#yes she is tied up bc how else are you gonna put the ears on her

[phantom-path]

Happy Easter! 

Just a little joke from the discord server heheh, Eggravalima lol :)

#I may have rushed it at the end bc I got distracted for a bit #they all got little bunny ears which is nice they match #yes she is tied up bc how else are you gonna put the ears on her #don’t know what else to say about it #she just looks mad and the brothers are having fun #tpn demons #tpn lewis #tpn sonju #tpn legravalima

[theweasleysredhair]

When Sparks Fly [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1891

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “You’re scared of fireworks?” “Scared is an understatement.” In which Fred plans a birthday surprise for his girlfriend without the crucial knowledge that she is terrified of fireworks.

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I bloody loved this request

also to the requester: I hope I got this right bc I actually adore fireworks so I had to get myself into the mind-frame of being scared of them to write this so fingers crossed I did an okay job. enjoy my love!

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“What are you talking about now?” Ron asked the twins as they were chatting about something loudly.

“It’s my Y/n‘s birthday next week,” Fred announced. “And we’ve got something spectacular planned,” George grinned, folding his arms over his chest.

You smiled at them and shook your head with a laugh, “I’m kinda worried what the two of you are working on to be honest. You’ve both been awfully mysterious about it all.”

“Oh don’t you worry about a thing, love! Things are gonna take off,” Fred replied with a smirk, “Gonna have a cracking-”

“-Absolutely sparkling-“ George added.

“Time,” they finished the sentence simultaneously.

You smiled at them, hearing a few chuckles from the others as they wandered away, heads bowed together as they conspired about something or other.

“Shit,” you said as soon as they were out of ear shot.

“What’s wrong?” Ron asked as he grabbed a bar of Honeydukes chocolate he’d left on a nearby table.

You sighed, “Their plan involves fireworks.” “Don’t all their plans involve fireworks?” Hermione asked with a small smile.

“Well yes but... this plan is for me. And from the hints they’ve been dropping, fireworks are a big part of the plan,” you chewed on your lip in thought and nervously clasped and unclasped your hands together.

Harry cleaned his glasses with the bottom of his jumper before returning them to his face, “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Well... usually no. But in this case... I thought I’d be able to go a bit longer without saying anything but... I don’t like fireworks. And by ‘don’t like’ I mean I am curling-into-a-ball-and-freaking-out petrified of them,” you admitted, looking down at your hands and sighing again.

“You’re scared of fireworks?”

“Scared is an understatement. Some people are scared of spiders - Ron - some of snakes, of clowns, of werewolves. My thing is fireworks.”

“But your boyfriend is Fred Weasley,” Ron said incredulously through a mouthful of chocolate.

“Oh yeah, cheers for that, Ron, I had almost forgotten,” you replied sarcastically.

Ron smiled before shaking his head, “No, I know, I just mean... well, how have you gone this long without telling him?”

You shifted in your seat, and avoided looking at any of them, “I just... haven’t. He loves them, doesn’t he? I can’t just tell him to stop using them just for my benefit.”

And that was the truth, really. You would never ask him to stop something he loved, and him and George used fireworks a lot in their pranks and such. It wouldn’t be fair to turn around and ask him to stop.

“Well... how badly are you afraid of them?” Hermione asked, tapping her chin in thought.

“I am more afraid of fireworks than Snape is of shampoo,” you joked, “No but seriously, I’ve had quite a few panic attacks over them - bad ones. I just... I can’t help it. I wish I liked them but I’m just terrified. And now Fred is planning something for my birthday and it’s very obvious that it involves fireworks. I don’t have the heart to tell him but... my heart’s thumping just from thinking about them.”

Hermione reached over to squeeze your hand reassuringly, “I’d speak to him beforehand, I’m sure he’d hate it more to do something that scares you.”

You smiled thankfully at her, “Yeah I’ll um... I’ll try and speak to him.”

***

Your birthday arrived much quicker than you’d hoped, and you’d woken up with an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. You hadn’t gotten the heart or courage to confront Fred about his plans for your birthday - he seemed much too excited any time you saw him - and by any means you didn’t want him to feel as though he had to change everything he’d been working on. You appreciated the effort and adored the lengths he went to to show you how much he cared and didn’t ever want him to know you weren’t as excited as him for what was to happen.

Your day went by quite normally, your friends and other students passing by to wish you a happy birthday. The only oddity was you hadn’t seen the twins all day, and it was nearing evening. The thought put you on edge, as you assumed they were working on whatever it was they’d been planning. Despite this, you couldn’t help but miss them - particularly your boyfriend - and hoped they’d make an appearance soon.

You’d just finished your evening meal when your eyes flickered to the ginger boy entering the Great Hall, a carbon copy of your doting boyfriend however completely different in your eyes.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” George grinned as he sat beside you on the bench and gave you a side hug, “Sorry we haven’t seen you all day, must’ve been rubbish without us, eh?” You smiled back, “Thank you Georgie! Yes I suppose it has - potions was definitely more boring than usual. You um... haven’t seen your dear twin at all, have you?”

“Ah, you wouldn’t happen to be referring to Freddie boy there, would you? I have indeed seen him and the main reason I am here is to escort you to him,” George stood you and held his hand out. You shook your head fondly and took it, allowing him to pull you up and out of the hall.

He led you down the main hallway and towards the doors of the castle, then out onto the Hogwarts grounds.

“Where are we going?” You asked as you followed the younger twin across the grass.

“You’ll see! You’re gonna love this, Y/n! Fred has been planning this for ages - with my help, of course,” George boasted as he shot a grin over his shoulder at you.

You faked a smile, hoping it was believable enough to look like excitement as you tried to hide that your heart was trying to escape your chest and you could hear blood rushing in your ears.

“George..?” You began.

“Yeah?”

Taking a deep breath, you continued on as you glanced down at your feet, “It’s probably much too late to say anything now but I really don’t like-“

“Happy birthday, darlin’!” A familiar voice interrupted you, halting your sentence in the middle. Your eyes flickered up to rest on the welcome sight of your boyfriend and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw his messy ginger hair and cheeky grin.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm hug, one you accepted instantly and happily as you hadn’t seen him all day.

George made himself sparse, leaving you alone with your boyfriend who pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, making up for the fact he’d been gone all day.

As you pulled away, he immediately moved back in to kiss you again, mumbling how much he’d missed you (even though it had only been a day), before finally placing a last chaste kiss to your swollen lips. He then grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the Forbidden Forest, where you noticed lights twinkling in a nearby clearing.

He led you over, his fingers locked around yours as he bit his lip and looked at you, “Surprise, love!”

Your eyes locked on the scene, a blanket laid out with your favourite foods on top, bags of Honeydukes items sitting beside it and a pile of presents - wrapped messily in brown paper and tied with wonky bows - scattered across the grass next to the blanket. Small, glittering lights hung from the tree branches around the clearing, casting a light glow and illuminating both the food and the dozens of pillows that you noticed were also piled around.

“Thought we could spend some time together without anyone interrupting us or anything. Also got some new things we’ve been working on that I want to show you before we show anyone else,” Fred explained, nodding over to a stack of what you assumed were Wizard Wheezes products.

“Oh Merlin... this is beautiful... it’s amazing,” you murmured.

And it was. It was so lovely and thoughtful. You adored it.

Yet, as you were staring at the scene, in awe at how beautiful the fairy lights were, you couldn’t help the voice in the back of your mind reminding you about the fireworks, not knowing when they were going to go off but sure it would be soon.

Suddenly, you heard Fred chuckling beside you and you frowned as you looked over at him. “What’s so funny?” You asked nervously.

“There are no fireworks, love,” he said simply, shoving his hands into his pockets, the hint of a smile resting on his lips.

Your jaw dropped almost comically, “What? What do you- How did you- How could you possibly know I was thinking about them?”

“You keep looking around as if you’re waiting for something. Just letting you know there are no fireworks so you can relax, babe. I know you’re terrified of them so they were never part of the plan. You really think I don’t know you well enough to know that?” He mocked with a playful grin.

Your mouth opened and closed as you stuttered out, “I-I never told you-“

“Didn’t have to, I saw your reaction to the small sparklers me and Georgie made to throw around and realised then. I notice everything about you, love,” he said sincerely.

You turned to him with shock on your features, jabbing him lightly in the chest as you scolded him, “Then why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left ballsack would you make me believe your plan relied on fireworks?!”

“Just like to mess with you, love,” he gave you a cheeky grin, and you wanted to be mad but looking at him, you couldn’t bring yourself to be. Still, you tried to be as you gave him a fake glare, “Fred! I’ve been working myself up over this for days! You’re a right prat!”

However, you couldn’t help the relieved giggle that left your lips as you rested your forehead against his chest and sighed contently now you were back at ease.

“I’m your prat though.”

“Hmm, I suppose so,” you mumbled into his jumper as his hands rested on your waist, him leaning his chin on the top of your head. You stayed stood up, in his arms, for a while before you decided to speak again, “Doesn’t it bother you that you’ll probably never be able to use fireworks in my vicinity?”

Fred pulled away for a moment to look down at you, his features softening as he took in the sight of your nervous demeanour, “Honestly? I’d give up fireworks forever if it meant you’d stick around.”

You smiled wide, blushing as you hid your face again in his chest, “Don’t get too sappy on me, Weasley.”

“Me? Sappy? Never.”

“Hmm..” You hummed, unconvinced. “Just want you to know I love you more than anything, and that includes fireworks,” he said earnestly, the corner of his mouth flicking up into a small smile.

“Stop being so cute,” you grumbled.

“No can do, love, I’m the cutest!” He announced, laughing as you pulled him down by his collar. You smiled and shook your head just as your lips grazed his,

“Well I guess I can’t argue with that.”

#fred #fred weasley #fred x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #weasley twins #weasley twins imagine #weasley twins imagines #hp #harry potter #all queue have to do is follow the spiders

[kiddiegore]

YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AND YOU’RE SO TALENTED I— i’m so glad i found your blog 🥺🥺 maybe you could write something with Bokuto, Daichi and Tanaka getting super jealous over another team hitting on the reader? (maybe reader is kinda flirting back by accident bc she thinks she’s just being polite.) Bonus if it’s like Tendou or someone just being super friendly and the guys making clowns of themselves haha oops 🤡

yes ofc babes, hope you like it!

the gifs aren’t mine!!

Daichi

“i’ll be right back baby, can you hold my things?” daichi asks, “mhm!” you say taking his bag from his hands.

“thank you angel, don’t go anywhere okay?” you rolled your eyes, “i’m not a baby daichi” he laughs and kisses your head, walking off to escort hinata to the bathroom so he wouldn’t pick a fight.

“well hello cutie~”

you look up and see a boy with red hair, bandaged fingers, and a shiratorizawa jacket

which meant it could only be one person

“satori!!” you hop up to hug your childhood friend, “it’s so nice to see you again!”

“it’s nice seeing you too, who’re you here with?” he says still hugging you, you were both swaying side to side

“ah, karasuno!” “karasuno...hmm. i feel like ushiwaka warned me about them. especially those two first years, but wakkun is just a overexaggerator so it’s whatever.”

he pulls back, “i hope we play you guys though” he ruffles your hair and you giggle. “still as cute as always huh?”

your face heated up, “not too bad yourself satori, what, the bowl cut not work out anymore?”

“actually i was thinking about bringing it back yknow.” “is that so?”

the two of you shared jokes back and forth until you got a sudden chill that ran down your back

daichi came back.

“h-hold that thought..” you turn around slowly and see daichis expression

he walks up to you two, giving tendou the same smile he gives kuroo before games

scary

“hi, tendou satori right? daichi sawamura, nice to meet you.” he says offering his hand, which tendou reluctantly shakes. “nice to meet you too. i get the jist you and y/n-san over there are together?”

daichi nods

“well then i feel like i should tell you that me and them are just friends! i’ve known them since elementary, it was just a catching up no big deal!”

daichi let go and nodded, a boy with a black bowl cut called tendous name so he left with some finger guns, that nerd

daichi walked back up to you, pulling you into a tight hug and resting his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling about how embarrassing that was and you laughed and rubbed his back

“it’s okay daichi, plus i’d never flirt with someone else, you’re the only guy i have eyes on”

you kissed his head and he smiles, god he’s so whipped for you 🥺

Tanaka

woah boy

it was oikawa of all people who approached you

tanaka was chilling with noya, suga and asahi so he didn’t pay attention

you were just filling up water bottles and getting lunches ready for after their game

“hello there angel~” you turn and look up, “you talking to me?” you asked pointing to yourself

oikawa sighed, “well does it look like i’m talking to the water fountain?”

you shrugged and turned back to do what you were doing

“oh? so you’re not gonna speak? i love a challenge. you go to karasuno huh? tch, how about-“ he puts a finger under your chin, “i convince you switch schools to come to aoba johsai hm? we’d love to have you there little cutie~”

the way he spoke made you shiver, “s-sorry but i’m not intersted-“

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING PRETTY BOY??”

oh god, please ryuu not today

“tanaka-“ “NO BABY I CAN HANDLE THIS DONT WORRY.” he says rolling his sleeves up, noya and enoshita behind him

you put your head in your hands, they’re so EMBARRASSING

“ahh, me and the cutie were so just having a conversation isn’t that right?”

tanaka snarled, “don’t you TOUCH my s/o oikawa, pretty boys like you make me sick. you trying to start something right now? i will mess up that pretty face!!”

you hit your head on the wall over, and over, over

“SHITTYKAWA, GET OVER HERE AND LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.”

“iwa chann, don’t be so mean 😭😭”

“NOW”

thank god, oikawa gave you a little wave and you rolled your eyes again, “tanaka lets go. you’re carrying the water.”

“eh?! baby i was just protecting you!!”

“i know and you made a scene, so for punishment you’re carrying the water.”

he whined and grumbled as he picked up the waters and started to walk next to you, noya took his place to walk behind you just incase anymore losers tried to start a fight

you kissed tanakas cheek, “but thank you for sticking up for me, you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

he smiles at you, “anything for you!!”

Bokuto

oh this baby istg

all you did was hit kuroo in the arm and he poked you back and now all of a sudden bokuto thinks you’re in love with him

he found a corner and hid there so nobody would see him pouty (they did)

konoha was trying to pry him out of the corner but no budge

“bokuto we need to warm up.”

bo just grumbled and shook his head

konoha got akaashi, but still nothing

“bokuto san why are you in the corner?”

“theyshssghwifkuroonshshebleh”

“what?”

“THEYSHSSGHWIFKUROONSHSHEBLEH”

akaashi shook his head

“y/n flirted with kuroo?” “how the hell did you decifer that??”

only you and keiji could speak kotoro

akaashi sighed and went on the hunt ti find you

he saw you sitting on a bench with bokutos jacket, talking to kuroo like normal

“i hate to interrupt but we need y/n san to cheer up bokuto san before todays game.”

you sighed and waved bye to kuroo before going off with akaashi to find ur sulking bf

“what’s the matter this time?”

“he thinks you like kuroo now”

“i swear to GOD bokuto-“

he whimpers

found him,, he switched corners

you crouched down, “hi bo.” he grumbled and turned away from you

“you don’t wanna talk to me 🥺”

“hmmf.”

“not even for a kiss?”

it looked like his hair perked up

he turned to look at you, pout still on his face but you leaned in regardless

giving him soft kisses on cheeks and lips, which he happily accepted

“i only want you bokuto, my strong, sweet, beautiful ace. will you play good for me today?” you whisper into his ear, his arms are now wrapped around you, squeezing you tightly and taking in your praises

“of course i’ll play good for you babe!! i gotta show my s/o that i really am the best ace of all time!!”

he kisses you again, maybe a little bit too inappropriately for other people to see but oh well

it left you breathless to say the least

bokuto hopped up, leaving you to sit on the floor as he ran to go practice, while you and akaashi shared a look, him thanking you silently

you love your boy so much

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #bokuto #tanaka #daichi #bokuto x you #bokuto x gn reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanon #bokuto imagine #tanaka x reader #tanaka x gn reader #tanaka x you #daichi x reader #daichi x gn reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader

[everythingisawayoflife]

JOSH AND DONNA WEDDING HEADCANONS!!

first of all, josh wakes up, or more likely, is already awake late at night, and calls sam

“i’m gonna do it, sam”

 “like now?”

 “what’s the likelihood she’ll say yes?”

“at this hour, not likely.”

josh then decides to call toby directly after and is met with a lovely string of sleepy curses about how it is the middle of the night and there was no reason to call him at this “ungodly hour”

he softens when he realizes why josh called so late and that there is a reason

josh acts incredibly weird around donna for the next two weeks

 one minute he’s tense with her, the next he’s as clingy as a koala bear

he asks her weird and vague questions—by proxy

he gets cj to subtly mention engagements and marriage subtly to see what donna would like

“my cousin, tracy, she just got engaged.”

“oh really?”

 “yeah he asked her in central park.”

