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Masterlist - Last Updated (10/15/17)

Masterlist

This is where all of the preferences, imagines, and whatever else I decided to do will be. Request on the request page. PLEASE NO NSFW because I’m literally such a scaredy cat lmaooo

Originally posted by nobravery

Shawn Mendes

Side Chick  “Oh sorry, are we interrupting something?”

Morning Rush  “Mr. Unicorn is in the toilet!”

Bad Boy Mendes Pt. 1 “Call me princess one more time, Mendes, I swear!“

Bad Boy Mendes Pt. 2

Bad Boy Mendes Pt. 3

Mess "Well you have a gosh damn funny way of showing it!“

Heartbreak Story "Please don’t say that, lovely”

War of Hearts “Keep it that way or don’t bother showing up tomorrow”

These Kinds of Things “I slept with Y/N? The actress, model, and SUPERSTAR!“

Fools Rush In "Did you sister have a kid?“

Four Years Late “Promise?“ “I swear”

Four Years Late Pt. 2 "I know you didn’t forget me, don’t play dumb.”

Treat You Better "Shawn. Shawn Mendes. Y/N’s best friend since kindergarten, someone huge to compete with…it’s very nice to meet you”

Stay Together “Why not spend it with my favorite girl–I mean old friend”

Dysfunctionally Functioning “Julie! Daddy is telling you to put those scissors down!“

Perfect "I don’t know why you read those, I told you not to Y/N…”

Kiss, Kiss, Bish "Get intimate, she’ll quit it”

A Lover is a Fighter “Haven’t seen you in a while” “You say that like it’s a bad thing”

Miss Independent “Can you tell the LIVE viewers what awards, as in plural a.k.a MORE THAN ONE, you’re up for this year”

Originally posted by aussiebassists

Calum Hood

Laying Low “This is way too close for comfort”

Clingy Red Carpet Calum "Calum, kiss her on the cheek"’

Sweet Creature "That was helpful you dumb fuck”

Remember Us "Hey there, princess”

Toxic “That’s your girlfriend isn’t it?” "Yeah, isn’t she hot?“

Honey, I’m Home "A kid in the big kid grades said that his daddy and mommy read something that said you guys hate each other”

Honey, I’m Home Pt. 2  "I don’t believe you are legally a Hood, not at the moment.“

Remember Us Pt. 2

Happier "I have history with one of them. That doesn’t mean I don’t like their music.“

Remember Us Pt. 3 "Is that Calum?“

Happier Pt. 2 "Oh…the tear stains?“

Burn "I think you should tell the world what happened between you and Calum”

Banished “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!“

Untitled "Walk out that door and…I’ll never forgive you!”

Jealous of the Rain "Yes, yes I am! I’m very jealous…”

A Team “Don’t talk about her like that”

Serendipity “You’re not a terrible person, why are you even sorry?”

You, Just You “Well I don’t, as I’m the one that fucks him–”

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Harry Styles

Doll “I am a grown ass woman Styles, I can handle my self! Sike!”

Questions “She obviously doesn’t like your dumbass questions”

mythaelogy  asked:

what were your favourite quotes/those with the most impact that you read this year?

 i’m expanding this to talk about poems and collections too because i am That Guy. 

POETRY COLLECTIONS and CHAPBOOKS

POEMS 

QUOTES

Title: All These Flashing Lights

Pairing: NaLu

AU:are requests really open….NaLu for this prompt???? because it fits them so well??? idk??? “my friend thought you were cute so she tried to take a picture of you for snapchat and her flash went off but when you looked our way she shoved her phone into my hands and nOW YOU THINK IT’S ME AND OH GOD PLS DON’T BE MAD”

Word Count: 1930

Rating: T for langue and suggestive material towards the end


“He’s hot,” Cana repeats for what must be the sixth time in the span of five minutes, the brunette practically purring as she eyes the attractive man across the café. She’s blatantly staring and Lucy is fairly certain that if she keeps it up they’re either going to be noticed by the attractive man across the room or thrown out by Mira because is being a fucking creep.

Lucy just wanted to hang out with her friend on her one day off in the last two weeks, not freak the fuck out of some guy she doesn’t know because Cana has no idea how to behave in public.

She sighs, dropping her chin to rest against her palm and pretending to be thoroughly engrossed in her slushy. Strawberry lemonade has always been a favorite of hers and Cana is ruining the sanctity of frozen fruit beverages. Lucy casually glances at the man in question, eyes widening slightly in horror when she catches sight of his arm. “If you’re referring to the fact that his sleeve is on fire,” she says slowly, “than I’d be inclined to agree.”

The man pats out the small flame quickly, laughing as he turns back to his friend across the table, and Lucy takes a long moment to just look at him. Her head tilts to the side, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He looks like some kind of punk-rock model, if she’s being honest with herself. The flash of silver piercings in his ear gains her rapt attention, and she has to bit her lower lip when she sees the hoop through the bottom right corner of his lip. His bright, bubble-gum pink hair is shocking, but not necessarily unpleasant. And Lucy is pretty sure cheekbones like that can only be carved from marble.

Yeah, the dude is freakishly hot, but Lucy has the decency not to weird about it.

“Oh, come on, Lucy!” Cana whines, shoving at her shoulder roughly and making Lucy nearly drop her slushy. “Look at that face! Those arms!” Too late, Cana, Lucy already is and she very much appreciates the way his tank-top leaves his arms bare and clings to his chest just right.

Fuck, now Lucy’s being creepy, too.

Lucy looks away before Cana or the attractive stranger can notice her obvious interest in the way his shirt stretches across his broad chest. “You know,” Lucy muses, pointing at Cana with the end of her straw before popping the tube into her mouth and sucking off the ice and juice clinging to the bottom. “You’re kind of being creepy.”

Cana is silent for exactly eight seconds, her eyes narrowed as she considers Lucy’s words.

“I’m going to take a picture of him.”

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Nezumi and Shion really get me. I love them. Separately and together. What a team. Nezumi finally loses his shit to someone worth losing it for after years of trusting no one, loving no one…Shion’s his challenge and he could never overcome him. Shion, the boy is loaded with love that needs no “I love you”, he shows it to Nezumi… or tells him something else, that he’s drawn to him. They really care about each other and I’m reading the novel right now to learn about that deeper level of love and characterization behind the surface of the anime.

Anonymous (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 3,869

Warnings: some mild cursing, it’s also pretty long


The first night you ever met him was unforgettable; mostly because you could’ve died that night. Your boss had begged you to help close that night even though you had told him you had made plans for homework and studying that night. The diner had been hit with a sudden rush of people and none of the closing chores had been completed so he needed an extra closer. It was exhausting but you thought you could use some extra money; college wasn’t going to pay for itself. It was never too early to start thinking about it; even if you were only a sophomore. 

After he’d locked the doors and thanked you for your hard work, and you turned to start walking home by yourself. “Y/N!” One of your coworkers chased you down and you looked over your shoulder to the middle-aged woman who had acted like your mother within your group of coworkers. “Lemme walk with you! It’s not safe for you to be walking around this late by yourself.” She walked by your side for most of the walk back.

When you parted ways, you were anxious to get back home. Being outside at this hour in New York wasn’t a good idea in the first place. You were turning a corner and when you looked up from your feet you noticed a menacing silhouette that seemed to be coming in and out of existence because of the flickering street light. You turned back the way you came but was met by a man with a hood over his head.

“Hello, sweetheart. Whatcha got on ya?” He grabbed your arm and you struggled to break free.

“Don’t hurt her, she’s a pretty thing.” The silhouette from before now showed his face in the pale light of the streetlamp above.

“P-Please, I don’t have anything, I swear.” You reached for your wallet and tossed it to the ground.  The man behind you picked it up and rummaged through to try and find anything of use.

“She’s got nothin’.” The man’s grip around your arm tightened and you let out a yelp of pain. “We’ll just have to take something else…” He snickered and you felt your heart beat even faster than it already was before. This is it, this is how I die… Your mind was racing and you could barely comprehend what was happening.

You missed what happened next, because suddenly you were free from the hooded man’s grip and they were plastered to the wall by some white net. When you had calmed down, you realized they were… Webs. That could only mean… Sure enough, a lanky blue and red figure stumbled a landing in the light in front of you.

“Um, are you okay?” He messed around with trying to pose himself by leaning against the lamp post and crossing his arms and just standing up straight. You would’ve laughed at the thought of Spider-Man being this awkward, but you were too thankful for his help that you didn’t care.

You practically tackled him as you embraced him. “Thank you so much. I thought I was going to die, oh my God!” You started sobbing and you could feel him tense up.

“That’s what I’m here for!” His voice sounded so young, like he was your age. You couldn’t believe your ears. He didn’t know what to do so he just stood there rigidly. “Oh gosh, please don’t cry. It’s okay now.” He gave you an awkward but reassuring pat on your back and you pulled away to wipe away the tears.

“I believe this is yours?” He held up your wallet. You accepted it and ran your hands through your hair, thinking about how you’d just missed a disaster by a second. “Would you like me to, um, take you home?”

“You mean like…” You looked up towards the tops of the buildings around you. Flying through the air like that terrified you at first, but you just wanted to get home to your bedroom. “Sure.”

“Okay, um,” Spider-Man knelt down with his back towards you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hold on.” He shot a web up to the top of a building and you felt the wind against your face as you were launched up into the air. “Where to?” You gave him the street name and building number and he made course to your apartment.

You held on for dear life and kept your eyes closed most of the way home. After a couple web swings you got used to the idea of being in the air like this and opened your eyes. You almost regretted it because of how high off the ground you were, but the way the city looked from this perspective was beautiful. The lights, the street lamps that dotted the sidewalks… it seemed more peaceful from up there.

“Is this it?” You opened your eyes and saw Spider-Man sticking to the wall of your apartment building.

“Yeah,” You guided him to the fire escape that led to your bedroom window and slid from his back once you were back on solid ground. He turned to jump from his perch on the fire escape, but you grabbed his wrist. “Spider-Man? Thank you again.”

His flustered reaction was incredibly noticeable, even with that mask on, and he gave a little chuckle. “No problem, you have a nice night, ma’am.” And then he was gone; just like that. You climbed through your window and jumped into bed without changing your clothes. Falling asleep was hard because you kept thinking about how you just met Spider-Man.


You met Spider-Man?!”

That next morning you retold the story to your friends, and tried to convince them you did in fact meet the web-slinger. “You’re shitting me right now, Y/N.”

“I’m serious! These guys were trying to rob me and…” You stopped and shivered at the thought of what they would’ve done to you. “Anyways, he swooped in, stuck these guys to the wall, and saved me!”

Everyone asked you questions as if you knew him personally. It was just one night that he saved you, and they expected you to be best buds by now. Of course your friend, Ned, asked you a million questions in between periods at your locker–he was a big Spider-Man fan. Even his friend Peter, who you’d never really talked to, asked you: “What was he like?”

“Um,” you tilted your head while trying to think of how to describe him, “he was a lot more awkward than I thought he would be.”

“Oh.”

