#barbie writes

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Famous producer, Nanami Kento is currently out of a nanny for his 3 kids until a door-to-door makeup sales women catches his eye. Even with their clashing styles, will she be a able to be "the one".

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Warning :: The Nanny!JJK au, fem!reader, Nanami Kento is a sigle father of 3, reader is very crass and loud, this chapter is pretty much a background of Nanami, written on my phone so im sorry about misspellings or layout issues !!

Word Count :: N/A

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♡ Prologue - Chapter 1 ♡

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Nanami Kento, 38 years old, a wealthy broadway producer, and above all, a single father of 3; Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, and Yuji Itadori. Somehow, unbeknownst to Nanami, all 3 children managed to scare off every single nanny they have ever had.

Megumi was the scary one, and being the oldest, the designated leader of the group, you do one thing wrong and you have all the kids against you.

Nobara was the middle child, and the bratty one; always wanting new clothes, toys, a trip to town. She was hard to please.

And finally, the youngest, Yuji, a pink ball of sun shine who was hard to tire out. He was the cherry ontop of the already melting sunday.

Nanami was at his wits end. He had called every nanny corporation but due to his gained reputation of trouble children, no one was able to help.

Pacing back and forth in his office, currently on hold with yet another company for nannying, the loud ring of the doorbell interrupts his hold music.

Nanami groans and slips of his green tinted glasses while tugging at his printed tie, he peaks his head out his office door to call for his butler, Kiyotaka Ijichi.

"Ijichi, could you please get the door" Nanami sighs.

"Im already on it, Sir" Kiyotaka replies.

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Ijichi opens the door to find a younger female in a fur lined black coat with a black mini skirt and sheer-black tights holding a pink briefcase with the words, Shades of the Orient, written in black bold lettering on the side.

"Are you here for the nanny position?" Ijichi asks.

"No- I- Yes, I am..?" She stutters out.

"Oh good, I'll take your resume to Mr. Nanami" Replies Ijichi.

"I'll hand him my own resume, thank you though"

"... Alright then, I'll just go get Mr. Nanami" Ijichi says while stepping away.

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Resume, resume, resume. What could work as a resume.

After serching through your makeuo case (and a part of 'Mr. Nanamis home), all that was found was a hot pink stick of lip stick and a blank, empty envelope.

Writing out the best resume one can pull together in 5 seconds, does it count if one of your bosses was your mother? who knew.

A loud, and obviously fake, pained gasp comes from one of the corridors of the house. A small pink haird boy comes out, his pristine white shirt covered in what clearly seems to be strawberry jam. Hes getting dragged by two other equally small children, the black haired one looking like he wants to write gothic poetry and the brunette girl glossy eyes show acted fear.

Damn shes a good. You think to yourself.

"Help him please!" The girl wails.

"Oh yes please... help." The black haired boy grumbles.

Small giggles can be heard coming from the small reincarnation of kirby.

The short girl swiftly kicks him in the side, "Shut up yuji, shes gonna know your faking!" she whisper-yells to the boy on the floor.

"I think she already knows" says the black haired boy.

"Ugh.. megs youre such a buzz kill" The girl huffs, "Get up yuji, she knows your not actually bleeding out."

"I told you it wouldn't work" Said the older boy, earning a punch in his arm from the girl.

The pink one shot up of the floor, "Don't worry ma'am!! Im not actually dead!! Its strawberry jam!!" He cheers, "My name is Yuji and the sad one is my brother Megumi and the mean one is my sister Nobara!!"

"I am not mean!!" Nobara yells while smacking Yuji over the head, earning a glare from Megumi.

A loud voice is heard clearing their throat. You look away and look up to see the most beautiful man you have ever seen. His blonde hair slightly disheveled from him running his fingers through it, his neck tie slight lose but he quickly adjustes it before stepping out to shake your hand.

"My name is Nanami Kento, I heard youre here for the nanny position, correct?" He asks while putting his hand out.

"Aha, yes sir I am!" You take his hand, the shake is firm yet his hands are soft. Oh my could he get any better.

"Could I see your resume, miss..." He trails off.

"Oh yes! Here" You say while handing over your resume after telling him your name.

"Interesting choice of writing utensil," He says, "Crayon?"

"Lip stick, actually"

"Ah I see... I see you have already met my children." He smirks slightly while reading over your makeshift resume. "I apologize for their fake stunt, they have been watching to many murder mystery dramas"

"Its no problem at all, the girl is an amazing actress I might add." You say, "Maybe you should put her in one of your productions" You nonchalantly shrug while tilting your head to the side.

