#and also she was fucking rude cause no I didn't copy it

[natsgrave]

YOU'RE LOSING ME | wanda maximoff

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? And you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist

Y/N's POV

What are you really willing to do for love? For someone so important to you?

Well, for me, I'll do everything and anything for that person. Even though it hurts. So much.

I rolled to my side and smile instantly crept into my face. There she is, my girlfriend looking so peaceful. I admire her sleeping state and curved her figures inside my mind.

"You know, it's rude to stare." She suddenly spoke making me laugh.

"What? Can't I admire my gorgeous girl?" I teasingly asked.

She slowly opened her eyes revealing my favorite green eyes, "Good morning, Y/N." she whispered with a smile.

"Good morning, witchy." I softly said with a little laugh that I tried to hide causing her to throw a pillow at me.

I love morning like this. Just us not caring about the world.

Just like the clock works before we know it, we already have to leave the bed to face reality.

"It's nice to finally see you awake, love birds." Tony said as he took a sipped of his coffee.

"We're not love birds, Stark." Wanda replied with the roll of her eyes.

Ah, yes, we're secret because she said and I quote she's not yet ready to come out. I'd be lying if I said it doesn't hurt me one bit because it does. All I want is to love her, out in the open and not like this.

I felt a hand touches my shoulder causing me to go back to reality, I look infront of me and met Wanda's soft gazes, "Are you okay? I've called you so many times."

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry, I'm good." I breathed out and walked away not giving her any second glance.

I walked towards the kitchen and make myself coffee when Natasha spoke.

"Still keeping it a secret?" I didn't even notice she's here. And yes, she's the only one who knows about our relationship. We didn't tell her for the record, she just walked in on us… making out.

Anyway, I look up at her and gave her a defeated smile, "Isn't it obvious?"

"How long are you going to ignore that pain inside your chest?" she asked and I didn't answer because honestly… I don't know either.

"Y/N, when are you going to choose yourself? When are you going to see what your worth really is?" She continues holding my shoulder forcing me to face her.

"I love her." I whispered.

"And I know that, I can see that. Hell, you wouldn't even ignore and bare all this pain if you don't." Nat said and lift my chin, "You're like a sister to me and I don't say this often but I do love you, Y/N. I care for you and it's really hard seeing my little sister getting hurt whether she does it unintentionally." She softly added.

"Nat, I-" The words I was about to say instantly cut off when I heard Wanda's laugh ringing loud. I look behind us and see her laughing with Vision. The fucking red walking toaster.

"Are you sure the reason why she's keeping you both a secret is because she is not yet ready or…?" She asked trailing her last word knowing that I'll know it instantly.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." I reassured her but deep down, it was for me.

Days turns into weeks which also turn into months. Months and nothing changed, not even a single thing. Every time I try opening the subject to Wanda, she always find a way to divert it into different subject but today, I wouldn't let it happen. Not anymore.

"Wanda, we need to talk." I sternly said as I enter her room.

"Hi to you too, baby." she replied still sitting on her bed.

"We can't go on like this." I directly said starting the topic.

"Y/N, can we–"

"No, we can't. We're going to talk about this right now. God, we've been together for almost three years, Wanda. Three long fucking years and not even single effort you made to change our status."

"Y/N, you know damn well I'm not yet ready to make us public." She said nearly shouting.

"Three years is not enough for you? I didn't say that you make us public, all I want is for the team to know. Just them. I'm tired being your little secret, I'm tired of you being mine just around this goddamn four walls. I respect what you want and need, Wanda. For three years, I prioritized what you want, this, but you have to understand that I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this anymore. I kept pushing my needs aside because I love you, but I can't do it anymore. I want to love you, freely. I kept choosing you, I kept giving you all my best me's until there's nothing left for me. I can't choose you anymore." I ramble, on the verge of crying but I kept all my emotions under control.

"Y/N, I… I'm sorry." Wanda softly said standing infront of me.

"Are you apologizing because you're now realizing all of this or are you apologizing because you still can't give the only thing I want?" I asked quietly.

"I'm sorry because I hurt you and I keep on hurting you."

"THEN TAKE IT AWAY! MAKE THIS GO AWAY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT THIS! DO SOMETHING!" I shouted as my tears finally left my eyes.

"Y/N…"

"Wanda, I don't know anymore. Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? I'm getting tired. I tried, I keep telling myself to wait until you're ready but every time, this voices inside my head kept telling and asking me, are you even going to get there?" I cried out.

"Are you… Are you tired now, Y/N?" she shakily asked.

I nod and wiped my tears, "I'm so tired, Wanda. I feel so lost, this between us made me doubt myself so much. Am I not worth the risk for you? I'm tired of wondering how can you just pretend everyday like we're nothing." I sobbed and sat on the bed as I rest my face on my hands, "I'm tired of saying that I'm okay, that it doesn't hurt. I'm tired of pretending everyday. I'm tired of waiting for you to fulfill your promises. I'm tired of defending you against Nat especially myself. I believed in you, Wanda. I kept waiting but it seems like in this relationship, it's not us against the world. It's me against you." I said between cries looking at her to see her crying as well.

"Y/N, I know whatever I say right now wouldn't change anything. It won't take the pain that I've caused you but trust me, I love you. I really do. I can understand how hurtful it must have been for you. I know that I failed to treat you with the love and respect that you deserve. I am truly sorry for any pain or suffering that I have caused you. It was never my intention to hurt you, and I can only imagine the amount of pain that I have caused you. I want you to know that I am willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us. I am willing to work on myself and our relationship to ensure that this does not happen again. I know that sorry is not enough to fix the mess I have made. I promise to do everything I can to show you how much I love and value you as my girlfriend." Wanda sobbingly said as she held my hand.

"There, you're making promises once again. How many time did you promise me that you'll make it up to me? at first you'll make such effort but eventually, you'll stop and forget about it. I don't even know if I can trust anything that's coming out of your mouth right now." I said and walked away from her, "It hurts me to think that we can't share this part of our lives together with those who are important to us. Am I not important to you? Do you not trust me? Or is it just too scary to go against the norm? I can't keep pretending not to be in love with you when we're around others. I want to hold your hand, introduce you to my friends and family, and just be able to love you openly without any fear or shame." I added. "I don't understand." Wanda said. I chuckled, "I know you don't."

"Do you want to end this? Us?" She asked with fears in her eyes.

I stayed quiet for few seconds thinking what I really want before looking back at her meeting her eyes, "Yes." I husked out causing more tears to fall out of her eyes.

"I'm just so tired, Wanda. I'm tired of the stress and the pressure that surrounds us every day. I'm tired of asking 'how long?' I'm tired of feeling like there's never enough time to do everything we want to do. I'm tired of constantly feeling like we're not doing enough, or that we're falling short somehow. Most of all, I'm tired of feeling disconnected from you. It feels like you've been so busy, so caught up in your own life, that you don't take the time to connect with me. I miss those intimate moments where we could just talk about anything and everything, and I feel like we don't have those as often as we should. It has to be done and I don't want to place blame on anyone— not myself, not you, not anyone else." I walked towards her and wiped her tears before pressing our foreheads together, "I'm sorry, I never thought that this day will come. I'm sorry I got tired and couldn't wait anymore. I love you but I can't be with you anymore. My heart won't start anymore." I finished before lingering a long kiss on her head.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry for not showing it enough. I'm sorry I failed us." She sniffles before looking at me and caressed my cheeks, "I love you… in every universe."

