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indelible-stars · 7 years ago

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So I finished reading ‘I Was Born For This’ by Alice Oseman and it was superb. Brilliant. A masterpiece. From the moment I heard about this book and what it was about I was intrigued. I’m so, so glad I won one of the giveaways and got the chance to read it early. It certainly lived up to the hype. The characters were loveable and real as Alice’s characters always are and I loved them all dearly. I wrote down my thoughts while reading so below is my stream of consciousness on what happens throughout the book.

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD BEWARE

MONDAY

ANGEL

• This is such a realistic meeting of two internet friends • Omg how could you do this Juliet? I'd die if this happened to me. I'd just combust on the spot or sink into the ground and stay there forever.

JIMMY

• I love,,, them? Yes boys • I want all their outfits • “If we can talk about anxiety we can talk about poo. They’re basically the same thing.” Sure sure true that true that • I love how Cecily says babe all the time. She's an icon • Our girls like our boys I love it • I already love the boys friendship so much and it's only Jimmy's first chapter

ANGEL

• Mac is such a basic bitch. There's so many guys like him that think they're original bc they like really popular slightly old bands. You're not that edgy stop.

JIMMY

• Bliss is Rowan's girlfriend???? I didn't expect that to be her role. I thought she was gonna be a fan.

ANGEL

• Mac can you go??? Or at least shut up • I like how realistic Juliet is. Like I'm annoyed on Angel's behalf but I get how she is. • I thought the ship was going to be Rowan and Lister!!! Ah but Jowan makes sense and I'm interested in how this will play into stuff • Convincing evidence...yeah they're totally together Angel...you keep telling yourself that sweetheart

JIMMY

• We're like brothers • I would actually love this band. The angel wings and aesthetic? Yes bitch fuck me up • Oh I'm glad Jimmy likes something about being in his band • I was born for this... title reference complete

TUESDAY

ANGEL

• Ah what cute platonic cuddling. Eh guys? That's what you're freaking about isn't it? Their beautiful friendship? Also it's really creepy that someone got pictures of them sleeping in their apartment. Like what? It's gross that celebrities have to go through that • I don't think you should base your point of living on a fandom relationship Angel....that might be unhealthy....Do you perchance think there's something else going on here?

JIMMY

• Note to self: never read the start of this chapter when on a plane • How Jimmy logically knows that he's not as likely to die on a plane than so many other things but is still panicked is super relatable. Like logic and anxiety do not coincide. Anxiety knows no reason • Ah what's on the iPad has been revealed! A photo taken out of context and ridiculous article • Two whole months? Damn Rowan's a tough one. I'd be annoyed at Lister too but he shouldn't have to be really careful. It's shitty that one photo can be posted and Jimmy is forced to come out. • Aw no Lister :( aw no Jimmy :( how gross and invasive that someone else took it. Fuck man. I'd be terrified • Ro Ro. • No I just want my boys to love each other and be happy and safe :(

ANGEL

• Your dad might be getting at something Angel.... • Angel and her dad are cute. I like them • Everyone watching B99 all the time. Good choice in TV show. They know what they're doing • Yeah they just might not be thrilled at the situation girls.... • That sounds like a bloody long fanfic and how could it be a fave when the prospect of solo careers is involved?!?

JIMMY

• Shit I would not want any of those worst days. They really do sound awful • A secret for 2 years? That's pretty good going. Cecily well done • “Do you think if we hired a full-time bodyguard they’d do the hoovering for us?” bitch meee. Lister has his priorities in order. • Ah yes Alex you treat Jimmy as a person. The way he deserves • That new contract doesn't sound fun...not something that Jimmy will like... • Oh god Lister you mess • Ah this interview. Make it stop. I'm clenching up for them • Go away Dave! Give them a break • Breaking news: a fictional interviewer found dead by the hands of me

ANGEL

• I read Muliet as mullet and honestly? Same thing • “I think the truth is that everyone in the entire world is confused and nobody knows much of anything at all.” Angel speaking the goddamn truth. If I've never heard a more accurate statement. • Oh god Angel has balls I'd never be able to tell someone that I think someone they like's annoying • Oh is Juliet moving away from home...is that why she feels uncomfortable talking about parents? Did something blow up for her? • Ah Angel is a big name fan account. Why am I not surprised? • J2O my drink. My go to. My one true friend. • Omg is it Bliss? Why is Bliss there? • IT IS BLISS! • I love Bliss. It's been like 2 paragraphs but I love her! • "The world's a bit shit. Can't save it all at once." • “I learn that Bliss is bisexual. She says it with such extreme confidence that I'm suddenly jealous." Angel I relate. If it ain't me. • I wonder who your boyfriend’s best friend is Bliss.... • Well shit man... Angel sweetie how can you not believe love exists if Jowan isn't real? If only you knew you were saying this to Rowan's gf • Yeah it's ironic...it's not like it's actually Rowan or anything... • Omg Mac. Dude. • I can't believe they just left without her. Well, actually I can. • Alice is so good at writing nuanced sad moments. Like you ache for the characters and it's not even like they're balling their eyes out. Their feelings are just so real and shown in such simple ways.

