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Studio Ghibli Sentence Meme
  • “Now I have something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “I’m not afraid to die!”
  • “You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Fear and anger only make it grow faster.”
  • “I think I can handle it.”
  • “Here’s another curse for you - may all your bacon burn.”
  • “Don’t worry! Stay right where you are, I’m coming to get you! You’re gonna be fine, I won’t let him hurt you.”
  • “I need something of yours. How ‘bout your eyes?”
  • “We gotta get out of here! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “No more killing. It has to stop!”
  • “You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.”
  • “Guys, don’t take that food! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “Fight ‘em! C’mon!”
  • “Smile so we can make a good impression.”
  • “We each need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes it’s not easy”
  • “I finally get a bouquet and it’s a goodbye present. That’s depressing.”
  • “Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.”
  • “Sorry, it looks like you’re involved.”
  • “Oh, my baby! Are you all right? Are you emotionally traumatized?”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “Leave before it gets dark.”
  • “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.”
  • “Cut off a wolf’s head and it still has the power to bite.”
  • “It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “I suggest you surrender. There is no ship coming to rescue you.”
  • “I had no idea that my rage could drive me to kill.”
  • “These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares.” 
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Please! You must stop!”
  • “Well, well, well… hello kitty.”
    “You can’t be busy - you’re five!”
  • “So you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn world.”
  • “ I have really had enough of your incredible stupidity.”
  • “Lamebrain! They made an escape! Now step on it!”
  • “I didn’t want them to kill you.”
  • “It’s fun to move to a new place. It’s an adventure.”
  • “Welcome the rich man, he’s hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there’s plenty there to kiss!”
  • “You shouldn’t be here! Get out!”
  • “He said Mom was ugly, now go get him!”
  • “Kill him and you’ll be famous.”
  • “I’ve seen him do this once before when a girl dumped him.”
  • “S/He’s alive. There goes that dream.”
  • “That was the night I died.”
  • “I’d rather be a pig than a fascist.”
  • “You don’t remember your name?”
  • “Don’t be afraid, I just want to help you.”
  • “Poor kids. I’ll really miss them.”
  • “I don’t fight for honor. I fight for a paycheck.”
  • “ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady with the shovel!”
  • “She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realized she wasn’t, so then, as usual, I ran away.”
  • “You’re in love. Don’t deny it, you’ve been sighing all day”
  • “She never woke up again.”
  • “You blubber heads! I’m not runnin’ a luxury cruise! Now get to work!”
  • “Why does everything that’s good for you have to taste so bad?”
  • “Whatever you don’t want me to clean, better hide it now!”
  • “This is our little secret. You tell anyone and I’ll rip your mouth off.”
  • “I give up. I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • “If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything.”
  • “ It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. ”
  • “There’s a demon inside you.”
  • “Don’t get alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ve got four-wheel drive.”
  • “This is what hatred looks like! This is what it does when it catches hold of you! It’s eating me alive, and very soon it will kill me!”
  • “Smooth. Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”
  • “Everyone fears their own mortality.”
  • “Play with me or I’ll break your arm!”
  • “I gotta get out of this place. Someday I’m getting on that train.”
  • “Wait give us a minute! This is clearly harassment.”
  • “Why do fireflies have to die so soon?”
  • “There you are, sweetheart. Sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.” 
  • “When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work.”
  • “Why did you stop me from killing her?”
  • “When I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you.” 
  • “One thing you can always count on is that hearts change.”
  • “Tell me while you’re still alive!”
  • “This is a tomb for the both of us.”
  • “If nobody comes in, I’m gonna have to eat pancakes forever and be fat, fat, fat! And what am I supposed to do about that?”
  • “Even if you were a woman, you’d still be an idiot!”
  • “What do you say we give 'em a little demonstration of how fast we can run, huh?”
  • “HAM!”

The ways in which I will love you

1. Truly
I won’t keep writing cheesy love poems or keep complimenting you. I will say what I think and be verbal about things you can work on, about what I don’t particularly like because there will be somethings I won’t.

2. I will love you.
Why?
There will be no reason.
Not any particular thing but you as a whole.
So you can change and grow, you can progress and you can evolve. As long as you’re you at the core, you have all my love.

3. I will be open to exploring your interests.
I may not care about sports but if that’s something you care about, I will ask you to teach me and I will sincerely learn and take interest.

4. Whatever path it may be, you won’t walk alone. On rainy days, I will share my umbrella and on windy days I will not make fun of your hair. On sunny ones I will share my ice cream and when your shoes are worn out, I will stop with you and help you fix them. Or wait until you find new ones that are just the right fit.

5. I will accept and try to love your crazy family as my own. I understand how complicated and unbelievable families can be but I do know the base is always love.

6. I will give you all my maps and some flashlights too so you can go on to explore parts of me I don’t display. There won’t be anything you will not know if you want to. I won’t let you read my diaries but I will let you read my soul.

7. I will step out of the goof closet I have been living in all my life and show you who I really am and make you laugh and smile and blush and yell.

8. I will say yes to adventure and to crazy sexual desires and have long lists of my very own I will like to explore with you.

9. I won’t cook or clean and I won’t be sorry about it. But I will keep your heart fed and the dark corners of your mind clean.

10. I won’t demand your phone/social media/bank passwords because all I really want is to look in your eyes and know what you’re thinking, to touch you and know what you’re feeling and to love a person I know as well and as little as myself.
As little as myself is only stating the disregard for the expectations and standards of the society and people and the masks we are given to wear on every birthday.

11. I will love the lazy Sundays at home as well as all the days we forget what day of the week it is or what time it really is because we are lost in time zones, on airplanes and in between magic.

12. When we argue I will never not stay silent or keep anything on the inside. I will get it all out so that there is never anything ugly left to grow on the inside.

Inspired by THIS POST about gay Disney Princesses. 


When the old beggar comes to the door, Addy knows better than to let her in. She doesn’t look at the rose or the woman too long; she shuts the door.

Some will call her arrogant or selfish, but what is she to do? No guards, parents in the capital (not, here, not here), and the knowledge that she is the damsel in all those fairy tales weighs heavily on her mind. Oh, little princess, far from home and alone, so alone.

The Enchantress (for they do not call her witch) makes sure that she stays that way.

Alone except for her wilting rose.

(She did not want it, would not take it, so she was bound to it. Such is the way of Princesses.)

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Addy used to have frightful bursts of temper. Her face would turn red, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, mouth screwed into an upside down kidney bean. Anything could set her off; a too tight corset, a walk ended too quickly, another toy sword taken away. She’d wail and scream, kick her feet and punch the air, tear and rend anything within arm’s reach.

The first time she has a fit in her new form, it’s after Mrs. Potts reads the King and Queen’s decision on her…condition. She’s to stay here, on the outskirts of their kingdom, until a Prince comes to release her from her spell. Alone until a different sort of bond is forced on her, until she is made to change from princess to beast to bride.

Addy know why they refuse to save her. It’s because she’s always been too big, too strong, too ill-tempered, too–

In her rage, Addy upends the tea tray, forgetting, forgetting, forgetting.

She is reminded when fine china falls to the hard ground, when it rattles, when it shatters, when it screams.

“No!” Addy falls to her knees next to her dishes– no, her friends and frantically rights them, apologies tumbling from her lips, eyes brimming with tears.

“Temper,” Mrs. Potts murmurs, more out of reflex than anything, looking obviously terrified. She hops from her side to her base, better able to control her new body than any other castle resident. Her lid is sitting askew and her eyes are wide (so wide) as they dart from one cup to another. “Daniel? Daniel!”

Addy cuts herself on broken porcelain and flinches. She–she’d killed him, she’d been so thoughtless, how could she? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”

“I’m okay,” a little voice says. “I’m okay, Mom!”

 Addy sobs as she locates him under the silver platter, on his side, trapped. She throws the platter too hard, lodging it in the wall, and takes Daniel in her paws.  

“It’s okay, Princess Addy,” Daniel chirps at her. He’s a little older than her, just a few years, and he’s always trying to be strong. His eyes are wide (too wide), but he offers her a tremulous smile. “I’m okay.”

“Thank goodness,” Mrs. Potts says and her china clinks as she hops forward. 

Addy’s eyes lock on the horrible, huge chip in his rim. 

I did that.

She’s across the room before being aware of setting Daniel down, of standing, of leaping away.

“Princess,” Mrs. Potts says from her low, low position on the floor. “What–”

“Don’t call me that,” Addy grits out. Her huge body leans heavily against the door, making it groan, as she desperately tries to wrap her paw around the handle. She can’t stop looking at the chip, the proof of harm, the proof that something much worse can happen so easily. “Don’t call me– I’m not–I’m not the Princess. I’m the Beast.”

The door crashes open and she disappears.

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It’s weeks before the servants realize that she’s never going to answer to her name again. She no longer sleeps in her princess bed or attempts to wear her princess clothes. She wears pants scavenged from the servants’ quarters, tunics from her father’s closet, ties her mane back with twine instead of ornaments.

“Addy!” they call. “Princess Addy!”

The Beast doesn’t even know who that is.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader Locker-room Confessions


Request:
Could you maybe do a Reggie x reader where the reader is Jughead’s sister and she’s getting bullied by Chuck and Moose and he catches her crying in the locker room looking for Archie and comforts her and tells her nice stuff and compliments her and just fluff and cuteness.

A/N: This was my first request so I enjoyed it plenty, I hope you love it or least like it! It takes a while to get to the Reggie x Reader only because I wanted it to have a good storyline. 

Words: 1511

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Reader is Jughead’s sister and gets bullied and Reggie comes to the rescue. 

Spoilers: There may or may not be a kiss.

Warnings: Like three swear words.


