#i showed my friend the trailer and i noticed that when a ball is thrown at the Shinx the one next to it doesn't even flinch...

[inspector-montoya-fox]

so... why did Honor Among Thieves disappoint?

and i’m talking about the episode, not the game. as usual, i’m popping off on something based on my opinion, because i’m aware a lot of you like that episode. but i feel like conclusion levels aren’t SP’s forte ? let’s take a look:

Setting: if you’re gonna base an entire game on breaking into an island fortress, you better let us play in that island fortress. and that’s not the case. the setup was perfect: an evil island citadel, kinda paying homage to Clockwerk’s lair, heavily guarded by mutated animal hybrids, but inside, the entire Cooper legacy. so why did it end up being a pool of acid? and why do most preparatory missions take place around the island instead of on it? circling back to the Clockwerk level similarities, i really like the linear structure for final episodes, i think it ups the ante and the tension. the sense of choice and safety granted by optional mission order or the safehouse is stripped and with each level we get closer to the main baddie. but here, the missions feel detached because of the gang being all over the place. Sly first loses his cane and is unconscious and then the original gang disbands before entering the vault. i didn’t appreciate SP’s choice to sacrifice platforming for other modes of gameplay. i know that when game devs introduce new gameplay, they’re usually really proud of it (Arkham Knight’s over-dependence on the batmobile...) but giving us a single platforming mission in the entire final level was kinda sacrilegious, imo. i’ll touch upon the reason behind this in the next section, but this was supposed to be Sly’s level, maybe even the gang’s. but, until we get to the vault, there’s Carmelita shooting, Penelope RC, Guru brainwashing, Dimitri diving, plane fight, Murray brawling and Bentley grapple cam. i think that simply diluted the importance of this episode, and made it lacklustre. i’d rather play as Sly breaking into the island 100%. if you follow me, you probably know how i feel about TiT, but i want to reference the Feudal Japan map here: it really conveyed the sense of a palace fortress. yeah, it was a village, but throughout its circumference there were imperial structures to remind us that we were actually surrounded by the stronghold. i think it would be much more effective to have Kaine Island be some kind of military base or evil tech lab instead of a vat of acid. the game’s tutorial mission was loads of fun and very intriguing because we got to enter the island and look at its interior. that should have been maintained for the final episode. and even if SP didn’t have this vision for the island, dumping neon green liquid mass everywhere seemed lazy. if they wanted it to be desolate, they should have emulated Clockwer’s volcano exterior which was full of lava but had clear characteristics.

Themes: the reason behind the various modes of gameplay was probably to express the theme of camaraderie and show that even if this is Sly’s legacy, all thieves are honourable. everyone gets to help out in some way, and that help is elevated further when Sly, the gang’s supposedly best asset, is benched. i really admire this, i think it’s a nice concluding message to a game which focuses on teamwork and how everyone is a unique individual, despite belonging on a team. that being said, the gameplay came across as repetitive, like Penelope and the Guru’s sections, or abysmal, like the underwater bossfight. i feel like they could have showed that message in a better way, one which wouldn’t require an entire gameplay section. although it was quite “silly”, having the Panda King transport the RC car and the van was an efficient way to show how he helped out without having us endure more firework gameplay. this way, there’d be more room for, again, platforming, which is much needed in this episode. at least the theme is explored well this way, like no one would doubt that the team cares for each other now. the other major theme is, obviously, legacy. unlike the camaraderie theme, this was explicitly presented. you literally go through your dead ancestors belongings. the mission is pretty cool too, i don’t have many complaints. i like how Sly has to channel each ancestor and their signature move in order to get through the obstacles they’ve set. and when the time came to go through Conner’s section, and Sly asked him what to do because he genuinely didn’t know... i lowkey kinda felt so emotional. the theme shows how Sly has come full circle, despite his minimal character development. we start off the series by collecting Thievius Racconus entries from ancestors he only heard about when he was a child, to coursing through what they left behind for us specifically. it’s really nice, and i think it’s what prevents this episode from being a complete disaster, like it’s the highlight of the whole thing.

Plot: my main beef with this episode was Bentley and Murray not entering the vault, despite SP putting in so much some work to portray them as equals. i’ve said time and time again that i absolutely love the Bentley x Dr Matt conversation because it hinted at an older version of the gang, and that Watchmen dynamic is so powerful, especially when the predecessor reaches out to their successor in a messiah kind of way (long sentence, sorry if i’m not making any sense). point is: why would they have this conversation if Bentley and Murray ultimately ended up staying behind? i get that Bentley inherits the Thievius Raccoonus at the end, but that’s a whole different discussions. like, they should have gone into the vault to show how they are as much a part of the Cooper legacy as Sly. i’m not sure how the gameplay would be, like maybe they’d get separated and meet up at the end, but i seriously wish they had followed Sly. but anyway, they didn’t, and then the amnesia thing happens... the perfect way to describe that is ‘bittersweet’. on the one hand, the entire vault and legacy come crushing down; on the other hand, Sly gets with Carmelita. this is perhaps the most development he gets throughout the course of three games. the Coopers are obviously obsessed with maintaining traditions and the lineage (which is weird when you consider all of them dropped like flies at the sight of Clockwerk, like you’d think after a few generations the fuckers would have some sort of back-up) so it’s interesting to think that Sly is the anomaly. he doesn’t have his own cane, he’s in love with a cop, he never introduced his own move to the book, and he ultimately decided he didn’t want to upkeep the Cooper legacy but reinvent it and start anew. so yeah, like that was a nice touch but everything happens so quickly and it’s a lot to take in

i don’t want to say that Honor Among Thieves is a bad case, but i think it doesn’t live up to the build-up of the entire game. one of the reasons why Sly 2′s ending was better was because the game went out of its way to establish a specific course the events would supposedly follow by telling us ‘here are the villains’ at Rajan’s ball. and then, as a direct result, Arpeggio’s death and ClockLa’s genesis came as such a big surprise. but here, we were promised a vault so difficult to get in that we needed to recruit outcasts from all over the globe, and at the end there wasn’t a twist. that’s just literally what happened. holy hell that was blunt.

#the remnants of The Episode Project are somewhere echoing in the background #spent my entire morning thinking about how Gen 9's starters should be fairy/ dark/ normal to play on morality instead of water/ fire/ grass #and then have three legendaries and make them water/ fire/ grass #or remove starters altogether? not sure about how that would work though #lots of thoughts head empty #and they have lots of time to actually implement change (not that they necessarily will) because of the Gen 4 remakes and Legends: Arceus #Legends: Arceus doesn't look promising i'm sorry babes... with that 1 FPS !? no no absolutely not #i showed my friend the trailer and i noticed that when a ball is thrown at the Shinx the one next to it doesn't even flinch... #unconventional opinion: pokemon should react like animals in the wild? interacting with each other and their surroundings? insane right? #sly cooper #lol i'm such a clown sometimes

[chocominnie]

Desperado — 04 (M) | JJk.

Pairing: Badboy!Jungkook X Reader

Summary : A messy situationship at it’s finest. You don’t even know whats headed your way, just even engaging in the slightest within him. See, he has an assignment to complete. A mission granted by his father thats do or die. You just so happen to be a major pawn in that assignment. He didn’t mean to take an interest in you. Surely it was an accident right? Only except. you hold much value in this game that he’ll do anything to complete it. Oblivious is what you are. Poor thing. Poor.. Poor thing. 

Genre: Mature/ Mafia!Jungkook

Trailer: xxxxx  preview 01 02 03

Word Count : 6.7k

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak...High angst, usage of drugs, drug mentions, mental illness, switch!jungkook, Brat reader, possible stockholm syndrom, kidnapping, assault, death of side characters, weapons, usage of weapons, masturbation, physical violence, blood, alcohol, weed, unprotected and protected sex, spanking, honestly its a lot of aruging too, 

Copyright:  please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

Author’s note: It’s been a while yeah? Let’s have fun reading this. Sungmin plays a large roll in this part. But please stay towards the ending of this part. It gets real... nerve wracking.. per say...

You will never get over the crowded hallways. Why does everyone like to huddle around with their friends in groups? Your phone vibrates in your hand which makes you look at the notification. Just another text message to the groupchat. Crystal’s nervous about her testing score for her biology class. You quickly type out a thumbs up gif and press send. Hopefully she did pass. It’s the only thing she’s been boring you and the group about since yesterday. 

Speaking of yesterday. He didn’t text you at all. Not even to make sure you made it home alright. Yes, Jungkook is passive agressive and a dick-head at the least, but he could’ve texted you. Does he even have your number? You shiver at the thought of him having any contact with you. It’s weird. Nevermind about that whole didn’t text thing.

 Passing by the main entrance, you spot multiple fliers taped to the wall. You didn’t even notice these days ago. You can’t help but to rip one off just for the sake of bieng nosey. Talent Show tonight! All final contestants please report to the school auditorium at 6 pm. If you’re late, fear not! The show must go on.. even without you. Ticket’s are two won. Multple food trucks will be outside near the school’s entrance by our fountain and koi pond. The artwork and pottery will be showcased there as well starting at 7 pm. Come support your classmates!

A talent show? Nobody told you about this beforehand. It would’ve been the perfect place to show off your Piano skills. What if someone important ended up being there? Someone who would’ve noticed you? Angrily, you ball it up and throw it in the trash as you begin to walk again. The death grip on your backpack straps where enough to let everyone in the hallways know to just look away and have zero reaction. 

‘‘ Yn! Over here!’‘

The voice startles you causing you to jump a bit. Ayami waves her hand in the air to signal your attention. She looks like a short little kid trying to get their older sisters attention. Ayami’s cheeks were bright red with a huge smile that compliment her beautiful brown eyes as well. You smile a bit more when approaching her.

‘‘ What’s going on?’ You trail off, leaning against the locker next to hers. Ayami smiles even harder while pulling out that same colored piece of paper you had just thrown away. ‘‘ Look! Im a final contestant! My name is right here!’‘

Indeed it was. She points to the bottom part of which you didn’t read. There are three small lists of contestant names. Sure enough, her’s was the 4th name in the second row. ‘’ Congratulations. I would’ve entered but they didn’t tell me about it before I transferred.’’

‘‘ Right, it was like a month ago when we auditoned.’‘ Ayami says, neatly folding her piece of paper and putting it in her locker. ‘‘ Have you seen Minlee, Crystal, and Sungmin?’‘ You ask, the two of you begin to walk down the busy hallway.

‘‘ Minlee is in the art room. She is planning out her showcase for the talent show tonight. Crystal is in her first period class because she’s nervous and wants her results first. Sungmin... I haven’t seen him today at all.’‘

He just so happened to not return your text either this morning. Hmm. 

Ayami smoothes out her skirt and bites her lip, ‘’ You know.. Sungmin has been having a rough time lately. He’s sometimes never here for a while and then pops back up again. Sometimes I see...’’ She trails off, swallowing her spit with the look of sadness written all over her face.

You noticed it too. You didn’t say anything because it’s not your place. You want to help him, but you guys are freshly friends and that would be overstepping your boundaries right?

The bell rings right before you are to say something back to Ayami. She quickly says goodbye and rushes towards the other direction. Everyone is acting off today. Is it something that happend that you don’t know about? Weird. Whats going on?

3 class period’s in and you decide to skip lunch. Only because Jungkook has your lunch period. It’s still too embarassing. The thought of that night and morning will haunt you forever. Throwing up.. on Jungkook. The school basically worships him and the last thing you need is him bringing it up infront of people. You know for a fact being a decent human being doesn’t run in that cold blooded body of his. The way he walks. The way his jawline clenches in anger or to assert dominance. The way those slick words come out of his mouth as smooth as honey but can bite like a venomous snake. Don’t forget that cute dimple smirk that sometimes-

Woah.

What?

No. No. Hell no. Your mind shouldn’t have switched like that. That’s gross. Jungkook is a delusional prince that needs some grounding. You shake your head a bit and scrunch up your face at those thoughts. Geez, what is getting into you lately. 

No new notifications on your phone from the groupchat. You tried texting Sungmin again when you were in your 3rd class period. He didn’t respond. What really is going on? Usually Sungmin is quick to respond to you. Hell, you know that he texts you first usually everyday. 

The fresh, crisp winter air smells nostalgic to you. It smells like home to you. Back home. Vancouver. Nothing tops the smell of the winter over there. The amount of snow that you could just play in for days and days and still not get enough of it. Your mom’s home-made waffles for breakfast. She only serves those during the winter season. The rest is either cereal or a granola bar. You loved racing down the white, wooden stairs to the kitchen where your mother was waiting for you. A plate made for you sitting on the island counter made with all your favorites. Turkey bacon, waffles, and some fruit medely. 

Each time your mother made them, your father would watch the smile on your face as you stuffed your mouth full of the delectable food. He’d whisper to your mother a thank you and give her a kiss. Nothing made him more happy than seeing you happy. 

Tears fall down your eyes unknowingly. Dad. He’s been away for so long now. He keeps telling you he’s working hard for you and your mom. He keeps telling you that the new house is being built where he is and it’s big. Somewhere private. Somewhere where you guys can finally settle down and not keep moving. Where your mother no longer has to work, he tells you. Somewhere where you and her can do anything you want without stressing. 

By now your feet are tired of walking and each time you blink its blurry. The scenary of the school’s little garden trail doesn’t appeal to you anymore. Mascara runs down your face. It hurts. It hurts a lot. He’s been gone for majority of your teenage life. You even turned 18 without him. The pain in your chest feels like someone is stabbing you over and over in your heart. Your heartstrings feel like they can give out any second. At this point you didn’t care who sees you sobbing loudly. All you want is your father to be here. 

‘‘ Yn?’‘ 

You ignore it. The sobbing becomes louder and your keep trying to wipe your swollen eyes to rid the tears. It doesn’t stop. 

The person sighs, slowly inching closer. You know that scent all too well. It’s him. What is he even doing here anyways? Doesn’t he have pottery or something to do? ‘’ Come on Yn. You’re embarassing yourself and everyone is looking. Please pull yourself together for fucks sake. The trail is a quiet place to relax.’’

His voice raising is what makes you jump. Your crying pauses and your feet shifts over to face him. He has the weirdest look of uncomfortable on his face ever. He rubs the back of his neck and holds out a hankerchief to you awkwardly. 

Your eyes slowly looking down at it as you sniffle, and then looks right back up at him. ‘’ Fuck you Jungkook. ‘’ How insensative can his words be? Seeing you have a moment and he says such words to you? Embarassment? It’s already embarassing enough to be seen with him. But to add on to the embarassment of that night, now this interaction can go on the list of dreadful things about Jungkook. 

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you as his jaw clenches. He’s angry. But not as angry. Pissed. ‘’ I was trying to help you. Everyone is looking. You fucking interrupted my peace and quiet-’’ He begins, walking towards you with rage. Oh boy.

‘‘ You stand here on the path and cry your eyes out loud as fuck in a quiet place and everyone is got damn whispering about you. And you decide to muster up the fucking courage to try and be all big and bad.. when I offer you a fucking hankerchief as well? ‘‘ He says the last few words through gritted teeth.

Your eyes are wide as he towers over you. The scent. It’s that same scent you smelled that night at the club. Such a alluring scent. Musky, but sweet. A pleasent mixture to your nose. Snapping back to reality, you stand up straight, sniffiling in the process.

‘‘ Why are you helping anyways Jungkook. I thought we both made it clear that we dont get along nor like each other. You’re fucking rude and stuck up Jungkook. Did you know that?’‘ Your hands place themselves on your hips automatically. This boy has got some nerve. 

Jungkook sighs outloud angrily, ‘’ You’re right. We don’t get along Yn. Here i thought you were crying because of what happend that night at the club. Remember ? Drugged. You were drugged. I felt bad that I treated you such a way when you were under that influence and not up to your normal self.’’

He backs away from you, putting his hankerchief back in his pocket, ‘’ I wanted to apologize to you because you had such an expierence at my father’s club. But clearly you’re fucking stuck up and ungrateful too Yn. Did YOU know that?’’ 

Oh he has some fucking nerve. Your nose flares and your hand forms fists. So not only the imbecile bastard insults you, but the club you went to just so happens to be his father’s? Oh round of applause. Round of applause to that. What more can go wrong. 

‘‘ Jeon Jungkook.. sincerely fuck you. I hate you. I hate your existence. I hate that you attend this school. I hate that ugly fucking nickname you gave me. I hate that you think you hold yourself up to be better than everyone. I hate the way you speak. I hate everything about you.’‘ You scream at the top of your lungs. Everything you had been holding in about him simply just came out nonstop. It felt good to get that off your chest. 

Students are staring even more now. Some even recording the two of you on their phones. Wouldn’t be suprised if tomorrow it will be uploaded somewhere.

Jungkook scoffs at you, that oh so familiar smirk on his face. A cold breeze blows through you again. Its wet? You look up at the sky and realize it’s snow. Its the first snow of Seoul. Great. This is how you spend it? Just great. 

‘‘ I hate everything about you too Yn. Every. Got. Damn. Little. Thing.’‘ He says, putting the hood up on his royal blue coat and turning away from you heading back to the school. 

And just like that you’re back to normal. Back to hating Jungkook. Back to hating this school. Back to wishing to never agree to attend this performing arts school.

You let out one last scream into the cold, winter’s air. Some laugh at you. Some think you’re crazy. But you, you feel just a-okay now. 

As if things couldn’t get even worse. Why does the school end at such an ungodly hour? Back in the states, school had ended at 2:15 pm. Here in Seoul, School ends at god-damn 4:45 pm. It doesn’t help that you have to stay after school with Ayami until the talent show is over. She wants to have the same make-up look you have, because according to her ‘’ The way you do your make-up is pretty..’’

Ontop of that, you had just been snacking all day, so you’re a bit hungry for a meal. 

‘‘ Ayami, can we atleast order some food?’‘ You two are sitting inside the art room with Minlee. Both of your legs swing back and forth ontop of the desk as you watch her from outside the extra room. It’s dark and red, barely see anything in there. Her long, dyed dirty blonde hair,sways back and forth as she dips the photos in the developer mixture. You watch how steady and focused she is.

Her frail arms move steady, while she bites her lip in concentration. That only makes her two big dimples pop out on each side of her cheek. She has the prettiest smile with those craters. It makes her look young, but adorable. 

Ayami scolds, “ Yn can you please eat lunch with us next time then? We didn’t even know you weren’t going to come and you didn’t let us know you were crying. I mean we’re best fri-’’

‘‘ Just order Pizza..’‘ You didn’t want to hear it. When you told them why you were absent, minus the Jungkook part, they all immediately wanted to baby you with sympathy. Something you were just too angry for, granted because of Jungkook, at the moment.

Ayami sighs, pulling her phone out. You then remember that you still haven’t heard from Sungmin. He should be okay right? I mean, Crystal wasn’t worried about him, so maybe you shouldn’t? Then again, what kind of friend would you be to not think something is up?

‘‘ Can I break the ice guys?’‘ You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Sungmin would be the first to worry about you, so you should to him. ‘‘ Really.. why isn’t Sungmin here today?’’

Minlee pauses in the middle of her dipping process. The picture fully submersed into the liquid, hands steady like a rock. Fuck. Perhaps you did overstep your boundaries on this one. Ayami slowly looks at Minlee, who clears her throat and resumes the process again.

‘‘ I don’t think-’‘

‘‘ She’s our friend. She is going to find out eventually.’‘ Minlee’s voice is abrupt. It causes you to jump, but Ayami seem to didn’t mind it. ‘‘ I mean.. we don’t even know for sure-’‘

‘‘ He probably ran away. He does that. Whenever things get hard he leaves for about a week or two, then suddenly comes back.’‘ Minlee is visually upset. You notice how she grips the pictures in her hand. ‘’ That’s just what he does.’’

So what about Crystal? ‘’ Crystal isn’t even.. worried? Why? If my brother goes off for some weeks.. I’d be highly concerned.’’ It’s true. It’s bizzare she’s worrying more about her damn test than her own brother.

Ayami chimes in, jumping off the desk and smoothing out her skirt in the process. She walks towards the whiteboard and begins doodling, ‘’ Those two are like glue. Trust me, she always know where he is. If she was worried we would see it all over her.’’

Always huh. Still questionable considering that she allows him to do it and so does their parents.

‘‘ Can we please switch the subject.’‘ Minlee says. You feel bad for even bringing it up now. It really wasn’t your place. Your eyes drop down to the ground when you jump off the desk. ‘’ Sorry for talking about it.’’

‘‘ Whatever.’‘

The tension is thick in the air. You can cut it thick like a nice slice of cake. You hate it. The silence makes you just want to scream. You can’t help but to think its your fault. Then again, you’re just a worried friend is all. Right?

That familiar vibration in your hand lets you know that a text message has been sent to you. Unlocking your phone, a wave of relief comes through your phone. It’s him. Sungmin. Looking back up at the girls, they’re doing their own thing once more. You take this chance to leave the room for a second to get away from the awkwardness, but to also facetime him.

‘‘ I’m going to the bathroom.’‘ It’s your stupid little excuse to leave, and they bought it. 

Immediately you start a fast paced walk out the room. Your fingers shake and feel numb as you start replying back to him. Sent. Waiting for those three dots to appear feels like hell to you. Why does everything seem to go so slow in situations like this?

By the time you know it, you’re at the main entrance of the school, passing by groups of kids rehearsing for the talent show. Just a straight walk through, and then a left turn and you will be somewhere quiet enough to call. It’s too busy in the entrance. 

The three dots typing disappear. Gosh it feels like pulling teeth that won’t come out. Your destination comes to a stop, and It isn’t until you realize you’d made it to a quiet, private roomto recognize what room it is. The pottery room. You hope he’s not here. Not again. In no way shape or form would you like to see that dumb man again today. So please, please do not be anywhere in sight. You think to yourself.

The room is actually neat this time. The lights are off, and it’s slightly warmer than usual in here. You take it upon yourself to plop yourself up back on the desk. The cool surface almost like ice against your thighs. It makes you shiver a-bit. Your phone lights up again. Not him. Just Ayami saying the pizza arrived. You disregard that message and click back on Sungmin’s. Something in you just urges you to push the facetime button, so you did. 

‘‘ Please answer. Please please please..’

It feels like forever.

‘‘ Hello?’‘ That familiar voice makes you tense up and ears perk. A smile comes across your face and the butterflies fade away. ‘‘ Stupid! Where were you today?’‘ You semi-yell. 

Sungmin’s background luckily is his room. So that atleast let’s you know that he may have just been home today? ‘’ I.. am... doing something.’’ He trails off at the start, contemplating what he has to say.

That was off. Something tells you thats not right. ‘’ Well.. is it something we all should worry about?’’

‘‘ No.’‘ 

... hmm. ‘’ Oh.’’ You decide to keep it at that. You already had repercussions from snooping around before. It looks like he’s safe. So maybe he truly is safe.

