#<- i wanna experiment with calling him c+ but until i make a final decision i'm keeping his tag as c4

[everafterkeiji]

Song: Officially Missing You by Tamia

Summary: When Tsukishima realizes how much he needs you even if you just started dating

Pairing: Kei Tsukishima x fem! reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: this is PURE, ALSO JRISNDOESN I FORGOT ABOUT THE DISTANCE OF MIYAGI FROM TOKYO SO PLS LET'S ACT LIKE THEY'RE SEMI NEAR-

"Yes! Of course, Kei!"

It's only been two weeks when the blonde finally received your sweet approval of being his. You probably wouldn't have guessed to see the harsh boy with red cheeks and a smile on his features on that day, but it was safe to say it was a sight to remember. Icons and nicknames changed instantly when you two got home, the giddy feeling in your hearts making the new lovers stay up and talk until the dawn. You also couldn't forget the look on Yamaguchi's face when he saw you two holding hands when Tsukishima was walking you to your bus stop for you to go home, the green haired boy rushed to you immediately hugging you, genuinely happy his best friend finally found someone.

Even if it was only two weeks ago, it felt as if it should've happened a little earlier than that.

The only downside to this new found love was that you didn't exactly go to Karasuno unlike your boyfriend. You went to Nekoma high unknowing they were soon to be Karasunos opponent but you disregarded the idea and still decided that he was in fact, good for you. So every morning, he calls you when you two when you were on your way to school. He insisted on this little habit knowing you two never really have the time to be around each other since he was busy with training and so that he can spend time with you without his annoying teammates scramming around that he has a girlfriend.

With you being hours away from him, it was only right to text or call him whenever you arrived, reassuring him you were safe and sound. Even when you two were walking home, there was no way for you to end the call, cautious of the time you spent even if it was through FaceTime. In a short amount of time, this little habit was already embedded in your relationship. Tsukishima even managed to take notice of your schedule the minute you got home. When you've finally made it back to your house, you were bound to finish all of the requirements so you can talk to him all night once you're done.

You also managed to slip in a little gesture for the boy, sending him audios of you greeting him good morning or overall reminding him to take care of himself. Telling him it was his little good luck charm, something to remember you by whenever he was training. Surely he shouldn't be affected by something so simple but since it came from you, his heart never fails to flutter whenever he hears your sweet voice, greeting him so early in the morning with your little giggle when you went to talk about a dream you had.

As far as Tsukishima knows, he hasn't really made it clear to his teammates he was in a relationship. He didn't want to hear the never ending questions of the mysterious girl or even how it started. Even Yamaguchi doesn't ask questions about you knowing Yamaguchi was the only person Tsukishima even introduced you to- well was forced to introduce you since he really couldn't find an excuse as to why he was a holding a girls hand late in the afternoon.

"T-tsukki?" Yamaguchi utters, his eyes switching back and forth between your hands that were intertwined and to you in general. He wonders if he was dreaming, there was a huge chance of that but remembering how his best friend mentioned a girl in one of their conversations he can't help but blink wondering if you were the girl he was talking about. You look up to Tsukishima while he lets out a sigh as he pushes his glasses forward.

"This is Y/N my uh..girlfriend." You smile at the familiar boy and remove your hand from the blonde before sticking your hand out aiming to shake hands with him but instead arms were wrapped around you shortly catching you off guard. You hear a tch behind you but your hands were clasped into his shaking it excitedly.

"I'm Yamaguchi! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

On your side of the story, Kenma didn't really wanna intervene but when he sees you smiling at your phone he can't help but wonder if it was a game. Which lead you to admit that it was just your boyfriend and hearing the words slip your mouth, he just continued on with his game not even asking who the boyfriend was but soon Kuroo found out about the little secret at practice when it was just the two of them knowing you trusted Kuroo as well.

"Y/N promised me she was gonna ask something about chemistry. You know where she is?" Kuroo asks but he only receives a shrug from the smaller boy.

"Probably texting her boyfriend." He says nonchalantly and Kuroos eyebrows furrow but once he realizes that Kenma was actually being truthful, a smirk appears on his face.

"Ah! A boyfriend! That's interesting, I wonder who the bastard is. Do you know?" Kenma shakes his head no but Kuroo only lets the sly smirk on his features as he thinks about the next day, ready to bombard you with teases.

Kuroo stuck to his promise, urging you to spill who the lucky guy was but you only remained quiet with flustered cheeks as Kenma slightly glares at him wishing he'd stop the jokes, fully respecting your decision of not letting Kuroo know who the boy is.

Up til now, no one really noticed that their tallest teammate was in love since Tsukishima really didn't show an ounce of adoration on his features and he was entirely caught up in improving his moves and mocking the first years so his love life was kept behind doors.

But even if his features didn't show, his heart says otherwise.

How can his heart skip a beat when he sees you? What is that happy feeling in his stomach whenever you hold his hand? What is that anxious feeling when your name flashes on his screen? Needless to say he was new to everything, but nothing beats the feeling of having him make his way home to your arms when you two meet. All his exhaustion from long practices vanishes quickly when your arms were around him, your scent rubbing off him, and especially when your lips press to his cheek.

Disregarding his crave for your presence, he was still in denial of being clingy. He never really liked the idea of a person acting in such a way so he assumed he wouldn't act like that but when a girl comes strolling into his life, of course he was bound to act different but then he remembers a certain conversation between you and him.

"How was your day?" He asks and he can see through his screen you were shuffling in your bed hugging a pillow underneath you, your cheeks resting on the soft material and Tsukishima smiles slightly at the appeal.

"All good, Tsukki. Did you miss me?" You teased with an eyebrow raised. He rolls his eyes when he hears your little giggle, making his heart jump at the sound.

"You really didn't miss me?" You chuckle again but you look at the camera to see him staring right back.

"Pft..Of course I did, dumbass but I'm not the one to be clingy." He states and you run your fingers through your soft h/c hair. "Its okay to be clingy, babe. I really wouldn't mind having my boyfriend be crazy for me." He chuckles at your comment but shakes his head before adjusting his glasses.

"Sucks for you then, you can't expect me to be clingy that's for sure." You pout and his lips merely broke into a smile. How cute. He thought.

"Then maybe you are crazy."

"Oi!" And your laugh just echoes through his ears, a sound he found addicting like his favorite song.

Now that texting was your usual way of communicating, he wonders what it'd be like to be around you all the time. If only you were in the same school as he was, he wouldn't dare to pass up the opportunity of being with you 24/7 even if he has to be with his teammates, he'd still pick you over them in a heart beat.

With your father switching between Miyagi and Tokyo, it was beneficial for you two to meet at a location while your father was at work, waiting for him to pick you up. After school you would just ask him to take you to your school then picks you up in the afternoon so he can finish his job at Miyagi. With pure luck, you'd arrive at Miyagi at 7:30pm, wherein they've yet to finish training so you spend time with him when you're able.

So here he was after practice, bidding goodbye to Yamaguchi with his phone in his hands messaging you if you were here. You replied a yes and he was already on his way to see you, eager to experience your embrace.

And this is part of the day that he loved.

Ending the day, exhausted and worn out, just to feel refreshed when his eyes land on her figure. His heart swells with joy when he sees her sitting on the bench with a longing expression of her face. Then light is brought upon his world when her eyes met his, forming a smile onto her features as she walks over to him, slowly wrapping her arms around his tall figure. A sigh of relief is expressed and he reciprocates the embrace immediately his chin resting on top of your head as his hands caress you waist gently.

"You wanna eat before you go home? You look tired babe." You say and he just mindlessly nods, lost at the sweet tone of your voice. You step away from the embrace, grasping your hands with his before walking inside the convenience store. As you two pick up the food to eat, you were back at the bench with your head to his arm while you two feast on the snacks enjoying the night sky.

"Kei?" You turn to him and he looks right at you the minute his name slips off your lips.

"What?"

"I might be busy for a bit. There's a group project and an individual presentation for me to do. Is that fine with you bub?" You ask and Tsukishima rests your head on his arm once again.

"Of course I'm okay with it, idiot. Just don't over work yourself got it?" You nod and place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"What about you? Still training with Yams and the others?"

"Tragically, yes." He comments making you laugh. You threw the wrapper into the trash bin at the corner, Tsukishima following your movements as well. You both stood up, linking your arms with his as you two walk.

"I'm assuming they're not as bad as you make them to be. I mean Yamaguchi is so nice." You say earning a scoff from the boy.

"I promise you that two of them are little delinquents from hell-"

"Kei!" You slap his arm gently and he laughs at your gesture before planting a kiss to your hair, catching you off guard and making your heart leap with excitement.

"Okay, some aren't bad but you don't need to meet them. It's too chaotic and I know Hinata would not stop when he meets you." Tsukishima comes to a hault when you've received a notification from your father who was ready to pick you up. As expected, you immediately hug Tsukishima before pulling away and landing another peck to his cheek.

"I'll see you when I see you, Kei. Thanks for tonight." You say and he too lands a kiss upon your forehead before muttering a stay safe underneath his breath. You smile at his words before walking away from him, turning back to wave at him once in a while. Once you were for sure out of his vision, he smiles to himself, satisfied of another happy night with you.

-

As five days pass, he's yet to hear from his lovely girlfriend, not even meeting him in the morning now that she's driven to school by her father later than the time she usually goes with him. He's received texts later than he expected but it just proved she had a lot on her hands. He was the one who said to take her time so why's he missing her this fast? So he put his thoughts into practice knowing there was a practice match happening soon and he was expected to do his best.

"Oi, focus." Kageyamas voice detaches him from his thoughts earning a glare from the blonde. As the practice went on, his thoughts remained to be consumed by you.

Once they were back in their classroom, Yamaguchi takes a sit in front of Tsukishima who was busy scribbling some notes he'd missed when his mind was distracted by the thought of you.

"Did you and Y/N fight? You've been distracted all morning." Tsukishima crosses his arms to his chest, leaning back on his chair with a scoff to his expressions.

"No we didn't."

"Then what happened?"

"It's nothing serious." Tsukishima exclaims making Yamaguchi shrug before grabbing his snack and munching on it.

"Well that's good then. I like Y/N for you." Tsukishima playfully pushes Yamaguchi while his friend laughs knowing he made the taller boy blush.

When practice came to an end, he was expecting a message from you claiming you've gotten home safe, but all he saw was his wallpaper staring back at him, not even a single notification displayed or even a sound indicating a message. Beside him, Yamaguchi sneakily peaks at where Tsukishima was looking and he smiles to himself.

"Looks like somebody's missing Y/N-chan too much." He says earning a scoff from his friend.

"Shut up, I don't miss her."

"Your face says the opposite." But I do miss her, she's just really busy and I won't bother her for it but what if she's not at school? He thinks to himself. Worry rushing to his mind but his pride of messaging her stopped him.

"She's probably busy. Why don't you leave a message for her then?" Tsukishima rolls his eyes before plugging in his headphones that were around his neck.

"Like I didn't thought of that. I got to go." Yamaguchi bids a goodbye to the blonde before riding his own bike, heading home. Tsukishima stayed behind, hands gliding over his phone picking a song for him to listen to since his usual companion wasn't there.

"I like this song, do you have a playlist?" You asked while you walked alongside him. He nods making you smile.

"Can you send me your playlist?" Kei knew it was just a innocent question but it was enough to make his heart triple it's speed.

"No. Low class people like you don't deserve my music taste." He jokes making your remove the shared ear bud and slapping his arm playfully.

"You're a pain in the ass."

"Geez, thanks Y/N."

Once he arrives home, he laid in bed with his phone clutched to his hands, still waiting for the notification sound. The more he hears the annoying ticking of the clock, he unlocks his phone hurriedly before clicking on your contact typing away his anxiousness.

Oi, answer the phone dummie

Minutes turned into hours and soon his message was left on delivered.

I hope she didn't overwork herself. He thinks before wearing his headphones hoping his nerves wash away with every song but with every melody who does he think of?

You.

It was all you. He even wonders if it was healthy to miss a person like this. He opens his phone swiping continuously, gazing at every picture of you two taken from his phone. He'd see the photos of your cute little smile when you two were out on dates, you casually holding his hand, or even pictures with him when his arms were around your waist. He finds himself chuckling at photos you told him to delete but to him they were all adorable. From staring at the ceiling with memories replaying in his head, he falls asleep.

-

For Tsukishima, it was rather weird to step into your school knowing you didn't even expect him to be there.

"Hinata can you shut the fuck up?" Tsukishima groans as he tries to block out the excitement of the tangerine haired boy. Hinata was rambling on about how he was ready to beat the team against them but Kageyama wouldn't shut up as well making the conversation last longer than expected. The bus stops making them all step out, face to face with the Nekoma boys volleyball team.

"I've never seen you in your school uniform before. What school do you even go to again?" Tsukishima asks while you fix your tie. This was the first time he was seeing you after school. He couldn't really ignore the dark colors of your uniform.

"Nekoma High. Did I really not mention it to you?" Tsukishima shakes his head and Y/N giggles. In every date, you disregarded conversations about school since you two always had a nick for talking about songs and movies so it was no surprise the question slipped through his mind.

"I'm sorry I didn't mention it before, my parents went to Nekoma so I'm assuming it was only an obligation for me to follow in their footsteps."

"Following them to be the shortest student in Nekoma then?" Tsukishima teases and you roll your eyes.

"Says the fucking giraffe."

"Oi, say that again."

"A gira-" Tsukishima flicks your forehead with his fingers before walking ahead chuckling to himself before you caught up to him smacking him with your backpack.

He watches as Kuroo and Daichi shake hands, Yamamoto and Tanaka looking like a brawl was bound to happen, and Yamaguchi beside Tsukishma as they both watch the two teams.

"Someone can finally see their girlfriend~" Yamaguchi teases and Tsukishima rolls his eyes before looking around to make sure no one heard Yamaguchi.

"Shut up and lower your fucking voice, she's probably in class anyway."

"What if she watches us then? I bet you'd lose focus huh?" Yamaguchi laughs beside him and Tsukishima smacks the back of his neck playfully making him groan in pain.

"Let's get going everyone!"

-

"Holy shit!"

You stare at your phone with a miss call and message from Tsukishima but you couldn't respond as fast since you woke up late. Staring at the wall beside your bed, you got off your bed immediately and rushed your way into the bathroom to take the fastest shower you can take. Exiting the bathroom and wearing your uniform not even bothering that droplets from you wet hair created a trail around your room as you pack what you needed for school.

You went downstairs and bid goodbye to whoever was in the room and immediately opened the door to reveal your father, impatient with his hand on the steering wheel.

"I'm really sorry!" Your dad chuckles breaking his angry facade as he opens the door for you as you step in panting at how your energy was drained from moving so fast.

"You didn't eat did you?" You shake your head and your father hands you your breakfast. "I saw you passed out on your table I figured you'd be late so I went ahead and bought some." You smile at him, thanking him as he starts the engine and you pray that you weren't late and that you were able to compose yourself for the presentation.

When you made it to school you were already greeted by cold winds and you clutch onto your blouse, irritated that you couldn't bring a jacket but then you remembered a certain boy had your jacket. You decided it was best to find the jacket after your nerve wracking presentation since now you were focused of keeping away the anxiousness that was creeping up on you.

As you walked into the classroom, you were greeted by your also nervous classmates cramming around you asking if you were ready to which you responded too defensively letting your confidence collapse. You desperately wished the teacher would just cancel the presentation or even continue it some other day but she just had to pursue it tdoay and now it was affecting everyone.

"Good morning everyone!"

A voice echoes through the room and you swore you can hear the silent groans from your fellow classmates but a good morning was their response back. Your eyes land on the wall clock above the board and you bit your lip wishing it would all finish alreasy.

"Is everyone ready?"

"Nice kill!" Nishinoya shouts as Tanaka hit another successful spike. Everyone had their guards up especially the Nekoma boys, overwhelmed at Karasunos quick attack from the first year duo. Kenma, observing every teammates and reading the game as he usually does and Kuroo looking as intimidating than usual.

The bell rings and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You place all of your belongings back to your bag and immediately leave the classroom knowing you were freezing to death. The presentation went better than what you expected, not a single stutter in your presence but deep inside you were crumbling with every word you manage to say. The minute you sat down, your heartbeat never came back to its original pace and the sweatiness in your palms didn't go away either but now that the class is officially over, you can finally have a moment to properly breathe.

You wandered around classrooms searching for the quiet setter to retrieve your jacket but he was nowhere in your sight. You assumed it was because he was still in training so you grabbed a snack before walking to the Nekoma gym.

With every walk, the more chills ran up your spine, cursing you were forced to wear a short skirt as a uniform. By the time you've reached the doors of the gym you already wanted to beg for Kenma to give you your jacket.

"Kenma-"

Your voice echoes through the gym as heads turn to your direction. The game to a hault suddenly and a certain pair of wide eyed golden brown eyes were stuck on you. Yamaguchi's eyes land on you before changing his gaze to Tsukishima who had a very obvious surprised state in his expressions. Yamaguchi chuckles as Sugawara looks at the boy.

"Who's that?" Sugawara asks as his curiosity watches you from afar as you make eye contact with your boyfriend, whose heart was picking up a new pace with every second your eyes remain on his.

"Ah Y/N! Come watch-" Kuroos eyes gaze at you and Tsukishima. He wonders if this was what Kenma was talking about, but you've never mentioned a boy like him, especially from a different school and with this assumption in his mind, an idea surfaces to his mind making him smirk.

The game finally resumed and you hear your heartbeat all too loudly as you took a seat watching them. Why is he here? A practice match? Why am I suddenly nervous? You assumed that the reason you felt nervous was because you haven't seen him in a week and you certainly did not expect to meet him like this, especially when Kuroo was there.

Kenma waves at you from where you sat and you awkwardly wave back as Karasuno wonders who you were.

"I bet it's their manager." Tanaka replies as his hands came contact with a ball, receiving it. Daichi glares at him and Tanaka quickly turns his head avoiding his gaze and Kuroo takes another look to where you were, eyeing your worry to a possible member of the opposite team.

The sound of the volleyballs colliding with the floor is a sound you should be used to considering every match Tsukishima has, you have to be there. Now that this was your first match you see him in, it was very unexpected that you came in such a random time. Even if you were late to this match, what mattered to you is that you finally get to see him. You certainly didn't mind watching him in such a focused and skilled state.

Your eyes linger to his teammates, seeing Yamaguchi in the corner and you waved to him and he flat out ignores you and you wonder why. Sugawara turns his attention to you giving you a warm smile before returning to watch the game.

They all look kind, what is Kei even talking about delinquents from-

A loud sound caught you off guard as two Karasuno members shout knowing they've once again succeeded with their quick attack. You turn to see number 9 and 10 as the others compliment them on the move.

Is this what Kei was talking about?

You began to turn your attention to the two watching them play as if every move was planned beforehand, moving in synch with each other. Kuroos confusion now grows as he watches you switch back and forth between 9 and 10. At that moment he wanted to give up in finding the mysterious boyfriend but once a ball suddenly hits a certain player, his assumption was proven to be correct.

"Tsukishima-" You watch as your boyfriend winces when a ball harshly passed to his fingers making Tsukishima look over to you, seeing your face painted with a weary expression. As he reassures his teammates he was okay, a rotation begins and he was face to face with the captain of Nekoma.

"The boyfriend huh?"

Tsukishimas eye's widen at Kuroos words but the second he realizes he was being serious, he lets out a sigh before returning his focus to the game not wanting to disappoint the team.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tsukishima replies before eyeing the ball carefully as Kuroo manages to spike it past him. Tsukishima glares at the captain but Kuroo laughs staring him down.

"Okay then four eyes. You better not be lying to me then." Kuroo says and Tsukishima sighs once more before forgetting the conversation that just happened, desperately wishing your relationship wouldn't be announced in this way.

Despite having to switch back and forth between classes and to the gym, you really wished the practice match ended already. You had no other choice anyway. With every visit to the gym, your eyes were still fixated on Tsukishima. He knows you were staring right at him and the nerves catch up to him the minute you watch him.

Now it's different, finally the practice match came to an end as you went to Kenma, tapping him slightly on the shoulder. He turns to you but another figure comes beside you two.

