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nicolesainz · 8 months

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Timeless (CS55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader

Warnings: much much fluff, bits of heattbreak, flashbacks

Summary: Carlos has had many supporters, even during his first years in racing. Deep down he knows that only one of them stands truly out and will be by his side until the end of the line.

A/N: The story is from Carlos’s POV :)

Two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house.

“Will you make me wait any longer? I’m bored, let’s go!” Y/N hand’s we’re grabbing my legs, pulling me off of my bed. It was Saturday afternoon and exactly a week after I’d fly to England for two whole months.

Two entire months without being near Y/N. Hearing her voice. Feeling her touch. Being hugged by her and kissed on the forehead. Being encouraged by her praising words. Feeling the butterflies in my stomach every time she is around.

“Okay, fine, fine. You win! Let’s go. We will take my car this time. Yours is always squeaking and I’m afraid we will be stranded.” I gave in on her suggestion of going to see a new romantic movie that had just been released. All our mutual friends had invited her with them, but she always refused to. Two were the main reasons why.

First, they all went as couples and she didn’t want to be third wheeling. And secondly, I wasn’t here. I was in Barcelona for testing. Now it was finally her time to see the movie in the comfort she chose.

I was never planning on going to see that movie. Like Lando has told me, romance movies are not my cup of tea. But I’d sit and admire her passion about those films all day and night.

“I’m so sorry miss, but we are sold out. Maybe come tomorrow morning to check for new tickets?” The cashier tried to sound a little bit hopeful for Y/N’s sake, but that didn’t quite work.

“Oh yeah, sure. Thank you very much!” Y/N put on a fake smile and took my hand in hers, leading us back to my car. Disappointment was drawn all over her face. I couldn’t bare looking at her like this. I felt so bad that I couldn’t do anything.

“I should’ve gone with the guys. Why did I think there would still be availability for tickets? It’s the highest selling movie and has such a big demand.” She was scratching her head, trying to hold back the frustration.

“I’m so sorry amorcito. I would’ve booked you tickets if I knew earlier. We can try again tomorrow. I’m up for it.” Truth be told, I would have fallen asleep on the cinema seat if we went to the next day’s screening, since my father had taken me to practice.

“No worries Carlos. Let’s just go home and we can order something. My parents are out so we can find an old dvd or play a board game.” She wouldn’t even look at me. She was staring at her phone, typing to her girlfriends how in the end we didn’t find any tickets.

What took me by surprise was some of the messages I peeked as I was trying to catch her attention, clearly failing.

“Will Carlos take you anywhere romantic?”

“I bet if you asked him to go to the fun fair he’d speed there”

“TELL HIM THE TRUTH GIRL”

What truth? Did she want to go to the fun fair? Where should I take care? What was she hiding from me?

I turned on the car and took the opposite direction from her house, which lead to one of Madrid’s biggest fun fairs ever. Especially this time of the year, it was really enjoyable and nice.

I wanted Y/N to enjoy her time. Have fun. Live freely. See her happy. I was driving as fast as I could, so she wouldn’t notice where I was taking her.

Comfortable silence had take over the car ride, but after a few moments I heard slight snoring. I looked next to me during the red light to see that she had fallen asleep.

I don’t even know how many hours of sleep she’s lost due to talking with me on the phone, keeping me company, from the other side of the world. While I was warming up her voice was calming me down. It was like a ritual. But I didn’t understand that I was affecting her negatively this much. I had to make it up to her.

I decided not to wake her up until we reached our destination. I turned off the radio so the music wouldn’t bother her and focused on the road.

I would’ve read your love letters every single night.

“Mi guapa, do you mind waking up for a second?” I softly whispered in her ear, not wanting to startle the peace she was in. Slowly, she was rubbing her eyes and only the bright lights of the fair hit her eyes, her mouth fell open in surprise.

"Wha-Carlos what is this?"

"A way of trying to bring your smile back"

Y/N took my hand in hers and squeezed it very tightly, as if I was going to disappear. The sparkles in her eyes gave me hope and her cheeks, even though light was limited, were as maroon as ever.

"What are we waiting for then? Let's go have some fun." I opened her door and she quickly grabbed my bicep and guided us inside the funfair. She was swirling and shouting at all the games she wanted to play or the rides she wanted us to go in.

I am not a funfair guy. Even as a kid, when my sisters brought me here, I would sit out most of the rides with an ice cream on my hand, enjoying the view. I feel like with Y/N being so excited and thrilled, my inner child found what it was looking for.

What excites me is racing and speed. That day, I had found an even better reason to be excited and happy. I didn't mind the noise, the screams, the swearing, or the chilly air. I was purely happy just being alongside Y/N and seeing her with a massive smile plastered on her face.

When we entered the haunted house, we had been warned that actors pop up every now and then. She wouldn't let go of my hand, scared that in the darkness of the room I would run away. But no. I had to stop running away from her. From my feelings towards her.

I was holding her waist firmly, wanting to balance her and prevent any possible accidents. As we were close to the end of the 'tour', a witch actress scared the both of us for the last time with skeletons surrounding us.

Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs. But what she did say, almost made me fall on the ground.

"I do not want to die without having kissed you"

She wanted to kiss me? My Y/N wanted to get a taste of my lips? And as it seemed as badly as I did?

I wasted no time and in utter dark, I held her face against mine, smashing my lips onto hers, bringing the heat of her body closer to mine, wanting to secure her.

The taste of her lips was as I had imagined. The feeling I had in my stomach was levels superior to the thrill Formula One had ever given me. From race win to podiums, I had never felt like this before. It was everything I wanted. Everything I desired.

When I broke the kiss, we walked outside of the haunted house and being confronted with a visible shock on her face, but it being painted wine red. Her fingers were touching her lips, unaware of what had just happened. The other hand was on her chest.

"Is it possible to die from butterflies or being in love?" she whispered softly, coming closer to me and eyeing me directly. My own heart warmed at the sight of her being so shy and innocent. Jesus we were 20 but at that moment I felt like a 15 year old boy again, falling in love with my best friend, with whom I would share irrelevant information about my mechanics on my home's front porch.

"Don't die on me cariño. I haven't even said 'I love you' yet."

#carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine

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okayto · 8 months

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Professionalism is hard, particularly when you're new to situations that require it (but age is no certain measure of professionalism, as seen in the many, many Ask A Manager letters about people of all ages). This reply-dominated post has a lot of great advice...as well as some entertaining stories about times people got it wrong:

My company hires their interns at a full time, full benefit job if they work out. Most of our interns don’t know that but it’s true. Some we have failed to hire: –Came in late every day –watched movies at their desk –were heard yelling “Yahtzee!” at their desk –dressed in beach wear (conservative office)

I think the biggest thing that I struggled with was realizing that while I could end up making good friends … that was rare. Like, really rare. Don’t confuse being friendly with getting a friend or a new BFF.

Observe. Lurk. Be quiet and see how a culture works. What is okay behaviour at one place might be highly encouraged or fireable at another. Imagine a workplace sort of like a blog or forum like this one – do you start posting right away or do you read through it, get to know the place, and see what is expected?

Like Alison mentioned, if something seems off or odd to you, ask for the WHY. In the case of the dress code, there were good reasons for the dress code, the interns just weren’t aware of those reasons and didn’t take the time to fund out the why (or didn’t think it mattered once they were told).

Don’t be afraid to ask questions such as, “I don’t know what to do in this situation. Can you guide me?” People are not expecting you to have all the answers – early in your career or ever, really.

People don’t like being put on the spot or called out in meetings — but “Can I have a few minutes of your time later to ask some questions” is something that I truly appreciated from our interns.

They want you to show up when they need someone there, do the tasks that they prioritize, serve their customers, etc. [...] I didn’t realize that the exchange is: my labor for their enterprise in exchange for their money in my bank account. It can take some time to build the “calluses” of working for someone else’s benefit and not your own.

Side note: the biggest thing I learned in front-facing customer service that I still use in my professional career is this: people want to know what you can do for them, not what you can’t.

To repeat a comment I made on a previous post, always observe the golden rule of diplomacy “Before speaking, engage brain!”. Another commenter then expanded on this with the WAIT principle (Why Am I Talking?)…

I’d say a corollary to “Ask questions” is “Let stuff go.” Sometimes you don’t get the answer but you’ve used up enough time on the matter; sometimes also you have to let stuff go because we all have to let stuff, ranging from weird policy to annoying co-workers, go.

Be comfortable saying “I’d like to think about it first. Can I let you know tomorrow?” That gives you time to search boards like this and get advice from others.

Watch what other people are doing. What seems to be the norm. Note that the norm is not always ok. If someone is always cursing up a blue streak and showing up to work in a pink tutu, and no one else is, I wouldn’t suggest cursing in a tutu at work. There might be Reasons.

In terms of when to speak up, my criteria are: Are you the right person to address this? Is this the best time to do so? What can your perspective bring that others’ cant?

Assume that the rules apply to you. Follow the dress code, show up on time, do what you’re supposed to do. If you notice other people are coming in late or not following the dress code, ask if you can do the same (but if the answer is no, accept it and move on).

Never ever ever trust anything you see in movies or tv shows. I cannot think off-hand of any show or movie I’ve seen that depicts people behaving professionally in an office setting. Because behaving professionally is boring, and that doesn’t work well with drama or comedy.

Do not microwave fish or popcorn in the breakroom microwave.

There ARE stupid questions. Anyone who says there aren’t is either stupid or lying. Questions that are stupid are ones that have already been answered but you didn’t read or listen to the presented information the first time, or you were late for the meeting.

Trust me, your manager will be much happier taking 15-20 minutes every few weeks to help you improve, rather than having to explain to the CEO why you reply-alled the yearly holiday party invite with a meme about butt-chugging (true story).

