#something a scene kid would wear on a shirt from hot topic

[whynotzoidbergdotorg]

Always fun knowing there’s all kinds of traumatizing stuff hidden just out of view in kid’s games.

[xanderisbraindead]

I see people that are tryna get into emo and scene fashion make posts ab like needing help finding clothes or like styling their hair n the liek so I’m here to help. Who am I? Nobody but im like scenemo and very happy to help. Im gonna make a resource masterlist, starting with this post

It’s important to note that if you have the hair, anything you wear will look emo. Emo teens would really just wear just some normal clothing and it fucked! Keep that in mind

How do I find emo/scene clothes?

🇺🇸🇬🇧Check resale sites like depop, ebay, mercari, poshmark (mercari is not available in the uk). You CANNOT build a wardrobe overnight. You just cant. Be patient and just keep checking, I promise you will find something. Heres some things I’ve personally bought or found on these sites and the price usd just for reference (without shipping)// Beetlejuice striped ht skinnies $16.49// We the kings shirt $5.50// All time low shirt $5.50//Red plaid ht skinnies $10.50// Famous star and stripe shirt $5-10// Secondhand serenade shirt $10// A lot of fellow scene and emo ppl resell on these sites!! (Trashmob has a depop for example, so does oliver sykes???)

2-Thrifting. Ik you’re probably tired of hearing it bc duh but… =) Try some local thrifts, big companies either suck, are expensive or both. I’d buy my skinnies from here. Reminder that they don’t have to be black!! You can style black, white, blue, any color of jean. Even styles like flair or bootcut jeans.

🇺🇸HT REPLAY. NOBODY TALKS AB THIS. Hot topic has a thredup, they sell preloved clothing and its constantly updated. Its very discounted. For example a shirt that was initially $25 usd would be sold for $11-9 usd. This is as far as ik only in the us??

Diy, obv. Look at those. Aren’t they cool looking? Not being able to afford band merch doesn’t make you any less of a fan than ppl with huge collections, remember that.

🇺🇸🇬🇧Dont be afraid to check normal stores like target, tk maxx, and walmart, you’ll be surprised. Target has cute character jackets if you can fit kids sizes and walmart made that skeleton sweater vest they gotta have more up their sleeves.

🇺🇸Merchnow.com. They have HEAVENLY old band merch and posters. Like ptv, chiodos, sws, tdwp, coheed and cambria, before today, texas in july, even like icp. this might be a us only thing? If someone could check for me ilys

(Added on Nov 8 23)

🇬🇧Grindstore.com they’re like merchnow kinda, heavenly band merch

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🇺🇸🇬🇧 Childrens clothes if you can fit into them a lot of childrens clothing are very good for a scene look

This is all I have for now, but if i come up with anything else I’ll definitely update this!!

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

BTS Reacts to Going to Hot Topic/Spencer's

Hey guys! Look who can actually do titles again because I'm on a computer! This is going to make my life so much easier. I've been using an iPad for a while because my laptop got damaged and now I can play with a lot of the stories that I have in the works! I'm super excited! Keep your eyes out for it!

Requst: I have another bts reaction request! Can you write a bts reaction where you take them to hot topic or Spencer’s? Those are my favorite stores. I just think it’d be cute imagining them going to stores like that! And seeing their reaction to the emo/scene stuff.

Jin

I feel like Jin would be the most unsure about these stores. He's probably the most traditional out of the guys so he's not really the all black and anime nerd kind of guy. Don't me get wrong, I'm pretty sure all of BTS has watched Naruto at the very least, but I don't think he's the type who has anime merch unless he's getting something really cute, like from the Hello Kitty selection. Spencer's would almost be tramautizing to him, honestly. The man would not know what the to do with the spicy section at the back of the store. He's definitely the type to do that kind of shopping online so he is generally very, very uncomfortable.

2. Suga

Yoongi would probably be okay with Hot Topic, I'm not sure he's much of a Spencer's guy though. He's also a little more reserved than some of the other guys so the spicy section is something he would like avoid altogether. However, he would at the very least find some gifts or something for the maknae line. He's the type to generally get easily exhausted by shopping so he's just kind of following behind you, probably holding your hand, and occasionally inspecting things with that little curious head tilt of his.

3. J-Hope

Hoseok is a fashion guy, I'm sure he could find something he liked at either store. However, he might burst into flames upon seeing the spicy section of Spencer's. He's, by no means, a reserved guy but knowing that they're kind of just on display for people to see has him feeling both awkward and very unsure. Being a big shopper, he's likely carrying way more bags than one person should feasibly manage and living his best life.

4. RM

Namjoon wouldn't likely buy anything at either store but he doesn't mind going into either store with you. He's never been much of an emo boy, usually the type to go for comfort with his personal clothing so he doesn't really buy anything. More the type to just offer to buy you purchases for you if you're stuck between a few options. Likely not really bothered by the spicy section.

5. Jimin

Ever seen a kid in a candy store? Yeah? That's Jimin in Hot Topic. It's been proven a couple of times that the maknae line watches a lot of anime so he would be the type to buy a bunch of merch he doesn't need and probably won't wear. Pokemon pajama pants? Sure. Naurto hoody? Absolutely! The man is living his best life. Spencer's isn't much better, the man is definitely walking away with a basket of toys he's way too eager to use and too many t-shirts.

6. V

Taehyung is a much more reserved version than Jimin. What I mean is that he is trying to pretend he's not the most excited person in the universe but his arms are full and there's no carts so the man is struggling. He's not much better in Spencer's. It's a good thing the man is rich because he definitely spent thousands of dollars. He's immune the spicy section, the man's confidence is too high now. He's confidently bought some toys he wants you to use on them and he's determined.

7. Jungkook

Jungkook is worse than Taehyung. He's bought way too much stuff, except it's all black. It's a good thing the boy is stronge because his wallet may be lighter but he has too many bags. I'm not sure he would even be able to see. The cashier honestly looks a little concerned. Did he also do the same thing at Spencer's and now you're not sure you're actually going to fit in the car to ride home? Probably. Did he buy some wild shit at Spencer's and you now have more questions than answers? Also yes.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you have any other requests! I love writing what you want to see! I also do scenarios!

[swollenwithangst]

i have a story to share with everybody (if you'd like to listen).

to begin, my workplace is fairly lax about personal expression so long as its not overtly offensive/religious/political. so that means i can be my full, well... alternative(?) self as i please. this last week, i went to work with dark makeup, a black sweater, black pants, docs. whole shabang. emo. grunge. whatever. definitely not your northwest cowboy though. and for reference, i work at an family entertainment place (essentially you must purchase a ticket for admission, theres a gift shop, and so on). on that day i went to work all dressed up, i had two darling, budding alternative kids compliment me and each time i think about them, i well up with tears.

the first was maybe 14, max. with presumably her family who were all of the oh-so common diesel-truck cowboys that make up the majority of residents in my area. i was checking them all in and this angel turns and says to me as i'm finishing their transaction, "you're beautiful." to which a) i about threw up. she had such a look of adoration in her eyes, i was a bit overwhelmed. it reminded me of when i first stepped into a hot topic and realized that my friends and i weren't the only ones (tbf, i had limited internet access for a long while, i didnt know there was more of us), and b) i in turn complimented her back, telling her i thought she was gorgeous. she beamed so graciously at me, it made me so happy.

the second in that same day was from less of a "yeehaw" family but more of a, well, city? area? they were so painfully average that i forgot most of their details if i'm being honest. their daughter though, who i at first took for being 15-17, was wearing a three cheers shirt, so of course i had to compliment her. she lit up at that and thanked me, and they all went on their way to enjoy the day.

for about an hour, i helped guests and went about my business, before she approached me again (🥹❗️) and promptly asked, "is your heart in ohio?" ...now before anyone comes for me, my brain is a taco shell that got abandoned in the oil. it's beyond fried. i blanked on what to say. so i just kinda chuckled and said, "i know i've heard that before, and what it's from, but i can't remember the proper response for it." (YES YES, I KNOW. OHIO IS FOR LOVERS OKAY?)

she told me it was okay and proceeded to drop the biggest bombshell on my heart. this girl said, "i know this is random but i think you're really cool. i used to have the like, scene haircut but i got bullied for it." to which i first was like, 'aww, i've been there' (especially when i tried to cut my own fringe bc my mom wouldnt take me and i wound up with the world's worst cowlick). even more so because not once in my life has anyone ever thought i was cool. then she adds, "i'm 12 but i've been like this since i was 9."

this had my brain going in an entirely new direction. first off, i was 9 years older than her... okay. second, oh my god she's a baby. third, i have new inkling of hope for this generation... maybe the kids are alright. we talked for a little longer, talking about hair dye and where she's from and all. it was such a sweet, genuine interaction.

overall, these were both super wholesome experiences that i'm really cherishing. maybe to some this is an odd thing to have feel so special, but for me, i'm happy i could be even a vague blur in those girls' minds as they go on to form and shape their identities and forms of self-expression. even just giving them a small confidence boost from seeing someone else like themselves. it's something a younger me would have benefited from, and i can only hope i was adequate enough for them.

[respiteresponse]

dream needs to wear an emo collar choker asap. clawing at the walls thinking about it

my tierlist for scenemo items dream should wear:

F Tier: skinny jeans. HEAR ME OUT. his wide leg mall goth nu metal dragging on the floor catching under the heel of his shoe slay just fits him so well and as much as i would love to see his legs encapsulated by splitting fringing black denim i think his giant jeans are a statement and make him extra moe. he should wear more ripped and black jeans though ! ! !

D Tier: beanies and snapbacks. he already rocks the cat dreanies near daily and with the mask coming into the picture and everything being so joever for us hair appreciators, as sexy as he is with his beanies on and his curls peaking out me personally i just love when his whole ice cream scoop hair is on display ! can be improved with some rainbow cheetah print hair extensions and or a tiara : ) !

C Tier: off the hip belts, preferably studded. this is one of my most favorite and hottest things a person can do with their outfit ESP if theyre scenemo leaning but its not essential to make the scenemo kid style shine through. i can even accept some more normie type stuff like bb simons so long as its styled appropriately ! ! ! a want but not a need.

B Tier: tight fitted tees/band tees. droobs tastefully hidden behind an edgy stretched and distorted logo for pierce the veil or sleeping with sirens most likely purchased at hot topic 10 years ago, snatched waist on display for the whole world to admire and for george to grab WITH the added bonus that short sleeve shirts have a tendency to rise up due to their fit, so we could realistically even expect a glimpse of tummy and or boxers peaking out which only enhances the visuals on display. and his ARMS. preferably covers and curated by bracelets exclusively bought from spencers or gifted by fans if not by an either complimentary or uncomplimentary long sleeve/hoodie underneath.

A tier: eyeliner. a well understood and universally accepted staple in the scenemo community. and really the more the better ! ! a tasteful swipe of black pencil drug store eyeliner on the waterline of dreams bottom lids could only improve upon his looks as a 6'2" boy with glossy doe eyes and pink lips . but then you add to it, upper waterline to match the bottom, expand unto the skin of the eyelids, perhaps even try a wing if were feeling daring ! in an exceptionally crazy occasion we could go full raccoon, black from tail end of his eyebrow down to the start of where the crease of his bottom lid lies. he could eat jeffree stars ex scene queen ass up in about 0.5 nano seconds with that and some fake lashes, but thats just me ! irregardless, something so casual as a little makeup can go a long way in making someone hot 100x hotter 😋

S Tier: facial piercings. the possibilities here are quite literally endless. we start simple with nose, a ring through the nostril is a classic, super simple everyone is doing it, could have one of those and pass for someone who doesnt know jack shit about i set my friends on fire or dot dot curve, but then you go a little lower and things start to get fun. with a lip piercing, you can basically signal to any and everyone that youre an edgy kind of guy, not just anyone will put a needle through one of the most prominent and noticeable features of their face! dolphin bites, snake bites, shark bites, spider bites, literally any animal biting your lips will up your status as a queen of the scene. bonus points for a monroe or a tongue piercing, xxxxxtra hot imo😁 moving back up bridge is also a good option, particularly edgy and tough to find on anyone in day to day life, would give dream some uniqueness as if he was already in any need of that. eyebrow is always a safe option, anti eyebrow, tear drop etc all very very cool. but the most ultimate piercingf for dream in my opinion would be a simple yet head turning cheek piercing. a common factor to be found in most all of my scenemo dream drawings, it simply seems like it makes obvious sense for the guy whos whole branding is smiles to have piercings wear his dimples are ! ! when he smiles, the sun will not only catch on his astoundingly straight white teeth, but also on that of the jelwery adorning where his dimples lie.

GOD TIER:

[feardrummed]

middle school teacher voice now i am not an artist,

ok actual description of what the outfits are showing.

RECURRING DETAILS / NOT SHOWN: ollie frequently wears an oversized leather jacket that goes about to her mid thigh. she also tends to utilize chains or safety pins to accessorize in typical fashion. she uses a lot of jewelry. fishnets are also common. for shoes, she has gray vans, and a couple pairs of lace up boots with different heel heights. excepting is glit.chtrap au is probably something just practical or comfortable.

YELLOW.JACKETS PRE-CRASH PARTY: dark green/teal short tight dress with a black turtleneck under it.

YELLOW.JACKETS DOOM.COMING: a long, slightly loose purple dress with a black vest layered over it. to quote myself on discord, "Realistically u know who would have bought her the dress? Purple guy himself checkmate atheists". Her usual black jacket was over it at points.

C.RAZY FUN PARK: yes ollie did climb a drop tower in a short skirt she's a dumbass. went for like a mixed material and asymmetrical skirt with buckles. black and a blue/green/black plaid. then a little dark blue crop top with some little cross straps on the chest. ollie in a hot topic what crimes will she commit (shoplifting) /hj.

FE.AR STREET 1994: baggy pants are a staple for ollie. as well a long sleeve top with a solid black base with transparent/thin sleeves. the sleeves are also flared based off a top i saw on etsy lmao.

FEAR STR.EET 1978: jorts. it felt fitting for setting but she's still edgy dumbass so gray colored jorts. dark red tank top. big loose gray button up for that.

GLITC.HTRAP AU "ACOLYTE": aka murder fit. purple hoodie with lighter bunny ears on top. fa.zbear vest on top (ft. my shitty bear attempt). she is so trustworthy kids follow her she'll show you the behind the scenes areas.

GLITC.HTRAP AU "DAY-TO-DAY": it's pretty different from her normal style. generally, if not the actual f.azbear uniform then something fairly professional, usually a button up and trousers. she gets a similar leather jacket still, though, as her one little nod.

MISC. 1: was trying to go for a sort of flowy lacy black cardigan style but it didn't work out lmao. a long skirt with gores in them for extra flowy-ness. red shirt.

