but try not to notice that

10

“i realized that there’s a lot more to me than i’m usually ready to acknowledge, both good and bad. in that realization, i noticed a common thread. we are who we are, even when we try our hardest not to be. it’s a challenge to accept it sometimes. so i gave those other sides of me a persona, and a name – then the stories came like a flood.

Who is the Last Young Renegade?
After all this time writing music, playing in a band- checking moment after moment off the bucket list- collecting mistakes, making memories, I wondered what it might be like to write about myself if I wasn’t the one standing in my shoes. Who am I from the other side of the mirror?

I tried to change perspective in my approach to writing and center in on all of the different versions of me that other people might have met over the years, through the ups and the downs, in the public eye and behind closed doors. Would I like this person? Do I like this person? Do I even recognize this person anymore?

I realized that there’s a lot more to me than I’m usually ready to acknowledge, both good and bad. In that realization, I noticed a common thread. We are who we are, even when we try our hardest not to be.

It’s a challenge to accept it sometimes. I gave those other sides of me a persona, and a name– then came the stories like a flood. It was a way for me to confront demons without having to sit at the dinner table with them.

That’s the journey on this record: a story of self-realization. Of growing into your own skin through the eyes of someone watching it all unfold on the big screen, wearing a ‘Frankie Says Relax’ t-shirt. Like watching an old familiar movie, but suddenly you’re Marty McFly.

We tried a lot of new things on this album, all within the context of what we love so much about All Time Low– There’s no denying that we were binge watching Stranger Things at the time, while also reflecting on the loss of some of our favorite musicians; Prince, Bowie, George Michael… I think the influence comes through in the best ways. We all felt pulled to exciting and different places as we searched for inspiration, approaching something that’s become so familiar to us from a new direction.

I truly hope everyone listening enjoys this record as much as I do. It’s been an amazing journey.

The album comes out June 2nd and will be available for pre-order on Friday, Feb 24th. We’ll also be posting some pre-order merch bundles, so stay tuned! Pre-order options will be up on alltimelow.com.

Tracklist

1. Last Young Renegade
2. Drugs & Candy
3. Dirty Laundry
4. Good Times
5. Nice2KnoU
6. Life of the Party
7. Nightmares
8. Dark Side of Your Room
9. Ground Control (feat. Tegan and Sara)
10. Afterglow

xo

Alex

All Time Low: Who is the Last Young Renegade?

After all this time writing music, playing in a band- checking moment after moment off the bucket list- collecting mistakes, making memories, I wondered what it might be like to write about myself if I wasn’t the one standing in my shoes. Who am I from the other side of the mirror?
I tried to change perspective in my approach to writing and center in on all of the different versions of me that other people might have met over the years, through the ups and the downs, in the public eye and behind closed doors. Would I like this person? Do I like this person? Do I even recognize this person anymore?

I realized that there’s a lot more to me than I’m usually ready to acknowledge, both good and bad. In that realization, I noticed a common thread. We are who we are, even when we try our hardest not to be.  It’s a challenge to accept it sometimes. I gave those other sides of me a persona, and a name– then came the stories like a flood. It was a way for me to confront demons without having to sit at the dinner table with them.

That’s the journey on this record: a story of self-realization. Of growing into your own skin through the eyes of someone watching it all unfold on the big screen, wearing a ‘Frankie Says Relax’ t-shirt. Like watching an old familiar movie, but suddenly you’re Marty McFly. We tried a lot of new things on this album, all within the context of what we love so much about All Time Low– There’s no denying that we were binge watching Stranger Things at the time, while also reflecting on the loss of some of our favorite musicians; Prince, Bowie, George Michael… I think the influence comes through in the best ways. We all felt pulled to exciting and different places as we searched for inspiration, approaching something that’s become so familiar to us from a new direction.

I truly hope everyone listening enjoys this record as much as I do. It’s been an amazing journey. The album comes out June 2nd and will be available for pre-order on Friday, Feb 24th. We’ll also be posting some pre-order merch bundles, so stay tuned! Pre-order options will be up on alltimelow.com.