 “i wouldn’t like that, being around all those strangers. but i guess if you’re in front of friends and family, it wouldn’t be too bad”

*cue cj secretly taking notes*

 sam is his test dummy, as in he uses sam to practice proposing to donna

 “wow you’re really bad at this”

 “i’ve never done this before, sam”

 “i have and i can tell you right now you have it all wrong”

 sam was actually pretty reluctant but once he found out he was gonna be josh’s best man, he warmed up

 josh recruits sam and toby to write a speech of some sorts

he gets so stressed about it, toby slaps him and tells him to pull what little shit he has left together

since we all agree that jed is basically like josh’s second dad, josh goes to bartlet right before he does it

little sidenote: abbey knows because cj let it slip that josh was proposing and because i believe mrs bartlet is the number one josh and donna shipper, she insists the that she’s in on it

 abbey throws a dinner party in manchester that is really a disguise for donna’s proposal

 donna can’t help but feel like everyone is staring at her

 everyone is here: jed, abbey, toby, cj, sam, ginger, bonnie, charlie, ellie, and zoey

after dinner, abbey invites everyone into the parlor for some “celebratory”champagne

in true donna fashion, she asks what their celebrating

 everyone directs their eyes to josh because well it’s his fucking turn to speak and he hasn’t said a damn word all night

 josh gives his little spiel about his and donna’s relationship (with donna’s little quips in between) until he finally asks her

 donna doesn’t say anything at first

 then she takes the ring out of his hand, studies it, then puts it back in his hand

 he thinks that it means no and so does everyone else (abbey’s silently cursing) and his eyes even start to well up despite him not wanting them to

 “well, are you just gonna look at or am i gonna be the future mrs. josh lyman?”

 the look on josh’s face was a mix of relief, love, and happiness—to donna, it was priceless

 they kiss of course

 abbey is the first to see donna’s ring

 which, of course, looks like this:

 josh loves saying “my fiancée”

 donna secretly (not so secretly) also loves saying “my fiancé”

SUMMER WEDDING (specifically the middle of august)

 abbey insists they hold the wedding at the bartlet farm and while josh initially declines, abbey sits him and down and tells him they’re gonna get married under this roof or “so help me god”

 SIDENOTE: this is really me letting my inner wedding planner (and chronic self-projector) out of me so prepare yourself

PEONIES & GARDENIAS (gardenias are my favorite flower)

 donna was one of those who dreamed of a white wedding but it clearly didn’t go to plan

SHE’S the one calming down josh because he absolutely is going berserk and is panicking

abbey becomes donna’s right-hand woman, going dress shopping with her and giving her advice as a former bride and current wife

donna is superstitious—she goes by the now famous rhyme something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue

 her something old is a pearl necklace from her mom

 her something new is a little belt that goes around the waist of her dress

 something borrowed is a pink ribbon her childhood best friend tied around her wedding bouquet

 the something blue are these little blue earring studs josh got for her before they were engaged

 abbey helps donna pick out her dress along with cj, ginger, her mother, and bonnie

she eventually picks this dress:

 AFTERNOON WEDDING

 (i actually used this game to design the dress that i felt suited donna—go to azaleasdolls.com and go to exclusive games, scroll a little, and there should be that wedding game)

to be frank, i do not know what the respective bachelor and bachelorette parties would be like, but i know i would prefer to be at the bachelorette party

donna starts crying right before she has to walk down the aisle but manages to pull herself together before walking out

 sidenote: jed would gladly walk donna down the aisle if her father could somehow not make it (thats just a cute one bc donna and jed friendship is totally underrated)

 i’m telling you right now, this is one of the only times josh lyman has cried in front of people

 he sees her walking to him and he just mentally kicks himself because he didn’t see what was so perfectly clear for everyone else

 god he loves her

 when donna gets next to him, she whispers “stop blubbering or you’re gonna make me ruin my makeup”

 the wedding vows are unbelievably so josh and donna-esque

 even sam starts crying a little bit

 charlie likes to bring it up but sam denies it ever happened

 “my allergies just happened to be very inflamed that day and i had spring fever”

 “sam it was the dead of summer”

 RECEPTION TIMEEEEE

 sam’s best man speech is a little drunk but who cares it’s funny and josh and donna watch back the tape in their free time after they first get married

 they have a fairly decent sized wedding

 guests consist of family, friends, former and current staffers

 when they cut the cake, donna 100% smashed a piece in josh’s face

 it was a vanilla, three-tier cake and it was gorgeous

 in response, he gently dotted her nose with frosting before absolutely demolishing a piece on her face

their first dance is to just the way you are by billy joel bc i really like that song and i’m self projecting again

josh LOVES saying “my wife”

it is “my wife this” and “my wife that”

and donna wonders why she married the dork

she takes his last name but also keeps her so she becomes Donna Moss-Lyman

she does typically go by mrs. lyman when being addressed though (she thinks it has a nice ring to it) 

 THEY HONEYMOONED IN ITALY—i’m talking the amalfi coast (i’m only saying that because i just happen to be a huge harry styles fan and that’s where the golden mv was filmed and we’re getting sidetracked so that was just a little tidbit)

 they went to rome and to that statue thing audrey hepburn and gregory peck put their hands into in Roman Holiday

 y’know this one:

in conclusion, the wedding was very beautiful and josh and donna really got the wedding of their dreams

also sidenote just because: josh and donna have three lovely children, two girls and one boy 

also this post is dedicated to @stars-on-the-cuffs-of-her-jeans​ and @meanderingstream​ who inspired me to write this!

#the west wing #josh x donna #donna x josh #josh lyman #donna moss #josh and donna wedding supremacy!! #wedding hcs #sam seaborn #abbey bartlet #jed bartlet #toby ziegler #cj cregg #sidenote this took two days #pls dont let this flop i worked really hard on it #charlie young

[unprofessional-bard]

Chapter 8 - Truth or Dare

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: A lot of angst and when i say angst...

Summary: The reader is stuck to the hospital bed, healing considerably slow. Her feelings and emotions are scattered all over the place and things are harder without her lover by her side.

Word Count: 2.575

Author's Note: Hey y'all!! I'm terribly sorry this took so long but I was really busy with moving and everything, I honestly had no angst in me to write this chapter bc I'm just so happy that I moved here, but the past few days were a lil exhausting so I finished this while resting... I didn't wanna update with this short ass chapter but I have to update y'all so I separated the chapter into two, I hope y'all still have interest in Losing My Religion, I love you and thank you all for being patient with me! 🥺🥺

Enjoy!

"Be careful!"

The ice under your feet was inches thick, it didn't seem like it'd break, but you didn't trust that: "It's alright, I got this."

The girl didn't wail or scream for help, she anxiously waited for your approach. You held out your hand for her: "Grab my hand, I'm gonna get you across, it's gonna be okay." The girl hesitated but grabbed your hand anyway: "Don't worry, you're not gonna get in trouble, I'm gonna make sure of that."

"Alright, okay," The girl shook her head and followed you with careful steps. Everything was going fine until you reached halfway, when the ice under her feet cracked, making your ears perk up. You snapped your head back to meet her frightened eyes: "Uh..."

"Felicity!" You shouted across the frozen river, catching her attention. With all your strength, you grabbed the kid's coat by the neck.

"Woah, what are you doing?" She grabbed your arm, alerted by your action as the ice cracked more underneath your feet. You pulled her coat's zipper down a little.

"Watch yourself-" You said, grabbed the back of her coat with your other hand, then launched her across the river to where Felicity was; the ice under your feet crushing altogether a second later, swallowing you whole.

Your body reacted to the cold in a panicked way, naturally, but you remembered your training and swam up immediately, calming yourself down. You gasped loudly as soon as your head was out of the water, Felicity calling for you: "You alright?!"

You were too cold to speak, so as your breathing calmed down you gave her a thumbs up instead. Your cold-shock response was better this time as you hadn't swallowed any water, so you spread your arms and started kicking at the water with your feet as soon as you raised them. You calmly but quickly pushed yourself out of the water and onto the ice.

"(Y/N)?!" You heard her shout over to you a couple of times as you breathed, but each time she did, her voice got closer and closer, although she was still on the ground away from you.

"(Y/N)?"

----

"(Y/N)?" You felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently. "Come on Dolly, wake up..."

It was Ellie. You wanted to open your eyes, tell her or move a limb to let her know that ou were awake, but you just couldn't. What the hell?

After a few more seconds, you managed to sigh loudly through your nose: "I think she's waking up, Katherine."

After what felt like an eternity, you woke up in a different room where Ellie, Maria and Tommy were by your side. There were bandages wrapped all over you: Your head, shoulder, chest area, your knee and the same ankle you fractured months ago. One of your eyelids was lower than the other.

"You look like a mummy," Ellie chuckled softly as you examined yourself. You nodded but didn't speak, your throat hurt terribly.

"Could you give us a minute?" Tommy cleared his throat as you gained better consciousness with each passing second. You watched the girls leave the room and Tommy pull his chair to your side: "How're you feelin'?"

"Like shit," You whispered and sighed. "At least it doesn't hurt too bad- for now, anyway."

"Yeah, Katherine and Daisy are taking care of you just fine..." Tommy put his hand on yours and gave it a light squeeze. "You're gonna be okay, but it's gonna take some time."

"No shit," You smiled bitterly.

"Joel wants to see you," Tommy pursed his lips, pulling his hand away. "He's been worried sick- Ellie says she saw him leavin' the house with bloodshot eyes..."

Your heart broke at his comment and your face scrunched up, feeling terribly nauseous with this new information: "Is he here?"

"He's outside the room," Tommy spoke and got up. "Look, I know I don't get to have a say in this but... He'd never do anything to hurt you- especially on purpose. He loves you."

Your eyes teared up and breath got stuck in your throat as he turned around and left, then you distantly heard something he said to Joel and waited for the long awaited confrontation between you and your lover.

----

Joel immediately got up from the chair he was sitting on right before Tommy came out of your room, looked at his brother intently: "She needs some time, but she'll come around."

Tommy patted Joel on the shoulder after his comment and walked away from him, leaving you two be. He took a deep breath and slowly, almost gently, got in the room, closing the door behind him: "Hey..."

"Hey," You whispered. The lack of emotion and the abundance of red and purple bruises on your face crushed Joel.

"Did Ellie ever tell you how we met?"

Joel was surprised at the question: "No, she didn't."

You chuckled, which at first helped him relax a little, but you coughed afterwards and Joel was back to worrying. He sat down on Tommy's previous spot silently as you leaned back on your pillow and spoke: "There was a student gone missing from the QZ... We tracked her down to this lake but it was frozen and she was standing right in the middle of all that ice. I went over to her but the ice decided to crack then. I got her out but I fell-" Joel's expression broke your heart furthermore. "I had training of course and it wasn't my first time falling into icy water... That's how we met- and began getting along, I guess."

Joel nodded and smiled softly, face riddled with pain, tiredness, fear and relief all at the same time; you turned your head towards him and asked: "Is there anything else I should know, Joel?"

He knew damn well what that meant, even though he'd never seen this side to you. It reminded him of his ex-wife for a brief moment, before speaking: "Yeah... actually there is one more thing, but if I'm honest?"

"Hm?"

"... I don't got the stomach to tell you."

"Why not?" You were genuinely stressed out and confused now. What could be worse than what you two just went through?

"I've realised now that ah-" Joel looked away, a hand brushing past his watch in the process. "I kept it from you for too long... I- I should've told you earlier-"

"Told her what earlier?" The younger Miller suddenly appeared by the doorway, leaning on it. Joel gave Tommy a grave look, the one he gave him when he told his younger brother how he had saved Ellie - it made Tommy immediately understand what was going on, his face going slightly pale.

Joel suddenly got up and as he made his way over to where his brother was, you called out for him with your weak voice: "Joel?!"

He gave you one last look, before looking down and walking past Tommy. Were those tears in his eyes-?

"What the hell is going on, Tommy?" You sighed, exasperated.

Tommy stared at you for a while, not knowing what to say, then slowly closed the door: "It ain't gonna be pretty, (Y/N), but if you ain't too tired, let's talk huh?"

Your muscles tensed at his words, but despite how bad you wanted to rest you were dying with curiosity to know exactly what the hell happened that made the brothers' tails go between their legs. Tommy pulled a chair to your left and sat down. He was also tense, he didn't sit like he usually does - like the Texan he was. He gulped, searched for the right words, then sighed and began: "I thought Joel would've told you this, but it seems not."

"For fuck sake, Tommy," You sighed, then a wheeze and a cough followed. "Just spit it out."

"'Kay, okay... The reason why Joel never really told you what happened on his journey with Ellie after they dropped you off here- it's ugly. Joel's ashamed, I guess he didn't want you to think badly of him-"

"But he told you?"

"Yes." Tommy crossed his arms. "What did he tell you exactly - about their journey I mean?"

"He said the Fireflies stopped looking for a cure - that there were a bunch of immune people and that they ran a couple of tests with Ellie and then let them go... I didn't really believe it. At first I did, I think- I trusted his word and didn't really wanna push it, but then I thought: If there were a bunch of other immune people, surely someone would've made the vaccine over the course of the twenty something years we went through - or at least the last two... but here we are."

Tommy nodded: "The reason for that is because Ellie's the only one."

"I figured that much."

"They were going to make a vaccine too, but when Joel found out it'd cost Ellie's life to make one... He uh-" Tommy took a deep breath, he was struggling to put the words together: "He didn't let them kill her."

You just stared, processing it all. You blinked a couple of times, then spoke: "He didn't let them make a vaccine."

"Remember what I told you- about Sarah?" Tommy's tone came off shaky.

You nodded and he continued: "I guess I was right... He came to care a great deal about Ellie apparently. Probably felt like he was with Sarah again while travelling with her, so..."

You didn't know how to feel - the only two solid thoughts in your mind clashed agaisnt one another in a great battle:

I can't believe he was selfish enough to rob humanity of it's only chance at survival.

Versus,

I understand. I probably would've done the same thing if I were him. Probably.

"Does Ellie know?" You breathed, feeling a little dizzy.

"No."

You gulped and looked down, guilt washing over you like a tidal wave: "Have you... I mean, is the doctor-"

"He's dead," Tommy murmured. "We don't know if there's anyone else out there who could make a vaccine out of her."

You were actually struggling to breathe at this point, looking around in a panicked state: "You need to tell Ellie."

"No, (Y/N)," Tommy spoke in a clear and strict tone. You were about to argue, but he added: "It's not our place to tell her... Joel asked for this, he is gonna be the one to tell her."

You were breathing through your mouth with a grave and distressed look on your face, staring at Tommy: "Please, (Y/N). She can't know."

You knew that was the end of conversation, so you laid down and tried to calm your breathing, closing your eyes and interrupting Tommy when he tried to ask if you needed help: "Just leave, Tommy."

You didn't see it, but he nodded and got up, letting you fall into a long sleep.

----

You had a lot of visitors for five long days, but neither of the Miller Brothers paid you a visit in that period of time. Well, Tommy showed up briefly with Maria from time to time but you weren't upset with him and it took him three days to understand, after reassuring him.

Ellie visited the most: Twice a day - once before patrol (usually in the morning) and once after. When she didn't have any chores, she'd visit you at night as well. You mostly talked about the other kids in town she was friends with, she'd treat you like a journal and vent or rant to you, which you really valued and appreciated ever since you found out about what Joel had done.

One morning she had asked about you and Joel, after a long time of not asking.

"So..." Her arms were crossed while she sat by your bed, her guitar against the desk on the other side of the room. "You and Joel... Have you guys figured things out yet?"

"He hasn't visited me in four days," You groaned, mood going down almost instantly when you remembered how he left you with Tommy five days ago. "I don't want him to... I want to talk to him when my healing processes, but it doesn't."

"How do you mean?" Ellie gave you a quizzical look.

"Katherine said some of the wounds she pointed out would turn some other colour and that a few things I'm feeling around my body would go away by this time, but they haven't. It's been almost a week and I'm not healing."

"You were beaten up pretty badly, (Y/N)," Ellie tried to look for an explanation to relax you. "Katherine did say it'd take some time."

You remained quiet for a moment, looked down, then spoke: "Five more days and you'll see what I'm talking about."

Ellie was confused and didn't know what to say, so you continued: "I've had bruises worse than this," You pointed at your half swollen eye. "Even they healed quicker than this."

There was an awkward silence, the realisation of Joel not visiting you a hard punch in the gut. As much as you weren't ready to confront him with your exhausted state, you still loved him and you wondered about his wellbeing. You felt like a five year old child crossing her arms and pouting while stomping her foot aggressively on the ground when she's denied a lollipop. You wanted to cry like the said child and hammer your fists against Joel's chest without hurting him. You wanted to do so many things, confronting and forgiving your lover being the first and foremost, but you just weren't ready. You weren't ready and you were frustrated and angry - traumatised and stressed and depressed, you wanted at least one of these to ease up a little but most importantly you didn't want to be on pain relievers anymore. You were asleep most of the day and didn't want to talk to anyone at the times where you weren't, except for Ellie really.

You closed your eyes and sighed, tears forcing their way out of your closed eyelids and dropping on the sheets: "Els?"

"I'm here," Ellie replied equally quietly.

"Will you sing me to sleep, darling?" You requested, voice cracking a little as you laid down, eyes still closed.

"Of course mom," She murmured and grabbed her guitar. After settling down in her seat and thinking of what to play for a while, she started strumming her guitar:

"When does it get quiet?

Time was supposed to extinguish the desire

But the embers won't snuff out

Haunted by your smiles

The mask keeps getting heavier

One step forward, two steps back

There's a noose round my neck and the further I get

It's harder and harder to breathe

Can I find a way to cut the rope?

I've been waiting for dawn

But the light is all gone

Don't know if I'm already blind

Can I leave it all behind?"

...

Joel watched and listened through the doorway as Ellie sang to your sleeping form, not being aware of the small confrontation which was going to take place in a few hours. A sad expression was present on his daughter's face, bringing tears to his eyes as he, once again, walked away from the two of the three people he loved the most.

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #tlou x reader #tlou fanfic #the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine #the last of us fanfiction

[clownistyping]

A Witch & A Hick, Chp 4.

'Temporary Loneliness.'

This is just another build up bc im trying a slow burn but slowly failing at said slow burn.

The truck bumps on the path and Elizabeth puts her hand on the seat to steady herself. 

"Sorry about that, these are the backwoods for sure." Lester smiles and Elizabeth nods, 

"Least the view is pretty." She says and looks out towards the forest, the two have left the dogs in the trailer for their own safety. 

"Sure is." Lester looks at her for a second and nods, the truck leaves the wooded area. 

"The next town over is pretty close, I'm sure we can find an engine at a car lot or something." 

"If not then, hey I'm ya neighbor." Elizabeth laughs and Lester smiles from her voice. 

"Mike's rust emporium." Elizabeth says and looks at Lester as the two leave the truck, 

"Yeah, Mike has good deals." 

Said Mike calls the two over and from there they inspect the yard of junk. 

Elizabeth watches the two discuss the best engine, and she understands none of it. 

The two men inspect the car engines and Elizabeth distracts herself by exploring the yard. 

Peaking into the rusted cars and picking up random flowers to stick into her hair, she keeps small glances for the men. 

"So who's the petty lady?" Mike asks Lester who accidentally hits his head against the trucks hood, 

"Elizabeth?" Lester rubs his head and looks around and sees her in the field of weeds, 

"She's um," he turns back to Mike, 

"Just a nice girl I'm helping out." Lester takes his hat off and squeezes it in his hands, 

"That's it?" Mike asks and Lester blinks,  

"Well what else is she supposed to be?" Lester chuckles and Mike speaks confidently, 

"I don't know just thought she's some poor whore ya found. Rehabilitating." 

