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new light — rafe cameron

this is now part 1 of a series, check out the rest here: new light series masterlist

summary: you’re home from college in the OBX, and so is your eighth grade crush, rafe cameron.

pairing: rafe x kook reader

warnings: drinking, swearing

a/n: i think we ALL have that one high school crush that we would, to this day, drop anything and risk it all for. not canon rafe. title/lyrics/concept kinda based off of new light by john mayer. already have ideas for a part 2 so let me know

my writing

but if you give me just one night, you're gonna see me in a new light

rafecameron replied to your story: Are you in town rn too?

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you first saw the Instagram notification. You couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to Rafe Cameron, or even saw him for that matter. Both you and Rafe had moved away to different colleges after high school ended, and even in high school you were never too close. You didn't find yourself back in the Outer Banks often these days, but when you did, you'd see Rafe around sometimes. The two of you would usually exchange quick ‘hello’s in passing at parties, occasionally talking about college or internships on boat days.

Back in high school, you were closer to his friend Kelce if anything. Rafe was always causing trouble, acting like he owned the entire island. Which, he kind of did.

You even had a fleeting crush on him back in eighth grade. That was before you all grew up and Rafe really became Rafe. You were still attracted to him, but his bad boy persona had effectively put you off any serious pursuit. You were just friends from that point on, which is why seeing his name on your phone had surprised you as you were sat scrolling Tik Tok in your childhood bedroom.

Rafe was tall, broad, cuter than anything, but just a bit outside your comfort zone when it came to romantic interests. And if he wasn't messing around drinking and picking fights at parties, Rafe was always dating someone, talking to someone, or actively hooking up with multiple someones. You played your cards close to your chest when it came to boys.

You sigh, re-reading his message over and over; just a simple six word reply to the picture you had posted of the sunset from your parents' backyard. Location tagged, so there was no denying. You tell yourself to just get over it and type out an earnest reply, just to see what he wants.

y/n: i am! you as well?

rafecameron: Yeah, Sarah's graduating this week

That's right, your little brother and his little sister, Sarah, were in the same grade at school.

y/n: nice, that's why i'm here too

y/n: my little brother’s graduating

rafecameron: I guess I'll see you there

rafecameron: Unless you'd be down to get a drink or something this week

Your first instinct is to roll your eyes. You type out a rejection immediately, but something strange happens, when you falter momentarily.

Of course you were curious. Why was Rafe Cameron asking you on a date? Was he at all?

He is pretty much the only friend you knew was home this week, all of your mutual friends were still away in their college towns. Would it be that bad if you just saw him for one drink? It'd beat just hanging out with your family all week. You ponder it for a second or two before shaking your head in finality.

What were you even thinking?

y/n: i think i'll just see you at the academy on Friday, Rafe

You start to wonder if that was a bit too harsh, but his quick reply puts you at ease.

rafecameron: Had to try. See you then 😊

—

Over the next couple of days you spent at home, you found yourself thinking about Rafe more and more. More than you had since high school, maybe more than you had ever.

"Had to try" was burned into your eyeballs at this point, based on how long you had stared at the message, trying to find a deeper meaning. Coming back to it sometimes, when you thought about it again.

Everything had reminded you of him now. Running into Ward while you were with your dad on the golf course, you found yourself way more disappointed then you should have been when you noticed Rafe wasn't with him. Your younger brother needed a ride to Sarah's graduation party, and you blushed when you noticed Rafe's truck in the driveway of their house. You swore you even passed by the Druthers out on the water one day.

You're embarrassed to admit that you had spent that entire night Rafe messaged you scrolling through his Instagram. There were some pictures you remembered seeing when he first posted them; cheesy ones with his frat brothers on a golf course, even a few with his baby sister. Those were your favorites.

No girls though, you can't help but notice.

You had scrolled all the way back in his feed to the high school days, sifting through douchey boat pictures with Topper and Kelce, only to find yourself in one picture.

Way back when, Kelce had asked you to senior prom, and you went in a big group with all of your friends.

But imagine your surprise when you and Kelce had showed up at Tanneyhill to take pictures, only to find that yours and Rafe's outfits had ended up matching better than either of yours did with your dates’. Rafe pointed it out to you first ("nice taste, Y/l/n"), and all of your friends teased you mercilessly.

His step-mother Rose had insisted the two of you got a picture together. You vividly remember being shocked that that was the picture he chose to post later that night—all of your friends, including Kelce, messaging you screenshots, teasing you even more.

Rafe had just texted you the rest of the pictures Rose took and left it at that. Then came graduation, and college, and here you are, being hit up like some old fling that you never actually were.

The two of you looked so young to you now, but you could admit it was still a great picture. Rafe had sensed you felt weird about the picture, and whispered some joke about Rose in your ear that made you break out into laughter and hit him on the chest.

He had caught you against him, hand on the small of your back and a wide smile on his lips as he looked down at you. Rose had snapped the picture at just the right moment.

Looking at it gave you butterflies now, and you started to wonder if you were too eager to reject him.

You tried to push him out of your mind while you ran errands for your family today, getting ready for all of the graduation festivities to come that weekend.

High school graduation wasn't monumental for families that lived in Figure 8, but any excuse to throw a party.

You had just pulled up to the health food store, cold brew in hand, when someone called out your name in front of the store.

And then a tall boy in a white t-shirt and a baseball cap was waving and walking towards you. Long legs strode toward you, tan skin and cologne invading your senses.

Rafe Cameron stopped just in front of you, and this close to him, you start to notice the details: his hint of stubble, the unruly hair flipping up a bit at the ends from under his cap. College had clearly been treating him well.

“What’s up?” he asks, a hand reaching up to scratch the top of his other arm a bit awkwardly, gaze never leaving yours.

“Not a lot.” You turn to pull a cart out of the stack, setting your coffee inside and leaning against it. “Just doing some errands for my mom.”

"Nice," he says immediately, nodding. The silence stretches to the point where it gets a bit awkward.

"Um, what about you?" you ask.

"Yeah, same—well, for Rose, but," he says, awkwardly holding up the bag of groceries he has, still nodding his head. "You know."

You nod at that, not really knowing what to say next. Although you weren’t sure it was the right decision anymore, especially standing here in front of him today, you’d really hoped he’d let you walk away with out bringing the DMs up.

"Yeah. Well, good to see you." You move to start pushing your cart inside the store, but Rafe grabs the side of it, halting your movements easily. You pretend not to notice the way his muscles move under the sleeves of his shirt. Had he always been that built? Fuck.

"Wait."

You stop pushing the cart, leaning against it in a way you hope comes off as leisurely.

"I just wanted to apologize if I overstepped the other night," he says sheepishly. "I don’t know if you have a boyfriend or whatever at school, but..."

He trails off, shrugging, trying and failing to suppress a curious and expectant look.

"I don't."

You say it immediately, because it's the truth. Why didn't you just pretend you did, though? It'd be easier to reject Rafe with a viable excuse, like a boyfriend back at college.

Maybe you didn't want one.

"Sorry... I just. You know," you finish awkwardly.

Rafe nods in understanding, and then he laughs a little.

"I know," he says, swinging his bag of groceries around. Again, you try not to notice. "I forgot that none of the guys in the Outer Banks were ever good enough for Y/n Y/l/n."

Your mouth drops open a little bit, your entire body flushing with heat.

"What? Don't play dumb," Rafe chides at your shocked expression. "You can't act like it isn't true."

"It's not! Sorry I don't just come home to hook up with my high school friends," you say firmly, rolling your eyes and beginning to push the cart past him.

