or something that looks like a muffin

Did Not Hurt

I’m a new DM with a party of people who, largely, are also fairly new to DnD. My party was trying to get hired by this airship pirate captain. The wizard deep gnome, who had never played before and had missed the first session, was trying to prove he could be useful on board an airship.

Wizard: I can…do magic…

NPC Captain: Oh yes? Show me.

Wizard: [OOC] Uh…what spells do I have that will look impressive? If I cast Blade Ward, and someone throws something at me it won’t hit me, right? 

Me: *doesn’t respond, paging through PHB trying to find the spell for reference*

Wizard: Yeah okay, I cast Blade Ward.

Me: So…you draw this complicated sort of design in the air with your finger to cast it. There’s no visible effect yet, it just looks like you’re waving your hands around. The captain raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Wizard: I say “Now, I need someone to throw something at me.”

Sorcerer: I IMMEDIATELY jump up and throw my ENTIRE plate full of muffins and a butter knife at him.

Me: *having by now found the spell in the PHB* Okay. So. The spell doesn’t actually stop anything from HITTING you. The plate, the burnt muffins, and the butter knife all crash into you, bouncing off and rolling all over the floor. However, due to the spell, you take no damage.

Wizard: I point to the butter knife that bounced off my head and say, “See? Did not hurt.”

NPC Captain: …Do you have any OTHER…skills?


  • It looks like a mystery to me.
  • I can already taste those chocolate-covered hotdogs.
  • I’ll wait here and when you find out, send me a telegram.
  • Can I help it if my first toy was a garbage disposal?
  • I’m so scared I wish I had a ham sandwich.
  • It sure would help if we could find another clue. .
  • Well, we saw a very strange character running around out there.
  • Besides us there is no one else on this island.
  • We know we didn’t imagine all those kooky things that happened.
  • Maybe the moonlight was playing tricks on you.
  • You shouldn’t believe everything you read.
  • Soap? I hardly use it myself, but why not?
  • Creeps and Crawls! They sure picked the right lawyers for this job.
  • Come on, ______. Where’s your sense of humour?
  • I’m beginning to think that following ghosts is safer than following you two!
  • Another mystery bites the dust.
  • I have to figure out why my trap didn’t work.
  • Oh, good gracious! What is that?
  • Why do you need more money?
  • What about this locket we found where you were digging?
  • Well, guess we owe you kids thanks.
  • Like, uh-uh– Like, who–who is this? ❞
  • The real mystery has just begun..
  • You don’t know what you’ve uncovered.
  • You should never have brought that locket out of the cave.
  • Gang, we have a mystery on our hands!
  • Think you could come and get us?
  • I guess we’re here for the whole night.
  • I left a few pages blank, you know, for future traps.
  • Rule number two: stay in your rooms, no matter what you hear.
  • I’m starting to smell a little… funky.
  • Like, I’ve got a bad feeling we’re gonna find out.
  • Are you trying to set me up with - him/her/them? ❞
  • Anyone with hair that perfect has to be guilty of something.
  • Does this mean you finally accept what I want to do with my life?
  • Wow, who are you trying to impress? ❞
  • Like, what can I say? Junk food and me have a very special relationship.
  • I have no idea what you’re talking about.  ❞
  • You promised me you were going to start caring more about your appearance.
  • What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on?
  • I didn’t know this year’s prom theme was terror and pandemonium.
  • I need to tell you something and I need you to listen.
  • Isn’t it obvious? My looks are starting to fade.
  • But what are you doing here? Why have you been sneaking out?
  • Like, you don’t hear many monsters from other dimensions scream for help.
  • Why can’t anything in this town ever turn out to be real?
  • Hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!
  • Hey, little muffin, how ‘bout you and me go for a moonlight ride?
  • All I know is, since my dad owns the place, we get free refills.
  • Did you break into the armory and steal a rocket launcher?
  • Don’t be so hard on yourself. You tried to do a very brave thing.
  • I’m going to have to let out an unearthly howl and destroy you.
  • I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling–
  • Zoinks!
Are The Girls Here?

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluff…so much fluff, also sorry for any typos or mistakes. If you find any, drop by my inbox and tell me please?

Word Count: 3.1k …sorry?

Summary: At one of Shawn’s Q&A’s, the fans seem to be more interested in you and Aaliyah than they are Shawn.

A/N: There was a Shawn imagine where it was similar but it didn’t include Aaliyah or the same questions. I asked the writer of that fic ( @1-800-sassy-mendes)  if she was ok with it and she was! Hope you understand! Xx


“y/n? y/n wake up, Shawn’s doing the q&a and you said you were gonna come with me.” Aaliyah said as she shook you awake. 

“I’m up! I’m up. What’s-what’s Shawn doing?” You mumbled as you slowly rose from the couch. 

“The q&a! Come on! It just started!” She whined.

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Crazy, Stupid, Love

Title: Crazy, Stupid, Love

Summary: When the girl Dean’s been in love with for years returns home from a disastrous date, he takes it upon himself to make her feel better. But things do not go as planned and feelings he’d kept under wraps for years begin to surface. Which is a bad thing. Right?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Cameron (OMC, mentioned)

Word count: 2191

Warnings: Language, a smudge of angst and fluff. So much fluff, guys. 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Romcom Fluff Challenge and @hannahindie‘s HanCelebratesWithPawnee challenge. Ladies, thank you so much for granting me an extension and allowing me to combine your two wonderful challenges. I hope this was worth the wait.

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 who’s helped me so much with this. She’s the best. 

My prompts for this were “I’m wildly unhappy, and I’m trying to buy it, and it’s not working” from Crazy, Stupid, Love (I am so in love with that movie btw) and “I’m fine. It’s just that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.” (Both are included in bold in the text below. Gif’s not mine. )

Without further ado. Enjoy <3

The kitchen was a mess, filled with empty pans, dough-dusted spoons and muffin-stuffed cooling racks while specks of splattered batter and flour painted the surface of the counter in shades of white, the homely image reminding Dean of mornings he used to spend by his mother’s side while she baked his favorite pie or cut the crust off his sandwich.

Tightening his grip around the glass he’d been holding, Dean felt his heart clenching painfully at the memory and waited for the all too familiar feelings of homesickness and grief to wash over him like they always did, but Y/N caught the subtle change in him and reached over to graze his arm with her fingertips, the light pressure enough to ground him back to Earth, back into the moment he got to spend with her.

