oh god i am so l alright i am gonna stop now

things in musical theatre that always gets me that I realised during a road trip
  • that bit in waitress, “you’re my dOCterr”
  • the harmonisation in what’s inside
  • when dawn goes “I’m not defensive!”
  • that bit in hamilton where everyone sings over each other in non-stop
  • “I hope that you… burn”
  • when john sings the rise up bit in my shot
  • Angelica. everything she says and does.
  • the choir in once upon a december
  • “hey balaga, ho balaga, hey hey ho balaga, hey hey hey balaga, the famous troika driver”
  • Lucas Till going “WOOoooOOooOOooOOOooooOoOOooOoooOOOoooOAH”
  • and when everyone goes “corpulence”
  • honestly everything piere says like yes hand me the existential crisis
  • and whenever amber gray opens her mouth goddamn
  • when everyone sings over each other in 96,000
  • “the only room with a view is a room with you in it”
  • literally everything the piragua guy says
  • “Hey guys, it’s me! The biggest disappointment you know.” - nina is me
  • basically whenever Mandy Gonzalez sings tbh
  • in 21 chump street when naomi sings “take the money justin, please just take the money”
  • and in cousin where justin goes “looooooooooove”
  • in a day in falsetto land when they all sing over each other frick yes
  • “EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT” and then when you realise it won’t be
  • “god you’re a pAIn in the aSS”
  • literally whenever the lesbians from next door speak
  • when they harmonise in “the tango maureeeeeen” in tango: maureen
  • when joanne goes “so be wise ‘cause this girl satisfies”
  • all of seasons of love, every version, it’s beautiful and iconic and frick if that song didn’t define my childhood
  • when kevin goes “i’ll do something inCREDible that blows gods frICken mIND” in you and me (but mostly me)
  • the harmonisation in poor thing
  • when everyone sings together in arabian nights
  • the genie’s rendition of tale as old as time - petition to get James Monroe Iglehart to sing a full version
  • “Why shouldn’t I fly so far from here?”
  • heather chandler going “you’ve come so far why now are you pulling on my dICK”
  • allllll the harmonisations in candy store
  • and blue
  • in come from away when they go “I am an Islander”
  • when bev mimicks the wwii pilots “Hey lady, hey baby, hey! Why don’t you grab us a drink?”
  • and then, “well they can get their own drinks” and that cute lil laugh after
  • “suddenly there’s nothing in between me and the sKYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”
  • “And that’s how we started speaking the same language”
  • when everyone is praying together holy shit that moves me every time
  • “cause I’m freaking out, you’re freaking out and we’re all 👏 freaking 👏 the 👏 fuck 👏 out”
  • anytime someone says “you are there and I am hereeeeeeee”
  • “hot towel, hot towel, c o l d towel?”
  • in legally blonde, elles voice crack when she says “some girls were just meant to smile”
  • “and with the chance I’ve been given I’m gonna be dRIvEn aS hELL”
  • “with fear and shock and aWEEEEEEE”
  • when they’re all singing at the end of blood in the water
  • the entirety of Ireland and the reprise
  • the blatant subtext jokes in take it like a man
  • in Miss Saigon “and now I’ll leave remembering heRRRR,, just heeeeerrrr”
  • tbh whenever the engineer has a solo, I mean he was an arsehole, but it was the only fun thing in that musical
  • “I still believe he’ll come for me” - kim, my heart, my only wish was for her to happy and safe goddammit
  • the literal entirety of “ascot gazette” in my fair lady
  • and show me
  • “READY, AIM, FIRE!!”
  • the humming in wouldn’t it be lovely
  • allllll of heaven on their minds in jesus christ superstar, it’s literally the only song that hasn’t been done wrong in any version
  • also everythings alright
  • okay there’s so much for newsies so this’ll be short but “Newsies on a mission! Kill the competition! Sell the next edition! We’ll be out there, CARRYING THE BANNER”
  • dear evan hansen in waving through a window going “WAVING, WAVING WOAAAAAAHHHHHHH WOAHOHOHOH”
  • “has been hard (hard) has been bad (bad) has been rough. (KINKY!)”
  • “if I stop smoking crACk”
  • alll of you will be found
  • “DONT BE A PENIS THE MAN IS A GENIUS” - iconic from something rotten! every. fucking. time
  • all of it’s hard to be a bard
  • in do you hear the people sing “IT’S THE MUSIC OF THE PEOPLE WHO WILL *NOT* BE SLAVES AGAIN”
  • frick literally all of les mis is iconic

Okay that’s pretty much all I got through before my phone went flat and then the trip was boring but yeah

The Mistake (Part 5) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One Where Stiles Knows He Messed Up”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Reader

Author’s Note: So, me being me, I had to hurt you guys a little… or a lot. *grins* I started writing this chapter after seeing The National live in the beginning of October, and I had the song Empire Line thoroughly stuck in my head because of it, and the song is basically about trying to salvage a relationship. Short of three lines, I worked every lyric into this piece. As always, my love and devotion and gratitude goes to @fillthevoid-stilinski for getting me to write this series. Go read the series that inspired this one, Between Us. :)

Additional Note: You can thank @ellie-bee242 for stopping me from making this even worse.. which I could have, and had planned to. :)

Summary: Regardless of Stiles’ repeated attempts to apologize for kissing Lydia, he and Y/n return to Las Vegas to get their annulment.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

Originally posted by winterdaddario

It’s Y/n, sorry I couldn’t come answer your call, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks!” Stiles waited for the line to beep before he spoke.

“Hi. It’s me. I’m uh, I’m just laying in bed with Ces, missing you.. I wish you were here… I don’t even know what to say. I hate not knowing what to say to you. This just doesn’t feel right. I wish you would talk to me. I just wanna talk to you about what happened last night, Y/n. I’m so sorry. Fuck. Um, I’ll try you again tomorrow. Alright… Night.”

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Family Dispute


requests are open up again? woohoo! can i please get one where you’re both from the marvel and dc universe and the avengers and justice league fight over you because all of them both love you equally?        

Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Y/N.

Thor: Greetings! Banner and Stark are inquiring if you shall be joining us for dinner tonight? The team shall be going to a new restaurant.

You: Tonight? Awww no, sorry Thor! The JL and I already have plans. Next time <3

Thor: I did not realize they had returned to our universe. That is a shame… A real, sad… disappointing shame.

Bruce has joined the chat.

Bruce: Whoa, whoa… WHOA.

Bruce: I thought we agreed that when you’re on this universe, you spend time with us. They’re breaching our agreement over our nonexistent custody of you.

Tony has joined the chat.

Tony: What Bruce said!!!

Tony: This is OUR time with you. Not theirs. We don’t waltz into their universe and impose on their time with you.


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Mistakes and Apologies |Peter Parker

Summary: The Spiderman makes a fatal mistake when trying to stop the Vulture that could cost him his suit. And Peter Parker finds himself in the midst of apologizing to the reader about his unexplained absences recently…

Warning: spoilers ands some language

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Six


Originally posted by brokencxstiel

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Smol (Spideypool Quick Fic)

Okay, so this was just a little idea, and it was supposed to be funny but I literally can’t write these two without at least some feels.

So here ya go. Enjoy some Sundays with Spideypool.

“I have found the perfect word to describe you.” Wade announced, and had to smother a laugh when Peter nearly fell out his bed in shock.

“Wade. It is three in the morning.” Peter flopped back against his pillows with a groan. “My first class is at eight am. What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“You are literally never in the neighborhood.” Peter corrected and threw an arm over his eyes. “Say what you need to say, Wade. I’m exhausted. And kind of mad at you. I almost got ran over by a bus today because you somehow manage to be completely distracting while we are working and–

“Okay, you know, my bad about the bus thing.” Wade admitted, but wiggled his (non existent) eyebrows. “But did you die? No, you didn’t. And you know, as thanks for that, the least you could do is invite me into bed so we could snuggle.”

Wade stuck his bottom lip out. “I came all this way and–” he grinned when Peter kicked the blankets down and rolled over to make room. Wade climbed in the twin size bed eagerly, twisting and grumbling and complaining about how small the bed was until Peter lashed out with a hard kick and sent him flying off the bed and into the wall.

“Either get in and shut up, or go away so I can sleep. I have an exam at EIGHT AM!” Peter snapped, and Wade had to hide another laugh.

Even though he had seen Peter’s strength in action many times out on patrol together, it still surprised the hell out of him when Peter used it on him. He outweighed the kid by close to a hundred pounds, and being tossed around like a stuffed animal was both terrifying and a complete turn on.

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The Interview (Tom Holland X Journalist!Reader)

Pairing: Tom Holland X Journalist! Reader

Requested: Just helping out my boo @spideyyss

Warnings:Language, Sexy Tom

Word Count: 805

Tags: @parkersenses @grant-valdes-holland @underoosie @tom-cinnamon-holland @thelifeofanengineeringstudent @lil-spidey @parkerroos@tomsspidey@sunrisehunny @peterletmebeanavengerparker @spideyboys@jor-da-na@captainswriting @quacksoff @spideyr00s @spideyyss@tomhollandisthicc@marvelsdaughter @babyparker @spideyyparker@rooyeun @focused-on-holland @peterfightmeparker