JIMMY

• I love the transition with the flickering lights on both sides. Jimmy's grandad sounds ace and their apartment sounds lit! • ffs Lister. I couldn't live with him • Okay I need to state my love for Bliss again • Aw no my babes. Mummy and daddy are arguing. How dare fame ruin their relationship • Oh a cute X factor winner. Intriguing • Okay never mind he can get to fuck. Piss the hell away forever Magnet • Ooh Lister and Jimmy tension. Don't fight my boys. And I really wanna know what's up with Lister. • Honestly Jimmy is me if I ever became famous. Which is why I don't want to be. I could never handle it • I love Piero with all my heart • Ohmygod Jimmy my baby imma cry

WEDNESDAY

ANGEL

• Wow Tuesday was a long day. Never mind the rest of them. I'd be collapsing by now • Fuck. No. It wasn't her! No Bliss don't think it was Angel. Oh god poor Bliss. Who leaked it? I'll bloody get em. Is it someone in there life that has access to photos that's leaking them or something?

JIMMY

• Don't take this out on Lister! • Dave can actually die. I'll kill him yet again • Why must my boys hurt like this? Give them happiness goddammit!! • Screw getting big in America that contract sounds awful

ANGEL

• Yes Angel help the poor girl. I know it's a terrible circumstance but I'm happy they'll see each other again

JIMMY

• My boys no. In pain. No. Stop treating Lister as such a third wheel you don't notice him. Stop it all. Happiness only please

ANGEL

• "I will try to remain between you and the group of scary men at all times. Most of them are shorter than me. And I'm wearing heavy boots. If they get near us, I'll just kick. Like a giraffe." • Bliss and Angel? The ultimate friendship • Yasssssss @woman tripping the paps

JIMMY

• B99 mention number 3 • Ah yes some Jimmy and Lister quality bonding time. This is what I needed • "At once?" OMG I died haha. • “Druggie bisexual slut.” • The extremely famous girl band member is someone from Little Mix I bet • Does Lister like Jimmy? All these signs. I thought I was being tricked but does he? • A 32 year old woman? Fuck that's awful • Aw lister baby no :(

ANGEL

• “Is the word you're looking for "gay? It ain't poisonous.” • Did I mention I love bliss? Her every line is iconic • Mac’s been booted

JIMMY

• B99 again • Jimmy just stand outside in the rain don't go on a walk. Please be okay. Oh god • All the adorable old people in this book. They're so pure • This is so sad. My heart is aching

THURSDAY

JIMMY

• Jimmy and Angel are gonna meet! They're gonna meet!!!! I’m kinda scared about what will happen. • #LetListerWearTheBinbag2K18 • I want Jimmy's clothes. All of the things he just mentioned? I want • Yes Rowan fuck it up with that dress!! • I love the cape moment. My boy • How can you forget your birthday Jimmy? Ah • Oh I love the boys being happy and having fun and being...boys. Yes you dance to the Killers

ANGEL

• Love isn't a lie Angel!!!

JIMMY

• Why Lister whyyy • Lister does like Jimmy! Oh jesus. So much drama. I want Jimmy to like him back. I want there to be happiness. Don't kiss him while you're in the bathroom and drunk Lister! Oh god. Fuck

ANGEL

• Something bad has happened with Juliet and probably her parents. Why don't you see that Angel? • Piss off Mac. He has a point but I still wanna punch him • Jesus so much drama. Poor Juliet. Poor everyone. Why can't they have a second of a break?

JIMMY

• I'm nervous now. What's going to happen? Something big probably is going to happen when Angel and Jimmy meet or idk

ANGEL

• WTF WTF WTF WHAT HAPPENED TO ROWAN? WTF

JIMMY

• Someone threw a brick? What? Oh Jesus no! That girl can go to hell! Fuck. How did she even manage to get away with having a brick with her?? • Make this stop. Make this stop • Cecily! Save them! • They're meeting this is it. • Oh god • She's not going to hurt you Jimmy!

ANGEL

• Ah no • Don't be scared of each other • By god I think she's got it! Yes a panic attack Angel! A panic attack. Help him please • First Bliss and now Jimmy. Angel really is the saviour • Fuck man that was one hell of a meeting

JIMMY

• Your fans aren't monsters guys. I mean some of them are but they're real people just like you. Of course they'd help you in that situation

ANGEL

• Why can't my boys and my girls all just have happiness? Give them happiness goddammit. At least some peace • My,,,heart,,,Is,,,aching

FRIDAY

ANGEL

• All the emotions in this book are so real. I feel them in my gut • No Angel don't leave this way! • Mac. It's Mac. Time for a heart to heart • Juliet my girl my gal she deserves better. I want to hug her. I can't believe some parents can just do stuff like that. • She did take the knife! This is how they'll meet again though. The knife will bring them together

JIMMY

• They never have time my boys. They need to talk to Lister about his relationship with alcohol. Rowan deserves a relationship not affected so deeply by fame. Jimmy deserves so so much and it's not getting more anxious. They need to not sign the new contract • Rain rain so much rain • Jimmy that probably isn't a good idea..... but y'know what! Run. Go.

ANGEL

• Yes Angel you choose Juliet! • Or y'know Jimmy can message you... • Angel you be his bodyguard!!!!!

JIMMY

• He asked her to stay. Oh my babies. They're going to see Piero together ;_; • I love seeing Angel from Jimmy's perspective so much

ANGEL

• This whole section I just my heart is swelling • His grandma was called Joan. I'm going to cry • Piero my man I love him. He's adorable • Piero is wise. Piero speaks the truth. Jimmy and Angel both need to sort their shit out my babes

JIMMY

• No Jimmy please don't leave the ark just get a better contract. Idk. Ah this is so sad.

