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WIP Challenge

Tagged by: @summertime-children

Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments.  (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.)  I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~

Hero and Seek

“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right?  Don’t worry, it’s really simple.  One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.” “Eh?  A ‘demon’?  But that’s scary!” Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear.  Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within.  She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf. “How about this then?  Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others.  It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”

I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time.  (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~)  For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday... Princes and Frogs

“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!” Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes.  The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars.  With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.

This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for.  ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*

Fall to Pieces

As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building.  His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table.  Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair.  That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face. How could she possibly stand it? He can’t stand it. (any more)

An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi.  The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another...  Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself.  (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)

Little White Lies

“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love.  But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.” -George MacDonald, The Light Princess - Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air. Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.

...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this.  This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates.  I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be.  In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre. Sora in Wonderland

But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters.  For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it.  As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes.  Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright.  The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat.  The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.

OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao.  I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot* Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point). Stranger

The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger.  “In all this time, why didn’t you come back?  You could have seen for yourself how she was.” Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child.  But he wasn’t a child.  Children were forgiven for their mistakes.  And he didn’t want to be forgiven. The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder.  “It’s the way this town works.  We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world.  Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.” Lance didn’t say anything. “At least talk to Delia.  She’s been wanting to see you.” “Sorry.  It’s too late.” “You’re a bastard.” “I know.”

So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze.  Over 10 years, huh.  But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering.  It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend).  *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories.  (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;()  What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all).  I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.

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Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training.  I mean that in an intuitive sort of way.  Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else.  Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about.  Perhaps not.  Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.

...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this.  As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards.  It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow... RainbowMolly

Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly.  She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her. A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes.  She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze.  She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance. So this was Pallet Town.

...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know.  This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL).  In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher.  So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again.  However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence.  As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*).  So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference.  (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)

Betrayal

And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now.  They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below.  The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought.  I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real.  The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this.  I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.

So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage.  I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic.  I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”... Roses

“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.” In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.

Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia.  The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend.  I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:

Love is like a rose they say, And affection leads to grief they warned. For in the end love betrays, Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn. You gave me pure water with a smile. Your cheerful face became my sun. I offered up my blood to you, And in return demanded none. Chop off my wrists, and tie them together. I’ll gladly bleed myself to death. In order to give you that which I hold most dear. My dear, my dear, Won’t you accept this bouquet? You take it, smiling warily. A blush creeps onto your face. And in those eyes I can see A garden of roses stretched out, Composing a wondrous place. Then you bound my hands in lace, And brought them to the girl next door. You presented them to her with grace. … My blood continued to pour.

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She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right.  I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun.  The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.

More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved.  This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted.  However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;( It was a warm

Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag.  One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead.  Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It.  Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch?  It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her.  Twice she nearly caught one.  Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands.  The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone. 

Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol.  I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting).  I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug* Golden Lights

The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination.  Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East.  She knew about the Light that came from Outside.  There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through.  She had always done well to avoid them.  The brightness was like poison to her skin.  But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely.  He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream.  She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was.  Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.

Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”.  In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn.  But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway.  She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread.  I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference.  (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)

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Toss A Coin To Your Witcher (Part 5)

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Word Count: 1229 words

Summary: Geralt makes his heroic entrance and comes to your rescue. Just when happiness is within your grasp, things go sideways in a major way.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. I was having trouble writing it.

Warning: Violence and blood...

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Stergobor had started a dangerous game and Geralt was ready to finish it. He tied roach up outside the doors to Stregobor’s tower and Yennefer loitered outside while Geralt proceeded in. Screams almost immediately filled the air. 

Yennefer watched as angry villagers circled around; attracted by the sounds of dying men. They launched stones at her, only for them to fall to the dry Earth. She offered them nothing more than a smirk as she went about checking her nails in fake disinterest. In fact, she was widely interested in the mentality of small towns. It intrigued her to no end. 

Stregobor had men in every room and as Geralt passed by, they snuck out behind him. Each with the sole goal of being the man who killed the White Wolf.  One man was so close when he kicked a stone on the floor. Geralt didn’t even bother turning around when he stabbed the man and kept walking. He knew where he could find Stregobor. 

Memories of naked women gardening filled Geralt’s mind. He entered the atrium to find it a shadow of its former self. The trees and plants were dead and wilted. The women were nowhere to be seen and in the middle stood Stregobor with a sword. He looked older than he had. He was tired.

“Took you a while to find us here. I’ve waited for you all the same.” Stregobor hadn’t looked up; he just watched his hands.

“Why now do you torment me?” Geralt kept his distance as he watched the mage.

“You didn’t see what you had. That woman is your destiny and you were blinded by what you had lost.” Stregobor looked up at Geralt, not so much looking at him, but through him. 

“Where is she?” Geralt lowered his sword and stared at the mage, ready for whatever came next.

“Dungeon, they both are.” His words caught Geralt off guard. Who was the second person he needed?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

You and Jaskier could hear commotion faintly echoing off the walls and down the halls. You had been given a deck of cards and despite being kept in a cell, you were well taken care of. The commotion wasn’t out of the ordinary though. Stregobor often brought trouble cases to be dealt with.

“Well, that certainly didn’t sound good,” Jaskier muttered while looking at his hand. Your guard was scanning his cards while you just nodded.

“You’re not wrong. Well, Gentleman. Read’em and weep!”  you slammed your cards down victoriously. “Jaskier, I know you bet the lute, but I’ll let you use it.” you winked at the bard.

“That’s quite generous of you, (y/n).” Jaskier rolled his eyes and he laid his cards out. He wouldn’t have won the hand anyway, and he knew it. 

