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tea-stained-notes · 3 months ago

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Colin x Penelope - Divide | Chapter 4

Colin has made it: He’s a famous pop star, touring the world, adored to extremes. If only he wasn’t drowning his loneliness and anxiety in too many drinks, missing home and yet incapable of going back. But when Violet falls ill and he reluctantly returns he has to face the mess he has made - not only with his family but also the woman who might have always been the one.

Warnings: illness (cancer), death, anxiety, drug use, alcohol abuse, eventual smut

Chapter word count: ~2800

MASTERLIST

Baby, I'm not tryin' to ruin your week But you act so differently When you're with him I know you're lonely - New Man

When Colin comes down for breakfast, only Daphne and Penelope are seated at the table. They both send small smiles his way. “Morning,” he says, reaching for the coffee pot. “Where are the others?” “Mum eats up in her room. Hy has her birthday thing, Greg’s still sleeping, I guess. Anthony is in his office and Kate has taken the kids to the park.” “And Ben has accompanied Sophie to her check-up,” Penelope adds. “How’s the jet lag?” “Not too bad. I never sleep much anyway.” “Since when?” Daphne smirks. “You were like a cat growing up, sleeping everywhere, all the time.” “God, yes, remember that one time he nearly drowned because he fell asleep in the pool?” The women break into barely stifled laughter. “Because I was on those super strong pain killers for my broken toe,” Colin grumbles while loading eggs and toast onto his plate. “Right, after El had demonstrated her self-defence skills on you.” He sighs. “The things I’ve suffered from this family.” Suddenly the mood has changed. His words hang heavy in the air. “You should try the strawberries,” Penelope finally breaks the silence. “They’re perfect. And you still love strawberries, right?” “I do. But you go ahead and have some more.” “There’s only three left. I’m fine.” “I insist, Pen.” They share a timid smile and Penelope reaches out to take one more berry. Daphne glances between them. “I hope you know he’s never done that for anyone else.” “What?” Penelope asks. “Share his food. He’s bloody Joey Tribbiani, except with you.” Colin feels a blush creep into his cheeks, and fakes extreme concentration on skewering a piece of egg as he clears his throat. “So, how are are things in the marketing world, Daph?” She only leaves him hanging for a second before mercifully taking the bait and entertaining him and Penelope with stories from her job for the rest of the meal.

After breakfast Colin makes his way up to his mother’s room. The stairs seem to multiply beneath his feet while also bringing him up to the landing much too quickly. So much has changed, so much is about to change and yet the comfort of tracing well-worn routes in a place he once called home is nearly overwhelming. He knocks softly. “Mum?” “Come in, darling.” Violet is propped up against some pillows, her half-eaten food still on the bedside table, a book spread open in her lap. A smile illuminates her pale face. Colin tries to mirror it as he makes his way to her and sits down by her side. “How did you sleep?” she asks gently. He thinks back to stepping into his old room last night. The walls still covered in posters of his idols, his first guitar on its stand in the corner, the scent of familiar detergent on his sheets. It almost choked him. “Okay,” he whispers. “How are you?” “Okay,” she whispers back. He chuckles softly. “So, we’re just agreeing to lie a little, got it.” Her eyebrows twitch as she studies him. “You sound so…” “American, I know. Pen’s said that, too. Too many of those around me every day.” “Hmm. You’ve always adapted so quickly to new surroundings. Remember that holiday to Paris? Three days in, people thought you were French, despite being constantly surrounded by your very English siblings.” “Ah yes, I vividly recall El’s ‘bong sure’. I mostly felt I had to make up for that.” She smiles fondly at him, taking his hand in hers. “You’ve already seen Penelope?” “She picked me up from the airport.” “She’s always been such a sweet girl.” He nods, heat wandering up his neck as his gaze falls to the blanket. “Yeah. But she’s changed a lot. For the better, I think, but still.” “But you’ve been keeping in touch, no?” “Barely. I just… Everything has been a little too much.” Her thumb runs over his knuckles, soothing and steady. “You’ve always been the most sensitive one of the lot.” He gives a strangled laugh. “Oh, I know.” “It is not a weakness, my love. It’s your biggest strength.” “I’m not so sure about that.” Violet lays her other hand on top of theirs. “Why do you think people fell in love with your music? Because it was all there. Everything you felt.” He bites back the tears threatening to spill as he grasps her fingers. Her eyes grow even more tender. “I’m so sorry, Mum. That I wasn’t here when you…” “It’s alright, darling. I’m just sad you missed so much these past few years. And that we had to miss you.”

Their talks become a little lighter after that. Colin reads to her, sings her soft lullabies whenever her eyes become heavy. He spends most of his time by her side, watching her sleep, trying to fathom that in just a few weeks she will be gone. But he begins to understand why she craves this peace instead of being hooked up to tubes and beeping monitors in a sterile hospital. Why after a life that has revolved around her children this final decision is no longer about them. Or maybe it is. Because he feels a little calmer with every second he spends in her presence. No rush, no adrenaline highs, no lifeless hotel suites. And it seems to be similar for the others. Whoever leaves her room always looks softer, more serene. A couple of days flow by, with the Bridgerton siblings passing in and out of the house. He meets Sophie, Kate and the kids. He loves how they love his brothers, his family. How they fit in so well. He hates that he doesn’t anymore. There’s ribbing and squabbles, even laughter. But the air changes when they’re reminded of his presence, when one of them walks into Violet’s room to find him already there. Everyone is on their guard around him, a little distant, a little uncertain. He knows that they will have to talk eventually. Yet after all these years he still doesn’t know how.

Colin has just settled his mother on the patio and is ducking back inside to fetch himself some lemonade when Eloise appears before him. He stops in his tracks. She looks so grown-up, her features sharper, her slacks and shirt casual but stylish. “El.” “So you actually came.” There’s an edge to every single word. They have never had an easy relationship. But now he wonders whether it’s broken irrevocably. He tries his hand at a smirk. “Don’t you look very Cambridge.” “Well, someone in the family has to excel at uni.” Colin fights to keep his features composed. “It’s great that you’re doing so well. Everyone’s very proud of you.” Eloise’s cold stare momentarily slips. Then she clears her throat. “I’m sure it’s not the same as being adored by millions of fans across the globe.” “No,” he murmurs. “I guess it’s not.” Her eyes sweep the room. “Where’s Pen?” “Here.” Penelope breezes in, quick to wrap Eloise in her arms. “Have you lost weight again? You’ve got to stop forgetting to eat.” “I know, I know, work has been crazy.” Colin’s gaze is dragged to the door where a tall, sheepish-looking man watches the scenery before him. Something strange tugs at his stomach. A realisation he has not prepared for. “Oh, Alfie, I didn’t know you were coming,” Eloise calls out to the stranger. “You could have driven drown with me.” Somehow her belated offer only seems half-convincing. “Thank you, Eloise, but I’m just staying for the night and wanted to take the train anyway to get some work done. Penelope was kind enough to pick me up from the station.” “Ah yes, Girlfriend of the Year award for this one.” Eloise playfully nudges her friend while Colin’s stomach drops. “Is that our beloved genius sister I’m hearing?” Benedict steps into the room, Sophie by his side, flushed from their stroll in the afternoon sun. “Not so sure about the genius part these days. Research is like pulling teeth at the moment — from a concrete jaw.” “You’ll find a way to chisel them out, Little Miss Tenacious.” He pecks her on the head, then ruffles up her fringe which earns him a jab in the ribs. His wife just smiles indulgently at them and envelops Eloise in a hug before they both greet Alfred. While Sophie engages the other three in small talk, Benedict turns to his brother who stands frozen a few yards away. “Hey, you alright?” Colin shakes himself out of his stupor, coughing slightly. “Yeah, sure, just— Eloise. You know. And I didn’t realise Pen… had someone.”, “Oh, that hasn’t come up?” “I’ve barely seen her since we arrived.” “Well, he’s only been around for a few months. First one in a couple of years.” Sophie comes up behind him, cradling her rounded belly. “I’m going to lie down for a bit. The little one’s really taking it out of me.” “Of course, sweetheart. Do you need anything else?” She shakes her head, then stands up on her tiptoes to kiss Benedict. Colin smiles at her and she returns it hesitantly before waddling out of the room. “Any wedding plans on the horizon for you two?” Benedict shrugs. “We’re not sure. I don’t really need that piece of paper.” “Too conventional for the big artiste, huh?” “Says the guy with forty million monthly streams on Spotify.” He shoots Colin a half-hearted wink. “Numbers aren’t everything. And you’ve had a couple of successful exhibitions.” Benedict’s brows lift in surprise before he clears his throat. “Yeah, but… I never know how much of a hand our dear older brother has in those things.” His eyes soften infinitesimally. “I sort of understand why you wanted to make it on your own.” “Is Mum upstairs?” Eloise butts in from the side. “Uh, no. She’s out there.” Colin points at the patio door and she wanders off in that direction. When he looks back at Benedict the moment between them has passed. “I’m gonna go check on Soph.”

And suddenly Colin is alone with Penelope and the man he didn’t know existed only five minutes ago. He should have assumed. Of course someone amazing like her is spoken for. And why does he care anyway? “Alfred, was it?” He approaches them with what he hopes is an open smile. “Yes. You must be Colin. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” “Not just from the tabloids, I hope,” he quips. “Alfie’s not much of a celebrity gossip guy,” Penelope says, her eyes flickering between the two men. “I wish no one was,” Colin replies without thinking. A loaded silence falls over them. Then he forces the grin back onto his face. “So, Alfred. What do you do?” “I’m a biologist, specialising in auks.” “Ah, puffins, guillemots and stuff?” Penelope raises her brows at him but her boyfriend seems pleased. “You have an interest in ornithology?” “I’m just mildly obsessed with National Geographic documentaries.” “Well, we all have to start somewhere,” Alfred replies good-naturedly. “I’m actually going on a research trip to the Isle of May tomorrow, observe the puffins one last time before the season ends.” “Tomorrow? Well, how nice of you to come see Penelope before your trek up to Caledonia. That must be, what? Eight hours by train?” “Approximately. But I’m mostly here to meet a colleague in Ashford for dinner. It’s always convenient to stay overnight at Aubrey Hall when I see him.” “Oh.” Colin can’t think of anything else to say. His eyes fly to Penelope who looks deeply uncomfortable. “I’m so sorry,” Alfred says, seemingly unaware of the sudden awkwardness, “but could I trouble you for a drink? I��m quite parched after the journey.” “Sure, of course, yeah,” Colin stutters. “I was just about to get one myself. Would you like anything, Pen?” She nods, avoiding his gaze.

A few minutes later they all find themselves in the kitchen. Colin prepares three glasses with ice and crushed mint, then pours the fresh lemonade Elena has prepared. All the while they fill the air with mindless chitchat but he observes the other two out of the corner of his eye. And he can’t help but notice how they never touch each other, don’t even stand close enough to accidentally brush arms. He knows that Penelope keeps the people she loves close, in every sense. That she gives the best hugs. Colin had hoped against all hope she would embrace him at the airport and is still a bit heartbroken that she didn’t. So he doesn’t understand why there is so little affection in Alfred’s eyes when he looks at her.

