#is it the dreaded L word gosh please no please don’t let him be in love with me that would be so sad because I’m not 😔👍

[pegging-satan]

Hey what does it mean when a friend tells you that you’re the only one who can make him cum like ??? 🤠

You’re telling me that in the last six months you’ve been blue balled? I’m the only one your dick will get off to? Dude seek help lmao 😀

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

call out my name pt. 2

summary: spencer rushes off to fix things with y/n, but can they really be fixed?

word count: 2,371                                                                                     reading time aprox: 9 mins

a/n: i just wanted to say thank you for all the support and praise i received on here, especially seeing all of my favorite authors comment and reblog my work is so heartening. thank you all so much for the support, you’re the reason why i have the encouragement to continue doing what i love <3

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part 1

The rain pattered against the window panes, interlocking with the light that shone through the sheer curtains of my apartment. A cold breeze slipped through the crack of the window, letting it venture through the dim room before it graced my skin. Although the sensation hadn’t registered in my mind as the plain beige wall in front of me consumed my attention. 

The hypnotic sound of the rain provided a consistent rhythm that encouraged my introspection. In the entire duration of my break, I’ve let my thoughts filter and organize themselves. I’ve felt powerless against the accusations that my brain has thrown towards me, setting my emotions to the side in a state of suspense. 

My knees were curled up against my chest, my unwashed hair scrunched up against my cheeks, and my sweater was littered with unknown stains and dried tears. Along with the descension of my reasonability, my hygiene followed shortly after. 

I was brought out of my bubble by the buzz of my phone. I turned it off weeks ago from the constant notifications I got from the team, it was only when I received a text message from my mother that I decided to turn it back on for the day. 

I reached over to the side table where my phone laid, feeling my muscles tense up and ache from the lack of movement I’ve done these past weeks. Turning it on, the intense light blinded me, leaving me disoriented. When my eyes finally adjusted to the sudden change of light, I wished that I had been blinded a little longer than I was. 

The notification read ‘New Voicemail: JJ <3’ 

My breath got pushed back in my throat, a wave of discomfort flooding over my entire body as my thumb hesitated over the notification. My lips trembled, swallowing my saliva while a debate ensued between my impulsivity and my timidity. With a numb boost of confidence I hurriedly pressed on the notification, traveling through my phone to hear out her message. 

“Hey Y/N” The message began. “I know that you heard...about what I said to Spence-” Her voice was low and full of penance, although any remorse that I tried to comprehend washed away at her use of Spencer’s nickname. “Gosh, I don’t even - I don’t even know how to begin to apologize for what I said - I - you don’t know how much Spence loves you and how much he talks about you” She sighed, her tone picking up as she praised Spencer. “But what I said was completely inappropriate and I’m so sorry for what I said. Telling Spence that I loved him was way out of line, considering that you’re such a dear friend to me, and especially since things are so complicated with me and Will - I just - I’m so sorry that I told him that I love-” 

The rest of the message was left to the imagination as I forcefully threw my phone against the beige wall, denting it in the process. A flurry of newfound rage clouded my mind, providing a break from the contradicting thoughts that usually engulfed my head. For once, I had directed the emotion towards another individual rather than myself. 

The phone fell with a heavy thud, glass debris flying across the floor, decorating the oak floors with fragments. I could care less about the material expense that I would have to pay; my blind resentment tainting my rationality. 

My chest heaved in exasperation as a novel onslaught of tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Although the quantity of tears were sparse because they were wasted on my self reproach the previous week. I furiously wiped them away, detaching myself from the malicious feeling, a habit I came to develop. 

I adapted to the stupefaction that infiltrated my heart, at times feeling grateful for the ability. The coldness that surrounded my small living room couldn’t compare to the icy innards of my chest. 

Finally collecting my composure, I looked over to a mirror that sat between my bookshelves, taking in my disheveled and ragged appearance. 

JJ wouldn’t look like this

My face contorted into a somber expression, letting my insecurities slip through the hard persona I persisted to instill in myself. I surveyed the filthy environment that surrounded me; the floor was painted with old dirt, the furniture had accumulated colonies of dust, and the roses that sat on the kitchen counters had wilted. 

JJ would never let herself go like this

Who was I kidding? Who was I, Y/N Y/L/N, to compare to a Georgetown graduate, an astounding profiler, and an icon of beauty? 

Well the one thing I had that she didn’t was Spencer

But did I really? 

I was startled out of my grim assessment by a frantic knocking against my front door. I groaned internally, not hesitating to stay where I was situated. I couldn’t handle any human interaction at the moment, frankly I didn’t want any human interaction at all. I’ve learned to love the little cocoon I had built around me, finding serendipity in my self-isolation. 

“Go away!” I attempted to shout, but all that came out was a hoarse whimper that sent a sharp pain to my esophagus. I flinched as the knocking became more frantic, the volume elevating along with the forceful jabs against the wood. 

I felt my ears ring, using my hands to alleviate the pounding that attacked my eardrums. I was about to open my mouth to disclose another warning, but a familiar voice had interrupted me. 

“Y/N! Y/N are you in there!” Spencer yelled, slamming his fists against the door between every phrase. 

I froze in my spot, a wave of mixed emotions coming over me as my cheeks flushed at hearing his voice for the first time in a long time. The familiar sound sent shockwaves down my spine and dread silenced my tongue. It felt like I was on high alert, like an animal paranoid of its prey. 

“Y/N! Just - god please tell me you’re at least okay” He stammered in his fit of hysteria, the bangs on the door slowing in rhythm. 

Silence followed his pleas, instilling a sense of relief that I didn’t know I needed. Movement outside stilled, making me think that he had given up his relentless efforts and went elsewhere. I let out a breath that I held in, alleviating the stress that had accumulated inside of me. 

Although the moment that I began to relax into my seat, two blaring shots rattled through the apartment complex. The scent of gunpowder meshed with the dewy air as I jumped out of my seat, startled and alarmed. I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my palms, the ringing leaving me blindsided. 

“Y/N! Y/N? Are you there?” Spencer rushed in with his gun pointed, his feet clattering against the floor in a haste. 

“What the fuck Spencer” I hoarsely whispered, although the meekly volume of my voice hadn’t penetrated this ears. 

“Y/N!” He called out once again, slowing his movements as his sneakers squeaked with every step he made. 

“I’m here Spencer, I’m here” I repeated, using all my might to push the small phrase off of my tongue. My throat stung at the strain of my voice, a burning feeling eliciting from the back of my throat due to the dryness. This time I had caught his attention.

We locked eyes for a brief moment before I quickly broke our line of sight, insecure about my current appearance; even after a month I still held Spencer’s opinion to the highest magnitude. In the time that I observed him, I noticed that he was drenched in rain water, his hair tangled and strung out from his head while droplets proceeded behind him. 

“I-” He breathed, his words caught in his throat. He dropped his revolver beside him in incredulity, drinking in my battered presence. He didn’t look too well either, his stature was still the same but the bags under his eyes were prominent, his cheeks were puffed from exhaustion, and his posture resembled the hunchback of Notre Dame. 

“W- what are y- you doing here Spencer?” I croaked, rubbing my hands against my arms in an attempt for any type of coverage. 

My senses heightened as I waited for his response. He brought in such a familiar, yet unfamiliar presence with him. It felt like I was home, but so far away from it at the same time. 

Maybe it was the way that I longed for the warmth of his embrace, the calming rhythm of his heart beat while I slept on his chest, and the soothing melody of his voice while he read to me. But maybe it was also the way he hadn’t dared to speak when JJ’s voice was full of love, when he assumed that I hadn’t acknowledged the endearments he received from another woman, and when I became a distant thought in the back of his head. 

I’ve never doubted Spencer’s eidetic memory, but this time I questioned my place in that brilliant mind of his. Maybe for the first time, I was the one thought that had ceased to exist. 

“I - why didn’t you tell me?” He uttered, running his hand over his jaw in grievance. His eyes burned holes into me, the intense glare making me feel small under his scrutiny. 

I couldn’t answer

“God Y/N - I don’t even - why didn’t you even tell me?” 

“I - uh - I don’t” I stuttered, unable to muster the confidence or cognitive ability to speak; it was like my brain had turned into mush. 

“Please talk to me” He pleaded, taking a hesitant step closer to me. 

I stumbled back in a haste like he was some sort of repellent. I felt a constant push and pull in my gut, messing with my innate instincts. 

“Spencer don’t-” I warned, seeing how he had taken a few determined strides towards me. 

“Spence...please don't - p- please” I whimpered, feeling a wet substance slide down the apple of my cheeks. I tasted the crimson blood mix with the salty residue on my lips, unaware of how hard I bit down on the skin. 

Pained tears continued to fall incessantly from my eyes, matching the way the rain ran down my window panes previously. I saw Spencer’s figure slump down in defeat, the helplessness in my words permeating his eardrums. 

“Y/N just - please let me fix - Y/N just please let me fix us” He solicited, looking to me for permission to advance. 

“Spencer there’s no need for fixing anythi-” 

“Yes there is Y/N-” 

“No there isn’t Spencer!” I persisted, convincing myself that I had everything under control. I shut my eyes in frustration, shaking my head in denial while I reminded myself of all the malicious emotions I refused to feel. 

“Y/N please just list-” 

“No Spencer. I know what to do and I know how to deal with-” 

“No Y/N! No you don’t - god you’re so stubborn sometimes -” He imprudently blurted out, pinching at the bridge of his nose to collect his composure. “Y/N - please just…” He sighed, looking deep into my eyes from a distance. “Please just let me in” He begged, a few tears slipping from the corners of his somber irises. His face wore an anguished and desperate expression, an expression that had the ability to end a war. 

My cold exterior shattered instantaneously from the sight of Spencer, feeling my heart being tugged into multiple directions until all that was left was a pained human muscle. As much as I wanted to convince myself of an ardent persona, I knew that Spencer was the only person that could invoke such a visceral reaction from me. Whether I accepted the feeling or not, I knew that Spencer’s effect on me was unmatched to any delusions I made myself to believe. 

My lips trembled uncontrollably as a soft sob rolled off my tongue. I looked to Spencer for aid, feeling my entire facade crash and burn. My knees buckled and weakened from reality coming in all at once. When the first cry fell from my mouth, more followed soon after. 

I became a drenched mess that sat in the middle of the living room. I felt deceived by myself, developing a sense of self resentment as my mindset came into actualization. I grieved for the fragment of myself that I secluded and killed off because of my inability to process my agony, longing for that piece of me back. 

Spencer came to my rescue, engulfing me in his arms and encroaching me with his touch. I leaned into his chest, desperately clutching onto the dress shirt he wore. My tears stained his blazer, leaving puddles along the fabric, but I couldn’t care less. 

I breathed in the sedative scent, feeling it flush through my nostrils, reminding me of home. I held onto his arms tightly, afraid that he would disappear the moment I let go of him. 

Spencer tried to reach down to grab a hold of my cheek, but I nudged his fingers away, climbing into his lap as I buried my face into the crook of his neck. 

He cooed into my hair, stroking my back while he whispered his endearments in my ear. “You’re okay Y/N - we’re going to be okay” He breathed, letting out a staggered exhale as he enunciated his words. 

Light rushed into my chest at that moment, letting it conquer and cut through the caution tape I had wired around my feelings. Shutting my eyes, I relaxed into his love, letting it infiltrate and replace my fears. 

I didn’t doubt that it was going to take time to heal and repair, but at least it was beginning. 

“I love you so so much Y/N - more than you can ever conceive” He declared, pressing a soft kiss on my temple. “And nobody will ever tell me otherwise” 

I knew from that moment that I didn’t have to walk on a tightrope no longer because I knew it was my name that Spencer would be calling out.

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[animatedarchives]

CHEMISTRY

— 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

author’s note: hi guys! this is based off of a conversation i had with @velvetfireworks​ about dozing off in class hehe ^^ it’s pretty cringey and cheesy but i thought it was cute :> enjoy!~

genre: fluff

warning: none, just school being sucky and some nerdy chemistry puns bc i love science

word count: 1.7k words

“Each carbon atom is sp3 hybridised and covalently bonded to four other carbon atoms to form a tetrahedral structure, making it insoluble in water and...”

I’m so tired.

The lecturer droned on and on in his awfully monotonous voice, his words going right over your head. You rubbed your face exasperatedly and sat up straight in your chair, trying your best to stay awake.

Maybe you should have gotten more rest last night. But how could you? Especially given all the assignments that were due this week. You groaned. Either way, you just wanted this class to be over.

Your eyes flicked to the clock mounted on the wall at the front of the hall, watching painfully as it ticked at an agonisingly slow pace.

Just… half an hour more…

You shook your head to will the sleepiness away, tightening the grip on your pen as you attempted to listen to the lecture once more. But the exhaustion from your allnighter last night was too much, and it fizzled out any determination you had to stay awake. Your body seemed to act against the pleas of your mind, and your eyelids slowly began to droop.

No! Need to... listen… to...

Your eyes eventually drifted shut and you felt instant relief wash over you. As much as you wanted to stay awake, you had no more energy to pry your eyelids apart.

Okay… Maybe just… five minutes…

You leaned back in your chair and gave in to your exhaustion, letting yourself be overtaken by sleep.

A few minutes passed and finally, you began to stir, your brain slowly starting back up again after your short nap.

Mmm, my pillow… So soft… Maybe I can sleep for a while longer— Wait.

Your eyes snapped open.

I don’t have a pillow.

You rubbed your face sleepily and assessed your situation, your eyes widening in horror as you realised you had ended up falling asleep on the shoulder of the person next to you.

“Oh my- I am so sorry!” you jerked away from them, the top of your head colliding with their chin.

“Ow-”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY, I’M SO SORRY!” you apologised profusely.

In your frenzy, you knocked your pencil case off your table, sending your stationery flying. You cursed under your breath and fumbled around, trying to get your things — and yourself — together. The stranger bent down and helped to pick up some of your pens, and although you were grateful, it deepened the guilt you felt in the pit of your stomach for causing them so much inconvenience.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeated again, turning to face him.

He chuckled. “For a smart girl, you sure have some limited vocabulary,” he said, approaching you and handing you back your pens. You scoffed at the backhanded compliment but kept your smile nonetheless.

“Thank you… uh…” you trailed off, not knowing how to address him.

“The name’s Kuroo Tetsuro.”

“Mine is L/N Y/N!” you smiled politely. “Thank you, Kuroo.”

You were now very much awake and able to take in his appearance, an opportunity you missed during the earlier commotion. He wasn’t dressed in anything too outlandish; it was rather simple honestly — a white tee, a black jacket, some black joggers with a red stripe going down the side, and matching red shoes to accentuate the pop of colour. His jet black hair was spiked up as well, but strangely, not all of it. For some reason, he allowed his bangs to fall across the right side of his face instead of spiking it up like the rest. It was unusual, but strangely... rather charming.

“It’s not very polite to stare, you know.”

You blushed at his comment and whipped your head to look at anything else but him.

“I- I wasn’t staring!” you denied, hoping your face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Sure you weren’t,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Who was this guy? You’d barely even met him, yet you felt so comfortable around him. It was like you were naturally drawn to him. Attracted, even. You shook your head and cleared your throat, pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind.

“So uh, how much did I miss?” you asked.

“We just finished up the rest of this chapter on chemical bonding,” he replied. You groaned, dreading how much you’d have to study tonight in order to catch up on what you missed during the lecture. There was no way this could get worse.

And of course, just as you thought that, a dark splotch on Kuroo’s jacket caught your eye and you mentally slapped yourself as your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is…” you said as you buried your face in your hands.

Confused, Kuroo followed your line of sight until it landed on a wet spot on his jacket, just below the curve of his shoulder — the very one you were sleeping on. He made a face and you had never felt more embarrassed in your entire life.

“Oh my gosh, please let me make it up to you! I’ll buy you lunch!” you sputtered out. You had to repay him somehow, not just because you’d used him as a pillow during Chemistry class but because there was now a huge spot of your drool on his clothes to show for it.

He chuckled at your flusteredness. “Lunch sounds great.”

He suggested going to his favourite food place, claiming it had the best grilled salted mackerel pike in the world. You agreed and followed him — it was only fair he chose where to eat after everything you’d put him through. As you neared the stall, you caught a whiff of the delicious grilled fish, causing your mouth to water and you licked your lips excitedly. The waitress greeted you at the entrance and motioned you to follow her inside as she led you to your seats.

“A table for two for the lovely couple,” she gestured towards the table. “Enjoy your date!” she smiled.

Your cheeks started to heat up and you shook your head vigorously at the misunderstanding. “N-no! This isn’t-” you tried to correct her but your protests fell on deaf ears as she was already walking away.

“Wow, do you not want to go on a date? You wound me,” he placed his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

“NO NO NO IT’S JUST-”

“Oh, so you do want to go on a date with me?”

“WHA- NO- I MEAN-”

“I’m teasing, kid,” he laughed and ruffled your hair. “Sit down.”

You let out a sigh as you both took your seats. You were a complete mess today. He didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he seemed to find it pretty amusing.

You peered over your menu to look at the boy sitting across you. It was hard to believe you’d only met a while ago considering you were now having lunch at his favourite food place, talking like you were old friends. And you couldn’t help but feel something warm starting to bubble within your chest.

“Staring again?” he asked without even needing to look at you. You quickly snapped out of your thoughts.

“NO!” you retorted and lifted the menu up to cover your red face.

