#trash sketch but I was really in the mood

[whisperingvoids]

A study in scarlett - pt 2: The poor commander is having his usual day again.  Also I really wanted to draw a used-coffee-cup pyramid tower in the little time I had to draw Part 1

[justdeich]

Oh boy oh boy overblot refs w @inquisiteur37

So Deich's overblot is based on Oswald the lucky rabbit + the blot from epic mickey.

Ver.2

If anyone interested oc info can be found here

Under the cut is me rambling abt overbloting and oc stuff I tried to put as much epic mickey refs as I could

I decided to mix them together because in the early concepts Oswald was supposed to be the main villain but it got changed and the blot got used instead. But in the game Oswald is still "kinda" a villain. Don't hit me I haven't played the game. I will. When epic mickey refurbished will come out.

The main reason for Deich's overblot would be jealousy and feeling useless/not being good enough???

Who wouldn't be sad. ya got transported to unknown place, get treated like trash and then, your friend seems to be adapting better than you. Look at them living life, new friends, new adventures, popularity, what fun.

And there's you. Didn't people forget that you gotta get home?? HELLO?? (Only in 7th chapter we really start to find info on how to get home soooo) You thought your friend will be there with you but no. They left you. For something better. But then you try to be as positive as they are, but you fail, you try to be helpful, it never works out, you try to regain control, but they seem.. to forget about you.. you were never enough. You don't belong. Never did.

Ya dont really wanna tell how you feel so not to bring the mood down..they seem.. so happy.. without you.. maybe its for the better...so it becomes a "habit" to just hide everything away and don't bring it up. You always managed to hide everything and be just fine. Just keep it up and you'll get through. What a "lucky habit" to have huh.

What great life they have huh. Do I get a chance to be a part of it?

Why does it hurt.. it hurts it hurts IT HURTS!! JUST MAKE IT STOP

I wanted Deich's overblot to be more destructive, to the body I mean. Deich been holding her feelings for a while. (i wanna make overblot happen in the 5th chapter. Or somewhere in that time period. For... romantic reasons..hehehe) ( Oswald trapping the blot reference) I think hiding singhs of ovebloting can lead up to some consequences.

Hiding symptoms of overblot may include: ink vomiting, hallucinations, body tremors- and maybe smth else, idk, need to think abt it.

Eee just sketches don't mind itttt it's baddd

Deich would get fully consumed by the fantom, (phantom blot. Get it?) like forcibly getting dragged. (Like how the blot takes away mickeys gang) Ya know, blot dripping, huge puddles of ink pooling everywhere.

The more you get corrupted by the blot the more sanity you loose? Right? I had this scene in mind where you're at the worst stage of blot but still try to communicate in a way, but the more you try to speak the more tortured you sound. Ink like acid running your vocal cords as more of it spills out, body tired from the amount of blot that covers your body but you still try to reach out.

[harunayuuka2060]

The prisoners: ...

MC: Eh? Why are you all quiet? *laughs* Aren't we all teammates here, hm?

The lady guard: Why do you keep coming here, huh? Tch.

MC: Why are you asking like it was my fault? *smiles* You police officers kept bringing me here when you are being incompetent.

The lady guard: *points her stick at them* Watch your mouth.

MC: Ooh~ Okay, my sweet lady. Be careful with your date later, okay?

MC: You might end up in a dumpster.

The lady guard: ...

The lady guard: What did you say?

MC: I'm just saying... *whispers* I see your head in a pile of trash. What you're going to meet later is a psychopath.

The lady guard: ...

The lady guard: *walks out in a sour mood*

MC: *whistles, then looks at the other prisoners*

MC: Who wants a reading while I'm here?

*none of them wants to make eye contact*

MC: Oh come on! It might be good! Hehe~

The prisoner: *who has a tattoo all over his body*

The prisoner: Me. I want to know what mine is.

MC: *looks at him up and down*

MC: Hmm... Boring.

The prisoner: What?

MC: *dissatisfied* You'll have a normal life. Have a new wife and kids and... you'll die of old age.

MC: *clicks tongue* Seriously. I didn't expect something like that still exist.

The prisoner: *tears up* So... I still have a chance in life?

MC: Ugh... *looks at him disgustingly*

The prisoner: *crying* Thank you... Thank you... *bowing his head as they walked off*

The judge: MC, have a seat.

MC: What's up, Your Honor?

The judge: I'm doing great.

MC: *laughs* Oh, really?

The judge: ...

The judge: *sigh* MC, do you... see the future?

MC: Yes. Yes, I do.

The judge: ...

The judge: I have a son who's gone missing. Can you tell me where he is?

MC: Oh... *clicks tongue* You haven't found him? *gives her a sympathetic face*

The judge: Please, MC. I just want to see him. If you help me right now, I'm going to give you an immunity. No one can arrest you. And no one will dare to hurt you.

MC: Eh, not quite a charming offer, but okay.

MC: Do you have a pen and a paper?

The judge: Here.

MC: *writes an address and a sketch of a place*

The judge: What is that?

MC: *looks at her and smiles* You'll see your son here. Well, maybe a part of him. Good news is, you just need to look around and you can collect his parts. You know, like fixing a puzzle.

The judge: *her expression can't be painted*

The judge: H-He's dead?

MC: Of course! What did you expect?

Barbatos: *looks at MC disappointingly from his portal*

Diavolo: Barbatos? You look quite upset.

Barbatos: *sigh* Yes. I'm just disappointed I created this heartless being.

Diavolo: *goes to watch from his portal*

The judge: *crying after seeing her son and MC proving their prediction right*

The judge: Who did this to my son?!!

MC: *eats some popcorn* *finds the situation amusing*

MC: You wanna know who?

The judge: *looks at them*

MC: It's your second husband.

The judge: ...

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: Oh. They're um...

Barbatos: You don't need to hold back, young master.

Diavolo: Okay. They're more of a demon than any of us here.

Barbatos: *sigh again* They will be one of us soon. *then walks away*

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: Then maybe just give them a longer life?

[dtorrieee]

★Not so careless ★

˚✧Kaveh x reader༉‧₊

↪sypnosis: You had a big fight with Kaveh. You guys haven't talked for weeks since then. You decided to talk things out with him. Which.. ended up bad?

↪note: I apologize if there's any mistakes. Just a reminder, this is just for fun. Enjoy <3

(also in here, you're also his roommate other than Alhaitham)

༉:Angst, some curse words, comforting, etc.

It was a long tiring day and your classes just ended. Your mood was already sour when you stepped into the dorm, and not even expecting Kaveh to be home yet.

However, there he was.

Kaveh was in the living room, pencils and sketches scattered on the table. You two had a (petty) fight and been ignoring each other for weeks now. It really wasn’t anyone’s fault other than both of your pride. Maybe it’s time to break the ice between you two— or maybe not.

You sighed and walked to the kitchen. You made a cup of coffee and put it on his table and spoke

"Dont stay up all night, you'll get sick and tired"

You turned back and was about to leave

It had been weeks since you both even exchange a simple word. He was almost in disbelief when he heard your voice, his eyes widen as he turned around and saw you right in his face.

“And what are you? My mom?”

Kaveh asks, raising his eyebrow as he stares at you, the tone had an edge, an insult to his ego.

You rolled your eyes.

"If i was your mom I'd abort you and kill myself"

It took moments for the words to register into Kaveh's mind. It was a lot to take in and his jaw almost dropped into the floor. And then the anger starts to kick in.

You’ve just crossed his limits, and he immediately lost his cool. Instead of backing down, he threw any sense of logic in the trash out the window—

He threw the cup of boiling hot coffee into your face.

Your eyes widened as the coffee landed on your face. It burned your face. Your eyes started to tear up. You didn't look at him in the eye and ran to your room, slamming the door.

He's breathing heavy, his whole body’s shaking. The fight just happened in a split second and he can’t believe what he has just done. He was about to follow you into your room when your door slammed in his face. He got back to the living room and sat down on his chair, still shaking from the coffee and the fight—

'I really just messed up.'

He thought.

the next day, Kaveh saw you with your school bag on your shoulder. You were about to leave the dorm, when he saw half of your face are red because of the burning from yesterday.

He was horrified. How could he been so stupid to throw the coffee like that? It just came out of nowhere,

He ran up to you,

“Wait!”

and he immediately grabbed a wet cloth,

“Here,”

He told you as he wiped your burned face off. His hands were still shaky and his voice almost cracked.

You took the cloth and threw it on the ground and glared at him

"I tried being nice. But instead of a thank you, you kept pushing me away. I tried everything since these past days and you're still so stubborn. And now, i hope you're happy because.. I'm not considering you as someone i know other than a psychotic stranger who lives with me."

“A p-psychotic stranger?"

He asked as his eyes widened.

“I am not some stranger! We have lived for almost two years together now! Who do you think I am? Your enemy?”

He yelled at your face.

"well are you my friend then? Absolutely not. So i guess enemy it is."

You yelled back.

He have never been this angry in his entire life before. Kaveh was usually the one who was hot-headed but now,

He grabbed your shoulders, his fists clenched,

“I am not your enemy,”

He yell at your face,

“I’m not some stranger who moved in with you a week ago, either.”

He took a deep breath and let go of your shoulders. Kaveh was the one who I needed to be calm here, and he has just made a fool of himself.

“I’m sorry.”

He said with a cracked voice.

You scoffed.

"What're you gonna do this time? Throw a knife at my back?"

"Shut up."

He screamed, his entire face is red.

“What do you want me to do? To get on my knees and beg for forgiveness? Is that it?!”

You glared at him.

"i want you to fucking leave me alone. Isn't burning my face enough for you already?!"

“Don’t make me look like the bad guy in all of this!”

