#justine's laugh here is so contagious

[natjennie]

this is fucking killing me right now. the way justine laughs at jeremy's final "well alright!" right before the "excuse your fucking mouth" is insane.

[hugheshischier4313]

YOU MISS HIM DON’T YOU | Q. HUGHES

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x reader

Warnings: maybe emotional cheating?

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: Hi lovelies! I was rewatching desperate housewives and a certain scene encouraged me to write something similar. It was supposed to be a quick little Drabble/blurb but im at 10 pages now and still not done. So here’s a snippet :)

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Quinn had known about your boyfriend from the very beginning. He had seen you together, bringing boxes to the apartment beside his, and noticed you immediately. He wished he could say it had all been innocent, but the first thing he saw was how your legs looked in the tennis skirt you had been wearing. You bent down to pick up a fallen pillow as he exited his car in the parking garage. His eyes lingered on you, and he forced himself to turn away before you noticed. He swore he would offer to help you before he met eyes with Andrew as he stepped out of the parking garage elevator.

"I didn't mean to; it just happened. You were bent over, in a skirt, right outside my car; it was hard to look away when I didn't expect you to be there." Quinn had a slight pink tone to his features right now, and you were smiling, trying to suppress a laugh. You stood in the kitchen, pouring the margaritas into your cups.

"You mean the skirt I'm wearing right now? Is that why you mentioned it? Quinn, you could have kept that secret forever. I mean, you couldn't waterboard that information out of me." You were always more giggly when drinking, which was contagious to Quinn. "But since you didn't, I'm gonna use this against you for the foreseeable future."  The laugh left you when you got back to Quinn's couch. "I'll try not to make any sudden movements that may catch you off guard," you teased as you stood before him and handed him his drink.

"It's not funny; I've felt bad about this for months." he tried to be serious, but the smile never left his face. As you nodded with a smirk on your lip, you turned from him after he grabbed the glass, "Y/N, I'm serious." He wasn't; he could never stay upset with you, even in a joking manner. 

"I guess I'll just go back to my apartment then; I don't want to bring back any of your past shame." your body once again turned towards him as you leaned down over to hug him, "Bye, Hughes, I'll make sure to only wear this when you're out of town." He let out a sarcastic 'ha.' "You don't have to leave; I can control myself. I promise." he rolled his eyes and slowly got up to stop you.

"I don't know; I think the only logical answer is to wear your Drew sweats." You had pivoted and ran to his room before he could reply. You had bugged him countless times to try them on over the past months; you had just wanted to see if they were worth the hype because the black sweats had been sold out forever (and maybe, subconsciously, because of your past love for Justin Bieber). And every time he said no, you took this as your opportunity to try them and bug him simultaneously.

Being in Quinn's room was familiar to you. You had spent most days at one of the two apartments, and sometimes that meant laying in his bed watching TV after he had just returned from a string of away games or after a challenging game or practice. You had worn his clothes before, too; it was always in a platonic way, the first time you had locked yourself out after being out on a run when it started raining. You lost your key on the run, and the concierge was gone for the night. You had also spent the night; he let you sleep in his bed and took the couch. 

As you ran into the room, you closed the door behind you and walked into the closet, closing that door, too. You had found the sweats and slowly walked out of the closet. There was no sight of Quinn, and the bedroom door was still closed. You walked towards the door, sweats in your hand, as you called out to him, "Q? Are you -" But you were cut off as he tackled you onto the bed next to you.

The two of you lay on the bed laughing before turning to face each other. The laughter died down, and you were smiling and looking at each other. The two of you lay there for a while, not saying anything until you broke the silence, "Your eyes are a different colour every time I see you, but today I can see every shade in them." You don't know why you needed to share your observation with him, but it felt right. "You cut your hair." He reached out to tuck a strand behind your ear and play with the end of another. His voice had been so him, soft yet dominant. It was true; you had gotten a slight trim the day before and a few longer layers at the bottom of your hair, a small and simple detail that could have been missed. In fact, he was the only person to notice; none of your classmates or even Andrew, although over Facetime, had noticed. 

The room felt heavy as you looked from his hand in your hair to his eyes again, stopping to look at his lips for a second. And when you reached his gaze, it was unreadable. "I -" A phone began to ring as Quinn was about to speak. You could see a shift in his demeanour as you continued to look at him. He got up to find the cause of the sound. "It's your phone." He walked it over to you before heading out to the living room again. The phone illuminated ANDREW CALLING.

You looked towards the empty doorway as you brought the phone up to your ear. "Hey you," your playful voice sounded forced, and the smile on your lips was even more so. "Hey, I have a surprise for you. The notification said it was in the lobby." This shocked you, not only because it was a surprise but because Andrew was never one for small gestures. It was always something big like him ordering 4 dozen roses to your desk after your fourth date. But he had never just sent you or given you something randomly.

Andrew could be a sweet guy; you worked together before he asked you to have dinner with him. You knew you were moving and had no intention of starting anything serious before moving to Vancouver, but he had been so persistent, and it felt nice to have a distraction with all the craziness of moving. But living in different provinces has brought no comfort to either of you. It felt like pen pals most of the time. You would call him a few times a week and talk for an hour before he had to go. There had been a few times where you could have sworn you heard someone else there, but the times you mentioned it, it felt like the fight had been more trouble than the issue itself.

And maybe subconsciously, you felt like a hypocrite. Your relationship with Quinn was platonic, but the number of times you were confused as a couple in public could be seen another way. In fact, you hated to admit it, but it felt like you communicated more with Quinn when he was away than with your boyfriend. 

"There's something for me in the lobby of my apartment complex? Andrew, what did you do? It's 7pm?" As you started talking, Quinn walked into view, bringing your drinks and extending to you. "It's a surprise; you should go get it now; I'm assuming it's just on the concierge desk based on the picture." You stared up at Quinn as you listened to Andrew, "Okay, I'll be down in a minute, and I'll call you back once I have it." The phone call was quickly over. 

"What did you order?" Quinn asked with a smile, used to all the packages you've received. A few that had been too heavy for you to carry on your own that Quinn had taken himself. Even when they hadn't been too heavy, he would carry them for you if he was there. "I'm not sure, Andrew sent it to me." You could have sworn there was a look on his face that was gone as quickly as it appeared. "You want me to go with you in case you need help?" there was no hesitation in your quick reply of 'yes.'

As the two of you walked down the hall, you were overly aware of the distance between you. It was no different than it had been in the past, but there was a particular charge. The words shared and unshared in the bedroom hung heavy. "So I never got to even put the sweats on," you joked while waiting in front of the elevator. "You can borrow them when we get back up if you want," his answer made your breath hitch. He had never let you try them on, much less borrow them.

He looked at you, letting you walk into the elevator first. The ride down was quick and quiet, but how you looked at each other made everything race faster. Your heartbeat quickened as you saw his slight deviation towards your lips before making their way back up. "Quinn," your voice came out as a low plea; whether it was to continue or to stop was uncertain. He stepped closer to you as the two of you stood in silence for a brief moment before the doors opened. As you stepped out, your heart felt heavy.

As you made your way towards the front desk, you saw the back of a man at the desk, but when you heard the voice,  it made you freeze. Andrew, he was in your lobby waiting for you, Quinn failed to notice your pause and ran into you. However, before you could tip forward, Quinn had steadied you with a hand on your arm and waist. Andrew called out when he turned around. 

"Andrew! What are you doing here?" You didn't miss the look he gave the sight of the two of you or how his gaze only lingered on Quinn's hand on your waist as he walked closer. You unhooked yourself from Quinn to hug Andrew. The hug was stiff; he held himself higher, and his head hadn't moved from the position it had been in before. You figured he was still looking at Quinn. 

"I wanted to surprise you; we settled a case earlier than expected, so I took a few days off." You had pulled yourself to his side, a view of both him and Quinn. They kept looking towards each other, completely ignoring you. "Well, Andrew, this is my friend I always tell you about, Quinn. He introduced himself the day I moved in, remember? He lives next door to me." Andrew smiled down at you as you continued. "Quinn, you remember Andrew." Quinn looked from you to Andrew before extending his hand. "Good to see you again, man." Andrew hesitated before shaking his hand. 

There was a quick silence before Quinn grabbed his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen, excusing himself, "I have to make a phone call; I'll see you around," but before he could walk off, you gave him a side hug goodbye. You had done it a thousand times before, and feeling like you couldn't because Andrew was there didn't feel like a good sign, so you did it anyway. "I'll text you," you quietly said as you let go.

The next few days had been uneventful, showing Andrew around Vancouver. The hallway had felt unusually empty each time you passed, hoping to run into Quinn. A string of away games was starting that Monday, and when you came back from dropping off Andrew at the airport on Sunday night, you noticed the bag sitting in front of your apartment door. 

The black sweats were inside with a note, 'I'll pick them up when I'm back. Enjoy :). ~ Q" He never asked for them back

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[beaker1636]

Christmas Lights - Vinny

AN: So the request for first Christmas said Vinny or Justin.... so I wrote both! While I took the babies first Christmas route with Justin I decided to take a couples first Christmas route for Vinny and I thought it came out adorable, I hope you all enjoy it!

“Thank you for agreeing to go with me, I was really hoping that one of you would agree but more so that it would be you,” you say softly, glancing over at Vinny as he walks beside you down the snow covered street.

“I don’t know why I agreed to let you drag me out in this cold bullshit but you’re welcome?” He jokes, meeting your gaze with a smile. “You’re lucky you promised me hot chocolate and said not everything is outside because if it was I wouldn’t have agreed.”

Yeah, he still would have agreed even if everything was outside.  You looked adorable when your eyes lit wide, your smile growing when you read that the town that you are staying the night in was having an old fashioned Christmas that night, looking giddy like a child.  The way your face lit up when he said sure made him feel warm inside, happy that he could make you happy… fighting the fact that his crush on you keeps growing and he’d do pretty much anything to make you smile like that.

You make your way down to where everything is happening, smiling when you see all these families with young kids walking around to play games, go to the petting zoo, and everything else that is happening around you.

“Can we go do the tree contest first, I want to see all the Christmas trees and how people did it,” you ask, stopping to look over at the man next to you with a hopeful smile.

“This is all you, whatever you want.  Afterall it was you who wanted to come down here, I just agreed to it so you wouldn’t be all alone somewhere new,” he says, giving you a small smile.

He can’t help the laugh that escapes when you practically skip over towards the Christmas Tree display, grabbing his hand so you can drag him with you as he follows behind you with a smile.  Your happiness is contagious, almost makes it worth being out in the freezing cold weather, almost.

He lets out a sigh of happiness when he realizes that the Christmas tree contest was inside, grateful for the warmth that enveloped the two of you as you walked in the building.  A woman handing the two of you a slip of paper so that you could vote for your favorite when you reach the end of the line.

Vinny is glad you didn’t let go of his hand, glad that you are still keeping that contact there as you both walk down the line looking at all of the trees.  He isn’t interested in them, rather more so is interested in watching you as you admire and smile at all the trees.  You look absolutely beautiful all the time, but seeing you so happy and excited is breathtaking. He can’t help but share in your happiness at it all.  

You suddenly stop, admiring one of the trees closely.  He notices that it is for a daycare center, and has pictures of all the kids from babies to school age inside of snow globes hanging from it.

“Isn’t this just the cutest, all those happy children? I love seeing all the kids there, I think this is my favorite.  What about you Vin? Have you had a favorite?” You ask, glancing at him.

He gulps, he isn’t sure how to answer because he hasn’t actually been looking at the trees, he has been too busy admiring you. “I think that this one is my favorite too because it is the only one that looks handmade, you can tell it was done with love by those who did it.”

You smile at him, turning around so you can take him down the last few trees in the line before you write your number down to vote, and he does the same.  

“Where do you want to go next Vin?” You ask, glancing towards him. “We could go and take a picture with Santa?” you tease, not expecting him to agree.

“Sure, but you have to take it with me,” he answers, giving you a grin.

“Wait, really? Okay, let’s go,” you say, grabbing his hand and walking back outside so you can go towards the building that has Santa, moving to stand in line as you give him a smile again.  Both of you laughing and smiling as you joke together, having fun as you wait.

“Excuse me, I just want to say that you two are adorable together, reminds me of us when we were young.  Is this your first Christmas together?” A sweet old lady asks the two of you, making you blush slightly.

“It is, hopefully the first of many,” Vinny answers coolly with a smile, squeezing your hand lightly as he says it.

“Oh I think it is going to be, both of you look so happy and in love.  Have a Merry Christmas,” she says to the two of you with a smile before leaving you both to stand in line some more.

When she walks away from you he looks at you with a grin, “I figured I would humor her, didn’t want to disappoint her by saying we aren’t a thing.”

When you reach the front of the line someone offers to take your phone so they can get a photo for the two of you, so you hand it over with a smile, thanking them as they take a photo with Santa.  Vinny being the jokester he is actually sat on Santa’s lap while you stood behind him for the photo, you laughing at his antics.

When you looked at the photo the kind stranger took you couldn’t help the smile that came across your face, he has his goofy grin on his face while you had a huge smile on your face from laughing.  You quickly made it your background before the two of you walk back outside, finding a spot to find the light parade that was about to begin.

When all the floats start driving by with lights, throwing candy to children and playing Christmas music you can’t help but smile again, loving how this town is celebrating together.  Seeing all these children happy and laughing around you as they experience the Christmas spirit for what might just be the first time.  It reminds you of when you were a young child going out to see the lights with your parents, making cookies with your family to leave out for santa.  You miss those memories, missing your parents dearly.

“Hey, someone gave me a brochure just now about horse carriage rides through the light display in the park… do you want to take one? We can grab something warm to drink from the coffee shop after the parade ends and then go end the night doing that,” Vinny asks you, genuinely hoping you say yes.

“Wait, are you telling me that you want to? Are you starting to enjoy this Mr. Mauro?” You ask him, nudging his side with your elbow as you smile.

“Not really, but I thought you would enjoy it and I like seeing you happy,” he admits softly, wrapping his arm around you when he notices that you are shivering.

“That would be wonderful, thank you for humoring me tonight.  I really appreciate you Vin, I hope you know that,” you respond before turning back towards the parade that is happening in front of your eyes with a smile. “I know this all seems childish but it reminds me of my childhood with my parents, this was my favorite time of the year as a kid so it means a lot to me still even though I don’t have my family to do these things with.”

“y/n, I would do almost anything if I knew it would make you as happy as you are tonight.  Don’t doubt that for a second, you mean a lot more to me than I think you realize.  You are an incredible person and deserve to be happy,” he says, hoping that you heard him but not so sure because you don’t respond. 

You did hear him, and you just don’t know what to say.  You honestly have had a crush on him for awhile now, having toured with the band for a couple years as their photographer now and getting close to the drummer.  Is this his way of saying that he likes you in that way too? Is this him thanking you for all that you do for the band?

You don’t have much time to overthink it before the parade is over and the two of you make your way towards the coffee shop.  Both of you buying drinks and then starting to walk towards the park that the light display is in, enjoying eachothers company even though both of you are quiet after his words earlier.

Vin slightly curses himself because he feels like he ruined the night, that somehow you figured out his feelings for you thanks to his words and are now upset or don’t know what to think.  

You are sitting there wondering if what you think he means is just that, does the man you have longed for over the last few months longing for you too? Is he just trying to be nice to you because you do good work for the band?  You genuinely don’t have a clue what he means, and are nervous about what it could mean.

The two of you wait in line for a few moments for your turn on the carriage, and when you reach the front Vinny quickly pays the man that is running it before you have the chance to.

“My treat, it was my suggestion after all,” Vin says softly, helping you climb up into the carriage before getting in behind you.  Both of you take a seat, the two of you close to each other as you slowly go through the park.

You admire all the lights with a smile on your face, not noticing when Vinny quickly sneaks a photo of you when you aren't looking.  He couldn’t help himself, the pure joy on your face was beautiful and he wanted to capture that moment, remembering how you looked right now.  

He moves so that he is sitting closer to you, his hand now resting on his thigh making you look at him with the smile still on your face, wondering what he is doing right now, what he is thinking.

“Y/N… what if this was our first Christmas together as more than friends and coworkers?” He asks you, his eyes searching your face as he prays that you aren’t upset and uncomfortable with this question.

“I would love that, have been hoping for awhile now that you would ask,” you admit, your eyes now meeting his with a smile as you lean slightly closer to him. 

Both of you stay like that for a few seconds, not sure if you should lean into each other, if you should be admitting this outloud. Both of you wondering what these confessions mean for the two of you, or if this is even okay given you technically work for him and his band.

He doesn’t care anymore, leaning in to you a majority of the way, but giving you the chance to break away if you don’t want the kiss he is trying to give you.  You take a shaky breath before giving in, closing the gap between the two of you as your lips meet for the first time.  Melting into the kiss before he pulls away.

“I don’t want you to miss any of the lights, we have plenty of time for more of that together.” He says softly, wrapping his arm around you as he pulls you close so you can continue the ride and watching the lights together, now both of you are a bit happier at the Christmas gift you just shared together.

When the ride is over you both decide you should probably head back to the hotel, both of you now freezing from being out in the cold and snowy weather for a few hours now.  He holds your hand as he leads you back to the hotel, both of you with smiles on your face from how the night ended.  

When you step into the lobby both of you bump into Rick, who looks at you both closely. 

“Looks like you had fun.  We were all watching a movie in our room if you two wanted to join us, I was just wandering down to get a coffee,” he says, suspicious that the two of you have finally admitted how you feel to one another.

“I mean I don’t get a choice because it is in our room right? But that sounds nice, what do you think babe?” He asks you, suddenly aware of the fact that you are both still holding onto each other and close in front of one of the guys.

“Yeah, that sounds like a nice way to end tonight… and babe? What, you suddenly have to lay claim in front of our friend? That concerned that I'll change my mind?” You tease him with a smile, Rick watching the two of you with a smile. 

“I knew something changed between you both tonight, I’m happy for you.  And he should be, I could easily steal you away if I wanted to,” Rick jokes as you all head into the elevator, heading up towards their room to watch the movie with everyone. “We all knew this would turn into a date for the two of you.. And now Chris owes me 10 bucks, he said that neither of you would get the guts to admit it tonight.”

“You guys bet on us, really?” You groan with a laugh, trying to sound annoyed but unable to hide your amusement.

