and once again sarah ignores the work she should be doing

Way Better than Bumble (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hi loves! Another Unbeta’d fluffy request fill for anon who wanted “request about reader is Garcia’s close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia’s and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid.” Hope you enjoy it! xx 

You tousled with your hair one last time before you grabbed your keys, thinking that it was as good as it was going to get (a conclusion you had to make each time you got ready to go out, if you were being honest). Half of you was excited at the prospect of meeting this guy from Bumble, but another half hated this. You and Michael had hit it off well enough on the app, he was good at keeping up conversation without being pushy or getting weird, but there was an awkwardness that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t even tell you best friend Penelope about the date, afraid to look desperate - or that Pen would try and set you up herself.

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Summary: In order to get the information you need for case, you start to date the owner of an auction house’s daughter. Dean isn’t keen on the idea of you dating anyone else.
Words: 8.5k (plus 2.8k smutty coda- smut can be avoided or read alone)
Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess, brief Sarah x Reader
Warnings: pseudo-infidelity, bi!reader Coda warnings: smutty smutty goodness

Beta: @blacksiren 
A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here

Your name: submit What is this?

You were lying on your stomach in a motel just outside of New York, skimming through local papers and looking for a case.

Dean was out hustling pool, your sister shopping for non-perishable essentials, leaving you and Sam behind to do the job hunting.

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Why Cophine Deserve A Love Scene

Hey guys - so on the back of Paleyfest and some comments made there, plus some discussions we’ve had on here in the past, I decided to put my thoughts together on the subject of sexuality shown between same sex vs opposite sex couples.

One of the many things I appreciate and enjoy about Orphan Black is the LGBT representation, particularly the queer female presence. To have a bisexual lead and a lesbian supporting character (who is also in a relationship, for the large part) where the issues they face are not all about their sexuality is wonderfully refreshing. Cosima is unapologetically lesbian, Sarah is comfortably label free, and Delphine finds her place on the queer spectrum with little dilemma. The stories and the dramas the characters face throughout the show (both within relationships and without) never centre around the character’s sexuality itself - something the show rightly deserves praise for.

There is no doubt in my mind, however, that some discrepancies between the representation of queer and straight sexuality remain. Sex and intimacy is the most apparent. We have seen Sarah and Paul have rampant sex on the kitchen counter, in the shower, and beyond. We have seen Rachel sexually dominate Paul in a gratuitously uncomfortable fashion. Donnie and Alison have sex on the freezer, vigorous sex in bed, and Donnie masturbates loudly into a cup. In addition to this, we have also seen many examples of heterosexual partial and full nudity in the show – Donnie’s butt during the freezer scene, Donnie and Alison during the infamous twerking scene, Sarah and Paul in bed, Sarah and Cal pre-love making and then later in bed etc.

When we look at how same-sex sexuality/intimacy has been shown, there are far fewer examples. Sarah does kiss a girl in a club during Season 4, and whilst it’s implied they have sex, it isn’t shown (and again, it is problematic that her sexuality was used to depict her spiralling out of control in that scene). Felix and Colin get interrupted pre-coitus (and Felix has never had a sex scene either, it’s important to note). Then we come to Cophine. Cophine have been shown in their bras and underwear on one occasion only and that was supposed to be post sex.

To some, this was potentially rather a disappointing attempt to not offend audiences or draw criticism from networks. Surely, they could have implied them to be nude, but be covered by the sheets, thus not needing to break ethical guidelines? After all this was how other scenes between heterosexual pairings were handled. Yes there was an emotional scene at the end of Season 4 which showed their intimacy and love (without the sexual element) beautifully and I do not wish to dismiss that - but while wonderful to see after such a long absence for Delphine, it does not negate the need for a well done and intimate love scene and the audience still want one.

The creators and actors have continually pushed the message that showing Cophine in a sexual context would be to put them “on show for the male gaze”; but the potential message there is two-fold; both that showing lesbian sex on TV is by default gratuitous because it is provocative, and that they as a show believe it’s impossible for them to portray it in such a way that will not appear lewd when broadcast. I think they are doing themselves and the LGBT community a disservice here while also perpetuating a double standard. For, if showing nudity or impmying sexual intimacy between two women undermines the sincerity of their relationship, what were they trying to achieve with Shaysima? It seems either they didn’t mind because it helped to contrast their relationship with Cophine, (the focus of whose relationship they wished to remain intellectual and emotional;) or that they backtracked on/suspended their original statement re male gaze, showing them sexually intimate in the hopes of enticing LGBT fans to move onto Shaysima, as if that was the key to winning fans over.

Further arguments against a love scene are things like Cophine “are not a consistent couple,” and so they do not require a love scene. However, when has that ever been a factor in two people having sex? Sarah has spent the majority of her time NOT in a relationship and yet she has had by the far the most sex on the show. Another justification used is that “the show isn’t all about relationships”. Agreed, it is not ALL about relationships, but this is a drama we are watching, not a documentary, and human relationships are intrinsic to that. While it may not be everyone’s reason, it is still a legitimate reason to watch, especially for the LGBT community, who get so little representation as it is, and that is without acknowledging that OB has repeatedly stated its intention to portray LGBT positive stories.

Further to this, yes some of the sex in the show is not used to display intimacy or romance, sometimes it’s used for comedic purposes or for power and manipulation - I get that, but it doesn’t change the overall picture – straight couples get to have sex and LGBT ones do not. People often list a multitude of plot points as reasons for them not having had the opportunity to have sex, as if the plot writes itself and this is all out of the writers and creators control, but as a work of fiction, 90% of what we see on screen is pre planned and written well before it gets to filming, and if they wanted to create these opportunities, they could.

One thing that needs to be made clear is that we as fans do not need to see actual nudity. We do not desire constant gratuitous sex without plot. We do not want to see “Cophine in bed all the time – and [we’ll] be happy,” as was once suggested. What we want to see is equality. The LGBT community deserves that. If all we wanted was sex we would not have suffered along with this angsty pairing for 4 years, through their ups and downs, distrust, misunderstandings, separation, break-up, Delphine’s shooting and disappearance, and Cosima’s near death experiences.
Evelyne Brochu has said of Cophine “there’s this combination of physical and intellectual attraction, and when you have both you can go a long way” but yet we have not really been allowed to see that physical side.

The show continuously emphasises its equal and non-preferential treatment of the LGBT by choosing “bold” storylines, which unfortunately has often put them in life threatening situations. To truly follow through with this endeavour, it needs to apply in all circumstances. If they can happily level the playing field, and allow “anyone to die” on this show, then why can’t anyone have sex? Allowing them to be sexual with each other, if done in a respectful way, is a valid and necessary element to their love story. It’s about allowing them the same rights and depth as straight relationships. They state it has “the same weight as a straight relationship” but if they have the same weight, they should be allowed the same expressions of love. Equal treatment is the same treatment, not treating them differently. Treating them fairly and respectfully doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive of treating them the same. They can do both. To quote others in the community, “When you treat something differently, you are saying it IS different” and “If we don’t start to treat these scenes as the same, then they’ll never be seen as the same”.

Having said all of the above, I want to reiterate how great I think Orphan Black is. I really do. I wouldn’t still be watching 5 years later, much less constructing my thoughts in such a way, if I didn’t feel this so strongly. I do not wish to ignore the progression the show has offered in terms of LGBT representation, or the positive role it’s played in my life, as I know it has in many others. But just because we love a show, doesn’t mean we can’t expect it to uphold the highest standards of representation for our community. In fact, I think that is exactly what we SHOULD be expecting, since Orphan Black has knowingly marketed itself as an LGBT-positive show.

Sadly however, even amongst the LGBT community, I often see the subtly internalised homophobic idea that “we should be happy with what we have, don’t be ungrateful.” I would like to think that the creators, if they read this, will see this as the fans going “we love this show and we think you’ve done a great job, but here’s our feedback.” That is certainly my perspective – I loved the reunion scene at the end of Season 4, and considering Graeme has described Cophine as the most important romantic couple on the show, I am hoping for good things in Season 5.

We love the show and we admire and encourage its commitment to showing positive LGBT representation. So trust your stories, Orphan Black and continue to push boundaries – your audience will reward you for it.

The snowball part 13

I’m procrastinating uni hw so here have another chapter :) 

Link to previous chapters x

The next few days passed solemnly. Everyone was moping around as they tried to come up with a solution to their Hybern problem.

Feyre had started working at Mor’s again as she brooded on how miserably she had failed to convince Tamlin to break his deal with Hybern, but also how much she had messed things up with Rhys.

Feyre hadn’t seen Rhys much since she had completely ruined whatever had been between them. After she came back to the store with Mor and Amren, looking visibly shaken from her confrontation with Tamlin, Rhys had been concerned and wouldn’t leave her alone until he was satisfied she wasn’t hurt. But then there was nothing. He had completely blown her off, deciding to give her some space she assumed.

The only people who visited the house was Cassian and Azriel, it was becoming glaringly obvious to Feyre that Azriel mainly came to see Mor, but Cassian offered to continue training Feyre if she was still up for it. Feyre threw all her anger and confusion into her lessons with Cassian and spent most of her other spare time at the store working. 

Mor’s wary eyes always seemed to see straight through her need for a distraction. One night as they were watching tv together Mor came straight out with it.

“Why don’t you just call him?”

“Who, Tamlin?” Feyre asked, checking her phone to see 19 missed calls from him.

Mor gave her a pointed look.

“I don’t think Rhys wants to see me Mor.”

“Of course he does. He’s just moping.”

“You didn’t see his face.”

“Feyre, I don’t like seeing him this sad and I know you won’t believe me when I say that Rhys really does like you, but you at least owe it to him to become friends again. Even if you don’t want anything more.”

