watch your step

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on how to narrow down which story idea to write? I have at least three that I really want to write and I have a decent idea of the directions I want to go, but I get overwhelmed trying to write three books at the same time! None are exactly "speaking to me" more than the others. They all have their appeal! So what's a good way to narrow down which project to work on first?

Roll a d6 and divide by two; write the names of the three main characters on slips of paper and blindly choose one from a cup; pose the question to your friends each time you sit down to write; write on the next one you have a dream about; determine which one will take less time to write, or has the least worldbuilding left to accomplish, and write on it; place three thematically similar books on the floor of a room and watch for your pet to step on one, then write on that one; plant three seeds in three Dixie cups and wait to see which one sprouts first; set three omens in your mind that represent each narrative, then write on whichever one’s omen appeared first; put all three titles into a random generator and write whichever it spits out; place three feathers on a table, place a fan equidistant from all three feathers and turn it on, then write on whichever story’s feather flies off first; choose three pebbles on the beach and wait for the tide to touch one; write each title on a post-it, stick them to the kitchen counter, and see either which one is swept into the trash first, which one gets stained first, or which one elicits a reaction from a housemate first; shoddily tape the names of the main characters to a ceiling fan, turn it up to high, and see which one flies off first; choose three flowers/plants from a garden to symbolize each main character, and write on the narrative that attracts the first bee/butterfly; open a book to a page in the middle, read the fifth line from the bottom, and write on whichever narrative is represented best by the line.

All facetiousness aside, anon, it’s a toss up. Normally, you try to determine which of the ideas is calling to you most. Which one excites you more when you think about it? Which one’s main character is telling terrible dad jokes to you in the shower? Which one’s world is most complete? Which one’s plot do you already have mostly nailed down? Which one do you believe will most benefit from being written now, and which do you believe could use some time to sit and mature before you give it a try? Which one will wither if you have to set it aside to write a different one? Which one makes you laugh most when you think about it? Which one would break your heart if you didn’t write it? Which one has the potential to touch the most people? Which one do you want to write most? If you don’t have an answer from your three when you think about those questions, then it’s just up to you and your whims. Sit down with your preferred writing medium and see what flows onto the page first. After all, who knows if you’ll get stuck or need a break. You’ll have these other ideas in the wings, waiting for their turn. You’ll get to all of them eventually, so go ahead a pick one without fear. There’s no wrong choice, unless you don’t choose at all. Good luck! -Pear

Agent Snare’s suit!

Full suit reference for the readers of Watch Your Step, an Overwatch reader-insert fanfiction. A lot of effort went into this suit design, making sure that no identifying features were visible while the suit was on so that the fic could have art without breaking the reader immersion. :)

Abilities have yet to be revealed in the story, so I cut out the text portion of the ref for now!

Agent Snare

Character © @faranaelit

I am absolutely in love with Watch Your Step!! It’s a very well written self-insert Overwatch fic that I recommend if you especially love the Junkers.

(She doesn’t have any abilities yet but I thought it’d be really cool if she had some kind of energy noose as a secondary weapon)

basically how i envision poe and jessika's dynamic
  • poe: now, rey, finn, you gotta be real careful walking around the resistance base. watch your step, there's tons of equipment and stuff flying around.
  • jessika: hey dameron i dare you to jump over that trash can
  • poe: fuck you i'll jump over two
Trapfinding 101 with Professor Jack

(Context: Our party begun a rescue mission to save a group of children who were kidnapped by humanoid-sized demon bees. As soon as we enter the beehive, I, the rogue, took point…)

Rogue: Okay, I don’t know if giant bees would set traps, but lemme see which of these two hallways would be safest… (Roll perception)

DM: In the hallway to your right, you look at the slimy floor, and see a line from one wall to the other where the substance looks a little too pristine. There’s clearly something there that you wouldn’t want to step on.

Rogue: Alright, everyone follow me down the left hallway, and watch your step. Look for well-trodden ground, and avoid any spot that looks too tidy. (Takes literally *one* five-foot step…)

DM: And give me a reflex save.

Rogue: Fuck. (fails) Fuck!

DM: Suddenly, your legs are completely covered in a green, sticky fluid that begins to harden very quickly. You are now entangled, and you now smell of onions.

Rogue: *groan*…

Rogue: …Aaaaaaand that concludes this demonstration. Are there any questions?

