TCAW - Gratitude Post Part 1
I know that Tobias & Casey will never be my most popular pairing, but I adore them, and I know there is something special about them. That has been made abundantly clear to me because several other creators have included them in their own worlds in some way. I want each of you to know... you have NO IDEA how honored and happy that made me. I always say it's not about big numbers of notes; it's about knowing you impacted someone somehow and bringing my crazies into YOUR worlds? That leaves me humbled. THANK YOU! So very much!
Jensen x Bryce hanging with besties Tobias x Casey - by @mydemonsdrivealimo
The way I fucking squealed at my desk when I received this. Seriously, had to make up a story for my co-worker. lol Only MJ and I know the freaking amazing backstories we have for these friends. I loved Bryce x Jensen before, but now, we're family! I have GOT to bring some of that AU to the page, whether Jensen dropping a "Condoms Prevent Mini-Vans" T-shirt on Casey's desk or THE ICE SKATING! dfkadsjadsifdkfjdskj!!!!! THE ICE SKATING!!!! It's just too good. Thank you, MJ! :)
Bryce & Joshua being silly with Tobias & Casey - art by @bayleedrawsx, commission by @icecoffee90
Another one that just made me squeal! The idea of these four handing out and Casey and Joshua being their goofy little selves just warmed my heart! This commission will always be precious to me!
Open Heart Drabble by @lilyoffandoms
Valentine's Day Drabble by @lilyoffandoms
More squealing. Y'all have made me squeal a lot! lol But I was so excited when I read this adorably fun drabble, Ethan x Merida, meet up with Bryce x Olivia, and Tobias x Casey - the idea of these three worlds converging is as much fun as it sounds. But I have to wonder if poor Olivia agrees! (Ethan, too, for that matter lol) Lily, I'm forever grateful to you for creating the first, and indulging me in the second!
Texting Gone Wrong by @storyofmychoices
And thanks to @lilyoffandoms genius, we were treated to this masterpiece by @storyofmychoices. OMG, I laughed SO HARD. I felt for poor, sweet Olivia, but I laughed SO HARD. lol This was/is/always will be the best! I love that we've intertwined our little worlds!
Seriously, to all four of you, I have these tucked away and pull them out on rainy days to bring a smile to my face. They mean so much to me.
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— flufftober (day 8) —
Warnings: fluff, minor relationship issues, mentions of PTSD, fake blood
Prompt: “Did you plan for this to happen?”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Modern AU
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The night out at the Halloween carnival just on the skirts of the city was all his idea. He had proposed the idea when the whole group was together. Everyone had nodded eagerly and Steve had even clapped Bucky on the back for making outing plans by himself.
You, on the other hand, had only agreed to come because everyone else seemed excited to have the group together in on a plan. It was rare for everyone to regroup nowadays after college.
Steve and Natasha were busy planning their winter wonderland wedding, a time of the year that they both adored and had a weirdly high tolerance for. Clint and Laura were having their first baby, having married young and being high school sweethearts. Tony and Pepper were finally engaged after months of Tony proposing and Pepper merely shrugging it off each time—you had found the bet sweet. Sam and Riley were married and getting ready to adopt.
You and Bucky were engaged after a few years of difficult times. His dedication to his country and wanting to enlist made it hard for you two to be together. Never had you held it against him, but it was hard watching him smile through the screen and unable to hold him in the way you wanted to. It put a strain on your relationship and tested both of your emotions.
His last tour, the one just six months ago, was his last in which he had almost lost feeling in his left arm. The unconscious state he was in when you had seen him made you dart out of the hospital room and retch your breakfast. He had come home battered and feeling less of a man than he was to you. He was still adjusting himself into the world after three years of seeing the violence of wars.
His episodes drove him to push you away, claiming he wasn’t as good as a man as you deserved. His panic attacks made him short-tempered and, more often than not, he would find himself taking out his anger on you. Nothing he said was ever against you, but he yelled for you to leave him to rot and that hurt you the most.
Two months ago, after a particularly intense screaming match and a death scare, he had proposed. It was sudden. Without a ring or that long speech, instead asked on a walk in the rain with water streaking the mascara you had so delicately applied when he was hurrying you.
“Will you marry me, Y/N Y/S?” He had asked casually after coming to a abrupt stop beside the small lake. Water cascaded down his face and he wiped his hair back from falling into his eyes.
Sure the proposal was sudden and unexpected, without a ring, but it was Bucky. Your Bucky. You, after the initial shock and obvious denial of hearing that right, had said yes and kissed him. The world around you slowed down, thunder overhead and rain pattering against the sidewalk, but all of it went quiet that day.
“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and back into reality. His grin was splitting his cheeks apart, dimples displayed on both corners of his mouth. It had been a while since he started smiling again, but it never failed to make your heart stutter.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, looking away when his smile turned blinding. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?” His hand pulled you through the crowd and towards where your friends had set up the meeting place.
You tried to ignore the actors dressed up in tattered clothing and blood smeared on there faces. The makeup was nice and maybe you would have been interested in the special effects, but you couldn’t get yourself to look at them properly. You could only bring yourself closer to Bucky, hiding into his back as a zombie made its way through the crowd.
“Babygirl?” Bucky’s voice was now near you and you tilted your head up. His eyes crinkled on the side, a teasing smile appearing on his lips and squeezing your hand with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
“Fine, I won’t,” you said, voice wavering when you glanced behind him to see a clown making its way towards you two. Bucky covered his laugh with a cough and nudged your nose with his, a breathy chuckle coming into your hearing.
The clown was nearing so you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s middle and caught the clown’s attention. You smiled when Bucky wrapped his arms around your shoulders and then gestured for the clown to come and scare Bucky.
You pulled away when the clown was a mere step away with a wicked glint in his eyes and grin set on his red stained lips. You gazed at Bucky, biting your lip to keep the smile trying to break out away.
“HAHAHAHAHA!” The clown laughed directly into Bucky’s ear and slammed his inflatable hammer down on the ground next his Bucky’s feet.
Bucky startled and you found yourself laughing. His eyes were wide with shock and his arms were twisted in front of his torso, taking a few steps back. He looked between the clown, who was now joining in with your laughter, and you, pouting when he realized he was set up for that jump-scare.
“Did you plan for this to happen?” He asked, watching you nod as the clown left with another victim spotted. 
“Serves you right for trying to tease me,” you replied simply with a shrug, squealing when he ran into you with his shoulder hitting your stomach softly. He carried you for two more steps and then brought you down quickly on a haystack, him laying down on you.
Before you could say anything, his lips collided with yours and he kissed you deeply.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips and your heart stuttered, just like the first time he said it.
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Part 8 of <100 word drabbles.
Spotlight
Father would have his head.
Adrien looks up and nearly smiles at the figure by the window. He can’t actually smile - Father would have his head. Ladybug waves and he doesn’t let himself react, except to try to catch her eyes.
He wasn’t sure she’d be able to come but his friends said they couldn’t and it’s always nice to have a friendly face nearby when he goes along the catwalk. Photoshoots he can do but catwalks are different - the spotlight shining on you constantly.
Her presence is enough to distract him, to make him forget. He smiles.
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