#but my laptop is kinda broken and i can only make one gif at a time and cannot open anything else or it freezes

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Can't sleep

Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N this is day one of my 100 followers celebration series. If you have sent an ask I am working on it. I'm sorry this one is short and so late but I didn't know I would have so much to do today. Also, all mistakes are my own so if you see any feel free to comment them and comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR

Summary you can't sleep (I wrote this based on my own issues with sleep and I hope it comforts anyone with the same struggles)

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings fluff, slight angst (kinda)

You don’t know how long it's been since you first got into bed, but at the moment it feels like forever. You have been tossing and turning, unable to get comfy. You look over to Bucky who is fast asleep. 

He looks so peaceful. 

You huff before getting out of bed in hopes of tiring yourself out. You trudge into the living room where you grab your laptop and the blanket that has been left there from your movie night with Bucky.

You sit on the couch and put the blanket on your lap. Then, you open your laptop and begin to get on with some work that you need to do. 

After a while, you look at the time in the corner of your laptop and sigh. Its 4:01 am which means you’re not going to get to sleep any time soon. 

Then, you are startled when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. You look up to see Bucky, his eyes barely open and his hair a perfect mess. 

“Why aren’t you in bed doll?” he asks.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you reply.

“You should’ve woken me up. I would have come in here with you so you aren’t alone,” Bucky said, walking around the couch to lift you and put you on his lap.

He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you flush against his chest, his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t wake you because you looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb your sleep if you’re not having a nightmare,” you look down at your hands as you pick the skin around your nails. 

“Doll, I've told you a million times now, I don’t care if you wake me up, even if it's for something small, but I especially want you to wake me up if you can’t sleep. You know I can’t sleep properly if you’re not in bed with me anyways,” he kisses your cheek.

“Sorry,” you turn just enough so you can kiss Bucky on the lips.

“No need to be sorry doll, I just don’t like the idea of you being awake alone if I can help it,” Bucky responds and kisses the back of your neck.

You both stay in a comfortable silence until it is broken by the alarm on your phone going off. You reach over and grab your phone to turn the alarm off.

“I guess it's time to start the day,” you say to Bucky, getting up off his lap and going into the kitchen to make s drink for the both of you. 

A few minutes later, you feel two arms make their way around your waist. 

“I love you so much doll,” 

“I love you too baby,”

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[angelst4re]

First I love your writing it’s truly beautiful. Please never stop. 💕

I was going to ask if you could write one when Jamie is in the middle of a concert for his band and he sees some guys hitting on you (his girl) in the crowd and stops doing the show to yell at the guys and bring you on stage keeping you close the whole time then after the show he takes you home to show you who the better man is (meaning him) 🥰

Thank you! Again I love your writing 💕

hello lovely!! thank you so much ily!! :') and ofc... i don't plan on stopping any time soon!! <3

Come Get Some- Counterfeit!Jamie x Reader

summary: in the request! :)

warnings: NSFW! contains smut! if you're uncomfortable then please don't read, my love! also i wrote this on my phone and i kinda hate it :(

notes: I'VE HIT 700 FOLLOWERS?!!?!?! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH :') you don't understand how insane this is to me. also i thought i should mention i have broken my laptop again! it's not charging (so it could be the charger that's broken? i'm getting a new one tomorrow!) so thats why i've written this on my phone... i cannot write on my phone...

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You decided to surprise Jamie by following his band on tour, you wanted to keep it a secret until the show but he ended up spotting you beforehand. You were sure that if he knew you were going to be coming, he could’ve gotten you special seats or somewhere with a better view, but you knew you just wanted to be in the crowd, enjoying seeing your favourite band just like everybody else, and so you were.

That was until one of the men from behind you started trying to talk to you. He asked your name, and you thought it would be rude to ignore him, so you told him and just brushed him off, ignoring his next few questions, focusing on your boyfriend instead. But it was getting quite difficult when the stranger was touching your arm.

When Jamie looked over at you with a smile, he noticed you looked uncomfortable, and gave you a look which said ‘are you okay?’, to which you shook your head and mouthed a ‘help!’ to him. He gave you a nod and instead of carrying on with the song after Sam’s instrumental, he proceeded to point towards you and address the man that was harassing you.

“Take your filthy fucking hands off my girlfriend, you cunt!” He jumped down from the stage and spoke to a member of his security, who escorted you away from the other man and led you towards the stage, where Jamie held his hand out to you. “If I see anything like this at my fucking show again…” He began to threaten, but was cut short when you were finally by his side.

He took your face in his hands, asking if you were okay, and you nodded your head. Taking you by surprise, he then leaned down and crashed his lips into yours in a hot, possessive, rough kiss. You couldn’t believe the sight before you, he looked so good you almost had to press your thighs together. His hair was damp was sweat, falling over his eyes, his t-shirt was discarded long ago and his jeans were so low, showing off his v-line and the tiniest bit of hair which you know led down to his-

“Go to the side of the stage, baby. Venus is there too- Sam’s girlfriend, you remember her, right? I’ll see you after the show, okay? I love you!” He told you in a rush before he returned to the mic and you scurried off to greet Venus with a hug.

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“Oh fuck! Yes, Jamie! Right there!” You moaned, your fingers raking through his hair as his face was buried between your thighs.

You had gotten back to the hotel with him, and within seconds you had both taken your clothes off and were tangled together on the bed, hands all over each other, and it eventually led to him eating you out.

With your hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair, you grasped at the bed sheets, squirming and whimpering as his tongue worked your clit whilst his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling into your sensitive spot each time.

“No one else can ever make you feel this good, darling.”

“No… Only you…” You panted, feeling your high creeping up on you, forming in your belly.

“That’s right, baby.” You could tell he was smirking against you, before he suckled your clit between his lips and sent you over the edge.

Your thighs tried to shut around him as he worked you through your orgasm, yet his hands kept you spread for him. He let go of your clit with a ‘pop’, and the sight of your slick coating his lips was enough to send you into your second orgasm already. He could tell you wanted more, yet he wanted to tease you beforehand.

He slowly slid his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth and watching your face as he sucked on them, savouring the taste of your sweet cunt.

Then he began to move up the bed, he placed his hands either side of your ribcage and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You ready, my love?” He asked, and you didn’t give an answer, instead you reached down and took his cock into your hand, rubbing his tip with your thumb before positioning him so he was lined up with you, all he had to do was-

“Holy fuck!” You gasped as he pushed himself into you, leaving you fully stuffed with his cock. He grinned against your neck at your reaction, before resuming his attack on you, covering you in blotchy marks that let everyone know you were his. Only his.

He reached over to the bedside table and picked up his cigarettes, his cock still inside you. You grasp onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you attempt to move your hips, desperately wanting him to move, but instead he lights his cigarette and then reaches for the tie he had been wearing a few nights prior and shoots you an evil grin before he sits up, an inch or so of his cock slipping out of you as he takes your wrists and ties them together above your head.

“They stay there, okay?” He told you as he began to rock his hips into yours at a painfully slow pace.

“Jamie please, go faster.” You whined, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He smirked as he began to pick up the pace.

You threw your head back, feeling impossibly wonderful. His cock pounding into you distracted you from the fact he had passed the cigarette to you, slipping it between your lips. Instinctively, you sucked on it, and let the toxic fumes fill your lungs as pleasure ran through your veins, leaving you feeling totally euphoric.

He took the cigarette back, placing it back between his lips as you blew the smoke out to the side before looking back up at him.

It wasn’t long before you were flipped over, now on your hands and knees- although your hands were still tied, Jamie held them in place behind your back.

He put his cigarette out and both his hands were placed on your waist, pulling you closer to him with each thrust of his hips, causing his cock to hit deeper and deeper as he fucked into you.

“Shit, Jamie I’m so c-close.” You whimpered, trying to turn your head to look at him.

“Shhh, it’s okay, darling. Let go for me when you’re ready. Show me how good I make you feel, yeah? That’s right, good girl.” He cooed, stroking circles with his thumb on your waist as he talked you through your high.

He felt your walls clamp down around him as you came, pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He let out a groan as he bit down on his lip, before spilling inside of you. His movements came to an end as he tried to compose himself, to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat.

He moved you once again, this time you were on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside of you, although some of his cum had begun leaking down your thigh. You expected a second round, for him to begin fucking up into you, but he didn’t move. He held you close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, giving you a lazy smile.

“I love you.” He said, stroking your hair. However, you were too worn out from the previous antics, and you had began drifting into sleep on his chest.

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#5

Pedro Pascal is like one of the best men ever and he just radiates positivity and hotness and I love it and I love him

12 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#4

Tiny little ficlet for you all (also sorry I’ve been gone lol)

“I can protect you here..” I shook my head, it hurt to look at him. His once soft blue eyes had become a harsh yellow and red. Nothing like him before, even with the same face it was hard to recognise the man.

“Please I need you with me.. This was all for you,” the thought made you shudder. You didn’t want to be the cause of great Jedi Master Obi wan Kenobi falling but what if it was your fault?

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#3

Fuck you but also love you Santa Monica Studio.

You have broken me down and built me back up all over again.

I love it and I hate it

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#2

Bad Haircut

Pairing: Commander Cody x GN!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Its just a silly little short so nothing serious except maybe Cody being a little ooc since I made him kinda petty

Words: 354

A/N: Just a short little thing to make up for my lack of fic, hope you enjoy this silly little piece also formatting is maybe a bit different since I’m having to do this on mobile since I don’t have my laptop currently

It was going well, until it wasn’t.

You stood silently looking at it.

Rex gave you a wide eyed expression and you just shrugged with a weak smile. Cody caught onto the silence “What’s wrong? What have you done?” He sounded slightly concerned.

You tried waving him off “nothing, you look great I’m nearly done” but before you could finish he turned around to you with his Commander glare, even though you were a General yourself it still scared you.

“What did you do?” He asks again, you slowly lifted the hand mirror and showed him the back. He gaped.

He snapped his gaze to you “how did you take off a bit so big?!” You put your hands up in defence “I don’t know! I just went a little further than I meant to!” He scowled “a little! There’s a whole chunk missing!” Before you could get anything else out to defend yourself Obi wan walked in.

“What’s all the commotion?” You all froze, you glanced at Cody and narrowed your eyes at him in warning.

“Y/N shaved off a massive chunk of my hair!” You glared at him “oh you kriffing snitch!” Obi wan turned to Rex for an explanation but the captain just shrugged “I’m only an innocent bystander” with that he walked out.

“Cody, you asked a Jedi with the most unsteady hands for a haircut, I think this is on you” he spoke in a calm tone. “What?!” “Unsteady hands?!” You both shouted at the same time.

With that Obi wan left. Cody grumbled “I’m never asking you to shave my hair again” you rolled your eyes and huffed “well I won’t help you again anyway.”

22 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Frustrating Lord

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker X GN!Reader

Genre/Warnings: A little bit of Anakin belittling the reader and being an asshole but except from that its mostly enemies to lovers kind of stuff. Also this is like set in a Regency Era AU

Words: 730

Summary: You were simply enjoying the All Hallows Eve ball before a certain lord had to come in and spoil the night for you but maybe he could make it better

A/N: Okay so I got this idea because I started watching Bridgerton for the first time and I thought it would be a very interesting thing to write about so here we are. Quick little info bit here: Jedi Council members are referred to as Dukes/Duchesses, Jedi Knights as Ladies/Lords and the clones as either Knights or Captains (depending on their position) and padawns are adopted children.

The All Hallows Eve ball. A ball you frequently enjoyed every year until tonight.

You had been having fun and were talking to your adopted father Mace Windu until Lord Anakin Skywalker had walked in, he was usually a thorn in your side and a man you tried to avoid but he approached you, you looked to your father to do something but he just walked away with a look that said ‘good luck’. 

“Mx L/N, I haven’t seen you for quite a while”

The smile on your face was tight.

“Well I have unfortunately been busy as of late” he chuckled and raised an eyebrow “what do you do that keeps you so busy?” The comment did not lighten your mood.

“Lord Skywalker, I ,unlike you, do my duties responsibly and on time and I don’t act like a child” the smirk on his face stayed and he didn’t even react, 

instead he only said “you always take my jests seriously don’t you?” You left for the garden and decided to give Anakin no more of your time.

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The garden was empty and the sound of the music from inside carried through outside and mixed with the sounds of the light breeze on the trees. It gave you time to think and calm down from earlier events.

Ever since you were children and Anakin was adopted by the young Lord Kenobi he had been raving about being the chosen one. It did not help that the Duke’s and Duchesses also sang his praises constantly whereas you had always been considered mediocre by most even with Duke Windu as your father. It was also something that prevented you from finding the true happiness you wanted in life, as selfish as it seemed.

The now Duke Kenobi had always seen and complimented your abilities and you would not lie to yourself about how attractive the man was but most could see his infatuation with Duchess Satine. Some others like Lady Secura were fortunate enough to fall for their knights, Captain Bly was one of the many fine men in the army and you knew they deserved the happiness that came with love even if they had to also focus on the current war.

Talking of knights you heard the voice of Captain Knight, Rex. “Excuse me my liege but Lord Skywalker requests to speak to you” the sigh you let out was audible, you had no intent on seeming like you were frustrated with the poor captain but even the thought of speaking to Skywalker right now frustrated you.

“Tell the Lord I have no interest in speaking to him.”

The sounds of footsteps leaving made you relax, thinking the captain had gone back to exactly say what you said but the unmistakable laugh of the Lord made you tense up once again “Don’t say you’re truly upset with me Y/n.”

He stood next to you and you promptly noticed you were both out of sight from the main windows and could easily hit the man right here without any witnesses but you instead held back.

“It’s simply a beautiful night” you huffed at him.

“What is it you want Anakin? No one is here but us and you have had your time with me already” he frowned at your comment.

“Y/n I truly meant no harm earlier, I simply was having fun” you rolled your eyes “fun? Well it does not feel like fun for everyone, you seem to forget not everyone is as talented as you.”

He stepped in front of you and you avoided his eyes. You knew some kind of joke was coming, some kind of comment at your expense but nothing came. He was silent. You looked up at him, he looked amazed. 

You opened your mouth to say something but he kissed you. It was sudden and quick, part of your brain urged you to push him away but the other part of you wanted to kiss him back and you did. It was filled with raw emotion, all the frustration you held for him and all the want and love he had for you.

You both pulled back for air and Anakin laid his forehead against yours. He smiled and you could only look shocked. “You’re a better kisser than I could ever have imagined.”

Maker you wanted to kill him 

56 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

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[yohankang]

“Judge Oh, you’re quite popular. Everyone loves how friendly and humane you are. You understand the weak, too. On the live court show that I watched, you were the biggest star.”

