#I cant think of anything else to tag so-- bye!! :)

[marcelineuntitled]

fanart for The Great Miyagi Prefectural Cherry Blossom Viewing by @kings-highway (on ao3)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

[stadindays]

I might never post my art ever again

I’ve been doing an art class and I’m actually horrible. I’m reconsidering even doing art ever in my life again, and definitely thinking of just never doing an art class ever again. I knew I couldn’t do realistic before, but I’m pretty sure that if I show my art to anyone ever again I’m going to be seen as really bad and immature. I wasn’t thinking of pursuing an art career before but now I’m sure that I show never show people my artwork ever again, just mine so I can get rid of it at anytime without question. I don’t even want to identify as an artist.

I know that this might make people not want to follow me now, but I really don’t care. I’ll have my old posts up just because people have already seen it, but I’m most likely not going to ever post art related content again.

[nbclover]

teehee

[my-ch3mical-ang3l]

intro <3

hesitant alien gifs by @beanzbyartificalmeans

Hi!! u can call me Axl, Zero, lolo, Jon, or Corey (or literally anything like call me egg idgaf) (yes I collect online names like Pokemon cards let me live)

im 13, my pronouns are she/they/he/it, im genderfluid and bisexual!

my pinterest (shit kicked me out so I ain't on there no more💔)

Oc/au/future fanfic blog side blog is @axl-gets-creative,

mcr ecosystem blog is @mcr-as-dumb-lil-sillys

mcr ask blog is @get-your-revenge

certified victorian gay twink, girlboygenderfuckersomething, and cunt dracula 🗣️🗣️

im caninekin, felinekin (questioning otherhearted ok those tho) and vampirekin! also kinda species flux

I also age regress and age dream a little bit!

my current hyperfixation is my chemical romance so i post a lot abt them lol, my side fixations r nu metal n stranger things!

bands/singers i fw: nirvana, mcr, gnr, melanie martinez (I know she has controversy but I just like her music pls spare me mercy), marina, lana del rey, limp bizkit, korn, slipknot, tv girl, gerard way, frank iero, smashing pumpkins, olivia rodrigo, hole, soad, ptv, p!atd, fob, finn wolfhard (solo work), dove cameron, david bowie, kittie, the beatles, calpurnia, the aubreys, jack off jill, mitski, leathermouth, pencey prep, weezer, and prolly like WAYYYYYY more i cant think of rn lol

other fandom im in/interests i have: raggedy ann and andy, stranger things, unholyverse (haven't finished reading yet bc I tooka break but I'll lock in and continue it one day I swear), the true lives of the fabulous kiljoys (comics), wednesday (Netflix series), the addams family in general, aerial acrobatics, dance, singing, art, and more prolly i cant remember

my quotev acc is "PARTY POISON" but im not on there much lol

Slightly important stuff below 👩‍🦲

DNI? Never heard of her, I block whoever I don't like so if u a creep think before interacting :)

BYI: if ur saying smth that u think could be taken the wrong way pls use tone tags!

DNF: porn blogs, any of those "gofundme" blogs, any hate blogs, main blogs with side blogs of the previous factors etc,

Any asks I get that I either find offensive, don't know how to answer, don't want to answer, or asks for donations will get deleted or ignored, but if ur someone who's chill and I don't answer ur ask don't take it personally! ^^

I have no shame, I will like anything I like idgaf if it's wrong I'm never shutting my likes off 💥 (edit: so I have shut my likes off...)

things to know: i frequently make suggestive posts and reblogs! This includes gore, posts with sexual themes, etc! I cuss a lot too

Rudeness and hate is not tolerated on this blog, if you don't like something or have a difference in opinion, whether it's with me or someone else on this blog, please keep it to yourself and stay respectful. Thx!

and i think that should be it, if theres any thing else u think is suggestive or needs to be listed here pls tell me! <3

Ok bye 👅

[abimee]

if you dont know my name is rylan im 23 years old (turning 24 next month on the 11th) im from wisconsin and im white im agender im a lesbian and im tall and ugly. im one of those man hating lesbians who wants a beard and a dad bod and to put a gun in my mouth (but only sometimes)

i only love FF14 like its my own fixation and has been for almost 4 years now. but i also love outer wilds and forever kingdom and gestalt. my taste in music is what i think is ''passable'' and i dont watch TV and rarely read comics or see movies.

dont talk to me about undertale and i dont like it when people besides my friends reblog my old utdr art but you are free to do that and i cant stop you

testimonials is people tell me i know a lot of things about things and that im really nice.

my favorite ships are my own wol ones and i also really like ysayle/lyse. i think uriancred is a plague and dont follow/like people who like uriancred. dont ever show me anything with estinien being near a woman.

i like playing ff14 as a scholar omnicrafter this is my child tock <3

uhm what else do people need to know. oh i dont really tag anything like blood or insects so sorry but i can never keep track of those things so people with any specific triggers probably should not follow me. i have triggers myself but i just hermit myself on the internet to never see them so i dont follow back close to anybody

im really easy to get to know though you just actually bhave to communicate with me oldschool because i refuse to openly flaunt my discord name for people to randomly send friend requests to. join my server for ff14 if you want

I LOVE DAWNTRAIL AND I <3 HERMES thats its. bye

[chuusgunxoxo]

That was clearly and obviously not support!

and also

DO NOT CROP STOLEN ART OF NICHOLE POINTING A GUN AT KYLE YOU ARE CRING

YOU ARE EMBARRASING YOURSELF

and your tag that you put die ALSO

I made that weird picture of nichole shooting kyle btw😭🙏 i made it as a rush on my phone because i couldnt draw men okay just accept that ask someone else not me cus i genuinely cant draw men💔💔 also yea it wasnt support lol

Like okay thanks for saying im embarrasing myself when no one else even found it cringe or embarrasing just u i think the post has like zero notes i dont remember but like so yea literally no one cared abt it only you are right now💔💔💔

also that die tag doesnt mean anything look closer at my account the die tag has been there since likely my first south park post

Also yes im embarrasing myself i guess if thats what u want (the art is not stolen give me another ask if i want the speedpaint (honestlyjust call it speededit that wasnt art anyway its an edit) of it idk)

Also i wrote even longer back cus im bored and its funny ok thanks bye

[silly-cuties]

intro post !

i am 18 and from boston, ma (though i dont go outside much...)

call me rara, please dont use pronouns! my name is enough

most of my posts will be products from small businesses i found! i will try to link everything i can so you can support them!

reblogs will be anything cute :)

my tags!

#rarus (posts by me)

#finds (things linked to their shops)

#barbie instinct (kind of like if dhmis was nice? i suppose?)