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The thing that you forgot? Turns out, whatever you know about medicine, ultimately, luck or fate or God or… who knows what is always gonna end up playing a much bigger role in the whole thing than you and I ever will. 

good luck | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by void-obriens

a/n: i want more reggie asap like riverdale give us more reggie please i need it in my life. i also had a lot of fun playing around with like kind good protective reggie instead of jerk jock reggie!! asshole to the world but never to his girl!💙💛🏈1️⃣4️⃣

prompt: 55- “don’t you dare lay a finger on her” & 86- “you know it’s okay to cry”

you walk out of the gym still clad in your cheerleading uniform, the hall filling with the loud commotion of kids as they pour out from their classes.

you see the jocks exit their locker room rowdy from practice you assume, as you make your way toward your locker one of the jocks bumps into you sending you toward the ground

“watch it idiot” i spit annoyed picking myself up of the floor “me watch it? how about you watch your mouth vixen” he steps closer to me trying to intimidate me. i place my hand on his chest pushing the jock out of my face

“you think your tough because your a bulldog?” i giggle and roll my eyes at the teen “get out of my face Chuck”

i try and move past as a crowd gathers but he’s hands dart to my arm and he pulls me back pushing me up against the lockers “no can do princess” he snarls

“seriously chuck stop being a meat head and let me go” he steps back and i glance at him before walking forward only to have chuck grab a handful of my ass as i pass

i freeze turning on my heel “what the hell chuck!” i yell feeling sick to my stomach “oh c'mon (y/n), i had to see if the rumours were true” he bites his lip and runs his hands over his head taking a good look at my body

i suddenly feel self conscious in my uniform and lookas a crowds gather “CLAYTON!” a sudden voice yells

i search for the voice as none other than reggie mantle steps through the sea of jocks and shoves his friend into the lockers behind him just like the boy had done with me.

“ah chill mantle im just having fun with the hottest little river vixen, right (y/n)” the jocks get giddy pushing on each other like ‘bros’

“it’s fine reg forget it” i mutter to the raven haired boy turning to leave the scene “yeah reg it’s fine” chuck tease slipping past the boy and walking briskly toward me to get one last touch of my ass

i squeal disgusted in the boys actions, and like lightning reggie is next to me in a flash shoving the dim witted boy up against the lockers holding him up by his sweat shirt

“don’t you dare lay a finger on her” he warns getting into his face “you hear me” he shouts and the boy nods vigorously “okay okay reg chill” he drops the boy down and I turn walking away as fast as my legs could take me.

“did i hear that chuck & reggie were fighting over you today!” ronnie gushes as we prepare for the big game.

i roll my eyes applying another coat of mascara to my lashes “jeez v it wasn’t like that at all” i exhale placing down the wand and turning to face my two best friends “chuck was being a handsy dick and reggie stuck up for me thats all”

they share a puzzled glance “wait what do you mean handsy?” betty pushes worry washing over her face “he just grabbed my ass a few times and yeah I don’t want to talk about it can we just drop it?”

“(y/n) that’s not nothing you-” and by some grace of god cheryl bounds into the locker room “let’s go sluts show time”

“god i hate the kids at this school” i mummer before following the raven and blonde headed girls out and onto the field.

we stand along the track as the bulldogs rip through their banner jogging onto the school field as the bleacher erupt in cheers. we do a few cheers and flips before it was the opposing teams turn to enter

i make my way over to the drinks table and catch chuck and his mates staring me down like a piece of meat making gestures that would only make a girl feel sick to her stomach

and like clockwork tears dribble down your fast as fast as they appear “(y/n?)” i cuz sand turn away from the boy quickly wiping my eyes before turning back to the jock “reg hey” i smile

“your crying” he states and i shake my head denying it which only causes me to cry even more “im sorry it’s stupid i shouldn’t be crying im fine” i choke and he shakes his head stepping closer to me

“hey hey” he places his hands on my shoulders in attempts to comfort me “you know it’s okay to cry?” he questions dabbing a few of my fallen tears with his thumb

“do you?” i tease earning a laugh from him which cause me to giggle to myself “um yes for a fact i do, your looking at a dude who cried during the fault in our stars”

my eyes widen “no way” he shrugs his shoulders “guilty, but if you tell anyone im afraid I’ll have to kill ya” he said as a matter of fact. i hold my hand up “scouts honour”

i wipe the remaining tears off my face and take a few steady breathes trying to block out chuck and he’s idiotic friends

“forget Chuck okay? a guy like that doesn’t deserve a pretty girls tears okay?” i look up into his eyes and smile to myself “thanks reg” he smiles shyly.

“anytime (y/n/n)” he plays with his helmet and i glance down to my shoes to nervous to say anything else

“mantle lets go!” he turns to his coach as he yells for him “coming coach” he yells back glancing at me looking slightly guilty

“im sorry ive gotta go” and i shake my head touches his shoulder softly “it’s fine it’s fine!”

“goodluck” he smiles at me and i blush “thanks reg” he waits glancing at me “what aren’t you going to wish me good luck?” he sasses and giggle.