“But it was adorable in its own way.” You shrugged, and noticed Peter smirked slightly. “Well, boys, I have to go to the band room and help Mrs. Mayfield for my teacher’s aid period. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You added and hurried down the hall.

Even while you were helping your band director you were distracted by your thoughts about meeting Spider-Man. You kept spacing off and she had to try and keep you grounded in reality. The memory of flying through the air, with the wind blowing your hair, was just so amazing. Little did you know that wasn’t the last time you’d see the Webbed Warrior of Queens. It was only the beginning.


A couple days later when you’d gotten home from school you were met with a surprise on your window. You tossed your stuff onto your bed and hurried over to see a handwritten note plastered to the glass with familiar webbing.

Meet me on the roof at 11?
–SM

There was a little spider doodled next to his signature and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. Why was Spider-Man asking you to meet him? It was a strange request indeed, but… what could go wrong?

The hours counting down to 11 seemed to take years; you told your parents you were going to bed and had to stare at the ceiling while waiting for the sounds of them settling down in their own room. When you thought they were asleep, you waited a little longer, and climbed out your window to the fire escape. You tried your best to keep from making so much noise, but the metal on the stairs were so rickety not even Spider-Man himself could sneak up them.

When you got to the top, you peeked your head over the edge of the roof and saw the web slinger pacing around and mumbling to himself. It looked like he was rehearsing something. When you revealed yourself he nearly jumped off the roof in shock, but composed himself. “Um, hi. I’m P-Spider-Man.” He rocked back and forth on his feet. “I mean, you knew that. What’s your name?”

You smiled and put your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “I’m Y/N. Why did you want to meet me up here?”

“Oh, right,” he scratched his head, “I was wondering if you’d like to go see some sights with me…” When you didn’t answer right away, he held up his hands defensively. “I mean, you don’t have to unless you want to.” Was Spider-Man asking to hang out with you? Why would someone like him want to be around you? You couldn’t stop a bus with your bare hands, you couldn’t fly or turn invisible; you were as normal as they came. But hanging out with Spider-Man would make for great stories in the future, plus: you were curious about him.

“I’d love to!” You beamed and he tilted his head confused.

“You do?” You tried not to laugh at how adorably awkward he was. “You do! Right…” He let you climb on his back and you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his torso to ensure you wouldn’t fall. “Hold on–I mean, I won’t let you fall, but,”

“Let’s go, Spider-Boy.” You interrupted and he nodded. Once again you were swinging through Queens but this time there were still some cars down below and people on the streets. It was much busier and felt a little safer than the first time you were at this height. “Where are we going first, Spider-Boy?” You rested your chin on his shoulder.

“It’s Spider-Man, And we’re going to make our way to Central Park, hopefully.” He muttered the last part and continued to shoot webs.

“Well you sound like a boy, Spider-Man, and I don’t believe you’re a day older than 16.” There was no response. “So I’m right?” Another long silence on his part.

“Maybe…” You laughed.

“I guess it’s too much to ask what school you go to.”

“Bingo.”

The ride to Central Park was a long one, but you eventually made it. It was practically empty, and the paths were lit up by the cute little street lamps. Even though you’d lived in New York for so long, you’d never really been to Central Park that often. It was more of a treat for you than it was a normal park. It looked so different at night, and you felt a whimsical presence of being out at night like this.

Spider-Man set you down on the grass and then told you to wait for a second. “I’ll be right back, promise.” He leapt off into the darkness and you could hear a bunch of webs being shot. After a couple minutes he returned and guided you to where he’d created a giant spider web spanning between multiple trees.

“Am I supposed to be impressed by this or…?”

“That’s not it, I’ll help you up.” Before you could say anything, he grabbed you and tossed you into the air like you were a rag doll. You screamed, of course, but when you landed you bounced a little, like on a trampoline. When you opened your eyes you saw that you were sitting on the giant web he’d strung up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He landed next to you and sat with his legs crisscross style.

“That wasn’t cool. You scared the shit out of me.” You pursed your lips and folded your arms around your chest.

“Well, just look up.” He pointed and laid down with his hands behind his head. Still bitter about being thrown in the air, you sighed with a roll of your eyes and tilted your head upwards. The stars twinkled in the clear night sky and your frustration immediately melted away.

The two of you laid next to each other while staring at the sky for quite a bit of time. You had a ton of questions that you wanted to ask him; mostly little things about him. “So, you created the fluid you use for your webs?”

“Yeah.”

“You must be a smart kid, Spider-Boy.” You teased.

He looked away from you embarrassed. “I guess I am.”

“Okay, but who’s going to clean up all this web?”

“It dissolves after two hours. Speaking of which, what time is it?”

You pulled out your phone. “Nearly… 2 am?! I have a math test tomorrow!” You tried to get up but forgot you weren’t on solid ground and fell over. “You gotta take me home, Spider-Boy.”

On the way back he apologized countless times and you could tell his was booking it as much as he could for your place. He dropped you off at your window and said a hasty goodbye before disappearing into the skyline. You changed into your pajamas and curled up into your bed, hoping you’d be able to catch enough z’s.


The next time you found a note on your window, he took you to Chinatown, but it was still pretty busy so you got to see all the different signs and people on the streets. He took you lots of place over the next couple trips, each visit getting closer and closer to one another so that you saw him almost every other night.

Up to this point you’d decided not to tell anyone about your adventures with Spider-Man, but you couldn’t keep his most recent visit a secret. You were excited to share it with Ned and Peter because he’d taken you to Stark Tower; where the Avengers used to work from.

That was the first night he’d really taken you high up like that. It was terrifying, to say the least. He’d actually webbed your torso to his as he climbed up the building. “I’ve never been up this high before.” His voice shook ever so slightly as he looked down towards the concrete jungle below.

“I’d never thought that Spider-Boy would be afraid of heights.” You teased with a toothy grin.

“I’m not afraid of heights! I’ve never climbed a building this tall before, that’s all…”

The height was very apparent because the wind at this level was more torrential compared to the ground level. With your hands around his neck, you dug your face into his shoulder to keep your hair from getting all in your face. You were also very scared being this high, but you didn’t want him knowing that.

It seemed like a millennia before you reached the top where there was a flat platform that looked like a landing pad. Once you were on solid ground again, Spider-Man cut you free from the webbing and tossed it in the wind. The city below looked so small now.

“It’s beautiful…” you held up your hands over your mouth trying not to freak out over the sight. You heard him mutter something incoherent and turned to him. “You say something?”

“Nothing!” The lenses on his mask widened and you turned your attention back to the scene in front of you.

“You know, it seems like there’s no security here right now. I was sure we’d be caught by now.”

“Well, I asked Mr. Stark about taking you here, so he probably let someone know…” He shrugged and joined you.

“So,” you sat down and dangled your feet over the edge, “you still haven’t told me how old you are.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was 18?” He turned to you with hope in his masked eyes.

“Absolutely not,” you laughed and nudged him, “so, what is it? How old are you, Spider-Boy?” At this point he’d accepted your nickname for him, and didn’t argue with you about it anymore.

“I’m 15.” Now you weren’t expecting him to be your age, which made him probably one of the youngest superheroes ever. Another question had been eating away at your mind for awhile, but you were too afraid to ask. It’s now or never, I guess…

“Well, does 15 year-old Spider-Boy have a girlfriend?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” You felt your stomach do a flip when he turned his gaze to yours.

“You can’t answer a question with a question, mister!” You scrunched up your face and wagged a finger. He didn’t say anything at first, but sighed.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Good. “Th–There is a girl I’ve had a crush on for awhile now, though.” He kicked his feet and looked away from you.

“What’s she like?”

“Well, she’s beautiful, and hilarious, and kind, and strong. Very brave for climbing up this building with me.” With every word his hand had slid closer to your own, and soon they were almost touching.

“Well I have a crush on a boy, but I don’t know his name, or what he looks like, or what school he goes to. But I do know that he’s sweet, and horribly awkward.” Your hand drifted over his and you leaned a little closer to him. He mirrored and when your noses touched you laughed. “It’s kinda hard to kiss you when your mask is covering your face.”

“Oh, right.” he pulled the mask up to reveal his chin and mouth. You leaned in again and pressed your lips on his…


You kissed Spider-Man?” Ned nearly announced it to the whole cafeteria, but luckily you were sitting in their empty side of the room. “Okay, now I know you’re lying.”

“I wouldn’t make something up like that, Ned! He’s been taking me around at night for the past month or so and last night we went up to Stark Tower. I just didn’t want to tell anybody because they’d react like you just did.” You rolled your eyes and stared off at the wall to avoid looking at them.

“Okay, say you have been hanging out with Spider-Man, what’s he like?”

“He’s super smart; would you believe that he came up with the fluid for his web shooters? He told me that one night, even let me play with them. He’s a total nerd, and he’s kind of awkward, but it’s okay because he’s one of the sweetest people I’ve met.” You gushed and felt your face go red once you realized what you were saying.

“I believe you, Y/N.” Peter chipped in sheepishly. “I mean, I’m sure Spider-Man’s just a normal guy like us. I mean, if you look past his super strength and stuff.” He scratched the back of his head and you stared at him for a moment. Something about the way he always did that when he got nervous along with his voice sounded so familiar.

“Yeah… Also,” you turned back to Ned in a low whisper, “he’s not even a man. He’s only 15, like you and me.”

“Whatever, Y/N. I’m still skeptical, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

You finished your food before the two boys and gave curt goodbyes before taking huge strides to throw your food away on the opposite end of the dining hall. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt; I’ll show you, Ned…” You mocked under your breath and stormed out of the cafeteria.

Little did you know, Ned and Peter were having a frantic conversation once you left. “Dude, you kissed Y/N?! You have to tell her!”

“I-I can’t; she’ll stop liking me. She doesn’t like Peter Parker, she likes Spider-Man.”

“If you don’t tell her, I will.”

“No!” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell her…”


When you got home that evening you rushed to your room hoping to find a note on your window. You weren’t disappointed, because sure enough there was a piece of paper stuck to the glass with webs.

Roof at 11?
-SM

You waited impatiently throughout the night; almost spilling your juice all over the dining room table at dinner, completely blanking out on your homework, it was a mess. You were so anxious to see him because you wanted to prove to Ned you actually knew Spider-Man.

When 11 pm came, you nearly bolted out your window and up the fire escape. Sure enough, Spider-Man was pacing around the roof like he usually was. He was also talking to himself again. “I can’t do that, Karen!” He said a little too loudly and noticed you were standing on the other side of the roof. “Oh, hi, Y/N!”

“Who’s Karen?” You tilted your head.

“She’s an AI in my suit. I talk to her a lot…” He scratched the back of his head.

“That… explains a lot.” You smiled and strolled closer to him. “Where are we going tonight?”

“Um, actually, I had something to tell you first.” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Well, I’m not who you think I am–No that sounds stupid, um…” He sighed and slid the mask off. You didn’t believe what you saw.