"Y/N. This is Shoyo." Shoyo excitedly shakes your hand with his and you smile at him and take in his features.

"Are you Hinata?" Shoyo happily nods but his head comes to a tilt when you mentioned his name knowing Kenma didn't exactly introduce him that way.

"Do we know each other? Oh! You're the girl who entered the gym! I'm so sorry I didn't notice you though!" He rambles on and you giggle at him, understanding why Kei was irritated at the small boy.

"Well not really but-"

"Oh Y/N, I forgot here's your jacket. Sorry for keeping it too long." Kenma hands you your jacket and you smile, hugging the fabric close to you.

"Thanks Kenma! I actually wanted to get it from you earlier, I didn't know you were in a match." Kenma nods to you and he signals you to move close to him. You awkwardly obey as he whispers into your ear.

"I think Kuroo knows who your boyfriend is." You chuckle at his words but when you pull away you notice a certain friend was staring down your giant of a boyfriend.

"T-thanks, Kenma." Now, you weren't humiliated of your relationship, what you weren't ready for was Kuroos endless comments on how you've finally settled on a boyfriend.

As Karasuno entered the bus, Tsukishima desperately wanted to stay behind so he can walk you home now that school ended but coach Ukai insisted on training once they were back. You wanted to talk to him but his entire team was caught up with talking to Kuroo and the others and you didn't wanna interrupt. Tsukishima didn't even notice when the teams were all gathered, you were already gone.

But now he's caught a familiar figure with hands stuck to their phone with earphones plugged in with their eyes calmly set ahead of them. Tsukishima stands up with his duffel bag catching the sleepy Yamaguchi off guard as he quickly makes way to his teacher asking if the bus could stop. Takeda questions the tall boy as the rest of the boys woke up slightly wondering if they were at school already.

"Sir please, I promise I'll make my way back to the school for practice. This is um- important." Tsukishima pleads and Takeda nods giving in the boys request.

"Are we here?" Tanaka lazily asks, rubbing his eyes and he watches Tsukishima making his way outside the bus. He was half awake so he mindlessly lifts his duffel bag in his shoulders thinking they've arrived but he watches through the window of Tsukishima catching the attention of a girl. Takeda eyes Tanaka wondering if he was going to leave as well.

"Tanaka?"

"Look Tsukishimas with a girl.. WITH A GIRL?" His scream awakens half the team but they groan and once Nishinoya lays eyes on the pair he was up on his feet, face near the window.

"TSUKISHIMA HAS A GIRLFRIEND- OH WAIT THAT'S THE GIRL FROM THE NEKOMA RIGHT?" Nishinoya shouts and Daichi runs a frustrated hand through his hair, now all the members of the Karasuno volleyball team had their curiosity to the window. Once they saw the girl give a peck to Tsukishimas cheek, they were all wide eyed and interested in what was happening.

"Are you sure she's isn't held hostage?"

"Yo, she looks hot-"

"Oh she's the girl Kenma was talking to!" Hinata exclaims and then they all look at the boy.

"Didn't know she was Tsukishimas g-girlfriend though!" He says and Ukai is confused as to why all the boys were all staring at the window, it's also been three minutes since Tsukishima left and the bus was still not moving. Sugawara looks over to Yamaguchi who had no reaction whatsoever so he nudges him.

"Did you know about this?" Suga asks and it was a moment of silence until Yamaguchi felt a dozen eyes land on him, suddenly feeling like he was gonna faint from how intense Tanaka and Nishinoya was staring at him.

"He- I uh.. m-met her already.." He shyly says earning a scream from the two years as they surround him.

"WHAT OTHER SECRETS DO YOU HIDE FROM US?"

"THIS IS BETRAYAL!"

They scream and Suga and Asahi laugh at the two years but smile as they watch Tsukishima walk with the girl, hands together with the afternoon sunlight shining on them.

"Let them be everyone. Sorry about that sir, we can go home now. " Daichi says and Tanaka and Nishinoya finally left Yamaguchi. Before the bus moves, Tanaka decides to bring up a plan for the blonde boy.

The trip finally resumes and once the couple was in their sight again, casually laughing, Tanaka opens the window with a goofy grin on his face along with his partner Nishinoya as the rest of the team open the window ready to tease the poor boy.

"HEY! I'M TANAKA! IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU TSUKISHIMAS GIRLFRIEND!"

"I'M THE LIBERO NISHINOYA!"

"I'm Sugawara!"

"Daichi."

"Asahi!"

"IT'S HINATA AGAIN! FROM EARLIER-"

"I'm Kageyama."

You didn't really understand why the Karasuno team was introducing themselves to you, especially when you were on the walk with your boyfriend who has been blushing the entire time, badly wanting for the earth to swallow him.

"I'm Y/N! H-hello!" You say with a giggle, laughing at Tsukishimas expression and he walks ahead, hands to his pockets with head low as you catch up to him with the bus still slowly following you two.

"YOU'VE GONE SOFT YOU BEANPOLE TAKE THAT HA!" Hinata screams and once Tsukishima hears his voice, his head snaps looking at Hinata before Hinata grabs onto Tanakas jacket tugging on it and yelling for someone to drive and leave now. Before Tsukishima can even run to him the bus drives off leaving a very happy Hinata and an embrassaed boy.

You link arms with him again, still laughing at what he just had to go through. Tsukishima hides his face from you and you pull his hand making him stop as you stood in front of him with that gorgeous smile he adores.

"Kei, seriously they're gone. Stop blushing already." You say making Tsukishima drop your hand as he walks ahead making you shake your head before chuckling.

"I'm not blushing, dumbass." He says stubbornly and you pull him by the hand again bringing him close to you. You were 5'7 so it was enough for you to place your delicate hands to his warm cheeks and before he can respond you've placed your lips onto his for the first time, and you can sense how shocked he was. You pull away with a cheeky smile as you walk ahead of him while he was still in deep thought of what just happened. He couldn't really put into words how his heart practically went in loops at the gesture.

If this is what he receives after days of not being with you, then maybe he'd consider being clingy.

"Huh, first time you've got nothing to say." You teased as you continue to walk laughing at the impact your kiss hand on him. He looks at you before a smile creeps on his lips, then catches up to you pulling you by your waist and now he was standing in front of you, his figure towering over yours.

"Oi, you think you can just pull a stunt like that pipsqueak?" You happily nod as he lowers his head making you roll your eyes knowing this was his gesture when he was ready to throw some insults.

But instead of an insult, all you got was a pair of lips on yours before it vanished before you, the blonde pulling away from the peck as he flicks your forehead like he always does, with his fingers dragging you out of the daze.

"Are you coming with me or not?"

".. of course I am, Kei."

"Good cause it looked like you wanted something else-"

"TSUKISHIMA!"

BONUS:

When he walks back to Karasunos gym, he was greeted by his teammates standing in front of him all lined up, as he lowers his head, Yamaguchi laughing silently at his friends embarassment.

".. yes she's my girlfriend-"

Then the sound of chaotic screams and endless questions has begun.

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[eideticmemory]

GOOD | SPENCER REID

Description: Mindless smut. A detailed account of you and Spencer’s first time.

Word Count: 1,931

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Graphic sexual intercourse, oral.

Sex wasn’t good until you met Spencer. You had to give credit where credit was due, and Spencer had earned it. From that first night the two of you stumbled into your apartment, giggling, happy, and holding each other close, it’s been a wrap. Spencer placed his hands on your face, leaned in and pulled you into the deepest kiss of your life. It made you so weak in the knees, to the point you nearly dropped to the ground. But he caught you. He caught you by your waist and pulled you up, his hand dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Your finger tips traced his collarbone, gently and slowly, as you broke the kiss. You tasted him on your lips, your tongue poking out to lick his saliva off of mouth.

You drew in a deep breath, pressed your forehead to his and shook your head. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Spencer Reid.”

He gulped. So loud you could hear the sound, and feel his hands shaking against your waist. “Take me to the bedroom,” he whispered. “Please?”

And you did. Best decision you’d ever made, if you must say so. Right up there with landing this man as your boyfriend. He was gentle, nervous, wanted you to feel good. Mission accomplished. From the kisses on your neck, to the kisses on your breast, everything was so, so good. He hooked his fingers in your dress, in your bra, pulled it down, and wrapped his lips around your nipple in this soft suction that made your jaw drop. His hand pressed into your back as you straddled him, your hips moving in this real steady groove against his crotch. You ran your hand through his hair, unable to keep your eyes off him, his lips trailing to your other breast where he sucked on the skin.

“F-fuck,” you moaned. “Feel like I could come from this alone.”

He pulled away, licking his lips and then looking up at you. The pressure of his fingers replaced his mouth, his digits holding your nipple between them. “There actually is evidence that females can experience orgasms from nipple stimulation alone if done correctly, since it does activate the same areas of the brain as stimulation of the clitoris.”

“Hm, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” You hummed, earning a great, big Spencer smile. You leaned in, your arms outstretched on his shoulders, and gave him a soft kiss. It didn’t stay soft very long. Soon, tongues were involved. Your hands were sliding under his shirt and you could feel his heart pounding under your palm. He laid back against your stack of pillows, hands finding their way to your face once again. You sat back, with his gaze solely focused on you, as you pushed yourself to your knees and slid your dress off.

“Oh, wow,” he murmured. His fingertips reached out to touch your stomach, trailing down to your panties where he played with the lace hem. You kept yourself focused on his face - the pure amazement, the pure love. And then you were very, very, very caught off guard by the rubbing on your clit. You let out a squeal, a pip, a squeak. A mixture of a gasp in there.

Spencer’s other hand held onto the back of your neck, his body now pressed to yours as his fingers worked their magic. “Good?”

“So, so good. Fuck.” You replied, your chest heaving at the sensation.

A look of pride adorned his face, and he continued his slow circles until your head tipped back. Then, he slowly removed his hand from your underwear, ran his fingers up to your navel, your chest, your chin and finally, your mouth. On instinct, you parted your lips and let his fingers in. They were big, long. They reached the back of your throat and you pursed your lips around them, sucking with enough force to earn a quiet moan from Spencer, who watched you intently.

“Oh, wow,” he repeated.

You chuckled, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, allowing his fingers to glide off. You moved in to kiss him again, and this time, you ended up on the bed, back against the pillows. Spencer’s body now laid between your legs and his erection pressed into your core just begging to be released.

“C-clothes,” you huffed. “Off. Off.” You’d suddenly forgotten how to speak. He got the gist though. He allowed you to help him pull his shirt off, and to watch as he undid his pants. His bulge popped out before his pants could fully be removed, teasing you, taunting you. There was absolutely too much space in between to two of you at that moment, so you pounced on him. You climbed in his lap and pushed him back onto the mattress, his feet now at the head of the bed. Leaning in, you grazed your lips against his, “Can I suck you off?”

His eyes went wide, his chest leaping up and down, his face flushed. “Y-y-you don’t .. even have to ask.”

You smiled and kissed his nose, then his jaw, then his neck, until your made way to his chest and began to kiss down his body. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you, literally pinching his torso to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Nope, definitely awake. He was definitely awake and you were definitely taking his boxers off. He was definitely awake and definitely in your mouth.

He let out a strangled moan, throwing his head back and gasping for air. “Sh-sh-“ he wanted to swear, but it wasn’t like Spencer to do so very openly, so he bit his lip. He trained his eyes on you once again, as you focused on taking him to the back of your throat and slowly drawing your lips off of him. His whole chest lit up red like christmas lights, heat flowing through every vein in his body. You got a nice rhythm going, so nice that Spencer’s body had started to shake and jolt at the slightest of movement.

“Ah,” he moaned. “A-ah, ah, ah, okay. Okay, [y/n], stop, please, stop, shit.”

So, you did. But not without giving him a sly smirk from between his legs. He shook his head at you with a roll of his eyes and widened his arms. You immediately jumped into them, arms around his waist and lips on his. He eagerly pushed your panties down your legs, you working quickly to remove your bra. Both wound up on the floor and you wound up on your back with Spencer staring down at you. He stood beside the bed, his boner in his grasp and lined up at your entrance. He gave you a look, and you found yourself nodding before he could even ask. With your legs on his shoulders, he placed his tip against your opening, running it over your slit slowly and creating a quiet, sticky noise.

“God,” you laughed. “I’m a river.”

“Yeah,” was all he said, too entranced by the sight below him to respond. His large hands held onto your thighs and slowly, gently, he pressed into you. You’d never felt so full so immediately, his size stretched you out like nothing before. You drew in a breath, gripping onto the bedsheets and going cross eyed. Your toes curled upon the impact of his hips on yours, the tip of his dick practically in your stomach. You finally released your breath, looking up him as you bit your lip.

Spencer’s eyes were closed, his head tilted down, his jaw agape. “Oh, my God,” he groaned. That being said, he tightened his grip on your legs and went to work. His whole body tensed as he slammed into you, his eyes screwed shut and his hips thrusting with every bit of strength he had. It took you by surprise, the pleasure of him drilling into your soul hitting you over and over. You called out his name, “Spencer, fuck. Spencer.”

This encouraged him, and so, he sped up. His bottom lip now pulled between his teeth, he stifled his loud groans. His face contorted in multiple expressions - concentration, tension, ecstasy. And you just watched him, watched him pound into you, watched him clench his teeth together, throw his head back. He was so beautiful covered in sweat and pleasure. Little noises trailed out of his mouth and into the air, louder ones when he looked at you. His eyes held your gaze for a few intense moments before shifting down between your legs. He used his thumb to rub your clit and you fell back against the bed, gasping. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” You moaned, arching your back.

“Just .. wanna .. make you come.” He grunted, his hips and his thumb working in unision to bring you to the edge.

“Keep going,” you pleaded. “Keep going, keep going, keep going.”

So, he did. He pressed into your clit with more pressure, sped up his hips, adjusted his angle and you could barely handle it. You felt your body crumbling and you felt him watching you, even though your eyes were closed.

“Sp-Spencer,” you called. “Spencer, I, Oh, my God.”

It built, and built, and built. And like a bucket tipping over, it was a drizzle and then a flood. Your thighs squeezed together, your back arched towards the ceiling, your mouth dropped into a big ‘o’ shape and you tightened around Spencer cock, which had stilled inside you. Everything around you went blank, blurry, you held onto the bedsheets for dear life. All you could do was ride it out. So, so, so good.

“Fuck.” Was the only way to describe it.

When you returned to earth, Spencer was staring at you, completely mesmerized. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, licking your lips and panting. “Thank you,” you said, grinning.

He smiled, leaned down to press his body to yours, “Your welcome.” Then he was back at it. He moved slowly, but it still overwhelmed you, little shivers crossing over your body.

“You okay?” he asked.

“More than okay.”

He kissed your cheek and got the rhythm back in his hips, your chests rubbing against each other’s with every thrust. You could feel him getting weaker, coming undone, and you just held him. Kissed his neck. Told him you loved him. And that sent him through the roof. He released the most beautiful groans with his final few thrusts, before pulling out of you and jerking himself off.

You moved quickly, hopping off of the bed and landing on your knees in front of him.

“Wait, wait, [y/n], you don’t have to, ah! Ah, ah, ah, oh!” As soon as he was in your mouth, he was filling it up, moaning and groaning as you hummed against him. You pulled back, swallowing everything he gave you and rising to your feet. You sighed happily and fell back onto the bed, smiling like an idiot.

Spencer took his place beside you, pulling you onto his chest to cuddle.

“Phew,” you sighed. “That was a workout.”

“Sex does actually count as a physical activity. It can burn just as much calories as running a mile.”

You grinned, “Spence, I, uh, forgot to tell you,” you looked up at him. “I’m trying to lose weight.”

And you were lost in his lips again, ready to brace a long and perfect night. Sex wasn’t good until you met Spencer. But when it was good, it was perfect.

#i just felt like writing smut #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid/reader #spencer reidxreader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #mine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

[emersonfreepress]

What would the ro's be like in a zombie au?

whyyyyy anon whyyy. I'm actually gonna write this in like.. slightly different terms, you'll see. any time I even briefly think of a zombie au I'm just like

I WANNA WRITE IT SO BADDD

i don't even allow myself to entertain it for very long because getting into that would be the worst thing ever for my productivity with the alpha omg 😂😂 so I'll put like the ideas that pop into my head for writing a zombie au, to work some of that creative frustration out 😆

so in this very general, absolutely noncommittal idea of mine, the main cast are older and the setting is in and around a civilian settlement led by the Emersons.

and as a refresher, i like my zombie aus to have fast zombies and fast infections ^ ^ 28 Days Later/Train to Busan style babyyyy, we the Sprinting Dead up in this bitch 😆

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Gabe is, predictably, looking for what's left of his family. Following rumors of safe havens and bunkers and such. Starts the story as someone who tries to be diplomatic, if not outright pacifist, but as times get tougher and resources dwindle, he'd become one of the most cutthroat motherfuckers in the wasteland. Low-key though, low-key. People won't trust you if they know you’re capable of throwing them to a horde for strategic reasons. Like if Rick turned into Shane (for those of us familiar with early Walking Dead--idk did that happen eventually? i gave up before we even met Negan lol). The end justifies the means :) Damn, I can legit see Gabe going full evil in a zombie au omg 😂😂 i want to write it so fucking bad

Preferred weapon for zed encounters: rifle

Preferred weapon for human encounters: handgun

Faith in humanity: fucking zero

Zombie kill count: plenty; the type to kill every zombie he has spare ammo and time for

Human kill policy: When it benefits him or the people he’s looking after

Survival rating: B+; he can make it out of some pretty dire situations through sheer will to live and ruthlessness

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Kile has arrived--clearly, this is the timeline they belong in. They start their journey with Gabe (and their doggo) and stick to him like glue, even reluctantly so when Gabe eventually has them join the settlement. This can only go one way, though: Kile's just too much of a wildcard for the group and hates being told what to do. (Especially now that society has fallen, wtf) They'd make their exit alone and unannounced aside from a brief head’s up to Gabe. It's slightly bittersweet, but also? They get to loot and hunt and sneak around and kill fucking zombies, all by themself. Kile is a loner, a hiker, and a hunter to begin with so they do beyond fine on their own. However, once the inevitable violent human threat comes for the settlement, Gabe is sent out to convince Kile to come out of isolation, just this once please, to be the camp’s super soldier help defend the camp.

Zed weapon: p much anything they can get their hands on, ranged or melee, blunt or sharp, w/e; improvised weapons

Human weapon: hunting knife

Faith in humanity: never had any to begin with

Zombie kill count: lol infinite?? any zed they come across is double-dead if they have the time for it

Human kill policy: at Gabe’s direction or when provoked enough/threatened

Survival rating: A-; they trust no one, live in isolation, and prioritize survival above all else. only reason it’s not higher is they would risk their life for Gabe or their furbaby and also... their own Rambo-esque antics def attracts the occasional horde lmao

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Jack... this poor boy, he doesn't deserve a zombie au 😂 He's one of those people that first believes zombies are just sick people, too squeamish to keep up with TV news coverage at the onset and too upset to consider anything else. He'd hunker down at home, staying holed up even while his neighbors evacuated, and probably be discovered while the main group is looting the same place as him. When people try to tell him the real state of the world, he'd be in denial until he absolutely couldn't be anymore. idk, probably after Kile shooting a bunch of non-lethal holes thru a zombie to make a point (attracting more in the process lol).

He’d almost immediately join the medical team at the settlement and as word spreads about how easy he is to talk to, he quickly becomes the literal on-site therapist. It's a role he embraces but... idk if it's an emotional burden he can bear. He's very emotionally resilient! But he ain't a professional lol imagine a whole settlement of traumatized zombie survivors seeking you out for counseling, yikes. He also can't say no to a person in need, so instead he quietly spirals into a very private depression while continuing to help others!!

Zed weapon: Oh gosh, do I really have to?

Human weapon: ...Kindness?

Faith in humanity: Unrealistically high

Zombie kill count: Single digit

Human kill policy: Not ever, unless completely unavoidable and to defend the defenseless

Survival rating: C...? idk, that feels generous. D+. To be protected at all costs!!

