Relationships Are So Cool, You Have The Gf With A Sleep Schedule (always Asleep By 9pm) Andddd Then You

RISE OF THE PINK LADIES EPISODE 10 SPOILERS

my thoughts on the ‘coming out’ scene

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THEY WROTE ON THAT GODDAMN PIECE OF PAPER but I’m hoping it went something like this ;

Cynthia : I have a crush on / kissed Lydia

Nancy : rate the kiss 1/10 ?

BECAUSE LIKE CMON ITS SUPPORTIVE BUT FUNNY and it’s just Nancy.

And while we are on the topic of our queen let me just bring up one thing

ICONIC …

Me : “I WANT TO READ ANGST”

*me writing angst* :

COPING MECHANISMS

part two of ‘tears over beers'

you put too much effort into relationships and the girl you genuinely had feelings for broke your heart, even now after knowing about what she done, your friends still choose her over you.because of this you relapsed and lost yourself again.until one night three women find you in the woods about to take your life.

TRIGGER WARNING

self harm, suicide attempt, alcoholism, drug use, swearing, past relationship trauma, eating disorder, body dysphoria. (totally not writing just to vent..yes that's exactly what im doing)

Y/N’s pov <3

the next thing I know I am being gently rocked by an avenger.. a fucking avenger. I look up at her as the other two women stand up, brushing the mud off their clothing, and much to my dismay my headphones are took off of my ears and put around my neck, the music still blaring through.

The blonde one who I am assuming by the space cadet uniform is captain marvel states that she is going to make a phone call, the brunette haired girl, the red haired woman, the black widow nods at her colleague to do so as she looks down at me with pity. As Wanda Maximoff sits with her arms around me in a comforting manner as she holds a piece of cloth on my bloody arm.

“how did this happen, did someone attack you?” The former black widow questioned bluntly.

“Natasha stop.” Wanda says from behind me, her breath cold against my warm neck. the widows face stays the same blank stare as her gaze is glued to my arm.

the leaves from the autumn ground crunch as carol walks back over to us “Pietro said to take her back to the safe house” my eyes widen as I start to panic about being taken away for what I’ve done to myself, Wanda is a mind reader, by now she definitely knows I done this to myself. Natasha starts to grab all my stuff, throwing it into my backpack as Wanda helps me off the dusty floor.

“Can you do me a favour and hold this cloth to your arm, just until we get to the safe house so I can properly clean it?” Wanda asks with a sad smile “and while I clean it we can talk about it yes?” I silently nod, secretly knowing I will not be telling her anything.

“Cmon Wanda, stop wasting time” Natasha says as she grabs me by the shoulder and shoves me forward to walk. To this I try to run for it, at the same time, Wanda having already read my thoughts lifted one hand in the air and with red wisps of magic she whispers a meek “sorry detka” before putting me to sleep

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my body shoots up from its sleeping state, I run my hands up and down my face in attempt to make sense of what happened. Upon removing my hands from my face I am faced with a new surrounding. A one I’ve never seen before. This makes me panic, I shoot out of the bed only to notice I’m not in my own clothing, I now sport a beige shirt and grey joggers bottoms. I walk out of the room to see a living room, the blonde and the redhead from earlier are playing some bored game on the table whilst a blonde haired man is sat on the sofa playing over watch on the Xbox, the first person to notice my presence is Wanda who walks over with a bottle of water, extending her arm out for me to take said water, I take it and thank her by nodding my head. “Where are we?” I say, voice groggy from whatever spell Wanda cast upon me, “come on, let’s go sit down and I’ll explain it to you love” Wanda states calmly as she guides me back to the room I woke up in. Upon sitting on the bed with Wanda I feel myself calm down. “oh shoot, wait here I forgot something” she says with a little bit of a sad smile as she runs out of the room, returning seconds later with a first aid box. She sits on the bed, throwing the box in between the both of us, she then opens it, grabbing the bandage “can I have your arm please” she says calmly. I slowly put my arm out for her to grab, she grabs a sterile wipe before gently patting the blood off my arm, whispering soft nothings into my ear as i whimper and whine about the pain, she eventually stops and water is now pouring from my eyes, she wipes the tears from my cheeks with her thumb “we’re nearly done now” she then grabs the bandage she got out before, she throws out the packaging and wraps my arm.

after being bandaged up and being allowed permission to go outside by carol, I sit on the balcony of the fancy safe house, I pull out a box of cigarettes, lighting them, taking a lot of draws from the tiny ‘cancer stick’ as my best friend would call it. I think back to days before. Me and my new friend group smoking in the smoking shelters of college, them comforting me silently as they continue to have their normal conversations while I tag along. Being broken out of my thoughts I feel a presence behind me “those will kill you” she says “so?” I blankly state back to her, not moving to look at her, she sits next to me. “I’m Carol” she states “I know the space cadet, yes?” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, to this she laughs. Me and Carol sit on the balcony for a few hours, she seems cool but that doesn’t mean my walls will go down for her. Or anyone.