Tracklist
1. Last Young Renegade
2. Drugs & Candy
3. Dirty Laundry
4. Good Times
5. Nice2KnoU
6. Life of the Party
7. Nightmares
8. Dark Side of Your Room
9. Ground Control (feat. Tegan and Sara)
10. Afterglow
xo
Alex”

BTS Reaction-Your hand is cold....(18+)

Hey!  I’m sorry that it took me this long to get this request out, i’ve been so busy with work and life.  Here is my post, I decided to go a little dirty with it, but not too bad.—Admin B

I don’t own any of these gifs, all credit to their owners.

Jin:  You two would be taking a cute little romantic walk by the beach when he would reach for your hand and notice how cold it was.  You’d blush and try to move your hand but he grabbed it and put it in his coat pocket in order to warm you up as he kisses your forehead.

Suga:  When you saw him at the studio you’d run up to him and hug him while taking his hand.  He would jump at how cold your hand was and smirk.  He would bring you onto his lap where he would warm you up with his kisses.

J-Hope:  You would be sitting eating dinner when he would take your hand into his.  When he felt how cold your hand was, he would get a little smile on his face and ask why you were so cold, when you said you didn’t know he’d pick you and sit you on the counter, kissing you all over in order to warm you up.

Rap Mon:  You were both leaving the carnival when he would take your hand.  When he realized how cold it was he would smile.  You’d try to explain but he would smile at you and tell you not to worry.

Jimin:  You two would just be sitting in his place watching a movie, when he would be all cute and grab your hand.  He’d realize your hand was cold and bring you closer to you and kiss you to the point you were no longer watching the movie.

Tae:  You guys would be hanging out at home after going on a date.  He’d take your hand to bring you inside and shudder when he felt how cold your hand was.  He’d smirk at you and pull you into his bedroom where he would have you warmed up in no time.

Kookie:  You guys would be having a picnic in the park when he would reach out to your hand.  When he felt how cold your hand was, he would ask if you were okay.  When you said yes, he would bring you close to him and give you a sweet kiss.

***I don’t own any of these gifs, all credit to their owners***
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“Who is the Last Young Renegade?

After all this time writing music, playing in a band- checking moment after moment off the bucket list- collecting mistakes, making memories, I wondered what it might be like to write about myself if I wasn’t the one standing in my shoes. Who am I from the other side of the mirror?

I tried to change perspective in my approach to writing and center in on all of the different versions of me that other people might have met over the years, through the ups and the downs, in the public eye and behind closed doors. Would I like this person? Do I like this person? Do I even recognize this person anymore?

I realized that there’s a lot more to me than I’m usually ready to acknowledge, both good and bad. In that realization, I noticed a common thread. We are who we are, even when we try our hardest not to be.

It’s a challenge to accept it sometimes. I gave those other sides of me a persona, and a name– then came the stories like a flood. It was a way for me to confront demons without having to sit at the dinner table with them.

That’s the journey on this record: a story of self-realization. Of growing into your own skin through the eyes of someone watching it all unfold on the big screen, wearing a ‘Frankie Says Relax’ t-shirt. Like watching an old familiar movie, but suddenly you’re Marty McFly.

We tried a lot of new things on this album, all within the context of what we love so much about All Time Low– There’s no denying that we were binge watching Stranger Things at the time, while also reflecting on the loss of some of our favorite musicians; Prince, Bowie, George Michael… I think the influence comes through in the best ways. We all felt pulled to exciting and different places as we searched for inspiration, approaching something that’s become so familiar to us from a new direction.

I truly hope everyone listening enjoys this record as much as I do. It’s been an amazing journey.

The album comes out June 2nd and will be available for pre-order on Friday, Feb 24th. We’ll also be posting some pre-order merch bundles, so stay tuned. Pre-order options will be up on alltimelow.com.
xo

Alex”


instagram.com/alltimelow

Who is the Last Young Renegade?
After all this time writing music, playing in a band- checking moment
after moment off the bucket list- collecting mistakes, making
memories, I wondered what it might be like to write about myself if I
wasn’t the one standing in my shoes. Who am I from the other side of
the mirror?

