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the-name-is-z · 5 months

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SKELETONS | ch. 20

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Summary: After escaping the farm, the group panics about where to go, what to do. Rick declares himself their leader and leads them onward in hopes of a safe place and better life. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; discussion of walkers, discussions of political views, surviving out in the woods, discussion of murder/murder conspiracy, killing huge amounts of walkers, near miss with a gun

Chapter 20 - East

It was a few hours down the road before Rick honked the horn and Daryl, now at the head of their frighteningly smaller caravan, pulled to a stop. Everyone got out of the cars and Rick jogged up ahead.

“You out?” Daryl asked, holding the bike steady.

“Running on fumes.” Rick replied.

“We can’t stay here.” Maggie stated.

“We can’t all fit in one car.” Glenn replied.

“We’ll have to make a run for some gas in the morning.” Rick replied, surveying their surroundings.

“Spend the night here?” Carol asked.

“I’m freezing.” Carl shuddered, only in a hoodie. Rick started to take off his jacket, handing it to his son.

“We’ll build a fire, yeah?” Lori asked, rubbing Carl’s arms.

“You go out looking for firewood, stay close.” Daryl instructed. “Only got so many arrows. How you doing on ammo?”

“Not enough.” Rick grumbled.

“We can’t just sit here with our assess hanging out.” Maggie complained, huffing.

“Watch your mouth.” Hershel warned. “Everyone stop panicking and listen to Rick.”

“Alright, we’ll set up a perimeter. In the morning, we’ll find gas and some supplies. We’ll keep pushing on.” Rick decided.

“Glenn and I can go make a run now, try and scrounge up some gas.” Maggie offered.

“No, we stay together.” Rick declined. “God forbid something happens and people get stranded without a car.”

“Rick, we’re stranded now.” Glenn protested.

“I know it looks bad, we’ve all been through hell and worse, but at least we found each other. I wasn’t sure— I really wasn’t— but we did. We’re together. We keep it that way. We’ll find shelter somewhere. There’s gotta be a place.”

“Rick, look around. There’s walkers everywhere. They’re migrating or something.” Glenn murmured.

“There’s gotta be a place, not where we can just hole up, but that we fortify, hunker down, pull ourselves together. Build a life for each other. I know it’s out there, we just have to find it.” Rick said, pacing. They were almost like the words of an inspirational speech, except he was speaking as if the words were the one thing keeping him from happiness.

“Even if we do find a place, we think it’s safe, we can never be sure. For how long?” Maggie asked. “Look what happened with the farm. We fooled ourselves into thinking that that was safe.”

“We won’t make that mistake again.” Hershel said lowly.

“Can we think a little more short-term, please?” Iris asked, looting through her backpack. She pulled out a sweater, handing it to Carol, who was shivering in just a cardigan.

“Thank you.” She breathed, pulling it on.

“Let’s organize some now plans.” Iris suggested, trying to reign in the panic that Rick was evidently facing. Rick nodded, rubbing a hand over his face.

“We’ll make camp tonight, over there, get on the road at the break of day.” He decided, gesturing to the stone ruins of an old water mill. The only parts that remained were a few walls.

“Does this feel right to you?” Carol asked Iris. She paused, pursing her lips.

“What if walkers come through? Or another group like Randall's?” Beth asked.

“You know we found Randall, right? He had turned, but he wasn’t bit.” Daryl said to Rick, brows furrowing in concern.

“How’s that possible?” Beth asked.

“Rick, what the hell happened?” Lori asked.

“Shane killed Randall. Just like he always wanted to.” Daryl guessed.

“And then the herd got him?” Lori asked. Iris stayed quiet, as did Glenn and Daryl. Even if they knew, and they suspected that Shane tried to kill Rick, that wasn’t something the others needed to know. Rick looked at the ground and stayed quiet for a moment.

“We’re all infected.” He said finally. Iris raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Daryl asked.

“At the CDC, Jenner told me. Whatever it is, we all carry it.” He elaborated. Everyone paused, taking in this new information. So, if ever they died, they would turn. Unless their brain was… killed, for lack of a better term, first. Randall broke his neck, so he turned. Shane… they still didn’t know what happened to Shane.

“You never said anything?” Carol asked, frowning.

“Would it have made a difference?” Rick asked.

“The difference is made now, with our opinion of you and how trustworthy you are. You don’t get to decide what information is worth anything to us.” Iris stated. Rick considered this, nodding after a moment.

“You knew this whole time.” Glenn shook his head.

“How could I have known for sure? You saw how crazy that mo—“

“That isn’t your call!” Glenn cut him off, agreeing with Iris. “When I found out about the walkers in the barn, I told, for the good of everyone.”

“Well, I thought it best that people didn’t know.” Rick stated simply. Iris hissed through her teeth, starting her own pacing. She felt trapped. They were stuck here, against the wall, nowhere to go…

Rick walked off to start forming the perimeter, leaving them to do as they liked to make camp. Lori followed after him while Daryl started setting up his crossbow. Iris kept pacing, her thumb nail between her teeth.

They built a fire, made camp. Daryl brought in the most firewood from the woods. Everyone was mostly quiet, speaking in hushed whispers as Rick walked around, patrolling. Iris was perched on top of one of the old stone walls, away from the fire. She didn’t need the warmth. The cold kept her awake.

A twig snapped in the distance and everyone’s hackles raised. They were like a nervous pack of dogs, guns raised as soon as they heard a single noise. Iris lifted herself into a crouch.

“What was that?” Beth asked.

“Could be anything. Could be a raccoon, could be an opossum.” Daryl shrugged, pulling out his crossbow.

“A walker.” Glenn stated tightly.

“Iris?” Daryl asked as Rick stalked back into the camp. She looked out, but couldn’t see anything in their immediate vicinity.

“Nothing.” She replied.

“We need to leave. I mean, what are we waiting for?” Carol asked, her voice shrill with fear.

“Which way?” Glenn asked.

“It came from over there.” Maggie replied, pointing.

“Yeah.” Beth agreed.

“The last thing we need is for everyone to be running off in the dark.” Rick hissed. “We don’t have the vehicles, no one’s travelling on foot—“ He was interrupted by a branch snapping again. Iris shuffled to the edge of the wall, peering out toward the woods.

“Don’t panic.” Hershel whispered.

“I’m not… I’m not sitting here, waiting for another herd to blow through.” Maggie murmured. “We need to move, now.”

“No one is going anywhere.” Rick snapped.

“Not a herd. I’d be able to see it.” Iris said, to hopefully provide some slight comfort. Daryl tossed her a flashlight and she shone it out into the woods.

“Do something.” Carol pleaded.

“I am doing something!” Rick replied. “I’m keeping this group together. Alive. I’ve been doing that all along, no matter what. I didn’t ask for this. I killed my best friend for you people, for Christ’s sake!” And there it was. Iris raised an eyebrow, content with her suspicions confirmed. She knew Shane’d try to kill him again. It wasn’t much of a loss, but everyone stared as he admitted it openly. “You saw what it was like. How he pushed me, how he compromised us. How he threatened us.”

“He threatened to kill Dale. And Rick. In front of me.” Iris added, to Rick’s benefit. He nodded in appreciation.

“He staged the whole Randall thing, led me out to put a bullet in my back.” Rick continued. Carl sobbed and Lori pulled him into her chest. “He gave me no choice! He was my friend, but he came after me. My hands are clean.” He insisted. Iris raised the other eyebrow. No one said anything in response.

“Maybe you people are better off without me. Go ahead. I say there’s a place for us, but maybe it’s just another pipe dream. Maybe I’m fooling myself again. Why don’t you go and find out yourself? Send me a postcard. Go on, there’s the door. You can do better? Let’s see how far you get. No takers? Fine, but let’s get one thing straight. You’re staying, this isn’t a democracy anymore.”

They stared in silence. Faces decorated with fear, anger, resentment. Of course they couldn’t survive without him, but this… none of them wanted this. Iris sucked on a tooth, turning back to the woods. She could survive on her own. She had survived on her own.

But she wouldn’t leave these people, these people that took her in. They were all she had left now. She couldn’t leave them to Rick. Hopefully not all of them took it too seriously. The people were the ones who overpowered Caesar, after all. Rick could exert his alpha male bullshit over them all he wanted, but what power did he have over them, really? The audacity to stand up and say so, she supposed. But that was all.

It was seven months later. They spent the winter hardening themselves to the world, honing survival skills. They moved better as a group now, but it was rough. They were starving. There were a few notable differences otherwise. Carl’s hair was longer, he was older. Frighteningly so, actually. He often accompanied them on runs or raiding abandoned houses. He could handle himself well, Iris thought.

Daryl’s hair would have been longer, had he not regularly shorn it off with a razor blade. Iris imagined that was how he’d always cut his hair, choppy and uneven. But, it was definitely Daryl. Glenn got beefier, well, they all did with the amount of cardio and manual labour they did in a day. He’d even shown the beginnings of a small moustache. Hershel had grown a thick beard, and Lori had grown the majority of another human. She was pretty big by now.

Rick led the way as they broke into an old house, the silencer on the end of his pistol doing wonders for clearing walkers quickly and quietly. T-Dog and Daryl followed behind, taking out a few remaining walkers before Iris and Carl came in to help clear the rest of the house.

The summer heat was sweltering, and Iris was glad for the pair of coveralls she donned most days. They were from the old garage, the name Tony embroidered in a patch above the breast pocket, and the gang logo patched on the opposite arm. Tony was a ‘cousin’, in that they both grew up under the gang, their fathers ‘brothers’ by oath. He’d died the second day in, saving Felix from a walker in an old pharmacy.

She wore his coveralls with pride, finding the top half easy to take on and off, tying the arms around her waist when it got too hot, as it was now. The house was mostly empty, clearly having been ransacked before. She followed Daryl upstairs, checking out a few empty rooms before Daryl came out of one holding a dead owl. She raised an eyebrow, following him downstairs as the group filtered into the house for the night.

He sat himself down, pulling feathers off of the bird. Carl found a couple cans, opening them with a can opener he’d found in his pocket, but when Rick picked one up, seeing the dog on the label, he threw it into the fireplace in anger.

T-Dog hissed quietly, jerking his head to the window. A small herd, catching up with them. They’d have to move on. They moved quickly out of the house, possessions dwindled more than they had before, enough that they could run easily if they needed to. Everything was tossed back into the cars and they pulled out, Daryl taking the lead on the bike.

They pulled to a stop on a side road, everyone getting out methodically. Iris rolled out the road map on the hood of the SUV. Markings in red across the state, placed they’d been, places they could go. Herds they’d seen and escaped. Most of it was crossed off with angry red X’s.

“We’ve got no place else to go.” T-Dog announced, examining the map.

“When this herd meets up with this one, we’ll be cut off.” Maggie pointed. “We’ll never make it south.”

“What would you say? That was about 150 head?” Daryl asked.

“That was last week. It could be twice that by now.” Glenn replied.

“This river could have delayed them. If we move fast, we might have a shot to tear right through there.” Hershel argued.

“Yeah, but if this group joins with that one, they could spill out this way.” T-Dog replied.

“So we’re blocked.” Maggie murmured.

“Only thing to do is double back at twenty-seven and swing toward Greenville.” Rick suggested.

“Yeah, we picked through that already.” T-Dog frowned. “It’s like we spent the winter going in circles.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. At Newnan we’ll push west. Haven’t been through there yet. We can’t keep going house to house. Need to find someplace to hole up for a few weeks.”

“Alright. Is it cool if we head to the creek before we head out? Won’t take long.” T-Dog asked. “We gotta fill up on water. We can boil it later.”

“Knock yourselves out.” Rick replied.

“Hey.” Daryl called. “While the others go wash their panties, we should go hunt. That owl didn’t exactly hit the spot.” He nodded to Iris and she grabbed her knives, slinging the belt around her shoulder. Rick followed her and Daryl into the forest, walking along a set of train tracks. They made it about a quarter mile before the trees spread, revealing the remains of a prison compound. It was completely overrun, the field flooded with the dead.

