new york not so little and not so old

Spiderman Homecoming was A1

A1 means great

oh look another movie master post by ya girl here we go

  • ok im gonna start ya’ll off with a BANGER 
  • {{so get this when the Avengers first had their alien battle in New York (2012) Peter would have been 10 years old so I low-key think that it was Peter that did the little drawing of the Avengers that the movie opens with}} I have since rejected this theory completely upon realizing I wrote this post at 3am and how the fuck could he have it if Peter drew it???? Cmon me
  • Tony is trying SO HARD to be a better dad than Howard was
  • “How’s your daughter?” (u speak Spanish rly Peter)
  • when he’s standing on that building and that guy sees him and goes “Do a flip!” and he actually does
  • “Hey it’s my car dumbass.”
  • when he first walks into the bank and is trying to decide how to stand what a dork
  • Hannibal Buress’ two (2) scenes
  • him running through sprinklers
  • the dog
  • that whole scene where he was chasing the van
  • i feel like the past spider-men were like really graceful and swinging really neatly but this Peter literally hurls himself everywhere and crashes into so many things
  • “You know I’m a curious person by nature.”
  • when Peter rejoins the decathlon team 
  • “You can’t just abandon us then stroll up and expect to be welcomed back by everyone.”  “Hey, Peter welcome back!”
  • Ned has a sticker of the “this is fine” dog on his laptop
  • “Uh I put a tracker on someone, he’s a bad guy.”
  • “Nedcallmebacktheglowythingsabomb!”
  • “I don’t really want to celebrate something that was built by slaves.”
  • plus the guard during that scene and his little hand gesture
  • *Peter falls down the elevator shaft*  “Thank you.”
  • Donald Glover “I know what a girl sounds like.”
  • “That’ll dissolve in two hours!”  “I got ice cream, man.”
  • when he steals the keys from the guys on the ferry he says yoink
  • he is so frantic when he tries to save the ferry and distraught when it starts to fall apart again
  • he literally almost ripped himself in half to try to save it
  • “If you cared you’d actually be here.” Tony: “GUESS WHAT.”
  • deeper twist to that yes he’s there Peter just like his dad never was for him 
  • that scene was a good Dad Tony moment
  • “If you’re nothing without this suit, then you shouldn’t have it.” this is so important
  • ^ honestly i could go into so much detail about that just lemme know if you want me to ill make a whole ‘nother post about that shit
  • that hall pass was ridiculously huge
  • GOD the most jarring shift from Aunt May teaching Peter how to dance and tie and tie and there’s happy background music and he’s so excited then BAM fuckin Michael Keaton opens that door and ho-ly shit
  • he is so fucking scared during that whole scene in the house and in the car
  • he’s FIFTEEN years old and he’s got absolutely no idea what this guy will do if he finds out who Peter is. this is basically his frst encounter with a real villian and he scared shitless
  • he literally almost cries in the backseat when he sees Vulture start to figure it out
  • when Michelle flips Peter off at the dance and the way she flips Peter off at the dance
  • “I’m…looking at……porn..”
  • the fucking SCENE where he gets crushed he is so scared and so hurt and oh my god
  • Tom Holland’s acting was A fucking 1
  • he does good hurt/crying/scared noises that sounds weird but it is v important
  • “C’mon Spiderman!” 
  • how desperately he tried to save Vulture he is so good and pure and just really wants to protect people he doesn’t want anyone to die
  • “I’m trying to save you!”
  • the random school mascot running by towards the end??
  • the bathroom scene
  • Tony is so happy to have a son he loves Peter fight me
  • super random but i love the way Tony taps his watch to reveal the suit
  • “Look at that. Look at me.”
  • the way Tom turns his head when he says that is rly funny too
  • when Happy goes “He’s a good kid.” and Tony does that fucking shrug smile thing and the look was a mix of “Yea I know” but also like parental pride??? it’s a very specific look that i cannot fully explain
  • PEPPER
  • AFTER CREDIT SCENE Vulture is either protecting Peter bc he saved his life or he wants to kill Peter himself


come yell at me about any and all of this please

OH MY GOSH during newsies i was sitting next to this little 5-year-old year girl and she was singing along to EVERY SONG and her mom kept having to shush her and during intermission her mom told me that her daughter was so happy that I knew all the lyrics too and so I highfived the little kid and she goes “I’m the king of New York!!!!” to prove her Superior Fansie Status and honestly? my heart has been warmed. who'da thunk? she’s the king of New York!!!

Words | Peter Parker

Summary: The reader cannot figure out for the life of them, what is keeping Peter Parker so busy during the day. His excuse: The Stark Internship…

Warning: Idk…language. It is also really short so sorry.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested by: @signethatsmelol

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Requested: yes 

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1128

Warnings: mild cursing I think that’s it.

Summary: Reader is only 21 and Bucky is having doubts about his relationship because he’s so much older, and gets uncomfortable when he’s out with them in public. Full of fluff as much as I could muster.


Bucky looked down at you as you cuddled up further into his chest. He had gotten back from a small mission, not too big of a deal. Instead of going back home to the tower, he decided to come to your apartment to stay with you. Although he was only gone for a week he had missed you like crazy. Each night he was away he craved to have you in his arms. Everything about you made him go insane. The way you laughed at your own joke before managing to even get a word out. The way you danced and sang along to that terrible pop music, he hated so much. He loved your voice, even though you hated it, but going a day without hearing your voice was torture for him. He loved that you were your own person, you didn’t let anyone influence any of your decision, that your confidence rose-up above anything else. That drove him insane, almost as insane your body would drive him. It was the most beautiful canvas he had ever seen, embellished with flaws that created masterpieces almost as perfect as one of Picassos paintings, and he loved that. There was a problem though, or more so of an idea that was implanted into his brain a few months ago. The way he felt for you was special and nothing could take that away from him. 

You had just turned twenty-one and apart from the fact that he was years older than you and new to the 21st century. He had obviously experienced more of life than you had. He felt like being with you was the most sinful thing he had ever done. Every time you and he walked around the city of New York, the looks he got from people made him uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had a metal arm. Or the fact that he was almost 100 years old. He hated that even his friends made him feel uncomfortable about his relationship with you. They often would call him your babysitter joking around but that upset him so much. Surprisingly even his best friend Steve would make little annoying comments about your relationship. The one person he thought he could always count on, didn’t approve of the fact that he was dating someone so young. And it hurt him. 

Bucky hadn’t noticed you were awake until he felt your hand on his forehead. You tried smoothing out the frown lines that formed across his forehead whenever he was thinking hard about something. “What’s the matter?” You asked trailing your hand to his freshly shaven cheek. Softly caressing it with your thumb.

“Nothing.” He answered before burrowing his head into your chest pulling you closer to his body. If there was something you knew for sure about Bucky, because he was always so damn indecisive, was that whenever something was wrong he’d keep it so himself. He felt like his problems weren’t as big as anyone else’s, you had reassured him that no matter how he was feeling his problems mattered as much as anyone else’s. 

“Come on Bucky I know when something is bothering you, you have that look on your face.” Knowing you weren’t going to stop asking, Bucky groaned and pulled away from you laying on his back. You followed his every movement and wrapped your arm around his torso. “I’m old.” He whispered barely audible but just loud enough for you to hear. “No one approves of our relationship; do you not see the stares we get whenever we walk in the room.” He finished bringing his hands up to his face. You sat up and looked down at him, you could tell this was something that had been bothering him for a long time. 

“Bucky who cares, our relationship shouldn’t be anyone’s—concern except ours.” You stated taking his hands into yours, making him look up at you. “I’ve seen the way people look at us, frankly I don’t give a shit because I’m with what we have I’m happy with you. In fact, sometimes I feel like I’m too young for you and that you should be out with someone closer to your age. Instead of someone who’s enough someone who’s not going to hold you back.” Bucky sat up as quick as possible and wrapped his arms around you. He knew he was having doubts of his own but he never knew you were having them too. Guess the two of you were more alike than you had originally thought. 

