girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Swinging London
Beautician Lesley Jones adorns Jean Wood with the exciting new ‘happy flower kaleidescope eyes’. The latest trend in make-up to hit England,19th September 1967. Photo by Ian Tyas

This Is Love: Part Seven

Summary: Being Bucky’s PA wasn’t easy and you respond to his grumpy attitude with your own. The two of you have never gotten on, forced to stay working with him because your Uncle Tony insists you have a job. 

Word count: 1602

Warnings: swearing

A/N: I think this is the shortest part so far. Also I couldn’t resist the cliffhanger☺️

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four    Part Five    Part Six

Two months ago today Matt, Natasha’s friend that you had been on a couple of dates with, asked you to be his girlfriend. Two months ago today you said yes. Two months ago today Sam had made you promise not to tell Bucky that you had a boyfriend. When you’d asked why Sam simply replied with ‘he won’t be able to deal with it.’ Not knowing what he meant you trusted him and went with it as hurting Bucky would be the last thing you would want to do.

Stood in your closet you looked around, slowly losing all will to live as you tried on multiple outfits all of which felt wrong. Matt had insisted on taking you out for a two month anniversary meal even though you’d said it really wasn’t a big deal and you’d rather stay at home. This wasn’t true. You didn’t care if you went out or not just not tonight, you and Bucky were gonna watch some of your favourite movies and you would so much rather do that than spend the evening with your boyfriend, as bad as it sounds. You much preferred the company of Bucky than that of Matt. You finally settle on a silk, baby pink dress and a pair of strappy sandals. You apply minimal makeup and just leave your hair down not bothering to style it and take one last look in the mirror. You feel gross and are just about to change yet again when Bucky comes barrelling through the door of your closet, slamming the door shut behind him.

'What’s wrong?’ You ask, concerned by his alarmed expression.

'Oh nothing, just Nat and-’ he stops when he looks at you and he just stares making you shift uncomfortably and desperately want to change. 'You look beautiful’ Bucky breathes and you blush. 'I mean not that you don’t usually, cause you do! You always look beautiful it’s just that um’ he stumbles on his words and you giggle as he blushes and rubs that back of his neck in embarrassment. 'Have you got a date?’ You hum in confirmation, barely registering the question or your promise to Sam. 'What’s his name this time?’ He asks jokingly. His tone leads you to put your guard down and without thinking you reply.

'Just Matt again. It’s our two month anniversary’ you give him an exaggerated eye roll and then freeze at his expression. He looks… hurt. And confused. 'Shit I wasn’t, oh shit. I’m sorry Bucky, Sam said I shouldn’t tell you. I figured it’s probably cause you thought we wouldn’t be able to spend as much time together but nothing’s changed over the past couple of months has it? So it’s fine surely?’.

'You lied to me?’ He questions in disbelief. 'You have a boyfriend and it’s Matt. The guy who’s hand I nearly broke when I shook it’.

'In his defensive you did use your metal hand’ you say and then take a step towards him.

'You know what I’m glad’ he says in the same bitter tone you’d hoped you’d never hear again. And yet here it was. Because of you. 'You deserve each other’.

'I don’t know what your problem, it’s my life! Why are you so bothered what I do anyway?’ You shout, exasperated at having a crap start to probably an already crap date.

'You know what I’m not. Be with Matt see if I give a fuck. But if he hurts you or you want someone to talk to him or about anyone don’t fucking come to me!’

'Don’t worry I won’t! You’re being completely irrational, what the hell is wrong with you?’

'You!’ He shouts before looking down at his feet. 'You’re what’s wrong with me’. Taking this in so many wrong ways you glare at him.

'You know what? I’ll go and then you’ll be perfect. I’ll go and you’ll never have to be burdened with my problems or, or feel forced into giving me a self confidence boost. You’ll never have anything wrong with you!’ The tears are rolling down your cheeks at this point. Thank fuck you only put on one coat of mascara on or you’d be a blubbering panda. You push past him heading straight into Nat’s room where you hope she has some make up wipes and mascara for you to borrow before you leave. 