Feyre groaned as Mor guilt tripped her. The truth was Feyre had felt so lonely ever since Rhys had stopped coming around, and it had managed to get rid of any doubts she had about what she wanted from him. Whether Rhys’s feelings had changed since then was another story though.

“I’ll try Mor. That’s if he ever speaks to me again…”

“Oh please, I guarantee right now he’s talking with Az and Cassian about you right now.”

“If its bothering you that much just call her Rhys!” Cassian teased, as Rhys once again had brought up Feyre.

“If you had bothered to go over there, you would see she’s just as miserable as you.” Azriel said from the kitchen.

Rhys hadn’t moved from the couch in days as he struggled to think of a way to stop Hybern, and of the things Feyre had said to him. 

“She told me very clearly that she wants nothing more than friendship between us.” Rhys complained.

Cassian whacked him over the head with a water bottle. “And? She’s just come out of a very abusive relationship and you’re mad that she doesn’t want to jump into another relationship so soon?”

“I’m not mad.” 

“No but you’re whiny.” Azriel laughed. “Feyre just needs some good friends right now. When she’s ready to move on she will.”

“I know. And I’m not trying to pressure her. It’s just hard to be around her and act like I’m fine with nothing more than friends.”

“Well you’d better find a way to do it or you can kiss her goodbye.” Cassian said. “Anything would be better then you moping around here watching dopey romances all day.”

“I already told you, they just happened to be on tv!”

“Right. Whatever you have to do to sort out your feelings man.” Cassian laughed.  

But Rhys wasn’t listening anymore. He was reading for the tenth time the eviction notice for his neighborhood scheduled for one month’s time.The letter had arrived last week and was stamped with the Hybern company seal. Time was running out.

Azriel noticed the letter and frowned at it. “When were you going to tell us about that?”

“Hopefully after I came up with an idea to stop it.” Rhys shot back.

“We could come public with the health claims?” Cassian suggested.

“You know no one cares about this part of town, or the environment for that matter. If it’ll give the rest of them more jobs and more profit they’ll turn a blind eye.” Said Azriel.

“Can we raise enough money to maybe buy Hybern out?” Cassian asked.

Rhys sighed. “We’ve already been over this, the man has more money than even I can spare, no amount of fundraising is going to help.”

The three were quiet. Unable to come up with any new ideas, Azriel growing restless, said he was going to Mor’s for a bit.

“Don’t tell Feyre about any of this.” Rhys added quietly.

“She deserves to know, like the rest of us.” Azriel said sternly.

Rhys shook his head. “Mor said Tamlin would back out of the deal if Feyre went back to him. If she knows how dire the situation is… she might do it.”

Azriel and Cassian’s eyes widened slightly in shock but Azriel nodded his head and agreed to not tell Feyre.

The next day Feyre was at work when Cassian, Azriel, and to her shock, Rhys, walked in. They all nodded hello as they took a table near the counter, heads bent low in discussion.

Without needing to be asked, Feyre started making their coffees, knowing off by heart all their orders. She took Cassian’s and Azriel’s over to them but with a cold look, left Rhys’s on the counter, close enough for him to see it, but also annoyingly far away from the table.

Azriel and Cassian gave him quizzical looks but Rhys was just as mystified. When he still sat there unmoving, Cassian kicked him unsubtly in the leg.

“Go talk to her.” He practically growled.

Rhys immediately got up and sauntered over to the counter, doing his best to make himself look nonplussed by Feyre’s actions. He stopped just in front of the counter where Feyre was already making another coffee.

“Something the matter?” She smiled at him sweetly.

“You didn’t bring my coffee over?” Rhys asked softly.

“Whoops. Must have slipped my mind.” Feyre said casually, going back to her coffee making.

Rhys was visibly uncomfortable, unable to source where her anger was coming from. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No of course not. That would have involved you actually doing something. You may as well have been dead the past few days for all I’ve seen you.” Feyre huffed.

Now it started making sense to Rhys.

“I thought that’s what we agreed to.”

“No.” Feyre said strongly as she near slammed a milk jug on the counter. Rhys took an unintentional step back as she continued. “You agreed to that and then walked away before I said anything. You made up your mind for both of us. Not to mention you said we should stay friends. Well, I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep any friends if you avoid all of them too.”

Before Rhys could say anything, Feyre picked up three coffees and took them out to her customers, leaving Rhys at the counter with his mouth slightly open in shock. Back at the table, Cassian and Azriel were snickering into their coffees.

When Feyre returned her face was flush with anger and she refused to meet Rhys’s eyes.

“I didn’t realise you felt this way.” Rhys said with a small smirk. “I didn’t mean to avoid you. But what was stopping you from coming over, or sending a text?”

Feyre blushed an even deeper red. “And been even more embarrassed when you threw me out of your house, or ignored my text?”

Rhys smiled softly at her. “Feyre. I was only doing what I thought you wanted, but I may have taken it a bit too far. Can we start over?”

Feyre risked a glance up at his face and all her anger vanished as she saw how open and trusting Rhys’s face looked again. She offered him a small smile in return. “Sure. How about we start with a raise?”

Rhys laughed. “How about we start with you actually taking all your coffees out and not avoiding certain orders?” 

“What? Are you not capable of carrying out your own coffee?” She teased him. 

“Just this once Feyre.” Rhys said as he grabbed his cup and made his way back to the table.

Cassian and Azriel both grinned at Rhys from behind their mugs as he sat back down. “Not a word.” Rhys warned them.

The group continued to come up with strategies to beat Hybern with Feyre occasionally coming over to give some input. As it got later in the day, the store became less busy and Feyre was able to sit down with them more. Her head was bent over reading a document Cassian had brought. A stray hair kept falling into her face no matter how many times she tried to pin it back, so Rhys had cautiously reached for it, smoothing it into the pin. His hand rested against her hair for maybe a moment too long, fingers curling in the loose strands after Feyre made no objection to Rhys touching her.

It was at that moment, with Feyre sitting amongst the Illyrian men, contently leaning into the palm of Rhys’s hand when the door swung open, and Tamlin stormed in. 

Immediately all three Illyrian’s were on their feet. Rhys moved to Feyre’s side while Cassian moved her discreetly behind his hulking body. 

Tamlin noted the close proximity of Rhys standing next to Feyre and with a primal instinct, his gaze locked on him with a feral fury.

Bound By Chains - The Final Chapter

Pairing: Eric/OC
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M

She’s bound to a monster. And he has personality issues.

A/N will be at the bottom. 

Tags: @dauntlessmetalmom @equalstrashflavoredtrash @badassbaker @red-diary @pathybo @murmelinchen @insertamazingwords @feminamortem @halefiresurvivor @suchlonelymuchsoul @elaacreditava @lauraaan182 @synnocence @jcause @glittergiirlgg @platitudinise @frecklefaceb @mimigemrose @sparklemichele @beltz2016 @ariwolff14 @queensoybean @impalalala6799 @tomarisela @original46 

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Supercat. Kara realises her feelings for Cat when Cat's beautiful ex girlfriend visits National City for a few days and she can't quite hide her jealousy

“I’m sorry, do you have an appointment?” This isn’t the first time that Kara has had to face down someone determined to make it into Cat’s office, but something is different about the woman in front of her. There’s a confidence to her step, an unconscious ease that few carry with them when facing Cat Grant.

“I’m afraid I don’t, but Cat always said I’d be welcome to drop by,” the mystery woman says with a smile and wink, not bothering to hide a searching glance up and down Kara’s figure. “If I’d known she’d finally hired someone decent, I might have stopped by sooner.”

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Three

A/N:  Unbeta’d.  I have shamelessly borrowed heavily from the Christmas Party scene in “A Scandal in Belgravia”.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Thre (Canon Compliant – Season 2 / Non-Canon – First Kiss)

Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper

The Christmas thing was not his idea.

Sherlock routinely saw everyone in attendance (other than John’s girlfriend, but there was a very high probability that she would be gone before the new year so Sherlock had already dismissed her as unimportant), he simply did not understand why John insisted they needed to loiter around Baker Street for several hours.  Yes, John had blathered on about holiday spirit and spending time with loved ones and blah blah (he’d tuned John out at that point); but surely, they could have done all that in a pub somewhere?  Someplace that didn’t involve him?

If it had just been John insisting on his participation, he could have easily found a way out of the whole thing; but Mrs Hudson had pulled the “sad old woman who had no family of her own” charade that he absolutely knew was utter garbage, and yet he capitulated anyway.  

Which is how he found himself playing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” for her amusement while John flitted around playing hostess.  There was a small smattering of accolades when he finished, which he graciously accepted.  

“I wish you could have worn the antlers,” Mrs Hudson giggled.  

That would be a cold day in Hell.  “Some things are best left to the imagination, Mrs Hudson.

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I have been thinking about the effects of mating in ABO lately… And no, not the one you’re considering right now ;). Enjoy!

Dean doesn’t even really notice when the kid bumps into him. Why should he? First of all he’s used to all kind of rude behaviour – sadly still comes with the territory once you present as an omega – and second of all he just got mated to Castiel Novak last night.

It wasn’t a big, all-consuming decision really. No. It was as easy as Cas sitting down on the couch next to him after dinner and saying, “These six months have been the best of my life. I wish to share the rest of it with you, Dean.”

There wasn’t really any answer he could give but yes.

So he’s freshly mated to an alpha who actually isn’t trying to control every aspect of his life, wants them to be partners in every way, and he still gets to work on cars for a living because hell yes, omegas can do whatever they want, and if his father were still alive to see all of this, he’d probably blow a fuse, so who cares about the ten-year-old who just ran into him at top speed?

