WHEN YOU’RE YELLING BECAUSE A GOOD FANFICTION UPDATED BUT IT’S JUST AN AUTHOR’S NOTE SAYING THAT IT MIGHT BE UPDATED SOON AND YOU ALSO FORGOT THE PLOT SO YOU REREAD IT BUT THEN YIU REMEMBER IT’S UNCOMPLETED AND ON HIATUS
This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth.
“Bellamy…are you up
there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”
“I only woke up
yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker
in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the
radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you
“Bellamy, my mom was
right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at
me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I
hope you aren’t either.”
His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down
to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.
If you’re about to write a post that says, I need a fic where- stop.
Please. Just stop.
What I want you to do IS WRITE THAT FIC. I don’t care whether or not you think you’re a good writer or not, and if you’re going to say, I don’t have the time! do you think Lin-Manuel Miranda had time to write Hamilton, or J.K Rowling to write Harry Potter? No. They made time.
I WANT YOU TO WRITE THAT FIC AND I WANT TO READ IT BECAUSE IF YOUR IDEA IS COOL ENOUGH THAT YOU’RE ASKING FOR FICS LIKE IT, IT NEEDS TO BE READ. BUT YOU SHOULD DO IT, BECAUSE ONLY YOU CAN FULLY CAPTURE YOUR IDEA. DO IT. BE AMAZING.
Summary: Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.
Word Count: 2,232
A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean W. fic and I hope you all like it :D
Bucky took a swig of water,
tightening the cap on the bottle before setting it to the side. His
meet-and-greet was about to start. He could hear the bustling of the crowd
right outside the door and took a deep breath. Alongside him was Clint, a
“You doing okay, buddy?” asked
Clint, eyes concerned as he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”
After a few minutes, Nat Romanoff
and Sam Wilson took their seats next to each other and the writer of the show,
Bucky’s oldest friend, Steve Rogers, emerged from behind the black curtain that
had been put up behind the actors.