girl you make my life complete

In World History...

I don’t know the difference between making compliments and flirting… I’m in history drawing a flower and this girl beside me that I knew for a year says,“That’s beautiful.” I reply,“Not as beautiful as you.” So I stay there in complete shock that I said that and she had that face of what. She then says from the akward silence. “ You too.” AND WE WERE NOT ALONE AND I BET PEOPLE HEARD GVIGVIGCUGCDTJCIGGVI. Imagine your otp….

“If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”, the quote that makes me feel so hopeful. I fell in love with a girl, but I broke her heart, multiple times. It was never in my plans to hurt her, I lost my other half by being a complete a-hole. Lust was controlling me, and it was getting worse. If you have a girlfriend or boyfriend, or wishing to work things out with someone, show them. Show them how much you love them, how much you care for them, how much you want them. Once you’ll lose them, you’ll feel lost from then on.
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I moved here from Bergen in the 7th grade. No one wanted to hang out with me because I talk so weird. You were the only one who took care of me. I couldn’t believe the most popular girls in our class wanted to be friends with me. I always really looked up to you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Just the thought of me destroying that makes me feel sick. More than sick. It made me stop liking myself as a person. But I can’t continue having regrets for the rest of my life. It wasn’t going well between you and Jonas. You talked about breaking up with him every day. I know that’s not an excuse, but… I loved him. I wish I could do it all over again, completely different. But I can’t. I’m just going to have to accept it and move on. I’m saying this for the last time. Okay?

Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

fullmetallizard’s fma fic list

I’m not sure how to format this so I’m just wingin’ it. And don’t worry, I’ll tag it “long post”! I’m gonna go newest to oldest! I can be found on Ao3 here.


you knock me out I fall apartEDWIN (T (for Ed’s potty mouth)) oneshot. complete. 

the birth of Ed and Winry’s second child doesn’t go as smoothly as their first leaving Ed fearful and questioning of equivalent exchange. 

i need you so much closer: ALMEI (M) multichaptered, incomplete. tw for miscarriage here. 

Al and Me’s journey into parenthood is much harder (and more painful) than the expected. 

you’re my best friend, and I need you, do you know that?: RIZBECCA (E) oneshot. complete. 

While in the academy, the likelihood of Riza being sent to front lines gets higher everyday. Rebecca is scared to lose her friend. They give each other the closeness they need.

we’ll make the world safe and sound for you: ROYAI, ALMEI, EDWIN. (G) oneshot. complete. 

This was FMA secret santa gift to @lucinasparallelfalchion! Lots of christmasy-little kids being happy feels. 

absorbing everything, the spectrums A to Z: ROYAI (T) 

alphabet series! A-Q are posted. It’s royai and it jumps around from pre-canon, canon, and post-canon

i waited all my life for you, sweet girl: ROYAI (G) oneshot. complete. 

Based on the tumblr prompt request “In didn’t know you could sing.”

you outshine the morning sun…my son: EDWIN (T(for Ed’s mouth)) oneshot. complete.

Ed and Winry welcome their first child into the world as Ed tries not to faint. 

and i’ll shiver like i used to: ROYAI MODERN AU (G) multichaptered. incomplete. (and i’m looking for someone to collab w me on this one)

Roy and Riza dated through high school and college but broke up when he left for grad school. He shows up back in town and heartbreak, chaos, and healing commences. 

just leave me your stardust to remember you by: ROYAI (G) oneshot. complete.

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. Riza has to do some healing is the most nonspoilery thing I can say.

please don’t take my sunshine away: ALMEI (G) oneshot. complete. 

“He’d been with her for one assassination attempt when he was eighteen and she was fifteen. They’d fought together and, while it was scary, it was nothing compared to this. Someone had actually gotten to her. Someone hurt her.”

the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling: ALMEI, EDWIN. (G) oneshot. complete. 

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. Al get’s Trisha’s disease. 

please don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me: EDWIN (G) oneshot. complete.

teeny tiny fluff piece.  

your laugh echoes down the hallway: ROYAI (G) oneshot. complete. 

WARNING: CHILD DEATH. Roy and Riza’s daughter comes down with the same sickness as Riza’s father. 

we live through scars this time: EDWIN (T(for Ed’s mouth again, what am I gonna do with him?)) oneshot. complete. 

based on a sketch by @fennethianell! Ed tells Winry about his scars from Baschool

sleep pretty darling, do not cry and I will sing a lullaby: ROYAI (G) multichaptered. incomplete. 

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. Person B secretly listening to Person A sing a sweet lullaby to their child every night. After Person A unexpectedly passes away, Person B attempts to sing the same lullaby so their son/daughter, but ends up bursting into tears, much to the child’s confusion.(This was originally a oneshot but then it got out of hand)

never a tear, baby of mine: ALMEI (G) tw for miscarriage. oneshot. complete.

Al and May suffer a loss no one should ever have to.  

your eyes look like coming home: HAVOCAI (i love my tiny canoe) (T bordering on M) multichaptered. complete. 

Jean Havoc’s loyalty is unwavering. That includes his loyalty to his fellow Lieutenant and the changes they experience.

what else should i be? all apologies?: ROYAI (G) oneshot. complete. 

Riza has been missing from Roy’s life for years. When she stumbles back into it, she brings a large secret along with her.

whatever could it be that has brought me to this loss?: EDWIN (G) multichaptered. complete. 

“He took her hand in the dark. “I know,” he said. And he did. He was the only other person who understood the loss of Sara Elric in this magnitude. He was her parent too.”

wishing only wounds the heart: ROYAI (G) oneshot. complete. 

I was sick of drunk!Roy fics so I made a drunk!Riza lmao. Roy takes care of Riza in this. 

a fire baptism engulfs my shame: ROYAI (T) oneshot. complete. 

Roy destroys the secrets of flame alchemy off of Riza’s back.

(I know everyone and their mother has written this same thing but pls give it a glance (: ily )

Before It’s Too Late (part 2)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: feelings and stuff, Nat, Pepper, Peggy and Wanda being assholes

A/N: here’s your part 2! hope you like :) I wanna know who you guys picture Kristen to be (based off the small lil description I wrote about her in this). I really wanna know!!

The date went well. Like really well. Bucky didn’t come home and say how weird she was or how annoying she was - no. He came home saying how perfect she was. How she knew how to keep a conversation going. They went on another date. And then another… and another until he asked her out.

She said yes.

So now it’s been a month and him and Kristen are very happy and you can’t do anything but pretend to be happy because on the inside you want to scream and ugly cry every time you see - even think - of them.

But unfortunately, you still have hope. It’s only been a month, right? Bucky’s not the type to be tied down in a relationship. It won’t last. Right? Sometimes you agree but whenever you see the genuine smile Kristen brings to Bucky’s face, you rethink.

When he told you about him and Kristen dating, you wanted to yell no; say that he was making a mistake because you were right there, in love with him and would give anything in the world to be with him. But you saw the sparkle in his eyes when he said her name and you couldn’t brush off the big smile he had on when he talked about her, so you kept your mouth shut and told him how happy you were for him.

All of your friends immediately asked if you were okay or how you felt about it all but you just smiled and told them you were happy because he was happy. And all you’ve ever wanted was for Bucky to be happy. They didn’t buy it.

You wanted to hate Kristen - you really did. You wanted to hate her because she stole Bucky’s heart. Because that was supposed to be you that he looked at with loving eyes, not her. But you couldn’t hate her, no matter how hard you tried because damn it she was just so perfect.

