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[julesssyy]

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juliette. she/they. criminal minds.

horror fanatic. matt simmons' girl.

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[julesssyy]

i miss your matt simmons fics :(

i havent been writing at all but i just started one ! dw

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[yasoldmen]

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Last song: Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

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Current obsession: Costco, tbh. And Fall Out Boy.

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[julesssyy]

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[julesssyy]

GROW A PAIR , JOE !

Joey, for you, ended with an argument you're not quite sure he understood.

You were done with the childish behaviour, the no commitment, not calling you back, checking out other girls. You told him he was immature, he tried to protest. You told him to grow a pair, he told you he would.

You thought he was joking around again and you walked out. That's how you remember the day. That's how it actually happened.

But no, Joey swears something else happened. He swears to Chandler, to Monica, to Rachel that you gave him a weird yet very doable condition to have you back.

They saw him less and less for weeks, months even. A whole year, they saw him very little. Even Chandler said he wouldn't leave his room and he heard talking to.. someone? Something?

But if it was a girl, Joey would brag about it to all of them. So was he actually going crazy after a break up? Did you mean that much to him? Everyone was so, so, SO confused.

And then it happened.

You had started to move on from Joey, leaned into the single life, enjoyed the freedom of sitting on your couch and watching movies all day long. When a knock on your door rattled you.

You got up from the warmth of your blankets with an annoyed sigh and checked the peephole.

What the actual fuck.

Outside was Joey, staring with his little pouty face, holding a pot of soil and a little stem with leaves. 12 inches at most.

When you opened it, absolutely bewildered, he immediately started.

"Oh, thank god you opened! I did it! I did what you wanted me to!" He beamed, pushing the pot towards you.

".. wh-- Joey, when did I ask you for this?" You blinked, wide eyed and staring down at the fresh green leaves.

"You-- you told me to grow a pear for you! And you told me I could come back when I did! You said that's what you wanted!"

"Joey." You interrupted.

".. yes?"

"Is this a pear tree?"

"Well.. duh?" He snorted. "You asked for it. I'm pretty sure I know what I bought. The seed lady was very certain she gave me pear seeds." He explained.

"You know, you shouldn't be asking for things if you don't know what they look like." He nodded, like a strict professor scolding you.

"Joey. Did you think that's what I meant?"

"What, you wanted me to wait ten years for it to grow fruit?! I missed you too much!"

"I said grow a pair. Like two of something. Like growing a pair of balls because you acted like a child! Not the fruit!" The words came out of your mouth with a huff, like how could someone be this dense? This dumb, even?

"Oh.. that makes more sense.. but.. Hey!" He complained, puffing his chest out. "You sayin' I don't got balls? Cause I do, let me tell you, I can jump out of that window if you want me to prove it!" Clapping one hand on his chest, he pointed towards the glass pane with the other. "I got-- I got balls!"

"No, Joey.. not the bravery, I know you're brave. But you do not listen to me when I talk! You do not understand me, and I want someone who understands me." You sighed, putting the pot of soil aside.

"You gotta water it weekly--"

"Stop talking about the tree! You see, this is what I mean. You never take anything seriously!" You turned away from him, too upset to even look at him.

"Hey, hey.." A gentle hand on your waist flipped you around against your will. ".. listen, I know, okay? I know I can't understand serious things like this.."

"Or most things in general." You added.

".. yeah, yeah, okay. But I wanna try. I'm scared of commitment, but I.. I really like you. So.. please? One more shot? I'll call, I'll take you out to more fun places, not just my place and coffee."

".. joey.." Your sigh made him frown.

"I brought you your pear--"

"Oh my god, forget about the tree.." You finally laughed. Just a chuckle.

That made him smirk.

"Heeey, see?" It widened into a grin. "I got you. You still like me."

".. of course I still like you. I would give you a second chance without a second thought. But I need you to try and just.. realize how important this is to me." With his hand still on your waist, he tugged you closer at the explanation.

