Warnings: super long, longer than intended, fluff, maybe kind of spoiler about the season finale but I guess you have all seen it. I SWEAR I DIDN’T INTEND ON WRITE SUCH A LONG IMAGINE BUT I’M PROUD!
A/N: this is seriously as good as it could be. It is currently very late at night and while I was trying to sleep I couldn’t cause someone is having a wedding on the next street and there are fireworks, which I’m scared of so heeey I got a distraction…..I swear this is 100% your average big greek fat wedding going on in that house. IT’S BEEN ALMOST 6 HOURS NOW!!! Sorry I rumble about this… Anyway enjoy my late night creation ♥
PS. Let’s pretend that Fred was either not shot or survived the shot…
@tayrae515 asked: Ok so don’t hate me but I had another idea! Could you do one where you are once again Archie’s younger sister and you and Jughead are really close friends so when he became a serpent you were around them a lot and became friends of the serpents and because they take care of there own the offer you a jacket to and Archie and Betty and the gang find out and get upset, they feel like they already lost Juggie and don’t want to lose another friend but you join and idk fluff? Jughead x reader. 💕💕💕
Even with all that crazy stuff following you ever since the death of Jason Blossom, you thought that for once you could have a quiet day. And you did, but not for long. You woke up that morning with your brother, Archie, and his best friend ,and roomate, Jughead jumping on top of you. They were laughing while trying to wake you up to have break fast and go to school with them. As soon as you realised what was going on the two dorks started tickling you and the extreme laughter combined with the extreme ab exersise you were getting by it didn’t really let you talk. “Stop! Stop you are killing me,” you yelled. “DAD! SAVE ME!” You called at him after seeing him standing by the door, admiring the joyfull moment before him. “Hey, boys, enough,” he tried stoping him but the didn’t stop. “Well, you know what they say, Y/N. ‘If you can’t stop them, join them’ .“ “NO!” You screamed as your dad joined the two boys tickling you; more like stabbing you, with their fingers.
“I hate you all,” you said at the two boys sitting in front of you eating breakfast trying to suppress their chuckles. “She’s right, you know,” your father butted in jokingly. “Oh, you don’t talk,” you grumped and went on with your breakfast as the man let out a breathy laugh.
The day seemed to be rather calm. You know, stupid classes, small breaks, lunch with your brother and his friends; in which Jughead would not stop tickling you. You really had no idea why they were like that today but you liked it. As much as you hated to admit you liked it. But, your quiet day came to an end as soon as you walked inside your house with your brother and your close friend short behind you.
As you stepped a foot inside you spotted a woman around the age of your father talking to him. “Hey, guys. This is Ms. Weiss from Social Services. She’s, uh, she’s Jughead’s case worker.” Your father declared as soon as he saw you three. You all seemed shocked and you were. While the boys walked towards the small kitchen you followed close behind. “Jughead, I know how terrible and emotional the last few days have been for you. Your father’s facing serious jail time. Your mom’s over-extended and out of state. We just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.” The woman admitted and Archie butted in , “Well, he can keep staying with us, right, Dad?” Your father simply sent him a sad smile telling him that he already offered. At that moment you knew what was coming. You took Jughead’s arm in your hands and held it firmly, while you later proceeded on hugging it close you your body and interwine your fingers together. He turned his gaze on you for a second smile at the sight of you like this. No, you were not together, not that it would bother you. But Jughead was the person you truly fitten in with. He was quiet and so were you. You were the two members of the little group of friends that would never talk, and when you were it would mostly be between you two and you would be just making sarcastic remarks. “Great, so what’s the problem?” You asked even though you knew the answer. “It was a DUI. After your mom left. Look, we can talk about this later but between that and my cash flow problem, it knocks me out.” Your father explained as Jughead gave your hand a reasuring squeeze. “There is a family on the Southside that’s offered to foster you. They’re good people, they’ve worked with us before.” The woman added while looking at him. “That doesn’t sound completely horrible.” Jughead reasoned, saying that mostly for you to hear. “It does mean you’ll be in a different school district, Jughead, and you’ll have to transfer schools.” That’s when you lost it. The only person you were comfortable around in school was going to tranfer to the southside. Great, wasn’t that just great?
After leaving them and dashing into your room you were completely unaware of anything else that was said. All you could do was stay in your room and try to calm down a bit. There was a soft knock on the door and without having anytime time to answer the sudden visitor opened the door. “Are you ok?” A person you recognised as Jughead asked. You slowly rearrenge your posistion so you could look at him. “Do I look ok?” you replied with tear stained eyes. “Oh, little one, come here. I’m not gonna be that far away,” he said hugging you close to his body. “I’ll tell you what. I will be staying at my dad’s house, ok? And you will be coming over as frequently as you would like, ok? We could even have sleepovers!” He cheered trying to explain to you that it was not the end of the world. “Yeah, ok. But you will not be there with me at school. How will I do that?” you asked, probably acting like a baby but you didn’t care. “Well, uhm, I could give you my beanie but we both now I won’t,” he said jokingly and making you smlie, “but I will give you one of my flannels. You can wear it on school and it’ll be as if I’m there, yeah?” He said giving you a peck on the forehead. “Good. Want me to sleep here tonight?” he asked and you simply nodded as he started getting comfortable in the bed and pulling you towards his body, embrassing yoy and allowing the heat to warm your small body up in this cold night. “The door stays open,” your father called passing by, always destroying the moment.
It had already been a couple of days ever since Jughead moved to the southside and you spent most of your time there.You would finish school and then you would instantly run to FP’s trailer to meet Jug and today was not going to be any different. The thing was that before that Jughead would come over so you all would go to the Jubilee together and as much as he hated it he did it for you. He walked inside and was stunned after he saw you. You were standing by the kitchen island with your brother and mother. A stunning off-the-shoulder tight-fitted black dress, falling down to your knees. You looked absolutely stunning and Jughead could not hide it. “Oh, Jug’s here,” your mother called and you saw the boy looking at you all. “Jug!” You called and walked up to hug him. “Hey little one,” he said hugging back and giving you a forehead kiss. “Are they a thing?” Your mother asked Archie silently that replied with a disappointed no. “I think we should head off,” your dad said and grabbed his car keys as you all walked to the truck.