MISC. 2: more big baggy pants but this time more pockets. she could fits so much stuff in there u wouldn't even know. a t shirt over a long sleeve shirt to show she's an enjoyer of music /ref.

MISC. 3: blue and green plaid button up, a blue t shirt, and a black skater skirt.

MISC. 4: mini watercolor pattern (ha) earth tone mini dress with a little lace on bottom loosely based of a modern hot topic dress but shhh we're going time ambiguous to fit many verses with her leather jacket over it.

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Brazilian Breakfast

Summary: Short story about the first time the brazilian reader cooks a typical recipe for her girlfriend.

Words:  1.056 || Warnings: None.

Notes:  I disappeared from tumblr because capitalism is awful and makes me work. I am writing three series (Wanda x reader) that are not finished, but will eventually be published. Good reading, everyone.  If you like this, thank my wifes @abimess and @yourtaletotell because they convinced me to publish this.

Tag list:  @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch

//-//

You awoke slowly as you felt rays of light against your face, probably coming from the window you forgot to close the night before.

Getting used to the brightness, you blinked a few times, lifting your hand to brush some of your hair out of the front of your face. Feeling a familiar warmth in your body, you looked down to see Wanda deeply asleep on your chest.

You moved slowly so as not to wake her up, smiling when you heard her mutter softly when you released yourself from her embrace and stood up. 

Walking to the bathroom, you brush your teeth and look closely at the healing cut on your cheek, a gift acquired in your last mission. Your hair was especially wild this morning, but you weren't able to find a bow to tie it up, so you just let the curls spread everywhere. Wanda always said you looked beautiful this way.

Taking one last look at the sleeping woman in your bed, you leave the room, heading for the kitchen of your apartment, intending to make breakfast for the two of you.

New York was particularly hot this day, and you didn't mind wearing only a loose T-shirt and your panties. Usually you would wear at least one of your dozens of sweatshirts, but you were grateful that you could be comfortable this morning, the hot weather always reminded you of home.

Looking through the cupboards, you smiled when you found an unopened packet of tapioca pancake on the top shelf. You had promised to cook something typically Brazilian to Wanda a few weeks ago, but had not yet gotten the chance. Add this to the fact that you were a complete disaster in the kitchen, it was very fortunate that you found this spice now, since you usually ran out of all the Tapioca available very quickly.

You turned on the kitchen radio at a low volume to cook. The sound of 50's rock music filled the room, and you let your hips sway to the rhythm of the music as you began to cook.

Wanda woke up shortly after you got up. She fought the urge to sleep more, missing your warmth against her. Wanda only opened her eyes when she heard the bedroom door open, indicating that you were leaving. She stretched before getting out of bed, hearing the familiar sound of low voices, she noticed that you had forgotten to turn on the television, and she turned it off with a smile escaping her lips as she remembered the night before, where you really didn't pay any attention to whatever was on the television.

She listened to the low bass from when you turned on the radio, and rolled her eyes with amusement at the choice of music. 

In the same way that she had a weakness for old American sitcoms, you had for rockabilly music. She looked around the room for her own underwear, but found only your underwear on top of a lampshade. Shrugging, she put it on and hurried to steal one of your baggy T-shirts, giving up looking for her own clothes.

When Wanda arrived in the kitchen, she felt her heart race slightly at the scene she witnessed. You were cooking something, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the music, humming softly. Lovely, she thought. She approached you, startling you slightly because you were concentrating on making breakfast and didn't hear her coming. But your body relaxed almost instantly as you felt Wanda wrap both arms around your waist, hugging you and resting her chin on your shoulder.

"Morning Printsessa" Wanda greeted you in a hoarse tone.

"Hey, sleepyhead." You replied without taking your eyes off the pan. "I'm making our breakfast."

Wanda looked at the stove with curiosity.

"What's that?" She asked referring to the mixture you were making.

"That my love, is the best Brazilian food there is." You joked, checking the food again to make sure it wasn't burning.  "It's called Tapioca, and it tastes incredible."

Wanda released one of her arms from your waist to grab the open package on top of the stove, she brought the package closer to her nose, and grimaced slightly as she smelled it. You laughed.

"It smells weird." She remarked, leaving the package back on the stove and returning to hugging you.

"I know, but I swear it's good." You comment, turning the mixture on its side in the pan. With your other hand, you add a little cheese after a while. "You can add any topping you want, but since it's your first time, I put cheese in. Everybody likes cheese." 

"Right" Wanda agrees burying her face in your neck, you feel her hands squeeze your waist lightly as she breathes in, before she lets go of you and walks towards the countertops in the pantry. You smile, and then serve a Tapioca on a plate to give to Wanda.

"Use your hands to hold it" You explain, as you sit on the opposite stool, demonstrating to Wanda how to hold it with a tapioca you had made for yourself. You flashed her an encouraging smile, looking at her to get her to bite the food. 

Wanda hesitated for a moment, but trusted you. She took the first bite and chewed the food for a few seconds, frowning. You assumed she was getting used to the texture, but feeling suddenly unsure, you quickly added:

"I can make some waffle if you want..."

Wanda looked at you quickly, denying with her head. She finished chewing before speaking:

"Are you kidding? This is delicious." 

She said, and you let out a sigh of relief. Then you let out a small giggle as you watched Wanda devour the meal with speed. 

She finished her plate in record time, and even without telling you, you knew she was still hungry. You just handed your own untouched tapioca to Wanda, who smiled mischievously, and got up to make another one.

You spent the rest of the morning in a light and fun atmosphere, occasionally stealing kisses and cuddles from Wanda while chatting about random topics. You knew you had Avengers missions in the afternoon, and soon that bubble of happiness would be interrupted by stressful and dangerous duties, but for now, each other's company was enough.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

The Night’s End

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky goes for a walk after a nightmare and stops at a bookshop open at 2 am. ❤️‍🔥📚

Warnings: death, violence, choking, gunshots, blood and bruises, angst, strong language, mentions of physical and mental abuse, PTSD talks, a little fluff

A/N: My first fic! I hope you guys enjoy! I won’t be doing many fics, but for reaching 200 followers I thought why not? This is not edited yet. I’ve got a few requests which I am writing. Once they are done, they’ll be posted. If you want to be tagged in these fics, send an ask. Enjoy!

He watched the body fall to the ground with a soft thud, muffled by the carpet underneath the young man. He stood still even though every part of heart was whispering to him in a loud voice to run to the young man and help him. His brain kept him still, not moving even an inch until the young man took his last breath, draining the life out of him.

He stood still for another second, an instinct that was drilled into him to check if the target was really dead or not. After making sure the young man was dead from the gunshot wound, he walked backwards, slipping the pistol into its holster on his tactical suit. He turned around abruptly, stopping short as he saw a young woman, eyes flickering over the scene. Her eyes darted to him, fearful and shocked.

“Please,” she whispered into the air, voice raspy and shaking. “I won’t tell anyone.”

He cocked his head to the side a little, walking nearer to her. He could smell her strong perfume, scented with citrus fruits of sorts. He walked closer, stopping only a foot away from, watching as a predator would to his prey.

She squirmed and shrank under his gaze, holding onto the doorknob with one hand behind her when it jabbed her back. She clutched her purse in the other hand, knuckles turning white. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her temple. She wiped it hastily with the back of her hand clutching the purse.

“No,” he answered simply before his metal hand darted out to choke the woman. His hand gripped her throat tightly, arm whirring with mechanical parts. It clicked and buzzed as he pushed her head back to the door. This was all second nature to him.

Killing and murder. He was a monster that no one could tame. He knew that and so did Hydra.

Bucky shot up with a gasp, clutching the blanket on the ground. His heart was pounding in his ears with beads of sweat gliding down his forehead. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, glistening in the dim light of the television still playing. He looked up at it, blue eyes still trying to focus on the light, and noticed the soccer match playing. Although he had no interest in it, he watched each movement of the players carefully. He studied each movement before the whistle was blown and it was halftime.

He blew out a breath, a little happy that he could distract himself for a while from his nightmares. More like memories, said a bitter voice at the back of his head. He cringed and felt the gut wrenching feeling making its way to his heart. It happened every night and each night he would feel guilt seep into his bones for his soulmate. His soulmate could probably feel his panic and guilt at the moment, but he was surprised to feel a bit of curiosity that didn’t belong to him.

He felt a tug on his blanket, also tugging him out of his thoughts, and faced the white feline he had adopted a few weeks back. Alpine. Alpine’s big eyes looked up at him, head-butting his flesh hand close to her. He almost smiled as his hand started to scratch Alpine behind her ear and she purred softly. A few seconds later, she left abruptly and jumped onto the couch to go back to sleep.

Bucky let out a huff of breath which he would count as a laugh. He looked to his side where his phone was—not the flip phone he showed to his therapist. This was a sleek, new model of the latest phone in which he used multiple things in, like Tinder. He was trying to get into dating again, mostly hoping that he could find his soulmate.

He was, the least to say, surprised when he found out that he even had a soulmate in this time. He had thought that Dot, the girl he practically swooned over in the 40s, was his only soulmate. He had been so sure. Their tattoos were stars with a simple dot at the top of one of the points. But when he had been in Hydra’s capture, it had changed. Now it was a heart with a simple swirl in it.

He tapped the screen of his phone twice and squinted his eyes at the sudden brightness. The lock screen was a simple picture of Alpine. Well, she was cuddling with Bucky on the couch, but Bucky had cropped himself out of the picture. He looked at the numbers staring back at him.

1:26.

He blinked once and then shut the phone off. He looked out the window and huffed before getting up, shoving the blanket off of his legs. He grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants off of the couch that he had taken off when he brought his blanket out to the living room, sweating from his last nightmare. Memory. He hopped on one foot as he slipped one leg in and then repeated it for the next leg. He grabbed a burgundy hoodie, pulling it over his head as he turned around and picked up his phone—just in case.

Taking one last look at his apartment, he pulled on some socks and shoes and took the keys from the bowl. He opened the door and slid out, keeping his eyes focused on everything around him. Old habits die hard, he thought as he shoved his keys and phone into his pocket, feeling his wallet as he did so. He must have forgotten to take it out yesterday.

He dashed out of the building, waving a little to the secretary at the front desk as politely as he could. She gave him a flirtatious smile, which he ignored because she was married. He didn’t flirt with married women, even if he didn’t flirt anymore these days.

He stepped out of the building, feeling the cool night breeze flow through his hoodie, glad that he didn’t wear a shirt—the cool air felt great against his hot body. The effects of the nightmare were still there; sweat, eyes flickering around, ears on high alert. The moon was shining brightly in the clear sky with splatters of stars like white paint. The stars seemed to twinkle, shimmering like glitter.

Bucky smiled slightly, remembering when Morgan had covered his arm in glitter. He looked down and started to walk down the sidewalk, thinking of his life in the 40s. He had always loved to stargaze and explore more about space. Back in the 40s, everything was on books, but now Bucky could search up everything he wanted, whenever and wherever.

“Hey, you going somewhere?” He looked up to see a man standing on the curb, leaning against a car, talking to a woman. The woman had tensed up and clutched her purse. Bucky slowed down, trying to catch what was gonna happen.

“Just down the block,” she said, voice shaking a little. The man crossed his arms and gestured to his car with his head.

“I’ll drop you off,” his voice was ruff, but there was a slight gentleness and sadness to it. “It ain’t safe out here for a girl like you. My sister wasn’t safe either.”

The woman’s head whipped around to look at the man. Her eyes were searching for a hint of lie, Bucky thought, watching the scene unfold. “I’m sorry,” she said when she thought that the man was sincere.

“It’s alright,” the man said, pushing himself off the car. “Beat the guy when she told me, but the police here didn’t do anything more than a restraining order. I can walk you if you want, unless you're trained in karate or something.” This emitted a laugh out of the woman.

Bucky was almost beside them, keeping his head low. He moved a bit over so that he would walk behind the woman.

“Find your soulmate yet?” He asked, making the woman touch her wrist.

Bucky knew why he had asked that. A soulmate could feel your feelings and pain—not as bad, like a needle—something that Bucky always hated. He felt the guilt whenever he had gotten hurt over a mission or even when he had nightmares, he always thought about his soulmate. On the other hand, he had felt happiness spread throughout his body from his soulmate. There had been a couple of times where he felt a pang of sadness, but it was usually replaced with calm and quietness.

“No,” she replied with a soft voice.

“Me neither,” the man gave a toothy grin as Bucky passed the two. The woman giggled as the man said, “Mine is a circle with an arrow in it. Yours?”

The woman gasped and, Bucky assumed that she pulled up her sleeve, then heard the man chuckle.

Bucky zoned them out, trying to ignore the pang of pain in his chest. He took out his phone, desperately trying to forget about soulmates. He quickly read through all the updates Sam had sent.

Sarah and the kids are doing great. Hope you are, too. <Sent 2d ago

The kids really want you back and guess what? I found her! She’s perfect. Her name’s Aaliyah and I want you to meet her bro. <Sent 1d ago

Bucky sighed, not finding what he was hoping for. But he sent back a text anyway, feeling like he owed Sam a little ‘I’m fine and alive’ text.

That’s amazing! I’ll see you all next Sunday like we planned. You should bring Aaliyah and introduce us. <Delivered 2m ago

He shut off his phone and looked around. He was near the lane of shops and most of them were closed. There was an all-nighter pub and pharmacy, but one particular shop caught his eye. It was a bookshop he had wanted to visit a few times now, but never got the chance. It was still open by the looks of it and Bucky wasn’t doing anything else.

He started towards it, hoping that the lights on meant it was still open. He did wonder why it was open at this odd time, but as he approached the shop it was more clear why. A woman was walking around the shelves, helping sleepy teenagers and adults stay awake and giving them coffee to fuel them.

Her H/C was flowing freely while her E/C were flickering around the shop. Her hands held a stack of books and a tray of coffee. The books were all different topics and authors, Bucky could tell. Her face was soft as she placed a book on a teenager’s table and smiled slightly. The teenager looked up at her and smiled. She said something to him and then smiled before walking around the shelves again. She looked up as if she felt his eyes on her, but she quickly turned when a man came up behind her.

Bucky felt a pang of jealousy in his stomach. It was a feeling that he couldn’t ignore and it only got stronger as the man placed a hand on her arm, rubbing it up and down. She nodded as the man spoke, a smile creeping up on her face. She threw her back laughing, covering her mouth as she shook her head. She looked at the customers, apologizing sheepishly at her outburst. She put the books and empty tray on the counter and put her hands on the man’s shoulder, talking seriously. He nodded once, jaw clenching. She patted his shoulders, a smile back on her face as the man started for the door.