‘‘ You going to the talent show tonight?’‘ 

‘‘ I have to. Crystal is performing.’‘ The look on his face seems annoyed he has to go. You nod your head, ‘‘ Be nice. She’s singing and dancing. I can’t wait to see her.’‘ 

Sungmin shakes his head and playfully rolls his eyes at you. You widen your eyes in amusement. You’ve never seen him do that so it makes you laugh as well. ‘’ She’s good. But she’s obsessed with becoming an idol.’’

‘‘ I will support her journey. I have to go though, Ayami is waiting for me. Should we all meet somewhere before the show starts?’‘ You ask, hoping he would say yes.

Sungmin nods his head, those lips curling into a small smile. ‘’ Yeah. Let’s meet outside first. See you then Yn.’’  

The phone hang’s up. You sigh in relief knowing he’s alright. Nothing more to worry about. He’s fine. Jumping off the desk, you start your journey back to the art room.  He’s fine.

From the moment you set foot out of your mother’s car, you realize that there is more people than you’ve ever seen outside. Expensive cars are lined up a few blocks over that overflows right outside the round-a-bout infront of the school. Never have you ever seen before this many people gathered.. anywhere if we’re going to be honest. Families outside taking pictures with students, who you assume are apart of the show, are dressed up nicely. Most parents and students wearing designer, latest or not, they still look like a bag of money.

Even the air smells expensive.

‘‘ You sure you don’t want me to come? I’d love to meet your new fr-’‘

Your head snaps in her direction, daring her to finish that sentence. The last thing you need is for your mom to try and parent your friends. ‘’No mom. I’m okay.’’

It doesn’t disappoint her. Good. ‘’ Well.. text me when you need to be picked u-’’

‘‘ I’m walking home. Love you! Bye!’‘ Before she can say anything else, you quickly walk away. It’s very cold outside tonight. You curse yourself for wearing thigh high boots, with no stockings or anything to keep your thighs warm.

You’re dressed in a black and white, checkered, fitted dress with a small white, ribbed, long sleeve shirt underneath. The makeup you did looks decent. A quick foundation base, concealer, and your eyebrows filled in neatly. You also had decided some highlight on your cheekbones, nose, and inside the crevice of your eyes should look good. It does. It ties your face in all together. Not too much, not too little.

Walking past all these people only makes you wish harder to find where everyone is. It’s not like you to be in large crowds. It sets off your fight or flight senses and thats not a pretty thing to see. Surely by now you would know your way somewhat around the outside and inside of the school. Im sure all the students have judged you by now. You notice, as you walk, some students point and stare. Some even looking at their phones and then back at you.

It’s nothing new. Until with each step you take, the whispering and staring becomes more apparant to you. You decide to keep walking and not to pay attention. It could be anything like a rumor. Maybe someone started a small rumor. Yeah. Sounds logical. It’s not like you did anything wrong recently. 

‘‘ She’s crazy.’‘

That one caught your attention. You furrow your eyebrows and turn towards the left of where the voice was heard. The group of kids chuckle at you before walking past you into the building. The blood inside your skin begins to boil with rage. What the fuck did you do this time? Huh? 

‘‘ The girl from the video. Look.’‘ 

Again, you keep walking and ignoring the banter that has now suceeded in becoming the topic of everyone around you. A video. What video. Being late to the talent show suddenly doesn’t bother you anymore. Not with the fact that a god damn video of god knows what you’re doing, has gone around. The thought riles you up. You frown, shaking your head. 

You spot them. They’re all standing right infront of the building, to the far left. Ayami, Crystal, Minlee, and Sungmin. All huddled together while Minlee snaps selfies of all of them together. The group looks amazing. Minlee curled her hair, Ayami tied her hair into a pretty ponytail, and Crystal has beautiful make-up on.  It seems as if it sparkles a bit, which matches her grey contacts shes wearing. Stunning. 

‘‘ Oh you look so cute!’’ Minlee says, lowering the phone in her hand that was once up in the air. You thank her as you dish out more compliments to each one of them. Sungmin though, he looks like a model. He can sure clean up. 

You like the choice of style he went with tonight. Black skinny jeans with a creme colored turtle neck, followed by a layered black coat. You’re sure its all some type of designer. All of the group’s styles suit them well. If looks could kill, they would’ve been killed everyone by now.

Sungmin reaches into his bag, ‘’ Yn, I bought you this as a sorry for worrying you.’’ In his hands holds a small bracelet. It has charms on it. Microphone, stethescope, art easle, viola, and Piano. It doesn’t dawn on you right then that it’s all charms of the arts that the group majors in. 

The rest of them all hold their arms up with a smile, revealing the same bracelets that you’ve now just gained. ‘’ Welcome to the friend group!’’ Crystal squeels. 

‘‘ Wow.. wow this is all a lot. Thank you?’‘ You say, unsure whether to be happy or shocked about a gift this expensive. Well, it looks expensive. 

Sungmin takes your hand, it surpises you a bit to where you’re tense. He rubs the your wrist with his thumb finger to calm you down. You notice his scent. It smells so good. Rich and earthy. His light brown hair blows in the wind, and you get another scent of what smells like oranges. A small smile comes upon your face. Thats just like Sungmin to have orange hair wash. 

He finishes clasping the bracelet on, ‘’ There! Now we all have bracelets. Lets keep this friendship going forever.’’ 

‘‘ Group selfie!’‘ Minlee raises her phone again. You all huddle up to take the photo. Finally, finally you feel accepted and included into a group of friends. Ones that you know won’t turn their backs on you. One that wont just use you either. It feels good to know that. They’re all honest, something you love.

A group of boys walk by again, laughing and whispering and pointing towards you. ‘’ Can’t believe they’re actually friends with a psycho like her.’’

Thats it. You break away from the group, Sungmin tries to call you back, but you keep walking towards the petty boys. ‘’ Hey! What did you say? Why don’t you say it to my face then huh? 

It’s not like you to pick a fight. Staying to yourself is a thing you always do.its better to just stick to yourself rather than to cause trouble. But clearly, a lot of people have something to say about you and that riles you up to your breaking point. 

‘‘ Look at her. Crazy bitch.’‘ One of the boys says to the others, shocked that you actually have the balls to do such a thing. ‘‘ I’ll show you fucking crazy.’‘ You say in return. 

Just before you can wind your fist up to hit the boy, someone grabs your hand from behind and lowers it down. As if you aren’t already mad enough for being the laughing stock of the damn school, things just couldn’t get any more worse right? Turning around, you face the person who stopped your process. 

‘‘ Yn, it’s not worth it.’‘ She says, shaking her head at you. ‘‘ They’re fucking calling me crazy and-’‘

‘‘ You are. Just like in the video of you yelling and crying at Jungkook.’‘ One of the other boys says, mocking your whimpers and cries at the end then laughing. It causes their friends to laugh at you as well.

Your heart drops. Someone recorded that? At your lowest? Crying because you missed your father so much that you couldn’t even help it. Jungkook just made it worse with his prescence there. Your body feels weak and that familiar lump is now in your throat again. It hurts. It hurts to swallow. It hurts in your heart. It hurts everywhere. 

‘‘ Hey! Enough! I don’t think you know how it feels for someone to not have their dad around. Yn’s dad is working away from home just for her and her mother! It’s fine to feel sad and cry about it. I know you would too. So have some respect.’‘ Crystal yells at them, pulling you into her arms.

She’s warm. Very warm. Her heartbeat races against your cheek where you find yourself resting your head against your chest, trying not to cry from being embarassed. It got passed around. The whole school now has a video of you screaming at Jungkook’s ignorance, but crying for your father. 

‘‘ Working? Pssh probably never coming back.’‘ They all laugh again. That one hurt too. 

A strong voice firmly yells from your right side, “ Wanna say that again? I dare you. I suggest you leave her alone and get out of here before I make it worth your time.” You’re on the verge of tears at this point, but you don’t look at who it is.

So much going on. So many people.  

‘‘ Sungmi-’‘

Oh.

‘‘ Leave. Now.’‘ He yells again.

You feel yourself about to burst into tears, so you break away from Crystal and leave. You let your feet guide you wherever, just running away from it all. The voices of your name is being called doesn’t phase you. You just want to get away. Away from everyone and away from it all. Hot tears roll down your face, ruining your mascara that you did work hard on. Sat in the mirror for 10 minutes trying to achieve the perfect look, only for it to be ruined just like that.

The school hallways are empty, so you slow yourself down passing through one of the corridors. Soon you’re just walking to find the nearest bathroom to clean yourself up. Pulling out your makeup bag from your purse, you sigh at the person staring right back at you in the mirror. 

‘‘ Why? Why me?’‘

A couple tissues and make-up wipes, and another round of make-up you finally look decent again. Putting your make-up back, you then zip up your purse again and make your way out the bathroom.

Only to bump into someone on the way out. You’re careful not to leave a trace of make-up luckily. “Sorry.’’ 

‘‘ Well.. well..lost puppy.’‘

Fucking hell.

‘‘ No. No. No. I don’t want anything to do with you. So please just leave me alone. Act like we never met each other. Please.’‘ You say, furrowing your eyerbows at him, already mad at his presence again.

Jungkook chuckles, ‘’ How? You literally are always where I am. I suggest YOU stop following me around.’’ Oh he had the fucking audacity again. 

“Me? Okay fine Jungkook. I’ll try my best to stay as far as way as possible.’’ You give in to him, hoping he’d finally just buy it and forget about you.

‘‘ You know..’‘ His tattoo’d covered hand reaches past your ear, ‘‘ It’s kind of funny and adorable when I find you in the most hopeless moments.’‘ His voice whispers moving a piece of hair that stuck in your earring. 

‘‘ We run into each other way to often. It’s getting too cliche now. You don’t like me and I don’t like you. ‘‘ Something about him looking down a bit on you right now makes you nervous as ever. 

Jungkook removes his hand and backs up away from you and puts his hands right in his pants pocket. ‘’ You’re right. But you amuse me in many ways you don’t know.. Lost Puppy.’’

You roll your eyes at him due to the overused nickname, ‘’ I don’t care.’’ 

You do though. Because what can be so amusing about you to Jungkook? 

‘‘ You’re quite interesting. Fiesty and not afraid to speak up. That’s the only thing I like about you. The rest of these people around here are suck-ups.’‘ His eyes make contact with yours, a deadly smirk resting on his face. 

It makes you even more nervous. You start fidgeting with the charm bracelet on your arm. Why is he like this? ‘’ I don’t like anything about you. You cause trouble. Thanks to you, I’m the laughing stock of the school now.’’

He chuckles a bit more at your sudden bitterness, ‘’ I saw that. The video. Don’t worry I don’t like it either so it’ll somehow be removed by tonight. I’ll just ask around or something.’’

It’s quiet between you two. There’s nothing else more to say. It just feels awkward all around. You want nothing more than to leave right now.

‘‘ So you were crying about your dad. Is he away or something...’‘ Jungkook says, removing his hands from his pockets to lean against the wall casually. 

Why does he even have to know about it? ‘’ Yeah. Something like that.’’

‘‘ Oh... like Japan or something... back in the states or...’‘

You narrow your eyes at him, placing your hands on his hips. What is he doing all this prying for? What does any of your problems have to do with him. Gosh he’s one of the most nosiest, yet timid people. ‘’ Does it matter?’’

‘‘ I was just as-’’

‘‘ And now im leaving.’‘ You say, walking away from him, leaving him all alone in the dim hallways. The talent show probably has started by now, and you can’t miss your friends’ performances whatsoever. 

The auditorium is quiet, but Sungmin was waiting for you outside of it. He didn’t ask questions, just took you by the arm and guided you down the aisles to your seats. You notice the flowers sitting in his chair, which he removes and holds while sitting down. Assuming it’s for Crystal, you sit next to him and don’t say a word, waiting for the next act to come out. 

Time seems to fly by. Before you know it’s its over and everyone is clapping all around after the winner is announced. It was some student who performed on the Piano. They were alright, but everyone else was better. Ayami had performed a beautfiul poetic piece about mental illness awareness. Crystal performed Maria by Hwasa. She did very good with her back-up dancers too. 

During that two hours though, you couldn’t distract your mind from all of today’s events. Just a bad day in general. Hopefully the next wont do any more damage.

‘‘ Ayami said to meet her backstage. Im gonna go give these to Crystal and then we’re going to go home...’‘ Sungmin says, getting up from his seat with the flowers in his hand. ‘‘ Yeah, I’m gonna go home too. Today has been a lot.’‘

As if on cue, he senses your tiredness, ‘‘ I can tell Ayami that you just wanted to go straight home. I know it’s been a bit much. I can drive you?’‘

‘‘ I’ll walk. I need a breather.. and I might call my dad on the way.’‘ Yeah. The sound of that sounds nice. Perhaps it’ll helpy you deal with everything. Hearing his voice just might help.

‘‘ Please stay safe. Turn your location on for me.’‘ Sungmin reaches in, bringing you in for a small hug. You thank him and agree to do that.

It takes you no time to get away from everyone and everybody. The nearest subway station is about 8 minutes from your school by walking. Not so bad. The winter’s cold air is refreshing against your skin. Something about winter in Seoul just makes you love it here for once. Although it’s dark, you couldn’t care any less. Your phone dings, its the groupchat wishing everyone to come home safely.

You type your fathers number in your phone, it’s been a while. A good 2 months because thats when you had told him you were supposed to be transferring sometime in the winter. The dial tone begins, and you place your airpods into your ear.

‘‘ Hey love. How’s it going?’‘

Hearing that loving voice makes you instantly want to breakdown about how your day was. But you cant. Not in the middle of a neighborhood. That voice you oh so love and wish was here.

‘‘ I had a bad day. I miss you..’‘ You feel tiny talking to him. Almost like you’re a kid again. Those days when you’d come home as a child and he’d ask you if you had a sunny day or a rainy day. You miss it. Miss it all too much.

The line pauses on the other end. He’s probably going to another room to talk about it. ‘’ What happened? Where are you and your mom?’’

‘‘ My school had a talent show and I’m coming home from watching it. Mom is at home. Today was the worst. I hate the school’s students so much.’‘

It’s as if you can almost hear him smiling through the screen. You miss that about him too. His smile that can make anyone give in. ‘’ Is it boy drama? You like someone now don’t you?

The thought of liking Jungkook? Gross. ‘’ Oh my god no. The students here are real assholes. Ontop of that this boy, Jungkook has been really up my ass late-’’

Your dad cuts you off mid sentence, ‘‘ Im sorry..who?’‘ 

‘‘ Jungkook..?’‘ You say, confused.

‘‘ Jeon... Jungkook?’‘

This is weird. ‘’ Yes. How did you know?’’

He pauses again and you hear a sigh over the phone. The subway station is approaching. You can see it in your view of walking. ‘’ Please just trust me okay? Don’t say anything to Jungkook. Don’t even interact with him. Stay away from him.’’

A noise comes from behind you. It sounds like a twig or branch breaking. You turn your head back, but nobody is there. Just a thick, misty fog to hardly make out anything in it. Must be a stray dog. Those are always all over in this city. Clutching your purse tighter, you speed up a little bit.

‘‘ What do you mean? How do you know him?’‘

‘‘ Trust me. Him and his father are no good for you. They’re just controlling and mean and nasty.’‘ 

Another twig.. followed by footsteps. You don’t dare turn around. Turn around and you might die. So you start a fast paced jog towards the subway station. Only a couple of minutes to go, you can make it to safety. Surely people have to be inside the station. The heartbeat in your chest is throbbing from fear. 

‘‘ Well I figured since he’s a stuck-up person.’‘ You say, pacing your breathing so he doesn’t suspect a thing. You don’t need to worry him. ‘‘ When you coming to visit?’‘

‘‘ Soon. Maybe Christmas or New Years.’‘

The footsteps behind you match your jogging pace, getting closer and closer to you. If you could, you’d be spriting by now, but your father would know you’re in danger, and you really don’t want him to freak and call your mother who’d have a swat team, an airplane, and the whole damn city searching for your location.

‘‘ Alright. I’ll have gifts.’‘

He laughs, ‘’ So will I. Are you in the subway station yet?’’

‘‘ Yes.’‘ You lie. You’re not there yet at all. 

‘‘ I’ll hang up then. I love you. Tell your mom I love her too.’‘

‘‘ Alright. Love you so much dad.’‘

As soon as you hang up, you make a dash for it. The person behind you keeps up their pace, not letting up a bit. Fear runs through your veins along with adrenaline to keep you running faster and faster but thats no match for the person. You slightly twist your body to try and get a glimpse of the person, but before you can get a good look, your body lifts off the ground and into the air.

It all feels like slow motion. First your on the ground running but now mid-air with some person tackling themselves on you. They hit the ground first, but with a death grip hanging onto you. The way you fall has your knees scratched and bleeding but you don’t notice. Your only option is to fight back, so thats what you do.

You punch, kick, and scratch but they don’t let up. Instead, they flip the two of you over to where you’re on the bottom and their ontop. He hid himself well. He has a black hoodie hiding his hair, and black mask. A mole under his left eye and a scar on the side of his neck. A good description to give to the police.

‘‘ What do you want. Who the fuck are you.’‘ You scream, kicking your feet again to somehow get away. It doesn’t work.

‘‘ You’re wanted. They want you. This is a warning that you are in danger if he doesn’t finish and report.’‘ The voice is deep. Unormally deep. Almost as if something is being used to hide his regular voice. 

Finish and report? ‘’ Leave me alone. I don’t know you or who you’re talking about let me go you lunatic!’’ You scream, slapping his face repeatedly. He takes your arm and smacks it away from him, ‘’ You’ve been warned.’’

As if today couldn’t get any worse, the night time has fallen and you’ve got assaulted. As if the day couldn’t get any worse, the guy has left with zero trace of him behind. 

You pick yourself up and limp the rest of the way to the subway station. The scratched knees of yours bleed and sting, but you didn’t care. Home. You just want to go home. Go home and never come back out again.

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Untitled TFATWS Fic: Part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt/Background: After turning yourself in to the government following the events of CA:TWS, they lock you up for the crimes you committed during your time at Hydra. Spending years there until Captain America got you on parole during the blip to help fight Thanos. Now, after doing community service acts and helping the broken society, when they give the new Captain America the shield, you’re thrown back into a life you didn’t want.

Word Count: 1719

Reader: Female

Warning: parole officers? canon level violence, john walker

Author’s Note: uh, hi. i'm shit at fighting scenes so... Also, slow burn, I'm sorry. I'm a whore for slow burn fics. GIVE ME IDEAS FOR A TITLE PLEASE

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“So, how’d you end up here?” Walker screams over the loud roaring of the helicopter, trying to make conversation as the pilots drive you where you were going. You roll your eyes at him, did he really not do any research before recruiting you on this mission?

“You’re the one who cut my parole.” You scoff, not looking up to speak to him. You were too busy fiddling with the tactical gloves they gave you. The velcro sticking to the material of the ridiculous suit frustrated you, it was too tight. It matched Battlestar’s, red and blue but yours didn’t have a star on the side and his wasn’t as fitted. “Why did you, exactly? I haven��t been on a real mission since my Hydra days and you bring me into what? Taking down a terrorist organization that we have little to no information on?”

The Captain shakes his head, a small smile slipping onto his face. “You’re a good asset, a great addition to the team I’m building.” He simply answers before looking out of the open door of the copter.

You roll your eyes once again, if he thinks you’ll be a part of his team then he’s really in for it. This was just one favor you were going to do for him before you would be released out into the public again. You owed him this but you weren’t about to become a team with this imposter.

Deciding it would be better to not respond, you just vaguely nod your head. You weren’t about to tell him off in fear that he’d just snap his fingers and have you back into jail for not complying with him.

“They’re right there.” He suddenly gets up and holds onto the tether above for stability. The helicopter carefully lowers as he exits, throwing his shield before hopping down onto the truck.

Standing up, you lean over to get a better look to see who else was fighting. Anger bubbles up as you see Sam being pinned down and Bucky being restrained by masked figures. “You guys didn’t tell me those two were going to be here!” You turn to shout at Battlestar.

The dark-skinned man just shrugs, a sly grin on his face, “You wouldn’t have come.” He merely offers before jumping out and swinging in to help his friend. Letting out a frustrated groan, you follow him.

Using the rope to drop down, you land on the other semi where Sam is. Two of the masked people have him pinned down. They were too distracted with the two landing and throwing the shield around to notice you sneaking up behind one of them.

You swiftly kick right under the back of their knee causing them to fold back slightly. You take the advantage and spin, the roundhouse kick sending them off the side of the trailer. Sam looks up at you from below, a pained expression on his face.

“Oh no, not you too.” He sighs out in which you return with a sad smile. He lets out a groan before turning to deal with the other enemy holding his right arm down. You help him stand up just as Battlestar lands right beside Walker.

“Sam. John Walker, Captain America.” Walker decides this was a good time for introductions and sends the Avenger a salute.

“Lamar Hoskins.” His sidekick steps in after they do their little forearm bang. The two look at you, waiting for you to introduce yourself but you just glare at them.

“And that’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He points to you.

“Yea, we know.” Bucky spits out, side-eyeing you. You don’t even need to look at him to know he was pissed off. The guilt starts to wash over you but you push it down. It wasn’t the time now to talk to him, you needed to focus on taking down these abnormally strong people.

“Looks like you guys can use some help.” The Captain continues before turning and hitting the redhead with his shield. The rest of the Flag Smashers pounce as well. The four that were on your side try to come at you causing Sam to try to fly away. Noticing that they were all targeting Sam, you unhook the bolas from the side of your suits.

Using the rope to swing the balls at the end around, you throw it to wrap around one of the guy’s bodies. It tightens around him and you give it a hard tug, sending him to the floor. They still manage to pull him back down and attack him.

The guy you were fighting grabs the rope and pulls you towards him, you let out a surprised squeal at his strength. You release your grip on the rope before he could tug you down to his level but the person you thought you knocked off wraps his arms around your shoulders.

You struggle against the man, his fingers digging into your shoulders would definitely leave bruises but you didn’t care. It’s been a long time since you’ve been out in the field like this and you were trying to think back to your Hydra training to figure out an escape.

The man you pulled down finally gets up and drags his feet over to you. Behind him you see Bucky jump over and help Sam with the two other Flag Smashers. The man gets close enough and you use the leverage the other has on your upper half to lift your legs and swing them around his neck and jerk your body to the side.

The movement causes the guy to release his hold on you, letting you and his partner fall off the side. You luckily catch the side of the metal, watching the guy roll onto the grass on the side of the road. You turn back to see the other guy hovering above, his foot coming up to step onto your fingers that were gripping on for dear life.