After the boring dance was over… Well, it was not so boring. I mean you had Betty’s speach and your brother sing with his current love intrest, and your mum being annoying and a lot more things, but let’s stick to boring. So, after the boring dance was over you and Jughead were going to walk to his father’s trailer, watch a movie and you would then sleep here. And that’s exactly what happened, with a little twist. You made it to your destination and walked inside. Jughead offered you a shirt of his he knew would be huge on you and a pair of his boxers as shorts, knowing that his sweatpants would be enormous on you. You were after all tiny in front of him, but he found that cute. Not that you knew. After putting that on you found Jughead sitting on the couch turning on the TV to find a good movie, and knowing him it would probably be some great old one or a scary movie since he was always amused when you got scared. But his actions were stopped when there was a knock on the door. He walked outside but you didn’t know what happened until you got out as well to see what took him so long and he was wearing his father’s Serpent jacket. When he saw you he seemed scared of your reaction but you took it surprisingly well. You even said that he looked like a very dark version of Clark Kent with the hair and all, or like a younger and more adorable version of Damon Salvatore. After that you continued doing what was on your original plans.
Your brother and his friends were devastated when they saw Jughead walk inside Pop’s wearing his Serpent jacket. Betty was shocked to say the least, while your brother seemed angry, Veronica didn’t think much of it and neither did Kevin so they just kept on making jokes and comments like the ones you did when he was given the jacket. The downside of this was that you were going to have your brother talk about this for a long long time, but you would indeed avoid it as much as possible.
It had been about a week since Jughead became in charge of the southside Surpents, since his father was the ‘leader’ before. But he did have help both from you and a man’s that was second-in-command that took his dad’s place until Jughead came to the southside. Due to that and because you and him seemed to become even closer with everything that happened you spent a lot of time together in the southside, either just walking around and talking, or staying at his house, or some times spending a lot of time in the Whyte Wyrm. Everyone was surprised and you constantly had your brother or father trying to keep you from going there with Jug, but you didn’t seemed to care. The thing is the Serpents accept you as their own, they got your back not matter what. Like that time this girl from your school started calling you names and some of them happened to be around they did everything to protect you from her and make sure you didn’t actually believe everything she said. They even had one of their own stick around you just to make sure you were ok but your brother didn’t know.
One day you all were going to hang out over at Jug’s so you, your brother and the girls were driving there in Archie’s truck. Just as you stepped outside a bunch of Serpents appeared in front of you. Betty got scared, thinking they would attack you or something, since they were told you to stop walking, and she hurried to get Jughead. He walked towards you watching as the second-in-command came over to you and hugged you. “Look,” he began, “we see your friends here are like family to you, you are one of them. But you are family to us and you are one of us. And you know how we take of our own. So we wanted you to know that we will keep on taking care of you, kid. It’s always good when you stick around and, well, we thought you deserve to have this. You deserve to have this cause, as I said you are one of us.” He finished. It was so sweet how much these people cared for you. I mean you grew up with the idea that they are vicious and bad. But they’re not. They are nice people; different people that are under the influence of the stereotypes. You smiled at the man and reached for the jacked but Archie stopped you. “Y/N, no. Don’t you dare. You are not a surpent. You are one of us.” He said. “He’s right, Y/N. You don’t belong with them but with us.” Veronica butted in, agreeing with the stupidity of my brother. “We already lost Jughead to the serpents,little one, we can’t lose you as well,” said Betty adding to the anger that began to boil inside of you. “You are joking right? You don’t mean this stupid things you said.” You mumble. “No, Y/N we’re not,” replied Archie. You looked down for a second contemplaiting what was going on exactly, and then you did what your friends and brother didn’t want you to. You grabbed the jacket from the surpent and wrapped it around your body. After a long time you felt like home. You felt that you truly belonged somewhere. The serpents start cheering on your decision the one that gave you the jacket even hugged you once again. Jughead stared in aw as the two girls with Archie walked inside.
The serpents left and both you and Jughead walked inside meeting a furious Archie, a disappointed Betty and an annoyed Veronica. “What’s wrong with you guys?” You asked trying to understand why they all were like that. “What’s wrong? You ask what’s wrong? Y/N, you are no serpent. You are my sister. They are no good for you.” Archie said pacing up and down the small space. “Arch are you joking? They are amazing people. At least most of them. They treat me like family, they take care of me. They have on of their own to keep an eye on me and make sure I’m safe with all that shit you guys get yourselfs into and drag me into as well.” You fired back at him. “Wow, Y/N, wow.” Betty said looking at you with a very disappointed, almost discussted look. Tears pricked your eyes as this kept going on for a while. “Just don’t come home until you find a way to explain this to dad,” he said in an angry matter. “That’s it. Get out. All of you get out. And don’t come talk to me or her until you stop being irrational.” Jughead yelled, seeing how these words hurt you. You started sobbing in an instand as Archie said that and Jughead pulled you into his arms. Archie tried to apologise but Jug didn’t let him. “I said leave. Now.” He chanted once more since your brother wouldn’t leave. Eventually he did and Jughead picked you up and walked to the couch.
The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he threw you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.
If you’re looking at Tina Goldstein and Newt Scamander, then reading the blurb about FBaWtFT2 and wondering how long it could POSSIBLY take for these two idiots to get their shit together and get married…you really didn’t pay attention to the first movie at all, did you?
Here we have Tina who:
- is the career girl, a MACUSA Auror at 25 (I mean holy shit that is impressive)
- supports her baby sister
- probably has no interest in playing house for any reason (see: Career Girl)
- almost certainly doesn’t want kids (see again: Career Girl)
- does not want to live in England OR a suitcase and actually only wants to live in NYC (see: MACUSA and sister)
- doles out 10 “oh no you did not just do that” looks for every half-smile
- dresses in menswear
- literally is too oblivious to notice mustard on her nose
- can’t verbally express actual emotions to save her life
And then there’s Newt who:
- is happiest when he’s traveling the world
- works at MoM (England) when he’s not traveling the world
- has a fierce connection and loyalty to Hogwarts and Dumbledore
- literally lives out of a suitcase
- already has like a hundred children (make no mistake I mean he calls himself “mum.”)
- annoys people
- sulks when he doesn’t get his way at age 29
- gets flustered and sad when Tina yells at him
- is still hung up on his ex who is clearly a sociopath
- can’t verbally express emotions to save his life
Rose invited Scorpius over for the afternoon one summer to have dinner with them, but Ron insisted on having a chat with him because he thought they were dating, even though Rose insisted that they were not. So, Scorpius sat down and talked to Ron and...
What’s your full name?