I finally understood that true love isn't always about being together; Sometimes, it's about letting go. Because love alone, wasn't enough.

Both ends of rope were held, but they were held by me, and only me.

I love her too much and that's my biggest mistake I'll never regret, and if I'd ever meet her again in another lifetime, I'll beg the god to let me have you this time.

here's an update for everyone, i'm so sorry for not updating for so long. i hope y'all like this, let me know what you think. enjoy!

#natsgrave #wlw #female reader #imagine #lesbian #x reader #oneshot #angst #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda marvel #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda mcu #wlw post #sapphic #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen #fem reader #fanfiction #fanfic #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #lizzie olsen #natasha romanoff #black widow

[potaeto-writes]

Falling: I

Monday, July 15, 9:30 a.m.

'Another day, another dunce'

She thought, rolling her eyes at the beautiful sight of Yeosang and Aeri making out near the school's front gate. She always felt a twinge looking at the school playboy, Yeosang, especially when he was with the popular meanie. For a reason she never understood, she wanted to be different to him, more than a bet or a game. But she was Heejin, the scholarship girl, the nerd, the transfer kid, the outcast. She was aloof and alone, and not very interesting at first sight. She looked pretty even in her formal clothes, but she was not interested in anything but studies and music, or so it seemed.

She had caused a stir on her second day, when she publicly rejected Yeosang. She wasn't rude about it, she actually said the most logical, inoffensive things, in an extremely soft tone and small voice. But the audacity of a girl to reject The Kang Yeosang in itself was enough to get the whole school talking.

Now, about 2 weeks later, she sat at the last bench in class, headphones on, ignoring the students filtering in. The bell rang, a distant echo in the song, and students rushed in at once. Yeosang and his friend group occupied all the seats in front of her, filling the column of 9. She took it as cue to be ready, stuffing her headphones in her bag to be able to pay attention. The teacher walked in, and there was some anticipation as to why their entire grade had gathered here.

"Seniors, as you are aware, the midterms will be coming up soon. You will also have to do a group project, which will construct 30% of your overall grade, and be evaluated separate from the theory papers. This year, I have given you all a common, but vast and grave topic. No matter what stream you've chosen, you should know about it. The topic is suicide. Get as creative as you want, but I require either a hard copy or a soft copy of your project. Your groups will be column-wise, as you are seated right now. Your deadline is the 5th of August. Oh, and one more thing. Just to make this a bit more fun, we're making this a competition. May the best team win."

The teacher left the class chuckling, and Heejin walked out for the next class, knowing this homeroom had stretched out a bit too much. But as she did this, the eight boys she passed stopped chattering and gaped at her, then proceeding to look at each other with an expression that said, we're fucked.

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Tuesday, July 16, 00:00

As was customary, most of the crowd exited the musty building at midnight, their favourites having stepped off the ring for the night. This crowd had far too many misguided teens, Yeosang being one of them. He watched street fights to relieve his own stress for free.

In the thronging crowd, a smaller population pushed to get into the building, tasteful of more intense fights. Yeosang's shoulder suddenly hit one of these people, and he shouted at them to watch where they were going. Heejin bit back a sharp remark, thinking that it was just a kid. If she had known back then who it was, she told me all hell would have broken loose.

But that night, she didn't, so she made her way in, walking to one corner of the ring and swishing her French braid to one shoulder. Soon, the fight began.

Dodging a burly man's attacks, she got into close range and hit him in the face with a drop kick. As he staggered backward, she gave a punch to his chest and swept her leg behind his, bringing him to the ground with a thud. The fight had ended within 2 minutes.

She kept fighting and winning, making money with every passing minute. About half an hour in, she ended her last fight and left. Back on campus, she went through a hole in the wall, reaching her room and preparing to go to bed.

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Hope you liked it! There's a lot more coming, so I hope you'll stick around and enjoy. Also this was 666 words lmao

Stay safe and hydrated!

~Potato-nim

#yeosangxoc #yeosangff #ateezff #taterfic: falling

[adozentothedawn]

I am having such a bad episode today for basically no reason hooray

#personal #don't worry I just need to rant some which is why I wrote this #if you really wanna read this please keep in mind that I am entirely aware of how dumb all this is even when I feel like shit #basically a teacher today told me I did the homework wrong and then implied I copied it from my friend who made the same mistake #and that's annoying cause I have to redo it #and also she was fucking rude cause no I didn't copy it #but like also it really doesn't matter #it's not that much and I will survive one teacher being slightly weird #but nonethless I have now spent like half the day going in out of episodes #the fact that the other kids in my school never like me and the moments I realized that are sad #but also they are unrelated and sobbing in the corner is not going to make it go away #also I feel incredibely silly about my brain doing this again over this bullshit #i am basically already done wih the task again #i have no other homework I really have to do now #this is all a mild annoyance but certainly doesn't warrant this emotional reaction #i even had a breakdown over telling one guy I am having bad time and just need some space and he just acceped that and gave me space #cause it's normal to just need some space you know #cause telling people you're in bad mood is bad and rude and you should just shut up about it actually #anyway #i got garlic bread and will take a bath later #hopefully that will make it better #also unrelated and thankfully not causing another episode but I wish my grandma put less vinegar on her food #it's not inedible but I definitely need something to drink

[justzawe]

This was submitted to me by someone who wants to remain anonymous

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OKAY so I saw Betrayal on Broadway and did the stage door. I actually saw it on a Thursday, but they didn't do a stage door the night I saw it so I went back to see if I could sneak in the stage door on Friday. Got there right as the show was getting out and got a spot front and center. The woman standing next to me was there alone and very clearly was there for Zawe; she had like a stack of things. She had her playbill, Zawe's book, a copy of Betrayal, and a drawing she did of Zawe (which was like really good). Girl came ready! So Zawe comes down the line signing stuff and when she gets to the girl next to me, I basically got to be third party, just cause I was standing next to them, of this ADORABLE interaction. So this woman is basically telling Zawe how much she admires her, loves her, her book, and it is all so so fucking cute. And Zawe was like so flattered and like was soooooo nice to this girl! And she like LOVED the drawing of her (the first photo were she is making a FACE is in reaction to getting to keep the drawing. She is looking at the drawing in the second photo). Charlie was out with her at the time (Tom came out later) and she was like showing it to him; all very cute. I took photos (below) meaning to like give them to the girl, but through all the crazyness of the stage door, I didn't get the chance to show them to her 😭. Anyway, she signed both the books and her playbill and it was adorable (they weren't really signing anything but playbill or merch, but Zawe made an exception to sign all this girls stuff). THEN later when Tom came out, the girl asked him if he saw the drawing she gave Zawe and he was like "Yes, she showed me, it was great, she put it on her dresser!" It was all just like really really cute and also the reason I don't buy anyone's story who says Zawe is rude to them because if she was rude, she would not have been like super extra sweet to this girl. So yeah, that's my cute Zawe story. And yes, afterwards I did go home and watch like everything she was in lol. I also just like really love her face in the first photo cause she just looks floored by like how much this girl loved all her work. 💕💕💕.

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Thanks for sharing this story! It’s so sweet! I love how excited and genuinely appreciative Zawe was of anyone’s tokens of kindness 💖

#zawe ashton #fans #betrayal #stage door #story time #and yeah #we don’t believe these lying mofos saying she was rude

[luke-skywalker]

Mike aka captainpoe is talking shit about me so let me get things straight.

