i think a part of me will always be waiting for you

Fake Girlfriend 3 || Dan Howell

A/N: So many of you demanded more of this! I’m sorry for always making you wait a week. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Dan


Originally posted by shinyphan

Soon Y/N fell asleep next to me and I couldn’t stop myself from catching a quick glimpse of her peaceful face. My lips still prickled and my cheeks were still hot. I never thought a simple kiss could affect me that much. I wondered if she felt that spark too. I caught myself recreating the kiss in my mind and started shaking my head in disbelief and shock. What was I thinking? We never got along. We didn’t like each other. And now I was having troubles sleeping because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Breakfast is ready, lovebirds!” Aunt Sarah shouted seconds later, waking us up. Y/N yawned and ruffled through her messy hair. Her cuteness almost made me weak.

“Morning, Dan.” She said while climbing out of bed to get dressed. It was probably the first time she called me ‘Dan’ instead of ‘Howell’ and that filled me with a little feeling of excitement although it most probably didn’t mean anything.

We went downstairs to the dining room and this time we weren’t the last ones to arrive. Only Aunt Sarah and her fiancé Robert were seated at the table. The food they had prepared looked as delicious as always.

“How did you sleep, honey?” My aunt asked Y/N as soon as she sat down opposite her.

“Like a baby. I’ve never slept in a bed that’s more comfortable.” She laughed.

Before uncle Robert could finish his newspaper Harry and his sister entered the room, wishing everybody a good morning. Harry smiled at Y/N and walked over to sit on the empty chair next to her. He had the fucking audacity after what he said to me yesterday in the kitchen.

“I’m wondering how you can look so fresh and beautiful this early. What’s your secret?” Harry asked Y/N with a friendly smile loud enough for me to hear. I felt the blood rush to my head in anger. She just shrugged it off with now pink cheeks. My hands underneath the table turned to fists. He told her exactly what I thought when I woke up next to her, but I wasn’t brave enough to actually speak my mind. I was aware of the fact that she wasn’t really my girlfriend, but Harry didn’t know that and he was still flirting with her in front of my eyes. I wanted to rip his stupid head off. I think I had never eaten breakfast with so much aggression before. I nearly knocked over my cup of tea, I crushed my toast and just angrily scoffed my food in silence.

“Dan, darling, are you okay?” My auntie wanted to know, worried about me since everybody seemed to notice the negative energy that I was radiating.

“I’m just not a morning person.” I mumbled while shrugging my shoulders. As I was about to return my attention to the food in front of me I felt Y/N’s hand squeeze mine underneath the table. I stared at her in surprise. She just smiled and started gently running her palm down my biceps in an attempt to calm me down.

“You know that I can’t stand Harry, right?” she then whispered in my ear. When I had to grin like a fool at her words she giggled her oh so sweet giggle. The sight of her at that exact moment was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We just sat there in silence intensely looking at each other in what felt like speechlessness.

“So, tell me love, are you a fan of rugby? I tried to tell you yesterday that I’m on the local team and we a-“ Harry interfered, in an attempt to ruin our moment.

“Actually, I don’t like rugby at all.” Y/N admitted, shooting him an apologizing look.

“That’s exactly what Dan said every time I beat him at it.” Harry laughed with confidence, happy now that he had found a way to embarrass me.

But Y/N didn’t give him the satisfaction. “Well, I’m not the sportiest either” she said coldly, wiping that grin off his face.

After breakfast we were about to head upstairs to our room but we were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Harry asked, exiting the dining room as well. After shooting me an evil glare he added “Just the two of us.”

She shot me a sceptical look before she followed Harry to the kitchen. I just stood at the bottom of the stairs trying to make out what they were talking about, but I only heard muffled sounds. Why would he have to talk to my girlfriend one on one? I got furious again waiting for them to return as I heard loud noises coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking disgusting!” I heard Y/N shout and seconds later the door opened. She stormed out of the kitchen followed by Harry. I had never seen her this angry.

“I’m sorry, please. That’s not what I meant.” He pleaded, but she wasn’t even listening to him.

She was walking straight towards me, determination in her eyes. I didn’t know what was happening, so I just stood there waiting for her to reach me. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast, although I didn’t know why. Suddenly she stopped only centimetres in front of me and in the blink of eye she forcefully crashed her lips against mine.