"Who said anything about hooking up? I asked you for one drink," he reminds you. He still hasn't taken his hand off your cart. You scoff.

"Now who's playing dumb?" you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

A nanny wrangling 3 blonde triplets walks by the two of you. You begin to consider just getting another cart.

"You seriously thought I was just sliding into your DMs to fuck you?" Rafe said, voice dropping to just above a whisper. He says it quietly, but it snaps you back to reality. His demeanor has shifted, from friendly and playful to serious. And if you look too closely, maybe even a little bit of hurt. "I'm not the seventeen year old prick I was when we left here."

"Why else would you invite me out?"

"I don't know," Rafe said. "To talk to you, catch up for one night.”

“You expect me to believe you just wanted to catch up with me? ‘Talk?’” you ask, using your fingers as sarcastic quotation marks.

“Is it that hard to believe I just wanted to see you?” he presses.

"What—where is this even coming from?" you question.

Rafe is looking back at you with a completely blank stare. But you watch as recognition slowly takes over his features.

"Oh, you’re serious?" he asks.

"I..." You trail off lamely, because you have no idea what to say anymore. Rafe scoffs again, picking his hand up off of your cart to ball it into a fist, then bringing it back down to tap on the cart. Fidgeting.

"Y/n, I had the biggest crush on you," he confesses. "For like, all of high school."

That's the point at which the air leaves your lungs, your mouth falling open again.

Rafe has a blush dusting the tops of his cheeks now, but he still grins at the expression on your face.

"I thought I was obvious," he claims, shaking his head. "You really didn't know?"

"No, Rafe, I—wow," you stutter. "Me?"

"Yeah, you."

"But you were with—”

His laugh cuts you off, and you can tell he's a bit embarrassed. That hadn't been your intention at all, but you feel bad anyways.

"Well, not anymore. So," he shrugs.

You just nod, looking down to where you'd chipped off part of your fresh manicure during your conversation. Your mom was probably going to kill you.

"Rafe, I really didn't know," you say quietly.

"Now you do," he says simply. He takes his hand off of your cart then, making to move past you and finally leave. "I'll see you on Friday."

You don't watch him as he retreats, still staring down at your nails.

Shutting your eyes, you throw your head back and sigh in resignation. You weren't letting him walk away.

"Rafe, wait!" You turn around towards the parking lot, seeing that he hadn't gotten too far. He turns around just as he's about to approach his truck, the same gray one he's had since high school. "Just one night?"

His smirk is immediate, and it almost makes you regret your choice.

"I'll text you," he says, unlocking the door to his truck. "Same number?"

—

You met Rafe at some swanky, new rooftop bar near Figure 8 that had opened since you left the Outer Banks. It intimated you, but at least it wasn't a dive bar on the Cut. You knew he had frequented those back in high school.

He's standing tall at the bar when you come in, looking cleaned up nice. He still had his jeans cuffed and some god-awful boat shoes on, because some things never change.

And he’s wearing his trademark wayfarers, one high school tradition you're glad he'd never ditched because it definitely still worked for him. You can almost picture the look in his eyes behind those polarized lenses as he scans the bar.

You wait for him to see you, standing there in a lilac slip dress with the pair of platform sandals you brought home to wear to your brother’s graduation. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard for a drink with an old friend, but you couldn't help yourself wanting to look good for him. For Rafe Cameron.

He clocks you then, beaming and beckoning you over with a wave of his hand.

“You look beautiful." Rafe watches you approach, pulling you in for a hug when you’re within arms reach. “What do you think of this place?”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you compliment, making a show of looking around again. “It’s gorgeous up here.”

Rafe is back to leaning up against the bar, watching as the bartender brings back your drinks—he had already ordered.

“What have you been up to at home?” You move in a slight daze as Rafe opens a tab on his black card, hands you a drink and places a hand on the small of your back to guide you somewhere less crowded.

You can’t suppress a blush when you noticed that your holding your go-to drink. How had he remembered?

You have to remind yourself to stutter out a reply.

“It’s been good,” you say, nodding again. “My parents are like, freaking out that their baby is graduating high school. Dylan doesn’t seem all that concerned. But you know how it is—always good to be home.”

Rafe’s smile gets a bit tighter at that, but he covers it up well as he pulls a chair out for you.

“What about you?”

“It’s...” he starts. His sunglasses are off now, and you have the strangest urge to reach over and smooth the line in between his eyebrows for him. You don’t, though. “I’m happy for Sarah, and I’m glad she wanted me here.”

You can tell it's still a sensitive subject, his family. Throwing him a bone, you set your drink down and change the subject.

"It's weird being back here like this, isn't it? Adults, legally drinking in public."

He huffs a laugh at that. "How would you know, Y/l/n? You were such a goodie two shoes back then."

—

Over the next few drinks (you’re on number three, which is two more than you’d promised him), it’s like you’re getting to know Rafe all over again. He’s different, yet still the same as you remember in so many ways. In the good ways.

He tells you about his life at school, his relationship with his dad, and everything in between.

But the distance from the Outer Banks had clearly done him good. He seemed more mature than you remember, more laid back but still confident. It was like this part of him that had always been there, that you had only valued now that you were seeing him in a new light.

Constantly flickering in your mind throughout the entire night is a movie highlight reel of all the moments Rafe had shown you he was worth the time of day. Eighth grade, when he dissected the frog all by himself and let you copy his lab report because you couldn’t even bare to look at it. Or Midsummers sophomore year of high school, when a waiter spilled a drink down the back of your dress and Rafe had wrapped his suit jacket around your shoulders without a second thought, driving you home after even though his license was so new he wasn't supposed to have anyone else in the car with him.

When you were both about to move to college, and Rafe threw one last get together for all of your friends that August, he’d hugged you so tight when you showed up with your girl friends, looking shocked you decided to come. Or the first time you saw him since moving away, when Kelce had thrown a Thanksgiving Eve rager. You almost hadn’t recognized Rafe in the smoke filled house, but he had moved to you eagerly like he’d been waiting for you all night.

And now you realize, he probably had.

You couldn’t look back on any one of those memories, and not have it immediately tinted by a new pair of a rose colored glasses.

He's asking about your major, your plans for the future. He even remembered Dylan's going to school for volleyball. This version of Rafe wasn't concerned with messing with pogues and pissing off his dad for attention like he had been years ago.

He's just concerned with you.

The sun had long set, string lights and the moon now the only thing illuminating both of your faces. There’s a lapse in the conversation, and you swirl your spritzer with the cocktail straw.

“Alright, I have to ask,” you say finally.

“Oh boy,” Rafe answers, his head resting in one of his hands.

“Were you serious? When you said that back at the store...” you trail off. Saying it out loud, you feel a bit silly.

“Said what?”

“That you had a crush on me back in high school,” you answer.

“Of course.”

As the bar got more crowded and the volume had increased, Rafe had pulled your chair closer to him under the pretense of being able to hear you better. It really hadn’t gotten that loud, but you weren’t going to object when he placed a strong hand under the bottom of your chair and gently yanked you closer to him. Your knees bumped constantly and his arm was hovering on the back of your chair.

But up close like this, you could see the earnestness in his eyes more clearly. And you could tell he was being truthful.

Rafe was always there, right in front of you, waiting for whenever you’d want him one day.

“I believe you,” you rush to say, placing a hand on his arm. “I guess I just thought you never really noticed me.”

“How could I not?”

Your cheeks are absolutely burning now.

“Then how come you never made a move?” you blurt.