He’s gonna do screenshots of what will makes him look like the victim, like he always does so you will have to believe me on my words (since I coun’t found our conversations by pm) but most people who know me or I've been following me for a long time know that I usually stay out of the drama. Big thanks to my friends for telling me what he was doing behind my back like the adult he is.

3 years ago Mike started following me, I was back then a small blog and I thought “wow a big blog is following me!”

He started to talk me and really fast told me to send him my edits by messages and I did! he also reblogged me on his mcu blog (and his sw blog too... I think).

I was really stressed with a big exam around July and I became obsess with EVERYTHING, I was a true pain in the ass to everyone. I’m not gonna lie. So yeah I also became obsess with my Tumblr notes, I did gifs to relax but it was not working very well back then. my behavior was childish and I apologized to him after! 

(He accused me of wanting to be reblogged on his sideblogs, it’s true, but it’s natural to me to reblog everything that people send me or tag me in on my sideblogs, I sincerely don’t understand people problem with reblogging on sideblogs things ).

When he got harassed on here, more like called out (it was actually around the same time I was a dick)  he asked me to take his defense and to reblog a post he made, he was basically whining about how he was the victim and never harassed anyone, he sent me messaged telling me that he was a married man in florida and never did anything against the once upon a time fandom, wasn’t homophobic and meh meh meh... Back then I believed him because he was the nice guy who was helping me getting notes in the MCU fandom. He used me, after talking to other members I realized that I wasn’t alone. 

I WANT TO APOLOGIES TO THE POEPLE I DIDN’T BELIEVED BACK THEN. I KNOW WHO HE IS NOW. 

He started being aggressive but nothing worriedly when TLJ came around, it was a real little thing but I wasn't shipping Rey x poe and I felt like it was problem for him that I wasn’t shipping them. I didn't thought too much about it but still, it left a bad taste in my mouth, I wasn’t talking a lot to him after that.

When I had problems and got hate on my blog he didn't do shit to help me. 

I was still sending me my edits because... Notes. I can’t lie about that, like every  creators here I want my edits to get notes. 

I think we haven’t talked for a verrrry long time, I was sending my edits that’s it. 

Last year he asked me to join my GOT blog, after all the reblog he did for me I thought It would be really bitchy to me to not add him as a member. But I also noted that it was funny how he joined both the B99 and the GOT fandom once he realized that it was very popular. 

He did edits on the blog so no problem at all, until s8 ended. I’m like everybody, I hated that season but when someone join my sideblogs, especially my got one, I am very clear about the no hate rule (I had problems with that on this blog before). But he thought that since he was popular he could do what he wanted, I deleted the two first he reblogged, one of them was calling people to harass D&D and I hate what they did but as someone who has been victim of bullying at school and still suffer from that I was disgusted by what he posted but I haven’t told him anything since he’s really popular and I didn’t want to create any drama... I have a life so I  finally forgot about it. 

My laptop broke and gosh, I really understood who he was at that moment! I sent a messages to all the members of my sideblogs asking them to keep the blogs active while I can’t, normal stuff for an admin. I had my tablet with no photoshop... spidey got “fired” and like a lot of other people I thought about that scene in iw where Tony told him “you’re an avenger now”, lucky me I have already made that gifset before so I took my tablet and just reposted my own gifset, it took me so long because I had to convert it back to gif format because of Tumblr... Anyway, later he sent me a message accusing me of having copied him and I haven’t seen his gifset so told him exactly that. He then accused me of doing that ALL THE TIME with endgame and I told him “listen bro we’re both using the same 30 seconds YouTube clips that marvel gave us”, like 20 other people (they were not a lot of people because that channel was weirdly unknown), it’s true that I was doing them after him but it’s just because I have a life and cannot always do gif, I make them when I have time. He also basically told me that I must be rich for having replaced my laptop that fast, I haven’t, I was using my tablet but even if I did replace my laptop, mêle toi de ton cul ( I have no English expression coming to me ).

I really understood who he was then. 

He totally stopped making edits for my got blog, because it stopped trending so it wasn’t interesting him anymore. 

a few months past and I think the only thing he told me is that he was scared of clowns... Literally. 

And then the BIG ONE, I know he was a douche but omg. Mike asked me to reblog ALL his posts on a sideblog I'm only a member of. He told me that the admin have blocked him because she was shipping reylo and well reylos hate him because he’s posting shit on them , they were a huge misunderstanding then (because i’m French and I may not have explained myself right) , I told him that I wouldn’t reblog him if the admin didn’t want to see his posts on the blog, he was blocked! and I was, at the same time, talking to another member of this blog who is a close friend of the admin and she agreed with me. he was very insisting and I told him that the admin was checking what we add to the queue and would certainly delete his posts, it was the big misunderstanding that could have hurt the admin of the blog, I just meant I know she checks what’s happening because she told me when I don’t tag a post with the right tags, it’s just what a good admin (unlike myself) does. I also told him that it was a new blog with “only” 14k followers, he must have something like 50K followers sooooo, and that his edits were getting 100K notes, more than anybody here. He became... I have no words to describe that. He told me that it was a dictatorship if I couldn’t reblog what I wanted, and that I should leave the blog, I stopped answering pretty fast after that. 

 In our last conversation I was vulgar. (it’s in the post he sent to my friends), he really need to get over it, I’m French and from Normandie : I am vulgar! wtf. It’s also the last thing he ever posted on my game of thrones blog. It was a Sunday either two days after after the last star wars movie came out or ten days ( I don’t remember if he waited a week or not) but he reblogged a text post from his blog sending hate toward the writers of both got and sw and spoiled the entire Star Wars movie on my game of thrones blog, which was “the drop of water that caused the vase to bleed” like annoy me all you want but when people goes on my got blog they don’t want to be spoiled, it was so rude and mean and that post had nothing to do there and it was at least the third time so I told him to “fucking stop” and since mr thinks he is the king he went all “you can’t talk to me like that” “I'm an adult” meh meh meh. I told him to never go in France ‘cause he wouldn't like us. And it was the last time we spoke.  Nothing to do directly with me but I would never do what he does to get notes, that man he’s ready to use any big events such as pride or women’s day to get notes. I do make edits for those events too but I'm actually a bisexual woman and not an heterosexual man and I really don’t think he’s doing those edits to show his support to those movements but just to get notes, this year he did the same thing with blm movement I thought it was disrespectful at best, he even made the famous “I we burn you burn with us” gifset  from the movie and no, just stop dude.  Making that gifset of Naya before she was even found was awful, a lot of people are doing gifs to feel better about things but I don’t think it would have came to anybody else mind to have it ready in their draft. It actually make me think of myself because after they died I made a gifset of Carrie Fisher and Stan Lee  and in my head  it was a tribute but now that I think back about it I wouldn’t make gifset when people dies anymore, I said it once again but in my head it was a tribute to those wonderful people life and work.  I did to feel people and myself a little better in those situations but it didn’t makes me feel better. I thought about it even more, especially for Carrie, because I couldn’t stop thinking about Billie and losing my mom is the worst thing that could happen to me. You can say that, at the end, Mike makes me realize something. 

He has been calling out for his behavior but instead of facing it like an adult he just want to take people down instead of him, I'm one of them and I certainly won’t be the only one.  it’s someone who doesn’t know how to face the consequences of his behavior and still think he’s untouchable, me and one of my friend said that he thought he was the king of Tumblr and I sincerely think that in his head he is. 