Being Jughead’s sister was not easy at Riverdale High. Everyone questioned you for the small similarities and differences that you had with each other. You hung out mostly with Jughead’s friends since you grew up with them as well.  You were only a year apart in age, but not by grade level. Some even questioned you both if you were twins and Jug became tired of it, so he would claim you were fraternal twins. The high school caste system was not really in favor of you and your brother. You’re brother Jughead had it worse with The Goonies as he called them. He was “freak” to them because he was different than the testosterone filled, brainless guys at your school. Jug was the brooding writer, keeping to himself. You however would dress like him plenty of times, but you liked to try different styles and colors. You were usually the one they’d catch smiling more often. You just tried your best enjoy the hell hole that high school was especially in a small town.

During the weekend you had a sleepover with Veronica and Betty at Veronica’s house. You were mesmerized by the aesthetic of Veronica’s. There was something about big homes that you thoroughly enjoyed, since your family had a small house. You didn’t complain though, you were just happy your family was back together and your dad was getting his act together.

You were thankful for these friends that made Riverdale suck a little less. You had fun with them, as they helped you escape from life for a while when you hung out with them. Veronica was new, but it felt like you had known her all your life. It was now Sunday morning and you all had just eaten breakfast.

“Here you go” Veronica spoke up while you were hanging out in her room.

“What’s this?” You questioned her as you opened the gift bag and took a box out with the most mesmerizing sneaker wedges you had wanted when you guys went window shopping a week before.

Your eyes dilated, and a small smile was forming on your face until you looked up and spoke up “I- I- I can’t take these Ron.”

“Now why not? Those would look great on you with that crop top you bought, but never wore” Veronica declared.

“You would look amazing, (Y/N)” Betty budded in with a smile on her face.

“I just, you guys can’t keep buying me stuff, my parents, and I am not going to be your charity case” you declared with a sad look in your face.

“Oh c’mon you are not my charity case (Y/N/N), I simply bought the wrong size shoe and can’t return them” She retorted.

“Yeah, I was there they would not let her return them” Betty innocently added on the lie.

“You can’t return them?” You questioned Ron with hopeful eyes.

“Nope and now that I look at them they’re not really my style and I don’t want to see them go to waste” Veronica added on with a smirk on her face.

You thanked her, and promised to wear them on Monday, with some ripped skinny jeans and the crop top as you left her house to work your shift at Pops.

Monday came and you hesitated on the outfit, but you put it on anyway since you weren’t going to let down Ronnie, and weren’t going to let your money go to waste by never wearing the crop top.

You took a quick glance in the mirror and smiled confidently and walked out of your home to get to school.

As you arrived, you felt all eyes on you and it made you slightly uncomfortable until you caught a glimpse of Ronnie and Betty and walked towards them.
“Hey” you said shyly to the blonde and brunette.

They turned to look at you and you heard gasps coming out of their mouth with a wide eyes plastered on their faces.

“My god! (Y/N) you are gorgeous” Betty declared.

“The phoenix rises! (Y/N) you look hot!” Ronnie added on and you couldn’t help but cover your face and giggle as Kevin approached you three by the lockers.

He did a double take not believing it was you until he added to the compliments “Smokin’ (Y/N), if I weren’t gay you’d be on my list” as you all laughed at his words.

You all departed to your classes and plenty of people complimented you on your outfit.

It was the end of the day and you were at your locker, when The Goonies approached you in the empty hallway.

You just gave a huff closing your locker thinking you just might get catcalled, surprised though that Reggie was not with them. You remembered you actually hadn’t seen Reggie with them for a couple of days now.

The Goonies were surrounding you, you couldn’t escape them, and they trapped you against your locker.

Moose spoke up “Look at the ugly duckling thinking she is turning into a goose.”

“Yeah Goose” The other jocks repeated.

“Don’t you mean swan?” You retorted sarcastically.

“Whatever, besides you’d never be a swan” Moose scowled at you “I just wanted you to know that not even like that, no one will even look your way”

“I don’t know” Chuck added on “You’d be a good, onetime thing, don’t you think she’d like maple syrup?”  He spoke to the guys and he creepily caressed your cheek as you swapped his hand off your cheek.

“What do you think freak? Would you like a bit of Chuck in your life” he whispered in your ear.

“You’d really consider this piece of trash?” Moose spoke up

“The thing about trash is, you use it, and then when you’re done with it you throw it away” Chuck gave you a smirk as he turned to collect high fives from the guys and you took it as a chance to flee and go looking for Archie in the locker room to ask him to take you home, or ask him where Jughead was.

As you fled from The Goonies, you heard the collective laughter from the venom filled mouths as you tried to hold in your tears.

You arrived at the locker room and much to your dismay it was empty. You started hearing the rain from the outside and realized they probably cancelled practice.

You sat down in one of the benches and started sobbing, until you felt someone sit next you so you stopped and turned your attention to see who it was. 

“I am so sorry about those jerks” Reggie spoke up as he rubbed his thumbs up to cheeks to rid of the tears “They never did learn how to treat a lady” Reggie added.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him, confused as to why he was being so nice to you when he was the one that bullied your brother.

“I- I am” He stuttered as he grabbed you by the hand, not knowing what to say.

“Wow a speechless Reggie that’s new” you chuckled.

“I’m just really sorry about those assholes, I’ll take care of them though” He smiled at you.

“How?” You asked him.

“Well I am captain of the football team (Y/N)” He stated.

“Why would you help me though? They bullied me, and you bully my brother with them” You spoke up “What’s the difference?” you added on.

“(Y/N) I am really sorry about that, I regret ever being rude to Jughead, I really am” He said with disappointed look on his face.

“Why were you rude to Jug? Does this mean you are going to leave him alone? I noticed you haven’t been hanging out with the guys for a while now” You rambled on, not knowing how to react this soft side of Reggie.

“Um” he mumbled while scratching his head “I kind of have a crush on you” He spoke softly with a small smile on his face.

“What?” You gulped as he caught you by surprise.

“I promise to apologize to Jughead,  I know I was stupid for going down that route” He paused and spoke again “I’ll apologize, I swear, wo- woul- would you go out on a date with me? Please?” He proclaimed with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Only if you apologize to Jug” You smiled at him, surprised to seeing this vulnerable side to Reggie made him so much more handsome.

“Deal, Thank you, I will, I’ll also take care of the idiots who bullied you” Reggie proclaimed as he pulled you in for a hug.

As you two pulled away you started missing his tight hug until Reggie grabbed you by the chin and planted his lips on yours.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies and your lips were in sync with his.

“(Y/N) where are you? Moms going crazy, it is raining and you’re not answering your- uh- phone” Jughead interrupted your kiss with wide eyes and wide mouth plastered on his face and you couldn’t help but smile.

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The Right Direction [Yondu Udonta x Reader]

Originally posted by starkactual

Could I make a request? Soulmate AU with Yondu where you have a compass that leads to your soulmate. – Anon

So… I was meant to post the Doctor Strange one today, but I couldn’t not post this after I kinda let myself get a little bit obsessed with this here grumpy blue space dad. I hope it’s okay anon.

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WANNA ONE ♡ BF DOES MY MAKEUP CHALLENGE

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PART TWO — VOICE OVER CHALLENGE 

Scenario: You’re a rising fashion/beauty YouTuber and wanted to be basic film a ‘my bf does my makeup challenge” video.  

Yoon Jisung

  • Nags you on why you have so many eyeshadow palettes and says they’re all the same. 
  • Complains how you always drag him to Sephora/Target and majority of the time doesn’t buy anything
  • Mimics on how you over drench your face with setting spray and dies laughing 
  • “IM STRUGGLING TO MAKE YOU LOOK NICE AND YOU LAUGH AT ME??”
  • “You can’t blame me if it’s ugly. YOU WANTED ME TO DO THIS—”

Ha Sungwoon

  • Is really excited to film the video with you
  • Comments how he monitors your videos from time to time and praises your editing skills
  • Reveals how long you usually take and how you always keep him waiting
  • “She’s always asking me if her brows are on point… like of course I’m going to say yes no matter what.. especially if I’m starving—”
  • “Why are these names so sexual?? NARS Orgasm? TWO FACED BETTER THAN SEX MASCARA?? WHAT ARE YOU BUYING?!?”

Hwang Minhyun

  • Inspects the products and even reads over the ingredients
  • Takes the filming very seriously and asks you lots of questions on cruelty-free makeup
  • Constantly checks up if any of his actions are uncomfortable
  • “Hon, are these brushes clean? I’m going to go wash them real quick..”
  • “You’re using them on your face every day. Clean them more often… ”
  • “Stop buying so much makeup. You’re pretty without it too.”

Ong Seongwu

  • Starts to play around and acts as if he knows your entire routine
  • Hushes you when you try to give him tips on how to wing your liner
  • Copies how you swatch the shadows on your arm every time you take him to ULTA Beauty
  • “Gonna make you look ze SNATCHED” snaps his fingers and connects your brows together.
  • “MAKE SURE TO SUBSCRIBE TO ONG MUA FOR MORE BEAUTY AND GAGS. UNTIL NEXT TIME BYE!!”

Kim Jaehwan

  • Been laughing at the idea of him putting makeup on you ever since you brought it up
  • Says sorry in advance because he’s about to have the time of his life.
  • Dying on the outside as he smears your pink lip tint onto your cheeks thinking it’s blush
  • Accidentally pierces a finger through your favorite eyeshadow palette
  • “ahaHAHAHAHHAA HAAAAAHAHAHAHA” continues to dab purple and yellow eyeshadow
  • Purposely smothers your lipstick down to your chin. “OOPS my hand slipped SORRY AHAHA”

Kang Daniel

  • Pretty chill about filming the video with you.
  • Examines everything quickly and ends up making the entire table a mess
  • Is extremely smiley during the whole process and answers all of the subscriber questions in full detail
  • Okay, what is primer..” Smears it all over your forehead anyway.
  • “Babe, can we take a snack break? I’ll finish up after..”
  • “This is hard… can’t you just vlog us playing with the cats instead..”