“Love, you’re not holding me back, you’re more than enough for me. Sometimes I feel like I’m the one who’s holding you back from enjoying your twenty somethings.” He said trailing his fingertips up and down your back. 

“You’re not holding me back either Buck, I’m okay with where I am in life right now. Even if I wasn’t it wouldn’t be because of you, it’d be because of me, so can we both agree that our relationship is ours. And if someone had anything to say about it we can just beat them up or ignore them.” You looked up at the man you had grown to love as he looked down at you the person who had stolen his heart. 

“You’re right.” He smiled and kissed your forehead as he held you tighter. “Can you let me go now cause I’m hungry.” You said trying to get out of his grip, only to have him tighten it.

“Not until you give me a good morning kiss.” He chimed

“Bucky, I just woke up and have morning breath.”

“I don’t care I want my kiss.” He whined pouting his lips, like a child who was denied the privilege of an extra ice cream scoop.

“After I have breakfast and brush my teeth you can have your morning kiss.” 

“I’d much rather have you as my breakfast.” He smirked causing you to look up at him blushing. Bucky took his as his chance and planted a quick kiss on your lips.

“You’re so gross Bucky.” You groaned managing to get up after his arms loosened up, from laughing so much. You shook your head and made your way to your bedroom door. Before you could open it, Bucky called out to you, making you turn around to face him.

“You really want to be with me?” He asked

“Well, it depends, the moment you have to get dentures I’m running straight for the hills.” 


a/n: thank you everyone for reading hope you all liked it cause I wrote like 5 times lol,  I’m still taking request so if you have any let me know ya kno. thank you.

-Laura.xx

Finders Keepers  (Raphael x Reader)

You had to admit that this was the weirdest thing you’d ever dragged home. Normally you collected little thing off the ground to create new things and fix old things. This time you had a large tarp meant for taking in old furniture, what you had was no chair though. A turtle. A GIANT TURTLE. Like twice the size of you giant. Clad in a red mask complete with scars, tattoo’s and a pair of fork like weapons. Every so often it’d move and grunt, it startled you but then again you lived in New York so you have seen a lot worse. Pulling him into the elevator of your apartment you had already assumed that this wouldn’t be a easy task, just him waking up would probably be enough noise for the neighbors to think you were being attacked. 

Though I didn’t feel like leaving the poor guy on the streets, today was supposed to be hot and the sun was just coming up. Looking at your door you looked down at the turtle man again, would he fit through? Can you fit him sideways? Did you even want to try? Nope. He fit. Sort of.

 Knowing full well he wouldn’t fit on your little couch you pulled the blankets from the closet and covered him up, slipping a pillow under his head. You had first aid training, not much but enough to fix the turtle man up to the extent that he needed. Though an hour had past and the turtle man woke up with a BOOM. Jumping up to full height and smacked his head right into your ceiling light. Clutching his head and letting out a moan of pain, you started to laugh and you laughed hard.

 “It ain’t that funny ya know, what the shell is that made of?!”

 “Sorry, uh…?”

 “Raphael”

 Walking up to Raphael you patted him on the arm, while passing him a bottled water,

 “My names y/n, so no offence but you do know your a turtle right?”

 “Nah never thought that, just figured it’s normal to have a shell”

 “Just wondering, so um I doubt you really want to leave since the suns up and people don’t take kindly to you know…” 

“Turtles? How come you ain’t scared of me?”

 “To be honest I’ve seen worse, actually I think your a tad interesting. You’re welcome to stay by the way I’ve got pizza”

 “*chuckles* I think we’ll get along”

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Tattoo Girl (G.D) Part 1

Summary: Grayson, his twin brother and their 3 best friends work for the police force. They’re working on busting the biggest drug case of the century, ran by the most dangerous gang in America. While busting down doors, and trying to track down the bad guys, Grayson’s attention turns to a mysterious girl with a mysterious tattoo. Who is she? Where is she from, and what’s her story? What happens when you fall in love with one of America’s top 10 wanted criminals?

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, violence, guns, and blood. Cursing. 

A/N: It’s here! The new series is here! I’m really excited about this one! It’s a little different from all the fluffy lovely dovey stuff I write, but I really like it, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to let me know what you guys think about it! Love you guys <3

( All the characters are in their mid 20s in this series. )

* * Y/N/N : your nick name * *


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Grayson’s POV

My name is Grayson Dolan, and I work for LAPD. I’m a head narcotics cop, and alongside me were my best friends Ethan Dolan, and Nate Garner. Ethan also happens to be my twin brother, and Nate has been our best friend since high school.

Our other best friends Aaron, and Jack works for the police force also. They were double agents, who would soon be ranked with us, once we bust this big drug case.

It was Ethan’s, Nate’s and I’s weekend off, but we were called into LAPD headquarters for a meeting. Chief never holds meetings on a Saturday, so whatever this was about, its clearly important.

I should be listening to the chief, but I was doodling away in my notepad. For the past 2 weeks, every page in my notes is filled with drawings of a compass, with leaves floating around it. It was actually a girl’s tattoo that I was drawing. I have no idea why, but I just couldn’t get it or the girl out of my head.  

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soulmate!non-idol!vernon

two updates in a row!!! yay!!!!!!

sorry if this one seems a little bit shorter (〒︿〒)

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Modern Conveniences

So the idea for this came from one of @freifraufischer‘s herd of anons, and then @sometimesangryblackwoman gave some prodding to get it written. Anyway, post-ep in which Henry sends the other Regina a care package of things from the modern world, and makes the mistake of soliciting suggestions.


A couple weeks after sending the Evil Queen off to a fresh start and a chance at some happiness, Henry writes her a note. It’s mostly to tell her they’re all okay, that they’ve survived the latest peril which has so marked his adolescence. She’d want to know, he thinks. He tacks on a post-script about his grades, fully aware that she won’t be pleased about that, but hey, there was an epic battle going on and a few nights where he was out late saving the world instead of studying algebra. Surely she can forgive him that.

It’s a one-way form of communication, but it’s the least of what he owes her. Every once in a while, he pens another note, telling her about the situation with Violet and how the horses are doing and everything he thinks she might want to know. It’s not enough, but it’s what he can do.

He’s taken little Neal to the park to give Snow and David some time to themselves and is thinking of what to say to his other other mom when he hears what the mothers in the park are saying. Princess Aurora is laughing about one of the first times she used the internet for shopping. “I couldn’t believe it. You just tell it what you want and it arrives! Better than magic, if you ask me.”

“It still comes with a price!” Ashley says, and the women all laugh.

It gives Henry an idea.

The family is having Thanksgiving at the Mills house. It’s the one holiday they all really embraced after the curse was broken—Mom loves to cook, Snow loves to decorate, and Emma loves to eat, so it’s perfect for their quirky little family. The night before, Henry informed them all that he could use his abilities to send things, modern conveniences she might miss, to the other Regina, so if they had any suggestions he was certainly open to them.

The table was stunned for a minute, but soon they were coming up with all kinds of ideas. Before long it devolved into a conversation of the old days in the Enchanted Forest, and sometimes about the things they missed during the year when Henry and Emma were in New York. But on Thanksgiving itself, Emma calls him aside. “Hey, kid, you haven’t made up your magical care package yet, have you?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “No, I wanted to see if there were any more ideas.”

“Right. So this might be a little embarrassing, but trust me, it’s necessary.”

She hands him a slip of paper and walks away. On the note are two items.

Tampons. Chocolate.

For half a minute Henry wants the earth to swallow him.

He shoves the embarrassment as far back as he can and tries to be sensible. Emma’s right, probably—okay, definitely, since he has no idea what this is like and she does. But ugh, he wishes the pen would let other people write down their seriously personal suggestions instead of him having to do this.

Half an hour later, Snow calls him away from football with the guys to the dining room, where she’s putting the finishing touches on the table. “Wow, Grandma,” he says, “it looks great.”

“You think so?” Snow replies. “I keep thinking the flowers are too tall, but I guess not everyone’s as short as me. You’re not even as short as me anymore.”

He grins by way of apology. “So what do you need help with?”