Kristen was beautiful - she was a goddess. She had thick light brown hair that stopped in the middle of her back and her smile could literally light up the darkest room and her laugh - oh god you hate to admit it but her laugh was pleasant to hear. She was funny as well but kind and had a big heart. Oh, how you wanted to hate her.

And because things are serious between the two, Bucky wants you and Kristen to spend the day together. Ever since they started dating, you refrained yourself from spending time with her for too long. You couldn’t do it. But Bucky wants his best friend and girlfriend - the two most important girls in his life - to get along and you’ve just realized that you can’t say no to Bucky.

So here you are in Peggy’s dorm with Wanda and Natasha, talking about everything.

“You don’t have to do it, Y/N.” Natasha says from her spot on Peggy’s bed where she was cuddling Wanda.

“Yeah, just say you have something important to do.” Wanda adds.

“Or just tell Bucky to fuck off with his ‘I want the two most important girls in my life to get along’ shit.” Peggy mocks Bucky’s voice and you all laugh.

You lick your lips. “No, no, I’m not gonna do that. It’ll crush him. I’m just gonna do it. Hopefully the day will go by fast. I just want Bucky to be happy.” you sigh out.

“And what about your happiness?” Pepper - the girl Tony’s been pining after - spoke up. “I know we’ve only know each other for three years now but Y/N your happiness means just as much as Bucky’s and it’s not fair that you have to suffer in order for him to be happy.”

“Ooo, she’s got a point.” Wanda nods.

“Fuck it up, Potts!” Nat hoots.

You shake your head at your friends.

“But in all seriousness, Y/N, if you want I can knock some sense into Bucky for you.” Peggy says and you smile.

“For an art major who should have a sharp eye when it comes to art certainly can’t see the real masterpiece in front of him.” Pepper adds.

Your smile grows.

“You’re the masterpiece, if you didn’t know.” Natasha spoke with a grin.

“Thanks Nat, I think I got that.”

It went silent for a good minute, you just staring down at your shoes as your smile slowly dissipated. You were thinking too hard again. If Bucky were there he would scold you for it. You could hear him now. “Stop thinking so hard! Your brain is gonna bust outta that pretty little head of yours!”

“Y/N?” Nat’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. When you look up, seeing all their eyes on you, you know that the mood shifted to down right seriousness. “You need to tell him before it’s too late. It’s not good for you to keep it in.”

“I’m fine, Nat. Plus we all know Bucky doesn’t do relationships. This one won’t last.” you respond, trying to convince them but mostly trying to convince yourself.

“Okay but let’s say this one does last. You’re his best friend which means you’ll be spending a lot of time with them. You can’t keep your feelings all bottled up Y/N. It’s not good. You’ll end up hurting yourself.” when you don’t respond she speaks again. “Stop hurting yourself like this.”

You hadn’t noticed the tear that rolled down your face but when you did, you immediately wiped it away and you let out a pained chuckle. “It’s too late anyways. Nothing good will come out of me telling him that I’m in love with him. If I told him, it’s very well possible that I’d lose him as my friend and I’m not risking that.”

“We just don’t like seeing you hurt.” Peggy spoke softly as she placed a comforting hand on your thigh. You smile, putting your hand on top of hers and squeezing it lightly.

“I love you guys, you know that?”

Wanda smiled. “We love you too.”

You push your hair back and let out a sigh before checking the time on your phone. “Oh shit I gotta go, Bucky texted me three times.”

You start gathering your things and head towards the door just as Peggy shouts your name. “Don’t push yourself with this, okay?”

You nod.

“And for the love of cupcakes and all things sweet, please tell Bucky how you feel, before it’s too late.” Natasha adds.

You give her a thin smile. “It’s already too late, remember?”

She doesn’t respond and you pull open the door, being met with Bucky who had his fist in the air, about to knock. Panic sets in. How long was he there for? Did he hear what you said? How much of it did he hear?

“Bucky,” you breathed, slapping a hand against your chest as your heart continued to beat rapidly. “What’re you doing here?”

He puts his fist down. “I texted you like three times and you didn’t answer so I went down to your apartment and no one was there then I figured if you weren’t at home that you must be at Peggy’s so I came here.”

“Jeez Barnes, let the girl live.” Peggy says and the girls snicker.

Bucky ignores her remark and continues. “I thought you were bailing on me and then I was like ‘wait, Y/N would never do that, she’d give me a reason for not being able to show up’ which brings me to my next question; Are you sure you want to do this? Because I know how you are around new people and if you don’t want to do this today we could always reschedule.”

You bite your lip and turn to face your friends who each gave you looks that said ‘stay and let us prevent the heartbreak that is bound to happen’. But you couldn’t do that to Bucky. So, you turn back to him and smile.

“No, sorry, I just lost track of time. Let’s go.”


“So how’s the relationship?” you ask Kristen as the two of you walked around the mall together.

“It’s amazing.” she beamed. “It’s so nice to spend time with you. Bucky never shuts up about you. He always goes on about how amazing you are and how funny you are - that you’re just a joy to be around and now that I’m spending time with you, I can see why he thinks that. You’re truly an amazing person.”

You smile.

Why the fuck does she have to be so nice. She’s making it difficult to hate her.

“Thank you.” you take the compliment like a champ. “And it’s nice to hang out with you too. It’s fun.”

Kristen gives you a warm smile as the two of you continue your journey throughout the mall, stopping now and then to go into some stores.

“You know,” she hummed. “I was hesitant about giving Bucky a chance.”

You snap your head towards her. “Why?”

“Well I had asked around about him and most girls said he was an asshole. That he’d go on dates and not call them the next day - or ever. Some even said he cut all contact after they had sex and I didn’t want to be in that place. So when he first asked me out, I said no. Then he started complimenting me, giving me flowers and all that and I was like ‘maybe they were wrong, maybe I should give him a chance’ and so I did. Best decision of my life.” you smile and she continues. “He’s a sweetheart. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. Bucky makes me feel completed. It might be a bit too early in our relationship to say this but… I think he’s the one.”

Your eyes widen and she chuckles when she noticed. “I know it sounds super crazy but I truly believe he’s it for me.”

You can feel your eyes water. They really like each other. They’re probably meant to be together and honestly, what did you think was going to happen? That it would be like one of those cliché fanfictions you read in high school where the best friends realize they’ve been in love with each other for a long time and end up together, happily ever after? No. This was real life, not fanfiction. Bucky has never seen you like that and he never will. All you can do is suck it up and hope that that this crush goes away and fast.

“Bucky really does like you.” you say softly. “I can assure you that you have made a good decision, dating him. He’s a good person and a good friend. You’re one lucky girl.”

Kristen smiles bright. “Does this mean you accept me? Because Bucky said he didn’t want to continue our relationship if you didn’t.. like me. Your opinion means a lot to him and I wouldn’t want to continue to date him if you didn’t like me.”

“Frankly, it doesn’t matter what I think.” you respond. “But to kill the suspense, yes I accept you. Welcome to the family.”

Kristen squeals and hugs you tightly, saying ‘thank you’ over and over again. You pat her back until she pulls away. “This means so much to me, honestly! We can go shopping together and you can help me - ooo you can help me get a gift for him, his birthday is coming up and oh! You can-”

She was cut off by your phone ringing. You murmur a ‘sorry’ before pulling it out, eyebrows furrowing when you read Pepper’s name. “I have to take this.”

Kristen nods and you answer the phone, bringing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N! Oh thank god you answered. Listen, Wanda decided to take the stairs down instead of the elevator and she fell down them and now she’s in the hospital and I-I - just come, quick!” she spoke quickly, panic laced in her voice.