[tyunni]

who i think some of the txt members were written by ! (little drabbles for yeonjun, huening kai and soobin)

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warnings: mentions of a divorce, toxic relationships with parents, alcohol and nicotine addiction, death, suicide, depression, mental health issues, keep in mind that english isn't my first language. genre: angst, drabble. a/n: decided to only write for 3 members bcuz im lowkey burnt !! but hEY i joined the "trend" ig, BE PROUD OF ME. + i usually don't post this kind of content so this is kinda new.... this was kinda ib by @eternallyhyucks and her take on this, so check her out.

yeonjun was written by a sad lonely old man, who regrets not living his life to its fullest. surely that wasn't all there is to it, right? the world isn't just one big shade of gray. the guilt and disappointment kept bubbling up every single time he thought about all the opportunities he had dismissed, only because he was too scared to pursue his dreams. always choosing the safest option, too afraid that if he didn't then everything would fall apart. that is exactly why he lived an average, boring life, just like everyone else. he used his pen and paper to cope with his sorrow and despair, writing stories about someone who he wished he was like back then. yeonjun, an attractive young man with a lot of confidence in his spur-of-the-moment decisions, a boy who put his heart and soul into everything he did, someone with a lot of passion, charisma, and a big heart, always ready to take on new challenges. yeonjun was so loveable and just an all-around nice guy that everyone wanted to associate themselves with. but most importantly he was brave. brave when it came to things he truly loved because nothing is more important in this world than doing what makes you happy. and that's something the elder wished he realized a bit sooner. the world according to "yeonjun" was so bright, colorful, and vibrant! if one can truly be reborn, the old man thinks, then he would like to live just like the boy he writes so fondly about. but for now, all he can do is sit alone at home and wonder: when will this all end?

huening kai was written by someone who didn't feel comfortable in her own skin, constantly blaming herself for everything, even if it wasn't her fault. someone who lived a sad life with a broken family which resulted in her mental health getting worse and worse at a young age, affecting her everyday life and forcing her to mature quickly. on most days she was around her father, a workaholic with a shit ton of paperwork to finish, barely having enough time to live a normal life with his daughter. from what she remembered, he had always been hunched over his office table, head buried in his laptop, typing away yet another email, snapping whenever she would do something even remotely fun, complaining that she was too noisy and distracting. on the weekends she was with her deadbeat, alcoholic, nicotine addict mother who lived in a filthy apartment infested with rats. although she was never there for her daughter when she needed her the most, she was the only mother figure the girl had. hence why the moment her mom's neighbors had informed them about finding her lifeless body on the apartment floor, right after hearing one of her friends scream for help, the poor girl had to seek a therapist. huening kai, someone pure, kindhearted and warm, playful and fun, someone who always tries his best to understand you and comfort you, cheering you on even when you feel like the most useless person in the world. he was someone she wished she had by her side when no one else was there for her. but she also really wanted to be him. because maybe if she was, then she'd be able to prevent her parents from getting a divorce and ruining their lives. she can't help but think that this is all her fault. all she wants is to go back to being the innocent, cheerful and happy child she once used to be.

soobin was written by a young girl whose brother had taken his own life. she lived in a busy city with her small family, which consisted of her two parents and an older brother she loved to bits. their mother and father worked your average nine-to-five jobs, so the brother and his beloved girlfriend were usually the ones taking care of her. they were inseparable, the loveliest couple you have ever seen, quite clearly in love and happy. but one night was all it took for their perfect little world to fall apart, collapse, and crumble to pieces. when her brother got a sudden call from his girlfriend's parents, he immediately told you to turn on the news, his usually calm voice now laced with panic and terror. you could hear his heart physically shatter, hot tears rolling down his cheeks at the mere thought of never being able to see her face again. but sadly, this was the reality he had to face. after days of trying to get him out of his room to at least eat something, coaxing him into seeing a therapist, it had finally hit her. it was never going to be the same anymore, the damage had been done. no matter how much money her parents spent on medication, he still showed no signs of progress. and one day, he had ended it all. but, he is in a better place now, living the perfect life he had always dreamed of... well at least that's what his younger sister - who is currently eagerly running back home from school - would like to believe. even after years had passed since this incident, she still pulls out her notebook, placing it on her desk, getting ready to write yet another tale about "soobin" and his lovely girlfriend. soobin was an amazing person, always there to protect and take care of the ones he loved, putting them above himself. a fun, warm person, yet stern and mature when needed to. he was perfect, just like her older brother. the reason why she uses a pseudonym is quite straightforward... something as simple as someone asking her if she has any siblings makes her want to curl up on herself and cry, let alone mentioning his name in something she believes is coming true, knowing full well that he is finally living the dream life he deserved, but only without her, is just cruel and heartbreaking.

©tyunni do not repost or translate my work.

[vendettaparker]

Talking to the Moon [P.P]

Summary: When Peter’s identity is leaked, he is forced to leave you and his old life behind, shattering your heart in the process. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: ANGST, like straight up rip your heart out. Far From Home spoiler (kinda), Endgame spoiler (kinda)

a/n: so if you couldn’t tell this is based off of the song ‘Talking to the Moon’ by Bruno Mars. its a loose interpretation. i’ve been planning an angsty fic like this for a while. angst is my favorite genre of fic, especially when it has a hopeful or fluffy ending. so this one DOES have a hopeful ending and potential for a sequel,, so yuh, enjoy! <3

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     Three years, two months, and 14 days. That’s how long it had been since Peter’s identity was leaked. That’s how long it had been since he left you. For good. 

     Peter had been frantic after that news broadcast aired. He webbed back to the compound immediately, crying the whole way. He was scared for himself, sure, but the fear he felt in the pit of his stomach for May, Ned, MJ, you. That was the reason for his tears now. He could hardly breathe by the time he made it to the compound. Happy, Rhodey, Sam, and Bucky meeting him as he burst through the large floor to wall windows in the main room. The frantic yelling, pleas, and cries coming from the main room were what alerted you to his presence. When you walked in he was a mess. Crying, heaving with anxiety about how scared he was. Peter had always been a sensitive, emotional boy, but he always got over his shit eventually. But this? This, seemed like the end for him. 

     You ran up to him, shushing him and holding him. Trying to tell him to simply “breathe”. All he could say, over and over again like a mantra was a schloo of “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your heart broke. How could fate be so cruel to the sweetest boy? The one who was the most deserving of all the happiness life could possibly offer. The rest of the team had shown up within the next hour. Happy, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, and Pepper also present. Peter had calmed down slightly, but he knew, he just knew, this was the day he had to say goodbye. He had had this talk with Mr. Stark back when he had stopped his first villain, Vulture. Tony knew the type of sick monsters out there who would love to get their hands on the boy behind the Spider-man mask. He and Peter had developed a plan in the tragic case that Peter’s identity should be released, at least, not on his own terms. Tony’s plan was for Peter to run away. Leave. Take nothing with him but the clothes on his back, and even then burn those clothes the minute he could. Tony knew. He knew these dangers. And worse, he knew the consequences. 

     May had come to the compound the second she got the call. She knew as well. Peter knew. She knew. Tony, even in his grave, knew. Everyone knew. Everyone but you. 

     Peter had a getaway car and a destination ready within another hour. He wouldn’t disclose it to anyone. He took you aside, gently stroking your cheek to wipe the hot tears that never seemed to cease. “Hey, hey, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.” He whispered, choking up on every other word, trying to be stronger, just a little stronger, for you. “I have to go now. I’m so so sorry. I love you so much.”

     “It’s okay Peter,” You sniffled, pushing his bangs back and giving him a sad smile. “I’ll miss you, but I’ll be here when you get back. Don’t worry.” 

     Peter’s lips quivered and he heaved another sob. “No, (Y/N). I-I’m not coming back.” You took your hand back as you felt the pressure of tears building behind your eyes. 

     “W-what? No, this—it’s just temporary. Until we can—Fury and Pepper—We can fix this.” You stuttered anxiously, hoping your words would convince him that this was okay. That everything would be okay. 

     “We can’t, (Y/N). It’s done.” Peter spoke, his voice hardly making it to a whisper. 

     “No!” You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to hold him closer. “Please. Please. Please. I-I can’t! You can’t! I—You’re all I have!” You were sobbing uncontrollably now. The weight of the situation finally caving in and crushing your heart and soul. “Please! I’ll do anything, I’ll protect you! Please!” 

     Your meltdown didn’t help Peter one bit, if anything, seeing how desperate you were to keep hold of him, to just love him; that broke him more. “I’m sorry, please forgive me. Please.”

     “How can I? You’re killing me.” You whimpered into his chest, tears soaking through his black sweatshirt. “I can’t— I just— I can’t!”

     The whole team heard. No walls were thick enough to block out the heartbroken sobs from the two teenagers in love. Fury was the one to finally bring an end to it. Nobody else having the heart to pry you from each other. Even Fury felt his own stoic exterior cracking. 

     You were in hysterics, clawing, and grabbing at Peter’s sweatshirt, hair, face, anything you could grab. It didn’t matter if you hurt him at this point, he’d heal. But if he left you, you knew you’d never recover. Fury had put you in a chokehold while yanking you back. Peter just heaved and heaved, his sobs getting louder and his chest getting tighter. May rushed over to him and took his hand, placing his head in her chest. 

     Fury yanked you back more, but you still refused to quit. Fury released his chokehold, not wanting to do any real damage to you. Right as you were released, Wanda came up behind you and placed her hands on your head, red magic already starting to swirl. 

     “No, please.” You wheezed, trying to get a fresh breath of air. “He’s all I have.”

     Wanda looked at you, tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

     Without so much as a flick of her wrist, you were out, descending into darkness. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     Peter left after that. The car taking him away, and you hadn’t seen him since. As the months went on you never really recovered. Never really felt whole again. You just survived. That was all. You went through the motions of everyday life, but never truly felt like you were living. Two weeks after Peter left, May left with Happy. They moved to California, living there ever since as well. They got married last year. You were all invited and everyone went. Everyone but you. You missed May and Happy, but it still hurt. Plus, you were busy anyway. After you graduated high school, you flung yourself into the avenger lifestyle, fully immersing yourself in it. You went on every mission possible. Did all the paperwork you could. You did anything and everything you could to keep yourself busy. Stop yourself from feeling the pain that had stopped feeling like a searing stab and had now turned into a dull ache. A new constant in your life. 

     Nights were the worst though. The only time you couldn’t be constantly avenging or working yourself to the bone on new suit technology. The only time you had to think and feel. The only thing keeping you going was the hope that Peter was still out there. Somewhere, anywhere, missing you as much as you were missing him. Watching the same moon you watched. Basking in the same sun that shined on you every day. Every horrible, miserable day. 

     “(Y/N)?” the quiet, soft voice of Pepper breaking you out of your headspace. You hummed a response and looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. “Did you hear what I said?”

     “No, sorry.” You responded sheepishly. Pepper’s gaze softened. She took in your lean figure and pale face, eyes seeming to be sunken in from the dark circles. “I was just finishing up this briefing of my last mission.” 

     “You went alone?” Pepper asked, concern washing over her features.

     “It was a simple one. Just took out a mob, was done in like, four hours.” 

      Pepper sighed. “(Y/N)—”

     “Pep, it’s fine. It was so easy, anyone could have done it.” You cut her off, turning back to your laptop, typing away. 

     “It’s not just that though. It’s all of this. This whole funk you’re in. The same one you’ve been in for years, (Y/N).” Pepper waved her hands around to emphasize her point. “We all see it. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. He wouldn’t want this.” 

     Your whole demeanor changed. The solemn, yet calm veneer breaking. “It doesn’t matter what he wants, Pepper! I didn’t want this. All I wanted was him. For the rest of my life. Nothing else would matter, as long as I had him to get me through it. But I don’t have him. I have nothing. He was it for me. He—” You sobbed, tears finally running down your face in an uncontrollable waterfall. “I feel like I died. Like I am just a spectator, no longer doing anything of interest to myself.” 

     Pepper pulled you into her so fast. She was always quick to console you. The months after Peter left she was the only one you could stomach seeing. “It’s okay. I know, shh, I know.” Pepper was tearing up now too. She knew you never got over it. But now seeing with her own eyes how broken you’d really become. The reality hurt. “He’s out there, okay? And it’s going to be okay. He’s okay. We’re okay.” 

     You just cried. That’s all you could do. The more you tried to talk about it the stronger the urge to cry was. Pepper just hummed and held you. Stroking your hair until you fell asleep. 

     When you woke up you were in your room. It was dark and the moon was shining through the opened window. You just stared at it, closing your eyes and imagining Peter was staring at it too. The same one. Thinking about you, just like you were thinking about him. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     Another few weeks went by. The same routine, the same empty feeling consistent in your body. Nothing changed. The revelation that you were, in fact, not okay didn’t fix anything. It still hurt. You were still broken.

     You were in the training room, sparring with Wanda when the melodic tune of your ringtone rang through the gym, echoing off the walls. You put your hands up in defense to stop Wanda from continuing the match. Wanda whipped her hands around and brought your phone to you in a wisp of red magic. 

     “Thanks.” You mumbled, wiping your sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand and taking the phone from the air. Wanda nodded and jumped out of the ring to grab her water bottle. 

     You looked at your phone still ringing, seeing an unfamiliar number, but taking in the location: Budapest, Hungary. You answered the call bringing the phone up to your ear “Hello?” You asked, shifting from one foot to the other waiting for a reply. A beat of silence pasted before you heard a tired, yet all too familiar voice on the other end. 

     “(Y/N)?”

[rowyn-writes]

Confidence (Jack x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, strong language, arguing siblings

Pairings: Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jack, Castiel (mentioned only,) Claire (mentioned only.)

Word Count: 2124

Summary: You start to notice that Jack tends to stay by your side whenever he can.

Requested by: @nancyangel​

Part Two: Dying From a Broken Heart

You sat in your room in the bunker, casually reading on of your many books that lined your walls. You were a bookworm, much like you older brother, Sam. You liked being by yourself with your books and a cup of coffee, as cliche as it sounds.

Right now, you needed an escape from your world and into another one where you know how everything ends. Your half brothers, Sam and Dean we're currently trying to figure out a way to get their mother back from apocalypse world.

You were John's daughter, being the youngest Winchester there was. Along with being the baby of the family, your brothers were over protective of you.

Most of the time you weren't allowed out on a hunt, so you stayed in the bunker and helped with lore and things like that while Sam and Dean would do the hunting.

Lately, however, you were getting more involved, much to your brother's dismay. You loved Sam and Dean with all your heart, but they could be overbearing at times.

You closed your book when you heard a knock on your door. "It's open." You called.

Jack popped his head into the room. "Hey, Y/n. Can I come in?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

Jack took a seat on the chair that sat in front of your small desk. "What's up?"

"Sam and Dean are going on a hunt and I was wondering if you were going?" This was news to you. You're had no idea that your brothers were going on a hunting trip.

You frowned as you go up off your position on the bed. "Now I am." You said, getting your bag ready. "You coming too?"

"Yes." Jack nodded. You told him to finish packing while you did the same.

"Going somewhere, gentlemen?" You asked just as Sam and Dean were about to walk out of the bunker.

Dean let his head fall as he sighed. "You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not." You snapped.

"Dean's right." Sam agreed. "You should sit this one out."

You let out a frustrated grunt. "C'mon. Why are you still treating me like I'm twelve? I'm almost 22."

"You're not ready, Y/n."

"I'm not ready?" You scoffed. "But you let Jack go, and technically, he's barely three months old."

"That's different." Dean said.

"How?! How is that different?! I grew up hunting with you guys and Dad, I know what to do!" You argued.

"It's different because you'll die if something happens! Jack has powers and can defend himself! You don't!" Dean hissed.

"This is ridiculous!" You huffed.

"Maybe next time, Y/n." Sam gave you a smile, which you didn't return. "Alright, Jack!" Sam called out. "Let's go!"

Jack appeared beside them in a second, making you jump slightly. "See you later, Y/n." Dean said. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug but decided against it, because you might knee him in the groin if you had the chance.

"You're not coming, Y/n?" Jack asked, seeming disappointed.

"Apparently not."

Jack seemed to hesitate by the door. "On second thought, I think I'll stay here. You guys don't really need my help, do you?"

Sam and Dean seemed surprised by his change of plans. Jack had been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while. "I guess not." Sam said. And with that, they were gone.

"Why didn't you go with them?" You asked Jack. "You've been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while, so why did you back out?"

"I thought you could use the company." He shrugged.

.

. .

. . .

Sam and Dean returned about two days later, clearly pleased that you and Jack had stayed at the bunker. You had thought of finding you own case, maybe even hunting with Claire, but decided against it.

But that doesn't mean you still weren't pissed at your brothers. They kept treating you like you were five, when you were 21. It was infuriating. That's why you were determined to find a case.

"Hey, so look what I found." You said, holding your computer up to your brothers. "Five people dead. All found without their hearts. However, there was six victims. One survived. If we can find out who's killing these people, we can put down the son of a bitch."

"Where's this happening at?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Little Rock, Arkansas."

Dean nodded his head. "Okay. Sammy, pack your things, Y/n, send us the address. We'll call you when you get there."

"Wait a minute." You protested. "You said that I would get to come with you on the next hunt! This is the next hunt."

"No."

"No?"

"No. You're not coming."

"Oh come on!" You yelled angrily. "You have got to be kidding me! You promised that you would take me out on the hunt!"

"I never promised." Dean reminded her. "I never make promises I can't keep. You know that."

