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LGBT Percy Jackson Headcanons

-Trans girls are always accepted by Artemis into the Hunt

-Nico never actually says he’s gay, just makes it known by making out with Will in nearly every location possible

-Queer kids whose parents didn’t accept them are year round campers

-At first the Ares kids were a little wary of the LGBT community, but when a second year Ares camper comes out they become fiercely protective of them

-The Aphrodite kids are walking encyclopedias on all LGBT terms, and have a list with definitions in their cabin for questioning campers

-The Aphrodite kids also really like helping trans campers feel comfortable in their own skin

-Pansexual Piper

-Lesbian or Bi Reyna

-Asexual Thalia

-Apollo kids (being children of the god of prophecies) always know who is going to come out next, but never pressure them to do so

-Chiron makes any homophobic campers be on stable duty for a month

-Dionysus lazily mentions that if he hears anyone else being homophobic… well, he hopes you like dolphins

-Athena cabin getting into debates on which of their favourite fictional characters are LGBT and having literal CHARTS and GRAPHS to prove it

-Bi-curious Percy, though he never acted on it because it’s always been Annabeth

-Jason being the straightest, whitest, cis-est, malest demigod out there, but supporting his LGBT friends and the entire community without hesitation

-Jason is literally the guy to make t-shirts, to keep buying skittles, to find all LGBT songs possible, and, of course, “Guys! Guys! There’s a Pride Parade next week! We /have/ to go. Where can I buy a pink tutu on short notice?”

-Nico secretly loving that Jason is like this but never admitting it

-Pansexual Will

-Frank being really confused about the whole thing but totally accepting it because people he love are in that community and it’s all about love so how could that possibly be a bad thing?

-Annabeth, Frank’s go-to on anything he doesn’t understand, happily explains everything she knows to him

-Frank thinking it’s so cool and telling Nico how awesome he is for being himself

-Hazel being /floored/ on how accepting the world is of LGBT people today, though of course plenty of people still suck

-Hazel being slightly relived to know that it’s normal because although she loved Sammy then, and she loves Frank now, there was this girl back home who she sort of had feelings for and never understood what that meant

-Demisexual Frank

-Bisexual Rachel

-Leo and the rest of the Hephaestus cabin working on bracelets for gender fluid kids that change colour to correspond with how they feel

-Alex Fierro buying out all of the first ones ready

-Bi Magnus

-Gay Hearthstone

-Gay Blitzen

-^^^This was obvious because Blitzstone is practically canon, come on people

-Each and every god (besides those who swore off all love) responding with ‘yes’ when asked what their sexual orientation is

-Polysexual Sadie

-Polysexual Leo

-Trans Meg

-Also lesbian Meg?

-A large number of LGBT and ally kids being from the Aphrodite cabin because LOVE is LOVE people!

-Calypso making flower crowns that correspond with the different flags’ colours and giving them to anyone who wants them

-Bi, pan, and poly Apollo kids never feeling the need to change the pronouns when they sing love songs or write love poems

-Apollo being *extremely* out at CHB while he’s there

-Him actually giving other LGBT kids the courage to come out

-A small elite group at Camp Jupiter created as a safe space for queer kids

-Reyna always supporting it but being really shy about joining when she comes to terms with her sexuality

-The kids in the group gladly welcoming her

-Asexual/aromantic child of Aphrodite worrying something is wrong with them

-Their brothers and sisters assuring them that they’re normal and there are all different kinds of love

-Hephaestus cabin setting up LGBT movie nights (nothing graphic, mostly fluff, though Travis and Connor have tried on more than one occasion to sneak some x-rated stuff in there)

-Piper running an LGBT aesthetic blog on tumblr

-Feel free to add more!

Look, we need to talk about this Ok

This wasn’t some happy go luck episode, this wasn’t the sweet cool Starco episode everyone is trying to make it out to be or whatever. This was intense. This kid as been traveling and fighting for 16 years.

Marco traveled to every single dimension,(without sicors), He faced hundreds of monsters, he learned amazing things. He blew out every single flame of every single clone

Marco grew up guys. he grew UP. He built a life for himself. he lived for 16 years alone in the roughness of uncivilisation, with only himself to look out for. Constiantly tracking down clone after clone after clone.  He becomes a warior.

And yet, when he arrives at her doorstep, he doesn’t  attack her, and she doesn’t attack him. Infact, when he arrives, she’s already forming his scissors

She’s content, She’s plaesed. She has accept his work, and delcared  him worthy of the responiblility of having dimensional siccors. 

And marco has a similar reaction as well, he doesn’t immedetly take the scissors, doesn’t blow out her light as soon as possible. No, he sits down, gets comfy. he relaxs and tells his tales to her.

“you barley escaped me on the exploding flames of endor. And when I lost your trail in the mist of the never zone, I thought I’d never find you.”

They know eachother. This isn’t the first time he’s seen her. The REAL her since their first encounter when he was fourteen. They’e meet before, they’ve battled, and ran and talked formed an odd frenship out of their bond.

