Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.
Summary: After not wanting to celebrate his birthday, Steve and Tony convince Bucky to go to a “Blind Date”.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1780
Warnings: angst at the end, mentioning of german food
A/N: yooo guess who’s back after her unplanned break of 141 days? I am so so sorry guys. You have no idea how many times I tried to write but just couldn’t. But for now, I’m back with the usual portion of fluff and angst <3 I hope you like it!
“You did what?” Steve asked, shoving his left hand through his hair before he let it fall to his side again. He looked at Tony, shook his head (twice) and then started scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t know what to say. Not after the thing Tony had just told him.
“The guy’s a hundred years old, Steve”, Tony defended himself. “He didn’t even want a birthday party. That’s the least we should do for him. When was the last time he was on a date? With a cute girl in a pretty dress? Huh? 1941?”
“That’s not…” Steve tried to say but Tony waved it off and Steve shrugged. Maybe Tony was right. Bucky didn’t want to talk to Steve about his birthday. Not to him, nor to Natasha or to Clint who he had kind of become good friends with in the past few months.
“It’s good to have a date every once in a while Steve. Even when he’s not ‘looking for something’”, Tony made some quotation marks in the air and rolled his eyes. The last time Tony had suggested Bucky go on a date, this had been the exact answer he had been given.
That Bucky was too old. That he was carrying too many problems. That he was not looking for something. That he was just trying to be normal again if that was even possible for someone with a past like his.
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 23,” in honor of World Poetry Day
A night for being completely honest.. what you wanted was a bigger relationship, but for that to happen, you had to tell him what you wanted.
“Tell me the truth.”
You stared at him, unable to utter a word.
He stared back at you, with loving eyes.
“I just want to know your past. All the dirty secrets, all the affairs, the issues,..” He said as he pulled you into his lap, brushing his lips on your collarbone.
“Jimin..” You breathed out. His touch was always so much to you, too much. Jimin was possibly the most perfect man you’d ever met- perfectly unperfect. He had as many dirty secrets as you, but he still portrayed a beautiful, untainted painting.
“Babygirl..” He mutters while pulling you even closer. “I know we all have a past, but I just want to know if I can trust you. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”
He was right. For both of you to have a relationship more than just fucking, you had to be honest.
You look up at him.
“There may have been more than a few men at a time at a point in my life,” you admitted, “but there’s no one else now. Only you. Forever, only you.” You whispered, caressing his cheek.
“Can I trust you?”
“Baby, of course you can. Always and forever.”
“Prove it to me.”
Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him. His deep eyes stared back into yours, a sympathetic look, but still dark and sexy as ever.
Y si no me quieres, te entiendo. A mi también me daría vergüenza estar con alguien como yo. Alguien a quien todos critican, alguien que no tiene nada bien, que no es linda, ni inteligente, que siempre estropea las cosas y que no tiene nada bueno para ofrecer…
Deckerstar scenes. Well, the last one is debatable and in the second I’m sure she talks to the one who is a threatening to shoot them so… But still, It seems like she realises just how… unperfect Lucifer really is and has come to terms with that. Not that she will forgive him right away but still, it’s something.
Don’t wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.
Discription: You are one of Scorpius’s best friends and you happen to be way older and in a diffrent house then he is. One day when you are about to leave for your last year of Hogwarts you meet the father of someone~
Warnings: Age gap (Huge age gap- an 18 and a 38(?) year old), Slight spoliers from the Cursed Child! and Draco’s (Tom’s) sexyness!
Broken. Grieving. Hurt. Those have been words to discribe Draco in the past year. People kept telling him petty things; that he should just move on but it was hard to. How you’d feel if the love of your life, producer of your heir, was ripped from your side? Let me tell you something, If you loved your partner as much as Draco loved his, you’d be doing the same.
“Dad, Come on I loved mum too but you can’t just shut people out.”
“Dad, please!” He begged. “You might shut out the wrong people!”
“Dad you have to get back out there.” Scorpius -Heir of the Slytherin Prince and his deceased wife- begged. “Talk to some ladies or anyone, please!”
Draco could do not shutting people out or shutting the people who could really help him out but what he couldn’t do was ‘get back out there’ as his son says. He just couldn’t, it felt disrespectful to her. He couldn’t bring himself to love anyone as much as he loved her.
“Dad come on! Come on!” Scorpius said ushering his father around the crowded platform. Scorpius was happy to be back, happy to be going back to his second home. He’d get to see his best friends, Albus S. Potter and (Y/N) (L/N). Albus Potter,Fourth year, Slytherin son of Harry James Potter and Ginny Potter (nee. Weasley). (Y/N) (L/N), Seventh year, Hufflepuff daughter of (Mother’s name) and (Father’s name).
“Scorpius!” Your voice had been heard by both Malfoy’s and was not going unnoticed. You ran towards then, when you were at their feet you hunched over slightly trying to catch your breath. You coughed slightly, lifting your head up to peer into the younger boys eyes. “Scorp, You don’t how much I missed you and Albus and Hogwarts!” You sighed in relief and happiness.