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I'm used to it - Chapter 5

Reader x Jaebum , Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 4,773

Chapters: 4 ,


I woke at around 7am and made my way downstairs. The first thing i saw was a sleeping Jungkook on the couch and the glasses of wine from yesterday. I went and picked them up, pouring the wine out into the sink, what a waste. I decided to make breakfast for Jungkook as he was still asleep, i didn’t bother with my own.

I turned around when i heard a yawn and saw Jungkook who was rubbing his eyes as he yawned. I had to admit he looked cute. “Morning sleepyhead”, i said gaining Jungkook’s attention, he gave me a small smile before he replied, “morning beautiful”, i felt myself heat up at what he said. I told myself to keep calm before i continued, “i-erm…i-i made you breakfast”. Smooth.

He lightly chuckled before slowly getting up, only then i realised he was shirtless, as before he had the blanket covering him and the back of the sofa. I looked away from him as i was now definitely embarrassed. “I-i’m gonna go get dressed”, as i was about to climb the steps Jungkook grabbed my wrist making me turn to face him, “aren’t you gonna eat”, i shook my head and smiled, “i’ve already eaten”. With that he let me go and i rushed up stairs to get dressed.

I got changed into a black cropped lace off the shoulder top and wore a pair of black high waisted jeans to cover my stomach and then topped it off with a grey oversized cardigan. I skipped downstairs to see Jungkook sat at the table finally with his top on and eating whilst reading something on a piece of paper, “what you readi-”, “You’re going to school”. I furrowed my brows and stared at him, “what are you talking about?”, he didn’t even answer instead he turned around the piece of paper he was previously reading. I looked at the later and immediately noticed what it was, ‘ABSENCE NOTICE’. “I’m not going”, “(y/n) i get everything that happened, but trust me hiding away from your problems won’t help”, i grabbed the paper from him and scrunched it into a ball before tossing it into the bin. “Jungkook i’m not going, okay, leave it at that”, i heard him sigh loudly, “(y/n) come here”, he held out his hand for me to take.

I walked up to him as he turned in his seat to face me, he took his hands in mine and gripped my chin so i was now staring at him, “hey listen”, his voice was soft, “i do get it honestly, but this is what happened to my friend, he didn’t face anything, he let himself believe that if he hid away it would go away but it didn’t. Trust me when i say this, if you face the problem head on and show that it has no affect on you, it will go away”, “but-”, “no buts, just go into school okay, if anything happens, just remember what i told you”. I hesitated for a while before i nodded my head and agreed to go. Jungkook smiled and stood up, “it’s 7 now, i can drop you off and then i can get to work, what time does your school end?”, “erm…2:50”, “okay, go get your things”.

I arrived outside of school at 9:25, lessons had already started and i was sat out here in Jungkook’s car. Say if everyone tells me i’m repulsive or say if they physically hurt me.“Hey”, Jungkook brought me out of my thought, his hand rubbing up and down my arm, “it’s gonna be okay, you have my number so if you need me, call”, “but how far is your work”, “closer than you think”, as he finished speaking the bell went catching our attention. “Go now you’ll be there for second period”, i nodded before moving to get out the car, but before i completely got out Jungkook grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, “it’ll be fine beautiful”, i began to heat up, god why did he do this to me, i’ve only known him for a day, well less.

After saying goodbye to him i walked into school, the hallways were empty. The lesson i was walking to was the one i now dreaded the most, psychology. I stood outside the door eyes closed, taking deep breaths preparing myself, once ready i opened the door. “Thomas, Jaso-”, Miss Kyle stopped doing the register to see who walked in, “S-sorry i’m late miss”, she smiled and told me it was fine before telling me to quickly sit down. I was fully aware that as i was walking, people were staring at me and were whispering about me. I moved behind Jaebums chair and sat in my seat as i did miss Kyle continued with the register and i got my things out, ignoring Sarah’s comment, “ugh she could have at least showered, fucking repulsing”. After registration miss kyle had an announcement, “alright class, because of the amount of you asking for help during lessons i nagged the principle and he allowed me to get a helper. He-”, she was cut of by some of the girls squealing saying they hoped he was cute or hot, “he…will be joining us after he’s done talking with the principle which should be soon and will be with us for the rest of the year, okay now get out your books and turn to page 164, we’re looking at how the society someone grows up in affects behaviour”.

After talking for 20 minutes she handed us a work booklet to get through for the rest of the lesson. I focused on my work ignoring Marrie’s calls for me and ignoring anyone else who had something to say. As i was working someone slipped a note under my work booklet, i looked up and saw Jaebum taking back his hand and continued writing as if he didn’t just do that. I picked up the note and read what he wrote:

I need to talk to you, meet me in the school gardens at lunch


I put the note in my pocket and stared at him, he could have just spoke to me and told me, but he probably wanted to keep his image, of course that was a lot more important, to people like him. I carried on with my work, another 10 minutes passed when i heard the classroom door open i stayed focusing on my work, ignoring the girls gasping and comments, ‘OMG hes so hot and cute”, “ugh, i want him”. “AH, you’re here thank god, i’m sorry but right now too many students need help, could you start with Jaebum over there he’s been waiting for a while”, “sure thing”. My head popped up at that voice, the dick! He never told me his job was here, maybe that’s what he meant when he said it was closer than i thought. Jungkook walked over as he did he noticed me and decided to start winking and smirking, “Jaebum right?”, Jungkook asked to which he replied, “uh, yeah, i don’t get this about the kids and their backgrounds”.

Jungkook explained it to Jaebum and ensured that he understood it before moving over to me, but before either one of us could speak, someone decided to interrupt us, “erm..excuse me…sir, i need help”. Of course it was Sarah. I turned back to look at her, she had undone some of her buttons to show cleavage and was twirling strands of her hair with her finger. She noticed me staring and gave an annoyed look, “what are you fucking staring at, charity case”, she snarled before turning back to Jungkook, “sir, help please”.

I turned back around, closed my eyes and tilted my head down, telling myself to ignore her and not to cry, not to show her she’s hurting me. “Erm….”, “just go Jungkook”, I whispered, he stared at me for a few seconds before walking off to Sarah. “Right what is it that you’re stuck on?”, “I don’t really get this part about the poor people”, “what don’t you get about it?”, “i don’t get why they should even get a chance, like all they do is take our money and complain when they can’t get a job, even though it’s their own fault as they don’t do anything about it”. I heard Jungkook scoff, before letting out a bitter laugh, i turned to face him and he looked pissed, “i’m guessing you’re one of those upper class people right?”, Sarah nodded twirling her hair again, “that’s good, that means you can pass this message onto anyone else as ignorant as you”, he spat out. “Those ‘poor’ people are also human like you, if you get given chances so should they, yes some people may take the benefits they get for granted. But there are also people out there who get up early in the morning, look for work, look for any opportunity out there to earn money, whether it’s to provide for themselves or their families. So don’t say they don’t do anything, because the majority do and as well as that the majority of you rich snobby, narcissistic people, get the money passed down to you, so what work are you doing?”. Sarah sat there, her mouth agape, i couldn’t help but snicker at what Jungkook said, he looked up and smiled when he heard me. Unfortunately so did Sarah, “ugh,i don’t know one why you’re laughing, you’re still a dirty, fat peas-”, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to my girlfriend like that”.

Not only did my eyes widen so did, Sarah’s and Marrie’s, “girlfriend? Her?”, “yeah…”, he looked over to me, a soft look on his face, “my girlfriend”, he gave me a small smile, to which i respond with one back, but soon turned back around and hid my face, as the blush on my face was very evident.

Soon enough the triple we had ended, everyone rushed out to lunch. I took my time, as usual packing away, “(y/n)? Come on answer my question, when did you get with him?”, Marrie nagged, i ignored her and just continued packing away, “ugh, fine don’t tell me, but I’ll find out soon enough”, she said as she walked off to Jackson who was waiting outside. “Thank you so much Jungkook, you are literally a blessing”, Jungkook chuckled at what she said, “no, it’s fine, i honestly enjoy doing things like this”, “but still thank you, right you should get some lunch….ah (y/n)?”. I looked up at her, “yes?”, “you wouldn’t mind showing Jungkook to the cafeteria and just keeping him company?”, I looked over to Jungkook, who was smirking again, “oh… Sure, i don’t mind”, i smiled at Miss Kyle, before picking up my bag and walking out of the classroom.

Jungkook rushed up beside me, “so, will you be buying me lunch as well?”, he asked shoving his hands into his pocket, “well you’re my boyfriend, so should you be buying me lunch”, i gave him a big grin, “you got me there…can we go out to eat?”, I nodded, “only teachers and the upper 2 years can”, “great, let’s go”, he held my hand and was about to drag me to the entrance, but i stopped him, “wait, i…need to go tell Marrie where I’m gonna be”, “oh, okay be quick”, I nodded and ran off to the cafeteria.

I walked out of the back of the cafeteria into the gardens. I looked around, but did find anything, as i was turning to leave i heard someone, “(y/n)…”, I turned and faced Jaebum, looking good as per usual, “erm…Hi", “h-hi”, I stuttered out.