"Me? I'm important to you?" He smirked, more like a stupid grin.

"If you weren't, I would've thrown the tree at your face."

".. please don't. It took a while to grow. We can think of it as a child!" He pleaded.

"I'll take care of it! But I'm not.. having a tree for a kid."

".. okay, but you take good care of it, kay?"

"Will you take good care of me..?"

That stopped him. Froze him a little. Then his voice softened. His eyes locked onto yours, onto your very pupils.

"I will, gorgeous. I will. I'll listen.. I'll understand." He nodded. "You're giving me another chance, right?"

".. I am, uh huh."

"YES!" He shrieked. Then remembered what he just said when you jumped, not expecting it.

"Oops-- sorry, taking care of you, got it."

You laughed, putting your arms around his neck. "You really didn't mature in a year."

".. I did mature! I got a year older." He was dead serious, looking confused when you laughed. "What???"

"Oh, sweetheart." You laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. His little furrow between his brows immediately faded, replaced by his famous slightly crooked smirk.

When you pulled away, you were instantly met with that look in his eyes.

"So, if you're mad at me.." His hand flicked over your shirt. A button undone. In literally half a second.

A gasp. "Joey!"

"What? I thought we agreed on no more being angry!"

"I thought you would atleast wait a little! I just forgave you!"

"Do we really gotta wait..?" He sighed.

You go to say yes. Then you remember.. it's Joey. How can you say no to a night with Joey? Especially after...

"Yeah, we don't have to wait."

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very short, very rusty :( but i got the idea and its 3am and i would've forgotten it if i didnt write it immediately

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[yasoldmen]

scary dog privilege

avenger!bucky x avenger!reader

synopsis: you and bucky are off to a bodega late at night for some snacks [and procrastinating some paperwork]. bucky is really only going to keep an eye out on you, while you're desperate to show him some modern day candy. bucky is fantastic at keeping people at arms length when it comes to you.

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The quiet hum of late-night New York buzzed softly as you and Bucky walked down the street. The compound wasn’t far from the city centre, but even so, the streets felt different at this time of night. Still alive, but darker with an edge that lingered when the sun set. The sidewalks were scattered with people staggering in and out of bars or huddling in alleyways. 

You were taking a break from paperwork, excited to introduce Bucky to the joys of modern candy and chocolate. Bucky walked beside you, hands stuffed in pockets, his head slightly dipped. The look in his eyes was enough to make anyone walking near the two of you think twice about approaching. 

You continued walking to the nearest 24-hour bodega down the block. It wasn’t a fancy place by any means, but it had everything that you needed to get through the mounds of paper back at the compound. Bucky stayed close to you, your shoulders occasionally bumping. 

In truth, Bucky didn’t care much about the candy. Sure, it was interesting to see how everything had changed since the ‘40s, but it wasn’t why he agreed to tag along. What you didn’t know was that he had come along for one reason: to watch your six. 

It was late. The streets were littered with all kinds of people that made Bucky’s instincts flare. He didn’t like the idea of you walking alone at this hour. He knew you could handle yourself, he knew you were more than capable enough, but he also knew the dangers lurking in the shadows.

Hell, he was one of the dangers a decade ago. 

Bucky didn’t trust anyone out here. And he wasn’t about to let anything happen to you. 

As you neared the bodega, a man stumbled from the alley, eyes locking onto you with a strange grin. Bucky noticed instantly, stepping in front of you as the man slurred, “Hey, baby. Got any change?”

Bucky’s expression hardened instantly. His broad frame blocked the man’s path. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t need to. He just looked at the old man, his gaze cold and unblinking, which sent the man retreating quickly.

“Okay, let’s get your candy.” Bucky said as nonchalant as ever, taking your hand as he continued walking. 

While Bucky essentially led you down the street towards the bodega, you were still stuck on what the hell had just happened. You had been friends for a few months since he had joined the Avengers since recovering in Wakanda, and you hadn’t really seen this side of him. 