The two of you placed your orders and the rest of lunch went without a hitch. You were surprised with how easily conversation came with Kuroo and how naturally you guys got along together.

“So, grilled salted mackerel pike huh?” you asked.

“Yeah, this place is famous for it. It’s my favourite food,” he replied in between mouthfuls. “Docosahexaenoic acid is good for the brain, you know.”

“Wow, didn’t know you were such a nerd.”

“Better than someone who sleeps in class and drools on people.”

“HEY!”

Everything was just so easy with him, and your mind kept drifting back to the waitress’s words. Was this really a date? And more importantly, did you want it to be a date? You’d only just gotten to know him a few hours ago but the chemistry between you was undeniable. The warm feeling in your chest returned and honestly, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to hold on to it a little longer. But lunch was coming to an end and you knew you’d have to let go.

“That was a great meal,” Kuroo said, satisfaction written all over his face. Thanks for the ‘date’ kid,” Kuroo chuckled at the term the waitress used. Your heart skipped a beat and you willed yourself not to blush again or give anything away.

“You’re welcome, old man,” you smiled innocently at the term you used. He’d kept calling you ‘kid’ so it was only fair that you returned the favour. You’d never admit it but you secretly liked it that he gave you a nickname. He smiled at you and shook his head at your silly antics.

Both of you stood outside the shop, not really knowing what else to say. You knew it was time to part ways since you’d already given him what you owed, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.

“Well, I guess I’d better get back home… I’ve got to catch up on what I missed out during the lecture anyway,” you laughed nervously, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah, I guess this was a good bonding session, huh,” he grinned lopsidedly, but you could tell it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Even so, you laughed at his dorkiness. You were going to miss it.

“Well, I’ll get going then,” you said, turning to leave. “Oh and uh, sorry about your jacket,” you smiled sheepishly.

Kuroo perked up in sudden realisation. “Oh wait! Speaking of…” he closed the distance between you, rummaging through his bag and fishing out the black jacket he’d previously taken off. “Here,” he said, shoving it into your arms.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this? A keepsake?” you snickered.

“Pfft, you wish,” he smirked. “It has your saliva on it. You wash it,” he said.

You cringed at the truth in his words and folded it over your arms. “Alright, I’ll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow.”

He grinned devilishly with a mischievous glint in his eye, and suddenly you understood his true intentions. You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

“Good. Now I’ve got an excuse to see you again tomorrow.”

Damn this clever nerd.

He’s good.

© written and published by animatedarchives 2020. please do not steal or repost. thank you.

[kkaebsongtypo]

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why wont you love me // hrj [02]

pairing: renjun x reader

genre: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, slight angst

wanings/notes: alcohol consumption (all parties are of legal age, drink responsibly!), mentions/symptoms of anxiety, mentions/signs of abandonment issues, jealousy, inspired by the song Why Won't You Love Me by 5sos

(warnings/notes are subject to change and updates if needed.)

word count: 2.1k

Renjun and y/n are an inseparable pair; they know each other like the back of their own hands. For the most part. Renjun keeps his true feelings hidden; y/n refuses to acknowledge their own. Both hold the fear of losing each other. But will one night out and a little too much to drink change everything?

a/n: hello part two is f i n a l l y here- sorry for the super long wait ;-; lmk if you want to be in a taglist ^-^

A week without Renjun and the boys proved to be a lot more difficult than you expected. On any other day, a normal day, you would have Renjun or Jisung on video call to keep you company whilst doing your work, cleaning the house, or just any other task. On any other day, you’d have a few of the boys lounging around your apartment, studying, doing project work, playing video games, spending their time in the comfort of your tidy home if they needed to get away from their own. Most of the time, it didn’t even feel like you lived alone.

Needless to say, with your main group of friends away on their trip, you were bored. With the boys doing their own trip activities, it was hard to get a normal, lengthy video call in. Procrastination was one of your biggest enemies in the deafening silence of your empty apartment. Without the company of your friends occupying your phone, and your current lack of self control, you were sprawled out on your bed scrolling through Instagram, your essay long forgotten.

You sat up abruptly when you opened Renjun’s story and were greeted with a photo of him and a shorter girl wrapped in his arms. Your chest tightened and at their bright smiles. You chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at the photo, the strange sensation in your chest growing. After a few seconds, you decided to close the app, the feeling (which, you concluded to be anxiety) building inside of you became overwhelming very quickly. You placed your phone face down on your bed and slowly laid back against the covers. You stared blankly at your ceiling and drummed your fingers on your bedsheets and chest.

A ding sounded from your phone and your hand flew to grab it. You hesitated to look at the screen though, unsure if you were hoping it was from Renjun or not. Ten seconds passed, and after a deep breath, you look at the message. A sigh fell from your lips when you read the contact name. It was from Jisung. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed that it wasn’t Renjun as the anxiety in your chest continued to swirl.

bby chick <3: Are you busy rn bby chick <3: Can u vc bby chick <3: I miss you :(

You felt a pang of guilt for feeling slightly disappointed as you read the younger boys messages. You truly did miss him as well. The situation prior to his messages simply threw you off and into a frenzy of other feelings. Your fingers typed a response quickly.

: I miss you too :( : and no I am not busy, call me <3

It took no longer than 5 seconds for a video call from Jisung to pop up. After a deep breath to push down the previous discomfort within you, you put on a small smile and answered the call. The sight of Jisung’s face lighting up instantly when you appeared on his screen made your smile become more real, the photo of Renjun and that girl being pushed aside for the time being.

“Hii y/n!!” Jisungs voice was lively and excited. The setting sun shone a warm glow on him and the hotel wall. He waved to you, and you waved back.

“Hey Sunggie, how are you doing?” You asked. He didn’t hesitate to respond.

“I’m good, the guys and I miss you tons though! How are you?” Your chest tightened when he returned the question. It always broke your facade at times like this.

“I’m- I’m uh… yeah, I’m good.” Your feeble attempt at seeming okay was unconvincing as hot tears rolled down your cheeks with each blink. The uncomfortable feeling in your chest returned and your breathing quickened. Though your vision was blurred, you noticed Jisung’s expression fall into one of shock and panic.

“Wha- what’s wrong? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He stuttered, reaching towards the camera as if trying to reach directly to you. You wiped your cheeks frantically with your sleeves and sniffled, a pathetic laugh falling from your lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Nothing is wrong, Ji, don’t worry-” Jisung cut you off gently. Tears continued to fall from your eyes involuntarily.

“Y/n… please don’t lie to me… you’re clearly not fine…” Your chest tightened more at the sadness in his voice. He didn’t like seeing you upset, it made him sad seeing his friend in distress. You tried to dry your tears again, but it was no use. With a quiet sigh of frustration, you ran your hand through your hair. There was no use in trying to lie again, your feelings were impossible to hide at this point.

“I- ugh. Yeah, you’re right. I’m not really okay- I’m sorry.” You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at your apology.

“No!! Don’t be sorry!” He exclaimed. You glanced up at him and slouched further into yourself. Silence filled both of your rooms. You didn’t know what to say. You were embarrassed; your fear of being abandoned was consuming every bit of you with each passing second the longer you stayed in your head. Abandonment issues weren’t something you’ve ever talked about with any of your friends, there was never a reason to. Not until you saw that photo of Renjun.

The silence stayed for what felt like an eternity of being stuck in your own thoughts on a loop. No matter how many times you tried to tell yourself that Renjun would never just drop you out of the blue, the anxiety just pushed back. Part of you says “he wouldn’t.” but the other part of you fights back with “but he could.” It was a never ending loop; spiraling into yourself with no end in sight. Jisung snapped you out of your thoughts with a question that caused your cheeks to burn with anxiety.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You chewed on your bottom lip and tried to sort your thoughts before speaking. Tears began forming in the corners of your eyes again and they fell down your still damp cheeks when you blinked.

“It’s- ahh. It’s just- that photo of Renjun and that girl. It’s like, stupid but I think it was just anxiety saying like ‘oh Renjun found someone new he doesn’t love me anymore’ kind of-” The string of words fell from you lips quickly and in a mess, your insecurities growing and getting the best of you. Your voice cracked and you sniffled before taking a shaky breath and rubbing your eyes, giving Jisung the opportunity to speak. He was hesitant at first, his voice wavering slightly; he wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

“Hey- um- breathe for a second. Can you, uhm, can you show me the photo?” You nodded and picked up your phone to open Instagram. A feeling of dread grew in your chest and stomach as your finger hovered over Renjun’s story. With a deep sigh, you opened the story, the photo popping up on your screen. You stared at Renjun’s smile for a second before tapping on the small paper airplane icon and sending it to Jisung. You waited quietly as Jisung opened Instagram to see the image. You laid on your back and positioned your phone next to you so the boy could still see you when he returned to the call.

While you were swimming in your own variety of conclusions, Jisung stared at the photo you had just sent, unsure of his next words. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair, knowing that he could potentially make you feel even worse in one way or another.

“Y/n- oh my goodness. Okay- that’s not- that’s like Renjun’s second cousin. We just met her today!” You stared at your ceiling as Jisung returned to the video call.

“I… are you serious? Oh my gosh.” You groaned, tears beginning to fall faster again. Jisung frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, still hating to see you so upset.

“Yeah! Please don’t cry.” Jisung tried to comfort you as best as he could through a tiny screen. You sniffled and whipped the tears from your face, only for more to fall. He sighed softly, feeling slightly helpless.

“Look, even if that wasn’t his relative, I can assure you that all of us love you and we would never just up and leave you for anyone else. Renjun especially. y/n he…” He paused for a second, trying to pick his words cautiously to avoid exposing any secrets that weren’t his.

“You’re his best friend. He, of all people, would never, ever do that to you.” Your tears began to slow as you listened to Jisung, taking in everything he said. The external rationalization was reassuring, but the ache from the idea of losing Renjun continued to loom deep in your chest.

“I know that your anxiety clouds your judgement sometimes but if I can do anything to help at any time, please let me know.” He paused for a second, quickly realizing that you were keeping quiet.

“But if you can’t talk to me for whatever reason, try to remember what I just said.” You sighed softly. Jisung was really trying, and even though your thoughts continued to run wild, you were grateful for his efforts.

“Thank you, Ji. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for all that; it was just a huge scare about my best friend leaving me over what turned out to be nothing.” You rolled your eyes at yourself. You jumped to conclusions and got upset over a misunderstanding; you felt foolish. Jisung perked up and was quick to validate your feelings.

“Oh! No, please don’t feel like you need to say sorry for feeling.” He frowned at you and played with his fingers. You pursed your lips and looked down at your lap. Silence lingered for a couple seconds before Jisung spoke up again.

“Um, okay. I’m sorry of this is a dumb question, but like- are you sure that was the only reason for your reaction..?” The question made you tilt your head and bring your eyebrows together in slight confusion.

“Uh? Yes? What do you mean?” Jisung turned away and scratched the back of his neck.

“Ah like, I dunno. The use of best friend- I mean like, are you sure you aren’t like, jealous?” Jisung turned his head down slightly, looking up at you with a careful gaze, nibbling the inside of his lip. Your eyes widened and you blinked a few times. Your lips parted to speak and you raised your eyebrows, but the words got caught in your throat. Why is this so hard to answer? You furrowed your brows for a second, regaining your composure enough to form some sort of coherent sentence.

“Oh- well I mean I guess maybe?? But no. What?? He’s my best friend and he’ll always be my best friend.” You tripped over your words as they came out in a mess. Your heart sped up and your cheeks warmed slightly. What is happening?? Jisung furrowed his eyebrows and tugged at his fingers as words began falling from his lips.

“Right- I’m sorry-” He started to panic, but you cut him off softly before he could ramble an apology.

“It’s fine Jisung, don’t worry about it.” You sent him a small, half smile. He chewed on his bottom lip and averted his gaze. Without letting the guilt-filled silence linger, you sighed and clapped your hands together.

“Enough about this stuff. Tell me more about the trip, what have you been up to?” You smiled softly. Jisung looked at you hesitantly and you nodded; an attempt at reassuring him. He took a second and raised his eyebrows before breaking into a smile.

“Well, the day after we arrived we just sort of slept in, but in the afternoon we went into the city...” You smiled as enthusiasm filled his eyes again, but his voice became mere background noise as you got lost in your thoughts once more. Jisung’s previous question coming back and lingering in your mind; “are you sure that was the only reason for your reaction?”

Renjun is my best friend. I don’t want anything more.

You did your best to shake it from consuming you, wanting to focus on Jisung instead. But the tiniest voice in the back of your mind repeated in a loop, Renjun is my best friend. I don’t want anything more. Right?

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starstruck (5)

It’s finally here!!! I’m so sorry this took literally 5ever but it’s here now! Ch 6 is also written but I don’t plan on releasing it until 7 is done. In the meantime, I’ll be releasing some other things I’ve had in the works for a while so be on the lookout for those ;)

Thanks to all who’ve followed me and been reading! I love you!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fandom: Tommy Holland 

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Setting: LA in general

Word Count: 2013

Warnings: a little bit of language; general sad time emotions

Rating: K+ still i guess

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You had run up the stairs upon entering your house, yelling out a quick “hey I’m home” to your parents to keep from rising suspicion. 

You tossed your bag onto your desk chair and went and sat on the big bean bag in the corner of your room, curling up into it under a blanket. 

It was nearing 4 o’clock and you knew that the beans would be spilled any moment now. 

You were absolutely nauseous.

You refreshed Instagram over and over until a notification came up at the top of your feed.

Tomholland2013 started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

Tears slipped down your cheeks again and you clicked on it, turning up the volume as the obviously anguished face of your worst nightmare appeared on the screen. The way his eyes puffed unnaturally led you to believe he, too, had been crying. 

He waited a few seconds for people to join and weakly smiled. It broke your heart to see him in this state, but it pained you even more to know how it had come to this.

“Hey, everyone,” he began quietly, waving to the camera. You recognized the background photos from his hotel room and continued to weep harder.

Comments were rolling in, concerned fans asking Tom if he was okay and what was going on. Even some of his celebrity friends appeared to be confused in the comments.

“I wanted to address some rumors going on about me and the mystery girl. That girl is y/n y/l/n. We met by accident at the premiere last week and snapped a photo together as I’m sure you’ve all seen. Fast forward to only a few days ago, when I helped take her to the hospital.”

He paused. Comments were getting more frequent as the live stream continued, more people joining by the second. 

Your breath was caught in your throat and chest was heavy and tight.

Am I having a panic attack? you thought before Tom continued.

“I took y/n to the hospital because she injured her head and I happened to be at the right place at the right time. That’s all that happened. We have only met those two times and I am happy that I was there when she needed help.”

You help back sobs at this point, not wanting to alarm your parents but unable to suppress the emotions you felt about his lying.

“Every other theory or suspicion is false. Those photos were of me driving her to the doctor. Y/n and I have had no contact since the incident, so please don’t bother her any further. I just wanted to come on and say y/n, I hope you’re feeling better and doing well, and to let all of you fans know the truth.”

He looked away from the camera when he said “truth,” and you were angered more.

This wasn’t the truth. This wasn’t okay. This wasn’t the Tom you’d come to know and even consider a friend. 

“Finally, thank you all for the support on the movie and I love seeing your reactions. I will resume doing press this weekend when I head to South Korea and then China next week. I’m glad I could share this film with you and once again, I hope you’re feeling better y/n and that we could possibly meet again when you are okay. Thank you all.”

He gave a final wave and slight grin before ending the stream, struggling to tap the button multiple times and swearing a bit as he finally did it.

You wanted to throw your phone across the room and smash it to pieces and simultaneously lock yourself in the closet and never leave. Another part of you yearned to scream the truth over the rooftops and tell the world how horrible Tom was for this.

Now I know why I never liked him you imagined again. 

You finally worked up the courage to send one message to b/f/n.

I’m sorry.

You hit send and seconds later another text came through from someone else.

I’m so sorry. It’s done.

Who from? 

Clara twinkletoes, of course.

You tossed your phone away from you on the carpet and snuggled further into the bean bag, trying to muffle the sounds of sobs with your blanket.

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Your parents called you down for dinner, but food wasn’t on your mind in the slightest.

You probably looked like you’d been hit by a truck as you made your way down the stairs, and your mom and dad noticed immediately.

“Oh my gosh, baby. What happened?” your mother fawned, rushing to you and placing her hands softly on your cheeks. 

“Tom Holland,” you mumbled, defeated. 

“Is that some boy I need to put in his place?” your dad asked sincerely, brows furrowed. 

You shook your head slightly and pulled away from your mother. 

“I thought that was the actor boy b/f/n likes but you don’t. Didn’t she go meet him last week?” she inquired.

“Look up his name online, I’m sure you’ll find the fabricated story somewhere.”

You apathetically began building your plate, scooping some lasagna out and grabbing a small bit of salad as your parents scanned the TMZ article that had been published with the help of an “anonymous source.”

“The source says y/l/n has shown previous disdain for the ‘Spider-Man’ star, but is grateful for the help he extended in her dire situation. Her social media is booming as both fans and haters flock to ask about her encounter, but no word has been published by her yet. It’s only a matter of time before the California native makes a statement. Most are calling her lucky, and we don’t blame her,” your mom read aloud. 

You thought you had no tears left to cry before, but more slipped down your cheek as you slid into a chair at the dining table.

“What is this?” your mom asked as she and your dad looked up from the article to you.

