she who should not be named

I don’t want kids but I do want to be a single father of an 18 year old daughter named Amanda who has a passion for photography, bad TV, and a biting sense of humor who I can trade sarcastic quips with while also supporting her emotionally as a good parent should because I’m so unbelievably proud of her for her wonderful personality, caring disposition, and because she got into her dream school for photography.

parents who are only supportive of a name change with the hopes they can have a say in your name are the worst at picking names don’t trust them

for example -

my birth name is alexis, and my mom told me instead of picking a different name i could go by “lex”. this was her first mistake. thinking i would ever, in any universe, for any reason, share a name with a bald billionaire supervillain who isn’t even cute, stole 40 cakes (as many as four tens), and also, keeping the name would be a daily struggle of reliving the conversation of how she chose my name in the first place, which was after “some [censored] in a reality tv show in the 90’s [she] liked”. somehow this was the pinnacle of a name having meaning for her.

and second, when i decided my name would be “jack”, she piped in with how i should go by “jaxx” because it sounds “cute”.

mother, this is my name, not a brand label you’d find in the untouched back corner of limited too that only sells disgustingly neon pink shirts with things like “PROUD” and “I’M A STAR” written on with bright plastic gemstones scattered across the front like post- mardi gras vomit and could not possibly have been made by anyone but toddlers armed with their strikingly limited vocabulary and a live hot glue gun

Unlike many others, Michele didn’t mind hospitals. They were clean, well organized, and every person within the facilities walls served a purpose. There was no disorder which often gave Michele comfort. Now, however, after being awake for two weeks she wanted nothing more than to get out. She had been there about two months at this point, the first few weeks being spent in a coma, and the rest of the time unable to speak as she should. It wasn’t until yesterday that she finally muttered her first words. “I’m Michele Ibis.” She had told the doctor clearly. A doctor who had called her Jane Doe for as long as he had known her because thats who she had been. No one. No one identifiable, anyway. 

Now she was supposed to wait. Wait to get better, wait for someone to come by, wait for something else to happen. Giving a small sigh, Michele was about to start counting sheep again when she heard her name from the door. “Yes?” She answered, turning her head to see who had entered her room.

anonymous asked:

Hey, you're awesome, thanks for existing, basically ^_^ Anyway, I wanted to know if you have any tips on how to write different personalities? My characters (all of them) always end up with the same default personality that I fall back on. Thanks!

Thanks for your question, darling!  I think most of us have struggled with this – after all, we’re conditioned to one way of thinking, feeling, and acting for as long as we live.  That doesn’t necessarily mean we write characters like ourselves, though.  In fact, many of us have a “default character” that’s sassier than we are, sweeter than we are, or in some way different enough from us that we still feel like we’re writing a character.

The problem, then, isn’t that we can’t visualize a different personality than ours.  On the whole, we can.  What we’re missing are the small details that make it feel whole – otherwise, it’s like painting the same room six different colors and trying to pass it off as six different rooms.  Different dominant traits can’t hide the fact that you’re working with one template!

So the question we’re left with: what are the traits we’re missing?  And how can we change them to create a unique and whole personality?


Three Types of Character Traits

There are, as the title suggests, three major categories of personality traits as I see it: fundamental traits, acquired traits, and detrimental traits.  A well-rounded character needs some of each to be three-dimensional and realistic.

Fundamental Traits

The fundamental traits of a person’s character are not as simple as interests and preferences; they are the very base of all decisions and desires.  They are either learned in early life or developed over a long period of time, rooting deeply into the personality.  A few examples of fundamental personality traits include:

  • Upbringing – The word choice here is conscious, as upbringing encompasses many different aspects of a person’s development.  Consider who raised them, and with what morals and practices they were raised to adulthood.  Consider their influences, both familial, social, and in media; consider the relationships that were normalized during their development, as well as the living conditions (financially, emotionally, environmentally, etc.).  The people, places, emotions, and conflicts made common during a person’s developmental period are essential to their personality in adulthood.  This is why psychologists often draw present-day problems back to a person’s childhood memories – because those formative years can subconsciously dictate so much of a person’s future!
  • Values – These may not coincide with the values a person is raised to hold, but upbringing certainly has an influence on this. A person’s values will direct the course of their life through every decision, large and small.  You don’t need to outline everything your character believes is important – every moral and every law they agree/disagree with. But those values which stand above others will give your character purpose.  A few of my favorite examples are: Jane from Jane the Virgin (whose initial storyline is heavily based on her religion and desire for a beautiful love story, as well as her childhood influences who inspired these values) and Han Solo from Star Wars (whose character development rested upon his values shifting from money and gratification to more honorable things).
  • Beliefs – Different from values, beliefs are a more general set of guidelines for how a person believes things are supposed to be.  Beliefs can also be a source of great conflict, as a character tries to stay aligned with their beliefs despite other values or desires.  These beliefs can be established systems, like religion or politics; they can also include more personal belief systems, like nihilism or veganism.  A characters beliefs, like their values, can change over the course of the story – but even if a character is questioning one system of belief, like religion or pacifism, they should have other belief systems in place to govern some of their activity.
  • Reputation – A lot of human activity, whether consciously or not, is dictated by how others perceive them (or how they believe others perceive them).  There are two types of reputation: personal and passing.  For instance, a woman named Sally who gains a personal reputation of sleeping around will behave in reaction to this reputation – either sleeping around because everyone already expects it of her, or specifically not hooking up because she wants to shake this reputation, or developing a thicker skin to deal with the rumors until it passes.  A man named Billy who, because of his tattoos, bears a passing reputation as an intimidating man will either try to soften his demeanor with strangers, own up to the image, or at least learn to expect judgment from strangers as a consequence.
  • Self-Image – Also relevant to a person’s behavior is the way they perceive themselves, which can often have little to do with their reputation.  A lot of self-image is based on definitive moments or phases in the past.  For instance: for several years after I started wearing contacts and cutting my hair, I still saw myself, in dreams at night, with long hair and glasses.  One of my friends, similarly, could not seem to notice when boys would flirt with her during sophomore year – because she still saw herself as an awkward middle schooler with braces, and not as the charming cheerleader with the great smile.
    Inversely, self-image can be inflated, causing character to behave as though they are funnier, smarter, or more prepared than they truly are (see: the rest of my sophomore acquaintances).  This can be an overlooked character flaw opportunity – or flawportunity…

Originally posted by alliefallie


Acquired Traits

Now we move on to the acquired traits of personality, which are the ones you’re more likely to find on a character sheet or a list of “10 Questions for Character Development”, alongside a million other things like their zodiac sign and their spirit animal.  But the traits I’m about to outline are a little more relevant to a character’s behavior, and more importantly, how to make this behavior unique from other characters’ behavior.  The following traits will be learned by your characters throughout their life (and their story), and are more likely to shift and grow with time:

  • Interests – I know, I had to reach deep down into my soul to think of this one.  But it’s true!  Interests, both in childhood/adolescence and in adulthood, are an important part of a character’s personality and lifestyle.  Childhood interests both reveal something about the character (for instance: my nephew loves trains, Legos, and building, suggesting a future interest in construction or engineering) and create values that can last for a lifetime.  Current interests affect career choice, social circles, and daily activity for everyone.  Forgotten or rejected interests can be the source of pet peeves, fears, or bad memories. There’s a reason I’ll never play with Polly Pockets again, and it 100% has to do with bloody fingertips and a purse that wouldn’t open.
  • Sense of Humor – This can be a little hard to define, understandably.  If you were to ask me what my sense of humor is, I’d probably start with a few stupid memes, pass by Drake & Josh on the way, and somehow wind up telling you bad puns or quoting Chelsea Peretti’s standup comedy. A person’s sense of humor can be complex and contradictory!  Sometimes we just laugh at stuff because someone said it in a funny way.  But anyway, to help you boil this down to something useful: take a look at a few kinds of comedy and relate it to your character’s maturity level.  Do they laugh when someone lets out a toot?  Are they the kind of person to mutter, “That’s what she said,” or simply try not to laugh when something sounds dirty?  Can puns make them crack a smile?  Do they like political humor?  Do cat videos kill them?  Is their humor particularly dark?  Can the mere sound of someone else laughing make them laugh?  Figure out where your character’s sense of humor is, and you’ll feel closer to them already.
  • Pet Peeves – For every interest a person may have, and everything that makes them laugh, there’s something else that can piss them off, large- or small-scale.  Are they finnicky about their living space and neatness? Do they require a lot of privacy? Do certain sounds or behaviors drive them crazy?  What qualities are intolerable in a romantic interest for them? What kind of comments or beliefs make them roll their eyes?  If you need help, just try imagining their worst enemy – someone whose every word or action elicits the best eye-rolls and sarcastic remarks and even a middle finger or two – and ask yourself, what about this person makes them that mortal enemy?  What behaviors or standards make them despicable to your character?  That’s all it takes.
  • Skills – Everybody has them, and they’re not just something we’re born with.  Skills can be natural talent, sure, but they’re also cultivated from time, values, and interests.  What is your character okay at?  What are they good at?  What are they fantastic at?  Maybe they can cook.  Maybe they have a beautiful eye for colors.  Maybe they have an inherent sense of right and wrong that others admire. Maybe they’re super-athletic or incredibly patient or sharp as a tack or sweet as a cupcake.  Maybe they know how to juggle, or maybe they’re secretly the most likely of all their friends to survive a zombie apocalypse.  Where do they shine?  What would make someone look at them and think, “Wow, I wish I were them right now”?
  • Desires – A good way to “separate” one character from the next is to define what it is they want, and then use every other detail to dictate how they pursue that goal.  Every real person has a desire, whether they’ve defined it or not – whether it’s something huge, like fame or a family of five with triplet girls and a beach house on an island, or something small, like good grades for the semester.  These desires can cause a person to revise their values or forsake their morals; and these desires can conflict with other people’s desires, influencing how people interact with each other.  Remember that every character is living their own story, even if it’s not the story you’re telling.
  • Communication Style – A majorly overlooked character trait in pop fiction is unique communication styles.  Having every character feel comfortable arguing, or bursting out with the words, “I love you,” is unrealistic.  Having every character feel paralyzed at the idea of confronting a bully or being honest to their spouse is also unrealistic.  There should be a healthy mix of communicators in a group of characters. Some people are too softspoken to mouth off at their racist lab partner.  Some people wouldn’t see their girlfriend kissing another guy and just walk away without saying something.  Some people just don’t react to conflict by raising their voice; some people enjoy sharing their opinions or giving the correct answer in class.  Boldness, social skills, and emotional health all have a part to play in how people communicate their thoughts – so keep this in mind to create a more realistic, consistent character.
  • Emotional Expression – Along the same lines but not the same, emotional expression is more focal on feelings than thoughts.  If you’ve ever heard of the fight-or-flight response, the different types of anger, the stages of grief, or the five love languages, then you’re aware of different “classifications” of emotional expression and management.  Read up on some of those things, and think about how your character handles emotions like happiness, sadness, fear, anger, loneliness, paranoia, and so forth.

Detrimental Traits

While acquired traits are certainly more enjoyable to brainstorm during the creation process, detrimental traits are as important – or even more important – to the character’s wholeness as well as their role in the story.  Not only do these negative or limiting traits make your character realistic, relatable, and conflicted – they create a need for other characters and their strengths to move the plot forward.  A few examples of detrimental traits include:

  • Flaws – Character flaws are probably the first thing that came to your mind while reading this, but they’re the essence of the category.  Flaws in a character’s personality, morality, or behavior can be a source of character development; they set an individual on their own path and provide a unique motivation for them.  Having Character A struggle with sobriety while Character B learns to be a more patient mother can do a lot to separate their stories and personalities from each other.  Even if certain flaws don’t reach a point of growth, they create a third aspect to personality and force us, as writers, to be more creative with how our characters get from Point A to Point B, and what they screw up along the way.
  • Fears – Everyone has fears, whether we’re conscious of them or not – and I’m not talking about phobias or “things that give you shivers”.  Just like everyone has a primary motivation throughout life (romance, family, success, meaning, peace of mind, etc.), everyone has a fear behind that motivation (loneliness, failure, emptiness, anxiety).  We all have something we don’t want to happen places we never want to be and things we never want to do.  We’ve all been in situations that mildly bothered others but wildly affected us at the same time.  For me, it’s a lack of autonomy, or in any way being forced to do something or be somewhere against my will.
    What does this mean for me?  It means that when other people have nightmares about being chased by an axe murderer, I have nightmares about being kidnapped and locked up.  It means that I’m continually aware of my “escape plan” if something goes wrong in my living situation, and I’m hypersensitive to someone telling me, “You have to do this.”  It means I struggle to follow rules and usually don’t get along with authority figures because I have to assert my independence to them.  It’s irrational and continual and doesn’t just affect me in one situation; it subconsciously directs my steps if I let it.  That’s how real, guttural fears work. Phobias are only skin deep, and they don’t make you feel any closer to the character.

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  • Secrets – Even goody two-shoes Amber from the swim team, with her blonde blonde hair and her good good grades, has a secret.  Everybody does, even if it’s not a purposeful, “I have a deep, dark secret,” sort of secret. We have things we don’t tell people, just because they’re embarrassing, or painful, or too deep to get into, or they don’t paint us in a good light.  While the secrets themselves tell a lot about a person, so do the reasons a person keeps a secret.  Hiding something out of shame suggests a person is prideful, or critical of themselves, or holds themselves to a higher standard than they hold others.  Hiding something painful suggests that the person struggles to handle sadness or regret, or that they feel uncomfortable showing raw emotion in front of loved ones. And so on and so forth.
  • Conflict – Whether internal, interpersonal, legal, moral, societal, or what have you, conflict will limit your character’s actions at every turn.  A story is nothing without conflict driving the plot in different directions and causing your character to rethink both their plans and their lifestyle.  Without Katniss’s moral conflict over killing other tributes, The Hunger Games would be the story of a girl who entered an arena, killed a lot of people, and lived the rest of her life rich and comfortable.  If Luke Skywalker didn’t have interpersonal conflict with Darth Vader, Star Wars would be the war-story of a guy who joined a rebellion and then… yeah.
  • Health – Physical, mental, and emotional health is a huge limiting factor for characters that often goes untouched, but it’s valuable nonetheless.  Not everyone has a clean bill of health and can jump off trains without pulling a muscle, go through a traumatic life experience without any hint of depression or anxiety, or watch a loved one die in gunfire and shove right on without emotional repercussions. Consider creating a character who’s not perfect – who isn’t perfectly in-shape or abled, or neurotypical or stable day-to-day, or completely clean and clear of residual heartache, unhealthy relationships, or bad emotional habits.  Don’t define them by these traits, of course – but don’t feel that you can’t write a character with health issues without writing a “sick character.”

