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I write for certain characters of Marvel as of now. I am thinking of writing for The Mentalist and/or Good Omens in near future. My reader is POC unless stated otherwise (at least in my head).
i'm also writing for mdzs now, i suppose.
sporadic updates. bc chaos is how i operate.
Update. I am no longer writing for Harry Potter. (I mean. Ik I haven't posted in donkey's years lol but yeah, I'm hoping to get back into writing on here. So yeah.)
Requests are open. There's only one rule: No smut. do send in requests guys!
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Harry Potter
Goodbye - Sirius Black x Reader. You have broken up with Sirius and are behaving rather cruelly with him. But why are you doing it? And what happens when he finds out the real reason behind it? (angst, kinda?)
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Marvel (MCU)
Long Day - Sam Wilson x Reader. You've had a long day, but your boyfriend Sam Wilson knows how to help you and be there for you. (fluff)
Epistolary Love (series) - Steve Rogers x Reader. Set after the events of Captain America: Civil War. The letters written to Steve Rogers by his girlfriend, you, after he goes on the run.
December, 2016
January, 2017
February, 2017
March, 2017
April, 2017
May, 2017
June, 2017
July, 2017
August, 2017
September, 2017
October, 2017 (Interlude)
November, 2017
January, 2018
April, 2018
August, 2018
September, 2018 (Conclusion/Epilogue)
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MDZS
A Little Rabbit Steals Lan Zhan - Wangxian adopts a daughter. Or a daughter adopts Wangxian. With them, no one really knows...
Normally, she sleeps like the dead, exhausted from school and all of the activities that Papa makes her do so he can save the world. She helps Mama with her nightly chores and climbs into bed and conks out the moment her head hits the pillow.
But sometimes she remembers them. Lab coats and needles and sterile white rooms. Sometimes she's been captured and theres a gun and Papa Bondman is too far away.
Hiding under the blankets with Chimera-san isn't enough sometimes.
So she grips him tight in her arms and winces at the cold wooden floor beneath her feet and doesn't let herself think about papa's scolding as she quietly nudges his door open.
He jolts awake at the slightest turn of the knob.
There's no one in the room with him, but there is a sliver of less-dark from the hallway and the sound of panting breaths.
Too high and short to belong to an adult, he realizes in an instant.
"Anya," he breaths, already beginning to climb out of bed, and the door opens another inch.
"Papa?" Her voice is a faint whisper. She stands at the foot of his bed, clutching her stuffed animal. "I had a bad dream."
He should feel annoyed at the weakness, the neediness. Instead, his heart swells with pride that she would choose to come to him. That he makes her feel safe.
"Alright." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. His other hand discreetly moves the gun beneath his spare pillow so that Anya won't accidentally find it or, heaven forbid, set it off in the night. Her eyes widen in surprise, and he feels a pang of regret that she would be so shocked at him accepting her into his bed -- actually acting as a father would. Maybe he hasn't been warm enough too her.
He lets her climb onto the bed, crawling over the duvet and curling up to lay beside him. She pokes at the pillow inquisitively, seemingly satisfied at its lack of response before laying down.
"Thank you, Papa," she murmurs, already half asleep once more. Loid gently tucks the blankets around her before laying down again.
Maybe he should stop sleeping with a gun in his bed.
@ fic readers who write play by play comments that highlight your favorite passages and why you like them, please know you are the best humans to exist and please don’t stop what you’re doing
pride is almost upon us, so I thought I’d send out a couple of reminders:
identity is complicated. 99.999% of the time, the right thing to do is to trust other people when it comes to what label is right for them
disabled people can be just as sure about their identity as abled people. trust disabled people when they say they’re queer
nobody is ever too old or too young to come out
nobody should ever pressure anybody else to come out. being closeted is not the same as lying
pride was started by the same kinds of people who are often rejected, even from the queer community. pride is about remembering them, not about shaming people for being “too much” or “too queer”
Fanfic is the peak human experience out there . Everyday a different stranger tells me a bed time story about two fictional men we’re both obsessed with
Description: Asexual!Bucky thinks he is broken beyond repair, until you show him that he has been complete all this while.
Warnings: Angst, bad language, mention of sex toys, romance and fluff
@jtargaryen18 organised a writing challenge for reaching 4k followers and of course I have to participate multiple times! 😍 I am sorry this entry is a little late 🙈
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A/N: This is the first time I am writing an asexual character. Whatever I have written is based upon my knowledge that I have gathered by reading various articles and posts on asexuality. The reason I am writing this is because I want to have an equal amount of straight and LGBTQ+ stories in my masterlist, so that there's something for everyone to enjoy. Hence, if you are an asexual person or know someone who is, and you realise that anything in my story is incorrectly represented, then please let me know. I will immediately correct it, issue an apology and accept my mistake publicly.
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"I cannot fucking believe this!" Karen shouted, "What are you like gay or something?"
Bucky winced at her venomous words. "You need to leave," he said in a quiet, respectful tone.