“You didn’t seem interested in having anything to do with me,” he laughs. “Like, at all.”

You feel a bit bad when he puts it that way, even if it was true. You never thought he noticed.

“I was really shy back then,” you defend weakly. He’s looking at you fondly, like he appreciates your attempts, but can still see right through them.

“And I was an asshole,” he counters. He places a rough hand on your knee cap then. “It’s okay, Y/n/n.”

“You were intimidating,” you claim, but he just looks at you in indignation. You squawk, still thrown off by him calling you by your old nickname. “You were!”

“I was a kid.”

“Yeah, so was I,” you state incredulously. “Rafe, you ran this place. You had everything that you could have wanted.”

“Not everything," he says.

Your heartbeat picks up at his words, your eyes focusing intently on his own. He’s not unaffected by his own confession, opting to look out at the night sky rather than face you.

"I liked you too, you know," you confess. "In middle school."

He turns to face you again, eyes wider than they had been before.

"No fucking way."

"Way, Cameron," you smile. "Do you remember the frog?"

"Of course I remember the frog," he says hastily. "I-I can't believe you remember the frog."

"So I guess we were both clueless, then," you say.

"No," Rafe shuts you down, jokingly. "It's definitely not the same. You gave up on me, I was invested in the long game."

“Then what changed?” you ask, finally placing a hand over his. “Why now?”

He’s scanning your face now, looking for any signs of hesitance before sliding a warm hand to rest on the back of your neck. He strokes his thumb leisurely over your nape.

“It was kind of a shot in the dark. The timing felt right,” he says simply. “Couldn’t wait any longer, just never knowing.”

"I'm glad you did." You can feel your heartbeat in your ears now, almost missing his next comment.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, Y/l/n,” Rafe whispers, moving to lean in halfway. Everything is up to you now.

You nod eagerly, leaning in to meet him in the middle.

Kissing Rafe Cameron is different than how you had pictured it would be back in middle school. At 12, you couldn't anticipate that kissing the boy would immediately overwhelm all of your senses, taking you completely by surprise as it did. The years of history, the weight of his confessions this week, the fact that you were just having such a good time tonight—it all washed over you in waves. Waves of Rafe and his touch, his kisses, the way he’s holding you so carefully, like he’s afraid the moment will shatter with one wrong move.

Your head is positively swimming by the time Rafe pulls back from you, his hand on your knee coming up to your face, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip.

Your eyes open, re-focusing on his face at this distance. His skin is flushed pink, from the kiss, from the drinks, from the North Carolina humidity you thought you'd never miss a day in your life. But now, seeing its impact on the boy in front of you makes you more than thankful it exists.

"See, I knew sliding into your DMs would work."

You wipe the stupid smirk off of his face with one more kiss.

"Be honest, how did you know my drink?" you inquire.

Rafe flushes crimson, kissing you again, downing the remainder of his drink and offers a hand to you, standing up to take you home.

"I texted Kelce half an hour before you showed up."

—

rafecameron tagged you in a photo: had to try

* ˚ ✦ CAPTURED MEMORIES | TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD

hana’s notes : just watched inside liverpool of the kit launch and trent coming out of the photo booth got me thinking 🥹…… im just so obsessed with writing lovesick!trent & lovesick!reader so this is what you get <3

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The chilly wind was biting your cheeks making you cuddle up more into your boyfriend’s arm. You were already wearing a coat but Trent’s warmth was more comfortable.

He looked at you with a smile, eyes all soft as they glanced over your figure. “Ya cold, baby?”

You sniffled, nudging your nose into his arm more, “Jus’ a little.”

Trent can tell that wasn’t entirely the case, but before he could tease you more about it, your eyes lit up by something in front you.

“Trent, look! There’s a photo booth!”

There was just a couple that got out of the photo booth and you were already buzzing with excitement. “Can we go?” you asked, a pout forming on your lips, hoping that it could sway your boyfriend.

Trent was already agreeing with you, you didn’t even have to put on that cute face of yours. Anything you want Trent would get it for you.

He chuckled, leaving a peck on your forehead, “ ‘f course, baby.” he hand grazed your cheek. Your cheeks were freezing.

You squealed and quickly dragged him to the photo booth. Luckily it wasn’t already occupied, so you both took your seat, shrugging off your thick coat.

“Alright, so we need to plan the poses!”

Trent was listening intently to every single thing you were saying. Although he did got distracted at times by how pretty you were, and the way your smile is just so captivating, it took him in a daze.

“Got it?”

A fond smile formed on his face, it instituted his cute dimples which made you smile wider.

“Yeah, I got it.”

After taking three photo shots, you were on your last one. He knew you where most excited about it. Your idea pose was him kissing you on the cheek while holding your jaw as you grin the biggest grin of your life. You said that it would look pretty. It was actually based on a photo that Robbo took of you two at an after party when Liverpool have won the UCL. It was one of the first picture of you both as a couple so you were trying to recreate that memory.

“Last one!”

The machine was already counting down so you got into your pose, already smiling the widest smile you could until your cheeks were starting to hurt.

10 . . .

9 . . .

Trent couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, even after the previous pictures where the camera click had went off. His eyes were stuck on you, taking in your features.

8 . . .

7 . . .

He softly moved his hand up your neck and to your jaw. The veins of his hands sending little bumps across your skin making your stomach flutter.

6 . . .

As it hit 5, Trent whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

4 . . .

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “Course you can, handsome.” patting his thigh using your hand that was already resting there.

Before you know it, Trent was turning your head to face his, his warm hand now navigated around the back of your neck. His pillowy lips landed on yours, as his other hand wrapped itself around your back, dipping you down a little. Like those romantic movies that you guys always watch. You squeaked out a surprised gasp but immediately calmed down, winding your arms around his shoulders, as you brought him down with you.

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You were so lost in each other that you didn’t even notice when the flash had gone off. Your face was hot, your mind was all fuzzy and your heart felt so so full.

Breaking from the kiss with your breaths mingling. Your eyesight was a little blurry so you tried to focus is in by blinking.

“Do you think that’ld look good?” Trent whispered, as he catch his breath. He squeezed your waist, trying to bring your attention to him.

You dumbly nodded your head, “Yeah.”

Trent airily laughed, the kind that brought butterflies to your stomach and its making you feel a little bit dizzy. He pecked your nose, once, twice, your forehead, your cheeks (which was not freezing anymore) and lastly your lips again. He felt like they belonged there, fitting perfectly with yours.

A sudden banging noise can be heard from outside the booth, “Hurry up, then!” you didn’t even realise you have been in there for quite a while.

“Sorry!” you yelled out, quickly grabbing your things and exiting, Trent’s hand bringing you outside. with giggles pouring out of your guys’ lips.

The other pair went inside the booth, shaking their heads and mumbling something under their breath. But you didn’t pay attention, you were all too enamoured by your boyfriend and his previous bold action.

Now, it was your turn to stare at him, taking in his features.

As you both wait for the picture to develop, your arms went around Trent’s waist, his moved to your hips. You were no longer cold, warmth filling your heart along with the tips of your lips as the traces of your boyfriend lingered.

Captured memories to keep forever.

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The Uptown Girl and The Brooklyn Boy

Pairing: Greaser!Bucky Barnes x Uptown Girl!Reader Summary: Everyone knows that all any Uptown Girl needs is a Greaser from Brooklyn to make her forget all about her uptown world.