Just as he was about the step on them, you see Sam’s wings hit him off. Letting out a sigh of relief, you pull yourself back onto the roof of the trailer. Sam was still fighting off two of the Flag Smashers but Bucky was nowhere in sight.

Then you hear grunting from below so you peak your head over to see Bucky hanging on by the bottom of the truck with a guy trying to stomp his arm off. Sam seemed to be handling the one person on him so you decide to help the super-soldier first.

“Bucky! Hang on!” You call out to him, looking around to figure out a way to get him safely off the bar.

“That’s what I’m doing!” He yells back while tightening his grip inside of the torn metal.

You watch the new Captain America and Battlestar struggle slightly to keep the soldiers off of them but you weren’t too concern about them, Bucky was your main priority now. Taking out your knives, you throw one at the woman attacking Sam. It slightly stuns her before she rips it out and throws it aside. “Sam! Go get Bucky, I got this.” You demand and he just nods.

The woman turns to you as Sam flies off right before the woman plows through the road sign. She lets out a roar before charging at you. She swings her arm to hit you in the face but you dodge it. It didn’t take a scientist to realize that these people were super-soldiers so you knew that the last thing you wanted to do was take a blow from them.

The years of training with the former Winter Soldier have taught you well for this standoff. She tries to recover from the miss but you elbow her in the ribs making her go off balance for a few seconds. Taking the opportunity, you kick her chest to send her lying on her back.

You walk over the woman, scowling down at her before leaning down and sending a hard punch to her head, knocking her out. You peak over at the other two just as the gunshot goes off. The person behind Battlestar retracts but doesn’t loosen his grip on him. The other takes advantage of Walker being distracted and throws him off the back of the trailer.

The man jumps over to you and tries to wind up a punch but you barely dodge it, tripping over the woman you just knocked out. “Fuck,” You whisper out, eyes flicking from the man in front of you over to Battlestar getting tossed off like a ragdoll. The rest of the group turns to you, seeing you as the last person standing.

They get distracted as the Captain appears again, a sense of hope washes over you but he just gets shit on. They were easily attracted to him since he was the star of the show so they let the one guy handle you. You look straight past him as he takes his time to stalk over to you. These people were cocky and you couldn’t blame them. They just took out four well-known figures, well-known fighters, and were left with you.

It wasn’t an ideal situation and you needed to find a way out. You couldn’t even keep count of the super-soldiers since they kept popping up and you weren’t enhanced enough to take them all on nor were you about to get captured. Seeing the road sign approaching from behind the man sparks an idea in your head.

Making eye contact with the Flag Smasher, you throw your last tool past him. He watches it zoom past his head and looks at the sign approaching. He braces himself for the impact, busting through the metal before whipping back around to look at you. But you weren’t there.

You used your last bola to wrap around the metal bracing and use a steel grip to hold onto your end. Letting out a grunt at the rough pull as the rope drags you off the trailer to hang from the sign. You let out a sigh, watching until the soldiers and trucks are out of view before jumping down onto the ground.

This was a lot more complicated than Walker said it was going to be.

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Title: coward :: coming clean Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: You try to push him away from you but he isn’t taking any of it, the much long-awaited confrontation is there but you’re still finding a way out.

notes:

have yall seen the new season?? mY FUCKING HEART MAN NSNDNND it got me so stoked i literally wrote something about kita after that trailer skdjjdm kita is so underrated. I love him.

also, a huge thank you for the 200+ followers. Ma’am i literally only had this tumbler a month ago and im already celebrating a lot of milestones, hence i present you a more angsty chapter! I hope you’ll love it <3

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“You’re on gossip sites.” 

“Tsum-tsum, why are you so close to L/N-san? I thought you hated her.”

“Riku-chan’s calling me-”

“Everyone shut up.” The setter throws the ball on the ground, “It’s not what it fucking looked like.”

“Can we talk, ‘tsumu?” Osamu’s voice resonates the most and Miya Atsumu knows where this is going already by the sound of it.  He was surprised to see his brother come by today but when he sees why, he takes it back.

No wonder.

He follows him to the quieter side of the gym, he notices the tense air between them and he knows what's about to follow. He hopes that Osamu does this quickly, he has to practice well since he needs to impress those brats when the game comes up and try to let them have their eyes on him and not on Tobio and Shoyo.

“What the hell are you thinking?” His brother growls, “You have a fucking girlfriend. Y/N has kids and is very much in love with the dead guy who isn’t yo-”

“Why the fuck are you all getting up my ass when its about Y/N?” he suddenly cuts his brother off, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, “It's been that way since you met her eight years ago. Just tell me that you didn’t like her from the start. You didn’t like her because she was different.”

“I didn’t like her because she wasn’t good for you.” the grey-haired twin barked back in reply, “In case ya don’t remember, You were a fucking mess after she left, Atsumu. You were almost not able to make it into the jackals because of what she did!”

Osamu wasn’t calling him by his nickname anymore, it seemed that the weight of the situation was too serious for him.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I?”

“And you’re getting involved with her again. Can’t you give it a fucking rest already?” 

“No.”

“Miya Atsumu.” He glowered, grabbing his brother by the collar of his jersey, “Don’t throw a good woman and your career away for someone like her.”

“I’m not throwing shit, ‘samu.” He hissed, slapping his hand away but before he could walk out, the younger twin grabs him and yanks him back, swinging a fist right at his face. The team members of the black jackals are immediately thrown into panic and chaos with what’s happening. Hinata and Bokuto grabs onto Osamu restraining him from damaging the setter even more while Shion and Meian hold back the blonde setter from throwing a punch, “Stop acting like a fuckin’ brat, ‘tsumu.” The twin yelled while Atsumu flipped him off with a middle finger, clearly showing no signs of restraint. 

Sakusa remains far from them and snorts underneath his breath, completely indifferent,  “Fuckin’ idiots.”

The twins end up at the infirmary right after, Atsumu lets out a heavy sigh as he recalls the feeling of his brothers fist. They’ve never fought this bad since high school and Osamu was never one to be triggered easily.

This just showed how grave the situation was.

A curtain separates them both as they lay on their separate beds, “You’re stupid, ‘tsumu.” Osamu calls out his twin as he lays on the bed of the infirmary, a patch on his forehead and a bandaged hand. Atsumu, on the other hand, has a busted lip and swollen cheek.

“I’m not fucking five, ‘samu and whatever you saw in that picture wasn’t what it looked like.”

“But you still love her very much.” 

Silence ensued between the pair and Osamu breaks it off with a long sigh, “Ya gonna be some scrub that chases after her again or something? Break off with your girlfriend right now who looks and acts better than her-”

“Stop.” Atsumu cuts his brother off, sitting up to open the curtain to face him head on, “so, so what if I still like her? So what if I want to break off with Riku and be with her and try to take that bastards place?”

“Yer outta your mind.”

“It’s my fuckin’ life.”

“It is but I’m not watching you throw yourself away for that woman.” Osamu paused, “Just what the fuck do you see in her? She feels nothing for ya, even when you dated-”

“Now that’s a fucking lie.” Atsumu defended you, eyes glowering right at his twin, “You didn’t see how Y/N would take care of me whenever we were alone. You don’t see how selfless she was most of the time and how she doesn’t expect me to be some character that everyone expects, shit,  you don’t even see how she’d patiently sit down and just listen me babble off about how bad my day was when I didn’t even know she was from a fucking bad family with a bad life back then!”

Atsumu is panting from that long explanation and he’s shaking because why couldn’t they see it? Why couldn’t they see how much you tried back then? How relationships were so out of your comfort zone but you force yourself to try it because he asked you too. He feels sick, he feels sick that they couldn’t see. That they could only see the tip of the iceberg.

“Yet she doesn’t feel the same for you.” Osamu points out,  “Not anymore. So stop clinging onto her with those past memories of yours and move on, ‘tsumu. Fuckin’ suck it up, life isn’t fair.”

“Nope, don’t wanna.”

“ ‘tsumu-”

“I-I’m breaking up with Riku. I want Y/N back in my life, I want her. I-I’ve never wanted anything so badly since volleyball, ‘samu. If I have to wait again, shit, I-I don’t fucking mind.”

Osamu sees the glint of conviction in his eyes and lets out another hefty sigh, god, he feels like he’s aging faster because of his twin, “I know you won’t listen to me.” he settled, he knew that if Atsumu wanted something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it, “Just know that I fucking told you so.”

You’re wary.

After that little stint your mother had pulled, she kept calling you and bothering you. It also didn’t help that you ended up on tabloids because someone had caught wind of that little moment you and Atsumu had. If it weren’t for your kids' over-excitement on Atsumu’s promise, you wouldn’t be here, “...Y/N-san? Are you alright?” Sugawara asks, tilting his head in curiosity as you enter the arena.

Some people seemed to have recognized you and the kids that you had to hold onto them tightly in case anyone did try to approach you.

“I’m good.” 

“Kaasan, kaasan, I saw a super big picture of Hinata-san!” Youta called out, pointing at a rather big banner of the orange-haired blocker.

“I think I saw Kageyama-san buying milk, can I follow him, kaasan?” Yuuto adds, blinking innocently as he looked at one of the stalls.

Sugawara is absolutely in awe by your calmness in this situation, he knows that you’re probably feeling far from alright after all those gossip articles came out. Atsumu, of course, tries to lessen your burden by letting out a public statement that you were his good friend back in college but it didn’t really help since someone tweeted a picture of the both of you back in college with the caption that you were exes.

“Could you do me a favor, Sugawara-san?” you turn to the man, “Do you mind switching seats with me? Stay with the boys in front while I just stay at your seat?”

“Sure but wouldn’t Atsumu be-”

“Please.” You frowned, giving your ticket to him, “I’ll take the kids right after the match.”

The boys looked at you in complete wonderment when you didn’t follow them to the front row. You maintained a good distance as the game started, the players being introduced on the big screen. Your eyes narrow when Atsumu gets out of the dugout and gazes at your kids in confusion then around the crowd as if he was looking for someone.

“Don’t be silly.What feelings would there be but hatred?”

“It’s anything but that, L/N-san.” 

You felt your fists clench as soon as the game started, you wanted to direct your focus to the game but Inunaki’s words kept bothering you and pestering you throughout the whole thing. Why did Atsumu like doing this to himself? Was this some sort of premonition? Were you going to have to tell him?

What if it ended up like your parents?

Would your kids end up like you?

Cold, untrusting, and anxious?

Would you end up like your mother?

A borderline alcoholic, desperate for a man’s love?

Would Atsumu wake up and realize one day that this was all a mistake and call you one too? Blaming you for every single bad thing in his life?

You held your doll tightly on your hands as you held your breath behind the pillar, you had just come home from Daiki’s house as you heard the loud voices of your parents arguing again. For the past years, it seemed to have worsened and you spent more time around your friend’s house rather than this cold and big empty place you called home.

“...are you doing? It's the middle of the day! Stop drinking!” you hear your father bellow.

“What’s it to you? Shouldn’t you be around with that young woman? That whore you proudly call your business associate?” 

You flinch as you hear those harsh words and the sound of a bottle breaking, it seemed like the argument was particularly bad today. You shakily make your way up to your room, wanting to avoid this ordeal and skip dinner but fate wasn’t on your side today. 

Despite your light footsteps, they seem to have noticed your presence.

Your father’s eyes soften just a bit while your mother’s remain cold. As much as possible, you grew up wanting to avoid those scary and expressionless eyes. At the young age of five, you feared your mother and loathed your father at the same time but that didn’t stop the fleeting feeling of wanting them to change. Wanting to feel the warmth and youth that every child craved for.

You suck in a deep breath, “I-I’m home, okaasan, otosan.”

“You’re always out these days, Y/N.” her voice is cold, far from the warmth that a mother should have.

“I-I was out with Daiki.”

“With that boy again?” a frown immediately paints her features, a small tsk under her breath to signal how disappointed she was of you yet again, “Aren’t you supposed to be studying? You said you wanted to skip a grade this year.”

“I-I am.” you replied, “B-but Daiki-”

“All you need to do is study and get good grades, Y/N.” she cuts you off, walking close to you, the smell of alcohol growing stronger, “Is that something too hard to do? Are you being ungrateful now?”

You turn to your father for help but he remains unmoved, was he really going to watch your mother do this to you? You hold onto your doll tightly, trying to control yourself. You shouldn’t cry, especially not in front of them. 

“N-No, okaasan…”

“Then why are you crying, Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you feel the wet substance flowing down. No, no-

“Answer me.” she repeats, you feel the tears flowing down faster, “Why are you crying, Y/N? Are you feeling ungrateful? Is that how it is-”

“(M/N) That’s enough!” Your father finally says but your mother continues to ignore your father.

“Don’t you think we should tell her that she shouldn’t feel sad?” she expressed, telling your father as if you weren’t standing there, “After all, we didn’t have her aborted, she should be grateful we let her live well with three meals a day and expensive clothes and belongings. Even if she was a mistake.”

You're shaking so hard at the moment, you didn’t like where this was going at all. Your father can’t respond to your mother’s blank tone, did he agree too? Were you, were you really just a mistake? Countless questions flooded your head as she walked close to you, her cold presence looming over you even more so today. With the same blank and expressionless tone, she says, "if you probably hadn't been born, we would've been happier. We'd have better lives, Y/N. So don't go around and cry and think you got it bad, you hear me? Your sadness is nothing compared to ours. It's nothing, Y/N. So stop being ungrateful."

You watch as the game comes to an end. You had zone out for the most part, the fleeting memory of your past and your anxiety bubbling up couldn’t keep you still. You texted Sugawara that you’d meet him and the boys at the front.

You were about to leave your seat when you saw the blonde approach the kids after the game, ruffling their hairs and pinching their cheeks with a huge smile. Why couldn’t you be as open as Atsumu? Why couldn’t you express yourself well? 

You shut your eyes tight and turn to the exit, right, you were a coward. You didn’t face things like this head-on, you ran from them because in all your life, the only thing you knew was fear from people you expected love from.

“Y/N…” 

You turn to find Atsumu standing there, still in his jersey and a towel hung on his shoulder like he had just ran out to chase you. Where was Sugawara and the kids? Why weren’t they here yet? What is he even doing here? You grab his wrist and immediately pull him towards a private area.

“Are you out of your mind? What are you doing? You have a girlfrie-”

“We broke up.” he cuts you off.

“W-what?” 

“We broke up.” He repeats, “I couldn’t stay with her anymore, Y/N.”

You clenched your fists, what was he even thinking? Wouldn’t the rumors worsen if he broke up with her now?

“I-I can’t let you go again.” Atsumu confessed, throwing all his pride out the window again for you because damn it all, you are worth it,  “I can’t keep pretending that I’ve moved on when I’m clearly hung up on you.”

“What are you doing?” You spat, anger slowly creeping in, all the pent up emotion towards him being released, “Why would you do that?”

Atsumu notices the change of emotion, you’re getting angry. It’s a complete contrast to what he was expecting, he’d expect the calm and cool exterior, even expected you to cooly reject him like the past but this, this was new, “Why can’t I?”

“Are you out of your mind?” You exclaimed, “I left you! I have kids from another man-”

“So?” He asks, walking closer to you. The familiar smell of perfume and sweat invaded your senses, something you were accustomed to when you were dating him back then. He traps you between the wall and him. You can see the busted lip, what happened to him? Did he got into a fight? You feel like your mind was turning blank by the sudden events. You want to say something, anything but he’s rendering you speechless again, “What if I tell you I don’t care? What if I tell you that I still feel the same even after all this time?”

“Y-You're insane...I-I’m in love with someone else-” you tried to lie but you remember this is Miya Atsumu, he doesn’t give two shits and was willing to work as hard as he could to get what he wanted.

“Y/N, your kids told me that the bastard left. Why didn’t you tell me?” he cuts you off, this time, his voice seemed disappointed and angry yet you didn't know if it was towards you.

“W-what would you have done then?”

“If you’d come back to me then,” he paused, voice turning soft, “I would’ve helped you. I would’ve been there to stand in as a father if you even needed one.”

You’re trembling at his confession, were those words really from the heart? 

“Y/N, I don’t know what happened between you and that guy.” he laughs, he didn’t expect it to be like this, that even after six years he’d still be pinning over the same woman who repeatedly broke his heart, “I don’t know what happened between you and your fucked-up family. All I do know is that I’m still in love with you and I’m willing to wait here until you’re ready. I won’t ever leave, Y/N. I-I don’t think I ever will.”

“You’re crazy.” You shakily point out, you’re in a fit of rage. You’re angry at him, you’re angry that he still lowers himself to you when he could do so much better, you’re angry that he still feels the same after all the shit you put him through, most of all, you’re angry at yourself because you couldn’t own up and tell him about everything.

Atsumu slowly holds up his hands, wanting to cup your cheeks but it is immediately swatted away. He notices that you’re trembling now, your facade, slowly crumbling.

“What made you think that I’d come back to you?” Your voice was trying to maintain it’s cold and emptiness tone yet your eyes showed the complete opposite, “Please be selfish for once, Miya-san. Just because you give your all to me, does not mean I’ll return it. I hope I really don’t see you again.”

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[parkersbliss]

Chaos On Set | T. Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Female, Chaos Walking screen writer, reader

Warnings: no-no words, Tom being a bit of a pervert, but in a cute way? and fluff so fluffy you might get cavities.

wc; 2.5K

Synopsis: Tom really really likes you, but he doesn’t know if you feel the same. Especially when you can never get a moment together.

Request: Heeeeeey soo I don’t know if you take requests, but your writing is AMAZING and I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader where she wrote the screenplay for the movie he’s in (maybe Chaos Walking, if you know what that is, if you don’t, no sweat!😁😁) and he really likes her, and just make it fluffy and stuff? Idk, but thank you!!! Your writing is amazing, keep it up!! 😁👌🏽❤️

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Tom was smitten for you. It was quite obvious to everyone on set, except, well, you. It wasn't that you didn't like him (you did) it was just that being a screenplay writer has you pulled to every part of the set. It was hard to even get one moment alone with Tom. You enjoyed working with him, he was a phenomenal actor and took your advice seriously, but when you're the screenplay writer of Chaos Walking it was like the whole world wanted a piece of you. Any time spent with Tom was either watching him on set or revisiting his lines. There was never a moment for you to catch your breath, not even in the morning. It was always get up and go. This morning had been particularly rushed as you spent the night tweaking a few scenes on set. The best part of being the screenplay writer was not having to dress all fancy. Although, you did just in case you saw Tom. This morning, you didn't care all that much. Instead, you slipped on a pair of lounge shorts and a hoodie, throwing your hair up and popping on some sunglasses to conceal any signs of lack of sleep. Yawning, you grabbed your script full of notes and walked onto the set. You immersed yourself in the script, going over the scenes for today and reshoots that were taking place.

"You look comfortably," Tom greeted. He was already ready for the day, clad in a dirt-covered gray (it might've been white, who knows) tank top that did nothing to hide his toned arms. His hair was still short from shooting Cherry a couple of months prior, but he pulled it off.

"Uh, yeah, late-night," You mumble, trying to straighten your wrinkled hoodie. Tom finds it adorable as you try to look a bit more presentable to him. He watches as you pull at the frayed edges of your clothing, small pout as it refuses to straighten up. You tug at it a few more times before huffing and giving up.

"So," He starts, rocking back and forth on his heels, his cheeks flushed. "What do you think of the movie so far?"

"Are you kidding me? It's amazing! You're a great Todd. It's like every girl's dream to watch book characters be brought to life."

He laughs, eye crinkled slightly, "I thought every girl's dream was an all you can buffet."

You tap your chin, pretending to think about it, "yeah that too."

Tom smiles, fiddling nervously with his fingers, trying to think of what to say next. He's not sure if you've ever had a conversation this long before.

"I really hope we can become friends," You blurt out, instantly regretting it. Tom's taken back, eyes wide as he tries to think of some type of witty reply. What if he wants to be more than friends? Scratch that, he does. But he knows that you've only known each other for two weeks and this is the longest conversation you've had.

"No," He said, watching as your face fell. "I mean, uh, shit, best friends?"

You give him an awkward smile, a little shocked at his first reaction. "Okay."

"Okay," He repeats, nodding his head slightly. "Yeah, okay. I should go. Not that I want to, but they need back on set. I mean, I think they do. They probably do," He rambles on. You giggle slightly as he continues spitting nonsense. You place a hand on his exposed bicep, "I get it, Tom. You can go, I have to be on stage three anyway."

Tom's staring at your hand on his arm, he's internally panicking but you don't know that. At least he doesn't think you do. He's probably sweating ten times more now. "Right, yeah, I'm sorry for keeping you. I should really pay more attention to that. I, uh, I'll see you around?"

You smile softly at him, a slight pink tint to your cheeks, "Yeah, I'll see you around." You pull your hand away from him and give him one last smile before jogging to the other stage.

"You couldn't be more obvious," Daisy jokes.

Tom sighs, dragging his hands down his face, "Do you think she knows?"

"Honestly, no. Shocker really."

Tom rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder with hers playfully. "Whatever."

Daisy wiggles her eyebrows at him, making kissy faces. Tom pushes her away, "Okay, okay, I get it! What crazy thing are we doing today?"

"Into the woods we go!"

"Lovely."

...

"(Y/N)!" Tom calls out as he jogs toward you. He's soaking wet, a navy shirt thrown over his form, slowly staring to dampen. His hair flopping haphazardly around his head. You stand up from your chair, hand outstretched. You were called over to supervise the scene Tom had just finished, which involved a very dirty pond of water. It had been three weeks since you first decided to become friends and it was safe to say, it had worked out. You spent a lot more time around each other, becoming much more comfortable and holding conversations longer than five minutes.

"Nuh-uh mister. I don't want your dirt, water, sweat mix over my nice shirt."

He pouts, arms falling to his sides, "You care more about a shirt than me?"

"Yes," You deadpan. Tom rolls his eyes, taking a few steps closer to you, while you take a few steps back.

"Tom," You warn as you back up against your chair. He grins at you and wraps you in his arms as you squeal.

"You're cold!"

Tom laughs into your neck, his wet hair tickling your chin and you try to push him off you, but he's much stronger and clings to you like a koala, his arms secure around your waist. Ultimately, you stop trying to pry him off accepting the fact you're soaked and he wasn't moving anytime soon.

"You're warm," He murmurs.

You roll your eyes, "Are you going to continue to hug me or let me change out of my now soaked clothes?"

Tom raises his head from the crook of your neck, giving you a loopy smile. "What's the rush? We're done shooting for the day."

You sigh out of relief, "that's great, but you're still cold."

He groans and finally pulls himself off of you. Your clothes are now soaked and sticking to your shivering body. Tom's eyes widen when he notices your bra peaking through your see-through shirt.

"What?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow at Tom's blushing face.

He clears his throat, still staring, "Your uh, your bra," He mumbles. You barely make out what he says, but follow his gaze to your now see-through shirt.