“I’m out. I bet it all. My wife is going to kill me!” The guard was a nice man, despite his employment. You felt bad taking his money, but he had bet it so it was yours. “I think I’ll be taking my leave now. Do either of you need anything before I head out?”

“No, I think we are good for the night. Take care.” You smiled as he left the room and shut the door. “You know, it’s odd, but I really like the guy. He’s good people.” Jaskier nodded as he gathered up the cards to stash them for next time.

There was a slam at the door followed by a groan in the voice you had heard only moments before. Blood flowed from beneath the door and you and Jaskier jumped to your feet. With backs pressed to the furthest most wall, you braced yourself for what was to come. You grabbed Jaskier’s arm, telling him that if he got the chance, run. 

The door flew open in a dramatic display of strength considering it opened freely from the outside. You and Jaskier were face to face with a sword you knew well and a white-haired Witcher you knew even better. Despite the sounds you heard from upstairs, he looked no worse for the wear.

Jaskier leapt in the air and tackled Geralt in a hug, careful to avoid the sword. He gave the Witcher an excited kiss on the cheek as he cheered the prospect of freedom on. You stared at Geralt, shocked that he had found you. He just stared back, almost as if he didn’t think it was actually you. Jaskier made it out into the hall and sighed.

“Shame about this one. I would have gotten a drink with him when we got free.” Jaskier checked to make sure he was in fact actually dead, even though the river of blood that now cut through your cell had been supplied by the formerly lively fellow.

You walked over to Geralt and pushed the sword out of the way; Geralt willingly let it drop to the floor as you wrapped him up in your arms.

“You found me,” you said into his neck as you refused to let him go.

“Us. He found us.” Jaskier corrected, barely within earshot as he made his way to the stairs.

You pulled back to look Geralt in the eye as you saw a figure over his shoulder. Before you could say anything you saw a glint of silver protrude from Geralt’s stomach. Geralt collapsed to the sounds of your screams. You picked up his sword and relieved his attacker of their head. Dropping the sword with a clang, you threw yourself onto the floor next to Geralt and held him close.

You could hear steps approaching quickly and you grappled with the handle of Geralt’s sword; ready to use it again if need be while not letting go of Geralt. Jaskier stopped in the door and was almost ran into by a mess of black. Yennefer.

Yennefer shoved Jaskier out of the way very unceremoniously as she knelt by your side and assessed Geralt’s wound. It was bad. Very bad. The blade had gone all the way through. There was blood everywhere and he was growing colder and colder as the seconds ticked by.

“I can help stop the bleeding and heal most of the wound, but it will take a lot.” Yennefer looked at you for the go-ahead. You looked at her through tear heavy eyes. It always came back to her.

“No, Yennefer, not you.” You and Yennefer looked at Geralt, who had managed to rasp out his order. 

“Geralt, you’ll die! Let her help you. Please. Don’t leave me again.” You pleaded with him to change his mind, but he just shook his head and passed out again. 

You looked at Yennefer. You were terrified and you didn’t know what to do. You were on the verge of panic when Stregobor came in.

“It was never meant to end like this. He was just supposed to see that he needs you and come to your rescue. I’m so very sorry.” Jaskier body slammed the mage out of the room and took off his jacket to lay over Geralt.

The three of you carefully lifted Geralt and carried him upstairs. Every time he groaned you winced and felt terrible. Stregobor was waiting for you when you got to the top of the steps and took your place supporting Geralt. There is a guest room upstairs, you can care for him there.

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Not In That Way | Epilogue

Pairing: Sam x Reader | AU

Summary: Your big sister was certainly cheating on her boyfriend, but there were two things that didn’t make this indifferent to you. One, he didn’t know. Two, you were in love with him.

Words: ~400

Warnings: Fluff and angst... maybe.

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A/N: Finally. I’m sorry it took so long. Lmao, I’m the worst. More writing yet to come! Also, why on EARTH did they delete line breaks? I’m mad.

Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy! xx

“Dear Sam,

I’m writing this to tell you I’m fine. School is doing great and Bailey and Sarah stay the same. More partying than studying, as usual, I’m afraid.

I haven’t talked to Amelia since I left home. Since I left you. And that was 8 months ago.

I hope she’s doing well. I still don’t have the courage to ask her myself.

I miss you. 

I’d be lying if I said I don’t. Hell, lying if I didn’t say anything. But that’s life. It’s a constant give and take until you can’t keep giving. And I gave my everything to you. 

Now, I don’t want you to feel sorry. I still care for you enough to tell you it’s okay. What happened was a series of unfortunate events that my heart couldn’t take, though it thought it was correct to feel like that. To feel that, actually.

These past few months I’ve learned that love isn’t something you get. It’s something you earn with work, tears, and sweat. And I believed that if I wished hard enough, I would get you to love me like I loved you. 

Turns out, it was more complicated than that.

You did love me. Maybe you still do. But not in the way I want to. Not in the way I needed you to. 

You can take this as a goodbye or as a “see you when life finds us together again”. But, still, no matter what, you should know that I’m okay here and that you’ll always have a special place in my heart. No matter what.

Forever yours,

Y/N.”

You sign off and put the letter in the envelope, closing it. You grab it tightly in one hand, as you take Jordan’s with the other. 

“Something important?” He asks, pointing to the envelope.

“Just an old friend,” you reply, kissing him softly on the lips. 

You grab your coats and adventure into the wild New York City streets.

Hand in hand, you walk to the post office. Sam Winchester’s name can be read on the front of the envelope. You sigh out loud as you let it fall into the mail.

“You okay?” Jordan asks, squeezing your hand slightly. You smile. 

“Better than ever.”

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Right Person, Wrong Number: Epilogue

Fandom: Marvel (Wrong Number AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a break up with the love of your life, you move to New York City to pursue your dream of photography. There, you end up getting a text from an unknown number.