“Peter…?” The confusion was then taken over by anger. “Is this some joke? Did Ned put you up to this?” You clenched your fists and turned around to start looking for Ned’s hiding spot. “Ned! This isn’t funny you better come out here or I’ll–”

“It’s not a joke, Y/N, trust me.” He shot a web to your wrist to stop you and you finally calmed down. “I know: Peter Parker as Spider-Man, right? Don’t blame you for thinking it’s a joke.” He avoided your gaze.

“It’s not like that, Peter. I just thought Ned was playing a joke on me after what I told you guys earlier…” The hurt in his eyes was killing you. “You’re not a joke, Peter. I just wasn’t expecting Spider-Boy to be someone that I knew, that’s all.”

He looked up and was met with your reassuring smile. “Um, I’d understand if you don’t want to go out tonight… Now that you know Spider-Man’s Peter Parker and all…”

“Peter,” you took some steps closer to him, “Spider-Man and Peter Parker are the same smart, adorable, and sweet person I’ve grown to like.” Now you were just as close as you were the night before when you kissed him. It was different tonight, though. Something about finally knowing who you’d been crushing on for awhile made it seem more exciting and thrilling. You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Where to, Spider-Boy?” Peter was too flustered to reply and you chuckled.

“Right,” he threw his mask back on, “I was thinking star gazing again.”

“Lead the way, Peter.” You climbed onto his back and couldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the park.

Goodbye

Anonymous said:

Can you make an imagine where you catch Peter cheating on you so you go to your secret hideout to calm down but pan finds you and tries to take you back but you don’t take him back. Sorry if this is long and hard to understand

 

Warning/s: cheating, swearing, sadness lol

Requested

summary: he cheats on you (another version)

You were currently preparing dinner for the lost boys when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You turned around to see Peter, your boyfriend. You smiled at him.

“Is something wrong?” You asked. He was never this clingy so you figured that something must be up.

“No, love. All is fine” he grinned. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Because you’re being really clingy right now and that is so not you.”

“Is it wrong to show my affections to someone I love?” he scoffed.

“Or are you seeing someone else? Maybe that’s why you don’t want me touching you anymore. You found someone new? Is that it?” he yelled.

“What the hell, Peter? How could you say all that?” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Because you’re different now. You’ve changed. Why would you even ask if something is up? You’re clearly accusing me of something!” he glared at you.

“The only one who changed here is you! I was just asking why you were acting different and you overreacted. And to accuse me of cheating? That’s insane. Maybe you’re the one who’s doing something extravagant here.” You squinted your eyes at him. He didn’t say anything. He just glared at you and poofed away. You shook your head and sighed.

When the two of you fight, he would always come to you after a while and will apologize because he couldn’t stand you being mad at him. This time, it’s different. You thought about what happened and decided that you’re the one who needed to apologize. Maybe you were wrong to ask him why he was being clingy. He just simply wanted to show his affections and you went all Sherlock on him.

You decided to search for him and apologize. It was already dark and the lost boys were all sleeping so it was going to be hard. Peter wasn’t in his tree house so that means he hasn’t come back from your fight with him earlier. You continued to walk around the woods in search for Peter but you weren’t doing a pretty good job. You decided to go back and just talk to him in the morning. You were about to walk away when you heard leaves being shifted. You quickly pulled out your dagger and followed the noise.

You hid behind bushes and peeked through them. You saw Peter pinning someone to a tree but you can’t see who. You shifted to see the person Peter was pinning and was shocked to see that it was a girl. You shook your head as the voices in your head says that this is an act of infidelity. You looked back at Peter’s face to see him smirking at the girl and you sighed in relief. Maybe she was one of his prisoners and he’s planning on using her for something. You knew you were wrong when he leaned in and started kissing the girl passionately. You moved away from the bushes quickly, making a noise. Peter stopped kissing the girl and looked towards the bushes. He was too busy with the girl to even sense your presence.

Before Peter can even walk over to you and see you, you stood up and ran as fast as you can, dropping your dagger along the way. You ran towards the one place no one knew of. The one place that Baelfire told you about when he was still on Neverland. You never told Peter about this place because you promised Baelfire that you won’t and even now that he’s gone, you still won’t because it serves as your secret hideout. It is where you go to whenever you have to be alone or whenever you have breakdowns. And right now, you’re having one.

You went in and closed the door. As soon as you did, you went to the corner and fell on the ground, hugging your knees. Now you know why he overreacted earlier. He was being defensive. He blamed you for something that he’s doing. Now you just feel stupid for wanting to apologize. The first time you let someone in after putting down your walls and this happens.

Someone opened the door making you jump and reach for your dagger but it wasn’t there. You looked around for a weapon when the intruder stopped you.

“Calm down, Y/N. It’s just me.” Peter said with his hands in the air.

“Which is worse” you scoffed. “Give me that.” You snatched your dagger from his hand and placed it in your pocket.

“I found it in the middle of the woods. What were you doing out there?” he said with a worried tone.

“Oh cut the crap!” you scoffed.

“What are you saying?” he frowned.

“I already know” you growled. His eyes widened but continued to play innocent. “Know what?” he asked.

“I went to find you, Peter. I wanted to apologize but guess what.” You gave a sarcastic smile.

“You saw..” he whispered.

“Yes. And you blamed me for cheating.” you said through gritted teeth.

“Listen, Y/N. I-” he tried to reason out but you cut him off.

“Now why would I listen to you? In fact, I don’t want anything from you anymore. I don’t want anything to do with you. All I want is to be far away from you.” you said.

“You don’t mean that” he said, almost crying.

“You accused me of cheating because you couldn’t trust me! You thought that if you’re cheating on me, I would be doing the same thing! You’re insane! Don’t even compare me to yourself. Whatever we have or had, it’s over.” you looked at him with so much hatred.

“What are you saying?” he said slowly.

“I’m saying that you need to take me back.” you breathed out.

“Of course. Let’s get you back to camp.” he went to take your hand but you pulled it away.

“No, Peter. Take me back home.” you spat. His eyes widened in shock as he stepped back. “You don’t mean that” he stuttered. “You’re just upset.”

“What do you expect? Should I jump around in happiness knowing what you just did? Why are you even bothering with me if you can just go back to that girl!” you screamed. He grabbed you and hugged you tightly. “Y/N please calm down. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to happen. I’m sorry.” he cried out. You pushed him off of you.

“So you’re not taking me back home?” you asked.

“No, I won’t” he cried.

“You see, I knew you won’t so I trapped your shadow in this” you held up a coconut. Inside it was a shadow. It can take you home. “I just wanted to know if you really loved me. And now I know that you didn’t.” you whispered.

“What are you saying? I loved you. I love you!” he yelled.

“No! Because if you did, you would let me go! You would know that it’s the best for me!” you screamed. 

“I always wanted to do this.” you took the pixie dust that the fairies gave you and blew it to Peter, making him drop and fall asleep.

“Goodbye, Peter.” and with that, you took off to your home. Leaving Peter behind with a broken heart.


note:i had a writer’s block so I’m not posting much. for the meanwhile, enjoy this :)

mintysrandomblogofstuff  asked:

Rachel has a hoodie. ADC Chara has a hoodie. cLEARLY THEY'RE THE SAME PERSON Yeah, no. That anon's crazy. Stop trying to inject Undertale and ADC into an original thing, people! This kind of thing is why I'm nervous about uploading my own original comic on another site; most of my followers know me for Undertale so I'm afraid of people doing this exact thing. I've already had someone tell me one character looks like what they think the Green SOUL to look, which is kinda ":/"

And the green Soul doesn’t even have a canon design, i swear these people…

But yeah, remember that “tumblr you’re killing art” I reblogged a few days ago? It’s exactly what I’m talking about, people need to support new ideas, and not bash them as soon as someone wants to come up with something else.

 It’s really nerve wrecking trying to stand out as an artist just with  fanart alone. :/  

One thing is to know that you can’t please everyone and accept criticism, but it doesn’t mean that you should sit back and not get the chance to show your ideas entirely, or having people shove their ideas down your throat. Like the only reason I’m not going to stop it’s because at least a large amount of people do seem to care, but a good amount are just being like this and it’s quite discouraring. 

All I say is, don’t be afraid to show the world what you want! And please, people be more considerate. 

Frat!Boy Peter Parker.. (Headcanon)

Requested: Nope

I wanted to create something I knew would be semi-decent since I have such intense writers block, so enjoy this headcanon :)))

Side Note: there are sentences that are in Italian, I however do not speak that language so I’m using Google Translate, if there are any words that are incorrect please let me know! thank you :)

Translations are also at the bottom, p.s. this headcanon is super long just an fyi


Originally posted by petebenjamins

  • sO for starters you were new to Queens, you’d just recently moved from Italy (bc why not I love Italy)
  • needless to say Queens was a BIG change compared to what you were used to back home in another country
  • thankfully for you however you knew English as well as Italian, so you had to give your English teacher props for making you suffer in his class those past two years, but when you were at home you spoke Italian with your family

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Only Us (Part 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you?(kind of? I don’t know. Fuck it.)

Word Count: 2388

Warning(s): Mean parents, swearing, and slightly sexual remarks.

Additional Notes: Frank Gallagher is a character int the TV show Shameless(it’s amazing please watch it) and he is pretty much always drinking. (Also if you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk)

Part 1


My phone rang loudly as light crept in from the window. Fuck. I thought as my eyes focused on the time on the far wall of my small bedroom. 6:15. I hated school. I groaned getting up turning of my alarm, yawning and stretching. I tugged my short shorts down that I slept in overnight and opened the door walking to the bathroom avoiding the beer bottles that littered the dark carpet. My hand reached for the door before it was yanked open. A middle aged man stood in front of me wearing only his boxers. I shuttered stepping back.

“Who do we have here?” He grinned down at me. I shivered taking another step back.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked glaring at him fear still gripping me.

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Silence (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Summary: With college calling, it’s time for you and your best friend to part ways. 

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Some light swearing

A/N: Wow I wrote something that’s actually platonic and doesn’t spiral into romance? Unbelievable.

This started out as an ode to Teen Wolf but really just…turned into something else. It’s sort of representative of Stiles eternally having a place in my heart, despite the show ending. I hope you enjoy reading!!!

((I haven’t kept up with season 6 of Teen Wolf at all, so there’s some canon divergence.))

“I can’t open it,” you announced, pushing your phone across the bench. You were sitting in the park, surrounded by your closest friends. All of you were waiting on the emails that would tell you whether or not you were accepted to your dream colleges, so it was fair to so that nerves were running high.

“Y/N,” Stiles said, a hint of warning in his voice. You turned to the side and pulled a face, quickly pointing to where his own phone was completely black.

“I don’t see you checking it either, Stilinski,” you retorted, voice carrying no heat. You could tell by the tenseness held in his shoulders that he was feeling just as nervous as you.

“You should open them,” a third voice - Scott - chimed in. You glanced across the bench, watching closely as the Alpha unlocked his phone. From beside him, Malia and Lydia were doing likewise.

“I can’t,” you said, shrugging lightly. “I can’t face the rejection.”