So this post got ridiculously long, but I hope it works as a reference for you when creating unique characters.  Remember that you don’t need to outline all of this information to create an individual, realistic character.  These are just some relevant ideas to get you started!  It’s up to you, as the writer, to decide what’s necessary and what’s excessive for your creative process.

Still, I hope a majority of this is helpful to you!  If you have any more questions, be sure to send them in and we’ll get back to you :)  Good luck!

- Mod Joanna ♥️


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hi sakura should’ve had wood style + sage mode like hashirama heres why
  • she’s never seen using them yet her canon nature types are earth and water (the two elements needed for wood style) 
  • yamato, the only other living wood style user, was literally her captain and could’ve trained her like naruto - and as a wood style user she could’ve trained with naruto by controlling kurama instead of sitting around with sai and watching
  • she’s the student and successor of tsunade (hashirama’s granddaughter) and surpassed even tsunade’s byakugou - as in, the closest jutsu to hashirama’s regeneration
  • from the beginning her character and narrative have heavily involved nature and growth (even down to her name - literally “spring field of cherry blossoms” - and color design - green + floral pinks)
  • she has a much higher focus / concentration and learning speed than naruto, who reached sage mode! she should be able to just as well!
  • sage mode is already taught by both the toads and snakes, so narratively the slugs should be able to teach it too - and sakura already has an established summoning ability and connection with katsuyu
  • just a little thing, but sakura’s clasped hands shown repeatedly in openings and endings could’ve grown from a passive gesture to one of strength - the snake hand sign iconic to wood style

not to be cheesy but let sakura go from a bud to a flower to a fucking Tree

I don't think people who say we're overreacting about Wonder Woman understand

When you’re a girl, you don’t get to see women be cool, not as often as boys get to see men be cool.

You don’t get to see them fly and fight bad guys and be people you want to BE, do you know what I mean?

Guys get the cool super powers and girls get romance subplots.

Girls with powers are reduced to smaller roles and we have to make up fanfics and extended material that makes them the main character cuz male writers don’t need them for anything but romance plots.

Just look at girls on Tumblr.

Obsessed with white males.

Love em.

Can’t get enough of that white guy named Chris.

Why?

I assume because they’re attractive in every socially constructed way.

And because they get to be the telekinetic, edgy angsty guy whose mom died who deserves all of our sympathy and attention.

So when people say Wonder Woman is a great movie but people are exaggerating how important it is that she be a role model, or that girls should look up to their mothers…

Like you don’t get how cool it is to be able to see someone like you do cool stuff. Your mom is great but she’s mundane, no offense to mothers. She’s not magical, she’s the kind of person you don’t appreciate until you’re older. And she’s not the type of person EVERYONE knows and recognizes and looks up to. Wonder Woman is, well now she really is. And she’s visible, she’s much more tangible, as fictional characters always ARE to mainstream audiences. So little girls get to see this awesome fictional lady…

-and you don’t have to pretend you’re a guy.

You don’t have to pretend that you’re not different from the people we’ve been told are the “desirable” people to be.

Wonder Woman is not only a great movie and a lovely social commentary.

But on a basic level, the more subconscious level of internalized feelings, of self identity and self love ?

I mean, are you a heartless monster or do you really have a problem with girls, and boys too, seeing a woman kick ass and not be the object of desire.

But the person everyone wants to be?

You show girls that they can be awesome, that they have more of a role in human existence than just being shallow love interests and you show boys that there are women they can look up to.

You got this larger than life woman acting as an icon for everyone, and for ONCE, this icon is female. Yes, the human race is represented, and idealized, in super heroes. Who are often male. Which says that our idealized self…is male.

So Wonder Woman being an idealistic superhero, our perfect self, the human shaped being we want to be…well. She’s female and BY WANTING TO BE HER…we say that there is nothing wrong with being female.

And yes yes yes yes argue that they have real life women they could look up to.

But do you really think most little boys want to learn about Madam Curie or Queen Isabella or Antoinette?

That’s boring history stuff.

Wonder Woman reaches a huge audience.

She’s more tangible, for children that is.

She feels more real than stuffy historical figures.

Stop acting like Wonder Woman being a role model is to be underplayed or devalued.

It’s important for people to feel EXCITED and exhilarated by a super hero who’s not a straight white snarky nihilistic male.

It gets their dusty little hearts beating and their minds thinking, hopefully.

Will it change anything politically, no.

Wonder Woman can’t impeach trump unfortunately.

But can it change how girls see themselves, how boys see women, how people look at what it means to be human?

Well maybe.

So TL;DR- shut up. Wonder Woman is amazing. And shame on you for trying to take her away from children, you’re a menace and I need to talk to you, adult to adult.

• Lena asking Kara if she can ask her good friend Supergirl to come over to her office to teach her kryptonese.

• Kara why-am-I-jealous-of-myself Danvers agrees.

• Lena trying her best to inconspicuously ask phrases like “will you have dinner with me?” “Will you go out on a date with me?” “Does pasta sound nice?” “You look beautiful” “they should name the stars after you” and other romantic fluff and obviously failing

• Kara getting nervous that Lena might be flirting with Supergirl and wanting to go on a date with her, confirming her horror that Lena might be more attracted to what she can do rather than who she is

• Lena going to Kara’s apartment that night and stuttering while she tries her best to say those phrases right with flowers in her hand

• Kara just MELTING, not even caring about the paper work that comes with Lena knowing

Wanna take over my wife's job after her maternity leave? get yourself pushed out of the company instead.

LTL, FTP. I have almost no direct involvement in this tale. I’m writing it on behalf of my wife.

Sorry for the wall of text… TL;DR at the bottom. This story happened (ended) two weeks ago.

Background:

We live in a country that needs a lot of improvement on laws, their application and enforcement…. we are a lot better than a few years back, but still sometimes people can get away with forging some types of documents, like medical records, education degrees etc. Also, english is not our main language, so job titles, degrees and other details are translated to their best equivalence.

According to our country’s labor laws:

  • All female employees are entitled to 3 months paid maternity leave.
  • Employers, at their own expense, are expected to cover for the employees on maternity leave, usually with temp workers.
  • Severance payments are mandatory when firing employees (without justified cause… crime, fraud, etc) with more than 3 months on their jobs, so that’s the time limit to be considered a temp employee.
  • Severance payment calculation is rather complicated, but for firing people employed 4 years or less, it usually boils down to about 4 months of salary.
  • To fire Pregnant women, employers have to pay them 6 months of salary on top of the severance payment they’re entitled to.
  • If an employee quits voluntarily, they effectively forfeit all benefits previously mentioned.