And then He rises to blows out her flame, and she lets him. She stands there, content as he softley, blows it out

“Not bad for a human. I underestmated you.”

And then, Star bust in….

And of cousre, Marco is happy to see her. He hasn’t seen her in over, and I’ll say it again, 16 years (reminder, normal people go to school for 12 years! First grade to senior. Marco has been working for those things, longs than the normal person goes to school.)

Now, I’m not here to go through this episode slide by slide, so lets move on. Marco finds out he’s only been gone from earth for 8 minutes, he get annoyed, ut then Star encourages him to come back home with her, so that everything can go back to normal.

Here’s the thing guys. Marco has spent the last 16 years matureing, fighting, living, He’s been spending the last 16 years BUILDING A LIFE. he doesn’t want to go back. he likes his life.

He likes the adventure, his sword and his dragon-motercikle pet thingy. The likes the life he’s build for himself here.

And this scares her. She pleads with him. BEGS him even. “But, what about your parents, your freinds….Me?” Star puts Marco in a position where he has to pick between his life, what he likes and her.

And here’s where this show gets really deep. he looks at his pet.

Guys you can feel that stabbing pain in your heart right? Right?  Oh man and then he looks at Hekapoo. This girl he’s chased for 16 years. 

“Don’t look at me, those siccors are yours now…you can come back here, anytime you want.”

So he makes his decision

But before he goes, he bids them goodbye. He asks Hekapoo to look after his pet. His one compainion on the road. And she agrees. 

Then he turns to her. Like when he entered, he greets her like an old freind, because that’s who she is. She’s not someone he resents, She’s some one he trusts. Someone he has faith in and who he know he can depend on.

“Likewise”

I mean, I’m sorry, but have you SEEN the way they’ve been looking at eachother this entire time? Their eyes, relaxed, smiles oh so small.Serriously, go back through the pictures I have here. you’ll see what I meant Mabye I’m crazy, but it almost seems like they’re in love. 

ha hah hah just kidding…sort of.

 Back to buisness.

Look at this. This is her thing. She’s been doing this to him since they first meet. It’s a way she “shows [her] affection” in the words of Toph

It’s what she does. He has something simillar to that as well

“Later H-poo.”

“Don’t call me that!”

They know eachother. They’ve know eachother for 16 years. They’ve been teasing eachother all that time while he’s been chasing her and she’s been slipping through his fingers. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like some wicked love story. 

But it’s not, because she’s some, immotal being and he’s a human and he’s ment to be with Star…That’s fine. I get that but still!

I meanserriously, when Hekapoo  creates siccors, she makes them individually for the owner, and look at marco’s

The blade’s are thick, and kind of resemble a sword, given how that’s the wepon he’s been using all this time, and it’s part of his pasword..but look at the that little flame where the blade conects to the handle? Doesn’t that look like her flame crown?

no, actually, it doesn’t. But it DOES  look like her clone’s crowns. The clone’s he’s been chassing and fighting al these years. She placed a bit of herself in his siscores because she was that important to him. (or at least she was important to his mission)

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Ok, Ok, Ok….now here’s 

The most important stuff. 

Marco is back in his 14 year old body. He’s back on earth’s time line, and Star thinks its all fine and dandy…but it’s not.

Marco isn’t the same guys. He’s been gone for 16 years. He’s 30 years old mentally. Watch as he takes in his room, observing it like some alein place.

And he walks over to his computer, almost scared to touch it. These last few years, Marco’s probablby survied off of whatever he could kill or make with his own two hands. This kind of advancement…it might make him feel uncomftorble, like he’s cheating at life. 

“Password..? I don’t remember my password.”

For last 16 years, Marco has  probabbly been sleepin gon rocks, on the ground in caves. watch how catius he is lowering himself onto his bed. After two years, most soilders in the army can’t handle sleeping on beds because they’re “too soft” Imagine how marco feels. I mean, his sandwitch is still warm, as if none of his life had ever happened

This isn’t some crazy Narnia junk where Pete, Edwin, Lucy and Susan half forget what their life was like in narnia when they de-age after walking through the wardrobe. Where they go back to being kids mentally as well, as though their entire adventure was a dream.

NO.

Marco remembers it all. And this is HUGE. The show brodened on that. they showefd how uncomftorble he looked as he stood in his room all alone, because it was essential to show the effects that were left on him. 

This isn’t some happy Starco episode. this isn’t some cool ‘lets drool over adult marco’ episode either. This is some dark, bittersweet life. And you guys need to stop trying to weasle out of these facts.

Miraculous Headcanon

Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS

  • Marinette is a youtuber
  • Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
  • Her channel blew up
  • Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
  • And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
  • Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
  • She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
  • Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
  • They vlog all sorts of things
    • going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
    • They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
    • Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
    • Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
  • A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!

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Mafia!BTS when their s/o gets kidnapped

Not requested, but I’m totally into AUs these days XD

Mafia Bangtan Boys when their s/o gets kidnapped by their rival gang.