Bucky realized that he had been staring and started to walk towards the door. The man had gotten there first, flinging the door open just as Bucky reached for it. The man smiled tiredly and turned to the side, allowing Bucky to slip by. He nodded as a silent thanks.

“No problem, bud,” he said, nodding slightly, and stepped out the door.

Bucky looked behind him before taking in the bookshop. The big shelves filled the three walls, including behind the counter the woman stood behind, flipping through a book. There were four seats at the three tables that were set in the middle. There were more shelves vertically placed close to two of the walls.

Bucky started to walk but felt a small burn on his wrist. He felt it itch as if he gotten a terrible rash, but it stopped in a heartbeat. He stopped abruptly, knowing exactly what it meant. He pulled his sleeve up, looking down at his flesh wrist where the once black, now gold, soulmate tattoo.

His soulmate was close by.

He looked up and saw the woman staring back at him with wide eyes.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes were scanning his face for any emotion, but Bucky knew she couldn’t. His mask was up, the guard that he would put up when he didn’t want anyone to know how he was feeling. It worked for Steve, Sam, even Natasha. But the woman only shook her head. “Won’t work. I can feel your emotions.”

He nodded once. “I know.” He was feeling joy, but there was more. More emotions flooding him in waves. Anxiousness. Shocked. Guilt.

“Stop thinking for a second,” she whispered, smiling sweetly at him, “and breathe.” He inhaled deeply and held it in for a few seconds before letting it go. He had unconsciously moved closer to the counter and her.

“I’m Bucky,” he blurted out, putting his hand on the counter. She giggled at his flustered face and if Bucky said that wasn’t the most sweetest thing Bucky ever heard, he’d be lying.

“I’m Y/N,” she replied, holding out a hand for him to shake. He glanced at it before putting his hands in hers. “Just a sec.” She had looked over his shoulder and nodded her head. He glanced over his shoulder to see another teenager looking at Y/N with a small desperation in her eyes. Y/N grabbed a book from behind her and then turned around, holding the book up. The teenager ran over and grabbed the book from her hand, hugging her as well. Y/N giggled again and Bucky felt his heart skip a beat.

“What is this?” He asked once the teenager sat down on her seat again. Y/N bit her lip and leaned over the counter, her elbows holding her up.

“A support group of a sort, I guess,” she answered, shrugging slightly. “School’s not exactly relaxing.”

“And staying up late?”

“They’ve got a long weekend.” She giggled again and Bucky could swear his heart actually stopped beating for a second. Bucky gulped and nodded. His mind flashed images of just before; the man, Y/N, her laughter.

“Who was that?” Bucky blurted out before he could bite his tongue. Y/N straightened up, a teasing smile on her face.

“Are you feeling threatened by a teenager?”

He could hear the light teasing behind her words and felt a fondness towards her. It had been a while since someone had joked around with him. He smiled for the first time in a while and shook his head. “I meant the man that left before I came in.”

“Oh!” She laughed, shaking her head and saying, “No, no,” repeatedly. She stopped laughing, giggles still escaping her mouth. “That’s my cousin. He’s closer than a brother, though, TJ.”

Bucky felt his ears and cheeks heat up, turning red, no doubt, with embarrassment. “Okay.” Bucky felt a prickle of guilt behind all the embarrassment, but it didn’t belong to him.

“I’m not lying,” Y/N said, noticing that Bucky could feel her emotion. “I’m just used to joking around and I don’t really know if you’re okay with it or not. It’s just that you got uncomfortable all of a sudden and I thought that… I’m sorry.” She winced at her ramble, but looked at Bucky with soft eyes when he started to chuckle. She bit her lips, holding back her smile at his laughter. It was a sweet sound and she felt as if she could listen to it for eternity.

“It’s fine,” he sighed, eyes twinkling. “It’s been a while since someone joked around the Winter Soldier.” He cringed as he let it slip, shutting his eyes for a second. He opened them, expecting Y/N to be scared or fear him, but he found none of that. Instead he saw and felt her curiosity spark.

“I’ve heard about that,” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. “You were captured by Hydra and taken control over, but now they have no control over you.” Y/N had left out several parts of his past, but he had a feeling that she knew everything anyway.

Bucky nodded curtly. “Yeah. That’s one way to put it.” She smiled softly at him, hand reaching out for his left one.

She didn’t care, Bucky thought with a small surprise. He didn’t feel any fear or anxiousness from her. It was all admiration and curiosity and warmth.

The dark night that plagued him had finally ended.

[simping-i-guess]

Shared Scars (Part 1)

          You remembered the first time you saw the legendary Vash the Stampede. He came to your little town, made a bit of a racket with the kids, and was soon carried away with the wind. You were young then, probably only 17- but he left a lasting impression. Being willing to give you, a poor beggar, the time of day was rare- especially for a non resident. His face burned into your memory, the sight of his bright smile always being present within your mind. You wanted to see him again... However, the next time you'd meet him, you had been hardened by the strenuous life you led in order to survive.

26. That's how old you were when you ran into Vash again. Within a small bar, far from where you'd originally met him, far from the village that you hailed from- the village that was wracked with poverty and death. Far from your least favorite place... You remembered to thank you lucky stars that you made it out of that town with your head on straight.

You took a seat beside the taller figure cloaked in crimson, buying him the same thing you had seen him drinking many years ago- whiskey. With only a brief moment of confusion, Vash's expression became one of shock.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere..?" Vash asked, a hand coming to his chin. "You look awfully familiar..."

You stifled a laugh behind your gloved hand. "Yes, about nine years ago now. You happened to stumble into a little town for a drink- but I never forgot your face." You smiled, leaning against the bar. "I'm surprised you remembered me, though. You must see a lot of people."

"Ah, yeah." Vash chuckled, the sound filling your ears. How pleasant. "I'm pretty good at recognizing faces, though, and I certainly remember yours. How is everyone from the town doing? All the little tykes grown up?" Vash asked, taking a swig from his whiskey. You shrugged.

"No clue, haven't been there in years. Last I heard, one of the old folks controlling the water supply died, and the whole town fought to take control of the estate. Glad I wasn't there for that."

"That's... unfortunate." Vash commented, face falling only briefly. "Well then, what about you? You seem well."

The two of you spent the night talking, sharing the stories you'd both gotten over your years of wandering. Vash hung on to every word you said, even the mundane. He... he cared. That was strange, but it was what you remembered about him from all those years ago.

How you then ended up tagging along on his travels was, a bit fuzzy in your mind. A few drinks could make you do and say some crazy things, seemingly. But it didn't matter much... you were happy to go along with him, allowing the wind to blow you both wherever it desired.

However, things grew more complicated as your feelings for the gunman emerged, and your desire to hold your secrets even closer intensified.

...

"Vash, I can't wear that..." You frowned at the garment that was being presented to you.

"What? Why not? Is it the wrong size?" Vash flipped the shirt over in his hands, looking for the inner tag.

"No, it's... it's the right size, that's not the issue." Your eyes drifted to the sleeves, examining their short length. "But, ah... it looks like it might be a little short... for my torso..."

"Well, I think it's supposed to be that way. It's cool and breathable, and I mean, you don't need to always wear that sweater- it's so hot out!"

"Vash, you're always in a jacket."

"Yeah, but its fabric protects me. Yours is just hot for no good reason."

Vash made a valid point, but you didn't want to admit it. No, you just didn't want to put on anything more revealing. You were much too nervous.

"C'mon, just try it on?" Vash insisted, giving you a pleading smile. "I'll even get on my knees and beg!"

"No no no- stand back up!" You caught Vash by his waist, not allowing him to finish his kneel. "I'll- I'll wear it-"

"Yes!" Vash pumped his fist in the air.

"...but not right now."

"Oh." He deflated. You sighed, your hands coming to your hips.

"... a date." You mumbled.

"Hm?" Vash tilted his head, questioning.

"A date. I'll wear it if you take me out on a date. Does that sound fair?" You raised a brow, waiting to see if Vash would accept the proposal.

"A date..? Oooh..." Vash elbowed you softly, a mischievous expression overtaking his features. "Have you just been trying to get me into your bed his whole time? Ow-" Vash rubbed his cheek, trying to will the sting from your pinch away.

"Look, is it a yes or no? If you're not interested-"

"I'll take you out, that's no problem." Vash answered, a nervous chuckle escaping him. "I'm just a bit surprised that you'd want that. Dates don't seem like your thing."

"Hey, dates can be fun. Plus, I like food. There's usually food on dates."

"Are you just trying to get me to buy you dinner again?"

"Shhh. Don't think too much about it, you already agreed."

...

Vash decided to meet you at a nice diner. You insisted that you two meet there rather than go together, because you had to get ready first. In truth, you were just giving yourself ample time to psych yourself into actually going.

"C'mon... I don't look that bad..." You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror, wearing the shirt Vash had gotten for you. It was a comfortable form fitted shirt in a color that was flattering on you. But, the lack of long sleeves, the fact that it revealed a lot of your back, and its length on your torso wasn't favorable for you.

It showed off the myriad of scars laden across your body, both shallow and deep. Most you had gotten from minor scuffles, or when foraging for scrap to sell. However, a few long slashes on your partially exposed back were clearly an intentional infliction, having gotten them while being robbed many years ago. You shook your head, urging the returning memories from your mind.

Even if you had seen Vash's scarred body before, it didn't change that you were still nervous about revealing your own scars, especially to someone you wanted to seem appealing to. So, before you could talk yourself out of going, you threw on a jacket and left to meet Vash at the diner you had agreed on.

...

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Vash called you over, waving exaggeratively. You gaped, looking at your shadow in an attempt to gage the time. Were you late, or was he just super early?

"Yoohoo, (Y/n), can you hear me~?" Vash called again, hopping up. He was probably scaring off potential customers, bouncing around so boisterously right near the entrance of the establishment. You hurried over to him, trying to get him to stop making a scene.

"Vash, people are gonna look at us funny!" You complained, grabbing hold of one of his arms.

"Aw, what's the problem with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Hey, aren't you supposed to be wearing that shirt I got you?" Vash asked, jumping from one topic to the other faster than you could fully comprehend.

"I am wearing it, I'm just also wearing a jacket." You explained, crossing your arms.

"Oh, well then allow me to get that for you-" Vash moved to stand behind you, ready to help remove your jacket.

"No!!" You stepped out of his reach, glancing away from him. "N...not here. Let's go somewhere a bit more private."

"Oh~? Well-"

"No funny business." You pointed a finger at Vash, trying to muster up a scowl. "We're just stepping aside for privacy, no getting handsy."

"Hey hey, I won't! I'd never do something without a lady's permission first." Vash put his hands up, his palms bared in a defeated way. You sighed, waving Vash over to the side of the building.

The town wasn't particularly busy at this hour, so just moving away from the entrance minimized your chances of anyone stumbling on you two. With one final glance around, you began slowly undoing the clasps on your jacket. Vash hummed, watching with anticipation.

"I'm sure the shirt'll look good on you! I have an eye for that sort of stuff. Here, let me." Vash again reached out, helping to pull the jacket off of your shoulders. He took it, folding it over his arms and ensuring it'd not get wrinkled in the position it was in. "Ookay, well~" Vash grinned as he looked over you, though you could tell he was a bit surprised at what he was seeing. His eyes mostly stayed on the shirt, seemingly examining the way it fit you, but you knew he was just being courteous. "It-" Vash was quickly cut off, and he leaned back to dodge your swift movement.

"Don't say anything yet!" You exclaimed, having put a finger up to his lips. You felt your face heat up as Vash watched you, seemingly confused at your display. You pulled back, crossing your arms protectively over your chest. "I know it must seem a little dumb... getting all embarrassed over this." You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing the intense urge to look away from Vash's expression.

"Dumb?" Vash raised a brow. "Why would it be dumb?"

"Because you've let me see your scars before, so it's not... it's not like I've been under the impression that you'd be repulsed by mine or anything..." You shifted your weight, swaying nervously under Vash's gaze. "A-And even if you did find mine ugly or whatever, I knew you'd be nice about it. Even then, I was still too nervous... I just feel silly..." You shook your head slowly and held a hand out to Vash, now giving in and averting your gaze. "C...Could I have my jacket back now..?"

You heard Vash approach you with a few steps, and then felt your jacket being draped over your shoulders where Vash's hands settled as well. You glanced up at him to see his soft smile, which made your legs feel like jelly.

"You're beautiful, (Y/n)." Vash said simply. "You don't have to be embarrassed about your scars, especially not in front of me. But you don't have to show them off if it makes you uncomfortable or self conscious- I understand how that feels." Vash's knuckles softly stroked down your cheek, and he gave you one of the most breathtaking smiles you had ever seen. "Your comfort is the most important thing to me. I'm sorry if I made you feel as if you had to reveal this before you were ready to."

You sighed, feeling silly again. "You always know what to say, don't you?" With a little shrug of your shoulders, Vash moved his hands, and your jacket fell onto the sandy ground. You tried to match Vash's smile, though yours was a bit more forced.

"Can I touch your arms?" Vash asked, his thumbs rubbing idly on your shoulders.

You answered Vash in a small voice. "Yeah, that's fine."

With hesitant movements, Vash slowly smoothed his hands down your arms, his smile never faltering. "I'm surprised, you're more muscular than I thought you'd be." Vash commented, his fingers barley ghosting over the prominent scars.

"Hmf, I coulda said the same about you. You look real lanky until your jacket comes off." You tugged on the front of Vash's red jacket, wanting to busy your hands.

"Yeah, you aren't the first person to tell me that." Vash said, his hands stopping at your elbows. "Now... I think maybe it's time we actually start our date. Here, I'll grab your jacket-"

"No, it's... it's okay." You smiled hesitantly, grabbing your jacket up off of the ground. "I... I think I'll just hold it. I mean, it is hot out..."

Vash hummed. "It is, isn't it?" His hands quickly found the buttons on his jacket, undoing them swiftly. "I think you might have the right idea."

"Vash, you don't have to do that." Despite your words, you smiled as Vash's jacket was removed, revealing a bit more of his toned body to you.

"I don't, but I also don't feel like sweating right now. Plus, I don't see anyone getting handsy with their guns here, so I think I'm fine. Now," Vash draped an arm over your shoulder. "Shall we go inside?"

You chuckled, leaning your head against the side of his chest. "Yeah. I hope they have some good food, here."

[mandelene]

For the drabble prompts, what about single father Francis taking Matthew and/or Alfred to the doctor’s, where he meets Dr Kirkland for the first time? Bonus if the twins try to set them up, but don’t worry if you think it’ll be too long for a drabble. 💕

I did make it way too long, but once I got into it, I couldn’t stop myself. 😅💖 Sorry in advance. I hope you enjoy it! Also, I want to make a disclaimer that I do not think parents shouldn become infatuated with their kid’s doctor irl, nor should said doctor react the way Arthur reacts in this story because it’s unprofessional. 🤣  It’s just a story! 