“Oh, I was actually going to give you another idea for the other Regina. I don’t want to embarrass you, but…”

The words aren’t even out of her mouth yet and Emma’s note may literally be burning a hole in his pocket. Why isn’t there ever a sinkhole when he really needs one?

He stammers his thanks and hopes he isn’t blushing.

Dinner is great, even if he can’t quite look a couple of the women in the eye. He stuffs himself on mock-apple pie (Mom’s idea of a joke), and when Mom gets up to wash the dishes, he follows her to help. The others try to protest that she shouldn’t be cleaning up when she did most of the cooking, but she waves them off, knowing she likes things done a certain way.

Henry knows her system, though, so he can help. The others clear the table and let mother and son get to work. As she washes and he dries the china, she says, “There’s something very important you need to add to your list for… the other me.”

Ugh,” he says. “I know, Mom. Emma and Snow both talked to me about this, okay? I know. Chocolate and… the other thing.”

Mom looks at him with this expression, torn between laughter and incredulity. “The other thing? Come on, Henry, the word won’t hurt you.”

The ground beneath him betrays him yet again, refusing to open and put him out of his misery. “Chocolate and tampons,” he mumbles.

With a soapy hand, Mom pats his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Seriously, he’s going to crawl into a cabinet and live the rest of his life in there as a hermit.

“Have you got a piece of paper?” she asks.

“Yeah…”

“Good. I want you to write this down.”

“Mom, Emma already gave me a note with this, so it’s not like I’m going to forget.”

“No, I want you to write down the actual brand. These things are not to be left to chance.”

Mortified, he obeys.

*~*~*~*

In that other place, Regina is between encounters with the angry young king—she’ll bring him around yet, she knows—when she gets a box from her son. It’s thoughtful and kind and makes her heart so full she thinks it must burst. But in the bottom there’s another box, wrapped in brown paper. Henry has scrawled a note on it. They said you needed this.

She laughs so hard when she opens it that she literally falls out of her chair.

My poor little prince, she thinks. You must have wished the earth would swallow you whole.

Kiwi (Part 3) - Harry Styles Imagine

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Words: 2,039 

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

Part 3 of ‘Kiwi’ -  Part 1 - Part 2


Her life was on track, complete track, she was proud of it, she was far from the mistakes of the past. She realised that she was closer to her son’s first birthday, then her past with Harry, Scott, drugs and alcohol, and she kept that mindset.

Having a child was hard, they tell you that, you ignore it, and then you live it, and realise it is hard. But she worked through it all, she did what she did best, and just lived. She loved Noah more everyday, she took off time from work, and lived as a single mother, no father in his life, she raised him, and proud. He was too young to know what a father is, she just gained the love more from him, without someone there.

Noah was six months, a perfect mix between the two, Harry and (Y/N). But he was six months when a Styles member contacted her, it was casual, she found, it was not a anger message, but a simple check up. Gemma Styles called her on a Tuesday morning, and it took her by surprise. Of course she answered it, Gemma and her were like sisters back then, Gemma helped her through it all when Harry just left, and now her best friend was calling her, after not talking for years.

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Nursey Week Day Four: Shout

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       Spring C is nothing like any other concert Nursey had ever been to. It isn’t loud so much as full, as if every one of Nursey’s senses is just bursting with sensation and he can’t do anything but experience it. He doesn’t remember if he had anything to drink, but he feels loose and happy like when he steals some of Dex’s tub juice because he really doesn’t appreciate it as much as he should. Of course, the feeling could just be from dancing, screaming lyrics he doesn’t know, being anonymous, other worldly, immortal, just for a bit.

         A hand curls itself around his wrist and he turns, grinning widely when he sees Dex standing there, flushed from head to toe, jumping in time with the beat. Dex grins back and Nursey laughs for no other reason than he’s happy and needs to let the world know.

         “Come on!” Dex shouts over the music, though Nursey still doesn’t hear him. The only reason he knows what Dex is saying is because he’s staring so intently at Dex’s lips. A little on the thin side, but sometimes when he fusses with them the bottom one gets all red and kiss bitten, puffing up a bit, and Nursey could write sonnets just on that bottom lip.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your Victuuri AU so much, your art as much as the stories. But the stories are a bit hard for me as a pet owner since Victor doesn't go out it with Makkachin nearly often enough? And lets him wait? Like in the last story Victor gets up and goes to work without walking his dog? This pains me so much, I had to stop reading, I am so sorry. Please please lt Viktor take care of the dog?

I should probably write this into the fics themselves to make it clear, but I looked into this before I started and decided that Victor does have a dog sitter!

I headcanon this to be Nikolai (Yurio’s Grandpa) but I simply haven’t crossed the subject yet. He helped Victor set up his business, but has free time in retirement and can accompany Makkachin. Victor pays him, of course. 

Makkachin is a very old poodle, and it’s briefly mentioned she has joint issues and can come by the shop when it’s warmer in What’s Love, Anyways? so I didn’t think it amiss to leave that detail.

“She’s getting a little old for walks, and has some joint problems, but Makkachin’s been around for a long time.” Victor explains, the earlier they go in his dog photos“I’m sorry to hear that.” Victor comments. “But if you would like to meet her, I can bring Makkachin to the shop once it gets a little warmer.”

Elderly dogs can’t handle extreme temperature so well, and considering that I place that particular fic around mid-March, it would still be quite cold in New York. 

Even in early April (aka the setting for That Fluttering Feeling,) New York is pretty cold, so dog sitting at home is most likely better for her. 

I feel like this warrants more exploration on Makkachin’s part so I may end up writing a fic about Makkachin in this AU- but I’m sorry you felt disconcerted by his lack of walking her! 

My family has seven poodles at home (pic below! I love them dearly), so I completely understand your concerns! But there are considerations I’m taking into account because Makkachin is over 10 years old. 

Thank you!

[EDIT: I also updated the latest fic to include a mention of Victor’s dog sitter, hope it helps!]

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Headcanon: while Peter usually feels really good and masculine in his suit, sometimes when he's really dysphoric he has a hard time wearing it (being that it's so skin tight) and reverts back to his older, homemade loose costume if the night allows and crime is slow

totally!! peter still really loves his old suit even if it isn’t as high tech and convenient, and it’s the perfect thing to wear on slow crime nights when he’s also feeling a little dysphoric.

and for the times when he really does need to wear his high tech suit (or just bc he still wants to wear it, that suit is so badass), he’ll just throw his homemade suit’s hoodie over the high tech suit. it’s a pain to do this in the summer when it’s so fucking hot in new york, but during the winter he finds himself doing it even when he isn’t dysphoric (the suits built in heater is nice, but it can only do so much against swinging around at night in frigid december air for hours on end)

