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yoonkook week day4: shooky and cooky
genre: fluff setting: canon words: 0.3k
In the LINE productions for their own brand of figures and plushies, the planning goes just as chaotic as it was expected of them. The camera was recording it all but the editor will probably kind enough to cut the part out where Jimin basically strangled Taehyung for the yellow crayons.
When finally - fucking finally in Jungkook’s humble opinion - everybody finished with their characters, it was time to decide on the names. Chaos emerged again as everybody was yelling in ideas. Jungkook was in middle of colouring the heart-shaped butt of his cute pink rabbit when he heard Yoongi mumbling.
“I might as well name mine Cookie,” he said and Jungkook stared at the round brown thing scratched onto the white sheet before his hyung.
“But I wanted Cookie,” he whined with a pout and doe eyes as big as the ocean. He’d decided it beforehand since it was similar to his own nickname and thought that it would be a nice joke.
“But mine is actually a cookie,” the rapper retorted and challengingly raised an eyebrow.
“Hyung...” Jungkook trailed off using his best maknae voice and big pleading eyes that always worked on his hyungs. Especially Yoongi who always treated him lamb skewers and paid for them willingly no matter what he said and how much he complained about the younger forgetting his wallet at home.
“Fine, brat,” the rapper gave up with a sigh this time too and Jungkook hollered thriumply.
“Thanks, hyung,” he threw a huge grin towards the older but Yoongi ducked down his head busy to come up with another name and a story for it.
Their characters ended up being Cooky and Shooky just for the sake of it.
#wingman tidbit: one of the reasons why boone picked hockey over literally any one of the other 50 sports he played growing up is that it’s expensive and it’d hurt his dad’s wallet the most
Há 21 anos eu nem tinha celular. Mas você sim, então te liguei ao final de Flamengo 0 X 0 Ponte Preta e marcamos de nos conhecermos. @jpedroadv me levou, marcamos na sorveteria Antártida, mas estava fechada, então te liguei do orelhão pra mudar para o Rangus, logo ao lado. Eram 22h27 minutos quando cheguei, uns minutos depois você chegou de camiseta de Fortaleza, caderno do Laboratório de Dexter e soprou em meu ouvido. O resto é a história de nossa vida, nosso amor, nossa família com Arthur Jorge. Eu te amo muito, obrigado por estar lá, 21 anos atrás, o dia em que tudo começou. Beto, 01 de agosto de 2022. #betoesil #família #amormaiorqueavida #bs21 #01deagosto https://www.instagram.com/p/CgvJPgOsQfI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Many things are still a challenge for Bucky. Some of those challenges are from the lasting effects of Hydra’s abuse and other’s are from the modern age. He struggles with some things because of both of those facts. Many people still find Bucky unnerving, silence and brooding is all he knew for 70 years. It’s hard to break a habit that was quite literally forced upon him. There are a few people who seem to see through that, Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson are the best examples of that. His teammates seeing parts of him that no one else has and understand him in ways that cannot be described. Another person who seems to be slowly climbing up that list is Steve Rogers. He’s a shield agent, working mostly in the technology branch, most of which goes right over his head. He’s fond of the smaller man despite himself, Steve full of spite fire and Bucky admires that. Despite his small stature, Steve seems to be unafraid of Bucky -- no matter how hard Bucky tried to scare him in the first place. Steve stuck around and is now the only person Bucky Barnes let work on his arm.
For a long time, Bucky refused to let it be touched. It was in good shape so there was no need to retraumatize Bucky to being forced to sit for long periods of time to fix a metal arm he never asked for. But then in a mission gone wrong, Bucky’s arm was almost fully taken off. The man was distraught by the thought alone of anyone looking at it but shield at picked Steve not only for his genius mind but his small unthreatening stature. Someone who looked like they could not physically harm Bucky actually did put Bucky at ease. He wouldn’t be held down and tortured by someone who was half his size. It seemed to be a match made in heaven.
Now he sees Steve pretty regularly for updates and check ups on his arms. He still has a hard time for extended periods but the other man seems more than understanding -- not many people are. However this visit is not one of the regulars. In their last mission, Bucky’s arm was struck with an electromagnet and can’t remove it with his hand. The arm is useless and every few minutes a sharp electric pulse makes the man jolt. So it’s no wonder he’s gone straight to Steve, despite the blood dripping from other parts of him. Those will heal, his arm will not. The door to the lab is open and Bucky stands in the doorway quietly for a few long moments. He would take longer to admire but he’s in a bit of pain and he doubts Steve will like the blood he’s dripping on the floor. “They got my arm.” He says suddenly towards the man, still standing in the door way waiting to be invited in.