“Yup, and I can’t wait to prove I was right.”

[stone-walls]

I am going to write the words I would tell my best friend if she was feeling the way I do.

Katie,

You need to remember who you are. Your worth does not rely on how safe you keep the secrets of those who have hurt you. Your sadness isn't contagious, but the pure light you bring to a room is. I know you are hurting. I hate that you isolate from me, I'm your best friend. We have been through so much together and I absolutely adore you.

You are not less valuable because men have touched you with their dirty hands. You are worthy of love. I would do anything to be loved by someone the way you love, and some people cant appreciate it because they don't realize what they have staring them in the face.

You aren't the kind of girl that happens twice. You have turned your pain into a charming personality, hilarious sense of humor, and you wake up every day in awe of what is around you. Of course you're burnt out.

You are not defined by the failures of the ones who have failed to love you the way you deserve. Your body is remembering everything it has been through. You are stuck because being stuck feels safe.

I love you, but you must put yourself back out into the world so they can experience Katie in the fullest. Everyone always tell you how magnetic you are, why can't you believe them?

Please start writing again. Please start humming melodies from your heart out loud. Please find romance and beauty in things again.

You are here to teach people how to be vulnerable and authentic. Your existence demands it. Quit shrinking yourself. Do what Justin said, exist louder. Reach out to friends. Meet new ones. Please, you deserve to smile so big and laugh with your whole body and make new memories with your friends.

I am so incredibly proud of you. Your story isn't over yet, it's just getting started. Please please don't give up now. I can't wait to see what you do.

[karlajoyner]

Sick (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys I hope you guys enjoy this one! I'm currently trying to work on the requests I have to get done but I somewhat have a good idea on how I want a lot of them to go....now I just need to write them. Also I do have a taglist if you wanna be added to it. Okay byeee!!

Requested by: @riverdalefan2019 (Tumblr)

Warnings: None

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I made my way into my shared apartment after a long day at work, exhausted after spending hours treating patients.

Immediately spotting a note on the countertop. A small smile formed on my face as I recognized the chicken scratch written on it.

"I tried to stay awake my love but I was just too tired. Don't hesitate to wake me up if you want to feel loved and appreciated!

                      ~ Charlie

I read quietly taking a look at the clock. 3:34am. He had a whole weekend to make me feel loved and appreciated as did I.

Deciding on letting him rest I removed my coat and shoes leaving them by the door before making my way into our shared bedroom.

I turned on the bedside lamp, straight away spotting my boyfriends body under the covers.

I sighed contently moving over to my dresser to grab a pair of pajamas when I heard the sheets begin to shuffle.

"Y/n?" A raspy voice called out to me.

"Babe. Did I wake you?" I asked worriedly pulling out a pair of silk pajama shorts and a cami. Placing them at the top of the dresser.

"No, no I was having trouble sleeping" He coughed sitting up. I turned around getting a good look at his disheveled appearance. A frown forming on my face. "Are you okay?" I questioned grabbing my scrubs from my bag and dumping them into the dirty clothes.

"I'm fine just a little tired is all. How was your shift at the hospital?"

"It wasn't too bad today. I'm just glad I have a whole weekend to recover before going back" I said watching him lean against the headboard. Slowly closing his eyes and reopening them.

"Are you sure your okay Charlie?"

"I'm fine"

"Yeah well as a nurse, I'm fine isn't gonna cut it for me"

"Don't go all professional on me now" He teased as I walked over to my work bag.

"I kinda have to it's my job as your girlfriend who works with sick people everyday. I have to make sure your not contagious" I spoke walking over to him.

"How've you been feeling?" I asked placing a hand on his forehead.

"Tired"

"Does your head hurt?"

"A bit" He sniffled. Stuffy nose.

"Open" I spoke taking a look into his mouth.

"How do your muscles feel?" I spoke putting the popsicle stick I had used in a ziplock bag to throw away.

"You tell me baby" He joked flexing his arm.

"Charles"

"Fine. Sorry. They're actually a little weak" I sighed sticking a thermometer in his mouth.

"I missed you" He tried to speak reaching his hand out to take mine. I quickly retracted it watching hurt take over his face.

"Baby I love you but your sick" I explained hearing the thermometer beep.

"I don't think I'm sick"

"Really? Cause this thermometers telling me you've got the flu"

"I do?"

"Yup. Which means your on bedrest until you get better"

"Nope. There's no way that's gonna happen"

"And why not?"

"Because we've had this whole weekend planned out with fun activities for weeks and I'm not gonna let a little cold ruin that"

"It's not a little cold it's the flu. And I'm sure we can find another free weekend to lounge around all day and watch movies"

"We we're gonna do other stuff too" He pouted.

"Save it Charlie. You are not doing anything that doesn't involve you laying in this bed" He seemed to perk up at my suggestion a smirk forming on his face.

"No. Not that either" I spoke a pout taking over his face.

"But-"

"No buts. You need rest"

"I can't. I've been tossing and turning all night. Can we cuddle?" I internally groaned looking at the digital clock on the bedside table.

"Charlie it's contagious. I can't risk getting sick" My heart broke as I watched sadness wash over his face.

"But I wanna cuddle"

"If you feel any better tomorrow. We can cuddle. Until then I've got to sleep on the couch tonight"

"Your not even gonna sleep with me" He complained.

"Get some rest" I said placing my hand on his cheek feeling him lean into my touch.

"I love you" I smiled sweetly at him.

"I love you too Y/n" he croaked out coughing afterwards.

"Night Charlie"

"Goodnight baby" He called out after me.

I woke up to sound of my alarm ringing. Wanting nothing more than to sleep for just a few more hours.

Unfortunately enough I had a sick boyfriend to tend to so I quickly got up, going to put a chicken soup on the stove. Just the way he liked it.

"Charlie" I sang entering the room to see a scatter of tissues around the bed.

"We ran out of tissues so I had to grab toilet paper. He sniffled holding up a roll of new toilet paper.

"I take it your not feeling any better?" I asked putting down the tray of soup on the dresser.

"Nope. I think it got worse. Which sucks cause now I can't kiss you"

"We have plenty of time for that later" I spoke tucking him back in.

"I brought you soup"

"Thank you for taking care of me"

"Of course baby. You know? We could still have a great weekend" I said picking up the dirty tissues and throwing them into the trash bin in the corner of the room.

"How?" Charlie asked blowing on the soup.

"We could watch some movies later in the living room. We'll just sit on different couches" I suggested.

"Sounds good?"

"Sounds amazing beautiful" He spoke in a groggy voice.

It had been a few hours of Charlie laying in bed while I did some online shopping enjoying the peace and silence in the apartment.

The two of us sharing small talk bringing up memories from the day we first met, to our first date, to the present day.

"Baby!" Charlie called out to me.

"Yes Charles" I toyed with the boy spinning around on the armchair at the desk.

"Can we watch movies now? I'm tired of laying here"

"Yes" I answered watching a smile form on his face.

I sighed settling down onto the couch watching as my boyfriend scrolled through the endless movies on Netflix.

"What do you wanna watch?"

"The notebook"

"Do you wanna see me cry woman?" He asked exasperatedly making me giggle.

"Awww your such a softie" I said watching him put the movie on anyways.

"I am not"

"Sure Charlie" I laughed once more as the movie started.

I looked over at my boyfriend to see him attempting to get comfortable. Rolling my eyes I got up to sit next to him.

"Come on" I said patting my lap.

"Really?" He asked making me nod.

"What if I get you sick?"

"Then I'll take a couple days off work. No biggie"

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course you big dummy" He grinned at my response placing his head on my lap. Immediately getting comfortable with a blanket on his body.

"I love you" He muttered.

"I love you too Charlie" I whispered contently running my fingers through his hair as the first movie of the night played.

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Jahmil French (July 29, 1991 – March 1, 2021)

We worked together on Soundtrack, and every single time you entered the room we all felt it get brighter. You were shiny, magnetic and so so kind. RIP and fly with the angels Jah. – JENNA DEWAN Really hate that this is real. @JahmilFrench you will be missed my friend. Thank you for your talents that pushed me, your energy that kept our little family on @soundtracknetflix glued together. I’m happy I was able to get to know you. Our work together def made an impact on me & You and your Mom felt like family back home. Today and everyday we will remember you and continue to be inspired to live and be great for you. Rest In Peace Jah. – CHRISTINA MILLIAN Honestly been at a loss for words since I heard the news. This doesn’t feel real. Jahmil, was one of the most talented actors I’ve ever worked with. One of the funniest kindest people I ever met. The life of the party, every room he would walk into he would always be dancing and making people laugh and smile. Too many good memories. Thank you Jahmil. Rest In Peace King. – AJ SAUDIN Heartbroken over the loss of our friend Jahmil French. We started on Degrassi the same year and I’ll never forget the day I met him. Jahmil was so full of energy and absolute joy to be around. The video on the last slide is how I always think of him, always dancing. He was such a special person and I’m so grateful for the memories we made. I still can’t believe it. Gone way too soon. He will be so missed by us all. – ANNIE CLARK My heart is so heavy.. Truly one of a kind. Rest In Peace. – CRISTINE PROSPERI I’m sick with the news of Jahmil’s passing. He performed Dave with such sensitivity and thoughtfulness and could make me laugh so easily. It was a pleasure to work with him and he will be missed. This is a real loss. Rest In Peace. – STEFAN BROGREN Jahmil had such talent and charisma that it would have been intimidating were he not also a real gentleman. He would show up to my house-parties with a crew of dancers and they would elevate the mood immediately. When life got messy he would handle himself with grace and levity. He was precocious. And his love for music (and dance) was contagious. He showed me Section 80 by Kendrick Lamar, made me appreciate Drake’s Houston sound… Wish I’d gotten the chance to catch up with him one more time, hear where his mind/dreams were at. – SAM EARLE Jahmil, your talents and energy will never be forgotten. One of the best smiles with the most beautiful soul. Jahmil, you will always be such a bright light in this world. – SARAH FISHER This one really hurts. Jahmil French was a truly kind soul and one of the most talented actors around. He inspired me with his confidence and support from the first day we met and will continue to do so forever. Thank you for everything you gave to this world through both your art and your humanity. Rest In Peace my friend. – CRAIG ARNOLD Much love to the entire Degrassi family on this difficult day. It was a complete honour to write for and work with Jahmil, an incredible actor and talent gone way too soon. – RAMONA BARCKERT An extraordinary talent and a bright light on and off screen. Rest in peace, Jahmil. – MICHAEL GRASSI So sad to hear about the passing of Degrassi cast-member Jahmil French. An endlessly talented & charming performer who was always fun to write for. Last time I saw him, he was nominated for a CSA for his work in the movie Boost and I was certain he was only getting started. RIP. – MATT HUETHER Jahmil was always such a kind person. My heart is heavy for him and his family. Thanks for all the good memories Jahmil, you really had an impact. I’ll cherish all the fun we had dancing at basement parties all those years ago. Still in shock. Jahmil will be missed. He was an integral part of the Degrassi family and certainly a huge part of my degrassi days. He always wanted to make people laugh and smile, a true joy to be around. Rest in Peace. – CHLOE ROSE Rest easy, my friend. Your talent, kindness and shining bright light will never be forgotten. – JESSICA TYLER Wanted to pay my respects to an incredibly kind, funny, and talented individual; Jahmil French. One of the first people I met on Degrassi, he immediately made me feel welcome. He disarmed you with a smile and his confidence and energy was infectious. You’ll be missed, brother. – DYLAN EVERETT Jahmil was one of the most gifted and effortless performers I’ve ever met. His vibrant personality lit up the room. Rest easy my friend. – MUNRO CHAMBERS I am heartbroken to hear about the loss of Jahmil. Jahmil was an extraordinary talent and a bright light on and off the screen. He was a joy to work with on Degrassi: The Next Generation. He brought an authenticity and burst of life to every scene he was in and infused his character ‘Dave’ with an airy lightness. Off screen Jahmil would always make me smile. He will be deeply missed. – LINDA SCHUYLER My heart goes out to the entire Degrassi community., but particularly of course to those who were closest with Jahmil. We have lost one of our own. Jahmil was kind, intelligent, extremely talented, and just a wonderful person. He was also of course an incredible dancer, and since I am the exact opposite we had a running joke that I had taught him all his dance moves. When I would completely ineptly do the Moonwalk, Jahmil would cheer me on, while everyone else would beg me to stop! RIP Jahmil French, your soul and presence are sorely missed. – STEPHEN STOHN A sad day for the Degrassi family. With a heavy heart I thank you for all the times you made me laugh, taught me dance moves, and gave me confidence as Adam. Thinking of all the memories we shared on and off of set. - JORDAN TODOSEY Thinking of Jahmil French & the entire Degrassi family today click here for the full post - LYLE LETTAU This one hurts me deeply. When I found out yesterday I refused to believe it! I wouldn’t except it and to be honest I still don’t quite believe it’s real. I love you and the energy between us was always genuine. Working with you was always a blast and you were always the coolest man in the room. Till we meet again my friend. – CORY LEE Terribly sad to hear about Jahmil’s passing. Whether I was his scene partner, or just a viewer, I was in awe of his sheer talent. A room was brighter because he was in it. A true performer, a great guy and a huge loss. #RestInPeace – JUSTIN KELLY I’m so shocked and saddened to hear this news about Jahmil. Jahmil was and is such a kind, fun loving, hilarious, full of life, hard working and professional person. He was my first real scene partner on a series I got to be a series regular on. I remember the day my agent sent me the casting for Degrassi. It said I would be playing Dave Turners love interest. So the first thing I did was pull up the good ol IMDB machine and find out who Jahmil French was. The same day as my audition a few mere hours later I got the call that the role was mine (pretty rare in this industry) I went in to do my fitting and thats when I met Jahmil, Spencer and AJ for the first time as they played an iconic trio on the show. They were all super friendly and nice to me and made me feel very welcomed to be joining the cast. I was nervous and 15 at the time. Jahmil was the integral glue that held the circle together and its would lead to an amazing friendship that I got to have with Spencer. I had only been slated to do 3 episodes on the show but I believe it was the on screen chemistry Jahmil and I had that lead me to stick around for longer. Jahmil always had a smile on his face. I would come in at 5am for our call to do prep and be so tired, but there he was hanging out in the green room dancing so full of energy and life. Jahmil LOVED dancing and he was really good at it too. And I’d ask him “How do you even have this much energy this early LOL” and he’d just laugh and smile. Any time we went down to block he’d be word perfect on his lines, hit every mark and bring such an amazing professionalism to the set it was mesmerizing to watch. He played every scene with a new beat that always kept it interesting and fresh. Jahmil was and still is such a kind hearted dedicated person who eventually really went on to flourish in his career and he will be deeply missed. Heaven really gained a new angel today, Rest In Peace and say hey to all the other pals up there. Spencer and I will pour one out for you - ALEXX BENOIT Rest in peace my guy. An amazingly talented actor who had such a presence on and off screen. – DEMETRIUS JOYETTE Jahmil was such a wonderful person to be around. so funny, so charismatic, so talented. and my god he loved his work. I’m devasted. Sending my love to his friends and family. In a year full of grief, it’s hard to comprehend how there can be room for more. And yet. Jahmil French was an incredible person, so full of talent and passion for his work. He lit up a room with his energy and dance moves. An easy smile and a natural charisma. He will be so missed. My heart is broken. I feel strange, announcing these things I wish I had told him more often. Reached out more often. The regret is acute. He deserved his flowers when he was here. I hope he knew how much love & admiration there was for him in this world. – AISLINN PAUL One of the most talented, kind hearted, funny spirits I’ve had the pleasure of building a friendship with. Jahmil is an icon. My love for him runs deep. Jahmil you will always hold such a special place in my heart. Thank you for being one of the most talented, compassionate, kindest, funniest friends I have. You were so loved. I’ll miss our dance offs. #Bhandurner forever. Jah literally won the title of most competitive goofball. What joy he brought to my life and to so many. So grateful for memories and deep convos with you, beautiful angel. Blessed that we got to be part of a big dysfunctional family together. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world. I just hope you knew how loved you were. I learnt so much working with this talented dedicated soul. Please send a prayer for his soul to go directly toward the light. – MELINDA SHANKAR Such a beautiful soul & a light to everyone around him. Rest in Paradise Jahmil. – JOELLE FARROW This moment will live in my mind forever. A beautiful soul, thank you for the years of memories and laughter. You’re a light my brother and I’m so happy we got to experience this crazy life together. I’ll always remember you dancing down the halls of the green room. Rest In Peace. – LUKE BILYK I’m devasted. My man, I swear I was just thinking about you not even a few days ago when I was making my new demo reel, watching all the old Degrassi episodes. So talented. So unbelievably wise beyond your years. You made one of the best times of my life even better. I’m so crushed. I should have called you. I dont deserve to miss you as much as I do now. I would always say my favourite actor on the show was Mr. Jahmil French. I would always watch his parts when going thru Degrassi material to either study my tech or to cut demos or whatever else. Not 4 days ago was I daydreaming about making some kind of new production with all of those talented people. My hearts broken. – DANIEL KELLY Jahmil was always the brightest light in the room. Smiling, dancing and making all of us laugh till we cried. Rest In Peace you beautiful soul. You will be missed… - ALICIA JOSIPOVIC This is absolutely heartbreaking. While I never worked directly with Jahmil on Degrassi, our paths did cross a few times. All you needed was 5 minutes with him to realize what a beautiful, talented, bright soul he was. My sincerest condolences to his family and loved onces. Rest In Peace Jahmil French. – ANA GOLJA Shocked & saddened to hear of Jahmil’s passing. Loss of such a talented and bright soul. Rest in Power cuz, I’ll pour one out for you, am so wishing this was a dream. – JAJUBE MANDIELA I join thousands of people around the world thinking about Jahmil today. A beautiful, joyful person to be on set with, truly intimidating on the dance floor, an all-around wonderful person to have known, gone just way, way too soon. Sending love to everyone who loved him. Jahmil, I hope you feel it too. – CHARLOTTE ARNOLD I didn’t know Jahmil very well, but in the few times we met, he was so explosively kind, charismatic and truly interested and invested in every interaction. I immediately felt accepted and got a sense of the deep compassion that so many others had expressed was within him. The impression I had always stuck with me and from all I have heard he was such a beautiful and loving person, the special kind that makes everything a little lighter. Thank you to everyone who has been sharing stories of their time with him. Sending love to Jahmil and all of you. – ERIC OSBORNE Jahmil was such a special human. A long-time acting student of mine, & my mentee. He was fearless and brilliant in his pursuit, and I’m so sad we won’t get to see more of his gift. I’m so grateful to have crossed paths with him, and I wish him eternal peace. – SALVATORE ANTONIO So sad to hear of Jahmil’s passing. He was so kind and so funny. I’m glad I had the chance to know him. You will be missed. Rest in Power Jahmil. Gone too soon. Will never be forgotten. – TAYSHA FULLER Even though I only worked with Jahmil for a little while he made a truly lasting impression. I remember when I first came back to set as Tori and I was incredibly nervous those first few weeks, but Jahmil was so welcoming and treated me and the other new cast members like we’d been a part of the cast the whole time. If he gave you a compliment or even said something as simple as “it’s so good to see you” you knew he genuinely meant it. It seems like a small thing but it’s hard to find that kind of authentic honesty in most people. He was an incredibly talented actor and always such a positive energy on set, and I’ll remember him for all those vibrant moments. Rest In Peace. – ALEXA STEELE This smile. This spark. This spirit. Jah I am missing you from this earthly plane we all love you. – MEGAN FERGUSON there never seems to be enough time… I don’t know if words can describe someone like Jah. He really was too special for this world. A true artist to his soul. I was lucky to call him my friend. Rest in Peace and Power Angel. you will be so dearly missed. – PAUL JAMES I guess I thought if I refrained from making a post, it would ease some of the pain.. but the more hours that pass, the more it sets in heavier. JAH. Mi familia. My brother. I am crushed. I have believed in you since the moment we met, and it makes me smile to know the feeling was 100% reciprocated. The purest soul. Always himself no matter WHERE he went. It takes courage to be that way you know? To have that strength. From Antigone to degrassi, to LA to NY you had EVERYTHING in you to shine. All the power, all the talent, all the intelligence the drive, the fearlessness. Your smile made me smile. Sweeterman jah, I miss you so much already. – SHANICE BANTON Dance on, old friend -through the clouds. I will see you on the other side. click here for the full post – SHANNON KOOK

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Stains - Part 4

Series Summary: An artist goes through a lot of things, sure, but having to deal with her ex on a constant basis wasn’t something she signed up for.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern!AU)

Warnings: None.

