if you can watch this without getting the chills you are stronger than me

To the people who are upset about the Wanna One final line up and are calling the top 11 talentless,

How? How can you say that? None of the top 11 are talentless. All of them deserve to be there. The issue was that there were only 11 spots and 20 amazing, talented boys who deserved those spots. In fact, all 101 of the trainees are talented. I could go on and on about how talented each and every member of that show is, but I’ll just talk to you about the top 20. 

TR;DL: It wasn’t anyone’s fault but Mnet’s. DO NOT BLAME ANY OF THE FINAL WANNA ONE MEMBERS. IF you wanna be mad, BLAME MNET. 

Rank 20 - Choi Minki - Nu’EST’s Ren - Ahh Ren, he was very good at everything. Maybe not the best in any regard but definitely an all rounder. Singing. Dancing. Variety. Visuals. All check. The issue with him gettng this rank however was that Mnet’s edits didn’t give him much screen time (this is the case with many of the following on this list). 

Rank 19 - Joo Haknyeon - He is talented. Despite needing some help, this boy is talented. He just learns slower than the other trainees and was greedy for positions he wasn’t ready to take on. He got way too much uncalled for hate because of it. I want to see him make a comeback one day as a stronger, wiser person.

Rank 18 - Kim Samuel - I shouldn’t have to say this but Samuel choreographed a lot of the dances they did for P101- hell he choreographed the Super Hot stage (baby is only 15 TwT). He kicked ass as center in Showtime! He was also good in Get Ugly! But Mnet didn’t give him that many behind the scenes cuts so I think that might have hurt him. He truly deserved so much better and I am going to support his solo. Hopefully, one day, he’ll debut in a group. 

Rank 17 - Yoo Seonho - He’s got cute maknae charms and improved so much throughout the show. He’s only been a trainee for 6 months and despite that he grew a lot in a matter of months. I’m so proud of you, Seonho. Thank you for comforting all the people who needed it at the finale. You are an absolute angel who deserved to debut as well.

Rank 16 - Anh Hyungseob - Hyungseob is a good dancer and despite not being the best singer he tries very hard. He’s also hilarious XD (fondly remembers the times he ran into a door) He’s also got variety skills. *cough* His rank is probably low cause the Yuehua boys are planning to debut soon *cough*

Rank 15 - Im Youngmin - Great dancer. Great rapper. I don’t need to say anything. Just watch any of his performances and you’ll see. He got fucked over by his fake scandals and because knetz eat people alive without knowing if the rumor is true or not. 

Rank 14 - Kim Jonghyun - Nu’EST’s JR - Amazing leader, who is selfless and always a sweetheart. He could have asked for center. He could have been greedy and asked for more lines. He never once did. On top of that, he’s a great rapper and a great dancer. Plus he a cute shy Wartortle. I have no clue how someone who was hailed the Nation’s Leader didn’t make it into the Nation’s Boy Group. 

Rank 13 - Kang Dongho - Nu’EST’s Baekho - He had vocals for days and visuals for days. His charisma was like fire and his personality is so <3 He was the cute babysitter for all the kids of P101 and I’m honestly so sad Guanlin lost his fav sexy uncle. 

Rank 12 - Jung Sewoon - Okay, look I love Ponyo . I love him so damn much you don’t even know. I was depressed when I saw him not get in. I can’t put into words how much I wanted him to be in the top 11. I thought he wouldn’t be close to 11 because he was 19 last time, but damn I feel trolled about this. VOCALS. DANCING. CUTENESS. I want to see him again in the future so badly.

Rank 11- Ha Sungwoon - HOTSHOT’s Sungwoon - It’s probably not right for me to say I didn’t want him in the top 11 because he needs to return to HOTSHOT so they can finally have a comeback. But he was Rank A from the start. Even Boa was like how are such talented kids not popular. 

Rank 10 - Bae Jinyoung - A lot of you seem to have an issue with BaeJin. But he’s got stage presences. He might not have shown it off at the start but he improved so much since then. Plus he has a great personality which you can see in any of the back stage cams since the actual show cuts his and Jihoon’s screen time.

Rank 9 - Hwang Minhyun - Nu’EST Minhyun- Don’t fucking sit here and tell me Jonghyun deserves to debut but then go off and say the top 11 aren’t talented when Minhyun is fucking in the top 11. Emperor Hwang has everything. Visuals, vocals, dance skills, and the relationship with the rest of the top 11. He made half this top 11 happen. So much talent you can’t even. 

Rank 8 - Yoon Jisung-  Auntie Jisung was gonna give up if he didn’t debut. He has stable af vocals while dancing. Plus he’s hilarious. Like really fucking funny. That’s been evident since he made himself a meme in episode 1. He took care of whatever team he led. I’m so so glad he got to debut. 

Rank 7 - Lai Guanlin - I personally didn’t want him to debut because I think he’s too young and still has a lot of growing to do. He wasn’t the best rapper or dancer but he’s got stage presence not only that but he was also only a trainee for 6 months. He’s only been in Korea for 6 months. Plus he’s like 16 so chill. 

Rank 6 - Park Woojin - I will flip tables if you tell me Park Woojin didn’t deserve top 11. He had shingles and still gave a bomb performance. He’s a great dancer and always draws attention when he’s on stage. He’s a great rapper too. He’s been Rank A from the start (BNM kids are so talented guys).

Rank 5 - Ong Seongwoo - Talented. So fucking talented. I can’t. He’s funny af, he’s an amazing dancer, he’s a god singer, he’s got a great personality, AND he’s got actor like visuals. Seriously, how can you call him untalented? Again he was rank A from the start. 

Rank 4 - Kim Jaehwan - If you have hearing, you know Jaehwan is talented. He improved his dancing so much to be here. Plus he’s savage and hilarious. Kim Jaehwan was actually someone I was worried wouldn’t enter top 11 because he didn’t have a strong solo fanbase.

Rank 3 - Lee Daehwi - This child did not suffer to have you call him untalented. He’s an adorable baby who can do it all. He is only 16 and he writes songs for crying out loud! He can dance and sing and maybe rap (I think). He was also Rank A from the start! (All the BNM kids are talented af so never fucking say he’s talentless)

Rank 2 - Park Jihoon - Got here because he winked BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not talented. He’s a good dancer like a really good dancer, And he knows how to work a camera, clearly. He’s not the best singer but he tries. He’s an okay rapper but we never got to see much of that. Jihoon is adorable and cute and a whole lot of goot things but people kept bashing him for getting to the top because he winked. He’s still talented though (Rank B isn’t that bad cause Jaehwan was Rank B).

Rank 1 - Kang Daniel - I will not take anyone calling him untalented. Seriously there are too many people saying he didn’t deserve it. Have you watched ANY of his stages. He ALWAYS stole the show and he’s NEVER been center. Look, people forgot he was a rapper because he sang so much on this show. Like he gave all the rap parts to other rappers because he knew they couldn’t sing. He’s an angel who loves cats and people. He’s also awkwardly hilarious. He was bound to be in the top 11 from the moment he hugged small Woojin. Worked hard and moved from Rank B to Rank A. Watch any of his fancams and prepare to be shook. 

If you’ve made it this far, I applaud you. 

Wanna One is talented.

Everyone in the top 20 was talented. 

I wish they made a group with the top 20 because I loved so many of them. 

Day One

‘40s!bucky x reader 

A/N: I started watching Outlander and it inspired me to write this. Also, I have no idea if it holds up to the books, I just needed a new show to watch and found it online and thought, “hey, why not? Scotland’s beautiful, I like supernatural, historical, sexy shit, let’s give it a try!” I stayed up until 5 in the morning binge-watching the first five and a half episodes. 

Warnings for this part: Angst, light fluff

Warnings for the series: NSFW/Smut, angst, fluff

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“Fuck you.” You spat the words out as Bucky pinned you to the mat. “I wasn’t ready.” 

“You think an enemy is going to say, ‘Oh, you weren’t ready? Here, let me get up and we can start when you are.’ That’s not how that works, (Y/N).” His face remained cold as you struggled underneath him. “From my position, I could get away with a number of things. I could slice your throat, put a bullet in your skull, break your arms, legs, both; I could even rip you of your dignity and fuck you right here without you being able to move.”

Buck.” Steve stepped up into the fighting ring. “That’s a little too far don’t you think?”

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Taken [Chapter 1]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


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Suho dragged your unconscious and bleeding boyfriend to the back seats and pushed you in right after him. Suho was the last to get on as he closed the door shut, barking, “Drive.”

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,395

Summary: Dean gets jealous when he finds out the reader has a date and he tries to tag along.


Lotion? Check.

Shaved? Check.

Makeup? Check.

Nails painted? Check.

Freaking the fuck out? Check.

Tonight you have a date. It’s not just a date, it’s a huge decision. It will either make or break your fucking world. Maybe that sounds a little dramatic but it’s true. It will completely alter your life and you’re praying it will be the outcome you want.

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Words: 7,135.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us.

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My thoughts about episode 7x25

This episode. Oh, my God, this episode.

I searched “emotional roller coaster” on the Merriam Webster dictionary and this whole episode was there. 

Amazing, painful, heartbreaking, heartwarming. It leaves you full of fear and yet full of hope.

It’s an episode that literally oozes love out of every frame.

I will start talking about Steve and Danny, because I have so many things to say about them…

I loved how Steve shows up in Danny’s office as soon as he arrives, like he was impatiently waiting to show him his gift. How sweet can this man be? Same goes for Danny, so protective of Steve, constantly worrying about him, constantly checking – silently or explicitly – how he is. This scene is loaded with hints that foreshadow what will come later in the episode, it’s like Danny can’t help but feel something is wrong, and we start feeling the same way: the acting, the way the episode is built make you feel that way and it gets stronger and stronger minute by minute, and it’s so gut wrenching.

Plus, the way Danny and Steve act around Charlie is adorable. The way they look like a married couple, obviously, but – even more than that, if possible – the way they protect him, talking in code about Rachel and Stan’s divorce, because this little guy has been through so much already… To think they both were there the day Charlie was born, looking at him through the glass, loving him already even if they didn’t know yet he was Danny’s child… it makes me emotional.

And what about that scene in the car, when Steve starts talking about Rachel, out of nowhere, as if it’s something he can’t help thinking about… he’s worried, maybe even angry. He’s bitter, he’s jealous, most of all he’s still the man who, back in season one, told Danny: ““I don’t want you to get hurt. Okay? I just want you to be happy, Danny. That’s all”. 

Steve tries to joke – he tries so hard, how painful is that? – and says “if you ain’t got nothing nice and positive to say, keep your hole shut … unless you’re “talking” to your ex-wife”. He knows that Danny, out of his good heart – too good sometimes – is trying to put under the rug all the bad things Rachel did to him, but … they’re just under the rug, they’re still there, they can’t be ignored, or he’s going to suffer again, to be manipulated and walked over, again!

And so Steve says it, honestly… “I don’t think this thing with you and Rachel is a healthy thing”. It’s not healthy, he says. I think it’s a very meaningful choice of words. Both Steve and Danny have been dealing with toxic relationships that sucked the joy out of their lives and I hope with all my heart they’re done with those relationships for good. Please, let these guys be finally, truly happy, please let them heal each other’s heart with the love they have for each other. They deserve that.

What about Steve telling Danny “I know that I’m out of my mind, but I also know that you’re in love with your ex-wife […] you got a shot to make things right”? First of all, Rachel was the one who put Danny through hell with her constant threats of taking Grace away from him and not letting him see her and then lying to him for three years about Charlie, so it’s really not up to Danny to make things right, he didn’t do anything wrong, he was a victim! 

And I think that what we have here it’s Steve voicing his worst fears in the hope that Danny will prove him wrong. And I so hope Danny will prove him wrong. I believe he will prove him wrong. He already told Steve “you’re out of your mind” for thinking he might be still in love with Rachel and I think he was being honest, I think he’s just being civil and kind with her, he’s tired of fighting, he doesn’t want that for himself and most of all he doesn’t want that for his kids. I hope I’m not wrong.

Then Danny sees Steve taking some pills and his alarm bells start ringing, but his focus shifts on trying to talk Steve out of risking his life pulling probably the most dangerous stunt he has every pulled.

