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TIGER LILYS AND BLEEDING HEART FLOWERS FOR THE WEDDING?!

EXCUSE ME WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE???

I’ve been in your attic hon. You should pay attention <3

@kit-charmont​

            ❛  DO YOU THINK LIAM IS HERE ?  ❜  the  princess  rolls  her  eyes  at  her  own  inquiry ,   ❛  probably  not ,  he’s  an  absolute  fool  who  detests  fun  and  people  getting  along  with  each  other .  if  you  do  see  him ,  please  tell  him  i’m  not  here .  in  fact  as  far  as  liam  is  concened ,   i  am  lying  on  a  ditch  somewhere ,  never  to  return !  i  do  not  wish  to  be  perceived  or  spoken  to .  ❜   a  pause ,   ❛  and  please  let  him  know  i  think  his  outfit  is  ugly .  i  haven’t  seen  it ,  but  it’s  definitely  ugly .  unless  it’s  pink ...  or  blue ...  maybe  both ,  but  he  has  no  taste  so  it’ll  most  certainly  be  atrocious !  an  ugly  pineapple  shade  or  whatever .  ❜ 

Please mind the rant I am about to go on, thank you :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK YOU JUNIPER YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH OH MY GOD I HATE YOU PLEASE GO DIE IN A DITCH

And I hate your mother so much. I hope to God your father isn't the same but with how you turned out I doubt it.

Also please please please don't let Wren actually start liking Bucky again? Idk how to feel about that.

But just fuck Juniper she needs to be in a psych ward

jealousy & flirtation

EIGHT: YOU'RE ONLY PLAYING DRESS-UP

18+

Thor, Steve, Yelena, and Wanda continue learning the truth about Wren's quick exit. Meanwhile, Juniper decides enough is enough and it's time to take you out of Bucky's life forever.

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, mention of self harm/violence/injury, mention of murder, angst, blackmail.

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"I'm sorry - you said yes?" Wanda asks Wren incredulously. "After everything his best friend put you through, you said yes?"

Wren shrugs. "I guess I thought we'd elope and leave the world behind," She says, laughing dryly at her naivety. "I'm not claiming to have been smart back then. He was all I cared about, and I'd have put up with ten Junipers for him."

"Damn, his dick must be amazing," Yelena mutters, in disbelief that Bucky could be worth the hassle.

"It's pretty good," Wanda confirms, to which everyone frowns at her. "What? After Steve, I wanted to make double sure that I was a lesbian and not just disgusted by him. Turned out I am a lesbian, but Bucky's a little less disgusting."

"Mean," Steve says with narrow eyes. "My dick's just as good as his."

"Anyway," Thor interjects pointedly. "How did the fight start between you and Juniper?"

"Bucky proposed," Wren repeats. "No ring or anything. He was just being dramatic and romantic. The cunt watched the whole thing. I'm surprised she didn't just waltz over and push me off the boat - but like I said, she's smart. She waited until Bucky had gone to the bar or bathroom or somewhere that wasn't with me, and then approached me. She said one of my friends was vomiting in one of the cabins, so I followed her. Little did I know she had overheard my plans to run away to Vegas with Bucky and get married by a shitty Elvis impersonator."

"Romantic," Steve mutters dryly.

"Mhm," Wren says with a snort. "She took me out to the top of the yacht where nobody else was. The same spot he proposed. Immediately blew up at me. She said I was stealing him from her, that I didn't deserve him, that he was hers and he'd never leave her."

"Did she push you off the boat?" Yelena asks, shock in her eyes.

"I wish," Wren says flatly. "I'd had enough, so I fought back. Told her she was crazy and that if Bucky wanted her, he'd be dating her. I guess I struck a nerve. She had a knife on her."

"What?" Wanda gasps, not expecting those words to leave Wren's mouth. "She fucking stabbed you?"

"Worse," Wren says darkly. "She stabbed herself."

Making up for lost time with Bucky, you took him back to your place after painting and screwed him three more times for good measure.

"I'm starving," He grumbles from where he's lying on top of you.

"Go make us some food, then," You reply weakly, your voice muffled against the pillow.