A/N: Aaaand that’s it! That’s the end of Right Person, Wrong Number. Thanks for sticking with it!

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Bucky: good morning, beautiful

You click onto the text to see that Bucky had attached a selfie of him dressed for work, but his hair looking fairly messy.

You giggled and typed out a response:

You: good morning, handsome. something seems a bit off with your hair. :’D

Bucky: it’s not agreeing with me today. I think it’s mad that you weren’t there to fix it up and make it look all pretty.

You: literally all I do is drench your hair with gel and comb it back!

Bucky: I can’t seem to get it right :(

You: Well lucky for you, I’m right outside your door.

You pocket your phone and chuckle to yourself when you heard Bucky’s footsteps rush to the door and swing it open. You burst out laughing when you saw his messy hair, “Oh my God!”

He gave you a pouty face, “Doll, pleeeaaase help! I have a meeting today and I have an important meeting with Stark today and I can’t go looking like this!”

You entered his apartment, pecking his lips, “Don’t worry, Buck. I’m here to save the day! Oh, I also got you coffee.” you handed him the warm cup.

He groaned in delight, “Have I ever told you how much I adore you?”

“All the time, but not today.” you said with a teasing smirk.

He chuckled, “Well I absolutely adore you, Y/N L/N.”

“Back at ya, Barnes,” you gave him a wink and walked towards his bedroom, “Now let’s get that hair of yours to cooperate.”

You and Bucky now sat in his car cuddled up to each other as his driver drove through the morning traffic. Bucky pulled out his phone and looked at the date, smiling to himself, “Hey, do you know what day it is?”

“Tuesday?” 

He poked your side making you squeal and he laughed, “No, doll. Exactly a year ago, you texted me thinking I was Brock Rumlow.”

You looked at him with surprise, “No way! Is it really?”

“Yeah.” he opened his phone and scrolled for quite a while until he fell upon the very first text you sent him, “See?” he pointed at the date.

“Holy crap. It’s really been a year? That’s crazy.”

Bucky pocketed his phone and pulled you closer into his embrace, “Did you ever expect this happen after sending those texts?”

You snorted, “No! I don’t think anyone does!” you rested your head on his shoulder, “But I’m glad this is what came of it.”

He kissed your head, “Same here. I love you, doll.”

You smiled to yourself, “I love you too, Buck.”

RPWN Taglist:   @wishrains @learisa @lowkeysebby @moniquikiki@goodnightwife@yknott81 @sideeffectsofyou @benditlikegumby@ireallyneedcoolusername@sendingmyrevenge @sebsunshinestan@eyesofgoldenambers @joebob24@theglowstickofdestiny @ambivalence-is-me@doctoranon@ediblemurderer@laheyakins @cucumberinmyass @funerals-with-cake@pop-princess08@bxchanansbarnes @whitewolfbabylon @merlinlover@tranquility-or-chaos@thebunkerofatlas @wisestydia-15 @hellostarposts @x-marvel-superheroes-x@marveltrash99

[flirting-with-psychology]

Truth of Dare (and I’m gonna do them all cause I’m bored)

1: (truth) Who was your first major celebrity crush? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle and post the first five songs.

Truth: I guess Peter Pan even though technically he was a character and not a celebrity

Dare: 1. The Stranger - Billy Joel. 2. You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift. 3. You’ll Be Back - Hamilton. 4. The Trolls - Frozen. 5. Second Chance - Shinedown

2: (truth) What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you in the past week? (dare) Refresh your dashboard and send an anonymous compliment to the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash.

Truth: I got tongue tied in front of a cute guy. He either found it adorable or pathetic

Dare: Done

3: (truth) What are your three favorite things about your appearance? (dare) List all nine of your tumblr crushes, and describe each blog/blogger in one word.

Truth: My eyes, my hands, my boobs

Dare: Mint-rumneigh: funny. nope4hope: roommate? potatouprising: nerdy. thegirldownthelaine: cool. wonderwomanlovesyou: fandoms. flynnomalleys: Choices. choicesobsession: Choices. mrsperegrintook: Roommate. an-indecisives-choice: Choices

4: (truth) What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you? (dare) Post the oldest selfie on your camera roll.

Truth: Raised me

Dare: Done

5: (truth) If your parents knew everything you’ve ever done, what would they think is the worst thing? (dare) Tag the three nonmutuals you admire most.

Truth: Probably slapping myself when I fuck up

Dare: @taylorswift @the-average-gatsby @juliajm15

6: (truth) What is the last thing you purchased? (dare) Tag three people you’ve thirst followed.

Truth: McDonalds

Dare: @asimplepotatofarmer @therulesdonotknowme @joshpeck

7: (truth) How many hours did you sleep last night? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to the last person who followed you.

Truth: Like 7 whole hours but I’m still tired from this week

Dare: Done

8: (truth) If you could go on a date with any of your mutuals, who would it be and what would you do? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to one of your four “Biggest Fans” on tumblr.

Truth: Therulesdonotknowme but unfortunately I’ve already burned that bridge, I think the only reason we’re still mutuals is because he never gets on tumblr. It would be cute for him to show me around his city

Dare: Done

9: (truth) How did you meet your best friend? (dare) Refresh your dashboard. Open the blog of the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash. Reblog their most recent selfie.

Truth: Our parents got us together when we were one

Dare: Couldn’t find one

10: (truth) What was your favorite band five years ago? (dare) Tag a blog that posts very different content from yours, but that you couldn’t imagine not following.

Truth: Glee

Dare: @benditlikegumby

11: (truth) Where did you get each article of clothing you’re wearing right now? (dare) Pick up the closest book to you. Turn to page 39 and copy down line 7.