'You cheated on me’ you state, feeling numb. There must be something wrong with you if every single guy you’d been with cheated on you.

'Yeah, I guess but it was a party I was drunk and-’

'But you slept with her’.

'Yes’. You blink slowly. You know you’re supposed to feel sad but you just feel pissed. 'Aren’t you cheating on me? And it’s worse cause you’re in love with him! I mean I had my suspicions when all you did was talk about him constantly on our dates and then I meet him and you look at each other like you’re fucking soulmates!’

'I’m not fucking cheating on you! Why the fuck do you think I was cheating on you? With who?’ You shout, drawing the attention of some of the other diners.

'Bucky obviously!’ he says, matching your volume.

'What?’ You ask disbelievingly. 'You know what it doesn’t fucking matter. I’m not with Bucky and you’re an asshole. I don’t have time for this, never talk to me again’. You stand up, pulling your phone out to call a taxi.

'You are in love with him though aren’t you? I saw the way you two looked at each other. He loves you too’ he says in a low, monotone voice. You pause for too long before you reply and swallow shakily.

'I doesn’t matter, you’re a cheating scumbag I don’t need to answer to you’ you say quietly before leaving. You hate lying to people and by saying this you were neither confirming nor denying his question, even though it was glaringly obvious how you felt.

It’s raining and dark outside the restaurant so you wait in the entrance for the taxi to arrive. This gives you time to think about what had just happened and for some reason you felt no sadness that you and Matt were no longer together. In fact you felt kind of bad for him. Although you’d acted as the perfect girlfriend, listening to his mindlessly boring stories and laughing at his terrible jokes, you’d never felt anything like what you felt for Bucky with him. Matt was right, you were in love with Bucky and you have been for a while, long before your drunken kiss and even a little before he even started being nice to you. You feel your emotional state go to shit as a lump rises steadily in your throat and before you know it tears are in your eyes. Ah once again those tears where rolling. At this rate you’d become best friends with each streak. Of course they weren’t falling as heavily this time but they were still present as you hurried across the street towards the taxi. You give him the address of the compound, throw him some notes and immediately get Nat on the phone.

'Nat?’

’(Y/N) are you ok? You sound like you’ve been crying’.

'I have a little bit. Listen I know I’ve not been with Matt long but I’m still allowed to be hurt if he tells me he cheated on me right?’ You question, wondering if you had any right to get upset over a guy you barely had feelings for.

'Of course (Y/N), it’s a complete betrayal of trust! And what the fuck? He cheated on you? Come home right now, we’ll watch a movie or go kick the shit out of a dummy in the gym, ok?’

'Ok Nat thank you. I would have called Bucky but we had a bit of a fight before I left. It was’ you pause to take a breath, 'brutal. I don’t think we’re friends anymore.’

'You’ll be fine you just need to get back here’ she orders yelling for Bucky to come over. 'Alright I gotta go see ya’.

'Wait Nat’ you say quickly before she hangs up. 'Don’t be too hard on him’.


Arriving at the compound you immediately get a message from Steve asking you to swing by his office. You sigh. There go your plans of murdering a dummy with Nat. You slide the door open and step inside sighing again when you see the disorganised chaos of his desk. He searches around in some stacks of paper before pulling out a binder. 'I need you to give this to Bucky’ he says. 'It’s the mission report from the one we just got back from, tell him I need him to read it and sign at the bottom’. You nod and, taking the binder, you shoot Nat a quick message saying you’d be late. 'Thanks (Y/N)’ you hear Steve yell after you.

Waltzing into Bucky’s room with the folder you toss it on his bed and look in the couple of other rooms in his section to see if he’s here. 'Bucky?’ You get no answer. The doors to the balcony at the end off his bedroom are open and the curtains are being pushed lightly by a breeze. You frown. Those windows are never open. Walking through the curtains you halt. You heart speeds up to a point where you can feel it vibrating in your rib cage as you look upon the worst sight you think you could ever see in you life.