Lester's brows scrunch as he looks at the engine, 

He suddenly remembers when Elizabeth offered herself to him, is this what people see her as?

Mike continues to speak, 

"Come on, man to man. You got anything from her?" Mike laughs and pats Lester's back, Lester blinks. He quickly pushes Mike's hand off, 

"Hey if not, I'll gladly take her off ya hands!" Mike laughs again and Lester looks at the man, 

"Ya ain't getting shit!" Lester yells and Elizabeth looks up from her exploring. She watches from afar, 

"Woah! Bud, I was just joking no need to get all sour." Mike backs away and Lester sighs, 

"We can just rebuild the damn engine, I've got all the pieces anyways." Lester mumbles and slams the truck's engine hood, he turns to find Elizabeth staring right at him. 

She hesitates to go towards him but as Lester's eyes meet hers, they soften. She takes a deep breath but heads to him. 

"They ain't got anything good." Lester huffs and turns, Mike rolls his eyes and Elizabeth follows Lester. 

As the two get into the truck, Lester is quiet and Elizabeth looks at him. She takes the amethyst tied in her hair and looks back at him, 

"Here." She says and Lester looks at her, he looks at the crystal and puts his hand out. She places the crystal in his palm and closes his hand, 

"Can you tell me what happened?" She asks in a calming voice and Lester sighs, 

"Just, he said some real rude things um uh about you. And I just don't think I'll be doing any more business with him. Sides, I got all the parts. You won't need a new engine when I can just fit it up." He opens his palm and looks at the crystal, a purple cluster in his palm. 

"What's this for?" 

"It's an amethyst, used for calming." Elizabeth says, 

"Does it work?" Lester thumbs the crystal and it shines, 

"If you allow it yes." Lester licks his lips and smiles, 

"It has my permission." Lester says and takes off his hat, putting it in the hat he places it back on his head. 

"Keep me all calm up here." He taps his head and Elizabeth smiles, the truck pulls from the shop. 

"Can I ask what that man said about me?" Elizabeth asks and Lester sighs, 

"Just, he asked about ya. And don't get me wrong, Mike is a good guy but he said that uh. Said you were ya know." He pauses and looks at Elizabeth for a second, 

"A whore." He mutters and looks away, driving back into the forest. 

"Said that he wanted to take ya off my hands." His grip tightens on the wheel and Elizabeth leans back into the seat. 

"Thank you, for defending me." She starts, 

"And for taking me in. Helping me with my van. Everything really." She puts a piece of hair behind her ear, 

"It's nothing really, just helping a friend. Plus, real nice to have someone around." Lester smiles and Elizabeth nods, the truck pulls into the yard and parked. 

"Living in a van on the road is really isolating, so I understand." Elizabeth says and Lester looks at her, he's not sure what to say. 

"Least ya got me now," he says nervously and quickly adds on, 

"I'm gonna search my yard for some parts, should have enough to fix the engine." He leaves the truck, the dogs come from the trailer barking and jumping on him. 

Elizabeth slowly exits the rusted truck, she looks at her van and then the trailer. Thinking about how this will be her home. 

Temporary home. 

Lester starts a new pile of actual working parts, while Elizabeth sits on a stump nearby. Mac and Jonesy on both sides, she watches him mutter to himself. It’s quiet between the two besides the hums of the cicadas and the birds' calls. This silence is different from the silence she meets on the road; quiet highways at 4 AM, the hums of cars passing by and small conversations from strangers. 

This silence is real, she’s able to think freely without any fear. She closes her eyes and lets the sounds comfort her, 

Lester looks up from the pile, he sees the girl leaning on her hands. He notices the golden sun blanketing her, he slowly walks towards her to get a better look. Her hair is decorated with flowers from the field, and her skin is kissed with freckles all over. His hand naturally goes to her hair and when his greasy fingers graze it, Mac barks from next to her.  

He steps back as Elizabeth opens her eyes, she smiles. Her cheeks soft and Lester smiles back, he rubs his greasy hands on his jeans. 

“You’re really lucky, ya know.” Elizabeth starts and Lester shakes his head, 

“You are! To live in such beautiful woods, not having to be bothered by anyone. Well anyone but me,” She stretches her back and it pops, he watches her stand. He notices that she’s a few inches shorter than him. 

“You’re no bother, honest.” Lester says and wrings his hands together, 

“Thank you Lester,” Elizabeth smiles and her hands hover over his, but she pulls back. 

“But I don't know if I could live here by myself, loneliness would kill me.” She laughs it off and Lester speaks, 

“Ya’d have me if that counts.” Elizabeth hums, she looks at the sunset and Lester gently grabs one of her hands. She looks down at his grease stained hand and smiles.

 

“It does to me, thank you.” 

#melody helped me bc i was stuck on the ending thx u bby #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #self insert #canon x oc #my writing #oc x canon #self ship

[jpegjade]

A Magic Kingdom - Spencer

OKAY DISNEY WORLD!SPENCER. I JUST MADE THIS ESPECIALLY FLUFFY BC I HAVE BEEN WRITING SO MUCH ANGST. i just wanted to make someone smile. so if one person smiles, writing this was worth it. 

warnings: none. it’s just cute and happy and i really love disney. 

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“Spence, we’re doing it!” You said, stepping through the final gates of the entry to Magic Kingdom. Before you were crowds of people that made you nervous but there was also Cinderella’s castle. 

Spencer grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers in his. You excitedly pulled him along as his strides kept up with you skipping. You slowed down when you saw that the first store to your left had mickey ears for sale. You pulled spencer, even more, causing him to stumble a little bit but he kept up with you nevertheless. You loved your boyfriend but he could be such a slow walker sometimes.

“Okay, baby. We have to pick something that matches our experience here because who knows when we’ll be coming back.” You stared excitedly at the wall of various mickey ear designs, trying to decide what screamed your name.

You immediately gravitated to the wedding ears because they were so cute. Spencer grabbed the matching groom’s set of ears but he also grabbed a set of sparkly purple ears. 

“You always said I look good in purple.” Spencer put them on top of his head, behind the groom's ears, and the two of you walked to the front to pay for them. 

You and Spencer had numerous discussions about starting a family together one day but for right now, dating was enough. You loved each other but he was gone so much that you never really got around to talking about possibly getting married for real. 

“When’s the wedding?” Anna, the cashier, asked after the two of you put your ears on the counter. 

“Oh, we’re not engaged. We just thought they were cute.” You said, stumbling over your words a little bit. 

“We’re not engaged... Yet,” Spencer said, correcting you. 

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and lightly squeezed you into him. Anna smiled so brightly at the two of you as she handed you your ears and receipt. 

“Okay,” You started, adjusting your ears on your head. “Next up is Cinderella’s Castle!” 

The two of you walked down Main Street to see the infamous Disney castle right in front of you. There was a stage in front where there was a performance about to happen and Spencer already knew you were going to pull him to the front of the stage area with all the little kids so he just let it happen. 

The musical number was going on when suddenly, Cinderella walked out from behind the stage, pulling you and Spencer up the stairs to dance with the cast. You were having such a blast and then the music dimmed and you whirred around to see what Spencer was doing. At first, you didn’t see him, only finding the faces of disney characters until you noticed they were pointing at something. You looked down, not processing what was going on. 

You looked down to see Spencer on one knee, holding out the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. Spencer had his sunglasses tucked into his shirt and was staring at you with the most hopeful puppy eyes you had ever seen. You wanted to start crying. 

“Will you make me the happiest prince alive?” He asked. 

You heard the crowd “aww”ing in the background but it still didn’t register. Your boyfriend, who had just talked about how he wished he had more time to spend with you the day before, was asking you to spend the rest of your life with him in front of a crowd of random people, oversized cartoon characters, and a gorgeous castle. It was like a dream you never imagined. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” You said, grabbing him to pull him off his bad knee. You didn’t know why the dummy chose that knee to kneel on but he did. 

He slipped the ring out of the box, sliding it onto your finger and just beamed at you. You grabbed his shirt, pulling him into the most magical kiss you had ever experienced. 

As the show ended, the two of you were led down the stairs by Cinderella and Prince Charming. They congratulated you before they disappeared into the unknown or Disney cast members backstage. 

“Grand gesture?” You asked Spencer as the two of you walked under the castle. You couldn’t stop looking at the ring and looking up at Spencer. 

He squeezed your hand and smiled, putting his sunglasses back on with his other hand. 

“It wasn’t my idea.” He said, pulling you towards It’s A Small World. You had been talking about wanting to go on that ride and it was tame enough for Spencer to sit there and hold you without too much action happening. It was also hot and he wanted to spend time with you sitting down. It’s a perfect reason to go on a little boat ride with you. 

“It’s a very Penelope thing to do.” You moved your hand around, watching the sunlight catch in it, making it sparkle. 

“She convinced me that you deserved something special since we were here. I was going to wait until dinner. I was going to call it off this morning but we got here and you picked out the wedding headband and I didn’t have the heart. You deserved something magical.” He said, moving forward in line. 

The rest of the ride was filled with short conversations regarding the proposal and by the time that ran out, the ride was over. 

The Haunted Mansion wasn’t too far away so the two of you wanted to ride that since it was another short and slow ride. 

“Do you believe in ghosts?” You asked Spencer, bumping shoulders with him. The ghosts and ghouls around you were bumping around and you were waiting for your turn to go on the ride. 

“I do.” Spencer tentatively nodded his head. “I believe that there is a world beyond science and the explicit fact that we exist in. Something like an afterlife but I’m not sure what kind. I think that there’s something more beyond this world.” 

You were pleasantly surprised. You didn’t think Spencer, of all people, would believe in ghosts of all things. Sitting next to the dashing young man, you leaned your head on his shoulder. The two of you only separated at the end of the ride when there was supposed to be a ghost in the mirror sitting between you. You looked over at Spencer and saw him smiling. It just made your heart so warm to see him actually having fun. 

After some more walking around and a few more rides, you saw the line for Splash Mountain was finally going down with the sun. Pulling Spencer to the ride, he started talking about the history of the entire ride. 

“Splash Mountain has been around since Magic Kingdom.” He said, slowly moving through the line. “The theme is deep south but with its roots, there’s talk about changing it to something else.” Spencer looked around at everything and smiled like a giddy child. 

“You look happy and excited.” You said as he went through the line singing along to the music playing overhead. 

“Did you know that the drop is a 45-degree angle going at 40 miles per hour at its maximum speed?” Spencer bounced up and down a little bit. 

“I did not. All I knew was it was really fast and really high.” You said, climbing into the log. 

Taking another slow ride around the top level, you finally saw the light to the rest of the world. With that momentary hang, you looked at Spencer and saw a childish glint in his eye as he threw his arms up for the 40 miles per hour drop. 

As soon as the ride started, it felt like it was over. You got soaking wet with Spencer and the rest of the log but you didn’t mind. 

You were excited to get to the front of Magic kingdom again to get a good spot in the park for the firework show over Cinderella’s castle. Walking to the front, hands swinging between you, he surprised you with two matching balloons. He tied it around your wrist and kissed your hand before holding your hand again. 

“I’ve had the most magical day.” You leaned forward on the guardrail while Spencer stood right behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“I’m glad.” He said in your ear. 

“And it’s all because of you.” You turned your head awkwardly to kiss him and he wasn’t paying attention so you ended up kissing his cheek, making him smile. 

“Every day I’m awake is magical with you.” He said, actually paying enough attention to kiss you. 

The fireworks were amazing but what really warmed your heart was the moment a little girl accidentally let her balloon fly away. She was crying so loudly that Spencer immediately took his balloon off his wrist and bent down to give it to her. Her parents were so appreciative and Spencer was so happy to end the day with another smile. 

“That’s gonna be us one day.” You said, sitting at the bus stop bench. 

“It could be us starting tonight.” He winked at you. You bumped him with your shoulder and smiled.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff

[kirishwima]

Don’t worry about us, please try not to stress out. I am only sending in this request merely due to it not leaving me alone. RFA+V, Unknown (cannot remember how to spell his name) reactions to MC in their wedding dress, what type of wedding will they have? Please do not mind and please study wisely.

ahh this is a cute and light-hearted idea :’) You speak of a wedding dress but refer to MC as they/them, so I’ll be writing for them as non-binary! 

I’ll also add photos of what I think their wedding dress/suit would be bc....I have to, and because I have a whole pinterest board of wedding dresses saved from last summer when I was helping my sister plan her wedding orz :’)

YOOSUNG:

* When speaking of weddings, Yoosung’s always imagined the beautiful classics; standing at the altar, seeing the love of his life walk down the aisle dressed in the most gorgeous gown, his smile broadening at the sight of them.

* He himself wore a humble black suit, but with a baby blue bow-tie; reminiscing of his own innocence.

* He absoloutely had Zen help him pick out his suit; they took Seven along too but he kept insisting Yoosung should just wear a onesie instead lmao

* He did discuss with MC what they’d like to wear; when they said they wanted to wear a dress, he immediatly thought of classic puffy white dresses with lace and toule. 

* Seeing MC walk towards him though, he couldn’t help how his jaw hung open, how his eyes widened. “Lucky you”, he heard Seven whisper, standing besides him as his best man. 

* MC was like a princess, and he, their soon-to be prince. He took their hand as they reached the altar, kissing their knuckles with a wide smile. He’d ditched his glasses for the wedding, finally able to see better with the help of surgery, and he blessed each of his doctors for being able to witness the sight that was MC.

*Overall he’s just a tearful happy nugget, and 10/10 will choke with tears whilst saying his vows

ZEN:

* Despite what you may be thinking, he actually doesn’t dream of big fancy weddings and expensive venues. His ideal wedding would be something simple; a gathering of friends and loved ones, perhaps even by the beach, being able to stand besides the one he loves comfortably and proudly.

* He’s glad that he and MC are on the same page about that; even if he’s a celebrity, his humble approach to life never changed, and he wants their wedding to reflect that. So a wedding by the beach it is!

* It’s Zen we’re talking about, so even a potato sack would look flattering on him, so his choice of suits is endless. He’s classy but doesn’t like the plain old black suit, so instead he goes for something more summery, given their venue. 

* I can really imagine him in a linen suit, ditching the tie for a more laid-back look, his hair tied into an intricate braid, even wearing one or two little white flowers at its end.

* He’d be just as awe-struck with how MC looks no matter what they’d wear, suit or dress, casual or formal. He’ll love them just as much if he sees them every morning in their pyjamas and bed hair, or in a gown and heels. 

* Simple and elegant, and nicer than the summer breeze blowing through Zen’s hair, he had to bite his lip, blinking back tears threatening to fall at the thought he’s about to spend the rest of his life with his beloved. (Also he has to fight the Beast until later tonight and hoo boy is that a hassle or WHAT)

* All in all-he’s one happy hecking groom, and he can’t wait to tear that dress off of them the moment they’re in their private quarters lol

JAEHEE:

* Honestly...she didn’t see the point of holding a wedding at first. Did she fantasize about it as a little girl? Sure, she did. But as she got older and the thought of dating and family got further and further away from her, that childhood dream was put aside, stored in the repressed part of her brain.

* It’d been MC who proposed, and MC who began the planning for the wedding-they didn’t want Jaehee to feel burdened with organizing, but the more Jaehee worked to plan their wedding, the more she fell in love with the idea of this special day just for the two of them, and the more she fell in love with MC, seeing their hard work and adoration towards her.

* They didn’t want to have an all-out wedding like many couples do; just them, their families and the RFA, a little get together to celebrate a milestep of their life together. 

* They had arrived at the dillema of; will we both wear suits? Dresses? Should one of us wear a suit and the other a dress? In the ned MC suggested they each decide on a look without telling the other, so it’ll be just as much of a surprise for each of them to see the other on their wedding day!

* Jaehee is a practical woman, yes, but we know that she’s not the strict short-haired lady she was whilst working with Jumin-she allows herself to explore femiminity more and more in her route, and I feel that’d be evident in her choice of a wedding gown-simple, yet elegant and chic.

* With her hair in a gorgeous loose bun, flowers adorning her head, her ring-finger soon to be decorated with a delicate ring she and MC chose together-she almost can’t believe the person looking back at her in the mirror is herself.

* Less so can she believe that the person she’s about to marry is soon walking towards her, a smile on their face as if they’re the lucky one to be marrying Jaehee when Jaehee stares wide-eyed at the beautiful person she’s eagerly waiting to spend the rest of her life with;

* Of course they’d choose a dress with pockets, she thinks with a roll of her eyes, if only to tease Jaehee about her own lack of pockets later on. 

* They both can’t help but stare at each other as they meet at the altar, wide eyed with incredulous smiles. The preacher even has to cough politely to get their attention back to well, their wedding lmao

* It’s everything Jaehee could’ve wanted and then some.

JUMIN:

* Yeah yeah, it’s Jumin Han, the handsome man in a suit, and yeah he’s gonna have an all-out wedding alright-but only if that’s what MC wants. 

* He honestly...doesn’t care what the ceremony will be like, who will be there or what they’ll say. He only cares about seeing MC’s ring finger adorned with a rind that has his surname engraved in it, a mark on them that says MC’s his, his and no one elses.

* Even if he wears suits on the daily, his wedding is no exception; he’ll wear a suit tialored to perfection, classic black and sleek, matching his raven-dark hair, slicked back for the occasion-he’d go to the ceremony in his pyjamas if he had to, so long as he’s able to call MC his spouse once the day’s over.

* He had given MC the absoloute liberty of choosing what to wear, with the only condition being they have the best tailors across the world work on their outfit, wanting it to be as unique and wonderful as MC themself. 

* It was jarring at first, to have 5 or 6 professionals tug and probe at MC whilst working on their measurements and meeting up to discuss their style, but they figure that’s just how life with Jumin as their husband will be-extreme, sometimes awkward, but full of love and care; they could see it in his smile when they came home from their fitting, tired but happy as they snuggled up in his arms, him stroking their hair until they fell asleep.

* It’s hard to find a dress picture that I feel captures what MC’s dress would be, but I think the closest to it would be something like this;

* “The most befitting dress for royal beauty such as yours”, Jumin whispers to MC’s ear as they approach him at the altar, his smile small and private, for MC’s eyes only.