"You're being ridiculous! C'mon Sam, back me up here." You looked over to the man, giving him pleading eyes.

"I think Y/n's right Dean." He agreed. "We've seen what she can do, handling a werewolf or two isn't anything she can't handle."

Dean frowned, looking back and forth between you and Sam. "I'm not gonna win this argument, am I?"

"Nope."

"Fine. Go pack your things. Tell Jack to do the same." You nodded, calmly walking away. But as soon as you were out of sight from Sam and Dean, you gave a tiny squeal and did a little dance.

"Are we celebrating something?" Jack asked from behind you, making you jump slightly.

You gave him a big smile. "That we are, Jack. Sam and Dean are letting us go on a hunt! So pack your bags, we leave in an hour!"

You quickly packed your bag full of clothes and other essentials and put them in the trunk of the Impala.

Jack sat in the back seat with you; it was only logical, since Sam was the Jolly Green Giant and could barely fit back there.

While you loved the Impala, you did not love the kind of music that played constantly. As Sam once put it, "It's the greatest hits of Mullet Rock." So you had brought your phone and a pair of earbuds.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked curiously.

"Listening to music."

"But Dean has music playing?" He furrowed his eyebrows, making your heart soar at his cute little scrunched up face.

"Yeah, well, Dean and I have very different tastes in music. Here, listen to this." You gave him the other earbud you had.

Jack seemed to like your selection of music, as he grinned as the song played on. After a while of driving, your legs began to cramp. Whether you were tall or short, being in the back of the Impala for a long time did nothing to help your legs.

You tried to find a position where you weren't invading Jack's bubble, as not to touch him because you didn't know how he would react.

"You can stretch out your legs." Jack said, as if reading your thoughts. "I don't mind." You gave him a grateful smile as you rested your legs in his lap.

About four hours in, you began to doze off. Car rides were always relaxing to you, seeing your surroundings blur as you sped past, feeling the Impala rock beneath you, and being able to spread out in the back seat.

Although, you couldn't count how many times you had to disinfect the back seat because of your brothers. Mostly Dean.

You were woken up rather unpleasantly by Dean. You had been leaning against the door of the Impala when he yanked the door open, causing you to tumble out of the car. "Thanks for the awesome wake-up call, dick." You growled.

"No problem, fuck-face." He grinned as he helped you up. You grabbed your stuff and checked into your motel room.

It was like every other motel you've ever stayed at, rock hard beds, ugly wall patterns, and a small box T.V.

You went ahead and changed into your FBI clothes, a light blue button down shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans, matching boots and a blazer. "You boys ready?" You asked, exiting the bathroom to see all of them had changed into their uniforms.

You all piled into the Impala once more and headed to the local police station, and then to the hospital.

.

. .

. . .

You had found out nothing. There was no victimology, no connection, nothing. You figured there wouldn't be a pattern, it was a werewolf, after all.

You did know, however, that the werewolf was a Purebred, as the moon cycle didn't line up with the victims deaths.

And the surviving victim was a fifteen year old girl. Thankfully, she hadn't been bitten. But she was in so much shock that she couldn't remember her attackers face.

"Poor girl." You commented, shrugging off your blazer. "She's never going to be the same."

"She'll learn to cope." Dean assured you. "Okay, so Jack and I are gonna go to where the bodies were found and dig around a little, you and Sam stay here and see what you can find out about this town. See if there's any kind of pattern with the killings."

"Actually, could I stay here with Y/n and help her?" Jack asked.

Dean looked taken aback slightly. "Uh, yeah, sure kid. Sammy, let's go." Once the two brothers were in the car, Dean looked over at Sam. "Jack has a crush on Y/n." He frowned.

Sam snorted. "Okay? And you couldn't tell that before? I kinda thought it was obvious."

Dean cuffed Sam. "Alright, Captain Jack-ass. I was just saying maybe we shouldn't leave Y/n and Jack alone."

"Oh, please." Sam scoffed. "Nothing's gonna happen."

You got out your laptop and sat on one of the beds. You noticed that Jack was watching you from the couch. It was obvious be wanted to say something.

"Hey, Jack?"

"Yes, Y/n?" He looked excited to see that you engaged in a conversation with him first.

"How come you wanted to stay behind with me?"

"Oh, did you want me to go with Dean?" Jack seemed disappointed.

"No, no. That's not it!" You assured him quickly. He looked extremely relieved to hear that. "I was just curious. On the last hunt that Sam and Dean went on, you decided to stay behind with me too. And whenever I go out to grab food or something, you always come with me. I love your company, so please don't take that the wrong way. I was just wondering."

Jack thought over your words for a few moments before answering. "I don't really feel confident around anyone. Sometimes I feel like another burden onto Sam, Dean and Cas. But with you, I feel like I'm not judged."

"You're not judged by any of us, Jack. You know that." You frowned.

"I know that, I just can't help but feel that way sometimes. But things are different with you. I feel confident and safe, like I can be myself whenever you're around. I enjoy being around you, Y/n."

You felt your heart melt at Jack's words. You felt exactly the same way about him. While growing up, you never really had boyfriends, just a one night stand here and there (which your brothers definitely didn't know about.)

"Jack." You started. "Do you see me the same way you see Sam and Dean?"

"No. It feels different. I can't really explain it. It's like. . . When I'm with you, I can feel my heart start to beat faster, and my palms get kind of sweaty. I don't do that when I'm around Sam and Dean." He explained.

You smiled as you realized what he was saying. "Jack, I think that means you have a crush on me."

"Crush you?!" Jack looked startled. "I would never hurt you!"

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant." You sighed as you tried to break it down to him. "It means you really like someone, but not as a friend. Kind of like a boyfriend or girlfriend."

Realization dawned on Jack as he soaked in your words. "Then can I be your boyfriend?" He asked eagerly.

You gave a small laugh. "Yeah, you can." You kissed him on the cheek. Jack's face became pink under your gaze.

"Could I kiss your lips?" You didn't answer as your lips brushed over his.

"Does that answer your question?" He nodded happily as a smile formed on his face. He felt happy and safe with you standing in front of him.

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I was thinking about making a part two? Tell me what you think!

[wintervvidow]

apricity pt. two

apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter

warnings: angst, blood, violence,

pairing: bucky barnes x female oc

word count: 2,956

A/N: part two is here! I did unintentionally rush through this chapter because I am so excited to start the civil war segment of this story. feedback is welcomed, let me know how you are liking it! thank you for reading!

MASTERLIST

Bucky’s cheek stung after the third slap from Pierce, the flesh bright red and warm to the touch. He continued fighting his restraints as he had been for the past hour. He had just been wiped, HYDRA needed to start fresh. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jugular as he yanked and squirmed in the chair.

Alexander lost his patience an hour ago, Bucky hadn’t stopped talking about the girl on the bridge, “She doesn’t love you! If she did, she would have come back for you. We’re trying to correct the world, and we need you to do that. You want to be useful, don’t you?”

Bucky stared ahead emotionless, ignoring Pierce’s words. She loved him. Her eyes told him so, the look on her face from the bridge continued to haunt him even after being reprogrammed. He knew her. She was good. She was home.

A hand came down against Bucky's face again, harder than the last, “You are an asset. She is what we are fighting against. The world deserves freedom and that is what HYDRA is doing. You don’t do your part and I can’t do mine.”

Bucky softly murmured, voice raw from screaming, “But I knew her.”

Alexander clenched his fist as he stood from his chair placed in front of Bucky, “Wipe him again.”

Soon the air was filled with Bucky’s screams again, torturous and raw. Brock Rumlow looked on in silence, taking in the sight before him. This, he could work with.

~

The team consisting of Florence, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Maria, and Fury were littered throughout the vacant underground room, lights dim and the air heavy with stale humidity. Steve and Sam stood while the remaining few were seated at a long conference table. Fury had documents scattered in front of him, Maria with a laptop, typing away intently.

Fury held an image of Pierce from the ’80s in his hand, “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” Fury threw the picture onto the table, “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”

Natasha speaks from her chair next to her fellow redheaded friend, a solemn expression on her face, “We have to stop the launch.” Alexander was planning on using Project Insight, which consisted of three helicarriers that patrolled the Earth to eliminate threats, deployed after the Battle of New York, only this time it was being planned to be used as a way for HYDRA to eliminate any threats to themselves. The operation was now turned against them.

Fury looked at Natasha with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore.” He flipped open a briefcase, revealing three data chips.

Behind Florence, Sam spoke with arms crossed tightly over his chest, “What’s that?”

Maria flipped her laptop around, showing the team a diagram of data, “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized.”

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury gestured to the case in front of him.

Maria flipped her laptop back around, “One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.” The entire team grimaced.

All eyes were on Fury as he spoke, “We have to assume everyone on those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left.”

Florence and Steve shared a look, Florence knew Steve wouldn’t let that happen, “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Fury snapped back at Steve, “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this.”

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Steve’s face was set, his entire body taking on the posture of command.

Fury gestured around the room with his hands before setting them back on the table, “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”

Steve’s face remained cold, “How many paid the price before you did?” Florence read between the lines, she knew what he was asking and it felt like a punch to the gut.

Fury bowed his head as Florence looked away, “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” No one did.

Steve scoffed, “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Like Florence.”

“Hey, she did what she had to. You did not go through what she did.” Florence looked to Fury with kindness in her tired eyes, silently thanking him.

Steve interrupted the tender moment, continuing his speech, “S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes.”

“He’s right. It all has to go.” All eyes darted to Maria, a silent understanding that Steve was right. This was the beginning of the end.

Fury looks around, eyes landing on Sam, “Don’t look at me.” Sam nods his head to Steve, “I do what he does, just slower.”

Steve stood at the head of the table, staring at Fury as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”

The team was given their tasks, parting their separate ways before the mission.

Florence found Steve outside, standing on the bridge lost in thought.

Florence sided up next to him, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now, but-”

Steve cut her off, turning to face her, “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I’m just struggling to wrap my head around the fact that he’s been alive this entire time and you haven’t told one person. Not even me.”

“Steve, I tried. After I ran, I tried to go back for him but he wouldn’t let me; told me to run and to never come back for him. So I had to go into hiding. Seventeen years Steve. It’s not like I could walk into a government building and tell them without HYDRA catching wind. Hell, I could have been walking straight back into HYDRA. You have to understand that everything I’ve done has been to protect him. Everything.” By the end of the redheads’ speech, she was choking back tears, hands trembling at her sides. She bit her lip to quell the emotions running through her.

Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell over the two friends as both reminisced on the past, staring off into space.

Flashback:

Florence climbed the stairs behind Bucky and Steve to Steve’s family home. The mood was somber, Florence’s black funeral dress grazing her ankles as she stepped up the last step, standing next to Bucky.

“We looked for you after. My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery.” Bucky’s tone was soft as he spoke to the heartbroken Steve.

“I know. Kinda wanted to be alone.” Steve stared at the ground as he spoke, never making eye contact with either Florence or Bucky.

Florence cocked her head to one side, gaze softly inquisitive as she looked at the small-statured man in front of her, “How was it?”

“It was okay. She’s next to dad.” The blonde’s tone was monotonous and quiet, understandably so.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I was gonna ask-”

Steve cut him off as he reached his front door, hands fumbling in his pocket for the key, “I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, I just-”

“You can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids. It’ll be fun, all you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” Bucky reached down to move a brick, grabbing the key to the door and handing it to Steve, “Come on.”

Steve took the key, finally looking him in the eye, “Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”

Florence looked to Bucky, silently telling him to comfort their friend. Bucky nodded, speaking again, “The thing is, you don’t have to.” Bucky’s large hand clapped Steve on the shoulder, “Cuz me and Florence? We’re with you till the end of the line, pal.”

The moment was broken up by Sam, approaching the two old friends, “He’s gonna be there you know.”

“We know.” Both Steve and Florence were painfully aware of that fact.

“Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”

Steve looked to Sam, “I don’t know if I can do that.” Florence knew she couldn’t. Everything she has ever done, Bucky has always crossed her mind- how to help him, save him, protect him; always concerned about his well-being. And now she was forced to go against him.

“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know either of you.” Sam twisted the knife with his last sentence, Florence and Steve grimacing at one another.

Steve spoke, looking at Florence for a last time then at Sam, “He will.” The blonde looked over the bridge, “Gear up. It’s time.”

The team changed into their gear and split up to where they were appointed: Natasha infiltrating a meeting with Alexander as a congresswoman with Fury as backup and releasing all HYDRA files, Maria preparing to order the attack to bring down the helicarriers, and Steve, Sam, and Florence to board the helicarrier to replace the targeting blades.

Sam called out to Steve as he walked away, "Wearing that?"

“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”

~

Florence ran through the ship deck as fast as she could, doing her best to not get shot. Her earpiece kept her up to date, Natasha had just started releasing all of the files; her and Natasha’s secrets were now public along with the rest of HYDRA’s. Steve had already made it to the helicarrier, the redhead had gotten caught up with a HYDRA agent on the ground.

Florence was late to the party, Steve, and Bucky already furiously exchanging punches. She got to the top of the carrier as fast as she could with the help of Sam, her feet moving without thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam deploy his parachute after being kicked off by Bucky, now he was grounded.

Steve and Florence were on opposite ends of the carrier, Florence quickly making her way toward the two men.

Bucky threw Steve off of the top-level, Steve landing below with a thud, shield long gone in the Potomac beneath them.

Florence stared ahead, Bucky finally noticing her arrival. Both looked at the other in silence, gauging the situation at hand. His eyes were void of all emotion, this was not Bucky. The Soldier had a mission to kill her and Steve. Florence had a mission to keep Bucky alive, no matter the cost. If he was alive that meant there was hope to save him. You can’t save a dead man.

The silence was erupted by Florence, her mouth moving before her brain could stop, "Bucky, don't do this. You don't have to do this."

Tears welled up in her eyes unwillingly, the dam threatening to burst. Even if she knew deep down that he had been alive this entire time, a sliver of her always thought he was dead. Maybe her subconscious came up with that thought to protect herself, to make herself feel better about not being able to get him out. And she did try to get him out; she tried like hell. The first five years of her seventeen-year stint of being on the run was the worst. She was constantly moving locations, barely sleeping. And when she did sleep, she dreamt of Bucky- he was always screaming at her to go, save herself, and leave him behind. That was a detail that she would never tell Steve; if they even made it out alive of this situation. Steve wouldn’t understand, he was too stuck in his ways, he would have tried to get him out anyway. He would disregard any command in order to save Bucky even if the demand came straight from Bucky’s mouth. He would never truly understand why Florence did what she did. Maybe it was better that way.

He furrows his brow, lines etching themselves between his steel-blue eyes, "You're my mission."

A single breath is taken before he swings at her, metal arm glinting in the light as she dodges his punch, sweeping under his outstretched arm. She wasn't going to fight back. She couldn't.

Bucky turns violently, eyes hard, set on her. He lunges again as her weapon clatters to the ground of the helicarrier. Now Florence was defenseless. Although it's not like she was fighting back anyway. She'd let him kill her. If that kept him alive, she'd do it. It's not like he remembers her anyway, you can't mourn a person you don't remember.

She takes three steps back, her back colliding with the wall behind her as Bucky stalks forward. His breath fans across her face as he stands in front of her. She notices a stall in his motions, practically seeing his brain malfunction. His head was fighting with his heart.

A fist flies next to her head, Bucky purposely missing as he punches the wall again. His face twisted in pain, he was fighting himself. He couldn't do this. He knew her. His body knew her, pieces of memories played through his brain as he continued to punch the wall, a ring, her hand in his, dog tags being placed around her neck, all of it hurt. Florence was frozen in place as Bucky's fists continued flying next to her, "Go! You need to go!"

He remembered her.

Just as Steve ordered Maria to fire at the carrier, Bucky shoved Florence, causing her to tumble over the edge, joining Steve at the bottom of the carrier as it went up in flames. The carrier was under fire from all sides, jostling violently, causing Bucky to fall along with her. He landed away from Florence and Steve, being pinned under the debris.