"Oh my god," You gape, then add, "Stop looking, Tom!"

He turns around immediately, "sorry!"

"Give me your shirt," You said.

"What?"

"I can't walk around set like this!"

"I can't walk around shirtless!"

"Have you seen yourself, Tom? Yeah, you can. No one's going to complain. Just give me the shirt, please."

Tom blinks in surprise at your comment, he stumbles over his next few words, "I -- uh, um, okay."

He strips his shirt off, struggling a bit as the fabric clings to his skin, now a bit soaked through. When he eventually gets if off he hands it to you and you do the same, balling your old shirt in your hand. You take a few moments to admire Tom's back muscles, before coughing. He turns around and you grow hot as you eye his toned figure. My god, he was built like a god. Is this even legal? You wonder, still staring at his abs.

Tom laughs, "so I can't stare at you in your bra but you can stare at me topless?"

You shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his perfect form. "yes indeed, now I'm going back to my trailer to change into something not soaking wet."

Tom nods his head, pushing back some of his wet curls, "Okay." He almost mentions you giving his shirt back, but he decides you look much better in it anyway.

"Uh, one thing," He said, causing you to turn around. "Do you, maybe, want to watch a movie later?"

You grin at him, "I'd love too, but only if there's food involved."

"Deal."

...

This wasn't a date, right? No, it wasn't. Tom never said it was, but he wanted it to be. He sits nervously on the sofa, knees bouncing in anticipation of your arrival. It wasn't a date, but it was still the girl he really likes watching a movie with just him and only him. Tom's hair was still slightly damp, although now he wasn't shirtless and instead slipped on his classic midtown hoodie from Spider-Man and a pair of sweatpants. There's a knock at his door and he almost falls off the couch. Tom clambers to the door, swinging it open and leaning against the doorframe pretending he didn't just trip on his way here.

"Hey," You said smiling. You reflected Tom's choice of clothing in only a pair of sweatpants and wrinkled tee, but by god did you pull it off. Tom blinks, tearing his gaze from you. "hi."

"Are you going to invite me in or...?"

"Right! Yeah, of course. Come in." Tom steps aside, holding the door open for you and letting it shut softly. You toss him a lopsided grin over your shoulder.

"So, what are we watching?" You ask, flopping down on the couch, instantly wrapping yourself in the blanket Tom had left out.

"Oh... uh, do you wanna watch Spider-Man?" He scratches the back of his head, cheeks tinted pink.

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, "Are you trying to impress me with your acting skills?"

Tom scoffs, grabbing a pillow from the couch and hurling it at you. "No, I'm obviously showing off Robert's skills."

You playfully roll your eyes, flinging the pillow back at him. He catches it with ease. "Whatever, I haven't seen it anyway."

Tom gasps, "What?"

You throw your head with back with laughter at the expression on his face. He's jaw is hanging wide open, eyebrows knitted together in shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I just bruise your ego?"

Tom clicks his tongue, throwing the pillow back at you, hitting you square in the face. "no, but I think I just bruised your face."

"Very funny."

"I get it from my dad."

You purse your lips together, thinking of some type of witty comeback. "yeah, well you didn't get his height."

Tom places a hand on his heart, faking hurt. "Alright, well--"

You cut him off with a pillow to the stomach as he doubles over with an oomph. You howl with laughter as he glares at you.

"Oh love, you don't know what you're in for," He smirks.

"Wait, Tom--" You don't finish your sentence as Tom flops onto you, pillow separating your bodies and you squeal. Tom lays on top of you, pillow resting on your stomach as he grins at you.

"Tommmm," You whine, trying to push him off. He doesn't budge and you pout, resting your arms at your side as his lay by your head.

"Sorry, love, you started it."

"What about the movie?"

"Honestly you're getting an even better view of me like this."

"I only want to watch it because of Zendaya."

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

There's a heavy silence as you take in Tom's comment and the irony of your position. Tom wiggled his eyebrows seductively, smirking.

"Get off me, you weirdo!" You said, finally pushing off of you. He lands on the floor with a satisfying thud and you peek your head over the sofa to check on him. A hand shoots up to grab you and pulls you down on top of him. Tom groans as your body weight land on him, now realizing what a stupid move he had made. Your heads smack together and you wince in pain.

"Shit, sorry love," Tom apologizes, reaching up to hold your head in his hands. He hesitantly places a soft kiss on your temple and you instantly melt in his touch. His hands slowly travel away from your head to wrap around your waist and hold you captive.

"Tom?" You question, arms resting on his shoulder, simultaneously playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He hums, "Yes?"

"Can we watch the movie now?"

He laughs, the vibrations rumbling in his chest, and instinctively you snuggle closer to him and his warmth. He sits up, almost knocking you off, but his arms keep you secure in his lap.

"Yes, we can, but you have to get off me."

Your ankles cross over his waist, "No, I don't wanna. You're warm." You said, face buried in his neck. Tom's happy you can't see the blush on his face as he stares at the girl in his lap. He slowly stands up, one arm still holding you close to him as the other picks up the remote. He turns the movie on, sitting down on the couch. You pick your head up from his neck, glancing at him only to find him already looking down at you. Tom pushes back a few stray pieces of hair from your face and your eyes flicker to his lips for a split second.

"Can I- Can I kiss you?" He asks, breath tickling your face.

"Please," You whisper. His free hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbones before he dives in and seals your lips with his.

...

"Baby!" Tom exclaims, jogging toward you and picking you up in a bone-crushing hug.

"Bubs, I was only gone for an hour," You laugh, combing your hand through his curls.

"Still too long," He murmurs, kissing your lips.

"Tom!" Daisy calls out, walking toward him. "We need you back on set. You know, if you can detach yourself from (Y/N) for five seconds."

"She's right, bubs," You said, prying him off you.

He whines, "But babyyy."

"No buts, Mister. You have a job to do and so do I."

"Yes, your job is to give me your undying love."

You give Daisy an apologetic smile as she fake gags from behind Tom.

"No, that's my job later. Right now I'm the screenplay writer who's telling you-- the actor -- to get your ass back on set before they fire both of us."

Tom groans, knowing you're right, "wait, you're not coming with me?"

"No, bubs, I have to be on stage five."

"I'm starting to think they're keeping you from me on purpose."

"I can see why."

"Hey!"

You cup Tom's cheeks, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Kidding, now go fulfill my dreams."

"I think you should fulfill mine."

"Tom," You warn.

He laughs, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "'m joking."

You give him a pointed stare, "partially," he adds.

"I'll see you later."

"You and that ass most definitely will," He winks.

"don't make me write Todd a death scene."

"Joking! Again. I love you!"

"Uh-huh, you just love this ass."

"Well-"

"don't, I'm leaving now," You said, tugging your hand of out his grip and walking away.

"Sorry baby! Love you!" He calls out.

"Yeah, yeah I love you too. Now seriously, get back on set before they fire us."

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[poge-life]

Underbelly{ Sweet Pea: Chapter Two

The thing about Stevie and Sweet Pea, was that they both had to be touching each other in some type of way. You could always find Sweet Pea with his arm around her shoulder but if it wasn't around her shoulder, it was either around her waist or they were holding hands.

When Stevie and Sweet Pea first met their freshman year of Southside High, they couldn't be in the same room with each other for more than five minutes without being at each other's throats; resulting in Fangs having to pull Sweet Pea out of the room and Toni holding Stevie back. Stevie had her mother's gut and her father's temper and it always got the best of her. Resulting in her always getting into fights.

Underneath her tough exterior, was a heartbroken girl. She was absolutely crushed when her mother packed up and left with Jellybean. Not even saying goodbye to either of the other kids. Shortly after that, Fp started drinking heavier, barely being sober and when he was, it changed in a matter of seconds. Jughead left, not being able to see his dad in that state.

That was the only time Toni had ever seen her cry. Besides Toni, Sweet Pea was the only other person to see her cry.

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Stevie was at the Wyrm, playing pool with Fangs the night Fp got arrested. Jughead was off at the winter dance at Riverdale high and Fp was sitting in the trailer.

Stevie was currently handing Fangs' ass to him in their game. Multiple people had told him to not accept her challenge of playing a game with her, but he let his masculinity get the best of him. Stevie was beant over the side of the pool table, lining her stick up in front of the cue ball, aiming to hit her last ball into the pocket.

She pulled her arm back to hit the ball when a kick to the back of her leg, caused her to hit it harder than planned, knocking the eight ball into the pocket, causing her to lose.

"Dammit, String Bean!" Stevie turned to see Sweet Pea with a smirk on his face with a beer in his hand, "I did you a favor. Your head is already big as it is. No need for your ego to get any bigger."

Stevie rolled her eyes at him and dug her hand into her pocket to pull out a 20 dollar bill and slapped in against Fangs chest as she walked by him on her way to the bar. She sat down in front of her pink haired friend, who placed a beer in front of her, "You two just need to make out already."

Stevie had choked on her beer and turned her head to the side to cough. Taking a deep breath in, she turned back to look at Toni, who had amusement written across her face.

"Please. He wishes he would make out with me." Stevie threw Toni a wink, who just shook her head at the girl.

Tall boy had called out for the girl from her dad's office, causing her to down the rest of her beer. If Tall Boy or her dad had caught her drinking, she'd be grounded for life. She threw a few bills on the bar and hopped off the stool, making her way up to her dad's office. Not before she bumped into the pool table, causing Sweet Pea to miss his shot.

She threw him a wink before running up the stairs and into her dad's office, "Sup Gerard."

Usually whenever Stevie would tease her dad's right hand, he would laugh and call her Stephanie but there was no smile nor humor on his face today.

"Sheriff Keller called here asking for you," He started, causing Stevie to look at him in confusion, "He was at your trailer with a search warrant. Fp...he got arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom."

Stevie felt the air leave her lungs and her legs gave out from underneath her. She fell to her knees as tears welled up in her eyes, "No. No. He said he had nothing to do with it."

"They found the gun that was used to shoot the Blossom boy, Stephanie." Tall Boy said in a quiet voice.

She stood up on shaky legs and ran her fingers thru her hair, "I have to go. I need to find Jughead."

Stevie threw the door open and rushed down the steps and ran thru everybody, ignoring Fangs and Toni calling out her name.  She rushed out the door and ran over to her bike. She threw her leg over the top of it and tried to start it but it wouldn't budge.

She stood up off her bike and kicked it over, "Dammit!"

She fell to her knees and dropped her head in her hands, letting sobs rip through her body. She sat on the ground so her back was to the wyrm with her knees brought up to her chest, with her arms wrapped around them.

"Stevie?"

She turned her head to see Sweet Pea with her jacket in one of his hands, "What happened?"

"My dad. Sheriff Keller showed up with a warrant. They, uh,...they found the gun that was used to kill Jason Blossom." She cried. Sweet Pea kneeled in front of her and lifted her head up.

He let his eyes wander over. He's never seen her wear makeup, save for mascara and the occasional glitter Toni had roped her into wearing. He noticed her neatly shaped and filled eyebrows, no doubt with the help from Toni. She had plump, rose colored lips with hazel eyes and freckles dancing across her nose and cheeks.

"C'mon. I'll take you home." He told her, grabbing onto both of her hands. She stood up on shaky legs and let him lead her to the truck he borrowed for the night. After making sure she was settled in, Sweet Pea hopped into the driver's seat and made their way to her trailer.

Pulling up next to the trailer, they both got out of the truck and made their way up to the door.

Stevie's heart broke at the police tape that was ripped off the door and a took a step in, pushing the door open the rest of the way. She let out a sob at the sight of her home.

They had torn apart everything. The couch cushions were laid across the floor, the coffee table was upside down, clothes were spewed everywhere.

Sweet Pea placed his hand on her shoulder and she grabbed his hand. They both walked through the kitchen, and over to the bedroom where the mattress was off the box spring and everything from the closet was on the floor.

"Jesus christ." Sweet Pea mumbled, looking around the room. There was a mixture of Fp's, Jughead's and Stevie's stuff thrown across the room and his heartbroke at the sight in front of him. She had mascara running down her face and her body was shaking as sobs ripped through her body. He pulled the girl into him and she wrapped her arm around his torso.

As long as he's known her, he's only seen her as this tough serpent who has a temper as bad as his. But the girl in front of him, wasn't the Stevie he knew.

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[etoileholland]

Love showed up at my door

Based on the iconic Jonas Brothers song

Pairing: Tom Holland x female reader

Warnings: none, but it’s cheesy ;)

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Tom and Harrison fell in love with the pizza girl, and now they’ve been eating a lot of pizza

A/N: Yes I have uploaded this about six times because the tags are not working and I am sorry. 

It started one unsuspecting Thursday in New York, when Marvel was filming a scene from Spider-Man 3 off of 86th and 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. Tom was busy filming, and half a day and a lot of filming later, he and Harrison trudged to their trailer before collapsing on the couch.

“I swear man, I’ve never been more exhausted and famished in my life.” Harrison remarked as he slightly turned his head to see Tom sprawled out. “You know what sounds really good? Pizza. I could go for some pizza right about now.”

“Good idea. Hey, let’s order pizza from Vinnie’s down the way. It’s suspiciously cheap but super good and quick.” Tom suggested as he flipped himself over onto his back.

“Is that how you would be described if you were a male escort?” Harrison smirked and was met with a pillow being thrown at his face.

“Shut up and order the damn pizza.” Tom groaned as Harrison ordered online.

“Okay it’ll be here in about 10, so we just need to hold out until then.” He stated while Tom nodded his head.

“Wake me up when it gets here.” He added and Harrison agreed to do so.

About eleven minutes later there was a knock at the door, and Harrison mustered up the last bit of energy he had to walk to the door. He opened it up to see you, and his jaw dropped.

“Oh hello.” He ran his fingers through his hair, while lightly clearing his throat.

“Hello to you too. You ordered two large pizzas, one pepperoni with extra cheese and the other Hawaiian, correct?” You asked, while he began to nod his head profusely.

“Cool, it’ll be $11.56 please.” You stated as you handed him the pizzas, but he stood there frozen.

“Oh I, um, don’t have any money on me. Hold on a second.” He closed the door slightly and ran over to Tom before pushing him off the couch.

“What the hell-”

“Shut up, the pizza delivery girl is super pretty and I don’t have any American cash so give me a twenty.” He begged and Tom jumped up to open the door to see what you looked like.

You were standing there looking like an angel, and your hair was in a ponytail with little tendrils of hair framing your face. He began to choke on air as he saw you smile, and he knew that he would be ordering from Vinnie’s more frequently.

“Hello, um hi. I have twenty pounds, erm dollars for the pizzas.” He said and you smiled.

“That’s good, otherwise I would have to eat these pizzas by myself.” You laughed as Tom guffawed.

“Wow you are funny, and extremely beautiful.” He gasped, holding his hand over his mouth.

“Thank you, here’s the change and enjoy the pizzas.” You waved, making your way down the steps of the trailer.

He closed the door and leaned against it, before letting out a sigh. “God must be real, because she is clearly an angel among us mortals.” He said longingly and Harrison laughed.

“Did you see the way her eyes flickered under the trailer’s fluorescent lights? She’s gorgeous.” He added and took a large bite of a slice of pizza.

“I never thought I would say this but I think Vinnie’s may just be the best pizza, to like, ever exist.” Tom said as he grabbed a slice of pizza and folded it in half, before taking a large bite.

“Wanna have pizza tomorrow night?” Harrison asked with a grin and Tom agreed.

“Oh well be having it every night.”

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“You know Holland, your suit is getting to be a tad bit too tight, and is that a pot belly I see?” His personal trainer Matt inquired. Everyone had noticed how sluggish and out of breath Tom had been recently, and it definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Matt.

“Maybe, I’ve been eating a lot of pizza recently.” He added as he patted his stomach and let out a burp. “Oh god I feel sick.”

“Yeah you don’t look good, why are you constantly getting pizza then? You know you’re supposed to be on a strict diet.”

“I-” burp “know. It’s just that the pizza delivery girl from Vinnie’s pizza is so gorgeous so Haz and I have been ordering from there every night to see her for a few minutes.”

“Suddenly that makes sense. Okay well do you even know her name?”

“It’s Y/N and gosh she looks like an angel. She smells like vanilla mixed with pizza which sounds utterly disgusting but she’s beautiful so it’s okay.” He rambled as he took a seat on the bench press. “Do you mind if I sleep here for like an hour because whew am I already out of energy.” Tom wiped his hand across his forehead and Matt laughed.

“We haven’t even done anything, you just walked in here a few minutes ago.”

“And that was too much physical energy for today.” He held up his pointer finger and Matt rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just no more pizza for like the next year, you got it?” Matt crossed his arms in front of his chest and Tom did a thumbs up.

“You got it dude.” He replied as he curled up in a ball on the bench press.

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“You know Tom, I’m starting to worry about your health. You now have acne, and your face is red and puffy. Also do you have a pot belly now?” You remarked as you stood in the doorway of the trailer.

“Maybe. But it’s okay, I’ll burn it off eventually.” He patted his stomach and let out a groan. Harrison was sprawled out on the couch and you could see that he was wearing sweatpants that accentuated his newly acquired love handles.

“Right, well for the safety of you both, I’m not going to give you the pizza.” You shifted your weight to your right leg as you continued to hold onto the boxes. “Actually, why have you been ordering pizza every night for the past two weeks?”

“Because we wanted to see you.” Harrison replied, but it was muffled due to the fact that his face was buried in the couch.

“Really? That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” You put your hand on your heart and gave a little pout, which only made Tom melt. “But you know that this isn’t the best quality pizza, and you may need a coronary bypass surgery after this.”

“I know, but we wanted to see you, even if it meant putting our health on the line.” Tom rubbed the nape of his neck and you smiled.

“I care about you both, so if you want, you can call me, but not for pizza. Just in general.” You set the boxes of pizza down and pulled out a business card from your pocket. You then grabbed a pen from the end table and wrote your number on the back of it. You handed Tom the card as he looked down at it like he won the golden ticket.

“Thank you. Hey would you, um, want to go on a date with me?” Tom hesitantly asked and you only smiled.

“Oh honey you’re adorable, but I’m already in a relationship. However, I would love to be your friend.” You stated while Tom looked down and nodded. “And besides, I only took the job to help pay for school but I’m graduating. I’m moving out of New York next month anyway.”

“That’s fair, thank you for everything, and good luck with your post graduation life.” He added and you smiled.

“Thank you, I would love to hang out with you guys soon, but now I’m going to take this pizza back. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.” You took a few steps closer to the door and stopped. “Try eating a salad for a change.” You reached for the door handle and waved, and Tom waved back.

“Will do, bye.” Tom closed the door behind you and let out a sigh. He turned to look at Harrison, who was halfway off the couch.

“It wasn’t worth it mate, was it?” Tom asked and Harrison groaned. “It might sound cheesy, but I wanted her to stay.” He replied, his voice still muffled.

“Me too mate, me too.” He walked over to Harrison and patted him lightly on the shoulder. “Let’s order from that vegan place from down the street.”

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[prairiesongserial]

16.1

The lights on the burlesque stage went out just as Friday’s brassiere fell open - the timing of which she and Abernathy had been practicing for days. The crowd was so reactive that Friday felt the whistles and applause reverberating in the floorboards as she hustled off the stage. It was a louder reception than she was used to. She’d had fans at the Ace, but unlike the burlesque tent of the Madsen and Graves Circus, the Ace was just as much about drinking and catching up with friends over cards as it was about the girls.

Behind the curtain, in the tiny staging area, Beatrix was getting ready for her fan dance - she always did the finale, and it was always the same act. Friday had picked up the importance of crowd control since she first started hanging around the burlesque tent. With just cloth tent-flaps between yourself and a crowd that had been waiting a year for the circus to come through town, it was important they understood when the show was over.

A little girl popped through the curtain behind Friday while Friday was still trying to fix her brassiere back in place.

“Hey, baby,” Friday said, shooting her a smile. Jaelle, All-Fair’s kid, had been working the crowd. It was odd - usually Johannes did the burlesque tent himself, or at least got one of the men to do it. They blended in better. On the other hand, looking at the dozens of rings jammed on Jaelle’s fingers and the watches crawling up her arms, maybe the kid was the right choice.

“Hello, Miss Friday,” Jaelle said. She deposited her goods in the tin lock-box that Abernathy would come collect at the end of the night, turning the key with an air of great importance. “Can’t stay and chat - Johannes has me working every tent in the circus.” She heaved a sigh. “Bury me standing - I’ve been on my knees all my life.”

Friday had no idea what Jaelle was talking about, but the kid took off before she could ask. The circus would be winding down, now that the burlesque tent was putting on its last show. Friday threw slacks and a shirt on over her sequined underwear, still soaked in sweat from performing. She needed an ice cream cone before the stall packed up for the night.

When Friday left the tent, she was abruptly reminded that this was no ordinary show.

Her boots tread on grass, but there was no sky here. Despite the fact that it should have been past ten at night, dozens of lights high up on a domed ceiling gave the impression of daylight. Johannes’s amplified voice reached her from the main tent as he announced the last attraction. All at once, the lights on the ceiling shifted from yellow to orange to red, performing dusk in a matter of seconds. If not for that, the effect would have been eerily realistic.

Friday got a strawberry cone from Di and decided to wander over to the main tent. Might as well.

The last act in the main tent was fire-hooping, which was worth watching. The twin clowns had shed the baggy overalls from their tumbling routine and now wore form-fitting red and blue harlequin outfits as the flaming hula hoops arced through the air in perfect sync. Not only were the fire-hoopers impressive, but when the flames were extinguished at the end of the show, it made for a powerful symbol. Lights out, go home.

Friday felt the lightest touch against her back pocket. Most people would have written it off as the movement of displaced air as someone nearby walked past. Friday jerked her hand back and caught a slim wrist.

“Damn, I’ve been made,” Jaelle whispered.

“It’s just me,” Friday said, letting go. She beckoned Jaelle forward. “See that cluster of people three rows ahead of us, a little to the left? Heavy purses.”

Jaelle squinted in the direction Friday had indicated.

“Thanks, Miss Friday,” she said, then disappeared into the crowd again.

On stage, one of the clowns tossed her hoop up in the air, tumbled through the center of her twin’s hoop, and caught the one she’d thrown on the other side. The crowd clapped. That was the perfect moment to pick pockets. People’s hands were occupied, it was noisy, and the whole tent was filled with vibration, making little touches harder to notice. Friday felt the urge to check her own pockets again.

She did wonder at Johannes’s directive to go hard on pickpocketing this show. They were underground - had actually had to pay a toll to get into this giant bunker - and only after the steel door had been sealed behind the circus caravan had Friday learned that this was Washington, DC; home of Hemisphere Central. If Jaelle was caught picking the wrong pocket, that pocket had a pretty good chance of belonging to a powerful mobster. And the circus was trapped in here.