Your eyes widen. “Pepper, calm down okay? I’ll be there right now. What hospital is she at?”

Kristen gives you a worried look but you don’t notice. Pepper names the hospital and you tell her that you’re on your way before hanging up. “I’m sorry Kristen, my friend is in the hospital and she needs me.”

“Don’t worry! Go! I hope she’s okay.”

You nod and slip your phone into your pocket.

“Do you want a ride to the hospital?”

You remember that you arrived at the mall in Kristen’s car and curse.

“No, that’s alright, I can take the bus. The hospital isn’t far from here anyways.”

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Kristen, I promise it’s okay. I’ve got to go but it was nice hanging out with you.” you give her a smile and she flashes one in return. You say your goodbyes before leaving the mall. As you’re about to walk to the bus station, a car pulls up next to you. Peggy’s car.

“Peggy, what the-” you start but you immediately frown when you see Natasha, Pepper and Wanda - who looked perfectly fine - sitting inside.

“Get in loser.” Peggy says and Wanda opens the back door for you.

“What’s going on? Wanda looks fine.” you say as you got in the car.

“We lied. We came to save you.” Natasha replied.

Peggy drove away from the mall and you shake your head. Your friends were a bunch of assholes.


A/N: Tell me what ya thiinnnkkkkkkk. I know it’s pretty slow rn but stay tuned my friends :) I’ll edit l8ter.

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I have officially climbed over a massive hurdle. That massive hurdle of completing and graduating law school. It has been a long and tough road. From sleepless nights, anxiety attacks, and barely passing my first semester by the skin of my teeth. But all that seems insignificant, the moment I walked across that stage in all my MELANIN GLORY as I gazed upon my fellow colleagues. Realizing, my class (CLASS OF 2017) was the first class of my university to have the highest percentage of POC walking across that stage to receive their Juris Doctor degree. A university, where historically POC’s make up less than 15% of the population. So not only was this a momentous moment for me, but for those who look like me, and those who see me and feel inspired that through hard work and dedication, anything is possible!

For those that doubted me, those who claimed I wasn’t good enough, and those who my dreams will never become a reality… well to you, I say “Thank You!” You see your lack of support and intent to tear me down provided me with the ammunition that allowed me to overcome every obstacle law school hurled my way. I walked across that stage and claimed my degree, despite your doubt. . . I AM GOOD ENOUGH. My dreams will never become a reality you say? Many told me it was unrealistic to expect to obtain employment overseas straight out of law school, furthering that it was even difficult to obtain one in my own city. I can only chuckle as I sit here completing my visa application for a position in China I landed BEFORE I even walked across that stage. If you see no opportunity, then YOU must be the master of your own plan and create that opportunity.

“Not everyone will understand your journey, that’s fine… It’s not their journey to make sense of. It’s YOURS!” (Zero Dean)

Literature Asks

Quotes from literature to inspire you when writing!

  1. “She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” - J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
  2. “The curves of your lips rewrite history.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  3. “A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.” - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
  4. “I took a photo of us mid-embrace. When I am old and alone, I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.” - Joe Dunthorne, Submarine
  5. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” - W. H. Auden, “The More Loving One”
  6. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” - John Steinbeck, East of Eden
  7. “Who, being loved, is poor?” - Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance
  8. “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
  9. “The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.” - Toni Morrison, Beloved
  10. “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” - Alfred Tennyson
  11. “I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.” - Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
  12. “I don’t want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you.” -  Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
  13. “You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
  14. “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” -  Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  15. “Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?” - Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
  16. “I’m just so thankful for our little infinity.” - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
  17. “I hope, or I could not live.” - H.G. Wells
  18. “I hadn’t expected that a tiny glimmer of hope for the future could transform someone so utterly.” - Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress: A Novel
  19. “Your eyes are full of language.” - Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters 
  20. “You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.” -  Junot Dìaz, This Is How You Lose Her
  21. You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone.” - Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea: A Novel
  22. “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” - Ian McEwan, Atonement
  23. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind
  24. “I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.” - Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
  25. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
  26. “He doesn’t want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.” E.M. Forster, A Room With A View
  27. “The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
  28. “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” -  Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
  29. “We can experience nothing but the present moment, live in no other second of time, and to understand this is as close as we can get to eternal life.” -  P.D. James, The Children of Men
  30. “I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.” - Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong 
  31. “Above, the starts shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe” - Stephen King
  32. “The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” - Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me
  33. “If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it” - Nicole Krause, The History of Love
  34. “I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world…” - Frank O’Hara, Having a Coke With You
  35. “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
The Chris Evans Mini Series (One Shots)

Imagine spending the day at Disneyland with Chris and your children.

A/N: I won’t be writing the mini-series with plots anymore, there will just be the occasional one shots with cutesy family stuff and romantic moments between Y/N and Chris. This one was inspired by the adorable family I met in line at Disneyland. I wanted their life so much. 😭😍

*Fair warning- the word count’s like 3,253. I just couldn’t stop writing? I literally started last night and just finished it in this train ride. So settle in and get ready to die from the fluff.

One of the best things about having jobs in the Hollywood industry- something both you and Chris agreed on- was having to constantly travel to Los Angeles. There were a million reasons why you both loved LA as much as you did, one of the biggest ones being it was how the two of you met. It was also where you experienced and celebrated some of your relationship’s biggest milestones: the first date, the first kiss, the first fight, your first anniversary, and your engagement. Los Angeles was where everything started for you and Chris, which was why you had such a special place in your heart for it and why Chris kept the house in Los Angeles despite settling in Boston. That and Disneyland was there; to have a house where Disneyland was, made for easier and more frequent family holidays.

“God, she looks so beautiful.” Chris commented as he watched your daughter, Charlotte, walk alongside her brother in her little Cinderella outfit. You’d taken her to Fantasy Land where she was transformed into her favorite princess, and as for your son, Jack- he wore an outfit put together by you to make him look like Mickey Mouse. “How did I get so lucky with my girls?” He smiled at his baby girl before turning to you, feeling his smile widen at the sight of his perfect wife.

“I ask myself the same question when I look at my boys,” you shot him a wink and he laughed, following your lead as you turned you attention back on your children. “Lola,” you called when you saw her redirect her attention on the churro cart; she turned to you with innocent eyes, pointing at the sugary fried dough stick that another little girl was holding. “We’ll get one later, okay? We’re going to go see Mickey Mouse first,” you reminded her and her face lit up. “You want to see Mickey, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. You looked over at Chris when you heard him chuckle, and you smiled at the look of adoration he gave Lola. She returned her attention to her original destination, Mickey Mouse’s House in Toon Town. “Mickey!” She gasped when she saw the huge Mickey Mouse sign. “Jack!” She tapped her big brother’s shoulder excitedly. “Mickey!”

“Mama,” Jack glanced back at you and Chris, his blue eyes asking for permission to run ahead with his sister. You both nodded without hesitation because you’d already briefed them on ground rules and what to do if they got lost, not that they could with yours and Chris’ vigilance. “Let’s go, Lala!” Jack announced and ran ahead with Lola right on his heel.

You and Chris both smiled at Jack’s use of your daughter’s nickname; he had been the one to give it to her. ‘Lala’ was a cuter version of ‘Lola’, which was one of the many, many variations you’d pulled from her name. The many others included: Charlie, Lottie, Lola Rose, and Rosie. Your girl answered to any and all of them; she oddly enjoyed having more than one name and actually preferred if you used more than one name on her.