And just moments before Steve jumps, risking his life, the writers start working a whole new kind of magic, in my opinion, giving us some of the most subtle and yet most romantic and emotional moments I’ve ever seen.

How? The chef’s hat. Yes, the chef’s hat. I really believe they masterfully wrote some of the best, most touching declarations of love ever to be heard, just playing with words around that chef’s hat.

Even if he’s trying to pretend he’s not scared of the consequences of that jump, Steve knows that it could go horribly wrong. He didn’t want Danny to open the gift when he wasn’t there and now, thinking that jump could kill him, he needs to tell Danny those words before it could be too late.

Chef’s hat”, he says. Meaning: there‘s nothing I care about more than you, more than your happiness and your dreams, because I love you. 

And Danny understands what Steve means, he promises him he will be there when he’ll open his restaurant (when they’ll open their restaurant?) and, later, he says: “thank you for the hat, seriously”. Meaning: thank you for loving me the way you love me. And Steve closes his eyes for a moment and then says “You’re welcome, seriously”. Don’t tell me that wasn’t a “I’m in love with you”, because it was. I’m so sure it was.

And I obviously loved that adorable scene with them walking away together, holding each other, talking about Steve’s feelings and how the last thing on Earth Danny wants to do is hurt Steve’s feelings. The way these two guys cherish and love each other is so beautiful and it warms my heart.

And then… oh my God, my poor heart bled seeing Steve so tired, so pale, so scared… call me crazy, call me stupid, but I worry about him even if I know he’s just a fictional character… it makes me cry to see how he tries to minimize, how he tried to keep things for himself, to hide his health issues.. but he couldn’t hide from Danny, because Danny wouldn’t let him. 

Life made Steve believe that he was undeserving of love, that there always was someone or something more important than him, someone or something that made people walk away from him, and now that he needs love more than ever, now that he needs someone next to him more than ever, he tries to hide it… but Danny won’t let him. 

It broke my heart to see the look in Danny’s eyes, to see him so lost at the mere thought of Steve being sick. I so hope, with all my heart, there will soon be… I don’t know, another doctor’s opinion, something that will take this terrible sword hanging over their heads away from them. 

One thing I’m sure of is that Steve and Danny will be together through all of this, and together they can face and overcome everything. Danny will show Steve how deserving of love, how important he is, how much he needs him and can’t even imagine a life without him. More than ever, Steve needs to be loved, to feel indispensable for someone, and Danny will be there reminding that he is, every step of the way.

I talked a lot about Steve and Danny, for obvious reasons, but there was so much else to be loved in this episode.

Abby and Chin, their sizzling chemistry and their growing love for each other.

The party to celebrate Jerry getting his badge… it was so endearing to see him so happy because these people love him. He was so lonely when we met him back in season 4 and now he really has a big family.

That super sweet scene with Kono and Sara at the market, Sara being absolutely adorable and Kono buying a pregnancy test… a moment that sheds an even more meaningful light to many other moments in the episode… her scene with Moani, that chilling, heartbreaking moment where she found that doll in the girls’ room, the talk she has with Lou about being a parent … I loved, so much, what she told Lou: “I could feel them in that room. Their pain and trauma. The fear they went to bed with every night”, because it was my same feeling watching that scene. She wants to make the world a better, safer place for these girls and thinking she might be pregnant makes that purpose even stronger, even more urgent. And I know she will succeed, she’s a force of nature, so compassionate, so strong, so brave. I hope we will get to see her fighting this horrible crime, but I also hope she will be back in Hawaii soon. Maybe, and hopefully, the two things aren’t incompatible. Her Ohana - and we - needs her.

As I wrote when I started with this review, this episode leaves you full of fear and yet full of hope. I will hold on to that hope that makes me believe that these people will get the happiness they deserve. Steve will be fine. Kono will succeed in making the world that better place she desperately needs right now. And true love will conquer all, because today, more than ever before, I’m sure that Steve and Danny share the purest and truest love of all.

Thank you for this episode and for all the emotions!

Like Father, Like Son

Part 3 of 4

Find the previous two installments here: Revelations, Discovery 


“MUM!”

In less than a blink of an eye, she was gone. I sprinted the rest of the way to the stone she had touched, the screaming intensified then stopped. The wind had been knocked out of me and I found myself laying on the ground looking up at the orange streaks of dawn.

I groaned and rolled to my side, shakily trying to stand.

“Mum?” I croaked, the roaring in my ears seemed to echo off the stones, drowning my attempt to call out to her.

“Mum!” I tried again. Again nothing but the screaming roar reverberating from the stones. I scrambled to my feet and took off at a run down the hill towards the car, except it wasn’t there. The car was missing, as was any visible sign of a road. Trees grew in sparse patches across the grass of the rolling hills toward the water.

“Mum?” I whispered realizing with a sickening realization, she wasn’t there.

“Christ,” I groaned dragging my hands down my face. “What to do now? Think Brian, think! Where would she have gone?”

The momentary sunshine quickly disappeared behind clouds of gray and white, a storm was brewing. My pacing turned into a single direction run to a small cobbled, dilapidated cottage situated at the base of the hill. I made it inside the shelter of the cottage just as fat raindrops solidified and turned into snow. The air held a wet chill that seemed to seep into every crevice of the room, even the heavy wool of the clothing didn’t seem to be enough to stop a violent shudder from enveloping me.

I searched the room for any source that could be used to create a fire and saw a broken stool crumpled into a corner. Sighing in relief, I scrambled to the roughly hewn fireplace and sent up a prayer in thanks that mum took the time to teach me how to start a fire without modern conveniences. ‘A necessary skill,’ she’d always remarked.

“Where have you gone, mum? We don’t even know where Jamie went, let alone if he was still alive in the time we’ve arrived.”

Staring into the fire a sudden epiphany hit me like a sledgehammer. “Lallybroch.”

I didn’t know how many days ride or walk it would be to get to Inverness, let alone Broch Tuarach, but I wasn’t going to get there freezing in a hovel. Looking through the cracks in the stone, I watched as the snow fell then melted as soon as it touched the ground. I may just have a chance of making it down to the village before nightfall. But how to pay for what I need? My pockets were empty, but I patted them down anyway, as well as the cloak. A small jingling noise came from a hidden inner pocket of the cloak.

“Mum, you think of everything,” I said to the crackling fire as a poured small battered coins from a black leather pouch and a small roll of paper fell on top them.

Brian,

I understand if you decided not to follow me immediately, but if you do find yourself going back, these will be of use to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t procure you more, but if we find your father and our family, we shouldn’t need to worry overmuch about funds.

I hope you decide to find us, my darling boy.

All my love,

Mum

My eyes burned with tears that were threatening to form. Why couldn’t she have waited just a few seconds longer for me to catch up to her?

The walk to Inverness was longer than I anticipated. Dark had fallen and if at all possible, it got colder thanks to the persistent wind. I hobbled into the first establishment I saw, hoping I could find something warm, a place to sleep, and a horse to make this journey easier.

A frail-looking hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, squeezing tighter than I believed possible, “Ain’t ye a wanted man?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Sassenach filth!” The man spat, “Be gone from here!”

“I’m not English if that’s what you mean, I’m from Am–the colonies.”

“Yer as good as ‘em. Crooky won’t serve ye, so be gone!” He threw my arm back hard enough that I stumbled into the door frame.

“Gibbons! What are ye doin’ to my customers?” A menacing man yelled from behind a bar.

“He’s a Sassenach, an’ claims to be from the colonies.” Gibbons spat at my feet, glaring. “It’d be better if he was that bastard of a wanted man. At least then he’d be worth a pretty penny.”

“A sassenach! Is tha’ so? Do ye have coin, lad?”

“Yes,” I said with surprising confidence. “Do you know where I can find something to eat, maybe a place to rest, and procure a horse? I will not be staying long, just ‘til morning.”

“Och, aye. I can help ye wi’ all of these, but it’s no going to come lightly.”

I pulled out a few of the Stirling pieces and handed them over. “Will this due?”

The barman’s eyes widened. “Aye, lad, tha’ll do nicely. What’s yer name, I didna catch it before.”

“Fraser.”

The man’s eyebrows disappeared beneath shaggy dark hair. “Fraser ye say? O’ Lovat?”

I nodded tersely.

“Yer a ways from Beauly.”

“I’m not headed to Beauly. My family isn’t too far off from here, Broch Tuarach?”

“Ach, yer wi’ the Fraser-Murray clan then. Good folk there.” He said, slapping a tankard down before turning around to snag a bowl of something from a passing barmaid. “Drink, eat. It’s no an easy ride in this weather to Broch Tuarach.”

I coughed at the sting of the whiskey, stronger and more bitter than I was accustomed. The warm burn met my stomach as the rich taste of meat broth met my lips. I wouldn’t be shocked if I fell asleep at the bar for all to see, nor did I care. My legs ached from the walk, my fingers felt as though they were frozen into a curl, and my head pounded from the whirlwind of events from today. Tomorrow would only increase the pain and unease.

The following morning, my head still pounded, but my body didn’t ache from the cold, yet.

“Here ye are lad.” Crook, said holding out a wrapped parcel and the reigns to a gorgeous brown mare. “Sorry I canna give ye my best stallion, but Butternut will get ye where ye need to go. She’s strong and hearty. This weather will no deter her.”

“Thank you, sir. For the hospitality and the horse.”

He let out a bark of a laugh, “Dinna thank me lad! Ye paid for the hospitality as ye say. I’m gaining a mighty better price than ye are wi’ my grub and horse.”

I shook my head and smiled back at the jovial man as I mounted the mare. “Thank you all the same.”

“Lad?”

I turned in question.

“If ye see a Gwenalin Crook, tell her Archie sends his love. Can ye do that for me?”

“Of course,” I said puzzled, he nodded then slapped the hindquarters of Butternut and we were off.

As the days wore on, I was struck by the landscape before me. The mountains and the sky, such contrasts to each other were something from the imagination. The size and beauty could not be contained with meager words or thoughts. I felt as though I had stepped into the epics of Tolkien, White, or even Lewis. I could fully understand the magical beliefs and wariness of these people, and the stories that the land inspired.

I was so lost in thought that I missed the sound of hoofbeats and a man’s call until he was right upon me.

“Can I assist ye?” The man, who couldn’t have been much older than I, said as he stared quizzically at me.

“Oh! Yes, do you know if I’m close to the place called Lallybroch or Broch Tuarach?”

The man’s face lit up in a laugh, “Aye, but what business do ye have there?”

“I’m looking for someone and I believe she may have come here.”

“Do I ken ye? Ye look familiar,” He said not acknowledging my statement.

“No, we have never met. Brian Fraser,” I said holding out a hand. The man’s face went pale.

“Brian Fraser has been dead longer than I’ve been born. So who are ye really?”

My eyes went wide this time, of course, he wouldn’t know about me but his knowledge of my grandfather meant he must be family as well. “Are you by chance Young Jamie Murray?”

He went rigid in his saddle. “Aye, and answer me now, who are ye?”

“I’m your cousin, Brian James Lambert Beauchamp Fraser.” I said reaching out my hand, “James Fraser is my father.”

Young Jamie’s mouth fell open as he grasped my hand in a handshake. “Damned if he isn’t! That’s why I thought I knew ye! Christ, ye have the look of him. I’m surprised ye weren’t stopped by the redcoats on your journey here!”

I laughed, “I was accused of being a wanted man at a tavern in Inverness.”

Young Jamie let out a bellow. “That doesna surprise me in the least. Come on, Mam isna going to believe this.”

We rode in companionable silence to the estate, and I gasped in awe. The house, no longer dilapidated and condemned, was full of life and movement.

“Come on,” Young Jamie said, nodding toward the stables. “Ye can leave yer horse there, but I’m sure ye’ll be wanting to ride again soon. Ye said ye were looking for someone, but no one but trouble has been through these doors in a while.”

“What–?”

He cut me off with the shake of his head. “Ye’ll see soon enough. I canna wait to see how this unfolds.”

He leads me through the house to a study where a woman, hair dark and streaked with gray sat beside a man with a wooden leg, pouring over papers on the desk before them.

