“Dude, come on! It’s after ten. The
rent-a-cops have disappeared until midnight. I want to take a selfie with that
giant fucking pigeon before we head to the party.”
Junhong rolls his eyes at your request as
he pulls his apartment door and shoves his keys in his backpack. “Why the hell
is there a giant pigeon statue on campus, anyway? I get that they needed the
new art building, it’s really nice in there, by the way, but that statue’s
“It’s terrifying,” you laugh as you drop
your board to the asphalt and wait for Junhong to do the same. “But it’s quirk
and weird and it’ll get some likes on Instagram. So, you know, doing it for the
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: Here’s part two, although part 1 only got a few notes, I will continue writing this story because I really like it
Two weeks passed, as well as two parties. It was a routine. Friday morning, workers would be getting ready for the night ahead. Decorating, making food and cleaning up for the mayhem that would occur later on that day. Mr. Barnes has invited you to every party. At around noon each Friday, the same butler would come to deliver the creme colored invitation. You almost never went to the parties.
Today, however, is different.
Emma slammed a stack of papers on your desk. She pushed her fringe out of her eyes and smiled, “I’m gonna go to Barnes’ party later on. You coming with?”
You shook your head, “I’m much too busy ”
“With what?” Emma scoffed. “That story on the Pigeon Lady can wait. Barnes has been sending you an invitation every week and you never go to his parties! What does that say?”
You never really thought of it like that. Mr. Barnes probably think that you’re rude for never accepting him invitations. Last week you found out that he only really invites a handful of people. You’re one of those. The rest somehow end up at his place.
“Only for two hours,” You said giving in. Emma smiled and pressed her hands together gleefully. “And no more than four drinks.”
“Finally! I thought you were gonna spend the rest of your life stuck in your small shack.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her cheek. “I’ll park in front of your house so that we can walk over there together. 8:20 okay. Be ready.”
You only brought three dresses with you. One for a casual day, another for the walk of shame and the last one was your most fancy dress that cost you $300. You slipped on your fancy dress and let your hair fall loosely around your shoulders. You finished the final touches on your makeup when a knock rang throughout your house. You got up and walked towards the front door.
You pulled the door open the reveal a clad covered Emma leaning against the threshold in a teal dress. She smiled at you and her eyes widened, “Rookie! You look hot!”
You did a small spin, “You like?”
“I love!” She exclaimed. “Now, c'mon let’s go before the drinks finish!” Emma took your hand and pulled you towards the mansion.
Once you stood in front, you were gawking at the palace before your eyes. You only saw it from the sidelines, never up close. Mr. Barnes is one rich man. You gulped and followed Emma inside. Once you stepped inside, you were overwhelmed with all the beauties the house had to offer. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in the most divine light texture. The bass of the music was felt in your chest. Drinks were shoved into your hand and you stupidly finished it in one swallow. Women and men all danced from here and there. Hanging from the most strange places. Yelling in delight and throwing their heads back lazily.
The outside pool was swarmed with people who were all dancing around the edge. As if playing a game of Who Could Dance Closest To The Edge. Music from all different corners flooded your ears. A live band in one section. A DJ in the pool area and a Jazz band in another. It was all so beautiful. You spun in a circle various times until Emma gripped your shoulders.
“Get it together, Y/L/N,” She said and shoved another drink in your hand.
You nodded and took a sip, “Have you ever met Mr. Barnes?”
Emma shook her head, “No one has!”
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Isn’t that strange?”
“Very. But he throws some of the best parties!” She hollered and finished her drink before grabbing a random girl and pulling her to dance. You have been left on the sidelines once again.
Your attention was gripped on your surroundings. Everything was so mesmerizing. Suddenly someone crashed into you. Three cups of colorful liquor spilled on you and your dress. The man apologized but you waved him off. You sighed, regretting the trip over here in the first place. You climbed the steps of the house in search of the bathroom. Each door you came across was locked and you really didn’t want to interrupt.
You opened the doorway just a slight crack and poked your head inside. The room was empty and dimly lit. You stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind you. The commotion was somewhat muffled. You scanned your surroundings and froze when you saw that you weren’t alone. A man, with his back facing you, stood in front of a window. You slowly began to take a step back, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Your heel slammed against the floor, causing a loud bang! The man whirled around to face you. Your eyes widened.
“I’m so s-sorry, I shouldn’t be here,” You quickly said. “ I was looking for the bathroom.”
“No, no, please. You mean no harm,” He replied gently. “Please, stay.”
You really should have left right then and there, but there was something intriguing about this man. His hair was slicked back but a single strand of hair fell on his face. His complexion looked as if it were carved from the hand of a god. His suit was perfectly tailored. He was like an Adonis in the flesh.
“What happened to your dress?” He asked, turning to close the window he was previously looking out of.
“Oh,” You looked down to the mess that was your fancy dress. “Someone ran into me. It was my fault probably, I should’ve been paying attention.”
“I am so sorry,” he apologized as if it were his fault. “Please, allow me to have a new dress sent over to your place tomorrow.”
Your breath hitched at the words that left his mouth. A new dress? Bought by a stranger you just met? What is happening?
“Oh, no,” You quickly said. “I can’t let you do that. We barely know each other, you’re a stranger and you don’t even know where I live!”
“My apologies,” He looked confused. “I don’t understand. You live right next door, right? I’ve been wanting to introduce myself, but I’ve been much too busy.”
Realization struck hard you like a train, “You’re Mr. Barnes?”
