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Chapter 6: No One Else

Series Masterlist | Read on AO3

*Please do not plagiarise, copy, or repost anywhere else.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Autistic!Reader

*18+ only. Minors DNI. If you follow/reblog, please have your age (or an indicator of your age) in your bio.

Summary: You and Bucky reach a new stage of your relationship. Boundaries and broken, confessions are made, and you couldn't be happier.

Warnings: Smut (it's here at last, enjoy), fluff, risque humour, awkward sex story (reader's ex).

Author Notes: This is short, sweet, fluffy, and a little smutty. Y'all deserve it after the stress of chapter 5 (and so do I).

Click for full Author Notes

DISCLAIMER: The reader’s autistic traits are predominantly based on my own, but every autistic person is different and will display different traits in different ways.

That evening, you couldn’t stop crying. Peggy had been so mean, so unreasonable. Were you wrong to confront her? No, what she did was dangerous, and she had been reckless and inconsiderate. She needed to be confronted.

But what she had said in response? That hurt. Really hurt.

The next day you were quiet, ruminating. You had met Bucky after work for dinner and a stroll, but he had had noticed your change in mood. You could feel his concern, you knew you would have to tell him eventually.

Honestly was always best, you knew that, but that didn’t mean it was always easy.

It came out of you in a quick burst as you and Bucky were walking in the park together…

“Did you try and flirt with Peggy at the Whip and Fiddle, Bucky? After I left?”

Bucky tensed, then looked confused. The two of you stopped by some trees on the edge of the path.

You continued. “Because if we’re together, you and me, it really upsets me that you’d flirt with someone else. I don’t flirt with other people.” In truth, you didn’t really know how to flirt, but that was beside the point.

Bucky thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“I asked Peggy to dance, that’s all.” He said, and his voice had a reassuring tone. “Why, is she trying to stir things up? She has no right after that stunt she pulled with the pistol.”

“There’s nothing wrong with dancing. And honestly, I don’t expect you to never look at another woman again, because you’re only human and that dress was very lovely even if she got the fabric through slightly dubious means, but I suppose I’m also trying to get chocolate from the same spiv so I can’t judge, but anyway I sometimes look at other men and think they’re handsome, but obviously they don’t compare to you and I would always turn them down if they approached me,” You were rambling again, your mouth and your brain not working in sync, barely pausing for breath, “but Peggy said that you flirted with her, then said something to Steve about being invisible?”

Bucky’s eyes widened. He looked as though he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He had told you many times that he loved your rambles, but the current situation was serious.

He sighed. “Ah jeez, I didn’t think she was in earshot when I said that.”

“So it’s true?”

He nodded, and a chill ran up your spine, and tears started to prick your eyes.

“What did you mean by that?” You continued. “You were never invisible to me.”

“It was a joke, and I’d had one too many drinks.”

“I don’t understand.”

Bucky sighed, wondering how to put his feelings into words. “Before Steve got all… You know…” He trailed off as a mother with a pram walked past.

“Big and muscular?” You finished the sentence for him when the woman had passed.

“Yes. Before that, I was used to…”

“Having all the attention?”

Bucky nodded. “So naturally I’m feeling a little put out that he’s the centre of attention now. Call it ego I guess. It’s something I need to figure out.”

“So in that moment, you and Steve just became two peacocks, vying for the attention of the pretty peahen...”

Bucky’s mouth flickered in a smile at your metaphor, charmed by it. But you weren’t smiling.

He sighed. “I suppose we were, damn my eyes.”

You were disappointed, but sadly not surprised. Bucky was beautiful and charming, so it was no surprise that he would enjoy being the object of desire. You remembered the SSR base in Italy, watching him walk off with the nurse with that grin on his face, how she swooned over him in the mess hall.

Of course he would like getting that kind of attention. Even here in London, you saw women look at him, envying you, and you couldn’t blame them.

But you also knew your worth. You were intelligent, kind, warm, capable, and above all else, worthy of love.

If Bucky wasn’t going to value you, then you would end it here.

“Isn’t having one person who loves you better than being the centre of attention?” You asked him.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling. “You sound like Steve!” He said, but then his brow furrowed. “Wait, what did you say?”

“That having one person who loves you-“

“Not what you literally said, what you meant.”