Sorry for the grammar I'm French and it’s almost 4 am so I'm gonna check the grammar tomorrow. 

#usersavana #usersameera #userchaitali #usergeo #userdiana #winterswake #userdaenerys #nessa007 #userfleur #userteshia #usertom #userteri #tumblrusercassie #ericasinclairs #userariella #userlaiba #userelysia #userjoelle #usercody #tusersoph #usertoph #I don't want to lose the people I like here #or people to keep believing his lies

[frustratedpotatowriter]

REBOUND?!?!!?!?

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Romance. Fanfic. Fluff(?). A bit aged up characters. A bit OOC for katsuki (?)

Warnings: Cursing.

I know I said I'm gonna post Todoroki's fic, but this hot headed boy is pulling me back.

For real though, todoroki's fic is just under editing.

P.S: I made another OC here.

P.P.S: I don't know who is the artist behind this picture of Katsuki, this is not mine. Credits to him/her, cause he looked so hawt.

Hope you like it guys. Please don't copy/plagiarize. Lovelots. 💟

Enjoy!~~

You are on your way back to the dorm, lost in thought, you can't believe it's already your last sem at U.A.

"Im the one breaking up with you, do you understand that?! I hate you katsuki!" You were taken aback by the sudden yell.

Out of the trees near the dorm, Akira, resurfaced, she passed by you, not even throwing a glance. She's covering her face.

You took a step forward to where she came from and saw, your friend, leaning on tree.

"She broke up with you, huh?" He glared at you.

"Are you fucking eavesdropping on me?" He growled at you. You shook away his comment and stepped closer.

"Well, she practically yelled that she's breaking up with you, so I heard." You heard him muttering curses under his breath.

Bakugo Katsuki, may be an ill tempered, rude, brat, he's also hard to deal with, but you know he's a good person.

He's passionate about becoming a hero, the number one hero.

You reached out and patted his back, you stared at the sky, trying not to look at him because you can't bear to see pain in his eyes.

"You will be able to move on, katsuki. You still gonna be the number one hero,right?" He fell silent. You figured he would want to be alone.

"I'm here for you katsuki, if you need my help." You started to walk back to the same direction where you came from.

You felt him hold your hand.

Your eyes wandered back to him, he is staring at you, his smirk evident.

"Will you help me then? Be my girl, y/n." You blinked, not sure if he's being serious.

"A-are you an idiot?!" You pulled back your hand.

"You said you're gonna help me? Help me forget about Akira."

"Do you seriously want me to be your rebound?!" You were in utter shock and awe of his arrogance.

You didn't even wait for his reply, you stormed back to your dorm room.

The moment you entered your room, your knees felt weak and yiur body slid down the door.

Your heart is racing, your head is full of confusion.

It keeps on replaying the moment the very person you have unrequited love for, asked you to be his girl.

It hurt a lot when you learned that he hd a girlfriend, who could actually

They are not that big on PDA, but you can see them holding hands and one time you even spotted katsuki sleeping in Akira's lap.

Even though seeing them everyday makes your heart hurt, you can't stop yourself from falling in love with katsuki.

You played video games with him, you trained with him.

You even fought almost everyday, but everytime he's in the wrong he would secretly give you a bar of chocolate, his way of apologizing without actually saying he's sorry.

He would also give you medicines, when you're sick, he would somehow notice even if you didn't tell him.

Deep inside you know, he cares for your friendship, and every little thing he does, even the ones that annoys you, makes you fall for him deeper.

The next day came with you only having a wink of sleep because of that hot headed fool.

Why are you in love with that guy anyway? You keep on muttering to yourself, when you felt a hand land on your shoulders. It surprised you and so you let out a shriek

You turned your head and saw Ochaco looking at you.

"You looked so irritated, y/n. Is there a problem?" She worriedly asked you

You defensively waved your hands telling her that you're okay.

The both of you walked towards the classroom together, the closer you get to the classroom, the more your heartbeat speeds up.

How will you talk to him? How will you face him? What if everyone notices that you guys are being weird and they ask? All these thoughts are flowing through your head.

Ochaco opened the door and found that almost everyone is there already.

You took a good look around and noticed that the red eyed goblin is not yet here, which is odd. Very odd.

"Ehhh?! Bakugo's absent?" Ochaco asked, surprised as you are.

"He doesn't answer the door when I call him. He was in a bad mood since yesterday. He and Akira broke up." Kirishima answered,scratching his head.

That idiot. What is he up to now.

All through out the morning class, he did not show up, you were worried.

What if he gets himself into a fight. Yeah, he's strong but what if he was outnumbered. What if he got injured badly. Countless thoughts of what might have happened passes through your mind that you can't concentrate in class.

"I'm gonna check on him." You quickly ran back to the dorm, the moment you were dismissed for lunch.

You practically banged the door when you arrived.

"Hey idiot!! Open this door or I'll slice it in half!" You yelled.

Still, no answer.

"Bakugo Katsuki. Don't you do anything stupid." You mumbled to yourself.

"This dimwit!" You have been banging his door for ten minutes already, and still, nothing.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You looked behind and saw katsuki standing there.

You ran to him checking his face.

"The fuck are you doing, brat?! Let go of my face!" He pulled your hand away.

"Idiot. I thought something happened to you!" you slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"I was just called by the agency I applied for, I told the teacher that I'm gonna be gone the whole morning." His lips twisted into a teasing grin.

"Were you that worried for me?" He teased.

"Because you're a hot headed idiot." you told him.

"Hmmm. You're right. Maybe I'd pick a random fight and kick some fucking ass.I got dumped and I'm really pissed about it." You frowned, when he started to step closer to you, everytime he does, you take a step back.

"So, why don't you be a good friend to me and help me?" He smirked. Your eyes not leaving his ruby colored ones.

You gulped.

"Fine! I'll be your girlfriend." You gave in. His smirk grew.

"Great. Im now your boyfriend, y/n." You were stunned when he gave you a quick peck on the lips and went inside his room.

You stood up there, rewinding what happened, then it dawned you.

THAT WAS YOUR FIRST KISS!

You hands flew to your face, feeling it heat up. You tried to calm yourself and took a deep breath.

You walked back to the school. Your heart beating like crazy, and your face looking like a freshly picked tomato.

Well, its already your last sem in the school so, why not.

You're gonna make that bastard fall for you.

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier Part II

Bucky Barnes x OGcharacter

photo by me.

The events in this chapter are the same as the movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but with the character thrust in. 99.9% are the movie.

This chapter is basically a copy-paste from the movie. I know it's not really creative or original, but I left it for the flow of the story.

Alexandra, Natasha, and Steve are in search of answers. What they find is the last thing they expected.

Word Count: 1,685

Series List

WARNINGS: Little swearing

Chapter 11

The three of us pulled up outside an abandoned military base.

“This is it,” Steve said matter of factly.

“The file came from these coordinates,” Nat said as she scanned the area.

“So did I.”

“Changed much?” I asked.

“A little.”

“This is a dead-end. Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even a radio. Whoever wrote this file must have used a router to throw people off.” Steve stalked over to a building ahead. “What’s that?”

“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place.” Steve opened the lock with his shield. As we walked in I turned on the lights revealing a SHIELD office.

“This is SHIELD,” Nat said.

“Maybe where it started.” We entered the room where we found old framed portraits of three people.

