Ninette being bros is actually one of the best things. Have they been classmates forever? Probably. Does Marinette help Nino with song lyrics? Most likely. Does Nino keep Marinette entertained with good movies and stories while she’s designing? Almost certainly.
It’s all just good and soft and warm with friendship and love.
Alex Hirsch's words at the "Animation Game Changers" panel, CTN Expo 2016
<b>Hirsch:</b> [...] I mean, it's so amazing to be at this panel right now, cause it's like: "Oh, let's interview the giants [Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken, Lauren Faust], and now let's interview the ants standing on their shoulders [himself and Rebecca Sugar]". Like, the reason I knew at school that making a show was something you could do was because when I was in high school I was watching shows like Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Fairly Odd Parents, Invader Zim, whatever-- name it... and all of these were people who, you know, not that long ago had also been students, who then pitched something and who made it. So they had cut with a machette, you know, the path through the jungle, and it was there.<p/><b></b> And the weird thing to me when I was at college was that nobody-- most of the people I was friends with, they didn't care. I was like "guys, there's a path, through this dark jungle, to running your own show!" and they were like [funny voice] "yeah, but I wanna design a prop for Pixar."<p/><b></b> [laughter]<p/><b></b> And like, they didn't think of it as something cool, as if...<p/><b>Tony Bancroft:</b> 'cuz it was easier, is that why?<p/><b>Hirsch:</b> I mean, it still-- there's a bit of that persp-- I think people think that Feature[ film]s are prestigious and that TV is, I mean, you know. Just look at... Moana's got the main room and it's, like-- you guys could be there, listening to some guy say like: "Uhh yeah, here's an anecdote about the Rock. I met him. He's nice." WHO CARES?! [motions towards Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken and Lauren Faust] These people shaped Animation History!<p/></p>
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that
A/N: I remember back in 5th grade I got an A+ on a paper I wrote about how fun it was to collect rocks lmao.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve spat at his childhood best friend.
It had been three days since you had confessed your love for Bucky and he was now telling Sam and Steve about it.
“Right? I mean how could she do that to me? How could she put me in such a situation where-”
“No, Bucky,” Steve cut him off. “How stupid are you? I mean honestly, Buck, how fucking idiotic do you have to be to blame Y/N for – well, for having feelings for you.”
Bucky scoffed. “Steve, it’s fucked up.”
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Sam agrees as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“It’s fucked up because I have a girlfriend-”
“Yeah we know that already.” Sam spat.
Bucky shot his friend a mean look before continuing. “-and she knows that. Now I’m in an awkward position.”
“Awkward position?” Steve repeats and the long haired brunette nods.
“Yeah. She’s in love with me but I’m in a relationship. Awkward position. I don’t know what to do.”
Sam scoffs. “Here’s a suggestion; get your head out of your ass and accept the fact that you feel the same towards Y/N.”
“But I don’t.”
“You know, you don’t have to listen to what I’m saying.” Bucky huffed.
“You’re right, I don’t.” Sam stood up from the couch. “It’s bullshit anyways.”
The blonde and brunette watched as Sam walked over to the door with intentions to leave but was stopped when he opened the door to a fuming Natasha. Sam opened his mouth to greet the red head but was cut off by her pushing him out of the way.
She stormed over to Bucky, standing in front of him as he sat on the couch.
“Hey Nat, What’s u-”
He was cut off when her hand made contact with his cheek. Hard. The brunette cups his cheek, mouth gaped and he looked up at the red head in bewilderment.
“What the fuck did you do to Y/N?!” she shouts, becoming angrier just by looking at Bucky.
“W-What do you mean? I-”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Barnes! She’s been locked up in her room for three fucking days. She hasn’t been going to her classes, I don’t even know if she’s been eating or staying hydrated!” she exclaimed.
“How do you know it’s me who’s done something? For all you know it could be someone else!” Bucky replied.
“Because, you inconsiderate piece of dog shit, Wanda and I went into her room at check up on her and when we asked what was wrong the only thing she said was your name before she started crying so I ask again; what the fuck did you do to Y/N.” it wasn’t a question. It was more of ‘tell me or else I’ll murder you’. He didn’t have a choice.
Bucky gulped. “I… well I… it’s kind of-”
“He rejected Y/N.” Sam says for him. “But that’s not all. It wasn’t just a ‘oh I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way, I have a girlfriend’ he made her feel like shit. He yelled at her for having feelings for him, made her cry and didn’t bother to stop until, of course Kristen came.”