Hiiiiii guys, this is a part two,, suggested by @natashaswife4125 thankyou for asking for another part,, I hope this is good <3

- his secret -

Vampire bucky x female y/n.

you’ve been dating your military boyfriend for about 2 years but what you didn’t know is that he has a dark secret. 1940s bucky barnes x Steve’s twin sister, y/n. Blood!Angst!darkthemes!Y/N’s pov

The war had been over for four years now, four years ago we met. Although I remember it like it was yesterday.

- four years earlier-

It was a normal day to say the least, I went to work with the girls as we all had to because the men of the house where still at war, once I was back, I unlocked the door to mine and Steve’s apartment. The apartment was small and stuffy but it was home. I place my purse upon the counter top which was decorated with a stack of newspapers and two navy jackets.

I rub my eyes as if a trick of reality had fallen upon me from the lack of sleep and rest I have had the last couple of years. Upon my eyes focusing back on the jackets I was lead to the fact he was finally home.

I push the door for the living room and there he is “oh my, Steve” I say in shock, my hands covering my mouth as my brother, the star spangled man is stood in the living room of our apartment. He is so much taller and muscular now than before, i once heard about the super soldier serum and how Steve was chosen to be it’s subject, i then heard about the test working, after that day steve was all over the tabloids and propaganda posters.

Snapping me out of my trance Steve’s now deeper voice beams through the small room “oh how I’ve missed you y/n, I have someone you must meet” he says whilst engulfing my tiny body in a hug, once we break from the hug, I am aware of the other person in the room.

I look at the other man, his pale skin fills the room with light, his pale pink lips, puffy and chapped from the winters frost. His eyes, deep blue alike to the blue of a lapis crystal you see in travelers show. His dark hair contrasts his pale skin, his face is home to war scars and newer cuts.

Once again breaking out of yet another trance, the man is ushered toward me by Steve “this is my dearest friend and colleague, Sargent James Buchanan Barnes” the man then smiles a little toward me.

“please mind my manners, hello, I’m y/n, Steve’s sister” I say with a smile and an extended hand just as any lady should.

He links out hands and we are both share a handshake “I’m terribly sorry for the intrusion doll, you can call me James”

- present day 1949 -

After that first encounter, Steve’s mission was always to set me and James up, what more would a man want for his sister than his closest friend to be wed with her.

Me and James have been together for two years now and I’ve never been happier than I am now, Steve has a child with his now wife Margaret in who he met during his time in the military.

For the past year, after his business trip, James has been acting a little weird, I had recently pinned it down to some European sickness but upon the trip to the doctors office, there was no diagnosis for the illness.

In the past six months, he had stopped going out during the day and decided to start taking the night shift at his office to try avoid human contact as much as possible. He had been suffering with his senses, saying it is as if they had been turned up to 100 and that he could hear things that I couldn’t, this had me concerned and confused.

However, now he seems to have gotten used to this mysterious sickness, as if he had accepted whatever he has and has decided to use it to his advantage.

It’s finally our two year anniversary, today and our neighbour, Agnes had helped me set up a scenic atmosphere within the house before she went to work for the day, James had taken the day shift to the fact he wanted to get off earlier to spend his day with his ‘doll’.

I change into one of my best dresses, dinner already upon the candle lit table, I hear the door unlock and the steps of my lover coming into the room, he walks in, looking as handsome as ever. His eyes light up as he sees the layout of the room, he brings a box into view. A pink boutique clothing store box with a pink ribbon and a bouquet of roses on top of the box in which he sets down upon the table. He latches his hand upon my waist and pulls me in for a kiss, upon pulling away “happy anniversary doll” he says in a deep voice. We share a couple of kisses before sitting down, he ushers me to open my gift as he places the flowers in a vase.

I pull the end of the pink ribbon, allowing the box to be opened, I take the lid off of the box, in the box is a dress I had been eyeing up in a designer shop a few months ago “oh james, it’s dashing darling, thank you” I say with a hand over my mouth in awe to the man sat in front of me. “Your welcome my love. This dinner looks stunning doll” he states whilst picking up his cutlery and taking a bite of the food, with a smile I do the same and we eat while making conversation about the new shows playing in the local theatre.

After thirty or so minutes we are both finished and I had taken the plates into the kitchen, and cleaned them before making my way back to my boyfriend.