He yelled at you.

“I threw the coffee at you because you called me your mother and said you’d abort me and kill yourself. How the hell do you expect me to not be mad?”

He yelled at your face as he pointed his index finger into your face.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you think before you speak or keep your opinions to yourself!”

You rolled your eyes and said:

"am i wrong tho?"

This was his breaking point.

With all the anger and rage in him, his hand swinged so close to your face, almost slapping you, but he immediately froze.

You looked up at him and spoke

"Why'd you stop? Go ahead, slap me. You're scared? Yeah that's what i thought."

You turned back and opened the door, leaving him there standing alone.

He sighed and left to grab his bag.

hours had passed.

When Kaveh got back to the dorm, it was already night. He went to the kitchen and he couldnsee you cooking alone.

He looked away and went into his room without saying a word, and closed the door behind him.

Some time later, when Kaveh was working in his room, there was a light knock. He can hear a soft voice from outside saying..

"I left some food for you on the dining table. Don't forget to eat, I don't want you getting sick."

After that, the voice disappeared.

Kaveh was deep in thought until he heard a sound of knocking on the door. Is he dreaming? he thought to himself. Is this reality? Is y/n really here?

He slowly stood up from his bed, and hesitantly opened the door.

“y/n?”

You scoffed and turned back, completely not in the mood to see his face at the moment.

You were about to leave but he grabbed your arm tightly.

"look. I'm sorry, i-"

Before he could finish, you snatched your arm back and rolled your eyes

"yeah, apologize all you want, i know it won't stop us from arguing everyday."

Your response hurts him.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

He asked you.

"I was really trying my best. But you were never satisfied."

“Can you really not see that it was wrong for you to say all those nasty things to me? Do you really think you can insult and attack me, and I’ll forgive you?”

...

"You were never going to forgive me for anything I do or say..."

He looked away, feeling hopeless and defeated.

You glared at him.

"And do you really think after burning my face with boiling coffe, I'll forgive you?"

He was losing his patience. And all of his guilt turned into anger.

“The coffee was all because of you, your nasty comments and what you’ve said.”

He yell as he grabbed your shoulder again and squeezed it tightly.

You pushed him away and screamed

"then.. just. Shut up and leave me alone goddamit!"

“You know what? Good riddance, you ungrateful brat,”

He was so worked up that his hand formed into a fist, and it landed on your shoulder again. He doesn't care if he hurt you, you deserve it.

“Leave and never come back!”

He yelled.

"its not like I'd care if you go missing!"

He turned back and slammed the door on your face.

'leave and never comeback..'

You thought.

'I see.'

The next day, Kaveh woke up. The dorm felt so empty. He walked around and realised your things wasn't anywhere. He checked your room and it was all empty.

He searched for Alhaitham to ask if he knew anything about you leaving, but he just ignored him. Which, didn't help at all.

He looked around everywhere, yet still not found any clue on where you are. Weeks passed, and he was starting to lose hope.

Until one day..

He was walking back from the market when it started to rain hard. So he decided to take a shelter. As he was sitting under a shelter, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. His eyes widened when he realised it was you, running from the rain, trying to find a shelter. Without realising him, you got into the same shelter as him and sat next to him. You panted from exhaustion and spoke

"e-excuse me. Is it alright if i-"

Before you could finish, you realised the person sitting next to you is Kaveh. Your eyes widened in shock. You stood up and cleared your throat.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave."

You stepped away, but then suddenly felt a hand grabbing you. You looked back and Kaveh said:

"stay.."

You sighed and went back to sit beside him. There was a long silence between you both. There's no sound other than the raindrops around. Finally, Kaveh spoke

"Where'd you go..? You made me worried. It's been weeks, please come back. I.."

He whispered quietly to himself yet you could still hear the sentence.

"i miss you.."

You looked away and answered

"why're you asking me to go back? Aren't you the one who told me to leave? Didn't you say that you couldn't care less if i go missing?"

Kaveh stayed quiet. He held your arms, you could see there was a little bit of tears in his eyes, but you couldn't really tell.

"y/n.. i really wished i didn't said that. And i didn't think you'd take it to heart and actually leave. I do care. I really do care about you, a lot. Please.. come back"

Looking at his pleading and beautiful eyes, oh how could you resist..?

You sighed. Then you smiled at him

"alright. I'll come back"

His eyes lit up in excitement and smiled wide

"really?! You will?! Oh thank God!"

Before you could let out a giggle, he immediately hugged you without thinking twice. You blushed hard, and he immediately let go when he realised what he just did. He cleared his throat.

"e-ehm. I-im sorry, i was too excited."

You giggled and booped his nose

"don't worry, i enjoy feeling your warmt."

You both smiled and talked more while waiting for the rain to stop.

The end.

Woah finally! Took me some time writing this. I hope you enjoyed! And again, sorry if there's any mistakes.(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 12.12.2023

Good news first, I guess, which is that I (sorta) finished Chapter 6. I say "sorta" because the last scene gave me some trouble. I did finally finish it in the sense that it does everything it needs to do narratively, but I feel like I sort of missed the opportunity to make it interesting, primarily in the sense that it features two characters interacting who don't usually interact, and I wanted to make more out of that, but I'm not particularly sure what.

I moved on to the first scene of Chapter 7, and ran into basically more of the same problem. It's also the case that I've got a scene where one character needs to tell some other characters about a thing that happened, but the thing just happened the chapter before. On one hand, I don't want it to feel repetitive to the reader, but on the other hand, I don't necessarily want to do a "then Rukia told them about x, y, z," because the thing that happened was weird as Hell, and I think she wants to be a little selective about what she shares. Just gotta figure out how to thread that needle. Back on the first hand, this is a Bleach fanfic, so maybe flashbacking to a thing that we literally all just saw, moments ago, is simply part of the genre.

The real problem I'm having is that Chapter 1-4 were their own thing, Chapter 5 was the transition from Act I to Act II, Chapter 6 was the beginning of Act II, and now I'm here, in Act II, and I just don't have much of a sense for it, yet. I think I just need to write some stuff and throw it out, or possibly write some scenes out of order until I can get my hands around the form, the truth, and the reason of this stupid story. This is not the part of writing that I like, but it's the part of writing that makes it good, so I guess I gotta do it. It's mildly depressing having to go back to this after the delightful high of Knowing What I Was Writing and Writing It for, like, two entire, magical weeks.

Anyway, all this sounds like I'm in a bad mood but I'm not actually in a bad mood. I am extremely stressed out over general Decemberness, and so I'm trying to just not worry about writing too much for the rest of the month. If I write anything, that's great, and if I don't, it's understandable, I'll get back to it in January.

The end of Chapter 6 marked 18,905 on the Part B doc (55,778 overall), and then there's another 1081 of Chapter 7 written, but I'm honestly not sure if I'm gonna keep it or not. That makes 2,563 for the week, much of which might be trash, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's really weird, because by my projections, I've got about 30k words to go, which feels simultaneously enormous and hardly anything at all. I guess the answer is simply that 30k is enormous when you don't know what you're writing and hardly anything at all when you do. Unfortunately, right now, I feel a lot closer to the first than the second, but intellectually, I think it's not actually as bad as it feels.

In other news, I started a drawing thing last week. Sketch 1 out of 3 (the important one) came out surprisingly well. I really need to get back to work on that.

[grungelovingrat]

Random Yuurivoice Powerpuff Boys HCS

Was in a silly goofy mood (i was bored as shit-) so I came up with some headcanons for Yuuri's powerpuff boys &lt;3

Alphonse:

He constantly rants on and on about how terrible black licorice is but behind closed doors he is om-nomming that shit UP same

He's Bi gender (real)

With that being said he actually wears the top from the boy toy stuff and a skirt quite often (slay king)

He's always wanted some sort of pet (mostly a cat) but the poor boy already has a bit of problems so he's just waiting at this point.

He actually needs glasses, like, needs them.

He is horribly near sighted but he's really stubborn so it took him up to his dilf years to actually wear some damn glasses-

He's a good cook, he's trash at baking and some breakfast but he has mastered other foods

But he still only makes kraft mac-n-cheese-

He has a HUGE squishmellow collection

A lot of them are set near his bed but he puts all his favorites on the bed (but don't tell them that ofc-)

This man 100% has everything you'd ever need for an at-home spa day just on hand all the time.

Like- he has a closet just dedicated to it <3

He played volleyball in middle school thru high-school that's why his ass is so thicc

At first he only played it because his parents wanted him to do a sport for at least a year and volleyball looked the easiest to him

Then he played again

And again

All the way up until he graduated hs

He's really good at it too

His attacks in vb are probably enough to turn someone into a donut- Rengoku?

Seth:

Lemme just say he made fun of Al for playing volleyball just bc-

(He still went to every game)

He was a theater kid you cannot convince me otherwise

He got all the lead roles once he got good

Every single time-

Y'know those little rubber band bracelets you can make? Yeah well he made matching ones for both him and Al when they where kids and he still wears it (Al does too btw)

And if he where to get all the shit he needed he'd make one for you too <3

GOLDEN. RETRIEVER.

I swear he is the definition of a Golden Retriever Boyfriend-

He will do absolutely anything for you babes

Oh, you're feeling too sad and tired to do anything today? Suddenly he slipped and he cleaned the entire house, did all the shopping, AND made you your favorite meal 🤷

Also, c u d d l e s

As I've stated before Seth is little spoon..