 

Jungkook:

Beast mode activated. He may be shy or even cold sometimes, but not when it comes to you. Basically, he would do anything to get you back, which includes killing your kidnappers in the most painful way he knew. Jungidontgiveafook would just waltz into the place were you were being captured at, leaving a big impression. In other words, nobody would ever dare to kidnap you again.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


JHope:

 

He would blame everything on himself, thinking about how he should have protected you better- while he was basically shooting everyone down who dared trying to stop him on his way to you. He had immediatly grabbed his weapons and informed the other boys when he heard about you being kidnapped. How he knew where you were? Trust me, when it comes to you he’ll always find a way.

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

 

Rapmonster:

As soon as he was informed about you being kidnapped, he would forget about the ‘Rap’ in his name. Everyone, including his own people, would be scared of him. He might look dangerously calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was going crazy. He wouldn’t mind killing your kidnappers, but he would try to get you back with a ruse first.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

 

Taehyung:

He would totally freak out. He’s a person who is normally amused of everything and has a 4D personality, but he definietly wouldn’t be amused now. He would basically stop the world from turning, sending for all the people he needed to save you. And may god bless the ones who were late or didn’t want to help- the word 'mercy’ was just erased from Taehungs mind.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

 

Jin:

There was probably nothing more important for him than you, his little prince/ss. Your kidnappers knew that too, that’s why they abducted you in the first place. However, what they didn’t know was that Jin had his eyes every where, his people every where, his ears every where… If someone would actually manage to kidnap you at all, that person wouldn’t get very far.

Originally posted by fawnave

 

Jimin:

He would get so angry, also at himself. Like, really, really angry. To the point where he would yell a Jungkook to hurry up and get the f*cking weapons. Jimin wouldn’t be planning your escape, he would even get into a gun battle if it was to save you. However, your safety would always be the most important thing. After he somehow managed to free you without dying, he would stick to you like a koala. Definietly not letting anyone get near you so soon again.

Originally posted by princejimineee

 

Suga:

Bad idea. There was literally nothing that Yoongi  loved more than you and he wasn’t very lively around rivals anyways. But after you got kidnapped by them, he would turn into the devil, probably flipping over the table he was just sitting at. The scary thing was, it was a table large enough for his whole gang. His blood might be boiling, but he would still make a flawless plan on how to save you with Namjoon. He wasn’t going to risk anything. After he was done with your kidnappers, his rival gang would be history.

Originally posted by beui


 

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Guess Who’s Back

Me. It’s me. 

I’m finally back. I’m really sorry for the long hiatus friends - I’ve been extremely sick for a while (and in the hospital), and for the past week and a half I’ve been working 14hr days to catch up with my work. 

I promise I haven’t abandoned you (like everyone seems to be speculating) and I never would. I’m not ‘procrastinating’ either. I’m also sorry if it’s been ‘annoying’ that I haven’t posted. I’m trying my best, I swear. 

((I’ve had a lot of chapter 25 finished for a while now, but haven’t posted it because I’ve been getting messages this last month telling me that I should just not post chapters if they’re ‘too short’?))

UPDATE: 

I’m planning to get chapter 25 out either Thursday or Friday, and then we’ll be back to a normal schedule. I should be able to get you a preview tomorrow as well. (I’m hoping there’s still some interest in YCPfE.)

I will also do my best to catch up with messages and everything else. Thanks for sticking with me. ❤️💕 

fall

or…lena doesn’t stop believing in the one person who believed in her

(or…the terrible thing i wrote to get rid of writer’s block and it’s long and sad but has a happy ending)

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

Sometimes, when she’s alone in her office in the wee hours of the morning, still in yesterday’s clothing and unsure when she’d last eaten, she thinks about that, the utter normalcy of losing National City’s hero on a Wednesday. Somehow, the death on such a boring day of the week provides a sort of stark contrast that Lena has trouble wrapping her head around. After all, surely the hero and pride of National City would fall in a blaze of glory on a Friday night, a Sunday afternoon, even a Monday morning during rush hour.

But a Wednesday? Some time between mid-morning and noon? When nothing was happening except for the drudge of the week, the tireless churning of society?

She doesn’t understand it—has tried to come to terms with it with very little success. In her weakest moments, when she’s staring down the end of a bottle of whiskey or wine (before Jess or Maggie or even James Olsen pry the bottle from her fingertips and help her get home), she thinks the very banality of Supergirl’s death is evidence of its unnecessary nature, its needless, pointless, meaningless, asinine

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

By Friday, the President herself comes to National City to mourn the fallen hero. She talks about the few short conversations she’s had with Supergirl, how everyone should be inspired and follow Supergirl’s wonderful example. A true hero, an exemplary citizen.

(Lena doesn’t go to the ceremony. She and Alex spend that afternoon in Kara’s apartment, sitting on Kara’s couch, Alex stoically staring at the television screen with silent tears running down her cheeks and Lena gripping her hand so tightly she thinks she’ll break fingers.  

After that, Lena doesn’t see much of Alex at all.)