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Jessie also had the initial reaction of hoping zombies could be saved, but she woke up from that dream swiftly. The science-minded person that she is, esp with her interest in biology, leaves her determined to find anybody who's got the intellect, expertise, and resources to start doing actual work toward a treatment, cure, vaccine—anything. Nothing would get her to finally unabashedly embrace her love of science (and innate leadership skills!!) faster than a zombie apocalypse! In fact, it’s thanks to her that the Emerson settlement’s got a small but growing team of scientists doing as much research as humanly possible to best educate the others on the outbreak and zombie behavior. Def no zombie experimentation going on though lol. ...Not yet, at least.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: rifle

Faith in humanity: High! We’ll find a solution! Don’t give up hope!

Zombie kill count: Double digits, but less than 30

Human kill policy: Only in unavoidable self-defense or defense of others

Survival rating: B! She has experience with ranged weapons, farming and gardening skills, first aid, camping experience, and a can-do attitude with a healthy dose of realism!

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Rain remains cargo as I said in the last post about this 😆 They'd be very good for keeping clothes repaired and making useful modifications in the settlement, but their life up to this point has been very sheltered and privileged. We're talking somebody with a chauffeur and a personal chef before the outbreak! They would contribute to quality of life and homemaking efforts more than anything—an overlooked aspect of these scenarios tbh! After as many months of dragging their feet as possible and being nigh impossible to track down when you need them, they eventually become involved in meal planning and even help out with medical stuff if they're asked.

Zed weapon: how do you reload this thing again?

Human weapon: switchblade or other concealable sharp-pointy

Faith in humanity: Very low

Zombie kill count: 0! Can you believe it!

Human kill policy: Well if it’s you or me, of course I’m choosing me.

Survival rating: C. Being so tiny helps them find good hiding spots and their self-preservation is high enough to keep them from unnecessary risk-taking. Plus they're very stealthy! Self-defense is a major issue though, so hiding is always their best option.

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Rupan/Rohan scouts for and leads scavenging missions and is Curt's right hand on the recruitment team. The two of them together are the perfect combo of diplomacy, debate, and deception--although R is more honorable about the last one and will only deceive for strategic reasons. When they aren’t looting and recruiting, they’re doing peacekeeping inside the settlement. Most social disputes end up getting brought to them for mediation and they’re pretty dang good at making and enforcing calls. One day they’ll wake up to realize they’ve basically become a sheriff and feel the need to puke their guts up and do something, anything, to reassure themself they’re still punk 😂

Zed weapon: SMG

Human weapon: shotgun

Faith in humanity: Believes in fundamental goodness but knows better than to trust first impressions

Zombie kill count: decent, more than 40; you won’t catch them having a field day tho, they’re trying to gtfo of most zed situations

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. And they aren’t, at all, immune to a revenge rampage either...

Survival rating: B-. Can handle themself both with humans and zeds but is vulnerable to hostage situations and truly difficult sentimental/interpersonal decisions!

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Vivian/Vincent manages inventory and stock and they run it so efficiently it’s scary! They're the perfect pick: a hawk-eyed tyrant and tattletale 😂 Despite constantly butting heads with just about everyone on every imaginable thing, they quickly become an important part of the inner circle of decision-makers for the settlement at large. Terrible at stealth, jumpy, and squeamish at the sight of blood and gore, they literally never go on missions unless they're 100% needed for their expertise on a supply run. (They would deny all of these shortcomings are that big a problem, meanwhile R is definitely acting as their bodyguard lol.) When they do tag along, they're prone to becoming the damsel in distress. Seriously, it happens near every fucking time. It's like they just attract only the most improbable and perilous zombie attacks and hostage situations 😆

Zed weapon: shotgun

Human weapon: handgun

Faith in humanity: Medium; seeing people work together at the settlement helps restore it a bit

Zombie kill count: Double digits, under 25

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. Well, no, not by me! Get one of the ruffians to do it!

Survival rating: C-. They’d be higher if they weren’t such natural zombie bait.

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Heidi is running the settlement, well-organized to the degree of actually managing to bring bureaucracy to a post-zombie apocalypse settlement 😂 People are free to come and go, but getting in if you don't live there requires trading something of value (fuel, med supplies, food, etc), temporary surrender and registry of firearms and explosives, and you gotta GTFO at the time and date specified upon entry! You can stay long-term if you contribute to the community in a tangible way—and each person admitted is approved by Heidi personally. Yes, every individual. No, she has no free time. And she is not known to be lenient with rule breakers—you want rule bending, you’ll have to go to Curt for that. People kind of hate her, but it can't be denied that she runs a tight ship. She kind of throws herself into the work to avoid the harsher reality at large and hasn't left the settlement in a long time. She's out of touch with how bad things have gotten in the wastes, but she knows better than to take reports at anything less than face value--even when she's skeptical.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: handgun; dagger

Faith in humanity: Medium. It fluctuates, honestly

Zombie kill count: Double digits, less than 20

Human kill policy: Violent threats must be taken out if they can’t be reasoned with. Spare those who surrender, eradicate those who don't, keep an eye on the newbies. Not tryin’ to nurse any vendettas around here lol

Survival rating: B. She's good with a firearm, masterful at persuasion, and savvy enough to calculate risks appropriately. Also far tougher than her prim exterior and demeanor suggests!

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Curt leads the recruitment and reconnaissance teams! When a new person or group shows up in the area, Curt's the one who stalks watches them, decides if they're worth approaching, and if they should be approached with an invitation, a simple acknowledgment/announcement of their presence, or an outright armed warning to leave the area. He also keeps tabs on morale and general confidence inside the settlement, alongside R. When he isn’t leading those efforts, though, he’s flirting with settlers and squirreling his way out of manual labor and other chores. He’s also secretly growing weed at his place--don’t tell Heidi or Vi ‘cause they’ll wanna yell at him and ration it UGH.

Zed weapon: SMG, explosives

Human weapon: handgun, dagger

Faith in humanity: Pft, sorry, what now?

Zombie kill count: ...way more than you’d expect

Human kill policy: I don’t start confrontations, but I sure as fuck end them.

Survival rating: A! He’s good at playing hapless idiot when it suits him to be underestimated, good with firearms, and capable of being ruthless and decisive in life or death situations! Plus he has no qualms about ditching the settlement if he decides it’s not working out for him. Just don’t tell Heidi lol

#the rest are under the cuuuut #had to stop myself from writing too much SEVERAL times #love me a zombie apocalypse #lovely anon #answered #ROs #whoops got carried away lol #spent most of my work day finally finishing this ask because VIVA PROCRASTINATION #someone help ._. #phew #feels good to finally get it out of my system tho #now I can promptly never ever write it 😂 #AUs #fave #scenarios

[anfie-in-the-box]

Fragments of Shattered Dreams Hurt So Much (But You’re the Only One I Need to Heal)

Fragment Eight, Where Never Being The Same Again Is Exactly What It Means to Be Alive

Dream has failed. It just keeps happening, again, and again, and again, and again, and nothing seems to be able to break the vicious circle. Makes one wonder whether things would’ve been better if Dream hadn’t been a sentient being from the very beginning. Only that would mean that neither should his brother have been created the way he was… Dream cannot stand such thoughts. Unacceptable. Inexcusable.

That therefore leaves Dream being… well, himself. Neither a human nor a monster (even though he looks like one), but a person nevertheless. So Dream has been a person since the very beginning, and especially ever since he’d got a soul. So Dream has his own feelings, desires, and fears. So he’s got every right to be in pain. So it’s okay for him to wish to never ever be alone again, and also to be saved. So he can make mistakes. So he’s able to… make amends?.. Is it really possible for all the damage to be undone?

Cross was the first to see the real Dream. Cross had been looking past his aura and right at him way before Dream could even think of such a concept. It would be foolish not to admit that Cross has seen Dream at his weakest. At his worst, too. Yet here Cross is, yelling desperately, “I don’t wanna hurt you!!”, even when the stakes are high as ever once again; saying “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…”, even though he’s on the verge of fainting from injuries and pain that Dream has caused. Surely Cross will understand, when he wakes up, that Dream’s “If only you could!” has never meant his strength and supremacy — quite the opposite, that Dream realizes only now. These words of his have only proved more how fragile and broken Dream is and how badly he needs help. In the end, Dream’s been crying for someone to save him even in his rage, even when this blind, uncontrollable force has got the best of him. Surely Cross will see it, too. After all, he’s so good at seeing Dream, getting better and better at it somehow… Filled with determination, too. In a way, not exactly a monster, not with a soul like his. It makes the two of them, outsiders, weirdos… unique creatures.

Just Cross, who decided to devote his life to Dream whatever happens.

Just Dream, who never could have thought that there is such a thing as ‘just himself’; who is scared, hurt, and dying; who simply wants all this suffering to end somehow, anyhow.

There is just Dream, who from now on recognizes his own desires, intentions… dreams. And that Dream wants his brother to be safe. That Dream also wants Cross to stay in what little is left of his life.

That Dream decisively puts a ring on his finger, accepting not only Cross’ feelings, but his very own, too.

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Credits:

Undertale © Toby Fox

Dreamtale © jokublog

Cross © jakei95 / xtaleunderverse

Shattered!Dream © shattereddreamsau

Dark Cream © zu-is-here

Read it on ao3

Read Russian version on ficbook or fanficus

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Notes

Stars, what an experience. I had no idea how to do this, how to convey Dream’s mental path from "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." to that gentle smile when Cross wakes up and wearing his ring at last. Then it crushed on me (insert joke about Coraline crossover fic), I just had to be fast enough to write everything down. Hope I did well enough. ... @zu-is-here, what do you think? If anybody else has something to say, it's always welcome and appreciated, too!

But let's get to the point. R e f e r e n c e s ✨

(also just notes, I'm surprisingly talkative today)

Casual reminder that comic's eighth chapter is called "Never be the same again". I wanted to say that it's alright, and I'm really glad I have a chance to do so. That's how life is. One of my favourite writer's books ends with wonderful and very accurate words (my translation, since the book is in Russian): "All of us always leave forever. It is impossible to return, for it is always someone else who returns instead of us; the problem is that nobody gets it." Just. Yes. Life is change. It is okay to never be the same again.

"whether things would have been better if Dream hadn't been a sentient being..." That's pretty much how villagers saw him, from my point of view. Not a person, just a function.

Fortunately, Dream loves his brother. And he's not alone.

And I love Dream realizing that he is a person. His own person with his own feelings and all that. I've been looking forward to writing this part.

Everything Dream and Cross say is quoted from "Never be the same again".

Fun fact: the more I look at the panels where Dreams laughs and shouts "If only you could!", the more I see fear and helplessness and despair instead of arrogance and wrath. I don't know if I'm right, that's just how personally I see it.

Also I've been waiting to write that parallel about Cross not exactly being a monster, just like Dream. I've been thinking about it for quite some time now, and finally! It's perfect, honestly. Nightmare and Dream are absolutely unique creatures, but so are Killer and Cross, who were monsters, right, but are they now, really? With these souls? With amounts of determination no monster could ever stand? I don't think so, though it's fine to have a different opinion.

I'm kind of sort of referring to some asks about the eighth chapter?.. Especially those regarding reasons why Dream doesn’t want to worry about his feelings, and why he rejected Cross' proposal. Also about "Save me one more time until I..." The way I see it, loosing control means dying. Dream is painfully aware of how little time he's got left. Lucky us, we know better!

I believe that's all?.. Never can be entirely sure.

As usual, thank you for reading, take care, and stay tuned for more!

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[purplesurveys]

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survey by nadine07

Where were you three hours ago? Was passed out on the living room couch and probably dreaming away, lmao.

Were you with anyone? Both my dogs were in the living room with me, if that counts.

Have you had anything alcoholic in the last 24 hours? Hmm, I’m trying to remember but I don’t think so. I went outside to eat, but I doubt they put any alcohol in my meal since I literally had a truffle-based pasta. No plans to drink this weekend, either.

Are you wearing shoes right now? Nope, I’m always barefoot around the house.

How long have you known your 1st phone contact? At least since the 6th grade cos I think that’s when she had transferred to my school.

Are they a relative? Nope, I went to school with her. We were seatmates for a while in sophomore year and that’s when I was able to see how talented she was at drawing and painting. She ended up transferring to UP as well after getting accepted to the fine arts program so we got to be collegemates as well, though I don’t really remember what university she initially got admitted to.

Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Yeah, because I’m a dumb fuck when it comes to these things. I WILL SAY though that I’ll be so much kinder to myself should this ever happen, and no longer tolerate her bullshit and emotional/mental abuse under the guise of ~unconditional love. There’ll be a lot of shit she’ll have to pick up and fix, and I wouldn’t get back with her unless she acknowledges her mistakes and seek to correct them.

Would you ever go skinny dipping with the last person who commented you? That would be Leigh, and no. Idk if I’ve shared this or if this has ever come up on a survey but Andi actually once asked me if I’d like to be a part of a threesome with them and Leigh, and I just had to immediately decline because I view Leigh as a younger sister more than anything and I can’t bear to see her all naked loooool.

When was the last time you saw a movie in theaters? December 2019.

When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? I think the morning of New Year’s Eve. I was already starting my healing process by then and the holidays were getting me feeling kind of peaceful, so I sent her a few voice notes thanking her for the year that was but giving her a heads-up that I might not talk to her for a while, because I realized I was starting to get happier on the days I didn’t force conversation with her.

I honestly thought ‘a while’ would only take a couple of weeks, but I’ve since gotten used without her presence and it’s been 3 1/2 months since our final encounter; and I think it will stay this way now.

Has anyone called you beautiful today? No.

Are you still friends with the last person who broke your trust? That would be JM, and yeah. I find him ridiculous for lying to our faces about joining a fraternity in law school (frats are a big yuck where I live because of their toxic hazing and misogynist culture), but I mean I still sort of understand why he had to do it - obviously not for the above reason, but for the perks and support that usually come with joining frats. From now on I’ll always see him as someone who can smoothly lie to my face, though.

Does drama seem to follow you everywhere? No. I would hate that lol, that would just be too much to handle.

Do you feel like anyone is playing mind games with you right now? No.

How would you feel if your best friend hooked up with your ex? I think my literal first reaction would be to laugh out of sheer disbelief, and then proceed to call her stupid for cheating and for choosing to cheat with her. After that’s died down, I think I’d mostly feel disappointed and betrayed.

How long did your last relationship last? The stint lasted 4 years, but we were technically together for 6 years if we’re counting the whole on/off thing.

If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? No. That’s what I had thought and they left. I’ve stopped trusting my feelings about these things anymore, and will assume anyone is capable of leaving.

Does it make you uncomfortable to talk on the phone around people? I just don’t want to be loud enough that I’m almost screaming around other people, but I can’t always monitor that since I have to concentrate on what I’m hearing on the other line.

Would you rather be 10 years older or 10 years younger? Probably 10 years older so that I can see into my future.

Have you ever kissed someone the same night your met them? No.

Do you bite your fingernails? Occasionally. I pick at them more frequently.

Would you consider yourself very flexible? Nah. Like I said on a previous survey, I can’t even reach my toes either while standing up or stretching on the floor.

Do you embarrass easily? Yeah.

Have you ever tried to talk your way out of getting a ticket? Yup. It’s happened twice; one of the occasions I was able to handle by myself and the other time Gab had to step in to talk to the officer because he was adamant about the ticket and I had started crying.

Did it work? Yes, both times. I’ve only been issued a ticket once, from this annoying grumpy officer in Alabang.

Have you ever been banned from anywhere? Trying to remember if I have been, but I don’t think so.

Do you have a ringtone or do you leave your phone on vibrate? The important messaging apps are on vibrate. I’ve turned off notifications for some apps and I have just the silent banner notifications for others.

What was the last thing you drank from a mug? I’m drinking coffee from one right now.

Has your #1 ever seen you naked?

Does your #2 know your deepest secret?

Will your #3 repost this?

Does your #4 smoke?

Were you born in the 90's? Yes, but by the end of it so I never considered myself a 90s kid.

When was the last time you paid less than $1 for something? The parking fee in Feliz.

Have you loaned anything out to anyone recently? Nope.

Are any of your siblings married? None of us are.

Who was the last person to spend the night with you at your house? Gabie.

How many different picture ids do you have in your wallet? Just my driver’s license and TIN ID.

Do you have a hard time making decisions? Depends on the weight of the decision. The heavier it is, the more I seek out friends who can provide fresh perspectives.

Has anyone kissed you when you weren't expecting it? Idk, Gabie probably snuck in some surprise ones a few times. IBetween the two of us I was more likely to do so, though.

Did you like it? If she did then I probably did during that time.

Who was your date to senior prom? We have junior prom, not senior prom. I just bought my favorite cousin since I had no interest in boys and was still learning how to make guy friends at that point.

Does your dad smoke? No, he’s never tried.

Is your mom over 50? She is turning 50 this year, but not until September.

Do you want to get married? It would be nice to experience it.

Have kids? Yes.

Are there any movies coming out you wanna see? Not that I know of. There are movies I do want to see, but they’ve already come out, like Ammonite and I Care A Lot.

Do you ever feel like you're leading a double life? No.

Do you have any plans to get a new tattoo or piercing? Tattoo, yeah. I’m just super chill about said plan and am not really in a hurry about it. I’ve yet to think of a design and where on my body to place it.

Do you know anyone named Christine? I know several people named Christine but they go by a nickname, like Tin.

Do you know anyone who's biracial? Sure, I went to high school with a couple of girls who are both half-brown and half-white as they both have European dads. I believe one of them is part German while the other girl is part Swiss.

Do you know anyone who works at Walmart? I don’t think so. I know my aunts who live in the US will occasionally shop there though, hahaha.

Has the last person you rode in a car with seen you in your underwear? I mean yeah, as a baby and as a young kid (it was my mom).

Are black bras sexy? They can be, sure.

Spell your full name without 'C','I','R', or 'Y': Obn.

Open the nearest book, turn to page 11, and type the first sentence: I’m at a Starbucks rn and didn’t bring any books with me.

Are you currently listening to anything? There’s jazz music faintly playing at the moment.

Would you ever consider getting breast implants? Before I definitely used to, when people still liked to make fun of small boobs. Nowadays I don’t feel the need to anymore.

If you could spend 30 minutes with someone who's gone, who would you pick? I’d probably pick my great-grandpa over my grandpa. I never met the former; and if I only had 30 minutes with my grandpa (who I did grow up with) I think it would just fuck with me psychologically.

Are you on birth control? Nopes.

Do you know anyone who is bisexual? Lots.

Would you walk into Walmart naked for $10,000? Yes.

Does anyone call you babe? No.

Do you hate it when people try to play with your hair? If I’m not close enough to them I would feel bothered, yes.

Who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? I think I had just told Sofie then.

Were you in a relationship 6 months ago? Yeah but it was cracking and it was cracking fast. It’ll be hitting 6 months this March, actually.

Are you still with that person? No.

Are you the kind of person who has crazy mood swings? No. This happens to my mom and I hate it very much, so I try to watch my actions and not switch rapidly between different moods.

This is question 69...so have you ;)? Sure.

How long is it until your birthday? Around a month and a couple of weeks.

#survey #surveys

[drabblesaf]

Watermelon Sugar - Mieczysław Stilinski Imagine

REQUESTED: No, but I haven’t written for a while and I wanted to get back into it - and what better way to do so than combine two of my faves?

WARNINGS: Mentions of smut (implied), alcohol (they’re about 19/20 in this one - don’t drink underage kids!)

SUMMARY: After a one night stand with Stiles turns into many one night stands in a row, you begin to question your relationship with Stiles, and the euphoric high he puts you on.

NOTES: Whoaaaa, she’s back!

Yes, finally I’ve gained the motivation to write again, after being back at uni for about 4 months or so. Semester 1 of my second year has absolutely flown by, but I still missed Stiles throughout all of that.