“That’s a shame.” Daryl murmured. They stopped overlooking the fences, guard towers. Iris looked to Rick, who had a telltale expression on his face. She turned to Daryl, who was watching her.

“We could clear it.” She said quietly. “We could.” One of the blocks had a fire inside, the soot spreading up the walls from the windows on the outside, but it could definitely work.

They gathered the others, bringing them to the prison. They took out a few walkers on the way while Rick cut into the chain link fence with a pair of bolt cutters. They slipped through, closing the hole in the fence with some spare wire. They could run around the compound now, safely in between the two fences. They jogged around to the front gates, where they could get in without cutting any more holes.

“It’s perfect.” Rick murmured. He pointed to the gate from the yard into the compound. “If we can shut that gate, prevent more from filling the yard, we can pick off these walkers. We’ll take the field by tonight.”

“So how do we shut the gate?” Hershel asked.

“What, no volunteers?” Iris joked. “I’ll go. Just cover me.”

“You sure?” Rick asked slowly. Iris shrugged, but he took that as a yes. “Alright. Glenn, Maggie and Beth, draw as many as you can over there. Pop ‘em through the fence. Daryl, go back to the other tower. Carol, you’ve become a pretty good shot. Take your time, we don’t have a lot of ammo to waste. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower. I’ll cover Iris from here.”

“We match.” Iris murmured, trying to psych herself up to go. She stretched a little bit, preparing to run. Rick turned to her in question. “The prisoners and I. We match.” She repeated, pointing to their blue coveralls and her own, still tied around her waist. Rick gave her a bemused but concerned look, and she waved him off. Glenn handed her two large carabiners that were connected by a chain. They’d been using it so far to close off other fences, so how different could this be?

"Ready?” Rick asked, gripping the chain gate. Iris nodded and he wheeled it open. She took off, ducking behind the tipped prison bus before making a run for it. She took out a few walkers on the way, feeling relatively safe as the others brought down the ones around her. Even when an arrow whizzed right past her head and into a walker behind her. Daryl had the best aim she’d ever seen. The only way she’d mess up is if she did it herself.

Or, so she thought. A bullet pinged into the ground at her feet as she skidded to a stop, dust and gravel blowing up around her. She looked up, wide eyed, at Carol.

“Sorry!” Carol called. Iris huffed, jogging up to the gate, kicking a walker out of the way as she wheeled it shut, clipping it in place. She shot her way into the guard tower right by the gate, closing it shut firmly behind her.

“Light it up!” Daryl called. Those on the outside rained fire down on the field, and Iris quickly joined them as she climbed up the ladder. Rick looked particularly pleased with himself as the undead numbers dwindled, and the last of them hit the ground. There was a beat of silence as they all beheld the field of dead walkers.

“Woo!” Iris cheered, grinning wide. This was a big win for them. She pumped her fist before running back down the guard tower, flinging open the door and running out into the field. She laughed as the others filtered in, equally large grins on all their faces.

“We haven’t had this much space since we left the farm!” Carol cheered, running into the field. Carl followed after her, laughing.

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bigdsgirl · 6 months

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Live thoughts of Doctor Slump Finale

Because I don't I have the capacity to do anything else

If you open the cut and go "damn heidi chill", here is a summary of my reaction:

Warning: this will not be coherent. :)

THEY MAKING ALCOHOL TOGETHER! He wants to celebrate every moment with her!!! I am in LOVE!!!

HE MADE HIS OWN NOODLES!!!! Ba-da!! I am so proud of you!!!!

Lol Jeong woo, you know how to be too honest

omg y'all reliving the magical evening - same girlies, same

Ba-da's first PAYYYYYYYYYYYCHECK!!!! Proud of our lil worm <3

he wants to buy her meat!!!!!! stop!!!! as an elder sister, this is a MOMENT! and the photoshoot is everything. a plus.

boy time boy time! these two crack me up. truly besties forever

let's fight! fight to the death! ah yes, never change

I've been watching too much dune, that's all I could think about when I saw the patient

look at our girl! being a supportive professor <3

thoughtful boyfriend (husband of my heart)

oh no this man thinks she is gonna say yes

the HAIR FLIP I LOVE HIM!

oh wait wait wait so what was she gonna say if she found out about the US stuff AFTER talking about their date!!!

he is so babygirl <3 my PRINCESS i luv him

the honesty about his nerves! let's communicate!

SO SHE WAS GONNA SAY YES AJGKFLGDJALKGJd

oh fuck that's an amazing opportunity - she's gotta do it! she's gotta!

I want you to always follow your heart - I am deceased they are so amazing together

most mature drama (in the best fucking way ugh this makes me so happy)

and I know he is still stressed and freaking, but that his first move is to make sure she goes! gah!

LOL the VASE! THE STEAK! this man is dying a bit inside

he was made for this role, his monologues kill me! every time!

the worming on the bed LOOOOL

bestie cheer jeong-woo up! right! now! <3

the leave and let me be in the elevator and Dr. Bin's response -- i am in stitches!!

LETS FREAKING GO HONG RAN!! Baddie of the century!!! fuck yeah! the wink agjdlkfgjalkdfg

wait! girly! please! don't resign! where you going I love you putting Dr. Bin in his place! wait never mind she wants to travel, I support this <3

I am leaving to pursue my happiness! that's RIGHT!

sad puppy jeong-woo is everything to me. i just wanna squish his cheeeeeks!

oh the perfect words, just what he needed to hear.

these two are just giving me cavities LEFT AND RIGHT!!!!

they are so supportive of each other! they talk it out! they love each other! i LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

my dramatic prince - omfg they are sobbing together already lkajfgaldk;fgjadfklgj

oh wait they TOOK BACK THE OFFER???? oh wait that did not go where I thought it would.

oh girl you gotta blurt it out. TELL HIM NOW.

Jeong-woo is a water sign right ? as a big three triple water sign, he's GOTTA BE!

THE PARTY JAKLDFJGLKAF - this is gonna be hilarious. i love the flower on uncle's head hehehehe

the sad singing oh my god this is so funny

wait he SAW! omg! what! and the dramatics, silly gooses

I am so glad she advocated for herself - even if she didn't go her way and she was just expressing her frustration.

god they have grown so much, it's so beautiful to see

he took classes! my beloveds!

oh she's taking the test! and it's improved! oh I am so happy for her. what a beautiful journey we have been on together.

i love the message that getting better is not being happy again, it's about building strength and confidence that you can step through the difficult moments

oh Dr. Bin, don't dig yourself into a hole ya dumb dumb (love you though)

mother son bonding! love this

I am going to miss Ha-neul's mom so much. she is such a beautiful soul. 😭😭😭😭

I was wondering when my Kopiko ad placement would arrive, and A+ work

Hong-ran please, I can't take this romantic speech now. I am weak.

omg! Jeong-woo is opening his own clinic! omg HE TOLD HIM TO GO! I adore you sir.

these two have my heart.

FANCY CAR FOR MY FANCY MAN! Love it and him. ooooooooo sir you look fab in the fancy suit. bahaha, i love the switch to reality and how much happier he is! <;3

oh my, what a gorgeous clinic (working at a FQHC, our clinics so different lol)

WAIT WHO IS THIS GIRL???????????????????? omg. omg uncle get the girl let's freaking GO. wait. wait. oh my fucking god he opened this for HER? someone hold me, I am going to faint.

the little wave at her husband's grave, I am unwell.

Dr. Bin -- i'm sorry but oh my god what are you doing. his daughter just staring at him, i love it.

oh my god the photo of the four of them on her desk!!!! *screaming*

is the anesthesiologist gonna be a private detective?

aw man, he's gonna go work for our king jeong-woo, still dope tho.

WELL GO SEE THE SUNRISE NOW YA CUTIES!

*sobs at all these beautiful moments*

Jeong-woo, you are a better man than I, I would be spitting on that grave : )

what a gorgeous sunrise, what gorgeous beans!

WEDDING PHOTOSHOOT IS NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!! JGKLDAGFJDLAKFGJ

he's so excited to get his answer i love them

running on the beach??? bye. I will be dying now from all this love.

oh my god the photoshoot at all the spots important to them AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

in conclusion: i love them and i adore this drama.

#kdrama #doctor slump #WHYYYYYYYYYYY MUST IT BE OVER #my joy #ugh i love them #yeo jeong woo #nam ha neul #bin dae young #lee hong ran #heidi watches doctor slump #heidi watches

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jarondont · 9 months

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Live (sorta) reaction to episode 1 and 2 of PJO

SPOILER ALERT

Episode 1

HE SAID THE LINEEEEEEEE

MYTHOMAGIC CARDS?!?!

Lol "shoving her into the nearest dumpster" and the grin afterwards

Yaaaaaaaa buddy it's Riptide

DANG Ms. Dodds's transformation was smooth

UNCLE RICK IS THAT YOU

Grover you did not just do that to him 😭 please you're his only friend

um what happened to the fates

THE BLUE FOOD

DI ANGELO'S SANDWICH?!?!

Omg the fact that Sally was crying before Percy woke up. Someone give them both a big hug

"You fell in love with God? Like- like- like, Jesus?" he's so Percy I can't

"Maybe something is seriously broken" PERCY PLEASE WE LOVE YOU

"Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?" lol

Sally telling Grover to protect Percy I'm going to cry

I AM SOBBING. Sally's little speech omg "you are not broken"

NO SALLYYYYY I knew this was coming and still was NOT prepared

Brooooooooo the Minotaur fight scene was epic

ANNABETH MY GIRL

Episode 2

SHE SAID THE LINEEEEEEEEEEE

Percy looks so sad :(((

"PeTEr JOhnSoN IS HeRe" I'm dyingggg

"Your Highness" lol

"son" I'm loving this convo

"You're a horse" XD

GROVER IS PRECIOUS AHHH

"Even now, he still wants nothing to do with me. What am I even doing here? There's no place for me here" STOP.

Lukeeeee

What the frick- is that Juniper?!?! OMG THE COUNCIL OF CLOVEN ELDERS?!?!?!

"No one is gonna tell him anything" pjo in a nutshell

Yo it's Clarisseeeee

Luke is so nice to Percy. This is gonna hurt

"You can't force the gods to do anything" WATCH HIM

"Is there a Greek god of disappointment? Maybe someone should ask him if he's missing a kid" Percy my boy please we love you. I said it before and I'll say it again.

"They like the smell of BEGGING" facts

AHHHHHH HE'S PRAYING TO HIS MOM WITH BLUE FOOD I CAN'T (I mean she's better than like all the gods combined so justified)

"I've made some friends here" TALKING ABOUT LUKE- Percy just you wait :(

"He doesn't get to ignore you" #mama's boy (we love him for that though)

SUPREME LORD OF THE BATHROOM, BABY!!!

THE PERCY AND ANNABETH CONVO I'M DYING I'M DEAD

"She's my little sister" :(((((((((((((((((

So I was pronouncing Thalia's name correctly

"Not you, sunshine" EEEEEEEEEEE

Lol Percy and Annabeth are so passive-aggressive towards each other I love it

THE FLOSSING I CAN'T

THE CLAIMING SCENE THAT WAS AWESOME

"I am Sally Jackson's son" LET'S FREAKING GOOOOO

Anyways this was AWESOME and now I gotta wait another week :(

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easypeasylindyvesey · 4 months

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APRIL 2027- PART 21

The elevator doors open and we make our way out and into the lobby, looking for the doors. We’re met with the chilly morning air. I should be lucky that I decided to wear something somewhat warm. We find our Uber parallel parked right in front of the hotel. The driver lifts the trunk for us to store our suitcases. I shut it and both of us make our way into the backseat.

I take a few seconds to observe our driver. He’s a man, of course, with brunette hair and scruffy facial hair. He’s wearing a baseball cap and is evidently enjoying the music playing on the radio. He looks at the rear-view mirror and smiles. “Morning,” he says. “I’m Ryan. Where to?”