Park Jihoon

  • Pretty shy but is calm and responsive when you ask questions
  • Praises how talented you are when it comes to makeup
  • Lets you know when he’s about to put something on
  • Tries to be very precise with everything and ends up getting really into it
  • “Ah dang it.. this doesn’t look too even.. where’s the makeup remover?”
  • “I think I put on the lashes pretty well don’t you think? It looks good!”

Park Woojin

  • Gets nervous once you introduce him and kind of becomes a stuttering mess.
  • You tell him to loosen up and he nods but continues to fidget with the mascara in his hand
  • Responds to you really fast as you ask him questions from your subscribers
  • “Fake eyelashes..? W-What if I stab your eye I cant—”
  • “At least the lipstick came out kind of okay..”

Bae Jinyoung

  • Kind of camera shy and holds your hand the entire time before the actual process
  • Questions why some of the products have weird names and what’s the purpose of each product
  • Accidentally spills some foundation on himself “Oh no..”
  • His actions are super cute and smiles every time you compliment him
  • “Am I doing this right? I don’t want to mess up your face though..” 
  • “Maybe we shouldn’t have done this..I’m sorry!!” 

Lee Daehwi

  • Watches all of your videos and is super confident on how you cake your face
  • Kind of nails down every product and even taps off the excess shadow
  • At this rate, he’s about to take over your YouTube channel with his newly found skills
  • “She’s always talking about glowing up so definitely gotta pack on that highlight—yES BABY YES LOOK AT THAT TRIPLE GLOW” 
  • “Oh my god, she freaking takes forever on her brows like 30 minutes. I’M NOT EVEN JOKING. I can do it in 5—babe let me do your eyebrows from now on.″

Lai Guanlin

  • Completely lost and doesn’t know where to start.
  • You give him hints here and there because he takes forever 
  • Over bakes your face with powder purposely and laughs hysterically
  • Basically, just smears everything onto your face and cracks up at the end
  • “This egg thing is a beauty blender?”
  • “This is kind of fun. Let’s do a part two.”  
  • “NO DON’T TAKE IT OFF!! Go out to dinner like this! I worked hard!”


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Expecting?

Expecting?
[Christian. When were you ready to expect?]

“Which one am I supposed to buy?” Christian grumbled into his phone in English, taking salvation in hoping that the old ahjussi working couldn’t understand him. There was nothing more embarrassing than standing in a convenient store in the middle of the night looking at the various pregnancy test.

“I don’t fucking know Christian” you groaned pacing back and forth in your living room. “I haven’t done this before-just get all of them.”

“All? There’s like thirty different brands. Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes Christian. Yes I have because SOMEBODY may have gotten me pregnant.”

“Chill. I got this” he sighed looking at the shelves “…Hmmm this should be fine right?” He shrugged, grabbing the more inexpensive of the brands and shoving it in the bottom of his basket. There was no way in hell he was going to leave this convenient store with only a pregnancy test in his basket. He grabbed chips, cookies, and drinks. Anything that’ll prolong the clerk from getting to the pregnancy test. “Babe, you want anythin?”

“Yes I want to not be pregnant”

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Writing Harry Potter fanfic without reinforcing unconscious antisemitism when you write goblins or Snape

Hi, I have a question about writing fanfic of source material with questionable/ offensive aspects. I’m writing Harry Potter fanfic and am unsure how best to deal with antisemitic undertones in both the goblins and in Snape (esp his physical appearance). I’m not jewish.

I tried researching goblins in general, and the approach I came up with so far is to remove the connection of the harry potter goblins with gold/ gringotts. In my fic they have other jobs, professions and roles besides that, and humans work alongside them in the bank. I got rid of negative descriptions like “swarthy”, untrustworthy etc, and while not really going indepth (they’re not the focus) hinted at them having their own culture not revolving around gold or treasure, but with their own traditional clothing and art.

I wonder if this is a good approach, if there are other things to be aware of or pitfalls to avoid. I’m not trying to portray goblin culture to resemble jewish culture in any way btw, but will rather have human jewish characters. 

The second thing I’m struggling with is Snape. I don’t think Rowling intended either him or the goblins this way, but he comes across as a negative jewish stereotype and I feel unsure of how to change this. Since he is such a central character, I feel less like I can completely disregard canon or make him unrecognizable. I also don’t feel like just changing his physical appearance would help at all? Doing that might only reinforce the idea that there’s something ‘wrong’ with his features. So far the only thing I could come up with is not to portray features like his hooked nose or oily hair in a negative way or as a sign of bad personality traits. I’m honestly at a loss though. – Sorry this got so long!

First of all, for anyone who isn’t aware of what OP is talking about, it’s not that JKR deliberately set out to poke us in the eye with her money-babysitting goblins and hook-nosed Snape. It’s built into English folklore this way, so much so that she most likely didn’t realize why her knee-jerk idea for what those characters should look like was informed by centuries-old garbage. So I’m not blaming her, and this is a warning that you don’t have to be deliberately racist to accidentally perpetuate harmful tropes.

Moving on to the answer: 

>> the approach I came up with so far is to remove the connection of the harry potter goblins with gold/ gringotts. In my fic they have other jobs, professions and roles besides that, and humans work alongside them in the bank

I have a question for you. Why was it easier to create entirely new goblin canon than distance them from Jewishness ? I mean, I don’t know about you, but even if goblins are upstanding citizens who save puppies and help old ladies cross the street on the daily, always do the dishes after every meal, and never misgender their friends, the word ‘goblin’ is not something commonly thought of as beautiful or heroic. It’s a GOBLIN. So if this were me I’d move in a “goblins are not Jews” direction instead of trying to turn them into ugly little heroes. (This is advice specifically for gentiles, by the way. I know several Jewish fans who like to try to reclaim, for example, Tolkien dwarves. It can be very validating–from within. And for people who aren’t me. :P )

Ways to distance goblins from Jewishness and anti-semitic tropes in general:

  • First of all, fix the noses. We as a society decided that having your nose turn down at the end makes someone monstrous and unhuman. Can we not? That’s just silly. So give the goblins either all kinds of noses including snub noses and pointy noses and uninteresting noses, or give them something totally inhuman like a Pinocchio nose.
  • If they follow polytheism in any way that’ll help drive them away from Jewishness. A goblin pantheon, etc.
  • Having human Jews in the story is the best way to make it clear your goblins aren’t Jews, IMO. Especially if they have the same “meh” reaction to them that the gentile human characters do.

I mean, trying to make them independently cool is not a bad goal, I’m just saying that it doesn’t necessarily make them seem less Jewish because let’s face it, tiny and ugly is one of the negative tropes about us even when we’re awesome and I just plain don’t want to feel ugly when I wake up in the morning!

>> will rather have human jewish characters.

GOOD :)

By the way, if this seems like way too much work – if you leave goblins out of your fanfic entirely the fact that JKR uses them won’t make your fanfic antisemitic. Does that make sense? Like, yes, the source material is problematic, but it’s also okay to completely ignore the goblins entirely within the scope of your fic. Unless you really need them there for plot reasons.

>>  Since he is such a central character, I feel less like I can completely disregard canon or make him unrecognizable. I also don’t feel like just changing his physical appearance would help at all? Doing that might only reinforce the idea that there’s something ‘wrong’ with his features. So far the only thing I could come up with is not to portray features like his hooked nose or oily hair in a negative way or as a sign of bad personality traits. I’m honestly at a loss though. 

The Snape answer is easier.

Don’t talk about those particular physical features. Does anyone reading HP fanfic not already know what Severus Snape looks like? There really isn’t a reason to mention his nose in a fanfic.

If you also show him being his usual douchecanoe self to Jewish students in addition to all the gentile MC’s, that would be cool–and another thing you could do is have him deliberately go out of his way to be a douche to a Jewish student in an antisemitic way like, if a muggle from a more observant background is ooked out about having to touch pig parts for a spell he could make fun of her and she could defend herself or one of the others could reassure her she’s okay and he’s just an ass to everyone. I mean that would make it super obvious he’s not us. But you don’t really have to do that.

~Shira

Friends Part 10 ( Final Part)

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1750

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You don’t know how much time you two spent kissing, the only thing you know is that you can feel the butterflies in your stomach and goosebumps on your skin. His metal hand is keeping you closer by your neck, making you shiver at the contact.

You don’t want this moment to ever end.

You rest your hands on his chest making sure that you aren’t touching any of the bruises on  his ribs, eventually you break the kiss needing to breathe “I love you, but it is late …you really should get upstairs eat something and get a good night of sleep.” He says worriedly caressing your face and kissing your forehead. You can feel that he doesn’t want to let you go at least not just yet and you feel the same way.

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Throwing my hat into mermay!


“I don’t think Bucky likes me,” Tony said quietly, watching a crab skitter over his toes.

Steve frowned, looking up from braiding some kelp together. “He likes you, he’s just… Ever since he was attacked by that sea monster, he’s been… suspicious.”

“We were basking and he almost drowned me, Steve,” Tony sighed, then bent down, hand dipping into the water to scoop up a starfish. He flipped it over to look at its mouth. “Not to mention all the times he decides I’ve been hogging you and just… takes you.”

“He’s getting better about that! And he didn’t mean to almost drown you. He didn’t know you couldn’t breathe underwater!” Steve insisted, and then scowled and smacked the brunet’s hand when he started poking lightly at the starfish’s mouth. “Quit it. You’re freaking it out.”

Tony obediently tossed the starfish back into the water, curling his toes into the sand. “If you say so, Steve.”

Steve sighed. “He is getting better.”

“I believe you,” Tony lied, shifting his feet so the sucker-marks that curled around the back of his left leg weren’t as visible.

Steve noticed anyway, and his face twisted into something terrible. “Tony—ACK!”

“Well,” Tony mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as the blond was yanked under the surface of the water. “At least the noise you make every time doesn’t stop being funny.”

It took several minutes, but eventually, Steve resurfaced. He lifted his hands to shove his wet hair out of his eyes and sighed loudly, annoyed. “Sorry. Bucky, say you’re sorry.”