________________________________________________________________I was super nervous. They gave me a huge assignment for my first video interview. I was supposed to sit down and interview Tom Holland. He was just a few months older than me but he was so famous…. As if I wasn’t already nervous about my first interview of course i got stuck with the most handsome, funny, british guy I have ever seen. Not that I was complaining. But what if I stutter? What if I embarrassed myself in front of him? What if- No. I need to stop and start writing questions. I stayed up til 3 am writing questions to ask him. I don’t like using the standard interview questions. They were so basic and they got annoying after a while. I liked to surprise people with interesting questions. I had a list of about 30 questions of when I decided to get some sleep. As soon as I woke up I drank three cups of coffee, grabbed my outfit, which consisted of black and white web leggings, a vintage Spiderman t shirt, and a denim vest with marvel patches on it. I threw my hair up in a bun, grabbed my purse, and drove over to the studio. After going through the fun process that was hair and makeup I was told that Tom was in the building. My heartbeat immediately picked up. I kept reading over my questions and trying to calm myself. Finally it was time. I walked onto the set and sat in the tall chair they provided for me. I had my note cards in hand. Suddenly I see a curly brown mop of hair and there he is, in all of his chocolate eyed glory. He came and shook my hand “Hello darling. You must be (Y/N).” He says with a blinding smile. “Tom hi! Wow you are gorgeous.” It takes me about 10 seconds to realize that I said that out loud. “Oh my god that is so embarrassing I am so sorry.” I say quickly, the tips of my ears and my cheeks turning pink. “You’re quite alright. I’m flattered that the beautiful woman I just met thinks I’m gorgeous.” He said with a chuckle and a dazzling grin. “We’re about to start. Tom could you take your seat?” The videographer said. Tom nodded and took his seat.  They signaled the count down and I try to breathe and smile. “Hi everyone! (Y/N) (L/N) here interviewing Tom Holland.” I say gesturing at Tom. “Hello everyone!” Tom says cheerily, waving at the camera. “So Tom, I’ve compiled a list of questions from our viewers and a few that i wrote myself.” I said, waving the cards in my hands. “Go for it, Love.” He says with a smile. “If you had to have a food for hands that you could eat and they would regenerate every night, what food would you pick?” I ask reading from the card and then looking up at him. “Hmmmmm…. I’m gonna have to say chocolate. Because it’s delicious.” He said looking at his hand, shrugging and looking up at me. “But what if they melt?” I say reasonably. “Shit you’re right. Then….. Rock candy.” He says. “That was my answer too!  Next question, What is the last picture you took on your phone?” I ask. “It’s actually a picture of Tessa. She’s such a little angel.” He says pulling out his phone and showing me the picture. “She’s adorable! I want one.” I say, cooing over the little fur baby. “Maybe you could come visit her one day.” He says with a wink. I blush and giggle. “Next question, What was the weirdest prank call you’ve ever made?” “Harrison and I once prank called Anthony Mackie…. He wasn’t too happy about it.” To says with a laugh. I laugh and smile imaging how he reacted. “ALRIGHT AND WE ARE BREAKING FOR LUNCH!” The cameraman says. Tom stands up and comes over to me. “I have a question for you now.” He says. I look at him with wide eyes. “All these questions and you still haven’t asked me out… I’m a little disappointed.” He says smoothly. My jaw drops. Did TOM FUCKING HOLLAND just hit on me? “Are you serious? You wanna go out with me?” I ask, my eyes wide. “You’re smart, funny, a little weird, and absolutely stunning, darling. Of course I want to take you out.” He says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay then. Thomas Stanley Holland, will you do me of the immense pleasure of going out with me?” I ask, very dramatically. “Why of course I will angel. And I will definitely show you immense pleasure…..eventually.” He says with a wink. I cannot believe this. I have a date with Tom Holland. Holy shit.   

[IDEA] Crimson Frost

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Word count: 1,200+
Pairing: Peter Parker & Reader
Warnings: Spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming
Summary: Idea: After Peter’s fight against Vulture, Tony wants to officially announce Spider-Man as a new member of the Avengers. Peter declines, much to the dismay of another addition to the team - you.
A/N: Spider-Man: Homecoming finally hit German theaters today, and I had to see it ASAP! It was so fucking good, gosh. Anyways, a rough idea of this came to my mind after Civil War, Homecoming added the final touches, and it would be fantastic if some of you guys could give me a piece of their thoughts about this. I would love to continue this, maybe in several parts! (Oh, and don’t worry; the request isn’t forgotten, I already got quite of it written down!) Enjoy! 💕

It seemed too good to be true.

Peter stood in awe (and shock), glanced to Tony Stark, Iron Man, who threw him a charming smile, and then back to the suit. The new suit, which looked really, really cool. If Ned could only see this.

And let’s not forget that Tony next to him wanted him to join the Avengers. Officially. Tony even had a a press conference planned. Peter would live in the new Avengers facility, he would train with the team, he would finally meet all of them properly!

“Mr. Stark, I … um … I am really honored to be offered this, joining the Avengers, with Iron Man as a mentor.”

Tony looked at him curiously, his smile a little bit fading. “Don’t beat around the bush, kid, spit it out! Is this a ‘yes’ or a ‘no?’”

Peter cleared his throat, looked to the ground and quickly back up to Tony. “A ‘no.’”

“You sure about this?” Tony asked, brows furrowed.

“I just have the feeling I have still some things to learn before I am ready; I’m gonna lie close to the ground and continue being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Keep helping the little guy.”

“Well,” Tony said, moving a hand so the doors closed around the Iron Spider suit. It pained Peter a little to see this, but he wouldn’t change his decision – for now.

“I respect your decision,” Tony continued and turned, laying a hand on Peter’s shoulder and leading him back to Happy. “Taking back the suit did help you after all – even more than I expected.” He smiled once again, now patting Peter’s shoulder. “Happy’s gonna bring you back to Queens. Greet your aunt for me.”

“She … she doesn’t really like you.”

“What? I’m hurt, kid, really hurt.” Tony touched his chest, where his heart lay, jokingly. “Greet her anyway.” He smiled. “Good luck out there, Spider-Man.”

Peter smiled back, debating whether he should try this luck out again and go in for a hug, but he decided against it. “Yeah, thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Wait in the car,” Happy said to him, moving his hand in the direction he originally came from, “have to have a word with the boss.”

“Alright.” Peter nodded and awkwardly waved Tony. “Goodbye, Mr. Stark.”

Tony smiled, waving back before shifting his attention to Happy.

Peter turned, a tiny part of him sad that he had to leave all of this behind before it really started.

“This was a test, right?” He spoke up, looking back to Tony. “This was a simple test of my character, am I right?”

“Of course,” Tony answered, smiling once again. “You did well.”

Peter chuckled, and continued his way back to the car. “Soon,” he said to himself when he nearly reached the doors leading to the garage. “When I am ready.”

“And then what?”

“Huh?” Peter flinched, head jerking into the direction of the new voice. A girl was standing next to him, a couple of feet away. She smiled at him curiously.

“What happens when you’re ready?” she asked, stepping a bit closer, head now tilted to the side. The h/c tips of her hair pulled up into a high ponytail fell on her shoulder.

“I … um … I-I’m not gonna -” Peter stuttered, not really sure if he could just tell this another person he didn’t know. “W-who are you?”

The girl’s e/c eyes widened, her mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot you don’t know me. Yet.” You laughed. “Time to introduce myself, I guess. Hello, Peter Parker, I’m Y/N L/N.”

Peter kind of expected an offered handshake, but instead you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a quick hug.

“It is so cool that you, Spider-Man, are joining the Avengers!” you said excitedly, hand on either side of Peter’s arms, keeping body contact. “I saw all the videos on YouTube, and the fight against Captain America’s team, and I know of the fight against Vulture! I am so impressed! Can’t wait to get the chance to train with you, and getting to know you, and I’m sure we’re gonna be amazing superhero friends!”

The words flew out of your mouth in a rapid speed, and Peter believed if he hadn’t been bitten by a spider he wouldn’t have been able to understand anything.

Suddenly, you stopped, your eyes widening again. “Sorry, I keep babbling, how rude of me. I’m just really excited, and – oh, god, you don’t have to be friends with me if you don’t want to.” You drew back your hands, clutching them to your chest, a nervous smile on your face. “’M sorry.”

“N-No, you don’t have to be!” Peter reassured you, holding his own hands up. “You seem really nice, and I’m sure we would get along just fine, but … I am not joining the Avengers.”

A pause.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.


Your smiled faded in record time, your facial expression going from sad to angry, and back to sad (or rather utter heartbreak) in a mere second.

“I-I-I-I don’t think I understand what you just said. You are not joining the Avengers? Why? I mean … did Mr. Stark show you the suit? The new, totally awesome suit? Did he tell you about the room next to Vision? I’m next to Vision, too, and it’s totally awesome … and … and … and,” you seemed at a loss of words, “Like, really awesome.”

Peter stared at you shocked, watching how you visibly swallowed. Then you noticed something behind his back.

“Happy!” you called, not even waiting until he reached the two of you. “Peter says he’s not joining!”

Happy looked to Peter, then to you. “Well, he isn’t. Tony had said you shouldn’t get this excited about the whole thing.”

“But Mr. Stark said-”

“-that you shouldn’t get this excited about the whole thing,” Happy repeated. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but you aren’t supposed to be here anyway. You had to wait until after the press conference.”

You stood there like a kicked puppy, and Peter had the strong feeling to be the one who kicked. He searched his brain for the right thing to say, not longer wanting to see this sad look on you. He didn’t know you, but he just knew he would do anything to keep the sad expression away from you.

“You have a phone?” he asked, making you furrow your brows.

“Y-yeah, ‘course.” You reached into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out a Stark phone.

“Would you open your contacts for me?”

You nodded, realization quickly dawning. The phone unlocked with your thumb swiftly touching the screen, and you opened your contact list, giving the phone to Peter. He noticed that the only saved numbers were from Happy, Tony, and Rhodey.

“You can text me,” Peter said, tapping the button to add a new contact, “we can meet up anyways, train, chat, whatever. Get to know each other.” He handed the phone back to you.

You accepted it carefully, as if you might break it, and stared at the fourth contact. Peter Parker. A spider emoji was next to his name.

As you looked back to Peter, a bright smile adorned your face again, making it impossible for him not to smile back.



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Word Count: 2 800

Genre: chat fic, coming out, coming to terms with sexuality, humour

Pairing(s): phan, tiny mention of kickthestickz

Warnings: swearing, so many spelling/grammar mistakes (all on purpose as it’s a chat fic), mentioned homophobia, sexual humour (not a lot)


crabstickzzz has added PJ to the chat.
PJ: what?
dannyboy: chris and co. think im gay

A/N Shout out to the (formerly) ~ still not gay ~ chat, thanks for not believing I was straight. (Loosely based off my own unconventional coming out.)

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Auston Matthews Imagine

I freaking love Auston so much. Hope you enjoy!! Y/C is your college btw

Requested: Yes @patrickshowtimekane

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

Y/N’s P.O.V

It was a cold winter day and I just got done with all of my classes. Luckily, I had no homework so I decided that I would go back to my dorm and take a nap. 

I struggled to carry my very full backpack. I had every single textbook that I got for this semester and my laptop and charger; as well as some notebooks and regular books. College was such a struggle sometimes. 