I tried to change perspective in my approach to writing and center in
on all of the different versions of me that other people might have
met over the years, through the ups and the downs, in the public eye
and behind closed doors. Would I like this person? Do I like this
person? Do I even recognize this person anymore?

I realized that there’s a lot more to me than I’m usually ready to
acknowledge, both good and bad. In that realization, I noticed a
common thread. We are who we are, even when we try our hardest not to
be.

It’s a challenge to accept it sometimes. I gave those other sides of
me a persona, and a name– then came the stories like a flood. It was
a way for me to confront demons without having to sit at the dinner
table with them.

That’s the journey on this record: a story of self-realization. Of
growing into your own skin through the eyes of someone watching it all
unfold on the big screen, wearing a ‘Frankie Says Relax’ t-shirt. Like
watching an old familiar movie, but suddenly you’re Marty McFly.

We tried a lot of new things on this album, all within the context of
what we love so much about All Time Low– There’s no denying that we
were binge watching Stranger Things at the time, while also reflecting
on the loss of some of our favorite musicians; Prince, Bowie, George
Michael… I think the influence comes through in the best ways. We
all felt pulled to exciting and different places as we searched for
inspiration, approaching something that’s become so familiar to us
from a new direction.

I truly hope everyone listening enjoys this record as much as I do.
It’s been an amazing journey.

The album comes out June 2nd and will be available for pre-order on Friday, Feb 24th. We’ll
also be posting some pre-order merch bundles, so stay tuned!

xo

Alex

Guys.
I got so much feels yesterday evening, while I was watching the wonderful Avvar!Cullen portrait made by raven-wilde… Also the request from Stregatadallostregatto…
So I came back to my modding, trying to finish my Thane Cullen (especially his body), I need to work again on his face (white paint is awful actually and not fishished as you can notice), maybe adding paint a bit more here and there thinking a lot about tattoos.

I’m so inspired to take screenshots of Criosdan and her Lion. I want to believe I’d manage to take some nice caps to illustrate the only fanfic I ever wrote and taking avvarian romantic shots as well.

Avvars give me life.

Sensation

Pairing: Stiles X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is a strong independent female who is slightly on the plus size. She’s been in Beacon Hills for her entire life with no friends; but she prefers it that way. Stiles enjoys watching (Y/N) from afar, he’s picked up on her little habits that she doesn’t think anyone notices but he’s afraid to confront her but with prom just around the corner, Stiles doesn’t know whether to play it save with a friend or to try something new.

Word Count:

Prompt: requested by @artfuck ; I hope this is what you wanted :-)

A/N: If you’re going to get butt hurt about me writing (Y/N) as overweight/plus size then don’t read this. I used to be overweight so I don’t mean to insult anyone who is plus sized - sometimes people can’t help it.

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Stiles stared at you from across the classroom; your head was stuck in yet another book, but it was different from the one you were reading last week. He had his elbow rested on the table, and his chin on his hand. Scott was beside him, nudging him slightly; he gave his best friend a weird look.

“Stop staring,” Stiles shuffled awkwardly in his chair but didn’t miss you looking up from your book to glance at the two boys. You shut her book and placed it in your bag before leaving the near empty classroom. Stiles hurried from his seat before scurrying after the girl that barely knew he existed.

You were just near your locker when you heard footsteps running in your direction. You stood to the side to let the spastic lad go by you but you were shocked when he stopped in front of you. “(Y/N), hi.” He breathed, clearly out of breath. You gave him an odd look but decided to ignore him and continued to your locker.

“Hey, hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” He managed to get out, resting against some stranger’s locker. You turned to face him and looked around at the students looking at you two. “Are you okay?” You asked, not sure as to why Stiles Stilinski was talking to you.