* Yet as he leans down to kiss them, completely ignoring the preacher waiting to start the ceremony, he whispers on their lips ‘I love you’, and MC knows from the bottom of their soul, that no matter what they wore, how they looked, Jumin would love them just as much. And they’re forevel grateful for that.

* p.s: Elizabeth the 3d is ABSOLOUTELY going to be the ring bearer, and she’ll have her own little dress appropriate for the occasion, fight me on this.

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* Y’all....tease him about the ‘let’s get married at the space station’ bit all you want, but this boy DREAMS of a wedding, a family and happy life for so long, you can never convince me he doesn’t go all out for his wedding.

* A beautiful, flower-covered venue? Check. Tailored, custom-made suit? Check. Planning everything to the most minute detail? YES. He’ll run himself dry working on creating the perfect wedding, it’ll take some convincing from MC to tone it down lmao.

* He’ll still insist on inviting absurd guests just like he did with the RFA parties, but in all honesty, he just wants MC besides him, Saeran and Yoosung next to him as hie best men (yes he can have both of them shush), the rest of the RFA there to congratulate him and MC on their special day; the people he loves, to celebrate the day of uniting with his one true love, that’s all Saeyoung wants.

* To be able to say ‘I love you MC’, and to have MC tell him ‘I love you, Saeyoung’-to formally and completely leave the life of 707 behind, to have his brother hug him, congratulate him on his wedding-this is all more than enough to make Saeyoung cry happy tears, pushing his palms on his eyes as he laughs and cries at the same time, letting MC hug him to help him calm down.

* While he does dream of a classic classy wedding, he loves the colour red a little too much, so he’d try and sneak it in there, be it in a vest or bow tie lol (he’d absoloutely wear a bow tie instead of a tie, and he’d be allowed one (1) doctor who joke for the duration of the ceremony lmao)

* ((also....not relevant to the wedding itself, but his marriage proposal would absoloutely be at a planetarium, js))

* As for MC...they’d spent nights on the couch together, eating chips and wondering what they’d each wear on the day of their wedding. They ended up taking Jaehee and some more of their friends with them when looking for a dress, as much as Saeyoung pouted and asked to tag along.

* It was worth it to keep him in the dark though; his big wide eyes as MC walked towards him, how he had to bite his lip to stop giggling like a fool, he was jumping up and down at the altar, giggling behind his hands as he mumbled ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god allah and buddha!’. 

* “Holy shit” he whispered to himself, earning a stern gaze from the preacher, his brother groaning in the background. MC took it as a compliment though, smiling up at him as they stood across him.

* This boy....will cry real ugly snort filled tears at his wedding vows, I guarantee it.

V/JIHYUN:

* BOHO WEDDING BOHO WEDDING BOHO WEDDING

* Like hello??? Have you seen this hippie-ass man at the end of his route?? He’ll be so happy with a marriage ceremony in the forest, in a little church that looks almost abandoned in its little spot at the edge of the woods, in a little city no one knew before V brought it up.

* He’d love to help decorate and renovate the church for their wedding, using funds taken from a painting collection he did featuring the very forest the church sits besides. 

* (I can also totally picture their wedding taking place in a botanical garden/greenhouse, if you’d rather skip the church option! Just surrounded by plants and nature :D)

* Even if it’s not a boho wedding though-just being able to spend the rest of his life besides MC, the person that truly taught him what love is, that’s all handsome mint boy needs.

* Honestly...he’s extra enough to be the kind of guy that ditches the shirt, so I can imagine him wearing something like the following, but in a darker colour; 

* As for MC....yeah I’m gonna add my personal favorite here bc bOHO WEDDING DRESSES ARE GORGEOUS AND MC WOULD LOOK LIKE A FAE APPEARING THROUGH THE WOODS AND JIHYUN WOULD ABSOLOUTELY GASP AT THE SIGHT OF THEM, WIPING AWAY A STRAY TEAR AS HE KISSES THEIR FOREHEAD WHEN THEY REACH HIM AT THE ALTAR, SAYING A QUIET ‘THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU’ ONLY MC CAN HEAR.

((something with a little simpler bust, but the puffy sleeves,,,flowy dress,,,the line cut that’s honestly so charming on any figure,,,fight me this is the cutest kind of dress))

UNKNOWN/SAERAN:

* He’d really want a small, closed wedding just for him, MC, and the RFA sure, why not (he’s kidding, he’s grown really fond of them all but he refuses to openly admit it)

* If MC suggests they hold their ceremony at a greenhouse he’ll be over the moon; he’ll personally visit the greenhouse and make sure all the flowers are in tip top condition for their wedding.

* For his own suit, he’d like to keep things simple, maybe even ditching the whole suit and tie thing; 

* I really imagine him with a suit similar to this, but ditching the vest , with flowers pinned to his blazer that he looks fondly at, knowing MC will be holding a bouquet just like these, ones he himself picked out with all his love and care, removing each thorn to make sure nothing can harm their hands as they hold the bouquet.

* As MC walks towards him through the greenhouse his breath shudders, any words he may have had dying in his throat; MC looks ethereally beautiful and he’s out of words as they come to stand in front of him, his lips trembling.

* Is this person really his? The one he’ll be able to hold, to love for as long as he lives? He shakingly takes MC’s hand in his, giving them a tight squeeze as he smiles.

* “In sickness and in health” he whispers, smiles as MC says it back.

* In sickness and in health.

-Send me mystic messenger headcanons for character reactions-

#this honestly took way more time than it'd take to make a usual headcanon post #bc i took so much time looking for photos orz #still this was cute and easy to write given my circumstances #hope ya like it! #asks #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger prompts #mysme prompts #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #jumin han #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #jihyun kim #Anonymous

[set-phasers-to-whump]

stitches

Prompt: stitches (alt no.4)

Whumpee: Nick Burkhardt

Fandom: Grimm

hi wow creative title by yours truly. anyway i am sorry that this fic is not very good, i didn’t get to start writing til like 9:30 bc i had friends over and it was a While lol. anyway i hope you like this despite all of that!

“We should go this way, right?”

“No, look at the map, it’s to the left.”

“It is? Where are we then?”

“Nick, have you ever used a map before?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well, I’m telling you, it’s to the left.”

Nick shrugs. “Okay. It’s to the left.”

Monroe pats him on the shoulder. “Knew you’d come around.”

They turn down the trail to the left, stepping over a fallen tree. They make it a few hundred yards before Rosalee stops in the middle of the path.

“Is something wrong?” Nick asks, immediately on the lookout for danger.

Rosalee stays perfectly still for a moment, then sighs and relaxes. “I thought I heard something,” she says. “But I don’t hear it anymore.”

“What kind of something?” asks Monroe, looking around cautiously. 

“It was probably nothing.”

“I’ll keep an ear out.”

“So will I.”

“Really, guys, I’m sure it was nothing. It was probably just-”

Whatever Rosalee had been about to say, it certainly wasn’t what came crashing through the bushes in front of them: a figure, cloaked in black, brandishing a shiny silver dagger. 

The trio freeze in surprise, momentarily, but Nick’s cop/Grimm instincts kick in quickly enough, and he steps forward, positioning his body in front of his friends.

He raises his hands slightly, hoping to show that he’s not a threat, and says, “could you put that down? There’s no need for this to get out of hand.” 

Of course, he doesn’t know what, exactly, it is, a fact that the cloaked figure points out. “You don’t know what this is,” it says. “But you will.”

Before Nick has a chance to react to that foreboding message, the figure is rushing forwards, and Nick reaches an arm behind him to cover Monroe and Rosalee, pushing them to the side and trying to step out of the figure’s path.

Which only half works. Monroe and Rosalee get out of the way, and Nick steps to the side, but the figure reaches out with the dagger, and then Nick feels the metal stabbing and ripping into his skin, and then, abruptly, it is gone, and he collapses to the ground with a yelp.

For a second, all he can think of is pain, hot and sharp and very terribly wet, and then there’s a noise nearby and he thinks of his friends.

“Monroe,” he calls out, “Rosalee. You okay?”

He hears a rustling from nearby, and then a gasp and a groan of sympathetic pain. “We’re better than you, buddy,” says Monroe.

“Where...where’d he go?” Nick asks. 

“That cloaked dude?” Monroe looks around worriedly. “He just kinda...disappeared.”

“Great,” Nick says, and then he tries to stand up. He is almost immediately stopped by Rosalee’s hand on his shoulder. 

“Don’t do that, Nick,” she warns. He decides it’s a good idea to listen, and lies back against the rocky ground. 

“How bad is it?” he asks. Judging by the amount of blood he can feel soaking into the ground around him, he has a pretty good idea, but he needs to hear it from someone else.

She sighs, poking his stomach gently to confirm the size of the wound. “It’s not great. Several inches long and pretty deep, too. Monroe’s calling 911.”

“No, I’m not,” Monroe says, sounding agitated. “I’m trying, but we’re kinda in the middle of nowhere out here.” He holds out his phone. “No service.”

“Can we walk back?” Nick suggests, not feeling too keen on the idea of dying in the middle of the woods.

Monroe and Rosalee share a glance, but neither of them says anything.

“What?” Nick asks. “I know it’s bad. Tell me.”

“Realistically, no,” Rosalee says. “That wound is too deep, and you’re bleeding too much. You’d...you’d die before we got out of here.”

“We can stop the bleeding, though,” Monroe says. “I’ve got a first-aid kit in my backpack, there’ll be something in there.”

Nick breathes a sigh of relief as Monroe starts ruffling through his backpack. He tries to listen to the quiet conversation that Monroe and Rosalee are having, but he finds his mind increasingly wandering back to the very familiar topic of pain. Which is, itself, not that bad, in the grand scheme of things. Nick’s had worse, for sure. But he’s never been bleeding out in the middle of nowhere before. It’s not an experience he’d care to replicate.

Monroe breaks him out of his slowly spiraling thoughts. “I’ve got something. You’re not gonna like it, though.”

Nick shakes his head. “Don’t care,” he says. 

“You might,” Rosalee suggests. “It’ll hurt.”

“Will it stop me from dying?”

“Probably,” Monroe says, and then he says, “ow!” when Rosalee smacks him on the shoulder. “It should,” he amends.

“Then I don’t care.”

“Okay,” Rosalee says, and then her voice turns professional. She instructs Monroe to take off his jacket and bundle it up to put under Nick’s head, which Nick wishes she’d done sooner. It feels quite a bit nicer under his head than the ground. Then, she’s cutting at his shirt and peeling it slowly away from his body. He tries to pay attention to anything else besides the pulling feeling as the fabric is pried away from the tacky blood holding it in place.

Then, water is being poured onto his stomach, and it kind of burns but also feels nice, a pleasant cool against the warmth of his own blood. Rosalee kneels down next to him, then, and gives him a shaky smile. Monroe kneels next to her, grabbing Nick’s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Rosalee asks.

Nick finally thinks to ask what exactly she plans to do, though he’s got a pretty good idea. 

“I’m going to give you stitches,” is Rosalee’s reply. “We don’t have anything to numb the pain, though. Just a needle and thread.”

“Do it,” Nick decides. It won’t be that bad, he figures.

And then the needle enters his skin, pulls through, leaves, and he can feel the thread stretching across his body and he thinks it might be the worst feeling in the world. 

Rosalee does what feels like hundreds of stitches, each one more painful than the last. The whole time, Nick is shaking involuntarily, and he’s biting on his tongue to keep from screaming. His nails dig into the skin of Monroe’s hand, and he clenches his hands up so hard that they start to cramp. Tears are streaming down his face and he’s sweating, both from pain and from the sheer effort it’s taking him to keep quiet. Everything burns, and his skin feels hot, and every movement of the needle may as well be another dagger stabbing into him. 

Finally, finally, the last stitch is pulled through. The second Rosalee ties off the thread, something in Nick decides it’s held on enough, and a faint whimper of pain escapes him. And then Rosalee’s hands are on his face, and she’s telling him it’s over, it’s over, and she’s crying too, and everything in the world is pain and he’s trying his best not to let it overtake him, trying to focus on her voice saying, “it’s okay, Nick, it’s okay.”

Monroe shifts, then, and moves behind Nick, helping him into a sitting position as gently as he can. He whimpers again - everything hurts - and then Monroe’s arms are around him, warm and steady and blessedly not painful. He leans back into them for a second, and then there is movement, and everything explodes back into pain, pain, pain.

Nick passes out just as Monroe picks him up. He shifts Nick slightly in his arms, cradling his head against his chest in the hopes that he won’t get bounced around too much. “You’re gonna be fine,” he says quietly, leaving no room for argument. 

They start walking, Rosalee leading the way, going as quickly as they can without jostling Nick too much and potentially tearing open his new stitches. With every step, they’re looking out for the hooded figure, but whoever it was seems to be long gone. 

Finally, they arrive back at the car, and Monroe deposits Nick carefully into the backseat, then settles himself into the driver’s seat. Rosalee climbs in the back next to Nick, pulling his head to lay on her lap. He’s far too pale, and still trembling, and sweaty, and there’s dried blood all over his body and dried tears all over his face. She runs her fingers through his hair and hopes desperately that he’ll be okay as Monroe starts the car and they begin the journey to the nearest hospital.

The ending of this wasn’t very good but i didn’t want to write Another hospital scene so i decided to leave it there lmao. Anyway dw nick is going to be fine i just didn’t want to keep writing. Hope you enjoyed this story and thanks so much for reading!!

#whumptober2020 #altno.4 #stitches #grimm #fic #nick burkhardt #stabbed #field medicine #my writing #i say things

[luci-cunt]

I got Izetta on the test and the more I read the more I want to fight you bc how dare you call me out like this. like call me feral one more time and I may just have to buy two books when it comes out - one for reading and one for throwing bc whyyy am i getting invested in these charcters. that doesn’t just happen willy nilly for me and now I’m mad

lkdsajf;ladskjf;lskdjf !!!!! <33333 if you’re like Izetta than I love you x100000000000000000 also lol when I do end up publishing this (I’m hoping some time in 2021) it’ll probably be thru Kindle epub which means unfortunately I can’t sell the books for $0 but I can do $0.99 XD. Idk if I’ll print them, just cuz that costs a bit, but fuck I’d love to XD. 

Also I was gonna just dump a snippet here but I have no self control so here’s the first chapter. It’s Izetta’s POV because I love her. 

“Lazy, slovenly girl,” Patrice muttered viciously as Izetta tore her room apart trying to find her best broach. 

“Where is it!?” Izetta groaned, pulling out her dresser drawers and dumping the clothing on the floor as Patrice gritted her teeth and stood the table back up on its legs. 

“Use the one I laid out for you, I don’t see what your insistence is with this copper monstrosity,” Patrice spat, repositioning candles and a bowl of fruit on the table. 

“I’m going to see the queen Patrice!” Izetta said, moving on to her wardrobe. 

“You’re going to be late to see the queen Izetta,” Patrice snapped. 

Panic seized Izetta and she growled in frustration. “It’s going to go all wrong.”

“Stop your fretting, put these on and go,” Patrice said, shoving a pair of leather boots to Izetta’s chest. Izetta sighed, but slipped them on, when she straightened again Patrice smiled warmly. “You’ll do great, there’s no need to be nervous.” She held out her hand, with the broach on her wrinkled palm. 

Izetta’s eyes widened and she grinned, taking it and throwing her arms around Patrice. “Oh thank you!” she said, before bolting away. “I’ll clean this up later!” she called behind her as she pinned the broach to her lapel. 

“Sure,” Patrice said with a fond eyeroll. 

Izetta sprinted through the palace, dodging servants who yelped and then laughed when they recognized her. The palace was massive, with long winding corridors made of polished marble and mother-of-pearl. It all gleamed in the sunlight that streamed through the beautiful stained-glass windows decorated with scenes of Kantoga’s history. Everything was high, elegant archways and delicate statues adorned every doorway. Izetta didn’t have much time to appreciate it, but she already knew every feature of the palace by heart--growing up in it does that to a person.

Her leather boots slid across the smooth hallways until she was skating more than running, and she had to jump over a few servants busy polishing every surface diligently. Finally she turned the last corner, arriving at the largest room in the palace--and the more elegant. The queen’s throne room. 

The ceiling was so high you had to crane your neck to see the top of it, but it was adorned with a night sky filled with gleaming stars that looked like they were falling. There were huge windows made of perfectly clear glass and a throne carved out of an outrageously massive topaz. 

Izetta’s breath caught as she spotted the queen, in all her regal glory, standing by one of the windows with her hands clasped behind her back. She was wearing a long, flowing white dress with diamonds and little accents of gold detailing it. She had a train trailing almost ten feet behind her that was perfectly spread. Her brown hair was in a graceful braid wrapped around the crown of her head and decorated with pearls, her olive skin looked like it was glowing, and as she turned around she beamed at Izetta, her deep brown eyes gaining stunning wrinkles around them. 

Her etherealness made Izetta slightly self-conscious. She was wearing her nicest doublet--the light green one with slightly puffed sleeves and a high collar. Her nicest leather boots and white chemise tucked into a pair of black, fitted pants. Her blonde hair--cut short, above the ears--was freshly washed and Patrice had used some cream to make her usually dry pale skin “dewy.” Izetta didn’t know what that meant but Patrice had seemed pleased. She wasn’t nearly as extravagant or graceful as the queen, but she kept her chest out and shoulders back as the queen smiled at her. 

“Ileta!” The image was a little shattered as the queen seemed to forget Izetta’s name, but Izetta recovered quickly. 

“Izetta,” she corrected, with a low bow, “my queen.” 

“Right! So sorry, scatterbrained could probably be my middle name,” the queen laughed.

“No! Not at all!” Izetta said quickly, “Easy mistake to make, they sound so similar.

“Ah thank you,” the queen said, walking over and patting Izetta’s cheek briefly. “So nice to see a humble soul.” Izetta beamed. Then the queen cleared her throat, turning away and folding her hands in front of her. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you here--er…” she hesitated. 

“Izetta,” Izetta said happily. 

“Right--Izetta. Well, I’m told you are out top agent,” the queen said. 

“Assassin, my queen,” Izetta said. 

The queen waved her hand dismissively, “Oh but that sounds so guttural. It matters not however, because I need you, to do something very important for me,” the queen paced for a moment. 

“Anything my queen,” Izetta said without hesitating. 