SATURDAY

ANGEL

• It's the boys. "I've got a bone to pick with you." Lol. Angry • This is certainly one way to meet your favourite band your obsessed with

JIMMY

• Jimmy noooooo • This isn't Angels fault Rowan. Just because she's a fictional protagonist so ends up in all these wild situations. • That's right Piero you tell em

ANGEL

• Angel you really gotta stop leaving without telling people • Yes Angel talk to your mummy. Is every interaction in this book going to split open my heart? • I wanna hug Angel so badly. I wanna hug them all • Statement of my love for Bliss again

JIMMY

• They're jamming like they used to. I'm going to cry. I never cry at books but I think I'm going to cry. • Why are they all so broken? Why do they have to break up? My heart it can't take this • Juliet is coming. The gang will be complete

ANGEL

• "I'm going to need another glass of milk" • Yes you definitely should care about yourselves more

JIMMY

• NO don't fight and leave NO • I'm going to need this fighting and hurt to stop now please. Time for happiness. Chip chop • Exactly don't let them leave Piero. It needs to be bloody resolved • Goddammit Lister. Just. Goddammit • Lister definitely has the knife doesn't he? • I'm so sad and there's not much left. This better get resolved enough for me to be smiling by the end or help me god

ANGEL

• Where's Lister? Jesus it just keeps coming. This needs to stop • Yes Juliet you snap at your idol. Don't take any shit girl

JIMMY

• Why do Angel and Jimmy both think everything is there fault. Stop it. Just. Ugh. My babies no • This weather is dramatic • Oh fuck. Oh no. Lister!!!! No. Why ah my heart no fuck no. Why the hELL would you do this to him? Why write this? Ahhhh • What the fu k? What the FUCK? WHY?

SUNDAY

ANGEL

• Yes yes yes. Angel would make a great band manager • I want Angel and Jimmy to stay in touch. I love their photos. I love these characters. It's nearly over and I'm not ready

JIMMY

• Yes guys you do whatever you want! Fuck the contract! Live your life! Be the band you're meant to be! I love them so much and yeah they're all a right much of weirdos • And I'm finished. My heart has gone through so much. I love all these characters. I want more of them. I don't want it to be over

damn that was a good book! @chronicintrovert well done!!

#alice oseman #iwbft #wow this is bloody long jesus

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panic-angel3314 · 7 years ago

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Shield x Reader-Siren’s Song Part 1

A/N: So this is the first ever fiction I am going to be posting on here. It’s a Marvel Universe with a slightly WWE Crossover. Main I just want to insert the Shield boys into the MCU and real agents. I would love feedback good or bad just to know if anyone is interested in it. I’m also tagging @smolsassynalilsmartassy and @theworldiscolorful because they’re my babes and my inspiration to actually start writing and posting. 😽😻 I love you guys!!

Summary- Siren is a Black Widow/Super Soldier Hybrid who has escaped Hydra’s thumb. The Hounds are the agents who are sent to capture her before Hydra can get her back. Will they be able to catch her or will the fall victim to the Siren’s song???

Warnings- Cursing and idk what else yet

And gif credit to owners :)

Part 1 | Part 2

“So what are we going to do about this Siren as they call her? She’s taking out our men left and right before they even know what hit them. As a widow myself, I can tell her abilities and powers are unprecedented. So what’s our next move Coulson.” Natasha looked over at Director Coulson with a pensive look. “I think it’s time we send in The Hounds and if all else fails maybe we can send you and Bucky. Maybe you can try some old trigger words from your programming on her. But hopefully it won’t come to that. The Hounds have had an extremely high success rate at apprehending potential allies.” Coulson mused. “That’s only because if they don’t apprehend they’re told to kill on site.” Natasha was quick to remind the Director. “Well that’s not an option this ‘Siren’ to brought, ALIVE. On my orders. Widow would you please send them to me as soon as possible.” And with that Natasha left not liking the fact that it was the Hounds that were going to be capturing the girl. Nat wasn’t sure what was bothering her but something in her gut told her there was more to the Siren’s story then she knew. And she’d be damned if she wasn’t the one to find out. Since no mission had been assigned to her at the briefing Nat was going to take some 'personal’ time to find more info on the girl.

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Walking into The Hounds’ den was one of Natasha’s least favorite things to do. The three men that made up their unit were very close knit and didn’t like outsiders encroaching in their space. Nevertheless their presence was requested by Director Coulson. Natasha told them as much and was on her way, having some other business to attend to. “Hey Rome, who do you think the boss wants us to bring in this time?” Seth asked his brother. Brother being a relative term. Both men were run through a solider program from the minute they could walk and talk it wasn’t until they graduated said program that they met their other brother Dean Ambrose. The bond was created instantly between the three. From their first mission the higher ups could tell there was something special. They moved as one entity which made them highly successful and valuable to Shield and all their agents. Even the Avengers were impressed by the close knit unit. Going as far as extending an invitation to join them, to which they politely declined. They preferred to work alone and with their track record no one could blame them. “Not sure Seth. But I don’t know about you two but I was getting a little stir crazy in here.” Roman replied. “I’m always up for a little adventure.” Said Dean. “Course you are lunatic.” Seth chimed in giving his brother a pat on the back as they walked towards the Director’s office. ~~~~~~~~~~