We just stood there in silence after, he did want to talk to me about something, right? “I’m sorry Jaebum, but do you actually need something or-”, “ah yeah, i wanted to talk about what happened, you know at the party”. I closed my eyes and sighed at the thought of it, it was the last thing I wanted to remember right now, “i know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but i want to apologise”, he walked closer to me and continued speaking, “i swear to God I never invited you so that could happen, like i don’t even know half the shit that Sarah does. I am so sorry for everything that’s happened to you since, like the death threats, the horrid comments, i wish i could stop it”. I smiled and shook my head at him, “it’s fine, besides I’m used to it all, it’s been happening for so long that it just seems like part of my daily life”, i let out a little laugh. “(y/n)..-”, “no honestly it’s fine, I’m used to it all…anyways if that was all you wanted to talk about can i get going, Jungkook’s waiting for me”, i wanted to get out there as quiet as possible,“Jungkook?”, Jaebum said, confusion spread across his face, “the-the teaching assistant”, he let out a sound of realisation, “is he actually your boyfriend?”, “yeah he is, i know what you all are thinking, how can he be with someone like me?”. But Jaebum shook his head, “i don’t think that, i just think that he’s one lucky guy”, his eyes were looking directly into mine, there was something in them making it hard for me to tell whether or not what he said, he meant. “I-i should get going, bye”, i rushed off back inside to get to Jungkook, “yeah…Bye".

“Hm…So where does my girlfriend want to eat?”, he asked as we got into, “you know you don’t need to call me that, we’re not in school anymore”, i know, but it feels right when i call you it”. I looked at him quite shocked, before laughing, “shut up you idiot”, as i continued laughing, i realised that he wasn’t doing the same, so i stopped. “Jungko-”, “i know, we’ve just met, but honestly i don’t know what it is, but i can’t stop thinking about you and i have this urge to protect you from everyone and beat the living shit outta all those arseholes”, he tilted his head backwards against the headrest letting out a sigh, “i get that you might thinks it’s because of my friend, but there’s something different about you, i’ve…i’ve just never felt this way about someone, especially so quickly. I’ll understand if you don’t want the s-”, I cut him off by doing the one thing we both didn’t expect, i kissed him.

It lasted for a very long time, getting quite deep, before i pulled away slightly, resting my forehead against his, “you talk too much”, i said in a hushed voice, “hopefully it won’t be a problem”, i added, making Jungkook’s eyes widen, “does that mean…”, i nodded my head a slight smile on my face because of his reaction. Jungkook pulled me in for another kiss, this time a lot shorter, “god….(y/n) you won’t regret it, i promise you”, “i know”.

After lunch the two of us walked back into school, Jungkook insisted on holding hands, although i was against it. He said it will show everyone that I’m him and if they mess with me, they mess with him, i couldn’t help but giggle at him. “Ugh, why couldn’t you be with me last…”, he whined, resting his head on my shoulder, we were in the maths pod, which was currently empty. “Jungkook…we have spent practically the whole day together, I’m sure one hour won’t be a problem”, “hmm…true”, the school bell rang, indicating that lunch was over and that the last lesson was starting. “Well i guess it’s time for you to go”, i said to him, moving his head up, off my shoulder, “yeah. We’ll meet after?”, he asked, i nodded, “obviously, i mean who else would give me a ride home”, “oh so, I’m just your ride home?”, be questioned with an amused look on his face, again i nodded, making him laugh. “Right, i really need to go now”, he said after noticing the students flooding into the pod, “if anyone says it does anything tell me okay?”, “okay”, with that he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips, he tried to deepen it, but i stopped him, “you’re gonna be late, go”, i mumbled out.

This time he listened and went. I closed my eyes as soon as he did, as i knew people were staring. I eventually opened my eyes, but kept them glued to the floor as i made my way into class.

Throughout the lesson, all i heard was people talking about me and Jungkook, ‘she’s probably paid him’, ‘he must really like her personality’ or ‘he’s just straight up blind and stupid’. I tried to block it out, but it was impossible thanks to Sarah, “hey (y/n)”, she said as she stood in front of my desk, “let’s work on a group together”, she say across from me, her two friends sitting either side of me, “i was actually going to work with Marrie”, “well she’s working with Jackson, Jae and Youngjae, so you’re stuck with us”, she gave me another one of her fake smiles.

Once Mrs Lee explained the group task, everyone got to work, “okay so first we need to-”, “how did you end up with sir?”, Sarah questioned, her and get minions staring directly at me, “w-what? Sorry, but I don’t really think it’s any of your business”, “oh, but it is, see Alex here really likes sir and if you’re with him, she isn’t and that’s gonna be a problem for me because i need my girls with guys who are on the same level as them. You and sir are on two completely different levels, he’s hot and you’re not, so the relationship won’t last anyways”. Gosh the things that i wanted to do to her right now, did she really believe that because her minion wanted to be with my boyfriend that I’ll drop him like that?

“I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving him”, i said back, my voice was slightly hushed, “oh really? gosh (y/n), you always make it worse for yourself”, Sarah and her friends got up to leave, but not before throwing everything on the table off, “oops”, she said with a smirk spread across her face as she walked away. I ignored everyone’s eyes and got down in the floor to clean up the mess, “if you want I’ll go smack that smirk of that face of her”, Marrie said as she helped me clean up. I gave her a quick smile before shaking my head, “it’s okay, she’s not worth it”, “true, besides you’re better than her and smarter and prettier and honestly…quite sexy”, she began moving her eyebrows and winking. I laughed out and slapped her arm, “shut up and help me”.

“See-ya later (y/n)”, Marrie said as her and Jackson walked off together, I walked in the opposite direction as I needed to pee.

(y/n): I’ll meet you outside, I need to go to the toilet first.

Jungkook: okay, be quick, please :)

I rushed to the toilet and did my business and felt so much better. As I was walking out, I bumped into someone, as I was on my phone. I didn’t even get the chance to apologise as someone grabbed hair and dragged me, so I was now on the floor. “I told you, you always make it worse for yourself”, Sarah smirked, whist she stood there, her arms crossed, “Alex, show her how annoyed you are because she won’t let you have your man”, with that Alex continued pulling my hair, adding in punches and slaps.

I pleaded for Alex to let me go, but she alone with Sarah and their other friend just laughed. Even when I began crying, they didn’t stop, what made it worse was that the place was empty, so no one could help me. “Please, please stop”, “hmm”, she put her finger on her chin to make it seem as if she was thinking, “nope”. Alex then began yanking at my clothes and I prayed for one thing not to happen whilst she did it, but obviously things never went my way. “Oh, my, god, that is gross”, Sarah said in disgust, her eyes glued to my stomach. I tried my best to cover it with my torn clothes, but it was no use, “are those stretch marks…oh wait no I forgot you’re a mental bitch who deserves to-”

“Oi, what are you doing”, Jaebum came rushing towards us, he was about to grab Alex, but Sarah stopped him, “baby, what are you doing? We were just-”, she held onto his arm, but soon he was shoving her off himself, “don't”, he pointed at her before pushing Alex away from me. “Go”, “but Jae-”, “go now or we’re over and trust me I can get my parents to find me another girl”, she stared at Jaebum for a while, gave me a quick glance before storming off, her minions trailing behind.

Jaebum crouched down next to me, moving my hair out of my face, “hey, you okay”, I flinched back when he tried to touch my face, “you’ve got a cut and your nose and lips are bleeding”, he whispered out, “do you want me to get someone”, at that moment I heard someone shout my name, the one person I needed more than anything right now.

“(y/n)”, he stopped calling once he saw me. Instead he started running towards the two of us screaming, “what the fuck did you do to her?!”. He pushed Jaebum far away from me, before then grabbing his collar, “I swear to fucking god, I am going to beat the-”, “Jungkook,s-stop”, I stuttered out, trying to stand up, “he-he helped me”.

Jungkook saw me struggling and helped me, not letting go when I was up right, “then who did this?”, “It doesn’t matter”, “(y/n), baby-”, “please”, I whimpered out. He sighed and cupped my face with one of his hands, “I just want to go home with you and forget everything, please”, he contemplated for a while before letting out a faint okay.

He noticed my torn clothes, so took off his jacket and put it on me, “come”, he said leading me out of the school, “wait”, I said and turned to Jaebum, “thank you, for stopping them”, he smiled at me, “make sure you get home and take care of the cuts and bruises”, “I will”.

The car ride was quiet, with Jungkook’s music in the background, at some point I began dozing off, but was stopped by Jungkook, “we’re here”, I looked outside and noticed that I was not on the farm, “no we’re not”, “ah, yeah I thought maybe, I could take you to my place…we could go back to yours if you want”, he added quickly, his head going to the keys, ready to get the car running again. “No, it’s okay, it’s just that Prince and Romeo, my dogs, I need to make sure they have food and water”, “ah yeah, I need to talk to you about them, I kinda gave them food in the morning and I may or may not have spilt half the bag”, i laughed at his stupidity, “how do you manage to do that?”, “Special talents”, he gave me a wink before getting out the car and helping me.

On the way up to his flat, we did get a few looks, because of my current state. But soon enough those looks were gone and we were in his flat, it was quite big and the walls were painted a light grey colour. The one thing that caught my eyes the most was his balcony, I walked towards it and opened one of the doors. He could see everything from here, though the distance from here to the road was frightening, it was still amazing, “do you like the view?”, I nodded my head, “well, you can continue to enjoy it, after you’ve cleaned up, come”, he held out his have for me, I took it right away. He lead me down the hallway, into a room at the end of it, the room was painted black, but another balcony, to the left of the bed, that helped light it up. There was also a built in wardrobe to the right of the bed and a TV directly across from it on the wall.

Jungkook set me down on the bed and got the first aid kit and cleaned and bandaged me up. “Right that’s finally done”, he got up and walked to the wardrobe, getting out a pair of sweatpants grey and a white t-shirt, “you can change into these, they might be a little big on you”, he handed me the clothes and stood there.

I stayed on the bed, holding the clothes, looking at him, waiting for him to realise. “Oh, I-i should leave, right”, I giggled as he walked into the door, trying to leave.

It took me a few minutes to change into Jungkook’s clothes, though they were big like he said, they were very comfortable. I walked out of his room, into the living room, the TV was on, but Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, so I just sat down on the couch and watched what was on.