A.N. - Here's a long awaited request from one of my dearest readers @oneofstarkskids, it definitely strayed a little from that initial request but i hope you enjoy! "just reread this and it's still so amazing 😭 do you take requests? if so, would you be inclined to writing a grease themed bucky au one shot?"

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Picture this... he's from the wrong side of the tracks. He's everything every mother in your neighborhood warned you about. His hands perpetually stuffed in his pockets, a cigarette hanging from his lips, scuffed leather jacket snug around his broad shoulders.

You're none of those things, the complete opposite. Pearls strung around your neck. Perfectly done up, lips painted the perfect rouge. You're as educated as a woman could be in your day and age. You're an Uptown girl. Capital O - Old Money.

Your friends are enamored with Bucky Barnes and his friends - though you all know they'll never do anything about. Not as long as their parents had anything to say about it. And none of them are prepared to give up their high class life. It's just fun for them. A way to sow some wild oats before their parents introduce them to their future husbands.

Every chance they get, they pester you to take the long way home. To walk by that mechanic shop where Bucky and his friends hang out.

They never approach those Brooklyn boys. No, they never offer more than a coy smile and a languid, flirty twinkle of their manicured fingers. They just relish in the attention they get from walking past them.

You hate it. You hate their arrogance. You hate the smell of nicotine that hangs around him. You hate everything about them, down to those oddly charming Brooklyn accents.

"Hey," a blonde boy calls as you and your best friend walk past their mechanic shop one day. "Hey!"

"I told you this was a bad idea," you hiss at your friend, locking your arm with hers. "Now, look."

"I think they want to talk to us," she squeals under her breath.

He picks up his stride, doing a half jog until he reaches where your friend holds you hostage on the pavement. "We see you ladies passin' through every once in a while. Thought we could be friends or somethin'."

Your friend is immediately entranced with the blonde boy. Her face flushes as she beams at him, "We would love that!"

"We have enough friends," you simultaneously reply.

"She's kidding," your friend nervously chuckles, elbowing you in your ribs.

The blonde boy laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, "Well, I'm Steve. My friend there is Bucky."

As if on cue, Bucky saunters up beside Steve with an equally arrogant grin. He tips his head at each of you. "Hello, ladies."

Your friend nods at the two of them, an ear to ear grin taking up her entire face. "It's nice to meet you, Steve, Bucky."

The brunette's eyes flash over to you, speaking through that infuriating smirk, "Pleasure's ours."

"Would you ladies like to join us for a Coke?" Steve offers.

"We'd love to!" she immediately replies.

You shoot your friend an intense, incredulous glare. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us for a second?"

"Sure thing." Steve nods, ambling away from you and your friend to give you a moment of privacy.

Bucky doesn't move an inch. He stands before you with that same arrogant smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I'm good right here."

"Fine," you scoff, speaking as bluntly as you can. Despite your polite upbringing, you you find don't care about offending him in the slightest. "We are not staying here!"

"Come on," she pleads. "What's the harm?"

"Where's the good in staying?" you shoot back.

"They're just so handsome," she fawns, looking over her shoulder to give a coy wave to the blonde boy. "And there's one for the both of us, it's fate!"

"It's not fate. They're nothing but trouble."

Bucky snorts, rolling his eyes, "You remember that I'm still right here, right?"

You shoot a glare at Bucky. "I know."

He playfully clutches his chest. "You're hurtin' my feelings, Doll."

You can feel the anger raising your blood's temperature. You don't like how quickly he's gotten underneath your skin. "I'm not your Doll."

"Princess?" he suggests with an infuriating wag of his eyebrows.

There's an embarrassingly large part of you that wants to stamp your foot at him and yell at him to stop teasing you. You keep it together just enough to contain that visceral reaction you're having to Bucky Barnes. Mostly. "I'm not your anything!"

He crosses his arms over his chest. "What did I ever do to you, Princess?"

Your eyes narrow in accusation. "I know your type."

"Charming? Irresistibly handsome?"

"Horrendously arrogant," you seethe at him. You turn back to your friend, only to find her missing, "Now, can we please go-"

"Your friend ran off the second you were focused on me."

Your eyes flicker to behind Bucky to your friend, who sure enough is enthralled in a conversation with Steve. "I was not focused on you!"

"Then why didn't you notice your friend runnin' away from you?"

"You're incorrigible."

The corner of Bucky's lips twitch up. "Didn't they teach you in that finishing school that it's not polite to insult people who are tryin' to be your friend?"

"And how would you know that I went to finishing school?"

He quirks an eyebrow at you like the answer is obvious. His eyes rake over you. From the way you hold yourself. To the dresses that oozed quiet luxury. You and Bucky were as different as night and day. "I know an uptown girl when I see one."

"And I know trouble when I see it," you shoot back. "And you Brooklyn boys are nothing but trouble."

It only gets worse from there. After that first interaction, your friend in fully infatuated with Steve Rogers. There is no tearing her away from him.

And that means, as your friend's dutiful alibi, you were dragged down to Brooklyn far more than you ever wanted.

And worst of all, it meant you spent most of your free time in the presence of Bucky Barnes.

"Please, just be nice," your friend begs as you trudge up to their garage. "I'd settle for polite even."

You scoff at her, rolling your eyes, "I'm always polite - just like I'm always nice."

"Not to Bucky, you're not."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you grumble, walking into the garage. Your friend takes off, immediately falling into the arms of Steve Rogers. Leaving you with Bucky Barnes to sit with him on the the couch that's become your most constant companion on days like today. As you walk past Bucky, you snipe, "James."

Bucky quirks a brow, smirking at you, "Oh, so now I'm James?"

"That's your name, isn't it?"

He walks away from the bike he spends most of his time working on, snatching a rag from his tool bench and wiping his hands of motor grease. Your eyes involuntarily wander to his hands, the care he puts into wiping each and every one of his fingers.

You stare for a second too long for Bucky not to notice you staring at his hands. "Remind me to thank Steve for tellin' ya that."

You roll your eyes, finally snapping out of it. "It's far better than the alternative."

He flicks the rag over, resting it on his shoulder. "So you like my name?"

You softly snort as you settle onto the couch. "I didn't say that. I said it was better than the alternative."

That smirk only gets even bigger. "What else do ya like about me?"

You roll your eyes. "Not a thing."

He settles into the couch beside you. Far too close for your liking. You can almost feel the rough denim of his jeans through your skirt. "I just love these conversations of ours."

"I don't."

His entire torso turns towards you, mischief and amusement gleaming in those blue eyes, "I mean, why would I want warmth and affection when I could have blind hatred?"

"It's not blind hatred." In spite of easily Bucky gets under your skin, you can't deny just how unfairly handsome he is. Even now, you find yourself lost in the depths of his ocean blue eyes. "It's perfectly reasonable contempt."

He gently runs a finger down your cheek. "I love when you talk smart to me."

You swat his hand away from your face. "Don't patronize me."

"I'm not!" Bucky insists. "I really love it! I know it's just your way of flirting with me!"

You scoff, making no attempt to hide your offense, "I am not flirting with you!"

He tilts his head at you, that arrogant smirk once again tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Come on, just admit it, Doll. You're a little sweet on me."

"I am not your Doll!" You fly up out of your seat with an indignant huff. "And I most certainly am not sweet on you!"

"Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at me when I walk around here without a shirt. Or the way you were staring at my hands just now. What exactly were you picturin' my hands doin'?"

"I was not picturing anything." Your cheeks flame as you continue to bicker back and forth with him. Sure, he was possibly the most gorgeous man you'd ever laid eyes on. And yes, he could be incredibly charming. And sometimes, you found yourself staring at him in an not so innocent way. But you hated him. He infuriated you to no end. "And I was not staring!"