Knocking on the Director’s door and receiving the go-ahead to enter each man took a seat in front of the desk with Roman in the middle, being the powerhouse he is while Seth and Dean flanked his sides. In every aspect these three men worked as one. “Hello sir. How can we be of service.” Roman spoke up in his deep commanding voice. “Well gentlemen before I give you any details I need to give you all a fair warning. No one and I mean no one has been able to apprehend her.” “Her? So is this a take out mission or a capture boss?” Seth inquired. “This is definitely a capture mission. I want her brought in alive and unharmed at all costs fellas. I repeat alive and unharmed.” “Excuse me but uhh what’s so special about this chick anyway and why is it crossing our desks?” Blurted Dean but of course Coulson was unfazed by the man’s behavior at this point. “Well Ambrose if you’d let me finish I’d tell you. She was part of a super secret widow hybrid project and she’s the only successful case today. We don’t know if it’s her inhuman powers or her widow skills that are aiding her in eluding our men but you three are our last hope before we call in the Avengers. Plus it’s a pretty hefty pay day I thought you might enjoy.” Coulson divulged. “Excuse me sir but what do you mean by hybrid?” was Roman’s first question above anything. “Who ever was over seeing this program not only put her through the Redroom but they also altered her DNA by giving her a serum that had Captain America’s blood in it. So not only does she have the strength, speed, and agility of a widow but also a super soldier. Unfortunately that’s not all, so far we’ve been able to gather intel on a few of her powers such as controlling the natural elements but most of them are still unknown. Whatever serum they gave her altered her DNA so much that she became a Mutant much like the Maximoff twins.” After the Director’s spiel all three men were quiet and reserved saying nothing more than they would take the job and left with the files in hand. ~~~~~~~~~~

“Damn Ro do you see what she looks like? Fuck what I wouldn’t do to have my head buried between those thighs.” Dean grunted as he finally saw what exactly this Siren looked like. “Careful Ambrose she could probably kill you with those thighs.” Seth cackled. “Then I’d die a happy man that’s for sure. Come on Ro don’t tell me you don’t think she’s hot.” “Look Uce she’s a very beautiful girl but that’s beside the point she’s our mission nothing more nothing less.” Roman replied ever the sensible one. “Architect what do you got for me?” “Honestly man I think we should do reconnaissance before anything else. Not that I don’t trust this file, I’d just like to see what she can do with my own two eyes.” Seth answered. “What was her last known location?” Dean asked. “It’s says she was last spotted in Romania near the base her old widow program was held.” Seth read off the file. “Why would she be there? That base has been shut down for years.” Dean concluded. “I’m not sure. But I intend to find out. Pack up boys. I’d like to take the Quinjet as soon as possible and be there before first light.” Roman told his brothers. All too soon the boys were off headed on a journey that none of the three men were prepared for. ~~~~~~~~~~

Siren’s POV It’s been about three day since I made the last agent that attempted to follow me. I knew I should have just tried to figure out what this agency wanted with me. Whether it was to condemn me for the crimes of my past or to ask me to aid them in something good. But I wasn’t that person anymore. I wasn’t that brainwashed Siren that would complete a mission no matter the cost because the consequences we too unbearable to think about. Ever since the Soldier left or was set free, I was their new weapon of choice and without the Solider by my side I had no one to protect me from the hell they put me through. No matter what happened then I wasn’t that person anymore. I was…. well I wasn’t sure who I was, which is why I’ve been trying to evade anyone who might be following me. I was determined to find out who I was before the widow program , I was determined to find out where I belonged. What I didn’t know was that three very special men were on their way to find me and completely turn my world upside down. ~~~~~~~~~~

“Fuck Big Dog did you finish reading her file?” “Nah man what’s it say” “She’s practically the female version of the Winter Soldier. In fact they spent many missions together. It also says here that Hydra tried to get them to "pro create” with each other. When they were fucking with her DNA they messed with her pheromones so that she’d be more appealing to him. I think that’s why she’s able to evade most agents. She uses them to lure the men and then take them out long enough so that she can escape.“ "Wait a minute they wanted to make her into a baby factory for the Winter Soldier so they could create an army of Hybrids?! What the fuck man.” Ambrose was livid at the thought of someone using such an innocent looking little thing like you to do something so horrid. “It also said she was able to escape not long after Bucky but instead of following his lead back to Steve, she’s been on her own in hiding ever since. She also hasn’t made a single kill since she escaped Hydra’s thumb.” Seth added hoping to placate the raging lunatic. “Well maybe if we figure out what she’s looking for we might be able to convince her to take our help and in turn she can return with us. Are there any other names she goes by besides Siren.” Roman inquired as he was piloting the jet to the landing point. “No, man almost everything about who she was before Siren in unknown. It’s like Hydra erased this girl’s whole existence.” Seth replied quite saddened by the file and all it had to report. Ambrose on the other hand was stewing in his mutual hatred for all that is Hydra, having escaped himself at a very young age. That though was a whole other story. One that would soon come to light whether he liked it or not. He made sure to always inflict as much damage on them as retribution for all he had suffered under them. And he’d make damn sure they’d pay for every transgression upon which they inflicted on the Siren. But first he would have to calm down and focus on finding her. “Well boys were here and the hotel I booked us isn’t too far away so we’ll take a truck off the jet and drive it there. I feel like an SUV would be to conspicuous. Also make sure to change into civilian clothes I don’t want to spook this girl in any way.” “You got it Uce.” “Sure thing Big Dog.” Both Seth and Dean relied at the same time. ~~~~~~~~~~