Bucky surfaced so just his eyes were above the water. He glared at Tony suspiciously.

Say you’re sorry,” Steve repeated icily.

Bucky ducked back under the water before popping back out just long enough to blurt out, “Sorry, I guess.” Then he disappeared under the surface again, probably to sulk.

Steve made another annoyed sound and rolled his eyes, then looked up at Tony earnestly. “Listen, okay, we’re friends. I’m not going to stop being your friend just because Bucky gets jealous sometimes. Do you understand that?”

Tony curled his toes in the sand again, nodding. “Yeah.”

“I’m a person and I get to decide who I spend time with. And I wanna spend time with you.”

“Okay,” Tony agreed obediently. He stood. “Would you be offended if I said I have to go now? I have to get ready for a business trip.”

“No,” Steve answered, swimming closer to him. He put his hands on Tony’s shoulders, stretching up, and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “See you soon.”

“Yup,” Tony agreed. “Won’t be more than a week.”

“’kay.” Steve smiled at him before flopping backward into the water, splashing him.

Tony squealed, skittering backward. “Steve!

“Adorable,” Steve said, grinning at him, then yelped and ducked under the water when Tony threatened to throw a rock at him.

“Jerk!” Tony yelled at the water, but he was smiling.

Steve’s smiling face poked out of the water. “See you in a week!”


Bucky frowned. “Maybe his trip got extended. He said that happened sometimes.”

“Maybe,” Steve mumbled, laying his head on his arms.

Bucky sank in the water so just his eyes were visible, staring balefully at the rocky little cove where Tony always met them—met Steve, anyway. It was going on the third week.

Steve sat up suddenly, turning to scowl at him. “You really hurt him last time, you know?”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky muttered, more sincerely than he’d ever said it to Tony’s face. “I didn’t think I had him that tight. I’ll apologize when he comes back.”

Steve wasn’t finished. “He thinks you don’t like him!”

Bucky grimaced. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Tony, he just… he just didn’t know how to deal with humans. Especially when Tony had very blatantly stared at his left arm—he was already self-conscious about how it looked, he didn’t need someone judging him for it.

“I’ll apologize when he gets back. For real this time,” he snapped, then ducked under the water petulantly so he couldn’t hear what Steve said next. He curled his tentacles anxiously. He would apologize.


He wouldn’t apologize.

Bucky snarled as he crawled up the beach. Sand was getting in his suckers. He hated dry sand. It was itchy and gross. He was chafing. He hoped Steve appreciated what he was doing! And he hoped that Steve kicked Tony’s ass when he dragged him back down to the beach! Who the hell says ‘I’ll be back in a week’ and then just fucking leaves for six months?!

Tony’s house was locked up tight, but there were lights on.

Bucky muttered to himself and squeezed one of his tentacles through the keyhole, slapping around until the tip of it caught the deadbolt and unlocked it. He fell through the door with a yelp and dull ‘splat’ as his tentacles spread out to try and catch him but didn’t do it fast enough. “God fucking damn it.” He paused when he saw what looked like an aquarium nearby, emptied of fish and water. He sneered at it.

He’d barely crawled his way through the living room when he heard footsteps. He stopped, curling down into the floor, tentacles shifting and changing color to match the wood beneath him.

Tony came stumbling out of a hallway, wild-eyed. “Bucky?!”

Bucky would have asked how he knew it was him, but how many people with tentacles did Tony know? “You said you’d be back in a week,” he said accusingly. “Steve misses you.”

“I miss Steve,” Tony blurted out immediately, looking confused. “But—you should be happy. Because I’m not hogging him anymore? You don’t—you don’t like it when I spend time with Steve.”

…Maybe he would apologize anyway. But only for making Tony think Bucky didn’t like him, not for accidentally hurting him!

“It’s not that I don’t like you spending time with Steve,” Bucky told him icily, and did not expand that he was suspicious anytime Steve spent time away from him. “And anyway that doesn’t matter. He’s been waiting at the cove every week for six months to see you and what—you just couldn’t be bothered?!”

“I can’t,” Tony said, and if Bucky hadn’t been so angry he might have noticed the way the human’s eyes went round with fright.

“You can’t or you’re just tired of us? The novelty wore off of actually knowing mers?” he spat, and waved around at the human’s big ugly house. “What, are you looking for something new now? Something more interesting?”

Tony took a step back, hurt. “It’s not—I want to come see Steve-!”

“Good,” Bucky snapped, reaching out a tentacle to wrap around the brunet’s wrist. “If we leave now he’ll probably be there.”

Tony stumbled a few steps, clawing at the tentacle around his wrist. “No-! Bucky, I can’t—Let me go!”

“Do you know what all you’ve even put Steve through?!” Bucky asked, dragging him out the door and to the stairs carved into the rock leading down to the beach.

“Let me go, Bucky, I—” Tony shuddered as he heard the waves brushing up against the sand, tugging more insistently. “I can’t, I can’t—BUCKY I CAN’T!”

Bucky yelped as Tony tore his wrist free, falling forward, but he caught himself this time. He turned, frowning in confusion, and made a concerned noise when he saw Tony curled up on the ground. He shuffled over to him. Tony was trembling and making the same terrible noise that he’d made when Bucky hadn’t known he couldn’t breathe underwater, like he was drowning. But he couldn’t be drowning, they hadn’t even made it close to the water—

Tony gasped in a big breath, then went back to that terrible wheezing noise.

Bucky began wrapping his tentacles around the man, trying to uncurl him. “Tony, you need to breathe!”

“I can’t-!” Tony choked out, tears clinging to his lashes. “I can’t.

Bucky got the unsettling feeling that Tony wasn’t just talking about being able to breathe.


“They… drowned him?” Steve asked, brows furrowed together in confusion. “But you said he was still alive.”

Bucky held his hands out helplessly. He didn’t really understand the explanation he’d been given. “They drowned him but they made him breathe again afterward?”

“That’s horrifying.”

“Yeah, well,” Bucky muttered, crossing his arms with a scowl. “I guess they only had him for three months. He tried coming down after he got home because he knew you’d be worried but as soon as he saw the water he… like an anemone, when you scare them? Just—” He gripped his hands together into a ball. “—Schlp. There he went. He did that when I was trying to bring him down.”

Steve’s lips moved silently, copying the noise Bucky had made. “I never would have described anemones like that but okay.”

“You know what I meant,” Bucky snapped.

“Okay, but, how am I supposed to see him if he won’t come down?” Steve asked, frowning, and crossed his arms. “I’m glad he’s okay. …Ish. But I’d still like to see it with my own eyes.”

Bucky did not say that seeing him with his own eyes probably wouldn’t help him decide that Tony was okay. Instead, he silently held up the three buckets he’d dragged down the stairs with him.

“…What… what are you even planning with this?” Steve asked suspiciously. “You’re not gonna try to carry me, are you?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I can’t carry you; we’ll both fall down the stairs. But I can keep you wet. Do you think you can make it up the stairs?”

Steve turned to squint at the carved stone steps. “…If you keep me wet enough, I should be able to.” He yelped when Bucky immediately threw one of the buckets of water on him. “I’M NOT OUT OF THE WATER YET YOU ASSHOLE.”

“I’m practicing.”

Steve was tempted to tackle him into the sand because he knew how much Bucky hated getting sand in his tentacles but he was too worried about Tony to follow through.


“Oh,” Tony said, hopeful and sad all at once.

Steve looked up from where he was sprawled out on the wood floor in a large puddle. “Sorry about your floor.”

“What are you—That’s not going to be comfortable!” Tony exclaimed when he noticed Bucky dumping a bucket of water into the empty aquarium.

“Well he’s gotta stay wet somehow,” Bucky reasoned. Steve wasn’t like Bucky, who could do well out of water for a time because of his slimy mucus. His scales and gills dried out. His chest was already heaving with effort.

“What happened to your wrist?” Steve asked, concerned.

Tony moved to hide his wrist behind his back, then stopped. It was too late anyway. He looked down at his wrist, frowning, and rubbed the bruises from Bucky’s suckers gently. “Bucky was trying to take me to see you. I—I panicked. I couldn’t get the right words out and I couldn’t say the right thing. So I just. Um. Yanked.”

Steve held his hands out and made a quiet noise when the brunet obediently offered him his arm, thumb trailing over the little round bruises. “Ouch.”

“It didn’t hurt that bad,” Tony insisted.

“Yeah, because you were a little busy trying to breathe,” Bucky muttered.

“ACK!” Steve exclaimed when Bucky’s tentacles wrapped around him and lifted him off the floor.

Tony couldn’t help a smile. “That’s never not going to be funny.”

Steve yelped as he was dropped into the aquarium. It was true—it wasn’t comfortable. His tail curled up at the end awkwardly and the glass dug in under his armpits. Still, he already felt better with his tail submerged, and he felt almost normal when he splashed water on his gills. He accepted the bucket Bucky handed him and shoved his head into it, taking a few deep breaths so he could wet the insides of his gills as well.

When he pulled his head back out, he saw Tony hadn’t moved, and was instead chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “…Even this amount of water bothers you?” Steve asked sadly.

“I can’t, um—I can’t even shower,” Tony admitted quietly, shoulders hunching with shame. “I just. Use a damp washcloth. To get clean.”

“It’s not your fault they made you fear the water,” Steve insisted when the brunet’s shoulders hunched even more.

Bucky couldn’t help but curl a tentacle over Tony’s shoulders, he looked so sad. “Yeah, that’s on them. Any human would be afraid of the water after drowning.” When the human didn’t look convinced, he grumbled and muscled him down to coil the rest of his tentacles around him.

Tony let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “I’ve seen porn like this.”

“Well, if you want me to fuck you with my sperm tentacle, you have to say please.” Bucky smirked when the human choked. “And then don’t be mad about the mess. I know Steve was mad the first time I came in him.”

“It was slimy and everywhere!” Steve exclaimed indignantly. “And inky. Oh my God. You stained my scales. The other mers laughed at me all week!”