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport, please,” Jimmy requests, as he buckles his seatbelt into place.

“You got it,” the driver says. “If there’s any pit stops I gotta make, just let me know.” He looks over the seat. “You okay, miss?”

I’m zoning out on the seat in front of me. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” I say, reaching my seatbelt over my body.

“Alrighty, then,” Ryan replies. “Buckle up and we’ll be on our way.”

Once I click it, he reverses out of his parking spot, and down through the parking lot, before finding the exit. We merge onto the highway, the hotel occurrences becoming more of an unsettling memory.

I stare out of my window, watching the early morning sky show off to the world. The sun is still low in the sky, but I can focus on the light blue intermingling with the high thin clouds. It’s a pretty sight, I’ll admit. I have never been a morning person by any means, but I guess it’s not so bad when you have a nice view.

I side-eye my way toward Jimmy. He’s on his phone, doing I-don’t-know what because I can’t get a good look. He’s probably texting Lavi about how I’ve been quiet for a little bit, and oh, should I be worried? Should I try to talk to her? God, why does he feel the need to feel like he has to fix everything?

I lean my head back on the seat and shut my eyes, listening to the tires drive on the road and the sound of the music coming through the back speakers. It makes me relax. I feel as if I’m being transported into another universe, where it’s calmer and nothing has changed and the people that I love love me back. Well, at least I can confirm two of those things were true.

I hold onto my purse for dear life, feeling the bulges and bumps. I can feel the outline of my wallet, my phone, hand sanitizer, pen.

Pen.

The pen I wrote my speech with.

The speech I forgot for the funeral.

The same speech I forgot in the nightstand drawer.

The same speech I forgot to put in my suitcase.

This can’t be some sort of sign, can it? Leaving everything here and letting it go once we get back? I don’t know if I can fathom that. It’s not like I would take that well. I guess it was a blessing in disguise.

I take my hands and separate my fingers from each other, stretching them out, as a way to silently express my frustration. I don’t want to talk right now. Hell, I don’t think I should ever talk again. It’s not the end of the world, Abby. We’ve already reached that.

My eyes slowly squint open when I see the sun has started to rise, absolutely blinding me through the cracks of the front passenger seat. Guess I won’t be able to fall back into my previous state now.

We’re still on the highway, it looks like, as I concentrate on the Uber driver. I silently thank him for not being a huge talker. I’ve never been a fan of people who constantly suck the daylights out of you by continuously running their mouth. I get if they’re talking about something they’re passionate about; that’s one thing. On the other hand, if it’s constant bitching and moaning about the same old thing, I’m immediately over it. Of course, no one wants to be brave and tell them to be quiet because we want to avoid hurting their feelings, but a good reality check isn’t always the worst idea. Just like what Jim got.

I can feel him looking at me. I focus on the rising of the sun. It hurts my eyes, but it’s a better distraction than having to look into his. The silence is somewhat comfortable, but it’s giving the idea of the person that opens their mouth will regret it. And it’s sure as hell not going to be me.

“I forgot to ask this, but what brought you folks to Minnesota?” Ryan pipes up from the driver’s seat. “It’s a beautiful state to be in this time of year.”

“We, uh, we attended a funeral,” Jimmy says, his voice doing a good job at conveying the dissatisfaction with having to say that sentence out loud.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ryan replies. “DId you know the person well?”

“We did,” Jimmy responds back. “He was, uh, he was a very important person in our lives.”

Very important? He was everything.

“At least you got to offer your condolences. I’m sure he was happy both of you showed up.”

I mean, I’d be happier if he was riding along in the car with us right now, but okay.

“Yeah, we, uh, we could definitely feel that he was in the room with us,” Jimmy admits. “His family lives here, so that’s why they decided to hold the services in a different state.”

“Where you folks from?”

“I’m uh, I’m from Boston, and she’s from Long Island. We both live in Manhattan right now. We’re taking a flight back to the city.”

“Hey, both of you share those East Coast roots!” Ryan realizes. “I gotta tell you, some East Coasters are so, so nice, and some of them can be incredibly nasty. I’ve driven a lot of people from there, and you could just tell by their demeanor if they were up for a conversation or didn’t want to be bothered. Y’all are quiet, but definitely on the nice list. Now, I understand the quiet given the circumstances. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” Jimmy replies.

The car falls quiet again. There’s no perfect way to deter the topic of conversation after mentioning death. I’m not pouring out my heart and soul to some stranger who just happens to share his name.

We seem to be halfway through our drive already. I’m becoming more eager to get on this plane. I just need to go home. Should I even consider the apartment home yet? It still feels a little unfamiliar to me. I’ve adjusted to my room and the living space, but the only vast difference is that there’s someone in the next room. My privacy has been limited in so many ways. So far, he’s not doing a good job at maintaining it. Of course, it’s too early to confront him, both literally and logically, but he better take the hint soon. Or maybe he already has and I just don’t know it.

I close my eyes again and listen to the music buzzing in the background. The chilly morning air starts to infiltrate its way through the car, making me shiver.

“You cold?” Jimmy asks.

I stare straight at the passenger seat in front of me. “No.”

“Do you want my jacket?”

“I literally just said I’m fine,” I hiss.

“Alright, then,” he remarks. “Suit yourself.”

I roll my eyes, biting my lip to prevent myself from saying something I might regret. There’s already a good amount of stuff that I wish I never did with him right there.

After what feels like an infinite amount of time, we finally merge off the highway and take the exit to the airport. I’m so close to unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door while the car’s still moving. Hell, if an Uber can’t get there quick enough, I think walking would serve as a more advantageous alternative. Sure, the car would chase after me, but at least he wasn’t going to follow me around like he always does. Even being trapped in the backseat with him makes me feel confined and unable to get my own space. I thought he, out of all people, would understand that. We didn’t have to take the flight to Minnesota together. We didn’t have to share a hotel room. We didn’t have to share an Uber. I didn’t even need to call him.

But I did. I guess this is what I get in return.

Of course, life can never continuously be kind to us, because the road leading up to the airport entrance is at a complete deadlock. I check my phone. It’s 7:20. The flight’s not until 8:30, but they tend to start boarding around half an hour beforehand. God knows how long when, or if, we’ll move at all.

I can see the faintest image of the runway peaking out from behind the airport. There’s a plane sitting there, perhaps getting ready to take off. It’s in that moment when I realize that I am probably never going to come back here with intent ever again. I guess you could count me visiting his family if I so wish, but what’s the point of doing that when he’s not even there?

I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for a $20, reaching forward and dropping it in the front cup holder. “Thank you,” I elicit, and open my door, shutting it before I even get to hear a response. The trunk pops open and I reach for my suitcases, motioning over to the sidewalk and beginning my journey inside.

There’s the sound of another car door shutting. “Abb!” a familiar voice yells. “Where are you going?”

“Can’t fucking sit in there forever!” I yell back. “If we miss the flight, then, oh, well. We saw that coming.”

“The traffic will move! You gotta be patient!”

“I don’t have any more patience left in me! Either sit there or get your ass up and walk! I really don’t care!”

I respond to him without even looking back. I’m surprised he could hear me all the way from back there. Heck, I’m surprised I could even hear him. It was more of a shout than a yell. I do know there will be a time in the future where he will yell and it will sure scare the hell out of me.

There’s another sound of the trunk shutting. Of course. I mean, what were the odds, right?

I cherish this time without him by my side to finally breathe. I can walk into that airport and feel as if I’ve been traveling alone, like I’m embarking on a solo expedition around the country. I can walk in there and for a few moments, no one will recognize me or know my name. Maybe I should hide in the bathroom so that he doesn’t come and find me. However, he’ll probably be able to pick up on the fact that I’m purposefully avoiding him. One thing’s for certain: I want him to be done asking me questions. I don’t have the answers.

It looks to be a blessing in disguise when I walk through those double doors because there’s not as many people as I would’ve thought. I guess I got lucky in terms of flight time. Yeah, you can thank me for scheduling it in the early part of the day. I didn’t want to stay here any longer than I needed to. Of course, Jimmy would think that’s ‘rushing.’ I call it ‘logical reasoning.’

I approach the TSA line and scan my ticket while letting my suitcases run through security before they make their way to the baggage claim. I receive a card with my gate number and walk over to baggage claim, watching the suitcases spin round and round on the conveyor belt. I look around and see all of these strangers making their way through. Isn’t it weird to think that everyone you see at an airport is here for a different reason? Some people might be going on vacation, others are studying abroad. Heck, there’s a 1% chance someone had to watch their loved ones be laid to rest. Oh wait, that’s me.

Still waiting, feeling a little bit annoyed, because really, how long does it take for bags to go through baggage claim? When we travel to away games, we take a private flight immediately to the nearest airport and go straight to the hotel. We don’t get our bags checked. Of course, that would take too much time, and we’d be stuck there longer than we need to be. This is one of the times where I don’t get that luxury. But hey, curiosity killed the cat, right?

I hear the faintest footsteps approach from behind me. I already know it’s him, I don’t even need to look. I keep my eyes on the baggage claim. I’m starting to think it destroyed my suitcases because where the hell are they?

“Just wanted to say you took my things out of the trunk,” Jimmy pipes up. It’s quiet, but he gets his point across.

Oh. That’s why.

He steps out into my peripheral vision and grabs two navy blue suitcases with the manufacturing logo ingrained at the top. “Your stuff’s just about to make its way around.”

I give him a quick nod. “Sorry.” Even I feel brave for mentioning that five letter word I don’t even seem to believe.

“No worries,” he replies. “It was an accident.”

Was it, though?

“You wanna get breakfast real quick before we board?” he asks.

I ponder the idea of having to spend another meal with him. I ponder another idea of starving for the next 2 and a half hours in the air, where I’d have to resort to crappy airline food. Then again, airport food isn’t even much better.

“Yeah,” I mutter, finally seeing my belongings make their way to the front and reaching out to grab them. I lift the handles and roll the suitcases down the airport floor, looking like a lost puppy trying to find its way home. I look further down and notice a Starbucks located in its own little area. Bingo.

Surprisingly, there’s not a long wait. I order a spinach, feta, and egg white wrap with a grande cold brew with cream, and Jimmy’s sticking to his Boston roots with a plain bagel and grande black coffee. With nothing else. No cream, no sugar, no espresso shot, no cold foam. Damn, he really is bland with his food and drink choices as he is with his nonstop presence.

We find a table to sit at and quickly munch on our overpriced breakfast. Not much conversation ensues, but that’s not necessarily an uncommon factor. I can tell that if he attempts to start something with me, he’ll be met with an attitude, or straight-up ignored. You’d think he’d know better.

“Oh, uh, just to let you know, we’re taking a commercial flight back to the city, so we’re gonna be with other passengers,” he pipes up after sipping his coffee. “Also, there’s not enough space for the entire team to take just one flight, so there’s gonna be two. Both are scheduled for 8:30. So if you don’t see everyone right away, then that’s why.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You comin with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I come with you?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

I don’t answer.

“Abb?”

I don’t answer again.

“Do you actually want me to take the other flight? If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me. You gotta tell me, though.”

My brain wants to say yes, but my heart’s telling me no.

“You can stay with me,” I let out. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Jim, I’m sure.”

“I mean, if you really-”

“Just don’t piss me off and we’ll be fine.”

“Haven’t I done that already?”

I look up at him. His lips are moist from his coffee. His eyes tell me that he was sincere when he asked that. Crap. He actually meant that.

I guess I don’t need to answer for the third time. Maybe he’s not as oblivious as I make him out to be.

We finish our breakfast and make our way to our gate. We wait in line until we make our way outside and onto the plane. I find my seat and store my purse in the overhead compartment. I expect Jimmy to move in right next to me, but instead, he shuffles into the row behind him, occupying the middle seat. Is that the seat he was assigned on the plane? Did he purchase that one on his own? I thought it was paid as a group flight.