You started explaining everything over your dinner halfheartedly, trying not to let your emotions continue to get the best of you. 

They reacted with both concern and surprise as you told the story from beginning to present, choosing not to leave out the part where Tom had secretly been in the house a few nights previous. 

The lie was over, and the only way to move forward was with the truth, no matter how your parents would react. 

Upon finishing the tale, you looked up from your barely eaten meal to find both parents eyeing you sympathetically. 

“That’s it. That’s everything. Punish me how you see fit. Nothing could be worse than what I’ve already been through today.”

“Honey, we aren’t going to punish you. You’re an adult and you made some decisions that you can’t un-make. The consequences have already presented themselves. What matters now is how you move on from this,” your mom began. 

“And we’ll be behind you every step of the way,” your dad finished. 

You couldn’t help but smile and stood to hug them, welcoming their warm embraces. While cherishing the moment, you still couldn’t help but fear for b/f/n’s reaction.

“We may have to talk about you being able to sneak a boy into the house under our noses, though,” your father joked as you leaned into their arms.

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You readied for bed after spending a few hours curled into the couch watching evening programming. 

You hadn’t looked at your phone once since receiving that text from Tom and dreaded looking at it, but decided to do so anyways. 

You saw that there was a message from b/f/n but decided to ignore it for now. 

Snapchat was filled with snaps from friends and acquaintances who had learned of the incident already. 

Leaving them on read was the only feasible option right now.

A quick scan of Instagram and Twitter shot your anxiety through the roof and you refused to make any posts just yet. 

The world would just have to wait for your mental health to improve.

Eventually you worked up the nerve to open the text from b/f/n, ignoring all others from family and other close friends. 

This isn’t you, it began.

You have a lot of explaining to do if you expect me to understand or forgive you, but I’m not writing you off just yet

Let me know when you’re ready to talk.

You honestly couldn’t believe it. 

Sure, you two had been friends for years and been through thick and thin, but you also knew how she could react in anger and be unforgiving for a long time. 

It took about 20 minutes of you staring at her texts and pacing the room to think up a reply, and your words still would never make up for all of it.

I really don’t know if I am ready to share, but I swear on my life that you’ll be the first to hear from me when I am. I’ll be in touch soon. Thank you, I love you.

With that, you placed the phone on the charger on do not disturb and you crawled onto the bed.

A certain scent hit you like a truck upon laying down. 

You inhaled sharply and tensed. 

That damned cologne was still there.

Sleeping like this was not an option, so immediately you got back up, headed out the door, and made your way to the guest room.

That would have to work tonight, and tomorrow you would have to decide between washing or burning your bedsheets. 

Those thoughts didn’t make it too far, though, because almost immediately after your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

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You couldn’t do anything.

All day you had stayed in, afraid to be seen in public and even worse, be confronted about this. You couldn’t even make yourself go to dance in avoidance of your classmates.

Instead, you spent the day managing your anger and sadness through working out for almost two hours and eventually breaking down on the floor of your makeshift home gym. 

Your mom had taken off from work to keep watch of you and came in upon hearing you. She sat down on the floor and embraced you, ignoring the sweat covering your body and clothes. 

After finally managing to get up, you headed back upstairs and hopped into a long hot bath. Maybe that would cleanse you of all of this.

It didn’t. 

Later, you stripped your bed of the sheets and tossed them in the wash, dumping a scoop and a half of laundry detergent in for good measure. You also misted the bare mattress and pillows with linen spray just in case. 

You wouldn’t let anything remind you of him. 

The day went by too slowly as isolation set in. You couldn’t check social media because your feed was overloaded with inquiries, and you couldn’t talk to your friends because they were just as bad as the fans and haters. 

You were now sitting watching youtube videos while your mom watched tv. You weren’t paying attention until you heard the volume go up.

Upon looking up at the screen, you saw that she was watching Entertainment Tonight and they were running a story on you. 

It felt like your stomach had dropped to the floor when your name was said by one of the journalists. Even though you knew that what they’d say was false, you couldn’t look away. 

They basically recapped everything Tom and the TMZ article had said, but also mentioned that you had been talked about on other talk shows and gossip sites all night and day. 

Your mom gave you a sympathetic look, but you chose to ignore it all, rolling your eyes and continuing to try to figure out how to move on. 

Eventually you would have to leave the house and talk about it all, but today was necessary for self care and reflection.

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Forever and Always: Part 6

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to date, until someone got in between you two. After a year without seeing him, he pops up in your life again, and old feelings with him?Harsh words can never taken back, but can they be forgiven?

Chapter Summary: Christmas Eve/Day, New Year’s Eve

Word Count: 2,131 

Warnings: Things are gonna get super messy from here on out:)

A/N: Y/N/N stands for, Your nickname. Sorry for the delay, my brother came from Australia to visit for 3 weeks -he actually leaves today, so I’m not sure when I’ll see him next- and my older sister came from Florida for a few days. So we had a family reunion. Which is why I haven’t been working on F&A. Please leave some feed back, I love to know what you all are thinking. If you want me to tag you in this series feel free to let me know!

Christmas Eve

Back when you were in college you started a tradition where every Christmas Eve you would bake cookies for all of your close friends and family members.

Slowly that small tradition turned into something much bigger. You started baking cookies for your neighbors, co-workers, even your mail man Happy

His real name is Harold, you call him Happy because he always seems to be so happy whenever you see him.

At six-thirty you decide to start baking. Natasha went out with Clint to pick up some last minute things for tomorrow. You take advantage of having the place to yourself, playing your music at full volume. After gathering all the necessary ingredients and items you’ll need, you put on your favorite apron. It’s the one Bucky got you, as soon as he found out your love for baking he practically ran out of his house to get it for you. He told you that he thought the 1940′s style suited you. You weren’t quite sure what that meant, but you couldn’t deny how sweet the gesture was.

A while later you’re dancing around singing at the top of your lungs, using a spoon covered in cookie batter as your microphone. Which is probably why you didn’t notice Nat come home. Or when she called out your name.

“Did you start the Christmas Cookie festivities without me?” Nat manages to yell over the music. Her sudden appearance makes you jump.

“My gosh woman, maybe try a warning next time.” you place your hand over your heart, trying to calm yourself down after experiencing a near heart attack.

“Maybe try turning your music down next time, and I did. I called your name like three times." she sasses you back, placing a hand on her hip

“Oh... Sorry.”

“I can’t believe you would start baking without me.” ignoring your apology she makes her way towards the kitchen counter.

“I didn’t know when you would be home and I didn’t feel up to baking at 2-am.” which was true, but you also prefer baking alone. You can do it at your own pace and you don’t have to worry about the other person asking  you what to do. Plus it helps to calm your nerves.

“Well, I’m back now. Put me to work Y/N/N.” her red lips spread into an effortlessly beautiful smile. You baked a decent amount of the cookies already. You only have a few batches left to make. While Nat works on make more batter, you start decorating a few of the cooled cookies. 

After all of the cookies have cooled and been decorated Nat helps you assemble the cookie bags 

“I think we’ve outdone ourselves this year, Y/L/N.” Nat licks a bit of frosting off her index finger.

“I think you’re right, Romanoff.” You say with a smile

Christmas Day

You spend the day running from place to place, spending most of the morning with your family. Then meeting up with Bucky and Sam before going to Steve and Peggy’s place for a bit. Afterwards you stop by Wanda’s small apartment located directly above her jewelry store to drop off her present. You didn’t stay long, seeing as her brother is in town for the holidays and you didn’t want to be in the way of their time together. 

After a long day you’re happy to relax home, Nat spent the day with Clint and his family. You say hi to him briefly when he drops her off. 

“Are you ready for the real Christmas festivities to begin?” Nat says with a sly smile. You know she can only mean one thing.

“If you mean, Christmas pajamas, Eggnog, cookies, and binge watching cheesy Christmas Rom-Coms? Then of course I am!” You both let out an excited squeal. The two of you have had the same Christmas tradition for as long as you can remember. It has always been your favorite part of the whole holiday. 

“You get the food I’ll set up the movies.” Nat says a bit too excitedly

You spend the rest of your night happily watching movies and eating junk food while spending time with one of your best friends.  

  New Year’s Eve

You wake up slowly already regretting tonight. You have no reason to be anticipating the worst. You have no reason to. Yet for some reason you have it in your mind that something is going to get wrong.  

You told Nat, Wanda, and Peggy that you've been dreading this night since you agreed to it and have no idea why. Tonight isn’t meant to be making you stress so much. In fact, it’s meant to be quiet the opposite, nothing more than a fun night with your friends. The three of them agreed that you were just being paranoid and that you have no reason to be worrying. But somehow that only made you feel worse.

"What could possibly go wrong?" You think, trying to reassure yourself. Even though you know that is the last question you should be asking yourself. Because once you ask that, every possible thing that could go wrong, goes wrong.

You’ve spent the last few hours trying on different outfits only to rip them back off and throw them onto the mountain of clothes that is taking over your bed. You plop onto your it with a tired huff. 

If Nat were here she would help you pick an outfit no problem. But alas she’s not, she went out with Clint this morning and told you that she would meet you at the party later on.

The thought of canceling crosses your mind a couple of times, but is quickly replaced with the picture of Bucky smiling brightly at you when you first agreed to go that day in the coffee shop.

You sit up with an aggravated huff. Looking around your messy room you finally decide it’s not worth stressing over and grab a plain black dress from the top of the clothing pile on your bed.

After a quick shower, you get dressed and apply a bit of makeup. Once you’re ready you begrudgingly leave the comfort of your small New York apartment.

An hour later you find yourself sitting in your car outside of Bucky's apartment building. After giving yourself a bit of a prep talk you head inside, making your way for the small elevator.

Getting inside you press the small button that'll take you to his floor. You stand there watching the floor numbers getting higher and higher, your anxiety growing with each floor. When you finally reach his floor you slowly make your way towards his apartment.

Even though it's been over a year since you've been to his place you still know the building like the back of your hand.

You're about to turn down his hallway, but stop short when you hear loud footsteps thumping down the hallway. You turn around to see Sam with a crooked smile planted on his face.

"Hey Y/N!" you give Sam a knowing head nod and smile.Without missing a beat you fist bump as he walks up to you.

You exchange pleasantries before you continue on your way, walking together.

Without knocking Sam leads you inside Bucky's apartment. As soon as you step inside a wave of old forgotten memories and nostalgia washes over you. You're too busy looking around to notice Sam left your side to say hi to everyone in the living area.

You only seem to notice the loud music and all of your friends sitting around laughing when Clint calls you over. You smile to everyone before taking a seat on the couch next to Wanda.

As soon as you take your seat you notice someone missing from the group. Looking around you lean closer to Wanda.

"Where's Buck?" You whisper, the question being for Wanda's ears only. She doesn't answer you, only nodding towards the kitchen. You offer her a small smile before sneaking off.

Slowly you open the door to the kitchen to reveal Bucky working on some last minute preparations for tonight. He has always been a perfectionist when it comes to hosting a party, even when it's as small as it is today. Everything has to be perfect.

You don't want to ruin this moment by walking inside the kitchen, instead you chose to lean on the door frame, watching Bucky work intently.

"Hey." You say quietly, smiling at him. If your sudden presence scared him he doesn't show it. Instead he grins at you.

"Hey Y/N."

"What's so important that it demands your attention. While your friend are having fun without you in the other room." You ask walking over to him

"That's a secret." Bucky says with an easy smile and wink. Even though he's smiling you can always tell when something is bothering him.

"What's wrong Buck?" You ask him softly putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Nothing that you need to concern yourself with doll." He tries to give you a reassuring smile, but you can see the worry behind it.

"Is it your dad again?" For as long as you have known James Barnes his dad has had health issues. Whenever he falls ill Bucky has to take charge of the company, putting more stress on him than he already has.

Bucky has always been the type to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, no matter what he's going through. And if he was ever offered the world? He would refuse it.

He gives you another small smile -sad this time- and a weak nod.

Without another word you place your hand on his shoulder and offer him a small reassuring smile in return.

You're all out in the living room when a few more of Bucky’s friends arrive. You remember a few of them from previous parties and company events that Bucky invited you to.

"Hey Y/N, wanna get a refill with me?" Nat shakes the ice in her empty glass. She exchanges a strange look with Peggy and Wanda. Before you agree, even though your glass is still full.

"Haha, what's going on? You girls are making me nervous." You know you didn't have to add the last part, they can clearly tell you're concerned from how you’re acting.

"Y/N, Natasha and I have something to tell you." Peggy's words are gentle and slow.

"Go ahead Nat, tell her what you told me." Wanda puts her hand on Nat's.

"As you know, Bucky is in a relationship." She starts slowly.

"The other day -on our way to drop some things off here- Peg and I accidentally overheard a... strange conversation."

"It was a man and a woman. The man seemed to be frustrated about something, he even gave her a deadline." Peggy adds

"He said something about not getting the money fast enough, that whatever it is their planning, it shouldn't be taking this long." Nat looks at Peggy, hoping she'll fill you in on some of the blanks.

"From what we could understand, we assume that these people were lying and manipulating some poor soul for his money."

"Wait, what does this have to do with me and Bucky and his girlfriend?" The last part comes out just above a whisper, realizing what they’re trying to say.They must hear the worry in your voice, because they all step closer to you. Placing their hands on your shoulders.

“You don’t mean...” The next words don’t leave your mouth, you can’t bring yourself to say it. Luckily you don’t have to.

"We were going to just ignore what we overheard... that was before we heard the woman speak..." Nat stops, the words disappearing from her mouth. She can't seem bring herself to say the nasty part either.

"Y/N, It was Bucky's girlfriend." To your surprise it’s Wanda who speaks this time.

"We think she's using James for his money. We don't have any solid proof. But from their conversation her intentions seem pretty clear.” Peggy adds, you look into her bright brown eyes. You don’t miss the hint of pity or sadness in them, though you pretend you did. You look at your friends, the shock and fear evident on your face. You don’t bother hiding your emotions, you’re comfortable enough around them to be yourself.

“W-what?” Your voice comes out barely a whisper. You aren’t sure what to do, heck, you can barely process what they just told you. You can only think of one thing, of one person. I have to tell him. Plays over and over in you mind before you speak.

“I have to tell him, I have to tell Bucky.” this time your voice and eyes are full of determination.

Part 7

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Had Enough (ii)

Request : Gosh I love everything you write! 😍 Can I request a part 2 for Had Enough (Haz x Reader), only if you do sequels. It's your choice ofcourse... I loved the fic very much and actually all of your fics..! 😍😍😍

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The next few weeks had been witness to a strange turn of events. Harrison had become oddly silent with you and you couldn't remember the last time either of you had snapped at each other. Was this how it was going to be now?

Nothing had happened that day but it may as well have. Harrison was treating you like you were some kind of one night stand that he didn't want to be around.

"Hey (Y/n)!" Tom calls as you walk into their house, "Big day today!"

"Tell me about it," You sigh, "I've already had three calls from Sony and another from Marvel it's crazy!"

Today was the day Tom was doing some pre-interviews for the release of Far From Home, a highly anticipated film that he was immensely proud of and so wanted today to go perfectly.

"Alright, here," You hand him over an extensive handwritten list, "Is a list of everything you can't say,"

Tom laughs and scans across the writing, nodding and making a mental note at each one, "Absolutely nothing about Endgame?!"

"Their words not mine," You comment, raising your hands defensively.

You busy yourself with filling up a water bottle for Tom, knowing he would always complain about his parched state as the interviews went on.

"How many are there today?" Tom asks, leaning against the kitchen counter opposite you.

"They still haven't confirmed how many," Harrison pipes up as he walks in from the bedroom.

"Which usually means there's a lot," You scoff, stuffing some snacks for Tom into your bag as well - you were sure you treated him like a child sometimes but it was always within valid reason.

Harrison dismisses your comment completely, turning to Tom instead, "They said they'll contact me when they know anything more, shouldn't be bad,"

"I was joking," You mumble, horribly intimidated by his presence despite how much you'd changed before.

"Oh, shit, I need to call my Dad," Tom exclaims, pulling out his phone and hurrying out into the garden to call Dom.

The silence that settles between you and H is sickeningly different from that day in the bedroom.

He walks around behind you and reaches up to get a glass, opening the fridge to find himself a drink.

"Can you pass me that diet coke please?" You ask him politely, despite your lack of desire to actually have a drink - you wanted anything to start some conversation.

He ignores you completely but picks it up and sticks it out behind him for you to take.

"Thank-" You stop yourself as he stands back up and walks away to the other side of the kitchen.

He wouldn't even look at you.

"Harrison what's going on?" You sigh, setting down the can and looking at him like your eyss would force his to focus on you.

"We need to go," He states simply, walking back round to your side to reach for Tom's keys.

"Haz, stop!" You exclaim, holding his forearm to keep him from moving. Now, he was against the kitchen counter and you had cornered him, "Why are you acting like this?"

He looks down and you notice a smirk tickle his lips, "You don't get it do you?"

The look on your face gives him his answer.

"That day wasn't just a peace-making exercise for me. It wasn't a way for us to be civil and move on," He shakes his head and it's confusing you even more, "It's not as easy as that for me (Y/n)!"

The sound of the back door slamming shut breaks you from this tension, "Ready to go?" Tom asks before realising he'd probably just interrupted something he shouldn't have done.