I was so overwhelmed by the sudden action that I didn’t kiss back at first. It wasn’t just a quick peck like yesterday, no our lips moved in sync for quite some time. The spark was back and my whole body seemed to be on fire again. My hand wandered to her cheek that felt really hot under my touch. Behind my back I heard Harry groan angrily before he quickly went to his room after what he had just witnessed. I knew he was furious and jealous and he fucking deserved it. I smiled into the kiss and enjoyed every damn second of it, longing for nothing but the sweetness of her soft lips.

We were breathless when we let go of each other. I opened my eyes again and looked at her in utter disbelief. She just kissed me!

“I- uh- you. I mean.. we?” I stuttered completely speechless. Y/N blushed but didn’t say anything. Instead we walked up to our room. I closed the door behind us and we were greeted by silence. It was simply awkward. Before we got to this place we would’ve fought and screamed at each other, now we couldn’t even talk to each other anymore. After 15 minutes of neither of us saying something I decided to break the silence.

“Can we talk about that kiss?” I carefully asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

Even if she just kissed me to make Harry jealous it still didn’t make any sense. She shouldn’t care about me or my issues with my stupid cousin.

Her eyes widened at my question and her pink cheeks made a reappearance. It was her time to stutter now. “I – just. To be honest I think I might-“ she started but she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hey, lovebirds. We are going for a walk in the woods now. Get ready and don’t forget to wear warm clothes!” Aunt Sarah chirped without realizing that she had just ruined an important moment.

After ten minutes, we were already strolling through the snowy forest next to the mansion. The scenery looked beautiful but not as beautiful as Y/N who was wearing a beanie and had a red nose from the cold. We were comfortably chatting. It was a kind of tradition to go for a walk through the forest whenever we were over at aunt Sarah’s.

“Look, there’s a squirrel!” Y/N whisper-screamed excitedly, trying not to scare the little ball of fur.

“A squirrel?” my grandma asked. She had arrived right after breakfast and decided she was feeling well enough to join us. “Squirrels are a sign for fertility and a steamy relationship. My mother saw one right before she got pregnant with twins” Granny told Y/N and patted her back.

“Daniel, darling. You know what I am trying to say with that?” my grandma shouted over her shoulder and winked, making me swallow hard. Y/N’s cheeks were by now as red as her cold nose and she really didn’t know what to say. Why do grandparents always have to be so damn embarrassing? Granny talked to Y/N for quite some time while I had a chat with my uncle Robert.

When she could free herself from my grandma’s endless talking she quickly walked up to me.

“She asked me all kind of embarrassing questions!” Y/N told me in shock, still blushing harder than ever before.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s funny to you?” she pouted. “Why don’t you explain to your lovely grandmother that you treat me right in bed?!” she snapped, but broke out in a fit of laughter not much later.

I nearly choked on my own spit.

We both laughed and I took her hand as we continued trudging through the snow. It felt so normal to be affectionate with her now. Of course it was just to cover up my lie, right? Soon we fell behind and we couldn’t even see the others anymore.

“Dan?” Y/N asked and she stopped walking.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes?”

“About our kiss earlier.” She started, staring down at her feet.

“What about it?”

“I wasn’t acting.”

What Happens In Vegas: Part 2

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: Since you guys have been so awesome with part one, I was off today and couldn’t wait to write part two. I really hope you guys like it, and like where it’s going. Let me know what you think and, as always, please send me your feedback! ♥

Word Count: 1,024
(i couldn’t stop!)

- language. 

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine. 

You stared at Bucky, literally standing in front of you in nothing but his underwear; his arms crossed across his chest, his brow furrowed as he assessed you in your thin sheet. There was a small smirk on his face now, as the realization crossed over him that you were naked under the thin fabric. You saw this understanding wash over him and you were immediately mortified, pulling the sheet up to your chin.

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27 Dresses (Part 11)

Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”  You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.  

Warnings – Language!!

Word Count – 3,259

Notes –   This is it, the moment we’ve all been waiting for…it’s not going to be pretty! I hope you guys are prepared for this!! Only one more part to go…I’m going to go ahead and apologize for the cliffhanger, this one sucks! This one is also pretty long, but I have a lot to cram into this fic before the deadline next week!!   As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special thank you to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower for allowing me to use them as my “brides!”

*Special tag:  @stories-from-stark-tower

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Originally posted by heyfrenchfreudiana


He didn’t say a word, but you could feel him become distant behind you.  The weight of his arm was gone in a flash as he rolled over on his back.  You twisted around to look at him, but he’d covered his face with his arm, making his expression unreadable.

