an; not a fan of the ending but it's been in my draft for months.
the cafeteria was bustling with noise, students gossiping about teacher affairs, a girl and a boy arguing, and the rugby boys talking over everybody else.
i saw claire with her big blonde hair bouncing up to me cheerfully, of course. āhey weāre all sitting over hereā she lightly took hold my arm, intending me to follow her.
i didnāt. not yet. āthe- the one with the uh rugby boysā i say shakily, my voice coming out in waves and a hushed whisper.
claire turned around looking at me puzzled, āis that a problem? wow, you act like youāve never talked to a boyā
i stay silent, my eyes downcast, claireās widen.
āoh my god! youāve never talked to a boy?ā claire lets out a little to loud for my liking, attracting attention of passer-byās, claire clears her throat and says a little quieter āsorry. that was a little loud. but oh my god, how? what? when?ā
i chuckle at her shocked expression āone at time, pleaseā i say jokingly, ridding a bit of the nerves inside of me.
āiāve never really being in the position to talk to boys,ā y/n says discreetly ābefore i moved here i went to an all girls school, i never had any friends, boys or girls. the only boy i talk to is my dadā she explained to claire, self-deprecatingly.
realisation dawned on claire, her eyes lighting up with something that looks too much like pity for my liking āoh wow i didnāt know, there good guysā she said looking back at the table with the rowdy boys āa little loud and some obnoxious. but there good peopleā
i take my first step forward, my nerves dissipating as my body moves forward, with claire on tow. somehow i make it over to the table filled with chattering boys, a red headed girl, and a brunette. they all stop to look at me.
luckily claire takes the lead by introducing everybody to me. āeverybody this is y/n. sheās new to our school, weāre in maths together. this is johnny. gibsie. hugh, ignore him. patrick. and then shannon and katieā her subtle remark at hugh makes me believe theyāre related in some way, plus the way her voice piqued up at the mention of katie and shannon makes me believe theyāre her favourites.
me and claire sit down next to each other, i pull in my chair while the gang goes back to talking, not all of them. the loudest of them all stays quiet, heās looking at me, we make eye contact, i look down suddenly finding my hands very interesting.
āso your new, are ya?,ā gibsies loud voice brought the tables attention to us. i reply, my voice small compared to his. gibsie noticed my accent as did the rest of the table, āthatās a funny accent, where you from?ā gibsie asked, the table piqued interest at his question.
i told him where me and my family had moved from, gibsies face lightened up with recognition, āah, so your a n/t girl, i always did like thoseā gibsies words cause a stir in my stomach, i look at him, heās smirking and his eyes are shining with mischief, this must be a game he plays often with new girls. flirting with them until they fall at his feet.
āreally? cause iāve never been a fan of irish boys myselfā i say, watching his face pale. gibsie looks at me stunned while claire breaks into laughter.
āsheās just kidding gibsie. looks like we have another joker among usā claire aims at me, i look back at her and offer her a smile.
i turn my head back to find gibsie already looking at me, i raise my eyebrows at him in mock question āsomething wrong, gibsie?ā i ask teasingly.
ānope. nothing at allā he replies, the table turning back to idle chitter chatter, without the input from gerard gibson for the first time in his life because he was to busy thinking of me.
almost finished my gerard gibson fic after a month, will be posted today, itās barely 500 words but i just need to get it out there after itās been so long.
my family have never taken my alcoholism seriously, which developed after my dad died. whenever my sister and i go out, she's always trying to prompt me into drinking because it's just one drink or we're celebrating. i had a relapse a month ago, my mum found the alchohol in my room, realised im drinking again, and has bought me alcohol for christmas. either they think my problem isn't serious, or they dont understand what alcholism is.
i'm on season 7 of desperate housewives. i love womens football. my dog recently passed. i'm trying to quit smoking. i'm reading the binding 13 series. i can't wait for christmas. i recently went out for the first time in a while. i work night shifts. i recently got back into writing. sundays are my favourite day. my brother is my favourite person. i don't have any friends. i read to escape.
if anybodies wondering the issue of the man i work with has settled, only problem is that heās a man i work with so itās awkward as hell when i see him, i havenāt even made eye contact his way.
just found out iām off work christmas day, boxing day, and new yearās day. i work nights so it wouldnāt have bothered me, but at least now i donāt have to worry about going to bed super early on christmas night and i can enjoy it with my family!
Before the wolf
Summary:Living his life without you, would you still even love Bucky before he became the white wolf?
warnings:None apart probably pure angst(wouldn't call it good but it's still angstš¤·š»āāļø)
wc:786
a/n:Yeah I had no clue where this was going but I had planned for it be based of off the song 'Harvest Moon' so try spot where the lyrics of the song come in
A range of chirps and cries echoed through the Wakandan forest. The animals' calls harmonised in a comforting melody as Bucky sat on the grass outside his hut, letting the moon watch over him. A distant tune started up in his mind as he watched the horses trot around their paddocks. Someone he used to know would dance like they were made to. You. The fog in his mind cleared when the memories of you and him in the 40s weaselled into his mind once again.