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Some people call me Scorp.
I hear you tease Rose sometimes.
Um... *rubs the back of his neck* I used to in first to third year, but we're friends now. I promise I won't do it anymore. Posie- I mean, Rose- is so funny when she's angry, that's all.
So, Scorpius, you’re how old now? *looking gruff and like he’ll shoot Scorpius*
Fourth year, hm?
Yep. Same year as Rose. OWLs will be next year, so I’m pretty nervous. I know Posie will do well though, she’s brilliant.
Yes, well, she’s her mother’s daughter. *chuckles* What’s your favourite subject?
Potions, because Dad taught me. But Charms is fun when Posie helps me out.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Maybe a Professor. I love Hogwarts. I'm not as good at it, but I think that I’d like to teach Transfiguration though, it’s so cool. McGonagall’s my favourite teacher.
I see. And what about your father and mother, do you get along with them?
Well- this is rare, but it happens - Dad loses his temper. He’ll snap at me and Mum. Mum annoys me from time to time. She’s a stickler for dressing up and being clean and all that.
My mum was like that and now my wife is too. Terrible fate, I’ve got.
I HEARD THAT!
You like Wizard chess?
Yes, Al and I play all the time in the Slytherin common room.
Really? *chuckles* Reminds me of me and Harry. And what about Quidditch? Do you play?
No, sir. I like to watch, though. James is really good and so is that Zabini bloke from my house. And I really love the Chud-
*screams at him and flails his arms* CHUDLEY CANONS?!
*looking scared* Uh... y-yeah... it’s my... um...favourite team. Why? Is... is that bad? I'm s-sorry.
*shakes his hand* Welcome to the family!
What? But I’m...
You Puddlemore supporter!
Puddlemore? Hugo, are you off your rockers?
I love this one. I love him. *hugs Scorpius*
But sir, Rose and I aren’t even dating. She’s my friend.
What do you think of her?
Well... she’s respectable and funny and kind and brave and... *blushes just a bit* maybe a teensy bit pretty?
Yes, Dad? Is dinner ready? I was just working on my History of Magic assignment and I-
You marry this one, okay? *pats him on the back and squeals* He likes Chudley Canons!
I give up all the things I said about you never marrying a Malfoy. Just go ahead, fall in love! *pushes him towards her* So long as he keeps loving Chudleys. Say, what was your favourite game?
*grinning like a fool* Which one? Come on, then.
1988 Winter Games. I saw it on tape with Dad.
I’m calling Draco on the pellyphone to arrange a marriage.
What? Ron, you can’t! Rose needs to make her own choices. Plus, you hated the Malfoys, why do you change your mind over a Quidditch team?
Dad, I don't want to have an arranged marriage!
*ignoring them* Hello, Malfoy? I’d like to ask a favour...
RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!
Um... sorry, my family’s crazy. *blushing*
Yep, I can see that. I don’t mind. *smiles at her*
How did you meet EG? Like, how are you that lucky?
With me being a huge nerd and being super intimidated of her for like a semester because I thought she was the coolest person ever
So, the first time we met officially, @egdramaqueen was sitting in the theatre hallway and said, “I’m really close to a follower milestone,” (I think it was 2,000 or something) and I thought she was the coolest person ever so I was like, “I can follow you!”
Then she said, “Just a warning, it’s a Harry Potter roleplay blog,” and me being the huge nerd I am said, “Oh, that’s not a problem.” So that’s how I first got introduced to her and the community.
A couple months passed,
We got to talk during rush week and she was talking to me and said something along the lines of:
(I was a huge bit of a fan of her work, not gonna lie.)
Also, a lot of me cleaning her apartment.
But EG is probably one of the closest friends I’ve made at school, and she’s killing it in Italy right now, and I’m so happy I got to know her and proud of her accomplishments so far.
summary: you thought your close friend and long time crush James Buchanan Barnes was going off to war, but it seems you would be the one to battle all types of war from being a weapon for a dangerous organization known as Hyrda, to fighting a war with your own mind.
pairings: Bucky x female reader
warnings: angst, violence, car crash, injections, swearing,
thoughts are in italics
A/N: i really appreciate all of the great feedback i got from the original Daughter of Hades, but personally i wasn’t happy with some of the content and decided to rewrite the (unfinished) series with a new plot :) i hope everyone enjoys this adaptation as much as the first <3
Naturally, you weren’t much of a drinker, you’d have a couple of beers and stop there. People would call you the sober one, even though you drank more than any normal girl. They’d say you weren’t fun; but you felt responsible for your friends and wanted to make sure they got home safe. But with Bucky leaving for war soon, why not have more than usual? You’d been out with a few friends tonight, two of your closest friends Bucky and Steve who you’ve known since high school, and Clara who had just dealt with a break up. She was completely heart broken and ended up having two beers, a whisky and three glasses of wine. You had just been to the bathroom and returned to see Steve and Bucky at the bar, with Clara in a corner booth with her head on the table next to an uncomfortably close man.
“Steve! Bucky!” You shouted over the chatter so you could scowl at them for not looking after your friend. “Why is Clara half asleep on the table?” You said in your mun voice with your hands on your hips.
“She went to sit with some girls that new her.” Bucky said without turning to look at her, but he was never good at looking confident when you were in your mum stance.
at their ignorance and carelessness, you grabbed both of them by the ear and
turned them to Clara’s table. “I’m pretty sure he is not a girl and that Clara does not know him.” You pushed through the middle of them to make your way to Clara, but not without smacking both of them on the back of the head.
“Clara, honey I think it’s time we get you home.” You shook her gently to stir her awake, to which she sat up a little to quickly.
She moaned and held her head, “Okay, but I’m driving,”
You chuckled lightly and helped her out of the booth; you started walking to Bucky and Steve, when someone grabbed your arm. “Hey, you can’t take her away she’s with me.” The man that was next to Clara slurred his words together, his breath reeked of alcohol.
“I don’t think so.” You tried pulling your arm free but he tightened his grip.
“C’mon she’s safe with me.” He leant in further to you.
“Look sweetie, nobody would be safe with you. We’re leaving.”
“Alright you can stay if you want,” He started raising his voice which caught the attention of Steve and Bucky. You finally got your arm free and turned away again, “but you’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” He landed a hard smack on your ass and grinned proudly. You froze in your tracks and slowly turned to face him.
wanted to punch that guy in the face so hard for what he just did to you; his
crush on you meant he was always overprotective but this time it was necessary.