But he's also really warm somehow

Like no matter how cold it is outside he's still like a fucking heating pad-

So there's really no need for a blanket w/ him

You can tell when his emotions are heightened bc his accent will begin to slip

(I'm pretty sure that's happened in a lot of the actual videos-)

He's an amazing singer i will not argue with anyone on this-

Finn:

FLUTE HE PLAYS THE FLUTE-

EITHER THE FLUTE OR A CLARINET I'M NOT ARGUING ABT IT-

He really likes playing his instrument, when he's not at his flower shop or in his garden he's playing it

HELP BC ALL I CAN IMAGINE IS THIS MAJESTIC MF JUST SLAYING AWAY ON THE FLUTE AND I DIDNJ JUST- AAA-

He actually doesn't have a favorite flower, if you where to ask him he'd say a new one every time because he likes them all!

Though he thinks Red Spider Lillies are really beautiful to look at

They're not his favorite favorite but still

He has a bunny named 'Marguerite' or 'Maggie'

(This is what she looks like):

He always gets so worried when he has late nights at the shop bc like- what if his baby ran out of food or smth?

He has his attic all cleaned out so he can go up there to read or sketch in the sun/moonlight

Anyways that's all I have!

If you have any story ideas make sure you

A: Check out my pinned post and my acc intro if you haven't already

and B: Leave it in my ask box!!

Love ya <33

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 21: Deck the Halls...or Maybe the Neighbor

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2253

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes:  This story was written for my “Christmas with Captain Swan” collection in 2020.

CS Genre: Enemies to Lovers AU

She was going to kill him.  She was going to drive a stake of holly through his heart or strangle him with a strand of Christmas lights or…well, some other holiday themed method of homicide.

Emma worked hard all day chasing down the scum of the earth and hauling their worthless asses back to jail where they belonged.  Was it really too much to ask that she have a little peace and quiet downtime to relax once she got home.

According to the idiot who lived in the apartment directly above hers, apparently so.  Every damn day since Thanksgiving he’d blared his Christmas music loud enough to wake the ghost of Christmas past.  Sometimes he even enthusiastically belted along with it.  (She had to admit his voice wasn’t half bad, but that was entirely beside the point.)

Emma hissed as she dabbed at the cut beside her eye where tonight’s skip had clocked her.  She’d got him in the end; Emma Swan always got her man, but now that the adrenaline of the chase was over, her cuts and bruises and sore muscles were screaming at her.

And the guy in the apartment above had just started singing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” at the top of his lungs.

Emma growled, tossing the bloody cotton ball into her bathroom trash and getting to her feet.  Enough was enough.  This stopped now.  He could take his merry little Christmas and shove it up his south pole.

Two minutes later, she stood before his apartment.  Pounding on the door felt extremely satisfying if she did say so herself.

The music suddenly stopped, and a moment later the door opened, and for the first time Emma got a glimpse of the man who’d been the bane of her existence for the past two weeks.

Her jaw dropped.  He was drop dead gorgeous, melt-an-entire-population-of-snowmen hot.

“Well hello, there, Love,” he said with an appreciative grin-and in an accent that had her toes curling in her boots.  “How can I help you?”

Emma’s stomach swooped and her heart stuttered and then started racing.  She blinked and the spell was broken.  She wasn’t some teenager who drooled over hot guys.  Especially hot guys that she’d been seriously contemplating murdering five minutes ago.

“If you don’t stop with the Christmas crap, I’m going to punch your stupid, festive face,” she gritted out.

His eyebrows raised.  “Pardon?”

“Your music!” she said.  “Every freaking day, everytime I get home you’re blaring the Christmas music, and it got old about five minutes after you started.  I don’t think it’s too much to ask that I have a little peace and quiet in my own home.”

He huffed a breath.  “Darling, I had no idea anyone was even in the building in the middle of the afternoon.  Did it ever occur to you to come to me and ask me to turn down my music?”

She had to admit he had a point there.  Maybe yelling at him and threatening bodily harm wasn’t the best opening salvo, but it had been a long day, and she was in pain, and she wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable.

“Look, just turn it down,” she said, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

“Your wish is my command,” he said with biting sarcasm, sketching a mock bow.  “Now is there anything else you wish to yell at me about or may I get back to my tasks at hand?”

“Nope.  That’s all,” she said.

“Good,” he said and then tacked on a biting “merry Christmas” before shutting the door in her face.

The next morning, Emma was rather embarrassed about her interaction with Hot Christmas Guy upstairs, as she’d been calling him in her mind.  She’d had a frustrating day–the skip she’d gone after had left his wife and kids just before Christmas, taking every penny of their Christmas fund.  

It hit too close to home for a girl who had grown up with no family, with no one.  Hard to get into the warm and fuzzy Christmas spirit when no one gave a crap about you.

She’d been too harsh with Hot Christmas Guy, but at least the results were in her favor.  He’d been as good as his word, and if he’d continued playing his Christmas music, he’d done it at a low enough volume that she didn’t even hear it.

Emma had only just begun to think she should go upstairs and apologize, when suddenly there was a knock at her door. 

She opened the door to find the man himself, standing there holding a large plate of cookies. Her stomach not only swooped this time; it did cartwheels.  The guy looked even better in the bright light of morning with his slightly disheveled black hair, his reddish scruff, his blue button down that highlighted his even bluer eyes and his black leather jacket.

“I’m afraid we came to rather a bad start, yesterday,” he said.  “Perhaps we might start again, Aye?  My name is Killian Jones, and I’d like to offer you these Christmas cookies as a token of my apology for the excessive volume of my music.”

Emma took a step back and gestured for him to enter her apartment.  “Hey, I’m Emma Swan, and no apology is necessary.  In fact, I kind of think I owe you an apology.  I shouldn’t have just come out swinging like that.”

He smiled at her, the fine lines around his (beautiful) eyes crinkling with the gesture.  “Apology accepted Love.  I’ll leave you to your morning.”

He turned to leave, but suddenly, Emma didn’t want him to go.  “Killian wait!” she said.

Obediently he stopped, eyebrows raised in question.

“Would you like to stay and help me eat these cookies?”

He shot her a skeptical look.  “Dessert at nine in the morning?”

She shrugged.  “Can’t be much more unhealthy than my normal blueberry PopTart.”

Killian laughed then, taking a step back inside.  “Do you at least have milk to wash them down with?”

“Of course.”

Killian ended up staying for two hours, and it amazed Emma how quickly they fell into conversation.  It was like they were old friends catching up rather than relative strangers.  Emma learned that Killian was a novelist.  His music helped him with the creative process, jump started his creativity as it were.

The conversation had then turned to the upcoming holiday.

“Swan, do you not celebrate Christmas?” he’d asked, looking around her apartment.

She shrugged.  “I mean, I guess I do.  I’m not like opposed to Christmas or anything.  Why?”

“I can’t help but notice you have no tree, no decorations of any kind, and your opposition to the music of the season is well established,” he said.

Emma looked around her neat but rather sterile apartment and shrugged.  “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t see the point of going to all that trouble.  I mean, it’s not like I’m going to have any presents under the tree or anyone to share the holiday with.”

She had expected him to look at her with pity at her admission of just how alone she was, but instead, the look on his face was knowing, understanding.  “The holidays are difficult when you’re alone, aren’t they?”

That surprised her.  Was he speaking from personal experience?

“Aye love,” he said, answering her unasked question, “I suspect we have more in common than you might have supposed.  Ever since my brother passed a decade ago, I’ve been on my own.  The holidays always bring with them a special kind of melancholy.”

“But…” she began, “but you play Christmas music.  From the glimpse I got of your apartment yesterday, you have all the decorations and trappings.  Doesn’t that make the loneliness worse?”

He shook his head.  “It helps me to remember the good memories, and there are always good memories if you dig deep enough.”

The conversation stuck with her long after she and Killian had said goodbye and gone their separate ways.  Maybe…maybe he was right.  Maybe if she let a little Christmas cheer into her life, it would help, even in a small part, to soothe the pain of a lifetime of loneliness.

The next morning, bright and early, there was a knock on Emma’s door.  This time she smiled as she went to the door, knowing instinctively that she’d find Killian on the other side.

What she wasn’t expecting was the large, beautiful, fragrant pine tree he was holding in front of him.

“What’s this?” she asked, opening the door wider so that he could awkwardly maneuver himself and the tree inside.

“This, Swan,” he said with a teasing grin, “is called a Christmas tree.  Traditionally people set them up in their houses this time of year and decorate them with lights and colorful baubles.”

She grinned, rolling her eyes at him and playfully swatting his shoulder.  “I know what it is, smart ass.  I’m wondering why you brought it here.”

He propped the tree against the door, and then reached up to scratch at the spot behind his ear.  “I got to thinking after our conversation yesterday.  I wanted to bring you some of the Christmas joy that has helped me through the season for years.  I hope I’ve not overstepped by bringing this.”

Emma smiled gently, stepping up to place a hand on his arm.  “This is really sweet, Killian,” she said.  “Thanks.”

“It was my pleasure,” he said, stepping outside to gather the boxes of lights, ornaments and tinsel he had waiting for him.  “If you’ve the time and inclination, I thought perhaps we could decorate your apartment together.”

She took one of the boxes from him and set it on her living room floor.  “As it turns out, I have the day off, and decorating a tree sounds like the perfect way to pass the time.  If you play your cards right, I might even let you play some Christmas music while we work.”

They’d spent the entire day together, first decorating her tree, then splitting a pizza from the place down the street, talking, laughing, and genuinely enjoying each other’s company.

The next day he was back, and the day after that she went to his apartment.  Barely a day went by that they didn’t see each other.  Each day brought a new holiday themed activity.  

For the first time she could remember, Emma felt the magic of Christmas.  For the first time she woke up looking forward to what the day might bring–and it was all due to Killian Jones.  It should scare her how comfortable she felt with him.  It should scare her how much she was coming to look forward to their time together, to their daily phone calls and text conversations.