“Mam? Da?” Jamie said. They turned, eyes wide, and mouth agape, as though they were looking at a ghost.

War of hearts

request: Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky get into a heated argument before he leaves for a long-ass mission? Up to you what happens when he gets back. Thank you! 😘

word count: 2133

warnings: angst

a/n: listen to this whilst reading

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Rain cascaded down your window pane, the storm outside was its peak but the storm inside was only just beginning. It was inevitable - the fight between you two but that didn’t mean his words didn’t hurt nonetheless. All of the anger he had been pushing down inside of him had exploded and you knew his shouting wouldn’t stop until he released all of his rage. You knew that he wasn’t necessarily angry at you but still his words cut deep like a knife.

It always happened before missions, he always seemed to go off on you over nothing this time it was because you weren’t sure Bucky should go on this particular mission. You knew he was perfectly capable but the distance and the longevity of the mission were what you feared, you knew Bucky couldn’t go without talking to you or seeing you for six months and neither could you. But Bucky’s insecurities got the best of him (like they always did) and he believed it was because you were scared that he would turn into him, that you believed he would become the emotionless killing machine he was once was. He thought you doubted his control and stability, he thought you didn’t believe in him. You did and you always would but Bucky couldn’t see that through his raging sea of demons.

“Do you not trust me, Y/N is that it?” Bucky asked and all but accused, you sat still on your shared bed as he paced the room tugging at strands of his long hair. You couldn’t help the frown that found its way on your face at his words.

“Of course, I trust you Bucky. You know that.” You replied and at your words he stood still in the middle of the room, his eyes locking on you and a bitter laugh sounding from his chapped lips.

The laughter didn’t stop until he spoke up again, “I don’t know that. How can I when all you do is doubt me?” You shook your head at his words resisting the urge to get on your knees and plead him to let you speak, to let him know that you couldn’t live without him.

Your lips started to move but before any words could fall from the lips that Bucky loved to press to his own, your boyfriend spoke again. “Don’t say anything Y/N, I don’t want your excuses because you’re just like the rest: you see me as nothing but a monster.” Bucky wanted to you to say something despite his words, he wanted you to speak up and tell him he was being crazy and that his words weren’t true. You remained silent however looking at the ground, you wanted to say something but Bucky’s accusations hurt more than you imagined. Did he really think those things of you?

Silence lingered in the air as Bucky’s mind raced over his words, he was right you did think those things and why wouldn’t you because he was exactly what you thought he was. A monster, who had no control and would do nothing but kill and this six-month mission would be no exception. He would become the monster again because he was the monster.

“Do you really have nothing to say?” Bucky asked as he stepped forward approaching you. Your head snapped up at the sound of the pain and anger in his voice, your eyes locked on his and you saw a fire that belonged to the deepest, darkest depths of hell.

You laughed just as bitterly as he did minutes ago, “You made it pretty clear you didn’t want me to talk Bucky. Clearly, you want to believe that I’m the bad person that doesn’t trust you even though you know it’s not true.” You said and Bucky just shook his head chuckling darkly.

He came to you, leaning down his face inches away from yours his hands either side of your hips. His gaze was predatory, he looked exactly like when he was The Winter Soldier and it terrified you. “I love you Bucky, why do you have to do this to yourself? Why can’t you see my intentions are good.” You said. You needed to calm him down before he did something you knew would hurt him.

Bucky leaned closer, you could hear his heavy, harsh breaths on your neck as you felt the frigid touch of his lips to the shell of your ear. “Don’t lie to me.” He demanded, his voice was void of all emotions and at the sound of him speaking shivers ran down your spine. His harsh tone was all too familiar.

You swallowed thickly, trying to rid your fears for the man in front of you. “I’m not, the only person who’s lying here is you. You know the truth James, I don’t think any of those things about you.” You tried to reason with him, you tried to make him see what you did but all Bucky could see were his own delusions.

“I said, don’t lie to me!” He exclaimed, his voice more chilling than you had ever heard it before. You suddenly became uncomfortable at the closeness of the two of you. You knew it wasn’t him talking, it was the demons he had tried to drown but couldn’t.

“Baby please just listen to me.” You yelled because it seemed like he refused to hear anything you had to say.

Bucky pulled back from your ear his eyes looking straight into your soul but not in the romantic way you were accustomed to, there was malice in his eyes and it seemed you were the reason for it. He said nothing and you were thankful for it but the sound of his laboured breaths scared you more than anything. You needed to get away from him and allow him to calm down, you tried to think of anything but you knew it was physically impossible. He was bigger and stronger than you, it seemed you would have to keep staring directly into his glare.

You were granted your wish, your prayers were heard when Steve walked through the door. He noticed your panicked state immediately but you gave him a small smile telling him it was fine that Bucky was still Bucky… for now. “Buck, it’s time to go.” Steve said and at the sound of someone’s voice that wasn’t the demons inside of him, Bucky’s head snapped up. He looked at you sadly but it wasn’t the sadness you had expected, it was the sadness because he believed his words to be true.

“Okay, let me just get my bag.” Bucky said removing himself from you, allowing you to release the breath you had been holding in. You watched as he walked over to your closet to get his duffel bag, as you watched Steve watched too wondering what he had just walked into.

Bucky picked up the bag slinging it over his shoulder walking straight past you and towards Steve. “Bucky, baby let me explain.” You said but he ignored you walking past Steve and out of the door. Steve wanted to say something but Bucky was calling his name, he gave you a small smile before leaving you alone by yourself.

When he was gone you found yourself crying because you didn’t know what else to do, Bucky was gone for six months and it seemed to you that he hated you just as much as he hated himself deep down. You didn’t know what you would do now that he was gone.


He was coming home. Finally. It had been six months of crying yourself to sleep and praying and hoping that he was okay. He was at least that was what Tony had said and just that fact made you run so fast to the hangar to greet him. You hoped that your argument from before was gone, you hoped that in the six months he was gone he saw through the lies he had fed himself and seen the truth – that you were just scared to be without him for so long.

The quinjet landed on time and you were on the balls of your feet as the jet opened and your boyfriend along with Steve and Sam came out. At the sight of him, you couldn’t help the smile that reached your face but it quickly turned into a frown when Bucky walked straight past you.  You couldn’t help but be hurt and decided to go to Steve because you needed answers.

“Is Bucky okay?” You asked and Steve just shook his head sighing.

“Just go talk to him.” Steve advised and you did following after him till you reached your shared room.

“Bucky?” You called out drawing his attention to you. He looked as sad and as angry as the day he left six months ago. You felt like you were having déjà vu.

“Y/N.” He greeted you solemnly making sadness wash over you in waves.

“Is everything alright? Are we good?” You asked because you didn’t know what was going on inside of his head but whatever it was you wanted to know.

He looked at you like he was committing you to his memory and replied, “I’ve been thinking about you for the last six months and every time I do the only one thought comes to mind. Y/N I can’t do this anymore. I can’t even trust myself let alone trust another person. I need time.” Ever since you had begun dating Bucky you were always scared this would happen, that it would become too much and it would leave you both heartbroken.

You saw the determined look on his face, you knew this hurt him just as much as it hurt you. You willed yourself not to cry, you were stronger than this despite the immense pain that struck your heart and tore your heartstrings. “Did you realise why I didn’t want you to go?” You asked and Bucky nodded.

“I know you trust me, I do but I can’t trust myself. Every time you’ve told me you love me, I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe that you could love somebody like me. Every time you held me after my nightmares as I screamed and cried and talked me down and calmed me, I didn’t believe your words because I’m not deserving of them. Every time you touched me, I thought I must have been dreaming because I’m not worthy of your touch. I’m not worthy of you.” Bucky said and his words brought tears to both his eyes and yours.

“There’s no talking you out of this, is there?” You asked and Bucky shook his head.

“I want you to be happy and I want to be happy too, I just need some time away from you and all of this to keep on working at myself and when I come back I’ll be the best version of myself. And if some lucky man hasn’t snapped you up, I’ll be there on my knees roses in my hand as well as a diamond ring to make you mine for an eternity.” Bucky said and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face at his words.

“I’d love that more than anything.” You said because you knew how much getting better meant for Bucky and you wanted him too, more than anything.

“So would I.” Bucky said with his own sad smile. You watched as he packed clothes into another duffel bag just as you had when he left six months ago. It felt like you were back there, you felt just as heartbroken and hopeful for the future.

He picked the duffel bag up slinging it on his shoulder before approaching you and pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek. “I’ll love you forever Y/N, never forget that.” Bucky said.

“I’ll love you forever too, I hope you get better.” You said and Bucky nodded before he pressed a kiss to your other cheek. You watched as he walked away for the second time in six months but this time there was a slither of happiness. Happiness for the man who was walking out of your life, you hoped and prayed he would peace and that when he did he’d find you so you could both he be happy together.

Taken [Chapter 8]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue



You stepped into the common area and is surprised to find everyone partying in broad daylight.

Okay, first of all, you’re not even sure why there’s a common area in a mafia in the first place. And the place is fucking awesome, for all you know, with beanbags and a bar and a giant plasma TV with built-in games all over the place.

Confusion doesn’t even summarize what you’re feeling right now. “Um, morning?”

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Fell For You-Jack Avery (Part 2)

Author’s Note: This is the highly requested part two to my Jack imagine titled Fell For You. If you haven’t yet read the first part, here it is!!! Enjoy, hope I didn’t disappoint!!! :-)

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“Are you ready to order yet?” your waitress asks as you finish your third lemonade. “Still waiting on someone.” you say as you fiddle with your straw out of embarrassment. 

She gives you a look and you sigh before checking the time again. Your best friend Jack was supposed to meet you at your favorite diner an hour ago and here you were, waiting like a lost puppy for him to show.

Your waitress stops by the table again but before she can speak you save her the trouble of breaking your heart with her questions. “I’m leaving. Sorry to waste your time.” you mumble as you grab your belongings and head for the door. 

When you reach your car you dial Jack’s number and when you get no response, you decide to drive over to his place, humming along with the radio until you reached your destination.

All week Jack had been acting weird and it was finally time for you to figure out what was going on with him. He had never been the best at feelings–he saw them as weaknesses–but you had always been the one that he told his secrets to. 

It took some coaxing and hard work on your part, you had to approach him at the right time, in the right place, with the right attitude. It was hard, but you knew what and when to do…And you decided it was time.

When you finally pull up in the driveway you frown as you notice there are no cars in front of Jack’s house. Pausing for a moment, you decide that maybe you should just head home; until you see Jack’s room light flickering through the window. 

Your eyes dart up to his window and even though you can’t see anything, a sick feeling flows through you. Putting the car in park, you hop out and walk slowly to the front door, loud muffled music filling your ears. 

Knocking loudly, you wait for a few moments before Jack swings the door open with a big smile. “Hellooooo (Y/N)!” he yells and you push him inside softly, shushing him as loudly as possible. 

“Jack shut up! Have you been drinking?” you gape and he just grins goofily. You didn’t even have to ask, really, the smell of his breath made it evident. “Nooo.” he says with a giggle and your amusement quickly turns to anger. 

“Is this where you’ve been?” you ask agrily, looking into his eyes in the hopes of finding a piece of Sober Jack to have a real conversation with. “Why do you care?” he asks in a mocking tone, taking another swig of whatever he’d been drinking in your absence. 

“I care because you were supposed to meet me at the diner.” you say and it seems to jog his memory a little because his face changes. “I’m sorry (Y/N)…” he says, and for a moment he seems like he’s winding down for the night; until he speaks again. 

“Buuuut since you’re here, you can join us!” he excalims and you look around the room to see who else could possibly be here with Jack. “Us?” you question when you don’t see anyone. 

“Yes, us!” he says, motioning to the various bottles of alcohol strung across the living room. “We’ve got Kinky and Karkov and UV. I know how fond you are of UV.” he slurs as he reads the labels on the bottles, stumbling through the room just to get to each one of them. 

“Jack you need to settle down.” you say, making your way to the kitchen and turning down the music. “Settle down? For what?” he asks and from your spot in the kitchen you can see him unscrewing the cap of another bottle of liquor. 