When Colin and Penelope wave off her boyfriend in her Mini he clocks the shadow of disappointment on her face. It’s not his place to say anything but for a moment she appears so forlorn he has to fight the urge to pull her into his arms. “Hey, can you help me find something in the library?” he asks instead. She gives him a crooked smirk. “You know that library better than me, Col.” “Not anymore. You helped Kate rearrange it when she first moved in to make space for her books, remember?” Penelope’s eyes widen. “How do you know that?” “You told me in a text a couple of years ago.” He shrugs, feeling a blush tint the tips of his ears. A few more seconds pass before she seems to snap herself out of her surprise and walks back into the house. He follows her silently to the room they often shared growing up, usually with Eloise in tow, losing themselves between pages and in lengthy discussions that had to be ended by Violet sending them to bed despite their vehement protests. “What are you looking for then?” “That edition of selected Emily Dickinson poems. You know, the light blue one with the swan on the cover.” “Reviving that poetry phase you had at seventeen?” she grins as she moves towards a shelf. “Kind of. But it’s mostly for Mum.” “Oh. She told me that you read to her. That’s very sweet, Colin.” Penelope runs her fingers over the spines and he is glad she can’t see his bashful smile. A second later she slides the book into his hands. “Thank you.” “Tell her I’ll come by tonight, yeah?” He nods. “You visit her often?” “Most nights. She likes always having someone with her. And I’m a night owl anyway, so I usually just sit there, typing or reading. She says it calms her. And it calms me as well.” Colin looks at her, warmth expanding in his chest. He really has missed her. “Thanks for keeping her company.” “Well, she’s always been more of a mother to me than my own.” There’s a wet shimmer in her eyes and he involuntarily reaches for her hand. “You’re family, Pen. I hope you know that.” She smiles sadly. “Alfie finds it strange that I spend so much time here and at Bridgerton House. But I guess it’s just a bit much for him. He doesn’t like crowds.” “And Bridgertons always come in crowds,” Colin smirks. “Except for this one.” She lets go of his hand to poke him gently in the chest. “Our lonely Third Son.” His features fall as icy fingers climb up his spine. God, she can unsettle him in an instant. And as much as he has promised himself he wouldn’t say anything, the words suddenly roll off his tongue. “You looked lonely as well today. Around him.” She blinks. “Excuse me?” “He’s a nice enough bloke, I’m just not sure he’s right for you.” “And you would know that from spending five minutes with him?” “It was an hour,” Colin retorts. “An entire hour of him standing three feet away from you, barely looking at you. I’m not even sure he said a single word to you until taking your car to see that colleague of his instead of spending time with you before prancing off to Scotland for two weeks.” Penelope stares at him, stunned into silence. “And don’t tell me I imagined any of that. ‘Cause you looked just the way you did back when we were kids and your mum fawned over Prudence and Philippa all day but never spared you a glance. No one should ever—” “That’s enough, Colin.” Suddenly her voice is razor sharp, her eyes glinting fierily. “You’re the last person on earth to judge what kind of partner I deserve. Not after you yourself once declared me an utterly ridiculous choice loud enough for half of London to hear.” “Wh-what?” he stutters. “Do you seriously not remember what you said to your friends during that party at Fyve’s?” “I— I don’t know, maybe…?” “Well, let me remind you.” She pushes out her chin, glaring up at him. “’I would never dream of dating Penelope Featherington. Not in your wildest dreams.’”

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CHAPTER 5

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utterlyinevitable · 2 years ago

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Where It Begins (12/?)

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12. you and me period

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington Format: textfic Chapter Rating: T+

Summary: Colin dips out of a rave to speak with Pen. Some may say he’s smitten (not Pen though).

The second hand of her too-loud clock barely clicked five times before the recognizable ringer of The Foundations filled the cramped space of her bedroom, reverberating off the stark white walls and wooden furniture.

“Yes?” she asks in lieu, a smart smirk on her lips.

“Hello, Pen.”

He’s light and airy. She can clearly see the megawatt smile taking up half his stupidly beautiful face. He sounds like happiness, like a puppy greeting their best friend after a stint apart.

“Hi, Colin,” she giggles like a school girl for no apparent reason other than to share in his infectious joy. “Where are you?”

“Some beach party in Phuket.” She can hear it now - the music and the chattering and a whole commotion around him. “Tomorrow we're going to an elephant sanctuary -” he takes a breath, a full intake, like its on the precipice of a revelation. Then, he exhales. “You'd be so happy here, Pen.”

Oh god. The way he says it has her insides stirring in ways she promised herself she wouldn’t entertain. She can infer so many things - but she doesn’t dare dream on what he means. Doesn’t give herself a moment to ask should i book a ticket? nor what makes it so special? nor what would we do if i was there? No, she promised herself she wouldn’t fall that far again. Instead, she asks,

“Where's Ben?”

“Somewhere - I don't know.” Colin’s distracted, that much is evident in the haste of his dismissal and the low, “I'm back at my room.”

She deflects, “The party must be loud then!”

“It's a ragin' rave. Our rooms are only a few floors above the beach.”

“Send me a pic!”

And he does. Both of them breathing in time as he gives her the opportunity to revel in the scenic view.

“Beautiful,” is all she says.

“I can think of a better view.”

“Mm, can you?”

“Yeah. 5 foot 4 with the most majestic and loving..ly eyes,” Penelope hasn’t had much experience with a properly sloshed Colin in their adult lives, but she’s pretty sure he’s under the influence now. Waxing poetry in the latest hours of his night about her. Flattery gets him everywhere, she’s well aware of that neat trick of him. “and a dimple when she smiles. That smile lights up a room. And don't get me started on her auburn hair...”

“I didn't know you had a thing for gingers.”

“One ginger in particular.”

She shifts in her spot. Pulls her covers up around her further in the pregnant pause.

“Pen...”

It takes everything in her not to moan at the gravel in his voice.

“Sorry pal, you're barking up the wrong tree tonight.”

“Oh, right.” His disappointment is palpable. “Sorry for as-”

“I'm on...” she tries to insinuate. But when the line hangs there, she just says it - throws it out there because the boy has four sisters for Christ’s sake - “my period.”

“Oh. Oh, that's okay! Is it bad? Cramps, I mean.”

“A little bit. It's more heavy than anything. I'm exhausted.”

“Do you have a hot water bottle?” Colin asks like he’s running through a packing list.

“Electric heating pad.”

“And a fluffy blanket?”

“Socks too.”

“That's movie attire that is.” There’s shifting from his end. Sounds like the sliding door of his suite is closing and curtains pulling, and a thump against the mattress. “What do you want to watch?”

“Isn't it late?”

“I'm ok with it.” She can hear the start up of Netflix in the background. “What do you want to watch?”

She hums, grabbing her laptop from it’s home in her drawer. “Your choice.”

And they watch Deadpool of all things. Granted, Colin chose Bridesmaids and they both proceeded to make it fifteen minutes into the film before claiming emotional boredom.

Penelope couldn’t tell who fell asleep first.

All she knows is she woke up to the most worrisome message.

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redbeardace · 4 years ago

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I was asleep.

Everyone remembers where they were. I was sleeping.

I was in college then. Summer quarter had ended a few weeks ago, and Fall quarter was a few weeks away, so I had nothing to do that Tuesday. I was sleeping.

My mother would get up to help get my father ready for work. He'd leave a little after 6 AM. Then she'd stay up and turn on the KTLA Morning News. We weren't in Southern California, but we'd lived there and had family connections there, so it felt like a "local" newscast, even though it was a thousand miles away. So most weekdays, I'd fade into consciousness, hearing the rhythm of the broadcast.

Carlos to Mark, Mark to Jennifer, Jennifer to Sam, Commercial, Repeat.

That morning, none of that.

I couldn't really hear what was going on, but it wasn't normal. There were no jokes, no music, no commercials, no changes. Just a steady drone.

I started to listen, to try to hear what was happening.

I heard something about the Pentagon and a bomb at the State Department.

Well. That's not good.

I roll out of bed and into the living room. It was a little after 7:30.

There's a helicopter shot of giant cloud of dust on the TV. Dust. A few buildings. here and there. But dust. Everywhere. It looked like Mt. St. Helens had moved to the city and erupted.

It wasn't the Pentagon. It wasn't the State Department. Was that New York?

"Planes hit the World Trade Center towers." My mother's voice is shaky.

Okay, then, somewhere in that dust are the towers. They build those things to survive plane strikes. It survived the bomb in '93. The Empire State Building got hit by a plane and it's still standing. She told me that they'd fallen, but I didn't believe her. I couldn't believe her. They're just hidden by the dust and the dust will clear.

The dust will clear. The towers can't just fall. You'll see.

The dust will clear.

There was nothing there.

---

We watched what was unfolding on the other side of the continent all day long. I think my father got sent home early and joined us.

Watching a day like that unfold live is an experience that's hard to describe. You look back now, and there's a clear timeline, there are clear events. But on that day, nothing was clear. The news was an unbroken stream of numbing repetition and confusion. The anchors narrating what's going on have a worse view of it than you do, because they're squinting at small monitors halfway across the studio. You can flip between CNN, ABC, NBC, CBS, and pick up little tidbits here and there, but they can't. They only have what comes through their earpiece, what ends up on their TelePrompTer, what's handed to them on paper. No one knows what's going on, not even the people telling you what's going on.

That day was full of rumors and confusion. There were attacks at the State Department and the FBI, there was a plane that had crashed in rural Pennsylvania, there was a plane that had been hijacked in Alaska. We didn't know what was real, and what was a phantom of fear. But mostly, it was just the numbing repetition. There was nothing new to add. Nothing more to say at 1 PM that hadn't been said at noon. What got repeated is what had happened, what didn't get repeated hadn't. The plane crash in Pennsylvania got repeated. The attack at the State Department didn't.

All day long, it was the same video from earlier in the day. Maybe a new angle as reporters and survivors got their footage to a TV station. But we watched it again and again. Maybe there'd be a new detail to see, something to fill in another piece of the What The Fuck Just Happened puzzle we were now living in.

In a weird way, that day didn't seem as bad as it went on and the rumors subsided and the scope became clear. My morning started with a dust cloud that covered all of Lower Manhattan and obscured what had happened. Had the towers toppled sideways and crushed dozens of buildings for blocks around? It was 9 AM on a Tuesday, a work day, those buildings were full, and the area was a major commuter hub. 10000 people in each building, maybe tens of thousands passing through, hundreds of thousands in that cloud of dust. There's no one alive down there. The initial estimates they gave were 20-30 thousand in the collapsed towers alone, to say nothing of the people suffocated by that cloud of dust and smoke. And then Washington DC is under attack and they're even hijacking planes in Alaska. What are they going to do to us next? But the death toll steadily dropped, other rumored attacks were found to be false alarms, they didn't come back for a second round. But that "good" news didn't make us feel any better. What would've made us feel better would've been word that they had been rescuing dozens of people from the rubble, stories of survivors being found days later, but that news never came.

---

Where's the President? Why haven't we seen the President? Why hasn't he said anything?

"He's safe and in an undisclosed location."

On September 10th, George W. Bush was just a bumbling dumbass who'd stolen the election from Gore. He wasn't yet a warmonger, although he'd surrounded himself with them.

On September 11th, Bush was still a bumbling dumbass, but he was our President. I was actually glad that he was invisible and hidden most of that day. We didn't know what in the hell was going on. If I knew where the President was, then the assholes who did this to us would know where he was, and no matter how much I didn't like the guy, I certainly didn't want to see a terrorist attack on Air Force One or the White House.

But I was worried that he'd send in the missiles and bombers and turn everything from Morocco to Pakistan to ash, which is what some people were calling for before we even knew who was responsible. And that's not what happened. All that happened that day was... nothing. I respected that, and I still respect that. Rushing headlong into revenge isn't what we needed that day.

---

We ended that day, not with Dan Rather or Peter Jennings or Tom Brokaw, but with Hal Fishman, legendary anchor on the KTLA News at Ten. He was a plane guy. He'd know what happened. He was comfortable to us, familiar, and we needed to know there was still something out there comfortable and familiar.

---

The next day, my mother wanted a break from it all, so we went shopping. I don't think we needed to, and Wednesday wasn't the normal shopping day, but we just had to get out, so we went to Wal-Mart.

Throughout the store, there were TVs hanging from the ceiling. Normally, they'd show ads and music videos and things. Not that day. They were all tuned to CNN. People stopped in the middle of the aisle, watching Condoleezza Rice or Donald Rumsfeld or Colin Powell or whoever giving a press conference.

There was no break from it.

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Does everyone else know it was a Tuesday? I mean, just know. Like somehow that is an important, integral part of what happened that day. Because I know it was a Tuesday with that same fierceness as I know that the towers fell. I don't remember all the flight numbers or which tower was hit first or which one fell first or even a single word of what the President said that night, but I know it was a Tuesday. And I don't understand why.

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I've cried over it. I just did while writing all this. It's one of the few things I have cried about. But it's never sustained weeping. One tear. Maybe two. It feels like it should be more, but then it's like the scale becomes incomprehensible and unreal and it stops. What good will my tears do? They won't fix it. They won't change it.

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"Never Forget", they say, but twenty years on, many of you have no memory of that day, maybe even weren't born yet. You've only seen the packaged videos from the perfect camera angles. You know what happened, the full story told from beginning to end across three acts in a two hour movie. You know the death toll, you know about the box cutters, you know how Osama Bin Laden ends, you know where the undisclosed location is, you know about the plane that said "Let's Roll". We didn't know any of that, sometimes for days or weeks or years. We only knew shock and confusion and sadness and anger and numbness and a giant cloud of dust that has not cleared and will never clear and still coats everything in our lives, even if we were thousands of miles away.

For those of us who saw that day...

Never forget?

How could we?

#9/11 #september 11th

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theviscountessbridgertonn · 4 years ago

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Bridgertons as Parents

Anthony & Kate:

•Everyone thinks Anthony is the strong disciplinarian when it’s secretly Kate

•Although Anthony comes across stern to their friends the children don’t understand why, he’s nothing but loving and cheerful to them

•Anthony is very very protective of his family, however, he’s not openly hositile infront of his children if someone upsets them he deals with the situation discreetly

•Kate loves teaching the children Pall Mall, you would think she invented the game, although the children hate playing her against her and dad as it gets very competitive

Benedict & Sophie:

•Sophie raises her children to have the utmost respect for maids/servants and the working class, she taught them to treat their household servants as family. Sophie also took them to help at poor houses where they learnt how fortunate they was.