But somehow it didn’t.  She could read people; it’s what made her so good at her job.  And Killian?  She read him loud and clear.  He was the real deal.  She could trust him.

And so it was that when the idea occurred to her she didn’t let herself think too hard, merely acted.

“So I was thinking,” she said, turning toward him on the couch where they sat together watching Christmas movies on Christmas eve.

“Dangerous prospect, love,” he said with a teasing grin.  She smacked his shoulder.

“I think that we should spend Christmas together,” she said.

This shouldn’t be that big of a deal–after all, they’d spent the last two weeks together–but somehow it was.  Somehow spending Christmas together felt huge. Like this-could-be-the-start-of-something-life-changing huge.

Killian’s eyes widened.  He clearly understood how momentous this question really was.  After a moment, his look of surprise softened into a gentle smile, and he reached up and cupped her cheek.  “Emma, I’d like nothing better than to spend Christmas with you.”

The relief, the joy that came over her at his answer overwhelmed her, and so she did the only thing that seemed to make sense in the moment.  She leaned forward and kissed him.

On Christmas, they made plans to spend New Years together, and on New Years, they made plans for Valentine’s Day.

And on the following Christmas, Killian got down on one knee and asked her to make plans with him for the rest of their lives.

It seemed only fitting that for their wedding several months later, they play Christmas music.  After all, without the sounds of the season, the beautiful, perfect life they’d built for themselves may never have begun.

NEXT CHAPTER->

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[A4A] Rehabilitating the Community Garden with the Tech Nerd [Nerdy speaker] [Gardener listener] [Awkwardness and insecurity] [New friends]

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Synopsis: The speaker, a lonely tech nerd, is asked to help rehabilitate the community garden. Enthusiastic about the opportunity to make a new friend, the speaker makes new inventions to help out the gardening process. Now, they are ready to show them off.

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TECH NERD:

Hey! Hey, you! I'm here!

(.)

What do you mean, "what's all this?" It's my gardening supplies! This is an automatic weed puller. I invented it myself. Look, you just put this part over the weed, pull the lever, and poof! All gone. And THIS is Eco-friendly pest protection powder. Don’t worry, I researched it thoroughly. It’s perfectly safe.

I also took the liberty of sketching out a potential irrigation plan. Did you read that article I sent you on hydroponics?

(.)

Of course I'm well-prepared. I was... really surprised when you approached me about this project. I'm not – I mean, it's pretty clear I don't exactly have a green thumb. That, and I'm not used to being approached in general. Oh, I'm talking too much, aren't I? Sorry.

(.)

 It's... fine? Huh. Okay. I hope you don't mind if I talk more, then. I hardly get the chance to. I mean, I talk to my lizard and my drones, but that's not the same as talking to people. I'm not so good with people.

(.)

Oh! I almost forgot! La pièce de résistance!

Say hello to the Botanical Bot Model 1.

[Metallic Whir]

This part here holds the seeds. The legs crawl along the dirt like so, and this part lowers to till the land, then it drops seeds behind it as it goes. I attached a solar panel for power, naturally. 

 (.)

Yeah, I painted a face on it to make it look friendly. I know it's a little rough, but I made him - er, it from a fishbowl and spare parts. But check this out - it even doubles as a terrarium!

(.)

Thanks, I spent a lot of time on it. I have a bioactive terrarium at home for my lizard, so I used that as a jumping-off point. Speaking of bioactivity, did you read the article on bioenergy that I sent you? It’s complicated stuff, huh? 

(.)

That's okay! I'll explain it over lunch. I brought some summer veggie gazpacho and grilled cheese.

(.)

Sure, I cook all the time. It's just chemistry, y 'know. Oh, but you probably want to get started, huh? I assume we'll need to clear out all of this trash first.

(.)

As a matter of fact, I do have a gadget for litter. Hold on, it's in the truck. You're going to love this!

[Clunk]

Ta-da!

(.)

It's not-okay, technically it is a trash can with robot arms on wheels, but it's more than that! Here, Put these gloves on.

(.)

Of course it's safe! Now, I'll just drive the bot forward...

[Whir]

Yes, it is a Y Cube controller... Um. Do you play?

(.)

Really? We should play some time! Do you like the Marky Mongoose games?

(.)

Right. right. Stay on task. Heh. Okay, now reach out your hands.

(.)

That's right, you're controlling the arms! Now you can pick up any garbage, no matter how heavy or icky. Well, maybe nothing too heavy, but it's still pretty sturdy. Definitely safer, too. I don't know about you, but I'm not in the mood for a tetanus shot.

(.)

I know, right?! Technology is amazing.

(.)

(Flustered) Oh, you meant me? Thank you! I get it from my parents; they’re both in STEM. My dad is a chemist and my mom is an engineer. I've been a science junkie ever since I was a little kid. This kind of thing just comes naturally to me.

(.)

They're alright. Parents are parents, y 'know. 

(Hesitant) Sometimes I just... wonder if…well. My parents are really smart. Not to brag, they just are. They gave up a lot of opportunities to have me, too. Sometimes when I hear them talk about how much they could've done if they had chosen their careers over me. I'm sure they would've helped a lot of people.

(.)

That's why I study so hard. Don't get me wrong, I love learning, but... I have a responsibility, y' know? I want to do at least the good they would've done if they never had me.

(.)

How so? Seems rational to me.

(.)

That’s not – I mean, technically, that’s true; I don’t owe them anything. But… I still feel bad. 

(.)

No, no, it's fine, I just… Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I just dumped all that on you. Let's change the subject. When is everyone supposed to get here?

(.)

Huh? But I saw you invite at least six other people.

(.)

Guess they were busy, huh? But don't worry! We have the power of technology on our side! It definitely sped up the cleaning process, see? All the litter is gone!

(.)

Yeah, we make a good team. So, what's next? We should probably take care of all of these weeds. Let me get my weed-puller. I'll tell you all about my idea for a hydroponic vertical tomato stand. So, we'll need some old tires...

[TIME SKIP]

Phew, it's getting pretty late. We're going to run out of daylight soon. What do you think? Are you ready to pack it up and turn in?

(.)

We did make good progress, didn't we? Next weekend we can even start planting flowers. I'm partial to daffodils myself. We should plant milkweed to attract pollinators too. Ooh, I hope we get bees. They're so shy and cute!

(.)

Pfft, I am not cute! I'm a total dork.

(.)

Hey, do you have plans after this? There's this new Thai place I've been meaning to try out. Dinner is on me if you're down to go. I can give you a ride home afterwards. You took the bus here, right?

(.)

Great. Let's put everything in the shed and get going. I'm really craving some Khao Soi.

(.)

Ooh, that sounds good, too. Maybe I'll get that.

(.)

Really? I can try yours? Thanks! You're so generous, buddy.

(.)

Y'know, I've had more fun today than I've had in a while... I was a little nervous at first, but I'm glad I decided to take on this project with you.

(.)

I'm looking forward to next weekend, too. I think- I mean, that is to say, I really enjoy spending time with you. Thank you for this opportunity – to make a friend, I mean.

(.)

Alright, enough mushy junk. Let's go get dinner!

END

[deadricslover]

Hey, Lorna!

I just read your Bruce Wayne fic and I wanted to cry it was so cute! I also saw you tagged marvel in your most recent post and was really in the mood for some Bucky Barnes x reader? if you could write about the moment they both knew the were in love with each other that would be amazing!

no worries if not :)

the moment they fell in love

here's my Masterlist!

there is a few Bruce Wayne fics 🤨 which one? I'm kidding L.O.L.

a/n: not my gif! of course I can! this request is so cute >.< This was a really quick write so it's probably shit asf

summary: in the request ^^^ but I did the reader and bucky's moments because I'm just too nice to you all.

age rating: all ages

warnings: pet names, mentions of war. if a water gun is a warning? no use of y/n. fluff. tell me if I missed anything!also, I'm not 100% sure if the timelines are right. idk if Bucky is really that old in that year ect. 😭

pairings: Bucky Barnes X reader

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your moment (1941)

"doll...are you coming?" a familiar male voice says pulling you out of your dream

"oh...yeah. sorry" you reply walking a bit faster to catch up to your best friend of eight short years. you met one hot independence day when Bucky messed up yours and your cousin's hard work. and the rest is history

*flashback*

the sun was belting down onto the whole of New York, outside the faint laughter of children playing in the sun and the odd sizzle of a barbeque could be heard as well as smelt. you were fifteen years old this particular independence day and you were sat on the sidewalk outside your house sketching chalk images on the pavement with your smaller cousin, Ally, who was here with her family for the fourth of July. you had started to come to an end with your drawing of a rainbow when your cousin Ally has asked you to help her finish her drawing of a golden Labrador.

"sure. give me the blue and I'll show you how to draw it" you say dropping the violet chunk that was in your hand, softly taking the red chalk off the little girl sat across from you. as her deep chocolate eyes squinted in the scorching sun, you scooted around the artwork in order to help her. She pays close attention for a few minutes until both of your hard work was ruined all of a sudden. water had come splashing on the two of you, soaking your hair, clothes and chalk creations. you quickly wipe the wetness away from your eyes and face before glancing up angrily to see who created this mess

"you idiot! you ruined her drawings!" you exclaim in an unimpressed, annoyed tone. you could see her mouth dropping and tears starting to form in her big eyes, so you comfort her by wiping the drops off her face and hair with the rim of your shirt that wasn't very dry.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to. it's just that me and my sister were having a water fight and I tried to shoot her but I-" he starts before he gets sadly cut off.

"you splashed us instead!" Ally says says, voice quivering.

"again. I am so sorry. Well, you're soaked now so you might as well join in." he suggests. your eyes flicker to his saturated top with two close buttons lined down the middle from the neck and his sleeves rolled up and buttoned to prevent them slipping.