He nodded, holding up a finger to tell you to wait a second, you chuckled; bringing your cardigan around your body more - you weren’t too fond of the attention that you were getting. “I just wanted to ask… if you’re going to prom next week?” Stiles nervously asked, changing his weight from one foot to another waiting for you to answer. “No, I’m not…” Before Stiles could get another word in you snapped at him, “And I’m not going at all. I don’t know why you’re talking to me, but please stop.” You mumbled, before storming down the corridor and out of sight.


It was the night of prom, a night you had no interest in and also a night that you were spending alone. Being alone wasn’t new to you, at a young age; you realized that you weren’t like the others in Beacon Hills, you were nearly twice their size which was strange, everyone was relatively thin and healthy looking. Everyone wanted to befriend Lydia Martin, the perfect, pretty, skinny girl and people ignored you. You were pretty in your own way; your eyes shined for days on end and you’ve got a smile to die for, but that’s not what people want.

You got used to spending birthdays and weekends alone in the company of your art and books. At least Edward Cullen understood you. You were just about to change the DVD in the player when a knock on your door broke your concentration, you looked at the time. It was only eight in the evening. Walking to your door, you sighed when you saw Stiles Stilinski grinning through the window, waving.

“Hi,” You greeted, slightly confused as to why he was here. “Before you tell me to go away, listen.” He demanded, you noted that he wasn’t dressed for the prom; yet for a casual night in, he also carried a plastic bag with him. “I don’t know why you blew me off last week or why I haven’t seen you in school since, but I want to get to know you. I want you to let me get to know you and that’s why, if you don’t have plans tonight,” He rummaged through the back, “I brought two of my all time favorite movies, ice cream and last but not least, chocolate covered peanuts.” You couldn’t help the smile that covered your face as you opened the door wider, “Come right on in.” You said, and he bounced right through the door and to the living room.

“So why aren’t you at prom?” You asked, getting comfortable in your chair as he pressed play on the first movie. He blushed and sat next to you, “I only wanted to go with you.” He said brutally honest and you felt your heart flicker with each word. “I’m sorry I blew you off,” You started, coughing nervously, “But I thought it was some sick joke. I mean, I’m not the prettiest or the skinniest person in Beacon Hills.” You sighed, looking down at the bowl of ice cream on your leg.

Stiles shuffled closer to you, his hand grasping yours, “(Y/N), you are way more gorgeous than any of those girls that walk the corridors. You’re pure and down to earth and that’s what I like about you.” He looked at you, “I’ve liked you for a while, to be completely honest; I just thought you wanted to be left alone, but I couldn’t handle it anymore. Every time you fix your hair or laugh at something you read, I get this weird sensation but I want to feel it all the time with you.” You looked away, blushing.

“You’re so sweet.” You mumbled, facing the television, he sighed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You hesitated for a moment before cuddling into his side. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable and safe with someone.


Please remember this was requested by someone; I didn’t want to focus too much on the reader being plus size as it is only a minor detail. I tried to focus on her just being self-conscious even though I am aware that there are loads of plus sized women who are confident and proud and I applaud you all.

anonymous asked:

25 and 28 with dick Grayson!!!!