What I see next is the one thing I would’ve never expected within my life time. I see my boyfriend in the middle of the bedroom, we share, a pool of blood at his feet, and one of his newer colleagues in his grasp as he places his mouth to the neck of the older man. I stand in the doorway in shock and disbelief. “James” I say with a gasp. He drops the now dead man and turns to look at me, blood pours down his chin from his mouth. He looks healthier than ever as he says “y/n I can explain please sit dear” his two front canine teeth have been transformed into sharp fangs, he walks over to the door, pulling me into the room, onto the bed.

“what are you?” I say with a shaky voice as I sit on the bed with him.

“When I went on that business trip in Europe I was attacked by some men. One of them bit me, it’s called vampirism, the doctor has found my diagnostics the week I had came back but I had payed him off to not tell you or anyone. I’m so sorry doll” he says with an apologetic look as he wipes the blood off of his face.

“you mean to tell me the folklore stories are of truth” I look into his eyes, he is serious. My boyfriend is a vampire.

hey guys it’s spooky season so this is the start of my halloween tropes + mcu characters. I’m sorry this wasn’t longer, I’ve never wrote for Bucky, I don’t know how he would act but my friend requested vampire Bucky so this is as good as it’ll get. Please feel free to drop some more ideas for these stories. have a great day guys.

Hehe I love dragging POOKIE into my fandoms (mine was rocky horror😭and heathers)

reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

someone pls bully me into writing the next part of ‘Anyone but her’ peer pressure me if you will.

guy my life would literally be fixed if Auli’i Cravalho kissed me LIKE SERIOUSLY

GO READ THE SPIN OFF SERIES FROM THE ONE AND ONLY GIRL WHO INSPIRED THE CHARACTER OF TESS

Girl in the chair

This is a spin off series inspired by @ladmarkinnit's web head series. This is from the point of view of Tess in his series. Unsure to what may happen yet as I just go with the flow but will be heavily linked with Ashes series, so I recommend you go over and read his story to, plus its a really good story so you should just go and read that one anyways.

TW: domestic abuse (emotional)

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UGH Monday rolls around once again, why do the weekends always seem to fly over so fast. Luckily we have a field trip for most of the day so no proper lessons are scheduled for the day. I wake up this morning getting ready into my favourite pair of blue ripped jeans and picking up my new brown aesthetically pleasing crop top I bought on a shopping spree I had to force Milo to go on with me yesterday. Matching this cute little outfit with a brown and blue tartan jacket to top it off.

I walk down the stairs of my house and walk into the kitchen. I see my mam sitting down at the kitchen island waiting with my lunch for the day. I grab my Jeep car keys off the counter and give her a hug and kiss goodbye as I leave the house.

"DRIVE SAFELY PET" She shouts as I close the door behind me.

-- 10ish minuets later--

I arrive at school just in time to jump on to the school bus for the school trip, I still don't see why they wont let me drive my own car to Octavius labs its not like me and Milo were planning to skip... Okay we were but they didn't know that.

I run up the steps of the bus, pushing through people blocking the pathway for no reason and drop into the seat next to Milo.

"Shove along short ass" I say teasingly. Me and Milo have been Best friends now for about 8 years. You would rarely see us without the other somewhere near. We are practically attached to the hip.

"You look like shit" I state while laughing at the state he is in.

"You should see the other guy" He retorts with a big gin over his face "I did" I say laughing back at him again.

We talk for a little bit catching up on the events that have happened between yesterdays shopping spree up until I sat down next to him on the bus. I have an immediate thought that makes my whole body light up.

"Please join the rugby team Milo, you'll love it". He stares at me blankly as I gave him the puppy dog eyes. He starts to chuckle finally giving in to my pleading.

"I'll think about it okay?" he says with a bit of sarcasm, yeah I think i better give up with this.

--- 20 minuets later ---

We arrive at Octavius Labs. We walk into the massive daunting building and we are assigned groups with tour guides. Our tour guide, unfortunately, looked like he was alive before Captain America became a Capsicle.

I look left and right before pulling Milos arm and hiding us behind a pillar. I pull out a camera I had stole from the photography room on Friday after lesson.

"Hey I picked this up, thought we could sneak off to the spider enclosure and grab some shots, you promised to do me a spider tattoo, this can be your concept design" I smirk with begging eyes again. I have never liked field trips and will always find away to escape them. Why do you think I'm not aloud to drive to them anymore. He nods and I jump with glee and we sneak off the opposite way from our tour guide leaving the old man with the other students.