“Ah fuck!”, I jumped at Jungkook’s voice, which I’m guessing came from the kitchen. I got up and went to see what happened to him, when i did see him, he was at the sink, running his fingers under the water, “what did you do!?”, I exclaimed rushing over to him, “I was trying to cook…”, I shook my head, “do you have any cream, it’ll stop it from getting worse”, “er…yeah, go to that cupboard, there should be something in there”.

“You are an idiot you know, how on earth do you burn yourself on a pan”, I save dabbed the cream into his fingers, “does a pan not get hot when you put it in the stove?”, “Well,yes-”, “exactly so, hush”, I giggled as he stuck his out. I wrapped his 3 fingers in a bandage, “be more careful”, “I will, promise…can I have a kiss now, you know because they make everything better”, I rolled my eyes at him, but he didn’t see as his eyes were shut tight and his lips were puckered. The sight was quite amusing.

I leaned forward and gave him a small peck, but as I was pulling away he put his hands and my face and pulled me forward again, our lips slamming together. Instead of getting the kids he wanted he got me groaning out in pain as I pushed him away, “shit,I forgot, your lip, are you okay? I am so sorry! (y/n)-”, “i-it’s okay, honestly”, I could feel my lips pulsing. “I am sorry”, Jungkook pulled me to him, his hands resting on my waist, mine were playing with the hem of his shirt as I looked down, “(y/n)…can we talk about what happened”, “I don’t want to”, he sighed loudly, “was it that Sarah girl?”, “I said I didn’t want to talk about it”, I got out of his hold, “it was wasn’t it?”, he followed me as I walked to the living room, “Jungkook”, “could you just tell me, I am trying to help you”, he snapped out. I stopped and turned to him, “yes! Yes it was Sarah. Her and her fucking friends, they beat me, do you want to know why?!”, I shouted out, tears beginning to fall, “because i didn’t want to leave you. Sh-she wanted one of her friends to be with you, because you’d both be on the same level, whereas I, I was nowhere near, so whatever we had it wouldn’t last”, I sobbed out. Jungkook pulled me into his chest, combing down my hair, trying to calm me down.

“Whatever i have she takes away from me”, “hey”, he pulled away slightly and cupped my face, wiping my tears with his thumbs, “I promise that I won’t leave you. And I’ll make sure that Sarah knows that if she or anyone else touches you again, they’ll regret it”.

Sorry for not posting for a very long time, but I’ve had four assessments to do at once. And scars I will try to get out as I am half way through the chapter thank you bibs 😊😊


Burned- Part Two(Marliza Fic)

Note: what’s this?? She wrote a second part??? OH YES!

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing(I think), and being a terrible sister

Tags: @secretschuylersister @steiiarrs @butlinislin @maybe-mikala @queerenbian @ham4fan-fiction (I think that’s it pls tell me if I missed you)

Word count: 3063(considerably shorter than part one but hey)

I walked forward and putting my hands on the back of a chair, locking my elbows. “What do you mean she’s ‘missing’?” I asked, looking from Philip Schuyler, to my parents, and to the man with the 5 o’clock shadow.

“By definition, ‘missing’ tends to mean absent from home and in a place of unknown whereabouts,” 5 o’clock shadow man answered, who was apparently a walking dictionary. “And in this case, Eliza has been missing since last night, which is a commonplace state for her, yes?”

“She’s always been running away. First it was Maryland– she spent an entire week in Chesapeake Bay. The only damn clue about where she was was a book about the start of the American colonies in Maryland. Then it was New Jersey, Weehawken, actually,” Philip said, breaking off with a scowl. “I don’t understand how Angelica turned out perfectly and Eliza is… not.” I repressed the urge to bring up the simple fact that Angelica slept with her sisters boyfriend. Which, by definition, would make her very not-perfect.

“Philip-” my mother began, but was cut off.

“I can only hope that Peggy turns out like Angelica– she was the dream to raise, never caused trouble, always home by curfew. She’s a good person.” As he said those words, I couldn’t help but to think of the box of condoms sitting in the drawer in her nightstand, and I knew that he would most definitely not find Peggy perfect after those were found.

“Eliza’s a better person than Angelica ever will be,” I muttered, in the vain hope that no one had heard me. No one seemed to, and Philip continued on. Finally, 5 o’clock shadow man/walking dictionary man cleared his throat.

“Maria, I’d like to have a word with you,” he said, crossing his arms and pulling a pen from his breast pocket. “Would it be alright to have a word with her, alone?” He asked, more to my parents than to me.

“I don’t see what Maria could possibly know that could help you, sir,” my father answered.

“With all due respect, Richard, Maria saw Eliza at school– a place where her father rarely saw her. Maria could have some information for me that will help out in maybe finding Eliza and bringing her home safe.”

“Now, hold on,” Philip interjected. “I dont want Eliza living in my house again. She’s eighteen. She has a boyfriend, and I’m sure Alexander or Angelica would be more than happy to let her stay,” Philip announced. “Frankly, I want to focus on making sure the last of my girls doesn’t run away a month from the last day of school.”

“So, is that a yes?”

I lead 5 o’clock shadow man/walking dictionary man into the little office that my father spent most of his day slaving away in. I sat down on the desk, kicking my legs and looking down at the worn carpet, while my soon-to-be interrogator sat in the cracked and worn office chair pushed in the corner of the room. I could remember spinning around in that chair until I was dizzy and couldn’t stand straight.

“Maria, I know that you know something that you aren’t telling your parents, or Mr Schuyler,” he said, pulling out a notepad from the inside of his immaculate suit. “I’m Mr Lancaster, by the way.”

“Maria Lewis,” I replied, even though he already knew my name. “What exactly do you think I’m not telling you?”

“I think that a girl surrounded by people– people that she feels don’t understand her, or are against her– is going to turn to the girl that has everything she could ever wish for.” None of what this man was saying made sense. Eliza had everything– a boyfriend, her sisters by her side, friends and good grades– but that’s where it finally hit me; Eliza may have had everything, but everything didn’t seem to want to have her. “Eliza felt alone in the crowd, and you were never in a crowd but you were so not-lonely that Eliza found someone she could turn to. Am I right?”

“Not too far off, I’d imagine.”

“Good,” Mr Lancaster leaned forward in his chair, writing on his notepad. “Now, something goes wrong. Eliza gets in a fight with her boyfriend or has a disagreement with one of her sisters– something small. Then, she decides she can’t take it the way it is, and up and disappears.” I very much wanted to interrupt, because your boyfriend cheating on you with your older sister, your best friend, is not a small and petty thing. Not to someone who had spent 99% of their time with their older sister, trading secrets and telling jokes. For the girl who burned every person but one that came too close, and having that one burn her? This was not a small thing.

“And everyone has to have an outlet, right?” He seemed to want a reply, so I nodded. “Good. Now what could that outlet possibly be?” He looked at me for a moment, and in that bundle of seconds I knew that he thought one thing– he thought that I knew where Eliza was. He had thought up the most ridiculous solution possible, and he seemed to believe it to be true.

“I dont know,” I answered, then added, “sir,” for good measure.

“I think that outlet would be the one girl that Eliza could trust. And I think that girl is you,” he said. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”

“If you’re assuming that I could possibly, by some miracle, know where Eliza is,” I began. “Then you are so far off the tracks that I’m not even sure if you started on them in the first place.” Mr Lancaster almost cracked a smile– almost.

“My guess, is that you know where she is. You just dont know it yet.”

“How could I possibly-”

“I’ve worked every case for this girl– that’s five total missing person cases for the same girl that can’t seem to choose a place and stay there like the good girl she should be,” he started. “And in people like that, there’s always an accomplice. She can’t bear to sit still for long enough to plan this all unless she starts it in her head and writes down exactly nothing.”

“Eliza has never once asked me to be a part of anything that she’s done.” This, of course, was a lie.

“I dont think so,” Mr Lancaster replied. “I think you’ve been part of one, at least. And I think I know what it was.”

“I dont know what you’re talking about,” I replied, thankful for my skill of keeping a level-head. Mr Lancaster shook his head, and pulled a phone out of his pocket. He pulled up a photo, and handed the phone to me. The picture showed the light blue e spray painted onto the wall in Peggy’s room, the identically coloured m next to it, albeit smaller. My shoulders slumped.

“Look, I don’t know what you two managed to do last night, I don’t know who you went after, but I certainly would like to know,” he began. “And I would also like to say that I wouldn’t wanna be those people.”

“You can’t tell my parents.”

“As long as you two didn’t kill anyone, then the story stays with you, me, Eliza, and that creepy clown painting in the corner.” And so I told him. I told him about Eliza somersaulting through my window, about lying to my mom to get tacos, about going to the store and going to Angelicas and going to Alexander’s and going back to her house before burning the love letters at the campgrounds. I told him about dropping Eliza off at some time past midnight. I told him about Goodbye, Maria. instead of Goodnight, Maria. After I was finished telling, his face stayed in a way that said he was not quite finished listening.

Finally, he said: “Maria, why did Eliza go after her sisters and boyfriend?” And suddenly the still listening face made sense.

“Angelica slept with Alexander. Several times.”

“And Peggy?” Mr Lancaster asked.

“Peggy knew, apparently.”

“Well,” Mr Lancaster said, leaning forward and rubbing his face with his hands. “This is definitely a new one.”

Mr Lancaster finally seemed satisfied that I had offered every bit of information I had, and he left with Eliza’s father. “What an assface,” I said, after Mr Lancaster and Philip had left. “Abandoning his own daughter.”

“It seems like Eliza abandoned him,” my father interjected, and I wanted to reply but didn’t seem to know how. Instead, I went upstairs, ignoring Jane Eyre.

