#and he's very nhc looking

[ngeng]

sometimes, he looks like he belongs in new hope club

[whatsonmymind03]

Ko Kyung-Jun x fem!reader

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AN: this is my very first ever fic, after years of reading fanfic I decided to write one for kyung-jun since there are not enough fics out there for him. I love NHC and cha woo min. This is purely self-indulgent and I will possibly continue this story Idk, but feedback would be greatly valued and appreciated as it’s my first time writing a fic (and also posting on tumblr lol)

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It’s absolutely pouring out as you leave the school building. Rain rapidly falls down in pellets, wetting you a bit before you can fully open your black and white polka dotted umbrella. You’re squinting through the thick rain, hearing splashes from the footsteps of students rushing to get home or catch the bus. You lived about a ten minute walking distance from school and began your uncomfortable wet trek home. Your zip up hoodie is not enough to shield you from the cold going through you. After about half way home, you see a figure some ways ahead casually walking in the rain. No umbrella and not even a hood. What struck you the most was how casually he appeared. Hands in his pockets and hair seemingly plastered to his head from the rain and just simply walking. Not even a jog to get home. You start picking up your pace a bit, curious to how they don’t seem to care that they will most certainly catch a bad cold from their endeavor, and you suddenly stop. A splash emits below you from your sudden stop as you see more clearly that infamous green windbreaker.

Ko Kyung-Jun.

And it wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him walking home from school. You weren’t sure where exactly he lived, but on several occasions you would spot him walking home, sometimes with his little gang. He seemed to live a bit further than you as you would turn down a side street where as he would keep going. You rarely interact with him. Both in school and on your walks home. You would usually try to walk a great distance behind him and his gang, trying to be discreet, but on some occasions where you left school first you would be in their view on their way home. Kim Jin-Ha and Shin Seung-Bin would sometimes yell out to you, trying to pick on you or start an altercation, but oddly enough it never escalated to anything as you would hear Ko Kyung-Jun slap them on their heads and tell them to knock it off. You never knew what you did to warrant a pass from bullying from the Ko Kyung-Jun, but you let your curiosity of the boy simmer and remained in your place. Although now you were quite curious about him.

Kyung-Jun stopped in his tracks a few feet ahead after hearing the splash and turned around. You slowly looked up to meet his eyes and noticed an odd expression. He didn’t really seem angry, which he always seemed. Or pissed off which he always seemed. He did look a bit annoyed though, which he also always seemed. But, this time he also looked… defeated? You suddenly felt some sort of tug on your heart. He didn’t seem okay, who casually walks uncovered in a rainstorm? His eyebrows pinched together. Ah, there’s that pissed off expression brewing. Before he could even say anything, which probably would’ve been to tell you to fuck off, you ran up to him.

Stopping a bit in front of him, he took a step back looking down at you, now just confused as to why you would even think to go near him, and then you suddenly jerk the umbrella upwards so it was mainly covering his head. You felt the rain hit you hard on the part of your head and body that wasn’t being covered by the umbrella.

“Here.” You thrusted the umbrella a bit more for emphasis. “Use this. You’re completely drenched. Don’t you know you’re going to get sick uncovered in this rain?” You felt uncomfortable now from said rain, but the next street was the one you turned down, you’d be able to run the rest home without the umbrella. He still had some ways to go.

He’s now looking at you like you’re crazy, and maybe you are. He shoves your hand away, having to duck a bit under the umbrella to get out of it due to his tall frame.

“I don’t want your fucking umbrella or your concern. You’re not my mother.” He scoffed and began turning around.

“Why? Is it because it’s polka dotted?” You honestly were asking, considering he would be the type to make a comment on it.

He glanced up at it now, not realizing the pattern before. He scoffed again, feeling a bit amused by your question. “Yeah, if you’re so concerned I’m going to get sick, go get me a plain black one then.” He smirked down at you, the rain having now completely stuck some hairs to his face, covering his eyes a bit.

You frowned a bit at his remark and went to get beside him, reaching the umbrella up once more. “You just seem pretty cold… and soaked. I know that’s an uncomfortable feeling for anybody.” Your expression never wavered as the two of you stared at each other. You didn’t really know what came over you, but a part of you felt bad for Kyung-Jun. There had to be a reason for his actions and bad reputation. A kindness deep inside him begging to be released. And maybe there was a small part of you that also found him very attractive…

“Take it. And you can give it back to me tomorrow at school.” His eyebrow raised at the command, “or don’t…” You faltered a bit at his intense stare. “You can keep it if you do happen to secretly like polka dots.” You stuck out your tongue at him playfully on impulse, dropping the umbrella and completely getting out from under it. You just teased and stuck your tongue out at Ko Kyung-Jun. You suddenly felt embarrassed, you were definitely going to get it. He caught the umbrella on reflex and watched you start to jog away, instantly getting soaked. He stared up at the polka dots and reluctantly put it above his head. As you jogged off, he noticed something before you turned down your street. It only took him a few of his long strides to catch up to you. He reached out to grab the unused hood from your zip up and roughly pulled it up over your head. You suddenly turned around surprised, putting your hand to your now covered head. You totally forgot you had a hood.

“Idiot. Don’t you know you’re going to get sick uncovered in this rain?” Mimicking, or mocking your words from earlier, he smirked at you as he started walking ahead. Before turning around, he suddenly felt a giddy feeling wash over him. His smirk dropped and was replaced with a poke of his tongue, so fast if you blinked at that exact moment you would’ve missed it. You stared at him in disbelief over his behavior. He continued on ahead with his polka dot umbrella, feeling his mood a bit lightened. He’s the real idiot, doesn’t he have his own hood he didn’t use either? As you continued on towards your house, you couldn’t help but feel more curious about Kyung-Jun, like you wanted to open him up and peer inside, while also feeling your heart speed up and suddenly your cheeks feel very hot…

[fulokis]

Every once in a while I remember that once a coworker told me that the NHC is a very useful tool during hurricane season and all I could think of while he was talking about it was “I know more than you.” Of course I wasn’t sure how to break the news to him that I’ve known about the nhc for years even tho previously I had no reason other than morbid curiosity to look at the outlooks

[neighborlyhomecarepa]

Why Do You Need In-Hospital Care?

When you have loved ones in the hospital, you want them to have the best care possible. In fact you expect that they will get better care in the hospital than at home because they can rest and have experts looking out for them 24/7. Most nurses and doctors o care about their patients very much, but even when they do, family members have many reasons for wanting professional in-hospital care for loved ones. We recently received this message from someone who felt just this way.

Dear NHC, I am so glad that companies like you exist to provide care for people in the hospital. I never really thought that in-hospital care was something necessary, because I imagined that hospitals offer 24-hours-a-day watchfulness and care. My only personal experience with a hospital stay was for delivery of my children, and we did have exceptional care (aside from being woken up at all hours, of course). But I was alert and aware of everything, and I could speak for myself.

My understanding of the importance of in-hospital care was really sharpened recently when my father had to be hospitalized. He had an ulcer that led to the discovery of cancer and the past year has held several emergency room and hospital stays for him. What we learned was that while most of the health professionals do care about their patients and about providing excellent care, having just one or two who fall short can lead to traumatic experiences for patients who are unable to advocate for themselves. I will just give a couple of examples.

Biases on Pain Management Needs

No one can really know what another person is feeling, and the nurses would often ask “What’s your pain level from 1-10?” Then they would administer what they felt was the appropriate pain relief. We would have a nurse in charge all day who would let us know that she was giving a certain medication, and that if he needed additional pain management, other additional options would be available. Thus, my father’s pain would be managed throughout the day.

Then the night nurse would come on duty with completely different ideas. My dad would express that he had pain, and the nurse would say that he had to wait x number of hours or that he could only have Tylenol. For a man over 70, who’d just finished cancer treatments and was in the hospital for double pneumonia with a tube in his chest for collapsed lung, why should she have the right to decide he could only have Tylenol when the doctor and other nurses had felt that he might need stronger meds for full pain coverage? She even argued with us when we let her know that we knew his allowances. If we had not been there, she would have allowed him to endure unnecessary pain.

Distraction

One instance that traumatized my father has forced us to insist they let one of us stay overnight with him during his hospitalization. As related to us by him in distress, in the early hours of the morning, a nurse came to tell him that she was going to bathe him. She undressed him and then a doctor came in. She left him as he was, the doctor did whatever he needed to do, and then the nurse didn’t come back. For an undetermined amount of time he shivered, sitting in the room’s chair, until finally someone came in and found him freezing and dressed him. When my father hears that a hospital visit is necessary, he becomes afraid and sometimes tearful, which is just so hard to see.

Misdiagnoses

Misdiagnoses might be the wrong word, but at the end of my father’s most recent visit to the hospital, he was on oxygen the entire time. And we were told that he would need oxygen at home too. But when the day finally came, someone new came to examine him and said that he didn’t qualify for oxygen. Of course we questioned that decision, and in the end he did have to take oxygen home, and 3 weeks later he still relies on it to keep his levels safe.

The bottom line is that we talked to each other about how hospitalizations must be when no family is there to advocate for their loved ones. It’s common because of course people have to work, take care of young children and families at home, and because usually, the hospitals frown on having people stay overnight unless they are actual patients. Thank you for providing in-hospital care services so that vulnerable people have someone looking out for them!

All my best, MS

Neighborly Home Care Offers In-Hospital Care in Pennsylvania and Delaware

As our friend made obvious, vulnerable people are often unable to question or protest their care. If they are in pain or unable to speak, they have to accept whatever treatment the on-duty staff provides. We know that most health care professionals care deeply about their patients, but some think or act differently than we would expect when taking care of our loved ones. If you or a loved one has an upcoming hospital stay planned, contact us to learn more about our caregiver in-hospital care options, because having someone to advocate for you or your loved one gives peace of mind about the stay. Our caregivers take notes about what doctors say, and can relate concerns to and from family members who are unable to stay in the hospital with their loved ones. We also offer post-procedure care at home for those who need a little help once returning home from a hospital stay.

Blog is originally published at: https://www.neighborlyhomecare.com/why-do-you-need-in-hospital-care/

It is republished with the permission from the author.

[sock-hops]

Yep, definitely a few sharp teeth for Tango!

Also, I must regretfully inform you in the same ask that Xisuma too has purple eyes

Who else has purple eyes that I’m not aware of?!!

[fortuositywritings]

New Hope Club 11.Know Me Too Well

Summary: You and Wanda try to pretend you’re both good but certain people know you too well.

Warnings: Cursing, drinking

NHC Masterlist  Song

“This is ridiculous, Wanda. Are you seriously going to keep ignoring me?”

Silence.

“Oh my god. You are so childish. How long are you going to give me the silent treatment?”

Silence.

“Why are you so angry that I have a crush on your ex girlfriend when I didn’t even know she was your girlfriend?”

“Have?!” Wanda finally breaks.

Pietro corrects himself quickly, “Had!”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was Y/N you liked after you figured out we had a thing going on?” Wanda inquires, quite angrily at that, which Pietro found absurd. He wasn’t the bad guy here.