"Like hell I am going to leave. I want answers!" she placed her hands on her hips and stomped her foot. "What is it? Am I not sexy enough for you? Are you not attracted by this?!" she gestured towards the skimpy lingerie currently hugging her body.
Bucky met her eyes as he responded, "I do not want to have sex with you."
She huffed, clearly not convinced, "Why not? We have been going out for what, 3 months now? And you still don't want to have sex with me? What is the issue here? Is it-" she paused suddenly, her eyes traveling down his torso to his crotch, "You can't get it up can you?" she sneered.
Bucky shook his head, too exhausted to deal with her, "Karen, it's nothing like that. I just do not want to get physical with you. That's all."
"Oh! Ooooohh!" she bent backwards a bit, "So it was fine to hug me, cuddle with me and hold my hands. But when it comes to sex, you suddenly become a pious celibate saint! What the fuck Bucky?"
Bucky sighed, and handed Karen back her coat, "We are done. Please leave."
She laughed dryly, "Oh abso-fucking-lutely we are done. You know what I think?" she asked while wearing the coat, "I think that you are too old grandpa and that your tiny ass tortured gay dick cannot salute on its own. Because no man in his right mind would deny this," she again pointed to herself. "Super-soldier my ass," she muttered as she left.
The door to his apartment closed with a loud bang, leaving an echo in its wake. Bucky stood still, rooted to his spot. If it were not for the silent tears rolling down his cheeks, anybody could have mistaken him for a statue.
Slowly, he sat on the floor, his gentle sobs rocking his body as he hugged his knees.
Decades of torture by the hands of Hydra had left him crippled, physically, mentally and emotionally. When he had been saved by Steve, he had started to piece his life back together, bit by bit. Things such as books, movies, music became tiny jigsaw pieces that slowly filled the void in his life.
After the final galactic battle with Thanos, Bucky had been officially initiated to the Avengers team, or rather what was left of it. The team soon became an extended family, a family that Bucky was still getting used to. It was especially irksome when Sam and Scott decided to set him up on a date with Karen from Research & Development (R&D), despite his protests.
It wasn't that Bucky didn't desire a relationship. He wanted to be close to someone, experience romance, feel their heartbeat in a close embrace and place light kisses on their forehead.
But he didn't want to have sex.
At first, he thought he might not have met the right woman. So he searched for porn online, which did little to sway his feelings. He put the issue on a backburner, the safety of the people and the urgency of his missions steering the wheel of his life for a while.
But when Sam and Scott proudly announced their grand plans for Bucky's date, he remembered his "issue" again. He looked at Karen closely whenever they went on dates together. She looked perfect. Beautiful hair, soft glowing skin, curves in all the right places, all packed in a graceful, slender body.
Bucky liked being close to her, but he was still not getting aroused. Hence, he stopped her advancements everytime she tried to get physical. Karen tolerated it for a while, before her patience wore out tonight.
As the sun rose in the sky, Bucky was still seated on the floor, his cheeks now stained with tears that had stopped sometime in the night, though a sniff escaped from him every few minutes. He looked at the sunlight pouring in from the window, broken by the window-panes, landing at his feet in two rays with a comforting warmth. It was in that moment that Bucky realised, Hydra had truly broken him.
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"We have various types of dildos available. There's The Classic, Textured, Long and Thin, Short and Thick, Vibrators, Transparent Plexiglass Dildos, Strap-Ons, G-Spot Dildos, Double-Ended, Squirting Dildos and ones that also come with a suction grip. Are you looking for yourself or are you looking for something to enjoy with your partner?" the helpful saleswoman asked you.
You stroked your chin in thought, "It's only for me. I already have a vibrator that I bought about a year back. The G-Spot ones have never really worked for me. I am looking to try something new. What is the suction grip one?"
The attendant handed you the dildo and showed you the suction grip at the end of it, "You can use this to place and stick it on any flat surface you want, whether it's the floor or the wall or the side of your desk. It guarantees a completely hands-free pleasurable experience."
You stuck it on the wall besides the showcase to test the theory. It worked. "Neat! I will take this one," you smiled as the attendant went to fetch a fresh piece.
You paid for your new sex toy and walked back to the Avengers compound with your small white shopping bag in tow.
When you reached your desk, you heard Karen bitching as usual about something to Jessica. At first, you blocked them out like you did almost everyday, but then a name in their conversation caught your attention.
"He's the Winter Soldier alright. He's completely frozen down there," Karen whispered loudly with disgust.
"Even that red sexy lingerie didn't do anything for him?" Jessica gasped dramatically.
"No!"
"That's crazy! That hot-red piece will convert even the most gayest of the guys! And it didn't do anything for him? Wow," Jessica responded.
Karen added, "You know something? I have always thought he was extremely weird. Like, dude, I know you were tortured by Hydra or whatever, but get over it man! It's been years since he was free. He should enjoy life and stop being such a wimp. I am 100% sure he is impotent."
"You know I was digging into him the other night," Jessica said in a hushed whisper, "and I saw a message board online which suggested that his penis has been completely cut by Hydra. This person knows all such secrets about these alleged superheros. You should follow him."
