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strawberryvanillafrosting · 3 months

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success life story ♡

heyy i'm here to share about my success story, the beginning is only before i started manifesting and about when i just started, all my success are on the very end of the blog, so feel free to skip directly at it if you're not interest by all the rambling !

have a good read ☆

michiko is so pretty, i've literally been told so many times i looked liker <3

the old story that i don’t live in anymore

okay so before i didn’t hate my life, at all, but i just found very dull and so poor of entertaining like it was just too fucking regular and repetitive.also a bit depressing. i thought of myself of such an unlucky girl before and i was like affirming all the fucking time that i was unlucky and guess what? everything really used to go the way i didn’t want it to go every single damn time and i’d be like i knew it im so unlucky boo-hoo.

same for the money i would just go every single fucking day rambling to my friends how poor i was and how i wanted money so bad and the same story every single fucking for days, weeks, months.

i really wanted a new appartement and my own room cause i used to share same room as my sister and it really was getting on my nerves, i had no privacy and place for myself. the apartment was small, my mum always kept complaining about it and then she would argue about my dad about it but the reason why we couldn’t move out despite trying for several months was cause my dad had whole lotta debts and my mom had a really low paying and hard job she was exhausted and, it was quiet hard to see them being this unhappy and they still tried their hardest to make us happy so i really wanted to get back at them.

about social life i had very few friends and barely went out, i'd say probably one time a month. and i really wanted to get that life of the party, and those big ass friends group and also i was crazy desperate about having black friends cause i am black and literally the only black out here without none of black friends and i felt pretty left out like wtf am i the only black girl with no black friends cause all of them (that's so dumb tho.. ) were friends and gets invited to the most fun hangouts and i was embarrassingly jealous of that and also complained a lot about it…and kept asking tf was wrong with me.

STRONGLY on this one : i wanted a relationship so bad and i kept hating and being sad to those couple on tiktok’s. one time i actually cried cuz i wanted a boys’s love so bad like i was craving it so bad. i was in such despair state before..cringy ahh ☠️

i used to be rlly insecure about my looks too even tho at some moments i felt more confident, i kept comparing myself and waisting dozens of minutes enumerating my "flaws ". i knew about manifestation but not really about law of assumption , for me manifesting was really all about listening to subliminals, method and scripting. we all once knew that phase yeah? i used to manifest from time to time but then would just give up again,since i was not seeing results and so on. so useful wow.and then there’s the others things like mediocre grades, poor family health, just constant tiredness and fatigue feeling,

tw : mention of being depressed,sh,ed, : felt empty like life had absolutely no meaning, suicidal thoughts, tried to end by over-consumption of medication, self-harm and bulimia, constant complaining and NEGATIVE ONLY mindset.

but now, NOW i tell you ever single thing i’ve just listed changed completely like every single damn thing i’ve just listed is no more, it’s out of the date, dead, buried and no longer existing !

it clicked

then at some point at my life i was just like. yk what? fuck i just wanna change it all. then i really like really got into it all over again and for good. no more 1 week i try then giving up cause i ain’t seeing no « results ».

i watched hours and hours of ppl talking about loa (i’m not saying you should do this at all it’s just that i was very under-informed and wanted to know everything about loa)on youtube, shoutout to rita kaminski and hyler who really put me into it and informed me. then i started reading neville’s pdf books, and tumblr blogs, kinda overconsuming but i liked getting myself informed.

and then that’s where everything started and that i got aware of all the power i actually hold. all the things i actually can do just cause of my mind. i wrote down all my wishes in present tense ,like every single aspect i wanted to change/have in my life. and i started fully living in the end like really got myself into and at first of course, wavering from time to time in the beginning. it was pretty easy for me since i was used to manifestation.but what i didn’t do before is persist no matter what and that’s what was really tricky for me in the beginning to persist no matter what and not just give up to bullshit 3D. but when i kept moving forward no matter the 3D and made it facts the only my 4D matters and everything has already happened, ALL and every single wish down to the last one flowed into my life. ONE by ONE every single hour of the day i would get my manifestations down to the last letter i wrote in my notes.every single thing

success storyy

in a matter of few weeks like really 3 week-ish like- 1 month max.

starting off LUCK i’m extremely lucky now every single time i play gambling activities i win. i’ve won insane amounts at scratch cards i think i’ve won in total more than 5’000$. JUST FROM SCRATCH CARDS.and before i started i NEVER EVER WON. now whenever i play there’s not one time that i’ll win absolutely nothing even just a small prize

won huge lottery prize (from 200 to 12k the biggest i’ve won yet)

winning a gambling games, either online or dice rolling luck,bets, bingos etc.. its literally insane every one keep telling that i literally has got god’s blessing (i’m the god guys🥰)

financially freedom, my parents upgraded jobs and i’ve got lots of incomes + the money my parents give me

all the debts my dad had, he got rid of ALL of them and when i tell you mf had a lot of em☠️

move out in a new huge ass condo which is a duplex (like really like i wrote it it’s actually scary how powerful we are..) I’VE FINALLY GOT MY OWN ROOM and we’re getting my desired furnitures and decorating the house i’m so grateful

friends and popularity i think biggest shock for me is really this. like my social life has gone from very paisible to completely fully booked and passioning life. like seriously i’ve been to more parties, concerts, birthdays, and hangouts during the last 2 weeks holidays than in my entire life

got lot of new friends, healthy relationships and quality time passed on lots of fun activities and sm memories

black groups friend. WITH AN S.so thankful to myself to be this good a manifestation i litteraly got into a black friend group of girls and i’ve never felt more at my place and understood this much. and these girls know the black group boys (when i tell you that 2y ago they were the person that i wanted to be close with so bad..also they’re really hot and funny lol)so we hung out with them and i was literally so highlighted and became pretty much friends with all of them !!

my man. HELLO I LITERALLY MANIFESTED MY DREAM RELATIONSHIP? when i met him i didn’t actually realize right on the spot that he was exactly how i wanted him to be and reading back to when i scripted out all the things i wanted at the beginning, everything matched. he’s literally physically and mentally the man of my dream LIKE REALLY. we’re no bf and gf YET cause it’s just a little soon but we see each others super often and we have the best relationship ever i swear it’s giving wattpad. the flirting is crazyyy.

dream bod.from head to toe my desired body. heavy on the lower body all for that azz and wide hips.ive got smooth and clear skin and smell good all the time!! litteraly flawless face + got my braces which suits so much and dimples

plenty of vacations (went to ibiza, usa and dubai )

lenient parents they use to be so strict before i swear its crazy they let me go so easily now, i can hangout without asking 3 days ,like they accept even if i've gotta go in the next hour or if wanna go on trip that's in another country. i can come back home so much later too

attractive & magnetic aura + being really charismatic (everyone i met keep telling me i’ve got this thing that really makes them want me, get closer to me)

good grades without doing much

perfect self-concept - as i kept living 24/7 in the state of wish fulfilled, my self concept only got better making me really know what i’m worth and never wavering/ going back to the old story

whole ass pc set up

all of my desired skincare/makeups/shoes/clothes

and so much more...

outro

i hope y'all liked my blog and that it motivated some of you to NEVER GIVE UP cause y'all are reallyy some powerful mfs and y'all already got all of yours desires !!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ honey kisses, shayama

#manifesting #law of assumption #sucess story #loa success #loa blog #loassumption #neville goddard #self concept #nondualism #void state #state of the wish fullfilled

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versethetic · 1 month

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NOT PERFECT. JUST LOYAL.

i like to keep things real here so i tend to share my slight struggles with loa so that others who’ve gone through the same thing don’t beat themselves up over it.

but i’ve actually only fully understood what it means to live in imagination for a little while now;, and then put it to good use just a couple weeks ago.

despite knowing about the law for over a year…💀

OVER. A. YEAR…💀💀💀

even then, i got so caught up in making the images in my head perfect, or making sure i’m “saying the right affirmations" which obviously didn't help my case

i love reading loa posts because they make me feel nice and inspired and just remind me of my power but i somehow equated that as me overconsuming info and then i would spiral within my own head.

i would barely think of my desires as mine and when i did for only a day or two, i’d then turn around and believe that i wasn’t doing enough, that i need to affirm more or visualize for an hour and walk through every step of my day in my new perfect life or else it wouldn't manifest.

loyal according to merriam webster is "unswerving in allegiance"

all the way up until a couple weeks ago, i was not loyal to the idea that my imagination is all i need. i was not loyal to the idea that the 3d means absolutely nothing in terms of “getting” what you want, because there was nothing for me to get. now, i have become loyal to already having my perfect life.

i am that bitch. i am the prettiest princess. i am the smartest in school. i am the most famous. but i didn't need to have the perfect mindset with loa to realize it.

do you see where i’m going with this?

IMAGINATION IS ALL YOU NEED

granted, i had my days after this realization where i still struggled with techniques or accepting my new life as mine, but now i know that if i don’t identify with these things, it has not a single setback on my manifestations.

no matter what i was feeling, i told myself “i have it, my life is perfect, i am calm, i have it in imagination, the old senses are dead to me, i know what’s in my mind is the real truth”

when loa blogs say that you know you have it, it’s not some cheap trick they spew out because everyone else is saying it. if you imagine what you want, it’s officially set in stone. what you think comes to life.

the 3d is the afterimage, the product of a movie you directed, wrote, produced and starred in. you just need to stick with this fact through thick and thin, sleet or snow.