“There’s Stark's father.” Nat pointed at one of the portraits.

“Howard.”

I looked over at Steve. He’s staring at the woman's photo. “Who’s the girl?” I asked. He didn't reply and walked further down the room, and stopped at a massive bookshelf.

“If you’re already working in a secret office…” He pushed the shelf and slid it open to reveal an elevator behind it. “Why do you need to hide the elevator?” Nat scanned the elevator pad and it showed her the passcode. What a convenient device. After this, I might take it.

It took us down to a large room with old-looking computers, and mounds of dust.

“This can’t be the data-point that this technology is ancient.”

“60’s at the latest,” I said.

Nat went to the main computers in the middle of the room. She placed the flash drive in it which then activated the ancient computer in the room.

Initiate System? Pops up on the screen.

Nat types in yes into the computer. “Shall we play a game?” She said, Turning to Steve.”It’s from a movie that…”

“Yeah, I saw it.” Rude, without me?

Then an accented voice started speaking. “Rogers, Steven born 1918. Erskine, Erika born 1937. Alianovna, Natalia born 1984.” That voice. I knew that voice.

“It’s some kind of recording,” I said.

“I’m not a recording, I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me, prisoner, in 1945, but I am.” The computer screen showed an old picture of the doctor.

“Zola.” I spit out. A horrible man. I didn't remember a whole lot of my past, but most of it he was there. Hearing his voice now made my body shake.

“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years.”

“First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however. That was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.” This guy was fucking crazy.

“How did you get here?” Steve asked.

“Invited.”

“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic value.” Nat explained.

“They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.”

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull.”

“Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.”

“Prove it.”

“Accessing archive.” The computer shows us old footage. “HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, SHIELD was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside SHIELD. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed.”

Just his voice triggered memories. I was back in the cold, dark lab. I’ve been screaming for my father for hours.

“Will you be quiet?” Zola shouted, smacking the table next to my head. “Your father is dead. So he will not be saving you anytime soon. So will you shut up?”

“That's impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you,” Nat said.

“Accidents happen. HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life, a zero-sum.” In anger, Steve smashed the computer screen. “As I was saying…” He appeared on a different screen.

“What's on this drive?"

“Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.”

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Nat said.

“The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors to the elevator started to close, Steve tried to stop it by throwing his shield in between it but he's too late.

“We got a bogey. Short-range ballistic. 30 seconds tops.”

“Who fired it?”

“SHIELD”

I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it, it's better this way. We're both...out of time.”

We needed cover. I looked around thinking of a way out of this. I noticed a small opening on the ground, I threw the metal door aside and just as the place exploded we threw ourselves into the hole. Steve held up his shield as the building fell down on us. I help with my strength to hold up his shield. With thousand pounds of rubble falling down with us under it.

It was luck that we were alive. Nat was passed out. I had a couple cuts. Pure luck.

“Help me with this.” We both used all our strength to move a large slab of concrete to the side. He picked up Nat, and as fast as we could we sneak away as the STRIKE team scanned the area.

“We need a place to lay low,” I said once we are back on the road.

“I have an idea.”

We are back in DC. Steve knocked on the door. Sam Wilson opened the door.

“Hey man.” He said.

“I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.”

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.”

Sam paused for a moment before replying. “Not everyone.” He lets us in. “The bathroom is down the hall. There are towels, and I can find some new clothes since...”

“Since ours smell like sweat and blood.” I finished.

“Pretty much.”

I got to shower first. As I’m drying my hair Steve checked up on me. “You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“What’s going on?”

“When you gave me the ultimatum, prison or SHIELD. I thought I was done with the agendas and the secret organizations. It was over. I guess I was wrong. Evil follows me no matter how hard I try to change it. I just wanted to be good.”

“Just you saying that you know it's changed.” He sat next to me on the bed.

“I owe you. Again.”

“It’s okay.”

“If it was the other way around, and it was down to me to save your life, and you be honest with me. Would you trust me to do it?”

“Yes.” He said instantly “and I’m always honest.”

“I know.” He put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a squeeze.

“Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out they died for nothing.

“Well, I guess I just like to know who I’m fighting. Instead of wondering why anyone was going through all of this.”

Sam knocked on the side of the door. “I made breakfast. If you guys...eat that sort of thing.”

At Sam’s kitchen table we all sat around and talked about our next move. “So the question is: Who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike? Nat asked.

“Pierce.”

“Who happens to be sitting on the top of the most secure building in the world.” I quipped.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

“So was Jasper Sitwell.”

“So the real question is: How do the three most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?” I pondered.

“The answer is: You don’t.” Sam dropped a file in front of Steve.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“Call it a resume.”

Nat looked through it. “You didn’t say he was a pararescue.” She said to Steve.

“Is this Riley?”

“Yeah.” He said with sadness in his voice.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?’

“No these.” He handed Steve a file. I watched over his shoulder as he opened it.

Oh shit, that’s cool. There was a picture of Sam flying with mechanical wings.

“I thought you said you were a pilot.”

“I never said pilot.”

“I can’t ask you to do this Sam. You got out for good reason.”

“If he doesn’t I will,” I said.

“I thought you hated heights,” Nat said.

“No, I hate falling. There’s a difference.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.” Sam and Steve continued their conversation.

“Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”

“The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall.” Steve looked over at me and Nat.

Nat shrugged her shoulders, and I said “Easy.”

I wasn’t allowed to help break into the government facility. After my protesting, Steve agreed for me to be the getaway driver. Sam and I sat in the car down the street. My job was to sit and wait.

“So,” Sam said, breaking the silence. “You’re born in the 1930s?” I heard shouting in the distance.

“Yep.”

“How did you...survive? Were you on ice like Steve?” There was an explosion.

“Pretty much.”

“Cool...cool.” We sat in silence for a little longer. Then Steve and Nat came racing down the road. Once they were in the car I sped away.

Chapter 12

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Challenge 7 part 2

I sat in a big chair in the women's room flipping through a book called Red Queen that I had found in the library. I was starting to get frustrated at this common trope. A girl whos supposed to be with a boy (i.e in a selection to compete for his hand at marriage) is distracted by some other side boy who she ends up either being endgame with or cheats on boy A with. (i.e getting a crush on said person’s brother). I grumbled as I was starting to get annoyed at Cal and Mare. JUST STICK TO THE RIGHT BOY GIRLS.

I huffed and put the book down before I heard yelling from the outside of the room. It sounded like Ben and Wyatt? I considered getting up to go over and talk to them since it’s not like they can come into the wome- oh they’re in.

“Don’t tell me what I want or don’t want, Wyatt!” Ben yelled. Oh they’re fighting. Does Ben not know where he is? This isn’t really the place to have a fight. I felt like it would be rude to watch but wouldn’t it also be rude to not? To just read a book like nothing at all was the matter?

“What’s even the point of keeping this going when clearly no one wants to? Danielle said herself she barely liked me, that I was fake and annoying and—” My eyebrows furrowed. I didn’t know Danielle that well but she didn’t seem outright mean. It doesn’t seem like something she would mean or at least say without taking back. My eyes shifted over to her for a moment before I decided it would be rude to stare so I looked down at the ground and listened.

““I’m obviously not enough to keep the girls around. Or keep them safe.” He added. He shouldn’t blame himself for that. If he was referencing the attack. No one really could have prevented it, we didn’t know it was coming.  

