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I’m back this time I’m going through the ringer with love. This shit sucks. I’m supposed to be fwb and I can’t hang I’m in love with the dude and he’s talking to other girls and it hurts a lot the shit he tells them it makes me feel like shit. I want him and no one else I tried talking to other guys and it doesn’t feel right and I feel like I’m unlovable like nobody is ever going to see me and think love and it sucks im in so much pain and I can’t say anything because we’re just friends and I can’t I’m hurt and I’m tired and I just want to be with him and I can’t.

Sincerely,

The one who always gets hurt

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IMAGINE Loki accidentally told you he loves you in a middle of the conversation and then tried to act like nothing happened.

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Steve: Hail HYDRA

The theatre:

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I’m back and I know only post here about all the really depressing shit but this is the only place I can vent and no one knows who I am and I feel like no one is sick of me even though some of you probably are. But, anyways today was another shitty night I’m a person stuck in this endless loop of trying to care and getting talked shit to and I can’t take it anymore I went to the bathroom today and all I heard was my parents talking about all the ways I’m gonna kill myself and I was about to say “fuck it, let’s do this right now they don’t care anyways” and I had everything ready I was in the bath tub and then I heard my baby brother and I couldn’t do it the point is I looked at my mother straight in the eye and I was about to tell her I’ll let it be over I’ll get you out of this I’ll just take me out of this place so you’ll feel better and then they wonder why I don’t want date why I don’t want a boyfriend why I don’t go out because why make people suffer and deal with my stupid, selfish, paranoid, depressed, ugly, worthless, pierce of crap that they call me when I can stay home cleaning hiding myself away from the world so that they don’t have to deal with me. I hate myself and they don’t get it and I should stop complaining because I have everything.

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Infinity War characters as The Office quotes pt. 2

Thor:

Gamora:

Ned:

Bucky:

T'Challa:

Steve:

Bruce:

Groot:

Drax:

Strange:

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Infinity War characters as The Office quotes

Peter Parker:

Thanos:

Thanos pt 2:

Nat:

Tony:

Sam:

Mantis:

Starlord:

(I know there’s more and I’m gonna do more gimme a break)

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Sorry For Writing All The Songs About You (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Tony accidentally found out about the little secret you’ve been hiding under your bed.

A/N: Inspired by the song “Sorry For Writing All The Songs About You” by Clara Mae.

Warnings: angst, cussing, and just a very sad story oops

“Y/N?” Tony calls as he enters your room. The door’s locked but since he basically made the avengers tower, he can easily come inside any room he wants and when he wants to. You hate it when he’s being a snoopy asshole.

“Hmm, look’s like our little princess slept late last night.” He says as he looks over your bed and sees you sleeping peacefully, with saliva dripping on the side of your lips. He chuckled and took out his phone to take a picture. “Oh, you’re for sure gonna hate me for this, but that’s what you get for waking up late.” He puts his phone back in his pocket and looks around your room.

“JARVIS?” He called and the speaker of your room spoke.

“Yes sir?”

“Wake Y/N up in an hour and let her know there’s gonna be a party tonight for celebrating the success of our last mission.”

“I will, sir.”

He started walking over to your bed when he accidentally kicked something underneath. “Ow! What the hell?” And him being the snoopy asshole that he is, he kneels to see what it was and pulled a little wooden box from under your bed. He slowly opens it while chanting, “Please don’t be drugs, please don’t be drugs, please don’t be drugs.” And when he successfully opens it, it didn’t reveal drugs but a bunch of papers with words in it. “Yay?”

He reads a few of the papers and a grin slowly formed his mouth. “Oh, Y/N. You sneaky, talented, little brat.”

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It’s 6 pm and you’re getting ready for another one of Stark’s parties. JARVIS informed you after he woke you up by blasting one of One Direction’s songs so loud on the speaker, you basically fell of your bed because it was vibrating.