Bucky looked at Natasha whose eyes were shooting daggers into him. He genuinely feared for his life, even more so when she lunged at him but was pulled back by Steve.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” she shouted as she struggled to get free. “I can’t fucking believe you, Bucky! She tells you how she feels about you and then you pull some bullshit like this!”
“Woah, woah, woah, how about we talk about the fact that you all knew she was in love with me yet none of you guys even bothered to tell me?!” he looked around at his friends.
“Because it wasn’t for us to tell! It was how she felt, not how we felt! She had to be the one to tell you!” the red head replied.
“Well why the hell did she wait five fucking years?!” Bucky yelled as he stood up. “Why’d she wait till I was in a relationship?!”
“Because she was scared!” Natasha gave up and let Steve hold her back. She let out a huff and fixed her hair that had landed in her face. “I told her to tell you how she felt before it was too late. It was eating her up, Bucky. I couldn’t stand there and watch my best friend slowly get her heart broken but seeing her like this, right now at this moment,” she shakes her head. “it breaks my heart. You’ve completely broken her, Bucky.”
She breaks free from Steve’s grasp and walks over to the door. Glancing over her shoulder at the brunette, she shakes her head again. “A simple ‘I don’t feel the same way, I’m sorry’ would have sufficed.”
And she was gone.
It was quiet. Sam and Steve watched Bucky who was looking down at the floor, walking around the living room.
“Buck.” Steve said softly.
Bucky reached out and grabbed a vase that they had bought for decoration and smashed it on the floor, startling both Steve and Sam.
“God damnit!” he yelled. “God fucking d-” he stopped mid-sentence to knock over the little coffee table, kicking it until it was ruined.
“Bucky, calm down.” Steve says, walking over to his friend who swung around.
“Look what I did, Steve. Look. I ruined Y/N – I ruined my relationship with her! Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole who can’t admit the god damn truth!”
“What do you mean you can’t admit the truth? What truth?” he questioned.
Bucky scoffed. “Oh, as if you guys didn’t know.” He rolled his eyes. “I like Y/N.”
“Wait,” Sam jumps over the couch to join Steve and Bucky. “So you’re telling me that you rejected Y/N, yelled at her for having feelings for you but you feel the same way towards her?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s stupid, I know but throughout the years of knowing her I learned what her type was. Every time she would say someone was cute, they would fit right into her type of guys that she likes. Even past guys she’s liked all into the type of guys she likes.”
“What type of guys does she like?” Steve pressed on.
“She likes preppy, high-classed guys. Guys who gel their hair and keep it nice, guys who probably go golfing and wear polos. That’s the kind of guy she likes and do you think I fall under that? Hell no. I’m nowhere close to that so why even try?” he plops down on the couch and rubs his face with his hands. “When I kissed her on New Year’s it was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. I’d kiss her over and over again if I could. I thought she liked it, hell, I did but afterwards she said nothing. Just stared at me. The car ride home, nothing. Not even a goodnight when we went to sleep. She laid on the opposite side of her bed just to get away from me.
“I tried getting over her. All those girls I’ve went on dates with never even compared to Y/N but I knew I had to get over her. That’s when I met Kristen and she was pretty cool. I like her. But that’s it.” Bucky sighed and looked up at Sam and Steve. “That day in the hallway, when she told me she was in love with me, it was all I’ve ever wanted to hear. But it irritated me because why wait so damn long? Why wait until I’m getting over her to tell me how she felt? I get it, she was scared, I understand that but just… why?”
There was a pause before he sighed. “For a split second I thought Vis told her that I was in love with her and she was just saying all of that, just playing with my emotions which was why I acted so mean.”
“Wait, Vis knew?” Steve questioned and Bucky nodded. “How the hell did he know but I didn’t?”
“It’s not something I was broadcasting to the world, Steve.” He rolled his eyes. “Vis came over to hang out but I was finishing up my art project and he found my sketch book – well he didn’t find it, it was just laying on my bed – anyways he looked through my sketch book and I have… a lot of drawings of Y/N and some other sappy things. I guess it’s like my diary except I don’t express my feelings through words, I express them through drawings.”
Sam and Steve nod before Bucky continued.
“I wanted to throw myself into Y/N’s arms, to hold her and kiss her but I couldn’t. Especially when Kristen came. I had forgotten she was coming over.” The brunette sighs. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”
“Big time, my friend.” Sam pats his shoulder.
“What should I do? I have to talk to her. I have to make things right, to tell her that-that I feel the same way. She needs to know-”
“Slow your roll, Bucky.” Steve says. “Give her some time. And don’t forget that you need to talk to Kristen first. She deserves to know what’s happening… also you don’t want to go over to Y/N’s right now, I’m sure Natasha’s still pissed and Wanda will definitely be pissed. You won’t make it out alive.”