“you won’t need it but” i throw my arms around the boys next and stand on my tip toes kissing him

“good” kiss “luck” kiss “reg” kiss

i take my hands away from his neck settling them on his chest as his still linger around my waist “woah that was way better” i smile giddy as he re joins our lips “good luck my little vixen”

“MANTLE” he rolls his eyes “im coming coach im coming!” he yells giving me another kiss before rushing off to his team turning around and smiling giddily at your as a blush covers your face.

maybe not all jocks where jerks after all

anonymous asked:

Do you ever think about the first time Alec slept over at magnus' like no sex just casual sleep

i absolutely do

i imagine it would be such a pretty thing really, a slow thing. it would be afternoon dripping into evening when alec showed up, asking magnus if he was done with work for the day as he shut the door behind him. and magnus, holding a book in his hand would smile really slow, shaking his head and saying that he only had a few potions brewing that he had to check on later. then before he could really say much of anything else, alec would be slipping his arms around magnus’s waist, pressing him close gently. a slow hug in the doorway that felt like something deep unfurling. i missed you so much and it wasn’t even that long.

it would be laughter echoing through the kitchen as magnus summoned them dinner with his eyebrows up and a huge grin on his face. alec would be halfway bent over the kitchen counter, grinning one of those huge grins and shaking his head. because as usual they couldn’t pick what to have so magnus summoned every kind of takeout imaginable and alec scoured it all before pursing his lips together. “buffet?” he said, raising one eyebrow.

“i like how you think alexander.” magnus responded with a low chuckle.

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Glasses (Newt Scamander)

Originally posted by newt-and-pickett

Pairing: Newt Scamander/Reader
Words: 500+
Warning(s): None
A/N: I tried my best to make it as fluffy as I could.
Request: can you do a newt x reader where newt finds out the reader wears glasses (like they usually wear contacts but desperate times call for desperate measures)


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100 Ways to say I LOVE YOU

1) “Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”
2) “It reminded me of you.”
3) “No, no, it’s my treat.”
4) “Come here.  Let me fix it.”
5) “I’ll walk you home.”
6) “Have a good day at work.”
7) “I dreamt about you last night.”
8) “Take my seat.”
9) “I saved a piece for you.”
10) “I’m sorry for your loss.”
11) “You can have half.”
12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
13) “Sorry I’m late.”
14) “Can I have this dance?”
15) “I made your favorite.”
16) “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
17) “Watch your step.”
18) “Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”
19) “Can I hold your hand?”
20) “You can borrow mine.”
21) “You might like this.”
22) “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”
23) “I’ll wait.”
24) “Just because.”
25) “Look both ways.”
26) “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”
27) “Try some.”
28) “Drive safely.”
29) “Well, what do you want to do?”
30) “One more chapter.”
31) “Don’t worry about me.”
32) “It looks good on you.”
33) “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
34) “That’s okay, I bought two.”
35) “After you.”
36) “We’ll figure it out.”
37) “Can I kiss you?”
38) “I like your laugh.”
39) “Don’t cry.”
40) “I made this for you.”
41) “Go back to sleep.”
42) “Is this okay?”
43) “I picked these for you.”
44) “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
45) “What do you want to watch?”
46) “You can go first.”
47) “Did you get my letter?”
48) “I’ll do it for you.”
49) “Call me when you get home.”
50) “I think you’re beautiful.”
51) “Are you sure?”
52) “Have fun.”
53) “Sit down, I’ll get it.”
54) “I made reservations.”
55) “I don’t mind.”
56) “It brings out your eyes.”
57) “There is enough room for both of us.”
58) “You don’t have to say anything.”
59) “Wow.”
60) “Happy birthday.”
61) “I’ll pick it up after work.”
62) “It can wait until tomorrow.”
63) “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
64) “It’s two sugars, right?”
65) “I’ll help you study.”
66) “Stay over.”
67) “I did the dishes.”
68) “You didn’t have to ask.”
69) “I bought you a ticket.”
70) “You’re warm.”
71) “No reason.”
72) “I’ll meet you halfway.”
73) “Take mine.”
74) “We can share.”
75) “I was just thinking about you.”
76) “I want you to have this.”
77) “Call me if you need anything.”
78) “Do you want to come too?”
79) “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
80) “Is your seat belt on?”
81) “Sweet dreams.”
82) “I was in the neighborhood.”
83) “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”
84) “The key is under the mat.”
85) “It doesn’t bother me.”
86) “You’re important too.”
87) “I saved you a seat.”
88) “I’ll see you later.”
89) “I noticed.”
90) “You can tell me anything.”
91) “I hope you like it.”
92) “I want you to be happy.”
93) “I believe in you.”
94) “You can do it.”
95) “Good luck.”
96) “I brought you an umbrella.”
97) “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
98) “Take a deep breath.”
99) “Be careful.”
And…
100) “I love you.”