YOU are what the 3d answers to.

YOU are what the mirror reflects.

YOU decide how simple things are for you.

if you woke up and the old senses in front of your human eyes still show something you don’t like, are you gonna take that as a fact?

when you know and are loyal to the fact that your godly brain is showing you that devoted sp you have? that grand big mansion you live in? that whole new life you’re dwelling in?

NO. you’re not. think of you and you're 4d as BFFs who'll never separate, who tell each other everything and have those bff necklaces and go everywhere and do everything with each other. or imagine you're a ceo and your 4d is a loyal secretary who never asks questions and simply obeys whatever you tell it to do, because it trusts YOU. it works for YOU. however you wanna see it, you and your 4d are locked in 🔐🤞, okay? it is not separate from you, it does not seek guidance or information from anywhere other than YOU.

IT IS YOU.

and it took me a long time to see that.

it might be hard at first and the acceptance might not always be there. but i am making a conscious effort to at LEAST continuously tell myself that my imagination is all that matters. to at LEAST believe that what i want is already mine, and that’s the LEAST you can do as well.

your journey does not have to be perfect. your mindset does not have to be perfect. your feelings do not have to be perfect. mine definitely weren't. you just need to be loyal to your imagination.

#loa #law of assumption #loassumption #reality shifting #shifting #shifting realities #manifesting #manifestation #desired reality #verse diary

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222empyeranenby222 · 2 years

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Birth-right

❦ I was born to succeed in every area of my life

❦ I was born and destined to fulfill my hearts deepest longings and desires

❦ From the day of my birth my victory was written into the stars

❦ it’s so effortless being a born winner

❦ I’m doing everything right and my manifestations are already mine

❦ I already have everything I desire and deserve and I only deserve the absolute best

❦ It’s so effortless to attract and manifest good things in my life because I am a amazing person

❦ I am the master at persistence, persisting is so fun and easy

❦ It’s so effortless to commit myself to my manifestations,

❦ Persisting is easy, effortless and enjoyable

❦ I love persisting in my desires because I always get what I want when I persist

❦ I always stick with my methods and stick with my manifestations both in my 3D and 4D reality!

❦ I’m a master at persisting in my desires and because of that I’m a master of getting what I want.

❦ I already have my results because I was born a master manifestor obviously

❦ I always get what I want when I want and I always will

❦ Getting what I want and desire is simply my birthright

❦ Being loved and cherished by those around me and especially my {SP} is literally my birthright

❦ I always get what I want of course, I’m me!

❦ Achieving my goals and having my desires are my birthright

❦ I have everything I could’ve ever wanted and I’m still getting better and newer things

❦ Manifesting effortlessly and having success with every single manifestation method is my birthright

❦ Love, companionship, money, legacy and fame are all mine by birthright

❦ I am loved by virtue of being me

❦ Getting what I want and achieving my goals is inherently a part of who I am

❦ I am inherently lovable in every single way

❦ This reality is my kingdom and I lay down every single law

❦ It is law that I am always praised adored and pampered, because I’m me of course

❦ I was born to be cherished and adored, I was born to succeed and thrive it is literally carved into the laws of this universe

❦ My desired person is OBSESSED with me, and why wouldn’t they be? I was born perfect

❦ I always win at everything, school, career and love

❦ By birthright I am always handed my every wish whim and desire on a silver platter

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truetogaia · 1 year

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Hi just wondering if you would be open to writing a headcanon with some of the male avatar characters where their female mate is insecure about her chest?

featuring: Tsu’tey, Jake, Quaritch, Tonowari.

genre: headcanons

warnings: mentions of body dysmorphia, insecurities, like strong language??, quaritch is a dick because he doesn't understand but he eventually realizes!!

notes: HI OF COURSE I WILL!!! Also, If this is a request based on you, I'm so sorry you have to feel that way. You are a creation of earth herself, one of many beautiful beings wandering this planet of life. I know it might not be of much help, but you are quite literally stardust, created in a supernova explosion billions of years ago. Your skin was formed out of the cosmos, your soul is a domain of the universe and your body is the divine fortress of the galaxies and the heavenly bodies littering the sky, molded specifically for your spirit. Humanity has completely turned away from their mother and have created the concept of unbelievable beauty standards, which, by the way, do not even align with the laws of nature?? Don’t listen to social media. Think of yourself as a star, a celestial being, because that's what we all are, that is what you are.

okay, now for the actual request!! SORRY

JAKE

Jake is absolutely obsessed with every single part of you. And sure, he is a very sexual man, always goofing around intimately, but regarding matters like these, he can be extremely serious. He loves every inch of blue skin covering your body, and adores every curve that gives shape to it. There is not one thing that he would change about you, he wouldn't dream to design you any differently if he got the chance to. So when you finally opened up about your insecurities regarding your chest, he was baffled. Never in a million years did he think you could carry these insecurities about something so indescribably perfect.

He spent every following day trying his utmost best to make you forget those absurdities, drowning you in reassuring and loving words, making sure you knew exactly how jaw dropping you truly are.

“y/n, listen to me.” Your gaze shifted uncomfortably around the room, not daring to meet your mates eyes. “Hey,” he gently grabbed your hands, placing them against his chest, “this heart,” you felt it thump wildly beneath your palms, “its purpose is to love you, and It serves its purpose every day, without fail. You are undoubtedly the most beautiful being this world has created, there is not a single error on your beautiful body.”

You had him wrapped around your finger, he would do whatever was needed for you to feel as loved and beautiful as you are, and he was gonna make damn sure you knew of it.

TONOWARI

Wari could not believe his pointy ears. His main priority had always been to make sure you were completely aware of the immense love he held for you in his heart. The words that left your mouth were nonsense, and his brain was trying to puzzle it together. There was absolutely no reason for such an astonishing, ravaging person as yourself to feel that way. His heart ached as your eyes darted to the floor at his expression. His eyes told of the utter confusion he experienced, and you felt stupid.

“I’m sorry, I know It’s stupid and all but.. I can’t help but feel this way sometimes.” You finally managed to meet his gaze, and when you locked eyes, his features immediately softened.

“My beautiful girl, you are as ravaging as the ocean, and as heavenly as the cosmos. Your mere presence is enough to send a million men to their knees, enough to make me never want to forget a single thing regarding you. Even after death, I want every trivial, petty detail to stay with me until the end of time itself.”

Your smile makes his heart tingle slightly, a warm sensation spreading in your face. He gently cupped your jaw, lifting your face to look up at him. “Oel ngati kameie, y/n.” Your foreheads pressed together as you closed your eyes, reveling in the gentle affirmations before repeating his words back to him.

QUARITCH

Quaritch is a man who doesn’t enjoy being emotional. He isn’t emotionally available at all, physically and mentally recoiling at the mention or thought of being openly affectionate on an emotional level with someone. But when you came into his life, something switched in him. He tried his best to be at least.. somewhat open and supportive. He tries his best, I promise.

But, when you opened up to him about your insecurities, his brain malfunctioned. He couldn't connect the dots you so desperately gave to him. The two of you were in bed when you told him, your head was propped up on his bicep as he laid on his back. His tail nervously flicked around, he was trying to come up with a solution, like the strategist that he is, but he turned up empty handed.

“Sorry, sweetie, but what the hell are you talking about?” He turned his face to you, eyes slightly narrowed as he tried to make sense of your words. You twisted and squirmed uncomfortably.

“I don’t know.. S’ just that sometimes I feel like.. You know.. It's not as beautiful as you think it is.” He almost laughed at that, snorting as he tried suppressing the itching laughter. When his little fit of chuckles ended, he looked down at you again. You were frowning, lip slightly quivering as your face was turned away. He realized his mistakes, a slight panic settling over him as he shifted his body towards you and softly placed his hand on the side of your face, turning you to him again.

“I’m so sorry, bunny. I didn’t mean to make you upset, you know that.” You looked up at him, sensing a genuine apologetic aura from him. “You’re my finest, most amazing prize, pumpkin. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you.” A smile spread on your face as your dear mate tried his best to comfort you. You knew he didn’t have a way with words, but him trying meant so much.

TSU’TEY

Tsu’tey is such a sweetheart when it comes to his mate. He showers them in praises and compliments, love and adoration. His heart swells with pride each time the two of you go out, reveling in the jealous looks from the other males. He knew something was off the minute you started doubting yourself. He didn’t even give you a moment to think about it.

“Yawne, is something wrong?” The two of you were sat in your shared home, nuzzled together in front of the head of the fire. You shook your head, locking your gaze on the flames eagerly licking the wood.

“I know when you're lying.” He was right. He always knew, right from the start. Even before the lies had formed on your tongue. “I’ve noticed the way you look at yourself in your reflection.” Your head shot up at that, turning to him. “Whatever it is, stop. Yawne, you are so mesmerizing, truly. There is no better mate, I mean it.”

You placed your head on his hard shoulder, sighing while fiddling with your hands. Tsu’tey grabbed them with his unoccupied hand, and brought them to his lap. “Tell me, ma tsawksyul, what is eating you?”

A tiny tear almost went unnoticed by you, until tsu’tey calmly wiped it away with his thumb. You finally opened up, spilling your heart out to him. His heart twinged with the knowledge that you had felt this way all this time, and he hadn’t known.