Siren’s POV I can’t believe that old bunker was completely wiped out. I’m at a loss here. All I want to know is who I am and where I came from. I also really miss Winter, however, I’m so glad he’s free and I hope he finally found that Steve he was always telling me about. I wonder if I shouldn’t just give up and try finding Winter again. I had had a location on him as he was last spotted in Romania but I was afraid that if Hydra caught us together it would spell disaster. Plus with agents following me left and right I didn’t know who to trust and I couldn’t forgive myself if I was the one to lead Hydra back to Winter. Not after all the nice things he had done for me even in the worst of circumstances. I often wonder if he thinks about me or is searching for me. I was way too caught up in my thought to notice the 6 foot tall 230 pound wall blocking my path towards the front desk of the motel I was going to check into. But before I could fall flat on my butt two very callused very warm hands snaked around my waist that had me visibly shivering at the touch. However it was the low gravely voice that I wasn’t prepared for, “Easy Babydoll, you go walking around not paying attention to your surroundings you could really getcha self hurt. Luckily I was quick to catch ya fall.” As a widow you’re are taught to notice all the little details that make up a person. Whether it be subtle movements and mannerisms or actual physical appearance. Right off the bat I could tell this man was a foreigner with his odd American accent and his patten leather jacket with combat boots that almost look standard issued to most agents. I also noticed he wasn’t surprised by my appearance, most new people I meet throughout my travels are mesmerized by the beauty I was created with. Which tips me off to one or two things. This man is either and agent of some sort or a bounty hunter sent to collect my corpse. While this man was very attractive and something about his eyes just felt too familiar. He was too well built to be a type of tourist just chugging along even though his outfit says other wise. Another one of his major mistakes was pulling me in so close that I could immediately feel all the different types of weapons he had strapped on. Once I felt those I was on high alert and I could tell that my pheromones were starting to change, it’s a defense mechanism I developed in my time as a Hydra weapon. I could use the pheromones in my body to seduce and persuade agents and enemies alike to do certain things, while I was never able to poison some one with them. I’m sure if Hydra had me in there clutches much longer I would have perfected that as well. I felt my pheromones change and shift like a light mist settling over the two of us and as I looked up towards the mystery man I could tell his eyes were glazing over, which indicated the perfect time to persuade him. “It’s okay it’s not like I was ever here or that you ever saw me. Isn’t that right?” “That’s right.” the man repeated in monotoned voice much like the agents before him who have succumbed to one of my many powers. As slowly and as carefully as I could I slipped out of the strangers arms. While he was still in a daze I grabbed my room key and headed towards my room. ~~~~~~~~~~

Dean’s POV “Dean! Man where the hell have you been? We’ve been waiting for you for 30 minutes man. We have a limited window in finding the Siren and you’re just out in the lobby shooting the breeze.” Seth was reprimanding his fellow brother in arms. “Take it easy Architect! I’ll have you know I found her. Hell she’s the one who bumped into me.” “Explain yourself.” Roman commanded. I went on to explain the whole interaction even the part where she tried to seduce me and persuade me into forgetting her existence. But how could I forget a pretty little thing like her. It was more that just her beauty, the way she perfectly fit in my hands had me sporting a not so concealed chub. Hopefully she didn’t feel it or at the very least she thought it’s was some sort of weapon. “Wait Dean! Did you just say her pheromones didn’t work on you?!” Seth question. “Yea man. I don’t know what happen. I felt this like warmth wash over me but instead of forgetting her and our encounter like she wanted. I remember everything. From the way she sounded to the way she felt in my hands-” “Whoa whoa dude! Too much. What do you mean how she felt in your hands?” Inquired Seth. “It doesn’t matter what matters is you’ve been made however we have the advantage of knowing where to find her. I think I should go solo on this one boys. I want you both to hang back and see if you can’t find any info about her in her room she has here.” Roman laid out the plans to find the Siren , which I was mostly fine with. I just wish it was me going to find her. I don’t know what it is but there just something so familiar about her that I can’t get it out of my head, from the moment her file crossed our desk. But I be damned if I didn’t figure it out.

#the shield x reader #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #dean ambrose imagine #roman reigns imagine #seth rollins x reader #dean ambrose x reader #roman reigns x reader #bucky barns x reader #mcu imagine #the shield #agents of shield #black widow #phil coulson #my writing #dean x Seth x Roman x reader

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itshyejung · 6 years ago

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She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not - Chen Linong

Type: Scenario

(Not gonna do genres bc tbh idk how to categorize my scenarios? I guess they’re fluff I mean they’re not rly angsty and def not smut so... just cute? Who even knows lmao)

Characters: Nine Percent Chen Linong x you

(Pics are edited by me so pls give credit. Scenarios are not requested, I came up with all these a long time ago but never really shared them publicly, so hope you guys enjoy! I tried to be creative with each scenario and not do super cliche or boring ones but I think all of them are still kinda cliche lmao...)

The florist’s had never been so busy before, but here you were hauling in boxes and boxes of flower orders your aunt had just placed to keep the stocks up in the shop. There was a large truck in the back parking lot that was filled with many floral arrangements. How many did your aunt even order? Too many to count. There was barely any room left at the display windows, so you had no choice but to push them towards the counter, where they almost crowded the cash register. You would have to deal with them later, there were more out back.