Bucky sits back on the couch and sighs. “You’re right, you’re right. I’ll go talk to Kristen tomorrow.”
It had now been day five since you confessed your love for Bucky and today was your first time back in class. The day had went by smoothly and you were in your last class of the day which just so happened to be your creative writing class. The class had ended and you took your time packing up. When you looked around, everyone had left and it was now just you and your professor.
You walked over to her desk and she greeted you with a warm smile. “What can I do for you miss Y/L/N?”
“I actually wanted to talk to you about my last paper. Y’know, the one where we had to write about the time we felt the most pain in our lives?” you say and your professor nods.
“Ah, yes. It wasn’t your best work.” She frowned.
“I know which was why I came to ask you if there was a possibility that I could rewrite it. I know it’s a long shot but I know I could do so much better.”
Your professor thinks it over before nodding. “I’ll let you rewrite it but only because I know you can do better. Your writing is amazing. That and I let a few other students rewrite theirs.”
You smile. “Thank you so much.”
“Not a problem.” She responds. “Turn it in by Friday.”
With a nod and another thank you, you leave the classroom and make your way to your car.
As you arrived at your apartment building, you looked around for Bucky’s car. You didn’t want to bump into him. You hadn’t seen him for 5 days, he had been ignoring you but it was probably for the better. You wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with him without crying.
You make it into your apartment without running into anyone and see Natasha and Wanda sitting on the couch. They turn their heads to you and you flash them a smile, although it wasn’t a big one.
“Hey guys.” You greet. “What’re you guys doing home?”
“I don’t have softball practice today.” Wanda says.
“Yeah and I just have nothing to do.” Nat shrugged.
“You’re not hanging out with Bruce today?” you questioned, locking up the door.
“Nah, he’s out with Tony and Steve.” She responds. You nod your head slowly all while Natasha and Wanda watched you like and eagle watching its prey.
“How are you feeling?” Natasha asks.
“Uh… good – better than yesterday so we’re getting somewhere.” you smile.
“That’s good.” She nods.
The three of you stare at each other before you clear your throat. “Well I’m gonna go in my room now.”
“No, stay out here and watch a movie with us!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nods her head in agreement.
“Maybe later. I have to rewrite something for my creative writing class. It won’t take long, I promise.” You say.
“Okay. We’ll let you pick the movie.” Natasha replies.
You nod and disappear into your room. You throw your bag onto your bed before sitting down on your chair and sighing. The last time you sat in this chair was when you were writing for your last paper and Bucky was sitting on your bed just-
“No.” you say. “I’m not going to think about him.”
You turn around and get your notebook and pen out of your bag before setting them on your desk. You take one look at your blank piece paper before starting to write.
What is pain? Pain is that heart-wrenching feeling you get. You know, the one where your heart physically clenches and you feel like you can’t breathe.
I didn’t know what real pain felt like until now. I just thought pain was the feeling you got when you fell and scraped your knee or - in my case - when you fall off your roof and your thigh gets impaled by a shard of glass.
That’s what I thought pain was.
I never thought about the pain you get when you tell the person that you’ve been in love with for five years that you’re in love with them only for them to not feel the same way. It hurts.
Now I know I could give you the short version and be done with this quickly but I’d rather not.
This is about the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life. This is about my first heartbreak.
It all started years ago with my best friend James….
A/N: I’M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS PART WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HOPE YA ENJOY, TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!
Fic based on this prompt by @learisa : The 40s where the reader meets someone and they talk about getting married and Bucky says: “you can not marry him you are married to me since you were five ….we were by the river and you had your blue dress on we used rings made of straw and steve let me swear never take your ribbons from your bicycle.”
A/N It’s pre-war, 1940s Bucky and I’ve never written anything like this so I hope I do it justice! I did change the story a bit but this is the idea that came to me. Enjoy!
Bucky x Reader
gif not mine
You and Bucky grew up together as your moms were best friends so you were forced to spend time together. When Steve’s mom joined the group, it was only natural that Steve became one of your forced friends as well. You say “forced friends” but really, they were the best friends of your childhood but sometimes, being the only girl in the trio made things difficult. They wanted to play by the river and swing on the tires hung on the trees there and your mother forbade you from doing so. You were lucky as it was that she would even let you go to the river but Bucky always promised to take care of you - after all, he was already taking care of Steve - and his promises of “Please Mrs. Y/L/N, I’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.” Something about the puppy dog eyes he’d give your mother worked and you never understood how but you never questioned it.