When you literally admit Clarke centers you, tell her to “be careful” and “watch your step”, literally wake up from your sleep because you can sense she’s distressed, say “If I’m on that list, you’re on that list.”,  write Clarke’s name on a list that decides who gets to live or die and then comfort her while she’s crying, but people still think you don’t love her:

Just Ask - Part 3

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I’m continuously blown away by the support you guys’ve given me, I’ve been smiling from ear to ear since yesterday morning I look like an absolute moron.

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Ask me out already

Summary: you ask bucky out but he rejects you and Steve makes it his task to get him jealous.
Pairing: Bucky x reader (x Steve)
Request: by anon
A/n: I’m not really sure if this is how you wanted it but I hope you’ll like it anyway
Warning: fluff, a bit angst, jealousy, angry bucky, a bit sad reader, course words,…. That’s it I guess


Steve had this feeling. He knew Bucky loved you and he Also knew you loved bucky. But neither of you made a move on one another so all the hidden feelings stayed untold. But he had this feeling that something would happen.

You told him about your feelings for bucky when you and him were on a mission. It lasted longer than expected and you just felt like you had to tell someone. You couldn’t bottle it up anymore and in the end the anxiety got the best of you, making you walk over to Steve’s room with heavy breathing and telling him everything.
On that night you cried as much as never before. Not because you were sad though.
You were so relieved to be able to share all your feelings with someone and be able to talk about what’s keeping you up at night. And of course Steve would listen and he would understand. Steve always understood and he always helped and reassured. He always would be there no matter what.

Bucky told Steve about his feelings for you when he was drunk. That night was filled with drunk giggles and slurred singing until something seemed to bring bucky off. He became all serious, seeing it as the moment to get something off his chest but still considering it. Even if he was drunk he tried to decide for what would trouble him the less.
Steve knew he never would have told him in his sober state but bucky seemed to be an entirely different person when he was drunk. More open and a little softer. It was as if the alcohol gave him a touch 40s bucky back. It was nice but Steve understood that everything was different now and so, bucky had to be different too.
So when bucky blurted out about his love to you it left Steve speechless and wide eyed, looking at bucky in shock and surprise over his sudden outburst.

So now Steve knew about both of your feelings and it pained him to see you both now that he knew what was happening behind the facade.
Now that he knew, he didn’t miss one single glance anymore. Or a shared smile. Or sadness in (y/n) eyes when Bucky was an asshole and rejected her.
And it pained him even more that he knew he could do nothing to help any of you.


He knew when he saw you walking into the main room, so confident and happy, it took you hours to get to this. To look normal and not like you’d freak out any second. Steve sat on the couch watching your every step as you walked over to bucky who stood behind the kitchen isle, the three of them were the only ones in sight and you were thankful for that.

Your steps were fast yet cautious as you tried to make your way over to bucky in a steady manor, only once glancing over at Steve who was keeping his eyes on you in reassurance, signaling he’d be there if you needed him. You shot him a quick smile before reminding yourself of the fact that you were about to do what frightened you the most.

You stepped up and put your hand onto the counter, leaning over and supporting your weight on your arms as you smiled happily at bucky who stood in front of you with his head hanging low.
He looked up from his food to you for a brief second and broke into a smile before concentrating on his food again.
“Hey (y/n) what’s up?”
He asked you happily and in a joyful tone being really interested in your day which made you smile even wider.

“Ah nothing much I just came here to ask you something.” You beamed at him trying to prevent yourself from freaking out.


He looked up to you from his plate and took a bite from his sandwich, giving you a tight smile signaling you to go on.

“Uhm… so I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go out with me tonight?” You mumbled nervously as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
“Like having dinner or so” you continued quietly.


But when his eyes widened a bit and he took a quick glance over to Steve in shock, almost choking on his bite of food, you knew you had done a mistake.


He looked back at you, into your beautiful eyes. And he wished that those were the first thing he’d see when he wakes up and the last when he falls asleep. However ,he knew, he was never going to call those eyes his safe place. He was never going to feel like in heaven just by looking into the light of those shinning stars because he knew it was not fair. And he knew he couldn’t do this to you.


So he did what he had to, to protect your happiness and the joy in your being and he turned you down. Even if this is not what he wanted.
He wanted to kiss you. And hold you. And be there for you when you needed him. He wanted to go on a date with you. And he wanted to be with you but your glow of joy was more important than what he wanted and he did what he thought was right.


“Sorry (y/n), but I … don’t think I’d want to. Sorry”
And it pained him deeply to say those words aloud but his decision was made and he turned around leaving the room, not acknowledging your wide eyes or the sadness that took over your features when you tried to hold back the tears that brimmed in the corner of your eyes.