Steve got to his feet, swaying as he stumbled over to Bucky who was struggling under the weight of the metal beam. Steve wedged the beam up, freeing Bucky. The girl remained on the ground, curling into a ball from the pain of the impact of the fall.

Florence rose to her feet as Steve told Bucky that he knew them. Bucky’s metal arm reeled back, punching Steve in the face as he screamed, “No I don’t!”

“Buck, we’ve known you your whole life.” Florence’s voice trembled as he hit Steve again, effectively knocking him to the ground.

Steve stood again, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky punched Steve in the face for a final time, the force knocking him off the carrier and into the river below. Florence scrambled to stand in front of Bucky, making him really look at her. To truly see her, to see what he was doing. Her face was bleeding, soot smudged across her forehead, sweat mixing with tears and blood flowing down her face.

“I’m not gonna fight you. I love you.” Florence’s body shook with sobs as Bucky tackled her to the ground.

His frame towered over hers, his body heaving as he spoke, “You’re my mission.” His fist flew next to her head, once, twice; never actually hitting her. Florence could see the struggle in his eyes. He was a broken man without a home.

“You don’t love me. You left me!” Bucky’s fist continued flying next to Florence’s head, the plexiglass cracking. Pierce’s words looped in his mind, she didn’t love him. She left him. She abandoned him. She was his mission.

Florence took a heaving breath in, “Yes I do, I do love you. I tried to get you out, I did, you wouldn’t let me, I tried, I-” Bucky interrupted her by pressing his flesh hand against her throat and applying pressure.

He leaned down, only inches between their faces as he applied more pressure around her throat and choking her. He grit his teeth as he choked her harder, brunette hair dangling in his face. This was it. This was Florence’s last chance, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I love you, it’s okay.” If these were the last words Bucky would ever hear from her, she was okay with that. She needed him to know that it was okay. He was doing what he had been forced to do, it wasn’t him. She needed him to know that she understood.

The hand from her throat disappeared, Bucky leaning back above her, staring at her with glassy eyes. Florence struggled for breath as she watched Bucky process her words. Debris fell around them, Bucky hovering over her to protect her from the falling particles. A large engine fell next to them, shattering the glass and sending Florence falling straight into the Potomac, Bucky hanging onto the carrier from a beam as he watched his lover fall into the water below.

Bucky dragged Steve out of the water with his metal arm while the other balanced Florence against his shoulder, ignoring the burning pain of his flesh arm as her head rested on his neck. He placed the two unconscious Avengers on the riverbank, taking one last look at them before he disappeared, becoming a ghost yet again.

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.41

Word Count: 2,873

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent (brief), Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kira Yukimura, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: ---

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“Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?” you turned to Chris once again.

“I’m 100 percent sure. I have Isaac and Allison. Everything’s going to work out,” he replied.

“I should've come with you yesterday,” you sighed.

“I was the one who told you to stay here. I made a decision to go alone and I take responsibility for my actions. Don’t try to blame yourself for this,” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you bit your lip.

“Don’t think about him. Go home and get some rest,” he replied softly.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you held in a cry. 

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” Derek ran to you as you entered the loft, wrapping his arms around you.

“Crap. Sorry, I forgot to, uhm text you,” you shook your head.

“It’s okay. What happened?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s… I need to get to Beacon Hills High. Stiles needs me for something,” you said.

“Hey,” he frowned, stroking your cheek softly.

“I’ll see you later,” you pulled away from him, leaving the loft.

---

You made your way to Beacon Hills High, your mind still traveling back to the previous night, filling your mind with insecurities. Chris lied to you, trying to spare your feelings. Your mom said that things only fell apart after you were born because he didn't like being tied down, he just didn't want to be tied down to you. He wanted a family, but not with you. He had a wife and kids, and you widowed someone and orphaned two kids. Because you couldn't control your powers. 

You gripped the steering wheel tighter, your eyes watering as you tried to control your breathing. 

You slammed the breaks, seeing Stiles walking next to you.

“Stiles?” you rolled the window down.

“Oh, hey,” he replied.

You immediately took notice of his pale skin, his eyes bags growing thicker, as his eyes were bloodshot. 

“I thought… I was meeting you at the school,” you said.

“Yeah, my car kind of broke down,” he shrugged.

“Come in. What’s going on?” you asked.

He sat down as his eyes watered, looking at you.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

---

“Stiles,” you started.

“J-Just look…” he pulled you into the Chemistry lab, before freezing. 

You looked around, seeing nothing was there. You turned back to Stiles, looking at him.

“Okay, there was… the message on the board telling Barrow to go after Kira. Look, I-I’ll prove it,” he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket, looking at his keys.

You and Scott both gave a worried look to each other before looking back at Stiles, who was looking through his keys.

“I-I swear, there was an extra key. It was the key to the closet. Okay, I-I wrote the message on the board to tell Barrow to go after Kira. I-I led him into the closet to hide,” Stiles started, pacing around nervously as your face softened for your friend. 

“Stiles, you wouldn’t… you wouldn’t do that,” you shook your head. 

“It was my idea to put all the bolts, a-and screws into the box, to prank Coach. That’s exactly what Barrow used to attack that school bus. He hid a bomb inside of it,” Stiles’ eyes watered slightly as he looked at you and Scott. 

“Stiles, that doesn’t make you a killer. Y-You’re not,” Scott shook his head. 

“You’re not listening to me! It was me,” he shook his head. 

“Stiles, I think you’re just tired,” you said softly.

“No. You need to do a spell and just tell me if something or someone tampered with my head, okay?” Stiles said.

“Stiles, I don’t have my powers,” you started.

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t just not have powers, (Y/N). I just need this one thing from you, please. Help me,” his voice wavered.

You took a glance at Scott before looking back at Stiles.

“Look at me,” you put your hands on your shoulders. 

“I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. Nothing is going on with you. Stiles, the human body can’t survive over 10 days without sleep, as you haven’t slept well for three weeks. You need to get some rest and you just need a break,” you replied.

“I don’t… why are you talking to me like I’m crazy,” his voice lowered as he looked down.

“You’re not crazy, Stiles. You’re tired. Come with me, I’ll take you home, okay?” you asked. 

He nodded, looking down as he walked out of the classroom.

“He’s not just tired,” Scott said softly.

“He has insomnia, he’s having hallucinations,” Scott began to elaborate.

“Well, how about I get a doctor to look at him? I’ll take him to the hospital,” you suggested. 

He nodded as you kissed his forehead softly, making your way to your car. 

---

“Dr. Gardner isn’t here today,” Melissa looked up to the two of you, shaking her head.

You saw Stiles' face drop slightly, as he took a deep breath.

“Well, who else can help us?” you asked.

“I can call an urgent care doctor if you want,” she suggested. 

You turned to look at Stiles, who shook his head. 

“Okay, how about I look at you. (Y/N), you can just wait here and I’ll take Stiles with me,” Melissa stood up from her chair, walking to the two of you.

“Scott says she has insomnia, he’s hallucinating, probably some other stuff,” you began explaining.

Melissa’s face dropped slightly, as you gave her a confused look.

“I’ll be back soon,” she nodded, walking away hurriedly with Stiles. 

---

“Ms.McCall,” you shot your head up as she walked to you.

“Come with me for a second,” she said.

“I gave Stiles some Midazolam, he’ll be out for some time,” she said.

She held your hand as she walked with you to a storage room.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” you asked.

Melissa opened up a storage file, taking out a folder of another patient.

“Mrs.McCall, what happened?” you asked again, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She handed you the file, along with a paper in her hand. You looked at both of the lists, realizing they both have the same things on them.

Hallucinations

Insomnia

Irritable

Impulsivity

You looked at the top of the page in the folder, reading the name as your face dropped.

Claudia Stilinski

“N-No… he’s not…” your voice broke as tears rushed to your eyes, falling down as you closed the file, handing it to Melissa. 

You covered your mouth, holding back a sob as you shut your eyes tightly.

“Does he know...” you whispered, holding back cries as your voice wavered.

“He doesn’t know yet, and I can’t tell him. Not until I’m 100 percent sure, okay?” she started.

You nodded softly, sniffling as Melissa wrapped her arms around you.

“Don’t tell anyone either. D-Don’t tell Scott or Derek, just wait until…. Until I talk to Noah, okay?” she sniffled.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you cried softly.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

--- 

You sat on a chair next to Stiles’ bed, looking down at him as your eyes watered. He looked sick and fragile, he looked exhausted. Your mind began thinking back to all the memories you had with him and Scott before Scott became a werewolf. You remember how broken he was after his mother died, and how you stayed by his side for months. You remembered their first day of high school, a mixture of panic and excitement on their faces. 

You remembered how he’s always been by your side when something happened, even if you didn't want him there, he never left you. You kissed his forehead softly, looking down at his sleeping figure.

Your phone rang, receiving a call from Scott.

“Hey,” you answered.

“Hey, I kinda need a favor,” he said.

“What’s up?” you looked at Stiles once more before turning away from him.

“Remember the thing Chris was going after yesterday? Well, they’re gonna come back tonight. For Kira. I-I need your help to just keep her safe and keep her in my house until the sun comes back up,” he explained.

“Who’s Kira?” you asked.

“She’s a new student at the school, but she's supernatural, like us. Well, like me. I just need your help,” he said.

You were about to protest, before remembering Melissa’s words. You couldn't tell anyone. But it’s okay, it's only for a few hours, then you would be back.

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

---

“Scott?” you walked into the McCall household, immediately feeling the tension in the air as you saw Agent McCall standing in front of Scott.

You saw Scott look at you, before turning back to Rafael.

“Is there a problem, Agent McCall?” you crossed your arms as he turned to face you.

“This really isn't any of your concern, (Y/N), so, please, leave my house,” he snapped back at you.

“It’s not your house and (Y/N) is my friend, she’s staying here,” you walked to Scott, seeing Agent McCall’s laptop on, with a picture of Scott, and Kira on it.

“You want to ask us questions? Get a warrant,” Scott said.

“I don't need a warrant, I’m your father,” Rafael replied.

“You’re a gene donor. I got my hair color from you, that’s it,” Scott shook his head.

You looked at him with soft eyes, while Rafael looked at him, slightly shocked at his words.

“What’s going on here?” Melissa walked into the house, looking between Scott and Agent McCall.

“Scott,” Kira whispered, motioning to the window, as the sun set.

“Stay here,” you turned to Scott and Kira.

“Who’s that?” Agent McCall asked as he walked to the figure. It wasn't just a figure, it was an Oni. You recognized its face from your books.

“Take a step back,” you warned.

He ignored you, walking to the Oni as it pulled out a sword, stabbing Agent McCall in his shoulder. You gasped as he fell to the floor, Scott and Melissa running to him.

“Kira, is it? I’m (Y/N), just listen to what I say and you’ll be safe, okay?” you quickly turned to her. She nodded her head as you turned, charging at the Oni.

You swung your leg, kicking it in the stomach as it doubled over. Scott quickly pulled Rafael to safety, Melissa behind him.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Derek’s voice as he ran forward, hitting the Oni and tackling it to the ground.

“Kira!” you saw another Oni appear behind her, as you ran to her, pushing her aside.

It grabbed your head, holding you down as your body went cold. Your teeth began to chatter as their eyes turned yellow, looking into yours. You could feel your body growing weaker as you looked up at it, hearing commotion in the distance. You felt an emptiness inside of you, feeling someone hit the Oni, taking its attention off of you as your body fell to the ground, completely paralyzed as you shivered.

---

Derek held your hand, seeing black veins appear on them as he took your pain, trying to snap you out of your paralyzed state. 

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around yourself, as you shivered, Derek putting his hand on your back as he wrapped some blankets on your body, helping you up.

“Where have you been all day?” he whispered to you, walking you to the couch as he sat with you.

“I've been…” you looked at Scott, seeing him look at you before you turned back to Derek.

“I was with Chris,” you lied, looking away from Scott to Derek.

“With Chris?” he questioned.

You nodded, pulling the blanket over you tightly as you sniffled.

“Okay,” you knew he could tell you were lying, looking back at Scott.

You motioned to him that you’d explain it all later, as he nodded softly. You looked around the house, seeing Melissa helping Rafael, Scott with Kira, Ethan, and Aiden arguing about whatever, and the Oni locked outside, from a barrier of mountain ash.

“Well, I guess they are going after humans,” Scott sighed, sitting in front of you.

“I don't think so. I don’t have powers but I’m not completely human. I still can't touch mountain ash,” you shook your head.

“If they’re only going after supernatural, why are they after her?” Ethan asked.

“Cuz she’s not human, so what the hell are you?” you could see Kira become nervous, intimidated by the twins as you frowned.

“She��s a kitsune, idiots,” Derek replied, rolling his eyes.

“A kitsune? What type?” you asked.

“I don't know. She probably doesn't either. You can sense it all around her, she’s not good at controlling it yet,” Derek said.

“So they’re after her?” you asked.

“Scott!” you heard Melissa call for Scott as he ran upstairs.

“I don't know for sure,” he replied.

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why are the twins here?” you asked.

“They want to be in the pack,” Derek replied.

“Well, what does Scott want?” you asked.

“I don't know. They've been following Scott all day,” Derek sighed.

“So? So have you,” you looked up at him.

“I’m a friend,” Derek said.

“So are they,” you replied.

He shook his head, before feeling the ground shaking as you looked up, confused.

You could see dust falling from the ceiling, seeing it shake again.

“Uh, guys…” Ethan said.

The two of you stood up, walking to the door. The Oni took their swords out, hitting the barrier repeatedly.

“What are they trying to do?” Kira asked.

“They're trying to find a weak point and break it,” you replied.

You took a step back, holding Derek’s hand as you tensed slightly.

Scott grabbed his phone, quickly calling Allison.

“Allison? They’re here. What do I do?” Scott yelled into the phone.

There was a moment of quiet as all eyes looked at Scott anxiously, waiting for him to say something.

“Scott, what do we do?” Aiden asked, standing in front of Scott.

“Nothing,” you saw their sword go through the barrier, breaking it.

“A-Are you sure?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Just trust me,” he said.

You saw two of the Oni enter the house, standing in front of Scott and Kira.

Scott and Kira held each other's hands as the Oni held onto them, just as they did you. Ethan took a step forward, as you held him back, shaking your head.

You saw Scott and Kira falling to the floor, both shivering, as the Oni stood up, disappearing.

You ran to Scott, lifting his head up softly.

“Scott?”

---

“So, crazy day, yeah?” Derek said as the two of you walked into the loft.

“Yeah, I guess,” you sighed.

“So, where were you today?” Derek asked.

“Something happened with Stiles, and that’s all I can tell you, okay?” you ran your fingers through your hair as his face dropped.

“Yeah, no problem,” he shook his head.

“I’m gonna… I’ll see you tomorrow,” you ran your fingers through your hair as you sniffled.

“You’re… I just thought you were gonna stay here,” Derek’s voice faded as he looked down at you.

“I just have a lot on my mind right now, I just wanna be alone,” you said softly.

“Of course. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replied, turning his back at you as you sighed. 

“Please don’t be mad at me,” you said.

“I’m not. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you felt your eyes water slightly as Derek walked away from you.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered as you walked away.

---

You flopped onto your bed, taking off your jacket as you held your pillow, closing your eyes as you wrapped your arms around it.

You could feel your heart aching in pain as you bit your lip, holding back your tears as you let your thoughts revolve around your head. About Stiles, about your dad and his family, not to mention, Derek was probably upset as you for acting like you were. 

You heard some shuffling, leaning your head up as you looked around your apartment. You didn’t see anyone, shaking your head as you sniffled. 

You could smell something off, as you raised an eyebrow, looking around your apartment once more. 

Holy crap

You jumped up as you saw the fire, burning through your house as you ran out of bed. You could see the fire spreading quickly, as you took a deep breath, feeling your face and body become warm. 

You ran to the door, trying to pull it open, finding it jammed somehow.

Not today, not like this

You began to feel panic rising in your chest as you pulled at the door once again, trying to force it open. You let out a soft cry, seeing flames surrounding you as your hands began to shake.

You pounded on your door as your tears streamed down your face, pulling it again.

No, please no

You continued to pull on the door, gasping for air as you felt your throat closing up. 