“Half of them left me for other people they met in the palace.” I felt my heart drop as Ben said that next part. If he knew that I liked Wyatt that would mean I was hurting him. I didn’t want to hurt Ben that’s why I hadn’t told anyone and why I wasn’t planning on doing anything with my feelings. I just wanted everything to stay as it was till I left. Wyatt being my friend, us having funny conversations. I didn’t want him to go further away from me nor for us to get any closer in our relationship.

“And one of them wants you,” He added which caused my heart to jump and my eyes to widen. Did Ben know? How did Ben know? Please- just let it be some other selected.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you and Gabriella. How do you think that makes me feel?” My stomach churned as I felt my heart drop again. My face flushed as he had called me out now in front of all of the other selected, he told Wyatt I have feelings for him. I bit down on my bottom lip. Fuck- I didn’t want this. I didn’t even want Wyatt to know let alone for him to find out like this. I breathed a little shaky as I tried to keep myself together.

Don’t respond Gabby, don’t do anything to give yourself away. You can convince them both later that Ben guessed wrong as long as you don’t crack now. I felt a lump in my throat. I wanted to cry. He told Wyatt. There was no way I could put our friendship back together after that. I wanted to run and just bury my face in bed and cry my eyes out until I packed my bags and left.

I never wanted this. I wanted to stay with Wyatt for as long as I could. To laugh and to be happy and not to think about my impending doom in a career I hate to make my mother happy, I be stuck heart broken yet again because of some boy that just didn't want me. Because honestly, I mean who would want me? I’m just some idiot doof who can’t even keep her feelings hidden. I never should have applied for the selection. I should have just stayed home.

Staying home would have been easier. I didn’t have any strong friendships here. I mean I had talked with Ophelia and Viv but they were closer to each other than I was them. Danielle and Darcy seemed nice but I didn’t know how to approach them. Zara seemed content on her own. I like Natalya but here I am alone. The only one I have is Wyatt and now I don’t even have that.

I wanted to just keep my life, but the better version. This was the better version. Here with Wyatt, laughing, having fun, just being together and forgetting about the rest of the world and the mess that was my life.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wyatt mumbled before he continued,  “I didn't— you know I—” Wyatt wouldn’t do that to Ben. Neither of us would. We both cared about him, Wyatt clearly more so, but he was my friend too and I never would intend to hurt him. We hadn't been together in any way that was weird, we’ve just been talking like friends. I’ve been trying so hard to be careful. How did Ben figure it out? Why was he spilling this now?

I looked around, there were guards outside of the room, maids in here. I bet at least one wont be able to hold their tongue. I shifted my attention back to the two of them and made eye contact with Wyatt for just a split second. Don’t back down, don’t look away, don’t get flustered. You need to act like you don’t like Wyatt. You’re not embarrassed to make eye contact.

Wyatt was quickly the first to turn away. “Please, just—” He continued,

“NO,” Ben yelled firmly as he took another step into the room. I bet he still hasn’t noticed where he is. “No just anything! God the one time in your life you do something for yourself it’s with this? The only thing that’ll truly matters besides my coronation during my reign?” That made me feel sour. This? He thought this was the most important thing besides his coronation? I mean not like his whole reign? Controlling the lives of hundreds of thousands of people? That's so much more important than a dating game show.

“If every obstacle is telling me to end the Selection then maybe I should listen. Go be happy. Take your stupid photos and be with anyone you want. I don’t care anymore. Just leave me alone.” Ben said saying everything he never should have said.

Wyatt considered all he had said for a moment before turning, “ okay…” He said and left. Ben watched for a moment before turning to further enter the room then seeing us all and realizing he had just made quiet the scene. He quickly left to go chase after Wyatt. He regretted it that was clear.

I stood up with a huff, pissed. How dare he? How dare he?  It was not his right to tell Wyatt that, it was not fair for him to blame Wyatt for my feelings, it was not fair of him to push his problems and his anxiety onto his brother. Ben was being a little shit. I don’t care if he regretted it, he’s a 21 year old not some 10 year old who’s excusable for his bad temper.

I walked out of the women's room each of my steps almost being a stomp. Good thing my ankle was better and I wasn’t in heels because I’m very sure the heels would have snapped from my rage walking. I wanted to fight.  

I couldn’t punch or tackle anyone now. I was mad at Ben. I wanted to kick him in the shin, hit him right across the face. Hurt him in some way for payback. I took a deep breath knowing I couldn't.

Even if Ben weren't the prince I’m still old enough that by now I should be able to control my own temper. I need to stop resorting to violence. I went back to my room and changed into one of the swimsuits I had, put a coverup on and made my way to the beach. I hadn’t officially gotten an okay to go swimming again but I was furious and needed to be outside. I needed to hear the waves again which were always so calming for some reason.

I got into the water which was thankful cold against the hot air, I had asked for a surfboard so I had one with me as I went out. I hadn’t really paid attention to the weather outside but the waves were rougher today. Good. I wanted to be thrown around. It would give me something to fight and take my attention off of all of the drama.

After I bit I walked back to the palace. My hair was dripping but I didn’t really mind the cold droplets on my back. As I walked in I felt happy. I felt clean and fresh and a little tired from all of the moving. I’d probably shower then take a nap. Then my eyes caught Ben and it was like 93% of my rage returned. I quickly turned my eyes away to try and just walk by him.

I heard him walk over to me and I knew my escape plan of intimidation and ignoring had failed, “Gabby.” My name sounded horrible in his voice. I didn’t want to hear it. I wish he had kept his mouth shut and let me go on.

I looked up at him still pissed, “Benjamin.”

He glanced away from me for a moment before he returned looking tired. He probably hasn’t gotten much sleep lately, with all the press and now this, fighting with a sibling is horrible too no matter who’s in the wrong. No Gabby, he wronged you, you’re mad at him.

“I only wanted to say I’m sorry for what I said. I had no right to say what I did, especially in front of everyone else.” Great I’m getting some copy and paste apology he can use on every girl.

“Sure,” I rolled my eyes.

I wanted to leave but a question had been hitting at my head, “How'd you figure it out? I figured distancing myself from you would help you get the idea that I wasn't super into you anymore but I don't see the jump from that to Wyatt.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t know. I saw you guys look at each other one day and it sort of... clicked I guess.” I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for him. I had wronged Ben too. I was here for him. I liked him for a bit too, he must have liked me somewhat or else I wouldn’t still be here. It wasn’t nice of me to go off flirting with his brother.

“I should apologize to you too. What you did really hurt my feelings, especially because I hadn't even told Wyatt how I felt and wasn't planning on it because I liked where we were of just getting to be friends without drama or dealing with the hypothetical ethics of it all, not to mention I'm very sure he just sees me as a friend and I'm not really fond of rejection- anyways I'm getting side tracked-” I mumbled, “-this is why I got blackout drunk a few nights ago.” I sighed then tried to gather my thoughts to properly apologize, “I miss not having to think, but again, anyways even though you were a massive ass you're probably also stressed and having a selected like your brother wasn't a help. I mean I never intended to every do anything with it so you really shouldn't have stressed because I had planned for no one but me to know so it's not like the public would find a way to criticize you for it, but you didn't know that so I individually added to your stress so I'm sorry for that.”

He looked sad at my apology. Why? It was better than his copy paste one, “You don’t have to apologize. I know I was an ass, a huge one. But you- if you guys wanted to be together, maybe not now but…” He looked off to the side before turning his attention back to me, “in the future? You should. I’d only want the both of you to be happy.”