You put on the last part of your tonight’s makeup, which is a red lipstick, matching to your glittery red dress. You brushed your hair to the side one last time and turned to Wanda who’s sitting on your bed, busy playing a game on her phone. “What do you think?”

She looks up and smiled. “Wow, red really is your color.” You chuckled and walked over to her. “Well, I control fire, so obviously.”

You have been an avenger for about a year now. You started as one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s best agents until everyone discovered that you’re not a normal human being and Fury appointed you to join the Avengers team. You didn’t like it at first, but the longer you stayed, you loved saving people even more and you became attached to the other members. Especially to one particular member, Bucky Barnes.

You met him on your first day being an avenger, and it wasn’t because you were introduced to him. You were running late and you accidentally spilled coffee on his white shirt. Since then, you had a huge crush on him. After a while, you two started secretly dating.

Everything was going great for a few months until you had a big fight, and the next day he went with Nat for a two-week mission. When they came back, they were dating.

You didn’t react, of course, because nobody knew you two were a thing, so you just kept it inside. You didn’t know how to express your feelings without anybody knowing so you started writing songs and kept it in a box underneath your bed.

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The party’s over and the guests have gone home but Tony asked the team to stay for a bit more. They talked about the mission, the past, and laugh about the stories and jokes everyone would tell. You feel a little weight lifted out of your heart as you spend time with the avengers, your friends, your family. You love this. You wanted to stay like this forever.

Until Tony said those words.

“Guys, you know, Y/N has a talent she hasn’t showed us yet.”

You looked up and turned to Tony who’s smiling from ear to ear. You gave him a confused look and he just winked at you.

What talent?

“Really? Well, show us!” Sam said and the rest agreed with him.

“Um, besides creating fire out of nowhere, I don’t have anything else. Sorry to disappoint you.” You shrugged.

“Liar.” Tony stood up and took out a a long brown envelope underneath the couch. He opened it and pulled pieces of papers you are very much familiar with. Your eyes widened and you immediately got out of your seat and snatched the papers from Tony’s hands. “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“You were sleeping late so I went to your room, and found those.” He chuckled and went back to his seat.

“I am going to kill you, Anthony Stark.” You said in rage and you were about to get out of your seat again to punch the motherfucker but Clint pulled you back. “Woah, woah, woah. Before anyone gets murdered here, can someone tell us what happened?”

“He snooped, again, into my things!”

“She writes songs.”

“Wait, what?” Said everyone else.

You can feel yourself getting heated and you might burn this place to the ground if you don’t control your powers so you went to the bar to get yourself a drink. You’re so angry but also embarrassed because the words on those papers were your feelings and someone just read them.

“You write very depressing songs, Lady Y/N.” Thor said as he scanned the papers with Clint and Rhodey around him. You were about to go after them but Sam stopped you. “Nah-uh, killing team members is prohibited.”

You rolled your eyes and slumped back in your seat. God, how you wish you have the power to make the ground swallow you right now.

“You really do write songs, Y/N?” Natasha asked.

“Oh, y-yeah but not really. They’re just… n-nonsense.” You stuttered.

“Nonsense? These are amazing, doll.” Steve said as he looked over the lyrics you wrote.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you’re a superhero AND a songwriter.” Bruce chuckled and messed your hair.

“I got an idea.” Tony stood up.

“Sit your ass back down, Stark. Your ideas are always fucking bullshit.”

He continued as if he didn’t hear you.” What about, we let Y/N sing one of her songs to us right now?” He walked over to the piano and opened it.

“No no no no. That’s where you draw the line.” You growled as your cheeks get red and you feel flames started making their way to your fingers.

“Oh, come on! I haven’t heard you sing once, even in the shower.” Wanda teased and you just shot her a deadly stare.

The team started cheering you on and you just felt so shy. You want to run back to your room but they’re for sure not going to let you, since you already see Sam standing on the doorway.