Here it was. Your sweating hands shook uncontrollably as you forced the words to come to the surface.

“I love you, Bucky. But I value myself. If you won’t be good to me I don’t want this to continue. I don’t want you to break my heart.”

He gasped slightly at your frankness, frowning a little, weighing up what it would mean to lose you. Eventually, he smiled and shook his head.

“Well, I wouldn’t expect any less. You’re a wonderful woman, and you deserve the best. I love you too.”

“Really?” It was a silly question in hindsight, but you were so overwhelmed that all your logic had gone out of the window.

“Yes, really, you silly thing!”

“You have no right to call me silly after that bollocks you were spouting about being invisible.”

“No I don’t, I’m very silly.” He laughed, but then his face stiffened and he became serious again. “Look, there’s been no one else I’ve wanted, truly wanted, since I met you.”

“Is that the truth? You’re not just telling me what I want to hear, because everything has to be clear. I don’t do games. You know that.”

He put his arms around your waist, firmly, pulling you to him. Here he was, feeling like home again, and you relaxed.

“If I have to get over my old reputation as a ladies’ man and the old expectations, then that’s on me.”

“Yes it is.”

He laughed again, and buried his head in your neck. He liked putting his head there, you had noticed. It felt wonderful when he did it.

“I don’t think we should be staying out in this very public park.” He whispered, before kissing your jaw.

“No, we shouldn’t.” You replied as you idly played with his hair, leaning into him.

“Then what do you suggest, sweet thing?”

You had to pause, work up the courage to say it. But eventually the words came out.

“Come home with me. Stay the night. Properly this time.”

***

You couldn’t help but thinking back to what that nurse in the mess hall had said. Bucky really was beautiful everywhere.

He had looked a little shy when he had undressed in front of you, but you were so enamoured, so transfixed by him that his shyness was just sweet and endearing to you.

“I don’t know why you’re blushing.” You said. “You’ve already been in this bed with me in your underwear.”

“My underwear,” He laughed as he nervously fumbled with his shorts, “Not naked.”

As you got into bed together, he giggled as he climbed on top of you, burying his head in your neck once more.

“What is it?” You asked, stroking his back.

“I can just relax now. That day I came here and got into bed with you… I was trying so hard not to, you know…”

“Get hard? I wouldn’t have minded.” You laughed.

You opened your mouth again to explain how it was a perfectly natural response, and how some men got erections involuntarily by simply being relaxed, but Bucky kissed you before the words could come out.

“I love you.” He said softly. “You wonderful, beautiful, eccentric thing, you.”

***

You never knew how good it could be.

As you lay there, wonderfully still and blissful, you couldn’t help but grin.

Bucky lay on top of you, still resting within you as he kissed your neck softly. His eyelashes brushed your skin as he moved his head, the slight scratch of his stubble sending little shockwaves through your body. His heart pounding against your chest, his strong arms feeling so incredible as they clasped you tight…

Everything had been so good, so right.

Your very first time had been an awkward fumble in a beach hut when you were 18. It had felt nice, but only for a short while, because your poor boyfriend at the time had finished within a matter of minutes.

It had been quite the disappointment really. You had always experienced touch differently to other people, appreciated certain sensations more. You had wanted to take your time, running your hands over his skin, telling him where on your body to kiss you, to explore.

But that boyfriend had been messy, eager, he just wanted to ‘do it’. It was like some task he had to tick off, something he had to get done and out of the way. How sad, to treat something that had the potential to be so pleasurable, so pivotal, as something so frivolous and quick.

“Did that feel good?” That boyfriend had asked you, breathless and grinning as he hovered over you.

“Yes, but it was over too quickly for me to really enjoy it in the same way you did.” You had told him. “Perhaps we could do more things, or try again?”

Well, he had asked. Unless it was a rhetorical question? But why ask you if he didn’t want an honest answer?

He had looked heartbroken when you had told him that. Your relationship hadn’t lasted long afterwards, and the silly lad had never expressed what exactly had hurt him, or told you why he was suddenly so closed off. Perhaps he just didn’t know how to express it.

Perhaps this was why your best relationships had been with honest people, good communicators, good listeners.

Bucky had proven himself to be all of these things. Always alert, always checking in, communicating, making sure you were both happy and feeling good. And for once, you didn’t mind the eye contact. It felt natural with him in that moment.