And then I remember that it was.

And then I remember again that there are no assigned seating arrangements on a group flight.

I would totally thank him right now, but my space is taken up by Goody and Braden, who take the seats on my left. We exchange our facial gestures before we sit down. I see Vinny and Jacob surround Jimmy. A little more room to breathe is nice. Of course, it can’t last forever.

I turn my body to face them. “How are you?” I start the conversation.

“Good,” Braden says. “Tired, but good.”

“What did you think of everything?”

Braden opens his mouth again. “I thought it was nice. They really did a great job organizing everything. I mean, yeah, it’s obviously very sad, but it was a good way to honor him.”

“You got that right,” I agree.

“Yeah, you had a great speech, Abb,” Goody chimes in. “It really came from the heart. We all knew that when it came to you, we wouldn’t have thought to find it anywhere else. Truly, it was one that you could tell everyone had to listen to. They’d see it as one of the most important ones.”

I smile. “I mean, I don’t know if it was the most important one, but I’ll take it. Thanks.”

“Of course. How are you holding up?”

I shrug. “Well, I’m still here. That should count for something.”

“Are you okay? You know, after what happened last night?”

Oh my fucking God.

I play dumb. “What, uh, what happened last night?”

“Oh, sorry, I, uh, I meant to say earlier this morning. Jimmy told us you woke up panicking, like screaming for help and stuff. I wasn’t sure if he told you that he told us. I wanted to wait until I saw you to ask if you were okay in case you didn’t know.”

I didn’t.

I’m gonna fucking kill him.

“I’m fine,” I say with my voice lowered so that he doesn’t hear me. “Just a one time thing. That’s all.”

“I know you see Jim on a regular basis, but if you ever want to talk to us about anything if you don’t feel like opening up to him, you know we’re always here.” Goody gives me a sympathetic look. I can see it in his eyes.

“I know,” I remind him. “Thank you.”

“He’s not busting your balls, is he?”

“More like imploding them, but same equivalent.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

“You seriously didn’t pick up on that?”

Goody laughs. “No, I did not. You still got that sense of humor.”

I playfully roll my eyes. “I learned it from the best.”

Oh, what a good thing he didn’t pick up on it. Because it’s a lie.

The sound of an intercom makes its way across the plane. It makes announcements about safety procedures and basic rules before the voice tells everyone we’re about to take off. I stare down at my shoes, dangling my feet on the floor of the plane. My heart rate is a little elevated, but steady. When I first joined the team, I had so much anxiety about away games because we’d have to board a plane and be stuck on there for God knows how many hours. I was only on a plane twice in my life as a kid, so I was incredibly nervous about the long flights. Luckily, it got easier with time. It was also easy when your boyfriend would distract you with cards and conversation. I will say that one of my favorite parts about pregame flights is playing UNO with some of the guys. Not to brag, but most times, I reign victorious, even if we’ve played for 7 rounds. Everyone thinks I’m cheating, and I swear that I’m not, but they seem to think that I have a trick up my sleeve. I do have a trick: it’s called luck. As for postgame flights, everyone is completely exhausted, so the majority of the team sleeps or quietly plays cards. I’d use Ryan’s shoulder as a pillow, which I felt bad about because he wouldn’t have been able to move, but I wonder what I’m gonna do now once preseason rolls around. Maybe I’ll have to buy my own.

As the plane ascends into the air and off the ground, leaving Minnesota, I clench my hands on the armrests. Of course, I’m extremely sad, but I have to remind myself that he can rest now. He is free from any harm, any danger, any uncertainty about the future. According to my “dream,” he wasn’t free from it at all. It’s just my mind distracting me from the actual reality that is even more extreme and consequential than I thought it would’ve ever been. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ll see you later. I love you.

#fictional jimmy vesey

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royalhouseofcarrington · 1 year

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Lord Nicodemo and Mr. William Samson's Wedding Rehearsal

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Ben cracked the back of his neck as he approached the bar. “Budweiser please.” He said to the bartender. The bartender nodded. “Coming right up.” Ben almost missed the person approaching him from behind as the bartender handed him the beer. “Here you go.” Ben nodded his head, said “Thanks,” and nearly jumped a foot in the air when the person next to him spoke. “Do you have wine that’s kosher?” Ivan asked politely to the bartender. “We should have some in the back, lemme check.” Ivan gave the bartender a slight smile as she disappeared. “Okay, thank you.” Ben took a sip of his beer before he dared to speak. “Nervous for tomorrow?” He asked. Ivan’s shoulders seemed to tighten and then relax. “Yes, but no?” He laughed slightly. “I don’t have to give a speech, which I guess is nice. You?”

Ben shrugged as he took another sip. “Same here. Not really a wedding person though. I’d be happy with an elopement and then a party afterwards.” Ben paused. Had he shared too much? Had he overshared again? He barely registered Ivan nodding in agreement as the bartender approached them again. “Same. Also, more cost efficient.” Ben opened his mouth to speak but before any sound could come out, the bartender came over. Ben had honestly forgotten she was there. She and Ivan spoke for a moment about the wines that they had and quickly, almost alarmingly quickly, Ivan was turning back to face him. Was it hot in here? Ben felt like he was on fire. He laughed nervously. “Can’t wait to tell my mom that when the time comes. ‘Hey Mom, I’m eloping!’ That’ll go over well.” Ivan laughed and Ben felt himself get hotter. Oh fudge. “If I ever get married, my dad is never finding out. Not from me anyway.” Ivan shrugged and took a sip from his wine. Ben tried to think. He and Ivan hadn’t really spent a whole lot of time together when Ben was younger, he was much closer in age (and closer) to Luca than Ivan, but he knew that their father was not unlike his own father. “You’re not sure if you do want to?” Ben asked. Why had he said that? Why on EARTH had he said that? Ivan shrugged and took another sip. “I do want to, but it’s a matter of finding the right guy.” Ben looked down at his own beer. “Yeah. I feel that.”

There was an awkward silence between them for a minute and Ben wondered if Ivan would leave him to let Ben die of embarrassment in the bathroom when he spoke again. “Luca’s okay.” Ben looked up at him in surprise. “I didn’t-” Ivan shrugged. “I know that you two were… close.” If Ben wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. Thank the gods his sisters weren’t here. “Nathaniel gave me a message from him to me through my sister. I’m glad he’s okay.” He said finally. Ivan bit his lower lip. “I can’t get him out right now.” He said after a moment. “Once I do, you two can-” Ben cut him off. “I’ve moved on. Mostly, anyway.” It was true, he had, in most senses of the phrase. “You’ve got a boyfriend?” Ivan seemed surprised. Maybe even a little bit disappointed. Ben shook his head, trying to ignore the expression on Ivan’s face. “No, no.” He said with a small laugh. “Wish I did, but alas. I’m probably one of the only ones here tonight without a date.” Ben gestured to the rest of the group that was present for the rehearsal through the door, his eyes landing on his cousins: Tom standing by his wife, keeping a watchful eye on his kids as they danced around their uncle, and Gia, on the dance floor with her own husband, trying to prevent their daughter from hitting anyone as they spun in circles.

Ivan nodded with understanding, feeling slightly relieved. “You and me both.” He admitted bashfully. “But I’ve gotta find one before my brother’s graduation.” Ben looked at him, expression unreadable. “Why?” Ivan made eye contact with the row of bottles behind the bar and tried to avoid looking at Ben. “My dad thinks I’m straight.” He said finally. Fortunately, Ben didn’t push the subject further. Ivan had a suspicion that he was used to pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Ben swirled the remainder of his beer around and they stood in silence for a moment. “What are you going to do after you graduate?” He asked finally and Ivan felt his shoulders unclench. “I’ve got a job lined up at the UoC museum.” He said quickly. Ben nodded. “That’s good.” Ivan smiled slightly in response. “Yeah.”

Ben felt like every inch of him was on fire. His eyes, his ears, his nose, his entire face. Burning. “I should probably be getting back to the… to the party before people start to worry about me.” He announced quickly, purposely avoiding eye contact with Ivan. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ben paused and looked back at Ivan, who was looking at him, but his expression was hard to make out as he spoke. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.” Ben bit his lip and walked out from the bar area before he said something he was definitely going to regret.

#royalfamilyofcarrington #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royal story #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 monarchy #royal sims #royal simblr #sims 4 royal story #sims 4 royal family #sims 4 royalty #sims 4 royal simblr #sims 4 royal legacy #sims 4 royal sims #sims 4 monarchy #sim: Benjamin #sim: Ivan Kafer #I love Ivan so much you don't understand

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tahitiwoke · 2 years

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∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .

THIS IS BREAKING NEWS -- CNN HAS JUST LEARNED THAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES HAS BEEN SHOT IN DALLAS WHILE GIVING A SPEECH ON GUN CONTROL. WE ARE GOING LIVE TO THE SCENE NOW, KATIE, WHAT CAN YOU TELL US?

it's a light morning. he's got a meeting with mary marsh and the family values association - it'll be a waste of time, of course, but why not send the most religious man in the building to tell the pro-life scumbags where to stick their rhetoric? after that, there's lunch with leann and some congress members to discuss policy amendments to the banking bill they're hopeful will pass next week, and then it's basketball with teddy and meech. the afternoon is a little more blocked out but it's fine. nothing out of the ordinary.

some time around mary marsh and al caldwell going toe to toe with each other about what they each deem appropriate responses to the president's comments a few weeks ago regarding roe, phil hears somebody shout in the room next door outside his office. it's muffled and he doesn't catch it all, but he's been bored enough to be listening to anything other than nasally oklahoma derision and -- it sounds like oh my god.

not the sort of oh my god that'd make you think britney had just walked into the building -- it's the oh my god my house burned down sort of voice. it's the oh my god of watching a plane crash. it's the oh my god of a highway pile up. phil doesn't have a television in his office, so he stands while mary is mid-sentence and walks out into the bullpen, buttoning his suit jacket, and it's not even done up by the time he lands eyes on the cnn ticker broadcast.

well, anderson, it seems that the president was standing to address a crowd here in dallas regarding the recent controversial gun control measures the hale administration has been promising, when she was shot in what we believe to be the head and chest. initial reports are pointing towards a lone gunman but there has been no word yet from the white house.

is the president alive, katie, have we had that confirmation?

press secretary christopher brady has yet to issue a statement but given eye witness accounts, yes, anderson, those of us on the ground at dallas believe that president hale is dead.

you sure you don't want me to come with you?

let me miss you for a few days, phillip. leann and christopher will be company enough, and besides, mary marsh will hardly stand to be in the same room with anyone else. i think she might have become rather fond of you.

i'd be fond of her if she didn't run her mouth so fuckin' always.

don't be crass. and don't let caldwell leave without agreeing to denounce those people -- what are they called again?

the righteous lambs of god. what a name, right? like the god they pray to isn't being indicted for tax fraud.

there is a ghost of a touch at his shoulder as she'd bent down to kiss him; her palm against his cheek; a text message he hadn't read yet but had skimmed the alert preview: thinking of you, wish you could've--

and there it is - the same sinking feeling. the bottom drop and lunch catch and the sick, settling around his ribcage that says coulson, get on the phone with the airforce, they gotta borrow danvers for a couple days and need somebody to run the book for them. this cannot be happening again, this can't be real, there has been a mistake and he needs to talk to chris, now, he needs to talk to march and he needs to vomit.

-- phil heaves and will not do it in front of half the fucking white house staff, so he turns on heel and marches back into his office, slamming the door behind him and retches hard into the trash can tucked under his desk. you're gonna lose. it's in your nature. you lack conviction. he shakes his head. loosens his tie, he can't breathe, he can't fucking hear, every point of contact his senses can touch are exploding and with shaking hands, he manages to text chris something short, something quick, starts with work, with the situation room because that will no doubt be exactly where he heads in a moment. c. brady //: is she alive?

it's only seconds before he gets she had a pulse when we got here. and that's enough, for now. it has to be enough.