"Yeah, let's go," Haz nods and shifts himself away from you, disappearing as he had been doing for the last weeks.

~~~

Tom's interviews were all going well and you and Harrison had sat in silence to watch all of them since it had started - not exchanging one word between the two of you.

"Alright we're going to go into the other room for a while Mr Holland," Someone unknown explains, "You two are welcome to stay here,"

Before either of you can retort, the team usher Tom out and the door closes behind them.

"Great," Harrison mutters all too audibly under his breath.

You glance at him and roll your eyes, "Come on, Osterfield," You encourage, taking a seat in the chair that the interviewers had been moving in and out of.

He looks at you with a deep frown, "What are you doing (Y/l/n)?"

"Sit down," You state simply, sitting back in the chair and clasping your hands together while you wait for him.

Reluctantly, Harrison stands up and makes his way over, flopping down into the chair that Tom had previously been in.

"Alright, you can ask the first question," You say, your heart beating a little faster.

"How are your parents?"

You look down at your feet, "It's not looking hopeful. I think my mum's realising she never really felt like she should've done for my dad, even at their best,"

Harrison takes a deep breath, "Your question,"

"Why didn't you come to dinner last night?" You wanted to start simply, ease into the interrogation.

"Because I wasn't feeling well," He clenches his jaw when he lies, "And I didn't want to spend the evening acting like things were normal,"

You cock a brow, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"My question," He retorts, "What did you think about that day Tom locked us together?"

"I hated it at first. And then I realised that there's a lot more to you than you want to people to know, it was a good day and it made me completely forget everything else," You pause, "And then you started treating me like a one-night-stand and cut things all together so I'm back to hating it,"

"I didn't treat you like that!" He snaps, "I would never,"

"Then what's this all been then?" You finally question, the lump in your throat making talking just a little too hard.

"That day, it was finally a chance for me to act like I want to around you. To understand you and how that crazy mind works and what makes your heart race and-" He stops himself, "And I've been acting like this because I know you don't feel the same,"

"Why would you think that?" You shuffle your chair a bit closer and he does too, your knees only inches from each other now.

"Because you're you. And you're driven and hard working and I'm just the guy that gives you a hard time for it. I'm the guy that got scared he could actually feel that way for a girl so got out of it the only way he knew how," Harrison admits and pushes himself close enough for his knees to bump against yours.

"You're the guy that infuriates me," You chuckle, leaning close to him and lifting his hand, "But you want to know what makes my heart beat a bit faster?" When you press his hand to your chest, you know he can feel the racing pressure of your heart beat.

He swallows the lump in his throat and you watch the way it jolts his Adam's apple.

"Who do you think I was talking about when I spoke to my mum?" Your voice is low now like it's something you dread having to admit - your block for vulnerability shattering before you.

Harrison's hand moves from your chest and in less than a second, he's pulling your face toward his to trap your lips in a kiss he'd been craving for far too long. It is sweet but with the pressure to tell you he really means it.

When you pull away, you didn't realise how breathless you would be - your chest rising and falling in time with his.

"I've had enough of pretending (Y/n)," His voice is low and his lips a little plumper from the contact - it makes your heart race even more.

~~~

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reverse-idol!jaemin | pt. 2

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can you do part2 of reverse idol jaemin pleaseee djabsnaja - @estrellajaemin

omg your reverse!idol with jaemin was so cute !! 😤💞 could you do a part two, please? - anon

Jaemin reverse idol! Part 2? - anon 2

Hi, hello~ I love-love-love your reversed idol au for Jaemin (my bby doesn’t have too many imagines...) and I was wondering if you could make a part like the others, if not then thank you anyways~! - anon 3

(part 1 found here!)

others: doyoung (part 2) | jaehyun (part 2) | haechan (part 2) | renjun | jisung

tbh jaemin never really saw you in person for a while since the school visit you did

he was all caught up on vlives and news info your group had from time to time

but there wasn’t much else going on other than music shows and the occasional appearance from you on the vlive itself

your members basically called you out saying you were shy and didn’t really like being on camera by yourself and everyone exploded because

wow you are a hardcore stage presence up there but backstage??? the fluffiest softest blushiest person who is stuttering a thanks to a staff member giving you a water bottle

the members caught that on film and now the whole world knows

or at least those who didn’t really know that much at least

but jaemin was like sEE!! I TOLD YOU THEY WERE SWEET AND CUTE AND FLUFFY!!!!! to everyone else

and he totally can’t forget that shy smile you showed him when seeing he was the most enthusiastic to see you... just you

he hasn’t actually seen you guys live since he’s a broke high school kid als;dnglksfng :(

he helps out his neighbors from time to time for some extra money though and usually buys some merch sometimes

has one of the first light sticks made and it’s even been signed by you guys on the handle of it since he bought it off one of his pals who wanted to trade for three of his photocards

he treasures this relic and absolutely adores it

he even notices that everyone’s signature has changed over time and there are certain things that are different

he even loves the little heart you never fail to doodle next to your name and it makes him so happy because wow you’re really cute

one of the loving fans who loves your shy side off stage along with your epic persona on stage

he gets a little upset inside when he finds that fans only see you as a cool and confident person and just that like he wants them to know that they only see the surface and what the company wants them to see?

screw you companies

but he adores your quiet side and your peeking into the cameras occasionally backstage

and the goofing off in front of the cameras with your members as if there is no camera in the first place

when comes the time where the managers wanted your group to be doing solo vlives, he knew that you were probably dreading that moment

and you were

because you wouldn’t have anyone to do the talking for you or to talk with you, or to just give the gif makers moments to gif by staring at the camera and making some faces or staring at the member with you

he wanted to see how’d you do and was prepared to spam hearts and comment a whole bunch of supportive comments

you can bet he tried to get so many of his followers and pals to signal boost his post telling everyone to support ‘his shy bb’

you didn’t know any of this until the day before your supposed vlive schedule was one of the members bringing up a bunch of posts about everyone loving you regardless of your shyness

granted there were those fans who didn’t even realize your shyness or were like ?soft stans just being soft stans where is the cute?

but regardless everyone was sending you support

which made you much more confident and ready to do your vlive

unlike the other members............. who all did their vlives in the dorms, on their bed, or in the practice rooms and walking around the building and being surrounded by familiar faces

this was when you were doing an errand for the group

you were completely fine with this until you realized that oops you had a vlive to do and this is probably why your manager insisted that you take the weird selfie stick with you

you were going to be doing a vlive in  p u b l i c oh golly you were NOT ready because not only were you out there by yourself but you’re just walking around talking to a phone on a stick that’s a foot or so away from you

okay, you weren’t going that far so someone has seen you around the area a bunch of times and you were only going a block away

so halfway to some shop for snacks you were fiddling around with the stick and the phone and you were seriously hesitating on pressing any of the buttons to start it up

because what if people look at you oh gOSH! YOU NEED SOMEONE WITH YOU!!! WHERE’S THE LEADER??? THEY KNOW WHAT TO DO THAT”S RIGHT THEY’RE STILL MAD AT YOU PHOTOBOMBING THEIR SELFIE SHOT FOR INSTAGRAM THAT MORNING OHHHHH SNAP

and that’s when you realize that you didn’t put the phone in properly and it might fall out if you don’t fix it

so you’re fiddling even more with the phone and stick and your shaky hands are being such a nuisance to you because the phone just 

will. not .go. in. its. place!!!!!

until somebody takes their hands over yours and guides them to put your phone into place properly

and you look up thinking it’s some creep but no??? it’s..... a cutie

who you recognize as the guy who was so happy to see you when you did your school visits and at first you’re like how is he here?

and you remember that in order to do the school visits you guys had to go to places nearby and at most you guys covered three high schools, two middle schools, and a kindergarten

so those schools aren’t really that far away, at most maybe an hour or two

and when he sees that you remember him he gets so excited and happy and starts to jump around a little bit like

!!!! HI!!! i know you and!!! you know me, right??

he’s just a happy kid and you let him do his thing because you don’t really know how to tell him to stop and plus

you don’t really want to?

he finally realizes that he’s still holding your hands and doesn’t pull away that quickly because he’s afraid of knocking the phone out and breaking it

but his touch lingers and you find that it’s warm and very...

comforting

he smiles and is like

‘my name is jaemin!! you’re my favorite!’ this sudden burst out makes you jump but it also makes your heart jump? not in shock or fear but like

it’s fluttering so wildly inside.........

and then he’s watching you and taking in your features like !!!IT’s reaLLy yOu!!!

but then he also realizes that you’re also setting up for your vlive and instead of being super jumpy and excited he just gets super calm and nice and he smiles warmly at you

and that smile being directed at you, just you, makes your cheeks warm and a small smile peek up on your own

now jaemin may look calm on the outside but listen he’s screaming

but he manages to keep his nerves on check and says ‘hey, no matter what, nobody with judge you for anything. nobody is always going to be watching. if they are, it’s because of your stunning radiance.’

and his words strike a powerful cord inside of you because he’s..... right there’s not a lot of people out here and even still nobody bats an eye that you’re carrying around a selfie stick still

before you say anything else, jaemin holds up his phone like ‘beSIDES THEY’LL BE WATCHING ME SO GO AHEAD AND DO WHATEVER, I’LL COVER FOR YOU’

and then he runs off and is prancing and jumping around like nonsense and now the very few people still out at the moment are all watching him look at his phone and jump and squeal and you’re about to laugh because

he’s super dorky looking and this is honestly so cute

you may or may nor have snapped a picture or two, just for later

and then you start your vlive

and you’re calm and confident and you deliver just enough to please the viewers and make your members and managers proud of you, but also still show your signature shyness and cute smiles

jaemin is now squealing because of you on the vlive instead of just randomly, but he was also squealing because of you earlier

and then you start talking about how you were going to pick up some snacks for the members and on the way you were having troubles starting it up because you were so shy

and you can see a certain comment from a certain someone, don’t ask, you just know

it’s telling you that you’re strong and beautiful and have all the support

and this leads to a whole bunch of other supportive comments and now you’re being flooded and it’s been maybe ten minutes into the cast

as you walk you talk about a ‘really nice person’ who helped you get the phone set up because you were having troubles

jaemin tries not to scream too loudly about it to his friends because in actuality, you said a ‘really nice friend’

and oh boy was this the beginning

[butsomeofusarelookingatthestars]

Classified: Part 12

Luke is still adjusting to life in the BAU when a familiar face from the past joins the team as their Communications Liaison. Last time he saw her they were in the Iraqi desert on a highly confidential mission. Some ghosts are meant to stay buried…

Masterlist (x)

Gosh I know you’ll all hate me, but I loved writing this chapter. It’s something brand new for me and all your lovely comments and feedback have meant the world. Please forgive me!

It was all a blur as the figures rushed into the room, shots cracking as they exchanged fire with the startled henchmen. You didn’t wait to witness Michael’s reaction, quickly rolling out of the way as you crouched behind the safety of stone wall.

Your heart leapt hopefully as your eyes fell upon the dark vests with the familiar white lettering emblazoned on them. FBI. It felt as if you were finally home.  

Omar was rushing away from the scene, acting like the coward he always had been. Your legs twitched as if to give chase, but you saw the blonde hair of JJ fly past as she tracked him down, Matt and Reid swiftly following in her footsteps. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you realised that they had this in hand.

They would get him.

Before you had the chance to enjoy your brief moment of reprieve, a heavy weight slammed into your head. Clearly, Michael wasn’t ready to give up without a fight. But, with the arrival of your colleagues a fire of defiance had ignited inside of you.

A loud grunt ripped through Michael’s throat as you spun around to land a well-aimed punch to his face. He doubled-over in agony clutching his ribs as you managed to knock him the floor. But, a deafening bang caught your attention, temporarily distracting you from Michael.

Prentiss had only just missed a bullet, the shot grazing her arm as she leapt behind one of the walls.

The breath hitched in your throat as you saw her quickly recover her composure, readjusting her aim as she fired in retaliation. The narrow escape made you realise just how much danger your friends were in…thanks to you.

A scream of agony ripped from your lips as you were suddenly sent crashing to the floor. The sneering face of Michael greeted you as he loomed menacingly over your broken body. Everyone else was too preoccupied fighting their own battles to notice what was going on. Terror flooded through you as you realised the gun barrel pointed at your head.

“I’ve waited a long time for this you-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his insult, the bang echoing through the air as a bullet flew into his forearm. You flinched as his gun clattered on the floor next to you, bodies hurtling past as Luke tossed him angrily against the stone wall.

“Greenwood, it was you along.” Luke snarled furiously, launching a powerful punch into Michael’s face as the traitor tried to squirm free from his grasp. “You betrayed us.”

A snicker escaped Michael’s lips as he glanced over at your injured form, his eyes darkening menacingly as he examined you clutching your side in pain. You froze in horror as Luke’s gaze followed them, his brown eyes unreadable as they fell upon your bloodied and beaten body.

“She put up a good fight, didn’t you Y/N?” Michael mocked cruelly, his eyes drifting towards your exposed skin and a smirk creeping onto his lips.

You spluttered violently as you attempted to snap a retort back, the smug grin on his face and the sinister hunger in his eyes making you feel physical revulsion. However, the feeble effort only made him laugh harder.

“It’s a shame you didn’t last longer. I would have liked to-”

The rest of his words were lost as Luke’s outrage spilled out into punches, the cracking of his knuckles against Michael’s bones causing you to grimace. The fury in Luke’s expression was truly terrifying. You had never seen him like this, not in all the years you had known each other.

But, it was as if he were a man possessed as he continued to pummel Michael against the wall…and you couldn’t stand it.

“Luke…” You croaked, your voice straining under the pressure. But, he didn’t hear you. He was too far gone. “Luke, please…” You coughed, wheezing slightly as an agonising burn shot through your ribs. “Don’t do this…”

Perhaps it was the pleading tone of your voice or the fact that his hands were bleeding with exertion, but either way Luke halted his punches. He tensed under your touch as you rested a hand on his forearm, gently urging him away from the collapsed traitor.

“Let him go. He’s not worth it.” You murmured softly, your heart thundering nervously as the familiar warmth of Luke’s brown eyes locked with your own. “This isn’t you.”

An almost peaceful silence filled the atmosphere as the rest of the world faded away. In that moment, it was only you and Luke. You had to say it.

“Luke I-”

However, the long-awaited words were suddenly interrupted by a deafening bang echoing through the air.

A gasp fell from your lips as your hands drifted down to your stomach, a confused frown spreading across your face as you felt the sticky substance seeping out. Your vision blurred as you lifted your hands, the crimson liquid coating your fingers causing you to groan in confusion.

“Y/N?”

The panicked tone of Luke’s voice sent a shiver of horror through your body. Never had you heard him sound so terrified. Not during all those nerve-wracking moments in Iraq, not even when you had been facing down a bomb together. He had always been the strong one. A source of strength and guidance.

To see him broken was unbearable.

“Luke...” You whispered, stunned by the paralysing sensation beginning to creep up your spine. “I-”

But, your words faded from your lips as you tumbled forwards into Luke’s arms, all the strength evaporating from your body as the shock consumed you entirely. A freezing cold engulfed the air as your breath came in ragged breaths, your hand shaking as Luke’s gripped yours protectively.

It was almost as if he thought he could force you to cling onto life, his fingers tightly entwined with yours as his terror-filled eyes gazed at the pool of blood seeping across the floor.

You didn’t even hear his piercing scream as he shrieked for help. Nor could you see Michael’s smug smirk as Prentiss and Tara wrestled him to the floor, the offending gun flying from his hands. All you could manage was to lock Luke’s brown eyes with yours, struggling to raise a hand to gently caress his face.

“Luke, I…” Blood trickled from the corner of your mouth as you spluttered on your own breath. “You…”

He shushed you gently, shaking his head as his free hand attempted to staunch the heavy bleeding from your abdomen. But, it was hopeless. A strangled sob escaped your lips as you glanced down at Luke’s crimson-stained hands.

“It’s okay.” His soft murmur more like a prayer than a reassurance. “You’re going to be okay.”

But, his own eyes betrayed the truth. The terror glistening inside their usual warm brown depths filling you with dread. It was bad.

“Welcome to the Sandbox Agent Y/L/N.” “You aren’t what I was expecting.” “Do you have a thing for the new girl…newbie?” “Ranger up Alvez.” “Luke, I can do this.” “I can help others.” “You survived. You’re here.” “Y/N, you could have been killed.” “I need to speak to you.”

All of the military tents, tanks, weapons and horrifically imposing compound walls couldn’t detract from the unique beauty of the desert landscape. The sky glittered with glorious beams of red, orange and yellow as the sun set behind the sandy hills.

He didn’t say a word as he stood silently beside you, only slowly lifting his hand to trace the outline of your lips. His eyes shone with intensity as you eagerly leant into his touch.

“You’ve always been like that.” “Like what?” “Hopeful.”

Luke shook his head firmly, his eyes stinging painfully as tears began to blur his vision. The memories were too much. They couldn’t be all he had left of you.

“Y/N… please don’t leave me.” He choked out, his voice breaking as his eyes locked with yours in a silent plea. “Not now.”

His fell silent as an agonised splutter ripped through your throat, his hand reaching up to tenderly cup your cheek.

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

You desperately wanted to reply to his confession, to scream that you felt the same. But, the words couldn’t escape your lips, the world fading to black as your eyes finally fluttered shut.

Luke couldn’t hear anything. There was an eerie silence engulfing the air as he held his head in his hands, the crimson blood staining his skin as the sirens blared noisily, their lights illuminating the dark night sky.