Pittsburgh CLO Newsies 😍😍

I’m serious guys I almost died last night. This show was SO FUCKING GOOD! I’ve been dying to see this show since I was 12 and I finally got to and I’m just super happy 😁 Here is a veryyyyy long post of me rambling. Enjoy!
1. Before the show I was screwing around on Instagram and I found the video of Danny Quadrino (Crutchie) doing the splits and ripping his pants between the matinee and the evening show, 10/10 it’s the funniest thing ever
2. During the Santa Fe prolouge right after Crutchie’s “watch me stand, watch me run” part when he got all sad, Jack walked over to Crutchie and grabbed his face
3. Racetrack Higgins 😍
4. Specs and Romeo being adorable as usual 😘
5. Carrying the Banner was fantastic and it got a very long applause which it deserved
6. Right at the end of Carrying the Banner Davey walked out with Les and immediately grabbed Les protectively and I melted
7. Stephen’s Davey is fantastic!!
8. Will (Les) was such a bean good god
9. Right after Davey’s “that’s disgusting” line Les walked over and showed him the hand that had Jack’s spit on it with this really cute “I’m never washing this hand again” expression and Davey just gave him this horrified look and wiped the hand on Les’s shirt 😂😂
10. The guy who played Pulitzer had a very good voice
11. I loved the evening scene between Davey, Jack and Les too much! Joey and Stephen play off each other so well!
12. You could actually hear their chatter when Synder was chasing them
13. The Medda was vv talented
14. BETH 😍😍😍 she was an utter princess up there
15. “Somewhere out there someone cares!” Will always be one of my favorite lines
16. Joey’s voice during I Never Planned On Someone Like You was gorgeous
17. Danny’s delivery of the line “in the worst neighborhood” utterly killed me
18. My inner Javey shipper was dying during the scene where they form the union
19. Seriously what is it with Joey and grabbing people’s faces he did it like 3 times to Stephen in that scene
20. The pause after “unioned we stand” was great
21. THE WORLD WILL KNOW WAS SO GOOD
22. I swear these kids started rehearsals like 2 weeks ago and they sounded like the OBC recording
23. “Take away our vote!” made me melt
24. LES SCREAMING AT THE POLICE OFFICER WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER
25. Race, once again, was perfect in the first scene at Jacobi’s Deli
26. Everyone (except Les and Davey) putting their heads down when Jack said Brooklyn was so funny 😂
27. Watch What Happens was fantastic
28. Beth did flub a line but she recovered very very well
29. Crutchie’s battle yell when he showed Jack the strike banner was precious
30. SEIZE THE DAY WOFOFJWKCKVORPWOVKGKEKWJFN
31. WHEN DAVEY STARTED SINGING HIS VOICE CRACKED AND MY HEART JUST MELTED INTO A PUDDLE
32. I loved how Davey slowly gained more confidence as the song went on
33. “Behold the brave battalion that stands side by side, too few in number and too proud to hide. And say to the others who did not follow through, you’re still our brothers and we will fight for you” was so gorgeous. My heart was already a puddle at that point and it just melted further.
34. I loved that Jack immediately started yelling Crutchie’s name when they started fighting. Crutchie was his first thought.
35. Watching Crutchie get dragged off was depressing 😅😥😭
36. Santa Fe. Santa Fe. Santa Fe. When Joey hit that last note the audience erupted into cheers.
37. KING OF NEW YORK WAS SO SO SO GOOD
38. “Why do old people talk” “to prove they’re still alive” got the biggest laugh of the night
39. They gave Les the cutest little tap solo during the dance break I was so in love with it
40. LETTER FROM THE REFUGE
41. They didn’t list it in the program and I was really upset cause I thought they had cut it but then I saw the bed being wheeled out and I almost screamed
42. I will never be able to get over Danny Quadrino’s voice. Ever.
43. There was a collective whimper after he said “your brother”
44. WATCH WHAT HAPPENS REPRISE WAS PERFECT
45. Stephen and Ben Fankhauser have very similar voices and I love it
46. DAVEY WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE JACK
47. Davey wiping his hand on his pants at the end of the song was so funny
48. There was a collective gasp during the daughter reveal and I loved it
49. They kept Katherine on the stage until the “You can’t have mine” line of The Bottom Line reprise and then she stormed off
50. (Christ this is long) BROOKLYN’S HERE WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE MY FAVORITE SONG IN NEWSIES SO I DIED DURING IT
51. Sky as Spot was perfection. His biceps are just 😍😍😍
52. When Davey realized he was gonna have to do the rally by himself I was not okay at all
53. There was about 15 or so seconds of total silence where Davey just stood there all nervous and shy and my heart melted all over again
54. THE SLOW/HALF HEARTED CLAPS
55. When everyone saw Jack take the money Les went over and tapped on his shoulder. Jack wheeled around and went to punch him before he realized who it was. Les scurried back across the stage with a kicked puppy expression
56. Almost immediately after that everyone left the stage except for Jack and Davey
57. Davey just stood there shocked for a few seconds and then he made a very quiet dying animal noise and his expression was just… A mixture of shock, disappointment and a little bit of anger. Then he ran off stage.
58. Jack ran after him and once again my inner Javey shipper was dying
59. Something to Believe In was beautiful
60. ONCE AND FOR ALL WAS PERFECTION
61. THE KEY CHANGE
62. During the scene in Pulitzer’s office right after Once and For All, Spot did this really adorable laugh and I melted AGAIN
63. When Crutchie came out during the last scene Jack ran over and hugged him so hard that he picked him up it was beautiful
64. The cat calls while Jack was kissing Kathrine 😍
65. The biggest cheer was for Joey during the curtain call but Danny, Stephen, Beth and Race also got quite a few as did the Delanceys (mostly Morris)
Side note-
1. When Roosevelt was speaking at the end I noticed Morris glance very tentatively at Oscar and when he saw that Oscar wasn’t looking he started clapping with the other boys and I just
2. They’ve acknowledged the existence of the “Morris is a bean and doesn’t want to fight anyone at all” part of the fandom. He’s no longer a one dimesional character.
3. The cast started dancing around after the curtain call finished and I saw Danny jumping around in the back. He then flopped down like he was going to make snow angels. He’s so cute it should be illegal.
In conclusion: I just spent over an hour making this post. This show has taken over my life.

the afternoon, the evening; the cups, the tea

Title: the afternoon, the evening; the cups the tea
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Rating/Length: PG-13 / ~14,000
Summary: They don’t have much time, but Chris and Darren find a few days to hide away during the Carnival of Basel in Switzerland.

This story exists as a part of the Prufrock ‘verse, but can be read as a stand-alone fic.

Written for @fandomtrumpshate, auction bid won by @stopandimaginelove. Thank you to @accidentalacoustics and @alittledizzy for putting their eyes on it.

[AO3]

among some talk of you and me…

***

“You’re crazy.”

“You say that so often I think it means I love you.”  Darren looked up from his laptop with a grin.  Chris sat on the other end of the couch, frowning at his own glowing screen and not responding.  Darren scrunched his nose. “Not so much?”

“This is a Bad Idea,” Chris commented instead, tapping at the keyboard with impatient fingers.

“Did you say that with all caps, or did I just hear it that way?”

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Bite Me: Part 6

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a vampire looking for his next meal, and you happen to cross his path in the most perfect way. However, one taste of your blood has him reeling in disgust. Never has he met a human with blood that tastes as horrible as yours. He has the perfect plan to help fix that…

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader

Warnings: some mild cursing

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3      Part 4     Part 5


Your friendship with Bucky had flourished over the last three months. Whenever he wasn’t walking you home or breaking into your apartment, he was visiting the bookstore during your shifts. He was still annoying as ever, but it was definitely more tolerable after your little bonding session while you were sick.

You learned quite a bit about Bucky as well.

He actually wasn’t that old. He had been turned in his 20s during World War II, so he was barely 100. Fairly young for a vampire. He still didn’t like talking about how he was turned or where he had been before New York, so you knew better than to keep bringing it up.

He loved science and the stars, so you had surprised him with a nighttime trip to the Museum of Natural History as a way to say thanks for all the food and supplements he had been buying. He had acted like a kid in a candy store, hopping from one exhibit to the next, reciting interesting facts from memory and from the little plaques on the walls.

And today was also his birthday. You had gone over every present idea you could think of, but nothing seemed right. You were running out of time too. He was coming to walk you home after the end of your shift at the bookstore in less than 10 minutes, and you had nothing.

“What do you a get a vampire for his birthday?” you randomly asked the succubus in front of you.

“You could always let him suck your blood,” she suggested, giving you a sly wink. She leaned forward to grab her bag, gently tracing her fingertips over the top of your hand. She seemed surprised when her touch had absolutely no effect on you.

“Sorry,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m asexual, so I’m pretty much immune to you.”

The succubus let out a little “hrmph” and stomped out of the shop. You couldn’t help but laugh; that wasn’t the first time being ace had had its benefits. As you closed up the shop, you considered her words. Perhaps she was actually onto something…


You bounced eagerly as you watched Bucky approach the shop. “Happy birthday!” you exclaimed. “How old are you now? 150?”

He smiled and cleared his throat. “Just 100.”

You grabbed his hand and led him behind the bookstore to the alley where you first met. “Eh, close enough,” you replied. “Anyway, I have a present for ya.”

“What’s that?” Bucky asked as he looked around the alley. “A trashcan? Geez, doll, you shouldn’t have.”

