratched? So I ignore it and continue to write and then a couple of minutes later my arm starts burning again but towards the left more and I look and I have scratch marks there too. The scratch marks moved to the left, even crossing through my scar I got when I was l like 6. It was really weird. Now they’re gone but I dunno. It was pretty freaky. Anyways, I hope ya liked this part, tell me what ya think!
Okay but we’ve talked about how maybe the other Green Riders have a sort of, idk, patron god. And I put Ben Simeon under the same category as Karigan - ie, god of death, and I can’t stop thinking about Karigan having a being-an-avater moment where she’s actually walking and speaking As Westrion, and points out incidentally that while Karigan is the avatar there are others in the Corps under his/her patronage, as it were
and they point out a couple of people (Beryl Spencer? that one dude who could pass through solid things? idk) and then they point out Ben.
And Ben is shocked, because he’s a healer that’s the opposite of -
and Westrion-As-Karigan just dead on looks at him and
“Do you think you would be capable of anything without my permission?”
Because of course healing is a death art
aiusdadhs I don’t know why I’m so stuck on this but I like it