Words: 979 words.

A/N: Words under the cut.

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Peter sighed as he watched Y/N talk in hushed whispers with the new guy, who didn’t even bother introducing himself, and giggling like a child, her flushed cheeks annoying the heck out of him. “Where the fuck are Wanda and MJ oh my God.” He groaned, shoving some French fries into his mouth when the door to the restaurant opened.

It was not who he wanted it to be.

The last four men he wanted around them walked in, their coats in their hands as they seated themselves a table away, barely noticing Peter and Y/N. he sighed to himself as Bucky and his friends got some drinks and kept talking, remaining unaware of his presence, or so he thought.

“You’re so stupid,” Y/N giggled suddenly, a little too loud for Peter’s comfort as his face turned red, watching her bite her lip and nod to whatever it was the guy, was saying. “Of course I’m stupid, I have an oaf for an older brother sitting at home that I bear with, stupidity tends to be contagious.” He grumbled, chugging his beer.

Y/N chuckled and turned to Peter, leaning forward and ruffling his hair. “Where the fuck are the girls, Parker?” She said softly, and Peter swatted her hands away, scowling. “Peaceful, wherever they are. Why do I always have to put up with this shit?” he looked around and froze the moment he saw Bucky stare at Y/N, his jaw clenched and grip on glass tight.

“Oh fucking hell,” Peter groaned to himself, rubbing his face and stuffing his mouth with food. Peter was beginning to hate his birthday more and more as time passed. The moment his phone rang he stood up and rushed out, sighing in relief.

“Wanda where the fuck are you guys?” Peter hissed, biting back other curses. “We’re nearly there, why are you talking like you got a stick up your ass, oh my God?” “Because Barnes and his bitches are also in the restaurant and Y/N is almost completely wasted and latched onto an idiot.”

Wanda cursed and talked to MJ, before turning back to Peter. “We’re two minutes away, don’t worry.” Peter sighed and pocketed his phone, before walking back in, only to wish he didn’t.

Y/N and Bucky were facing each other, while the others were trying to hold them back. Y/N grabbed Bucky’s collar and seethed, “Why do you not leave me alone and just mind your own fucking business?” Bucky kept glaring at her and said, “You were getting too fucking loud and annoying for me to even drink in peace, you’re the one who needs to leave us alone.”

Y/N huffed and let go of his collar, before picking up a glass of water and splashing it on his face. Gasps echoed in the restaurant as Peter rushed inside, grabbing Y/N and pulling her away. “Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you?” He whisper-yelled, and turned to Sam, who was trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry about her, she’s definitely wasted.” Sam nodded, offering Bucky a handkerchief as he wiped his face furiously. “What is your deal with dumping drinks on me, Y/N?” He yelled, and she glared right back.

“What is your deal with faking a relationship for a year and dumping me for your side chick who looked like your ex, Barnes?” Pietro slapped a hand on his mouth as he turned away, and Bucky flushed a bright red, choking on air.

Steve put an arm around Bucky and pulled him away as Sam said, “Well, uh, that’s… yeah. I guess we’d better get going.”

Peter nodded and started picking up their things, when Wanda and MJ walked in. “Wanda,” Pietro breathed out, his eyes widening as Wanda paid him no mind, calmly pulling Y/N into her arms and rubbing her back soothingly.

MJ helped Peter by shooing the stranger away and picking Y/N’s things, when Y/N perked up to turn and glare at Pietro. “You know I thought you were just being nice,” she sniffled, wiping her nose. “Why did you have to wish me and Peter happy birthday today? It got fucking ruined!” She hiccupped, her head falling back onto Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you!” She hissed, making Steve and Sam jump as Bucky stayed silent, staring at her. “Take this cheating piece of shit’s side here too! I started this, right? I’m the reason why he played me like a joke, right? I’m the reason why he kept crying about his cheating ex and did the exact same thing to me! I hate you all!”

Wanda sighed and MJ said, “I’ll take her to the car, Peter get your stuff.” He nodded and MJ slowly pulled Y/N away from Wanda, saying, “Alright baby, let’s get you home.”  Y/N chuckled to herself and wrapped her arms around MJ, singing Baby by Justin Bieber under her breath.

Wanda waited until they left, before sparing the men a last glance. “Wait, Wanda,” Pietro started, grabbing her hand as she turned to leave. “Not now,” she said, pushing him away, and walking to the door.

“It’s good to see you again, little one.” Pietro said, and she paused near the door before walking out. Pietro sighed and turned back to Bucky, who kept staring at the spot where Y/N was moments ago, his face unreadable. “I want the pictures and videos taken here gone, call up Stark if you have to.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair and walking out just as the manager rushed over. “Is there any problem sir?” He said, and Sam scoffed.

“Yeah, about an hour ago. Let’s go.”

-

The next day, Y/N woke up with a major hangover and a buzzing phone. She looked over and her eyes widened as she read the message, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

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Love Pandemic

Title: Love Pandemic

Pairings/Characters: Ron/Hermione, Lavender, Paravti

Summary:  A disease is sweeping through Hogwarts. Students are falling in love here, there and everywhere, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. Not even one very cynical Hermione Granger.

Prompts: For QLFC - you don’t know who your soulmate is until you touch them

Warnings/Notes: AU, but canon compliant components for HBP. PS. I quite like Lavender and Parvati, but I am trying to capture their personalities from Hermione’s ‘no-nonsense’ POV. Mentions of disease and pandemic in a non-realistic meaning.

Originally published: August 15, 2021 on Fanfiction.net, ao3 and Tumblr

Reposted: N/A

Hermione barely managed to suppress her scoff as the giggles and whispers from the breakfast table floated into her ears. Lavender and Parvati, the school’s seasoned gossips, were talking about unconfirmed rumours again. 

This time it was Justin Finch-Fletchey, who had apparently become another victim of this month’s soulmate pandemic. 

It was all anyone was talking about these days — it was contagious if what Lavender and Parvati said was true. Romances were popping up all over, and it couldn’t possibly have been because everyone their age was developing hormones. No. It had to be some totally unrealistic things that — even in the wizarding world — could not be possible. 

How daft was everyone to believe such nonsense? So what? Justin had apparently gotten himself a boyfriend with someone in seventh year. Just yesterday Dean Thomas had been seen snogging Seamus Finnigan. That didn’t make it strange. Teenagers had been snogging each other in the closed-off corridors for decades. People were now only just starting to notice. That was all. 

“Neville said he saw it happen before his eyes,” Lavender said, loud enough for the whole Gryffindor table to hear her. “Justin was walking along to his next class, minding his own business, and the Ravenclaw seventh year — I don’t know his name — wasn’t watching where he was going. He knocked Justin to his feet, and when he offered a hand for Justin to get up they just… stopped.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, doing her best to focus her attention on revising her essay that was due for Transfiguration in fifteen minutes. 

“Stopped?” Parvati whispered. “You mean like… love at first sight?”

Oh, please.

“Yes!” Lavender squealed. “Exactly like that. It was like they were instantly in love, just from talking to one another. They walked off hand-in-hand after that, claiming that they were meant to be. They were… soulmates.”

Parvati inhaled sharply. “Really?”

Lavender nodded solemnly. 

“Can’t say I fancied him much myself, but I guess that’s another boy to tick off the list for us.” Parvati sighed.

Unable to take anymore of the nonsense, Hermione set her quill down hard. It clattered along the table, rolling to a stop by a bowl of scrambled eggs.

“Have you ever,” Hermione said through gritted teeth, “thought that maybe they hadn’t ever seen each other before, then when they did, they realised they were attracted and that was that?”

For a moment, Lavender and Parvati stared at her, blinking. It was Parvati who spoke first. 

“Exactly,” she said. “Soulmates.”

“No. Luck.”

“You’re an unbeliever, Hermione,” Lavender accused. “You don’t believe in soulmates?”

Hermione reached for her quill again and dropped her head, scratching out a whole sentence near the end of her essay. “No. It’s a ridiculous notion. How can you find your soulmate by running into them?”

“You don’t just run into them,” Parvati huffed. “You just have to touch them. You know, brush against them, or something. That’s how it happened for others. My sister, Padma, she found her soulmate by their elbows brushing.”

“Right,” Hermione said. “Of course she did. And tell me… how do I catch this disease?”

“It’s not a…” Parvati nudged Lavender in the ribs, and the girl closed her mouth. “Well, when it happens to you,” Lavender said instead, “You’ll know it’s true.”

“Of course I will.” Hermione picked up her essay and stuffed her quill into her bag. She scrambled to her feet, glaring at the two girls who seemed to have the inability to think logically. “Well, when it happens to me, I suppose I’ll know when I meet my… soulmate. Until then, I must get to class and I suggest the two of you do, too.”

She stalked away, knowing full well that both Lavender and Parvati would already have their heads together, gossiping about her. Or, maybe she would get lucky and someone else had already ‘touched’ their ‘soulmate’ and the news had already reached them. Both were magnets for such things. 

She was halfway to Transfiguration when it occurred to her that she had not seen Ron and Harry all morning. She’d been too busy worrying about finishing her essay that she hadn’t waited for them to crawl down from their room, rubbing their eyes from sleep. 

It was unlike them to appear for breakfast, but also highly likely that they were trying to finish off the essay as well, after leaving it for the last minute. 

She just rounded the corner when she spotted a crowd gathering out the front of the Charms classroom, blocking her path. 

Frowning, she went toward it. Had someone set off one of Fred and George’s products? They were nothing but a nuisance these days. She could set up her own shop with everything she’d confiscated in the past month alone. 

“Hermione!”

Ron was in front of her, giving her a look halfway between amusement and surprise. 

“Ron? What are you doing here?” Hermione questioned. “We don’t have Charms now…”

“No. Harry and I were on our way to Transfiguration. We were doing last minute homework… you know us… and… well, you know that whole rumour of this soulmate pandemic thing going around?”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Yes,” she said dryly. “Heard of it.”

“Well…” Ron laughed. “I think it’s true.”

Hermione opened her mouth to admonish him, but in that moment, the crowd parted and she was distracted. Because walking towards her was Harry. Holding hands with… Ginny. 

“Harry?” Hermione said. 

“I told you,” Ron said, and he was more cheerful than she’d expect considering Harry was holding hands with Ron’s sister. “I think it’s true. Ginny was lining up for Charms and Harry merely brushed her to get past and then they both kind of just stopped… looked at each other… and snogged.” He laughed again.

Hermione frowned. She watched Harry and Ginny for a moment, both wearing completely ridiculous smiles. She then looked back up at Ron, her expression sympathetic. “But… well, Ron… I think they’ve kind of liked each other for a while. Maybe they just —”

“You weren’t there, Hermione,” Ron said. “It was like they couldn’t control it anymore!”

Hermione decided to take a different path. “And you’re okay with it?” she said.

Ron shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe if I hadn’t just witnessed it with my own eyes, it would be weird, but it’s just… a disease, isn’t it? It’ll get better…” He side-eyed the happy couple. “Won’t it?”

Hermione smirked. “I don’t know. They say it’s soulmates. Soulmates are for life.”

Realisation dawned on Ron, and the smile quickly vanished. 

“Oh, Ron,” Hermione said. “It’s untrue. There’s no such thing as soulmates. It’s just… Harry and Ginny. You’ll have to get used to it.” She reached out a hand and touched his arm in comfort. He’d been intentionally ignorant to the obvious feelings Harry and Ginny had for each other. 

It happened instantly. Her fingertips had barely grazed him when he was suddenly illuminated in light. Ron, her friend, was… different. 

She stepped back, shocked by the sudden warmth through her fingers and the strength of her feelings she’d done well to keep at bay until now. 

If the look on Ron’s face was anything to go by, he was experiencing exactly the same thing. 

“I —” She had no idea what to say. She just stared. She’d touched Ron many times before. Just yesterday, their shoulders had brushed. But now…

“Merlin, it is contagious,” Ron breathed. He seemed unable to take his eyes from her. In fact, he moved closer. 

Hermione shook her head, lost for words. It couldn’t be. It was just a silly rumour that had started, an excuse for teenage romance. But the evidence — the warmth seeping through her body, her pounding heart — was overwhelming. 

She was a victim of this stupid disease that was taking down the whole school. And she… she liked it. 

And she was happy that Ron was her soulmate. It could have ended much, much worse for her. 

He smiled at her, and she smiled back. And then she stepped closer to him, drawing his mouth towards hers as if it was something he’d been wanting to do for a while now. Only this time, neither of them had any control to resist. 

They were soulmates. She could feel it, could sense it with every part of her. They were meant to be together.

Forever.

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15 II Spencer Reid

Summary: It’s been 15 years since the murder of your mother so you take the day off, while back home your best friend is trying to find out what happened with the case completely forgetting that every day for the past 6 years he would come over and stay with you. 

WC: 3.2k 

Warnings: Angst, the mentions of death, panic attacks, the mentions of depression, ED (kinda), Murder, Stabbing, Violence, Crying, Vomit, The mentions of Heaven I think I could be wrong I might have said above. -But just in case-  I used y/n but used a last name so I could make the story easier just replace it. 

A/N: I definitely cried while writing this one. Please let me know what you think ! This is one of my favorites !  THIS IS NOT MY GIF

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Notes: Y/n/n = your nickname y/n = your name

Relationship: Spencer x Fem Reader (kinda)

"The song is ended, but the melody lingers on." ~ Irving Berlin

15 years ago. fif-teen. Today was the big day. I was 15 years ago. Since my mom was brutally murdered. They told us they never found the murderer. That they tried to find every piece of evidence that they could but, this person is a pro. Every year I take the night to try and help solve the case but nothing has come out of it.

"Hey Garcia." I chirped picking up the phone.

"Hey beautiful. I know it's your day off but we really need you on this case." she pleaded.

"I can't. I have to go." I say softly hanging up the phone. Every year on her death date I go to her grave to talk to her let her know that she's not alone. I tell her about everyone and everything. I tell her about Spencer. Even though if she was here now she would tell me to stop thinking about boys and that there a waster of time. I bring her her favorite flowers even though they take a week to get to me because there rainbow roses. Her favorite. She says there way to colorful reminding her of everyone of her kids, never a dull moment. So I take the day to thank her for having me for bringing me into this world. I made sure her grave was put in the Jane graveyard. I wanted her to feel at home with her mom and dad. I always leave crying but, knowing she's watching from above only makes me have hope that I will see her again. Right at the time I get up to get ready I get a call from a certain Doctor.

"Hello Dr. Reid." I joked.

"Hello Agent Jane." we laughed at the joke both of us made

"I'm waiting for you." at this point I almost immediately stopped laughing.

"Do you not know what today is?" I asked quietly.

"No. Am I supposed to?" he asked. Yes because I told you. I told you what happened. I told you the date. I told you how she was murdered but I guess you forgot.

"No never mind. Look Spencer I have to go." before he can say anything I hang up. I sit there looking at myself. Black jeans, boots, and a hoodie. I nod before grabbing my bag and the flowers leaving and a bag I packed since I was going home. I set my things down and make sure the flowers are secured. I back out of my parking lot and drive towards the highway. Hey sweetie I just wanted to let you know I love you. Please be careful tonight I love you more than anything. Her voice rang in my head like it did every year on her date. I remember getting the call in the morning after seeing it on the news. I took me months to finally get up and move around and it took me two years to finally go and see her. I was 18 when it happened. My brother was the only one home at the time.

He told me he came home from the football game to see her blood all over the house. Justin wasn't home at the time. Justin being my step-dad. He told me that she asked him to go get roses for there anniversary coming up so he did. I cried for weeks on end. I ended up being taken to the hospital because I stopped eating. I stopped taking care of myself. I couldn't physically do it anymore. I couldn't sit there in the house anymore. I ended up moving out and starting college like my mom would've wanted she was the whole reason I became a profiler I needed to find out what happened. I needed to catch this guy but, it was like he feel off the face of the earth. The case went cold and eventually everyone moved on. Even I did I was finally happy. I made family at work. Nothing could ever replace my original family but they were a close second. I made a best friend. Spencer Reid. Even though he didn't remember today I didn't blame him for it. He may have an eidetic memory but, work was one of the many things that flooded that pretty brain of his.