Everything was out of focus. Nothing made sense. Nothing could make sense…not without you.

“Luke.”

Prentiss’ firm voice somehow managed to reach him through his daze. Perhaps a part of him had tricked himself into believing it was you calling out for him. Either way, he felt his body collapse under her comforting touch as she laid a gentle hand on his arm.

He could barely hear her soothing words. The only thing he knew was the terrible truth.

“I’ve lost her.”

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[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

The Way I Do: Chapter 1

Summary: You, Natalia, Pietro, and Wanda accompany high chief Nick Fritigern and a few other leaders (including your father) to the Roman capital of Byzantium to ask for asylum from their Emperor, Augustus Pierce. You explore the city, but run into trouble almost immediately only to be saved by a mysterious man. Warnings: None as of yet Word Count: ~4,232 A/N: For @killmongerdreams‘ song roulette writing challenge.

Masterlist // Prologue // Next Chapter

Chief Nick nodded. “Well put. See to it you study well. It may save your life. You’ll need to be able to pass this information on to others as well. I won’t have us walking into the Roman empire blind.”

At this, all three of you nodded in agreement. “We will, sir.” Even Pietro nodded diligently.

“Good. The delegation leaves for Byzantium in three days. And you’re all coming with me.”

Wanda blanched and even Pietro looked a little taken aback, though he recovered quickly. Natalia looked grave and you… you felt anxiety and anger course through your veins in equal measure.

“As you say, sir.”

The next two days saw you, Pietro, and Wanda cooped up in your house being tutored mercilessly by Natalia. You knew a little of Roman culture, and what you did know didn’t endear them to you in the least. As it turned out, learning about their society didn’t really paint them in a better light in your eyes. They were still as despicable as before, except now you knew the many layers of despicable.

The third day was spent packing, although Natalia still somehow found room to school the three of you on marriage customs.

“Cum manu,” Natalia said, popping into the doorway of your room. You jumped at her sudden appearance and turned to glare at her, but she only stared at you expectantly.

You sighed. “When the wife is placed under legal control of the husband in marriage.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Sine manu?”

You crossed your arms and stared at her. “When the wife is still under legal control of her father even after marriage.”

She shot you a satisfied smile and scampered away, likely going to grill Wanda or Pietro next.

You didn’t see her again until all of your things were loaded on the wagon and you’d already finished putting the cart harness on your horse.

“Plebeians!” she said, head popping up over your horse’s back. You jumped and so did your horse and you glared at the redhead.

“Stop doing that!” you chastised. “You’re going to give Holden a heart attack. He’s too old for your shenanigans.”

Natalia looked contrite and patted the old horse affectionately. “Sorry, old boy. I didn’t mean it,” she said fondly as she picked at the knots in his mane.

You rolled your eyes at her fussing. “Plebeians are people who live in the Roman Empire but don’t have citizenship. By Roman legal perspective, they don’t exist. They have no rights. To work, they must sign away their lives and everything they own would henceforth be owned by the family that signed them.”

Natalia nodded, giving you a smile before she scampered off again.

“We’re leaving soon, you know! Have you even packed yet?” you called after her.

She merely waved off your concerns and you sighed in exasperation. To your dismay you saw that she’d managed to weave at least five braids into his mane in the short amount of time she’d been standing there. You groaned and set to work on undoing them before they became dreads.

The loud whinny from Holden clued you into the approaching person before the sound of hooves did. You looked up from your bag, head swiveling in search of the newcomer.

You grinned when you spotted Clinton turn down the road, his old plow horse Darius following dutifully behind him. That horse loved him so much he didn’t even need a lead.

The moment Darius heard Holden’s cry, he returned it, earning a chuckle from Clinton. “Go get him, then,” Clinton said, waving the old gelding on. He immediately trotted over to the two of you, and Holden met him halfway.

You smiled at Clinton as he walked over, chuckling as the two old men immediately began grooming each other. “It’s like they never see each other,” you said by way of greeting.

“It’s been at least a week,” Clinton joked, earning a soft chuckle from you. “I trust Natalia’s been teaching you about Roman culture?” he asked, just a hint of his fatherly tone sneaking in. Having a wife and kids had really changed him and you sometimes felt like you were one of his own kids, although you were certainly too old to be one.

You sighed and nodded. “She’s taught us everything but the language. We’re to learn as much as we can on the way over.”

Clinton nodded knowingly. “She was always better with Latin than I was. Dunno where she learned all of it. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Natalia’s always been a quick study. Absorbs information like a sponge.”

You glanced at him. You’d forgotten he’d fought in the war, too. Natalia had this dangerous air about her that never really allowed you to forget she could snap your neck in an instant, but Clinton was unassuming in that he only appeared to be a happily married father of three.

It was sometimes easy to forget that he could shoot you in the eye from a hundred yards or more.

“Wanda reminds me a lot of her. She’s grown up to be such a nice, intelligent young woman,” you said with a smile.

Clinton, however, groaned. “Oh please don’t tell me Fritigern’s dragging the twins along.”

You laughed out loud, having nearly forgotten about the playfully antagonistic relationship between Clinton and Pietro. “Oh, they’re coming with us, all right.”

As if on cue, Pietro appeared beside you. “Grandpa Clinton! Nice to see your old joints let you out of bed today,” he said mischievously, devilish grin on his face.

You stifled a chuckle behind your hand. When Clinton put on a matching smirk, you knew you were in for more than you’d bargained for. “It was a little tough to get out of bed today, actually. My wife always gives me very enthusiastic, amorous goodbyes,” he said suggestively.

“Oh gosh!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands over your ears. You didn’t need to hear this. Not from your brothers.

“What are you talking about? I loved many women last night and I’m just fine,” Pietro said with a smirk. “Seems like you’re just getting old, Clint.”

Clinton, however, only smiled victoriously. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that lovemaking isn’t a race, Piet? No wonder none of the women in town want to marry you.”

Pietro opened his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. “Please, please, please stop this conversation right now. I can’t take it,” you said despairingly. No matter how hard you mashed your hands to your ears, you heard their words anyway.

Clint and Pietro took one look at your face and dissolved into laughter. You glared at the both of them and smacked them on their forearms. They kept laughing, however, and a moment or so later you joined them.

Natalia and Wanda joined you a few minutes later, closely followed by Chief Nick Fritigern, your father, and two other village leaders.

Not fifteen minutes later you were on the road. Clint drove the carriage while you, Pietro, Natalia, and Wanda studied in the back, smashed in with all of the luggage and food. The chief and the other leaders rode on their best horses, Fritigern up front and center.

The trip to Byzantium took days and by the time you arrived in the capital you fiercely missed sleeping indoors. The river crossing had been particularly grueling, but all of you, your horses, and your equipment made it through it unscathed. The countryside passed slowly and you only stopped for a short while in each village you passed. The locals were surprised to see “barbarians” down this far southeast, but seemed eager to trade with you anyway. The kids (especially the young boys) seemed enamored by your group. You supposed they’d probably never seen your clan’s clothing before. You probably looked as strangely dressed to them as they did to you.

The closer to the sea you traveled the warmer it got and you eventually found yourself shrugging out of your furs. It felt wrong to be without that layer, yet it was freeing in a way.

When the capital finally rolled into sight, you couldn’t help but stare. Even from this far away, the buildings looked huge. They were red clay and brick and stone and looked far larger than anything your tribe had ever built. Wanda and Pietro stared at it, heads peeking around Clinton who merely chuckled at their star-struck expressions. The road sloped gently downward towards the city and from this high up you had a stunning view of the sea which glimmered like many-faceted jewels in the sunlight.

You turned to Natalia and pointed to the sprawling city barely a mile down the road. “That... that’s Byzantium?” you said, hardly daring to believe your eyes. Surely thousands of people lived there. How did humans ever create such a marvel?

Natalia smiled and nodded with a chuckle. “Rome is just as beautiful. Perhaps we can visit there later, if all goes according to plan today?” she said, mischief sparking in her eyes.

You turned to stare at the city, eyes wide with childlike wonderment. “I can’t even imagine another city like this... It’s amazing that there’s even one...” you whispered. Beside you, Wanda nodded in agreement. Even Pietro nodded for a moment before he remembered he was supposed to hate the place. He tried to scowl determinedly, but it kept slipping off his face when he saw something new and interesting as you neared the city gates. Natalia stifled a laugh in her palm at his rapidly changing facial expressions and even you had to tear your eyes away from the quickly increasing number of buildings to smile at him.

Eventually the tall city gates loomed in front of you. A couple of city guards glared at you from under their heavy, feathered helmets. One stepped forward, though he nearly stumbled over his own two feet. If you weren’t mistaken, he was drunk.

“What’s your business in Byzantium, barbarians?” he slurred, sneering down his nose at you.

Just like that, the magic of the city faded, ruined by one bigoted idiot.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Nick spoke perfect Latin, but you still couldn’t help an eyebrow raise when he responded politely, valiantly ignoring the guard’s frankly offensive demeanor. “I’m Nicholas Fritigern of the Thervingi tribe of the Dniester River. We’re here to petition your Emperor. We’ve brought gifts for his majesty in the hopes that he’ll hear our pleas.”

Even though Nick sounded nothing but cordial and humble, you and everyone else from your tribe knew he was swearing in his head. Bending to another ruler, even in words, pained him greatly.

The guard scoffed. “Let’s see it, then. These ‘gifts’,” he said. It was clear he thought anything you offered wouldn’t be worthy of his Emperor.

He moved to walk towards the cart, but Nick’s hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. He narrowed his good eye at the guard and the man visibly paled. “My gifts are not for ordinary men’s eyes, soldier. Would you truly belittle your Emperor by claiming yourself as worthy as he? Are you that audacious?” he asked challengingly.

The soldier gazed up at him, slack-jawed. Nick raised an eyebrow expectantly and the man quickly shook his head so violently his helm would have come flying off if not for the chin strap.

Nick smiled (it was a predatory thing that would have frightened the man if he’d been more cognizant). “Good. Now, if you’d be so kind as to open the gates?” Fritigern said, finally releasing the man’s shoulder.

He nodded furiously and scrambled back to the gate. “Open it up! They’re clear!” he called to the men on the ramparts. One startled awake and looked around for the danger, only to let out a sigh when he realized it was his fellow guard making a nuisance of himself. They leaned over the wall, stared at their fellow guard, then at your group. They shrugged and, a second later, began turning the great wheel that controlled the metal gate. It rose slowly and after a moment Nick urged his horse onward, the rest of you following closely behind him. As you passed below the great archway, your awe from earlier returned tenfold. People bustled about on stone streets. The buildings had two floors and some had roofs and ceilings so high you had to crane your neck to see the top. Back home, your largest most opulent buildings were your churches and even then they couldn’t hold a candle to even the most basic building here. People stared at you as you passed and you knew enough Latin by now to recognize that most of what they said was not complementary. Eventually your party came to a stop in a market row.

Nick pulled his horse around and Clinton and Natalia immediately looked to him, awaiting instruction.

“Natalia, Clinton, the other leaders, and I will go the palace. I don’t know if Emperor Pierce will be willing to talk today, but I’d like to spend as little time here as possible, so we’re starting immediately. While we’re gone, I want you three-” he pointed to you, Wanda, and Pietro, “-to run the stall. Trade what you can... but do your best to collect information, too. Play the stupid barbarian card. They’ll tell you everything. People like to talk when they think they’re smarter than you,” he said. 

“Is that why you never stop talking, chief?” Natalia asked playfully.

You, Wanda, and Pietro clammed up at the jab, but Clinton was biting back a laugh. You would never talk to the chief like that, but Natalia was a special case. She was practically raised by the man.

Nick rolled his eyes as he hopped off his horse and handed Wanda the lead. “Let’s go, Romanova. You too, Barton. We have things to do.”

Natalia and Clinton hopped off the cart and you dug through the bag in the back until you found the one with the gifts for the Emperor. You hefted it over the side to Clinton’s waiting arms. He never ceased to amaze you as he shrugged it over his shoulder with ease.

“Good luck,” you told them all with a small smile, earning a smile from Natalia and Clinton and a scoff from Nick.

“You don’t need luck, (Y/N). You have me,” he said with a smirk before turning and walking towards the palace, which stood above the other buildings in both height and opulence at the top of the hill by the sea.

“Stay safe!” Natasha said with a smile before turning and jogging to catch up to Nick.

Clinton was walking away, but kept turning around to yell reminders at you. “Watch out for pickpockets! Don’t fall for scams! Oh, and stick together! Don’t get captured by slavers, we don’t have the money to buy you back!” he joked, though you knew there was a vein of seriousness in that warning.

You rolled your eyes. “Go, Clinton! Or you’re going to be left behind!” you yelled, smile on your lips.

The moment they were out of sight you turned to the twins, excited expression on your face. “I’m going exploring! Stay here, don’t get kidnapped or murdered, all right?” you said as you jumped out of the cart, startling a few citizens that had stopped to stare at the oddities in their marketplace.

“Wait, I wanted to explore! (Y/N)!” Pietro called after you, frown on his face. Wanda didn’t say anything, but you could tell she wanted to, too.

“Too slow for once, Pietro! I won’t be long, though! Make sure you tie the horses up correctly, or we’ll have to walk home!” you said cheerily over your shoulder before you disappeared around the corner.

Everywhere you went you attracted stares in your odd clothes, but you paid them almost no mind. There were statues everywhere. The stonework on buildings was so intricate you were sure you could stare at it for an hour and still find something new about it by the sixtieth minute. The streets were wide, allowing carts to pass each other with ease. There were so many people you could hardly comprehend it. How did they all live like this, packed together like peas in a pod? You supposed that it wouldn’t be that difficult if the food was brought to you.

But how did these people even get the money to buy their food? Did they make things? Create art? You supposed a lot of them had to be fishermen, judging by the copious amount of boats in the harbor.

You’d never been on a boat before and quickly added it to the list of things you wanted to do while you were here.

You rounded the corner with a huge smile, only for it to slip off your face at the sight before you.

People of all color, shapes, sex, and sizes stood on top of a raised platform, their bodies weighed down by chains. The expressions in their faces ranged from fearful to resigned to absolutely empty. They were all naked as the day they were born, greased up to make them look even more appealing to potential buyers.

You’d walked into the slave market. You watch in horror as a young boy- no older than 18- was brought forward. The slave auctioneer showed him off almost like was a prized cattle and you fought the urge to vomit.

How had you been blinded by stone and artwork? This empire of lies was where Fritigern sought aid? This place, where they sold people like pieces of meat?

You turned to run back the way you’d come, but ran smack into a wall.

You stumbled backward a step or two with a yelp, hand flying up to rub your nose and forehead tenderly. You looked up at what you’d run into, only to freeze.

Not a wall, a man.

One with a sword and dangerous, dark dead eyes that held no light.

“My my, what have we here? A little barbarian girl, all alone? Isn’t that a shame,” he murmured dangerously, taking a predatory step towards you that had you scrambling backwards. The two men next to him grinned wickedly and you suddenly knew you were in trouble.

Why hadn’t you just listened to Clinton? You should have stayed with Wanda and Pietro. Going off into a city alone was stupid. These weren’t your people. They couldn’t be trusted.

“What do you say, sweet thing? Would you like to make me a very rich man?” he asked silkily, taking another step towards you that nearly had you letting out a squeak of fear. It all became clear in an instant: This man was a slaver.

“Away!” you hissed, wishing you’d learned more Latin.

There man raised an eyebrow and the grin turned feral. “Oh, and she speaks Latin, too! Someone will pay a hefty price for a bitch like that!” He lunged for you but you’d already turned on your heel and ran. You didn’t know where you were headed, but as far as you were concerned, the only thing that mattered was putting as much distance between you and the slaver as possible.

You heard the man and his two fiendish friends running after you. “No, you idiots! This one’s mine! I love the chase!” he yelled, causing a shiver to run down your spine and your feet to pick up speed.

You tried to weave in and out of people, but you simply weren’t used to the sheer weight of this many people pressing down around you. The only thing you had going for you was that he was much larger and therefore had slightly more difficulty pushing through the crowds.

You turned a corner onto a less busy street and ran down at it, only to run face-first into a person for the second time that day. Two strong hands caught your arms, preventing you from falling straight down onto your butt.

“Whoa there, slow down! What’s the rush?” came a deep masculine voice.

You looked up and felt your breath leave you in a whoosh. Gorgeous blue-grey eyes stared down at you, and you could just barely see a glimmer of white teeth behind a sinfully attractive crooked smile.

“There you are,” came a slimy voice from behind you, snapping you out of your sudden daze.

You squeaked and hid behind the man, chest heaving as your pulse raced. “Please, help. He want hurt me,” you whispered in broken Latin, clutching at the back of the man’s shirt. He glanced over his shoulder at you, expression unreadable for a moment before he turned to glare at the other man who was stalking towards you, hardly sparing the man in front of you a glance.

“That’s far enough, cretin,” your savior said, voice low and threatening.

The man’s head swiveled, gaze locking onto the man, the smile faltering for only a moment. “My name’s Rumlow. Maybe you’ve heard of me? I saw her first. She’s mine,” he said, causing another shiver to run down your spine.

“Leave now, slaver. This is your last warning,” the man said, tone calm and collected but with a promise of danger that scared you nearly as much as the other man did.

“Oh yeah? And who are you to boss me around like that, sir? She’s not a citizen. She has no rights. The gothi are fair game!” he argued.

