You come home and see that babe got you a present. What's in the box?
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Never, ever anything good.
Sure, Max tries. He really does. He presents any gift with the kind of gleeful pride that takes over the whole of his face, hands clasped formally behind his back while he hums with anticipation. Any speed at which you unwrap the offering is too fucking slow and often results in him shredding the package to tatters, too impatient to wait any longer for your reaction. Fuck the paper, anyway. He knows you aren't saving that shit.
Bless his heart, he always believes that this time, he's finally got it right.
You know better: that is never the case.
Some past (and failed) gifts include:
office supplies, the boring kind (paperclips, binder clips, tape dispenser refills) — "I know you don't work at an office, baby, but it's important to dream big!"
jewelry, which you like until you learn he stole it from your neighbor while they were sleeping — "It looks better on you, baby."
jewelry which was not stolen from your neighbor, but after some interrogating Max buckles and admits that he may have, maybe committed some light grave robbing — "But it's not like they're using it anymore, it's a victimless crime!"
a racoon. a squirrel? You've blocked out the memory as much as you can, but it was wild, maybe rabid, and definitely in your fucking apartment. He trapped it in the alley behind your apartment the night before, and it had peed in this cardboard box at least once. — "You said you wanted a pet, and this thing was just wandering around. I didn't even steal it! Well, fuck, baby. How the hell was I supposed to know you wanted a dog? Isn't this the same? It slobbers, shits. It's fluffy. But fine, fine—I'm the asshole. I'll release it, okay? Settle down." [...] "Can I borrow your oven mitts?"
Where do your favorite babes fit in your daily/weekly routine? Is this person a coworker? A guy you see on your commute? Maybe a workout buddy? etc etc
Ooh. This question, Cia!
Seeing on my commute - Biker or Florist!Bucky because you know that motorcycle is getting my attention. And, yes, I may try to make "eye contact" even though the helmet is covering the beautiful faces.
Seeing around the office - IT!Bucky because I don't think any of my other Bucky's do office work. 😂 But IT!Bucky would be the one insisting on jumping on video calls to discuss something I flagged as a phishing attempt versus messaging me.
Seeing around the neighborhood - Stud or Trailer Park!Bucky because they're the type to check on neighbors. The neighbors, of course, adore them.
Seeing at the grocery store - Our domestic husband because we know he'll take care of all the grocery shopping. Keeps to himself, but will give polite smiles and nods while he shops.
Seeing at swim lessons or T-ball for the kiddos - Motocross!Bucky because he would be there to support nieces, nephews, or his friends kiddos. So encouraging. So hot.
Seeing at the gym - Our beautiful tattooed bastards because they have to keep in shape outside of the bedroom. My ass would be tripping and making a fool out of myself just to get a bit of help.
Oh, doesn't he just look perfect? And funnily enough, I had an idea for a Bucky AU floating around in my head, and this gif gave me the perfect push to write it. So thank you for the gif, love!
An Intriguing Stranger
Plot: Despite how poorly Y/N's night at the Gallery of Contemporary Art is going, it soon starts to look up when she meets a handsome stranger. However, he has a secret of his own.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Warnings: Some swearing and a mention of alcohol. Also Bucky and reader mocking some art. If I miss any triggers, please let me know!
"Care for a drink, ma'am?" A waiter asks, and Y/N grabs a glass off his tray with a smile, following it up with an hors d'oeuvre a moment later. She glances down at the tiny morsel of food in her hand.
"Fucking rich people portions." She hisses. Although, considering where she currently is, the small portions are not too surprising.
Right now, Y/N is standing in the entrance foyer of the Brooklyn Gallery of Contemporary Art. For the longest time, she's wanted to challenge herself, to learn more about the world around her. And what better way to seem cultured than to go to an event hosted at said art gallery?
The only problem is that the second she stepped through the door, Y/N immediately realised that she doesn't like most of the art on display. Unfortunately, though, the ticket cost her a lot of money, and it'll look weird if she leaves so soon after arriving. But mainly, Y/N doesn't want to go because she spent so much time getting ready that she doesn't want her efforts to be wasted. Even if she's not enjoying herself, she'll be damned if she doesn't let everyone see how good she looks.
And besides... not all the art is awful.
Grabbing another filled glass off of the waiter's tray, Y/N stops in front of another painting. The colours are bright, too bright for her liking. She wrinkles her nose disapprovingly.
"Like what you see?" a voice sounds, and Y/N looks up to see a man standing beside her. He runs a hand through his shoulder length brunette hair, smiling at her.
Damn, he's cute. A lot better looking than the art, anyway.