The first ever memory he gained of you was the day Steve got him to try out some new diner with a big dance floor. His eyes landed on you the moment the door swung open, your heels clicking in rhythm as your skirt swayed effortlessly with your body. Safe to say you were the first and last girl to catch and hold James 'Bucky' Barnes's attention and love. He can still remember the gleam in your smile as you practically skipped over to introduce yourself. Somehow you got the courage to ask for a dance with this handsome stranger, and your voice was the sweetest thing Bucky had ever experienced. Throughout your relationship with Bucky, dancing had been a constant ā each date night would include you both swaying in each other's arms or even simply late at night barely rocking to the old record humming in his apartment.
The dewy grass under his hand brought him back into his cruel reality. How long had he been in the cloud of his mind? The light pink sunset had turned back into a dark night. The moon and stars twinkling above ā the type of twinkle that would stop you in your tracks to turn your gaze to the sky.Ā
Would you even love him through this? You had once told him you'd love him through the war as you lay skin to skin with him. Was this the war you were talking about?Ā
The horses' neighs became more pronounced as Bucky observed; you had once told him that you would want to come back as one. He thought it was weird, but you just said, "Horses are loyal; they'll do anything for you, but they will make their thoughts clear, especially if they don't like something, Buck," as you led him by his hand towards the paddock you used to have. He knows you would've loved the horses Wakanda has, especially the mare that's sassy with everyone apart from Bucky when he strolls down to see her. The love you showed Bucky and the love you made him show will forever linger in him, like a chained-up prisoner that can't help but laugh in pity at themselves.Ā
The worst part of this ghastly situation is that Bucky didn't even know what happened to you after he got shipped out for war. Did you wait like a loyal dog at the train station at which he left after your last passionate kiss, or did you find a way to move on? Bucky couldn't stay on those thoughts; each stung him to think about. All he hoped is that you found some sort of happiness during a peaceful death; after all, Bucky promised to provide you with eternal happiness for each breath he takes.Ā
Tears pricked his eyes suddenly, reminding him of the red roses he said he'd bring back when he returns home. Now you got to experience the beauty of the afterlife while Bucky's subjected to whatever punishment the universe deemed you too good for. At least it was him and not you, right?
His left shoulder ached in the moonlight ā his karma for being so foolish as to ship off to war without you. The woven scarf on his shoulder desperately trying to hide the pain from others. Not even the part of him that held his symbol of forever was with him.Ā
Maybe you died the moment he lost his left arm along with the silver band that held his finger tightly. But then again, maybe you both will reunite in the afterlife if you keep your wedding rings on because even with his memories hazy, Bucky Barnes knows he'd never break his forever promise.Ā
At last the white wolf cowered back into his dim hut. Nothing physical could represent who he was; that was the thing he had you for. And so the white wolf resided on the small bed he was gifted; he thought if he was back to being Bucky Barnes, sergeant of the 107th, then maybe the universe wouldn't be so cruel as to strip you away.
One final voice fluttered in the soft breeze, "Goodnight, Bucky." Your soft voice spoke as fast as it came. Was it finally Bucky's time to reunite with your benevolent soul, or was he being tricked into what he could've had if he wasn't the Winter Soldier?
awful and scary news ; this guy from work asked for my number, i thought it was more of a friend thing, but then he kept complimenting me, and now hes been asking me over to his house, keep in mind i've only known this man for a few weeks, so i don't feel safe + closeted lesbian, and now when i dont reply fast enough he's starting to get really offended. i'm thinking of telling him i have a boyfriend to try and get rid of him. i need advice because i feel like this is goint to end badly.
and now he says this, i havenāt opened it yet i really need advice, i could politely reject, maybe say i have a bf but then it would be awkward at work so idk what to do, this has never happened to be before weāre iāve felt threatened.
i've mesaged my ex bf (yes im a closeted lesbian and yes i have an ex boyfriend, lets talk about it) asking for advice and i feel a little safer knowing somebody knows whats going on.
awful and scary news ; this guy from work asked for my number, i thought it was more of a friend thing, but then he kept complimenting me, and now hes been asking me over to his house, keep in mind i've only known this man for a few weeks, so i don't feel safe + closeted lesbian, and now when i dont reply fast enough he's starting to get really offended. i'm thinking of telling him i have a boyfriend to try and get rid of him. i need advice because i feel like this is goint to end badly.
and now he says this, i havenāt opened it yet i really need advice, i could politely reject, maybe say i have a bf but then it would be awkward at work so idk what to do, this has never happened to be before weāre iāve felt threatened.
awful and scary news ; this guy from work asked for my number, i thought it was more of a friend thing, but then he kept complimenting me, and now hes been asking me over to his house, keep in mind i've only known this man for a few weeks, so i don't feel safe + closeted lesbian, and now when i dont reply fast enough he's starting to get really offended. i'm thinking of telling him i have a boyfriend to try and get rid of him. i need advice because i feel like this is goint to end badly.
media ; desperate housewives, greys anatomy, boys of tommen, stardew valley, the invisible life of addie larue, taylor swift, the book thief, legacy of gods series, devils night series, rom coms, the good place, new girl, dead poets society, romeo and juliet, alice in wonderland, glee, avengers.
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