#halechief #death tw #V || FRIENDS. ROMANS. COUNTRYMEN. ( CAESAR! BRUTUS! )

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feijoaaas · 2 years

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nobody cares about this but i just gotta say it somewhere so i can fucking fall asleep already because it’s 03.22am

i’ve been working like a beast to try and finish off the exams and tasks that must be completed before i can get student loan again, found out monday that i’m missing a meekly 1,5 credits to get my next loan and if i don’t get it in this week then the first cheque of the term is obliterated into thin air never to be seen again, because you have 4 weeks from when the semester starts to accomplish your credits and if you haven’t done it in those four weeks then you don’t get any loan for that period and can’t get any until the week after your grades have been reported

it’s.. it sure is a system but hey some of that money is just free money that i get for being a student and i never have to pay that back so like. obviously i want the free money, along with the loan so i can pay bills and y’know. live a little

these credits are from a class in english that i took last term but i barely passed half the credits and now it’s a race to amend them. which isn’t all that easy because you can’t amend your credits whenever you feel like it, just in the spaces of the re-exam period (which thank god is still ongoing) but even so teachers at uni here usually have a three week grading period. and i have three days. until i can say bye bye to a lot of money.

so up until monday and including half of monday i thought i “just” had to do a 1000 word essay on a short story, THEN i was made aware that i had to do the essay and read two novels and answer questions about those, none of which i’ve read yet. one of them doesn’t even exist in libraries so i’d have to literally purchase it and that’s just not on my agenda right now

realising that i had slim to no chance at being able to manage that, i checked to see if i could finish another task or exam instead, and yes i could do a powerpoint oral presentation on a chosen accent and talk about phonemes and phonetic assimilation and elision and vowels and a brief history of the country and i was uhh fuck but okay. so that’s what i spent monday evening and all of today tuesday doing. i didn’t even have breakfast until 5pm when i was done and had sent the whole thing in for grading

however the person grading that turned out to be another person than who was gonna grade the essay and the novel questions, and that person has been really helpful when i’ve emailed her and told me to let her know when i’d handed in the essay and she’d have a look at it right away. that obviously doesn’t mean i’d get a pass but it’s at least nice to know there are teachers that try to be helpful

the other teacher that i ended up emailing today to explain my situation to (i need to get 1,5 credits by friday ideally, what can i do, i know it’s unreasonable to ask but can i let you know when i’ve submitted the presentation so you can have a look at it asap?) ended up feeling much less forthcoming and even though i finished the presentation and submitted it i’m not entirely sure i’ll get a pass on it. i hope so, but the other classmates had more thorough presentations where they had more examples of all sorts of things, diphthongs and connected speech and h-dropping and consonant phonemes and while i guess my pres was okay, it wasn’t as thorough as some of the others (we had to watch each other’s and give feedback on them).

so at the end of the evening i ended up going back to start on the 1000 word essay even though i realised there’s no way i’ll be able to get it all done, not to mention i have a 700 word essay to be done by thursday for the class i’m currently taking because thats gonna be discussed in a study group with my classmates so it can’t be a rough draft, it has to be actually finished

but then i remembered. the teacher who was forthcoming told me already a month ago when i brought it up that i needed to amend my credits, that i could do an oral presentation for more credits than what i’m currently lacking

and that presentation is different to the one i finished today, which actually had to be semi-decent and thorough

this other presentation, all i have to do is read a short story and then do a 5 minute oral presentation about what it’s about and what the underlying themes are and what the protagonist is going through

it doesn’t have to be formal or academic and i don’t have add citations with referencing and have a thesis statement and make sure my lines are indented and god knows what else all the things you have to have in an essay, and that’s not even counting the words and for it to make sense and be decent

i just have to yabber on about a short story for 5 mins while i record my screen and yabadabadoo i’m fucking good to go my maties. it’ll probably take me longer to actually put together the presentation than anything else, powerpoint and me are not friends but ah, i am feeling really positive that i can get a grade if not tomorrow then at least thursday because like shawn said: i can only fail up, with this

literally legend. anyway that’s everything i had to get out of me.

fingers crossed i get not one but two grades by thursday at the latest, because i need those credits regardless but extra much right now

and the story i gotta read that i’ve chosen is the purple elephant?? was it? by orwell?

anyway that’s all peeps, thank you and goodnight

#it’s a long rant about my grades and school and nothing more serious than that

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addc10 · 5 years

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This is what football is about

#collin martin #minnesota united #mls #us soccer #megan rapinoe #uswnt #lgbtq+#❤️🧡💛💚💙💜#god i missed her speech but i gotta go watch it now #🙌🏽✊🏽

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indouloureux · 2 years

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NO NO NO BUT BEING REALLY DAMN CLINGY WITH STEVE! Like you can’t get ENOUGH OF HIM UGHHH, god do I love that man

CLINGY STEVE CLINGY STEVE CLINGY STEVE I-

steve voices his disdain through a low groan of protest when you sadly break away from the comfort of his loving embrace. he frowns deeply, like he'd been berated for accidentally hurling a ball at your grandmother's urn.

(oddly specific, he thinks. he so did not do that when he was eight. and he so did not accidentally inhale the ashes of his beloved grandma and choked on them and thought that she now lived inside him.)

"babe," he pouts. "wher' you goin'?"

his speech is almost of a drunken slur when he reaches up and makes grabby hands at you. you laugh lightly, pulling down at your shirt. "i'm gonna pee, stevie,"

"can i come?"

"what, why?"

"don't wanna let you go," he rolls to his front and drops his hand on your space that's suddenly cold. "and i miss you already. wanna be with you in the bathroom and watch you pee,"

it's your turn to frown, though much more in slight disgust than dismay. "sweets, i'm not letting you watch me pee."

the look on his face makes it seem like he's about to cry if you didn't say yes. oh, steve harrington always gets what he wants– whether it be the ways of his handsome charm or his puppy eyes with disheveled hair and a small, almost bratty pout.

steve doesn't ever want to let you out of his eyesight, lest of you suddenly disappearing into thin air like his nightmares had taunted him. he knows his clinginess was starting to become suffocating, but he couldn't blame himself, could he?

but you don't mind his nightly throes and his doting clinginess. you understand where he's coming from and steve loves you for that — you love him and his frantic screams and untamed chest hair and wide heart.

"ugh, fine," you agree to avoid a (playful) breakdown, moreso for the reason of you also wanting him to be wherever you go. steve beams like the star on a christmas tree and hops of his king-sized bed (the irony). "but you're looking away, alright? 's weird enough you have to hear the broken sounds of my piss."

"yay," he wraps his arms around you from behind, waddling your way to the toilet with his chin on top of your head. "baby's gotta pee. gotta give her the toilet paper. i'm the paper man,"

"steve."

"yeah?"

"please don't say that again."

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helloalycia · 3 years

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teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #elizabeth olsen #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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user21340 · 3 years

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the world in her arms

(i don’t own this gif or characters used in this fic)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you and natasha have always had quite a flirty and sarcastic relationship. both of you develop feelings for one another but you both are clueless to what the other feels until nat gets jealous and says something hurtful to you. will you make up (or out)?

warnings: minor angst, fluff, swearing, and a mention of death.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: omg thank you so much for 57 followers love you all 💕. sorry for the lack of content i didn’t know what to write and had almost no new ideas. also i’m a youngin and worked my first 8 hr day yesterday so your girl was exhausted and i have finals coming up soon. k thank you for coming to my ted talk, enjoy!

also this song doesn’t relate to the story at all but it’s underrated imo and also sorry for the weird pov changes throughout the story.

“Hey y/l/n! Where are you headed?” Natasha yells from the kitchen while I’m standing in the living room on our shared floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Nat.” I say with a smirk.

“Yeah matter of fact I would.” she retorts.

“Chill, I’m just headed to train some recruits with Clint. But don’t miss me too much, I'll be back in a few hours, Natty.” You blow a kiss her way, and she just rolls her eyes partially from the kiss and the use of her nickname but you see a faint pink tint sitting atop of her cheeks before she turns away.

I’ve been training these recruits with Clint for a couple hours and my session is nearing an end. Something I’ve picked up on today is how touchy and how dumb these recruits are acting just for me to correct their form. I don’t have time for this shit I think as this girl has me correct her jab form for what has to be the fifth time this hour.

Non readers pov

Natasha actually does start to miss you because of how bored she is due to the larger training room being occupied for these recruits. She heads down to see if you are wrapping up yet and see if you’d like to grab dinner with her somewhere. She arrives at the training room and heads to the back room where there is a large one way mirror. Natasha, having nothing better to do, watches Clint and yourself interact with these seemingly clueless recruits.

Minutes pass and Natasha honestly likes seeing your frustration every time a recruit asks you a stupid question or something you’d already answered for the hundredth time this session. That is until she sees this handsy recruit keep asking you to correct your form which she sees you fake a smile at and happily correct it. As if Natasha isn’t jealous already she sees you release a genuine large laugh at something a recruit says. Not being able to withstand witnessing anymore of this behavior from you directed towards anyone else except her. Natasha then storms off into the living room.

Readers pov

I was nearing the end of this session when a recruit comes up behind me and asks, “Soooo, is it true that you and Clint are like a thing?” he asks with no trace of humor or sarcasm on his face. I just bust out laughing because one, everyone or at least almost everyone who knows about The Avengers knows that I’m 100% only interested in women and two, CLINT? I mean he is a great guy and all but I’ll never forget the time I went into a diner to have breakfast with him and the waitress assumed he was my grandfather.

twenty long minutes later...

The living room is lively and everyone seems to strike up a conversation with one another. I decide to strike up a conversation with Natasha who is weirdly acting cold all of a sudden.

“Oh my god! You know what I just remembered the other day? My mom used to-“

“Shut up, y/n/n. I don’t care and I don’t think anyone does at the moment.” she exclaims with a small smirk thinking you’ll detect her harsh-morbid sarcasm.

“Oh.” you choke out, “It’s getting pretty late I-I better head to bed” my voice cracks as I mutter a small, ‘asshole’ agony laced in my voice blinking the hot tears away. I start walking towards my room but it slowly turns into a jog, then sprint. Anything to get to my room and release my sadness.

Non readers pov

The room is frozen. Everyone is staring at Natasha.

“I care.” Wanda states heading to your room because she knows you shouldn’t be alone right now.

“Jesus Nat, that was awful. You know you’ve fucked you when even I say it’s bad. Poor girl’s mom passed when she was around 10.” Tony deadpans.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” Nat says burying her head into her hands.

“I’m not too sure how you’re gonna get out of this one Nat, but you’ve gotta fix this.” Sam says.

Wanda reaches your room and hears loud yet muffled sobs while standing in the hallway. She can feel your grief rippling through her body. The only heartache she can relate to is the moment she lost Pietro which is more than an average person should feel. She knocks on the door softly yet hard enough to alert you of her presence.

Readers pov

I hear three soft knocks on the door. I quickly silence my cries and assume it is Nat. I then clear my throat as the knocking continues and muster up enough energy to speak,

“Go away” into my pillow loudly. The knocking stops but I don’t hear anyone walk away just yet.

“Y/n/n, it’s Wanda. Can you let me in please, so we can talk?” she asks, I stand up while groaning and walk towards the door. I unlock it and open it just a crack to make sure she is alone and not with a certain someone. It is pretty short-lived as Wanda pushes the door open the rest of the way.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry.” She says as she wraps me into a tight hug after closing the door behind her. I crumble into her embrace as she rubs small circles on my back. Wanda has always been such a calming figure in my life since I met her, a major part being that she can feel almost all of my anxieties that try to drown me throughout a day. She also knows how it feels to be alone which allows her to relate to my feelings, so she knows just how much missing someone who is gone for eternity hurts.

We hug for what feels like minutes but when I take a quick glance outside my window it is dark out.