Extreme Hopscotch and a Hot Date

Word Count: 2060

“Alfred, please, don’t make a scene!” 

“No! You can’t make meeeeee!” 

Francis did not think he’d be frantically rushing a bleeding Alfred to the nearest urgent care clinic at seven o’clock in the evening because someone thought it would be a good idea to create a game of “extreme hopscotch” in sidewalk chalk right in front of the house. Long story short, after a miscalculated cartwheel, Alfred managed to fall on his arm and land in gravel, resulting in a three-inch laceration leading all the way from his wrist and stopping midway down his forearm. 

Alfred is a menace when it comes to receiving any sort of medical attention, and Francis has tried everything to get him to be more cooperative—bribing him, whispering sweet nothings, soothing him, lecturing him, scolding him—nothing works. 

Thankfully, he has a secret weapon…

“It won’t be so bad, Al,” Matthew tries to convince his brother. “I’ll hold your hand, okay?” 

Alfred swipes at his red puffy eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and sniffles wetly. “I don’t want it to hurt.” 

“The doctor will make it better,” Matthew promises, squeezing Alfred’s shoulder. “And maybe you’ll get a lollipop at the end!” 

Francis doesn’t know how Matthew has become better at getting through to Alfred than him, but he’s grateful for it.  

The idea of receiving a lollipop seems enticing enough because Alfred sullenly walks his way over to the pleasant medical assistant who has been patiently waiting for him to follow her down the hall. 

“You can come right in here, boys,” she says, holding the door open to an exam room. 

Francis picks Alfred up and sits him on the exam table so that he doesn’t have to struggle to climb up. He places a warm, reassuring kiss on his forehead, and then, he and Matthew sit in a pair of chairs opposite Alfred. 

“So, what brings you guys in today?” 

“Alfred fell on gravel while playing on the sidewalk and has a gash on his forearm. I’ve tried my best to keep it bandaged, but the bleeding hasn’t stopped,” Francis explains, pressing his palms against his knees. He has a fair bit of white coat syndrome himself, so being calm for the boys in these types of situations often proves to be difficult. 

The medical assistant notices Alfred’s rolled-up right sleeve and the gauze around his arm. “Ouch, that’s not good…All right, honey, I’m just going to take your vitals.” 

She takes Alfred’s temperature with an ear thermometer. When it registers as normal, she checks his blood pressure—also normal.

“Does he have any medical conditions?” 

“No.” 

“Allergies?” 

“Not that I know of.”

“And how old is Alfred again?” 

“Seven.” 

The medical assistant busily types away at the computer for a moment, clicks some boxes, and then says, “Okay, one of our doctors should be in shortly. Feel better soon, sweetie!” 

Francis thanks her as she leaves and shoots Alfred another encouraging smile. “It’s going to be okay, mon chou. 

Five minutes of tense silence go by, aside from Alfred occasionally asking, “Is it going to hurt? Am I going to get a shot? Are they going to cut my arm off?” while Francis tells him to relax and take a deep breath. 

There’s a knock on the door. A doctor of average height with emerald green eyes, tousled blond hair, and a white coat comes in. He shakes Francis’s hand and greets him by saying, “Good evening, I’m Dr. Arthur Kirkland.” 

“Francis,” Francis replies, mouth suddenly dry. 

The doctor turns to the exam table to shake the hand of Alfred’s uninjured arm, and Francis can see that Alfred is impressed that he’s being treated like a grown-up. “You must be Alfred, and I’m assuming that that’s your brother sitting over there.” 

“Yeah, that’s Matthew,” Alfred supplies with another wet sniffle. “He’s my twin, but I’m older than him by like ten minutes.”

“I see,” Dr. Kirkland says before shaking Matthew’s hand as well for good measure. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” 

He pauses to look down at Alfred’s injured arm and gently lifts it up. “Can you tell me what happened here, Alfred?”

“Ummm…Uhhh…I sorta was playing extreme hopscotch with Mattie and got to the part where you’re supposed to do a cartwheel, but I fell over and hit my arm and cut it.” 

“Extreme hopscotch?” Dr. Kirkland asks, raising a brow before carefully undoing Francis’s makeshift bandaging. 

 “…Yeah, it was an idea Mattie and I came up with…” 

 “I told you it was a bad idea,” Matthew mumbles from the sidelines. 

Dr. Kirkland smiles, clearly amused by the story. He sets Alfred’s arm down for a moment to put on some gloves and frowns when he gets a good look at the ugly gash, which is still bleeding even two hours after the incident. “Has this been cleaned out?” 

“I tried,” Francis says, holding a hand against his temple. “I wanted to rinse it under the sink, but Alfred threw a fit, and I don’t think I got very far.” 

“Hmm...” He turns Alfred’s arm back and forth several times and feels along his wrist and the surrounding bones. “Does it hurt when I press around here?” 

Alfred whimpers and says, “Yeah, when you pressed up there.”

“Up here?” Dr. Kirkland asks, prodding around Alfred’s wrist again. 

“Oww!” he exclaims, and a few tears roll down his cheeks. “It hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it worse…I need to check something, all right? And it may hurt for just a moment, but you seem like a courageous boy, and I think you can handle it. Okay?” 

 “…Okay.” 

Francis smiles again and gives Alfred a little thumbs-up. Given how he normally acts at the doctor’s—he’s doing phenomenally.

Dr. Kirkland slowly rotates Alfred’s wrist and tries to hyper-extend it forward, but Alfred lets out a sharp shout, so he stops. “All right, all done…We’ll have to make sure you didn’t break any bones in your wrist or arm when you fell, Alfred, since you’re having some pain and swelling. So, I think it’d be wise to get an x-ray. We can do that here and know within a few minutes. We’ll also have to clean that wound and give you a few stitches.” 

“I-Is it going to hurt?” Alfred asks in the most pitiful tone Francis has ever heard him use. 

“Maybe a little, but then it’ll feel much better later.” 

Alfred swallows hard and mumbles, “Okay.” 

After a nod of confirmation and understanding from Francis, Dr. Kirkland says, “We’ll take him for the x-ray first. The medical assistant will come and get him. I’ll return once we have the images.”

Francis nods his head again “Okay, thank you!” 

“Not a problem.” 

Dr. Kirkland steps out for the time being, so Francis gets up to give Alfred another comforting kiss on the head and wipes his tears with some tissues. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, right?” Francis murmurs, running a hand through his hair. “The doctor seems very nice.” 

“You should go on a date with him,” Alfred abruptly says, and Francis feels his heart skip a beat. 

“What in the world—?”

“You said he’s nice.” 

Matthew then jumps into the conversation and adds, “You were looking at him all funny, Papa.” 

“I was not!” 

“You so were,” Alfred agrees with a giggle in between his pained sobs. 

Before Francis can analyze the social cues he must have obviously given for the boys to be suggesting such a thing, a new medical assistant arrives to take Alfred to go and have his x-ray taken. Francis offers to walk him there, but Alfred insists that he’s a “big kid” and can go by himself. 

“You haven’t been on a date in a long time, Papa,” Matthew whispers. 

“I’m not going to have a fling with Alfred’s doctor, Mathieu!,” Francis whispers back. 

Alfred is brought back to them about ten minutes later, and the doctor arrives fifteen minutes after him with some medical supplies. 

“The good news is Alfred doesn’t have any fractures. It looks like a bad sprain. I’ll give him a brace to wear on his wrist for the next two weeks until it stops being sore and tender,” Dr. Kirkland tells Francis before looking down at Alfred. “Let’s get that wound sorted and you can be on your way. No more extreme hopscotch though, all right?”

“All right,” Alfred reluctantly agrees, hunching his shoulders. 

“I’m going to give you some medicine to numb the cut so that it won’t hurt when I put the stitches in.” 

But when Alfred spots the syringe and needle, he screeches at the top of his lungs, and Francis does his best to calm him down. 

“Alfred, Alfred! What happened to being a courageous boy?” Dr. Kirkland asks. “It’s just a little needle.” 

“No shots!” 

“Alfred, please,” Francis begs. He was doing so well! 

Once again, Matthew comes to the rescue by taking Alfred’s healthy hand in his own. “It’s okay, remember?”

Alfred squeezes Matthew’s hand and buries his face into his Papa’s chest to weep some more. 

Dr. Kirkland, meanwhile, coaxes Alfred to extend his arm and place it flat on the exam table. “It’ll be quick, Alfred. I promise.” 

“I take back what I said, Papa. You can’t date him! He’s a meanie!” 

At that, Francis turns beet red and really wishes he could disappear. Maybe the poor doctor didn’t hear that. “I’m so sorry. I have no idea what he’s talking ab—”

“A date?” Dr. Kirkland inquires, and Francis isn’t sure if he’s continuing the topic of discussion because he’s genuinely curious or because he wants to distract Alfred from the needle that’s now approaching his flesh. 

“Papa is single and hasn’t been on a date in forever,” Alfred explains, head still pressed into Francis’s shirt. When the needle finally pierces his skin, he yelps, but Matthew squeezes his hand and Francis rubs the back of his head even though he is mortified. 

“I see…The worst part is done with, Alfred. You shouldn’t feel any more pain, but your arm may feel tingly and strange as it becomes numb. I’m going to rinse this out with some sterile saline…” 

Francis doesn’t dare to look, afraid he’ll accidentally meet the doctor’s gaze and make things a million times more awkward. Alfred eventually loosens his grip on him and Matthew, curious to see what’s being done to him. 

“There we are. Much better,” Dr. Kirkland says before he readies the sutures. “This shouldn’t hurt, so tell me if it does…” 

“How many stitches?” Alfred asks, less hysterical and distraught now. 

“As many as it takes to close the wound. Probably around fifteen.” 

“Gross…But that’s also kinda cool.” 

Dr. Kirkland smiles again—he has such a lovely smile, Francis thinks. 

Alfred’s eyes widen as he watches the doctor work. “You do it so fast!” 

“You’re not the first person I’ve stitched up…It’s very important that you don’t touch your stitches or rip them, or else the wound won’t heal. You can come back to have them taken out in ten days.”

Once that’s done, Dr. Kirkland wraps Alfred’s arm in some gauze to discourage him from picking at the sutures and puts his wrist in a small brace. “How does that feel?” he asks. 

“It doesn’t hurt as much.”

“That’s the answer I was looking for,” Dr. Kirkland says before typing some notes into the computer and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Then, he hands Alfred a lollipop and a sticker that he fishes out of a drawer and turns to Francis to inform him, “You can give him some ibuprofen tonight before he goes to bed to bring some of the swelling and pain down. Ice and elevation will also help. You can get his detailed discharge forms from the front desk. Do you have any questions?” 

“No, that’s all. Thank you very much.” 

Dr. Kirkland nods and hands Francis the piece of paper he was writing on, except it’s now folded in half. Then, the doctor helps Alfred down from the exam table, pats his head, and says goodbye. “Stay out of trouble and feel better soon!” 

Francis assumes the paper contains some instructions regarding Alfred’s care. But when he unfolds it and realizes what it is, his hands tremble. 

It’s a cellphone number...

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

She’s Kinda Hot

You’re just his co-star’s daughter, but you don’t get along. Until they force you to learn more about each other.

-

           The first time you met Jaeden, you hated him. He was coming off of the success from It and he was cocky about it. Really cocky about it. He played nice to all of the adults, but when he met you he looked you up and down and laughed and then walked away. Like, really, what the fuck was that?

           Everyone kind of grouped you together because you were around the same age – you were only a couple months younger than him. And at least in Knives Out, you were the only two people your age on set at all. You were mostly just there to help your dad, since you were homeschooled you’d stay in his trailer or show up and help him out. Everyone would say get out, the adults are talking, and turn the two of you away.

           You didn’t know if the asshole thing was just an act, because he was as sweet as could be around anyone else. He seemed like the kind of guy that would give a girl flowers just because. But to you, he was the devil incarnate. He just stood there on set in his white suit for a costume and flirted with you, but it was a condescending kind of flirt. It made your heart jump and your stomach churn and you absolutely hated that he had the effect on you.

           What you didn’t know was how he felt about you. You were gorgeous. You were smart and you were kind and you were always willing to help out on set. You loved your father, even when he was an idiot, and you always tried to do the right thing even if it was hard. And you always had something to say about the process of making a movie that made him wonder why you weren’t going to pursue it in college. You made his heart do this thing and the only way he could figure out to do was make it seem like he hated you because it just felt like he should. He didn’t feel like he should blush every time you said something to him, so he pretended that he hated you. But, of course, neither of you knew the hatred was only a protective coping mechanism.

           You were on set for the final day of Knives Out, so they’d had a big lunch catered in. You came in dressed nicely because you’d had a college interview, or something like that, because he tried to pretend that he didn’t care enough to know. You were wearing a wrap skirt and a white shirt and he wanted to tell you how pretty you looked, but instead he turned his head and made a remark about how you were always trying to impress.

           “What did you say?” You said, swirling around. You crossed your arms against your chest, suddenly insecure about the crop top you were wearing.

           “Nothing,” he shrugged. “But you really shouldn’t try so hard. If you’re smart they’ll like you anyway.” You almost growled in response, because what kind of comment was that? What kind of ass-backwards, back-handed compliment was that? Because he’d said you were pretty, or implied it, but he’d also implied that you were dumb. And he’d made joked about your intelligence, many times, but it was never about a lack of intelligence. It was weird. Definitely weird. But you got through the lunch and kissed your dad on the cheek and left to take the dog for a walk around the grounds near the house they were filming at.

           You always made some crack about how much of an asshole he was whenever your friends said he was cute. Yes, he was cute. Very cute. But he was an ass, and you needed them to know that so they’d stop thirsting over him. Maybe it was because you were thirsting over him and wanted him all to yourself, but you didn’t know that. How could you?

           And then your dad said he got a role in Defending Jacob. And you were immensely proud of him because he believed in the project and the character and had fought for it for a really long time. Then he said Jaeden was going to be the main character. And then he said they were filming in Boston. So great – Jaeden was going to be around for a few months while they filmed. He lived on his own so your dad invited him to dinners all the time, or he’d come home with him and your dad would give him advice or whatever boys did.

           It was ten PM and you were absolutely desperate for water. You had been working on homework for the past couple of hours before taking a shower and getting ready for bed, but you could hear your dad and Jae’s voices. You sucked it up and pulled your sleep shorts down a little and you changed into a t-shirt that Jaeden’s eyes traveled up and down when you got down there. You got your water and turned to the two of them on the couch.

           “Good night, sweetie,” your dad said.