"what's the game?" you inquire thinking that a water fight may not be the worst idea on a day like this.

"I call it 'soldier splash' name created by me. basically there is one person in the middle and the others have to go and hide behind cars or buildings or trash cans or whatever in the given space. they have to get to the middle and tag the person without being caught and shot by someone else. easy right?" he explains slightly smiling and acting it all out as he describes the game.

"why not?" you say as he holds a hand out to help you get up. you kindly accept his offer as you keep going with your sentence "this doesn't mean you're forgiven though...." you trail off the end of your sentence yearning to know his name.

"James Bucky Barnes. but every calls me bucky" he says keeping your hands locked as he shakes them a small bit.

"right, James" You offer him your name before he uses it in a sentence skipping away slightly throwing you and Ally two waterguns. "ready to loose?"

"oh it's on"

*end of flashback*

"where exactly are we going again?" you inquire curious as to where James could be taking you.

"we are going to get ice cream to bring to your favourite spot so we can watch the sunset" he says throwing an arm around your shoulder whilst still walking. "sound good?" he asks uselessly as he knows the answer already.

"ohhh, yes..sounds so good" you reply dipping your head to rest on his shoulder a bit. you stroll along the cobblestone to your stop at the ice cream parlor, and Bucky orders and pays for the ice cream like the gentleman he is. you thank him and take the cone out of his hands as you start your journey yet again.

once you get to your breezy spot on the coarse sand, you sit down pressed next to James in want of some warmth to stare at the beautiful ombre of colours in the sky in result of the sun setting. The rough feel of his short stubble scratching comfortingly against your forehead, reminding you of your version of home.

He gently and swiftly wraps his left arm around you trying to warm you up when he sees the goosebumps forming on your forearms. His hand starts moving up and down your arm pulling you impossibly closer, instantly warming you up.

"This is the life." he says sighing slightly

"what is? a war being threatened and us completely ignoring the possibility?" you reply laughing slightly which soon becomes contagious and Bucky catches the giggles.

"no. you know what I mean. the perfect place with the perfect snack and the perfect view. with the perfect person" he replies slightly glancing to his left to capture your reaction.

your reaction being a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupting In your tummy and your whole body going numb with side effects of redness in your cheeks and your heart throbbing, soon realising that this feeling is one you haven't felt towards James ever, but you welcomed this feeling with a wide embrace secretly loving the idea of having a near impossible closer relationship with him.

you smile tenderly and whole heartedly at him for a few memorable moments before nestling your head back into its spot on Bucky's shoulder. that was the moment you realised you were irreversibly in love with your best friend.

Bucky's moment (1935)

This birthday was a bit different. But a good different. This was your eighteenth birthday and you knew your mother would go way over the top with this party. not that you were complaining, more presents, a better atmosphere, seeing family members for the first time in years and lots more. Obviously James was coming to your party as he was your best friend and wherever you went, he went too. And your parents knew that so they didn't even need to invite him to this get-together. You had no idea who your mother invited and that scared you. As you were leaving the store you worked at that evening, you spot Bucky out of the corner of your eye leaning against the wall waiting for you to finish. He was fiddling with the rim of the arm of his jacket whilst waiting. A smile appears on your face and you skip up to him catching his attention mimicking the smile on your face.

"gosh, you look older already. are they wrinkles?!" he says stepping closer to you squinting his eyes jokingly.

"yeah I think you've got a few gray hairs there, Barnes" you say right back to him rubbing the side of his face slightly.

"ha.ha. very funny. You look great by the way." he says sarcastically as you both start to walk away

"but really, happy birthday. I got you a little something" he says handing you a little colourful gift bag

"James. you know you didn't have to" a smile appears on your face yet again as you gently take it off him and leave it until later to open as he tells you to do so because apparently he wants it to be special.

"well, I wanted to."

when you get to your house your family can be heard from outside the front door and you are already super excited for this party. Big cheers can be heard from inside the front door and the buzz catches onto Bucky too.

"there you are! you're late" your mum shouts from the kitchen

"sorry work kept me late an-" she cuts you off

"your aunt Barbara has to go soon so we're having cake now!" she exclaims probably more excited for this than you. You sit down on the chair and Bucky follows soon after, placing an arm on your shoulder giving it a small squeeze making you smile at him. Everyone starts singing happy birthday and you just sit there awkwardly listening to the odd pitchy note. You blow out the eighteen candles and claps and cheers can be heard. Your mom goes to the kitchen to cut cake while aunt Barbara kisses everyone goodbye and hands you your present while walking away.

There's only eight people left sitting around on the table including you and Bucky and everyone's chatting and sharing embarrassing stories from when you were younger. This particular one about you in the bath pops up and Bucky is listening in curiously. You try and stop the story from being told as James will use it against you in the future but nothing can stop this from getting out. As you sit there sulking in the chair with a fake pout on your face, James for some strange reason can't seem to take his eyes off you. The smile he sees on your face that's trying not to seep through but failing slightly is pure serotonin to him and he just can't puzzle together why. You start to giggle and join in on the embarrassment when you realise that the story is getting told either way, Bucky sees this and something inside him ignites. He's never felt this with you before and he doesn't know how to feel about it. Is it love? No it can't be. He can't feel this way about you, your his best friend for goodness sake! After a few moments of thought he realises he does really love you. The only thing now is to keep it a secret. Forever.

[ran-orimoto]

Hey sorry if sometimes i seem stalking you but I just like your art. Will you ever draw the Pokemon Au again? With Junzumi? Please keep your work going despite bad people

Stalking??? Figures??? Because you put like to every art of mine?? It’s a great honour for me instead💕! I would be more concerned about this ask being pretty old (a month ago), so I’m the worst, really, but I needed to be in the right mood.

These are the result of a funny conversation I had with my Junzumi tw crew a while ago. We just came up with a Pokeshipping parody for these two and I needed to drown in this trash, so here you have stupid and messy sketches about Izumi wanting to catch some water pokemon for a contest (in Jhoto) and finding some other kind of big fish🤣. Oh ehy, she eats a lot and she’s thin, it’s true but maybe all that food has given her strength in her arms? I want to headcanon she has some strength in there, and that’s a special fishing rod, I think. Let’s say she comes from Altomare, so one of her parents can fish.

As far as concerns Junpei…11-y.o Rich kid is trying going on a journey again after having given up the year before. He’s too scared of thunders, yes, but the issue was that he realized other peers of his had more skill in both Pokemon catches and fights and I suppose he also lost some gym battle and felt extremely useless after that. So yeah, he went back home. Now he’s trying at it again, but he’s still struggling, in this case at catching Pokemon. Bribing them with chocolate doesn’t work, so he tries fishing something but he has got no patience for that.

And….Yeah, he turns himself in a Teddiursa, just like he temporarily turned himself in a grizzly in the series, back when Izumi and him were navigating in a river and he attempted to fish with his bare hands🤣🤣🤣🤣. I love him 🐻

PSA Junpei is a fashion disaster in Pokemon World too. Absolutely.

[twistednuns]

February 2024

Waking up after a dream inspired by the movie Poor Things. Inserting your brain into a younger body. Living in oblivion until one day somebody shows up to break the news to you. That you've lived another lifetime before and you have to be reminded of who you were, what you knew.

Drawing the gorgeous Sharing card, resonating with it right away. The Queen of Fire is designed in my colours and shapes. She is me.

Sketching something. Loving every line.

Eating a thick soup with tiny noodles and semolina dumplings for breakfast.

Jamie Lee Curtis' guest appearance in The Bear. She's almost unrecognizable. Oh, and Olivia Coleman's, too!

Something finally falling into place: I've been searching for a new wallet for a while now and suddenly a memory of my grandma's old Aigner checkbook popped into my head. And it was the perfect solution. What an amazing local brand! I discovered that there is a store nearby and shopping there was quite the experience. I felt very fancy. And they put so much thought into the product design! Perfect little boxes and everything is so elegant. I also got their classic leather belt.

Organising a SingStar evening. I love how easygoing, welcoming and gentle Felix is. Being weird with Robert. And Ben, my boo. We love each other's colours and he really does give the best compliments (he said that I've got such great taste and always look stylish). Cuddles, leveling up our friendship in a way. Being more at ease around each other.

Car conversations with Luna.

A feeling of having leveled up again; I seem to attract abundance (on a material level). But maybe that's just confirmation bias.

Accepting defeat when I was wrong, following advice.

The moonrise. I love how big and yellow the moon seems when it's hanging low over the horizon.

Liquid Love: sliding over/around/under/on top of each other - blindfolded, naked and covered in oil. I loved touching squishy, chubby body parts. Very sensual and immersive. I wasn't really present in the room anymore and tried to feel rather than think. Cuddle puddle afterwards. I got close to Chili and Daniel (whose toe I accidentally hurt before the event and it felt quite healing that he came close to me and initiated touch) and Christian surprised me with his tongue when I wasn't paying attention.

Interesting effects of Kundalini Yoga: waking up crying from a very emotional, nightmare-ish dream. Feeling so heavy, sluggish, overwhelmed, tired. It's not entirely positive but it's so interesting how much energy seems to be moved here?

An ex-student reaching out to me because she needed a letter of recommendation for an international college.

Walking through the forest with C., scouting a treasure hunt route. Keeping calm despite his weird mood. Staying present, observing.

A surprisingly calm museum visit with my class. And when we went to Pinakothek der Moderne I was happy how much fun some of them seemed to have experimenting, talking about art. I found some interesting works by Max Ernst and set the intention come back again soon, alone. Even just the large, empty building with the high ceilings has a soothing effect on me.

