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yeah-all-of-it · 4 years ago

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I wrote a fic the other day (my first!) that included a brief appearance by an original character named Rhonda, who is Ian and Mickey’s neighbor across the hall. Decided to write a bit of a prequel, exploring how they came to be friends with her. It’s 2 parts because it’s 4.7k and I don’t have an Ao3 account. Link for part 1 is here and at the bottom. Hope you enjoy!

Spill Your Guts: Part II

They walk across the hall and knock on the door. Rhonda answers, wearing a different boho dress than a couple weeks ago. Her hair is in a long side braid.

“Ian!” she gushes and gives him a warm hug. “And you must be Mickey. It’s so wonderful to properly meet you. I’m Rhonda, or Ms. Rhonda as Ian insists on calling me.” She gives Mickey a hug as well, and he awkwardly accepts.

As they enter the apartment, wonderful smells from the kitchen swirl around them. Her apartment is identical to theirs, only hers has much more furniture and is eclectically decorated. It feels warm and homey, much like Rhonda herself.

“Come have a seat, dinner is almost ready. Mickey, we’re having roasted duck tonight. Hope that’s okay. And there’s some Old Styles in the fridge, help yourself,” Rhonda states, and winks at Ian.

Mickey sees the wink and glances over at Ian, who looks fittingly guilty of conspiring over the choice of dinner served this evening. Mickey’s mouth ticks up slightly at the corners.

Ten minutes later, the three of them are seated at the table passing around serving dishes, small talking for a little while.

“This duck is fuckin’ incredible. Oh shit, sorry. Is that okay?” Mickey apologizes.

Rhonda laughs. “You can say anything around me, I don’t offend easily.”

“Oh, that’s good, cause I can be kinda fuckin’ offensive sometimes,” Mickey quips.

They all chuckle, enjoying their conversation and how easily it has flowed, like they’ve been friends for years. Just before dessert, Rhonda says,” So, Ian. I promised you that I would tell you my story at dinner, yes?”

“Yeah, you did.” He turns to Mickey. “She’s let me basically pour my heart out to her for the last three weeks and I was a selfish prick who didn’t even ask her about herself.”

“It’s completely okay; I’m going to tell you now,” she says and smiles warmly at her new friend, grabbing his hand across the table and giving it a little squeeze.

She continues. “So, about 50 years ago, I met the love of my life. It was a different time back then. Much like you boys, we had to hide what we were to each other. Pretend we were just friends in public when we were madly in love in private. I also had an abusive, homophobic father whom, although he was aware since I was a teen, I didn’t officially come out to until he was on his deathbed, too weak to physically hurt me, when I was 40 years old. His last words to me were that I was a huge disappointment and that he didn’t love me. I was a grown ass woman but I felt like a heartbroken child in that moment. Never mind that I had found the love of my life, graduated top of my class earning my Ph.D. in psychology, had a happy successful life. I was a disappointment.”

“Wait, you’re a lesbian?” Ian inquires. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

“No, Ian sweetie, it’s fine. Yes, I am.” Rhonda continues, “My wife’s name was Margo and I loved her deeply. She, unfortunately, passed away about 5 years ago from cancer.

“So, back to my story. It took me years after his passing as a grown adult with an advanced psychology degree to undo even some of the damage he did to me. It still hurts sometimes all these years later. He took so much from me but you know what he was never able to take? My love for Margo and my beautiful life with her. I spent 45 incredible years with her. We traveled all over the world together, experienced so many things, made so many memories. Made love in strange places and safe places and a few dangerous places.” She smiles softly at the memories. “You boys aren’t the only ones who’ve been caught in the act,” she laughs and the two men chuckle, still a little embarrassed.

“You beautiful boys remind me a lot of myself and Margo. Had to struggle through a lotta years. But madly, hopelessly in love. Loyal and dedicated to each other,” Rhonda observes.

Ian reaches over and gently takes hold of Mickey’s hand. He flinches a little but doesn’t pull away, still getting used to affection in front of others they aren’t close with.

“That’s… thank you for that,” says Ian softly. “And I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you, sweetie. I try not to dwell on what I’ve lost and just appreciate what I had with her. Makes it not hurt so much.”

“I’m really sorry,” Ian apologizes, “but I have to excuse myself to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

He tries to make it quick, knowing how awkward Mickey probably feels being alone with this woman he’s just met. He’s probably just staring at a spot on the wall or down at his lap. As he’s exiting the bathroom, he hears them talking. He doesn’t want to interrupt but is eavesdropping wrong? He stops for a minute to listen, gauge when he should head back in.

The voices are quiet but he can just make out what they’re saying.

“Mickey, your Ian didn’t tell all your secrets, I promise. He was very respectful of your privacy. He did mention a little about your father though and I just wanted to tell you, I’ve been there and I understand the conflicting emotions that come from a relationship like that. If you want to talk about it, I’m here, okay?”

Ian doesn’t expect Mickey to say anything, but suddenly Mickey is speaking.

“Uhh, ok. Just, like…,” Mickey stammers, searching for words. “He was just such a fuckin’ prick, but it was more than that. He… um… used to beat me and shit. Almost killed me and Ian when he caught us together once. Again when I came out, and when we got married. But still, all I wanted to do was make him proud, not let him down. He’s fuckin’ dead now and I’m glad. But I was actually… sad? maybe?… when it happened? I don’t fuckin’ know.” Word vomit, Ian thinks.

“That’s completely normal, Mickey,” Rhonda replies sympathetically. “I felt exactly the same when my dad died. It’s such a weird feeling, to be upset but not sure why. To be glad you’re rid of them, but you still miss them in a way? It’s so complicated and it’s hard to understand if you’ve never been there. It’s just, weird.”

“Yeah. I’m just kinda numb about it now, ya know? Ian really helped me through it. Always had my back. Always has, actually.”

“That’s funny,” Rhonda states. “He described you the same way. ‘Always has my back’. He loves you, Mickey. So much. It’s so clear to me that what you boys have together is so, so special and rare. I can tell how much you love him, too.”

“I really really do, Rhonda. I try really fuckin’ hard to show him all the time but I’m not sure he knows how much-“

“He knows. Trust me. He knows.”

Ian figures he’s listened far too long; they’ll probably wonder why he was in the bathroom forever.

He steps out into the hallway to head back to the table and sees Rhonda and Mickey sitting right beside each other, looking each other in the eyes, and she has both of Mickey’s hands grasped in hers.

Ian walks into the room and Mickey clears his throat, pulling his hands away, and quickly wipes what appears to be a tear from his cheek. Sniffs a time or two.

“So, who wants dessert!” Rhonda says cheerfully.

———

“Night, boys!” Rhonda calls from across the hallway as Ian and Mickey head to their apartment after dinner. She grabs Ian’s shoulder, stops him for a moment and whispers in his ear, “You were right. Mickey is an absolute gem,” and gives him a wink.

“Sooo…” Ian hesitates, as soon as they are back home. “What did you and Rhonda chat about while I was in the bathroom?” He thinks he’s being nonchalant.

“I know you were listening,” Mickey states matter-of-factly.

“Um, what?” Ian questions.

“C’mon, man. Were you takin’ a shit? You were gone for like, fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m sorr-“

“Ian, it’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s nothin’ you don’t already know anyway. You were right though. Something about Rhonda just makes you wanna spill your fuckin’ guts out to her,” Mickey admits.

“Maybe it’s the psychology Ph.D.? I mean, she’s basically a professional listener,” Ian suggests. “And she’s not, like, legally allowed to judge you or something.”

“Yeah, maybe, but it’s more than that I think. She’s just so fuckin’ like, kind and welcoming and shit. I don’t know.”

“So,” Ian says as he sidles up to Mickey, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “We can be friends with her? Like, actual real friends that do stuff and hang out together? Especially now that you know she’s not after my giant cock?”

Mickey sighs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay. We can be friends with her,” Mickey relents and places his hands on Ian’s hips.

Ian bends down and kisses Mickey slowly and softly, holding him close. When he pulls away slightly he says, “That’s great, because we are doing yoga on the roof with her tomorrow morning, 8 am sharp.”

PART 1

#gallavich fic #post season 11 #original character #ian and mickey #tw slight exploration of past trauma

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romanianseba · 5 years ago

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Pretty Dresses

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, you, and the way you love your dresses throughout the seasons.

Warnings: some angst, mentions of death, major fluff. A very, very smitten Bucky.

Word count: 6.9k

A/N: This is very special for me and I’m so proud of it, loved writing it sooo much. ‘Everybody but them knows they like each other and they don’t even think about the possibility of being liked back’ kinda fic. Enjoy!

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winter~

Your focus goes from Bucky to the man in front of him. You study the man’s expression, analyze his body language and the speed in which he talks to Bucky through the lens of your weapon. Not a hint of suspicion in his features. What an idiot, you smirk satisfied. Bucky’s very good at this, you think proudly.

“Who’s gonna listen to my ideas from now on? Yep, Tony Stark. You better thank me properly, Anthony.” You whisper to yourself as your eyes flicker from Bucky and the guy to the small classic diner behind them and you’re relieved to see that there’s barely five people inside.

The guy seems to have no suspicion at all up to now but you never know. So you feel thankful to find the place as empty as you wanted it to be. And, as far as you can see from your position, there aren’t any other cars around besides the one your target came in. Good, he came alone. Because you’re here just in case he didn’t.

The guy you’re aiming at is about three inches shorter than Bucky, hair that reaches his ears and slightly built but not even close to match the size of a super soldier. He’s a member –a low range member, you believe, but a member nevertheless– of the criminal gang Tony and Steve had been trying to track down for almost four months. They’ve been trying to find where they hide, following them from a distance but never coming close enough. The gang is credited with about twelve innocent deaths in the past months.

Tony was desperate, until you came up with a not so original plan. Really, you didn’t understand how nobody came up with the undercover concept before.

Although you were elated that your idea was taking the form of a plan, your eyes went wide open with disbelief when Tony suggested Bucky would be the one doing the undercover part.

He would try to infiltrate and pretend to want to be part of a criminal group. Your heart raced. Pretend enough for them to allow him into their places. Your stomach churned.

Do you think he is capable? One hundred percent. Are you still terribly afraid something really bad could happen to him? One hundred and fifty percent.

I’m in. You had said determined when Tony asked who wanted to be covering Bucky’s back in this one. Haven’t done that job in a while. You shrugged when all heads on the table turned towards you, realizing only then how immediately you throw yourself into it. I want him to get comfortable with all members of the team. You should go with him next. You lied to Natasha with a sweet smile when she smirked at you knowingly after that meeting. She didn’t believe a word you said.

The dirty roof of an old, abandoned warehouse is were you lay over your stomach, across from that diner you can’t tear your eyes away from.

You smile when you see a young couple sharing a pink drink over the red table by the window. A woman in her forties sips from her coffee cup on the other side of the counter, newspaper in hand and glasses over her nose. She wears an uniform that matches the diner’s paint inside. You wish for it to stay that way as you keep an eye on Bucky and your aim on the target. You hope you won’t have to shot anybody nearby those shiny windows.

It’s an enchanting diner. You haven’t seen one in ages. It has some old 80’s vibes to it; soft blue, white and red tones, and it seems to be taken care of very well. It’s parking spot is where the team decided the first step of this mission was going to take place.

You had always wanted to own a diner like this one. Yeah, you just remembered now. Own a diner and a much more simple life. But not everything is as easy as you think it is, right? As aunt Marlize used to say. She also happened to be the reason you wanted to own a diner. That woman was the owner of the one you used to go to as a kid -every Sunday at around 11 a.m. for late breakfast of lazy Sundays.

You also remember aunt Marlize complaining about how much she hated it. Evey time I sit down to finally have my lunch because is dead empty around here, someone walks in right away. This job. It’s gonna make me die sooner, she would say. But aunt Marlize would complain just about everything really. There, that’s what made her die sooner, you think as you watch Bucky making his way back to your hiding spot once he is sure the target has left.