Slowly, he peels his sweaty body away from yours and lies on his back next to you. "How about you go make me a sandwich, woman?" He utters, smirking when you slap his stomach.

"For that, you can order us food," You say sternly. "I want Chinese."

While you shower, Bucky sits on the toilet.

"Don't forget the egg rolls," You remind him as steam fills the air.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, it's on it's way," He says before pulling the shower curtain back.

"Can I help you?" You ask while rubbing soap over your body.

It looks as though he plans to make a sly comment, but when he sees your tits covered in suds, his eyes darken and his mouth runs dry. You immediately recognize the look on his face.

"Again?" You ask as his dick hardens.

He nods. "Again."

After a steamy shower and yet another round of dangerous, slippery sex, you both lie on your fresh bed sheets. You're in your purple dressing gown, and he's stretching out your pink one, the two of you snuggling together while a shitty movie plays on the TV. Empty Chinese food cartons sit in a pile on the floor.

"Ah, shit, I forgot about that," Bucky mutters to himself while looking down at his phone.

"What is it?" You ask, looking over.

"I've mentioned the annual Cabo trip that Juniper plans, right?" He asks you.

"The one her parents go on, too?" You question.

"That's the one," He confirms. "They've been going since she was born, and I started tagging along when we were teenagers. When we came to college, she invited all our friends, too. She just texted me about it; it's in a month. Straight after finals."

"Shit, really?" You turn to him with a frown.

"I couldn't go last year and she almost killed me. I had an internship I couldn't turn down," He explains. "So, she's extra sensitive about it this year. Can't miss it."

"So, I won't see you all summer?" You wonder.

"We'll only be there a couple of weeks," He says, before looking down at you. "Come with us."

Taken aback, you raise a brow. Juniper would most definitely not be happy about you infiltrating their annual trip - but maybe that's exactly what she deserves.

"Okay," You agree with a smile.

"Yeah? You'll come?" Bucky asks, pleasantly surprised.

"Of course. Spending two weeks in Cabo with Bucky Barnes?" You lean in closer, giving him a soft kiss. "I can't think of anything better."

He kisses you again, smiling against your lips. "It's great up there," He tells you. "We'll have a lot of fun."

"I'm sure we will," You reply before curiosity gets the best of you. "So, you and Juniper have been best friends for, like, ever, right?"

Bucky nods while tugging on a loose string on your dressing gown. "Since we were six years old," He tells you.

"I'm all for men and women being able to be friends without there being feelings involved," You preface carefully. "But has there ever been anything between you? More than friends, I mean?"

Surprised by your question, Bucky lets out a laugh. "No. Never," Is his firm answer. "Our parents were always rooting for us to get together, but we never did."

"How come?" You wonder. "I mean, she's pretty hot, and you're alright. You're telling me you never crushed on her? You were never attracted to her?"

"Flora, I've known her since we were babies," He reminds you. "We grew up together. Went through every part of life together - she's practically my sister."

Though his words make you happy, you do well to keep that off your face. "Right," You mumble.

"She's a beautiful girl, I'm not saying she isn't," Bucky says, resting his hand on your leg. "I love her. But I've never looked at her in that way. I couldn't."

You hum, fiddling with his fingers. "And she's never had a crush on you?" You ask.

Your question makes him laugh heartily. "Of course not," He says. "She sees me like a brother. It would be way too weird for anything like that. Why are you asking, anyway?"

Shrugging, you wrap your arms around him. "Just curious, is all," You tell him. "Neither of you are exactly known for dating other people. The past few years at college, it's almost like you guys have been dating each other. You know, without the kissing."

His nose crinkles at your revelation. "Is that really what people think?" He asks with a frown. "I guess we spend a lot of time together, but it's not like that. I've dated other girls... granted, Juniper's not exactly the kind to date, but that isn't because of me."

Oh, it most definitely is.

"Fair enough," You say, smiling up at him.

He smiles back down at you, cupping your face in his hands. "Anyway, enough about me - why don't you tell me about yourself?" He asks. "Did you have a lot of boyfriends in high school?"

