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mrsalwayswritex · 5 years ago

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Call Me Fighter

A/N: Good news everyone! I remember where I got these pictures! /benhardyig on instagram posted these a few days ago and I got the inspo for this! Also the song I used for the title is one of my husbands favorites so you should give it a listen! Side note, Im not really sure how Im feeling about most of this so hang in there and let me know how it was!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Platonic Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4900

Warnings: Fighting (fairly detailed? Im not sure?), swearing, lying, i dont know what else?

Song: Call me fighter by Matt Beilis

She wasn't sure if he knew that she knew, but she did. Y/n was always smarter than he gave her credit for. Did he really think that she would believe him?

“Went ass over tit on my bike last week”

“Dropped my damn phone on my face”

“Bar fight, truly heroic”

The excuses he was giving her were getting more and more ridiculous, she wished that he would tell her already so she could stop hiding the fact that she knew. Ben and Y/n had been friends for years, and she knew him better than he knew himself. Y/n could remember back in grade school when Ben would get into fights, countless fights for no reason, so when he started sporting a new bruise every week, she had a feeling about what was happening.

Y/n wasn't proud of how she found out, but he had given her no choice, the more and more he lied to her, the more she had to find out the truth. It was just a few weeks ago that Y/n could hear shouting coming from next door, where Ben lived, and she listened closely but could only hear his voice. Years prior, the two of them had both been house hunting, Y/n found a duplex for sale and she knew instantly it was going to be perfect, so together, they bought it and each took a side.

“I'll be there, I SAID I'LL FUCKIN’ BE THERE!” Y/n heard his voice booming through the walls, followed by the sound of Ben stomping around his house before his front door slammed closed. Ben hardly ever even raised his voice to her, so hearing his shout like that had caused her to worry immediately. She grabbed her jacket and poked her head out the door, seeing Ben’s retreating form headed down the street. Y/n pulled her hood over her mess of hair and walked slowly, following him carefully.

Following Ben felt like a betrayal to their friendship, but she had seen how he came home last week, she needed to know what was happening to him. When Y/n saw him walk into an alley in the warehouse district, saying she was confused would have been an understatement, but she followed nonetheless.

Y/n was not at all prepared to see a line of people standing at a metal door, but watch Ben walk right past them and go into a second door. The line was moving quickly so she just stood in the back of the line until she made her way to a man with arms bigger than her head. “Twenty buck admission, sweetheart.” The large man’s voice boomed, and she frantically patted her pockets, grinning widely as she found a twenty in her jeans pocket, handing it to the man and being ushered inside.

The lights in the large warehouse were sparse and dim, casting shadows on the walls. Y/n stepped carefully over the trash littered floor, careful to avoid the men standing around in small groups and talking in hushed voices with their eyes darting around nervously. She kept her hood pulled over her head as she quickly scanned the room, unable to see Ben at all. I watched him walk in here, I know he is here somewhere, she thought to herself. As she got closer to the center of the large room, she saw a rather large cage with only one door and a mat inside. Y/n couldn't help the nauseous feeling in her stomach as she looked around the inside of the cage, seeing what had to be blood, splattered everywhere.

Y/n’s attention was pulled from the scene by a man’s voice over a speaker, “Make your final bets, ladies and gents, our fighters are almost ready.” Heart pounding at the words, Y/n looked around frantically, hoping to catch Ben’s face in the crowd, the nausea getting worse as her thoughts raced. Letting herself get moved back, away from the cage, she nervously chewed at her thumbnail, something she hadn't done in years. Her heart stopped and her jaw hung open wide when she saw Ben walking from the crowd, shirtless but with taped up hands, and stepping into the cage. Her hands flew to cover her mouth quickly and though she was sure she made a noise, it was drowned out by the cheering of the crowd.

His face looked hard and tough from here, but Y/n knew Ben better than anyone else, she could see the worry and the sadness behind his eyes. She had spent most of her time there in tears, her heart breaking more and more with every hit that landed on Ben. She wasn’t even able to stay for the whole fight, running out of the building and not stopping until she was on her shared porch. That night when she heard Ben get home and tap on the shared wall, like they had done since they moved in, she ignored it. She couldn’t face him, knowing he would just feed her another excuse.

Y/n had followed Ben three more nights, out of morbid curiosity she guessed, and had left before the fight was over every time. Everytime she would wait for the tap on the wall when he got home and would stay silent. Y/n realized what the taps meant now, I'm home and safe. Ben may not have told her what he was doing, but at least with the taps, she knew when he was home. Weeks went by with Ben leaving the house at odd hours and coming back late, tapping the wall and then they would meet in the morning for coffee like always with some kind of fabricated story. She hadn't gone to another fight in weeks.

Today, though, Y/n paced around her living room for hours. Ben had left hours ago and he still wasn't home, which made her stomach turn. She waited only another ten minutes and then she was grabbing her jacket from the hook and slamming the door behind her as she ran quickly to the warehouse. Once she was inside, she saw a bigger crowd than she had ever seen before and her anxiety spiked. This was something different. When the announcer spoke over the loudspeaker, she watched as Ben walked into the cage, but this time he was already bloody and cut up, he had already fought tonight and he was fighting again? Y/n watched the way Ben leaned heavily on the side of the cage, arm clutched to his side and chest heaving harshly.

Not only was the guy who entered moments later at least twice the size of Ben, but he was also wider and the look on his face was not at all friendly. She could see Ben’s hesitation as he looked at the ref and the man shrugged his shoulders. Y/n knew that this wasn't a normal fight, and she knew nothing about fighting. The few times she had gone, she tried to stay hidden in the back where he wouldn't spot her, but the longer this fight went on, the closer and closer she crept to the cage. Watching Ben move really was incredible in a normal situation, but watching him bounce easily from foot to foot and easily dodge his opponents fists was something else. Unfortunately, Ben was not so bouncy this time.

Y/n flinched audibly when one of the big guys fists collided with Ben’s cheek, making him stumble back, another fist following seconds later and Y/n had gotten close enough to see his eyes crossing from the hit. His jaw went slack just in time for one last hit and his eyes rolled back and he dropped to the mat.

“BEN!”

That was a hell of a hit, Ben thought to himself as he fell heavily to the mat of the cage. He could have sworn that he heard Y/n’s voice, but of course it wasn't really her, she had no idea what Ben was doing right now, a fact that he took solace in as he let his eyes fall closed and the darkness swallowed him whole.

Ben didn't know how long he was out for, but his ears woke up before his eyes and he could hear the sounds of people cheering distantly, but closer than that he heard someone softly crying and the sound of ripping paper. Even behind closed eyes, the light overhead was excruciating, and kept his eyes closed tightly. He could feel the pressure of someone wiping at the cuts on his face. Ben listened to the sniffles of his faceless caregiver, he could hear the soft choked sobs falling from their mouth.

“Oh Ben,” Ben heard his makeshift nurse, who was certainly female, coo sadly.

He let the words spin in his head, the voice repeating over and over. Oh Ben was right. Ben knew he had gotten in over his head when his opponent entered the cage, noticing quickly that it was not the guy who he was supposed to fight. He had gotten greedy, he knew he did. Ben had taken to betting on himself through a regular attendee of the fights, and management had caught wind and needed to put a stop to it.

“Gods, you're such an idiot.” His nurse spoke again and Ben’s heart dropped, he knew that voice.

“Y/n?” Ben opened his eyes quickly and regretted it immediately, throwing his head off the side of the bench he was laying on and emptying his stomach. Y/n squeaked and jumped backwards out of the splash zone, though her face lit up brightly.

“Ben!” She rushed to the other side of the bench, leaning down and carefully rubbing a hand over his sweaty back as he groaned loudly. “Jesus, Ben, I thought I had lost you.” Y/n smiled, though when Ben rolled back onto his back, he could see the tears still streaming down her face.

“What are you doing here?” He tried to use his arm to push himself off the bench but the pain in his shoulder stopped him with a hiss, Y/n putting a gentle hand on his chest to keep him still.

“Don't move, your shoulder is fucked up and I think you broke a few ribs.” Y/n explained with a sniffle, keeping her hand on his chest, and she felt him relax under her touch.

“Y/n.” Ben experimentally raised his other arm and when no pain blossomed, he laid his hand on top of hers. “What are you doing here? Did they call you?” He questioned again, squeezing her hand, causing her to look at his eyes.

His face was still bloody, left eye swelling up with a nasty cut below it. His right side was no better, a bruise was forming on his jaw and his nose was still slowly bleeding from a small cut there too. Y/n’s heart broke looking at him, she wasn't able to stop the sob that ripped from her throat. “You didn't tap.”

Ben’s eyes widened and taking a ragged breath, which broke her heart more, he squeezed her hand once more. “You knew?” His voice was barely above a whisper and had Y/n not been sitting so close to him, she may not have heard it. Y/n nodded her head softly, biting her lip as tears tumbled down her face. “How?”

Y/n choked out a laugh despite the sadness she felt, “Did you really think you were giving me good excuses?” She shook her head softly before standing and taking the bowl of water she had brought over, now red, and dumped it out. Y/n shook her head again before putting the bow down a little harder than she should have, the startling sound making Ben jump and hiss at the pain. “How could you keep something like this from me?” She spoke forcefully but didn't make eye contact. Ben laid his head back down onto the bench and sighed.

“I didn't want you to know, Y/n.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wincing from the pain. “I didn't want you to worry.”

Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms, “OH of course, because this is so much better.” Pushing herself off the counter, she strode towards him quickly. “Do you not understand how lucky you were that I knew where you sneak off to?” Her voice raised and Ben squeezed his eyes closed tighter. “Ben you could have died! Do you not realize that? Did you know what they do to fighters who get knocked out like that?” She questioned, grabbing his face light enough to not hurt but enough to make him open his eyes. “They drug you out of the cage and pulled you back here by your fucking arms Ben. They tossed you into this room and closed the door behind them.” Y/n swiped her hand over her eyes quickly, angry at the tears that came.

Ben looked into the eyes of his best friend, hating that he had caused her pain. Hating that he had lied to her for months and here she was, taking care of him like she always did. She had every right to be upset with him, because he knew that he didn't have a good enough excuse for his choices. “I can't give you a good reason, Y/n.” He stared into her eyes, lifting his good hand to her face and wiped away a tear as it ran over her cheek. When he looked at his hand against her face, he could finally see some of the damage done tonight.

Ben stared at his swollen and cut knuckles, carefully wiped clean of blood thanks to her. Clenching his fist a few times, the cuts split open again and small streaks of blood sliding down the back of his hand. “Stop that.” Y/n spoke softly, grabbing his hand and the wet cloth, wiping away the blood once more. Ben watched her silently, allowing her to move his arm anyway she needed.

“I'm sorry I lied.”

“Me too.”

They both stayed silent as Y/n walked around the room, gathering hers and Ben’s things while Ben just tried to sit up on the bench. Once Y/n had Ben’s backpack over her shoulder, she walked over to him and offered him a hand, which he took gratefully. Anchoring herself with her legs, she let Ben pull himself up before wrapping an arm over her shoulder. Usually Ben would make a joke about how much shorter she was than him, but this time he stayed silent, using all of his energy to not scream out in pain. Y/n watched his jaw clench tight as he tried to take a step forward, nearly pulling her to the ground with him.

“Walking home isn't an option, Ben.” She sighed, her voice cracking slightly. “You're going to have to wait here while I go and get the car.” Ben, who didn't trust himself not to cry out, kept his mouth closed and nodded carefully. Y/n tried to ease Ben back to the bench as carefully as possible, but Ben’s knee buckled and they both went down hard. She yelped loudly and Ben felt the laughter bubble up in his throat and before he could stop it, it spilled out. “Are you laughing at me right now?” Y/n chuckled, letting herself relax onto the floor, arm still wrapped around Ben. Ben just laughed louder and nodded his head, making Y/n giggle back and soon the two best friends were both clutching their stomachs in hysterics.

Y/n, breathless from laughter, glanced towards Ben and her laughter turned to choked sobs. Ben was quick to shush her, pulling her close to him and she laid gently on his chest. Wincing through the pain, he raised his hand to her hair and stroked it softly. “Let’s go home, Y/n.” Ben pressed his lips to her forehead and she sniffled and nodded, pulling herself into a sitting position. Standing and offering Ben both of her hands, she carefully got him back onto the bench and sighed heavily.

“I'll be right back, don't move.” She pointed at him seriously, but Ben could see the forced smile on her face and his heart hurt for her. He nodded and faked his own smile, shooting her a thumbs up and laying his head back against the wall behind him. Y/n waved once more before she closed the door behind her and Ben was alone.

He hated that she had to see him like this, he had thought he was covering his tracks well enough, though Y/n had always been smarter than him. He thanked whatever god was listening at that moment, that she wasn't here anymore. He knew what it meant to be caught betting on yourself. That was something that Y/n never needed to see. Ben pulled himself up carefully, holding his arm close to his side, hissing at the sudden all over pain. Slowly he made his way across the room, but was stopped short when the door opened with a loud bang as it clattered against the wall. The fight manager and his two overly large goons pushed their ways through the door, staring Ben down like he was their prey.

“Mike.” Ben nodded his head shortly, waving weakly at the muscle. “To what do I owe this pleasure.” His sarcasm was not well met, as goon number one cracked his knuckles menacingly and goon number two swung his fist into Ben’s jaw harshly. Black dots filled Ben’s vision, but he grabbed a hold of the counter to stay standing.

“Don't be cute, Ben.” Mike replied coolly, stepping between the goons and standing right in front of him. “Is your girlfriend gone? I'm sure this isn't the kind of fight she wants to see.” The short, fat man chuckled, he turned and took a few steps to the side and when Ben’s gaze followed, his jaw was met once more with a goon's fist. Ben swore loudly, gritting his teeth and trying to will himself to stay standing. Spitting on the floor beside him, Ben glanced at the ground's fresh red spatters. “You cheated me Ben. I don't like cheaters.”

Anticipating another hit, Ben dodged the next hit which only seemed to spur the goons on. Goon Number One locked his arms behind his back, pulling a string of curses from Ben, as Goon Number Two hit him in the ribs. Ben's head was swimming and he wasn't sure how much more his body could take. Two didn't stop at just one hit, not even two, but after three sharp jabs to his ribs, Goon Number One finally let his arms go and Ben fell to the floor in a heap. He tried to push himself off the ground but one of the men kicked him hard in the chest and he fell back down.

“You’re burnt, Ben.” Mike clicked his tongue and motioned for the goons to take him outside. Struggling and failing, Ben was hoisted into the air by the two men, Mike stopping them and grabbing a fist full of Ben’s hair and bringing his face close to Ben’s ear, “You're done.” He whispered menacingly. “Make sure to leave him out front where the girl can find him.” Mike snapped his fingers and then Ben was dragged out into the dark parking lot.

Leave him where the girl can find him, the words swam in Ben’s foggy head. Y/n was going to find him like this, and the thought alone was enough to force a sob from his throat. The goons pulled Ben’s limp body until they were under the large flood light on the building and threw him to the ground, Ben wasn't quick enough with his hands and his face was scrapped along the pavement and he held back a cry. The men both stalked towards him but he tried to crawl away, both men stepping towards him easily. “I hope she isn't squeamish.” Goon Number One growled with a sick smile on his face, pulling his fist into the air and slamming it into Ben’s face and knocking his head into the ground. Goon Number Two kicked at him again and again.

Ben’s vision was blurring. It hurt to breathe. He was sure he would die. Ben couldn't help the sobs and tears that spilled out of him as he saw headlights turning into the parking lot. His shouts sounded like static in his own ears and he could no longer make out the sounds of the goons above him. He could feel his eyes closing as he suddenly heard Y/n’s voice, clear as day, shouting his name.

Y/n had run back to her house as quickly as she could and when she stumbled into the front door, she finally slowed down, stepping inside and leaning on the closed door behind her. She walked through the house and turned on a few lights, and readied the tea kettle for their return. Sighing loudly, she grabbed her keys and jogged back outside and climbed into her car. The trip back was less than ten minutes long and when she pulled into the warehouse parking lot, she was shocked that it had emptied out so quickly. Figuring she would make it easier on Ben if she parked as close to the door as she could, she turned towards the entrance and that's when she saw it.

Directly under the flood lights bright circle, Y/n was able to make out two giant men and a smaller figure on the ground. Ben! Slamming her hand on the horn, she pushed her foot to the floor, needing to get to Ben right now. She watched the men kicking him, ruthlessly, and she covered her mouth with one hand, her whole body shaking with sobs. When she finally reached them, she slammed on the brakes and skidded to a halt in front of them, one of them making eye contact with her as she screamed for them to stop. Keeping her gaze, the man threw a hand out at the second man and they both stopped kicking. Y/n shrieked loudly when the second man looked at her and spit at Ben, she ran forward and dropped to the ground beside her beaten best friend.

“Ben! Ben, please!” The tears poured down her face like a waterfall and her voice cracked as she begged him to wake up. “Please open your eyes, Ben, please!” Y/n scrambled around for her phone as she quickly dialed 911. Sitting herself above Ben’s head, she pulled him carefully into her lap, sobbing loudly as she touched his red stained face. Twenty minutes, Y/n thought sadly, twenty minutes she had been gone and now she may have been too late. She rocked back and forth hysterically with Ben’s head in her lap, her long fingers running through his blood-matted hair, and soon she could hear the approaching sirens. “I'm so sorry Ben, I should have never left you here. I'm so, so sorry Ben.” She cried so loudly, her throat was raw by the time the paramedics were pulling Ben’s motionless form from her grasp and ushered her into the back while she held onto his hand the whole way to the hospital.

It was two days later, when Ben finally opened his eyes and the very first thing he saw made him smile despite his surroundings. Y/n was curled into a ball, asleep in a small recliner in the corner of the room. Ben didn't dare look at any of the damage, instead choosing to lay quietly and watch Y/n sleep peacefully. He was able to smile for half a second before the pain shot through his cheek and he hissed loudly, which woke Y/n up.

Tears instantly sprang to her eyes as she launched herself out of the chair, crossing the room in seconds and having to stop herself from literally throwing herself onto Ben. Y/n gently put both hands to his face and just gave him a watery smile. “I'm so glad you're alright, Ben.” She cooed, leaning in and carefully placed a kiss to his forehead. “You are so fucking lucky that you're alright, because I want to murder you!” The smile stayed on her face but her eyes got serious.

Ben opened his mouth to speak but found his throat raw. Y/n was quick to bring a straw to his lips and he swallowed down the water gratefully. He cleared his throat when he was done and he looked at her. “I'm so sorry Y/n.” His bottom lip quivered and his eyes were locked on hers. When he tried to lift his arm to her face, he found resistance with a bright red cast from his palm to elbow. She watched his face crumble when he saw the cast, as it prompted him to search his other limbs.