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Sounds of You || 01

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Series: 01 || 02|| 03 || 04

○ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

○ Word Count: 5k

○ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate!Au

⤷ Description: As a young girl you dreamt of hearing the bells, the ones that signaled you had found your soulmate, the missing piece everyone was so desperate to find. After falling in love with Jimin you abandoned the search, hoping you would come to never hear the bells, preferring to continue your life with him uninterrupted. You’d soon come to learn the harshness of fate, and that it doesn’t care about your hopes, feelings, or you.

A/n: The sections in italics are flashes of the future.


          “How could you do this to me?” he asked as you met his eyes, a sob breaking through his body as he looked at you through tear filled eyes, the memories of you beginning to taint in his mind. You could almost feel the bitterness that he was starting to layer your memories with, times that were beautiful, so much more beautiful than this.

           “Jimin, please, I—

           “You said I didn’t have to worry, you said you wouldn’t leave, you said—

           “I said a lot of things I didn’t mean,” you whispered coldly, forcing your voice to be as calm as it could possibly be. If there was a time for you to be unemotional it needed to be now, for all three of your sakes.

           “Don’t…don’t lie to my face and tell me what we had wasn’t real. Don’t pretend you’ll just forget about me when I’m gone,” he cried as he took a step closer to you, extending his arm out. You backed away just as he was about to touch you, knowing that if he did you’d break, break as much as you were breaking him.  

           You fought back tears as you looked at his face for what you hoped would be the very last time, knowing that even if you tried to forget, his expression would forever be etched into your memory.

           “Goodbye, Jimin.”


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Give me a break.

Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx

“Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
“Why are you still here then!?”
She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her.
He doesn’t love you anymore.
Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight.
He hates me.
She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.

When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
Into whatever they had now.
She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.

It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
“Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.

When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
“We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
“I know, my love.”
My love. Was she still his love?
She thought he hated her.
They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
“I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.”
Broken. Is that what they’ve become?
“I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
“I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
“I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
“I love you too, Harry. So much.”
Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
“What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
“Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
“I-I think we need a break.”
Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
“No.” He repeated after a moment.
“No way.”
“Harry, listen. I-”
“No!” he shouted.
Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
“Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You will have that time when I’m gone.”
“I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
“L-Longer?”
“Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
“There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
“I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
“I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
“Harry, please.”
He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
“How long?”
“T-Two months?”
“No fucking way!”
This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
“Harry, I-”
“One month. And not a single day longer.”
She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
“Alright.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
“I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
“No.”
“Harry,-”
“No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“No, it’s actually not.”
She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
“I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.

When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
“I’ll go now, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Can I at least get a hug?”
He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
“I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
“Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded.
“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
She nodded and smiled softly at him.
“I love you, too.”
Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
“Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
He nodded and opened the door.
“Take care, yeah?”
“You too, love.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And just like that he left.

My James, Your Bucky (One Shot)

You’ve had it way too sweet and fluffy from me for a while now, so I’m gonna bring you right back to the pit of despair and angst with this one shot.

Something tells me this is something @sebbys-girl would particularly enjoy;)


Summary: You and Bucky live together in Bucharest. One day you come home to find your flat completely trashed.


Word count: 2.3k


Warnings: angst, aggressive behaviour.


Originally posted by blackinjustice


It was shaping out to be a great day – it was still pre-noon and you had an extra spring in your step as you walked through the cobbled streets of Bucharest. The city you fell in love with, it had it all – alleys lined with tall brick townhouses and red roofs, atmospheric cafes and bars, an impressive market square – where you stopped to pick up a box of plums from ‘your guy’. That’s how you wanted to celebrate, with a cheeky nod to how you two first met.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 18

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I’m so so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this written, guys. I’m in my last semester of college and these last few weeks have been absolute hell. I’m slowly trying to catch up with life, while also trying to just make it through finals alive. Anyway, I’m not super thrilled with how this chapter came out, but I feel like I owe it to you guys to at least post it. I’m sorry if it’s not up to my usual standards, but I’m doing my best. Hopefully by the next chapter, I’ll be back to being my usual self. 


Originally posted by wishyouwereherexox

“Y/N? Are you almost ready doll? We should get going. The appointment’s in an hour and you know how unpredictable traffic can be around this time,” Bucky smiled at you from the doorway, watching as you pulled on your shoes.

“Yup! Just let me grab my purse and I’ll be ready to go!” You nodded, blushing slightly as you felt his eyes trailing over your figure.