"So I take it you know who I am?" Nanami asks.

"I may have seen a few of your shows," You look away.

"As much as I am loving this conversation, Im afraid to say you are not qualified enough for this position." Nanami says handing you back your resume, if you can even call it that.

"Wait! Please, im good with kids I swear! I practically raised my sisters!!" You plead, "Just ask my mother, I put her down as a reference right? Oh whatever! Sir, I need a job, I need this job. Please."

"I never seen a girl so desperate" Mumbled Megumi.

You gasp loudly, "I heard that! And if you wanna see desperate go out to Tokyo at night. Trust me, you see plenty of desperate"

Nanami pitches the bridge of his nose and sighs, "Megumi, we do not say crule things about people, no matter how true they may be..." That last line earned a glare from you and a snicker from Yuji and Nobara, Nanami turned back to you, "Im sorry, im sure a beautiful girl like you can find employment elsewhere."

"You think im beautiful?" You ask.

"Is that all you took from that statement?" He raied his eyebrow.

"Pretty much yeah," You cross your arms.

"Dad shes funny, can she stay pleaseeeee" whined the human jelly bean.

"and she has good style" Added nobara.

"shes alright i guess" Megumi noted.

Nanami sighed, "Alright, youll do a trial week, well see how you do."

"Thank you so much!" You cheer in excitement, running to give him a hug before catching your self. "Mr. Nanami, Sir"

its gonna be a long week...

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Authors Note :: im srry if this is absolutely trajs, its late and im tired but yeah. Not proof read, we die like nanami.

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Femininity is a strange subject. Many women I know want to be more feminine, dress more feminine while seemingly forgetting that feminine is something they are and not something they wear. That being said, dressing feminine is a way to show people your personality where coming right out and saying it is not advantageous or just not useful.

Dressing in a feminine way is an expression of yourself and a way to convey other things: you take care of yourself, you are polished and you are charming. So, how do you look more feminine?

1) Lean into gender assigned clothes. I know, I know. "Gender assigned clothes" is a strange way to phrase something but honestly I'm just trying to phrase it in a way that won't get me shouted at.

What I mean is dresses, skirts, flowy clothes and pastel colours. Dressing stereotypically may not be everyone's cup of tea but if you're trying to look more feminine then you need to wear what people associate with the word.

Now, I don't mean no trousers, tshirts and loose, unshaped clothes but make sure that you wear something that grabs your public's attention and make that piece feminine. Some examples: black jeans with a beautiful flowy white shirt; a pant suit with a pink shirt; sneakers and a tennis skirt, and on a sexy note, your boyfriend's oversized shirt and a pair of heels.

2) If you want less traditional clothes, accentuate your clothes. Most women have curves and all should show them regardless of what and how much they were blessed with.

We are lucky, our most feminine assets are right in plain view so wear something to flatter them. Be careful not to flash anyone, as modesty and charm certainly are some of the most feminine personality traits, but tight showy shirts have (almost) never been a decision I regret making.

3) Be mindful of accessories when wearing long or warm clothes

Winter is a tricky time to dress feminine. Summer is easy with the heat remiving every clothing option but dresses, cute tops or shorts. Winter is more difficult due to big warm clothes and shapeless (but warm) thermal items.

One way I fight against winter clothing is by wearing accessories like a cute scarf, a lovely hat (berrets are cute), shoes or even jewelery. It brings a touch or femininity without removing cosiness or practicality.

Accessories are good all year round, of course, but they are especially good in winter.

4) Don't underestimate the power of shoes.

This one ties in with number 3 and 1. We like to think that our feet can wear whatever while the rest of us in dressed to the nines and I'm sorry but that's just wrong. Heels do wonders for the shape of our legs and make our ankles look appealing. Sneakers can be cute on a tennis field and almost nowhere else. That flat shape makes you look squarer and smaller while a curvier shoe elongates your shape and (obviously) makes you taller.

Obviously, heels are not appropriate for all occasions so you'll need other shoes. Flat shoes have their place, but they need to be paired with the right clothes. Sneakers with workout attire, ballet flats or tennis shoes with flowy skirts and polo shirts and sandals on the beach or summer markets, this is the blueprint I use and it has never failed to make me look polished and felinine. 

