@jumins-han is actually the one who’s requested this angst. I’m so sorry I took so long with it. Tbqh, I’m still not satisfied with it hahaha. But I hope you enjoy it! This isn’t exactly NSFW, but there are small references and stuff. It is an angst, so take that as you will.
This is something rather unusual but can i have a Ash/Zarya (overwatch) Headcanon.
It just so happened that I once got a request for art for this ship way before, so have accompanying (old) art. Crossover ships are cool, bud. Don’t worry (ง'̀-‘́)ง
- Mod Ash
- They are very competitive. You’d think this is just over fighting or exercise-related things, but no they’re going to fight about who can eat their pancakes faster because why not. They make everything a competition and their chores are revolved around who loses in their little contests.
- They are both rather dedicated to keeping fit, and they schedule their cheat days in the same time so they can both go out and order together. When Zarya handles the cheat days, she drags Ash to breakfast places to get cake, pancakes, and pastries, since she has quite the sweet tooth. When Ash handles the cheat days, she mostly just drags Zarya along to a cuisine she’d want to try.
- Zarya is very much a huge fan of public affection, and Ash is no exception to this. She would be very affectionate to Ash when she feels like it, and often enough Ash finds herself responding the same. Zarya’s positivity just rubs off to her, she just can’t help but hug and kiss back. And this is good for Zarya, because she records just about everything, and her social media is now filled with Ash being cute that she can rewatch and admire whenever she likes.
- Being an actual knight, Ash has lots of responsibilities, as well as lots of stories to come with it. They have both fought wars, but they’re obviously differing ones, and so they always have stories for each other, as well as a huge interest on each other’s homes. Drinking dates are common, and they often evolve to something more rowdy at the end of the night, because the stories become games, the games become dares, and the dares just go way off what is originally planned. It’s okay, they’re used to it.
- Zarya’s bulkier because of weightlifting, but Ash is taller and slightly leaner. Ash uses this to her advantage and scoops Zarya up whenever she wants her to stop whatever she’s doing, and considers this “revenge” for the social media exposure. This difference in build is also interesting when cuddling because they haven’t really figured out how to do it the best, but they’re trying.
- The weapon similarities, oh boy. Zarya’s weapon still confuses Ash because she has little to no idea on how it works technically, compared to her cannon where it’s pretty much just a huge tube shooting balls. She still loves handling it, and she helps Zarya clean it and calibrate it, and she listens and learns eventually on its scientific intricacies to the point she was able to fix it for Zarya one time.
My true game plan for Nano this year is to write as many words as I possibly can while on my annoyingly long plane ride to Philcon. I’m hoping being confined in a metal tube shooting across the United States thousands of feet in the air for 8+ hours will really get the creative juices flowing, you know?
Denmark: Makes it a personal mission to go on every water slide in the park. The one that has the bottom that drops out beneath your feet shooting you into a tube? That’s his favorite. He basically runs around all day like a hyperactive kid, stopping only to spaz out with fellow patrons.
Norway: Finds the lazy river and spends most of the day in it. Periodically, he leaves it to get beer or nap on a beach chair. He ends up relaxed with a decent buzz going, allowing Denmark to easily convince him to go on a couple slides with him later in the day.
Iceland: He initially doesn’t want to go and thinks it will be super lame and too hot. After going on a few slides with Denmark, he settles for bumming around in the lazy river with Norway, and eventually settles under an umbrella at the “beach”. (I imagine him wearing a giant, floppy sunhat around the park making him look super adorable)
Sweden: Of course he brought Sealand, so they go on the height appropriate rides (aka: tamer slides), make some rounds in the lazy river, spend some time in the kid zone, and last end up at the “beach” with the wave pool (joining up with Iceland). The more fun Sealand has, the happier he gets. He loves going on slides with Sealand as a father-son activity.
Finland: Gets super excited and wants to do everything. He starts out on the extreme slides with Denmark, bums around with Norway and Iceland for a little bit in the lazy river (making sure to fit in some drinks), then finds Sweden and Sealand at the kid zone. He then proceeds to run around happily with Sealand in a flurry of chaotic water splashing and kids screaming. He makes sure they stand under the giant bucket of water when it dumps (dragging Sve under it too) and helps Sealand aim the water guns. He goes with them to the beach afterwards.