Once I got into my hall, I took the steps up to my floor and pulled my small key ring out to get into my dorm. 

I opened the door, almost dropping my phone and coffee in the process, and was surprised to see my boyfriend of 2 years laying on my bed. I dropped my bag, set my coffee and phone on the table and ran to the bed. 

“What are you doing here?” I squealed. Auston wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and pulled me into a kiss. “I was in town and thought that I should visit my girl.” He mumbled through the kiss. 

“You liar.” I giggled. “You’re right. I missed you and I didn’t have games or practices so I thought I would come and surprise you.” Auston said truthfully this time. 

“Well I am ecstatic that you are here, but I’m extremely tired from being up all night studying.” I frowned. “That’s alright. We’ll take a nap for a bit, but then we gotta get up because I got us tickets for the hockey game tonight.” Auston smirked at me. 

“You came here because you didn’t have hockey, but you bought us tickets to watch a hockey game.” I questioned. He laughed at me and pushed me back on my small twin bed. 

“How are we gonna fit?” I asked. “We’ll figure it out.” He whispered before pulling me close to him. 

Luckily, my bed was against the wall which kept me from falling off of the bed. I moved back, until my back was against the wall and pulled Auston closer to me.

I turned on my side and wrapped one arm over his torso. Auston’s arms crept around my waist and had me pressed against him even more than I already was. I nuzzled my face in his neck and took in his scent.  

He grabbed a blanket from the bottom of my bed and covered us both. His hands were rubbing my back like they usually did whenever we cuddled together. 

Auston let out a breath he seemed to be holding in for a while and after he was done he whispered, “I missed you so much.” Before resting his head on mine and drifting off to sleep. 

I woke up about 2 hours later. I looked up and saw Auston peacefully sleeping. I am so excited for tonight. I get to spend time with my boyfriend while doing something we both love. 

“You can stop staring now.” He mumbled. “I wasn’t staring, I was gazing.” I responded. He opened his eyes and rolled on top of me. Auston rested his arms on the sides of my head and bent down to kiss me. 

My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. The kiss was long and passionate, but was broken up when my roommate walked in. “Whoops, sorry Y/N.” She said before walking out again. I laughed and pushed him off of me. 

“I brought you a jersey so you can wear it to the game tonight.” Auston said while getting out of the bed and pulling 2 jersey’s out of his duffle bag. I hoped out of bed and took one of the jersey’s. 

When I looked at it, I realized that it was his game jersey for the Maple Leafs. “Don’t worry, I washed it.” He laughed. I smiled at him and slipped it over my long sleeve shirt. 

I decided to keep my outfit the simple, leggings, boots, and the jersey. I started to do my make-up which was also going to be simple. A little bit on concealer and mascara and I’m good to go. I brushed out my Y/H/L Y/H/C hair and I was ready.

I looked over at Auston, who just finished putting his jersey on and started to fix his hair now. 

“Ready?” Auston asked while grabbing my hand. I nodded, grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet and walked out of my dorm. 

~At the Rink~

We got past the security and went to find our seats. As we walked to our section, we passed dozens of stands with Y/C logo on things like clothes and cups and even phone cases. 

“I’m getting one of those before we leave.” Auston commented and pointed when he saw a stuffed bear wearing an ice hockey jersey for my school. I laughed and pulled him along. 

Once we got to our seats, the game was just starting.

The periods were 20 minutes long so we got up and the 10 minute mark to go and get dinner. 

There was a 10 minute intermission between periods, so when we got done eating we went back to finish the game. 

Throughout the game there was a couple of fights, on ice and in the stands and Auston was a real hit here. He probably signed about 10 jersey’s in just the last period. 

I was happy to see the smile he get’s when he meets his fans and supporters.

After he finished signing the last jersey, he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the crowd. 

“Sorry about all that.” He stuttered. “Don’t be. I didn’t mind.” I responded while stopping him. “Oh my god. It’s Auston Matthews!” Someone screamed again. He looked at me with a sad face before he got swept away in the crowd. 

A few minutes later, security had to come and break up the crowd. When they got Auston out, we were escorted back to out car by 3 security guards. 

As soon as they left Auston began apologizing. Again. 

I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his to stop him from rambling. We kissed for a couple of minutes before I pulled away. 

“Don’t say sorry. I had an amazing time tonight and I don’t care if you were with some fans, I care that you went out of your way and visited me all the way from Toronto. I know that it’s not as secluded as our pizza delivery dates we have, but I still had fun. Thank you.” I said while wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“I love you so much.” Auston whispered while resting his forehead on mine and pulling me close. 

“I love you too.” I responded.

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Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1200

Warnings: Angst and fluff!

Summary: You’re a mutant who was experimented on by Stryker. He changed your mutation so instead of feeling others’ emotions and transferring emotions to them, you can now only transfer emotions and you feel nothing.

A/N: Thanks everyone. I’m glad people liked this :)

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Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Can I request a sappy Ethan fic? Like he’s helplessly in love with the reader but she lives in Maine. So he makes a special trip to Maine to see her and finds out that she is in the hospital because of a hit and run crash. Over all it’s just really sappy with confessions and tears?

Summary: Ethan plans a special trip to visit Fem!Reader back in Maine, but things get a little scary when she gets hIT BY A CAR.

A/N: I’m the worst human being ever I went like a full week without posting am sorry but I did finally get wifi back up in my house. I’m out of town right now for my cousin’s wedding and it’s currently 2:15am but I finally finished a fic. Don’t hate me! Not my best, but hope you enjoy it anyway!

Wordcount: 1427, much longer than it needed to be oh well

Requests are closed my friends, v sorry but don’t send any requests in :( just makes me feel worse about my lack of posting rip

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Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me

Summary: or the five times Phil tries to get Dan to go out with him, and the one time he gets it right.

A/N: waaaaayyyy late valentines day fic but shshhshshshhh and enjoy some way sappy dorks being in love (it’s also teen!phan bc there just isn’t enough in the world tbh)

Word Count: 3333 

Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one; this is all fiction.

TW: none i think


“Daniel!” Phil practically sings the boy’s name and plops himself in the seat next to him, smiling so wide, his eyes are nearly closed behind his thick framed glasses.

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dan and phil play faceapp: a summary


“any cardboard box can be turned into something beautiful”

how long before dan promos the merch

this definitely wasn’t scheduled beforehand

they stole the dvp board even though it technically belongs to their old landlord

discussing furnishings

if they still have cardboard boxes in the background in ten weeks time we can shout at them or let them know if you’re into that kind of thing

“i give this channel one week before we get evicted”


appropriate but weak phil

i’ll let you off because you’ve been moving and you’re tired

and cute

that helps


this is a video that phil basically said ‘dan can we do this’ and it’s proven dan is still wrapped around his little finger

“we have to do it while it’s still relevant” mate you’re not exactly plummeting in views bloody hell

i like the insight into his camera roll

why is the danieldreamx liveshow thumbnail there

throwback to the ladybird jumper selfie

dan stop dragging him

that attractive chin angle

“apparently phil can’t take a selfie” i fucking relate

apparently phil is slightly scared and startled all the time

and the first scream of the new dapg era is upon us

rip headphone users

someone needs to put that as a jumpscare in the comments

phil speaking about having straight teeth made me sadder than it should’ve

the old filter aka “six months into the future” according to dan

the fond look from phil

“it’s seven months into the future at least”

every old!phil trope needs to be rewritten

“if you keep your current hair you will be the coolest old guy” dan still rolling in the compliments

“let’s not be ageists”

shoutout to the over 65s watching

phil looks like his grandad apparently

“i look like me but younger but that’s not what i looked like when i was younger”

just got a full close up of dans crusty ass lips that’s another one to add to the jumpscare list

dan doesn’t like female phil

“it’s like a horrible alternate universe” someone’s gonna be scouring the au tag, have fun dan

“i’m a bit scarlett johannson-y”

“clearly your hairstyle is ready to go for the female app”

celestial glowing earrings

“i would avoid him in a dark alley” says phil about himself as a… man

“that is the phil that never got a myspace account and became a builder” now there’s an au dan is either going to write himself or search for

“normy phil”

“you look so average” dan pls we know you think he’s beautiful but we’re only five minutes into the video control yourself

dan’s turn on the weird app

'neutral face’

'dan with a soul’: “i look like a mouse person” // “you look like a rabbit person!”

phil the savage my one true love

“i like it. i wanna be friends with him instead of you” wow phil you absolute savage drag him more

“it’s like you put a hoover against your ear and sucked out your soul” phil looks legitimately scared i’m

“old dan! old danny! old danny slice” phil chants whilst looking over fondly

dan’s impersonation of his old self: “i’m old but you still would”

“derek has imploded”

“you’re like an anime child”

“let’s meet danielle!” phil is way too into this

“i look like louise! that is a picture of louise!” // “it is louise… or is it a bit of zoe as well?”

phil doesn’t know zoe and louise’s ship name

come on phil they had a shop back in the day where even were you in the old days

they both watched your videos

“do you even lesbian on wattpad?” dan revealing more of his plans for that night

okay he got the ship name in the end nice one philly

“i like to think that if i, as a female or just as dan now, embraced eye makeup, it would be a bit cooler than that, that’s a bit normal”

he’d do a smoky eye, phil was more than happy to help him draw that conclusion

calling all fic writers; this is your chance

“am i already the hunky dan i wish i was?”

phil looks so excited to see 'male’ dan

“you look… very angry” i wonder if that’s code for if phil’s into it or not

“it’s really square-ified my face like let’s give this lad a chin that he doesn’t have”

oh nice dan would fuck himself

calling all fic writers; i’m begging you please please don’t

now the camera roll pictures make sense okay here we go

phil’s aesthetic twitter icon has a creepy ass filtered smile

“that’s phol. p-h-o-l. that’s your doot there” alright dan calm yourself lad

dans twitter icon’s turn

“i hate that profile picture… because i have curly hair now, i need to get a new icon that embraces the curls” finally he’s saying stuff i can get onboard with

phil stop trying to stop him from changing it

make it your lockscreen if you want to see it everyday but let the man change his damn icon

“rabbit dan is back”

pastel dan as an old guy: “he’s so cute!” says phil

phil’s selfie with the hair dye on okay dude

“i literally think that’s what i’d look like as a girl” why does he only have one set of eyelashes tho

“that is amazingphillipa”

“ah your really cringe selfie!” // “it wasn’t cringe!” dan is getting his revenge drags in

he nailed the caption according to dan

also contact i am all over that i definitely haven’t rewound it four times

the first american names they think of are kyle (phil) and cody (dan)

i ship it

what the fuck is this last picture

sideways dan

he has like three teeth i’m laughing so much what the

pirate!dan, he said so himself

what the fuck is the smile filter……. add it to the jumpscare list

also in case you’re curious we do say stuff like that in the north, philly ain’t lying to you

aaaaaaand here’s the merch promo

i feel sad that my moon head doesn’t suit hats rip

“good luck sleeping” i don’t think you’ll be sleeping dan sounds like you have a fic filled night ahead of you

oh god the photoshop make it stop right now i hate this endscreen why am i still here

i wonder what faces they’re pulling behind the photoshop

“don’t swap faces with people because it’s really demonic bye”



Professor- Tom Hiddleston x reader. |Part 1|

I wrote this a long time ago, like around last year i think..there will be a part two.