5) Make sure your clothes match.

This seems silly but it goes a long way to make you look feminine and polished. Never mix more than 3 colours together unless they already appear on a patterned item (but but don't fuss too much if coats and gloves don't match what goes underneath). Never mix patterns, patterns on one item means solids for the rest. Dress appropriately for the season, in warmth and in colours. In a winter wonderland, no one wants to see bright tropical patterns, it makes you stand out like a sore thumb.

There id nothing wrong with leaning into your femininity. It is already a part of you and exploring all parts of oneself is never a bad thing if it doesn't harm others. For me, being more feminine and dressing in a way that shows it makes me more confident and happy. Wearing a dress makes me happy, you might find it's not for you and that's fine. I applaud you for trying and for wanting to do it properly.

One year ago, I was trying to mend my broken heart and finding how to be by myself again.

( sparrow!ben hargreeves x fem!reader )

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a/n :: reader is technically jennifer and is referred to as jennifer by the umbrella academy but not by the sparrows; although reader is jennifer, she is NOT jennifers look alike and readers appearance is up to the readers themselves interpretation. I also do not own any of these characters!

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warnings :: takes place around the time of season 3, slight fluff, slight angst, reader has powers, reader is NOT a sparrow but she does fight along side them, i cant write fight scenes.

word count :: 1579

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“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?”

You can hear the six intruders mumble out shit. You hear the muffled sound of a male's voice say Ben’s name. 

“Is that really you?” asked another one of the unidentified men. Why are they so shocked to see him you questioned?

You can hear clearly this time, another man yells out. “And who are the weirdos on the balcony?” You snicker a bit, Marcus looks at you standing in the doorway and glares. You look away.

Reginald's voice echos out, “They are the sparrows,” You see the ones on the balcony straighten out. Knowing Ben so well, you know he did as well, “My children.” Reginald finished. The house rumbles slightly. The lights flicker but not from your doing.

You hear the voice of a prepubescent teenager ask, "I'm sorry. What do you mean, your children?” You can hear him step closer, "That's not possible, old man.”

The rest of the sparrows step down from the balcony, standing on the lower floor with Ben, while Reginald speaks, “Of course it is! I think I'd know, wouldn't I?”

You step out of the doorway. Leaning on the railing of the balcony, out of sight from the intruders. You notice a scrawny man with long and and a ridiculous cowboy hot point towards Ben, “Everyone else can see Ben, Right?” he questions.

“Cute hat, sundance,” Ben says sarcastically. You quietly giggle.

Reginald interrupts the weird hippie look-alike, “They call themselves the Umbrella Academy,” You can see your boyfriend glare at the cowboy. “A group of scheming, prefidious malcontents, who accosted in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claim to be my spawn.”

You watch as the tall girl with long dark hair and a cape steps closer to Reginald, “Claim?” she asks, “Look, Five, what the hell is going on.” She turns to the teenager.

The child looks at the sparrows in front of him, “I don't know yet, but it's very concerning.”

Marcus points towards Reginald while staring down the big guy in the middle, “Is he telling the truth.”

The shorter pale one, responds, “Not the part about us being perfidious.”

The hippie interrupts, “No, we're amateur-fidious, at best.”

The pale one starts back up again, “But we are his children. This is our house.”

The big one stutters out, “yeah, yeah. We, uh… we grew up here.”

Alphonso starts mocking him and his stutter, everyone laughs, even you.

“I kind of think we would have noticed you.” Sloane stated

The big one switches up, “Hi. I'm Luther.” 

That made you cringe, Sloane's face contorted into an awkward glance and nod.

The cloaked woman started back up again, “Okay, none of you belong here.”

“Oh! Well then.” Fei started sarcastically, “I guess we’ll just pack our bags and move out.”

Christopher garbled out a joke about the ‘Umbrella Academy’,

“You slay me, Chris,” laughed Ben.

The next moment Grace walked through the door holding a plate of cookies. “I wasn't expecting company, this was the best I could do on shor- short- short- notice” she glitched out. 

The man with medium length hair stepped closer to her, “Mom?”

“Mom? She's a robot, you perv.” Jayme said.

The same man looked at her, "It's not a robot.” 

While the big one chimed in, “Hey, don't you call him that.”

Ben stepped closer, “Or what?”

The big one replied, “Come closer and find out.”

The short pale one stepped out. “Luther! Guys, chill!”

“You think I'm afraid?” Ben asked?