“No, no, no.” you mumble as you make your way over to him and pry it from his hands. “Jack why are you drinking? And where are your parents?” you ask, sitting down on the couch and clearing a few beer cans for him to join you. 

His face falls and you sigh as you realize you might have just hit a nerve. “Please just talk to me.” you try again and this time he joins you. “My parents are getting a divorce.” he says softly. 

His words hit you hard and before you can even process them he speaks again. “I never thought this would happen.” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Jack I’m so sorry. Where are they now?” you ask quietly, and you’re glad he’s finally starting to chill out. “They’re out. They wanted us all to go on some stupid family dinner so they could tell Isla the news.” he spits, sitting back on the couch. 

“Jesus Jack that’s terrible.” you say sympathetically. “And you wanna know the worst part?” he asks and you hesitate before telling him to go on. “They told me first. They said I would be the one to understand.” he says, his voice breaking before he could finish his sentence. 

Suddenly everything began to make sense: the way Jack was acting lately, his crazy mood swings, him blowing you off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask him sincerely and he chuckles before answering. 

“Why would I? Your life is perfect (Y/N), you just wouldn’t understand.” Jack scoffs and for some reason this angers you. “Okay my parents aren’t divorced but so what? I would still be here for you.” you say, getting closer to him on the couch as you explain yourself. 

“Why?” he asks and it completely throws you off. “I mean everyone leaves. Why do you stay?” Jack persists. “I just, I don’t know I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been friends since birth Avery.” you laugh and he joins you before looking around for another drink. 

“Jack just stop okay?” you half ask, half demand and he frowns at you before standing up to continue his search. “Jack I’m serious. I’m here now, you don’t need to do this.” you say, following closely behind him. 

“You’re not my mom.” he snaps and you can’t tell if he’s joking. “What?” you ask, confusion plain on your face. You didn’t want to fight with Jack but he was making it impossible not to. 

“You’re my friend. Not my mom and certainly not my girlfriend!” he yells as he turns to face you and for some reason, this comment stings. “So now me helping you has to be about us being more than friends?” you ask and at this point you’re even angrier than before. 

“Whatever I think you should leave.” he scoffs, pointing to the door. “No Jack I wanna be here for you, I lo-” you start but Jack continues before you can tell him how you really feel. 

“Just go okay! I don’t need your pity and I don’t need you up my ass. You think you’re so perfect? Well guess what, screw you! I don’t need you in my life!” he yells and his words pierce your heart like knives but instead of trying again, you stoop down to his level. 

“You know what?! I hate you Jack Avery! I hate you!” you say but the tears make it hard for you to yell at him without breaking. You don’t take another look at him, you just run to your car and drive home, the tears stinging your eyes making it hard to find your way home but you don’t care about that. You don’t care about anything…

Not Jack, not his parents and certainly not the trouble he’ll be in when he gets caught…At least you tell yourself that you don’t care. After a few months, though, your thoughts become true.

Jack’s P.O.V.

(Y/N)’s face distorts into a frown at Jack’s words and her teeth bring in her bottom lip as she looks deeper into his eyes. “I don’t believe you.” she says and it’s impossible for Jack to even begin to know what she’s thinking. 

He began to think back to when they were younger…What did (Y/N) do when she thought someone was lying? He studied her face for a moment before offering his reply. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” “Well you have before.” she says softly, and even though Jack could no longer read her, he could tell she was about to cry. “Yes but I-” he starts but (Y/N) interrupts, her sorrow turning to anger. 

“Just stop Jack. I’ll tutor you but you don’t have to lie to me.” she spits and he doesn’t say anything to defend himself. What else can he say? 

How do you tell someone that you’ve missed them for years? That you’ve watched them every single day, just dying to know how they’re doing but too afraid to ask. 

“You won’t regret this.” he says, getting up quickly and making his way to his car as (Y/N) sends him off with a small wave. Taking one final look at her, Jack started the car and headed for home, completely unaware that (Y/N) stayed out on the deck to watch him drive away.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Okay so,” Jack says as he sits down the foot of your bed, making himself comfortable as he pulls out his science book from his backpack. You’d been tutoring him for a couple weeks now and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved the time you’d spent with him and you often found yourself looking forward to your little study sessions. 

The first few days weren’t easy… All you did was snap at him and even though he endured it without saying anything, a part of you felt bad and you eventually lightened up, making it easier for the both of you. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was to fall in love with him all over again; this time even quicker than the last. 

“The greater the concentration of OH- ions the stronger the base?” he asks and you nod in amazement. “Yes Jack! I feel like you’re finally getting it!” you exclaim from the chair you were currently sitting in. 

“Thank God because my midterm Chemistry test is tomorrow.” he groans, leaning back on the bed a bit and propping himself up on his elbow. He was still facing you but every once in a while you got the chance to steal a glance or two at the boy as he read the text book. 

You liked seeing Jack like this-in “study mode”-with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed from what you didn’t know was nervousness due to you watching him. “But that stuff is easy. This is the part I don’t get.” he says, sitting up a bit to point at a particular spot in the book. 

“Here, throw me the book.” you suggest and he almost does. “Why don’t you just come over here?” he says and your heart races at the thought of being that close to him in general, let alone in your bed. 

Swallowing hard, you make your way over to him and sit down next to where Jack was laying. “Okay which part?” you ask, blinking a bit to focus your attention back to the task at hand. 

“The whole scale thing. How am I supposed to remember if a solution is an acid or a base by number?” he asks and you think of a way to explain something that freshman you could easily grasp. 

“Well the scale is zero to fourteen, but seven is the neutral area,” you start and he nods as he watches you closely. “So anything with a pH greater than seven is a base and anything with a pH lower than seven is an acid.” you explain and he jots down some notes before turning to you again. 

“Okay, okay. I need to come up with a way to remember that.” he mumbles to himself, raking a hand through his hair. “Well its not that hard. Just think of it this way,” you say, holding out your arms to resemble a horizontal line. 

“Zero is here,” you make a motion with your left hand. “And fourteen is here.” you say, wiggling your right hand. “Okay,” Jack says, holding out his arms to copy you. 

“A, and B.” you say as you motion your left arm and your right. “So anything A is on the left and anything B is on the right. Acid and base!” he exclaims, laughing as he mimics your gestures. 

“Yes! Good!” you say happily, your hands moving to your mouth to stop your laughter. “Thanks (Y/N). That makes sense actually.” he says as he begins to put his notes away for the night. 

“Yeah absolutely.” you reply, biting your lip as you watch him again. “No really. Thanks for everything.” he says as he turns to face you. “The second chance, the tutoring, all of it." 

"Yeah. It hasn’t been too bad.” you joke as you stand to walk him out. “Not bad at all.” your subconscious adds and you smile to yourself as you make your way to the door with Jack right behind you. 

“See you tomorrow.” Jack says before heading outside. “See you tomorrow.” you repeat as you watch him drive away, and you wonder how you ever made it without this boy.

•••••

“(Y/N)?!” your mom calls from the downstairs and you quickly stuff your books into your backpack before heading down to see what she needs. “Yes mom?” you call as you enter the kitchen, only to giggle at the sight in front of you. 

“Oh my gosh!” you exclaim, bending over with laughter as your mom locks eyes with you, her entire front side covered in what was left of her smoothie. “Its not funny.” she squints and you stifle another laugh before speaking again. 

“Sorry. What do you need?” you ask, trying your best not to burst into another fit of giggles. “A towel would be nice.” she replies sassily and you hurry to grab her one, giving it to her quickly upon your return. 

“What happened?” you ask and she cleans the remainder of the mess as she tells you about her mess of a morning. “Well first I couldn’t find anything to wear except all this ugly white top!” she complains, gesturing to her shirt which after this morning, would definitely not be white anymore. 

“And then I forgot to put the lid on the blender when I made my smoothie!” she continues as you grab an apple from the counter top and throw it in your bag. “Jeez mom. Sorry about your shirt.” you offer but she just waves you off. 

“Problem solved I guess! But I can’t give you a ride today, obviously.” she states and you laugh. “That’s okay, I’m getting a ride from a friend anyway.” you reassure her and she grins widely. 

“Is this friend a boy? By the name Jack Avery?” she asks and your cheeks begin to heat up. “Be quiet! Its not like that. We’re hardly even friends.” you defend, but she isn’t buying it. 

“I saw the smile on your face after he left last night.” she says and your jaw drops. “You were spying on me?! Oh my gosh mom!” you exclaim and she throws her hands in the air. 

“Its my motherly duty! It is also my motherly duty to inform you that there better not be anything other than tutoring going on upstairs!” she half jokes and you practically choke. “Mom, gross! Stop!” you yell but it only makes things worse. 

“Come on. We’ve had the talk!” she says with a raise of her eyebrows and you’re lucky that you hear the beep of Jack’s car horn before you have the time to respond. 

“Gotta go!” you hurry to the door, the smile on your face growing as you see Jack in your driveway. “Hey!” he yells from the driver’s seat as you make your way over to his car.

“Hey yourself.” you say as you buckle up and throw your backpack in the back. “How was your morning?” Jack asks and you blush as you think about the last ten minutes you spent with your mom. “Don’t ask.”

“You do know that saying that only makes me want to know more right?” he asks and you think for a moment, silence taking over the car as you debate whether or not to tell him about your conversation with your mom. 

“My mom…” you trail off and Jack picks it back up. “Your mom?” he asks and you turn to look out the window. “My mom thinks we’re…together.” you say and it just now hits you that in a way you and Jack had become something along the line of more than friends in the time you’d spent together. 

“Okay. Why didn’t you wanna tell me that?” he asks as he breaks his concentration from the road to look at you. “I don’t know, it’s awkward. And far from the truth.” you admit. 

Jack’s face falls and you’re met with his familiar hurt expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “It’s okay.” he cuts you off and you mentally scold yourself for being so mean, even if it was unintentional. 

“Anyway,” you think of ways to change the subject as Jack hums along with the radio. “Your test is today. How do you feel about it?” you ask. “Well the test is only over acids and bases and with the scale thing that you taught me, I’m pretty confident about those.” he says and you smile at the fact that your tutoring is actually working. 

When Jack first proposed the idea of course you didn’t want to tutor him for obvious reasons but what you were most afraid of was that you wouldn’t even be good at it seeing as you had no prior tutoring experience. 

“I’m such a good teacher.” you jokingly boast and Jack chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Quiz me!” he suggests and for the rest of the drive you shout out random numbers, laughing to yourself as Jack as taps his thumbs on either side of the steering wheel to represent the number line as he thinks of his answers.

•••••

“Not gonna lie I’m so nervous right now.” Jack admits as you walk with him to his first class of the day: Chemistry. “It’s okay to be nervous, Jack. Just don’t let it get the best of you.”

“Use it as motivation instead.” you smile at him and he nods confidently. “You’re right. Nerves are good sometimes.” he mumbles as you get closer and closer to the door. 

“Ten more minutes until the bell. If you want I can stay with you and talk for a bit.” you suggest but he declines your offer. “Nah I should actually go in and use this time to study.” he says and you nod in agreement before he turns away from you. 

“Hey Avery.” you call and he turns around once more. “You got this!” you say and he mouths a thank you before you both go your separate ways. As you make your way to AP English you think about Jack. 

Would it really be that weird to date him? After all, most people did think you were a thing already…You brush the feelings aside and when you reach your classroom, you take your usual spot by the window. 

“Alright everyone take out your copies of The Great Gatsby. Today we’re going to be discussing the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby.” your teacher says and you roll eyes before reaching for your book. You definitely didn’t want to talk about relationships right now. 

“So, raise your hand if you think they are as you guys would say ‘goals’.” Mr. Robinson says in a monotone voice and you look around the room to see ninety percent of the class has their hands up. 

“Interesting.” he mumbles, making a mental tally of the hands and writing it on the board. “Now, raise your hand if you think the relationship was complete garbage.” he says and your hand is the first to shoot up. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N). Would you like to share your thoughts with the class?” Mr. Robinson asks and you sigh because you know that even if you say no, you’ll be forced to share anyway. 

“Sure. The relationship is lacking and almost completely one sided.” you say plainly, earning a few glares and a few nods. “What do you mean by that?” he presses and you fiddle with your pencil as you go on. 