“Any college would be lucky to have you, Y/N,” Scott mumbled, distracted as he quickly tapped at the screen of his phone. You made a grunting noise and glared at your phone, unable to bring yourself to check your emails.

“Let’s make a deal,” Stiles piped up. “I’ll open yours, you open mine.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for writing dialogue?

  • Be careful about abusing ellipses.
  • If a character has an accent, it’s better not to spell it phonetically because readers will be confused by it (unless the point is that the character is unintelligible)
  • It’s ok to give characters dialogue quirks that aren’t proper grammar or writing, like having someone punctuate their sentences with ‘like’ (”Like I’ve never seen anything, like, so big!”), or say “me and my friends” instead of “my friends and I”.  Some people talk like that.  Make sure you do it on purpose though: doing it on accident means you don’t know your grammar yourself!
  • Be careful of having dialogue that doesn’t either contribute to the story, flesh out the characters / world, provide valuable information to the player (including tutorials), or contribute to the tone of the story.  Basically, anything that doesn’t improve the game can be tossed out the window.
  • I like making sure that a character’s background & personality shows through their dialogue.  Education is the most obvious (simple vs eloquent sounding characters), second to politeness (bluntness vs politeness). Someone who knows tech would be more likely to describe a machine in finer detail if they recognize it, as opposed to someone who doesn’t and could only describe it as “oh hey, it’s a thingy that goes ‘ding’, I think.”  A character who was raised to be polite but has a hard time hiding their feelings about other people might pause a few more times while talking to prevent themselves from insulting someone else (as if they’re searching for words to use to NOT insult the person they’re speaking to, even though they want to).  A character who swears a lot casually might stop swearing when they’re angry to show that they’re serious about something.  Things like that.
  • The better you know your character, the easier you can write their dialogue.  So get comfy with them!
  • What’s fine dialogue in one game can be silly in others (imagine this exchange taking place in a kirby game).  Find what’s right for you.

Otherwise I’d find a writing blog and check their tips out on dialogue.  Rmn has two good topics on writing dialogue: one for general dialogue, one for npcs.

Sorry about the late response, and I apologize that didn’t contain that much information!  Dialogue is a huge topic so it really is better if you look up stuff elsewhere since I couldn’t cover all of it (like searching “how to write good dialogue” and “writing dialogue for games”).

2

Before 

I’ve known you /
before you crashed onto my shore 
and orbited my galaxy

I’ve tasted your flaws
and touched the skin you wore
when no one else had seen you / 
before you even undressed 
your real self to me.

I’ve licked your wounds
and memorized your scars / 
before you were even ready
to show them to me

I’ve heard the smile in your heart
when you read your favourite book
or how the sound of your voice
vibrated a tingling sensation on my spine / 
before I knew the shape of your lips

I’ve felt every part of you,
how your hands smelt of
rosemary and figs, how the sun
could not compete with
the warmth of your embrace,
how your toes curled under
my ribs and the lavender scent
on your hair when
you lay across my chest,
before I even knew
the correct spelling of your name.

I’ve seen you, how your eyes
held the universe, how your
mind caressed the moon,
how you kissed the ocean
and how you made me
shiver in all the right places,
before I even met you.


I’ve known you [                ]
before –

D C de Oliveira
28.09.2017
04.00am

Elves in the Witcher world

I gathered some info about the elves from the Witcher book series. I tried to collect as much as possible - can be used for writing refferences.

Contains spoilers for the Witcher series!

  • Both Aen Seidhe and Aen Elle seem to have same appearance - big cat-shaped eyes, attractive features, narrow lips,tall figure, small teeth lacking canine teeth
  • Elves never built castles but they built châteaux
  • Aelirenn lead the young elves into the war with humans. The old elves were againts the war because they knew they don’t stand a chance and they could never bring the glory of their people back. They wanted to survive so they decided to destroy their cities and hide in the mountains and wait till the humans die out. They hoped humans would die out. Aelirenn got the support of young elves and lead them into the war. They all got massacred.
  • Only young elves are fertile and can have children but most of the young elves died in the war with humans or join Scoia’tael.
  • They’re known for their attractive appearance but still are heavily discriminated by humans.
  • Humans with elven blood and half-elves aren’t uncommon but they face discrimination and hate same as true elves.
  • It’s possible to recognize elves just by the way they walk.
  • Elves look down on humans and feel superior towards them.
  • Scoia’tael are mostly young elves, it’s typical for them to wear squirrel tails - thats where they got their name from. They enjoy killing humans but sometimes spare innocent ones.
  • Elves weren’t first who arrived to the Continent. Gnomes were the first to live there.
  • They’re long lived same as Tolkien’s elves
  • During the war with Nilfgaard Scoia’tael sided with Nilfgaard because they were promised to have their own land. Francesca Findabair - the ruler of Dol Blathanna “an elven state” let Scoia’tael be massacred even though they could have stopped fighting and return to Dol Blathanna to protect it. Francesca said she is forbidden to help Scoia'tael in order to have peace with Temeria and Kaedwen. It was Emhyr’s order. Filavandrel protested because elven children - Scoia'tael - the last hope for the future for Aen Seidhe died in vain and were massively massacred every day by humans even though it could be all avoided. After the war Scoia’tael were forbidden to enter Dol Blathanna and were labeled as war criminals. Remaining leaders of Scoia’tael units were killed. Only Isengrim Faoiltiarna managed to run. The rest of Scoia’tael became exiles and were hunted.
  •  If Scoia’tael captured humans they used pretty cruel torturing tactics on them
  • Their architecture is so beautiful no human could ever build anything as breath-taking as elven buildings
  • Avallac’h mentioned sex being boring for elves after they become over 100 years old. Humans on the other hand were never tired of it so bored elf females and males decided to have sex with humans. Elven females ovulate once in 10-20 years but they ovulate every time when they reach orgasm with male humans. There isn’t any explanation for that.
  • Half-elves usually share lot of elf features
  • It seems Aen Elle find humans more disgusting than Aen Seidhe do. Aen Elle can hardly imagine having sex with humans. They took over different world inhabitated by humans and killed them, they only keep female humans as slaves.
  •  Its impossible to tell their age. 30 years old elf looks the same as 130 years old one.
  • True Aen Seidhe rarely find humans attractive.
  •  Make up was invented by them and humans started using it too.
  • In some lands marriages between humans and non-humans are forbidden Humans are disgusted by these marriages but they still happen and its practically impossible to find humans without Seidhe Ichaer - elder blood in them.
  • Elves dont make differences between girls and boys when raising them (for example they both learn to ride on horses, shoot from a bow etc.)
  • Elves arrived to Continent 1000 years before humans did
  • Elven cities were rebuilt by humans to human cities for example Novigrad, Oxenfurt, Vizima, Tretogor, Maribor, Cidaris, Cintra
  • Geoffrey Monck went to Loc Muinne to convince elves to accept human kids who were to be taught by elven mages. After few years marshal Raupenneck from Tretogor went to Loc Muinne and killed all the elves living there. That’s how the war between elves and humans started and it ended at Shaerrawedd where all the elves were massacred
  • Elves move faster than humans
  • Their clothes usually have their favourite leaf pattern
  • Scoia'tael dont wear armor
  • They believe if you visit place where something important happened it may happen again
  • Elves are bound by their land - territory while dwarves live in clans - thats why its easier for dwarves to live among humans than for elves
  • Elven callendar is divided into Solar holidays - Solstices (Midwinter, Midsummer) Equionoxes (Birke, Velen) and Lunar holidays - Imbaelk, Belleteyn, Lammas, Saovine.   
  • Elves are usually in good body shape/condition
  • Very low percentage of elven blood in humans wont influence human features and no one can tell if the human had some elf ancestor
  • Aen Saevherne are small group of elves who are known for their big knowledge on various subjects, they have prophetic powers and knowledge of magic though not every elven mage is Aen Saevherne. Known Aen Saevherne are Auberon Muircetach, Lara Dorren, Avallac'h and Ida Emean aep Sivney.
  •  Lara Dorren was destined to have an unordinary child. She felt in love with a human - Cregennan of Lod and got pregnant with him. Their relationship wasnt accepted well by some humans and elves and humans were the reason why both lovers died. Before Lara died she gave a birth to her child who got saved and could pass Lara’s gen on.
  •  Aen Seidhe and Aen Elle dont share the same language - Aen Seidhe talk in Hen Llinge while Aen Elle talk in Ellylon.
  • Torc is a symbol of a ruler. Auberon wears one.
  • Elves hardly show any emotions in front of humans and dont talk much to them
  • Aen Seidhe eventually left the world of humans through the Gate - according to Nimue they took all their art and statues or destroyed them
Old friends (5/?)


Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: a little kissing  swearing, drama, angst.


Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

 You wake up to beeping, and something squeezing your hand.

  “Y/n, wake up. Please. I don’t know if you can hear me….” You recognize the voice within 2 seconds. Sam’s such a sap. You mentally roll your eyes. He keeps talking, while you wait for the perfect moment to to say something. “You’re the sister I-” Your eyes are open now but Sam has his head laying on the hospital bed. Seriously? What else could he possibly say? You slowly move your other hand up, removing the oxygen mask on your face. Finally, Sam pauses, giving you the perfect opportunity. You yell or at least try to.

  “Sam!” It comes out raspy and you feel like you sound like an angry old man. He nearly falls out of his seat.

   “Dammit, Y/n! What the hell!” You attempt to laugh, but immediately regret it. Your entire body feels like it got hit by a bus. Trying to yell sends a wave of pain through you that you’ve never experienced before. At that moment, it all comes back to you; the fire, the hydra agent, Josh, everything. You’re eyes go wide and you feel like you can’t get enough air in your lungs. You can hear Sam repeating your name, and then yelling for the Doctor.

Ross is hydra. That’s the only explanation, right?

  “Hello y/n, I’m Dr. Cho, but you can call me Helen. It’s great to finally meet you.” You try to come back to your senses and reply to her. “Same here, Helen. How bad is the damage?” Here we go.

   “Nothing life threatening or permanent. Two severely bruised ribs, a mild concussion, and a black eye. You inhaled a dangerous amount of smoke, so I’ve had you on oxygen since they brought you over from the other hospital. Your lungs should be mostly clear within a day or two, but as you heard already your voice may not be back to full strength right away.”

  “How long have I been out?” you only get a whisper out.

  “About 10 hours. You spent two hours at another hospital until we got you transferred here.” Am I at the tower? Where is ‘here’?

“Am I at the tower?” You ask in a quiet voice. She nods and tells you that you’re on the medical level. Huh, I never even knew this was here. Cool.

  “The team has been in and out, but I prefer only one person in here with you at a time, that’s why Sam stayed.” You look over at Sam but he’s staring at his hands. Helen leaves you alone with Sam, and you’re just waiting for him to pitch a fit. But when the moment doesn’t come, you turn to him.

  “On a scale of 1-10, how mad are you?” There’s no humor in your voice. You barely register that it’s your own. You just want an honest answer and for him to get the lecture over with.