It was interesting how the Madsen and Graves circuit just happened to hit so many Hemisphere towns - from Everglades City to the accidental run in with the Good Guys - and now Central itself. No, interesting wasn’t the right word. At this point, it was almost boring, how obvious it was that Johannes was planning on handing her, Val, John, and Cody over to Hemisphere. Friday had finally tested her L-shaped pin against those used in the trailer hitches, and it was a perfect match. Johannes was trying to kill them, and Friday didn’t have a next move.

The fire-hooping ended with the lights shutting off just as the fires were extinguished. When they came back on, Johannes stood center stage to announce that the night of spectacle had come to a close. He’d changed backstage, and now wore a sequined suit - the left gold and the right black - and a cream cravat with a gold pin. Also cream colored was the porcelain mask that covered the top half of his face. Strange.

“Thank you all for coming to our show - that’s all the entertainment we have for you tonight. We hope you enjoyed the feats of athletics and wonder of the Madsen and Graves Circus.”

Friday spied Enis climbing down the ladder of the crow’s nest from which he controlled the lights. The crowd began to move toward the exit.

Friday wondered what Val thought about all this. She hadn’t tried to talk to him since he came back from Monocacy, but she’d pieced together from the gossip that Johannes had kissed him, it hadn’t been appreciated, and Val was pissed about it. Di, who was approaching sixty and had likely been with the circus since before Johannes was born, had called Johannes a dog and spat on the ground.

The crowd cleared the main tent surprisingly quickly - there were whispers of stopping at home to get changed. Interesting. Apparently the Madsen and Graves was the unwitting first half of a double feature.

As the last of the crowd left, circus members began to file into the main tent. Not unusual - after a show, there were sometimes special instructions for striking the sets. Friday saw Val hanging around the edges, and John and Cody front and center. She made her way over to Val.

“Catch my show?” she asked him.

Val looked at her, made an embarrassed face, then looked back to the stage.

“Would you rather I said yes?” he asked.

Friday smiled to herself, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

“A girl can dream,” she said, and winked at him. Val rolled his eyes. For a second, the summer had rolled back to the start, before John, Cody, and the fire. The reminder of how things used to be made Friday forget what she wanted to say next.

“Alright people, gather round,” Johannes called out, tipping the mask up to show his face. “You all know your strike teams, but there’s a little change. Enis and Abernathy are standing in for me and Ezra. We’re gonna shmooze at the gala and see if we can’t get us some extra gigs next year.”

Ezra had joined Johannes onstage by this point. He too was dressed up, wearing a bright navy suit and polished red leather shoes. He held a red mask in one hand. 

Friday was surprised when Ezra projected his voice exactly as competently as his brother had.

“Once you’re done, feel free to go into town, buy things that aren’t good for you, and give Enis a hard time.”

The crowd of circus members laughed, and a few ribbed Enis.

“Alright, get outta here,” Johannes added.

Friday stole another glance at Val. His brow was furrowed, his eyes intense on the brothers as they descended the stage.

“Gala, huh,” Friday said. “Sounds like a high class affair.”

Val gave her the look that meant I know what you’re getting at.

“I’m just saying, beer and campfires are nice, but I’ve never been to a champagne-on-little-trays kinda party.”

Friday wanted to keep an eye on Johannes - to judge if this was going to be a planned handoff, or if he’d spend the gala advertising the bounties to interested parties. Either way, Friday needed as much advance warning as she could get. And if Val came to the gala with her, maybe he’d finally see Johannes for who he was.

“It’s a Hemisphere party,” Val said.

So don’t you think it’s interesting that Johannes is looking for work there? Friday thought. Come on, Val.

“No one’s gonna be looking for us there,” she said. “It’s a fancy ball. We’ll wear big sparkly dresses and masks and introduce ourselves as the stars of a not yet released Bellamy picture that no one’s even heard of yet. No further questions.”

“I’ll come, but I’m not doing that,” Val said. “Someone has to keep you out of trouble.”

“Me? Trouble? Never,” Friday said, a wide grin growing on her face. “Come on, let’s find costumes.”

epilogue 15 || 16.2

#story

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Chapter XIV

Warnings: Murder, Mentions of Murder, Language, Death, Car Crash

Summary: Y/N is Andy and Laurie Barber’s 14-year-old daughter who is a high-grade student in Archer Middle School. Her best friend, Alice Miller had been gone for a while. They search for the lost student and find out that Alice Miller’s body has the prints of Andy and Laurie Barber’s daughter, Y/N.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII Chapter XIV

—DEFENDING JACOB SPOILERS—

Last Chapter of Imprisoned Series

I want to thank for those who read through this journey and this is one of my favorite series because I love Andy Barber and daughter fics. It breaks my heart.

This is ending how it is. Different ending to Defending Jacob.  I’m sorry people...

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From a time that felt like forever, the police eventually found Nathan. The boy was wrapped up in a blanket, shivering as they guided him into the lobby. “Nathan!” His mother called.

And that night, everyone was relieved. But Andy and Laurie had cut the trip short, skipping the last three days. So the family was free to go, packing up their things and left Mexico. Heading back to Massachusetts.

But Laurie had changed that day. Once they got home, she started to unpack, being quiet throughout the whole trip back. Andy came up to check on her, knowing that the night before she knew it all.

Andy leaned on the door frame and looked at her, he then lowered his head. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” 

“No,” She said. Andy looks up to her, “When then?” Laurie continued to pull out the folded clothes. “I don’t know. Maybe never.” Turning around, she headed for the closet, putting the clothes away as Andy stood there for a few more seconds before turning away.

.

Everything seemed to go back to the usual quiet mornings. Laurie’s usual jog around the neighborhood. Y/N with her teacher, learning ninth grade for high school. Who knew if Y/N could return back to school. They didn’t get a single call from the principal nor anyone in town.

That morning, Laurie returned after her morning run and Andy watched her come in from the upstairs window.

Milo hears the door open and shut close, jumping up to his feet he greets Laurie as she entered the kitchen. 

Not seeing that Y/N’s teacher had smiled up at her and watched Y/N write things down on her paper. Laurie didn’t greet either of them, instead she walked over to the fridge and took the bottle of water to drink.

Seeing Y/N from the dining table, she stared. Knowing Andy’s father had ask a man to kill Patz for him to take the blame for Alice’s murder. Laurie then had no doubt. Doubt that Y/N was innocent. 

Laurie imagine what they would do if they found out that Patz was murdered. The night when Y/N came up to the little girl at the bowling alley. Raising a ball twice her weight. The knife shown in court by Logiudice. The story Derek had read that was so similar to the murder.

Y/N raises her head up at Laurie and makes a sheepish grin before turning back to her work. Not a single twitch in Laurie’s face did she smile. It was a cold, longing stare.

.

Andy thought to finish packing up the books and games off the shelves in the living room. Slipping them into the boxes. He looks through them and slid them into the box. Taking a board game in hand, he stares at it. The memories with Chutes & Ladders he grins. 

His head turns to see Laurie stand, already dressed to go out. “I have to run some errands,” She mumbles. Andy looks at her attire and nods, “Okay.” He looks down at the board game, “Hey, remember this?” He shows her the game with a grin. Giving her some small memory to make her grin.

But Laurie didn’t.

“I’ll be back later.” Andy’s grin slowly falls as she turns her heel and walks out of the room. The sound of the door closing made him look back at the game. He placed the box on top of the bigger one. Taking another game in hand, it was the Othello. 

He softly grins and stands up.

.

“Have you just been secretly honing your Othello skill?” Andy asks, watching Y/N put down her disc and flips the others. Andy was leaning on his elbows, watching her fingers flip his over in defeat. He couldn’t do much. “It’s all about taking the corners. You taught me that,” She grins.

“Jesus,” Andy mumbles, taking a disc in his palm. Andy stared at the board, looking for a move. Maybe find some strategy. “Where’d you say Mom went again? I’m kind of hungry.”

Andy finds a spot and reached over, “She just went to grab a few things, she’ll be back in a few.” He flips over her discs colors. Y/N picks hers up and placed it next to his, claiming his color as her own. “What’s going on with her?” She asked.

Andy peers up at her, “What do you mean?”

He watched her shrug, “She just seems really... I don’t know. Quiet. It’s worrying me a little bit.” Andy takes his disc and sighs, “Well, she’s got a lot on her mind. You know, packing and the move.” He pauses for a moment knowing Laurie has been off since. He knew she would never talk to him. As if she took his spot from the beginning. Shutting him out now. Keeping things from him.

He shook the thought, “I think we just gotta give her time.”

Y/N peers up at him with worry, sitting there in silence as Andy lifts up his head to look at her. Seeing her worried look, “What?” He asks. Y/N shook her head and nods, “Nothing. It’s your turn.”

Andy twirls the disc in his fingers and looked at the board, searching for spots to beat the game. But he shook his head, “I can’t find a move.” Y/N looks up and inhales sharply, “It’s ‘cause you don’t have one.”

.

That night, Andy figured to help Y/N with dinner since Laurie hadn’t return the time they expected her, too. So he found something and Y/N went to bed. Andy took the rest of the night to pack in his office downstairs. Slipping things into the box, Milo had been sitting at his desk, watching him put everything in the dark boxes.

Andy reaches over and rubs Milo’s head. Suddenly, the back door opens and Milo rushes over, greeting who had came through the doors. Andy stopped and tried to peak over into the hall to see Laurie pass by, slightly pushing Milo away as she heads for the steps. “Laurie?” He called, standing up from his desk, he walks around and leans on the wall.

“I didn’t know you were down here,” Laurie says.

“Yeah,” Andy sighs, “Lot of stuff to go through.” Laurie nodded up at him and gestures to the stairs, “I was gonna go to bed.” Andy softly whispers an ‘okay’,  Laurie turns around.

“Y/N’s been wanting to get a haircut. If you want, I can take her tomorrow. Besides, I need to do something for Milo as well at the vet. Needed for shots,” Andy says.

“No, I can go,” Laurie says.

“You sure? I don’t mind doing it,” Andy asked. Laurie shook her head, “No, I know what to tell them.”

“Okay,” Andy said. Laurie takes a step towards the stairs till Andy spoke again, “I think she’s worried about you.” Laurie turns. “So am I,” He added. Laurie walks forward and slightly threw her arm out, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Nothing. Just...” He sighs, “It’s like living with a ghost. I don’t know if you’re punishing me or--”

“I’m not,” Laurie says.

“Then what is it?” He asked, drawing his eyes back up to her, brows together in worry. Laurie’s fingers rub against each other sheepishly. Andy shook his head at the slightest, “The way that you look at her...” 

Laurie turns away form his gaze. “I’m just trying to figure out how to move on from here,” He says.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” She asks. Andy inhales softly, “Laurie...” He mutters, lowering his head, “If you just want to take some time... by yourself, the move can wait. Just want to get away and... decide what you wanna do.” 

“Maybe,” She mutters. Andy nods, “Okay. Whatever you need. I mean it.” Laurie takes this time to turn away, taking her feet up the stairs. 

“I love you, Laurie,” Andy says.

She stops.

“I know that might not mean much,” He says, looking up to her, “But I do.” Laurie didn’t look at him one last time and stood there in silence. Laurie takes the stairs up leaving Andy there to watch her go. With no return with the same affection.

.

Y/N jumped in the car with Milo in the back and her in the passenger seat. Laurie sat behind the wheel. It was raining in the morning and Y/N figured the ride would be a long but short ride, so she drew out her phone and played some videos.

Laurie shook her head, “I’m trying to remember.” Y/N tilts her head, not glancing up at her, “Hm?”

“Last year, when it was all happening... I don’t think I ever just asked you. Not directly.” Y/N didn’t seem to be phased by the ways Laurie spoke to her. A cold tone but Y/N managed to grin at the screen in her lap.

“I guess I was just scared of what they might do to you. But they can’t hurt you now. No one can,” Laurie spoke. A truck passes by and it makes a loud clank sound of its trailers crashing against each other as they pass.

.

Andy started to continue to clean up the place, taking books and DVDs down from the shelf in the living room. He tossed old papers and noticed that he missed the bag. He walks over and picks up the papers that had fallen. He tosses them in the bag and stops to see something familiar in the garbage. 

Taking it in hand, he sees the blue photo album with a picture of Y/N when she was first taken home. He wondered why this was in the garbage. He never would’ve thrown it in the garbage. 

Why would Laurie?

.

“Still, would you have told me the truth? If I promised to love you no matter what, would you tell me?” Y/N doesn’t respond and softly laughs at the video. “Y/N,” Laurie says. Y/N still doesn’t look at Laurie as she replies with the same hum.

“Did you kill Alice?” Laurie asks. Y/N lifts up her head and turns to her, completely taken by it, “What?” Laurie’s phone began to buzz and Y/N finally had her gaze focused on Laurie.

 “No. You know I didn’t.” Y/N sees her decline Andy’s call. “What if I said I don’t believe you?” She asked, not buying Y/N’s innocent look and her stare. 

“What?” Y/N mumbles.

“A man died, Y/N,” Laurie says, “You don’t know this, but a man was murdered so that you could go free.” Y/N sees Andy call Laurie again, “So I have to know,” She says.

“Know what?” Y/N asked, Laurie looked agitated, “Did you kill Alice? Just tell me the truth-”

“I did tell you. What’s wrong with you?” Y/N flips out. Milo began to growl and bark, making it ring in Y/N’s ears.

“-I will love you no matter what,” Laurie says, she shakes her head to his reply, “I don’t believe you.” Y/N heard her car was making a loud humming noise causing her to shake. “Mom… Mom, you’re driving too fast.”

“Why would you write that story?” Laurie asks.

“Mom, slow down,” Y/N says, the shaking was audible in her voice. “All the details, the little things,” Laurie completely ignores her pleads. “I made it up. Slow down!” Y/N replies.

She shook her head again, “I don’t think you did. I’m sorry. If I just knew the truth,” She said. Y/N held onto the door as she sees the miles go up.

“I made it up! Just slow down!” Y/N says, her eyes burning up with tears and stared up the road, “Mom, slow down!”

“If I only knew what happened!” Her eyes tear up. Y/N whips towards her, “Fine! I killed her, okay?” Y/N shouts. Milo barks like the sound of thunder, his stance was going back and forth in the backseat.

Laurie turns in shock, “You did?” Y/N turns away as the tears filled in her eyes, “Whatever you want! Just slow down, please, you’re freaking out Milo,” Laurie turns back to the road, not slowing down. “I want the truth!”

“Slow down! Slow down, Mom!’ Y/N screams.

Laurie never slows down and continues to floor the gas. “But I’ll never know, will I?” Laurie asks, “I will never know.” She shook her head. “Slow down, mom! Please, please, please!” Y/N tugs on her seat belt, reaching for Milo for some contact of touch.

Laurie sobs, “I can’t do it anymore, Y/N.”

“You sound crazy! Mom, you’re scaring me!” Y/N cries, “Stop!” Laurie chokes a sob, “I love you. I love you and your father both.” 

Y/N turns to her, “Mom!” Laurie sees tunnel come into view and Y/N watched as Laurie turns the wheel. And the car crashes into the wall. 

.

“I need to ask you again.”

Andy held his head in his hand, rubbing his temples.

“Why isn’t Laurie here today?” Andy doesn’t respond as Neal looks down at him. “On February 22, nearly six weeks ago, you received a call from the Massachusetts State Police. Is that correct? You were told that there had been an accident.”

Andy continued to rub his forehead. “That Laurie and Y/N were in a car that had gone off the road. That both mother and daughter had been rushed to the intensive care unit of Newton General. Your dog, Milo was included in that accident, they said he didn’t make it.” 

The images of the accident was not pretty. Neal didn’t want to push it, “The officer explained that there were no other cars involved. That there were witnesses, other drivers, who saw your wife’s car swerve suddenly off the road.”

Andy inhales shakily, “She was speeding...” He mutters.

“I’m sorry?” Neal asked.

Andy drops his hand, “I said she was speeding. It was raining, and she was driving too fast.”

Neal looks down confused, “None of these witnesses reported seeing any attempt by the driver to right the vehicle or apply the brake.” Andy needed Neal to stop with these statements and he needed to defend her. So he snapped, “She was speeding, and she lost control.”

“Did she? Lose control?” Neal asked.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Joanna Klein, Y/N’s prior attorney told investigators that she received two missed calls from your wife between the hours of 4: 00 and 5: 00 a.m. on the morning of the crash. Both hang-ups. Why do you suppose she was trying to get in touch with Y/N’s attorney?” 

Andy shook his head, “I don’t know. Joanna is a friend,” He said. “Is Elizabeth Vogel a friend?” Neal asks, “Phone records show that there was a call from Laurie;s phone to Dr. Vogel’s office at 3: 18 a.m. This sounds to me like a woman who was distraught. Did she get any sleep at all that night?”

Andy doesn’t respond. “Andy,” Neal says sternly, “You said you wanted the truth to come out, but you’re not telling the truth-”

“Yes, I am. It was an accident,” Andy almost growls.

Andy kept his head low. “You would do anything for your daughter, I know that. No matter how painful. Help us,” Neal says, “Help us deliver justice. That’s all we want. Justice for Y/N. For you.”

“It was not an accident,” Neal said, “She tried to kill her daughter. Your daughter,” Neal leans forward and Andy turns his head to the jury,

I understand why you don’t want to help us. But Y/N is owed justice. Nobody here blames you, Andy. You’re a victim, but you need to be strong.”

Neal watches as Andy kept his eyes low on the table, “Andy.” The man’s fingers twitch and he never moved his gaze, “She was speeding. It was raining. And it was an accident.”

Neal leaned off the table and looked over to the jury. He ended it from there. Wanting them to vote.

.

That morning, Andy took his car to the Newton General Hospital. Signing in the paper, the woman hands him a tag and he heads on in. Watching as the nurse steps away from Laurie, he slowly walks over and pulls out a chair.

He gently takes her hand and held it, “So?” She asks. Andy softly grins, “They voted. No bill.”

“What does that mean?”

Andy sighs, “It means no indictment. They know it was an accident.” Laurie lets out a huff and Andy raises her hand and places a kiss on her knuckles. Laurie looks at him and shook her head, “I just wanted our family back.”

Andy looks up, stroking his thumb over her knuckles, “So do I.”

Laurie blinks, “I keep trying to remember that day.” Andy shook his head, “Don’t. It was an accident. That’s all it was,” He looks at her, “It was just an accident.” He raises from his chair and places a kiss on her forehead, gently stroking her hair. “Try to get some rest.”

Laurie watches him, “Will you go see her?” Laurie asked. Andy grins and nods. “I will. Always will.” He gives her one last grasp on her hand before leaving.

Andy walks down the hall and out to his car. He drove out out of the parking lot. Glancing over to his side, he sees the flowers that had laid on the passenger seat. 

He reached the field and takes the flowers. 

The cold breeze struck him as he come across the field. Flowers and green grass everywhere. He stops and looks down at the ground. A clean marbles slate on the ground with her name carved.

Y/N Barber.

Slowly, he took a knee and placed the flowers below her name. His hand gently touches the stone. Dropping his head low, he thinks of the conversations he had with her. The laughs and drives.

Pulling his hand back, he kneels there for the next hour. Until he headed back home with his own takeout. It was nighttime once he got there. Dropping his coat on the counter, he pours himself a glass of whiskey. 

Drinking that with his food at the table. In the dark. The silence throughout the house was depressing. Lonely. Andy took his fourth glass and walked upstairs. Stepping into Y/N’s room. The moonlight shined through her window as he entered her room.

He sat down on the edge of her bed and saw the dog toys that were still needed to be packed. Milo and Y/N’s things still remained in this room. Even her posters on her walls. Andy only stared in front of him. 

Andy pulls the glass to his lips. Taking the last drop of his glass before sitting in her room for the next hours.

End.

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Volume 7, Episode 3: Ace Operatives

I’ve now resigned to my fate of pushing out reviews a week after the actual episode came out. Still, at least other fans will have watched it before reading, so let’s just jump right in!

It seems that the episodes are gradually declining for me this volume. I didn’t expect the third episode to be as good as the third episode of Volume 6, as that was my favourite out of the entire series. The bar was too high, so I didn’t hold out too much hope to avoid being disappointed, and it seems that I made the right choice.

Onto the positives first, the biggest thing that I liked in this episode was the whole arc surrounding Ozpin and Ruby lying to Ironwood. The girls are moving away from the hive mind they all had in the previous volume, with different sides and views being taken. Yang and Oscar are not all that happy with Ruby lying, while Weiss and Blake acknowledge that they couldn’t trust Ironwood with how far mentally he’s fallen.

Like I said in my previous review, Ruby isn’t really in the right or the wrong for this. It’s certainly hypocritical given that they were quick to demonize Ozpin for lying yet deciding that lying and withholding information is actually a good choice to make, but you can understand why she thought she had to do it. 

Yang is really interesting in this scene. I’m not angry with her, she’s my favourite character, so I’m more intrigued why she was the one to pipe up about Ruby lying. Yang is one who has a secret too, Raven being the Spring Maiden. It’s a serious secret to keep given that Raven is essential to Salem’s plan, and with Cinder still kicking around and knowing Raven’s secret, I’m sure it’ll come up eventually.

Even if the information can’t be used right then and there, it’s not really Yang’s secret to keep, and she can’t get angry at others for lying when she’s lying by omission. Eventually, the group will have to learn that Raven’s the Spring Maiden and that Yang knew, but I’m not mad because this is an interesting flaw for Yang to have.

And Oscar’s question was amazing. Isn’t that exactly what Ozpin did to us?

By Ruby’s reaction, she seems to know that she’s doing what Ozpin did, what the group shouted and derided him for, and this is the perfect thing for Ruby to grow. She can’t be naive anymore, she has to realise that being the leader means that she will have to make choices that aren’t always what’s right, and that she will make mistakes. 

Moving on from that, I can safely say that CRWBY has bumped the Ace Ops in my list of favourite characters. I especially love Marrow, he reminds me more of Louis from The Walking Dead Game, and his and Harriet’s relationship is funny and cute. The fact that the Ace Ops clearly outrank the protagonists very much drives home that, no matter what they did to get there, they still have a long way to go before they can match the older Huntsmen, and Salem’s group. 

A bit of world building in this episode is nice. The implied connection between the mine explosion and the explosion that killed Ilia’s parents make it feel connected, and that Ilia isn’t just thrown into the void now that she’s no longer useful. 

Also, I will admit that some of the outfits don’t look so bad in motion, compared to still images. The first one would be Jaune’s hair. I don’t know what happened, but the person responsible picked the most unflattering angle for him when they first showed the models, but now that he’s moving around and showing it in different angles.

The same could be said for Weiss’ braid. In some angles, it looks fine, but then when you see it when she’s looking straight ahead or showing more of the right side of her face, you can see just how awkward and clumsy it looks. It’s too far from her head, it’s rendered poorly, and I still don’t like it. Overall, they are still my least favourite outfits in the series and CRWBY really dropped the ball on them. 