“My sweet girl, you are the omaticaya’s most beautiful woman. I did not mate with you just because of your amazing personality, the clan's most fierce warrior has his standard high, you know.” A giggle left your lips and it soon turned into a fit of laughter. He smiled, heart warming with each wheeze that left your lungs.

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Dunno if you do multi-character scenarios but I'm going to ask anyway👻 I thought about a fluff/angst one in which Zoro and Law's (seperate) s/o was critically injured in a fight but kept on fighting and then after the battle passing out for a week. When they wake up they ask them why they did it they say something along the lines of "I promised you I wouldn't die and I keep my promises" (sorry if it's too specififc, this idea had been swimming in my head for days😅)

hiii so sorry this took so long, work keeps me busy these days ♥️ ꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ hope this was enough angst for you 🤓

1.2k words, gn reader (no pronouns, babey), sfw, angst-lite, maybe a bit of fluff (i’m not gr8 at it ok), no real warnings

there’s never a good time to say i told you so; it’s not really built in him to hold things like that over people — not seriously, anyway — but with you, he constantly feels like saying i told you so. you push yourself harder than necessary; is it to compensate for a lack of strength? is it to challenge yourself? or to prove your worth to your crew?

it baffles him constantly. the beauty of working as a unit alongside luffy and that pompous, idiot cook, is that he rarely has to worry about them not being able to take care of themselves. and maybe it’s because you two are dating that this feels a little different; but he doesn’t like it, not one bit.

he hates seeing you get hurt, hates the way you leap headfirst into danger, hates how you nearly escape death almost every single time. it’s not enough for him to be strong enough to protect his captain and the rest of the crew — but he has to make sure that you’re protected too. between you and luffy, he’s not sure who he values more — and, it’s never been a contest, as you have always understood the love he holds for his captain. it’s hard not to care for him.

but, when you willingly throw yourself in danger like that, his priorities shift.

it’s not enough that chopper is a phenomenal doctor, that they rushed you to him as soon as they could, or that he started treatment right away. there aren’t many things that frighten zoro, but the sight of your unmoving body on the battlefield brings every single anxious thought to life. he paces through the corridors, snaps at everyone else, refuses to sleep, and barely eats.

everything about your condition consumes his thoughts; he never thought his heart would ever be a source of weakness for him, but it is. still, he stays by your side as you rest, sleep evading him day in and day out. nighttime is the worst, because the silence of the ship rouses the shadows around your room — and, naturally, he hallucinates. all he hears are taunts of his inability to protect you, of his incompetence, of how he isn’t strong enough.

when you do eventually wake up, he’s seated at your bedside, nodding off but not quite sleeping completely, the restlessness has gotten to him badly enough that any movement he detects has him up and alert. despite sleeping for all that time — and, a week is a long time — you roll over and yawn, the fatigue still lingering over your body, in your mind. it’s hard to focus but when you see him sitting there, you manage to reach a hand out and brush your fingers against his knee.

if he wasn’t so aware of your presence, he’d swear he was hallucinating. he opens his mouth, but closes it right away, thoughts swimming around clumsily in his mind. he’s absolutely exhausted, but he asks only one question.

“why?”

his voice is so quiet you almost don’t hear him, but you see the severe expression on his face, the dark circles underneath his eyes, and you only smile gently in response before giving him your true answer.

“remember, what i promised you?” you pause, give him a moment to think, but eventually add, “i told you that i wouldn’t die. and i always keep my promises.” it’s such a bold, absurd statement that it makes him laugh —for the first time in days, actually — you end up laughing alongside him and rolling onto your back, giving him room to climb into the bed with you. you don’t consider yourself a reckless person, but that brush with death was a little too close for comfort.

to be frank, he’s quite disappointed in you; your blatant disregard for following his directives, for wanting to do your own thing — following your own path, and whatnot — for making him worry as a doctor, as your captain, and as your lover, really sends him spirilling. it’s all too new for him, honestly.

normally, everyone falls in line, they don’t exactly question his authority, but they trust him implicitly. he’s told you time and time again, plans are made for a reason. there are contingency plans for those original plans that are also made for a reason. law spends a lot of time planning — and brooding. but, he always manages to find a way to also have separate plans for you too.

except— you still throw him for a loop, still deviate from his predictions, still give him more wrinkles than he cares to deal with. trafalgar law, by nature, is extremely patient — he has to be, the pirate world is brutal, unforgiving, and there’s little room for mistakes. so, when you end up wounded, end up on the verge of death, practically bleeding out in his arms, he makes it his business to do everything to save your life.

and he does. he knows your body needs rest, knows he shouldn’t fuss over you in secret, knows he shouldn’t be hard on his crewmates when really he’s just stressed over you. but he can’t help it. at night he finds himself unable to sleep, and despite bepo telling him to take better care of himself, he refuses. because what’s the point if you never wake up?

the thought haunts him; he’s barely eaten and has consumed enough coffee to keep him awake for weeks. it’s in the middle of a warm afternoon when you finally wake up; a week in bed has your bones and body aching, although you suppose it might also have to do with you being severely injured not too long ago. but, you notice your captain right away, staring at you with a strange look on his face. it’s a mix between disbelief, fury, and relief.

“care to explain yourself?” his tone is even, much too calm for the explosive feelings that lie deep inside of him. he keeps telling himself to keep it together but feels his control slipping.

you don’t have any legitimate excuse, but you sigh a bit, press your lips together and think. the mattress dips under his weight as he sits next to you, his fingers tilting your chin up so you can look at him properly. “i’m waiting,” he says, the words coming out more curt than he means for them to be.

an idea forms in your head; when in doubt, a bit of light banter always gets you out of tricky situations especially with him.

“like i said ages ago,” you start, a cheeky grin appearing on your weary face, “i don’t die easily, and even if i do happen to die, i’ll still come back.” it’s not funny at all, but you do your best to school your features. law stares at you for a bit longer than he means to and, finally, sighs.

“you’re such a handful,” he scolds, but you can hear the tenderness behind his words, his fingers moving to glide along your jaw. and you smile to yourself, despite the fact that you could have died for real, making a mental note to try and not make your boyfriend worry more than he needs to.

#one piece imagine #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #fic request #one piece angst #zoro angst #law angst #trafalgar law x y/n #one piece hcs

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mikasimaginairyworld · 1 year

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The Crows as incorrect quotes

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Kaz at the beginning of SoC: 'some of you may die but that's a risk I'm willing to take.'

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Inej:'You seem familiar. Have I threatened you before?'

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Wylan: 'I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.'

Jesper:' It's not a joke'

Jesper: sniffles

Jesper:'I'm a legit snack.'

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Kaz:'Okay, I get it. You've had a hard time recently. You're stressed, depressed, seven people have died-'

Wylan:'Twelve, Kaz.'

Kaz: 'Not the point. They're dead now and whose fault is that?'

Wylan: 'Yours!'

Kaz: 'That's right: no one's.'

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Nina: 'Is something burning?'

Matthias: 'Only my love for you.'

Nina: 'Matthias, the toaster is on fire.'

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Jesper: '.. .----. --/ ... --- .-. .-. -.--' (I'm sorry)

Kaz: 'Jesper, what is that?'

Wylan: 'Morse code for I'm sorry.'

Jesper: 'Actually is remorse code.'

Kaz: 'I'm actually even more angry.'

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Kaz: 'I'm not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!'

Inej: 'Oh really? Name one law.'

Kaz: 'Don't kill people?'

Inej: 'This one's on me, I set the bar too low.'

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Nina: 'Must be hard not being able to laugh.'

Kaz: 'I do have a sense of humour, you know.'

Nina: 'I've never heard you laugh before.'

Kaz:'You've never said anything funny.'

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Jesper: 'Just be yourself.'

Kaz: 'Be myself? Jesper, I have one day to win Inej over. How long did it take before you guys started to like me?'

Wylan: 'A couple of weeks.'

Nina: 'Six months.'

Matthias: 'The jury's still out.'

Kaz: 'See, Jesper?'

Kaz: 'Be myself. What kind of garbage advice is that?'

---

Kaz: 'Time for plan G'

Inej: 'Don't you mean plan B?'

Kaz: 'No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.'

Nina: 'What about plan D?'

Kaz: 'Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.'

Wylan: 'What about plan E?'

Kaz: 'Im hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.'

Matthias: 'I like plan E.'

---

Matthias: 'Would you guys be there if I was going through something?'

Wylan:'Nope, absolutely not.'

Inej:'I hope it sucks whatever you're going through.'

Jesper: 'I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.'

Nina:' I hop you reach out to me so I can ignore you.'

Kaz: 'I can't wait to go to your funeral knowing I could've changed the outcome.'

---

Wylan, walking into his house: 'Hello people who do not live here.'

Kaz:'Hey.'

Inej:'Hi.'

Jesper:'Hello'

Matthias: 'Hey!'

Wylan:'I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!'

Nina: 'We were out of Doritos.'

---

Nina: 'Croissants: dropped.'

Matthias: 'Road: world ahead.'

Jesper: 'BBQ sauce: on my titties.'

Inej: 'Shavacado: fre.'

Wylan: 'Miss Keisha: fuckin dead.'

Kaz: 'I don't understand word of that and I hate every single one of you.'

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Jesper: 'I love you guys. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!'

Inej: 'We're the best things that's ever happened to you?'

Jesper: 'Yes!'

Kaz: 'I feel sorry for you.'