#work #job tips #for the hypothetical guide I would pass out to students #link

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mdhwrites · 1 year

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I’m 27 Today! Let’s Talk About How I Write and How It’s Not What You’re Expecting

So to get it out of the way: It’s my birthday today! I don’t have any special plans today but I do have plans for Chinese and the D&D movie tomorrow with my family that I’m excited for. If you want to give me any sort of present, buying my books and leaving reviews on them is sincerely the best thing you can do for me. It is my job after all. But I thought I’d take today to let you all know what the process of writing looks like for me. After all, I talk a lot about stories, planning, structure, etc. like that. Writing isn’t an easy art form, even if technically anyone can writer. We’re all taught the basics as kids after all. Consuming books can genuinely make you a better writer because you’re exposed to every element of writing with them. I mostly learned writing from the books I read voraciously when I was younger and then cleaned up my style and learned the proper rules of writing through editors. I haven’t taken a single college course or the like on creative writing after all. A lot of what I know is from experimentation, extrapolation, etc. like that. But enough of that. Let’s get into my process. So first, naturally, start with concept. What is it I want to write about. Let’s take one of my works I don’t talk about as much: Under the Boughs of Love. Its concept was simple: Follow a girl growing up with the help of a living tree and her best friend/first love. Add a troubled family life because this was inspired by Lumischa and you have the base concept. Second, though mostly optional, is style. On a grander level, this could be said to be the point where I decide if a concept is fanfiction or original fiction. How drastic of an AU is often the deciding factor for that though. With this, I’m actually talking about things like the story being done in a journal style or if it’s going to be first person or third person. For Under the Boughs, I decided to explicitly make the structure be that every year was one chapter. That way it could fulfill the desire of the passing of time while making how much time had passed clear, consistent and also gives it a good, brisk pace that it might not have otherwise. I then figure out what character archtypes are going to work for the story, bare minimum the main character, and then I start writing. This usually can happen within five minutes of forming the concept. Sometimes less if I don’t need to use the bathroom or the like. That... Isn’t a joke. So understand that I’ve tried making this sort of blog a LOT of times to try and explain how I function as a writer and I always get stuck in that everything I’m explaining feels very obvious to me. I never get into the weird fact that my brain runs a BILLION MILES AN HOUR. And when I board the train of a concept, it’s going whether I have everything in place or not. And I don’t think that’s wholly bad. One of my biggest strengths as a writer I think is improvisation. That the discoveries I make of characters as I write them don’t present obstacles to me but instead opportunities. Let’s take Blair from Rich Witch as an example. She has a bit too blunt of an introduction in my opinion and the crueler parts of her personality come out before much of anything else. This actually fits thematically with Azu but the question becomes to me: Why? Why does my brain demand she be so aggressive from go? And so there’s a chapter spent having the characters ask her that and so we get to explore a side character and what the training that had them isolated for three months did to their brain and how they’re kind of having to adjust. Rather than make the incongruity be a problem, I ask how I can use it to my advantage. How can I world build with it, what are the storytelling opportunities I can come up with it and what am I learning about my own perception of a character with it? Not to say I don’t plan at all. I might start a story with minimally a plan but that can work more than fine for a chapter or two and especially for a one off where you don’t need much more of a plan than the concept. It’s just that I can start with very little and the planning I do do? It’s all kept in my brain as I ruminate over the larger moments I’ll be going for. Consider what I just wrote and what I can do with it. Consider what the larger story I want to tell. But a lot of it is built off of what I discover in the early stages of writing a story as much as any other part.

It’s where I get my statement that I have ‘good instincts’. This ESPECIALLY is true in regards of themes. I’ve bullshitted my way through claiming themes for my stories for a long time but that’s not a part of my planning or my core writing style. It wouldn’t even make sense with my goals. Because my goal as a writer, above ANYTHING else, is to just give a coherent, enjoyable story. If it’s deep and can be considered some grand piece of art: Cool. But I don’t give a shit. My goal is to make the stories I want to make and hope that someone else enjoys it too. Themes and the like are entirely secondary to me than that. There’s only one of my works, especially that I’m proud of, that’s different and that’s Crises Girlfriends. And, frankly, it wasn’t so much a theme as a demand from my personal experiences. The story could not have love be what cured the two’s mental health problems. I did not want to perpetuate that dangerous story telling crutch if I was going to make something inspired by my personal journey. Love can support, it can help, but it is not the cure. Does that mean I changed my planning style so as to make sure the therapy lessons were geared for them? Or that I went hard into how to make it so that the two girls had mental health issues that played into that concept? Nope. Their mental health issues are rooted in their characters. In fact, besides the archtype fitting for a story, I don’t explicitly make sure their whole being revolves around how useful it is to the plot. This is where a lot of that discovery aspect comes into play. The plot informed their archtype, their attitude informs the flavor of their help in the plot, that flavor informs shifts in others, interactions, etc. like that, even to the point where a chapter may entirely change because my brain just goes “Nah man. That just isn’t going to fly with these characters.” It literally stopped there from being a sex scene in one of my erotica books. That’s not a joke either. One of my erotica works has fan service and the like but the sex scene gets called out as not being sincere, as being manipulative, and the dude goes “I am all for a booty call but I want to know the girl is going to be into it as well. I can tell you’re not so I’m going back to bed.” That was explicitly not the plan but the ramifications of that one moment where I couldn’t justify the sex rippled into the second and third books in The Daughters of Dusk series. Now I could stop here and be like “And this is what makes me such an oddball author and analyst,” but if you’ve read my analytical blogs, you know I’m not willing to be unfair. Both sides need to be accounted for. And let’s face it, I’m not perfect. I’ve made bland characters. I’ve had to sidestep a plot issue I’ve put in front of myself. While I think my style works 90% of the time, there’s one moment in Rich Witch which haunts me because it feels like a betrayal of Azu’s powers that shouldn’t be there and it’s in the FIRST CHAPTER. Not that it’s technically impossible or the like but that it’s not something I would have done had I cared more about the rules of her magic at the time.

Hell, I have an entire BOOK scrapped because I didn’t like how awkward and janky it ended up being, I do try to do some amount of personal quality control after all. I also work alone though mostly so, you know... It’s hard to always catch the mistakes but I haven’t found anyone in a long time I can rely on giving me feedback on my works, especially in any sort of timely manner. And I don’t have the money to hire an editor or proofreader.

And... Well, if it sounds like a mind that can work so fast is nothing but a good thing, I have bad news for you. See... What do I do about my negative thoughts? My brain races so much that I constantly am distracting myself so I don’t have to think. So my depression and anxiety don’t eat me alive. It’s why I’m disabled. Worse yet is that only a couple days ago, talking to my therapist, did I finally realize that my biggest trigger as a person is engaging honestly with my emotions. I don’t react well ANYTIME I think about how I’m feeling. Happy or sad. That’s a problem when my style of writing ONLY works by engaging my hyper analytical brain with my emotional brain. I can’t write without those two functioning properly or else I don’t connect with the characters as I’m supposed to. It all becomes very functional and it takes so much more work on my part to put anything down, especially if I’m not trying to forget mannerisms or reactions. It’s a struggle I’m still grappling with. That I’ve fought with myself for eight years now and I don’t really know when it’s going to change. Until the day it does though, thank you all for continuing to support and listen to me. It means the world to me and I wish I gave you all back more than I do because of it. That I showed you all the stories I have in my mind rather than hiding away as I usually do. But I am also only twenty seven. I have a long time to find the healthy way for me to return to whoever it was who was able to write eight thousand words, minimum, a day for over two months a couple years ago. Until then, know I never forget a story and I’ll keep sharing what wisdom I’ve learned so long as you’re all interested in it. ========= I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead, If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

#Birthday #Writing

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sylvctica · 2 years

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𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

name: sylvie.

eye color: forest green.

hair style / color: matching forest green, comes to be around hip length. often held up in a high ponytail with fringes and bangs loose, half tied back with a ribbon, or completely loose.

height: 6′3″ ( human ), 9′6″ ( half-feral ), 15″ / 4m ( true )

clothing style: loose frilly blouse, waist-high dark pants with knee-high leather boots, though their fashion shifts around pretty frequently, that is just what they’re often found in.

best physical feature: their facial features and hair; pointed ears seem to be quite uncommon amidst the people of Teyvat outside of a set handful. gradiented hair is uncommon as well, their hair is thick and voluminous, silky soft to the touch. their boobies.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

your fears: “ it’d be inhuman to not have some fears! definitely birds, don’t like them all too much if they’re not the smart ones. ”

your guilty pleasure: " i don’t think i have any i’d consider ‘guilty’ pleasures ... i do enjoy window shopping and eating. ”

your ambitions for the future: " ... unsure, for now i do just take everything day by day. i do have some hopes for the gears of fate, but i can’t say exactly what those are, nor what the outcomes will be. it is all in the hands of the people. all i can say is i hope i can just keep adventuring in peace. ”

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.

your first thoughts waking up: “ i wanna sleep more. and then what’s to eat. ”

what you think about most: “ hard to say, my thoughts are pretty all over the place and topics, so there’s no one real prominent thing that’s not influenced by ongoing events. ”

what you think about before bed: " incoherent things, plans for tomorrow. ”

what you think your best quality is: " i’d like to think i’m pretty funny and light-hearted to relax people around me. ”

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?

single or group dates: “ to me, a group date just feels more like a group hangout. any time with zhongli is well spent though. so, i guess uh ... both? ”

to be loved or respected: “ can one co-exist without the other? it would not be love if you do not respect the other to some degree ... though i suppose one can respect without needing love. hm. i suppose i’d take love regardless. ”

beauty or brains: " brains. beauty is subjective to all people, and although i can appreciate a pretty person, if their personality gets in the way ... different story altogether. if you can hold up conversations, and we overlap in interests, who cares what a person looks like? ”

dogs or cats: " both! ”

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…

lie: " yes, if need be. ”

believe in yourself: " sure, you are your own provider and host, after all. ”

believe in love: " i do, considering i now personally understand what it feels like, but it is not an easy thing to find and pursue. ”

want someone: " already there. ”

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…

been on stage: " yep! usually pretty disasterous if i need to sing. ”

done drugs: “ tried a few, but they don’t work on my body chemistry, so i just stopped after a few attempts. ”

changed who you were to fit in: " not at my core, but i have had to fake identities a lot, so if you’re meaning quite literally, then yes. ”

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.

favorite color: “ call it generic, but forest colours. yellows and oranges and reds are also pretty high on my list. ”

favorite animal: " none! i enjoy all animals the same for the most part. minus birds, but i can still enjoy them from afar. ”

favorite movie: " mm, i don’t have one in particular ... those are those moving picture things, yeah? i know fontaine is producing them, but i haven’t looked into it. ”

favorite book: " i’ve found myself to be a big fan of the light novels from inazuma; though i think i just have a preference for fictive writing in general. it’s a neat insight into the human mind when it’s let loose. ”

favorite game: " uhh ... board games? i usually try to avoid games because they end up making me get too competitive, unless they’re solo based. otherwise, if sparring counts, i’d choose that. ”

𝑨𝑮𝑬.

day your next birthday will be: “ march 20th is my ‘birthday’ ... at least it’s the day i was ‘born’ truly if i remember right. ”

how old will you be: “ old! i’m already in my 5000′s, i’ve stopped keeping track of the exacts a while back. it’s not that i don’t know, but no point in getting into the specifics and saying 5231 years old; it’s a mouthful. ″

age you lost your virginity: “ ehe, a little over a year ago ... ”

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.

best personality: “ ... hm, it’s hard to say. those who can handle humour and can return it, and people who can put up with my conversations. those with a genuine curiousness and love for the world. obviously, it’s a broad, generic statement but i can’t really box people into ‘oh this is what i enjoy for a personality’ when everyone is different. ”

best eye color: “ don’t care. ”

best hair color: " don’t care. ”

best thing to do with a partner: “ i dunno, just things you’d normally do with those you care for? chatting, going out and hanging out somewhere ... sure, cuddling i guess and being intimate, but to me just the concept of spending time with a person is more than enough for me, it doesn’t need to be ‘made special’ or anything. ”

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.

i love: " being alive. ”

i feel: " sleepy. ”

i hide: " who i am. ”

i miss: “ old friends. ”

i wish: " they’re okay. ”

stole from: @zhuangshii >:)c tagging: point emoji at u

#SYLVIE // DASH GAMES.#OOC // WAITING FOR QUEUE.

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no-moremusic · 2 years

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helloooo

(sorry i didn’t reply sooner, life went 📈📉📈)

thank you for nixing my worries ❤️ i tend to panic about things that i shouldn’t lol

a real high school graduate !!!! that’s exciting!! i hope your last little while of high school goes well/is tame

idk who hayley williams is, all i know is you post about her a lot and she’s pretty so that’s dope. how was it? (the podcast episode)

prom dress day!! i hope it’s wonderful babes! i bet you’ll look great !!

