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September 13, 2023 at 5:21 pm #156339
@freedomwriter76 what au is it with all the ships?
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
September 13, 2023 at 5:40 pm #156346@smiley nice!
@freedomwriter76 YES. WE NEED A SCENE OF THEM BRINGING CHAOS. and them fighting over Madeline is just too funny.
oh and your profile pic is great!!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
September 13, 2023 at 7:48 pm #156353Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@keilah-h the ships are for my Dystopian Marvel AU đ
I’ll have to get a chaotic scene written for y’allđđđ¤Ł
September 14, 2023 at 10:41 am #156366@freedomwriter76 @smiley
You GUYSSSSSSS! The amount of Pietro talk in here is ridiculous…
And i am extremely offended that you did so without me…
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I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
September 14, 2023 at 11:01 am #156369Yeah it did get out of hand, but it’s Pietro
He’s precious
*Opens thee door* Feel free to give your thoughts about him, unless they’re bad, then stay silent
jkjkjk
but seriously, don’t say anything bad about Pietro
Do me a favorâŚ. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneSeptember 14, 2023 at 1:04 pm #156379Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@euodia-vision sorry…but we got wayyyy out of hand XD
@smiley @euodiaOk…so I’m working on a short story that takes place in the time when Bucky was staying in Romania, and because I can’t handle the idea of him being alone all that time, he befriends an elderly Romanian couple that treats him as if he was their own son…and y’all, I love it already
It’s not finished, so I won’t share the whole thing, but I do have a part I wanted to share, so let me know what y’all think <3:
Ana helped Iosif set up the tree as Bucky watched, but when Ana opened up the box of lights and ornamentsâŚBuckyâs eyes lit up.
He stared at the ornaments and lights with childlike awe, his blue eyes filled with a spark of innocence.
He reached for the lights but pulled his hand away.
Ana smiled, seated in a chair beside the undecorated tree. âGo on, dearâŚdonât be afraid.â
Bucky gently pulled the lights out, blue eyes even brighter. He played with the lights, twirling them with his fingers, for several minutes, smiling from ear to ear.
AwedâŚhe played with the lights as if he were young, still new to everything in the world.
My precious boi…đđđđĽš
September 14, 2023 at 1:30 pm #156385@freedomwriter76
Awww I LOVE IT!!!!
Bucky is wonderful
and not going to lie you gave me an idea…
be ready for some Wanda and Pietro softness
Do me a favorâŚ. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneSeptember 14, 2023 at 2:06 pm #156386Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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September 14, 2023 at 3:04 pm #156388Yeah it did get out of hand, but itâs Pietro
Heâs precious
*Opens thee door* Feel free to give your thoughts about him, unless theyâre bad, then stay silent
jkjkjk
but seriously, donât say anything bad about Pietro
MmMmMhHhhHhHmMmmMmM
I have no bad thoughts on Pietro but also you’ve said everything I love about him. XD
@freedomwriter76
*GASPS*
*cries*
Soooo precious đđđ
Please share more!!!! đ
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
September 14, 2023 at 4:35 pm #156400@freedomwriter76 almost tagging a person as a character has happened to me so many times lol.
oh, and cool, I’d love a scene!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
September 14, 2023 at 5:50 pm #156415Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@keilah-h that’s a relief XDđ I’ll share a scene when I have one written! <3 @smiley @euodia-vision @lightoverdarkness6 @mineralizedwritings
Ok y’all…I’ve got a small short story (that I shared a quick snippet of), a short story that takes place in the time of Bucky being in Romania, and bc I couldn’t IMAGINE him being alone all that time…I created a couple characters
and y’all, I am in LOVE with this short story…legit might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever written. Here y’all go, my new short story fanfic, Gentle Hands of Love
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Scant sunlight streamed into the room past linen, flowery curtains.
Hands aching with arthritis, seated by the window, Ana set aside her newly crocheted scarf, leaning back in her favorite flower-patterned armchair.