• Benedict is definitely the ‘embarrassing’ dad at parties, he dances and kisses Sophie with no consideration of their children watching mortified!

•Benedict is fiercely protective, he will glare at any one who so much as looks as his children (especially his daughters) in the wrong way

•Living at My Cottage the children don’t take great pleasure in London or the season, they love the simple fun life in the quiet countryside

•Benedict & Sophie are total pushovers, although their children don’t often break rules but when they do their parents are never strict with them

Colin & Penelope:

•Penelope classes Colin as one of her children, when it comes to discipline he tends to take the side of the kids

•Penelope always has her children’s back and encourages them to be whoever and whatever they choose to be

• Colin is very rough and tumble, he loves play fighting and chucking his children everywhere making them squeal with laughter. Penelope always has a mini heart attack when she sees him throw them particularly rough or high

•Penelope loves having her children fall asleep and cuddle up in bed with her and Colin when they can’t sleep

Daphne & Simon:

•Daphne is very much a Beverly Goldberg- lots and lots of affection, kisses and hugs (😂)

•Simon takes particular joy in raising his sons to feel that they can talk to him about everything and anything- even if the subject isn’t particularly ‘manly’

•There are rules in place and set routines, but Simon & Daphne love taking the children on spontaneous trips and spoiling them

Eloise & Phillip:

• Literally the ceo of outdoor education !!! The children learnt to get mucky, ride ponies and run wild before they learn to write and do sums

•Philip is a lot more leniant about letting their children in his greenhouse , he now loves teaching his little ones about all the different plants. He loves helping them to plant their first flowers and to see Eloises face every year on her birthday when they proudly present to her that years flowers

•If you start a prank war with your mother then be prepared that you will lose , if you break any rule or hurt your siblings, you will also expect a particularly messy prank to be played on you

Francesca & Michael:

•Francesca loves her children with a fierce pride, she can be overly protective and doesn’t like using nannys

•Michael likes to take his brood on long hikes in the Scottish highlands

•Michael is the only disciplinarian, Francesca turns a blind eye to any wrong doing (unless it’s particularly serious )

•The children find it hard to believe that their mum still blushes around their father at the breakfast table

Gregory & Lucy:

•Even with nine children Gregory makes special one to one time with all of them

•Their house is constantly loud, filled with laughter/arguments and can be in complete disarray. But Lucy really wouldn’t have it any other way

•The story of their father crashing their mothers wedding is legendary, Gregory’s daughters wish that someone would love them that much one day! (His sons are embarrassed and couldn’t possibly imaging declaring love so publicly)

Hyacinth & Gareth:

•Hyacinth sent a heartfelt apology to her mother and siblings after her daughter grew up to be a complete replica of her attitude (but somehow worse)

•Gareth laughs when the kids are in trouble and ask his help, he’s not risking crossing their mother

•Gareth & Hyacinth love to take their children to visit Granny Danbury, the children light up listening to her stories and sarcastic comebacks

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onsunnyside · 3 years ago

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I imagine little Jake Hamsen in his dads cargo pants pocket falling asleep, or taking out food from his cheeks to nibble on and reader just finds random seeds and treats in his pants while doing laundry going like 😒

And yes I am with my fwb, I will share! Also I wrote a Colin Shea fic if you’re interested sonny 😊 @batmans-a-bitch

- Clit vibes💦

jake taking hamsen on trips everywhere !! The grocery store, bakery, omg even to his lectures🤫 hamsters need education too. HE DEFINITELY CARRIES FOOD EVERYWHERE FOR HIS SON !! I love your fwb updates hehe, and Colin Shea,,, yes pls

#cl!t sucking vibe anon #checkpoint ask #ask sonny

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babymapleleaf · 3 years ago

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Some little Nandor doodles! I love him so much, he’s my little meow-meow

I also have some headcanons! Under a cut because I have. A lot of thoughts about him hhjfkjfgsk

Cries all the time. Sad? Happy? Angry? He will cry. His emotions are SO BIG and he doesn’t know how to deal with any of them!

You thought he liked horses before? This is that x10. He will info dump about 700 years of equine history without pausing to breathe. He will whine until someone turns on my little pony. If you took him to a barn or petting zoo he would absolutely lose his mind. He has annoyed Colin Robinson with his horse obsession before. (But Colin didn’t mind too much, he got to use his new knowledge to bother his coworker later that week)

I say this about all my favs but he has a very difficult time pronouncing big words correctly. He doesn’t always notice if he says something wrong, but he gets really embarrassed if he does notice/ if someone corrects him. He also struggles a bit with grammar when he’s really stressed or really excited

Loves 60s music! I just think it makes him feel happy and soft :3 His favorite song is “Happy Together” by the Turtles!

He doesn’t like to hurt people when he’s small :( Guillermo has to boil frozen blood and give it to him in a little mug (with horses on it, of course) to get him to eat

He loves when people sing him lullabies! Especially Guillermo! Especially ones in Spanish! It makes him feel safe and loved! Guillermo also once learned a lullaby in Farsi and when he sang it, Nandor got so emotional that cried for an hour before falling asleep on his lap

Laszlo also loves to sing to him! He has a few songs that he wrote specifically for Nandor, but he really enjoys just improvising little melodies and making him laugh :3

ARTS AND CRAFTS oh my gosh this kid loves arts and crafts. Glitter everywhere. Crepe paper stuck to everything. Pipe cleaners tangled in his hair. The fridge and kitchen walls are absolutely covered with silly little doodles and paintings and stuff that he’s given to Guillermo. (Sometimes Nandor will get embarrassed later and ask Guillermo to throw them out, but he never does. It makes the kitchen feel lively and also they’re all so cute)

He gets really clingy, especially when he’s tired . He tends to just. Koala around the nearest person and pass out. He likes when he gets to cuddle Guillermo because he can listen to his heartbeat while he falls asleep

He also tends to steal his roommate’s clothes (he’s wearing Guillermo’s sweater in that one drawing if that wasn’t clear!!). They once found him half asleep in the fancy room laying on a pillow made of other people’s shirts.

Chews on everything. I think that Nandor does this anyway, but it’s even more uncontrollable when he’s small. Clothes, pens, his fingers, anything he can get his hands on. Guillermo eventually buys him a little rose-shaped chew necklace so he stops having to fix his sleeves

He makes Guillermo put band-aids on his injuries, despite the fact that they heal almost instantly. Guillermo keeps a pack of children’s band-aids in his pocket at all times because of this.

In conclusion, this 750-year-old warlord deserves cuddles and a trip to Build-a-Bear <3

#I also have puppy regressor hcs for him if anyone’s interested!! I’ll try to post those later this weekend!!!#princet creations #princet colours #princet talks #regressor Nandor #caregiver Guillermo #... i don't wanna tag all the vamps but they're all cgs in this too ghjkgjkd #sfw agere #sfw age regression #fandom agere

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 years ago

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mcu xover: jar of hearts 3/?

Oh yes, my MCU x Twilight crossover is still happening.

And this chapter may even reference the MCU directly. SHOCKING.

Seriously, I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been writing a lot, across a lot of different fics and this one slid to the back of the queue. Also, I wrote myself into a corner and needed to get out again.

And yes, we’re inching closer to joining up the MCU. These things take time, but it’ll happen.

part two here

roadtrip.

They’re almost in Arizona when Charlie calls to find out where the fuck Seth Clearwater is, because apparently he’s been tangling up his story all over town - he’s told anyone on the Res who asks that he’s staying with Charlie. He’s told Charlie that he’s staying with Colin or Brady.

Alice scowls at Seth through the rearview mirror and begins to weave a tale of being told Seth had permission to join them to go see their cousins - in between lecturing Seth about setting them up for a kidnapping charge across state lines.

By the end of the conversation, Charlie’s trying not to snigger at Alice’s increasingly indignant rant at Seth, at law breaking in general, and at fucking son-of-a-bitch moron drivers, sweet Jesus. Emmett and Seth are howling at Alice’s cussing and even Charlie is a little bit shocked at her language (later, when the boys are picking on her about it, she rolls her eyes, looks over the top of her heart-shaped sunglasses, and reminds them both - quite primly - that she married a goddamned soldier.)

Seth’s favourite part of the whole ordeal is that Alice isn’t even driving.

But Charlie clears Seth accompanying them, so that’s one less problem. Of course, it means his Jeep stinks of human food, and that they have to stop, but they still make good time up to Alaska.

It’s a hard drive to make - closer to the cities and urban, abandoned cars have been moved off the road. But in the rural areas, cars are still scattered, seemingly abandoned or crashed. Most of the bodies have been removed, thankfully. But still, only most. And it’s been weeks - months - since it happened, so those bodies aren’t in good condition.

And not all of them are adults.

They start out burying the people they find (well, Emmett and Alice do - they both insist Seth stay in the damn car), but then only the children.

Then they just stop because they are both tired of handling rotting bodies who never should have died, let alone forgotten on the side of a long, empty stretch of highway. The graves they’ve already dug haven’t got markers or anything. Just a hole on the side of the road.

It doesn’t feel like enough.

The house in Denali feels wrong before they even get out of the car. The house has always had a sense of otherness, thanks to the fact that it’s the permanent residence of immortals. But right now, it feels more forgotten, lesser in a way.

Tanya’s walking out the front door the second the car pulls up, and she looks old. Tired and strained, and she walks straight into the hug Alice offers.

Seth gapes at the house - the enormous glass-and-wood lodge, tucked carefully in the wilderness where it is mostly forgotten. It might be on a map somewhere, might be noted down in some database, but it is mostly overlooked, a sanctuary in the middle of nowhere.

There’s not really much for them to say or do in Alaska, Emmett realises; Carmen and Tanya are more than capable enough to manage on their own.

Except… Carmen looks like a ghost. She looks disorientated and disinterested, and there’s a part of Emmett that is cold and dead that is perversely fascinated with all the different ways there are to fall apart after the loss of a mate. He’s walking around like a hollowed-out old man, Alice is… not quite there, a little unbalanced.

Sometimes he wonders if Rosalie should have stayed, should have taken his place instead. He would have given it to her, without question. Rose only deserved good things, easy things.

But then he wonders. If living through it all really was easy or good. It doesn’t feel like it, most days. It’s a heavy weight in his chest and a constant feeling of leaving something behind (he’s got one of her hair ties around his wrist; it’s dumb but he always had one on him just in case - at school, when they went hunting, everywhere; he’s also got one of her shirts in his bag. It won’t smell right, being crammed in with his stuff, but he brought it anyway).

Rose wouldn’t have been happy in this world. She wouldn’t have known what to do with Alice or Seth. She would have been angry at the disruption to her life. She would have been afraid and lonely and lashed out at everyone.

No, not good and easy at all.

Then he wonders how Jasper would have faired, without Alice, and that is a grim, grizzly train of thought. Thanos would have begged for death, if Alice had been taken and Jasper left behind. He’s only ever seen a glimpse of the monster behind the man over the decades since Jasper and Alice joined the family, and it’s enough to think that perhaps nature intervened and tried to protect everyone from what Jasper would become without Alice.

They stay in Alaska for two days; Tanya and Carmen are ill-at-ease with Seth, even after they explain who he is.

“But,” Tanya had frowned, “why is he with you?”

He didn’t have an answer for that.

Because Seth was… he was Other, like the Cullens. He understood what it was like to be special and expect to be strong enough to survive and to save; to be beyond the reach of petty mortal shit. He was a fucking kid, who’d lost his family, his friends, and most of his community. Fuck, at this rate, he’d lost his childhood too. He was the natural leader of what remained of the pack, and he’d done something fairly smart - looked for adult guidance.

A shame that the only thing he could find in its place was him and Alice. If someone had ranked his family by ‘best choice to care for a teenage boy’ he, Alice, and Jasper would have been dead last. Edward would have ranked higher.

(It still feels weird to think or talk about Alice without adding ‘and Jasper’. Like he’s mispronouncing a word.)

But it is what it is, and Seth’s still clocking more hours doing online school than online games on the laptop Alice gave him, plus there’s a bunch of food in the back of the Jeep, so they aren’t failing too badly.

Seth turns red when Tanya smiles at him, and Alice banishes him to a guest room, loudly forbidding any imprinting for the next decade, and that just means Emmett has to explain imprinting to Carmen and Tanya, and Alice has to read the riot act to Tanya about not flirting with the fourteen-year-old boy upstairs and it almost feels like old times.