(side note: we have rainbow prom 🌈 at my school board and cishet people literally just aren’t allowed at it unless it’s as a plus one lmao)

EVERY DAY i look up if ofmd has been renewed yet. and EVERY DAY i am disappointed ☹️

also, i’ve noticed you’ve begun posting about wwdits (the movie) so i thought i’d tell you that there’s a show called “Wellington Paranormal” and it’s about the police of wellington, set in the wwdits universe. it’s funny as fuck

i refuse to accept the fact that it’s the finale on monday. i never know what to do on hiatus so that’s just. not. happening.

side side note: have you noticed there’s WAYYYY more advertisements on tumblr recently? like, just scrolling through your profile to find your responses i saw -at least- five advertisements???! silly tumblr

hi!! no worries! i hope all is well❤️

ofc i do the same thing a lot! but i have a lot of trust in this show LOL i’m hoping it all goes well tomorrow🤞i can’t believe s5 is already over… i seriously am gonna feel so lost every monday like WHAT DID WE DO BEFORE THIS!! tmr’s gonna blow me away tho i know it in my soul and then i can binge watch it all over again

i’m so jealous of ur rainbow prom omg. THAT SOUNDS SO FUN I HOPE U HAVE THE BEST TIME!! the song choices, the decor, ugh if it’s queer run u already know it’s gonna be good. and thank you ! can’t believe i’m graduating.. maybe i’ll make a tumblr joke on my cap👹

if ofmd doesn’t get renewed i’m actually diving into my evil era. this will be my villain origin story. there’s NO REASON why it shouldn’t get renewed. but ive been hearing that if there’s any day for it to happen it’s gonna be may 18th! apparently this week is when all of hbo negotiations for their renewals happen. fingers crossed!! bc if i have to go the rest of my life with only one season of edward teach i will literally go in. sane.

hayley williams is the loml LMAO she’s the lead singer of paramore and she has 2 solo albums. and she just started a podcast called “everything is emo” after ghosting social media for a while so i’m HYPE ASFFFF. paramore is also set to release music this year!! if u like pop punk i rlly recommend the band! (start with brand new eyes… personal fav😁) and if u like chill stuff i defo recommend her solo albums:)

OMG THERES MORE WWDITS. YESSSS

honestly i started the movie for taika and i stayed for, well, everything. just thinking about it makes me want to rewatch it. i’m SO gonna look into the show thank u so much!! i also know theres another show(?) for what we do in the shadows, if u haven’t watched it, it’s on my list as well lol

yes THERES SO MANY ADS NOW they want us to buy premium and i absolutely refuse. if there’s 1 thing i know about tumblr it’s that they go through phases, so hopefully they’ll get over this extreme adding LMAOA for now all we can do is pray we don’t get the candy crush ads. (sometimes i’ll have days where all i get is candy crush-so while i’m trying to scroll and listen to music i’ll get the ad and my music will stop and the candy crush noises will keep. coming. long after i’ve scrolled from the ad. UGH)

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dirty thoughts from a distance

pairing: dom!changmin x virgin!reader, best friends to lovers, college au!

synopsis: you masturbate while thinking of your best friend and he catches you moan out his name

word count: 3.8k

warnings: maybe slight angst, (getting caught) masturbating, mutual masturbation, sex in general ig

a/n: y'all are crazyy! it has barely been 19 days and I have already hit 100 followers🤧 thank you guys so much for your support and sending in requests!!! everytime I see leave me nice messages I feel so encouraged to keep on writing even though there is still a lot of room to improve and I am not always completely satisfied with what I create. I wish all of you a great day and hope that you stay happy and healthy!!

this chapter is especially dedicated to @bangcrispychannie and anon who requested this kind of scenario ❤️

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for three years you wondered why you hadn't lost your virginity yet. it's not like you didn't have enough opportunities since you had been in two relationships so far, both lasted about five to seven months.

the feelings in your first relationship were been mostly one-sided however.

when a guy in your biology class named Minho confessed his crush for you, you thought that the only logical next step was to become a couple. you were quite flattered that he had taken such an interest in you and believed and hoped you would eventually develop feelings for him as well. the problem was you didn't. after not being able to be emotionally let alone physically intimate with him for a few months into your relationship, he finally confronted you and you confessed that you just couldn't bring yourself to see him that way. your relationship came to an end just before becoming a senior in high school.

in your last year, you got close with Seonghwa. you were seat neighbors in your english class and you'd chat all the time. he was perfectly sweet, smart and funny and you instantly got along just fine. you developed an interest in him and he seemed to feel the same way. he asked you out with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and some chocolate and you agreed to being his girlfriend without much thought. you caught yourself falling in love with this boy and didn't shy away from physical affection such as kissing and holding hands. you were convinced you were ready to give yourself to him during prom night but when it came to it you chickened out. a couple of hours before, you had found out that your best friend changmin had broken up with his girlfriend of six months.

for a long time you hadn't been able to decipher why you hadn't slept with Seonghwa then. as time passed, the unpleasant answer became clearer and clearer: you had brought up your hopes.

you had been best friends with changmin basically since you started elementary school. on the first day, he scared you with a stupid horror mask he had sneaked in from home and made you cry. he felt so guilty and was determined to make it up to you and to become friends. you had been inseparable ever since.

when he got his first girlfriend in junior year you were devastated. you convinced yourself that the reason for that was that you had been scared he was going to replace you as his best friend but in reality you had felt jealousy.

you were suppressing your feelings because if you confessed, things might become awkward. there was no way changmin could ever like you the same way.

all of this became more difficult as you moved in together for college. you were sharing an apartment now and every day, it became harder to avoid your growing and troublesome feelings. your heart would beat faster whenever he walked around shirtless (which was most of the time) and you decided to try to ignore him. this was especially difficult since you wanted to appreciate his physique. when had he become this handsome? changmin had been dancing all his life so he had always been fit but now that he was majoring in it and training most of the time, his body had developed and he had become super toned and his abs were more prominent.

he'd often make his way into your dreams and you'd let him do inappropriate things with you. you'd wake up wet and needy and even more confused. you were ashamed of seeing him this way. this was not how one normally thought about their best friend.

it was a wednesday morning and you were eating breakfast when changmin joined you in the kitchen. he flashed you a big smile, making his pretty dimples appear which you didn't see as you did not look at him.

'good morning, y/n!' he greeted you in a good mood. you just grunted in response, intensely staring at the cereal swimming in your bowl.

the fact that you couldn't even spare him a glance hurt changmin but he tried to not let it show. he wanted to get you to talk to him.

'do you want to watch a movie and play some board games today after class?' he proposed. you hadn't spent a lot of time together ever since you had become aware of your feelings.

'I have an essay due tomorrow,' you quickly made up as an excuse. the corners of changmin's mouth twitched but you didn't notice as you were too preoccupied with doing anything that didn't include looking at him.

'then maybe on the weekend. or next-' 'I'll be busy,' you interjected. 'I have lots to do.' you stressed the lots to emphasize there was absolutely no way you would be able to hang out with him any time soon.

'umm… okay. I'll be going to class.' he told you dejected. your heart sank but you didn't respond. he was wondering whether he had done anything to make you upset but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. this had been going on for a while and he was starting to become desperate.

when you first got the apartment you spent every free minute of the day together, happy that you finally moved out and could be with each other 24/7, but then you stopped talking to him completely out of nowhere. from one day to the other, you would avoid leaving your room when he was outside and barely talked to him anymore. at first, changmin thought you were just stressed and that you'd eventually warm up again when exam season came to an end but a few months had passed and, if anything, the situation was even worse than before.

you were watching the time and after ten minutes you decided to leave for classes as well. you had started doing this so you couldn't possibly catch up to him and risk having a conversation.

'hey, y/n, what's up!' your friend chanhee hugged you when you arrived on campus. you were both majoring in fashion design and were getting along on well since the beginning of the first semester.

you sighed exasperatedly. 'changmin's up.' you puffed your cheeks and pouted. chanhee nodded knowingly. he was the only person who was aware of your little secret and that was only because you had accidentally drunk confessed the whole story to him at your first college party.

'you know maybe you should tell him. this whole thing is clearly not making you happy and I saw changmin walk by a few minutes ago. if I had to guess I'd say he was in an even worse mood than you. someone accidentally ran into him and he pushed them hard and called them names. it's not like him to overreact like this. he's usually super collected. I think you finally managed to break his spirit,' chanhee reported to you.

this had never been what you intended. why did everything have to be so difficult? you didn't want to be the cause of your best friend's unhappiness.

'he must feel like I despise him. but I cannot confess to him, that would be the end of our friendship!' you were constantly torn apart by this dilemma.

'well, if you're not gonna act on your feelings, maybe try to move on? find something casual or serious with someone new? then you'd forget all about changmin and you'd be able to go back to acting normal around him' he suggested.

chanhee's advice didn't sound too bad. if you couldn't get with changmin then you had to de-crush yourself and find somebody different to focus your emotional energy on. but on who?

'is there anyone you could think of?' you ask chanhee. he had great taste in practically everything so you highly valued his opinion.

'hmm, you could potentially try younghoon hyung? I've seen him eyeing you for weeks now and he even told me thinks your gorgeous.' he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

younghoon was a pretty art student, whom chanhee knew from high school. you didn't talk to him often, mostly at parties and he wasn't exactly your type but you tried to remember shouldn't judge him by his first impression when you haven't even got to know him.

chanhee pulled out his phone and soon you felt yours vibrate in your back pocket. you looked at him questioningly.

'I sent you his number in case you're interested,' he explained proudly. he put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the concern in his eyes. 'you really need to get over changmin if don't want to confess,' he insisted firmly.

so you decided to text younghoon during class. he was very polite and you thought he was cute as he seemed excited to talk to you. you agreed to hang out sometime to get to know each other and decided to meet up friday for dinner.

after the end of your classes, you walked home to warm up yesterday's leftovers. to your dismay, changmin had also decided to come home for once. since you began acting all weird and refused to eat with him, he usually spent lunch time with his dance mates as they had practice after anyway. why had he decided to come here today? your question was answered when he ran up to you, smiling from ear to ear and you noticed he was hiding something behind his back.

'you know how there is a blackpink concert downtown on friday? guess what!' he held up two tickets. surely you would at least agree to spend time with him if it meant being able to see your favorite group, right?

he must have gone through so much trouble to get tickets for you and since blackpink were your favorite music artists you were actually contemplating on going but then you remembered you had made plans.

'I can't. I'm going out with younghoon friday night.'

'kim younghoon?' he raised an eyebrow skeptically.

'why would you to be spending time together? I didn't know he was even talking to you,' he questioned you. anger was boiling inside of you.

'maybe it's because you don't know everything about me,' you snapped at him. you were aware that you were being harsh but somehow his words hurt you. why did he doubt you? did he think you weren't able to get with someone as awesome and popular as younghoon? did he not consider you pretty enough?

the microwave beeped, indicating your food was ready, making you snap out of your thoughts.