“Well its obvious that Gatsby, even though he is technically a homewrecker, has pure intentions when it comes to Daisy. I just don’t think those intentions are returned.” you say and a girl named Courtney scoffs before turning around in her desk to face you. 

“Whatever! Daisy is just as much in love with Gatsby as he is for her.” she argues. “Yeah okay sure.” you say with wide eyes and she rolls her eyes before turning to face the front again. 

“Please elaborate a bit more.” Mr. Robinson says and the pressure of the eyes of the class is now completely on you, everyone interested in what you have to say. 

“Gatsby has everything but the one thing he wants is Daisy. Daisy has everything but she wants more and more. Gatsby loves Daisy always, and he would do anything for her if she asked.” you start and everyone seems to be surprised by your response.

“Daisy isn’t in love with him, she’s in love with the idea of him. Its completely obvious since she only comes around when she needs something.” you huff and the teacher just smiles at your response. 

“Courtney, anything you’d like to add?” he asks and this time Courtney stands before sharing her opinion. “Okay so maybe Daisy is a little unclear with her feelings and maybe she is indecisive but that doesn’t make her love any less real.” she says and you begin to apply it to a real life situation. 

Not just any real life situation, but your real life situation. “If Daisy really loved Gatsby, she would have told him. She wouldn’t have pushed him away when she didn’t want to deal with him!” you say and you realize now that you’re raising your voice. 

“Daisy made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Courtney says, her stance not wavering. “Well its not like if given the chance, they could go back to how things were! You can’t undo the past.” you continue and Courtney just sighs. 

“You can if the person is worth it.” she says and it suddenly hits you that you’re taking this all way too personally. “Can I go to the bathroom?” you blurt out, earning an echo of laughter from the class as he nods in confusion. 

Once you reach the hallway you sigh heavily before heading to the bathroom as slowly as possible. “Maybe I’m being too hard on Jack.” you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even if he did hurt you in the past, that’s what it was now, the past. 

How long were you going to go before you quit fighting your feelings for him? How long could you go? A splash of cold water to the face saves you from your thoughts and you wash your hands before returning just in time for the bell.

As you zip up your backpack and head for the door Mr. Robinson stops you. “You made some valid points in the discussion today. Great job (Y/N), you really surprised me with your thoughts.” he says and you smile softly. 

“Yeah. Courtney was right about one thing though.” you say and on your way out the door you answer the question going through his mind. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” And with that, you make your way to the Chemistry room.

•••••

A moment or two passes until you spot Jack’s curls in the crowd of students in the hallway and you rush over to him. You didn’t know exactly what you would say but you knew that you had to act fast. 

“Jack!” you call after him and he smiles before meeting you halfway. “Hey.” he says quietly as he leans against the wall. “So how did it go?” you ask and he shrugs before reaching into his backpack and fishing out his test. 

“You tell me!” he exclaims and hands you a paper with an A- written in the upper hand corner. “A minus! Oh my God Jack, way to go!” you yell happily and before you know it you’re wrapped up in a bear hug, his arms tangled up around your shoulders and yours secured around his waist. 

Everything happened so fast and for a second it was pure bliss. Jack quickly pulls away from you, a string of apologies and curse words leaving his lips as he turned to walk away. 

“Wait.” you say softly and he looks you in the eyes again. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I just got excited. I didn’t mean to-” Before he can finish his apology, your lips are on his. 

After the initial shock wears off, he deepens the kiss and you don’t part until the ring of the school bell brings you both back to reality. “I thought you said-” “Screw what I said.” you say before leaning in to kiss him once more.

They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU ) 

PART 4

A/N: Two words: Lip-sync battle. SLAY TOM, SLAY. I WAS WEIRDLY TURNED ON BY HIS PERFORMANCE?? LIKE. I WOULD DO HIM IN THE SUIT, AND I WOULD DO HIM IN DRAG, AND I AM CRYING. That being said, if anyone wants to fangirl with me over Tom, please hit me up. I need more friends to fangirl with!! ( I also need a date with him ASAP. ) In other news, this was very heavily influenced by that scene in Catching Fire. Matt Murdock, the dumpster ninja, will be showing up in a few more chapters, and I cannot wait. :)))

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You leave the room – and the after party – without delay. Your walk is more of a stagger as the amount of champagne you’ve consumed just minutes before becomes apparent. Too much. And yet, not nearly enough. You move as calmly as possible towards the archway leading to the hall … To escape.

Or as much of an escape as you can manage with a limitless number of guards keeping watch over your every move.

You press a hand against the wall to steady yourself. Once you find an exit to the balcony, you grasp hold of a railing and try to calm yourself. A sob rises in your throat. You clamp your lips together to force it back.

No one told you the life of a princess would be this hard.

No one told you that you would have to give up your friends.

No one told you that a crown could weigh so heavily upon your head.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Light and good-humoured – not to mention vaguely familiar – a voice greets you from the shadows, you jarringly realise that you aren’t alone.

Normally, you would be thrilled – or shocked at the very least – to have New York’s very own Spiderman hanging from the fire escape only several feet away. It’s becoming a trend at school – all the girls are bragging about how Spiderman had saved them from robbers/harassment/bullying, and they’d proceeded to make out with Spiderman in some dark corner to ‘thank’ him.

And now he’s here. Real and alive. You could add on to the flood of wild stories, but you hardly need the added popularity. As it is, you could claim that you’d discovered Atlantis and people would believe you.

You manage a faint smile that comes across as more of a grimace on a pale and strained face that not even M.A.C and Elizabeth Arden can hide.

Willing your voice not to crack, you speak slowly, attempting to compose yourself, “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“What is your thing, then?”

He’s talking to you like he’s known you all your life. It’s warm and familiar and comforting somehow, to be talked to like a normal human being. No, “Yes, Your Highness”, or “As you wish, My Lady”. No airs, no treading on eggshells. Just … Normal conversation. You could cry. You want to cry.

“I enjoy horseback riding and embroidery.” Your voice sounds dead, even to your ears – it sounds like something you’ve memorised from a textbook. “I volunteer at soup kitchens in my free time, and I donate generously to churches and shelters.”

“I mean the real things.” His gaze is heavy on your face, so piercing that you think he can see all the way down into your soul. “Not the princess things.”

“I like watching movies,” You say, softly, carefully, after making sure that your grandmother isn’t going to jump out of nowhere to chide you for not giving the appropriate response. “I always watched them with my best friend.” There’s a sour taste in your mouth, almost like curdled milk, when you remember that you haven’t been to Peter’s in weeks, and that you haven’t been speaking to him for about as long. Swallowing, you continue, “I like books. Reading. Listening to music. You know. Teenager stuff.”

“Teenager stuff,” He repeats. “So why are you saying that other stuff?”

You let out a half laugh that sounds more like a hysterical hiccup. “Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

It’s what people want to hear. It’s what they expect from a princess. But your all your lies are piling up, one after another, and you’re afraid that soon they’ll collapse over you and will bury you under, and you won’t be able to climb out of the hole that you’ve dug yourself into.

“There’s always a choice.”

Not for me, you think, both angrily and wistfully. If you had any choice, you would abandon all your duties and run off to Antarctica to chill with the Penguins. You’d turn in your crown immediately. You’d become normal again. A regular girl, in a regular school, with a regular life.

You’d never thought you’d miss normalcy.

“You need a break.” Spiderman says, shaking his head in mock – or is it real? – disappointment. But then, his voice changes, takes on an edge of boyish excitement. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Go?” You wag your head hysterically. “Oh no no no, I can’t just … Go.”

“It’s not like I’m taking you to Aspen. Just around the city.”

Spiderman’s looking at you hopefully, almost child-like in his excitement. He holds out a hand, and you stare at it, wanting to take it, but still, unable to. What’s the harm? A voice whispers. Tomorrow you’ll have to go back to your life. All the press, the attention, the loneliness …

“Okay.”

Your cheeks warm. This is like something from a fairy tale – you the princess, and Spiderman the unconventional knight. You take his hand. It’s surprisingly warm and firm, and your own hand feels like it was made to hold his.

You try to think past these unwanted thoughts.

“Hold on tight. Okay?”

Before you can respond, you feel hands on your waist, and Spiderman’s lifting you up carefully, gently into his arms. He’s skinny, but a lot stronger than he looks. You accidentally slide back against his chest, breathing in the scent that clings to his skin – something warm, like cinnamon, vanilla, and the night air. Your heart inches its way into your throat. You’ll admit that you’re unusually nervous, but you chalk it up to being near to Spiderman. One breath is all you get the chance for though; he runs up to the edge of the roof and leaps right off it.

A loud scream escapes your lips. Your stomach plunges into a freefall, and your arms, once hanging limply at your side, now fly to wrap around Spiderman’s neck. You’re not sure if you’re strangling him with how tight you’re grabbing onto him, but right now, the only thought on your mind is holding on so that you don’t become a spot on the pavement.

You make a mental note to add ‘heights’ to the list of things you aren’t good at.

He has to shout to be heard over the cars honking, and the wind rushing by. “C’mon, open your eyes!”

“You’re crazy!” You squeak, praying that you won’t throw up all over his shiny new suit. “This was a bad idea!”

“I’m not going to drop you. You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

It’s hard to doubt the sincerity that rings true in his voice, but still, you glare suspiciously at the direction of his voice before opening your eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat. Wow. It looks absolutely stunning. New York at night, from the sky … It looks otherworldly, surreal. To your surprise, a laugh bubbles forth from you. Your hair streams back from your face, and a smile makes its way across your face. You’ve grown used to the strange, but not all together unpleasant feeling, of being weightless and free and infinite, of flying through the air.

You could get used to this.

“I – I, uh, saw the press conference.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Your mood had been rapidly improving, but now, the weight of all your mistakes comes crashing back down, hard, onto your shoulders. You’ve been teetering on the edge of tears all day, and this is all it takes for you to break down completely.

You cry Peter’s name.

And then you just cry.

His name, Ned’s name, Michelle’s name, in one desperate stream of sounds that you can’t separate from one another. You want someone to make things right; you want someone to make you not feel as if you’re constantly being pulled different ways by your heart and your head. Most of all, you want someone to tell you that everything will be alright; to promise that your friends won’t be hating you with every fibre of their beings.

Shit shit shit,” Spiderman’s saying from somewhere far away, panic and fear vibrating through those three words. “I said something wrong.”

Vaguely, you’re aware that the crisp night winds have stopped rifling through your hair, aware that you’re no longer flying through the air, have the vague sensation of being set down gently onto gravel. The cold and the damp press against your legs.

“My friends hate me,” You sob, scrubbing at your streaming eyes with the back of your hand. “My crush hates me. I said some things that I didn’t mean just now.”

Through the tears that blur your vision, Spiderman freezes, goes impossibly still, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Then why did you?” He asks softly.

“Because – Because I wanted to keep them safe,” You confess. Your throat aches as a horrible black ball of fear lodges itself under the roof of your mouth. “This – The Princess job isn’t safe, there are horrible people who want me dead, and if they manage to get to my friends, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“I get it.” Spiderman says, just as quietly, his voice suddenly sounding heavy and weary. “Believe me, I do.”

“No, you don’t!” You cry. It explodes out of you before you can stop it. You don’t know why you’re suddenly so angry, but you could shake him or cry. “You have no idea – No one does – I thought this would be fun, but it’s not! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and I’m in over my head, and I just want my friends back, but I can’t have them, and I just … I don’t know what to do anymore.”

The tears come in a flash flood. Exhaustion and self-pity roll over you. You’re sobbing even harder now, hunched over, and trembling in pain and sorrow and grief, with barely a pause to breathe as your frame is racked with the release of so many built-up emotions.

You think Spiderman’s left, but suddenly he’s holding you, warm and reassuring and real. You find yourself with your head buried in his shoulder, sobbing. He lets you cry it out, keeping you pressed tightly to him, and he’s making little noises into your hair, sounding positively pained that you’re miserable and he can’t do anything to help.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” He asks, once you’ve stopped crying.

All you can do is nod, still keeping your face buried into his neck.