Bonus: Everyone except Finland gets burned. Somehow Fin ends up with a glorious golden tan despite not really using sunblock. Denmark only burns slightly, and his freckles blossom profusely over his shoulders, back, and face.
Anon: somebody that i used to know was gr8 m8. lmao. anyways, can you do a “We don’t talk anymore” (by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez) Dan x reader songfic? ^~^
A/N: I hope this okay, I know the story is a little out there, but I Like to be different where I can. Enjoy! xx
I climbed out of my car and saw the studio ahead of me. Today i was getting a photo shoot done and to be honest, I was pretty excited. The concept that professionals got to dress me up and place the best that make up has to offer and all I get to do is create photo’s for both myself and my job, It was a very exciting thing.
When I first walked inside, the place was absolutely amazing. There were at least 2 other shoots going on at the time and there was a vacant shoot ready to go over towards the left, so I was guessing that it was where I was meant to be. As I started to walk over to the photographer who is setting everything up, I glance over to the other photo shoots going on, I notice someone, someone that I used to be close to, and now I had a cold sensation running through my body with a slight pang in my heart.
“We don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore, Like we used to do”
He was currently getting his photo taken with Phil in very strange ways that was not even relatively close to what they normally do in regards to photos.Phil was in a bright red shirt, whereas he was in his typical plain black shirt, he always had a thing with black being that it was one of his favourite colours. I went to look away from the both of them, but I just couldn’t seem to do it quick enough because his once sensitive eyes, turned in my direction and widened as we caught each other in vision. He was now distracted from his shoot, the photographer telling him to look back at the lens. I tried to brush him off, I needed to prove that he wasn’t under my skin anymore, but so far that wasn’t proving successful.
I stopped in front of my photographer who seemed very pleased to see me. I he extended his arm out for me to shake and so I took it with a smile on my face. He talked with such a smooth french accent and I could see the muscles through his shirt, If I wasn’t distracted by Dan right now, I probably would have swooned at the sight of him.
“So Make up will take you just to the seat over there and when they are done, costumes will be ready, then we can get started. We have the whole day so I would rather not rush for perfection, okay?”
“Sounds good, Let’s get to it”
I dropped my bag beside the chair and climbed into it, The make up artist was talking to the photographer about designs, so I just sat there patiently, but for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes away from Dan.
“We don’t laugh anymore, What was all of it for. Ohh, we don’t talk anymore, like we used to do…”
I ripped my gaze away from Dan and looked ahead of me, there was a woman who clearly had a knack for dressing up in the 50′s era, but she looked all so pretty. With the click of her heels, she walked towards me and extended her hand for me to shake.
“(Y/n), darling, I’m Cassandra and I’ll be taking care of you in regards to makeup. This is a photo shoot for You tube and they want to experiment with some looks for everyone. For you, we’re going to glam you up for elegance first, and then I’ll ship you off to outfits where they have some beautiful things for you to try on. sound okay?”
“That sounds great”
She smiled towards me and then started opening all the things in her make up kits, brushes, pots, shades that would match my skin tone, it was all a little overwhelming. I hear laughing coming from the distance and I look over in there direction, they’re acting like absolute goofballs, it reminded me of the way we used to be, but not anymore. Dan looked over towards me, and unsettling smile that was fading on his face from the laughter he was sharing with Phil. I sighed and looked away, taking my attention to my phone. I rested my elbow on the arm of the chair then used my hand to hold my chin, Dan being here was really bringing down my mood. This was supposed to be such a great opportunity and experience, but I felt like that feeling was long gone just knowing that he was here too, but I should have at least suspected it, he was one of you tube’s overlords after all.
Cassandra told me to look ahead so that she could focus on my face. She showed me a reference she needed to work with and it was actually really gorgeous. concealed, perfectly highlighted and contoured, a light and shimmery eye shadow with immaculate winged eyeliner and a nice bold red lip that has darker undertones to make the centre of my lips look bright. I was so ready for this. I sat back in the chair and relaxed myself, and before I knew it, We were already at work.
“I just heard you found the one, you been looking. You been looking for. I wish I would have known that wasn’t me”
“Can you turn your face to the left honey?”