#romanticizing life

#crafts ummmm i cant think of anything else :3 bye bye!!

divider from here

[feeling--pink]

Listen Star Wars special Candace is amazing and I love her so I did outfits!! Also a long form explanation of what the heck I’m doing because it’s been a while!! :)

1. Imperial Candace

Not much to say about this design, just her in her stormtrooper outfit!

Btw I just want to mention how great of a job they did simplifying the stormtrooper outfit!!!

Oh and bun because military hairstyles and at this point, she’s more uptight (obviously)

2. Inbetween Candace (This is specifically for after Phineas Saves her!!)

Basically, I thought she’d want to get rid of anything that she thinks could’ve led to her fall

So that includes:

The knee pad shin guard because less friction for the slide The midsection because I don’t think she could bend to pull herself up when she fell The gloves and the little weird hand armor because less grip She would have ditched her shoes too but decided against it because walking around with no shoes seemed worse

then she obviously lost her helmet in the fall which would single her out so the other armor I got rid of was for sneaking purpose

shoulders so she could stick her head around corners without the bright white also sticking out That entire arm because I forgot to draw the armor ummm anyways-

Also, do you see that blaster? Took me FOREVER you should look at it and appreciate it because I’m never drawing a gun ever again

Oh and bun came loose into a braid because hair progression is obvious and therefore I like it :)

3. Rebel Candace

Okay just to get it out of the way!! Yes I find the plain tatooine/padawan shirts (maybe they’re just…. Shirts) that they have them at the end of the special boring!!!!!

Yes I also think they wore those for a bit before getting actual outfits but I digress

Anyways I modeled this outfit after Captain Panaka’s (because I’m replaying Lego Star Wars the complete saga and was trying to find inspiration from that and we only got through the first 5 chapters I didn’t have much to go on y’all)

And I think it could symbolize a return to the past where she wasn’t brainwashed by the empire

But also not a return to HER past (aka tatooine clothes) because it seems like she was unhappy on tatooine and left for a reason

I say this because of her “oh THIS planet” bit Also how “you can see exotic worlds across the galaxy” is a part of the chorus Also also Phineas and Ferb are SO into Tatooine and that might be because of Linda and Lawrence wanting to keep them close or something idk

Also finally hair down!! Mostly- because Star Wars usually doesn’t have the hair ALL the way down even when it’s down and she probably wants to keep it out of her face

Also she had slightly wavy hair in aya and I do think everyone’s a bit older than they were portrayed in the episode

Other details include cool boots with better grip!! Every Star Wars character deserves cool boots :)

Also I know her hands are behind her back (I didn’t want to draw any more hands) but she definitely doesn’t have gloves!!

I think that’s it!! :)

[new-xkit-discussion]

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[rionah]

cream latte, cuz i love you a latte.

IN WHICH you fall for the girl who’s often behind the scenes.

sae-byeok x fem! reader

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you fussed through your phone standing at the front gates of the middle school, the college you attended held a week long program of which students would assist the people who worked there for extra credits.

attendance was optional and at first, you didn’t intend to go. but your friend mi-nyeo made a big enough deal about it to convince you to tag along.

now, the two of you WERE going to attend together. but that was until she called you last minute to say she couldnt make it.

“Are you kidding me?!? Come on i only came because you said you’d go!”

jumbled up words of whining came through the other line, you rolled your eyes at her.

→ ��I KNOWW! lOOK my stupid co-worker just got sick and they called me in to cover his shift last minute and-”

“i think we both know you aren’t THAT kind to cover for someone elses shift..”

→ “okay wow thank you so much for that”

“was it that hot co-worker guy you were talking about before?”

→ “you- *cough* yeah what about it”

rolling your eyes at her through the phone, you sighed in defeat and succumbed to the inevitable.

“whatever you simping ass, be sure to attend tomorrow tho or else i’ll stop letting you borrow my notes.”

words of retaliation were spewed before she muttered something through the phone.

→ “your bisexual ass is gonna thank me..”

“what?”

→ “nothing! BYE”

the phone call ended before you could speak, shaking your head at mi-nyeo’s actions you shrugged it off and made your way to the classroom where the program was to take place.

apart of you wanted to ditch and just go home, but you felt too bad because, well. children.

there were a only about 2 other people and students in the classroom you were appointed, the teacher then introduced you to the kids before leaving to have you get to know each other.

all you had to do was get along with the kids, look after them, get them comfortable with you, and maybe teach them afew basic lessons, it seemed easy enough right? its basically just babysitting.

wrong, you just remembered that you didn’t know shit about getting along with kids.

approaching a group of energetic boys who were messing around with each other on their seats, you bent down alittle and made an attempt to have a conversation with them.

“hey there, my name’s y/n you guys look like you’re having fun mind if i join you?”

a boy stopped to look at you and stood there silently judging you. the way he didn’t say anything for a good five minutes got really intolerable.

your smile strained and you were about to say something, but the kid started laughing at you.

“HAHAHHAHA you cant! you’re a girl! girls are gross!”

he then took off turning away to his friends.

you scrunched your nose in annoyance at the boy, how rude of him. were kids always this anoyying? and damn i guess even kids could be sexist.

looking around to maybe find another kid to try and get along with, you spotted a little boy sitting alone at a seat by the door.

the boy had a bandaid on his left cheek, his head was lowered as he occasionally peeked out the window as if he were waiting for someone.

having felt that he was lonely, you walked towards his direction.

“hey there, are you okay?”

he lifted his head at you and said nothing, only shaking you off and peering out of the window. assuming that he was just shy, you took the empty seat infront of him and tried again.

“are you waiting for someone?”

the boy only nodded his head at you. goddamn now you felt nervous. maybe you really shouldve gone back home.

“um.. name, whats you’re name?”

turning his head towards you, it seemed like he noticed how awkward you were. and to give you the benefit of the doubt, he answered.

“…cheol. kang cheol.”

the kid tilted his head at you in amusement when you visibly perked up when he answered.

“thats a really manly name!”

“yeah.. people say that alot..”

remembering that you had some candy in your pocket, you brightened and offered some to him. you doubted that you would get along with these kids through a conversation.

so you were determined to bribe him into liking you.

“here have some candy, but dont tell anyone i gave it to you.”

skeptically looking at your extended hand, he eyed the candy before refusing it.

“my sister told me to not take things from strangers..”

“im still a stranger??!”

actually yes you were lmao.

“oh sorry, im y/n. there you know my name, were not strangers anymore right?”

tilting his head at you, he mumbled.

