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i hate men 86% of the time

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speak now - can you do something with mine and bucky barnes? maybe like an au or smth?

ofc!!

“ YOURS, MINE, OURS. ” BUCKY BARNES + FEM ! READER ( blurb )

You begrudgingly pulled your eyes out of the book in front of you as the bells above the bookstore door jingled. The man that just walked in was tall and muscular. His hair was entirely tucked under a baseball cap and he had a rock-hard, surly expression on his face.

“Hi,” you said, not bothering to stand up. “Every book is 20% off. That doesn’t include stationary, pens, bookmarks, or anything that’s not a book. You don’t look like an idiot but you have no idea how many people have gotten pissed because they thought that the entire store was 20% off.”

“People are stupid,” he replied, glancing at you before glancing away.

You nodded in agreement and murmured a “yeah.” You heaved a sigh. “Well, happy browsing. Let me know if you need any help.”

“Actually, I do,” he said. He strode over to the counter you were sitting behind and just barely leaned forward on the surface. “See, my friend told me that I needed to get a hobby. He offered sports ’nd stuff but that just seems entirely too boring. Painting was a no go for me, I have zero creativity. My next best go was reading. Do you have any recommendations?”

You, now intrigued, put your book down and stood up. “What are you looking for? Thrillers? Romance? Classics?”

“I don’t really know,” he admitted.

“Classics are usually pretty fairground for everyone,” you told him, leading him to an aisle. You scanned it hastily before grabbing The Picture of Dorian Gray off the shelf. “The Picture of Dorian Gray, man sells his soul for eternal youth and beauty.” You handed it to him before picking another. “Little Women, follows the lives of four sisters as the go through life.” You stacked that book on top of the first. “Treasure Island, pirates.” You continued to stack more books in his arms until you had given him at least ten.

“Wow,” he said, surprised. “You certainly know a lot about this.”

You nodded before smiling. “It’s my job, you know.” He smiled back and met your stare. You inhaled as you looked away. “You get the 20% off discount plus a new customer discount.”

“Really? That’s cool.”

You beamed and nodded at him. 

“You have to let me know what you think of those books,” you told him as you began to check-out the books. “You know, some people really love ‘em but others don’t.”

“I will let you know,” said the guy with a grin. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Bucky? That’s a cool name. I haven’t heard that one before. I’m Y/N,” you answered warmly.

“Y/N? I like that,” he said.

“Thanks. Well, here you go, I hope you enjoy them,” you told Bucky with a wide smile. 

“I appreciate it,” Bucky responded, reciprocating your smile. He gently took the books out of your arms and walked out the door, the bell jingling above him. 

When he left you couldn’t help the gut feeling that crawled up your stomach and spread throughout your body like a disease. You fell for him, you realized, somewhat shocked. The shock wafted away and become a feeling of contentment. He was a good person to fall for.

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speak now (taylor’s version) ! this is possibly my favorite song on this album. tell me your favorite song on this album + your character of choice and i’ll write a blurb for you.

my fav song is def mine !! with james potter please <3 tysm mwahh

here you go ml<3

“ MINE ” JAMES POTTER + FEM ! READER ( blurb )

You didn’t intend to fall as hard as you did. In fact, you didn’t want to fall at all. You took one good look at the boy and told yourself “no.” So why did you fall? Was it the way he smiled at you when he took your order? Was it the way his fingers grazed yours when he handed you your cup of coffee? Was it the way he made you laugh and felt like you’d known him for years? You had no idea. Regardless, you were falling, head-first with no real idea of when you’d stop. Part of you thought you’d never stop. Most of you thought that.

As a college student, you had to be able to balance work and school not to mention school fees and such. You were on your own now. Eating foods that weren’t inching mere hours away from their expiration dates and almost always having little to no fresh foods was something that you’d just gradually gotten used to. Something you just had to get used to. You can still remember the excitement you felt when you finally found a cheap coffee shop near your dorm. And then the sinking feeling when you made eye-contact with the cute boy that was your age who happened to work there.

Shit, you thought. Shit, shit, shit. Don’t make eye-contact. Avoid him. 

All of those thoughts were well went about until he approached you.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. A charming one. “I’m James. What can I get you?”

“Just a coffee,” you told him weakly. “Black.”

The boy named James laughed. “Black? I never trust people who take their coffee black.”

Almost instantly you felt lighter. Like you’d been talking to an old friend. “How do you take your coffee? Ten packets of sugar?”

“Are you implying that I’m sweet?” asked James with a smirk.

“Take it was you wish, dear,” you told him jokingly. 

Two years later, you came barreling in. You plopped your purse down on an empty stool by the counter. You slid behind the counter and began preparing yourself a coffee.

“Ma’am, can you refill my coffee?” asked a middle-aged man, looking at you with boredom in his eyes. 

“I don’t work here, the employee’s just don’t like me,” you told him before smiling. 

“She’s telling lies,” said a voice from behind you that you recognized. James. Your boyfriend. “We love her. She stands behind the counter and claims that she’s being treated unfairly.”