I did as she said and watched Dan and Phil as she started to blend out the foundation on my face. Dan stepped out of his photo shoot and behind the camera, I was guessing that they wanted single shots of the two of them as well as together, as much as they had become a brand, they were still their own people. Cassandra tilted my head towards the front again, then moved my head to the right. She blends the foundation around my jawline and around my hairline then works on her blending around the rest of my face, it’s surprising how delicate her touch is as she works on me. When she takes her hands off me for those few brief minutes to grab the next set of things, I look back over to see Dan with her and because of that my heart sinks.
She’s a young blonde,doe-eyed little thing, about 18-19. She has a light touch to her skin, something that looks as soft as silk and I envied her so greatly. Not because of who she was, but simply because she has what used to be mine. If I would have allowed myself to in that moment, I probably would have cried, but because of the situation I was in, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to ruin Cassandra’s work. I took a deep breathe and carefully watched them without trying to be noticed, but when I looked over at Phil, I couldn’t help but give him such a sad look then hang my head down low. I felt pathetic. As Cassandra came back, I lifted my head and just sat there quietly as she started to go over the contour. She was wanting to talk about everything in my life that revolved around my love life, but I just couldn’t talk to her about it, because it pained me so much.
She gave me a mirror when she finished with the contour so that I could see everything so far and I already looked 20 times better than I would on any other day of the week. It surely gave me the confidence boost I so desperately needed in that moment, but I knew I would feel so much better about myself when she actually finished, hell even when I was ready to shoot because I would be so glamorous, but those thoughts soon faded every time I glanced over to Dan and his new girl.
“Cause even after all this time, I still wonder, Why I can’t move on. Just the way you did so easily”
Do you know what hurts more than just knowing the person you love has already moved on so shortly after falling apart? Finding out that it only takes them one week for the love you once shared to become void. And that’s what happened to me. I walked over to Dan and Phil’s apartment to go and collect some of my things, nothing too harmful. A simple task that people do after breaking up. I walked up the mountain that those two called stairs and knocked on their front door loud enough for someone to notice me. I could hear the patter of feet coming down the stair case, but it sounded more like skipping than they heavy footed nature of two tall boys.
A woman opens the door, and she’s in one of Dan’s shirts. It’s hanging down to her thighs and from what I can see, there′s no shorts underneath. I was devastated. She is looking at me with wide eyes, she clearly has sex hair too, so that isn’t helping the way I feel either. but when she spoke, she had an innocence to her that made it extremely hard to hate her.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Dan”
“And who might you be sweetheart?”
“Just a friend, I’m here to pick up a few things for a friend”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her who I was, it’s not like it mattered anyway. She climbed back up the stairs to go and fetch Dan, and in those few minutes of absence I let out the few tears needed to keep myself standing strong when he arrived. He looked rather surprised to see me, I don’t think it had set in that I’d seen his new play thing, but I didn’t care at that point.
“(Y/n), what are you doing here?”
“I came to get my things”
“Oh, I’ll go and get them, just wait here.”
I sighed and leaned against his front door. I just wanted to get out of here so I could go a cry into a pillow, I just honestly couldn’t believe that I mattered so little to him. He came back down with a box of my things and I took it out of his hands, I turned around to go back down the stairs, but He stopped me half way down.
“(Y/n), I’m sorry”
“For what Dan, the fact that we didn’t work out in the end, or that it only took you a week to move on?”
He didn’t answer the question but simply looked down and to me, that was already the answer, so I continued down the stairs and didn’t look back, but when I think it over, I can never tell what it was that caused us to separate, we were great together.
“Don’t wanna know, Kinda dress you’re wearing tonight. If he’s holdin onto you so tight, The way I did before”
Dan’s girlfriend, what was her name.. Candice. She wrapped her arms around Dan’s waist and pulled him in. Thank god that my view was pulled away by Cassandra, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could sit through this. This was torture of an emotional standard and I wasn’t a very strong person. Not anymore.
“Eyes down honey”
I lowered my eyes until they were at a close and exhaled again, I was relaxed at the start of this, but as I continued to think over Dan, I was becoming more and more on edge. I didn’t want to think about him, I didn’t want to think about his girlfriend and I definitely didn’t want to think about the ways that he touched her, it made my stomach churn.