Steve was quick to surround you in a big hug pulling you close to him as you cried into his shoulder and held onto him tightly.
Steve looks over his shoulder in disappointment, the fiery anger burning in his eyes as he wanted to punch his best friend to make him regret what he had done.
But at the moment you were more important and so he concentrated on rocking you back and forth to calm you down.


After a minute your quiet sobs muted and you pulled away to look at Steve blankly, smiling a sad smile.
“Are you alright?” Steve questioned.
“Yeah” you smiled weakly “maybe some things should stay out of reach”
You wiped your tears away and Steve hugged you tightly one last time until you pulled away with a sad smile and started walking backwards and down the hall to your room.

Your plans for that night stayed simple. You didn’t want to even leave your room anymore as you went for Netflix and ice cream. However the person knocking on your door had different plans.
The sound pulled you out of your comfortable cushions and the mountain of blankets on your bed as you slowly strode over to your entrance.

You opened the door ,revealing your slumped and pale form that had been signed by the sobs and the tears.
You found Steve on the other side who was neatly dressed in a nice tux with his hair all done and he even had a rose bouquet which he handed to you before pulling you in for a hug.


You smiled into it before pulling away and taking in the roses.
“They’re beautiful, thank you Steve” you told him while putting them into a vase and still admiring them.

“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out with me tonight” he asked sheepishly before quickly continuing as he saw your wide eyes.
“Not as what you think” he rushed “just to make you happy and feel better, Bucky was an ass and I want you to stop crying over him” he added.

That made you cry, you smiled at him as the tears slipped down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe him. He was so sweet and carrying, such a wonderful person.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t want to make you cry”
He urged desperately, being confused as to why you’d be sad about his offer.


“Shut up and leave” you told him as you walked up to him and pushed him out of the door “I’ll be down in an hour” you smiled, giving him a kiss on his cheek and closing the door.

You went to get ready wearing a beautiful red dress matching your red lipstick. Your hair was in big curls, some of them pinned up and your make up was rather decent except the lipstick of course.
Your high heels were only the final touch up.
You were more than happy with how you looked, and the reflection in the mirror gave you new confidence.


The elevator doors opened and you stepped out and into the common room seeing Steve and tony sitting on the couch together.

You smiled over at Steve who shot up from his seat and walked over to you , a tight smile on his lips.
“You look beautiful” he said.


“Excuse me ?! Beautiful is a slight understatement, don’t you think?!” Tony exaggerated from his seat on the couch “damn (y/n)” he added with a whistle making you laugh with the slightest hint of a blush.


Just in that moment bucky stepped out of the hall seeing the three of you and his gaze immediately fell onto you.
He had to keep himself from staring, yeah he even had to keep his jaw from dropping.
He saw you and you were the most beautiful sight in the world. The most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, yet you were not looking like that for him. And once again he regretted what he had done. All he wanted to do was to shower you with compliments, to turn back the time and say yes to your invitation but he couldn’t and he had to life with it now.


However his eyes fell onto Steve who stood besides you and he had to frown in confusion at that, he walked further down into the room and let himself fall onto the couch next to tony, asking what was going on.

“Cap and Miss hotty here are going out on a date.” Tony said in a singsong voice like a teenager who was fangirling over something.

Bucky rolled his eyes at tonys nickname for you but as soon as the word ‘date’ left his lips, he went to look at Steve with a flame of hate burning in his eyes and a slow yet quiet growl leaving is throat.
However Steve avoided his gaze and so did you.
Both of you said your goodbyes to the men on the couch and stepped into the elevator, having tony shout a quick ‘have fun’ followed by a giggle after you which made Bucky’s stomach turn as he tried to stay calm.

Your night was amazing and you’d lie if you’d say that you wouldn’t do this again. You even almost forgot about bucky today which was pretty good.
It felt good to have something else in mind.

Steve Brought you to your door hugging you tightly and running his hand over your back in a reassuring manner.
“I hope you had a good night?” He asked as he pulled away to look at you.


“Yes ! It was great we definitely gotta do that again!” You squealed making Steve chuckle.
“Yeah but for now you go to sleep”
He insisted.

“Okaaaay” you groaned “thank you Steve , for everything” you said and said your goodbye to him.
He stood there for s second looking at your door with a smile being happy that he could make you happy. He didn’t notice bucky staring at him from across the hall as he stepped away from your door and made his way over to his own, entering his room with a content sigh.
Bucky however wasn’t content at all, he went to go back into his room and paced his living room in anger and disbelief.
Why would Steve do such a thing to him ?
Why would he betray bucky like this ?
It pained bucky deeply, the thought of Steve knowing about his feelings for you but nonetheless disregarding them.


Slowly enough Bucky’s anger faded and the sadness kicked in.
He slid down at his bedroom door with his head in his hands and desperation written all over his face as he tried not to cry.
He loved you, he seriously loved you and only in this moment he realized how much he really did.
It was something he never experienced before.
Something so big and powerful it overwhelmed him as he tried to make out how he could fix this mess in his mind.