An argument broke out. Voice over lapping each other. Each member threatened each other. You make eye contact with Jayme, she smirks at you. She spit out her acid right on the man with a bobs face. 

Marcus broke the argument, “Enough,” He yelled, “I don't know which circus you escaped from or how you got past our security, but were done here.”

Jayme blows the batman wanna-be a kiss then turns to wink at you. 

“You have 30 seconds to get out of our house,” Marcus continued before getting cut off by the woman in a cape.

“And if we don't?" She questioned.

Marcus stepped closer, “Then we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.”

The shortest one spoke out, “Look, we just fought a literal army. Okay? This doesn't need to get ugly. Let's all just calm down, and let's talk.”

The nerves in the room seemed to drop until the long haired man started whispering to Ben, “Psst. Ben-er-ino. You look so much better alive than you do dead.” He laughed, “Am i right?Except that haircut.” he started walking closer towards Ben. 

“What the hell did you just say?” Ben raised his voice.

“Come on, come on. Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants.” The hatted man said while getting closer towards Ben. Your knuckles were turning white with how hard you were gripping the banister of the stairwell. You're pretty sure you burnt a hand print into it. “Wow, Nice scar. Muy macho.”

“Shut your mouth!” Yelled Ben.

The weird one opened his arms wide, “You shut your mouth and just hug your brother-” He was interrupted with a clean right hook from Ben. sending him flying across the room.

Dramatic much? You thought. 

The man you assume is Luther spoke up, “Hey! What the hell? You didn't have to do that!” 

“Oh, I'm pretty sure I did!” Ben yelled.

You can see the look on Sloane's face, it was filled with panic. As was yours.

Alphonso spoke in, “That's right! He did.”

Another argument broke out, voices yelling. Marcus pushed Luther back. Which resulted in Luther trying to swing at Marcus. Marcus ducked and kicked him right in the stomach, sending Luther flying back into his weird ass brother.

More fighting broke out. Marcus versus Luther. A pathetic fight between Christopher and the man with too many knives. Which led to Chris electrocuting him. Ben was fighting the child. Which didn't seem much like a fair fight to you. Considering Ben is close to 6ft and that child is 5 foot something.

It wasn't surprising when Ben got the upper hand. But what was surprising was Five being able to teleport out of Ben choke-hold. 

“Youre alive, that's … great. Or possibly horrible.” Five stumbled back. “Im not really sure yet.”

Ben's face contorted in confusion, “Is that some kind of weird smack-talk?”

Five replied, "It's more of an existential problem, really, Ben."

“Awesome. Well here's your next problem.” Ben ejected a tentacle out of his chest. But the kid teleported out of the way and onto the balcony.

Five saw you near the end of the railing, stunting him for a minute before you turned and ran off. He turned back to Ben.

“You know, even though you're a total asshat now…” Five started. Ben sent out two tentacles towards him but he teleported behind him, grabbed Ben by his shoulders and punched him in the face.

As you were running down the hall you could hear some yelling, “Whos your daddy,”

Coming up to a junction in the stairway you were met with Jayme. “I thought Ben told you to stay inside?”

“Since when have I ever listened to Ben?” you questioned.

Interrupting your conversation, Five and the caped women teleported right in the middle of you. 

“Go for Jennifer, ill handle this one” Five said to the girl. 

A fight broke out between you and the caped woman, you could see through the corner of your eye Jayme causing Five to make out with air…

God this family is so weird

The woman got a good hit on you, you hit the floor. You heard her over you.

“I heard a rumor-” she started.

The lights grew brighter. Your hands became hotter, the pressure inside your skull was building. In a burst of light you sent her down the flight of stairs in front of you both. She was on the floor groaning in pain, you stalked down the steps.

“Jennifer…” you heard her grunt out. 

Your hands were burning, they were glowing with a golden light. The lights around you went haywire with the flickering.

“My name,” You breathed in, lifting your hand up, your hand shining like the sun. your eyes glowed golden. “Isnt Jennifer!” You yelled out. Bending down to strike her in the chest until the short kid kicked you in the head. 

The lights shattered.

You saw them run off. Rolling over you looked at jayme laying on the top of the stairs.

“What. the. fuck.” You questions

“Me too,” sighed Jayme, “Me too..”

You could hear the faint cawing of Feis crows from down the hall. Using that as a wake-up call to get off your ass.