I felt the light taps of the eye shadow, covering my eyes lids and then the soft, light touch of a blending brush, it was actually quite nice. She told me to open my eyes so she could get a look and when I did, she had a bright smile going on. I closed my eyes once more so she could put on the eye liner and then matched with a blush, I was set to go.
I stood up and took the mirror that was on the stand, I looked beautiful, not something I felt I could say too often, but at the moment, I just felt beautiful. A smile washed over my face and I giggled with such glee. My gaze was taken over towards Dan and Phil, they were now swapping positions so that Dan was in front of the camera, and Phil was behind. Phil glanced over towards me and I smiled which apparently signaled for him to make his way towards me. I had to take my seat again so they could start on my hair, but Phil walked up next to me and took my hand, just holding it and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“How are you doing, (Y/n)?”
“Honestly Philly, I’ve been better”
“I’m sorry, I really am”
“Phil, Can I ask a question?”
“Is he happy… with her?”
Phil gave a sad look and then looked down at his feet, shuffling them about. That was all I needed to know.
“I overdosed. Shoulda known your love was a game. Now I can’t get you out of my brain, Ohh, it’s such a shame”
The next woman took over and started to work on my hair, placing it into sections for straightening and then running a curler through the ends.I looked so glammed up, I looked like I was going to be a part of a 1920′s era and I was loving every second on it, just not as much as I thought I would. I started to take my thoughts away from reality again and think about Dan and I. If we were still together, I could be doing this with him, but it just didn’t play out that way.
I snapped from my thoughts and looked up at Phil who was now giving me a concerning look. I squeezed his hand and then looked straight forward.
“You’re not okay, are you?”
My heart began to beat fast as I thought about everything that’s happened, it was like little pieces of all the bad things in my life were coming together in fragments, but a majority of the flashes were faces of Dan and I in our unhappy times.
“I’m not okay”
“That we don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore, Like we used to do”
Phil kissed the back of my hand and then got called back to his set, I knew he had a job to do, so I understood. It didn’t take too long but the hairstylist finished my hair, giving it such volume and life, I’ve never had it feel so soft before. I got up out of the chair and then set course for the outfit department. I took a breath because I needed to walk past Dan. I wasn’t ready for it, but I had to go and get changed. One step after the other, I slowly made my way towards Dan. When I got rather close to him, he managed to catch wind that someone was walking towards him and looked in my direction, his eyes diverting straight to mine, but they looked different, but I just couldn’t read into them. I flashed a small but non-confident smile towards him and then walked away, heading into the change room.
I walked into the room with a sad look on my face, I didn’t feel much like being here right now, maybe I should have just set this up for another time, but it was too late now, they have already put so much work into me that it would be a waste to just go home now. A woman walked up to me with a measuring tape hanging around her shoulders, her skin was dark, it complimented her features quite well, and she had a tattoo of a rose on her arm. Her eyes were dark and warm, they reminded me of Dan. She didn’t say a word but just got to work, taking in my measurements, around the bust, hips and waist, then shuffled around the outfits to find something suitable. About 10 minutes later she comes back with a whole stack of things in her arms and hands them over to me, pointing over to a dressing room for me to go and try things on.
I walked into the change room and placed everything onto the vacant hooks on the wall. I scanned over the outfits, overalls, jumpsuits, ravishing dresses, there was so much to choose from. I decided to try on a silver dress that went down to the floor, covered in sequins. The dress shimmered and looked absolutely gorgeous. With a deep v neck to the chest, for me it was simply perfect to suit my hair and make up. It took some time but when I eventually squeezed myself into the dress, I looked at myself in the mirror. It fit my body nicely, and I looked gorgeous. I picked up the dress so that I wouldn’t walk on it and stepped out to show the designer
“So what do you think?”
She turned around and looked at me, giving me a soft smile, She put her finger up which I was guessing means wait here, because she sort of just left in a hurry. She comes back with a pair of black heels and a grey faux fur shawl that wraps around my shoulders. I wrapped the shawl over my shoulders and had the designer put the heels on the ground so that I could slip my feet into them. I did a spin around for the designer and she gave me a smile before pointing out the door. I guess it was time to have my picture taken.