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Tom sighs; grading papers wasn’t as easy; it was stressful. Most of the students taking this course had little to no idea what they were doing; it made him wonder exactly why they picked it in the first place. All except her, Y/N L/N his brightest student, whom has great knowledge on history. And he must say that she’s earned her A.

“Alright,” Tom says, leaning against the front of his desk, legs crossed at the ankles, surveying his class. “First off, I am very disappointed.  I thought you lot would’ve taken this paper seriously, after I put my heart out to teach you this, and you give me nothing but failure in return.”

From where Y/n sat, she could see the disappointment in his eyes as he spoke. His blue eyes shift across the class until they landed on her, lingering for a moment before he turns to the table behind him. “You’ll receive these at the end of the class.” He motions to the stack of papers, “In the meantime, open your books, we start a new chapter today.”

When the class came to an end, most of the students had left, the professor giving out the papers, the students either muttering their apologies or taking them with a shrug. “I must say you never cease to amaze me Miss L/n, top of the class as usual,” He smiles his brilliant smile, handing her the paper, ignoring the sweet chill that ran down his spine when her fingers brushed his, the girl smiles back, “Well, someone has to take this seriously professor,” Y/n lets her eyes wonder, watching the sun glow against his chestnut hair, his blue green eyes, to the stubble on his face. Tom clears his throat, awkwardly looking away from the young woman, who as of late, had been consuming is every thought. Especially the way her eyes would light up when he’d start teaching; she’d answer every question he threw, even if she didn’t know the answer.  “And I’m glad someone does, Now you should get to class – who’s class do you have now?” he raises his eyebrows, she blinks, pulling herself from the inappropriate thoughts swarming her mind, making her cheeks go red. “Uh…. Oh um…Mr. Hemsworth,”

Advanced Math.

“Well you better get going, knowing him, the goon isn’t going to wait up,” He says, showing her to the door. The two share a last smile, before she leaves. When he closes the door, he leans his head against it, clearing his thoughts.


“What am I going to do? Chris she’s a student and yet I have feelings for her that I shouldn’t,” Tom runs his hand through his hair, his free hand holding his phone to his ear. He crosses the street, making his way to the one café that’s opened late on a Tuesday, hell bent on a cup of their strongest coffee. “Now Tom, there are some things that happens for reasons we know not. Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something,”

“Yes, it’s telling me that I need coffee and I have that I need to get home and watch the new episodes of Doctor who and Sherlock,” he says, listening to his best friends’ sigh through the receiver. “Don’t drown this out, talk to her—’’

“–And tell her what? I have some stupid school boy crush on her and the mere thought of her is driving me insane?”

“Well whatever works.”

He pushes open the door of the café, only for it to hit someone. “–Oh God, I’m sorry,” he says, quickly going over to the female who was holding her nose and stream of muffled swears coming from her mouth. “Chris I’ll call you back,” he hangs up, not giving the male time to answer. Tom places his hand on the girl’s shoulder, recognition flashing in her eyes as she looks up. “Professor….” She blinks, moving her hand from face, unaware of the blood coming from her nose. Tom leads her to the counter, repeatedly muttering his apologizes, “No… It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention,” she motions to phone clutched in her left hand. He shakes his head, “Do you have a first aid kit?” his eyes shift to the green eyed girl behind the counter, staring at the blood on Y/n’s hand an dripping from her chin. “Don’t listen to him, I’m fine.” She grabs a napkin, putting it under her nose; the white was quickly consumed by the crimson. She turns around, making a zip to the bathroom.

After washing her hands and face, and holding her head back, she meets Mr. Hiddleston standing outside the door, with the most apologetic look she’s ever seen; kind of like a puppy after you’ve kicked it. “I’m fine professor, really, I stopped the bleeding.” She adjusts her black maxi dress, walking past him to a table, sitting while he walks to the counter to order the coffee. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes wonder over to her, watching as her dress slide up her thighs, revealing more of the black stockings she was wearing. Oh what he would do right now to rip that thing off and do what he likes. He takes the coffee to the table, resting the cup in front of her, she, raising a dark eyebrow. Tom chuckles, “I owe you, for hitting you in the face and all—again I’m so sorry,”

“You said that about fifty times, and like those fifty times I’ll say it’s fine,” she smiles, waving him off, Tom finds his eyes wandering down her neck, his mouth was suddenly dry as he looks over her s/c skin. Her h/c hair that she usually wears down was up and away from her face; in a perfect messy bun. She raises her cup to her full pink lips; Tom forces his eyes upward as Y/n begins talking. “So you come around here often Professor?” she asks, taking another sip of the black coffee, smiling at the man. Alex was actually impressed that she kept her cool and had not stuttered and blushed like an idiot. “Ah, yes. It’s usually where I clear my head, teaching isn’t as dandy as it seems,”                     

“And here I thought becoming a teacher was gonna be fun,” she jokes, the both of them sharing a laugh, “It’s not that bad you know Y/n, it’s actually quite fun on most days,”                                                  

“I’m sure it is professor—’’                                                             

 “—just Tom please, I get enough of that on campus.”

Y/n smiles over her mug, “I like the formalities, that word holds a lot of respect you know. Have you ever noticed that I never called any other teachers that?” She’s right, she’s never called another teacher ‘Professor’ it was always Mrs. or Mr.

Y/n watches the muscles in his jaw clench as he stared at her, she smiles, causing him to as well.  They talk for a while after, even forgetting their coffee, only realizing it went cold when Y/n took a sip and made a face. Though Y/n couldn’t stop the thoughts that ran through her head when her crush was sitting right in front of her, she had to keep telling herself that he was a teacher, her teacher who teaches History and by far the hottest guy at her collage. But liking her teacher could get her and him in serious trouble, one him losing his job, she wouldn’t risk his bread and butter, she isn’t selfish. She sighs disappointingly, looking at her now empty cup, “Are you alright?” Tom asks looking at her worriedly, hoping he hadn’t said something stupid. “Yeah, I’m fine, great actually. But I gotta get going; I have a lot of work to cover tonight,” she says getting up from her chair. Pushing it in, smiling at him, “Thanks for the coffee Professor, I enjoyed your company.” With that, she leaves Tom, sitting staring at his cup of half-drunk coffee, wondering why he didn’t tell her. Maybe the universe is mocking him for not taking Chris’ advice, ‘there’s always tomorrow’ Chris would say.

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Juvenal Delinquent: C.G

So here is one of my imagines I had longest on my lists. I’ve kinda wanted to do this for a bit. But well here ya go.

Warning: Swearing and typical Gallagher shit.

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46+ LITTLE WINGS NOW!! I’m so happy. Thank you all!

I hope you like it!

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“Well? Are you going to explain yourself? Or do I have to kick you out of my window?”

“SORRY!! I-I just came to your room, and ,and  you looked so warm and comfy! I couldn’t help myself.” Nightwing said. “Pls don’t kill me”

“You’re lucky I am happy today, so get out now before I change my mind.”

Nightwing, in all his risky nature, kissed your cheek and ran away thought your windows.

Your eyes followed his moves until his figure was not visible.


You sighed and went to get dressed, you put on a cute skirt and a blouse, no makeup and you brushed your teeth and hair.

You went to your neighbor’s door, you decided to ask him to breakfast as a thank you.

Tock Tock Tock

“Dick? Are you home?”






Five minutes after, Dick opened the door and leaned in the door frame.

“Hey…” He said with a confident smirk.

You broke in laugh attack.


Dick looked at you as if you were crazy, then he looked in the hall mirror and saw that indeed

He had his superman boxers over his pants.

Wow Dick, if you want a girl seeing you in boxers you could be smother.

He blushed in all the shades of crimson and ran to his room to change meanwhile you were laughing your ass of.

“I’m ready. What did you want, (n/n)?” He said, coming out of his room, now dressed right.

“I just thought, dunno, if you wanted to have breakfast with me, my treat! As a thank you for your help.”

Dick’s eyes shined

“YES. Let’s go! I know the perfect coffee shop.”


You decide for a hot chocolate and a croissant and Dick decided to have a coffee and a croissant.

“Wow, you don’t know how thankful I am right now. The only thing I have in my pantry is cereal.”

“Heh, thank YOU for your help.”

“So, (y/n), why are you so happy today? Got a date or something?”

“How do you know that?”

“…I’m a fortune teller…??”

“What? But yeah, I got a date with my friend who lives in Gotham. It’s been years since last I saw him”

“He’s more than a friend?”

“What? NO! We’re just friends”

“Then, I still got a chance?” He winked.

You  blushed but sipped your chocolate with a smile.


Tim Drake normally was a sleep deprived teen with too many preoccupations and didn’t think of going out with anyone. But he got kissed a lot.

So he must be attractive, no?

If so, he could win the heart of his long love interest in secret.

AKA (y/n) (l/n).

Alfred was surprised to see young Tim Drake, dressed prettily, without bags under his eyes, fresh as a rose.

It was a good surprise.

“Master Tim, what got this change in you today?”

“I got a date, Alfred! Tonight!”

“I’m surprised there is a girl so foolish that she would agree going out with you.” Damian said.

“You little- you know what? I’m too happy to fight you today.”