The man closed the distance between them and, though you couldn’t see his face, he must have looked absolutely murderous because Rumlow froze in his tracks, eyes widening in fear.

The man only placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, whispering so quietly in his ear that you had no hope of hearing his words.

Rumlow’s face fell and he sunk in such a low bow his nose practically brushed the street. “Sorry, sir! My mistake! I’ll leave at once! I beg your pardon!” he sputtered. You watched in shock as the man sprinted away and around the corner, not even chancing a glance over his shoulder.

You stared at the man as he slowly turned around, face impassive. The warmth that you’d seen at the beginning of your encounter had vanished.

“Th-thank you,” you murmured shyly in halting Latin, not quite sure where to begin on how to thank someone for saving you from slavery.

“Did you come here alone, Visigothi?” he asked, tone cold.

You frowned and straightened your back, suddenly on edge. “No... friends, family. Here. What ‘Visigothi’?” you said, racking your brain in attempt to communicate in his tongue.

He turned his back on you and began to walk away. “You are Visigothi, Visigothi. Go back to your people before Byzantium swallows you whole, barbarian.”

You frowned and, before you knew what you were doing, you lunged forward and grabbed his hand, tugging him to a halt.

He froze, staring over his shoulder at you. You didn’t know what had urged you to stop him, but something in you refused to let him go. Something about him drew you to him like a moth to the flame.

“Want thank you. What name?” you asked hesitantly, eyes wide and beseeching. 

You weren’t sure if you imagined it or not, but it seemed like his eyes softened just a bit and he turned to face you. “You don’t need to thank me... and my name is James,” he said, lip tilting up just a fraction at the corner.

You smiled widely at him, happy to see even a tiny chip in his ice cold armor. You weren’t sure what had brought it on, but after seeing what he could be like, you hated this iciness with a passion. “Thank you, James. Saved me. Owe you,” you said with a sincere smile.

Your breath hitched when he took a step forward and raised his hand as though to cup your cheek. You stared up into those endless blue eyes and felt your heart beat hard in your chest. Yes, you thought. Just a little bit closer and-

But then his hand froze just inches from your face and curled into a fist which promptly dropped to his side, the warm look in his eyes vanishing in an instant, only to be replaced by stone cold indifference. He tugged his hand from yours and your heart nearly broke when he turned and walked away. “Go home, Visigothi... and don’t come back.”

You wanted to run after him, but your feet refused to move. Your legs felt like jelly after running all over town (and likely because of James) and even standing was a struggle. You watched him until he made it to the corner, eyes widening in surprise when he looked back at you. His expression was hard to read from this distance, but you thought you might have seen sorrow or regret there. But then he turned and walked away, leaving you an emotional wreck in his wake.

You wanted to curl into a ball and cry, but the fear of being discovered by Rumlow- without James to protect you this time- spurned your tired feet forward and, using the palace and waterfront as guidance points, you worked your way back towards Wanda and Pietro.

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[saey-bae]

hc: rfa with tone deaf!mc

here's to all the mcs who can't sing,, 💜 :')

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Yoosung:

yoosung loveslovesloves you,, don’t get him wrong,,,,, you’re so talented and amazing and wonderful

just.....not when it comes to singing

you’re kind of pretty off key for most songs

the only thing he can really listen to you sing is maybe twinkle twinkle little star. maybe.

still, he doesn’t say a word about your singing because you absolutely love singing and he doesn’t want to be the bearer of bad news

“just grin and bear it, mate. it’ll be over soon” idk how much more of this i can take tho

it’s when you decide to try out for the university choir that yoosung starts getting nervous 

oh god,, you can’t sing to save your life,, 

what if people make fun of you?? he doesn’t think he can handle people making fun of you ;A;

“mc, i love you and you’re wonderful, but i only want you singing for me~”

“aw,, baby, i’ll always sing for you, but i reallyreally want to try this out i think i can do it”

you don’t make it is it a surprise, really?

much depressed. so sadness.

he comforts you by making you breakfast in bed and tries to be extra sweet and gentle with you for the rest of the week bc honestly gosh you did try really hard and that earned you brownie points

also makes you brownies 

and he still has to listening to your bad singing,, but he’ll do it with a smile bc he loves you

Zen:

he tries to teach you how to sing

he's been trying to teach you for a while now, actually, though there's been no progress so far....... 

listen,, you've got a good sound, a good vibe going on

you just don't understand the concept of notes, rhythm, or tempo aha

ok maybe you need a lot of polishing but he's too sweet to say anything about the three key changes that you decided to add in, the terrible falsetto, and the... well, that bit right there

however, he's so, so patient with you and he's always there to comfort you when you have a lapse in confidence

it's when he's practicing for one of his musicals that he catches you with one of his scores 

and you're rapping his lines it’s totally not hamilton, your voice no longer soft and sweet, but hard and edgy and your rhythm is perfect and jlvrfbjrfvbjfrcbjfcr

you're spitting fire

and --no pun intended-- that's so hot ??? 

it's then that he realizes you might not be able to sing bc the weird tied notes and dotted quarter notes and difficult rhythms in slow music are messing you up

maybe he can teach you with pop or rock music or something with a definitive beat !!

he's very excited for your next lesson to come bc he knows his jagiya’s going to be i n c r e d i b l e

Jaehee:

this babe is so so so supportive of you, you don’t understand

you were the one who helped her turn her dream into a reality-- you’re her biggest cheerleader, so it would only be right for her to be your biggest cheerleader

it just so happened that you liked singing and you’ve been harbouring the dream of becoming a singer someday since you were a child

ok great,, that’s great !! that is, until she realizes you can’t sing

but even after knowing that, she continues to encourage you bc she loves you

that only prompts you to sing all the time

even when you’re in public

darling, people are staring pls put down the loaf of bread you’re crooning to and let’s move on we need to go pick up some vegetables

she loves how you’ve grown more confident under her praise, even if your singing isn’t great bc she can see how happy you are and you’ve improved. kind of. a little teensy bit.

still, there are days when even she can’t bear the offkey singing

especially in small enclosed spaces, like the car, where your voice seems to bounce everywhere

so she’ll turn up the stereo and drown you out a little

you’ll match the volume

she’ll sing along with you and drown you out

and hopefully you won’t notice

you do, though, and you smile her way bc, although you haven’t said anything, you know you’re not a great singer 

and you love her all the more for being so loving and encouraging

Jumin:

this man will hire vocal teachers for you  

like...........the best of the best-- even the professionals, if that’s who you need to help you

he will buy the nicest mic and headphone set for you, and he’ll commission someone to write music for you personally

he’ll even buy a recording studio he’s already bought actually. you’re welcome.

if your teachers even make slight mention that you have no vocal talent whatsoever.....

“how dare you claim that my wife has no talent? i believe it is you who is incapable of teaching. you are dismissed” 

you know that saying “love is deaf, dumb, blind, and stupid”  ?? well jumin is especially deaf

this man will ask you to sing for him on a regular basis and actually enjoy it bc of your effort

and well,, bc it’s you and he adores you

if the rfa goes for karaoke, well,,, good luck guys you’re gonna need it bc he will insist that you sing just one more song, kitten, please?

the only time karaoke is bearable is when jumin sings along with you bc, let’s be real, this man can sing

and as much as zen hates jumin, he will absolutely go bonkers if he has to hear you screech my heart will go on once more 

so, like the rest of the rfa, he’ll plead for jumin to sing

and right before you start, seven lowkey messes with the mics so jumin’s is just slightly significantly louder than yours

you notice your mic must be broken and juju’s a sweetheart, so he offers to switch

hnnnnnnnnnnng karaoke is always a painful experience with you

Seven:

are you kidding this boi can’t sing either

but hey,, just like you-- he has no s h a m e in singing loudly and proudly, even with his terrible voice

the rfa dreads car rides with the two of you,,,, honestly 

if they didn’t have to take car rides with you, they would so avoid it, but it was much more convenient to take rides together to meetings

still.........

you’re screeching out holding out for a hero at the top of your lungs and it’s a rendition that makes yoosung want to tear his hair out 

you have to be very good at being a bad singer to sing so terribly

seven only tops you because, in addition to that horrific voice of his, he’s singing this while he’s in drag-- in other words, he’s wearing his fairy godmother costume that he so happened to bring with him 

jaehee’s staring up at the ceiling, willing for the time to go faster because please she can’t take anymore of this 

but you and seven? 

the two of you are grinning at each other while you sing, fully aware of the agony surrounding you 

and you’re enjoying it bc you little memes are Chaotic Neutrals and you two live off of their suffering

when the music finally ends, the other members of the rfa are breathing sighs of relief

that’s until seven leans over to fiddle with the stereo and changes the song to friday it’s a tuesday?? and hooooooboy

it is a long, long ride indeed

[askmyboys]

Kevin Waters Ward

| Name: Kevin Waters Ward (a very UNFORTUNATE name oof)

| Nicknames: Floatie/Rot/Rottie (he likes those nicknames a lot even tho there aren’t even related to his real name like at ALL)

| Gender: He/Him and It/It’s

| Age: N/A

| Height: 5’0”

| Species/Race Drowned (Zombie)

| Eye Color: Turquoise (there’s a glow from his mouth that’s also turquoise)

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (his hair is pretty gross honestly, it’s matted and weirdly slimy, its just- super gross (his hair is long as well because he doesn’t… really know how to cut it)

| Skin Color/Body Type: Ocean Blue and his body type is average really not too chubby or too skinny

| Appearance: Let’s start off with his outfit, his main outfit and only one is the typical ones Drowned’s wear, after all it's simple and honestly the best thing considering they have to stay in water, it’s the ripped and tattered brown shirt and pants, he wishes he could wear other types of clothing honestly, he also wishes he could come out of the water just in general, sure, there’s nighttime or rainy weather but still, he doesn’t wanna just HAVE to go back to the water- either way, he has pointed ears, he has normal teeth surprisingly ...except for of course his fangs, he has claws as well, and before I forget he has a circle beard as well, he has parts of his rib showing, some of his cheek has been torn off exposing a bit of his jaw/teeth, he’s got some bone showing as well on his arms and legs, his joints have also seemingly been stitched together by someone… He also has a few stitches on his fingers as well.

| Personality: Given his mob’s nature naturally people and others are terrified of him, and he honestly wishes it could be different, he’s got a LOT of curiosity to him especially when it comes to humans, humans fascinate him honestly… He’s also a bit childlike as well, he can’t speak TOO well and big words confuse him but gosh dammit he’s trying his best, he’s also an EXTREMELY slow learner so please be patient with him, hates loud noises and will start crying (him crying is really gross, both sound wise and look wise), especially if you yell at him or threaten him with anything, he can’t blame you if you threaten him though or if your scared even if he doesn’t want that, he can see how terrifying he is.

Despite being so friendly, sweet, and outgoing, he does have the urges to nibble sometimes, his bite is unfortunately toxic so if you get bitten (not nibbled on but I’d still be careful either way…) but if you get bitten welp have fun with zombification motherfucker lmao, he does love to nibble on things and chew things, so honestly just give him a fuckin squeaky/chew toy of some kind and that way he won’t have a big of an urge to chew on skin or anything, he does try to control his urges though, he doesn’t like how strong they can get sometimes, how strong his urge is to p much eat someone, its frightening… But he tries his best, humans just… Fascinate him so much, he wishes he could get close to them without them being afraid or trying to hurt him, he just wants to hold someone (touch starved boy) and he wants to feel their skin, their hair, etc-

Do humans feel warm or cold like him? Does human skin feel weird like his orr normal…? ...He wonders what it’d be like to be a human sometimes, he’s babey essentially excluding when he has his “episodes” however, when those happen he can become very violent and aggressive even though he doesn’t mean to, he just let himself go waaaayy too long without food, I’d recommend running when he’s like this because I mean, ya don’t wanna let him eat you, do ya? ….Don’t answer that, its a no, no you don’t… Whenever he’s finished with doing t h a t however if he’s hurt or worse killed anyone he always winds up beating himself up over it, there’s a lot of breaking down and crying involved, he didn’t mean to, he didn’t WANT this…

Being a Drowned can be such a burden sometimes... 

(tl;dr: Friendly, sweet, outgoing, just wants friends, someone to hold, touch starved lad for sure, has episodes here n there and can go into a frenzy which he always feels guilty bout afterwards even if he didn’t actually hurt anyone, sometimes wishes he could be human bc being a Drowned feels like such a burden, loves to chew on things a l o t, childlike for sure, hates that people are usually terrified of him, its 100% gotta be like a FULL ON bite, nibbling/a lil chewing doesn’t REALLY count as long as it doesn’t wind up breaking skin)

| Side Facts: He has a Trident, he never ever uses it but its there in case he needs protection, it was given to him at a young age and despite being pretty slow (both learning wise and slow movement wise usually) he’s REALLY good and VERY accurate with the tridents, not sure about a bow/crossbow however, he’s never used one of those but I can say with confidence he’d probs be damn good with one of those as well, despite me saying he’s slow, he’s pretty fuckin fast when in water, one moment he could be way down below in the deepest parts of the ocean, next moment he’s right beside you or in your boat even like ….hh...hiiiii… ...please dont shoot the lad or stab him- he means no harm genuinely.

He loves exploring the world, its so vast and beautiful… So much out there, so much he STILL hasn’t even seen yet! 

(lmao for a funny side thing, I imagine Kevin is SUPER lucky like he’s found shipwrecks, desert temples, jungle temples, fucking STRONGHOLDS of all things, ruined nether portals, etc-

what’s sad though is he’s easy to trick/manipulate/guilt, if you wanna go to one of those all it takes is a promise of being his friend and then boom, you’ve got a free ticket to one of these things ….DAMMIT I SAID THIS’D BE FUNNY AND IT TURNED SAD- JUST, DONT LIE TO HIM- JUST BE HIS FRIEND DAMMIT fkjdslkfdjksl;f, he’s a very sweet Drowned who won’t ever even attack you, he just wants someone to be with and that’s all.

The other Drowned however I will say don’t like him for how soft he is towards people, he’s a zombie-esque mob, he needs to ACT like one, he needs to stop holding his urges back and just go for people like the others, the zombies along with husks, p much any zombie based mob doesn’t like him for these factors and that he’ll actually PROTECT people from his own damn kind, traitor much?

He doesn’t much like them either though, they are all mean, all they care about is hurting and killing innocent people… In the end all they care about is themselves really, he cares about others and he’ll NEVER stop caring about them, even if they hurt him, he usually chalks that up to them just attacking out of fear which he understands, I will say though… Despite being so passive and friendly, he isn’t just going to let you “kill” him… He won’t fight back but he is going to try and get away at the very least.

Also! His favorite music discs are Ward (why I chose his last name LMAO and shh he doesn’t need to know bout that first bit sounding like funeral music just don’t even tell him),he REALLY loves Cat and Far as well, and finally Strad is one of his comfort songs that can help him calm down.

He’s a bit scared of Mellohi, that song gives him a feeling of dread, Chirp isn’t one of his favorites really… That song makes him feel weird… Music Disc 11 absolutely TERRIFIES this poor boy, any time he hears that playing on someone’s juke box he swims the fuck AWAY as FAST as he can, feels the same as Thirteen as he does with 11.

He’s got no opinion on Stal really, he’s neutral toward that song- Mall is a good song for long journeys, he loves Wait for how funny it sounds, and even though its EXTREMELY rare to hear, Pigstep actually isn’t one of his favorites unfortunately, that type of music just isn’t his cup of tea, it isn’t like TERRIBLE tho by any means.

Oh yeah a few more things, his home is actually a cave, it's under the water but the part he’s in SPECIFICALLY that he’s made himself, he made sure to clear the water from that area to put his chests and items in, those items are stolen ones or ones left behind from people, he just… Likes having things like that, and if somehow he for once meets a human friend he’ll be more than happy to share his items or even give some! ...He does make sure to keep water nearby, he’s made a tiny pool right outside his cave house just in case he can’t make it back to the other water sources before he feels dried out.

[sufferthesea]

Hi again! Could you please do another scenario with Genma with a shy reader that's not a ninja and it's there first date but she ends up getting sick and he surprises her by coming to take care of her?

This was perfectly timed because I always get sick in October-November. Now if only I had a cute ninja boy coming to take care of me while I sat on the couch and watched movies all day. /sigh/ 

Thank you for the request!! I had a lot of fun writing this!! Please let me know if you think my scenarios/headcanons are too long! Also I literally just figured out how to write Genma, idk how he’d text 😂 I did my best. 

Words: 3.144Rating: General Pairing: Genma x Reader

Thiswasn’t how it was supposed to go. When Genma asked you out twoweeks ago you had been so excited that you were near to crying - butyou were also incredibly nervous. Genma was one of the mostinteresting guys you’d ever met, and you felt as if you were theequivalent of a talking potato sack. Not to mention you weren’teven a ninja so why onearth he’d even bother with a civilian was beyond you. Someone ofhis caliber should really be looking for a girl just as strong andknowledgeable and brave and outgoing ashim. (You’d barely managed to squeak out a “yes” when he askedyou to dinner, and it took every ounce of strength just to look himin the eyes when he spoke to you.) He must’ve read the confusion onyour face because almost immediately after asking you out, he said:

“You know, you’rereally cute when you act shy. And I figured if I didn’t ask youout, we’d never get anywhere.”