Your muscles relax immediately. Bucky is okay. This step was successful. You didn’t have to shot anybody and that diner will remain pretty and peaceful. Letting out a sigh you stay in position, you don’t want surprises, you watch Bucky’s back all the way until he’s by your side; all body parts where they belong.

“Hey,” Bucky lifts his left hand as he climbs the ladder to get to where you are. “You can put it down. It’s me.”

“Yeah,” You chuckle, peeking over the edge. “I’m just watching your back.”

“Thank you, doll. I felt very protected over there.” He says once he is on top and smiles at you, that million dollar smile of his. Lord, he’s beautiful.

“It is my duty to ensure your safety, Sargent.”

He laughs, “You can rest now, loyal guardian.” He swallowed the word wanted to say the most. He wanted to say my loyal guardian. Because Bucky wanted you to be his.

“Here, let me hold that for you.” He reaches and takes the heavy weapon from your hands.

"Let’s get out of here, that rat smell only gets worse every second.” You wince, shaking the dust off the front of your black dress.

Yeah, you’re wearing for this mission. You love dresses. So much. Way too much. Your mother loved dresses, your grandma loved dresses, even aunt Marlize loved dresses. Dresses feel right to you, they feel familiar, they feel like home. Naturally, you wear dresses most of your days. Comfortable, loose, flowy, colorful sundress, but also neutral sundress, dresses with an old vibe to them. It was a strange connection to you mother that you felt through the dresses you wear.

This avenger job, if you can call it a job, a responsibility maybe? It doesn’t allow you to wear them every day but you take advantage of it when you’re able to. Like today.

Today, hopefully, you were not going to fight bad guys. Today you weren’t going to get blood all over. Today your clothes weren’t going to get ripped. Today, oh pretty please, you weren’t going to run towards saving someone’s life. Today you could wear a dress for work. So you did. Of course you did. It stops just above your knee and it blows with the late evening breeze. Dark thick tights underneath because it’s the first week of winter. Combat boots, the only remaining of your official on-duty suit. And Bucky’s jacket. Because he couldn’t decide what to wear for his undercover rol, so he had thrown a bunch of his clothes in the backseat of the car that drove you here and asked you to help him look appropriate. He handed you one of the many jackets he brought when you stepped out of the car and into the chill wind in only the thin three-quarter sleeves of your dress.

“You know, I just remembered,” You tell Bucky, walking by his side as the two of you make your way to the car you were given instructions to leave a couple of miles away.

Guess this’ll have to be your workout for today, the one you avoided this morning because it’s Monday, you told Steve when he looked disapprovingly at you at breakfast.

“I always wanted to own a diner when I was a little kid,” You make a pause, “Hmm, maybe just work in there, I’m not really a boss lady.”

Bucky smiles, and it hurts. Whenever you’re the reason smiling always hurts for Bucky because he can’t control how long it stretches on his cheeks.

“It’d match your style.” He says after a moment.

“My style?”

“Yeah, the way you dress.”

You laugh at that and Bucky frowns.

“What?” His eyes meet yours with amusement and wonder.

Pretty blue eyes hold yours for a second until you shake your head and look away, faint flush painting your cheeks and a small smile lingering in your lips. “Didn’t think you notice.”

Bucky noticed. Yeah he does. He does every day. Bucky notices when you’re wearing a new dress and he knows which one you’ve had since he moved to the compound.

He remembers the dress you were wearing when he met you- and oh, how he wishes you wore it more often. He loves that baby blue dress you wear in the summer. He knows how many floral dress you have, because it’s his favorite imprint on you. It makes him feel lighter, brighter, it makes him remember picking up his mother’s favorite flowers in a spring field, it makes him feel happy.

He knows which one is your favorite because he can talk about all the times you’ve worn it in the last three months. It’s on the days that are the most special for you; the days that you look particularly happy. And if he were to buy you a dress, he knows, Bucky knows you would love it because of how much he has noticed your style. He knows the colors, patters and what lengths you usually go to. Yes, Bucky does notice.

“Why?”

You shrug. “Well, men never notice those things. It’s a miracle when they do once in their whole life. No offense.”

“Not that,” Bucky laughs, the corners of his eyes wrinkle. “Why did you want to work there?”

“Oh! You know, free strawberry milkshakes and fries.” An adorable giggle bubbles from your mouth and you shake your head when Bucky narrows his eyes playfully. “It’s just a cute place in my opinion, Bucky.”

Bucky nods.

“Do you feel like having a strawberry milkshake now?” Closing the driver’s door, Bucky has finally gathered enough courage to ask.

Silence fills the car momentarily and he rushes to believe he has crossed a line until he risks looking your way. A big grin and brighter eyes look back at him from the passenger seat. “Absolutely.”

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spring~

“You alright, doll?”

You wanted to believe he caught you because it’s you. No, he would do it for anybody. He would. But you wanted to believe he caught you extraordinary fast because he was watching you. No, it’s just the serum running in his veins. The serum had nothing to do with that. He caught you fast because it’s you. He caught you as fast because he was watching you, your every move, since the moment you stepped out of the elevator that brought you here from your bedroom.

The way the skirt of your yellow sundress swayed as you walked. The way you were smiling at your friends, so genuine, no restrictions; your smile was as big as it naturally wanted to be, Bucky noticed, and you weren’t trying to hide it. The way your eyes lit up as they took on everything around you, decorations that Bucky thought matched your being; colorful, simple, beautiful, lighter. A flower. Like those little spring wildflowers covering the grass around the compound. The way you kept coming closer and closer to were this spring party was being held, at the spacious compound’s yard. Closer to were he was, sitting on one of those expensive looking outdoor chairs. The way your eyes stayed a little longer in the chocolate cake in the middle of the room. The way you drank your strawberry drink- which was now stained on your pretty dress. The way you looked like an angel.

Yes, an angel.

“Careful there, darling,” Tony, who was nearby when you stumbled with God knows what, walks past the two of you as Bucky balances you to your feet. “Thank God we have super soldiers around here.” He says over his shoulder, stopping in his tracks when one of his guests abruptly comes to stand right in front of him and starts talking in a smug millionaire voice.

Strange faces with expensive looking clothes and fancy mannerisms. The place is full of people that Bucky doesn’t know. And, judging by the way he has watched him exchanging barely three sentences with every person he comes across, he doubts even Tony Stark himself actually knows any of them.

Bucky didn’t really understand the actual reason or intention behind this outdoor party. He only remembers Tony’s annoying reminders for the team that Friday delivered daily for an entire month and he remembers little of the simple explanation Steve tried to give him while he was busy trying to find you in the crowd before you even arrived down here.

“Thanks, Bucky.” Your embarrassed mumble is almost not even there and Bucky thinks the flush in your cheeks is the prettiest pink he has ever seen.

God, you’re considered to be part of the earth’s mightiest heroes and you almost crashed face first onto the neatly trimmed grass if it weren’t for Bucky’s quick reaction because you were not paying attention to what was in front of you.

“Hey,” He exhales softly. “Like Tony said, thank God I was around.”

You can’t help the grin that reaches your eyes. It made you happy, the way he no longer referred to Tony as Stark, now he calls him Tony. Now he feels more comfortable. It’s been almost three years. The team is no longer a group of strangers for him. He wants to know them. He wants to go out with them and get close. He knows he can trust this people. He has noticed how this people trust him. Now he knows he belongs.

Yes, yes, Bucky. Thank God you’re around.

“I got a little distracted and…” Words die in your tongue as you squint at the hem of his dark grey shirt. “God, it got to your shirt, too. I’m so sorry, Bucky.”

Looking down he spots a faint red stain but he doesn’t care one bit, he’ll remember this moment and how adorable embarrassed you look whenever he wears it.

“It’s fine. It’ll wash off.”

“If it doesn’t, you know where to find me. I’ll take the responsibility.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry about that, doll.”

“Well, I think I’m gonna need another drink,” You look down to your dress. “And a change of clothes.”

“That’s a good color on you.” It escapes his mouth before he can think it over as he usually does.

And it’s only then, when his deep husky voice falls right over your ear, that you realize how close he is and, looking up, everything you see is baby blue. You smile at him, all teeth and rosy lips and bright eyes that reflect the sun and Bucky swears he’s dreaming.

“You think so?” A sweet, sweet and nervous laugh falls from your lips and it’s angelic; Bucky thinks the sound is angelic.

“Yeah.” He sounds almost out of breath.

And you have to tear your eyes away from him because it feels like you are about to drown in his intense blues.

“I think you would rock yellow, Bucky. I’d love to see that.”

Bucky always hated to wear yellow. Were man even allowed to wear yellow? He doesn’t care. Because now he would stand to wear it, as long as he sees you smile about it the same way you’re smiling at him now. He would wear yellow every day if it meant you were going to smile like that for him.

“Welcome, welcome, everyone! It’s a wonderful afternoon and we’re just getting started…” Your heads turn to where Tony is standing holding a mic when his energetic voice is heard through the entire place.

Bucky groans inside. Just getting started? Been here for about an hour already.

But then you face him again, sweetly smile up at him and suddenly Bucky doesn’t care how much longer he’ll have to stay.

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summer~

“Where do you get all these cute doll dresses from?”

It comes out unexpected amongst the chaos in the kitchen over breakfast. Unexpected for you. For the whole team bumping against each other, taking turns to make their individuals breakfast. Unexpected for Bucky, the owner of the voice that just made that question. Muttered but clear, loud enough for everyone to hear. Did he intend to say that out loud? Was it just a casual thought that escaped his grasp way too fast? It was debatable; for you, for Bucky, for everyone now exchanging discreet knowing looks and badly hidden half smiles across the kitchen.

It is questionable in Bucky’s mind whether he had wanted to say that out loud. But he is positively aware about the one unquestionable truth; the connection between mind, thought filter and speaking was inexistent when you are near him.

And you are. Delicately setting pieces of your sandwich together right beside him at the adjacent side of the counter. You are pretty close to him and he can’t help his thoughts about you ever, but especially when you are this close.

Damn Sunday mornings when everybody feels like spending a ridiculous amount of time and effort making breakfast, gathering all enormous shoulders and muscle in the relatively spacious kitchen -but enormous shoulders and muscle-, all at the same time, ridiculously early for a Sunday morning because everyone in this house seems to have a permanent hen-like biological clock.

Bucky’s cheeks turn pink the moment you lay your eyes on him; eyebrows high, wide eyes, mind processing what you just heard, mouth open but nothing comes out, cheeks equally flushed because damnit if you’re not internally struggling to chill. Was that a compliment? From Bucky? Bucky? Buc-

“Uh, I-” You swallow, lick your lips nervously, “Do you-” Inhaling to regain some sort of maturity. Dang it, how old am I? “Do you like my dresses,” It’s more of a statement than a question.

Bucky shifts awkwardly on the counter stool, “Yeah, I-” Clears his throat, looks down at the oatmeal bowl in front of him.

“Do you think they’re cute?” A smile starts forming on your lips when his eyes lift to yours again.

Sam groans from the stove, dramatically rolling his eyes, “You idiots, stop acting like you’re not in lov- ouch!” He whines when Wanda pinches his bicep.

“Not your business,” She hisses.

“It’s so obvious, are they blind-”

“Shut up,” Natasha demands with a grin, washing her vegetables in the sink while Sam glares at the back of her head.

It doesn’t matter because whatever everyone else is doing or saying is muffled in the back of your lovesick minds.

The smile tugging on Bucky’s lips eventually matches the size of yours as he answers, “I mean… yeah. They look good on you. And you have your own style, that’s… pretty cool actually.”

He shrugs slightly. As if he weren’t affected by it everyday, as if he didn’t love it so much.

“Well I-,” You go back to your unfinished sandwich with shaky hands because he’s doing that thing again when he stares like you’re the only person in the room. Like you are an exotic discovery that must be put under scrutinized inspection. And you can’t breathe properly when he does. “I buy them online, or-”

“Wow, really?”