We make our way to the room and Milo opens the door for me and we stare up at the spider enclosure in awe. As Milo is taking pictures I walk around and see that these spiders aren't your typical looking spider. Not a spider you would ever see. In fact they don't look like any species known to man. Strange.

I let the thought slide as me and Milo get a selfie with the spiders. I see Milo in clear pain as he clenches his ribs.

"You need to get a new binder" I say with sympathy, he's been experiencing a lot of pain from it lately.

"Come on we should go, you still down to see my mam tomorrow? She misses you a lot". He laughs as we make our way back to the bus.

-- back at home --

I pull into the driveway of my house and see that my dad is home early, its a Monday which makes sense in a way as he normally gets home early to come to rugby practice with me, but this was earlier than normal. I walk through the front door and walk straight into the kitchen and find my mam ironing, she gives me a look and through that one look I know that he isn't in a good mood and is to be left alone. I act if everything is normal, most of my life could be considered an act, never letting my true self show to anyone. Well anyone but Milo, I know I can trust him with anything.

I head up in to my room and get ready to go to training.

-- Tuesday --

Today was just as normal however Milo does seem to be acting strange. Well he's always strange but I mean he was beyond strange today. For example today at lunch we got bored so I got the rugby ball out from the back of my car and he held it above my head without using his fingers, that is quite literally impossible. Even more impossible for a person who hasn't played rugby since they were 10.

I shrugged it off as beginners luck, but something is definitely up and he's not telling me about it. I will find out what he is keeping from me.

-- Tuesday afternoon --

I'm sitting up in my bedroom reading my newest book 'Practice makes perfect' by Sarah Adams whilst listening to Jonas Brothers. However this all gets interrupted by an incoming phone call. Milo.

"Hey y/n/n, I need one of your comic books" he says over the phone.

"Wait, OH MY GOD, have I converted you to the dark side?" I say with shock but enthusiasm as I have bee dying to get him to read one of them.

"Sure you have, do you still have that uh Spider girl thing?" he sighs when saying that, knowing for a fact I will now never shut up about this.

"I left it at yours because I knew you would want it someday, check under your old rugby uniform" I say while smiling so much it actually started to hurt.

"OMG, I love you so much, thank youuuu, you stupid nerd" he says as he hangs up the phone. I had a gut feeling that deep down that there was something behind the reason he was asking for the comic but I didn't want my overthinking to cloud the day where I finally got him interested into a comic book, even though it may of been for another reason.

As I am reading I see my phone light up with a message and see its my mam asking me to come downstairs. I comply to her request and go downstairs to see her and my dad not looking happy.

"what's up?" I ask.

"We have just heard from your school that you are FAILING more that half of your subjects" my dad starts to raise his voice.

Oh no this isn't going to end well.

I block out as much as I can but some words still manage to creep through.

"worthless"

"Fat"

"waste of space"

"Thick as pig shit"

-- 10 mins later --

I am upstairs in the bathroom balling my eyes out. Trying to calm myself down just before Milo arrives. Eyes are all red and puffy so I splash cold water over my face to help. Adding concealer underneath my eyes to hide the dark circles and then re-applying mascara. That's when I hear a knock on my bedroom door and then Milo walks through the door.

"Hello sunshine" he says with a smile, Ironic.

"Hello Goth boy" I say back with a smile across my face.

"I brought snacks and hair dye"

"do we have an exam tomorrow?" I ask which he returns with a nod

"Hair dye timeeeee"

it has became some sort of a ritual before an exam now that I dye my hair so if I fail at least I did it looking good. Which has been a lot lately.

--

Next thing I know my hair has been separated into 2. With the under of my hair being dyed pink. Out in the corner of my eye I see the bleach box and I pick it up looking straight at Milo.

"No please, not again" he says as he backs away from me. I open he box and the lid of the bleach and shrug

"well its open now we must use it" smiling as I put a blob onto his black hair.

"I hate you" he groans.

"I love you too" chuckling while applying more.

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Ahh so i just done all of this tonight, you can obviously see if u have read the web head series where they interlink.

I highly recommend reading @ladmarkinnit series as it gives u the perspective of milo over there but you are milo to if u get me over in that series the persons POV im writing here is called Tess.

Yeah if this confuses you just ignore it and go find out for yourself 😂

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Trans Spider y/n no love interest. yet. comment who should be the love interest though. Just a new series, maybe one shot I’m trying out. I

I’m backkkkk bitches :))

sorry about the hiatus lol I’ve been BUSY BUSY

anywayyyyyy here’s some art 💁‍♀️

ARTIST AND ATHLETE DUO

I REPEAT ARTIST AND ATHLETE DUO

(I know Aj is also an athlete but that image reminded me too much of me and @bookaddict05 )