You thanked the delivery man, signed your name on his clipboard, and stood looking disbelief at the ros of pots and plants that were lined at your feet as he drove away. Where were you doing to find the time and spot to put them? With a sigh, you picked up the first pot of orchids and tugged it inside, searching carefully. At least the shop hadn’t opened yet, so you still had some time. However, you had to hurry. Any passerby might see the row of flowers outside an empty parking lot and think it was weird. You checked your watch: 45 minutes until opening hours to move 60 pots of flowers. You were in trouble.

Feeling like an idiot, you ran up the stairs to your ream and began fixing the flower pots all over the floor of your room. Besides, if you ran out of one kind of flower, you’d just have to run right up there and bring one down, pretending it was the second stock room. Right? No one would know. Except maybe your aunt, who was on maternity leave due to her pregnancy, might have a fit when she comes to visit, yelling about how the flowers don’t have proper sunlight and water supply. Speaking of, the ones downstairs probably don’t either. Oops.

You fished around the real storage room for the watering can and took it to the sink, impatiently waiting for it to fill up with water. You had ten minutes lefto before opening time. Hurriedly, you dragged the watering can over to the row of flowers spread in a row under grow lights, lightly sprinkling water over the delicate petals. Why was such a small watering can so heavy?

You stepped back to admire how fast you’d gotten it all done. Then you cringed. Hopefully you hadn’t drowned the flowers. They looked fine; presentable at least. As a florist’s assistant, that was good enough for you. Your aunt could check on it later.

It was a weekend and you had to managed the store, as the only other employee your aunt had hired so far worked on the weekdays when you had school. If this was going to be your potential job, the least you could do was work weekends while your aunt was on maternity leave.

You flipped the closed sign over to open and ran upstairs quickly to bring two more flower pots down, just for presentation. Although there was practically no room on your counter, you managed to squish them both on there without knocking over any of them. You heard the bell ring in front of the store as someone pushed open the door hurriedly.

“Yes hello, welcome to-“ You stopped short in your tracks when you realized just who had stepped foot in your store: one of your favorite regular customers, Chen Linong. He also served as your current secret crush. Your heart bloomed like the flowers in the shop whenever you saw him, and you definitely felt lighter around his presence. There was something about him that distinguished him from other guys that girls usually had a crush on: although he seemed shy, he didn’t care about things like people seeing a teenage boy hanging around in a florist’s shop. No one called him a loser for it either, because they knew a guy like him had his reasons.

“H-hi,” Linong blurted, turning an alarming shade of red in the face. Was he sick? Was it hot in here? Come to think of it��

Maybe the fact that a teenage boy coming to the flower shop was starting to eat at him. But you didn’t mind. You could stare at him admiring your floral arrangements all day, and every day you tried to perfect the arrangements to his liking. “Um, do you need any help finding a specific type of flower?”

“No thanks, I’m fine.” He smiled straight at you… wait, it wasn’t like there was someone else in the room anyway.

“Oh, um, feel free to look around!” You cringed. What were you saying? Didn’t he already say he was fine? Why did you keep bothering him?

“Yeah I will, thank you,” he said and knelt down so that his eye level was parallel to that of a pot of sunflowers. He was so close that his nose was almost buried in the petals. You thought it was a funny image and almost burst out laughing, but then you remembered that you hated your laugh, and besides, you’d rather not disturb the silence in the shop right now.

Just you and Linong… this was the way it should be.

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The florist’s was one heck of a busy place. Were there really that many people who wanted to buy flowers? All the times you had read about florists in books, they’d always had a quiet, tranquil attitude, not some busy, rushed attitude. Plus, the literal flower boys who worked there were always described so prettily and cutesy and here you were… scared you were going to knock over one of the pots on your counter.

“Ma’am, can I get a pot of lilies, please?”

“I still haven’t gotten my order of a six set amaryllis and astible mix.”

“Do you have any sunflower arrangements left?” Linong grinned crookedly at you and jokingly hid the sunflower pot he was admiring earlier behind his body secretly.

“Yes, I’ll be right there…” you called, barely hearing your own voice. What was it, roses, orchids, sunflowers? Or daffodils, carnations, sunflowers? All you remembered were the sunflowers hidden behind Linong’s body, and you hurried to get them. He had on a yellow sweater today, the same color as the sunflowers, and he sighed like he had been caught red-handed with his masterful camoflauge plan. But he smiled to let you know he was still joking. You rolled your eyes and dragged the damn heavy thing back to the counter, where the first two customers in line stood patiently waiting for their… delphiniums and irises. Sweat peas and lilac.

“Lilies, amaryllis, and astible!” you muttered a little too loudly to yourself, the sound of you snapping your fingers echoing off the walls of the small, cramped shop. You looked around at all the faces staring at you. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll be right back.”

You ran upstairs, oblivious to the fact that Linong was watching you trip over the stairs towards your room in the shop. In fact, there were many things Linong knew that you were oblivious to. There was the fact that he knew you lived up there, on the second floor of the building in which the florist’s shop lay at the bottom of. He also knew that every night, after you closed the shop, you would open the balcony doors to your room, sometimes blasting your music while you did your homework, which the neighborhood never minded of. You’d then water your hanging plants delicately before closing the doors again. Sometimes he rode his bike here, and as he was wheeling away, he would see your figure in the dim light of your room. He knew you lived independently, as you had been given the spare room on top of the florist’s ever since you started working there by your aunt. He knew all these things about your life and yet he still didn’t know how to talk to you.