The grin is practically splitting his face. "And you've definitely thought about kissin' me."

"I would rather walk from here to Jersey than kiss you."

He slides up off the couch, taking a long step towards you. "You've got a hell of a temper, you know that?"

You refuse to back down. You press an accusing finger into his chest. You can't help but notice just how firm the muscles underneath that white t-shirt are. "I just think you're real good at pushing my buttons."

"Real good?" Bucky teases. "I think Brooklyn is startin' to rub off on you."

"You know what I think?" Your chest starts to heave with the anger and frustration you feel towards Bucky Barnes. "I think that you're the last person I would ever let rub off on me. I think that you're an arrogant smart ass that likes to spend his day running his mouth."

"And I think you're a repressed priss that couldn't take what she wanted 'less it's handed to her on a silver platter."

"You wouldn't know a damn thing about what I want."

"You wanna know what I think..." He leans closer, lowering himself to your eye level. "I think that you're pissed off because you know deep down those punk ass rich boys will never make ya happy, I think you're pissed off 'cause you're bored, and I think you're pissed off 'cause you want me - even if you'll never admit it."

You don't have a response to that. There's not a single word that comes to mind. You don't think you've ever been this mad before.

And because you can't think of a single word to assuage your heaving chest and boiling blood, you do something that a polite, good girl like you would never even dreaming of doing. Before you can think, you find your hand opening and winding back.

Before you can even make contact with his cheek, he catches your hand, gripping your wrist between his warm, calloused hand. He hauls you forward until you stumble into his chest.

For a moment, you can almost hear a pin drop. The tension is so thick the only air in the room Bucky's breath dancing across your lips. "I think I'm gonna kiss you."

A soft breath stutters from your lips. "And I think I'm gonna let you."

You weren't sure what it was, but after that first kiss, you couldn't get enough of your Brooklyn boy. Even after your friend and Steve had mostly fizzled out, you couldn't get enough of him.

You waited for the moment that they all talked about, the moment when you had your fill of the boy from the wrong side of tracks, when your wild oats were sufficiently sowed, but it never came.

Every time you laid eyes on him, the seal on your fate only solidified more and more. The more you saw him, the more you wanted him. And the more sure you were that you would never be able to let him go.

You weren't a stranger to the boredom and monotony of your upper echelon life, but this was different. This wasn't boredom, he wasn't a distraction. From the moment you met Bucky, you lost all interest in the upper echelon of it all.

Suddenly, you don't care what your friends think, what your parents would think. Suddenly, you were throughly repulsed by the thought of marrying one of those repressed, trust fund babies that littered your street.

And even your friends, the same ones that lived off their fleeting attention, didn't understand.

Your friend rolls her eyes again, a sigh of irritation leaving her lips as you ready to go meet Bucky, "Are you really going back up there?"

"You're the reason I met him in the first place!"

"I know. I know," she groans, clearly disappointed that you hadn't lost interest in Bucky like she had with Steve. "And I'm happy for you! I am! I just I want to make sure..."

Her tone finally gets your full attention. You put your bag down on the table, your eyebrow pulled together, "Make sure what?"

"You're just sowing wild oats, right?"

Your entire face puckers with distaste, "What?"

"That sounded bad," she backtracks, a guilty look painting her face. She takes a deep breath, resting a condescending hand on your shoulder. "You just - you know your future isn't with Bucky, right?"

You shake her hand off your shoulder. "What does that mean?"

"He's from a different world than we are. You know that."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," you scoff. "I thought you, of all people, would understand."

"Come on, he's not exactly the sort of guy you can bring home to your parents."

You snort, turning away from her, "I have to go."

"You know I'm right!" she calls after you.

You didn't know that. In fact, the more time you spent with him, the more you saw why he was exactly the right person to bring home to your parents. He was everything you could ever bring yourself to hope for and more. Sure, he was different than you and your family, but he was a good man. He was perfect for you.

Surely, your parents could see that. Surely, they could see how good he was for you.

So that's exactly what you were going to do.

Bucky sighs against your lips, "I missed ya."

You don't know when that happened, but you've come to find a comfort in the scent of the faded leather of his jacket, in the feeling of his calloused fingertips trailing dangerously high on your upper thigh.

In the backseat of his beloved car, you curl closer into his side, resting your head on his chest, "Me too."

He kisses the top of your head, watching as you stare off into the distance, "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours?"

You pull back slightly, lifting your head off his chest. With a furrowed brow, you ask him, "How serious are you about me?"

"Dead serious," he replies in an instant.

You lightly swat his chest. "Quit playing."

"'M not playin'," he swears. He does an 'x' over his heart, "Cross my heart."

His answer gives you all the reassurance you need. All there was to do was ask him. Still, there was a hesitancy. You worry that this will just make him realize that you two might just be insurmountably, irreconcilably different. You decide that the best way to ask is just ask. "Then what would you say about meeting my parents?"

"I'd love to," Bucky coolly answers.

You can't help the way your face lights up with hope. "Really?"

"Of course. Anything for my girl."

You really like the way that sounds. His girl. You could get used to being his girl.

The look on your face is worth it all to Bucky. He only hopes you don't see the anxiety in his expression.

He wasn't oblivious to how different your worlds were. He knew there was a good chance that this wouldn't last forever. It didn't really matter what he wanted or how much he was willing to fight for you, he knew the reality of it all.

He couldn't offer you half of what someone in your neighborhood could. Your worlds couldn't be more different.

And he's never been more aware of it than on the eve of meeting your parents.

Steve smirks at Bucky as he fiddles with his tie again. "You're really seein' this through, aren't you?"

Bucky smacks Steve upside his head. "Don't be a jerk."

"I'm just sayin'," Steve shrugs, settled into the couch of Bucky's family home. "I'm happy for ya, Buck. You really like this girl."

"I wouldn't be dressed like this for anyone else. Are you sure this is right?" Bucky tugs at his tie again. Maybe it was that the suit hadn't seen the light of day in a few years and was a little more snug than he remembered. Or maybe it was just that he'd only dressed like this for funerals and weddings, but everything about his getup today made him feel like a fraud. He was sure if your parents saw him like this, they'd see right through him. "I feel like I'm goin' to a school dance."

"Where does she live again?"

Bucky tries his best to hide his wince. He'd never been to your side of town, but he'd heard stories. Sure, most of them were made up, but there had to be some truth buried in the tall tales. "Upper West Side."

Steve pats his shoulder. "Stick with the tie, Buck."

He listens to Steve's advice and sticks with the tie. As he walks through your neighborhood, seeing houses bigger than entire apartment buildings on his block that line your street, he's pretty confident in trusting Steve up until the moment he sees you.

Your smile stutters as you see him waiting outside the gate of your home. It was just his luck that your house was one of the biggest on the block. Your eyes trail up and down Bucky's uncharacteristic attire. "What are you wearing?"

His heart sinks. He looks down, patting his blazer and tie. "Am I - Am I not this thing right? I knew it - I told Steve -"

"No, no," you quickly interject. "You look great! I've just never seen you... like this."

"What's wrong with this?" Bucky hedges.

Your soft smile up at him is the only thing soothing his knotted stomach. "Nothing, I - I just wanted them to meet you, to meet the Bucky that I know and - and I want them to know you. Not whoever this is."

"I - I didn't think they would like that Bucky very much," Bucky confesses.