You laugh at his amazed tone. “Yeah.”

“How do you know they’ll fit?”

“It’s a process, Bucky. But it’s fun! I also go out there to see what I can find. And I’ve made some of them myself.”

“Are you for real?” He sounds amazed. It’s adorable. Absolutely astonished.

“I can teach you,” You laugh playfully.

He laughs along, “That’ll be fun.”

“For real, I will teach you.”

“Doll, I’m in.” Bucky beams as he watches you place thin sliced tomato over lettuce. “You like them so much, don’t you?”

“Dresses?” You catch his nod by the corner of you eye. “I do a lot.”

“Why?” He asks with nothing but curiosity and you smile bigger.

“It’s a special connection with my mother. She’s not here anymore but that’s how it feels when I wear them.”

When your eyes find his again, Bucky notices the light in your eyes is brighter and his heart goes fast. He can see right through them; the sincerity and how much you mean what you said. And God, do they shine so beautiful.

“That’s amazing, doll.” He whispers with genuine interest.

You stare dumbly at each other for a moment until you look back down shyly, flushed cheeks, timid smile; Bucky looks down at the same time, clears his throat again as if stepping out of a trance and hides his equally timid smile with a spoon full of oats and berries.

After a minute, you speak again, “Also, it’s so easy to put one on, and you don’t really have to think about combinations. You’re done when you throw a dress over your head,” You chuckle, “So, emotional value but also practicality. And comfiness, let’s never forget you can move around with liberty.”

And Bucky doesn’t care how crowded the kitchen is on Sunday mornings, or the overwhelming smell of all sorts of different dishes when you beam at him warmly, like the sun outside.

It’s one of those days. All he wanted was to stay home. There are various steps of progress, just as there are steps back. Trauma isn’t something you can move on from easily. It takes years. If it actually even comes to an end before death reaches for you first. Sentiments of unworthiness plagued him once in a while. Not as often as it used to, but they’re there. Days like today. Mentally and physically exhausting missions adding to it all this time around. One after another during the last two weeks.

Bucky’s eyes squint with the summer sun as watches everyone from afar. People he wants to get to know better when it’s not a day like today. He hears the laughs, the bantering, but his eyes keep coming back to you. Sunlight hitting your face gives you rosy cheeks, wide smile matching the light of that infinite light, half of your hair tied up messily, the sound of your sweet laugh as you chat with Wanda standing on wet sand, water covering your feet when a new wave crashes against the seashore. Bucky thinks you’re as bright as the sun, small embroidered flowers covering the white dress that stops bellow your knees, a walking ray of sunshine.

You look pure and innocent and so, so sweet. Sweet, like the coconut water you were drinking a few minutes ago. And he finds himself wondering how someone so sweet can be so lethal when required. His minds travels for a second to your sparring sessions with Steve, the confidence and strength you show on missions.

“Man, you have to stop just looking at her,” Sam leans down beside him to bury his beer in the sand. “You’re wasting time over here.”

It provided reassurance for Bucky. Words he didn’t know he desperately needed to hear. Some sort of confirmation outside his mind that he is allowed to fall in love and receive that kind of love back at this point in his life. It’s possible, it’s still wanted, it’s needed and deserved. It is not too late.

His heart aches when he thinks about how he’s been a little distant with you since that Sunday breakfast conversation you both had a week ago. You’ve noticed the exhaustion in his eyes, deciding it was good to give him some time and space; unaware of the actual reason behind his exhaustion. Forget about tough missions. Undeserving thoughts plague him specially right after getting a bit closer to you. His heart flutters and he believes and he hopes. And then, he’s not good enough, and you’re too good for him.

Giving Bucky one last glance and a smirk, Sam runs to join the rest, splashing salty water all over Wanda when he gives it a hard kick with his foot.

Pushing away wet hair sticking over her face, Wanda stands still, staring down in disbelief as your hands rush up to cover your mouth, attempting to suppress your laughter.

Still from a distance, watching everything with a grin on his face, Bucky leans down to bury his own beer right when the beach chair next to him lights up in a reddish tone, floats on its own and goes flying in the blink on an eye towards Sam, who crouches down with his arms tightly wrapped over his head just in time for the manipulated chair to fly over him and land on the water. Bucky’s eyes go wide, seeing nonliving stuff floating around by control of Wanda’s hands always takes him by surprise.

“Guys, can you stop acting like first graders?” Tony shouts from further away, his head being the only part of his body visible outside the water. Natasha floating peacefully on her back behind him.

The chair crashes against Sam’s side repeatedly when Wanda makes it slide over the surface pulling an exaggerated groan out of its victim. “Hey! Okay, I’m sorry! Wan!”

Shaking your head at such displays of affection of your friends for one another, you turn around, smiling indeed as bright as the sun when your eyes find Bucky’s and waving hello from afar. His mouth mirrors yours as he waves back. Eyes stay connected while both of your overthinking minds debate whether it’s a good idea to approach the other or not.

You win first against yours. Heart drums at a fast speed inside his chest when you approach him slowly, your white dress creating moving shadows on the sand.

“Come, Bucky,” You say sweetly when you reach him, leaning down to grab his hand in yours. “The water is so nice.” You add, tugging at it for him to stand up. “Wanda won’t throw things your way as long as you don’t bother her.”

A sweet laugh falls from your lips as you hold his hand all the way back to the seashore. Not letting go even after fresh water crashes against Bucky’s feet and goes up his ankles.

“Close your eyes, Bucky. Feel everything that is around you.” You whisper next to him. Hands still clasped together.

Feel everything that is around you

Eyes closed, he does what he’s told; the weight of your hand around his, fine sand under his bare feet, refreshing water covering his feet, sunlight touching his heated skin, sea breeze ruffling loose strands of hair that fell from his bun, an entire awe-inspiring ocean in front of him. And Bucky only feels you.

autumn~

Ice cream cones, dogs, pineapples and stars imprints. The dresses you wear started to get very peculiar by the end of the summer and through the few first weeks of autumn.

It’s like a door was opened and I have new endless possibilities before me. You said enthusiastically one time Sam asked about your current dress situation.

Until you stopped wearing them.

Bucky is aware you don’t wear dresses every single day of your life. There’s this particular week every month that it’s actually not that comfortable, nor convenient to wear a dress, Bucky. You had told him with a tender smile dancing on your lips at his curiosity when he –pre- rehearsed, pre-meditated and over-considered– had asked you casually why you weren’t wearing any dresses during a certain week a few months ago. And with flushed cheeks, once Natasha had illuminated him with what you meant by that, Bucky nodded. And he got it. He understands.

The thing is, you haven’t in four weeks. Three of which were spent at the compound. Three weeks at home, one week on a mission overseas. Three weeks off duty and you haven’t worn a dress. For three weeks. At home. Where you’re free to wear them anytime you want.

“No, Bucky. It doesn’t. For the hundredth time, it doesn’t last three weeks.” Natasha groaned during breakfast today when he asked her again if your time of the month could last that long.

Over and over again, for all the time you’ve been acting weird, Bucky has been going to her with the same question; ~but what if… ~Nat, you sure there’s not a chance… ~would Wanda know better… -to which Natasha had sent him daggers in the form of a glare- ~why would it be three weeks? ~is she okay? ~haven’t you talk to her? ~but why…

Because not only were you not dressing the way you loved, you had also lost that optimistic attitude and that joyful behavior that lights up every room. And lastly, Bucky noticed sadly, the light in your eyes was gone.

“She’s acting the same way, are you really that sure?” He pushed desperately that morning, absently moving the cereal inside the bowl in front of him. “Looks like the same symptoms, only so much worse.”

Natasha sighed in defeat, talking slowly, “She’s going through a hard time right now. And I’m only telling you this because I hope so profoundly that you will stop asking the same question every single day. Bucky, I appreciate you a lot, but you are driving me crazy. It is not my place to tell you how she feels right know. Only she decides what she wants to share with each one of us, I’m not taking that away from her. I know it’s not easy for her right now and that’s all I’m gonna give you. And no, it’s not because of that time of the month so please stop it.” She begged exasperated.

Looking into his uneasy blue eyes, her expression softened.

“Look, I know she trusts you and she feels comfortable around you. Why don’t you just ask her what’s going on?” She had encouraged him with tender eyes. “She’ll have a better answer to how she’s feeling than I ever will.” Sending a wink his way, the redhead jumped off the stool beside him, dropped a dirty bowl by the sink and walked out the kitchen door.

And that’s what he does. At least, in a way. In his way.

Leaving out a shaky breath, Bucky stares at your closed door, sweaty hands holding the envelope tightly.

He decided wrapping a gift rather than throwing it into a gift bag or a box would give more intention and meaning to it.

It turned out neatly done, a brown-ish ribbon going around and tied on top. Wanda helped when she found him cursing the red tutorial app on the screen of his phone, balls of ruined gift wrap on the floor all around him. I think she’ll love it. She had said. You don’t know who this is for. Bucky replied. Right… I don’t, right? She smirked knowingly.

Looking down at the note he wrote attached to the ribbon, Bucky sighs one more time and places the envelope gently on the floor in front of your door.

I hope the reason you don’t wear them anymore is because you ran out of them; and not because you’ve grown tired of them.

Bucky.

This was Bucky’s way. A silent reminder that he cares about you.

Questions like how are you feeling? can I do something for you? do you want to talk about it?, those didn’t really worked for him. When he was new into this word, those questions didn’t help. He needed space and time, not a constant reminder that something was wrong with him.

And so he was grateful every time you would do something for him, no words spoken. Just little actions that showed him you were there, and that you cared and appreciated him being around.

No pity. Not being sensitive around him. Actions that showed him you were not afraid. Pouring a cup of coffee for him in the mornings. Making space for him on the couch without looking. Normal. He felt normal when you did things like that. Like he didn’t need to be treated a special way. Eyes weren’t on him the whole time to see his every move when you were the only one in a room with him.

Bucky didn’t want to come up to you with those questions. He didn’t want to make you feel like you had to share something with him when you weren’t ready. A dress is what he bought for you. A silent reminder; I’m here for you. I notice, and I care.

It takes you some time to find him, but you finally spot him by the tall bare trees around the compound. Hundreds of dry, colorful, autumn leaves covering the ground, creaking under your feet. And, if you weren’t in such state of mind, you would be laughing and throwing handfuls of fallen leaves into the air. Autumn is such a wonderful time of the year.

His back is to you and his hair looks messy, and curly, and so soft; makes you want to get your hands on it.

“Bucky.”

“Hey, doll.”

Bucky takes you in when he turns around. Dress or not, you’re beautiful. Sweatpants, an oversized shirt. Always beautiful.

“Hi.”

He smiles fondly, “Hi.”

“Thank you. For the…” Your lip trembles and Bucky isn’t sure, but he thinks he sees your eyes get watery before you bolt forward, surprising him when you wrap your arms around him tightly. “Thanks, Bucky,” Your voice is muffled against his hoodie. “It means a lot to me.”

He exhales, his smile grows, his heart drums happily. Unsure of how much he should hold you, his arms go around your shoulders lightly, even when his whole body wants to hold you so close until it is impossible to know whether there are two bodies or just one.

“I thought it would cheer you up,” He whispers, his breath tickling your scalp at the top of your head. “I don’t know what you’re going through. It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it. But I’m here. If you need me. I’ll do anything for you.” He speaks slowly as his flesh fingers squeeze your shoulder gently and you pull away with a smile; though, he notices, it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“I know you would.” And he knows you’re being sincere when you hold his gaze.

Taking a deep breath, you walk past him. Facing him again after a minute when you lean your back against a big tree catching a yellow leaf as it falls, twisting its little stem between your fingers. He watches you cautiously.

“Remember when I told you about what dresses mean to me?”

Bucky blinks and then nods, smiling. “I do. It makes you remember your mother.”