Bruce Wayne who was just reading the newspaper raised his eyes and looked at his middle child, eyebrows raised.

“I hope you will bring her home soon, if she is the same girl you’ve been talking about for years.”

“I-I don’t know when to bring her, for all the family to be present…” Tim said, but what he really wanted to say was:

“I don’t want to bring her home, all of you will scare her off.”

“Tomorrow would be a good day, Alfred was going to make your favorite for dinner. I’m also very curious of what makes this girl so special than she got you to sleep 8 hours.”

“heh, I-I don’t know if she will be able to atted…”

“You coward, you don’t want to bring her home? Are you scared I will take her away from you?”


“Oh, so her name is (Y/n)…hmm (y/n) Wayne it sounds better than (y/n) Drake.”


“Stop it. Tim you know Damian is just messing with you.”

“I now, but-“

“Sorry, to interrupt you master Tim, but at what time you promised Miss (Y/N) you would pick her up?”

“At 7”

“…” Bruce looked at his son. “Tim, you know it’s 6:50, right?”


Damian laughed at Tim’s distress until his father glared at him.

“I got the car ready, master Tim. Ready to go when you are.”



Tim was late and you were freezing.

Great day to pick a short skirt and a blouse.

“Where are you Tim?”

“Prince charming forgot about his Cinderella?”

You turned around and found Nightwing, hanging from a lamp post.

“You again…What do you want now?”

“Oh, nothing, just keep company to this really beautiful girl who helped me out last night. And if her date let’s her hanging, treat her to dinner.”

He jumps to the ground and smirks, flipping his hair fabulously.

“I don’t need your company, Tim is almost there I know it.”

“Well, why don’t we go-“

Suddenly a limo came up and Tim got off of it, running to you, his jacket in hand.

“I’m so so sorry, (y/n). My stupid little brother made me late.” He said as he put his jacket around you. You smiled at Tim and kissed his check.

“Don’t worry, I’m just happy you are here.”

“What’s Nightwing doing here?” Tim glared at his brother, jealous.

“Oh, he-“

“I was just keeping her company, and was almost going to take her to have dinner, seeing as you keep her waiting in the cold unforgiving night of Blüdhaven.” He glared back.

“Well, I’m here. So you can scram off.” Tim said snarkily.

Wow, Tim so OOC.

“Yeah, I’m going I have to find my colleague Red Robin, I have to talk to him about a …problem.” Nightwing said. “Have a wonderful night (Y/N) “ He kissed your cheek to Timmy’s displeasure, who grabbed your hip and dragged you to the car.

You entered the car and Tim sat next to you, meanwhile the car pulled off Tim and Dick’s glare contest was still going on.


“I’m so sorry (y/n)”

“Don’t worry, Timmy. Now shush and enjoy the movie.”


In the climax of the movie, Tim pulled off the oldest trick in the book as he stretched and pulled his arm around you.

You smiled at his smooth move and leaned your head on his shoulder. He blushed but a silly smile was on his face for all the rest of the movie.


“Did you like the movie?”

“Yeah, I did. It was better than some of the other prequels.”


“ Now what?” You asked. Tim smiled charmingly.

“Now he go to have dinner.”

After a short drive, the car pulled off on this really fancy Italian restaurant.

“Timmy! This is too fancy for me!”

“Nothing is too much for you. You deserve the best”

You smiled at Tim bashfully.

He was a real charmer.

Well, he is a Wayne.

“I had a reservation.”


“ Tim Drake-Wayne”

“OH. Mr. Drake, come in please! Over here, we have the best table for you and your date. Right this way.”

She looked nervous.

Huh, why? You thought.

Tim waited for you to sit and then brought the chair closer to the table chivalrously. Then he sat down himself. A waiter came up with the menus and after a short period of time your food was already served.

“So… How do you like Gotham?”

“It’s gloomy and dark…”


“I like it.”



Tim smiled and his ears turned red.

“I missed you, (n/n), a lot”

“I missed you too, Timmy”

“…Do you still want to meet my family? We’re really dysfunctional and probably, my brothers won’t be here and-and”

You put your hand over his, shutting him up.

“Yes Tim, I would love to meet your family.”


“Tomorrow at 9?”


“Wait, tomorrow?!”

“If you can’t we could-“

“NO-no It’s okay, I just have to go shopping for something…fancier.”

“No (n/n), you are beautiful dressed in a dress as you are in your gym clothes. You don’t need more fancy clothes, I’m sure my family will love you as you are just like I love you-“



“Don’t worry, I’m nervous too. And I think your clothes are beautiful” Your face and a tomato were the same in this moment.


After a wonderful diner and a walk in Gotham Park in the chilly night of Gotham with the city light as your stars, Tim took you back to Blüdhaven and walked you up until your door.

After a few moments of tension, Tim gained the courage to try and kiss you.

As his lips were about to touch yours, the door in front of yours opened and Dick come out of his home.

He wasn’t spying you two through the peephole.


“Timmy? Little brother what are you doing here?! Came over to see you favorite big brother?”

Tim blushed and turned to Dick who was smiling broadly while Tim glared.


To be continued…

Without You

***Disclaimer*** There is a small part in Tris’ POV, but most of it is copied and pasted from the book, I added few of my own lines in there, so no copyright infringment was intended!

Warnings: Death, and kind of angsty, sorry!

Last day of initiation, the day I find out my ranking, my fate in Dauntless. But first, I’ll have to go through my fear landscape; I wait outside with my fellow initiates, watching them go in to the room one by one.

“Y/N!” I finally hear, I get a few good lucks before walking into the room, my boyfriend Eric come up to me with the syringe. We started dating one month after initiation started, and have been dating for 4 months now. And yes, I am in love with him, but I haven’t been able to build up the courage to tell him, what if he doesn’t feel the same?

I snap out of my thoughts as Eric begins to speak, “I’m going to inject you with this serum Y/N, and you’re gonna go through all of your fears, the leaders will see what you see, and everyone else will only see your reactions,” his face wears the same hard expression as it does when he’s near any of the other initiates, but I know it’s just a mask, he proves this further when he places his hand in my shoulder and whispers, “Be brave Y/N.”

He then injects me, one by one I go through all of my fears, I only have eight, the second lowest number within my group of initiates, Tris had the lowest, 7.

I get out of my landscape in 17 minutes and Eric meets me at the back door of the landscape room, “That was amazing Y/N! You really do belong here,” He gives a small smile, but hardens his expression almost immediately.

“Thanks Eric!” I smile back, resisting every urge to kiss him.

“I can’t believe that losing me is one of your fears,” he says, refer to the fear where I was forced to kill my loved ones.
“Well, maybe because I l-” I stop myself before I say it. Shit.

“You what…?” He asks quickly.

“Because I-I would never want to kill a person who has never wronged me,” I say confidently, trying to cover my mistake. Eric didn’t believe me but just as he was about to say something Max called him back.

“I’ll see you in the cafeteria for the rankings,” he quickly says as he leaves.

I meet my three best friends Christina, Will, and Tris in the dorm rooms; we still have two hours before we find out what our rankings are.

“Can you believe this will be our last night in this room,” Christina says.

“Thank God for that,” I laugh. I could not wait to get out of this disgusting dorm room, and get my own apartment.

“Are you guys scared for ranks?” Will asks.

“A little, I just hope I don’t have to work on the fence,” I say, “I wouldn’t want to stay away from the compound for weeks on end.”

“Same,” Christina groans.

We sitting in the dorm room, watching as the rest of transfers make their way back from their own landscapes, until Four finally comes in to tell us that it was time for our results.

We walked into the cafeteria with the Dauntless-born initiates; some of us wore excited looks on our faces, whereas others looked nervous as hell.  

Max gives a speech and then the ranks are posted. Where is it? Where is my name? I’m cut! Shit I’ve been cut! I scan the bottom of the board and I don’t see it, so I slowly work my way up, then I see it:

1. Tris

2. Uriah

3. Y/N

What?! I got third place! Third place! I can’t help myself from jumping and squealing a little as the Dauntless crowd bursts into claps and cheers.

I look around to congratulate my friends, but all I find is Christina kissing Will and Tris kissing Four. No matter how happy I may feel for them, I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy; why can’t my relationship with Eric be so loving and open like them?

I see Eric making his way toward the doors of the cafeteria and he gestures for me to follow. I quickly make my way after him.

“I got third place! I can’t believe it!” I gush as soon as we’re out of earshot.

“Congratulations Y/N,” Eric says smiling. I’m the only one who ever gets to see Eric like this, so whenever he smiles it only makes me happier. I lean up and kiss him.

This is the moment that I realize that I have to tell him, I can no longer keep this secret from him. I love him way too much; I can’t keep it in any longer. I’m Divergent.

“Eric, I have to tell you something,” Maybe this isn’t the right place.

“I have to tell you something too,” He says, “But you go first.”

“No, I can’t here. Can we meet on the roof early in the morning, before most people wake up?” He hesitates, as if he is about to say something, but the he just nods, “What did you want to tell me?”

“I just wanted to say that, Y/N, I-I lo-” He pauses.

“You what?” I look up at him, my heart racing. Just say it, please.

“That I-” He suddenly looks like he has changed his mind about something and he quickly says, “I am so proud of you Y/N.”

“Oh,” I look away from him, I feel so stupid, he wasn’t about to confess anything. Stupid girl.

“I should get back,” Eric says, “You should go have dinner now. I’ll see you soon.”

“Uh, yeah, bye,” I say. Eric turns to leave, but he suddenly turns back around and gives me a quickly peck on the lips and looks me deeply in the eyes, almost as if he is apologizing for something, then he walks away, leaving me a little sad and very confused.

Dinner had just ended and we had been informed that all of Dauntless would be getting some sort of needle. Eric walks up to me with a syringe in his hand, “What is it for? Why do we need to get these?”

“It’s a precautionary tracking device that is being injected into all the members of our faction,” Eric explains, I simply nod my head and turn it, exposing my neck to Eric for easy access. He brushes a few strands of hair off, and injects the needle, shooting me another apologetic look. What’s his deal?

“Alright Y/N, you should probably head to the dorms, you’re in for a long day tomorrow,” He says.

“I’ll see you on the roof I guess,” I sigh.

He hesitates once again before saying, “Y-yeah, I’ll meet you there.”