Part of Budapest sprawled out below the apartment, beautiful as it was poor.
âMy darling Ana, arenât you ready to go to the store?â
Slowly, Ana turned to face her husband, Iosif. Iosif smiled at her from underneath a plain gray fedora, leaning on his cane. She couldnât help but smile at her husband. Fifty years of marriageâŚand oh, he was still the handsomest man in all of Romania.
âGive me one moment, Iosif.â
She began to stand, trying to ignore the pain in her hips, lower back, and even her hands. Oh, what she wouldnât give to be young again.
Ana plopped a simple gray cloche hat on her head and grabbed her plain leather purse.
Iosif smiled and held the door open for her.
Aching with each step, smiling through her pain, Ana went out the door, leaving her small apartment.
Iosif closed the door behind them.
~*~
Ana carried a few groceries, forcing herself up the stairs beside her husband.
The cold of winter made her arthritis flare. At least she had Christmas to look forward to.
Her two daughters, and their husbands were coming. Oh, and all of Ana and Iosifâs grandchildren! Ana loved her grandchildren more than anyone elseâŚher precious gifts from Heaven.
Ana stepped off the final stair, Iosif following close behind. Their apartment was only a few more steps away.
Ana stepped forward towards the apartment. She thudded into another figure, gasped, and all of the groceries in her hands scattered across the floor.
âOh goodnessâŚâ she breathed.
âOh, Ana, you must be careful.â Iosif softly chided.
Another voice, younger and tainted with an ounce of fear, sounded. âIâm so sorry.â
Ana turned to face the one who had spoken, the figure she had run into.
A youthâŚcouldnât have been any older than twenty-eight. Rough stubble showed that he hadnât shaved in a while, and shoulder-length brown locks proved that he hadnât cut his hair in a long time either.
Ana shook her head. âOh, not your fault, my dear. I should watch where I am goingâŚdo not fret.â
She bent to pick up her groceries, flinched from the pain, and straightened back up. She could pick up her groceriesâŚshe just needed a minute.
The brunette got onto his hands and knees and quickly gathered the groceries. He held them up. âHere you go.â
Oh, what a sweet young lad! Ana took the groceries with a smile. âOh, thank you so much, dearâŚyouâre such a sweet young lad.â
âI have seen you beforeâŚyou live in another apartment on this floor, donât you lad?â
The brunette nodded at Iosifâs question, but same as he had done with Ana, he avoided eye contact.
He seemed fearfulâŚpoor dear.
Ana smiled. âWell, my dear, could we have your name?â
ââŚB-Bucky.â
His Romanian was perfect, but his accent was offâŚand his clothes! âMy dear! Your clothes are threadbareâŚyou must be freezing! Please, oh please do come inside our apartment to get warmâŚwe wonât mind.â
Iosif nodded in agreement and smiled. âMy wife is correctâŚthe least we can do for someone that helped us gather our lost groceries, and you are a neighbor. You are from apartment 116âŚI believe the landlord said the units in that apartment wasnât working.â
Bucky only gave a curt nod.
Ana shook her head and tsked. âThat wonât do, that will just not do. Please, do come in our apartment and get warm, my dearâŚI can make you a bit of tea. We donât have much, but I will offer what we have.â
Iosif unlocked the apartment and smiled at the youth. âCome on, ladâŚyou donât have to come inside, but you are more than welcome.â
~*~
Buckyâs visits became frequent.
Ana didnât quite understand the youthâs skittishness, but slowly and surely, he was warming upâŚand she couldnât be happier.
He wore a jacket and gloves even inside, something Ana didnât quite understand, but she did understand that everyone had their preferences.
He seemed to take everything in with aweâŚalmost a childlike awe.
Ana could only imagine his reaction to what she and Iosif were going to do this afternoon.