Tony giggled again, flustered. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t laugh!” Steve whined. “This asshole wasn’t even sorry!”

“Why would I be sorry? Everyone could see that you were mine.” Bucky loosened up his hold on Tony when he felt him relaxing. “Plus it’s not like I’m the filthy one here. You’re the one that asked me to ink on your face while we were above water.”

“Shut up!” Steve shrieked, flushing pink, and shoved his head back into the bucket.

“He’s just embarrassed because he doesn’t want you to think he’s a deviant,” Bucky whispered, smirking.

Tony tilted his head. “Is he? A deviant, I mean.”

“Well, octo- or squid-mers and fish-mers are kind of odd couples. We’ve been more accepted in recent years,” Bucky added thoughtfully. “The older folks might think he’s deviant. I don’t know why. Who would willingly pass up tentacles? I can have one in his mouth, one wrapped around his dick, and another inside his—”

“Yup,” Tony cut in quickly, squirming. “I can see how the older generation would find that deviant.”

Bucky looked at one of his tentacles, twisting it this way and that. “Also the texture is way different than a dick. It’s squishy. I mean, I squeezed it through your keyhole.”

“Yeah, I saw the video, that was kinda gross not gonna lie.”

Steve lifted his head from the bucket. “Yeah, it takes a little getting used to, but Bucky’s really good with them.”

Tony buried his face in his hands. “Can we talk about literally anything else because I didn’t actually plan for that to be anything but a joke.”

“A shame,” Bucky sighed. “But if you ever change your mind—”

“I’ll let you know,” Tony squeaked, cutting him off.


They eventually got Tony to be willing to come close to the aquarium after a couple weeks. But that might have mostly been because it took Bucky a hell of a lot more effort to carry a fresh bucket of water to Steve to breathe through.

“I’ll probably never be able to approach the waterline again,” Tony admitted miserably instead of accepting their praise. “Just thinking about it—”

“Hey, no, that’s fine,” Steve hurried to say. “You bought a bigger tank just for me. I don’t mind coming up here. Especially since you rigged that basket so we don’t have to climb the stairs anymore.”

“Not that Steve actually minded the stairs,” Bucky added in a drawl. “‘Buck, look at my triceps! Buck, look at my shoulders!’ I wanted to push him down the stairs but he would have just crawled back up saying ‘extra reps!’”

Steve stared at him, disappointed. “Why must you constantly embarrass me in front of Tony?”

“I think your biceps are amazing, Steve,” Tony offered.

Steve pointed in Bucky’s face smugly. “HA.”

“Don’t encourage him!” Bucky exclaimed, betrayed. “I have to go home with this guy! I hear enough of him being a smug asshole without you helping!”

“…I find it hard to believe that you are not also a smug asshole,” Tony said after thinking it over. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be friends.”

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it thoughtfully. “…Well. You’re not wrong, I suppose.”

“The sex is good too,” Steve added helpfully. “I’d stay for the sex.”

Tony snorted. “A ringing endorsement.”

Steve hummed, smiling, and ducked his face into the bucket to wet his gills before he sat back up. “Would you ever get in the aquarium with me?”

Tony’s grip immediately tightened around the glass, knuckles going white. He closed his eyes, visibly trying to ground himself as his breath caught in his throat. Steve would have touched his hand, but he was wet and he didn’t want to make it worse for Tony.

Bucky frowned, concerned. “Hey, you don’t have to get into the aquarium. Steve was just wondering. I mean you made really good progress already, you can stand next to it!”

“I just… I really miss hugging you, is all,” Steve admitted quietly.

Tony’s hands were shaking, but he eventually wheezed out, “I can try.”

When Tony curled up on the ground trying to wheeze in a breath after trying, Bucky’s tentacles curled around him, Steve gaped at him. “I didn’t believe you.”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me about this?!” Bucky snapped.

Steve curled his hands into a ball. “Schlp. There he went.”

Bucky’s lips twitched with the want to smile, but this was really not the time to laugh.


Tony did eventually get in the tank with him. There was barely enough water to keep Steve’s tail damp, but Tony was already shaking when Steve wrapped his arms around him, so he didn’t say anything. He’d missed this—Tony always felt perfect in his arms. He ignored how slight and fragile Tony felt, ignored the thought that maybe Tony didn’t eat enough or was so anxious all the time living by the ocean that he could hardly keep food down. Instead he curled his arms tighter around him and lifted his tail so Tony’s pants stopped soaking up the minuscule amounts of water, so he’d stay drier.

“’m sorry,” Tony mumbled into his shoulder. “I used to be able to swim. Now I can barely sit in an inch of water.”

Bucky curled his tentacles over the side of the tank. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault that other people hurt you.”

Steve stroked a hand through his hair. “Besides, this is fine. I… was starting to think I might never see you again.” He pressed his nose into Tony’s hair and took a deep whiff. He still smelled the same, human scents that Steve couldn’t name that made up a scent purely Tony. “I don’t know what I thought had happened to you, to be honest.”

“Whatever you think of will probably never be as bad as what actually happened,” Tony croaked, shivering.

No, Steve and Bucky agreed silently. They supposed not.


They got Tony up to three inches of water. He still trembled with fear, but seemed to do alright if he was clutching onto Steve or if Bucky had his tentacles wrapped around him.

“You know we’d never let anything happen to you, right?” Bucky asked one night. “I know I was an asshole when we first met—I didn’t know you couldn’t breathe underwater. But after I learned that you couldn’t, I wouldn’t have let you drown.”

“Yeah, you’d just grip him too tight,” Steve muttered into Tony’s shoulder. The bruises around his wrist had healed, but here were still some vaguely sucker-shaped prints on the back of his left leg.

Bucky glared at him. “What if I just wrapped one of my tentacles around your neck?”

Tony giggled just a touch hysterically. “It’s hard to focus on being scared when you two are bickering like an old married couple.”

“We wouldn’t survive marriage,” Bucky said. “Or, well. Steve wouldn’t survive marriage. Because I’d murder him.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t murder you, huh?!” Steve exclaimed, clutching Tony tighter. “Tony could be my new husband then!”

Bucky scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Steve. I’ve seen the way he looks at my tentacles—”

“—With terror?”

“—With curiosity,” the brunet added, glaring at him. “I bet he’d love to have my tentacles in him. Besides, I can survive longer out of the water than you.”

Steve scoffed back at him. “Please. Tony could make a nice big tank for me. And even if he didn’t, I’d figure something out.” He gave the human a pat on the butt, making him squeak in surprise. “My husband would need me, after all.”

“You guys are too much,” Tony giggled, hiding his face in Steve’s neck.

“I think we’re just enough,” Steve teased, smiling, because the brunet had stopped trembling as much. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll let you know when I’m going to kill Bucky so you can at least say goodbye.”

“What!” Bucky squawked indignantly.

Steve tilted his head. “Although you really should try out the tentacles at least once before he dies. It is certainly something.”

“Listen you piece of shit,” Bucky began, crawling up the side of the tank and looming over the blond. “If anyone is getting murdered here it’s gonna be you for your smart mouth!”

“Boop,” Steve said, poking his nose, because he was ridiculously unafraid of everything.

Bucky snarled. “Steve!

Tony threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Even though he really missed the sound Steve made every time Bucky yanked him under the surface out of jealousy, he much preferred this bickering to Bucky mulishly glaring at him from under the water.

“That’s it,” Bucky snapped, and then Tony yelped as a pair of tentacles wrapped under his arms and lifted him from the tank. “This is mine now.”

“Noooo Bucky come on!” Steve whined, making grabby hands.

Bucky dumped an empty bucket onto his head with a clang.

“ACK!”

Tony laughed again. “I missed that noise.”

“I will make sure he makes that noise often,” Bucky promised, cradling the brunet in his tentacles. He smiled smugly at Steve when the blond pushed the bucket up and glared at him balefully. “It’s the same one he made when I first penetrated him.”

Steve slung the bucket at Bucky’s head with an angry screech. “Stop embarrassing me!

Bucky tipped backward from the force, stunned. “Ow! What the fuck, Steve?!

Steve reached out to try and grab Tony back. “He was mine first!”

“Hey!” Tony laughed as he was tugged up against the tank, but Bucky’s tentacle around his waist held fast. “Come on, I’m a person! I only belong to me!”

“…No,” Steve and Bucky told him, then began tugging again.

Tony squawked, then went back to laughing. “You guys are impossible!”

“Tenacious,” Steve corrected, giving a mighty tug that brought his feet up off the ground.

“Yeah, that,” Bucky agreed, then jerked back, more tentacles flying up to wrap around Tony for a better grip.

The squabble eventually ended with Steve and Bucky violently making-out in the tank. Tony clutched his chest because those kisses looked like they hurt.


(They did hurt, but just the right amount, he learned later.)

Daydreaming

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a superstar actor in Hollywood, and the reader works as a photographer for an upscale fashion and pop culture magazine. One day, she is assigned to take photographs of Bucky to promote his upcoming movie, but her schoolgirl crush on Mr. Barnes proves to be a problem.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3,547

Warnings: Smut (a little bit of D/S undertones, unprotected sex. Don’t get pregnant or catch STI’s,kids). Also some fluff, it’s not 100% smut.

A/N: This is my submission for Kait’s (@bionic-buckyb) 5k AU challenge! My prompt was “Model/Photographer”. Hope you enjoy! (also if anyone can guess what reference I’m making with the fake movie title I put in this fic, you get brownie points!)

Originally posted by little--batman



Another day, another photoshoot in the studio with some rude celebrity who thinks they’re better than you.

You sigh, shuffling over to the strobe to make sure it’s synced properly to your camera. With a quick press of your shutter button, the light goes off, and you’re satisfied that everything is set up perfectly for today’s shoot. Your contentment doesn’t last long, though; the thought of having to deal with another snobby subject clouds your brain. Sure, the concept of meeting celebrities every day at your job seemed cool, but once you got used to it, you realized that they’re all just regular people. There was hardly anything special about anyone you met, aside from the few who were very nice and complimented how good you made them look with your camera.