“i dont think it works like that.. youre weird…”

“hey! Im trying!”

he couldn’t help but let out a meek laugh, he didn’t know if you were weird or funny. but seeing you try so hard was funny to him.

sighing in defeat a smile made its way onto your face, i mean atleast he laughed right? eyes diverting to the bandaid on his face, you asked subconsciously.

“what happened to your face? you aren’t getting into any trouble are you?”

cheol casted his gaze down for a bit and hesitated to answer, you mentally scolded yourself for asking the question because what if it was personal???? damn did you just trigger a bad memory-

“i just fell, what are you doing here?”

“i- uh”

you got ditched by your simp of a friend and now you feel obligated to be here laugh out loud.

“oh, you know.. to be a good influence haha”

“you dont look like you wanna be here tho..”

“do i??”

“yeah.”

why is this kid so curt?? you didn’t feel like you were talking to a grade schooler at all.

“you said that out loud y’know..”

“oh- oH im sorry”

falling back in your seat you groaned, you had no idea what to do and frankly enough you started regretting attending.

lazily reaching into your pocket and poping a candy into your mouth, you offered him a piece once again. this time, he accepted your offer.

“oh hey does this mean im not a stranger anymore?”

“i guess so..”

another silence fell over the two of you, at this point you’ve given up talking to the kid. the two of you kinda just sat there watching everyone else do whatever.

nothing especially worth mentioning occurred for the past few minutes, that was until cheol caught a glint of something in your backpack.

“what’s that?”

raising your head up at him, you realized that he was pointing at the keychain that hung on the zipper of your bag.

“oh this? it’s a souvenir from jeju island.”

“you’ve gone to jeju island?”

your heart softened at the noticeable glint in his eyes. the boy looked at you eagerly as you unclipped it from your bag to have you take a closer look.

“yeah i have, it’s really pretty. have you been there too?”

“no I haven’t, but my sister talked about it before.. we saw it on TV and i wanna take her there someday..”

fuck that was so cute you could die.

thinking for a bit, you snapped your fingers after remembering something.

tapping the side of his desk, you reached for something in your bag before sliding another spare key chain towards his direction. the boy lifted his head up at you in confusion and all you could do was smile at him.

“you can have that for yourself and give this one to your sister. i’ve got a bit of a stash at home anyways.”

he looked up at you in fascination with a look that said ‘really?’ he shyly nodded his head at you after you gave him a thumbs up in confirmation.

shortly after that, the classroom door creeked open. only for you to be met with a tall and might i add GORGEOUS woman.

cheol’s mood seemed to brighten up even more after the lady came in, a ghost of a smile came across her face as he got up to great her.

“nuna, look at this. the girl over there gave them to me.”

he said, extending his opened palm towards her as she slightly bent down to inspect the little trinket.

“whats this?”

“they’re from jeju island, the nice girl gave them to me.”

you were bestowed upon a brain error when she came in, but the way she turned her head towards your direction after cheol pointed towards you?? dear lord is she trying to kill you? and you’ve only just met too.

the pretty lady was taken aback before she walked towards your direction, extending her hand and mumbling from beneath her breath.

“thanks for looking after my brother.”

snapping yourself out of your momentary daze, you took her hand and nodded maybe a bit too eagerly.

“oh its not a problem, he’s a good kid. but anyways, are you here to discuss something with his teacher? im afraid that were having a program right now but I’m sure she’ll be back soon”

shaking her head to the side, the girl crossed her arms and responded.

“no i’m here for the program.. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen you around at campus too..? your name’s y/n right?”

oh fuck wait why didn’t you know that a girl as pretty as her was attending the same college as you?? and what she knows your name? she pays attention to you?

“huh? oh- i’m sorry I dont remember aha..”

“you don’t remember your name..?”

waving your hand around in realization of the misunderstanding, you sheepishly apologized to her. dagnabit her attractiveness is getting to your head and now you’re embarrassing your self.

ah, the pains of being weak for pretty people.

“oh nonono i mean- yes im y/n i just don’t recall seeing you… ahahahahahaha”

man you wanted someone to drop from the skies above and slap you.

“its fine, i’m kang sae-byeok.”

“sae-byeok..? oh thats right! i’ve heard mi-nyeo talk about you from time to time”

she scrunched her nose at the mention of the girl, her hand making its way to the back of her nape and rubbing it sheepishly.

“did she.. say anything weird?”

“oh no, she didn’t. i can reassure you on that… i think”

a small sigh was heard from beside the two of you, cheol crossed his arms and grabbed onto sae-byeok’s wrist.

“you’re suppose to be assistant teachers, i dont even know why you signed up for this you suck at talking to people”

“cheol. shut up.”

all you could do was watch in amusement as the stone faced girl’s demeanor faltered for a second as she was dragged away by her brother.

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this is part one i kinda wanna make a series

[erenisms]

prologue

NODUS TOLLENS : n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

you're staying in utgard for a few months to keep watch of your cousin who has tendencies of being utterly destructive and has the audacity to be proud of it. you're surprised to find out that hange already has a babysitter; levi ackerman.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: modern au, fluff, angst

CH. 00: uncle says.

masterlist. | you. | levi. | next.

You had to cut your chat with your friends as your Zoom meeting comes near. But instead of having a few minutes for yourself before having to act professional, your home telephone rings. You took out the wireless telephone with a sigh and put it on speaker, already knowing who's on the other line.

“Hey, uncle. Is something the matter?” You ask, mindlessly sorting through the random folders on your coffee table.

“No, no!” The old man dismisses. “I just called again to tell you that I've already notified Hange about your visit. She's ecstatic about the news! She said she can't wait to see you again.”

They. Hange uses they.

“Yeah. Me, too, uncle. I'm sure we'll have a lot to catch up on.” You try to hide the annoyance in your voice that your cousin's own father can't even acknowledge his child's own pronouns.

“Huh? I thought I'm only supposed to check in about how they–” You emphasized. “–are doing with their clinic on Utgard?

“Ah, well– there's that, too, of course.” He trails off. “But it would really be great if you can encourage my daughter to come back so she can take over the hospital, you know? I'm sure she doesn't know what she was thinking when she refused!”

Your uncle laughs as though his child is truly crazy. You're surprised to know that Hange didn't want to manage the hospital even if they have a passion for medicine. You frown.

“I'll try. No promises though.” You boringly agree. “By the way, can I have Hange's number? I think I lost it a couple years ago.”

“Of course, of course! You'll need contact. I'll email it to you right away.”

“Thanks, uncle. Um, I have to go. I have an online meeting in ten minutes. Is there anything else?”

“That's all, child. I'll just call again when something comes up. Thank you again, [Name], I really appreciate it!”