“I absolutely love all your warren fics! I was hoping you could do a warren x
reader where they’ve been best friends since childhood and one day warren just
says ‘holy shit I’m in love with them’ moment but warren is scared because he
doesn’t want to lose the reader’s friendship but the reader is in love with him
too and feels the same way.” and “Um hi! I was wondering if you could write a
request where the reader has a bad day and breaks down in front of Warren
Worthington, and he comforts them and cuddles them and stuff until they calm
down? Thank you so much both of your guys’ writing is amazing!”
I, as previously stated several times, am a ho for soulmate au’s. Therefore,
the following fic will be a soulmate fic, and will also probably end up much
longer than I intended to write it. Also, let’s pretend you and Warren both
live in the suburbs.
Seven days until your birthday. Seven days
until your soulmate’s name would finally be etched onto your arm. Seven days. A
week. God, you were scared. Terrified. And yes, you supposed his name could
appear sooner, but it hadn’t yet, and unless his birthday occurred before
yours, it wouldn’t happen.
You liked to imagine what he’d be like, but
you always came up empty, or your thoughts wandered off to someone else. You
shoved those images out of your head. No. Stop. You can’t keep dreaming of him,
not when you know it’s not meant to be. It won’t be him.
There was a knock on your window. You turned
around. Warren. A smile found your lips and you opened it up.
“Hey,” he crouched through the window. His
large feathery wings were a tight fit. They always were. You chuckled, pulling
him through. He stumbled forward, looking down at you. Warren was dressed in
his all-black ensemble. It was hot.
When you and Warren went out in public, you
got the weirdest looks. Not just because of his wings, but because he wore all
black and leather jackets and Metallica shirts and you were completely the
opposite. You were a flower child, left over from the seventies. A pastel fairy
queen in a world full of neon. And Warren couldn’t get enough of it.
As for your powers, you controlled plants.
Flowers bloomed at your touch and vines sprouted from seemingly nowhere.
Because of it, your room looked more like a garden, what with vines and flower
pots and small trees everywhere. It was a nice break, Warren decided. It was
refreshing, his little oasis in a desert of pain.
“How are you holding up, flower child?”
Warren took a seat on your bed. You sighed, managing a shrug.
“Not so well.”
“Terrified.” you nodded.
“You know why.” you held up your wrist before
slumping onto your bed beside him. He looked at you with empathy, leaning back
on his arms. His wings stretched up into the air. You smiled a little,
captivated by their mesmerizing movement. Warren scooped you up in his muscular
arms, pulling you to his chest. His wings wrapped around the both of you, a
shield from the world.
“I have known you since we were five years
old.” Warren whispered. You nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto his skin. He held you tighter,
shushing you gently. “You are a fantastic, amazing, beautiful person, and if
your soulmate can’t see that, he or she doesn’t deserve you.”
“You mean it?”
“Thanks.” you sniffled. “I needed that.”
“I know.” he smirked. “You’re turning me into
a softie. You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” you managed to laugh. Warren stared
at the ceiling of your room. His heart raced as he finally acknowledged the
thought that had been haunting him since the two of you were twelve. He was in
love with you. It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a stage. He knew in his heart that
if he wasn’t your soulmate, there was truly something wrong with the world. He
might never be the same if he lost you.
You stood on the back lawn of the Worthington
household six nights later. Tomorrow was your birthday and you were anything
but ready. You looked up at the balcony outside Warren’s room. After mustering
up the courage and wiping away most of your tears, you focused your energy on
creating a sapling. The small tree emerged from the ground, one of the branches
settling under your legs for support as it grew to the height of the balcony,
becoming a large, healthy apple tree.
You hopped off of the branch and walked to
the door, knocking a few times. It was late. Warren was asleep, you knew that
much. There was rustling around, a small crash, a stumble, and finally the door
opened, revealing a very sleep Warren. His wings were drooping, his eyes were
half-closed, and his golden curls made a messy halo on his head. He was shirtless,
and a pair of grey sweatpants hung loosely from his hips.
“Has that tree always been there?” he asked,
pointing tiredly behind you. You shook your head before rushing into his arms. “Hey,
hey, shhh, what’s wrong?” he held you tight, rubbing your back as your
shoulders shook with sobs.
“I’m so scared.” you whispered, clinging to
Warren as though if you let go of him for even a second he would vanish.
“It’s okay.” he spoke softly. “It’s gonna be
fine. Whoever they are, your soulmate, they’ll love you. No matter what.”
Warren didn’t let the pain he was feeling show. He was just as scared as you.
He didn’t want to lose you. The thought of it made him sick to his stomach. You
were the only thing in this damn world that made sense to him. You were the
only thing worth protecting.