---

Kaz: 'Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life '

Inej: 'Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?'

Kaz: 'Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.'

Jesper: 'edible'

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Wylan: 'I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it'

Kaz: 'Just rip the bandage off.'

Wylan: 'It’s Jesper.'

Kaz: 'Put the bandage back on.'

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Jesper: 'So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Wylan does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?'

Nina: 'If Wylan were to jump off a cliff, he would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Wylan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.'

Jesper: 'You jump off a cliff!'

Nina: 'Gladly. Provided Wylan did first.'

---

Kaz: 'Inej and I don’t use pet names.'

Nina: 'I see. Hey, what do bees make?'

Kaz: 'Honey?'

Inej:' Yes, dear?'

Kaz:

Nina:' Don't ever lie to my face again.'

#six of crows #incorrect quotes #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #jesper fahey #kanej #wesper #helnik

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I suck horribly at actually talking to people but I NEED to make it known how much I've loved and enjoyed your jade fics!!! Every single one has been a total banger., i've been fed so well.

I absolutely loved the readers lack of autonomy in your japanese folklore fic (im typing off memory so my spelling of everything will be off) they didn't have a choice in anything. fish wife <3 I'll admit I was a little confused with the Garappo, i truly thought it was some weird suicide until Jade later mentioned it. And why Floyd mentioned his brother dying to one, (I honestly thought it was supposed to be jade creature)

AGHHHH fish wife??? really?? fish wife??? the ending was so delicious, i could almost visualize it. so lovely. the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy. I'm not sure what you envisioned for their future, but I can imagine that lack of autonomy will be more of a pressing issue than it was. God, the view of that though!!! Someone you only remember when you're too hazy to be in the real world, someone that's been with you throughout your life, someone that's wanted you since you could remember. isn't that so romantic? Finally together where the sun can't part you, under the water.

i dont know how to really explain what im feeling, or what i think, but i feel like it's such a poignant visual to be killed by this Jade in that way. It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like, it's this feeling of intrigue, anticipation, idk. I always get that feeling reading your fics and also HOLY FUCK THEYRE SO LONG!!!!!!

and dont think i've forgotten your other fics LOL im ready to talk about those too holy fuck. I don't have that much to say unfortunately, I really enjoyed them just as much but I'm far more speechless. The Jade fic based off of Mera's god! Floyd was... really nice. The altar scene felt like Jade was punishing them for something. That's just how the bee crumbles, though. "sadist" might not rhyme with "jade" but it's basically the same word anyway... I loved watching Jade's opinion of Reader change over the time skips, he goes from mild annoyance/hate or, idk, repulsion (?) to interest, to love (menace style).

The reader fulfilling nothing in the end was certainly something. I loved it.

I've never really had a family, so I can't understand reader's motivations in your "crowley finds a way to send Yuu home" fic, but it made me wish I had one. I enjoyed the ending, the usage of the ghost camera. Poor Jade, really. I don't have much to say, because I'm not personally a fan of angst.

I feel like I can safely say you're my favorite writer, even above Mera. (who i now know you're also a fan of!!! which is neat!!!!!)

i know i probably could've DMed you but I feel like an ask is more appropriate >:) i hope you enjoy the long ask, as an artist myself this is kinda like tags on my art, and i really feel like you deserve that happiness. not good at talking, my bad!!!!

oh the way this made my day, i’m on break for my 6-2 shift and just AAAAAAAAAA thank you thank you thank you for this ask (*≧∀≦*) i’m geeking over here man,, i’m so flattered

okay to answer the first thing about why Floyd mentions his brother got killed by one!! the entire point of him going there is to check if his future sibling in law opinion on yokai, his brother’s lovesick so Floyds on the case

he had to make the reader let him stay!! the idea of the garappa outside is more terrifying to the reader than letting in a stranger & he mentions his brother dying to one (falsely!!! he’s lying ofc!!!)

bc the reader’s like oh that sounds familiar for him to have a brother, that fits into place — doubled with the bath salts, it’s an ease slip inside the shrine

“the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy.” dude why did you write Sundo better than me??? why did you write the whole thesis of Sundo in a more poetic and all around better way that i ever could holy shit

also if i was the reader i’d give into to be an umi bozu so easily,, like the eldritch beauty of becoming something truly incomprehensible, some Berserk-esque creature

like look at this!!!!! it would be so cool to be this!!!!! GIANT FISH WIFE!!!!

AAAAA to be a huge monster loved and adored by your husband who stole/shares your immortal soul and infects your memory like a leech 💕💕

“It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like,” AAAAA THANK YOU!!! (￣个￣) this particular part has me geeking,, i’m a big video game fan so to mimic that feeling of completeness, integrality!!!

and yeah i’m always worried about length bc i’m too fluent in yappanese when it comes to writing

the altar scene in Psilocybin was definitely a mixture of punishment and accepting them into his world — he’s always going to be salty that he does not know what fear tastes, smells, looks like upon the reader! (〃´∀｀)

i’m a HUGE momma’s girl so that’s where the theme of Schism came from haha and i love Tool’s music — thank you for saying u like the ghost camera usage, i was worried the audience might not get this BUT reader does not end up leaving; that end scene is specifically with the fragment of her soul from the photograph on Jade’s desk

ALSO MORE THAN MERA???? AAAAA THATS CRAZY PRAISE 💕💕💕 (O∆O)

UM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <<<3 im tattooing it in my head forever!!!! also ure my first mutual and it’s such an honor bc you’re so incredibly talented and AAAA i’m still geeking 💕

#re l rambling

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Hot Fuzz (2007), Dir. Edgar Wright, Starring Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost.

Big cops. Small town. Moderate Violence.

And here is the next entry in the Cornetto Trilogy Journal Entries series (C. T. J. E.’s for short), and this time (a little predictably), it’s the phenomenal and timeless Hot Fuzz!

For this entry, you can see I went all in with the b&w with one specific colour highlight visual motif, but for this one, instead of using weird halo-ish shadows like I did for Shaun, here I used a bunch of little lines, not only to imitate cross-stitching (which I think is lovely) but to also, admittedly a bit shittily, imitate the look of action comics, the ones where cops always fight the bad guys. I didn’t quite succeed but it isn’t hideous.

I’m honestly very happy with how this one turned out! Not quite the same charisma as Shaun, but still on theme and it’s cute.

Shaun was the birth of my fascination for everything Cornetto related, and Hot Fuzz was the consolidation.

While I was already excited to watch Shaun and had heard a fair deal about it, before finding out about the Cornetto Trilogy, I had NO idea hot fuzz existed, so when I did watch it, it had no reputation to precede it, I watched it entirely blind.

So, it actually surprised me how immediately I was captivated by it, the opening sequence where the narrator describes the sleuth of qualifications and achievements by Nic’s hand had me glued to the screen! And the scene where Nic is transferred to the countryside, man. I must have rewinded that scene so many times that I lost count!

I loved Hot Fuzz to death and I hadn’t even gotten to half of the halfway point.

Simon as Nic was nothing short of amazing, despite him being incredibly uptight and strictly law-abiding, I never once found him tiresome or arrogant, hell, the scene where Nic age checks all the minor patrons in the bar was one of my favourite in the entire film. And that scene where Nic is riding the train out of London and we constantly cut to “WELCOME” signs for various towns and Nic’s phone signal decreasing with each cut, that IS true filmmaking.

And then of course, Nic’s shenanigans once he arrives in town are incredibly entertaining, there’s a certain charm to him taking everything way too seriously while being offered cake, and being screamed at about how long the precinct will have ice cream for. And there’s even more magic when you realise that amidst all that quirk and tomfoolery, Nic and Danny are already starting to build something together.

I was absolutely enchanted by Danny asking Nic all those funny little questions about what it felt like to be stabbed, or if there really was a spot in the head where if you got shot your head would blow up, like a child would with his parents, and that immediately set me on the Butterangel train ngl.

(and then, oh my god, the quirky little side quests Nic got sent to with Danny, like the old man with the bomb in his shed, that Nic couldn’t understand due to his heavy country accent, or the bit with the goose, which obviously is immortal to this day).

Hot Fuzz obviously has a plot of its own, and that plot is absolutely amazing and the twists keep you on the edge of your seat, but it also is mainly about the relationship between Nic and Danny. And I found every single step of it charming and heartwarming! I remember actually squealing with excitement at every little step forward they each took towards opening up to each other, like Nic staying up all night with Danny to watch his favourite movies, or Nic winning Danny that plushie at the town fair, or the fucking FLOWER SHOP SCENEEEEE, I have truly never felt so touched by an *action* film before, even just remembering all those little details makes me smile :)

Hot Fuzz may be about a big town cop getting sent and adjusted to live in a small countryside town where nothing *appears* to happen, but it’s also about finding the little silver linings in those moments of life where you feel betrayed or let down, and maybe you’ll find more than a silver lining, you’ll find a little nugget of gold, like Nic found Danny, and like I found this movie.

Hot Fuzz!

10/10. Obviously

#the cornetto trilogy #simon pegg #nick frost #edgar wright #hot fuzz #nic angel #danny butterman #movie #journal #movie journal #journal entry #movie thoughts #this is a soliloquy at this point

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A Tearful Anniversary

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Donquixote Rosinante x Reader

CW/TW: Mentions of death & grief.

Word Count: 474

Summary: It is what would have been your wedding anniversary with Rosinante. However, it's not the happy occasion that it should be.