“Oh, wonderful, you’re all set up!” Michael, the fashion consultant and your bosses’ assistant, bursts through the studio doors. “James will be here in a second. I want you to make him look SO sexy in these photos, got it, Y/N? Carol needs to be proud of our work when she’s back from vacation.”

You shake your head and give him the slightest pathetic smile you can. “I can’t make someone sexy if they already have an ugly face, Michael. Now which James are we talking about?”

“James Barnes?” Michael looks shocked, his eyes widening as he says the name. “For his new movie, ‘Farewell, Atlantis’?”

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Take Me Away (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine being an inmate in Arkham Asylum and seducing your new blue-eyed doctor to help you escape.”

Requested by @arkhamstates: “Can you write an au where the joker is the reader’s psychiatrist in Arkham asylum? (or any other thing, just the joker is the good guy and the reader is the bad guy xD)

Warnings: Minor violence.


Arkham Asylum.

How does someone describe such a place? The view that you had from your small bared window was horrible. The food was disgusting and mushy. The beds were hard and uncomfortable. Not to mention that the guards were assholes.

You rocked back and forth in your chair, your arms were restrained in the tight material of the straight jacket that you had been forced into. The rain pounded against the windows and walls as you patiently waited. You could hear the voices from the other side of the door and then the door opened. You expected to see the ugly face of your doctor, but you were pleasantly surprised.

“Sorry for the wait.”

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Request: could you please write a siriusxreader where he and james have the habit to take the cloak and stay up late in the commom room making bets about the couples making out and one night they caught their best friend, the reader, making out with a guy and she heard them and leave with the guy to her dorm and sirius stops talking to her and you can finish how you want?

“Guess we’ll have a boring night.” – Sirius said, sitting under the invisibility cloak with James. – “I can’t believe there’s not a single…” – But he stopped suddenly, when the portrait hole just opened up. He almost jumped up to greet Y/N, but then he saw a guy behind her, hand in hand, leading him into the common room.

“That was close.” – He breathed out as they plopped down on the couch. – “I thought Filch is going to murder us.”

“No, he’d prefer to torture us first, haven’t you heard that from him before?” – She giggled and rolled her eyes.

Rhys leaned closer and put his hand on her thigh. “Well, usually I’m not getting into any troubles… like you.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” – She replied with her most innocent face, looking up at him before he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her so passionately and deeply she had to lean back on the couch immediately.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ heart was beating in his ears and felt he could just go and rip the bloke apart – but more and more he saw he just really wanted to leave. He couldn’t watch this anymore. “I want to go.” – He almost jumped up, but James grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the ground just in time, while he was still under the cloak.

“What was that?” – Y/N asked suddenly, breaking the kiss while Rhys rested his hand under her skirt.

“I haven’t heard anything.” – He said quickly, in the attempt to continue what he started. A few seconds later she heard something again – and now she was sure. James and Sirius doing that again.

Anger filled her immediately; she always told them it’s a terrible thing to do, but knowing that her best friends sneaking up on her to…

She jumped up suddenly, taking the boy’s hand. “Come to my dorm. It’s more private there, you know.” – She said loudly, glancing on the corner where she heard the noises before. Rhys shot a half grin at her before they both left.


“It’s nice to actually see you!” – Y/N yelled after she arrived to the Great Hall, sitting down next to Sirius. James looked at her almost scared, knowing she’d easily hex him. – “You really are both huge prats, you know that?”

“Sorry! We didn’t know you had a date.” – James said desperately.

She looked at him across the table with a furious face. “You shouldn’t do this at all! There’s privacy, you know!” – She said loudly, trying to not shout. – “And what if I wouldn’t hear you? Then you just sit there, watching me having sex on the couch with Rhys?”

Sirius shifted in his chair, but still stayed in silence.

“No! We usually leave when that part comes.” – James said in a low voice, causing her to roll her eyes. – “Look, I’m really sorry.”

She sighed, shaking her head before she turned to Sirius. “And you have nothing to say?”

“Not really.” – He answered shortly, now even bothering to look into her eyes before he stood up, grabbed her backpack and left the Great Hall. Y/N was so shocked she couldn’t even speak for a long minute.

“What’s gotten into him?” – She asked James, but he just shrugged, looking at his plate, carefully avoiding her gaze. She shrugged too; she get used to Sirius’ mood swings by now. Besides, she was still angry with the boys for what they did.

But hours passed and he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t even sit next to her at classes, when she asked something he didn’t even hear – or just acted like he haven’t. At the end of the day, after dinner, she stopped him in front of the Fat Lady, not bearing his strange and annoying behaviour anymore.

“Sirius, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” – He said, ready to leave her, but she grabbed his arm.

“Really? Because it seems to me you’re angry with me since this morning. Or yesterday night.”

The memory made him angry immediately. “Well, sorry, it wasn’t a pleasant sight for my eyes to see your sweet Rhys running his hands all over you.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to understand the situation. “Why is that bothering you, actually?”

“It isn’t! I just… I thought you’re not one of those girls.”

Her eyes widened in anger. “One of those girls?! You mean like those girls whom you like so much, right? Those who let you in your bed so easily? Because I don’t remember I’ve ever heard you complain about them.” – Sirius opened his mouth, but she continued quickly. – “And I’ve never complained either about them.”

“That’s completely different! And why would you complain? It’s none of your business.”

Her jaw dropped. “Do you even hear yourself?” Yes, that’s not my business, just as it isn’t yours what I do with other guys!” – She shouted, causing several paintings to hiss at them. – “Or you’re the only one who can sleep around?  Using girls to make yourself better and forget about bad things? To feel yourself not so lonely sometimes?”

As she stopped and Sirius’ eyes darkened, she knew she crossed a line, but before she could’ve said something, he spoke up in a low voice. “Fuck you, Y/N. Oh, I forget somebody already done that.” – He said before he left, stepping through the portrait hole. She went after him, seriously considering to curse or hex him from behind, or at least shouting something to him, but by the time she was inside, Sirius was out of her sight.

She plopped down next to James, tears choking her and face red from the anger. “What happened?” – James asked, eyebrows furrowed.

She took several deep breaths before she could speak without crying. “Your friend angry with me, because… I don’t even know! He’s an idiot.”

James exhaled slowly. “You seriously don’t know why he’s angry with you?”

“Well, he’s because he thinks I slept with Rhys. But other than that… it’s none of his business. He shouldn’t be angry with me because of that!”

“Yes, but… wait, did you say he thinks? So you didn’t… you know.”

Y/N shot an angry look at him. “Not like it matters, but no. I was too angry after I realized you saw me.” – And I like someone else anyway, she thought.

“And what the guy said?”

She shrugged. – “He was furious and left. He was an asshole, actually.”

James adjusted his glasses and sat closer to Y/N. “Listen. You should talk to Sirius.”

“Sure, I will! After he apologized.” – She remembered something then, and after she ran her fingers through her hair, she sighed. – “But that’s probably not going to happen. I said ugly things to him too.”

“I’m sure you can…” – He started, but she cut him off.

“But he started this! It was his fault, right?”

“Talk to him.” – James said slowly.

“After he apologized.” – Y/N said again, leaving her friend on the common room who rolled his eyes at her. She knew, very well that Sirius too proud and stubborn to say sorry first. The only problem is that she was the same.


And they managed to spend four days without talking each other. It was only sarcastic comments or judging looks and short, sad glances when the other hasn’t noticed.

Until they went to Hogsmeade together and the other left them alone at a table; James, Remus and Peter went to another round of butterbeer while Lily and Marlene went to the loo, but curiously, none of them returned.

After ten minutes of awkward silence Sirius emptied his glass and jumped up. “I go and kill them.”

But Y/N grabbed his arm. “Can’t we talk?” – She had no idea why she said this, maybe the firewhisky, maybe the last four days were too much without him, but she wanted to talk. Sirius looked down at her for a long moment before he slowly sat back down, said nothing, but watching her carefully. – “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… what I said.”

He just nodded slowly, so she quickly folded her arms and raised her voice. – “But I’m still angry with you, you know. You were…”

“An asshole, yes, I know.” – He leaned back on his chair and took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry for sneaking up on you and for everything I said after that. I… it’s really not my business what are you doing.” – He only looked into her eyes at the end, and she could see the honest regret and sadness in the depth of his pupils. But she only nodded as well.

“So are you and Robbie or Rick or something still dating?” – Sirius asked, avoiding he gaze again, looking into his empty glass.

She sighed. “No. We haven’t… nothing happened.”

“Oh.” – He said in surprise. – “Why? I mean… only if you wanna talk about it.” – He added quickly, seeing a flick of anger on her again.

She looked into his eyes for a long moment. Mostly because of you, she was thinking, but just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But he didn’t hurt you, did he? I just learnt a new hex and I’d gladly test on him.”

She laughed. “There’s no need for that.”

Seeing her laughing reminded him why he was so furious on that night in the common room. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. But I still don’t understand why you were so angry with me.”

“Because…” – He stopped for a second, thinking about if he should lie or not, but the words escaped him before he could’ve think through properly. – “I like you.”

She raised her eyebrows. – “Well, I hoped that after long years of friendship you like me.”

And there was the perfect excuse; he could lie so easily, but this time he wasn’t able to do it. – “No, I mean… it’s a bit more than friendship… for my part. Or a lot more than that.”

Her lips parted and looked at him shocked before a short laugh burst out from her. “Are you serious?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I am Sirius, Y/N, but we talked about this.”

Her face was still amused, but her voice was low. “Why haven’t you… you know, asked me out?”

“Would you have said yes?” – He asked in disbelief.  

“Yes.” – She laughed again, seeing his shocked reaction.

Sirius tilted his head back and growled before he looked back at her, staring for a few seconds. She was still grinning, and it made him smile too. “So, now that we cleared that we were both blinds and idiots, will you go out with me?”