Also, Harry Styles released new music, and I got inspired by that! (As well as a scenario that legitimately happened while I was at uni - we love drawing on IRL experiences for our writing! <3)

Anyways, thank you guys for sticking with me even though I haven’t been writing any new content for a while, I love getting notifications from you all still about new likes and reblogs on my stories! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin' And it sounds just like a song I want more berries and that summer feelin' It's so wonderful and warm

His lips on mine, heavy breathing. This had become standard practice for me and Stiles at any event we’d go to together with our friends, which would usually end up at a local club as we had grown up and started attending college. The first time was completely unexpected, happening just as we were drunkenly walking home together. His lips tasted like the whiskey he had been consuming that evening, and his honey brown eyes fought to remain locked on mine as we got to my door, him steadying my hand as I unlock my door.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he exhaled, lips smashing into my own once more as soon as the door was open.

“Says you, deciding to make out with me completely out of the blue Stilinski. Fuck, didn’t realise you ever wanted me in that way,” I mumbled as he pinned me back to my door, kissing me passionately as he did so.

We broke apart momentarily, and he moved some hair out of my face, looking at me softly before he said, “Mind if I stay the night?”

Breathe me in, breathe me out I don't know if I could ever go without I'm just thinking out loud I don't know if I could ever go without

That was a few months ago, and only a month or so after we’d met for the first time. We’d spent a couple of nights together as students usually tend to do when they’ve had something to drink…or rather, a few too many to drink. Somehow though, when in lectures together, we would never act as though we were secretly fucking behind everyone’s backs.

And it continued on like that up until the summertime, just before we all broke up for the summer holidays. One night, Stiles and I had just finished one of our sessions, and were laying in bed together, him running his fingers through my hair as I traced lazy circles on his forearms. “What are we doing, (Y/N)?” He asked quietly, and I shifted in the bed to look up at him.

“I mean, right now we’re sat in bed together after an amazing session,” I smirked, and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know, and I was thinking we’d never get to that point in all honesty Stiles.”

“Why not?”

“I just…I don’t know. Something just scares me on the inside and I don’t know if I can bring myself to talk about it just yet.” He nodded, and pressed his lips to my forehead. 

“Well, just know that whenever you do want to talk about it all, I’ll be right here, listening.” And with that, we both settled again, falling asleep on each other and waking up to another day of not talking about that moment.

Strawberries on a summer evenin' Baby, you're the end of June I want your belly and that summer feelin' Getting washed away in you

The next evening was a night where none of us were planning on doing anything besides a chilled film night together. For some reason though, after the night before, I felt butterflies at the slightest thought of seeing Stiles again. It wasn’t like him and I had done anything besides have sex for the past few months, but then the minute he called our relationship into question, there was a shift in my emotions.

Suddenly, everything seemed to revolve around him. I couldn’t properly be near him without thoughts playing on my mind of what it would be like to just be with him, as a proper couple. Stiles and (Y/N), out in public as an actual couple, not hidden away from prying eyes. Maybe I could discuss it all with him at the movie night, if we could even get the chance to find ourselves alone together. 

There was something about him that drew me into him, washing me away with the tides of the ocean as soon as he left me - leaving me clean, but lost within the depths of my own emotions. It kept me up at night sometimes, when I wasn’t with him I just needed something, something that I didn’t realise I truly needed until he said those fateful words last night.

“What are we doing?” I didn’t know about what he was doing, but for me I was slowly growing more and more in need of something - anything - remotely affectionate from the guy, and it seemed like the movie was that opportunity to get what I wanted.

Sitting together as the movie played (a scary one, nonetheless) I felt his hand grip mine as if to comfort me in some way. Whether or not he realised he was doing it was another matter, and it wasn’t until the big bad truly leapt onto the screen that I tested this theory of conscious decision making, burying my head into his shoulder to hide from the screams that erupted on screen. Almost instinctively, his hand flew up to my back to rub comforting circles into it, and I felt his lips pressed against the top of my head.

We stayed like that for at least 5 minutes, before I looked up at him once more. Fuck it.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it Watermelon sugar high

My lips pressed against his, I did the one impulsive thing I never thought I would be finding myself doing in front of anyone, let alone my friends who didn’t even know we’d been together at all. Initially, he froze up, then he moved his hands to pull me closer into him, continuing on the kiss with a slight smile against my lips as he did so. This made me smile too into the kiss, which tasted like the strawberry and watermelon gummy sweets he’d been consuming during the movie session.

We broke away, slightly out of breath, and our eyes met, golden brown and (Y/E/C) in the flickering light of the television screen. Or at least, normally it would be flickering, except the movie had been paused and wolf whistles were replacing the dialogue.

“Wanna know what we’re doing, Stiles?” I smiled, and he grinned back.

“Hopefully making it official with each other and all our friends after that?” 

“Thought you’d never ask.”

#mieczyslaw stilinski #mieczyslaw stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine

[allie1804-fan]

New Beginnings (Chapter 6)

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New Beginnings Baby Drabble

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No2

Warnings: Smut, explicit, mentions of childbirth and babyloss

Back in LA, May arrived and Emily agreed with her agent to take on a new project. She was trying very hard to re-balance her focus, doing more exercise and reconnecting with friends including Chloe who was now 8 months along in her pregnancy. She and Keanu started the counselling sessions which included some sessions together and some alone. Being able to voice their hopes and fears together helped and airing darker thoughts separately made it less daunting for them both to open up.

Keanu agreed to try to stop smoking or at the very least cut right back and they both agreed to reduce their drinking. Emily also put away the charts, thermometer and ovulation tests. Counselling had let her see these as part of becoming obsessed with getting pregnant and she had shared her fears about that meaning she wasn’t able to be a good partner to Keanu.

At the same time, they also focused more on having some little pleasures to look forward to in between work and whilst they weren’t going to stop trying, they hoped to put it more in the background while they enjoyed themselves on day trips or weekends away.  A key thing they had also both agreed on was that sex needed to be about making love not just making a baby.

Some of the weight of worry was off their shoulders and Emily smiled as she packed a bag ready for a long weekend up in Sonoma county at the Lambert Ridge Winery. 

Keanu had been there on an Arch owners trip and said it was just the get-away they needed. Yes it was a winery but they weren’t being teetotal so a weekend away there was allowed! She remembered her conversation with Chloe about tricking the fates into allowing her to get pregnant – maybe this trip would work the same way for them as the Hotel George V had for Chloe and John.

The trip has been wonderful. There was a wonderful tasting and education session where they hung out with a tutor and a group of other patrons tasting different wines and learning how to identify different scents and flavours. There was good food, walks in the woods and some mind blowing sex on their last day. They’d basically spent the entire morning on one session, Emily lost count of the orgasms she had from his hands and tongue before he finally fucked her until she had what felt like an out of body experience as she came, his cock filling her and his thumb pulsing on her clit. The sensation was an all encompassing thrill as she watched him let go too. Afterwards was almost as good as they just lay under the breeze from the ceiling fan, their fingers drawing lazy circles on each other’s cooling skin as they recovered.

“Never stop doing this part” she said softly

“Never” he agreed kissing her gently.

June came around and Emily was on edge every day waiting to hear from Chloe as she and Keanu would be looking after Jamie when time came for her delivery. The call came on 6th at 11pm, and they hurried over to Chloe and John’s having agreed it would be easier on Jamie to stay in his own home while they were gone. The labour went right through the day of 7th with slow progress for Chloe. She’d had a C-section for Jamie and was hoping she might be able to deliver naturally this time but it wasn’t to be this time either and she had another section on the morning of 8th delivering a girl they named Rosie. Keanu and Emily were finally able to hand over to John that evening returning home with some take out Chinese to enjoy.

As they lay back on the sofa watching TV, Emily was scrolling through her calendar on her phone when she gasped.

“what?”

“I’m late!” she said

“late?”

She nodded vigorously, “late for my period, at least a week” I haven’t been focused on it what with Chloe’s baby arriving”

“Oh my god, do you have a test here?”

Emily gulped and nodded, going a bit pale.

“well come on, let’s see, Emily this might be what we’ve been waiting for!”

They went to the bathroom and found the test in the cabinet. She sat on the toilet to pee on the stick then set it down face down and Keanu set a timer on his phone, sitting on the edge of the bath while they waited.

The tension was palpable as they waited in silence and they both jumped when the alarm went off.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded, picking up the stick and turning it over to reveal two faint blue lines.

“Oh my god, it’s positive – it’s kind of faint though don’t you think?”

“I’ve never seen one before in real life” he said

She giggled

“Me neither, I probably don’t know what I’m talking about!”

“Em, Em we did it, we’re going to have a baby!” he practically shouted, throwing his arms around her. Tears of relief were falling when Emily pulled back to look at him.

“yes we are!”

The next week passed in a daze. Emily made an appointment to see her OBGYN and Keanu seemed to be on cloud 9 as well as super concerned that she was OK. Truth be told Emily didn’t feel well but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. It wasn’t morning sickness but she just didn’t feel well in herself.

On 15th, Keanu had a script read through in the morning and he left her sleeping in bed. When she woke up she was burning up and confirmed quickly that she was running a temperature. She was unsure what to do, not wanting to take any medication given the pregnancy. She went to the bathroom thinking a cool shower might help. To her horror, when she went to pee, she saw she had some spotting. It was only light and she tried to stay calm but she had a sinking feeling that all wasn’t well.

By lunchtime she’d started to get abdominal pain and a pain in her shoulder. By the time Keanu returned she was bent over the sofa in pain.  He took one look at her, his heart thumping a mile a minute and sprung into action to take her straight to hospital.

In the ER they said the symptoms suggested an ectopic pregnancy where the egg gets stuck in the fallopian tube, not making it to the womb and causes extreme pain. This was soon confirmed when the obstetrics specialist arrived to do a scan. Emily was rushed to surgery to remove the baby in the course of which she lost her left fallopian tube.

Keanu was left reeling. They showed him to a private room where he could wait and he called his sister for moral support. Karina came straight there and sat with him until Emily came out of surgery and was moved to a private room.

Keanu sat and held her hand until she came round but she was still very woozy. Not so much that she didn’t know what had happened and she kept saying how sorry she was  as the tears flowed for both of them.

The next morning, their doctor came to see them and explained what had happened and what it meant for the future. Their chances were significantly reduced though not by half. Still if it had taken a year to get pregnant with 2 tubes Emily didn’t want to think about how long it might take to achieve another pregnancy.

As they both shed quiet tears,  Keanu felt helpless  - like all he could do was hold her hand, part of him wishing he’d never asked her if she wanted to go for it after that day at the party.

Back home after she was released from hospital, he tucked her into bed and they lay holding each other,  crying until their tears ran dry.

The next morning over breakfast Emily had made a decision.

‘let’s stop, please let’s just stop and go back to how we were, I can’t take it anymore’

‘you wanna go on birth control again?’

‘’yeah, at least for now, I’m too scared of the same thing happening again”

“Ok” he said quiet and sad “OK”

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New Beginnings Baby Drabble

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No2

#angst #romance #trying for a baby #babyloss #keanu #keanu reeves #keanu reeves fanfic

[come-on-shitty-boys]

Hello, My Name Is Fuckboy. Terushima Yuuji

WARNING: Swearing. General fuckboy-ness

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

A new school year meant new classes, new students, and new experiences.  It also meant welcome back to hell and boredom.  But, to Terushima, a new school year meant new pets.  Preying on all the pretty first years was his favorite part of the school year.  They were so eager for their first taste of a high school boy that they fell easily into Terushima's hands every year.

So, there he stood, leaned against the wall with his friends, awaiting the arrival of his new toys.  Every single year, the first years walked in together, never wanting to have to walk the halls alone on the first day.  This was the first time he saw you.  Your Y/E/C eyes shining with the joy of being in a new place and finally being "a high schooler." Your lips were painted in a bright red lipstick as if to further sell the fact that you were almost an adult.  He couldn't help but watch the way the skirt of your uniform swayed as you walked alongside your friends.

"She's first," Terushima says, nodding in your direction.

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You rounded the corner out of your classroom when the lunch bell rang.  You patiently waited for your best friend to exit from her own class so the two of you could walk to lunch together.  However, you feel a presence lean against the wall next you.  You turn and meet eyes with one of the third years.  He smirks down at you, causing you to shift your nervous gaze.

"What's your name, first year?"

"Y-Y/N..."

"Cute.  I'm Terushima Yuuji, but feel free to call me anytime," he says, moving your chin to meet your eyes again.  "Aren't you just a beauty? I gotta say, I haven't seen a first year as gorgeous as you before.  Wanna hang after school?"

"I-I really shouldn't. I have to study and my p-"

"Well, aren't you just the perfect little student? It's the first day of school and you're already studying."  He takes one of your textbooks from you, looking it over.  "And you're in AP classes?  Fair warning: they're hell."  He hands you back your book and starts to walk away.  "I'll see you around, Y/N."  Terushima winks at you before disappearing into the crowd of students going to the cafeteria.  

You stare after him, still feeling the heat of his hand on your chin.  Had that really just happened?  Your pulled from your thoughts as your best friend's voice enters your ears.  "You ready?" She asks.  You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as the two of you follow the crowd.

Your lunch in one hand with your books in the other, you find a seat in the crowded cafeteria.  Your friend sits across the table from you.  "So, how was your morn-" She stops, looking at a spot above your head.

"What are you looking at?" You turn and your eyes land on uniform behind you.  You follow the body up and you're greeted with Terushima's smirking face. "Oh..."

"Mind if I sit?" He asks.  Without waiting for your answer, he slides into the seat next to you.  "Terushima Yuuji," he offers, answering the unspoken question that was buried in your friend's throat.

"Why aren't you sitting with your friends?" You ask.

"Well, since you won't hang out with me after school, I thought I should spend as much time with you at school as I possibly can."

You look down at your food, not saying a word.  You wished that he would just go away.  You had always hated attention, but something told you that you were not getting rid of Terushima anytime soon.

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Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and still, Terushima Yuuji hadn't let up his chase. He was always waiting to walk you to lunch or to the train station after school.  He was a regular visitor at your lunch table and you had begun to learn more and more about the third year who seemed so intrigued with you.  You learned that he played volleyball and that he was well-ranked in his class.  He was a frequent party-goer on the weekends and, most importantly, Terushima Yuuji had a reputation.  "Don't get too close.  He's a fuckboy.  He just wants to sleep with you."  At least, that's what the third year girls told you when they noticed how much time he was spending with you.  

That last piece of information made your decision that much harder.  But, you were about to be failing AP Biology and you needed help.  No one else in your class liked you, so this was your last resort.  This was the first day in a while that Terushima hadn't waited for you outside of your classroom, but his blond crew-cut was easy to spot in the cafeteria.  You gathered your courage and marched up to him, slamming your book on the table to get his attention.

Terushima smirks up at you.  "Well, look who it is."  He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to sit on his thigh.  "What can I do for you, princess?"

"Tutor me."

"And what would be in it for me?"

"I'll... I'll pay you 500 yen an hour," you offer, suddenly losing your confidence as his hot breath fans across your neck.  

His smirk grows and you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes.  "Princess, I don't want your money," he says, placing a hand on your leg.

Your breath catches.  So, this is where his true colors finally come out; when I'm most desperate for his help. You bite your lip.  "I know the stories, Terushima.  I know how you are and if that's what it's going to take to get you to tutor me, then I'll just fail."  You move away from him, gathering your things.  "I should've known better.  Sorry for interrupting your lunch," you say, walking out of the cafeteria.

You're halfway to your locker when you hear shoes hitting the tile floor in rapid succession.  "Y/N, stop.  Wait, will you?!" Terushima shouts.  "Can I say something?"

"What could you possibly have to say to me? I am not going to be some kind of toy for you to play with until you get bored!  I don't have the time to waste on a fuckboy like you!" You snap, turning around to glare at him.

He stops.  His face falls and you don't think you've ever seen him so hurt.  "Is that all I am to you? A fuckboy?  I spent three months getting to know you and trying to be your friend and you just think that I'm some asshole who wants to get in your pants?"

"What do you expect me to think? Everyone has told me to stay away from you! They all say that I'm just going to get hurt.  If you were my friend, you wouldn't have pulled that stunt in the cafeteria."

"Look, Y/N, I'm sorry.  Really, I am.  I didn't know that would bother you so much.  I was out of line... If you stop glaring at me and promise not to hit me, I'll tell you the truth."

"What, Terushima?"

He walks closer to you, holding your wrists in his hands so you can't run away from him.  "In the beginning, that's all I wanted.  When I said that I had never seen anyone like you, I meant it.  Every time I would close my eyes, I saw your stupidly cute face.  I thought you were going to be so naive and easy, but, boy, was I wrong.  I didn't want to give up, so I started getting to know you better, so that maybe you would trust me.  But, somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that initial plan.  I started genuinely like you, but I couldn't let my friends know that I was falling for some little first year whose heart I was supposed to break, hence my cafeteria stunt... I'm sorry, Y/N.  If the offer is still there, I would love to tutor you."

"If you're going to tutor me, we're doing it here, so you don't get any ideas," you say.

He smiles softly.  "Deal.  Now, come on.  It's time for your first tutoring session," he says, pulling you back to the cafeteria.  "And I promise that I won't make you sit on my lap."  He looks over his shoulder at you and smirks, winking at you playfully. "That is, unless you want to."

#haikyuu #terushima #yuuji #terushima yuuji #imagines #headcannons #haikyuu imagines

[jellodorf]

I wrote custom Arthur x Naga C-S supports!

Placed them just under the cut. I had fun writing these two, as they’re one of my crack ships in FEH. So if any of you wanna see more pairs, let me know, and I just might do it!

[C]

Old Woman: Ohh thank you, kind sir. I don't know what I'd have done without you!

Arthur: You're quite welcome, miss! It is my pleasure to dish out help to all in need!

OW: Oh but dear your head is bleeding! You must have hit yourself on a rock when you dived in that lake to save me!

A: Ah, but this is only a minor wound! A life has been saved, and as far as I am concerned, Justice is served!

OW: Oh, how chivalrous! Are you sure there's nothing I can do to repay you?

A: Oh, there is no need, I assure you. Simply knowing my actions saved the life of an upstanding citizen is more than enough for me!

OW: Oh my, a true Hero! Well I thank you mister Arthur. May the goddess bless the ground you walk on.

...

A: Ahh.... must make it... back to the castle... This head injury is far more severe than I thought... I can even see the castle! Just.... a long... walk....

Naga: ......Ah. It seems he's passed out. *chuckle* Perhaps I'll lend him a small hand.

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED C-SUPPORT]

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[B]

A: Ah! Where am I?! .....Eh? My room? I don't remember getting back-

N: Finally awake, are you?

A: GAH! You... Goddess Naga! What are you doing here? You surprised me!

N: Did I? Ah, my apologies. You had passed out, bleeding a fair walk from the castle. I decided to help you home, and to treat that nasty gash on your head.

A: Hm? Oho, so you did! Forgive me for sounding surprised. It seems I had bitten off more than I could chew, not getting that treated right away.

N: Indeed. Though I found the circumstances peculiar. You saved an elderly woman from drowning, yet suffered a fairly gruesome injury due to what I can only assume to be some unfortunately placed rock near the bank of the lake where you dived. While unlucky, what surprised me was you willingly turning away not only treatment, but any reward at all. Is there any particular reason for that?

A: You saw that, hm? Well, not to brag, but being a hero is about more than simple rewards! A true hero has no need for them. The most important thing to me is that the weak and innocent are protected, and the evildoers--be they living beings, or forces of nature--are delivered the justice they deserve!

N: ....You are quite the curious one, Arthur. Your words carry a strong conviction to them, more so than many others. I'd be lying if I said you haven't piqued my curiosity. However, there are things I must be taking care of myself, now that I can be sure you are alright. Our chats will have to wait. Would you be open to chat another time?

A: Of course! A chat with a goddess is quite rare indeed! I look forward to it!

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED B-SUPPORT] ---------

[A]

A: -and THEN there was the time I was struck by lightning twice in the span of 20 minutes while escorting a pregnant woman home through a thunderstorm!

N: My my. How fascinating. Even I did not realize one could be cursed with such bad luck. Yet I cannot notice that neither your heart nor your conviction have waivered from any of this.

A: Well what hero would I be if I were to get discouraged at every failure in life? One must simply take life by stride and do the best they can with every day!