You got up and threw on the first clothes that you found, all the while James lay in your bed, not moving and not talking.  You couldn’t figure out what you had said to cause him to become so distant all of a sudden, and you didn’t have time to worry about it.

“You know where the coffee is,” you told him as you started out the door.  “Help yourself and stay as long as you like, just lock the door behind you.”

You waited for a second, hoping he would say something. With your heart weighing heavy in your chest and tears threatening to spill, you quietly walked out and headed down to the street.

Bucky waited until he heard the door shut before he removed the arm covering his face.  Turning his head to where you were laying just moments before, his eyes went back to the picture he’d just noticed on your nightstand.  A picture of you and Steve.


You replayed the whole morning over and over again in your mind as the cab drove to Anika’s bakery.  For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why he’d gone so cold.  You know you’d mentioned Steve’s name, but he had to know that after last night, you were moving on from Steve.  He had to know that you had chosen him.  You let out an exasperated sigh as you leaned your head back against the headrest.  Things could have been so different if you hadn’t had to run out on him like that.  Just another example of how you always sacrificed your own happiness to please others.

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Finger Guns - Jason Todd x Reader

Anon asks: “Okay but like imagine Jay and his SO lying down and making out on a couch (fully dressed no NSFW stuff happening) and then like one of Jay’s bros or Roy bust in and start pacing and ranting and so like Jay sits up but his so is still laying down and so the person ranting doesn’t realize they are there, but then like after a couple minutes Jay’s SO sits up and is like "Is this very important or can it wait?” and like Jay starts laughing. IDK I thought this was cute and funny.“

Warnings: swearing, nothing other than that I believe but tell me if there is

a/n: oh my god this is so short, but I’m actually pretty pleased with it. Also I used Roy because if it was one of Jason’s brothers he’d just be like "go. fucking go.” anyways, I hope you enjoy this anon! As always, I am open to rewrite it if you are not pleased.

Laying back on the somewhat uncomfortable white couch, your mind is elsewhere as you tug slightly on your boyfriend’s hair. Lips locked in a kiss that had lasted for what felt like hours, you weren’t focusing on the sound of a motorcycle coming to a stop outside of your apartment. You weren’t focusing on anything but Jason’s lips against yours and your growing need to take this situation to the bedroom. Or the kitchen table. Or you know, any stable surface in the apartment, you really did not care.

“Jay, let’s go.” You murmur, trying to urge your boyfriend to stop prolonging things, to stop teasing you. Really, you knew you weren’t going to get through to him, Jason was cruel when it came to things like this, testing your patience each and every time, without fail. But alas, tonight it seems you would finally get your wish.

Jason nods, rushing things along as he attempts to unbutton and unzip your jeans. He’s half-way through the process when… BANG! The door slams open hard and loud, making you jump so violently you can feel your teeth collide with Jason’s and your foreheads bang together.

“What the fuck?” You mutter, rubbing your head and feeling your now bleeding lower lip. Turns out when you jumped a mile in the air Jason reacted by accidentally biting your lip, really, really, hard. Before either you or Jason can even blink, Roy Harper comes bursting into the room, pacing and ranting at 500 miles per hour.

At his friend’s distress, Jason immediately sits up, eyebrows knit together in concern, causing you to give him a look that reads ‘what-the-shit-Jason-we-were-literally-about-to-fuck-what-is-going-on’. Now listen, you loved Roy, Roy was your best friend, you were ecstatic whenever Roy came over, but right now was terrible timing. Looking between the two man-children you consider family, your irritation builds as your arousal dies. You were still laying down, hoping that maybe Roy would get over his rant quick enough where you and Jason could get back to what you were doing. But no, no that was not going to happen. You laid back on the couch for another 15 minutes before finally sitting up, an eyebrow raised in the way that scared men to their cores.

“Okay, so is this important or can it wait? Like cause unless you’re bleeding out or the world is ending, it can wait.” You deadpan, re-buttoning your jeans, adjusting your shirt, and finger-combing your hair into place. At your sudden comment Jason bursts out into hysterical laughing, giggling so hard that he actual falls on to the ground. This situation really was a unique one. You sit on the couch, resting bitch face at 100%, Jason lays in hysterical fits of laughter on the floor, and Roy paces the room with what you now see is an arrow lodged in his thigh. Unique situation, not uncommon. This shit had to happen like 3 times a week, at least that was your estimate.