“Go do it, Y/N. I want—I mean we want to hear you sing.” Bucky said out of nowhere. You looked at him and you saw him staring at you intensely.

It’s been a long time since you two said a word to each other and you missed his low, raspy voice talking to you. You just missed him so much.

You walked over to the piano and sat on the little stool. “Fine, but just this once.”

Everyone started yelling and cheering, and you can feel the love and support. Maybe finally expressing your feelings to other people is a good idea.

“Well, I haven’t written a song in a while so i’ll just sing the very last song I did.” You said and you started playing the piano. Everyone got quiet and went back to their seats to listen to you. You took a deep breath and started singing.

I can’t help myself I put it down on paper

All the different stages, memories of us

That’s the only way I know that I can shake it

Writing all our pages, every single thought

You smiled as you remember all the happy memories with you and Bucky. When you fell asleep in his room after you just puked all over him and confessed your feelings to him. And when he confessed his feelings for you in the morning after that.

Your first date on this small coffee shop he only knows about, your first kiss when you were watching a movie, and the first time you did it after you went home from the movies.

Everything about you two was perfect, and it sucks that all that was just gone.

And you didn’t talk about it or say proper goodbyes to each other.

You looked over to Bucky and he’s staring at you right back, listening to every word you’re singing. Natasha looked uncomfortable. Maybe she knows about you and Bucky’s past. Maybe he told her.

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

I know that you hate that I got more to say

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

But I had to, oh I had to

You looked at everyone else and they look confused. Trying to figure out who the song and the rest that you wrote is really all about. And you just wanna tell them, scream that it’s for Bucky. All of this is for Bucky.

Swear no one will know that every moment was true

All the mistakes and why you ran away

No one really will know. You wanted to tell Tony and Steve and Clint and everyone else about your relationship. The fight you had the night before the mission. You wanted to tell them you two never really broke up officially, but actions speak louder than words. And you respect Bucky and you know he wanted to keep it private. God, even after all this time, you still fucking love him. After all the songs you wrote, you still couldn’t forget him.

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

But I had to, oh I had to

The only way for you to not die because of the pain you’re feeling is by writing songs. These songs are what gave you the strength to face Natasha and Bucky everyday without having to have a mental breakdown in front of them. These songs kept you sane. And now that everyone knows about it, you don’t know what to do.

You feel your eyes watering, and you saw Wanda ready to stand up and pull you away from everyone but you just gave her a smile to tell her that you’re alright.

But you’re not alright, not even close.

I can’t wait for you to recognize the stories

Like when you said you loved me, or that time at the rooftop

You remembered that night at the rooftop. No one really goes there except you and Bucky, because that’s your hiding spot.

“Marry me.” Bucky said out of the blue and you almost choked on your drink.

“I’m sorry, what?” You blinked a few times to understand what he’s trying to say.

“I said,” he pulled you closer to him and rested his forehead on yours. “marry me, doll.”

“Buck, we’ve only been dating for two months. The team don’t even know about us yet.” You said as you put down your drink and wrapped your arms behind Bucky’s neck. He plants a kiss on the tip of your nose and smiled. “Then we’ll tell them. Just… just say you’ll marry me.”

“Are you really… proposing?”

“Uh, well I don’t have a ring right now but yes, I am doll. I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” He knelt down on one knee and held both of your hands.

“You don’t need a ring to make me say yes.” You smiled widely. “Yes, Barnes. I will marry you.”

Will you act as if you haven’t even heard it

Nothing of it really matters

Bucky was listening. He was listening and understanding everything. He wanted to go run and hug you, but Natasha’s beside him and now he doesn’t know what to do. He loved you. And he still loves you, but he’s afraid.

Just to get over what we lost, what we lost

I put it in words to clear my thoughts

And just to get over, over us

I had to, I had to

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

You finally finished the song and you started bawling your eyes out. Everyone was speechless. You stood up, glanced one last time at Bucky who’s looking very concerned, and ran back to your room.