The final positive I can say is that Tyrian continues to be my favourite villain in the volume. I missed him and was happy when he was in Volume 6, so now that he’s given more screen time and room to move without the surplus of villains bogging the pacing down, he continues to be up there in character and writing.

Onto the negatives, and there were plenty that lowered the overall quality of the episode for me.

On top of her design being my least favourite of the group, Blake’s change being the only one to be acknowledges is... ugh. I actually think that Yang’s flustered attempts to compliment her was cute, but I don’t like that Blake’s change was the only one to be acknowledged, and that Yang was the only one who noticed. Weiss and Ruby changed their hair too, they’ve all changed their looks, it’s stilted and awkwardly done when it could’ve been a nice scene between the girls.

While I enjoyed the dust mine exposition, there were a few things that annoyed me.

Firstly was Weiss blaming herself for what the Schnee Dust Company, and therefore her father, did. This becomes a problem when we’ve had a whole song and dance in Volume 4 about how Weiss isn’t responsible for her father’s crimes, that she isn’t a bad person just because she was born a Schnee, but now she feels complacent in the company’s subjugation of the Faunus when she was just an abused child with no real power?

And Blake just doesn’t say anything. She puts her hand on Weiss’ shoulder and comforts her, but she doesn’t actually say that Weiss isn’t responsible for what the SDC is doing. 

On top of that, the two Faunus that were actively affected by the discrimination and the SDC in Atlas are not there. 

Ilia lost her parents in that dust mine explosion, becoming an orphan, and had to hide who she was in a deeply racist society, even more so than Beacon. Her friends weren’t like Blake’s friends, they actively badmouthed the Faunus, calling them racist slurs that Ilia had to join in on or risk being outed. This is her home, her experience, and she’s not there. She’s instead shoved out of the show because there was no room for her, even when CRWBY continued to add one off characters that ultimately take up space.

Adam was branded. He was enslaved by the SDC from when he was a child, likely has no parents of his own, and it ultimately cost him his sanity. This Volume could've had a villain who was personally connected to the SDC and the Faunus racism, but instead he was killed off just after showing that he was horribly subjugated, and now we’re floating around with no real villain to tie this all together.

All we have is Blake. A Faunus who isn’t from Atlas, who lived on an island surrounded by her own kind, in a mansion, has two loving parents, and has never come into contact with the SDC until she fought them in the White Fang, meaning that she never met them when she was in a position of vulnerability. Her abuse at Adam’s hands had nothing to do with her Faunus heritage, her friends are all understanding, even after Weiss’ racist gremlin tendencies in Volume 1 which she grew out of, and now she’s the only Faunus that’s in Atlas and connected to this arc.

CRWBY really wrote themselves into a corner with this, and it’s telling that Miles and Kerry wrote this one given this wildly out of character moment.

Moving on, the scene with Qrow and Clover was alright. Up until the talk about his Semblance. 

It’s so awkwardly worded and clunky, and it’s strange that Qrow would tell Clover straight away when it took him seventeen years to tell Ruby and Yang. People try to say that it’s because he was on a mission and Clover needed to know, but that’s still wierd given that it paints Qrow as someone who would rather keep his Semblance a secret from his niece, who’s put herself on this dangerous mission because he told her that Cinder was from Haven and that’s where he’s going next, and stay away from her even when she was in danger.

Ruby nearly died when she was attacked by Tyrian, Qrow barely reached her in time, but if he was honest and stayed with her throughout the journey to look out for her, and tell her his secrets like he expects Ozpin to do, then he would’ve been there from the moment Tyrian attacked. 

But he tells Clover immediately. Sure.

On the topic of Clover, I have to say this. I don’t like him. He’s really boring and I find myself caring for the rest of the Ace Ops way more than him. His weapon is dumb, his personality is just meh, but the positive is that his design is pretty cool. He has the Ace Ops uniform to tie him to his team, but with his own twist. I like all the good luck charms on his person, even if it does scream in your face that he’s meant to be lucky.

I’m sure no one was surprised when he said his Semblance was Good Luck. It’s as obvious as Qrow “Bad Luck Charm” Branwen and Leonardo “He’s the Cowardly Fucking Lion” Lionheart.

So that’s it for the episode. It’s certainly my least favourite of the Volume so far, given that it’s full of really annoying scenes that pull down the good, the fight with the Giest was over pretty quickly given how menacing they made it look in the trailer, and character moments that made me roll my eyes to the back of my skull.

Still better than “So That’s How It Is”, though.

Episode Rating: 6 / 10

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Snake Queen

Snake Charmer Part 3 of 3

Snake Charmer Part 2 of 3

Snake Charmer Part 1 of 3

Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: Deciding to become a South Side Serpent is the least of your worries as dinner with your mother and a drunken night come up.

Word Count: 3,602

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Notes: I’m writing a part 3, but if any pf want it published, just tell me. Also, sorry if this chapter wasn’t written very well 

When word got around that you were joining the Serpents, the younger members were thrilled. Some of the older ones were a bit skeptical, wondering if you were just joining because you were dating Sweet Pea. After about a week, though, that subsided. Especially, when you showed off your ability to pick up their pet rattlesnake without it biting you.

“So, first part of initiation is.  .  . taking care of Hot Dog?” You asked, looking up at Sweet Pea. You were both hanging out in his trailer when the Tall Boy came by with the dog.

“Yeah. Think you can handle it?” He teased, rubbing the dog between the ears.

“If I can handle a rattlesnake I think I can handle a dog.” You scoffed, letting him jump into your lap. Sweet Pea smiled, content with watching you pet a dog in his home. He always loved having you over because you brought with a feeling of home. Just watching you walk around the trailer or sitting next to him on the couch to watch movies was comforting enough.

“Hey, I was thinking.  .  .” Sweet Pea started, moving your attention from the dog to him. “That maybe we could hang at your place.” He said. You nodded your head, thinking it over.

“Sure. Now that you mention it.  .  . I don’t think you’ve ever been inside my house.” You said. You were right. Sweet Pea had only given you a ride back to your house, but had never actually come inside with you.

“I haven’t.” Sweet Pea agreed.

“Then it’s a date. And you can help me memorize those rules.” You brought up. Sweet Pea was proud to see you go through the initiation process, but a bit of him was worried, too. He knew what the last step was and he hated the idea of himself being at the end of the gauntlet, waiting for you.

“Sounds good.” He grunted, pecking your lips quickly before getting off his couch. “C’mon, let’s drop the dog off, then head to school.”

“You’re telling me to go to school?” You asked in shock. “Mr. I-skip-every-class.” You teased.

“And yet I still have a better grade in math than you do.” Sweet Pea smirked, pulling on a jacket and crossing his arms.

“Touche.” You grumbled, grabbing your backpack and Hot Dog’s leash to drop him off at your house for the day. You texted your mom once you were at school, informing her that you were having company.

Mothership: Is this your new boyfriend?

I never said I had a boyfriend.

Mothership: It’s pretty obvious.

Fine, yes.

Mothership: Can’t wait to meet him.

You bit your lip, wondering if she would approve of Sweet Pea or not. It wasn’t going to change how you felt or what you did, but you respected your mom and her opinions. She had it rough growing up, so she was very street smart and left you on a loose leash. You didn’t know how you were going to explain Hot Dog to her or the fact that you were joining the South Side Serpents. It wasn’t really a conversation you wanted to have.

“How are memorizing the rules?” Toni asked when she found you studying in the library. Class was normally disruptive, so you went there for some quiet time.

“They’re all pretty simple, so it’s not too hard. It’s the fourth one that trips me up because it’s so long.” You mumbled.

“I heard you and Sweet Pea are dating.” Toni brought up, and you could tell that was the main reason she was here. “Or you two just like making out on the side.” She teased. You let your head hit the table, earning a “shush” from the librarian.

“Keep it down, Toni. The whole school doesn’t need to know who I’m dating.” You hissed.

“Like it’s a secret? You literally hang off each other’s arms. And the kissing? If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were joining just for him.” Toni said, sitting down with you.

“I am not. That’d be such a stupid decision.” You shook your head. “But what about you? Are you finding any cute girls?” You asked, turning the attention on Toni.

“Not yet. And the boys in the Serpents aren’t too smart, so I’m avoiding those.” She smiled a little. “I’m happy for you, though. Sweet Pea likes you alot. So I’ll break your legs if you break his heart.” She threatened. You just smiled, knowing that it was serious but that there was no reason for it to be.

“It’ll be fine. We’re.  .  . testing the waters right now.” You told her.

“Sounds experimental. Just so you know, I said the same thing to Sweet Pea about you.” Toni said reassuringly.

“Aww, you’d break his legs for me? God, what’d I ever do to get such a friend.” You laughed, interrupted by the bell ringing.

“And that’s lunch.” Toni said, getting up from the table in the library.

“Are you sure you’re ok with meeting my mom tonight?” You asked, grabbing a couple notebooks out of your locker

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Sweet Pea asked, his backpack thrown over his shoulder.

“Because she’s scary and could bite your head off.” You said, warily.

“Are you worried about me meeting your mom?” Sweet Pea leaned over your shoulder, so you had to look at him.

“You two are just.  .  .” You thought about him, seeing a disapproving look on Sweet Pea’s face. One thing he hated more than people telling him what to do was you being embarrassed of him. He thought you were going to say, you two are just really different, but instead you said, “.  .  . really similar. Like it’s scary how much you’re like my mom.” Sweet Pea blinked, before grinning.

“You’re worried that she’s going to like me too much?” He asked, laughing. You blushed.

“Hey, it’s a real worry!” You exclaimed, pouting and balling up your fists. Sweet Pea patted your shoulder, pulling you under his arm.

“Let’s go, Sweet Cakes.” He laughed, walking out of school.

“Ok, Sweet Pea.” You said his name teasingly.

No one was home when you got to your house, but Sweet Pea was in awe. Plants were hanging everywhere in the run down house with bookcases against every wall. There were car and bike manuals out on the table with a half-full cup of coffee. Dirty work clothes littered the house and there was even a hammer in the wall.

“This is.  .  .” Sweet Pea started.

“Please don’t. I didn’t clean up at all.  .  .” You grumbled, looking around at the mess.

“It looks like a mess, but it looks like home.” He said, looking down at you. You smiled at that, setting your backpack over by the table.

“Want anything to eat? It’ll be awhile until my mom gets home.” You said, moving out of the way as Hot Dog came barrelling down your steps.

“I’ll wait.” Sweet Pea shrugged, sitting down on your couch, stretching out like a cat. You rolled your eyes, pushing on of his legs to the side so you could curl up next to him.

“Have you ever seen the original Dracula movie?” You asked.

“The black and white one? Hell no.” Sweet Pea shook his head.

“You have to see it! Here, I’ll go grab it.” You jumped up from the couch, going up stairs for two seconds and then running back down. You put it into the DVD player and turned it on. You went back to cuddling into Sweet Pea’s side with Hot Dog in the crook of your legs. Sweet Pea sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he leaned back to watch the movie. He had seen a couple black and white movies at the drive-in, but he wasn’t a movie buff. He glanced down at you and watched as you played with the rings on your fingers during the movie. This was comforting. Nothing to worry about. . .

“You two better not be doing anything on that couch.” Sweet Pea looked up to a see a woman in a pair of overalls with work gloves and her curly hair pulled back.

“Mom.” You groaned, sitting up from your leaning position.

“What’s this dog doing in here?” She narrowed her eyes at Hot Dog, who had his tongue out.

“I’m watching him for a friend.” You answered quickly, which wasn’t a complete lie. “And this is my boyfriend, Sweet Pea.” You introduced, pausing the movie and getting up from the couch.

“Sweet Pea? Peculiar name.” She commented, taking the boy’s hand in her own. He was surprised by the grip she had.

“Yeah.” He grunted, normally picking on someone who made fun of his name. Your mother looked him up and down before crossing her arms.

“Well, I never expected my daughter to be dating a Serpent.” She said. You were about to protest, but remembered that Sweet Pea’s tattoo was right on the side of his neck.

“Problem?” Sweet Pea narrowed his eyes.

“Not as long as you don’t hurt my daughter. I know Serpents take care of their own.” She rolled her pant leg up to show the double headed snake on her calf. Your mouth dropped and you felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head.

“You.  .  . you were a.  .  . you never told me?!” You exclaimed, in utter shock. Sweet Pea laughed. This was the last thing he expected upon meeting your mother.

“I never had to.” Your mother shrugged, rolling her pant leg back down.

“How could you not? How did I never see that? Why haven’t I ever seen you with them? What?” Your voice was getting higher and higher.

“Whose cars and bikes do you think I work on?” She rose a brow.

“Oh my god, my mom! My mom is a South Side Serpent!” You yelled. “You never told me!” You felt a bit upset about getting this information in the weirdest of times.

“Calm down. I was going to tell you eventually. I figured this would be a good of time as any, considering you’re going through initiation.” Your mom crossed her arms.

“How did you-”

“Think I didn’t notice you writing the Laws on your arm? Dog-sitting? Really? I’m not stupid. None of your friends have dogs.” Your mom pursed her lips.

“Are you.  .  . mad? Am I grounded or something?” You asked, curiously.

“No. It’s your life, but just know you can’t go back. Your boyfriend’s probably told you all about it.” She looked over at Sweet Pea. You looked between the two as they held a stare.

“Is this what a panic attack feels like. How did you ever adopt me?” You asked, feeling at a loss. Sweet Pea looked down at you.

“You’re adopted?” He asked.

“Yeah. Mom and Theresa adopted me.” You said absentmindedly. Your mother’s lips were in a tight line at the mention of Theresa.

“She passed away last year. Cancer.” Your mother explained to Sweet Pea, who nodded.

“My condolences.” He mumbled, feeling awkward now.

“How long have you been a Serpent?” Your mother asked.

“Long enough.” Sweet Pea answered. They stared at each other for a few more seconds as you flipped out internally.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sweet Pea.” Your mother nodded. “Let’s have some dinner before you two study.” She nudged your shoulder to make sure you were still there.

“Yeah, ok.” You grumbled, going into the kitchen to eat.

The rest of the time Sweet Pea was at your house was pleasant. You finally came out of your head and contributed to the conversation, mostly telling your mom to stop grilling him with questions. He actually helped you clean up the dishes and then you went up to your room to study, like your mom was telling you to do. You pulled out all your notebooks and opened the math book up.

“You good?” Sweet Pea asked, seeing you immediately get into your work, which wasn’t normal.

“I’m just.  .  . in shock is all.  .  .” You shrugged. “I just never expected.  .  . wow.  .  . and she’s cool with what I’m doing? I should be grounded for life or screamed at. What a family.” You laughed a little, setting your pen down and looking at Sweet Pea. “Thanks for not freaking out. I know my mom was asking for an argument a couple of times.” You sighed.

“No problem.” He cupped your face and kissed you. “So, wanna go to the bar for the second part of your initiation?” He smirked.

“Don’t tell my mom.” You whispered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He grinned.

Sneaking out was relatively easy because your mom had gone back into the shop to work on a few things. The Whyte Wyrm was packed. Everyone wanted to see the new initiate, especially the part with the dagger. Screaming at Tall Boy was the easiest part, having to keep your voice loud over the roar of people in the bar. He grinned when you finished perfectly, turning to the rattlesnake tank and giving the regular speech.

“No fair! The snake likes her!” Fangs shouted jokingly as you easily grabbed the dagger out of the snake tank. Everyone laughed, patting you on the back and bringing drinks for the celebration.

“You’re not out of the woods yet.” Tall Boy warned you. “There’s one last part of initiation.” He said.

“The gauntlet. I know.” You nodded. “And I’m ready.” You assured him, taking a sip of whiskey.

“Tomorrow night, then?”

“Tomorrow night.” You agreed.

“I’ll see you at the end of the gauntlet.” Tall Boy nodded, patting your back. Sweet Pea came up to you with another glass.

“You’re getting wasted tonight.” He said, taking your empty one.

“This’ll be so fun!” You cheered.

Waking up from your blackout was the opposite of fun. You were on your couch with a splitting headache and your stomach lurched. You looked around the room in a confused haze. You were about to get up when your foot kicked someone’s back. You heard a grunt and looked over the edge of your couch to see Sweet Pea on your floor. You were using his jacket as a blanket and he laid there in a t-shirt.

“What the hell happened?” You muttered, kicking his side again.

“Leave me alone.” Sweet Pea put his hands over his ears.

“Oh, so you slept over last night.” Your mom’s booming voice hit your ears and you buried your head in the pillow. “I’m going to work and ignore your hangover. If you stay home from school, you’re dead. Bye!” She said especially loud, making you both groan.

“Oh, my god, we have school.” You groaned, getting off the couch and almost falling over.

“Last night was insane.” Sweet Pea said, sitting up. A cold blast of air hit your stomach and you looked down, realizing you were only in your underwear and a bra.

“What the fuck happened last night?” You gasped, grabbing Sweet Pea’s jacket from the jacket.

“Did you see your tattoo, yet?” Sweet Pea asked, stretching his limbs. His hangover wasn’t nearly as bad as yours.

“My tattoo?!” You screamed, holding your head and running to the bathroom. Your mouth dropped when you saw the two snakes on your side with crowns on them. “Oh, god. I need a shower.” You groaned.

“I get it next!” Sweet Pea yelled, stumbling up from his stupor. You dressed as best as you could, covering your tattoo and trying to make yourself as presentable as possible. Both of you got to school with wet hair and tired eyes.

“Well, if it isn’t the queen of snakes!” Fangs shouted much louder than you would have liked. You grumbled, putting your hands over your ears.

“Ok, what exactly happened last night?” You seethed. “I blacked out.”

“Oh, we know.” Fangs said.

“Well, you got a tattoo. You climbed into the rafters and hung upside down with the rattlesnake around your neck.” Toni said, lips pursed.

“You also gave Toni a lapdance!” Fangs exclaimed. “Best. Part. Of the night.” You stared at them.

“I’m so sorry, Toni.” You buried your head in your arms, cheeks on fire. You didn’t see Sweet Pea and Fangs share grins with each other.

“It’s fine. You were actually pretty good.” Toni said.

“I need to sober up before the gauntlet tonight.” You shook your head. “Or I’m going to be down with one punch.”

“You’ll do fine.” Sweet Pea rubbed your shoulder, pulling you into his side again. “You just have to get back up after each punch.” He looked up at his friends. “If any of you hit her, I’ll kill you.” He threatened.

“They’re not letting us or you in the gauntlet. They know we’ll go easy on her. Tall Boy is the one that’s going to be delivering the final hit.” Toni told you both. Sweet Pea bit his lip. He didn’t think he could stand by and just watch you get the crap beaten out of you. He would probably run in their to save you. He had to remind himself that you weren’t a damsel in distress.

“I’ll see you guys there, ok? You’ll be there, right?” You asked at the end of the day, feeling worry creep up on you.

“Of course. All of us will be there.” Toni nodded, pulling you into a hug. Fangs bumped fists with you, wishing you luck as they left. Sweet Pea stuck with you, wanting to give as much support as he could. You had been dating a short while, but he felt more attached to you than he felt towards anyone else.

“You scared?” He asked, hanging out after school with you.

“A bit. The idea of walking down an aisle and getting beat up isn’t really appealing.” You said. “I can handle it, though. As long as I keep getting up, right?” You smiled.

“Yeah. As long as you keep getting up.” Sweet Pea sighed, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked around. It was getting dark and the clock was ticking. For a half an hour you rode around on his motorcycle, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. As the sun set you rode over to the meeting place, dismounting the bike. The walkway of Serpent members was intimidating and you noticed Fangs and Toni off to the side, at the end of the gauntlet. They nodded at you as Sweet Pea gripped your hand. He kissed your cheek before going down to the other side.

You took a breath, looking down the line. You recognized a couple members, but not the whole lot. You took your first step forward and the first hit landed right to your side. You almost fell over from surprise, gasping for air. Fangs grabbed Sweet Pea’s arm to stop him from moving forward. You continued to take another step, a fist hitting you in your face. The walk continued and you were struck more times than you could count. You continued to stand, though, never falling down. Your nose was bleeding and your lip was cut, a black eye accenting your face. There was a small cut on your cheekbone, aching like you wouldn’t believe. Once at the end of the gauntlet, you looked Tall Boy in the eyes, straightening your back. He nodded at your courage and punched you harder than anyone else. You spread your feet to balance yourself, not falling to the ground. Everyone was surprised, expecting you to collapse. At this point both Toni and Fangs were holding Sweet Pea by the arms. Your spat blood on the ground, looking back up and shaking hands with Tall Boy. Everybody clapped you on the back and complimented your bravery. Toni and Fangs both pulled you into hugs, looking over at your appearance. Sweet Pea pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever experience. He kissed your cuts and bruises, wiping blood from your face.

“What hurts the most?” Sweet Pea cupped your face. “You look like when I first met you.” He murmured. You smiled, pulling away.

“I’m ok, Sweets. I’m ok.” You laughed, seeing him relax a bit. Tall Boy offered you the jacket, which you took with pride.

“Two tattoos in two nights?” He joked, clapping your back.

“You bet. Why not?” You laughed, having Sweet Pea’s arm around your waist to hold you up.

“C’mon, Snake Charmer. Let’s get you inked up.” He laughed in return. You got the double headed snake on your forearm, opposite of the cobra and mongoose. Sweet Pea sat with you, watching with interest as Tall Boy painted ink to your body.

“I’ve never been more attracted to you.” Sweet Pea said afterwards, pulling you into his side. You wrapped an arm around him, stumbling a bit as you held an icepack to your cheek.

“That’s because you’re easy.” You rolled your eyes.

“Am not.” Sweet Pea nipped at your ear.

“Are too.” You laughed, leaning most of your weight on him. After the tattoo, you both went back to his trailer since it had the most privacy. You laid your head in his lap with an icepack as you both watched something random on the TV. You lifted up your shirt to see the two snakes on your side again.

“So the snake charmer is now the snake queen.” You joked, curled up in your new jacket.

“You’ve always been a queen.” Sweet Pea threaded his fingers through your hair, kissing your forehead. You stayed like that all night, content in the company of each other. Two snakes together at last.

#riverale #riverdale imagine #fanfiction #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #south side serpents #snake charmer #snake charmer part 2 #snake queen #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #tall boy #sss

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Just Say Yes - Part 1

Abraham Ford x Reader

There is just not enough love for Big Red, so here’s a new series for him <3 

Word Count: 1734

Warnings: Language, Canon-Divergence

The first time he saw her, he forgot to breathe. It wasn’t just her face or her body; it was her swagger. The confidence she carried as she walked across the lot from Barrington House made his whole face flush red and a weakness settle into his knees. Not realizing it, he bit down on his lip, his eyes on her hips as they moved back and forth as she sauntered down the path towards the trailer.