They go hunting whilst Seth is asleep, and it’s obvious that nothing is the same. So much of the forest surrounding the house is just… gone. Empty, as if there was never trees looming over them, underbrush to push through. There are less animals to track and hunt, no excuse to be picky.

It was probably the same around Forks, truthfully, except there was that cloud of grief and horror surrounding him and Alice when they hunted - that was where Edward stumbled and fell. That was where Jasper couldn’t run any longer.

That was where he heard Alice scream when Rosie disintegrated.

In the harsh light of day, the situation feels much bleaker, much bigger outside of the insular forests of the Olympic Peninsula.

They don’t see a single bear.

He’s not entirely sure why they’ve come to Alaska, except he sees Carmen and Alice go off together, finds them sitting quietly together talking. On one hand, he wishes that he could sit with them; that he lost Rose just like they lost Jasper and Eleazer, but on the other hand, he doesn’t want to be a part of that particular club. Doesn’t have words left to comfort Carmen. Most of his platitudes have started sounding hollow.

Alice vanishes one morning, and leaves him to help Seth with school work, and he grimly realises they have nearly four more years of this until Seth graduates. But things will be different before then; they’ll be back in Forks and Seth can ask paid professionals to explain algebra to him.

When Alice returns, it’s time to go - she’s been off in the wilderness, trying to See around Seth, and deciding to go off on her own is, apparently, the best way.

“Call us if you need anything,” Tanya says, pulling all three of them into crushing hugs, and if Seth turns red and tries to look down Tanya’s top, Alice pretends not to notice.

“Where are you headed next?” Carmen asks, as Seth climbs in the back, clutching an energy drink they’re all going to regret.

Alice smiles. But it’s the wrong kind of smile; it’s sharp and sinister and looks wrong on her face. A Cheshire Cat smile, a Joker smile, and Emmett wonders if after all these years together, if Jasper’s reactive violence hasn’t bled into his wife a little.

“We’re going to Mexico.”

—

The trip to Mexico can be described as long.

If the Jeep wasn’t Rosalie’s last gift to him, then they probably could have run there faster, even with Seth in tow. But there won’t be anymore perfectly modified cars ever again, so he’s staying with the Jeep.

Alice gives up the passenger seat once they make it through to Alberta, apologetic that Seth’s been crammed in the backseat. But then Alice starts muttering to herself, tapping away on her phone, and seems distracted and irritated when Emmett tries to get her attention.

He can’t make out what she’s saying at all, it’s just an irregular hum, and he wonders if she’s having more of her one-sided conversations with Jasper.

The trip takes a week, winding through landlocked states. It shouldn’t take so long except everything is in chaos; they lose an entire afternoon carefully shifting some abandoned cars off the road to get the Jeep through in the middle of backwoods Montana. They spend hours waiting for gas every time they stop. And Seth might be a mystical shapeshifter, but he needs a proper bed, and hot food, and human moments; they have varying success at finding all three, but they try, and Seth is nothing if not agreeable and grateful for even the smallest attempt at making him comfortable.

They find an abandoned farm in Wyoming and they let Seth transform and run for a few hours at dusk, sitting on the front of the Jeep in silence until it’s dark enough for them to hunt, as well.

It feels like the world has ended, some days, and they are the only ones left - to him, at least. Maybe that’s why Alice is talking to herself - it’s the only sensible answer she’ll get.

Some towns are empty; no one for miles. The information that filters through the internet mentions people heading to the cities, to the larger towns, because the population is too small to keep so many different settlements functioning. There’s no money or survival if you’ve lost your entire farm, if the hospital or the school is unmanned.

And Emmett wonders if he’s been cured of human blood for good now he’s seen so much of it spilt, stale and rotting, on the backroads of the country. It feels like everything smells just a little bit like decomposition right now. He’s not sure if that’s him or if that’s everything.

And they get closer to Mexico.

—

They arrive just as the day turns to night, and he expects… he’s not sure what he expects, honestly. Maybe setting up in the motel they’ve found, that Alice has declared a safe distance from any of Maria’s plotting, and getting Seth some fresh food - he hasn’t complained, but even Emmett’s tired of the pre-packaged, long-life crap.

Instead, Alice slips from the car, clad in jeans and a leather jacket, tucking her phone in her back pocket.

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” she says, like she’s going alone.

“What?” Seth looks suspiciously at the pair of them, and it’s only later that he realises the kid is terrified of being left behind. That he’ll cling to their belt loops with his dying breath. His mom left, his sister left, his friends and pack left, and he took a chance on leaving everything else that was left to stick with them.

That makes Emmett feel guilty for no reason he can name.

“I can’t see with you around me,” Alice says gently. “It’s a simple clean-up job, it won’t take long.”

Seth frowns and looks at Emmett.

“You aren’t doing this alone, Alice. Even if we wait in the car,” he says with finality. This isn’t going to be an argument, because there’s nothing to argue about. He’s not letting Alice roam around in a city full of uncontrolled newborns, no matter how talented she is.

Alice scowls. “I know what I’m doing, Emmett,” her voice is sharp, and she never likes reminding them of how long she was alone before she found Jasper; what the family knows about those years is quite vague and patchwork - as far as Alice is concerned, nothing important happened before she met Jasper, as if she popped into being on a diner stool just in time.

Rose always suspected Alice’s real story was very lonely, very frightening, but no one asks when she so obviously doesn’t want to talk about it. He knows what it costs for her to bring it up now.

“I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m letting my only sister go newborn hunting alone,” Emmett says, and Alice sighs and nods - her visions have gone dark, obviously this is not a battle she can win.

Emmett ends up wishing that he and Seth had stayed behind.

Alice is like a laser, zeroing on her targets with a single-minded intensity. He hears that hum faintly, of her talking to herself and he wants to ask her what she’s saying, what thoughts are so important she needs to say them almost out loud but he doesn’t get a chance.

The first one of Maria’s abandoned acolytes is a girl around seventeen with matted black hair and a dress that Emmett mistakes for some kind of lace at first, except it’s the remnants of dozens of meals dried across the front of her, ripples of dried, stale blood that have solidified into a repulsive black and red mass.

She snarls at them, her face bloody, and the pale form of a man beneath her. Alice just walks up to her and backhands her with a crack that makes Seth jump; Emmett flinches but he’d never admit it.

The newborn snaps at Alice, and in one movement, the girl is pinned to the brick wall behind them, cracks spiralling up her neck from Alice’s tight grip.

“Who the hell are you?” the girl snaps in Spanish and Alice says nothing, just rips her head off by her neck, the screech sounding deafening so close. Moments later, her body is in pieces in a dumpster, along with her victim, and Alice has set the entire thing alight, her face blank.

Emmett makes a decision then, to leave Seth in a brightly lit burger place with a promise he’ll be back in one hour because this is nothing a kid should see.

And he’s so, so glad that he made that choice. Alice’s hunt is something that will be burned into his brain for the rest of his life.

The next newborn is a middle-aged male who reminds Emmett of his English lit teacher back at Forks, right down to the salt and pepper streaks in his hair and the slightly off-centre nose. He’s the worst of the night, Emmett silently decides, as he guards his hunt - a family of five that he’s only half-finished. The father is extremely, viscerally dead and there’s no putting him back together; the mother is choking and struggling for a breath that her torn throat will never give her as she bleeds out; the baby in her arms is long dead with its head taken up by a gaping wound. There are two young girls, clinging to each other in terror, and there is no way this ends well.

The newborn obviously thinks Emmett is more of a threat than petite little Alice, practically frothing at the mouth as Emmett approaches him, and grabs at one of the children. It all happens in seconds - the girls scream, there is a crunch of bone and more screaming, the rich scent of fresh blood, another crunch of bone and muscle, and then the newborn’s head is half-torn away before Alice can get better leverage and finish the job. The dead child dangles from his grip, bent the wrong way; her sister has her head half caved in, and the mother still chokes on her own blood. It all happens so fast.

He should have stayed with Seth.

He lets Alice handle the rest of them - she’s located six of Maria’s surviving nine, and after the family, she takes them down swiftly and wordlessly, just a diminutive blur and the sound of tearing metal.

The sweet smoke clings to them as they make their way back to Seth, Alice’s head down.

“I thought,” she began and just shook her head. And he reached out to squeeze her shoulder.

She thought it would be closure, would feel like an ending or an achievement. That there would be some peace in ending Maria’s life’s work. Instead, she’s just the same, but with blood on her boots and a tear in her jeans. The newborns barely got an opportunity to fight back, to give her the pound of flesh she was looking for.

Seth is waiting for them in the window of the store, a broad grin on his face when he spots them. Back to the motel for the night, now. And then tomorrow…

“So,” he says finally. “What now?”

#twilight fic #alice cullen #emmett cullen #seth clearweater #mcu crossover #my fic: jar of hearts #marvel #mcu fic #why yes we did need a twilight x mcu crossover #it felt necessary

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writingformadderton · 5 years ago

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The Book of You and I - Part 11

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2469

Summary: Taron and Richard spend Christmas with Taron’s family back in Wales, accompanied by the first snow for T and a sweet present for Richard. A few weeks later Taron has to present the category of his boyfriend at the Golden Globes...

Additional Tags: soft, fluff, Christmas, Family, Golden Globes, Jophie, Colin Firth, Dex, Bryce, Jamie

Dedicated to @taron-eggmcmuffin❤️

Part 10

Taron wakes up on Christmas, hugged tightly in Richards embrace. He quickly recognizes his boyfriend's still deep asleep and so he remains where he is looking out of the window. There hasn't been any snow this winter and Taron hoped for it so badly, because he wanted to have snow on Christmas, of which everyone said it's so beautiful.

After a while Richard wakes up and nestles his face in Tarons back. His boyfriend turns around and pulls him close, knowing he needs some time to wake up fully. Rich cuddles into him and rubs his eyes. "Morning," he mumbles.

"Morning, love," Taron says and kisses his hair, fondling over it.

They are in Wales at the moment, staying with Tarons mum who invited them both for Christmas. It was lovely to be around his mum and Richard at the same time, seeing how good they get along.

After a quick shower both of them go downstairs, hand in hand, and greet Tarons family. It's a lovely Christmas day filled with laughter and fun. In the evening Richard talks with Tarons mum while T has his sisters next to him. Rosie is sitting on his lap and tells him about something they did last year with him. "Can you sing our song?" she asks him and looks up to him with begging eyes.

"Our song?" Taron asks and looks down at her questioning.

"Yeah, you always sing that song for us," she says confused and frowns a bit.

"I'll have to find out which song it is then, because right now I can't remember it," Taron says with a soft smile and Rosie nods.

"You were a better brother before the accident," Mari says and looks up to him as well.

Taron swallows hard and realizes once more that children simply hit you with the truth, whether you like it or not. He places Rosie on the sofa and gets up. "I'll be in the kitchen for a moment," he tells them and walks out of the living room.

Richard looks after him and bites his lower lip. He heard that last comment of his sister and he knows it hit him. But who could blame her? Taron had changed and of course he couldn’t remember stuff he did with his sisters or songs they loved.

Taron steps into the kitchen with tears in his eyes and takes a deep breath. He recognizes his stepfather too late and can't hide it anymore.

"Taron, are you alright?" he asks and looks at him worried.

"Yeah," T says slowly and leans against the table, "It just seems I'm not as good as a brother as before." he states and looks out of the window.

"Did they say that?" he asks carefully and Taron nods, "Don't worry, I'll talk to them. It's just as weird for them as it is for you."

He walks outside and Taron leaves the kitchen as well, opening the front door and sitting down at the stairs in front of the house. Only a short moment later the front door opens and he almost feels the presence of Richard already.

Rich sits down next to him and watches him observantly. "You're okay?" he asks softly and rubs his lower back. Taron braces his head on his hand and shakes it, "You three have to get comfortable around each other again. They are too small to realize what it means when you lose your memory."

"I know. I just hoped we three could start over just like I did with you," Taron sighs and stares out in the dark.

"Well I'm 32, they are 5 and 7, that's a bit of a difference," Rich chuckles and T nods giggling, "And it didn't go so smooth with us in the beginning as well." Richard says and wraps his arm around him.

"That's true,” T leans his head against his shoulder and sighs, "You know I just feel bad because I wanna be a good brother to them."

"Don't try to meet the expectations of a 'perfect' brother. Be yourself and they'll get used to everything," Richard tells him and places a tiny kiss onto his hair, "It's gonna be okay."

Taron cuddles into him and closes his eyes. It seemed unreal to him sometimes how safe he felt in his arms. "Thanks, Rich." he mumbles and grabs his hand.

They sit there in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company and Richard looks up in the sky. Suddenly he lets out a chuckle and pats Taron’s back. "Remember when you wanted white Christmas?" he asks and Taron hums a yes. "Well I think that's a good start."