“We don’t laugh anymore. What was all of it for? Oh, we don’t talk anymore, Like we used to do”
When I stepped out into that room, it was like slow motion, I felt so amazing. Eyes started to fall on me from all directions as I walked over to my photographer, even the eyes of Dan. My eyes crossed him as I started to get closer and his jaw had dropped, probably because I never usually looked this good, but It was good to see him like this, kind of a show him what he’s missing type moment. I looked over towards Phil who also looked a little bit shocked and gave him a wave with a flash of a smile, who gave me a smile and a wave in return, I was still glad that he was there for me in spite of everything. I mean, normally the best friend sticks with the person they’ve known the longest, so knowing he still cared was nice.
I stood in front of my photographer who looked so pleased to see me. He took my hand and directed me over to in front of the camera where I would be posing for photos.
“Okay, so I’m going too set up the lenses for the camera and we will get started, sound okay?”
I smiled as the photographer walked away but when I looked a little to my left, Dan’s girlfriend was glaring at me like a cat with sharpened claws, and it wasn’t a very pleasing look. She glanced back at Dan who was still staring at me and then she glared at me, crossing her arms in disgust. I took a breath and positioned myself in front of the camera as my photographer was now ready.
“Okay sweetheart, can I get you to face the backdrop, but then look over your shoulder towards the camera”
I positioned myself as he said with a smile on my face. He took a few photos and then looked above the camera.
“That’s great, keep going, you can move about if you want”
I let the shawl drop slightly so that my shoulders were more exposed, I looked over my shoulder a little more, looking more off into the distance, but when I saw Dan standing behind the Photographer, My smile simply disappeared from my face, making me look sad and rather lost.
“I just hope you’re lying next to somebody. Who knows how to love you like me. There must be a good reason that you’re gone”
“That facial expression sweet”
I snapped out of my gaze towards Dan and looked at the photographer.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about something, someone.”
“Sweetheart, keep working with it, because the photos are turning up great”
I decided not to think about Dan and just keep working the camera. I smiled towards the camera and I slowly slid the shawl off my shoulders. I tossed it over behind the camera and turned towards the camera. I closed my eyes and started running my fingers through my hair as I heard the constants snaps of the camera.
“Come on, work it honey.”
I opened my eyes and looked into the camera. giving a small smile. I was enjoying myself despite the fact that Dan was constantly hovering around, it was like I couldn’t breathe without him being there. I would have told him to go away or go back to his own shoot, but honestly I just didn’t even know how to talk to him anymore, I was so shy and hurting from everything that it was even a task to look at him. He had a sad look on his face, something that looked similar to regret, if that was not the look itself, but it was his fault. I wasn’t even the one that gave up on us.
I asked the photographer to stop for a second, My thoughts were becoming to much. I took a breather and came back strong, I was just going to pretend that Dan wasn’t here.
“Every now and then I think you might want me to, Come show up at your door. But I’m just too afraid that I’ll be wrong”
I remember that he showed up at my apartment one day, It was spring and the weather was dreary, raining like normal. I was cuddled up with a blanket, watching TV with a cup of hot chocolate attached to my palms. I was wearing a knitted sweater that was green, like khaki, I remember it because I wore it a lot during those days, the sweater made by my Grandma before she passed.
There was a knock on the door that I didn’t recognize, It sounded so boring and lifeless, I looked at the door pretty confused and pulled back the blanket, getting up from the sofa. As I walked over towards the front door, I placed my mug on the dining table and put on my slippers, it was cold after all. I opened the door and Dan was standing there before me, the umbrella in his hand was dripping from the rain, I invited him into my home and kissed him with a smile on my face, but it didn’t last long before he pulled me back.
“Look I can’t stay long. I just needed to tell you something”
“Oh. Are you okay?”
“Actually no. Look. You and I aren’t working like we used to. And well, I just don’t think we should be together anymore.”
Those words rang through and hit me so hard. I looked away from him and closed my eyes, I wasn’t going to let him see me cr. I took a few deep breaths and then turned back to him, my eyes were slowly starting to well up.
“I uh. What?”
“Please don’t make me say it again”
“Why are you giving up on us?”