He carries you into your room, through the window. He helps you to wash your makeup off, waits as you change out of your dress, helps you into bed, smoothing the covers over your still-trembling frame. Spiderman says goodnight, but you catch his hand and hold him there. You don’t want him to go, especially not when you feel so awful.

“Stay with me,” You whisper plaintively, like a small child. “Stay. Please.”

Fingers ghost through your hair, and you think you feel the brush of lips against your forehead. You think you hear Spiderman whisper a word back, but you’re too far gone to make it out.

Take Me Away - Drake x MC (PG)

A Drake fic for my friend, @ladyashtonofcordonia. I hope you feel better soon, my friend! 

Drake watches Louisa from across the crowded room. The stress of the tour is starting to wear on her. He can see it even though she’s clearly trying to hide it. She’s a good actress and he doubts any of the nobles have even noticed, but he has. He’s noticed the way her smile, though beautiful as ever, doesn’t reach her eyes anymore. Her bright, free-spirited nature is slowly being smothered by the demands of this life. Sipping his whiskey, Drake watches as she forces a laugh at something the duke she’s talking to says. He grips his glass tightly. God, I hate this. He’s always been uncomfortable in the courts. He only tolerates them for Liam’s sake. Now, watching them tear down another person he cares about, Drake wonders how much longer he’s going to last. After two months on this tour, he just wants to grab Louisa’s hand and run away into the night with her. Consequences be damned. 

The duke moves off, leaving Louisa alone. Drake watches as she looks around the room before slipping through the crowd and out the side door. After a beat, Drake tosses back the last of his drink and follows her. He steps out of the stuffy ballroom into the cool evening air and Drake pauses for a moment to just watch Louisa. Her hands are gripping the railing so tightly her knuckles are a pale shade of white. She’s staring upward, face tilted toward the setting sun. Her body trembles faintly and she takes several deep breaths as though she’s trying calm herself. She deserves so much better than this, Drake thinks as he steps forward. 

Louisa’s body tenses at the sound of his footsteps and he pauses again. 

“Hey, Tennant,” he says and Drake watches her shoulders drop in relief. She turns and gives him a small, strained smile. 

“Hi, Drake.” 

He walks up beside her, staring out across the royal estate. He tries not to be obvious, but his eyes are soon drawn back to Louisa. There are faint dark circles under her eyes and Drake wonders if she’s been sleeping. He certainly hasn’t. He spends most of his nights wondering how to find Tariq, how to save Liam from Madeleine, how to clear Louisa’s name, and, more than anything wishing she was laying beside him. 

“You’re staring.” 

Louisa’s quiet voice interrupts his thoughts and Drake ducks his head, embarrassed. 

“Sorry. You don’t look so good, Tennant,” Drake flinches as the words leave his mouth. 

“Wow,” Louisa laughs humorlessly, “thanks for that, Drake. Just what every girl wants to hear.” Nice work, jackass. 

“No. Dammit. Sorry,” Drake mutters. “That’s not what I meant. You always look good, Louisa. You just…you look tired.”

“Oh, well,” Louisa says, “that’s because I am tired.” 

Louisa takes a deep breath and gives a soul deep sigh before continuing, “I’m so tired of playing these games, of acting like I want to be here, of all these damn intrigues. I’m just so tired, Drake.” 

Louisa’s voice grows softer with each word, tears gathering in her eyes. Drake’s stomach clenches and he shoots a quick glance back toward the ballroom before taking Louisa’s hand and pulling her into the shadows away from the prying eyes. He gathers her into his arms and Louisa immediately nestles against his chest, hugging him tightly. 

Silence lingers between them and Drake feels a wave of sadness as he leans his cheek against the top of Louisa’s head. He knows he’s falling for this woman and all he wants is to protect her from this place and these people and he keeps failing at every turn. He knows they’re doing what they can to fix this and find the freedom to be together, but it just never feels like its enough. 

 Louisa shudders in his arms as she cries silently. Drake’s despondence turns to a burning anger in his chest. He hates this. He hates watching another strong, incredible woman that he cares about being beaten down. Louisa is stronger than Savannah, but Drake can see cracks are beginning to appear in Louisa too. How long before she breaks into pieces? How long before this place destroys her too? 

“Take me away,” Louisa whispers. Her voice is so low and quiet Drake almost misses it. 

“Louisa…”

“Please, Drake. Take me away from here.” 

Drake’s heart stops and for the briefest moment he thinks about saying yes and giving into the desires that he’s been feeling for months now, but then Louisa speaks again. 

“Just for a while. Get me away from here,” she pleads with him as she tilts her head back to meet his eyes. He can’t deny her this, even if it’s the absolute wrong thing to do. 

“How about we go for a drive?” he offers.

Louisa nods and Drake takes her hand, squeezing it tightly as he leads her away from the palace. 

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Love Thy Enemy - Jughead Jones X Mantle!Reader

Anonymous said:

I requested this last time requests were open and you said okay to it, but i never saw it, maybe i missed it, and its not that you have to or anything, i was just wondering what ever happened to the being reggies sister and dating jughead and defending him in the whole srudebt longe thing was.

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Sorry for the misunderstanding regarding the request! I hope you like it!


It was a known fact around Riverdale High School, that if anyone mess with you, Y/N Mantle, they’d face the wrath of your older brother. If he even thought that someone was flirting with you he’d lose it. It was nice having an older brother like Reggie, but at times it made it impossible to talk to anyone other than the football team. So when the opportunity presented itself, to go on a date wit Jughead Jones, you accepted it quietly. You and Jughead shared the same advanced English class, one Reggie or any of his friends didn’t have. You bonded over the different writing styles your favorite authors used and you were taken by his intelligence. His dry humor and snarky personality was one you had never seen before.

It seemed that he liked you too, because around a month of that class he asked you out for a tentative date. He knew very well what Reggie would do if he found out, so the two of you carefully planned out when and where you’d be meeting. The date went without a hitch, so you went on a next date, then one after that and so on. It was tough keeping you and Jughead a secret, because part of you just wanted to tell your family that you were in a relationship. A great relationship you hope will go far. One day you would, but today was not the day.

“Remember, we meet up in the lounge after school,” you turned to look at your brother and nodded. 

“How could I forget? You’ve told me every night this week that we’re staying after school on Friday.” 

He smiled, “yeah, just making sure. Thanks for agreeing to watch my game sis.” 

You nodded, “no problem Reg.” You said bye to your brother and headed off to your last class of the day, your English class.

You smiled when you walked through the door and walked over to where Jughead sat. You put your hands on his shoulders, “hey.”

 He turned his head and gave you his signature half smile, “hey.” You took the seat next to him, pulling your books out of your bag. “You staying to watch the game,” he asked and you smiled at him.

 “You know I am, are you,” you whispered, still feeling the pressure to hide. 

He nodded, “I know I won’t be able to talk to you, but we can text and look longingly at each other.” You let out a laugh and he smiled widely. 

“I will, I would’ve texted you anyway,” you said as the teacher walked in the room, demanding everyone’s attention. She started by going over notes, too fast for you to keep up. The notes took a majority of the class time, so your teacher was nice enough to withhold the assignment for the notes.

You turned to Jughead, “did you get the notes?” He nodded, pushing his notebook towards you and you started to copy the notes you missed. You reached the end of the page and smiled. An ‘I love you’ was scribbled at the bottom of the paper. You wrote next to it, ‘I love you too’, and pushed it back over to Jughead. He smiled down at his paper. 

“Can you spare a few minutes after class,” he asked and your smile fell. 

“I have to meet up with Reggie in the lounge, I don’t want him to get suspicious.” He nodded with a frown on his face. You reached for his hand under the desk, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“Maybe after the game I can go sleepover at Betty’s,” you whispered and Jughead looked up with his brow furrowed. “But then sneak off to the Drive-In,” you added and Jughead smiled. The urge to kiss him was stronger than ever but you couldn’t risk it. You just squeezed his hand instead, hoping that the touch would hold you over until later tonight. 

“It’s almost time to go,” he whispered as he looked at the clock. You still held onto his hand, wishing that time would stop for just a moment. “I’ll be in the lounge a minutes after you get there,” he said and you met his eye.

 “Okay, I’ll see you then,” he let go of your hand and a piece of your heart went with it. You would need to tell Reggie about Jughead soon, because sneaking around was becoming a bit tedious.

The bell rang a few moments later and you packed up your stuff. You made your way to the lounge, putting on your happy face as you walked through the doors. You brother was already there, sitting in a comfy looking chair. “There’s my sister,” he said, smiling at you. 

“Hey Reg,” you said, finding a spot to sit on the couch nearest to the wall. You listened as Reggie conversed with his friends and watched as more people filed into the room. The team started to talk about Jason Blossom when Jughead walked in. You locked eyes with him, silently speaking. He leaned against the wall you were closest to and you instantly felt a little more relaxed. That was, until your brother spoke up. 

“If someone here did kill Jason, it would be the lonely, sad internet troll that’s too busy writing his manifestos to get laid,” you held your breath, awaiting your brother’s final blow, “like Jughead!” You turned to your boyfriend who just rolled his eyes, “what was it like Suicide Squad?” 

You turned to your brother, “shut up Reggie. Leave him alone.” 

Your brother raised his eyebrows, “it’s just a question Y/N, chill out.” You stood up, placing yourself in between your brother and Jughead just to be safe. 

“Do you even realize what you’re accusing him of,” you asked and you heard Jughead’s foot falls behind you.

 “Y/N,” he whispered, but you just shook your head.

“Why are you even defending him?” You felt your blood blaze at Reggie’s words. This would be a sibling fight that no one would forget.

 “Because he’s a good person that cares about me, but you’re too busy being a jerk to see that.”

 Reggie stood up, “cares about you?” Jughead stepped closer to you, his hand grabbing yours. “Oh no, no. My sister is not dating that freak.” 

You felt tears in your eyes, “well it’s a little late for that Reggie.” You shouted at him and you watched the shock appear on his face. You let go of Jughead’s hand and stepped in front of your brother, “if you ever say anything bad about him again, I’ll tell mom how you managed to pass Chemistry.” 

Reggie stepped down, and you smiled smugly at him. Despite your victory, you felt your heart fall a little. This wasn’t the way you wanted to tell your brother, whom you cared about. With tears running down your cheeks, you marched out of the lounge. You walked down the hall, trying to get far enough away from that crowded room so you could breathe. When you stopped you felt a hand on your lower back. You turned your head slightly and saw Jughead looking at you with worry. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” he whispered, moving to stand in front of you.

 You shook your head, “I had to, I couldn’t let my own brother accuse you of that.” His green eyes shone down at you as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. You stepped closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

 “Thank you,” he murmured and you smiled. There was only a few times Jughead appeared this vulnerable. The first time was when he asked you out, the second being the time he told you he lived at the Drive-In. Especially when he first said ‘I love you.’ You pressed your face into his shoulder, wondering what to do next. “You wanna go to Pop’s until the game,” Jughead asked, almost as if he read your mind. You nodded and pulled away from him, just after grabbing his hand. The two of you walked down the hall and out of the school. “I love you,” he whispered and you looked up at him with a soft smile.

“I love you too,” and for the first time since you started dating him, you felt relieved that you could openly love Jughead Jones.

Star Kisses. [James T. Kirk Oneshot.]

A/N: I’m not going to lie, I intended this to be a 500 word thing, but woop it ended up being over 2,000 yikes.
I hope you guys like it, it’s actually my first official piece for Kirk. :) I’m kinda excited.
Reblogs and likes are appreciated, as is feedback!

Originally posted by themagicthatsme

Title: Star Kisses.
Pairing: Captain James T. Kirk x Female!Reader.
Words: 2319.
Rating: T.


“Here,” Kirk urged and sat a shot glass in front of you. It was full, to the very brim and a few drops of it landed on his fingers and landed silently on the bar table in front of you, “it’s on me.” The smile he gave you was charming enough to make your heart flutter inside of your chest.

“Thank you, Captain.” You replied and gazed down at the light brown liquid in the shot glass.

The smile on his face faltered ever so slightly at the name you had chosen to call him, his hand bringing his drink to his full lips so he could take a drink. Jim chuckled behind the glass before setting it down once again, this time, with a small ‘pat’ as it made contact with the oak counter. “You know, you don’t need to call me Captain right now. We’re not on duty.” Emphasizing his words, he nodded his head and looked at you.