Ben had ‘gotten lucky’ or so the doctors told Y/n the day before when they had given her the rundown of his injuries. “Broken arm, three broken ribs, a fractured collarbone, four broken knuckles and a pretty serious concussion.” Y/n sighed, brushing Ben’s blond curls off of his forehead. “Jesus Ben you've been asleep since they brought you in, it's been two days.” She didn't make eye contact with him, instead looking at his hair running through her fingers and she didn't even try to stop the tears from falling heavily onto his chest.

Ben stared at her face, heart aching when she wouldn't even look at him. He used his cast-free arm to reach up and touch her face lightly. “Thank you for being there that night, Y/n.” His voice wavered just enough to betray his stoic face, when her eyes flickered to his he could see all the pain and sleeplessness she had experienced the last two days. “I'm so sorry that this is how you found out, I'm sorry for lying to you.” He spoke softly, letting a tear get halfway down his face before swiping it away quickly. “I would have died if you hadn’t come back for me.”

“I'll always come back for you, Ben.” Y/n smiled at him, running her finger down his nose carefully, bringing a real smile to his face. “You're my best friend, and I love you.” She rolled her eyes playfully at him.

“I know, and you're my best friend.” Ben moved his hand from her face and grabbed her hand, “No more secrets.” he nodded his head seriously and she mirrored him.

“And you’ll try and explain to me why you thought this was ever a good idea?” She questioned hopefully, and though Ben sighed heavily, he nodded his head. “Pinky promise?” She held out her pinky finger to him and Ben chuckled and wrapped his pinky around hers.

“Pinky promise.”

Two after Ben woke up, the doctor was clearing him to leave. Y/n was getting the basic pain medicine talk, since she was to be Ben’s caregiver. Ben watched her listening intently to the directions that his doctor was reciting, showing her the bottle of pills and a packet on how to shower with a cast. She nodded her head and occasionally spoke up with a question, flashing Ben a smile when she caught him staring. Ben grinned back at her and the doctor smiled at the two of them. “Well, Mr. Jones, I would like to hope that this experience has made you think twice about your hobbies.” The doctor gave him a pointed look and he held up his one good hand in defense.

“No more fighting, I promise.” He stated and the doctor gave him a thumbs up.

“As for you, Miss Taylor, Benjamin here is lucky to have you in his life. You make a very cute couple.” The older man smiled and nudged Y/n and when she made eye contact with Ben, they both started laughing hysterically.

“He wishes,” She scoffed and Ben looked at her offended, “He’s been my best friend so long, he is practically my brother.” She gave the boy a fond smile and he returned it happily.

“Completely platonic soulmates, doc.” Ben smiled at the man and pushed himself to his feet. “Now, not that I don't think you're a great guy, but I would like to get out of here and never see you again.” Ben chuckled and the doctor laughed deeply.

“That is the right attitude!” The man clapped his hands together, “You are good to go, and I hope I never have the fortune of seeing you again.” He shook Ben’s hand first and then reached for Y/n’s, “You as well, Miss Taylor.”

“You got it, doc.” She shook the man's hand and grabbed the bag of Ben’s belongings and waited for him to follow her and when he looked at her with question in his eyes she rolled her eyes at him. “If you think i'm ever leaving you alone to fetch the car again, you're out of your mind. Come on, your legs ain’t broken.” Ben laughed loudly and nodded his head before walking over and throwing his good arm around her shoulders carefully. “Let’s go home.”

“Let’s go home.” He agreed with a smile on his face.

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insomnihan · 6 years ago

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han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on GFriend’s “Fever”

literally no one asked but WHEN DO I EVER HAVE NOTHING TO SAY-

like red velvet im not a HUGE buddy but im invested enough so as i said no one requested but im still here!!! plus i heard the teaser and i was excited lmao this all my personal thoughts and want them out

no read mores i know thats annoying but like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ look at my other posts theyre all long its my brand

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG aiight so i had to watch their other music videos to see some consistency and from what i could point out is it starts relatively slow in the beginning and then HITS YOU with a build up a beat drop and dancing which I LIKED it gets the curiosity going yknow!!!!!!! i REALLY liked the pre-chorus part LIKE YUJUS PART?????? AND IT BUILDS UP?????? bich...........

the chorus got me swaying from side to side and thank the lord the music doesnt hit you in the face and dig deep into your eardrums and it just feels positive???? like the energy???? it was soothing to me and it has that summer and tropical feeling BUT its more of the relaxing side of summer

so this middle part was interesting to me for some reason let me explain if it were ANY OTHER GROUP you know they wouldve forced a whole ass rap right there dont liE TO ME- so i type this out bc it was a lowkey break from sinb herself and looking like a snacc™ (but ill get to that later) and i didnt mind it! (it was literally five seconds but i liked it let me live)

LETS TALK ABOUT THIS BRIDGE FOR A SECOND im noticing that im magnetically DRAWN to the bridge part and i like that part the most out the whole song like they really did That�� also eunhas HIGH NOTE L I S T E N people usually expect yuju to hit a high note in their songs but eunha really killed that and i appreciate it!!!!!! ive always liked all of their voices they just have tones that sound sweet yknow what i mean??? like if a bakery came to life and became six people-

THE DANCE we love a good center sinb so when the dance started right at the beginning and she was there that broke my neck then they had to give me center sinb AGAIN and that broke my spine AND THEN they gave me center yerin and that broke my knees- what im saying is this killed me-

its pretty obvious that this songs choreo doesnt go AWF™ as much as their other songs do which i think was done like that bc its a relaxing summery song so the dancing shouldnt go hard and be super complicated like let me tell you the dance they do during THE CHORUS BICTH the entire thing got me trying to kick my leg and spin around with my arm up just like they were the split second they dropped it low i almost dropped dead and i liked that part at the end with umji when they were in a line while she was singing??? it was satisfying to watch

THE VISUALS i know i keep saying its summery and all but theyre in the desert??? theyre legitimately in the desert both wandering in it and under a car parking lot thing with two (2) cars (not sponsored what you mean) and a gas station I MEAN there was outside that building and inside the building and that place where theyre sitting on that wall which like this is very Aesthetically Pleasing™ to my eyes

anyway some sets and stuff i DID LIKE:

that scene with sinb umji and yerin on that couch surrounded by all those plants and looking stunning in the light and through those plants yes-

sowon and yerin lying on the floor in front of a sunset backdrop in the middle of the room and you can see through the windows outside i found that pretty interesting to look that

that one set theyre dancing on in the middle of the street or whatever in front of that building the colors were hella nice to me

when all of them were sitting on that wall with those trees behind them and those bright lights

and yknow what i actually liked the camerawork i dunno why it made the mv nice to watch

then that ending part where they were all standing with all those plants that was like SUPER COOL to look at (dont ask why i dunno how to explain it pls)

T H E M

id like to make it clear that they werE ALL SERVING FACE (giving the Smize™ if you will) and looking SO BEAUTIFUL AND STUNNING I DUNNO IF WORDS COULD EVEN PERFECTLY CAPTURE HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE imma try tho

i would like to start with mentioning that i loved the makeup and hair here like i have no complaints or anything like that for any of them they all look freaking amazing and i cant believe theyre existing like this-

so we dont see sowon all that much which is a shame because that red dress and that black outfit and That White Crop Top™ outfit with the kinda baggy pants and THAT BLUE DRESS was popping like she was looking really Good™

so yerin was pretty much the Face™ of this video which is all fine and dandy yknow shes real pretty like i knew the moment i saw those teaser pictures of her i was gonna get wrecked by her (like thats it she nearly made me swerve) lets talk about that outfit with the baggy jeans bc OOF-

eunha had long hair in one of her teasers which i was nervous about (still big mad about seulgi in zimzalabim) HOWEVER it didnt happen like that THANK GOD i thought it was weird that she was wearing beige when everyone was wearing black??? and that black outfit with the gloves........ it was a choice that was made NONETHELESS SHES B E A U T I F U L

yuju.................................... LISTEN- this is my bias okay she really waltzed through this video like the Snacc™ (more like five star dinner but okay) she is and feeding me well with her visuals like every time she stared into the camera my brain did dial up like that first outfit she wore when she started singing i knew i wasnt gonna survive and the purple dress AND that one blue fit she was wearing when she was literally just STANDING like i cant take it seriously im at my limit i-

SO ANOTHER MEMBER THAT JUST ALWAYS WRECKS ME IS SINB AND SHE IS RUDE™ like this hair color those braids when she was wearing THAT™ black outfit that oversized white button up whatever that was anD THAT GREEN ONE!!!!!!!

lets get one thing straight umji is always hella stunning okay like A L W A Y S like the white pants with the black crop top and like that black fit GIVE👏ME👏MORE👏PONYTAIL👏UMJI👏and that blue one and that PINK ONE WAS EVERYTHING AND THAT ONE WITH THE PURPLE FLOWERS AND THE LEAVES BICTH-

its a FUN SONG like ive been listening to it on a loop so i could make this review and im STILL not sick of it or anything ive been in a bouncy mood bc of it!!!! its clearly a different style when you compare it to their past title tracks but i personally welcome it!!! tho ill keep it real with you chief i could see some elements in the songs that might cause someone to get a little bored after a bit or maybe already bored but i am NOT that someone

i finish this with a scene i cant get over:

IN CONCLUSION: ISSA BOP™ AND IM GONNA KEEP WATCHING THIS VIDEO BC IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD AND HAPPY NOT BC OF YUJU LOOKING LIKE A WHOLE MEAL I SWEAR

#am i too positive????#i dont really care lmao im just saying what i feel #i think this is the longest one yet?????#im in a good mood and i have a small summer break right now so i have time to do stuff #oof im scared what the dreamcatcher one will look like im gonna go feral i-#gfriend #not dc #han.txt #han's mv afterthoughts

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parkerspicedlatte · 7 years ago

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Spending a week at the tower with Peter would include... Part 2

Part 2/2

by day three you both were starting to get bored of movies

peter had webbed the coffee maker to the ceiling after a "caffeine induced incident"

"I swear Peter if you don't give me back that machine i'll..."