And oh crap, he's staring.
"Well. I don't, really." She admits. The man raises a brow, smirking.
"Oh, really? How so?"
"It's just so bright, and in your face. It looks like the artist just dumped a load of paint on the canvas with no thought of how it would look, or to make something with it. It looks like blobs." A part of her is confused by why she's suddenly unloading her negative opinion on this complete, albeit handsome, stranger, but somehow she already feels comfortable enough around him to do so.
Thankfully, though, the stranger doesn't seem to mind. "I agree. It's chaotic, but I'm not sure if it's in a good way." He nods, tilting his head and nibbling on his finger, as if deep in thought. "It's as if the artist was drunk, and had no care for the complexities of art. He just wanted to make some kind of statement, a 'fuck you', to the expectations of the modern art world."
Damn, this guy really knows his stuff.
Y/N nods, leaning closer to see who the offending artist is. A small plaque reads:
Untitled. James Buchanan Barnes. 2021
"He didn't even title it! Do you think that's part of his 'fuck you' statement?" The man's laughter rings through the air, and soon Y/N's joins it.
"Oh, I know it was." The man clears his throat, grinning once more. "If I may say ma'am, you look wonderful tonight." Heat settles on Y/N's cheeks, and she feels her stomach fluttering. Despite knowing how good she looks tonight, the handsome stranger actually mentioning it is making her go all weak at the knees.
"Thank you." She smiles. But before either of them can say anything else,
"There you are!" another person calls, and Y/N notices an immaculately dressed woman striding over to them. A badge pinned to her chest says 'Gallery Director.' Immediately, fear and guilt fill her veins, and Y/N wonders if she's about to be thrown out of the gallery for her cheek towards the paintings, her chance to seem cultured over before it even began. However, the woman breezes past her, the scent of her undoubtedly expensive perfume intoxicating, and instead, she focuses on the man standing beside her. She takes his hand, shaking it tightly. "My dear friend, it's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you could make it."
"It's a pleasure to be here, Natasha." He grins.
"There's a champagne reception for all the guests of honour upstairs. I'd love to see you there." Y/N raises a brow. Her new friend seems to have a lot more influence than she originally thought. Perhaps he's a friend of the gallery? Or a news reporter ready to cover the event?
"I'd like that." As the woman departs, Y/N smirks.
"You didn't tell me you were famous around here." Now, though, it's the man's turn to smirk.
"Allow me to introduce myself." He takes her hand, shaking it. "James Buchanan Barnes. Pleasure to meet you."
James Buchanan Barnes. Huh, that's funny, that's the same name as...
And then, the rudest awakening Y/N's ever experienced hits her, raining down like a tonne of bricks.
Oh shit.
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This gif made me think of the first time Bucky had you ride with him, so here’s a little something about that :)
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“Are you sure about this?” You ask, nervously glancing at the bike. Bucky drapes an arm across your shoulders and pulls you close.
“Of course I am, doll.” He hands you a helmet, grinning. “I’ll keep you safe. You trust me?” You slide the helmet onto your head, and Bucky adjusts it, flipping up the visor.
“I do, Buck.” With that, he shows you how to sit on the bike, and the two of you situate yourself properly.
“Okay, once we’re moving, you’ll want to lean away from the turn, you’ll want to resist, but just move with me. Lean into the turn and hold onto me. Trust yourself and your body to know what to do.”
Bucky talks you through the steps for turning on the bike, and a moment later, it roars to life between your legs. You gasp at the unfamiliar feeling, and Bucky smirks at you over his shoulder.
“This is crazy,” you tell him, face obscured by the helmet.
“Yeah,” he replies. “But you’re gonna love it.” Bucky kicks the bike into gear, and a moment later, you’re practically flying down the street. He’s right, it does feel weird to lean with the bike, but with your arms wrapped around his strong torso, you know you’re safe.
The city streams past, lights blurring, and you can’t wipe the grin off your face. Bucky periodically taps your thigh, making sure you’re okay. He seems to relax, leaning into your touch. He’s always told you that he loves riding his motorcycle at night, that it makes him feel free, and now you finally understand.
This is his happy place, and he’s finally shared it with you.
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First of all, bless you, because I appreciate when people appreciate the headers I spend—frankly—way too much time on. 🥰
Spooky season is my favorite and I love vampire media, so it only felt fitting to do something for October since I did special layouts for pride month and fall vibes.
I've been toying with the idea of starting a "wrestlers as supernatural creatures" gif series for the Halloween vibes, so. Mayhaps that will come about. We shall see.
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