The next day was pretty calm to all of you.
No one was really doing anything since it was lazy day and everybody was just excited for movie night, which came faster than expected.
It only felt like three hours until the sun set and took her leave and all the avengers gathered in the movie room.


You sat next to Steve. Bucky sat behind the two of you and everyone else was spread around the room.
The movie started playing and you snuggled into Steve’s side, not hearing the growl that escaped bucky as his eyes bored into Steve’s back.


Of course Steve didn’t notice anything and leaned into you, laying his cheek onto your head and stroking your arm before kissing your scalp.
Because he knew bucky sat behind him.

And as that happened bucky had enough, the anger shot right up and so did he, storming out of the room and slamming the door shut making you jump and turn around in your seat.


You skimmed the room and noticed bucky was missing, you made your way out to find him and see if everything was alright, leaving Steve behind with a happy and content smile.


You rounded the corner and stepped into the hallway of the living quarters, calling out Bucky’s name every now and then.


You knocked onto his door, letting yourself in when no answer came. You stepped into his room cautiously and very tense, not liking this whole situation.

As you rounded a corner your eyes fell almost out from the shock you felt.
There were shattered glass pieces all over the place, pictures laid on the ground and pillows were thrown around.


If it wasn’t for the fact that this was a room in the avengers tower you would’ve thought it was a burglar who made this mess but so, your worries just hit up and a knot formed in your stomach.

Just as you were about to call for someone you heard a loud crash and shattering glass in the bathroom.

You weight up your options but decided to make sure everything was alright anyway.
You stepped up to the door with a sigh , knocking on it and calling out Bucky’s name.


Again, there was no answer and you stepped into that room without a permission.


The room was filled with the heavy sents of different colognes, perfumes and other stuff leaving the air filled in thick and disgustingly heavy smell which made you want to throw up right there and then.


It brought tears to your eyes and made your throat go dry and hurt to which you responded with heavy coughs. You held onto your throat , trying to see something through your heavy tears as you tried not you step onto the glass that was lying around.

Suddenly you felt two strong arms around you, pulling you out of the room. Both of them brought you great comfort, even though one of them was cold and made shivers run down your spine, making you feel better instantly.

You were sat down onto a comfortable cushion seat and the two hands left your coughing form for a moment before returning and giving you s glass of water.
As the coughing stopped you were finally able to wipe away your tears.
And then you could finally see bucky sitting there infront of you, looking at you in worries with a deep frown on his face, his hands on your knees and his eyes staring into yours as he searched for any sign of discomfort or hurt.


You didn’t give him one and just looked back at him.
Your hand still on your chest as you breathed normally again.


“What were you doing” he finally asked in a soft voice, the worries still on his face.


“I could ask you the same thing, look around everything here his smashed and broken.”
You replied while looking around still a bit shocked.


“Yeah I know … but what did you want?”
He asked again.

“I wanted to see if you were okay since you just stormed out of the movie room…. Apparently your not” you said and he looked away from you in shame.
“Why did you do that?” You added.


“I got angry… and upset… An distraught….” He admitted in a low mumble still not looking at you.


Your right hand found its way to his cheek moving it softly so he had to look at you, and you looked at him with an intense glance before asking “why ?”

“Its nothing really” he said as he stood up and made his way over to the other side of the room to pick up some pillows from the floor.
His back facing you.


“Bucky , you smashed your whole room… its not nothing” you insisted, and he stopped his movements, hanging his head in shame again.
A sigh left his lips before he began to speak again.


“Its just… you and Steve… its … I want to have that with you… And I was such a big asshole and now I messed up.” He mumbled lowly with his back still to you, so he didn’t notice your eyes going wide.
“And won’t ever have that with you anymore, just because I fucked up…. And I’m sorry. I really am.”
He added just above a whisper as he fiddled with the pillow.

You didn’t know what to say, it was like a punch in the face and your mind clouded for a moment with your eyes still wide.
“So … ” you started in confusion “why did you say no to going to dinner with me then?” You questioned.


He sighed, blaming himself or everything once again. He made this whole mess.
“I just…” he started not really knowing which words to use, and then he finally turned around to look at you “I didn’t want you to have to put up with this okay ?” He said his voiced rushed and a little louder than before, mostly in blame and shame for himself.
“Because this does not only happen when I’m angry (y/n) this is me! This is exactly how it looks inside my mind…” he paused for a moment before adding in sad whisper “crushed… and fucked up… and messy”.

“ so you thought it would be best to break my heart and just pretend nothing happened? ” you asked sarcastically making him look at you wide eyed.

“God noo !! Its… look I am me, and you are you” he gestured to you and you shrugged “I have such a dark soul … and you shouldn’t let me dim your light with it.” He stated sadly.
“I’m not good for you” he added finally.