He scoffs, “If by ‘thing’ you mean cheating on your boyfriend with her without her knowledge, then sure you had a thing.”

That was the wrong thing to say. She storms out of the kitchen, leaving her snacks on the island, but not before throwing the deadliest glare at her brother. Pietro can forget about making up with Wanda any time soon. He jumps at the sound of Wanda’s bedroom door slamming shut. 

Then he hears his dad step out of his home office. Wanda is about to get in trouble for slamming the door and it makes Pietro a little happy that Wanda is getting some kind of reprimandation for something. 

He doesn’t want to stick around for it though. He calls up Shuri and invites her to the New Hope Club because he still has to work some frustrations out and hitting some tennis balls sounds like it’d help. 

You haven’t seen Wanda around lately. Ever since the tennis match, it’s as if she’s fallen off the face of the earth. There have been two group hangs that Wanda hasn’t gone to. Not that you noticed or anything (of course you noticed). You think about what she could possibly be doing the entire time. 

Christmas comes and goes so fast. You’d assume that spending time with your family would keep her off your mind, but when your brother is opening his gift from you and hugging you tight in thanks, thoughts of Wanda and the possible gifts you could have gotten her intrude. You shake them off and go to open your presents. 

The following day, you go over to Natasha and Yelena’s house. There, you continue with the presents. For this one, your friends decided to do a white elephant gift exchange. There was a price limit but of course Nat had to break it. Bucky and you fight for it  but in the end Steve gets Nat’s gift. Yelena of course complains that her gift would have been cooler than Nat’s if she cheated too. 

A movie is set up in their theater room. Yes, they have a theater room. You and Peter tease Nat about it. You two can never let up. 

“What I would do to have a room like this in my house,” you comment.

“This is like my entire apartment. I could live in here,” Peter laughs and tells you how that would be possible.

“One day, I’ll have one of these and I know just how to do it,” you say.

“And how’s that?” Yelena asks.

“I’ll just marry your sister,” you tease. Yelena makes a displeased face. Everyone laughs when Nat says, “I’ll pass.”

“Wow, Yelena and now you. You can’t let me catch a break. How am I meant to marry rich now?” You shake your head. 

“You can marry Jean,” Nat suggests. 

“Who’s Jean?” Bucky asks in that ‘ooh, gossip’ voice. 

“She’s just a friend,” you answer. 

“A friend who wants in Y/N’s pants,” Nat laughs. 

You tell her she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. The boys are suddenly very invested. Steve asks what she looks like. 

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see her really soon. She’ll be here in like five minutes,” Yelena informs.

“What?!”

“Oh, yeah. I invited her over.” Yelena shrugs like it’s no big deal but by the smirk on her face, you know she did this on purpose to tease you. 

“Ooh, we get to meet Y/N’s girlfriend?” Steve jokes. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you deny. 

“Right. I guess we know Y/N has a type now. Girls with rich daddies,” Bucky quips. He, Steve, and Peter crack up, not knowing he’s brought up a sensitive topic for you. Yelena grimaces, Nat observes your reaction, and you chuckle awkwardly. 

“Ain’t that the truth,” you mutter. Yelena snorts at that and Nat smiles. The boys don’t know about Wanda and you but they laugh at your joke anyway thinking you’re talking about the sisters and Jean. 

The doorbell rings. Yelena goes to get Jean. Steve and Bucky introduce themselves. Natasha needs no introduction because apparently Jean was over a few days ago to pick up Yelena for the last group hang with Jean’s friends and you. Bucky gives you a sly thumbs up when Jean isn’t looking, which you shake your head at. 

But of course, your brain doesn’t let you enjoy yourself because you are thinking how this could have easily been Wanda had she been honest from the get go. You try not to think about it too much, but Nat is very observant. At the end of the day as everyone gets ready to leave, Nat pulls you aside and asks what’s wrong. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you lie. She gives you a look and you sigh. “I just can’t get Wanda out of my head and before you remind me, I know what she did and I know I need to forget about her but moving on is harder than I thought.”

“Do you want to move on?” Nat asks.

“What?”

“Do you want to move on?” she repeats.

“Of course I do.”

“From my point of view, I’m not so sure, because standing over there is a beautiful, kind girl who seems to be interested in you and I’m not seeing you jump on this opportunity,” Nat says, pointing over at where Yelena and Jean are talking. 

“All I am saying is if you want to move on then you have to move on. It doesn’t have to be Jean. It can be anyone, but from what Yelena’s told me, Jean is a great girl and you’d be dumb to let her pass by,” Nat finishes. 

You nod in understanding and she pats your shoulder. You both head to the front door. The plan is that Nat would give you a ride but then Jean is offering and you take what Nat said seriously, so you accept. 

Jean pulls up to your house and you decide to get it done with and ask her out. “Are you going to the Maximoff’s New Year Party?”

“Yeah, are you?”

“That depends. Do you want to go there together?” you ask.

She nods. “Yeah, of course. No worries. Does anyone else need a ride?”

You clear your throat and clarify, “No, I meant, do you want to go to the party with me? Like together.”

“Like a date?” she asks, smiling, finding the way you are asking to be cute.

“Yes. Like that,” you confirm. 

“I would love to be your date for the party,” she answers. 

You release a sigh she takes as one of relief but you don’t know if it’s relief or disappointment. You give her a smile anyway, as you exit the car. “Okay! Cool. I -uh, I’ll see you then. Wait! How fancy is this thing?”

“Wear whatever you are comfortable in. I have no doubt you’ll look great. I’ll pick you up at 7!” she tells you before she drives off. 

“That didn’t answer my question,” you reply after she’s gone. 

You text Nat and Yelena, telling them you’ve got a date with Jean. Nat congratulates you and Yelena sends back a thumbs up. You ask them what you should wear but they are no help either. Both girls argue about how dressed up you should go. Nat says to not try so hard but dress nicer than you would for a regular party so you can leave Jean drooling over you. Yelena says that Jean isn’t like that to care so much about looks but that you should wear something you can dance in, not something so tight and uncomfortable. 

The guys are no help either. Ned tries helping by asking you what kind of look you want to go for. He sends you photos from the internet of people at different events like a gala, a nightclub, a red carpet event. He leaves you with more questions than answers. You do have the number of someone who would know exactly what kind of party dress you should wear.

You dial and he picks up after two rings.

“Y/N! Not that I don’t like hearing your pretty voice, but is there a reason you are calling and not texting me?”

Wanda’s ears perk up at your name. She lingers picking out something from the fridge as she eavesdrops on her brother’s conversation. He sits on the island eating cereal but pauses to help you out. 

“Oh, I’m glad to hear you’re coming. You can finally see my room!” he exclaims, excitedly. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Wanda mumbles under her breath. Thinking of you in Pietro’s room when she knows Pietro had a crush on you makes her uncomfortable, though she knows her brother wouldn’t actually try anything on you because of what you two had. 

“I’ll send you some pictures of last year’s so you can get a better idea and if you don’t have anything, you could just borrow something from Jean. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Ugh, Jean. Wanda has nothing against Jean. She’s a good person but she’s dating you now so obviously Wanda has not so friendly wishes towards her. 

“Oh, yeah. You want to surprise her, huh?” Pietro teases when you tell him you can’t ask to borrow something from Jean when she’s going to be your date. You tell him you’ll borrow something from Nat and Yelena. “Okay. I’ll send you those photos. See you tomorrow.” 

He hangs up and Wanda quickly goes back to rummaging through the refrigerator, pretending she didn’t hear anything. 

“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” Pietro tells her. 

She clears her throat and shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Pietro smirks. “Mhmm. Then why have you been holding cilantro in your hand for the past five minutes?” 

She looks at her hand and sure enough, there’s cilantro. She plays it off, “I’m thinking of making something with it. What’s it to you?”

He throws his hands up defensively. “I’ve never seen you cook in my life, but okay.”

She scoffs, “What are you talking about? I cook plenty. I made paprikash remember.”

“You mean Mom made it while you stood next to her on your phone,” he chuckles. 

“Whatever.” She gives up and puts the cilantro back. She grabs a yogurt and pretends to read the label. “So, Y/N is coming to the party?”

“Yep.” Pietro resumes eating his cereal without giving Wanda any more details. He knows his sister well enough that he waits for her to press for more. 

“Oh. So, is she coming with Jean or …?” Wanda tries hard not to sound invested in the answer but fails spectacularly. 

“Yep.”

Wanda is quickly growing irritated by Pietro’s one worded answers, but she tries to keep it cool. After all, she shouldn’t care whether or not you’ll bring someone to the party. You made it abundantly clear that you want nothing to do with Wanda and that you are happy moving on with Jean. 

It’s time Wanda lets you go, but it’s so damn hard. She’ll just have to fake it til she makes it. “Oh. That’s good. They’re cute together. I’m glad she’s found someone like Jean. Jean’s a good one.”

Pietro can’t believe the words coming out of his sister’s mouth. “Come on, Wanda. You really expect me to believe you are okay with Y/N dating someone else?”

“Of course. I’m fine. She can date whoever she wants. I didn’t really care that much,” she blatantly lies. She almost chokes on her yogurt, finding it hard to swallow with the knot in her throat. She needs to get out of the kitchen before her eyes betray her and shed the tears she’s holding back. “I’ve got homework to do. I’ll be in my room.”

She leaves, taking her yogurt with her. Pietro shakes his head in disappointment. He wonders how his sister got away lying to you for so long. Were you really that naive? Her excuses are terrible. What homework does Wanda have on break?

Wanda holes herself in her room and tries to mentally prepare herself for when she sees you and Jean at her house. On New Year’s Eve, she wakes up early. She has breakfast with her family before everyone splits ways for a busy day. 

Her father and mother get the house ready and by that she means they supervise and boss people they hired around to get the house ready. Wanda takes a shower and takes her time getting ready. She doesn’t know what she’ll do when she sees you again. She can’t exactly disappear like she always does given that it’s her house. 

Wanda plans to avoid you and Jean as best she can. She’ll talk to other people and distract herself. If you two cross paths, she’ll give a courteous “hello, thanks for coming. Enjoy the evening” and move on. 

That’s the plan anyway, until she actually sees you and Jean walk in. You look around the room and spot Wanda right away. She’s already staring back at you, jaw dropped. You are absolutely breathtaking. Jean said so herself when she picked you up, to which you simply smiled and complimented her back, but seeing Wanda’s reaction makes your cheeks flush. 

“Fuck,” Wanda says under her breath. A waiter passes by with a tray of glasses of champagne. Wanda takes one and drinks it at once. This is going to be a long night.  

The hours to midnight go by painfully slowly. It would be easy to drink the night away but Wanda paces herself. Her parents are around after all. She makes her rounds talking to different guests but her attention always strays from the conversation. No matter where she is or who she talks to, they cannot hold her attention like you do. 

Her eyes always find you. You who smiles and laughs as some guest recounts a funny happenstance to you and Jean. Jean who is always by your side, for some reason having to touch you somehow, whether it be a hand on your shoulder, your hip, or your back, driving Wanda insane. 