A little while later, as you lay together, bodies sweetly aching and eyes heavy, Bucky readjusted himself and looked at you.

“You know we’re kinda screwed, lieutenant.” Bucky said softly, his voice sleepy and languid.

“I mean literally that’s true because we just-“ You began, but Bucky interrupted you.

“Not literally, silly!” He laughed, pulling you closer and nuzzling you.

“I know, it was a joke. So why are we metaphorically screwed, pray tell?” You asked, bopping him on the nose playfully.

“Because now we’ve got started on this whole sleeping together thing, I don’t wanna stop.”

“Neither do I.”

“So that might cause a few problems when we ship out again. I can’t see them letting us sneak into each other’s tents, we’d probably both get court-martialled.”

“Can they court martial people for sex?”

“I wouldn’t put it past Colonel Phillips.” Bucky jested.

“We’ll just have to find another woodland.” You said, only half-joking. But that tickled Bucky so much that he started to crease up with laughter, gripping your sides as his body shook.

“I fucking love you.” He gasped.

“I love you too. So much.”

***

“You have a spring in your step this week, lieutenant.”

That’s what your colleagues all said, as though you weren’t already aware.

You felt as though you were floating, walking on clouds. Although you could still work perfectly well, the main thing occupying your mind was Bucky, your sweet boy. The way he held you, how lovely his skin felt under your fingers, how good it felt when he made love to you, the soft earnestness in his voice when he told you that he loved you.

He loved you. He loved you.

How blessed you were, how lucky you had been to find each other when you did…

Your happy haze was broken when Peggy entered the room. Now that you were upset with her, there were few people in the office she could speak to about matters that weren’t work related.

Your shoulders instinctively tensed as you felt her presence. Sometimes it felt like a blessing to feel things more intensely than other people, other times it was a curse. You even flinched as she moved a little closer, hearing her take a deep breath as she braced herself to speak to you.

You pretended not to notice her. You had already told her how she had made you feel after all, and an apology still hadn’t been forthcoming. There was nothing more to say.

But instead, Peggy simply put a small parcel on your lap, which caused you to flinch. When you looked up at her, brow furrowed, she sat beside you and sighed.

She looked at you, almost as though she was expecting you to say something. When you remained silent and just looked between her and the parcel, she looked away, psyching herself up to speak.

“I was absolutely beastly to you.” She said at last.

“Yes, you were.” You murmured, not prepared to pander to her.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

She sounded genuine, but really, it just wasn’t enough. ‘I’m really sorry’ was for careless transgressions, mistakes. The way she had spoken to you was deliberate and cruel. ‘I’m sorry’ just didn’t cut it.

Too angry to respond, you pressed your lips together as you thought of how to reply. Peggy laughed softly.

“What is it?” You snapped.

“I remember once, in one of your rambles, you telling me that ‘I’m sorry’ just doesn’t have as deep a meaning in English.”

You kept quiet. You had indeed told her that. You had told Bucky too. It was something you liked to tell everyone you felt comfortable around. But right now, Peggy bringing that up had you felt vulnerable.

Your rambles came out when you felt comfortable and happy around someone, and you doubted that Peggy would ever be privy to your rambles again.

You looked down at the parcel, working up the courage to hand it back to her and tell her to go away, when she said: “Es sehr tut mir leid, meine liebe Freundin.”

That touched you, you couldn’t deny it.

“Thank you for your apology.” You said, looking at her and forcing yourself to make eye contact. It wasn’t forgiveness, that you weren’t ready to give, but you did appreciate the gesture.

“I was very insecure,” Peggy continued, “I still am. I suppose I have a lot of my own demons on my shoulder and I ended up taking it out on both you and Steve.”

“Have you apologised to Steve too?”

Peggy shook her head. “It’s going to take a little longer to pluck up the courage.”

“Well, the team’s shipping out next week. You need to be quick about it. Who knows how long we’ll be gone for?”

Peggy looked as though she was about to say something, make an excuse, but instead she stopped herself and just nodded.

“Why don’t you open the parcel?” She asked you, gently.

A present would hardly make up for what she did, but you lifted the small parcel from your lap and started opening it. Your eyes widened when you saw the contents and you couldn’t help but smile. Inside was a bar of Cadbury’s Bourneville chocolate, and a packet of custard creams.