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I wonder why each little bird has a someone to sing to

i got a few requests for a companion piece to the gifts of beauty and song, my retold sleeping beauty fairytale, so here you go

so maleficent is the good fairy here, right, and the three fairies are the bad ones, so like fae do they each appear to be what they’re not. and aurora, given fae gifts and raised by fae, is nearly fae herself. maleficent knows that only an elf could hope to sway a fae heart, because elves are impervious to their glamour. maleficent kidnaps the young prince philip, and brings him to the elven realm. she tries to bargain a prince for a prince, but the king is unswayed. a human prince, he declared, is only worth an elvish servant, so that’s what she gets.

maleficent takes the servant and puts him in philip’s place, gives him that name, and watches as the servant elf is made a prince among mortals, watches as he eventually captures aurora’s heart, and saves her from her living death. watches as the elf servant turned prince becomes a king, as the almost-fae princess aurora becomes queen, and their two kingdoms become one and they rule the land of men together.

this, of course, begs the question – what happens to our dear human philip?

he is not the first child that has been bargained away to the elves, and elf queen thalia settles the young boy on her hip and raises an eyebrow at her husband, waiting. the child awakens by degrees, until he’s clutching her neck and blinking at the gathered elves. thalia is only grateful that he hasn’t started screaming, like so many of his kind do.

normally the children that are bargained to them are put to work in the castle, where they’re safe, where their clumsiness and their ignorance and their mistakes will be glossed over, where she and the king will ensure they will be politely ignored rather than harassed. they’ve lost a servant boy, and so she’s sure a servant boy is what this young human is meant to become.

except a woman of the court steps forward, and she’s old, old enough that it shows, that her curly hair has gone silver and wrinkles are etched deep in her face. lady ember is older than the forests they reside in, is older than her grandmother, than her great grandmother. everyone’s lost track of her exact age, but she’s the oldest elf in village. thalia likes her – she and lady ember have skin of the same dark shade. thalia hopes that if she is to live long enough, she and lady ember would look alike.

“i would like the child,” she says, eyes like amber, and for the moment she appears younger than she ever has. there’s something eager in her, and it brings a life to her that thalia hasn’t seen in a long time.

thalia looks to her husband, and king celedor gives a minuscule twitch to his lip which is an equivalent to a shrug. she sets the young human on the ground, and ember holds out a single hand. the child looks behind him, then in front him, and takes cautious steps forward. he steps until he can take her hand, his own looking small and pale in hers. “it’s been a long time since i was able raise a child,” ember says, “i would like to do so again. will you come home with me?”

and thalia understands. elf children take many hundreds of year to mature, and ember would not risk dying on a child before it could take care of itself. but humans are candles that burn at both ends – hot, and fast. within a decade or two the child in front of them will be able to survive on his own, will not need lady ember to coddle him for centuries.

he nods, and finally opens his mouth to say, “i am philip.”

“hello philip,” lady ember smiles, “i am lady ember of the mother tree. now you are lord philip of the ember tree.”

they are elves. they don’t do something as gauche as gasp, but the sentiment comes out just the same. celedor’s mouth drops open a millimeter and thalia’s right index finger twitches. raise a human child like a beloved pet they could all understand – but to adopt one, to truly adopt one that she’d just met and didn’t know and bequeath to him the estate and title the noble name of the mother tree?

lady ember leads her new son away, and the gathered elves can do nothing but stare.

~

prince elion – eli, to everyone who doesn’t want the prince of the elves nursing a personal grudge against them – comes home in the dead of night, when he can slip past the guards and the fawning people on the street and sneak into the royal quarters.

“mother,” he greets as he enters the library. his father sleeps early, but his mother doesn’t go to bed until nearly dawn. he kneels by her side, and she runs a hand through his hair, tugging the leather tie off when it gets in her way. his mass of dark curly hair tumbles around his head, and as he shakes it out leaves other debris fall out. thalia sighs, but doesn’t remark on it.

“your hunt went well?” she asks, although she knows the answer. eli is one of the best hunters in the kingdom, and his hunting parties – comprised of the strongest and best among the noble families – are notoriously profitable.

he grins, teeth extra white against his skin, “of course, mother. did anything interesting happen while i was away?”

“the faerie maleficent came and bargained away a human prince,” she says, “she wanted you in return. your father gave her a servant boy instead.”

eli laughs, too loud and boisterous, in a way he would never allow himself to laugh around his father or his subjects.

~

philip thinks perhaps he should be screaming, or crying, or causing some sort of fuss about this new life and this old woman who insists she’s his mother now. but he’s never had a mother before, and this new place is beautiful. they live in palace carved out of an enormous tree – the mother tree that their name comes from – and philip is given a lot more freedom as an elf lordling than he was as a prince.

he hopes the boy who took his place is nice to his father, and doesn’t mind long evenings with only the servants for company. being a prince can be very lonely. he knows from experience.

ember gives him rooms and toys, but warns him that he has a lot of work ahead of him. as a human, he’s at a severe disadvantage here at the elf court. elves are faster than humans, stronger and smarter and wiser. “it sounds to me,” philip says, “that maybe they’re just older. if i had hundreds of years, I could be all those things too.” ember’s eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles, and he returns it.

philip knows hard work. he was set to rule a whole nation, was set to lead whole armies. he knows training and learning and patience. learning to become an elf lord seems like it will be a lot easier than being a human king.

lady ember and her servants are harsh, but fair. in their home, in the mother tree, he is a pampered lord. out of it, however – he acquires many scars from training, from falling and failing. ember and her staff run him ragged into the ground, because he must be able to keep up with elves.

they have hundreds and hundreds of years to practice, to become strong and smart and fast. philip doesn’t have that long, so his mother forces him to do more, train harder, learn faster than would be expected of any elf.

so he learns. the first time he beats his trainer at an archery competition, he feels a swell of pride like nothing he’s felt before. as he inches his way to the level of his teachers, and then surpasses them, the feeling stays.

they’ve always been kind to him. but as his skill grows, they come to respect him, and that’s far more valuable.

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eli hears of the human that lady ember of the mother tree took as her own – of course he does, it’s all anyone can talk about. but he doesn’t actually get a chance to see the boy, because lady ember keeps him safe on her lands, in her tree that none of them dare trespass on. so he assumes, like many, that she keeps him coddled and safe, away from those who would seek him harm, away from a world that would seek him harm.

then, two decades from when she gave young philip her name, lady ember finds him at court. she tilts her head, and he bows. he may be higher in rank, but he was raised to respect his elders, and lady ember is certainly that. “prince eli,” she says, “your next hunt is coming up, isn’t it?”

“yes, my lady,” he answers, wondering if she has a request. he doesn’t mind tracking down a certain type of meat or pelt for her – he likes the challenge, and likes lady ember.

she smiles at him, and for some reason he feels as if he’s staring into the jaws of a dragon. “excellent. might my son join you? he grows bored of hunting on his own.”

the last thing in the world eli wants to do is keep an eye on a bumbling, spoiled human. but this human is also the lord of the mother tree, and he can think of no response that wouldn’t bring his mother’s wrath down on his head. “of course, lady ember.”

