( Delivered on August 14th: a prettily wrapped package from one Lydia Selman, its contents containing a small glass bottle of hand-made, one-of-a-kind cologne, capped with a bright red metal twist-off top. Its notes are written in an accompanying card:
No florals or patchouli, as promised. Cedar, spice, some boozy notes, if you're so inclined. Happy birthday! ♡
Top notes: Juniper berry, cedar Heart notes: Absinth, galbanum Base notes: Oakmoss, leather, tonkin musk. )
[ alex, who tries 99% of the time trying to act like a pretty cool guy who doesn't afraid of anything, has a soft marshmallow center and has to take his package from the mailroom up to his apartment and spend a non-zero moments being verklempt. 🥺😔 it's not even that nobody gives him thoughtful gifts ever, it's just surprising coming besides his bff and sister.
( Dude, I puked in the stall for God knows how long. Halfway through, a kid sits down in the stall next to me and starts jacking off, i heard the porn on his phone and everything. so FYI, the middle stall is where good nights go to die )
( it's been a rather anxious morning, all considered, between not hearing from alex until he was in a place to actually send updates and trying to decide how to make a barren apartment more welcoming somehow. bucky isn't even sure what alex will be feeling by the time he arrives. exhausted? probably. they're both pretty good at always feeling that way. maybe it'd be better to make sure the bed is ready for a nap, and so he fusses.
and paces around the kitchen thinking of if he should make something for them to eat instead. maybe something small? nothing big. alex hadn't said anything about being hungry, really, just annoyed that the coffee was ass. right, he can make a fresh pot, some of that nice mocha bean he found at the grocers. and. and maybe a grilled cheese? he could do a fresh one once alex gets here. fruit? he should probably top up. the soldier is used to keeping a pretty decent stock of fruit in the bowl on the counter, but there's only one small orange, two bananas, and one red apple left.
rushing about, he manages to tidy up and prepare everything he can think of to make whatever alex decides on go smoothly any which way, after arriving. there's no doubt he's forgotten something, in the mix, but alex probably won't be too disappointed by it, right? that hadn't been a thing before, right? maybe?
though he leaves the tv on to spend the rest of the wait trying to relax, bucky fiddles with his phone instead, trying to remember something he must have forgotten to ensure alex doesn't have to worry about a thing anymore, after the night he's had. of course, he can't actually thinking of anything else, now that he's covered all the bases he can think of, so he'll just sit here obsessively checking his text messages until he gets alex's next update. )
[ meanwhile, once being freed from connecticut hell, alex continues to drive like the fast and the furious to drop erika and her friends off at their airbnb situation in queens, then drop his car off at a parking garage because why on earth would he drive in ✨ new york ✨?
honestly it's a little weird that, as hard as he simps for new york, his excitement about getting to spend time with bucky in His Own Space trumps his usual excitement over being Home. (but not actually home, home with all the metaphorical furniture moved around. but, you see... denial is a hell of a drug, and that drug is his actual fave.)
blah blah all his to say he is now walking towards bucky's apartment building, just on his phone. texting his beloved 😔 ]
( Well I've consulted some psychics but they keep saying all they hear in my head is screaming and all they see in my future is pool noodles and fruit snacks )
they didn't specify free or not though they better be free i'm gonna be disappointed in future me if he paid for them like they're okay if they're around, but i never wanna go buy them
( Package from mother. Contents: Cookies, my old pokemon cards, and condoms. Note: "These have a July 2010 expiration date so give them away or use them with a gal that would be a great daughter in law. Love Mom" )
um we're throwing those out right
and I hope the cookies were separately packaged
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dude this shit is getting burned except the pokemon cards most of them are shit but i had a dark charizard don't worry i know that means nothing to you, it's a just cool-looking card anyway i think the cookies are expired too happy birthday to me right at least she remembered the month this time
oh shit james you're getting deep over there i don't even know what the fuck kind it was besides "bird" the kind who thinks my eyes are a tasty treat i fuckin guess
( from ) ( there's a soft, amused rumble in bucky's throat, feeling alex's lips sliding away from the pull of gravity, a faint smile tugging at his lips alongside a gentle huff. his focus quickly redirects to keeping the both of them upright, aiming to prevent either of them crashing haphazardly into the bed, and as alex tries to find his balance again, bucky's grasp finally relents, slipping from the breast of alex's shirt to wind around to his hip. )
Sorry, ( he chuckles, assuming the fall had been his fault. ) Was just—
( he pauses, then, his breath still heavy as his lungs try to find equilibrium. whatever bucky meant to articulate drifts away as he remembers how pleasantly he'd just been swept up in it all, and still his body craves more. )
Well, you know. ( laughing sheepishly, he gives alex a moment to find his own bearings. )
[ he knew he could count on bucky to catch him from toppling over. (okay, maybe he didn't know, but he figured he was capable.) alex mumbles his own "sorry" into bucky's skin, then bites at his neck again while his face is there, acts like they're doing some kind of vampire roleplay — which he's not, he just wants to bite. there's something that feels both feral and possessive about it, which generally makes the blood in his body travel down to his groin. (also, he investigates like a shark. alex is a shark. it's a shark roleplay. we all know it. ) ]
Into it? You were into it? You liked it? [ the question comes out a little too quick, a little too approval-seeking. as if bucky now grasping at his hip wasn't enough of an answer — which was frustrating in the sense that now, having experienced than sensation, he wants more of it. chasing the high of getting touched by bucky is an exciting new literal contact sport.
after a single breath, he adds another question, voice lowered, less needy and more ✨ naughty ✨ — ] Do you want more than that?