You shoved his shoulder and rolled your eyes. “No, you idiot.” You pulled out a vial of dark, red liquid and handed it to him. He unraveled out a small scroll that revealed the words “Happy Birthday Bucky” in a fancy script. Bucky’s eyes widened when he realized what it was as he swirled the vial around and examined the liquid.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“No, I gave you a vial of my blood for fun,” you shot back. “I just figured you should taste whether or not all your hard work this year has been paying off.”

Bucky shook his head. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Duh, that’s why it’s called a present,” you replied. “Seriously, Bucky, I don’t mind. Besides, I stuck a needle in my arm, this isn’t going to waste.”

Bucky gulped partly due to nervousness and partly due to excitement. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been curious about how your blood tasted after the last four months. 

He opened the cap with a small pop, and tilted it back like a shot. It was sweet and viscous, just how he liked it. Definitely much better than the first time he had tried to eat you. He quickly wiped the blood off his lips.

“Well?” you asked. “Better?”

“Meh,” Bucky replied, cheekily.

“Meh?” you yelped. “Meh?! I’ve been taking those stupid supplements and eating that food for MONTHS, and all you can say is ‘meh’?!” You glared at him and punched him in the shoulder. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Bucky replied, linking his arm through yours and walking out of the alley. 

You scoffed lightly and couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“Nah,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I really don’t.” 

“See?” Bucky teased. “Besides, doll,  just think, without my help, you would have undoubtedly killed some poor soul with your repulsive blood.”

“Well unfortunately, it didn’t kill you…” you muttered.

“I think the phrase you’re looking for is ‘Happy Birthday, Bucky, of course I’ll treat you to ice cream for all the hard work you’ve done!’”

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “C’mon, Barnes, let’s go get some ice cream. My treat.”

Bucky’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as he held in hands to his cheeks. His eyebrows scrunched up and his voice took on a high pitch as he pretended to be surprised. “Why doll, ice cream? For me? You shouldn’t have!”

“Bite me, Barnes,” you huffed.

“If only you’d let me…” he lamented.

“Not gonna happen.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Just a nibble?”

“You just drank some of my blood!”

“How can I know it’s really yours? I mean, I didn’t see you stick the needle in your arm. For all I know, you could be lying.”

“God you are the WORST!”

You continued to bicker as you walked to the ice cream shop, but your words held no malice. Yes, he was insufferable, and yes, his motives were a bit ridiculous. Was he a vampire? Sure. Did he try to eat you once? Maybe. But he was still your friend. 

And somehow, you really didn’t mind. 


A/N: So that’s the end! Nothing super dramatic, but I hope you enjoyed the series! Thanks for the sweet comments!!

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*Sequel to Roses* Safe Inside (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

A/N: SEQUEL OF ROSES AHHHHH!! I wasn’t planning on writing a second part but a lot of you guys really liked it sooooooo here it is! Roses Sequel!

Roses (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

-

I remember when you were all mine
Watched you changing in front of my eyes
What can I say?

“Lyd, I’m home.” You called, hanging your coat behind the door. 

“On the couch.” 

Ever since your landlord didn’t let you back into your old apartment, you have been trying so hard to make ends meet. That’s when your cousin, Lydia, reconnected with you and said her roommate just moved out. There was a space that was available for you in her apartment in New York City. So you flew to New York three days after her phone call.

You’ve been working at an Olive Garden since then. Sure it didn’t need any of the degrees you studied for but the pay was alright. It made the share for rent. 

“I snuck you some breadsticks and those little chocolate cups you love.” You said plopping down on the couch beside her. “Here you go.”

“Oh yes.” She moaned, digging in instantly. “Thanks cuz. You’re the best. How was work?”

“It was pretty good. Boss came in the work room and told everyone to prep for a big party tomorrow. Apparently the guy rented out the whole restaurant. Big shot, huh?”

“Oh yeah, seems like another Mr. Rich Guy.”

“Definitely.” You said before getting up. “Hey, listen, work got me beat today. I’m gonna crash early.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

You mumbled an incoherent goodnight, trudging your way to your room. You scrambled through your closet trying to find a shirt to sleep in. Sighing in frustration once you realized you haven’t done laundry in a while. You picked up the shirt you slept in yesterday and reached over your top shelf to retrieve a face mask. 

“Ow!” You exclaimed as a box fell on your face. 

Bucky’s box.

You haven’t touched the box in months. Before you left, you made sure to keep some memorabilia of Bucky. You snuck into his apartment that was closed off from everyone in the middle of the night. You stole some of his shirts and the picture of you and him in a broken frame that he kept behind the antique TV. You couldn’t help but smile, rubbing your thumb against his face in the picture. There was a small piece of glass you never noticed and it cut you, spilling two droplets of blood on the picture.

“Shit,” You muttered, wiping the blood off with your tee shirt. You then looked at your thumb. “Shit.”

You walked to the restroom, flinching as you washed out the wound from your cut. You never told Lydia about Bucky. Though you trust her with your life, Bucky was a secret, a secret you promised to never tell. It was gonna stay that way forever. Who knows what happened to him.

You looked at your puffy eyed self, not realizing you were crying about him until you saw your reflection. You didn’t let yourself miss him. You couldn’t miss him. He was gone. You had to act like he never existed, you knew that was for the better. He was complicated. He would have wanted this.

That didn’t stop you from having such realistic dreams about him. About his hugs and his kisses and his love. It was always in your mind. You wanted to move on but you knew you wouldn’t be able to.

Now that I’m not the fire in the cold
Now that I’m not the hand that you hold
As you’re walking away

The next day, you changed the bandage on the cut on your thumb and went to work. Your eyes were still a little tired from crying the night before but you mustered through it. You had to entertain a lot of people today, you couldn’t slow down.

Lydia had already gone to work, the silence in the apartment being your sign. You put on your coat and hopped in a cab to work.

When you arrived there was security outside the door. They wouldn’t let you in until they see an Olive Garden ID. You rolled your eyes and showed them your ID and they let you through. That made you late.

“Geez, security?” You asked your co-worker as you dropped off your things in the work room. “Who’s coming, the president?”

“Even better.” She replied, lacing up her apron. “Tony Stark.”

“The billionaire?” Your eyes widened as she nodded, mouthing an ‘I know right.’  “No wonder we have top security.”

“Yeah he’s bringing the Avengers with him. Isn’t that crazy?”

Your heartbeat fastened. Captain America was an Avenger. Bucky’s best friend. 

You just nodded, dozing off, thinking about Bucky once again. God, did you miss him. You missed him so much, you saw him everywhere. In the bus, at the mall, your mind kept playing tricks on you. You wondered sometimes if you just knew what had happened to him, maybe your mind wouldn’t be like this. Maybe you’d be at peace.

You set up the tables, waiting on their arrival. You leaned against the bar, your chin propped up on your palm. Softly chucking as you saw the manager freak out over plate arrangements, saying something about today being the most important day of his life.

He walked past you, “Don’t tell my wife I said that.”

Then the doors opened and Tony Stark walked in. In seconds, all of them walked in. You immediately straightened up, clearing your voice to prepare to ask for everyone’s orders. You watched as they made their way to the long rectangular table in the far corner of the restaurant. 

“Here goes nothing.” You walked towards the table, placing menus in front of them, saying ‘you’re welcomes’ after each thank you. “Will it just be you guys?”

Tony scrunched up his face, “Um, I think we’re waiting for a few more people? Steve?”

Your eyes switched to the man on the other side of the table. He nodded, “Yeah, we are. But I think it would be best if we ordered first. I don’t know when everyone else is coming. The physical therapy might take longer than usual. He’s getting fitted for a new one today.”

“Oh wow, that’s exciting. Good for him.” Tony said before looking back at you. “Yeah we’ll order our drinks now though, we’ll probably order our food after the drinks.”

“Okay, sir. What would you guys like to drink?”

After everyone said their drinks, you went to the kitchen and retrieved all of it. It took three waitresses to deliver all the drinks to the table. There were so many of them and there was more coming. 