It doesn't escape you that he's nervous, especially as he fiddles with this tie over and over again. You're well aware of how intimidating this all is. Even as someone who grew up in this social circle, in the thick of the upper echelon, you still found yourself scared of doing and saying the wrong thing.

You knew he was only trying to fit in as best as he could. Still, you missed the smell of his leather jacket, the waft of motor oil that often clung to his skin. "Well, I like you the way you are. Greaser and all."

"Thanks." It's comforting to him. Still, as his eyes rove over your house, he can't help but be glad he listened to both Steve and his mother. He holds out the bouquet of flowers in his hand. "My Ma told me to bring these for your Ma."

An endeared smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. He was really trying to win over your parents. He really was serious about this - about you. "My mother will love this."

"Your mother," Bucky corrects himself, doing his best to tame his Brooklyn twang.

"Just be yourself," you assure him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as you make your way up the long driveway. "No one else, just you."

"Any other tips?"

"If you run out of things to talk about ask my father about his cars. He collects them."

It takes everything in Bucky not to gape like a fish out of water. "He collects... cars?"

You ignore his question, continuing to fill Bucky in on your parents, "And my mother, well, she's a terrible gossip. If you can get her talking about her friends, you've won her over."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Just relax. They'll love you."

As he walks into your home, greeted by a man wearing a nicer suit than he is who offered to take his coat from him, Bucky's not quite sure he believes you.

Your heels click against the sleek marble flooring as you guide him through your home. He holds on tight to your hand, half afraid that you'll let go and he'll get lost in the labyrinth of pristine beige hallways.

Your father is the first to greet Bucky in your living room. He extends a hand out to Bucky. "You must be the boy we've heard so much about."

"It's nice to meet you both," Bucky returns the firm handshake before turning to your mother with the warmest smile he can muster through his anxiety. "You have a lovely home, ma'am. I brought these for you."

She takes the bouquet from Bucky's hand. "Oh, that's very kind of you..."

"Oh, it's Bucky," he supplies.

"Bucky?" your mother dubiously repeats. "How unique..."

"It's James, actually," Bucky corrects himself, already feeling himself getting flustered. "James Buchanan Barnes. 's where Bucky comes from."

Your mother nods, offering a tight smile, "How lovely."

As your mother hands off the flowers to one of the wait staff, he can't help but already feel like he's already made that dreaded bad first impression.

As though you can see the despair forming in the pit of his stomach and dampening the glimmer in his blue eyes, you give his hand a squeeze along with a smile.

"Dinner is ready," your mother announces. "Why don't we make our way to the dining room?"

"That sounds wonderful," you beam, leading Bucky into the next room. You stutter to a stop just before the dining table. You look at the table as you take your seat, your eyebrows furrowed at something that Bucky hasn't quite caught on to. "Mother? I thought we agreed on a more simple menu tonight."

As you speak you reach under the table, giving Bucky's hand an apologetic squeeze. Just from your inflection, Bucky can tell what awaits him will not be pleasant.

"Nonsense." She dismissively waves you off. "We have a guest."

"We talked about this," you admonish. "You promised."

"Bucky?" your mother calls. "Do you mind having a more formal dinner? I know it might be a tad unusual for you."

"Mother," you sharply warn.

"Um, no, ma'am," Bucky awkwardly lilts. "That sounds lovely."

A self satisfied smirk settles on your mother's face. "See? It's fine."

"Why are there so many forks?" Bucky whispers under his breath.

"Just work your way in," you reply as quietly as you can.

"Do you change forks every bite or somethin'?" It's half an attempt at a joke, half an honest question.

"In between courses."

"Courses?"

Before you can answer Bucky's question, your mother is already beginning her interrogation. "So, James, tell us about yourself."

"There's not much to tell," Bucky replies. "I was born and raised down in Brooklyn."

Your father snorts, "Really?"

You're not quite sure if Bucky catches the sarcastic lilt to your father's question or if he really does just try to rise above it. It's hard to tell with how he rolls with the punches. "Yes, sir."

"Any siblings?" your mother asks.

"I'm the oldest of four, ma'am."

"Any plans for your life?" your father finally pipes in.

"Dad," you hiss.

Your father shrugs, "It's an honest question."

Once again, it rolls off of Bucky's back. "Well, I'm workin' at a garage right now. Me and my friend, Steve, we're hopin' to buy it out. We've just about saved enough between the two of us to buy it from the ol' man when he's ready to retire."

"A man with a plan. I like that."

"Thank you, sir." You're sure that you hear Bucky's sigh of relief as he finds his footing. You can practically see his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your daughter tells me that you have an impressive collection yourself."

You weren't entirely sure how he pulled it off, but by the end of the night, Bucky is talking to your parents like they're old friends.

You're not even sure why you're that surprised, you hated him up until the moment you succumbed to his charm.

As the evening comes to a close, he stands in the doorway, shaking your father's hand again, offering your mother that charming grin once more, "Thank you for dinner. Everything was delicious."

"You're welcome back anytime, James."

"Thank you." You're almost shocked at your mother's open invitation. He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. "I'll see ya later."

The three of you stand in the foyer of your house as Bucky walks down the steps and down the driveway with his hands shoved in his pockets. You look up to your father, face filled with hope. "So?"

"He's a nice boy."

You're not sure your grin can get any bigger. "I really like him."

"You'll grow out of it."

Your heart sinks the moment the words leave your father's mouth. "What?"

"It can't come soon enough," your mother groans. "You're far too good for him."

"You don't know him."

"We know his type, dear," your mother condescendingly sighs. "And good girls like you don't belong with boys like that, but I do think it was sweet of you to invite your little infatuation to dinner."

You feel like all the air has been knocked out of you. For a moment tonight, you really thought they were coming around. You truly thought it would all work out for the best. "Infatuation?"

"That's what this is, right?" your father asks, concern painting his expression when he sees the furiously determined look in your face. "You're just... rebelling?"

You look up at your father, shaking your head. "No, no, I'm not just rebelling."

You fought with them the whole night before you went to find him the very next day. They threatened you with everything they could think of. When that didn't work, they bribed you with everything they could think of. You didn't care for any of it.

The moment you see him, you know he knows. You're not sure if he realized it the moment he walked out of your door or if it took him a quick recollection of the night to realize it, but he knows all the same. It looks like he hasn't slept a wink. A deep frown replaces his usual grin. He looks entirely and totally distraught.

He notices you the moment you walk up to his garage just like you did all those times before.

This time, it's obvious is different. There aren't barbed words or verbal jabs. You don't bound into his arms. Even Steve offers you a sad twitch of his lips.

Bucky watches you for a long moment before you break the silence. He reaches into his pocket, lighting a cigarette in between his fingers. "Hi."

"They hated me, right?" He doesn't waste words. Your lips press together in a tight line. He takes a large drag from his cigarette. You can't remember the last time you saw him smoking. He shakes his head, hissing under his breath, "Damn it..."

"Bucky?"

He takes another large pull from his cigarette. Even from feet away, you can smell the nicotine in the air. "Just do it. I understand."

"What?"

"That's why you're here, right? Just get it over with."

Your eyebrows furrow. "I don't understand."

"I'm not an idiot, alright?" he spits. "I know I didn't pass their little test, so just call it already."

"Is that really what you thought last night was?"

"What else would you call last night? 'Cause I think I was the butt of the joke from beginnin' to end."

"You were not the butt of the joke, Bucky."

"Oh, please, I fell face first into their punchline."

You suck in a shaky breath, both your own hurt and the cloud of smoke around Bucky burning at your throat, "Is that what you think of me? That I was tryin' to set you up?"