Busy throwing glares at Jean every 15 minutes, Wanda doesn’t notice how you sneak a peek at her. You almost get caught staring by your date when you don’t reply when someone asks you a question, but you redirect her gaze quickly before she looks over to see who you were staring at. 

You feel bad. You are here with Jean but you’re not truly present. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. You think about leaving but then Pietro comes over excitedly and asks you to see his room. Wanda watches as you and Jean follow Pietro to his room. 

He gives you the tour. You hang out in there for about half an hour before Jean suggests you head back down to the party. It seems that Wanda is not the only one who noticed you two leave with Pietro and return after some time. She hears someone mutter something, getting the wrong idea. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but her temper gets the best of her and she comes to your defense.

“Y/N is a nice girl. She and my brother are just friends. Since when is it a crime to want to show your friends your room? Even if your assumptions were true, it’s none of your business. Keep those comments to yourself,” she sneers at some thirty something year old in front of his wife and colleague before storming off. 

She heads over to the bar and asks for some water. She realizes she shouldn’t have snapped like that but she doesn’t regret chewing his head off for making those comments. A grown man should know to mind his business, especially when Wanda, sister of the guy he’s talking about, is standing right there. 

She hangs at the bar for a while, making small talk with whoever comes to get a drink. Midnight approaches and everyone is excitedly counting down the seconds to the New Year while Wanda is counting down the minutes til this party is over. 

When they get to zero, everyone cheers in celebration. Couples are kissing left and right and unfortunately for Wanda, dead center is Jean pulling you into a kiss. It’s a small peck but it’s enough for Wanda to turn around and order the strongest drink from the bar. 

While Wanda gets her pity party going, you are pulling Jean to the side to talk to her. Her kissing you only made you realize it’s not her lips you want and that maybe this wasn’t the way to get over Wanda. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I like you, I do, but I don’t think I like you like that. To be honest, I’m just getting over a break up, or not really a break up, but a heart break, and I don’t think I’m ready to move on just yet. I’m sorry if I lead you on. I don’t want to do that. You’re a good person and you deserve someone who is ready to commit fully and give you all their attention, but that’s not me right now,” you ramble, nervously. 

You worry you’ve upset Jean when she doesn’t say anything, but then she chuckles and says in a tone of relief, “Oh thank god.”

“What?” you ask, confused at her reaction. You figured she’d be yelling at you or just leave you there, but she’s laughing.

“I didn’t want to say anything cause I was afraid I would hurt your feelings, but that kiss was weird,” she confesses.

Suddenly, you take offense. “Excuse me.”

“Not that you’re a bad kisser or anything,” she starts. You mumble, “I’m a great kisser.”

“But it felt like a friendly kiss more than anything. Like kissing someone on a dare. Do you know what I mean?” she clarifies.

She couldn’t have explained it better. You sigh, disappointed it’s turned out this way. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

“Damn, we would have made a hot couple,” she jokes and you laugh agreeing with her. She’s curious about something you said. “So, who is this person you can’t get over?”

“Promise not to tell?” you say. She holds up a pinky as a reply. You giggle and then tell her, “Wanda.”

Jean’s eyes widen and she throws a hand over her mouth in shock. “Oh, my god! That makes so much sense!”

You tell her to hush when people look over at you two. She calms down and explains to you after you ask what she means by that, “Wanda and I have never been close but we’ve always been friendly until as of late, I catch her glaring at me all the time. I kept trying to think of what I did wrong but now it’s all coming together. So wait, why aren’t you two together? You’re still hung up on her and she clearly isn’t over you.”

You tell Jean everything that went down between you and Wanda. Meanwhile, Wanda is trying to convince the bartender to let her have another drink after he’s cut her off.

“And she’s out there kissing someone else that is not me and it hurts, Jackson,” she whines.

“It’s Jason,” the bartender corrects her, not amused. 

She ignores this and continues, “And I know it’s my fault, okay? I can still hear her slamming the door.”

She replays your goodbye that night in her head. The guilty look on her face lets Jason know that Wanda isn’t lying when she says she was the one who messed up. “Don’t look at me like that. I get it. I’m a bad person. I was selfish but I was happy and I know she was happy too. But now I spend my weekends trying to get her off my mind, but tell me, Jackson, how am I supposed to do that when she’s everywhere and she’s with someone else?”

Jason sighs. He’s had his own fair share of heartbreaks in high school not so long ago. He can tell this is this girl’s first one. “Listen. I know it hurts like a bitch right now, but alcohol is not going to help you. When you wake up in the morning, you’ll still be hurting and worse, you’ll be nursing a hangover. This girl you love, do you really think she’ll ever want you back when she looks at you and sees you worse than you were before?”

Wanda shakes her head slowly. She sighs, “I don’t think she’ll ever have me back.”

“Not like this she won’t,” her brother’s voice appears, coming to rescue the bartender from dealing with an inebriated Wanda. If Pietro can tell Wanda is drunk from yards away, it won’t take too long for other guests to catch on and then snitch to their parents. 

“Come on, you’ve had enough. Let’s get you to bed.” He pries the empty glass from her hand and gives it to the bartender. Pietro tugs on Wanda’s arm. Wanda wobbles but puts her foot down refusing to leave. “What? What now? What do you need? You want water? We’ll get you water.”

Wanda shakes her head. “I want Y/N.”

Pietro rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know that. Even Jason here knows that. If I let you stay any longer, the whole damn room will know that. Let’s go.”

“No, I want Y/N. I want to talk to Y/N.” She raises her voice. She leans back on the bar, crossing her arms. Two nosy guests start staring at Wanda and whisper to themselves. Pietro, not wanting a scene, relents. “Fuck. Fine. Stay here with Jason. Jason, don’t let her wander.”

Jason nods and gives Wanda some water while she waits as Pietro goes to find you. He sees you in deep conversation with Jean. “Hey, sorry to interrupt. Y/N, can I borrow for a minute?”

Pietro pulls you away from Jean and lets you know what is going on. “Look, I know you might not want to talk to her but I just need your help getting her to her room. I don’t want her to cause a scene and she refuses to go without seeing you, apparently. It’ll take like two minutes. Please.”

You’d rather not but Pietro is pleading with you and he’s your friend so you tell Jean you’ll be right back and follow Pietro to the bar. When Wanda sees you approach, her eyes light up and for a second it almost feels like old times when you two were together. Almost. 

Then you’re close enough to smell the alcohol on her when she smiles and calls your name, “Y/N.”

You clear your throat to shake off the nerves as you reply, “Wanda.”

You swear you can feel people stare at you talking to Wanda. You think even the bartender seems invested in this. Then Wanda starts crying, taking you all aback. 

“I’m so sorry I hurt you. I never wanted to do that. You have to believe me,” she starts with tears rolling down her cheeks. She looks so sad. You want to listen to her but she’s drunk and people are starting to stare. You can see Pietro starting to panic, so you act quickly.

“Okay, Wanda. Hey, hey. Don’t cry,” you soothe her, trying to calm her down. You step into her space in an attempt to hide her from everyone and brush the tears off her face. “We can talk in your room. Come on. Just breathe. No crying, alright?”

She takes a shaky breath before nodding. Once you’re confident she won’t spill any more tears, you step back and allow Pietro to help her to her room as you follow behind them. Wanda looks over her shoulder at least five times along the way to make sure you are still following. 

When you are in her room, you tell Pietro that you’ll help Wanda into bed and ask him to tell Jean you’ll be a little longer. Pietro asks you if you’re sure and when you nod, he thanks you before leaving you and Wanda alone. 

Getting right down to the task, you ask Wanda, “Where are your pajamas?”

She sits on the edge of her bed, just looking up at you like you are some sort of marvelous painting. “You look really pretty tonight.”

Her words make your heart beat faster. You sigh, knowing Wanda is not going to make this easy. You start looking through the drawers of her dresser. “Are they in here?”

“You are easily the most beautiful person in that room,” she continues. You try not to listen and continue looking for some pajamas. 

“Uh-huh.”

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you,” she admits. You gulp nervously. Finally you find where she keeps her pjs. 

“Ah-ha. Here we go.” You pull out some warm pants and a hoodie. You set the clothes down on the bed and help Wanda to her feet. “Come on. Up you go. You think you can dress yourself?”

She nods, much to your relief but then you see her struggle with the zipper and she asks you to help. You unzip the dress for her and shimmies out of it way too fast for you not to see her undressed before turning around. 

She chuckles, “You used to like watching it come off.”

You’re happy she can’t see your face flush. You say her name sternly, “Wanda.”

“Okay, you can turn around now,” she says. She’s changed into her pjs and you realize that the hoodie she’s wearing belongs to you. That little thief. You’ve been looking for that one.

Wanda sees you narrow your eyes at it and realizes she got caught. “Oh, do you want it back? I only kept it ‘cause it smelled like you but it doesn’t anymore.”

You shake your head. “You can keep it. I got a new one.”

That detail reminds Wanda that you are moving on and it upsets her. Sober Wanda would keep quiet but couple-drinks-had Wanda can’t zip her lips. “Does Jean get to wear it?”

“Wanda, don’t start,” you warn her, but she feigns innocence. “Start what? I’m just making friendly conversation.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” you suggest, going around her to pull the covers back.

“Have you got her in bed yet?” You throw your hands on your face and groan as Wanda continues, “Is she good?”

“Wanda, stop,” you command but Wanda carries on stepping closer. “Is it better with her?”

You say nothing, but watch intently as Wanda’s face comes within inches of your own. “Does she make you feel like I did?”

Her hand comes up to hold your face. You don’t push her away. Her thumb caresses your lower lip bringing out a longing sigh and her other hand comes to rest on your hip. You still don’t push her away. 

She closes the distance and it’s not some dramatic passionate kiss. It’s a tender one. One that feels so right that you forget yourself for a moment and kiss her back. One you get lost in, but when her hand moves from your waist to the back of your neck and tugs at your hair, you remember. You push her away. 

Before you can say anything, she’s already apologizing. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.  You have a girlfriend and I’m doing this again.” She runs a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself. “God, I’m a mess. I’m sorry. I’m drunk and it’s not an excuse but I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Yeah. Okay,” is all you can say. You watch as Wanda nods and then settles under the sheets. You both stare at each other for a moment before you try to leave. “I should go.”

“Okay.” When your hand is on the door knob, Wanda calls your name. She gives you a tired smile, already falling asleep. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Yeah, no problem. Try not to need me next time,” you joke, trying to relieve the tension but then Wanda whispers, “Impossible,” and you leave her room with your feelings all over the place. 

You make your way back downstairs. The room is visibly less packed than when you left. People are heading out. You see Jean and Pietro talking and head over to them. Jean sees you first. “Hey! There you are.”

“Here I am. Sorry to keep you waiting,” you apologize. 

“It’s alright. Pietro here was keeping me company,” she replies. 

“Your date here is a terrible dancer,” Pietro jokes. 

Jean scoffs, “You’re just a terrible lead.” She then tells you, “He stepped on my foot like three times.”