“That…. Is not true” you stated making him look at you as you stared back at him in anger.
“I don’t understand why you’d think that… you hurt me more with saying that right now, and with saying no, than you ever could with a gun.”
You told him and he snorted in disbelief.

“I was trying to protect you.” He urged.


With the anger now boiling inside of you, you stared at him fierce fully. “I can get by on my own”

And bucky scoffed a smile at how often he heard this sentence already in his life.

“You were just selfish” you argued in a rather low shout, it was definitely to quiet for the others to hear.
You stomped over to him with the anger still all over you. You punched his right arm pretty hard not caring if it hurt or not ,which it did.

He flinched away from you with a small grunt as his hand flew up to where you punched him as he looked at you wide eyed.
“You better ask me out James Buchanan Barnes”
You ordered while pointing your index finger at his chest and looking up to him angrily.


He flinched at his full name but didn’t say anything as he was shocked by your sudden demeanor.
You took that as your key to leave and so you stomped out of his room leaving him behind in shock.


Three days later he stood infront of your door, he’d been standing there for a couple of minutes now, he was just too afraid even though he didn’t know why.
Steve came by and saw the flowers in Bucky’s hand.


He patted his shoulder as he walked by shooting him a reassuring smile “about damn time pal”
He said and kept walking away.

Somehow this gave bucky comfort and confidence and he finally pulled himself together and knocked on your door.

You opened only a moment later and broke into the biggest smile of happiness bucky has ever seen, making him smile himself.
“About damn time” you said.

Bucky looked st you in disbelief “oh my god” he breathed, not believing what you said.


“What ?” you asked confused.

“Nothing” he said quickly “nothing” and he handed you the flowers asking you out on a date for dinner.

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Make Me Cry

Originally posted by hartshoney


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “39 – Clay Jensen”

Prompt:

39. “I’m just tired.”

Word count: 1.576

Posted: 21st of May 2017

A/N: Another Clay imagine! I hope that you are liking my imagines and I hope that you keep on supporting me. I am trying to write as many imagines as I could since I’m having my training period next week. Updating might be slow, because I will be working and I won’t have my laptop with me. I will do my best to write every request and, hopefully, I can post them soon. I hope you understand, thank you.

P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests for my prompt imagines, sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: betraying, a little bit of angst and swearing


“Clay.” You mumbled as you let yourself fall on the ground for what you’ve just seen. Your heart broke and your world fell apart as you heard Jessica’s bedroom door slamming in front of you. “Hannah.”

You wanted to move, but it seemed like someone was stopping you to do so. You wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t stream down you face. You wanted to shout, but it seemed like your voice was taken away.

You were in one of those parties that Jessica organized because the school was almost starting and she invited the whole school to celebrate the last days of summer together. In fact, the house was too crowded and people were having fun, except you.

You weakly went downstairs emotionlessly as the happening was slowly sinking in your mind. You slowly walked, one foot in front of the other as you tried to protect yourself from people’s sweaty bodies. Everything was in slow-motion as you dealt with the images of Clay, your actual boyfriend, and Hannah kissing. You couldn’t accept it, you just couldn’t.

The only things that brought you back into the reality were the loud beats of some techno songs and the smell of the disgusting mix of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes in the air.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Your brother Jeff asked as he noticed you in the middle of the drunken crowd. He grabbed your hand and pulled you near him so he could have the chance to talk to you properly.

“I…” You started to talk and the tears finally found their way out. Jeff hugged you tightly as he gave you the chance to let your resentments out. “Clay.”

Your vision was blurry as you remembered how Clay behaved with you in these past few weeks, he was strange and detached from you. You thought that he just needed some time to breathe before the classes resumed, but now you noticed that he needed that time to spend it with Hannah, one of your close friends. You were blinded by his love and by her friendship, that you didn’t see the hole in your almost perfect relationships with them.

“Let’s go outside, okay?” Jeff rubbed your back and as you wet Jeff’s brown shirt with your hot streaming tears, you tortured yourself as you remembered every scene where Clay acted in that way.

“What’s the matter, Clay?” You worriedly asked your boyfriend when you noticed that he was staring blankly at the ceiling of your room. You were talking about your plans during your holidays together, but he didn’t seem so interested about it.

“It’s nothing, Babe. Maybe I worked too much earlier.” Clay responded, quickly looking at you. He was afraid to make you feel unimportant, but that was how Clay socialize with people.

“Are you sure?” You raised your eyebrow and you really started to worry for Clay’s behaviour. He was silent and overthinking.

“Yes, love,” Clay assured you once again. “I’m just tired.” He shortly answered.

“Do you want to go home now?” You asked as you took his arms off around your waist. You sat up from the bed and you observed Clay’s face. He somehow felt relieved to see that you weren’t angry at all.