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Dead (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

There had been whispers about it. Jeff wasn’t a drinker to begin with. He was always the designated driver and even when he wasn’t he never had more than two or three beers. That particular night you’d been absolutely bombarded with math and science homework. He’d begged you to come to the party with him. You’d thought about it, but declined in the end. He kissed your cheek and told you he wanted to go to breakfast in the morning and that he’d be there to pick you up at 9:30. You wouldn’t be going to breakfast. In fact the next time you saw your boyfriend it was under very different circumstances. It was six hours later in the middle of the night. He was in a body bag. He was dead. Over what they called a drunk driving accident. Jeff was deemed drunk by most everyone at the scene. Everyone except you and his mother. Of course your opinion on how it happened didn’t matter as much as the fact that he was dead, whether he’d been drunk or not. You’d gone spiraling out of control. So much so that your mother forced you to take the rest of the semester off of school, joining independent studies. It didn’t do any good. You just felt more lonely. Jeff’s presence lacked even more and there was rarely a distraction. You didn’t feel any better about him being gone by the time you had finished your time in independent studies. You felt the same as when you’d first entered independent studies, so you had no problem when it came time for you to come back to school. Still a zombie, of course, and it didn’t help that your friend Hannah Baker had committed suicide during your absence from school. You knew you looked bad. You knew you had dark circles under your eyes. You knew you’d broken out from not eating right or regularly. You knew your hair was in the bun because you hadn’t bothered to shower, turning to perfume and deodorant instead. You opened your locker, shoving your books into it, you were back at it. Everyone was in their usual spots, nothing had really changed since you’d left. Except that Jessica and Justin were no longer together. Zach had gotten dumped by your best friend after the tapes were released. He’d known too much, she said, to keep it all a secret from the people who deserved to know. He’d borderline stalked her for a while. She’d threatened to move across the country with her aunt and uncle if he didn’t leave her alone. So he did. Nothing changed with Bryce. At least not yet. The fact that he was a rapist had gotten out. You’d heard things about Bryce and girls and parties, but not about Jessica and Hannah. You hid your face in your locker as you looked at your phone. You got a text every morning from Jeff’s mother. They varied in what they said. Today’s said “hello beautiful, your mom said I could pick you up after school and we could go to the mall. We also want you to stay for dinner.” You had your license but you hadn’t wanted to drive and your parents hadn’t trusted you to drive since Jeff’s accident. You were scared of cars now. You were also scared of alcohol.
“You’re back.” You hear from behind you. You turn to see Justin Foley. There’s concern in his eyes, like he knows that there’s a great chance you don’t want to be talking to him. And that you won’t forgive him. Forgive him for staying quiet when anything but that would have been a better option. He’d stayed quiet knowing his friend had raped not only Hannah baker, who would of course go on to kill herself, but his own girlfriend.
“Yeah.” You responded, not looking up from your phone as you texted Mrs. Atkins back.
“You look good.” He smiled at you. You locked your phone and slammed your locker closed, startling Justin.
“I’ve learned to accept pity but I’ll never accept being lied to, Foley.” You looked him dead in the eyes before moving to walk away.
“Seriously, Y/N! Given the circumstances you look really good. I don’t know how many people could survive what you’ve gone through.” By the end of his message he’s just white noise and you continued to walk.
“I’m not so sure I did.” You mumbled, leaving the jock in the dust. You knew he’d been having his own struggles. Hell, he’d been having his own problems since the day he’d been born to his waste of space mother. But that boy had let himself become a bystander for rape on account of somehow owing it to his rapist friend. There was no use telling him what you thought, he knew he was in the wrong and he’d heard it a lot. Marcus smiled at you as you continued down the hall. You found yourself walking towards him.
“Hey Y/N how are y-” you cut his formalities off.
“Is Y/FN at school yet?” Marcus was quite obviously caught off guard. His words fumbled together a bit.
“Uh, well, yeah. She tends to not go through the halls a lot anymore. She avoids us a lot.” Marcus explained. He didn’t give much eye contact.
“I knew that much, thanks.” Again, you were stopped before you could walk away.
“Will you guys ever talk to me again?” Zach’s familiar voice took over.
“This is your first attempt to talk to me as far as I’m concerned.” You crossed your arms. He looked as though he was in an extreme amount of pain.
“I’ve called and texted you for months.” Zach looked at the ground.
“One text of the many was you asking about me. The rest was you trying to get to Y/FN because she blocked you on everything. Your motives were not the most selfless, Zach Dempsey. Reassess yourself and your self righteous nature.” You spun on your heels and walked out of the room. You see your best friend talking to a girl named Skye, one of the only people either of you could stand the be around in the school anymore.
“Saw you talking the some henchmen.” Skye said, staring at her fingernails, which were painted black.
“Strictly to see where you were.” Skye smiled a little. Y/FN turned and hugged you.
“I’m glad you’re back, normal is what you need right now.” She said. Once you pulled away from your best friend, you saw someone coming. Clay Jenson. Lanky, kinda dorky Clay Jenson. The Clay Jenson that brought you free candy and free movie ticket vouchers after Jeff died. But this was also, and most certainly not least, the Clay Jenson featured on the tapes. The Clay Jenson that knew girls got raped, that knew a lot about the night Jeff died. Including that it wasn’t Jeff’s fault at all. In fact, he knew he wasn’t drunk and that it was Sheri that was drunk and had caused Jeff’s death. There was a handful of people that knew it wasn’t Jeff’s fault. The people that were featured on the tapes. Clay was featured on the tapes and so was Justin and so was Marcus and so was Zach. They saw you yanked out of school for being mentally unstable and not being able to understand how Jeff did this and why he was drunk at all. There were answers, and no one gave them to you until the tapes were handed to the police. You knew when the public knew. Nothing hurt more than that. And that’s why you hated those boys. And Courtney and Jessica and Alex and Tyler and every other god forsaken person who earned themselves a tape by being an insensitive asshole.
“Hey Y/N.” You looked over at Clay, his hands were stuffed in his pockets as he stared at you nervously. You looked at him, blinked twice, and looked away.
“You look good.” Silence.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” You can feel Clay looking at you, but you won’t look at him. There’s a short pause.
“Y/N I know I should have said something to you as soon as I knew but it was a lot more complicated than it se-” you found yourself waving your hands in the air begging him to stop speaking.
“You’re going to listen for a moment.” Clay nodded, finally able to make eye contact with you.
“Jeff and I were going to apply to all the same colleges, did he ever tell you that?” Clay nodded his head. You and Jeff had already planned on marriage. Everyone knew it.
“Did you know we were going to share an apartment right away instead of dorms?” Clay gulped, looking at the other two girls nervously.
“He talked about you constantly, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“People have been talking about me constantly. It’s my turn to speak.” Clay shut his mouth quickly.
“Wanna know something I’m sure you weren’t aware of?” Clay’s eyes filled with more fear by the second.
“Did you know that the day after I saw Jeff dragged away in a body bag is the day I miscarried our baby?” Clay knew he wouldn’t speak but his mouth fell open from the shock and not knowing what else to do.
“So yeah, maybe you can forgive yourself for not always being there for Hannah. And maybe Jessica will forgive Justin someday and maybe, just maybe Y/FN will give Zach another chance. But guess who doesn’t have the tools or the people to move on? Me. My boyfriend is dead and my baby is dead. And my future relies on me being a zombie through life, hopefully getting decent enough grades to shuffle through the rest of my life because there will never be someone who makes me feel and love the way Jeff did. And I’ll never be able to have a baby made up of more love. Everything will be me settling because the best of what life has to offer is quite literally dead.” The bell rings but no one moves, and everyone just looks at you as hot tears stream down your face.
“Y/FN, go tell Zach how much you still love him and how much you’re willing to fight for each other. And Skye, tell Clay how you’ve been in love with him since the sixth grade and how you’d be really pumped to go out with him. Because life’s short and sometimes even shorter than expected. No time is put on this earth to be wasted. Love each other.” You let out a shaky breath before turning and heading to English class. Jeff would be proud. In that moment you knew maybe you would be fine.