This was very correct, but earlier this evening, you still found yourself surrounded by people like Pavel, Scotty, Leonard, Spock and Uhura, all of whom had already left, leaving you alone with the Captain. And as right as he was, you couldn’t find it in yourself to call him by anything else. He was your Captain, and you had forever called him that since you met him nearly three years ago. Prior to that, you had heard things about him while at Starfleet Academy, but you didn’t have the glorious opportunity of meeting him until you were assigned to the Enterprise, under the Science division. You had been working rather closely with Leonard, and in turn, Captain Kirk, since your time aboard, and had heard things from Leonard himself.

Pushing back what he had told you, that being “Jim is a womanizer, I wouldn’t think about getting too close”, you picked your shot up, and downed it. The alcohol burned at your throat as it slid down, and for a second, you scrunched your face up and sighed. It wasn’t an awful taste, but it was stronger than you had anticipated. The rush of drinking it lit up your senses momentarily as you were tugged back into reality by the drawl of his deep voice.

“You can call me Jim.”  He swallowed another drink, but you hadn’t even noticed that he picked up his glass again and was now waving it, signaling the bartender that he wanted another. His jaw clenched, the muscles there contracting in front of your eyes. The lighting that bounced off his skin was giving the appearance of godliness, illuminating his sharp features, the curve of his mouth, which curled mischievously on the sides, and the arch of his thick eyebrows. He continued. “Or if you want, James. I guess whichever you like better.”

“Kirk,” You said rather hastily and clutched the shot glass tightly in your hands.

“That works too.” As if he needed to be any more visually attractive, he turned in his seat to give you a smile that you were positive you’d never seen from anyone before. Whether it was made up of cockiness and slight drunkenness, or perhaps happiness, you couldn’t tell. But, it was the kind of smile that started at the edges of his mouth, to the edges around his bright eyes. It was a full on grin, and not one out of politeness. “As long as it’s not Captain.” He mumbled, watching with careful eyes as the bartender picked up his now empty glass and replaced it with a full one. Kirk gazed at you from his peripherals and slid the glass towards you and slurred to the bartender, “Can I get another one?” He was leaning forward in his seat, his ribcage rubbing against the edge of the counter.

A minute later, Kirk was drink in hand again and let his attention dwindle back to you. Lifting his glass, he knocked it towards you and whispered, “I’d like to make a toast. Well, more like a friendly gesture.” His mouth shut and he pursed his lips, his blue eyes fluttering as he tried to stay sane.

You chuckled quietly, watching him compose himself enough to actually speak clearly. You’d never seen him in such a state, and though you were sure a lot of other crew members might have, you still found it heart-wrenching that he appeared to trust you enough to see him like this. Not composed, to the point where speaking was a problem, and loose enough to actually have a good time without having to worry about the lives that were usually at stake on the Enterprise. His hair was slightly disheveled, and rather than lying to the left, parted neatly, it was rather messy, a few pieces scattered as if he pushed his hand through it multiple times this evening. This, you didn’t doubt. He was in civilian clothing, as were you, wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, a black t-shirt under a vintage leather jacket. Kirk, undoubtedly, looked amazing. And the way he moved, made you wonder if this was something he was aware of, or if he had enough to drink to be cockier than he usually was.

Nodding in agreement, you raised your glass so it paralleled his. “I for one, never realized how pretty you are,” He started rather confidently, “Wait, wait.” kirk squeezed his eyes shut, “I lie. I did realized… Realize how pretty you were, I was just too much of a baby to say anything to you, plus,” He leaned forward and momentarily, his glass rubbed against your own, “Bones would kill me if I tried to get with you. He’s like your dad or something, it’s kind of scary.” Kirk hiccuped, “I swear, this is no-not the alcohol talking. (Name)… I am very, very interested in you.”

“Isn’t that a conflict of interest, sir?” You asked and held your glass tightly. You were positive if the grip on it wasn’t so rough, it would slide out of your grip and explode on the floor. His words, and the brave tone of voice he had used, made your face burst with heat. Starting in the middle of your cheeks, to expand and sweep up to the tip of your ears. You weren’t sure if you were red, but if Kirk did mention, you could always blame it on the alcohol. “I’m one of your crew members… You’re the Captain. You’re directly above me. I don’t think it’s appro-”

“I don’t think the way you’re avoiding this is appropriate.” He suddenly said, sharply and clearly enough for you to understand, “You- you…” Kirk’s brows furrowed together, “don’t think I notice you staring? Or, or the way you get nervous around me?” You rested your glass back onto the counter. “I usually don’t know what I’m doing, I like to wing it, and I don’t like rules,” He explained to you, “But, I dunno. I kinda wanna see what it’s like to know what I’m doing.”

“We’d be fraternizing, sir.” His baby blue eyes shot up at that word.

“Well, technically, yeah.” Kirk gave you a sly grin, his voice rocketing inside of your ear, “But, I can bend the ruuuules just a little.” You knew this to be true, in some senses. But in others, not so much. What he’d call ‘bending the rules’ was actually flat out breaking them, sometimes with absolutely barbaric outcomes, sometimes, without any.

For a brief second, that felt like five minutes, you heavily considered this. The outcome, the entirety of the situation. Condensation lifted itself onto your chilled glass, dripping down onto the coaster that protected the oak counters from damage.

“If ya don’t say something, I’m taking it as a no, and I’m going to leave and cry my eyes out tonight.” Kirk joked, though deep down, you wondered if he was being serious. It was obvious that he two things when drunk. Emotional, and macho. Depending on the situation, these two things worked together beautifully, but as of right now, they were messing with your mind. “I mean, Uhura and Spock… They fra…” He had to pause and think of the word, “Fraternize, don’t they? By definition of the word, I mean. They have a personal relationship, which is what you’re implying would happen if we did, say…” You looked at him, watching as his mouth moved before taking a swig of the drink in his hand, “Kiss tonight.”

Kirk had leaned forward, only about a foot away from your face. One foot was on the floor steadying him so he didn’t stumble right on top of you. You could see the close up details of his face, the mischievous playfulness that rested behind his eyes. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like eternity before he finally spoke, “I know you want to. I can see it.”

This was undoubtedly true.

And the fact that you wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then and there, was also undoubtedly true.

“Is it still considered fraternizing if we do it off duty?” He intrigued, setting his glass down on the counter.

“Nothing’ll change the fact that you are the Captain of the Enterprise and I-”

“Bones was right,” Kirk chuckled and grasped the back of your head slowly. His fingers expanded, tangling into the depths of your hair, causing a shudder to break out down your spine at the sudden amount of affection he was giving you. “You’re such a goody two-shoes…” Kirk raised his hand and lightly pushed his thumb against your lips. It took all you had not to peep your tongue out,  “You like to follow the rules because they give you structure, I don’t blame you,” He replaced his finger, with his mouth, it only being  a few inches away from kissing yours, his breath dancing on your face and the vague taste of his lips lingering on yours overpowered you as he mumbled delicately, “but, you need to learn how to break a rule every once and awhile. Let me give you some structure. I’ve been told I’m good at that.”

“Who told you that?” You laughed quietly, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Uhm,” Kirk shut his eyes and puffed quietly, leaning his forehead against yours. “T-That doesn’t matter right now. Some girl, I think. First year at the Academy. Then again, she coulda been talking about something else.” Kirk had raised his eyebrows suggestively, opening his eyes in the process, “If you let me kiss yo-”

“You talk a lot.” You informed him, your right hand reaching forward to rest on his thigh as if to remind him you were only a few inches away from him, “I knew you did before, but this is a little extensive.”

“That, I have also been told. Actually, by Bones like three hours ago—”

“Let me talk, then.” Kirk popped his mouth shut at your sudden assertion and nodded. “Let’s say… I let you kiss me… We are off duty, after all…” He licked his mouth slowly, tantalizing you, “Then what?”

He smirked, ever so slightly, but enough for you to take notice, “I’d kiss you again. And again, and probably again…” He was inching closer and closer to you, the hand that was once on his thigh now resting on his side. The fabric of his leather jacket played at your fingertips as he craned his head down, his lips barely grazing against yours. It was minimal contact, but it was still enough to make your entire body light up. Starting at your lips, your senses came alive. There was a small beating at the base of your skull, like a headache, but oddly enough, it felt soothed when Kirk began brushing his fingers through your hair. Your mouth yearned for more when he push for a deeper, harder kiss.

There was something inexplicably wild about what was happening, his free hand raising to cup your jawline, subsequently making your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. For a minute, Kirk seemed to overpower you, his hands keeping you from moving, and yours bracing yourself against his body as he stood up from his seat. He ran the hand in your hair forward and grasped the other side of your jawline to cup your entire face, his mouth rapid against yours without necessarily pulling away. He tasted like everything he had to drink this evening. A bit of Cranberry vodka, a bit of a Bud Light Classic. Simultaneously, Kirk tasted sweet, bitter and warm. To contradict this, he felt physically soft. You had expected otherwise. You’d expected for the muscles of his torso to be hard, unmoving under your fingertips, and from between the fabric of his shirt. But, it wasn’t. Kirk was literally melting against you, his entire body, from head to toe, as if he needed to be near you. His mouth was melding against yours, assuring both of you were pleased by the pressure of the kiss.

It was a secure sensation. A structured action.

Pulling away from each other was the hardest thing to do. Kirk had stayed true to his words, and when his lips ceased contact with your own, even for a breath, he was diving in for another peck. The small, almost chaste kisses left you wanting much more.

You lifted your shoulders and breathed in heavily, his hands now resting on your forearms. It was chilly now, that you weren’t embraced by his warmth, but his fingers kept some parts of your skin warm. “Jim…”

“I knew I’d get you to call me by my name.” He chuckled cutely, running his hands up and down your arms, “I like how you say it… I like how it sounds. It’s like… The stars are calling my name.”

“That’s cheesy.” You whispered lightly, bumping your nose against his.

“But, it’s true.”

Please? Part Thirteen

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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The baby won’t stop crying, neither can you or Maggie. Tears stream down your face as Daryl hugs you close, as if he may lose you again. It was too much to see Maggie cut the baby out, too much to see Lori lay so still, her body going limp, but you couldn’t handle Carl shooting his own mother.

Seeing the rest of your group should have made you happy, but you notice not only Lori missing, but T-Dog and Carol as well.

Daryl rubs your back, trying his best to calm you down as he talks to Rick, whose on the ground, rolling in his own tears.

“Rick! Stay with us.” Daryl calls, letting go of you and waving a hand in front of Rick’s face. He goes silent, not moving, not speaking, no sound coming from him at all.

“The baby needs food.” Hershel calls from the steps.

You look over, watching Maggie hand the baby over to Carl and hugging onto Glenn. Carl starts to walk away and tries to calm her down.

“We got anythin’ a baby eats?” Daryl asks. “No, s’pose not. I’ll make a run.”

“I’ll come with you.” Maggie pulls away from Glenn and stands straight, wiping the tears from her face. “I have to.”

“Me too.” You look from Daryl to Maggie, daring either one of them to say no.

“Is that such a good idea?” Maggie lowers her voice. She thinks you’re crazy, too. That you lost your mind in there. “I mean…”

“I’m going.” You say through your teeth. You glance over to see Daryl whispering something to Beth. She nods and runs off, talking to Carl. You don’t know why a little bit of jealousy shoots through you, after all, that’s Beth. She’s younger than you, and Daryl never cared much about her before.

Daryl starts shouting orders, pointing all over the place. His orders are rough like gravel, sending chills down your spine every time he spoke, getting a little angrier if no one paid attention. He looks like a perfect leader.

He waves Maggie over and you instantly follow, Glenn just behind you. He’s saying something about a store being empty already, but you aren’t really listening. You’re looking around, looking at all the walkers that have started showing up around the fence, thanks to all the noise from earlier.

“I can only take one.” Daryl says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You say, a little dumbfounded that Daryl wouldn’t bring all of you.

“One.” He throws his leg over his bike and grabs onto the handles.