"You'll what?"

"ll im saying is that you don't want to see me sleep AND caffeine deprived. You've been warned Parker"

"pranking" delivery people

what that actually means is calling two different restaurants, ordering the same foods and getting them delivered at the same time

the pizza guys actually thought it was funny

however the three different Chinese delivery guys were un-amused

snooping through the old storage units...

"Are you wearing one of Nat's wigs?"

getting Jarvis to play anything and everything you could think of

Despacito, Black Betty, No Good (Kaleo), Havana, Rebel Love Song...

DANCE OFF

"Your robot is pretty impressive but it's no match for my floss"

he can actually do the floss?!?!

which makes sense cuz this kid is pretty coordinated

"Oh my goodness look at this!"

"Is that a wii?"

"The original"

hours and hours of just dance but from like 2010

"Hey we still have to watch the Maze Runner series"

"How could I forget"

"DAY ONE GREENIE!"

"Holy eyebrows! Those things are going to fly off his head"

on day five you finally got a message from your uncle

"What's Mr. Stark say?"

"Nothing it's just a selfie with the team, typical"

"How'd he take that with the suit still on?"

"Beats me. Im a geek not a nerd remember"

Day six-

"What're you thinking of?"

"Nothing"

"No you're thinking of something, you've git that look"

"K fine I was thinking that there is a bouncy house in here somewhere from like when I was eleven and I was wondering if it would be worth trying to find so tha-"

"YASSS"

it took six hours to find the stupid thing, two hours to blow up but four hours for the both of you to pass out from exhaustion

dancing in the house

karaoke

air guitar ft. drums

idk how many rounds of Ziggy Stardust and Rebel Yell happened

this continued until day seven when the team came back

they walked in the tower in the midst of a pretty intense air guitar battle to Bohemian Rhapsody

they didn't say anything, just stared at the two of you in... "awe?"

between the pillow fort that enveloped the ENTIRE living room, the bouncy house, the coffee machine on the ceiling, Brendon Urie (not Queen sorry babes) screaming through the speakers...

well lets just say there was almost too much to take in with their (mostly) mortal eyes

you didn't even realise anyone was home until you hit the final notes on your air keyboard

Sam, Barton and Banner started to applaud

you both turn around very red faces from embarrassment and "band practice"

"Oh hi um Mr. Stark how um how was your mission?"

"We successfully kicked some enemy butt and blew stuff up so nothing out of the ordinary, and as much as I would like to ask how you guys spent your week and quite frankly *cough* my money *cough* im looking at my living room and deciding that the only thing you'll get from me is a very confused look so that will be for another time"

he does one more twirl around the living room before acknowledging your presence

"Is that your bouncy house from when you were 7?" "11 actually but yeah nice to see you too Uncle Toni"

oh man he was in a funk

"Oh come of Toni give em a break it seams like it's all innocent fun. You guys didn't order strippers or anything, right? There. Innocent."

that came from Barton

he didn't surface for a while after that and likely wouldn't have for quite sometime had Peter not found him

he was found under a pile of pillows two days later when you guys had to clean up the pillow fort

"So all my sweaters suddenly disappeared and im guessing one of you would be responsible for that am I right?"

"Peter did it!"

"I did not!"

"WHY IS MY COFFEE MAKER ON THE CEILING?!?!?!?!"

"Peter did it!"

Alright let me know what you think. I also will be taking request! :) it's like 1 am right now so Ive probably over looked a million spelling mistakes and such so just ignore that. Thanks for reading xoxo

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irlweissschnee · 7 years ago

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Sleepy Talk

A/N - Waddup your favorite just wrote some more Spot x Reader that sounds alot like the last one she wrote but that is okay. I did so much typing in one sitting so in about 6 or so hours I had 1,500 and I just recently typed over 1,000 more and BLAM! Here you go! Enjoy!

Word Count - 2.6k words

T/W - none

“Seriously, I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” You rolled your eyes at Jack, who was making a big deal out of nothing

“I don’t want ya goin’ to Brooklyn again! Spot Conlon is not a safe person to be around.”

“I thought you two were friends?” You questioned

“We are, but I think even he knows he ain’t stable enough to watch after ya. Plus, the newsies they’a might not know who you are. Please, if you go, at least be careful.” He was not happy with his little sister, his only family, going to another part of New York where he couldn’t have complete watch over you. You smiled at his care, but didn’t push him any further. He was letting you go, but only if you were ‘careful’. You jumped up before making him stumble when you gave him a hug. You then proceed to run out the door, to say you were excited was an understatement. You were ecstatic. You were going to see some of your absolute best friends, and one that you hoped would be a bit more.

“Love you Jack! Thank you!” was all Jack heard before you ran out the door of the lodge.

You were standing in the line for the bakery down the street from your next destination. You bought a dozen rolls before give up your coins. You grabbed the basket and headed down towards the bridge that would lead you to where you needed to be. You jumped up onto the metal platform, before jumpily skipping to the other. You may have gotten a few weird looks, but you didn’t mind. You just wanted to go to your second home. You got to the other side rather quickly. That was when you stopped acting so bouncy, you didn’t want to get glares from the people who lived in Brooklyn. You knew that the newises wouldn’t mind, but you wanted to keep some presentability. You only had to walk a few more blocks until you made it to the lodging house. When you made it to the steps, the newsies on the outskirts of the buildings tipped their hats to you, knowing you were welcome because of how often you come. Some did give you looks though, which preceded to make the nearby newsies to whisper in their ears. They then tipped their cap to you. You smiled at them before offering them half a roll each, wanting to have enough for everyone. They all came up to where you decided to sit on the porch. They thanked you genuinely. That was when you heard a familer voice.

“Well Y/N, what’a doin’ he’a?” The accent was thick. You saw in front of you one of your favorite newsies.

“Well hey there Danny! How have ya been?” He smiled at your non-existent accent.

“Just about to head inside to see Spot, wanna come with?” He wiggled his eyebrows, you rolled your eyes, then nodding. You stood up and turned around to head up the rest of the stairs to head into the building. Danny opened the door for you, bowing to you like royalty. When you walked past him into the room, you stole his hat from his head and walked in. He gave you a chuckle before grabbing it from your hand. When he grabbed his hat, he also grabbed your hand. He gave you a spin, making you giggle. He headed over to the couch in the main room. You followed him and then plopped down next to him. He then tossed his arm around your shoulder before shaking you, laughing at the way you became shocked. You two sat like that, talking about things in each other's respective borough. That was when you heard the sound of steps coming from the room above you two headed toward the stairs.

“Oh gosh, guess who you are gonna hav’ta deal with now.” Danny looked at you, smiling. He could always sense that you had a liking to Spot, but he never really brought it up.

“Awh, talkin’ bad ‘bout me? Why would ya’ do that?” You looked up and saw your best friend, Spot Conlon. You stood up from where you were sitting with Danny. You began to smirk, knowing you and Spot would begin to go back and forth for a minute. He came through the doorway and saw you instantly, spawning a smirk of his own on his face.

“Well Y/N, nice to see ya again!” He walked forwards and gave you what you thought would be a normal hug, but instead he picked you up at spun you around. You were shocked and you swore you saw Danny give you a knowing look, one to say ‘he likes you too’ but you knew he wouldn't mean that. You never told anyone about you liking Spot more than a friendly way, but maybe it was obvious that you did. When he let you down, you shuffled a little bit, trying to regain your balance. Spot then walked over to the couch and sat down. He patted the area next to him, offering you a place to sit. You proceeded to sit next to him. He did the same thing that Danny did when you sat down, he put his arm around your shoulders. He squeezed your arms before talking to Danny next to you. You swore you saw him glance at your, you could feel your face getting only slightly warmer. You didn’t let that bother you though. Before you knew what was happening, Spot began to talk to you.

“So, has ya brother been botherin’ you about comin’ here?” He looked at you, waiting for an answer. You continued to look straight ahead when you were talking.

“Yeah, talking about how he ‘can’t watch over me’ when I am over here in Brooklyn’. I swear he is like a hawk. But I love ‘im, I kinda have to.” You chuckled, looking over in the direction of Spot. He gave a small grin before laughing. He brought a smile to your face. You were about to let him speak before you remembered the gifts you had.