“Yeah,” Your voice cracks a little and his smile falls. “My whole family actually. Dad always loved them,” Your eyes are on his shoes as your continue. “He loved seeing mamma, me and my little sisters wear them.” Bucky watches one side of your mouth slightly twitching upwards. “It was tree years ago… when I lost them all.”

You finally look up and Bucky sees tears pooling your eyes.

“I guess I had deprived the grief before because I was always busy and we never stopped working after what happened,” Your voice is totally trembling now and tears are falling free down your cheeks. “I pushed it aside for so long, and I’m truly just now processing everything, and my younger sister,” You choke a little and Bucky clenches his fists because he wants to hold you so tight and wipe the hurt away. “Little Lyla, she would- would have turned four two weeks ago and it’s just so much, Bucky. She was- she was just a baby.”

Both of your hands cover your mouth as you sob, full of years and shaking violently. And Bucky can’t take it anymore, he strides towards you hastily and cages you in his arms. Tight.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” His metal hand cradles your head against his chest and there are tears in his own eyes as he mumbles against the top of your head, “So sorry, baby.”

He has heard about what happened with your parents, in the New York attack; but he never knew you had little sisters.

“I’ve protected so many people and I couldn’t keep them safe. The most- the most important for me.” Your fingers grip the fabric on his back.

“No, doll. No,” Bucky closes his eyes, jaw clenched, tears covering his cheeks, pained to the core. “It was not your fault, not your fault.”

He wants to shatter the guild and grief that you’re feeling and protect you from it forever.

“My parents would have been twenty five years of being married yesterday and it was mom’s biggest dream to celebrate it, she would talk about it all the time and I don’t know what to do, Bucky.” You sob against him, letting everything out.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” His fingers stroke your hair soothingly.

And he just hold you for a moment and you let him; you need it. More leaves slowly falling all around you. It would be magical and romantic in different circumstances.

“Sorry.” You cry, throat dry and it hurts and Bucky’s heart falls in pieces.

How someone so sweet can be so broken.

“Hey,” He says softly. “No, you don’t have to apologize about anything.”

“I was so distant…”

“It’s okay, doll. It’s okay.”

“That’s why I didn’t- I couldn’t wear anything that remind me… I would see them all if I- if I put a dress on I would see my family,” You sob. “I miss them a lot.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry,” He whispers. “I’m sorry if I made you remember. I didn’t know.”

“No, Bucky,” You shake your head firmly. “I love it. Thank you. Thank you so much. It made me feel so much better. I love it.”

Bucky holds you some more, until you’re not shaking and your breath is almost even.

“I want to try it on,” Your voice is raspy. Pulling away, the back of your hands go up to sweep against your cheeks. “I want you to see it first.” A small smile graces your tear stained face as you look up at him shyly.

“Okay.”

His hand outstretches to you and you take it without a second thought, letting him lead the way back to the compound.

Anticipation running hot in his veins, and he feels the excitement in his belly when he waits patiently outside your bedroom door. Bottom lip trapped between his teeth because all he can think about is how you’ll look with that dress and he’s grinning so hard.

The enhanced ear catches every little shuffle inside and he arranges his hair and straightens his posture when he catches the soft paddle of your feet approaching the door. And the air is kicked out of his lungs as soon as you open it and he takes you in.

“What do you think?”

“I think it was made just for you.”

“I really love it. It’s my favorite now. Just wanted to let you know I’m gonna wear it a lot.”

Bucky chuckles; smiling so big because the scene in front of him is so much better than image he had in mind. “Can’t wait.”

“It’s the best thing I have ever been given,” You look down, running your hands over the soft fabric of the beautiful green dress. “Thank you again, Bucky.”

“I’m glad you still like them, you know,” He shrugs.

“Of course.”

And, taking a leap of faith –and courage–, Bucky steps closer. One step. Then, another one, slower and more hesitant than the first. Your breath hitches when your shoes touch the tip of his, and you find his eyes when his left hand touches your cheek. The cold metal a welcoming temperature to your flushed skin.

“You look beautiful,” Thumb gently strokes under your eye, “And– you’re so strong. I’m proud of you,” His voice is so gentle, his eyes even more, they hold so much sincerity and tenderness, looking at them makes your heart believe what others have told you. “You’ve made it this far. So many would have given up long ago. I’m so proud.”

Bucky doesn’t miss the way your eyes lit up the longer he holds you. Eyes that compete with the stars look up at him; hopeful, bright, wanting. And Bucky jumps, the leap of faith, erases the distance that keeps you two apart. Tender lips pressed to yours, soft and lovely.

He met you wearing a dress. He fell for you wearing a dress. He hold your hand first time when you wearing a dress. Kissed you for the first time when you were wearing a dress. Loved you wearing a dress. Made love to you for the first time, a floral dress rucked up around your waist. He wanted to marry you, and you would be wearing a dress. Bucky wanted to grow old watching you wear pretty dresses for the rest of his life.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x reader oneshot #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #fluffy oneshot #one shot #fluff

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mostlyfate · 4 years ago

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2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Tagged by: !! @jaehwany, @chaeunwoo, @moonlightsdream !! Thank you all for tagging me (*^ -^*)

Here are my favorites! ^.^

While You Were Sleeping: I’m still v proud of this edit and 100% happy with it! It’s my favorite kdrama edit I’ve ever made!! This was also the very first kdrama I watched so it holds a special place in my heart. 💞 (+ also this other wyws set bc I made it at the same time and I’m still really happy/satisfied with how it looks as well!!)

Brooklyn Nine-nine: I’m still shock with how well it turned out and how happy I was when I finished! Putting it all together in a set and seeing how it turned out better than I expected to was such an nice feeling ^_^

Chocolate: I think I like this set more so because of the drama itself! It was an healing drama for me and making this set felt healing as well? But I also loved how it turned out because I remember I was struggling to make it look how I wanted it to while making it look nice at the same time. 🍫

Modern Witch [+ also this Kang Seulgi set!]: I’ve stopped making these types of edits for a while now but I’m still really proud of how these two sets look! Plus it was fun and satisfying when making and seeing the end results. 🐻

Favorite Kdrama songs released in 2019: Not sure how I had the energy to make this but the end results was worth it!! 💕

Literally every Talio set I’ve made so far [and will make in the future]: This is probably the most edits I’ve made for an series/pairing in an long time and I don’t regret it one bit! It’s my favorite series I’ve watched this year and I’m currently still crying over it T-T BUT I especially love > all the parallel sets < I’ve done for it because those are my favorite type of sets to make and Talio has sooo many that I still have more I want to make!! ALSO this set of Mami’s Fashion (thank you Layla for requesting it!) because I’m not the best at making those but I loved how it turned out and I loved her style as well ^.^ ALSO ALSO- I have to mention this set of Mami and Kuroiwa’s height difference because who doesn’t like an height difference set and it was something I was so excited to make LOL.

+ special mentions [of a few other sets I’m proud of!]:

Dramaween2020 - Fall aesthetics 🍁

Dramaween2020 - Free day (fave characters) 👻

Beautiful Love, Wonderful Life (Cheong Ah + Joon Hwi) ✨

Goblin - Meeting you was the reward of my life 🍂

I feel like everyone has done this already so not quite sure who to tag! 😂

but tagging! (if you’d like to do it ^.^): @yewon, @poonyo, @emilieblunt, @grayson-richard, @howeverlongs, @goldcaught ✨

#e.txt #tag games #i didn't know i was happy with this many edits i made this year.. what lol #me tagging mostly the same peeps... sorry haha

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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if you sent any asks (recommendations for things don’t count as I have to look around!) since october 17 until october 22 it is in here :)

anon said: The header for your askbox response post is *aesthetic*. I think it’s a really good idea to post one every few days if you have the time. ❤️

well, thANK YOUUUUU!!!!! I put in a whopping 10 minutes into it because I had no idea what I was doing! i’ll definitely be doing asks this way now though.

big dick kiri anon said: !!!!!! ILY HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY PLS HYDRATE 💙💙❤️❤️ -bigdickkiri

Omg love! Please don’t worry about kinktober just breathe! Take your time and try to relax 💙❤️- bigdickkiri

DAMN, that is a LOT. Please look after yourself and don't stress about it love!! - bigdickkiri

I'm very excited. BUT PLEASE LOOK AFTER YOURSELF, DO NOT FORCE ANY OF THIS OMG - bigdickkiri

AHH, AMAZING, TALENTED SWEETHEART, GORGEOUS LOVE, HAVE A INCREDIBLE DAY AND HYDRATE - bigdickkiri

I believe I did have a good day, and I am actually super bad at hydrating, buT ILL TRY TO GET BETTER!!!!

I am breathing!!!! JUSTTT BREATHEEEE!!! I am taking my time now and relaxing to the best of my ability :D thank you so much bdk I love you with all my soul

theres always a lot, but if im not doing a lot I dont do anything so on one hand.... it’s okay LMAO but I will continue to try and not stress :D

BDK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO MAKE YOU THINK IM FORCING THIS OUT OF MEEEE ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE YOU PROUD

GHSOGHJIAORGJRGIRAHG YOURE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, TERRIFIC, INCREDIBLE!!!!!!! YOU HYDRATE AND MAKE SURE YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU

@bread-theduck said: We love you and support you ❤ dont push yourself, your mental health is so much more important that kinktober haha. Take all the time you need, we're right here and open if you wanna talk~

I don’t really try to push myself... it just happens subconsciously D: but thank you for the love and support!!!! my mental health is stronger than I give it credit though

anon said: listen! we all appreciate you and your writing dearly but! I think we can all agree that we want you to be okay mentally and physically before you make yourself write! kinktober can wait! you’re more important!! at the very least, pls take a break for tonight.

I honestly can’t even remember when i said I was tired, but thank you for your kind words regardless!!!! I am trying to get better at it because i don’t want to disappoint you guys D:

@saintbullet said: Please take care of yourself!!! DONT risk your health for writing. We care about you so much! Be careful 💕💕💕

I know I push myself a lot, and i’m really sorry for scaring you all!!!! I am trying though, and it just has a lot to do with my mental fatigue and that im judging some hard classes right now then it has to do with anything

anon said: hey it'll be alright! idk whats wrong but i promise everything will work out like its supposed to! you just take care of yourself and take as much time as you need to feel better!! we love u!! ♥️

It wAS MY PERIOD I REMEMBER NOW AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOO WITH ALL THE LOVE MY HEART POSSES!!!!!!

anon said: periods can be a pain so pls take care of yourself!! drink lots of water and rest up!!!

my period is the worst, if she was a person i’d block her and avoid her irl!!!!!!!!

anon said: Lol ok so gay for Mina anon back and no, I was not the anon who requested it. But lmao, let me take this time to whole heartedly thank that anon for quenching my thirst anyways

oh whoops, sorry for thinking you were someone else D: iM GLAD TO SEE THAT YOU WERE HAPPY WITH IT!!! READER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BAD GUY BUT I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK LMAO

anon said: I am just planning on hanging out and reading all the lovely writing that comes from this

i’m pretty sure this is about my nsfw/sfw headcanons, and honestly im sooo very excited to start working on them!!!!!!!!

anon said: you have no idea how happy I got when I saw u posted for mina like UGH MY WIFE I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 N GIVING US GAYS AMAZING CONTENT UR AMAZING MWAH MWAH KEEP BEING THE PERFECT ANGEL U ARE 🥺🥺💞💗💖💕💓💝

AHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT MINA IS LIKE MY FAV CLASS 1-A GIRL SO I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH YOURE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU AND YOURE AN ANGEL!!!!!!!

many a anons said: Sorry I didn’t see the part where you said not to request characters that were already on the list I thought that was the list of character we could vote for.

so sorry I accidentally sent a character in that has already been requested, Tumblr didn't show me the follow up posts ;;

nooo I didn’t see the list I’m so sorry 😭😭😭

LOL ITS OKAYYYY. y’all were hoes and kept sending me shouto who I couldn’t even think about deleting from my list... so... you are lucky >:(

anon said: hello! not a request here but take care of yourself anc stay hydrated bb 🥰🥰

I got my water right next to me rn bby :D

anon said: be todoroki’s girlfriend

bitch I am todorokis WIFE, why would I need to dress up???