“No problem. It's not a big deal. Talk to you again soon, bye.” You end the call without waiting for your uncle's reply, you have a conference to attend after all.

ღ

way overdue so ill double update today– if tumblr cooperates w me, that is. it's been messing w me since last week :/

likes and reblogs are really appreciated :)

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- love, zari

[thr-333]

Drastic Measures- Part 5

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Sweater~

Shoves romance to the side and shoves friendship in your face!!!

Ao3

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“Marinette,” Adrien whines as she opens the curtain the second they get back, “Sleep,”

“Just a minute, I want to design Damian something,” Marinette takes up residence at the desk, throwing open her sketchbook, “I will be friends with him!”

“Wasn't he kind of a jerk to you?” Adrien flops onto the bed, Plagg rig after him, "I think we should go back to that point, maybe sleep on it,"

“You were a jerk too~” Marinette sing-songs finishing up a rough sketch of a sweater.

“I was trying to get the gum off your seat!” Adrien slams his hands down.

“Sure you were~”

“Mariiiiiii,” Adrien collapses back into the bed covers, muffling his whining.

“Come on you,” Marinette collects her sketchbook, “Come get material with me,”

“No, it’s time to sleep,”

“It’s midday,”

“Your point?”

"Ok, Plagg 2.0 should I get you some camembert while I'm out too?"

"I'm up!" Adrien sits bolt upright, "Never call me that again,"

Marinette ends up dragging Adrien out of the mansion he pouts as Alfred delivers them into the city she thanks him profusely.

“We were just in the city why didn’t you pick up fabric then?” Adrien walks by her side down the street.

“Because I’m stuck between 2 concepts and I need to see the fabric before going forward,” Marinette bounces along looking through the windows there are quite a few craft shops in the area which suits her just fine.

“Please don’t run off,” Adrien gently holds her sleeve, “Marinette this city…”

“It’s filled with a dark energy,” Marinette agrees, even in this nicer area had something ominous hanging over it, “It’s like it’s seeped into the city’s very bones,”

“And the Akuma aren’t helping things,” A child across the street starts crying and they both instinctively lookout.

“On the plus side at least hawkmoth doesn't send Akuma after every little thing,” Marinette forces herself to relax, moving on as the kids parents comfort them.

“On the downside, he sends them after emotions that are a lot worse,” Adrien follows along into a store as Marinette filters through the shelves.

“Maybe but we can handle this,” Marinette absent-mindedly raises her fist, meeting Adreins, “Do you think I should make something for everyone, you know as a thank you?”

“I haven't gotten them anything,” Adrien takes the armful of fabric Marinette passes him as she brings out her sketchbook to select old designs.

“I’ll handle the making,” Marinette ticks off a vest she thinks with be perfect for Bruce, “And you handle the finances,”

“I stole my father's credit card,” Adrien says with a grin, “He’ll probably find out where I am soon anyway so might as well start using it,”

“In that case,” Marinette pulls out a roll of incredibly expensive fabric, “We also need new phones,”

“And we should go out for lunch,”

“Get our hair done?” Marinette adds, looking at her half hacked off hair “I still need to fix mine from this,”

“I was thinking our room could use a chair?”

“And the bookshelf is looking a bit empty,”

“A nice expensive rug would really liven up the room,”

“Would it be completely inappropriate to get a motorcycle?”

“Yes,” Adrien agrees, “Let's do it,”

They stop to get new phones first, having destroyed their old ones when they ran away. Adrien finds the most expensive restaurant in town, but it's on the far end so they stop to get a motorcycle first.

“I didn’t know you could ride,” Adrien gestures for the waiter in their private room, “Yes can I please have the duck?”

“My Nona taught me,” Marinette sips at the most expensive drink she can legally buy, “I thought you hated duck?”

“Oh I do,” Adrien grins, which drops when his phone starts ringing, “How did he even get this number?”

Marinette looks over his shoulder to see Gabriel trying to call. Adrien purposefully hangs up rolling his eyes.

“We should go do our hair next,” Adrien leans over the table with a manic grin, ”I was thinking of dying it hot pink,”

“Love the concept,” Marinette cringes at the very thought, “But the execution is flawed, you need to dye it a color you actually like not one just to spite your father otherwise he's still just controlling your life, just in a different way,”

“You're right,” Adrien sighs leaning back examining his blonde locks, “What do you think?”

“A nice pastel or cherry blossom pink would look amazing,” Adrien perks up at the suggestion he can still keep the pink, “Actually I might do that too- oh wait! Will that affect our transformation?”

“Not unless you really want to deep down,” Tikki explains, her and Plagg gorging themselves on expensive cheese and treats.

“Well deep down I really don't want to give away our identities like this,”

“It’s a plan then,” Adrien smiles, “Now do you want to order anything else?”

“Thanks but I’m full,”

“What's that got to do with anything?”

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 “Looks great Nette,” Adrien gives her a side hug, the hairdresser shooing him away while he does the final touch-ups.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?” Marinette smiles at the new and improved shock of pink hair.

“Well obviously I look fabulous, but you look great too,” Marinette rolls her eyes at him looking back in the mirror. Instead of evening out her hair, they had made it look like her little episode was actually intentional giving it nice layers and even doing an undercut on the other side. Unlike Adrien, she didn't go all pink, instead the tips being white ombre up to pink and then her natural hair color.

“Thanks, you have to send a picture of your hair to Nino he's more invested in your teenage rebellion than you are, he’s probably also hurt you left him out of the running away part,”

“He has suggested, more than once, running away together,”

“Why what's wrong with Nino's family?”

“Nothing at all,” Adrien quickly covers, “I think he just really wanted me to run away, his mum offered to pack us lunches,”

“Well, maybe we could have used the turtle,” Marinette sighs, “But I could do that to Nino, you already had to leave Kagami behind, have you given her a call yet?”

“Oh um, about that-" Adrien points at her tapping his chin thoughtfully, "Never mention it again,”

“Adrien,” Marinette scowls, “Call your girlfriend,”

“She’ll kill me,” Adrien hides partly behind a seat looking meek, “Also you don't get to lecture me, you haven't called your parents,”

“That's different,” Marinette groans sinking into the seat, only to get told off for moving, “They’ll want me to come home, how am I supposed to explain that I can’t,”

“They’re your parents,” Adrien stresses, “I’m sure they’ll be happy enough to know your ok,”

“Maybe,” Marinette hums, the cloth being removed from her shoulders letting her get up, “I just feel so bad for putting them through this,”

“Maybe one day they’ll understand,” Adrien walks with her to the front to pay.