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Arya’s journey is very much a feminine one and I wish it was recognized as such instead of people writing her off as “like a boy”. A major theme in Arya’s story is identity and it plays out in a way unique to her relationship with her femininity. Both Sansa and Arya are threatened with having their identities subsumed by a patriarchal society; Sansa by a society that treats her as a consumable object, and Arya because she can’t fit into that little box of what a woman should be according to patriarchal standards.

While Sansa’s journey involves being boxed in, her identity sold to the men around her who seek to possess her, Arya’s journey involves her being flung far across the continent and eventually landing in a place where, because she cannot be a wife and she cannot be a knight or a lord or a high septon, she literally (nearly) becomes no one at all. Because she won’t give up her name to a man, she must surrender her name entirely. Because she does not conform to the male gaze, she must become faceless. This is how women who don’t fit a certain standard are treated in real life. If you can’t or won’t play the game patriarchy wants you to play, then you are no one, and society and the media does their best to pretend that you don’t exist. Arya must give up her body because she refuses to give it, she must give up her emotions because she’s too emotional. She must contain and control herself because she won’t conform, she must make herself smaller and smaller until she doesn’t exist at all.

“The price is you. The price is all you have and all you ever hope to have. We took your eyes and gave them back. Next we will take your ears, and you will walk in silence. You will give us your legs and crawl. You will be no one’s daughter, no one’s wife, no one’s mother. Your name will be a lie, and the very face you wear will not be your own.”

On a meta level, this is very much a story about being a woman. About how patriarchy asks you to give all of yourself until you either fit into that little box or you get treated like you’re an androgynous, faceless being and not a woman at all.

Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

Masterlist // Part Two

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carried on the breeze [you’ll never find me]

inspired by this post from @stranger-who-writes-fiction

kara has flown myriad out into space,

and alex has gone after her in that damn pod. sure, getting the thing to space wasn’t a problem - reentery however was where things were going more than a little screwy. in no seconds flat  alex finds herself in a falling deathtrap with her unconscious sister draped mostly uncomfortably across her.

this pod was not meant for two.

nor, apparently, is it meant for rouge humans hijacking and then flying it, poorly but still functionally, into space to save their superhero little sisters. yet, alex had done it anyway.

and now, well, with the planet rapidly rising up to meet them, alex realizes the steering is gone. realizes that the best she can hope for is sending out some sort of signal and hoping that wherever they landed…the deo finds them first.

too bad it was going to be a water landing. which, god, that wasn’t what alex wants. any type of crash landing would probably kill her on impact, but at least crashing into some sort of land might ensure kara’s survival. kara who is still unconscious.

alex knows she has seconds left to come up with a plan. she’s feeling a little ill, the pod spinning around and with one arm holding kara to her chest, alex is left to crane her neck over her little sisters shoulder just to look at the console.

her eye catches a red button.

under the console, hidden from the normal line of sight - alex has to wonder if red buttons hold the same meaning on every plant. alex has to wonder why she never asked.

[to be fair, it’s an obscure question, but god, alex wishes she’d had  the foresight to see this coming]

what she doesn’t see coming are the clouds, the fog that seems to be way too high in the atmosphere, plunging the pod and the danvers sisters into a grey half light.

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New Old Captain

Read here on ao3 (x)

Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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moonlight [part one]

Summary: James wants to know what she is. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader

Warnings: language (i think) and maybe a little bit of angst, but nothing too major (for now)

Note: I have no clue where this idea came from, to be honest. I think I might make this into a series if you all want me to.

MASTERLIST

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Decathlon l Peter Parker

Summary: The fourth part to this mini series where Peter Parker misses the decathlon and saves the reader…

Warning: Spoilers and swearing

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Part four of mini series

A/N: This mini series is six parts long, this is the fourth part. Nearly there. It’s about to get good!

Part One Here / Part Two Here / Part Three Here / Part Five Here / Part Six Here


Originally posted by ellieisinspace

Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he sat up, still in that shipping container. “Ow, my head.” He rubbed his head as he stood to his feet.

“You appear to have a mild concussion,” the suit said. 

“Hey,” he looked around the container. “Where am I right now?”

“I am not sure. The walls are hindering my sensors.”

“Wait a minute,” he whispered. “They must have hijacked the truck and taken me to their evil lair. Okay, suit lady. We are going to have to fight our way out of this one.”

He turned and counted down to three before slamming his body into the doors of the container, breaking them open. He quickly stood up and took in his new surroundings. It was just a brightly lit warehouse with hundreds of shipping containers like the one Peter was in.

“What is this place?” Peter asked, noticing nobody was around. “Suit lady, where am I?”

“You’re in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard, The Damage Control Deep Storage Vault.”

“No!” Peter said, looking at the giant cemented walls around him. He placed his hands on his head and groaned in frustration. “Seriously?”

He went over to what seemed to be the large door and tried prying it open. “The door will most likely remained closed until morning,” the suit stated. Peter kicked the wall gently.

“Morning?” He made himself a makeshift hammock out of his webbing between two shipping containers and lay in it. “Hey suit lady? I kinda feel bad calling you suit lady, you know? I should probably give you a name, like Y/N.” He immediately shook the thought from his head. “No, no, no, god that’s–that’s weird.”

He jumped down and lazily swung from one of his webs. He was so impatient, it was driving him crazy. Why wouldn’t the door just open already?

“What about Karen?” He let go of the web and fell onto the ground softly. 

“You can call me Karen. If you would like,” she said happily. Peter hung upside down and read from his textbook.

“Hey, Karen. What else can this suit do?” A second later, webbed wings appeared from under his arms. He gasped in disbelief. “What?”

He gasped down at his web shooters, now observing them and all the different combinations. He let out a hum and put on his Decathlon yellow jacket uniform.

“Maybe we should run that refresher course,” he said to himself. He had plenty of time.

“Ricochet web,” Karen said. 

“Ricochet webs,” Peter repeated. He tried it out and the web shot into a ball, hitting the wall and bouncing straight back at him. He quickly ducked. 

“Slender webs.” Long webs shot out from his wrist, falling to the ground. “Web grenade.” Peter tossed one to the wall, yelling the name before it exploded into webs. He was having fun.

After his refresher course, Peter lay on top of one of the shipping containers, staring at the ceiling. “Should I tell Y/N that I am Spiderman?”

“Who’s Y/N?”

“Whos’s Y/N?” He chuckled to himself, smiling like a giddy schoolboy under the mask. “She’s uh–she’s the best. She’s awesome. She is just a girl who goes to my school. We kinda grew up together. And yeah–I really wanna tell her but it’s kinda weird, you know? Hey, I-I’m Spiderman.”

“What’s weird about that?”

“Well what if she is expecting someone like Tony Stark? I mean, imagine how disappointed she would be when she sees me,” Peter explained.

“Well, if I was her, I wouldn’t be disappointed at all,” Karen said sweetly.

“Thanks Karen. It’s really nice to have someone to talk to.” He looked around. “Hey, how long have we been here anyways?”