N: I think many people could learn a few things from you.Very rarely do I see someone so positive in life when they go through even a fraction of what you do.

A: Well that is just one thing I try to distill within others. Evil will always be matched, and then overcome!

N: .....Fascinating. I can see within your heart that nothing thus far has even begun to taint your dedication to justice. Such a pure heart is rare, even among history's greatest heroes. Tell me, Arthur, what do you think of the gods?

A: I beg your pardon?

N: The gods and goddesses in the world. Do you find yourself feeling... resentment towards them for cursing you with the luck you have found yourself with?

A: Not at all! I'd never trade my luck for anything. The way I look at things, my luck never seems to directly hurt others. Sometimes, it even helps them. That, and I see my luck as a test of my mettle. If I can survive the things my own luck--or lack thereof--throws at me, then that makes me an even truer hero!

N: ....Well said, Arthur. Sharing these chats has given me new light with which to look upon humanity. I only wish the world had more people like you.

A: Forgive me for saying this, but as do I. I'd love more sidekicks in the name of justice!

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED A-SUPPORT] ---------

[S]

A: Ah! Naga, wonderful timing! I was hoping you'd come up here.

N: So I heard. I saw your letter by my chambers. Is there any particular reason for wanting to meet upon the roof of the castle?

A: Erm.... There was something particular I wished to ask you. Something that I've wanted to ask for some time over the past few weeks we've talked.

N: Oh? Well then I am all ears.

A: Hmmm.... this is difficult to ask now that the time is actually here.

N: Relax, Arthur, it is alright. Just think if you need. I will not leave unless you ask me to do so.

A: Ah, excellent. That's a wonderful relief to hear. Tell me, does being a goddess like yourself get... lonely?

N: Lonely? .....What an interesting question. In a sense, I suppose it does. Dragons already tend to live almost infinitely longer lives than most humans, so forming attachments to them can prove rather difficult and painful in the end. Yet my daughter Tiki has gone on record saying that strong bonds with humans, though often short-lived, can create some of the fondest memories that could never hope to be replaced.

A: I see. That makes my decision easier, but.... Have you formed a particularly strong bond with a human before?

N: A friendship?

A: That, or possibly... anything more?

N: More, hm? Well, there was not many opportunities for me to do so until I appeared here in Askr. As I am revered as a goddess, it is difficult for me to form close bonds with many people without that sort of rift between me and them. Our chats were among the few times I've ever been able to simply talk with a human without feeling like the difference in status drives a wedge further and further between us.

A: I could not agree more! Perhaps at the beginning I may have seen you as more of a goddess than a human, but I am glad we've had our chats. Justice does not let societal differences come between friendships, after all!

N: There's more to what you wanted to say just then, wasn't there?

A: Hm?

N: There's a specific reason you invited me up to the castle roof, is there not?

A: Ah you... are quite perceptive, Naga. Yes, I admit there is. A rather heavy confession that perhaps I have no place making.

N: Oh? Then do tell. You have my attention.

A: How to say it.... I've come to enjoy our chats greatly. Not because of the topics per se, but I find your company in particular to be a relaxing and enjoyable one. It's become something I've looked forward to. And the reason I called you up here today was to show you my personal favorite view in all of Askr.

N: A view of the sunset... it would be nice, if those clouds weren't rolling in.

A: I was hoping tonight would be a clear sky, but... it seems my luck has struck again. I was hoping to tell you something important in view of the sunset.

N: Then why not say it now?

A: ....Perhaps. Naga.... I find myself wanting a different kind of time with you. You said your existence was rather lonely, yes? Well I wish to offer myself to help ease that burden.

N: I don't understand. Are you... suggesting what I think you are, Arthur?

A: Indeed I am. You are a kind soul, as far as I have been able to see. And it pains me to imagine one like you as being lonely in life. So....

N: ....... *chuckle*

A: Naga?

N: Appologies. I just didn't expect this in the slightest. Are you proposing a relationship with me, Arthur?

A: Well....

N: Fascinating. That is the only word I can think to describe this. To think I would have a human falling for me, and that it'd be the human I've found most interesting in a long time.

A: Is that true? I am the most interesting human?

N: In some time, yes. There we're many others like you, but these days they are few and far inbetween. Which makes you unique to me. And special. Very few would have the guts to even consider approaching me with such a proposition. Yet here you are, doing exactly that.

A: I find it's easier to imagine you not as a goddess, but as a person, just like anyone else. I thought that is more along what you would want.

N: You figure correctly. Perhaps... you could assist me in helping the others come to view me as you do?

A: Oh but of course! It would be my honor to introduce you properly to Lady Elise and Effie!

N: You know... I think I'd like that. Very much so. Your life may be but a few weeks in comparison to my own, but I think I would like to be there for what I can of your life.

A: That sounds wonderful! And I shall do my best to leave a mark on your life, and give you a life only a true ally of justice could ever hope for!

N: Justice... I think I very much would like to experience that kind of life. Come, shall we go and meet Effie and Elise together now?

A: Indeed, we shall!

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED S-SUPPORT]

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[catch22inareddress]

Abandoned Series: Final Chapter- Never Alone

ONE YEAR LATER

As it turned out, it was a good thing you had trusted Steve in all aspects. As your Captain, though he was right, HYRDA did want you for your special skill set. After the encryption came through they had data dating back from some of the first experiments performed on you. You and Steve had spent days going through everything and reading over it all, it was overwhelming, to say the least, but he never left your side as you took down the HYDRA facilities. He respected your decision when you said no to his firm request to take you off the field until he could secure your safety. He made sure that you were always with him and Bucky, which made you the fearsome threesome on the battlefield dubbed by Natasha.

All three of you had an easy friendship, especially when Bucky had found a feisty SHIELD Agent, Sofia, that gave him a run for his money and put him in his place to everyone's sheer delight. They were a perfect match and to his dismay, everyone would always help her out in every scenario, he was sure it was a conspiracy and everyone quickly confirmed that it indeed was.

Tonight all of you were going to the teams favorite pub and Steve steered you through the door with his large hand on the small of your back. He whispered into your ear, "Don't think your gettin' out of a dance with me t'night, doll." He kissed your cheek as you smiled up at him. "Wouldn't dream of it, Cap." He then took your hand and let you scoot into the booth next to Buck and across from Wanda and Vision. You smiled to yourself thinking of how far you'd come. You and Steve were flourishing and all because you finally let yourself be happy. Two years ago you would barely let anyone in your personal space and yet now there was barely a moment when a part of your skin wasn't touching Steve's. If he wasn't near you, you were linking arms with Wanda or Nat, hell, even Bucky was known to throw his arm around you. You and Bucky had fallen in sync almost as if you hadn't shared a shady past and decided to focus on the good instead of the bad. This was your family and your life. Steve leaned in and put his arm around your back, "Penny for your thoughts, darlin." You shook your head and smiled up into his baby blues. "My thoughts will cost you more than that, Mr. Rogers." He smiled and leaned in for a kiss and you heard Tony groan. "Oh for fuck's sake. We just got here and I haven't had nearly enough to drink to handle you two making out already. Plus Pep's out of town and lovers disgust me." He pointed to all of the couples. Steve pulled away but only enough to say, "No one care's, Tony." And flicked him off with the hand that wasn't on the back of your head. "Let's go dance, Steve." He grabbed your hand and led you out as Wanda and Vision followed close behind.

Steve and you had made it a tradition to dance as often as possible from the first night that you were together until now. Sometimes even if it was only him humming a tune from the 40's in the shitty lighting on the Quinjet on the way home from a mission. He would make the time to hold you in his arms and dance with you close to his chest and it would calm you and make you feel safe and loved. You two had spent so many hours and nights together, he still never made the leap of officially living together and while you did find it frustrating you assumed it was because he moved at a snail's pace which was fine. As long as you and he were together you really didn't give a shit the details that surrounded the how's and what's. He spun you out and twirled you then brought you back and dipped you in this elaborate and graceful move. When he brought you up, you laughed breathlessly. "Well, you've been practicing." He gave you a genuine Steve Rogers smile and put his forehead to yours.

"Well, all the trip-ups and stepping on toes made it all worthwhile, especially since your the perfect partner. Right now, here. We're at this place where we had our first real date and we're surrounded by friends and I have you. I never thought a little guy from Brooklyn could get a happy ending and yet here I am." You smiled and gave him a chaste kiss. "It's not an ending, handsome." He smiled and dipped you again with a shit-eating grin. "Perhaps the end of something and a beginning of others?" You looked at him and heard tremors underneath his steely voice. "How so, Cap?" He was showing off and spun you and out of the corner of your eye you could see everyone watching you, taking in how you recognized more of the bar than usual but it was a fleeting thought and he pulled you close again.

"Perhaps an ending to separate living quarters and more importantly an ending to your last name and a beginning of Y/N Rogers?" He stopped dancing and dropped to one knee in front of you and opened a box with a beautiful vintage diamond ring inside. "Be my wife? Marry me? We can fight alongside one another or leave this world behind if you want. I'd follow you anywhere woman." His blue eyes bore into Y/E/C as he searched out your answer and held onto your hand with a small smile on his lips.

You were frozen in the moment with your brain not forming words and just stood there with Steve before you with a ring in his hands. This time it wasn't out of fear or because of all of the onlookers, it was because of the sheer adoration out of his eyes and how it was all consuming and you slowly shook your head and then he reached up and brushed the tears rolling off your face and brought his lips to yours and picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his trim waist as everyone cheered at your newly engaged status. You hid your face in his neck as he pulled you close and whispered in your ear with a smirk on his face as the crowd howled. "I say we elope and honeymoon in Wakanda, very soon." You giggled as he sat you down and pulled you into the booth so everyone could congratulate you and look at the ring. Nat turned into a gushing girl over it and kept cooing and admiring the gorgeous jewelry. Steve blushed and took your hand and kissed it lightly. "I may have designed it myself." You looked at it and them him with awe. "Seriously, you may have missed your calling, soldier." He laughed all the while blushing. How a man could be that powerful and could vigorously exhaust you every night and then blush so easily, constantly astounded you? "Well, when you want to retire and have a simple life..." He pulled you onto his lap and kissed your bare shoulder, "Wanna get outta here, doll?" You nodded and waved said goodbye as both of you made your exit and headed back toward the tower.

"Are you serious about eloping, Stevie?" He looked at you and smirked. "If you want a big wedding with everyone, you got it doll. If not then yes, let's elope. The thought of a small wedding with just you and me and no chaos sounds like perfection." You mulled it over and then he stopped you and bent over to be eye level.

"It's no pressure. We can wait too. Just because we're engaged doesn't mean we have to get married right away." He was nervous and second-guessing your silence and you smiled and swatted him away playfully. "Shut your ridiculously handsome face, Rogers. I will never understand how you can go from confident to a pool of self-doubt in 2 seconds." You meant it jokingly but he shrugged. "Guess I'm expecting you to figure out I'm still just a skinny kid from Brooklyn and find someone better and leave." You let go of his hand and jumped into his ridiculously large arms without a second thought and he caught you without flinching. "Whether you could do this or not is of no consequence to me. I would've fallen for the skinny ass wheezing version of you or this version because you are the most admirable and brave person I have ever met. And to answer your question let's get married next month. But lets compromise. I want the family there and I want T'challa to officiate the nuptials. Deal?" He carried you into the tower while you would occasionally see people take pictures of you two and just ignored the invasion of your privacy, so used to it by now. "I think that is the perfect plan, doll."

 True to his word, the wedding was the following month on the plains of Wakanda with the King to officiate. The family or formally known as the team was there and everyone couldn't be happier. Or so you thought.

As you stare at your simple yet elegant lace and backless dress you heard a tentative knock on your door. You hesitated and then walked over wondering if it was Steve and opened it with a huge smile on your face, that instantly faltered when Bucky stood there instead. It wasn't that it was him standing there but it was his facial expression that caused your face to fall.

"You ok Buck? Whats wrong?" He hesitantly came in and you steeled yourself for the worst never knowing sometimes with him on what would come out of his mouth. "Yea, I'm fine. I didn't want to come down here and needlessly upset you. It's just Steve, he's having an anxiety attack. Y/N, I can't talk him down and he's---he's talkin' crazy, doll." You stared at him and took his words in, he was upset and why? Also, how in the hell could Buck not calm Steve down. This caused your heart to speed up as your mind started to race and battle out thoughts, Bucky tried to calm you by rubbing your hands but he found that was pointless. "Where is he and why is he upset? Does he not want to marry me?" You ran to your shoes and hastily strapped the sandals on ran over to the door with a Bucky quickly following. "He's in his room, he's just having a panic attack and worried about you. Of course he wants to marry you, doll. He's just worried s'all. He loves you, he's just ...scared he's going to fuck it all up? I guess he and I are our own worst enemy."

You ran out of your villa and took off towards Steve's leaving Bucky behind with his hands in his pockets, shuffling from foot to foot and running his hands through his hair.

As you came up to Steve's villa you heard some crashing and when you opened the door slowly he had just thrown something. "Get the fuck out, Bucky!" You used your powers to shield whatever was being thrown and it shattered in such a way to gain Steve's attention.

"Y/N?" His voice broke and you stood there unable to take a step closer while taking in his appearance. His long locks were in complete disarray and he was sweating through his grey shirt while his normally handsome face looked pained and frantic and you were at a loss as to why. A mere two hours ago you had a wonderful time dining with friends and family and even danced, now this?

A mere two hours ago you had a wonderful time dining with friends and family and even danced, now this?

You decided to go to him, even if he didn't want you to. Fuck that. You were his and he was yours- through thick and thin. "Stevie, baby. Penny for your thoughts?" You tried to lighten the mood and ran your fingers up his hot skin and he broke away to run his hands through his hair for the hundred time and turned away from you. "I - I don't think that I can do this, doll." You restrained yourself from gasping for air and maintained composure for the sake of Steve. You needed to find out why your soldier and the source of your calmness was everything but that right now. You walked back in front of him so he could face you and his eyes were red-rimmed as he rubbed them harshly to wipe away the remnants of tears.

"Talk to me, Steven. This isn't you, remember it's me. You can tell me anything." You reached out again and he took a few steps backward and shook his head. "I'm no good for you, doll. I sat tonight and you---." He shook his head at some memory and collapsed into the plush chair in the corner of the room and you took your chance and walked over to him, climbing onto his lap. You could see his full body tense at the closeness of yours to his at this moment and his hands gripped the arms of the chairs causing them the strain under the pressure. Normally your touch would soothe him and it pained you to see him in such a state but you needed to break through to him. You had built up enough walls to know what they looked like and you needed him to know that no matter how hard he pushed and tried you would never leave him. All those years alone were in the past and he had you now, hell or high water. You firmly took his face in your hands and turned him to look at you and searched his eyes. "I'm here. Now. I need you to talk to me, Steve. Please." He looked down but nodded and you moved your hands to his chest instead.

"I saw you there, next to me, talking with all of our friends. You were so carefree and laughing and shit, doll. You were a vision of perfection. I just-just ---I don't know if I can give you the life that you deserve. Even if we decide to lay roots down somewhere and quit this life, it's all that I know. What if I'm no good at it?" He finally looked at you after he voiced all of his fears and searched your face for understanding. "So, we figure it out together. You don't think I look at you and think, 'Shit this man is damn near perfection carved by the gods. I don't deserve him?' Well, yeah. I've had those moments, sure. But you're mine and I'm yours, we are stuck together whether you like it or not, Rogers." You ran your thumb over his lips and then chastely kissed him. "I love you Steven Rogers and I'm not giving up on you, ever. I know your scared and worried and have lost so much but don't push me away for fear of losing me. You're smarter than that."

He shook his head and looked away as a few more tears escaped from his bright baby blue eyes. You wrapped your arms around him and put your head in the crook of his neck and silent tears ran down your face. "Marry me, Steve. I want to be your wife more than anything in this world. The rest we will discover as we go along, together if you'll have me." Your voice was broken and low but you could tell by his breathing and his super soldier hearing that he caught every word. His arms wrapped around your frame and his hands gripped your shirt so tightly you thought he would rip it off unintentionally. His voice was ragged and shattered. "I'm so sorry, doll. I didn't mean to scare you, I was just so afraid and I--I didn't know what to do. I love you." You pulled back and he studied your eyes for any anger or hesitation. "Will you still have me?"

You put your forehead to his. "Till the end of the line." His eyes were alight as his lips crashed on yours. It was heavy and passionate, filled with need and lust. His tongue invaded your mouth and your lips nibbled on his plump lower one and he moaned. Sex with Steve was very fulfilling and some nights you would make love until the sun came out. To say that he was generous lover was an understatement in all areas. Right now though, this was different. It was full of need and as though he wanted to take claim of what was his. Not as in jealousy but more as in husband and wife even though it wasn't official, not yet. He had all but resigned to not having that life a short time ago and now he wanted everything, and he wanted it now.

His hands were rough and needy as they bruised your hips and tore into your dress. You moaned at the feel of the delicious pain and he was unapologetic in his ministrations to which you found delightfully un Steve-like. While you adored your lovemaking with Steve the all-consuming hunger that he had for you right now was breathtaking, literally. You broke apart and saw his eyes were nearly black with lust. His voice was dark and husky with desire. "I need you now." You just nodded at him as his warm and swollen lips attacked your neck and you silently hoped that you had makeup strong enough to conceal any marks he left.

He tore the dress off of you and gasped sound of the fabric tearing the roughness of the action. His breathing was heavy and his chest was heaving up and down as he took in your bare chest. "No, bra for your Captain?" You shook your head. "I need words, doll." You bit your lip and managed to mutter out something resembling a no.

His large calloused hands took in your breasts and pinched your hardened nubs as your hips rolled into him and he let out an animalistic groan that made you even more wet with desire. You reached forwards and pulled off his shirt so you could see and kiss his bare skin. He was wearing entirely too many clothes while you were naked and needy, grinding on his jean-clad lap like a wanton woman. Your lips attacked his neck and your nails scratched down his torso and abs to the buttons on his jeans and he lost it. He picked you up and turned towards the wall closest to you two. "Fuck, doll. I need to be inside ya now. I can't wait anymore. I need to feel your pussy." You broke away as one of his large hands gripped your ass and the other lined himself up at your entrance. You pulled back to look into his nearly black eyes. "I need you to fill me up, Steve. Please. Give it to me. Make me yours." He growled at your request and will one movement he was inside of you, swift and with the ease of your arousal. Both of your moans were certainly heard across the valley but neither of your cared right now. All he wanted was you and to make you his, now and forevermore. He had nearly thought of risking it all over self-doubt and anxiety and lost his mind at the idea. This action was bringing him back to where he needed to be, beside you.

His thrust was deep and hit right where you needed him to be and the fluttering of your walls around him let him know what he did to you. You bit his shoulder and his even though you didn't think it was possible the man went even deeper and harder. "I need to hear you, doll. Hear you scream my name. I want everyone to know that your mine. F-fuck. You're so tight around my cock." You gripped his hair tightly and as you were coming you screamed out his name like a prayer, over and over again, causing him to come. He pressed you against the wall with sweat-slicked bodies holding each other tightly as you both caught your breath. After a few moments, he walked over to the bed and laid you both down as he stroked you back while you lay naked with you leg draped over his muscular thigh.

"I'm sorry, doll. I really am. I had a panic attack and I became my own worst enemy." You sat up to look at him and gave a soft smile to ease his guilt. "It's ok, Stevie. Really. We'll figure it out together but you are marrying me tomorrow whether you like it or not." He gave you a chaste kiss on your currently swollen and red abused lips. "Did I hurt you?" You shook your head. "Nothing that I didn't like. I have to say, Cap, we should do that more often." He let out a deep throaty laugh, "Anything my best girl wants."

You looked over at the clock as it was just before midnight and you gasped and jumped out of bed and went to grab your clothes but Steve had destroyed them. Instead, you grabbed his dress shirt from dinner and you sandals while he looked at you inquisitively. "It's just before midnight. You're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding on the day of." He smiled and the pointed to the door and you ran to the exit but not before looking back at him, looking so relaxed with his legs exposed beyond the sheet and his torso uncovered. "Need a picture, Cinderella?" You smiled at him before you ran out of the door and back to your villa hoping not to run into anyone during your flee of shame.