You heard Wanda muttered, “Bucky.”

And you never looked back.

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I kinda wanna do a part two of this since I enjoyed writing it so much. Let me know if you guys want more!

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Broke My Dream

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4442 - sorry not sorry blame @a-sea-of-fandoms

Warnings: fluffy fluff, smutty smut, a bit of angst if you squint

A/N: Anon Requested: “Can you write one about Sam x reader. Reader is shy quiet bookworm who is in love with Sam. She knows he would never feel the same way. So she fantasizes about him seducing her. Then it really happens. Thank you” Hope this is OK!

You couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. The bunker was quiet enough, the light warm enough, your legs comfortably resting over the arm of the armchair you were laid in, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was an uncharacteristically quiet day, and it was supposed to be the day you finished this book you’d been trying to finish for weeks. But every time the main character was mentioned, your mind wandered and you thought back to the tall, long haired, broad shouldered man you knew in real life. You weren’t even halfway through this thing, but you wouldn’t give up on it. You’d never given up halfway through a book and you didn’t plan on starting now.

Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus.

You felt your eyes growing heavy and before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep, your head resting on the other arm of the chair, the book still open and perched against your thighs. You felt yourself smile as you saw Sam move towards you, his hand coming up to hold your face before he crashed his lips to yours. You were suddenly against a wall, his hands on your waist holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he let his hands wander down, his lips moving to suck a mark under your ear.

A moan rumbled past your lips as you felt his fingers slip under the top of your jeans and you suddenly started awake.

You jumped up, sitting up in the chair, realising you’d fallen asleep and were having one of your not-so-infrequent fantasies about the younger Winchester. It had been a long couple of weeks and sleep had been severely lacking for all of you as you worked the case.

“Dude you were out,” you heard Dean’s voice and laughed. “And making some serious happy noises,” he winked, and you instantly cringed, your cheeks flushing pink.

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The 3 cursed horsemen of the apocalypse.

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Why am I here? I’ll tell you why, I’m here to make the people I love, miserable, I’m here to make them hate me, to make them feel like shit when I’m not even trying to. I shouldn’t be here or anywhere because I suck atdoing everything and anything my family hates me and I am just a waste of space time and energy I’m a waste of life I’m a waste and I deserve everything I get I don’t deserve to live I don’t deserve to be on this planet I bore people, people say they care when I know they don’t care about me no one does they’ll stay for however long and then they’ll disappear or I’ll drop them like I never exsisted or whatever. I can’t do this anymore I swear every time I say it I get a little bit closer and I feel crazy and no one listens and when I say no one I’m mean no one not even on here. So why I right this I don’t know maybe because I’m a piece of crap that needs attention I don’t know. But all I know is I don’t want to be here or anywhere I just want to sleep and never wake up, it’s not like anyone would notice anyway

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My Girl (pt. 3)

[requested]: you are harry’s go-to girl and the love of his life.

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It was only hours after Harry had left that you began to unpack your suitcase.

The truth was that you weren’t going anywhere, nor were you planning to. You just knew that if Harry had known you would be here—alone—for the holidays, he would never have left you in the first place. 

Sinking down onto the sofa, you curl up with one of Harry’s large sweatshirts draped around your torso. You had already taken the time to queue a line of your favorite romantic comedies on the DVR and are prepared to spend the rest of your….however long break with Harry catching up with yourself. You don’t even know the last time you did something just for yourself. 

Though, you were currently wrapped up in an outfit that was doused with Harry’s signature cologne. Leaning your cheek against the palm of your hand, you sigh to yourself. You had time to get over him in the few weeks that followed. Today, though…

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“Peter Kavinsky, walking down the hallway. Like magic. Beautiful, dark-haired Peter. He deserves background music, he looks so good.”

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he was already so in love with her up to this point and his face when he realizes that she doesn’t feel the same way… I REALLY FELT THAT.