You snort, shaking your head. "Absolutely not," You tell him. "I know I'm dream girl material now, but I was a late bloomer."

With a grin, Bucky squeezes your hip. "I bet I'd have liked you," He theorizes. "What were you like?"

High school - and your childhood in general - wasn't the best time for you, so while Bucky's hoping for some wholesome nostalgic stories, you have little more than trauma to dump on him from that period. "Uh, just boring, to be honest," You say. "Focused on school. Stayed in the art room until the cleaners kicked me out every evening."

"Cute," He mumbles with a smile. "I definitely would've liked you."

"Don't be so sure," You whisper, before rushing to change the topic. "Shouldn't we start studying soon? We have Visual Analysis tomorrow afternoon."

"So we do," He replies, stretching his arms out. "Just think - in a few weeks, we'll officially be free from the clutches of education."

You let out a sigh of relief at his words, hoping that Juniper is merciful enough to allow you to have a pleasant summer with Bucky.

"Mom, it's all going wrong!" Juniper cries over the phone as she paces up and down her bedroom floor.

"What's going on, Joopy?" Elizabeth Johnson replies with a concerned tone. "Is everything alright?"

"No!" Juniper all but screams, throwing open her wardrobe door. "Everything is ruined!"

"Oh, baby, whatever it is, we can fix it," Elizabeth replies soothingly, used to her daughter's melodramatics. "We always fix it."

"The only way it can be fixed is if that bitch drops dead," Juniper spits, pulling out items of clothes and tossing them onto the ground.

Elizabeth hums, guessing, "Does James have a new girlfriend?"

"The stupid bitch invited herself to Cabo!" Juniper all but screams. "That's my trip! How dare she?"

"Oh, honey, if you don't want her there, just tell her not to come," Elizabeth suggests diplomatically. "It is our trip, after all."

"Jamie wants her to come," Juniper says with a pout. "If I uninvite her, he'll be angry with me. I thought they had broken up, but she found a way to worm back into our lives. Ugh!"

"The Juniper I know would find a way to get what she wants, no matter what," Elizabeth says. "Remember when you were in high school, and James was asked to the prom by Karen Sinclair? You spent five minutes talking to her and managed to get her to cancel the plans with James, leaving him to take you instead. I've never been prouder."

Raising a brow, Juniper slowly closes her wardrobe door. "I remember that," She mumbles, her mind racing with ideas. "I gotta go, Mom. I have something to do."

"Atta girl. Call me tomorrow and we can plan Cabo. I love you," Elizabeth says cheerily before hanging up.

Putting down her phone, Juniper lets out a breath before a smile slowly starts to grow on her lips.

It's time to take back what's hers.

"Understandably, Bucky thought I did it," Wren recalls, looking down at her twiddling thumbs. "I mean, he walked up to see his best friend bleeding on the floor and his girlfriend - no, fiance - standing over her, holding the knife. I was too numb with shock to even try and tell him the truth. He didn't say a single word to me. Just picked her up and took her to the hospital. I ran home, packed my things, and skipped town, expecting the cops to be on my tail. I ran for three months before realizing she hadn't filed a report against me."

The four sitting opposite her sit in silence, each of them as appalled as the other. It takes a couple of minutes to pass before Yelena speaks up. "Yeah, we need to take that bitch down," She decides firmly.

"You make it sound easy," Wren mutters bitterly.

"Surely if we go to Bucky and tell him all of this, he'll have no choice but to believe us," Thor argues with a frown. "There's strength in numbers, isn't there?"

A dry laugh leaves Wren's mouth. "It wouldn't be enough to just tell him. Don't you see? The cunt's spent almost two decades cultivating her perfect angel persona, and he's never had a reason to think otherwise," She tells him. "We can't just tell him. We have to show him."

"How?" Wanda asks, shaking her head. "We set her up?"

"Easier said than done," Steve grumbles. "Thor and I have been trying to get Bucky and Y/N back together for the past week and even that's proven to be impossible. How do we out-play the player?"