Once you've finally stabilized yourself, you look over and see everyone minus Marcus surrounding the short pale one from earlier. 

A large blast shoots out sending everyone flying back, even you. 

You hear the sound of glass breaking, and the grunts and groans of everyone who got hit.

As you're standing back up you can hear Marcus’s voice ring out, “It's over. Go. Now. Don't come back.”

You watched them limp out, passing you on the way to the front door. You can feel eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn to look at where it's coming from but you're only met with the angry eyes of Ben Hargreeves.

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♡ James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader ♡

Summary: Sargent James "Bucky" Barnes finds love from a bakers daughter. He believes he can't live without her, so he promises to find her in every life; will he keep that promise?

Warnings: Probably OOC - Written in 1st Person.

Word Count: 792

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And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and choose you - Kiersten White

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Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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It was 1918 when a beautiful baby girl was born to a baker and a teacher. She was the youngest of 3 older brothers. She was small and fragile, but so sweet. She inherited her looks and smarts from her mother, as well as the kindness and baking ability from her father. Their family was a lot. Her eldest brother, William, was determined to go pro in Major League Baseball. The second-born, John, was more artistic, a painter at heart; their mother said he got it from their father. The third born, Charles, was amazing at math and even better at building; their father said he was going to be a big engineer in the future. Last but not least, the youngest, the baby of the family. She was so sweet, gentle to every animal, kind to every person. Their parents say, “No matter what she chooses to do in life, she will go far.”  

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Present Day - 1938, New York City, New York

My friends and I decided to go to Coney Island for my 20th birthday, honestly, a horrible decision considering I'm scared of heights and hate roller coasters, but the carney games are fun, so at least there's something to do while all of my friends are currently in line for the Cyclone. I'm standing by some shooting game, near the entrance/exit area. Am I being creepy by watching people exiting the ride? Probably. Do I care? Not at all. But what I didn't think I would see is a gorgeous man walking off the ride with one of his (who I assume to be) friends. He has the most beautiful blue eyes and a gentle smile. He's the most attractive man I've ever seen. We made eye contact through the crowd of people, and he flashed me a mesmerizing smile and a nod. I smile back, a small smile but still noticeable. I turn and face the underpaid worker at the game booth. 

“How much to play?” I ask, already fishing my wallet out of my purse.

The worker, whose scuffed name tag reads “George”, responds that answering my question is the most annoying thing ever, “10 cents per shot.”

I'm sorry, 10 cents? I could buy a full loaf of bread and still have change with that amount of money. Especially per shot, if I wanted to shoot 10 times, that would be a full dollar. 

“I'm sorry, are you sure-” I was rudely cut off.

“Yes, I'm sure, I don't make the price. If you have a problem, you can leave and go talk to my manager.” He snaps while rolling his eyes.

I step backwards away from the booth and start to walk towards my friends in line, but as I go to turn around, I'm about to walk straight into someone's chest, the chest of the handsome man I saw earlier.

“Oh my, I am so sorry! I did not see you there.” I say, trying to laugh it off, but my lord, he looks even better up close.

He laughs softly. "Don't worry about it,” he puts his hand out between us, “I'm Bucky.”

I take his hand, shaking it while introducing myself. He pauses for a moment and asks, “Having trouble beating this game?” He turns towards the booth.

“No, it's expensive, so I decided to save my money and spend it on a different game.”

He turns to look at me, “Any other games catch your eye?” He says with a smile. I turn to face all the other booths, and I spot the cutest brown bear. I point over to it and turn to look at me with a smile and nod of his head; he wraps his arm around my shoulder and starts heading towards it. As we were walking, he looked down at me, still with a smile, and asked, “What are you doing in Coney Island?”

“It's my birthday!” I smile up at him, “I'm officially 18!”

“Well, now I really need to get you that bear, birthday girl,” he chuckles. 

We make it to the booth, it's a simple dart game, get a bullseye, and you get a prize. He pulls a dollar bill out of his pocket and gets 20 darts. It seems kind of extreme, but getting a bullseye is hard. He lines up his shot, but right before he can take it, he turns his head to look at me, “Could I have a kiss for good luck?” He says grinning

“You'd have to take me on a date first!” I say, laughing along with him.

“If I win this and I get you the bear, you owe me a date,” he states.

“Deal.” I agree.

It takes him a few shots to get it, but after the 9th try, he hits a bullseye, and he gets me my bear. We're walking back to meet up with my friends, and before I go, he pulls me back by my hand. 