  “Five. I would have done the same damn thing, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay, Y/n.“ He sounds worn out, and you feel bad. The pocket knife, oh my God I need to tell Sam everything NOW. You go to sit up but your ribs stop you.

  "Fuck! This hurts like hell.”

  “If bruised ribs are anything like broken ribs, you’re going to have a hell of time moving around.”

  “Thanks, that’s exactly what I want to fucking hear.” You roll your eyes and continue, “Listen Sammy, I have to tell you what happened.” He looks at you confused, but he pours you a cup of water and waits for you to be able to continue. You drink the water slowly, and it feels ridiculously soothing going down your throat. After your finish it, you take a deep breath and prepare yourself. “I went into the building to get Joshua, ya know, one of the Duncan’s kids. When I entered the apartment, there was a man. That’s where all the injuries mostly came from. He threw me around like a fucking ragdoll. I knocked him over, something flew out of his pocket. Go in my pants pocket, I picked it up when I was trying to get away.” Sam moves to the dresser next to the hospital bed and pulls out your pants. He sticks his hands in all the pockets until he finds the knife. He takes it out and sees the symbol on it.

 "You’ve got to be kidding.“

 "Just wait, it gets better. He was an inhuman, or experiment, I’m not too sure. He had fire coming out of his hands, and the fire around him wasn’t phasing him. When he thought I was down for good, he said 'you should be careful whose toes you step on, you never know who their friends are’. He made a call and said I was taken care of.”

You can see the anger in Sam’s eyes as he pieces together everything. You look around the room now that you have a chance. It’s plain, but nicer than most hospital rooms. I just want to be home. As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you realize your home just burned to the ground. Everything you owned was gone. You feel tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

  “Sammy, whatever you had left there is gone. All my stuff is gone. What’s going to happen?”

 Sam moves to your side and kisses the top of your head. “It’s going to be okay. You can stay here with us. It will all work out, Y/n.” You nod trying to calm yourself down. Sam leaves to make a phone call, and when he comes back Helen is with him.

  “Well first, you are going to need help for a while. Bruised ribs take a little while to completely heal, so you may need help doing basic things, like sitting, showering, or changing.” You look over to Sam and wink and he just shakes his head. She chuckles and continues, "Second, your eye will heal quicker, but it will still hurt and your vision may be blurry for a while, so there’s no driving until it’s completely healed.”

 "Yes Ma'am. Does that mean I can leave this damn bed now?“ I just want to be in a normal bed.

 "Yes, but I need to check your lungs in a couple days. If you feel any discomfort, whether it’s when you try to sleep or during the day, let me know and I can give you pain medication.” You nod and as you try to get up on your own, Helen holds a finger up to signal you to hold on and rushes out of the room. She comes back with a smile and a wheelchair.

  “Oh hell no, I am not getting in that thing! I’m not 90. I can walk on my own.” Sam and Helen share a knowing look, but keep quiet. You get yourself on your feet but when you go to take a step, your leg gives out and your body heads straight for the floor. Sam thankfully catches you. He places you in the chair and smirks at you. You roll your eyes and mumble a thank you to Helen.

 "Can’t you push this thing any faster, Wilson? My Grandma has more speed than this.“ You know you sound like a brat but you can’t help it.

 "Alright crabby, calm down.” He rolls you into the elevator and presses the communal floor button. Fucking finally. Crap. I’m not ready for the lectures, especially Steve. I love the man, he really has a sick habit of mothering though. “You know, Barnes has been driving everyone insane since he found out.” You don’t say anything and just stare at your hands in your lap. “The fire was all over the news. It was a big deal, y/n. So was the mysterious woman that saved a child. ” OH. Well…

 "Great. How is everyone else?“ I hope everyone isn’t mad about this.

  "You’re the one that’s wrapped in bandages and you’re worried about everyone else? No one’s mad at you, Y/n, you just gave us a heart attack. Everyone is fine though. I haven’t really seen Tony. Banner said he hasn’t left the lab since the meeting.” This is what I didn’t want to happen. He feels guilty about Ross.

  You sigh. “Sam, he’s beating himself up over the Ross thing. I know it. Hasn’t anyone tried to talk to him?“

 "Steve tried but got nowhere. Bruce said he’ll only discuss projects with him.”

Mental note : Take care of Tony after you deal with everyone when you get home.


 You ditch the wheelchair in the elevator, ignoring Sam’s pleas to just suck it up and use it. Taking three steps off the elevator, you already have Natasha and Wanda right in front of you.

 "Y/n, we’re so happy you’re okay!“ Wanda goes to hug you but stops. She must have remembered your ribs. Spreading your arms as open as you can, you wiggle your fingers while looking at the girls.

 "You two better fucking hug me. I’m not a piece of glass; I won’t break.” They smile, gently hugging you. When they let you go, you see Steve behind them. And it begins…

 "Alright Steve, lay it on me. I’m ready for the ‘don’t be a hero speech’.“ You try to cross your arms but realize it’s an awful idea. Everyone sees you struggle and gives you sympathetic looks. "Don’t look at me like that! I’m fine! Give me the damn speech, Rogers.” Your attitude was on full display now.

  “ Does everyone think I’m going to lecture them about everything?” Steve throws his arms in the air. You let out a quiet laugh and step towards him. You snake your arms around his tiny waist, giving him a light hug, as he kisses the top of your head.

 "What you did was brave, but don’t ever do that again, Y/n.“

  You look up at him and beam a smile at him, "Yes Captain!” He rolls his eyes while everyone else laughs. You hear Bucky’s laugh somewhere in the room but you don’t see him.

  “Barnes, are you hiding from me?” You ask playfully. You hear his laugh again and he appears from behind Steve.

  “No, kitten. I just don’t know if I can be gentle with you.” He winks and you instantly blush.

  “Oh sweetheart, who says I want it gentle?” You hear Sam start coughing. You snort as a response, trying not to laugh so you don’t stress your throat.

 "Alright, can we not do this right now? Keep your dirty talk between you two. Damn.“ Buck rolls his eyes while you stifle a giggle. You can hear Nat and Wanda laugh and see Steve smirk.

  "On a different note, I think we need a family meeting.” You say. All you get in returned are questioning looks. “Oh, I’m sorry, did that sound like a suggestion? Because it really wasn’t. Living room in 15 minutes.” No one expects that much sass to come out of you, but you’re tired and in pain.

  “I doubt we’ll get Stark out of the lab, Y/n,” Nat says as she walks towards the kitchen. You follow, grabbing a cup of coffee with a plate of donuts from the counter.

 "Don’t worry about Tony, I’ll get him. Just make sure everyone else is there.“ Time to help Tony.


                  When you get to the lab you see Tony tinkering with his iron man mask.

  "You can’t change perfection, Tony.” He looks up and grins at you. You set the coffee and donuts down in front of him.

“Glad to see you’re still in one piece, darling. But you kinda sound like you belong in an elderly center.” He walks over and kisses your cheek. You push the coffee towards him.

  “How long have you been hiding in your lab? ” He doesn’t answer, just drinks the coffee and sets it back down. You decide to try a different tactic. “What Ross did wasn’t you fault. You didn’t know, so stop blaming yourself. I was bluffing when I said about the kid’s family and how the kid died. It was just a feeling I had. I didn’t even know his name, but I had a feeling Ross went all 9 yards when he lied to you and a made fake social media for the kid and everything. And I was right. Instead of staying in your lab and drowning in guilt all alone, why don’t you do something about it? You see these injuries? They were a  thank you gift from Ross and his friends at Hydra for what I revealed in the meeting.” That Got Tony’s attention real quick.

  “What are you-” You cut him off.

  “Come with me, please.” You turn and make you way out of the lab with Tony following you back to the communal floor. You walk in together and everyone is already there. All eyes are on you now, but you let Sam tell the story you told him in the hospital. Talking only makes everything worse right now. Fuck this.  You slowly sit on the couch with Wanda and Natasha, listening to Sam tell them about the hydra agent and what he said. Everyone was silent, which kind of scares you.

 You stand up and try to clear your throat. “We have no real proof that he is Hydra. All we have is an assumption based on what the agent said, and that he lied to Tony to push him for the accords. You guys can’t do anything until we have more. You know he’ll probably try something again if he finds out I’m alive, but until then we have to let this go.”

 Everyone looks at you like you have eight heads. Bucky is the first one to speak.

  “Look at what he did to you! You expect us to just sit and be quiet about it? Have you lost your mind?” You wince at the tone and volume of his voice. You can feel the prick of tears in your eyes but try to push them back. Sam moves to your side, but you step away.

 "Yeah Barnes, that’s exactly what I expect. Because you are not going to put yourself in danger until it is absolutely fucking necessary. Do you understand me?“ You move so you’re standing directly in front of him. No one else dares to say anything.

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Barnes stands up straighter and glares at you. "You do not get to give me orders. You aren’t a part of this team, you don’t have a fucking say.” Ouch. Everyone is silent and in shock.

  You turn and starting to walk towards the elevator. I don’t have to stay and listen to this. You step into the elevator and are about to close the doors when Tony steps in.  He takes your hand in his and hits the button for the roof.

  “Why are we going to the roof?” You ask quietly, tears starting to run down your face.

  “It’s quiet up there. I think we both need it right now.” You stay silent for the rest of the elevator ride. You follow behind Tony as he leads you to a sitting area on the roof. As you sit down next to him, you realize you haven’t been up here yet.

. “You know, Barnes is right. You aren’t an Avenger. But you are very important to everyone on the team. Did you know that Sergeant Freezer Burn was going crazy when we saw you on the news? He tried to go to the hospital before we got you transferred here. You are just as much a part of this team as any of us. Minus all the cool stuff we get to do.”

  You roll your eyes. You know Tony’s right, you care about everyone on the team and they all seem to care for you.

 “I’ll make you a deal, T. I’ll keep myself out of danger, if you promise not to keep punishing yourself for things that you have no control over.“

  Tony takes a minute to answer, but eventually nods his head in agreement.You sit together a little while longer before Tony kisses your forehead and heads back inside. You lay back on the lounger and stare up at the night sky. You hear footsteps approaching and you turn your head to see your visitor.

  "How come no one told me how nice it is up here, Steve?” You turn your gaze back to the sky. You hear him laugh and feel the chair dip next to you.

  “I thought you knew. Listen, Y/n, about what Bucky said… He’s not wrong.” You turn your head to Steve, but before you can even say anything, he covers your mouth with his hand. You raise one of your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue.

  “He also wasn’t right. He was a little harsh. I don’t blame him for it though. None of us want to see you get stuck in the crossfire here. We haven’t known you very long, but somehow you managed to snake your way into all of our lives in one way or another. Especially Buck’s. When he first came back from Wakanda, he didn’t speak to anyone besides me. It took him months to adjust to the team, even then he was still cautious of how he acted or what he said in front of them. Then all the sudden you came walking through these doors. The day we met you was the first time I saw a glimpse of the old Bucky I knew. The ladies man, you know he use to be very smooth with the dames back in our day.” By now, Steve removed his hand and you were both smiling.