Eventually after being friends with him it's almost natural to develop a crush -if you will- on him. Almost like a wildfire I did. I couldn't help but love him and all of his quirks. He could make the moon smile if he tried. Hell even if he didn't try but when he did and he let out a laugh it was contagious. Everyone would laugh. He was the heart and soul of the team. His magic tricks, his lectures about why the girl and I can't have more than five shoots and three drinks when we go out. - I really think it's the dominance coming out in him - but he says he just cares about us and doesn't want us to complain to him about our raging headaches in the morning at work. Almost every year Reid would come over and help me through it. I would never actually take him to my moms grave he just stayed the night before and made sure I was okay every morning for almost six years. I hurt that he forgot but once again work probably effected that.

After what seemed to be about a three hour drive and two bathroom stops I pull into the graveyard surrounded by the Jane family church our great, great, great, great, great grandparents founded in. This is where our family was berried time after time. Taking a big breath I see the street lights surrounding the graveyard making it not look as deep and depressing. I grab the flowers and a water bottle moving out the car and into the graveyard. I take a deep breath walking and sitting down by my mom.

"Hey momma." I say softly looking down at her headstone. Cheryl Jane. Loving mother, Wife, and daughter. June 8th 1970- August 25th 2005. It's okay rest easy momma-bear you've done your work. Just at the read  of that my eyes start watering. "It's been a year. A lot has happened this year. Emily has been working our asses off. It seems like cereal killers never take the time off. I miss you more than ever. I know Brantly does to. He talks about you the most. It's really hard for me to. Even though you know that. Anyway I'm sure you want to know the constant loop of my life. Well here it goes. Mom I'm in love with my best friend and he's in love with his and I know that sounds confusing but here let me explain in. He may be mine but JJ is his. I can tell by the way his eyes get big when he hears her talk or how his smile is or how he blushes as she talks but I get why shes beautiful. He's so in love with her mom and, it hurt's so bad but sometimes you have to get through the pain. Derek left. He has a kid so he went to be daddy Derek with Savannah. We have a new team member. Luke Alvez he's cool. Emily is the new unit chief. Hotch had to leave for a while. Recently it's been hard mom. I've barley been wanting to go to work in the morning knowing he isn't mine. Mom, I know that if you were here right now you'd tell me." I take a deep breath tears running down my cheeks.

"Don't worry about boys Y/N. Life is way to short. Go out start loving yourself, not guys. Because if one thing is promised in life it's you'll always have yourself. That and, that no one ever makes it out of here alive. So stop wasting time on him and, trust me I'm trying. I really am. I just need you to be here to hold me while I cry in your arms. Mom I'm 33 and I still need to cry into your arms. Mom I thought I would have you until I'm old. I didn't picture you not being here to see me graduate college. I thought you would be here to see me have the kids you always wanted to see me have. You always talked about being a grandma. I thought you could walk me down the isle as I'm getting married in your dress with our family ring seeing your smile on your face. God I miss that smile so much and what I wouldn't do to see it again. Pictures aren't enough. I don't know how long it's been since Jasmine came out here to talk to you but she's married now. To this guy his names James. I really like him. I can tell he makes her happy. There expecting. I'm going to be a godmother and a aunt. I never thought I would be this achieved in my life. The only thing is-" I couldn't stop crying. It kept coming down in waves of sadness tears escaping like no other.

"Well there's quite a few only things but the first thing is I just expected you to be here when I tell everyone the news. I used to remember running into the living room telling you how much I wanted to move to London and meet a cute English boy and have a perfect life. Well the whole boy thing isn't working. -obviously- but I got offered a job for a secret agent task force that goes undercover all around the world and helps solves cold cases from all around. I have to let them know by next week all I could think about was my family, and how if I left how hurt they would feel we've already lost so many team members but at the same time this may be exactly what I need. I would still come and visit you every year. I promise. Pinky. But I don't know I have a lot to think about on my way home. I could sleep in a hotel tonight but I just don't think I want to do that. But anyways I love you lots momma-bear more than anything. See you next year." and with that I placed the roses on her headstone standing up noticing it was starting to get dark I quickly go to my car unlocking it and placing the keys into the ignition and looking at my phone seeing as I shut it off to be more with my mom today.

4 missed call for Spence

3 missed calls from Garica

2 text from Spence. Click to open it.

So that's exactly what I did I look at the texts.

"Y/N please answer me. I know what today is I'm so so sorry I forgot."

"I'm on my way. Please just tell me your safe." I text back with a quick "It's fine. I'm already on my way home. Just leave me alone for the night please." I turn off my phone once again before heading on my way home. Leaving the busy road to much calmer ones.

"Mommy." I called out walking around the house. There I stood in a blue Cinderella dress and her clear heals with this sassy attitude.

"Yes sweetie." she laughs looking at me taking out her clunky camera and snapping a picture of me.

"Mommy can you pwease help me talk this off." my four year old eyes flashed on her. She laughs nodding her head.  She helps me take off the dress leaving me in my hello kitty underwear and heals. She pulls out one of my pj sets and looks at me.

"Let's get you ready for bed. Yeah?" she says. I nod sticking my arms up. She picks me up taking me into the bathroom.

"Can we pwease use the hello kitty bubbles." I ask with puppy eyes.

"Of course my sweets." she kissed my forehead. She lets the bath fill up before putting me in there and bathing me. Kissing me on the head, the shoulder, the top of my back, the side of my head then, my nose. Every time a little laugh left my lips.

"Stop mommy it tickles." I laugh splashing the water. She gasps

"Mommy." I say sternly. She gives me a look before continuing

"Yes baby."

"I love you more than ice cream."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Then I love you more than the sun and moon combined."

As the flashbacks come back so do the tears. I pull over to the side of the road before feeling my heart crack.

"Then I love you more than the sun and moon combined."

"Fuck." I yell sitting in my car all alone. My breathing increasing in seconds my hands shaking. I can feel the urge to get out of my car and puke. But I sit there trying to call myself. It wouldn't stop her voice, the memories. I grab my phone knowing only one person could even remotely help this but deciding against it I put the phone down. I bust my car door open before falling to my knees and puking whatever I ate this morning out. I didn't stop tho I couldn't but once, I finally do I stand up and go to my car looking for a bottle of water. Finding one a few seconds later I grab my to-go bag washing my mouth and and brushing my teeth with the water I had. I get back in my car which now my hands weren't shaking as much so I was good on driving. At a red light I turn my phone on waiting for it to start back up again. When it finally does I connect it to my speaker I quickly call Spencer. The phone rings for a second before hearing the uttermost thing.

"Hello." his voice sounded shakily.

"Spence." my voice broke. Fuck really.

"Y/n/n." he sighs realizing you.

"Spence I'm almost home do you think you could spend the night tonight I don't want to be alone." I whimpered out tears sliding down my face.

"I'll be there in ten with food ready for you." he almost said instantly. I nod knowing he can't see me before hanging up and making my way down the exit.

"Mom. Get out." I complained. I was 15 and I just wanted privacy.

"Come on sweetie talk to me." she sighs.

"No. Just leave me alone." I yell.

"Don't you dare yell at me I am your mother." she was now raising her voice. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"I wish you were never my mother. "

After saying those few words to her, I could see the heartbreak in her eyes. She did everything for me even when we didn't have money and it was just the two of us. Then at the time it was my mom, my sister, I and her husband Justin and his kid. I didn't mean to say it I was just mad and I always apologized for it still feeling bad for even saying it.

"I wish you were never my mother." The words were like ice. She stopped dead in her tracks. It still heart my heart when thinking about it. It still made me cry thinking about it. Which I already was but still it only increased it. I grab my bag walking into the apartment complex seeing Reid's car parked a few down from mine I knew he used the key I gave him to get into my apartment. God how much more obvious could I be. I walk to the elevator pressing the fourth floor taking my time up there. I open the door hearing his footsteps bring him into direct eye-contact. I drop my bad right by the door closing it as he held his arms open for me to walk into, so I did exactly that. I walk right into his arms. My arms latching around his neck his wrapping around my waist. I bring my head into his neck crying harder with each second the hug lasted. He doesn't say anything he just sways us back and forth letting us take in the moments. Enjoying having someones arms to cry in after a long day of crying by yourself. It felt nice knowing he was there if you needed him.

"Do you want to eat?" he asked. I nodded my head before sitting at my island. He hands me my bowl of Chinese food and takes his own setting it down on the side of me. I lay my head on his shoulder messing with my food with my fork. He notices it but doesn't say anything he just takes my hand way and holds it with his laying his head on top of mine. He took his head off mine and unlaced his hands before taking a deep breath.

"You need to go lay down you look exhausted." he says in a hushed tone.

"Can you come lay down with me." I say just as quietly.

"If you go get ready I'll clean up the kitchen then I'll come lay down with you." he says. I nod before walking a few steps forward before quickly turning around and turn into his embrace hugging him once again. I mumble a quick 'thank you.'  Into his stomach.

"I love you." I say once I finally let go.

"I love you pretty girl." he says softly using my nickname he gave me a while ago when I started using the nickname pretty boy because of Morgan. I walk into my room changing into a pair of shorts and his over sized Cal-tech t-shit. I brush me teeth once again and go into my room where he has changed from his normal dress pants into his flannel pants with a hoodie on. I smile at him smally but I could tell he noticed because once I did he flashed me an award winning smile holding up his tooth brush. I laugh lightly and walk to the bed letting him get in the bathroom. He walks out and get's on his side of the bed laying into it with me.

"Y/n?" he questioned.

"Yes love."

"I heard that they think the found the killer." he says. I sit up straight.

"What-" I questioned softly

"Emily said they found a note and a dead body confessing into killing your mom." he says just as softly.

"How do we know it's him?"

"He explained in the letter details only the person who did it would know his prints were found on a weapon that looks exactly like the weapon your mom was killed with and the blade matched and everything. Then we found a recording of him and your mom talking."

"When did you find this?"

"Today." I nod.

"So it's really him?"

"Yeah. It's really him." he says. I smile softly, our eyes finally meet. He grabs me pulling me closer to him. I take this as a sign and plant my lips on his. He doesn't kiss back so I pull away just as quickly.

"I'm-I-I'm so sor-" I was cut off by his lips on my once again finally feeling at peace.

"Our Life is made by the death of others."~ Leonardo da Vinci

[liquor-and-intellect]

Clouded- Part 1

In which Jules might or might not have feelings for her best friend, Harry, who is getting engaged to another girl and everything just becomes... more complicated. 

or

friends to lovers to enemies to lovers- it’s complicated

“Where are you even at right now, Harry? I don't see you,” I laughed into the phone, scanning the train station for the familiar broad shoulders and soft brown hair.

“Uh... I'm by a big sign...”

I plugged my other ear from the excess chatter around me. “Yeah, because that narrows it down,” I scolded and rolled my eyes.

Maneuvering my way through the crowd I felt a hand grab my wrist, spinning me around to the wide smile I grew up loving.

“There you are,” he laughed into my hair, pulling me into his chest for a tight hug.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I breathed in the smell of his favorite cologne.

It had been one long month since I had last seen Harry. One long month of hardcore English papers, late night studying sessions and the occasional all-nighter for an early exam. Even though we both lived in London, it felt like we never saw one another anymore. Between my new semester at uni and Harry's rising fame with his solo career, it was hard to sit down with the familiarity of a childhood face even for one moment.

I had been in the middle of closing my apartment door and wrestling the keys out of the lock when I answered Harry's call last week. He had been in the states working with the band on the new album and had just received the news that he had a week off.

“And I felt that we have a lot of catching up to do,” he had chuckled through the phone and my heart had ached with longing for our hour long conversations. It had been too long since I had sat down with my best friend.

“We do,” I had sighed into the phone.

Harry and I had grown up next to each, our birthdays only being months apart. Every memory I had was branded with a piece of him in it. First day of year one, first stitches, first prom... All of it lived with him by my side. I didn't know a life without him until I moved away for uni and he became famous, spending months away from me in different countries. The invisible cord that kept us connected was pulled so taut it hurt.

But the aching was subsiding as I leaned into his chest right now in the train station, the cord snapping us back together as I hugged him like I did when I was younger.

“When did you get so buff?” I laughed, squeezing his bicep. “it hasn't been that long, has it?”

He pulled away to examine his arm with thoughtful eyes. With a humble shrug he gave a simple, “Eh.”

I rolled my eyes. He was still the same Harry I had always known, the one that rarely thought of himself and refused to believe he was nothing but the lanky, over-looked teenager he had once been.

He gave me a gentle nudge. “Let's go before people realize I'm here. I'd rather pictures of me not get out before I’ve had the chance to see my mum”

He put his hand at the bottom of my spine, guiding me out of the crowd toward the waiting taxi. A warm London breeze slipped its way between us, blowing my dark hair out of it's braid and around my face.

“How does an ever-waiting Buffy the Vampire marathon sound?” I asked, settling in the seat beside him and taking note of the new stubble contagiously making its way around his jawline.

An eyebrow raised and a boyish smirk lifting the corner of his mouth, he replied, “I assume that implies pizza rolls?”

“When have you ever been over to my apartment and not been graced with pizza rolls?” It was somewhat of a tradition of ours to eat pizza rolls together. Neither one of us being graced with the ability to cook well— and a tendency to always overcook things when we did try—our parents gave up and started buying us the only thing that couldn't be ruined with an oven timer. The late nights in my basement watching Friday the 13th—or any scary movie we could get our hands on from my dad's secret collection— and the smell of pizza rolls dancing through the air had been our favorite thing to do.

The taxi wove its way across the busy street towards the corner by the university where my apartment was located. A tiny brick complex with ivy running up the side and a rack of bikes chained out front. It was small and my neighbors were ultimately quiet—although their cigarette smell would sometimes drift up to my tiny balcony— I was content. It was the quietest part of London that I could find.

Harry followed me up the metal stairs to my door, his tall figure looking strange against my lame potted plants and worn out “welcome” mat in the entrance. Turning the key into the lock, I pushed it open, the familiar melody of creaking hinges inviting us in.

“Remind me to fix that for you,” he hummed, running his hand across the dry bolts that held it to the frame.

I rolled my eyes at his worry, closing the door behind us.

My place was small and cozy. A one-bedroom brick walled apartment with dark wooded floor and a simply tiled I'm-not-a-chef kitchen. Harry waltzed straight into my living room, kicking his boots off and tossing himself onto my brown leather couch.

“How's Elaine?” I asked while walking into the kitchen to dig out the pizza rolls, thinking of the pictures of Harry and his girlfriend of two years that he had posted lately. She was a big- time traveling dancer, hitting the Hollywood spotlight with him all the time. Although I had met her on plenty of occasions, we never really clicked besides the one mutual subject of Harry. I wasn't sure if she liked me or not or just finally accepted my occurring appearance in Harry's life, but she was pretty quiet when Harry and I wanted to hang out- no longer the original reaction when she was completely jealous.

“She's good,” he called back from my couch, the noise of the television surrounding his voice. “she's actually in New York right now for Justin Timberlake's tour that just started. I saw her last week.”

I nodded, slipping the tray into the oven. Sliding Harry's legs out of the way, I joined him on the couch where he had started a sitcom. He laid his feet back into my lap without skipping a beat, keeping his eyes glued to the TV.

“You never told me if you went on a second date with that Will bloke,” he said.

I grimaced. Will had been a guy I had met at the student center a couple of weeks back. He was… okay, a Nike wearing, gel-haired and ready-to-party kind of guy. With nothing to do for a Friday night, I had agreed to let him take me to a restaurant down the street. He had been pretty nice, opening the door for me and laughing at my lame jokes. We had even had a pretty heavy make-out session back at his place, a well-deserved orgasm and a cordial “see you around” when I made a hasty exit.

“Because I didn't,” I mumbled, playing with the hem of Harry's pants by his ankles.

“Why don't you ever date, Jules?” he asked with pure curiosity. “I see the way guys look at you, you know you're gorgeous, right?”

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his last statement. “We didn't really hit it off, he wasn't that great. After I left his place… I just wasn’t feeling excited to see him again, y’know?”

“Left his place?” he inquired. “You went to his place.”

Shame settled in my eyes as I glanced down. While Harry was my best friend, I didn’t really disclose my sex life with him. I knew he had one and I’m sure he assumed I did as well. It just wasn’t something I ever felt was needed to be shared. I sighed, “Like I said… he wasn’t that great.”

His eyes glared into the side of my head until he used his foot to push my eyes to his, giving me a stare that was hard to place.

Swatting his foot away, I gave him an annoyed look.

He cleared his throat. “You say that about every guy,” he accused.

Trying to lighten the conversation, I poked him in the side. “I don't say that about you,” I added playfully.

He rolled his eyes and gave into our comfortable banter. “You're a mess.”

“You don't know how to true that is.”

 ….

“This was my favorite episode,” Harry said, nodding toward the TV and grabbing another steaming pizza roll off of the plate in front of us.

I watched as Buffy staked yet another vampire, not a hair out of place. “Mine too,” I agreed. “American television is just better in general.”

We had pushed my glass coffee table to the side of the room, dragging the comforter off my bed along with every one of the blankets I had in my closet onto the hardwood floor in front of the TV. Harry and I had huddled up with our backs against the couch, his long legs stretched in front of him and my ankles folded beneath me. I had a plate heaping with hot pizza rolls for us, Harry pushing one after another into his mouth.

“Do you remember in Grade 10 when you wore that hideous plaid skirt that went to your knees and no one talked to you for the rest of the day?” he asked, smirking at me over a pizza roll that had paused in front of his lips.

“Do you remember when you used to straighten your hair and would sing opera for every school talent show?” I rose an eyebrow at him.

He squinted his eyes at me, furrowing his brow.

I laughed, playfully hitting him in the arm. “It's okay because we were both losers together.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “We are quite the pair.”

He went to sink his teeth into the pizza roll, when it split in half and flung sauce across his face. His chin and cheeks tainted with the reddish sauce.