The next day was perfection. You did have some explaining to do regarding the attack you received from Steve's mouth all over you neck. But it was easily healed by Shuri and she was happy to tease you in the process, she asked about healing the bruises on your hips and thighs but those you graciously declined since they were hidden under your dress. You opted for simple make up and when the time came to walk out to Steve you were a shaking mess.  You were nervous and were delightfully surprised when Bucky walked up to your hut. "Thought you could use some company, doll." Even though it was a long and dark road, you loved the bastard and all his quirks. Truth be told you had even found yourself helping him some nights when Steve didn't wake up and Sofia didn't stay over if he had a nightmare. He held out his arm and held a shy smile on his handsome face. "I'd never let you fall again. I'd be honored....if...you'd want to take a short walk with me? I got a fella waitin' for ya." You smiled at him and held out a shaking hand while he took it and lace it around his metal arm and led the way to Steve.

You looked up and saw him in a handsome blue suit with his hair slicked back and he was smiling at you as you made your way to him. There were tears in his eyes and a smirk on his lips as King T'challa asked who give you away and Bucky spoke. "I suppose that'd be me." He kissed your cheek and went to stand with the others off to the side.

Steve lent in and kissed you and T'challa just laughed. "Steve, that comes later." He shrugged and righted you in front of him but still held your hands. "I'll kiss her every chance I get. Now please marry us. I need to get on kissing  my one and only, Mrs. Rogers."

I HOPE THAT EVERYONE ENJOYED THIS SERIES AS MUCH AS I DID. I HONESTLY WASN'T PLANNING ON MAKING IT ABOUT THE READER AND STEVE BUT AS I WROTE THE FIRST CHAPTER IT JUST FELT RIGHT.

LOVE TO ALL!!!

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[thirsty-cable-posts]

I want to read a cable x reader where Cable is super down about leaving his family in the past and he’s only got the reader to lean on. He opens up to them and it leads to angsty sexy time.

First of all, I just wanna say that I’m really grateful for the prompts that have been submitted so far. I wasn’t sure how well this blog would do in the shadow of its big brother @thirsty-venom-posts, but y’all have demonstrated that the Cable Thirst Club is STRONG. Now, on with the show.

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It’s 3am and you’re sitting at the kitchen table with a scotch and Perrier. You’re sticky. There’s blood on your dress, in your hair, under your fingernails. The dress is likely ruined. That’s fine. You’ll buy a new one. Nothing really matters right now. You’re exhausted beyond care. You may even crawl into bed without taking a shower. But for now, you have the kitchen to yourself in this big, quiet house. And an empty, quiet kitchen is a rare thing at the X-Mansion.

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Your date went poorly that night, as they often do, so you jumped at the chance to ditch your would-be suitor to drive about 20 minutes outside of the city to a small cattle farm owned by an elderly gentleman and his wife. You walked into the barn, still in your dress and heels, and a camel pea coat that you never intended to wear in a barn. It was cold. It’s always cold during calving season. You could see your breath, and you could see the breath of the laboring black cow laying on her side in a bed of straw.

Small scale cattle farming is an ailing industry and the cost of a farm call on a Saturday is in the triple digits. Your reputation as a cheaper alternative to a veterinarian means that occasionally you get a phone call from someone who got your name from so-and-so, and they need someone to come out and look at a sheep who got mauled by a dog or a calf that isn’t nursing or a goat that got his horns stuck in a fence. This was one of those nights.

Later on, the regret over your decisions to pull the calf instead of attempting a C-section would tug at you in a painful way. Contrary to popular belief, ranching and cattle farming is not an occupation devoid of sympathy and devotion to the animals. But hind sight is 20/20 and you’d decided to grab a set of chains and pull the calf. The process was slow and labor intensive. The resulting hemorrhage coated you in blood. You tried desperately to stop the bleeding, and the pained look on the cow’s face made you want to crawl under a rock when she finally died. But the little calf lived. It was kismet that another cow had lost her baby that night. You skinned the dead calf, which is a grotesque process in itself. Then you tied the skin to the living, breathing newborn calf with some hay rope. The mama, still distraught and baying mournfully, recognized the scent of her dead baby and allowed the orphaned calf to nurse.

—-

You’re well on your way to a fine, numbing buzz as you stare straight ahead, replaying the events of the evening over and over behind your eyes. Cable’s Voice startles you out of your daze.

“Well look who the cat dragged in.”

You do not particularly like Cable, and you are not in the mood to explain yourself to him. A wellspring of compassion and sympathy, Cable is not. You do not trust yourself not to let a few tears leak out in the recounting of the night’s adventure in animal husbandry. You do not trust Cable not to dismiss your feelings of shame and guilt over the decision that led to that poor pregnant cow’s bloody end.

You sigh. “Listen, I’ve had a rough night. If I woke you up when I came in, you have my sincere apologies. I’m going to bed soon.”

You’re trying to head off any unpleasant interactions with Cable, who is notoriously curt and has been nothing but short with you since moving in to the mansion.

Cable walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass from the cabinet. He pours himself three fingers of scotch, neat and tidy, and passes a disapproving look over your Perrier. “You drink like a toddler.”

That’s quite enough. You run a hand through your hair and close your eyes. The tears feel hotter than hot.

“Can you just not? Can you just not for, like, 5 minutes?”

You feel a large hand on your back, rubbing gently between your shoulder blades.

“Hey doll. Hey.”

You lay your head in your hands and sob. Cable places his hand on the back of your head and makes circles in your hair with his thumb.

“Grab a shower and get some sleep, kid. You need it.”

—-

You’re not sad. You’re just tired. You’re tired and you don’t have any great need for company at the moment. The laundry room is a perfectly decent place to be alone. You’d slept until noon and then decided to try and salvage your bloody dress. The rhythm of the washing machine is soothing and listening to it with your back to the wall and your head between your knees makes it sound like you’re near the ocean.

“Ah, this is the second time I’ve been able to sneak up on you in 24 hours. You’re off your game, princess.”

Cable offers you his human hand, lifting you up to your feet.

“Go change out of your jammies, sleeping beauty. We’re going out for pizza and beer. My treat.”

—-

The pizza and beer was just small talk and swapping stories. It wasn’t until the ice cream that things got heavy. Cable opened up to you in a way that was startling at first. It truth, the loss of his family made your failure to save a cow seem like an emotional pinprick by comparison. Hearing Cable’s voice crack ever so slightly, watching him squint and cough in the retelling of it, the experience made you regret your shortness with him the previous night.

Cable is less of a bully to you now, and more of a tragic hero. Imagining him with a wife, with a daughter - you’d never pictured him as a lover, a father, as someone capable of affection. The idea of Cable The Devoted Husband and Nurturing Father would make you chuckle were it not so profoundly sad that he lost the two loves of his life.

Now, sitting together on the couch in the den shotgunning American Dad on Netflix, he still strikes an imposing figure, but you don’t dislike him. And when he puts an arm over you, your stomach clenches out of a strange sense of excitement.

—-

Okay, so there absolutely will be a Part II and it will absolutely be NSFW. It’s a start, right?

I hope this is (at least in part) a decent interpretation of the prompt. And again, there will be a smutty Part II, so fear not, gentle readers!

#nathan summers #deadpool #cable x reader #Cable #deadpool 2

[learnafrik]

THE GENIE SCRIPT REVIEWS: Worth Investing In? [Unbiased + Honest Review] An In-depth Review of Wesley Virgin Genie Script (2021 Update)

Is It Possible To Manifest Your Desires When The Planet Feels Like It’s Falling Apart? 100% Yes!

I don’t want to scare you, but I’m ALSO going to reveal some unbiased and honest review about Wesley Virgin and its Genie Script Manifestation Mind Hack program that is currently rocking the internet space.

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The Genie Script (Wesley Virgin) reveal some shady debilitating unethical subliminal government techniques they use to weaken your mind through cognitive dissonance with TV, radio, and even the Pandemic. Plus, there’s also ONE major “money crippler” that you’ll be thankful you can now break-free from using these unique frequencies as soon as tonight!

But let me warn you, 93.7% of people who watch the Genie Script Intro VIDEO to the very end, tears tend to roll down their cheeks, because The Genie Script peel the onion down to its core, exposing important people you may know using the genie script techniques, so today right now, relax and buckle up, you’re going to realize the undeniable truth about getting what you want sooner than later, right now. The final decision is your to make but am here to help you make an inform decision in this review.

The Genie Script is Wesley’s new 30-day program where he shows you how he applied a unique meditative technique to manifest a better financial, emotional, and mental life for himself.

So let start an honest Opinion from a Real Customer.

A REAL CUSTOMER GENIE SCRIPT EXPERIENCE (Get full story from medium.com)

You may be asking — Hold on a sec’ — how’s all that related to the review you wanna give?

I’ll explain…but before that, can I share a QUICK true story with you?

“2019 was a breakthrough year for me — I grew my business 400%, travelled to 7 countries, and even got back in shape. Looking back, I thought I had figured out the “magical keys” to business success and happy living until 2020 hit.

In the midst of all of health and economic crises of this year, the mass media became my newest favorite obsession. And after a 1 month or 2 of consuming all that garbage, I began to witness my financial and emotional white picket fence crumble right before my eyes.

Then came along an avalanche of setbacks: I lost 70% of my clients…struggled to stay afloat of my bills…become 10x more stressed…and even picked up some unhealthy eating habits.

In a nutshell, I lost my financial and emotional confidence and I became a slave to my own limiting beliefs and fear-propelled mindset.

Fortunately, the universe aligned in my favor when my mentor gave me a surprise call one day… and he was SHOCKED beyond his mind when he heard me talk.

He was shocked at how the 2019 version of me — you know, the confident, happy, and strong version of me had changed dramatically into a sad, broke, and fearful version of myself.

It didn’t take long before he diagnosed the problem as well as the source of the problem.

My problem — Severe Scarcity Mindset

Problem source — Poor financial, mental, and emotional dieting

His recommendation — taking the 30-day Genie Script Program.

Upon hearing his recommendation, I was skeptical at first.

I still remember telling him:

“Really, you just want me to buy an online program to fix all my mindset problems?”

But somehow he managed to convince me to give the 30-day Genie Script Program by Wesley Virgin a try…and that 30-day experience became the best thing that happened to me this year. Period!

If I remember correctly, by Day 9(or thereabout), I woke up one morning and for the first time in a really long time, the energy all around me was infectiously positive.

In my own personal testimony, the program worked like MAGIC (sounds cheesy, I know) in fixing, reshaping, and reconfiguring my mindset. And upon completing the program, I just knew I had to unselfishly share my review with anyone who could benefit from it.”

Ola Dale.

Story from Medium.com

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So since you know the foundation story behind why I’ve composed this review, we should plunge into what is the issue here.

THE GENIE SCRIPT, WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT?

So first of all, we should discuss the name — “The Genie Script”.

Wesley Virgin is attempting to paint the possibility that simply like a Genie who can make a wish work out as expected, everybody of us can likewise show our fantasies and wants in the event that we appropriately comprehend the correct methods to apply.

If you’ve ever tried meditation or any manifestation methods before and it’s not created the results you wanted to — you’ve probably blamed yourself.

You’ve convinced yourself you were doing it wrong. You’re not the right person to meditate.

But, I’m here to tell you that it’s not you that’s the problem. You’re getting the wrong results because you’re using the wrong techniques!

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Wrong techniques that are over complicated, and impossible to master even for Buddah himself. They’ve become over commercialized.

You feel like you have to jump through a million hoops, only to find yourself back at square one. Firstly, it’s not your fault.

They’re the techniques almost everybody tells you to use, so why would you think to look outside of them?

The important thing is you’re now about to discover the unique way to meditate that actually delivers million dollar results.

A technique that’s so simple to follow and that’s why it’s so powerful.

Anyone can master this… AND with everything going on in the world — there couldn’t be a better time to do it.

So since we know the reasoning behind the especially fascinating name, we should discuss what the issue here is.

The Genie Script is Wesley’s new 30-day program where he shows you how he applied a remarkable meditation method to show a superior monetary, passionate, and mental life for himself.

In the program, he discussed how this extraordinary way of meditating successfully molded his brain for progress and without any help took him from being dead destitute into making his initial 1 million dollars.

I realize you may be thinking — Does that stuff truly work?

All things considered, once more, in case I’m being genuine, I was at first suspicious from the outset in view of the entirety of the phony masters out there on the web. Since what made me continue to tune in to Wesley Virgin were his secret stash of confirmations. This man in a real sense reported each significant achievement he had and it seemed like I was watching somebody’s memoir being played out.

Something else I can verify about his program is the profundity of value research that went into it. This is definitely not a run of the mill course program where an eager fella simply does an admixture of data, bundles them, and attempts to sell it at an excellent cost. I can truly bear witness to the way that the degree of exploration that went into this program was awesome and I found the data he was sharing profoundly practicable.

Alright, all things considered, we should proceed onward rapidly to discuss the assets inserted in this program.

THE GENIE SCRIPT: WHAT IS IN THE GENIE SCRIPT?

Asking What The Genie Script Program Can Do For You Is The Wrong Question

As long as you have the belief, dedication, and commitment, the sky’s the limit.

We could sit here, and talk through its possibilities, like finally being able to:

· Travel the world

· ​Have a happy, secure retirement

· ​Buy your dream car

· ​Pay off/get a mortgage

· ​Do house repairs

· ​Cover the kid’s fees

· ​Build a business

· ​Taking up new hobbies

· ​Create unreal memories with loved ones

· ​Take the weight off of your shoulders FOR LIFE

· But, that list could go on, and on for hours.

The better question is, “what can’t it do?” and the answer is “nothing.”

Besides…

Can You Think Of A Better Option Right Now?

There has never been a more important time than now to have financial security, and prevent yourself from having the carpet ripped from under your feet.

Realistically, that’s not going to come from your job.

Most businesses will be cutting back for a long time, before they even begin to look at promotions, and pay rises.

On a similar note, starting a business isn’t one of the wisest decisions either.

Not with the economy on its knees, and people tightening their pockets.

“Traditional” wealth avenues are all but shut

So, it’s time to turn to a different approach.

An approach that, unlike putting your neck out on the line to your boss at work, or your bank for a business loan — there is no risk.

If we’re being extremely picky, you might say, there’s risk in investing in The Genie Script program…

But, for the price of the Genie Script program as it currently is, then you’d have to say doing your weekly grocery shop was a risk.

Or, class going out for dinner is a risk.

It’s nowhere near the risk of investing a lump sum in the stock market, or a start-up.

Besides, in life you can never get anything for nothing.

Not anything valuable anyway. The Genie Script can make your dream and make you financially free the way it generated $1,000,000.00 in 30-days for Wesley Virgin.

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So here’s what you’ll get by enrolling inside The Genie Script:

A. 4x 10-Minute Meditation Every Week

During these 10-min sessions, Wesley teaches how to master his unique meditation techniques. There are four (4) of these session every week.

B. Video Training On The 5 Meditative States

The root of successful meditation is really understanding the process. So in these training videos, Wesley breaks down the 5 brain wave states (Alpha, Beta, Theta, Delta, and Gamma). He also goes in-depth into the benefits of each state and when to put yourself into each state to see the best results.

C. Access To Wesley’s Private Facebook Community

I’m personally a big believer in the power of community. So I was personally happy that Wesley included a private FB community where you’ll be able to connect with people with similar aspirations and vision like yours, get inspired by other people’s results, and most importantly, stay focused for the entire 30 days.

ADDITIONAL BONUSES!!! (THESE BONUSES ARE INCLUDED IN WESLEY’S GENIE SCRIPT PROGRAM)

Bonus #1: Wealth Frequency Binaural Beat Track

This simple binaural beat track will engage your brain in a totally unique, highly-potent state of manifestation simply by listening to it.

Bonus #2: Kundalini Touch Exercise

This exercise is a magical science that uses sound, mantra and energy healing to awaken beliefs of abundance to manifest physical desires more rapidly.

Bonus #3: Supernatural Third Eye Activation Exercises

Developing your third eye helps you to connect your self, and spirit and strengthen your psychic and manifestation abilities.

Bonus #4: Occult Walking Guided Meditation Audios

This is a technique that allows your mind to unconsciously concentrate and manifest your desires while you walk during your day to day routine.

Note: You Can Check Out Their Video Presentation For More Insights Into What You Should Expect By Joining This Program

GENIE SCRIPT PRICE: The Price You Have To Pay To Start Creating Your Dream Life In Just 30-Days with The Genie Script Program.

This is about you.

Think about all the things that you want to achieve in your life. I bet it goes way past the material things, like a nice car, house, or watch, real quick.

You want to build a legacy too.

A foundation for your family, future and present to thrive on.

You want to be their hero.

You want to be the person that changes the trajectory, puts everyone on a better path, and brings respect to the family name.

He want this to be accessible to everybody. So, usually the program is $389.00. But, for today, you can get your hands on it for just $37!

Whether you’ve tried meditation before and it hasn’t worked, or you’re brand new to it, this is your shot to master a technique that’s PROVEN to work.

And I’m sure you agree $37 is an insane deal to receive this priceless gift that allowed Wesley Virgin to

Retire his mom and pop

Buy both of his parents’ cars

Purchase the mother of his children a brand new house and car

Fly around the world to over 40 countries first class

Buy every dream car that he ever wanted CASH

Take his children around the world

Feed, clothe and educate 1000s of homeless men and women under the bridges in my city.

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Imagine how you would feel if you took a small action right now that will magically change your entire life for the better. The choice is yours to make on Genie Script.

The program is available and accessible as soon as you make the purchase.

Lastly, the program comes with a 60-day 100% money-back guarantee. So if you’re on the fence because you don’t wanna waste your money that might be helpful to you.

But personally, I didn’t need to request for a refund because I was honestly very impressed with the quality of research, the practicability of the insights, and the ongoing internal and external transformation that have begun taking place in my life since I jumped on the program.

The Genie Script: Is it a Scam?

Prefer a video review instead to validate if it is a scam or not? Check out this authentic video review I found on YouTube

I do not consider The Genie Script to be a scam. Although the testimonies behind it is astonishing but don’t take my word alone on it but listen to what this other people have to say about Genie Script.

The Man Behind The Genie Script: Wesley Virgin.

First things first, let me make something 100% clear:

Wherever you are now in your life, whatever position you’ve found yourself in, cannot be worse than where Wesley Virgin was when he first started on his journey to abundance…

…unless you’re reading this from inside a prison cell.

It’s easy to convince yourself that anyone with wealth started off with some kind of advantage but Wesley Virgin was actually the opposite.

From his story, Wesley Virgin said:

“I had a truly troubled and chaotic early adulthood.

I was a seriously lost young man that was heading off of the rails fast, destined to become the next local train wreck.

So, I did what a lot of people do and joined the Army.

I figured it would give me the discipline, structure, and salary I desperately needed to turn my life around.

It wasn’t.

I got kicked out.

Then, I tried to see if college was for me.

I figured that was the secret to a stable, suburban lifestyle that I saw in the movies.

It wasn’t.

I dropped out.

After that, my life fell into the worst kind of routine:

Going to jail, getting released, and getting sent back.

It was 10x in total.

During the time I was out, I got myself into a ton of debt, I got evicted, I lost cars. I was stupid. I even resorted to writing bad checks so my kids could eat.

I was a terrible, absent father, that couldn’t even be there consistently for them with the basics that they needed. I was rock bottom.

These were all the thoughts that were running through my head in my last stint in jail.

There I was in my orange jumpsuit, on my metal “bed,” thinking to myself:

Did I want to live the rest of my life like this?

Is this all there is?

There must be a better way to provide for my family?

I don’t know whether it was seeing the same old guards, same old inmates, and same old cells…

But, something snapped in me hard that day.

It was the slap across the face that I needed to wake myself up and change my life.

I went on a search for something different.

Clearly, I couldn’t nail down a job, or any of the conventional routes to living a good, honest, and abundant life…

That’s when I discovered meditation and manifestation.