“Oh! Did you want a roll? I bought them from this bakery back in Manhattan. I already gave some halves to the newsies outside but I think there are some left.” You stood up and reached into the basket you placed near the door. You grabbed two roll halves, knowing you already gave Danny one. You turned back to the boys on the couch. You tossed one roll at Spot. He caught it, of course. He thanked you before munching on it. You sat back down and began nibbling on the bread. You heard boys rushing in followed by a sudden crack of thunder. You never saw any clouds on your way over here, but there it was, pouring down rain. You saw boys coming it, trying to get out of the rain. It was later in the day, so most of the boys had already sold all their papers. Most of the boys came into the room you, Spot and Danny were in. They all gathered around the couch, talking to each other about how sudden the downpour was. You and all the boys sat there for an hour or two. It got dark out quickly, meaning it was getting later. It was still raining out, meaning you would be soaking if you tried walking home then, you would be soaking wet by the time you got to the Brooklyn bridge. You grew tired, though. You thought of just napping on the couch like you did occasionally, but you noticed that Spot had seen you yawn the past three times. He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Hey, Y/N, hun, you gettin’ sleepy?” You nodded. You couldn’t lie. You were exhausted. Spot stood up and excused you both. You could barely get up yourself. You nearly fell over from fatigue before Spot caught you. He picked you up, getting some looks from the other boys on the floor, but the look on your face gave them the reason you were practically tumbling in Spot’s arms. He placed you down when you got to the first step. He didn’t want to fall, no matter how much he was ‘muscular and macho’, he didn’t trust himself with carrying you up some stairs. He held your arm as you two slowly yet surely made it up the stairs. You thought you would be resting in an extra bunk, but you were actually led to Spot’s room. You started to feel uneasy, but then you remembered that Spot was never going to force you to do anything. He could sense you getting kind of tense as you passed the bunk rooms.

“I’m gonna have ya sleep in my room because you need as much rest as youse can get, and them boys ain’t the quietest.” You were reassured. You continued to try and keep your stance and make it to Spot’s room.

Woah.

When you said Spot’s room in your head, you became nervous. You spoke up.

“Where are you gonna sleep?” Your voice was quiet, but he heard you.

“My bed is pretty big, we can both fit. Unless youse uncomfortable with it.” He began to stutter his words.

“No no, it’s fine. I shouldn’t keep you from sleep,” You yawned, “it’s your room anyways.” You got flustered at the fact you were about to sleep in the same fucking bed as the guy you slightly-but-you-don’t-really-know-kinda liked. It wouldn’t mean anything, you two were just gonna sleep and wake up and then you guys would hang out, of course. You made it to his room. The room looked the same as the bunk rooms, but smaller and had only one bed, Spot’s. Spot led you to his bed and put you under the covers. He left the room for a minute before coming back and getting underneath the sheets as well. He turned off the light near the bed and hugged you tight. Your smile was the last thing you remember before falling asleep.

Back in Manhattan, Jack was going mad. You weren’t home, the rain was hitting hard, and you were in Brooklyn, the place where he wanted you least. Once the rain died down, Jack was off. He was going to head straight to the lodge in the heart of Brooklyn. He knew that if he couldn’t find you, he was damn sure going to get Spot on it. He ran as fast as he could, across the bridge in record time. He saw the building in the distance and he began running even faster, if that was even possible. He ran up the stairs two at a time. The lights in the main room were still on so he knew someone would be there to help him. He knocked on the door, irritated yet worried. The door opened and he saw a newsies around his height, maybe a few inches shorter.

“Have you seen a girl, about yea’ height,” He raised his hand to show him around how tall you were, “she has H/C hair about this short.” He again used his hand to signify how long your hair was. The information provided seemed to have rung a bell to someone inside.

“Are you talkin’ ‘bout Y/N?” Jack looked back to see someone he didn’t know, but he must’ve known you. It was Danny, but Jack didn’t know.

“She went upstairs with Spot an hour or so ago, went to bed I think.” Danny looked towards the stair casually, but Jack was practically fuming. Jack dashed towards the stairs, upset that you were with Spot of all people, and the fact that you guys were alone made him even angrier. He could hear from downstairs the familiar voice downstairs yell slightly.

“Last room on the left!” Jack looked down the hall and headed for it. He opened the door to see the faint light of the moon shining on the bed. He saw you and Spot laying rather close. He was glad you were okay, but was absolutely angry and the lack of space in between you two. Spot must have been a light sleeper because he woke up immediately. Spot jumped out of the bed, wanting to explain why he and Jack’s sister were laying so close in his bed. Jack pulled Spot into the corner of room. As much as Jack wanted to soak the absolute hell out of Spot, Jack couldn’t let you be in on it, so he just sent Spot out to the hallway. Spot was rather annoyed that he was being bossed around, on his turf of all places. Spot did what Jack said, as much as he wanted to go against it, he wanted you to sleep as well as you could. Spot walked out of the room, quietly closing the door. Jack didn’t want you to wake up because he could practically sense what you would do. You would become angry at the fact that Jack didn’t trust you or you would be sad that he came all the way to Brooklyn because you had done something that had deemed you untrustworthy. He wanted neither. He just wanted to protect his baby sister at all costs, and seeing you and Spot so buddy-buddy didn’t help yours or his case. Jack began pacing around the room, thinking of what to say when all of a sudden, he heard it.

“I,” there was a pause, “love you too.” Jack knew of your sleep-talking habits, but usually it was random words, one at a time. This was practically a full sentence. You began sleep-talking more, but it seemed less like you were sleeping, and more like you were trying to talk to someone, yet you were unconscious and unable to backup what you were saying. More sentances seemed to come out of your mouth.

“Spot, I,” pause, “really like you.” Jack became more attentive to what you were mumbling.

“I understand,” pause, “if you don’t feel the same.” You fixed the covers before speaking again.

“Had crush,” more silence, “long time.” He put the pieces together. You liked Spot, but he didn’t know yet. Maybe it was fate that he didn’t hear it, but Jack couldn’t just walk out casually, he needed to let Spot know. Jack tiptoed over to the door before walking out into the hall to talk to Spot about what he just heard. He didn’t want to hide anything, but he didn’t want to have to explain anything but the basics. He looked Spot right in the eyes and told him.

“She likes you Spot, she said she loves ya.” Jack then walked back downstairs without even explaining what he had just said. You...liked him? Spot was both confused and excited. You liked him! Spot had this new feeling, he was feeling weird. He didn’t know that people could like him more than a friend. He always felt like he was just a leader figure. He walked back into the room where the bed was, he laid back down in the same place he was laying before. He tried to act natural, but when he heard about what you said in your sleep, he didn’t know what to think or believe.

Spot fell asleep an hour later, still thinking about what you had been talking about. You woke up after Spot was rustling in the comforter. You were just as confused as him, but for different reasons. You were in the guy who you kinda likes’ bed. You tried to roll back over, but as soon as you were about shut your eyes, he started to sleep talk, but in whole sentences.

“Love you too,” There was silence.

“Y/N.”

#spot conlon #spot conlon x reader #spot conlon imagine #newsies #newsies musical #newsies x reader #fansies #tommy bracco

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thedapperrabbit · 4 years ago

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She-Ra Rewatch: season 3 and onwards through season 4, and boatloads of Introspection time!