"Yes! No- No! I just - I - Don't you see it?"

"See what?" you demand.

"That I'm not good enough for you!" he desperately exclaims, tossing his cigarette on the pavement. "And everyone else already knows it! Last night proved that!"

"My parents are assholes, Bucky. I came here to apologize for them, to tell you that I don't care what they think."

His voice quiets, the anger melts off his words until all that's left is a heartbreaking sincerity, "You should. You deserve so much more than what I can give you."

"They don't know you, but I do." You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. "And I think you've got everything I want. I'm yours, Bucky. All yours."

"Do you mean that?"

"Every word."

"What did I do to deserve you? My perfect girl." He kisses the back of the hand he hods, using it to tug you closer to him. He quirks a brow at you when you pull away from him. "What?"

You wrinkle your nose at him. "I hate the smell of smoke."

"I'll quit," he immediately replies.

"You'll quit smoking? Just like that?"

"That surprise you?"

"It's just - Maybe you Brooklyn boys aren't as tough as you think you are," you tease.

He smirks. "Maybe we're not. Maybe I'm not - but I think it's because I'm in love with an Uptown girl."

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Hi ! Can u make a steamy make out/dry humping session after a long tiring day of Kyungsoo and gf reader please! Thank u 🩷

HIIII Ty for your assskkk! ofc I can! This is my first time writing for him so I wanted to make sure I kept it short so I didn’t stray too far away from what could be considered accurate, but I do plan on writing more for him bc I absolutely adore him 🤭

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Your fingers tangle in his black hair as he rests on your hips, slowly guiding them as you grind against him with nothing but your thin underwear and his black dress pants between the two of you. His tongue gracefully moves in your mouth as he kisses you, neither of you planned to go this far, he said that he was going out because he had work and you said that you were going to spend the day catching up on old hobbies since you had nothing to do, but after one kiss that last a little too long Kyungsoo couldn’t help but melt as your fingertips traced up the back of his neck and into his hair, all it took was for him to lean in a little closer, pressing your back against the table as his hand rested on your hip for you to want more. In a matter of seconds, you were on top of him, grinding against him in your nightgown as you lustfully kissed each other only pulling away for short breaths of air.

For a second, as he began kissing down your neck while pushing your thin nightgown up, you wanted to warn him that he’d be late, but the feeling of his fingers brushing over your nipples quickly made you change your mind. Clinging to him you press yourself down onto him harder, the feeling of his fully erect cock underneath you felt so good, and every gentle touch from his hands made that feeling intensify greatly.

“You’re so pretty,” He muttered against your hot skin, chills rising all over your body as you feel his breath on your neck, “Soo…” You felt like you could hardly breathe with how excited you were becoming, shamelessly grinding against him faster as you become increasingly wet you started to feel tingles all over your body. His soft lips felt like heaven, and his heavy breathing as he left sweet kisses on your jaw was making you feel like you’d explode, “I’m gonna be late…” He said in between short kisses, but you were far too gone to stop, you needed him, and it was too late to stop now. “Just fifteen more minutes…I’ve missed you.”

𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

happy black history month for my african americans! hope you have an amazing month filled with prosperity and success!

♇ before i get into this post, the celebrities/influencers that will be mentioned are not in order of who are the most influential! the people i picked out were specifically picked out by me so if there's someone i left out, it is most likely because i already used them for a similar previous research or i did not want to :)

♇ this isnt only a post about the influence black girls have, its also black women who are known for their beauty, you might not know them by name but if you research them on pinterest, you'll see all of them have been used in black girls mood boards.

+ this is also a fame indicator post.

THE DEGREES EXPLAINED HERE IS AIDED BY JANDUZ ALONG WITH MY OWN RESEARCH!

paid chart readings :)

the public figures i have used are rihanna, itslos/lorraine smith, kenza, vinetria, lauren london, jodie woods, maya jama, lori harvey, JT, aaliyah, jayda wayda and india love.

ASCENDANT

♇ the ascendant sign that appeared the most was the ascendant in aquarius, it is not a surprise that the sign of influence, trends and the internet appeared the most in the ascendant research. the person in the gif above is known as indialove, a known tumblr girl who set the wave for many more black it girls to take their own stage. perhaps there was someone before her but india is the most known.

though take this with a grain of salt, it is a little booster, the modality of the ascendants that appeared the most was the fixed ascendant.

and the element that appeared the most was air.

ASCENDANT ASPECTS ⬎ 

♇ moving on, the aspect the ascendant made the most was the ascendant aspecting neptune, neptune is one of the planets of glamour and projection, this could link to how people found these people to be inspirations and living their lives through them.

ASCENDANT DEGREES ⬎ 

♇ lastly, the degree that appeared the most for the ascendants was the 15°, a gemini degree, a degree that is known for being inventive, aiding someone to have a lot of inventive ideas. this degree can bring fame and wealth.

SUN

♇ the sun sign that appeared the most was the sun in capricorn, in greek mythology the Greek God that ruled over capricorn was Pan, [Saturn is ruled by Kronos/Cronous], one of the commodities Pan ruled over was being a shepherd, a shepherd rules the sheep [followers] and whatever the shepherd does, the sheep follow, which could be symbolise the trends and styles that are copied and admired.

the second sign that appeared the most was leo, and the second was sagittarius.

the sun element that occurred the most was fire and the modality was cardinal, take these with a grain a salt, they are little boosters.

SUN HOUSE ⬎

♇ there wasnt a specific house the sun appeared in the most, but if we used mode calculation, the house the sun appeared in the most was the 1H. but the sun appeared in cardinal houses a lot.

SUN ASPECTS ⬎

♇ moving on, what i had realised is that the planet that aspected the sun a lot was the sun aspecting mars, the sun ruling themes like persona, style and the mars rules someone taking the first step/doing something first.

sun aspecting mercury was the second aspect that appeared the most, mercury ruling over trends and the internet. [so does uranus].

SUN DEGREES ⬎

♇ although, the degree that repeated the most was the 2°, a taurus degree, also a degree that is known for its beauty.

the second degree that appeared the most was the 14°, another taurus/venusian degree. within the research i couldnt help but notice that fixed degrees appeared a lot.

MOON

♇ the moon sign that repeated the most was the moon being in taurus, taurus a sign of beauty and the moon being a planet of audience helps an individual become notifiable because of their appearance.

the second moon sign that appeared the most was leo and the third was pisces, think of it as a mini boost since they were not first.

the element that appeared the most within the moon signs was the element earth.

MOON HOUSE ⬎

♇ the house the moon appeared in the most was the Moon being in the TWELFTH HOUSE, the twelfth house is an underrated house of fame [will explain in another post], and is also ruled by neptune/pisces which are the commodities of glamour and camera.

MOON ASPECTS ⬎

♇ the planet that aspected the moon the most was neptune, [moon-neptune], moon the celestial planet that rules the face and neptune the planet of glamour and beauty.

the second aspect that appeared the most was the moon aspecting mars.

MOON DEGREES ⬎

♇ to finish with the moon content, the degree that the moon was in the most within my research was the moon in the 26°, a Taurus Degree that speaks about receiving flattery from other people. the 26° is also a Venus degree.

on the other hand, i noted that there was a lot of cardinal and fire degrees.

MERCURY

[mercury can rule trends and social media like uranus/aquarius, mercury is more quick and uranus has is more around longevity]

♇ the mercury sign that appeared the most within the research was capricorn in mercury, the same explanation that i had for the capricorn sun can be said here. especially since it is in mercury, the sign of flashy trendiness.

the second sign that appeared the most was mercury in scorpio.

though for modality, fixed mercury appeared the most and for the element, it was earth.