"Juniper may be smart, but she's still human," Yelena reminds them. "She's bound to mess up eventually. Heck, it's finals season; she'll be distracted and stressed out, and it might be easier to attack."

"But what do we do?" Wanda asks, frowning. "How do we prove to Bucky, once and for all, that Juniper's an evil bitch who's been sabotaging his relationships his entire life? Now that him and Y/N are over, she has no reason to do anything crazy."

Wren stands up and begins pacing around the room. "We need to trigger her," She decides. "Make her think there's someone new in Bucky's life. She'd be tempted to do what she always does; try and sabotage it, and we can make sure we're there to catch her red-handed."

"I like it," Wanda says with a nod.

"But where do we find someone new for Bucky to be involved with?" Thor wonders.

"Does it have to be someone new?" Yelena asks, before turning her attention to Wren. "Or, would she be even more triggered if she thought it was someone from his past?"

Wren's brow flies up and she's taken aback for a few seconds before she grins. "That's fucking brilliant."

Yelena

T and I drove to Brooklyn for food but it got late so we stayed in a hotel last night. Should be back later today x

If it wasn't a regular occurence for Thor and Yelena to spontaneously take a road trip just to check out a new restaurant, you'd be suspicious, but you're just slightly jealous you weren't invited. But you think sex with Bucky might be a little better than birria tacos.

After a long day of studying yesterday and the exam today, Bucky went home, leaving you to your own devices. You're grateful for the peace and quiet, and plan to head to the gym until you see the heavy rain outside.

"Fuck that," You mumble before collapsing down onto the couch and reaching for the remote control before your phone buzzes again. Assuming it's Yelena again, you pick it up and glance at the screen, but sit up when you see it's an Instagram message from none other than Juniper. "The fuck do you want?" You mutter bitterly. "Probably warning me to stay away from Cabo. Yeah, right."

Opening up the message, you see that it's shorter than you were expecting.

juniper_

We need to talk. Meet me at the statue by the lake.

Looking up at the window and seeing that the rain still hasn't let up, you scoff.

You

in this weather? no thanks. what do you need to say?

juniper_

If you care about Bucky, you'll come. I'm waiting.

Don't bite. Don't bite. Don't bite.

Damn. You can't help but be curious about what it is she needs to say. Deciding it might be good to hash it out with her, you agree to meet, seeing it as a chance to tell her to back off.

Twelve minutes later, you're standing in the pouring rain by the tall statue of some old philosopher behind campus. Juniper's tossing pebbles into the lake, clad in a heavy, black coat.

"Hey," You call out, your voice almost drowned out by the rain.

She turns around, her hood hiding her eyes. "I'm glad you came," She says. "That was a smart choice."

Rolling your eyes, you sigh and reply, "Can we make this quick? I'm freezing."

Juniper walks closer to you, an oddly calm look on her face as the rain batters down on you both. "I think I'll take my sweet time, actually," She says. "I'd like to savor this moment."

"I know you were lying," You tell her firmly. "About him showing you my nudes. I asked him."

A flash of fear shoots across her eyes, but she does well to remain calm.

"Don't worry; I didn't mention your name," You say with a scoff. "But the next time you try something like that, I will not hesitate to throw you under the bus. I've had enough of you trying to fuck things up - he likes me, Juniper. A lot. And I like him. There's nothing you can do to change that."

She listens to your rant with a bored look on her face. You aren't sure if you're imagining a slight smugness start to bloom. "Are you done?" She asks, not bothering to wait for your answer before continuing. "As you can tell, I'm very protective over Jamie," She begins.

Yeah, no shit.

"I like to keep him safe," She goes on to claim. "I like to know that the people he spends time with are good people. People who won't hurt him or put him in danger."

Your eyes narrow into a glare. "What the fuck are you getting at, Johnson?" You ask her curtly, sick of standing in the rain and listening to her riddles.

"It's my duty, as his best friend, to look out for him," She says, making you cringe. "I have a right to know who he's spending time with. So, I decided to check up on you."

You raise a brow at her words. "Check up on me?"

"You made my job pretty hard, I have to admit," She says with a dry laugh. "But that only motivated me more because a hidden past usually means there's something worth hiding. At least, that's what my father's private investigator believes."