“I missed you too, (Y/N).” Scorpius said hugging the older girl. A cough made him release you and making you look up. Draco stood, arms crossed in a black tux. He watched the scene unfold before his eyes.
“Oh, Im sorry Sir. Im (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” You stuck out your hand for him. Draco got a better look at you just then. You were almost perfect. Perfect (Eye Color). Perfect (Hair Length and Color) and Perfect (Skin color) but that just made you too perfect and that couldn’t be. Something was unperfect of you and he would find out.
Draco grabbed your hand shaking it slightly, “Draco Malfoy.” He said. “What is your blood status and house?” Draco was blunt. She had a flaw and this might be it.
“Dad-” He was cut off by your voice, your proud voice. You knew of Draco and his mum and dad Blood prejudice antics.
“ Im a Seventh year Pureblood Hufflepuff, Sir.” You smiled at him sweetly. Oh how gorgeous you were but there it was, your flaw. Hufflepuff. Out of all houses you could of been in, it was the second worst in his book. This house was full of Nothings. Nobody’s. Worthless house if you asked him, alsmost worthless as Gryffindor.
The Train pulled up before Draco could say anything, which ment Scorpius pulling you quickly to the train before his dad could speak.
Draco slammed his manor door shut hard and sobbed. He promised, he promised he wouldn’t fall in love but he did and fast. Love at first sight was real in his case right now and he felt disgusted; with his self and the age diffrence. He threw random near objects around him, shattering them to peices as he made his way you a picture. A picture of his late wife Astoria Malfoy (nee. Greengrass). “Im sorry love.”
Once he spoke thise three words he grabbed the picture if her tightly and sunk to his knees. “ Im sorry love.” He repeated.
“Im sorry, I did the once thing I said I wouldn’t do. I promised I wouldn’t fall in love with no one but you. I broke that promise, I fell in love and I just met her. Worst part? she’s half my age! So young.. She doesn’t need an Old Ex-Death Eater with a child, She needs a Young man that can give her anything at anytime. Want to know what else love? Shes our boy’s best friend, Im pathetic.” His sobs increased until her heard a faint voice call his name.
“Draco..” He looked up to he a shadowy pale figure, this figure was his wife.
“Love..-” She cut him off.
“You bloody Idiot, I lead the girl to you for a reason! Draco you need to let me go and be with that young lady. I’ve seen both out comes of this story Draco and When your with her I’ve never see you so happy, not even when I was still alive. You found your match.”
“No buts Mister Malfoy or i’ll torture your arse forever when your dead.”
Draco sighed, he could never win aginst his wife. Draco looked down at his nice polished black dress shoes then back up to meet nothing there. “Fine, for you i will”
With that he wrote his son a letter telling him to invite his young friend (Y/N) to the Malfoy Manor for Christmas Break.
This time I take colours from ref pic. The most dark and the most light and then medium ones. I chose a “base colour”, a medium tone and I cover the surface but not until the “margin” (1)
Then with the same colour and little size, I draw little lines arround where the hair ends, making the hair final form (2) I add dark colours but with a bigger brush and paint the roots (2-3) then a lighter colours (4-5-6) with a brush a bit smaller than before, and I start making more lines intensifying the colour (7-8) if the lines are too strong can blend a bit /not with blur tool ! using same colour but bigger size/ (9) and I keep adding ligh colour and make the highligh more strong (10-11) I continue mixing small lines with more bigger ones selecting diferent colours of the hair until I like the result (is a bit weird to explain. Don’t worry if it takes a mount of time, because actually does) (12-13-14) I prefer make this unperfect effect, but is optional. I draw random tiny lines and then I connect them to the rest of hair.
All this with 60-70% opacity exept at first (1) when I made the big colour area, in 100%
*the blue numbers in the hair pic process are the colours I added in every step*
About brushes and how to use them, I don’t recomend you a strong round brush without opacity control (like first). When I draw hair I always have this option activated (the green circle) and most of times I decrease the opacity to 60-80 too. Also I like to use a soft-texturized brush (3) and then when I make the details-little lines I change to a hard brush (2) but with presure control.
The last thing I show in this pic, is how can make a brush more adaptable to presure (the brush is a basic hard one).
*the numbers are for identify the kind of brush *
About colours. I recommend you change a bit the tone (like in the pic of color pickers). I mean, if you want brown hair don’t select the light, medium and dark from the same exactly tone, move it a bit. This can add to the hair the effect of more natual. Also as in the other pic, I don’t recomend you use 100% black (except if it’s so dark and contrasted) for dark hair or black. If you try to add a bit of colour can make it look more real. If you want black hair, I recommend you more a blue subtone but also depends of the light etc.
Also is so important know where the point of light comes. The effect depends amount of the kind of light. Also ain’t the same wet hair than dry.
One more thing , always follow the direction of hair.
Probably I’m forgeting things, but hope can help (plus some of you also asked for a tutorial since time ago too :3)