“Thank you, Peggy.” You sighed. It was a nice gesture for sure. “I’ve really missed these.”

“Anytime you want these, just tell me. Or anything else for that matter. Nylons, lipstick, anything. He has a very good supplier, so you can get anything you want. My way of making it up to you.”

She put her arms around you then. You hugged her back, although you weren’t enjoying it. You loved hugging your friends, but something had shifted in how you felt about Peggy. She had apologised to you, and you had accepted her gift, but things weren’t going to be the same.

Still though, perhaps time could heal things.

And you weren’t going to say no to getting all the chocolate and biscuits you could lay your hands on…

***

It was a lovely send-off before you all shipped out. Gathered friends, a few drinks, and luckily, the Fighting Cocks was nice and quiet that night.

You and Thea, ‘two roses among thorns’, sat with Bucky, Joey, and the rest of the 107th. Steve was absent that night, back at the SSR office, still working through plans and strategies and equipment. You hoped that he and Peggy had spoken, that she had apologised.

Sat around the pub table, the boys were trying to be brave, the drinks flowing freely, cracking jokes. Joey was reminiscing about his RAF days, egging the boys on to help them feel brave, but you and Thea knew very well that he was glad to never have to see the horrors of war again.

Joey was home, he could take his time to heal, both physically and mentally. But not your boys, and not your Bucky.

They were putting on a show of bravado, but you knew that they were afraid. Even Dugan, who never seemed to show any other emotion than joviality, you knew he was scared.

Bucky too. He had a duty, you knew that and respected it, he had to follow Steve. But he was still so shaken, so tired, still affected by what had happened to him when he was taken prisoner.

That thought made you instinctively reach for Bucky’s hand and squeeze it, and he looked at you, tenderly, as though he knew what you were feeling in that moment.

Thea had been regaling you all with a hilarious but chaotic story about the backstage antics that had occurred during the Christmas show at the Windmill.

It was a story she had already told you twice, but you loved it. If anything, knowing the story well made it even better, anticipating the twists and turns. There was also something calming about repetition for you, even when it came to stories.

“…And then Mr Van Damm walks in and shouts ‘Oi sonny, it’s just the tableau girls who are supposed to be naked in here!’ Poor Michael turned as red as a beetroot!”

The table erupted with laughter, and your foot started to twitch with excitement. It didn’t just happen when you were stressed.

There were times when you would have to suppress these little calming movements of yours, but not now, not among friends, or your family, as Bucky had rightfully called them.

“Moral of the story, never try to do your laundry backstage.” Joey chimed in.

“This is probably a daft question…” Falsworth began, “But don’t the girls get cold?”

“Oh it get surprisingly warm on stage my dear!” Thea told him. “You can be wearing next to nothing, but with the lights and the heat of all those bodies around you, you feel perfectly fine.”

“She’s speaking from experience by the way.” Added Joey, shooting an amorous gaze at Thea.

"Oh yes, at the Folies Bergère I once danced in a few strings of pearls and nothing more. Those were the days!" She laughed, although her voice had a twinge of nostalgia to it.

"I bet you were amazing! I'm not sure I could pull that off!" You giggled.

"Oh darling, you absolutely could, you have fantastic bosoms!" Thea said frankly.

Her comment took you by surprise, and you snorted as you began to crease up with laughter.

Dugan spat out his drink. Falsworth pressed his lips together, trying to be polite. Morita just laughed unashamedly, while Gabe translated the joke for Jacques, before both of them broke into fits of giggles.

Thea's eyed flicked to Bucky, whose expression you couldn't see.

"Yes! This one agrees! He's seen them! They are magnificent aren’t they?”

No Thea, stop right there.

Mortified, you looked over at Bucky, whose glass was poised just below his mouth. He thought for a moment, unsure of what to say.

All eyes were on him, an awkward silence descending over the table.

Whatever he said was going to incriminate him.

“A gentleman never tells.” He said eventually, before taking a big swig of his drink.

***

If you had to list the most awkward moments of your life, then this would be at the top.

You, Steve and Bucky in an empty meeting room, under the guise of Steve briefing you on the upcoming mission.

If only your colleagues knew the truth.

Instead of tactics, the subject to be addressed was your sex life.

