No prompt. Just an idea. Credits to @buckyalpine for the inspiration behind this.
Angst, Stucky-ish, hurt no comfort.
Bucky sits down in front of the engraved stone, fingers running over the letters as tears prick his eyes.
“I didn't know they could remove it, Steve. I-I was just tryna calm everyone done. Didn't needa be a situation. S-She did somethin’…”
He trails off, sobbing softly, forehead against Steve's gravestone, his heart aching.
“She took if off, Stevie. Didn't know they could do that. I-I though she trusted me, I thought they all trusted me. B-But they still… they still treated me like I was him. I'm not a monster, Steve.”
His chest aches, throat tight, fist clenched as tears pour down his face.
“I need you, Steve. Why'd you have to go off and get the girl? I thought… I thought you loved me. You said you loved me. Til the end of the line.”
His voice cracks and wavers.
“I guess that was the end of the line, me coming back. Steve, I'm not a monster. I was gettin’ better. I was gonna be okay, for you! Why didn't you gimme that chance?”
Bucky rambles on and on, tears pouring, sobs falling from his lips, his forehead pressed against the gravestone, heart aching.
When his tears finally dry, he stands, wiping his face.
“Love you, Steve.” He chokes out before walking away, hands shoved in his pockets.
Passerby always wondered who was leaving the expensive bouquets of flowers on Steve's grave. Afterall, no one spends that much money on a hero they never met. But after that day, the word spread and the speculation stopped. Bucky Barnes was Steve Rogers secret lover, the lover that stayed, even after death, leaving flowers on his grave.
Y'all be like "OMG look at how BUFF Jensen is uwu"
Shut the fuck up literally
Have the guts to look them all in the eye and warn them first.
Some character boards for Stanford Era Au Claire and Dean
My name is 💅✨️Lewis✨️💅
Question gender? I thought that was a given? Was it not a given?
favorite buttons with no context
biker Barty asking med student Evan to hold his hand while they take his blood for tests
Why not?
YOU CANNOT SELF-FLAGELLATE YOUR WAY INTO EXCELLENCE
I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-
like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?
So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?
But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.
It's MY URL.
IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.
THE ONE *I WROTE*.
In *2013*.
And FORGOT ABOUT
BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING
And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like
IT WAS ALL GOOD?
IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??
Does the fact that neurotypicals exist weird anybody else out? Like, there are thousands of disorders out there and you don’t even have one of them???????
"dick" "pathetic" "moan" "pussy" "desperate" "wet" "needy" "cock"