The queen waved her dismissive hand again, “yes, yes I know--tell me, what do you know of the Cyron siblings?” she asked, not bothering to look at Izetta, who’s brow furrowed. 

“Everything my queen, they’re our only enemies children,” she said.

“Obviously, yes, but what else.”

Izetta thought for a moment, then recomposed herself. “Lazarus Ivory Cyron and Lazarus Monte Cyron are the children of Lazarus Cyron. He appointed them as co-supreme generals of his entire army, replacing Natalia Youngblood, and they are known for their domination in battle as well as aptitude for leadership. Lazarus Ivory is the elder sibling, more prone to handling Caelest’s water-based troops while Lazarus Monte operates on land. Between them they’ve won over fifty battles since becoming supreme generals and before that they both served in the Caelestian royal army as--”

“Yes, yes--but what do you know about their personal lives?” the queen interjected, still pacing. 

“Uh--” Izetta hesitated, “not… a lot? They seem to be only close to one another and have a hard time trusting others.”

“Hm,” the queen said again, pausing and finally looking at Izetta again. “Listen to me very carefully Iletta--” the queen started, coming and placing her hands on the sides of Izetta’s face and looking intensely into her eyes. 

“--Izetta,” Izetta corrected. 

“Right--Izetta--listen to me,” the queen said, “I need you to find out everything you need to about the siblings so that you can kill them.” 

“You… want me to assassinate Caelest’s co-supreme generals and heirs to the throne?” Izetta asked. 

The queen’s face scrunched up, “ugh, yes but not that word, I already said it was crude.”

Izetta felt breathless, she couldn’t help the mile-wide grin that split her face. “Yes my queen,” she said, excitement fizzing in her blood and making her fingers go numb. 

“You will do this, for me? For your kingdom?” the queen asked, still holding Izetta’s face and staring intensely. 

Izetta nodded enthusiastically. “Yes my queen,” she said. 

The queen’s hands dropped and she walked away. “Perfect, you start now, do not fail me,” she said in dismissal. Izetta bowed and hurried out of the throne room. 

As soon as she knew she was out of earshot Izetta whooped loudly, causing a group of polishing servants to glare at her. She ignored them and spun down the corridors back to her room, feeling light and dreamy as she started to form a plan.

She was so lost in thought that she almost bowled right over Patrice, who was refolding the clothes Izetta had dumped out of her dresser in search of her broach. She kissed it and giggled--it was extremely simple, just a little copper circle with a wolf on the inside, but she’d had it her whole life--through everything. 

“I take it the summons went well?” Patrice said, laughing a little at Izetta’s beaming face. 

Izetta just smiled wider and swept the older woman up into a waltz that Patrice rolled her eyes at. 

“Oh it went wonderfully Patrice, the queen herself gave me a new job--two actually,” Izetta said, and Patrice raised a brow. Her expression became a bit more pinched as she did, but Izetta didn’t notice. “You’ll never guess who,” Izetta said, eyes gleaming. 

“It wouldn’t happen to be the Cyron siblings would it?” Patrice sighed. 

“It’s the Cyron siblings Patrice!” Izetta said, whirling Patrice into a spin that she slipped out of, wiping her hands on her apron and pursing her lips. 

“Oh,” she said quietly. 

Izetta--still oblivious, threw herself down on her bed and stared at the ceiling with a dreamy expression. “Isn’t it wonderful Patrice? Her majesty finally recognizes my potential! She entrusted me with killing the heirs, the Cyron siblings.” 

“Izetta--” Patrice started, wringing her hands out. 

“I’ll start by contacting our spy, god knows I can’t stand Aether but he’s been on the inside for almost a decade, he’ll know everything I need and--”

“Izetta,” Patrice snapped, and Izetta stopped her planning to look at Patrice. She had a frustrated expression on her face, making her lip curl up a bit in a snarl. It wasn’t an unusual expression, in fact, it combined with Patrice’s greying hair tied in a tight braid and her wrinkled, round face was how Izetta always imagined Patrice--usually griping about something Izetta was doing wrong. Patrice had been friends with Izetta’s father, and when he died she took Izetta in. The younger girl didn’t exactly see her as a mother--Patrice insisted she didn’t--more of a very present grandmother, kind and loving but harsh and unyielding at the same time. 

“Are you sure…” Patrice paused, pursing her lips and sighing, “are you sure this is a good thing?” she asked, meeting Izetta’s eyes. 

Izetta frowned, “of course, this is what I’ve trained my whole life for! With the Cyron siblings out of the way Lazarus will be weakened and we can finally attack and relieve the Caelestian citizens of his cruel reign.”

“But--” Patrice started. 

“I will do this Patrice, I will kill them or I will die trying, this was the entire point of my life--my meaning,” Izetta said, standing up and walking towards Patrice. 

“I know child, that’s what I’m afraid of.” 

Izetta felt stung. “You think I will fail?” 

“I think if you do you will die, I think you will die making a stupid decision to please our useless queen,” Patrice snapped, and Izetta reeled back like she’d been struck. 

“Patrice you can’t--” 

“Do not tell me what to speak of child, she is manipulating you. If anyone can succeed it is you but she doesn’t know that Izetta. She is sending you in and she doesn’t care if you die.” Patrice took Izetta’s hand and cupped her cheek. “Please Izetta, please don’t die for her,” she pleaded. 

Izetta blinked, stunned. After a moment she closed her mouth and pressed her forehead to Patrice’s. “I have to do this Patrice, I won’t die.” she whispered. 

Patrice sucked in a breath that sounded heart-wrenchingly close to a sob and Izetta almost shattered, but then Patrice’s breathing evened again and she stepped back, completely composed and back straight. She wiped her hands on her apron and sniffed, looking at Izetta’s chin rather than her eyes. 

“If anyone can do this, it’s you,” Patrice said, “I just wish it wasn’t,” she added, stepping forward to kiss Izetta on the forehead. She had to stand on her toes for it, and Izetta felt hollowed out. 

Then Patrice sighed, gave Izetta a final once over, nodded, and left Izetta alone in her room.

#avoiding war #fuck it! Have the chapter!! #XDD #ok also for some reason it's glitching out and won't let me put half the answer above the lil read more buddy so #akdjf;alsdkj #XD

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𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes | no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): angry nolan, bad words and mentions of std’s

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4,901

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: so i’m not a huge health expert, so there’s a good 90% chance that the way the appointment in this goes, isn’t factual. so please don’t attack me lmao. tbh this idea came to me while i was cleaning out our garage??? like i think this is gonna be a multi-part imagine??? safe sex is important everybody!!!! even if you’re on bc, condoms are important so please be safe!!!! ok enough rambling, bye!

“Chlamydia! The stupid asshole has Chlamydia!” You screamed, pacing back and forth as you waved the piece of paper in front of your best friend, Nolan's face. “He has Chlamydia and he wasn’t even going to tell me!”

“Well, do uh...have you er—“ Nolan asked, the tips of his ears turning red as he scratched at his neck.

You stopped and stood directly in front of him, the piece of paper feeling like it was on fire as you held it in your hand. “What?”

“Have you...” His eyes shifted from the paper to you and then back to the paper. “You know...”

Now it was your turn to turn red from embarrassment as his eyes stayed glued to the piece of paper. You and Nolan have been best friends since you were kids, sharing all the awkward moments that growing up with an opposite-sex best friend had to offer. He was (unfortunately) there for your first period, your parents gave you joint sex talks after they walked in on the two of you sharing a quick, experimental kiss when you were 10 (which also marked the end of your joint sleepovers) you knew each other’s, body counts— there was nothing in this world that could make you feel embarrassed in front of him...or so you thought. Because him asking you whether or not you have an STD was brand new territory and you didn’t like it.

“No,” You stared back down at the piece of paper, looking for the date. “But the results say he came in Tuesday last week and we haven’t had sex—“

“Nope, stop right there.” He held up his hand and got up off of the couch, walking towards the kitchen and grabbing his keys off the counter. “I guess our parents duel birds and bees talk didn’t scare you as much as it did me, because if it did— you’d be more aware of STD’s and getting tested.”

“Oh trust me, I was scared the moment your mom brought out the fresh produce.” You replied, cringing at the memory of your parents teaching you about condoms. “But we haven’t had sex in—“

“Doesn’t matter Y/N! Who’s to say he hasn’t had....” He paused as the elevator doors closed behind you. He couldn’t even bring himself to say the word— and you were thankful for it. “What I’m trying to say is, guys are idiots. He could have had all the signs and ignored them and not realized something was wrong until too late and that’s why he got tested.”

When the elevator doors opened again, he walked ahead of you and you followed behind like a puppy. “What you need to be focused about, besides getting tested, is why the hell he’s had these results for almost two weeks and hasn’t told you.”

“Oh trust me, I’m giving him an ear full the next time I see his sneaky ass.” You mumble, getting into Nolan’s car and putting on your seatbelt.

He didn’t say another word as he left the parking garage to his apartment building and began driving down the road. You were equally as calm as you were embarrassed right now, and you had Nolan to thank for it. He’s been your rock since you were kids, even taking you under his wing the moment that you decided to move to Philly last year, for a job opportunity that you couldn’t refuse and one that your parents didn’t understand. He and his teammate, Travis let you stay with them rent free until you could save up some money and find a place. But instead of finding a place, you found Preston.

Nolan was supportive of course, but his unease about just how soon you and Preston moved in together was not something he ever shied away from. The two of you even got into a huge argument about it the night before you moved in with Preston. The worst argument you’ve ever had, one that had you thinking that you’d probably never talk to one another again. But the next morning, Nolan had an edible arrangement sent to your desk with an apology and everything’s been well ever since. He’s always been supportive of you, no matter what you’ve done— and now is no different.

“Um Nol, this isn’t the way to my doctor's office.”

“That’s because we’re not going to a doctors office. You need results quicker than what a doctor’s office an offer. Not three days, not next week, now.” He pulled off the road and into the parking lot of a small clinic. “So, you’re doing a walk-in and getting your results the same day.”

“Do I even want to know how you know where a walk-in clinic is?” You asked, your eyebrows raised. It was hard to imagine that he’d ever had to come here for testing— oh God, what if he’s come here for another reason?

Nolan laughed, shaking his head as he opened his car door. “Never for me. Travis has made a visit or two after some...interesting encounters.”

You let out the breath you hadn’t even known you’d been holding and got out of the car. “I was about to say, I’m way too young to be a Godmother, Nolan.”

He mumbled something before getting out of the car. It was low, but it sounded like he said “you don’t have to worry about that,” but then again, this mumbling was a lot lower than his normal incoherent mumbling. So you probably misheard him. You shook it off and got out of the car, following Nolan into the small clinic. You didn't know what you were expecting. Any time you've ever gotten blood work or any kind of medical test done– it was at your own doctor's office.

There were four other people sitting in the waiting room, and you couldn't help but wonder what they were here for. Or if just by simply looking at you, they knew that your scumbag of a boyfriend had possibly given you chlamydia. "Here."

You shook yourself out of your thoughts to find Nolan shoving a clipboard into your chest. "What is this?"

"You were off in Y/N-land, so I got your paperwork. Just fill it out and then hand it off. She said a doctor should be with you shortly." He walked towards two chairs in the corner and sat down, patting the one next to him.

Your legs felt like jello as you followed suit and sat down. Picking up the pen that was connected to the clipboard, your eyes skimmed the paper. It was asking for basic facts like your name, age, insurance provider, and what you were there for– nothing too intimate. Though you knew the nurse or doctor you'd be cared by, would ask them as soon as you walked through that door. You slowly filled out the information before walking back up to the women, giving her a smile as she took the clipboard from you. "Just have a seat and we'll have someone with you in just a moment."

You nodded, turning back and immediately bumping into a little boy, no older than four. "Sorry." He giggled, running past you and over to a woman sitting by the small play area. No sooner than he bumped into her legs, she looked up and gave you a smile before returning back to filling out her paper.

A chill went down your spine as you walked back to Nolan and you could feel your palms begin to sweat. What if Preston had given you Chlamydia? What's the treatment? What if you had something worse? What were you going to tell your parents? Would you tell your parents? Surely Nolan wouldn't rat you out. Oh God, Nolan. He's as recognizable as a mall Santa. There's no way word won't get out that the Nolan Patrick, a Center for the Philadelphia Flyers, was sitting in a walk-in clinic with a nervous looking girl.

You could see the headlines now. 'Has Nolan Patrick knocked up a girl?' 'Tis the season for hockey– and a baby?!' You couldn't even begin to think about the mean tweets and comments on Instagram without feeling the least bit nauseous.

"Hey, you okay?" Nolan whispered, leaning over to you.

Whether it was his voice or the sudden realization of your situation, you got chills down your back and up your arms. "You should leave. I don't want you to get ostracized or something for being seen at a clinic with me."

In true Nolan fashion, he rolled his eyes. "I'm not letting you do this alone."

The door separating the waiting room from the rest of the clinic opened and a middle-aged woman in scrubs stood there with a clipboard in her hand. "Y/N L/N?" It freaked you out the moment her eyes landed directly on you without looking anywhere else in the room.

"Come on, let's go," Nolan said, wrapping his hand around yours and standing up, almost dragging you with him to the back room.

He hadn't let go of your hand the entire walk down the hallway and into a private room, only letting go when the Nurse told you to sit up on the exam table. And even then, he scooted the free chair closer to it in case of any emergent hand holding. "So Miss L/N, you wrote down that you're here for a Chlamydia test, is that correct?"

"Y-Yes ma'am." You replied, playing with your hands as your eyes darted around the room taking in all of the informational posters.

Like a well-oiled machine, she took your blood pressure and temperature, marking them down onto a piece of paper before looking at you again. "Are you having any symptoms?"

You opened your mouth to speak and your throat felt a little dry. You took a small breath and exhaled. "My boyfriend got tested last week and he uh....he has it. So I thought that I'd get tested..."

Her eyes immediately looked at Nolan with raised eyebrows. "Did you just do a Chlamydia test or a full STD screening?"

After her question went unanswered, Nolan looked away from a poster on the wall to see her staring at him. His cheeks immediately went red as his eyes widened. "Oh no. No, no I'm not–" he cleared his throat, giving you an embarrassed look. "I'm not her boyfriend."

"He's my emotional support best friend," You smiled, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "He actually drove me here."

The nurse gave you a smile before turning back to Nolan. "Will you be getting any testing done today, young man? Or just her?"

"Just her."

She nodded and turned back to you with the clipboard in her hands. "Do you want him in the room when I ask these questions? They get a little personal."

"That's okay, I'll just go ahead and excuse my–"

"No!" You held onto his hand tighter, giving him a pleading look. "He stays. Otherwise, I think I might faint."

Nolan squeezed your hand back and leaned into his chair as the Nurse nodded her head. "Okay, so these are just some basic questions. There's no need to be nervous or scared, I'm here to help you figure everything out, okay?"

You gulped and nodded, feeling the nerves surge through your body. "O-Okay."

"Have you or your boyfriend ever had an STD before?"

"I haven't, no," You shook your head, burrowing your eyebrows as you thought about Preston and his sexual history...which you realized you hadn't really known much about. "I don't know about him, though."

"That's okay, no worries." She smiled, scribbling down. "How many people have you had sex with?"

"4, including my boyfriend and he's the only person I've been having sex with for the last 9 months."

"The kind of sex you've had?"

You felt your body begin to heat up at her question. She really wasn't kidding about how personal they got. You were starting to question whether or not you should have had Nolan leave the room. You glanced over at him to see that he was looking at everything except for you, probably trying to make himself seem invisible...but the flush of his cheeks shows that he too was feeling a little embarrassed.

"Um...everything?" You squeaked, feeling your heart hammer at the fact that your best friend now knew that you were no longer untouched in the backdoor apartment. Something that you two never really dwelled on the topic at all, but he still knew that you weren't the biggest fan. Your eyes went back to Nolan and his head was now ducked and staring at the floor.

"So, Vaginal, Oral, Anal–"

"Yes, yes, next question please." 

God, if you're listening...please swallow me up right now.

"How often do you use protection? And is there anything else you do that could increase your chances of getting an STD?" How she was able to keep a stone cold face as she asked these questions, you had no clue. Because between both you and Nolan, you'd think that the two of you were tomatoes.

"Um...maybe like, 50% of the time, I guess? I've got the implant in my arm, but he switches on and off with condoms. And no, nothing that comes to mind."

She scribbled down the information onto the paper and gave you a reassuring smile before placing the clipboard down onto the counter and opening some cabinets. "Now, I know you came here just for the Chlamydia test, but is there any other testing you'd like to get done? Pregnancy? A full STD screening?"

"Um, sure? I guess."

She wrote some more stuff down on the clipboard before walking over towards the door. "Give me a minute and I'll be right back with the doctor, okay?"

She walked out of the room and it was as if she took all of the air with her. The tension between you and Nolan was so heavy, it was suffocating. "So, babies..."

"WHAT?"

He stood up and walked across the room, pointing to an anatomical poster of a baby in the womb. "There's a lot of babies in this room."

You could tell that he was trying his best to relieve the tension, but he was ultimately failing.  "Sorry, you had to sit through that. If I would have known the kind of questions..."

He shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets. "S'okay. It was uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck and you could tell he was trying to fight his body from letting his cheeks redden even more. "Educational?"

You burst into laughter as the tears you'd been holding back released themselves. Out of all of the things, Nolan calling the fact that he learned you'd done anal...educational. "I love you," you sniffled, wiping your cheeks as he came and sat down next to you again. "What am I going to do? What if I have it? What if I'm pregnant? What if–"

He covered your mouth and while he had a smile on his face, the calmness in his eyes spoke to you the most. "What you're not going to do is give yourself a panic attack, okay?"

You nodded and he dropped his hand, reaching down and holding yours. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

He looked around the room, his eyes settling on a stack of pamphlets on the counter. He got back up and looked through them, coming back with what looked to be like one from every pile. "We read up on it. So if your results do come back positive, you have the right information and treatment so you won't send yourself into a panic attack."

He sat down and placed the pamphlets down next to him, taking both of your hands in his as you sniffled again. "I'm right here Y/N and I'm not leaving, okay? Whatever happens, you'll have me right here by your side."

He reached up and wiped your cheek, giving you a smile as you nodded. The door opened and the nurse from earlier came back in with the doctor by her side. "Hi Y/N, I'm Dr. Pippen," He smiled, extending his hand to you before turning to Nolan. "And this must be the emotional support best friend."