Truth: Necklace: museum gift shop. Shirt: my friend’s grandma. Pants: goodwill. Glasses: glasses store. Bra: Kohl’s. Underwear: Kohl’s

Dare: It’s blank

12: (truth) What are your five favorite girls’ names and five favorite boys’ names? (dare) Copy and paste the 14th line of text from the last document you worked on in Word or Google Drive.

Truth: Rachel, Diana, Phoenix, Hannah, Star (why I picked it). Shane, Eric, Matt, Lucas, Connor

13: (truth) What’s your most irrational fear? (dare) Tag five mutuals who take amazing selfies.

Truth: Spiders

Dare: @mellifllxous @cultured-pearl @benditlikegumby @im-significant @homofied

14: (truth) If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (consisting of clothes you already own), what would it be? (dare) Tag someone you follow who has amazing fashion sense.

Truth: A dress that’s comfy but also cute

Dare: @thewonderofafairytale

15: (truth) If you could rock any unusual article of clothing/makeup technique/hairstyle, what would it be? (dare) Go to the blog of the last person you reblogged a text post from. Reblog your favorite of their selfies.

Truth: A bob. But I tried it and I can’t quite rock it

Dare: Couldn’t find one

16: (truth) What is your dream job? (dare) Post the four most recent pictures in your camera roll.

Truth: Something in the film industry

Dare: Pretty much done already, half of them were in another post

17: (truth) Where is the last place you went that took over two hours to get to? (dare) Post screenshots of your phone’s lock screen and home screen.

Truth: Probably somewhere close, fuck the bus

Dare: Done

18: (truth) How old were you when you had your first kiss? If you haven’t had it yet, how old do you want to be? (dare) Go to the last app/tab you opened. Post a screenshot.

Truth: I was 18

Dare: done

19: (truth) What is the first thing you remember having to keep secret? (dare) Tag five bloggers who you associate with being obsessed with something particular, and list what each of them is obsessed with.

Truth: Me and my friend climbing onto the cat structure

Dare: @literally all the choices blogs: Choices. @parfaitfaye: kpop. @cultured-pearl: boys and Taylor Swift (it’s ok me too). @person #1 who I’ve fallen out with: Once Upon a Time. @other person I’ve fallen out with: music. I know they’re not all really tags but I couldn’t think of many

20: (truth) What does your bedroom look like? (dare) Take one selfie and post it. You only get one shot! (No old selfies or retrying, even if you think you look bad)

Truth: Actually pretty cute, pink and turquoise accents, posters and stuff on the walls

Dare: Done

21: (truth) What three fictional characters would you most like to meet? (dare) Write your name down on a piece of paper and draw a quick picture of yourself. Take a photo of it and post it.

Truth: Kelsier from Mistborn, Harry Potter from Harry Potter, Raydan from Choices

Dare: No more pictures, my phone’s dying

22: (truth) What are three things you’re looking forward to? (dare) Tag the last three people you reblogged posts from, and estimate how many followers they have.

Truth: Film shoots later this summer, seeing the cute guy at the gym cafe, getting some damn sleep

Dare: @nayla-sa: 4000. @potatouprising: 1500. @thegirldownthelaine: 2000

23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.

Truth: I’m bored of this question, I must have answered it a thousand times

Dare: My phone is dying so no

24: (truth) If you could only own five material objects (not counting life necessities like food/water/a house/etc) what would they be? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Post what the first three songs are, and for each one, tag a blog that the song reminds you of.

Truth: Laptop, phone, stuffed dog, crush log, stuffed cat

Dare: Phone is dying so no (i’m on a school computer for the rest of this)

25: (truth) What is the last thing you lied about? (dare) Tag three people you want to know better and ask them each three questions about themselves.

Truth: The reason I was late to work was a half-truth

Dare: Nah fam that’s too much work

26: (truth) What’s the last movie you watched? (dare) Reblog the most recent of your own selfies posted on tumblr, and in the tags say two things you like about your appearance in it?

Truth: Coco

Dare: Done

27: (truth) What are three things you like about yourself unrelated to your appearance? (dare) Post a picture from your camera roll that you’ve been meaning to post on tumblr.

Truth: I’m creative, I’m smart, and I like boys

Dare: Phone is dead

28: (truth) How do you take your coffee? (dare) Post the last picture you posted on a social media platform other than tumblr.

Truth: I don’t

Dare: Phone is dead

29: (truth) What are your worst habits? (dare) Put your Top 25 Most Played songs on shuffle and list the first five.

Truth: Procrastinating, staying up late, eating junk food. Most of my bad habits involve lack of impulse control

Dare: I don’t even know how to do that

30: (truth) What is the last thing you did that you have to keep secret from someone? Who do you have to keep it secret from? (dare) Tag five blogs with great URLs.

Truth: Crushed on a married coworker. I have to keep that secret from pretty much everyone including him

Dare: @irunwithscissorstofeeldangerous @the-average-gatsby @huffylemon @joshpeck @this-is-my-temporary-url (I helped her pick it)

[reasonandlogicsaywhaaat]

This is freaking adorable.