It wasn’t too often that Damian stayed away from the manor, unless he was out on a mission or with the Titans, but this was one of the nights that he opted to stay over at Dick’s apartment in Bludhaven so he could “keep Grayson company” and totally not for himself. Of course, Dick was totally okay with having Damian stay over and they had a blast watching movies and trying (keyword, trying) to bake some cookies because Dick was craving sugar. When they had finally gotten the apartment aired out and the noxious smoke cleared from the kitchen, Damian had grown quite tired, though he kept trying to suppress his yawns to make it seem like he wasn’t. But alas, Dick noticed and told Damian to go to sleep or else he would tell Bruce that Damian wasn’t allowed to go on patrol the next night. Dick on the other hand, stayed in the living room watching some random movie that Damian wasn’t incredibly invested in. It was several hours later that Damian woke up to the sound of someone or something rummaging around, an occasional crash, and the sound of the front door opening then closing. Needless to say, this was concerning to Damian and he jumped out of bed to see if Dick was alright. When he came into the main area, he saw that the kitchen was a wreck, the fridge looked like all of its contents were removed and his concern skyrocketed (not that he would admit it if asked). “Grayson? Where are you? Grayson?! Dick, where are you?!” His panic was starting to show and he immediately went to the phone to call the police, Bruce, anyone. Luckily before he dialed any numbers, the door opened and Dick walked in with a collection of bags on his arm. “Dick! Where have you been, I was ready to call the police! It’s 2 am and you weren’t here and-” “Hey, calm down Dami, I’m okay. I just ran to the store that’s just down the road.” Damian stared at Dick, his mouth slightly agape “You ran to the store. At 2 am.” Dick nodded as he started putting the contents of the bag into the fridge “Well yeah. I don’t care that it’s 2 am, we need pie.” Damian’s look of disbelief only grew into pure annoyance “I was afraid something happened to you! What the hell Grayson!” Dick gave Damian a soft smile “I’m sorry I worried you, I didn’t think before I left. But in the morning we can have some pie. Ow!” Dick rubbed his arm where Damian had just given him a sharp punch “You are an absolute dick, Grayson.” “Well, you’re not wrong.” “Shut up.”

anonymous asked:

YESSS MORE ELIZA X READER PLz

eliza schuyler headcanons for when her s/o is sad:

  • she notices something is off about you after spending time around you for a little bit
    • she doesn’t ask but she goes out of her way to do little things for you
    • she doesn’t think you notice and she just trying to help out more in general, especially is she sees that something is frustrating you
  • if she notices that you are just getting progressively worse, she leads you to the bedroom if you guys are alone in your apartment
    • you guys lay together in the bed in complete silence and in complete darkness for a little bit 
  • she never asks whats wrong because she knows that you might not want to talk about it right now and that you will tell her when you are ready to
    • after laying in silence for a little bit you know she just wants to know if you’re okay
  • if you start to cry she wraps her arms around you and starts to hum
    • her humming relaxes you most of the time unless things are really bad 
  • if things are really bad, she holds you and rubs your back and she reassures you that everything is going to be alright, even if it doesn’t look that way at the moment
    • she also repeats ‘i love you so much’ several times and she tells you that things are going to get better and this feeling won’t last forever
  • she convinces you to let her leave the bed for a second so she can make you some hot chocolate.
  • she kisses you a lot and she tries to get you to laugh or smile because that would be enough. all she wants to do for the next couple of days is make you smile and laugh and remind you that she loves you so much because she truly does

beanmoreau  asked:

[insert prompt here] Kuwei and wylan tryna (v obviously) out flirt each other with/at Jesper x3 x3

send me prompts!

did someone say high school au???  no???  well ur getting one.  this went slightly away from your prompt at the end but, high school nerds with crushes, am i right?  

  • it starts with fifth-period chemistry
  • jesper’s there because he needed something to fill his timetable with and he spends more time trying to talk to wylan across the room than he does paying attention, which doesn’t do wonders for wylan’s concentration but he’s not really complaining
  • the issue starts when radmakker, their chem teacher, tells them all to split into pairs for a project
  • wylan’s not even three feet from jesper’s desk when kuwei slides into the seat next to him, looking entirely too pleased with himself, and says something too quiet for wylan to hear
  • there’s exactly 21 students in that class, which means one too many, so it’s either luck or extreme misfortune when radmakker spots the three of them and exclaims “excellent!  you three can work together”

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This is my first try to write about anyone who isn’t Ivar. I want to try and write about other characters too. I just have to get there in tiny steps. I had to try myself with Ubbe first because he definitely is my second fav. 

So for all those who have requsted stuff about Sigurd or King Harald: Hang in there! I will get there. This is the first step. Let me know what you think.