“Maybe,” Marinette looks down at the bill, “Wow this is a lot more expensive than the usual dye job,”

Made sense because they were in the higher income distinct of the city.

“Why Marinette,” Adrien grins swiping the card, “That's the point,”

Ten minutes later they were laughing as calls kept pouring in one after the other. They are only interrupted when they get the distinct feeling of an Akuma.

“Duty calls,” Adrien sighs putting his phone on silent.

“Seems so, at least we can call out skills multiple times," Marinette walks casually into an alley with him, “What are you up to?”

“About three,” Adrien shrugs transforming, “It takes about double the time for the transformation to drop now,”

“Same, wish I could say that gives us the edge but really it only keeps us from falling off the cliff,” Marinette also transforms, her new costume bringing a smile to her face.

“How eloquent my lady,” Marinette playfully pushes him, Chat catches himself catapulting over the building, she quickly follows behind.

The Akuma is standard, Marinette guesses the akumatized item is the wrist watch. The problem comes with their recurring thorn in her side.

“Ladybug-”

“Get out of the city,” She cuts Batman off, “Yeah, yeah let us handle this first,”

Marinette throws her yoyo out just in time to deflect an attack headed at Chat.

“Do you need any help?” Robin asks, Marinette smiles, partly at the aghast face Batman makes.

“Do you think you could tag-team it with me?” She asks formulating a plan, with the extra help she might not need the lucky charm, “Make your attacks big and draw his attention, grab the wristwatch if you can,”

“On it,” Robin gives her a nod jumping into the fray, Ladybug doesn't give batman a chance to object running after.

Robin does a good job they work in perfect sync falling back when the other moves to make an attack. When the Akuma focuses on them too much Chat swoops in and gets their attention giving them the chance to swipe at the wristwatch. It goes on she sees Robin get thrown back after another failed swipe at the wristwatch. Ladybug takes the chance to move forward grabbing for the wrist, she isn't watching out for the other arm, the impact hitting and sending her flying back.

“I got you,” Her momentum is stopped by a hand bracing at her back, saving her from crashing into the adjacent building.

“Thanks, Robin,” He helps steady her as she finds her footing again, “I’ll move in you follow me up,”

“No need,” He smirks brandishing the watch.

“You did it,” Ladybug beams, taking the watch and smashing it to the ground, “Great job!”

“Ah, thanks,” Ladybug doesn't pay attention to how Robin brushes, focusing on purifying the Akuma and fixing the damage.

“We made a pretty good team,” Ladybug turns to Robin when everything is settled, “Pound it,”

Robin meets her fist with some hesitance, which disappears when she smiles at him again.

“Ladybug!” Batman yells heading their way.

“Ops sorry,” Ladybug cringes, “Sorry! Cant stop gotta go, bye bye!”

They run from the scene faster than Batman can hope to catch them. They end up back at her newly brought bike stacked with fabric and protected by a bit of luck. Marinette races home to make everyone's gifts, knowing just who she wanted to start with.

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 “There you are!” Marinette exclaims, having spent the past half hour searching the manor for him.

“What do you want?” Damian snaps as if he wasn't just playing with the cat on the floor half a second ago.

“Nothing, I made something for you~” He continues to scowl but Marinette doesn't let it discourage her, “Here, I didn’t know your size so I made a baggier style, do you like it?”

Damian takes the sweater holding it up to where she put it on him looking down a little shocked. Marinette almost wants to laugh at the expressions trying to shift back from awe to disinterest, it’s cute. She smiles wondering what his face would look like if she made a matching one for the cat, and maybe Titus too.

“.... It’s well made,” Damian eventually allows, folding it over his arm, Marinette notices how his fingers linger on the soft fabric.

“Good to know,” She smiles, bidding him goodbye before the moment can be ruined. She bounces down the hall humming to herself.

“Someone's happy,” Tikki flies out of her bag.

“He liked it, why wouldn't I be happy?”

“Someones really happy,”

“Stop it Tikki,” Marinette giggles, making the kwami laugh in turn.

“Just like adrien~” Tikki sing songs floating down the hall ahead of her.

“Well then, keep Kagami far away from this one,”

“Don’t turn into a stuttering mess and we have a deal,” Tikki agrees.

“Please Tikki I’m not thirteen anymore,” Marinette brushes her off, ready to go make the others gifts, if she spent the whole time humming to herself Tikki wasn't going to explain why to Adrien.

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Saved by the Devil (12/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: One week before Epsom you or tommy can get your minds off one another

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (romantic)

A/N: sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter. this semester is just killing me. i really hate online school dude. oh and fair warning i did not proof read this so there might be mistakes please be forgiving towards them. Hope you enjoy and have a fantastic night.

One week before Epsom. A lot was going through your head as time seem to go faster and faster. Tommy hadn’t called you or seen you since you were last in Birmingham.

‘Probably busy with May’ you thought to yourself. You rolled your eyes as you recount her giggles and flirtatious behavior.

 “What was that?” Trinity asks. You almost forgot she was in the same room as you. You almost forgot you were in her house. Giving her the last of what you needed for when you were ready to runaway from the country.

 “Sorry, just thinking.” You say, going back to sipping your tea.

 “Okay, is there anything else I need to worry about or hide for you.”

 “Well hopefully I wont need to have so many fake ids, and I can get a legitimate one.” You say sighing.

 “Hows that going?”

 “Its going.” You say, though you weren’t really sure if helping Thomas Shelby ensured you for what you wanted. Its why you had a backup plan. You always did.

 “When are you leaving, (Y/n)?” Trinty asks.

 “next Friday hopefully.”

 Trinitys eyes almost pop out of their socket. “That soon?!”

 You nod. Right after Epsom you were gone. You needed to make quick moves and this one seemed the quickest and smartest. You were starting to recognize faces on trains and buses. Men were following you. You didn’t know who these men were and why they casually followed you places but it helped you make an important decision that it was time to leave. And soon.

 “What are you gonna do about Thomas Shelby?”

 “What about him?”

 She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

 “No.” You say.

 “oh cmon, you want him a little bit at least.”

 “Not even.” You lie.

“Oh cmon he calls you and you rush to him like a puppy and vice versa. Ada told me that when she called him when you were missing he dropped everything to help you, even rushed over himself.” She says

 “Trinity please drop it. Hes just someone good to have around.”

 “Yea he is.” She says suggestively.

 “No.” You say but the two of you end up giggling at Trinity’s antics as you enjoy the rest of your afternoon.