MERCURY HOUSE ⬎

♇ the house mercury appeared in the most was the 11H, its not a surprise uranus/saturnian energy is coming to play. the 11H as i have said before is centred around longevity in trends and just things being passed around on social media. the 11H will help the mercury planet bring bigger attention.

on the other hand, mutable houses appeared the most for mercury, and for the element it was air.

MERCURY ASPECTS ⬎

♇ for this part of the research, this planet really aspected mercury to the point that it actually really surprised me, and once again like it has to other planets i have written about, the planet that aspected mercury the most was neptune. mercury a social planet being paired with a beauty and glamour planet, as a summary, imagine how people quickly move onto the next beauty trend like, "mafia's/mob's wife", "office siren", etc. that is basically mercury-neptune, the mercury lacks the longevity of the "trend".

the second mercury aspect that had appeared was mercury aspecting saturn.

MERCURY DEGREES ⬎

to finish with this party of the research, the mercury degree wasnt really precise, but within all the degree research for the mercury planet, air degrees occurred the most, and fixed degrees.

VENUS

♇ moving onto venus, the sign that appeared the most for venus, was once again capricorn. same explanation that i used for sun can be used here.

the second sign that appeared the most was aries, not a surprise.

take it with a grain of salt, but the element that occurred the most was air venus.

VENUS HOUSES ⬎

♇ now the house venus appeared in was mainly mutable houses, venus will be able to adapt to whatever it is in, but since virgo is a mutable sign, venus might have to work harder since it is in its fall there.

VENUS ASPECTS ⬎

♇ the planet that aspected venus the most was mercury, a planet of trends and social media.

the second planet that appeared the most was venus aspecting saturn.

VENUS DEGREES ⬎

to finish with the venus section, the degree that appeared most for venus was the 23°, i dont know it if it s known fact, but the 23 degree is a beauty degree. it also talks about artistic gifts, so people with this degree in venus or in their big six are likely people who know how to dress.

MARS

♇ the sign that appeared in mars the most was sagittarius, i dont know if i said it on my blog or on a previous discord, but i remember mentioning the sagittarius in mars is a fame indicator overall, with the jupiterian influence in mars, the individual is more passionate and ambitious to complete their goals, they can be great at speaking things into reality along with their charisma and humour aiding them to be approved by the people around them.

the second sign that appeared the most was capricorn and the third was aquarius.

MARS HOUSE ⬎

♇ the house mars appeared in the most was frequent, but modality wise the house mars appeared in the most was fixed houses. [2H, 5H, 8H and 11H are fixed houses]. makes someone have a straight vision for what they want.

MARS ASPECTS ⬎

♇ the aspect mars made to a planet the most was venus, not a surprise since this aspect can make someone very interested in "sexiness", "beauty", "fashion", and having an appeal in general. people with this aspect tend to attract the opposite sex a lot, [attention wise].

the second aspect to appear the most was mars aspecting saturn.

MARS DEGREES ⬎

♇ the degree mars appeared in the most was the 27°, a Gemini Degree, the degree in gemini itself can speak of success, especially if they pursued anything artistic/creative.

the second degree to pop up the most was the 28°, a Cancer degree.

JUPITER

[you may wonder why i put jupiter here, but jupiter amplifies a sign, and it is also linked to how people worship/praise you, i have a post about it here].

♇ lastly for the planets, the jupiter sign that occurred the most was jupiter in capricorn, what i said for the sun in capricorn applies here as well. on the other hand, jupiter in capricorn strengthens someone longevity and authority over what they're good at. it gives honour and respect and sort of makes someone the face of a sub-genre they're in.

the second jupiter sign that appeared the most was libra and third was aquarius, take these with a grain of salt.

JUPITER HOUSES ⬎

♇ there wasnt a specific house jupiter was in the most, but i was able to identify that most houses were in water houses.

JUPITER ASPECTS ⬎

♇ the planet that aspected jupiter the most was jupiter aspecting saturn. same explanation i have for the jupiter in capricorn context above.

the second planet that aspected jupiter the most was the moon.

JUPITER DEGREES ⬎

♇ the degree that occurred in jupiter the most was cancer degrees. cancer which is governed by the moon rules over audiences, and jupiter with it adds more admiration and people having their eyes on you.

⟶ EXTRAS

PLANET DOMINANCE ⬎

♇ the top planet that appeared the most was saturn.

second was mars and third was uranus.

SIGN DOMINANCE ⬎

♇ the sign dominance that occurred the most within the research, was clearly capricorn!

second was aries and third was sagittarius.

ELEMENT DOMINANCE ⬎

♇ the element dominance that appeared the most within my research was earth.

in second place was fire.

MODALITY DOMINANCE ⬎

♇ the modality that repeated the most was cardinal.

second was fixed.

DEGREE[S] ⬎

♇ the degree that appeared the most was the 15°, a gemini degree that speaks of someone who is inventive and had many ideas. can bring fame and wealth.

second degree that appeared the most was the 7°, a libra degree, and the third degree that occurred the most was the 16°, a cancer degree.

thank you if you made it here! hope this post was resourceful :)

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Romance Masterpost

How to write it

How to write romance

Love Language - Showing, not telling love

Love Language - Showing you care

Honeymoon

Slow burn

Forbidden Romance (+ prompts)

Reasons for a break-up while still loving each other

How to write a wedding

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a love-hate relationship

How to write enemies to lovers (+ prompts)

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

Arranged matrimony for royalty (+ prompts)

Date gone wrong

Academic rivals to lovers

Romantic Fall Date Ideas

How to write a polyamorous relationship

Milestones in a relationship

How to write age difference

Fluffy Kiss Scene

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Reasons for having a crush on someone

Ways a wedding could go wrong

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One-Liners Dialogue - Romantic, Smutty + Physical

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Jealousy Prompts

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Romance Sentence Starters

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Super soft intimacy

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Cute Interactions

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Fake Dating Prompts (Masterpost)

OT3 Prompts (Masterpost)

Meet Cutes/Meet Uglies

Royal Love (Masterpost)

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

Caring for their partner prompts

Roommates to Lovers (Masterpost)

Professor/TA Romance

Friends with benefits to lovers Prompts

Romance Dialogue Prompts – Uncomfortable with affection

Matchmaking Prompts

Valentine’s Day Prompts

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Kisses

Hugs

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Hugging Dialogue

Physical Reactions

Casual Affections

Intimate Moments

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Love Languages (Masterpost)

Subtle Acts of Love

Bed Sharing Scenarios

Seeking out physical affection

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Love Confessions (Masterpost)

Lovers being caught Prompts

Love Triangle Ideas

Soulmates AU (Masterpost)

WLW Plot Ideas

Second chance trope

Cooking/Baking Dialogue Prompts

Quiet movie night Prompts

Grumpy + Sunshine Dialogue

Grumpy Affectionate Dialogue

Exes to lovers Prompts (Masterpost)

Reluctant allies to friends to lovers dynamic

Best friends to lovers Prompts

Childhood friends to lovers Prompts

Workplace Romance (Masterpost)

Secret relationship dialogue

Date Prompts (Masterpost)

One Night Stand Prompts

Parallel Universe Romance Prompts

Lover being hurt Prompts

Relationship Milestones (Masterpost: moving in, getting married, honeymoon)

Relationship Problems

Relationship Changes

Ship Dynamics

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