“Don't forget, you still owe me that date,” he says.

I sigh sarcastically, “I guess you're right. Do you have a piece of paper? I'll give you my address and you can pick me up at 8 this Tuesday, preferably someplace fancy.”

He hands me a crumpled-up receipt out of his coat pocket and a half-broken pencil.

“There,” I say, handing him back the piece of paper, “Now you know when and where to pick me up.”

He nods his head, “8, Tuesday, someplace fancy. Got it. I'll see you soon, doll.” he winks at me and walks away to meet back up with his slim blond friend. I turn around to see all my friends smiling at me, and I can't help but smile back.

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♡ James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader ♡

Summary: Sargent James "Bucky" Barnes finds love from a bakers daughter. He believes he can't live without her, so he promises to find her in every life; will he keep that promise?

Warnings: Probably OOC - Written in 2nd Person. Fluff (For now...)

Word Count: 1965

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And I'd choose you;

in a hundred lifetimes,

in a hundred worlds,

in any version of reality,

I'd find you and choose you

- Kiersten White

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Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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You didn't really comprehend how nerve-racking a first date was, after all, this is your first ever date; unless you count that time in 2nd grade where u ate lunch with Bobby Smith. You couldn't tell your brothers or your father because you knew they'd go crazy at the fact that their baby sister was going out with a man. And your mother wasn't home since she was visiting her sister all the way out in California. So you were all by yourself. 

You dug out your favorite baby blue floor-length dress and a matching pair of pearl-white heels. You sat down at your vanity, you haven't even left the house yet, your heart is pounding, and you feel like your face is on fire. “Breath,” you whispered to yourself. 

Once you were done with your makeup and had done the final touches of your hair, you were ready. You glance at the clock, it reads 7:58, you have 2 minutes till he shows up.

You were slowly walking down the stairs right as the doorbell rang. He's here. You sprinted to the front door, but unfortunately, William beat you to it. “Who the hell are you?” William questioned, cocking his head to the side. You cut in front of William and pushed him out of the way.

“Hi Bucky,” You said while grinning widely, “You look amazing.” Amazing was an understatement. If you thought he looked good in casual clothes, he looked even better in a suit.

He smiled down while laughing. He held out a bouquet of tulips, “I forgot to ask what your favorite flower is, so I got you these.” You grabbed them and set them down in the empty vase on the table near the door. You hooked your arm with his. Leading him outside.

“Where are you going?!” You heard William yell. You turned and saw him standing in the door with a confused look on his face.

“I'll be back later tonight!” you yelled back, smiling.

Bucky added, “I'll have her back before midnight! I promise!”

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You both had arrived at a fancy Italian restaurant called Barbetta. Bucky had walked up to the hostess stand at the front. The kind gentleman dressed in a sharp tux asked, “What name is it under?”

Bucky responded, “It's under Barnes,” and the suit-clad man nodded and started walking to lead us to your table. Bucky held out his arm for you to hold onto while walking.

“It's beautiful in here,” you said in awe, “this place seems really expensive.” Bucky only chuckled.

“Don't worry about how expensive it is,” he said in a calming tone. As you arrived at your table, Bucky pulled your chair.

“I don't think I told you yet,” Bucky started as he sat down, “You look amazing tonight.” You felt your face get hotter, and you smiled out of awkwardness. 

After ordering and having long conversations about both of your friends, families, and lives, you looked at Bucky. The warm lighting of the restaurant highlights his features. “So, who was the guy you were with at Coney Island?”

“That was my friend Steve,” Bucky responded, “Why? You interested in him?” he laughed.

“If I were interested in him, I wouldn't be here, would I?” You responded sarcastically.

After a beat of silence, Bucky told you how they had met, how Bucky saved him from some bullies trying to fight him in an alleyway. “How heroic of you,” You laughed.

Once you were both done eating, Buckypaid for your meal, and you both left. As you were walking back, Buckycould feel you practically vibrating from how cold you were. Bucky looked over at you and let go of your hand while he slowed down to a stop. “Are you ok?” you questioned.

“I'm perfect, but you're shaking so bad I'm scared you're gonna hurt yourself with all that shivering,” he said while sliding off his jacket. He pulled you closer with one hand while his other held the nape of his coat. He set the jacket over your shoulders like a cape. “You feel better?” He asked while rubbing his hands up and down your arms. 