Biting into a slice of moist, warm black olive ciabatta.

Cooking actual food with vegetables I had at home and having fruit for dessert instead of getting trash food on the way home after coming home from work in a bad mood. So much more nourishing. I'm proud of myself for realising I have to be the person I want to become. Now.

Peeling off last post-it before the cool colour scheme finally started. Orange, yellow, purple.

Picking up C. from labour court. Meeting his friend Benni who discussed leftist concepts and utopian ideas with me over lunch. I felt really good when I realised that it was easy for me to follow his train of thought and that I'd missed intellectual conversation.

Connecting with C. Spending time together, walking through a furniture design store. Spicy time and a long afternoon nap. Talking about our triggers and therapy experience. I realised how much fear of failure (and success?) I have, how vulnerable my ego is when it comes to art and doing something new. Even just writing an application for a job I'm not officially qualified for scared the shit out of me. Impostor syndrom? C. still wants me to write a page from my imaginary novel for him and all I can think about is why I can't do it. And he suggested that I could study psychology. I'm intrigued and yet... Why is this so hard? What's holing me back?

Staying calm when I had to call roadside assistance twice in one afternoon. My car broke down in the middle of a busy street with three lanes. I simply accepted my fate and asked for help (and that might actually be the lesson I have to learn from all this).

Reaching out to Andrea. Finally meeting Kosta the cat.

A dream: Sarah as Ganesha with a giant elephant trunk. Facial tattoos: red, black and green symbols and ornaments. Massive, moving, heavy. I woke up from an imaginary alarm sound. Did I really dream up an alarm clock? Wow. And just in time for my appointment, too.

New Moon Aquarius promises a career breakthrough for Taureans. Let's hope for the best.

Something very banal: having kitchen roll at home for a change. I took one home when we had too many after a Slutering event and remembered that I could just... wipe something off without worrying about getting the rag dirty and having to wash it! Nice.

One of the best weeks of my life: a Hero's Journey seminar during the spring holidays. Going in with no expectations, receiving everything and more. I learned so much about myself. Activated my emotional side and practised feeling. I appreciate all those people who acted as my mirrors by sharing their vulnerability, being their authentic selves. We supported each other, learned from each other, celebrated each other. I'm thinking about becoming a Gestalt therapist now. It's such a great somatic method. And fun, too.

Cuddles. Conversations. Choking. And massages. / Seriously though, I asked Ralf to show me his Brazilian Jiu Jitsu choke hold and I travelled to another dimension for a few minutes. It got me GO high. On another note: I realised I want to channel my aggression and lust in a healthy way. Perhapy BJJ training is a good option. Let's fight!

My hero outfit. A golden robe. A glitter mask. Starburst earrings. Black wings. So me.

"Boundaries are not the same thing as walls." - such an important insight. I started journalling in German. Automatically. I'm taking off masks, tearing down walls. Perhaps I don't need the protection of a foreign language anymore. I can feel my own cringey words now. I allow myself to be seen without make-up. I try to show up as the person I really am. I won't hold back anymore.

An intuitive painting I made with buttery crayons on kraft paper. Swirly. Like a weird map of a cozy corner somewhere in the Universe.

Stickers from Franzi's friend: Sailor Moon characters fighting the patriarchy and nazis.

I feel so much love for the people in my group, especially Ralf and Teresa of course, but also Franzi, Frank and Feli. The F-gang. And for all the wonderful people in my life. I appreaciate Christian so much. The ideal balance between freedom and support. He expands my horizon in many ways and I love how he naturally includes me in his family life, his friend group. It feels so good to be a part of something. To be included. And at the same time, I'm free to do my own thing. Meet other people, follow my bliss. He actively encourages it.

I'm relaxed and happy. With this new mindset, even teaching feels easier. I'm more gentle with myself. I follow my impulses. I hope this state of being stays with me for a long time.

Ralf. I'm so grateful I met him. He helped me so much with his observation that I need someone to be gentle with me. His daddy energy. His wild playfulness. His Gemini communication mode. I loved that I was able to pay him back with some mum energy when I shipped his dirty laundry off to Jena. I included a heartfelt letter and the Exploding Kittens card game. I felt like a giddy teenager for a whole day when he implied that he's attracted to me too. I really hadn't noticed. We've been talking, flirting, messaging daily for a week now. So far none of us seems to be bored. I'm looking forward to our reunion!

Teresa. What a lovely human being. I connected with her right away. She's so intelligent, shares my passion for language. And she's so warm, empathic, benevolent, supportive. I ended up talking to her about my idea for a career coaching and she went all in right away. We even might work together. And maybe, just maybe, we're gonna record a podcast together. Even if just to amuse our Heroes messenger group.

I learned that I have a guest appearance in a fun song: Ich wollte doch nur knutschen auf der Party / Sie war gut gelaunt und ihr Name war Kathi / Das Netzwerk ging kaputt und ich musste das klären / Und Kathi hat geknutscht, aber leider mit Sören - Knutschen

More music: making a playlist for Teresa's ride home. And Ralf shared Wann strahlst du?. It's grown on me. The lyrics are everything. Highly relevant for my current state: Ich schulde dem Leben das Leuchten in meinen Augen

Acting in a much more loving way with old friends. Supporting them; touching, hugging, praising them.

Knowing the answers to two sports questions at the pub quiz.

Tuning in with my sonic toothbrush. I chanted and hummed, finally harmonized and changed my pitch. It sounded lovely and reminded my of our RAM chants during morning meditation.

Spending time in the "demon cave" with Lian. Playing airplane. Playing hard. We both loved to be wild - C. was not that amused because he wanted to concentrate on his chess app. But I also started being more gentle with the boy, cuddle him. I've got a feeling that he needs both modes.

"Freiheiten werden nicht geschenkt, man muss sie sich nehmen." - a random flyer on a lamppost, right when I walked past it, back to school, recording a voice message about... exactly that. The synchronicities are back! Life feels magical.

An insanely happy and productive day with the help of Yeli's Finest 50. I was so proud of myself because I even did things I'd been putting off for months. It finally felt right to contact Haus der Kunst and ZEIT Sprachen and ask them for an internship. Things are moving. It's happening. It's coming along. Doors are opening.

Meeting my new osteopath for the first time. I enjoyed his healing, intimate touch while we were talking about all my topics. And I love that we have so much in common. He used to be a civil servant to be able to afford his studies, is a voice actor now, has recently travelled to all my favourite places in Mexico. I'm looking forward to my next appointment.

I finally got a big box of passion fruit from the tree I adopted last year. What a fragrant delivery.

Meeting Becky, learning from each other. Enriching and entertaining as usual.

Finally getting my closet in order. Folding everything, donating a few items, clearing out another shelf to have more room for clothes. What took me so long? / Listening to WILLOW's music throughout the process. It's growing on me: I think I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension

Biting into a physalis thinking Life is delicious.

Saturday afternoon at Haus der Kunst with Sash. Walking through freaky environments, taking pictures of each other. Playing in a room full of feathers. Browsing the avantgarde bookstore. I got a postcard of a Hilma af Klint Altar piece.

Watching Lord of the Rings at C.'s place with his friend Jenny. Spicy morning routine, breakfast with his friends. A stopover at a LEGO church. Spending the whole afternoon soaking in warm water at Therme Bad Aibling. Eating the first ice-cream of the year in the sunshine. Cooking dinner together, talking in bed for a long time.

Ralf cancelled his weekend plans and invited me to Jena. We already have tickets for the planetarium. Really looking forward to seeing him! I've loved learning more and more about him in the past few days. We are so similar!

Something very simple but SO pleasurable: boiled potatoes with salt and butter.

Alex Ava taking two ballroom tickets off my hands when I had to change my plans.

[adversitybloomed]

🌸  ┊ letter received from @caracarnn         𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒍'𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 :  ‘✩’ - for college verse

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Rand. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Rand. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Mulan, but this is most likely not going to happen. Who trashes the house? Neither? They are both respectful of each other's belongings. Do either of them get physical? No, unless she manages to convince Rand to train with her. How often do they argue/disagree? pft, they bicker a lot, but it comes from a place of love. but i would say maybe 2-3 times a week. Who is the first to apologise? Mulan, but Rand does come around.

Sex:

Who is on top? RandWho is on the bottom? Mulan Who has the strangest desires? not entirely sure about this question. so neither or both?Any kinks? Some, but again they get to nervous to ask sometimes. Who’s dominant in bed? Rand Is head ever in the equation? Yes. If so, who is better at performing it? Mulan likes to think its Rand, but she enjoys giving it. Ever had sex in public? Yes <- she's mad at me for admitting this Who moans the most? Mulan Who leaves the most marks? Rand Who screams the loudest? Mulan Who is the more experienced of the two? Rand Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Rough or soft? They enjoy both, but they are utterly soft with each other, so it does end up being soft at times. How long do they usually last? Until Rand is done Is protection used? Yes. until they are both ready for kids Does it ever get boring? No Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? the forest.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? They haven't talked about yet, but they both want. Mulan especially so but she isnt sure how to bring it up to Rand. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? She wants a large family, so she doesnt mind a few, but if she had to give a number 2-5 maybe ( as 4 is an unlucky number ) she is okay with more, but it just depends. Who is the favorite parent? Both Who is the authoritative parent? Rand Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Rand Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Mulan Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? both. Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both. Who changes the diapers? Both. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Mulan. Who spends the most time with the children? Both. Who packs their lunch boxes? Rand. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Rand. Who cleans up after the kids? Mulan. Who worries the most? both, but mostly Rand. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Rand.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Mulan Who is the little spoon? Mulan Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? *coughs* both. Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?  Well, Mulan really does like to cuddle and she thinks her touch calms him. plus she likes tracing his dragon tattoos. So her.How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? She could cuddle for ages, Rand is the one who has to move them. Who gives the most kisses? Both. Its mood dependent.What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Sketching each other, horse back riding, playing games, listening to music or practicing music together. Martial Arts practice?Where is their favorite place to cuddle? The couch or bed.Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?  How often do they get time to themselves? It depends, if someone is visiting they try to be respectful, but since they live together a lot.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither, both are quiet sleepers. If both do, who snores the loudest? NeitherDo they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a Bed, eventually when they start going out. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? sleep together, as she likes to curl into him. Who talks in their sleep? Mulan when she has nightmares. What do they wear to bed? Rand Most likely pants and or boxers. She wears a traditional sleeping hanfu or one of his shirts. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Yes. They both are afraid of falling asleep because nightmares. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? No, Mulan is more of a holistic remedies, like tea, then a pill person. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? She wraps her limbs around him, though he holds her. Who wakes up with bed hair? Mulan, girl has a lot of hair. Who wakes up first? ts depending. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Mulan will attempt, it depends on what kitchen they have to cook in, but mostly it would be Rand. What is their favorite sleeping position? hers is to be on her stomach or side curled into him, because his scent calms her. He is nice enough to hold her but it depends on their mindset for the day. Who hogs the sheets? Rand. but to be fair, she hogs him.Do they set an alarm each night? No, well at least she doesnt.Can a television be found in their bedroom? No, she doesnt like it in there as it will distract her. Who has nightmares? Both Who has ridiculous dreams? Mulan Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?  Rand, he's a giant. Who makes the bed?  Mulan, its a morning routine for herWhat time is bed time?  Whenever they are ready to pass out. Or if they want some alone time - Any routines/rituals before bed? She likes to lotion herself up after a bath and take care of her skin. She will also most likely be carried by Rand to go to go to bed mostly because he knows she enjoys it. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Rand.

Work:

Who is the busiest? They can both get pretty busy with school and their employment. Who rakes in the highest income? Rand, as he inherited the families business, but changed it up to make sure profits go to charity. Are any of your muses unemployed? No Who takes the most sick days? Neither Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Neither Who sucks up to their boss? Neither, though Mulan is just nice so she doesnt count it as sucking up. What are their jobs? Both are full time students, but Rand inherits a company that deals in weaponry rand quickly overturns this by changing everything for possibly charities. Mulan is studying computer science, but works part time in a café/restaurant as a waitress for extra income (unless she gets involved with modeling). Who stresses the most? Rand Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? I am unsure if Rand does, but Mulan does not like waitressing as much. She enjoys working with technology though. Are your muses financially stable? Rand is more so, but Mulan saves up a lot because she sends money home.

Home:

Who does the washing? Mulan Who takes out the trash? Rand Who does the ironing? Both Who does the cooking? Rand Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Mulan, those modern stoves are hard >_&lt; Who is messier?  Rand Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither, they both are pretty respectful on this. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Neither, they both clean up. Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither. Who is the prankster around the house? Maybe Mulan, but its usually an easy prank to spot. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Mulan Who mows the lawn? Neither as they are in an apartment for now. Who answers the telephone? Mulan Who does the vacuuming? Both Who does the groceries? Both Who takes the longest to shower? Mulan, but its taking a while in the bath as she relaxes in those. though if she can convince him to join her, its a bit for both. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Mulan because she likes baths.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Sometimes, especially for Mulan as her family isn't the wealthiest. How many cars do they own? One, as mulan doesnt drive. She mostly takes public transportation or hitches a ride with him. Do they own their home or do they rent? Rent. For now.Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Closer to the city because of where their school is. Do they live in the city or in the country?  City for School, but I think both would rather the country. Do they enjoy their surroundings? While she likes the easy access to things, Mulan grew up on a farm like rand did and she would much rather be in nature. What’s their song? Maren Morris, Hozier - The BonesWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? Hang out with friends, work, study and missing each other. Where did they first meet? In China How did they first meet? Rand took a trip to China before the school term started. They met and talked a bit, but it turned out that they were going to be roommates at the same college in the following months. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Rand Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Rand, unless he gets her something then she shows it off because she's over the moon happy. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Rand will worry over Mulan, and she only does it when he is looking to nice - so neither. Any mental issues? Yes for both. Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither. Who kills the spiders around the house? Mulan has done this for her little sister for years, so she doesnt mind. Their favorite place? For her, its with him, can't say for sure for Rand. Who pays the bills? Rand - she tries to help where she can. Do they have any fears for their future? Yes, both do. But she feels more secure because she has complete faith in them. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Rand, though she is the desserts girl and will bake up a storm if he lets her. Who uses up all of the hot water?  NeitherWho’s the tallest? Rand <- is this even a valid question? Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Mulan or Rand, depends on their moods. Who wanders around in their underwear? Rand would likely do this, as she is a bit more modest. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Mulan What do they tease each other about? Height, and trying to put the other in a better mood. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Rand, she buys very inexpensive clothing which gets ripped very easily, until she starts making some money. Do they have mutual friends? Does @luckhissoul count? He is Rand's friend first. But Mulan thinks he is absolutely hilarious. Who crushed first?  Both, but they didnt realize the other returned the feelings. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Mulan doesnt drink, so I dont think so? Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Rand. Who swears the most? Rand.

[trippymoonlight]

An Unorthodox Love Story Pt.2

Within the next couple of days, Oliver had taken Teagan to Ian's house while he worked and moved her into his home. She had been his best friend since kindergarten so why should he not offer his home to her? She even offered to help pay bills and he of course couldn't tell her no the way she looked at him. Deep down he knew he had been in love with her, but he continued to deny it so he wouldn't hurt their friendship. He thought he had loved Aubrey, but the way Teagan made him feel was something else. Something he couldn't explain. They sat side by side watching The Vampire Diaries together. "Was Aubrey your epic love?" She asked looking over at him. "Honestly? No. I won't speak badly about her, because I did love her, but she was not my epic love. I haven't found her yet." He said only partly truthful. He was almost certain that Teagan was his epic love, but he wanted to take it slow with her. She had a rough breakup and he couldn't just throw this at her all of a sudden. "I'm sorry." She spoke softly looking back at the tv. "I'm ordering takeout. What should we have?" He asks. "I'm in the mood for Texas Roadhouse. Can I get the chicken critter meal with mashed potatoes and butter corn on the side?" She smiles. "Sounds wonderful to me." He grins opening the app and placing his order for her chicken and his steak.

As predicted the food arrived twenty minutes after he had placed the order. "Oooh. Can I have some of your steak?" Teagan giggled eyeballing it. "Yeah. Go ahead." He smiled handing her his container for her to get some. "Thank you." She smiles taking a few bites from it before handing it back to Oliver. "Is your food good?" He asked looking over at her as she dipped her chicken tender into her mashed potatoes. "Yes. It's amazing. Thank you." She smiled. "No problem love." He smiled as they turn back to the show still playing on tv. "Sucks you have to work tomorrow. You could have gone shopping with me." She spoke after a moment. "Yeah, sadly I'm not off until Saturday." He sighs softly leaning back against the couch. "It's okay. I can ask Maggie to come with me." She smiled at him as she got comfortable next to him. Oliver admired Maggie. She was only a year older than the pair and she was hardheaded. Honestly, that's why he admired her. She was the type that didn't take any type of bullshit and it rubbed off on Teagan each time she hung out with the older girl.

After dinner, Oliver gathered up their trash taking it to the kitchen to throw away. When he entered the room again he smiled at Teagan who now lay stretched out across the couch snoring softly. He scooped her up carrying her up to her room as he gently laid her down. He went into his studio and sat down with a blank canvas, he began to sketch the outline of Teagan's face from memory. He was almost completely done with the sketch when he heard the door creek open. "Are you sketching me?" She whispered. "I am." He looked at her with a big smile. "That's the best thing anyone has ever done for me." She smiles back gently kissing his cheek. "You really mean it?" He questions. "Oh without a doubt." Teag nods. "Thank you." He smiles. "Of course. I'm going back to bed." She said softly going back to her room shutting the door behind her. He smiles finishing up the sketch before putting it away and going to bed himself.

[pheedraws]

nick tortano if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out please respond to this and hang out with me on thursday night when i am free

[kazhmiran]

-- In 4:24 am ... Cr: Webtoon business proposal After a long time I was able to finish something about them. I did a few sketches and unfortunately I didn't get a chance to finish any of them. God, I think the reluctance has gotten to me. I drew a few sketches but if I like them, I'll finish them, but if I don't, they'll go to the trash. A few days ago, I came across a webtoon while surfing the internet, it was fun to read, and while I was reading it, this scene there came to my mind as naruto and femsuke. I wanted to change it a bit and draw it. Actually, this was going to go to the trash, but I was able to finish it. I hope I will get rid of this bad mood as soon as possible. Cause I really missed drawing them (Sasuke & Fem Sasuke both) Also, I will return to the commissions around the end of this month, thank you for your understanding ^^ I miss you so much all ^^

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Proposals

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bucky barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,325ish

Summary: Bucky tries to propose to you, but nothing ever works.

Bucky knew on the second date, that he was going to marry you. But he also knew, that it would freak you out that if on date three, he asked you to marry him. So he waited. But a man in love could only wait so long. By the time you and him had been dating for seven months, Bucky couldn’t wait any longer. He dragged Steve and Sam to jewelry stores across New York, in search of the perfect ring.

After losing hope for the perfect ring, Tony offered to design one. For free. Bucky struggled with Tony’s offer, but eventually gave in once Tony and Steve showed him the sketches and mock ups they’d put together. Wanda and Natasha helped put everything together when the night came. There were lights strung up everywhere on top of the compound, a small table was set up for the two to enjoy dinner, and Bucky and ordered your favorite meal. Bucky had been nervous all day, he got dressed in his best suit hours before you two were scheduled for your date.