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The first thing you noticed waking up was that your head was hurting like shit, the next was a weight on your chest that wasn’t supposed to be there. You opened your eyes. And closed them again immediately, for the sun shining through the window made your head explode with pain. You groaned. Maybe last night you had gone a bit too far with the drinking and now you were paying the price. You barely remembered anything about the previous night. There had been a feast and heavy drinking. You had distant memories of dancing a lot and of sitting with Ubbe and Hvitserk, but everything that came after that was more than blurry.

You kept your eyes shut and instead reached out your hand to find out what was weighting on your chest. Your fingers touched warm skin. Someone’s arm was lying across your chest. You desperately searched your mind for more memories from the previous night but came up with nothing. So you opened your eyes a second time, very slowly this time, squinting against the sunlight. It still hurt, but not as bad as the first time. Also very slowly you turned your head to see who was sleeping beside you.

You saw blondish hair peeking out from under the furs, most of it long and braided into a long tail, some shorter and standing away in all directions. You gasped. Shit! You peered under the furs only to find out that you both were completely naked. Your head dropped back into the pillow and you let out a long sigh.

Ubbe and you had been best friends for ages but it had always been platonic. Obviously that had changed now, although you had no memories of it whatsoever. To be honest this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened to you, but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You knew Ubbe had been drinking a lot as well and if he’d regret whatever happened last night, it would definitely make things awkward. But then, maybe he also had no memory at all. Then you could just sneak out and with some luck he’d never find out who had shared the bed with him.

Very carefully you rolled out from under his arm. You stood and searched the room with your gaze, hoping to find your dress somewhere. You spotted  at least you underdress lying in a pile of clothes on the other side of the bed. Ignoring the nagging pain in your head, you tiptoed over and bend down to pick it up.

You startled when you heard a low growl behind you.

“What a nice ass.”

You slowly rose and turned around, holding your underdress in front of you to cover your nakedness.

“Are you trying to sneak out on me?” Ubbe asked, looking at you from sleepy eyes.

You blushed and shrugged. “I do not want things to become awkward between us.”

“To me last night did not feel awkward at all.” He said with a grin.

You just stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

His eyes grew wide. “Oh Y/N, you don’t remember, do you?”

You slowly shook you head.

“Nothing at all?”

You were surprised to hear some disappointment in his voice. “Do you?”

“Well, only most of it.” He admitted. “But I do remember the important part.”

“Then maybe you also remember where the rest of my clothes are.”

He thought about that for a moment, then looked up to you with a grin. “They’re probably still in the great hall.”

You felt your jaw drop. “What? How….?”

Ubbe’s grin only grew wider. “You were pretty eager last night. We almost didn’t make it here before things got really intense.”

You sighed and covered your eyes with one hand.

“Common Y/N, it’s not that bad, no one got hurt.” He said, reaching out for your hand. “I wish you could remember.” He added with a smirk.

You reluctantly took his hand and sat down at the edge of the bed. You still didn’t know how to feel about the fact that you had slept with your best friend, but it made you feel better that Ubbe was so chilled about it.

“How did this happen?” You wanted to know.

“I have no idea. We were talking and having a good time and the next thing I know we’re making out. And from then on I guess one thing led to another.”

“Do you regret it?” You asked looking at your hands. You had to know.

He brought his hand to your chin and gently turned your face towards his. “No, not at all. Why would I? I mean you are beautiful and it’s not like I’ve never thought about it. I just didn’t knew if you liked me that way and didn’t want to risk our friendship.”

It took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said.

“Y/N? Say something.”

Your faces were only inches apart. You looked into his eyes while you slowly bridged the gap and connected your lips with his. He was right, it didn’t feel awkward. It felt good, it felt right. The kiss  was slow and gentle at first but soon got more and more eager, your breathing coming fast and heavy. The underdress you had covered yourself with dropped to the ground as Ubbe wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer to him.

“Since you don’t remember last night, we have to repeat every second of it.” He whispered into your ear.

It’s Better This Way. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

It’s been a while since I’ve written for Barry! Funny considering that I actually have been keeping up with the show. 