@benditlikegumby

[starspatter]

10 Favorite Characters Tag

Tagged by @good7luck to list 10 favorite characters from different fandoms, so here we go:

1) Link from The Legend of Zelda 2) Yuki Nagato from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

3) Ayano Tateyama from Kagerou Project

4) Tim Drake/Timmy Todd from Batman the Animated Series 5) Takashi Natsume from Natsume Yuujinchou 6) Haruhi Fujioka from Ouran High School Host Club 7) Meroko Yui from Full Moon wo Sagashite 8) Hiyono Yuizaki from Spiral ~Suiri no Kizuna~ (manga version only) 9) Chiriko Tsurumi from AnoHana 10) Silver from Pokémon Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @chrololol, @cookiesandcream90, @danceprincessofshipgirls, @detalesz, @ghousuu, @immavampirekiwi, @iraldain, @otherwiseunbrokenblog

[ravennawritesfanfiction]

Toss A Coin To Your Witcher (Part 6)

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Word Count: 1333 words

Taglist: @sdavid09 @alwayshave-faith @tranquility-or-chaos @khearts14 @scarletmeii @benditlikegumby @secondratecomplaint @saradragon @alex12948​ @alienemilyyyy​

It hadn’t taken Geralt long to send Yennefer away. Against your better judgement, you had begged him to let her stay; you trusted her more than you trusted Stregobor after all. There had been a time when you trusted and even admired mages. Once you had even wanted to be a mage. Of course, that was a long time ago and you now find them all to be deeply conniving. That being said, Yennefer had her uses to you now. Even if it was just to keep you company and sane.

Geralt had been in and out of consciousness and Yennefer wasn’t there to help you. Jaskier was uncharacteristically silent about the matter and he looked as though Geralt was already dead. You sent him away when his melancholy started to bring you down as well. You were virtually alone, and you felt it weighing heavy on you. You kept food and water nearby so when he did wake, you wouldn’t have to leave his side.

Days. Days you sat by his side caring for him. His wounds healed more rapidly than you would have, but it was still very touch and go. If he had been anyone besides a Witcher, he would have died almost immediately. Thank the gods that wasn’t the case.

 He slept most of the time. He barely stirred; aside from when you changed bandages. His groans and whines of pain were so unlike him and it shattered your heart. He was the strong, tough, invincible Witcher, but this only served to remind you that he was flesh and blood. You wished it could be different, but you knew if he found out you let Stregobor near him, he’d flip his collective shit. He’d rather die.

You didn’t sleep much. You were ever vigilant. Sword at the ready to defend your Witcher. When you did sleep, it was arms folded on the bed beside him. You stayed close enough to hear and feel him breathing, terrified that if you weren’t right there, he’d be dead when you returned. Geralt didn’t often talk and stir in his sleep, but the more he healed, the more fitful his sleep got.

“Leave her alone,” he thrashed and elbowed you pretty hard, though the yelling had already woke you up. “Talk another step and it will be your last!” his hand clenched as though it was around a sword handle. He was fighting, defending; who, you did not know.

“Geralt, wake up you’ll pop a stitch!” You placed a hand on his shoulder as his hand wrapped easily around your wrist. He squeezed tightly, not out of security, but out of malice. Still asleep, he thought you were an attacker. The harder you pulled away, the tighter he gripped you; like a snake and its prey. “Help!” You tried digging your nails into his arm, but it hurt you more than it did him.

“Shit!” Jaskier ran in just as you felt the bones start to strain to the point of breaking. Tears streamed down your face and your heart was pounding in your ears. Jaskier grabbed Geralt’s hand and started prying his fingers loose one by one. You could see nasty purple bruises starting already. As soon as you were freed, you cradled your injured hand in the other and sat down in the chair. Jaskier stayed next to Geralt, trying to wake him without getting caught too. Neither of you wanted him to hurt himself or another again. “(Y/N), are you alright?” he looked over his shoulder as he restrained Geralt. 

“I think it might be broken.” you looked at the swelling appendage and then at Geralt. He wouldn’t forgive himself when he woke up. He would definitely be awake before you were healed. “Damnit, I gotta go have Stregobor look at it. Can you stay with him for a bit?”

“Yeah, yeah. You go get taken care of.” he shooed you out the door.

“And don’t tell him where I am if he wakes up. Tell him I took a walk to get some air and stretch a bit.” he nodded and you left in search of the old mage.

You went down the old stairs that you had carried Geralt up right after he was stabbed. Each step and bump and jostle sent you through the roof. You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming out. It was definitely broken. You followed the sound of sad lute music all the way to a dimly lit study. In a plush chair by the flames sat Stregobor. 

“What brings you to see me? Has Geralt of Rivia taken a turn for the worse?” he inquired flatly.

“No, but he was having a particularly bad dream and thought I was his attacker. I think he broke my wrist.” you winced and sucked in through your teeth as you proceeded towards the mage. “I don’t heal very fast, can you help me?” If it had been just you, or even you and Jaskier, you would let it heal naturally, but you were doing this for Geralt’s sake; he couldn’t know about this.

“Let’s have a look,” he held your wrist gently and examined it thoroughly. “Quite the grip on that one, even asleep!” you would have been more excited about it if you were in so much pain. “It’s broken, but I’m sure you figured that out already. I can heal it, but it will not be pleasant. Healing bones is a sensation that cannot be described, only felt. Pain might not be the right word. Pressure perhaps? Either way, sit down and bite this,” 

You did as you were instructed and sat in the seat he had been occupying. It was painful. That was the word for it. You felt the broken pieces grind back into place and an intense pressure as the solidified into one piece as they should be. Somehow, biting down had helped, but you were covered in a film of sweat from the pain. Stregobor handed you a damp rag to wipe yourself down with. 

“Suppose I shouldn’t mention this?” he looked at you as he put his herbs back.

“Probably for the best. For everyone.” you nodded your thanks and headed back to Geralt’s room. Each step, no longer agony, felt like a completely different trip. 

You arrived to find Geralt awake. Jaskier looked mortified.

“I have Witcher's hearing, remember.” he help his arm out, beckoning you forward.

“Yeah, and what does that have to do with anything?” You played dumb, wondering if he’d let it slid or if you could pull it off.

“Jaskier’s heart is pounding, I could hear your muffled whimpers and Stregobor saying something about not mentioning something.” That was fair. She had forgotten that he could hear, but she figured he’d still be asleep when she returned.