Heart on the Line (part 6)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: buckysbackpackbuckle
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1114

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Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Originally posted by crownprincefreeza

Requested by Anon -  a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.


The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately. 

Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.

Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building. 

Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room. 

“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away. 

“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”

Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him. 

“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.

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Pancakes and Protection // Zach Dempsey

Hey loves. This is imagine is requested by @fuckkoffcourtney I hope you all like it! 💖 Happy reading.

Request: Boyfriend zach comes over to readers house because her parents were gone celebrating their anniversary and her brother clay is still home obvs and he goes downstairs in the morning to see his sister and zach bein all cute and super domestic and making breakfast together and he wants to be an overprotective brother but he can’t because they’re too cute so he just sits down at the table and smiles because his sister is happy and that makes him happy

Warnings: Fluff and curse words

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Readers POV•

My eyes fluttered open as I heard the sound of light snores in my ear. I looked at my surroundings and realized that Zach and I fell asleep on the couch watching movies last night. His arms were tight around my small body as the sun beamed in from the half opened blinds.

I tried to get up but he wouldn’t let me. His grip got tighter as he whined.

“Noooooo stay here.” He pouted as he rubbed my shoulder.

“I’ll make pancakes for us if you let me get up.” I smirked. If I knew anything that would get Zach up it’s pancakes. That’s his weakness.

His eyebrow quirked up and he let go of me. I got up and stretched then walked to kitchen. I heard a low yawn and footsteps trailing after me.

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“Get away from me with that!” I laughed while inching away from Zach, who was holding a spoon with pancake batter all over it. He quickly grabbed my wrist and twirled me into him, taking the spoon and smearing the batter all over my face.

“Zachary Dempsey i’m going to murder you!” I squealed, punching him in the shoulder lightly. He chuckled and then wiped my face off with a paper towel.

“Oh be quiet, you love me.” He remarked.

He was right about that. It was times like this where I felt the happiest. Thankfully enough my parents were on their annual anniversary trip, leaving the house to Clay and I for a whole week. Bless up. Instead of being that teenager who throws a party once their parents leave the driveway, I invited my goofball of a boyfriend Zach over. And that’s better than any party in town if you ask me.

I walked over to the stove and flipped the pancake on the skillet, revealing its burnt side.

“That one is for you Dempsey.” I laughed while sprinkling mini chocolate chips onto the pancake. His muscular arms wrapped around my waist as he rested his head on top of mine.

He chuckled and I continued to make the pancakes as he traced circles on my hips with his thumbs.

“How do you manage to ruin the first pancake you make?” He laughs. I slap his thigh and we both started laughing. It doesn’t take much for me to smile when i’m with Zach, just being around him can make my day.