This is a long imagine ( I seem to be writing these a lot)

Requests Are Open! (Just bear with me) 

PLEASE SEND REQUESTS! MY INBOX IS AS DRY AS A DESERT 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by gustinfucker

Barry has noticed how distant you have become ever since the team has been trying to change the headlines of the future. Your usually upbeat personality was cut down and you were nearly as cold as Killer Frost. Your gift of precognition was a valuable asset to Team Flash, but Barry saw how you had been keeping your visions to yourself. 

He stared at you from across the cortex. You were staring off into space, usually a sign that you were seeing something, as H.R. and Cisco bickered about something. Wally had been pestering Barry about all these questions about being a speedster but he had been tuning out the kid. 

In your vision, you saw Savitar pierce his blade into your chest as Barry crumbled to the floor, unable to save you. You pushed yourself out of the vision, closing your eyes to stop the tears from falling. You knew for a long time that they had succeeded in saving Iris, but now you were the one cursed with her fate.

You knew it was selfish to keep the vision to yourself. But you hoped that their continuous efforts in trying to save Iris that they might save you in the process. So far, it was unsuccessful.

“What are you looking at?” Wally finally asked, following Barry’s gaze towards you. “Oh…” The two speedsters watched as you walked out of the room with your head low. As much as Barry wanted to chase after you, he knew that Wally would only tell Iris, who was already having her suspicions about his unspoken love towards you. So instead, he continued the conversation.


A few days later, Jullian was the one to ask you, “(Y/N), what have you been seeing in your visions lately?” You shrugged as you attempted to push past him. “You can’t tell me you haven’t been seeing anything. You’re staring off blankly every chance you get to yourself. Just answer the question, is our efforts in saving Iris working?”

The team all stared at you with wishful eyes. Iris had her bottom lip between her teeth, her sign of nervousness, while Barry had his first pressed against his lips. You thought it was a sign of worry, which it was, but not for Iris. He was worried about you. Something was off about you but Barry knew asking would make it worse for him and Iris’s relationship.

You told them you would check and pushed yourself into a vision. “No!” Barry screamed as he began to run, the yellow lightning coming off of him. But Barry wasn’t fast enough, as much as he wanted to be.. he wasn’t. Savitar was still successful in killing you. You pulled away from the vision. Your friends shouldn’t stress anymore about trying to save Iris. They already had. There was no use in lying to them just to save yourself. You forced a smile, which Barry knew was fake as he also noticed the tears shining in your eyes.

“Iris’s safe.” 


When Savitar made his reappearance, you knew your time to go was near. On the night of your upcoming demise arrived, you quickly found Barry who was pacing around the cortex. “Penny for your thoughts?” You smiled, glancing at your watch. Two minutes.

It was silent for a few moments until Barry blurted out, “Are you okay? You’re always upset. You’re keeping to yourself. You’re always pushing into visions. You gave H.R. the key to your apartment. What’s going on, (Y/N)? I’m worried.” 

You gave him a genuine smile. “All is well, Barry. You and Iris will live a long, happy life together. I know it.” 

“But what’s wrong with you?” Barry asked, stepping forward and grabbing your arms. “Why are you always on the brink of crying?”

“Because my future’s set, Barry.” You whispered, looking at the clock. He’s almost here. “I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so, so much.” Then you pushed Barry away from you as Savitar made his entrance, swooping you away, but with Barry at his trail. 

The chase ended at the same venue in all your visions. “You think you can change the future, Flash?” Savitar’s haunting voice echoed. “You can’t win against me.” He raised his blade and you looked at Barry. 

“I love you, Barry.” You whispered. 

“No!” Barry yelled, running forward. But ultimately not being fast enough. Savitar’s blade sliced through your stomach with easy as you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. Savitar fled. 

Barry caught your body before you fell to the ground. “Why… why didn’t you tell me?” 

You smiled at him, your eyes glossy. “Be with Iris, Barry. You belong with her… always… It’s Better This Way.” And then Barry watched the life drain from your eyes. The sheen of your tears being replaced with the dullness of death.

“No…” Barry whimpered, pulling you closer to his chest, the tears falling from his eyes. “I love you, too, (Y/N). It was always you.” 