  Thomas Shelby stares across at the empty seat that not too long ago held a sitting Grace. It felt like years since he had seen her. And he thought that the same emotions from before, from every other time he saw her would brew back up and he’d be in love with her again. But as she talked about America and her new husband all he could see was the woman who betrayed him and his family. She left, nothing happened between them, though it easily could have. He sits and thinks about the woman in his life. He thinks about Greta how he held her hand as he died, Grace the way she had made him smile for the first time in years and then broke hi heart as if it was the first time ever, May who was charming but he knew he would never talk to her after (seeing as he was only using her). And there was you. No amount of words can describe you accurately. They wouldn’t do you justice. Tommy smiles as he recalls the last time he saw you. The flustered look as he said the word ‘date’ as you left the pub. Polly had demanded answers on what he was doing with you. Which he calmly replied, “Business pol, don’t worry about it.” He saw the tension between the two of you when he had walked in. He knew that polly would grow to love and trust you the more she got to know you. You were just that type of person.

Without thinking he picks up the phone, calling adas house. Lucky for him, its you that picks up.

“hello?”

“(Y/n).”

“Mr.Shelby. Are you calling for Ada?”

“No, I was calling for you. How do you feel about Charlie Chaplin?”

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 It was only two hours ago when you had gotten back from Trinitys when the phone rang in you and Adas shared house. You picked up naturally not expecting to hear the sweet deep voice of Thomas Shelby. He had invited you out, which you accepted without thinking.  He had picked you up in a car after telling you to dress nice which you did finding a dress you never worn. It was a lovely shade of green. A pity for it to go waste.

You kept telling yourself its just business as you applied a bit of lipstick to your lips. Its just business you think as you rush down the stairs when you see his car pull up in front. Its just business you think as you open the door and see him standing there looking amazing.

 “You look exquisite.” He says And a thought sneaks up through the cracks of your mind, ‘its not just business.’

When the two of you arrive at the party, the two of you have a grand time as you mingle with famous people and eat little appetizers on plates. You ignore the drinks and the bar not wanting to get drunk.

 “Would you care for a dance?” He asks you. The two of you were sat at a table when a slow song comes on and all the couples rush to the floor.

 “I’m afraid to say that I’m not much of a dancer.” You say embarrassed by your lack of skill.

 “Im sure we can remedy that with some practice.” He smiles, taking your hand and leading you away. And you cant help but follow entranced by the way he guides you and holds you gently. The music is lovely and awfully romantic. You look everywhere else but his eyes. Knowing that you’d just end up lost within them. You watch the couples dancing, wondering which ones were in love or not. You stumble a bit as you attempt to not step on his toes. You do a good job at following his lead although you’re incredibly stiff.

 “Hey, are you okay?” Thomas voice breaks you from your thoughts. You lock eyes a time seems to stop. For a moment you think he’s gonna kiss you.

 He continues speaking, “C’mon lets get out of here.”

 The two of you head back to tommys, the silence comfortable. Though you didn’t have anything to drink, you feel drunk off his presence. You wish  now that you have talked to Trinity or Ada about your conflicting feelings because at this moment as you sit down again on his couch you had no idea how to act.

 “So Epsom…are you ready?” He says

 “As ready as ill ever be.”

 “You’ll be there right?”

 “Of course. I said I would.”

 Another smile falls on to his face as he moves to his vinyl, playing a record that was on it. He holds hi hand out again like at the party.

 “What are you doing?” You ask

 “Asking to dance, do you not want the practice.”

 You smirk and grab his hand. He pulls you in closer than before. His hand resting on your hip and his other hand intertwined with your hand. Again you try to look away from him but then fingers guide your chin to his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He says.

And you do. And for a moment you feel this gravitational pull. You see him lean forward; you close your eyes. And then…

 RING the phone rings terribly through the apartment,

 “Fuck,” he mutters the edge of his lips barely brushing over yours, he leans back, “stay right here.” He leaves to pick up the phone.

 You take a deep shaky breath as he leave you standing by yourself. You hear him pick up the phone and quietly talk into the receiver end of it. You sit down on the couch replaying what just happened in your head. Your heart beats fast against your skin and you know no doubt that your flustered as can be. You sit to catch your breath and hopefully steady your beating heart.

 Two small knocks on the door. You think to get Tommy but he sounds aggravated you decide to not bother him. You open the door yourself revealing a beautiful blond woman. You blink confused of what she could want, she looks at you equally confused.

 “Hi is tommy here,” her Irish accent is clear as day, “You know what never mind that I just need to get something real quick.”

She pushes pass you and goes immediately to the couch digging her hand through the cushions. She pulls out a ring and sighs in relief.

 “Imagine going home without this.” She says to you.

 “Im sorry I-“  You  finally find the words to speak but she interrupts you.

 “Its okay he probably didn’t tell you. Im grace. I was here a couple hours ago. he’s always been one to move on fast.” She says with a tone of disapproval as she looks up and down at you.

 “Did you meet Chaplin? Hes one of my favorite actors.” Grace continues.

 You feel scrutinized under her gaze. She walks past you with a smile. She knows her words cut you deep even if you don’t show it.

 “Tell Tommy I said bye. Enjoy your time.” And then she’s gone.

 You stand in the same spot by the door. You finally met grace. The one he was with a year ago. The one he named his horse after, the one he kept unopened letters, the one he didn’t like talking about. She was here and she was beautiful. Were you just a second choice for him? And easy get since he couldn’t have what he wanted?

 “(y/n) why are you standing by the door?” you hear tommys voice from behind you.

 “I think I should go home,” Before he can ask why, you answer that question, “Grace came by.”

 “(y/n)..”

 “No this is good before we do something stupid, right?” You say trying to laugh it off, though on the inside your hurting.

 “Lets talk about this..”

 “Mr. Shelby we’re both drunk and not thinking clearly”

 “You haven’t been drinking all night and I’m as sober as I’ve ever been.”

 You shake your head, “Why did you bring me out tonight? Was it cause she said no?”

 “I-I” For the first time Thomas Shelby was at a loss for words.

 You sigh, “Ill see you at Epsom, Mr.Shelby”

 And then you left.

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“Say that you wanna be with me too.” JAS AND BUCKY

I have no idea what this is I’m sorry. I wanted to make it longer and set it during THAT episode of fatws but it didn’t make sense to me to do it, even as an au because apparently I am very fussy when it comes to Jas and Bucky 🙄

(also the picture is not what happens in the prompt i just like is lol)

(featuring a surprise cameo by mr steven rogers because my mind cant process that he might possibly be and is most probably the D word) this prompt is unnecessarily long i apologise

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Pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head, Jas kept hold of the brightly wrapped present and nudged the car door closed with her hip. She heard more than saw the kids playing somewhere over beside the cabin, and she made her way over to place the box in her hands on the table that was already crammed full of gifts.