Granted, you hadn’t gone on a walk at 2AM with him before, but still.

“Bucky…” you start, side-eyeing him, the heat from his hand warming yours up. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he asked casually, avoiding eye contact as he opened the bodega door for you, letting you in first. You entered with him in tow, the bright lights waking you up.

“That.” you said, navigating the cramped aisles. “Outside. With the man.” After stopping in front of the candy selection, you turn to look at him. “You took my hand.” 

“Oh, that?” Bucky asked simply, as if this was another day for him. “He was weird. I didn’t like him. What’s this?” He pointed at a flat, colourful box: Sour Patch Kids. Clearly trying to distract you.

Was it working?

Sort of.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You ignored his attempt at changing the subject, crossing your arms, already knowing that this was a part of his ‘40s charm shining through. “I can handle myself. This has been proven. Countless times, Barnes.”

His gaze flits from the candy selection to you, tilting his head. He sighs quietly, knowing that you’re right; you’ve proved yourself over and over again by being a part of the Avengers, by facing threats more deadly than a drunk man on the side of a street. 

“I know. I’m not doubting that. I’d never doubt that, you know that.” He scrubs a hand over his face, thinking through his next set of words, hoping that it doesn’t rub you the wrong way. “I wanted to.”

When you don't respond, he continues. “I care about you. And I just want you to be able to walk down the street at night without being harassed. So I just…” he shrugged, exhaling sharply. “I dealt with it so you didn’t have to. I wanted to. I’m sorry for overstepping, but I won’t apologise for wanting to put myself in between you and that man. I won’t.” 

For a man of few words and little emotion, he sure said a lot with meaning. 

You stare at him, and he stares at you. You never quite know what to respond to Bucky whenever he talks about his emotions, his wants, his needs. It’s rare he verbalises them. It’ll always leave you speechless.

He eventually tears his gaze away from you, looking back at the candy selection. “You never answered my question.”

“Hm?”

“What’s this?” He pointed again to the Sour Patch Kids.

You look at where he’s pointing, and sigh. Of course. Rarely ever talks about his emotions, drops a bomb, then changes the conversation immediately. “Sour Patch Kids,” you say, grabbing it off the shelf, handing them to him. “They’re gummy bears. Sour then sweet.” You glance at him, giving him a thin smile. “Kind of like you.”

“Oh, ha, ha.” He fake-laughs, turning the box over in his hands. “Nice one. So unique. Never heard that one before.”

You roll your eyes, shoving your hands into your pockets as you scan the selection. “So what candy did you guys have back then? Before…?” You trail off, leaving your question unfinished. 

He looks up from the box he’s analysing and scans the selection, naming the candies he had before he became a prisoner of war. “Tootsie Rolls. Milk Duds. Snickers. Hershey’s.” He lets out a quiet, almost nostalgic chuckle as he takes in the variety of candy. “Christ. Changed a lot since I’ve been gone.”

The corner of your lips turn down slightly as you feel the mood shift — this was supposed to be a fun outing to take both of your minds off paperwork. But when Bucky’s trauma is so deeply ingrained into everything, he’ll never get away from it. Not really.

Well, time to distract him from too much trauma-induced nostalgia. 

“So what catches your eye?” you ask, turning to face him. “Surely something else must be calling out to you. I can’t let you leave here with just that.” You motion towards the box he’s holding. 

He knows what you’re doing, and he’s thankful for it. He smirks slightly, slowly turning back to the selection. “Well, if I must.” He fake sighs. He grabs a packet of Twizzlers, a small smile on his face. “Steve never shuts up about these. Might as well give them a try.” 

His movement slows as he catches sight of something, eyebrows knitting together as he looks at it, trying to make sense of it. “What… is that?” he eventually asks, confusion evident on his face.