You came back to take everyone’s order. You figured you were there for fifteen minutes before they all finished changing up their orders and making special requests. 

“Can I get a refill please?” Thor asked before you could read back the long list of orders.

“Of course.” You took the glass from him before looking down your notepad and re-reading the order. “So three fettuccini alfredos, two shrimp scampis, one parmesan ravioli with extra parmesan, two large bowls of salad, six bowls of clam chowder with extra saltines, one build your own pasta with italian meatba-”

“Hey, Bucky, nice of you to join us.” 

You looked up and your heart dropped.

Everyone has to find their own way
And I’m sure things will work out okay
I wish that was the truth

“Oh my God.” You dropped the glass, making everyone look at you. The whole room became silent and Bucky’s eyes met yours. He was confused. “Bucky?”

Bucky’s eyes shifted from you to Steve then back to you. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

Your jaw slightly hung open, not believing the words that escaped his lips. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t think you remember me but, um, I was your server here once. Excuse me.”

You didn’t bother cleaning up the broken glass, you just let your co-worker know to take over. You let out a broken cry in the workroom. 

He was there. Bucky. Your Bucky was alive. He was with the Avengers the whole goddamn time. 

“Bucky, what was that girl talking about?” Steve asked once the commotion had died down.

He looked at Steve with a vacant look in his eye, “I don’t know, Steve. I haven’t left the tower in a year, I don’t know what she means by me coming here. Odd, right?”

“Yeah.” Steve replied, not convinced with the story the girl said. Why were you so shocked to see Bucky? Did you know him before everything went down?

The new server came to place Steve’s plate in front of him. He asked her about your whereabouts, calling you the panicked server. Her co-worker apologized for the disturbance. Steve shrugged it off but asked if there was any way he could see you. 

All we know is the sun will rise
Thank your lucky stars that you’re alive
It’s a beautiful life

Steve heard soft cries from the workroom that the girl directed him to. He slowly twisted the knob, meeting your glossy eyes. “What are you doing here? Employees only.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He sat beside you. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

You stayed silent for a while, biting your tongue knowing he was watching you. “You’re his best friend right?”

Steve nodded, assuming you were talking about Bucky. “Did you know him?”

“I loved him.” You let out a breathy laugh. “I still do.”

“Did you know him when he was in hiding?”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “In hiding? What are you talking about?”

“Last year, he was in hiding. Did you know him then?” 

“Yeah, I did.” You gulped. Talking about Bucky formed a knot in your stomach. You’ve never talked about him with anyone. “Why doesn’t he remember me?”

“His memory is wiped.” He explained, propping his elbows on his knees. “Tony’s been working on this prototype that erases bad memories but turns out all it could do was erase all memories. He still remember being the Winter Soldier but he doesn’t know all the gory details. He remembers the big pictures of things, basically, just not the little details.”

“So you mean, he remembers that he was in hiding but he doesn’t remember meeting me?”

“I’m sorry.” He said, sadness laced with his voice. “Were you guys close?”

You laughed a little at the cluelessness of his best friend. “The day he disappeared, I was supposed to move into his apartment.”

“Move into that little thing?”

You appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood. It worked for a split second but your heart dropped again once you remembered Bucky’s little apartment. “I was okay as long as he was there.” 

“I wish things were different and that he remembered you.” 

“Me too.” You choked back a sob. “D-do you think there’s a chance he’d remember me?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m actually glad to see him, you know. Even if he doesn’t remember at all. I thought he was dead. I didn’t know what had happened to him. Seeing him alive, in the flesh, it felt like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I’ve been carrying it around for a year or so.” 

“I know you what you mean. Thinking that the person you love was dead but they’re actually alive.” Steve said, smiling to himself.

“Really?”

“Peggy Carter. The love of my life. All her life she thought I was dead but I was just frozen. I saw her a few times before she’d passed.”

“I’m sorry.” You placed a comforting hand on his back. “I just wish I could have somehow knew that he was safe.”

“We didn’t tell the public we had him in custody. They don’t really take it well when good guys shelter an ex-assasin. Did he ever tell you about what he went through?”

“He told me about all the torture.”

That’s when Steve realized you and Bucky were something more than he imagined. Bucky trusted you enough with the biggest secret of his life and the details of it. You must’ve meant something to him back then. He didn’t understand the whole device Tony invented but tonight, once they get home, he’s determined to understand in hopes that maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance Bucky will remember you after all.

Will you call me to tell me you’re alright?
‘Cause I worry about you the whole night
Don’t repeat my mistakes
I won’t sleep 'til you’re safe inside

You didn’t do anything but lay down on your bed after work. No music, no TV on, no anything. You laid there in silence trying to comprehend what just happened. 

Bucky was alive.

He was more than just alive. He was living. He was happy. He didn’t remember all of the torture he told you about. Your heart skipped a beat.

If you really loved someone, their happiness is more important than yours, right?

That’s how its supposed to go. You tried to smile but once your tear touched your upper lip, you couldn’t help but just cry continuously. It hurt so much to not have him remember you while you were here agonizing losing him every second of the day. Your heart feels like its being stabbed after each broken breath you let out. It hurts so badly. 

You felt so selfish to think for one second, what if they never wiped his memory? You almost slapped yourself for even thinking about that. He was badly hurt. You would rather be hurt like this than have him suffer through it again. Your pain is nothing compared to what he’s been through.

You kept saying it over and over and over again, hoping that it will make it easier. But why does your chest still feel like it’s under a ton of bricks?

If you’re home I just hope that you’re sober
Is it time to let go now you’re older?
Don’t leave me this way
I won’t sleep 'til you’re safe inside

You stopped going to work for two weeks, asking for an emergency leave from your boss. He said if you weren’t back the second your shirt started the day after your two week leave, you would be fired effective immediately. 

You treasured the two weeks of being by yourself, re-reading books you read to Bucky during nights he couldn’t sleep. You drank the wine you both loved, out of paper cups, the only way to do it. You listened to his favorite song on repeat. You felt like a sixteen year old girl crying over a breakup. You laughed at that but you couldn’t help but cry again.

There were so many emotions flooding through your system.  You regretted not trying to explain to Bucky who you were and not telling Steve more about you. For God’s sake, you didn’t even tell Steve your name. You were mad that he didn’t remember you. You were happy that he was alive. You were heartbroken that he didn’t remember you. Most importantly, you felt everything that you always have felt for Bucky. All those feelings you bottled up for someone who might as well be good as dead to you were resurfaced after his eyes met yours for the first time in a year.

But he didn’t remember you.

Maybe it was the best for him to.

If you make the same mistakes
I will love you either way
All I know is I can’t live without you

What you didn’t know was that Steve visited Olive Garden everyday that you were gone. He wanted to tell you that he’s been working to help Bucky remember you, but being careful so he wouldn’t be able to remember HYDRA. There were a few instances where Bucky became frustrated, telling Steve that there was no girl in his life while he was hidden. 

Bucky gave up for three days trying the crazy memory revival methods Steve wanted to try. He was confident there was no girl in his life. If there was, wouldn’t he remember someone he loved?

Then one night, he had a dream. And god, did it feel real. 

He rolled over to find a woman beside him, hair sprawled out in a million different directions, with chapped lips and lightly snoring. He swore he felt his lips kiss someone’s cheek. It was so warm. The woman’s eyes fluttered open and her lips curled up to a smile. He woke up quickly after that. His heart was beating too fast and his incision sight where Tony placed the device, felt like it was going to burst open. His head was pounding. He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell and make the headache stop. But most importantly, he wanted to try again.

That next day, he called Steve and told him he was ready to start where they left off.

There is nothing I can say
That will change you anyway
Darling, I could never live without you
I can’t live, I can’t live

It was your first day back since your breakdown in the restaurant. Even though you weren’t ready, you knew you had to go. You needed to help Lydia with rent and she was becoming worried. You didn’t leave your room once besides to use the bathroom and eat. Taking a deep breath, you put on your coat and opened the door.

He was standing there, his fist in a ball, like he was a second away from knocking on the door. 