I chuckled a bit finding his careful dealing with the topic a little funny, “Well, I'm very sure he doesn't feel the same way. I'm planning on talking to him later and am fairly sure I can convince him you guessed wrong. Just to let you know so you don't talk to him again about me liking him. It's just easier to not deal with all that other stuff.”

“I know Wyatt. He- well, I’ve revealed enough about him already.” He frowned mostly to himself. I wonder why he’s still so sad? His garbage apology worked. Well probably because his brothers upset at him. “I’ll let you two figure it out.” The hell is that supposed to mean. There’s nothing to figure out.

I paused for a moment before thinking about my rage from earlier, “You're very lucky that you caught me right after I went out, this will probably be the first time since I was eight that I will have been as mad as I was and not ended it in physically fighting someone. To be fair it is normally, highly justified. But fortunately for you, you got to keep your nose not broken unlike the last fellow.”

We talked for a bit longer about my history with violent interactions and outbursts. Really it was just two. I was 10 and like 16 so they weren’t that serious. And I felt justified in both of their cases.

I went up to my room. Washed my hair, then took a nap. I crashed onto the bed and just let everything out. Regardless of Ben’s apology, Wyatt knew now. I wasn’t sure if that was something I could fix. I wasn’t sure if everything had just fallen apart and I’d lost my only friend here. Granted I don’t think I’ll be staying much longer now that Ben knows I don’t like him.

I kept thinking about Wyatt and how much I wanted to stay. How much I liked him and wanted to be with him. But there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t and wouldn’t ruin our friendship, or even risk it.

Plus there was the whole ethics aspect of this. Ben, I would technically be cheating on him if I tried anything with Wyatt. As long as I was in the selection I was supposed to be loyal to Ben. Dating Wyatt would be incredibly risky. I doubt Ben would follow the law and have us executed if we got together, but if anyone else caught us there wouldn’t be a choice in the matter. The people would be livid and you have to listen to the people.

Not to mention this meant I would go home soon. Back to a place where I have to act. Play a character. Someone who hates surfing, a good daughter who wants to learn. A three. Someone with the brains to play the part. To make it through life with a plan. A strict plan. A plan with no fun where I’m stuck working everyday inside some cubical or a classroom. Reading papers, organizing, or color coding. To be my scaredy cat self again who’s too fearful to talk to the people I life. To live my life shut in a cage with no hope of escape.

That or I face the war. I ruin Elliana’s childhood. I turn her into me. Always fighting to keep her family together as her older sister selfishly goes off to follow her passion not giving a damn about the damage she leaves behind her--about her sister who she left behind her. About the wreckage of her parents fighting and screaming behind a shut door but their voices are so loud that the world shakes with each hateful word they throw at each other as you just hope that maybe tomorrow something will change but it never does.

I can’t give that to Ellie. I can’t be Riley. I can’t hurt everyone around me to pursue some stupid hobby. I’m not even good. I pulled the blanket over my head as I tried to keep everything inside.   

I took a deep breath shut my eyes, and tried to go to bed. I really couldn’t I spent the night going in out of fits of crying then back to sleep, crying, sleep, repeat. Till finally it was morning.

The next day I waited for the afternoon then went to fix things. I needed to be composed. I needed to seem convincing. Unfazed. I didn’t like Wyatt so Ben spilling my secret wouldn’t bother me because it wouldn’t be true. So I had to see like I was only upset because he hurt Wyatt. Which I was but that was in addition to him hurting me.

I stood outside his door and considered knocking but decided that he may not let me in if I had so instead I went for the more direct option and just opened the door. I stumbled in prepared to talk but saw Wyatt in bed, asleep. I walked up to his bed to be sure and looked down at him for a moment. Sad because he's sad. Then I noticed the trashcan full of his pictures and frowned more. I  walks over to the trashcan and carefully took them out and smiled at them because they're cute and have happy memories. Like Ellie being a sadist and forcing me into the weirdest pose for a picture. I then walked over to his desk to set them down by his camera.

Suddenly I heard the beeping of his wrist watch. He was laying on his chest so when he moved his arm and turned his head slightly to turn the alarm off he hadn’t seen me. He then flopped his face down onto the pillow.

“You should probably wake up since I assume you set that alarm for a reason.” I said and leaned against his desk.

He jumped from the bed, sitting up and looking over at her, eyes wide open in shock. But then he looks at he opened door and blinked staring back at me, “How did you- Were you-were you watching me sleep?” He asked utterly alarmed. Normally I would have laughed but I just wasn’t in the mood. I hadn’t slept well from all the crying after all.

I shrugged, “No. I came to talk. I really just got here, then I saw you had thrown your pictures away and got distracted” I said and motioned to the pictures.

His eyes went to the box and he pressed his lips together, shifting to let his feet touch the floor and reaching for his shoes—not facing me, “You should’ve left them where they were.

”I shouldn't have that's not where they belong. Why are you putting shoes on?” I asked.

“Am I required to stay barefoot during our conversation?”

“I mean a lot of people just don't like wearing shoes when they're in their own area. You can wear shoes if you want.” I paused for a moment and decided I should get started on fixing things,

“I don't like you like that by the way. I don't know where Ben got the idea from but it's not true.” He clenched his jaw.

“Well, obviously I like you as a friend but not like romantically. That would be unethical and not correct. Sorry if I did anything to make him think that since he yelled at you for that for one thing.” I said mumbling the rest after my first sentence.

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and sighed, “Gabby..”

God, I annoyed him didn’t I? “Huh? Sorry, I don't mean to bug you I just wanted to clarify that.”

“I see.” He replied and stared at me. Wyatt hadn’t really been like this with me before. It’s because he and Ben are fighting I’m sure. Riley always closes off to me when we argue.

“Oh well I wanted to talk to you about Ben too. I'm sure I don't fully understand how you feel or the fight, especially because the closest thing I've had to this with my siblings I acted more like Ben, but you should hear him out. People say things they don't mean when they're mad because they get defensive and try to hurt the other. They can be especially good at it if they know the person because they know where to hit. Ben seems really sorry from what I've heard. Talking to him will help you move past this as opposed to sleeping in your room and pushing him away.”

“I’m not avoiding him.” Yeah and I’m mature. A total lie. He mumbled, “I just need some space... and that’s what he wanted anyway so”

He trailed off, chuckling softly but not it of amusement. He stared at his hands for a moment, then shook his head, “Look, he’s going to feel bad about what he said, there’s no way around that. I’m not- I’m not mad at him. But I don’t want him to keep lying for my sake.” He swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck, “I understand if he doesn’t want to put up with me anymore.”

I understood how Wyatt felt. At least a little. Riley had pushed me away before, not wanting to deal with me being her little sister. Especially when she was a teen and I was still a child. She didn’t want to hang out with me. But I also feel the other way around. I was always picking up after Riley. Fixing things with mom. Keeping everything together while she chased her dreams. I have said some nasty things to her before out of frustration at always having to deal with her.

This was different though, Wyatt hadn’t done anything wrong. Ben attacked him without reason. Ben needed to apologize point blank. And I know he has, but Wyatt needs to listen. So I need to think about who I was in those times where Riley was sick of me for once. To try and relate. This was the first time I had really seen Wyatt upset and I already hate it.