Today marked six years since Rosi and I were married.

After getting ready this morning I headed into town to buy flowers. I took my time looking through the different selections before finding a bouquet of pink and white roses. Some might think roses were cliche but I always thought they were romantic, just like Rosi.

With flowers in hand I started the walk to his grave.

I knelt in front of the headstone.

“Happy anniversary, love,” I said as I replaced the old flowers with the new ones. “It’s hard to believe it’s been six years already.”

The first year of our marriage was absolute bliss. Sadly that was all we had before he died.

“I wish you could see Law now,” I said “He’s seventeen now and doing so much better, but that devil fruit you gave him is a hell of a thing to see.”

Images from the day Rosi died played in my mind. All he wanted to do was help Law get better. So much that he was willing to give his life for it. I did everything I could to make sure his efforts weren’t in vain.

“Now he’s talking about setting out on his own adventure with his friends. Honestly it makes me nervous, but he’s got his mind made up,” I said. “I just don’t want to lose him too.”

Tears streamed down my face. I never felt pain like losing Rosi and the thought of losing Law too was unbearable after everything he went through.

“I miss you so much,” I said between sobs. “It isn’t fair.”

I could hear footsteps coming up behind me.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Law said.

He knelt down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders in the process. We stayed like that for several minutes. The only sound was of my crying.

“He would’ve loved the flowers,” Law said.

“You think?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do,” Law said.

“You know, every year I think it’s getting easier until I’m sitting here,” I said. “But I guess that’s to be expected.”

“I know what you mean,” Law said.

“He’d be so proud of you,” I said, putting an arm around him as well. “You’ve done so well for yourself over the last few years.”

“I never would have made it this far if it wasn’t for the two of you,” Law said.

“We were happy to do it,” I said.

We both looked up when we heard a crow squawk. A single, black feather floated down. I stood up to catch it.

“Black feather,” I said. “Just like his coat.”

“Something tells me he’s still with us,” Law said.

“I like to think that,” I said.

I placed the feather with the bouquet of flowers.

“I love you, Rosinante,” I said before heading home with Law.

#one piece #one piece oneshots #donquixote rosinante #donquixote rosinate x reader #one piece corazon #corazon x reader #trafalgar law

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Hi coop, so glad you’re back! Your writing has always gotten me through tough times and I just wanted to let you know that you’re very talented! (Talented enough for me to set up an alarm for forty minutes so my American ass wouldn’t miss out lmao) I was wondering if I could get just some head cannons for Sanji, Law, Kid and Killer with a female musician s/o? (Piano, singing, guitar, all that jazz) Maybe they’ve written a song for them or something, but that’s always up to you! Thank you so so much!💖

a/n: Grey, you are simply the sweetest! I’ve read over this request multiple times now and your message makes me smile every single time!! 🥹 I’m so very glad to have helped you and I hope you know you are loved and any time you need someone to listen I am always here!! Hope this request turned out okay for you, thanks for stopping by <3

featuring: Sanji, Kid, Law, Killer x F!Reader

warnings: none

WITH A FEM!MUSICIAN S/O

SANJI —

I’m obsessed with this idea because I have always hc’d that Sanji can play piano! So having an s/o that plays piano as well just makes it all the more sweeter.

Whether you’re a novice or infinitely more experienced than he is, he is constantly in awe at your talent and loves to listen to you play. Sitting beside you on the bench as your fingers work across the keys has him smiling and falling more in love with you with each and every note.

When you mention that you’ve written a song for him, he is absolutely smitten. Struggles to fight back tears as you play for him. He’s emotional because the song is beautiful, you’re beautiful, and though a part of him has always known it, your song has affirmed that you’re the one for him. It’s this moment that lets him know he’s going to make you his wife one day.

Teaching Sanji is always fun. Though he has some skills at it, he still wants to learn so much from you. Partially because your lessons always end up with shared laughter and a few kisses, but also because he simply has to write up a song for you. <3

Buys you a gorgeous piano for your home when the two of you retire from your life of piracy. Listening to your beautiful songs fill the home you share always warms his heart. Help him, he’s so in love with you!!

KID —

Having a guitarist s/o is really neat to him because Kid is a big fan of music. Listening to music is canonically Kid’s hobby, after all! He can also play guitar, though it’s just casual – he had a small two-man band with Killer when they were growing up – he actually hasn’t played in quite some time.

So when you come into his life, you inspire him and he finds joy in picking it up again. Whether you have similar or different music tastes, Kid likes to listen to you play and enjoys playing with you. He learns a lot from you.

Loves to get you two together with Killer (and any other musicians on the ship) to play and make music as a group. It provides entertainment for the crew, and there’s a certain thrill to performing with his lady and best friend that makes Kid feel larger than himself.

But Kid’s favorites are the more private moments like when you play for him while he’s working in his shop. He’s usually listening to music when working, and now, you’re his favorite artist. It always helps him concentrate and having your presence around keeps him at ease. It’s a great use of quality time in his mind.

When you play a song he’s unfamiliar with, the notes crooning something a little more romantic, he stops what he’s doing to look at you. When you admit that it’s something you wrote with him in mind, Kid feels like the luckiest guy on the planet. Especially when he admits he might have written a song for you as well.

LAW —

He never expected that learning you could sing would have such an effect on him. But when he hears your lovely voice carrying throughout the halls of the sub, it always puts a dopey smile on his face, making his heart dance with the echoing notes.

He tries hard not to be like his subordinates who constantly ask for you to sing, but he is not immune to your siren-like voice. So, he saves his requests for when it’s just the two of you.

When he’s restless at night, your voice always seems to help lull him to sleep. Hearing you hum and softly sing lullabies to him as you hold him in your arms, fingers threading through his hair, he can’t help but to relax into you. Eyes drifting close and all anxious thoughts dissipating within your embrace.

Law’s grown familiar with most of the songs you sing. So when he hears you sing an unfamiliar tune, he can’t help but be curious as to what it is. Especially when the lyrics seem oddly intimate. When you tell him you wrote it for him, he buries his face into your neck, flushed with adoration and embarrassment.

His heart nearly beats out of his chest as he whispers a barely audible I love you so much against your skin. Law’s never been the best with words, so he hopes you understand that when he asks you to sing it for him again, he’s really asking you to be his forever. <3

KILLER —

Killer has always known you to be musically talented. You can sing, play piano and guitar, and learn most things you pick up, easing into a beginner level effortlessly. You have a talent with instruments, so when you expressed an interest in drumming, Killer was excited to help teach you.

Drumming is one of his favorite hobbies, something he enjoys doing on his down time. So bringing his hobby and someone he loves dearly together makes his heart swell in his chest.

As expected, you pick up on it easily, even rivaling his talents which makes his competitive side shine, even if just playfully. The two of you often have drum offs, much to Kid’s amusement.

What Killer didn’t expect was for you to make a song for him. Drums are not exactly the most romantic instruments, but you have an inexplicable way of making them so as you play the song for him.

You teach him the drum part, ensuring only he could play it best, while you sing and strum at a guitar. He can’t wipe off the lovesick grin on his face that is thankfully covered by his mask as you share a private moment playing together for each other. The two of you making music together becomes Killer’s new favorite hobby.

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From Dorne, with Love - Epilogue

Oberyn Martell x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Your little sister is marrying her fairy tale princess on the exotic desert island nation of Dorne. Your soon-to-be sister-in-law’s playboy uncle is the other member of the wedding party along with you, but will your opposite approaches to life drive you apart before the ceremony even begins? Or is it possibly the beginning of a future you never thought possible?

Rating: Teen for the chapter, but this is an 18+ blog! Word Count: 3.9k Warnings: Honestly, none. This is just pure fluff. Summary: A little slice of life from the future of the Prince and Princess of Dorne. Notes: I cannot begin to say a big enough thank you to everyone who came along for this journey with us! It is such a joy to love and be loved by Oberyn 💖 And to have that beautiful happy ending that is so worthwhile in a fic. Thank you all for reading!

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Epilogue

“Braciole for table twelve is up! Branzino for table nine is up! Let’s keep moving guys!” The lunch rush on weekends is always busy. It’s usually busy right through every single weekday, too, but weekends are booked solid for the next seven months at Paradiso and watching your staff hustle to make that demand worth your customers’ while is a thing of absolute beauty.

“Yes chef!” Is a phrase heard hundreds of times a day as they push through every demand with spectacular efficiency and grace, and there is almost nowhere in the world you would rather be than in this kitchen, unless the alternative being offered is anywhere at your husband’s side. He’s the reason you named your restaurant paradise and the first reason you smile every morning. He’s been the most wonderful support in your lives together and you honestly don’t know where you would be without him.

“Maron!” Oberyn calls out to the boy who starts sprinting to the back to his Momma the second he hits the building’s back door. “Don’t knock anyone over!” He grins as Joss curls against his neck sleepily where she has just been woken up from her nap and is not quite ready to greet anyone.

The loud banging of the kitchen’s swinging door and stampeding of small feet on the busy floor is something you’d been anticipating for hours, knowing that your nine-year-old son has more energy than most whole armies. “Momma!” His voice is louder than the din around you, and he is attached to your side before you can blink.

“Hello, my little love,” you have one arm around him instantly - the young prince has been the spitting image of his father since the day he was born and it makes you smile to ruffle his hair and be answered by the same disgruntled look as your husband would give. “Did you leave your Papa and little sister behind somewhere?”