It was one of the things he loved about her, the way she could read him like an open book, how she accepted him for all he was, taking in mistakes and wounds and scars and giving nothing but smiles and affection in return.

Y/N was warmth and comfort to him and that was partly the reason he’d been glad that he was the one she sought for after that date of hers went terribly wrong. He’d been glad because she trusted him enough to be vulnerable around him, trusted him enough to let him in, let him wipe that look of disappointment off her face with a silly joke and a forehead kiss, and tell her that, God, she deserved so much better than Mr. Ballsy, the guy who thought buying her a drink would land him a one-way ticket to her bed.

Because Y/N did deserve better.

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Just Hold Me

A/N: I’m in the mood for some cuddles right now and have no one to cuddle with (b/c boys are dumb) So imma write about it instead.

You woke up to an empty bed this morning, no messages from him on your phone, no note in the kitchen. You knew something was up.

Shawn almost never leaves without any contact to you in anyway. You know where he is and what he is doing, you talked about that at dinner last night, but still it’s a bit odd that he hasn’t even said Hi through text. 

You decide that he is probably just really busy and that you don’t need to be bugging him while he is in the studio writing with Geoff. Instead you decide to make some muffins that way he can have a treat when he gets home. 

You had just put the muffins in the oven when you heard the door open. You smiled and waited for Shawn to meet you in the kitchen. 

“Babe?” He called, he almost sounded sad.

“Shawn?” You called back meeting him in the hallway. 

“Hi.” He weakly smiled at you.

“Bad day?” You asked.

“No it was fine, just feeling a bit off and I don’t know why.” He admits shrugging.

“You okay?” You push further wanting to make sure he really is okay.

“Yeah, can you cuddle me?” He asks looking down. 

“Shawn are you alright?” You ask becoming concerned. He didn’t respond he just walked to you and picked you up. You laughed and protested as he carried you over her shoulder to your shared bedroom. He set you down on the bed and crawled after you. 

You let yourself wrap around him, legs tangling, pulling him close. He held you tight and you nuzzled your head into his neck. You lightly left small kisses up and down his neck as he hummed in pleasure. 

“How was your day babe?” He asked as you looked up at him.

“It was pretty uneventful, just doing laundry and cleaning the bathroom.” You nodded with a small smile. “How was the studio?” You say making it sound casual when in reality you are just trying to get some answers.

“It was okay, we didn’t really hit any inspiration. It’s kind of hard when you are cooped up in a room. It has the most plain walls and 97 pin holes from all the posters they have hung up in there.” He says closing his eyes.

“You counted the pin holes?” You ask raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, when there is nothing to do and no music coming to your head you get board.” 

“Why didn’t you text or call me?” You ask.

“I don’t know, Geoff said ‘no distractions’.” He shrugs.

“I’m a distraction?”

“Yeah babe, in a good way. Just that when I start talking to you I don’t want to stop, most of the time I just sit there trying to think of ways I could get out of there early so I can come home to you.” He says absentmindedly. 

You hear the timer going off in the kitchen and start to get out of bed.

“Hey, it was a compliment I swear.” He says starting to pull you back.

“What?” You ask confused.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, you are the best distraction I promise, don’t leave.” He says and you let your head drop, laughing a bit.

“I love you.” You laugh and give him a quick peck. 

“Where are you going?” He calls as you walk to the kitchen.

“Just wait, I have a surprise for you.” You call out. You take the muffins out of the oven and then out of the tin. You grab two of them and cut them in half spreading the butter just the way he likes. You walk back to the room to find him sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you. 

“Surprise.” You smile as you show him what’s in your hand. 

“I love you so much.” He smiles as you hand him his buttered muffin.

“I’m glad I made them today, with you having an off day you need something to make you smile.” You say sitting next to him. He looks at you with a weird face. “What?” You ask.

“I don’t need muffins to make me smile. The idea of you at home, for me, alone makes me smile. You make me smile. I don’t need a fucking muffin to make my day better. That’s what you do.” He says becoming serious.

You were joking about the muffin making him smile, but he didn’t take it that way. He was being weird and you didn’t know how to be respond. He was being loving and clingy but also his stubborn sassy self.

“Shawn I know.” You say softly clearing your throat. 

“Good, now hurry up and finish because I wasn’t done cuddling with you.” He grins as you take a bite. 

My local comic book store is a really nice place. Tons of comics and merchandise, a coffee shop in the back, all super hero themed. It’s also part of a big chain and attached to one of the normal stores, but they handle the comic book part as it’s an independent location. The guys who work there set up a chat to let us regulars know when new comics arrive and hold em for us a couple weeks before we can buy it. The coffee shop opened recently and the “normal store” customers go there a lot.

I went to pick up my comics and decided to get coffee. There isn’t a line just a middle aged lady asking the girl at the counter how much each thing costs. She ends up getting a coffee+muffin combo, which is on sale advertised on a big poster - plain coffee+vanilla or chocolate muffin. Lady pays and girl goes to get it (she is the only one working the coffee shop) but lady changes her mind and asks for a cappuccino with cream and one of those fancy muffins that are obviously more expensive. Girl gets the muffin and before making the cappuccino she says the cheap combo is actually plain coffee and plain muffins, tells her the price difference and asks if she wants it anyway. Lady isn’t having. She starts a ranting about how the girl lied to her and demands what she wants for the cheap price. Girl apologizes, very polite, but lady accuses her of false advertising. 

I’ve worked retail and I know how it is (also this lady is putting up a scam wtf), so I cut her up and point the poster (the girl did it too), that could not have been more clear. She says “just give me the cappuccino and my muffin”. Girl hasn’t made the coffee yet so she asks if the lady wants the plain combo or if she is going to pay the difference and lady THROWS A FIT. The poor girl ended up giving what she wanted for the combo price. It’s my time to order so I ask if it won’t be trouble for her and offer to take her side if she talks to the manager, but she says it’s her second week and she doesn’t want any trouble. We talk about how the lady did it on purpose and the girl looks relieved that I believe her and a lil happier.

I was so mad that this sitty woman would do something like that to a young girl who’s busting her ass in a new job, in a store where everybody is super nice and helpful and all the employees will go way past their job to make sure customers are happy. I actually got the cappuccino and an expensive muffin too and sat right in front of her, glaring at her nonstop the entire time. She got uncomfortable really fast didn’t even finish eating before leaving the store, a good third of the muffin lingering in the table. 