Taron looks up confused and sees snow falling down everywhere around them. His eyes light up and he looks at Rich who watches him with a warm smile. Taron cups his face and pulls him close kissing him gently.

Rich bops his nose with his own and smiles. "Merry Christmas, bubs," he whispers and kisses him again lovingly.

"I have something for you," Taron says and takes out a little present from the pocket of his jacket, "It's just something tiny that I wanted to give you in privacy."

Richard opens it and sees a little key chain. He turns it around and watches it in awe. Behind the glass is the picture of himself kissing Taron’s hair, which both of them love so much. Underneath it the words I love you forever, okay? is engraved. Rich's eyes fill with tears rapidly and he presses his lips together.

"Oh no, why are you crying?" Taron asks scared and tries to make eye contact with him. Did he do something wrong?

Richard looks up, tears falling down his cheeks. "I love you so much," he presses out weakly and Taron cups his face fondling over his cheeks.

"Oh, Richie,” he whispers and pulls him into a hug, holding him close. He fondles over his hair while Rich sniffs in his shoulder and his own eyes fill with tears of joy as well. "I love you, too,” he says and hot tears fall down his cheek. "Whatever happens I want that to be your constant reminder of the truth," he says and cups Richard’s face.

"I won't let anything happen to you again." he whispers and leans his forehead against Tarons. "You're stuck with me now."

"As if that was a bad thing,” Taron giggles softly.

"I'm so glad to have you back," Rich presses out and hugs him tightly again feeling himself getting emotional.

Tarons heart swells and he hugs him back, just as tight. They stay like that for what feels like hours until they're cold. "Let's get inside huh?"

Only two weeks later and it's time for their first official public appearance. The Golden Globes take place and Richard got nominated for his performance in Bodyguard. He's nervous but it feels good to have Taron right by his side. Richard decided to walk down the red carpet with Taron together, their hands tangled.

T was a nervous wreck, being on his first public event after his accident. He got asked to announce the winner in Richards category and he agreed hoping he would say the name of his boyfriend at the end of the night.

In the middle of the carpet, Richard presses a kiss onto his temple, reassuring them both. They get inside and Taron holds Richard’s hand tightly feeling lost between all these unknown people. Then they meet Keeley and Taron feels a bit better having two people he knows and can rely on around him.

"It's a bit overwhelming, huh?" Keeley asks and gives him a compassionate smile while Richard walks them to a table standing a bit aside.

"Yes, it really is," T admits chuckling. "But I'm glad I have you two with me," he admits and grins at her.

They stop at a table and Rich wraps his arm around him pulling him close. "Alright?" he asks and T nods smiling at him happily.

A bit later they are sitting in the huge room and have a good view at the stage. T feels his nervousness creeping up in him thinking about standing on stage in front of all these people. "Why did I agree to do this?" Taron growls a bit and shifts in his seat.

"Because you wanna hand your boyfriend his golden globe," Keeley says next to him and grins at them.

"Keeley, stop it," Richard chuckles and shakes his head. He wouldn't win, no chance.

Taron walks onto the stage nervously and steps forward waiting until the room goes quiet. He starts talking, introduces the nominees and then takes his chance to add something quickly. "I just wanted to say that before I came up here, there were like a hundred people greeting me and whenever I wanted to greet them back, I didn't know who it was. So, please don't think I didn't answer because I became an asshole." Some chuckles can be heard and Taron smirks a bit. "It's simply because I can't remember shit and I'm glad that I remembered the time I had to be on stage as I struggle to keep information sometimes." People start clapping and laugh and Taron can see Keeley and Rich giggle softly at his words. He waits until everyone calmed down again and opens the letter in his hand. "And the winner is -" he opens the card and he feels like he could burst with pride. His eyes start shining as he looks at his boyfriend who raises his eyebrows at his look. "Richard Madden!" he starts clapping with the rest and smiles at his boyfriend who gets up looking shocked and hugs Keeley quickly.

Richard walks up the stairs and smirks at the proud look of his boyfriend. Taron hands him the globe and Richard puts it aside quickly to cup his face and kiss him happily, which leads to more cheering. Rich steps forward and thanks his team, his family. "I wanna thank Keeley, who is a brilliant actress and friend. You become one of the most important people to me over the last year," He looks at Taron for a moment and smiles softly before continuing, "And thank you to my boyfriend Taron, who never stopped supporting me through all of this even though he had enough shit to deal with himself," he grabs his hand and sees Taron’s adoring smile, "I love you," he says and pulls him into another kiss before leaving the stage with him together, going backstage.

As soon as the next break start, Keeley rushes into the room and hugs them both tightly, "I'm so proud of you two! I bet you two just killed a few fans with that kiss," She giggles as Richard rolls his eyes laughing at her.

Suddenly a blonde woman rushes towards them and squeaks Richards name. Richards face lights up and he opens his arms to pull her into a tight hug, "Sophie, so lovely to see you!"

"She's one of his best friends," Keeley whispers into Taron’s ear, "That's Joe her husband, you two got along quite well."

Joe smiles at Taron and offers him his hand. Taron grabs his hand and smiles, "Joe, am I right?" he makes sure again and the man in front of him nods.

"How are you, mate?" Joe asks and watches his girlfriend giggling who's sharing excited news with Richard.

"I'm actually great, thanks. Keeley just told me we've been friends, so I'm sorry if it seems awkward," Taron apologizes sincerely.

"Oh T, don't worry. I'm glad you're better, lad," Joe wraps his arm around him and pats his shoulder.

They all start joking around and it doesn't take long until a few others joined the table, Colin came over to congratulate them on their relationship and speaks to Taron for a little while. Bryce, Dex and Jamie all take their time to admire Richard’s golden globe and congratulate him on it.

"Next year it's your turn," Keeley says and smiles at Taron.

"Oh god no!" he laughs and shakes his head. "I'm glad I could remember the lines for this movie." he giggles.

"Taron you've always been a brilliant actor," Sophie says and Joe nods, supporting her statement.

"Wanna make a bet?" Jamie asks grinning.

"Depends," T giggles.

"If you win, you'll have to invite us all for dinner. If not, I'll pay," he says and raises his eyebrows.

"Which is a win-win situation for me because I'd love to have dinner with you all," Taron admits laughing and shakes Jamie's hand. He looks up as he feels Richards hand on his lower back and sees the adoration in his deep blue eyes.

Richard watches his boyfriend and realizes once more how much he loves him. He pulls him close to him and places a soft tiny kiss into his hair, while T rests his head against his shoulder.

"Dumb question but how exactly did you learn all that stuff about acting again so fast?" Sophie asks interested.

"I had help," he giggles softly. "Dex gave me a crash course on stuff and people I should know. Colin and Hugh Jackman gave me a call and we talked about some stuff regarding the acting, they made me watch my old movies which was a very strange experience," he laughs and looks up at Rich. "When we shot together, I learned a lot and I actually tried to remember stuff by watching others," he explains.

"And all the basics in life?" Joe asks.

"My mum, Dex and Rich. When we started to spend more time again, I had someone to watch doing stuff and he took his time to explain me some things." Taron says and takes a swallow of his drink. "It's like starting over with several things but having a package of language and some basic knowledge you don't know how to use."

"Wasn't so easy mentally I bet," Sophie says with a compassionate smile.

"I was depressed very often in the beginning and it lessened the more I got back into an actual life," Taron nods and grabs Richard’s hand who squeezes it. "But a day like this made us closer than we were when I met him again, so it had its good sides as well."

"Dork," Rich chuckles and T looks up to him giggling. Richard watches Taron standing up on his toes and feels him planting his lips on his for a short sweet kiss. If there was one thing he always loved about his boyfriend, then it was how less he cared about other people when he wanted to kiss him.

"It's so good to see you two back together," Keeley says and everyone agrees.

"Good to be back." Taron says smiling.

@maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed @primaba11erina @fuseburner @multicoloredchicken

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achieveandhunt · 6 years ago

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live typing extra life 2019

warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.

i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points

larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start

what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ

lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much

jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo

matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry

“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss

geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey

THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING

jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley

alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE

wait why does it sound like wonderwall

they look like characters from the matrix

the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt

in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants

okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY

“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well

also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome

i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board

which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??

“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”

WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)

ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple

god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair

owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment

“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”

ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up

“man action” oh no

THROBERT MULVEINY

K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes

“my last name is cottagecheese”

I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S

chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds

“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy

jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes

a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese

BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE

“to fitness” -starts choking-

final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission

“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items

we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment

moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat

jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand

what’s extra life without a little satan

“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY

chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais

ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister

nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip

oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year

this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700

D̷̯͑̆̈́͝Õ̸̲͎̥̬͈̬̙͕̲G̸̢̧̠͉͚̙̲̙̓̔̀̇S̷̥̀́͆̈́̇̀ ̶̣̞̗͚̬̭̖̦͇̈́̎̈́̿̓̈́͆̒̋D̷̙̟̩̫͉̺̐̊̚Ö̶̥́̋́̓ͅĜ̵̞̌͋̏̉̌̕͝͝S̵̤̹̣̫̮̻͛̍̑̕͝͝ ̷̧̨̞̙̥̟̜͍̉̍̑̏̇̀̾D̴̻̮̩̯͓͉̖͎̘͐̒͋̓̉͝ͅỎ̶̰͓̳̥͑̅͛͊̒͐͊͘̚G̵̩̻̦̥̠̃̔Ş̶̹͚̩̱͖̀͆͘ ̸̢̢͇̻͔̗̺̼͖̱̏̾̔̚D̴̨̨̫̙̃̾̋̾̆̓̓Ớ̷̡͓͎͊G̶̱̣̣̰̝̖̰̗̓͐̐̊͋̀͊̀̕͝Ş̷̩̺̬̖͙̺̟͗̈́͒͗̀̑́́̕͠ ̷̡͈̼̲͈̳̫̺̝̈́̋͌͗̒ͅD̸̨̬̞̪̗̘̄̑͆̿̈́͘͠͝O̸̡̡͇͕̻͎͍͉̅̌͗̄͌̑̉̔͂̎Ḡ̸͙̟̪̞̬̬͕͐̈̏S̶̝̪̼̮̠̜̭̳͖̘̑

urine: to help with aerodynamics

jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*

today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right

how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly

barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon

blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real

#dogsforkids

this just in: extra life killed my wifi

we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen

queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations

HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY

hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable

trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk

“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”

i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor

the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose

“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”

“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair

jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny

OK BOOMER

wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots

Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas

miles doesn’t know what a question is

WHERE’S YOUR HAIR

oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone

CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

miles bossing around chef mike is priceless

“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”

“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*

HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that

“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH

--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---

oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree

so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them

hmm. is now the time to get drunk

oily twist feels very... ominous

what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?

someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”

i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours

ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of

can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude

“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking

this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)

“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad

fucking called it

“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip

heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice

i’m a grown ass woman

welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment

“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*

“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”

“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”

oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh

i felt that chest slap in my soul

i think i felt my own ribs crack

oh fucking

tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section

alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning

my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here

this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before

LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM

JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller

oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck

m y a t t

oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling

lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones

chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged

chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying

he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content

i heARD A MICHAEL JONES

“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”

you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos

JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK

oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing

why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king

the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass

i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point

lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth

well timed leet donation #1829495

this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good

jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said

iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL

jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to

lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25

“deep fry everything but a remote control”

chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25

oh fuck it’s a tie

now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible

i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight

no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god

okay i’m making a part two this is too much

#extra life 2019 #i’m going for full 24 hours this year #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #michael jones #lindsay jones #jack pattillo #geoff ramsey #gavin free #ryan haywood #matt bragg #alfredo diaz #trevor collins #fiona nova #i regret everything in my life that has led to this moment

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thecleverdame · 6 years ago

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Control and Release - 11

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: With the rest of the staff caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, dub-con, nipple clamps, breath play (more warnings as the story continues)

Words: 5.6k

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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You sit there naked as the shower turns on. There’s a part of you that knows you should leave, it’s the safest way to ensure a clean division between sex and, well, everything else. But the truth is all the logic in the world doesn’t stop you from getting up and joining him in the shower.

He turns toward you as you open the glass door and step inside, his hair slicked back. He moves out of the way for you to wet your hair before switching places. He doesn’t touch you, instead he watches as you lather your body with the hotel provided soap. His eyes follow as soapy hands move between your legs, then over your breasts. He waits for you to finish and then steps out, wrapping himself in a fluffy white towel, handing one to you before wordlessly disappearing back into the room.