'y/n, I swear, that's not what I meant.' he stepped directly in front of you so you were forced to look at him. you stared deep into his pleading eyes as you closed the microwave door, turned your back to him, stomped to your room and slammed the door shut, leaving changmin behind in the kitchen.

your whole body was tense as you listened closely to any sounds coming from outside and felt relieved when you heard the front door close. feeling sad and depressed always made you feel tired so you decided to take a nap to forget about all the negative feelings.

when you woke up you were horny af. you had a dream about changmin taking you on the kitchen counter and now your panties were completely soaked with your arousal.

desperate, you pulled them down and tossed them somewhere to the side. it didn't matter. you needed relief now.

you closed your eyes as you slowly started rubbing your clit, imagining it was changmin's slender fingers touching you instead. your imagination was running wild and you sped up the tempo.

eventually, you plunged your middle finger and then your index finger inside you, pretending that changmin was stretching your walls with his cock.

you moaned loudly and picked up the pace, chasing your high. oh, how much you wished he was the one making you come.

'yes?' you opened your eyes and gasped loudly as you saw changmin watching you from the doorway. you hecticly pulled up your blankets to your chest to cover your naked lower body. for how fucking long had he been standing there?

'oh fuck, changmin...' you cursed out loud.

to your surpise he laughed. 'oh, is this why you have been so distant? were you embarrassed about imagining doing dirty things with me?' your cheeks were burning red and you were unable to move a muscle.

'you know, if you had told me you were thinking of me while doing it then I could've helped you out already. that would have spared both of us a lot of frustration.' he stepped into the room and pulled the sheets away, his hungry eyes fixed on your desperately dripping pussy. you tried to hide it with your hands.

'n-no… what are you saying? aren't we best friends? ' you couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. the way he was acting was so unexpected that you didn't know how to react or what to say. he brushed his hand over your burning cheeks. his eyes were conveying disparity.

'but what if I told you I don't care? that I like you? that I see you as more than just my best friend?'

'wait, you like me?' you couldn't believe your ears. was he actually reciprocating your feelings?

he groaned in exasperation. 'y/n, why did you think I ended things with my ex out of the blue?' you shrugged your shoulders as you weren't sure. you had thought it was because she had lost interest in him, at least that's what changmin had told you back then.

'because I realized I was in love you, you dumbass. how could I be together with someone if I had feelings for someone else?'

'I actually ruined my chances of having sex with seonghwa for the first time for the same reason. it was just after I had found out about the breakup,' you confessed, relieved that you were finally beginning to make sense of everything.

he climbed onto the mattress and positioned his knees next to your closed legs, leaning his hands on the wall behind you so that he was hovering above you.

'I'm sorry that you lost that opportunity. let me make it up to you,' he whispered with his face mere inches from yours and then kissed you. losing all self-restraint, you immediately pulled his body closer so that he was straddling you. after all these months filled with sexual frustration and just frustration in general, you were desperate for his touch. your hands wandered under his dance shirt and you were finally able to touch those abs you had been secretly admiring for so long.

you broke the kiss to take off both of your shirts and changmin skillfully unclasped your bra.

while his tongue was exploring the insides of your mouth, his hands were kneading your breasts, occasionally rubbing and pinching your hardened nipples. you felt his hard dick press against your lower abdomen as he grinded himself into you to get friction.

after having dreamt about this moment for so long, you felt impatient. this was too good to be true and you were scared that if you didn't act quick, your bubble would bust.

without thinking twice about it, you pulled down the hem of his sweatpants and boxers just far enough so you could easily reach inside and whip out his dick. you stopped for a moment to admire his length. it looked even better than you had ever imagined in any of your wildest dreams.

he sat upright, leaning on the wall behind you, while you stroked his cock. he was sensitive to your touch and not shy to show you how well you were doing by responding with moans.

'fuck, y/n. you're doing amazing.' his praise made you eager to show him just how good you could make him feel. your lack of experience was barely noticeable as the adrenaline flowing through your veins was guiding you.

you tapped his thighs to signalize him to inch closer. that way your mouth had easier access to his dick. you hesitantly licked up his length and were fascinated by how he tasted. wanting to have more of it, you swirl your tongue around his pink tip. changmin eventually became impatient and forced more of his dick inside your mouth so you tried to take as much of him as you could but your gag reflex made it difficult for you. instead, you worked your hands where your mouth couldn't do its job.

not wanting you to feel neglected, changmin reached behind him to stimulate your clit. he skillfully started rubbing all the right places and you moaned around him, sending vibrations through his cock.

he couldn't take this stimulation for much longer before he had to force himself to pull out of your mouth.

'wow, you almost made me come there.' he panted heavily. 'but I want to be inside you first.' you got lost in his touch as he placed a long kiss on your lips but a sudden thought brought you back to reality.

'wait, I don't have a condom,' you informed him embarrassed. you hadn't planned to lose your virginity any time soon so you hadn't bought any. did that mean the end of this wonderful dream?

but changmin laughed light heartedly. 'no need to worry. hold up, let me get some from my room.' you relaxed again as he disappeared and came back shortly with a condom wrapper in his hand.

you were prepared for him to start right away and took a deep breath in preparation but he didn't do anything.

'I don't think it's a good idea to start yet since I haven't even prepared you. the last thing I would want to do is hurt you so just lay back.'

he positioned your legs over his shoulders so your hips were hovering in the air. you felt his warm breath against your vagina before he drove his tongue inside you, seeing for himself how wet he had made you and tasting your arousal. you clasped your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from releasing any sounds.

'don't do that. I want to hear how good I make you feel,' changmin complained.

when he slid two fingers inside you, you couldn't hold it in anymore and let out some kind of aroused squeal. you felt self-conscious but it seemed like changmin was only more eager to please you.

at the same time, his tongue was abusing your swollen clit and it was impossible for you to hold back the curses that were spilling out of your mouth. the pleasure he was making you feel was a whole different sensation from anything else you've experienced before.

'more please, changmin!' you begged. you wanted more. you needed more. you needed him.

he carefully lowered your hips back down. 'are you sure you want this?' he asked you, waiting for you to clearly consent to having sex with him.

'I want you. you, and only you,' you reassured him and brought his face closer to kiss him. changmin's typical bright smile formed and you felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

he positioned himself at your entrance, swiping his dick between your folds like a credit card to coat it with your juices.

you gripped his arms tightly as he pushed in. he slowly continued until all of him was buried deep inside you before stopping. the feeling of a whole penis inside of you was very different from your or changmin's fingers. it filled you up to the brim and was rubbing all the good spots. while it initially caused you a bit of discomfort, it wasn't overwhelming and it also felt good in a weird way.

when your walls finished adjusting to his length, he began to steadily move his dick in and out.

changmin intensely studied your face. he couldn't believe that after all those years you were finally close to being his. he wanted to savor every single expression you made while he was inside you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso, trying to push him deeper. he slammed his cock back inside you.

'you are mine,' he declared and started going harder and faster.

'I am yours,' you confirmed and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

because of the extensive foreplay and your own masturbation prior to this, it didn't take long until your walls were tightening around his dick and you felt an orgasm approaching.

driven wild by you clenching around his cock, he thrusted into you even faster. you rested your sweaty foreheads against each other as both of you almost came simultaneously.

changmin kissed the top of your head before he pulled out and threw away the used condom. you opened your arms and he let himself fall right into your embrace.

'I know this might be kind of weird to talk about right now but do you want to be my girlfriend?' Changmin asked you. he still wasn't too sure what all of this meant for your relationship and he desperately needed to know where your mind was at.

'after having liked you for all this time I'd be an idiot to say no.' 'you're an idiot anyway,' he teased. you slapped his arm.

'hey! I'm not the one who ignored you for a couple of months because my hormones are out of control.' you hid your face in the crook of his neck, too embarrassed face him.

'I'm really sorry for that. you just mean so much to me and I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship.' he stroked your hair.

'I do understand that. if I hadn't heard you moan my name today I wouldn't have acted on my feelings either. but all is good now, right?' 'right.' you smiled and placed a small kiss below his ear.

'there is still one thing you need to do,' changmin tried to remind you. you looked at him, puzzled.

'what do you mean?' 'younghoon,' he hinted. you immediately started looking for your phone. that date was definitely going to have to be cancelled. there was no need for you to find a distraction anymore since you had been granted your wish after all.

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reminiscingtonight · 3 years

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Run Into You

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1544

Anons asked:

~Ok firstly, thank you for introducing me to Better By Now (the song), it’s GREAT. secondly, the fic is ALSO GREAT! If it’s not too much to ask, I’d like to request a pt. 2, with the story going in whatever direction you see fit🥺👉👈

~Hi! Sorry, I just would like to ask if you will ever make a part two to better by now? Maybe one where Wanda heard that last paragraph about reader being miserable and how she would react to it??

A/N: I didn’t originally plan to write a second part for this story, but I’m glad that people enjoyed it enough to ask for a second part! While drafting up this story I ended up thinking of so many different directions to go in. I’m currently planning on writing a third and final part (idk when it'll be out), but I hope this one lives up to the first part!

This story is inspired by the song “Run Into You” by Clara Mae.

Better By Now (Part One) // Still the Same (Part Three)

You were drunk. Drunker than you should’ve been, if you’re being honest. You had to leave for an early morning mission tomorrow, but rather than let you go to bed and rest up, Natasha all but forced you out of the compound.

Since the night of the party, you have been avoiding Wanda. Duo missions with each other stopped. Late night conversations came to an end. You even stopped showing up to team movie nights. You spent your days training, holed up in your room, or off on missions.

Today, the redhead finally had enough. “You’re going out with me.” She slams your laptop shut and you shoot her a dirty look. “Look, the rest of the idiots are going to that bar on 5th Avenue, so that means we’re free to go to the little rundown one you like.”

And that’s how you found yourself in your favorite bar with your favorite ex-assassin. A couple years ago, after a mission ended poorly, you were miserably walking through the New York streets when you accidentally stumbled into the establishment. Its small and homey personality won you over, and you returned the next day with Wanda. The rest was history. Other than the two of you (and Natasha, of course), no one else on the team knew about it. So that’s why you thought you were seeing things when you spotted Steve by the dart boards. To be fair, you were already on your third drink, so you ignored it...until you also heard a familiar laugh ring through the air. Your head whipped around and you saw them. This was your bar. What the hell were they all doing here?

“Funny, I didn’t realize that this bar was on 5th Avenue.” Natasha’s brows furrow in confusion until she raises her head and catches sight of the others.

“Shit. I swear they said they were going to the other one.”

“Mmhm. Sure.” You push yourself to stand up from your stool and she lays a hand on your arm, trying to get you to stay put.

“(Y/N/N), c’mon. You have to get over her eventually. We’re all a team, a family, and it’s really starting to put a strain on everything.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Have we not already established that I’m still hopelessly in love with my ex-girlfriend to the point where I feel like I will combust if I spend another second near her? Do you really hate your best friend that much that you would bestow such a painful death upon her?”

That earns you an amused snort. “I forgot you don’t have a filter when you drink.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not.”

The two of you engage in a staredown, neither willing to back down. One would expect former killers to have nerves of steel. To be able to engage in such a trivial challenge without breaking a sweat. But no, that was not what happened.

After an intense minute of glaring at each other you finally throw up your hands with groan. “You know what? Fine. You want me to socialize with the team? I’ll go socialize with the team.”

A smug grin overtakes her face. And then she realizes you were probably about to go do something stupid. “Hey, wait--”

Wanda’s face seemed to light up when you approach her, but the rational part of your brain quickly shuts that thought down. First, Natasha wants to send me off to a painful demise. And now my own mind wants to twist the knife deeper. Great.