So Ive been rewatching She-Ra with my partner, because sharing Entrapdak is caring. I could probably squee on about that for a century or more (because eeee, sharing things i love with people i love AND THEY EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO THE THINGS AND REMEMBER THEM!)...but ill spare you, kind internet strangers who for some reason find my thoughts mildly interesting enough to be reading this. This is going to be a lot. Like, a LOT. A lot especially from a stranger that youve probably only seen a notification from due to me sticking a heart on your content or for reblogging something lovely youve made in pictures or words. I dont think anything is going to be violently trigger-y because im not always great at judging that stuff and also ive yet to feel quite comfy enough to be fully open-posting specifics about my own past trauma, other than a vague allusion to self-harm and distant-ish unspecified abuse aaaand the usual childhood garbage truck of assholes....but i suppose you could possibly draw some darker potential conclusions from the content im focused on. Also, my ADHD makes it incredibly hard to keep to a straight and non-branching narrative so...ramble-y bits and expressions of brain frustration ahoy. Either way...you are forewarned, just in case. Sorry in advance, this is going to be a small booklet by the time Im done explaining, and thinking, and then attempting to stick words to abstract feels which sometimes im great at, and then others i fucking suck at...but at least this is all written and not me trying to say this to any of your faces! Thats....a mercy all of its own. Haa... Anyway, while rewatching with my partner, I realized just how much more painful parts of it are to sit through now...they were the first time, and each time since, but NOW having spent a while mulling over the series as a whole a bunch, and reading a lot of other peoples writings on here and finding myself largely in agreement with most Entrapdak fan’s assessment of things, I just....feel like all the air is ripped out of me during some moments, watching with keener insight. And despite thinking i had myself reasonably well figured out by my age, its all also made me further consider a few things about myself as well. Particularly my notable internalized fury response to chunks of it which have been consistent through all my viewings of SPOP. With Hordak at least, its way easier to understand my reactions. For me at least. Maybe not so much for the people around me. And, shittier due to intensity and subject matter, but still easier in the long run because...the broken bits in me that he resonates with are fresher and sharper and still more recent, like within the last ten years, and thus more towards the front shelves in my head, compared to things that resonate with Entrapta, which are all old, lifelong dull aches at this point. I feel like nothing i can point to is fully sufficient to fully express my feels involving Hordak. But, maybe the best representative moment is with the crying i do every damn time I see his face looking up at Prime just after he glimmer and catra were beamed up...because ive seen that face in the mirror. I HAVE MADE THAT FACE. That same. Goddamn. Face. I may not have gotten a jab to the back of the neck directly from the person I made it at...but they often seemed to silently goad me to harm myself in an attempt to jolt my brain out of getting stuck in re-looping through what theyd just done/said to me. Likewise, much of his interactions with Entrapta are very...very weirdly familiar in feeling, but in a good way. Watching the stuff with Hordak hurts because fuck me if it isnt frequently like watching myself back in 2008ish to 2013, which was the duration of the worst parts of that particular circle of hell i parked my ass in. So...that makes sense. Hes so well written in those moments, it occasionally gave me PTSD flashbacks (still does a little, but now im prepared and braced for it and can shrug it back off....thanks, lifetime of therapy and years of studying abnormal psychology! Still totally not an expert, just very passionate...just, as a disclaimer). Entrapta though...Entrapta is a different story. Mostly, I see Entrapta and in her free expressions of delight and joy and her bouncy enthusiasm I am reminded of a younger, less discouraged me in some ways, and in others, a “me” I could have been, but...well, extremely early-onset anxiety and depression made me insanely self-conscious super-super early on...not that i was great at hiding or...i guess the term people seem comfy with is “masking”? Which was a huge problem, or so it was in the 80s when far less was understood of such things. Id do so for a bit and then would forget to, in a way (because id forget long enough to go and trust again reflexively) and would get badly bullied and would squish everything down until id feel a crumb of safety again, and then almost instantly ADHD would pop that mask right the rest of the way off aaand it would start all over again. Ad nauseam until my teen years, where the depression sort of “fixed” that, and made it much easier to destroy my desire to share much of myself freely at all, save for with one or two people, and to a less deep extent a broader circle of nerd friends. Course, then i hit 30 and ran out of the majority of fucks I used to give. Or I became so damaged and salted with anger that parts of me dont grow any fucks anymore? Either way, plowshares to swords, WHEEEE!) And, maybe thats where this time while watching, I started to really think back to all that, and to how i see Entrapta treated by the other princesses, or really just in general except by Hordak...and why it burns my biscuits so badly. Every time I see someone roll their eyes at Entrapta’s beautiful unbridled enthusiasm or try to make it seem distasteful or at least weird and unwanted and uncomfortable for them but then dont even bother to try coming to terms with why they feel that way... or how they seem to feel free to grab and manhandle her without her consent, or the way they try to lessen her contributions because shes non-normative? Like its the fucking least she can do to make up for being weird in their space (...okay, that might just be the anger kicking in..but i dont feel like its an entirely innacurate assessment, is it?) All of that...seeing it inflicted upon someone, It feels like someones punched me right in the damn sternum, but because its a hurt that im so desensitized to, it seems to have a much different effect than the sharp, violent crushing pain that i feel when I relate to Hordak a little too well for comfort. Again, i could go on, but its nothing more eloquent people on here havent already spoken volumes on. And my first gut reaction is always “I dont understand! why is that their reaction to her?! it doesnt seem logical at all, i dont seem to be able to parse it correctly, how is this acceptable? I HOPE SHE IMMOLATES YOU ALL.”. Which...I suppose isnt entirely usual for me (the silent wishing that people be immolated, I mean...i blame my past years of working in retail. And devouring too much Warhammer 40k contentl). (oh gods...and this is going to be the most clusterfucky part cause i can feel my meds kicking in and thats gonna be hard to keep coherence on but i gotta get this all out of my head or ill forget it or get too scared of you fucking BRILLIANT insightful smart people on here and then ill continue to live scared and regretful that i never said..anything, and just sat here like “noticeme, entrapdak sempais!” Ehhn...which is to say, if this is a garbage dump from here down, dont worry, when i wake up ill fix it...but hopefully itll at least make a tiny bit of sense ) But I realized something...something I hadnt ever rememberd much about due to the shitty neuronormative (apology if thats wrong term) behaviors continuing over years and years but in less and less directly aggressive ways as i grew older and was more prone to losing my shit in , (and likely because I got excessively lucky and managed through...uhhh...agonizing determination? Sheer stubbornness? Alleviatory rebalancing of universal karma? fuck if i know --to curate a surprisingly supportive circle of other castoffs and misanthropes.) That was exactly how people used to treat me. OKAY THISLL BE EDITED LATER to add in the rest of what i was gonna say...im...too full of Ambien sleep meds and damn write it anymore...and im aing trouble separating realigty and dream...an i k apawing at the kybord...not safe Lov yous for reading this far. Il fix it later, swears.

#should i tag this?#im not sure if i like it #berres #psyhcology of pop culture chraracters #psychology of the writer/author

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this-ginger-has-no-soul · 7 years ago

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Widows child

(A/N): this is so shitty, I'm so sorry

Request: Angsty request here! In an AU would where women can get other women pregnant, fem!reader discovers she's pregnant and is really excited to tell Natasha. But Nat does not take it well and they get into a serious fight. Nat walks out to go have a chat with Clint who makes her realise that this baby is a blessing and she comes home to find the reader gone. A few years later, HYDRA kidnaps reader and the kid to mess with Nat and it's up to Nat to find and save the love of her life and their daughter

Warnings: angst, blood, injury to reader, swearing

(Y/N) was over the moon with excitement. How could she not be? She was pregnant with her girlfriend's child, what else could make her so happy? She was honestly rather shocked when she had found out she was pregnant. Natasha was infertile and (Y/N) had never even thought if her uterus was compatible enough for another human being.

For thousands of years women had been getting other women pregnant but under strict conditions. One of the women had to have the perfect internal everything. If even a single, tiny thing was out of place it wouldn't work. That's why (Y/N) was so shocked when she one day took a pregnancy test and it came back as positive. She even went to Tony and had him do a far more refined and accurate test and that came back as positive as well. (Y/N) was actually pregnant.

She knew Nat once dreamed of having a family and now she could give it to her, so Nat should have been excited when (Y/N) dropped the news right? Wrong. (Y/N) was so completely and utterly wrong.

"Are you fucking serious?" Nat asks, her voice seeping with anger.

"Yes?" (Y/N) replied, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"We can't have a kid, do you know what that'll do to us? To our jobs? To our statuses? We can't be agents and have a kid, we'd be suspended from shield for months, we'd be putting a life at risk by bringing it into this world, god, did you not think this through?"

"I thought you'd be excited! You told me you wanted kids-"

"I was young and foolish back then,"

"So, you're telling me that you don't want kids anymore?"

"Yeah," Nat whispers bitterly, nodding her head. "Yeah I am..."

"I can't- I can't believe this," (Y/N) whispers, tears welling in her eyes.

"Well you better start," Nat nearly spits, the venom in her voice slicing (Y/N) deep. She glared at (Y/N) for a few moments, gritting her teeth as she held back every word she wanted to say but didn't. Instead she turned on her heel, grabbed her shoes and marched out the door. She was just about to close the door when she stuck her head back in, that same disgusted, angry look upon her face. "I suggest you call a clinic, there's no way in hell you're having our child," and with that Nat slammed the door shut and marched out the door.

(Y/N) stood there in complete and utter shock. Had nat just told her to go get an abortion? Was she really that cruel to suggest that? This was their child for fuck's sake, a human being that they had created together and Nat didn't want it? Tears burns at (Y/N)'s eyes as she rests a hand on her stomach, her maternal instincts already kicking in. There was no way she was getting rid of HER baby, no matter what Nat wanted. If she didn't want the baby then so be it, she was just going to have to deal with the consequences.

Nat sighed as she walked beside Clint, a cup of coffee clutched in her hand as Clint nearly screamed her ear off.

"I can't believe you'd say something like that Nat, you know how sensitive (Y/N) can be,"

"I know," Nat sighs, running her fingertips along the rim of her cup absentmindedly as she spoke. "I just freaked out, I didn't know what to say or do,"

"Do you realize what a miracle baby this is? You're infertile and yet somehow your body was strong enough to get (Y/N) pregnant. Her uterus has to be 100% perfect for a child- do you know how slim those chances are?"

"No-"

"one in one fuckin million Nat and that's without your infertility, with that it should be physically impossible for (Y/N) to get pregnant," Nat sighs, realizing just how irrational she'd been at home.

"Fuck...I really fucked up,"

"Im not even going to deny you this time Nat, yeah, you fucked up big time,"

"What am I supposed to do?" Nat nearly pleads, her voice nearly cracking with emotion.

"Go home, make sure (Y/N) knows you want this child, and you convince her that to love her more than anything in this world, understand?" Nat smiles softly despite the circumstances and nods, her spirits a bit brighter than before.

"Thank you Clint,"

"Anything for you Nat, now go talk to her before its too late," Oh, if only Nat had been given that piece of advice earlier.

She was planning on following Clint's directions perfectly and yet when she got home (Y/N) was nowhere in sight. She noticed the apartment seemed eerily empty, almost as though it were lacking quite a few things. Nat flicked a light on as she made her way into the kitchen, throwing her coat over the kitchen table as she walked in.

"(Y/N)?" She called out loud, hoping for an answer "(Y/N), are you here-" Nat's words die in her throat as her eyes catch something on the fridge, a letter that hadnt been there when she left. Nat bit her lip as she plucked the note of the fridge, her eyes scanning over each word meticulously.

'Nat, I'm sorry about this but I'm not getting rid of our child. I get that you don't want children anymore, that's fine, but what's not fine is telling me, someone who's been wanting children for years, to go get an abortion just because you're unhappy. I understand where you're coming from with the danger and all that shit but luckily for you that's not going to be a problem anymore, I'm leaving shield behind, I'm leaving New York behind, I'm leaving everything behind. I'm moving away, starting fresh, who knows, maybe I'll find someone who'd be proud to support me and my child. I'm sorry it had to come to this but I'm not coming back Natasha, Im having Steve and Bucky come collect my things tomorrow and then the next day I'm leaving. I hope you have a great life, your dearest (Y/N).'

Nat felt as though she couldn't breathe, she physically couldn't breathe as she read the note. (Y/N) was gone, she was gone and she was taking their child with her.