Woah… that left on a sour note… I’m so sorry.

anonymous asked:

Steve trying to hide his depression from Bucky, sneaking in his antidepressants and hiding away when one of his low moods start up. Thinking he shouldn't burden Bucky with his silliness, not after what he's been through. He'll be fine, Bucky shouldn't worry.

But Bucky noticed right away. Steve had been terrible at lying for as long as Bucky could remember. He saw it before anyone else. 

“Stevie,” he said one afternoon. Steve had just woken up and brushed his teeth. He’d been sleeping in late and hardly went on missions. He stayed in bed when things were really bad and wouldn’t talk to anyone but Bucky. 

Steve walked over and crawled into Bucky’s lap, hiding his face and tears in his neck, “it’s gettin’ bad again.” 

“Oh, I know baby,” Bucky whispered, hugging Steve tightly, “I gotcha doll. I gotcha. I’ll look after you. Like I always do eh?” 

Steve nodded. Lying hadn’t worked the first time and Bucky found out. He’d taken Steve to Bruce, got some antidepressants, began seeing a therapist and opened up more, but only to Bucky. 

“Shh, sweetheart,” Bucky tightened his grip on Steve, “I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’ll be all right. I promise, baby. I promise.” 

Steve sniffed and nodded into Bucky’s neck, “I…love you.” 

Bucky cupped his face and kissed away his tears, “I love you too, sweetheart.” 

The Bar is Where I Go

A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You

Bucky’s POV


The club isn’t the best place to find a lover…

I think the brightest lights I’ve ever seen are in this damned nightclub. Screw Stark for opening a club. Screw Nat for making me come. And screw those fucking strobe lights.

“Enjoying yourself Barnes?” Tony comes over to the table I’ve inhabited, smirking as he notices my obvious displeasure.

“Immensely,” I huff at him, glaring up through my bangs.

“Lighten up Buck!” Natasha comes sauntering over holding a pair of drinks. “Here, try yourself,” she says winking as she places a glass in front of me.

“What the hell are you talking about Nat?”

“She’s talking about one of the club’s most popular drinks…. The Winter Soldier. Clever right? There’s also The Black Widow and one I have cleverly named The Night Cap.”

This is too much. I know if I open my mouth I’ll say something Steve will chastise me for tomorrow. It takes all my self control to not punch Tony in his stupid grinning mug. I shove myself up from my seat glaring at my snickering teammates as I sulk off.

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coffee-fueled-artist  asked:

Hey Adam! I had a question that I wanted some tips on. When you started TT, how did you attract attention? I'd assume Unfiction was one way, but me and my friend are planning on starting an ARG in 2020 or 2021 (sounds so far away haha) There are a few solid ideas for plot, but I'm concerned it will be swept away. Tips would be appreciated! (sorry, long)

It was 2010 and the field was fertile for the Slenderverse niche following to grow. Now, things are very different in a post Slender Man internet. When it comes to Slender ARGs, and any ARG for that matter, it simply cannot be approached the same way if one expects to be noticed due to over saturation. My only advice now is to do what you love and try to incorporate it in a niche market where untapped fields lay, yet to be tilled.

The only reason we got that linstead scene was because it was a product placement ad. Which by the way we noticed that when Lindsay let Jay drive she didn’t actually show up at the scene they were going to. And it was one of only two interactions, the other was a lame excuse at throwing us something on Jay’s past like we didn’t notice we didn’t actually learn anything new about his past in what he told us.

And the only reason we finally see something personal for Al after begging them to bring back a dropped storyline is because they needed to set up the crossover and try and make us care about the character. You know, the one you haven’t mentioned in a year.

And the only reason all this linstead drama is being teased is because they can’t figure out how to write compelling character stories so they’re gonna recycle old ideas and treat the characters like they are on a soap opera and let the fandom get all worked up and create a buzz for the show… it’s a cheap trick and a cheap way to try to create ratings.

Oh the roller coaster that is being a Chicago fan.