You appeared at the bottom of the stairs again, dragging the designated flower pots with you and handing them to the right customers. linong sighed, waiting patiently as he rocked back and forth on his small heels, curling his feet along the insides of the rubber soles as he stalled for time. He couldn’t wait to get started with the new project he had planned in mind, and he really needed your help. But it seemed like you were too busy to notice him standing there. A bit dejected, he turned back to the flowers, now remembering you had snatched his sunflowers away. He chuckled to himself and began to browse along the rows, selecting a new flower in his mind.

The sound of a ringing bell and the clicking of cashier keys rang throughout the shop all day. Linong was getting tired of waiting. He stood up and suddenly saw a spare apron hanging off a crooken nail in the wall. He scrambled up to get it and tied it on himself. You looked at him incredulously. What was he getting himself into?

“Let me help you,” he said, sliding into a spot at the counter next to you. You smiled so big you were afraid your teeth would fall out right there in front of him.

“U-um… you don’t have to! I can manage by myself!” You gently pushed him out of the way and busied yourself with rummaging through the coin box to find change for the customer at the front of the line.

“Are you sure about that?” HIs eyes looked so sincere you almost felt bad about lying to him about how tired you were. BUt it wasn’t right to complain to a customer like him about your job. Besides, you’d picked this job because you genuinely loved flowers, and you especially loved your aunt, the professional florist who had given you this job in her very own florist business. She was even nice enough to let you have the small room upstairs. You couldn’t let her down, but… “I’ve been watching you all day, and I’m pretty sure you would love some help, wouldn’t you?”

You blushed madly, unable to believe he’d make you feel this way. “A-ah… whatever you say,” you said hastily, pushing a few flower pots aside. However, you forgot for a second how crowded the counter had been and you knocked one over the edge. Linong was quick to retrieve it, wiping his brow. “That was close, wasn’t it? Now aren’t you glad I came to your rescue?”

You blushed even more. “Sure.”

“Hey, it’s really sweet that you two lovebirds are chitchatting over there, but I need my order urgently, miss!” a lady in a long white trencth coat called from the middle of the line. You and Linong both scrambled a good distance away from each other and began to take care of customers’ needs and wants from opposite sides of the counter. Occasionally, you’d both turn heads to look at each other for a split second, then quickly look away.

When you finally turned over the “Open” sign hanging on the inside of the door, Linong was collapsed on the counter. Luckily, most of the flowers had cleaned away, so his tall frame had a lot of space to lean on. “Wow, I don’t know how you go through this every day. I-I mean the job is nice, it’s just… for a high school student like you, isn’t it a bit, um, too much?” he suddenly stuttered.

You opened another door to a small kitchen and grabbed two cups, preparing to make tea for the both o fyou. “It’s honestly fun work for me. Maybe it’s hard on you a bit, because you’ve never experienced this before, but that’s okay. You’ll find your strength someday and have a career that keeps you going. For me, it’s being a florist. My aunt was the one who educated me in this area, so I’ve always followed her footsteps.” You added water to the tea bags in the cups and carried them out to the main shop. Linong gingerly took the handle of the one you held out to him.

“Amazing,” he said in the most innocent voice he could manage. “Well, it’s good that you don’t mind this job. I think it suits you a lot. I mean, you’re practically as pretty as a flower yourself,” he complimented. You shied away, hiding your face in your hair for a brief moment.

“Hey, I just had an odd question. What are your top seven flower recommendations for girls?” He drained the last of his tea and set the cup down. It shined pristinely, like there had never been tea in there. Amazing. Did he like tea that much?

You were suddenly flustered. “U-uh, I have a list on the business website. You can find it there…. there are pretty much recommendations for everyone.”

“Thanks, Well I’ll be talking my leave now. Take it easy, alright?” He saluted you and backtracked out the door. You saluted him back with a small smile, The way he had voice his question was like he had someone in his mind that he liked. Who was it going to be? Maybe Yawei, the president of the debate team and co-captain of the cheerleading squad: both the brainy and athletic type of Asian. Or maybe it would be Tiancai, that one genius Asian artist who always got praised for her artwork even though she made a mess of it (“Now that’s real art!” the teacher said) and wore paint-splotched clothes to school without a care.

You trudged up the stairs with heavy feet, ready to literally crash into your bed. Then you remembered your lit homework sat untouched in your backpack for tomorrow.

Take it easy, my ass.

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After another couple of days, you were minding the florist shop as usual when Linong walked into the shop with a slight bounce to his step. Okay, unusual. Maybe he was just extra happy and bright today. After all, wasn’t that what he was known for at school? Being overly optimistic?

“Can I help you with anything?” you approahced him, just like a regular employee at a store would do. He shook his head like usual, explaining that he was just browsing. “In fact, I found a pretty cool flower along the way here. Do you guys have these?”

He held up a daisy and you laughed. “What don’t we have?”

You tended to a few more customers that morning, and sometimes your line of sight would stray over to where Linong squatted. When the last of the morning rush customers had gone, you turned back to Linong. He was like a stray cat that always hung out in your shop and stayed by your side the entire day, doing aimless things. Now, he had that silly daisy in his hand again, only this time half the petals were plucked off and were in a messy arrangement around his feet.

“She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me…” You chuckled as he counted the petals of an odd-petaled flower. Reaching the end, he jumped up and rushed up to your counter. Remembering your job, you also quickly rushed behind it. Linong never bought anything, which you didn’t mind, but you, as a florist, needed to attend to all customer’s needs.