“Because we aren’t (Y/n) and Dan anymore. We haven’t been for a while, so we need to move on”
I started to chew on my nails, I did that when I was stressed. I knew it was a bad and disgusting habit, but sometimes I just couldn’t control myself. I told him to leave and so he did. I closed the door behind me and locked myself away in my room where I sobbed and cried, throwing pillows all over the place, needless to say I was now an emotional mess. My eyes were burning from the tears, the sadness slowly boiled over to rage and then I started screaming and crying, punching my mattress until I was out of energy where I then just lay there, rubbing the constant flow of tears from my eyes.
“Don’t wanna know, If you’re looking into her eyes,If she’s holdin onto you so tight the way I did before”
“Are you okay sweetheart?”
I looked over at the photographer then back at Dan, going between the two of them. I knew I just needed to do this shoot so I could leave him behind, after all. He told me I needed to move on. I smiled and ever so carefully without smudging my makeup, I wiped the tear that was sitting under my right eye.
“Yeah, I’m okay now”
“Do you want to head back and change into a different outfit, We have all the glamorous shots, now we need something fun and playful.”
“Okay, I’ll go and head back now”
He took off the lens that was on the camera and replaced it with another. I walked over towards Dan and stood directly in front of him. I bent down and picked up a bottle of water I had placed on the ground earlier and took a drink out of it before I went and changed my outfit. When I stood up though, Dan was looking directly at me, and When we stared into each other’s eyes, it was like an electric current was running through my body, but there was also the negativity that rolled over afterwards.
I left him without saying a word, he almost looked disappointed but there wasn’t really much I had to say anyway. I quickly made my way over to Phil who was talking to someone and gave him a hug, His arms wrapped around and embraced me for a short time because I had to be on my way, but he promised we would do coffee when we could. I quickly Jumped into the room and grabbed the black jumpsuit from before. The woman wasn’t there to help me, so I put it on and then searched the closet they had for a pair of bright red heels to match my lips. I walked out with flair and style then walked to the hairstylist. I figured if I was going to be fun, I needed to look the part too.
“Do you think you could possibly tease my hair. I know it’s in curls, but for something playful, I think teasing it could make it look great.”
She stood back and looked at me, she hmm’d and haah’d for a few minutes and then sat me down in the chair. She ran through my hair with the straightener, and then put in tight ringlets, brushing them out afterwards. This was definitely the thing I needed. I gave her a hug and thanked her before telling the photographer I was ready, but as He was about to begin, Dan’s girlfriend stood in the way, directly in front of me.
“That we don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore, Like we used to do . We don’t laugh anymore. What was all of it for? Oh, we don’t talk anymore, Like we used to do, Like we used to do.”
“Leave him alone”
“Leave my Dan alone.”
I sighed. I didn’t have time for this. I walked her over to the side and stood in front of her, I looked over at Dan who was now glaring at the both of us with such widened eyes. Did he ever tell her about me?
“Look, I’m here to do a job, nothing more”
“Then why does he keep staring at you?”
“I think you need to talk to him about that”
I turned around and started to walk away from her but then all of a sudden I felt her hand grab my wrist. I rolled my eyes and sighed, she was honestly the last person I wanted to be around, next to Dan of course.
“Please tell me”
“I have nothing to tell you, Please let me go”
I quickly paced myself over to the photographer and gave him an apologetic look. I cracked on a smile and got to work, giving him pose after pose. The more I got into it, the more fun I was actually beginning to have, but the next time I glanced over towards Dan and what ever her name was, she didn’t seem to be so happy with him. In fact, their conversation got so heated that everyone in the place could eventually hear them.
“Don’t wanna know, Kinda dress you’re wearing tonight. If he’s giving it to you just right, The way I did before”
“You used to date her?”
He nodded his head whilst trying to keep his voiced hushed, he was trying to quieten her down as well but it definitely wasn’t working. I kept going on with my photo shoot, trying to ignore the argument that was going on in the background but when she said those 5 words, I had to stop and look with the rest of the crowd.
“Well are you over her?”
Dan looked around and noticed the crowd of people just staring at him, me included. On the inside I hoped that he wasn’t completely over me, but I also dreaded it at the same time, because I wouldn’t know how I could handle it if I knew the truth. I decided to look away and get these shots done, after that I could get changed and get out of here. My insides were going crazy and it was making me feel a little sick. I squatted down, looking towards the camera, the photographer thought I was just trying out new poses, but really this was just the best position for me to breathe in.
“Are you alright?”