“Thirty-seven minutes,” Karen stated.

“What?” Peter sat up in frustration. “Thirty-seven minutes! That is insane! I cannot take this anymore. I gotta get out of here.” He jumped down from the container and went back into the one he came from. “There has got to be something in here that I can use.”

He dug through whatever the bird man put in his backpack, pulling miscellaneous weapons and items from it that could probably be sold for a fortune. He suddenly recognized something and pulled it out.

“Huh? Hey look, its just like the glowy thing,” he said, picking up the weird looking thing.

“That glowy thing is an explosive Chitauri energy core,” Karen replied. Peter stood to his feet and dropped it immediately.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! You mean we have been carrying around a bomb?”

“It would require radiation to transform it into an explosive state,” Karen said as Peter pulled out his phone to call Ned but there was no connection. 

“No, no, no, no, no.” He grabbed all his things and exited the container. He webbed himself onto the wall. He banged his fists on the wall in attempts to get it open. Then he glanced over at a box on the wall. “Karen, you have to help me open that time lock.”

He hung upside down as he tried to solve the combination to open the door of the vault. He pulled out his calculator and hooked it up to the wires. Then he pulled out a notepad and paper and began writing equations. 

“Okay Karen, lower the voltage and run it,” he said, punching it into the calculator.

“Trial unsuccessful.”

“Okay, we are just going to have to try every sequence,” he explained, crossing off the top one. 

Back at the hotel, Ned pace around the room. Y/N knocked on their door and he jumped in surprise. “Ned, Peter. We are going to be late.” Ned sighed and ran over to the bed, grabbing the glowy thing and shoving it into his pocket before leaving the room.

“Initiating trial two hundred and forty-seven,” Karen said as Peter typed in the numbers. The vault door began to open.

“It worked! It worked!” He swung out of there and jumped onto a traveling truck, allowing it to take him in the direction he desired. 

At the decathlon, Mr. Harrington numbered off all the kids. “Where’s Peter?” Y/N looked up with saddened eyes. “Flash, I guess you’re up.” The team continued to switch out students as the decathlon went on. Near the end, Mr. Harrington chose the final five. It was up to them to win.

Ned, Liz, Y/N, Michelle, and Flash all took their seats on stage. Another school’s final five students entered the stage on the other side. “We have now entered sudden death. The next answer, wins the championship,” the lady announced. The question was given and Michelle reached out and rang her bell. Everyone looked her way. “Midtown Tech?”

“Zero,” she stated. 

“That is correct,” the team rejoiced. They all leaned over and hugged Michelle before being awarded with the trophy.

“Karen, you have to get me to the decathlon as fast as possible. I have to be there. I cannot let Y/N down,” Peter said as he rode on the back of a truck.

“Sure thing, just tell me where it is?”

“Right across the street from the Washington Monument,” he said. He called Ned but he didn’t answer, probably because he was still at the decathlon. “Ned, call me back! The glowy thing is a bomb!”

In celebration of their win, Mr. Harrington took the kids to the Washington Monument. Flash made his way over to Y/N, nudging her arm with a smirk playing on his face.

“I told you we didn’t need Peter.”

“You didn’t even answer a single question,” she said. Flash rolled his eyes and walked ahead of her, the trophy in his hands. Everyone made their way inside, all except Michelle, who chose to stay on the ground. 

Ned pulled out his phone and saw all of Peter’s missed calls. He decided to call him back. “Oh Ned, you’re alive!”

“Peter! Are you okay?” Ned whispered.

“Ned, Ned, Ned. The glowy thing! The glowy thing!”

“Don’t worry, its safe,” Ned insisted whilst putting his backpack through the scanner.

“No, Ned. Listen–”

“You missed the decathlon! We are at the Washington Monument–” before Ned could finish his sentence, Y/N had grabbed Ned’s phone from his ear and put it to her own.

“Peter? Is that you?” 

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Peter said.

“Is that Y/N?” Karen asked, momentarily pausing their call to talk to Peter.

“Please put Ned back on the phone,” he said to Y/N. He jumped off the truck and began running towards the Washington Monument. 

“You should tell her how you feel,” Karen suggested. Thank god, Y/N couldn’t hear her.

“You are so lucky we won,” Y/N told Peter. “I wanna be mad but I am more worried. What is going on with you recently?”

“Y/N, I have to talk to Ned. It is really important,” Peter pleaded.

The security guard told her to put the phone on the belt so it could be scanned. She did so and as soon as it entered the monitors, the connection was lost. 

“Y/N? Y/N! Dammit,” Peter cursed as he ran as fast as he could. The team got onto the elevator and began riding it up to the top. Peter continued to run and he threw his backpack onto a tree, webbing it there so no one would steal it.

As they neared the top, the security lady began to explain some information about the monument. In Ned’s backpack, the glowy thing began to glow even more and soon ripped a hole through his backpack. It shot straight up into the ceiling of the elevator, as it exploded. The elevator stopped.

Peter made it to the base of the monument and looked up to see the explosion from the outside, a layer of bricks bursting from the monument and falling to the ground. “No, no, no, no, no,” Peter said. “Karen, what is going on up there?”

“The Chitauri core has detonated and caused severe structural damage to the elevator,” she said.

“My friends are up there,” Michelle pointed out.

“What? Uh, don’t worry ma'am. Everything is going to be okay,” Peter insisted. He ran off and launched himself off the ground, landing on the side of the monument. He began to climb it as fast as he could.

In the elevator, Ned dropped his backpack onto the floor. Everyone looked up to see the damage, the ceiling of the elevator was hanging on by a few threads. A few false moves would send the elevator plummeting to the ground. “Stay calm everyone,” Liz said.

“We are all going to die here,” Abe noted.

“Nobody is going to die,” Y/N reassured them.

On the outside, Peter climbed and climbed. “Estimating ten minutes before catastrophic detonation,” Karen told Peter.

“I know that was scary but don’t worry. Our safety systems are working,” the lady in charge told them.

“Safety systems are completely failing,” Karen said.

“We are very safe in here,” the lady reassured them.

“The occupants are in eminent moral danger,” Karen added. Peter panted heavy as he forced himself to go higher and higher.

“I am going as fast as I can!” 

Inside the elevator, they all carefully opened the emergency hatch. They sent one kid up, seeing as though they were only a few feet away from the door. The security guards at the top opened the newly shattered door and reached down to grab one of Peter’s classmates, helping her to safety.

“You now have one hundred and twenty five seconds until catastrophic failure,” Karen announced.

“What? Why?”

“Unexpected motion has caused the deterioration to escalate,” Karen said, giving Peter a scan of the elevator. 

“How do we get it?”

“Activating riconoscesse drone.” A small drone came out of the emblem of his suit, looking him in the eyes before flying away.

“Has that been there this whole time?”

“Locating optimal entry points. Proceed to southwest window,” Karen instructed. 

“I am on my way.” Peter jumped onto the other side of the building and continued to climb until he had it to the top. He pressed his head to the building and held on for dear life. He slowly turned around, his back on the building. He leaned forward and looked down before getting scary and moving back.