You wondered how Steve had found out so quickly. Gabe was too discreet and conscientious, and it couldn’t have been Jacques because Steve spoke very little French. He wouldn’t have seen either Joey or Thea, they were more your friends after all, and Falsworth had been far too English about the whole thing, so you could rule him out too. That just left Dugan and Morita… Either was a likely culprit. Both liked their risqué jokes after all. But which one was it?

You sat with Bucky on one end of a briefing table, Steve on the other, just wishing the ground would swallow you up.

“So am I to understand that your relationship has become more… serious?” Steve said plainly.

Bucky’s lips were pressed tightly together, as though he was trying not to laugh. Steve was an old friend after all, his best friend, and hearing him talk this seriously about your relationship was undoubtedly very amusing.

“We’re sleeping together, Steve. Let’s not be formal about this.” He said plainly.

“Yes… We’re… Doing that. What he said.” You managed to mumble awkwardly, feeling heat spread across your face. How were you meant to finish your damn sentences when this was being talked about?

“How did you find out?” Bucky asked Steve, trying to stifle his laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Dugan or Morita, one of those two. I know it is.

Steve cocked his head and smiled. “Bucky, how long have we been friends? I know you well enough to spot things. That and, you haven’t been sleeping at the SSR accommodation. I put two and two together.”

Oh my god…

I’m an idiot.

Of course…

“And there was me thinking someone had spilled the beans.” Bucky joked.

You weren't the only one, my love.

“Wait, am I the last to know about this?” Steve’s voice shook with nervous laughter, but he was a little hurt too, and why wouldn’t he be? You had to reassure him.

“No, no, it’s not like that!” You chimed in, and you told Steve about how everything had been revealed at the pub that night.

Steve smirked, amused, but you could also sense that he was relieved that Bucky hadn’t told the world about your exploits but left him in the dark.

“Wow… So Thea has more talents than we ever knew about!” Steve laughed.

“Yeah, the ability to sense whether or not someone has seen a pair of breasts.” You groaned. “It’s quite the skill.”

“As long as you’re having fun…”

“Well, it’s more than that.” Bucky interrupted, his voice serious, and you felt his hand reach for yours under the table. You squeezed it in response. “We’re in love.”

He said it so plainly, confidently, proudly.

The mixture of embarrassment and joy left you speechless. All you could do was squeeze his hand again, reassuring him that you felt the same, but of course he already knew.

Steve smiled fondly, looking between the pair of you.

“As long as you’re both discreet and it doesn’t affect your work, I have no objection. I won’t breathe a word of this to Phillips, but you have to do the same with keeping things under the radar.”

“Thank you.” You and Bucky mumbled in unison, relief washing over you. You weren’t sure how much of that relief was to do with Steve accommodating your relationship, or the fact that this uncomfortable situation would soon be over and you could hide away at your desk in peace once more.

“These are awful times,” Steve continued, “and if your love is helping you through, I’m not about to force you not to touch each other like some kind of Puritan. This team of ours, we’re not officially the army. We may have a code, but overall, their rules don’t apply to us.”

“Thank you Steve, so much.” Bucky said softly.

“I’m serious. You deserve a bit happiness, a bit of peace.” Steve replied, nodding, before turning to you. “Both of you.”

Definitely reach out again! If they said they'd be in touch and they weren't be persistent! You deserve an answer at least from them!🤍

Advice needed (if anyone sees this - if no one sees it, I never wrote it haha):

Should I, or should I not, try emailing the one casting director I know again?

For context, this person gave me a chance and sent me an audition a year ago. I didn't get the part, but they said they still liked the tape and would send me other stuff, but then I never heard back. So I chased them up around July 2021 just to check in and see if there was anything suitable for me that had come up, and didn't hear back again.

I mean, in all likelihood they're probably very busy, or I'm just not what they're looking for, or they've forgotten who I am because they'll have loads of people contacting them every day, but what's the harm in sending another polite email?

I honestly don't know how this 'put yourself out there/be persistent' etiquette thing works and I never have 🙈 Don't wanna harangue someone, but it's hardly haranguing if I last emailed them in July, right?

100 posts!