Nats hands shook as she gripped the letter, her eyes burning with unshed tears. Oh god, she'd fucked up, she'd fucked up so bad, how could she have been so foolish and selfish? How could she have let this happen?

The hurt wells within nat, bubbling and bubbling until she physically couldn't take it anymore. A loud sob pushes it's way last her lips as she collapses to the floor, clutching the letter to her chest. It hurt so bad, her entire chest stung in pain as she sobbed on the floor. Her heart hurt, her throat hurt, everything hurt as she cried and cried and cried until there was nothing left, she was physically dried of all her tears.

She curled up on the floor, note still clutched to her chest as she sniffled and dry heaved, her entire body trembling in pain.

"Hey guys-" Clint trails off as he walks into the cold, silent apartment. "Nat- (Y/N)- you guys here?" Clint rounds the corner to the kitchen, immediately flinching in shock when he found Nat curled up on the floor.

"She left Clint," Nat sobs once again, this time dry and more painful than before. "She's gone."

It had been five years since (Y/N) left Nat, five years since she'd given birth to her sweet little girl; Alexandria. She had flaming red hair like her mother, those stunning eyes. She was practically a mini version of her. Anytime (Y/N) so much as looked at her, her heart would ache in pain. She reminded her so much of Nat, even her personality was the spunky, spitfire kind Nat once sported. But (Y/N) loved her more than life itself, more than anything she had ever loved in this world.

(Y/N) smiles softly as she watches Alex play on the playground with all the other kids, screaming and laughing just as all five year old kids do. Everything was cheery, perfect even when suddenly something caught (Y/N)'s gaze from their corner of her eye. Just a few feet away, on a bench right next to hers sat a man, and not just any man, one of Hydra's best trained assassins. (Y/N) remembered time and and time again trying to take him out but he always found a way to avoid death, unfortunately for her. And now he was sitting not even five feet away from her. She could immediately see the small handgun he had strapped to his waist, a gun (Y/N) had been at the end of one too many times.

"Alex!" (Y/N) calls out to her child, desperate to get as far away from the man as possible. "Alex come on honey we've got to go home," (Y/N) stands up, motioning for Alex to follow along. The bouncy redhead came bounding along, immediately taking her mothers hand as she approached her.

"Mommy, can we go get icecream?"

"Sure honey," (Y/N) picked Alex up, holding her tightly as she began to walk to her car.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah honey?"

"Who's that scary man following us?" (Y/N) looked over her shoulder to find the same assassin following her, one hand glued to the gun at his waist.

"Oh my god," (Y/N) whispers as she immediately books it, completely avoiding her car, knowing it would take too long to strap Alex and herself in. Instead she ran through the park, trying as hard as she could to get away but it'd been awhile she had to run for her life, not to mention this man was a million times faster and before (Y/N) even knew it he had caught up to her.

Before (Y/N) had any time to react the man smacked her with the end of his gun, knocking her out immediately. The world was slowly turning black as blood pooled from a wound in (Y/N)'s head, she could vaguely hear the sounds of her daughter screaming but she couldn't do anything about it now, not when the world was fading away.

Nat punched the punching bag as hard as she could, her fists still aching despite the gloves she wore. Five years had passed since (Y/N) left her, not a single day went by when Nat wouldn't think about her, about their child. She wondered if her chid was a boy or girl, if he or she looked more like her or (Y/N), she wondered if (Y/N) had fallen in love again, maybe had more kids. As much as it hurt Nat to say it she hope she had, she hoped she was happily married to someone who would love and cherish her the way Nat never did-

"Nat!" The doors to the training room suddenly burst open and in comes Steve, coming to a skidding halt beside Nat. "We've got a situation,"

"Yeah?" Nat asks as she punches the bag again. "What is it?"

"It's (Y/N), we've found her," Immediately Nat's punches stop as she looks up at Steve, a dangerous look in her eyes.

"You better not be playing some sick joke on me Steven-"

"She's been captured by hydra, her and your daughter."

(Y/N) awoke to a splitting headache towards the back of her head. Her mouth felt dry, her eyes hurt and her entire body felt stiff.

(Y/N) slowly opened her eyes, taking in the scenery around her.

"Ahh, you're waking up, good, I thought I had hit you too hard," (Y/N)'s head aches at the noise, causing a groan to spill past her lips. "Sorry about the whole head thing, you're still quite the runner I will admit, guess motherhood has caught up to you though,"

"Where's- where's my baby?" The man chuckles as he casually flips a knife up and down in the air, catching it gracefully everytime it fell.

"She's safe, don't you worry your pretty little face off-" "Where's my child you fucking piece of shit?" Suddenly the man springs forward, the knife pressed into (Y/N)'s throat rtght enough to draw rivulets of blood.

"If you're quiet I won't hurt ya too bad," he sneers, sending shivers of fright down (Y/N)'s spine. "I wouldn't want to cut that pretty face up too bad," The man slides his knife along (Y/N)'s cheek, slowly slicing it open. (Y/N) whimpered and flinched away, but not enough to the man's liking. He hummed in distaste as he slid the knife down her cheek once more, slowly and ever so painfully slicing the skin wide open. (Y/N) squirmed and moaned in pain, trying with all their night to get the pain to stop. Finally satisfied with his work the man sat back, admiring the way (Y/N)'s cheek parted and dribbled with blood.

"Ooh, that's a shame, my hand slipped," He chuckles darkly, his entire face contorting with wicked amusement. God- (Y/N) could only pray Alex was okay, even despite the way she was in excruciating pain she just wanted her sweet baby girl to be okay.

(Y/N) slams her head against the pole behind her, the pole her arms were tied around painfully. Tears burned at her eyes but she wouldn't let her captor have the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"Aww, are you gonna cry? Did I hurt your feelings? Does your face hurt just a bit? Want me to kiss it better-" The man's sentence ends rather suddenly with a rather bubbly cough, the same cough (Y/N) had heard a thousand times while she was on missions; it was the sound a man dying. (Y/N) cracked her eyes open to see the man fall onto his face, blood pooling from a knife wound in his back.

Well- that was a rather sudden death, not that (Y/N) was complaining.

(Y/N) looks up to see exactly who her savior was but she wasn't expecting to see Nat, the woman she had left behind five years ago. (Y/N)'s brows furrow in confusion as Nat drops to her side, immediately untying her bonds.

"Oh my god (Y/N)," Tears burn at Nat's eyes as she cups (Y/N)'s face in her hands, her thumb smoothing circles into her good cheek. "Oh my god you're alive. Steve told me what had happened and I was convinced that you were dead- oh my god (Y/N), I was so fucking scared." Scared? Nat was scared? No, (Y/N) was the one who deserved to be scared, not her. (Y/N) was the one who just had her face mutilated, she was the one who had been tied to a pole, she was the one who had been hit upside the head with a gun, she was the one who nearly lost her daughter to some hydra scum.

"Alex," (Y/N) manages the word despite her dizzying pain. "Alex." She repeats again, her eyes growing wide with fear. "Alex, Alex." (Y/N) tried to stand up but the pain takes over and she falls back down, nearly smacking her head against the pole.

"Take it easy," Nat whispers as she smooths her hands over (Y/N)'s sore cheek, an action she once found comforting but now it was far from that. Nothing could comfort (Y/N) except her baby girl at her side.

"I think I found what you were looking for," Another voice suddenly chimes in, this one much deeper and yet softer. (Y/N) would recognize that voice anywhere, it belonged to Steve Rogers.

Not a moment after his words he appears I'm the doorway, a small, red headed girl in his clutches.

"Mommy!" Alex cries as she squirms out of Steve's embrace, instead rushing over to (Y/N) to hug her tightly. "I was so scared mommy, I couldn't find you and the scary men wouldn't tell me where you were," Alex cries against her loudly, no doubt rubbing her snot and tears all over her shirt.

" 's okay Alex," (Y/N) pets his hair, soothing her softly. " 'm okay,"

"No you're not mommy, you're bleeding everywhere, mommy- did they hurt you?" Alex cries harder, her beautiful eyes shrouded in tears.

(Y/N) can't say or do much other than hold Alex close and pet her hair, soothing her slowly. (Y/N) looked at Nat, at her tear filled eyes as she watched (Y/N) and Alex. (Y/N) knew it was wrong to want her affection, especially after what she said to her all those years ago but what (Y/N) needed right now was Nat, she needs her more than she ever had before.

(Y/N) slowly scoots forward until she's right next to Nat, close enough that she could lean her head against her shoulder like the good old days. It felt so good to finally be back with nat, she'd been deprived of her affection for far too long. She needed the support right now, she needed Nat, her girlfriend, the mother of her child, she needed her like she needed air to breathe.

Nat didn't waste any time wrapping her arms around (Y/N), pulling her a little closer. Her lips pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s sweaty hairline, a gesture that (Y/N) once was used to, now it was a novelty coming for anyone, especially Nat.

"We should probably get back home, stitch you up," Nat whispers to (Y/N), her arm running up and down (Y/N)'s soothingly. Even knowing how painful It would be to go back to the tower (Y/N) found herself agreeing, nodding immediately.

The tower was familiar and unfamiliar at once, almost like a déjà vu kind of feeling. Bruce had long since stitched (Y/N)'s cheek back together, telling her that it was going to leave some pretty nasty scars behind. But now she was parked on Nat's couch as Alex curled up in her lap, watching some princess show. Nat was beside them, though sitting away by quite a few feet. Her eyes remained glued on Alex the entire time, as though she were studying her like some lab specimen.