Mammamiaitsmaria: Quinn, Sarah, you better get the fuck online right now before i explode

NotSarahJessicaParker: the mighty Quinn hath been usurped(she got grounded)

Mammamiaitsmaria: Eliza ran away

NotSarahJessicaParker: isn’t this the twenty millionth time?

Mammamiaitsmaria: no, Sarah. But I was the last person to see her before she disappeared

NotSarahJessicaParker: That certainly adds to the mysteriousness in all of this

Mammamiaitsmaria: I want to find her

NotSarahJessicaParker: we all do. I gotta go, I’m being summoned

I watched Sarah’s icon change from a bright blue to a grey, signifying she had left. I closed the chat room, and shut my laptop, tilting the back of my head over my chair and blowing out a breath through my teeth.

I knew full well that Eliza would not be found until she wanted to be– she was too smart and non-stop for that, and any fault in her planning was always noticed. She was too well put together to be discovered before she had her chance to see everything and take it all in. Her mind worked like a constantly-changing jigsaw puzzle, making her forever the enigma.

“Maria, dinner!” I groaned, turning out of my chair and rushing down the stairs. I helped myself to some of the spaghetti sitting on the counter, and sat down at the table with my parents, mid-conversation.

“The car had much less gas this morning than it did when I came home,” my mother said, tucking some of her loose curls behind her ear. “I know that Maria went out for a bit, but this was a drastic change.” I ignored them, knowing that it was better for my fate if I couldn’t process what they were saying. She finally came to a conclusion and changed to subject, and the political talk began again and I fully ignored them. I finished eating walked back into the kitchen and put my plate in the sink, before rushing back upstairs and poking through Jane Eyre before taking a shower.

I pushed my wet hair away from my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I still looked the same, but I didnt feel the same. It was amazing how an event can so drastically change the way you look on the inside, but your outside seems exactly the same.

I dragged myself into bed, rolling away from the window. Even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen, I desperately wished that Eliza would push open the window and somersault into my room one last time.

“So, Eliza’s gone missing?” Quinn asked, as soon as I walked into school. Her trumpet case was hanging loosely in her hand, and her glasses were falling down her nose. “Sarah told me,’ she added, before I could ask.

“It sure seems like it.” I reached up, fixing Quinn’s glasses.

“Why do you want to find her?” Quinn questioned quietly.

“Because I was the last person to see her before she up and disappeared. Wouldn’t you want to find her if that was the case?” Quinn was silent for a moment, before nodding.

“I have to get to band,” she finally said, and rushed off, her trumpet case swinging behind her. I considered following her and sitting in on the early band rehearsal just to listen, but I decided that getting to class early and reading some more Jane Eyre. I beat the bell to my seat, and sat through the slowly-ticking clock. Finally, the cass ended and I was free for another ten minutes. I knew that Sarah and Quinn had second period together, so I could meet them outside of the band room and walk to their class, and still have enough time to get back to mine.

I met Sarah and Quinn outside of band, and we made it halfway to their classroom before the last person in the world we expected to walk up to us, walked up to us. She stopped in front of our trio, holding her colour-coded folders against her chest like a lifeline, her short-cut curls falling in her eyes, and her face pulled down from lack of sleep.

“Hi,” Peggy said. “I assume you know that Eliza has gone missing?”

“We’re aware,” Sarah answered, a new kind of tone in her voice, and it was in that moment that I remembered Sarah’s completely, totally, unadulterated crush on Peggy Schuyler.

“Do you also know about what she pulled in my room?” Peggy asked, caution in her voice. “Because I still haven’t been able to clean it all up.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Sorry about that, by the way.”

“What did you– oh, you’re the lowercase m, aren’t you?” She gave a half smile or realization, and let out a breathy laugh.

“That would, in fact, be correct.”

“I figured as much,” she said. “So, what exactly did Eliza have you help her with?”

“I’m not exactly sure you’re the kind of person that Eliza would want me to tell, Peggy.” Her face fell, and the slight hope that had ignited in her eyes dimmed.

“If it has to do with Angelica,” Peggy began, tightening her grip on the folders. “Then I didn’t know.”

“How would you not know? Angelica is your sister,” Quinn butted in, raising her eyebrows.

“Because no one told me,” she answered. “But John knew, and as soon as I found out I dumped him. I can’t believe Angelica did that,” Peggy muttered, tapping her foot against the ground angrily.

“Well if John-” Sarah began, but Quinn stomped on her foot, effectively shutting her up.

“I told Angelica what I thought about what she did. I told her to put our sisterhood aside and that I’m not standing at her side. I’m with Eliza on this one, she didn’t deserve this.” Peggy’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, and in that one moment I couldn’t think of anyone I wouldn’t want to be less. Peggy had somehow lost both of her sisters in the span of twenty-four hours, both of them at the hands of the other, and it left Peggy alone.

“I believe you,” I finally said. “Come to my house after school, and I’ll explain everything. Okay, Peggy?” She nodded, and muttered something about needing to get to class before hurrying off, her folders still pressed to her chest.

“I’m gonna ask her out,” Sarah said, as soon as Peggy was out of our general area.

Quinn looked at her dumbfoundedly. “No,” she said, as thought this was the obvious answer, and shook her head a little.

“Do not do the stupid thing,” I counseled.

“Imma do the stupid thing,” Sarah said, and walked away.

“She’s not even going in the direction of our class,” Quinn said, flabbergasted. “The complete and utter disregard she has to what’s going on around her amazes me sometimes.”

My mothers car was absent from the driveway when I arrived home that afternoon, so I knew that she had to be working late. Peggy had told me to expect her sometime around four, so I had just enough time to eat something before Peggy got here to discuss Eliza.

I devoured a pop tart, and read some more Jane Eyre, before the doorbell rang and I answered it. Peggy was standing there, and had pulled her curls out of her face. “Hi, and thanks, Maria.”

“It’s no problem.” She walked in, and stopped at the livingroom.

“Where do you wanna talk at?” She asked, turning to face me.

“Do you want to go up to my room, that way if my mom comes home while we’re talking, she doesn’t interrupt us?” Peggy nodded, and I let her follow me upstairs and into my room. She sat down crossed-legged on my chair, and I set of my bed, dangling my legs over the endboard.

“So, what was Eliza’s master plan?” Peggy asked, and I explained how Angelica had told Eliza about the affair. I told her how she came into my room, and brought me along to buy some things and execute some pranks.

“Oh, shit,” I suddenly exclaimed, slapping a hand to my forehead. “There’s a box of condoms in the drawer in your nightstand. Eliza was hoping that your dad would find them and tear you a new one.”

Peggy had noticeably whitened, but only said, “noted.” I took her silence as a cue to continue, and so I did. She stopped me at the part about the campgrounds.

“Eliza burned the letters? And you let her?!” She exclaimed, colour coming back into her cheeks.

“Peggy, you didn’t see her at the campgrounds. She was devastated, and nothing was going to stop her.” Peggy blew out a breath through her nose, and nodded at me to continue. I finished by telling her about Goodbye, Maria. and Peggy looked at me strangely.

“That’s it?” She asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.

“That’s all I know.”

“She had to leave clues,” Peggy said, pulling at her hair with both her hands. “And I think she left them for you.”

“Why for me?” And even as I asked it, I knew the answer: Eliza had no one else. Her boyfriend and sisters had wronged her, and they were the only people that she truly seemed to love. And so, she somersaulted into my window and brought me along because I was all she could have had left.

“She didn’t trust Angelica and I, and she obviously didn’t trust Alexander. So who better than you?” Peggy answered, letting her hands drop from her hair as she shrugged.

“What do we do now?”

“Now?” Peggy repeated, and a smirk lurked in the corners of her mouth and eyes. “Now we look.”

Tripdaisy Voicemail AU

Written for AU April

Read here or on AO3

“Are you ready for this?”, Trip asks as he hands Daisy her duffle bag.

She throws it over her shoulder and draws in a long, deep breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She shrugs and her smile is unsure when she looks up at Trip. They’re right in front of the security checks now, and this is how far as Trip will be able to go. It’s time to say Goodbye.

“Alright girl, I s’ppose that’s it then.” Trip’s smile is as wide as ever but underneath his façade, he feels like someone is squeezing his heart inside of his chest.  

“I’ll call you the second I land.” Daisy gently nudges his shoulder. “I promise.”

In that moment, the speaker made a dinging noise and a mechanical voice announced: “This is the last call for flight EG546 to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. All passenger report to gate B31.”

“That’s me”, Daisy states matter-of-factly and squares her shoulders as if to prepare herself for what’s coming next. “I should go. Can’t have that plane leaving without me in it.” She gives him another warm smile before turning towards the security checks.

On a sudden impulse, Trip reaches out to grab her arm before she can leave. “Daisy, wait!” Then, with one swift move, he pulls her into a tight hug, his face buried in her hair. “I’ll miss you.”

His hug almost knocks the air out of her, and Daisy has to bring up all her strength to will her eyes not to release any tears just yet. “I’ll miss you too, Trip.” She had meant to say it with confidence, but it doesn’t come out as more than a whisper. She needs a few more seconds until she trusts herself not to start crying, but then she finally pulls away from him. Clearing her throat, she says: “Right. Okay. I gotta go.”

And then she disappears in between all the people in the security line and leaves her best friend behind.

On the drive back home, Trip spends more time glancing at his phone on the passenger seat than he does looking at the street in front of him. It’s stupid and he knows that, but his mind is running in circles around the though he’s had ever since Daisy told him about the job offer in Paris, and he can’t help but wonder if her plane is already up in the air or if he could still tell her Goodbye one last time.