I laughed at the dumfounded look he gave me, my eyes watering and my side cramping. Harry's tongue flicked out to reach the sauce at the corner of his mouth, his eyes crinkling with concentration.

“Did I get it?” he asked, looking at me innocently.

I giggled and shook my head, scooting closer to him. “No, Harry... it's all over your face, bub.” I looked down as my laughter bubbled up again.

Crinkles around his eyes formed as he smiled at my laughing. “Well?” he asked. “Are you going to get it off of me?”

I licked my thumb and rubbed at the corner of his jaw. I knew Harry's face like the back of my hand, but looking this close at him within this moment he seemed different. I guess I never realized just how much he had actually matured. His jaw was structured, the valley of it dipping down to his chin and holding two full, pink lips. Lips that were slightly naturally pouted right now, parted and surrounded by pizza sauce. And the stubble he had let grow out below his nose and scattering itself back around his chin was something else entirely different— Harry wasn't that little boy anymore.

I knew he wasn’t a boy. There would be times he’d release new pictures from magazines, hair slicked back, shirtless, tattoos on display… but I tried not to linger too long on them. It was Harry. My Harry.

It made me think of the countless times we had gone places where people had mistaken us as a couple and our quiet denying, “No, no, we're just friends.” And I never questioned it. I never even thought differently until this moment.

Thoughtlessly, I ran my thumb across the valley of his bottom lip even though no pizza sauce resided there. His light green eyes watched me intently, but didn’t make any move to stop me.

This— this fluttery feeling erupted in my the pit of my stomach taking flight into my ribcage where my heart did this strange thing that didn't exactly feel like beating, but skipping or dancing or maybe even spinning.

With my thumb resting in the middle of his bottom lip, his mouth closed around me, framing my finger with a small kiss and it did strange things to my heart.

But he was my best friend and even though we technically weren't doing anything it was wrong to feel this way about Harry. He had Elaine and I... this wasn't supposed to be happening.

I removed my thumb from between his lips, brushing hurriedly on his chin for the rest of the remaining sauce.

“Um-” I stuttered, feeling shaky and almost way too light. “I- uh- I.” I cleared my throat and looked down as red rose to my cheeks- I have never blushed in front of Harry before.

He released a long breath that he must have been holding, not letting his eyes leave my face.

Wiping my hands on my leggings, I shakily said, “I think I got it all off.”

“Jules, I-”

“I'm sorry, I just... you know. Spaced out for a second... there.” I nodded with myself.

He sat up straighter, holding his chin an inch higher. “Jules, I need to tell you something,” he stated, his voice rough.

I put my hands between my knees to prohibit them from doing anything else without my knowledge and nodded for him to continue, he looked so distressed.

“I um-” he cleared his throat. “The reason I wanted to see you this week was...” His eyes flicked away from mine to anything else in the room.

I narrowed my eyes at him, confused by what he was about to say. Usually I could read him so well but after what just happened... I didn't know.

“I'm going to propose to Elaine,” he said, looking at his hands resting in his lap.

My heart chipped at the edges, but I wasn't sure why. He was my best friend... shouldn't I be happy for him?

“Harry-” my voice cracked, but I couldn't let it. I couldn't let whatever I was feeling get in the way for Harry to have everything he had ever wanted out of life. And nothing even happened, it wasn't like we kissed or anything. It was just a stupid thing that I got carried away with because I didn't realize how incredibly attractive he was. That was it, that's all.

I pushed a pained smile onto my face, refusing to let it crack any piece of me. “Harry... That's... Great- lovely. I'm so happy for you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me, letting his arms slip around my waist and his warm breath to brush my neck.

“I'm glad, Jules... Because if you wouldn't be okay with it, I don't know what I would have done,” he murmured, his prickly cheek brushing against mine.

“Why wouldn't I be okay with it, Harry?” I asked, trying to push the aching away into a far corner of my mind where it would never be invited over again. “You're my best friend. I want you to be happy… no matter what.” Even if my confused feelings suffered.

“I don't know... I didn't want you to think that if I married Elaine she would be the only woman in my life,” he said. “I wanted you to understand that you could still be there, you know. Even if we couldn't hang out all the time.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing out my next words. “Harry. You're like my brother, there's no way I can be pushed completely out of the picture.”

I wasn't sure if I felt him pull me tighter or if I wanted him too.

 …

I laid with my back to Harry on my living room floor, a warm blanket tucked tightly around me and my ears heightened to hear his soft snores. We had both talked a little while longer about me wanting to be a psychologist and him wondering if fame had completely altered his personality. And after a few pizza rolls later, I agreed with him that I was tired and rolled over when I saw his eyes were officially closed. I wasn't tired though, rather awake and alert and buzzing with electricity. Here was my best friend who was in love with his soon to be fiance' and here I was hoping silently that maybe he would chang his mind. Maybe he realized that... I don't know- I don't know what I wanted.

I wanted him to be happy, I was one hundred percent certain with every cell in my body that I wanted Harry Styles to receive all of the love he himself gave into the world. I wanted Elaine— or any girl— to wake up next to him every morning thinking of different ways to love him that day. He deserved all the goodness you could find in the earth's heart multiplied by ten. He needed someone to assure him when he doubted himself- because he usually did- someone to rub his muscled shoulder and tell him he didn't need to worry about things out of his control.

I sighed, hoping and praying to God that Elaine realized this. That she realized he wore his heart on his sleeve and was perfectly fine with it being torn into shreds.

Harry stirred in his sleep, turning onto his side facing me and mumbling something incoherent. I rolled over, taking in his peaceful sleeping face and wondering if this was the last time we could ever sleep next to each other without Elaine getting in the way.

Harry moved closer to me, resting his chin on the top of my head, my ear pressed to his chest where the melody of a steady beat rang through. And that's where I fell asleep, listening to the only thumping of anyone's blood I cared to hear.

***

“Want eggs? I know how to make those now,” I asked Harry who was just starting to open his eyes from sleep, stretching his large arms out around him.

I had woken up with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me. Quickly, without waking him, I had slid out and went to my room to sit on my bed and think of the cold absence from where I had been folded around him. I had been awake thinking for a while now when he finally started opening his eyes.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice nicely groggy from sleep, a silky melodious sound that I lived for. “yeah that sounds nice.”

I gave him a smile, loving the messiness of his hair and the droop of his eyes.

Harry shoveled plenty of my poor eggs into his mouth, he had always had an appetite and being a man didn't lessen that one bit. We lightly talked over coffee, Harry saying he wanted to look at some of the jewelry stores in town and wanted my input on rings for Elaine. I politely agreed and gave him a smile, even though it physically pained me.

Later, I tossed my hair up into a high ponytail, pulling my feet into a pair of chunky sneakers and a warm gray oversized sweater. The temperature had dropped in London and small drizzle was falling over the sidewalks.

I followed Harry down my apartment steps to the waiting taxi on the side of the street. He said he knew of a jewelry store on the edge of town where no paparazzi would bother us.

The small rain was still falling when we got out and I glanced through the glass windows to sparkling rings sitting on velvet cushions. Harry's eyes brightened as I walked in behind him into the immediate blast of the warm heater from the store.

“I don't know what kind of a ring to get her... There's so many,” he sighed, eyes passing over the diamonds in the cases.

As much as I didn't want to give my honest input, I knew he needed my help. I rubbed his arm thoughtfully, sliding my hand into the crook of his elbow to glance over his shoulder. The butterflies erupted again in my stomach, but I pushed them away. “What does she like?” I asked. “Does she want something flashy...? Thoughtful...?” I dusted my eyes over the yellow diamonds. “Unique?”

Harry looked nervous, eyes skipping from one ring to the next and before eventually shrugging.

“Looking for a wedding ring, loves?” said a balding man in a blazer walking from behind the counter. Leaning on the case in front of us, he looked between Harry and I with expectant eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” Harry told him, giving a slight chuckle. “and already failing.”

I sighed. “You're overthinking it. Don't worry too much,” I said, giving him an encouraging smile.

The man gazed over at us, a soft grin on his face. “Well, let's start with what you like, love,” he said, looking at me.

I stared at him for a second, slightly confused. Then, when it registered, I detached myself from Harry, shaking my head. “No, no, no, we aren't... together,” I said through a shaky laugh.

“She's my friend,” Harry told him, wringing his hands together.

The man nodded. “Yes, lad, so sorry. You lot just seem as if you were already married.” Gesturing to the two of us before moving on to a selection of rings. “If you see we have...”

I didn't hear what he said after that, because the thought of Harry here for me made my heartbeat impossibly fast.

It was a strange thing. Having a single moment that changed the way you looked at a person. Here I was, walking down the street with someone I've known my entire life—and here I was hoping that I would walk too close and our arms would brush just a little, just so I could feel him for a small moment.

I didn't want to feel this way. Even as his fingertips brushed mine, I knew it was wrong, but  why did everything feel so natural?

Harry led us to a cafe behind a few business buildings where the rain had finally died down. He had been quiet since we had left the store empty handed. I told him if nothing immediately reminded him of her, just to sleep a night and go back tomorrow, eventually he nodded and let me drag him out for lunch.

We sat at a table outside, the slick wind slipping up and around us, raising goosebumps across my arms.

“Why didn't you wear a coat?” Harry asked, looking away from the dreary sky to my awaiting eyes.

“I didn't realize hell was freezing over,” I mumbled, crossing my arms.

He sighed and slid off his coat. “And yet, this isn't the first time I've scolded you for not bringing a coat,” he said, giving me a little smile that warmed my heart after his previous sad attitude. “Here.” He nodded toward his leather jacket.

I've lost too many arguments on this subject before, so I greedily took it and wrapped it tightly around my shoulders, breathing in his cologne.

The waiter brought out our food and I didn't hesitate to hungrily pour sauce across my fries, listening to my stomach growl in response.

A loose piece of hair glided across my face from the gentle breeze, sliding across my plate and succeeding in smearing sauce across my cheek.

I gasped. “How did that even happen?” I mumbled under my breath, grimacing as I attempted to clean my hair of the food.

Harry chuckled, taking in my disheveled appearance before leaning across the table and removing the hair from my eyes and tucking it gently away. The tips of his fingers lingered behind my ear for a second too long before he removed it to wipe away the ketchup at the corner of my mouth. His thumb gliding across my cheek.

His eyes met mine and this strange unsaid feeling drifted in the space between us like someone I've never met. The pad of his thumb resting below the corner of my lips.

He swallowed. “Why do we keep ending up in these kind of situations,” he murmured, his voice low and unlike the Harry I was used to interacting with.

I grabbed his hand, turning slightly to lay a kiss into his palm and watched for his reaction. His eyes stayed on me and flickered with something that I've never seen in him before. “I don't know,” I replied back, my voice as soft as the inside of his hand.

He sighed. “Jules, I don't know what you're doing to me.”

I furrowed my brow. “I'm not doing anything.” I didn't know what was happening between us either these past few days, but if it caused Harry to look at me like that then the confusion was worth it.

He chuckled softly. “You're so clueless,” he murmured, but then dropped his hand to continue eating, leaving me feeling electrified and wanting to know what he meant.

The day went on like that. We would talk for a bit—never about the engagement— then we would brush hands or Harry would lean into me, everything taunting me and pulling this thought out of the far corner of my mind.

We had been walking down the sidewalk towards my apartment, our boots splashing in the puddles and my hands in the pockets of Harry's coat when he looked up suddenly, nodding towards the sky.

“Look, it's a rainbow,” he smiled.

I stopped and turned towards it, the colors skyrocketing from behind a building.

“Aren't they the strangest thing?” I asked him, not taking my eyes off of it. “They are just so beautiful.”

He didn't answer and I glanced back over my shoulder to see if he was still standing beside me. He was. His eyes glued to my face as if I held every answer in the world.

“Harry, why are you staring at me?” I whispered, pink painting my cheeks.

A bright smile immediately hit his lips. “Did I just make you, Julia Rebecca Lovewick, blush?” He looked back up, a smile of pure pride beaming on his face.

“You were staring at me like there was something on my face,” I replied. “and I was just embarrassed because the waiter was really cute and I couldn’t have that.” I gave him a smirk to hide the fading blush.

Crinkles appeared onto his forehead. “You're such a quick thinker.” He shook his head, beginning to walk again.

“You think I'm lying.”

“I know you're lying,” he said.

“Besides the fact that our waiter was totally checking me out,” I replied, his eyes rolling. “Why were you even staring at me?”

It was his turn for the tips of his ears to turn rosy.

“Oh my goodness!” I yelled, covering my mouth with my hand. “Did I just make Harry Edward Styles blush?” I shrieked, mocking him and stopping to stare at his annoyed expression.

He rolled his eyes yet again and continued to walk, trying to ignore me.

“You were looking at me because I'm beautiful, weren't you?” I said, jogging to catch up with him and giving him a wink.

“I thought we established I was looking at you because you have something on your face.” He still refused to make eye contact with me.

I grabbed his arm and spun him around to face me. “Just admit it, Harry. You've been caught,” I said, giving him a smirk. “You think I'm pretty.”

“I think you're a lot of things, Jules.” He popped an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

I tilted my head, silently asking him to go on.

He threw his arms into the air. “You act like you don't know you're absolutely gorgeous!”

I smiled. “I do know,” I told him, starting to walk again. “It's just always nice to hear it.”

We climbed the steps and stopped in front of my door. Turning around to face him, I said, “You know, you are pretty fit yourself.” I gave him an eye-up sarcastically, sliding my keys into the lock to hear him fall into a fit of laughter.

We walked into my apartment, both still laughing, where I immediately pulled the ponytail from my hair and shook out my dark waves. “That feels fantastic,” I laughed throwing the rubber band across the room.

Harry walked up behind me, taking me by surprise by running his hand through the ends of my hair, the laughter still visible around his eyes. “You should really wear it down more often, I like it better this way,” he murmured, looking up to meet my eyes.

I wasn't sure, but I think Harry was flirting with me.

“And I like it when you don't shave for a couple of days,” I told him, running the back of my fingers across the line of his jaw.

He wrinkled his nose. “Really? I like it but Elaine hates it,” he said and I dropped my hand, shamefully thinking of his girlfriend.

Harry and I were just friends, that was it. So why was I walking such a thin line?

My heart was pounding as I walked into my bedroom, the ringing in my ears increasing. I could feel it. Plain as day and cutting my heart into two, I had a crush on Harry. Maybe it was because he was about to be officially taken or because of the way his hair parted gracefully down the middle. This feeling that has been passing between us today couldn't have been one sided. If I knew Harry, I knew that he was acting completely different around me as well.

I didn't want Harry to leave me. I didn't want him to marry someone and absolutely disappear out of my life. What would I do without him? I had friends that I casually talked to or caught coffee with but Harry was the only one who I shared my thoughts. The only one who cared enough to know if I disliked the smell of cinnamon or the artificial taste of bananas in candy.

My heart was sounding in my ears and an unusual discomfort eating its way through my chest. I couldn't breathe, my lungs weren't collecting air.

He couldn't marry someone, not when I've just developed this crush on him. Not when I've realized that falling in love with your best friend could be the most natural thing in the entire world.

I felt like the world was closing in on me. The walls shrinking in and molding themselves around my neck and chest cutting my oxygen off.

I heard a voice, muddled and underwater, lift to my ears. I couldn't make out the words or syllables, but he was here. I could feel it.

There was something I was clutching, a corner of a desk or maybe a bed frame... I didn't know. Everything was blurry and running together like colors on a canvas. My hand gripped into the fabric in front of my heart, almost as if to catch it if it decided to jump out.

There were hands on me, clutching and pulling me up. Pulling me through the surface of suffocation and closing walls to the fresh air of my bedroom. Back to the present.

All I could hear were the repeating words, “I've got you. You're okay. You are right here, Jules. Do you feel this? That's me. I'm real and I've got you.”

I was closed in Harry's arms, the opposite of claustrophobia taking place and the choking fear subsiding in my throat. The warm skin of his forearms pressing me to his chest where his heartbeat was pulsing.

“Listen to my voice, Jules,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Match your breathing to mine. Just like that.”

And I did, I focused on his words and exhaled with him before taking a deep breath. We did that for a couple of minutes, standing there in the middle of my floor wrapped tightly in his arms both of us rising and falling together.

“Are you okay?” he mumbled, his thumb brushing underneath my eyes where I felt the moisture of uninvited tears.

I nodded, shaking from the incident and because I was slightly embarrassed. “I- I don't know what happened.”

His large hand brushed up and down my back, combing his fingers through the hair near my spine. “I think you had a panic attack,” he said and let out a long breath. “Jules, you scared me to death... I didn't know what to do.”

“Whatever you did worked,” I muttered, working around the shakiness of my voice. I closed my eyes tight into his chest. “it brought me back.”

He wrapped his arms tighter around me, pressing his lips to the top of my head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I shook my head quickly, I didn't want to feel that way again.

“Okay...” He held my cheeks gently, pulling me back to look me over. His thumbs brushed the edges of my face, his fingers following suit and caressing across the length of my cheekbone. He used his other hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.

I leaned into his open palm, taking note of the warm feeling of home it left me with.

“Jules, I...” He didn't finish what he was about to say because I was looking into his eyes and suddenly realized he was leaning towards me.

His lips pressing flush against mine, my heart fluttering towards the sky. Parting my mouth with his and fireworks taking place behind my closed eyes. Harry kissed me softly, his hands cradling my face and the strangest feeling being built inside of me.

My heart was beating too fast and I pulled gently back to catch my breath. Eyelashes fluttering open, I made contact with the dark eyes that were staring down at me, waiting for a reaction.

“Harry...” I didn't know what to say. I had just been shaking over the idea that this feeling was one-sided, that I was alone. Then he goes and does something like this...

“Don't, it's okay. I didn't mean—” he broke off and let go of my face, his hands falling limply at his side. “I was just too caught up in the moment and still shaken up over what just happened.” He took a step away from me.

I couldn't stop myself. “So you kissed me?” I didn't mean for it to sound so ungrateful, because I was still floating from the memory of his lips on mine.

He wrung his hands out, a nervous gesture he tended to do. “I'm so sorry...”

“Harry-” my voice cracked. “don't be sorry-”

“I'm going to go,” he said, and rushed out of my room.

No. I wasn't going to let him walk away thinking that I thought it was a mistake. I quickly followed him down the hallway where he was pushing his boots onto his feet in the living room.