“Someone help! Help me!”

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Aizawa fic - CH 5 - Entrapment

 18+ ONLY! SFW (for now)

Shouta Aizawa x Villian!OC/Reader(?)

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Okay this chapter kinda fucked me up. I got very emo while writing this lmfaoooo, but again sooooooo sorry that I’m so inconsistent, I care about this story and I want it to actually be good before I post ((also I have the shittiest laptop on the face of the planet so I can barely use it)) more like I just dont have the patience to deal with it XD, mais oui! le chapter is done! Please enjoy! x

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The chair I’m strapped to is stiff and uncomfortable at my back. I haven't been able to move for awhile and it’s driving me fucking insane. My back aches, my thighs are sore, I can literally feel my pelvic bone, not to even mention the cracked rib still throbbing and I’ve started to remember the broken nose I gave myself. It’s hard enough to keep my head on straight, I can’t really seem to focus on the questions I’m being asked, let alone my answers. I’ve been here for hours, maybe days. I have no clue. I have absolutely no fucking clue. This dumbass, Detective Aiko just comes and goes, sometimes followed by a short man with a clipboard and glasses. He just asks a few questions and leaves, I’ve lost track of how many times he’s entered and left as quickly as he comes. This time he comes in dragging another metal chair and flips it around on the other side of the table, sitting on it backwards, like he thinks he’s fucking cool or something. He’s large, I’ll give him that. His thighs swallow up the chair easily and I’m surprised he can actually sit on the thing.

I look at him with my tired eyes. We’ve been at this too long, I’m so fucking tired and I can hardly hold his eye contact. My lips are so unbearably chapped they feel like they might split open at any moment, they might have actually, I can taste iron. I’m parched. My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. I’m about to crack, I can feel it. “Water.” My voice is tiny at this point, crackly from the dehydration. “I need water.” My eyes start to sag and I press forward slightly, straining against the straps on my torso, skin raw beneath them after so much of my writhing.

Detective Aiko blinks at me from across the table and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He easily taps one forward and plucks it from the box between his lips. I can tell it’s a practiced movement, he does it without thinking. His habit has become muscle memory. He shoves the pack into his pocket again and retrieves a zippo lighter. If I was more conscious I probably would have rolled my eyes, if it didn’t feel like they might fall out of my head if I did. Of course he has a zippo, ugh. It’s like he learned how to be a cop from watching cheesy cop movies. He flicks it open and closed in a split second and the cigarette is lit. He takes a deep breath, sucking down the entire thing, inhaling so deeply that his chest puffs and swells almost double. He holds that breath for a long moment, releasing it slowly. I expect the smell of burnt tobacco, but there is none. The smoke pours from his nostrils in thick swirls, but it dissipates quickly, without a single trace that it had once been there.

I can see his eyes go glassy from the nicotine high, his shrouded eyes have barely left me. He stares at me like I’m a caged panther; cunning, dangerous, volatile. All things I might have been if I could possibly think straight. “You’ll get your water after you cooperate.” He shifts in the chair slightly, flicking the used cigarette butt to the side. It falls to the ground unceremoniously and I can only imagine how often he flings those things haphazardly and how many thousands he has personally littered into our environment. I’m instantly seething again. A moment ago, I had no capacity for anything really, and now I’m filled head to toe with rage towards this stupid fucking cop. This man withholding my fucking water, my fucking life source.

The thought that he’s actually killing me passes and I pull at the cuffs around my wrists. “Fucking water.” The chains scrape across the table and I can feel the blood on my mouth, my lips have definitely cracked in multiple spots, blood pooling between my teeth. “I fucking need water!” Now I’m just shaking the chains, trying to make enough noise to get him to give in, annoy him into submission. “Water!” His eyebrow twitches, he seemingly has a very short tolerance for my behavior now, no longer amused by my sass and antics.

He quickly rises from the chair and kicks it to the side, it goes clattering against the wall and loudly falls to the ground, tipped on its side. The sudden jolt silences me and the room is tense with the lack of sound. “Who do you work for?!” He yells at me, full chested. The same question Eraser Head asked me in the alley. Where my allegiances lie. There’s another moment of silence before I bust into intense, manic laughter. They still really think I work for someone?

My throat threatens to give out on me, but I can’t control the laughter. “Me, motherfucker!” I shout back, only not as full, my voice is dying quickly, my laughter soon falling with it, replaced by a hacking cough that I’m pretty sure just shredded the dry skin inside my very dry throat. That doesn’t really seem to satisfy him though. He just grunts and picks the chair back up, setting it upright, but not sitting down in it like before. He just stands there, so tall and trying to be intimidating.

He crosses his arms over his chest and scoffs at me just once. “So we’re gonna keep playing this game, huh?” He pulls out another cigarette and huffs it down just as quickly as the first, barely even savoring the drag. His eyes close and he shrugs. “I guess you don’t want that water.” He quickly strides out of the room, leaving me alone and tortured. I can’t move, my body is giving out, I can’t speak because of my hoarse, abused throat, I can’t do anything at all, but sit here. My mind flashes back to when I felt this way before, tied to a dining chair in front of my drunk birther. My eyes start to water and I am amazed that I even have the moisture left in my body to cry. The parallels are too similar and I can feel myself reverting back, the whimpering that’s beginning in the back of my throat. A couple tears start to fall and I’m slowly slipping into that mindset when I hear the door open again.

I try my best to harden my face, trying to mask the depravity that I had just been wallowing in, refusing to make eye contact with Detective Aiko as he rounds the table again and sits in that chair. He sets something on the table and I’m surprised when I look up, to see Eraser Head sitting in that chair across from me instead. There’s a water bottle on the table and I honestly have nothing to say. I’m overwhelmed by this change of events and the tears come faster now, silently streaming down my face. I feel so vulnerable and this man that I have only prodded and teased is the one here to help me. It’s like the universe is laughing at me, it feels like a trick, but one I’m knowingly and willingly letting myself fall into. I suck in a deep breath, hoping he won’t say anything about my tears. “They haven’t cleaned you up at all, have they?” His voice is low, but he honestly sounds concerned. I lamely shake my head, unable to tell him that I’ve been sitting strapped to this chair since the moment he left. He grunts shortly then stands, slowly grabbing the water bottle and cracking the lid open.

My tears lessen as I watch him, he’s looking at me like I’m a wounded animal and deep down I can’t blame him. All I’ve done since meeting him is lash out and hurt him. In spite of all that he reaches out to me slowly, the cold water bottle in one hand, the other gingerly gripping the side of my neck and tilting my head back. I look at him hesitantly. I’m just supposed to let him pour water into my mouth? That feels too weird, and intimate, and needy, but I can’t really pour the water into my own mouth, so I part my lips for him. He gently presses the rim of the water bottle onto my bottom lip, easing the cold, fresh water onto my sandpaper tongue. His fingertips graze the skin on my neck as the pad of his thumb softly wipes away my tears. It’s so gentle and intimate that I can’t help but cry harder. I’ve never felt such a sincere caress and it’s like my heart is breaking into a million pieces, astounded by the tenderness that I haven’t allowed myself to even realize I was missing. The silent resentment falling away for a moment and letting something new replace it. Adoration? Sympathy? Genuine gratitude?

I take in this new feeling hesitantly as I try to gulp down the water as quickly as he’s pouring it into my mouth. I relish in the feeling of the cool liquid on my tongue and into the back of my throat, soothing the burning I had endured for so long. The tears continue to fall even after the water bottle is empty and I realize his hand is still gently stroking my cheek in an attempt to calm my tears. He tosses the empty water bottle aside and peers down at me. I stare back up at him, my eyes starting to puff up from the tears I had just shed, cloudy with the residual moisture on my lashes. He’s even more beautiful now than ever before, caring for me so tenderly, and I think I understand now. I love him. I must love him. The way I was drawn to him before, it all makes sense. I’ve never felt anything like this before, no one has ever given me even a sliver of a second thought, but here he is. This man I don’t even know caring for a tortured criminal that’s done nothing, but awful things. It must be love. It must be... something at least.

I realize the moment’s been too long and I turn my gaze away, squeezing my eyes shut. I can’t help but feel embarrassed. Here he is helping me, giving me the water I so desperately needed and I can’t even choke out a ‘thank you’. Should I? Would he want me to? His hand falls away and I hear him start to shuffle to the door. Dammit. I’m breathing heavy, trying to catch my breath from the way I gulped down water like a dying horse. “I’m going to get a first aid kit.” I almost don’t hear him, but my eyes snap open. He’s coming back? To help me even more? Eraser Head is… going to tend my wounds… that I got fighting… HIM. This is all so bizarre and my head spins a little, but I can’t help the trace of a grin that tugs on my lips and the slight twinge of heat in my cheek.

I hear that knock on the door again, but before it opens I mumble out a small, drained. “Thank you.” My throat is still destroyed, but it’s enough that I hope he heard me. I guess I’ll never know if he did or even cared because the door opens and closes with no acknowledgment that I had said anything. Once again, I am left by myself, in this too bright room, strapped to a metal chair. As I sit here, it’s hard not to fall back into my miserable thoughts. Self loathing and what if’s come easily. What if that really was a trick? What if he’s never coming back? What if I just imagined the whole thing? What if he’s disgusted by me and just taking pity? I internally cringe at myself. That one is probably closest to the truth. He thinks of me like a charity case, someone who can’t help themselves. He’s a hero after all, that good ole savior complex will always rear it’s big, nasty head at some point. He’s helping me to make himself feel better, not to make me feel better. I sneer at myself. I almost fell into his trap, but no. I’m better than that. I was almost that dumb cunt I used to be, trusting people, needing others help. Fuck no. I promised myself I would never be that person again. I’m better now.

But then the indignation fades and all I’m left with is the reality of the situation. I do need his help. I’m broken and bleeding, strapped to a chair in an interrogation room. I start to cry again. It’s not a heavy cry, just one that makes you realize so much in such a short period of time. I cry as I realize I do need help. I need more help now than I’ve ever needed before. I’ve probably needed help this entire time and refused to see it, refused to ask for it. Asking for help never seemed like an option, it seemed like a burden. Yet, Eraser Head isn’t even offering me help, he’s giving it. Willingly. Of his own accord.

I continue to struggle with my thoughts on the situation far longer than I would deem necessary before I admit to myself it doesn’t matter because he’s simply not coming back. It’s been too long for him to have actually been going to get a first aid kit. He’s gone forever now. Poof. Might as well stop thinking about him. I can’t though. Can’t stop thinking about his perfect face, the way he touched my neck, the tenor of his voice, the scruff on his chin, the scar under his eye, the heat of his body behind mine. It all sends a thrill through me, but more than that, just a deep sense of longing. I yearn for him. I just want him to come back to me, I don’t care if he has the first aid kit he left for or not. I just want him to be present with me because everything just hurts less when he’s here. The open wounds mean nothing when he’s here. He’s the only reason any of my pain has ever been eased. I need him. I love him.

I start to allow fresh tears to fall, but my eyes are already welded shut from the fat tears I had shed earlier, too heavy to open and crusted over with dried tears because I still can’t wipe my eyes. The new ones gently come and allow me to crack open my eyes just slightly. I’m honestly on the brink of exhaustion, but my body has miraculously found a way to push forward. I’m taking a deep breath, trying to re-center myself. Get a grip on reality. Stretch my fingers and toes, get some feeling back in my aching body, crack my neck as best as I can. It’s not much, but it helps. I’m the only one that can do anything for me now. I start trying to survey the room to a closer extent than I had before, but honestly it’s still the same, too bright, all white room. I guess I can see a vent in the top right corner, but it’s too small for me to even think about escaping from. Not to mention, I can’t see a camera, so it must be in the corner behind me, watching, recording my every move. I grumble. There’s also the two way mirror, that I assume has had at least three people on the other side of it at all times. I’m completely under thumb.

I sigh, there’s not much I can do in this situation, and this dumb collar is still canceling my quirk. I’m chained up and defenseless. Fucking great. The door scrapes open again and I startled to see Eraser Head quickly invade the room, that wild look in his eyes again. The tips of his hair are flicking back and forth angrily, but not like it was before when he was erasing my quirk, more like… he’s just worked up. He’s breathing deeply, standing up straight and crossing his arms, a full 180 from his calm, gentle demeanor he had earlier. He’s actually quite intimidating like this and I start to shrink into myself, not knowing why his mood has changed. I didn’t do anything. He looks to the door and reaches out to flick his wrist in a ‘get the fuck over here’ motion. Detective Aiko comes into the room and unlocks my cuffs, releasing my arms from the table. He seems reluctant and I’m insanely confused by this sudden turn of events. My eyes are wide and I look to Eraser Head again, confusion evident on my twisted up face. “I’m taking you to the hospital. The collar will stay on and I will cuff you down when we get there.” He says it all so blankly and I’m even more confused that I was before he answered.

Detective Aiko doesn’t look up, he just grumbles out a gruff, ‘bad fucking idea’ before moving onto the straps at my torso, allowing me to pull away from the chair just a little bit. I struggle to force my muscles to keep myself upright, wanting to slump over and crumple to the floor. He undoes the one at my lap and I barely feel it because my entire bottom half has gone numb at this point. He lowers down further and unlocks the cuffs at my ankles, fully freeing me from the chair. I’m immediately elated to be liberated once again, getting overzealous and springing from the chair. Blood rushes to my head and my numb legs remind me how bad of an idea that is because I tip forward, falling into the metal table, the wind knocked from my lungs. I let out a wheeze and feel strong hands pull me back up onto my feet from my shoulders.

Eraser Head wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his hip to support my weight. I can feel his hero muscles swell as he pulls me off the table, shifting so we can shuffle towards the door. I’m still dazed and weak, trying to work with his movements instead of against them, but my legs can barely hold myself up and he ends up dragging me along with him more than anything else. My head is right next to his shoulder, tucked tight to his body and I press myself closer, nuzzling my cheek onto his collarbone. He feels so good against me. I’m so woozy, I feel like I’m dreaming. This all could be a mirage, I am dehydrated as hell. But it feels so real and so good that I just submit to it immediately. I press even further, trying to get up to his neck. Trying to be closer. The moment crashes around me in an instant as cuffs fall around my wrists. Damn. It’s Detective Aiko standing behind me, cuffing my wrists together and ruining the moment I was just having with Eraser. I glare up at him and he just ignores me, squeezing the cuffs tighter, too tight. I yelp, but he just looks over to Eraser Head like, ‘Really?’. Eraser grunts and holds his hand out for the key, he still has that wild look in his eye and I realize now that it’s pointed at Detective Aiko. HE’s in the doghouse, not me. Well, I am still arrested, but it doesn’t really feel like it when Eraser Head is personally escorting me to the ER, cuffs or no cuffs. Detective Aiko drops the key into his outstretched hand with an eyeroll.

Eraser Head spins me around, so I’m facing forward. My head is still dizzy, but my legs are starting to get some feeling back and I’m able to stand on my own now, even if I am a bit wobbly. He pulls me close to him again, gripping my bicep with one hand and supporting my weight with a hand on my hip. He’s taller than I remember him being. Glancing over my shoulder, I have to look up at him. His jaw is set, clenched with the anger he’s trying to hold back, silently seething. He’s still eyeing Detective Aiko with a menacing nature, I know his quirk is eye related, but it seems he also has a natural affinity for staring anyways. I watch him tuck the key into his front pocket, then grip my arm again, his hands are so large. I gulp, now realizing my ass is basically pressed up to his hip. He’s still taller than me, it's more like his thigh, but that doesn’t change the fact that my ass is on this man. My mind goes crazy as he holds me there, having some kind of stare down with Aiko. Neither of them has moved, but after a moment the detective shifts back with a grumble. Eraser Head grunts and guides me forward, supporting me as we exit the interrogation room.