“They’re too slow!” He pouts and gives you another hug. The kitchens have been where he could always find you here since he was a toddler. “Do you have cookies?” He asks, turning his big brown eyes up at you pleadingly. “I’m hungry.”

“I don’t know, my love. Running in the kitchen is naughty, and naughty boys don’t get cookies.” The way you raise your eyebrow at him makes him pout even more heavily. “But I guess we can make an exception if you promise not to run the rest of the day.”

“Fiiiiiiiine.” Maron has perfected eye rolling at his tender age and uses it expertly. Knowing full well he will get away with it because you find him completely adorable.

“You are too much like your father.” You can’t help but laugh, ruffling his hair again and leading him by the shoulder to the other side of the kitchen where the airtight container of biscotti and amaretti cookies are kept well out of reach of princely fingers.

“Dashing? Handsome? Or charming?” Oberyn asks with a delightfully smug grin on his face as he opens the door to the kitchen. Joss perks up in his arms when she sees her second favorite human. “Momma!”

“Good at getting his way.” You tell your husband, with an expression that says you know exactly what your son was doing, you just don’t care too much. In one swift motion you lift your little girl out of his arms and place a soft kiss on Oberyn’s lips then one on your daughter’s forehead. “Did you have a good nap, sweet girl?”

“Nuh uh.” Her fierce little shake of her head is obstinate, even if she’s starting to become more alert. “Papa made me get out of the pool for nap time.” She tattles, glowering over at her father.

��Uh oh.” Her ferocity makes you grin, like always, and you press kisses to both of her cheeks as you bounce softly with her in your arms. “Sounds like Papa’s in trouble with his baby.”

“I am.” Oberyn confirms with a grin at his youngest daughter. She was a complete Papa’s girl until he made her mad. Which was at least once a day, but he always redeemed himself by bedtime. “How is your day?” He asks you, picking up a berry from a station and popping it into his mouth. “The restaurant looks full.”

“People like to be able to say they’ve had a princess cook for them.” It’s always been your favourite joke about Paradiso’s popularity, even though there are plenty of people who walk in and out of your doors every day who have no idea who the chef making their meals actually is. “How were your meetings this morning?”

He bobbles his head slightly. “About as well as expected.” He grins when Maron passes Joss a cookie, the boys is always looking out for his little sister. “At least they are done though and all we have to do is relax and enjoy the weekend.”

“My parents are coming into town and you think we get to relax?” One suspicious eyebrow raises itself at him. “Do you know something I don’t?”

Chuckling he leans over and kisses you again. “They are here for your birthday and to see their grandbabies.” He reminds you. “They have mellowed with age. Or I have just gotten used to them.”

“They have mellowed because of the grandbabies.” In the years since Maron and Joss were born your parents have made it a point to visit Dorne a few times a year, and have started talking about retiring to the island where their children and grandchildren all live. “But you’ve probably gotten used to them, too.”

“Although I don’t mind when you get exasperated and come find me for some angry…comfort.” He smirks at you, little ears making him less vulgar that he would normally be.

Letting Joss down when she wriggles insistently in your arms, you slip into Oberyn’s waiting embrace with a mischievous grin. “I’m sure there will be plenty of that. Birthday comfort, too.”

“There’s also weekend comfort too.” Oberyn reminds you, the spark not fading between you despite ten years and two children.

“How about some bath comfort after we put the kids to bed tonight?” You keep your voice low and waggle your eyebrows at him salaciously since you know both your kids are too busy with the sights and sounds and smells of the busy kitchen to pay attention to their boring parents right now.

“I think that can definitely be arranged.” The prince smirks and steals another kiss. “Plus I have to wake you up right on your birthday.”

“You have a plan, I assume?” Every year you and Oberyn have always made a great show of walking each other up with intimacy on your birthdays. You always try to do something a little creative, though in your opinion it would take a miracle to outshine any of Oberyn’s performances.

“I do.” He murmurs, glancing over at the kids as they try to scarf down as many biscuits as they can before you take away the tin. “I want to see if I can put you to sleep with my tongue and wake you up with it.”

“I have the best husband in the world.” An indulgent hum passes your lips as you hug him close, only raising your voice to add: “And two little loves who are going to spoil their very special dinner with Grammy and Gramps if they keep eating the cookies for Momma’s customers.”

Both Martell children groan but know that their mother is serious and don’t reach for another cookie. “Fiiiiine” Maron huffs. “I was full anyway and Joss’s tummy is smaller than mine.”

“It’s uncanny.” You point a finger at Oberyn, always playful when pointing out how like him his only son is. “Let me take off my jacket and grab my purse and we can go.” By this hour your parents’ flight should have landed and your driver should be bringing them to the palace directly, giving you just enough time to get home and wash up so you don’t smell of kitchen before dinner is served.

Oberyn takes the tin away from the kids and winks at them while looking around the restaurant. You had grown it into a success that had nothing to do with the Martell name and everything to do with your talent. He is beyond proud of you, having watched you take on motherhood, a role in the royal family, and the running of your very own restaurant with remarkable flair.

One quick check in with your senior sous chef and you’re dropping your chef’s jacket on the back of the chair in your office and grabbing your purse to meet Oberyn and the kids at the back door where you know his driver is waiting with the car. “They’re going to be packed all weekend, but Allendry promises not to call unless the sky is falling.” You tell Oberyn when you climb in beside him.

“You should really consider hiring another chef.” Oberyn tells you for probably the twentieth time. “The restaurant can handle the overhead considering you don’t even take a salary. And it would free up more time with the monkeys.”

“Actually.” Nuzzling into his side as the car takes off, it seems like this might be the perfect time to let him know what you’ve been contemplating for a few weeks now. “I’ve been thinking about doing a few promotions in the kitchen. Moving up Allendry, making my saucier a sous chef, and taking on a new prep cook.” You doubt it will come as a surprise to him, but the request had made you nearly burst with pride when Oberyn and Ellaria’s oldest daughter had come to you with her plans for culinary school a month ago. “Elia has decided she wants to be a chef.”

There is a pleased hum and a smile on Oberyn’s face as he hears about one of his Sand Snakes plans. “I don’t doubt it, she is always hounding you in the kitchen. I swear I find all of them, Ellaria too, at my table more since I married you.”

Some might have considered the tight friendship you forged with your husband’s former lover to be unorthodox, but the fact is that you and Ellaria get along very well. You value her ferocity and she counts on your steadfastness, and the two of you growing close so quickly had bonded your young children together as well. “I’m honestly glad she came to me. Even if she didn’t want to work in my kitchen, I could have at least helped from a distance. But I love that El wants to learn what she can from me. I just hope she didn’t pick up all my tricks already through osmosis.”

“You will do wonderfully. And she will be a sponge.” He predicts, looking over at where the kids are sitting. Maron is reading his younger sister a book on the drive home. “I haven’t thanked you for them lately.” He realizes, grinning at you.

“Are you thinking about thanking me the way you thanked me for Maron and suddenly we were expecting Joss?” Slipping your fingers through his, you bring the back of his hand to your lips to kiss.

"Don't I always?" He asks with a smirk, although both of you had decided that two children were enough, since he begrudgingly admitted he was getting older. The salt and pepper look has gradually crept into his hair and the thin line of a beard he sports. After Joss was born, he had gone to get a vasectomy, refusing the doctor's suggestion that he let you get your tubes tied during birth.

“Always.” You nuzzle into his side as much as your seatbelt will allow and keep your voice low so that the kids won’t hear you and immediately prove you wrong. “They are fairly wonderful, aren’t they?”

"Of course they are." He chuckles. "You're their mother, they couldn't be anything but wonderfully stubborn and passionate. Creative and kind." He winks at you. "They get their looks and smarts from me." He teases playfully. He loves them just as much as his other children, and as the babies, they were spoiled by all their older half siblings, but were remarkably well grounded.

“Their humility comes from you, too.” The way you roll your eyes at him is fond, though. Pure love inside the teasing. Oberyn has given you everything you ever dreamt without ever batting an eye - never making you doubt your worthiness or that his love might have a cost. Ten years of his unconditional and unwavering love have been fully committed to you - nine for Maron and five for Joss. How could they ever doubt their worthiness when their parents tell them every day how truly loved they are?

"I'm a prince." He elegantly shrugs a shoulder in unabashed disconcern. "I have no need for humility. As much as I exasperate my brother, he puts up with me." He reaches out to grasp your chin, tilting it slightly. "And my princess seems to like me, so I am favored by the Gods."

“Your princess loves you desperately.” This declaration, quiet as it is, still elicits a small groan of embarrassment from both of your kids and you grin. “And your youngest children seem to tolerate you the way your brother does, so everything seems just as it should be.”

"They will understand when they get older and fall in love." He grins back at you, feeling the car slow down as the driver comes to the gates at the palace. "Although I hope not too soon, right Joss?"

“Nuh uh.” His youngest child gives her usual, obstinate answer for anything she dislikes and makes a face. “Nymmy said it feels like butterflies in your tummy but I don’t want butterflies in my tummy!” She looks horrified at the prospect, actually, and lowers her voice conspiratorially. “Do people eat the butterflies?”