The story of how Jack gave her the nickname, 'Lala’, was pretty sweet. It was in reference to the fact that your daughter had actually done what you did when you were a child; singing before speaking. Your mom used to sing to you all the time, and you’d somehow picked up the lyrics of lullaby she sang you faster than the words she said to you. Now Lola was the same, thanks to Jack. Since you brought Lola home, Jack had been spending every night by his little sister’s side singing the 'Winnie The Pooh’ theme song to her as a lullaby. You and Chris loved sitting in the hallway, listening to him put his baby sister to bed. You’d look over at Chris and smile and he’d smile back, and the two of you would just sit and appreciate how perfect your lives were.

“Bud!” Chris called out and Jack stopped, looking over his shoulder at his dad. “Hold her hand, please.” Your adorable Mickey Mouse nodded and ran after your precious Cinderella, who did not stop at the sound of her dad’s voice. “And you,” Chris looked over at you, smiling as he took your hand in his. “Hold my hand, please.”

You chuckled and entwined your fingers with his. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of your head before returning his attention to your children and the stroller he was pushing. It seemed a lot harder to maneuver now that he was only using one hand, but it didn’t stop him from holding your hand. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, pulling a smile from him. You chuckled softly and adjusted your backpack straps before refocusing your attention on your children; both of which were happily skipping towards Mickey’s House.

While it was nice to be able to come to Disneyland with your adorable children, you’d both missed the simplicity of coming to the park as a couple. You’d remember the good old days when you could come empty handed, and now you had to haul half your house along with you just in case your little ones needed something in the spur of the moment. You didn’t know why Lola would need her Winnie the Pooh bathrobe at Disneyland, but you brought it anyway because you didn’t want to deal with her “I told you so, Mama.” Chris also had to give up some of his favorite rides- like Space Mountain- because both kids were too young for it and he couldn’t leave you to watch them alone. As much as the two of you reminisced about the good old days, you couldn’t imagine a better way to enjoy Disneyland than with your darling children.

“We’re waiting for Daddy and Mama, Lala,” Jack tugged onto Lola’s hand, preventing her from joining the queue. She pouted, but stayed by her brother’s side. “There they are!” Jack waved at the both of you then pointed at the line. “Do we go in now?” He asked you and Chris.

“Yeah,” you nodded and pulled your hand from Chris’ to move closer and usher them into the queue; Chris followed behind, tugging at his hat and gesturing for you to do the same. That was the downside of doing Disneyland as a famous couple, people pounced when they spotted you in lines because you couldn’t really go anywhere, now could you? “It’s going to be a while, do either of you want to sit in the stroller or be carried?” You asked your two and they both shook their heads.

“Thank God,” you heard Chris murmured under his breath and you chuckled. “What?” He looked up at you, laughing. “I’m all for them sitting in the stroller, but I’m not going to carry either of them while waiting half an hour in this line. It’s going to kill my back,” he said as he stretched, making you laugh. “What now?” He chuckled, playfully nudging you with the stroller.

“We’re not that old, Evans.”

“You’re not, but I’m older than you.” He smiled when you laughed. “You married an old man,” he teased, reaching over the stroller to poke your arm. You chuckled and playfully slapped his hand away. “I’m just going to be like this gray heap and you’re going to still look drop dead gorgeous, aren’t you?”

“Okay, calm down,” you laughed. “You’re only six years older than me, you dork. And please,” you walked to join his side; he put an arm around you. “You couldn’t be a gray heap even if you tried,” you said and he chuckled. “You’re like a fine wine,” you pecked his jawline, “better with age.”

“Aren’t you sweet?” He squeezed you into him, making you chuckle as you wrapped an arm around his waist. You both let your gaze fall onto your children, who were being just as sweet as their parents; Jack was helping Lola adjust the tiara on her head. “We’re really nailing the whole parenting thing, aren’t we?” Chris whispered into your ear.

“I’d like to think so,” you nodded, smiling.

“Do you want to know why things turned out so well with us though?” He asked and you nodded, meeting his gaze. “It’s because I love you,” he told you and you smiled. “I always say that a family only works if it’s built off the extension of the love you feel for a person, and clearly- we feel a lot of that love for each other. I’ve never, ever thought once that my life wouldn’t be complete without a child in it because I have you. Darling,” he smiled, “you- this relationship, it’s always going to be the thing I want more than anything in the world.”

“Aw, stop it you.” You couldn’t help your smile as he kissed your forehead. When he pulled back and looked at you, the adoration he had in his eyes- made you feel like the writer girl on that first date with actor Chris Evans all over again. “You’re going to make me swoon,” you joked and he laughed, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“Mama, look.” Lola called for your attention and you both turned to her, smiling. She grinned as she twirled, making her blue ball gown puff up before gracefully settling around her. “I love this dress, I want to wear it everyday!” You and Chris chuckled as she jumped up and down, and did a little happy dance; the other people in the line were watching her too, smiling because she was a total doll. She started to sing as she continued to jump,

“Winnie The Pooh,
Winnie The Pooh!
Chubby, little cubby, all stuffed with fluff.”

“Lala,” Jack giggled, taking her hands to stop her from jumping. She looked at him with curious eyes, wondering why her brother stopped her. “You can’t sing Winnie The Pooh now, we’re going to see Mickey Mouse. You have to sing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse song with me!”

“Jack,” Chris laughed. “Let her sing whatever she wants to sing.”

“But we’re waiting to see Mickey, Daddy!” Jack giggled. “We have to sing his song.”

“Yeah!” Lola agreed, like she always did with her brother. They both jumped up and down with her brother as they began to sing the Mickey Mouse song. They knew that one by heart too because other than Disney, they didn’t watch much of anything else. But that was because of you and Chris, you didn’t trust any other company to inspire and shape your children.

“He’s too much like you, you know that right?”

“Perfectionism is not a bad trait to have,” you retorted with a smile.

“That’s not perfectionism,” Chris chuckled, “that’s called being a control freak.”

“Control freak or not, I found someone amazing to love me,” you said and he laughed, leaning forward to press his lips against your hair. “So I think I can let him do him,” you giggled when Chris tickled your sides. “Stop,” you laughed and squirmed away from him as the queue continued to move forward. “Sweetheart, where are you going?” You laughed and reached for Lola as she walked under the ropes; you missed her by an inch. “Baby, come back here please.”

“But it’s Prince Charming,” she pointed at a boy about her age who was dressed as Prince Charming. You looked over at Chris and you both chuckled softly. “Hi!” She smiled at him and he smiled back; the boy’s parents smiled at her then at the both of you. “I’m Cinderella.” She curtsied which earned her a bow from him; everyone who was watching their interaction felt their heart melt.

“Could we take a picture of her with your son?” Chris asked, reaching into his back pocket for his phone. The parents nodded, taking out their phones to do the same. “Stand next to him, bug.” Lola nodded and got into position, wrapping an arm around the boy who wrapped an arm around her. “Oh my God, our moms are going to die at this picture.”

“Yeah, I know right?” You chuckled as Chris took the picture. “Thank you so much,” you told the boy’s parents and they nodded, smiling at Lola who was giving their son a hug. “Your boy is so sweet, very handsome too.”

“Thank you,” the mom smiled. “Your daughter is very sweet and beautiful too, a real Disney Princess.” You and Chris smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. The line started to move as Lola made her way back to you, grinning happily. “We’ll see you,” she said as it was their turn to enter Mickey’s House.

“Daddy,” Lola tugged at his pants and Chris looked down. “Can I see?” She asked and he nodded, descending to his knees to show her the photo he’d just taken. “Awwww,” she cooed at the photograph. “I’m so cute, Daddy.” She looked up at you when she heard you laugh, grinning.