"What is his username?"
"Proud-Flat-Earther-MotherFuckers. Wait, I will send you the link," Jessica offered.
Having heard enough of their nonsense, you made your way towards the HR department. Maybe both Karen and Jessica had forgotten, but talking about the personal lives of Avengers was strictly against the rules and was considered as reason enough to fire employees.
You filed a complaint with the HR and within a few hours, both the women were fired on the spot. You savored the moment with relish, as their faces turned aghast at the realisation that their actions had consequences. You went up to them, watching the pair clean their desks, with unabashed glee.
"You know something Karen?" you asked her, "Just because a man refuses to have sex, it didn't mean that he's a wimp, or gay or an impotent. But if you do choose to think of him that way, then it surely makes you a sexiest and a homophobic person."
Karen looked at you furiously, "You bitch! I lost my job because you went and blabbed in front of the HR!"
You chuckled at her outburst, "Oh my dearest Karen. Yes I did go and rat you out to the HR. But that's not what got the two of you fired."
"Then what did?" Jessica asked as she joined the conversation.
You folded your hands for effect, "Your hateful comments and toxic views cost you your jobs. People like you think that just by using the latest iPhone or following the latest trends, you are a modern, 21st century person. But in reality, it is your open mindset which makes you a member of the modern society. If you would open your mind just as much as you open your legs, trust me, the two of you will be much better off."
You turned to leave, but stopped yourself, "Just a suggestion. Stop using words like gay and impotent as insults. It will help you retain your next job for a longer time." You winked at their speechless faces, and happily returned to your desk.
Your job in R&D was taxing and so, you always found yourself working late. Today was no exception either. As you left your office at around 8pm, you saw Bucky heading towards the elevator which led to his apartment. You always had a soft spot for the brunette super-soldier. For starters, you couldn't even begin to comprehend the tortures he must have endured in his past. And the fact that he was trying to piece his life back together again? It was truly commendable.
He always kept to himself, his eyes downcast and his body language unsure. And after what you had heard today, you felt even more sorry for the guy. Turning towards the cafeteria, you picked up a box of vanilla-strawberry French macarons for him, thanking the heavens above for the free food available at the Avengers compound. You held the white bag with macarons in your left hand, being mindful of not confusing it with the similar white bag in your right which contained your new sex toy.
A few moments later, you found yourself in front of his apartment. You had visited him twice before to adjust his vibranium arm or to sort out a few tweaks, but never before had you visited him so late in the evening.
You knocked, feeling a little hesitant as you did so. He was surprised to find you standing on the opposite of the door, however, he still greeted you courteously nonetheless.
Before you could state your reason for the visit, he said sincerely, "I heard what you did today. Thank you. I really appreciated it."
Now it was your turn to be surprised, "Oh. Ummm. It's okay really Mr Barnes. It was nothing. You don't need to-"
"No. It wasn't just nothing. You could have turned a deaf ear and ignored them. Yet you chose to stand-up for me. Thank you," a small smile laced his face and you melted on the spot.
You had a crush on Bucky. A BIG one. Could anyone blame you? This guy was a hot, sexy mess of an ice-cream sundae that left you hungry for more even on the coldest nights of the year.
You realised you were staring into his steel-blue eyes like a creep, and immediately cleared your throat. "What-what they did was wrong. Karen had no right to demean you for your desires or lack of them. I-," you sighed, "I am sorry for what she said. It was disrespectful and hurtful. So I brought you something that I hope will cheer you up."
You awkwardly raised your right hand, "I got you some vanilla-strawberry macarons from the cafeteria."
Bucky did cheer up a bit at the mention of his favourite food. He eagerly took the bag with a huge smile, "Thank you," he said once again as you shook your head. "Thank you for everything you do to keep us safe Mr Barnes. I must be on my way now. Goodnight," and with that you left, grinning like an idiot.
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You took a bath, ate your dinner and slipped into comfortable pyjamas. Excited to try your new sex toy tonight, you unpacked the bag expecting to see the nondescript box of the dildo. Instead, 5 delicious macarons stared back at you with innocence.
You stumbled backwards in shock, the impact of your action settling like a dull, heavy weight in your stomach. "Oh no no no no," you whispered, horrified.
You immediately rushed to your window and pulled aside the curtain to look at Bucky's building, as if expecting to see him staring daggers at you. One of the privileges of working with the Avengers? You got to stay in a nice apartment within the compound itself. Your residential complex was a little further away from the main building, covered easily by 15 minutes of walking.
Feeling hyper, you frantically searched for a coat and almost ran out of your house. You rushed back in to keep the box in the bag and again, dashed towards the elevator.
Hoping that Bucky would have yet to open the box, you sent a silent prayer to all the gods and goddesses in the skies above, even Thor. Meh, you never know when an ex-Avenger could be of help.
You sprinted towards the other building, a multitude of thoughts clouding your mind- What if he was offended by it? Would he file a complaint against me? It would be sorta ironic if I was fired for this! Shit he would think my apology was false and I am probably mocking him.