You giggle and thank Pietro for distracting Jean. Jean asks if you are ready to leave. You’re tired and you are sure you look so. You nod and then Pietro is grabbing your coats and walking you out. You run into his parents at the door. You and Jean thank them for tonight. They wish you a goodnight and tell Jean to drive safely. You text your parents letting them know you are on your way home.

After parking on the curb, Jean insists on walking you to your door. “You didn’t have to get out of the car. It’s cold outside.”

“What kind of a date would I be if I just left you on the sidewalk?” she says. 

You smile. Jean is going to make someone very happy someday. You’re kind of sad it’s not you because she’s perfect. She can see you hung up about something. “What’s up, Red? What are you thinking?”

“I’m just kind of bummed that we didn’t work out,” you admit.

“Yeah, me too,” she says. “But I’m glad we tried and now we don’t have to wonder.”

You nod and then ask, “We can still hang out right?”

She rolls her eyes and then shoves you playfully. “Of course! You can’t get rid of me that easily. Beer pong partners for life! Besides, your friends are now mine and mine are yours so if you really wanted to get rid of me, you should have thought of that before.

You laugh. “True. True. I think some of them might even like you better than me.”

“Of course they do. I’m awesome,” she says, dusting her shoulders off. 

“Whatever. Get out of here! Thanks for tonight. Text me when you’re home.”

You watch until she’s pulled off the curb and then you make your way inside. You peek your head into your parents’ room and let them know you are here. 

“How was the party?” your mom asks, groggily. 

“It was alright,” you reply. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”

“Okay. Goodnight,” she mumbles.

“Goodnight, mom.”

“Oh, Y/N.” You stop before closing the door fully. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.”

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See? I won’t leave Jean heartbroken. Our girl will too find love. Who do you guys want to see her with though? Peep certain characters that can have a connection with her.

Taglist: @diaryoflife @sunshine278 @tati3001 @musicinourlips @lordesolddepression @upsidedowndanvers @imfuckinggenius @maximoff-jp @hoeforwandanat @chasethemoon @imapotatao @username23345 @olsensnpm @anxietyisgreat @dandelions4us @androgynouscloudenemy

[zumpietoo]

It looks like I was right and Lili did crash diet for a press tour. Or maybe to show Gym D what he is missing. Anyways, body positivity advocate? She's not. I hope she won't longer pretend to care about body image issues. Enough of this fakeness simply for praise.

Or to now attract NHC.....(since clearly NHD has zero interest) and agreed.....also, again, very not good? Advocating hard drugs for MH to her teen followers (as well as her cult)

[imaginesxthevamps]

Okay Brads song literally killed me!

Can you please write a fic where he wrote the song for the reader and sent it to her first as they have been living apart because of the lockdowns and he knew she was struggling and she cried etc but tells him to post it on Instagram 🥺💙

Take it easy | Brad Simpson

Words: 0.5k

Warning: Depression, burn-out

Tags: Bradley Will Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, Brad Simpson imagine, fanfic, fanfiction, request

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Lonely that’s how you felt, how you felt the last few months. The Lockdown has a serious impact on you. You had to do your work at home, you were drowning in your work with no things to look forward to. To make it even worse you couldn’t see your boyfriend, Brad. You had to spend time alone in your own apartment. You missed his touch, his smile, his voice, his everything. You were struggling and he knew it but he felt defeated as he could not help you from this distance. You guys already called every day, but seeing each other on a screen, not even able to kiss each other was not enough. You needed him, all of him and you needed a break.

That’s when you found yourself crying in your room again. The crying started a week ago, you couldn’t be strong anymore. You felt weak and sad, not even being able to stand up from the couch to go to the kitchen to cook some food. Since a few weeks, you were surviving on take-away meals and meals you only had to put in the microwave. Just a simple household chore could consume all your energy. You don’t know how long you can handle the situation until you crash completely.

Suddenly your phone buzzes.

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Bradley💛

Bradley💛: Baby, I know you’re struggling very hard and I wish I could help you. You know I’m here for you, right? I love you

Bradley: Sent a video

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You open the video immediately after you read his message. It was him in the studio with his guitar in his hands.

“Babe, this is for you. I know you’re struggling but please baby take it easy before you crash completely. I’m worried about you, just try to be strong for me. I love you a lot and I miss you so much”

After his short message, he starts playing a song you had never heard before. He wrote it especially for you. After the first lines, tears were streaming down your cheeks. Brad knew exactly what you needed, this. You needed to hear this from him.

After you listened to the song five times in a row, you facetime Brad, who immediately answers the call.

“Babe, this is amazing, this is beautiful”, you say in tears.

“Don’t cry my love, I know you needed this”

“I don’t know if I can keep going, Brad. I’m so tired and lonely”

“I know, I know, you have to take some time off y/n, this is not healthy, you promise okay?”

All you can do is nod and promise Brad to take it easy.

“Brad?”

“Yes?”

“You should post this on Instagram and Twitter, on all your socials okay? This can help people a lot”, you say.

“You sure?”

“Yes, this little song is so beautiful, I can’t keep this for myself”

In response, you see that Brad’s busy on his phone, probably to post the video.

“It’s done”, he says after a few minutes, “Although I left out the message for you because that’s only for you of course”, he smiles.

“Of course”, you say, “What would I do without you?”

“You’re the strongest woman I know, you would definitely make it without me love”

“I’m not so sure, you really are my anchor right now Brad”

“And you’re mine, I will always be here for you, never forget that"

“I can’t wait to see you again”

“Me neither love, but remember, take it easy and everything will be fine. I love you"

"I love you"

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A/N: I hope you like it! Also I know a lot of people are feeling like this, if someone needs a talk or a listening ear you can always dm me!!💕

The Vamps requests are open

Nhc requests closed

[music-my-angel]

Remembering a silly promise

Prompt - Hey could you do a stereo kicks one, where they all meet up after disbanding. Where the boys are doing their own solo projects and some are in bands. (You know, Reece is in NHC, Charlie is in OTA and Casey is in Union J). I would just like one where they all reminisce about when they were a band, all congratulate each other and they all promise each other to stay in contact and never forget each other. Maybe it could be emotional? Thanks xx

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The decision to split up had been unanimous but none of them would argue that life after leaving a band was difficult. When you are in a band, everything you do and every decision you take is altogether but when you are on your own, life can get tough and lonely. That’s exactly what happened to the Stereo Kicks boys. Some of them had moved on quickly, some of them got left behind but none of them could forget each other. That’s how they found themselves remembering a silly promise that they had made each other years before.

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When the Stereo Kicks band had recently had their first major gig confirmed, they had celebrated the news in a small café. They had promised each other that they’d come back to this very café after 5 years and look back at their journey.

And now 5 years later, Barclay was the first to walk into the café, greet the owner and order his usual coffee. He sat for a while, remembering how they had made this silly promise years ago and scoffed, thinking how stupid he was to believe that his friends would remember it too.

Shaking his head, Barclay stood up when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder.

“Tom” Barclay exclaimed, letting the man pull him in a hug.

“I’ve been sat in the corner for a while thinking that no one would come when I saw you get up here” Tom explained.

“Was thinking the same” Barclay admitted.

The two boys smiled at each other before hearing an angry yell behind them.

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Jake had been cursing himself as he made the trip to the café. He couldn’t believe that he was wasting money over a silly promise made years ago that he wasn’t sure if anyone would even remember. He was in an angry mood when he walked right into someone in the café and tumbled down to the floor.

“Are you blind? You couldn’t see a whole person in front of you?” Jake yelled.

“Jakey” came an excited shriek next to him and when he looked in front, he saw Casey who had fallen down too.

“Oh my God, you remembered?” Jake asked.

“Of course, I’d remember you. We haven’t been out of contact for too long” Casey frowned.

“Remember the promise you idiot” Jake laughed, “Besides, no one can forget this handsome face!”

Casey chuckled as he pulled Jake in a hug.

“You handsome people plan on getting up or is the floor comfortable?” Tom asked as he walked up to the boys with Barclay in tow.

Jake’s mood turned from ‘angry to excited’ in mere seconds.

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The boys were sat together when Jake brought up the Union J topic.

“Didn’t work out?” Barclay asked.

“Felt like I was replacing George and they couldn’t move on from him as well” Casey confessed.

“He was their youngest, nah? It wouldn’t have been easy for them too” Tom added.

Casey nodded before smiling brightly, “Look who’s here!”

James and Chris approached the boys, hesitantly.

“We were going to return back but heck, I’m so happy we walked in” Chris said, hugging Casey.

“We thought of returning from the door but Chris wanted to say hi to the owner” James admitted as he greeted the boys.

“Glad you wanted to say hi then” Jake laughed.

As the guys met each other, they notice Reece and Charlie outside the café.

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“I thought they’d be too busy with their own bands to come” Barclay confessed.

Tom sighed softly as he got up, “Gotta bring these two kids in or they’d gather a crowd around them.”

They all smiled as they watched Tom turn into the protective big brother that he was as he went to the fetch the younger ones.

As soon as Charlie and Reece saw Tom, they jumped over him nearly making the man lose his footing but Tom only chuckled as he held onto the boys tighter.

“You all remembered” Charlie exclaimed.

“Look at us, all getting teary eyed over a silly promise” Jake chuckled.

“5 years” Barclay sighed.

“5 years ago we thought we were the next One Direction” Casey huffed.

“Look us now, man” Chris giggled.

“Look at us still remembering our promise” Reece pointed out.

“Because our friendship is above everything” James said.

“Where else would you find friends that remember a silly promise made 5 years ago” Tom added.

“Coffee shots anyone?” Barclay asked.

The boys cheered as they celebrated the reunion altogether.

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It was a silly promise that brought the boys together and made them realize how strong their friendship was. It warmed their hearts that they all remembered a promise made 5 years ago and that’s exactly what made them make a new promise again. This time they promised not to wait for 5 years. Instead, they promised to stay in contact and keep checking on each other. And this time, they were all sure that they would remember their promise.

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A/N

Hope you all like it.

Happy New Year, people! May this New Year be kind to one and all!

[sayedmadkor]

The love story of the Queen (Hatshepsut) and the engineer (Senemut

The love story of the Queen (Hatshepsut) and the engineer (Senemut):

Hatshepsut was truly the man's woman. Her life did not know femininity, she represented herself in the clothes of the pharaoh, and we see her on her obelisk in the form of a young man wearing the puffy blue crown from which the royal uraei overlooks the forehead, and above her chest, the king with seven circles or six rows and in her waist an apron covering her legs even above the knee as she kneels between The hands of Amun-Ra.

In another picture, she appears with her false beard, as is the custom of the pharaohs, which is in all her pictures flat-chested, and the feminine t-shirt was raised from her name, for she is the king of Egypt, not her queen, and she is Hatshepsut and not Hatshepsut.

Hatshepsut was the rope in which Lower Egypt rests and the pillar upon which Upper Egypt depends, and she was the straight rudder of the Delta and the lady who administered plans and issued orders.

The queen was able to monopolize power, relying on the strength of a strong party in the royal court consisting of Senmut the minister and the great architect, and this (Senmot) was very smart and very active, then (Hapo Senet) the high priest, then (NHC) the bearer of seals, then the Minister of the Treasury.