“Hey, stranger! Glad to see you could make it!” Wanda greets you with a small smile. You don’t respond and you watch her head slightly tilt as she studies you. “How drunk are you?” There’s fondness reflecting in Wanda’s eyes as she teases you.

“I’m still in love with you.”

Time stops around you, noises fading to nothing in the background. All you can focus on is your ex. You see her mouth drop open in shock, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. You found yourself spilling everything.

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Wanda has always been pretty good at reading people. Even from a young age, when she was still a carefree child running wild in Sokovia, neighbors would constantly drop by her parent’s house to test out her skills. After Strucker’s experiment, she only became better at it.

That’s why she was so surprised when she heard your thoughts at the party.

Everything had been going great. She was relieved when you had agreed to remain friends after the breakup. You were her best friend and despite the fading feelings, she still cared about you. She hadn’t meant to look into your head the night of the party. But the day you returned from your 2 month-long mission you looked so tired and she was worried. Plus, your thoughts were just so loud. And now that she knew how you were feeling she couldn’t stop thinking about it. You hadn’t said anything before, so what changed?

Maybe you hadn’t meant it. She knew she was being purposefully obtuse, but she couldn’t accept the thought that she had completely broken your heart. Wanda decided that she’d wait for you to approach her and express your feelings out loud. But it never happened.

Instead, conversations became short and clipped, and interactions started diminishing before it became a rarity to see you around the compound. It was everything she had been trying to avoid.

Earlier that evening Wanda had frowned when Clint told her you weren’t going out with the team. You hadn’t gone out with the group in weeks. She was half-tempted to barge into your room and drag you out, but a subtle shake of Natasha’s head stopped her. To her chagrin, the group left without you and Natasha. So when their chosen bar was closed for renovations upon their arrival, she didn’t hesitate to suggest your favorite place.

The team had been there for a little under an hour when Wanda spotted you. She was ecstatic. After weeks of distance between the two of you all she wanted to do was to see how you were doing. Her heart drops when you lead Natasha to the bar. A sick feeling starts to burn in her chest as she noted the way Natasha was all wrapped around you. With a huff, she forces herself to turn back towards the rest of the team.

When the boys went off to play darts, she declined, deciding rather to sit in the booth and sip her drink. Vision offered to stay behind with her but she waved him off. “Go, have fun. I’ll be okay.”

Every once in a while Wanda found her eyes wandering from her drink to you. And when she saw you make your way over to her, a smile graced her lips. Despite the determined look in your eyes, she could tell you were pretty drunk. But she wasn’t too worried, you weren’t a messy drunk.

“Hey, stranger! Glad to see you could make it!” No answer. Was everything okay? “How drunk are you?” she teases, attempting to alleviate the awkward tension forming around the two of you.

“I’m still in love with you.”

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“I know I’ll probably regret this in the morning. You’ll probably hate me and never want to see me again. But I don’t care.” You let out a shaking breath. “You said you wanted to be friends. And I agreed to it. But I--” your voice breaks, “I can’t do it. You were my favorite person. The most important person in my life. The only person who had the ability to destroy me. And I know you didn’t do it on purpose, I know that your feelings faded and there’s nothing any of us can do about that, but you broke my heart.”

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This had been what she was waiting for. With a sinking heart, Wanda knew what she had overheard the other day was the truth. But why did it hurt so much to finally hear you speak how you were feeling? How had she missed all of this? Why did she just assume you were okay? That you were happy just because she was?

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“And I know that I’m rambling now, running my mouth like I always do. But it’s been almost a year since we ended. It’s been almost a year and I’m still not better, still not okay. I still love you and I don’t know how to stop.”

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She wants to reach out, wipe away your tears, say something, do something, anything that could make it all better. But her body refuses to comply with her orders.

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“I know you always hated it when I kept secrets from you. So I thought you deserved to know the truth.”

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She watches as your eyes close, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she hears Vision calling her name. Feels him pulling gently at her arm.

But all she can see is you walking away, her heart shattering with every step you take.

---

Wanda goes to talk to you the next day.

You were already gone.

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joansiefics · 3 years

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My Girl

MOSTLY BUCKY BARNES X READER (STEVE ROGERS X READER, LOKI X READER)

SUMMARY: Both Steve and Loki likes you so much that they fight over you, but you are already in a relationship with Bucky

WARNINGS: Some physical fighting, Y/N getting hurt (not seriously), please let me know if there’s any other warnings I missed.

A/N: In this story Loki is part of the Avengers. If you have any REQUESTS please don’t hesitate to send them in.

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For an outsider, a life inside the Avengers tower is perfect - everyone getting along and no bickering. But for the person in between the walls it is everything but - there is no denying that some of the Avengers do get along, but others? - they fight constant verbal wars, that often turn physical and if you're not careful, you might get caught in one of the battles.

It started of as a normal day for you. The sun showering you with its rays, casting a few directly onto your closed eyelids, your alarm blaring through your ears, your hair tangling with your eyelashes and lips, the roof of your mouth chafe from your retainer and the dried rheum irritating your eyes as you squint them open. You switch off your alarm, throw the multiple blankets to one side, swing your legs over the bed and make your way, over the cold tiles, to the bathroom.

After washing your face, brushing your teeth and getting dressed into some appropriate clothing, for your catch up date with your friend, you head down to the kitchen for a daily dose of caffeine. Nearing the kitchen you can hear a sort of argument and then metal clattering onto the floor , followed by some moaning and groaning. But as soon as you step foot into the kitchen the room goes quiet and the two people fighting stop immediately, still holding each other aggressively, all eyes fixed on you now. "Morning?" you hesitantly greet Steve and Loki with a raised brow, but continuing to the kettle and switching it on. "Morning" they greet in unison.

You ignore their repartee as you make your coffee. Putting the milk back in the refrigerator, you turn around to be met with Loki and Steve, each a plate in hand with a sandwich on top. "Is this for me?" you ask, unsure and a bit uncomfortable in the situation "Yes" they say in unison, again. "Thank you, but I have a brunch date with one of my friends..." you move to a cupboard and take out a Tupperware. You take the lid off and hold it out towards them. "I'd love to eat it tomorrow though" Steve nods and hands you the plate. After putting Steve's sandwich in and putting his plate down, you take Loki's sandwich and also put it in the Tupperware and put the lid back on.

You put the sandwiches in the refrigerator and turn around to thank them, but they're already gone. 'That was weird' you think as you quickly drink your coffee and put the mug in the sink. Walking to the front door, you grab your coat hanging over the chair and head out to meet your friend.

It was nice seeing your friend after such a long time, but you still had responsibilities to attend to. You parted ways and headed back to the tower. As you enter the tower the first of many questions get thrown at you. "How was it?" Came Loki's voice from the chair near the entrance, as he lowers his book to look at you. "It was good, we caught up on some stuff... it felt like old times" you told him. "That's good to hear, do you maybe wanna play a board game with me?" Loki asked. "Yeah, sounds fun, which board game do you wanna -" your sentence was interrupted by Steve "Hey Y/N, how was brunch?" "It was good, I had a lot of fun" you replied. "Do you wanna watch a movie with me?" Steve asked. "Loki and I were gonna play a board game, if you wanna join. Then we can watch a movie after my training" you politely postponed Steve's offer.

"You guys enjoy the board game... Just text me when you're done training and we can watch a movie" Steve turned down your offer to play a board game with you and Loki. "Okay, I will!!" you called after him, since he already exited the lobby.

You and Loki had been playing Battleship for almost an hour, when you looked at the wall clock to see it is almost time for your training. "I'd love to play some more, but I have training in a few minutes, so if you'll excuse me" you excuse yourself. "We should do this more often" Loki suggested as the two of you stood up from the couches. "Definitely, I had so much fun" you replied with a soft smile, before you left the room.

Descending the stairs to the training room, you lock eyes with Bucky, who is waiting for you. "Hey" he greets as you walk closer to him. "Hi" you greet back as he pulls you into a hug "I was starting to think you wouldn't come" Bucky teases you. "What!? and leave my best soldier alone?... never" you teasingly joke into his chest. He loosens his grip around your body and retreats to the punching bags, but not before ruffling your hair with a playful smirk appearing on his lips. You follow suit and wrap your hands with cotton wrap, before taking your stance in front of the punching bag.

A few minutes of skin hitting leather and grunts escaping past parted lips, Bucky breaks the silence "How was the so called brunch date?" "Since when is everyone interested in my brunch dates?" you inquisitively ask with a giggle following when you see Bucky's questioning face. As if reading his mind you answer "The moment I came into the lobby, Loki asked me and just as I finished telling him, Steve came in and asked me." you struggle to hold back your laughter as the image of them glaring daggers at each other is imprinted in your memory. "What's so funny?" Bucky asks "It's just..." you burst out laughing "you...you should have seen the way they looked at each other"

It is only when your laughter settles down, that you notice Bucky has resumed punching the punching bag, only this time - he's not holding anything back and the cotton tape wasn't protecting his hands anymore. You are pretty sure that the seams would tear in the next few seconds, his hands all bloodied up and the punching bag at the other side of the gym. "Bucky!!!" you mildly yell "You're gonna hurt yourself!!! please come here" you beg him.

He stops and as he approaches you, you try to read his features - soft, but harsh, loving, but angry, politeness, but...jealousy? Piecing the pieces together, all oblivion melts into awareness - "You're jealous, aren't you?" you smirk knowingly "NO!!!" he clears his throat "No, I'm not, why would I be jealous?" he asks defendingly. You continue your argument with a raising eyebrow and a sly smirk. "Fine, I'm a bit jealous" Bucky huffs as he rolls his eyes, while stalking closer to you.

You feel his hot breath fanning against your ear as he asks "Do you have a problem with that?" The close proximity makes you flustered and before you can form your words, his lips are against yours. It is a delicate yet, deep kiss, full of unspoken emotions. Your lips move in a heavenly rhythm and leaves you breathless, almost gasping for air as Bucky finally but unfortunately pulls away. "I think we're done training for the day" Bucky says, still slightly trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, why didn't we think of kissing for cardio? My heart's beating quicker than what it usually does after a run" you giggle.

You and Bucky were on your way to go cuddle when he got a call from Sam, telling him that they got a new lead on one of their missions, which puts you in the current situation - searching for Steve to watch a movie with you. "Hey Steve" you greet him as you enter the common room. He looks up from his phone and a smile quickly plays on his lips when he sees you standing in the doorway "Hey Y/N, can I help you with something?" he eagerly and politely asks. "I want to take you up on that movie offer now, that is if you're not busy" "I'm not busy at all, what movie do you want to watch?" he asks as he chucks his phone to the side and stands up from the couch, walking with you to the movie room.

While Steve browsed Netflix for a movie you popped the popcorn in the machine at the back of the movie room. "Do you want anything else?" you asked Steve as you scooped some popcorn into the popcorn buckets. "No, just popcorn is fine, thanks" he replies as he selects the movie - 'Game Night.' You make your way to the couch and plop down next to Steve. You hand him a, filled past the brim, bucket of popcorn and he plays the movie.

Your attempts to imitate the characters pulls laughter from Steve and his snarky remarks in between scenes make you burst out laughing, the movie not the main focus anymore. But that all changes when Loki enters the movie room and makes himself comfortable next to you - the laughter dies down, the movie becomes the main focus again and a few minutes, maybe even seconds feels interminable. 'Well this is awkward' you inwardly sigh.