“If you talked with him you'd know that's not how he feels at all. He was just mad and had an outburst. Like when a kid says they hate their parents.” I mumbled a bit to the side, “Which really he did act like a child.” I then focused back on him, “Anyways, he didn't mean it and taking a depression nap and throwing away your pictures isn't going to fix anything. Which by the way they're great pictures he just went for a low blow.”

“It’s not a depression nap. I didn’t sleep much yesterday. And I know he was lashing out. I know how he gets. I was hoping I could get to him before that and, we’ll, clearly I didn’t succeed. But what he said...a part of him must think it’s true.” His breathing got shaking and he rubbed his eyes, “Heck, I think it’s true. I didn’t throw the pictures away because I think they’re the worst. I threw them away because they’re not that special. Which is why I don’t do photography as more than a hobby. There’s no point. I take pictures because I want them. I’m not sharing them with the world. Especially not to your dad like they’re some great gift. He actually wanted to pay for them.”

I plopped down on the bed next to him. I knew a bit of how he felt. With my surfing. I wasn’t anything special but I loved it. Though, Wyatt’s different because he’s special. He’s good at it, “You're a good photographer. Plus you seem to really like it. Since you like it so much you should continue regardless of the quality. Which by the way your pictures are again great. Even if sometimes you don't think they look the best everyone else loves them so just try to think about that when you can't get yourself to like them.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment but then mumbled, “I like them.”

“That's good then. Because you like them and everyone else loves them. So no more pictures in the trash, okay?” I asked.

He glanced at me and the hint of a smirk appeared as he muttered, “I’m not a little kid.” But then he looked at the floor again, “Thanks..”

I chuckled and decided to make the mood lighter, “If either of us are the little kid it's me, my temper is as uncontrolled as a ten year old's. I got very close to deciding to go tell Ben to be ready to ball up.”

He genuinely chuckled, “Are you going to defend my honor, Cupcake?”

I smiled happy that it seemed I was getting through to him, I then leaned back on the bed with one arm behind me and held up  the other up and smirked, “Of course, what else would I do with these perfect guns.” My other arm being up was for showing off.

He hit me gently with the pillow that was next to him, still smiling a bit, “Be careful. Ben bruises easily.”

“I talked with him earlier so I think now I've calmed down enough that I can just verbally defend you honor. Though, I will keep that in mind in case we ever square up.”

He nodded and thought for a bit, “Did he apologize to you?”

“Yeah he did. I suspect he's been doing rounds to apologize to all the girls. He looked absolutely horrified when he finally realized what room he had been in.”

“That’s good.” He said then fidgeted with a button of his cuff and then spoke ”You didn’t have to come here but um, I appreciate it. Next time knock though.

I chuckled, “Right sorry. I was worried you would be like "Leave me alone angst angst angst, somehow death glares through the door.

He laughed, “ I would never sound like that! And that’s physically impossible.”

“I'm not quite sure what's possible with you and that glare. Sometimes I feel like it's like you've put a curse on me. Or that I'm already being murdered. It's intense. Though, Ben said earlier that when I glared at him it was good enough to scare children.” I crossed my arms proudly.

“So that means you scared him?” Wyatt asked as he must have heard me call him a child earlier.

I laughed, “I actually did scare him. Though, he still talked to me so it didn't have the total effect I wanted. You'll have to teach me the death glare.”

“It took me years to master. Besides, you’re too cute to ever be convincing.”

I felt my cheeks flush. He called me cute. Oh my god he called me cute. Probably in a non romantic way but still HE CALLED ME CUTE *blasts off like Rudolph in the movie* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dm94FmRX6c0

“wouldn't think you'd be good at death glares since you're such a dork but I'd be wrong. Who knows maybe I'd do great at them.” I replied as I tried to hold in my giddiness.

He cleared his throat as I said dork for some reason, then looked at the ceiling, “I don’t know, you’d look like an angry chipmunk.”

I looked back at him and saw him looking at the ceiling then reached over to turn his head to face me and I tried to glare, “Did it work?”

He turned red as I suddenly realized the proximity of our faces and turned red myself, “Nope, sorry to disappoint.” He pulled back quickly, and rubbed his nape awkwardly and looking away.

“I should probably head back to my room now. My maids will want to get me ready for dinner and I'm sure you have whatever you set an alarm for.” I said totally embarrassed and wanting to go. I was supposed to be convincing him I didn’t like him. Not pushing out faces two centimeters apart.

He cleared his throat, “Sounds about right.” He quickly stood and offered me a hand.

I took his hand and got up, “See you at dinner, table mate.” I excused with a thumbs up then turned to leave.

[cherryscape]

Double standards by extremists

NS: Naruto should never have moved on from Sakura!! It doesn't make sense!!!

Also NS: Sakura should move on from Sasuke cause it makes sense!

NH: Sakura is a horrible mother for making Sarada cry!!

Also NH: Aww Hinata scares Boruto and Naruto hits Boruto when he is rude, that's so cute!!!

SS: SP shits on SS and sakura all the time!! There so biased and I hate everything they do!!

Also SS( after the gaiden ending): OMG this is so beautiful!! SP proved us that Sarada is a sasusaku baby!! I mean just look!! There amazing!!

SNS: SS is the most abusive relationship ever!!

Also SNS: Lol Sasuke attempting to kill Naruto is not abusive as Naruto fought back!!

SK: OMG Sasuke apologized to Karin!! He loves her!!

Also SK: Look Sasuke apologizing to Sakura means shit!!

NH fans: Sakura dosent have an original Jutsu!! She copied from Tsunade( the byakogo seal only 3 people Mastered in the world) She is a shitty Character and heroin!!

Also NH fans: OMG Hinata mastered the twin lion fist(a main branch technique) and 64 palms(a main branch family technique) She is so amazing and such an amazing Character!!

SS fans: Hinata has no development!! She never stopped saying N-Naruto-kun!!

Also SS fan: Aww Sakura still calls Sasuke "Sasuke-kun"!! That's true love!!!

NH fans: Sasuke is such a shitty person!! Him wanting revenge for his clan shows that he's psychotic!!

Also NH fans: Naruto not revealing the truth of the uchiha clan is justifiable!!! Even though it's the village elders fault!!

Uchiha fan: Fuck Itachi would never approve of Sakura!! She emotionally abused him by confessing her love to him!!

Also Uchiha fan: Itachi mentally torturing Sasuke when he was 7 is not bad cause he loved her!!

SK fans: Sasuke tried to kill Sakura!! SS is abusive!!

Also SK fans: Sasuke didn't try to kill Karin!! Cause he knew she wouldn't die!! Plus him attempting to do it shows that she was the final straw towards his descence to darkness!! It's true love!!

SNS fans: Sakura's love towards Sasuke is childish and obsessive!!

Also SNS fans: Karin's love towards Sasuke is an based on true love and mutual understanding

NS fans: Sakura still referring sasuke as "Sasuke-kun" shows that she's such a fangirl and doormat!!

Also NS fans: Naruto still referring Sakura as "Sakura-chan" is so cute!!!

Anti NH & SS fans: The last is shit and the forehead poke is an act of distance!!

Also anti NH & SS fans: edits their favs in them

Me: The fuck?

#anti ss fandom #anti nh fandom #anti sk fandom #anti ns fandom #anti sns fandom #i hate the double standards so much!!!! #by no means am i targeting all the people in the fandom!! #i'm referring to people who actually do this!! #i'm not trying to generalize!