The second a knock sounded, Ana opened the door and smiled. âBucky, so glad to have you here again, my dear!â
Bucky walked into the apartment, sporting a small smile. Iosif stepped into the room as Ana closed the door. He smiled at Bucky. âWelcome back, ladâŚare you ready to help us decorate?â
âIosif!â Ana admonished; she faced Bucky again. âCome, dear, Iâm going to feed you first, then you can help us decorate if you would like.â
ââŚDecorate?â
âYes, Christmas decorations, lad,â Iosif smiled, âweâd love to have your help decorating this yearâŚâ
Bucky blinked several times. âC-Christmas? Decorations?â
Ana turned on Bucky, already preparing food for him. âDear, have you never decorated for Christmas?â
Slowly, Bucky shook his head.
That was unimaginableâŚthe poor dear.
Ana set a plate of food on the bar. âWell, eat something first, dear. I plan on spoiling you today.â
Bucky ate quickly, and gently, Ana guided him to the living room where several boxes of decorations sat.
Ana helped Iosif set up the tree as Bucky watched, but when Ana opened up the box of lights and ornamentsâŚBuckyâs eyes lit up.
He stared at the ornaments and lights with childlike awe, his blue eyes filled with a spark of innocence.
He reached for the lights but pulled his hand away.
Ana smiled, seated in a chair beside the undecorated tree. âGo on, dearâŚdonât be afraid.â
Bucky gently pulled the lights out, blue eyes even brighter. He played with the lights, twirling them with his fingers, for several minutes, smiling from ear to ear.
AwedâŚhe played with the lights as if he were young, still new to everything in the world.
It was beautiful to watch, trulyâŚbut Ana couldnât even imagine that he had never decorated for ChristmasâŚit was a good tradition for so many.
Ana lifted to her feet, hands trembling with arthritis. She gently reached for the lights and smiled. âCome now, dear, letâs decorate the tree.â
She led Bucky through stringing the lights around the tree.
Ana pulled a few ornaments out of the box. She handed a snowflake-designed glass one to Bucky. âHere, dear, put it on any of the branches.â
Bucky took it with even more care than Ana would usually deem necessary, eyes still wide and full of childlike curiosity. Poor dearâŚhe must have never had a Christmas.
Bucky hung up the snowflake ornament, smiled, and turned back to Ana, eagerly waiting for another.
Iosif hung an Angel ornament on the tree and chuckled. âI think he likes decorating the tree, Ana.â
Buckyâs cheeks flushed slightly. ââŚI-I think it looksâŚâ
Ana smiled and handed Bucky another ornament. âIt looks beautiful, Bucky, dear. Ignore Iosif.â She winked.
Bucky smiled humbly. He reached to hang the ornament. The glass slipped from his fingers, and the ornament fell to the floor, shattering and sending pieces all across the hardwood.
Ana stared at the broken ornamentâŚmost certainly not the first one broken, especially when her grandchildren helped decorate. âOh goodness. Itâs alright, Bucky dear, that happens-â
She paused, seeing the worry, even fear, in Buckyâs bright blue eyes. Her heart went out to him, and her hand followed suit, trying to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. âBucky, dearâŚ?â
Bucky flinched and pulled away from her touch.
Iosif stepped back into the living room, having gone to get a broom. âStand backâŚI donât want anyone to get cut.â
Ana stepped out of the way and went to Bucky. âBucky dearâŚbreaking ornaments happens every year, especially when my grandbabies are here to help me decorate. Itâs alright, dearâŚit is.â
Bucky slowly faced her, fear still overflowing from his bright blues. ââŚYou-Youâre not mad?â
âOh, my dear,â Ana rested her trembling hands on Buckyâs cheeks; her eyes overflowed with tears of love, âI could never be mad at you.â
Buckyâs eyes shone with disbelief.
Ana gently pulled him down and planted a kiss to his forehead. âI will never be mad at you, my dearâŚnever. Youâre like the son I and Iosif never had, my dear, and I will never be too mad at you to where I wonât love you.â
~*~
Sunlight bounced off snow, lighting up the living room.
Giggles sounded as Ana and Iosifâs grandchildren opened presents.