“Let's just forget about it, okay?” he said, his back to me as he laced the strings.

“No-”

“It was a mistake, I just wasn't thinking-”

“Harry!” I yelled loud enough for him to turn around and see my angered expression. “Shut the fuck up!”

He stood across from me, the distance maybe ten feet or so but the electricity buzzing quickly through as if we were pressed together. His clouded eyes stayed on me, waiting for some kind of answer that I could provide that could solve the way we were feeling, something that could ease his pain from being with Elaine but still being able to look at me the way he is now.

But I didn't have an answer like he thought I always did, because I was new here too. So, I stood there like an idiot- just staring at him, thumping my brain for some form of words.

He sighed and gave a single nod, before grabbing his coat and turning towards the door.

It was then that everything happened in slow motion.

His hand, resting on the doorknob. My feet, walking quickly across the floor to him. Because I had realized then that I had no words to say— none at all.

I grabbed his face in my hands, turning him around to look at me. Not giving him a split second before I pushed my lips against his.

I wrote this on Wattpad when I was FIFTEEN YEARS OLD! I’m 21 now and thought this story deserved a fair chance. I tried my best to edit some, but it’s still a bit rough. Let me know what you think and if I should post the second part- HINT, the second part is already written, I just have to upload it ;)

[monstaless]

On The Low - Part Two

Author: @monstaless​

Relationships: fwb!Bambam x Reader, some JB x reader

Warnings: angst, smut, language, my possibly incorrect Korean (which I guess in the context of this fic is okay), some Vagabond spoilers (if you haven’t watched it yet, 10/10 highly recommend)

Song - On The Low by Justin Park

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this. I hope you guys like it though! The third and final part will be finished and posted, hopefully, soon.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

They were going on month two of their arrangement. Bambam had no complaints. She didn’t expect much from him. He didn’t have to text her everyday. He didn’t have to ask how her day had been. Although he still did both of those things fairly often as he would with any of his friends. They still had dinner together regularly and she still watched his cats if scheduling had him out of town. The sex was only getting better with time. He had no complaints at all. Not one.

He still hadn’t told anyone other than Yugyeom about it though. If he had plans, that was all he said. Just a simple “Sorry, guys, I’ve got plans this evening.” Though they all exchanged looks, none of them pushed for more information.

Yugyeom, of course, was curious about the situation and always had questions. Were they just secretly dating? What exactly were they if they weren’t dating? Were they exclusive? Was she seeing other people? Was he seeing anyone else? Did Bambam like her as more than a friend? Did she like Bambam as more than a friend?

He didn’t have all the answers though. He’d never done anything like this before. He wasn’t even sure that he understood the situation completely. It was like they were dating, but still in many ways it was completely different.

Bambam: Netflix and chill? I can supply dinner. Y/N: I don’t really feel that great. Bambam: Oh god! Are you contagious?  Bambam: Am I going to be next? How long have you been sick? Y/N: No haha It’s not that kind of sick. Bambam: Oh...do you need anything? Bambam: We can still Netflix and chill.  Bambam: I’m bringing you something sweet. Be there in 20.

He was on his way home anyway and didn’t mind stopping by the nearest Thai restaurant to grab her favorite treat. Especially, if it would make her feel even the slightest bit better.

She opened the door and stood behind it in sweats and a sweater that was way too big. His heart stopped for a moment. He was sure of that. He’d never seen her look so cute. He almost told her, but rethought it. Was this what he was missing out on most of the time? What would she look like in his sweaters?

“Sorry, I know I look terrible.” She must’ve mistaken his silence for disgust. She brushed a strand of hair that had come loose from her braid behind her ear and looked at the floor.

“No, you don’t,” he argued, holding the bag of food out to her in order to avoid having to say more. She took it and looked up at him before even checking the contents.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“I dunno. Depends on what you think it is.”

“Mango sticky rice?!”

“Yup,” he chuckled, feeling very proud of himself. “I thought it might help you feel a little better.”

“You’re the greatest!” She pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. “Wanna watch Vagabond with me?”

“You finished A Korean Odyssey without me, didn’t you?” he asked in disbelief. She gave him a sheepish grin over her shoulder.

“I couldn’t help it. You know how much I love Lee Seung-gi. He stole my heart,” she laughed. He did know how much she loved Lee Seung-gi. She swooned over him every time she saw him: TV, magazines, commercials. All of it. It was hard not to know how much she loved the actor. “Also, I couldn’t just stop there. The suspense was killing me. Do you want something to drink? I have hot tea.”

“Sure, I’ll take some.”

She ushered him to the sofa and he took a seat to wait for her return. She handed him a cup of tea and a fork for his container of sticky rice before sitting down next him. Then cocooned herself in her favorite fuzzy blanket and reached for the remote.

He shot her a look as she pressed play on Vagabond without starting it over. He looked at her in disbelief.

“You better start this whole series over for me, if you want me to watch it with you.” He made a face at her when she hesitated. “I’m not kidding. I’ll leave right now and take the sticky rice with me.”

She pouted, but went back to the episode selection to start it over. She scooted in closer to him so that she could lean against his shoulder. Then popped open the mango sticky rice and dug in.

“Oh my god! Why would you make me watch this? That poor kid!” He protested in horror as he swiped at his watering eyes. They were still only on episode one. She didn’t answer and he looked over to find her asleep, cuddled into his side like it was the most natural thing ever. His heart skipped a beat. He’d never seen her like this. She’d never fallen asleep during a show and she was rarely this cuddly. They’d never been in a position like this. He didn’t know what to do. He could wake her up, but then he’d lose this moment. He could let her sleep, but then she might miss something in the show and she’d be mad at him. 

He turned his attention back to the TV, but now he couldn’t refocus on it. Not with her snuggled up to him like this. He made his decision.

“Y/N?” he nudged her gently. Then repeated her name a second time. She opened her eyes and then, realizing where she was, sat up quickly. “Do you want me to go home so that you can get some sleep?”

“You don’t have to. Sorry that I fell asleep on you,” she murmured. “I’m just super tired. I think I’m okay now though.”

But Bambam wasn’t okay. The image of her sleeping peacefully on his shoulder was burned into his brain. A glimpse of what he could have if they were more. Something he could have every time he was home. This was one of the things he was missing out on. This was the difference, he realized.

She was hanging out with JB. She’d turned him down for JB. He tried not to feel betrayed. He knew that she and JB were friends and that they hung out regularly. He also knew that his request to hang out had been last minute and she’d been planning to hang out with JB for the past week. She’d told him a week ago about her plans and in his excitement, he’d forgotten. She’d even told him that he could join them.

He couldn’t occupy all of her time though and he had nothing to be jealous of. He’d agreed to this situation. Even if something happened between her and JB, he couldn’t actually get mad about it. He’d known all along that exclusivity wasn’t part of the deal. 

It just bothered him that it was JB. If it had been any other member, maybe he wouldn’t have felt so insecure, but he knew that she was into JB. She’d been into JB since the first time she met him. Everyone knew.

Y/N: Sorry that we couldn’t hang out today. Y/N: JB is about to leave. I can make it up to you when he leaves, if you want 😏 Bambam: You know that I’m not gonna turn down apology sex.

“Damnit, Bam. People are gonna ask,” she grumbled as she stood in the bathroom inspecting the mark he’d left on her skin. She shot him a look over her shoulder and he replied with a shrug.

“You can use makeup to cover it, you’ll be fine.” He hoped she wouldn’t though. He wanted JB to know that she was seeing someone. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so jealous of JB. Maybe it was because the other day, JB had asked him about her. JB’s curiosity was making him concerned that their arrangement might end soon. He knew that she liked JB. She didn’t try to hide it. She got all smiley when they were texting and if she was around him, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.

Lately, she had been spending almost as much time with JB as she spent with Bambam.

“What’s up with you? You’re weird today.” She pointed out as she sat next to him on the bed. Her annoyance about the mark had dissipated. She was genuinely concerned and he felt a pang of guilt for letting his jealousy get the better of him. “I’m sorry we couldn’t hang out earlier.”

“It’s not that. It’s just...work stress. I’m sorry,” he offered.

“You know you can talk to me about it, right?” 

“Of course. It’s just the usual stuff. I’ve got a lot of work to do. I should probably go.” He tugged on his T-shirt.

“Oh. Okay. Um, text me if you need anything,” she offered as she followed him to the door.

JB had seen the marks on her neck. He’d asked Bambam if she was seeing anyone and Bambam, still feeling guilty about being so jealous, fought the urge to lie. He told a half truth instead. That she was seeing someone, but he didn’t think that it was serious. When JB asked what he meant, Bambam explained that she and the man she was currently involved with were sleeping together, but that appeared to be the extent of their relationship. Jaebeom looked disgusted and Bambam felt a little bit of surprise that the truth had actually worked in his favor.

Until, JB spoke again and Bambam realized that it was actually quite the opposite. JB was disgusted that the man hadn’t committed to her. He didn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to call her theirs. Bambam pointed out that maybe she was the one who didn’t want anything more. JB made a face and stated that either way, the guy obviously wasn’t the one for her. Bambam decided to drop it before JB unknowingly insulted him more.

“You know that you don’t have to go home, right? You can stay here,” he offered as she started to get out of the bed. She laughed.

“Bam, I literally live an elevator ride away. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I know. I just figured I’d offer. It’s pretty chilly tonight.”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “My heating system works, you know?”

“Why are we still doing this? Why don’t we just make it official? I know you said that you didn’t want something serious, but this isn’t that different. I can give you whatever you want.”

“I just am not interested in being tied down right now. This works for me.”

“You like Jaebeom-hyung, don’t you?” he questioned, immediately regretting his childish outburst, hating how rude he’d sounded. She looked at him in surprise. It was too late to take it back now though. He might as well get his answers.  It had been gnawing at him for weeks. He adjusted his tone this time though. “Why don’t you date him? It seems like he likes you. You hang out all the time. Why do you keep coming to me?”

“Really? This has nothing to do with Jaebeom. You’re an idol, Bambam! You know what that means. Why would I want to date an idol, Bam? Why would I want to hide my relationship from the whole world? Why would I choose to date someone that I can’t be seen in public with? Why would I date someone who can’t marry me or have children with me because it means putting their job on the line? You said when you started this that you didn’t want anything serious!”

“Why didn’t you go for him first? Why did you choose me?”

“I just told you that this has nothing to do with Jaebeom. You made the first move, Bam. I told you the first time that I didn’t want anything serious and you said you were okay with that. You said that you didn’t want anything serious either.”

“That was before I knew how much I really liked you.”

“I don’t think that we should keep doing this.” She took a deep breath and shimmied into her dress. “I need to go home.”

“Y/N. Wait!” He tried to follow her, but by the time he’d gotten his jeans pulled on and made his way to the door, the elevator doors were already closing. “Fuck!”

He slammed the door and pressed his back against it. He was torn between trying to talk to her and just letting it go completely. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut. Who knew if she’d ever talk to him again.

Bambam was surprised to see JB in the parking garage of his building. JB explained that he was there to see Y/N. They hadn’t hung out in a while and she’d been pretty quiet for the past week. He was quiet for a moment before asking Bambam if something had happened between her and the guy that she had been seeing. Bambam shrugged and admitted that he hadn’t spoken to her recently, but he hadn’t seen her with the guy. He skipped the part where it was because he was the guy and they’d been avoiding each other.

“Geunyoneun manggo chapssareul joahamnida,” he offered as the elevator doors opened.It was his way of apologizing to her. He knew that she didn’t want to see him. She would’ve said something if she did. Instead, it had been radio silence. “Geugosi geunyoreul giun nage hal gosimnida.”

He didn’t wait to see if JB got on the elevator or not. He was pretty sure that he’d lost her for good either way. He would’ve settled for just staying friends, but he’d lost his temper and now he’d lost his best friend.

He couldn’t sleep.

When he’d returned home, JB’s car had still been in the parking garage. His mind couldn’t stop playing through the possibilities. Had she changed her mind? Was she taking a chance on JB? Or had JB just taken his place? He couldn’t believe that he’d let it go this far. He’d known that she had a thing for JB. She and JB had hit it off from the start. He’d gone into their arrangement knowing that eventually it would come to an end. He’d known that it would never be more than just sex. He’d agreed to that arrangement. How had he convinced himself that it might ever be something more?

He had never had the right to be jealous. Especially not now. They were done. She was free to see JB if she wanted. She’d always been free to see JB if she wanted.

[siren-queen-imagines]

Fluff Alphabet: Zach Dempsey

My first 13 Reasons Why imagine!! Hope you guys like it!!! If you do, expect more! I have one planned for Justin next! Also, such a tragedy of the small amount of Zach imagines on here! How can anyone resist that adorable face?

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about you?): Zach has always been in love with that smile of yours. It’s so contagious and he appreciates that your gorgeous smile can always make him. But also, if he had to go with that same question but one of the guys asked? Your butt. He love the butt.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?): Absolutely. Zach would love a family with you one day. Maybe not in the near future considering the fact that you guys haven’t graduated high school yet but definitely one day. He’s always loved kids and being able to have and care for a little sister made him see that he would love to have some of his own one day...and he hoped you would still be together for that.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?): Zach LOVES cuddling with you. He’s very affectionate with you so sometimes he’ll come up from behind you while you’re at your locker and wrap his arms around you. Granted he’s taller, but should he choose to bend down a bit, his arms will find your waist. If not, his arms will wrap around or rest on your shoulders as he holds you close.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?): Dates with Zach tend to be pretty low key events. Sure, he’ll take you out every now and then, but he prefers to stay in and watch movies or play games and have dinner. You guys spend so much time around everyone at school that it’s nice to have it just be the two of you. Regardless, you always have fun with Zach. Last date night, you both disastrously tried cooking dinner for yourselves and ended up ordering pizza instead. Despite all the cleaning, you guys found ways to have a good time while doing so. 

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)): My Queen and My Sunshine. Zach tends to call you both of those nicknames. You are the queen of his heart and bring sunshine to his life, especially on the days that aren’t so great.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?): It was a random moment. He’s always liked you and that grew but love...that was maybe four months into your relationship.You guys went out to a movie and had dinner at Rosie’s right after. You guys had went to see the new Avengers movie that had come out. You guys had a debate about Star Lord being the main cause of the snap because he interfered in the removal of the infinity gauntlet when it was thisclose to being removed. You were trying to make him see that he was emotional, and yes he was wrong but he reacted the loss of Gamora the way anyone else would. Your argument was so passionate and it shone in your eyes. It was just that moment he knew...it was love.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?): Zach? Oh yeah, he gentle. Especially in football, he’s used to the roughness of sports. He doesn’t want you to feel that. Plus, it’s just nice for him to have to not feel that with someone. One of his favorite things to do while you guys are relaxing is run his fingers through your hair as you practically use him as a pillow. Your hair is so soft and smooth, he wants to make sure to be gentle enough to keep it that way. There was also this one time in PE class that you had scraped up your arm. The way he touched you...feather light as he tried to clean the broken skin. 

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?): Zach always holds hands with you. When you’re standing side by side? He’ll always seek out your hand. His fingers will always lace with yours. Or he’ll put his arm around your shoulders and hope you’ll lace your fingers with his and rest like that. 

I = Impression (What was their first impression?): His first impression of you happened to be something similar to most people. You seemed nice but he didn’t know you really. He thought you were cute too. It wasn’t until you guys were partnered up on a project when you got to know each other and he developed a crush on you apart from the fact that you were attractive.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?): Zach trusts you implicitly. He knows you don’t like to play games so his jealousy isn’t too bad. He’s not much of a jealous person. It only perks up when someone, say like Bryce, Montgomery or even Justin, decide to flirt with you. He just doesn’t like it because they know you’re with him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?): Your first kiss only happened because you took the first initiative. Zach seemed so nervous and didn’t want to put you in the position where maybe you didn’t want him to kiss you so he would hold back. It wasn’t until date three you couldn’t handle it and kissed him. Zach’s kisses are soft but it’s weird that he can convey his feelings out in a soft kiss like he does. He tends to weave his fingers into your hair when it deepens, his free hand resting on your waist.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?): Despite you initiating the first kiss, Zach was the first to say “I love you”. It wasn’t long after he realized it that he said it. He was nervous and made sure you knew that it was okay that you didn’t feel the same way at the time but he needed to get it off his chest. You saw the tension leave his shoulders when he said it and the breath you didn’t realize he was holding come out when you said it back.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?): One of his favorite memories of his was the day he treated you and his little sister, May, to the carnival that came to town. His mom had to do something at the last minute and got Zach to take care of May...problem was, it was on the night you were supposed to go on a date to the carnival. He was so grateful that you told him to bring May along as it would be good for you and her to get to know each other. He still finds himself looking back on the pictures of that day and the giant smiles on both his favorite girl’s faces. May always looks forward to the chance of hanging out with you and Zach. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?): Zach definitely likes to spoil you. But his gifts tend to always have some story or thought behind them...like they’re a reminder of some sort of a funny joke or moments you spent together. He knows you don’t need everything to be happy and loves that about you. If he can, he’ll always try to make a gift for you.

O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?): Your favorite color always reminds him of you for obvious reasons. Another will always be your eye color. Whenever it happens to show up, he always imagines your eyes looking back at him in the way you reserve for him.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?): When he doesn’t call you his queen or his sunshine, he’ll call you the most basic nickname: babe. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?): When it comes to your relationship, Zach’s favorite non-modern thing to do  is to write you love letters and send them to you in the mail. He tends to do it that way because he likes that it’ll always surprise you and it’s something you can save. He once even used a cassette tape to record you a mixtape to go along with one of your letters. 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?): Rainy days in your guy’s town usually tend to be cold. So when he spends them with you, he’ll make sure you two are all bundled up with some blankets and some tea or hot chocolate. Then you guys will either play board games or watch some movies.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?): Zach cheers himself up the same way he tends to cheer others up: trying to make them smile or laugh. If Zach is alone, he’ll see if a comedy movie will do the trick. If he’s with someone who needs cheering up, he’ll try to find a way to at least put a smile on their face. He likes the fact that in turn usually he’ll hear what’s bothering the person. For Zach, if the movie doesn’t work, he’ll go for a drive in an effort to clear his head. Or he’ll call you and talk it out. 