You follow him, toweling dry, trying to act casual as he stands stark naked, rubbing his hair with the towel and slipping into bed. You do the same, walking to the other side and crawling under the sheets as he reaches over and turns off the light.

“Good night,” are his last words as he turns onto his side, facing away from you and settles in.

There’s a hand rubbing up and down your back as you lie belly down, still in the depths of sleep. Slowly you blink awake, the early morning sun shining through a crack in the curtains, cutting like a knife through butter into the dark of the room.

While you don’t know what time it is, it’s still early enough that no part of you wants to move. It’s Sam’s voice that brings you back into the land of the living and the realization that you’re still in his bed.

“You have to get up.” A big, warm hand spreads wide across your back, fingers fanning out. The feeling of his hands on you, skin on skin is a simple but rare pleasure.“It’s almost six and Pepper will be here soon. Our flight leaves at nine, and you need to pack.”

“It’s too early, just leave me here. I’ll live on the West Coast now.” you whisper, rolling onto your back. He’s hovering above you, propped up on one elbow looking bright eyed at this ungodly hour. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Rarely.” He pushes a strand of hair back from your cheek. “Really, you need to get up.”

“I’m moving.” With a final push, you force yourself to sit up and get out of bed. You're naked and it’s cold as you hop around the room, trying to find your clothes and get dressed. Still half asleep you walk to the door in a daze and he follows you. “Last night was...incredible. Really, I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He seems to enjoy your early morning confession, grinning as you yawn into the back of your hand.

“Go on,” he opens the door. “You can sleep on the plane, you deserve it.”

Five Days Later - Tuesday

You’ve spent the better part of two days staring at lists of phone numbers and calls. The computer does most of the cross-referencing, all you’re left with is a spreadsheet full of names, dates and times. Thousand of them.

It’s early afternoon when you realize that something’s wrong.

Before you were assigned to the endless pit of phone calls, Max had you sorting through and categorizing depositions, ensuring the transcriptions were correct. You know this case inside and out. You’ve heard every word of testimony a dozen times and that’s how you know that Kurt Jablonski, your client, swore up and down multiple times that he never made direct contact with a private investigator named Lea Hammond.

And yet here you are staring at a number identified as one of Lea Hammond’s burner phones making and receiving calls from an office line that only Kurt had access too. His calls are normally made through his security so it’s possible he’s naive enough to think that there wouldn’t be a trace, but you’re staring at the proof of their connection.

You’ve got no idea what this means, but it’s a huge case. Sam’s had teams flying back and forth from Florida for months.

Now comes the hard part, you have to tell Max.

You never returned his texts and he’s been giving you the cold shoulder. But you report to him, at least for this case, so there’s no way around it. You write down the names and dates on a post-it and head to the conference room where Max has set up shop with half a dozen other junior associates.

“Excuse me,” you knock lightly on the door frame and they all look up. Frank Walenchecz looks from you to Max and grins, which piques your interest but that’s not why you’re here. “Max, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re kinda in the middle of something here.” He rotates his chair, eyeing you up and down. “I’ll find you later if you need me.”

Everyone in the room chuckles and your cheeks flush hot.

“I think you should look at this, I found something-”

“I said we’re busy.” He’s emboldened now, his condescending tone laced with an underlying hostility that you pick up on in a second.

“Max, this is serious,” you insist. “It says on the schedule that the team in Florida is going through final prep with Mr. Jablonski but-”

“Why don’t you worry about your filing and leave the thinking to the big boys, huh?” He tilts his head, making no attempt to hide as he stares at your breasts. “I’ll find you later, sweetheart.”

You can hear snickers as you shut the door, humiliated.

You wait. And wait.

It’s nearly six when you walk back down the hall only to find the conference room empty. He’s left for the day.

Wednesday

You’ve only been in the office for an hour, sorting through a new stack of documents when Lance Barton saunters up to your desk. He’s not exactly a friend, but the two of you are friendly per se. He’s a junior associate and just as full of himself as every other lawyer working at W & S, they all know how good they have it.

“Good morning,” he perches on your desk, shoving a paperweight to the side to make room for his ass.

“Hey,” you look at him, offering a genuine smile. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there staring at you with a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you need something?”

“Actually, I came to ask you that.” He chuckles, biting his bottom lip. It takes you a minute to understand exactly what he’s implying. When the realization finally dawns you’re so taken off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

“I-” you start, sitting back, staring at him in disbelief. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

You turn back to your work, trying to ignore him, but he doesn’t move.

“Come on,” Lance leans down, placing his hand over yours on the desk, you jerk it back in response, unprepared for actual physical interaction. “We’ve always gotten along, haven’t we?”

“Please stop.” You pull your hand away, clutching it in your lap.

“Max said you liked to play hard to get.” He whispers, now close enough that you can feel his breath on your cheek. “But he also said it was worth it, that you’re a wild little thing.”

You look at him wide-eyed, mouth falling open as nausea sets in. “Max told you that?”

“Don’t be shy.” Lance smiles, his eyes trailing down your body. “You just let me know the next time you need an itch scratched and I’ll take care of you.”

He saunters away, looking smug, leaving you gutted. You’d already guessed from Max’s reaction yesterday that he’d greatly exaggerated his relationship with you, but this is a whole other level.

Greg Smith from IT walks by your desk, eyes lingering too long and you know it has already grown into something you’re not going to be able to control.

Thursday

“Everyone knows your dirty little secret.” Pepper pours herself a coffee looking up at you. “I mean, you probably think you’re hiding it but I can see right through you.”

You almost choke on your spit, stopping to stare at her, swallowing hard.

“What are you talking about?” you stammer and she smirks, sipping her coffee.

“Oh stop it. The whole office knows about you two.” She shakes her head and you want to melt into the floor.

“You’re talking about….Max?”

God, you hope it’s only Max.

“Who else?” Pepper is always a bitch but she’s really enjoying this. “I knew there was something between the two of you.”

“There was and never has been anything going on between us.” You correct her, holding your head high.

“I could have told you he was a snake. They’re all wannabes with too much money who think they’re going to be Sam Winchester some day. It’s pathetic.”

“Whatever he said, it’s not true.” You want to ask for more details but you’re not sure you could handle it.

“He told everyone, might as well have sent out a newsletter. Every nasty detail, how you suck cock, how you begged him to fuck you...everywhere. He told Colin you’re too slutty for him. Too much of a whore for Max...that must be a new low.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you whisper, fighting back tears. There’s a swell of anger and humiliation rising in your chest.

“Because you should know. I might be a lot of things, but I’m not afraid to say things to someone’s face. I know you’re Sam’s favorite right now, God only knows why. But that doesn’t mean anything in the real world. Outside of his office, you’re just a small fish, fighting for room in the pond with the rest of us.”

She turns on her heels and walks away, leaving you stunned.

The last thing you want to do is see Max face to face, but you need to show him the information you found. While you’d love to see him crash and burn, it could affect Sam and you won’t let that happen.

You knock twice on the door to his small, windowless office and he looks up. His face hardens when he realizes it’s you. “Back for more? Can’t stay away huh?”

“What are you talking about?” You shrug, stepping inside and shutting the door. “It’s just us now, stop the act. I thought we were friends, Max. Why are you doing this?”

“What am I doing?” he asks, picking up a stress ball and squeezing it in his fist. “I haven’t talked to you in a week.”

“You’ve talked to everyone else. Telling stories about things that never happened.” Stepping closer to his desk you search his face for some kind of understand. You didn’t see this coming. Are you this bad of a judge of character? “Why are you trying to hurt me?”

“Why are you such a cock tease?” he spits, crushing the foam ball in his grasp.

“You know,” you back out the room, defeated, “the sad part is that I thought you were a good guy.”

“Why don’t you go find someone else to play your games with,” Max calls out as you leave and you hear the ball hit the wall with a soft thump.

Friday Morning

Sam waits outside the door to the conference room as Pepper hands him the latest update on the case. He opens the folio, reading through the documents. He’s always fully prepared.

“Do you need me?” Pepper asks, “Because I need to finish the notes from your call with Mr. Takahashi. You’ll need the final proposal before your one o’clock.”

“No,” Sam shakes his head without look up. “I should be back in my office by eleven. We’ll have time to review.”

She wanders off and Sam’s flips through page after page, scanning the notes. He’s not really listening, it’s your name that pulls him out of what he’s reading, moving closer to the open door.

“I’m telling she was practically begging for it,” Max explains.

“If Y/N was so into it then why are you so hot and cold?” Another voice asks. “You’ve been after her for months.”

“Because every other guy has already been there.” Max laughs. “I mean she’s a real whore, let me fuck her ass the first time. That’s how you know she’s been open for business.”

“Shit,” someone else grunts. “If you don’t want her, I’ll damn sure get in line.”

“Go for it man, two drinks and she was all over my dick like she hadn’t been fucked in years. She was starving for it.”

Friday Afternoon

“What is it?” Sam snips, looking for up for only a second. You haven’t seen him since you got off the plane in Boston last week. You know he’s been busy but you expected less hostility.

“I need to show you something.” You inch into his office.

“Can it wait?” He sits up, pulling off his glasses to stare you. He normally looks you up and down but right now his eyes are boring a hole into yours with an unwavering stare. “I’m busy. I don’t have time for you today.”

Jesus.

You take a breath, holding back with everything you have, you’ve wanted to cry for forty-eight hours but you didn’t think Sam would be the one to push you over the edge.

“Um-” you stutter, words getting caught in your throat.

“Um?” He raises an eyebrow. “Pull yourself together, use words like an adult.”

You swallow hard, tears brimming, as you try to swallow the thump in your throat.

“There’s something I came across when I was sorting through phone records for the Jablonski case.” You manage stable words, masking your looming breakdown.

“And you’re bothering me with this why?” He asks plainly as if you’re some low-level employee he’s never laid eyes on before.

“I just thought-”

“What did you just think? That because I fucked you I would suddenly have time for whatever this is?” His eyes are on fire and you wished you could melt into the floor.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a real dick, you know that?” you whisper, a tear running down your cheek, mouth trembling. “What did I do?”

His eyes light up, rage threatening right there under the surface. “Why aren’t you giving this to your project leader? Max has time for you, I’m sure.”

“I tried. He won’t listen to me.”

“Why?” Sam’s jaw locks, seething with anger. You’ve got no idea where this is coming from but you’re fully prepared to leave this building and never come back. “Stop crying, it’s pathetic.”

“Because,” you close your eyes, fresh tears falling, you’re really crying now. You stare at the floor, unable to take any more of his glare. “Because he’s mad at me.”

“Why is he mad at you?” He pushes as if he's waiting for some lurid confession.

“I wouldn’t sleep with him. He’s been an absolute asshole. He’s successfully made my life a living hell. I’m pretty sure he told everyone in the building that I’m a whore. I’ve got people I don’t even know whispering about me in the halls. I tried to show him but he won’t listen to me. I found something. I think it’s important so I came up here to tell you and now you’re...whatever this is. Please just take this so I can leave.”

You hold out a folder, wincing as he steps forward. He takes the folder out of your hands, but the next thing you feel is both his hands cupping your face, thumbs pressed into your cheeks.

“Calm down.” His voice is softer now, less commanding, more soothing.

You look at him, and gone is his threatening stare, it’s been replaced by something gentler.

“I haven’t done anything, to anyone.” you offer, stripped bare of pretense as you look up at him. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I jumped to some conclusions, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” It makes sense now, he’s heard the rumors. One of his hands moves from your face to your chest, placing his hand wide over your heart, resting between your breasts, guiding your breath. “I’m sorry.”

While it doesn’t excuse his actions you’re fairly sure Sam Winchester rarely apologizes, if ever.

“Okay,” you whisper, unable to dive any deeper, not right now at least.

“I’ll look through what you brought and take care of the Max situation.”

“I’m not a snitch,” you gulp, “I didn’t tell you to get him in trouble.”

“I know that. But you did tell me and I can’t have one of my employees talking about another like this. I won’t allow this kind of hostile environment for anyone.”

“He’s going to know I told you.”

“He’s going to know you told HR, because that’s how we’ll deal with it.” He sets the folder on his desk and picks up his phone.

“You’re done for the week. Go downstairs, I’ll have my driver take you to my house. You’re going to spend the weekend with me.”

“The weekend?” You look up, wiping tears as your mind tries to shift off of Max and into whatever this new territory is. “I don’t have anything with me.”

“You won’t need much.”

Sam’s house is a huge, modern home in Newton, Massachusetts. You know from listening to Pepper that he has a loft in Boston but this sprawling architectural wonder is his real home, far outside the city.

Dealing with him on a more intimate level it’s been easy to forget that he’s filthy fucking rich. He’s made more money than most people can dream of and this house is a jarring reminder that you’re in his world now.