Eyes follow us as Eraser Head leads me out of the room and down the hall. The receptionist at the front desk gasps when she sees me walking (semi) free. I can tell they all know who I am. I can tell they’re all scared of me. I don't need my quirk for that. I take advantage of the tense scene before me and grin, lurching forward at the woman sitting at the desk. Eraser Head is still gripping me firmly, so I don’t make it very far before he yanks me back to his body, but I do make it far enough to scare that bitch gawking at me. She screams and drops the phone receiver in her hand, stumbling backwards. I didn’t really expect such a dramatic reaction, did she really think I was gonna rip her head off or something? I’m fucking handcuffed… and doesn’t she fucking work at the police station? She should be used to this by now, why is she so fucking scared? Dramatic bitch.

Eraser Head pushes me forward, obviously still riled up from previous events. I stumble forward a bit, but his grip on me is so firm I couldn’t fall if I wanted to. We continue walking through the waiting lobby, until we reach two large glass doors. Outside the doors, it’s day time, probably late afternoon by the look of the sunlight. I take a deep breath, ready to take a step out those doors, ready to leave this awful fucking place, full of these awful fucking people. Eraser presses the handicap button and the door swinging open, the air is warm as we step out and it’s a little joy in this shitty situation that I bask in for a moment. When we step onto the sidewalk, I look up at Eraser Head. This protective stance, the hand on my hip, if I just ignore the handcuffs it’s like we’re a couple on a stroll. I smile up at him, thinking about how sweet he looks with his hair catching the late afternoon light. It’s golden hour and it settles on him nicely, highlighting his stark features. His eyes flick down to me and an expression of genuine surprise passes his face for a split second. He looks away quickly, a blush coating his cheeks, but his face returns to its stoic default.

We continue like this for a moment until we come up on his vehicle. I’m not sure what I expected, but a small wave of sadness washes over me as he opens the rear door, shoving me into the backseat. I didn’t really think he would put me in the front with him, but this feels so… impersonal. I guess that’s what we are. Impersonal. I mean, I don’t even know his last name. I slouch into the black leather of the car and pout to myself, feeling defeated. Eraser Head buckles me into the seat, leaning over me with his whole, big body. Heat floods my stomach and suddenly I’m feeling something… else. I huff, breathing in his scent, I can still smell the bergamot on him, but the other scent on him still eludes me. It’s sweet and musky, almost earthy. He pulls away before I can breathe in again, shutting the door on me, boxing me into this car alone again. He’s in the driver’s seat about 4 seconds later, but the silence of being alone again still stands out to me. I shake my head, and try to focus on the sounds of the car as he roars the engine to life and pulls out of the parking lot.

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Sorry for such the big delay for chapter 2! Since this took some time, I made this chapter longer. As I said before: please be nice, this is my first fanfic. I would LOOOVEEE feedback or even tips to better my writing. I made a little playlist for you guys can listen to while reading. Please enjoy!

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Chapter 2:

「6:30pm」

Horns honking left and right, men in suits exiting the train. Women sitting on benches holding their phones with their shoulder–typing away on a laptop. High school girls walking around in groups, giggling and smiling at one another. Obviously they were having a good conversations. Tourists and visitors checking out pastry displays, hands on their chins- undecided on what to get.'Tokyo sure is busy, huh.'  Y/n said to herself.

Y/n was currently strolling throughout the streets, glancing every now and then at food restaurants— trying to see what she was in the mood for.  Tapping her phone screen once again, she checked the time. In a thin helvetica font, the numbers "3:25" were written along with the words "pm" right next to it in a smaller font size. Dropping her hands down, her arms drooping right along- a sigh left her lips. She's been walking around for 15 minutes and still couldn't find what she wanted to eat. She stopped by a bakery, checking out what they had to offer, didn't really liked what she saw and left. Then went to a classic sushi restaurant— that also served Ramen. Once again, she turned her head and walked out of door. From there, she just began going back and forth through restaurants— which leads her to right now. She went deeper into the city, wandering further away from the school's location. To be honest, the whole mission even slipped her mind- she had a new job now: finding where the fuck to eat. Being really the indecisive person she was, this whole thing took another hour. Yeah...a whole HOUR.

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At last, the woman was finally making her to an empty table carrying a black tray, filled with her meal order. Placing her order on the beautiful round tan wooden table, she pulls out the chair tucked under—sitting herself down. Y/n glanced down at her food and honestly, it looked good as hell. Kinda reminded her of how those anime food gifs looked like that you search up on Google. What was her food choice? Well, it was Ramen:

I know, I know- early she said she wasn't in the mood for Ramen but shut up! People can change and y/n's appetite craving sure did.

Picking up the pair of wooden chopsticks with her right, slowly watching as the steam from the noodles rised up only to disappear within the air—y/n began to eat her meal. Grasping the thin long lines of unleavened wheat dough between her chopsticks, she silently blew on before placing them into her mouth. Using her left hand, she grabbed the chirirenge—dipping it into the bowl, scooping up a spoonful of the well seasoned broth. Y/n brought her left to her lips and slowly drunk the liquid. She continued eating, placing the tender mushrooms into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Taking more sips of the broth with her chirirenge, her right hand going to her bowl again to grab a piece of sliced meat then taking another chomp. She was enjoying this a little more than she should but so what? She deserved it. Still,  time was going by pretty fast actually and she still yet to remember her mission.

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Three hours have now passed since "3:25pm". Y/n was now finishing up her glass of water, as a waitress came to pick up the empty bowl along with the tray. Grabbing her phone, she made her way out of the door. It was now 6pm. It was less crowded now, but since it wasn't dark yet, people were still around checking out the city. It was the beginning of summer after all.

Y/n was now walking down the streets of Tokyo, before she head back—she wanted to stop by the convenience store to get a few things. Taking a sharp turn to the left, then pushing through a sea full of people— she made it to her destination. The convenience store. At this moment, y/n was ready to take in on her indulges of just buying snacks like crazy. She barley had enough time to eat a proper meal because of her crazy schedule, so she always just ate a quick snack to pass her hunger over to complete her mission.

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Placing her hand on the door's handle, pushing it forward and stepped into the store. She stood there in awe for a few seconds until a small smirk appeared on her lips, she was now in her snack buying heaven. Automatically going towards the back of the store, she grabs herself a few drinks. Next, she went to an aisle and grabbed a few packets of candy. Moving onto the next aisle, where all the chips, cookies, instant Ramen,(etc) were at—y/n just stood there. She had such a wide variety to choose from but first she grabbed a couple of her favorite cup Ramen and her cookies as well. Now, what type of chips did she want? When it came down to these, y/n always liked to look at the flavors and see if there were any new ones. And if they were? Well she'll try them. Shrugging her shoulder, she went up and grabbed a few of the ones she always ate then a few of the new flavors. It was now time to check out, she had enough snacks to last her a decent month or two. Carrying all of her items to the front counter, she casually dropped them as the cashier began scanning. Y/n stood there looking at the small monitor, watching as the numbers went up after every beep—she hoped that she'll be able to pay for everything.

The cashier placed all of her food items into white plastic bags and placed them on the counter.

"Your total is ¥2664.19." The worker said. ($25.19 in USD)

Immediately, she goes into her pocket and pulls out the cash needed to pay. She hands it to the cashier and grabs the white bags resting on the countertop. A 'Thank you' leaving the person's lips as y/n nodded her head and walked out the store. Now it was time to head back! Today was a victory. She got to wander around Tokyo, Eat a decent meal, and not to mention got snacks. Y/n smiled to herself and pulled out her phone. Since she had snacks, she was gonna shoot Megumi a message to see if he was willing to eat some with her. Maybe they could find a good sho–wait a minute. At this moment, she froze. Megumi? Letting out a gasp with a surprised expression, she came to realization.

"OH SHIT, I FORGOT ABOUT THE MISSION."

In less than a second, y/n was on her feet, dashing down the street. she was pretty fast, considering she was a Sorcerer and running was a common thing.

Unlocking her phone with her thumb, she went to her contacts and immediately called her partner.

"please, please, please... pick up." She said to herself. Even though she knew he was a Sorcerer and could handle himself, her gut told her something wasn't right and this threw her into a panic.

"The phone number you are trying to re-"

It was no use, he wasn't picking up. How would she know where he was?  He could be anywhere—they spilt up to look for the finger, to see if it was in a different location. So many thoughts were running through her head, she didn't even know where she was heading to. The only thing she could think of was her friend's safety.

She finally came down to a decision to first check the school. If he wasn't there, she wasn't sure what she'll do but she'll leave things up to future her. Making a sharp turn to the right, she went into an alley way. Jumping on top of trash can, y/n used this as little boost to pull herself up to a building's rooftop. Since she spent so much time doodling off, it was now dark. Which was a good thing—so people wouldn't see her leaping from building to building. It would be weird as hell if they did.

Going through hellish missions of fighting curses did pay off. She had agility and was able to pass over buildings with ease, swiftly taking a right turn—next a left as she went further down. Pushing her foot upwards off of the concrete roof, she leaped into the air, grabbing onto a branch from a tree. She then released her grip and landed on the sidewalk, proceeding to sprint towards the school.

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At last, she was at the school's gates. Instinctively, her eyes began examining the area. Checking the ground, she saw a few broken shards of glass, this must have meant something happened. Y/n looked up and her heart almost dropped into her stomach. There were multiple broken windows and she felt lingering curse energy oozing out from the school. Without wasting anymore time, the woman ran into the school. Busting through the doors, she swiftly headed to the staircase and started ascending the steps with speed.

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Seeing that there were nobody on each floor, her last step was the school's roof.

Making it to the last set of stairs, y/n prepared herself—she took into caution of a cursed being present. Gathering and focusing on her curse energy, she was ready to take on the curse at any moment. Steadily, she made her way up steps and pulled the roof's door open. To her surprise, it was nothing was she intended it to be.

On his knees, completely worn-out, covered in injuries head to toe, uniform in a mess, and the obvious bleeding from his head. She knew it, Megumi was hurt.

Immediately, dropping her plastic bags, she rushed over to him- completely ignoring her sensei. Lowering herself down to his level, and before she could speak- her friend did.

"I'm fine, no need to worry." He said with his eyes closed, looking away from her direction. He wasn't fine, he was holding his torso—blood was dripping down from his hand. Y/n blamed herself deeply, it was her fault that he was in such a state. Grabing his right arm, she slung it over her neck as it rested on her shoulder. She then slider her left arm around his waist to help him back on his feet. Megumi wanted to protest but he knew thay she wasn't planning on letting him go. Now they were both on their feet, she finally looked up and noticed a tall man with a stupid blindfold—Gojo Satoru, their teacher. She didn't only notice him but a shirtless boy hanging over his shoulder? He had pink hair with a black undercut, she swear she saw him before but couldn't put her finger on it.

"Aww! Y/n you missed it!" Gojo said with a pouty voice in attempt to sound like an innocent school girl.

"Miss what?" She responded.

"Nothing." Megumi spat out in an annoyed tone.

Gojo was opening his mouth to speak again but y/n cut off him.

"Who's that?" Y/n was looking at the boy who was knocked tf out on Gojo's shoulder. Her sensei only hummed in response, this irritated her because he didn't answer her question. Megumi noticed this and sighed,

"I'll explain later."

Y/n glared at her injured partner, not liking that the two were being secretive but megumi did say he'll tell her soon, that was enough. Both of them started walking towards the roof's door. Bending her knees down slightly, she leaned to the side and used her free to pick up her snacks. With this, she completely lets go of megumi as he fell onto the ground with a harsh slap. Before megumi could literally curse her out for dropping him after she offered to help him, she quickly picked him up bridal style. Fushiguro was silent. it wasn't that he accepted what she was doing but more like in shock and didn't have words.

Satoru just stood by with a dumbfounded look on his face and only was able to say "O-"

Y/n didn't really care, it was bothersome to carry him on her shoulder all the way down some stairs. As she said before, she's a Sorcerer.

Megumi looked up at her with an angry expression, it seemed like he was gonna pop a vain. She only smiled in response and simply said, "Hold on." And with that, she jumped off the school's roof, heading back to the dorms.

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[ V V S her diamonds ]

summary : seungwan is an idiot, joohyun is an idiot. cupid rips his hair out in frustration.

small note : please yell at galaxygerbil for me. for putting justin freaking bieber’s ‘anyone’ in my head on loop for centuries and for the hectic mess that i am when i read their fics. this is an attempt the only genre i have been skirting around because i just cannot read/write angst. if this ages decently, yay.

p.s. characters are from my first wenrene university au (you know who i am?) so it’s identical in regards to characters and the au itself, but a different plot. 

tw : slight angst (but it’s all cupid’s), perpetual urge to scream.

[senior!irene x junior!wendy]

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[5:15p.m.] Seungwan rushes past the temptation of bookshops, restaurants and arcades. She silently curses when she very nearly falls flat on her face from an uneven bit of pavement.

. . .

“Seungwan-ah!” Yerim calls out, retracting her debit card from the exasperated cashier and waving Seungwan towards her. “Come, hurry up and order something.”

The blonde shyly weaves through the crowded little arcade cafe, eliciting pointed looks and grunts from hungry patrons. She leaves the ‘I-dare-you-to-challenge-my-best-friend-right-now’ stare to Yerim. 

Seungwan reaches the counter with a huff. “What are you guys getting?” 

“I got bibimmyeon.” The younger glances over her shoulder at Seulgi who’s scrolling through her phone at the table in the corner. “Uh, i think Seul got pork mandu.”

Seungwan holds up two fingers and a polite smile. “Two bibimmyeon, please.”

The cashier inputs their orders with a click of a button, swiping Yerim’s card through the reader.

The duo shuffle away with a number card on a metal stand, heading for the table under the stairs. A harassed Seulgi barely notices her friends sitting down.

“You’re here?” She clicks her phone off and begins rummaging through her Muji pencil case for a pencil. “What did you get? I think we’re pulling an all-nighter.”

“Bibimmyeon, same as Yerimie.” Seungwan grimaces, more at the possibility of another sleepless night. But such is university life. Plus, she’d much rather her friends keep her accountable than procrastinate alone. Especially on projects that weighed so heavily on her final grade.

Yerim elbows Seungwan, who suddenly notices she’s the last to get her materials out.

Like clockwork, the three get to work, the clicking of their keyboards overtaken by frantic plastic clicking of various 90’s arcade machines.

Thankfully, food is served right as they’re wrapping up chapter three, the worst one of them all. Seungwan, Seulgi and Yerim scarf down their food like girls ten years starved, focused on feeding the demands of their stomachs rather than their assignments.

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The sun retires past the blue-purple horizon, leaving three burnt out students standing outside a closed cafe, clutching laptops and notebooks in the dark. They hastily make plans again for next week’s study date, sweeping the forgotten all-nighter under the rug, all too eager to head home and shut the door in the faces of their due dates and exams.

“Same time next week?” Seungwan asks after a yawn.

Seulgi shakes her head, squinting at her calendar app. “I have dance tryouts then. Can we do Thursday instead? We can meet at the same time then, or even earlier.”

Yerim agrees to everything, seconds away from falling asleep on her feet. 

“Alright,” the blonde sighs, plugging the aux cable into her phone and flipping through her Spotify. “See you guys then. Yerimie bring your own highlighter next time.”

Everyone mumbles, turning their own ways.

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“YAH!”

The rude exclamation of a tall, red-faced boy while his smaller friend stands meekly behind him blares attention bells to the furthest corner of their university cafeteria.

Seungwan pauses mid-chew to shush a pouting Yerim, who’s upset that her funny dog story was interrupted right as it was getting good. They face the commotion and Seungwan beholds a pair of steely eyes gazing boredly from underneath the brim of a black Yankee baseball cap.

That signature glare belongs to none other than Bae Joohyun, someone the junior recognises instantly from (truthfully much more than) one of their shared literature electives. And of course, beside her stands her equally as intimidating friends, Park Sooyoung and Kim Jennie. 

And the hothead is the only person who’d be stupid enough to challenge a trio like that: fresh campus casanova, Wong Lucas. Seungwan’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, but she isn’t surprised.

Everyone’s attention has been commanded now, but if the boy cared, he didn’t show it.

“Yah, freshman.” Jennie snaps, gripping her mocha latte and stepping to the front while Sooyoung suspiciously eyes him and his friend. “Speak with some respect. What’s wrong with you! We’re your seniors.”