But before he was within three feet of the man, you punched him square in the
nose. There was a loud crack as his head flew back and he lost his balance, you
kicked him in the groin for good measure making him curl up on the floor.
When you turned around, Steve was holding up Clara, Bucky was gawking at you and the whole bar was quiet. Even the music had stopped. You smoothed out the creases in your dress and smiled like you just walked into the room. Your heels echoed throughout the room as you moved to Clara.
The music quickly returned and so did the chatter, probably about the kind faced woman giving a drunken giant a broken nose. You thanked Steve for helping Clara and turned to Bucky who still stared at you in awe.
“You catching flies there Buck?” When you didn’t get a reply you pushed up his jaw and gave him a lingered kiss on the cheek. “I’m taking Clara home, I’ll see you tomorrow. Dancing right?” He nodded slowly. You gave Steve a peck on the cheek as well. “Bye Steve.”
“Wait Y/N, are you going to get home okay?” It was cute how concerned he looked while still having the shock in his eyes from the current events. It did annoy you slightly though.
“Sweetie, I’m not that far away from here I’ll be fine.” You winked and then left.
Bucky, still quite shocked at the fight you put up, sat down in his stool bar and sighed. “What am I going to do punk?”
Steve retook his seat next to Bucky and ordered drinks for the two. “What do you mean?” Bucky was never unsure of anything, especially when it came to girls.
“I think I’m in love.” He replied with a smile.
“You’ve got to tell her Buck. What happened to the confident, ladies man I grew up with? Y’know, say something before its too late.” Steve rested a hand on Bucky’s back.
The bartender returned with their drinks and Bucky took a sip; he’d be shipping to England soon and he may never see you again. But for once in his life he didn’t know what to say to a girl. You weren’t like the other girls he’s dated; you were cocky, you preferred hanging out with the boys, you weren’t afraid to stand up for yourself; you just beat up a guy in front of a bar full of people and when the two of you first met you were the first to resist his charm.
He raised his glass to Steve in cheers. “Tomorrow. When we go dancing.” He said smiling.
“I’ll make sure of that.”
“I know you would. If I don’t you’ll be on my ass ‘till I leave.” They both laughed loudly, and did for the rest of the night.
The drive home was thankfully peaceful, Clara had fallen asleep, rain was tapping on the roof and windshield of the car, and there was no traffic. Unusual. The street lamps created a warm, orange hue that reflected off the wet roads and created the illusion of driving on a river that was ablaze with an auburn fire. Either that or you had started hallucinating due to the amount of alcohol you drank. But you were a good driver none the less, and a safe one at that.
But it surprised you when your headache got painfully stronger and the pounding in your head got louder Your vision had also started to blur, which is probably why you didn’t notice the tow large military Jeeps in front and behind you, suddenly appear. The problem was the one in front of you was facing you, you just didn’t know.
The Jeep behind you suddenly sped up and pulled up beside the driver’s door, it then rammed into the car forcefully and bent your car door inwards, trapping your arm. You managed to keep control of the car but didn’t hit the brakes, adrenaline had clouded your thinking skills. The Jeep next to you slowed and your gaze followed it as it dropped behind you.
When you returned your gaze to the road ahead, you were met with full beam headlights directly in your path by around 20 meters. You tried to swerve out f the way but the passenger side grazed the Jeep and the back flew out. The car spun twice before clipping the kerb and rolling down the main street in a battered wreck.
The car was now on it’s side in the middle of the road. You looked to your right to see Clara’s body lazily slumped against the car door as your seatbelt held you above her. Drops of blood were dripping from your head and landing on her beautiful face, then slowly running across the valley of her features. There was a large pool of blood next to her, when you followed the drips of blood you traced it to your left arm which hung loosely across your chest. It was broken. You groggily muttered Clara’s name to ask her for her injuries, but soon realized that her chest lay still and that another pool of blood bordered her head.
light shines across your face for a brief second; you look up to see two dark
figures walking towards you, flashlight in hand. They were talking amongst
themselves in a foreign language with thick accents as they approached. If you
weren’t hanging limply in your car with a broken arm you would’ve tried to get
out and see who they were, but you were slowly losing consciousness.
a moment you thought you were hallucinating, but in fact the car was being
turned to sit haphazardly on all four wheels. The quick and unsettling movement
caused pain to grow all over your body, especially due to your head and arm
car door was ripped from its secure spot, exposing the two mangled bodies
inside. One of the figures shone the light directly into your eyes, to which
you squinted and slowly turned away. The other figure was looking through the
passenger window at Clara. They began conversing in the same language as
before; the figure next to Clara walked off while the one next to you rested a
hand on your shoulder.
need to come with us it’s not safe here, we can help you.” The figure, now
speaking in English, still had their thick accent. You turned to look at them
and saw a small man in a great suit with round glasses. “I’m going to get
more help, wait here.”
he walked out of sight, you noticed he had left a briefcase on the ground. You
one-handedly unclipped the seatbelt and stumbled quietly out of the vehicle.
The briefcase was surprisingly unlocked, so you rummaged through the contents
for something; anything that could give you answers to who these people are.
multiple forms and confidential files, a handgun lay at the bottom of the case.
After making sure it had a few rounds in it, you walked round the passenger
side of the car wreckage. The crash hadn’t damaged your legs too much but they
did hurt with all of your weight on them. You aimed the gun at the small man,
who was talking to a significantly larger one, and lent on the car for support;
also for a steady aim.
When the gun clicked after you had armed it, the two men turned to face you; both shocked at how you got the gun, and how you had such strength and determination after such a big accident. “Who are you?” You choked out.
“Darling, I’m a doctor.” He started as he walked to you slowly, as if not to spook an animal. “You shouldn’t be walking, you’ve suffered a lot of injuries. Let me take you to the hospital.”
You weren’t sure if the alcohol still had an affect on you or if you actually believed this man, but you lowered the gun and rested yourself on the floor against the car. Just then he lent down and whispered in your ear. “Everything that follows is all for a great cause.”
Before you and ask him what he meant, the larger man pinned you down and stabbed a needle into your neck. Very quickly, you stated loosing all feeling in your body and was going limp, every object in front of you seemed to merge into one, and then everything went black.
Anon Request: We kind of managed to lose the request heheh… but it was basicaly a fluff/smut scenario where you were best friends, etc.
Fic Promt: No.54 - “My mother thinks you like me. Tell her she’s wrong.”