Jesus was sitting on the wooden steps and greeted her with a large grin and open arms. Abraham’s blue eyes were transfixed, unable to look away from the unknown girl sitting with their new compatriot. Abe drew in a deep breath, puffing out his chest and pushing his shoulders back.

A woman like that is gonna like a guy like me, he thought as he took his first steps towards her.

“Abraham,” he heard Rick call from ahead, “C’mon, he’s ready for us now,” Abraham grunted to himself in frustration and turned towards his brother in arms.

“This guy has got the timing of limp dick,” he mumbled breaking his gaze off the girl in the blue shirt.

When the meeting with Gregory was done, Abe emerged from the house already scanning the yard for the one he started thinking of as his girl. His eyes bouncing from body to body, searching for her (y/h/c) hair among the people in his view. Finally, he spotted her down by the blacksmith’s shop examining the horseshoes that were being pulled off the kiln.

Taking tentative steps, he headed towards the small shack of a stand while his mind furiously thought of something clever to say. As he approached, he saw her more clearly and knew he had to know who she was. Abraham felt a tingle growing in his thighs when he saw her laugh; her head thrown back without a care, a broad smile spread across her face as she delighted in something the blacksmith said.

Just as he stepped within earshot, the girl turned and started quickly walking back towards Jesus’ trailer. Halfway there, she actually broke into a sprint and even though he was disappointed, Abraham couldn’t help himself enjoy the view of her backside running away from him.

A small smirk played on his lips beneath his bristles, when he heard a snorted laugh behind him. Clapping a hand on his shoulder, Abraham turned to see Daryl standing behind him.

“What’s that for?” Abraham mused to the archer with a furrowed brow.

“Don’t you got Rosita waitin’ for you at home man? Maybe you shouldn’t be watching another woman walkin’ away like that,” Daryl nodded in the girl’s direction and Abraham’s smirk grew into a large grin.

“Listen here my friend, just because I got the cow at home, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate another glass of milk.”

Daryl shook his head and sighed. “I don’t know, seems like maybe you should just concentrate on what’s back there, and let that alone.”

“Just appreciating the view,” Abe said again, trying to not further provoke Daryl. He just wanted a chance to find out the girl’s name and get a look at her shining (y/e/c) eyes.

“Alright,” Daryl snorted a laugh. He started walking in the direction of Jesus’ trailer and Abe narrowed his eyes.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Abraham called out to Daryl.

Without turning around, Daryl responded, “Goin’ ta say hi. I ain’t got no one waiting at home,” He threw up a hand to wave and continue on to Jesus’ trailer.

Abraham grumbled low in his chest and realized he was balling his hands into tight fists. He liked Daryl well enough; they’d all been through a lot together. But right at that moment, he was ready to land a punch on the guy’s face.

“Abraham,” Rick’s voice called from behind him, “let’s get everyone together and head on back. I think we’ve made some progress with Gregory, but we should get home to be sure we’re ready for them.”

Abraham nodded, half hearing the instructions. His eyes were locked on Daryl and the girl in blue talking with Jesus.

 After getting the Hilltop’s offering loaded in the RV, Abraham went around the back of Barrington house to be sure the last of the crates made it in. While his attention was turned around to looking by the fences, he ran straight into her.

“Shit!” she muttered as her bushel of apples fell and scattered on the ground. As she bent down to collect them, Abraham quickly got down and helped her.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” Abraham apologized gathering the few remaining pieces and adding them to her small basket, “teaches me that I need to pay more attention.” He smiled at her and when she returned it, that tingle in his thighs started traveling into his groin.

“No worries, really,” she laughed, “I am a complete klutz.”

Abraham realized that he had no words. He was too enamored with her to come up with something clever to say in return.

“Me too,” was all he could manage, along with a somewhat goofy grin that spread across his face. His usual confidence was lost to her, yet she could maintain her composure.

“I’m Y/N,” she said, holding out one hand to Abe. He took to gently and pumped it once.

“Abraham,” he smiled and held her fingers for a second or two too long.

“You’re from the new community, right? I’m sorry, Paul told me, but I am blanking on the name…”

“Alexandria,” Abe answered and couldn’t help but stare at her. She really was quite beautiful, and there was something more about her that he felt drawn to; above the earlier swagger and the beautiful face… Abraham could hear Daryl’s words echoing in his mind, but Rosita seemed a million miles away, and this charming beauty was all he could seem to focus on.

“Right! Alexandria… I’ll remember it eventually,” she laughed and adjusted the basket to the other side. “Well, I better get this up to Gregory, he’s not exactly a patient man.”

She side-stepped Abraham but didn’t move enough to avoid brushing against his shoulder. He took her pause to his advantage and finally found the voice and confidence he’d had earlier.

“It was a magnificent pleasure meeting you Y/N, I sure do hope our paths cross again in this great new world,” he cringed internally at his lack of suave, but if she noticed her face didn’t show it.

Y/N slightly bit her lip and nodded at Abe before continuing her mission to bring Gregory the bushel of apples. Abraham watched her walk away, and didn’t miss the moment she turned slightly to see him still watching her.

“Well, what do you think about that?” Abraham muttered to himself before turning back in the direction he was going in. He pitched his shoulders back and reached into the interior pocket of his jacket. Pulling out a half-smoked cigar, he placed it between his teeth, struck a match and lit it.

 Packing up the RV, Abraham did one last scan of the yard to look for his girl. He let everyone board the transport while holding out hope of seeing her one last time.

Daryl approached and just as he was about to find a seat, the door opened to the main house and she walked out. As if sensing eyes on her, she looked up to see Abe staring her way.

A smile grew broad across her face as she threw him a wave. He raised a hand back to her with a nod. His cigar tucked into his teeth so the grin that he wore didn’t cause it to fall to the ground.

Daryl’s snort brought his attention around to the door behind him.

“What now?” he grumbled, suddenly sick of seeing Daryl’s face.

“Playin’ with fire, man. She’s not gonna take this well,” Daryl said, shaking his head. “You better duck when you go take care of your business, Rosita scares the shit outta me...”

“I’ll take care of my business, don’t you worry yourself, my friend,” Abe’s eyes were fixed on Y/N as he responded to the archer.

Daryl scoffed a laugh, also watching her walk away from the main house back to Jesus’s trailer. He placed his hand on Abraham’s shoulder and when the larger man turned to look at him, Daryl smiled.

“Look man, I’ll give ya a head start… But I ain’t givin’ ya that big of a head start.” Daryl found his spot in the RV and left Abraham standing alone.

Rick was the last one in. “Ready?” he asked.

“Just one minute sheriff,” Abe said as he walked over to where Y/N stood talking to Jesus.

“Hi Abraham, did you guys forget something?” Jesus asked looking at him curiously.

“Actually, I did,” Abe said and cleared his throat and shifted his look to her. Y/N was gazing at him and smiling, arousing a flutter in the big man’s gut. “I think you are downright one of the most beautiful creatures left on this here Earth, and the next time I come back around this way, I think I’d like to get to know you a bit better.”

Abe paused a second to spare a look at Jesus, whose brows were lifted high on his face in surprise. Y/N was blushing a smile, her eyes transfixed on Abraham.

“Well, Big Red, I think I would like that very much,” she smirked, openly flirting with him.

The RV’s horn sounded and Abraham threw a hand up in acknowledgment.

“Well, then I will be seeing you real soon,” he gave her a nod and turned to head to the waiting transport.

Once he was inside, he took the only open seat which just happened to be next to Daryl.

“That’s you handlin’ shit?” he asked, shaking his head.

“No, my friend, that’s me clearly taking that head start and running with it. You ain’t gonna win this one Dixon… not this time.”

As the RV rolled out towards home, Abraham passed one last look out the window at his girl. She was waving at him in the RV as it moved beyond the gates. Abraham rested his back against the cushion and grinned larger than he had in a long time and already plotting his return trip to The Hilltop.

#abraham ford x you #abraham ford x reader #abraham ford fan fiction #fanfic #fan fiction #abraham ford #abraham's army

[oftruths]

i can promise you that.

Word Count: 1,798

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, slight swearing

Summary: Reader is an actress who is cast in the second Spiderman film. While filming, Reader’s boyfriend admits some harsh news right before an emotional scene between Peter and Reader’s character. Tom notices that something is wrong and eventually comforts and cheers her up. This is somewhat platonic but can really be taken any way. Mostly angst but some really cute fluff

Notes: In light of the new Spiderman movie that is coming out in like, two days, here’s a little thing that I’ve been thinking of. I might do a small follow up one shot if you guys want! Feedback is super appreciated, too. Enjoyyy! 

PART TWO

"Sorry babe, I had to do a scene but I should be free for the next hour or so. Facetime?" 

 "Sure." 

 You excitedly pulled the phone away from your face and pressed the 'Facetime' button, your boyfriends face quickly popping up on the screen. 

 "Hi there, stranger!" you called out enthusiastically. 

 His expression, not quite matching yours, replied with a sombre, "Hey." 

 "Is everything alright?" 

You had been away from your hometown for months. Ever since you had been casted in the second Spiderman film as (Y/C/N), the new girl at Midtown High, your normal life had slowly disappeared. You couldn’t lie, everything was absolutely amazing. You and your cast mates clicked immediately and the perks that came with being in a Marvel movie were almost endless. 

Your boyfriend was still around, though. The two of you had made the effort to make this long distance thing work and so far, it had. You took every chance you had to fly home and see him and there was only a month left of filming. Soon enough, you'd be home in each others arms.

“I...” he let out a sigh. “No, it’s not, (Y/N).”

Your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Oh no. You knew that tone. Of course relationships don’t always work out but you thought that yours had been going so well. Did you miss something? Did you do something? ....did he do something?

“What’s going on?” you said after a moment of silence.

“I don’t want to sugarcoat this... but I know you’ve been under a lot of stress now that filming is wrapping up pretty soon so I don’t really know how to say it...” he sighed. “I can’t do this anymore, (Y/N). You’re just gone all the damn time and there’s this girl--”

“Wait, what?” you cut him off with a deadly whisper. “Have you been... seeing other people?” 

The silence coming from the other end told you everything. Your eyes became glassy as tears threatened to spill upon your cheeks. You set the phone down as you leaned on a table that was in your trailer. A million things were running through your mind but you just couldn’t believe that someone you had put so much trust in could just turn around and screw you over like that. 

“(Y/N), please. Listen to me for a--”

A knock could be heard from the door of the trailer and in came Tom Holland, looking as smiley as ever as he waved off someone he was talking to before giving his attention to you.

“Hey (Y/N/N), they told me to tell you to come down to the costume trailer...” he gave you a confused look. “Are you okay?”

“Who is that?” your boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend, called from the phone. 

You snatched the device and quickly ended the call before pressing the palms of your hands to your eyes. “Just dandy,” you lied before hopping off the table and uncovering your eyes. “Sorry, what did you need?”

“Lunch is over in about half an hour and we’re starting off with a scene between the two of us. They asked me to come get you,” Tom explained, not quite believing the fake composure you were putting on.

“Alright, thanks. I’ll be over in a minute.” You flashed him a smile as he returned it and quietly left your trailer. 

A giant sigh left your lips while you gathered everything you needed. Your phone was going off with text messages from your ex before you aggressively turned it off altogether. You were holding up well but it wouldn’t be long before all of your bottled emotions would explode and create a shit show. Until then, you swiped up your water bottle as you hastily left your trailer and headed for the costume trailer. 

“Okay so, for this scene, (Y/C/N) just watched her older brother die much like how it was for Peter and Uncle Ben. Her and Peter had made plans to work on their history project together and he finds her crying, right?” the director asked, just making sure you were still with her. 

You nodded even though you would rather be in your trailer, maybe eating a tub of ice cream and maybe crying on Zendaya’s shoulder but no. You refused to be unprofessional so here you were -- clad in an oversized sweater, hair thrown up in a strategically messy bun with waterproof mascara coating your eyelashes.

“Awesome,” she said with a smile. “And I want it to be raw. Don’t worry about what you look like because we’re not looking for pretty crying where there are a few tears before you throw yourself on the bed. I want the real kind where your eyes feel like they’re going to explode and your lips are stuck in this perpetual frown and everything just hurts, you know?

You took a deep breath before your lips quirked up in a sort of half grin. “Got it,” you said before taking your spot on the set. 

You leaned on side of your characters bed and pulled one of your knees up to your chest and the other leg laid straight as you held a pillow in your arms. The props people set crumpled up tissues around your body but you didn’t pay them any mind as you got into character. 

“Quiet on the set!” the director yelled. 

You couldn’t even think of what (Y/C/N) was going through. Your mind kept wandering back to what had happened only an hour ago. You couldn’t help but get angry, not only at your ex but also at yourself for believing that this long distance relationship could even work. It didn’t take very long for the tears to come rushing back to your face and this time, you just let go. 

The thoughts and voices in your mind became too overwhelming as you felt your cheeks becoming wet. Your face bunched up as you tried to hold back a sob but you did not prevail as you let out a cry while throwing the pillow across the room. Noises and sniffles came from your throat as you clawed at the collar of your sweater. You had completely forgotten you were filming a movie until you heard a door creak open. 

“Mom, I-I really don’t w-want...” you said before turning your head and stopping your words. “P-Peter. I... oh god.”

You scrambled up to your feet before picking up the tissues that littered the floor and threw them in the trash. You wiped your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, not quite sure what to do with him standing in front of you. “W-What... What are you doing here?” 

“Your um, dad let me up. I said we had a history project to do but then he told me... yeah. I just wanted to know if you were okay. --i mean, of course you’re not okay but i-it.. it gets better, I promise,” he said. 

Your hand balled up into a fist at his words. “How the hell would you know?” you angrily questioned. “How do you know what it feels like to lose your brother? Your best friend? Someone who shouldn’t have even died in the first place?” you snarled. “You don’t get to come into my room just to try and feed me lies, Peter! You can’t help me. No one can. He’s gone and he’s not coming back,” your voice broke as you started to cry again.

 “Just leave.” 

Peter was dumbstruck as you got angrier. “Leave,” you whispered once more as you watched him stride towards you and pull you into his chest. “Leave, leave, leave...” you sobbed as he held you tighter. 

You slowly gave up as your body shook. Peter led you to your bed and held you as you cried, rubbing his hands up and down your arms and back in an effort to soothe you. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, (Y/C/N),” he spoke, tucking your head under his chin. “My parents were taken from me when I was a really small kid. And that really sucked. Hell, I barely remember them. Then I started living with Aunt May and Uncle Ben and they basically became my parents, you know? I loved -- love them.... and next thing you know, Uncle Ben died. Everyone keeps telling me to this day that it wasn’t my fault and I never believed them. I still don’t. Not really, anyway,” Peter let out a shuddered sigh.

“The point is... I didn’t let any of that stop me from... being who I am today. If anything, it made me want to be a.. good person, even more. All of this sadness and hurt that you’re feeling right now? It won’t ever really go away but you learn to live with it. And it’ll be okay. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow and maybe not in a few months but it will. I can promise you that.”

Your tears had subsided as you listened to Peter’s speech. Somewhere in the midst of it all, the two of you had laid yourselves on the bed with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. The actress in you knew that the cameras were still rolling but you couldn’t help but find comfort in those words. You shifted your position before giving Peter a light squeeze and snuggling into his side. 

“Thanks,” you whispered, staring off into the distance. 

“No problem.”

The camera stayed on the both of you for a moment before panning to the window that led to a green screen.

“And cut! (Y/N) and Tom that was absolutely incredible. Let’s reset, do a few more takes and we’ll call it a day for this scene!” 

You closed your eyes for a brief moment before pushing off of Tom and sitting on the edge of the bed, your back facing all the cameras and lights. 

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” Tom asked, draping an arm over your shoulders. 

You shook your head before he pulled you into a hug. “He cheated on me,” you whispered into his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” your co-star growled in which you let out a laugh. 

“It’s fine,” you said, pulling away and looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “I think I’m gonna be okay,” you sighed. “I mean, I’m filming this awesome movie on this phenomenal set with crazy talented people,” your hand reached up to cup the side of his neck as a soft smile was placed on your lips. 

“Why mope around when I have people like Peter Parker?”

Tom grinned before leaning forward and kissing your forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he nudged your heads together. “And me,” he pointed out. 

“Yeah, you too.”

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #spiderman imagine

[imagininghim]

More than you can handle

A/N: The reader is legal age (18/19).

THIS IS NSFW.

You and FP always had this love/hate relationship but when he saw you walking in with Archie Andrews, the sheriff's kid, Moose Mason and Joaquin he was feeling more hate than love.

You all walked over to the pool table as Joaquin lined up the balls. Some Southside Serpents were looking you up and down but you paid them no mind. All that was on your mind was a certain leader named FP Jones.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Archie said tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah?” I questioned as I turned back to Archie.

“It’s your turn,” I glanced over my shoulder to see FP standing on the top of stairs with his eyes on me. I smirked to myself as I put on Archie’s shoulder.

“Would you mind showing me what to do?” I questioned with an innocent look as Archie began to blush uncontrollably as he nodded his head and positioned himself behind me. I intentionally pressed my backside against Archie as he began to stutter. As Arch explained how to shoot, Moose tapped on his shoulder as Archie and I stood.

“I think that’s one of them,” Moose explained as he pointed at on of the Southside Serpents. Archie nodded his head along to what Moose said as he began to walk over.

“Oh shit,” I heard Kevin call as Archie pulled on the older man's shoulder.

“Hey,” The man turned around looking as shocked as we did at Archie’s sudden bravery as he quickly changed it to anger and annoyance.

“What? You got a death wish?” The older biker said as Joaquin told Archie to back off. Archie ignored Joaquin as he began interrogating the man.

“You like beating up teenagers?” Archie questioned as the biker’s face filled with rage. The man pushed Archie as Archie pushed back as the biker threw Archie on the pool table as I stared in shock.

“Archie!” I yelled as the man raised his fist but before he could throw any punches a familiar voice boomed from the top of the stairs.

“Hey!” The man instantly stopped what he was doing to look up and see FP looking furious. “That’s enough Mustang. Let em’ go,” FP said as Mustang released his grip on Archie as I walked over to him and helped him up.

“Are you okay?” I whispered to him as Archie nodded his head in response as FP spoke again.

“I’ll take care of them,” He said as he stood in front of Archie and I. I stared FP down as he did the same. “Alright, let’s go,” FP said as he pointed behind us. I took a hold of Archie’s arm as I noticed a flash of jealousy come across FP’s face as we headed out. We reached the door as Moose and Kevin went on ahead as FP called out to Archie and I. “Not you Red,” FP said as Archie and I sighed.

“What?” Archie questioned annoyed as we turned back to face him.

“I called your dad. I’m not having you start fights and snoop on the wrong side.” Archie sighed as his dad’s truck pulled up behind us.

“Come on, Archie.” Archie sighed as he turned back to face his dad.

“Come on, (Y/N). We’ll give you a ride home.” I smiled as I went to answer as FP spoke for me.

“No, that’s fine. I’ll get her home safely,” FP said as Archie gave him an annoyed look before looking back at me.

“Thanks for the offer Archie. I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” I said as I wrapped my arms around Archie’s neck as he did with my waist as he pulled me into a hug. “See you later, Mr. Andrews,” I said as I waved at Archie’s dad.

“Here,” Archie said as he handed me his letterman jacket.

“Arch, I can’t,” I said as Archie smiled.

“It’s okay, I can get it tomorrow. I don’t want you to freeze.” Archie said as I smiled and thanked him. Archie began to head over to his dad’s truck.  I watched as Archie and his dad drove off down the road as I turned back to FP to only find him staring back at me.

“What?” I said annoyed.

“What was that?” FP questioned as he narrowed his eyes down at me.

“What was what?”

“That hug with the Andrews kid,” FP said as the hint of jealousy laced his tone.

“What? We’re just friends. It’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything. I can hug who I want when I want,” I scoffed as I turned and began to walk away.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” FP questioned as he followed me down the road as I continued walking.

“As far away from you as I can get,” I said as I heard FP growl and his hand take a hold of my wrist as he flipped me around and pinned me up against the brick wall.

“The hell you are!” FP said as I felt his hot breath on my face.

“Let go of me,” I said as FP smirked.”

“If you want me to stop then just say so and I will,” I stayed quiet as FP smirked again as he chuckled. “That’s what I thought,” FP said as he pressed his lips against mine as I kissed him back. I smiled into the kiss as FP’s hands moved from my wrists to my waist. We broke away from the kiss as FP began kissing my neck.

“Mmm, FP,” I moaned as he smirked into my neck as he began to suck my sweet spot. FP pulled away from my neck as I whimpered.

“Let’s go back to my place,” FP said as I nodded my head. FP began to head back over to his truck as I followed closely behind. FP opened the door for me as I climbed in. He closed the door behind me as he walked to the other side and climbed in as he started the truck with a smirk before pulling off and heading in.

Soon enough, we arrived in the trailer park as FP pulled in front of his trailer as we climbed out. I smiled as I felt FP’s lips reconnect to my neck as his hands roamed my body. I decided to tease him as I walked away from his embrace.

“Thanks for the ride but I think I can make it back to my place from here,” I said as I began to walk down the sidewalk as I heard FP sigh as he began to walk behind me.

“Do you think I’m just going to let you go that easily?” I smirked as I nodded my head.

“I do actually, what are you going to do about it?” I questioned as I could see lust begin to cloud over his eyes.

“This,” FP said as he lifted me up and walked me to the back of his trailer where we wouldn’t be seen. FP slammed my back against the trailer as he pressed his lips roughly back to mine. I moaned into the kiss as he took this as an advantage to slide his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, he won. We broke the kiss as he moved his lips to my neck as he laid me back onto the ground. I pushed at his jacket as he slid it off and laid it on the ground. He slid his hands under my top as he began to massage my boob.

“Fuck FP,” I moaned as he chuckled against my neck. “Fuck the foreplay,” I said as FP pulled away from sucking my sweet spot on my neck as I smiled.

“Fine but first,” FP began as he pushed Archie’s jacket off my shoulders before throwing it behind him. “Get rid of this shit,” He said as I rolled my eyes.

“You always were a jealous dick,” I said as FP undid his belt before doing the same with his pants and pushing them down.

“And don’t you forget it,” I smiled as he leaned down a bit and tapped on the back of my thighs. “Jump,” I did as he said as he stopped from going any further.

“You’re on the pill, right?” I nodded my head as he slid my skirt up to my waist before moving my underwear to the side as he moved the head of his cock in between my folds, instantly wetting the tip of his cock before sliding into me. I gripped his shoulders as he let me adjust to him.