           “Yeah, Y/N, good night,” Jaeden said with a smile on his face. One that your dad obviously didn’t see. Jaeden checked you out and then you tried to brush it off, but the heat rose to your cheeks as you disappeared up the stairs and went back into your room. You heard him ask for the bathroom later, but you were too lazy to shut your door, and he walked in and stood in the doorway, looking around.

           “What do you want?” You asked. He smirked at your photo wall for some reason, one of which had a picture of you and your dad at the Knives Out premiere.

           “Nothing.” He looked at you and then left, causing you to sit up and turn on your light and text your friend about the weird interaction.

           You continued coming to set when they were filming the show, especially since it was close, and you were a glorified director’s assistant by the time you were filming for the third week. You and Jaeden continued getting in stupid little fights, mostly just snarky comments until someone told you to stop. You wanted to know what the fuck his problem was. You wanted to know why the fuck he was acting like he owned everyone and everything around you and then he was perfectly sweet to everyone else. Why was he so cocky? And why did you kind of like him?

           Jaeden got off a little early that day, having finished his scene, and stayed at the restaurant they were filming at to get some food. The director had sent you back to pick up a bag he’d left by accident, so you took your car keys and went back. You saw Jae at a booth by himself, scrolling through his phone, eating pizza. Beside him was the director’s bag, and you sighed. This was the first time you two were truly alone together, and you intended to make it quick.

           “Can I have that?” You asked, walking up to him. He put the pizza he was holding down, swallowed, and shrugged. You went to grab it but he got to it first, putting a hand on it so you couldn’t take it.

           “Only if you sit and have a piece with me,” he shrugged.

           “Funny, asshole. Just give me the bag.”

           “No.” You sat down, frustrated, and caught him eyeing the gold chain around your neck with stars hanging from it. You thought it was pretty, but maybe he thought otherwise. “So. How’s senior year?”

           “Fine?” You replied. You didn’t take a piece of pizza in fear that he’d try and keep you there even longer, but when the waiter came by you ordered a root beer.

           “I’m trying not to make this weird, Evans, and you’re really trying to do the opposite,” he remarked as he took a sip from his bottle of root beer.

           “I’m not, you’re just being an asshole.” He smirked. “And my name is Y/N.”

           “So that’s what you really think of me.”

           “Well, when you act like one, people tend to think you’re one.” He shrugged his shoulders, sitting back.

           “I guess so. I kinda figured you could see through it, but I guess you can’t.” You tilted your head, confused. “You’re pretty when you’re confused.”

           “You’re a confusing person.”

           “Only when I want to be.” You sat in silence for a few minutes, just drinking as fast as you could, and then you put the bottle down and stood up.

           “Can I get my bag now?”

           “Fine.” He handed you the bag and you took it from him, and you started to leave a couple of dollars on the table for the root beer, but he shook his head. “I got it. You owe me for next time, though.”

           You walked out of the pizza place feeling weirder than you did before. Now you were just confused. He acted completely differently then than he ever had before, almost like he genuinely cared about you and wanted to have a conversation with you, which was weird because you could’ve sworn from the way he was acting that he didn’t like you. You shrugged it off, bringing the bag back to set.

           You avoided him after that – you just didn’t want to know if he had an ulterior motive by talking to you or not, so even though it messed with your head, you let it go. Your relationship became even more passive aggressive as the show went on and you started hanging out with some of the other kids on set. You and some of the others were sitting in someone’s basement, drinking soda and talking, just to talk, and you ended up on the topic of him. He was doing a night shoot and wasn’t there, which was the only reason you’d agreed to go.

           “It’s just weird. He likes me when we’re alone, and then when we’re with other people, he’s a complete asshole to me, and everyone else just doesn’t see it. Like, he’ll make some backhanded compliment and then smirk at me or stare at me and expect me not to say anything about it,” you explained.

           “Maybe he likes you and he just doesn’t know how to say it. I don’t know. Maybe if you’re just super nice to him, he’ll see that he’s being ridiculous.” You sighed and let the topic go, thinking about her words for the rest of the night. You debated texting him and asking him what was up, because for some reason you had his number, but you didn’t. You typed a message out and deleted it.

           The next day was a long one. You could tell he was tired and you felt bad for him, so you handed him a coffee even though he didn’t ask for it. He didn’t say anything, he just looked you up and down, and he smiled. Not a smirk. A smile. A genuine, real, thankful smile. You turned away and went back to set, thinking that maybe you’d swayed him into being a little nicer to you.

           Nope.

           “Why don’t you see what Jaeden’s doing?” Your dad asked as you helped him adjust his costume, looking at a camera to make sure it was how everything had been the day before. The crew was reduced since you were filming in a courtroom, so you were the continuity police.

           “Because he hates me,” you replied casually, looking at the camera footage before fixing his cuff links.

           “Or do you just not know him? He’s a good kid, hon, he just doesn’t know how to say that all the time. Just go hang out with him. For me?” You sighed, rolling your eyes, and you shook your head.

           “Nope.”

           “Evans!” The director called out for you. You turned from your dad and went to his side. Jaeden was standing with the director, probably talking shit about you.

           “Here,” you responded with a smile. It faded when you saw Jaeden’s face.

           “We revised some of the lines for the arraignment scene, would you mind running them with him? Reduced crew.”

           “Sure!” You tried to sound excited and led Jae out of the room and into the green room. It was someone’s office, but while you were filming there, it was the green room. You sat up on the desk, swinging your feet since they didn’t touch the ground, and looked over the new scenes.

           “Thanks for the coffee yesterday,” he said. You looked up and saw a completely different person than the asshole you thought you knew.

           “You looked tired,” you shrugged. “Figured you could use some.”

           “Yeah.” He gave you a small smile and you started running through the scenes. You caught him looking at you, and not because you were talking. You didn’t know why, but it didn’t have anything to do with the lines you were saying because those didn’t need him to look at you. And he wasn’t really in character, either. He was just trying to learn his lines. Eventually he put the papers down and looked up at you, and you did the same. You crossed your arms, knowing it was a slightly defensive position.

           “You know I’m not really like that, right?” He asked. You could tell he was nervous. Your heart started beating faster as he walked closer to you and the butterflies started again.

           “Like what?”

           “An ass. I just… I think you’re really cool, and I like you a lot, and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I thought that it would be easier if you hated me. Because you’re my co-star’s daughter and now matter how pretty you are, I know I shouldn’t.” You took in his statement for a second. He liked you. He actually liked you.

           “I don’t hate you, Jaeden. I hate the way you act toward me. That’s different. I just wish you’d act normal because it’s confusing when you don’t. Because I like you too and I don’t know why when you’ve been acting like that since we met.” He sighed.

           “I guess I really screwed up, then. I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve that.” That was the first time he’d ever called you by your actual name, not your last name, not some nickname. Your name. He walked over to you until you could smell his cologne and you could hear how heavy he was breathing and you could see in his eyes that he was really, truly, genuinely sorry.

           “I like you too,” you admitted. “And I don’t know anyone that said we shouldn’t. Unless there’s a rule I don’t know about.” He looked around the room. Your phone lit up, but you didn’t answer it. You were focusing on him. And you were sure he could hear how your heart was absolutely throbbing in anticipation of where your conversation would go.

           “No. There’s no rule.” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been waiting to release. “Do you want there to be one?”

           “No.” You didn’t know exactly why you pulled him toward you, but you did. And then you were an inch away from his face, and then he reached out and suddenly his hands were on your waist and he was kissing you, and you were okay with it. You were really okay with it. Your fist was wrapped in his shirt, not caring that it would get wrinkled and you’d probably have to go get another one. You didn’t know how long you were there, but evidently it was a while, because the door opened and he jumped away from you, turning. It was your dad.

           “I meant hang out with him like go see a movie or something,” your dad said. “But kissing is fine too, I guess. Just get back to set, we’re ready to film.”

A/N: This was a little different from the prompt but it just kind of turned out that way! I love the Evans x Jaeden pairing so much honestly so I definitely got carried away. Thanks for requesting!

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[cupcakes4747]

Truth Or Dare | one

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: n/a

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff

Laptop. Check. Phone. Check. Supplies. Check. Keys. Where are the keys? You looked around for the keys, trying to quickly find them. After ten minutes of searching, you realized that they were in your hand the entire time. You groaned at yourself and quickly rushed out the door. You didn’t want to be late for your first day at university. You wanted everything to be perfect. Ever since you were in middle school, you have been dreaming of going to this college, and you couldn’t believe you had actually made it. You had all sorts or expectations for college you had been thinking about for years. Studying in aesthetic hipster cafes, getting your own apartment, partying with your friends, and most of all, getting a boyfriend. You were the only person you knew that has never had a boyfriend. All through middle and high school, all of your friends would get a new boyfriend every few months and you would always have to third wheel and watch them make out with each other. They would tell you stories about losing their virginity and how awesome sex was, while you on the other hand had never been asked out, or even kissed. You never understood why; you weren’t unattractive, and there was nothing wrong with your personality, but for some reason, it really hurt your self esteem. You thought that you were undesirable and repelling to boys. But now you were in college. You were older, smarter, and since your awkward phase was over, prettier. And there were a whole bunch of new guys who didn’t know who you were and this was your chance to prove to yourself that you weren’t as undesired as you thought. However, ever since you moved into your dorm three weeks ago, you’ve been having all sorts of bad luck. First, the moving van was two days late, so you had to live in your dorm for two days without any of your stuff. Then, you accidentally clogged the toilet and had to call a plumber who ended up doing a horrible job of fixing it. And then, a few days ago, when you went grocery shopping, you realized at the checkout line that you had forgotten your wallet. You didn’t want to be late for your first day of university on top of all that. You ran as fast as you could to the bus stop and as you checked the time after you sat in the bus, you gave a breath of relief. You were five minutes ahead of schedule.

Making it to class on time, you finally started to calm down. You watched as all the students piled into the lecture hall, looking for someone who seemed friendly enough to introduce yourself to later. Then you made eye contact with the most beautiful boy you have ever seen in your life. He had dark brown hair that fell over his eyes, a tall, muscular build, and that mysterious “bad-boy” look. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. And just your luck, this attractive man happened to sit right next to you. Oh my god, what am I supposed to do? Do I talk to him, or...? Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard him say:

“Wow, I must be in heaven, because I am looking at an angel.” Is this guy flirting with me? You blushed. Nobody had ever flirted with you before. You didn’t know how to react so you just let out a nervous giggle, even though you later on realized that that was the dumbest pick up line ever. The class started and the cute boy kept making sarcastic and funny retorts to everything the professor would say. You found yourself giggling to everything he was saying and you weren’t sure if it was because you genuinely found it funny or just because you thought he was attractive. After class ended, you both formally introduced yourselves and the cute boy, who said his name was Jungkook, asked you if you wanted to go to a party that weekend. You had never been to an official party before; only small get-togethers with your close friends. Everything you knew about frat parties was from the over-exaggerated scenes in college movies.

“Sure, why not,” you said nonchalantly, as if partying was a regular part of your routine and that getting asked to go to a party by a hot guy was an everyday occurrence. 

“Great, see you in class tomorrow, Y/N,” Jungkook replied. You beamed as you speed walked out of the lecture hall. This was the most interaction you’ve had with a guy your age other than the weird nerdy kids on the math team back in high school.

When you arrived home, you dashed straight to your closet to figure out what you were going to wear to the party, completely ignoring your pending responsibilities as an adult. How did people dress at college parties? Should you wear something trendy? Something stylish and fashionable? Something cute and innocent? Something sexy? You had never thought of yourself as sexy, but as you were looking at your reflection in the full-length mirror, you realized that your body was not that bad. You worked out consistently and ate healthy, which made you look healthy. And plus, a sexy guy like Jungkook would probably be interested in a sexy girl. You didn’t own any sort of sexy dress, but you knew your roommate had plenty, but she was out somewhere so you couldn’t ask her then. You sighed and decided to get started on your homework.

The next day, you walked into your first class, excited to see Jungkook, but he was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, you sat down at your seat and listened to the professor.

“For our very first project of the school year, we will be doing a partner project where each assigned pair will be assigned a piece of classical literature and have a series of mini-assignments to complete about it,” your professor’s voice boomed across the large lecture hall, “It will be due a month from today.” You groaned internally. You hated partner projects. Either the other person would take control of everything and not let you have any input or say of what goes into the project or the other person would completely slack off and not do anything, leaving you to do all the work. The professor started calling out names of the assigned pairs from his list. Please let my partner be Jungkook, please let my partner be Jungkook. “Y/N and Namjoon, you two will be partners. Please raise your hands.” You raised your hand and looked around the lecture hall for another raised hand. A tall man walked up to you with his hand outstretched.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon, your partner.” You shook his hand and introduced yourself to him. He was almost an entire foot taller than you and could be quite handsome if he didn't dress so dorky. He was wearing a plaid sweater vest on top of a shirt and with pants that did not match at all. Along with that he was wearing a paper-bag brown hat which made him look like a journalist from the 1950s. You appreciated cute dorks since you considered yourself to be one. You both had decided to meet at the library later that day to get started on the project, both of you deciding that it was a bad idea to procrastinate and that it was smartest to start as soon as possible. 

Later, in the afternoon, you were walking to the library to meet Namjoon to get started on the project and heard footsteps running up to you.

"Hey, beautiful," Jungkook smirked after he caught up to you. Your heart fluttered.

"What are you doing here? Where were you in class today?" you questioned.

"Oh, I ditched. I was still hungover from a gathering at my friend's place last night. Did I miss anything important?"

"We started a project with assigned partners. I'm meeting him up at the library right now."

"Oh, boring. I'm glad I ditched." You rolled your eyes.

"Anyways, I need to go now. It was nice talking to you, Jungkook."

"Wait, are you still coming to the party on Friday?" Oh my gosh, he remembered! 

"Yes, text me the details, please." You told Jungkook your number as he typed it into his phone.

"Okay, cool. I'll let you know everything. Bring your hot friends." You rolled your eyes at him again.

"Yeah, sure. Bye." You didn't know how you were capable of keeping up a causal conversation with an insanely good-looking guy. Usually, when a good-looking guy would approach you, which they rarely did, you would just panic and freeze, and never be able to come up with anything interesting, witty, or funny to say, causing yourself to reply only with one-word answers, making yourself look unconfident. The problem was that you were kind of unconfident. Other people's opinions mattered way too much to you, causing you to revolve your life around how others will react. You knew it was unhealthy, but had no idea how to stop.

Lost in your thoughts, you had already made it to the library.

“Hey there!” Namjoon said. He had already found a table and was ready to go with his laptop open. “I already got a headstart on the assigment. I came up with multiple points of views to analyze this part of the text.”

“Wow, you are really on top of things,” you replied, impressed.