@girl-with-a-mentality said: You can be todoroni for Halloween.

....you right...

anon said: Thirst post infoo ;3 I found a doujinshi of Bakugo being teased and toyed with sexually with by Ochako, Yaomomo, and our lovely momma Mina

...send it

anon said: GIRLLLLLL

ANONNNNNNNNNNNNN ;)

local dumbass anon said: local dumbass is here once again, i thiink you know who i am and might've found my ig buuuuuut..?

uh.... I don’t know???????? I only followed people on insta if you gave me your handle or followed me first.... also did you cut your bangs?

anon said: Your Monoma scenario was really good!If we’re being honest, though, Monoma would literally start foaming at the mouth if he saw anyone from 1-A making physical contact with his s/o, ESPECIALLY Bakugou. They would have to call animal control because there would be a rabid Monoma in the dorms lol

okay... while you’re not wrong, I just thought 18 year old monoma should have grown up just the tiniest bit! plus his obsession is controlled because of his insecurity so LMAO IDK I JUST THOUGHT MAYBE UGH

@awkward-theaterkid said: I was reading your Day 19 Fic but I couldnt take it seriously, the title "My Way" kept reminding me of the Backstreet Boys "I want it that way" and it keeps popping up while I read it 😂

as someone who only heard that song because of b99 I read this and immediately thought of b99 LMAOOOOO

🍒💥anon said: URGENT PSA: LYSSA IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND I LOVE HER -🍒💥

Hello Queen Lyssa, I finally read "And They Were Roommates" and have absolutely no idea why I put it off so long! ITS A MASTERPIECE. Each chapter is addictive and the slow burn and angst destroyed me 😭 The smut in the final chapter is flawless and sooooooooooooooooooo H O T. Shoto wasnt even my favorite character but he might have to be now (or at least in my top 3) 😰 This is my new favorite series and I cant wait to re-read it!!!! YOURE AMAZING AND ILY. You own my soul now -🍒💥

URGENT PSA I LOVE YOU CHERRY EXPLOSION AND YOURE AMAZING :D

ATWR holds a special place in my heart uwu.... HAOGHIOSRGSIOGJSIHG THANK YOU!!!!! SHOUTO IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER WHO I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEARRTTTTTT

~ thank you to @didyoumeanme, @kittenlordofdarkness, @soafers for submitting memes and animal pics for my rommate, much appreciated :D ~

anon said: Did the local dumbass anon ever cut their bangs? Do you know?

....I dont know, but I just asked her rn >:)

this paragraph is dedicated to those surrounding to the meltdown mess that occurred yesterday. to each and every one of you who sent me kind words via my askbox or directly contacting me, thank you. I really want to move past this because I feel by holding on it will make me feel less inclined to write because of my guilt. of course, I do not expect you to forgive me, or trust me in my story of how it went down, because at the end of the day it was my mistake for trusting in someone to write with pure intentions when I didn’t know if she could. im trying to continue on with my best foot forward and im grateful for those of you who trusted in me. I swear I will never push myself again, and that I will instead take my time in order to publish my original work and only my original work and not take anything that comes from a “friend”. know that I love you all, and I dont know how to take it easy so my break lasted a whooping 10 hours, and my blog won’t discontinue until im done with bnha or...I get into medschool which is still 3 years away, I am taking care of myself, im staying hydrated, im trying not to put myself down anymore, I will keep going, & will forever continue to be more careful with what I post. also, no one was really coming for me, so don’t worry if you thought so lol. (to you 9 anons who expressed their kind thoughts to me, thank you. to big dick kiri anon thank you. to @bqkubabey, @flayvus, & @ultimate-shit-poster thank you so so much you really helped me not drown myself in my own guilt.)

anon said: i hope you’re feeling okay today :((

I am feeling a lot better. unfortuantely I did make myself really sick yesterday because ive never been as stressed in my life ever, but im okay now. there’s nothing I can do more for what happened so I will try to continue on as best as I can and I appreciate you caring... ilysm :)

@ikinabi said: Your writing??? Actually god sent 🥵👌 and the way you write Mirio gets me GOING

BAHAHAH NOOOOO ITS NOT PLAFUAOGHJIPRAHAR MY MIRIO PIECE YOU LIKED WAS MY FIRST PIECE ON HIM AND OOO BOY I DID NOT DO HIM JUSTICE

anon said: fuck buddy iida is a thought that has never crossed my mind but now that i’ve seen your post i am intrigued haha

well... it is up :) if you wanna check her out :)

anon said: You dont have to answer if you dont wanna but i just wanna see if your okay. I hope your end your doing well and not stressing.

i’m doing much better than I was yesterday!!! I just needed to rest and calm down and stop attacking myself. thank you for checking in!!! it means so much :,)

#ask lyssa anything #lyssa doesnt shut up #anonymous

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drunkcomicbookrants · 5 years ago

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Star Trek the Next Generation: Home Soil

You ugly bags of mostly water

The first season of Star Trek the Next Generatio nis mostly terrible. Let’s just uhh, this is an episode:

Most season ones of most shows are terrible. We’re still figuring out the characters, still figuring out how the off-stage crew works toeghether (lighting is HARD), still figuring out what works ina plot or doesn’t. (looking at you Buffy)

Star Trek TNG holds a special fuckin place in my heart. It was the first show that was MINE, and I’ve rewatched it a few times and I’m honestly, like, PROUD that this is the show that raised me. I honestly feel like I’m a better person because I stumbled upon reruns of this show after my bio family fell asleep when I was on summer breaks. Without getting too INTO IT this show is uhhh fuckin great

Also I could ramble incoherently for at least 45 minutes about the PLACE that TNG found itself in. It was 20 years after the original series aired, before hte internet was really a thing. Back when fucking 45 minutes of every star trek movie was spent on “THJE REVEAL” of the enterprise. Who was this new captain? TV Guide says he’s bald, what?????????? How is this going to cmpareafdafdsfasfd asOMGGDFAFFD so excited, let’s tune in. Also the cold war is a thing and we’re dealing with the beginnings of a technocracy in our IRL lives, and what does this mean for a show that is SOOO fucking good at criticizing us for our actual bullshit???? LET’S WATCH SEASON ONE TO FIND OUT

But season one, as the kids would say, is a big oof. We got your overt racism, we got your weird sexism but almost feminism, we got your wait are the ferengis supposed to be scary or funny or just back to overtly racist?

When I rewatch this show with somebody, I always give them the choice of skipping over most of season 1. Let’s get to that season 2 hotness where Riker has a beard and the writers have figured out who the characters are and the actors have figured out how to use that to work with each other

But you lose something with that, so I’m always happy to

Anyway we watch the first half of season 1 and it’s a little bit pretty YIKES

But then we get to EPISODE EIGHTEEN HOME SOIL

and this is the first Star Trek the Next Generation episode to really feel like a Star Trek the Next Generation episode. I mean that as a high compliment.

Before this we had some weird clonse of the original series episodes, some weired racist episodes. We get one episode with Lwaxana Troi where the only good thing about it is Lwaxana Troi. We get a holodeck episode. We get Datalore which is great but isn’t quite TNG yet.

But HOME SOIL is the first episode that has all of the characters doing the right thing. Captain Picard is fucking CAPTAIN PICARD. Bev has her theories, Data says “Uncertain. Possibility...” a few times. Geordi does more than literally look out the actual fucking window (honestly season one you are giving me a rash). Wes is around but not obviously a fucking audience plant. Worf is well okay not quite there yet but still okay. Tasha is competent and beliveable. It feels like a well oiled machine

You’ve also got yourself a MORAL CONUNDRUM where it’s not quite good-vs-evil, things are complicated, and it’s all a bit of a metaphor meant to be planted in the brains of the children watching (spoiler alert: it worked)

This is Star Trek the Next Generation at its fucking core, for the firs time. It’s not, like, the best episode of all time (hey I, Hugh), but it’s the first SOLID TNG episode in season 1.

There are other good episodes in season 1. I already mentioned the Lwaxana episode and Datalore. The binar episode was memorable even if a little weird if you think about it. And I’m looking forward to a few other episodes in season 1, even if they don’t end up going anywhere (fuckin, alien bugs have infiltrated the highest ranks of star fleet, fucking why wasn’t that a Star Trek movie???!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!!!?!???!!!??!.)

But my point is, Home Soil is the first real TNG episode, and I don’t think it gets enough credit. It’s dismissed as a clone of Dvil in the Dark (the TOS episode with the rug monsters that Spock mind melds)

And I’ll admint that when I started watching this tonight, I thought it was Quality of Life (the one with the drill robots)

But this episode is the first time I felt like I was home again, and it has me looking forward to everything that I know is about to happen.

Beer paring:

This is a seasonal beer that you really like, but you don’t quite remember liking after it goes out of season. But when the season rolls back around, you’re always PLEASANTLY SURPRISED by it. Oh shit, I forgot how good this is!

This is a 21st Amendment Watermelon beer

In my brain I don’t love this beer, but hot damn if I’m not excited every time I see one on tap again. Not only is it a decent beer by itself, but it means that other summer berers, not to mention fucking summer itself, is on its way. It sorta makes you stop and think and question things a bit (wait beer can be watermelony??) but mostly you like it because it means even better stuff is on its way.

Excited for season 2.

#star trek #star trek the next generation #picard #21st amendment #data #beverly crusher #ugly bags of mostly water #lagunitas #overcooked #spider-man #spider-man far from home #star trek discovery #does anybody use tumblr anymore #summer #summertime sanddens #summertime sandman #5 seconds of summer

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real-starkinder · 3 years ago

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Have a Drink for me, I am Dry for Lent

Happy St. Patrick's Day, Friends & Colleagues & Strangers on the Internet. I decided to not drink any alcohol for this year's Lent, but Skal, Cheers & Slainte' to Ya! Having Irish heritage has always made me feel proud. This week, it's been sunny. Despite us having so little, right now & the struggle that My Love and I are going through... I am feeling pretty confident that we will be just fine. Successful, even. If we all don't explode, that is...

Last week, I talked about being a mess ( I also said, 'who doesn't?') yet, How Dare I? I am so sympathetic, but also inspired by the People of Ukraine. I have watched videos of girls bravely walking around, displaying what happened in their city & what they're going through. Musicians giving people something to help keep them relaxed, I'm sure.. distracted, perhaps?.. I love Musicians so much. There are so many bravely surviving this, which has given me a lot to think about. What were to happen if this had happened in your neighborhood?

Last year - I learned a lot about the importance of relationships. I didn't know, but I was taking them for granted... It is comfortable to me, to keep people at arms length... Usually, I end up ghosting someone because of some kind of reaction or behavior I had that they don't understand. I have had a difficult time expressing my emotions... growing up, my own Mother called me a Monster Child. I have been told that I'm weird or difficult to be around... I've heard a lot of hateful things from the people who I loved and loved me.

Now, I just push people away or I'll keep the friendship very casual. If I really like someone, it's like a day at the beach and I just want to run straight into the Ocean of Friendship - It's not something I would consider healthy about my personality, so I'm trying to figure it out. I want to change, so much... I don't want to be hated for who I truly am. I don't want to care what people think about me, anymore...

There are two women that will always hold a special place in my heart & they both ought to know who they are without me needing to even say their names. Gods, I LOVE these two women. It sucks that we all live so far apart from each other.. Good thing for Technology!

Thanks to the Internet, I'm able to connect with new people too and I'm glad we've met, if we have. Right now, I'm designing a new original character for the story I'm building and it feels sooo good. I base most if not all of my characters on real people and the person this one references has such a kind heart. She's always silently had my back. Wish we lived closer..