Description: You and Jin have been best friends for many years. You get in trouble together, you fail in classes together, but guess you get away with it because your mother likes him, and the worst thing is that she keeps saying that he obviously likes you. After an attempt to study for the class you two are failing in, you try to confront him about it.
A/N: Hi! Seriously, it took me so long to write this. I don’t know why (oh you know exactly why, you procrastinating bit–). Again, sorry for losing the request by re-creating our blog. Enjoy! Oh, and please send feedback.
Song: ‘Put your records on’ - Cover by Day6
The sun rays hit all the right spots on your flesh, hugging your curves beautifully, even through your oversized creasy pj-shirt. The upbeat tune played on your stereo, echoing in the empty first floor of your house.
Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.
A/N: This was meant to be my pbb for this year but i dropped out but since I had so much written, I decided to finish the fic. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed at the end, I just kinda wanted to finish it tbh lol. And this isn’t betad, sorry for any mistakes!
So half of this is stolen from my previous posts but I wanted to compile it all for you so, here are some ways to understand an love your ESFJ friends (and mums). I intend to keep adding to it over time and please feel free to do the same via reblog or submission.
Attracting an ESFJ
1. Hello tradition and manners. We like them, we are not as picky as other SJ’s but don’t be fooled, manners go a long way in our books. If you are a guy trying to impress a girl this is key. Open the door, make the first move, treat her like a lady (without being patronizing), we won’t go hard core feminist on you (most of the time… maybe for a joke sometimes) But we really do find those things touching. Alternatively if you are a girl, LET HIM do that stuff. If you open the door for him or try turning his polite act around on him he will most likely just feel deflated and awkward. Its how we show we care. Srs tho. Chivalry is life.
2. Inside Jokes. Gotta love inside jokes. Something thats ours, in our little bubble. Something thats just you and them, that you mention casually and the little things you do to reference those inside jokes. And DON’T leave them out of other inside jokes, if you have them with other people, don’t reference them and then not explain, we hateeee to be left out.
3. People, people, people. People matter! Talk to them about your life, their life, good news you heard about a mate. Let them talk about their mates, their day, and don’t assume its gossip, we just like talking about people. We like to talk and it can be annoying but often we talk cause no one else will, but we like listening too. Nothings worse than feeling like you’re the only one talking.
4. Tell them little things about yourself, stupid little things. Silly little stories from your childhood, a little moment you had the other week. We love it, and it makes us feel a little closer to you. And if you can, remember the little things we tell you about us. Nothing means more. Little gifts that mean a lot, little moments of laughter, we do like to stop and smell the roses, to enjoy those little things. So let us.
5. Attention. We do like attention. Doesn’t everyone? Message us first, do little things like pay extra attention to us in a group, make time to see us. Don’t do that “cool-guy” thing where you ignore us and chat to all your friends to try and be mysterious and alluring or WHATEVER. Its not attractive and you’ll probs hurt our feelings and have us questioning everything.
6. Okay this seems obvious but never, ever, ever leave a conversation without properly saying goodbye. I’ve noticed a lot of people do this and for some bizarre reason think its okay to stop talking when the conversation drifts off.This. Kills. Our. Soul. Just please dear god never do that. It just makes us question what we’ve said to drive you off. But this is more general than just ESFJ’s.
7. We do like to be touched. On the arm, hand, joking pat on the head, a quick hug (if appropriate). Seems weird… don’t force it too much (and don’t overdo it :P), but its true. A little touch on the arm can mean a lot. Or a consensual cuddle.
8. Use your damn face. Show emotion for goodness sakes. If you are listening NOD YOUR HEAD, hold their eyes, smile, show emotion on your face. INTJ’s can be soooo hard to deal with because they show like no emotion and i ALWAYS worry i am boring them to DEATH and so i just stop talking. Show emotion.
9. Show us how you feel. duh. We wanna know and if you don’t give us some indication our insecurity will kill your chances. Not even just how you feel about us. Show us how you feel about everything as you go along. #Fe
10. (Gotta be cliche) Be yourself. We are generally pretty accepting of everyone but being some fake robotic person will not get you far
Ways to Avoid hurting an ESFJ
1. They are not stupid. Never patronize an ESFJ. Sometimes we come across as childish, immature or incapable of deeper thought… but its just because we like to laugh and unwind by being playful. We do not enjoy the potential angst that serious topics can create and thus avoid them at times. We are often down for a deeper conversation though, if the opportunity arises.
2. They are affected by your emotions, even if they don’t show it. Every frown has us worried, every smile brings us joy. We can’t help it and sometimes we hate it. But the Fe emotions do fluctuate a lot depending on its environment.
3. They are sensitive. Be careful with playful humor that may hurt them. But don’t tip-toe around them either as we hate it when people treat us like babies. Be sensitive, but not patronizing.
4. Never insult the people they love. ESFJs, like all, will react to this. But they are likely to be a lot more aggressive as they can be a bit like mums.
5. YOU ARE DIFFERENT (unless you’re an ESFJ). Remember that. You think and feel differently. Don’t try and understand. Just accept.
6. Don’t ever tell them they are “too much”. Never tell them to worry less, be less complimentary, be less talkative or call us annoying for doing these things. That hurts more than anything as that is a big part of how we show love.
7. Don’t call them a gossip or nosy for caring about people. Sometimes we gossip yes, and call us out for sure. BUT sometimes we care about people and we don’t know how to deal with them, or we are having a hard time and we just need to talk it through because of our Fe. The worst thing you could do is call it gossiping as that is NOT our heart behind it.
Helping a stressed ESFJ
Love them. Be there for them. Don’t try and “fix” or “solve” their problems unless they give you signs that they want you to, or its something small like making a meal. ESFJ’s are SJ’s and they have a way they like to do things, but their Fe will mean they won’t really tell you if you’re doing it wrong because they’ll be touched you’re trying to help… but you might make it worse. So be careful. More just try and be there to talk, to be present, to be understanding when they need help. Things like a meal, or some chocolate, or something like giving them a lift or whatever (something that there’s no way to mess up basically) can be super nice and really appreciated. Mostly as the love they will feel from that will help more than anything. A cuddle r hug or chat does some wondrous things. But also, space if they need. Exroverts need “me time” too. You have to judge it on a case-by-case basis, every ESFJ is different and reacts slightly differently.