“I already read this back in high school for fun. Although it was a few years ago, I have a general idea about what happens.” And here you were thinking you were the only person of your age group who read classic literature just for fun, but decided against mentioning that you had also read it for fun in high school. Now that you were in a new location where nobody knew who you were, this was a second chance at a first impression. You did not want to be considered a nerd anymore.

You sat down and began reading and discussing the novel with him. Even though you just met him, you found that you really enjoyed working with him. Namjoon had a different perspective than you which made you see the novel in an entirely different way and vice versa. It was refreshing to have a deep conversation about a topic both people enjoy, as most exchanges you’ve had in the past year were just shallow small talk. As you both reflected and discussed, you had breezily finished the assignment in much less time than you anticipated. Perfect. More time to get ready for the party. 

“Nice work. We got done really fast. Maybe to speed up this project and get this over with, we can finish the next essay question tonight since it will be fresh in our memory,” stated Namjoon.

“Actually I’m going to a party tonight. Tomorrow maybe?” you said trying to hide the proudness in your voice. You never thought that you would be partying instead of doing homework since it was usually the reverse. You thought he would think that you were super cool and adventurous for partying in the first week of school, since it was something you would have never even contemplated doing in high school. Namjoon, however, seemed unfazed by this. 

“All right I’ll just submit mine tonight. You can do yours tomorrow. I’m happy to proofread your work before turning it in if you’d like.” A small part of you was disappointed that he didn’t seem to think anything of it and another small part of you was worried he would think you were irresponsible or a bad student when in reality that couldn’t be further from the truth. It was still nice of him to offer to help you when you knew he was probably busy with other things.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you said gratefully as you packed up your things, “When can you meet up next?” 

“How about Sunday evening?”

“Works for me.” You both bid your farewells and went your separate ways, eager to go to your first college party and see Jungkook.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I gotta know what Kai meeting his SO's family would be like. How would he react if one of his SO's family tried to get her to break up with him, ditch their wedding, or try to get them divorced.

I hope you guys don't get bothered with this type... sorry, if anything I will make one different or headcanons if its more complicated

It has been a year and eight months already that he was dating you, and things were only getting more... intimate.

He even let you meet Pops. POPS out of all people... he didn't liked to remind that day but at least the elder liked you... a lot actually, for even telling embarrassing stories about a very young Chisaki...

He never felt his face burning with such passion after that day...

So he knew that he was taking seriously this relationship... although, there was your family as well, which he never saw once.

You did mentioned about them from time to time but actually saw or in person or in video calls? Nope. Never.

You lived alone but your parents still lived on the same country, but yet, really far away from you. But every once in a while you would visit them or for the holidays or some urgency that ghey would call you.

He tried mentioning them on the topic once in a conversation, but you merely responded with a laugh and 'they are loud and sometimes a bit too much excited with things, you wouldn't atture them for too long trust me.'

He was... slightest offended at that one. He convived with Mimic, so what is loud in comparation with that man?

Conveniently, one time where he proposed the idea of a date night you sadly had to decline, saying that you needed to go to a family gathering.

Perfect. He thought.

"Need company?" He asked while you were still tidying up your bag.

"Kai, love, I know you worry a lot about me, buy no way in hell Kurono will come with me in my family reunion. They might think he is my boyfriend instead." His eye twitched at the disgusting mention before he sighed to regain his calm.

"Stupid, I'm talking about me accompanying you." He growled while looking for his dress shirt.

You looked at him with wide eyes before smirking, lifting one of your eyebrows up.

"You? My family? Together? On a family gathering no less?" He nodded numbly, sighing in relief of seing his shirt neatly clean and ironed.

"You have the courage?" He sended you a hot glare after he put on his shirt.

"What do you mean with this? Its just a bunch of people, not some... whatever it makes someone be afraid of."

You giggled before successfully forcing your bag to close.

"Just asking, just asking." You smiled up at him, feeling that bit of anxiousness and excitement at the same time. "Only if you want to."

"If I offered is because I want to. Is simple." He went to pick his tie but you had placed your hand in front of it, preventing him to take it.

He arched an eyebrow in irritation before you explained.

"Is a barbecue... not a extremely expensive event..."

"I see. Can I at least grab my jacket if you wouldn't mind oh angel of my?" He asked sarcastically, deadpanning at your 'sure' and ignoring the blush om his cheeks when you kissed his covered nose.

~

"Look at who is!" Your sister yelled from the door, caming to give you a hug before looking up and down at yourself wjth a teasing smile.

"Didn't change the slightest!"

"Neither you sis." You sighed before Chisaki got up from his seat and closed the door of the car, looking around numbly.

Your sister gasped before pushi g you close to her to whispwr in your ear.

"Who is that?!"

"My boyfriend. Keep your eyes to your husband will you?" You said, hidding the hint of jealousy on your teasing tone of voice.

Chisaki aproached you and nodded silently at your sister who was elbowing your arm a bit too much.

Is she sick? Stop elbowing my angel.

"Uh.. this is my older sister, (S/N)." Before you could even introduce your boyfriend properly a pair of huge arms enveloped in your waist and lifted you up from behind making you yelp.

"Hey shorty! So long that you didn't appeared!" The man laughed along with you.

Chisaki's hands immediately turned to fists as his eyes went murderous looking at scene in front of him.

Who was this filth who even dared to rouch his angel in front of him in such a way? Didn't he liked living?

"Oi! You're going to break her!" The woman yelled before the man smiled teasingly at her and putted you down.

"I swear to God you're almost broked my ribcage at that hug...ouch." you whined placing a hand on your side while the man finally noticed Chisaki's presence, he also didn't miss the murderous look on his eyes.

"Yo! Taking by seing the situacion here you are her boyfriend right? Nice meeting ya!" The man went to shook hands with Chisaki before you grabbed and placed back down, noticing how your boyfriend's gloves weren't in his hands anymore.

He spoke coudly "And who are you supposed to be?"

The man laughed, ignoring Chisaki's comments, while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Older brother. (B/N) (L/N) to be more specific about it." He turned to you with a apologetic smile before pointing to one car "Sorry sis but I have to get back home."

"It's alright. I bet both of you are busy, but thanks for showing it." You smiled at both of them before they sayed their goodbyes.

Chisaki stared before looking at you in question.

"These were only my older siblings, there's one more inside... if she even came in the first place."

"They are usually this... touchy?"

You nodded before laughing at the irritated and rather regretful expression of his.

"Relax Kai." You offered your hand which he surprisingly grabbed. "They are not going to touch you if you or me say to not do it... I hope."

"You hope? How comforting. If it happens a murder here is not my fault."

"You're not killing anyone of my family!"

"It was a joke." He said monoustly before daring to step closer to that house.

It wasn't. It wasn't a joke. He was serious.

~

"Your family is the reason why the population is overloading..." he growled in disgust close to you in pure annoyance and evidently very uncomfortable about what happened.

How the fuck could so many people fit in one place and be so LOUD? LOUDER THAN MIMIC?!

He never so desperately wanted to hold hands with you in all his life because dear god if someone touched him and you weren't close...

First he met, ironically, was your father... the man first commented was about his fucking jacket. Out of all things. Not even 'who is the man?' or 'good afternoon. Who are you?; no, the bastard just preferred to say

"Honey what the hell is this friend of yours wearing it? And why the fuck this mask dude? You're part of a gang or something?"

"Yaku-" he went to correct whole trying to hold back his anger before you slapped your dad's arm.

"Dad." you growled threateningly at your father which he only asked why the irritation.

Then after he met your grandparents... your grandfather seemed... to catch pretty quick aho was your boyfriend.

"Hey aren't ya that leader from the mafia or something?" He whispered to not catch much attention. You mentally faced palmed while Chisaki nodded.

"Ah I see. So you guys still rob a lot of mon-"

"That is business talk which I guess it wouldn't be on your interest neither it is my obligation to tell you something."

Your grandma snorted at that while the old man scoffed in offense.

"I like this one dear." He heard her whisper in your ear.

...this one? Excuse him old lady he had a fucking name.

Then your mother... which had to ask his name and try to hug him as a greeting.

"Woah woah! Mom you can't just hug a person without knowing them!" You exclaimed as you luckily prevented a catastrophe.

"Well of course I don't know him since you mever actually brought him here once. So-" she returned her attention at Chisaki with a huge smile "What's your name sweety? She never spoke your name, only 'my boyfriend this' 'my boyfriend that'..."

First he had cringed at that cursed nickname, them he looked at you silently requesting your help.

"Call me Overhaul." You almost snorted at that one and at the face of your mother.

"That's... not a actual na-"

"Anyway! Come on lets see more of the house shall we?" You thankfully had dragged him out of there.

So there you both were now after MANY INTRODUTIONS, hidded in one room while he tried to ragain his calm and relaxed posture.

"You know we can get out of here, right? I know you aren't confortable with this."

"...Honestly I don't see what's the matter with my jacket for the first place and what if Overhaul was actually my name?" He mumbled more to himself than to you before breathing in and out slowly and getting up from the couch.

"I had worse than this." He commented before he standed his hand for you to get up "But I have to admit it that having you by my side is much... comforting."

"Same my devil." You smiled affectionately at him before nuzzling on his neck as he carresed your hair lovingly.

"You call him your devil?" A child's voice manifested, making you yelp and Chisaki to glare daggers at the kid.

"So that means he is evil, so you can't date my cousin." The boy pointed ul at Chisaki whose merely lifted one of his eyebrows.

"Like you have the power to decided what either me or my partner do with our lifes, midget." You frowned up at him receiving a scoff and his hold on you getting tighter.

He didn't like kids very much... never felt much comfortable about it.

"Uh... What's a midget?" He deadoanned at the kid.

Were they supposed to be this dumb or was this only one?

~

You had to go to the bathroom. You had to leave him standing awkwardly on a wall, begging silently for you to come back before someone cane over to try to have a shitty talk or even worse... a kid asking for him to play with them.

No way in hell.

The unfortunate happenrd when that father of yours approached him and sigh while holding a beer besides him, thankfully not touching.

"So... what are your intentions with my doll?" He choked on his own saliva at that.

What type of question was that?! And so out of no where no less?!

"Did you already... touch them or something?" He lowered his tone of voice while Chisaki merely lifted his eyebrow up.

Was... Was this... supposed to scare him? This?

Seriously?

"For your knowledge, this information is extremely personal and I guess you're not exactly on the right on trying to get this out of me at this failed attempt of intimidation. And just to be clear, I am only aturing this hell hole because of my angel so I would actually appreciate if you don't have those types of comments around me. That is disgusting." He said calmly yet coldly, like he was speaking in a meeting, not with the father of his partner.

Your father oppened his mouth for a moment in surprise before closing it again and repeating his actions for a while. Before laughing. ..

Was this guy sick inthe head or something?

"You have guts. I like that. Especially when my quirkless daughter need someone to protect and care for her." His eye twitched in irritation before he spotted you.

"Angel thank god you're back." He thanked the heavens at seing you again and getting out of that conversation as soon as possible.

"Huh?"

"Remember when you offered to go away? I will take that. Now." He grabbed your hand and dragved you to the door while you giggled at the wide stares.

"Bye everyone! See you soon!"

"We're not coming back for Thanksgiving." He growled to you in disgust while you whispered back, still trying to contain your laugh.

"Definitely not. It's a mess."

[resilientdolan]

Thick and Thin (g.d)

Part 4

Word-count: 2.1k ++

Summary: Both Bianca and Grayson finally see that they’re both dreaming about different things for their future together, and the universe decided to worsen things for Grayson this time.

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“And voila!,” Fabio carefully lifts the hot towel off Grayson’s chest; revealing the fresh ink on his chest. A simple initial of his girlfriend’s name, with a little bee beside it.

“Babe?,” Grayson tilts his head aside to find his girlfriend sitting alone on the chair, since Ethan and Alana went out to grab some coffee while waiting for Grayson and Bianca’s turns to get their ink done, and gives her a small smile as he points at his chest. “What do you think about it? Do you like it?,” he asks.

Bianca nods her head quickly before she plants a soft kiss onto his forehead, admiring the new tattoo. “It looks so cool,” she definitely adores it.

“Heh, now it’s your turn,” Grayson grabs his t-shirt as he gets off the tattoo chair. “C’mon, babe,” he motions her to get on the tattoo chair.

A slight frown comes across her face as her boyfriend tells her to get on the chair. It’s like he can read her mind that easy, Grayson emits a light chuckle as she gently tucks her hair to the back of her ear. “Baby, it’ll be okay. I’ll be with you,” he hums softly.

Bianca hesitantly sits on the tattoo chair, but as soon as she plops herself down onto the chair, she holds her hand out to find his, wanting him to stay close to her. Grayson laughs at her action, finding it adorable. So he sits down on another chair, taking her hand in his as he gives her a soft smile.

“So, on your wrist?,” Fabio comes and sits on the other side of the tattoo chair, with the tattoo machine in his hand. Bianca nods her head slowly.

“As your first?,” Grayson shifts his gaze to the girl sitting on the chair, looking surprised. “Babe, it’d be quite painful,” he frowns.

“I’ll be okay, hopefully,” Bianca mumbles, with a small smile on her lips, yet she tightens her grip on his hand.

“But, why you gotta go with the wrist?,” he shifts his gaze from the girl to the tattoo artist. “It’ll be quite painful, right?,” he asks him. Fabio just nods his head slowly.

“Near the artery, because you’re the reason that I’m still here. You’re that important to me,” Bianca explains. “So, baby, I’ll be okay,” she convinces him.

“If you say so...,” Grayson replies.

“C’mon, Fabio, let’s get it done,” Bianca gives him a slight chuckle as she leans back against the seat to make herself comfortable.

“Here it comes,” Fabio nods as he gently grabs her wrist to do his work.

As soon as the needle hits her skin, Bianca tightens her grip on Grayson’s hand. She sinks her teeth onto her lower lip to hold herself back from crying due to the pain, but she keeps her eyes glued on his work on her wrist. Grayson, who’s watching Fabio doing his work, quickly shifts his gaze back to Bianca as soon as he notices her tightening the grip.

“It’ll be okay, baby. Hey— hey, look at me,” Grayson tries to distract her. Bianca turns to the side to get a better view of his face.

“Can I tell you something?,” Grayson speaks softly, with his eyes locked on hers still.

“What is it?,” Bianca asks.

“I love you, so much. You have no idea how happy I am to have you as my girlfriend,” Grayson smiles. “Also, I know that it might seem to be too early for me to say this, but I want to build my own family with you,” he adds.

“You what—?,” Bianca gasps, caused by both his statement, and the pain on her wrist.

“I want to build my own family with you. I want to have mini me and mini Bianca in the future, running around our house— how many kids do you want to have?,” he suddenly changes the topic.

“Two?,” Bianca mumbles.

“Can we have three?,” Grayson begs.

“I think three is okay,” she comments.