There is also the Love of my Life - The Man I'm going to Marry - My Best Friend in the World. He's my Rock, Shield, & Man with an Axe. He's also a gentle giant, guys. He makes friends with small animals, the most, hehe. This is our 7th year as a couple & we have plans to get married in our old stomping grounds in July. Going to have a simple Picnic in the Park style of Wedding & I'll probably Cater the event, myself!

Sigh...

It feels good to feel better about myself, this week. I am really excited to blog again. My Ego is very fragile right now. It feels healthy to be doing this for myself. I have spent too much of my life in Self Doubt.. I hit the backspace button too much! Always revising my sentences... keeping hoards of drawings and ideas to myself, scared to show it to the world, because "it's not ready."

There still has not been a word on my start date for the new job.. Trying not to bite my nails about it and remain hopeful. I've been taking advantage of the time at home, between jobs, to get spring cleaning finished. My Love and I are stable and comfortable - our Bills are caught up and we are not starving. It's important to be saving as much money as we can, right now. We can't afford a human family right now, so we have cats. Overall - I am very Blessed and for the most part, Happy.

I still think that despite what's going on right now, we are going to have an amazing future. That's all I have today - Later

#artblog #art #artist #artwork #artblogger #artistsoninstagram #instaart #drawing #artgallery #illustration #sketch #artlovers #modernart #arts #blog #artsy #fineart #draw

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 7 years ago

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O Fortuna Chapter 4: It Begins, A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

Karin: Chapter Four, here we go!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Miraculous.

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“Come feel my heart It’s beating like a drum and I confess When you’re around It’s like an army’s Marching through my chest And there’s nothing I can do I just gravitate towards you Pulling on me like the moon.”

—The Cab, “La La”

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Chapter Four: It begins

Chat Noir landed beside Ladybug, grinning in greeting. Alya quirked an eyebrow at him in suspicion.

“Where were you, you mangy cat?” she asked. Adrien just continued grinning.

“Nowhere! Just touring the city.” Chat Noir replied. Ladybug made a noise, not convinced, the journalist in her not satisfied.

“Hmm, right.” She spoke, “Were you touring around a certain bakery, perhaps?” a coy smile bloomed on her features. Adrien’s luminescent eyes widened.

“How did you—I mean, what makes you think that, LB?” he quickly covered up his exclamation. Alya continued to smirk.

“Oh, no reason,” she began, pretending to be nonchalant, “Except that all day you’ve been like ‘Marinette is so cool!’ and ‘Marinette is so brave!’ since we defeated Jackady.” Ladybug did an impression of Chat Noir’s fangirling for emphasis. Chat looked at her sheepishly.

“She is though! She totally saved my dad’s ass.” he said in praise.

“Yeah, but we do that all the time along with saving all the other citizens of Paris.” Alya smirked. “What’s so special about Marinette?” she teased him. Adrien blushed.

“Well, you know… it’s our job to save people, but she didn’t have to do it.” Chat explained.

“It wasn’t always my job.” Alya said, feeling the insecurities rise in her. She wasn’t originally chosen like Adrien. Chat waved his hands.

“No! That’s not what I meant—you were meant for this too! Look how well you do at protecting the city.” Chat Noir reminded her. Ladybug sighed.

“But she would’ve done better.” Alya said mournfully, laying her chin on her arms. Chat placed a hand on his partner’s shoulder.

“But remember—whoever she was—she chose you. She saw something in you that said to her that you were more fitted for the job.” He assured her. She gazed at him solemnly.

“You still think about her, don’t you, Adrien?” Alya inquired, already knowing the answer. Chat Noir looked away.

“Sometimes.” He admitted shamefully. He looked up at the starry sky. “I like to think she is watching over you and me and feels proud.”

“It isn’t your fault she left.” Ladybug told him.

“I know… I just wish I knew why she left.” Chat Noir said sadly. “I just want to know if she’s okay.”

“Well Tikki refuses to tell us who she is.” Ladybug told him. “Probably best to move on from it, Chat. You know how upset Tikki gets when you mention the previous Ladybug.”

“Yeah…” Chat deflated. He looked to the stars, melancholy. The red head furrowed her brow. A smile then developed on her features.

“Sooo… shall I expect you asking out Marinette soon?” she inquired. Chat made a choking noise.

“What?!” he exclaimed, his green eyes wide. If the mask wasn’t covering his face, Alya was sure she would’ve seen a blush across his cheeks.

“Come onnnn, you flirted with her every time you saw her today. Chat Noir having a crush?” she teased. She then took his hand and dropped her voice to mimic his. “’Oh Princess, you’re welcome to become a superhero with me so we can watch the stars together and then make kissy faces.’” Alya cackled. Adrien blushed even more.

“It’s not like that!” he denied embarrassed. “She just reminds me of someone!”

“Yeah sure, lover boy.” She said, not believing him. “You don’t flirt with just anyone. You don’t even flirt with me.”

“That’s because you’re like my sister.” Chat replied.

“So Marinette is definitely not like your sister then?” Alya smirked.

“Exactly!” Chat said, glad she got it. However, he realized that she tricked him and his ears reddened from shame. “I hate you sometimes.”

“Whatever.” Alya dismissed him grinning, standing up and readying her yoyo. “Just don’t be presenting me with any new kittens you two have too soon, okay?” with that she flew off into the air.

“Alya!”

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Gabriel breathed a sigh, hearing his son’s window open and close at long last, and pushed himself away from his son’s bedroom door. His heart was heavy as his mind was swimming with many problems, and half-solved solutions to meet them. Recalling that Plagg was a super cheese freak, he made sure the camembert was at the front of the fridge in the kitchens before his son snuck down there to feed his kwami.

Retreating to his office, Gabriel felt tired, but knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. He gazed at the portrait of his wife, a dread filling him. Why now? Why did this have to happen to his son? Did Master Fu know that was his son when he chose him?

‘That insufferable old man doesn’t know when to quit, does he?’ Gabriel thought bitterly. His fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his skin, making his palms bleed. ‘He’s already ruined my life enough and now he’s going after my son?’

Anger flooded him then, the memories assaulting him. He had the urge to go to the old man’s shop himself and give him a piece of his mind. He couldn’t believe Fu had the audacity to choose his son when he knew how much the Miraculous brought pain to Gabriel and his family. Did he have no remorse? No shame?

Gabriel let his frustration ignite with a flame as he punched the wall beside his wife’s portrait. The pain in his hand registered in his mind, but nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

He could go up to Adrien’s room right now and take the Miraculous away. He could throw it into the ocean and let it never be seen again. The more Gabriel listed off possibilities to be rid of the cursed item, the more inviting the opportunity sounded.

‘But what of Hawkmoth?’ a voice asked inside his mind. ‘If Adrien isn’t there to help Ladybug, Hawkmoth could seriously harm people…’

‘Let them be harmed,’ Gabriel thought back stubbornly, ‘I’m not allowing Adrien to suffer like I did. In time, he will see it was good for him.’

However, he remembered all the times Adrien has become miserable because of his decisions to keep him safe. About all the times he had begged Gabriel to be on the outside—to be free.

“I’m protecting him!” Gabriel whispered, banging his fists on the portrait. The sound shocked him, and he looked up into the painted image of his wife’s eyes. So gentle and kind. He sighed, laying his forehead against the portrait. “I’m protecting him, aren’t I…?”

Silence answered him. His eyes clenched shut—he refused to let tears fall. The loss of his wife was like a forever open wound. He didn’t want Adrien to ever feel this way. To lose someone he loved because he was a soldier for the greater good. Destiny could be cruel.

‘And if Hawkmoth finds him without his Miraculous, what will his destiny be then?’ Gabriel’s conscious sneered, the reality of what Gabriel had to let Adrien do sinking in. If Hawkmoth found out Adrien was Chat Noir, he would definitely target him. And if Chat Noir didn’t have his Miraculous, what then?

‘Death’

Ice blue eyes looked to the ceiling, wondering if this would be the time the Gods answered him at last throughout all the misery he suffered, but as always, the Gods were silent.

If he took away Adrien’s Miraculous now, it could spell doom for his son. He’s already in too deep, and there was nothing Gabriel could do about it. He opened the safe behind his wife’s portrait, determination in his veins. He’s seen Adrien be reckless as Chat Noir. It wouldn’t do for him to be this reckless anymore. Someone had to protect him.

The sparkle of his wife’s Miraculous met him inside the safe. He had forgotten how brilliant it shown under the light. He gently fingered the jewel, remembering how his wife had handled her miraculous with care, and held it close to his chest.

“Duusu,” he called softly, “Please Duusu, I need you right now. Your time is needed once again.” He told the jewel.

Nothing happened. The jewel stayed silent, as if mocking him. Gabriel slumped his shoulders in dismay.

‘It won’t work for you,’ the voice in his head mocked in mean spirit, ‘You no longer believe…’

Gabriel sighed, rubbing his temples. If he couldn’t go out into the field to protect his son, who could? Who would Duusu want to be her wielder if not him? He sat in his office chair, running a hand down his face in exasperation.

Who could he trust to protect his son if not himself?

They would need to be determined—to be kind and humble. Someone who doesn’t goof off at the job and understands the gravity of the situation. Someone who can think of their feet and be resourceful—wait…

Gabriel looked up, grabbing his laptop. He loaded up the Ladyblog by Adrien’s friend Alya, and searched for a certain article. The picture was from the Evillustrator incident, with Chat Noir holding a certain pigtailed girl to his chest during battle.

He clutched the Peacock Miraculous in his hand, resolve filling him.

If Fu could choose soldiers, so could he…

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Marinette bit her thumb as she sketched out a new design. After yesterday’s disaster with Jackady, she was glad for a peaceful Sunday where she could work on designs. She hoped she could get this one done before she went fabric shopping with her family. She snuggled deeper into her knitted red and black infinity scarf. She wore an oversized gray Micky Mouse sweater, the sleeves striped gray and black, with black leggings and black ballet flats. She wiped pencil shavings off her sketchbook, her eyes concentrated on the way she wanted the fabric to fall, imagining it in her mind’s eye.

“Wow, Marinette! Your room looks so cool!” someone praised.

Marinette’s eyes bugged out comically as she screamed, throwing her sketchbook in the air. She whipped her head to the sound to see Adrien Agreste in her room, wearing a long sleeved black shirt with his usual overshirt and his blue scarf that she had secretly made him with his usual blue jeans and orange sneakers.

The urge to hide behind her bed was strong as her legs shook from surprise.

There was a boy in her house.

There was a boy in her room.

Adrien Agreste was in her room.

Her mind went into overdrive as she could feel her brain try to self-combust. Adrien seemed perfectly fine with standing in her room, his hands at his hips, as he surveyed her walls of designs and the fabric all over her desk.

Urges to usher him out of her sanctuary were high, but she held her ground. She couldn’t be rude, even if he was intruding in her space. Besides, she had to figure out how did he get here in the first place…

THEN she can kick him out.

“Um… h-how did here get you?” Marinette stuttered out, mixing up her words. She flinched and tried again, “How did you get into my room?”

“Oh!” Adrien looked embarrassed. “Sorry for startling you, but your parents said I could just head up here to see you. I didn’t think you’d react this way.”

Oh. That’s why. Her traitorous parents.

Speaking of which, she heard a creak of her trapdoor open and she glared at them peeking through the opening, obviously spying on her. Her parents quickly shut the door when they realized they were caught.

“It’s fine.” Marinette fidgeted, twiddling her thumbs. “What do you need?” she asked, confused at why he was there. Adrien smiled at her, making her heart pound.

“Well, I wanted to come over to thank you for saving my dad yesterday.” Adrien told her. He then looked bashful, making Marinette think of a baby doe with how cute and innocent he was, “Also, I kinda wanted to… hang out.” He admitted. Marinette looked at him shocked.

“Hang out?” she questioned.

“Yeah,” he smiled, touching her shoulders. “You’re really cool and I know we don’t hang out a lot, but I wanted to get to know you more.”