“I’m going.” Glenn says and starts over, but Maggie holds him back.

“I’m going.” She insists.

You hold up your hands and look at them. “Excuse me, I should be the one to go.”

Maggie looks over at you, pity on her face with her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned down. She sighs. “Y/N, I think you should lay down. That was a lot…”

“No, I will go with him. I can make runs now, I’m good.” You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow. “Am I good for nothing again?”

“Hey,” Daryl jumps off his bike and walks over. “What’s the hold up?”

Glenn looks away, not wanting to get in the middle of this.

“She should stay behind, get some rest.”

Daryl looks at you and puts his hands on his hips. “You causin’ trouble?” His tone was teasing, but you aren’t in the mood.

You roll your eyes and point to Maggie. “Why does she get to go? I want to do something. Get me out of here.”

Daryl nods to his bike. “Get on.” He looks at you and then Maggie. “Stay with Beth. She and I needa talk.” He moves over and gets back on.

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Daryl breaks a window and looks inside the house. Things were quiet between you two, which is fine for you. You aren’t in a talking mood. You want to get the stuff on the list Maggie gave you and go, though the prison isn’t exactly where you want to go to, but it’ll have to do. Daryl doesn’t want to leave and you know that.

You find the door is unlocked. You simply kick it up and walk inside, not bothering to raise your gun as you walk by the room Daryl is trying to break into.

He spots you and freezes. “Hey!” He whispers.

You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, where you start pulling open cabinets and drawers. You find a few cans of baby formula and a bottle that looks like it will do the job. You stuff those into your bag just before Daryl comes up behind you and pulls you around to face him.

“The hell’re you doin’?” He growls. “Tryna get yourself killed?”

“Just trying to get this shit so we can leave.” You grab the bag and swing it over your shoulder.

Daryl grabs onto a strap the bag has on the front and keeps you in place. Half of you thinks about swinging around and clocking him, but you decide against it, since he is stronger and can probably sense that you are about to do so. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” You look at him, facing him and crossing your arms. “About the fact I was supposed to help deliver a baby? The fact I witnessed a son killing his mother without batting an eye? The fact that we now have to be super careful because at any second a horde of walkers will come walking up to us in the one place we thought was safe?”

Daryl tilts his head and squints his eyes. “Wha? That’s what this is about?”

“No.” You throw your arms up in the air. He couldn’t understand. “Maybe. Daryl, I’m just so sick and tired of moving! We found a place. We were supposed to be this big, happy family and now that’s impossible! And then you didn’t want me coming along today, which was even worse and—“

Daryl pulls you to him, wrapping those muscly arms protectively around your small frame and hugging you close. He plants a kiss on your lips, most likely to have you stop talking. You admit to yourself that your little outburst wouldn’t help anything, this was unstoppable. This is how the new world works, people are different.

You stand on your tiptoes so Daryl can stand up straight instead of curving down to meet you. He backs the two of you up until your back hits the wall of the hallway and his overly large hands rest on either side of your shoulders. He keeps you in place by squishing you between his legs and pressing against your chest with his.

He growls a little as you touch his broad shoulders, shrugging until you understood that he wants you to hold your hands behind his head.

Once you’re holding onto him, he grabs your thighs and pulls them around his waist, still holding you against the wall as he tries to kiss you harder, not realizing his own strength, but you don’t want to stop him.

The rush of the moment engulfs Daryl and you, sending the two of you into a blinding heap on the floor, tangled within each other as the afternoon continues on, a bird chirping in the background as the only noise through the whole house.

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It hits you only after it’s done. Daryl is lying on you, his face buried in your fully clothed chest. His pants are still around his ankles, though yours seem to be missing from sight. You glance around, hoping that they’re in reach and you can slip them on quickly—no luck.

Daryl moves and lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours. His cheeks practically glow in the dim sunlight as he looks down, a little chuckle leaving his lips. “That jus’ happened…”

You nod, trying to keep the blanket you must have found somehow in the act and covered you two with. “You didn’t have to do that…” You mutter, still trying to spot your pants. The house is a mess anyway, there’s no telling where they landed.

He stops trying to pull his pants up and looks at you. “I thought… ya needed the distraction.”

“We don’t need another pregnancy.” You think you see your jeans. You lean over and snatch them up, pulling them on quickly before Daryl can abject.

“Whoa.” Daryl follows your lead, buckling his ripped up jeans and standing beside you. “I ain’t tryna impregnate you, Y/N.” He reaches out for your  shoulder but you pull away and cross your arms over your chest.

Tears sting your eyes, you try to blink them away so he doesn’t see how upset you are. “I don’t want to become another Lori…”

You hear his footsteps walk over to you and feel his hand on your back. He gently rubs between your shoulder blades and kisses the top of your head. “I ain’t lettin’ that happen. We ain’t gotta make love no more…”

You turn around and wipe away the tears from under your eyes. “Make love?”

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Baby cries harder which each passing minute. You follow Daryl inside, carrying the bag full of baby supplies you hope are needed to raise a newborn.

You set the bag on a table and Maggie and Beth rush over, Beth making up a bottle as quickly as she can.

You glance over and see Daryl holding the baby. He’s got her head placed on his elbow for support and his other hand lying on her tummy until Beth hands him the bottle. He sticks it in her mouth, making her quiet—finally.

“You’re so good with her.” You say gently, no longer mad. How could you be? Daryl is good with kids, he always has been. Sophia, Carl, now Carl’s little sister.

Daryl smiles at you, a certain twinkle in his eye that told you everything will be okay.

Deeper -Junhong [Zelo]- *smut*

Part three of B.A.P Skydive smut scenarios

Title: Deeper
Pairing: Junhong + Reader

Plot: You’ve been good, just not good enough.
Warning: Oral, teasing, orgasm denial, pet names, etc. There is no actual sex, this is only fingering and that shit sorry.
A/N: wHy is THis So LatE?? WeLL Who KnOWs?? This is actually so late though what the heck.

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🎃 Halloween special #2 🎃

🕸 requested: Jungkook + angst + prompts 5 (I’m going to take care of you, okay?), 6 (you can’t die. please don’t die) & 41 (have you lost your fucking mind?) 🕸

warnings ⚠ violence, sensible topics, a lot of angst.

Halloween requests are still open, find all about it here 💞

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Jungkook couldn’t help but blame himself. 

 “Can you stop? I’m trying to watch the news” your voice echoes through his head, like the universe was purposely mocking him, making him listen to you as if you were still there next to him. 

“Oh come on, it’s Halloween’s night babe! We have to go, you know it! “ 

The look of exasperation on your face is engraved on fire in the back of his eyes, unable to stop seeing you even when he closes them, and he knows he won’t be able to forget the way your brows furrowed and your lips pursed as you harshly pressed the button of the remote to turn the television off for as long as he continues to live. 

It occurs to him now that he should have let you see the news, and maybe, just maybe things would have been different.

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and the lights they get stronger the longer that you have to wait (for the honor to be great)

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Part 2 of the Take Me As I Am series.

Chapter 3

In his time as a teacher for the General Ed course within U.A, Psyren has seen a lot of hopefuls pass through these doors. He’s seen talent, raw and unfettered, he’s seen passion, burning bright throughout chaos. He’s watched some of the finest doctors, policemen, firemen and more come out of his students, and he’s been fiercely proud of them all. His guppies are thriving, and they’re making the most out of their lives, and that’s the best kind of thing a man like him can witness. 

But lately, there’s been a trend of increasingly… how should he put it… lazy heroes emerging from the ranks. Those who believe that now that they’ve made it into the Pro circuit (or even just U.A), they can coast through the rest of their life on nothing but good fortune and their name. That no effort is needed in order to be a true hero. It’s a mindset that makes Psyren spit. 

And the other teachers aren’t kind about it either. Aizawa Shouta, an underground hero known as Eraserhead, expelled an entire class and then some in his last year alone. All of them were by-the-book expulsions, rather than done simply because he didn’t like them. The student records told a somber story - a story of immature, lazy children who wanted everything handed to them because they believed that telling people they went to U.A would make them the best automatically. A story that is sadly becoming more common in this day and age.

To General Psyren, who grew up dirt poor, in an area where flooding was common and death even more so, who clawed his way through the Navy Rescue Squad training and became a General - no, the name isn’t just for show - it’s the ultimate show of disrespect. Because here are children who have a chance at a genuinely good future, and all they have to do is reach for it. But they refuse, because somehow the mere act of reaching is too difficult for them. 

Which is why watching Midoriya Izuku’s test video is so thrilling. 

It’s clear to him right off the bat that the boy is nervous, and that’s a good thing. The kids don’t know it, but the front of the stage is recorded as well, so the teachers can get a sense of just what kind of personalities the kids have by the way they approach the stage. Izuku Midoriya walks up to the stage in the same way a cautious cat might come to inspect something new in their territory. He looks around at the other candidates from under his hair, keeping his eyes moving. He’s ready to move without even being aware of it. 

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The Rescuer

Here’s the completed writing commission for @blondetwist that goes along with the art piece for Bahari! It’s a little different than my usual, having multiple parts, but I hope you enjoy! It’s pretty long, so keep that in mind! (>5000 words)


It was the best sort of day for a beach trip: the sky was clear, the temperature not too hot, and best of all, few people around. You’d been lucky to have your friend let you borrow their beachfront place for your vacation. You were looking forward to a nice couple of weeks of sun, sand, and sea.

You spend a bit of time sitting on the beach, before getting antsy and running out into the waves. You giggle as you wade out into the cool water; this is what beach life was all about. You paddle out a bit until your feet come off the bottom, and you float for a few minutes, staring up into the sky.

Suddenly, you’re yanked under and tumble beneath the water for a moment. You break the surface and look around. You see the beach getting further and further away, and you realize that you’d drifted into a rip current. You’d heard about them in the past, but never thought you’d encounter one. As the shore slips away, you try furiously to swim back. The more you try to escape, the further it seems to push you. You feel yourself beginning to grow tired, your arms and legs getting heavy. Panic rises in your chest and you try to call out for help, but there’s nobody around to hear. You sink lower in the water, waves breaking over your head.

Before long, a large wave pushes you under. You try to reach the surface again, but you can’t seem to make it. You look up and realize that you’re facing the wrong direction; the current has turned you around and upside down. Your lungs burn as you fight to right yourself, but the edges of your vision begin to darken, and you feel yourself weakening more and more. Just before your vision fails, a stream of bubbles escapes your lips and a dark shadow passes over you.

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The Matchmakers - Part 10

A drabble series I’m working on with @setthestarsxnfire - we wrote this one together! Another long one so more under the cut!

ZEN: Would you just shut up?

Jumin Han: I don’t see why I should.

ZEN: No one cares about your stupid cat.
ZEN: I’m sick of hearing about you and that thing.

Jumin Han: Elizabeth the third is not a thing.
Jumin Han: She’s my companion.
Jumin Han: At least I’m not complaining to everyone about my non-existent love life, like a brat I know.

V: Jumin…

Jumin Han: I, however, do hope that you can find someone who can tolerate your bullshit.
Jumin Han: So that you can disappear from this chat and bother them instead.
Jumin Han: Let’s be honest, people only care about your looks.

Yoosung★: omg

ZEN: Oh, yeah?

MC: Guys

ZEN: Well, I hope you find someone in your life
ZEN: Who’s not in it for the money

Jaehee Kang: O.O

ZEN: But that’s never going to happen.
ZEN: You only care about money and that stupid cat.

Jumin Han: Fuck off, Zen.

ZEN: With pleasure.
ZEN: I feel sick just being in the same chatroom as you.

707: Holy shit

Jumin Han: The feeling is mutual, I have tolerated a brat for too long.

ZEN: Fuck you, jerk.

- Zen has logged off -
- Jumin Han has logged off -

Saeran: What the fuck.

Yoosung★: TnT Why are they fighting now? Did something happen in the photo shoot yesterday?!

MC: No!
MC: Or at least, not while we were in the room.

Jaehee Kang: Something must has happened when we were gone, MC…

V: And it was probably quite harsh to get them to carry the fight all over here.

707: Cat mom and prince charming…
707: T_T My otp orz

Jaehee Kang: Let’s discuss this in private.

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