“Why are you laughing?” Both you and Roy simultaneously ask Jason. The aforementioned incredibly hot zombie tries to reclaim his breath, giggles still pouring out of his swollen lips. “B-because…Y-Y/N is ready to…murder you.” Jason manages to squeak out through wheezy laughs, clutching his stomach because laughing so hard had made it hurt.

Roy, with a somewhat hurt expression on his face, turns to you, green eyes confused. “Why do you wanna murder me? I already have an arrow in my leg…” He asks, looking like a little lost puppy. Sighing, you realize that even though he completely ruined what could’ve been a very fun time, he did have an actual arrow in his leg…oh god and he has one in his back too. You didn’t notice that.

“Because Roy, you are a pain in my ass, and a complete cockblock. But you know what? I love ya, gingersnap, so I’ll take that arrow out of your leg and the other one out of your back, okay?” You explain, getting up and lightly kissing Roy on the cheek. His eyebrows raise in understanding, as his eyes grow mischievous. “Well, I mean I could go? Leave you two to it.” He speaks, smirking at you.

“Yeah babe, Roy can take care of himself.” Jason says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against chest from behind. Apparently, he had composed himself from his earlier laughing fit.

“Yeah, how about no? This whole situation has turned me off like a fucking light-switch, and Roy has arrows in his leg and back, I don’t think that’d be comfortable to drive home with.” You articulate, shrugging Jason’s arms off of you as you go to get the first aid kit.

While checking up on the supplies, you hear muffled arguing, so you creep to the door, hearing what you can.

“Nice going man, I could’ve gotten laid, but noooo.”

“You dropped to the floor laughing, and you think I ruined your chances?”

“I will fucking shoot you.”

“Go ahead!”

“Blam, blam, blam!”

“Really Jaybird? Finger guns?”

I can’t stop thinking “What if Kaikaina came to Chorus”


Imagine Palomo wanting to be like Tucker SO MUCH so he’s hitting on the chick in yellow and she’s reciprocating??? and he’s stunned like “wait what you’re not turning me down the girls always turn Tucker down I never learned this part what do I do

And then Kai meets Jensen and INSTANT best friends and bitching about the boys and sleepovers with them and Donut and just good times??? positive shit for the war girls

But when she meets Bitters it’s like having another brother and just fuck there’s two of you now

Then she hits on Kimball and Kimball’s honestly?? so??? shocked??? like she’s so out of it once the flirt hits her bc someone actually complimented her??? This soldier actually doesn’t hate her?? and she completely misses the homo intended and accepts Kai’s compliments about her body and her mind and just more positive shit for the war girls ok

Fixing the Broken (Part 1 )

Originally posted by howifeelwhenchrisevans

New fic, probably a long one. Let me know what you think by stopping by my ask box! I am an absolute mess rn so ignore if there are any mistakes, enjoy.

Summary: Lance and Y/N are going through a divorce, but can their son change the route of the future?

Lance Tucker x Fem!Reader (I’m still working on gender neutral writing guys,give me time)

You were outside the entrance of the kindergarten, waiting for your 5 year old little boy to come out. It had been a busy day at work and you were ready to forget everything and spend time with your little one. Life was no easy, especially now that your soon to be ex husband had moved to his friends’ place.  He always made sure to spend time with James, your son, but he avoided you. It wasn’t that you ended your relationship with a fight, it was just an awkward and uncomfortable tension.

You heard the bell go and kids starting to run out of the school. Your lips twisted into a smile when you saw James walking slowly towards you with his backpack bigger than himself.

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27 Dresses (Part 2)

Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”  You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.  

Warnings – Angst, as usual

Word Count -  1,330

Notes – I’m absolutely in love with this fic!!  It’s so much fun to write!  I hope you guys enjoy reading this part.  I’m still sticking to the movie plot, but there will be a few more twists coming up!  As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated!!

*Special thank you to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower for allowing me to use them as my “brides!” Chanel @imaginingbucky and Nicole @buckyywiththegoodhair, you two are up next!

*Special tag: @stories-from-stark-tower

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Originally posted by sheisraging


He finished making the drink and handed it to you.  “Wait.  You’re not the maid of honor in all of those weddings, are you?”

You took a sip of your drink and moaned in pleasure.  “Everyone wants the best.  You and I just happen to be the best at what we do.”

“So I’ve heard,” he acknowledged.

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, James” you promised as you flicked the nametag on his shirt and turned to walk away.

“Bucky,” he whispered to your retreating back.  “My name is Bucky.”