The meek girl behind him looks terrified, curly mousy-brown ponytails shadowing the cold sweat visibly beading on her forehead. She almost moves to say something but Lucas stops her with a firm hand, turning back to continue berating the girl in the cap.

“You couldn’t even let her talk?!” The irony is lost on him, as a frown settles on his arched eyebrows, frustration frosting over his features. “She told me you rejected her before she could finish. Did you have to speak so rudely? Do you know how hard it is to confess?”

A hint of apprehension creeps into Sooyoung’s expression and Jennie fights the urge to splash her drink right in his face. Followed by the cup.

Bae Joohyun simply resists a yawn.

“Can you move? We’re busy.” 

It’s the first time she’s spoken since the outburst, and Seungwan feels her palms sweat.

The girl behind Lucas finally speaks. Her eyes are glossy and wide, overflowing with hurt and betrayal. “It’s okay, s-sunbae. B-but I… I was hoping we could still–”

“I’m not interested,” comes the cut and dry reply.

A bystander innocently tries to diffuse the rising tension. He lightly places his hand on the boy’s shoulder, darting his gaze between the two teams. “Alright I think that’s enough.” He turns to Lucas. “No need to be so hostile, be a gentleman and apologise.”

“Whatever.” Lucas irritatedly shrugs him off, piercing stare fixed on the senior who couldn’t look more disinterested. “You deserve it. You think you can just talk however you want just because you’re pretty? Self-centred trash, fix your attitude first.”

Sooyoung’s jaw drops, Jennie goes wide-eyed, and Yerim is fumbling around with the record button as quietly as she can. 

Seungwan’s heart quickens in pace.

Joohyun doesn’t even realise she’s lunging forward.

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The cafeteria disperses with hushed whispers and repeated glances over shoulders until it’s just Seungwan, Seulgi and Yerim left. They’re glued to their seats, astounded at the sight of Wong Lucas on the ground, clutching his nose in pain while Song Yuqi stands frozen to the spot, paled in horror at witnessing her crush just sock her older brother square in the face.

It’s so silent save for the moaning and groaning from the floor.

“Did you see that?” Seungwan murmurs back at her friends, unaware that her eyes glint with obvious admiration. “That was kinda cool.”

Seulgi’s lip quirks in disbelief. “It’s definitely broken. Look at her, she’s insane.”

“Right?” Yerim snickers, already posting the video clip to their group chat. “Insanely co-ordinated. Best thing that’s happened all day.” 

“I’m gonna offer her a Band-Aid,” Seungwan spontaneously decides, ignorant to the horror plastered on both her friends’ faces.

Yerim makes tiny, urgent neck slice motions while Seulgi quickly yanks an eager Seungwan down hard by the sleeve.

“Ow, Seul!” The blonde mouths, brows furrowing in annoyance. 

The dancer takes the opportunity to knock some sense into her. “Seriously, are you crazy?” she whispers harshly, her own nerves flaring at the thought of being overheard. “It’s an insult! She’s going to kill you.”

Both girls try to stop their friend from making the dumbest decision of her life, but Seungwan frees herself from their frantically grasping limbs, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading to the crime scene.

She reaches just in time to feel Lucas brush angrily past them and out the doors. Yuqi slinks after him, casting Joohyun an apologetic look. 

Way to get rejected twice, Seungwan sympathises. Poor kid, with a sibling who’s an idiot Hercules. 

It takes all her willpower to wrestle her racing heartbeat and her self-preservation instinct into submission. The junior approaches with care, trying with everything she has to convey that she comes in peace.

Joohyun shifts her focus to her and Seungwan’s legs almost go jelly, but something about Joohyun draws her in like a spell. She hated playing good samaritan in situations like these, but it isn’t as though Seungwan hasn’t been dying to talk to her impossibly attractive senior since the first day of class.

You miss any chance you don’t take, right? Yes, obviously.

“H-hi sunbaes,” Seungwan greets with a cautious bow. This is the closest she’s been to the black velvet trio and it’s certainly leaving an impression. She doesn’t even have to look back to know that her block-head friends are gawping at the scene, wondering how their loser of a friend is so okay with dying at the age of twenty two.

Blinking, Seungwan washes her thoughts of how dazzling Joohyun looks, even when she looks like she’s out for blood. Especially when she looks like she’s out for blood.

Suddenly remembering the other reason she came over here, the small blonde holds out some alcohol wipes and Band-Aids like gifts. “Are you h– are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” Joohyun responds curtly. She surely knows her icy stare crumples Seungwan’s insides like butter paper. Perhaps that’s why she does it. “It’s over.”

“A-are you sure your fist knows?” The junior tries, all too aware the girl in front of her could have her wiped off the face of the earth with the snap of her fingers.

A scowl ghosts across Joohyun’s face before she drops her eyes to where her fist is still clenched and trembling slightly.

Seungwan fills the silence with an awkward chuckle. “Just thought you might want to clean up after the battle.”

Jennie and Sooyoung’s unimpressed looks are replaced with shock when Joohyun actually accepts a wet wipe from the younger’s shaking hands. Her eyes are pinned to the wipe as it glazes over bruised, rosy knuckles.

The shorter girl internally swoons. Her mere offering has been received! – and not just received regularly, but received with a frosty ‘thank you’, to top it all off. 

As the three seniors are leaving, Seungwan secretly prays that Yerim used her brains and recorded this moment too.

She flinches out of her thought bubble when Seulgi lands a palm clumsily on her shoulder.

“Wah, daebak,” the Cadbury-haired dancer congratulates her crazy, bodacious friend. “So what was that, like your first date or something?”

Yerim scoffs, hooking her arm around Seulgi’s bicep and dragging her out. “Come on Seul, we might as well start eating bugs and singing ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’. Wannie unnie can’t see us anymore.”

Seungwan rushes after her best friends, picking up her pace when they break into a power walk to the bus station.

“Yerm-ah! Did you get that? Please tell me you got that!”

[melwritten]

“please...”

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█ warning(s)/trigger(s) → swearing, angst, fluff??

█ summary → harry shows up to y/n’s door drunk and starts a fight about him seeing her with another guy the night before at a party that he also happened to be at. by this point they’ve been broken up for around a month or so after he left her but harry can’t help but still be jealous.

█ prompts → (in order of use, and bolded)

77: “it’s 2am. what do you want?”

290: “you need to leave. right now.”

156: “i didn’t realize i needed your permission.”

149: “i can’t get you out of my head.”

124: “don’t say you love me.”

160: “i didn’t want to hurt you.”

prompts by: https://dontburntheseimagineseliza.tumblr.com/post/145499085422/prompts

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The night before was an eventful night for Y/N, she had gone to a party with a man she had met not long after Harry left. Little did Y/N know, Harry would be at that same party. Okay, maybe she did know and she only went to make him jealous. She knew that if she went with someone Harry didn’t know he’d lose his mind and beat the shit out of whoever she was with because even though he was the one that left her, he still acted protective over her. Things were different that night though. Harry had made direct eye contact with Y/N but failed to do or say anything at all. Maybe he was finally over her? She wished she could say the same.

“Yeah Leana, I’m pretty sure he’s finally done with me.” Y/N said with a sigh as she threw her hair into a bun while on FaceTime with her best friend the night after the party.

“I highly doubt that,” Her best friend laughed and shook her head before leaning back. “Harry’s obsessed with you.”

“But he left me. Remember?’ Y/N asked in a sarcastic tone, trying not to get choked up over the fact.

“I know.. But-“ Leana paused in the middle of her sentence when she heard a knocking coming from the other side of the screen.

Y/N listened for a second to make sure she wasn’t just hearing things but the knocking got louder and she got up from her bed.

“Hey, um, I’ll call you back.” The female said to her friend as she shut her laptop screen.


Getting up from her bed, Y/N slipped her pajama pants back on and adjusted the hoodie she was wearing before she exited her bedroom, the knocking continuing loudly.

“I’m coming!” She yelled in an annoyed tone as she walked up to her door, unlocking it and opening it; not expecting who was on the other side.


“Harry? I’m exhausted and It’s 2am. Why are you here and what the hell do you want?” She stared up at the man at him, who was clearly drunk out of his mind.

He looked at her and slid his knuckles past his mouth after chewing on his nails nervously while he waited impatiently at the door before pushing passed her without saying a word after he saw her and entered her apartment, kicking his shoes off before he moved closer towards the living room and just stared at her.

She looked at him and rolled her eyes, keeping the door open. “You need to leave. Right now.”


He walked back towards her and moved her away from the door, closing it and locking it before grabbing her wrist and bringing her to where he was previously standing. She tried to escape his grasp but due to their differences in strength, she failed.

“What the hell were you doing with that asshole at the party yesterday huh?” 

“I wanted to go out. I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”

“Who was that?”

“That’s none of your business Harry.”

“It is my business! I need to know who the fuck is going out to parties I’m at with my girlfriend.” He slurred his words but they still held their meaning. 

Y/N winced when Harry raised his voice at her before staring at him for a second then let out a weak chuckle.

“Your girlfriend? You left me, Harry! You left me and never turned back! You were at the same party with some random groupie so clearly, you’re over me!”

“Over you Y/N? I can’t get you out of my fucking head! I still love you!”

The small brunette’s eyebrows furrowed at the last 4 words that just left his mouth. She managed to leave his grasp and she stepped away from him, feeling so many different emotions wash over her all at once.

“Don’t say you love me. Especially when you don’t mean it.” 

Her voice wavered and she held her fists to her chest, staring straight into his eyes before turning to go back and open the door to let him out. Before she was even able to take a step towards the door, his large arms were wrapped around her small and weak frame. They stood there for a second before Y/N fell to her knees, Harry going down with her; not letting go.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, baby…” Harry breathed out, the smell of whiskey blowing past Y/N’s nose as he rested his chin on the small woman’s shoulder. 

“Well, you did. You broke my fucking heart, Harry. And I’m not your ‘baby’, not anymore.” Y/N’s choked on her words, tears starting to stream down her face. She covered her mouth with her hands, trying not to let out a sound.

The large man felt his heart crack in his chest before he proceeded to turn Y/N around in his arms so that he would be facing her.

“You are my baby and you always will be. Please take me back. I can’t live without you. I need you Y/N…”

He moved her hands from her face, although there was some resistance. Harry slid one of his fingers under her chin and lifted it so that she'd be looking right at him.

“Please…”

He pleaded, which caused Y/N’s teary hazel eyes to finally stare into his stunning green ones.

“I want to… But I can’t…”

“Please… Just give me another chance…”

She wiped the tears that pooled against her lower waterline so that she could see his face more clearly. He looked defeated, truly broken. The same way she’d seen herself look in the mirror for the past month or so. She was in love with this man. She truly was. She would have done anything to get him back and now he’s here begging for her back; something she’d thought he’d never do.

“I-“


Before she could even finish a sentence, Harry rested his large hands on her cheeks and leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on her swollen pink lips. She kissed him back with no hesitation at all, wrapping her arms around his neck. The large man started to stand, and Y/N instantly wrapped her legs around his waist to keep her up. His hands had moved from her cheeks to her lower thighs at this point to hold her.

The kiss deepened as he made his way to her bedroom, not needing to look where he was going since they’d been in this same position and situation before. Once the two entered her room, he broke the kiss to lay her on the bed and hold himself up to look down at her. She looked exhausted, on top of the fact that she’d been crying a few seconds ago; it looked like it’d been longer than that.

“Okay…” Y/N managed to whimper out as she wiped away whatever tears were left in her eyes and had rolled down her cheeks.

Before Harry had the chance to say anything, the small female under him flicked his forehead, causing him to flinch.

“This is your last fucking chance… I mean it, Harry…”

Harry simply nodded with a small smile on his face as he moved Y/N’s laptop to her nightstand before he scooped her up into his arms, placing her down on her side of the bed and tucking her in. He pressed a kiss on her lips before he sat next to her on the edge of the bed.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

A very sleepy and exhausted Y/N simply nodded her head and let out a small “please” before dozing off. 

The tall brunette smiled before stripping down to his boxers before getting into what was ‘his spot’ on the bed, quickly getting under the duvet and wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist, bringing her almost flush to his chest.

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(hey guys! i’m sorry if this kinda sucks, it’s late and i’m about to pass out but i really wanted to write a little angst so 👉🏻👈🏻)

(also, here’s a smut i wrote 😌 )

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

Give me a sign

Summary: Kelsee has been friends with the lothbrok boys for basically her whole life. But the youngest lothbrok has hated her forever. Ivar goes out of his way to make her life a living hell. But a horrific incident during the senior trip changes the relationship between kelsee and the lothbrok forever. 

Prom was getting closer by the day. This also meant that school was almost over and then we would be free to go on and start the next chapter of our lives. We were currently in a class meeting about the upcoming senior trip. It was just basically what time our flight was leaving, how early that we needed to get to the airport, the sitting assignments for the flight and who we were going to be rooming with at the hotel. The meeting was kinda boring if I had to be honest I only really halved listen to it. At first I didn’t care if I went or not because I didn’t really care about it much really. But it took a lot of convincing from Sigurd to finally get me agree to go to the trip. I was sitting on the desk top of the desk that Sigurd was sitting at and he had his arms wrapped around my waist. I was idly playing with his hands. Soon thankfully the meeting was over and we were free to go to get ready for our next class. I hopped off the desk and grabbed Sigurd hand. Sigurd smiled wrapping a hand around my waist pulling me in for quick kiss. 

We walked out of the room hand in hand. We made our way to my locker so I could get what I needed from my next class. “Mom wants to know if you can stay the weekend?” Sigurd asked. “I just need to text and ask but I don’t see any problems with it.” I said as I pulled out my phone to text my dad and asked. As I typed out the text Sigurd put his hands on my hips pulling me into him. “Stop we’re going to get in trouble.” I said giggling. “Then it would be worth it.” Sigurd said kissing the side of my head as the bell rang. “Come on we have to get to class.” I said getting out of his grip. “Or we can skip the rest of the day?” Sigurd suggested. “Or not. Come Sigurd there’s less than a month left you can make it.” I said. “Fine. What would I do without you.” Sigurd said. “Probably in a ditch somewhere.” I said. This made Sigurd laugh. “Yeah that sounds about right. Did I mention I love you.” SIgurd said. “I love you two. We should get going to class.” I said knowing that the second bell was about to ring. “Walk you to class.” Sigurd said. “You better. I don’t want to have to tell the boys you didn’t walk me to class.” I said smirking. “They would kill me.” Sigurd said. He grabbed my hand and walked me to my next class that I had with Ivar. I always dislike it which is why I always sat the furthest away from as I could. 

Luckily the class went by fast and English class came quickly and I went to sit on the desk top where Sigurd was already sitting down at. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we listened as the teacher continued to read the book out loud to the class. She finished the book and we started to work on the summary that we got when we started the book. Sigurd and I managed to finish it together while the rest of the class was still working on it. The rest of the hour we spend quietly. When the bell rang there was some groans signaling that was still others that they didn’t get done with the work and that they would have to finish it tomorrow. I hopped off the desk Sigurd grabbed my hand and we walked to last hour. Last hour was spent just finishing up our last art project which was painting a ceiling tile. I was making mine with things I love. I might be able to finish it this class hour. I had my headphones in has I worked on my ceiling tile so I wouldn’t have to listen to the rest of the class.

Thank god school was over and it was the weekend. Sigurd and I walked to his car and got in while we waited for Ivar so we could leave. We eventually saw Ivar walked out of the school with a girl. “Who do you think that is?” I asked. “Maybe little Ivar finally got a girlfriend.” Sigurd said. “Yeah maybe.” I said. We watched as the girl tried to kiss Ivar but he turned away and she just kissed his cheek. “Well maybe it’s not his girlfriend.” I said laughing a little. “Ok maybe he just got a date for prom.” Sigurd said. I nodded. Ivar made his way over to the car and finally got in. “So who was that Ivar?” Sigurd asked. “None of your business.” Ivar said. “Oh so you can pick at our relationship but I can’t ask about yours?” Sigurd asked. “Sigurd that enough if Ivar doesn’t want to talk about it then he doesn’t have to.” I said. “Do you not know the amount of time Ivar have asked if we have sex yet?” Sigurd asked. “You told him that we haven’t yet right?” I asked. “Of course I have but he still keeps asking.” Sigurd said. “Then just ignore him.” I said. “You don’t think I haven’t!” Sigurd yelled. This made me jump. “I changed my mind can you take me home please?” I asked. “Fine.” Sigurd said as he let out a huff then started to drive me home. 