“Yes you are,” Chris hugged her with one arm, nuzzling her with his face and giving her cheek playfully loud kisses. “You’re the cutest bug around.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he scooped her up into his arms. “You’re my little princess, aren’t you?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded.

You looked over at Jack, who was patiently waiting in line while his baby sister got all the attention. You felt bad even though he didn’t show any sign of jealousy or annoyance. “Bud,” you called and he looked over, smiling. “C'mere sweetheart,” you beckoned him over with your head. “Are you having fun?” You asked him, adjusting his Mickey Mouse cap.

“So much fun, Mama,” he grinned. “I can’t wait to see Mickey Mouse again. Do you think he’ll remember me?”

“Of course, baby. You’re too special to forget,” you booped his nose and he giggled. “Where do you want to go after this?” You asked him. “Do you want to go eat some food first, or do you want to continue visiting the houses, or…” You trailed off, hoping he’d chime in with a decision.

“I want churros!” Lola chimed before Jack could, and Jack nodded at that suggestion without hesitation. You and Chris chuckled softly at how easy your children were and how willing they were to compromise with the other’s request. “Do you want churros, Daddy?”

“I’d rather a Mickey ice-cream bar,” he answered with a shake of his head and laughed when he saw you roll your eyes; you still didn’t understand how he could pass up a churro. “You three can grab a churro though, we’ll go get some before we make our way to Minnie’s House.”

“Yay!” Jack and Lola cheered.

The line continued to move and soon it was your turn to enter Mickey’s House. You took photos of your children as they made their way through the house, interacting with the furniture and items in the house. Despite having visited the house numerous times, they were still just as excited as the first time. You turned to Chris who was already smiling at you, you smiled when you saw him mouth “thank you for this.” You felt your eyes well at that simple sentence, nodding in acknowledgment.

It was a few more stops and a little bit more of waiting before you could all finally meet Mickey Mouse. The staff member who brought you into the room seemed to recognize you, Chris, and your children- all of which were constantly under the eye of the media. But she remained professional and said nothing, just smiled excitedly. She was definitely more interested in how adorable your children were than the two of you.

“Mickey!” Jack and Lola screamed the second they saw him. Mickey Mouse looked over and gave them an excited wave before reacting to their outfits; whoever was under the suit was doing a fantastic job. “Mickey, Mickey, Mickey!” They chanted, jumping up and down.

“They’re as dorky as us,” you whispered into Chris’ ear and you both laughed. “Uh oh,” you chuckled softly when you noticed a group of girls in their twenties looking your way and whispering among themselves. “I think we’ve been spotted.”

“I’m not surprised, we’re quite an attractive family.” He joked and you laughed, slapping his arm playfully. “It’s fine, I don’t think they’ll approach us.”

You nodded in agreement, looking over at them. You smiled and gave them a quick wave to acknowledge them. You and Chris chuckled when their excitement increased. They smiled and waved back, taking a few photos with their phones but keeping their distance. Usually you and Chris didn’t like people taking pap-like shots of you and your children, but you didn’t mind this time. They were polite enough to keep their distance, you could give them a few photos.

“Would you like to get in position?” The staff asked you and Chris, gesturing you towards Mickey. Your children were already by his side, hugging him tightly. “Do you want a few shots on your phone as well, or do you just want us to take it on our camera?”

“Both, please.” Chris told her and passed her his phone as you joined Mickey’s side. Mickey looked at you with a nod and wrapped an arm around you, giving you a one arm hug. “Thank you,” Chris nodded at the cameraman then walked over to join Mickey’s other side; Mickey gave him a one arm hug too.

“Yay!” Jack and Lola cheered then grinned excitedly as they hugged onto Mickey tightly, smiling at the camera. They were clearly very used to being photographed after attending all those red carpet events with the both of you while you were on the press tour for your movie, 'Charlotte Rose’.

“Okay, are we ready?” The cameraman asked and you all nodded, smiling for the photo. “One, two, three.” The flash went off once, then again, and once more. “And now for your phone.” He stepped out of the way so his co-worker could use Chris’ phone to take photos for you.

“Perfect,” the woman with Chris’ phone nodded after taking the photos. “Thank you,” she passed it back to Chris and he thanked her before turning his attention to where yours was.

Your little ones were still interacting with Mickey, hugging him as many times as they could. Mickey looked up at both of you; the person under the suit could not stop smiling at how adorable your children were. Everyone who was in the room with you felt incredibly lucky to have been able to witness your family’s photo shoot. Most of them were fans, so to see you and Chris was like a dream come true, but to be able to see the both of you with your kids- as parents, was an experience out of their imagination.

“I always thought that Disneyland was the happiest place on earth,” Chris wrapped an arm around you and whispered into your ear. “I was wrong.” Your eyes narrowed and you turned to him so quickly that you might’ve pulled a muscle in your neck. “Hear me out,” he laughed at your reaction and you chuckled softly, leaning into him. “I was wrong because I see now that anywhere with you, and our kids, is the happiest place on earth.”

“Aw,” you cooed and pecked his lips. “The feeling’s mutual, Evans.”

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I feel like me making a post about how much I love my daughter is pretty redundant at this point, but I don’t care, there will never be a reason good enough for me not to say how much I love you. I’ve been through hell and back for you, Rose, I can’t believe how worth it it has all been. You make my life complete, thank you for blessing me with your love and happiness for the last three years. Happy birthday baby girl.

Mercy

shawn mendes x reader

Prompt: you break up with Shawn after a series of unfortunate events and he begs you to take him back


The sound of the rain hitting my window was the only sound that filled my ears, aside from my heavy breathing. I adjusted my calm, laid body on my silk sheets as I turned to the left to look out the satisfying window situated right by my bed. The dark skies and the gloomy weather were a catalyst to my emotions. The droplets streaming down my window matched the tears streaming down my face.

This past week I’ve been laying awake in bed, thinking. Thinking about everything, everything good, everything bad, and everything that went wrong. I haven’t been able to sleep. I can’t sleep when there’s so much going on. But at the same time, nothing is going on. So I just lay in bed and listen to the rain that softly hits my window. 

And I keep on thinking.

Shawn was the best person that I had ever met. He was the boy of my dreams, the boy that I had always wished for. I’ve been a mess lately. Shawn always wore his heart on his sleeve, he saw the best in everybody, that’s what made him so vulnerable. But what happened had to happen.


“Shawn we need to talk.” I spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. 

“About what?” Shawn asked in a clearly concerned voice. Gosh, Shawn cares about me so much. I’ve got a hold of him and his heart. 

“I, I think we need to, um, we need to - we have to,” Gosh just spit out the words, the faster I say it the faster I can leave, and I won’t have to see him in pain, “I think we have to break up, Shawn.” I said, not even looking him in the eyes.

Just like that. In that one sentence, I managed to break the heart of Shawn Mendes.