“Yes, yes! And we can live in a tiny house with them, in Jersey. I mean, I love LA, but I want to raise them in Jersey, what do you think?,” Grayson gently rubs the back of her hand as he hums.

“Anywhere, Gray. As long as I’m raising them with you,” Bianca replies, with a little smile on her lips.

“And I’d like to name our future soon Maverick, I think it’s a cool name. Or Aiden, in case we have two sons. And for the girls—“

“So I can’t decide?,” Bianca pouts as she looks up at him.

“I’m sorry, I get way too excited, babe,” Grayson shakes his head before he presses a gentle kiss onto her pout. “Go ahead, tell me what you got,” he chuckles.

“Well, I’d go with Ophelia or Willow, what do you think?,” this time, she asks for his opinion.

“Both are pretty— God, they’re gonna be as beautiful as you, Bumblebee,” he comments, thinking about how cute the baby girl of their own would look like.

“And the boys are gonna be as fine as you,” she adds.

“I can’t wait,” Grayson exclaims happily. “It’s my biggest dream to achieve, to become a dad and raise my kids well one day,” he continues to speak.

“But, babe?,” Bianca keeps her gaze locked on his. Grayson turns to face her, waiting for her words.

“I— I’m not ready, hell— I don’t even know about our future. I’m scared. The idea of pregnancy scares me,” Bianca pours her thoughts out. “I’m too young to be a mom, Gray, a—and, I’m just scared that I can’t be a good mother for my own kid, I’m scared that I—,”

“Bianca,” Grayson cuts him off, noticing that she’s uncomfortable with him sharing his enthusiasm about the idea of building a family.

Bianca lets out a soft sigh as she leans her head back against the tattoo chair. Her eyes never leaving his, but he can clearly see disappointment in her eyes.

Disappointment at herself for being unable to match his enthusiasm about building a family.

“I’m sorry, Gray,” she lets out a soft sigh as she shifts her gaze back to her wrist, noticing that Fabio’s almost done with his work.

“It’s not happening soon, Bumblebee, I promise, it’ll only happen whenever you’re ready,” Grayson replies as he checks on her wrist, exactly in the same when Fabio turns his tattoo machine off.

“You’re no longer a tattoo virgin,” Fabio chuckles as he looks up at Bianca, who’s now smiling at her fresh ink.

“I love it! Wow, we have matching tattoos now!,” Bianca squeals in excitement as she looks back at Grayson.

“Yes, yes,” Grayson laughs as he wraps his arms around her little figure before he plants another kiss onto the top of her head. “Consider it as our promise rings— I know they aren’t even rings, but you know—“ Grayson tries to explain.

“I get it, Grapeson,” she giggles.

“You have me, forever. I’ll be there for you, through everything, Bumblebee,” Grayson coos as he takes her hand in his to place it on his chest, on top of his fresh ink.

“And I’ll be there for you too, Grapeson. I’ll have your back with anything,” she hums as she nods her head.

“Promise?,” Grayson whispers.

“I promise.”

“Get married already, you two,” Ethan’s voice echoes as he steps into the room with Alana, with plastic cups of coffee in their hands.

“Funny, Ethan,” Bianca responds as she emits a light giggle, shaking her head quickly.

“Oh, I definitely will, bro,” Grayson turns to face his clone, with a wink, before he turns his gaze back to his girl.

“I’m gonna marry you one day, for real, Bumblebee.”

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“Can I wear this one?,” Bianca grabs a black t-shirt with the word Brixton written on it, out of Grayson’s section from their shared walk in closet.

Grayson, who just stepped out of the shower, immediately turns to check on the item that she wants to wear. He playfully rolls his eyes back as he notices the t-shirt that she chooses. “Baaaabe, you can wear your own clothes,” Grayson comments.

“But—“

“You can wear, hm—,” Grayson steps into their closet and quickly grabs a white tanktop, and her gym shorts before he turns to face his girl. “These? I think these would be comfy,” Grayson suggests.

“I want this,” Bianca pouts, insisting to wear his t-shirt.

“Fine, but not for free,” Grayson replies.

“Not for free?,” Bianca raises her eyebrow.

“You gotta pay... by letting me to—,” he stops and quickly traps her figure in his embrace before he attacks her with soft kisses mercilessly, all over her face.

“Baaaaby!,” Bianca calls out for him, hoping he’d stop, but he keeps on going.

“Grayson?,” their scene got stopped by the knock on the door.

“Yes, E?,” he replies.

“Can we talk?,” he sounds so serious that Bianca quickly pulls away from the hug to let Grayson to see him.

Grayson fixes the towel around his waist before he heads straight towards their bedroom door to get him, while Bianca quickly puts on the Brixton t-shirt and crawls onto the bed right after. It’s almost 11, and she’s getting ready for bedtime.

Grayson walks out the room to talk to Ethan and closes the door behind him, leaving Bianca alone in their room, wondering about the thing that they’re talking about.

Ethan sounds so serious. There must be something happened.

She’s very sleepy, yet she chooses to wait for Grayson to come back, to make sure everything’s okay. But once Grayson walks back in few minutes later with teary eyes, she knows something bad happened.

Grayson remains quiet, he plops himself down on the edge of their bed, with his back facing Bianca.

“Baby, what’s wrong?,” Bianca whispers.

Grayson turns his head to face her and she can clearly see that he’s crying. “Bumblebee...,” he whispers.

“Gray, what’s wrong?,” she scoots closer to him as a frown comes across her face.

“Dad—“

“You dad? What happened?,” she’s getting impatient but she tries to remain calm.

And that’s when he loses it. He scoops her into his arms once again, so he can cry on her shoulders.

“He’s gone, Bumblebee.”

That can’t be happening.

Grayson and Ethan’s father, Sean, has been fighting against the cancer cells inside him for years. But apparently his time is over. His body had enough of it. Grayson just never expected that day would come this fast. He’s not ready. Not at all.

“He’s gone!,” Grayson sobs into her shoulder, with his arms wrapped around her like he never wants to let her go.

“Gray...,” Bianca runs her fingers through his wet hair.

“The fucking cancer beat him, Bi. Fuck!,” he grunts in the middle of his cry.

“But now he doesn’t have to deal with the pain no more, Gray... He’s now free,” she whispers, hoping it’ll calm him down.

“Bianca, why did he have to go this soon? This is too soon, I can’t—“

“Grayson, it’s the best for him,” she stops him. “Do you want him to suffer longer?,” she asks.

“Of course not, but, Bi... college just started, I just want to make him proud of my own achievement. I want him to be there, at my graduation in few years, to witness it all, Bi,” he whispers.

“He’s proud of you, and he’ll be there, I promise. You can’t see him, but he’ll be there. He lives forever,” she hums.

“F—forever?”

“Yes, here, in your heart,” Bianca points at his chest as she flashes him a thin smile. “You’re not alone, Gray. I told you, I’d have your back, always,” she whispers.

Grayson remains silent as he shuts his eyes closed. “Thank you, Bumblebee,” he mumbles.

“It’s my job. Okay, I’m gonna start packing our stuffs. When are we leaving? Have you booked the flight?,” Bianca asks as she slowly pulls away, knowing that she has to take control.

“I’ll look for it with Ethan,” Grayson nods his head as he gets up, making his way towards the closet to grab himself his Cub Sport t-shirt, along with his black shorts before he puts them on.

Bianca grabs the luggage from the closet, along with some of her clothes, and Grayson’s. She neatly folds them before she puts them into the luggage. Grayson makes his way out of the room, but he suddenly stops at the door, and turns to face her.

“Thank you, Bumblebee. Couldn’t even imagine what would happen if you’re not here with me,” he gives her a small smile.

Bianca looks up at him as he nods her head quickly.

“I’ll be there for you, through everything, Grapeson. I’ll have your back with anything, remember?”

“Of course I remember. Holy fuck— I love you so much,” his voice echoes as he exits the room.

“I love you too!”

[jbbuckybarnes]

PR Stunt

Desc: Fake Dating AU. Celebrity AU. After pity posts for Sebastian skyrocketing, you two being seen together as friends a lot and with a big movie coming up, his management decides to pair you two for a PR stunt. You both agree, pranking the public seems fun and getting rid of pity tweets seems convenient. Pairing: Sebastian x Reader Warning: It’s not that good and one of my last real people fiction pieces I have left. Not beta read.

M A S T E R L I S T

+Pop Magazine - Articles: +Hot actors that are still on the market!+

*@lancebastian: Someone give this man a family!* *@stanfanfam: I feel so bad for him, he still isn’t with a woman or trying to build a family.* *@aliburger: Poor boy looks so alone. I’m volunteering!* _______ +Pop Magazine - Candids: +Sebastian Stan seen with his friend Y/N Y/LN in Manhattan, New York+

*@seabassbaby: I know they’re just friends but they’d make a cute couple.* *@lancebastian: Get her, Stan!* *@vanillaiceice: She’s cute af.* ________ “People are pitying you so much, it’s insane. What is so wrong with being single at your age?” you looked up from your phone at Sebastian sitting on the other side of the couch. “They’re just projecting their desires onto this.” he shrugged without looking up from his phone. “How does that not annoy you to some degree? I read it and get irritated by it.” you chuckled. “Sometimes I do, but at the end of the day it’s so unimportant.” now he looked up. “Yeah, but doesn’t that suck energy out of you to some level?” you two never talked about this specifically. “A bit.” another shrug with a small pout. “Well, let’s stop talking about that then. When’s press coming up?” you tried to change the topic. He looked at you for a second with a confused face before answering, “I think in two weeks.” “No, brunch meetings for weeks again.” you pouted like a child and got a smile back from him. “Poor baby.” he played into it and laughed. “You know they keep me sane.” you answered chuckling. “I know. I promise we’ll eat like three pizzas in one day when I’m back again, chaotic mess.” you looked at him offended. “I’m just telling the truth.” he held his arms up and grinned. “Ar-” you were interrupted by someone calling him and went back to checking your socials. You had a decent following and were friends with a few photographers, which gave you the opportunity to try yourself as a model and influencer. One of you photography friends is also how you two met and as soon as you two found your love for New York brunch meetings the friendship was sealed. “With Y/N?” you looked up at the mention of your name and saw him raise a brow. “Okay, yeah. Good, tomorrow at 11am. See ya.” he ended the call and finally saw your confused face. “Guess we have a meeting at 11am tomorrow and they also want you there.” his hand went through his hair and he exhaled a bit exhausted. “Why that?” you weren’t with his management or something. “She didn’t tell me. Maybe they want to sign you?” he was just as clueless as you and sat back down on the couch and you sat up. “That would be...sudden?” you said even more confused. “I feel like there’s something more to that.” his eyes narrowed. You shrugged taking your phone again, “We’ll find out I guess.”

___________ “We know you both don’t like paparazzi but this could benefit all of us and would be over after a few weeks.” the woman ended her little idea. “Wait, you want us to do a PR stunt, did I understand that right?” you said it out loud. A serious nod came back and a sigh from you. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but I think that would be hilarious outside of the paparazzi stuff.” he snorted beside you. “Excuse me, what?” you turned towards him and got a shrug back. “So...would you be on board?” the lady asked again. You let your head sink onto your arms on the table with an, “I guess.” You both left the office after you got handed a contract to go through to sign with the management and the comment, “I hate being friends with you.” “Did you mean being in a relationship?” he joked and got a stern look back. “Don’t take it too far, Stan!” you warned him. “Won’t. Promise.” he said with that boyish smile that guaranteed for nothing. “Idiot.” you muttered while walking out of the building onto the busy street. A hand was reaching for yours and you looked up confused. “What? Need to lay down the foundation for what’s about to go down.” he clearly loved the idea to mess around with you and the public for a while. “Dork.” a smile finally found its way onto your face and you shook your head. You didn’t mind holding hands with your other friends, so this wasn’t the problem. You weren’t so sure about the rest of what was about to happen in the upcoming weeks. “You love it.” he said nudging you lightly.

“Only if I get some good pictures for my Instagram and Twitter.” you chuckled. “I’m sure there’s gonna be some of your beloved photoshootings.” he grinned. “You’re gonna be an Instagram boyfriend, don’t you forget about that part of it.” you grinned back. “Oh god.” he had the realization hit him. “Yeah, didn’t think through that I might get back at you, huh?” you laughed.

“Lunch date?” he looked down at you after you both were finished with laughing and had walked for a block. “As long as I don’t need to play honeymoon phase love, yeah.” you bit your lip to stop the laugh that was making its way through your body. “Don’t worry, I think the eating each other alive part is one or two weeks in.” he wheezed and held the door to one of your favorite places open. “It’s gonna be hella obvious that it’s a stunt.” you pointed out. “That’s why I agreed. Why not have some fun and confuse people for a bit.” there was that boyish smile again. “Like that whole Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello thing.” you shuddered. That was obviously a stunt but there was that part where everyone kinda thought it might be true and they just wanted to get the extra publicity. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I guess my answer would be yes.” he said before turning to the waitress that just arrived at your table. ___________ +Pop Magazine - Candids: Sebastian Stan seen having a lunch date and holding hands with Y/N Y/L/N*+ *@bellastann: I feel like our dreams start to manifest stanfam!* *@lancebastian: Not entirely sold, holding hands ain’t that special. They are friends for months now.* *@evanstackiee: Yeees! (Y/L/N)stan is real!!!* ____________ Your contract was signed, your game plan was well organized. There were appointments and activities planned out, what to do at which one and the paparazzi would be there for some of them. You kinda cringed when you looked at the little calendar in front of you but you also were about to have some fun with tricking the general public. “Just an insanely big acting exercise, right?” you looked beside you to see him read through the stuff too. “Uuh, yeah.” he said concentrated on reading. You were both extremely open with each other and rarely had any miscommunication. So kissing in public without starting friendship problems wouldn’t be so hard, but you still had a weird feeling about it. Not fear, just a feeling.