“Because I am!” you exclaimed, grinning at him. “I’m just here for good coffee and your–“

“Spare me,” said the man dryly. “Just pour the damn coffee, will you?”

“Of course, my friend!” you told him, pouring him the coffee before mouthing “help me.” Both you and James burst into annoying laughter. The man drank the coffee quickly like it was a shot, slammed a ten dollar bill on the table, and stormed off.

“I don’t think he liked us very much,” James offered before kissing the top of your head.

“’S alright,” you replied. “I like you enough for both me and him.”

“Right back at you, barista.”

“You like yourself for both him and you?” you asked with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m pretty great, aren’t I? I mean, I would have to be great if I’ve got you head over heels,” James said with a shrug.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you demanded in mock offense.

“I love you,” James murmured into your hair.

“Right back at you, barista,” you replied, laughing.

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speak now (taylor’s version) ! this is possibly my favorite song on this album. tell me your favorite song on this album + your character of choice and i’ll write a blurb for you. OMG HAUNTED W REMUS OMG OMG OMG

i wrote this entire thing at like the crack of dawn and proofreading is stomping on my creative judgement (translation: i don’t feel like proofreading) i hope you like it though! i really enjoyed writing it.

“ HAUNTED ” REMUS LUPIN + FEM ! READER ( blurb )

For years, your relationship with Remus was fragile. But you never thought it was fragile enough to break. 

There was a good reason for it to be fragile. You were the first person to find out Remus was a werewolf and he always thought it would push you away. It never did. What really pushed you away was the fact that Remus felt inhibited by you. You never wanted him to feel like that and you did your best it show him that. Somehow, your point was never gotten across. After years of being together, you slowly began to doubt the relationship. Am I really that awful of a person? Am I like this with everyone? Would he be better off if I just left? No, you can’t leave. That would prove what he thought all along. 

The beginning of the end began late one night. Remus and you were fighting. Despite your situation, it was very rare for the two of you to actually get into an argument. 

“You can’t just tell me you care about me and then push me away,” he told you, his voice rising. 

“You can’t be serious, Remus,” you replied harshly. “You’re the one who constantly needs me to bend over back to show that I care about you but then you push me away! I’m sick of carrying this relationship, Remus.”

“You know it’s hard for me to trust–“

“No, Remus, no. Don’t do that,” you said, shaking your head and burying your face in your hands. “No. It’s hard to trust someone you just met. It’s hard to trust someone who’s betrayed you. It’s hard to trust someone shady. It’s not hard to trust someone who constantly tells you they care about you. It’s not hard to trust someone you’ve known your whole life. It’s not hard to trust someone who cares about you and loves you to death.” 

“You don’t understand the situation I’m in!” he exclaimed. There was something on his tone. It wasn’t quite anger – it was nearing anger – but more of frustration. 

“You’re right!” you snapped at him, pointing your finger angrily at him. “You’re right, I don’t understand. Because you don’t let me in! You don’t even try. It’s like I mean nothing to you. It’s like everything I do to try and make it easier for you means jackshit.”

“You know that’s not true–“

“Remus, I’m sick and fucking tired of you telling me what I know and don’t know, what I understand and what I don’t understand,” you interrupted, shaking your head and looking away. 

“You have to try and be more understanding here,” he told you firmly, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I am trying,” you replied stiffly, turning around. “I’ve been trying. For seven years, I’ve been trying. What have you done? You’ve shut me out.” You sighed. “Remus, I love you. I really do. But it’s hard. We’ve had this issue before.” You swallowed. It felt like you were swallowing spoonfuls of sand. “Remus, honey, I think we should end it. End this.”

Everything seemed to go still. Nothing moved. The air was thick and still in the room. 

“What?” he asked. He genuinely sounded confused and it truly broke your heart. 

The next time you spoke, a few seconds later, your voice was hoarse and quiet. You tried not to show emotion and let your point stand strong but it was hard. You looked at him with sad eyes but all he say was coldness and distance. The same coldness and distance he feared for years. “I think I should leave. You can keep your secrets. I love you. I always will.”

“What?” repeated Remus, this time his voice a little more sturdy. “What? You can’t leave. We can make it work. We can handle this.”

“I don’t think you understand, Remus,” you told him, biting this inside of you lip until you tasted the faintest amount of blood. “I’ve been single-handedly trying to make this work with you. I don’t want to leave you like this but you knew we were like this. You knew we were fragile. You knew what we had was delicate. I’m sorry.”

“No,” he murmured. “No, I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I know,” you replied before turning away to go pack your things and Remus left to go have some space.

The memories of your past relationship floated around you like a purposeless ghost. One that had no one to haunt besides the innocent. You missed Remus. Many times throughout your life, you contemplated many times going back to him. You knew the two of you could never make it work seriously. Not again. But you felt that if both of you really put in enough effort, the two of you could be something special. This frequenting daydream of yours was crushed after years and years of hoping when you received a letter from god-knows-who informing you that Remus had been killed in war at Hogwarts. Now, you really felt ghosted by your past. Haunted by everything.