You’dthought about that for the last fortnight, your face bright red and ashy giggle falling from your lips whenever his face appeared in yourmind. But among the excitement was a bit of fear and the typicalinsecurity you often faced. You’d never really gone on a datebefore and certainly had never been asked out by someone like Genma.He’d suggested something simple - just a small dinner at a curryshop outside of the village. He said it was a cute little place andhe was sure you’d like it because it was out of the way and fewpeople went all the way out there to eat. It was nice of him to thinkof you like that, but there was still so much pressure. Would youlike the food there? What if it was too spicy? What if he thought youate too much? Or not enough? The thought of someone watching you eatwas a little overwhelming. And what if - did you dare to evenentertain this thought so early in the relationship? - what if at theend of the night he tried to kiss you? What if he kissedyou and you had curry breath? You’dabsolutely die on the spot.

Unfortunately,stressing out for the last fourteen days had done the exact oppositeof helping your health and you woke up the day of the date with asore throat, runny nose, and pounding headache. You had somehowstressed yourself into a cold,and now you were even more miserable than before. (Of course itsurely had nothing todo with the fact that you’d left open the bedroom window the nightbefore and had kicked off your blanket in the middle of the night…)

“I can’t go on adate l-like this,” you shuddered, pulling a thick woolen blanketover your shoulders and sneezing into a tissue. “I can’t l-lethim see me like this.”

Forlornly,you looked towards the clock hanging on the wall and your heartdropped. It was already noon; six hours until you were supposed tomeet Genma at the gates so he could walk you to the restaurant. Thiswasn’t good. It’s not like you could take some magic pill to getbetter immediately, and you were certain that if you decided to go onthe date then something mortifying would happen - you’d sneeze onhim, or go into a coughing fit while eating, or you’d get himsick. You couldn’t risk it - not when you’d somehow managed tograb his attention in the first place. You weren’t going to ruin itby being grossly sick all over him in a restaurant. There was onlyone option, and it killed you to even think of it.

You’d have tocancel the date.

It’d be a lie tosay you didn’t cry for a few moments as you convinced yourself thatit’s what was best. Did you want to cancel the date or did you wantto show up and gross him out?

Gathering whateverremaining strength you had, you dug your phone out of your sweatpantspocket and went through your list of contacts before you foundGenma’s number. He’d given it to you when he asked you out, butyou hadn’t texted him before. Would your first text to him reallybe canceling the date? Sometimes the universe sucked.

Steadying your handsenough to text out a legible message, you pressed send and waitedwith bated breath, the pressure behind your eyes and in the bridgeof your nose growing.

Genma - can’tmake it. im sick. rain check?

Itwasn’t good to sit there and wait so you placed your phone on thefarthest part of the coffee table and curled up on the couch, feelingawful. Everything was starting to ache and you weren’t sure whatyou should do to feel better. Going to the hospital was out of thequestion - you weren’t dying,you just had a cold. And you didn’t want to be a burden on anybodyelse by asking them to come over and take care of you. So you werestuck with the only solution - suffer alone until you were better.

Your heart jumped atthe sudden buzzing of your phone vibrating on the table and you leaptup to grab it, hands shaking as you eagerly read the message fromGenma.

That sucks. We’llreschedule. Hope u feel better soon

He hoped you feltbetter soon?! That was so nice of him! Before you could finishgushing over the simple text, a second one came through.

Let me know ifthere’s anything I can do to help

Yourfingers moved quickly to type that he didn’t have to do anything,but then you stopped. He was asking - offering - to help you throughthis dreadful time. Would it be ruder to accept his invitation andpossibly get him sick, or to decline it and spare him the vision ofyou stuffed up and snotty? It really didn’t matter if you were at arestaurant or at home, you didn’t wanthim to witness you blowing your nose or hacking or just looking likeyou’d crawled out some Pit Of Disgusting. You hated to admit it,but you got kind of whiny whenever you were ill and it was prettyembarrassing. With a little bit of heartache, you finished the textand sent it.

No, that’s okay- thx tho. I appreciate it

Almost immediately,another response sent your phone buzzing in your hands.

Anything for you;)

Youvaulted the phone away quickly, your body instantly burning hot, asurprised laugh escaping your mouth. “Wh-What? What was that?”you wheezed, pulling the blanket up to your face and staring inelation at the phone now lying on the floor across the room. “He -He put a - a winking face! What does th-that mean? Does he … oh mygosh.” Hiding under the blanket, you allowed yourself to gigglechildishly and closed your eyes tight. Genma’s perfect face wasthere - a smile gracing his features. He put a winkingface! That was good, right? Andhe’d said “anything for you”. Anythingfor you. Anything for you.How did he mean it? Would he really do anything for you? Your stomachgrowled and you grimaced; maybe you should have asked him to bringyou something to eat …

The phone buzzedagain and you practically threw yourself across the room to grab it,scrambling to clutch it close your face and read the message.

U allergic toanything?

Confused, you rereadthe message and checked to see who it was from. Genma had sent it,that was certain but … Did he think you’d called off the datebecause you had had an allergic reaction or something? Or - did hethink you’d canceled the date because you were allergic to curry?You were legitimately sick and this boy thought you were skipping outbecause you didn’t like his taste in food?

No - im good. Notcurry!! hahaha I was looking forward to eating there /:

Thatwas good enough, right? Assure him that you weren’t avoiding himbecause of that little restaurant, and that you actually didwant to go with him.

Same. Oh well.Maybe next week.

Then, a secondlater:

What r ursymptoms? Like are u coughing and sneezing? Sore throat? Or somethingelse?

Was he concernedthat your illness would still be there by next week when you actuallywent on your date? You shifted on the ground, resting on your elbowsas you thought over what to say. The point of canceling the date wasto keep him from knowing what you were going through at the moment.

Youtyped slowly, regretting every letter of your text: headache,sore throat, runny nose, congestion, sinus, everything hurts!!! ))):I feel like death tbh

Five minutes passedof absolute silence and your chest twisted in embarrassment. Had yousaid too much? You knew it - you’d messed this up. No good. Genmawould surely ditch you and go for some girl with a perfect immunesystem who looked absolutely glamorous even when she was suffering,and certainly didn’t complain about it. When another five minutespassed without a response, you pulled yourself back onto the couchand cuddled under your blanket and sighed heavily. Why did it have tohappen now?! Today of all days.

The phone buzzedagainst your chest and you yelped, jolting upwards and dropping it tothe ground. Fumbling around for it, you grabbed another tissue fromthe nearly empty box on the table and dabbed at your sore nose.

Grape or orange?

Nowthis was getting weird. Your response was only: what?

Genmaswiftly replied: Do you prefer grape or orange? Or cherry??

Uh… I don’t …care????? What is this for?

Insteadof answering, he simply asked: did u still want to go tothe curry place next week? I’ll pick u up next time. What’s uraddress?

Stumped, you staredat the glaring screen in your hands. What was going on? He was actingstrange. But your cold-infested brain wasn’t willing to work withyou to figure out what he was doing so you merely texted back youraddress. He stopped responding and you wondered if it was a mistaketo tell him where you lived. It was almost one o’clock and youreyes were feeling the weight of your illness. Sniffling into yourhandful of tissues, you curled up on your side and let yourself fallasleep.

An hour later youwere woken up by heavy knocks at your front door. It startled youawake and you rolled off of the couch, dazed and utterly lost as towhat was happening. Scrambling to your feet, you wiped drool off ofyour face and ambled over to the door, your voice croaking in pain asyou muttered, “Coming …”

Groggily, you pulledopen the door and looked blearily out into the bright world. Youshaded your eyes and squinted at the shadowed figure filling yourdoorway.

“You look as badas you said you feel,” came a voice.

Your eyes widenedand you dropped your hand, finally realizing that it was none otherthan Genma standing at your door.

“Wh-What are youd-doing here?!” you shouted, throwing your hands up to coveryourself although there was nothing to be covered. You were alreadydressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, and although your hair waswild and uncombed and your nose was as red as the swirl on Genma’sjonin jacket, you weren’t indecent. Still it was almost shameful tobe standing before such a beautiful man looking like you’d climbedout of a dumpster recently.

“Aren’t yougoing to invite me in?” Genma asked, a small smirk playing on hislips.

Youglanced back at your small apartment and you could almost feelyour cold lingering on the air. He didn’t want to go in there. “Uh… you’ll … you’re gonna get sick -!”

“Don’t worry, Igot it covered.” Genma reached into one of the half dozen bags hewas carrying and pulled out a white surgical mask, using one hand tomaneuver it onto his face. You’d only just now noticed his senbon was nowhere to be seen. “See? Now I won’t catch whatever youhave. Heh, do I look like Kakashi now?” 

“What?”

“He… you’re not a ninja. Right. You’ve probably seen him around.Kind of weird … got hair out to herethat’s silver, always has a mask on, always reading that orangebook.”

“No, I - I knowwho you’re talking about. I m-mean … What is all that?” Youmotioned to the different bags Genma was carrying and he grinned fromear to ear (not that you could see it).

“Well I figuredsince you weren’t up to going out tonight, we could have a nightin. Is that alright?”

“What? Really?”

“Sure.” He heldup a few bags with a local market’s logo across it. “This is somemedicine - I got three different kinds, since none of them coveredall of your symptoms. I also got you some tissues - it sounded likeyou’d need them.”

You looked away andblushed, trying to stealthily dab at your running nose with acrumpled tissue. “Th-Thanks.”

“Noproblem. I also got us dinner - or lunch, I guess.” He held up two paper bags from arestaurant you’d passed by before. “I wasn’t entirely sure whatyou eat, so I got a few different things.” He then shook a fewother bags strung along his arm, “And then I grabbed us somedrinks. Nothing alcoholic, though. Didn’t think you needed to betipsy and sick. Iwouldn’t make you wake up tomorrow hungover with a cold.” 

You stared inabsolute awe at the man, a happy smile spreading across your face. “W… Wow! That’s so n-nice of you! I d-didn’t think … I thoughtyou’d …”

Hecocked an eyebrow and showed you the bags again. “Listen, Iappreciate the thanks but canI come in? I’ve walked all over the village with these.”

“Oh! R-Right.Sorry.” You stepped aside to let him in and he glanced around yourapartment.  

“This is cute. Youlive alone?”

“Y-Yes …”

“Good. I don’twant anyone disturbing our date.” He dropped the bags onto thecoffee table and looked back at you. “Actually, I just don’t wantto share my food with anyone but you.”

A dry, croakygiggle jumped out of your throat before you could stop it and youcovered your face in shame. Genma gave a soft laugh himself and wavedyou over to the couch.

“Don’t beembarrassed; you’re sick. Come on. I also bought tea leaves to makeyou something hot to drink, since I’m sure you could use it. Whydon’t you put a movie in and I’ll get started on making the tea?”

Defeated, youcrumpled to the floor in front of the small media cabinet that yourtelevision was sitting on. You only had a few DVDs and you’dwatched them all to death, but if picking a movie meant you’d getyour date after all then you’d bite your tongue and suck it up. Youchose one of the more exciting films - something you’d seen once inthe village’s theater and had liked enough to purchase - and pushedthe disc into the DVD player. By the time you made it back to yourseat on the couch, Genma was arriving with two mugs full of hot tea.He handed you one and your entire body warmed with the heat of thecup. He pushed the edge of your blanket out of the way and sat downnext to you, setting aside his cup and digging through the plasticbags on the table.

“Here’s themedicine,” he said as he deposited one bag into your lap and pulledanother bag closer.

Whenyou looked through it you found three different flavors of cold syrup - orange, grape, and cherry. So that’swhat he was talking about.

“And here’s thetissues.” He then opened the two paper bags and pulled out steamingtake-out cartons. “Just tell me what you want and you can have it.”

Silently, youadmired the man beside you as he shuffled around the cartons and setup a line of bottled drinks. He caught your eye and raised aneyebrow, and you could sense the questioning smile hiding behind thesurgical mask.

“What?”

“Noth-Nothing!”You held your cup tighter and brought it to your face, breathing inthe earthy scent of tea. “I just … really appreciate this.Th-Thank you.”

“No problem. Iwasn’t going to pass on an opportunity to go on a date with you.Even if it’s …” He motioned around the apartment and shrugged.“I didn’t really feel like walking all the way out to that curryplace tonight anyway.”

Feeling a bit bold,you gave him a serious look (which was made fairly intimidating withthe deep bags under your eyes and the raw skin around your nose) andsaid, “Well don’t think - uhm - that you’ll get out of t-takingme there one day … You promised me a-a date there … and I expectt-to go there.”

Genma pulled downthe mask to reveal his broad grin, his eyes locked on yours. “We’llgo when you feel better. Promise.”

You smiled back andpressed the rim of the hot cup to your lips. “You know - you didn’thave to go through all of this for me.”

“I said anything,didn’t I?”

“Huh?”

Genma pulled out apair of disposable chopsticks and broke them apart, handing you oneof the take-out containers. “I said I’d do anything for you,right? I meant it. Mostly. Some things I wouldn’t - … Anythingwithin reason, I guess. This was no bother. This the movie you wantto watch?”

He changed thesubject so quickly your foggy brain had a hard time keeping up. “Yeah… uhm, thank - thank you.”

Genma gave you asideways glance and a small smile pulled at his mouth. “You’dbetter stop talking before you lose your voice. We won’t be able totalk when we go out next week. Then what’ll we do?”

Shrinking into thewarmth of the blanket, you nodded. “Uh - oh, well … What if I’mnot feeling better by next week?”

“Oh, you will,”Genma said as he relaxed into the couch, kicking his legs up onto thecoffee table. “I’m gonna take care of you until you feel better,so you’ll have no excuse for canceling our next date.”

Blushing hotly, younodded and smiled down into your tea. You were starting to think thatmaybe being sick wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[theenetflixnerd]

Riverdale Recap s2e8 : The Ships have Sunk. Oh! The dreaded ‘L’ word.

River Rats! Welcome back!!

I’m sooooo re-obsessed again after the last 3 episodes! Dayum!! …. It’s now just getting progressively better week by week and I am loving it…. Except the waiting every week in between. Ah, it’s killing me slowly.. I need more! and I need it now… after that ending this week … but I’m getting ahead of myself let me back track again.

< SPOILERS AHEAD> You have been warned.

So this week things certainly get interesting!

The episode starts with a little VARCHIE (still not feeling this , btw) and their out right defiance of the Blackhood, and like a personal contest to see how many places they can get nasty in * insert monkey covering eyes emoji here *  … sorry but this I could do without … It’s like so unnecessary and adds NOTHING to the (otherwise) incredible storyline!!  I mean c’mon, are we seriously just tryna fill the time here? … and of course the absolute ‘Cliché’ of the dreaded “L” word. < excuse me while I go off on a little rant here >

Honestly - what is so bad about telling some one you LOVE them? Like honestly , if you know please explain it to me … here’s what I think … Like , you’ve already done the nasty, you’re going steady, your friends all know about the admittedly ridiculous couple name … Why would a four letter word make you want to back off from all that? Like you’re all over eachother, you’ve been told to ‘Get a room’ have no issue going all PDA on each other but when privately one says ‘I LOVE YOU’ … It’s like “OH CRAP ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION” … It’s a storyline which has been included in almost all iconic TV couple’s stories  ( Ryan and Marissa, Rory and Dean are just two which first come to mind, there’s been heaps more ) … I just don’t understand why it should cause the ‘end’ of a relationship, or rather the beginning of a downward spiral , I mean it’s just a word, and it’s a beautiful one at that - I mean I use it countless times a day, I tell people I love them every day, and there are a lot of things I proudly admit loving every day too (even if it’s coffee, pizza or Riverdale ;)) and personally if anyone told me that (especially someone I’m with and had already seen and been seen naked by) I’d find it endearing and an enormous complement! Like ‘Ahw, Thank You for saying that.’ … It’s comforting to know that some one cares about you, and that they’re comfortable to admit it! … Like why do people (or is it only in the movies? I mean do people really react like this in real life??) always get so scared of that word? I don’t get it. Never have, and as long as it continues, never will.

< right sorry about that, rant over >

So yea - the dreaded “L” word is spelling trouble for VARCHIE, meanwhile FP’s release is bringing BUGHEAD closer together as they plan a party in FP’s honour.  I’m so glad we’ve got more of Skeet in this episode - I love him! He truly stole the show in this one!

In the meantime, some new revelations are made as it turns out the ‘Reaper’ murders which took place was the same house that the Blackhood sent Betty too that time, and also that the “Reaper” had missed one family member (the third child had escaped) … turns out that ‘child’ was SVENSON (yes - the school janitor) … but when confronting him Archie realises it’s not him, he doesn’t have the ‘eyes’ of the Blackhood.

Of course, Alice is going with to pick FP up from ‘The Shawshank’ and I am loving the chemistry between these two in this episode. Alice is such a tease , and there is so much sexual tension in their scenes. I’d hate to see the ‘end’ of the ‘Coopers’ but I’m so feeling rebellious Alice coming out round about now.  You can tell Madchen & Skeet are seasoned Veterans. I love these two, and they kill every single scene.  That scene where he’s encouraging her to come to the ‘party’ … it’s too much. And of course Alice walking into the party like she owns the place, the complete boss that she is. I’m there for it , baby!! (and yea girl, I’ll shoot some tequila with you!)

HOW GOOD IS THAT SONG??? Oh my word!! I absolutely ADORED this version of MAD WORLD. It’s so haunting, and I’ve been listening to it on repeat since the soundtrack. Obsessed is an understatement.