The driver walks you to the door, punches in a code and ensures you’re inside before leaving. The floors are dark wood and everything else is stark white, it makes the place feel almost antiseptic. You take your shoes off and trail down the hallway that opens up into a generous living area, twice the size of your entire apartment. There is a couch, several chairs, and a coffee table. The walls are bare, save for one huge painting hanging on the wall, it’s all dark colors and strange shapes.

You continue exploring, wandering down a narrow hall to the right and find the kitchen. It’s just as devoid of personality as the rest of the house. He could feed a small army and you wonder if he’s ever lonely being one man with all this unnecessary space.

There’s a labyrinth of empty bedrooms, filled with furniture and not much else. At the end of this hall is his room, it’s unmistakable. In contrast to the rest of the place, there are splashes of color. The door to his closet is open and you slip inside, flipping on the light to find hundreds of suits, pressed and hung with meticulous care. There’s a second closet filled with his casual clothing, sneakers, and gym clothes. It sparks a lot of thought about what he’s truly like outside of the professional world.

Is this it? Is all this naked space his life? It seems...unfulfilling.

At the end of the closet, there’s a dresser with two pictures sitting on top. You pick one up and examine it. It’s a family, mother, and father, a young boy and a baby. It’s easy to guess that the baby is Sam, this was a life that was taken from him.

The second photo is unmistakably Sam with a mop of wild hair hanging over his forehead. He looks to be in his early twenties and he’s smiling bright and happy, eyes lit up with joy. He’s got his arm around a beautiful blonde who’s pressing her lips to his cheek. This Sam looks alive, warm and inviting. Another version of him from a happier time.

There’s a faint sound and you set the picture down, shutting off the light and scrambling out of the room. You find him in the living room, slipping his suit jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair. He looks up, a half-smile crossing his lips.

“You,” he points to you, shaking his head. “Just saved me from an utter disaster. I have twenty lawyers on that case, five paralegals and you’re the only who caught the phone calls.”

“It was something?” you question, moving closer.

“More than something. Kurt hasn’t been telling us the truth. If we had moved forward with our current strategy he would have ended up in jail and our reputation would have taken a massive hit.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help,” you offer, still reeling from the rollercoaster of a day you’ve had. “Before you say anything else, there’s something I need to say.”

“What is it?” he asks, getting closer.

“I know you have a lot going on. You’re busy and you don’t always have time for me. I understand that you’re blunt and like to get right to the point. But I can’t handle the way you spoke to me today. I enjoy what we have, but I won’t be around someone who treats me like that.”

He waits for a beat, eyes honing in on you, his head tilting as his tongue darts out. You can practically see the gears turning.

“I overheard a rumor and took it as truth. I, of all people, should know better,” he offers. “I don’t share. I’ve never played well with others and when I heard what I did, I reacted. I am sorry for that. I asked you to trust me and I need to trust you in return. It’s the only way this works. I trust you to keep your word, make good on your commitments. I will never speak to you that way again.”

“Good.” You gulp, feeling suddenly small in his living room. “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

“Agreed.” He moves past you, reaching out to squeeze your arm as he heads off toward the kitchen and you follow. “Are you hungry?”

“Yea - Yes. I am. I was so worked up all day, I haven’t eaten anything since last night,” you confess, almost afraid of what kind of strange, kale-infused delicacy he’ll offer you.

“I’ll make something.” He opens the refrigerator, looking back you. “How do you feel about beets?”

“What I’m about to do is all about trust,” Sam explains as you sit naked in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. His cock is thick and hard, trapped between your bellies.

“I know,” you nod, one hand on each of his shoulders. Your nails sink into his skin, holding on like he’s already begun. You look him in the eyes, searching for understanding. “I trust you, I’m just...nervous.”

“You’ll like it.” He nods, both hands holding your hips tightly. “It’s an incredible release.”

His hand wedges between your bodies again, finding your clit, rubbing a few last times before he gets started. He’s spent the better part of an hour getting you worked up, you're wet and throbbing, ready for more.

“Lift up,” he instructs and you rise up on your knees as he takes his cock into his hand and slips the head into your pussy. “Now lower down, take it all.”

You stare at him as you slide down his dick, not stopping until you’re filled to the brim.

“Jesus,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He’s thick, a wonderful stretch that sends little jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“Hands behind your back.”

You comply, placing your wrists together at the base of your spine. He picks up his discarded tie, reaching around and securing your wrists. The fact that he doesn’t need to see to be able to properly tie you up, has you both excited and concerned.

Sitting back he looks at you, then down to where you’re sitting on his dick.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, slowly.”

Lifting up you hum with satisfaction, feeling the drag of him inside you. It’s only intensified when you sink back and find a rhythm, even and constant, as you stare at each other. After a few minutes he starts to breath faster, mouth clamped shut as he studies your face. One hand comes up and slides around your throat. His fingers nearly reach the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the opposite side under your jaw.

He squeezes, not hard, just enough to make you feel the pressure and you whimper, sliding up and down his shaft. Leaning all the way back in the chair, he reaches between your bodies with his free hand and begins to carefully rub your clit.

Your mouth falls open as the pleasure builds, everything between your legs slick and throbbing. His cock alone would be enough to get you off like this, you’re not used to the stretch yet, you doubt you ever will be, but it’s a wonderful challenge as you lift yourself up and down in his lap.

“Feels so good,” you whisper, biting your lower lip, his thumb moving faster over your swollen clit.

“Stick your tongue out,” he instructs. You blink, feeling the all too familiar shame creep in as you drop your jaw and stick your tongue out.

He keeps you just like this as the minutes tick by, your whimpers and moans sound even more desperate with your mouth wide open, tongue hanging out like some kind of slutty porn star.

Tugging at your hands you almost falter, only to have the hand around your throat grow tighter, holding you in place.

“You don’t have to ask permission to cum, just let it happen.” And with that his lips curl and his fingers clench and suddenly you can’t breathe. You knew this was coming, he’d prepared you for it but the first time you can’t help the panic, your heart speeding up.

For five seconds you are open-mouthed, fighting for air and then he lets up and you suck in a huge breath.

“Don’t stop fucking,” he reminds you. You’ve slowed down but you pick up the pace, sliding back and forth more than up and down. “Tongue back out.”

You comply and his grip tightens until you can’t breathe again and this time it’s longer. His thumb works faster over your bud, his hips rise up, keeping his cock moving inside you.

This time it’s ten seconds, and by the time he lets go your whole body is hot, sweat breaking out from head to toe.

You expected more pleasure, it’s not exactly bad but also not the pay off you anticipated.

After a few deep breaths, you stick out your tongue and ride him as his fist closes around your throat, tighter than the two previous times. His thumb presses firm, you feel your orgasm building as he squeezes the last breath out of you. You start to squirm, pulling at the restraints out of instinct. A desperate gagging sound leaves your throat and you’re getting closer and closer and then it happens at the same time. Your vision starts to go spotty and you cum at the same time. He eases up, but barely, still controlling the air supply as you jerk on his cock.

You’re floating and then there’s a rush of pure euphoria. It’s a tingling, weightless feeling that seamlessly melts into the pleasure of your orgasm and the whole world fades away. There’s nothing else, only the feeling of your body rolling up and down and an incredible pleasure between your legs.

Unsure how long you’ve hung in this transcendental state, you blink, vision clearing only to find Sam staring at you, both his hands cupped around your cheeks, holding your head up.

“Wow,” you whisper smiling like a fool, looking at him from under hooded eyes as an overwhelming wave of satisfaction and bliss sets in. “Thank you.”

“It looked incredible.” His eyes are lit up and moving quickly, searching your face.

“Untie me please,” you request softly, not entirely of sound mind yet.

He blinks, hesitates for a moment, then one hand leaves your face to reach behind you to free your wrists. Without thinking you wrap yourself around him, both hands sliding behind his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

His palms slide up your back, holding you as you come back down to earth, thumbs stroking back and forth until your breathing is back to normal. Once you’ve semi-recovered you sit up, inches away from his face as you look at each other. He’s even more handsome up close, the little wrinkles around his eyes and the pink of his lips are beautiful.

Wordlessly you lift yourself up, letting his cock slide almost of your pussy before sinking back down, finding a pace that makes your thighs burn as you ride him, desperate to give him the same release he’s just gifted you.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tipped back, the muscles of his neck straining. The two big hands on your hips pull you down onto him, holding you in place as he cums, spurting warm inside you until he’s finished.

After a few minutes, he lifts you up and off his semi-hard cock, rubbing his knuckles directly over your cheek, a tender caress that makes your eyes close in response.

“Now, get on your knees and suck my cock until it’s clean.”

“Sam,” you start, watching the subtitles on the muted TV as a newscaster talks about the upcoming election. “Why am I here?”

“What do you mean?” he responds, only half paying attention.

“I’m in your house, in your bed. You said you want to me stay all weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be here, but I didn’t think you would want someone in your personal space.”

“I don’t mind having you in my personal space as long as it’s at my request.” He explains evenly, glancing up. “I’ve been busy this last week. My schedule is only going to get tighter. Weekends might be the only time we get to see each for a while. I won’t have time for the same interactions while I’m at work.”

“That makes sense.”

“Are you alright with that? Do you have a cat that needs to be fed?”

“No, no animals, no social life to speak of. We’re perfect for each other.” You smile and he grins looking back to the screen.

“What will happen to Max?” you ask, laying on your back staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

“Do you care?”

“No. I’m sure he deserves whatever he gets,” you nod, the feeling of the last few days washing over you again.

“What happened to make him so upset?” Sam’s inquiry seems genuine.

“I turned him down. Some men are like that, for whatever reason they can’t handle being told no. Honestly, I had no idea he was that upset with me. I can only imagine what they all think of me. It’s so embarrassing.”

“You’re not the one that has anything to be embarrassed about.” His eyes go back the report in front of him, sliding the screen up but still talking. “Even if everything he said was true, it shouldn’t matter.”

He goes back to his work, reviewing some document that can’t wait until Monday and you lie there, pretending to watch a rerun of Frasier that comes on after the news broadcast.

“Sam, can I ask you something?”

“It seems like you’re going to regardless of my answer.” He glances at you.

“Are you happy?”

He stops, looking up and forward before turning to staring at you as if you’ve just asked him to hop on one foot.

“Is anyone?”

“I am.” You roll onto your side. “I mean, I’m not over the moon every day, but I’m content and I have moments of real, true happiness.”

“Why are you asking me this?”

“I was just thinking about you. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have asked-”

“It’s fine.” He sets down the tablet on the nightstand and rolls onto his side, propping his elbow on the pillow. “No, I’m not happy in a traditional sense. I’m satisfied. I’m focused, I accomplish things no one else would ever be able to. There are a lot of things you have to give up to have the career I’ve had. I built something. I gave up happiness for success, it was a conscious choice.”

“Don’t you want more than your job?”

“No.” He shakes his head without hesitation. “When you add too much into the mix, things get messy.”

“Is that why you have me? I mean, you’re a pretty big deal. I can’t imagine you’re desperate for dates.”

“I don’t date, I have no desire for that. Having people in your life makes you unfocused, they’re distractions.”

“I’m not a distraction?” you inquire. A psychologist would have a field day with him.

“You are exactly what I need you to be. I’m not a robot. I have the same base urges as every other red-blooded American male, but instead of marrying the first pretty girl with long legs that liked my money, I decided to leave sex in its own category. My life is compartmentalized, things run smoother that way.”

“Do you have friends?”

“Not anymore.” His voices wavers, just a little but you catch it, trying your best to not let on. “For me friends are either a liability or a disappointment. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t fall into one of the two categories.”

“Geez, which one am I?”

“You’re not my friend,” he states, eyes narrowing. “You are a category all your own.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”

#tedtalk!sam #Controal and release #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fanfic

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wlw-imagines-blog · 6 years ago

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Crazy Little Thing

Anon asked: would you write a Wanda x reader fluff fic where they get caught kissing in various places? I would like one of them to be on the stairs to make up for the height difference between them.

Wanda x Reader

A/N: Yo this is the cutest request ever, than you anon, <3

“Wanda!’ You shouted up to the open window on the third floor. “Wanda, come on! it’s pouring buckets!”

That it was indeed. Rain pelted the sidewalk as you tried to peer up, squinted through the impossible mist. Your jacket was soaked and shirt sticking to your back. Water plastered your hair to your scalp. From the window, you saw an auburn head stuck out, hair twisted into a messy bun.

“Y/n! I thought you were coming at two!” Wanda shouted down. “Why didn’t you text me?”

You crossed your arms against the cold. “We’ll talk after you buzz me up! Please hurry!”

Her head disappeared, and a second later, the front door unlocked. You hurried inside, dripping water all over the entrance. You ran up the stairs and knocked furiously on the door.