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ryden proof right here

we really need to talk about how in kaleidoscope eyes wrote “my emerald city, downtown girl”. and there’s an emerald city ref via a wizard of oz ref in northern downpour; “you clicked your heels and wished for me”, and what city in us is known as the emerald city? seattle aka a place that feels like home.

also how ryan named his dog dorothy, like protagonist of the wizard of oz, the one who goes to the emerald city, then clicks her heels and wishes for home.

also that live performance of green gentleman where brendon sings “i never said i’d leave seattle” instead of “the city” and also yells “for ryan ross”

yeah.. i’m sorry.

anonymous asked:

So I've been thinking about the song "Kaleidoscope Eyes." The title is also featured in the repeated lyrics "a girl with kaleidoscope eyes," in "Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds" by The Beatles. Guess who was obsessed with The Beatles during Pretty. Odd. and left the group to make '60s-inspired music? Ryan. Ryden confirmed? I think so. 🐸☕️

I fucking love this fandom

~Beebo

New collection of psychedelic bags. January 1968.
Mrs. Stella Jolles Reichman, wearing Cosmo Sirchio’s coat made of cane patterned needlepoint (her own design) from the Jolles factory in Vienna, shows off her new collection of psychedelic bags done for Magid. She blows whistle attached to help Wanted straw tote. Center group includes Go-Go Clock, Stop and Union Jack styles. In trio at right, metal lunch box covered with antique poster and illustrating design in motion Moving Lips and Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes. January 24, 1968. Photo by Richard Gummere (New York Post).

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Note from Mandy: Hey everyone. Please enjoy my writing. But just as an FYI, I don’t usually do warnings. I feel like it can give away the story. If there is a story that contains heavier material I’ll add a warning, but I don’t usual like to do that.

Sam

La Llarona

Tequila Sunrise

We’ll Always Have The Moon

Bad Day

Happy Anniversary

You Are My Sunshine


Dean

The Edge of Glory

Perfect Position

Prank Call

Hot Patootie, Bless My Soul

The Principal Will See You Now

Just What I Needed to Hear

The Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes a collaboration with @d-s-winchester


Gadreel

On the Books (UFC Fighter!Gadreel x Handicapper!Reader)

Sugar (Gadreel x Dawn Harris [OC] AU) (On hold until On the Books is completed)

Thunder Thighs

Welcome Home, Soldier (U.S. Marine!Gadreel X Reader)

Do Ri Me

Freddy Krueger

Panda Panties (Freddy Krueger Pt. 2)

Luna (Freddy Krueger Pt. 3)

*Sigh

Me & Bobby McGee (Hippie!Gadreel x Hippie!Mandi)

Patience


Miscellaneous Characters

Dead End (Cas x Reader)

Making Amends (Charlie x Reader)

Please (Henry x Reader)

Photo Op (Tahmoh x Reader)

“A Space Tail”

A late, late, late entry for Phanniemay Day 15, ‘Sci-Fi.’ Predictably, here’s some Space Au Danielle.

Space did funny things to people. 

Then again, people did funny things in space. Strapping themselves to rockets and blasting themselves across the big empty. Even though everything they were was tailor-made from millions of years of evolution for one tiny world, they still had to ride off to all the other ones. Transplant themselves to a foreign body that would always reject them. It tended to make people a little crazy.

Dani could sympathize. Everything down to her blood and her bones endlessly craved a place that wasn’t, anymore. Always a mismatch. Never a someplace that ever clicked into her incompatible links.

Space stations were the real dens of crazy. Built to accommodate everyone and succeeding with nobody. Gravity too high or too low, never the right temperature, finicky air composition. A place with dozens of different species, nationalities, clades, gangs, and corporates like a box of mismatched pieces. The bad edges crushed together.  

Not a single sentient belonged there, Dani especially. She was okay with it. The bar was offering half-off drinks for gals and gal-identifying.

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