“Mmm, FP… Move,” I whispered into his ear as he began to thrust slowly at first before beginning to pick up his pace. “Fuck FP, harder!” I moaned aloud as he slammed my hips against the trailer as he began to pound into me. I clung to his shoulders as FP reconnected our lips into a rough sloppy kiss. I felt my orgasm begin to near as I broke our kiss.

“FP, I’m close,” I moaned as I felt FP reach between us and began to massage my clit.

“Ohhh… YES! FP, I-I’M… C-COMING!” I screamed out as FP slammed into me one more time as my walls tightened around his cock.

“F-fuck,” FP groaned into my ear. FP leaned his head onto my shoulder as he began to remove himself out of me as he slid my skirt back down.

“Ahh, you were alright,” I said with a smile as FP shot me a look. I giggled as FP began to fix himself back up as I spoke again. “I’m kidding,” FP smiled at me as I walked over to where he had thrown Archie’s jacket before sliding it back on. “Well, I guess I should be going,” I said as I began walking past FP.

“Hey, wait,” FP said as I stopped and turned around. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? I can drive you home in the morning to get changed and then to school,” I smiled at FP.

“That sounds great,” I said as FP looked down and smiled.

“But only on one condition,” I looked at FP confused as he continued. “You exchange that,” He began pointing at Archie’s jacket. “For this,” He said as he held up his Southside Serpent jacket. I smiled at him before nodding my head and sliding off Archie’s jacket and putting FP’s on. FP smiled as he grabbed my hand and spoke up. “Come on, let’s go home,” He said as we headed into his trailer.

#fp jones #Smut #FP Jones smut #riverdale #archie andrews #skeet ulrich #kj apa #moose mason #kevin keller #joaquin #southside serpents #imagine FP jones #fp jones dirty imagine

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Tremors Zootopia CH 2 "Goodbye Perfection"

After their meeting with Judy Hoops, Nick and Finnick pulled into the small town of Perfection and parked right outside the convenience store that was “Grey’s Market”. It was the only store in Perfection. The owner, Gideon Grey, another fox, was fair with his prices and everyone didn’t complain but when it came to bargaining, he was a force. Nick couldn’t remember how many times he traded something with Gideon, that seemed like junk to him, only to turn around and see Gideon turn it into a profit. He could recall one memory when he had turned eighteen and found a large refrigerator that could hold refreshments. Nick managed to fix it up, cover the rust with paint, and had it in perfect working condition. When Gideon noticed he offered Nick, one hundred and fifty dollars. Two weeks of working odd jobs and he would have never gotten close to that amount, without a second thought he sold it. The next day, he found out to his dismay that Gideon had been using it to store the alcohol and soda pops. Before, the animals were used to drinking their liquids warm, but once Gideon plugged in the machine he had made double of what he paid for it in one day. If Nick would have kept it, he would have gotten a business going and would have left Perfection within a year of savings. The market was made out of wood and painted red, but over the years, the intense heat and constant dirt storms peeled and dulled the paint down. Even the logo that spelled “Grey’s Market” in yellow, looked sick and nauseating. It was as if they were walking back in time to the Wild West. Nick slammed the truck door close, not even bothering to lock it as he made his way to the market’s porch and to escape into its cool shade. His eyes fell onto Weselton, a weasel who wore jerseys and shorts everyday, practicing with a basketball that needed to be pumped with air. He lived in an old trailer home, right in town, with fake grass and knickknacks thrown across the yard. He lived with his parents, which Nick thought was humiliating and sad since they constantly abandoned him to go to Vegas and gamble. Sometimes for weeks. To pass the time, Weselton dribbles with his basket and annoys the town with his stupid pranks.

Finnick cast a glare at Weselton, who was busy throwing the basketball onto Grey’s truck to notice, until he was called out. “Hey you slimy weasel! If you touch this truck, you’re dead!”

Weselton snorted, bringing the basketball to his chest. “Ooo, I’m shakin’!” He said in his nasally voice. Every time Nick heard it, he couldn’t help but cringe. Once, Finnick saw him throw his basket ball right at their truck and broke their side mirror. He was so angry, Nick had to pull him away from Weselton in fear that he might break his bones. Instead, they agreed he’ll work off the damage by helping in a few odd jobs to pay for it. Ever since then, if Weselton ever stood within ten feet of it, Finnick would run out and chase him off.

The loud squeaks of the door signaled everyone inside of their arrival. Gideon Grey, the pudgy owner was behind the counter, organizing and taking inventory, half-listening to one of his regulars. On the other side of the counter was the even pudgier Benjamin Clawhauser, the hefty cheetah and his wife, Honey Badger, a badger…which was obvious. She was dressed head-to-toe in camo gear and always had a gun on her. Honey and Clawhauser were two survivalists, they came to Perfection to await the upcoming apocalypse. They were a friendly couple but a little paranoid, who loved two things, their guns and their MREs (Meal, Ready to Eat). Clawhauser was counting bullets on the counter while his wife, Honey, was busy complaining about the cartridges that came in for them.

“No, Giddy, this isn’t what I ordered. I ask for hollow points, these ain’t hollow points.” She said, pushing them away towards him. Once Gideon noticed Nick and Finnick, he immediately turned around and got them two cold drinks, placing them on the counter in front of two empty seats. Nick was glad to rest his tail and relax after a long morning. Clawhauser gave him a friendly smile as he puts the bullets away.

“Hey guys, what have you been up to?” He asked.

Nick took a sip of his soda before answering boredly. “Meet some college student, Julie.” His head jerked forward when Finnick slapped the back of his head.

“It’s Judy. Judy Hopps. She is getting some strange readings on her little machines out there.”

Honey Badger lifted her head up, eyes wide, which meant to everyone she was going to begin on a new conspiracy theory. “Shoot, well those kids might find oil or uranium out there! Next thing we’ll know the feds will be knocking on your door saying “Sorry pack your bags!” and so begins…Primal War 3”

Clawhauser gently patted Honey’s shoulder. “Down, Honey. Down.”

Nick smirked, giving them a sleepy gaze. “Yeah, Honey, from the way you worry you might give yourself a heart attack before you get to survive Primal War 3.”

Everyone laughed, while Honey gave him a patient smile. They had known eachother for years, close as most friends. Just then, the compressor of Grey’s fridge let out a chugging and high pitch squeal. The fridge rocked from its own noise as if it was ready to explode or die on the spot.

“Hmm, must be the Bearing right Nick?”

“Must be.” He replied, heading towards it. He had worked on that machine for months and considered it his greatest achievement but Finnick cut him off.

“But we can’t fix it now, we got to get going to Lionheart’s place.”

Nick’s shoulder sagged and turned back to the group. “Right. We got to get plan ahead. Finnick explained it to me.” As they headed out the door, Nick noticed a beautiful, decorative piece of art made out of iron. It was in a shape of an ox head and attached to it was a price tag of thirty dollars. Nick pointed it out.

“Gideon, what is this?” He asked in disbelief.

Honey popped in. “Isn’t it nice? We bought two and placed them in the rec room.”

Nick’s eyes lowered and went up to Gideon. In a low and quiet voice he whispered. “We sold them to you for three bucks a piece!”

Gideon responded with a deadpan look. “And I appreciate it, friend.”

Nick, was once again, hustled out a large amount of cash because he thought he was hustling Gideon by selling it to him by twice the price he thought they were worth. They were ugly and worn, but Gideon managed to buff it out and make it into something desirable. His envious thoughts were interrupted by the blaring alarm of their truck. Finnick and Nick ran outside to see a sulking weasel sneaking off with his basketball.

“Hey Weselton! What I told you about the truck!” Finnick shouted angrily, waving his fist towards him. Wesealton ears went back in fear and shook his head.

“I didn’t do nothin’! Your truck is malfunctioning…or something.”

Finnick snorted and waved him away, not wanting to deal with him. Nick chuckled when they went inside the truck.

“Why don’t his parents ever take him to Vegas?” He asked, Finnick gave him a glance.

“Do you really have to ask that question?”

Nick put the truck in reverse. “Would save us some headache.”

The loud rumple of the bulldozer shook in mighty vigor with Finnick on the wheel. Even if he was too short to reach the pedals, he compensated by maneuvering it with a broken broom stick. Nick was picking up the smaller garbage thrown about in Lionheart’s backyard which served as a junkyard of sorts. The metal stays but paper and other unmentionables had to go. Nick had his nose and muzzle covered by a hoofkercheif, to block some of the dry manure-like smell. He picked up an old black garbage bag only to fall to pieces right on his feet. He let out a grunt and tossed the plastic down in frustration. It was time for a break. Nick collapse on a broken down chair in the yard, marinating in the sun from the flood of sweat drenching his fur. He eyed Finnick lazily as he turned off the machine to join in. Nick reached inside a broken toilet taking out two cans of (very) warm sodas, tossing one to Finnick as he sat down on a abandoned couch next to him. The click and sizzle of the cans filled the air, making Nick speak up.

“Well, I tell you something Finny…no animal pick up garbage better than we do.” He said, glancing at Finnick, who took a sip from his can.

“Yup.” He answered non chalantly.

Nick sighed. “Come on, this is low. We are better than this, garbage collecting? We have got to set out sights on something better.”

Finnick rubbed his temple. “Anything is better than this, I admit, what you got in mind?”

Nick attached the septic tube into the open channel right outside Wesealton’s family trailer home. The large rusted septic take rumple as it began sucking in large amount of feces that collected over the months. Finnick cranked the nuts and bolts into the tank, not wanting any cracks to show, to avoid any leaks.

“When you said we should do something else, I didn’t expect this!” Finnick shouted over the heavy noise. “Hey Wesealton, why don’t you help us out? This is your crap anyway!”

Wesealton was sitting on a plastic chair, watching the two foxes work. He ignored Finnick and turned to Nick. “Hey Wilde! Why don’t you run to the store and get me a pack of beer, I’ll pay ya when you get back.”

Nick snorted as he walked back to Finnick. “Not on your life, Weselton!”

He lurched foreword almost losing his balance on his chair. “Wesealton! Duke Weseal-ton!”

Finnick had his arms crossed as he glared at Nick, normally they avoided this job for “obvious” reason. “This is “the” worst idea, you had ever had!”

Nick leaned back and crossed his own arms. “I don’t see you coming up with any ideas! All you do is drag your little feet!” He said defensively.

Finnick growled and moved his paws to his waist, holding a dominant stance. Something that foxes do when trying to win an argument. Nick swiftly mimicked him, not wanting to stand down.

“Are you going to say that to my face, Wilde? That the reason we are still in Perfection is because of me? Do you know how close I am to leaving this place!”

“Alright I’ll take that bluff, how close?”

Before Finnick had the chance to shout it out, the septic tank erupted, leaking right out of the hose and covering the two foxes in a shower of…unmentionable. The two foxes backed away from the onslaught of the spray but it was too late. Nick and Finnick shouted out curses and profanities while Wesealton pointed and laugh at their misfortune. Nick growled, that was his breaking point. He can be hustled out of a profit, he can be paid less than minimum wage, he can chop firewood but being covered by Wesealton’s own dung? That was enough for him to finally leave. Once cleaned up, scrubbed and sanitized, Nick packed their belongings into the back of the truck while Finnick strapped them in with cables. Leaving behind their small trailer home and other furniture they couldn’t fit in the truck.

“Why are you bringing the vacuum cleaner?” Finnick asked as he jumped down from the truck.

Nick shoved the machine inside. “I like this vacuum cleaner.” He retorted, opening the passenger side door.

“I never seen you use it!”

“It’s good for parts!”

Finnick took the wheel and the foxes speed away down the dirt road. They agreed not to tell anyone of their leaving because it would cause them to try to keep the two in Perfection and even Nick didn’t want to admit, that even though they appeared to be loners and shifty characters, but they were actually two softies. One ask and they’ll accept, it was their greatest weakness and also if they get free food and drinks along with it. They drove down the town and they didn’t want to stop until they saw a little shrew, waving them down frantically.

“Oh boy, there’s Fru Fru, I’ll notice that huge wig anywhere.” Nick said, Finnick sighed and slowed the truck down.

“I bet she wants us to chop firewood again.”

“You mean chop toothpicks?”

Finnick stopped the truck in front of their massive mobile home, they could never understand how a small shrew could live in a home 100 times her size. Nick got out of the truck to meet with Fru Fru, helping her climb on his paw to talk in eye level.

“Sorry Fru Fru, we aren’t chopping firewood today, we’re leaving town.” He said with a smirk. His ears perked when he heard a small noise. Boing. Boing. Boing. He smiled when he saw Fru Fru’s daughter, Mindy, bouncing on her pogo stick. Finnick leaned his head out when he heard the familiar noise. Her daughter, about ten years old, always had a number in mind to break her personal record.

“Hey Mindy!” Called out Finnick. “What’s the count?”

“Six hundred and thirty-four!” She squeaked out, not losing any momentum. Fru Fru tossed her hair back, placing her small paws on her hips.

“Oh sure!” She said in a high pitch voice, not believing them. They had said the same thing for years and they still stuck around. That was until she saw their belongings in the back. “Oh my stars! You are!”

Nick nodded still holding his grin, but Fru Fru glasp her little paws together.

“Oh but I need your help fellas! I have a big order to fill and I need to build a new pottery kiln! It will only be a month’s work!”

“Sorry Fru Fru, we really can’t!” Finnick replied, trying to stick to the plan.

“Well you heard him Fru Fru.” Nick put her down, making her jump down to the ground. She dusted her working dress slightly.

“What if I throw in lunches?”

Nick gulped and turned to Finnick, he usually has the final say. Fru Fru noticed their hesitation and added. “And cold sodas.” She said in a sing songy voice. Nick cringed at Finnick. The truck raced down the dirt road with Finnick cheering behind the wheel with Nick laughing beside him.

“We did it! We beat temptation!” Finnick said holding the biggest grin Nick had ever seen. Nick leaned back, putting his paws behind his head.

“Never thought I see the day. We are finally free from this dump.”

“You know it, it might be hard getting an apartment in the city but we’ll figure something out.”

“Oh right.” Nick’s ears lowered but he had a little bit of optimism. “I’m sure we won’t live under a bridge.”

Finnick sniffed and look ahead towards their new life. They were already 15 miles passed the line of Perfection and were already seeing signs of civilization, the tall power lines and towers stretched across the road. Finnick looked up at them as glimmering hope of a new life and saw a lone animal working on one of them.

“Now that’s one job I will never do, anything around eletrictity.” He said, pointing up to the figure as they drove right next to the tower.

Nick squinted his eyes through the glaring sun. “Hey, is that Bellweather?” Bellweather was the bum of the town, she slept under the stars wearing the same wool coat everyday. She acted sweet most of the time but when she gets drunk, she goes on a massive rant against predators. “Predators must die! Prey will rule the races!” Nick thought that was a little strange but the townfolks just ignored her threats as a drunk’s antics.

“Nah, couldn’t be…” Finnick replied but he looked back up again. “How can you be sure?”

“No it’s her! I know that coat anywhere! Hey stop the truck.” Finnick rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Can’t believe this crap.” He drove to the trunk of the tower and parked the truck. The two foxes got up and sure enough, they recognized the female sheep. Nick cupped his paws around his mouth and shouted.

“Hey Bellweather! What are you doing up there!”

Finnick scratched his head and yelled out. “Get down before you hurt yourself!”

Bellweather sat at the half point of the tower but it was at least a few floors high. Nick and Finnick glanced nervously at each other when they got no response from her. Finnick chewed the inside of his mouth as Nick rubbed the back of his head.

“Well…shoot, guess we have to leave her up there, let’s go Finny.” He said, heading back to the truck.

“Are you serious?”

Nick turned around. “I was just kidding! But…we can’t leave her up there.”

“Yeah…you’re right, it wouldn’t be right if we leave her. She’s probably stuck.”

“Probably.”

They both stood side by side in silence until they meet eachother’s eyes, each putting up a fist. With a few shakes, Nick threw scissors and Finnick threw rock. Nick tilted his head up at Bellweather.

“Thanks Dawn, thanks a lot.” And he started climbing. He was muttering under his breath the whole time he climbed up. “Stupid racist sheep, have to drag my tail to drag yours down?…what bad luck. Right when I was leaving this dump.”

He reached up on the bar right below Bellweather. “Alright, just take my paw and-!” He retracted his paw, almost losing his balance from the sudden shock. Bellweather was slumped against the metal bars, her mouth slightly open and her eyes dull. She sat motionless on the tower, dead.

——————————————- I hoped you enjoy!

#zootopia #Nick wilde #Judy hoops #Wilde hopps #finnick #assistant mayor bellweather

[lavila27]

Downton Abbey: the movie

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne!” 

Full of emotion and fan satisfaction, the television show of Downton Abbey came to a beautiful conclusion. With tears of joy and sadness, I watched the final episode one week before seeing the new film. It ended very well (which rarely happens with tv anymore), so naturally I became apprehensive if the movie would live up to the expectacion it had set for itself. Of course, as any fan would know, Downton Abbey is different. It’s a cut above the rest. Rarely does a series go on to make a feature film but this one did. For this reason, I was feeling confidently optimistic.

***SPOILERS AHEAD***

I suppose this is a little off topic but I remember when each new Harry Potter film came out. There was a special feeling each time the iconic “Hedwig’s Theme” would slowly start and we would pick up where we left off as if meeting an old friend again. I cannot explain how happy I was that Downton Abbey began in a similar fashion. The first few notes of the theme song played and I was instantly brought home to Downton. It was really quite a perfect beginning with a mix of subdued familiarity and new excitement. What is this message? Who is from? Who is it for? Of course we all knew where it was going. And just like that, we see Mr. Barrow and the staff of Downton. I’ll be honest, the goosebumps and happy tears weren’t far away.

I appreciate that the film got off to a running start with everyone and everything right where we left them. The characters were living their normal lives joyfully uprooted by the news that the King and Queen would be visiting Downton Abbey! I applaud the talented Mr. Julian Fellowes for coming up with a brilliant premise for this movie. What better way to rejoin our upstairs and downstairs family but to follow them on this journey? Certainly with a royal visit there would be much to do and each character would most definitely be highlighted. There would be the formalities of the Crawley Family: planning, hosting, and attending all the royal events. And all of the staff would have great responsibility that would be of utmost importance during such a time: seeing to every corner of the house for cleanliness, perfecting food and serving, seeing to every task with great detail and efficiency. Everyone would need to be at the top of their game. 

One of the thoughts that passed through my head as each storyline developed was: well, this has to wrap up within two hours!  I enjoy a bit of drama as much as the next person but waiting an entire season or even two or three for an arc to sort itself out can be torturous for emotionally-invested fans. The freedom and justice for Mr. & Mrs. Bates… a happy ending for Edith… Daisy to stop whining… fans waited a long time for all of these things over 6 seasons. So when Tom got mixed with a troublemaker or Daisy made her beau jealous or Anna noticed items were stolen or Edith’s dress turned into a disaster or the Downton staff and royal staff butted heads or Mr. Barrow was arrested or a mysterious maid was in the middle of an heir scandal…..I was relieved to know that all loose ends would be tied sooner rather than later. 

I must say that there was a comfort in the transition from television to movie. It felt as if I was watching another episode, like normal, on my couch at home (partly because of the luxury recliners at my local theater) but on a larger scale. I liked knowing these characters and even the storyteller well enough to know where everything was going. I think it’s refreshing to mostly see the next part coming before it happens. The storytelling is seamless and naturally progressing, it’s so easy to enjoy a movie like this! Often times, shock value comes at a cost of mediocrity in other parts of a project. How many times have you watched a movie that had an awesome ending but you’ll probably never see it again? That’s because the end doesn’t justify the means. Downton Abbey is a guilty pleasure for a reason. Yes, it’s basically a british soap opera but rich in content. It’s self-indulgent to see the love story develop, the underdog prevail, good beat evil, and know an end is never really over. 

I was so glad to see the entire cast come back together for this. Personally I think any one of them would have been noticeably missing. Albeit tiny, I had hope that maybe Matthew or Edith would make an appearance in a dream or flashback. Or a visit from Rose. After seeing the movie though, I’m fine without having that. It was splendid just the way it was. Plus, it was focused mostly on being cheerful during the duration of the film. I was also thrilled to see where their lives picked up at. I suspect around three years had passed. The Bates’ son was a toddler, Mary’s new child had been born, and Daisy and Andrew were talking about getting married. Now with where we’re leaving it, it would be a joy to see what happens if/when we ever meet these characters again. 

Now as for some favorites: The opening segment was among my favorite scenes. I suppose mostly because I was in disbelief that this was actually happening but as I said before I really did love the way it was set up. The music, the escalation of wonder watching the transportation of this letter, the cinematography of “Downton Abbey” aka Highclere Castle, and the introduction reintroduction of old characters! I practically wanted to do intro applause for all of them. I couldn’t stop smiling for a solid five minutes into the movie. 

Did anyone else get a kick out of seeing Maggie Smith and Imelda Staunton at odds again? I’m not sure if it was intentional or maybe I’m just reaching a bit, but was that a Harry Potter reference thrown in there? When Lady Bagshaw and Violet greet each other in front of the house one of them say something like, “I hope this visit will be better than the last time we saw one another.” As we know, the last time the two actresses were on screen together, it was in the middle of a war. 

Speaking of scenes that remind me of Harry Potter, I rather enjoyed the secret meeting of the Downton staff to take back the house. There was something epic about it but in great spirits! Similarly, the scene where Molesley says that it was the Downton staff that were serving. I didn’t know whether to beam in pride for Molesley’s pride, to look away from the poor fellow’s misery, or just as I did… laugh to tears at the awkwardness! Might I add, I also loved seeing the staff’s etiquette at it’s very best. When the women saw the men off to serve the King and Queen for dinner, I nearly wept at the honor shining through. 

Although I was tremendously disappointed to see so little of Matthew Goode, I am grateful that he was featured at all. His scenes were worth the wait though! It seems like such a small detail but I rather liked seeing him run up the stairs to his wife. Seeing them reunite and kiss just shows how much this couple truly love and care for each other. And how could I not mention the ball as one of my favorites? The pomp and circumstance of it all! I got chills watching the dancing and hearing the music. I didn’t think I’d ship Tom with anyone else but I actually really like Lucy. I like her story and the chemistry the two have together. The footage of them dancing was gorgeous! 

Possibly my favorite scene of the whole film was the heart-to-heart conversation between Mary and her beloved granny. The tears were so heartfelt, who could not cry? That whole scene felt so true and real. I thought it was a beautiful way to end along with the final bit between Mr. & Mrs. Carson. Downton will go forward, the Crawley family will remain, and all will be well. 

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?” Surely not! It goes without saying but I highly recommend racing over to your local movie theater to see Downton Abbey while it’s still in cinemas. You have to see this movie on the big screen. It really added to the already exquisite pageantry. Buy tickets here and check out the trailer below!

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