“I am sorry,” He paused. “I thought you knew. I do believe I am not a very good host or neighbor.” He frowned, “I am James Buchanan Barnes. But you may call me James or Bucky.” He extended his hand and you shook it.
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You said.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to come right over and ask.” He assured you.
You were still a bit dumbfounded. You didn’t know what to say. Then suddenly, you remembered all the rumors that you heard. Did you believe them? You weren’t even sure. You didn’t have a reason to. There was no proof and you couldn’t just accuse him of doing something without even meeting the man.
“Likewise, James,” You smiled. “The party is absolutely amazing.”
“Thank you, but I have only been to a handful of my own get-togethers,” He said. Before you said anything else, James spoke up. “I still feel terrible about the dress, at least let me take you out for lunch tomorrow. Have you seen the city, yet?”
“Only on the way to The Report,” You said. “But I can’t let you do that.”
“It’s a neighborly gesture,” He added. “I’d like to get to know you better and I’m sure you have questions yourself.”
“I do,” You admitted.
“Alright, then.” He said. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at around noon.”
Before you said anything, one of the servants walked into the room. He walked towards James and whispered something in his ear. James nodded, “Thank you, Ace. Please, excuse me, Y/N but I must take a very important call.”
“Oh, okay,” You said. “No need to apologize.”
He smiled, “Ace, please escort Y/N to the bathroom and when she wishes to go home, make sure she gets there safely.” He bowed his head slightly, the strand of hair still dancing across his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
You nodded and watched as he left the room. Ace led you towards the bathroom. “Can I ask you a question?” You asked the butler.
“What is it, Miss Y/N?” He asked.
“Are the rumors true?” You continued.
“I’m afraid I do not know what you speak of,” Ace frowned. “If you wish for answers, I suggest you get them from Mr. Barnes himself.”
Ace waited outside of the bathroom while you played the conversation you had with James over and over. He was so intriguing, every word that rolled off his tongue left you anticipated. Not to mention, he was extremely handsome and so young as well.
The alcohol that was spilled on your dress was now dry, but you knew it was gonna leave a stain. After splashing cold water on your face, you wiped your hands and opened the door to reveal a patiently waiting Ace.
I did this tattoo on my wonderful health coach Lacy Davis, with whom I’ve been training since January. If you have any interest in body positive, feminist, queer & trans friendly fitness that’s all about getting stoked and never motivates with shame or judgment, follow her on instagram at @superstrengthhealth! The pigeon (Francis) is a big ol coverup and most of this (the pigeon, the heart, the poppies around the shoulder) is healed.
DID I READ STORY TIME IN YOUR TAGS!?! I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE PIGEONS RELATIONSHIP
HOO BOY PIGEONS
Ok, pigeons make me so irrationally angry. I mean, I love them. But I also hate their stinking pigeon guts. They’re just unnatural.
They just frustrates me. I mean, have you EVER seen a baby pigeon? In the wild, I mean.
Like there are tiny pigeons, and giant pigeons, but no baby scruffy pigeons pecking around.
Its like the pigeons just swell until they split like a cell undergoing mitosis.
And that would make sense, too, because I don’t see pigeon nests hanging around. Just hordes of pigeons that all vanish simultaneously come nightfall. Where do they go, these pigeons without a bird lady with a rooftop coop? That’s probably why you have to coop them at night, I bet you the loose ones rise up to the mothership and give their daily intel dumps on the human race.
Then there’s their eyes. They look permanently angry, confused, and like they’ve seen into the depths of the Underworld.
And then there’s the fact that they’re UNIVERSAL. Like, pigeons exist in Russia and in Brazil, in the U.S. and in Australia. They’re the same species, but they can survive in the hot humidness of tropical rain forests, and yet can also be happy in the wintry desert regions of the world. I mean, who DOES that? And the better question: How? How did they get there? I have never seen a pigeon migrate.
That’s another thing–they’re just so perfectly suited to the city. I have never seen a pigeon in the forest. It’s like the first Pigeon just sprang from abandoned breadcrumbs accidentally dropped on a sidewalk.
Now, I know there are plenty of types of pigeons–doves, those colorful Nicobar pigeons, frilly backed pigeons… But I’m talking about those stereotypical city pigeons, the Rock Pigeon.
I love them, don’t get me wrong; all of these things that frustrate me also fascinate me. But DANG it is the definition of a love-hate relationship. They are just so…. WRONG. AND I LOVE THEM BUT ALSO I CAN’T STAND THEM.
(Also, I actually do know how a lot of those things I mentioned work, but it doesn’t stop me from being unnerved, frustrated, and SO ANGRY.)
Evidence of my love/hate for pigeons:
We went to a Jain temple in India, and I spent the entire time taking pictures of and ranting directly at the pigeons. I’m fairly certain our guide thought I was having a heat stroke.
If Gerita Doujins were set in Venice - realistic version
soft yaoi Doujinshi Feliciano:
Ciaooo vè I´m Feliciano and this is my beautiful city venice I am standing on the Piazza and it´s so pretty :) you can see il mare from here
Hi I´m Feli and - are you feeding the pigeons lady pls don´t do this they´ll- ok nevermind. Anyway I´m Feli. Please don´t take pics with the rococo reenactors they´re fraudsters- okay why did Lud even suggest to meet me at the most crowded place in the city
oh god there he is CIAOOOO DOITSU!!!!
I cant see shit there´s too much people. We could have met up at the bus station or something but no
[kiss] I missed you Doitsu!! Oh you have flowers for me?
If I see another tourist feeding these birds I´ll raise prices for entering the palace I´m serious