Maybe you scammed your way through this but you sure as hell don’t get to enjoy your STOLE muffin and cappuccino, b****.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx


A Really Solid Plan
She’s Missing, Not Dead
Baking Mad
The Lovebird
Are You Jealous?
I Did The Dishes
Not Happy To See Me
We’re Gonna Die, Now You Tell Me?
Can We Please…
If You Wanted To See Me Naked…
The Winning Shot
Heart Rate Increases
What Do You Want For Christmas…
It’s A Contest
She Looks Great
My Favourite Kind Of Person…
Confessions Of A Drunk Assassin
On Your Fingers
I Swooped In
In My Time Of Dying
The Dreaded Day
A New Perspective
Happy Un-Birthday
A Good Day For Love To Die
A Red Rose
I Know…
Start Of Something Good
Family Matters | Wedding Jitters
“I Cut My Own Bangs…”
“I Didn’t Like That One Anyway”
Engraved Into Me
I Saw An Angel |Muffin|
Minor Trust Issues |Part Two|
Whipped Soldier
“Never procreate, Please, Don’t”
There’s a Knife
“Do These Look…”
You Yelling Is Terrifying
Belt Loops
I Want Food
Time To Celebrate
I Miss Her Too |Daughter| Reader
Drive Thru Hell
They Were Neato
A Change In Time - Written by Lucy
The Way Things Were - Written by Lucy
The Dinner Date - Written by Lucy
Picky Princess
Life Starts All Over Again


Simple Delights (Part Two - not posted) NSFW
For The First Time NSFW
The Librarian NSFW


I Never Forgot You
Chapter One |Two| |Three| |Four| |Five| |Six| |Seven| |Eight| |Nine|

Bucky Watches Supernatural
My Blood Valentine| Part Two

Love Has No Height Restrictions
Chapter One

Bucky’s Girl
Chapter One | Chapter Two| Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Steve’s Little Sister
Chapter One | 

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
P.S. I Love You |

  Alternate “You”niverse Masterlist  // Headcanon Masterlist // Imagines Masterlist // The Walking Dead Masterlist // Lance Tucker Masterlist // Riverdale Masterlist

Mutual Benefits

I moved to pull my fitted-T down.  It was feeling tight and I wasn’t sure if it showed.  I glanced across the table and smiled at Jack.  He was working so hard on that bacon cheese burger.  The first one went down quickly but the second he was taking his time with.  I couldn’t tell if the slow rhythmic way he bit into it was for his pleasure or mine.  I didn’t ask.  I watched him lick some juice off his lower lip.  Making me go crazy in the middle of the restaurant.  I tried not to move my legs around.  The feeling I got from the tight grip of my jeans and Jacks grin were too much.  I told him to stop it.  
“Stop what?” He said, and leaned back in his chair, showing off the part of his belly now escaping his shirt.  He was so round by now.  I couldn’t help replaying the entire day in my head.  From the waffles with whipped cream, fruit, and syrup.  To the mid-day snacks, to the lunch time feast.  Mmm, now this.  It was hard to contain myself, so I decided to head to the bathroom and try to relax.  Standing up only turned me on more as I slid out of the chair and walked/ waddled to the ladies.  These jeans wouldn’t work anymore.  And I didn’t know why I was still wearing this tight T-shirt.  Cause it had Hendrix on it, and  it clung to my belly so nicely.  Also, Jack could make me wear basically anything he wanted me to, and it was often tight.  
As I looked in the mirror I thought of how much like a captive I felt.  Unable to stop this situation from going further.  I succumbed to the pleasure that was examining myself in the mirror.  Staring back at me was a very pudgy Laila.  My hips were so round and the waist of the jeans so tight.  I tried to tuck more of my fat into the jeans but they wouldn’t move.  I pulled them up as much as I could, forced to jump.  A woman exited the stall behind me as I was doing so.  She smiled at me in the mirror, as if to say, “been there”.  But she was easily 15 pounds lighter than me.  You have no idea, I thought.  She walked out and I washed my hands just for something to do.  Guess I have a muffin top now, I thought, and walked out.  
As I sat back down I felt bigger.  Jack had moved on to his second cheese burger and was polishing off French fries.
“What should we have for dessert?” he smiled devilishly.  We were both so full.  He looked like he was rolling as he sat up and back again.  
“Do you really have room for dessert?” I inquired.  
“I always have room for dessert baby.”
I was excited.  I had room for dessert too.  I scooted my chair in, feeling my belly relax, and finished off my quesadilla.  “Let’s get cake” I said.
I spilled out of the car when we got back to his apartment.  My stomach bouncing easily as I walked to the door.  Jack groaned, holding his full belly for a second before moving.  Then walked towards me fast, belly poking out in front.  
We sat down inside and I couldn’t believe we both still wanted to eat.  I leaned back on the couch feeling my full belly resting on the tight waistline of my jeans.  Gray shirt hugging every curve, except that one roll of fat at the bottom that the shirt couldn’t contain anymore.  Jack sat back too, his round full belly looking ridiculously tight.  I started to feed him.  Chocolate candy bars.  He patted his belly and asked for more and I enthusiastically reached for some.  I put them in his mouth for him as he lay back, controlling the whipped cream can.  His shirt was stretched enough that I could see his huge lower belly.  One line of nice black hair going down.  I didn’t want to move.  He was looking so fat.  I decided to make myself get up and go get the chocolate pudding from the fridge.  I held my protruding belly as I stood up and felt so sexy as I realized I could barely bend over to search the fridge.  Jack was licking his fingers lazily as he munched on a nutty bar.  He was staring at me with a teasing expression as he licked off every smear of chocolate.  I shuffled back over with the finishing touches, chocolate pudding and frozen waffles.  He couldn’t resist those and I wanted to really push him tonight.  He was feeling his belly, seeing how much I put in him tonight.  It showed, not only was the shirt stretched skin tight, the indent of his belly button showed clear as day.  I stared at it as I handed him a pudding cup.  
He shook his head “I can’t. Mmm.  So full.”
“Come on, please?” I chided with a smile.  
“Well if you insist. Hand me one.” he said.
I smiled wider.  So easy, I thought.  Amazing.  I handed it over but made him reach a little so I could see him struggle to lean forward.  He had to hold his belly and scoot forward.  His lower belly hung out of his shirt completely.  He grabbed the pudding and collapsed again with a big moan.  I gave him one more pudding.  He shook his head and wrapped his heavy arm around me.  I could see how swollen he was, but I wanted this night to be epic.  
“Okay, let me check how big you are.  If I’m satisfied, I won’t make you eat it” I teased.  I ran my hand across the top of his belly, feeling the round protrusion.  I travelled down his left side, noting the beginning of a love handle.  
“Mmm” He moaned “well am I full enough?” My hand continued around his side, feeling the thickness there, and ending on the juiciest part of his belly in the front.  I was staring, caressing, memorizing every inch of this belly I’d helped create.  It was beautiful, soft and thick.  
I cupped the bottom of his belly and whispered in his ear “You’re getting huge baby.  I want you to eat one more.” He nodded very slowly.  I gave it to him and got on my knees.  I put my mouth in between his belly hang and his tight waist band and started licking.  He moaned and moved to unbutton his pants but I stopped him “NO, I’ll decide when you get to do that.”  
He leaned back with his pudding, trying to find an angle where he could still see me.  I put my hands inside his shirt, tracing his swollen belly.  My mouth continued to suck the sensitive skin just above his belt.  I tried to stuff more into my mouth, feel more with my hands, cover the entire surface area of my favorite thing.  I needed to reward him for his unwavering gluttony.  He groaned as he finished the last pudding in triumph.  I grabbed his thick sides and ran my mouth briskly across him, licking and sucking in pure ecstasy. As I felt his hands grab my hair I looked up at him, “What now?” I said with a grin.