“May I?” Clay sat back up too and he looked straight in your eyes to find the answer, fidgeting with your fresh, thin and candid blanket. He knew you well and he would know if you were lying or not.

“Yup, don’t worry.” You thought of his well-being first, instead of making a scene. You thought that maybe there was really too much work at Crestmont’s during his duty.

“See you tomorrow, okay?” He quickly stood up from the bed as he grabbed his sweater from your study table. You were shocked because his energy suddenly increased and your doubts suddenly penetrated your confused brain.

“Take care.” You reminded him as he headed to your bedroom door. He was in a hurry as if he needed to meet someone else. You knew Clay so much and he never wanted to arrive late when he needed to meet someone. “I love you, Clay.” You said as you shook your doubts off, fighting between you and your brain as you defended Clay’s actions.

“Oh, I love you too.” He responded back as he walked back to you and he gave you a quick kiss on your temple. “Bye.” He ran out of the room as he almost stumbled while going downstairs.

It was surely not Clay, because he would never forget to greet you well before leaving, so you followed him downstairs, but as soon as you opened your front door, you could barely see an animated soul in the street.

The humid and hot summer air hit your face as your tears scorched your already red burning cheeks, your still-sober-brother guiding you slowly and watching your steps carefully. You’ve just realized that he was stumbling down because he couldn’t wait to see Hannah that day. You assumed that the change in his behaviour was because of Hannah and you couldn’t help but hate them both, nevertheless hate was a really big and horrible word.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” Alex, your best friend, curiously asked with his furrowed eyebrows as he saw you and your brother. Your vision was blurry as you sobbed very loudly, catching the people’s attention easily. Alex’s comfort made it difficult to cope with the situation that you were already in.

“Fuck Jensen!” You spat as you felt Alex’s arms around your weak body. He was trying to cheer you up, because he knew that your relationship with Clay wasn’t that healthy in the past few days. You confided him your doubts and perplexity about Clay’s action and he was always by your side to listen.

“Clay!” You heard your brother calling your boyfriend and anger quickly sank in your body. You suddenly felt a weight in your chest as you felt betrayed, cheated on and have been made a fool of. “Where were you?”

“Uh,” His eyes started to wander around the surroundings of Jessica’s garden, trying to think of a good and coherent excuse. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt too, just like what he did with your blankets that night. You already knew his actions, he’s always done it whenever he would lie to you or to people. “What the fuck, (Y/N) and Alex?” Clay exclaimed as his gaze caught yours, seeing the position that you were in, together with Alex. Your anger increased as he totally ignored your endless tears, not caring of what you were feeling.

“What the hell, Jensen?” You carefully pushed Alex’s arms off you and you walked towards your boyfriend. “Answer Jeff’s question: where were you?” Hot and endless tears still ran through your face as you bravely faced up the situation.

“I…” Clay tried to answer but no words came out from his mouth. He was speechless, because he didn’t know what excuse to invent. He was shocked, although he didn’t show it, because he was accidentally caught in the scene.

“I hate you, Jensen!” You angrily said, spitting the venom in your mouth. “I fucking hate you, traitor!” You didn’t want to do it, but someone or something, probably the anger, has ordered your right hand to slap Clay on his cheek as hard as you could.

“(Y/N), what has happened?” Jeff curiously asked as he separated you from Clay, avoiding his close friend to get hurt once again. Alex grabbed you and he tried to calm you down with his touch.

“You fucking ask him, Jeff! You fucking ask him.” You thrusted Alex’s hand off your arm harshly and you started to run away from them, trying to escape from the horrible situation that you were in. The situation hit you as if it was a truck and it broke every inch of you, not just your heart, but also your mind and your soul.

“(Y/N)!” Clay called you as he tried to stop you from running, still bearing with the painful slap that you gave him. He wanted to explain, even though he knew that it would be useless.

“Just go and kiss Hannah once again, it seemed like you had fun in that room.” You shouted back and you saw your brother’s aura became black as soon as he understood the situation. He was wrapped in anger, because Clay hurt you and he promised that he would never do it. “You did nothing but to make me cry in these disgusting days. I hope you are happy now.”

You stood there as you observed the most important boys in your life from afar. You cried as you bear with your broken heart. “Jensen, I am giving up this time.”

“(Y/N), please listen to me first!” Clay followed you and grabbed your hand.

“No, Clay,” You shook your head as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. “because all you ever did when I needed you the most was to make me cry.”

He broke you and you couldn’t stand to hear his dirty lies anymore. You never hated him like you did that night and you thought that it was finally the time that you gave yourself a value and some respect. You needed to give him up, because Clay couldn’t keep on making you cry, nevertheless the powerful and strong love that you felt for him.