You reached his apartment, a panting, huffing mess of a person. You knocked frantically, his door shaking with force at your desperation. However, you jumped as Bucky whispered your name from behind you, "Are you okay? What's going on?" he asked with concern as you turned around to face him.
"Did-did you op-open the bo-ox?" you questioned him while panting like a dog.
He furrowed his brows in response, "No I was planning to open it in a few minutes. Please tell me what's going on. Why do you look so scared?"
You bent over double, your stomach cramping thanks to your impromptu running, "Thi-this is your bag," you held up the package, "That ba-bag is mine."
"Okay," Bucky said slowly, still unsure of your behaviour, "Should I open the door to retrieve your bag?"
You nodded as he stepped aside, "Why are you not wearing any shoes?"
You looked down at your feet at his query, small blades of grass had stuck to your naked feet along with dirt. "I was in a hur-hurry to get to you," you managed to say between your breaths.
Bucky just nodded in response. It was then that you noticed the pack of paper tissues in his hand. He opened the door and stepped inside, beckoning you to follow him. He pointed to the white bag kept on the table while he looked at it with worry. "Will it explode?" he solicited.
"Uhh no," you replied awkwardly.
"Is it dangerous?" curiosity etched on Bucky's face as you swapped the bags.
"No, it's nothing like that," you looked down at your feet, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks with embarrassment.
He narrowed his eyes, "Then what is it?"
"I can't tell you," you quietly admitted, "but here are your macarons. I am really sorry for this. Didn't mean to disturb you from whatever you had planned," you pointed to the box of tissues still in his hand.
Bucky noticed the underlying question in your statement, "I was about to watch a movie. So needed these to clear the mess."
Your eyes went wide at his sincerity. While you had a crush on him, you definitely did not want to know about Bucky's late night masturbation adventures. Shaking your head, you raised your hands and started walking backwards, "I am sorry I disturbed your nightly… activities. I get out of your hair."
"Actually, would you like to join me for the movie?" Bucky asked hopefully, "We have the macarons and you seem like you need to calm your nerves."
You were surprised for the third time that day. Did Bucky just ask you to masturbate with him? Or have sex while eating the macarons? Or did he want to eat them after you guys have had sex? A flurry of questions swirled in your mind as you stared at him with a slightly open mouth.
Bucky interpreted your gaze and stumbled to clarify himself, "As friends! Would you like to watch a movie with me as a friend?"
You slowly nodded your affirmation, "Yeah okay. Which movie are we watching?"
"The Notebook," he revealed with a smile, "It's an extremely emotional movie. Ummm what's the term? Tear-jerker? Uhh yeah, it's a real tear-jerker of a movie."
"Oh so that's why…" you pointed at the tissues. "Yeah," he confirmed, "I tend to cry a lot while watching that movie. And… ummm… I am the kind of person who cries ugly. You know, all tears and snot. So yeah… I need the whole box."
"That's… that's actually sweet," you smiled, "Trust me you are not alone. I start crying as soon as the titles appear on the screen."
He got excited at your confession, "Yes! Exactly! It's because you know what's going to come and you are just mentally preparing yourself."
You chuckled with him in affirmation as he led you further into his apartment.
You freshened up a bit in his washroom, making sure to clean your feet and the residue on your face from the sweat.
Bucky was standing besides your bag when you entered the living room, "Now that we are friends," he intoned, "will you please tell me what's inside of this?"
You sighed, "Mr Barnes-."
"Bucky," he corrected you and you smiled.
"Will you promise me you will not take any offense or be insulted by it? I really did not mean to swap the bags."
"I trust you," Bucky said with assurance.
"It's…it is a sex toy," you mumbled quietly. Any normal human wouldn't have heard you, but Bucky's enhanced hearing caught your words flawlessly.
He took a moment to process your words, and finally, to your amazement, burst out laughing.
You sheepishly smiled at his reaction as your heart felt a little lighter. "That is embarrassing," he agreed with a wide grin.
The two of you settled on the couch as Bucky's chuckles lessened. He kept the box of macarons between you two, but hesitated to begin the movie.
You sensed his curiosity, and clarified, "I haven't been in a relationship in a very long time. It's been… 2 years I guess… since my last breakup." You took a deep breath, "And my job doesn't exactly leave a lot of time on my hands for dating or one-night-stands."
Bucky seemed to consider your words for what felt like a long time. Finally, he asked quietly, "What does it feel like? To… to want another person… sexually?"
You blinked your eyes, thinking you must have misheard him. But then, his gaze met yours, and you knew his question was sincere.
"It feels like…," you raked your mind in search for the appropriate words, "...like your entire body is on fire, and you need the touch of the other person to quench your thirst. Like, just for a few moments, you want to shut your mind, and let your body think for you."
Bucky nodded slowly as you finished, "But what if you feel that in your heart? And not for your body?"
You squint your eyes at his question, "What do you mean Bucky?"