"Nolan, sir," Nolan replied, shaking his hand.

"Nice game Friday and an even better win," He replied, turning back to look at the paper the Nurse had written on. "So, what we're going to do is a basic STD screening and then a pregnancy test. Have you ever had any of those before?"

"No sir, never."

"Alright, so Chlamydia and Gonorrhea tests can be done through urine samples, so we'll have you pee in a cup and that's how we'll do your pregnancy test as well. Those results you'll be able to receive tomorrow." He flipped the paper over as the nurse prepared the sterile cup and pulled out packaged needles and labeled tubes. "Now, for the rest, we'll be taking small blood samples and those can take another day or two depending on how backed up the lab is."

"What are the rest you're screening for, sir?" Nolan asked, interacting during your appointment for the first time.

"HIV, Syphilis, and Hepatitis B." He looked up from the clipboard and gave you a reassuring smile. "Based on your answers, it's a slim chance that you could have any of those, but it's never a bad thing to be safe, okay?"

You just nodded and looked at Nolan as you heard the Nurse start to prepare to take some blood samples. "Hey, how are we ever supposed to get matching tattoos if you're freaking out over some tiny needles," Nolan whispered, the glint in his eye telling you not to worry.

"Go ahead and clench your fist for me, honey," the nurse said as you felt her tie the rubber band on your arm. "Perfect, now you'll just feel a pinch."

"Do I still get artistic control of our said, matching tattoos?"

"As long as you don't make it frilly and girly, of course." He said, but you knew he was lying based on the fact that he had three flowers on the inside of his bicep– one of his mom and the other two for his sisters.

"I'm going to pick the frilliest and girliest tattoo ever then."

"Okay, now we just need your urine sample and then you're done." The nurse said, turning back and placing the two tubes of blood into a plastic bag. She turned back to you and handed you another plastic bag with your information on it and a plastic, clear cup. "The bathroom is just right across the hall."

You took the materials out of her hand and were amazed at how solid your legs felt for the first time since finding (bf) paper results. Opening the door, you turned back one last time and looked at Nolan who gave you a small smile and a thumbs up. You turned back and left the room, letting the heavy door close behind you before walking into the bathroom.

You've peed in a cup before, sure. To get your job you had to take a drug test and that wasn't nerve wracking. But this, this was a test that would show whether or not you had two sexual diseases or if you were going to be a mother in 9 months time. Undressing from the waist down, you hovered over the toilet and closed your eyes, trying to relax your hand holding the cup from shaking. Unless you wanted to chug a few bottles of water, this was your only chance to get the test done and leave the clinic.

When you were done, you closed the cup and put it in the bag sealing it. As you washed your hands, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy from your short stint at crying, your hair a little bit of a wreck– but otherwise, you looked the same. You didn't look how you had been feeling the last few hours– different, changed... as nothing would ever be the same after finding out that your boyfriend could have potentially given you an STD.

Walking out of the bathroom and back into the private room, you put the cup in a small tub on the counter and the nurse smiled at you. "I'll go ahead and print you off a copy of your test order and then you're free to go, I'll take you back out front."

You followed her down the hall and through the door, back into the waiting room again, Nolan still by your side. We stood at the front, waiting for her to hand you the printout. When she did, You gave her a thankful smile. "We'll call you with the results, have a nice night."

Walking out of the clinic, you'd expected for the sun to be completely set and the nightlife of Philly to be alive. Yet the sun was only beginning to set and traffic was at ease. It was strange because being in that clinic...it felt like you were in there for hours. Where when you looked at the time, it had really only been 45 minutes. You and Nolan had kept quiet as you got into his car and began to pull out of the parking lot. Coming to a stop, he placed his hand on top of yours and looked at you. "What do you want to do?"

What you wanted to do was drive out to an abandoned lot, get out of the car and just scream– to let out your frustrations. And even though you knew Nolan would support it full heartedly, maybe going to an abandoned lot at this time of day wasn't the best idea. So instead, you took a deep breath, squeezed his hand and said, "take me home."

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Nolan was against dropping you off at your apartment and leaving you there to talk to Preston alone but after insisting and then threatening to cut his hair while he slept...he finally left. You didn't want Nolan to be there when you had the talk with him because you were already embarrassed enough at the fact that he had to take you to the clinic to get tested. Having him hear you argue with your boyfriend about how the hell he got Chlamydia and if he was going to tell you, wasn't something you wanted him there for.

The front door to your apartment opened and Preston strolled in, closing it behind him and hanging his keys up on the hook. "Hey babe," He said, sounding relaxed and happy as he made his way over to you in the living room. "Is everything o–"

That's when he must have seen it, his unfolded test results sitting directly in front of you, face up and in full view. You had your hands tucked beneath your chin as you stared at the paper. "Sit down."

"Where did you get–"

"SIT Preston!" You yelled, keeping your eyes on the paper because you knew the moment that you looked him in the eyes, your facade would fall and the tears would spill.

You reached out and slid the paper over towards him. "Y/N, I can explain."

You let out a gutted laugh, finally looking at him. "Please do! Please explain to me why I found a positive test result for Chlamydia from almost two weeks ago, sitting on the counter!" His eyes stayed looking down at the paper as if he was reading it over. But you knew better, he was just too chicken to look you in the eye. "How?"

You already knew the answer, you just wanted him to say it. To see if he was capable of being an adult and facing his problems head-on. The way his eyebrows furrowed and straightened out again as he chewed on his lip, was showing you that he was contemplating his explanation. The truth or a lie? "Maybe you–"

"Don't you even go there, Preston."

He sighed and rubbed his hands down the front of his face as he fell back into the couch. "It was only two times."

In an instant, it was like those five words sucker punched you so hard in the gut, that you could feel the pain in your back. "O-Only two times? ONE TIME IS BAD ENOUGH PRESTON! BUT TWO?!"

"Y/N, please it was a–"

You held up your hand to silence him, feeling your bottom lip tremble as you collected your thoughts. "I had to get tested today, Preston. Nolan had to drive me to the fucking walk-in clinic to get tested for Chlamydia and every other fucking STD in the book because you can't keep your minuscule dick in your pants?"

You stood up and held your hands out to calm yourself, looking at him. "And you have the fucking guts, to say it was only two times...and that it was a mistake," you laughed and shook your head. "Fucking unbelievable."

You heard the couch shift back as he stood up fast, clenching the paper in his hands. "Why were you even going through my stuff?"

"You left it on the kitchen counter, genius!" You said, turning your back to him and crossing your arms. "Get out."

"What?" He asked, scoffing at your demand. "This is my apartment! I'm not getting out of my apartment."

"Fine," You turned back to him, glaring at him. "Then I'm leaving. I'll come back for all of my stuff."

"Come on, Y/N, let's talk this out like adults and–"

"ADULTS?" You laughed, shaking your head. "WE'RE YOU EVEN GOING TO TELL ME?"

He stood there, his eyes switching constantly between the floor, his test results and you. "Eventually."

"Eventually," you threw your hands up and let them fall against your legs. "Eventually, doesn't work for me, Preston. You're putting my health at risk because you're too much of a coward to tell me that you cheated on me and the skank you did it with gave you an STD."

He lunged forward and grabbed your elbow as you went to walk away from him. "Y/N–"

"Let go of me, Preston!"

No sooner than the words left your lips, your front door burst open and Nolan came storming over towards you. In an instant, Preston's grip was ripped from you as Nolan pushed him against the wall, his forearm pressing against Preston's chest. He turned to you and nodded his head down the hall. "Y/N, go pack a bag," he turned back to Preston and glared at him. "You're leaving."

"Y/N, please don't! We can–" His voice choked off as Nolan slid his forearm up higher towards Preston's windpipe.

"You don't talk to her, you don't look at her," He looked back at you, "Y/N, now."

You turned away from the scene and rushed into the bedroom you shared with Preston. Reaching under the bed, you grabbed your duffel bag and raced around the room, grabbing as much as you could from your assigned drawers, your side of the closet and any of the electronics and other small stuff you'd need. You zipped it up and tossed it over your shoulder, walking out of the room to see Preston still pinned against the wall. He looked in your direction and nodded to his right, signaling for you to go towards the front door.

You walked by Preston, not even bothering to give him a second look as you stood by the door, shuffling side to side as Nolan glared at Preston once more. "You better pray that her test results come back negative or so help me God, I'll come back here and personally kick your ass." He pushed him further against the wall before letting him go, pushing a finger into his chest. "Let's get one thing straight. Whatever her insurance doesn't cover from this testing, you'll pay. We'll be back tomorrow to grab the rest of her stuff around noon. You can either be here, hide away in a fucking corner and not speak or you can choose not to be here when we are. Either way, if I find out that you're trying to contact her, I'll come back and kick your ass."

Preston just nodded his head frantically and Nolan sent him another death glare before walking over to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and lead you out of the door and into the hallway. He kept you close to his side, even taking the bag away from you and carrying it himself as he led you to the elevator of the building. As soon as the doors closed behind you, Nolan leaned back against the elevator wall, his arms crossed. "You never left...did you?"

He looked away from the control panel and over at you. He stood up straight and walked over to you, wrapping you in his arms and hugging you tight. "I told you I wasn't leaving you Y/N." He pulled back and made you looked at him, his face stoic. "I'm not leaving your side ever. Whatever you want to do, I'll support you. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

You stared up at him, noticing the way that his eyes took you in and hugged him tighter, pressing your face into his chest. "Take me home, Nol."

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[happyjuicyfruit]

Hi! I notice the similarities between Derek/Stiles and Geralt/Jaskier. Could I get a fluffy crossover with Derek/Stiles in The Witcher universe. Stiles trips bc he was distracted by a flower or smthn. Derek has to carry him (on Roach or in his arms) to the next town bc he hurt himself :) plllssss

Here you go, @indiana-my-bones I hope this is fluffy enough for ya. 😊

If anyone else wants a prompt filled, I’m still accepting prompts today and tomorrow!

Can also be read on AO3

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My Everything

Derek had learned how to tune Stiles out by this point. After 10 years of traveling on and off together, it was kind of an essential thing for him to do. He couldn’t be listening to Stiles rambling as he fought off a kikimora. He couldn’t be listening to the bards singing as he kept an eye out for any danger as they walked through a monster infested forest. In fact, he often didn’t listen to Stiles at all until he was speaking directly to him.

Which was probably why it took him a while to realize the man wasn’t actually singing behind him anymore.

Derek paused, his hand moving to his sword, his eyes sharp and his ears pricked. Stiles hadn’t wandered off like he sometimes did, singing like an idiot as he ran into a tree. He hadn’t wandered off to piss either. Derek couldn’t hear him at all.

He backtracked, cursing the bard for playing his lute when he should have been paying attention. They were an hour out from Roach, and then only an hour more before they were in their room at the inn. He had been eager to get there, and get himself out of his leather armor.

He didn’t see that happening anytime soon if Stiles had managed to get himself kidnapped or- Derek stiffened, his eyes latching on to the sight of the Stiles’ lute, sitting in the middle of the forest floor. Stiles never left that, ever. Derek lifted his nose, scented the air.

Relief filled his belly when he caught Stiles scent, close by. Derek only had to push back a few branches and there he was.

Upside down and unconscious, caught in a hunting trap.

Derek sighed, shaking his head fondly as he stepped up to his bard, patting him on the cheek gently. “Stiles,” he whispered. Stiles frowned, his eyes starting to blink open, then they widened in alarm.

“Derek? Why is everything upside down?”

“You’ve managed to get yourself half strung up a tree.”

Stiles gaped at him, and then he looked down his own body to his ankle, hanging from the noose and pulled tight around his boot. Derek walked away as Stiles stared at that, looking for grounding rope he could cut to get his bard out of this.

“Uh, yeah, owe.” Stiles said, coming more awake by the second. “Owe, owe, owe! Get me down from this thing, Derek, it hurts!”

“Trying.” Derek said, still scanning the ground.

“Gods, my head is pounding as well.”

“Yes, you probably hit that on your way up.”

“Gosh, really? Like I don’t have enough problems. Did you know, Derek, that I have blood in my boots from this blasted hike you’ve taken me on? Blood!”

Yes, he had been able to smell the blood, but hadn’t known how to bring it up. “Should have worn better boots.”

“Better- what, how dare you! Do you know how expensive this pair was? And now they’re ruined!”

“I told you not to come, Stiles.”

“Psh, when has that ever stopped me.”

Never, Derek silently lamented. Not that he didn’t enjoy the man’s company, but when things like this happened, he couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault.

Stiles would be safe indoors if it wasn’t for him. Not strung up a tree.

“Derek? Are you alright?”

Derek glanced at the man, who for some reason looked concerned for Derek while he was strung up a tree. Instead of replying though, he took out his knife, and slipped it under the grounding rope, snapping the rope that had Stiles tied up in the tree. He grabbed it before it could fly away, gently lowering Stiles to the ground so he didn’t bash his head again.

“Well, that’s kind of you,” Stiles said, smiling up at him from the ground. “Thanks for not just dropping me.”

Derek frowned at him, “I would never just drop you.”

Stiles' smile turned soft, “I know, big guy.”

Derek looked away, feeling his face flush at the soft look in Stiles’ eyes. He glanced around at the trees, pretending to check their surroundings when he knew full well that nothing was near them for miles.

Stiles grabbed his hand to help himself up without waiting for Derek to offer.

“Alright, a bit of a headache, but I think I should be- owe!” Stiles' leg gave out as soon as he tried to step on it. Derek caught him before he could fall to the ground again. “Alright, well…” Stiles tried to put pressure on his foot again and winced, “yeah, nope, I’m just gonna… yeah, I’ll just live here now.”

Derek frowned at him, “what?”

“I can’t walk like this, I’m stuck here. I might as well settle in. Make myself comfortable- ah!”

Derek had Stiles up in his arms before the idiot could finish his sentence, he started walking with a roll of his eyes. Always so dramatic.

“Derek, you don’t have to- wait!” Derek stopped, raising a brow down at the bard. “Where’s Roscoe?”

He rolled his eyes again, “your lute is right here,” he said, stepping through the branches and crouching down enough for Stiles to grab the instrument off the forest floor.

“Oh, my baby,” Stiles looked the lute over, “oh thank the gods, you’re alright.”

Derek stopped himself from rolling his eyes again. Always so dramatic.

—

Traveling with Stiles in his arms was different from traveling with Stiles wandering behind him.

For one thing, it was much more difficult to ignore him this way.

“- so I told the man, no you ignorant fool,” Stiles was on his third rambling story in the last 45 minutes. They were almost to Roach, though, and then Derek could put Stiles up on her back and ignore him again. “My wolf would never kill an innocent woman, she must have been a monster of some sort. And then-“

“And then I dropped the succubuses head on the table between you two. Yes, I was there for that part.”

“Oh yeah, I guess you were,” Stiles said. Instead of looking annoyed that Derek had interrupted his story, he looked almost pleased.

Derek did not understand this man.

“Hey Derek, can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Why do you always name your horses Roach?”

Derek shot him a look, it was a random question, but Stiles looked nothing but curious.

“It’s easier.” He answered simply, but Stiles waited, like he knew there was more to it than that. Derek sighed, “and my… My first horse was named Roach. I like to think she’s still with me, living on in the others.”

This time when he glanced at Stiles, the bard’s eyes were twinkling up at him. Derek quickly looked away.

“What would you name your next horse if it could be anything?” Stiles asked him next.

Derek shrugged, “I don’t know… Cam… Camaro?”

Stiles nose wrinkled, “that’s not even a name. Stick with Roach.”

Derek huffed, shaking his head fondly again.

“Hey Derek…” Stiles started again, but then trailed off.

“What?”

Stiles still hesitated, it wasn’t until they were almost at Roach did he break his silence. “Why are you doing this?”

Derek’s steps faltered at the quiet vulnerability in Stiles voice. “Doing what?”

“Why are you carrying me?”

“Because you’re injured.”

“Yeah, but you… you say we aren’t even friends, but I know… I know you care.” Derek stopped walking entirely at that, because of course he cared. Stiles wasn’t even sure he cared? But the bard went on, “and this, this makes it kind of impossible to pretend you don’t. And I…. I just get a bit lonely, sometimes, so maybe- when it’s just you and me out here, and no one else, could you maybe, just this once, tell me I’m your friend? Just - just this once-“

“You’re not my friend, Stiles.”

“Oh.” Stiles deflated in his arms, and Derek cursed himself. He had never been good at talking.

He ducked his head, until his eyes were level with his bards. “You mean much more to me than a friend.”

Stiles stared at him, eyes wide, and then he perked up, “what- really?”

Derek nodded. “You’re my… at this point, I don’t know what I would do without you, Stiles. You’re my everything.”

Stiles surged forward. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, it was all enthusiasm, and too much teeth, but it settled something in Derek he hadn’t known was there. When they pulled back, they were both smiling at each other. Derek hadn’t even known he had the ability to make a goofy smile, but he could feel it on his lips.

The things Stiles did to him.

“We’re almost at Roach,” Derek said, clearing his throat and starting to walk again. “You can ride her to the inn.”

“I’d rather ride you.”

Derek stumbled on the path, and Stiles laughed in glee, “oh, look at you! Even your ears blush!” Stiles poked at his reddening skin, until Derek pretended to bite at his fingers. Then Stiles tossed his head back to laugh.

—

At the inn, after Stiles' ankle was wrapped, and his head was looked at, the two of them lay in bed together, sharing soft kisses well into the night. Eventually, Stiles snuggled down and fell asleep in his arms.

Derek didn’t fall asleep for a while, his eyes on his bard, a smile on his kiss swollen lips.

His bard… his everything.

—

[spookysanta]

Clouded in Anger. (g.d.) 1 of 3

Summary: they’ve been fighting a lot lately and today, she’s decided that she wants things to go in a “different” direction. let’s see how that turns out.

Pairing: Grayson DolanxReader

WARNINGS: swearing, angry!Grayson, SMUT,

dom!grayson, other nasty shit i can’t remember.

so i’m gonna be completely honest—this is TRASH. i wrote this like three years ago and was like “why didn’t i put this on tumblr?” so this is me. putting it on tumblr. :/ enjoy i guess.