The Arrangement (Part 5)

Summary: Dean struggles to deal with the rest of the morning, and then gets an unexpected call. The two of you go on a double date with Sam and Jess.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,100

Warnings: language? sexual tension… I think that’s it.

A/N: here’s the next part guys. Sorry, but I had to cut it off in the middle of dinner or it would have been like 5,000+ words. Promise the next part will be out soon. Maybe Sunday or Monday depending on life. Sorry if it’s messy, I’m burnt out and my brain is barely functional. (also please, again, check the tags. A bunch aren’t working)

Need to catch up? Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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charmer week day 2: first date

“Em. Em. Em.”

Em was lying on her bed, lazily turning pages in her book. She refused to look up at Caitlin.

“Emily. Emilyyyyyyyy…”

Em turned another page in her book. Caitlin could see a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Emily Rachel Eastman,” implored Cait. “Light of my life. Most generous roommate. Finest setter on the Samwell Women’s Volleyball team. Do I look okay enough for this date?”

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Frankly, Tim was having a terrible day. He’d broken his wrist a week ago, which meant no patrol, and he’d finished all the work he could do from home. He was going stir-crazy— wandering aimlessly around his apartment, checking and rechecking his equipment. In the end he’d driven to the manor, hoping for something to do, but the house had been empty all night. He’d clicked through Netflix episodes until the early hours of the morning, fallen asleep on the couch, and woken up exhausted.

At least Dick wasn’t doing any better. He called to check in while Tim was headed downstairs, complaining about a streak of murders in his neighborhood that he hadn’t been able to solve. Tim put him on speaker when he hit the kitchen, set his phone on the counter, and nodded to Damian, who was already at the table. Damian didn’t look up from his newspaper.

“Drake. You look half-dead.”

“You’ve looked worse.” Tim pulled the pancake mix from the shelf and turned around in time to see Damian slowly lower his paper, clearly scandalized. Tim decided he was too tired to care.

“We need to work on your sense of self preservation,” sighed Dick. “Hey, Damian. Try not to stab anyone.”

“No promises.” Damian glared pointedly in Tim’s direction and went back to his paper.

“Anyway, Tim, listen— I have to go. I’ve been awake for forty hours, and this isn’t getting any easier.”

“Have you considered taking a break?”

“This was my break.” Dick stifled a yawn. “I’ll be fine.”

Tim figured he probably would be, until he saw Damian’s eyes narrow. Uh oh. As Dick clicked off the line, Damian folded up his newspaper and made for the door. Tim followed him into the hallway, grinning. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.

“So what are you going to do to him?”

“Go away, Drake.”

“Slip him sleep meds? Break into his apartment and badger him into submission?”


“You’re not going to physically fight him, are you?”

“No.” Damian swept inside his bedroom, slamming the door in Tim’s face. “Mind your own business.”

“Damian, c’mon, I just want to know if I have enough time to make popcorn.” No answer. Tim leaned against the doorframe, listening to Damian clatter around inside. “If this is about what I said in the kitchen, I’m sorry about the dead joke.”

Damian’s voice came out muffled behind the wood. “No you’re not.”

Okay, fine. He wasn’t. “Seriously, tell me what you’re planning to do.”

“I’m going to ask him politely to go to sleep.”

“That’s it?” Tim pulled away from the wall, disappointed— and maybe a little irritated. He knew from personal experience that if he went that long without sleeping, Damian started pulling out sedatives. As tired as he was of Damian’s over the top interventions, Tim had always assumed they were over the top because that’s how Damian did things. From the right angle, he was almost being nice. But if he wasn’t going to do it to Dick…

“How come you don’t—” Tim cut himself off as Damian’s door swung open. 

“Because Grayson values my opinion and me as a person, so if I ask him to take care of himself, he will. Because Grayson listens to to me.” Damian swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, shot Tim a look that said (very clearly) unlike some people, and marched back up the hall. 

“That’s not…” Tim stood for a few seconds, arms crossed, then hurried after Damian. “Okay, that’s not fair. I listen to you. Or at least I would if you ever asked me for anything.”

“I do,” said Damian. “You don’t.”

“Since when?” Tim couldn’t remember ignoring any requests— Damian didn’t talk to him that often, and most of what he did say was insulting. Tim could remember a few comments about his life habits, sure, but no questions. Damian never asked.

Alright, maybe that was Damian’s version of asking. 

“Fine.” Tim caught up with Damian at the front door, while he was fishing for his keys. “I’ll pay more attention next time.” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m thrilled. Can you drive me to Grayson’s apartment?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Finally, something to do. He’d been lying around for days, and he was starting to feel like dead weight. Useless. Anyway, Tim wanted to see how this played out— Dick was stubborn, and Tim wasn’t sure that he would cooperate as easily as Damian predicted. He was as much of a workaholic as any of them.

“I’ll get my keys.” 

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BTS reaction to you getting stressed/anxious suddenly

As requested by @ferardislove-ferardislife here is BTS’ reaction to you getting really stressed/anxious randomly in a situation. You didn’t give much detail of what situation so I did a wide variety for different members :)

some of the following content is for mature minds only ;)

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Who should you fight: The Company of Thorin Oakenshield

There is now a ‘who you should fuck’ companion to this post, for those who want to make love not war.