“How did you find me?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“It wasn’t easy.”

“Why are you here?” 

He stepped closer, almost closing the gap between the both of you. “I remember you.”

“What?”

“Doll, I remember you. I remember everything.”

Will you call me to tell me you’re alright?
'Cause I worry about you

-

My Last Imagine: White Dress (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

MASTERLIST

Hello! I’m Isabelle, and I’ve been looking into the studyblr community for a little while so I decided to make one of my own! I figure this will be a great way for me to stay on top of my studies and keep myself organized this coming school year. Anyways, here I am! I warn you this is gonna be a lil’ long

THE BASICS //

 - I’m 16 years old and will be a senior in high school this September 2017

 - I live near New York City and I appreciate a good cup of black coffee

 - I speak Spanish proficiently and lived in Spain for 6 months the spring of  my sophomore year (so if anyone is considering going abroad in high school  and has questions, I’d love to answer them!) 

 - My birthday is 9.22.00, I’m a virgo, ENFP, and hufflepuff 

MY CLASSES //

  • AP Micro/Macro Economics (Independent Study)
  • AP Biology
  • AP English Literature
  • AP Psychology
  • AP European History
  • AP Spanish 
  • Calculus
  • Peer Leadership 

(I’m on summer break, so these are the classes I plan on taking, except PL which is definitely happening)

STUFF I DO/MY INTERESTS //

- I’m a third degree black belt in karate and assistant instruct and my dojo

- I’m in the Academic Challenge club at my school and we compete against other schools in quiz-bowl tournaments 

- I participate in tech for my school district’s plays/musicals and I work in sound

- I also play the flute in my school’s band (by no means well, but I try)

- I’m in love with traveling, food, and languages 

- I love movies of any kind, but especially like any animated, classic, comedic, or cult films 

- I’ve had my share of netflix/hulu binges that include Jane The Virgin, Over the Garden Wall,  It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, HIMYM, Friends, Community, and That 70s Show. I also like Steven Universe and Star vs. The Forces of Evil  and the coming seasons are gonna mess me up omg

- Music is the best and I listen to literally anything, but my favorite genres are Oldies, Classic Rock, Pop, Alternative and K-pop my spotify is isabellegiovanna103 if anyone’s curious 

- In terms of books, I love percy jackson, harry potter, and anything by Rainbow Rowell or Jennifer Niven. I also like anything involving history, fantasy, sci fi, and love the classics 

- I really like anime/manga of any kind as well, and friggin’ love anything studio ghibli

SOME QUALITY STUDYBLRS //

@studylustre @studie-s @emmastudies @logicallylearning @languablr @equaticns @studyfuji @studyign @tiny-notes @kawaii-notes @studyrelief @magnolia-studies @studypetals @studyblr @celandinestudies @nightlystudying @milkyjournals @messystudiess @studywithinspo

I’ll also probably be doing some langblr/appblr stuff on this blog as I begin the college application process and get into my studies more. Feel free to message me anytime if you’ve got questions or just wanna talk! Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you’re doin’ well :)

TMNT Fic 2k16 Raph x Reader Safe in your arms

Originally posted by shellshcked

This is a TMNT fic requested by Nonny. I had so much fun writing this! I hope you enjoy it. :)

Summary: You were just coming home from a long day of work, and you were suddenly ambushed by strange men behind an Alley. A certain Red clad ninja turtle comes and saves the day. You do the unexpected and caught him off guard.

Warnings: slight cursing


It was a cold night on the streets of New York. You were just getting back from your job. You work for a telemarketing company downtown. You were walking in the streets alone at night. You didn’t have any means of transportation. You lived close enough to your job so walking to and from work wasn’t a big deal. I mean there was always the bus but you didn’t want to have to deal with all the crowds. You only took it when you needed to travel some place far. Plus you could use the exercise. Not that you were fat or anything. You were actually very fit and had a very nice figure. You were gorgeous in fact. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You lived in New York for about two and a half years now but there were times when you would get lost.

 You suddenly stop in your tracks. You turn around behind you. You feel like someone was following behind you but you brush it off as you thought it was just your imagination. Little did you know you were being followed by not just one but four different men dressed in black like ninja’s.  You wonder around the streets of New York still debating if you should get take out or have left overs at home. It was tiring eating the same old thing after a while so you had finally decided to go across the Japanese restaurant you’ve been dying to try. Before you could go across the street you were distracted by strange noises coming from the alleyway. You thought it might have been an animal making noises, so you proceed to continue to cross the street.

 Once you got your food you were on your way back to your apartment. Then you hear the strange noises again. This time it sounded more like laughs and deep voices. Surely not animal at all. “That’s weird.” You say to yourself. You know you shouldn’t but curiosity got the better of you and decided to go check out the commotion. “Hello? Anyone there?” You say as the talking gradually grew as you got closer. Finally you were in the alleyway and from behind you came one of the strange men that had been following you and wrapped his arm around your body and held a knife to your neck.

 “Hey there beautiful, you looking for a good time?” He leaned in closer to your neck and sniffs your hair. “Hey boys lets have some fun with this one. She’ll be perfect for us to have some fun.

 Your eyes start to get wide and you try to stay calm but you were so scared out of your wits. “No please let me go. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just tell me what it is? Money, food? Please I’ll give you anything just let me go!” You begged but they wouldn’t let you go.

 “Oh we want something a little more if you know what I mean.” The man looks at you and gives you a creepy smile. You try not to cry but the tears make their way down your cheeks and you start to shake uncontrobably. This could be it; you could die right here right now in these strange men hands. “Alright sweetheart here’s how it’s going down, we’re gonna take you back to our place and have a little fun. But first how about we give you a little preview of what we’re gonna do to you?” They all grin and smirk and tie you up behind your back and they start to strip you down to your underwear. You tried to get away from them but they were too strong for you to fight off. You start to scream but they quickly cover your mouth up where no one could hear you. Or so they thought.

 Up on the roof was a certain red bandana wearing giant green turtle. It was none other than Raphael himself. The rebel was out blowing off some steam after getting into one his daily fights with his older brother Leonardo. “Stupid Leo.” Raph says. “What does he know about anything? It’s tha same shit ova and ova. I’m tired of this team. There are times where I just wanna go off on my own, doing things my way!” The giant turtle says as he paces back in forth. He was cut from his thoughts by loud screaming and loud talking from below the alleyway. “What the?” The giant turtle looks at the bottom and see not just any men but some Foot Clan themselves. He saw how they were sexually harassing you and would not stand for that at all. “Why those good fa nothin bastards!” Oh how they made his blood boil. He hated that there were people like that harassing poor people like you. An innocent civilian that has done absolutely nothing wrong. He had to stop this now. He jumped down immediately like lighting from the roof top and into the shadows of the alley.

 As the Foot Clan continue to strip you down of your work clothes they stopped in their tracks as they heard a loud thud that came from behind the dumpster. They stop and stare dead in his direction. “Alright, show yourself buster, who are you?” The leader of the group says.

 “Step away from tha girl.” He says in a threating voice.

 “Or what?” The man says not sounding intimidated at all. Come out and show yourself punk! I ain’t afraid of ya!” The man says still not sounding scared.

 “I’m gonna give ya one last chance, step away..from tha girl..” He says his voice getting deeper as a warning to them.

 “And I said make me asshole!” Come on out and fight me like a man, unless you a chicken!” The man mocks at Raph. But Raph gave the men one too many chances. “If ya don’t come out, we’ll just make ya. Alright boys, attack!” He commands the other men to attack and they did as they were told, charging toward the dumpster.

 Like lightning he came out from behind the dumpster and knocked all of the other men out cold, leaving the leader standing with no backup. As Raph started walking toward him, what the leader saw made him shit his pants and wished he had never pissed him off. Okay look man I-I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me. Okay I’ll give you anything. Just please don’t hurt me! You want tha girl take her she’s yours!

 What you saw shocked you not just the way he looked but how he was able to knock out all those men with a single blow. And his speed was phenomenal like a ninja. Just who was this guy, and why did he save you? But you didn’t have time to worry about that. You were still trying to figure how to get yourself out of this mess.