“I tripped, down the stairs. Jaskier was worried for me, but I asked him to come sit with you. Stregobor healed it, but I know you don’t trust him, he does too, so he didn’t want to bother you but bringing it up.” Only a minor lie, all things considered.

“You’re lying. I’m not sure about what, but you are lying. But… I’m going to let it slip because I think the worst is behind us. I am feeling great and I am ready to leave this place.” Geralt seemed perky considering… well he seemed perky for Geralt in general. 

“Now who’s the liar,” you mumbled; momentarily forgetting that he can hear you.

He wouldn’t take no for an answer so off you set, away from Stregobor’s tower. You had actually grown to like it there. You had made a friend. Geralt had killed said friend. And aside from being kept in the dungeon, it wasn’t bad accommodations. He had taken care of you during your stay and he healed you when asked. Could have been worse. All that being said, you were glad to have Geralt back and in one piece.

[myoneandonly-johnny]

100 ‘truths’ stolen from my 2011 self

i’m a butt so i’m going to tag some people to do their version:

@thenotoriusbiz @benditlikegumby @kusata-kun @crybabyfag

kept it under a read more so you wouldn’t have to scroll pas this unnecessarily long post, and i’m in a cynical mood rn for whatever reason so my answers are kinda asshole-y

1. Real name: Andrea (i’m not giving out last name so search engines can’t find this damn blog

2. Nickname: Dray, Drew, Dway 

4. Male or female: female

5. Elementary School: finished in 2008

6. High School: co2015 web design & development

7. College: co2020 graphic design & media

8. Hair color: dark brown? 

9. Tall or short: somewhere in the middle. is 5′4 short?

11. Sweats or Jeans: jeans.. i get ‘triggered’ by sweats

12. Phone or Camera: phone camera?

13. Health freak: again, somewhere in the middle. i’m not a junk food person like i used to be but i’m also not counting calories or eating kale.

14. Orange or Apple: orange

15. Do you have a crush on someone? yeah my idiot bf lmfao

16. Eat or Drink: i like trying new drinks (non-alcoholic)

17. Piercings: ears. i used to think dimple would be cool but i like my ‘vanilla’ look now tbh

18. Pepsi or Coke: never soda ever. 

HAVE YOU EVER?

19. Been in an airplane: yes, but not recently

20. Been in a relationship: 3 total, my current one will be my last

21. Been in a car accident: apparently a ‘fender bender’ is not a car accident, but it comes with all the emotional trauma of one. 

22. Been in a fist fight: no, i’m all bark and no bite. 

23. First piercing: ears when i was 4 years old

24. First best friend: probably in third grade, dunno

25. have u been bullyed: not severely, but in high school my closest friends made fun of me a lot (people like to say things to see my reactions) and it became too much for me to handle sometimes

26. First crush: kindergarten.. that went nowhere and i’m glad it went nowhere

27. First word: chocolate (how fitting since i work at a chocolate factory)

LAST...

29. Last person you talked to in person: some customers who walked in

30. Last person you texted: my dad

31. Last person you watched a movie with: my current friend group

32. Last food you ate: chocolate covered coffee beans

33. Last movie you watched: beauty and the beast

34. Last song you listen to:  make daddy proud - blackbear

35. Last thing you bought: gas for my car

36. Last person you hugged: snowball tbh

FAVE:

37. Food: yknow what, i don’t actually know. anything with rosemary / herbs that are not cilantro

38. Drinks: iced tea, sparkling water, normal water

39. Bottoms: i have one pair of black skinny jeans i wear basically every day

40. Flower: probably roses or cherry blossoms

41. Animal: chickens, cats, dogs, ducks?

42. Colors: red orange yellow green black, mostly orange

43. Movies: animated / historical fiction / secret agent movies

44. Subjects: us history, art

(Put an X in the brackets if yes)

45. [x] in love with someone.

46. [x] celebrated Halloween.

47. [x] had your heart broken...

48. [x] went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone. (in 2017 this means data)

49. [x] had someone question my sexual orientation.

51. [ ] got pregnant. 

52. [ ] had an abortion. (why the hell were these questions that 13 year olds were asking each other?)

53. [x] did something I regret.

54. [x] broke a promise.

55. [X] hid a secret.

56. [x] pretended to be happy.

57. [x] met someone who changed your life.

58. [x] pretended to be sick.

59. [x] left the country.

60. [x] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it. (kpop, and then it stopped.)

61. [x] cried over the silliest thing.

62. [x] ran a mile.

63. [ ] went to the beach with your best friend.

64. [x] got into an argument with your friends.

65. [x] hated someone. (generally the hate lasts for half an hour then it turns into severe dislike. no one stays in my mind long enough for me to care enough to hate them.)

66. [X] stayed single for 2 years.

CURRENTLY:

67. Eating: chocolate covered coffee beans + trail mix

68. Drinking: water

69. Listening: my spotify starred playlist

70. Sitting/Laying: sitting? why the hell would this even matter 

71. Plans for today: work, go home, maybe play don’t starve, draw, browse the internet

72. Waiting: for a text back (nothing has changed since 2011)

YOUR FUTURE:

73. Want kids? i don’t know. i can’t see my bf as a father and i can’t see myself as a mother

74. Want to get married? eventually. being in the same city as my bf for longer than a weekend would be a good start. 

75. Career: graphic designer for artisan companies of any sort

WHICH IS BETTER IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?: 

76. Lips or eyes: depends on the person, i love my bf’s eyes + lips equally

77. Shorter or taller: taller, please god please

78. Romantic or spontaneous: some balance of both

81. Hook-up or relationship: 2011 me didn’t know what a hookup was, bless her soul.. relationships only. don’t waste your time if you can’t see a future with the person. 