“Is it true?” I rasp.

“What?” she counters.

“Y’know that no one cares. All I wanted to do was share a memory that I remembered of myself with my mom and as you know it isn’t too often that I remember these types of things and when I do I love sharing them, so she won’t ever be forgotten. It just hurts so much to be shut down talking about something you truly care about by someone you care about.” I explain while Wanda looks at me with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen while nodding her head slightly.

“Now that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I care and everyone in this compound cares about what you have to say as well as what you are feeling. You know how Natasha can be sometimes with the insensitive comments she makes before realizing what she’s doing.”

“I know but that doesn’t give her the right to j-just say stuff like that. I get how full our relationship is with banter and sarcastic comments but I really thought she was starting to like me.” I frown as Wanda just nods. That’s when exhaustion hits me like a truck.

“Wands, before I ask you this just know you can decline.” I give her a minute to protest, but she says nothing. ” Can you sleep with me?” Wanda’s eyes widen,

”Y/n/n I don’t think that is a good id-“ I realize what I just said and cut her off before things get even more uncomfortable. “Nonono, Wanda, like lay down with me not any of that gross stuff. Ew.” Wanda’s features fill with relief, and she chuckles at my childish comment about sex.

“Of course I will! You just may want to word it a little different next time.” she chuckles as you hide your face with embarrassment. We both get settled on the bed and I feel her two arms pull me towards her and I snuggle closer.

Non readers pov

Wanda slowly gets out of bed after she is sure you are fast asleep and sets off to find Nat. When she does she sees that Nat had barely moved from where she last saw her still with her face in her hands.

“Nat. I know you think you really screwed up, which you did, but it’s y/n/n. You can’t go on without telling her how you feel about her.”

“Wanda, you can’t just look in my mind! We’ve talked about this!”

“Romanoff you know I’m one to keep my promises, so I’d never look without your permission. Maybe if you turned down the volume of your thoughts a few decibels I wouldn’t have heard anything. Also, are you ready that oblivious to the fact the whole team knows you two are like little lovesick puppies for one another when you two aren’t attached by the hip.” she explains, “Now, stop moping around and apologize at least.”

“You’re right, Wands, wish me luck. I hope she can forgive me.”

Natasha gets up and races towards your room. She didn’t want to wait so long to talk to you and apologize, but she thought you wouldn’t want to speak to her after what she’d said.

Similarly, to Wanda’s entrance, Natasha softly knocks on your door enough to wake you even out of your semi-deep sleep.

Readers pov

I jump at the knocks on the door and am confused to see Wanda is no longer beside me.

“Wanda you don’t have to knock, you know that.” I sigh out.

“It isn’t Wanda.” a voice you are able to recognize as Nat sheepishly speaks.

“Oh, what do you need?” I ask, all the heartbreak and ache coming back when I hear the voice I’m usually excited to listen to, as if her speech is my favorite song.

“Can we talk? I need to apologize.”

“Sure,” I softly reply.

Non readers pov

Nat opens the door once she has your permission and sees your usual strong, confident frame look small and fragile. Her heart breaks at the sight of you so broken and in pain because of her own actions. Not to mention your tear stained cheeks when you look towards her. It is silent for a minute or so before you throw your head back onto your pillow staring at the ceiling. This awakens something in Natasha for an unknown reason.

Readers pov

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I know that sorry doesn’t cut it for the amount of hurt I’ve caused you all because I was jealous but I hope we can rebuild what we had but it totally is okay if you don’t want to even though I would love another chance with yo-“

“Nat, calm down. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m fine with what you said because truth be told I love sharing memories of my family when I remember them with you. Not only because I trust you but because I think I care for you and love you more than friends should. I just hope what you said is meaningless or else that is when we can’t rebuild what we had.”

“No y/n/n, I didn’t mean any of it. It was just in the heat of the moment because I saw you laughing at something a recruit said when I was going to ask you if you wanted to go get dinner with me. So, I stormed off like a child and said hurtful things to mask my selfishness because I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Oh my god Nat. You can’t be serious, I was laughing at something a recruit said because he assumed Clint and I were going out.” Nat bursts out laughing.

“See? Anyone who was told that who knew me would just die of laughter on the spot.” I say as I glance her way while patting the place beside me on my bed. She accepts.

“So you actually like me?” you hopefully ask.

“Possibly depending on if those feelings are reciprocated.”

“They are.” I say.

“Good. Can I also say how sorry I am for saying that to-“ I cut her off but placing a quick peck to her soft lips.

“Uh, uh, uh” I tut, “I don’t want to hear any more apologies come out of that mouth. Could you just hold me?” Natasha is still dumbfounded by the little kiss.

“Of course.” Nat complies pressing your back to her front as she wraps her long toned arms around your frame. I hum at the contact.

At this moment Nat realizes there is no place she’d rather be as she feels like she has the world in her arms.

#natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #Spotify

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tetsuwhore · 4 years

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𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Description: in a ditch effort to avoid your fate as a lonely cat lady, you allow your best friend, Oikawa, to help you gain sexual experience.

Warning: explicit smut. size kink if you squint. loss of virginity. kinda angsty

Notes: 2.9k words. inspired by my ‘inexperienced bestfriend’ headcanons

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It had been a mindless comment really.

The three of you were just reaching the convenience store when Iwaizumi received a call. After answering it and finishing his conversation, he promptly explained that it was his mother, who needed him to run errands for her. Which left you and Oikawa, who continued whining about his irritation at his ‘fanclub’.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, “So, you have a literal entourage of people devoted to you? Big fucking deal. My single ass hasn’t even kissed anyone yet, y’know. At this rate, I’m gonna end up a lonely cat lady by the time we’re in college.” You laugh lightly, only meaning it half seriously. Therefore, you could be forgiven for choking on air when you hear his serious response.

“Why don’t I help you change that then?”

And now, here you are, laying in your best friend’s bed as he’s knuckle deep in you. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavily and biting your lip in an effort to stay quiet. Your eyes are tightly shut, but you can tell that he’s still watching you intently, eyes alternating between focusing on his finger slipping into your hot cunt, and then wandering back to your contorted face.

Struggling with your words, you manage to gasp out, “H-how does it feel so, uh, so fucking good?! It’s never like this when it’s, ah, when it’s just m-me.” Chuckling at the shakiness of your speech, he responds, “Had a lot of training to strengthen my fingers for setting. Plus, they’re much longer than your tiny ones, aren’t they? Makes it easier to reach deeper.”

Shuddering at his words, you add, “They’re t-thicker, too.” Laughing at that, you feel him slightly shift the angle of his hand before continuing, “You usually can’t rely on fingering alone to get you off.” He follows that with a quick flick of his wrist, grinding his palm against your clit as his finger keeps prodding that certain spot inside you, adding, “Gotta pay attention to the clit.”

His attention is back on your face as you moan in response to his actions, no longer able to stay quiet. Grinning at your reaction, Oikawa continues his ministrations, rubbing his palm harder against you and increasing the tempo of his finger. His voice is silky smooth as he keeps going, “Keep rubbing harder and faster, until…”

You feel a high-pitched cry escape your lips. It’s so embarrassingly loud and shrill, but you’re unable to control it. His face is so smug - and normally, you’d want to slap the expression off of it, but this time, it just makes your face grow redder.

“Until, it hits just... right. And then, you keep it consistent,” he whispers in your ear, “Feels good, hmm?”

Nodding frantically, you grip on to his arm, desperate to hold on to something so you don’t completely lose yourself. You hear him hiss - likely at your nails digging into his skin - but you’re too preoccupied with your impending orgasm to pay too much attention.

“Nuh-uh, keep your legs open,” Oikawa tuts disapprovingly. Opening your eyes, you realize that you had subconsciously closed your legs, trapping his hand in between - they were shaking so badly you hadn’t even noticed. You struggle, but nonetheless, move your feet further apart to allow him to continue.

Tossing out all inhibitions, you don’t even bother attempting to hide your moans. Instead, you loop your free arm around his shoulder and bury your face in his neck, sobbing against his skin as you feel the knot in your stomach grow uncomfortably tight.

You feel his arm under you pull you closer to his chest, hand running up and down your side in a soothing motion. “Mhmm, that’s it, just like that, just like that,” Oikawa whispers - gentler than you’ve ever heard him speak - as he coaxes you through your orgasm, slowing his movements, but not stopping, allowing you to ride it out.

He only pulls away once you stop trembling. When you open your eyes again, you find him watching you with a hawk’s gaze as you exhale shallowly, fighting to catch your breath. It makes you feel self-conscious, being under his scrutiny. Blushing, you cast your eyes into a corner to avoid his.

“Aw, (F/n)-chaaan, don’t go all shy on me just yet. I’ve still got more I wanna do to you first,” he teases as he moves his body on top of yours.

Furrowing your brows, you begin to protest, “More? But, you said this was just for prep, right? So we could-”

Before you can finish, he interjects, “Are you really saying no to another orgasm?” Well, he had a point there. “Okay, I won’t stop you,” you concede, “but I’m still kinda, um, sensitive. Can we, uh…” You trail off, but he catches your eyes glancing down to his lips and smiles, finishing your sentence for you.

“A kiss? All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

You don’t get a chance to comment on the nickname because you’re too distracted by Oikawa’s hot breath fanning against your mouth as he moves his face closer to yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his fingers graze your chin, tilting your head slightly upwards. And yet, he doesn’t close the distance, as if he was waiting for you to make the move. So, you do.

The first thing you register is how soft his lips feel, lightly pressed up against yours. Suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness hit you, you pull away abruptly, realizing that you’re not quite sure what to do next. Confused by your pulling away, he looks down at you, eyes quickly flickering with understanding as he realizes the reason for it.

His thumb moves to caress your cheek before he moves forward again, this time, taking the lead. It’s more pleasant this time as he guides you, lips gently melding with yours. He keeps the pace slow, and you’re thankful for that - too much too quickly would’ve overwhelmed you. But then, as you’re wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, his thigh brushes against your core.

It’s involuntary, really, when you softly moan into his mouth in response to the contact, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

But it’s enough to drive him feral.

Tightly gripping your hips in his calloused hands, he presses his lips harder against yours, swallowing your gasps as he tilts his head forward to deepen the kiss, turning it into something deeper, hungrier. You feel his tongue enter past your lips, licking the edges of your teeth before clashing against yours. You’re not sure how you feel about that - the sensation is slightly odd, but not entirely unwelcome.

“So, there was... s-something else you wanted to do?” you question breathily after pulling away, eyes cast up towards the ceiling - you would implode if you were to look at him while he was sucking on the sensitive buds of your breasts. Trailing his lips down your midriff, he mutters in between kisses, “Mhmm, got something I wanna show you.” His voice is so low, you almost miss what he says next.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue,” he murmurs against your skin, “so you’re nice and ready when I stretch you out with my cock.”

This was your best friend. The same friend you used to play hide-and-seek with as kids. The same one who coerced you into binge watching space documentaries with him during sleepovers. So then, why was it that his words made your body react by sending a flush of pink across your face, and a throbbing between your legs?

He’s laying on his stomach now, face dangerously close to your soaked core. Scooting closer, he lifts up one of your legs, rough palm slowly trailing up the back of your calf. Shifting it to place it on his broad shoulder, he lightly brushes his lips against the expanse of your inner thigh. He’s ghosting kisses along your skin - you can feel them, but the pressure is practically non-existent, it’s maddening.

“Oikawa, stop teasing! Do- do something…” you grit out, frustrated.

Hearing his chuckle only adds to your exasperation as he ignores your request, deliberately straying away from the center of your legs. With that infuriating smirk still on his face, he feigns ignorance, “Hmm, I’m not sure I know what you want me to do here. Why don’t you tell me?”

When you give no response, he repeats himself, “Tell me, c’mon.” His tone is deceptively light and teasing, but you don’t miss the commanding nature behind his words.