Ahhhh I can't believe I've made 100 posts already! It's been about a year here on tumblr and I'm so thankful for the positive interaction I've had!! Love you all so much!💚

Get to know me asks✨

So introverts who never talk to their mutuals can get to know each other lol

1. What were your summers like as a kid?

2. Do you enjoy thrilling rides like rollercoasters?

3. Who was your childhood hero?

4. What is your favorite book?

5. What do you find most attractive about your crush?

6. What’s your favorite outfit?

7. Does seeing people in love make you happy? Sad? Annoyed?

8. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

9. What CD did you play to death as a kid?

10. Hike to a mountain top to watch the sunrise or drive out of town to stargaze?

11. What song has the most relatable song lyrics to you?

12. Iced drinks or hot drinks?

13. Bright colors or neutral tones?

14. Breakfast for dinner or pizza for breakfast?

15. Do you have a green thumb or a black thumb?

16. What’s your favorite feature of yours?

17. Would you rather be a lawyer or a doctor?

18. What type do you tend to go for physically?

19. Power of invisibility or flight?

20. Would you rather wake up with your makeup magically done or your hair?

21. What’s the stupidest fight you’ve ever gotten into?

22. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen someone do in public?

23. What’s your dream date?

24. Do you tend to gravitate more toward using logic or intuition to make decisions?

25. Do you like parties?

26. Did you enjoy high school?

27. Who is the craziest person in your family and why?

28. What’s your favorite holiday tradition?

29. Can you describe your laugh?

30. Instagram or Twitter?

31. What’s a show that everyone loves that you didn’t?

32. What song is stuck in your head?

33. Do you like exercising?

34. Do you scare easily?

35. Who are your top 5 celebrity crushes?

36. If you could learn one language fluently what would it be?

37. Would you fly to the moon if given the opportunity?

38. What’s your favorite flower?

39. What non-sexual touch affects you the most?

40. Do you enjoy cuddling?

41. Do you like valentine’s day?

42. Do you enjoy driving and are you a good driver?

43. What would you be most likely to become famous for?

44. Do you have a favorite quote?

45. Are you a romantic?

46. Do you have any tattoos or want to get one?

47. Biggest pet peeve?

48. Favorite personality trait about yourself?

49. Sum up your type in three words.

50. Do you listen to Kpop and if so who is your bias and why?

51. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake?

52. Hot or cold weather?

53. Bouquet of flowers or box of chocolates?

54. Can you do any good impressions?

55. What’s the best prank you’ve been witness to?

56. Favorite dessert?

57. Is there a vine or tik tok you quote often?

58. What tumblr post always makes you laugh?

59. What country that you haven’t been to do you want to visit most?

60. Can you cook and do you enjoy it?

61. What’s your guilty pleasure movie?

62. What’s your comfort movie?

63. Is there a genre of music you don’t like?

64. What’s an album that you think has no skips on it?

65. What’s your favorite thing to watch on youtube?

66. Would you make the first move to ask someone out?

67. Do you often dream or have nightmares that you remember when you wake up?

68. What are you craving right now?

69. What turns you on?

70. What’s something you haven’t done that you think most people have?

71. What genre is your favorite playlist right now and what’s it called?

72. Are you a sad or happy drunk? Chill or energetic drunk?

73. What time of day do you like best?

74. Do you tend to enjoy being babied or do you prefer to be the one taking care of someone else?

75. What top three cities do you want to travel to?

76. What’s your favorite feature about your best friend?

77. Do you have any pets? What are their names?

78. Back scratches or having your hair played with?

79. Do you like surprises?

80. What’s your favorite picture of yourself?

81. What books influenced you most as a child?

82. Do you like kids?

83. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? (or other accessory if you don’t wear any)

84. Any wild stories passed around in your family?

85. Do you consider yourself an independent person?

86. What are you most comfortable sleeping in?

87. What was your childhood dream?

88. What’s your fictional OTP?

89. What’s one thing you want to achieve this year?

90. What has been your favorite book you’ve read in the last 5 years?

91. What was the first movie to make you cry?

92. What book world would you live in if given the opportunity?

93. What’s your craziest work related story?

94. What’s the best job you’ve had so far?

95. Worst tinder or date experience?

96. What’s the first thing you think of when you wake up most mornings?

97. Are you more of a planner or a spontaneous adventurer?

98. Do you think you see yourself the way other people see you?

99. What’s the last show you binged?

100. What’s one of your fondest memories?

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