I looked up and noticed Dan standing on the side of the backdrop giving me what I thought was a concerning look. I took a breathe and stood up, nodding that I was alright. I looked over towards his girlfriend who was now shooting daggers in at me with her eyes, she stomped on over and grabbed Dan’s wrist, pulling him around to face her.
“So are you over her or not Dan?”
“Of course I am, I’m with you”
“I overdosed. Should’ve known your love was a game. Now I can’t get you out of my brain. Oh, it’s such a shame”
It was like I could feel my heart shattering all over again. It was like I was in my home being told that we aren’t together anymore. I couldn’t even look the two of them in the eye anymore, I just needed to get out of here. I turned and walked to the photographer and told him that I was done and needed to leave, and then I ran to the changing room, well as quick as I could in heels anyway.
Phil tried to stop me but I couldn’t bare the thought of him seeing me about to cry, not over something like this anyway. I always told myself that I was moving on from Dan but turns out I wasn’t as moved on as I thought. I ran into the change room with my clothes in hand and closed the door behind me, making sure that it was locked. I couldn’t hold in how I was feeling anymore, I needed to let it all out. I slid down the wall with my clothes scrunched up between my hands. I had to muffle the sounds of my crying, so I brought the clothes towards my face and let everything fall as it may.
Someone was knocking on the door, I knew it was Phil checking that I was okay, but I didn’t have it in me to talk, I just wanted to go home. I took my time in getting up, I reached behind my back where the zipper on the jumpsuit was and pulled it down, I stepped out of it and then put my own clothes back on, it was good to be in the comfort of my own clothes again. I looked at my face in the mirror and fixed up the tear marks that were on my face, then unlocked the door, stepping out of the room.
“That we don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore, Like we used to do. We don’t laugh anymore. What was all of it for? Oh, we don’t talk anymore, Like we used to do.”
I walked back out into the main room and Dan was standing beside the door. I gave him a quick look and then kept on walking, but he pulled back into his view. What was it with everyone pulling me back today? I didn’t need or want this. I looked at him with my red, swollen eyes and he instantly looked sad, He knew I had been crying, I couldn’t hide it.
I tried to pull out of his grip, but he was both taller and stronger than me, so I couldn’t get out of his grip.
“Dan, please let me go, I need to go”
“But I need to talk to you”
“Why Dan, It’s not like we’ve had anything to say to each other since we’ve broken up. I don’t want to talk to you, you pain me in ways that make it harder to move on from you. I can’t breathe.”
“I shouldn’t have given up”
“But you did Dan, and now you have to live with that, I mean. You’re over me, remember?”
I pulled my wrist from his grip and turned my back towards him. I pulled my bag out and started to dig for my car keys, they must have fallen to the bottom of the bag, because I couldn’t see them anywhere. Past the front doors and back outside, it had gone from day to evening. The sun was in its sunset form, a view I could get used to easily. I used the remaining source of the sun as lighting to search for my keys, clawing through the contents of my bag. I finally found them and pulled them out then walked over towards my car.
“Don’t wanna know. Kinda dress you’re wearing tonight. If he’s holding onto you so tight, The way I did before”
I got into my car and decided to just stop thinking about things until I got home. A hot bath would do me some good. I put the keys into the ignition and turned the radio on, just so I had something to distract me as I drove, because it was going to take me at least an hour to get home. I started to drive away when I noticed someone coming out from the front door, I decided not to really look in case it was Dan because I think I would go into an emotional crisis.
The drive home wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but my phone rang a few times, but you know, because I was busy driving I didn’t answer it. When I pulled up into my driveway I picked up the phone and studied the number, It wasn’t something I recognized. I didn’t like to call people with answers uncommon to me so I just left it and walked into my home. I tossed my keys and phone onto my table and threw my jacket onto the sofa, Today has been an emotional roller coaster that didn’t even need to exist. I walked into the bathroom and started to run a bath then took off all my makeup in the mirror. As beautiful as I looked today, I honestly didn’t recognize who I was, and I don’t think I could live like that on a daily basis.
Make up pad after make up pad, the stuff had finally all come off, I tossed everything into the trash and turned off the taps as my bath was now ready. I was about to strip of my clothes and dip in but I realised that I wouldn’t have a towel when I got out, so I had to go to my linen closet to go and grab one. I picked out one of my fluffy white towels and was about to walk into the bathroom, but I could hear my phone vibrating against the glass table. I left it, there was no one important enough I had to talk to, and I just really needed to relax.