“Want you to… to, uh, make me c-cum,” you’re trembling as you struggle to get the words out, “on your… on your t-tongue.”

Shaking his head, Oikawa tuts, “No, no, say the rest.” God, why was he such an obstinate asshole? More importantly, why was it working so well at getting you hotter?

Breathing unevenly, you whisper, “gonna get me, uh, nice and- nice and ready,” and you cringe at how whiny your voice is, but nonetheless, finish, “so you can s-stretch me out with your… with your c-cock.” The words tumbling out of your mouth are so, so filthy. He’s practically coaxing them out of you.

(You hate how easy it is for him to do so.)

Humming approvingly, he praises, “Mhm, that’s a good girl. Wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The smug smile is back as he purrs, “Can’t have you going all shy now. Not when I’m about to make you cum so hard you cry.”

Before you can respond, he’s hoisting your other leg over his shoulder. You stare up at the ceiling, form tensed up as you wait for what feels like an eternity - you can feel his breath fanning over your core as you anticipate his next move.

Then, you feel it. A warm, wet sensation right against your sensitive clit - you have to force yourself not to jerk away in response. The first swipe of his tongue is broad, one that languidly trails up all the way from your slit, to deep between your folds.

The feeling is so odd, so new. And so, so delicious.

It’s nothing like your fingers (or even his), nothing like you’ve ever felt before, but fuck, it’s good. It’s an antithetical combination of too much, and not enough - you can tell he’s holding back, going slow to begin with. And as much as you want him to turn ravenous and devour you alive, you know it’ll be too much for you to handle.

Oikawa knows exactly when he’s got the right rhythm going. Of course, you think to yourself, of course he fucking knows - from how you’re suddenly gripping his hair, squirming around and whimpering for him. And he keeps it up, using his tongue to turn you into a mess. Licking again.

And again, and again.

“Mhmm, Oikawa, k-keep… oh- keep doing that! P-please, I’m gonna… I’m gonna-”

You’re cut off by a sharp moan that leaves your lips as he pulls you closer to his face, tongue digging deeper into you. You’ve vaguely aware of him lightly chuckling against you - probably at how whiny you sound.

(And you can’t even get annoyed at him because you’re too distracted by how it sends vibrations directly to your core.)

Oh. Oh. Oh, god.

Tightly gripping his hair, you tense up, head thrown back and eyes tearing up as you release a final cry. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding against his face in a ditch effort to prolong the waves of your pleasure for as long as you can. He holds his tongue out flat, allowing you to do as you please. His eyes are locked on your face - his smoldering gaze is so intense that you feel compelled to look away, afraid that you’d combust if you didn’t.

Oikawa only pulls away once you whimper weakly that it’s too much, your hands slowly releasing the grip they have on his locks. Planting a soft kiss on your inner thigh, he moves to rest on his elbow next to you as you exhale heavily, face flushed and hot - from your orgasm, or the embarrassment, you’re not sure.

“Good?”

The question in itself is genuine enough, but the shit-eating grin on his face is all you need to see to realize that he knows. The bastard already knows that it was more than good. (With how you were practically sobbing his name only minutes ago, how could he not?) Choosing not to respond, you shoot him a glare instead.

“(Y/n)-chaaan, why are you annoyed at me for asking a perfectly reasonable question?” he pouts, whining, “Besides, I should be the annoyed one, seeing how you were practically yanking my hair out!”

Rolling your eyes, you retort, “Serves you right for teasing me so much!”

Shaking his head dramatically and childishly muttering something about how you’re ‘so mean’, Oikawa turns to face you, gently cupping your cheek. His expression and tone are more somber this time as he inquires, “You sure you still wanna go all the way though? We don’t have to go any further, just making you feel good is perfectly fine for me.”

Seeing you sit up, he moves, resting his back against the headboard as he waits for your response. You reach for the condom on his nightstand before returning back, placing yourself in his lap. Handing him the little silver packet, your hands move to his shoulders, before you finally respond, “Yes, Oikawa, I want to do this, don’t worry.”

“Besides, we’ve already reached this far anyway,” you move your face closer to his, whispering against his lips, “It’s like you always say - if you’re going to hit it, hit it until it breaks - right?” Seeing his eyes widen in surprise at your boldness, you silently congratulate yourself - you had finally rendered the Oikawa Tooru speechless.

(Even if it was only for a few seconds.)

“Fuck, hearing you say that was hot.”

Swallowing at the roughness of his voice, you bite your lip, asking softly, “That’s what you’re gonna do then? Break me?”

Quickly regaining his composure, Oikawa smirks, purring, “Hmm, I’m not sure you’d be able to handle it, sweetheart. Maybe next time.”

And then he’s on you again, hot mouth pressed hard against yours. Unlike earlier, he doesn’t hold back this time, quickly engaging you in a searing kiss that sends shock waves straight down to your stomach. You’re still shaky on what to do, but you attempt to mimic his movements, following his lips and working with them.

In the midst of all your excitement, you had not even realized that Oikawa was still fully clothed. Your cheeks flush pink as it dawns on you that you, on the other hand, are completely naked. Pulling away, you hastily reach for his shirt, practically yanking it off of him before looping your arms around his neck, sighing when you finally, finally feel naked skin against yours.

Moving back to press your lips against his, you feel his hands shift, rustling against your stomach as he makes quick work of unbuttoning his pants. But before he can put on the condom, you stop him. “Wait, c-can I?” you ask, tone laced with hesitance. He simply nods, watching you with that same scrutinizing look that he wears on the court as he hands you the rubber and waits.

For a moment, you simply eye it curiously. It’s… surprisingly pleasant to look at. It’s ruddy, particularly at the head, and it curves slightly to the left. As for the size, you don’t have the experience to start making comparisons, but you know it’s big, at least for you. It was definitely bigger than your tampons, and those were already hard enough to put in.

He wasn’t kidding about stretching you out. You feel a deep-seated lust settle within you as you consider the thought - oddly enough, it’s appealing, and you quiver at the thought of your tight walls being stretched thin around his large length.

Once you’ve got the condom on, he asks again, tone uncharacteristically hesitant, “You sure?” Sighing in mock exasperation, you grin, teasing, “What happened to Mr. Stretch-Me-Out-With-His-Cock?”

Seeing his unamused expression, you chuckle, adding without thinking, “No, really, I appreciate you doing this with me. I want to experience what it’s like, be ready for the real thing, y’know?”

Again, it was a mindless comment. As you angle yourself over him and move down, you’re too caught up in the feeling of being filled for the first time - you miss the way Oikawa’s eyes grow dark upon hearing your words.

Real thing.

Then again, who could blame you for not realizing the impact your words had on him. You would always see him as nothing more than your best friend, as the stepping stone before you got to the real thing. Nothing more. Nothing remotely close to how he wanted you to see him.

(Or how he saw you.)

So as he places his hands on your hips in a bruising grip, moving his hips upwards in a punishing thrust that has you keening, he swears.

He may not be your “real thing”, but he’ll make sure to burn into your memory that no one else would ever fuck you as well as Oikawa Tooru could.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader

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catty-words · 3 years

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an exhaustive list of things i love about “stand tall” pt. 1:

- that julie gets up on stage to perform it at all and what a huge deal that is for her growth. that she can experience loss without letting herself go. that she can acknowledge the people who have shaped her journey without losing sight of the fact that the road ahead is hers to make of what she will.

- that ray, after watching his daughter fold herself up and tuck herself away from the world for a year, gets this bittersweet moment of fatherly pride, seeing julie emerge onstage for rose’s memory, not in spite of it.

- the way ‘this song is for anyone who’s lost their way. step into your greatness. don’t give up. stand tall’ encapsulates rose’s influence on julie so well (think the “wake up” lyrics so get up, get out, relight that spark and wake up your dream and make it true and life’s a test, yes / but you go toe-to-toe / you don’t give up, no, you grow, respectively) so that the speech is about julie passing on rose’s legacy of hope and tenacity to another generation

- but while that speech is moving and makes me proud, i’m partial to this more private moment, where julie looks up to see how many people are hanging on her words and takes a second to summon that rose-provided hope and tenacity for herself and no one else

- that we’re back to needing a lengthy piano intro (see the “edge of great” pt. 1 list for context) and how it doesn’t feel like regression so much as the moment offers a bird’s-eye view of julie’s journey to-date. one thing and it’s back to the beginning and all that.

- the lyrics and it’s one, two, three, four times / that i’ll try for one more night because it’s a nice twist on the conventional ‘third time’s a charm’ adage and because four is a much more significant number in the language of music. not to mention, this scene sits in the shadow of the four people julie’s lost, and sure, she doesn’t lose luke, alex, and reggie as three separate events, but it’s still certainly true that she’s dealt with loss one, two, three, four times now and come out trying for yet another night.

- how julie’s voice overpowers the song at the line whatever happens even if i’m the last standing / imma stand tall, suggesting that the boys were meant to come in and hold her up in that moment. how it’s a moment of triumph that she lets the song burst out of her anyway, even without them there to help round out the sound

- her impassioned lil hop here on the lyrics i gotta keep on dreaming and how it speaks to how much she truly loves music, the way she can feel this determined, driving joy for that dream she woke up all the way in episode one even though it no longer looks like she thought it would when her mom was alive or even just a few nights ago when she’d been on the porch with luke talking about their youtube video and managers

- THE MOMENT ALEX POPS IN

- the way they have a whole silent conversation, from his ‘you rang?’ smile to her ‘oh my god, you’re really here’ smile to his ‘dang right i am, you thought i’d miss this??’ smile

- the way julie sings the lyric right now, i’m loving every minute directly at reggie and the way he agrees with breathless relief and a twinkle in his eye

- the way that, now that she knows her boys aren’t actually gone from her life or her music, she throws herself into the song, revitalized and more passionate than ever before. the way reggie turns to alex to be like ‘are you seeing how on fire she is??’ in response.

- how, after seeing luke’s first attempt to join them onstage, julie redoubles her bouncily determined energy

- the way you can all but hear alex thinking ‘come on, come on, come on’ here

- julie never taking her eyes off luke as he tries his darndest to show up for her and their band and i know it’s probably not their eye contact that allows luke to finally break free of whatever hold caleb has on him or his guitar but also. yes it is.

- filed under: moments that never fail to give me chills

#julie and the phantoms #jatpedit #julie molina #alex mercer #reggie peters #luke patterson #gifs by catty #eml*#this is it guys. we're doing it. the final list.#how blessed i am that it's the most #FATED BANDMATES #list of all the lists #jatp meta #parts two and three to come as the night progresses…

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drcalmreid · 4 years

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pretend - s.r.

pairing: spencer x female!reader

summary: angst/fluff - you and spencer are forced to go undercover together as a couple...weeks after you broke up

content warning: female unsub with female and male victims (tw: female unsub, female and male victims, drugging, murder, relationship issues/breakup, arguing) please feel free to let me know if I missed any others :)

word count: 2.7k

authors notes: “—” indicates a flashback; also this is my entry for @railmereid’s 2.0k writing challenge! (congrats!!) I hope you all like it and good luck to anyone else who enters! xx

gif credit: @prettyboyspence

YOUR POV

“You guys sure you’re okay with this?” Preteniss asks, while securing my microphone wire. I nod hesitantly, and give her a weak smile. She glances up at Reid who stands to my right, Rossi attaching his wire to his undershirt. Spencer smiles his classic tight-lipped grin and nods too. Four female victims have been found near Washington D.C., three of them being in relationships with wealthy men. All of the women’s boyfriends are also missing and have not been heard from since the women disappeared weeks before. All four of the victims were last seen at a local restaurant with their partners in the days prior. Rossi suggested Reid and I go undercover to see if we could find any new leads or even catch the unsub in the act. As partners, we have gone undercover a handful of times. As boyfriend-girlfriend, we were practically forced to go for any case that required it (Prentiss insisted it was only because we were the most natural ones to play a couple...but, I don’t buy it, I think the team liked the idea of forcing Reid out of his comfort zone). As exes, this would be a first…

“Alright,” Rossi pats Reid’s chest. “You guys look good, now let’s go get this son of a bitch”.