I feel someone shake my shoulders, “Wake up Y/N!”

“Tris?” I whisper, I see my fellow initiates all getting ready, they look almost like drones, “What’s going on?”

“It’s a simulation,” she sound worried.

“We just have to act like we’re under it as well. Do whatever they do I guess,” I say. Tris nods in agreement, and we head out with everyone else, following their lead.

We all stand in rows, Tris is next to me and Will is in front, when I hear someone questioning the leaders about what was going on. I see him out of the corner of my eye, a confused looking Dauntless member, and more importantly a Divergent. Max smiles at him, a sickly smile, then shoots him right in the head. I keep myself from jumping at the sound of the gun, telling myself that I’m supposed to be under a simulation.

Then I see Eric making his way towards me, away from the sight of the rest of the leaders, my heart speeds up and I focus my eyes straight ahead. He steps directly in fronts of me, filling the gap between me and Will. He looks me in the eyes, and I try to keep my expression neutral. He finally reaches down and grabs my hands in his, “This is literally the worst time to be saying this, I know you can hear me, and once you’re out of this sim I know you’ll recall this, I’m so fucking sorry this had to happen Y/N. But I don’t know what the result of this is going to be, I had to tell you now in case I never get the chance after this. I love you.”

He said it. He finally fucking said it! I desperately will myself to not respond and keep my dead expression. He literally told me at the worst time, I can’t even tell him that I love him back, if I do I’ll be fucking killed. Oh fuck you Eric!

He takes a deep breath and turns to walk away. I almost, almost, follow him, but Tris quickly grabs my hand, and I see her shake her head from the corner of my eye, so I stop myself.

We all get on the train and make our way to Abnegation.

I roam one of the alleys of the Abnegation faction, there is barely anyone here, but I still act as if I’m under the sim, just in case. I was separated from Tris on the train, and the group of soldiers I was with eventually dispersed. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the cry of a small child and his mother around the corner. I quickly peek my head around, and aside from the Abnegation mother and son, the only person there is a Dauntless man, who is holding a gun to the mother’s head. Eric. He has his back turned to me, I can’t let him kill them, I quietly creep up from behind him, and put my own gun to his head, “Don’t you dare shoot them.”

He pauses for a moment, and then puts his gun down, hands raised beside his head. He slowly turns around and his eyes widen when he sees me, “Y/N? You’re-”

“Yes. I’m Divergent, Eric,” I spit out his name, “I can’t believe you would do something like this!”

He almost looks hurt as he whispers, “You have to listen to me Y/N, I didn’t want to do this, I truly didn’t, but I had to, you have to believe me.”

I did. I did believe him. I look into his eyes and whisper, “Okay.”

He looks at me with a hateful expression and spits, “The cameras can’t detect sound, so I just have to make it look like I’m angry. Put the gun to the back of my head and lead me to where I tell you. There are a few alleyways where Erudite was unable to install cameras.”

I lead Eric down a few turns, making sure there are no Dauntless soldiers there, and we eventually make it to a small alley where there are no cameras. Eric turns around to face me and I lower my gun, “Okay now what?”

He takes both my hands into his own, “So you’re Divergent? How could you not tell me Y/N?”

“I was going to Eric! I swear, that’s why I asked to meet you on the roof,” I say defensively, “But you’re no one to lay accusations on me, how could you do this. So many innocents are being killed because of these plans.”

“I have my reasons Y/N, I can’t tell you right now, the time isn’t right, but you have to trust me,” I nod, “so since you were never under the sim, I guess you heard everything I said back in the compound?”

“I did,” I smile and punch him in the shoulder, “you have the worst fucking timing Eric! Do you know how hard I had to try to keep up my act up?! Fuck you!”

He chuckles and pull me into his arms, “I love you.”

“I love you too Eric!” I lean up and kiss him, and for a while, I forget where we are, for a moment it is just the two of us in the whole world, holding each other, madly in love.

Eric finally pulls away, “Y/N, I have to go now. Listen, there is a hideout that some of the Abnegation have, go there and they will help you, I’m sure Tris will be there.” Eric tells me where to go and the secret knock that he overheard a few Abnegation talking about. He then bends down to the body of an Abnegation man, who is lying dead on the ground, and puts some of the man’s blood on his clothes and arm, I cringe knowing that he is trying to make it look like he killed me,  “I really have to go now baby.”

He turns to walk away, and my eyes suddenly fill with tears, “Eric?” He turns back to face me, “Will I see you again?”

He inhales deeply, and then gives me a peck on the lips, “This will all be over soon Y/N.”

“That’s not what I asked Eric,” I whisper, trying to keep the tears from spilling.

“I need to go Y/N,” I breathe in sharply as he turns around and walks away.

“Eric?” I say just before he turns around the corner, he stops, keeping his back turned to me, “Be careful.”

He finally looks back and gives me a weary smile, “I will Y/N, you take care of yourself too babe.”

I see Eric disappear around the corner, and I let a single tear slip down my cheek.

I sit in the hidden room with a group of Abnegation, Tris, and Tris’ brother; I think his name is Caleb. We plan to go to Dauntless and stop the simulation.

Everything that happened after that was kind of a blur, leaving the safe room, getting on the train, going into Dauntless HQ. I was too busy worrying about Eric to care about what was happening around me, especially after Tris told me that she had shot him in the leg.

Now Caleb, Marcus, Peter, and I stand outside the control room, waiting Tris to come out with Four. I get fed up and finally go in myself, to help Tris. I see that she just shut down the simulation, one by one, the screens start to shut down, and we hear Dauntless guards coming. Tris and Four hurry me out of the room, just as I’m about to leave I see someone raise a gun at Eric on one of the screen, but the screen shuts off before I can see what happens.

“Come on Y/N!” Four yells at me, as Tris grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room.

We all get on the train and head to Amity, we are officially fugitives. I’m worried out of my mind about Eric, and I can’t stand seeing Four and Tris act all romantic, when my love life is such a mess, so I go sit alone in a corner of the train. I clutch the necklace that Eric gave me when I passed the first stage on initiation ranked in second place. Please let him be okay.

We’ve been in Amity for two days, and I haven’t heard anything from Eric. Johanna allowed us to stay here as long as we blended in with their members. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and get out my cot, heading out of the room I share with Peter and Caleb.

“What’s going on Johanna? What did you hear?” I hear Four say from around the corner.

“One of Dauntless’ leaders was killed.” She says. What?!

“Who?!” Both Four and Johanna turn to me.

Johanna looks at me with a calm, yet disappointed expression, “Y/N, sweetheart, you know it’s wrong to eavesdro-”

“Who. Is. It. Johanna.?” I say slowly, spitting out every word, stepping dangerously close to her.

She steps back, and Four grips my arm, “Just tell her Johanna.”

“Eric. It is Eric,” She says, not knowing my relationship to him.

I feel my heart breaking. My body feels like it’s being torn apart. I want to scream but at the same time, I just want to fall and not do anything at all. I find myself running. As fast as my legs can carry me, I don’t know how long I run, I don’t know where I go, but when I’m finally too exhausted to take another step I fall to my knees, I see that I’m surrounded by trees. I sit there for hours, just staring up at the sky; I watch its bright blue colour get darker and darker until its almost pitch black, I feel nothing at all, my mind and body are completely numb.

I finally pick myself up and make my way back to Amity’s fields.

“Where the hell did you go?!” Tris yells at me, gripping my arms, I don’t respond, “Y/N? Hello?!”

“Tris, leave her alone,” Four says, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Peter, can you take Y/N back to her room.”

Peter puts his arm around me and walks me back to our room as if I’m a small child. I lay on my cot, staring up at the ceiling until I eventually fall asleep.

The next few days are a blur, I spend most of my time sitting in my cot holding on to my necklace, sometimes I move to the floor, I barely remember eating or communicating with anyone. I haven’t thought of anything that happened, I haven’t let a single tear slip, and I’m afraid that anytime now, I will explode. Tris comes in and sits in front of me to give me one of her usual lectures.

“Y/N, you’ve been up here for days, you have to come down. Get it together Y/N, I know he’s gone, but you can’t let that destroy you,” She realizes that her words are having no effect on me and sighs, “Alright fine Y/N. But Amity is hosting one of their bonfires tonight, at least join us for that. If not for yourself then for us, and I know you know that Eric would have never wanted to see you like this.”

I know she’s right, I have to do this. Eric would hate me if he saw how weak I was right now. I will go to that bonfire tonight, and wherever Eric is, I know he’ll be glad that I’m trying to stay strong. I love you Eric. I miss you.

Eric’s POV

“What the fuck?!” I yell, clutching Max’s collar, “What the fuck do you mean she’s dead?!”

“Please Eric,” he chokes out, “Relax, just listen to me.”  

“Relax?!” I practically scream, “How the fuck do you expect me to relax?!”

I let go of Max and he falls back on to his chair, I take a deep breath, trying to get a control over myself, “How did this happen? I want to know everything Max.”

“We found her body in the Chasm two days ago. You were patrolling the city, so we cremated her body. Her face was practically unidentifiable, we wouldn’t have known it was her if it weren’t for this,” Max reaches into his pocket, and hand me a small object. Y/N’s ring, she’d had it for years, I turn it over in my hand and see her name engraved at the back of it. Fuck no, this can’t be fucking happening!

My hand shakes and I whisper, “Do you know who did this?”

“Jeanine saw her being shot,” My eyes widen at this, Jeanine knew and didn’t tell me, “the face of the killer was covered, however, Jeanine had been able to detect the divergence level of the person. They are exactly who we’re looking for, the 100% Divergent.”

I’ll kill them, whoever the fuck it was, I will kill them!

I storm out of Max’s office and back to my apartment. I slam my door shut and smash the first vase I see, I then proceed to destroy any object I come into contact with. Once my apartment is completely trashed, I fall to my knees and sob, I haven’t cried in years, but I can’t do anything now, I can’t stop it. I sob until I feel numb. I eventually drift to sleep on the floor next to the couch.


I sit around a fire with Tris, Four, Peter, Caleb, and a group of Amity. They’ve been singing this entire time, and somehow, miraculously, I was able to push my troubles aside for a while, feeling slightly happy.

“Can any of you sing?” An Amity girl asks, gesturing towards us.

“Y/N can!” Peter says suddenly, damn his Candor ways.