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No florals or patchouli, as promised. Cedar, spice, some boozy notes, if you're so inclined. Happy birthday! ♡
Top notes: Juniper berry, cedar
Heart notes: Absinth, galbanum
Base notes: Oakmoss, leather, tonkin musk. )
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hey
thanks
it smells good
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[ attachment.png which, she knows will make him think it's a nude, but, even on his birthday annoying him a little is part of the fun! ]
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"my love"? getting pretty forward there, huh
how big are big plans?
you didn't have to do anything though, you know
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so when are you coming to NY?no subject
when am i not coming to ny
is that an invitation or
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Dude, I puked in the stall for God knows how long. Halfway through, a kid sits down in the stall next to me and starts jacking off, i heard the porn on his phone and everything. so FYI, the middle stall is where good nights go to die)Jesus Christ what the fuckno subject
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just fell off a roof. So I'm kinda chillin for a minute.)how????no subject
very important
it's okay a tree caught me half-way
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i'm fine as long as i don't move
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this hospital has no fireball)this isn't the time for Fireballsober up and get your dumb ass homeso help me
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i can't breathe, i deadass feel like i'm dying
i felt better outside
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Where do you think black out memories go?)probably the same place as wherever dreams end upwhich I imagine is some different dimension where dreams actually come trueno subject
deep
like blackouts are dreams when you're awake
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I'm not beyond bribing, Alexanderno subject
what kind of bribe are we talkin about
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*glad I'm not being picked last anymore
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no sleep til brooklyn.
and paces around the kitchen thinking of if he should make something for them to eat instead. maybe something small? nothing big. alex hadn't said anything about being hungry, really, just annoyed that the coffee was ass. right, he can make a fresh pot, some of that nice mocha bean he found at the grocers. and. and maybe a grilled cheese? he could do a fresh one once alex gets here. fruit? he should probably top up. the soldier is used to keeping a pretty decent stock of fruit in the bowl on the counter, but there's only one small orange, two bananas, and one red apple left.
rushing about, he manages to tidy up and prepare everything he can think of to make whatever alex decides on go smoothly any which way, after arriving. there's no doubt he's forgotten something, in the mix, but alex probably won't be too disappointed by it, right? that hadn't been a thing before, right? maybe?
though he leaves the tv on to spend the rest of the wait trying to relax, bucky fiddles with his phone instead, trying to remember something he must have forgotten to ensure alex doesn't have to worry about a thing anymore, after the night he's had. of course, he can't actually thinking of anything else, now that he's covered all the bases he can think of, so he'll just sit here obsessively checking his text messages until he gets alex's next update. )
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honestly it's a little weird that, as hard as he simps for new york, his excitement about getting to spend time with bucky in His Own Space trumps his usual excitement over being Home. (but not actually home, home with all the metaphorical furniture moved around. but, you see... denial is a hell of a drug, and that drug is his actual fave.)
blah blah all his to say he is now walking towards bucky's apartment building, just on his phone. texting his beloved 😔 ]
dude i'm here
i think
is there a buzzer
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Well I've consulted some psychics but they keep saying all they hear in my head is screaming and all they see in my future is pool noodles and fruit snacks)free fruit snacks thoughno subject
they better be free
i'm gonna be disappointed in future me if he paid for them
like they're okay if they're around, but i never wanna go buy them
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Package from mother. Contents: Cookies, my old pokemon cards, and condoms. Note: "These have a July 2010 expiration date so give them away or use them with a gal that would be a great daughter in law. Love Mom")umwe're throwing those out rightand I hope the cookies were separately packagedno subject
except the pokemon cards
most of them are shit but i had a dark charizard
don't worry i know that means nothing to you, it's a just cool-looking card
anyway i think the cookies are expired too
happy birthday to me right
at least she remembered the month this time
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This bird just went for my eyes. Does he think I'm dead???)aren't we all on the inside?no subject
i don't even know what the fuck kind it was
besides "bird"
the kind who thinks my eyes are a tasty treat i fuckin guess
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( there's a soft, amused rumble in bucky's throat, feeling alex's lips sliding away from the pull of gravity, a faint smile tugging at his lips alongside a gentle huff. his focus quickly redirects to keeping the both of them upright, aiming to prevent either of them crashing haphazardly into the bed, and as alex tries to find his balance again, bucky's grasp finally relents, slipping from the breast of alex's shirt to wind around to his hip. )
Sorry, ( he chuckles, assuming the fall had been his fault. ) Was just—
( he pauses, then, his breath still heavy as his lungs try to find equilibrium. whatever bucky meant to articulate drifts away as he remembers how pleasantly he'd just been swept up in it all, and still his body craves more. )
Well, you know. ( laughing sheepishly, he gives alex a moment to find his own bearings. )
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okayI'll start
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