And the most beautiful in the whole story is the warm love story that many historians wrote about between Hatshepsut and the engineer "We shall die."

He loved (Senmut) his queen dearly, and he expressed this love for building her famous temple in Deir el-Bahari, which is one of the most beautiful places that we can visit in the world. He was given 80 titles and was responsible for caring for her only daughter. His love for his queen reached the point that he dug a tunnel between her cemetery and his grave and a corridor, so he chose "We Will Die" the most appropriate place to build this temple of love, as if he wanted to tell his lover that their love will remain eternal.

The queen and her servant had participated in a "legendary life," and each ended a mysterious end that remains a mystery until now.

(We shall die) and his dominion over the throne:

Senmut was the most important figure in the court of Hatshepsut, and he saw with insightful eyes that Hatshepsut's marriage to her brother Tuthmosis the Second was a sham marriage to show before the Egyptian people that on the couch of the throne is Pharaoh, but the reality is that Hatshepsut was in control of the country because she is the true heir to the throne.

And he was looking forward to forming a party that would include among its members all sincere statesmen who had shown skill and dexterity of her generation to seek help from them in the fulfillment of her interests.

The first person to choose Hatshepsut was Ali (Senmut), the director of Beit Amun, and he was an energetic young man who drew his gaze, capable of ambition, and saw with his eyes that the opportunity was ripe for him to have eternal glory.

As for Hatshepsut, and since her eyesight fell on him, her soul was united with his spirit, and her future was fully linked to the matter of his guardianship over her two daughters, and from the moment she established the pillars of the guardianship on the throne, Saad Sanmut's political star seemed to appear on the horizon and shine. Hatshepsut's first step was to make Senmut the first educator of her royal daughter, the princess of the two lands and the royal wife Neferora) and the director of the great house of her and her daughter's properties, and he was an effective partner in ruling the country.

During the reign of Hatshepsut, he became under his administration all the wealth of the house, the owner and director of the great house of the two queens Hatshepsut and Nefro-Ra and the superintendent and supervisor of all the supervisors of all the works of Pharaoh. The control of the Pharaoh’s servants, finances, weapons, and the Red Crown Palace was in addition to all these high-ranking jobs, which were not occupied by those who were not very close, such as preparing royal toiletries for official visits, observing private rooms, the bathroom and the bedroom as well.

We will die and his marital status:🤔💜🌺🌹

Senmut was descended from a modest family, his parents were not of those with standing in social life, for his father, who was called Ramosi, was a thin peasant or a simple soldier whose stature was short, thin and old, but he was Zaki, and his mother, Mrs. Hat Nofer, nicknamed Theo Theo, was an old, fat, short housewife. Three brothers, none of whom held a position in the state except for his brother Sen, who sought help from him as his assistant in managing princesses' affairs.

Senmut married two wives, one of whom was called Tafret Hor, and the second, Aaa Hotep, and he had no children.

Senemut is considered a unique case in the history of ancient Egypt, as his name is in the best distinctive places in the temples. He and Hatshepsut is depicted in front of the god. He was called the priest of the sacred ship of the god Amun and the chief priest of the Temple of Montu in Armant, and he was a first-class administrator. He started his life in managing the vast loss of Amun in the temple Karnak, who was the superintendent of the crops, stores, fields, gardens, livestock and slaves, and the superintendent of the hall of Amun as the director of the great house and director of all the king's works.

Unique (Senmut) tombs:

And there is a unique phenomenon, so we will die possessing two graves, the first in the hills of Sheikh Abd al-Qurna, and the second unveiled in Deir al-Bahari. Deir al-Bahari indicates a close connection between the queen and her engineer and a certain desire to unify their funeral rituals, so the layout of the cemetery and the royal cemetery is one, and the shape of the two coffins is one and the name of Hatshepsut is inscribed on all the walls of the cemetery, and the religious texts inscribed in it appear only in the royal tombs and this is what confirmed the existence A strong love affair connects them.

But their mysterious end together makes their story set to be one of the most beautiful lovers' stories in human history.

He was isolated before his death and was not buried in his cemetery, and his name was smashed from its walls with a hammer and Hatshepsut died after a 20-year rule, and it was believed in the past that she was killed because of the dispute over the ruling and her sudden disappearance, but now the mummy of Hatshepsut has been verified and it clearly shows signs of natural death, and that The cause of her death was due to her cancer or diabetes. Her tomb is located in the Valley of the Kings and is symbolized by the number KV20. Perhaps Hatshepsut expanded her father’s tomb to use it, and found her coffin next to her father’s.

But the question arises: Is love behind the disappearance ... After twenty years of life as a man, you may have decided to leave the throne for the sake of her lover (we will die) and run away with him and disappear forever and as a love story that you never knew ... ??

[5sos-seavey]

Unexpected - Blake Richardson

Blake Richardson Blurb

Request: from @blissfulblake - YOU WIN TICKETS TO A NHC CONCERT AND BLAKE KEEPS MAKING EYE CONTACT AND AT THE END OF THE CONCERT A SECURITY GUARD IS LIKE I NEED YOU TO COME WITH ME AND YOURE LIKE ?? AND BLAKE IS LIKE HI I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPER PRETTY-

Warning(s): none

Tags: @kvd963, @peachybeachyqueeny, @bessonbear, @0totally-tubular0, @katie-avery, @tigerreece, @jonahmaraisstuff, @blissfulblake, @danielseaveyismyworld

A/N: sadly, this is the last of the blake requests lol, so now im gonna get to the jack and eben ones now :)

You had gotten to the venue relatively early just so you could be pretty close to the front. But also because you needed to go to the venue’s box office since you had won radio tickets so to say you were excited was an understatement. There were maybe four or five people between you and the barricade and we were very okay with that. You decided to stand in the centre so you could be in front of Blake and be able to see George and Reece pretty well too. Now you were waiting for the boys to come out on stage, and at this rate, it should be any minute.

Throughout the whole concert you were having the best time, it was probably one of the best shows you had ever been to. And the best part, it seemed like Blake was making eye contact with you the whole time. But you just thought that you were crazy because girls always say, “oh my god! They made eye contact with me.” But at the same time, the venue was so small, and you were so close, you knew that he had to have been looking at you all those times. You also made eye contact with George and Reece a few times, but not even close to as much as you and Blake met eyes.

When the concert ended you were waiting for everyone that was standing behind you to leave so you could also easily leave. Then once most of them had left, you saw the security guard, who was standing by the stage this whole time, walking in your direction. You thought he was probably walking to the other side of the venue so you started to walk out when you felt a tap on your shoulder, “could you come with me please?” You were instantly worried, why you? Why did you need to be escorted somewhere with the security guard? But nonetheless you responded, a little nervous too, “yeah sure.” You followed this security guard to backstage and you started to a little nervous and scared, especially since he didn’t speak a word to you the whole walk until he brought you into a room, “just wait in here, someone will be with you shortly.” And then he left and you were sitting in the room alone wondering what you could possibly be back here for.

After a couple minutes of waiting on your phone, the door opened and you put your phone away a little scared that it was the security guard coming back in. But when you looked up you thought that you were seeing things because in walked Blake. You thought, “this must be a mistake, he definitely doesn’t know I’m in here.” And then he walked up to you and extended his arm, “hi I’m Blake, sorry that guard just brought you here without saying anything to you, I didn’t really want him to,” he laughed. You were shocked beyond words but managed a laugh, “it’s fine really. I’m Y/N by the way, it’s really nice to meet you,” you smiled, feeling a bit awkward because you have no idea how you got in this position. “It’s nice to meet you too,” and then he started to get a bit shy, “I, uh, I asked the guard to bring you back here because I saw you in the crowd and thought you were very pretty, and just wanted to meet you.” Now you were screaming, not out loud obviously, but this was insane, you thought to yourself, “holy shit am I dreaming that I’m in a fanfic or something, there’s no way this is real.” Then Blake continued speaking, “I’m in town for a couple more days and, uh, and I was, uh, wondering if you’d like to go out with me while I’m still here?” No way this was happening but obviously you couldn’t say no because well duh, so you responded, very obviously nervous, “ye-yeah, of course.” “Sweet,” he said, which made you laugh a little, “let’s swap phones and we can put our numbers down, and I’ll text you,” he smiled. So you switched phones and both put your number in the others phone. “Awesome, I’ll talk to you later, thanks again for coming back here,” he hugged you and then walked out the door. You were left there with your jaw on the floor.

[triptuckers]

Unexpected surprise - George Smith

Request: Yes: hey! I know you probably have quite a few nhc requests but you're amazing at writing angst so could you write a fight/argument one with George with the dialogue prompt of “I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”?? thanks! Pairing: George Smith x reader Summary: You’re in a relationship with George and decide to surprise him, but things don’t go as expected. Warnings: Sad shit!!!!! For real like wow this does not have a happy ending. Word count: 1.9K A/N: Even though this is sad as hell I had fun writing it. Thank you so much for requesting this, I hope you like it!! By the way this is not proof read so sorry if there are any mistakes. Enjoy reading :)

Seven months. That’s how long it’s been since George had asked you to be his girlfriend. And of course, you said yes. You were in love with the man, how could you say no? It didn’t go as you had always imagined, though. Because George was at his parents’ place and you were at yours. George lived in the UK and you lived in US. Literally an ocean apart. You met him at a bar when you were visiting a friend of yours back in London. He caught your eye, you caught his. The two of you started to talk and at the end of the night you had exchanged numbers. You’ve been talking ever since.

You had seen him 3 times. Well, 4, if you count the one time you saw him at the airport for 30 minutes as well. Long distance relationships could be hard. Both you and George knew that. But seven months later, you still are very happy with each other.

The last time you saw George was about two months ago. Of course, you always text and facetime a lot, but you miss having him around. You miss hearing his voice in person, his arms around you, his loving forehead kisses and his giggles. That’s why you decided to surprise him while he was on tour. The band had a tour planned across the US and Canada. In between the shows, their schedule was packed with interviews and photoshoots. George had told you all that to show you he really wanted to visit you, but with the busy schedule it just wasn’t possible. You would have to wait for another few weeks.

But you couldn’t wait for another few weeks. You really, really needed so see him. Which is why you are currently sitting in a café near the venue of tonight’s show. You were going to make sure to stand in the crowd near the stage, on George’s side. You could already imagine the look on his face when he’d spot you. The minutes go by slow as you wait. Even though you hadn’t told the fans you were dating yet, you didn’t feel like being surrounded by teenage girls who were all claiming to be in love with your boyfriend. George, your boyfriend, who you were in love with. And who was in love with you.

A few hours have passed and you glance at the clock again. It’s still a bit early, but nevertheless you decide to head over to the venue. The doors would open in about 45 minutes. When you reach the venue, you see it’s just what you expected. A lot of girls waiting excitedly in a long queue. You walk all the way to the end of it and wait. After a while, the doors finally open and everyone begins to move toward them. The crowd takes you to the door and after a lot of pushing and pulling, you’re inside. You make your way over to George’s side and you fix your hair and outfit a bit. Those girls sure know how to fight their way all up to the front.