“I feel a lot better, thank you,” you said while he grabbed your hand again. 

“Don't worry about it,” he said, smiling at you. 

As he was walking you up to your front door, he grabbed your arm to turn you around. “I had a lot of fun, thank you for going with me,” he said while smiling at you. 

“I should thank you,” you laughed. “I also had a lot of fun,” you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “there's the kiss I promised.” You smiled

“Hopefully, I'll be able to see you soon,” he said as his face flushed from the kiss. 

“Of course, I had a really good time,” you said.

“Goodnight, doll,” Bucky said while walking away. You turned around to walk inside, and as soon as you crossed the threshold, you were greeted by 4 questioning faces.

“So who's the meat-head?” Charles asked.

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1943, New York City, New York

It wasn't your first time meeting Steve; he was Bucky's' best friend, so you both had gotten used to hanging out. You and Bucky had planned on going to the Stark Expo the night before he was shipped off to Europe for the war. You decided you would cry tomorrow at the fact that you would be losing your boyfriend of 4 years, for god knows how long.

Bucky wanted to invite Steve to hang out before he left, “All I want is to be by my girl and my best friend before I go off to war,” Bucky claimed. You felt hesitant. Steve wasn't the most outgoing guy, and you know, he already felt awkward, like he was constantly third wheeling. So you offered to invite one of my friends; it would be a double date. 

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“I don't see what the problem is,” Bucky started, walking down the stairs towards the front of the Expo, “You're about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there are three and a half million women here?” He said to the blonde.

“Well, I'd settle for just one,” Steve said solemnly.

“Good thing I took care of that,” Bucky said, waving to you and Margaret with a smile.

“Hey, Buck!” You yelled, waving back at him. 

“What do you tell her about me?” Steve asks harshly.

“Only the good stuff,” The brunette said with a smirk as Steve quickly fixes his hair. As they walked up, Bucky pulled you into a hug. “Hey doll.” He greeted.

“Hey Buck,” You too shared a brief kiss, “Steve, this is Margaret, Margaret, this is Steve!” You said excitedly. Steve looked hesitant as he shook Margaret's hand.

You and Margaret chatted away while Stevee gave Bucky a look as you four walked in.

Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world.

You were in awe at the amount of fancy high-tech things that were around you. Bucky looks at you with a love-struck smile. You can hear light jazz music playing as the presentation by none other than Howard Stark was about to start. 

“It's starting!” You hear Margarett say excitedly. You grab Bucky's arm and drag him with you and Margaret. He looks back at Steve with a smile and a nod of his head to invite him along with you both. 

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark!

You look on the stage and see 5 girls dressed in a black tux-like dress with a black and white striped corset-like undershirt. One of their white gloved hands where placed on top of their black top hat as Howard came up from the right side of the stage. One girl at the very end walked up to grab his hat and hand him his mic, to which he pulled her into a kiss. You heard a girl in the crowd yell, “I love you, Howard.” That made you and Margaret giggle. 

Howard started, “Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all?”Four out of the five girls took the wheels off the cherry red car on the stage. “Yes. Thanks, Mandy.” Howard Said. “With Stark Gravitic Reversion Technology, you'll be able to do just that.” 

Howard twisted a knob on a silver panel in front of him, which caused the ‘tires’ to start glowing as the car lifted off the ground. You squeezed buckys hand while looking back at him with a star-struck smile. “Are you seeing this?” you whispered to him, “I can't believe this is real.” Bucky only laughed and kissed you on the cheek. 

After a few short seconds, the ‘tires’ started sparking and the car promptly fell to the floor, causing everybody to flinch. “I did say a few yearsdidn'tt i?” Howard said with a laugh of embarrassment. 

You and Margaret started talking about what just happened while Bucky turned around to talk to Steve, “Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls…” he was cut off by the absence of Steve.

“Doll,” Bucky said, grabbing your waist. “I'll be right back, I gotta go find Steve.”

You turned around, “What? Where did he go?” You asked

“I don't know, I'll be back quick though. Then we can go dancing, ok?” he asked. After he heard your agreement, he kissed you on the top of the head and walked off.

Bucky found Steve at a building labeled United States Armed Services Recruitment. He grabbed Steve's arm to turn him around, “Come on. You're kind of missing the point of a double date. We're taking the girls dancing.” Bucky stated.

“You go ahead. I'll catch up with you.” The smaller man said.

Bucky looked down at him with disappointment in his eyes, “You're really gonna do this again?” Bucky asks.