Oberyn can't help but laugh at the very literal way that his daughter took Nymira's explanation for how it feels to be in love. "No, my littlest sand snake." He shakes his head, mirth making his eyes dance even though she's scowling, thinking that she is being laughed at. "No one eats beautiful butterflies. Nymmy just meant that it makes your tummy feel happy. Like when I throw you up in the air and you giggle and demand that I do it again?"

“Oh.” That seems to mollify her a little, and her small mind reviews the facts with thoughtful precision. “In that case?” She looks up at both of you with an expression of determination in her little eyes. “I would like to be in love soon, please.”

"Shit." Oberyn is very liberal and relaxed with his children, letting them find themselves however they wish to. But the idea of his youngest being determined to find love at the tender age of five was going to wreak havoc on the palace for months to come. She will dog the footsteps of every man or woman she sees as a potential for that love until she grows bored of the idea. "So soon, little one? Just remember, we cannot be in love with family. We are not Lannisters."

You barely manage to stifle a laugh at his dig at his family rivals, but Joss seems to just take it as sound advice and nods accordingly. “May I be in love with Hobard?” She asks permission very carefully, as though it were something she could just decide on and not something that would happen to her naturally in time without her ever having a say in it.

"I see no problem with that." Oberyn smiles at her fondness of the older man who has seen and experienced so much in the palace. "Remember, though, his love for you might be different. It might be like the love your Momma and I have for you. And it's perfectly acceptable to love like that too."

“Okay.” And just like that, Joss shrugs her little shoulders and looks over at her brother. “Will you read more?”

Oberyn blinks and looks over at you with a slightly exasperated expression. Maron starts reading to his sister again and Oberyn leans over and nuzzles your jaw before he speaks. Murmuring in your ear, he chuckles. "We are going to be run ragged when she gets older."

“Just as long as she doesn’t make us grandparents at fourteen.” You whisper back pointedly, but turn to plant a soft kiss in his lips as the driver turns off the main road to the long drive of the Old Palace.

"Birth control is a modern miracle." He hums in agreement, looking over at the kids. It was a miracle none of his children had made him a grandfather by mistake, but they had all been careful so far.

“I think Obara might be close.” Tucking your head against his shoulder as the car glides down the long drive is a comfortable feeling, one that is embedded in your muscle memory from countless outings together. “She was very unsubtle about asking some questions about family heirlooms when we talked a few days ago. Either she’s planning ahead, or she’ll have news for us soon.” Oberyn’s oldest daughter had married a few years ago, but there had never been any talk of children until her most recent phone call. Under the flimsy excuse of asking about your birthday plans, she had managed to slip in a few inquiries about Martell family heirloom baby blankets and the rocking chair that still stands in the nursery.

“Hmmmm.” Oberyn smiles at the idea and completely approves. “We will have to throw a party for her when she does announce it.” He doesn’t mind the idea of grandchildren at all, there is nothing he loves more than the sounds of children running through the palace. It’s happy and exuberant, the sounds of life and love.

“Catering baby showers might become a new specialty for Paradiso.” Your staff had gone all-out for you when you and Oberyn were expecting Joss, as if to somehow make up for the fact that it had not yet opened when Maron came into the world. It had been a beautiful party, and much more relaxed than the official celebration that Mellario had thrown for the public eye. That was an elegant soirée. But Lily, Aja, and Ellaria had worked with your restaurant staff to throw something much more playful in private.

“I can see that doing really well.” Oberyn smirks. “A lot of babies are born in Dorne.” He reminds you. The small country did have a proclivity for multiple children in most households.

“I could recreate the menu they made for me for Joss’s shower.” The idea burrows inside you easily, nestling in the part of your heart reserved for nostalgia attached to pregnancy instead of the reality of morning sickness, swollen ankles, and bed rest. “Call it a party fit for a princess.”

“Obara would love that.” Oberyn can’t help but turn and place his hand on your stomach even though he knows there isn’t a baby in there. He had constantly had his hand on his child through both of your pregnancies. “First we have to let her announce.”

“I’ll try not to get ahead of myself.” You can’t promise not to get excited, of course. You would never lie to him like that. For all your early worries, being a stepmother to his older daughters had come naturally, as has your friendships with his former lovers. It was like there was a space in his life, sized exactly right for you to step into - and you had never looked back.

"You will be a very happy grandmother." He teases, winking at you. "Not even forty years old yet." The way you already dreamed of a bigger family makes his heart swell.

“I’ll have many years with all of my husband’s grandbabies sleeping in my arms.” It draws nothing less than a wistful sigh out of you and you grin guiltily. “I was just about to leave a newspaper article about reversing vasectomies lying very subtly on the kitchen counter, too. She has excellent timing.”

His brow shoots up in surprise, not expecting that to come out of your mouth. It wasn't like the two of you hadn't talked about his vasectomy before he went and got it done. The car pulls to a stop in front of the house. "Baby fever?" He asks as he opens the door to get out and help you out.

“Maybe a little.” Stepping out of the car and into his arms, it’s as easy as breathing to lean in and kiss him. “At our age, though, it’s probably better for me to get grandbaby fever.” As young and spry as you feel on your best days, you are still nearer to 40 than not.

He snorts and turns back to help Maron and Joss out. Maron also wanted to help Joss in and out of her booster seat, playing his role of big brother to perfection. "It seems like the appropriate time to get that fever." He chuckles. "We have both of them out of diapers and dressing themselves."

“You haven’t been without a small child around you in your whole life.” Joss reaches for you despite having both her father and her brother at her beck and call, and you gladly lift her into your arms to carry her inside. “I would hate to start now.”

Maron runs ahead, yelling his thanks when Hobard opens the door and disappears into the house, feet slapping on the marble floors. "You would hate it, huh?" He jokes, hand on your back as you walk inside the large palace that was simply home to your and his family.

His teasing just garners a small smile from you, and you thank Hobard as you pass him into the palace, having promised yourself years ago that you would never take this life and its advantages for granted. “You would be sad if there wasn’t at least one little one running around. Admit it.”

"I love all my children." He admits. "I have loved seeing their innocent joy, carefree laughs." He nods towards the stairs as the two of you walk towards them. "I doubt with as many children as I have sired, there will ever be silence in these halls."

“So much the better.” You promise him.

And as if to prove it, Joss chooses this moment to nearly blow your eardrum out, screaming “Grammy!” when she spots your mother at the top of the stairwell. You set her down on two determined feet before she can flail her way out of your arms or kick you, and she is off like a shot to get her special Grammy hugs that only your mother can provide.

He chuckles when you press your hand to your ear. "The joyous sounds of children." He reminds you with a grin. "Do you want me to entertain while you clean up?"

“I won’t be long.” The two of you hustle upstairs but are no match for your little Olympians, who are already hugging their grandparents fiercely.

This is the life you dreamt of - your beautiful home, your standout restaurant, your happy and healthy children that you love with every fiber of your being. And all of it because ten years ago, the man you now call your husband wouldn’t let you give up on reaching for the future.

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okay you reblog a lot of albums ive never heard of and am curious about but it’s hard to get myself to sit down and listen to a whole album so please please, Top Ten-ish Songs To Get To Know You kind of list? pretty please?

i literally daydream about people asking me stuff like this LOL. so this is hardly a comprehensive list of all my favorite songs ever but here are some songs that are really important to me!!! this got REALLY long so i put it under a read more

1. meet me in the woods by lord huron

my absolute favorite song Ever like of all time. means everything to me. i could listen to this every single day and never get tired of it. INSANELY fun, incredible vibes, makes me want to go outside and shoot a beam into somebody. lord huron is an Experience. all their albums are concept albums and there’s actually a fair amount of lore going on. on the physical CD for strange trails it actually has the characters’ names next to their respective songs

for meet me in the woods, it sounds very upbeat and happy, but listen closely and you’ll realize it’s not quite as it seems… in-universe, it’s narrated by a woman named francine lu, and the song has the same chords as the first track of the album (and another of her songs) “love like ghosts”. she also narrates “the night we met”, easily LH’s most famous song. francine lu is not having a normal one. what’s her problem? listen to find out…..