“One orchid arrangement, please!” he said, placing an array of dollar bills and coins on the counter.

“Coming right up.” You reached beneath you and pulled out what you thought had been your best arrangement of orchids and proudly handed it to him. “Here’s your change.” Pause. “For anyone in particular?” You poised a pen over the blank tag on the pot, ready to get indirect dirt on the girl he liked.

“Yes, a very special girl. She’s the most beautiful one, too. Just write that down,” he said nonchalantly. You half-heartedly wrote that on the tag, secretly half-wishing it would be you. Of course it wouldn’t. You bet 60% that it was Yawei, but Tiancai wouldn’t be half bad either.

“Thanks! I hope these will do the trick. I got them from the list of recommendations you personally put on the website, you know.” He winked and left.

Earlier than usual. And little did he know orchids were your favorites.

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Every day after that he would purchase a new flower arrangement. Tulips. Roses. Delphiniums. Poppies. Asters. And finally, hydrangea. He even requested for a single sunflower. Each day he bought your next favorite. He seemed to get cheerier each day, his hands full of fresh dollar bills and coins. You found yourself forcing a smile each day he came. You had a crush on him so badly you couldn’t stand seeing him take flowers out of your shop for some other girl that he liked when he was the one you liked. How dare he?

Okay, okay, so it was your fault you never told him. Best just to be a regular old florist and not Linong’s secret admirer.

Strangely, on the eighth day, he hadn’t come in at all. With the amount of dedication he had to buying flowers for his girl, you’d think he would have bought something at your shop every day, 365 days a year. But there was no sign of him. Sighing, you flipped the “Open” sign over. You decided to call a few of your friends to help you with a project.

It was another huge flower arrangement order, but this time it was a surprise for someone special. In a few days, your aunt would have her first abby shower with her newlywed husband. This was an event you couldn’t miss, and you wanted to see her after missing her so much on maternity leave. In fact, your flower arrangements had been so successful a couple motnhs ago at her wedding that you suddenly loved your new skill and was soon obsessed with it. Ever since, you’ve had a knack for creating artistic flower arrangements and made the business of the florist shop even larger. That way, your aunt felt that it was afe to hand off major responsibilities to you. Besides, you were almost graduating. Shouldn’t all 17-year-olds have a small, stable job now?

As you waited for your friends to arrive, you heard a soft knocking on the glass of the shop’s door. It was Linong, carrying what looked like a giant lion head. Nope, never mind; in the street light it was more of a giant flower arrangement in a straw basket, with the single sunflower he’d just bought recently sticking out. You opened the door and stepped out into the cold, steam rising from the breath you took. “It looks nice.”

“Isn’t it?” He looked proud. “Thanks to you.” Your grimace dropped. “You really helped me out this time. I owe you. When I gift this to the girl I love, I’ll definitely make sure to give you credit!”

You remembered all those times he had secretly broken your heart, all those times he had left your shop with a new bundle of flowers, all those stupid gooddamn times you had to write “to the most special, beautiful girl I know” on the blank tags while gagging inside.

Your friends arrived soon after and you had to shut Linong out of your life now. He looked a bit disappointed as you ran pu the stairs to your room, beginning to work on the 250 flower arrangements for your aunt’s baby shower. His heart felt heavy as he carried the equally heavy basket back to his house. If only you knew…

The day of your aunt’s baby shower finally arrived, and you woke up worried. You had arranged carpools with your friends to get the 250 flower arrangements to the baby shower location before the actual baby shower started so that your aunt wouldn’t notice. Then you remembered that Linong would be there. Oh, screw him! Weren’t you trying to get over him anyway? Why were you still worrying about him? You struggled to lift the delicate flowers into the trunks of your friends’ cars. On the way there, you discussed your Linong dilemma with them, and they were very supportive in saying that they would stand up with you against him whenver needed.

Finally, everything was in place. Your aunt and new uncle arrived in a sleek black car and even got to walk down a makeshift red carpet of red rose petals. When they stepped out, all the guests cheered at the sight of an obvious baby bump. You couldn’t wait for a new baby cousin. Maybe you could be the next teacher in the family’s florist generation, and you could get to teach your cousin. Unless if he was a boy; then he wouldn’t be interested.

After listening to a long speech about how much your aunt was proud of you, she said, “All these flower arrangements today were made by my niece, and I can’t believe she surprised me like this. Coincidentally, I wanted to surprise her as well for working so hard during my maternity leave. Actually, I had a hand in helping someone else plan a surprise for her. So I’m going to introduce him right now. Her friend from school, Chen Linong, come on up!”

You saw Linong move towards the podium with a large basket of flowers in his arms. The very same flower basket arrangement he had shown you a few days ago.

“Thanks auntie,” he said. “Hi. I’m Chen Linong, and I’m a classmate of her niece who prepared all these beautiful flower arrangements. I wanted to surprise her by making a flower arrangement of my own to confess to her with, although it could never compare to hers. But I hope she’ll still like it.”

He stepped off the podium and the entire audience “aw”ed with enthusiasm. Your heart pounded as fast as a race car’s maximum mph rate as he walked closer and closer.

Until all you could see right in front of you were hydrangea. Tulips. Roses. Poppies. Asters. Delphiniums. Orchids. The single sunflower poking out cutely.

And the smiling face of Linong, the only (sun)flower that mattered right now.

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