The death stare contest taking place on either sides of you as Loki and Steve stare holes into each other, go unnoticed as you try to find a way to make the situation less awkward. Pulling you out of your inward plan making session is the sighs escaping your associates as they compete for the loudest sigh. "Can you guys stop being so competitive for once and just enjoy the movie?!" you whisper yell as if to not disturb the characters taking their roles seriously, but loud enough to disturb the childish sighs.

The sighs stop but a few more minutes and the childish behavior continues, this time just a bit more intense. Steve scoots himself closer to you and Loki copies his actions. This continues until you are squashed against the bulging muscles of the two Avengers, left with no personal space. "You guys are squashing me" you say with an annoyance laced voice. Your sentence only travels through the anguished air, tossed from one man to the other and hurled away when a tug of war contest announces its start. Astonished you gawk at the childish adult boys, as they tug you to and fro, something you thought only happened in comedies.

One last tug in Steve's direction and there was complete pandemonium - Loki jumps over you and onto Steve and starts hitting him. Steve flips Loki off of the couch and onto the carpet, returning the punches. Super soldier against an Asgardian god, in front of your frozen frame, eyes absorbing the fight into your mind. Standing up, you try to make your way out of the room, you're useless when it comes to breaking up a fight between the two mighty fighters. You haven't even made it ten steps from the couch when Steve gets thrown onto you and you both go tumbling to the ground. "I'm so sorry Y/N" Steve utters a quick apology before he's off to fight Loki again.

You don't even make an effort to get up off the floor, you just watch the fight happen in front of you. 'What is their problem?!' you frustratedly think. The oncoming footsteps pull you out of your thoughts and you move your gaze to the direction of the fast approaching steps. "Y/N!!! Are you okay, are you hurt?" Bucky rushes as he kneels beside you, scanning your body for any noticeable injuries. "I'm okay, my shoulder just really hurts" you say, gaze fixed on Bucky's ceruleun eyes. You go to push yourself up from the floor, but an unexpected, yet expected, yelp leaves your throat. "Easy, easy... don't use your shoulder" Bucky says, snaking an arm around your torso and lifting you onto your feet.

Only now do you see that Thor and Wanda are also there, keeping Steve and Loki from scratching each other's eyes out. "You guys have been so childish lately and we've all ignored it, but this..." Bucky says with a orotundity voice, pointing to the mess in the movie room "this is out of hand" he pulls you a little closer to him, careful not to hurt your shoulder. "Buck-" but your protest gets cut short "And in your fight over something stupid, my girl got hurt" Bucky says though gritted teeth, jaw clenching hard "Wait, wait, wait, your - " Steve starts "Your girl?!" Loki finishes for Steve, both of their brows furrowed. "Yes, my girl. And if it wasn't for her sweet, forgiving soul, you'd both be in the infirmary right now"

Your hand rubbing circles on the small of Bucky's back calms him down a bit "It's really okay, my shoulder isn't broken...I just have to ice and rest it" You say trying to unwind the tension in the room. "We're really, really sorry Y/N" Steve and Loki say in unison. "It's okay guys, really" you give them a smile to ease their worries. "But why did you guys fight?" you curiously ask "Uhhhh... no-no reason" Loki stutters "No-no reason at all" Steve joins into the excuses.

You decide to leave it for now, but you mentally make it your personal mission to figure out why they were fighting, but you think you have a pretty good idea why it happened. "I think I know why they were fighting" you say to Bucky when you guys are all alone, cuddling on the couch, in his room "And what do you think?" he asks "I think they were fighting over me" this made Bucky perk up and he nods for you to continue "Don't tell me you haven't seen the way they look at each other when I'm around, they give each other death glares. They race to ask me how my day was or if I want to do something with them, it's always a competition" Bucky nods slowly as you finish your explanation "Well, you're mine, all mine" he says, before leaning closer, connecting his lips to yours.

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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What’s Wrong with Superman?

Summary: Flyman is a really stupid name.

a/n: I got a little excited so here’s my entry for @redhoodssweetheart ‘s writing challenge. If you’re a fic writer, I highly recommend joining. This is for Quotes #1 This fic is based on the Superman Man of Tomorrow movie so it may not make sense otherwise.

Warnings: Reader is a bendy person so the physical descriptions will be weird and there will be some nsfw language but nothing happens.

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"What's wrong with superman?" You ask, raising your feet up over your head and resting them against Clark's wall. The blood rushes to your head but you couldn't find the energy to care, not when the work day had you drained and aching. You're just happy to stretch your limbs and contort in angles that would loosen them. You need to convince your supervisor to transfer you to a different division.

"It's kinda..." Clark waves his hand. "Yanno..."

Eloquent. You raise a brow at him telling him exactly what you thought about his solid argument.

"How about Flyman?" He says quickly.

"Ah yes, like the illustrious Batman but somehow worse." You say, turning onto your belly and nearly knocking over the things on Clark's bedside table. You shrug innocently. You shift, putting your feet over your shoulders as you think. "How about uuuuuh Captain Barbel?"

"Why?"

"Cus the guy could chuck them at people real easy." You answer simply. Clark really can't tell whether it was your excessive fidgeting or your monumental leap in logic that entertained him more.

He snorts, "That sounds like a dumb gimmick."

"So is being called Flyman." You huff.

"Careful, you're gonna hurt my feelings." Clark huffs in return, shaking his head as he grabs your favorite mug and one for himself. He has no idea how this specific mug was lucky but he's learned not to question a scientist's superstitions. Though he suspected it had less to do with actual superstition rather that you didn't want to admit that you just found the little cow-shaped mug adorable. He'll have time to tease you about it later. For now, he had to figure out this conundrum.

"If I was concerned about that, I would have pronounced Kansas properly by now." You say, sitting up to face him properly.

"What would you call him? Seriously." Clark says, resting against the kitchen counter. He's watching you with a hint of fond frustration. His leg bounces against the floor, fingers tapping on the linoleum countertop.

"Hmmmm," You purse your lips and lean forward- elbows on your lap, fingers laced together, and chin resting on your hands. "Wonder Man?"

Clark's handsome face breaks into an incredulous smile. "Pfft, you’re joking right?"

"I have never made a joke in my life." You grin, taking the cup of coffee from Clark and scooting over to make room for him. You shrug. "There is a reason I'm not in advertising but seriously I think you should just go with superman."

"And give Lois the satisfaction?" Clark asks over the rim of his mug. He raises his brow.

"Think about it."

"Rather not."

You push on, ignoring him."If you popularize it, guess who gets the credit?"

"Are you telling me to steal?" Clark gapes at you and the mischievous glint and his blue eyes make laughter bubble in your chest.

You blow out a breath into the neck of your sweater. Well, his sweater up until 2 months ago. "Nope. You're the one interpreting it that way."

"Your boss is rubbing off on you."

"Oh, don't remind me."

"How about Captain Marvel?" He suggests, wrapping around his arm around your shoulder. You can smell the caramelized sugar in his coffee. You blanch.

"Oh. So you want a lawsuit."

"No..." A complicated expression takes over his face. His lips purse to one side as he thinks. You wait patiently for his answer, snuggling up to his side. "How's it working at star labs by the way?" He says finally and you just had to love the clumsy way Clark tries to redirect conversations. He needs to get better at that if he wants to be a reporter. Then again, he's never failed to get an answer out of you with the earnest look in his eyes.

"I'm supposed to be in the engineering division, yeah?"

He nods before resting his face in your hair.

"Yeah, yeah. Him. Blegh." You wrinkle your nose and stick out your tongue, waving your hand in the air as if to shoo a thought away.

"But they stuck me with checking on that asshole biker wannabe..." You sigh.

"Lobo?" He asks, his voice rising a bit. Clark's grip in the mug tightens a bit but he has enough presence of mind not to break the mug.

"Well, did he say anything?" Clark asks, adjusting his glasses.

You squint. "My name isn't going on the paper."

"It won't." He says flat and steady. And you know you can trust him because, well, it's Clark.

You give him a crooked smile. "Nothing useful really. How much patience do you have for shitty pick up lines?"

Clark stiffens. "He was hitting on you?" He squares his shoulders. You see his jaw tighten and you think you can hear him grind his teeth. God, he's cute when he gets like this.

"He was hitting on anything with two legs."

And he was. Well, not really. You honestly couldn't really tell what his category for this thing was but you're pretty sure Clark doesn't care. He seems to care more about the fact that Lobo was hitting on you judging from the way he's borderline pulling you into his lap. You, frankly, were more concerned about what weird category you fit in to catch his eye.

"Maybe if I go with you next time..."

"You're cute Clark but I'm not sneaking you in there for a story." You pat his cheek. Clark pouts at you. You try your best not to squeal at how cute he is. You fail.

"Let me come in with you." He presses.

"Honestly, it’s fiiiiiiiiiiine. Nothing I can’t handle."

He still looks unconvinced.

Clark buries his face deeper into your hair. "Hmmmmm, he sounds like an a- a jerk." He grumbles into your hair. You will get Clark to swear at some point.

You're extremely amused by Clark's behavior. You wrap an arm around him. "Clark, he is quite literally contained in a cage I helped design. He is not getting out."

"Should I tell him I have a boyfriend and show him a picture of you?"

Clark's face goes ashen. "Don't tell me you've done that before." That would explain so much.

"Then I won't." You laugh. That sound sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach no matter how many times he's heard it.

"I’d still feel better if I could come with you." He sigh. You would be lying if you said that you wouldn't feel better with Clark accompanying you. Sure, he wasn't Heracles but Clark was no pushover contrary to the shy demeanor. But... admitting that kind of thing was... not something you're comfortable with or used to so you let it settle like the cheap coffee in your mug.

"It’s really not necessary." And Clark knows from the frequency of your heartbeat that you're lying. He knows you well enough to let it go. You kiss his cheek. "But thank you, you’re disgustingly sweet."

You kiss him again. "Sides, I think he's just bored." Your eyes brighten, a memory resurfacing. Clark watches with interest, knowing there's a 50-50 chance that it's something like the material of Lobo's shoe. "Get this he says that superman guy is a kryptonian. Sadly, when I asked him the typical anthropology question he made farting noises." You tilt your head. "Well, he did say they were a good lay and... well the super guy was hung."

Red blooms on Clark's cheeks as he sputters out a response. You squish his face with your hands. You love messing with Clark way too much. You really should feel bad that look on Clark's face was priceless.

"Oh relax Clark, we both know my type is small town dork and not man from the moon." You giggle.

Clark kind of hates you sometimes. He hates how easily you throw him off balance. Clark rights himself but he can't quite get rid of the blush dusting his cheeks. "Did he say anything else?" He asks, face still squished.

Unable to stop your giggling, you put your hands away. "Well, he called our mystery streaker a pretty boy."

"Very relevant."

"Yanno..." You drawl, taking Clark's glasses off. "yanno if you push that hair out of your face you'd look pretty good too."

Clark swats your hand away. You pout at him.

He looks at you wearily. "I like my hair how it is." He mumbles, fiddling with it.

"I'm not gonna cut it you dork. I just want proof that you have a forehead." You say, brushing some of his hair out of his face. Clark really does scream handsome when given the chance.

There's a flicker of recognition in the back of your mind that has your pulse quickening. Clark can already see the pieces falling into place, your mind whirring to get the answer.