When he pulled into my driveway I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before I got out of his car and hurried inside. When I walked inside I was asked why I was spending the weekend with Sigurd like they thought I was. I told them I didn’t feel like it. I made my room so I could have a moment by myself still a little shaken up at the drive over here. When I walked in my room I could hear dinging coming my laptop. I sat my bag down and walked over to my desk and sat down opening my laptop. I saw that I had got an email about setting up an skype interview for this job I was hoping to get when I graduated so I could do that while doing some online classes. Ragnar was the one helped me get this interview since he often does business with them. I set up the interview for tomorrow at 1 hoping that the person would be in the office. While I waited on an email back I heard my phone ring. I got up and went to go get my phone out of my bag. I let out a sigh when I saw that it was Sigurd. “Hello.” I said as I answered my phone. “Can you open your window please?” Sigurd asked. “Why so you can yell at me some more.” I said. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper at you. You know how Ivar gets.” Sigurd said. “I know.” I said quietly. “So will you please open your window?” Sigurd asked. “Yeah hold on.” I said as I held my phone to my ear with my shoulder as I made my way to my window and opened it as I hung up my phone. I heard my laptop dig again. While waiting on Sigurd to climb through my window I went back over to my computer. I saw that this was confirming my skype interview for tomorrow. I couldn’t help but notice the name of who my interview was going to be with tomorrow Loki. I felt hands on my shoulder making me jump. “Didn’t mean to make you jump baby.” Sigurd said as he kissed my cheek. “It’s fine. I just didn’t hear you come in.” I said. “Oh I actually walked in.” Sigurd said as he pointed to my opened bedroom door. “You jerk.” I said as I playfully pushed him then wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry.” Sigurd said as he kissed me. “It’s okay.” I said. “No it’s not. I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Sigurd said. “You just need to stop let Ivar get to you.” I said. “You’re right. So please come back home with mom was really looking forward to you coming.” Sigurd said. I nodded. “I just need to get my things first.” I said. “Alright I’ll help.” Sigurd said and he helped me get my things ready. The last thing I grabbed was my laptop. “Well are you bringing you laptop with you baby?” Sigurd asked. “I just have a skype interview tomorrow is all.” I said. Sigurd just looked at me and nodded. 

Overall Taglist: @the-broken-halo-writer​

[innerquotesbtsegg]

•Alpah's Fire•

•Rachel Fawn Hunter The Alpha's Daughter•

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Full Name: Rachel Fawn Hunter.

Age: 17.

Wolf: black alpha wolf - half phoenix.

Zodiac: leo.

Parent's names: Blake James Hunter & Angelina Marie Hunter.

Nationality: american.

Sexuality: bisexual.

Children: Alice & Jacob Hunter.

Brothers: Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung.

Abilities: combat and fire.

Spouse: Samuel Winchester Adler.

Living: Los Angeles.

Personality/described: loyal, faithful, self confidence, brave, troubled, crazy, rebellious, protective, violent, full of wisdom, a fighter, warrior, low self esteem, supportive, insecure, worries easily for her people, a joker, adorable, a natural beauty, easily hides her emotions, a good person, caring, funny, loving, a good sister/mother, honest, flirty.

Nicknames: wolfie/dog - huntress - blondie - bitch/whore - the alpha's daughter - kid/kiddo - girl on fire - faithful companion - lone wolf - queen of assholes/queen of the world - woman of the world - eagle-eye - buttercup - girlfriend - bulldog - beautiful - lioness - butterface - fawn - Mom.

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"Your insane!"

"Yeah, that's the best part!"

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"Alright Negan.."

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"Bye bye, amigos!"

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"You better watch your mouth there, girly."

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"Oh yeah, you think your funny?"

"I think I'm adorable."

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"What're you talking about? My taste in music is better than yours!"

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"Come on! Think your Nathan Drake!"

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"Go to hell.."

"Been there- actually! Me and lucifer get along!"

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"Here, stick your dick on those blades and see what happens!"

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"Hate me for who I am, I don't care."

"Love your haters -they're your biggest fans!"

"The only way to succeed is to make people hate you."

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"I care, only for my brothers. Nobody else."

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"Que te jodan." - Go screw yourself in Spanish.

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"Who do you put first?"

"My brothers."

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"If you ever hurt my boys, I will mess you up."

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"I know.. I know In a terrible sister- I wanted to protect you from them even myself.. I- I care you so much. I hope you know that.."

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"You boys are still the same."

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"I'm with someone- oh hey! That's him! Hey brother!"

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"We all have parts that scare us."

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"I'm still learning to love myself.. it's hard.."

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"I'm so proud of you, boys."

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"No one puts me first!"

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"I don't care what happens to me, I never really have. But I do care about what happens to my brothers."

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"If anything happens to my brothers, I will tear you apart and rip you're heart out.."

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"I've hurted the people I love and I mess things up easily. I try to make things right, nobody knew what I went through making me the way I am.. sometimes I wish I could be a better person like I was before."

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"My parents got killed right in front of my eyes at age of eight, got adopted at the age of 14- I grew up with my brothers trying to make me a better person, they loved me no matter what. A fire started and but me and my brothers survived.. our parents. They died making me leave my brothers behind. He wanted me to suffer because of what my biological parents did terrible.. so, he wanted me to go through what he went through.. great, isn't it? Losing every one you loved and cared for just leave you?"

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"She's the Alpha's daughter; she spits fire. Gets aggressive like a hungry wolf, her heart is cold as ice as she plays people's heads like a deck of cards with her gun next to her. But.. the more you know her and be on her side the most- then she'll treat you like a sister or a mother would do like she is with her older brothers- she's just.. been through some dark times in the past and its better not to question her, I'm warning you. Only her brothers and her trusted pack know not strangers.. but.. she has a soft spot for you.. you must remind her of someone she loved so much."

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"I would see her playing her guitar in the balcony every night when the stars come out and she'll just stare at them while playing. I would see one her brother's sitting next to her and sing a song with the guitar then.. I'll see her warm smile like we never seen her smile so like that; its always been a grin or a smirk."

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"She's a lone wolf; we call her that everytime she comes here at this bar. Sometimes with her brothers, she's a smart and loyal kid. I just hope she'll won't be like her parents when she grows up.."

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"She's a Phoenix, she'd rised before and she'll rise again!"

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"She was a sweet and innocent girl back then, she's still is but she intends to hide it."

"Why?"

"She's scared of losing people who are close to her, she's lost both of her parents, her friends and almost her brothers. She's doesn't want to lose anyone she cares about."

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"She may be a strong, confident and independent woman, but deep down; she's broken and fragile. She's been through hell and back."

"Yet, she's still walking. You didn't break her darling, you don't own that kind of power she holds."

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"She likes you.."

"How do you know she does?"

"I don't know, its just the way she looks you? I've never seen her look at anyone like that."

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"I uhh, y-you're really strong.."

"Thank you very much."

"Yeah, can you.. let go of my neck please?"

"Crap! Sorry!"

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"Sam..."

"You ok, Rache? What's wrong?"

"I.. I think I'm pregnant.."

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"Guys, before you kill Sam. It was technically my fault.."

"Rache, it wasn't."

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"If you lay a finger on her, you and you're friends are dead."

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"I had great dream; I was in my wedding dress with my aunt and uncle crying of joy when they saw it.. and Alice in a beautiful tiny glittery blue dress. Then, I walked down the aisle with my brother's as we cried.. then.. I saw Sam in that suit he was dying to wear someday.. god, it was good dream. I kinda wished I didn't wake up from it."

"That sounds like a great dream."

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“Be loyal to what matters.”

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“Vengeance is an idiot's game.”

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"Just do one thing or the other, don't try to be two people at once.."

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"We can’t change what's done, we can only move on."

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"You're the only one of these fools that I trust,"

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"Look, I wanna die. Besides, those sons of bitches don't look that tough,"

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"Come on out Magnus! At least die like a man!"

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"Aside from my Samuel, you're the best man I know, I know the company you keep, the competition ain't too fierce,"

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"I ain't afraid of dyin'."

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"Nobody's taking nothing from me ever again." 

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“I know self defense and I will shove my Louboutins so far up your ass.”

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“You know I can charm the pants off of anyone.”

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“I run this town."

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"She gets everything she wants and she doesn't care what she hurts in the process!"

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"I can't believe how rich she is, now I know why people think she is a little selfish."

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“You can date whoever you wanna date. Not Samuel.”

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“You wanna gaslight me? I’ll set the gasoline on fire.”

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“I am sick and tired of being used by miserably ungrateful men.”

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“Look, the fantasy where you’re smart, funny, and appealing to women only exists on your laptop.”

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“How many men do I need to say this to? I don’t need your protection!”

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"Where's my goddamn brothers?! Where are they? They took them didn't they? They took my brothers!"

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"Let go of me, you bitch!"

"You grabbed first!"

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"It's alright miss, you'll be okay. We'll take care of you. We're not bad people."

[aharris00britney]

ASKS 08

rip it’s a lot of stuff, some good, some weird….

Anonymous said: do you like eating ass? I bet your booty is thicc and juicy :)

idk who would even send this but ummm I’m a bottom so yeah.. that answers that wedhfnsh have u nice day/night <3

@thesimpley2k​  said: your cc is so beautiful! and you’re a britney stan :) ily sis

thank youuuuu omg ily2 lmao I don’t voice my Britney stanness much but once B10 starts getting more hyped up I’ll be back up there! Thank you again and rip original make me MV

Anonymous said: Oof I need all of your wip hairs right now            

oof you haven’t even seen half of them sweetie ;) I have 10 wip hairs as of now so like… you’ve seen 4 on this blog through edits/playlists. the rest are on my patreon and some go on my wips section in my discord (omg shameless plug im sorry but its true)

Anonymous said: Can we gift you packs through origin?

if u want?? idrk how that works tbh ;-; if u did tho like rsdfgfbvc thank you!!! I prob will only buy packs that I can use for cc from now on tbh ;-; my computer is at that point where i need to be really picky about stuff, plus imo they arent worth it wedfgdbfn i regret buying most of the SP’s

Anonymous said: Are you posting a shorter version of the Zoey Hair as shown in your latest post because it looks amazing?!!!!!

thank you!!! That is basically what the idea of it is lmao, but I think im gonna make an accessory hair clip for it too. Not 100% sure yet tho

@agentwashsims​ said: Crying over the wip hair and the grimes reference! Okay you’re still perfect and ily that it all okay bye. 

aaah thank you! grimes is so good omg Art Angels is my favorite album but there are a lot of ongs on Visions I like as well. I like a little bit of Halfaxa toooooo

Anonymous said: Hi, would it be possible for you to just reupload the lydia hair post? As it’s marked as sensitive content, I can’t see the picture and I’d really like to be able to have a look at it before I download it.

Hi! I emailed tumblr support about it since it has been over a month since it has been up for review. Hopefully they get it worked out soon <3 there is a picture of it on my download page if you want to look at it there

Anonymous said: Hey, how do I do Patreon? I want to but i’m new to all those things of Patreon cause now I want lots of hairs that need it, and I wanna learn how can I Patreon you!

Hello! Hopefully you see this haha. Patreon is sort of like Netlfix in it is a monthly charge for goods. To get 3 cc hairs early each month, it is a $1 pledge. Higher pledges get better rewards(such as watching me work on cc, getting to vote on hair releases, and more). I think that Patreon is a great way to help support creators as long as they do it right (no exclusive CC). I really hope this helps you and thank you so much if you decide to pledge any ammount <3

Anonymous said: When are going to upload your maxis match hairlines? Like in a post

oml I am horrible lmao I deleted them and don’t seem to have them backed up, but I will maybe make more in the future?? I honestly don’t find them that usable on most hairs but everybody is different so we will see <3

Anonymous said: Is the black braided hair on your April Playlist a WIP? If not WCIF it cuz it’s gorgeous <333 Ily.

issa wip for Juneee

Anonymous said: how old are you?

18 d2f m4m

Anonymous said: What is your Origin ID?

spotharris

Anonymous said: Hey! I 🖤 ur content btw and I wanted to just like clarify something. Ur posts say u can recollect but don’t include the mesh. What does that mean exactly??? Do people still need the mesh for the recollections to show up in game?? Sorry if this is really dumb, I’m a new simblr. Thx!            

hey!! sorry for the super late reply omg, welcome to simblr!! it is kinda crazy here but hopefully u can find ur peeps and make a nice home :) anywaysssss i think u mean recoloring, which is like when people add different colors other than the 18 EA base colors. I don’t allow people to use the meshes mainly bc I know that sometimes I have to go back and update things and this way the recolors don’t have a broken mesh and require that person to redo their package.

Anonymous said: whose ur fave member of lOoNa

my rankings as of right now: Kim Lip, Go Won, Olivia Hye, JinSoul, HyunJin, Chuu, HeeJin, Choerry, HeeJin, HaSeul, ViVi, and then YeoJin

also omfg if u have jinsoul/kim lip/choerry limited edition mix&match photocard and would like to gift me it then umm PLEASE they are impossible to find and i need for my collection ;-;

@disneynsims​ said: I am also a massive Britney Spears fan, and I have to say I appreciate you naming your hairs after her songs. I do make one small request, that a hair eventually be named after one of her best bonus tracks, “Up n’ Down”.

omg Up N’ Down is one of my least favorites on femme fatale grfbg but thank you!! I don’t really name hairs after her songs anymore :(

@issharky​ said: you’ve improved so much over the time! ive been following (on tsr and tumblr since i joined) since like 2016! ♥ still love your blog!            

ygvhbjn i didnt have a tsr but go awf lmao thank you!!! i was a mess in 2016 and a lil of 2017 <3

Anonymous said: Ur such a babe austin            

thx for sending this @dogsill​ ur a babe too 😘

Anonymous said: Discord? Patreon? And this are how a good simblr die

oof discord is literally like a groupchat thing but go off also patreon makes it so i release 3 hairs a month when before it was like 1 or 2 so ummm

Anonymous said: I have recently downloaded blender to make cc hairs, but I can’t zoom in, rotate, or do anything basically. Do you know of any tutorials that explain how to use it well/ in detail? (I have a windows laptop). Anyway, I recently discovered your hairs and I am in love!! Thank you for making so many beautiful pieces of cc!

urgg i really wish i could make video tutorials and stuff for blender and hairs :( I have tried about 3 or 4 times to record/stream and it is so laggy and just pure shit on stream and twitch. I kind of just learned stuff as i went in blender but a must have is a mouse of some kind, otherwise it is 10x harder

@alexschmidt629 said: Hey! I hope you’re doing a bit better than the last time you made your last post! I’m sorry to hear about all of that, being a senior is so difficult and college stuff is even more difficult. I hope you’re doing better!

thank you! I’m doing a bit better now :)

Anonymous said: holy shit it sounds like everything that literally could’ve gone wrong did. wishing u love and luck bb. and also i think its absolutely FINE that u put ur stuff up on patreon early, it’s still free in the end!! its just a choice to actually compensate cc creators for all that they do for us. god that person was just so rude and im kinda surprised at how kindly you took it. props to u xx 

yeah dsgf everything kinda went shitty the past few months but hopefully it all turns itself around :) and I try not to pick at any rude anons/asks in general bc I feel like by doing that it just causes more attention on the issue and more people/trolls want to jump on the band wagon. Thank you!!

Anonymous said: Oh honey, you need prayers and I wish you the best of luck with fasts, college, moving, and the rest of your life. Stay strong hon you got this!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

thank you <3

Anonymous said: hi is there a version off the Ella hair that has a bun in the back or am I crazy? probs crazy honestly, but thx for answering

I think you are thinking of my Maja hair? It has a different bottom but it has those same bangs! It is here