Clays POV•

I woke up to the sound of a bunch of giggling and squealing…and the smell of chocolate chip pancakes that happen to be my favorite. There was a familiar deep voice echoing through out the house and I knew exactly who that voice belonged to. Zach Dempsey. Knowing that a guy like him is dating my sister just makes my stomach turn. I didn’t want to get up and see his face. But the smell of the pancakes tempted me. I needed to keep a close eye on them anyway.

I slid out of my bed and slipped a pair of sweats over my legs and crept outside my room.

The laughter gets louder and the aroma gets stronger as I get closer to the kitchen. I rested my body against the door frame of the kitchen as I watched Zach and Y/N cooking. His arms were wrapped around her like he was afraid to lose her. This was the first time i’ve ever seen them cuddled up and truly changes my perspective of their relationship.

Normally I would ruin their alone time or try to convince Y/N that he wasn’t right for her, but now I know why she blocks out everything I say. He cares for her almost as much as I do.

He showered her with small kisses and looked at her with a sparkle in his eye that was almost impossible to fake. Maybe Dempsey was good for my sister. I took a deep breath then walked to the table and sat down. “Morning guys!” I smiled.

Readers POV•

“Morning guys!” Clay smiled. I smiled back and so did Zach. “Morning Clay.” We both said in unison.

“Well the pancakes are almost done so Zach go sit at the table i’ll go put them on the table right now.” Zach went to the table and sat with Clay.

A short moment after I brought he pancakes to the table. I sat the plate of pancakes in front of the guys. “Pancakes for my two favorite guys in the world!” I said, seating myself at the table. The rest of the morning was filled with laughter from all of us, even Clay. I think Clay is finally accepting my relationship with Zach.

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I know I say this at the end of every imagine I do but I really think that this one wasn’t very good at all. I have complete writers block right now and nothing good is coming from that. I’ve been a bit stressed out lately and frustrated and I think I could’ve done way better on this but I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting. On the bright side I have 3 more imagines coming up that will possibly all be posted before Monday! Hopefully my writing gets better by then. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this. My request box is STILL open so if you have anything you wanna know or any imagine ideas feel free to put them in there. Thanks for reading! 💖

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Night Moves

Written for Baby’s Big 50 Birthday Challenge, hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem​​. My prompt was “Night Moves” by Bob Seger. Happy Birthday, Baby!

Summary: Dean and Sam go see an old friend while recovering from a rough hunt. She helps them admit what they really want.

Pairings: Sam x Dean, Sam x Dean x OFC (Katherine)

Warnings: Smut, feels, Wincest

Word Count: 4150

A/N: I loved writing this one. Hope y’all love it too! Feedback appreciated. XOXO

Dean slides the cassette into the deck, grinning when the music starts. He’s got the itch under his skin and he needs to drive, needs to breathe fresh air and see some new trees.

“You ready, Baby?” he whispers, and he swears she purrs back a yes.

Sam comes out of the motel room, looking sleepy and relaxed, blinking into the early morning sunlight. “What are we doing up this early?”

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The Princess and the Robin: Part 1

AN: Here we go again! This Easter I am bringing some updates to all your favorite stories! And some new starts, starting with part one of Damian’s soul-mark series. I hope you enjoy it!


Prompt that inspired this: Older!Damian imagine!(Like 18-20) Reader is a princess from a made up country and her dad is close w Bruce so WE hosts a huge celebration for her bday.But the party gets attacked or something and she’s forced to go into hiding w the Waynes and her parents are sent somewhere else. During her stay she & Dami really connect.W fluff and a beautiful bday gown the whole 9 yards! Im sorry this is so long but I’ve been thinking about it for a while(Maybe even a series or even the parents as ex-heroes?

    “Enjoying the party, princess?”

    Your eyes slide to the man next to you. He’s taller than you, and a carbon copy of his father. He’s all dark hair, blue eyes, and olive skin. Three women had already swooned in his presence, but not you. You know better, you know exactly how dangerous it is to fall for the man in front of you. To do so would cost you everything; your kingdom, your people, and your family.

    As you stare at him, you can’t help but wonder how different things would have been, had you been normal. If you’d had a say over your own life. You do your best to not entertain the thought.

    “Want to dance?”

    You eyes narrow, “Not with you Damian Wayne. Not now, not ever.”

    The smirk never leaves his face, even as he watches you walk away. You slip away from the party and into the bathroom. You struggle for breath, as you lock the door and pull at the strings on the back of the dress. You want it off!

    When you can’t get it after several minutes, you slide to the floor, and try to catch your breath. Your life had been so different three months ago, you’d been set in your determination. You had known exactly what you were doing with your life, and exactly what was needed.

    You had been in the states for a royal tour, and you’d been in Gotham for a Wayne Enterprises Gala. Things had been going swimmingly, right up until it had been attacked, and you had been kidnapped.

    You were the heir to the Kaznia throne, your mother was Queen Audrey. You were an only child, and if someone were to remove you, then the throne would be open to the next in line, Count Vertigo.