FP comes through again saving face for BETTY … love this guy!! … but turns out his plans of retiring are over. Why?? Well to look out for Jughead and protect him from ‘the Snake Charmer’. This is too much for Jughead to handle as he feels responsible for wrecking his dad’s one chance to go ‘straight’ and also with Penny Peabody knowing that ‘Betty’ is Jughead’s ‘soft underbelly’ he feels that he has to cut his losses and decides to keep Betty away :(

“How many times Jug? How many times are we going to push each other away?” “Until it sticks” these words broke my heart. I’m dead.

But all is not too bad, as the next few minutes had my tears turning from sorrowful to hopeful. Varchie is over too, Veronica can’t handle the commitment - and where does this leave us? Well

‘A boy looks out his window, at the girl next door, and sees her as if for the very first time’.  I’ll just leave this here : 

OH MY GOSH. YES! Please I have been waiting too long for this to be realised.  I mean of course I am sorry that Bughead is over, but I am so excited to see more ARTY? (I dunna, what’s this ship name? is there an official one yet?) but I am all for it and can’t wait for next week!!!!

[rachelfizzyhizzy]

Less Than Pure Blood Pt.1

SUMMARY: It’s Y/n’s first day back at Hogwarts for her fifth year and she’s dreading having to see Draco Malfoy. Y/n began avoiding and ignoring Draco at the end of last year after realizing she developed feelings for the blonde Slytherin. But what will she tell him if he asks why?

WORD COUNT: 1.4K +

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex.

A/N: Hey! This is my first ever fic. It’s probably really bad so be nice please.

  The great hall was packed. It was the first day of y/n’s 5th year at Hogwarts. She sat at the Ravenclaw table trying each of everything set in front of her. Gosh, she missed the food during summer. “What’s your first class?” Cho, another Ravenclaw that sat beside her asked.

           “Potions. You?” Y/n responded, still stuffing muffin into her mouth. 

           “Divination.” Cho was a year ahead of Y/n. Y/n nodded and went back to focusing on her food and imagining what would happen when she finally was forced to face Draco.

           At the end of last year, they had begun hooking up right before summer. It was purely physical. Just two people that had sex or kissed every now and then. Until Y/n started daydreaming about dates her and Draco would go on if they were actually together. She then realized she wished that they were dating. She could never tell Draco how she felt though. She was sure he would reject her. He was rich, attractive, and would most likely never date someone less than pure blood. When Y/n realized she had begun feeling more for Draco, she panicked. She started avoiding him everywhere. In the great hall she kept her head down and hid behind other students when she thought she saw his light blonde hair. In classes they had together she would enter at the last second and rush out as soon as class ended, leaving no time for Draco to speak to her. That was how she had left everything at the end of the year. She thought Draco must be curious as to why she had suddenly stopped wanting to hook up and began avoiding him. Y/n wasn’t ready to explain herself. All summer she tried to come up with an elaborate lie to tell him. “I got a boyfriend, so I had to stop seeing you” she had thought. But no, then he would ask who the boyfriend was. “I caught an illness that prevented me from being within twenty feet of anyone with perfect blonde hair and the nicest-“ 

           “Y/n!” Y/n snapped out of her thoughts to see Elena, a Ravenclaw in her year, waving her hand in front of Y/n’s face. “It’s time to go to class” Y/n looked around and realized there was only about half the amount of people that were there a few minutes ago, and they too were slowly getting up to walk to class. 

           “Right. Sorry.” Y/n grabbed her bag and took one last bite of her muffin before joining Elena to walk to the dungeons.

           When Y/n and Elena reached the outside of Professor Snape’s classroom she realized that this class was with Slytherin. She nearly pivoted immediately to turn back and run to the dorms before she was seen. However, she froze. Draco’s eyes met hers and he nodded at her. Okay, Y/n thought to herself. A nod. Is that really what I’ve been worrying about this whole time? It was almost like she jinxed herself just by thinking that, (which is of course not real and just something muggles made up.) because Draco had begun walking her way. “Hey Y/L/N” Y/n’s heart pounded. 

           “Sup Malfoy.” Her voice came off a lot more calm and collected than she felt. Elena made a face at Malfoy like many of the other students at Hogwarts did as well. 

           “I’m gonna go find Lance,” Elena said, moving away from Y/n.

           “D’you have a good summer?” Draco asked her. All she could do was nod and look down at her feet. It was weird that she was so shy around him now, when only months ago his tongue had been in her mouth.

           “You?” she asked in return, looking up at him for only a second. 

           “Pretty good I guess.” Y/n nodded again, and they stood there for a few seconds without saying anything. “Could we talk later? Maybe during lunch. We could meet in the astronomy tower.” Y/n’s eyes widened. The astronomy tower is where they used to meet up during lunch or late at night to secretly hook up. 

           “Um I don’t think so. I’ve got to see McGonagall.” 

           “About what? It’s the first day back.” Draco looked at her suspiciously.

           “I-.” It was at that moment that Snape appeared and unlocked his classroom door to let them in. Y/n left the awkward situation to find a seat as quickly as she could, leaving Draco with a confused look on his face.

           It was lunch and Y/n was back at her table, this time reflecting on her conversation with Draco. Did he want to start hooking up again? Did he not even notice I was avoiding him last year? Y/n thought to herself. She looked up and scanned the Slytherin table but did not see him in his usual spot between Crabbe and Goyle and across from Pansy. Maybe he found another girl to bring to the astronomy tower, she thought. It caused a sting of jealousy in her stomach. 

           It was then that she felt a tug on her robe. She looked up to find the blonde boy. “We need to talk.” He told her. Earlier when Draco had asked to talk, he did exactly that. He asked. This time he was demanding. 

           “I can’t. Sorry.” Draco rolled his eyes and only tugged harder on her blue lined robe.

           “Y/n. Come,” Draco said sternly. It made Y/n shiver. She reluctantly got up from her seat and smiled an assuring smile at Cho who looked her way concerned. She mouthed “its okay” before turning forward to walk where Draco was leading her. They left the great hall and walked into an unlocked empty classroom. Draco shut the door behind them.

           “Okay, what’s the deal?” he asked. Y/n looked around innocently saying 

           “what’s the deal with what?” Draco sighed and ran his hands through his hair. 

           “You’ve been avoiding me since last year.” 

           “I have not been avoiding you,” she said like it was a ridiculous idea. 

           “Yes, you have.” 

           “Well I’ve been busy,” Y/n said crossing her arms. Draco squinted at her like he was reading her mind. 

           “No, you’ve been purposefully avoiding me, and I want to know why. I thought we had something good going.” 

           “I got a boyfriend!” Y/n blurted.

           “What?” Draco’s eyes widened and he took a step back. “Who?” Y/n tried to think of who she could say her boyfriend was. Who was someone that Draco didn’t know well enough to doubt her? Who was someone Draco would never see and be able to question? She came up with nothing. 

           “Fine! I’m lying!” Draco’s shoulder visibly relaxed and he began to laugh. “Don’t laugh at me!” 

           “Well I can’t help it. Merlin, you are an idiot. Why would you tell me you have a boyfriend when you don’t?” Y/n punched his arm but couldn’t help to smile and laugh with him. 

           “I don’t know. I couldn’t come up with any better excuse.” 

           “So, you have been avoiding me?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “Why?” Y/n considered lying but decided it better just to tell the truth and move on. 

           “I may have developed a crush on you.” Draco smirked. 

           “Why exactly would that make you want to avoid me? I would expect it would have the opposite effect.” Y’n rolled her eyes.

           “Because, before it was just hooking up. When I liked you it became more than that to me.” She could feel her cheeks get warm. 

           “How is that a bad thing?” 

           “Because Draco, I’m not like you. I can’t just turn off my feelings. I didn’t want to keep doing what we were doing if we weren’t gonna be more and I knew that was never going to happen. I’m muggle born.” Y/n looked at the ground and turned away from Draco. Draco frowned at her and looked down at his shoes. 

           “okay well thanks for telling me.” She nodded still not looking up. Draco slowly walked to the door, opening it. He looked back at her, before leaving the room and closing the door. 

           Now that Y/n was alone she could fully absorb what just happened. Was Draco going to go back to the Slytherin table and tell all his friends about the mudblood Ravenclaw that thought they could be anything more than fuck buddies. She felt a tear drip down her check but she brushed it away and ran her hands through her hair. She left the classroom and walked back to the great hall. She forced herself to look ahead, head held high, eyes looking straight forward away from the Slytherin table. She reached her spot beside Cho and sat back down. 

           “What did Malfoy want?” 

           “Just needed help understanding something.” Cho looked at her questioningly but only nodded and returned to her pudding. The year was off to a great start.

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Who Are You?

Who Are You?

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Words: 1,715

Warnings: Few Curse Words,(I think it’s a total of 3 or 4), mentions of blood, bang bang, Angst! Go back now if you can’t handle the heartbreak or tears, because I can’t deal either.

Author’s Note: Oh, Hey there again, NCIS will be popping out like traffic, and by traffic, I mean it’s going to be slow because after this one here, you’re either going to hate me, or cry too. I cried way too hard writing this. Why would I write such a thing? A simple mistake can simply be lead into something more atrocious by the one you love. Now you’re being nursed by your house. Gibbs here. Gibbs there. Gibbs not here anymore. Is this the Gibbs you known beforehand? You stay in the end, not because you’re weak, because that’s not Gibbs. “PLEASE HAVE TISSUE NEAR!” (Totally recommend listening to Celine Dion, “All By Myself.”) -Love Kelly

It was Friday, and you were happy that Gibbs gave everyone the day off, but he decided to stay behind at the office alone. You wondered why he does this, everyone deserves a break, especially Gibbs, it’s not a stress-free job. You laid upon the couch since he kissed you before he left for work this morning. With one of your legs propped on the coffee table, watching tv, you sat waiting for Gibbs. You glanced at the clock and it was 8:47, and have done absolutely nothing, not like you had a choice anyway. You groaned, turning off the tv. “Geez Gibbs! Where are you?” You sighed. As if the clouds of heaven heard you, the front door swung open to a bitter, pissed Gibbs. You jumped in response. Gibbs shut the door and walked into the kitchen mumbling a ‘sorry, long day.’

You watched him pace in the kitchen, grabbing a glass, then filling it with water. Watching Gibbs was like reading a book, he never let his guard down, but he was far from tense, he was livid, not verbally or physically, but he was mentally… Blaming himself. You didn’t know how long you were staring, but Gibbs was, now, hovering over you, glass clenched in his hand. “You know staring can get you in a whole lot of trouble.” He snarled. You glared at Gibbs in awe, staring in his eyes, seeing that they told a different story, and you knew exactly what. “Gibbs. You haven’t been studying about what happ-.” “Are you going to take the glass (Y/N).” Gibbs argued. You choked out an “oh”. Gibbs saw the hurt in your eyes now and hated that he caused more pain. “I’m going to change.” He spoke bluntly, slamming the glass on the side table. “Who are you?” You said aloud, showing the hurt in your voice. Gibbs stopped in his track, looking over his shoulder at your saddening figure. “Who ever you think I am.” He spatted, continuing his pace. “Well, you’re not Gibbs.” You croaked. Gibbs stood still in his tracks, now fully turning to face you. He scoffed then went to his room. Slamming the door, a tear rolled down your cheek. “Why is he eating himself like this?” You advised, wiping away the tear. You looked down at your leg. ‘Is this why he let us off today? You thought sadly. You went to touch your left leg. It was occupied in a brace from the incident three days ago.

***

Gibbs and you sat in your driveway after a long day at work. You guys, including the team, had been after a guy for three weeks, but he’d slip between our hands before we could capture him. You were texting your mum at the time, thanking her for the flowers she delivered. You smiled happily at the message and put your phone in your purse. Grabbing the flowers out the front seat and purse, you got out your car. Gibbs followed the same procedure, while grabbing the balloons and gifts, then setting the gifts on the ground. “What made you wear white? Gibbs questioned with a cheeky smile. “I don’t know, maybe I want to be the star of the show?” You giggled, setting down your purse and flowers beside your car. You had worn this beautiful white pants suit and you were glowing with each step you took, “An angel at that.” You had heard Gibbs whispered to Tony at work.

“Come on in, I’m making dinner tonight for the birthday girl.” Gibbs jested, balloons still in hand. You scoffed. “Probably the only time.” You chuckled. “Someone doubting me?” He warned. “Well, let me check the mail before you do.” Giving a wink. Gibbs bit his lips watching you walk to the mailbox, then to the area around you. Patrolling the area. As you were getting the mail, Gibbs noticed a car that looked similar to the guy they have been looking for. “Wow, Gibbs, there so much.” You spoke sweetly, knocking Gibbs out of his thoughts. Gibbs smirked at you, watching you look like a kid on Christmas Morning. Gibbs notice the car again, getting close to you, and seeing the dent that was in the hood of the car. That’s him! That’s the guy we’ve been looking for! “(Y/N).” Gibbs mumbled. “Wow, Gibbs, this is way more than I expected. I’m coming!” You chanted playfully. Like time, unexpected, everything went slower. The car came to a cruise and it slowly rolled down the window. In all what happened in thirty seconds, felt like hours. “(Y/N)!” Gibbs scolded, letting go of the balloons, grabbing his gun, running towards you, but it was like walking in quicksand. “Oh gosh Gibbs! My dad sent me one, I haven’t spoken to him in years.” You said rubbing your thumb against the card. You looked up to show Gibbs the card, but he was running towards you and you knew why. “The bastard’s behind me.” Was the last thing you said before crashing to the ground, cards flailing everywhere. Bullets impaling your leg and abdomen. Blood covering your white suit. All at once, time came back into play. “(Y/N)!” Gibbs yelled falling towards your body, tears prickling his eyes. The car skidded away.

Just hold on for me okay?! Dammit!” Gibbs stammered, tears coming in a downpour. Putting your head in his lap, he called 911.

You had woken to blinding lights and sharp pains shooting at your leg. You groaned, closing your eyes to ease the pain. You open them again to find Gibbs hovering over you. You will never forget how Gibbs looked and how he looked at you. He looked like a lost orphan, trying and hopelessly longing for someone to come get him. His hair was wadded up, eyes bloodshot, and a stubble appeared on his face. Gibbs quickly moved from over you and ran for assistance. “Doctor. Doctor, she’s awake.” Gibbs sputtered softly. You closed your eyes and tried to talk, but only got mumbles. “Don’t worry (Y/L/W), you’re going to be okay. You were shot twice, but luckily for your vest, you weren’t impaled in your abdomen. You were just shot in your leg. You’ll be out here before you know it.” The doctor explained. You weakly gave a hurt smile, closing your eyes again, but not opening them again.

“(Y/N)?” Gibbs questioned. …

“(Y/N)! Doctor help! (Y/N)!”

***

“(Y/N)!” Gibbs yelled. You gasped the little air you had. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch your leg?” He boasted. You quickly looked away so he couldn’t see the tears that were forming. “D’you you take your pills?” He questioned, looking at the still, sitting full glass he left for you earlier. “Yea-.” “No you didn’t, the glass is still full.” He interrupted. “I’ve been gone for 10 minutes, that’s how long the meds should kick in, and you’re going to have to sit here and suffer? Take the pills (Y/N).” Gibbs commanded harshly. You turned at who this was, cause surly this isn’t Gibbs. Gibbs eyes were as red as yours and held grief beyond repair. You didn’t ask any questions, for seeing Gibbs like this hurt you. Not knowing that tears were falling, you took the pills from Gibbs hand, and grabbed the water.

Gibbs let out an exasperated sigh, going to the kitchen to grab the med-kit, while you took the pills, Gibbs came back and removed the brace carefully, revealing the huge gash. Gibbs took in the image, by taking in a deep breath, and began cleaning it.

2 Minutes later

“(Y/N)! Will you sit still for 6 damn minutes!” Gibbs roared irritatedly. Gibbs looked at you and back to the huge gash from the incident. “Sorry.” Gibbs whispered reassuringly. It hurt like hell when Gibbs placed the alcohol pad against it, but he did it ever so slightly, not trying to hurt you any more. “Gibbs?” You asked softly. He wrapped your leg and put the brace back on, not responding to you. “You’re not eating yourself up about this? Are you?” You asked honestly, already knowing the answer. Gibbs held your leg in his hand, rubbing the bandage wound fighting back the tears. “Gib-.” “Stop. Stop telling me that I don’t need to beat myself up because I could have lost you!” Gibbs bellowed now forming a grip around your brace. “Gibbs.” You winced in a warning, reaching for Gibbs to stop, but something inside of him snapped. “It’s MY FAULT (Y/N)!!” Gibbs yelled in grief. Your shriek and cries filled the room as Gibbs clenched your leg. Looking in terror of what he had done, Gibbs let go of your leg. “(Y/N). (y/-, I-I’m sorry.” Gibbs apologizes, scurrying to the bedroom, leaving you a crying mess, by yourself.

Gibbs shut the door, putting his back against it. Breathing heavily of the little breath he had, everything came crashing down at once. He slid down the door sobbing. Leaving the both of you in bewilderment of who you are… To be continued.

-I HOPE YOU FEEL GREAT ABOUT YOURSELF, psych, nah, man, I feel terrible. 😂😂 That was dreadful, I was debating on whether to bring a part two or not, but this deserves it. :) Can’t wait for it. Hope your life is wonderful. -Love Kelly