2. crystals by of monsters and men

this was my favorite song ever for about 6 years until meet me in the woods ranked just a tiny bit higher. sooo fucking fun, itches a part of my brain that’s only accessible via icelandic stomp & holler. makes me very happy and always cheers me up! of monsters and men was the first new (at the time) band i ever really discovered on my own without hearing about from my parents or other people, and i’ve been listening to them ever since (almost 13 years!!) they are incredibly important to me and i highly recommend all of their albums

3. sunblind by fleet foxes

relatively new but became a favorite as soon as i heard it. this is also one of the most Me songs i can think of on top of just being so fucking gorgeous and raw and heartfelt. this song is a tribute to deceased musicians who influenced robin pecknold (the lead singer and songwriter for fleet foxes) and how their music is pretty much the reason he’s even alive today. my favorite lines are “only way that i made it for a long time / but i’m loud and alive, singing you all night”. this entire album is sincerely a masterpiece and i highly recommend listening to it all. fleet foxes have really beautiful and unique lyrics, they remind me of mitski’s lyrics in that they’re very poetic and personal and emotional but still subjective enough that you can connect them to your own life

4. this must be the place by talking heads

specifically the stop making sense live recording, which i still half-refuse to believe is a live recording because it’s just THAT fucking good. whenever someone says david byrne can’t sing i direct them here, because he does sincerely have an incredible voice and he simply Chooses to sing weirdly bc he’s a quirked up white boy with autistic swag.

this is just a really sweet and romantic song from a band that otherwise stays far away from love songs and it works extremely well. this entire album is fucking incredible and easily the best live album of all time. half of them are BETTER than the studio recordings, and you can also watch david byrne leap straight up backwards like a full 4 feet

highly recommend watching stop making sense just the entire film

5. vein of stars by the flaming lips

back in 2014, i watched a very beloved streamer play a game called “space engine”, in which you explore as much of the universe as we’ve theorized to exist. this was a little before copyright laws got so fucking strict on youtube and twitch, so mr. vinny vinesauce could play any music he wanted while planet-hopping. one of those songs was vein of stars, and it’s been one of my absolute favorites ever since.

the flaming lips are definitely an acquired taste. wayne coyne does Not have a very good voice and it can get extremely grating, especially to someone who hasn't heard them before. but when it works, god it works. this song is so pretty and nostalgic to me, always calms me down whenever i’m In A Mood. it’s nihilistic but not in a depressing way, more like “yeah maybe we aren’t here for any particular reason, maybe there’s nothing after this life. there’s nothing we can do about that, so why worry?”. very peaceful. REQUIRED listening when stargazing

6. good old-fashioned lover boy by queen

one of the first songs i ever truly hyperfixated on. unfortunately i listened to it SO fucking much it kind of ruined it for me, but i still do really love it. i may not listen to it that often anymore but i felt obligated to put it here bc it had a Profound Effect on my developing brain

7. too much time by john vanderslice

the year is 2012 and you're halfway through the newest episode of the hit podcast welcome to nightvale. cecil announces the weather. little do you know that you will carry the next 3 and a half minutes with you for the rest of your life. this one is just absurdly nostalgic to me (and not to mention incredibly vash the stampede coded). beloved song!!!

8. waltz for zizi & the real folk blues by the seatbelts & mai yamane

well it’s no secret that i think cowboy bebop has the greatest anime soundtrack of all time and one of THE greatest soundtracks of all time Ever. this is just an objective fact actually.

i believe this is because the seatbelts and specifically the composer yoko kanno studied real jazz, blues, and bebop to make the ost. like it's not just "jazz-flavored", there is genuine, deep respect and you can hear it in every single track. waltz for zizi gives me physical goosebumps every single time i listen to it, it's absolutely perfect. i've made it a ritual to listen to every time i visit the shore at night and go stargazing. sincerely transcendent experience

9. cuckoo song by cosmo sheldrake

hhhhhrrr this entire fucking albummmm hhhhhhhrhhhhrhhhaauuuuUUUUOOOGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

back during my final semesters of college, i had to take a course for art degree seniors. we’d pick something we were passionate about, make art for it, and it would be hung up for a week in the exhibition room. i chose birds of course, but wake-up calls inspired me to shift that choice to something more important than just random funny bird drawings. i focused on bird species that have gone extinct within the last 60 years because wake-up calls is made almost entirely out of endangered bird songs.

i’ll be honest i can barely listen to this song or anything on the album because i WILL literally start sobbing like in real life. cuckoo song in particular just makes me start crying every single time i listen to it, it’s like a magic spell. it’s not even necessarily sad but just viscerally bittersweet. the art for the album is made by flora wallace. here’s the spotify canvas i made a gif just for you 👍

10. take you back by orville peck

and finally………….. the song that made me realize that i actually DO love real country music a lot, and that the derivative “bro country” sub-genre that developed in the early 2000s has absolutely destroyed any positive opinion of country music in society. we NEED to go back, and orville peck is more than doing his part. this is the first song i ever heard by him and it's just so goddamn fun. i am completely unable to not sing along to this when it comes on

not only do i highly recommend orville peck but also any country music from the 50s and 60s, especially marty robbins, charley pride, conway twitty, and of course mrs. dolly parton. and later country rock/folk rock bands like america and creedence clearwater revival. it’s SO good i’m so serious

orville peck is the only modern country singer i can think of who's not afraid to bring back the harmonicas and whistling and steel guitars and whip cracks and yeehaws. it's fantastic. he's also gay and an outspoken trans ally. i believe this gives him the power to revive country music from the dead 🙏

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The One Where He Needs To Choose - 5

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: So this is the ending for the current story line. Another time jump. Where do our reader and Bucky stand?

A/N: So I came up with this story based off of an episode of Friends. I’m sure if you know Friends you will figure out which one eventually. It’s not a replica of the episode, but based on the subject. Hope you enjoy!

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3 years later...

You look at yourself in the mirror making sure you look perfect. After nodding to yourself in approval you walk out of your bathroom to the man sitting on the bed.

“Ok, I’m ready,” you say as he looks up and your spin around. “How do I look?” you ask.

“Y/N... you look absolutely beautiful, babe. I’m sure one lucky son-of-a-bitch,” he says.

You laugh before walking up and giving your boyfriend, Chris, a kiss. You met Chris about 6 months after the disaster that happened between you and Bucky. At the time you thought you would never get over Bucky, but Chris showed you how to be loved, and now you realize, that while you will always have a love for Bucky, it will never compare to this.

Chris stands and takes your hand, leading you out of your shared apartment. After a short drive, you both arrive at the beach where you had your first date. Chris opens your door and helps you out of the car. You look around very confused.

“Where is everyone? I thought it was a beach party?” you ask.

“Maybe they parked at the other lot, come on beautiful,” Chris said as he starts to pull you down the path toward the beach. As you come over the hills of the dunes you stop short and gasp at the site.

On a picnic blanket there are rose petals, champagne, and fake candles that are lit (since real ones would go out). Chris walks you to the blanket and brings you in front of him. You already start to tear in anticipation of what was happening. Chris kisses your forehead and wipes your tears.

“Y/N M/N L/N you are the most amazing person I have ever met. When I met you I never thought I would ever want to do this, but the thought of not having you in every single way possible is impossible. I love you more than anything in this life and the next. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I want to spend every day of the rest of our lives together.”

He kneels in front of you and grabs the velvet box from his jacket pocket. You start to openly sob at this point, but try to keep it together to hear him ask the question you have been wanting to hear for awhile.

“Y/N, my love, my babe, the only person I would ever want to spend the rest of my days with, will you please, please, please do me this honor and be my wife. Marry this crazy guy and help me no longer be a bachelor I always thought I would be?” he asks as he opens the box to show the exact ring you always showed him when you were hinting at wanting to get engaged.

You laugh through your tears and start to nod before saying, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Chris stands up and wraps you in his arms and kisses you with all the love and passion he has. You return that love and passion ten fold, feeling the happiest you ever have in your life. When you finally break apart, Chris wipes your tears and finally puts the beautiful diamond on your finger.

You grab him and kiss him 1 more time before you realize you hear cheering. You break away and see your parents, his parents, and all your friends standing clapping for you. You look at each person individually and lastly come to the person who always meant the most to you, Bucky.

He stands there with a proud smile on his face as he claps for your happiness. You want to immediately want to go over to him but Sharon and Wanda run over to look at the ring on your finger. You then go to your parents and future in-laws and share hugs and kisses. Then of course Sam and Steve jump in to get their hugs and give their congratulations, and finally you make it to Bucky. He pulls you into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N/N. Chris is a great and lucky guy,” he whispers in your ear.

You pull away and wipe some more tears away before Chris comes over and shakes Bucky’s hand.

“About time you did it. This woman deserves the best and you are definitely the best for her,” Bucky says.

You lean up and kiss Bucky on the cheek before joining the rest of the group. Eventually you all go out to eat and toast to the new engaged couple. When you all go your separate ways, you plan a shopping trip with the girls and moms for your dress and then head home with your fiance.

That night you make love more times than you can count and while you lay there watching Chris sleep and looking at your ring, you can’t imagine your life getting any better. Your thoughts turn to Bucky, and about the long road you both have come since that craziness. You didn’t talk to him for several months. After awhile you told your friend group if they want to invite him to things, you were fine with it.

You still kept your distance, physically and emotionally, but slowly over the next several months to a year you both started to become friends again. When you met Chris, you were scared for Bucky to find out, but he was happy for you. He promised he wouldn’t do anything to ruin your relationship and he kept that promise. While you may never be as close as you once were, you are glad he is still in your life and seems generally happy for you.

You turn to Chris and give him a small kill on his forehead before snuggling close and falling into a content sleep filled of dreams of the future.

When Bucky got home that night he grabbed a beer and sat in his living room of his one room apartment. His cat, Alpine, came and sat on his lap as he stared into space drinking his beer. Before he could stop it a single tear feel from his eye. While he was happy for you and wanted you to be happy, he knows he will never be that happy again. Not like he would have been with you if he didn’t fuck it up.

He finally looks down at the white cat on his lap after she meows. He softly chuckles, “At least I have her in my life somehow. It’s more than I deserve, right Alpine? But her? She deserves the world,” he says.

That night he lays in bed and tosses and turns as he thinks of all the possibilities he could have had with you, including marriage, that he ruined. This is his punishment. He gets to see you get married and have kids, and grow old with someone else. Someone who’s not him. Someone better.

He has no one to blame but himself.

So this is the end. Thank you for reading. Please keep an eye out for an alternative ending. It was my original idea that I scrapped for this one. I hope you liked this one, and after you read the alternate you can decide which way you prefer the story to go. Feedback is appreciated!

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