You were suppose to be coming home from a long Avengers business trip tonight. You had been going to different countries, advocating for the Avengers Initiative. Bucky and you talked everyday, but that was not enough for either of you. You were currently on your way back to the compound, flying on a quinjet from London. Exhausted, you decided to put the quinjet into autopilot and get a few moments of sleep before your date with Bucky tonight. The blissful thought of sleep soon was far away when a call came in from Fury.

“I have an emergency assignment for you,” he stated.

“Sir, I’m just coming off a long assignment,” you explained. “All I want to do is see my boyfriend and sleep.”

“You’re the closest to the emergency. I’ve already got your quinjet rerouting to the location and the information of the mission is being sent to you.”

“But—“

“And I have Rogers in charge of telling Barnes that you won’t make it. Good luck.”

You sighed, running a hand down your face before getting up and changing into your hero gear. All you longed for is a lazy night with Bucky but, as you skimmed through the information Fury sent, that seemed to be a few more days away.

Steve, on the other hand, was trying to pawn Fury’s assignment off on anyone else on the team. No one would take it. They were all hiding in the lab, trying to get someone to go up to the roof and tell Bucky the news. They had all witnessed his nervousness all day, and were even subject to some aggression from it. So they were all a little scared for their lives when it came to telling him that you wouldn’t be home for a few more days. Eventually, when the time came that you were suppose to be arriving home, Sam gave in and sat that he’d do it, as long as everyone else came as back up. They all agreed and headed up to the roof.

Bucky was pacing like crazy when they arrived. Tony had to suppress the urge to make a comment about wearing through the roof the closer they got.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve called. He had really tried to control his tone, but his best friend was an assassin. There was no hiding from him.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky quickly asked, fear taking over his whole figure. “Did something happen? Please tell me that Y/N’s okay.”

“She’s okay, Barnes,” Sam stepped forward. “She just won’t be able to make it tonight.”

Bucky’s face fell. “What? Why?”

“Fury called her in on another assignment. Looks like she won’t be able to come home for another couple of days.”

The team all flinched as Bucky’s metal hand hit the table, making the objects on it go flying. They all took a step back as they watched the anger in him grow. He suddenly flipped the table over before stomping to the roof stairs. The rest of the team stood their watching, feeling bad for him. They all knew that Bucky was nervous about this and that it was hard for the man to be open like this, but there was nothing that could have been done.

Bucky was moody the rest of the days you were gone. No one could stand to be around him, mostly because they were a kind of afraid for their lives. When he wasn’t taking his feelings out in the training room, he was locked away in your shared bedroom. Four days after the planned proposal, you stumbled out of the quinjet. The mission had not been as easy as Fury made it out to be. You were successful, but you were now more exhausted than you ever thought possible, had a bleeding cut down your leg, and you were pretty sure your ankle was sprained.

Everyone was there waiting for you in the hanger and were not happy to see your condition as you stumbled from the quinjet. Bucky was the least amount of happy about your condition. Anger was again his best friend. But the more he watched you move closer to him, the more worried he became. Bucky rushed over, immediately sweeping you up into his arms, bridal style.

“Oh, doll,” he whispered, his eyes worriedly raking over your wounds.

“I’m fine, Buck,” you said quietly, clearly worn out. “Just tired.”

“Let’s get you to the med bay.”

The proposal was long forgotten in the midst of taking care of you. Yes, Bucky wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. But it was more important right now that you get healed. You were ordered off your leg for at least a month. Not making you very happy, but Bucky was. That meant that you were kept safe from harm and he could take care of you whenever he wasn’t away on missions.

Both Natasha and Wanda pushed Bucky to try and propose several times while you were benched and he was taking care of you. But nothing ever worked. He’d get called away on a last minute mission or you’d be too exhausted from physical therapy to do anything. He tried 4 times during the time you were benched, nothing worked. And Bucky was getting frustrated.

After about two and a half months, you were given the clearance to train and put weight on the leg again. And Bucky went back to planning another proposal. He knew he didn’t want to do the same thing he had planned to the last time, bad luck and all. So this time, he was going simpler. He planned a movie night, just the two of you. Bucky bought all your favorite treats and your favorite pizza. The only thing he forgot to mention, apparently, was the fact that it was a date. He was getting everything set up when you walked in with Tony, Bruce, and Sam.

“Hey, Bucky,” you smiled, coming up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Theses guys told me that they were bored tonight. So I invited them to our moving night. Is that okay?”

Bucky’s hands clenched into fists as he looked at the men behind him. He immediately reprimanded himself for not letting the team in on his plan. When his eyes came down to look at you, he was met with your best puppy dog face and he could never say no to that.

“Sure,” he grumbled. “Why not.”

“Thank, babe!” You gave him a peck on the lips before helping the others get settled.

The rest of the night, Bucky was constantly crumpling things in his hands while he felt like the small box in his pocket was burning a hole into thigh. You were too engrossed in the movie and talking to Tony to notice Bucky’s irritation. But Sam did, and simply just smirked at the man.

When the others had left and Bucky and you had started cleaning up, you began to notice his mood by his silence and way he was throwing things away.

“What’s wrong, babe?” You asked, folding up a blanket.

“Nothing,” Bucky answered, far too quickly.

“Are you sure?” You moved to stand in front of him, curling your arms around his waist. “Did Tony say something to upset you, or Sam even?”

“None of them said anything. I’m fine.” He pushed away from you, moving into the kitchen with the trash.

“I don’t believe you.” You followed him closely. “Why won’t you tell me the truth?”

“I am!” Bucky yelled, turning sharply to face you.

You jumped back, taken back by his reaction. Bucky had never raised his voice at you, ever. Tears pricked your eyes as you tried to calm your racing heart. Bucky’s anger slowly faded, being replaced by guilt as he watched you shrink into yourself.

“Doll, I—“ He went to apologize and reach out for you but you took another step back.

“I don’t know what happened tonight to make you mad,” your voice quivered as you spoke, “but that reaction was not okay.”

“I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to shout.”

“Yet you did.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m going to go sleep somewhere else tonight. Let you calm down.”

“No,” Bucky frantically shook his head. “Please, don’t.” He tried to reach for you again, but you walked away.

“Some sleep might do you some good, Buck. We’ll talk in the morning.”

And then you were gone. Bucky fell back against the fridge and slid down it, head buried in his hands. He’d really done it now. You were never going to accept his proposal now.

You spent the night in Natasha’s bed, since she was away on a mission. Though, you didn’t get much sleep. You never did when you weren’t with Bucky, and same with him. And it clearly showed on the both of you in the morning. Dark bags under the eyes, slow movements, blood shot eyes, and solemn expressions. To the rest of the team, it was clear that something happened last night. They were just all too scared to ask what.

Bucky spent most of the next day in the training room, taking out his aggression, while you spent most of the day in your and Bucky’s shared space in the compound. You were trying to rack your mind around why Bucky had been acting so ornery lately. You were in your room when Steve called you in for a mission. It was going to be a smaller mission with just you and Steve. You were getting ready when Bucky walked into the room.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Bucky stated.

Those words cause your heart to crack a little. Those were never good to hear. “Yes, Buck?” You replied, still getting ready while trying to keep yourself together.

“There’s something that’s been on my mind lately and I— wait. Where are you going?”

“Steve’s asked me to join him on a mission.”

“Already? I know you were approved, but are you sure? I’m worried that you—“

“Well you don’t need to be. I’ll be fine.” You flung your backpack over shoulder. “Will you be?”

“Will I be?”

“You’ve been acting strange lately. And then you come in saying that we need to talk… Bucky…” You sighed. “Did you come in to break up with me?”

“Break up with you? No!” He shook his head. “I would never.”

“Then what’s going on? You’ve been so aggravated lately and yesterday… well… you’ve never shouted at me like that before… it honestly hurt.”

“Baby…” He walked up to you, setting a gentle hand on your cheek. “I’m so sorry about last night. I just… I’ve been trying to…” His hand fell down to his side with a sigh. “I was going to propose,” he mumbled.

“What?” Your jaw dropped.

“And it hasn’t been the first time I tried… I’m sorry for taking it out on you. I was just so frustrated that none of my plans have worked.”

“Y-you…. You’ve been trying to propose? For how long?”

“My first attempt was when you were suppose to come home after your long business trip. But then Fury sent you on a mission and you came home injured… I tried multiple other times, but then I was called away or you were too tired. Then last night, that’s why I ordered your favorite pizza and snacks. I just wanted it to be you and me and—”

“And then I invited the boys. Oh, Buck.” You engulfed him in a hug. “I’m so sorry. Will you ever forgive me?”

“I would always forgive you.”

You and Bucky let your lips meet for a kiss. Upon parting, you decided to be brave.

“So,” you whispered, “are you going to ask me?”

Bucky quickly retrieved the small box from his pocket and opened it as he got down on one knee. “Y/N L/N, I love you will everything I have. I can’t picture my life without you. Will you—“

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve called, barging into the room. “Are you— woah.” He froze, studying the situation in front of him. “Am I interrupting something?”

Bucky groaned, allowing his head to fall against your stomach. You laughed as you set your hands on Bucky’s head.

“You think?” You giggled.

“I’m just gonna— yeah,” Steve rushed as he ran out.

“Is he gone?” Bucky said into your stomach.

“He’s gone. Now hurry before the team shows up.”

He leaned back into his original position. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“Hallelujah,” Bucky muttered as he slipped the ring on your finger.

“Hurry up and kiss me so that we can escape before we’re never left alone again.”