Showing love for an ESFJ
1. We overthink things a lot, so soothing those thoughts is always very helpful.. and please don’t give us reasons to overthink. Be straight up, and honest. This is such a key.
2. Let us love you. We love to love. People love to love. So let us love you how we love you. By being an annoying mum friend or telling you off about not sleeping enough. By bringing you chocolate or by trying to talk to you about whats going on. We love as best we can and sometimes all you need to do is let us.
3. We love how we want to be loved, so pay attention. If you want to take care of your ESFJ, pay attention to how they love and take care of you.
4. We like to talk. A lot. We talk too much. We are very chatty. Let us be. Let us talk and talk back as well. We don’t want to talk AT you. We want to talk with you. So talk.
I know a lot of these things all seem very general and like they might apply to all types. In a way, they do. BUT theses are the BEST for ESFJ’s. Good for others, and other things are also good for ESFJs… But I think these are the best things you can do. Love you alll heaps. Thanks for your support
Pre-romance companions react to a motherly SS. SS does things like straightening their clothing, or tucks lose hairs behind their ear, lays another blanket on them while they sleep, or after bandaging a wound they kiss it, etc. I love your blog by the way :)
Still not dead. I’ve got some help and am feeling quite better so hopefully I am here to stay. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please.
Cait isn’t truly the person who’d enjoy being treated like this and she mostly pushes Sole’s hands away and growls quietly. The truth is, that it’s not exactly uncomfortable, it is just truly alien to her and she finds herself a little flustered and nervous.
Curie overthinks things and every time Sole straightens up her clothes, or wipes the dirt off her cheeks, she starts talking about Soles parental habits and about the influences on it and of it.
Danse’s face heatens up every time Sole steps on their tip toes to run a single hair through his hair, which is always full of dust and filth in the rest of the day. Sole combs their fingers through it softly, pulling out the tiny pieces of dirt. Danse never knew the crown of his head was so sensitive.
Deacon joked about it a lot since the first time it happened. They were casually chatting when Sole began to play with his clothes, straightening it up in an almost caring way. Several similar situations occurred and Deacon made fun of Sole by calling them ‘Mum’ in an ‘annoyed teenager’ tone. This earned him a hard punch to his arm every time. Totally worth it.
Hancock lets them do their thing with a smile. They might not even realize they’re doing it, but it foes seem to bring them some peace. Plus, Hancock had to admit, the sight of seeing Sole kiss his arm over the bandage they rolled around it makes his insides feel like tickling.
MacCready wasn’t exactly the person to get all touchy feely like that, at least at first. Ever since Lucy, he knew better than to let people get close to him, not to mention Sole reminded him just how painfully far Duncan so he was very grumpy every time Sole acted so patently. Yet, few weeks, few extra blankets and affectionate, encouraging touches and MacCready found himself longing for them.
Nick was surprised the first time Sole kissed the damaged, but no longer coolant-leaking, wrapped in a bandage piece of his skin. He looked at Sole in silence, for a while, before smiling at them: “Feels much better”. Nick would lie of he said that such acts of kindness weren’t his most favourite routine.
Piper jokes around about it at first, but as long as there’s not a bunch of people staring at them, she gladly allows them to take care of her hair, or smudge away the dirt on her cheek. It feels very tender a warm and Piper finds herself not understanding why Nat hates it so much.
Preston laughs nervously each time they get too close, especially since they are behaving so.. parently. It is rather bittersweet, really. While he loves having them so close and be tender with him, the feeling of disappointment, as they act more parently than romantically stabs him in his chest a little.
X6-88 doesn’t understand this behaviour much. Is this simply part of their personality, or do they do all this only because of some kind of PTSD from Shaun’s kidnapping? He figured out that no matter which one was true, as long as swiping the dust off his shoulders, or kissing his fast-healing wounds after a fight brings them peace, he could get over it.
I just found your tumblr and fell in love! Can you make an imagine,please? YN is Hermiones older sister( a vet) and Charlie falls for her when they visit the Weasleys. Just cute and romantic,pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease!
Could you write a Charlie Weasley imagine? With much kissing involved?
“Are you excited, Y/N?”
“Oh yeah, it will be so much fun to be surrounded by strange people who I have never met before!” Y/N sassed, glaring at her younger sister.
“Most people would be a little weirded out by the fact they are going to meet wizards, than meeting people in general.” Hermione replied, smiling at her older sister.
“Dude, I found out my little sister was a witch at age nineteen. Which was only four years ago. Sorry, but nothing surprises me anymore.”
The Granger girls walked through the gate to the Burrow to see multiple gingers flying via broomsticks as lights flashed and a red leather ball was tossed back and forth.
“You haven’t seen a lot of magic, have you?” Hermione questioned, smirking.
“Sorry that I’m a muggle,” Y/N frowned, gently shoving her younger sister to the side.
“You should be,” one of the gingers said, landing his broom.
“It’s no fun not using magic,” another ginger continued, landing next to his clone.
“Well, I’ve been doing fine without it,” Y/N responded, smirking at the twins. “I’m Y/N Granger by the way.”
“Fred Weasley.” The first twin said.
“And I’m George.”
“Meaning you’re George and you’re Fred,” Y/N said, pointing to the opposite if who said what name.
“How’d you know?” George questioned, astonished.
“I have identical twins for best friends. Sorry, but none of your little twin-y tricks are going to work on me, boys.”
“Come on,” Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes as she pulled her smirking sister forward. “Let’s go introduce you to everyone else.”
The quartet made their way across the vast lawn, with Y/N easily joking with the twins. As they drew closer to the house, the elder Granger stared at it. The Burrow was several stories with multiple chimneys. It looked colorful and welcoming. Y/N was already in love with it.
“Hey, Hermione!” Another ginger appeared, looking to be near Hermione’s age. “Is this your sister?”
“Yeah, it is,” Hermione replied. “Y/N, this is Ron. Ron, Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you.” Ron said.
“You as well.”
“Is Harry here yet?” Hermione asked.
“No,” Fred interrupted the two friends. “We’re going to pick him up on Sunday.”
A loud feminine voice broke through the multiple conversations happening in the yard.
“Yes, Mum?!” Ron called back, turning to face the house.
A middle-aged red-haired women appeared in the doorway. “Let Hermione’s sister sit down, you four. She must be exhausted from walking for so long.”
“I’m sure she’s fine, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione tried to say, but Mrs. Weasley ignored her, bustling out the door to gently tug the older sister inside. She pulled Y/N into the kitchen muttering to herself about ‘rude children’ and ‘manners’.