“I overdosed, Should’ve known your love was a game. Now I can’t get you out of my brain. Oh, it’s such a shame, That we don’t talk anymore”
I spent about an hour in that bath, the quiet nature of my apartment was inviting and after everything it was nice to just not think about anything, it was nice to just sit there, in silence. I sighed and closed my eyes, I should probably get out soon, but as it turns out that just wasn’t my decision to make. Someone started banging on my front door, just over and over, it was actually quite rude, considering that my neighbors wouldn’t be too pleased.
I quickly hopped out of the tub and pulled the plug, wrapping my towel around my body. I ran towards the door with caution yelling out that I would be there in a second, after that the banging stopped. Yes I was aware that I was only in a towel, but there wasn’t much else I could really do considering that they were going to bang my door down. I opened up the door but my only reaction when I saw who it was, was to gasp and cling to the towel.
Brown eyes were glaring at me. He was looking down at me. i didn’t say anything but I just looked at him. He paced back and forth, over and over until he stopped, looking back towards me.
“Okay, maybe I’m not over you”
“Dan, you and I have talked over this. You made the decision. You have to live with it. Goodbye Dan”
I went to close the door, but before I knew it, Dan had grabbed me, slinking his arm around my waist, and our lips were together. He pulled back and gave me a soft smile, letting me go.
“Then maybe we just shouldn’t talk about it and go with our feelings”
A Steve Rogers and OC fic. It can be anything theme wise, I don’t really mind. My OC’s name is Cecile Keane, she has shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, 5ft, very serious but also really kind and considerate, has a fear of spiders, is a chemist, 25 years
“CELINE!” She hears Steve shout from his bedroom. She sighs and stands from her desk, walking slowly down the hallway.
“What?” She asks, walking through his doorway and narrowing her eyes at the scene before her. Steve, standing cowering on top of his bed, points frantically at the corner of the room. She turns to see what he is pointing at, and immediately joins him on his bed.
“Get rid of it!” Steve cries.
“Me?! Why the hell would I get rid of it?!” She shouts, staring in horror at the corner of the room.
“Well I don’t want to touch it!” He replies, giving her a gentle shove towards the edge of the bed, pushing her in front of him.
“You know how much I had spiders dude.” She says adamantly, shuffling behind him and pushing him forward. “You’re Captain America for christs sake. You should be able to get rid of a damn spider.”
“Look. I don’t do well with spiders ok.”
“I have lived with you for 3 years, how do I not know this?”
“Ok here’s an idea. You’re a chemist. Make some kind of acid thing and we will throw it at the spider and kill it.”
“Oh yes with all the chemicals I bring home and keep lying around the house.” She says, rolling her eyes. Steve sighs and thinks.
“We could call Tony-”
“We are not calling Tony to zap a spider.”
“We could get Thor to get some lightn-”
“Or. We could just vacuum it up.” She suggests. Steve’s shoulders slump and his lips fall into a pout that she can’t help but kiss.
“What was that for?” Steve asks, shocked.
“Courage. Go get the spider champ.”
“Oh hell no.”
“Come on! Be the bigger person here both literally and physically.”
“Fine.” He grumbles, leaping straight from the bed to the doorway so he doesn’t have to walk past the spider. She sits down on the bed and watches the spider in case it makes a bid for freedom, and waits. After a good five minutes, Steve returns, with the vacuum and a strange contraption in his hand.
“What the hell is that?” She asks as Steve leaps from the doorway to the bed. Without saying a word he fiddles with the vacuum and shows you what he has made. Your broomstick, a long hollow tube, has been attached to the end of the vacuum.
“Now we can get it from here.” He says, looking very proud of himself. He switches on the vacuum and leans forward, slowly pushing the end of the vacuum towards it. Then, it gets caught and vanishes up the tube. It was around then Steve realised the spider was now shooting up a plastic tube towards him at top speed. He turns and apparently does the only logical thing in his mind. Throw the vacuum out of his open window. Cecile and Steve both listen as the sound of a vacuum hitting concrete echoes up to their window. She turns to a guilty Steve and raises and eyebrow.