During the two support acts, you dance a bit and sing along to the choruses of the songs. They are talented, and actually really good, but they’re not why you’re squeezed in between a lot of girls. After the second support act ends, the pre-show playlist starts playing again. Some of the girls sing along to songs they recognize, others text their friends or update their social medias about the show.

Suddenly, the song fades away and the lights turn off. You’re glad you brought earbuds with you, because you have never heard a crowd scream and yell this loud. And the noise grows even louder when the band enters the stage. First there’s George. He’s wearing a white and blue shirt, one of your favorites. He’s followed by Blake and lastly by Reece. About halfway through their set, George notices you. But it’s not the reaction you expected. You expected him to be happy to see you. But instead, George’s widen for a second before turning his head the other way. And he doesn’t look happy at all. You frown and keep your eyes focused on George, but he doesn’t look at you for the rest of the show.

When it’s over, you quickly make your way outside. You know where the backstage door is, and you begin to maneuver through the crowd. Once you’ve finally made your way to the door, it’s obviously locked. You knock on it, thinking maybe Ben, their manager, or someone who works at the venue might open the door.

Luckily, the door opens, revealing someone who works at the venue. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows. ‘The Meet & Greet was hours ago, before the show.’ he says. ‘I know, I’m not here for a Meet & Greet. I’m here to see my boyfriend, George. He’s in the band that performed.’ you explain. The man chuckles and rolls his eyes. ‘Pretty sure every teenage girl who is here would say that to get in.’ he says. He tries to shut the door but a voice cuts him off. ‘Y/N?’ You can’t help but to smile when you hear his voice. Behind the man appears another man. He has familiar blue eyes and his blonde hair is messy and sweaty. ‘Hi George.’ you say.

After telling the security guy it’s okay, George takes your hand and walks through the halls of the venue. He’s walking fast, and you don’t know why. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact he didn’t look at you during the show. George suddenly stops in front of a door, opens it, and enters the room, pulling you with him. You look around the room. It’s a dressing room, probably George, Blake and Reece’s.

You look at George. He’s standing a few feet away from you. One hand on his hip, the other raised to pinch his nose bridge. You watch him, waiting for him to start talking. George sighs deeply and finally looks at you. ‘What are you doing here, Y/N?’ he asks. You look him in the eye and frown. ‘Thought you’d be happy to see me.’ you say, sounding a bit sad. ‘Yeah, no I am, I am happy to see you it’s just, you surprised me, that’s all.’ says George with a quick smile. You narrow your eyes at him. ‘Is that so?’ you say. ‘Then why did you not look at me the entire show? I know you noticed me during the fifth song or so.’ ‘You just caught me off guard, that’s all.’ George assures you. ‘That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t look at me.’ you say.

George opens his mouth to answer you but is interrupted by the door of the dressing room opening. You turn around and see Blake and Reece. Bailee is there as well, along with Ben, Tanner and Joe. You shoot them a quick smile. Reece smiles at you before turning his attention to George. ‘Well, George, who is this lovely lady?’ he asks. You frown. Did Reece not know who you are? You’ve been with George for over seven months. He must have mentioned you, right? ‘This is Y/N.’ says George, avoiding eye contact with you. ‘Y/N, huh? And what are you doing here? Were you in the audience?’ asks Reece kindly. You look at George. ‘You didn’t tell them about me?’ you say. George looks at you but doesn’t say anything. You look in his eyes and feel your heart ache. You nod sadly. ‘Right. Got it. You’re ashamed of me? I think it would be best if I left, wouldn’t it?’ you say. ‘No, Y/N, come on, I’m glad you’re here, I really am.’ George says quickly. Tears start to form in your eyes. ‘George, I don’t believe you.’ you say and you leave the dressing room as fast as you can.

You hear George’s footsteps behind you but you keep making your way to the nearest exit. You’ve almost reached the doors when George grabs your arm and spins you around. ‘Y/N, come on, let me explain.’ he says. ‘Explain what? That you’re ashamed of me? That you didn’t even tell your friends about me? After seven months? What about your family, George? Your parents. Did you tell them about me? Do they know I exist?’ you say and tears begin to roll down your cheeks. George seems to struggle as he things of an answer. Your mouth falls open and you chuckle sadly and look away. ‘You didn’t even tell your mom about me?’ you say. ‘I didn’t tell her because I thought-‘ ‘We wouldn’t last.’ you interrupt him. ‘I know you had your doubts about this when we started it all. I knew you had doubts about us, about a long distance relationship. But you promised me it would work, George. You said that no matter what, we would work it out. How can we last when none of your friend and family know about me?’ George raises his hand to wipe your tears away but you push his hand away. ‘Don’t touch me.’ you say softly and your voice breaks. ‘Y/N, please, come on love we can work this out.’ says George. You shake your head. ‘I don’t want to.’ you say. You see there are tears in his eyes as well now. ‘No, no, Y/N, we can work this out, we’ll be okay.’ says George. ‘We’ve been together for over seven months, George. And after all this time, you have never told anyone about me. It hurts. Because I talk about you to my friends and family. About how much I care about you. About how in love I am. About how much I miss you when you’re not around. But I guess those feelings were never mutual, were they?’ you say. You take a deep breath and sigh. ‘I can’t do this anymore, George.’

You turn around and walk toward the exit. George stops you again. ‘Y/N will you give me a second chance?’ he says. And at those words, you snap. You’ve had enough. ‘No, George, I will not.’ you say and he looks at you shocked. ‘I am done with all of this, George. You didn’t even tell your best friends about me. You didn’t even tell your family about me. I’m done being your little secret. I start to wonder if you ever even loved me. Because I did love you, but not anymore. You hurt me, George. Go find some other girl who lives next door. Maybe you will introduce her to your friends.’ George looks sad but at this point, you don’t care anymore. You need to pour your heart out. ‘You know what?’ you say. ‘It all started at that bar. I wish I’d never laid eyes on you. We’re done.’ You can almost feel your heart break at the words. Nevertheless, you turn around and march to the doors. This time, George doesn’t stop you. You angrily wipe your tears away. You didn’t want to spend another minute being someone’s secret.

You slam the door shut and leave George behind. He stands in the hallway, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. He realizes that in a way, you are right. No one deserves to be with someone who would keep them a secret. But still, his heart aches as he looks at the closed door. Maybe it’s for the best. Then again, everyone’s heart breaks eventually. And everyone has a first love they lose.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

[keepseaveyweird]

OKAY SO YOURE TALKING TO THIS FAN ACCOUNT ON INSTA AND THEY ARE SO SWEET COME TO FIND OUT ITS ANOTHER UNDERCOVER NHC VID AND THEN WHEN THEY REVEAL THEMSELVES YOU SEND BACK A VIDEO OF YOURSELF AND BLAKE IS ALL OVER THAT SHIT AND LEGIT HITS ON YOU/ASKS YOU FOR YOUR NUMBER/ASKS YOU OUT

When you first got the notification of a new follower, you didn’t think much of it. But then the notifications came rolling in, like after like after like, until eventually you followed them back. It was then your phone went off once more, except this time with a DM

Reecesdodgyjob: hi there, love your account and saw you were at a show last month. Do you have any videos of Blake?

y/n: omg thank you you’re too sweet! Yeah I have a couple throughout the show, is there like a song you’re looking for?

Reecesdodgyjob: not a song but I have a thing for his left shoulder, do you have any of those?

It was then something seemed familiar, and quite suspicious as you scrolled through your camera roll to find a video to send to them.

Reccesdodgyjob: OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS JUST TOO GOOD WOW

y/n: of course anytime, have you been to any shows?

Reecesdodgyjob: yeah I’ve been to all of them

Y/n: you’re kidding?

reecesdodgyjob: nope, haven’t missed one, ever since their first show

Y/n: holy??? How????

it was a couple moments later you got a notification saying they had sent you a video and when you opened it, your heart definitely stopped for a moment as you watched Blake laugh into the lense.

“Well, if I missed a show I wouldn’t be a very good band mate now would I? I’m sorry, we’re doing a second NHC goes undercover but you’re so sweet, we hope you had a good time at the show and we hope to see you very soon!” And with that he blew a kiss.

You knew you had to send something back, literally anything, so you ran a hand through your hair real quick and filmed a video to send back.

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed, “you guys nearly gave me a heart attack when I opened that and now I’m just embarrassed cause I DID have a video of your left shoulder! But thank you guys so much, you’re seriously too sweet and I had the best time at your show and I can’t wait to see you guys again!”

Nervously you hit send, and it took a minute for them to open it, but the moment it ended you received yet another video. You hit the open button only to find Blake in a different room, whispering close to the camera.

“Hi there, it’s me again. I just wanted to say you are absolutely beautiful and I couldn’t not do anything about it. Plus you seem like a lovely girl and if you’d be down, I’d love to keep to talking. The boys don’t know I’m doing this, and I’m not sure my manager would be very happy with me right now but you seem trustworthy so I think I’m just gonna do it.” He smiled with a chuckle as the video ended.

You were confused, lost as to one what he was talking about. You were actually just confused as to what the last thirty minutes had entailed, when a new message popped up from the fake fan account.

reecesdodgyjob: I’m trusting you with my life, please don’t tell anyone

Reecesdodgyjob: +44 7293 173947

As you stared at the number, you were even more confused as you were before, except this time with a huge, shit eating grin on your face as you accepted the international charges.

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

Hiiii, can u please write an imagine about George from NHC and the reader being in a relationship, but Brad has a huge crush on her? And somehow G hurts her and Brad is there for her

I love NHC they are so freaking talented omg 

“Can you just stop being such a dick? What did I do to you that you are so mean to me?”, you yelled at George, who just rolled his eyes at you. He’d been acting odd towards you for past couple of weeks, but you tolerated it, because you thought, that he was just stressed. But this time he took it way too far. “Who is this girl? Why are you kissing her?”, you showed him that picture that was taken of him and that mysterious girl, obviously making out with each other. “We were not kissing”, he mumbled, making you even more furious. “Not kissing? You’re almost eating her alive!”

Tears started streaming down your face, you weren’t able to control yourself anymore. “What did I do? Why did you do this to me? Do you even know how fucking hurt I am?” Last words nothing more than a broken whisper. “I’ve always supported you, tolerated your shit behaviour towards me for weeks and you thank my making out with some other girl?” George walked a step forth, trying to grab your hands, but you pushed him back. “Don’t you dare touching me, I am done with you.” “(Y/N), please, let me explain”, once again he tried to talk to you, but you had enough. “There is nothing to explain. Don’t ever talk to me again”, you said breathy and left the house in tears. 