 Raph leaned down and picked the guy up with one hand. “If I eva see you around here again, you’re gonna wish you had neva pissed me off in tha first place!” Raph gave him a low growl and threw him on the ground. And with that the guy agreed and fled and never looked back.

 Raph turned around and looked at you. Usually he would hide back in the shadows but it was too late and you had already seen him. His cover had been blown. ‘Nice goin big guy!’ He says to himself. He walks over toward you. “Uh…guess I should untie…” He took one of his sai’s and cut the rope and gently but firmly pulled the tape from around your mouth.

 It was your turn to start acting all dramatic and scream “monster!” or “freak”. Now he had wished he had kept you tied so he wouldn’t have to deal with those hurt words. But to his surprise you did the complete opposite of what anyone would do and hugged him tightly not wanting to let go ever. Was this really happening right now? This kind of situation hardly ever happens to him or any of the brothers for that matter so it was all so new to him he didn’t know how to act. “Thank you…for saving my life.” you say and look up at him in his eyes. Not knowing what to do he did the one thing he could only do in this situation, and that was to wrap his big arms around you. You felt so safe in his arms. He was like your angel sent from the heavens. You didn’t see him as a monster or a freak but a good person and a guy with a heart of gold.

 “Um…don’t mention it.” He says with his arms still wrapped around your waist.

 "My names (Y/N). What’s yours?“ You say to him introducing yourself.

 “It’s Raphael…but you can call me Raph.”

 “Raph, can we stay like this for a while please? I feel safe in your arms.” You say still looking into his eyes.

 “Uh sure thing (Y/N).” With that you rested your head on his plastron and you both stay like that for a good 10 minutes. This was going to be the start of something new, you both could feel it.

 The End.

 Phew how do you like this story? It just came to me. I was inspired by old action movies I saw a while back to help me wright this story. Anyway let me know what you guys think. I’ll be righting more fic’s soon. Thank you! :)

A Second Chance ( Lin x Reader )

(Write-A-Thon!)

Summary: (Y/N) is in a hurry and she bumps into Lin, her ex, in London.

Warnings: slight angst, heartbreak

Word count: 1,167

a/n: It’s day 4 of @hamwriters Write-A-Thon! The prompt was to write a fic that happens in the place you live. Since I live in London (which isn’t really that great if you were wondering) I decided to set it in London. I still can’t believe that I’ve lasted this long.

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All your dreams had come true. Being a doctor that performed life saving surgeries on people, and living in another place rather than New York.

Living in London was bleak. Sure it was your dream come true but you never expected it to rain almost every single day. You were 30 years old and still single. Well. You had a few boyfriends and a fiancé, but none of them really cared enough to stay. So you ended up giving up looking for ‘the one.’

It was a cold, rainy day (so no different from any other day) and you were sitting at the window sill of your small one bedroom house. You sighed as you watched the little droplets of water racing down the window pane. All of your dreams came true, yet you were still unhappy, unsatisfied. Without noticing, you dozed off into your dreams.

You woke up a few hours later with your phone ringing. Yawning, you grabbed the device, realising that the hospital calling.

“Hello?” You said, sounding half asleep.

“Dr (L/N)? There’s an emergency surgery about to happen. Are you available to get down here as soon as possible?” The other voice on the line told you.

“Of course. I’ll be right there” You replied.

You ended the call and rushed to your front door to put your jacket and shoes on and dashed outside. Luckily, you only lived 15 minutes away from the hospital, so you took a single bus there. You got off the bus and you were in such a hurry you were unaware of everyone around you. To your surprise you bumped into a brunette man, which resulted you in falling to the ground.

“Oh god. I. I’m so sorry. Here let me help you up.” The man said.

You couldn’t help but notice that you had recognised that voice from somewhere. He held out a hand and you took it, pulling yourself up to be face to face with him. You knew who this was. It was Lin.

“(Y/N).” The moment he said your name. Everything. Came. Back.

—Flashback—

You were in Lin’s dorm room and it was your 2 year anniversary with him.

“Liiiiin.” You cried, desperate to get his attention.

He didn’t reply but grunt at you. Signalling for you to stop bothering him.

“Lin! You’ve been at this for 2 days straight!” You looked around his dorm. Everything was a mess. “Have you even slept? Or-or eaten?” You asked him.

“Leave me alone (Y/N)!” He finally said. “I need to get this done.”

“I’m not leaving until you either go to bed, or get something to eat!” You tugged on his arm. “Please!”

“I told you already just LEAVE!” Lin yelled.

“L-Lin.” You whispered. “Please.”

“You’re not important to me right now. Okay? This is. Just leave already”

A tear slipped out of your eye. You weren’t. Important. He didn’t love you anymore. It was better to just. Leave him. Let him be.

“Sorry.” You said, your voice barely a whisper.

With that, you opened the door to his door room and left. More tears were escaping your eyes.

—End Flashback—

You couldn’t believe that he was here in front of you. After all those years of being apart. Lin was actually. In front of you.

“Lin.” You replied.

“What are you doing in London!” He asked. Pulling you into a hug. You were shocked really. Did he forget the way that you ended the relationship?

“I. I actually have to rush. There’s something I need to do to right now. Uhm. Here’s my number.” You took a pen out of your jacket and wrote the numbers on his hand. “Call me.” You told him before running off to the hospital.

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The surgery was a success and the patient was an easy patient, not reluctant towards the surgery at all. You were once again, back at home, sitting on your sofa, waiting for a pizza to be delivered to you.

DING!

You picked up your phone to a text from an unknown number.

From: Unknown Number
Hey! It’s Lin.

You forgot that you had just given your number to Lin. Where was this going to go.

To Lin:
Hey, what’s up?

From Lin:
I was wondering if you would like to hang out. You know. Talk?

To Lin:
Sure. Wanna come to my place? I’m waiting for a pizza to be delivered

From Lin:
Yeah! Sounds great.

You texted Lin your address. To be honest, you were quite nervous. The last thing he said to you before your encounter with him today was that you weren’t important. You wondered if he still thought the same thing. That you weren’t important. You had heard a lot about Lin and how he created a musical named 'in the heights’ and how he was working on a new one about Alexander Hamilton. You on the other hand were not famous in the media, you were famous for your work in hospital. But that wasn’t important in the world’s eyes

In only a matter of time, Lin arrived at your house as you heard a knock on the door. The pizza came just 5 minutes ago. You went over to your front door and opened it.

“Hey.” You tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Hi.” Lin looked the same. This time you looked at his face in detail. His facial features had stayed the same, he just looked older and hair was longer.

“Oh. Uhm. Come in.” You walked to your living room as he followed you, closing the door behind him.

You both sat down on the sofa next to each other. It was awkward. His hands were fidgety and you were biting your nails, one of your worst habits.

“So.” Lin broke the silence. “When was the last time we saw each other!”

“April 2002.” Still biting your nails. “The year we graduated from Wesleyan.”

“Ah yes. I got so much credit for that final essay I wrote.” He said, getting quieter as he spoke. Maybe he realised that was the essay that broke you guys up. “The essay that…” Lin paused.

“Broke us up.” Your voice barely a whisper.

There was another awkward silence as you continued biting your nails.

“I’m sorry.” He confessed. “I. I thought about our argument almost everyday since we had it.” He continued. “I didn’t mean it when I said that you weren’t important. You were my life back then.” He rambled. “That’s why I’m so grateful that I bumped into you today. To tell you how sorry I am. To ask you a question you would never say yes to. To ask you to give me a second chance.” He finally finished.

You stared at him. Dumbfounded. Lin actually said he was sorry. That he didn’t mean it. That he was grateful that he bumped into you. That he wanted a second chance. But did he deserve that?

You took a deep breath.

“Lin. I think you should leave.”

I was born in New York so my parents would take me to the theater from a really early age. I just remember being 5 years old and they took me to go see The Secret Garden, which is about a little girl. The second the lights came on and I saw that little girl swinging on the swing, I just knew. I literally just never wanted to do anything else, so I never did.