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?): Zach likes to talk about a lot of things but his mind will either turn to the current sports season or his future. He wants to be a marine biologist so sometimes random fun facts will come out of his mouth, especially when you guys are studying together and he happens to be working on biology. He also likes to talk about May with you. You can tell how much he cares about her by the way he speaks of her.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?): When he’s alone, Zach relaxes with a video game or reading a book. When he’s with you, he likes to lay in your lap while you play with his hair. The gentleness of it all sometimes puts him to sleep.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?): Like a typical guy, Zach liked to show off his car. Who could blame him, that thing was a beaut. But he was also proud of anything that had to do with the sports he played. He took pride in hard work and anything that came from it, he was proud of. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?): Zach doesn’t know when he’ll propose to you. You guys are still in high school, but he knows he will someday. But he does know how he’ll do it. No matter where the two of you end up, he’ll always bring you back to the spot he learned about from his relationship with Hannah. It was a dock and it overlooked the water. He would take you there and most likely go into this big speech about how much he loves you and how he’s been so happy with you before he decides to get down on one knee and ask that scary but amazing question.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?): ‘Build You Up’ by Kamaiyah. He just can’t explain why but it resonates with him. You know why though. Part of you knows that it reminds him of Hannah. But also how he felt after his dad passed away that he needed from his mom.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?): Absolutely. He knew he’d get married one day but it really came to a head when he realized he loved you. He truly hopes that you’ll be the one he marries and spends the rest of his life with. He wants to propose to you...he doesn’t know when but he will. Sometimes he doesn’t care that the two of you are in high school and maybe you two can just have a long engagement. Just knowing the commitment between the two of you is there will hold him over until the wedding day.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?): Zach would definitely get a dog. He wouldn’t be picky on the breed. He’d just want a dog that he can play with and even have a running partner when he works on his cardio. Last he checked, all dogs tick those boxes. Hopefully, he’ll get to share the pet parenting with you.

[acopenhagenarmy]

RESPECT - 3

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au

Word count: 3.6k ish

Warnings: Mentions of violence, swearing and some fluff if you squint. 

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart?

Part one / Part two / Part three / 

Taglist: @purpletaehyung92 @jinmydarling​ @diefranzel​

You woke up the following morning after a good night sleep, something you were incredibly grateful for, because today was the day of your first classes. You didn’t quite know exactly what you’d be learning on this school, and whenever you or the boys had asked in the past, the answer had always been: “You’ll find out one day”

A quick shower later and you were out the door, walking straight for Jimin’s room as usual. It was a little weird that you wouldn’t be heading for the gym, as you’ve done every morning for the past three years. But you guessed it would be best to get a new routine as long as you were here, maybe the two of you would grab a coffee each morning like every other normal pair of siblings in their start twenties?  No, that didn’t really sound like the two of you…

You knocked on the door one time, which was quickly opened by a very bare chested Jungkook. He was beautiful, there was no denying that. He had a body that looked like it was shaped by gods. And even though you’d seen it a million times before, during and after workouts, it still made your breath hitch.

“Good morning Y/N!” He took a step aside to make room for you to enter their shared room. You looked around the space, it was bigger than yours, but then again, they were two people so that was only fair.

“Jimin is styling his hair, he’s been in the bathroom for ten minutes, so I guess he’ll be done in five” He laughed a little at his own statement, Jimin was known for being the late one and even more known for his hair.

“Fuck you Kookie!” You could hear your brother yell from the bathroom.

You sat down on one of the beds as you watched Jungkook as he got dressed.

“How did you sleep Kook?” You ran your hand over the tiger stripes on your arm, calming some of the nerves you had for the upcoming day.

He shrugged.

“Okay I guess… It’s kind of weird sleeping in another bed, but I guess I’ll get used to it. How about you?”

“Pretty good, but then again I think my massive hangover, the jetlag and so on had something to with it”

Jungkook finally put on a shirt as he ruffled his hair a little, something he had learned always made you a little sheepish.

“Sure, I guess sleep was what you needed then”

Jimin then entered the room making the both of you look his way.

“Hey you, what are you doing here?” He walked over and placed his hand on your shoulder as he squeezed it a little. The two of you had what people would call the twin gene, you always knew when something was bothering the other, even if you weren’t in the same room.

“I don’t know to be honest. It just feels weird to break our morning routine, so I just figured we could do something before class starts. I like that your face is the first I see every morning”

He gave you a big smile, one of those that made his eyes disappear into crescent moons.

“I would love that Y/N”

You knew that he would agree before you asked, but somehow you were still relived. You could almost physically feel some of the weight lift from your shoulders. Make you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

“So, what should we do then? I mean we can’t just sit around, that’s not really our style” Jimin said.

“How about we go out and explore some of this gigantic building, and figure something out?”

“You got yourself a deal sis!”

---

When you stepped into the gym for your first class you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips. The giant hall looked very similar to the gym you had left back home. The boxing equipment hang in the ceiling and on the walls, as well as the ring that was placed in the center of the room.

A man walked in and stood in front of the class, taking in every one of the young and eager people that stood before him.

“Listen up people! Every day, from now until the day you leave this place, will start here. The first three hours of every day will begin in this hall. This is the only place in this entire city you can beat the living shit out of each other, and only if I give my permission”

He was a giant, at least two meters tall, and almost just as wide, he had biceps that almost looked bigger than Jungkook’s thighs. An impressive sight, one that made you smirk a little. But unlike those doe-eyed women in your class it wasn’t because of his looks, no, a man like that had perfected his skill, and you were honored to learn from the very best.

“Pair up people, two and two and warm up”

You could see the spark in Jungkook’s eyes as he dragged Hobi to the nearest punching bag. He had a jump in his walk when he was happy, one that only enhanced his bunny looks.

You turned towards Jimin, as he held out his fist for you to bump, he smiled, and you returned it instantly.

“I guess we’ve found our morning routine after all, huh?”

You laughed as you quickly wrapped your hands to protect them from the possible injuries, and unlike most of the people in the hall, the two of you did it in mere seconds.

“Yeah we sure have” you laughed, but as your sentence ended you threw a punch towards your brothers face, one he stopped a centimeter before your fist would’ve broken his nose.

“You’re just as big a bitch in the morning in New York as you are in Seoul”

“Don’t worry brother, I’ll be in a much better mood after I kick your ass a few times the next few hours”

Your quickly redirected your other arm to aim for his gut, another punch he avoided quiet easily. Causing the both of you to smile. The two of you fought in the sidelines of the gym, just like you would’ve done at home, warming up the bodies and teasing whenever the other was to slow to block a punch.  

And not far away stood Taehyung, daydreaming as he watched how your body moved. He had never been a big fan of hand to hand combat. He understood the importance of knowing how to defend yourself without a weapon, but weapons were his thing!

Taehyung was what his members called a trigger-happy man-child. He always had a minimum of five weapons on him, and every single one of them was hidden. He might not be a geek when it came to computers like Namjoon, or a poison master like Seokjin. But he knew his weapons, and he had a serious doubt that he would every be caught in a situation where he would be without one.

“Look at him, he’s pathetic” a curly haired man close to him said to his friend.

“Shawn, please stop, will you?”  

At no point did Tae realize that the two men, standing only a few meters away, was talking about him. You and your brother had his full attention and he was captured in another world, a world of beauty, bruises and blood.

“Does he seriously think he’ll ever have a chance with her? I mean she’s the most powerful woman in all of Asia, if not the world! Does he really think he’d ever stand a chance? She’s the kind of woman who would eat him for breakfast, and not in a hot kind of way”

Jungkook and Hoseok both stood close enough to overhear the talk between the two men, and as much as they both felt sorry for the Min’s maknae, there was no way in hell they were gonna blow their cover to save his pride and reputation.

Shawn clearly had an opinion about you, and as your men it was their job to figure out if this guy, were your friend or enemy. And up until now he didn’t leave either of them with a very good impression.

“He might just be admiring their combat style?”

“Seriously? Because I really don’t think so. They are up to something, I’m sure they are. And don’t worry my man, when I’ve figured it out, she’s gonna be thanking me”

“She doesn’t really strike me as the type of woman that needs saving Shawn”

“She does, they all do in the end. They are women for god sakes!”

Hoseok cleansed his jaw as a raging fire took over his eyes. He stared at the man before him, and if eyes could kill, Shawn had been dead right then and there. Jungkook looked at his friend with concern.

Just as his brother, Jungkook could feel the rage in his veins, but he was much better at containing it. He had practiced that since his first fight. His emotions were put into his fighting, every single drop of rage, jealousy and lust was redirected into every punch of his opponent’s face.

Hoseok took a step forward, set out to give this person a piece of his mind. The only thing stopping him was Jungkook’s hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t do it Hobi, he’s not worth it and we both know that Y/N wouldn’t like us meddling in her business”

Hoseoks eyes had so much hate in them. His love for you were known by everyone except you, his need for you was bigger than his need for the air in his lungs. He wanted to protect you from everyone and everything, his life’s mission was to keep you safe. So this scenario was killing him.

A person falling to the ground was what dragged the boys from their discussion, and in the other end of the hall they saw Jimin now in laying on the floor. The laugh that followed made every man in the room stop and stare.

It was a laughter so contagious most of those who’ve heard it now had giant grins painted on their lips. Jungkook glanced towards Shawn, even he was affected even though he did his best to hide it.

“Imagine that Justin, getting your ass handed to you by a girl. Do you think he falls to the ground because she’s his leader or because she’s a girl?” Shawn said.

What he didn’t think of was the fact that the hall had been almost completely quiet after you had beat Jimin’s ass to the ground, so words that had previously been muffled was now clear to hear for everyone.

Jungkook had in a millisecond pushed Hobi out of his way and had now Shawn’s neck in the palm of his hand as he pushed the American boy towards the nearest wall.

“What did you just say about her?!” Jungkook was the strongest and best in hand to hand combat, he had dedicated his skill to you and your family and taught you everything he knew. You were almost as good as he was, almost. Which meant that when Shawn criticized your fighting skills, he criticized Jungkook as well. Something he most certainly didn’t appreciate.

Shawn smirked a little at Jungkook as you quickly turned on your heel and ran towards the drama that was unfolding only a couple of meters away.

“Jungkook!” You yelled as you curled your hands into fists.

You were ready to fight him, and he knew that. You’d done it before when he was out of line, and usually you were able to talk him down, but he was so close to seeing red and beating this kid up in front of everyone. Even if it compromised his spot in the school, no one disrespected you and walked away without a scar.

He lifted his arm to punch, but you were able to grab it only millimeters before Shawn’s perfect sculpted nose would’ve been ruined by his fist. You were fully focused on your friend with a stern look painted on your usually kind and beautiful features.

“Walk away from this Jeon”

You were able to pull his attention away from his victim, but you’d broken his spirit. He’d never seen himself as a Jeon, he considered himself a Park, in fact you all did, but you had to think of the bigger picture. And if hurting him meant he would stay by your side and finish this god forsaken school, well then, that was a price you were ready to pay.

He slowly loosened his hand from the neck he wanted to break and bowed before you. Then he stepped away leaving you alone and unprotected as he stood beside Hoseok.

“I know you don’t know me, at least not from anything more than reputation, but if I ever hear you disrespect me or my men again… You will suffer the consequences”

You turned on you heal to walk away as your eyes met Jimin’s who stood a little behind, he smiled. You felt you’d handled this right with no blood spilled.

“I see… In reality you do none of the fighting. Is that how the Parks do it? Huh? If that’s the case, then you are nothing more than a housewife who send your men into battle to die”

Jimin’s eyes lit up, a spark of playfulness took over him. He was a little pissed off that you didn’t have your katana with you, but then again if you did, Shawn would most likely had lost his head by now.

“Take his ear Y/N, when he won’t listen to you, he doesn’t deserve it” He whispered.

A sinister chuckle was all that left your lips right before you pulled one of Jimin’s knives from its holster in his belt. You swirled around on your tip toes and then, let the knife fly towards Shawn’s face. He didn’t get to blink, nor flinch, before the blade had secured itself a spot in the wall, and it didn’t mind the flesh that stood in its way.

“Learn to listen to those who are above you little man. I might be a woman, but that doesn’t make my unworthy”

You walked away before anyone had the chance to question what you’d just done. In the room surrounding you was all you could hear Taehyung’s laugh muffled together with Shawn’s screams.

---

You stood against one of the walls and looked up at the sealing as you tried to calm your heartbeat. You knew you’d fucked up, and you hoped that you’d be able to talk some sense into Dominic, so that he wouldn’t expel you from the school.

He stepped into the room and walked behind his desk without even looking at you. He threw his glasses on the table and after he sat down, he buried his head in his hands.

“You are making my job very difficult Y/N… I wasn’t expecting to handle something like this so soon”

You took a few step forwards as you said; “I know sir, and I’m sorry. But I just… I had to do something! It’s bad enough that people in my own gang start to question me and my leadership skills, but I need to put myself in respect while I’m here. I need people to know that they should fear and respect me, just as their parents fear and respect my father”

He looked at you for a few seconds before a sigh escaped his lips.

“I know. I knew it would be difficult for you, you are the first female leader we have, to roam these halls. But did you have to dismantle the boys ear Y/N?”

You looked at your hands and smiled as you rotated your ring around your finger. The smirk gave you a sinister appearance as your eyes went cold, the spark and fun disappeared in less than a second. And then you looked back at Mr. Holland.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” You shrugged.

What you did might not have been the wisest in the situation, the best thing would probably had been to kick Shawn’s ass in the ring instead, but the psychopath that hid inside all of you took over, and she wanted blood.

“Try using your words in the future, or at least your fists”

A light chuckle filled the room.

“Trust me sir, if I wanted him to die, I would’ve let Kook finish him. This was the better outcome. What I do is different from all those before me and those who are here this year, and if blood is how I earn the respect I deserve then so be it. I’m ready to pay the price for that”

You could tell that he was concerned, but at this point you didn’t care. You were no princess in need of savior, but for some reason you needed to make that very clear to every man around you except your father.

He knew in his heart and soul you had what it would take to do this, if you didn’t, he would’ve picked Jimin as his successor instead of you.

“You are a strong woman Y/N, but you are stubborn. There are other ways to command respect apart from spilling blood. I know your father has taught you that. You need to find a way to do that without becoming a tyrant, because they are never on top for long, in the end their people rise up against their oppressor. Find another way, find your way”

You stared him down as you held back the need to bide the inside of your cheek. Your arms were now crossed over your chest, you knew deep down he was right, and you hated every second of it.

“Is that all?”

“That’s all for now, but please don’t let it happen again”

Two steps later you were out the door. Your blood was rushing through your veins, anger building up in your chest. You saw nothing and heard nothing, not until your body was slammed up against the wall and a pair of hooded eyes were all you could see.

His hands were warm and soothing as they held your shoulders back. Normally every instinct in your body would tell you to run, but instead you relaxed completely as he touched you.

“Breathe Y/N, okay? Just breathe”

Your eyes darted between his and your body trembled as he pulled a little further away from you, but he never let go. You had never studied anyone up close like this before.

His brows were low set above his eyes, giving him a somewhat gentle expression. His eyes were small and turned downward a little, but there was a gentle and almost loving spark hidden in the brown irises, right underneath the cocky demeanor he tried so desperately to pull off.

You could see his lips move, but you heard nothing. They weren’t thick nor thin, but as he talked, they revealed a pout every now and then. One that pulled on your heartstring and made you smile.

Just like you he was in a trance, he had no idea why he came to see you, no idea why he wanted to make sure you were okay, but before he could even talk himself out of it, he was outside Mr. Hollands office. And now that you were so close to him, so close to being in his arms, he didn’t want to let go. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Calm yourself, don’t let the rest of them see you like this. You can’t let them know you are hurt by this”

You pushed him away instantly.

“I’m not hurt!” You spat out.

“Okay right let’s go with that” He leaned up against the wall opposite from where you were standing as he smirked with his arms crossed.

“I’m not!” You yelled out as you hit the wall three times.

By the third blow you could almost feel your skin ripping from the bones against the black brick wall. You rested your forehead against it in a desperate try to cool the fire you felt burning within.

A sigh was all he heard as he watched you. How your hell fell down your shoulders, he could glimpse the skin on the back of your neck. When you sat down on the floor, with your back against the wall to study your hand, he did the same.

“Why are you’re here Yoongi?” You never met his eyes, you focused completely on your hand instead of those beautiful eyes.

“I don’t know” He said, it was nothing more than a whisper, but you heard him none the less.

Yoongi cleared his throat a few times, almost to clear the air from the tension there was between the two of you.

“What are you gonna do now Y/N?”

“I don’t real- wait how do you know my name?” You smirked and once again your eyes met his. He almost lost his breath completely. He shrugged and started playing with the earring that hang in right ear.

“I have my ways, but don’t worry I’ll keep it to myself if that’s what you’d prefer”

A heat blossomed in your chest as well as your cheeks.

“Thank you, I’d appreciate it, at least for now. But to be honest I don’t know what to do, at least not right now”

He nodded.

“If you need help or just someone to talk to, I’ll be there listening and trying my best to give you some advice”

With that Yoongi stood up, sent a smile your way, and then he left you.

[theswiftarmy]

#30 - The 13th Song On The Playlist

William didn’t say a word, he just walked along with a small smile on his face.  Billie shared a glance with William and then watched as William and Justin caught eyes.  Billie found herself also smiling, unable to stop it.  Then Justin smiled too, it spread contagiously.  Everyone smirked and then stifled a laugh.  They felt giddy out of the blue while they walked. The giddy feeling ran through them like a potent potion.  The potion taking hold with each step they took down the street.  While they walked Billie Eilish sang Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.  This odd feeling overtook them.  They all felt strangely fine.  A little too fine.

“Billie.  We need to go back for Billie!”  Justin suddenly screamed out breaking the song.

“Justin, let her go.  She’s been Swifted.”  Billie said with a smile.  It sounded like she was joking but, on second consideration, she seemed disassociated from her Billie serious self, like she was talking about herself as another person.  Or as though thoughts were traveling through her brain from elsewhere.  They all momentarily felt like conduits for thoughts that weren’t their own.

“No!  I had to leave my cat on the roof of Big Machine, I’m not leaving Billie.  If I hadn’t left my cat, Taylor never would have catnapped Sushi and we’d still have Taylor’s master recordings, and none of this would have happened.  We wouldn’t be in this situation.  Billie wouldn’t be—”

“I’m right here.  Justin, I’m right here.”