He placed his head in his hands, "I just… I don't feel like that with anyone. I mean, I don't want to have sex. Trust me I have tried everything. Literally everything. Still I don't feel aroused… I am broken, aren't I? Because this is abnormal, right? No matter how hard I try I will never be normal."
Your heart shattered at his words. You had heard about his horrid nightmares, but to think that he was struggling to accept himself, thinking that he was broken, even when he had so much love to give, was depressing. You could not just stand by and watch.
Gently, you placed a hand on his shoulder, "Bucky, look at me." When he didn't comply, you urged him, "Bucky, you are not broken. It is completely normal to not have any sexual desires."
"No it's not," he scoffed.
"Yes it is," you coerced him, "Do you know what is asexuality? It is the complete absence of sexual desires. Many people-"
He interrupted you, "There is no such thing. You are making this up."
"I am not," you replied indignantly, "Research indicates that more than 1% of the American population is asexual. Also, experts believe that more people might be asexuals because they think that they "haven't found the right person yet"," you ended with air quotes.
With no reaction from him, you sighed and got up, "Do yourself a favour. Use the internet and learn about asexuality. It will help put your mind at ease." You left after giving that piece of advice.
Bucky stayed in the same position for a few moments after your departure. He nibbled on a macaron as he considered the movie playing in front of him. Unable to focus, he promptly shut it all and carried the box to his bed. The macarons disappeared into his mouth as he tossed and turned, feeling restless.
There was no way asexuality was a thing. If it was, then how come there were no movies, tv shows or even advertisements on asexuality? That's because it wasn't normal, right? Maybe you had just lied to him to make him feel better? Maybe you took pity on him?
He looked at his phone on the table near the tv set, your final words repeating in his head in a loop. The combination of tiredness and laziness encouraged him to take your advice in the morning.
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You didn't see Bucky for 3 days after your fateful encounter with him. The fact that you still had your job at the Avengers Tower meant that he hadn't filed a complaint yet with the HR. And for that you were grateful. Friday came and you found yourself working late, again. It was around 10pm and you were still in your lab, almost done with the work. That's when you heard the small swoosh of the lab doors opening and closing.
You looked up from your table, and found Bucky staring intently at you with his blue eyes. He cleared his throat and tentatively took a step towards you. "You were right," he said slowly, "I researched online, read a few articles and spoke with the in-house therapist. I am an," he took a deep breath, "an asexual."
You closed your laptop and smiled at his confession, "How are you feeling now?"
"Honestly? A little bit better. I feel somewhat free," he admitted while gripping the white bag in his hand a little bit tighter.
"That's great! I am so proud of the progress you have made," you beamed at him, but sensed his hesitance as you neared him.
"What's wrong?" you gently inquired.
"You are… not… I mean… by any chance… asexual?" he winced at his own question.
You chuckled lightly, "No I am not."
"Ahh, then it's okay," he murmured and turned as if to leave.
You stopped him by placing a hand on his firm bicep, "What's going on?"
He shifted on his feet, visibly uncomfortable and anxious, "I was just… no nevermind it's stupid."
"Bucky," you said his name in a stern voice.
He sighed again, "I thought… I mean I owe you a movie because… of that night… and so… you know… would you like to watch it? The movie? But why would you? You deserve better… you are not an asexual. You are normal. Why would you want to go on a date with me?" he finally ended his mumbling.
You looked at him with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what he had muttered. "Did you just say you would like to go on a date with me? But it was stupid because you are an asexual and I am normal?" you blinked as he nodded.
"Who told you that you are not normal?" you asked him, a little irritated, "Bucky look at me." This time he complied, "You. Are. Normal. As normal as me, as the other Avengers or as anybody else in the world. Do not, for even one goddamn second, think that there's something wrong with you because there isn't. Are you listening to me? Am I clear?" you wagged your forefinger at him.
Amused at your outburst, he nodded with a sheepish grin. Clearing his throat, he asked you again, "Would you like to watch a movie with me tomorrow? As a date?"
You placed your hands on your waist, "Yes."
His grin widened as he asked you the next question, "Still mad at me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Maybe these cupcakes will help," he shyly held up the white bag in front of you, "I made sure they were cupcakes," he added with a smirk.
You graciously accepted the bag, "Cupcakes will always help."
"Great! It's a date then. Tomorrow… at 4pm? My apartment?" Bucky suggested.
You agreed, and he left with a goodbye. As soon as he was out of sight, you opened the box, expecting to see the usual cupcakes inside. Instead, you found that the sweet treats were decorated with cute messages such as "U R Cute" , "Be Mine?" , "So Sweet" and so on. Feeling mushy at his adorable gesture, you bit into the sweet treat as you headed back to your apartment.
The next day, you made sure to wear a purple dress, complete with black, grey and white accessories - the colours of the asexual flag. Bucky beamed at you as he welcomed you into his apartment. He had made a snack mix from popcorn, crispy pretzels, chips and nachos, the perfect accompaniment to any movie according to him, and you couldn't agree more.