  “You are the only girl I’ve seen him be that way with. Hell, he’s getting closer to you than he is with most of the team, Y/n. So just don’t be mad at him for protecting you. He just spoke what all of us were thinking. And frankly, you’re getting real bossy, Y/n.” He smiles and laughs as you elbow him in the side.

  “Yeah well, someone’s got to keep you idiots in line. I’m sorry for overstepping like that, Steve, but you know I’m right about having to wait it out.”

  “Yeah, I guess you were. Just let Buck off easy, alright? He means well.” You nod and Steve disappears back inside. You turn back to look at the stars and find yourself drifting off.


You wake up to someone rubbing your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Bucky standing above you with a smirk on his face.

  “I could get use to you being underneath me.” Are you serious right now? Wait am I still on the roof?

  You ignore him and sit slowly sit up to look around. Yup, still on the roof. You start to stand up and Bucky goes to help you up, but you shake him off. You begin trudging towards the elevators when Bucky speaks up.

 "You know, they took everything from me before; Steve, my arm, my memories, my freedom. Now, they almost took you too.“ You stop dead in your tracks and whirl around.

 "I know, Barnes. I can’t even begin to understand what you went through.” You take one of his hands in yours. “But I can’t let you throw yourself in danger to get back at them for a couple of bruised ribs and a black eye.” He stands up in front of you and gently traces around the black circle over your eye. You’re looking anywhere but into his eyes. “I can’t lose you, Buck. Any of you.”

  He nods. “Let’s get you to bed; it’s late.” He stands up, still holding onto your hand.

  “I’m going to stay in the infirmary tonight,” you say regretfully. “I think I need Helen to give me something for my ribs and see if there’s anything she can do about my throat.” He has a somber look on his face . You wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face against his chest.

  “We’ll get him eventually, Buck.” He walks you to the elevator and you get off at the hospital floor. The nurse on duty hooks you up to an IV with morphine to help with the pain and you eventually doze off into a peaceful sleep.


 For the first couple days, Helen has you attached to the IV meds to help with the pain.Your throat is still tender, but your voice is getting closer to normal. After the second day, you’re getting sick of staying in the medical bay. You try to get out of the bed, but the drugs are making you feel a little light headed and loopy. You giggle to yourself when you finally make it out of bed, wheeling the IV stand with you to the elevator. In the elevator, you press the button for the communal level and you look to the doors where you see your reflection. Your hair’s a mess, and the black eye is still apparent. You pull up Sam’s giant shirt and tie it below your chest. You traced your hands over the bruises on your ribs, and then over your eye. They weren’t as dark anymore, but they were still pretty bad. I look like a hobo. These sweats are so baggy, I’m surprised they haven’t fallen off yet.

 When the doors open, you make your way to the couch. Your vision was slightly blurry either from the black eye, drugs, or both. But you safely made your way onto the couch without falling off or over, so that was an accomplishment. You hear the elevator doors open and let out an annoyed sigh.

 Before you can tell who it is you speak up, slightly slurred, "I am not going back to the medical wing, so don’t waste your breathe!” It comes out sassier than you intended, and you sound slightly drunk.

 You hear a deep laugh and turn your head and see Tony. He actually kept to the deal? Good man stark, good man. He plops down next to you and grabs the remote for the TV.

“I’m not going to make you go back, I can only imagine how boring it was there.” How does anyone not like Tony?

  “I see you’re out of your lab of self pity. Does that mean you’re coming up with a plan, Iron Ass?”

  He laughs and continues flipping through the channels. “I’m working on it, kiddo.” You sit silently, watching whatever movie he turns on. You can’t really focus on it too much; whatever painkillers Helen gave you are hitting you hard. You hear the elevator doors open again but don’t bother to look and see who it is.

 "Why aren’t you in the infirmary, y/n?“ BUCKY! YAY!

 You look at Bucky and start giggling. "Tony says I don’t have to go back!” You stick your tongue out at Bucky and turn back to the TV.

 "For the record, I never said that.I said that I don’t blame her for ditching the med level. It’s awful there.“ Bucky glares at him and Tony puts his hands up in surrender. He places the remote next to you, and pats your leg.

 "Good luck dealing with Robocop, dear.” Tony leaves for the elevator and Bucky stands directly in front of you, glaring at you .Good God, how can he be attractive all the damn time. Get ugly Barnes.

 "Uh Buck, I’m trying to watch tv but your beautiful body is blocking it.“ You smile up at him. You can see his glare start to fade.

 "What the hell is Helen giving you, Doll?” You giggle and shrug your shoulders, pointing to the IV connected to you arm.

 "I have no clue, but I like it.“ You giggle again and hear him chuckle.

 "Don’t ya think you should be in bed with all those drugs running through you? How did you even make it up here, Kitten?” Damn, I fucking love when he calls me that.

 "Well, take me to bed, Sergeant,“ you practically purr at him. You can see a shift in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. He kneels next you the couch and looks are you. You just stare into his eyes.

"Come on, let’s go, Y/n.” Your eyes widen. No way, he’s not taking me to bed. This is great!

 A big grin make its way to your face and you go to stand up.You get halfway up, but suddenly feel dizzy. You fall back onto the couch, groaning. You close your eyes and feel Bucky cup your cheek with his metal hand. You lean into it.

 "What’s wrong, y/n? Does something hurt? Should I call Helen?“ You feel like he’s bombarding you with a million questions, but in reality it was only three.

 "No no, I’m okay.” Your speech is getting slurred again. “Just a little light headed, sweetheart.” Bucky’s eyebrows raise at the petname you let slip. You giggle again and gaze at him.

 "Don’t look so surprised, Barnes. I know that you know that I know how I feel about you.” Your sentence sounds jumbled,and not very clear, but Bucky is too entertained to stop you.

 "What is it that you think I know, Doll?”

 "That I like you, duh. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you haven’t done anything about it, Sergeant Cockblock.“ You snort at yourself. Bucky is trying not to laugh. He’s also trying to figure out if you’re telling the truth or if it’s the drugs. He always just assumed your relationship would go as far as flirting. Neither of you ever brought up the almost kisses or the sexual tension. You just went with the flow.

 When he looks back at you, you are already looking at him "Well? Are you ever going to kiss me, or just keep playing with me Barnes?” You may be a little doped out, well maybe more than a little, but this has been going through your head since the night on the balcony. Is he ever going to tell me? I better fucking remember this. I wonder if giraffes ever cuddle.

  Before he can answer, you blurt out your last thought. "James, do you think giraffes cuddle?” He lets out a loud laugh. God I love that sound.

 "Alright pretty girl, I think it’s time for a nap.“ He grabs a pillow and blanket from the other couch and when he turns back, you’re already asleep. He lays you down on the couch and covers you up. Leaning over, he kisses your forehead. As he pulls away. you turn and look at him.

"When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you, Sergeant.” You wink, then slowly close your eyes. He smiles, praying you stick to your word.


You wake up on the couch with Helen in front of you.

“Well I see you escaped the med level, Y/n.” You smiled shyly, moving to stretch. You let out a loud screech when you feel a sharp pain. Fuck I how did I forget? You put your hands on your ribs, feeling tears rolling down your puffy cheeks. Helen sends you a sad smile while disconnecting you from the IV.

 "I suggest we take you off the IV during the day, stick to tylenol for now. We’ll use it at night so you can sleep without discomfort.“ You nod, the tears still flowing. "It will heal soon, Y/n. I know it’s stressful to feel vulnerable. From what I can see, everyone here is ready to help you at any minute of they day. Don’t underestimate how much your friends care for you.” You let Helen’s words sink in as she leaves you on the couch.

  “FRIDAY, where is everyone and how long was I asleep?”

  “Good evening miss Y/n, it’s 6:38 p.m. You’ve been asleep for about 15 hours. The team was called to an important conference about 13 hours ago. They are due back before tomorrow.”

 "Holy fuck.“ I slept 15 fucking hours. Why didn’t anyone wake me when they left? Rude. "Did they leave any notes for me?” Doubt it.

 "Agent Romanoff wanted me to remind you that you cannot change, or shower, without help, and not to even try because there will be consequences. If you need help, I can call Dr. Cho. Do not put any stress on your ribs or abdomen for the time being.“

 You sit and stare at the ceiling for awhile. You have Friday call Helen to help you out of your clothes and she suggests putting a robe on, that way you and slide it on and off. You go into Sam’s room and find long red robe. As you sit in Sam’s room, being happy you don’t sound like 90 year old smoker anymore, you start to remember bits and pieces of the conversation between you and Bucky. "When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you Sergeant” Real smooth, y/n. Maybe you should actually do something about it this time.

 "FRIDAY, tell me when the team is 10 minutes out, please.“ She agrees. You spend the rest of the night sleeping and waiting.

A couple hours later, FRIDAY alerts you that the team is 10 minutes out. You throw some pants on under Sam’s robe and make your way to the hangar. When the jet lands, the door opens and everyone strolls out. Some of the team look aggravated, some just look exhausted. You give everyone hello hugs, until you got to Bucky. Nut up or shut up, Y/n.

  You walk up to him with a sly smirk across your face. "Welcome home, Barnes.” He smiles and goes to put his arms around your waist. You stop him with a hand to his chest. You fist your hands in the low part of his jacket and yank it down so he’s almost your height. His eyes grow wide and your smirk gets bigger. You take the last step, closing any distance between your bodies, and place your lips against his. How are his lips so soft? You feel his hands on your waist as his lips melt with yours. He laces one of his hands in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You part your lips to let out a gasp and he uses that moment to bite your bottom lip between his.

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  You can hear the team yelling a mix of  "finally", whistling, and then there’s Sam who is fake gagging very loudly. You pull away to catch your breath and see the blissful smile on Bucky’s face. Your cheeks are tinted pink and so are his.

 "Well hello to you too, Kitten.” You roll your eyes and push away from him.

 "Don’t get use to this, Buck!“ you yell over your shoulder as you make your way over to the team. Everyone has smirks on the faces and Sam is the first one to speak.

  "How come you don’t welcome me home like that Y/n? I thought we were cool!” If you roll your eyes any harder they’ll permanently be in the back of your head. You wiggle your finger at Sam signaling him to bend to your height, and place a kiss on his cheek.

 "You happy now you big baby?“ Everyone laughs and continues on there way to the communal level.


"So what was this big meeting about guys. You were gone for awhile.” You ask as you sit next to Bucky on the couch. He throws his arm over your shoulders and keeps smirking at you.

  You lean up and whisper in his ear, “Behave yourself soldier.” You nip his ear and turn back to the team, waiting for an answer.  You see everyone sharing concerned looks.

  You raise your eyebrows. “Don’t all talk at once.”

Steve was the one to speak up. “We had a meeting with Fury, concerning Ross. He had new information on Hydra.”

  “Okay…And are you going to share it with me or keep taking dramatic pauses, Rogers?” You’re getting irritated, but you thought this Ross thing was going to be on the back burner for the time being.

  “That’s classified, Y/n, but we are going after Ross. Soon.” You’ve hit your tipping point.