__________ The first thing you did was pretty mellow. Attending a small local event together. You did things like this before but this time you’d have to cuddle up a bit here and there and make a few Instagram Stories. “You comfortable?” he smiled down at you holding your body close to his arm. “You’re 6 foot and fit, I think there is no way in hell anyone would think this isn’t comfortable.” you gave a sweet grin up at him. “For a model you’re pretty good at this.” he joked and you poked him into his waist. “Hey!” he laughed. “You act like I wasn’t a drama kid in school. I might be good-looking but I’m also a nerd. You should know that best...space nerd.” you chuckled. “Stop calling me out like that or I’ll make you talk to that dude you find annoying over there.” he pointed at a man that had bombarded you with his boring business ideas months ago. “Don’t you dare, Stan!” you looked offended. “You wanna sit down with some wine then, madame?” he said in a posh accent. “Of course, it is incredibly instagramable.” you answered in the same way. A boomerang of your drinks with each other tagged in it and two glasses of wine later you officially had glued yourself to him. He had a very comforting vibe about him and you clearly helped with his anxious moments. A kiss was planted onto your temple and a black and white filter put on top of it. Followed by a funny selfie and a picture of your empty wine glasses. Shortly after you already left the party under the flickering lights of a handful of paparazzi. Holding hands and very close together. __________ +Pop Magazine - Gossip: Are Sebastian Stan and his ‘best friend’ dating?+ *@stanfanfam: Cause of death: That temple kiss.* *@vanillaiceice: Damn, is it the late 2000s? Seb leaving a party with a girl? Damn!* *@evanstackiee: For me it’s confirmed.* *@seabassbaby: It looks kinda staged but if it’s not I’m super happy for him!* __________ The second little thing on the list was a photoshooting together. Since you both had modelled for magazines before and with other models you were kinda in your element. It was for a mid-sized fashion magazine that published every month and you two were having fun all over the rented AirBnB. Some expensive yoga pants with a knitted oversized sweater and boots was the first thing you needed to wear for a scene depicting to come home. Falling into each other's arms multiple times definitely made you laugh because of the dumb faces he made. The next outfit was a sleeping outfit. Silk shorts and an airy white cropped shirt. Your socks were pink and had donuts on it. “Can I have them?” you gave them puppy eyes and the team laughed. Modelling while laying was hard. You needed to look realistic but also show of what you were wearing. Combined with a giant baby blowing air into your ear ended in him being pinched by you. He was clearly not prepared to see you in the third outfit. Lacey underwear and an open button-down mens shirt. You could literally see his brain work and giggled “C’mon, get it together.” He was wearing briefs and a white shirt, needing to embrace you from behind while you pretended to make scrambled eggs. “My eggs are definitely scrambled after this.” he whispered and you couldn’t hold back the genuine laugh, ending up in some good pictures. The last two outfits were a bit more editorial but still wearable and the pictures were taken outside. “Well, that wasn’t bad.” you said to him as you two walked out after changing back into your clothing. “For YOU.” he answered. “Poor baby, needed to see his friend in underwear.” you made fun of him. “Yo, it’s a different thing if I see an Instagram picture or the live version.” he defended himself. “Clearly...don’t you dare fall for me, dork.” you joked and he huffed. The walk back was silent but he looked down at you from time to time. You just couldn’t see his reaction every time he did. __________ +Pop Magazine - News: Sebastian Stan & Y/N Y/L/N modelling together. Check out these pictures!+ *@lancebastian: Damn, so this is really a thing, huh? Holy, that’s cute.* *@evanstackiee: Can they adopt me?* *@bellastann: That kitchen picture sent me into cardiac arrest!* _________ By now you were trained at sending each other stolen glances. No matter if you just needed to go to your management or when you had brunch together. But for the last three days he was in LA for the press junket of his new movie. There was this weird feeling again. It felt so close to fear but it wasn't fear. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it. *God, I’m way too used to being around you now.* *You miss not freezing to death in any given moment, admit it!* *No, real talk, I miss you.* *Realtalk: I miss you too...but admit it’s the freezing!* *D O R K !* You had taken a flight to LA the day after because an award show was next on your list. You were ten times more nervous for the dress sitting right than the man on your side. You also weren’t used to hair and makeup. You were an Instagram model, this was a luxury at experimental shoots. “You’d think I can smile on command and not look like shit...but I can’t.” you said to him before stepping onto the red carpet an hour later. “You’re looking good, stop worrying.” he said in his usual calming tone before gently pulling you forward. 10 minutes later the torture to your eyes was done and there were interviews. “What do you have to say about the rumors about your relationship status?” you were asked. “That people should care more about their life than mine...oh, and that he’s the best human being on the planet. Doesn’t matter in which way we are connected.” Sitting down at an award show with your hand being held was not were you thought you’d end up when you agreed to this but why not make memories? Your head naturally landed on his shoulder after a while. You really had missed him being in close proximity for those 4 days. His thumb softly wandered over the back of your hand. “What would you do if I’d win something?” he asked in a low voice. “Jump you?” your head went up again to see his eyes wandering over your face. “In a happy kinda way, I assume.” he had a lopsided smile on his face. “You’re thinking about that photoshoot again, huh? Literally a teenager.” you joked but saw his eyes wander to your lips for a bit too long before he concentrated on the host again. For the rest of the evening your mind went in circles about him playing that or being genuinely interested in you in that way.

__________ +Pop Magazine - Gossip: Mysterious answer to relationship question about (Y/L/N)stan+ *@vanillaiceice: They are boning, come ON!* *@evanstackiee: Look at how happy she is while she says it.* *@seabassbaby: Gosh, just say it!* __________ Today was the day you weren’t really prepared for. He had an off day from press and you were still in LA. Your plan was going to the beach and getting photographed. Well, it wasn’t your plan. It was the plan made for you. “I hate swimming in the ocean!” you mumbled. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You have two excuses to grab onto me, right?” he chuckled while watching you undress and revealing your red bikini. You both laid in the sun for a while, talking about his press junket and the social media reactions to this. “Wanna get wet?” you opened your eyes to a child in a man’s body wiggling his eyebrows. You punched his chest with a laugh and let him pull you up with him. Hand in hand you made your way into the ocean rather slowly, “And you didn’t want to admit that you freeze to death without me.” he chuckled. He got impatient and just grabbed your waist and jumped backwards into deeper water. After a squeak from your side and your nails clawing into his back a little bit too harshly, you got used to it. “Look. It’s fine.” he put some hair strands out of your face with his free hand. “I still hate the ocean.” you pouted, trying to overplay how fast your heart was suddenly beating. Oh hell no, you were not just slowly falling for your best friend...please? “I get that.” he put his hand onto your lower back and you put your legs around his hips. “You’re my floatie.” you giggled putting your head into the crook of his neck. “And you are...I can only assume a freezing rock.” you both chuckled.

Your head went up again to see a big grin on his face, “Fuck you.” “You love it.” he said like usual but this time you slowly nodded with a serious face and his eyes widened enough for you to notice. “Wait, I didn’t…” you exhaled deeply with attentive eyes on you. “I feel like we should just stop this. I don’t want to see this friendship break apart just because my body thinks close proximity is a good reason to send hormones out.” you got out of your system. “That’s an odd way of saying that you’re having a crush on me.” he smiled and put his other arm around you. “Yeah, well, I don’t wanna ruin this.” your eyes went down, you rarely made yourself this vulnerable. “You already did by, to say it in your nerdy words, making my body think it’s a good idea to send out hormones because we are in close proximity.” he answered with a nervous chuckle, hand going through his hair.

Your eyes met his again, “I stopped acting the moment it started, Y/N.” “Well, um, it took me till about approximately 5 minutes ago to realize that this odd feeling I have isn’t some suppressed fear.” you made fun of yourself to make the situation less awkward. “Wanna give them what they want?” his head nudged towards the beach with a smirk. “Do you mean give you what you want?” you joked and he remembered where he heard that before. “I hate being friends with you,” he bit his lip, “I’d much rather call you my girlfriend.” The reference made you melt, he remembered that dumb little conversation from two weeks ago. Your hands went from his shoulders to his head and his free hand pulled your head closer before your lips met. You didn’t care about the camera clicks in the background, you only cared about finally making out with the man that made you love brunch dates so much. It felt like an hour before you broke apart a little. Steel blue eyes were staring right into your soul and the most calming voice in the world said “I love you.” “I hope you don’t say that while thinking of me in underwear.” you joked. “Nah, don’t need to. You’re grabbing onto me in a bikini.” he said with his hands wandering down your body and a giant smirk on his face. “I love you too, dork.” ___________ +Pop Magazine - News: (Y/L/N)stan confirmed! Couple seen kissing at the beach.+ *@vanillaiceice: I’ll fistfight anyone that hates on her!* *@evanstackiee: Look at those SMILES.* *@seabassbaby: Maybe I’m crying.* *@lancebastian: She makes him happyyy.* *@bellastann: I think this gave me diabetes.* *@stanfanfam: Make babies! lol* *@Y/N: Gosh, @imsebastianstan we have heart eyes galore in these. Might need to go and get that checked out.* *@imsebastianstan: @Y/N, yeah, heard of that new disease called love. It’s attacking every part of your body and mind!* *@seabassbaby: For real...ADOPT ME!* _____________

M A S T E R L I S T

[hero--for--fun]

Shadow {an analysis}

Been putting a lot of thought into her lately and I’ve decided a path for her and its pretty good development.

This is pretty long so its going under a cut, but I wanna talk about her.

This post also contains some Zombieman parenting stuff.

~A great deal of her feeling of rebellion and toxic mind set comes from three factors.  A). Feeling like she’s less important  B).  Being shut down for her interests. C). Skunk

Lets start with A.

Feeling Like She’s Less Important

Her father is an S class hero, so he’s usually busy. Often Zombieman would have to break promises to her. Slowly, she developed the mindset that he was undependable, but with Skunks pushing, she started to believe that she was just not one of his priorities. 

Especially since Sadako was born, Zombie has been trying to spend more time with his girls, and this rubs Shadow the wrong way. He only gets them on the weekends (every other week if he’s lucky in the summer or during breaks), so he tries not to miss too much time. After years of him not being around, for him to be around now just feels like a kick down.

This doesn’t stop with Zombie either, this also takes place at her mothers house. Shadow’s moms house was given to her in the divorce. Zombie wanted to ensure that his girls had a secure place to stay, and he didn’t want that to ever be jeopardized. When her mom remarried, her new stepdads kids started to stay over more and more, and he decided that the kids needed a room.

While Shadow and Sadako were in Zombies care, stepdad and mom decided to have “renovations” made to the house, and their visit was extended to a month rather than a weekend. When they were finally allowed back home, it was revealed that Shadow’s childhood room was no longer hers, and she had been downgraded to the basement. 

Shadow would have been fine with the basement considering that it was larger than her room, but the fact nobody asked was one of three reasons this was bad. The second reason was that the basement was also going to be made into a playroom, which meant she would have little privacy or space to herself. This decision also meant that her mother and stepfather threw away a lot of her things that they deemed “inappropriate” for the younger children (Shadows posters, creepy stuffed toys, basically anything that seemed occult or dark), not caring about sentimental value or Shadow’s feelings. The third and final reason was that they decided to switch the doors lock so it only locked from the outside, meaning they could lock her in. 

Feeling less important doesn’t stop at parents or family, but I don’t want to get into that for now (because its not fully branched) so lets move on to B).

Being Shut Down For Her Interests

I made a whole fake franchise just for her to be super into called “Labyrinth Series”. Basically it follows main character Betrice (Bet rice) and a group of teens as they navigate this giant labyrinth that takes them across planets and dimensions. It has an awful movie and tv series, a good book series, and basically it’s one of her favorite things because of how dark it can get. 

Shadow could go on and on about this series, and considering that she’s a quiet and introverted person, this is a new behavior for her. It’s not normal for her to have full on conversations and what not, yet here she is talking about this book series and all its plotlines and characters. One of the few ways she is able to bond with Zombie, is this series. 

Let me set a scene here. She’s sitting on the couch on her laptop and suddenly she just lets out this excited gasp. Zombie looks up from where he’s trying to figure out how to set up child filters on an old phone and asks what’s going on. She explains that Labyrinth Series is getting a graphic novel done by an artist she really admires. He asks what Labyrinth Series is and Shadow just starts infodumping about it to him. 

He’s invested, interacting, and interested in this. He’s also impressed that Shadow is actually willing to have a conversation with him, because normally she’s either ignoring him or one word answers. Shadow actually gets him curious about all this and he winds up asking what happens next. She goes quiet and mumbles that she doesn’t know, she left the latest book at her moms and she can’t ask her to bring it because its essentially contraband. 

[end scene]

Shadows mom disapproves of most of Shadows interests and Zombie doesn’t interact with her enough to know what she was into. 

Her mom blamed Shadow’s “anti-social behavior” on three things; Zombieman, her appearance, and her “occult interests”. When Shadow would get to talking about things like Labyrinth Series; what music she was into; or something that didn’t sound like a typical teenage girl interest, her mom would shut it down instantly. This led to Shadow spending more time in her room, which was once the only space where she could freely express herself. Shadow couldn’t trust her mom to even touch her laundry because she’d “accidentally” throw away anything that seemed “too dark”. (That being said Shadow has lost many t-shirts this way)

Zombieman was honestly a big stuck in the past, and while she still loved Monster High most of her dolls were put away. He knew Shadow was growing up and that she was changing, but he didn’t know how much was changing. It genuinely surprised him when she started dressing in black and going by Shadow. He tends to miss trends or hit the wrong ones, and he can’t tell when a trends been over for a while. Shadow also doesn’t typically make it easy to tell she’s into something, so when he does notice she’s into something, she will sometimes deny it purely out of fear of getting shut down.

Lets move onto C).

Skunk.

Skunk is an 18 year old high school dropout who dyes a straight line down his hair different colors and thinks he’s all that and a bag of jacks. His belief is that its him vs the world and every girl who wears black has daddy issues. 

He wound up meeting Shadow at a Hot Topic and he started filling her head with his rather toxic way of thinking.

“The world is against people like us, the chosen few.” 

“You and I can live forever, if you trust me.”

“Nobody understands the pain your going through like I do.”

And Shadow believed him, because in her eyes the world was against them. Every new disaster, every bad thing in her life, the world itself, was flawed. Skunk convinced her that this was all because people like them were wiped out and shipped off as monsters. Skunk was filling her head with lies, and in her already damaged mental state she believes him. 

Zombieman openly despises Skunk, but he can’t do much about him because Skunk isn’t doing anything too illegal. He hears the things Skunk says, and he knows that this is a large source of his daughters toxic mindset, but Shadow is so caught up in this web that she believes that its Zombie oppressing her. This is what Skunk was talking about, and her father will never understand.

Her mom also hates Skunk, but she has absolutely no idea how to make this friendship stop without Shadow turning 100% against her. Shadow would sooner commit crimes then drop the only person who seems to understand her. 

Skunk is manipulative, sleazy, and extremely dangerous. He has a borderline obsession with Shadow because everything she brings to the table here. A famous father, already “damaged”, and willing to follow him blindly. Skunk is a “nice” guy and he wants to “help” Shadow any way possible. He wants what she has, he wants to live forever. 

He doesn’t care about the consequences of it, if he has to sacrifice Shadow or not, or even if he has to spend it alone. All that matters is he is a legend to them all. She depends on him to show her his way, because this path is all she has in her eyes. 

Shadow feels like she’s running in a nightmare. 

end.

There is saving her, there is a way. I’ve already talked a lot and I wanted to post this, so if y’all actually like this maybe let me know. I can type more if y’all like this.