His mind sprints to keep up and counteract the flow of your thoughts. Clark leans forward and kisses you softly. Without needing to open his eyes, he knows your mind is short-circuiting. Affection was a sure-fire way to get your mind to slow down. It was dumb but you really should be allowed to be dumb sometimes. Especially now when Clark isn't exactly sure how your feel about the mystery streaker.

You laugh your easy chirpy laugh sure but that didn't guarantee you were on board with an alien of all things. He wasn't even sure if you would think of him as any more than a test subject. No, he knew you too well to think that but there's still some part of him that isn't entirely sure and it scares him.

"Behave," he says, his face in a grin. The expression lights up his face. The smug satisfaction of finally catching you wrong-footed fills up Clark's features and shapes them into something borderline evil. "Tell me more about Lobo and his ramblings."

You shake your head. You mumble some version of “I always behave”. You know Clark's hiding something from you. You can see it in the delicate way he's looking at you. You purse your lips deciding whether this is a good time to push but in the end, you decide to let him keep his secrets for now. If Clark of all people has a reason to keep a secret then it must be important. You brush your lips against his before laying your offer on the table. "A kiss per story."

Clark stares at you. "I can live with that." Clark huffs, adjusting his glasses.

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Haunt (1)

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Pairing: civilian!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Impeccable timing brings you and Wanda together.

Warnings: ghosts/demons, haunting, Ultron who?

A/N: as we get later into the series, the level of exposed I feel is only going to increase. I may or may not have put some of my own feelings into this one, which I usually do anyway, but this is a super personal thing that it took me a while to even tell my closest friend so...be gentle with me. and leave feedback!

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The rhythmic chopping of the knife through vegetables on the cutting board echoed through the sunlit kitchen, which was silent aside from the soft music playing through the bluetooth speaker. A grin appeared on Wanda’s lips as she realized she’d begun to mimic the beat of the current song, and if Pietro was here, he’d make his usual joke about her bringing work home. Luckily he wouldn’t be arriving for dinner for another two hours.

“Alexei, hi!” she greeted the tan corgi cheerfully as he padded into the room. “I’m sorry, but I can’t share any of this with you. The vet said you’re allergic to paprika, remember?”

An adoring smile was thrown Alexei’s way as he settled into one of his many beds to watch her cook. The vegetables were placed in a container near the stovetop as she headed to grab the aforementioned spice, sighing when she opened the cabinet and spotted the nearly empty jar.

“Can I trust you not to make a mess while I’m gone?” she asked Alexei as she faced him, chuckling when he raised his head from his paws with a curious tilt. “That’s what I thought.”

She quickly covered the food that was already prepped for the nonstick skillet resting on the stovetop and blew a kiss to her pup on the way out of the kitchen. Her phone and wallet were placed in the pockets of her jeans before she slipped on a hoodie, zipping it with one hand as she grabbed her keys with the other.

Traffic seemed lighter than usual as she made her way toward the main street, and she couldn’t fight the smile that appeared as she passed the many yards of children playing in front lawns. It was the last Saturday before the school year started, and they were determined to get as much time in the sun as they could before being stuck inside for five days a week. Wanda turned left at the end of the block and was just about to pass an alley when someone bumped into her.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

The whispered words seem to echo through the silent apartment at a deafening volume, each one timed perfectly along with every tap of your foot on the floor beside your bed. It was a taunting way of indirectly forcing you to count out the phrase that seemed to inevitably break you.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

“Please, can I just have one fucking day?” you pleaded as you lifted your head, keeping your gaze away from the corner of the room where the voice was coming from.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

A few more minutes passed before you grew tired of feeling suffocated, and you jumped off the bed to grab your phone and wallet, sliding them into your pockets before putting on a light hoodie that you zipped up as you walked. You snatched your keys from the hook beside the door before hurrying out of the apartment, locking the door and rushing down the hall and out to the street. Feeling the warm breeze and the sun on your cheeks was a welcoming contrast to the chill of your dark bedroom.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

You jumped in response to the rushed whisper in your ear, letting out a groan as the words continued to repeat while you took a shortcut through the alleys. Flashes of arms circling your waist and lips melting against yours poured into your mind and you stopped in the middle of the next alley to close your eyes and focus on breathing. The whispers quieted, and you were almost certain you were going to catch a break for once when a car horn went off. Your loud scream was masked by those of the children on the other side of the block as your eyes flew open and you started running, your journey to the sidewalk being cut short by another woman.

“Sorry!” you called out breathlessly as she stumbled back while trying to catch you, and you carefully pulled away with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“No no, I’m fine,” she laughed nervously as she fixed her jacket sleeves, her bright smile falling a bit as she met your eyes again. “Are you okay?”

“Also fine.” You averted your gaze with a harsh swallow, suddenly aware of how tired you must look. “Hey, I was headed to the grocery store...Am I going the right way?”

“Yeah!” Her eyes widened and her welcoming grin was restored. “I was actually going there myself if you’d like to walk with me.”

“Sure.”

The two of you turned and began walking side by side toward the busy intersection in silence, your steps seeming to line up perfectly, and you shook your head to clear the memory of those cursed words lining up with the tapping of your foot.

“So I’m not sure if this is too invasive of a stranger to ask but…” You faced the dark-haired woman and she did the same as you began crossing the parking lot. “I noticed you have a bit of an accent. Does that come from somewhere else?”

“Yes,” she answered with a bit of a chuckle. “My parents brought my twin brother and I here from Sokovia when we were 10, just before a bombing destroyed the building we used to live in.”

“Wow, your parents have impeccable timing. But that’s so cool that you have a twin. What’s his name? Well, I’d like to know your name first.”

“I’m Wanda,” she introduced herself with a smile that widened even more when you told her your name while shaking her hand. “And my brother’s name is Pietro.”

“Wait, is your brother Pietro Maximoff, the soccer player?” Your eyebrows raised instantly as she nodded. “My roommate loves soccer and she is obsessed with him. She has a huge Quicksilver poster on the wall above her bed.”

“They call him that because he runs so fast that the players from the opposing team always struggle to keep up.” Her laugh is muffled by the air conditioning as you walk through the automatic doors. “Do you need a cart? I really just came for one thing and maybe a bakery item or something.”

“Nah, I’m good. I’m just grabbing a few snacks.”

You take longer than necessary to make your way to the spices, snack aisles and bakery, which gives you a chance to learn about this bright-eyed, kindhearted woman with an accent that made your mind go a bit fuzzy. You found out that she was a music teacher at an elementary school, which sounded a lot more interesting than the job you’d chosen to stick with simply because you needed to pay bills. She was determined to convince you otherwise.

“Wanda, it’s fine!” you insisted as the two of you left the check out line and made your way toward the exit. “I actually prefer boring and normal right now anyway. I haven’t really ever been able to use those words when describing my life before, so this is great.”

You could feel her eyes locked on you as she followed you to the main street, and you waited for her at the corner to cross together, offering her a reassuring smile as the light changed. The two of you were standing in front of her one-story home within a few blocks, and as you took a look at the potted plants on either side of the welcome mat and lantern hung by the door, you couldn’t help but think that you’d be able to figure out this place was hers even if she hadn’t pointed it out.

“Pietro’s coming for dinner tonight if you and your roommate would like to join us,” she told you in a seemingly hopeful tone as she faced you from the steps leading to the porch. “I always make way too much food anyway.”

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

“Um...” You paused to clear your throat. “I actually have plans tonight but maybe I can come back tomorrow afternoon for a movie or something, if you’re not busy. I had fun with you.”

“Yeah, that’ll be great! I wake up pretty early so you can come over whenever.”

“Okay, cool. Cute dog, by the way.”

You nodded over at the corgi watching you from the window, grinning when Wanda followed your gaze and laughed, and you bid farewell with a simple wave before walking away to finish the trip back to your building. Your smile fell as the whispers began filling your ears again before you even reached the corner of the block, and you wondered how long this situation with Wanda would last before you scared her away.

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amethystpath-writes · 3 years

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Hi!!

Villain’s lover finding out that villain is a villain?

You did something like this before and I really liked it lol

Hiya! I definitely don’t remember doing something like this (maybe the love potion/spell story?), but I’d be happy to write this haha.

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Pacing in the kitchen, Lover bit her nails until her teeth met skin. A few fingertips bled and even then, she continued to chow down on the dead skin surrounding her short nails. She didn’t know what else to do with her hands; they were shaking, and they wouldn’t stop.

The news still played in the background. Lover considered time and time again to turn it off, but she couldn’t because moving on would be easier if she turned it off. This wasn’t something to be ignored. Not at all. But at the same time, when she deliberately thought of it, she nearly ripped her hair out.

Where was she supposed to go? She couldn’t just up and leave, could she? That was a mean thing to do and her- her husband was…Lover looked at the tv again. The same image was on the screen- blurred from a clip of action, but no less recognizable. The masked villain- now unmasked for the first time ever- was, without a doubt, Lover’s significant other. What would he do to her if she left?

But she was running out of time. She didn’t know that for sure, but if she were a villain- or hero, or anyone who needed to hide her identity- and her face was realized, she would haul ass back home, or- or anywhere where she wouldn’t be known. So, maybe Villain wouldn’t come home at all. Maybe her internal conflict was pointless for this very time being, but…if he did come home and she wasn’t gone, she’d be trapped. And if he did come home and she was gone, she’d be likely hunted. Right? Isn’t that what happened in the movies? Or books? Or…well, Lover hadn’t really seen this scenario if she was honest.

Lover liked to watch the ditzy princess movies. She even had a magazine subscription to “Royals Suggest…”, a collection of fashion statement clothing worn by royalty around the world, all too expensive for Lover to ever buy, but she enjoyed looking. This. This is what Lover knew; a bunch of too-expensive designer clothing brand names. She didn’t know what to do when her husband was a madman who destroyed cities just to listen to their screams. Or what to do when-

A door clicked open and Lover’s eyes went wide. She let her bloodied fingers drop to her sides, then thought better of it and hid them behind her back. Maybe she should have grabbed a knife.

Listening intently now, Lover heard her partner’s footsteps tread through the house. He was in the living room, she could tell, and she suddenly felt very sorry for herself for having not turned the television off earlier. She squeezed her eyes shut and sunk to the cold, tiled floor quietly. Behind the island counter, Lover hoped she wouldn’t be found. Villain would have no reason to come into the kitchen- not yet at least. He always took his bag- that’s where his suit and mask must have been all along, dammit- to their bedroom after greeting Lover.

What if he didn’t go to his bedroom before trying to find Lover? She’d be found easily. Their house wasn’t enormous- not necessarily small, but Villain wouldn’t have to wander around forever. What was she even planning on doing, though? Lover’s mind was so panicked at this point that she only wanted to hide forever.

Wouldn’t that be a trip- for her to hide in her own house forever without Villain knowing and chasing her around city to city? Lover sighed, shaking her head. If she did that- or if she left at all, Villain would destroy even more just to find her. Then it wouldn’t be Villain’s fault, it would be hers. A villain’s accomplice, even if she hadn’t meant for him to respond that way.

So, what did she do, then? Self-sacrifice? Live with Villain, despite knowing who and what he was- what he was. What he is. He’s capable of so much- just to preserve everyone else? Lover couldn’t be with this man, but she couldn’t let anyone be harmed because she decided to run away.