82. Looks or personality:  my shallow ass knows looks first, but if i fall for the personality i start thinking they’re cute

HAVE YOU EVER:

83. Lost glasses/contact: broken several pairs of glasses

84. Snuck out of a house: no

85. Held a gun/knife for self defense: no

86. Killed somebody: who the hell would admit this on the internet

87. Broken someone's heart: several

88. Been in love: yes

89. Cried when someone died: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

90. Yourself: sometimes i do, sometimes i don’t

91. Miracles: no. 

92. Love at first sight: that is lust. love takes time to cultivate. 

93. Heaven: not sure

94. Santa Clause: sort of? i don’t know

95. Sex on the first date: do not. 

96. Kiss on the first date: no.

TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now:  i’ve wanted to be with him since january, but i probably won’t be with him until may. 

98. Do you know who your real friends are: yes

99. Do you believe in God: i don’t know

100. Post as 100 truths 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Right Person, Wrong Number: Part 9

Fandom: Marvel (Wrong Number AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a break up with the love of your life, you move to New York City to pursue your dream of photography. There, you end up getting a text from an unknown number.

A/N: one more chapter after this!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You stared wide eyed at James Barnes, co-CEO of SHIELD Corp. was Bucky. Your Bucky. 

“Uuuuuuhhhhh..I’m gonna..heh..BYE!” you handed the closest person to you your camera and you rushed off the shoot floor and to the bathroom.

“Y/N! Wait!” You heard Bucky call out to you. But you ignored him as you pushed the bathroom door open with your body and launched yourself into an empty stall. 

Bucky came in moments later, “Y/N, come out. Please?”

Your brain was going haywire. How could he be here right now?! Did he know you were you the entire time?! “Who the fuck are you?!” you exclamation echoed off the bathroom walls.

“I’m Bucky! Your Bucky!”

“Your name is James Barnes!”

“My middle name is Buchanan. Bucky for short!”

You leaned against the cool grey wall of the stall, “How long have you known it was me?”

“Not long. I swear. When you told me your name when we got here, I thought it was a coincidence. But then I called you on your phone and...I knew.”

You groaned from the other side of the stall’s door, “This is insane! How could we be here right now? It wasn’t supposed to go like this!”

“How’d you think it was supposed to go?” Bucky asked curiously.

“I don’t know. We met up at some restaurant. I’d be there half an hour early because of my nerves. I’d be sitting at a table with my back to you. I’d feel a tap on my shoulder and you muttering my name.”

The door creaked as Bucky leaned his shoulder against it, “Sounds romantic,” he mumbles.

You lean against the door as well, letting out a sigh, “Yeah. But now it’s all wrong.”

“Then why don’t we make it right? Come out here so I can look at you, really look at you.”

You were nervous just like when he asked if you two could meet, “I-I don’t know, Bucky.” you stepped back, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Bucky then rested his forehead against the door, “I just wanna face the girl that made me fall for her with just her words,” he mumbled.

The confession making your heart race even more, “You fell for me?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, “Hard.”

“You must understand why I’m apprehensive, Bucky. I’m not very confident about myself.”

You heard him sigh, “I assure you, sweetheart, that when I saw you, I thought no ill thoughts. But just know this: I’m willing to wait out here forever.” he said the last statement with amusement. Your giggle echoed and reached his ears, causing him to smile.

“O-Okay. Just-Just gimme a moment here.”

He nodded, “Alright.” he stepped back and leaned against the sink counter, eyes fixed on the stall door, waiting for it to open. 

Behind it, you gave deep breaths and a mental pep talk. It’s gonna be alright. He’s already seen you. He likes you. He likes you. He likes you. He-

“Y/N?” Bucky asked with a concern tone, “I realize that I’m pushing you to do something you’re not comfortable with and I’m sorry. I’ll just lea-”

“No!” you paused and gave a deep breath as you unlocked the door and pulled it open. There in front of you stood the man you’ve been texting for a while now. There was Bucky, “Hi,” you said nervously.

He smiled wide at you, “Hi.” he walked forward and was just a foot away from you, “Is it okay if I hug you?” he asked worriedly. You gave him an nod and he immediately pulled you into his arms, “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You smiled into his chest as you hugged him back, “Yeah. Same here.” your worries were far gone now. You were so thankful that Bucky, literally, welcomed you with open arms. 

When you walked out of the bathroom, Bucky right behind you, you were a lot more relaxed and back to how you were before you met Bucky. You looked ahead to see Wanda and Sam waiting for you two. 

You gave them both a sheepish smile, “Hey guys.”

Sam nodded, “So you’re the girl he’s been texting?”

“And you’re guy she’s been texting?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah. Crazy right? We didn’t expect to meet each other like this.” you said nervously but also happily.

Sam threw his arms into the air, “Well thank the Lord for this! You don’t even know how tired I am of hearing ‘I wish I could meet Y/N’, ‘I wonder what Y/N’s doing’, “I bet she’s lookin’ real cute right now’. Blah blah blah! It’s sickening!”

You laughed and Bucky rolled his eyes, “I don’t sound like that.”

Sam scoffed and went over to pat his friend on the shoulder, “Yeah, you do man. Anyway, we’re all done and ready to go. Oh, Y/N, I spoke to your boss and asked if we, and by we I mean Bucky, can take you out for some lunch. So get your stuff and let’s get outta here!”

You gave a look of surprise, “Oh, uh, okay? Wan-”

“I gotcha covered, Y/N. Go be with your man!”

You waved her off, “He’s not my man.”

“Not yet,” Sam said playfully as he waltzed off to the elevators. 

Bucky stood closer to you and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Sorry ‘bout him. He’s such a pain sometimes. But, uh, I gotta change back into my clothes and, well, maybe if you really want, we could-”

“I’d love to have lunch with you, Bucky.” you said confidently.