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Durarara!!   {Sentence Starters}

  • “I am trying to seduce you.”
  • “If I’m your savior, then you’re mine.”
  • “The world isn’t as bad as you think.”
  • “You think you’re special? You’re not.”
  • “It’s kinda scary how much people trust me.”
  • “These days, I feel more comfortable in dark places.”
  • “It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.”
  • “In other words, you don’t even have an idea of what death is really like.”
  • “Oh, and just because I like humans, it doesn’t mean that I like you personally.”
  • “I’m not rude… I just wasn’t taught to politely pretend to be nice to people I can’t stand.”
  • “You’re happy enough, so don’t take away the happiness of others. You should share it.”
  • “It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”
  • “If there’s any possibility that I might visit this city again, then I challenge you to a duel.”
  • “Love. I, myself, have never loved another person. Most likely, I don’t even love myself.”
  • “All this talk about monsters… that’s what people have called me ever since I was a kid.”
  • “Even if everyone in the whole world dies, I won’t care, as long as my beloved survives.”
  • “If I pull this out will it start bleeding? Maybe I should get a band-aid. Or maybe super glue!”
  • “They have their respective secrets. And they’re deliberately trying not to give themselves away.”
  • “Everyone lies, everyone hides things. Nobody makes it through this life being completely honest.”
  • “If you know this, then you were trying to kill me, right? So whatever I do next is what you deserve, right?”
  • “If you want to run from your past, fine. But whatever you do, don’t run away from your present or worse, your future.”
  • “I don’t have have much time. It’s not that I’m busy, but I’m only willing to give you about two and a half more minutes of my life.”
  • “Well, hurting girls isn’t one of my hobbies. That’s why I’ll make it my hobby to stomp on their cell phones. Hahahahahaha! …I’m so bored of it now. It’s no longer my hobby to stomp on cell phones.”
Dylan Strome imagine (part 2)

I kinda went a bit over the top with it but i hope it’s okay and that you can’t tell that i wrote this at 2am…

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for: @scottish-kid , @astilinski24 , @miserablee–at–best , @langblr-eva & @nhlmcdavid

part 1

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You felt like you were dying. Your head was throbbing and you could barely move.

“Good morning sunshine.”

His voice was too loud and made your head hurt even more, burying your head under your pillow didn’t help either. At least it was Dylan and not some stranger. You saw a pale hand offer you something that looked like painkillers and a bottle of water so you took them and immediately hid under your blanket again. The bed dipped down a bit and your blanket was lifted. A warm body slipped in next to you but at the moment you couldn’t care less and curled towards the warmth. You really hoped you’d fall asleep soon.

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When you woke up the throbbing had become bearable but still painful. You didn’t want to open your eyes in case the brightness of the room would hurt your eyes again so you cuddled closer to Dylan with your eyes closed. In the last few months you had snuggled up with Dylan in front of the tv enough to know when he was next to you. His warm arms tightened around you and he sighed.

“You awake?”

You hummed in response, not feeling ready to talk yet.

“Does it still hurt when I talk?”

He whispered and it didn’t hurt so you shook your head a little.

“You really had me worried last night. You didn’t text or call only to come stumbling in at 3 in the morning sucking faces with some random asshole.”

His arms around you tightened some more. Dylan usually only became possessive when he was drunk or the Otters lost a game and he was blaming himself. You secretly prided yourself on the fact that you were the person that gave him comfort. Being roommates with a guy had its perks, but being roommates with a guy you liked… It wasn’t always easy.

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Secrets’s

 ‘’I am way too sober for this.’’ said Tony grabbing a drink from the bar, ‘’ You mean to tell me that, the two of you have a child. That there is a potential little Barton or Romanoff running around New York!’’

  “ Well no, she could be running around anywhere.’’

 “ Thats besides the point! Fifteen years! It’s been fifteen years, You’ve had a child for fifteen year’s!’’ Flopping on the couch, he continued,’’ I don’t understand how the two of you managed to have a kid, And managed to keep it from us! I’ve checked the records as far as the world knows, she doesn’t exist!’’

‘’ She’s not supposed to exist, that’s the point Tony we don’t even know if she’s still alive.’’ a sad smile graced her lips as she got up to leave.

“Nat maybe we should tell the team.’’Clint said as a longing look crossed his face, ‘I think it’s time to let them know.’’

‘’Parker, what in gods name are you doing.’’ you asked sitting down next to him getting flustered over getting caught staring at MJ.

 Peter Parker wasn’t somebody you could now call your best friend, once long ago maybe when you were both eight and throwing mud at each other. But now he was someone you occasionally talked to, it wasn’t like you didn’t like him. No. You guys simply drifted apart. He started to hang out with the guys and you started talking to the girls and by the time high school came around you had completely different friend groups. Peter prefered to stay on the outskirts of the social bubble of Midtown while your friends practically ruled it.

‘’(Y/N)! Hi, w-what are you doing here?” He asked with a shocked face, usually people of your social level didn’t interact with him, unless it was Flash trying to get in his face to make his life at Midtown hell.

‘’I’m sitting down Peter, have I become such a burden that even now you my dearest oldest friend wants nothing to do with me!” you joked as you fell out of your chair pretending as if you were shot in the heart.

‘’No no (Y/N)  don’t die on me, no you cant, you cant leave me in this forsaken world all alone.’’ Peter cried over you motionless body going along with your act.

‘’I’m sorry Peter I I love you’’ and you let your head go limp as Peter started to cry over you. Second’s later you both started to laugh immediately being shushed by Midtown’s librarian who went back to reading her book.

You looked around the library as you sat down a few people lingered here and there. You forgot how easy it was with Peter almost as if it was natural.

‘’So (Y/N) why are you here?” he asked the smile never leaving his lips,’’It’s not like i don’t want you here, no it not like that it’s just we don’t talk much anymore and uhh ya.’’, turning red he looked down not wanting to meet the girls eyes he so dearly missed. 

A small laugh escaped your lips as you looked at Peter, oh how much you missed him. ‘’Well Peter Parker I have a very important question to ask you.’’ Shifting your head to the side, you caught his eye, ‘’ Are you spider man?’’

Hey guys this is it this the first installment of ‘’secrets’’ i want to take this story kinda slowly so that it doesn’t feel rushed or anything the first few chapters though will be slightly filler information, sorry :( but i do hope you like the first chapter of secrets. :)

I want someone for my own

I want someone to give myself too fully. Someone I can talk too for hours and be myself with. Someone that won’t leave no matter how hard life gets. I just want a love that’s all for me. One that I don’t have to worry about leaving. I’d give you the world, or at least my world. We can be nerds together and talk about life. We could watch scary movies and have naps together ! I’m just looking for the person who makes me complete. I may not be the best person ever, and I know I’ve made mistakes in the past, but Ill give you all I have to offer.

Something Here [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: Hi! Could you please write a linxreader imagine? Reader is lin’s girlfriend, but they haven’t been together for that long and she is quite a bit younger than him. He takes her to the show one night and introduces her to the cast. The cast have there worries about her being younger and that she might only be with him for the fame. (They maybe confront him about this) In the end they see that she is not with him for fame or whatever, but really loves him. I would love it if you could write this.

Word count: 1,495

Warnings: age difference, light swearing, a little bit of angst but nothing big.

A/N: I changed the request a little (as always) but the main idea remains. I hope this is what you wanted, the idea came kinda easily to me this way, so maybe that’s why I went a bit off from the request, I hope you still like it tho! <3 

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You knew. The moment his lips touched yours during rehearsal you knew, and it felt like the most cliche description ever to say that you got butterflies on stomach and a spark between you and Lin when you kissed, but that was exactly what happened.

Weeks progressed and you, the newest understudy for all three Schuyler sisters, were scared out of your goddamn mind. This was your broadway debut, and learning the four female roles on the biggest show on Broadway was no easy task on its own, being in love with the creator and main star of the show didn’t help either.