UNEDITED BC IT’S SO BAD IT’S FUNNY

**

"Good morning," I mumbled in his ear. He looked so good when he was sleeping.

He responded incoherent words and shifted his body as he continued to snore. His eyebrows furrowed and then his eyes open. He glanced above him and cleared his throat. "Uh, [Y/N].."

"Yes?" I replied innocently.

"I'm tied to the headboard."

"Are you?"

He grabbed the belt between his fingertips and yanked at the belt that held his wrists together above his head. "Yes, I am." He groaned.

"Oh well." I shrugged. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"No the hell you aren't," he scolded. "you're gonna untie me." His eyes narrowed and his voice was stern.

I glanced back at him as I continued to walk towards the bathroom door, towel and washcloth in hand. "No. I'm not."

And then I closed the door to begin my day.

~

When I told Grayson that there will be times in which my kinkyness gets the best of me and there may be days in which I take the form of a vampire on his skin, he thought I was kidding.

Wrong.

Yes, I've come to love the mere idea of him submitting to me. And I'm starting to think that he loves me dominating him.

Well, somehow, we dominate each other. Those are the nights I enjoy the most—loud screams, followed by quiet snores.

I smirked and exited the bathroom, hair wet and dripping onto my silk pajamas. I looked towards the bed and expected him to be waiting patiently in his confinements practically begging for me to untie his wrists and pounce onto his body like a lion, only—

He was gone.

The belt he was once trapped undee was now torn and thrown onto the floor.

He submits to me. But there are times in which he wants to dominate. And when he dominates, he dominates. To the point where I'd have to call in sick for the next couple of days and work from home solely because the feeling has been fucked out of my lower half.

And it's fun. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

But what I don’t enjoy, are nights like last night when things got out of hand with our arguing, bickering, yelling, and fighting until three in the morning.

Long story short: he was in the right and was mad that I wouldn't apologize.

But what can I say? I'm stubborn. And I'll be damned if I'll give into his pitiful attitude just because he was in the right.

I was slightly timid now. It doesn't help that he woke up angry and I've been teasing and taunting him for the past few days. He was lurking somewhere, I knew; and once he finds me I'd instantly become his prey.

Not that I necesarily minded.

I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was watching my back because not only was he angry at me, but he was horny, too. And there's no telling what he'll do.

I hummed a random tune as I poured myself a glass of orange juice. I gulped it down and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. My thoughts of my upcoming meetings during the week were interrupted as the front door flew open and then slammed shut.

He grumbled words quietly to himself and set his keys, a plastic bag and his wallet on the dining table.

I remained silent.

He trotted into the kitchen, my heartbeat accelerating. He yanked the refrigerator door open and peeked his head in and grabbed his leftovers from dinner at the Cheesecake Factory a couple nights ago. His hands fumbled with the container as he roughly put his food in the microwave and slammed the fridge door closed again. He leaned his back against the kitchen counter and folded his arms with a stare in my direction that could strike anyone dead if he looked at them for too long.

I tugged at my curly hair, suddenly interested in my split ends.

The microwave beeped. "So you can't speak?"

I continued my silence.

"Oh, okay," he rubbed the hair on his chin and chuckled halfheartedly. "Not talking would be the last thing I'd do if I were you."

"I don't know what to say." I mumbled.

"How about 'Grayson you were right'? Or, let’s try this one—‘I’m sorry for tying you up at 8 a.m. when you had to pee’?"

"No." I shook my head.

"You know I was right. All I'm asking for is a simple apology."

"No."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Listen, we can do this the easy way or my way." He shrugged. "And if we do it my way, you won't enjoy it."

I rolled my eyes. "No."

His eyes widened and his one of his arched eyebrows raised. "Oh, so we're doing things my way?" he nodded slowly. "Okay." he curled his index finger towards me. "Come here."

"No." I hopped from my seat at the kitchen table and waltzed in the direction of the stairs. I had a feeling he was going to be extra animalistic today. Also known as extra annoying.

"No. I didn't say go over there, I said come here. To me." His heavy footsteps pounded onto the tile of the kitchen floor as he began to approach me.

I backed slowly out of the kitchen.

"Come here!" He bellowed in a rasped voice. "Now."

He wasn't just mad, he was fuming. At what, though? The fact that I won’t apologize? It doesn’t matter honestly; because either way, I know he’ll beat my ass regardless.

I shook my head and turned to run upstairs and into my bedroom before he could get his hands on me. "Get back here!" His voice rang in my ears as I sprinted up the stairs and into our shared bathroom's towel closet.

I was actually kinda scared.

He pushed open the bedroom door with his Doc Marten boots being silenced by the fluffy carpet he stood on. There was no way he could find me. Even though I was hiding in one of the most obvious of places, I knew he wouldn't think to look there because he's so clouded by his anger.

"[Y/N]!" He exclaimed. "Get your ass out here before I really get angry."

My breath hitched. I knew for a sure fact he wouldn't hurt me too bad, but I was still scared because sometimes he went too far. I'm just not sure where the line of 'too far' is to be drawn.

He yanked the bathroom door open and stepped through, walking swiftly past the closet like I knew he would.

He stood still and his eyes darted in different directions before they locked on the closet door. He smirked.

"You think you can hide?" He spoke gruffly. "I don't think so." The door flew open and his devious grin grew larger.

"There you are." He continued. "I've got somethings in store for you."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into our bedroom and threw me onto the bed. I fearfully scurried away from his towering form and he dragged me back to where he was standing. I whimpered quietly. Reaching into the bag he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a vibrator and something else I couldn't quite place. He cuffed my wrists to the headboard. "Now I'll say this once, so you better listen and listen good." He glared at me. "You deserve this. All of it. I'm not gonna go easy on you and don't think that a simple safe word is gonna stop me. This is your punishment. Understood?"

I nodded.

“Use your words.”

"Yes." I said obediently and nodded again. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Now open your mouth wide for me."

#dolan fandom #dolan twins #grayson dolan #dolan tuesday #grayson dolan smut #planet dolan #dolan imagines #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan imagines #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan x poc #please don’t let this flop #poc dolan twins fics #poc x grayson dolan

[flannelpunkcalum]

The Devil Wears Kevlar - Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

ok technically it’s thursday my dudes but I had to flesh the chapter out a little at the last minute bc I decided you guys deserved another 300 words on this beautiful May night. and yes I KNOW calum’s head is cut off in the photo it’s VAGUELY SYMBOLIC and I didn’t feel like finding another picture also content warning for violence (again) like and subscribe!

“Aspen.” Liam says. His fingers tighten a little in her hair, trying to direct her gaze. “Aspen.”

But there’s nothing he can do. Aspen looks loosely over his shoulder, sees it on the concrete floor in front of her, laid out like a crime show murder board. The killer’s not someone in spandex with a bad temper. He’s a businessman with a drive for power and people like Liam who will make it happen for him.

Liam. How did he become this… this chimera of corporate and old fashioned violence? She meets his brown eyes. She had thought they were warm, once.

He’s still kneeling by her side, making her neck ache with the force of his grip. “Hey.” He says. He doesn’t know what to do, either. “Just - just talk to me. Who’s it gonna hurt? What time does he get to work? Hey, McMichael. It’s gonna be alright. Just -” He sighs. “I don’t want to hit you again.”

“So don’t.” Aspen surprises herself. She doesn’t know where that came from, she had been meaning to bite her tongue until they ripped it out. But when Liam met her eyes, let go and stood up, he was fucked up. She could see it. And she grabbed on to that shred of weakness. “Let’s go. Hood likes me, and if you - if you get me out of here I can get him to help you too -”

“Shut up.”

“- and we can just go, get out of Gotham and -” This time, Aspen saw Liam wind up to hit her and she squeezed her eyes shut before his open hand made contact. It was worse, knowing it was coming - even as her head snapped to the side again the image of Liam standing over her like that burned on the inside of her eyelids. “Fuck.” She groaned lowly, turning her head and rubbing her aching cheek on her shoulder.

“I’m done playing.” Liam says, pacing in front of her. Maybe he’ll get so worked up he’ll just walk out one of the open windows and fall to his death. He doesn’t, though. He grabs the back of her chair and starts dragging her backwards towards one of the gaping spaces in the walls, and then Aspen panics. She flings her weight around, grunting, trying to knock the chair out of his grip, but he just grabs on with his second hand and keeps dragging her at a forty-five across the floor. Fuck. Fuck. The sound of the metal of the chair against the concrete floor is like horror movie foley, it feels so loud. Aspen gasps for breath as Liam stops, pushing the chair so it jolts back to upright. The wind is stronger here. She can feel the ledge like the edge of a knife behind her.

Liam’s not going to kill her. Falcone knows she’s here, if she dies he’ll be mad at Liam and he’ll be in even more trouble. He’s not going to kill her. He’s not.

Liam spins her chair around easily, to make her look at him. His back is to the window, and she thinks if her ankles weren’t chained she could have kicked him just right. He could have fallen out to his death like a Disney villain. “Tell me now.” He says, clapping on his hand on her face, on the cheek still hot with pain. “Tell me everything you fucking know about Hood or I’ll drop you.”

Fear makes Aspen stupid. “You won’t.”

Liam doesn’t smile. It looks like a smile, but it’s like the blade of a scythe on his face. “No?”

He’s a big guy, but Liam moves fast when he wants to. And he wants to. He gets behind her, even while she’s thrashing against the chains, and grabs the back. She can feel the shapes of his knuckles behind her as he moves her the two feet, towards the edge - he’s not gonna kill her, he’s not he’s not he’s not - and he pushes.

Aspen screams. She can feel her body drop for an inch or two until the chains catch it - but Liam doesn’t kill her. He’s just tilted the chair so she’s dangling out the window. But there’s wind on her face, and she can see headlights tracing themselves below her on the city streets. For one terrible moment, she can see herself falling, ragdoll-like, dropping on top of one of those cars. A dent like a crater in some BMW’s roof. Liam’s talking, she realizes. He’s yelling. “Start fucking talking!”

“I don’t know!” Aspen yells, just on instinct. “I - you know when Calum gets in to work. It’s eight thirty. Liam, stop this!”

“Finally have something to say, huh?” The chair tips forwards even more. The ends of the legs slip a fraction of an inch. Aspen screams again, a strangled little whimper. She tried to remember how she was tied to the chair. How likely it was that she’d slip. “What else?”

“I don’t know!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I know you write it down!”

Aspen can barely hear him over the wind and blood rushing through her ears. “I can’t - just stop and I’ll tell you!”

The chair doesn’t pull back. She’s still dangling, her eyes still fixed on the headlights below. “Tell me what his lunch plans are.” Liam growls, and she swears she feels the legs of the chair slip a millimeter closer to the edge. 

Bar Mercutio with the head of Hood Auto. The answer is right on her tongue. She opens her mouth -

“Liam.”

Aspen gets yanked back inside so fast it almost makes her dizzy. Her back slams against the chair but she’s thankful for the sting. She’s alive and upright and sweat is coating her like a second skin and she’s alive.

“Liam, that’s no way to treat a guest.”

Wait. She knows that voice.

She’s still catching her breath, but she hears Liam behind her, stepping away from her chair. “She’s not cooperating, Don Falcone.”

“She wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place.” Aspen doesn’t dare look over her shoulder. She hears some meaty thud, knuckles on some soft body part, and she hears Liam try to swallow a groan.

If that’s how Falcone treats his fucking employees, what’s he gonna do to her?

She hears “Angelo, bring her over,” and she hates that all she can do is sit there and listen to heavy footsteps on the concrete floor before she feels knuckles on the back of the chair and she’s being dragged again. This time, she doesn’t bother to thrash and struggle. She couldn’t if she wanted to. Her body is heavy with fear. 

The chair gets swung around and rattles to stillness in front of Falcone, who looks almost exactly as polished as he did in Calum’s office that morning all those weeks ago. At least he’s giving her a little respect before she dies.

Because that’s what happens next. Of course it is. She knows Liam’s working for him, knows Falcone is behind all the CEO killings - she doesn’t know why, to fill the power vacuum or something, but it doesn’t matter. Calum’s next and she knows when he’s going to be alone, or in transit, or whenever you kidnap someone, and they’re gonna hurt her until she tells them and then they’re gonna kill her.

No one even knows she’s missing, for chrissake.

“Hello again, little girl.”

Aspen bites down on the inside of her lower lip to keep herself from crying. “Don Falcone.” She says, after a long moment.

“I hear you’ve been uncooperative tonight.”

She knows it’s stupid, but in her terror she tries lying again. “I don’t know his schedule off by heart, I’m sorry.” Her voice is slick with fear, she can hear it.

Don Falcone doesn’t even raise his eyebrows. “Not very good at your job, then, are you, my dear?”

“I-I guess not.”

“Hmm.” He says, pulling a white piece of paper from his pocket. Aspen’s heart sinks as she recognizes it. It’s the schedule he stole all those weeks ago from Calum’s office, dog-eared and battered by now. He wants her to know he knows she’s lying, she can tell from the little look he gives her over the top of the page. Her chest heaves. Fuck. “You should have talked to Liam,” He says, folding the paper and putting it back into his pocket. “I might have let him keep you. Oh, we could have gone far together, Ms. McMichael.”

Aspen doesn’t say anything. She becomes aware of Liam lurking in a dimly lit patch of the room, but she can’t take her eyes of Falcone. Keep him talking, a little voice whispers. Evil monologue. If he’s talking, he can’t hurt you. “What would you want with me?” She says, and she doesn’t have to try to make her voice shake.

“A woman of your talents? All manner of things,” He says. “I’m a businessman, same as Mr. Hood. I always need people like you, loyal people. Look at Liam. I need him same as I need men like Angelo here. It’s not like the old days, little girl.” He checks his watch, like this is a meeting running a hair too long. “I don’t have to bribe the police anymore. I am the police.”

“What I don’t understand -” And Aspen knows this is risky, showing her hand, but Falcone obviously intends to kill her and she’ll take every second she has left - “what I don’t understand is why. Sionis and Trident and- and Mr. Hood, what did they have that you needed? You rule Gotham -”

“I don’t rule Gotham. Yet. But I will. Fear is a powerful tool. You’ll see.” Falcone jerks his chin at the man standing behind her, the one who dragged her in here again, and he squats to the floor. Aspen looks to see him rolling out a leather knife roll, like chefs carry, but the metal that catches her eye is glinting off pliers, and then a hammer, and next to that is a scalpel, and she can’t look anymore. With a small sound she turns her eyes back to Falcone, who watches her like a hawk as she licks her lips. “Once the Gotham elite are pissing their designer suits, they’ll be desperate for any solution. And I’ve built myself a reputation for running a tight operation. It’s one thing to take control, but it’s much more delicious to have it handed to you.” 

“So why Calum?” 

“Calum?” Fuck. Falcone leans down until his eyes are level with hers, putting his hands on his knees for support. Aspen tries very hard not to squirm. “Is that why you’re holding your tongue?” He reached out and cupped her face with one hand, soft and moist like a toad’s belly. At this point, she didn’t have the control to try and hide her revulsion. His thumb rests on her cheekbone, dangerously close to the whiteness of her eye. “So sweet, thinking of him in your last moments. I promise you, he won’t return the gesture.” 

Aspen felt the remnants of champagne toss in her belly. That was what she was doing, wasn’t it? Pathetic. 

“Look at you. Loyal as a dog.” He said, patting her cheek twice - well, it was closer to a slap - before he let her go and straightened up. “What did he do to deserve you, hm? All he had to do was reach up your skirt, and -” 

“It’s not like that. You’re wrong.” Aspen said, curling her hands into useless fists. 

“Am I?” Falcone smiled. It was worse than his disdain. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you see him one more time before I have you killed. You’d make such a pretty picture, you two lovers, yes? The intrepid little secretary, gutted like a fish. Like a sweet promise on the other side.”

Aspen swallowed hard. She wished she had a watch. Play for time, play for time. It was just - this was impossible to ignore. “You’re a poet.” She managed around the bad taste in her mouth. 

“Of course. I don’t enjoy this.” Oh, he did, he clearly did, looking down at her, watching her test her chains like a moth jerking on a pin. “I’m not a violent man, sweetheart. I have Angelo for that.” 

She really was going to throw up. This abject fucking man. “So why Calum, then? I’m sure having his net worth parceled off into a trust for the kid isn’t in your best interest.”

Don Falcone eyed her for a second, and for a moment fear tightened like a fist around her lungs. He knew she was trying to waste his time. But after a moment, he let himself answer. After all, she was going to be dead within the hour. “Oh, I don’t need his money now. After his gala? After everything he’s done for the city? His death will be the tipping point. No, no. He could never be the first, either. You see that.” 

“Of course.” She did understand. Calum’s d- fuck, she couldn’t even think the word, but it had to be the climax, not the overture. 

He glances at his watch again, then back at her wan little face. Aspen knows with cold certainty that this is it. “I’ve done enough talking. It’s your turn, my dear.”

Is she really gonna let herself go through this? Keep playing dumb? Her mom is gonna be so sad, she realized, when they can’t have an open casket, and she has to gasp for air for a second. “No, wait, please, I - I can’t tell you anything, I’m so sorry. I don’t know anything!” she hears herself babbling, some small part of her making the choice for her. These minutes of life are precious, even if they’re going to hurt.

Falcone’s not even listening, she realizes, as he talks over her. He’s still so fucking cool, even while he’s figuring out where to dump her body. “Angelo, the ear, I think.” He says, and Aspen breaks as he grabs a handful of her hair and hauls it out off the right side of her face. She’s gone weak - she thinks she’s saying wait, wait, no, please - but he’s not listening. He’s not listening. “Maybe you’ll behave better once you know I’m serious. Don’t bite your tongue, please, or you’ll be no more use to me.” Aspen’s crying again now, she can’t help it, her heart is pounding in her ears - fuck - and the grip in her hair gets tighter until she thinks if she moves he’ll rip it out. Her head is locked in his grip and braced against his body, he smells like leather and something mechanical, she can’t escape it this close. Out of the corner of her eye she sees something silver glint at her like teeth. No. No. No.

That thing about knives being too sharp to hurt? That’s bullshit.

She feels it slip through the first layers of skin, body jolting despite the hold he has on her. And then it starts to /hurt/ and then he meets the cartilage and he has to saw for every millimeter and she can feel the movement go through her body. There’s blood trickling down the side of her face now. Through her blurry vision, she sees Falcone in front of her, and she doesn’t need to see his face to know he is unmoved.