“What if…Warren…” you trailed off. You had no
idea how to tell your best friend that you were in love with him on the night
before you were supposed to find your soulmate.
“I know.” he nodded. One of his hands cupped
your jaw. He pulled your face to his, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. “I
know.” he paused, taking a huge breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” you admitted. “But what if…”
“I know.” he stated, his eyes meeting yours. “We’ll
figure it out.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “I…I just I needed to see
you before I know. You know?”
“I know.” He closed his eyes, resting his head
on your shoulder. “I’m glad you came.”
“So am I.”
You sat up in bed the next morning almost
afraid to look at your forearm. You could feel it tingling as the letters
etched themselves into your skin. Your heart raced. Finally mustering the
courage, you looked at the newly-formed words. Written in your skin in his
messy, messy handwriting was ‘Warren
“HOLY SHIT!” you ripped the covers off of
your bed and got dressed as fast as you could. “OH MY GOD!!!”
“You okay in there, hun?” your mother asked
with a knowing smile. What she didn’t
say was that Warren had been waiting downstairs for twenty minutes, your name
written neatly on his arm.
“Yep! I’ll be out in a second!” you promised.
You put your hair up, pulled on your favorite outfit and raced down the stairs,
crashing right into Warren and nearly knocking him over. He laughed, embracing
you. He pulled up the sleeve of his leather jacket, showing you your name on
his arm. You showed him his name on yours. He held it in disbelief, running his
calloused fingers over the letters carefully. There were tears running down his
cheeks. Tears of relief. He fell to his knees, unable to stand.
“It’s you.” you stated, kneeling in front of
him. “It’s always been you.”
Your hands cupped his face, thumbs wiping at the
tears. Warren smiled, pulling you into his arms, and for the first time, he finally
pressed his lips to yours. It was a gentle kiss, sweet. His pink lips were so,
so soft and warm and welcoming.
“I love you so, so much.” Warren pressed
innumerable kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Happy birthday.”
Later, you sat on the hill outside of town
watching the sunset. A silver pair of wings dangled around your neck on a
chain. Your birthday present from Warren. You loved it more than you could
“I feel like I always kind of knew.” Warren’s
arms tightened around your waist. You leaned back into his chest.
“Yeah.” he nodded. “You’re the only one that
makes me feel like I’m not a freak.”
a freak.” you stated. A smile tugged at your lips as you pressed a sweet kiss
to the corner of his mouth. “You’re an angel.”
“I love you, flower child.”
“I love you too.” you sighed, watching the
oranges and pinks paint the sky like a dazzling mural. Warren leaned back
against the tree, pulling you closer as his wings surrounded you.
“Friendly Neighborhood Watch” | Young Sam x Reader | FLUFF
WARNINGS: suggestive, language
WORD COUNT: 6,485
DESCRIPTION: There are four days left of school before Graduation Day. It’s so goddamn obvious you and your childhood best friend Samuel Drake feel the same thing for each other… but you won’t say anything because you don’t want to risk your established friendship, and Sam doesn’t want to say anything because he can’t risk giving himself away. But when two people are a perfect match for each other, some things are bound to be revealed sooner or later.
This is technically Part 2 of “Trick of the Light”, but you don’t have to read that in order to understand this (regardless I’ll still leave the link to it below). I’m really pleased with how this one came out because it just makes my heart so happy like aw Sam :,)) It switches between Reader and Samuel so sorry if it’s kinda unclear as to whose POV you’re reading from haha *sweats intensely*
Inspired by this song (Rather Be With You - Sinead Harnett)
The only reason why you were with Rafe Adler in the first place was because you were lonely.
Well, more like the one guy you were ever seriously in to never paid attention to you the way you wanted him to, and conveniently, Rafe Adler transferred to your shithole high school and you thought he’d be a lovely distraction.
Except that, despite getting together with Rafe, you still couldn’t get over your one true crush.
The boy next door, your childhood sweetheart, your best friend: Samuel Drake.
You remember precisely when you started crushing hard on that boy. You were in middle school, still in your semi-awkward tween stage, lost in the masses of equally confused prepubescent boys and girls trying to find their places in the social hierarchy. Sam was one of the popular kids; he and his little brother were both notorious for their mischievous methods of cutting class and their bright, cheeky grins. Always the one with extravagant (although mostly exaggerated) tales of adventures, it was expected for girls and boys to flock around Samuel Drake. His heady Bostonian voice and loopy grin managed to light up any room he walked into; Samuel Drake had this laid-back, passionate, and approachable dynamic.
And on top of that… it was almost painful how good-looking he was.