Balin: Dude survived the fall of Erebor, Azanulbizar, and Thorin’s quest. He survived Smaug twice. It took Moria to take him down, and there was a fucking Balrog in there. Are you Gandalf? Are you as strong as a Balrog? Of course not. Do not fight.

Dwalin: Just look at this guy. He is just waiting for an excuse to feed someone a knuckleduster sandwich. Do not give him a reason to. Death itself looks at Dwalin and thinks ‘I’m not really up to that today’. Do not fight.

Oin: He’s deaf, so you might have the upper hand briefly if you sneak up on him, but that’s not going to last long. He’s a tough old warrior and he’s seen far worse than you. He’ll defeat you and complain loudly about disrespectful youth the entire time. Do not fight.

Gloin: Do you think fighting Gimli’s daddy is going to end well for you? He’s going to kick your ass and charge you interest for it. Do not fight.

Bifur: The axe couldn’t take him out, do you really think you can? Do not fight.

Bofur: Why do you want to fight Bofur? Do you hate happiness? Doesn’t matter anyways, you’re not gonna win. He’s got hella muscles from mining and he’s vicious with that mattock. He’ll probably buy you a beer afterward and then you’ll feel like an ass. Do not fight.

Bombur: Dude is barrel whirlwind of axes and death. He is a tank. He could take you out with nothing but his battle spoon. Do not fight.

Dori: He might seem like an easy target, with his fussy nature and delicate manners, but beneath that elegance lies the strongest Dwarf of the Company. Will kick your ass and make you feel like a clod for making him do it. Do not fight.

Nori: I get why you want to, really. He probably stole something of yours, and he doesn’t look all that intimidating, but trust me. No. Any attempt to fight him is going to earn you a knife somewhere uncomfortable. Do not fight.

Ori: You want to fight Ori? You look at this tiny muffin, this sweet nerdling with his little scarf and his little quill, and you want to fight him? That is not going to end well for you. Beneath that soft exterior lies surprising strength. If you really make him, he’ll grab up some improbably sized weapon and go to town. And that’s if you’re lucky and his brothers don’t get you first. Do not fight. 

Fili: Did you see how many knives this ray of sunshine had on him? This guy is a well armed and highly skilled warrior. Do not fight.

Kili: With those puppy dog eyes you really want to fight him? Really? I mean, go ahead you monster, but it’s not going to end well for you. Dude is fuckin’ fearless. Do not fight.

Thorin Oakenshield: After all canon put him through you still want to fight this guy? This guy got used as a warg matriarch’s chewy-toy and just shook it off. This guy is going to kick your ass and then stare into the distance and sigh dramatically while his luscious locks flow in the wind. He kicks your ass and comes out the other side even more majestic. Do not fight.

Bonus Round - Bilbo Baggins: He seems like an easy target, but wait up. Look at his success rate vs really strong foes including THE ONE FUCKING RING. Do not fight. Do not risk it.

TL:DR - do not fight the Company of Thorin. Your flabby human ass does not stand a chance.

The Final Play

IMAGINE: Bucky hasn’t been paying attention to (Y/N) lately, missing out their dates, purposely ignoring her. Is he tired of her? Or is there something up his sleeve?

[gif is not mine. hope you guys like it. this story was inspired by the plot in ‘himym’ -you know, where barney finally proposes to robin.]

word count: 2.0 k+

act one

“I think your best friend is cheating on me.”

Sam looked at (Y/N) alarmed, he almost dropped the muffin that he was holding. Steve audibly gasped beside him as well as stilling. “He’s not my best friend. AND what?”

(Y/N) sat down on the stool in front of Sam and Steve. “We haven’t spent any of our free time together. I barely see him, he says that he’s always at work, we haven’t had sex in like three weeks.” She reached over and grabbed Steve’s drink and skulled it.

“Have you talked to him about it?” Sam questioned.

“Whenever I try to tell him that we haven’t been spending a lot of time together he just bolts or tries to change the subject.”

“Bucky loves you.”

“It doesn’t seem like it anymore. I don’t want to be one of those women who need the spend every moment we have together, but I need to see him at least.” She burrowed her face in her palms. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Is he bored with me? Does he want to be with someone else, is this his way of saying it?”

Sam looked over to Steve worriedly. “I’m sure that he’s just busy, (Y/N).”

“Am I making a mistake?” The words came of her mouth as soon as she thought of it. Her and Bucky have always been strong, they were the ones that everyone wanted to be. They were the strongest people with the strongest relationship. “Being with him?”

“No!” Steve denied vehemently. He knew that Bucky before (Y/N) was a coping mess, coping but messily and in isolation. With (Y/N) he was the Bucky that he knew before HYDRA got to him. She was perfect for him. “You guys are meant to be!”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve and Sam sadly. “His actions aren’t really saying that nowadays. I’m getting tired.”

Steve sat up and leaned sat forward, concern etched on his face. “(Y/N), what are you saying?” He asked slowly, fearing for the worst.

“I want to be with someone who actually pays attention to me.” She shrugged again and stood up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

act two

“Are you sure she really said that?”

Steve nodded, “She did. What the hell are you doing Buck?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re pushing her away! You don’t push the people you love away!” Steve to emphasise his point hit Bucky  every time he spoke a word.

“Damn it, Steve! Calm down.” He rubbed his arm, “Jesus,” He mumbled and moved away when Steve raised her fist again.

“Look, you’re like my brother and I love you but you need to stop fucking around with (Y/N)! Unless you want to be single again!” Steve angrily pointed a finger at Bucky who was still nursing his now bruising arm.

“I’m not cheating on her,” he denied. Bucky nervously rubbed his neck, “I’ve been working on something, that’s why I haven’t been spending time with her.”

Steve folded her arms crossly at her brother, “What is is then?”

He stood up and looked at him silently asking Steve to follow him. When they reached his office he showed him the folder and watched as he intently read through it.


Bucky smiled at his best friend, he nodded once, “Yes, really.”

act three

“What do you mean he’s not going to come?” (Y/N) paced back and forth, her cellphone clenched tightly in her hand. “He’s your best friend!”

Steve shrugged once, “I don’t know. He said he’s busy looking at the plans we have for the next mission.”

“You’re being commended at the museum! He could do that anytime after this!” She abruptly stopped pacing back and forth, almost tripping over the train of her dress. “That motherfucker.”

“(Y/N), honestly, it doesn’t matter.” Steve placated her. “It’s just a stupid ceremony.”