“Oh.  That was weird.  I really thought you were still in there.  In that place, with the sound walls.”

“Nah.  I’m right here.”  She said with a small smile.

“Yeah, we’re out of the ‘Tunnel of Lover’ and we’ve entered some sort of new land of folklore.”  Kymmie joked with a laugh.  “And what comes next is anyone’s guess…  Right dad?”

Carl Lyle Lawyer looked down at her.  “I wouldn’t be surprised if leprechauns come out of some giant shamrock holding us hostage.”

‘Watch out for Shamrock Holdings.’ Kymmie Lawyer jotted down in her journal as a note.

They began walking towards the helicopter.  Right now there was no real plan, just get back to the helicopter, return back to Oak Felder’s studio, The Spaceship, figure out what to do next.  Get some sleep.  With no other means of transportation, no taxi, no Uber, not a single other soul in sight, they set on foot back to the downtown LA bank where the helicopter hopefully sat parked waiting on its helipad on the rooftop of the building.

“Hey dad.” Kymmie asked after a minute of walking in silence.

“Yeah?”

“What’s the song that mom likes, the one about having a fast car.”            “You mean Fast Car?”

“Yeah!  Fast Car… you got a fast car…”            “Yeah that’s her favorite song.”

“Who sings it?”

“Why?”  He questioned.

“Because I’m going to put it on my playlist.”

“Tracey Chapman.  One of the greatest songwriters of all time.”  Carl reminisced.  “You know I met her once.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  Before you were born.”

“Oh, so in the olden days.”

Carl laughed and shook his head.  “Yes, the olden days.”

Billie Eilish and Justin Bieber laughed, but then stopped when Carl turned a lawyerly stare in their direction.

“You know, you laugh, but it’s only a matter of time my friend, you too will get old.”  He said.

“We’re not gonna get old.”  They said back, “We’re too cool to get old.”

“Uh, it doesn’t work like that.”  Scott retorted back to them.  “Unless you’ve got some magic trick the rest of us don’t know about.”

“Maybe that is what is going on, maybe Taylor figured out a way to change time so she wouldn’t age!  Like, change the tempo of the world to slow down time.”  Billie thought out loud. “Or MAYBE she just wants more time for a specific reason?”  Billie replied to her own question.

“We all want more time.”  Justin replied.

“Yeah.  I guess.  Or to go back in time.”  Billie said back.

“Why would YOU want to go back in time?  You’re on top of the world right now!” Justin asked Billie.

She shrugged.  “I have my reasons.”

Kymmie wrote ‘Fast Car’ by Tracey Chapman in her playlist as she listened to Justin and Billie’s conversation while the group walked towards the helipad where the helicopter was hopefully still waiting.  She wrote down her entry in the number one spot on the playlist.  Although, she was pretty sure she had already filled the number one spot, but now she wasn’t so positive, “Why is the first spot blank?” she thought “Was the first spot blank?”, maybe she started on number two and not number one.  She wasn’t sure of anything at the moment.  It was a bit like that scene in the movie Labyrinth, the one with the two doors, someone keeps changing the arrows around, but for Kymmie, someone changed the songs around, she was sure of it.  But, pen and paper doesn’t move, it’s not like a computer screen, it’s not like a phone, or a tablet.  PEN WRITTEN ON PAPER CAN’T JUST CHANGE ALL ON ITS OWN!  That’s just not possible, she told herself.  It’s not possible, right?  Then she thought for a moment and forgetting she was walking down the street with a group, said to herself out loud.  “Oohhh, I’m going to put a Post Malone song after that song.”

“What?!  You can’t put a Post Malone song after a Tracey Chapman song.”  Carl shook his head.

“It’s my playlist, I can do whatever I want!”  Kymmie beamed back.

“Well, alright.”  Her dad let her have the win.  He wasn’t about to argue her on her own playlist.  If it were his playlist, he’d have it differently.  Start it off with a little bit of Stevie Wonder, nothing like singing along to Superstition.  That song never gets old!

Who was going to question Kymmie’s playlist, it’s her playlist now, she found the notebook, finder’s keepers.  She smiled at the journal in her hands, she inspected the front cover, worn brown leather, zodiac symbols in a circle around a young woman, long flowing hair, as though the young woman’s hair were being blown by a gust with the wind.  As she shifted the journal in the light, it looked as though it moved, the leaf shapes around the woman seemed to move past her.  She flipped it over to inspect the back of it.  Then she inspected the inside front and back cover.  She noticed at the very bottom of the last page “ME”.   ME?  Why is the E backwards?  Kymmie thought.  Then she flipped it upside down.  EW?  Hmmm… Weird.  Maybe they’re someone’s initials… EW.  Hmmm… EW….  Well, ME with a backwards E or, she flipped the diary around again, EW, or ME-EW, whoever you are, this journal is mine now.  If you come looking for it, you can have it back, but for now, it’s mine.  She pulled out her pen holding it just above the paper.

1) Fast Car

2) Wow.  

“I would probably say wow to having a fast car, if I had a fast car.”  She said aloud as she wrote on her playlist, she continued talking,  “And then Billie and Justin go after that, so let’s see Billie and Justin and everyone else are driving in the fast car saying wow.”

Will B walked beside Kymmie as she wrote in the journal and talked.  No words, just a grin.  He took one big giant step for every two of her tiny steps.  His legs shooting out far in front of him.  His tall lanky body nearly twice the height of Kymmie.

“Hmmm and then I’ll put a Pedro The Lion song after that.  What do you think Will?”

Will smiled as she showed him the book.

1) Fast Car

2) Wow.

3) Billie + Justin + Everyone else

4) Pedro the Lion

“Wait, timeout, you know who Pedro The Lion is, but you didn’t know who The Beatles are?”  Billie asked.

“Well, there’s this boy I like in one of my classes, and he really likes Pedro The Lion, and I really like the boy, so I like his music.”

“You shouldn’t like music that people like just because you like them.”  Someone said, but Kymmie wasn’t sure who said it.  Maybe she said it to herself.  Or maybe it was Billie.  It was like hearing your own voice in a recording.

“I don’t know, I mean, it’s a good way to get introduced to new music.  Plus, you always have the music.  You may not always have that person.  But you’ll always have the music.”  Justin said to Kymmie, like he was replying to her.  Maybe she did say that.  Maybe she was trying to convince herself not to like the boy in her class.  Or maybe it was the music she liked, and not the boy.  How do you know you really like someone or something… or is it that you just like something about that someone or that you like something about SOME thing?  Did you fall in love with the person in the moment, or did you just fall in love with that moment you spent with that person?  What’s the phrase my ex once said to me, ‘You were just in love with being in love.’  Perhaps.  I had no witty response to her, what else could I say, she started the phone call with ‘I’m hanging up if the next words out of your mouth are anything but goodbye.’  All I could do was listen to what she had to say or say goodbye, so I listened.

“Let’s see, so then after Fast Car, then Wow. with Post Malone, then there’s a lion!  Maybe his name is Pedro.  I don’t know.”

“Are you making a story out of your playlist?”  Billie asked Kymmie.

“Maybe.  That’s just how I make my playlists, I connect the songs together from one to the next by thinking out loud.  Oooo, I like that song too, I’ll put Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran on my playlist.  So, let’s see, there’s a lion, then I have to think out loud about the lion.  And someone yells ‘There’s a lion!’  Why is there a lion?  And everyone is like, WHY IS THERE A LION? And it’s just like, I don’t know, there just is.  Because that’s what song is currently on.  Just shut up and dance with me.  Ooooo, I like that song too, but I don’t know if I want it on this playlist.”

           “You’re so weird.”  Billie said to Kymmie.

           “I mean, we’re all a little weird.”  She replied.

Billie smiled, “Okay let me see your playlist so far.”

           She held up the notebook. “How come we can’t each get our own line?  If this were an actual playlist on a streaming device we wouldn’t all just be one song.”

           “What’s wrong with a song with a whole bunch of people in it?”  Carl asked.  .  “One of the best songs of all time had LOTS of people in it!”  He reminisced to the day that song was released.  “We are the world…. We are the children…” He began to sing.  “We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving.”

“Father, are you singing another song from the olden days?”

“Yes, daughter.  And it’s a good song too!”

She rolled her eyes, “Fine, I’ll put everyone on their own line.”  She added everyone to their own line on the playlist.

Billie thought of something as she looked at the list.  “Kymmie, can you add Finneas beside my name?  I just, don’t know where he is, and…  It would just feel better if you could add him.”

           Sure, Kymmie shrugged.  “I don’t see why not!”

1) Tracey Chapman - Fast Car

2) Post Malone - Wow.

5) Justin Bieber +friends (“+friends” is crossed out so it’s just Justin Bieber)

6) Billie Eilish

7) Oak Felder

8) Scott Borchetta

9) Kanye West

10) Lizzo

11) Will Way

3) Pedro the Lion – Yellow Bike

4) Ed Sheeran - Thinking Outloud

12) Lady Gaga - Paparazzi

6B) Finneas

“So, there’s a fast car, then everyone is like WOW!  Then we’re all in the fast car and then there’s a lion on a yellow bike and we’re all like, let’s think about this, and we think outloud and then, the paparazzi show up.”

Billie and Justin laughed.  William Way’s grin grew larger and he let out a good sized chuckle.  A full belly laugh.  His tall and lanky frame shaking from the belly outward.

“Sounds like a good story.”  Carl said to his daughter.

“They’re kind of out of order, but I’ll just make a new list later on a fresh page once I get the playlist right.  Paper is so weird.  You know, like I have to make a WHOLE NEW LIST on ANOTHER PAGE, I can’t just drag and drop and reorder.”  Her dad laughed.

“It’s a tough life you have to live.”  Carl smiled.  “You should try being a lawyer.”

“What?  Why?  Isn’t everything like, online, or whatever?”  She replied to her dad.

“How many times have you been in my office and seen stacks of paper?”  Carl quizzed her.

“Ummmm… I don’t know, I always thought you just did that to impress mom.”

“Yes, that was the key to your mother’s heart.  All my boxes of legal paperwork.  She married me because she’s attracted to guys who file lots of paperwork.”

Kymmie rolled her eyes again then thumbed through the pages some more and found a doodle of a cardigan.  “That’s weird.”

“Well, like you said… We’re all a little weird.”

“No, dad, not what you’re talking about.  This.”

“What?”  Billie asked.

“That’s the same…”  She started to tell Billie about the cardigan wearing cat in the smoke shape tree from the Regina Spektor echo chamber.  “Nevermind.”   No one else had seen it.  She was sure she was the only one who had seen the cat in the tree wearing a cardigan, then she noticed the peacock.  The same one from the echo rooms.

“You okay?”  Billie looked at her with a concerned look.

“Yeah, just, this… book… or journal, or whatever, is weird.  I wonder who it belonged to?”  She turned the page and two cardigans were drawn in the margin, no, make that three, or four?  She turned the page again; the whole page was full of them.  She held the book up to the light again, lots of cardigans showed, faded, but they were there.  If you look at it from an arm’s length you can only see just one, but as you look closer, there’s more, then a whole bunch of them… It’s like they were multiplying, out of nowhere, more and more cardigans… cardigans taking over everything!

She looked back at her playlist.  A thirteenth song had appeared.

13) Jack Leopards & The Dolphin Club – Look What You Made Me Do

“What?  I didn’t add that.”  Kymmie whispered to herself.  “This playlist is adding songs on its own, that’s not fair, this is supposed to be my playlist.”  She tried to scratch out song number 13 on her playlist with her pen but the markings quickly faded away.  “WHAT!  This isn’t fair!!!  This playlist is changing on its own—”

“Ummm… guys there are some people following us.”  Lizzo announced to the group.  Kymmie looked up from her journal.  Everyone looked back.

Instinctively the women pulled out their car keys and held them between their fingers.  Kymmie held her dad’s pen, ready to poke an eyeball out.  The guys did nothing different.

They turned around to see a small group had appeared in the distance on the same street behind them.  The group had one oddly specific commonality:  They were all wearing cardigans.  The women lowered their makeshift weapons, feeling that their lives were not in immediate danger.

“Who ARE they?”  Kymmie held up her journal book and spoke to it as she matched up the cardigans on the pages with the cardigans in the street, “Who ARE you?”  She asked the book… a small heart appeared on the page—a tiny hand drawn outline of a heart appeared in the middle of the page surrounded by hand drawn cardigans.

@taylorswift

[migleefulmoments]

What the fuck! What are they saying now? That she never goes grocery shopping? They're so ridiculous...

It’s amazing to me how dumb they are. Their criticisms that “Mia” never grocery shopped until the pap caught “her” (Darren-standing right next to her - is given a free pass) is as stupid as Trump’s accusation that doctors and nurses are stealing masks because they suddenly needed 300K masks this week when they used 2K last week. Medical staff in NYC are suddenly faced with extreme numbers of patients with a highly contagious respiratory disease and the only place a pap will hope to catch a celeb right now is at the grocery store or hiking the canyon. Paps don’t get sick pay and nobody is going anywhere else so hanging out at whatever Hollywood’s latest hotspot is would be a huge waste of time. The tinhatters should be criticizing the photographer for believing he is “essential” during Covid and still taking celeb pictures-not criticizing Mia for needing food. I will say they probably both didnt’ need to go out but I saw couples shopping here too when I went a week ago. 

Cassie announced that nobody actually grocery shops anymore-they all use delivery. I can promise Cassie that most people still go to the grocery store and I know this because I go and I see how busy the stores still are (before Covid and now). I would imagine that getting groceries delivered in LA is pretty tough right now. In an area with lots of wealthy people, delivery services have to be busy beyond their capacity as they are here in middle America. They also claimed Mia doesn’t cook which I find really odd since we’ve seen Thanksgiving dinners they’ve hosted. Ricky tagged Mia in an IG yesterday “Hey look, I’m making soup”. So I’m gonna call bs on their “she doesn’t cook” trope.  

CCers only look for confirmation bias and they stop listening after that.  Notes from Nowhere posted some “proof” videos arguing that celebs call paps but if you watch the entire Anthony Padilla video, one pap says he has “50 celebs” in his contacts which hardly seems like “everyone” in Hollywood.  They also talk about celebs begging them to stop taking their picture, the lengths celebs go to to avoid being photographed by paps, the examples they mention are of times they stalked celebs and they mention the time Britney ran over the one guy’s foot. They don’t describe a job where they simply get calls from various PR firms and pencil in their “photo” moments. They describe stalking celebs trying to catch that great moment. They mention that a pic of Justin Bieber trying to attack the photo is much better than a pic of a celeb walking by. While the paps did acknowledge that celebs do call them, had Notes actually watched beyond that confirmation bias, they would understand that most celebs don’t like paps and most aren’t calling them. As for their argument that “PR calls paps” I can only laugh. What motivation would PR have to call paps to stalk their clients at the grocery store against their client’s wishes? The only people who make money on such photos are the photog and the tabloid who post it. It doesn’t advance Darren’s career to have photos of him shopping posted online. It only feeds people's need for celeb gossip and enriches. tabloids and photogs.  Darren would simply switch PR agencies. Duh.  

The tinhatters are miserable because everything they see of Darren proves he loves his wife.  

[cheshiremadd]

until she falls in love with me

AO3 Inspiration

Day 3

Marinette Dupain-Cheng gets her own into video. I used bits of the song Umbrella by Train for this, so full credits to them! - Adrien

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Day 3 starts with a closed classroom door and a drum solo. A girl with black hair and blue eyes, the revoked introduction, bursts in after a few seconds. Marinette is red-faced and panting; she looks like she just ran a kilometer. Guitar and piano join the drums as her eyes catch on what is likely the person holding the camera. She gives a bright smile and a small wave.

The music continues as the scene changes. Marinette and Alya sitting at their shared desk. Marinette’s head is thrown back, eyes almost shut. The laughter on her face is almost as contagious through the screen as it seems to be in real life.

Then Marinette is sitting under a tree in a park. The sky is blue and sunlight plays through the leaves.

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Marinette and Adrien are sitting comfortably, each with an arm across the other’s shoulders, all laugh lines and sparkling eyes and belting out English lyrics.

“Because! When the sun shines, we’ll shine together Told you I’ll be here forever Said I’ll always be your friend Took an oath I’ma stick it out til the end Now that it’s raining more than ever Know that we’ll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella, You can stand under my umbrella.”

Marinette stops here, but Adrien keeps going with “Ella ella..” and peters out while she giggles. He soon joins her.

“Okay, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Okay, Adrien Agreste.”

“Tell the lovely people why this is our song.”

Her cheeks pink a bit, but she has no problem replying with a smile. “Because we became friends under an umbrella.”

His lopsided grin grows as he nods. “That we did.”

He pauses a moment. “I don’t have a good segway into this next bit.”

“I’ve got an easy fix for that. What’s the next bit?”

“The bit where I tell everyone how awesome you are!” Her eyes grow wide at that, her face darkens, and he quickly goes on before she can refute it. “Don’t try denying it! You’ve already got your own design business and we’re not even out of lycée yet. Your commissions aren’t even all fashion, but artwork and album covers and logos.”

“Well..yeah..but...a- a lot of that was really just luck! And Uncle Jagged giving my website a shout-out.” Her eyes dart around like she’s looking for something and doesn’t know what.

“Oh! And Jagged Stone considers you his honorary niece! He makes a point to have dinner with your family when he’s in town!”

“He just wants Papa’s desserts.” Slight eye roll there. “And! T- that’s hardly a reason to say I’m-.”

“You’re a Class A baker. Tom says that you’re only not as good as he is because it’s not your passion, but I’ve honestly never been able to tell the difference.”

“You don’t grow up in a bakery without picking up a few things. Prime example, you can offer me design advice. There’s hardly a creative bone in your body.”

“Me-ouch! Am I your scratching post now? Ooh, look, you can’t argue, there’s not enough-”

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LuminousCornelius the most adorable

King Zira is she the one!!!!!!!!!!

Spangles823 I’VE HEARD OF MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG!! She did some of Clara Nightingale’s stage clothes!

Justine Droit This one is two seconds under the time limit...why do I feel like Agreste cut it there just to be extra.