And then she sees something else.

It happens like this - all at once. Cause and effect jumbled.

Someone all in black comes through the window she was dangled out of.

The grip on her hair eases.

Something flies through the air with a shriek.

Something clicks with electricity. It smells like ozone.

Aspen turns to look.

And the knife slips.

#mwahahahaha #is it calum finally doing something? #is it the cops? #is it another evil hitman? #tune in next week to find out #i should have saved the symbolism until next week tbh but whatever #cw: violence #content warning #ch blurb #calum hood fic #calum hood series #5 seconds of summer series #my writing #tdwk8 #the devil wears kevlar #also liams in this one #ceo!cal #batman!au

[simonxriley]

100 for Liz and Price! I can see Liz whining for a sandswitch when shes (not feeling well, with child, ect.) And Price finally giving in but its like 3 in the morning and thats why he didnt want to at first bc he has work and he was salty AF about her getting to stay home while he goes out (but only bc he was tired and he didnt wanna leave her)

*Rubs hands together* There’s a few ways I could’ve gone about this prompt but I decided to go to when Liz was pregnant because she craved a lot of food during that time and they were bickering idiots too. I pretty much took your idea of having Liz make Price leave the house for the sandwich, but I did change it up a bit. This is also more dialogue heavy but I do hope you enjoy this

Drabble Challenge!

Prompt: “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

Besides the constant feeling of discomfort, the mood swings and the weird cravings, Liz’s pregnancy was going swell. The baby was healthy, she was healthy and that’s the most she could ask for. Well maybe actually giving birth since she was eight months along and felt like she was carrying a watermelon, she just wanted him out at this point.

Since she was so far into her pregnancy, her days consisted of sitting, a lot of sitting and getting ready for their soon to be new arrival. Price still worked, but he was taking his paternal leave in a few weeks so he would be there for the birth knowing full well that Liz would have murdered him if he was to miss it because of work. And he wasn’t going back until she was all healed up.

Liz was happy that he wanted to keep working so she could become a stay-at-home mom, but she missed him when he was gone. It was just her, in their little home in Hereford until he comes home late at night. She couldn’t wait until their son was born so he would home a little bit more.

As the day wound down and after getting a few things done in the nursery she decided to watch a movie on the couch until Price came home.

The movie she was watching bore her, but there wasn’t anything else on and she wasn’t about to get up to look through the movies they had. So to pass the time she was trying to catch the popcorn she was eating in her mouth. Luckily it wasn’t long before Price walked into the house.

“Oh thank god you’re home.” She sat up a little more, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and smiled over at him. “I’ve been so bored.”

He walked over to the couch and sat down with a heavy sigh, his hand coming up to rest on her, hopefully done growing swell of a stomach. A small smile forming on his face as his thumb caressed her stomach.

“I’ve missed you too Liz.” He leaned over to give her a chaste kiss. “How are you feeling?”

“I want this child out of me John, I’m so uncomfortable nowadays.” She moved back so her back was against the couch, adjusting to find a comfortable position. “Other than that it was good. I finally hung up those pictures in the nursery and organized his clothes a little bit more. How was work?”

Price narrowed his eyes at her, and he let out another sigh. “You know I didn’t want you to do that, I was going to put the pictures up. I didn’t want you straining yourself Liz, you’re the one pregnant here.”

“John it wasn’t an issue, you already put the nails in the wall I just put the pictures on the nails.” She chuckled and covered the hand that was still resting on her stomach with her own. “I do appreciate you being so concerned though.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He sat up a little straighter, angling his body more towards her.

The small smile on her face slightly faded as she gazed into his eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way, it’s just you’ve become a little too overprotective. You’ve barely let me do anything during this pregnancy, I know my body and I know my limits.”

“Is it a bad thing I want to do all the heavy lifting? You’re carrying our child Liz, the only child we’ll probably have. I don’t want you getting stressed because you’re too far along to do something.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She sighed. “I’m talking about you freaking out when I’m on my feet for more than five minutes. Look I don’t want to argue, this pregnancy is almost over with and I am happy you are this concerned. Sometimes you can get a little overbearing.”

“No argument there.” He moved his arm around her shoulders, letting her snuggle up against him. “You can’t fully blame me for that, I’ve never dealt with this before.”

She looked up at him through hooded eyes and narrowed her brows. “Neither have I. You just got paranoid after reading all those baby books.” She laughed. “Which is pretty cute. It’s more endearing that you want this as bad, if you didn't, I don’t think you would be so paranoid.”

“I didn’t know there were so many complications during a pregnancy.” He removed his arm from her shoulders to get a better look at her. “I never knew I wanted it until it happened. It’s going to be a lot different from training soldiers, I am looking forward to this fatherhood thing.”

“It’s a good thing you weren’t firing blanks then.”

Price rolled his eyes and stood up, heading for the kitchen and all Liz could do was laugh.

                                                           xXx

It was the middle of the night and Liz couldn’t sleep, her back hurt and it didn’t help that the little one decided it was the perfect time to kick at her ribs and she was craving a sandwich.

She groaned and set her book aside, reaching out to touch Price’s arm. “John?”

He stirred in his sleep, cracking open an eye. “Yeah?”

She gave him a sheepish grin, fiddling with her hands. “Can you get me a sandwich?”

He opened both of his eyes to glance over at the clock, reading it was three in the morning and sighed. “It’s three in the morning, I have work soon, can’t it wait?”

“No.”

“Can’t you get it?”

“It’s hard enough for me to get in and out of bed as it is and I’m not gonna drive down at three in the morning heavily pregnant.” She pouted her bottom lip at him. “Please?”

“I’m sorry but no, you’re just gonna have to wait.”

Price laid back down, fixing the covers around him. It made Liz sighed through her nose at how inconsiderate he was being. Yes she knew he had work soon, bit he can easily get up, go down stairs to make the sandwich and come back up a lot faster than she could. Being eight months pregnant wasn’t easy.

“But your son wants a sandwich too.”

“No he doesn’t. Go to sleep Liz, you’ll forget about the sandwich in a few minutes.”

“I’ve been craving this sandwich for two hours now, I don’t think it’ll go away anytime soon. And I can’t sleep, your son is kicking my ribs.”

He sat up, cupping her stomach with both hands and leaned down. “Hey stop kicking at your mother’s ribs so she can sleep and stop bugging me about that sandwich she wants, please.”

“I wouldn’t be craving this sandwich if I wasn’t eight months pregnant you know?” She arched a brow, taunting him. “And to think I was so nice as to let you cum in me to begin with.” Price had an unamused look on his face and laid back down, closing his eyes. “Damn I thought that would work.”

“Liz just please try and get some sleep.”

“Not until you get me a sandwich.”

“I’m not going to get you a sandwich at three in the bloody morning.”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

He threw the covers off of him and got up throwing his arms in the air. “Fine, fine I’ll get you your sandwich.” He grabbed a shirt from his drawer and a pair of pants and put them on, sitting back down on the bed to put his boots on. “I’m sure you want your usual?”

“Yes please.”

Price sighed and tied up his boots before standing back up. “I’ll be back in ten.”

                                                            xXx

Liz went back to reading her book while she waited, the little one still kicking up a storm. He must really want that sandwich as well, she couldn’t blame him, it was delicious. Simple, but delicious.

She heard the door close making her ears perk up. She put her book back down on the nightstand, sitting up more eagerly. A moment later Price walked back into their room with the bag in one hand and a coffee in another.

“Here you go.” He handed her the bag and sat down with a groan, taking a sip of his coffee.

Liz opened the bag and took out the sandwich, quickly glancing over at him. She felt kinda bad for having him go out at this time, but some cravings are worse than others. She moved her sandwich to the side and scooted over to him, placing a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her.

“Thank you!” She leaned forward until their lips met, a small hum being heard from Price’s throat. A moment later she pulled away, a small smile spreading across both of their faces. “I know I haven’t been the easiest person to deal with these last few months and I appreciate everything you do for me, for us.”

She ran a hand over her swell and smiled down at it, feeling him kick even more.

He placed his coffee on the nightstand, then placed both of his hands on each side of her belly - a small smile forming on his face. “Yeah you can be a pain from time to time. I was an asshole, not wanting to get up to get you something you were craving knowing moving around can be difficult.” He looked up at her, locking eyes. “I would do a lot for you Liz, for both of you! And I am quite happy I wasn’t firing blanks.”

Liz laughed and grabbed her sandwich, placing it in front of her and opened it. “Now about baby number two.” Price nearly choked on his coffee, turning to her with a shocked expression on his face. “What? You think we’re just gonna have one? No, we need a little girl after this and then we’ll be the perfect little family.”

He shook his head but still had a small smile on his face. “How about we talk about it in a few years?”

“If you say so mister I don’t like to pull out.” She took a bite of her sandwich, moaning in satisfaction and arched a brow at him in a taunting manner.

“You should be nicer to the man who made you a mom.”

“And you should be nicer to the woman who made you a dad.”

Price laughed and shook his head. “Cheeky.”

She gave him a cheeky grin that made him chuckle. “Only for you babe, only for you!”

#3sleepycats #liz x price #oc liz walker #john price #call of duty

[quantumarvel]

@oh-snap-bucky and I like to scream fic concepts at each other a lot. I, somehow, convinced her to let me share them with yall. Here’s a recent one. 

It all started with this post (please read the tags)

Courtney: can we talk about this cause wow 

Sam: you thought up an entire fic 

Sam: we stan 

Sam: sitting under a tree and rEADING 

Courtney: Sammy help me out here cause I may just roll with this

Courtney: how do they meet? 

Sam: Park? Library? Cafe?

Courtney: library 

Courtney: he looks vaguely homeless and he’s BRILLIANT and studying something to do with poetry 

Sam: English major? I think yes 

Courtney: and she’s studying at the library and has to keep pushing her glasses back up her nose and she’s tapping her pencil on her chin 

Courtney: and he can’t help but SAY SOMETHING cause she’s pretty ya know but also cause she’s currently reading the only copy of the book he needs 

Courtney: and she’s like ha good luck cause this poet guy doesn’t make any sense 

Courtney: and of course Bucky understands it 

Courtney: but poetry isn’t her major, she just has to read it for like this one class she has to take so she can get her teaching degree 

Courtney: he’s all knowledgeable in poetry and junk and she just… doesn’t get it. Like at all. And he thinks its adorable. And she’s all “I’m gonna be a history teacher idk why i even need this.”

Courtney: and being the flirt he is, he offers to tutor her 

Courtney: and she knows EXACTLY what he’s doing 

Courtney: says yes anyway  

Courtney: so they start meeting up on Thursdays at the library 

Sam: I support her saying yes anyway 

Sam: bc we get that

Sam: take your chance girl 

Courtney: they spend a couple of hours talking about how this poet dude was annoying and pretentious and a douche and he’s like, “just imagine all this being said but the whitest, richest, most uptight dude you can think of” and she starts to Get It but also thinking of it like that makes it SO FUNNY 

Sam: “oh so he’s just being a spoiled brat?” 

Sam: okay so for how long do they meet at the library? 

Courtney: oh this lasts the rest of their first semester. They met in like September and they get together every Thursday and she invited him to a Halloween party some of her friends are throwing and they accidentally show up in complimenting costumes (probably different Breakfast Club characters cause I’m dumb) and he complains about having to go home for Thanksgiving (she still doesn’t know what kind of a family she comes from) and they text the whole break and when they get back they hang out so much more than just on Thursdays and by the time Christmas rolls around, they get each other the sweetest gifts right before they leave for break and standing in the train station (they’re both taking trains home but going different directions), he realizes how long he’s gonna be without her and they’re both getting kinda choked up, more than you would if you had to leave a friend for a nearly month and they’re making all these promises to call and text and “maybe I’ll write you?” and after like the nineteenth hug, 

Courtney: he realizes that the girl he’s been halfway in love with since the fall maybe likes him back? the girl he’s been opening his jacket to tucking her against him to shield her from the “stupidly cold” wind. the girl that shares her candy corn and bring him hot chocolate when the temperature drops below 40. the girl who reads poetry books that he recommends cause he just KNOWS that if he finds the right style, she’ll fall in love with it. the girl that he spends so much time with that he knows which colors mean what on her color coded notes. the girl that he helped bandage up when she was too busy staring at a dog to notice the raised pavement and when she tripped, he felt it in his chest. the girl that tells him that she knows he deserves better than the hurt he carries in his eyes. the girl that doesn’t know anything about his past, but knows him. the girl he feels so lucky to be around. that girl. she’s looking at him right now like it hurts her like it does him to part ways. and maybe he realizes then that he has a chance? so he musters up just enough courage to press a kiss to her forehead and walk her to her train. as he watches her disappear down the tracks, he decided that when he sees her again after the new year, he’ll take her to a museum or a planetarium or a park or something, and he’ll ask her to take a chance on him.

Courtney: (he doesn’t get the chance because when she asks for his address to send him a Christmas card, she really drives up to Brooklyn from Boston just to give him a New Years kiss. his parents aren’t home (to his relief) but Becca absolutely adores her)

Sam: ummmmmm

Sam: that’s gorgeous 

Sam: and so so so heart wrenching 

Sam: but SHE DRIVES TO BOSTON 

Courtney: it’s only like 200 miles yeah 

Sam: only 

Sam: for a kiss 

Sam: that’s a lot 

Sam: for a FIRST kiss at that 

Courtney: okay I should clarify 

Sam: yes please do 

Courtney: she get there at like 7:30pm and he answers the door and he’s so happy to see her but he’s like “?? why are you here?” and she’s blushing and “well I wanted to talk to you... in private...” which makes Bucky look over at Becca who’s 15 and standing at the other end of the foyer. “It’s my house too.” And he just rolls his eyes and takes his girl outside cause that’s not the fight he wants to have rn. anyway so they go walk through the garden and it’s all so pretty cause the Christmas lights are still up and the stars are out. “what do you have to talk to me about that’s so urgent that you couldn’t wait until next week and had to drive 200 miles instead of just calling me?” he’s all smiles. “I, um... I wanted to tell you that I uh... I think I like you? Like a lot? No, I know I do. And I have, for a while. And I can’t it out of my head, when you kissed my forehead at the station, and I KNOW that sounds ridiculous and childish but I can’t stop thinking about it and how maybe you like me too and yeah sure that could’ve waited but I needed to KNOW cause to be perfectly honest, I’d really like to be your New Years kiss this year, which again, dumb and childish but I do and so I didn’t really think, I just decided to take a chance. I’m sure I’m making a complete fool of myself right now too, like that idiot poet we read about in September but you told me something once about stepping out of your comfort zone and taking chances and so that’s what I’m doing, I’m taking your advice, so you really have no one else to blame here but yourself and-“ he finally just puts a hand over her mouth cause he can tell she’s working herself up into a frenzy. When she finally looks up at him, he’s smiling. He takes his hand away, “you came a few hours early for a New Years kiss” And for some reason that embarrasses her more than anything else has. “Ugh I know I just, I just couldn’t wait any more. I paced around my parents house for three hours and spent another two in this diner once I got to town. Think I would’ve gone mad if I waited any longer.” He laughs and tells her “well it’s...” a quick glance at his watch “7:59pm right now. It’s midnight somewhere.” And even though he takes his time, and she knows what he’s about to do, the kiss still surprises her.

Sam: I’m screaming 

Sam: “It’s midnight somewhere” 

Sam: I can imagine Becca totally seeing all this happen from the window

Sam: keeping quiet bc “that was kinda sweet I guess” 

Sam: okay okay okay even if you don’t write this part i gotta know 

Sam: what happens after New Years? 

Courtney: Oh after New Years, they’re disgusting. STUPIDLY in love and constant heart eyes and “darling/baby/doll/sweetheart/honey” and they’re ALWAYS TOUCHING. like, hugging all the time and holding hands and tucking hair behind her ear and linking pinkies and he always has an arm around her shoulder and it’s all adorable and innocent and TOOTH ACHINGLY SWEET. she reads to him and plays with his hair (braids it when it gets long enough) and laughs at all his jokes and just adores him. he cooks her dinner a lot and carries her books and takes pictures of her and gives so many sweet kisses on her forehead, temple, nose, chin and (finally) mouth and just adores her.

Courtney: he picks her flowers in the spring when they have a picnic by a pond and she ties them together into a crown and puts it on him. that night, he takes one and presses it into the back of the book she gave him for his birthday

Sam: I love this so much 

Sam: he wears the flower crown 

Sam: and rocks it 

Courtney: she meets his parents at his birthday party. they insist on throwing this big party every year and this is the first year since he was like 10 that he actually enjoys it. she wears this pretty floral dress and curls her hair and just about knocks the breath out of him when he opens the door. she’s nervous and he squeezes her hand as they walk up to them. all she really remembers is Bucky introducing them and the way her mom smiles and says “so you’re the one that got him to finally shave that hobo scruff” and thing is, she wanted him to keep it cause she loved the expression on his face when he saw how it turned her skin red but he insisted on shaving it for a job interview (that his parents didn’t know about) but Bucky saves her from clarifying by saying that he’s going to take her to get something to drink. they drink punch that turns their mouths red and stay huddled together giggling in the corner (Bucky was doing his best impression of Mr. Harris from his dads company) until his mother comes and insists that he comes and mingles with company people cause in her mind, Bucky will be joining his father soon. Bucky tells his girl to meet him at the pond behind the house in half an hour before being dragged off

Sam: the look of “help me” as he’s walking away but like his ma is talking so much and his gal tells him to pay attention and he just winks before giving her this ridiculously gorgeous grin 

Sam: her and becca chat a little more and she introuced her to their grandmother bc grandma Barnes couldn’t wait another second more 

Courtney: I love Grandma Barnes 

Sam: boo me too 

Sam: literally her and his gal get on like a hose on fire and she completely forgets to meet him and he appears after waiting five minutes 

Sam: his hands rest on her shoulders and he looks between them “see you two seem to be having a ball”  

“oh we are” 

“I was just telling this sweetheart about your 11th birthday party, do you remember that one James?” 

Courtney: “There was a petting zoo incident.” 

#this is embarrassing #but here it is #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes imagine #i hate that #marvel #40s bucky #college bucky #Sebastian Stan #concepts #mine #courtney talks