She shook her head, “No, Steve It really does matter. I mean, if he thinks that skipping out this very important event for his best friend, what do you think his stance on missing out our kids important events? Missing ballet recitals? Or missing rugby matches?”

“You know he won’t do that.”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve sadly. “I don’t think I know him anymore.” She picked up her clutch, “I’ll see you and the group at the museum, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“To find Bucky and tell him exactly what I’ve been thinking and feeling since he started treating me like nothing.”

act four

Throughout the whole car ride to Bucky, (Y/N) thought about what she was going to say him. What would happen if she confronted him? Would they be able to sort out through their problems, or would they break up?

“Ma’am, we’re here.”

She nodded to her driver and opened the door. As she looked up at the tall, lit building she could feel her heart in her mouth. As much as she wanted to turn back and let him continue whatever he was doing, she knew that deep down inside her that she needed to do this for her, him and their relationship.

She opened the door to his office at the Tower hesitantly,when she stepped inside her search came to a halt as there was no one there. (Y/N) furrowed her brows. Where the hell was he? She was about to turn back when she saw a single red rose on his chestnut table. Moving forward she looked at the rose curiously, beneath it sat a small note with Bucky’s familiar writing.


(Y/N) made a face and wondered why he wanted her to come up to the roof. Thinking nothing of it, she picked up the rose and started walking towards the lift.

After walking a flight of stairs, she finally reached the door to the roof, opening it she was met with petals of pink and red roses on the floor. She looked around and saw candles lit around everywhere. In the middle of the roof, a paper circled with flowers and candles. Walking to towards it, she bent down and picked up the card.

The Final Play: The (Y/L/N)

First Step: Meet the perfect girl. Perfect girl meaning (Y/N). Perfect girl meaning she will shout at you when you fuck up, anger you, love you more than anything. The girl who will look after you during the night when you scream in fear, when you don’t want to talk so she just holds you and whispers comforting words.

Second Step: Make a complete arse out of yourself e.g. when you tried to ask her out romantically which ended up accidentally setting both of yourselves on fire and you tripping over and accidentally smacking your head against her nose.

Third Step: Realise something very important.

Fourth Step: Conduct an elaborate plan that will take over two months to put together.

Fifth Step: Start preparing everything. Spend a lot of time at ‘work’ -work meaning that you’re calling every flower shop so you can have more than enough roses.

Sixth Step: She’s going to go bonkers, so be wary. You know that she’s going to doubt your relationship and it’s going to kill you both but hopefully this is worth it.

Seventh Step: She’s going to confide in Steve and Sam. Steve’s going to yell at you, probably punch you, Sam’s just going to be passive around you…or throw things at you. When Steve comes to you, let him tell you what (Y/N) told him. After Steve berating you and him giving you the look, show him the plan.

Eight Step: Deliberately miss out Steve’s event -make sure that he tells (Y/N) this. Tell Steve to tell her that you’re at work looking over some files…or something. She arrives at the Tower and she can’t find me and then she sees the note.

Ninth Step: Make her go to the roof.

Tenth Step: Be prepared, but you’re always prepared with her so it’s okay. This is it buddy, you’re spending the rest of your life with the soulmate you thought that would never come to you, but here she is standing in one of the most important places in your relationship, reading the stupid romantic plan that you made.

“Cliche, I know.”

At Bucky’s voice she looked up from reading, barely noticing that there were tears in her eyes.

“What is all this?”

“Do you remember what happened on this roof?”

(Y/N) racked her brain, trying to remember what exactly happened when they first met each other on this roof.

“I do. I remember vividly.” Bucky placed his hands into his pocket, rocked back and forth and smiled boyishly at her. “You came up here after Tony introduced you to everyone. You were trying to escape Pietro and I was trying to escape the crowd. You talked to me like I was a normal person, that I wasn’t Bucky or the fact that I was the Winter Soldier.”

Bucky slowly walked up to her, “I fell in love with you that first day. You were brilliant, you were passionate. As you stood there giving me these weird facts and imitating everyone down at the party, I could see our future in my mind. In that moment, I swore to myself that I would marry you.” He nodded towards the paper.

She looked at it and turned it over.

Final Step: Hope that she says yes.

“I’m so sorry that I made you doubt everything that we had together but I needed to do this. To prove to you just how much I love you, in some fucked up way I needed to do this. But this is the last time I will ever lie to you, unless you want me to lie to you.”

(Y/N) looked away from the paper and looked back to Bucky who was now down on one knee on the ground.

“You’re my soulmate. The person that I didn’t know that I was looking for until I found you. You’re what made my life everything that it is, you made it matter. I wasn’t the Winter Soldier, I wasn’t the cavalier Bucky, I was James. I was me. You’re my best friend.” (Y/N) sniffled at his Bucky continued his speech.

“There are two things in this world that I’m completely certain of: I know that we belong together, and that you are the love of my life and soulmate.” Bucky smiled and opened the the box. “So (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do the honor of marrying me?”

She let out a soft sob and moved forwards to him, “Yes! Yes!” She cried happily as he smiled widely at her. Picking her up and twirling her around, he realised that one of his favourite sounds in the world was her giggling.

He placed her down and placed the ring on her finger. Bucky kissed her once. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she mumbled against his lips. (Y/N) pulled back and gave him a cheeky grin, “You know you’re certain of three things.”


“You said love of my life and soul mate. That’s two things.”

Bucky shrugged, “You’re both. There’s no one else for me.”

As he wrapped his arms around her again, the ring he gave her glittering on her left ring finger, Bucky couldn’t help but feel complete.

act five

They live happily ever after…well not really, not in the conventional rom-com way. They fight, they shout at each other. Has often either slept on Steve’s couch, or grabbed a hotel room. But they always manage to go back to each other because that’s what soulmates are. You fight until you’re red but you come back to each other because you can’t stand being mad at them. They were the happiest with each other more than any other could make them.

Rent-a-Boyfriend™ Drabble

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Genre: Fluff. Lots of it. 
I know this fic is a favourite amongst all of you and though I don’t have any ideas for an entire sequel, I hope this will suffice. 

You’re scared for your life.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic but you can’t call yourself over the top when Taehyung’s your boyfriend.

And recently you learnt how much he loves to celebrate holidays.

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charmer week day 1: meet-cute

wow, me actually try to keep up with a writing challenge? sounds fake. but it’s only day one, so we’ll have to see. anyway, @charmerweek, this one’s for you.