However, by the time he arrives back at his apartment 40 minutes later, the Airline App he downloaded to his phone to keep track of Daisy’s flight status has already popped up an alert, informing him that the plane is well on its way.

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About Cassian being mistreated by his friends

You read that right btw

You see, I was browsing through ACOMAF looking for one line I couldn’t remember exactly and it was about Mor, so I just searched “Mor” and it took me over half an hour to find what I wanted, but at the same time I found few things I wasn’t aware of before.

It’s under the cut, because it has lot of screenshots from ACOMAF and Target Edition.

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My Babysitter’s a Vampire & Teen Wolf Crossover: Part 1

One of my favorite crossovers and feel free to request for more. This is basically my origin story of them meeting each other. 

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Title: Metallic { Epilogue }

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

a/n❗️ have fun reading, everyone!! this is Metallic’s Epilogue ~

Word Count: 3, 702.

Disclaimer❗️ this is told on Jumin’s Point of View.
Flashbacks are mentioned.

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@the-sloth-woman ;; @yuri-luciel ;; @ell3nj0y ;; @yoruwasu ;; @jetblckcrow ;; @thewibblywobblyfamilybusiness ;; @brightandkawaii​ ;; @directorjumin​ ;; @ihavenotfallenyet​ ;; @a-rattling-skeleton​ ;;

❝Forgive me now cause I
Have been unfaithful
Don't ask me why cause I don't know

So many times I've tried
But was unable
But this heart belongs to you alone

Now I'm in our secret place
Alone in your embrace
Where all my wrongs have been erased
You have forgiven
All the promises and lies
All the times I compromise
All the times you were denied
You have forgiven❞

“Jumin. This is Sarah Choi.”
I heard my father say as a purplish red haired woman appeared right before me, eyes shining a gleam of nothing but trouble. Her lips quirked into an unimaginable smirk as she slowly unfolded her arms and slowly raised her hand to my level.

Has she no manners?
Couldn’t she see I was about to bite my food?

I am a perfectly mannered person. But I do assess who deserves my respect and those who do not. Clearly, this woman was not taught that it’s rude to interrupt someone who’s about to chew his meal. She does not deserve even my slightest gaze.

I continued on despite my father’s burning glare. I do see he does not approve my reaction. Is this Sarah Choi his new girlfriend again? Wasn’t he with someone called Choi as well? Does he fancy women who have that surname?

I heard him clear his throat as the woman’s hand dropped to her side. She didn’t seem pleased with what I did. I honestly don’t care. I continued to slice the steak in front of me and I noticed some red parts to which blood was still evident. I am apparently eating a medium rare cooked steak.
I told them that I do not like my food half done. I asked the waiter specifically to cook the meat in medium well. I should go talk to their chef about this failure.

“Don’t worry about it, Chairman Han. I’m sure Jumin’s only a tough nut to crack.” She giggled shamelessly as my father laughed at her own petty little comparison.
So, apparently, I am being compared to a nut.
Is she nuts?

I didn’t waste any effort to look at her as they both sat down to this four seater arranged dining table inside this 5 star restaurant my father and I loved which seemed to be made exclusive for the night. He called me earlier, wanting me to clear my evening schedule to have dinner with him. I had no qualms since I’m used to doing it with him on any given dates but it seems that we do not have the same idea of the events for the night.

First, this unknown woman.
Second, someone whom I deemed familiar arrived at the scene.
Isn’t she my father’s girlfriend last week?

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Essays in Existentialism: Shower Scene

Clexa AU where both Clarke and Lexa are actresses and get cast in the same movie/tv-show and one of the first scenes they have to shoot together is a shower or sex scene or generally something really intimate.

“I’m sorry, that’s my… that’s embarrassing,” Lexa swallowed and looked down at her stomach. “I was too nervous to have lunch, and running too late to have breakfast.”

“We’ll have to get you fed,” Clarke smiled determinedly. It was cocky and confident and Lexa understood her to be like this. “Excuse me, my love interest is dying. Her stomach is eating itself. Can we have a snack? Nothing too gross tasting.”

“It’s okay,” Lexa smiled and blushed as the commotion continued around them, ignoring Clarke’s request completely. “I’ll pull through somehow.”

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Second Chances (J-Hope, You) Scenario

Finally got to update! Been busy with school cause I had to study for some tests… :/ Anyway, here’s some Jhope fluff <3 


Everyone knew you were nice, and kind, and just—good. You were the type of person who doesn’t get mad or annoyed; your patience rarely wears thin, and you had a high tolerance for people who often tip other people off the edge. You were so nice that your friends jokingly named you as an angel fallen from heaven. You were the epitome of niceness; an archetype of a goddess of kindness…

But there was just something about Jung Hoseok that made you want to breathe fire and obliterate him from the phase of the earth in the most painful way possible.

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Illyrian visitor

Just a little fanfic.

The familiar boom of wings roused Feyre from her sleep. She had not seen Rhysand in weeks and was aching to feel her High Lord, to touch him. Nobody noticed when she left the manor house anymore, Tamlin stopped visiting her by night now, Alis still treated her like she was sick and Lucien. Lucien knew something wasn’t right, he could still somehow smell the bond between her and Rhysand all over her. The only reason he didn’t reveal his suspicion to Tamlin was Elain, he craved any news he could gain about her sister and he knew where that news had to come from.

Feyre stalked to the clearing that had become their regular meeting place these past months. She saw the moon glint off of membranous wings in trees and frowned. Even in the shadows she could see this wasn’t her Illyrian male. “Feyre?” His voice was low, but steady. 
“Az what the hell are you doing here?” Her words were lined with confusion.
“I hope you don’t mind, I was visiting the mortal realm to assess the situation and I told Rhys I’d see how you where.”
“You mean to tell me that you’ve already passed over and didn’t stop the first time?” A smile played on his face as he stepped from the trees, his familiar shadows dancing around his shoulders whispering to him.
“I apologise my High Lady” He bowed deeply as Feyre playfully punched him in the arm. “How have you been Feyre?” There was a sadness in his voice that she didn’t understand. 
“I’m fine, I get lonely but I’m fine.” She managed in a small voice. “How are you? How is everybody? My sisters?” He ignored her question. 

Azriel was unseeingly staring straight ahead of him, looking at nothing that she could see. He was starting to unnerve her.
“Az” She began but she trailed off after seeing a flash of pain cross his usually serene face.
They sat there in silence for a few moments before he finally spoke again. “We can all empathise with you you know, all of us. We’ve all been trapped somewhere we didn’t want to be,“ she thought of Rhys under the mountain, More in the court of nightmares, Cassian left outside in the cold and Amren in that beautiful body. “we’re all grateful that you did this for us. It’s not a sacrifice we take lightly” Feyre gulped as she felt the weight of his words press on her. She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. “I was born into a prison I didn’t think I would ever escape.” 

“I don’t remember my mother, not what she looked like, nothing about her, despite seeing her once a week, I do however remember my father’s wife. The image of her will be forever engraved in my memory. My father was an Illyrian highborn lord, I was a source of shame for both them, but especially her. I was the bastard born child that her husband should never have brought home and she would not let me forget that. Eleven years I spent under her cruel watchful eye. I slept in a cell without windows, permitted to only leave for an hour a day, and she made that hour hell. For one hour every day she had me outside cleaning and working until my fingers bled, clad in heavy metal chains to ensure I would never try to escape. As if I had a chance of escaping in the first place.” He snorted bitterly as he slowly sat down on the grass, Feyre sat with him. “Once the hour was over I was dragged back to the cell, if she was satisfied with the work I had done I was left in the darkness, if not it was usually a whipping until I learned my lesson. A lesson I still 5 centuries later do not understand. She had two sons, I was not to call them brothers, I was not to taint their blood with such words. She had raised them both to be as sadistic as she was.” He looked down at his hands, at the scars on them. “When I was 8 years old they came in to my cell and dragged me to the kitchen. I was too weak to fight them, I had had every Illyrian instinct in me subdued since before I was born. My wings were a dead weight on back and I had no energy to stop them. They began to cut me at first. Long slow drags of their knives. They claimed they wanted to see how fast the bastard could heal. They quickly, too quickly, grew tired of their knives and began branding my skin to see if it scarred, when it didn’t they wanted to know what would scar me. I will always remember that smell Feyre, the stench of my flesh burning, melting away from my hands as they held them over the cooks fire. I screamed for a long time before the males from my father’s war camps bothered to see what the noise was. They found me on that kitchen floor, hands mangled and clutched to my chest. My father’s wife only complained that I had been let out of that cell and dragged me straight back there. It was that night that the shadows started to speak to me, comfort me, hold me.” When you spend so long trapped in darkness you find that the darkness begins to stare back she once told Lucien. “My father eventually threw me in a war camp, disturbed by the powers he saw developing in me. I thought that the war camp would finally kill me, but, well you know the rest.” he smiled gravely. “I’m sorry.” Feyre said blinking away a tear.

“Don’t pity me Feyre, please don’t look at me like a wounded animal.” She flinched at his words but understood. “I told you my story because it proves that even in the darkest imprisonments one way or another there is always realease . You will be free one day. And in the meantime we are here for you. Understanding more than you will ever know.”
“Thank-you.” She had no other words for him.
He squeezed her hand gently before taking to the skies once again. She watched as her friend flew away, flew home. And cherished the piece of him he had given to her. A piece he had never given anyone else.

Peggy’s granddaughter Steve Rogers x Reader Part 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Featuring: Tony Stark

Word count: 2362 words

Warnings: none i think

Tags: none.

Summary: after ignoring Steve for two weeks he finally shows up at your apartment

Notes: this is the last part of this story. I hope you liked it!