You follow his line of sight, eyes falling on Cow Tales. Hm. You pick it up, turning the packet over in your hands, reading the small printed words. “I think they’re caramel ropes. Definitely old-people stuff.” You all but shove it into his chest, his hands fumbling to grab it. “Perfect for you, Mr. One Hundred Years Old.”

He looks at you in disbelief, a small smile on his lips. “These age jokes are never going to stop, huh?”

You smile as you turn away, searching for other items that would be beneficial for Bucky to try. “Never.”

You and Bucky both grab several things from the shelves, you acquiring what you came here for, with Bucky selecting various new candy based on what he’s seen the Avengers eating in the past. 

Mooching down the other aisles in relative silence, you speak up, breaking the tranquil peace that had been built between you two. “You held my hand.” You keep your eyes fixed on the shelf of beer in front of you.

“What?” Bucky’s heart all but stops. He’d been praying that you wouldn’t bring that up. It was more of a reaction on instinct.

One that felt right to him. Really right. 

“You held my hand.” You repeated, not changing your intonation.

There’s a beat of silence. Hah, got’em. 

“Did you not like it?” he asks, grabbing a six-pack of Tiger beer. 

Okay, did not expect that response.

You look at him through your peripheral vision, slowly walking down the aisle as if you’re pondering buying some. “I just didn’t expect it. Y’know. After you stole my thunder and scared off that guy.”

Bucky bites back a laugh. “You were walking too slow, sweetheart,” he brushes it off as if it meant nothing to him. “Just wanted to get out of the street.”

He walks past you, further down the aisle. You watch him go, eyes fixed on his back, his words imprinted in your mind.

Sweetheart? Is there something going on here? 

Surely not.

You slowly follow him, trailing behind him. You find yourself, once again, speechless. How is he the only one to have this ability on you? It’s not like you’ve never had a thing for guys, but it’s different when it comes to Bucky. The idea of being with him is so far removed from your mind due to how traumatised he is.

And, y’know, the thing with him being over one hundred years old. But that part doesn’t bother you too much. 

“Got everything?” I ask, making him stop in his tracks.

He turns around, his eyes moving from you, down at his arm cradling the sheer amount of snacks against his chest, then back to you. “Take a guess.” 

You roll your eyes. “At least you’ll be too busy eating to bitch about the paperwork tonight. Thank God. Can’t hear one more goddamn remark about incident reports.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy my suffering.” Bucky mutters as you both make your way up to the counter. You put your items down with the cashier scanning everything and packing them into a plastic bag. 

When the cashier rings you both up, your hand slides into your pocket to grab your card, but Bucky mutters a single ‘no’ and beats you to it. He hands the cashier a couple of twenties. You try to protest, but the look on his face silences you. He shrugs. “My treat.”

He picks up the bags, turning to the door. He lets you go first before following. As you both step onto the street, you’re hit with the slight wind of New York. It feels fresh almost, fresher than the bodega air. 

“Technically, that was my treat.” You begin walking down the street, Bucky following in tow. “I dragged you here.” 

He shakes his head, dismissing your statement. “It’s fine. I wanted to.” He gently bumps his shoulder against yours.

You glance at him, eyebrows raised slightly. “It seems like you’re wanting to do a lot lately.”

Bucky sighs, pursing his lips. “Can I not just…” he trails off, not finishing his sentence. 

“Not just what?” You encourage. 

He thinks for a moment. “Nothing,” he eventually says. “Just let me. Please.”

Well, when he says it like that.

You exhale quietly, relenting. It’s too early in… whatever this is, to be asking questions. It probably won’t ever be the time to address any topics that could lead to you two being more than friends. 

But you can’t help but have your mind wander slightly. 

As you guys make your way back to the compound, the streets are still littered with people on nights out. The silence between you two was comfortable as Bucky carried all of the snacks and beer. 

Moments later, you both approach the compound and make your way in. Bucky follows you as you enter the common area, cluttered with paper and files. He sets the beer on the floor next to the bag of candy, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch. 