Mrs. Weasley lightly pushed Y/N into a chair and set a bowl of fruits in front of her. “Hello, dear,” she said, sitting down next to her. “I’m Molly Weasley. You must be starving. Have some fruit.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, dear. And, please, call me Molly. We’re both adults. Right? If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, dear?”
“It’s nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Weas- Molly,” Y/N responded, nibbling on the fresh fruit in front of her. “And I’m 22.”
“Same age as my second oldest, Charlie,” Molly stated. “He’s around here somewhere. He’s rarely home and now that he is, I could swear that boy has been avoiding me.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Y/N said, smiling at the older woman slightly, “Why is Charlie never home?”
“Oh, he moved to Romania,” Molly sighed, leaning back in her seat. “He decided to work with dragons after leaving Hogwarts.”
“Really?” Y/N whispered, her eyes lighting up with wonder. She had always loved animals, and dragons. Well, they were dragons. Hermione had mentioned a few magical creatures to her before, such as the hippogriff Hermione had helped save from it’s execution.
“Oh, yes,” Molly replied, missing the look of amazement that had crossed Y/N’s face. “I fear all of my children have a thing for danger, except Percy, perhaps. Bill’s a curse breaker in Egypt. Fred and George have nearly broken the record for most detentions. Ron decided to befriend a magnet for trouble - but both Harry and Hermione are lovely children, of course. And Ginny - well I’m surprised she didn’t get sorted into Slytherin, what with her cunning. When she was younger, she used to sneak out at night to steal the boys brooms and practice flying.”
Y/N grinned. The more she was around the Weasleys, the more she could tell they all cared for each other very much. They were a very close-knit family, rather like the Grangers; only with double the members. Even with the constant arguments and yelling and adventures they all seemed to have, they still seemed to be a perfect family to the eldest Granger. Y/N had always loved chaos and it seemed The Burrow was the perfect to find it.
“But enough about my crazy children,” Molly stated. “What do you do for a living, Y/N?”
“Oh, I’m a vet.”
“Oh, right. I forgot you wouldn’t know what that meant,” Y/N laughed slightly. “It’s short for veterinarian. I work with animals, to treat and nurse them back to health.”
“Sounds like you and Charlie are very similar,” Molly smiled kindly. “He’s always loved animals.”
“What about me, Mum?”
The fifth ginger of the day entered the kitchen. He was muscular with burns and scars covering most of his body, and looked to be just a few inches taller than Y/N. His eyes were the same shade of brown as his mother’s with the same kindness in them, and with a dash of endless adventure. All in all, he was extremely alluring to Y/N.
“Charlie!” Molly exclaimed, standing from her seat. “Where have you been? You said you would help me with dinner.”
“Sorry, Mum,” Charlie apologized, kissing his annoyed mother on the cheek although his eyes trailed to the very attractive stranger sitting at his kitchen table. “I was spending time with Ginny. I don’t get to spend time with her very much either.”
“Hmm,” Molly pouted, but she seemed to be satisfied with his answer. “Either way, you need to learn to stick to your word.”
“Of course, Mother.” But Charlie was no longer paying attention. He was staring at the stranger, and judging by her delicate blush, she could tell. Molly Weasley could tell as well. It seemed that her second oldest son was falling head-over-heels for a girl, whom he had never even heard speak.
Smirking, Molly caught the pairs attention. “Well if you are going to be of no use to me, Charlie, you can show Y/N around.”
“Oh, it’s fine Molly,” Y/N interrupted, standing from her seat and bringing the empty bowl to the sink. “I should probably be leaving anyways.”
“Nonsense,” Molly scoffed. “You’re staying for dinner, and Charlie can give you a tour.”
“I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You wouldn’t be,” Charlie said hurriedly, trying to give himself more time to get to know captivating girl.
“Besides,” Molly said, continuing to work on the before mentioned meal, “I’m sure you will have plenty to talk about seeing as you both work with animals.”
“You work with animals?” Charlie inquired, his brown eyes snapping back to the girl. She was slowly becoming more and more magnetic to him.
“Yeah,” Y/N answered. “I’m a vet.”
“There,” Molly exclaimed, pointing her wooden spoon at the two. “You see? You are already getting on well. Now get out! Go explore!”
Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but a whisper in her ear stopped her. “Just give up,” Charlie muttered. “Once she has her mind set on something, there’s no getting around it. Come on, I’ll show you the pond.”
The pair wandered side by side out the door and past yelling gingers to the woods near the gate. They walked in a comfortable silence, both content to admire the surroundings, and to steal glances at each other.
“I never caught your name,” Charlie said as he helped her over a log.
“Y/N,” she answered, smiling up at him.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, once again enraptured in her sparkling eyes. Y/N blushed once again. As they continued to walk, their fingers remained intertwined.
“Your mother said you work with dragons?”
“Yeah,” Charlie grinned. “I do.”
“That must be amazing,” Y/N stated, with a smile to match his. “Is it hard though? To be away from your family for so long?”
“Oh yeah,” Charlie agreed. “I’m close with all my siblings, even Percy. But, I just, I needed to follow my passion. Is that weird?”
“Absolutely not,” Y/N stated. “I did the same. I live in a little village near the sea, and work as a vet. That means I treat wounded and sick animals. Not to the extent that you do, of course.”
“No,” Charlie chuckled. “I suppose not. What kinds of animals do you get?”
“Um, a lot of farm animals. Again, it’s a little village in the middle of nowhere. Pets as well. I treated a fox once. And last year, around this time, there was this huge black mutt that appeared out of nowhere. Looked deathly sick, nearly starved to death. I nursed him back to health before he disappeared again. Now he tends to come and go. I call him Snuffles.”
They had reached the pond, and were now sitting by the edge watching the fireflies dance around it. Y/N leaned her head against Charlie’s shoulder causing him to grin even wider, and wrap his arm around her.
“Tell me if this is strange,” Charlie whispered, staring at her.
“I think I might already be in love with you.”
Y/N laughed. She didn’t find it strange at all. She herself seemed to already be in love with the handsome man in front of her. “It’s not.”
“Can I kiss you?”
Their lips met in the stillness near the pond with fireflies casting the only light besides the dark sky. Charlie’s hand raised to cup Y/N’s cheek as she inched closer to him.
“So you want to give this a shot?” Charlie asked, biting his lip as he looked at the exquisite girl in front of him.