The man was a snake, of that you were sure. He was slimy and manipulative, and he was determined to get his hands on the throne, and your people. Your mother was still young and healthy, but a series of accidents over the last several months had put you on alert.  

There was little you could do to remove him from court, at the moment, but you were working on a more permanent solution. Then you had been kidnapped. It had happened in a storm of men dressed in black, with guns. You’d been whisked out of the theatre, before anyone could do anything.

You’d been held in a dark, dank cell for several days. You’d refused any food offered, and only drank a necessary amount of water. On the fourth day, things had taken a turn, for the better or worse you still weren’t sure, but your life had changed forever that day.

He’d appeared dressed in red and black, like a demon out of hell. He’d taken down the men guarding your cell, and picked the lock before you could understand what was happening. And then he’d said the twelve words you knew by heart, the words tattooed across your right hip, “If you’d follow me your highness, I’ll get you out of here.”

You’d spent hours staring at those words, from the moment they’d first appeared on your skin. You’d fantasized about the man who would say them, and more than once you’d gotten caught up in the daydream.

You’d dreamed about a young handsome man who’d whisk you away from a party. You’d stroll through a garden, he’d smile, and you’d blush. It would be like a story from a fairy tale. Instead, you’d gone four days without a shower, were dressed in a ripped ball gown, and you were being held against your will.

So, you say the only thing you can think of, “Why does it have to be a Robin?”

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legitimate question: what is the chair test? I am a confused and curious choir student

I enter the orchestra room, ready for rehearsal, but from the tense atmosphere in the room, I can tell that we have a very different schedule today.

today is doomsday: chair tests.

musicians quickly unpack their instruments and actually try to actually tune properly today. they begin ferociously practicing, mumbling to their standpartners about how unprepared they are. some slowly come to accept their fate, and they sit quietly in their seats, waiting for the conductor to step onto the podium. but others still fight on, making futile efforts at improvement.

the conductor steps into the room, and the noise stops. slowly, one by one, he chooses his victims. he starts with the first violins–more specifically, the concertmaster. the concertmaster begins playing the section of the music we’re being tested on. if the conductor were god, the concertmaster would be jesus. they are both too pure and holy when compared to the rest of us peasants, but god will still sacrifice his son for the good of all. 

the concertmaster plays flawlessly. this is so that everyone else who plays afterwards immediately loses all confidence and hope. the conductor writes down something on a notebook–usually comments about the playing, but sometimes just a score. then he points to the second chair, and from there he goes down the line, until it’s my turn.

I look out at my fellow classmates. they stare back at me, and I slowly raise my instrument, overly aware of all of the eyes on me, overly aware of the silence of the room anticipating me. my hands are shaking, and my usually-freezing fingers are sweating. everything that I practiced was futile, and I’m not playing anything as well as I normally do, but it’s all passable until it happens–I dash into fifth position as I try to reach the high notes, and it all goes wrong. I shifted too low and now the most beautiful part of the piece is out of tune. I frantically try to recover, but it’s pointless. I’ve reached the end of the passage, and my chair test is over.

I set my instrument down, hands clammy and shaking, and I look across the room. I have failed. someone in the cello section makes the mockingjay symbol from across the room as a sign of respect for the fallen. I sink into my seat and listen as others are chosen to play. no one messed up nearly as much as I did. I await my fate.

the next day, the conductor announces that we have the chair test results. the concertmaster stays in her spot, of course, because she’s jesus. someone from the back of the section moved up to fourth chair, and I cautiously step forward to find my new spot. I was sure to be last chair.

“you’re third chair,” the conductor tells me, gesturing vaguely to the side of the room.

I am shocked. because it turns out that chair tests actually aren’t so bad and it never goes as terribly as I think it does, and I get myself all worked up for nothing, but still I’m scarred for life and no one likes chair tests and they suck so yeah

Calling It Quits. - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by livvy1800

A/N - Another Angsty one, unfortunately not so happy endings here. But I do enjoy Angst requests considering I find it my weakest spot. Thanks for the request @the-craziestone - I hope you enjoy it! Any requests or ideas you may have please feel free to comment or PM me.

Bucky x Reader - You know where he’s been. You know the smell of that perfume, the kiss marks he’s forgotten to hide on his neck. You have pretended for too long now. You’ve had enough.


Warnings: Just sad angst really.

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2.3k of 12.11 coda. spoilers, duh. angst, episode content, etc. it’s sad but there’s a happy ending. (ao3)

He can’t take his eyes off of his reflection. He’s crying but he’s not really sure why.

There’s something… he’s forgetting something. Everything? Something.

Dean wipes his face off and splashes water on it, a vague sense of deja vu overtaking him. He feels - he doesn’t know how to describe it. Something’s wrong, very wrong, but he’s not sure what.

He leans forward to rest his forehead on the wall and feels something in his front pocket hit the sink. 

He pulls it out hoping it’ll have a clue or a hint what he’s forgetting. 

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Requested By Anon


Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

Scott has left the chat.