You knew exactly where to go, the first person that cam up in your mind. The person you could to about everything. It was cold, it started raining, wetting your hair and your clothes, but you couldn’t care less. Your heart hurt, your mind was racing and your feet just carried you to a special someone’s house. Your fingers were shaking, when you rang the bell, while you tried to heat yourself up. It didn’t take long until the door was opened and he looked at you in concern. “(Y/N, what are you doing here? You are shaking, come in”, he immediately said, guiding you into his house. Brad noticed that you were crying, he could tell by your puffy eyes. “How about I run you a bath and make you a hot chocolate and you tell me what happened,yea?”, he suggested, while pulling you into his arms, which gave you a warm feeling. He didn’t care you soaked his clothes, you were more important. 

After you took a warm bath and he gave you some of his clothes, you sat down on his bed with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. “You’ve been through a lot I can tell”, he stated while putting a blanket around your shoulders. “What happened?”, the concern in his eyes was noticeable. “George cheated”, you said without any emotions in your voice. Brad gasped loudly. “He what?”, he exclaimed in disbelief. You took one sip and tried to swallow the lump in your throat, the thought of it just made you tear up.  

“What a dickhead, I think someone needs to be punched. Hard.” You let out a chuckle. He always had been very overprotective over you. “Don’t”, you whispered and leaned your head on his shoulder. He tensed up a bit, the sudden touch surprising him. “Can I stay tonight? I really don’t want to be alone”, you asked and lifted your head facing him. “Of course”, he nodded and caressed your hair. His touch felt weirdly good, he was so soft and warm. Maybe it was because you were heartbroken, that you kind of felt attracted to him, but there was something about him. He looked like an angel and you nearly lost yourself in his eyes. 

“Brad, I-”, you started, your face closer than ever to his. Without thinking you attached your lips slowly to his. They were soft and he tasted so good. He groaned quietly before cupping your face with both of his hands, as if he wanted to make sure you were not going to leave. It was an intimate kiss, so slowly and passionate. You could feel your cheeks heating up and lust filling your body. He grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap. “God”, he whispered and his hands wandered down to your waist. It was breathtaking. Literally, so you had to stop the kiss. You had to catch your breath, just like Brad. “I’m sorry, I-”, you started, but got interrupted by another kiss from him. “Don’t apologize”, he whispered. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment? I never thought that this was gonna happen. I- I have a crush on you since I can think.” 

His words shocked you. You were always kind of attracted to him, but then you got into a relationship with George. You just realized what you really want. “Let me make you feel good and forget all about him. I’ll treat you so much better than him. You don’t deserve to get your heart broken like this”, he added, giving your hip a light squeeze. Without saying another word you pressed your lips against his again, which was just the beginning of one of the most memorable nights, you’ve experienced. 

[slaybradley]

jealous.

requested: Hey! I love you're writing so much haha and I was wondering if you could write one where you're dating brad but very few people know about it,and during a party or something one of the boys from the vamps or NHC flirt with her and brad gets jealous? ❤️

note: who doesn’t like jealous brad because I lOVE IT

and thank you!

hope you like it ✨

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“C’mon love, just stay here” Brad told you when he noticed that you were getting out of bed.

“The guys are going to come for you in just minutes, they can’t see me here”

Brad let you go and stayed there in the bed thinking “I still don’t know why you want to hide this”

“Is not that I want to hide it, brad, I love you. But... I don’t know if I’m ready for all the attention”

“I get it, it’s just That i want to show the world that I have such a beautiful woman by my side” he got up from the bed and hugged you from behind while you were brushing your hair in the mirror.

“just a little longer till I get more comfortable, k?”

“Yes, Darling” he kissed you and he started getting dressed.

Since you and brad started dating, the thing got a little bit complicated. You were getting more attention and everyone started talking if brad and you were together.

You were the band’s photographer, and they were on tour so you came along. So, of course, you were gonna be seen with the boys, but everyone started questioning about you and brad.

Are we together?

Are we more than friends?

You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be “the girlfriend”. You had your career, you wanted to be the photographer. Not the accessory.

——

“Are you coming to the party tonight?” Tristan asked you once they finished their rehearsal.

“Sure”

“Great, we’ll see you at 8 then”

You got ready with a chill outfit and headed to the lobby, were the guys were waiting for you.

“Let’s cheers, for the end of this amazing tour” Joe said and everything cheered.

After dancing for a while with the guys, you decided to go for a drink at the bar. So, you ordered a beer and stayed there waiting, when Connor sat down next to you.

“Hey” he said “a beer please” the waiter came with two beers and you thanked him. “So, what’s next for you?”

“I have an interview in New York to be the photographer in a fashion company.”

“Oh, that’s amazing! Well, good look on that”

“Thank you. Are you gonna go back with your family?”

Connor came closer to you so he can hear you, you could felt his breath in your face.

“Yes, I think all of us are. A little break from this and write some songs too”

You did the same thing and you came closer to him “something chill, then” he nodded and smiled at you.

“Can I talk to you?” Brad appeared next to you and nodded smiling at Connor who smiled back.

You went to the front door of the bar and brad headed you to the corner “what was that?”

“What was what?” You asked confused.

“You! With Connor!”

“Connor? We were just talking”

“I don’t usually talk that close with people”

“Brad! Are you accusing me of flirting with Connor... your best friend and band-mate when I’m with you?” You tried to sound mad but all of this made you let out a laugh.

“Why are you laughing?”

“That’s pretty stupid”

“Oh, that’s what you think?”

“You’re making me a jealous scene”

“Well... I am”

You smiled at him and hugged him, after watching if anyone was there “that’s kinda hot”

“Is that so?”

“Yep” you kissed him and hugged him closer to you. “Let’s go inside before they figure it out that we left together”

“Way to ruin a moment”

“Oh shut up, you dickhead”

[fortuositywritings]

New Hope Club 2.Start Over Again

Summary: Wanda should say no. She doesn’t.

NHC Masterlist  Song

It’s been four weeks since Wanda’s birthday. Although neither of you mention the kiss, you know it’s on both of your minds. You could feel the consequences of it. 

The lingering stares you’d give Wanda aren’t so one sided anymore. There’s tension in the air whenever the two of you wind up alone. Neither of you do anything to resolve it. You think you may be the only one to notice the change. You’re not. 

“What’s up with you and Maximoff?” Nat asks one Tuesday afternoon. It’s a rather uneventful day at the club, so Natasha has been extra invested in your little game of “who���s going to catch the other person staring” with Wanda. 

However, this game seems to drag on longer than monopoly and Nat quickly gets bored. 

“Nothing’s going on,” you hastily deny. You avoid all eye contact as you wipe down the tables by the tennis court. Your lack of direct eye contact is all Nat needs.

“Oh my god. You two totally hooked up,” Nat accuses, pretty loudly you might add.

“Shhh!” You quiet her down, looking around, worried if anyone heard. 

“Oh, chill out. What rich middle aged white woman is going to care about what the employees do on their off time?” She tries, but you both know that’s untrue. You give her a look that says so. “Okay, fine. But tell me anyway.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” you insist. 

“Mhmm. Then what’s up with all the heavy staring lately? And by that, I mean heavy staring from her part. You’ve been a goner since she stepped foot in this place,” she teases. 

“Sometimes I forget you’re part of the rich white lady crowd,” you grunt.  

“Being nosy is a human trait. Sue me,” she shrugs. “Now tell me what happened!”

“Nothing happened and even if something did, it wouldn’t be cool of me to run my mouth,” you defend, going back to wiping the tables.

“Because you’re not one to kiss and tell?” You hear her ask. 

“Exactly,” you agree. 

“Well, I think you and Wanda should talk about what happened on her birthday,” she advises casually, stretching her arms out.  

You whip your head toward Nat. “She told you?!”

“Nope.”

“Shit.”

Damn Nat and her stupid tactics. Since you basically confirmed her suspicions, you tell her what went down on Wanda’s birthday. 

“That’s it?” 

“What do you mean? I just told you we hooked up. I thought you’d be gloating about how you were right,” you admit, finding her unimpressed look odd. 

“You and I define ‘hooking up’ very differently,” she mumbles. You have nothing to say to that so she continues, “So why haven’t you asked her out yet?”

“What? I can’t do that!”

“Why not? Clearly you two have a thing for each other. Just ask her out. The worst thing she can do is say no,” Natasha points out. She leaves you with that to think about. 

And you do think about it for the next two days and on Friday you go to work with the intention of asking Wanda out. You practiced all night and all morning, trying to build up the nerve. 

The nerve doesn’t come until the end of the day and it only comes because Natasha wouldn’t let you get in her car until you did. 

When you hop in the passenger seat, you’re smiling from ear to ear. “See? Was I right or was I right?” she boasts. 

Poor Peter in the backseat has no clue what’s happening and it doesn’t help neither of you explain.

Wanda has no clue what she’s getting herself into. She just couldn’t help herself. You were standing there putting it all on the line, which obviously took courage to do, and telling her how you’d love to take her out on a date. She couldn’t say no. 

She should have because the morally correct thing to do to avoid inevitable hurt feelings would have been to say no but she didn’t. 

Now she’s running late to your date because she was second guessing everything. 

“Where are you off to all dressed up?” her twin’s voice startles her. So much for trying to leave without anyone noticing. She turns around and sees her brother’s head pop up from the couch he was lying on. 

“Out with friends,” Wanda tries to play off casually. 

Pietro knows her too well. It comes with being a twin, knowing when the other is lying. He sees her fidget with her rings, a dead giveaway of her being nervous or anxious. “Who?” he asks, walking towards her now.

“Just people from work,” Wanda answers quickly, staring her brother down to appear more confident, a tactic that would work on anyone else, but not Pietro. As he approaches his sister, he smells a scent he’s attached to an action. 

“Then why are you wearing your ‘going on a date’ perfume? Is Jarvis back already? Couldn’t make it a month in Europe without you?” he guesses. 

Jarvis aka the reason for Wanda second guessing going on this date with you. Jarvis and she had been dating for two years until recently. Technically, they’re not broken-broken up. Right before summer, she asked for a break. Jarvis was perfect in practically every way, but dating someone like that was messing with her head. She would put so much pressure to be just as perfect as everyone sees him to be and it was hard to keep up.

When he asked why, she told him she needed to focus on herself and responsibilities outside of the relationship. He looked so confused and hurt. It killed her to do that to someone who has only ever been good to her, so she told him it wasn’t permanent. It was just for now. Obviously that brought his spirits back up. He told her he would be gone for the summer, traveling through Europe with his parents, and he hoped that would be enough time for her to sort her stuff. 

So, technically, she had someone waiting for her. Make that two people now because you are quite literally waiting for her as she is running way past late. 

“No, he’s in France right now,” Wanda answers her brother and tries to get away with that but he stops her before she is able to head out the door. 

“Wait, does he know you’re going on a date right now?” he asks with an amused smile.

“Pietro-” Wanda starts but her brother cuts her off, raising his hands up defensively, “Hey, I’m just making sure you know what you’re doing. Poor guy overseas is probably telling all these European girls that he has a girlfriend and little does he know she’s here doing not that. But as long as you know what you’re doing.”

He leaves her at that and goes back to the couch. She huffs and leaves hurriedly. She drives off to the location you decided to meet. You had offered to pick her up but obviously she didn’t need you to see where she lived and ask all these questions so she told you she would just meet you there. 