Pepper had clearly gone all out and so had everyone else, trying to overcompensate for Tony not being around. It was Morgan’s first birthday without him, and Pepper had opted to invite everyone around instead of the two of them spending it alone, trying to distract her daughter with gifts and friends and games so she didn’t dwell too much on the fact that her father would never be at another one of her birthday parties.

“It’s about time you got here.”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m terrible at gift wrapping so I stopped by my aunt’s place so she could make it look pretty for me,” Jas patted the top of the gift and sent Sam a grateful smile as she took the bottle of water he handed to her.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, peering at the gift tag. “What’d we get her?”

Jas blinked. “We?”

“Me, you, and Bucky.”

“I’m sorry, was this supposed to be from all of us?” Jas’ brow furrowed in confusion. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m the one who hauled my ass all over New York looking for the perfect present for baby Stark, and I don’t recall you or Bucky giving me any money for it.”

Sam groaned loudly. “Come on, Jas. I’ve been busy. I’ve been on a mission.”

“Yes, I know,” Jas nodded her head. “I was with you. I still made time to go shopping for a six year old’s birthday party. You’re terrible! Bucky didn’t get her anything, either?”

“It’s Bucky,” Sam shrugged his shoulders as though that was enough of an explanation and Jas rolled her eyes, lifting her hand to wave at Pepper, who wiggled her fingers in return before rushing back inside the cabin.

“Jasmine!”

Jas turned at the sound of her voice, grinning when she saw Morgan running towards her and crouching down just in time to catch the little girl as she flung herself forwards. “Hey birthday girl! Are you having a good day? Your mom’s done a lot, huh?”

“There are so many cupcakes,” Morgan’s eyes went wide. “Too many to even count! I tried. Did you bring me a present?” she asked curiously.

“I did!” Jas laughed, turning around just in time to see Sam inconspicuously adding his own name to the bottom of the gift tag. “It’s from Sam, too, and Bucky. But you’re not allowed to open it until your mom says so, okay? I think we’re doing gifts later.”

“I know,” Morgan sighed. “She let me open one, though! Well…” she paused thoughtfully. “Clint snuck it to me and told me to open it before anyone saw. He got me a bow and arrow set and Lila is going to teach me how to use it, and Bruce got me a chemistry set so I can learn how to help him in his lab and stuff like my daddy did, and- did you know Bucky can pick me and Nate up with only one arm?”

“He can, huh?” Jas raised her eyebrows. “That’s awesome! Sounds like you’re having a great day, kiddo.”

“Yeah,” she paused again, biting down on her lip. “I’m going to go back to play with Nate, now. Bye Jasmine, bye Sam! Thank you for coming!” she called, sending a wave over her shoulder as she took off running towards the other kids.

“Good thing she got her manners from her mom,” Sam snorted.

“Hmm,” Jas hummed, a soft smile on her face. “Don’t think I didn’t see you adding your name on the gift tag. You add Bucky’s, too? You better had or he’ll feel like shit for not getting her anything. Where is he, by the way?”

“Sitting down by the kids with Steve.”

Jas almost choked on the sip of water she’d just taken and Sam slapped her hard on the back. “Steve?” she squealed, coughing and wiping at her mouth. “Steve, Steve? Steve Rogers, Steve?”

“You know another Steve who’d be here?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows.

“Steve is here and you give me a poxy bottle of water? Dammit, Sam! I need something stronger,” she groaned softly, screwing the lid back on to her water and, spotting the cooler sitting on the grass by the corner of the cabin, she made her way over to it and reached for a beer at the exact same time someone else did. Looking up as her hand connected with someone else’s, she mer a pair of familiar blue eyes and couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “Hey, Buck! I hear you’ve been keeping Morgan and Nate entertained with your impressive strength,” she raised an eyebrow, unscrewing the cap off her beer and taking a long sip. “Have you been here long?” she asked, but Bucky didn’t reply.

Instead, he grabbed two bottles out of the cooler and straightened up, looking between Jas and Sam before sending her a tight smile and turning to walk back in the direction he’d come from, disappearing around the side of the cabin. Jas turned to Sam in bewilderment.

“What was that about?” she asked, but Sam avoided her gaze as he lifted his bottle to his lips. “Sam? He’s been ignoring me for days. What’s wrong with him, did I do something? I know you know something.”

Sighing, Sam ran a hand over his face. “Look, I don’t wanna get involved in whatever it is the two of you have got going on-”

“What?” Jas interrupted. “There’s nothing going on. What are you talking about?”

“Awfully quick on the defence there, James,” Sam smirked. “...I told him I wouldn’t say anything, and I’m not going to, but do you really not know what you did?” he asked, rolling his eyes when Jas shook her head. “Think back a bit. Day before we flew home, you were talking to your auntie. About Steve. About how they could never really replace Captain America, because he was irreplaceable.”

“Yeah…?” Jas trailer off in confusion. “But, I’m right. They can’t? They tried, and look how well it worked out. They’ll never find anyone like Steve.”

“They’ll never find anyone like Steve, or you’ll never find anyone like Steve?” Sam questioned, smirking when Jas’ face paled slightly.

“That- that’s what he- is that what Bucky thinks I meant?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That is not what I meant.”

“I know.”

“And- did you tell Bucky that isn’t what I meant?”

“I tried,” Sam shrugged. “S’not me he needs to hear it from. I’m not the one he’s got a thing for.”

“Shut up, he does not have a thing for me,” Jas grumbled, shoving at Sam’s face and feeling her cheeks heat up as he cackled beside her. “Sam!”

“What? You’re both too good at avoiding what’s been happening between you for months now and I, for one, am sick of it,” Sam pointed at himself. “I’m the one who has to sit in planes and in cramped apartments and shit with the pair of you and honestly? I’m done. I’m tired of it. We’re at a kids birthday party and the sexual tension between the pair of you is so unhealthy-”

“Sam!” Jas repeated, shoving at him again. “We don’t- that is not- there is none of that tension between us.”

Sam scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t want Barnes to bend you over and-”

“SAM!” Jas shrieked, darting forwards and covering his mouth with her hand, her whole face turning red when she saw the looks Clint, Pepper, and Laura were throwing her. “Jesus, I- okay. Alright. So what if I do? He’s never made a move, has he? So this whole thing is probably just all in your head.”