Steve had been gone on his business trip all week long, so at least you didn’t have to face him after that last blow to your ego. You were an attractive woman, even the bartender from the wedding thought so.  Steve may not have been there, but he was always on your mind. Wanda would catch you glancing at his empty office every now and then throughout the week.

“You need to get laid,” she announced after the fifth time she caught you staring at the closed door with a dreamy look in your eye.

“What?” you questioned.  “How could you even suggest that?”

“You need something or someone to get your mind off of Steve,” she clarified.  “Your sister will be here in a few.  I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to drag you to a club to meet some random, hot stranger.”

“You’re right about that last part,” you agreed. “But I’m not going to have a one-night stand in the hopes of forgetting about Steve.”

“What about me?” Steve asked as he came around the corner of your desk.

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Thoughts about Slytherin and Hufflepuff

Found this confession on the internet and I totally agree with it. Hufflepuffs are famous for their kindness and acceptance, but that doesn’t mean they could accept only someone equally good or kind. I think that Newt can easily be understanding towards darker parts of human nature like with dangerous creatures, he just accepts them for who they are.

I myself is a Slytherin but I always LOVED the idea of friendship between houses. Because what truly matters is personality, not the label you are given at the age of 11.

That’s why the mentioned friendship of Newt Scamander and Leta Lestrange in FBaWtFT so fascinates me. I can’t wait to find out more about Leta and her history with Newt.

Another interesting thing I found on the internet while browsing for some slytherin/hufflepuff related pictures is that badgers (the symbol of Hufflepuff) have very sharp teeth and actually eat snakes (the symbol of Slytherin). So could it be that Hufflepuffs are even more dangerous because everyone has this kind and light-hearted perception of them but in reality noone knows what they are capable of and what to expect from them.

I need you. I don’t think you realize just exactly how much I need you, or perhaps you do but there is nothing that we can really do about it. I think that’s the hardest part of all, knowing that truly there is nothing we can do but carry on through our days hoping that this time will pass by quickly. I’m longing for the day that I can be back in your arms, where this distance wont be an issue, where there is no fear of you leaving once again. I don’t want to tell you how many times I have fallen asleep crying because I don’t want to make you feel bad, or worse than how you feel now. All I can do for you right now is support you and remind you every single day how proud I am of you and how much I love you. You have me always and I will be right here waiting for your return.
Disposable pt2

Idk I was just thinking about this last night and thought I might write another part? But I’ll warn you now, if you like sad endings, stop reading after part one. I’m terrible at angst because I’m a sucker for happy endings. (Also @ anon who originally requested part 1, I’m sorry that this is about to turn into something not at all like what you asked for, forgive me)

You can read part 1, 3, 4 

Yoongi x Reader

Fake relationship

Warnings: Harsh language, mild nsfw, alcohol usage.

Yoongi waited two weeks for you to call. And he was sure that you would, because you always did. This had been a relatively normal thing for you for over a year now. Everything would seem like it was fine until one day you said you couldn’t do this anymore, then you would effectively dump him (although in order to dump him you would have had to have been in a relationship in the first place), and then a few days later you would call him again.

It was just the way it was. 

There was something different about this time, however. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, or even think about it at the time, but there was something in your eyes that night. Yoongi recognized hopelessness when he saw it.

He rubbed his eyes, reminding himself that he didn’t care. So what if you never called him? It wasn’t like he couldn’t find someone else. Though, it could be hard to find someone who didn’t ask questions. That was something he liked about you, you never asked questions about his personal life. You weren’t interested in his money, or his status. At first, you wanted the same thing that he did– a way to forget who you were for a while. 

No more stress, no more phone calls from angry bosses, no more parents who wanted to know why you weren’t married yet. It worked so well because the two of you were each others escape. 

For a few months, both of you kept feelings out of it. You were fuck buddies, no big deal. But at some point, something had shifted. He could still remember the first time he noticed it, when he had almost made the mistake of asking you to stay. He nearly didn’t catch himself in time, choking on his words and backtracking so fast that you had actually asked him if he was okay. 

He glared at his phone, waiting for something that he knew wasn’t going to happen.