The door swung open revealing Wanda, clearly surprised and trying not to laugh at your disheveled state. “Y/n! We we’re going to watch the movie at six! Everyone’s arrive in the evening. I thought...” She succumbed to a fit of giggles.

You put you hands on your hips, water flinging everywhere. “Very funny, let me in.”

Wanda stepped aside and you headed straight to Wanda’s room, stripping off your wet clothes and shoes. You dug through her drawers, finding a pair of sweatpants and a big t-shirt. In Wanda’s bathroom, you found a spare towel and wrapped your sopping hair in it.

You wandered into the kitchen, where Wanda was preparing two mugs of hot tea.

“Feel better?” She asked as you wrapped your arms around her waist, tucking your chin into her shoulder.

You hummed. “Much better, but I’m still cold.”

Wanda turned and pecked your lips, wrapping her arms around you. “How about that? Does that help?”

You shrugged and grinned, and Wanda pressed a kiss below your ear. “How about that?”

Laughing at the sensation, you kissed Wanda back, lips tingling from the sudden shift of cold to hot. Hands wrapped around you, cradling your neck. Wanda backed you to the island, hoisting you up so that you sat there, Wanda moving comfortably between your legs. She ran her hand along the fabric of the sweatpants, fingers moving up your shirt.

Just as you began to run your hands through her hair, a voice pulled you from the moment.

“Hey, Wanda, did you go- oh, Jesus Christ!” Pietro shouted as he entered the kitchen. Wanda’s brother had wandered in, clearly surprised by your presence. “You two are shameless!” He immediately turned on his heel and left.

The two of you separated, sharing one look before bursting out in hearty laughter.

After the two of you settled down, Wanda help out her hand. “Come on, I’ll put your clothes in the dryer.”

Love, Actually, had been playing for about thirty minutes, all Christmassy and unseasonable for mid February. The lights had been dimmed, and your friends had all arrived. You and Wanda were intertwined with a couch to yourselves, while Natasha, Clint and Pietro sat on another couch. Steve and Sam sat on the ground amid a few scattered pillows and blankets.

Wanda had her face resting on your chest, her hair tickling your nose. Every so often, you could feel Wanda’s breathing even out, a clear sign she had fallen asleep.

“Hey,” you kissed her forehead. “Don’t fall asleep, Colin firth is about to jump into a pond.”

“Yeah, okay,” Wanda yawned. “I’m awake.”

No sooner than a moment later, Wanda’s head lulled once more, and you jostled her again.

“What?” She roused. “I’m not sleeping,”

You snickered, gently lifting her head and pressing your lips to hers. “It’s okay, sleep if you have to.”

Wanda wrapped her arms around you tightly, lips opening.

A pillow thwacked against your face.

“Hey, no kissing.” Natasha joked, raising another pillow. “If you wanna do that, go to the bedroom.”

Wanda snickered and settled back into your side, while you made a face at Natasha.

****

The orange streetlamps illuminated the black evening, puddles of water scattered amid the sidewalk that you and Wanda strolled down. Your fingers were intertwined, swinging between the two of you.

You stopped at your door, standing on the concrete steps, looking down at Wanda. Her eyes seemed to glow in the ambiance.

"Tonight was nice," Wanda hummed, tucking her hair behind her ears.

You hummed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Thank you for inviting me, it was fun, even if you slept through most of the movie."

"Ugh, whatever," she rolled her eyes and wrapped her hand around the back of you neck. Wanda pulled you down and pressed her lips against yours. The warmth was calming and inviting as usual.

You pulled away. "I love you."

"I love you to-"

"Y/N!" your room mate Valkyrie shouted from the top floor window. "Get in here! The heater's broken again."

You sighed as Wanda laughed. "We can't catch a break, can we?"

#wlw #writing #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #infinity war #marvel #scarlet witch imagines #scarlet witch x reader

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bandersnatchmywigho · 6 years ago

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Colin Ritman Imagine - Pizza and a Shower

A/N: This is my first fanfic… hope y’all dirty whores enjoy this nasty shit.

Summary: You and Colin have been best friends for a couple years now. You’ve always had feelings for him, but he’s never shown any signs of reciprocation... Until one day (😉).

Pairing: Colin Ritman x Reader

Requested: No

Word count: 1,918 words

Warnings: Strong language, maybe a little bit of angst (only if you squint), choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), and water

You lazily turned over on the couch as something meaningless played in the background on the telly. Hour number four on the couch was slowly creeping up on you as you struggled to actually get up and do something productive for the day. Deciding against it, you continued laying on the couch and begrudgingly watched Channel 4.

Your attention was torn away from the television when you heard keys jingle outside the front door of the apartment. It’s probably Colin, you thought. Your thoughts were proven correct when he stepped in, removing the keys from the lock.

“(Y/N), are you here?” your best friend, Colin, stated as he aimlessly searched the apartment for you.

“Yeah, Colin. What’s up?” you responded.

“Nothing much. Thakur was on my ass all day today to finish Nohzdyve. I’ve never wanted to punch that man so hard in his fucking face,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he dropped into the couch seat next to you. You rubbed his back to relieve some of the stress from his hard day at work as he slowly laid his head into your lap.

You lived for moments like this. You’ve had feelings for Colin ever since you saw that bleached head of hair across the room at Tuckersoft on Opening Day at the new office in London. Alas, he didn’t outwardly reciprocate those feelings and just, kind of, treated you like one of the guys at the office. You were glad to stay his best friend, though, because that meant you still had some connection to him. However, carving out time to hang out with him was getting harder and harder, especially since you landed a new and better position over at Electronic Arts.

Your attention focused back on Colin as he made himself comfortable on the pillow that was your thighs. Your heart fluttered as he moaned softly when you lightly dragged your nails across his back, up his shoulders and neck, and into his scalp.

“(Y/N), if you keep massaging me like this, I’m gonna fall asleep right here,” Colin chuckled.

You laughed in response but continued to massage his body softly.

After about five minutes, you heard snoring coming from the boy in your lap. You silently giggled to yourself and decided to keep watching the television program from earlier. Your eyes remained focused on the telly for about twenty minutes until you felt a stirring in your lap.

“Oh, my God. How long have I been asleep for?” Colin remarked as he slowly rose from his position in your lap.

“Only about twenty minutes,” you replied, not tearing your eyes away from the program on the telly.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be back. I’ve just got to shower for a bit before dinner and then I’ll be back,” he stated as he walked away and to the bathroom.

“Alright!” you yelled.

You threw off the blankets and pillows from your lap and stood up from your position on the couch. As you headed to the kitchen, you picked up the house phone to order some pizza for dinner. You dialed the nearest pizza place’s number and ordered a plain cheese pizza for Colin and a barbecue chicken pizza for yourself.

“Hi, can I place an order for deli-” you started to say before you were interrupted.

“(Y/N), I ran out of body wash! Can you get me some from the closet?!” Colin hollered from the shower.

“Yeah, hold on! I’m on the phone. Sorry about that. Can I place an order for delivery?... Great, can I get one large plain cheese pizza and one large barbecue chicken pizza?... Yes, the address is 266 High Street and it’s for a (Y/N) (Y/L/N)… Okay, thank you. Have a nice day.” You continued.

You hung up the phone and placed it back down on the counter. You walked over to the supply closet in the hallway, opened the door, and picked out the first bottle of body wash that caught your eye. You closed the door and headed to the bathroom.

“Colin, I’m coming in!” you stated before stepping into the steamy bathroom, shielding your eyes from any unwanted sight.

“Here!” you said, holding the bottle out whilst facing away from the curtain.

All of the sudden, a strong arm pulled you into them. At first, you were confused at what was going on until you realized something.

Colin was kissing you. Naked. And wet.

You immediately pushed him off of you.

“Colin, what the fuck?!” you remarked.

“(Y/N), I know you like me. Stop acting like you don’t…” he answered.

You stood there in disbelief. Did he really just kiss me? And admit that he knew I liked him? You stared at him with a look of incredulity for a while before anything. Colin maintained his gaze on you until you took the two short steps towards him and enclosed his lips with a passionate kiss.

You pushed him back into the shower and ran your fingers into his wet hair as you feverishly kissed each other. Discarded clothes were tossed onto the floor of the bathroom as your bodies became glued to each other.

Colin moved from your lips and continued his kisses down your jaw and onto the sweet, sensitive spot on your neck. You moaned softly and felt him smirk against your skin as he moved slowly and painfully down your body. Your hips jerked towards him in response to his delicate kisses on each of your hips.

“Not yet, darling,” he smirked.

His mouth edged closer and closer to where you needed him most, but he refused to give you immediate satisfaction. Colin began to kiss your inner thighs and everywhere around your heat, except for where you actually wanted him to.

You whined when he kissed right above your heat, which only resulted in a ‘shush’ from him.

He slowly licked a long stripe up your folds and swirled it around your clit. Your body jerked forward in response and you had to balance yourself on his shoulder as he took your left leg and placed over his other shoulder.

His tongue worked on you as he moaned slightly into you. You gripped his hair and guided him to where you needed him most. He began his attack on your clit, causing your legs to uncontrollably shake. He gripped your legs tighter to keep you from entirely collapsing when he, all of the sudden, decided to insert a finger. It caught you by surprise, but the lust-filled look on his face when he caught you moaning from it was priceless.

He moved his long digit in and out of you and slowly inserted a second finger, stretching you out. The pressure from the sucking, moaning, and fingering began to build up within you and caused a twisting feeling to occur. The coil within your lower abdomen started to tighten as he relentlessly continued his attack on your heat. It became tighter and tighter until, finally, it snapped.

“Colin!” you moaned as your orgasm hit you like a wave.

You swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your legs shook from the sheer power of his motions on you. He continued his actions to drag out your orgasm and slowly retreated from you when he estimated that you were done. He slowly stood up.

You looked down. Fucking hell he’s huge, you thought while gawking at his sizable dick.

“Do you like what you see, love?” he said sheepishly with a hint of confidence.

“Very much so, love,” you whispered in his ear as you gripped him.

He half-moaned and half-chuckled as you moved your hand up and down his length, teasing him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” he groaned, “but I’ll be damned if I let you take over,” he asserted as he pushed you back up against the shower wall.

He kissed you with a fiery passion and teased you with his length in between your thighs. You returned the kiss with the same fiery passion and ran your hands all over his body. He broke the kiss to look at you for consent and you nodded fervently.

Colin returned to his position from earlier and placed himself in between your thighs. He slowly entered you and carefully gauged your response. You winced slightly, immediately causing him to pull back out.

“I’m sorry, love, are you okay? We don��t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he worriedly said.

“No, Colin, please, I’m fine. Just go again. I can take it,” you replied.

He silently nodded and slowly re-entered you. You felt your walls stretch with a slight burning sensation, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. Colin stopped for a second before he began to move.

A loud moan escaped from you as he slowly thrust in and out of you. He looked up at you with a smirk on his face and continued his thrusting. You grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. He grabbed the same thigh from earlier and placed it on his hip, hitting you in deeper spots than before. You moaned again, earning a strong hand around your neck.

You looked down in confusion at his hand but decided to go along with it.

“Fuck,” Colin muttered to himself as he snapped his hips back and forth, in and out of you.

You felt that familiar coil inside of you begin to tighten again and Colin sensed this. He pulled away from you and placed a hand on the shower wall for balance. He surprisingly moved at a faster pace than before, forcing your orgasm to completely collapse on you. It was stronger than the first one and had you seeing stars.

You tried to moan out his name, but nothing came out. Soon after you finished, his orgasm arrived and he milked it out by continuing his thrusts until it was over.

He pulled out of you and rested his back against the shower wall, chest heaving up and down. You looked at him with a smirk on your face.

“Did we really just do that?” Colin asked.

“Yes, we did,” you laughed. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that, Colin,” you said.

Shortly after that statement, a doorbell rang throughout the house.

“Oh shit, the pizza!” you yelled.

You quickly jumped out of the shower and rushed to put your bathrobe on as you ran down the hallway to answer the front door.

“Pizza delivery for (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” the pizza delivery man questioned.

“Yes, yes, that’s me,” you answered.

You threw the money and tip into his hands before closing the door. You rested your back on the back of the door and released a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“What kind of pizza did you get?” Colin asked, stepping out of the hallway with just a towel lowly hanging around his hips.

“Plain cheese and barbecue chicken,” you responded while walking over to the kitchen counter to place down the pizza boxes.

You both took a seat and grabbed slices from your respective boxes. About 15 minutes after you started eating, you both finished and leaned back in your seats. You and Colin gazed longingly at each other, reminiscing on what had just happened not even an hour ago. One of you stood up and held out a hand.

“Round 2?”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!

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