Your stomach flips. Surely not. "I don't know what-"

"Shut the fuck up," Juniper cuts you off coldly, all warmth leaving her face. "My PI did a deep dive on you, Y/N. You poor little thing, growing up in poverty. Probably went to sleep hungry more than once. Never given any toys for Christmas. Ignored on birthdays."

"You have no fucking idea what you're talking about, Juniper," You tell her firmly, clenching your hands into fists.

"Oh, but I do," She says smugly. "See, Jamie and I grew up on the right side of the tracks. We had it good. Jamie's used to a certain level of quality. He likes nice things. Expensive art. Luxury. All the things you've never known. You may know a little about art, but you'll never emulate the natural refinement and elegance that comes with lifelong wealth."

Refined and elegant are hardly how you'd describe her.

"You think he gives a fuck that I grew up poor, you pompous bitch?" You ask her, shaking your head. "I thought you knew him better than that. He isn't shallow."

"I agree. It's possible that he could look past that stuff," She suggests with a shrug before a smirk pulls at her lips. "But do you think he could look past the things you did to make money? To look past the man you killed?"

Your heart drops. She's bluffing. She has to be bluffing.

"Poor old David Rust," She says with a faux pout. "Yet another lost soul succumbing to a foul addiction, murdered. In cold blood."

"There's more to it than that," You find yourself explaining to her, hating that you feel so weak. "I was sixteen. I wasn't even convicted."

"You think any of that matters?" Juniper scoffs. "You're a crackwhore murderer. When Bucky finds out... he'll be disgusted."

The rain continues beating down on you, but it does little to distract you from the horrific feeling of dread pooling in your stomach. It's weighing you down, making you want to drop to the floor.

She takes another step closer to you. "But, he doesn't have to find out," She offers. "As long as you stay the fuck away from him, I won't tell him about your ugly past. Break up with him, and nobody but you and I have to live with the truth."

What a fucking bitch. You consider telling Bucky yourself - explaining the entire truth - but what if she's right? Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he wouldn't understand being pushed to the edge. Being made to do the worst things just to make ends meet. Just to make sure you didn't starve. He may be polite enough not to tell you to his face, but he'd as disgusted with you as you are with yourself.

"Let's face it," She utters. "You don't deserve him. You were born and raised in the gutters. That's where you belong, and it's where you'll always belong. You can pretend you have it all with your makeup and your skirts and your art degree, but you're only playing dress-up. The trash you are on the inside will always be there, rotting, festering, until everyone around you can smell it. Wouldn't you rather end it with him before it gets to that point?"

You look up at her, wanting to scream, wanting to hit her and call her names and pull her hair, but you don't have the energy. She's not far from right - you and Bucky are worlds apart. You've been ignoring it up until now, but there's only so long you can go before he starts asking you about your childhood. Maybe she has a point. Maybe it would be easier to end it before he finds out the truth. At least that way, he'd only think you're cruel rather than a murderer.

"I'll let you think about it," Juniper says, giving you one last sneer. "You have a week to make your decision."

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Literally everyone: YES MOMMY

My asexual ass:

Still thinking about that one high school senior who legit blocked me on WhatsApp because I had ghosted her for a while. Like, she used to do that to me, too. But did I ever act like a snowflake about it? No.

People don't owe you their time. You have to grow up & realize you are not everyone's first priority.

And you actually mattered to me. Which is why I sent you SMSs begging you to unblock me & be friends again. Because unlike someone, I'm actually a decent human being. But clearly, you don't deserve my politeness. Because even after unblocking me, you left me on read. All you do now is watch my status updates. Like a creepy, rotten stalker.

I wish I could block you now. But no. I want you to see that I'm better off without you. I want you to know you're worthless in my life. Also, I refuse to stoop to your standards.

Sincerely,

may the benevolent god grant me the strength to deal with the bitch assistant in the next episode

Spoiler for Season 10 Ep 18, The walking dead!!