—

“Spencer, you’re being ridiculous.” I say dropping my go-bag on his leather couch. I turn on my heels and watch Spencer close his apartment door behind him.

“I’m ridiculous? y/n, you could have been shot!” Spencer says, grabbing his face.

“Yeah, Spencer. That's our job. You can’t expect me to not do my job because it makes you uncomfortable.”

Spencer laughs ironically and leaves his satchel on his desk, knocking over a stack of books in the process. He says nothing and disappears into his bedroom. “Spencer, c’mon,” I say following him towards the bedroom and he shuts the door before I even get there. “Spencer!” I yell, pounding my fist on the wooden door, but there’s no answer.

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Spencer and I step out of the SUV into the cold Virginia night and instinctively I loop my arm with his. Spencer stiffens under my touch and I glance up at him through my lashes. He nods gently and I rest my head on his shoulder...just to sell it, even though I truly just missed his warmth. The cold wind bites at my legs exposed under my dress, I shudder against the cold and Spencer readjusts his arm and wraps my shoulders in his embrace. I blush and my heart begins to race. Our steps continue down the sidewalk, towards the restaurant in question.

Spencer places his free hand over my torso and muffles my wire, I glance up at him raising an eyebrow. “Do you think they know?” He whispers.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” I mumble back. “You didn’t want to, remember?”

Spencer coughs slightly and releases his grip on my microphone.

“Nice one Reid, next time you want to flirt with your girlfriend you don’t have to mute yourselves,” Prentiss chirps in our earpieces.

“Right, sorry,” Reid says, flustered.

“Baby, where are we going?” I ask and Spencer smiles. He used to love when I used this pet name for him, but now it hurts me too much to even think about.

“It’s a surprise.”

—

I wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and my back is pressed up against the wall. I had fallen asleep propped up against the wall next to the bedroom door, hoping Spencer would open it. Typically one of us ends up sleeping in the living room before giving in and crawling into bed with the other. Apologizes are mumbled between us and we fall asleep to the sound of each other's heartbeats. Usually when we argue it’s like a tornado: fast, centered around one thing, and usually caused by one of us spinning out of control….but this fight, I could sense it would be more like an Earthquake: seemingly from nowhere, groundbreaking, and dividing the land that was once so stable.

“You’re up,” Spencer says standing in the entryway of the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I say while standing from the floor, cracking all my joints in the process.

“I made coffee.” Spencer says as if it is more of a comment than an offer.

“I smelt.”

“So we’re really gonna do this?” Spencer asks, even though we both know it’s not a question. He sits down at the kitchen table and rests his mug down. I follow him inside the small kitchen nook and lean against the counter.

“Looks like it.”

—

Spencer and I sit down across from one another at a circular table with a booth curving around one side. The restaurant is dimly lit, candles flickering on the tables, red silk table cloths covering the tables, and well-dressed waiters and waitresses attend to each of the guests. It reminds me of the restaurant that we went to for our first anniversary, and I know it reminds Spencer too. He keeps his eyes down, glued to the table and barely looks up at me as I try to make conversation.

“This restaurant is beautiful,” I say, flashing my best smile. “I’m glad I dressed up. You remember this dress? I haven’t worn it in forever.”

Spencer clears his throat and finally looks up, “of course I do, baby.” My heart practically jumps to my throat. “You wore it on our first date.”

“Yeah, I did” I look down at the simple, black lace dress I have on and play with the seam. Our waitress approaches the table just as Spencer is about to speak up again.

“Good evening, I’m Lydia and I will be your waitress tonight, can I get you started with our wine-”

“No,” Spencer cuts off the waitress in the middle of her rehearsed speech.

“Spence,” I shoot him a look across the table. I smile at the waitress, “We’ll both just have water, thank you.”

“Okay,” Prentiss speaks to both of us through our earpieces. “If we are right, the unsub should approach your table and try to initiate a fight between the two of you. Think you can manage that?”

“Oh, we can manage.” I say glancing up at Spencer, who’s already staring at me from the other end of the dining table.

—

“No, y/n you don’t get it, do you? God, you’re so stubborn. I can’t watch you get hurt! It will kill me, don’t you understand that?” Spencer yells, pacing around the small kitchen.

“Spencer,” I reach out for him, but he brushes past me. “Of course I get it…but it’s my job. I don’t know what you want me to do. You, of all people, know what this job requires. I can’t just not go on missions because my boyfriend doesn’t want me hurt. How do you think I feel when you go on cases without me?”

“That’s not the point,” Spencer yells, running his hands through his hair. “You went into the unsub’s house, alone-”

“You were there,” I suggest, leaning towards him.

“Outside y/n,” Spencer spits, his word laced with venom. “You were unharmed, unprotected, and out of reach! What if something happened?”

“Well,” I say rubbing the sides of my arms. “Nothing did.”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Spencer says sitting down again at the kitchen table. “I can’t, y/n.”

“What- what are you saying?”

“We can’t be together if all we do is worry about each other,” Spencer looks up from his empty mug to meet my eyeline. “It isn’t healthy.”

“So, you’re breaking up with me? This is really happening?” I ask, tears welling in my eyes.

“This isn’t healthy anymore, and you know it just as much as I do.” Spencer says, pain stinging more and more with each word.

I scoff at his words and actually feel myself begin to laugh at the obscurity of the situation. Dr. Spencer Reid, the only who willingly gives himself up to unsubs countless times, can’t handle it when his girlfriend does it once. A chuckle escapes me and I swing my hand across my mouth trying to muffle the sound. “Are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry, Spencer,” I say as the laughter intensifies. “But this is fucking ridiclous. I always thought if we ever broke up it’d be because one of us got murdered, not because we arrested one.”

—

“Excuse me,” a blonde woman interrupts, standing near our table. “Sorry to interrupt, I just love your tie. It really brings out your eyes.”

“Thank you,” Spencer smirks and glances at me. “She hates it, always thinks it makes me look like a stock broker.”

“Accountant,” I correct, taking a sip of my water.

“Sorry, an accountant,” Spencer says and smiles at the blonde.

“Seems like I brought up a sore subject, sorry- uh, have a nice night.”

“Morgan,” Prentiss whispers through our headsets. “Keep eyes on her.” Morgan and Tara sit just across the restaurant at the bar, with eyes on the entrance and exit points.

“She's sitting back down at the bar, I’ve got her.”

“We’re going to need more guys, we gotta get her moving,” Prentiss orders and I nod while setting my glass down.

“You know,” I say leaning forward, chest pressing to the table. “You only ever take me out when there’s something you need to talk to me about...so talk.”

“I- I just,” Spencer mumbles. “I know we haven’t talked much since,” he looks up at me and lets out a big sigh.

“What? Since you belittled me? Made me feel like I couldn’t do my job? Then?” I ask, running my fingers across the table, letting them rest just a few centimeters from his.

“y/n,” Spencer says, dragging out my name. He sits back in the booth and presses his back to the leather seat. “I never belittled you.”

“Sure felt like it,” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“You are so stubborn, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” I roll my eyes at him. My mind starts to wander back to the night that sunk our ship. The same points being repeated over and over, neither one of us backing down or admitting fault.

“I just wanted to protect you, I can’t see you get hurt.” Spencer says, his eyes glossed over and lip quivering.

“When you said you couldn’t do this anymore, was that to protect me, or you? Because based on what we’re doing tonight...seems like it didn’t work out for either of us.” I say standing up from the table.

“y/n-” Spencer starts.

“She’s on the move,” Morgan cuts into our earpieces.

“This was never about me was it? It was all just to protect you, and I fucking believed it.” I say, as the realization hits me. Tears sting my eyes and I choke the words out, “You never cared about losing me, all you cared about was how you would feel if you lost me.”

“y/n, please.” Spencer stands from the table and reaches for me. I shake my head at him and step back.

“Don’t touch me,” I say backing away from his touch, even though I want nothing more than to fall into it. I turn quickly and walk right into the blonde again. “Excuse me.”

The next moments run through my mind like a blur.

The blonde sat down with Spencer, ever so elegantly slipping a pill into his drink before Morgan and Tara were onto her, cuffs snuggly placed around her wrists. She didn’t resist, didn’t ask for a lawyer, she just smiled and asked if her ex-boyfriend would know she was arrested. Even though I tried my best to stop crying, my tears kept streaming down my face and neck. I gave up on wiping my cheeks, just letting the mascara stain my skin. The car ride with Reid, Morgan, Lewis, and myself is eerily quiet, no one wanting to say the first word… or address the sobbing undercover agent in the passenger seat.

“Good job you two, if you keep bringing in unsubs like this, we’re going to have to put you in the field more often. And that fight? Felt like you two we’re really in it,” Emily says and I flash her a quick smile. Spencer and I are at our respective desks, shoving case files into our suitcases in silence. We haven’t spoken since the restaurant and honestly I don’t know if I’m even ready to yet. “Anyway, have a nice night.” She smiles back at us while passing through the bullpen before heading out the doors.

“Thanks, Em. Goodnight,” I smile again as she exits, leaving just Spencer and I in the empty BAU office. I quietly grab my things and walk around my desk, heels in my hand, focused on the door.

“Y/n,” Spencer calls after me, just as I pass his desk, “please, wait.” I stop in my tracks, just a few feet away from his desk. I turn to face him and shrug my shoulders, indicating for him to keep talking. “I missed you.”

“Spencer,” I huff and set my bag and shoes down on JJ’s empty desk. “We’re always together. How could you miss me?”

“I meant, I missed us. Going out to dinner, laughing, just being us.” Spencer says, scratching the back of his neck. My lips curve into a weak smile and I nod. “Do you think we could pretend?” He weakly asks.

“Spence,” I half-heartedly laugh. “We just had a whole night of pretend…apparently an Oscar’s worthy night of pretend.”

“No no, I mean...do you think we could pretend that you don’t hate me?” He asks and his eyes are glazed over again. He blinks quickly to clear away his tears, but one escapes before he can hide it. “I never wanted things to end, I just- I was scared. I can’t lose you…” He says and I stand there silently, contemplating his words. “...and maybe that’s selfish...and I know that now, but I want to talk about this.”

I tug my lip between my teeth and take a deep breath. Silence settles between us for a few minutes as I keep my eyes to the ground, too nervous to look at Spencer.

“I could never hate you,” I finally say, stepping towards him. “Even if I forced all my attention to it and focused on everything that went wrong. I could never find it in myself to hate you.”

“You don’t hate me? You don’t hate me,” Spencer repeats almost like he’s solidifying it in his mind. He looks up at me through his curls as he sits down on the edge of his desk and collapses his head into his hands. I step even closer to him and place myself between his knees.

“Spencer, look at me.” I say and he blinks rapidly before glancing up to meet my eyeline. “I don’t hate you, the only thing I hate is how much I love you.” Spencer laughs lightly and a smile creeps across his face. “And for the record, I missed you too.”

Before I can say anything else, Spencer reaches forward and pulls me into his arms. His arms wrap around me tightly and hook together at my back. The shock wears off and I lower my hands to his head, pressing him to me. Luckily, he still sits on the edge of his desk, with me between his knees, otherwise I think we both would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor. I run my hands through his curls and I feel Spencer’s tears wet my dress. His grip only gets tighter and when I go to step back from him he mumbles a quick, “please”.

“Spence,” I whisper down at him. My fingers twisting in his chestnut curls, “we can’t stay here all night...we gotta go home.”

“I don't want to go home without you, I can’t- I-” He rambles, pulling away from my chest.

“So, don’t. Let’s go home.” I say and he smiles weakly up at me, I run my hand down from his hair and cup his cheeks. “You ready?”

He nods weakly and gives me a full-Spencer-smile, “let’s go home.”

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