“What is wrong? You reached the southwest window. Why are you hesitating?”

“I-I have never been this high before,” he slowly scooted his way over to the ledge of the window.

“You have also not reinstalled your parachute so a fall from this height would mostly be lethal,” Karen pointed out. Peter turned around again and let his foot drop down to hit the window.

“Why is it not breaking?” He asked in frustration.

“It is a special kind of ballistic glass. You will have to create more momentum.” Peter webbed the building and leaned back, he pushed off the monument and hit his feet against the window. A small crack appeared on the glass.

He barely even noticed the U.S helicopter fly towards the monument. “Identify yourself,” the ordered over the coms. Peter looked back at them, seeing the guns in their hands.

“My friends are up there! My friends are in there! Stop,” Peter begged.

“Return to the ground immediately!”

Inside the elevator, they had Liz go next, hoisting her up out of the elevator. The only people left where Flash, Ned, Y/N and Mr. Harrington. On the outside of the building, Peter closed his eyes.

“Karen,” he said, blocking out the constant calls of the officers behind him.

“Yes Peter?”

“Give me a scan of the elevator. Tell me if Y/N is inside.”

“Sure thing.” He waited a second for her to reply.

“Is she up there? Is she safe? Is she okay?”

“I’m sorry, Peter. She’s inside the elevator,” Karen said sorrowfully.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Peter climbed higher, reaching the very top of the monument. He looked back at the helicopter. 

The security guards helped Flash out of the elevator. The elevator jointed, another wire breaking in the process. The pulled him out as fast as they could.

“I’m gonna die,” Peter said to himself before jumping off the building. He used his web wings to fly over the helicopter then he webbed the rail on the helicopter ands swung into the window of the monument, breaking it open. The wired on the elevator snapped and it began to fall with the people still inside.

Everyone screamed as Peter webbed a ricochet web, allowing it to bounce off the walls of the elevator shaft and travel down towards the elevator. It grabbed onto the elevator and Peter struggled to keep it up, his feet propped up against the doors to steady himself from falling as well.

“I did it!” Suddenly the doors broke and Peter plummeted down towards the elevator. The elevator stopped on some debris but as soon as Peter fell onto the floor of the elevator, it broke through the debris and continued to fall.

He quickly webbed the ceiling of the shaft and dug his feet into the ceiling of the elevator, allowing it to stop. As he hung upside down, he looked around at the people in the elevator and his eyes settled on Y/N.

“H-Hey. H-How are you doing,” he said cockily. “It’s alright. I got you. It’s going to be alright.”

“Yes!” Ned exclaimed, almost jumping around.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Quit moving around,” Peter pleaded.

“Oh, sorry.” Peter slowly began to pull of the web, easing the elevator back up to the top of the monument. The webbing strained against the roof of the shaft. Soon, the elevator reached the top and the security guards helped everyone out of it.

“Alright, this is your stop. Everyone get out,” Peter said, knowing he couldn’t hold it for much longer. YN was the last of the get out and as soon as she moved, Peter’s feet broke through the ceiling of the elevator. 

Y/N screamed and quickly jumped. Peter held out his hand and webbed her wrist, holding onto her as the elevator disappeared deeper into the shaft.

“You’re okay. You’re okay,” Peter reassured her. He pulled her up by the web and grabbed her hand. “Its okay, I got you. You’re going to be okay.” He helped her to safety. Everyone was safe.

Y/N stepped back and looked the Spiderman in the eyes with disbelief. Her mouth stood slightly agape. He gently let go of her hand.

“Is everyone okay?” Y/N nodded her head.

“This is your chance, Peter. Kiss her,” Karen ordered. Before he could do anything, the webbing broke and Peter fell down the elevator shaft. Everyone watched his body fall.

“Thank you,” Mr. Harrington yelled.

“I’m good!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Let’s Talk About Ares

and how it should have been Dr Poison

I mean, I thought it was her for the most part. It was still shocking when it turned out to be guy-I-don’t-know-the-name-of-because-all-I-could-think-was-holy-shit-that’s-Remus-Lupin bc I was not at all expecting it, but what if it had been Dr Poison.

Dr Poison, a woman- Dr Poison, who dedicated her time to developing a toxin that a gas mask couldn’t stop- Dr Poison, who’s scarred face could have been the scar she’d received when she was defeated- Dr Poison, the evil who Diana would never expect, because it’s mankind who’s supposed to be corrupted, not the women.

What if it had been Dr Poison

You’re An Idiot || Steve Rogers

Relationship: AU!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend, Steve, isn’t easy. Doing favours for him isn’t easy either. But seeing him with another woman is the hardest. 

Warnings: It gets a little angsty, but then there’s fluff, and also like four swear words.

Word Count: 2094 words

A/N: holy shit i loved writing this so mcuh agh steve is a sweet, stupid boy


“[Y/N], please. I’m begging you,” he pleaded in a hushed voice over the phone sounding desperate. 

“You’re ridiculous for trying this,” you told him flatly as you held your phone between your phone and shoulder while focusing your attention to the array of shirts in front of you. 

“Remember the time I pretended to be your boyfriend to get rid of your ex,” he spoke only to be met with silence on your end, “you owe me,” he reminded as you groaned and stopped your foot like a child, “fine, but just this once,” you told him sternly as you bid a silent farewell to the clothing. 

“Yes! Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he repeated over and over before hushing himself leaving you to assume he didn’t want to be heard, “I’ll be there in ten,” you told him and hung up your phone. 

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|| enough ||

I’m still not over homecoming guys 💗💘

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warnings: spoilers for homecoming, please don’t read if you haven’t watched the movie yet.

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Because I Love You (Part I)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes X Reader

Summary: Adley is Bucky’s secret lover. One day, Bucky’s girlfriend shows up on her doorstep, and Adley found herself asking, why is she here? 

Warnings: Angst (?), Cheating, Long Dialogue, Modern!AU
1.7k Words.

Sorry to those who are named Adley! 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

A/N: A scenario I came up with while washing the dishes. Part II will be up soon, and depending on responses it may have a Part 3-4 if you guys want a happy ending. 


Adley heard the bell rang as she stirred her steaming hot cup of coffee. No one should be visiting her at this hour, or rather, no one she know off. Her hands reached out to adjust the hoodie (his hoodie) she wore, allowing it to cover her quite-revealing nightgown. She squinted her eyes when the early Sun shined through the peak of her curtains, but when she opened the door, her eyes grew wide despite the Sun blasting through.

 Two women stood in front of her, one which Adley was very familiar with. The woman’s (y/h/c) framed her face perfectly, her face had a natural glow to it, without any traces of make up on and her eyes, those eyes that should’ve shone malice, reflected pity. Of course the woman was familiar, Adley sees her picture in his phone every time.

 “Hello,” she said, and her voice was so soft yet determined that a wary look washed over Adley’s face, “I’m very sorry for intruding this early but I just wanted to talk, and I mean no harm.”

If it wasn’t for the other woman standing behind her, a redhead who could probably kill with her glare, Adley might’ve found herself giving a retort. Instead, she hesitantly stepped to the side, allowing access to her house.