Six minutes before his 9 A.M. class started, Chowder was in his usual seat when the girl who always sat two seats over from him came in. Normally, this wouldn’t have been remarkable, but today it was, and it was for a few reasons.

1. She had a massive coffee stain down her white t-shirt.
2. Her right wrist was in a black brace, the kind kept together with velcro.
3. She was crying. Not quietly crying, either. Big, ugly, snotty sobs. Her face was blotchy and red, shiny where she had wiped tears away.

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Muffin Lady

A lady came into the library/cafe I work in and offered for the large family behind her to go first, but they declined. She then ordered a drink I would have to mix myself as well as a muffin that she told me to heat up for her. 

I popped her muffin into the microwave, then proceeded to take the order of the family behind her while she stood waiting by the counter. They hadn’t even finished their order when she asked for a refund because she had to go and was going to be late to meet her family. She had no cellphone out, so it wasn’t like she received an urgent text. I pulled out her muffin and handed that to her along with the refund for her drink. She looked at me like I was an idiot and said she needed to refund the muffin too since she had a condition and had to drink when she ate.

Lesson: Don’t order a complicated mixed drink and hot food if you are in a hurry. Just get something bottled or canned out of the fridge section and leave.

Coffee ☕

Summary: Where Bucky Barnes has eyes for you but you still have eyes for someone else…or do you?

 (Part II to Roses)

Author’s note: Due to popular demand, here’s the sequel to roses! And thank you guys so much for your feedback, I’ve never gotten so much, I was smiling like a fool reading all of it.

Warnings: Description of blood, wounds

“…but he wasn’t looking where he was going. And fell down the stairs” 

“What!?” you exclaim, laughing. Steele smiles, showing off every single one of his perfect teeth.

All the way down. Literally he flipped head over heels. In front of the most respected scientists in America” Steele snags a muffin from the counter, grinning as you continue to laugh.

You had been dating for a little over two months. And things were great….Kind of. 

Steele was amazing, and he treated you well. But something was lacking. The first month you had spent in shock of how hot he was but it had worn off. You two got along great, it surprised you how easily Steele could make you laugh, and he was always the perfect gentleman, but there was no….spark… for lack of a better word. Passion seemed to be present at the beginning of the relationship, but now that you think about it, it was probably only physical.  And now that you had kind of settled into a routine it almost felt like you were dating a friend. And not in a good way. But you pushed these thoughts aside, because Steele was perfect in every other way and another insecure part of yourself thought that you should at least hold onto him, because let’s be real, where are you going to find better? You had a years long dry spell before Steele and you suspect there will be another one after him. ‘And it could be worse’ you think to yourself. You look at the outline of Steele’s biceps underneath his shirt….’yes it could be much worse’

You pick up your usual cup of coffee off the counter. Natasha was stuck in a long meeting all this morning yet she still made it for you. You smile and glance around the kitchen. Frowning slightly when you catch sight of Bucky Barnes eating breakfast at one of the tables alone. He didn’t speak to you anymore. You didn’t see him around for about two weeks after you had a massive fight in the kitchen about something small, and then after that he just didn’t speak to you. Or acknowledge you. You assumed someone had talked to him about antagonizing you after that fight because Natasha had certainly had that talk with you about him. You roll your eyes, you still don’t understand why his chosen course of action was to completely ignore you, you would have been fine with completely fake politeness. You follow Steele as he starts to head out of the kitchen.

“So what happened after he fell down the stairs?”

You sigh, playing with your seat belt.

Two weeks later Steele had been sent off on a year long research mission. You had an honest talk and decided to breakup, long distance just wasn’t the best course of action for the two of you. And you could always reconnect after he came back if it was in the cards. You guess Steele felt the lack of a spark too. The breakup didn’t really hurt you, it was really smooth, and you two still occasionally texted. But it was depressing to think about having to go through more years of loneliness. 

And now on top of that you were being sent off on a mission with Bucky Barnes. It was a stealth operation, simple really, your hacking skills were needed, but apparently backup muscle was also needed. You just didn’t know why this backup muscle had to be Bucky Barnes. You sneak a peek at him, he was also strapped into the Quinjet, arms crossed, looking grumpy as always. He still refused to talk to you.

The mission was easy.

 Or it was supposed to be. However your escape route was compromised and you and Bucky ended up having to fight through enemy agents. You had never seen Bucky move so fast.

 Or get shot so many times.

So here you were, trekking through a forest, being pounded with ice cold rain. Bucky still had an arm around you. He had tucked you into his side when you were escaping, shielding you and exposing himself. Soon the form of a run down house comes into view. During the briefing on of the research techs had given you the coordinates of several nearby safe houses. No one thought you’d actually have to use one. Fear settles in your chest. ‘How did things go so wrong so fast?’

The safe house looks nicer on the inside than on the outside. Bucky collapses on the couch that’s in front of a fireplace, peeling off his gear and you immediately head to the thermostat…..which doesn’t work. ‘Typical’. You look at Bucky.

“I’ll help you with those bullets, Okay?” You say. he grunts in response, and you look around, locating some first aid supplies relatively quickly. There’s firewood so with the help of copious amounts of lighter fluid you start a fire quickly too. Bucky has several grazes, but several hits all located in the top right of his chest, some near his clavicle. You run some of the tools through the fire and then start extracting two bullets that are still lodged in his chest. The first one comes out easily, and you give it a few stitches, but when you remove the second one pulses of blood start coming out of Bucky’s chest.

‘It must have hit an artery’ you realize, blood running cold. You scramble to stop the bleeding but it’s a while before it does. When it’s all said and done you’re covered in blood, and Bucky’s lost too much blood. He leans his head against the back of the couch breathing shallowly. You apply a tight bandage, and gather some more gauze so you can keep on applying pressure manually. You hope his body’s healing capacity will help him. You won’t admit it, but you’re terrified. And freezing. You look at Bucky, his eyes are closed.

‘Whatever. I’m not trying to get hypothermia’ you think and peel off your catsuit and undershirt, laying them out in front of the fire, leaving you in your bra and some compression shorts. Your face heats for some reason when you think about Bucky seeing your lace trimmed panties. You sit on the arm of the couch and press the gauze to Bucky’s shoulder.He doesn’t open his eyes. You had sent out a signal when you has realized that you’d been compromised. You hope the jet gets here soon. Your earpiece beeps three long beeps. You sigh in relief recognizing the signal. 30 minutes. You look at Bucky. His face still looks deathly pale.

“How do you feel?” You murmur.

Light headed” He says voice low. You’re quiet for a moment.