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Bathroom Boy - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Hello could you do a Fred Weasley x reader or use my name (Jess) where Fred refuses to play pranks on the reader and George catches on to why and pulls pranks on the both of them to get them together lots of fluff please and can the reader (Jess) be in Gryffindor please? Thanks in advance
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Hey,could you do some Fred x reader,in which he runs into the girl bathroom(could be the prefects bathroom,‘cause you know maybe the marauders map told him the password or something)and then he listen to the reader singing in the shower,and he’s concentrating so much in the singing that he forgets to leave?i know it may be quite difficult LOVE your blog btw❤️❤️❤️
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A/n: Finally posting a story after a long period of time! I’m sorry to every single one of my followers for not posting in while. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post another imagine Tuesday just for you guys!

I decided to combine these imagines to spice things up like that salt guy from the Internet. Hope you like it.

(P.s. I know Adele wasn’t a thing back in this time but I love this song so, please excuse me. Also, the reader was singing this song just for Fred.)

-Fred Weasley’s POV-

“I’m bored”

“What do you want to do?” I ask my twin brother. It was Christmas break and we stayed here at Hogwarts as our parents went to Romania to visit our brother Charlie. Christmas at Hogwarts is definitely magical yet as the years pass Christmas is the same every year. We were in our dormitory, I looked out our window watching the snow fall onto the grounds of the school.

“Let’s prank someone!” George says out of nowhere, we really hadn’t had the time to prank someone due to exams but since it’s break. Why not?

“Let’s put a box of fever fudge in Filch’s office!”

“Can’t. Mcgonagall caught us last time for that one, she’ll know it’s us.” I remind him.

“Hmm… Snape? Puking pastilles?” He suggested.

“I don’t feel like hiding for my life”

“Oo! I know! That girl in our transfiguration class, Katie’s partner. I forgot her name.”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)” I said immediately regretting it.

“You know her?”

“Well, not really. We just have classes together, that’s all.”

“I reckon you’re not telling me the truth mate.”

“I am! I hardly know her.” That was a complete lie and George knows it. (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is the most beautifulest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her laugh and her smile makes me all warm and makes me act like a complete idiot around her. She’s kind, loving, smart and I know how cliche I sound but it’s true.

She always puts everyone else’s needs first. She never lets anyone give her crap and she stands up for what she believes in, I remember that one time when Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood. (Y/n) was so mad, she bewitched him by using the petrificus totalus spell and kicked dirt in his face. I fell for her even more that day but I don’t really know if she knows that I exist.

Yes, we have classes together but does she know me? We look at each other sometimes, pass smiles, send waves but there’s a question that nags me all the time, if I don’t find the answer soon, I feel like I’ll never find it. Does she like me too? I know that yes could possibly be an impossible answer but what if that slight chance of possibly comes true.

“Besides the fact that you’re lying to me, we should prank her. She stayed this break. We s-”

“No, I’m not going to prank her” I told him. George smirked and pushed himself up off the bed.

“What is it that your hiding brother?” His voice laced with the sound of amusement.

“Nothing” I say calmly trying to hide the fact that I’m obviously lying. I stand as his smirking figure makes me uncomfortable “Stop it, bloke”

“Whether your willing or not, I will find out!” He says as I leave the room, I roll my eyes.

“Sure you will!”

~The Next Day~

“Hey mate” The voice of George entering my ears. I was extremely cautious all day yesterday since his little remark. I’ve kept to myself but right now he seems normal. No smirk, no devilish glint in his eyes. Just a normal George Weasley. “I brought you this butterbeer from Hogsmead, I was just there with Lee” he grinned passing me the cup.

“Thanks” I say, I look in the cup as if expecting something to jump out of it.

“Well aren’t you going to drink it?” I look up at him.

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s your favorite and I got it just for you. Honestly mate, do you think I poisoned it or something?” He was right, I was just overreacting. I took a large gulp from it then I felt this strange feeling overcome me.

“How do you feel?” He asks

“Unsure.” I say without even thinking as if I didn’t have any control.

“Why?”

“Because I know you’re up to something” Then I realized what he’s done. He put Veritaserum in my butterbeer to make me tell the truth. He was grinning widely, I stood up and ran as far away as I could from him.

“Fred wait! I still have questions!” I heard George say but I kept running. I ran to the nearest door but it was locked. The next one locked but the one at the end of the hall was open. I sneak in and close the door quietly but I freeze in place as I hear the water running. I turn around and realize, from all of the surroundings, that I was in the prefects bathroom. I put my hand on the knob and was about to twist it but I heard footsteps.

“Fred! Come on! I stole that batch from Snape’s cabinets and I don’t want to do it again.” I walk away from the door silently but from every step I take the more closer and closer the sound of water running gets closer.

“Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You’re like a dream come true”

I knew instantly that it was her. Her angelic voice filling the bathroom, I remember her voice because I would often her hear hum or sing before class would start. I get closer to the showers to hear her voice more clearly.

“But if by chance you’re here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
'Cause I’ve been by myself all night long
Hoping you’re someone I used to know”

I stood there listening as if I were in a trance, it was hard to move away.

“Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
Oh, I’m so mad I’m getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like song
When we were young”

The water stopped running and the curtain opened.

“Fred!” She screamed holding her towel against her chest.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

“When we were young” I stopped singing as I turned the water knob to stop the water. I grabbed my towel off the railing and wrapped it around my body. I grabbed the curtain and moved it aside.

“Fred!” I screamed holding my towel tightly against my chest.

“I- I’m sorry.” He stuttered

“What are you doing in here?” I asked slipping on my slippers. I actually wasn’t uncomfortable at all, I trust Fred although I’ve never really met him fully. He seems nice, I have him for mostly all my classes.

“I’m hiding from my brother.” He says quickly as if willing. I smile due to him sounding like a child.

“I’m sorry if you heard me.” I whisper picking up my clothes “I know I’m not very good at singing.”

“Are you mad? You’re amazing” he said, I look at him and I can’t help but smile widely.

“Really?” I ask. He nods his head rapidly, he seems to be staring at me quite intently. I just realized that we’ve been having a conversation while I was wearing nothing but a towel making me chuckle to myself that it’s actually happening.

“What are you looking at?” I joke.

“You”

“Why?” I can’t help but ask quickly without thinking.

“Because your beautiful” I smile at him.

“Um…” I try to hide the blush that’s rushing up to my cheeks. “Can you leave so I can change? It’s kinda getting cold in here” I laugh briefly.

“Oh, sorry. Sorry. I’ll just leave” he said while walking backwards, I wave slightly but laugh as he bumps into the wall. He says bye and then quickly disappears behind the door. I smile to myself as I change into my clothes. Fred is something else and I like that.

~The Next Day~

~Fred’s POV~

“I can’t believe you did that to me” I mumbled to George as I played with my porridge.

“What? Me?” He acted shocked “I was trying to get the truth but you choose to take the hard way”

“I could have told you without you putting Veritaserum in my butterbeer!”

“Well, I didn’t know that you were going to run into the prefects bathroom with that serum in your system. Well, you told her all that good things that you like about her right?” He said innocently.

“Yeah but what if she asked me if I liked her? Then she would probably think that I’m some weirdo listening to her shower.” George shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey, bathroom boy.” I turn my head to the side to see (Y/n) smiling down to me. She sits besides me and begins to eat. George stands up giving me a smirk before actually walking away.

“I’m really really sorry about yesterday”

“Don’t worry about it. At least I got a compliment out of it.”

“You’re a really good singer, you should join Choir”

“No, I don’t sing well.”

“Yeah, you do”

“How do I know if you aren’t lying to me?”

“Remember yesterday when I told you that you were a good singer.” She nodded “I wasn’t lying. My brother gave me Veritaserum”

“Is that why you were hiding from your brother?” She smiles.