 It took a solid five minutes before Adley found her voice, “Please, take a seat. Would you both like anything to drink?”

 The woman sitting across her just smiled, shaking her head. Adley noticed how she observed her home, eyes scanning and printing every piece of object in the living room into her mind. The redhead on the other hand, stood in the corner, eyes solely focused on Adley herself. She stiffened in her seat, heart beating unnaturally fast when she noticed the woman’s gaze linger on the photo beside her TV, framed with a lovely walnut finish.

 “Where were you two when you took take picture?”

 Adley took a sharp inhale before swallowing thickly, “Uhm, w-we were at the Carnival.”

 “The one that was in town during February?” She asked and Adley nodded, “He looks happy.”

 A sad smile adorned the woman’s face.

 “Why are you here?” Adley whispered. She couldn’t take the anxiousness engulfing her insides. What was the woman doing here? Why hasn’t she lash out after seeing the picture of her boyfriend with another woman?

 “Pardon?”

“W-What is your purpose here?”

 The woman bit her lower lip, and with the same smile etched on her face, she looked down to her lap. Her hands that fisted her jeans, gripped harder.

 “I assume you know that Bucky’s on a business trip, and won’t be back for two days so I thought this would be the best time to confront you. I’m (Y/n), you should know who I am. And I know who you are.” She started, and oh God, her eyes were staring right at Adley’s, “I’ve been with Bucky for slightly longer than three years, and you came into his life last year. September, am I right?”

 Adley didn’t bother responding, because the information the woman- (Y/n) has, was absolutely correct. The knot in her stomach tightens and Adley found herself impatient because she expected (y/n) to yell anytime now.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not here to start a fight,” (Y/n) said and let out an empty chuckle. She must’ve sensed the tension rising in the room. “I’m here to do the complete opposite, actually.”

 (Y/n) paused, and Adley watched as the woman’s breathing reduce themselves into shaky gasps. In the corner of her eye, the redhead rushed towards (Y/n), kneeling beside her and asking her if she was okay. (Y/n) all but shook her head, and she must’ve told her friend to leave them alone because shortly after, the redhead went outside.

 “I’m sorry about that. As I was saying, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving Bucky,” (Y/n) stated.

 Adley stared at (Y/n). Had she heard the woman right?

 “E-Excuse me?”

 “I said I’m leaving Bucky.”

 Adley’s mouth hung opened in happiness and horror, she heart drummed knowing her could finally be with James openly but her brain only screamed reasonable questions.

 “W-Why are you telling me about this?” Adley asked. She needed the answer, because the last time she checked, women who found out that they’ve been cheated on don’t usually go up to the other person and have a conversation about it.

 “…because he doesn’t know. And I’m not planning on telling him directly,” (Y/n) said. “I’m not telling him directly because he would do anything to make me stay and as much as I would hate to admit it, I know I would give in to him.”

 “O-Oh, okay. Well, is that… all?” Adley asked, although her gut was telling her that there’s more to this- and it was right.

 “No, actually. I have quite a few things more to say, or rather, a few favours to ask from you,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, her tongue caressing those dry lips of hers before they turned into a thin line.

 “You see, Bucky has never stayed over at your place for the night,” (Y/n) started, but soon added more words when she caught on to Adley’s pained expression.

 “I’m not saying it’s because he doesn’t love you or anything! I-I’m just saying it because I’ve noticed, and I need to tell you that he,” she paused, “often has nightmares. He has it bad, it’s usually about the time when he got drafted into the army. He has it up to five times a week, maybe more. And I need you to make sure when he knows that he’s not alone, that you’re there with him.”

 James never told her he has nightmares, and that fact alone was clawing its way into her insecurity, but Adley nodded stiffly at (Y/n)’s words.

 “He tends to get into fights with Steve, and sometimes he’s the one who’s wrong, but you have to make him apologise,” (Y/n) said and stared at Audley, as if trying to drill this into her brain, “Bucky and Steve are both too stubborn, but they need each other. They’ve gotten this far and this successful in life because they have each other. And when they argue, they tend to forget about that, but you need to remind Bucky, or he’ll regret it.”

 Adley racked her entire mind in search for a memory where James mentioned a guy named Steve, but none appeared. Adley sucked in a short breath and stared at her lap. She’s been with James for almost a year, why hasn’t she heard anything about this best friend of his (Y/n) claimed.

 “In the mornings, right after he wakes up, he’s really, r-really grumpy. He might say things he never mean, but forgive him. It’s because his parents would ignore him when he was younger in the mornings, so he tends to get like that.”

“He needs his morning coffee, and judging by the smell of your house when I entered, you need it too. You probably know this already but he likes his c-coffee with one part fresh milk. Make it for him, make it for him and k-kiss him in the forehead, cheeks and lips for him to, to know that you’re still around and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.”

 No, Adley didn’t know how James liked his coffee, he never drinks it in her house. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like fresh milk, but all these information got Adley shaking. How much does she actually know about James? And compared to (Y/n)? What was the woman trying to achieve? Is (Y/n) trying to prove that she’s better for James? What the actual hell is she trying to-

 “Uhm, I-I’m sorry, please give me a minute.”

 Adley finally looked up from her lap, and instantly, every single thought about this woman trying to shake her up disappeared. (Y/n) was biting her own lower lip. Her chest was heaving up and down, so quick and shaky, as if she was drowning. He eyes glistened, even in the dim living room and it didn’t take long to tell that the woman’s tears were standing at bay. Adley’s mind replayed (Y/n)’s words and she realised that half way through, the woman sounded like her voice got caught in her throat.

 “B-Bucky actually needs a blanket for him to sleep because,” (Y/n) continued despite all her whimpers, “because he t-thinks that if there’s nothing t-to cover you both, someone will take y-you away from him. H-he will always, always worry that one day you’ll leave… He thinks h-he’s never good enough. A-And you need to be there for him. Tell him, tell him you’ll always be around! K-Kiss his neck, snuggle into him-”

 And Adley watched with tears in her own eyes, the breaking down of (Y/n). The (y/h/c) woman started sobbing, clenching her teeth and gripping her hands so tightly, knuckles all white. Her breaths were inconsistent, sometimes clashing with the gasps coming from her throat. The door opened and Adley saw the redhead rushing towards (Y/n)’s side once more.

 “N-Natasha…” (Y/n) called out.

 Ah, so that was her name. Adley watched as Natasha took (Y/n) into her arms, patting (Y/n)’s hair and nodding her head to whatever (Y/n) throws at her.

 “Why am I so weak? N-Natasha why? I’ve used up my entire life,” she hiccuped, “my entire life to build a wall too keep t-this kind of situation away! I didn’t want to end up like my mom so why… Why? Why? Why?”

 It was then Adley understood the pity that was reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes before. It wasn’t for Adley, no, it was for herself. Watching (Y/n) trashed about in the arms of Natasha, Adley asked herself. Is this really worth it? Is stealing someone’s man really worth another’s life?

Just then, the door opened again. Adley stopped breathing and time seemed to have stopped because standing in all his glory, was James himself.

 “Hey Babe, how’s it going-”

 Bucky’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life crying in the arms of her best friend, sitting across his lover.