Originally posted by forassgard

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

When Steve woke up he felt the worst hangover so far hitting him. Damn Thor and damn his special demi God drink. The only good thing was the he remembered every single thing he did. With you. A smile appeared on his lips and he turned on the bed, waiting to see there still sleeping but he found an empty bed. Where were you? Maybe you were in the bathroom?

“(Y/N)?” He said out loud, supporting himself on his elbows. Nothing. Silence. 

With a lump on his throat he woke up, noticing that all your clothes were gone except for your ripped blouse. He took it from the floor and looked into his closet to find a t-shirt and finding out you had taken one. His favourite. Where you really gone? After what happened? You couldn’t be that type of girl. Maybe you were just having breakfast downstairs? Unsure, he walked out of the bedroom somehow knowing you were gone. 

“Morning Cap”, Tony said from the couch as soon as he was downstairs. He looked around expecting to see you and then looked at Tony. “She… She left a note”, he said pointing at the bar.

Steve walked towards the bar and took the piece of paper with your handwriting. With a frown he looked at Tony, not believing a word. 

“I’m sorry, man”, Tony said with a sigh.

Steve took a deep breath and threw the paper away before going back upstairs. He really thought you were different. Last night meant something to him and he thought it meant something to you as well. Obviously, he was wrong. So damn wrong. You just left, leaving him completely alone on that bed and still he couldn’t hate you. 

It had been two weeks since that night. Two weeks of you thinking about Steve the whole time, two weeks without hearing from him, two weeks trying to ignore the t-shirt you stole from him and was now folded in your closet and two weeks not being brave enough to take the phone and call him or just show up at the tower to apologise. Somehow you expected him to call you or text you but deep inside you knew he wouldn’t do such thing. After all, you were the one who left. You were the one who screwed up the best night you ever had and the chance of real happiness. 

You tried to focus on your work, on your articles, and on the most ordinary things in order to keep him away from your thoughts. Sarah also tried to help you. She took you out every time you let her, she showed up at your door with food, ice cream, movies or any way of entertainment but it just didn’t work. Somehow he was always there, at the back on your mind, no matter what you did. Every time you took your phone you expected a text from him, when you went to work you wanted him to be at the door waiting for you. But that never happened and you were starting to accept that you had just a one night stand with the best guy on this planet. 

“Damn, I’m so stupid Sarah”, you sighed.

The two of you were at her apartments, watching Friends all over again. It was your favourite TV show ever but not even Chandler’s sarcastic jokes were helpful. She paused the chapter and looked at you with a sigh. 

“Why don’t you call him? You have his number and you’re obviously dying to talk to him and apologise or…whatever you want to do”, she said. 

“No! I can’t do it over the phone. I’m not 16”, you frowned looking at the TV. 

“And you won’t go to the tower, either. Tell me, Einstein, any brilliant idea? Maybe you should just take a pigeon in Central Park and send him a message with the bird”, she said sarcastic. 

“Shut up”, you said with a sigh. “I know I should do it, alright? I just… I know he hates me right now and I don’t think I can handle that from him”, you said looking at your hands.

“How do you know he hates you?” She asked. All you could do was shrugging. “Exactly, you don’t know and you won’t figure it out by sitting there and cry. But I have already told you this a million times and here you are, so I don’t know what else you want to hear”, she added. 

You looked at her not knowing what to say. She was completely right about everything. She had been trying to help you, giving you any advice she could think of but you always managed to come up with any excuse. You knew you were just being a coward. 

“You’re right”, you sighed nodding and bite your lip. “Ok, I’m going to the tower”, you said getting up.

Sarah looked at you, surprised that for once her words actually worked on you. Smiling she got up.

“Wait, what if they’re on a mission?”, you said looking at her again.

“Then you’ll go another day! Go girl before you change your mind!” She said pushing you to the door. “Just be careful if he gets mad. You know, he has super strength and stuff” she said as you put on your shoes.

“Thank you Sarah”, you said sarcastic as you opened the door. “That was really…” You stopped talking as you saw someone waiting at your door. “Steve?” He turned around as he heard your voice. 

“That was really Steve?” Sarah laughed coming to the door as well but stopped as he saw the superhero. “Holy shit.” She mumbled. Gulping you looked at her. “Oh no, you’re not coming back in here. Go”, she said pushing you outside and closing the door but she opened again “Hi Steve!” 

With that she definitely closed the door, leaving you completely alone and speechless. You turned around again and looked at him. Now you had no choice but to face him, face what you did and give him an apology and an explanation, praying for it to be enough. As you walked to your door he didn’t stop looking at you but he didn’t say anything either. You opened the door to your apartment and let him walk in first. 

How did he even find you? You never told him where you lived. Just to get some more time you kicked off your shoes and left the keys in the bowl next to the door. When you looked at him you expected him to be looking around the place but he was just standing there, hands in his pockets, looking at you completely serious. No emotions on his face. A cold mask where once was tenderness and sweetness. 

What were you supposed to say?

“Do you want water or…something?” You asked but your voice betrayed you and it came out in a whisper. But he heard you. 

“No”, was all he said.

Taking a shaky breath you nodded and walked down the three stairs to come a bit closer to him. But instead of stopping you walked to the fridge to have some water and also so you didn’t have to look at him. 

“How did you find me?” You asked not looking at him. Speaking was easier if you didn’t have his eyes locked with yours. 

“Tony helped me”, he replied. His voice was cold as ice but how could you blame him?

You put the bottle back in the fridge and closed it to finally look at him. Even though you knew what you had to say you just couldn’t find the words to do so. And the fact that your heart was racing didn’t help at all. Your mind was full of memories you had been trying to avoid. Memories of his hands on your body, of his lips on yours, of his eyes literally lighting up when you said his name and of his playful smile. 

“Steve, I…” You tried to start but the words didn’t come up.

“You left. That’s what you did”, he said. You closed your eyes and looked down. 

“I know…” You whispered and bite your lip. 

“And all you left was a note with some lame excuse that not even you believed”, he added. His words were like knives one after another. 

“I know…” You said again.You knew that wasn’t enough but you honestly didn’t know how to say what you wanted to say. How sorry you were, how you felt… You had it there, inside of you but you just didn’t know how to take it out.

“That’s all? I’ve spent the last week tracking you down, not sleeping, just for you to say that you know?” He snapped. “I really thought you were different (Y/N)” he added.

When you looked up you saw him walking to the door. No. He couldn’t go. If he left you wouldn’t get another chance. He wouldn’t let you talk anymore. This was your only chance. 

“I’m sorry!” You said moving from your spot to stand where he was standing just a few seconds ago. “Please, don’t go”, you begged. He stopped but didn’t turn to look at you. “I shouldn’t have left. I regret it the minute I did it but I freaked out when I woke up. I just couldn’t face it at the moment because…” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “You were Peggy’s first love and I know she was yours, and she was my grandmother who passed away just two months ago. And you and I just met, got drunk and had sex. It was an amazing night, the best of my life and I swear I never felt more alive but it became too much when I woke up. I…didn’t know how to handle it, I know leaving wasn’t the best option but… I didn’t know what to do”, you said. 

As you were talking he turned around to look at you, making you feel so small partly because he was taller, partly because you were barefoot and partly because he had gone to the top of those three little stairs that know seemed like a mountain between you two. 

“You could’ve called me, or came to the tower to talk about this instead of hiding, don’t you think?” He said. 

“I was scared, terrified of the idea of you hating me.” You admitted looking down again. “I’m a coward, I know, and I know you hate me”, you added. 

The silence between you two just grew bigger as you stopped talking. It was slowly killing you, which made no sense but you really had developed feelings for this guy in front of you. You really had tried not think about it or about him but now that he was in front of you, you just couldn’t deny it. It was there. Like a huge red balloon. About to explode. And there was nothing you could do because you had been that stupid girl who had screwed everything up before it even begun. 

“I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to hate you, you know? I tried to forget about you, about how it felt to have you in my arms, but every time I closed the eyes there you were.” He said. You looked up. He still hadn’t moved so you just stood there, controlling your breathing the best you could. “Smiling at me, kissing me, sleeping… And I couldn’t. I needed an explanation because I just couldn’t believe you were one of those girls.” Finally he moved and walked towards you. “So I told Tony and he found you, he found your address in two days and still took me a week to come here and face you. Because I was also afraid of you being something I didn’t want you to be”, he said now standing in front of you. 

“And what I am?” You asked looking up at him.

“You’re not Peggy. Not at all. You may look like her but that’s all.” He said. “Yes, I loved her but (Y/N)… That was more than 70 years ago. I moved on. It took me sometime but I did and so did she. And then there you were, out of nowhere, lighting up the room when you were in your darkest moment”, he placed some hair out of your face. “That makes you unique, you know?” He whispered.

“But I left…” You whispered looking down but he moved your head up.

“And now I know why. I forgive you.” He said. As he said those words you let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes. Thank you. When you opened them again there he was, the man you met, with bright blue eyes and a warm smile just for you. “I know we barely know each other but…”  

Before he could keep on talking you stood on your toes and pulled him towards you to kiss him by grabbing the collar of his jacket. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you back. 

“You know you owe me a t-shirt, right?” He chuckled against your lips, making you laugh as you two kept on kissing like there was no tomorrow. 

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve this moment, to deserve him, but you knew you weren’t going to let him go easily. You were going to fight for this and you didn’t care about not knowing him. You two had plenty of time for that. 

“I’ve been dreaming about this since the moment I fell asleep with you”, he said making your heart melt a bit more. “Shall we take this to the bed?” He whispered pressing your foreheads together.

You pulled away and taking his hand you walked to your bedroom where he just didn’t gave you time to mentally prepare yourself, he just turned around and kissed you picking you up from the floor and walking to the bed for the second time. But this time you weren’t moving from his side anytime soon.