The pair of you watched The Notebook in silence, except for a few sobs and sniffs here and there and the straight up bawling during the emotional parts of the movie.
After a while, the film ended but your date continued. The two of you talked about everything, right from the meaningful discussions about the government policies to random questions like "which mythical creature would you be and why?"
Soon, it was time for you to head back to your apartment. Bucky offered to walk you and you happily agreed. But before you left, he asked you nervously, "Would you like to have a second date?"
"I would love to," you beamed, "Which movie should we watch the next time?"
He ran his hand in his somewhat disheveled hair, "Uhh… I actually made a date jar. Wait, I will get it."
He brought over a glass jar, filled with tiny bits of folded paper, "I thought we could have dates that start from each English alphabet. We can pick and choose at random from the jar."
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes again at his thoughtful and romantic gesture. You gingerly picked one note from the jar, excited for the adventure that awaited the two of you.
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It took more than 2 years for the pair of you to finish every date in the date jar, except for one. Whether it was jet-skiing in the ocean, taking classes for flamenco dance, him teaching you self-defense or going on a wildlife safari together, you and Bucky finally got through it all. Only the letter "P" was now left.
In these 2 years, any distance between the two of you had practically vanished. Bucky was comfortable in removing his bionic arm in front of you. Moreover, he had started sharing everything with you. Right from his darkest and disturbing nightmares to a pretty butterfly that he may have seen during his missions, Bucky made it a point to ensure that you were a part of his life, and you had absolutely no complaints.
The two of you had also discussed about your sexual desires, and Bucky had been comfortable with you using your sex toys as and when you wished.
Bucky was the perfect boyfriend anybody could ask for. He was considerate, thoughtful, a hardcore feminist and gave the best foot-rubs in the world. And so you were nervous. Nervous because the two of you had never actually sat down to talk about the nature of your relationship. And as the day of the last date loomed nearer, your anxiety increased. At first, you thought of making a second date jar, but he had quickly dismissed the idea, stating that he would be caught up with multiple things after the last date ended.
As you sat in the car that Bucky had sent for you, your apprehension grew. Bucky always picked you up, however this time, he had asked you to come alone in the car. Maybe he wanted to break up with you?
By the time you reached the park it was pitch black. You were sure Bucky had paid the guards to keep the gates of the park open just for you.
As soon as you entered, you saw the pathway lined with 25 lamp posts, leading you towards a breathtaking archway decorated with fairy lights and your favourite flowers.
On every lamp post, a photograph of the two of you - which were taken on your dates - was stuck along with a note. The notes described how he fell in love with you over and over again on every single date. Your progress was slow, as read each of his meticulously written words with tears in your eyes. You collected all of his notes and the photographs, and finally headed towards the lit archway.
When you entered it, the instrumental notes of the song "All of Me" by John Legend reached your ears.
You walked ahead and reached a bend. Upon crossing it, you were showered with rose petals as the live music grew louder. And at the end of the archway, your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, was standing in a tuxedo, looking as sinfully good as the forbidden fruit. The entire area around him was lit with soft fairy lights that cascaded gracefully between tall lamp posts. Even on the ground, small wooden lamps illuminated the grass across the area. A live band was playing the music and your Bucky was standing with the most gorgeous bouquet of red roses that you had ever seen.
Your vision turned blurry as you started crying, and looking at your tears, he started sobbing as well. "No no no I can't cry now," he managed to say between his sobs while giving you his handkerchief, "I have to do this."
He got down on one knee and took your hand in his. You both laughed as you started crying harder. He took a deep breath and said your name, "These 2 years have been the most magical years of my life. You have accepted me as who I am, what I am, and never once tried to change me or make fun of me for it. I never thought I would be treated with the amount of respect that-" he started crying, unable to finish his sentence.
You sat beside him and handed him your kerchief. "Yes," you said with a tear-stained smile.
"Let me ask you first!" he exclaimed between his sobs.
You laughed and wiped your snot as he cleared his throat, "I love you so much. You are the only one I want to-" he started crying again.
"Yes!" you answered his unsaid question.
"I haven't asked you yet!" he exclaimed again as the two of you giggled between your sobs.
"Okay c'mon Bucky you can do this," he muttered to himself as you beamed at him. "Okay," he looked into your eyes and whispered your name, "Will you do me the honour of marrying me and becoming my wife?"
You choked up at finally hearing the words. Rendered speechless, you could only nod as fresh tears escaped your eyes.