She pouted, which turned into a smile soon. “I don’t know, you just called me an idiot.” – Sirius let out a tired sigh, so she continued. – “Of course I’ll go out with you, you dolt.”

Y/N could see a strange expression on his face, though it wasn’t bad, it was some kind of wonder. He sat closer to her and turned his voice down. “Can I kiss you?” – Her eyes widened after the question and fell silence. – “What? I mean, it’s okay if not…”

“No, just, I’d never in my wildest dream thought you’re the type who ask this question.”

“You see, me neither.” – He said, leaning closer with every sentence. – “I don’t think I’ve ever asked this.”

She giggled once more before closed the gap between them, pressing a soft and slow kiss on his lips.


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All I Had - Part 2

Summary: Savitar kidnaps reader because in the future she was his lover, she was there for him when everyone rejected him. However, she died and now he’s in the present seeking revenge from the team while finding a way to be with her again.

Pairings: Savitar!Barry x reader

Word count: 1754

A/N: Hi guys! The much requested part 2 is finally here. You gave me a lot of suggestions and ideas and I’m trying to incorporate them through the story to make it something enjoyable to all of us! I’m not sure if you’ll like this part as much as the first one, but I really hope you do. Also, this one has a lot of dialogue oops. But anyway, I’d love to hear your opinions, they mean a lot to me x

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“Buried” (Chapter Eight)

Welcome Back! So this chapter is rough. Tempers are short and our boys have their first real argument and it gets ugly. Fortunately, it’s also the first time they are both open and honest with each other afterwards. Shitty fight=big step forward for them!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

It feels weird to say “Enjoy” for this chapter so um… buckle up?

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Day Three in the Forest

The day was shit.

Tony’s feet hurt, and his back hurt and his legs hurt and Jesus Christ the bug spray had stopped working almost immediately after putting it on and he was sure he was bit half way to hell.

Another night crammed in a one man tent with Steve– okay, no, actually that hadn’t been all that bad, and Tony’s lips lifted in a reluctant smile remembering the feel of Steve’s beard against his skin. Not that he was into beards at all. Not at all. And even after his pseudo bath in the river the day before, they were still two grown men in the middle of a jungle sweating through layers of clothing and ineffective bug spray, so they didn’t smell good at all. Not at all. And yet, Tony hadn’t thought to complain as they lay pressed up against each other, trying to touch as little as possible but neither one moving away when they did. He hadn’t wanted to say anything when Steve ended up wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.

And when he had woken up and felt Steve, hard and thick, digging into him– well, it hadn’t even crossed his mind to complain about that. Not at all.

Alright, so that wasn’t all that terrible, but the rest of the day was shit.

They were both cranky and irritable and needing a break from each other and from hiking and the constant stress of looking over their shoulders every three seconds and avoiding the water. They kept switching between eye-stripping each other and then getting under each others skin with thinly veiled insults, and then something would switch all over again and Steve would be looking at him with something beautiful and terrifying in those dark blue eyes and Tony would be stammering and looking away and searching for something sarcastic to change the moment.

The terrain had been gradually getting steeper as the day went on and Tony remembered with a groan the mountain that he could always barely see from camp. Not a huge mountain by any stretch of the imagination, more of a large hill, but after three days on their feet and smaller than usual portions of food and water as well as the added stress of just being around each other, each step seemed like a marathon and by the time they broke for lunch, Tony’s temper was near breaking as well.

He kept telling himself that Steve’s feet hurt way worse than his, that Steve was carrying a bigger bag than him, that Steve was stressed out being the one carrying the guns but–but– damn it Tony was exhausted.

“Right here. Let’s break right here.” were the first words Steve had said all day, dropping his pack and basically collapsing on to the ground, his back against a tree. “Not too long though, we’ve got to get up and over this mountain if we want to make the village by tomorrow. Too risky to get to the river at all, so conserve your water.”

“Wonderful.” Tony slumped down against his own tree and pulled the last of his protein bars from his bag. “More mountain climbing, no river to at least look at, just miles of green. I’ve never hated this color so much in my life.”

Steve made an agreeable grunt as he ate his own bit of food, and they sat in silence again for the few moments they had of rest.

“Will you tell me–” Tony swallowed and took a quick sip. “The students that died? Did you know them?”

“Yeah.” Steve said shortly, pouring a little water in his hands to smooth down his hair and rubbing irritably at his beard.

“Who were they?” Tony asked, bracing himself to hear their names. It had been bugging him the entire time, seeing their bodies and not knowing their names. When he got back to New York he was going to personally pay to get them home and laid to rest because no one deserved to–

“It doesn’t matter.” Steve shrugged and Tony’s mouth dropped.

“It doesn’t matter? It absolutely matters who they were!”

“It really doesn’t.” Steve crumpled up his trash, tucking it carefully in a pouch so they didn’t leave any trace of being there. “Leave it alone.”

“Are you serious?” Tony’s voice rose and Steve sent him an annoyed look. “Steve, they are people. How can you say it doesn’t matter?”

“They were people, Tony. They aren’t anymore. What good would knowing their names do for you besides stress you out? Leave it alone.”

“Jesus.” Tony swore and jumped to his feet. “Look at you. Students– young people– died because of some asshole you trusted and you’re saying they aren’t people? They deserve to be remembered, damn it. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you that heartless? All these years as a mercenary just ruined you, huh?”

“You’re tired and emotional.” Steve waved him off. “We aren’t talking about this right now.”

“Tired and emotional.” Tony repeated. “No. No, I want you to tell me right now why you don’t think those kids deserve to be named. Why would you even say something like—”

“Because I’ve seen people die. Lots and lots of people die, over and over, Tony.” Steve shook his head. “And remembering their names didn’t do anything except give me nightmares. I’ve seen way too much to try and put a name to every face. Once they are gone, they are just gone. And if I see it any other way then I can’t do my job. They are just bodies.”

“Man.” Tony stared at him. “You make a great mercenary, don’t you, Captain?”

Dark blue eyes flashed with something unreadable. “Yeah, I really do.”

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Just A Distraction.

Summary: You’re madly in love with Bucky, but he doesn’t seem to take the hint, seeing as he has a new woman every month. You decide to go on a date on your own, that ends horribly, and Bucky is there to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied smut, mentions of assault.

Originally posted by vivalaplutoh

As if coming home at 10PM after your horribly failed date wasn’t humiliating enough, Bucky just had to be sitting on the couch with his new fling of the month, his tongue down her throat, it was almost a punch to my gut. It was almost like he just knew it was going to end badly, and he was just rubbing it in my face. I’ve always had a thing for Bucky, and by thing I mean desperately in love with him. I don’t know if he knows it and is teasing me, or if he honestly doesn’t know or just doesn’t care. It’s not like I’ve told him or anything. My date had gotten handsy with me, and I don’t mean hand on the lower back, gentle caresses type of handsy, no, THAT is welcome. Tonight, this guy groped my ass, and managed to drag his thumbs under my right breast. Needless to say, he left the restaurant with a broken hand and a bloody nose. So, as you can imagine I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone, I was pissed because some bastard felt he had the right to put his hands on me inappropriately and then just to come home and see the man I’m desperately in love with with his tongue down some random ass bitches throat.

Walking through the living room, Sam is sitting on the kitchenette with a bottle of beer in front of him, and his cell phone in one hand.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How’d it go…” Half way through his sentence, he’s shot a ‘shut the fuck up’ look. He gulps, taking a sip of his beer.

“So, not good huh?” I plop next to him, taking his beer from him and downing the rest of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bucky looking up towards us from the back of the couch, his plaything sitting in his lap.

“Fucker thought he could put his hands on me.” I rest both elbows on the counter, with my head between them, hands supporting it. Sam turns to face me, suddenly interested.

“Wait, wait, wait. He put his hands on you?”

“Yeah. Grabbed my ass and somehow managed to graze my breast.” Sam scoffs.

“Did ya give him what for?”

“Broke his hand and gave him a bloody nose. Motherfucker doesn’t get to touch me like that.”

“What do you mean he touched you?” Taken aback by the sudden voice behind me, I turn to see Bucky standing just inches behind me. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to sneak up on me, not even Nat can.

“I mean exactly what I said, James. He touched me and I broke his fucking hand.” I’m honestly not in the mood to see his perfect fucking face.

He gulps, anger evident in his eyes.

“Did he hurt you?” He casts his eyes down to the ground, like he’s trying to contain his anger.

“What does it matter Bucky, I’m pretty su-”

“Did. He. Hurt. You.” His tone is something I don’t want to mess with.

“No, Barnes. He didn’t. Why do you care anyway? You have your new fuck toy of the month, why don’t you go spend time with her.” Standing up, I push past him and into the living room. The whore looks at me, a smirk on her ugly face, and today I’m just not having it.

“What the fuck are you looking at, tramp?” I don’t give her a chance to reply, she wouldn’t stand a chance against me anyway. Heading to the elevators, I press the button, waiting for them to open. When they do, I’m met with Steve, looking down on his phone. He looks up when he sees me, and he obviously knows somethings wrong. He’s always been able to know when something is bothering me.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He puts his phone in his pocket and his eyes soften. I run into his arms, finally letting my tears flow. He wraps his arms around me, resting his head on mine.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” After I gather myself I explain to him everything, from the horrible date to my feelings for Bucky, to the stupid bitch outside. Jealousy is a fucking bitch. Steve sighs, running his hands down my face.

“No man has a right to put his hands on you, (Y/N).”

“I know Steve, that’s why I broke his hand and nose.” Steve laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s my girl. But uh, (Y/N) I think you need to look behind you.”

Turning sharp on my heel, I’m shocked to see Bucky standing there, a sad look plastered on his face.

“GODDAMMIT. The ONLY one who’s ever been able to sneak up on me.” He walks up to me, and Steve takes his leave.

“I think we need to talk, doll.” I sigh. No getting out of this one.