Wanda was more than fashionably late. You honestly felt dejected thinking she had stood you up. People had begun to stare at you. You’d been sitting here for nearly an hour before you got a text that she was on her way. Twenty minutes later, she arrives at the cute Italian place you picked. It’s a nice hidden gem in the town and you like it for that reason. 

You’re relieved when you see her enter the establishment. You wave her over when she looks around for you. She rushes over to the table as you stand to greet her. 

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. “I just had this thing with my brother and it was a whole thing. You didn’t wait too long did you?”

“A little, but I’m glad I waited. You look fantastic,” you compliment her as you both take your seats. 

She blushes. She’s glad you noticed. If she’s honest, one of the reasons why she decided to show up is because she took a long time trying to get ready for the date and that in itself had to mean something so she thought she should come and try to figure that out. 

“Thank you. You look nice,” she returns. You took your time today as well picking out your outfit. You decided to go with a dress, which is not really your go to in terms of style. You’re a little out of your comfort but you’ve always gotten a lot of compliments on the dress, so obviously you wanted to look good and picked it. Hearing Wanda pass it off as nice kind of bums you out a bit but you do your best to hide it.

Wanda knows she messed up when she sees your smile dim a little. She wants to add something in order to brighten you up again but you’re already speaking. 

“I haven’t ordered yet, but I did get our drinks. I got kind of thirsty,” you say, and it only makes Wanda feel guiltier. If she only knew you showed up twenty minutes early in order not to leave Wanda waiting in case she got here first.

“But you can order something else if you want. I just always see you drinking those fruity drinks from the vending machines so I thought this was close enough,” you explain. You feel like maybe you shouldn’t have ordered for Wanda all of a sudden but relax when she takes a sip and hums in appreciation.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had this. It’s pretty good. You made a good choice. Thank you.” She smiles at you and you feel better. You feel like you just scored some points in her book and you feel triumphant. She clearly sees you feeling good about your choice as well and it makes her smile in return. 

“This place is really cute. I’ve never been here,” Wanda makes conversation.

“Yeah, it’s not too popular though it should be. It’s delicious. You’ll love the food.”

Speaking of, the waitress comes around to give you both your menus and leaves you to decide. You and Wanda talk your options over and you tell her which ones you think she’d like. The waitress comes back to take your order. When Wanda goes to give the menu back, she accidently knocks your drink over. It falls all over your lap. 

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry,” she apologizes immediately, beginning to stand to go over and help you out but you insist she sit down and not worry about it. The waitress was going to get some napkins for you. 

Wanda feels terrible and you read it easily. You reassure her, “Hey, it’s okay. It happens all the time.”

“I swear, I’m not usually this clumsy,” she promises. 

“It’s okay, Wanda. Really,” you repeat. The waitress returns with the napkins and you clean yourself off. There’s an awkward halt in conversation, so you try to start again. “So, is the brother you mentioned earlier the same one that used to pick you up from work before you began to drive yourself or do you have another brother?”

“No, I only have the one,” Wanda answers. You go on to ask more about her brother and her family. She gives you short vague answers. You find out her brother is older than her but you don’t actually find out how much older, but apparently he’s “a cocky know it all who thinks he knows best”. Her mom and dad work at Lensherr&Co. As what, she doesn’t say but according to her they’re always busy. 

The food arrives and for the next half hour you two eat and talk in between. The conversation shifts to you and your life. Wanda seems more comfortable with that so you quit asking questions about her personal life and stick to talking about yourself. 

The waitress comes around and you tell her you're ready for the bill. A short dispute erupts between you and Wanda over who's paying. Wanda insists because she was late. You tell her you want to pay because you invited her and it’s how that works.

“You know what, we’ll go half and half. Compromise,” she tells the waitress, ignoring the frown on your face for splitting the bill. You refrain from saying anything though. You just nod when the waitress looks to you to confirm. 

You seem upset and Wanda doesn’t want to end the date on a bad note. Maybe she can ask you to hang out longer and invite you to a movie. Obviously she couldn’t take you back to her house, but she can ask you to go to the movie theater. It’s Saturday though. There would surely be someone from school there who’ll recognize Wanda and ask who you are. She can chance it.

“What are you doing after this?” Wanda asks after the waitress leaves with your cards.

“Oh, I promised I’d take my brother to watch that new superhero movie,” you reply. Of course you’d have plans already to Wanda’s disappointment. “You can come with us, if you want?”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to intrude on sibling time,” Wanda turns you down. The waitress comes back with your cards and you both head outside. You walk Wanda to her car. 

“Thank you for inviting me. The food was really good,” Wanda comments as she opens her door. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” You and Wanda stand there awkwardly waiting for the other to say or do something. Neither of you do. You sigh, “Well, I should get going.”

Wanda doesn’t know what to say, so she let’s you go with an “Oh. Okay. Bye.”

You stand there for another few seconds just in case Wanda changes her mind, but nothing happens so you leave her standing by her door. “Bye.”

Wanda watches you drive away, still standing by her car. Then she gets into the passenger seat, closing the door in defeat. She grips her steering wheel and yells, “Fuck!”

She peels away from the parking lot, kicking herself all the way home for how badly that all went. She slams the front door upon entering her house. She mumbles curses at herself as she heads to the kitchen. Pietro stands by the refrigerator watching her in amusement. Wanda opens the fridge to grab a water bottle.

“I was gonna ask how your date went, but I think it might be too soon,” Pietro quips. Wanda closes the fridge door and flips Pietro off. “That bad, huh?”

Wanda goes to sit on a stool at the island, ready to ramble. She starts at the beginning. At the mention of going out with a girl, he raises his eyebrows in surprise but doesn’t say anything about it. When Wanda gets to the part of spilling your drink on you, Pietro laughs, “Jeez, what do you have against her dress, Wanda? First you say she just looks ‘nice’ and then go and ruin her outfit.”

“What’s wrong with saying she looked nice. She did look nice. I’ve never seen her wear a dress before,” Wanda defends herself.

“So, this girl drools all over you despite you being late and she makes the extra effort to look good for your date, and you think ‘nice’ is fair?” Pietro challenges Wanda. He’s obviously right and Wanda hates it when he’s right because he gets this cocky smile on his face like he has right now that makes her angry.

“I’m so stupid,” Wanda grumbles, throwing her head into her arms on the island. 

“Yes, now continue. You spilled a drink on her and then what?” Pietro demands her to finish. When she does, he shakes his head, disappointed in his sister, “Oh my god, Wanda. You didn’t kiss her?”

“Why would I kiss her? It was so awkward. She was just standing there, not saying anything.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she wanted you to kiss her or to, like, give her the go ahead so she could kiss you,” Pietro explains in a ‘why do I have to explain this’ tone. 

Wanda looks at him confused. “What’s the go ahead?”

“You know. It’s like a move or a look you do to tell the other person they can kiss you. She clearly gave you one at the end,” Pietro insists, but Wanda is stubborn. “No she didn’t. She just stood there. Standing still is not a go ahead.”

“No one lingers around for nothing, Wands. It was an obvious ‘I’m waiting for you to give me the go ahead’,” Pietro points out. 

Wanda shakes her head. “Ahh, that’s confusing. This doesn’t happen with Jarvis. He just… goes ahead. Why are women so complicated?”

“You’re telling me. Did you tell your date that you’re dating Jarvis? Or told Jarvis you were going on a date?” her brother calls her out. 

“We’re on a break,” Wanda argues, trying to excuse her behavior, but it does not convince Pietro. 

“Okay, then did you tell your date that you’re on a break and that at some point you’ll be back with your boyfriend? I mean, he is still your boyfriend, right?” Pietro continues to ask the real questions.

“I- I don’t…” Wanda trails off, not knowing what to say. Pietro makes good points and it’s all getting to be too much for Wanda right now. Her brother sees he might have pushed a little too hard so he pulls back and goes over to give her a side hug. 

“Look, you don’t have to answer that now. I just don’t want you hurting anyone, including yourself when Jarvis comes back. But that’s not until the end of summer. If you like this girl, go try it out with her and figure out your feelings, preferably before Jarvis returns,” her brother advises, taking the caring older sibling role seriously. 

“Okay. Thank you,” Wanda returns his hug. 

“But you should probably make it clear to this girl that you like her and want another try, ‘cause after a date like that, she’s probably off telling her friends about how bad it was and they’ll probably convince her to move on to the next,” he warns. 

He is partially correct. You tell Nat all about the date but she doesn’t tell you to move on to the next. In fact, she’s trying to convince you otherwise. It’s you who is having doubts.

“I don’t know. I don’t think she’s that into me. I mean, she just stood there. There was no ‘I had a great time. Hope we can do it again.’ She just stood there,” you tell Natasha. 

“Maybe she was nervous or embarrassed by everything that happened? I mean, who hasn’t had one bad date,” Nat reasons, but you’re still not too sure about that one. Natasha sees this, so she continues, “Maybe just wait until you see her. If she talks to you about it then awesome and if she doesn’t, then you can go ahead and move on. No harm, no foul.”

Wanda really hoped you would be the one to bring up the date. She hoped for a lot of things, like maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed to her and you would ask out again when you saw her at work. Maybe it was a bad date, but you still wanted to go on a second date like she did. But her hopes went down the drain when she greeted you at the tennis courts and not a word was spoken about the date.

She guesses her brother was correct, yet again. She decides she’ll talk to you when she has a chance next. That time comes when you’re grabbing your things at the end of the day like always. 

“Y/N,” Wanda walks up to you in the locker room.

“Yeah?” you pause what you’re doing seeing Wanda’s nervous face. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asks. You nod.

Wanda takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I feel like an idiot. I ruined our date and that wasn’t my intention.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you lie but obviously you weren’t fooling anyone. “Okay, it could have gone better.”

“I hope I haven’t ruined my chance at getting another try because I would really like a second date with you where I can fix everything I did wrong, like showing up on time for example. Or telling you, you look beautiful instead of just nice, because you did look beautiful in your dress and I’m so sorry for ruining it. And I won’t let you talk the whole time,” she promises, making you laugh. 

She corrects herself, “I mean I’ll let you talk of course but I won’t let you do all the work and I’ll let you pay the whole thing if you want instead of splitting the bill like we’re just friends hanging out. And at the end of it all, I won’t stand there mute. I’ll give you a go ahead.”

You tilt your head in confusion about what she means by a go ahead. She explains, “You know that signal that you can kiss me or whatever. There will be a goodbye kiss if you want of course because I do want that, so…”

You make her wait a bit for your response. It’s only fair. Finally, you say, “You’re paying the next time.”

Wanda smiles the whole way home and when she gets home she hugs her brother, thanking him for the solid advice. She asks him if he wants to watch a movie with her. He sets it up while she goes to the bathroom. Her cell phone rings while she’s gone but he doesn’t bother to pick it up.

She returns and Pietro tells her she got a call. She checks and sees it’s from Jarvis. There’s a text that comes after.

Call me. I miss you.

She ignores it. “Push play.”

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A/N: I’m not so soberly posting this, so there has been no proofreading. Let me know if there are any mistakes.