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– DROP EVERYTHING NOW ! speak now (taylor’s version) celebration

note ! i’m so excited for speak now (taylor’s version)! speak now has been one of my favorite albums ever since i became a swiftie and i can’t believe it’s finally getting it’s spotlight. in honor of speak now (mom’s version), i decided to do a celebration. please read the rules before sending in asks. congratulations @taylorswift, i’m so proud of you, mom!

rules ! do not send in anything 18+! i’m a minor and if you do send in anything 18+, i will report/block you. respect my right to refuse any asks. ! i’m on my way to become more active but i’m still getting there! i may not get to all my asks quickly or in an ideal amount of time but i will try my best. please be patient. ! please be positive! !

fandoms ! swifties ! marvel ! marauders ! stranger things ! cobra kai ! the secret history ! the summer i turned pretty ! little women ! the two faces of january ! (i’m in lots so if you’re curious, ask me before sending in an ask)

celebration + mutuals ! under the cut.

nav. ! this celebration lasts from 7.6.23 to 7.13.23

mine (taylor’s version) ! for track one on speak now (taylor’s version), to honor the album finally being hers, let’s talk about it! tell me your theories for new releases and music collaborations and/or things you would like to see such as albums and collaborations. sparks fly (taylor’s version) ! MOOTS ONLY ! send me this and i’ll make a playlist for you. back to december (taylor’s version) ! i adore this song. you know what else i adore? headcanons! send me some headcanons and i’ll add to them. speak now (taylor’s version) ! this is possibly my favorite song on this album. tell me your favorite song on this album + your character of choice and i’ll write a blurb for you. dear john (taylor’s version) ! this song makes me feel a lot of emotions that i’ll refrain from sharing. instead, you share an unpopular opinion with me and i’ll share one with you. it can be about anything; food, places, pop culture, anything! mean (taylor’s version) ! i love this song so much and it holds so much nostalgia for me. send me a fandom or a character and i’ll make a moodboard for them. the story of us (taylor’s version) ! send me a bit about you + a character and i’ll write a fic for you. never grow up (taylor’s version) ! this song makes me cry. send me a sad song (or any song of choice!) and i’ll make a moodboard for it. enchanted (taylor’s version) ! MOOTS ONLY ! i’m enchanted to be mutuals with all of you! send me this and i’ll write (type) you a love letter. better than revenge (taylor’s version) ! now, go stand in the corner and think about what you did! send me a prompt (nothing smutty. fluff or angst) + a song + a character and i’ll write a fic for it. innocent (taylor’s version) ! send me a song and i’ll make an aesthetic photo edit of it. haunted (taylor’s version) ! send me a taylor swift music video + a song and i’ll make a video edit of it. last kiss (taylor’s version) ! send me a bit about you + a fandom + gender pref and i’ll ship you with a character. long live (taylor’s version) ! MOOTS ONLY ! send me this and i’ll make a moodboard that i think matches your aesthetic. BONUS: from the vault + deluxe ! cym with any tumblr game; cym, fmk, etc. etc.!

mutuals <3 (my version) ! @whenjasfallsinlove @speaknow-pdf @punkix @until-i-found-you @faerie-of-fallen-dreams @stripesysheaven @loverliner @yougavemeroses13 @omg-yeonjun-so-handsome @indecisive-behaviors @steveharringtonscarkeys @munsonsreputation @maddipoof @siriusownsmyheart @exilelines @meredarling @steveslittlesunflower @fujiihime @puppy-coded @ell0ra-br3kk3r @spring-picnics @lazydreamer19

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– writing

headcanons: MIGUEL OHARA ! “miguel o’hara + french speaking ! female !reader”

blurbs: REMUS LUPIN ! “haunted” JAMES POTTER ! “mine” BUCKY BARNES ! “yours, mine, ours.”

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MIGUEL O’HARA + FRENCH SPEAKING ! FEMALE ! READER ( head canons )

first time you speak to him in french he probably thinks you’re speaking spanish so he just starts going in spanish

then you’re like “non, je parle français” and he pauses and then he’s like “wait, you’re speaking french?”

and then you say yes and he’s instantly enthralled

“you know, i’ve never met someone who’s spoken french. this is really cool. are you fluent?”

“yes, i am. it’s not my first language but i took it as a course in school and then i just continued learning when the course ended.”

and he’s just so incredibly enamored you right then and there; as if he already wasn’t.

“what about you? was spanish a language you grew up with or did you learn it for fun? i’ve always wanted to speak spanish. it sounds so cool especially when it’s spoken really fast, you know? it just sounds so sophisticated in a way.”

and as if you and your language speaking abilities weren’t enough to completely throw him out of orbit, now you were showing complete, unrequited interest in him.

“well it was a language i grew up with so i’m not really as cool as you with the whole “yeah, i just learned this in school and then for fun” thing but... yeah.”

then i feel like he’d feel bad about that bit and think that you might perceive it as him making fun of you (which you didn’t)

“now, i sound like an ass. sorry. i just think it’s cool.”

“no, you didn’t. i think it’s sweet, really. it’s nice to have someone so... interested in you, you know?”

he’d know exactly what you meant.

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– 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧; “𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ��𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.”

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