"You have to say yes!" he almost shouted with excitement.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!!" you matched his enthusiasm as he slipped a ring onto your finger. His large arms then engulfed you in a bear hug, wrapping you in a safe and secure space for eternity to come.
look at that!!! if I haven't just found the sweetest fic ever!! personally I don't like proposals and marriages but this fic was too sweet like even the proposal was actually cute instead of being cringey!!! and I love love love the idea of ace!Bucky!! (ofc that has nothing to do with the fact that I'm ace myself. nope, nothing at all!)
and I love how the reader is soo supportive of it without denying her own sexuality!! just perfect!
ok, so, i finally watched encanto. and. i have thoughts. did i love it? absolutely. yes. the only thing that i did not like about it was this: the ending.
warning: spoilers. like. if you read this, the movie will be completely spoiled for you. so. yeah. proceed with caution i guess?
so, okay i'm sure many people have noticed the anti-capitalist vibe that's going on in the movie. so okay maybe you'll hate me for bringing ideology into it, but i just, idk, felt it starkly okay? so yeah, here goes nothing...
plot
so, the figures on the horses hunting down abuela are quite representative of the old feudalist system. and we see these people running away from them. so there are sacrifices (abuela's husband), and finally abuela gets magic. it's pretty symbolic of a small farmer/worker going on to acquire wealth. and then she sets up the whole town. the madrigal family is the one with the power. the people pay homage to them. they claim to help people (well, they actually do help people so they're the better capitalists, ig?). but the magic is still concentrated in the family and they are still superior because of that. they still own all the resources. well, it's more of a mixture of an idyllic pre-capitalise setting within an essentially capitalistic structure. this might be attributed to abuela, who lived in a pre-capitalist, almost idllyic structure before it was snatched away from her.
but as we now see, abuela has grown almost addicted to power. she wants the power to be concentrated in her family, and has started believing in her own fantasy of superiority because of the magic. even when she knows that that is destroying her family and the very basis, the very magic, so to say, of their town/encanto, she insists on ignoring the problems and retaining her power. her attempt to get isabela to that guy (mariano), who's supposedly one of the strongest families in the town is a very obviously capitalistic symbol of wanting to further power and ensure the retention of power.
in the resolution, we see that it is isabela's breaking free from her bounds of perfection that kind of revives the lamp. but, abuela is so drunk on the power and her imagined greatness that she can't see that. and the illusion of perfection and magicality shatters the moment she is forced to confront with the truth of her own greed and power-hungriness.
we see that hope returns in form of a lot of butterflies flying around. it is no longer encased, limited in a single candle. it is now all-pervading, it belongs to everyone.
finally, it is the whole town which comes together to help them rebuild the house, and by extension, the town itself. it is a rebirth for the encanto. this is an encanto which has been built by collective effort, not just raised by the power of one woman or one family. now, it truly belongs to everyone.
(it was very all over the place, i know, i'm really sorry)
ending
so, here's why the ending disappointed me:
the doorknob: throughout the movie, the doorknob has been a symbol of alienation and privilege. it represents the privilege of the madrigal family and is a symbol of how mirabel is alienated because of her inability to open/get the doorknob. moreover, doorknob, in of itself, is a device of keeping people out. so, in the end when mirabel is handed the doorknob, it is disappointing for me because now, mirabel is handed this very symbol of privilege and alienation. instead of rejecting that symbol, it has been embraced, normalised.
return of magic: so i think, this one is a more obvious one. on attaching the doorknob, the house once agin turns magical. this undermines the whole point of collective effort. the power is back in madrigal hands. the whole point, that these individuals need not be magical to be happy and worthy in of themselves is completely ruined. now, i understand that magic is fascinating and honestly, who wouldn't want to have magic. and the whole point and charm of the movie is magic. so. what i wish that had done was, make the whole town and space magical. so, not only does the madrigal family regain their magic, but also every member of the town is now magical. that would've been a more satisfying ending, personally speaking.
the house/mansion: after mirabel puts on the doorknob, the house is restored to what it was before. the whole point of change and collective work is, once again, lost. the house is the same as it was before, with all the portraits and all. it would've been better if the house had ahd some new structure or at least that set-up of portraits had been removed so as to make magic a less privileged and a more, well, magical thing.
characters
so just want to do a quick character anlysis, though calling it a character analysis might be a bit of a stretch? but whatever
abuela: lived in a pre-capitalist, idyllic set-up. as we see in her flashback about her marriage with her husband (i'm sorry, i don't remember the name please don't kill me), she is brave and unafraid. a bit of not like the other girls trope going on there i think, but that is countered beautifully through mirabel. anyway, one thing that strikes me is what she tells everyone who is going to or has gotten the gift is that their gift is/will be just as special as them. but as we have also seen, the idea of gift is deeply connected to the idea of honour and pride. so, it is the gift that is making the person special and not vice-versa. she is also a woman very concerned about image, as we see when mirabel warns everyone about the first crack. she knows there is a problame but she woud rather humiliate mirabel than acknowledge it and work towards dolving it. but she isn't bad at heart, it is just that she has had magic and accompanying privilege for so long that she has been blinded because of it. and there is obviously an element of trauma to it. her denial about magic being in danger is very much related to her basic terror of being hunted and losing the people she loves. she is a representation of capitalism here. it takes the complete breaking of the foundation for her to acknowledge that the system needs to change.
mirabel: she is love. she genuinely cares about people. she is a mild person. i feel like she is lowkey averse to conflict. but if she sees a problem, she won't just let it go. she is excluded from the system. she tries her hardest to be a part of it because she sees that everyone else is hppy with it, but ultimately realises that it is the very system which is flawed and works to change it.