She could’ve sworn she heard her mother squealing under her trap door, but she chose to ignore it.

“You don’t have to do that…” Marinette looked away, unable to tell the pure, innocent soul that she didn’t really want anyone’s company. Adrien looked confused.

“I do.” He assured her. “You’re always by yourself. Maybe we can be friends?”

Marinette’s brain went into overdrive at the statement. Friends with Adrien meant seeing Alya more, which would make it harder to hide that she knew she was Ladybug, which might lead them to discover she was Ladybug, which then could cause a lot of mayhem…

Marinette shook her head vigorously, banishing her internal freak out. She grinned shakily, stepping back, allowing herself to be free from him touching her.

“Um… that’s really sweet, Adrien, but I’m supposed to go fabric shopping with my parents—“

“Oh sweetie!” Sabine immediately opened the trap door, “We just wanted to tell you we can’t take you fabric shopping today, so you’re free to do whatever you want today!” Sabine chimed in hastily. Marinette looked at them bug eyed, scrambling to find another excuse to get out of this, but it seems her parents had other ideas.

“I could take you fabric shopping.” Adrien volunteered smiling. Marinette gave her parents the death stare, to which they just grinned, and she turned to Adrien, smiling nervously.

“You sure you wouldn’t mind?” Marinette asked, hoping he would back out. Adrien nodded.

“Sure! I’m used to it with my father.” Adrien shrugged.

“Oh thank you so much, Adrien!” Tom said graciously.

“We really appreciate it!” Sabine added. “Have fun, Marinette!” with that, they shut the trap door, leaving the blonde and raven haired girl alone.

‘Traitors.’ Marinette thought. Adrien just grinned at her.

“Ready when you are.” He told her. Marinette nodded, trying to calm her fast beating heart, and grabbed her purse.

“Okay, it shouldn’t take too long to walk. Are you okay with that?” she asked him, wondering if maybe he would prefer to take his car. Adrien only seemed to be a ball of sunshine.

“Of course not! It will give us time to talk.”

Both climbed down the stairs of her room and exited through the bakery. A cool breeze brushed past them, making Marinette and Adrien shiver a bit.

“Summer’s still a ways off.” Adrien commented. Marinette nodded, rubbing her hands together. The blonde boy turned towards his companion and offered his arm.

“Shall we, Princess?” he said charmingly. Marinette stared at him, blushing. Realizing what he said, he flattered. “I mean, I was, uh…”

Surprisingly, Marinette couldn’t help but giggle a little, happy that even cool people like Adrien can get flustered, and walked a little ahead of him, turning back with a teasing smirk.

“Well, aren’t you coming?” she asked, surprising herself at how welcoming she was, but finding that perhaps it’s because Adrien is as harmless as a chipmunk in one of those Disney Princess movies was probably why she was okay with it.

Adrien grinned and ran to catch up with her, and they were off to the fabric store.

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Marinette wanted to drool at the sight of so many fabrics, but refrained with Adrien there, and raced inside. Adrien chuckled as he watched her.

She immediately started touching and feeling everything, her mind cataloguing what was good material and what wasn’t from her hands. Adrien found it adorable; however, he shook his head to rid of the thought. Stupid Alya….

Yet he couldn’t help but be mesmerized as he watched her in her element. Her bright blue eyes practically sparkled and her expression was full of wonderment. He wouldn’t lie that sometimes he couldn’t help it if Marinette just seemed to pull him in—something about her made him want to gravitate her way. Ever since he offered his umbrella to her on that rainy day, he couldn’t help but feel like he knew her from somewhere else—like he’s met her before—but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Though as time passed, he found getting close to Marinette was a challenge. She didn’t seem to want company and ran away from it when it came her way. She was very jumpy when it came to him, Nino, and especially Alya. He wondered if maybe she still was holding a grudge about the gum incident, but when he did get a chance to force her to interact with him, she treated him nicely, so he didn’t think she held any bad blood.

Perhaps her reluctance to converse with him as Adrien made him more pushy with her as Chat Noir. She was painfully shy, and Adrien wanted to bring out her smile like he had on that rainy day. When she smiled, it reminded of him of rays of sunshine peeking through on a cloudy day. It was radiant, much like his mother’s, and Adrien felt the need to see it more and experience the calming feeling it gave him that all was right with the world.

Marinette made a clicking noise, drawing Adrien away from his thoughts. He caught her standing in front of some blue fabric. She appeared to be caught in between a royal blue and carribean azure blue, fingering the fabric. Adrien walked up beside her, observing.

“Both are good colors.” He told her. Marinette nodded, still looking pensive. “Though if it’s for yourself I think red and black suits you just fine.” He commented, gesturing to her scarf. Marinette winced violently, a reaction he wasn’t expecting, and shook her head rapidly.

“No!” she exclaimed. Blushing, she dropped her gaze, lowering her voice to normal level, “I mean… they are good colors but I want to make something calming. I just want to make a simple empire waist, knee-length, dress to go with my black leggings… though I don’t really have any scarves to match…” she trailed off, thinking. Adrien looks around, finally coming across the yarn section. His eyes widen when he catches sight of a pretty yarn that was mixed with Surf Blue, emerald green, light green, and turquoise that matched Marinette’s eyes. An idea began plotting in his mind, as he turned away from it and face her. He reached and touched the carribean azure blue fabric, smiling at her.

“This one I think.” He told her. “Make it empire waist like you wanted, but make sure the dress kinda flares out with the skirt. You should make it long sleeve since it’s still cold, and a round neckline.” Marinette pictured the product in her mind’s eye, getting excited at the prospect. She rocked on her heels and grinned.

“That sounds pretty nice. Something simple and comfortable to wear, but has some flirty aspects to it.” Marinette turned to him, smiling, “thank you, Adrien.” Adrien shrugged, smiling.

“It’s no problem. When your dad’s a fashion designer you sorta pick these things up.” His smile then turned into a teasing grin. “Soooo is there anyone you want to look flirty for?”

Marinette’s entire face exploded into a pretty blush that Adrien found endearing, and she stammered violently.

“N-n-n-nope! Nadda! I don’t wanna look flirty for you—I mean anybody! ANYBODY I mean!” Marinette freaked out in her mind, scared that Adrien might know about her crush on him. Adrien just looked at her confused, wondering if maybe he pushed her too far, before she cleared her throat. “Anyway—as you have noticed I don’t hang around much people so there’s no one to really look flirty for.” Marinette added, her face still red.

“That’s okay.” Adrien told her. “You can look good for yourself. Isn’t that the most important?” he said. Marinette snuggled into her scarf, smiling shyly.

“Mm. It is.” Adrien rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish.

“Also… you can always hang with me.” He told her. Marinette’s eyes widened. “I really like hanging with you..” Marinette’s ears turned pink. She turned to the fabric hastily and picked it off the shelf.

“I’ve decided to get this one since you gave me a great idea! Let me go get it cut.” She sped over to the counter, leaving Adrien to blink confused at her behavior.

‘Definitely really shy.’ Adrien noted. His emerald eyes turned towards the yarn he was looking at, checking to see if Marinette was preoccupied, and hurrying to grab the yarn and paying for it.

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“T-thank you for coming with me today, Adrien.” Marinette thanked him, remembering her manners. They approached the bakery and turned to each other. Adrien smiled down at her.

“It’s no problem, Marinette.” The blonde said. “It was really fun! You definitely are talented.” He said sincerely. Marinette smiled gently at him, and Adrien felt warm from it. He coughed. “I’ll see you!” he bid goodbye, and quickly ran off to avoid embarrassment.

‘Stupid Alya.’ Adrien cursed again, his cheeks aflame.

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Gabriel sat at his desk, thinking intently. How would he go about this? It’s been about twenty-four hours since he came up with his plan, but he didn’t know how to carry it out. He couldn’t really go up to her house and give her the Miraculous. It would be too suspicious. He didn’t even know where she lived.

‘Way go to, Agreste. You can’t even do your plan correctly.’ Gabriel deadpanned in his mind. A knock at his door startled him, making him hide the peacock miraculous in a drawl. He cleared his throat. “Come in.”

Adrien entered nervously, worried he may have interrupted something, but Gabriel sighed in relief seeing him.

“Adrien, what is it?” he asked his son. He clenched the drawl under his desk, paranoid that Adrien knew what he was planning. Alas, Adrien was unaware what was going through Gabriel’s mind.

“Father, I wanted to let you know I was back from Marinette’s.” the blonde said. Gabriel perked up at the name.

“Marinette? As in Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” he asked. Adrien nodded.

“Yeah. Is there something wrong?” the blonde asked. Gabriel shook his head.

“No… I just… is she one of your friends, Adrien?”

“Well, I hope she’ll be…” Adrien told him nervously, rubbing the back of his head and looking at the floor. “She’s really nice.”

“I see.” Gabriel replied, a plan forming in his mind. “Why don’t you invite her over for dinner one night? You can even invite those two friends you’re always hanging out with.” Gabriel explained.

‘They can distract each other while I do what I need to do with Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng’ he thought. Adrien’s eyes lit up in shock.

“Really? You’re okay with that, Father?” Adrien gaped at him. Gabriel nodded.

“Yes. You are my son—it’s only natural I see who you are hanging out with.”

“Oh well… you’ve never done that before.” Adrien told him, still reeling in surprise. Gabriel internally winced at the reminder of his bad parenting skills. However, remembering his plan, he would soon be making it up to his son.

“You’re right.” The man answered. Getting up from his desk, he approached his son. “After dealing with that insufferable Jackady I realized some things and I would like to try to make it up to you.”

Adrien just stared at him, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, before a grin broke out on his face.

“Oh! Thank you Father! They’ll be on their best behavior, I promise!” Adrien exclaimed, hugging him. Gabriel smiled tenderly at his son, hugging him back. They separated and Adrien looked a little awkward.

“What is it?” Gabriel asked.

“It’s just… do you know how to crochet, Father?” Adrien asked suddenly. Gabriel blinked. His son was never one to be involved with the crafting sense of fashion, but not one to complain for a chance to bond with his son, answered.

“Yes, it’s been a while but I should still know a thing or two.” Adrien smiled.

“Great! Because I am making a present and I need all the help I can get.” He said bashfully. Gabriel placed his hands on his son’s shoulders.

“Well, let me seen what materials you have and we can get started.”

Stressing and planning could wait for now. Everything would fall into place soon.

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Karin: Okay… I think I probably did bad on this chapter. I don’t know. Hope you guys enjoyed it. As you can see, Gabriel is trying to change a little.

See ya Next time!

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OMG KINA so I just finished reading The End and I was going thru a whole rollercoaster of emotions u truly made me feel All The Feels™️ with this fic!!! first of all, lemme just say u succeeded in going out with a banger bec this fic was SO INCREDIBLY AMAZING I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. LIKE EVERYTHING. originally, while reading I was just jotting down points that stuck out to me but eventually it turned into me basically live reacting bec one thing I didn’t expect was for us to spend so much

time with oc and jin after that crazy whirlwind adventure they went on when they ‘properly’ met?! I thought the fic would end when oc meets jin in the present day but I was so glad for it to continue on into what happens next bec it made me love them even more, and I’m so glad for everything that happened afterwards!!!! okay tbh I don’t really know how to make sense of all the notes I wrote down so I’m kinda just going to combine them, or at least the start of them, bec I feel like it’ll still make some sense if I do that bec they’re my thoughts/feelings about the fic/ur writing in general. but towards the end of what I wrote down it is literally just me reacting to things that happen in the fic bec A LOTTA SHIT HAPPENS so I’ll just start listing them bec idk how else to organise them and I already know this is gonna be a long message sbdkncf. before I start, please just know my heart swooned so many times even when jin and oc were talking while travelling thru time (their chemistry was just SO GOOD to me even from that point) and I also teared up/tried not to cry/failed miserably and cried multiple times even tho I didn’t mention that a lot in my notes, I felt that big lump in my throat so many times okay so that’s how u know the angst really got to me .__. The End was so thoughtful and heartfelt and amazing. I am so so so happy with the way the fic ended tho, thank u SOOO MUCH for writing this absolute masterpiece of a fic!!!!! it truly is such a good final story and I’m so thankful to be able to read it and all ur other fics throughout the years. so many of them have a special place in my heart and I think of them from time to time and reread them kinda often too so I’m so glad to be able to know such amazing fics exist :’) okay just this intro is getting long so lemme just get into listing my thoughts/reactions hehe sorry for how long and incoherent this is about to get but I’m not the best with words don’t know how else to share what I felt while reading this fic, but this is all things that I thought of while reading and wrote down bec I wanted to make sure u knew how amazing this fic and ur writing in general is to me (side note: as I’m sending this, the formatting of this ask is weird and there’s a huge space between this paragraph and the first bullet point for some reason and I can’t get rid of it but idk if it’ll actually send thru like that so if it does pls just ignore that. also I just realised there’s no word count anymore I think? rip apologies in advance for how long this is but I thought it might be easier if it’s all in one ask kjsjdnfn) :

• the dog world reference and when spring meets autumn reference :’) I love when u reference ur other fics

• I just love ur writing so much like it’s so easy to follow and get lost in the description and dialogue and works you’ve created. you’ve really outdone yourself with The End and I’m glad u seem to be proud of it too bec u should be!!!