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There are sixteen people in my Favorited Contacts list. Sixteen people I would drop anything for. Sixteen voices that would ring like a fire bell in the night. They do not know who they are. I never tell anyone about the way my heart covets theirs. I do not tell them that I have cut my chest into sixteen different compartments, and they all have a place in it. I do not fool myself– I know not all love me like I love them. In a way, I am asking to get hurt. Entrusting my soft parts in their unknowing hands. Sometimes I think I am waiting on disaster. Placing bets on who will be the first to break me. But that’s just it. Life is a gamble, and the people you meet could be more than willing to clean you out. Every person I put onto that list is already a breach in my safety wall so it is no use to look for somebody to trip up– someone always will, that’s a promise– but there are people who won’t. People who will collect your broken pieces in their palms and cut themselves while trying to put you together. People who are drawn to fires, who carve you a throne in their chests, who love you so much that you would think that they were the creators of it. I could spend a lifetime, looking for the flaws in the people who I surround myself with. I know some of them will do the same. But I’d rather not, because no matter what, there will always be good ones there.
—  Gamble of Hearts
The Monster Inside of My Head (Part 9)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – As a young child, you see your parents murdered in front of you. What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your life?

Warnings – Mentions of death

Word Count - 953

Notes – Since you guys have been so patient with me, this part is going to be a little different.  Most of this part will be from Bucky’s POV.  I can’t wait to see what you think of this development!!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10 - Coming Soon!

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Originally posted by wintertracer


Tony held up at hand to stop you from speaking.  “(Y/N)’s parents were high level S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.  Hydra sent the Winter Soldier to take them out when she was ten.”

“What the hell, Tony?” Steve yelled.  “What possessed you to put them in the same room together?”

“This wasn’t my idea, Steve,” Tony defended himself.  “Coulson put all of this together, I’m just the middleman with the sweet digs.”

“It’s Phil’s version of shock therapy,” you explained.  “He thinks I need this to get over the trauma from that night.”

Bucky walked out of the shadows from behind Steve.  “You were the kid in the closet.”


Your eyes went wide with shock.  You’d been told his memories were spotty, how did he remember that night so well?  How did he know you were even in the closet? Why hadn’t he killed you?  You had more questions now than you ever did.  If he remembered you, then maybe he remembered why he’d been ordered to kill your parents.  After all of these years, no one could figure out why Hydra had targeted them specifically.  Could he be the key to finally solving the mystery?  Could you stand to be in the same room long enough to figure it out?

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Originally posted by mssweetserialkiller

Imagine being Derek’s mate and Scott and Stiles not knowing until he out right shows affection for you. Okay just a quick little imagine I made just now I think it’s cure and simple. Thanks for reading hope you like it. :)

Derek Hale X Reader

Warnings: None

I walked into the room and toward the empty place next to Scott. I was stopped when a strong hand wrapped around my wrist pulling me into a hard chest.

I smiled feeling Derek’s chest press into my back, his arms wrapped around my waist..

“Wait, you’re together?” Stiles says loudly.

“When did this happen?” Scott asked trying to threaten Derek.

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There are times when I’m okay, everything’s good. And then I just see something that reminds me of you or hear a song and it fucking hits me. You left. You left me after everything, after everything we had, did and said. One day you just decided I wasn’t enough for you and it still hurts. I think a part of me will always be waiting for you to come back.
—  I don’t know if I miss you or the feeling I had with you

that part where noctis and prompto are having a heart to heart and noctis says “you’re good enough for me” to prompto had me all fucked up. I was literally always guessing if the twist was that they were gay. I was waiting for the reveal. I honestly thought they were gonna do it. Later in the game someone mentions prompto has a “skeleton in his closet” and my first and most immediate thought was “is he gay?????” literally what is wrong with me why did I fall for this obvious queerbaiting like SE would ever have the guts



eyyye guys safely landed. I’m using a different lighting here but tbh i think this one looks very nice. idk. the place I’m staying is really quiet and I’m v happy about that, like it’s such a relief.

so update on my life, I don’t have my tablet with me and i know I have some requests but you guys will either have to wait or get traditional sketches. meanwhile, I plan to make a document for this comic I just need to think about how I will format the document. I don’t think it’ll take long…

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The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 8)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating, mild swearing (wow that’s a first), angst. A N G S T. i literally cannot prepare you for how much angst is in this chapter.

words: 3462

a/n: Alright, so this took a painfully long time to get finished, but i really believe you’ll think it was worth the wait. There’s just so much going on in this part, so it was pretty difficult to keep organized. As always, thanks a million to @secretschuylersister for checking it out for me and @digging-daveed for making the story happen.

If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just shoot me an ask!

tags: @isis278 @21phantasticromances @dvddggs @l-nmanuel @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part nine

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