“Thanks for having my back out there.” You finally say. “You didn’t have to, but you stuck your neck out for me.”

Bucky’s eyes open, startling you.

“I did” He replies, the roughness of his voice sends chills down you spine.

“I know we don’t usually get along..” you pause, trying to figure out how to express what you want to say “And I’m sorry about that..”

Bucky stares at your face for a moment, saying nothing, then his gaze flickers down and he makes a sound halfway between a groan and a chuckle. He sighs your name.

“You’re killing me here” His eyes are fixed on your deep pink bra overlayed with delicate lace. You don’t want to think about the fact that being this near him is giving you the worst fluttering sensation in your stomach.

“What?” you say, and then look down to where Bucky’s gaze is directed, You roll your eyes.

“I highly doubt that” you scoff looking down.

Bucky laughs.

“Don’t act like ya don’t know. Always parading around the compound like yer hot shit,” he snorts You recoil at his last words.

“It’s kind of hard to think you’re hot shit when all your life people tell you that you’re the farthest thing from it.” You snap, turning your head away. It’s quiet for a long while before Bucky clears his throat.

“Well those people must have been jealous or somethin’” he chuckles, wincing mid chuckle before he looks at your from the corner of his eye “You look good all the time Y/N” heat fills your face. ‘The blood loss must be affecting him’

“I know I have impeccable fashion sense.” You quip, smiling a little despite yourself.

“I wasn’t talking about your clothes.” He says and you turn your head to look at him. But Bucky’s already closed his eyes.

Natasha’s unrelenting stare is starting to unnerve you. You had just recounted the conversation you’d had with Bucky in the safehouse a week ago. Natasha said nothing throughout your story and she still isn’t saying anything now that its ended. You lean further back into the couch you two are currently sitting on.

“Kinda weird right?” you laugh softly, trying to break the awkward tension. Natasha really needs to speak otherwise you’re going to blurt out the fact that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Bucky since that day. She raises a perfectly manicured finger.

“Let me ask you two questions, Y/N”

“Okay?” you say hesitantly.

“One. Did you ever ask Steele about those roses he left at your door in the mornings?” You raise your eyebrow. ‘what does this have to do with anything?’ you think.

“No, but what does that have to do with anything? Steele was standing outside my door with flowers so it had to have been him….” You trail off thinking back. You never did mention the roses that had been left outside your door to Steele. You just assumed it was him… and you didn’t want to gush too much. besides,it really couldn’t have been anyone else….’could it?’ doubts start to creep up. Natasha raises another finger.

“Two. Who makes you coffee every morning?”

“You, of course,” You laugh. Natasha shakes her head.

“Nope. You have the one and only Bucky Barnes to thank for that.”

Your face contorts in disbelief. “What? Why?”

“I think that’s a question you should ask Bucky. In fact I have a hunch you should be asking him about the roses as well.” Natasha says.

“Natasha, I’m gonna be right back.” You say standing and making a beeline to the elevator. 

Natasha watches your back disappear down the hallway before she lets a smile form on her face.

After asking FRIDAY you find Bucky in the briefing room, alone, reading a book. You stand next to him. He doesn’t look up, even though you know he must have heard your heels. After his last words in the safe house he had immediately gone back to ignoring you.

“Bucky.” you say. He keeps his eyes on the page in his book.

Bucky Barnes. Have you been making me coffee every morning?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. You see his whole body visibly stiffen, but he still doesn’t look up.

“Did you leave flowers outside my door?” you accuse. Bucky takes a deep breath and then looks up. It almost looks like he’s in… pain?

“What does it matter anyway? Ya have your little boyfriend now.” He says and his pained expression deepens.

“We broke up.” you say. His jaw clenches and a thousand emotions flit across Bucky’s face at once. You clear your throat.

“Why were you always so mean to me?” you say in a small voice.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair.

“Because I was dumb.” he finally responds. “Because I was scared of how much I care about you.” he looks away “Because I knew you’d never want to be with me.”

A strange sensation fills your chest.

 “Well, If you had been straight up maybe…” you trail off looking away, not wanting to give away the fact that ‘maybe’ would have actually been a definite ‘yes’.

Bucky’s quiet for what seems like an eternity, and you start to turn away. He calls out your name.

“I-I- know I’ve acted like an idiot” he says to his hands “ I don’t deserve this.But please just give me one chance. Just one. I promise I’ll treat ya right. I swear” He whispers the last two words.

You debate with yourself before slowly walking over and sitting one of  the chairs next to him.

“That depends,” you say looking ahead. “You still gonna make me coffee in the morning?” You turn to look at him and find he’s already looking at you. He holds out his hand and you intertwine your fingers with his. And then Bucky Barnes smiles at you.














@chamongangae (hope I didn’t miss anyone)

According to legend, the fae will occasionally kidnap a human child, leaving a faerie child in its place. Sometimes the child will be replaced with a wrinkled old elf, or even a wooden carving. The human baby will then be raised by the faeries. ✖ I think that this is what happened here at the Beast Peddler homestead- Muffins and I went out for a morning mandrake harvest and found that there was one less root than we planted. This isn’t a big deal, sometimes mandrakes will uproot themselves and go their own way. However, there was something else in the garden. It looked like a crude wooden carving of a baby, and was cooing as the mandrakes doted over it. I was a little confused, but picked it up and brought it inside- weird creatures are always welcome here! ✖ In the shop this Saturday!

caffeine challenge

There’s a boy whose voice is a siren song to my flowers; under his tone they bloom more beautifully than ever before.

He first wandered into the tiny shop on a rainy morning, as the succulents protested where they were being dripped on, and he brushed rain-damp brown hair from his eyes and sang a lullaby to the insomniac moonflowers until they rested as they were supposed to, and then he smiled at me. He had no umbrella, he explained, and hoped he could wait out the rain here.

I did my best to ask why he ignored the cafe next door in favor of my over-crowded shop and again he smiled and took a seat and the tulips stretched to reach him, petals brushing the back of his neck. I mouthed an apology, batted them away until they grew as usual, and he let out a little chuckle at my tone of reprimand. When I asked his name I was met with yet another curl of his lips; it seemed all he did was smile or sing, a hum in his throat even as I continued moving the cacti away from the leaky window, and he did sit there until the rain let up.

He was strange, but a good strange, a familiar strange, the way the glassblower on 4th Street feels, and he slipped through my wards like silk as he left after an hour of companionable silence, the violets shivering as he whispered goodbye.

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