I know what you’re thinking…

An ex-jail bird, meditating himself to a better financial, emotional, and mental state — seriously?!

And I would have had the exact reaction as you.

I’d have given up just like I’d given up on the army, and college, but for one thing:

The results I experienced.

I told myself, Wesley, you have got to stick with this for 30 days, before you can call it a write off.

If not for anything else, just do it for the kids.

Wow, all I can say is, that I am thankful that I did…

After I Meditated Consistently For 30 Days, Using This Unusual Soothing Sound, I Manifested 1 Million Dollars!                                                                  

If you’re shocked, imagine how I felt when $1,000,000.00 hit my normally broke bank account.

They must have thought I’d robbed a bank to get that kind of money…

…when in reality all I’d done is meditate!

In an instant, my life changed. I paid off my debts. I put down a deposit on a house.

​I paid for a brand new car outright. I promised my kids the world and gave it to them.

But, it wasn’t just about the immediate short-term things.

Suddenly, I had visions, I had dreams, and I had the means to make them happen.

A life of:

Generational Financial Security

​Insane, Unimaginable Success

​Surreal opportunity

It was only later when people started to ask for my secret…

…that I realized I had created a totally unique meditation technique.

It was so different from what people were used to that when they tried it, they were blown away with the results it manifested.”

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Wesley Virgin on Genie Script Meditation Program…

“If you’ve ever tried meditation or any manifestation methods before and it’s not created the results you wanted to — you’ve probably blamed yourself.

You’ve convinced yourself you were doing it wrong.

You’re not the right person to meditate.

But, I’m here to tell you that it’s not you that’s the problem.

You’re getting the wrong results because you’re using the wrong techniques!

Wrong techniques that are overcomplicated, and impossible to master even for Buddah himself.

They’ve become over commercialized.

You feel like you have to jump through a million hoops, only to find yourself back at square one.

Firstly, it’s not your fault.

They’re the techniques almost everybody tells you to use, so why would you think to look outside of them?

The important thing is you’re now about to discover the unique way to meditate that actually delivers million dollar results.

A technique that’s so simple to follow and that’s why it’s so powerful.

Anyone can master this…

AND with everything going on in the world — there couldn’t be a better time to do it.

With everything that’s going on in the world we have more time on our hands, and more need to take control of our own lives, and our finances than ever before.

You can start meditating the right way, starting tonight and attract wealth from the comfort of your own home. Then, when the world gets back to normal…

…you can always have this technique in your back pocket!

Think about it, whenever in this lifetime, might you have an opportunity as perfect as this to at least try something new like my meditation technique and give it 100% of your attention?

Mine was jail. Yours can be a pandemic!

If you pass up on this chance now, by the time you realize what you could have had, you either won’t have the time to invest to make it work…

Or, the current offer on the program will have expired.

Invest in yourself now, and thank yourself later!”

The Genie Script: Final Verdict.

So there you have it guys…that’s my review of Wesley’s new program The Genie Script.

As per Wesley, he planned the program as a thoughtful remedy (for your monetary, mental, and enthusiastic wellbeing) that you burn-through for 30 days, with the guarantee of emphatically modifying your psyche and permitting you show substantial outcomes and the kind of financial freedom you yearn for.

I’m as yet on the journey…and up until now, I can verify how I have become a considerably more engaged individual in my own mission towards my own objectives. The program assisted me with finding how to make reflection/meditation fun yet amazing, and it freed me up to grasping a wealth mentality.

I’m trusting my review helped in responding to your inquiries. Remember that on the off chance that you want to jump into his program, you can look at their authority site HERE.

Much obliged to you for perusing, and I’m wanting you to enjoy all that life has to offer!

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[spideymybucky]

Last a Life time

Peter x Reader, Peter x Liz for a moment, Ned, MJ

Summary: Peter and reader love each other without knowing it

Warnings: AGNST, bad words, self-hate????. Yeah thats good

word count: 3K+

(Y/N) wasn’t ready to face the truth, god she wasn’t ready to be lead down, but being ready didn’t matter to life. You could say that life was never fair to (Y/N), and that was an understatement. (Y/N) has had a hard life all through her childhood and part of her adolescence. She had to work, study and take care of her sister. Her parents were there, but just not there. They would come home time to time, bring money and food but disappear for the longest time, and the one in charge was (Y/N). It had always been like that, she was used to it.

Everything changed when social security found out about (Y/N) and her sister, making them move with their aunt to New York. She was excited, how can she not? Finally (Y/N) could be a normal teenager and concentrate in herself. She had waisted so much time, taking care of her sister that she hadn’t had a friend in years. It was time for her, time to live. But, life had other plans. Once they were in New York, (Y/N) was enrolled to Midtown High school.  She had always been intelligent, loved science and this was perfect for her.

Her first few days at midtown were awkward. Everyone had settled into groups and she was in limbo, bot really knowing where she belonged until chemistry class. Mr. Warren, decided to partner (Y/N) with Peter Parker, the class most academically fulfilled student. That day, was the start of an amazing friends ship, that lead to an incredible crush that only MJ knew about.

“(Y/N), you with us?” Ned asked. She looked at him and nodded. They were all at Peter locker, not really talking about anything interesting. Lately, Ned and Peter had been acting strange, leaving her behind and making her feel unwanted all over again, but she knew better than to act on her emotions. Acting up would lead to her being lonely, and she feared that.

“Ok, I’m gonna try and talk to Liz. Is my hair ok? How do I look?” He said staring at (Y/N). She swallowed deeply and smiled.

“You look fine, you’re gonna be great.” Peter nodded, and kept mumbling underneath his breath. Chanting word of encouragement. He went straight to Liz and they started talking, (Y/N) couldn’t watch.

“You ok (Y/N)?” Ned asked. He had those worried puppy dog eyes, that made (Y/N) heart melt. She smiled, a small and broken smile, and nodded.

“I’m going to be ok.” She said mostly to herself.

“C’mon, lets go to class.” Ned said, while slightly dragging her away. It was always like this to her, an unfair life. She was happy for Peter, god how could she not be but she was also heartbroken.

Lunch came sooner than expected, she sat at her normal seat with MJ, Ned and Peter were no where to be seen. Her friendship with MJ was weird, sometime she felt close to her and other times like they were polar opposites, but either way she lover her.

“Did you hear the rumor?” MJ cautiously spoke. (Y/N) shook her head and raised an eyebrow.

“What rumor?” MJ smiled at her, sorry evident in her features.

“Liz and Peter are now a thing. Don’t really care much, but I just wanted to tell you before… you know…” (Y/N) sadly smiled and nodded.

“It doesn’t matter MJ, I knew nothing was going to happen. Never had my hopes up.” She stated. MJ nodded and continued reading her book. (Y/N) felt lost, Ned and Peter weren’t probably coming, it wasn’t the first time this happened but it felt heavier this time. She felt left out, as if she was the new girl all over again. (Y/N) stood up and threw the rest of her lunch before bumping into someone. She looked up to see Peter staring down.

“Hey, (Y/N) Sorry we’re late. It just that, you know I was with Liz and Ned came, but we’re gonna make it up to you. I promise.” (Y/N) smiled and shook her head, leaving Peter near their table. All she wanted was to be left alone with her thoughts.

“Did I do something wrong?” Peter asked looking at Ned, as (Y/N) left his side.

“Not that I know of.” Ned said.

“God, you’re helpless.” MJ stated glaring at Peter and Ned, as they coward away. She stood up leaving the confused boys.

As the week progressed, (Y/N) was getting better at avoiding Peter. They only had one class together, which was advanced chemistry. It was Thursday, Lab day with Peter. Sometimes if Mr. Warren was in a good mood, that could change partners and she was hoping he was. She really didn’t want to be with Peter. She felt bad, about ignoring him, but it was the easiest way out. She had to figure out how to stop loving him.

“And then, I swear to god, I saw Spiderman.” (Y/N) entered the class talking to Jenny, a friend  that had nothing to do with Peter. It felt good to talk to someone who was clueless about his existence, or just didn't`t care enough.

“That’s cool Jenny, wanna sit with me?” Jenny looked at the board and shook her head.

“Can’t, Warren wants us to seat with our designated partner and do the experiment.” (Y/N) looked at her confused and followed he gaze. Written with black marker, Warrens instructions were there. Her plans fell out of view. Damn it, she thought, Why can life just work my way for a day?

(Y/N) sat next to Peter, slouching in front of him. His eyes just stared at her, she was completely ignoring him and in a way it bothered him. He really didn’t know why, but it did. Had he done something wrong? Said something wrong? All Peter wanted to do is figure out why she was mad. He missed (Y/N) even though he didn’t want to admit it.

“Hey (Y/N), I-I haven’t seen you around. Are you ok? Sure you are. How’s your sister? I miss going over. I-i called y-you yesterday, yeah, and you didn’t answer…” (Y/N) looked at him, just looked. No emotion was really shown, and that worried Peter, her usual (Y/E/C) eyes shinned but now they were dull, in fact tired.

“Peter, I’m ok. I’ve just been busy.” Her voice was strained, as if talking to him was an obligation. Peter nodded at her, his brown eyes roaming her face, trying to get a glimpse of emotion but failing. (Y/N) started the experiment before Peter. She wanted to get this over with and leave.

As the class progressed, (Y/N) and Peter entered a routine. They would only talk if necessary, if not they would communicate by nudges and nodding. Peter felt sad looking at his friend, hell one of his best friends, ignoring him without even a cause. He tried really hard to remember what he might’ve done, but nothing came in mind. And as Peter thought, the bell rang without warning. He stood up, following (Y/N) but Liz grabbed his arm. Her doe like eyes watched him and Peter, for the first time, felt annoyed by them. (Y/N) glanced at Peter, capturing his eyes for a second, just a second, but than he left with her.

Life was unfair, really unfair to her. Its something that you get used to, she thought. But that was life, Liz and Peter were meant to be and poor (Y/N) just had to watch them, even though it hurt, and did it hurt. Why couldn’t it just stop hurting?

Weeks passed and (Y/N) just fell out of their small group, entering limbo again. Sure she would eat lunch with MJ from time to time, and sometimes talk to Ned or go to the movies with him. But Peter was never there with them, she didn’t want him there and that was their unspoken rule. Most of the time, (Y/N) would be found at the library, sure her grades had gotten up. She even surpassed Peter in most subject, which was a huge victory, but their was none to celebrate it with. She felt lonely all over again, and she knew she brought it upon herself. Fucking hell, she knew it but her feelings were still there. She needed to get rid of them, so stupid her decided to go to Liz Allen’s party. She was gonna drink till oblivion and make stupid decision. She was going to forget about him.

(Y/N) put on her black skin tight jeans, the ones that made her booty pop, with a black bralette and a see-through white shirt. Her (Y/H/C) hair was styled in mermaid waves and her make up on point, red lipstick, contour and smokey eyes. She looked perfect, she needed to feel perfect. With a last glance at her mirror, she walked out and into the night. MJ, who surprisingly accepted to take her, was staying outside.

“MJ, hey” (Y/N) smiled. MJ looked surprised, because she had never seen her friend dressed so nice. It was refreshing, seeing (Y/N) so happy and excited.

“Hey, lets go” (Y/N) nodded and got in the car, which MJ’s mother was driving. Both the girls were talking about school, not mentioning Peter or Ned. It felt good, specially to (Y/N) because finally her feelings were at ease. She knew what might happen at the party, and sure Peter was going to be there, no doubt about that, but it was her night and none was going to take that from her.

“Thank you Mrs Jones.” (Y/N) said while closing the cars door. A small sigh left her mouth, the butterflies were starting to kick in but she pushed it all aside, as they started walking. They got in fairly quickly, and inside the house was in full party mode. Flash was screaming “Penis Parker” through the mic, while Peter was no where to be seen. People were dancing and screaming, some where playing games and others were just there, talking to their friends.

Everything was going perfect, she was with MJ in the kitchen  eating some toast and talking about boys and whatever until Peter appeared. (Y/N) turned around, for no reason, and locked eyes with him, making him stroll down to where they were with, no other than, Liz Allen. God, this was what she was avoiding.

“(Y/N) I didn’t know you were coming.” Liz smiled, showing her perfect pearled teeth. She hated her, she really did or wanted to.

“Hey MJ.” Peter mumbled, looking straight at (Y/N). She looked pretty, he thought. He had never seen her like that, all dressed up. It was new to him, seeing her like that, and a tingling feeling just bubbled up. He wanted to touch her but Liz was there, his dream girl. He wanted her, right?

“You coming, Pete?” Liz broke his train of thought. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek, slowly following her but, at the same time, he was secretly glancing at (Y/N).

“I shouldn’t have come. Why did I come?” She looked at MJ, and she just shrugged not sure how to answer.

“I thought you were over him.” MJ stated. (Y/N) just looked at her and shrugged. She thought she was.

“I need a drink.” (Y/N) stated looking for a cup.

“I don’t think that a good idea.”

“I really need it, MJ.” MJ just let her go, not wanting to be on (Y/N)’s bad side.

(Y/N) went looking for a drink, any thing to be in fact. She just wanted to forget everything, even her stupid name. She just needed to forget and all would be ok again.  She grabbed the bottle of vodka and purely drank it, not caring about anything and specially not the screams of encouragement. God, who had she become?

The minutes passed and the alcohol wasn’t doing an immediate effect on her, so she drank some more. She would down anything she had her hands on, drinks that tasted like shit and some that tasted good.  In the process of dancing with a random guy and drinking, she started feeling happy. She didn’t remember much, not really thinking about anything. She was just having a good time until someone pulled her.

“Hey..” She slurred out. She steadied herself and looked up at those brown-doe eyes she loved. Damn it, she though, not him again.

“God (Y/N), how much did you drink?” Peters soft voice resounded in her ears.

“Just a little, I swear… This much” She said, showing him with her fingers. Peter chuckled and shook his head. He had never seen her like this, so vulnerable to the world and it scared him. What would’ve happened to her if he hadn’t come? Would someone look out for her? Why the hell was he worrying about her and not Liz?

“God (Y/N), who are you going home with?” Peter said, dragging her to the kitchen. She shrugged, not really caring.

“MJ, my lovely hot friend, was going to take me but I can’t find her.” She pouted at Peter. He let out a chuckle, giving her a cup of water.

“You should drink this and then we’re going home.” He said pushing the water towards her, as she shook her hand violently.

“I don’t know you, I’m not gonna drink this, Who are you?” (Y/N) questioned. She looked at the boy and tried to leave the kitchen, but failing ultimately.

“C’mon (Y/N), you do know me. I’m Peter, remember?” She looked at him intensely, analyzing all of his features.

“You’re not Peter. If you were Peter, you would be with Liz instead of me.” She stated matter of factly.

“Thats not true, yo- He’s your f friend and I- he would obviously help you.” Peter said looking at her beautiful eyes. He had never noticed how her eyes squinted at him, trying to decipher her thoughts. He never really noticed her and he was starting now, or maybe he had noticed her but, just recently accepted it.

“No, he wouldn’t. He forgot all about me since his with Liz, or maybe I pushed him away. Who knows…” She  slurred out.

“Why would you push him away?” Peter questioned her. She had captured his full attention now. He wanted to know why she had been acting so distant, so unlike her. He wanted to know if it was something he had done.

“You can’t tell Peter though, he would freak.” She said pointing a finger towards him.

“Cross my heart.” Peter replied, while crossing his heart. She smiled, a full on smile that made his heart stop.

“ Well, if you must know I lo-”

“(Y/N)!” MJ screamed, slapping her hand towards (Y/N)’s mouth. She was about to spill the beans and MJ wasn’t going to be part of that, not now.

“MJ, what the hell?” Peter shouted. She had to come and ruin everything, Peter thought. He was just about to find out why his best friend and the girl he might love - but still won’t admit it-  is avoiding him. He really did hate her right now.

“C’mon (Y/N) lets go. My mom’s gonna kill me if you get and drunker.” MJ said trying to get (Y/N) to follow her. She really needed to leave.

“I’ll take her, if it’s too much trouble for you.” Peter mumbled.

“What?” MJ screamed.

“I said I’ll take her. I know where her house is, and her aunt knows me. Any way, if she doesn’t sober up I could just call her aunt and tell her she’s staying with me. They know me.” MJ looked at him, sure he mad a valid point but she was still worried about (Y/N). She was about to spill her most internal secret, but was that a bad idea? Peter needed to hear it too, get his head out of the gutter and realize Liz was just a cover up for his feelings.

“Ok, whatever. Text me if anything happens.” MJ left, getting into her mothers car and praying that nothing happened to (Y/N), one of her best friends. Peter looked at (Y/N) and carried her. She was in no position of walking, and the fast way to get her to his house was swinging, thats what he did.

When the got there, to Peter rooms,  (Y/N) looked at Peter, still not recognizing him. She was way over her head, all disoriented and dumb. He had never seen her like that, drunk out of her mind and it, kind of, worried him.

“I thought you were talking me home through the air like superman and Lois.” She mumbled.

“Yeah, well I don’t think its a great idea.”

“Yeah, me neither. Aunt Linda might flip out if she saw me like this, all drunk and stupid.” She said, laying on the bed. Peter looked at her, not knowing how to ask what her problem was with him. He wanted to know, and its true what they say because curiosity did kill the cat.

“Why do you hate Peter?” He slowly said, sitting next to her sprawled body.

“I don’t hate him, he’s to nice to hate.” She slurred out. He nodded at her, or maybe to himself cause she wasn’t looking.

“Than why are you ignoring him.” (Y/N) opened her eyes, she looked at the top of the bunk bed and shrugged.

“I guess, It’s hard for me to see him with Liz.” She whispered.

“Why?” Peter asked.

“Because I love him.” Her voice cracked and a tear slipped, falling down towards Peters comforter.

“What?” Peter asked dumbfounded at her confession. He had never imagined her to love him and he had never thought that maybe he felt the same way. His stomach was knots and his breath shaky, this was to much for him, and to much for her too.

“Yeah, It started with a small crush, you know? He was so nice and wonderful. He was always incredible, sure sometime I would feel left out but most of the times he would try and include me.” Peter looked at her, his eyes feeling up with joy and excitement. He never truly liked Liz. It had been (Y/N) all along. How was he so stupid? How could he be so dumb? Ned always mentioning you and how sad he felt when you started ignoring him. How he secretly followed you on your walks or when you would go to the mini market at midnight. It had always been you.

“He was the first to make me feel appreciated and important, after everything with my parents. Maybe I give him to much credit and to little to me. I don’t know.” She said smiling though her tears. “But he doesn’t like me and thats ok.” She stated, slowly falling asleep.

“I think he does, more than you know.” He quietly said. He did love you and when you woke up he would tell you, love you and be there for you. Everything and changed for him. You were it for him, you had always been. This was the start of something to last a life time.

#Peter parker #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #Mj #marvel cinematic universe #spider mention #peter parker x y/n #peter x reader #peter x you

[panhasapen]

Current WIPs Meme

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

Yesterday @byjillianmaria and @theticklishpear both did this and neither of them tagged me but both said anyone who wanted to do it could consider themself tagged and I Very Much do want to ramble about my projects so!! Here I am (I hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you in this post!)

I tag @winterspirit-13, @karenterrywrites, @jen-and-tonic, and anyone who, like me, wants to ramble about their projects! (And please do to tag me in the post (unless you don’t want to, that’s fine too); I love hearing people talk about stuff they’re making!)

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Dragon

This is what I’m working on right now for Camp NaNo! It’s been a concept since…freshman year? Maybe sophomore year? But now I am finally bringing it to fruition! It’s about a magic kid with anger management issues who’s destined to die saving the world, because I’m super original. It’s also very much about found family, because I’m a huge sucker for found family stories and of course I’m gonna write the kind of stories I love to read! It’s the longest time frame I’ve ever covered in a story, with the main storyline lasting from when the main character is nine to when he’s seventeen. It’s also been interesting to experiment with the PoV in this project. I didn’t plan this, but with a first-person past tense PoV, I’ve wound up writing the thing sort of in retrospect for the main character, so even though it’s a very close PoV the narration doesn’t always line up with how the main character feels at the time. (Mostly a lot of “I was very petty and stubborn,” because the guy is very petty and stubborn.) Anyway, the project’s supposed to be around 15k words, though so far it’s looking like it’s gonna be longer, and once I finish rewriting until I’m happy with it, I’m planning to put it online somewhere. Probably Wattpad, but who knows. I’ll link to it on this blog when it happens! (Many times. No one will escape.)