“Alright. Cool. Great. I’ll-I’ll just get dressed and we’ll go!” He smiled at you before walking back to the dressing area. 

Once you were sure he couldn’t hear you, you and Wanda were jumping and squealing out of pure joy.

Part 10 

TAGLIST IS CLOSED.

RPWN Taglist:  @wishrains @learisa @lowkeysebby @moniquikiki @goodnightwife @yknott81 @sideeffectsofyou @benditlikegumby @ireallyneedcoolusername @sendingmyrevenge @sebsunshinestan @eyesofgoldenambers @joebob24 @theglowstickofdestiny @ambivalence-is-me @doctoranon@ediblemurderer @laheyakins @cucumberinmyass @funerals-with-cake@pop-princess08 @bxchanansbarnes @whitewolfbabylon @merlinlover @tranquility-or-chaos @thebunkerofatlas @wisestydia-15 @hellostarposts @x-marvel-superheroes-x @marveltrash99

[imagining-supernatural]

Updates

Alright everyone! I closed my tag-list doc, and here is everyone that I had on it! You can still be added to any tag list you want; just send me an ask or a message and I’ll get you added right on! (this will be the last post I make where I tag you without there being a fic attached)

Also, I had my first true day off yesterday for the first time in three months and it was just so magical. I actually managed to write 4 oneshots! In one day! @kclaire1 can vouch for me. I sent her three of those fics to translate. She’s just the best :) So I’ll actually be able to post stuff this week! Last week was just so crazy...

Anyway, I’m off to do homework now... (let’s be honest here, I’m off to find stuff to procrastinate doing homework now. Like showering. Making breakfast. Doing the puzzle that’s been sitting in my living room for three months. Making a smoothie. Changing the oil in my car [shit I think I’m actually overdue to do that. My dad and Dean are gonna be so mad]) 

Have a wonderful Sunday, everyone!!

Forever Tag: @importantliverrighthere @fairytalesexistxx @jensensjaredsandmishaslover @ciarasnapple @spazzstiel @starswirlblitz @jensen-jarpad @everyday-supernatural-af @riversong-sam @beacon-hills-chance-harbor @itseverythingilike @missthang2734 @fly-f0rever @mellowlandrunaway @hugwinchester @ivvitm1109 @i-live-for-laughter-and-love @iamnotsaneatall @autopistaaningunaparte @jared-padaloveme @angelicshinigami @lilyleely @youtubehelpsmesurvive @nanie5 @daughterleftbehind @babydanixox @sayukoi @padackles2010 @agent-superwholockian @sumara62 @sgarrett49 @li-ssu @laura160604 @caityc18 @trexrambling

Spanish Tag: @starswirlblitz

Season 12 Tag: @erule @jarpadobrien

Crowley Darlings: @fandomfreak202 @raspberrymama

Deanie-Beanies: @andhiseyesweregreen @zanthiasplace

Avenging Angel Requested Tags: @ally-miller16 @abigrumple @iamreadinginsecret @supernaturally-writing @supernaturalfanficc @escapethethunder @tas898 @niyah-k @colorfulobjectenemy @oh-harvelle @benditlikegumby @carry-on-my-akward-son @demongodess @chrissalys @polar-bear-pjs @pishposha @-episkey- @spn-imagines-fics @raspberrymama @karibou90 @magickal-angel

[hasenfu]

i get to the list later.

@benditlikegumby you do realise that you just said because it's considered okay for adults to work 8 hours, it's okay for children to work 8 hours?

so. here you get 30 minutes breaks when you work more than six hours. five hours of break and you get bathroom breaks. and smoking breaks if your boss is okay with it and you work longer for the minutes lost. more than nine hours of work and you get 45 minutes of break.

that sucks. my last workplace (retail, it might be common idk) had one hour breaks to plan work shifts easier. i don't wanna miss that.

adults, while forcing all children above the age of 5 to sit still, be silent, and obey orders for 7-8 hours a day with minimal breaks, reducing their exposure to fresh air and sunlight to almost nothing, forcing them to alter their natural sleeping patterns to increase productivity, and repeatedly telling them their self worth depends on their being able to follow these instructions perfectly for 13 or more years: kids these days are so lazy! they never go outside! they never want to do anything! clearly it’s not because of us!

[flirting-with-psychology]

Finally got around to that 6-selfie thing that @benditlikegumby tagged me in!

I’m tagging @cultured-pearl @goggles-girl @mellifllxous @chiefguideandcentre @julvett @freudianslipstrider and anyone else who wants to do one!

[autumnhobbit]

I was tagged by @markhamillz

Rules: You can tell a lot about a person based on the music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.

1. Healing Katniss by James Newton Howard. 2. Marble and Moss by Sara Hart. 3. Destroya by My Chemical Romance. 4. Song of the Lonely Mountain (Extended Edition) by Neil Finn. 5. Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance. 6. Feast Of Starlight by Howard Shore. (I swear I hate whatever Apple’s using for shuffle, I hear like twenty songs and I have over 700.) 7. The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance. (See what I mean???) 8. May It Be by Enya. (Apparently my ipod has decided I need to be in an emo/soundtrack mood. Fitting, actually, but it miffs me.) 9. With or Without You by Imagine Dragons. 10. The Weekend Whip by The Fold. (Finally some quality content.)

I tag @brooklynnbros @benditlikegumby @moochiethinks @quaintandcuriouspuppet @thegizka @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever @connanro-chan @dickgrysvn @queenkittygalore @noiamnotawe

[thetatteredmind]

@benditlikegumby

Guy dresses up as his dog’s favorite toy (via Jeff Spiegel/Twitter)