The ride to my room is silent. Unfortunately it’s the uncomfortable kind of silence, too.

Getting to my bedroom door, I unlock it with the keys I had wrapped around my wrist.

The door opens silently, and I walk in, him hot on my trail. Flipping the switch, I put my purse on the counter and turn to face him.

“Look, Buck…I’m sor-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Tell you what?”

“Come on, (Y/N). Why didn’t you tell me that you liked me?” I raise both my arms, shock overtaking my body.

“What the fuck do you mean?! How would I have gotten the chance?! You never showed any interest in me, plus you have a new girl on your hip and in your bed every fucking week, it wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere! Hell, even if it did I refuse to be a one night stand!” Bucky runs his hands down his face.

“Okay, fair enough. But I don’t know how you didn’t see it was all just a distraction.”

“A WHAT?”

“A distraction, (Y/N).” He comes up to me, taking my face in his hands. “I needed a distraction from my feelings for you…I didn’t think you’d ever like me the way I like you.” I roll my eyes.

“I don’t like you Bucky, I’m madly in love with you and I have been ever since you fucking got here.” The tears I’ve been so desperately trying to hold back finally fall from my eyes. He wipes them away with his thumbs as they fall, bringing his mouth to mine, he finally kisses me for the first time.

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“I’m sorry I never acted on my feelings…I can charge into a Hydra base unarmed and fight every one of them with my bare hands, but I can’t tell the woman I’m in love with how I feel about her…I’m a coward and I’m so sorry.” I kiss him this time, pouring every ounce of frustration and heartache into the kiss.

“You’re not a coward, Bucky…you felt the same way I did.” He smiles, and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, doll.” His hands move to rest on my hips before I’m lifted up, and my legs instinctively go around his waist.

“B-But what about the girl?” He rolls his eyes.

“I told her to get lost, like I said, she was just a distraction.” I bite my lip.

“H-How are you gonna show me how sorry you are?” He presses a kiss to my collar bone.

“I’m going to take you, right here, right now…”

Oh my, what a wonderful night it is indeed…

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Is That What You Think?

A/N: I know I haven’t written in a while. I wanted to give myself a chance to get back into the routine of school, also I’ve had some pretty bad writers block. Anyway, I’ve had my nose in books all week, going through at least four books in five days. This is an idea that was sparked so let’s see how this goes. 

I hated this night already. 

For starters I was in this super tight black dress that, in my opinion, made me look fat. It was so tight that I couldn’t breathe. 

I was just feeling really insecure at the moment. 

I’d rather stay home in my sweats and a tank top and read one of the new young love novels I bought earlier in the week. 

But Shawn had asked and practically begged I join him at this party for his new single. I only agreed to shut him up. At the time, it sounded fun, not so much anymore. 

Let’s just say I’m not in the best head space. He doesn’t know it but while he was in the shower I couldn’t help but look through some of the comments on a few posts that he made about us. 

It wasn’t good, and I was starting to believe his fans a bit. 

But I put on a fake smile and slipped on on my nude pumps before walking out the door. 

The thing that was making my thoughts worse, was the fact that Shawn hasn’t said like almost anything to me all night, and he isn’t holding my hand like he usually does when he ride in the car. 

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stared out the window, trying not to look out of it. But in all honesty I just wanted to go back home, and have some ice cream. 

“We’re here guys.” Andrew says looking up from his phone. “Are you guys okay?” He says noticing my gaze. Shawn looks over at me confused and I tried to hide my look but I didn’t get to it in time. 

He caught my look.

“Can you give us a second?” He looked over at Andrew then back at me. 

“Sure thing.” He smiled. I watched as Andrew got out and I sighed waiting for Shawn to speak up. 

“Baby are you okay?” He asked concerned.

“Yeah, why?” Lies. 

“You look off, you didn’t speak the whole ride. Is there something going on?” 

“Nothing important.” I nod. I can feel my throat get tight, I wanted to cry honestly. But I swallowed and nodded again making that feeling go away.

“Okay.” He said opening the door. He got out and offered me his hand, I took it and prayed he wouldn’t notice my shaking hand. I got out and looked up at me and he looked more worried than before. I placed a tight smile on my face and walked towards the entrance

Shawn was pulled away to take pictures and I stood off to the side waiting on him to return. I was trying to control my thoughts and my breathing but that all shattered when I looked over to see her all over him. I looked down and the feeling of tears stung my eyes again. 

I needed a drink to get through this night. 

On my way to the bar I ran into Matt. 

“Hey Y/n” He smiled at me. 

“Hey Matt.” It was forced.

“You okay?” He asks looking over my shoulder and spotting Shawn. “Ooo, yikes. How are you doing?” He asked with a sad look on his face. 

“Is it normal to be this jealous?” I asked feeling my self worth change to anger. 

“Yeah, I mean if I had a girl and someone was all over her like that, I wouldn’t let go of her all night.” He mumbled.

That made me feel a lot better, not! How was I supposed to sit her and watch her practically making out with him in front of all the tabloids and interviewers. I stifled another set of tears and cleared my throat. 

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I said abruptly.

“Y/n” Matt calls, I turn to look at him. “He loves you.” He nods. I frown and meet his gaze.

“You sure?” I ask looking back at Shawn. The smile on his face says it all. He enjoys it. He enjoys her. I don’t even bother looking back at Matt. I head straight for the bathroom and huff once I make it there. 

I stare at myself in the mirror and let the tears fall. I can’t hold it together anymore. Who am I? Two years ago I would punch myself in the face if I were standing in a bathroom crying over some guy.

The difference here is it’s not some guy.

It’s Shawn. 

My guy, but with another girl.

My guy, but with millions of fans that think I’m not good enough for him. Not pretty enough for him. Not skinny enough for him. Not enough for him. 

I let those words replay over and over. It finally sinks in.

Are they right?

A girl walks in and stops when she sees me.

“Hey, you’re Shawns girl right?” She asks smiling. I wipe my tears and clear my throat.

“Um yeah.” I stutter, is that even a truthful answer.

“Awe honey whats wrong?” She asks concerned.

“Um nothing, sorry.” I say wiping my face.

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll give you some privacy.” She says walking out. I silently thank her and can’t help but let my tears fall. 

But then the unexpected happens. 

Someone bursts threw the door. 

Shawn.

“Y/n?” He asks desperately meeting my gaze. “Baby? What happened? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” 

“I’m okay.” I say wiping my tears and taking a look in the mirror. 

I look awful, red swollen eyes, flushed face. 

“Honey? What’s wrong?”

“Am I enough?” I blurt out looking at him. His face contorts to confusion. 

“What?” He asks. I sigh. 

“Am I enough?” I ask again.

“Enough for what?”

“You?” I drop my gaze. He stops and freezes next to me. 

“What?” He says softly. 

“Stop playing dumb Shawn, answer the damn question.” I snap. 

“Where is this coming from?”

“You stopped holding my hand, and sneaking peeks in the morning. I started reading comments. I’m insecure. I think that I am not pretty enough for you, or skinny enough. I have an ugly smile and thick thighs. You deserve her, out there. That’s who you should be with, someone that can look good attached to your arm, and make you the perfect it couple. You deserve someone that’s not me.” I say as more tears fall. 

He takes a step forwards pulling me into his embrace. 

“Is that what you think?” He asks hurt. I just nod. “Baby that is so not true. Are you kidding? You are the most beautiful gorgeous women in the world. You have the most amazing smile, I do whatever I can to make you smile. Your body is amazing, it’s a wonderland.” He smirks earning a small smile from me. “You are the person I want attached to my arm, you make me look like I won the fucking lottery. You are so amazing and beautiful and pretty and hot.” He smiles at me. 

“Shawn.” I sigh. 

“Stop, I hate that you think that way. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. But since you can’t, then I guess I’ll just have to say it more often. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I snuck a peek at you this morning while you were getting ready. You were dancing around to Puth. You were singing Suffer. You were only wearing my shirt and it was hanging off your right shoulder, teasing me. And I held your hand when we got here, although I much rather would have held your ass.” He smirked, his eyes becoming dark. 

I blushed and smiled.

“So as much as you read comments because I know you do, and as much as you hate to believe that I am right. I love you with all my heart, and that pathetic girl out there, hugging on my to get attention from the world is not you. I don’t want her. I want someone who makes me laugh at three in the morning. I want someone who wakes up in the middle of the night to get a snack. I want someone who will pretend to watch Harry Potter. I want someone who dances around my bathroom in my shirt singing Puth with her hair in a messy bun. I want to wake up to your beautiful eyes every morning. I want you, Y/n. I want you.” He says serious this time. 

“I want you too.” I smile at him.

“I also want to never again have Matt tell me, ‘Hey Y/n went to the bathroom upset.’ and then some lady I’ve never seen before walk up to me and go, ‘Hey there, your girl is in the bathroom crying.’” He said, a frown appearing on his face. “I don’t want you to ever feel so bad that you have to hide in a bathroom a cry, without me. Tell me next time baby, we wouldn’t even have come if you just would have told me what was going on.” 

“I’m sorry, I thought I could toughen through. But watching you and her.” I was starting to get worked up again.

“Hey hey hey.” He grabbed my hand. “That’s a wrong way to say I love you.” He smiles. 

“I love you too.” I smile back at him.  

Guardian Angel

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Request:  Hey could i request a warren x reader? where he doesn’t die and instead comes back with them to the school and ends up falling in love with the reader but she don’t know only their friends & its just cute cause he kinda hates everyone lmao

Pairing: Warren Worthington x reader

Summary:  Reader has the power to create force fields and to teleport. During the fight with Apocalypse the reader saves Warren’s life. Ever since then the winged bad boy follows you around like a bodyguard, protecting you from even the smallest inconveniences. Along the way Warren starts to fall for you and everyone knows… except you.

Words Count: 1,684

Genre:  fluffy

Notes: YASS WARREN MY BB FLUFF BURB. But for real, I’m a big warren girl. This is set during Apocalypse


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