“If you’re waiting for him to make the first move then you’re gonna be waiting a hell of a long time, baby. He thinks you’re still hung up on Cap and he’s also a 106 year old emotionally constipated ex-assassin. You’re gonna have to be the one who moves in first, or it’s never gonna happen,” Sam told her gently, reaching forwards and taking her drink out of her hand. “You can start by telling him he got it wrong when you said Steve was irreplaceable. Maybe drop in a little ‘Sam was right and you should listen to him more’, maybe make my life a little easier in future.”

Jas paused, chewing on her bottom lip as nerves filled her stomach. This was not how she had envisioned today going. She’d been expecting a lot of laughs, maybe some tears because she hadn’t been out here since Tony’s funeral, good food and lots of drinks, and now she was seriously contemplating dragging Bucky - her best friend - away from everyone so she could apologise for a misunderstanding that had left him brooding for the last five days. She moaned, pulling her sunglasses off her head and running a hand through her hair.

“I can’t just go talk to him,” she whispered. “He’s… He‘s with Steve. I haven’t seen Steve since… everything. It’s rude if I just go and drag Bucky away from an old man-”

“Either you drag him away or I do. I’ll come with you, I’ll keep Steve occupied and you go talk to Bucky. I am literally being your wingman.”

“Living up to your name.”

“Shut the hell up and get your annoying ass over to your equally annoying boyfriend,” Sam snorted, turning her round and pushing her towards where he knew Bucky and Steve were sitting together. Jas let out a squeak and reached behind her to swat his hands away, laughed as she turned the corner and saw Bucky sat beside Steve on a bench in the shade, watching Morgan run around with some of her friends.

Steve spotted her first and he sent a small, unsure wave. Jas smiled softly in reply and tucked her hair behind her ears, her sunglasses perched atop her head again as she came to a stop in front of them.

“Uhm, hi. Bucky, can I talk to you for a second?”

He looked up, squinting against the sunlight. “Sure.”

“Uh,” Jas glanced at Steve. “In private, maybe?”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m just in the middle of talking to Steve.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, Buck,” Steve looked between the two of them, a somewhat knowing look on his face. “You should go with Jas.”

“But-”

“I’ll sit with Gramps, don’t worry about it man,” Sam clapped Steve on the shoulder, not-so-subtly nudging Bucky out of his seat and forcing him to stand up. Huffing, Bucky placed his beer down on the grass and gestured towards the cabin. Jas nodded her head and followed after him, turning to shoot a glare in Sam’s direction when he called a quick “good luck!” after them.

Following Bucky inside, Jas glanced around the cabin, her eyes lingering on the picture above the fireplace, a selfie that Tony has clearly taken of himself, Pepper, and Morgan. Clearing her throat, Jas blinked rapidly as she tried to keep any tears from falling and ignored the way Bucky was watching her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, you know, it’s just…” she waved a hand towards the picture and Bucky followed her gaze, frowning as he nodded his head.

“We don’t have to stay in here,” he told her. “We can- come on,” he pointed towards the kitchen and Jas trailed after him, coming to a stop by the breakfast bar as Bucky against the worktop opposite her, his arms crossed over his chest. “So uh, you wanna talk?”

“Yeah, I- listen, I didn’t- what I said, about Steve being irreplaceable?” Jas began meekly, and Bucky screwed his eyes shut as he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I’m gonna kill Wilson’ under his breath. “I think you took it the wrong way.”

“Jasmine, it’s- I- it doesn’t matter-”

“No it does!” she insisted quickly. “It does matter, Buck, because I didn’t mean it the way you think I mean it, and I don’t want you to think that I don’t- I didn’t mean that you’re not…” she paused, trailing off nervously. “You know you’re important to me, right? And I guess I don’t want you to think that there isn’t room in you for life because of my past with Steve, because that’s not what I meant.”

Bucky’s whole face was screwed up, his expression something Jas couldn’t decipher and she almost groaned when she realised he was obviously annoyed by something she had just said.

“You think I want to be a replacement?” Bucky asked carefully. “You think I want to take Steve’s place in your life?”

“No! I mean, I… I don’t know?” Jas replied meekly. “Maybe? I thought you were-”

“I want my own place in your life, Jasmine,” he cut in. “I don’t have any intention of being a replacement for anyone, especially not Steve. I know I could never replace him,” he gestured towards the kitchen window, where they could see Steve and Sam both sat outside of. The two men quickly looked away and Bucky rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose at his friends making it painfully obvious they were listening in. “I see Steve never learned how to be subtle in his old age.”

“Nope,” Jas bit back a smirk and Bucky sighed, grabbing hold of her arm and leading her away from the window. “Look, I thought maybe we - you and I - I thought that maybe there was something happening? That there was something here between us. Am I wrong?” he asked cautiously. “Tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll stop. I can just be your friend, I don’t need or expect anything else from you, not even your friendship if that’s something you don’t want-”

“…Bucky-”

“I want to be with you, Jasmine,” he admitted, his voice low and his cheeks a little bit pink. “I do. I have for a really long time. And if you say that you wanna be with me too, then great! I can take you out on dates, we can get to know each other beyond friendship. But if you don’t? That’s okay, too. Whatever you decide. I just need to know where I stand,” Bucky kept his gaze on her, his heart thumping so loudly in his chest he was sure Jas would be able to hear it. When she didn’t say anything, his stomach sank and he frowned. “Okay, that’s fine, we can forget that I said anything and-”

“No, wait!” Jas gasped, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he began to turn away from her. She tugged him back towards her, standing on her toes and quickly pressing her lips to his. It was a quick kiss, over in a few seconds, and Bucky had barely had time to respond to it before Jas was dropped back down on her toes and clearing her throat awkwardly, her face red. “Sorry, I… I was processing. I’d really like to go on dates with you, Bucky.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “Good. That’s… That‘s good. I’d like that.”

“Bucky.”

“Yeah?”

“You gonna kiss me or am I gonna be the one doing all the heavy lifting in this relationship?” Jas raised an eyebrow and Bucky chuckled, slipping an arm around her and pulling her towards him. He leaned in closer to her, before freezing and looking at her with a furrowed brow. “What is it, Barnes? Did you change your mind already?”

“You don’t still have feelings for Steve, do you?”

“No!” Jas pulled a face. “Bucky. He’s old. Like really old.”

“So am I!”

“Yeah but he looks old.”

“Wow, never had you down for the shallow type, Jasmine.”

She groaned. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Okay,” Bucky hummed, finally closing the gap between them and doing as she asked.

Outside, Sam beamed as he peered through the window before he held his hand out to Steve, who sighed and begrudgingly shoved $20 into his waiting palm.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you talking to her, Sam,” Steve grumbled. “You hustled an old man.”

“Yeah,” Sam smiled widely, stuffing the money into the pocket of his jeans. “I did.”

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