SABM

This is the story Leo’s from! SABM is such an old working title I don’t wanna admit what it stands for because it’s A) Very Bad and B) not even remotely relevant to the story anymore! I need a new working title. Anyway, it’s about this kid, Lydia (she’s actually the main character, contrary to popular belief), who goes to a magic boarding school! Because, again, I’m super original. She winds up roommates with another kid, Leo (yes, here he is), who’s very very friendly and immediately absorbs her into his friend group, where he meets Jenna and Michael, who you all may or may not remember, and their mentor/friend Olivia, who you probably don’t. The bunch used to have another friend, Zu (I gotta change his name), Leo’s old roommate, who was more or less bullied out of the magic school, so he’s definitely a victim but also highkey turned into an asshole and made a lot more victims, so it’s kind of about how being mistreated doesn’t give you license to mistreat others. The main story is about Lydia’s struggle to feel accepted into the main friend group, mainly because she doesn’t share this history with Zu with the rest of them and because while she thought she wanted to leave home, she misses it but doesn’t want to admit it, and there’s a side plot (which frankly can barely be called that since it’s just as large as the main plot; maybe a co-plot?) about Leo trying to deal with Zu’s leaving and becoming highkey an asshole. The idea is to play those plots against each other so it’s about how letting go of the past is important if holding on is harmful, but holding on is important if letting go is harmful, but the line between those two is far from clear and far from decisive. And magic factors into all of this, I swear. I want this to be a webcomic but at the same time I Do Not have the dedication required to actually sustain a webcomic, so while I am very passionate about this project, who knows what will become of it.

(Kudos and many thanks to anyone who’s still reading! I’ll try to be fast about the rest)

Spirit Woods is a story of gods, demons, and traitors. I conceptualized it in seventh grade, sort of, but it’s utterly and completely different now to the point where I have written three drafts, all of which I would consider first drafts as you’d never guess they’re the same story. And so much has changed since the last draft that the next one will probably be another first draft. This project seems fated to keep changing immensely and as a result never be completed. We shall see.

Dakota Chase is about a superhero kid named Dakota Chase who reads minds (originally he also had super speed, and the name stuck once I took that away) and how that affects his life as, like, a relatively normal teenager, in which Cody’s superpowers are highkey an analogy for queerness while his actually gay brother has a parallel arc with his actual gayness (though the superpower analogy one gets. Darker) (it’s a happy ending don’t worry (and the brother lives happily ever after with his giant dork of a boyfriend)).

Blood and Water/Voices/whatever else I called it is my first NaNo story from freshman year about a prince and a princess fighting over the throne and it’s about moral ambiguity and casual sexism and grief and strength and actually was a decent idea with really strong themes but mostly is an Embarrassment and I wrote eight entire pages about the prince trying to sew that had no relevance to the plot what am I doing

Nova is about a bunch of queer space pirates rebelling against a totalitarian space government and it was the first time I actually tried to be all thematic and statement-y and it went Badly and when I tackle this idea again I’m gonna focus more on just. Queer space pirates. Who doesn’t love queer space pirates

Dragonrider is (hopefully) gonna be a high fantasy western about a kid named Reck who learns to ride dragons and then maybe goes on a quest?? I gotta read a bunch of westerns before I make too many major decisions since I don’t know about the genre conventions yet. All I know is A) Reck’s parents died and his older sister had to take care of him because I love writing about non-traditional families and the character dynamics they bring, B) dragons came to the American West because of the gold rush, since dragons hoard gold and that just makes sense (plus lizards in a hot, dry climate makes sense), and C) if my pseudo-historical American West can have dragons it can also have queer and non-white characters treated respectfully (read: the main trio are a Mexican trans dude, his lesbian sister, and his nonbinary dragonriding coach; the story’s conflict is not centered around race, gender, or sexuality)

Anyway I’ll probably post this and immediately go “[INSERT MAJOR PROJECT HERE]. HOW DID I FORGET [INSERT MAJOR PROJECT HERE]” because I have So Many WIPS all of the time but have at least a sampling of all the things I’ve kind of made

If you wanna know more about any of this feel free to shoot me a message and I will gladly yell more about my children!!

#bloop #Dragon (project) #SABM #Spirit Woods #Dakota Chase #Nova #Dragonrider #to proove my point about that last bit: I nearly forgot to include Dragonrider #like I thyped that last bit before I thped my Dragonrider blurb #ANYWAY. this was fun!! I love to yell about my story children #please yell at me about your story children (or whatever creation children)!! I would love to hear about them

[sidewaysdreamer]

I wrote a story a while back...

And I thought I might as well post it. WARNING: This story deals with mature content, such as suicide and depression. If this bothers you, please, either stop reading, or skip to the very last paragraph; I find that one to be the most important. While this story was inspired by real life events, it is not 100% true, and any and all likenesses to people are completely accidental. There comes a time in everyone's life in which they have a story to tell. This story, it reflects the innermost parts of that person, the parts they never would have shown people until that time. Right now, it's my turn to tell a story. My name is Raimond Sorce, and this is the story of how I killed myself. The week had started out like every other week for the past four years: slow and uneventful with a side depression and self-loathing. Cliché, right? I know. Just like every other story. The only difference is, in my story, no one knew. Not my parents, not my best friend - hell, even I didn't really know. I thought I wasn't getting enough sleep or enough vitamins, not that I was suicidally depressed. I remember walking down the hall of my high school, seeing all the teens laughing or holding hands, or those simple few, like me, who were just trying to skate by with a C in Calculus. Later, I remember sitting outside after practice, just watching cars go by, when I realized I was thinking about what would happen if I walked down to Main Street and simply walked into traffic. Then, when I realized I had stood up and started walking that direction, I realized something was wrong in my head.  Now, I was the kind of person who kept to myself. I held open doors, I sat in the back of the class, I set three alarms just to make sure I actually got out of bed in the morning. But learning that I subconsciously wanted to die was something even I, myself, didn't want to believe.  Unfortunately, my being suicidal actually made sense. I wasn't sleepy, I was tired - of life. Tired of the day-to-day looping routine. Tired of having to be. So I made the decision to die. Now, mind you, this was in no way an easy decision to make. I had seen all "you hurt more people than you think" pictures and all the "I believe in you" quotes. I, myself, was guilty of posting these and sharing these to help out others. But I wasn't happy. I hadn't been for a long time. And it was finally time to do something about it.  I decided to finish out the week at school. I don't know why, it just felt important. Like it was almost ironic that I planned to die on a friday. Maybe I was stalling. Maybe I didn't fully understand the magnitude of what I was about to do. That day, I gave my best friend the biggest hug I ever had because I knew on monday, it wouldnt be me there to support him. I turned in all of my late work to every teacher. I returned all of my library books. I cleared out my locker. I gave 110% at practice that night, and when everyone had left for the weekend, I started my journey. In a daze, I walked to the end of the school. As I stood at the chain link fence that surrounded it, I felt numb. Slowly I turned around and started walking. I walked through the hall, peering into each empty classroom, knowing I would never see them again. I stopped and gazed into every display case there was, looking at items and papers from the school's glory days, way back when. I looked into the cafeteria, knowing I would never again mindlessly clamber through, looking for the biggest serving of ravioli I could get my hands on.  I walked past the outdoor tables, thinking of the few friends I had and how we would risk the 30 degree weather just so we didnt have to interact with other people. We practically lived at that table: the one closest to the garbage, but farthest from the people.  I walked around the science wing, looking through the windows at the chemistry class colored test tube experiments and the astronomy class diagrams of the stars. I stopped as I passed the agriculture room. Being a part of the FFA had changed my life, but I still stopped to think back and remember the good times we had in that classroom: making flower diagrams out of play-doh, learning how to act in an interview, gaining skills that would give me a step up in the world. I was grateful for my time within those four walls. After that, I slowly made my way to the common area, the place we all went between classes to chill for a bit or to get something out of our lockers. I walked over to all my old lockers. I had four, in total: first came one by the student services center, then one somewhere in the middle. Next came my locker in the far corner of the room, and finally came the locker I was using this year. Number 33. Code 7-45-37. Being a senior, I was finally eligible for the double digit lockers closest to the doors. As I opened it, I was greeted by a flood of old memories: the notes my friends and I put in each other's lockers, one of my best friends finding out exactly which lockers you could open without a code and putting a paper with pi to a thousand places in each of them. Unreciprocated crushes. I put each memory in my backpack and closed the door. Finally, I walked past the music room, half illuminated by security lights. As I gazed through the "soundproof" glass, I realized I never again would feel the adrenaline pump through my veins as I auditioned for a solo or feel the frustration when that one soprano kept aiming for that high notee that just wasn't in her vocal range. I had never seen the room look so empty, not in my six years of basically living in that room. As I walked past it, I couldn't help feeling a bit forlorn. That room was never going to be the same. As I got into my car, my original plan came back into my mind: drive and don't stop till the car does. Which basically meant drive off a cliff, but I wanted my parents to at least have closure. So I went with Plan B, which took place at home. When I got there, everything was as it usually is: parents car in the driveway, pile of leaves under the tree in the front yard. I walked up the drive with a determination I had never felt before. I was really gonna do it. When I got to the door, I hesitated. How was I going to do this? It was hard enough to do stuff with one parent home, let alone two. If I was going to do this, everything needed to be perfect. With that, I walked in the door. . . and looked my mother in the eye and said "I need help." I'll bet you ten to one that throughout this entire story, you thought my parents were going to find me in my room, lifeless; that I was really going to kill myself. Well, I did. I killed the part I didn't like. I took the biggest leap of faith of my life, telling my mom how I was feeling. We talked it out, and took the necessary steps to work it out. I'm now on three different medications that are working wonders and I couldn't be happier. I even managed to snag a boyfriend out of this whole ordeal. We've been together for almost three years now, and are going to college together.  Please, if you are going through something like this, tell someone. There really are people who care about you. I care about you. There are sites like 7cupsoftea that have real life people waiting to hear anything you wanna talk about, and if its starting to get really serious, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255. Someone is there 24 hours a day to help you. You are not alone. 

#story #depressive #help yourself #memories #7cupsoftea #sad #helpful #suicide #real but fake #prevention #please share #love #speak up #speak out #carry on

[sheepydraws]

And So They Lived (3/6)

Part 1 Part 2

Odd sat down in the stairwell and put his head in his hands. He said he would just go over to Jeremie’s and hang out, but he couldn’t. He avoided that entire side of the dorm.

He understood. He really did. If he had someone to make out with he’d be at it every chance he got. But maybe he’d get with someone with a single? Or had more neglectful parents? Besides, if he didn’t leave he would have to watch them sitting on Ulrich’s bed, cuddling and chatting or watching dumb videos. No amount of trashy electronica in his headphones or bizarre and vivd imagery across his computer screen could block that out. 

So he said he’d go hang at Jeremie’s since it was getting too cold at night to go on long walks in the woods. He wished Kiwi was still around. Not so Odd had and excuse to be out of the room, but so that he could leave Kiwi there and he would stare at them while they hooked up till they got uncomfortable.

All the things he did to keep that dog safe from the school board and XANA killed him. It wasn’t even calculated as far as anyone could tell. Just a bad mix of exposed wiring and an overly inquisitive snout. Jim caught them burying him and blustered over, asking what on earth they thought they were doing with those shovels, but then he noticed that Odd was crying so hard he was shaking. He stood there while Odd and Yumi dug, head bowed. When the headmaster passed by Jim jogged over to him and they talked for a while before leaving. No one bothered the five of them after that. Jeremie read a bible passage he had printed out, something simple about putting a soul to rest. Aelita carved a sigil into the freshly turned earth and left marigold seeds in it.

It was the nicest send off that turd of a dog could have asked for.

XANA’s parting had been less ceremonious. Odd had thought it was over when they shut the supercomputer off for the last time, but about a week later Jeremie called him.

“I keep having these dreams where it lights up again all on it’s own.”

“Aelita’s the one who has visions, Einstein.” Odd mumbled into his pillow. Besides the abrasions and sprained ankle he felt like he was coming down with a low grade cold. It didn’t help that Jeremie had called him at five in the morning.

“I know. I know. We cut all the power cords, we smashed the circuit boards, but I can’t help but wonder if she’s still in there somewhere.”

Odd rolled over on to his back and squinted in the early morning sunlight. “So? You want us to take the whole thing apart?”

“Yes.”

Odd groaned. “Why don’t we figure out why the building’s been abandoned all this time while we’re at it, eh?”

At least Yumi was put on that job, tracking down the deed. Odd preferred working with the welding torch or prying wires apart. Their last few weeks of summer fell into a pattern: Wake up early, walk down to the factory, take things apart for a few hours, lunch, a little more work, and then goofing off for a while before heading to bed. Occasionally Odd would think to ask why they were never in the factory after sundown, but then he would shudder and the urge would pass.

Jeremie was even more obsessed with tearing everything down than he had been with resurrecting Aelita. He filled journal after journal with drawings and pictures and notes as they took the transfer tubes apart. 

“Do you think you’ll ever build them again?” Ulrich asked once they had taken apart the first tube and Jeremie was satisfied that he didn’t need to monitor the dismemberment of the other three as closely. “I mean, you took all those notes cause you want to reverse engineer it, right?” He made grabby fingers and Jeremie passed him the large screwdriver, the one they used as a small crowbar.

“I think the knowledge is worth having, but I don’t know if there will ever be a real use for them.”

“Are you kidding?” Odd said, grunting a little as the panel Ulrich had been working off the tube came free and it’s full weight landed in his arms. He heaved it to the side and Aelita hauled it off to add to the pile of scrap metal upstairs. 

“What?” Jeremie said.

“There are like a million things you could do with these! A fully immersive gaming experience aside, the army funded them the first time, they’d probably pay for them again.” 

“Odd’s right.” Yumi said from where she had set up camp at the side of the transfer room. Even with her fractured arm she was doggedly typing away, trying to figure out who had the deed for the factory, and if they had, in fact, been paying the power bills. She didn’t have to, but she was there every day with the rest of them, sitting out of the way with Aelita’s laptop. “If you got the patent on these you could be a billionaire.”

Jeremie made a face. “But I didn’t build these. I’d be profiting off someone else’s work.”

“Aelita could submit it, then.”

“Aelita could submit what?” Aelita asked as she walked back in.

Jeremie passed her a pair of wire cutters. “Yumi was just saying that if we patented the transfer tubes, and the coding behind them, we could make a lot of money.”

Aelita turned to the massive cables that covered the inside of the tube like arteries and snipped the cutters absently. As they had done the last time, Odd and Ulrich would get all the panels off the tube, while Jeremie and Aelita started on the wiring inside. Then they would get out the ladder, rip out the chunks of metal that held the tube to the ceiling, and work their way down until there was nothing left except for a few bolt holes in the floor.

“We are the only people in the world who know how to work it.” Aelita said as she cut the top of a bundle of cables. “And it’s my father’s invention. I probably would have gotten the money one way or another.”

Odd took another sheet of metal from Ulrich and dragged it to the elevator. By the time he got back Yumi had been asked to open a new word document and was taking dictation on possible uses for the transfers. 

Of course that had been summer vacation. Now it was the middle of October and what was left of the super computer and the tubes were in boxes in Jeremie’s room. They had sold a lot of it as scrap metal, the rest Jeremie wanted to repurpose. Maybe it comforted Jeremie, or gave him a sense of closure to put XANA’s pieces back together as useful, normal computers, but Odd still didn’t know the first thing about technology, and all he saw was XANA slowly invading the world again. Jeremie explained to him over and over that it was like using the organs of a cadaver to give new life, but Odd’s fear was just getting worse. He couldn’t be in Jeremie’s room anymore without feeling like the boxes were breathing, spilling the same dark smoke-nanoparticles, he now knew-that trailed through the last four years of his life.

“Are you going to throw up?”

Odd jumped. He had his head buried in his hands for so long the fluorescent lights seared his eyes and he had to blink rapidly before Sissi’s face came into focus. 

“What are you doing here?”

She shrugged. “Nicholas was sick. I brought him some vitamin C and stuff.”

“I thought you two weren’t friends anymore.” Ever since Nicholas finally started his own band.

“Yeah, but we were. And he’s sick.”

This isn’t the kind of logic Odd would have expected from Sissi. It’s shockingly nice. But then, more than one thing about Sissi had been shocking lately. 

“You wanna watch a movie?” Odd asked.

Sissi shifted the weight on her hips and he couldn’t help but notice A. she had hips, and 2. the way the fabric of her jeans stretched across them was mouth watering.

“Which one?” She asked, rightfully suspicious of his taste after last time.

“You choose.”

“Like Water For Chocolate.” She said, with a decisive nod. 

Odd stood up and felt light headed for a second as all the blood rushed to his feet. “It’s another romance, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but then you cry.” She looked him up and down. “You look like you’re in the mood for that.”

Odd didn’t respond, just followed her to her room. There was still candy left over from last time, but it paled in comparison to the food porn on screen. And the actual porn.

“Jesus.” Odd muttered about halfway through. It was embarrassing enough watching two people make out with Sissi next to him, now he had to see bare breasts too?

“That’s completely non-sexual, Odd. Grow up.”

Odd smacked the space bar. “I’m sorry, you want me to rewind it? Did the narrator lady not just say, ‘The passion of his lover’s gaze transformed-‘“

“It’s a metaphor.”

There was an extended stare down, which Sissi won by pressing play. 

“I don’t know how I’m going to cry about this.” Odd said.

“It’s like Romeo and Juliet. It sneaks up on you.”

Odd considered this, but, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Romeo and Juliet.”

Sissi paused the movie again, just so she could look at him aghast. 

“Okay,” She said, slapping the space bar, “We’re watching that next.”

Odd did not appreciate the assumption that he was ever going to do this again. But he did cry at the end. It was beautiful. He tried to explain exactly what was so beautiful about the last scene even as he watched it, but he choked on the words and just cried. Something about that made Sissi laugh, though tears rolled down her cheeks too.

“I always cry at the end.” She managed. “Every time. Same with Romeo and Juliet.”

Odd tried to say something back, but he was crying too hard. He kept it up right through the credits. Sissi sat with him till he finished. She didn’t say much, or rub his shoulders or anything like that, but she walked him back to to his dorm. Odd wasn’t sure how that might look, but it felt good to have a buffer against anyone he might run into, even if Sissi might have been one of the people he dreaded seeing under other circumstances.

“Good night.” She said as he opened the dormitory’s front door.

“Night.” He replied, his voice shaky and spent.   

Ulrich was still up when Odd kicked his way into the room, but Yumi was long gone. “Where have you been?” He asked.

“Out.” Odd said as he sat down on his bed and wrestled his boots off.

Ulrich looked up from his laptop. “Were you crying?”

Odd touched his cold cheeks. He considered telling Ulrich the truth, but ‘I was having a heart to heart with Elizabeth Delmas’ sounded like sarcasm. “Nah. Just kind of drippy from the wind.”

“I’m sorry about that. We probably shouldn’t be sending you out when it’s this cold.”

“No, I-I was in the library. Watched some stuff in the media room. It was fine.” That was when Odd decided not to say anything about Sissi. It wasn’t a big deal. Not like he was going over to her place all the time, slowly working his way through her massive movie collection. They were almost all romances, many of them rom-coms. She always warned him if he would cry at the end, and he was surprised the first time he told her he wasn’t in a crying mood.

A/N: Like Water for Chocolate and Romeo and Juliet are both about star crossed lovers and for both of them I spend the first 3/4 quarters laughing inappropriately and the rest crying. 

The best movie version of Romeo and Juliet (in my humble opinion) is Romeo+Juliet with Leonardo DiCaprio. It’s colorful and stylized and it makes you believe in Romeo and Juliet’s love, which is what a successful production must do. (It’s why i don’t like West Side Story, but that’s a rant for another day).

Part 4

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