“Sing for us Y/N!” Another Amity boy says, a few others agree with him. I quickly shake my head, not wanting to take part in any of this.

“Oh come on Y/N, sing for us,” Tris urges me, “Maybe it’ll help you feel better. Please?”

I decide that maybe it would help, so I do:  

My voice breaks at the end. I can’t do this. I get up and run into the forest, falling down next to a tree. I finally let the tears come, I sob, I sob harder than I’ve ever sobbed before, I sob for what feels like hours. Peter finally comes to look for me, Four soon follows him. They both just sit on either side of me, not saying anything. I became good friends with Peter towards the end of the first stage of initiation, and Four transferred along with my brother, so he has always treated me like a younger sister. It feels good to have them next to me. I finally get up and Peter puts his arm around me, leading me back to Amity, while Four follows closely behind us. I feel a slight sense of relief, I finally allowed myself to breakdown, I finally let out all the emotion I was holding back.

I sit in the room next to the window, while Peter and Caleb sit on their individual cots. I stare at the moon, and hope that Eric is watching me from wherever he is, I miss you Eric. I love you; I wish I could have told you that, before you left. I only ever got to tell you once, but I want you to know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before.

Eric’s POV

I wake up before dawn; I go out onto my balcony, remembering the countless times that I spent up here with Y/N. I stare up at the moon, and I hope that Y/N is watching me from wherever she is. I miss you Y/N. I love you; I wish I could have told you that, before you left. I only ever got to tell you twice, but I want you to know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before.


It’s the middle of the day and I sit with Tris, Four, Peter, and Caleb in Johanna’s office. I hear Four mutter a curse, and we all look up at him.

“Dauntless,” He says back with wide eyes, “They’re here! Hunting for us!”

Johanna rushes up and tells us to stay hidden in her office, so we all huddle up in the back corner. A few minutes later, Four walks up to look out the window again. He turns back around and his face has gone pale, almost as if he saw a ghost. I exchange a look with Tris and walk up to Four to see what he saw, I look out the window, and I don’t believe his eyes. Eric.

My face breaks into a wide smile and tears slip down my cheeks, “He’s alive,” I whisper, “Four he’s alive!”

“And now he’s hunting us,” Four hisses, dragging me back to the corner.

“H-he wouldn’t kill us!”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of Y/N!” Four scolds me as if I’m a little child, “You will stay hidden from him Y/N. If he catches us, he may try to protect you but Tris and I will sure as hell be killed. And I’m sure you don’t want us to die because of your little love affair, do you?”

I can’t believe Four is blackmailing me like this; I look down and shake my head. I guess I can’t let Eric see me.

We hear Eric making his way into Johanna’s office, Four looks around the corner and down at him. Suddenly Four jerks his head back, “Shit! I’m pretty sure Eric just made eye contact with me! We’re done!”

To all of our surprise we see Eric turn around and walk back. Four takes this moment to usher us towards the window. We are just about to leave when Peter suddenly shouts, “They’re up here! Hey! Eric, they’re up here!”

What is he doing?!

Four quickly pushes us out the window, and soon enough, we are running through the woods and catching a train to who knows where. Eric didn’t see me, I didn’t let him, and now I fucking hate myself. I’m sorry Eric, I’m sorry.

The following day is spent with the factionless, and then we travel down to Candor to meet the rest of the loyal Dauntless members.

I’ve been in Candor for days now, and I’m currently sitting in my bunk ready to sleep. We hear a commotion going on somewhere in the compound, and Christina and I look at one another and decide to go find out what’s happening.

Tris’ POV

“How could you do that to her? She was your friend, she trusted you,” Eric hissed. What the hell was he talking about?

I close my hand around the knife handle and squeeze. Eric leans closer.

Dauntless attacked Candor, and Eric discovered my Divergence. He is now leading me out of the faction to turn me in to Jeanine.

“Just between you and me … I think you might have gotten three, because you’re the kind of bullheaded person who would refuse to make a simple choice just because she was told to,” he says. “Care to enlighten me?”

I lurch forward, pulling my hand out of my pocket. I close my eyes as I thrust the blade up and toward him. I don’t want to see his blood.

I feel the knife go in and then pull it out again. My entire body throbs to the rhythm of my heart. The back of my neck is sticky with sweat. I open my eyes as Eric slumps to the ground, and then—chaos.  


I run down the stairs to see what’s happening, as I walk into the room I see Tris huddled in Four’s arms holding a knife, explaining something to him, she gestures to the other side of the room and that is when I see him. Eric is slumped on the ground, he is covered in blood and by the looks of it, he has been stabbed. Fuck no! He is slipping out of consciousness, I run up to him and fall on to me knees, putting my hands on his cheeks.

“Eric! Fuck Eric keep your eyes open! Eric! Don’t you fucking die on me! Please?” I beg him, with tears streaming down my face. He doesn’t know I’m here. That’s when Candor’s leader Jack Kang walks up to me, explaining how Eric is one of Candor’s prisoners now, meaning he will get honourable treatment. They then take him to the hospital.

The Dauntless have decided that Eric will be executed today. Oh hell no, I will not let that happen. Eric sits on a chair in front of Tori, Four, and Harrison, Four holds a gun to his head, “Eric, be brave.”

I run forward towards Eric, finally revealing myself, I shield Eric’s body, “No! You can’t fucking kill him Four! You can’t!”

“Y/N, you’re alive?” Eric asks in utter shock.

“Y/N, get away from him!” Four shouts at me.

“No Four! If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first.” I say confidently.

“Y/N ge-”

“No. Four.” I say slowly, “Listen, I’m not just doing this because I’m a psychotic girlfriend like you all think. Think about it, Eric is our only key to figuring out Jeanine’s plan. Don’t you want to know why Jeanine wants your girlfriend?”

“What makes you think he’ll tell us?” Tori asks me in a bitchy tone, “The man isn’t even afraid to die for Jeanine’s secret, why would he tell us?”

“Look around Tori!” I spit, “We’re in Candor. Put him under the truth serum!”

Realization strikes them all instantly, and Four and Harrison agree with me. We eventually get everything set up and Eric is put under the truth serum.

One by one, he is asked simple questions by Four.

“So why did you do it? Why did you take part in Jeanine’s plans?” Four asks.

“For her,” Eric points at me, what? “Jeanine threatened to kill her, she was on constant watch throughout initiation, and I had to do it to save her life.”

He did this for me. Me! Oh my god, I can’t believe this.

“So you didn’t want to do it?” Four asks.

“Of course not, I tried my best to not save as many people as I could. Why do you think I pushed the gun down towards my leg when Tris threatened to shoot me in Abnegation, I could have easily pushed it to the side. I let her shoot me so you two could escape. Then at Amity, I saw you in Johanna’s office yet I walked away, the only reason I had to go back to you was because Peter called me up there, the other soldiers had heard his call so I couldn’t back out.”

“You said earlier that you thought Y/N was dead, so why didn’t you stop after that, if you were only doing this to save her, why didn’t you stop after she died? Why did you come here and try to take Tris away?”

“I was told that she was killed by the one who was 100% Divergent, and that turned out to be Tris, I had to get revenge.”

“Do you regret what you did?”

“I did it to save her, so no. However, I do regret that many lives were lost because of my actions.”

“Do you have anything else to tell us?”

“I-I’m, no, nothing else!” Eric looks like he is struggling hard to keep a secret.

“What is it Eric?” Four asks more aggressively

He stays silent.

“Eric, please tell us. Please baby,” I beg him.

“I’m-I’m Divergent!”

I drop the glass of water that I was holding and Four drops his gun.

“W-what?!” Four says, everyone is clearly as shocked as I am.

“I’m Divergent.”

“Alright Eric, based on your confession, we, the members of Dauntless, have agreed to forgive you, as long as you join our side” Four says, “You can go now.”

Eric gets off his chair and walk out the door and onto the balcony. I run after him, and he turns to me, “Y/N! I’m so sorry, fuck I thought you were dead! I missed you so fucking much. I love you!”

I walk up to him and pathetically punch at him a few times, “Fuck you! You’re such an idiot Eric! You did this all for me, what were you thinking? Do you actually think I would have been able to live with myself if you had died for me?”

He pulls me into his arms, and we stand there hugging one another, until I feel wetness on the skin of my neck, “Eric? Eric are you crying?”

He takes a deep breath and pulls away from our hug, “I’m so sorry Y/N! I love you so much.”

“I know Eric. Its okay, I don’t ever want to see you cry again baby. I love you too,” and with that we kiss.

From now on, everything will be better, the war will end soon, and though our world may be fucked up, at least I have Eric with me. I don’t ever want to spend another day without him.      

A/N: I’m sorry it that was so long, it was originally going to be split into three parts, but I got a little carried away :P Anyways, I’m also sorry that I haven’t posted in forever, but this took so long to write. I hope you enjoy it! 

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Beca Mitchell is a child prodigy, hot shot doctor, and youngest surgeon ever at Barden University Medical Center. She has no life to speak of outside of work. One night her best friend and coworker Aubrey Posen convinces her to go out and she hooks up with a cute redhead. She doesn't expect to see her the next day for orientation of the new medical students....

“Hey, Mitchell. What’re your plans for tonight?” Dr. Aubrey Posen leans against the locker next to Beca’s as the brunette starts to remove her scrubs in favor of her street clothes. 

“I’ve got some paperwork I’ll probably finish up and then I’ll probably go to bed. You know we’ve got a new batch of interns coming in and I’d like to try and mentally prepare myself for that.” Beca replies with a shrug. 

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Warnings: Cheating, anger, revenge in the best possible form.


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“Y/N, are you coming to karaoke night, tonight?” Bucky asked you in the training room, wiping the sweat from his brow with a red towel.

“Of course,” You replied with a smile, continuing to jog lightly on the treadmill, “I wouldn’t miss karaoke night for anything.” You turned the speed down to a brisk walk, “Especially this one.”

“Been working on something new?”

“You could say that,” You smirked, taking a sip from your water bottle, “Hey, did you hear that Sharon is back from Germany?”

“Is she?” He asked, shrugging his shoulders, “I haven’t seen her around. Have you talked to her, yet?”

Oh, you lying sack of shit.