Back at the Burrow, the rest of the party was inhaling a delicious dinner. Arthur Weasley studied his children and guest, mentally counting them up in his head.
“Molly,” he trailed, turning to face his very smug looking wife. “Where’s Charlie?”
“I suspect he’s snogging Y/N, Hermione’s sister, by the pond,” she smirked.
“I thought we talked about your match-making!”
I hope you all enjoyed!! My family kept interrupting me, but this one seemed to just flow out!
Relationships: Stiles x Reader, Brother!Derek x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Arguing?
A/N: I’m hoping to make this have multiple parts, so feedback on whether you’d like that would be appreciated! As it is an AU, Derek was bitten in this, meaning Y/N was not born a werewolf.
When I was about 6 or 7, I had this red swing, which, in my opinion, was the best thing that had happened to me at the time. It was made of pine and painted in almost acrylic -type, brick red paint.
But the thing with my little red swing was, at the time of purchase, my parents were often arguing with my brother, who was then 16, and it was bought as a distraction for me. I would spend most of my time writing stories while swinging on my swing, trying to ignore the shouts.
About two years after I got the red swing, my brother left home, and my mum tried selling it off. Every time a family would come to try and buy the swing, I would sit there, not moving, and start to cry to try and make them feel bad- it worked every single time.
My mum had started to get annoyed with my persistence at trying to keep the swings, she eventually gave up, which I guess was kind of my semi-permanent happy ending.
A few years later, many more arguments, and in excess of 50 notebooks filled with thoughts and stories, the red swing stood proud in my back garden, slightly worn, but still vivid. I still went down there occasionally, writing now much darker novels with characters who were twisted, and a focus on the supernatural. Although I was only human, I’d seen more strange things in Beacon Hills than I’d care to admit. My brother seeming to be at the middle of a lot of it.
Sometimes I think I’m imagining things, as I keep thinking about him. The boy who sneaks into my back garden every now and again to steal a yellow tulip. I don’t know why, I’ve never known, but every now again one has clearly been snipped from its plant. I’ve only seen him once, but that was enough.
It had been long day and I was finally ready for some sweet sleep, throwing on my pyjamas and tossing my previous outfit carelessly on the floor. Sometimes I’d sit at my window to read or work, and that day I’d decided to do just that, Only, it was late, so I turned off my light so as not to flood the room.
As a result, I got a far clearer view of my back garden, which is when I saw him. Sure enough, he edged over to the tulip plant. I watched in bafflement as he took out scissors and clipped off a flower. Right. I thought. It’s time this thief got taught a lesson.
As I stepped out into my garden, cool summer breeze hit my face. I eyed the, now clearly male, figure bending down to the right of the tulips. He jumped back in shock and made a quiet shout. The boy had been stupid enough to touch the nettle bush. In his jumping and flailing around, he caught sight of me, and stopped abruptly.
The moonlight only barely illuminated his features, enough that I could see their placement but not their details. Fluffy black hair stood up on end on top of his head, and he seemed to stand somewhere around just under six foot. The two of us had been looking at each other for far too long with no clue where to begin.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Right. Your uhhh…. your garden?” He asked, his voice high with nervousness. I simply raised my eyebrows in reply. He gulped.
“Well, you see, my friend is in hospital sick, and i can’t afford a bouquet-”
He looked taken aback. “What?”
“This has been going on way too long for that to be true. Unless your friend is on their deathbed, which I highly doubt given that you’re a terrible liar.”
“Excuse me! I’m a fantastic liar.” He said defensively, flailing his arms around angrily.
It was then I noticed the handful of nettle leaves scrunched up in his right hand.
“Why the hell are you holding a bunch of nettles? No wonder you got stung.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarre situation at hand. I guess tonight was the night of spontaneous decisions, because what I did next was something I never thought I would.
“Look, why don’t you come In, I’ve got some sting cream and I can wrap it in a couple of Doc leaves. That looks like it must kill.”
He was almost as shocked as I was at the proposition, I could just about see his eyebrows disappear into his hairline.
“Oh It’s fine uhhh-” He winced slightly catching his hand in the other. “Actually, would you mind?”
This made me smile to myself for some reason. So I led the way into my kitchen, switching on the light. The boy followed, and placed the tulip and the nettles on the counter.
Now I could make out his face more clearly, he was fair and very attractive. A sculpted face with an adorable upturned nose. However, the thing that struck me the most were his beautiful big brown eyes. Like drowning in a chocolate fountain, or a warm cup of coffee on a winter’s day- comforting, and homely. Framed by soft black lashes, I couldn’t take my own eyes off them. I’d almost forgotten he was a thief. I mean, this guy could be a serial killer and I just invited him into my home. What was I thinking?
He was studying me back, but the expression on his face was unreadable.
“Okay. You can take a seat.” I gestured nervously to the counter-top, trying to focus my whole attention into finding the cream.
When I turned back to the boy, he was sat atop the counter, closer than before.
“Okay,” I breathed again, placing the medical supplies by his side. Hesitantly, I uncurled his hand, surveying the damage. His hand was coated in patchy, blotchy spots of red and white, but I’d definitely seen worse. He watched me sceptically.
“You don’t know me, and I was stealing from your garden, why are you helping me?” He suddenly said.
“So you admit you were stealing?” I squeezed the cold sting cream into my hand, then started applying it to his stings. He inhaled loudly. “Honestly? I don’t know. It’s all part of the plan to find out why you’re stealing my plants.” I chuckled, meticulously smoothing at his palm.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
“A Tulip and some nettles? Really?”
“What if I said the Tulip was only because they’re pretty.”
“I’m not sure I’d believe you.”
“Because you could buy your own.”
He looked as though this was news to him. It was kind of adorable. Stop, Y/N, he’s a thief. You don’t even know his name.
“Honestly, It’s a long story.” He sighed.
“Maybe for another day?” I said hopefully. What was I doing?
“Maybe.” He bit his smile. I finished applying the cream to his hand, lingering longer on his fingers than I should have. Time paused for a little moment.
“Tell me something about yourself. Anything.” He flailed around his free hand, something I’d started to notice was a habit.
“Uh, I have one older brother.” I nodded awkwardly. “What about you?”
“Yeah, no siblings. Nothing. Zilch-o.” He was looking down at my hand still gently patting down cream on his, even though it was long finished.
“I don’t know your name.” He blurted out. “I mean, you invited me in and helped me and all and-”