"You can hold her if you'd like...she's really affectionate," (Y/N) mumbles finally turning to look at Nat. Nat shakes her head, shying away from the two further.

"No...I couldn't...not after what I said to you..." (Y/N) sighs gently as she brushes some hair away from Alex's eyes.

"You were shocked, it's okay, plus, I think you made up for it today," Nat bites her lip as she looks at (Y/N) and Alex hesitantly.

"Are you sure it's okay?" (Y/N) tries to smile but stops when she feels her cheek aching in pain.

"Yeah, luckily for you she's asleep too, makes her even easier to work with," (Y/N) hands Alex over to Nat, settling back down into her seat when she was done. Immediately Alex curls into nat, smacking her lips tiredly as she buries her face in Nat's neck.

"I came back that day, after you left that note," Nat bites her lip as she pets Alex's hair gently. "I was going to tell you I was already looking for cribs and strollers but when I got back-" Nat chokes up, tears blurring her eyes once again. "When I got back you weren't here. I didn't know where you had gone or if you were safe. For five years I wondered about you, obsessed about you. I couldn't help but imagine what would have happened if I hadn't stormed out that day. Maybe we'd be living in some small home in the country, raising our child together, maybe a couple of dogs too," Nat sighs shakily, biting back her tears as she holds Alex gently, slowly swaying her back and forth.

"So you- you really did want to have our baby?"

"Yes," Nat nods, sniffling softly, "I've been thinking about it- about her- ever since you left. I really did want to have our baby together, I wanted to help you be a mother, feed our baby, play with her, watch her grow..."

"It's never too late," (Y/N) whispers timidly, hanging her head in embarrassment. "I'm sure Alex would love to have an extra mommy, plus...I realized how much I missed you- how much I need you. We can't just go back to our normal lives after this, we have to do something,"

"Maybe we could start over? Let me prove to you that I want this? I can take you on dates, I can help with Alex, I'll do anything," (Y/N) nods, giving Nat her small, broken smile once again.

"Lets take things slow, not rush them. A first date would be a good start..." Nat smiles softly as she looks at Alex, sniffling once again.

"First date it is then," Nat looks to (Y/N), smiling a bit brighter than before.

They were nowhere near the intimacy and trust they had previously, and (Y/N) doubted she could ever truly forgive Nat for what she said and did but they were trying, and trying was a pretty damn good start.

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put your guns away [draco malfoy]

request: “ 3 and 131 with Draco please !!” -anon

“Can you write a Draco x reader fic where they hate each other and Draco is always teasing her when they walk by each other. Everyone else ships it,but they deny it because they both 'hate' each other” -anon

word count: ~1300 (i got it this time yall)

a/n: POSTING TWICE IN A NIGHT BC I LOVE YALL and i was in a writing mood. this was so fun to write like i wrote it in roughly 30 mins. ahhh?????!!! i knocked 2 requests out in one fic bc im cool (tm) like that and also it fits together so well????? i love draco ahh he so fine anyway enjoy thanks for requesting

3: “am i supposed to be scared of you?”

131: “i swear if you weren’t so attractive, i’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.”

You hate Draco Malfoy.

You hate him with a fiery passion like nothing you’ve ever felt before. When you see him, you feel like screaming. You get this flippy chest thing and you ball your hands into a fist, fingernails digging into the palm of your hands so hard you might make them bleed. Maybe. It’s never happened before, but knowing Draco Malfoy, he might make it happen sometime.

Honestly - you’ve never felt anything this intense before. No feeling, no emotion - you can have pretty high highs and pretty low lows, but the highest of highs and the lowest of lows has always been the pure raging fury you feel from the top of your head to the tips of your toes when you even hear his voice.

“You don’t hate him,” your friend tells you, mouth full of food. Your face twists in disgust when you see the chewed up chicken. “You’re attracted to him.”

“I’d rather die than look at him,” you remind her. “And stop talking with your mouth full.”

She opens her mouth and shows you the chicken.

Gross.

You look up, peering around for platinum hair. Your friend looks with you. “What are you looking for?” She asks.

“Draco Malfoy. I want to make sure he’s not here.”

“Oh my fucking God.”

You glare, shoving her. “Shut up. This is serious. He really pissed me off yesterday.”

Your other friend chimes in, “You know, Malfoy’s really attractive.”

‘Yeah. He is’, you think to yourself. Then you shake your head, trying to rid the thoughts from your brain.

“He’s terrible looking.”

They exchange similar expressions, rolling their eyes. “We both cannot wait for you two to get together.”

“Get together?” You scoff. “As if. He’s a terrible human being,” you spoon mashed potatoes into your mouth, continuing even while chewing. “Remember third year? He nearly got a hippogriff killed because he was disrespectful towards it. He-”

“And she tells me not to talk with my mouth full,” your friend rolls her eyes, muttering to the other one.

You jump up, swallowing your food. “He’s right there. I’m gonna go punch him in the face.”

Your friends pull you down, protesting. “No! You can’t just walk up to him and punch him in the face in the Great Hall!”

“For Merlin’s sake,” the other moans. “This is getting ridiculous. You both fancy each other, it’s so obvious. Just snog already.”

“I would rather die.” You repeat. You furiously spoon more mashed potatoes into your mouth so you don’t say anything else. You sense their annoyance. They sigh in relief. The three of you watch Malfoy walk to the Slytherin table. He makes eye contact with you from across the room. Smirking, he winks with his stupid silver eyes.

All three of your mouths fall open. Your friend reaches over to shut yours. “Keep chewing,” she instructs.

You obey, gripping the ends of your robes under the table, stomach flipping again.

You’re walking out of the bathroom, shaking your hands dry from the sink. You bump into (literally) a tall, fit body. Your head collides directly with their chest. You let out a small “oomph” in surprise.

“Get off of me.”

You look up. Malfoy is staring down at you, eyebrow raised. You nearly throw yourself back, fists clenched. Now you’re irritated. Your chest is doing the bouncy thing inside. It irks you.

He’s smirking again. You scowl up at him; he’s really tall. Much taller than you.

“You like me so much you run into me,” he chuckles. “Charming.”

“I do not like you,” you snap. “In fact, I hate you.”

“Oh?” Malfoy steps forward, towering over you. You take a tentative step backwards. He keeps going until he has you cornered. “Well, the feeling is mutual.”

“Why are you blocking me in?” You cross your arms, scowling. “Go away. I have things to do.”

He’s really close now. Fuck, he’s attractive. He’s really attractive. You refrain from banging your head against the wall. Your friends are not right. You do not fancy him. You’re just… confused.

“Oh? Like what, bothering everybody?”

You groan. “I swear, if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.” Almost immediately after, your eyes widen. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

Malfoy laughs. “Am I supposed to be scared of you? You’re so small and harmless,” he pauses. “Did you just call me attractive?”

“No!”

“You did!” Malfoy laughs again. “You think I’m attractive.”

Your face is hot. You’re probably the same shade of scarlet the Gryffindors wear. “No I don’t,” you whine. “It slipped out, okay? I will punch you in the face. I’m not afraid to.”

Malfoy smiles. “Punch me, then.”

“Wh-what?” Your lips turn down into a frown.

“Punch me. If you don’t think I’m attractive, then punch me.”

You hesitate. If you do punch him, you’ll be right. You’ll never have to deal with him again. If you don’t, he wins. You don’t want him to win, but you also don’t want to punch him. The thing is, you do find him attractive.

You find him really, really attractive.

Fuck.

You reach up. Draco arches a brow, arms crossed. He watches your hand. You grab his tie, and use it to pull him down to your level.

“Listen,” you say, face level with his. “I’m not going to punch you, but-”

All of a sudden, you’re kissing him. You don’t know who started it but at this point you don’t really care. You’re tugging on Draco’s stupid perfect hair and he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, closer, closer, closer - you feel his lips, soft against your own, part in way of his tongue. What the hell. You add yours, too. Your tongues twist together. Inside of your chest, your heart is going crazy. You think you might explode from all the emotions going on around you right now.

You’re kissing so hard, you barely register what’s going on around you. It isn’t until you hear a familiar, “Oh, bloody fucking hell-” that your eyes fly open, shoving Draco away from you. Draco lands against the wall. There he stays, breathing heavily, hair mussed and tie crooked and lips swollen to hell and back. You realize you probably don’t look much better.

Your friends stand before you, gaping. They both start laughing, holding onto each other for support.

“We called it!” They choke out in between gasps for air. “We fucking called it! You two totally fancy each other!”

Draco (since when have you called him “Draco”?) turns red. He adjusts his tie and smooths out his hair. Then, he reaches up to touch his lips. When he looks at you and sees you already staring at him, he winks again. Your stomach turns into an Olympic gymnast.

“Shut your mouths, you bitches,” you scowl, grabbing Draco by his tie. “We are leaving. We are going away from this judgement.”

“We’re happy for you two!” They call as you leave.

“Where are we going?” Draco asks as soon as you’re out of earshot. “Are we going to go snog some more?”

“Yes,” you reply bluntly.

“Good,” Draco sighs. “Because that was fucking good.”

You nod in agreement. You find an old broom closet and shove him in there, knocking over a few brooms in the process. Clumsily, you shut the door behind you. Draco attacks your mouth with his again.

A few minutes later, you mumble against his lips, “I still hate you, you know.”

“Mm. Sure you do.”

You break away, but leave your face within an inch of his. His eyes are open, the grey an icy chill in such close proximity. You roll your eyes and kiss him again. How annoying.

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