You took your towel from the side of the treadmill, hitting the stop button and wiping your face and chest, “I saw her in the hallway, a few days ago. We didn’t get to talk for long.” You hopped down from the machine and grabbed your water and phone, “I was hoping to see more of her, tonight. I invited her to karaoke night when I saw her.”

You pretended you didn’t hear Bucky choke on his water a little bit. You completely ignored how he was completely covering for his lying, cheating, piece of shit best friend – who just happened to be your boyfriend.

You had seen the texts in Steve’s phone by complete accident. You’d thought it was your phone, and picked it up – only to see the texts sent back and forth between him and Sharon.

‘Baby, I miss you. I can’t wait to see you, again.’

Sent by Steve.

You felt your heart break into a million tiny pieces, as you realized that the last few years clearly meant nothing to him. He’d known that you had been cheated on in the past, and he knew how hurt you had been. You’d thought he would have been different. You’d thought that his forties values would keep him from straying.

Clearly, you should’ve never trusted him.

The phone had conversations dating back six months. You saw that Sharon was coming back to America a few days from then, from the texts in Steve’s phone. From the looks of it, she didn’t know that you and Steve had been dating for almost two years. She had been undercover until seven months ago, and Steve was on a mission in Germany when she had gotten back from her own mission.

Clearly, they had seen each other, there.

You and Sharon were like long-distance friends – you could go forever without seeing or hearing from each other, but there was nothing but love and happiness when you saw each other, again. You loved her.

Which made this betrayal so much worse.

He’d played you both.

You’d gone through the immediate emotions after reading the texts. Heartbreak, not feeling adequate, wondering where everything went wrong, wondering if you just weren’t someone worth a relationship, wondering how many other girls there were, etc. The one emotion that stood out the most, though, was anger. A deep, resonating anger. One that fueled a fire in your heart. Anger that made you not want to just break up with the cheating asshole – but to get revenge, as well.

You just needed to get Sharon on board.

“Sharon!” You hugged her when you saw her in the lobby, the day she arrived, “How long are you back? I’m grabbing lunch, you want to join me?”

“Of course. I’m back for a few weeks, then headed to DC.” She smiled, looping her arm through yours, “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever. I missed you.”

“Oh, I’m awesome.” You both exited the building into the warm, summer air and headed toward your favorite diner down the street, “I’ve been training a lot, I took up axe throwing, and I’ve been dating someone for…” You pretended to think about it, “almost two years, now.”

She stopped you both, a look of glee spreading across her face, “Oh my god! You finally started dating, again? Tell me everything! I need all the details!” She was practically bouncing in place.

“Well, Steve asked me to coffee one day, and we just hit it off from there.” You continued to grin, pretending you didn’t feel her stiffen up and see her face fall slightly, “We’ve been dating ever since, and… you know, I think he’s the one for me. I think I want to spend the rest of my life with him.” You saw her face turn white, and tears prick her eyes. You couldn’t keep this up anymore. “No. I don’t think he’s the one for me, actually. I like my men monogamous. Hard for Steve to be monogamous when he’s been sleeping with you, huh?”

She took a step back, tears brimming her eyes, “I am so, so sorry. I had no idea that you guys were dating! He never said anything, and I thought that I could trust him-”

“Sharon, I’m not mad at you.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “You aren’t the one who cheated, and I figured you didn’t know. I saw the messages. I trust you.”

The tear that was brimming her eye left a trail down her face as it fell, “I am so sorry, Y/N. I never would have… I didn’t know.” Her face went from hurt to animosity in a matter of seconds, “That fucking prick. I can’t believe he played us!”

You put your hands up to her face, wiping her tears with your thumbs.

Then, you looped your arm through hers, continuing your walk towards the diner, “Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

“Holy shit, girl, you look hot.” Natasha raised her drink at you, as you walked into the club with the cheater. “Steve is one lucky guy.”

“Don’t I know it.” Steve grinned, arm around your waist. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, “I’m the luckiest.” Should have thought about that before you cheated, asshole.

You smiled up at Steve, acting skills on-point as you leaned up and pressed a loving kiss against his lips, “Don’t you ever forget it.”

Bruce handed you your usual drink, “Sharon is here, she was asking for you. She’s at the bar.”

You bounced a little in your heels, pressing a small kiss to Steve’s jaw, “I’m going to go catch up with her. I missed her.”

Steve let out a nervous chuckle, taking a swig of his drink, “Alright. Let us know when you’re going to go sing. I don’t want to miss it.”

“Oh, honey, trust me.” You smiled, winking at him as you walked towards Sharon – who was waving at you and ignoring Steve, “You won’t miss it.”

He looked confused for a moment, catching something in your tone - and quickly turned to the team, nervously, to strike up conversation.

Natasha was giving you a look – one that definitely meant she had also caught your tone, and was trying to figure it out. You sat down next to Sharon, turning to Natasha and giving her a wink.

Natasha looked at you, then Sharon – and burst out laughing, earning some weird looks until she waved it off.

“You really do look hot, you know.” Sharon bit her lip, flirting as she motioned the bartender for another round, “Steve is going to shit himself.”

You looked down at your attire. Your black dress was definitely meant for a club. It was a tight, high neck, sleeveless dress that flared at your waist to mid-thigh – but there were so many cut out mesh panels, that your top half of your stomach was on display, as was chunky strips to flash your cleavage. The icing on the cake, was that there was another mesh panel that ran along the middle of the flare in the skirt – exposing more thigh.

Paired with some fuck-me pumps… you looked sexy as hell.

“Alright, next singer!” The karaoke DJ called out over the speakers, “We got a real VIP in here, tonight, ladies and gentlemen! The Avenging beauty: Y/N Y/L/N!”

“That’s my signal!” You downed the rest of your drink, grabbing the new one Sharon had bought you, and strutting up to the stage with confidence.

You leaned over to the Karaoke guy, double checking that he had the song correctly, before walking over to the microphone stand, “This song is dedicated to my boyfriend: Steve Rogers.” You winked at him, and he raised a glass to you.

Little did he know: he was about to get his lousy, lying, cheating ass called out in front of the whole crowd.

Oh, you broke my heart!” You let all your fury out in that first line. Your heart warmed with pleasure when watching Steve’s face jump from a big smile, to a complete look of horror and shock. “I told you I was weak for love, but then you went around, and did what you wanted to do… And now I’m crying, crying.”

The entire crowd seemed to turn to Steve, looking at him in disgust with the little bombshell that you just dropped in public.

He shrunk a little, chugging the rest of his beer as you continued glaring at him.

“Ooh it seemed like everything was going fine. I found the love that I thought was gonna last.” You smiled at him sadly, before your face fell into disappointment, “Then I accidentally saw a few things in your cell. I even LOL'd…” You laughed, quickly, shaking your head in dismal. “Man I should’ve known.”

You pushed your feelings down, putting on a façade of indifference. “Why, why you’re doing what you do? You, you might as well just tell the honest truth. See I’m not really down with this.” You shook your head at Steve, eyes narrowing. “This ain’t no texting shit. Know I got no biz, but it is what it is…” You shrugged your shoulders, ripping the microphone from the stand and starting to work the crowd, walking from one end of the stage to the other. You could see the cellphones, as people recorded your little show. “I don’t really have much to say. I was over it the second that I saw her name.”

I got two, ooh ooh letters for you…” You placed the mic back into the stand, needing both hands for this. “One of them’s F!” You raised your right hand, middle finger high in the air, “and the other one’s U” The left hand joined your right as you stared into Steve’s angry gaze. “‘Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue.”
“Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose.”
You grabbed the microphone from the stand, again, dancing along with the song, “One of them’s F and the other one’s U. SMH, I’m pressing send on you.”

The karaoke DJ joined you in the song with the male vocals, “Could’ve been this, could’ve been that. We done been there, we done been back.” You joined the vocals, putting on a show of flirting with the DJ, leaning on his side, grasping his bicep, and popping your foot up behind you, “You ain’t with it, could’ve said that. Why you tripping, let me hear that. I ain’t trying to argue all morning. I do it all for you. You know you’re my right eye. Baby let me show you.”

You turned back to Steve, walking to the edge of the stage and pointing right at him. “Oh I know what’s been going on. Don’t even try to act like Mr. Super Nonchalant.” You motioned at Sharon, who winked at him from the bar. “What makes you think I’ll stick around. I’m not as stupid as you sound and you sound really dumb right now.” You blew Sharon a kiss.
“From A to Z, ooh. I got a lot of nasty things, blowing up in my head. But none of them are worth my time. You’re not even worth this rhyme, And I don’t, I don’t give a flying.”
You flipped him off, again, turning to the crowd, “I don’t really have much to say. I was over it the second that I saw her name.”

“I got two, ooh ooh letters for you.” You pointed across the crowd, getting them to join along with the hand gestures, “One of them’s F, and the other one’s U. ‘Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue.” You strutted to the right side of the stage, where there was a pole on a platform. You gripped it with your free hand, wrapping a leg around the pole and leaning your head back as you sang, “Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose.” You swung around, gaining a loud roar from the club as they sang along, “One of them’s F and the other one’s U. SMH, I’m pressing send on you.”

“Ooh ooh two letters for you yeah, letters for you” You stepped off the platform, dancing your way to the DJ as he joined you, again.

“What you trippin’ on, huh? Girl you know you’re wrong, huh.” The DJ spun you around under his arm, and you ran your finger down the front of his shirt when you came back to his body. “Don’t let these girls drive you crazy”

You motioned for Sharon.

“I don’t really have much to say, I was over it the second that I saw her name.” Sharon joined you on the stage – and you grabbed her hand, looking over at Steve, again. His baby blues looked like they were about to bug straight out of his head. “I got two, ooh ooh letters for you:” You held up the first middle finger, “One of them’s F.” Sharon held up the other, “and the other one’s U. 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue.”
“Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose: One of them’s F and the other one’s U. SMH, I’m pressing send on you.”

As the song ended, you grabbed Sharon by the back of the neck, plunging your hand into her hair, and pressing your lips against hers. The crowd went wild. You put on a show - tongues fighting for dominance, and her hands were grabbing your ass roughly. You were letting all your anger out in the kiss, and Sharon was showing the same amount of enthusiasm.

When you pulled back, you looked straight at Steve, “Also, I fucked Sharon, too.”

You held out your arm, and dropped the mic.


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