I am not even done with the episode but I already knew from the beginning that this is when we meet Leah. BUT IM SO FUCKING SRS RN, I AM CRYING CAUSE THEY IMPLIED HE SLEPT WITH HER.

Update:Carol and Daryl fighting hurt more than I expected it to☹️

jesus christ chaeryeong 😵‍💫

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Pro tip!!

Do not tell your therapist the way you really feel.

Percy Jackson as things my sister has dared to voice:

Percy: That’s some Appley apple juice

Nico: Y’know with how small the chicken wings are, they’re probably just killing the babies

Annabeth: He’s kinda cute, I’m kinda warming up to him

Leo: Why is it the only time I’m part of a conversation in the group chat, it’s to defend myself??

Will: You’re not allowed spicy food because your kidney hates you.

Thalia: ive been eating too much vegetables and shit and like… I just need to poop

Jason: Why do the big cucumbers get sent to become pickles? Why can’t I just have a huge ass cucumber instead of it being sent to be soaked in vinegar??

fuck you, katherine pulaski

(2x3 Elementary, Dear Data)

whenever someone’s too enthusiastically hating on female characters I become a beacon of feminism, I put her on that pedestal and worship her because she’s divine (I also hate her but I don’t like the way you’re hating her so now she’s my favorite character)

This fucking dog I swear! She has made my life so much more difficult, our 2 older dogs hate her. She chews on EVERYTHING! She decided at 2am to chew into my head board. Now there is a gigantic hole and I KNOW for a fact she’s gonna try getting that foam out next 😩

A Punchy Hello

Hello Hello and welcome to this week’s SIX based on the word VISION. I had been completely overwhelmed this week and I chose to write a little piece to vent out some of my frustrations. This one goes out to all the people who have to deal with this kind of person, good luck, and I hope you also stop short of hitting them There are some people in life that you meet that brighten your day, that…

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The Game is Afoot

Hello hello and welcome to this week’s six sentence story based on the word GAME. Join our narrator as they tell the tale of woe, working with that “super special” coworker that just had to tell them what they were doing wrong, and what happens when they stop just letting it go. I may have taken this too far, I thought, as I watched her burst into tears, but the lack of recriminations from…

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Yes, hello, I hate her but...

I'M SO FUCKING GAY FOR HER???!!!

Not that I hate dogs or anything (I don't really like them but idc) but I rlly wish that people would stop walking their dogs right by my house. There are 5 cats on this street and the dog will always bark for like 6 minutes while the owner's just like "oh let's keep going!" mate they can't understand you gently telling them to stop can you pls do something

No puedes seguir esperando a que el ego de aquella persona se reduzca y decida arreglar todas las situaciones por las que te torturas

Nunca lo va a ser!!

A LA VUELTA DE LA ESQUINA

Como la sociedad está llena de tantas personas vacias siendo tan mendigadas por personas dispuestas a darlo todo de si.

Esto es una m***da y no considero justo que la especie humana siga evolucionando y dando frutos a la destrucción del mundo por el simple hecho de ser racional.

¿No crees que el mundo sería mejor si la humanidad no siguiera? ¿Es necesario tener tan poco para darse cuenta que alguna vez lo tuviste todo?.

Sí para ti esto es poco y no te importa es necesario que te empieces a preocupar por ti y por tu futuro, aunque sepas que todo está perdido y que no por ti el mundo cambiara, pero por lo menos te darás cuenta que el error está en ti y en tu estúpida forma de ver todo al revés, un mundo lleno de color y/o esperanza o tal vez soledad infinita contemplada como tú mejor amiga y quien siempre te acompaña; cuando los mejores momentos ya los viviste y no te diste cuenta porque estabas ocupado apresiando o lamentando lo horrorosa que es tu cara y que por serlo estás condenado a vivir de la vergüenza con la que la gente te dice la p**ta verdad sin piedad alguna, o que por el contrario simplemente puedan halagar tu belleza física de extremo a extremo pero nunca lo que tengas dentro de ti, en algún lugar, tan cerca o tal vez muy lejos a lo que el espectro visible de un humano puede llegar a notar y es algo que no se consigue de ninguna forma a la vuelta de la esquina.....

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