 "Did any of you consider the fucking outcome of going after him this early, with so little information?  Unless Furry gave you golden fucking information, you are putting yourselves in unnecessary danger. Ross will try something again when he realizes I’m not fucking dead, so why rush?!“ You’re yelling at this point, with your finger pointed at Steve. No one dares to comment. You expect Bucky to, but he won’t even look at you right now.

   Steve tries again. "Y/n, you don’t understand. They-”

  “They what, Steve? What could they possibly have that’s going to make this okay?”
  “They know you’re still alive. Hydra put a hit out on you. You have a fucking target on your back. Your safety is jeopardized because of being friends with us.”  

Oh…Shit… I didn’t see that coming.


@agentraven007 , @cookaloo

au’s for when both members of your otp are famous

ways to meet

  • “you’re in a super famous band and everyone on twitter has been tweeting me links of this one interview and i just checked it and almost shit my pants… i’m your celebrity crush?? what??” AU
  • “you were photographed by paparazzi reading the book i wrote” AU (bonus: “… and i feel like such a fangirl/boy but holy crap i based an entire character off of you this is really bad i wonder if you noticed yikes” AU)
  • “our record labels scheduled a writing session for the two of us to work together” AU (bonus: “they don’t know we’ve banged and wow this is awkward hi sorry the last time you saw me was me crying during my fourth orgasm screaming ‘i love you’ over and over wow” AU)
  • “so i’m a really well known director and i’m usually working on movies and stuff but i decided to try my hand at something else so hi, i’m directing your new music video” AU
  • “i’m a pretty well known youtuber and i’m interviewing people on the red carpet at [whatever awards show] and oh my god you’re so hot in person… oh my god did i just say that out loud, into a microphone, to your face, on live television? fuck.” AU
  • “i have a bad image in the press right now because i did a few things i shouldn’t have done so we have to fake date now because you’re ‘america’s sweetheart’ and i swear i’m trying really hard not to but you’re not making it easy to not fall for you” AU
  • “fake dating for publicity” AU
  • “fake dating” in general AU
  • “i’m part of an up and coming band and you’re a huge singer that’s playing sold out stadiums across the world and i think i might be hallucinating right now but did you just ask my band and i to open for you?” AU
  • “i’m a famous photographer and you’re a well-known model and we’re working together on this shoot for [clothing brand] also we’re going on an all-expense paid trip to tahiti” AU
  • “our fans ship us together” AU

while dating

  • “this is our first awards show we’re attending together as a couple and usually these events scare the crap out of me but with you by my side, i don’t think i’ve stopped smiling the whole night” AU (bonus: “the pictures of us on the red carpet are fucking adorable we look so in love oh my god” AU)
  • “i was coming to surprise you on your movie set but some fans recognized me at the airport and put it on social media and you just surprised me in the luggage claim what the hell i was supposed to surprise you” AU
  • “you’re visiting me on set today because you’ve been gone for a few weeks on a promo tour and i’m pretty sure you’re jealous of my costar and it’s actually kind of cute” AU
  • “we’re both singers and we just surprised your fans at your concert when you started playing ‘lucky’ by jason mraz and i popped out from the sidestage to sing it with you” AU
  • “i’ve been traveling with you a little bit on tour because my work schedule calmed down a little bit and i just got off the phone with my manager and guess what!! i got nominated for [award]!!!” AU
  • “you wrote a really sappy song about me and all of my costars are laughing at me because i’m crying over it right now” AU

after the breakup

  • “i was really freaking excited because i just landed a huge role but i just found out that we play lovers in it and wow this really sucks because i’m still in love with you” AU
  • “so after we broke up i ended up writing an entire album about you and it got nominated for a grammy and oh my god you’re announcing the category and fucking shit– you just announced my name” AU
  • “literally the only thing i’m ever asked in interviews about anymore is you and it’s getting really annoying because you broke up with me and i still have a bunch of unresolved feelings about that and random people bring it up is not helping me get over you” AU
  • “we’re both up for the same award and the media is having a field day about our ‘feud’ even though we haven’t spoken in months” AU
Amid the Ruins

x

for @jadekitty777

written by : @megapieceoftrash


Standing in the smoking remains of her old base, staring into the hurt, frightened eyes of the person she loved more than anyone else, Amelia knew it was too late to feel remorse. If she had wanted to stop this, she would have had to let Faith die, and god, Amelia would kill the whole damn world before that happened, humans, walkers and all.

“Why?” Faith’s voice cracked, right down the middle, tearing through Amelia’s heart. “Why would you do this?”

Amelia put on the darkest smile she could manage, “The strong survive, Faith, that’s just the way things work.”

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A/N: Hi so um, I wrote a thing. Please tell me if you like the thing. This is loosely based on the musical The Last Five Years, so the timeline jumps around a bit. If you are not familiar with the show it’s okay, it’s not crucial.. Anyways, sorry if this isn’t very good, I tried writing it once before for something else, but I’m liking how this one is turning out way more.

Warnings: none? Some mild drinking and I think there is one swear

word count: 3,284  

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Autumn, Fifth Year

A hand-written letter lay open on the desk before you. There was once a time when you loved coming home to see notes around the apartment, cute little messages or words of encouragement for the day. Now they just served as a sick reminder of what was.

What was, was such a bold and clear statement for what was happening. What was, made it sound like this was a recent discovery, when in fact it was months and months of buildup. No matter how many photos you hung on the wall or how many flaws you tried to cover there was no denying that. Maybe if you had been given one more day together it could have been different. Maybe there could’ve been a compromise when there was no more lies to tell. And maybe, just maybe, you could’ve seen this coming.

It wasn’t certain if it was all supposed to end this way. Though it seemed now there wasn’t much you could do about it. It was not your choice to make, he had decided that for you both. That idea had been locked away the moment something better had presented itself. Someone.

If this was how your story was supposed to end maybe you shouldn’t have started it to begin with. You could have saved yourself from the scars and pain that had been left in his wake. Looking back on everything you don’t know how someone could move on, but it was something you were going to have to do. Something you were going to do alone, in an apartment full of every lie and reminder of why you were broken. The very letter that triggered it all still in front of you, next to it a ring that served only as an empty promise. Crying to yourself silently, because for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to breakdown like you so desperately wanted. While it hurt to keep it in, you knew it would only hurt yourself more to let everything out. Perhaps that was the easier part in running, you didn’t have to live with it all.

No.

It wasn’t that simple, not for you at least.

Eventually you would stop hurting, but for now you would have to learn to live with it. Now you would have to try and see the new beginning at the end of this sad chapter. If not for yourself, then for the girl you used to be. The girl who was so happy and full of love, the girl Spencer fell in love with.

Spencer

Just thinking of his name made another wave of tears fall. You didn’t wipe them away; it didn’t matter anymore. It’s not like there was anyone there to see you cry anyways. He wasn’t there, Spencer was gone. There was no clock to turn back, no story to rewrite that was going to change that, you could see that now. But that didn’t stop it from hurting. Somehow, through these tears, you’d find there was something to take from all of this. For now, though, you’d cry. You’d cry, and hurt, and reminisce of the years spent.


Spring, First Year

Parties weren’t normally your thing. It’s not like you completely resented them, they just weren’t at the top of your list on how to spend your weekend. However, your roommate, Penelope, insisted on dragging you along to her friend’s engagement party.

“Y/N could you be any slower?”

You rolled your eyes at your blonde roommate, quickening your pace to join her up the walkway to a very busy house. Penelope was already up the front steps and knocking by the time you had finally reached her. For a girl in five inch heels she could move. You bounced on the balls of your feet, anxiety settling in as you waited for the door to be answered. Should you have gotten a different gift? The bottle of wine you had bought weighing you down and causing you to slightly panic, especially when you saw the personalized His & Her towels Penelope had got. The wine, though pricey, and would definitely be setting you back on next month’s rent, suddenly seemed like a very stupid idea. Penelope had insisted it was fine, that you didn’t need to buy a gift anyways given you had only found out you were coming with her this morning. Your inner monologue was cut short when the door opened, a lean brunette male behind it.

“Will!” Penelope grinned, throwing her arms around him.

Will laughed, returning the eager woman’s bone crushing hug. Something about his expression told you that he still hadn’t become accustomed to Penelope Garcia’s hugs. The two pulled away and Will opened the door further, inviting both of you inside. You followed behind Penelope, thanking Will as you entered the house.

“You remember, Y/N, my roommate” Penelope turned to Will, taking off her jacket as she spoke. You offered him a kind smile, waving your free hand awkwardly. You and Will had only met once or twice, when he and his fiancé, Jennifer, had come over to the apartment. Not much had ever been said, you usually opted to stay in your room or go out with your own friends whenever your roommate had company over.

“It’s nice to see you again” Will returned your smile, then taking Penelope’s jacket from her and hanging it in the hall closet.

“You too.” You said, reaching out to shake Will’s hand. He smiled again, giving your hand a firm shake and you felt your nerves start to ease. Penelope grabbed you by the wrist, telling Will she would catch up with him later, and lead you through the house. You followed along, despite kinda knowing the engaged couple and being here with someone you still felt out of place. Penelope wedged the two of between a pair of men chatting at the end of the hall, you apologized to them as you were dragged along behind her towards another blonde standing at the entrance of the living room.

“Garcia!” the blonde pulled Penelope into a hug, releasing you from her hold.

“JJ!” Penelope was practically bouncing as she hugged her newly engaged friend. She handed JJ the gift bag containing the towels she had gotten for her and Will. JJ thanked her and placed it next to the growing pile of gifts beside the couch. They started talking and you started to feel more out of place than you had before. However, that soon left your mind when JJ turned to you and pulled you into a hug much like the one she gave Penelope.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you!” You couldn’t help but grin at her greeting. In the few times, you had met, JJ had always been very welcoming and sweet. You hadn’t met a lot of Penelope’s friends, but she was by far your favorite.

“It’s good to see you, Jennifer.” You replied to the kind blonde woman.

“Please, call me JJ” she insisted. You nodded and offered her the bottle of wine you brought. JJ thanked you and took the bottle, raising her eyebrows at the label, looking impressed. You felt relief wash over, glad the fancy wine was a suitable gift.

“Morgan is in the kitchen if you wanted to go say hi” JJ said to Penelope. The woman’s eyes lit up behind her glasses and she thanked JJ, pressing a kiss to her cheek before hurrying off, leaving you with JJ. Trying your best not to make the situation uncomfortable, you made small talk. You asked how the wedding planning was and she said it was going fine and that her and Will were going to test cakes next weekend. She asked you how your career was and if you were still dating that guy from your improv troupe, both of which were negative answers, but she didn’t need to know the full story. Instead, you opted for “it’s going good” and “no, not anymore.” Eventually she was pulled away by some other guests at her party, which was fine since you should probably go find Penelope anyways.

You headed off towards the direction you last saw Penelope go, hoping she hadn’t trailed off too far. Luckily the kitchen wasn’t far from where you were, and you found her standing around the kitchen island, chatting with two other men. She saw you as soon as you entered the room, waving you over to join them. You hurried over, smoothing down your dress as you approached the small group.