Ana smiled.
Oh, how she loved her grandbabies.
Her daughterâs and their families arrived a week early to begin the Christmas celebrations, and Ana loved every minute of it.
Her family welcomed Bucky in, just as she knew they would, and her grandchildren seemed to be major friends of the young man with the sometimes-odd attitude and even more odd accent.
Bucky was still skittish, but Ana had slowly learned what startled him the most, and both she and Iosif were doing their best to keep anything from startling the young man, precious as he was to them.
Indeed, Ana had not been lyingâŚhe felt like the son they never got to have. She loved her son-in-lawâs, oh yes, she did, but sheâd never had a son of her ownâŚand Bucky had filled that spot sheâd never gotten the chance to have filled.
Grandchildren began playing with toys, Anaâs daughters and son-in-lawâs thanked her and Iosif for their gifts, and Ana turned to Bucky with a smile. âYouâre next, Bucky. I and Iosif got a special gift for you, dear. Andrei,â Ana turned to one of her son-in-lawâs, âcould you go get the box out of my and Iosifâs bedroom?â
Andrei smiled. âOf course, Ana.â
He turned and left as asked.
One of Anaâs grandsons turned to Bucky, showing him his new toy plane, and Bucky smiled, sitting on the floor with the kids. Even though Ana had offered, Bucky had refused to take her seat in the armchair.
Well, sitting on the floor would probably work better for his gift anyhow.
Andrei came back into the room holding a medium-sized box. Sounds came from the box, and everyone glanced at it with confused looks, except for Ana and Iosif, of course.
Andrei set the box down in front of Bucky, who stared at the box for several minutes.
Ana smiled and nodded at Bucky. âGo on dear, open your gift.â
Slowly, Bucky opened the box that hadnât been taped shut.
He looked down into the box and his eyes widened.
A soft âmeowâ sounded.
Bucky pulled a small, beautiful silky white kitten out of the box. He brought the kitten to his chest and held her close, smiling brightly as if he were a young child that had received his first Christmas gift. Oh, the precious dear.
The grandchildren crowded around Bucky, gently petting the kitten.
âWhat will you name her, Bucky?â Iosif asked with a small smile, his wrinkles making his smile even more soft.
Bucky looked the kitten up and down, brought the kitten up to his cheek, and smiled at Iosif and Ana. âAlpine.â
Ana smiled. âA beautiful name, dear.â
ââŚThank you.â
âAnytime,â Iosif gently patted Buckyâs shoulder, âit was the least we could do for you, lad.â
Bucky found the other kitten supplies in the box, he began to play with the small kitten, and Ana smiled lovingly.
Bucky was a gift to her and Iosif, a gift from the heavens above.
She and Iosif would care for him with gentle hands of love and cherish him for as long as he was a blessing in their lives.
September 14, 2023 at 6:10 pm #156420@freedomwriter76
I WANT MORE XDXD
jkjk but that was so sweeeet! I was smiling so much while reading that, it was just perfect!
Puuuuurrfect?"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
September 14, 2023 at 6:37 pm #156421@freedomwriter76
Girl!!! that was too sweet
I loveeeeeee it
and Alpine!!!!!!! what a wonderful background to the cat
it’s to sweet
Do me a favorâŚ. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneSeptember 14, 2023 at 6:39 pm #156422Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@mineralizedwritings *squeals* I’m so happy you liked it!!!! đđđ
Awww, I’m so glad it could make you smile! <3 (it made me smile a lot too…and I was just like: AHH, MY PRECIOUS BUCKY BOIIIIII đđđĽšđđâ¨â¨ XD)
indeedI need to write more sweet short stories like this XXD
September 14, 2023 at 6:41 pm #156423Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@smiley AHH, TYSM!!! đđ
Awwwww, I’m so happy you like it!!!! â¨â¨đđ
Aw, thank you!! (my best friend came up with the idea for the story and it was perfect for this storyđ)
EEEEEEEE i’m so happy everyone likes it! <3
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