what i liked
the bond between mirabel and antonio. it is very precious. it is also only possible because antonio is a child. so far, he and mirabel are the only ones without a gift, so they can relate. moreover, because he loves with her, he gets to experience her kindness and warmth the most, which makes him immune to the prejudices against her. even after he gets his gift, he does not forget her warmth. so yes, it's very very precious to watch.
mirabel and luisa. luisa is the first one to confirm that something is indeed wrong. she breaks into a song trying to get mirabel to stop asking and inadvertently ends up answering some of her questions. it's a very innocent, childlike act. and that hug in the end. it's beautiful. everything is beautiful.
mirabel and isabela. when isabela is singing after she has made the cactus, she makes some carniorous plants and just pulls mirabel, telling her to be careful. that is the moment. that is her moment of liberation. we finally see who she really is. she is chaotic and wild. and all those random beautiful flowers popping up in just, idk, reminds me of cottagecore a bit, so yeah, love that.
bruno. generally the act of leaving is an act of carelessness and cowardice. but bruno's abandonment is not an abandonment but just a measure of his love for his family. also, he is the first one to see that there is a problem with the system, even though he doesn't quite realise it. but he sees that for it to be solved, his niece will be hurt and so he leaves, which is one of the greatest acts of love because it's a huge 'fuck you, world!' moment.
julieta. her literal gift is being able to life people's spirits. need i say more? also on a completely different note, she kind of looks like jenny slate doesn't she?
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anyway, yeah, i'm done dumping it all here. it's very random. and very all over the place, so sorry about that i guess?
little lan sizhui doodling on some paper like his baba he doesn’t remember but feels comfort in making small drawings on the edge of paper, his a-die always seems to have a broken smile whenever lan sizhui shows him his small doodles and lan-laoshi, his grandshufu just scoffs and chides him for making his notes messy
so lan sizhui draws a painting for his grandshufu, because those are not notes but deliberate drawing and he has a goal in his mind, lan sizhui gifts his grandshufu with a drawing of rabbits because he likes rabbits and his a-die likes rabbits so his grandshufu should as well
unknowingly he brings grief, pain, guilt and emotions adults never seem to be able to name to his family, he doesn’t know why but a-die always looks at him like he lost something, lan sizhui doesn’t know what it is, he once tries to ask his shufu but lan xichen just smiles and tells him not to worry about it
lan sizhui wonders but doesn’t dare to ask, especially not after he hears his a-die argue with his grandshufu about some adult things
his a-die is never mad, his shufu is always smiling and his grandshufu is always angry, and lan sizhui feels like sometimes it’s all because of him, he knows he’s too young to understand yet but how can a child not see those emotions waver whenever they brush their gaze towards him, one broken, second painful and third guilty
he doddles on pieces of paper because he likes to do it, until his a-die grasps his hand pulling him away from drawing, reminding him to work on his talismans, he nods and doesn’t doodle, at some point it starts to hurt him as well, drawing - things he for some reason cannot remember, a face he could not recall
little lan sizhui briefly wonders if it’s the same face that brings grief to his family, someone who once was
yall look at this shit ad*be is tryna pull now on ppl who have outdated software:
(note for context: i’m all for piracy, but in this case my copy of CS6 was downloaded years ago when they were giving it away to students. i got it totally legally.)
so here is what NOT to do if you’re a loyal fan of adobe who has the cash to shell out for a newer and shittier version of the product you already paid for.
1) DON’T use your search bar to find and open the Run app
2) DON’T type in services.msc
3) DON’T find Adobe Genuine Software Integrity Services and right-click to get a dropdown menu, and don’t select ‘properties’
4) if you happen to click properties, DON’T use the startup type dropdown to locate the option to disable the program. be sure you DON’T click apply to finalize that change.
5) DO NOT do the same thing in order to also disable Adobe Genuine Software Monitor
if you do all of these things, this WILL disable adobe’s ability to monitor the software, and you will be forced to continue using the same older software that you already paid for instead of having to sign up for a newer, shittier version and pay more for it. so if you have lots of cash to spare and are cool with putting it the pockets of racketeering capitalists, definitely don’t do any of these things.
however, you SHOULD reblog this to spread the word, as we certainly want to make sure lots of people know what NOT to do :)
Nie Huaisang: I have an idea for a new attraction! Welcome to 'Mother' Land! Where you can meet a loving mother and adorable son.
Wei Wuxian: That's just a picture of me holding A-Yuan?
Nie Huaisang: Exactly!
Wei Wuxian: oh, fuck you, Huaisang.
Jiang Cheng: Like you wouldn't enjoy it.
Nie Huaisang: Don't worry Wei-Xiong! I got you a loving husband too!
Jiang Cheng: Where did you get that picture of Lan Wangji actually smiling?
Nie Huaisang: I just waited for Wei-Xiong to do something he thought was cute, which is practically anything. It took me less than five seconds of them being in the same room together.