• it’s so cool how u showed so many aspects of relationships and why some are great and some still may not work despite that and still have their own challenges within the various specific circumstances in this one fic and all the factors that go into relationships too (like oc said: family, compatibility, career, stability, etc)

• it’s such a pleasure to be able to see how much ur writing has improved and to just read all ur creative ideas in fics, both in older fics and newer fics, bec so many of them stick with me and have a special place in my heart. it just makes me want to reread them over and over and I definitely have already and I still will be rereading ur fics for a long time lol!!

• even the lil parts where jin and oc were getting friendlier or acting cuter with one another or when jin was secretly judging these candidates for oc even tho he’s trying to help potentially her be with one of them or even when jin seemed to know something that oc didn’t, it was all so heart-fluttering and exciting to read about I just love the subtleties in stories in general (it’s that show don’t tell aspect I think) and it was so well done in this fic imo!!!

• even tho I like ot7 fics I usually don’t gravitate towards stories like this where they’re all potential lover interests but at different points of oc’s life, but u just made it work so well!! I enjoyed myself reading this fic so much and I feel like everything just made sense and made me feel for oc and jin too and for the different situations oc was in and the emotions she felt within them. it was all different but somehow some similar emotion linked them that made her realise that this isn’t the life she wanted to choose for herself

• when oc found out the truth about jin u wrote ‘Your breath hitches. Your heart stops in your chest. It lodges inside your throat.’ and that’s LITERALLY how I felt. ur writing and this fic in particular made me feel SO many things and I absolutely LOVE when a story is able to do that to me. I adore ur writing so so so much!!!

• I had the fattest lump in my throat trying not to cry and I was just thinking how are u able to make me feel this way with ur writing I’m so in awe of how amazing it is?! how can someone write this well and write a story this good?!

• june 23rd the day of the car accident omg that’s ur blog’s anniversary date right? and ur last day on this blog? damn the parallels make me feel even more sad about u leaving and this whole situation with jin and oc :( they only knew each other for 2 years but from the way jin acts around oc and even wants her to choose a new timeline for herself to avoid meeting him and thus avoid the pain of his death? I can tell he really cares for oc and loves her so much :( HOW THE HECK did u manage to make me feel jin and oc’s chemistry so much when I didn’t even know what they were like when they were together?! again, ur writing is truly one of my favourites and I really mean that!!!

• when it said ‘Salt bleeds from your eyes that still hold the memory of his tender gaze but it, too, has already begun to fade.

The six love letters sit untouched on the table as if nothing had happened.

The silence of your apartment is deafening.’ I was scared oc is gonna forget about jin and this whole night she spent with him exploring possible alternate lives but I’m glad she still remembers when she woke up even tho it’s still painful he disappeared and I wonder if jin will remember :( probably not since his ghost was the one who knew everything after obviously dying but I wonder how oc would be with present day jin, knowing exactly when he dies and I wonder if she’d even tell him about anything from that eventful night?

• omfg as soon as I read that the new transfers from the Fresno branch were coming I remembered oc’s colleague talking about that at the start of the fic and THE DOTS WERE CONNECTING IN MY BRAIN I completely forgot about it throughout the course of the fic until then but I gasped and was like :O perhaps jin is one of them?!

• the way u describe jin’s lil •ᴗ• smile makes me emo for some reason I just love it :’)

• “is there something on my face?” “you’re just handsome” I KNOW OC KINDA DIDNT MEAN TO SAY THAT BUT YYYYEEEESSSS I LOVE IT HERE

• “It’s nice to meet you. I hope we can be good deskmates.” oh jin baby if only u knew

• “But I’m actually terrible with directions. Maybe you could join me and lead the way?” that’s not what u said in France!!!! oc knows u lying but it’s a cute excuse!!!

• ‘A love story with a forgotten prequel.’ omg PAIN... I wonder if jin will remember or come to know of their ‘prequel’ later on or when he dies or if he’ll reappear to oc when he dies ;(

• omg all of these snippets into their life together... usually I don’t like when stuff progresses fast but in this case I already love jin and oc together since their whole whirlwind adventure and it just feels right for them, and knowing what happens in just 2 years, I’m kinda glad they form such a deep relationship so quickly :’)

• ‘When you blow out the candle on the cake, you wish for this happiness to last.’ she got her 30th birthday wish and on her 31st birthday she’s not alone :( I hope this wish of her’s somehow comes true too :( I love her and jin, their relationship is just so cute and comforting and sweet and they’re just so right for each other I want this to last forever for them <3

• u know there’s this thing ppl say that’s like do I like men or do I like men written by women? u truly made me think that so much bec this jin was just so sweet and incredible to me I absolutely love him

• “Let’s look in July.” GIRL U KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN IN JUNE is that why she just wants to stay where she’s always stayed rather than find a new place with jin only to be alone there when he’s gone :(

• the way they keep holding hands just reminds me of their prequel adventure when they’d hold hands to travel to different places/times, I love them so much man ;(

• omg oc is trying to avoid june 23rd.. I was thinking maybe she’ll do that and hopefully something will work out in their favour but idk .... I’m stressed I’m basically live reacting at this point bec it’s getting closer and closer to the date.. I’m scared tho is something bad gonna happen if they avoid june 23rd?? will oc possibly die instead??? what in the final destination is gonna happen I’m so ?!?! lemme continue reading..

• NOOOO WHY DID JIN LEAVE THE HOUSE AFTER PROMISING NOT TO I MEAN I GET HES WORRIED ABOUT OC’S HEALTH BUT NOOOOO PLEASE

• ‘I want her to be with someone who can make her happy.’ HES WISHING FOR HIMSELF!!! HES THE ONE WHO MAKES OC HAPPY THE ONLY ONE SHE WANTS TO BE WOTH!!!! omfg I really thought maybe he’ll get a second chance bUT HES WAKING UP TO THE SIGHT OF HER ON THE 30TH BDAY ISNT HE?! BACK IN THE PAST BEFORE THEY MET AND TO THE START OF THE STORY NOOO

• the way whenever jin looks at oc his eyes soften and his gaze tenders.... PAAAIIIINNN I WANT THEM TO BE TOGETHER SO BAD

• wait so he’s in hospital rn.. is this the period when his ghost and past oc are going on their adventure in the meantime.. and oc picks jin at the end right? so hopefully his ghost returns to his body in the hospital and he wakes up and they can be together in the present and future then? man I’m clinging onto every shred of hope I can for them to end up happy together, if that happens I hope they both tell each other they both know about what happened that crazy night with the 6 love letters

• holding his hand while he’s unconscious :( all this hand holding is just so THEM™️ I love it

• ‘Salt bleeds from your eyes that still holds the memories you’ve made together.’ OMG THE SALT BLEEDS FROM YOUR EYES LINE AGAIN BUT SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT miss kina u are a freaking genius I love whenever u do this in ur fics I just love parallels So Much

• ‘Even if it means the present and future pain, you wouldn’t change being with him.’ AND THAT LINE IS FROM EARLIER IN THE FIC TOO ISNT IT?? omfg so jin never actually died I AM SO GLAD MISS OC NEVER CHOSE ANOTHER GUY BEC IMAGINE IF SHE DID SHE WOULDVE JUST NOT KNOWN HER DREAM MAN AKA JIN kina the way the past and present and future all tie in together is just so genius to me like ITS SO PERFECT BEC IM HAPPY JIN IS STILL ALIVE BUT ALL THE EMOTIONS I FELT BEFORE WHILE WAITING FOR JUNE 23RD FELT LIKE A ROLLERCOASTER

• omg wait so did jin and oc never talk about how they knew the future/how jin’s ghost came to her?? wait miss kina I’m genuinely asking, this isn’t rhetorical lol, so they never tell each other and never know that the other basically knew about what would happen in the future? or they do talk about it and I’m just dumb and didn’t get it lol?

• ‘For the pair of you to be together. Until the end.’ omg I would’ve wished for this too if I was oc and ‘the end’ the name of the fic are the last words of it ahhh idk why that makes me feel things :’)

...this is all kind of a mess I’m sorry but thank u SO MUCH for this amazing fic kina!!!! and for all the amazing fics you’ve posted here during ur time on tumblr!!! I’m truly going to miss ur wonderful writing and presence here so much but I wish u all the best for ur future and I hope you’ll come back from time to time to let us know how u are if u want!! just like how u said ur not gonna forget writing/ur time on tumblr, I will never forget ur fics either and will be rereading them in the future too just bec I love them so much <3 in fact, before reading The End I was thinking to myself I want to reread Sugar and Coffee just bec I was lowkey nervous The End would end really angsty (but I love the way it ended) and S&C is one of my faves and it’s been awhile since I last read it so I might go to that lol!! I know anything I say won’t come close to how much I love u and ur writing and how thankful I am to be able to read it but please know I appreciate u so so so much and I really wish u all the happiness and success in the future too!!!! sorry I’m starting to sound redundant and this got so long, I think I said most of what I wanted to say at the start and throughout that list lol, but AHHH I LOVE U AND I LOVE THE END AND I LOVE ALL UR FICS <333

Holy shit, anon. You wrote me a whole bible and i- i loVE IT!! I am so honoured that you thought so much of my story to write and rave this much about it. I am so speechless and honoured and in awe.

first off, I'm glad you thought it was a banger cause I definitely wanted to leave off with one. I'm glad you gave it a chance and that you liked it even if these kinds of ot7 fics aren't up your alley. secondly, thank you for walking me though your thought processes and highlighting certain sections/dialogue. specific feedback like that is actually the most helpful since it points out what in particular was good. It also allows me to experience the story all over again :') thirdly, it's very nice to hear that my writing has improved since I think my writing skills was pretty garbage when I first started hahahaa that being said, it makes me very happy to know that people cherish my stories as much as I do. it's definitely a pleasure to write for readers like you :')

June 23rd is indeed my official anniversary date! there's definitely a lot of parallels - not only in the story itself, but in real life and from other fics (ie the cameos) haha. also nice catch!! I don't think anyone's mentioned the directions thing yet but jin was definitely telling some white lies to get with OC hahhaha I also want to say it makes me soo happy that you ship the two characters together cause that's what all romance writers aim for!! :D

To answer your question btw, OC never told Jin that she knew the future or how Jin's ghost came to her until after the accident and he wakes up. so the moment he wakes up in the hospital (right before the epilogue), he knows she knows. so they're both caught up to speed essentially.

Anyway, thank you so much. This all really means a lot, so thank you for reading <3

#happy to hear you're a fan of Sugar and Coffee too!!#cause that series is my shit hahaha #Jimlings

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