“I was wondering where you were!” Penelope said, handing you a drink.

“JJ and I were having polite conversation.” You explained, taking the drink from her and thanking her. Penelope rolled her eyes, lightly nudging her shoulder against yours. You took a small sip from your beverage, a simple vodka soda, knowing it was probably going to be your only drink for the night.

“There’s our next broadway star!” one of the two guys pulled you into a side hug. You laughed, hugging him back with one arm, as your other hand was holding your drink.

“Hi, Derek” you grinned up at dark skinned male. Derek Morgan was one of Penelope’s friends you knew quite well, due to their close friendship. When you had first heard her talk about him you had assumed they were dating, later realizing that calling each other “baby girl” and “chocolate thunder” was just how they were.

“Should I be expecting front row tickets to your next show any day soon?” Morgan asked, clinking his glass to yours and then taking a sip. “I have an audition on Sunday so I’ll let you know then.” You tried to play it off but deep down hoping you hadn’t just jinxed it.

“You’re an actress!” the other guy had chimed in, his words coming off more as a statement than a question. You turned towards him, nodding. Unlike Morgan, you were not familiar with him. He was tall, thin, a mop of light brown curls on his head, and unmistakably attractive.

“Y/N’s too humble to brag, but she’s really good. I took Morgan to go see her play Marian in Music Man last winter and it was amazing!” Penelope said and Morgan nodded in agreement. You blushed at your friend’s words. In all honesty, it was just small little black box production, nothing too special, but Penelope was still supportive. She brought Morgan along, and the two of them had even given you flowers and took you out to eat after. You found yourself smiling fondly at the memory. Morgan cleared his throat, elbowing the curly haired man next to him, who you had now realized had been staring at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and took another sip of your drink. Penelope and Morgan shared a look and just as you were about to ask them what was going on, JJ had entered the room.

“Hey guys, Rossi is a little drunk and giving a lecture about love, just thought you should know.” JJ said, pointing over her shoulder. Both Penelope and Morgan quickly followed, laughing about their drunken friend. Once again you found yourself alone with someone you had hardly knew. Though this time you had realized you didn’t even have a name. You two stood in silence for a while, not knowing who should speak first.

“So bride or groom?” you asked, the quiet getting to you.

“Oh, um, bride I guess.” He said, “I’m Spencer by the way.”

Spencer.

So, that was his name. You smiled and told him your name, even though he probably already knew it. You offered him your hand to shake, and for a moment, Spencer just looked at it. It was like he was trying to figure out if he should take it or not, in the end deciding to take your hand. His hand was warm, his fingers wrapping around yours. You knew that you wouldn’t mind getting the chance to have your hand in his again, but pushed those thoughts away given this was a man you had just met.

“What do you do, Spencer?” you asked when he let go of your hand. “I’m a writer.” He explained, looking at the door where his friends had just left. You wondered if he was debating on leaving, though you probably wouldn’t blame him if he did. He surprised you however, instead relaxing his shoulders and turning his attention fully towards you.

“Working on anything lately?” You reached for some pretzels in a bowl in the island, popping a couple in your mouth.

“I just finished my novel, actually.” Spencer smiled, putting both hands in his pockets, he wasn’t used to talking about himself. You gestured with your hand for him to continue, “it’s a fictional crime novel. Which, did you know that one of the first full length crime fiction stories was published in 1827? However there are actually reports of crime fiction dating back to the tales narrated by Scheherazade, and there is a certain type crime fiction going all the way back to the Ming dynasty.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting the brief history lesson to come from the young man’s mouth. Spencer trailed off, immediately thinking his rambling had scared you off. Though, it was quite the opposite. You found yourself impressed, not just for his knowledge but for how he chose to display it. Spencer easily could’ve taken the opportunity to brag about his novel, hell, you half expected it. Instead, he chose to tell you facts and statistics, a genuine interest to him.

“No, I did not know that.” You said simply and you saw Spencer visibly relax. He broke out into a wide smile and looked down at his feet. “Did you always want to be an actress?”

You shrugged at the question, but answered anyways. You told him about how when you were a little girl you saw your cousin in her school play and immediately fell in love. After months of begging you had convinced your parents to sign you up for an after-school theatre program and had been hooked ever since. After high school, you moved to New York, and although it’s been a struggle, you haven’t looked back since. You asked him about becoming a writer, and he in turn told you about how his mother used to read to him a lot and he had found himself escaping into books at a very young age. Spencer was easy to talk to; his ramblings were adorable and he liked asking you questions about yourself. You found out that the two of you had a lot in common; you both lived in the city, you both had similar tastes in tv and literature. Honestly the more you got to know Spencer, the more attracted you became towards him. To him however, you were easily one of the most exciting people he had ever met. Maybe it was because he had never met someone like, or maybe it was because talking to you felt like talking to some he had been waiting so long for. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it. He had been waiting for someone like you.

Towards the end of the night the two of found yourselves sitting on the back steps of JJ and Will’s house. Spencer was laughing at some story you had told him about an audition you once botched when first moved to the city. His laughter died out when the back door opened. You both turned to see Penelope standing there, hands on her hips, and an accusatorial look on her face.

“Are you aware that I have been looking all over for you two?” She said, speaking to you and Spencer like two children being caught red handed. “Sorry, Pen.” you chucked, standing up and dusting off your pants, “are we going?”

Penelope nodded, making her way down the steps. She hugged Spencer goodbye, explaining that she had work early in the morning. As they talked you looked down at your phone, realizing you had been here for almost five hours now. You hadn’t realized so much time had passed, you hadn’t even planned on staying late because of the long drive back home. Most of the guests were probably gone by now. Penelope and Spencer pulled away, she went to say something else to him but noticed his gaze lingering over her shoulder. The blonde turned to look at you, your eyes still fixed at your phone. A knowing grin crossed her face and she immediately excused herself, “I’ll go warm up the car.”

She gave you a quick thumbs up before hurrying back into the house. Something told you that she wasn’t actually going to the car and was probably gossiping to JJ inside. You looked back at Spencer, not entirely sure what to do next. Do you hug him like Penelope had? Should you give him your number? Although neither seemed like a bad idea, you still went the safe route and reached your hand out.

“Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

Spencer took your hand in his, smiling, “it was my pleasure.”

You held hands for longer than necessary for a handshake but it didn’t seem like the two of you cared. When you finally had let go, you stepped away first, heading back up the steps to the house. Spencer followed behind, but when you reached the door he stopped you, lightly grabbing your arm.

“Can I call you sometime?” He asked. You nodded, handing him your phone and him doing the same. You punched your number into his contacts, adding a blushing smiley face by your name because why not? Once you each entered your numbers in you handed the other their phone back. He smiled at your name before slipping the phone back into his pocket. You exchanged goodbyes again and hurried through the house and out the front door where, to your surprise, Penelope was waiting with the car running in the driveway.

“Shut up” you blushed, setting into the passenger side and buckling your seat belt.

“I didn’t say anything!” Penelope defended, but her smile told you that there was definitely a lot of things she wanted to say. She pulled out of the driveway and you looked back at the house, smiling fondly. You turned back towards Penelope, opening your mouth to say something. Whatever you were going to say left your mind when your phone started ringing. Confused, you reached for it, not sure who could be calling you right now. Giddy excitement flooded over you seeing the name “Spencer Reid” flashing across the screen.

“Hello?” You answered. There was some shushing in the background, from what you could only assume was Morgan giving Spencer a pep talk.

“Hey, Y/N!” Spencer stuttered out from the other side, he said something to the people around him, quieting them “a-are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

You thought, remembering worked a day shift so you should be good, “no, why?”

“Do you wanna maybe have dinner? With me?” He sounded nervous and you immediately wanted to reassure him that he didn’t have to be

“I’d love too” you heard someone cheer in the background and one again Spencer urged them to be quiet. You covered you mouth with your hand, trying to muffle your laughter because this was too adorable. You told Spencer you’d text him when you got off work tomorrow and he eagerly agreed before hanging up. You bit your lip, smiling down at your phone.

Parties weren’t normally your thing, but this one didn’t seem so bad.


(Fe)male

When I’m wondering if I find something sexist I turn the sexes around in my head. it’s fun, it’s helpful, it’s enlightening, so let’s do it with Jon and Daenerys. 

Here we go:

This self-proclaimed king guy with a huge foreign army wants to conquer land and tells the new people-proclaimed queen in the north to come his way to bend her knee. She shows up cause she wants to save the people and needs his help to do so. There’s no reason for the guy to not believe this, cause she honestly wouldn’t come if she wasn’t desperate for help to save the lives the dragon guy desperately wants to rule yet brutally murders with fire just cause he’s frustrated things aren’t going his way like they usually do. Our girl shows up and it turns out the guy doesn’t want to listen and she tells them she wants to go back home. Unfortunately, dragon guy took her boat and her sword, so she’s a prisoner. The guy is keeping the Queen in the North against her will, because she refuses to swear fealty to a guy she knows nothing about.

Queen in the North has to listen to bullshit propaganda about dragon guy saving lives. His best buddy tells her he follows the guy willingly, yet oddly, he is trying to convince the queen to force everyone else to unwillingly follow dragon guy, just cause he’s dragon guy and dragon guy’s dad was insane and mad but still king! dragon guy wants all his daddy’s privilege but none of his mistakes. Also, the dragon guy has a good heart and means well. Who cates about him never having seen Westeros I mean, totally irrelevant. 

Guy let’s the queen in the north mine glass so she has something to do and won’t have time to rebel against him, then this guy actually has the guts to tell her she’s being arrogant for not swearing an oath of loyalty just cause he believes the world is his birthright. It’s not like the guy has no flying right to tell someone else pride shouldn’t matter, cause every time the guy shows up his twenty titles have to be screamed in people’s faces. The guy also tries to emotionally manipulate her into kneeling, tells her she’s being selfish for refusing to serve him. Also, the guy only wants to help the queen in the North with saving the world if the queen in the north makes the guy ruler of a land he’s never seen and knows shit about, also, clearly doesn’t care about cause he only wants to save it when they sink down on their knees for him.

Oh, and the queen in the North is also slowly starting to feel sexually attracted to this arrogant worthless shit who keeps her imprisoned because… I don’t know why? The guys seems to have literally nothing in common with the Queen in the North so honestly, the only thing I can think of is, maybe—- fanservice?

HA and people say Dany critics are sexist? I’ve said it before, but the woman finds more privilege in being blonde gorgeous girl (all these guys who follow her cause she’s hot, example nmbr 1) than anything else. 

Just know that the relationship between Dany and Jon is an unhealthy on, no matter what happens.


PS, if you were wondering if some of dragon guys character traits sound familiar to you, it’s cause you remember Stannis. 

A Perfect Encounter - Part 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU!

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: sometimes, being at the wrong place at the right time means that your life can change.  

A/N: This is the thirst chapter of my prompt for @just-some-drabbles celebration!

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13 @amrita31199 @jeleners143 @storiesbyvmkessel @memory-of-a-goldfish @sphnybrid @satans-knitting-club 

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