He pours the contents of the bag onto the floor before looking up at you, smiling slightly. “Lend a hand?”

You can’t help but chuckle and sit next to him, rummaging through the pile. He grabs a beer from the six-pack, opens it, and hands it to you, before grabbing himself one. “What are we starting with?” he asks, letting you take the lead.

“Oh, definitely these. Your body will love Red 40.” You grab a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and open it, offering it to him. He grabs one from the packet and inspects it. “Why is it glowing?” he mutters, before reluctantly putting it in his mouth. “I hate it.” He muffles, despite reaching for another. 

You roll your eyes as you take a few chips of your own, munching as you see Bucky reflexively grabbing some more. The addiction hits immediately. 

You put down the packet before opening several other snacks that’s completely foreign to him. He comments offhandedly about the chemicals or the sugar content, but he never rejects anything. In fact, he continues to eat everything after trying it.

You’ve broken him. Moulded him into a typical, 21st century American. And he fucking loves it. 

Eventually, you found yourself gravitating to the stack of paperwork on the table near you. You pick up your pen and scan the document as Bucky munches audibly next to you. 

He groans quietly. “Ugh. Do we have to?”

“It’s our job,” you remind him. “Plus, Steve’s on our ass about it. We can’t just fight and kill and not report it back to the brass.” 

No response. 

You turn to look at him as he takes a sip from his beer, not breaking eye contact. You pick up a pen and chuck it at his chest. “Work.”

He removes the bottle from his lips as he lets out a quiet scoff. “You know, I don’t get you.” He picks up the pen and twirls it around between his metal fingers. “You always complain about the paperwork after a mission, but you’re the first to complete it.”

You roll your eyes. “I dislike my to-do list growing with things I’d rather not put off,” you respond, before simply adding, “I also dislike being chased up on things to do. It’s irritating.” You give him a pointed look. “And if you don’t do at least half of your overdue forms tonight, Steve’s gonna be on my ass about it. So please. Put pen to paper.” You look back down at the forms, mumbling under your breath, “And that’s why I took you to the bodega. To give you food to shut you up and work.”

Bucky watches you, a small smile on his face. He knew your comment was in jest, and he took it in stride. God, he loves your practicality. 

“Alright, sweetheart.” he mutters, grabbing a stack of papers and getting to work.

For about forty five minutes, you two successfully worked in silence. Bucky completed four mission reports, you three. Yeah… you guys were behind, despite your bold declaration of doing paperwork immediately after a mission. Back-to-back missions do that to you. 

After the whole HYDRA outbreak in SHIELD, Steve insisted on doing important, classified 'need-to-know' reports physically rather than digital… which he preferred, anyway. He did it for himself, you tell yourself. His old age is showing.

Bucky shuffles closer to you. “Hey, can I see what you put for—” He cuts himself off as his metal arm rests against yours and he leans across you, grabbing one of your completed files. He moves a half-inch away, as if that did anything, and skims your work. “Thanks.” He jots something down, not bothering to put any more space between you two. 

Knowing he likely needed to just cross-reference something during a joint mission, you shrug and continue your work. But you can’t help but think about the closeness, how that wasn’t accidental. The musky smell from his cologne, the slight chill sent through your body when his metal skin touched your soft one. 

After finishing another report, your eyes begin to droop. Sugar crash has begun to hit, as well as pure boredom doing these stupid reports. You shouldn’t have left them to pile up, you tell yourself. You’ve learnt your lesson. 

Normally you can fight fatigue like this, but after doing four missions in one week and dealing with a sugar crash, there’s no way you’re powering through. Your handwriting becomes messier as your grip on the pen loosens. Eventually, you drop the pen as your head slumps gently onto Bucky’s shoulder.

He freezes like he had just stepped onto a minefield. 

There is no way you just—

While remaining deathly still, his eyes dart to the side to check. Yeah. Yeah, you did.