“Yeah but your should join.”

“I might but I- Ah!” She screamed and I yelled as cold liquid fell on top of us. I open my eyes to see bright red paint all over me and (Y/n).

“Oh my god” she said and then out of nowhere she laughed. Glitter gold and black fell to top it off.

“George!” I yell.

“It wasn’t me mate” he said innocently but I knew that he was lying. I was about to kill him but I was distracted by her laugh. It was filled with such joy, it made me start laughing. Soon, after we both got cleaned off we sat in front of the fire in the common room.

“When we were in the bathroom and I asked you why you were staring at me… Did you really mean it when you called me beautiful?” She whispered looking at me

“Of course I did” but before I knew it she kissed me. I cupped her face and brought her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. We pulled back after a few seconds when we were out of breath.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Weasley”

~~Kristian

(It’s been a while since I’ve ended an imagine with I love you)

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Self-MOC: Toa Kiora, The Biomancer (v1.5)

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Version Notes:

  • Shortened arm length to address irregular proportions.
  • Completely redesigned lower body for a more sleek design.
  • Adjusted horns to a more upright position.
  • Marginal adjustments to torso shaping.

Yours is a remarkable gift; do not abuse it. Two may create life together- to birth a child blessed with soul. Yet, to forge a being from oneself alone is to make an empty vessel for the dark to plant its seed. Kiora, please heed my warning- let not your curiosity lead you astray. Some stones are best left unturned.

~Turaga Gaile

There was once a young girl with a special gift. Touched by the essence of Life itself, she sought to grant life to the ill and anguished. It was ordained her gift was holy- a blessing from the Great Spirit only to be used for this purpose alone. Yet a deep yearning plagued the girl. She questioned the very nature of life- the life she was tasked to preserve. In seeking deeper understanding, she violated the holy decree and suffered a terrible penance. In the end, her curiosity was silenced.

Many years passed, and the girl became woman. One day, a being from the sky tempted the woman, rekindling her lust for knowledge. And so they practiced their heresy within the shadows. To the being, all was transparent- the woman held no secrets, yet the being’s intentions were veiled. In time, he betrayed the woman, and all was plunged into darkness. Yet her gift persevered through the night, and life was born anew.

Ghosteel Fauchard

A polearm forged from rare and peculiar ghosteel.

Many millennia ago, a clandestine group of smiths would forge special armaments for only the worthiest of champions. The nature of the alloy used, and the techniques behind its creation, is unknown. Alas, the masters of this craft were lost to time, and their secrets vanished in turn. Only these relics stand as testament to their brilliance.

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Hamwriters’ Write-a-thon: AU Day (1)

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,633

Trigger Warnings: None really, just fluff

A/N: Day 1! I’m so excited for this even though I totally procrastinated. Hopefully, I’ll be posting them on time, sometime in the afternoon each day. I can’t wait to read all of your fics, guys! Enjoy this, it’s literally all fluff. The calm before the storm. *cue maniacal laughing*

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There were plenty of things you were fairly sure would never happen at your wedding. One was breakdancing. Another, juggling. It wasn’t like you’d planned the ins and outs of your wedding day since you were a kid. Some things you just knew weren’t going to happen at the sacred ceremony.

But one thing you hadn’t even thought of, was having a toast to YouTube.

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HEART HACKED {last part of HACKED}

It had been a long day, but you felt as though you had helped the guys as much as you could. You were writing up the last of your field notes when there was a knock on the door of your office. Looking up, Yoongi’s gummy smile met you. Months had passed since the trial and things were more than chaotic after his acquittal.

The media went into a complete frenzy, Yoongi was on every magazine. There were rumors of his trial being made into books and movies, you were even approached for interviews. But Yoongi would come back to your apartment every night and sigh. He hated the attention, years of not getting any made this unbearable for him. He would look to you for support and he would constantly ask questions about the guys. You tried to reassure him that they were fine, but he would continue to ask question after question.

I just don’t feel it’s right that I’m free. They all have their own issues that forced them into crime. He would plead with you, but you would shrug in a bout of defeat. But Hyunho made it part of his mission to help those who had been wronged by the government scammers. Now, three of the guys were up for retrial and Hyunho was one of the most sought after attorneys in the country. Yoongi was able to come to the house and talk to the guys as they prepared for their trials. Today was one of those days.

Hey, Doctor, I seem to be having an issue. Yoongi walked in, chuckling as you rolled your eyes and leaned back in your chair.

How can I help you? You asked as you stretched your arms in the air. With everything going on, it seemed strange that the man who was once your patient was now your borderline boyfriend. The two of you hadn’t made it official, but there was definite sexual tension.

Well there’s this girl – Yoongi started to say, his mouth twitching into a smile and you looked at him, chuckling a little as he made his way closer to your desk.

What about this girl? You asked, putting on your professional voice.

Well I think she’s making me go crazy. He sat down in front of you and you broke out your notepad.

Hmmm. Crazy in what way exactly? You asked as you looked down at the notebook.

Well, I can’t sleep because I think so much about her, I try to tell myself that she would never like a guy like me, but I still find myself completely in love when I look at her. Your eyes shot up.

Did you say love? You asked and Yoongi’s cheeks went red. You no longer saw a criminal, an inmate, a felon, you say a guy who just said he loved you.

Doc, she took my side when everyone had written me off as a bad guy. She was a constant in my life, even if it meant putting herself in danger, and she always believed in me. It’s easy to fall in love with a girl like that. She is completely one of a kind and has the greatest heart I have ever known. She didn’t make me feel like I was some outcast, instead she made me part of her family. You felt tears well up in your eyes. I never want to see her hurt again. He walked over to your side of the desk and brushed the hair from your brow. A small scar had formed above your eyebrow. He touched it gingerly and felt a pain in his heart. I want to protect her from everything. I could see myself growing old with her. I want her to be my family. He said and you felt your heart melt.

The way he was looking at you, the way he was smiling, his eyes beaming, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling. He was perfect. Everything about him. You leaned up and felt his lips on yours. A cheer could be heard from the doorway. Looking over the rest of the guys stood there, clapping their hands and mockingly praising the sky. GET IT YOONGI! Taehyung screamed as you blushed and buried your face into Yoongi’s shirt. Yoongi guarded you with his arm as he shooed the guys away. They’re all idiots. He mumbled as you laughed.

But you love them. You murmured and he shook his head.

They are like my siblings. Those guys are amazing, but I don’t love them, at least not like I love you. He said and you smiled.

You can love people in different capacities. You replied, but he rolled his eyes.

For once, stop being a psychiatrist and start being my girlfriend. You laughed at his response and nodded.

I think I can do that. But no hacking into my things. You pointed at him and he put his hands up in a fake stick up.

Ah, I can’t help if I hack into your heart. He responded, a smile peeking through and you threw your head back in laughter.

That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said, it might be true, but it was incredibly cheesy! You replied in which he shrugged in his usual aloof manner. You didn’t admit it right then, but he had hacked into your heart. You had fallen so much that you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing every time he walked in the door. But you wanted to keep that to yourself for a little while.

For now, you just wanted to relish in the feeling of opening loving the man that you would have never expected. You allowed yourself to stop playing doctor and enjoyed the little moments with Yoongi. He had hacked into your heart alright, but you were totally okay with that.

Author’s Note: AAAAAND CUE THE CHEESY ENDING! I can’t help myself … I swear I try to end it angsty and end up with fluffy, cheesy cliche bullshit … don’t hate me haha