“Well, it's a fair. I'm gonna try my luck.” Steve says matter-of-factly.

“As who, Steve from Ohio?” Bucky said roughly, ” They'll catch you. Or worse, they'll actually take you.”

“Look, I know you don't think I can do this,” Steve said before he was cut off by Bucky.

“This isn't a back alley, Steve. It's war.” Bucky stated firmly

“I know it's a war,” Steve said.

“Why are you so keen to fight?” Bucky questioned. “There are so many important jobs.”

“What do you want me to do?” Steve asked. “Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon?”

“Yes!” Bucky exclaimed. “Why not?”

“I'm not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky,” Steve said in an annoyed tone. “Buck, you come on. Men are laying down their lives. I have no right to do any less than them. That's what you don't understand. This isn't about me.”

Bucky nodded, “Right. ‘Cause you got nothing to prove,” he said sarcastically.

“Hey, sargent james! Are we going dancing?” You yelled at him, oblivious to the argument that just happened between him and his best friend.

Bucky exhaled and turned around to face you both, “Yes, we are.” He exclaimed with a smile. He turned back around to look at Steve one more time. He shook his head as he said, “Don't do anything stupid until I get back.”

“How can I?” Steve asked, “You're taking all the stupid with you.” 

Bucky sighed, "You're a punk.”

Steve pulled him into a hug, “Jerk.” As they let go, Steve said quietly, “Be careful.”

As Bucky was walking away, Steve yelled out, “Don't win the war till I get there!” and Bucky saluted him as he walked back up to us.

“Come on, sweetheart. They're playing our song.” Bucky said, grabbing your waist, leading you to the club nearby.

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A/N: Chapter 1 is finally done! I'm so sorry it took forever and its kinda bad. school is kicking my ass rn. Anyway, i hope all like it! Love you!!

The important thing in life is that you enjoy yourself. The rest can sort itself out, but mental health needs to be maintained and taken care of. Like I have heard someone say before "Mental illness is not your fault but it is your responsibility". One way I take care of my responsibility is with hobbies, taking a few seconds to myself goes a long way to make me feel less desperate and overwhelmed.

It is my personal belief that a person needs 5 types of hobbies in order to live a happy and fulfilling life.

The first type allows you to live longer.

It can be a loose interpretation, where living longer just means holding on. For me, this type encompasses meditation, yoga, and self care.

The second type allows you to enjoy your life.

For me that's reading, watching tv and playing board games, but it could also include travel, horse riding, etc.

The third type stimulates the mind. 

That can be sudokus, strategy games, reading non fiction, learning or playing chess

The fourth type stimulates the body. 

Pick a sport you enjoy and stick to it, or don't and try something new every week, or pick a class that combines many things. It doesn't matter as long as you move your body in a sustainable way.

The last type is a hobby for the home.

Crafting, cooking, baking, cleaning, furniture flipping, musical instrument playing and homemaking all enrich the home and make taking care of your space more enjoyable.

I find that for me, scheduling my days or weeks with these interspersed between chores, work and errands helps me avoid burnout. Regularly scheduling all of these allows me practice all my hobbies, and helps me have a structured and fairly routind focussed schedule without feeling like my life looks the same every week.

Obviously, even switching between categories of hobbies can get lonely so don't hesitate to invite friends to join. Hobbies are a great way to make new friends but they are also a great way to catch up or reconnect with friends. If like me, you're scared that you won't have much to talk with with your friends, social hobbies provide many ways to fill silence without awkward small talk. And if you don't have many friends, online spaces exist for everything. Don't be afraid to strike up a conversation but remember to be safe and not give personal details.

That's all for today girlies, have a wonderful morning, day, afternoon, and evening!

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☠︎︎ - work in progress || ♱ - finished || ཐིཋྀ - coming soon

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

- It's Always Been You ~ ☠︎︎

"Sargent James "Bucky" Barnes finds love from a bakers daughter. He believes he can't live without her, so he promises to find her in every life; will he keep that promise?"

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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Jujustu Kaisen

Nanami Kento

- Miss Fine, Please! ~ ☠︎︎

Famous producer, Nanami Kento is currently out of a nanny for his 3 kids until a door-to-door makeup sales women catches his eye. Even with their clashing styles, will she be a able to be "the one".

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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The Umbrella Academy

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves

- Icarus and the Sun ~ ☠︎︎

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Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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