He slowly puts down his pen, relaxing his shoulder slightly so you’re a bit more comfortable. He glances at the clock, with it reading 3:37AM. Yeah, fair enough. Standard time for you to knock out. 

With all that Bucky’s been through, it would be understandable and expected for him to never feel safe again. To never feel at peace.

But when he’s with you, all essence of trauma disappears. He relaxes in ways he never thought he could, in ways he has mourned from his previous life before the war. He feels like he’s coming up from underwater, and for the first time in his life, he can breathe. 

He doesn’t know what about you does it for him. It could be the fact that you’re one of the most understanding people he’s ever come across. Not once shown fear at who he was or judgement at what he’s done. Or it could be that you’re more than capable and excelling in your field, easily able to watch his six like he’s watching yours. 

With the weight of your head on his shoulder, it anchors him to the present. Bucky feels his eyes also drooping, and for the first time since ever knowing what HYDRA is, he feels safe enough to sleep immediately. 

He dozes off, his head resting on top of yours. His breathing evens out, his hands relaxing from the constantly clenched fists it finds themselves in. 

What feels like only minutes later, Bucky feels a movement in the doorway, thanks to the super soldier serum. He tenses and his eyes snap open. His head instantly swivels to the figure in the doorway, ready to stand in between them and you, still asleep on his shoulder. 

Bucky relaxes slightly, seeing the figure belonging to Steve, who had been watching this intimate scene before the floorboard creaked slightly. He approaches, standing just off the side to Bucky, raising an eyebrow. 

“Hey, Buck,” he says quietly. “Enjoyin’ yourself there?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, checking that you’re still asleep. “Shut it.” 

Steve chuckles quietly as he shakes his head. “You like ‘em, don’t you?” he asks, despite already knowing the answer. 

He pauses for a moment, torn between lying to himself to avoid facing the truth and wanting to admit something about himself that can’t be denied anymore. He slowly looks up at Steve and shrugs with his free shoulder. “Can you blame me?”

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[yasoldmen]

get to know me :3

heyyy, im h! she/her! i'm 20 and i finally decided to actively start using tumblr bc im bored, i wanted to write stuff, and why not.

if youre here from cai ... heyyyy :3 i actually made this acct so i can make one-shots [or more than one-shots maybe little fanfics] of bots ive done in the past; specifically bucky barnes and dean winchester. idk i just had an itch and decided to scratch it.

im a philo and polsci undergrad in my final year! i am a nerd in the following topics: business ethics, ethics and morality, utilitarianism/kantianism, security and globalisation, civil wars, and politics regarding businesses and tncs. i am also learning to speak russian and german!

current general favs:

movies: surprisingly, not a massive movie fan. i do love marvel tho. x2. catws. cacw. thunderbolts. im2. black widow. age of ultron. the gotg trilogy. the knives out trilogy. hamilton [yet to watch live...]

tv shows: hoo boy buckle in. succession. the rookie. supernatural. tfatws. criminal minds. ginny and georgia. tsitp. all her fault. 2 broke girls. ted lasso. got. suits. b99. friends. tbbt. young sheldon. the boys. haikyuu. gen v. greys anatomy. euphoria. severance. twd. superstore. veep. peacemaker. okay ill stop now but you get the gist.

music: fall out boy. omfg. if you cant tell. this is not a safe space for post-hiatus hate. mcr. patd. radio company. hamilton. cate tomlinson. pitbull. r5. ac/dc. bon jovi. wig wam. def lepperd.

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watch this space bc im currently writing some stufffffff. :p

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[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[julesssyy]

I miss your fanfics so much on here!!, when do you think you’ll start writing them again ?? (No rush C: )

probably very soon! i have another few in the making

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[julesssyy]

I miss your bots

hi anon! i miss writing too but i dont really want to support ai because of how bad it is for the environment. my bots will stay up but i won't be making more unless ai somehow finds becomes better for us. ill be writing on ao3 and tumblr so you can request a oneshot!