“Lover? What are you doing on the floor? And with the lights off?”

Lover gasped, putting a hand to her even-more-rapidly beating heart. She sighed, setting herself into a calmer mindset- if that was even possible. “I- my head was hurting.” A loud bang resonated from the television- from the news, where they were still talking about Villain, but she pretended she wasn’t listening. “Actually, will you…turn the tv off? I was going to when I went back to the living room, but” -she shrugged on the floor- “I didn’t exactly make it back. It was playing-”

“Sh, sh, sh. You’ll give yourself a bigger headache if you don’t stop talking.” Villain chuckled, and began walking to the living room, but not before he bent down and planted a kiss on Lover’s forehead.

He didn’t buy it. There was no way he bought her act.

Wincing as she heard Villain hum in the living room, she watched as he passed back through the kitchen into the hall which led to their room. Lover picked herself back up off the floor and opened the fridge, pulling out a bag of whole carrots. Next, she grabbed a cutting board and a knife. She began chopping.

When Villain walked back in, she asked, “How was work today?” Lover asked this every day, but this was the first time she ever swallowed after asking. Chop, chop, chop, chop.

“It was an exhausting day, but- let me do this for you. You have a headache. I don’t want you to chop your fingers off by accident.”

“No, it’s fine. I got it.” Chop, chop, ch-

He grabbed her wrist lightly then plucked the knife from her hands. Villain nodded forward, telling her to sit on one of the barstools opposite of him. Lover felt she had no choice; she did as she suggested, even if it hadn’t been in a villainous way.

“Work was tiring. Some idiot decided to hack one of our major programs. Wasn’t as secure as we thought, so tonight I’ll have to do some repairs, and tomorrow…I’ll just have to trace the hack back to the original device and shut it down, so it doesn’t happen again.”

What he meant, Lover thought, was this; Hero managed to steal the mask off my face today in front of a hundred reporters and now everyone knows who I am, so tonight I’m going to fix my mask- just to poke the bear- and I’m going to find Hero so I can kill them. She wanted the knife back.

“How long has your head been hurting?” The question was so innocent, but Lover knew- God, she just knew what he was getting at. The news had been on when he came home. He knew she saw and now he was playing with her.

Lover blinked, and then blinked again. Lie, she thought to herself, but she couldn’t think of a number. “I don’t know.”

“That bad, huh?”

She nodded slightly as she played with her fingers beneath the table. Her fingertips were so incredibly raw from her chewing at them in all her nervousness, but touching the sensitive spots was the only thing keeping her together. The tiny tinges of pain were grounding her.

“Did they report about the hack on the news?”

Her chest tightened. “I- I don’t know.” A sharp inhale and a thumb gesturing to the blank television. “I was watching Flintstones when I got the headache. I- uh- I stopped paying attention.” Lover looked down at her fingers before looking up again. “Do you remember the dino’s name from the show?”

Still chopping the vegetables, Villain said, “I don’t.” Chop. Chop. “I thought Flintstones played on a different channel? Weird, that it came on before the news.”

“Guess it was a special.”

Villain smiled at Lover and laid the knife down, bending so that both of his elbows touched the table. “I wonder if this happened to Hero when I ripped their mask off a month ago.”

Lover tried to control her reaction- she did. Despite her effort, her eyes widened, and she remembered to squint instead. “What do you mean?” A false and singular laugh. “Did you have a silly dream last night?” She gave a smile, a loving one, a teasing one.

Continuing like Lover hadn’t spoken at all, he said, “I’m sure there were many hugs involved. Maybe even kissing. Everyone loves a hero, right?”

“Whoever fights him clearly doesn’t,” Lover tried. Maybe if she referred to the situation from a third person perspective then he would drop it. She was an observer of the media, and she had a headache when it was on today. That was all.

“Maybe I should be happy you’re pretending not to know, but then that would just be ignorant, wouldn’t it be?”

“Villain, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are…Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should take a nap.” She didn’t want to, but Lover reached across the island counter and intertwined her fingers with Villain’s as they were lain on the table. “You said it was a rough day at work. A nap is always a nice stress reliever.”

He hummed in return, just like he did when he turned the tv off. Lover had thought asking him to do that was such a brilliant idea- thought it proved she was paying no attention to it. “You had a headache you couldn’t even stand from, but the moment I walked away from you, you found an excuse to start chopping carrots.” His fingers flexed- barely- as he said the word ‘chopping’. If anyone had been watching the interaction, they wouldn’t have even noticed the way his grip became tighter.

Lover told him, “It was no excuse. I always make dinner when you come home- even through a headache.” She smiled at him again. How long could she keep this up? How long until he accepted she was telling the truth?

“Come here. I’m going to show you something.”

“But the carr-”

“The carrots will be fine.”

Villain pulled her along through the kitchen and the hall until they walked into their bedroom. Lover could feel her heart throbbing against her chest. She already knew what he was doing. He was making it so that she couldn’t deny what she already knew anymore; Villain was a villain.

“You can sit on the bed while I grab it.”

There was no way out of this. Maybe she should have insisted she stayed in the kitchen while he grabbed his bag, but he wouldn’t have fallen for that. He would have known what she was up to, even if she didn’t.

Lover remained in the doorway of their bedroom, feeling safer there than in the bedroom where there was no hall to run down as an escape. “If I sit on the bed, I might fall asleep in it,” she said to Villain with a tiny chuckle.

“Naps are always a nice stress reliever.” She didn’t like how he threw her own words back at her.

Maybe she should just admit what she knew. Maybe if she did, this wouldn’t be so prolonged and drawn out. If she admitted it, she could stop wondering what he would do to her.

With a deep breath, she began, “I-” but what to say? Lover nearly told him she wanted this relationship they had to be normal, that she just wanted to go back to being a regular, human, husband and wife. This wasn’t what she wanted, though. She wanted to be rid of him. “I saw the news, if that’s what you want to hear.” Her head ducked down as Villain dropped the bag and walked towards her in the doorway.

His hand touched beneath her chin and she sucked in a broken breath. Villain tilted her head up gently. “It wasn’t so hard to admit, was it? Tell me why you were so scared to tell me.”

Shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut, she reached up towards the hand on her chin, wanting to push it away. Villain caught her wrist with his free hand. She didn’t use her own free hand to try again. His touch was gentle, but Lover knew what it- what he- was capable of. He could crush her. Easily.

“Why couldn’t you admit it?”

“Don’t,” She gasped because of her panicked lungs. “Don’t make me say. You know the answer.” Because she was scared. Because everything was up in the air, now, unpredictable. He was unpredictable. What if he tried to kill her?

Villain’s head tilted and he stared into his lover’s eyes. “You aren’t the only one who knows. You aren’t the only one to watch the news. It would be foolish of me to act against you because then I’d have to do the same to everyone else, too. Exhausting.” His hand left Lover’s chin and went to her hair. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. “Not to mention, I do love you. You know that, right?”

She shook her head again. “You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because- because you- you’re…” He was a monster, but she couldn’t say that, not so blatantly.

Taking a deep breath, Villain smirked- not deviously, but intriguingly. “I haven’t the opportunity to use this yet.”

“W-what?” Lover’s breaths picked up speed, and she didn’t feel as terrified as she used her free hand to push Villain away. “Use what?” What else could he do? On television, he could fly, and he was strong, but that- that was it! There was nothing else. “Stay away. Stay away from me, Villain. Please.” She kept her head at a downward angle, not wanting to face him- never wanting to face him ever again.

Villain was perfectly calm as he took a step towards her, forcing her back into the wall of the hall. She had no room to run. “Look at me, Lover. Just look at me, okay?”

“No. No, why?” Her hands were pressed, fingers flayed against the wall behind her.

“Because,” he said, and placed a hand on her cheek. She flinched, but what he said next made her stupidly look up. “I want you to see how much I love you. Eyes are windows to the soul, aren’t they? Just look at me, the way you did the day of our wedding.”

‘Eyes are windows to the soul.’

Yes, they certainly were.

Lover blinked, her eyes falling to Villain’s nose- a button nose, one that made her smile. She bopped it with a finger as she always did. “You’re home,” she said to Villain. “How was work?”

#request fill #hero x villain #hero x villain story #evil villain #manipulative villain #lady whump #psychological whump #ish #secret identity revealed #I will probably timezone reblog this one lol

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2manyfandoms2count · 3 years

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Approximate translation of the Queen Banana opening that was released by Disney Channel Spain:

Nadja Chamack: And now a very original project from the Fançoise Dupont School in Paris. Clara Contard is on site.

Clara: Thanks to professor Jean-Pierre Montalan, a school alumnus, Thomas Astruc, who has become a famous film director, participates in this ambitious project. He's supervising this group of students who have decided to make a movie in their free time; the script, the story board, and the costumes were all made by the students. The Paris Mayor is also very implicated-

Bourgeois: Yes! You already know that I, too, directed a movie when I was young...

Clara: And the cherry on top is that the movie will be shown in cinemas, thanks to the producer, Bob Roth! Good luck to all the budding cineasts, as well as the two main actresses

Zoé: Maybe you hate me, but I love you, and I always will.

Chloé: A movie in which my sister is the star?? Ridiculous!

Sabrina: Do you want another one Chloé? Potassium helps lifts the mood!

Chloé: what I want is to tell these fools how things are done in real life! In my life!

Zoé: Maybe you hate me, but I love you, and I always will, even if-

Chloé: How could you? You gave the lead to my sister who's just come out of nowhere? And what more, with Daddy's money!

Bourgeois: Well, it's not my money darling, it's that of the city...

Chloé: Same thing. I told you I'd send you back to New York if you stood in my way, and not only are you in my way, you're on TV!!

Marinette: Don't let her talk to you like that Zoé! The part is yours, and you deserve it!

Astruc: Yes! The meeting with the producer is tomorrow, it's quite late to change anything.

Art Teacher/Jean-Pierre Montalan: I'll remind you that you were given the opportunity to participate in the movie like the others, but you didn't because, I quote, "Mylène's clothes are ugly", "Nath doesn't draw well", "Alya is useless" and "Dupain-Cheng is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous"

Chloé: I said that?

Art Teacher/Jean-Pierre Montalan: More than that

Chloé: Well, I still think that way! But if this stupid, childish movie ends up in the cinema, then one character in it should be played by me! Which is why you're going to give me my sister's part, because everything she has is mine.

Sabrina: A banana?

Bourgeois: No worries, I'll have a chat with her, everything will be fixed by tomorrow!

#there might be some mistakes they talk really fast #but i was happy i could understand so much without the transcription underneath!#miraculous ladybug #miraculous spoilers #miraculous season 4 spoilers #queen banana #miraculous translation #ml translation

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thebrochtuarachs · 3 years

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Something in the Rain - “Finding Solid Ground”

A/N: Hi all! This chapter has been in the drafts for quite sometime now but I only had the time to pick up the writing. Thank you so much for your patience with my slow updates but rest assured, I absolutely love this story and daydream about the chapters ahead. As always, your comment and suggestions help a lot moving this story forward. Hope you all are keeping safe and healthy! Till the next one!

AO3 / C1: A Day In June : C2: Definitely, Maybe : C3: So We Meet Again : C4: Friday Lunch

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She was 45 minutes late.

Claire was running as fast as she could, catching some curious eyes on her as she raced towards Mrs. Kim’s Korean Street Food Hub to hopefully, still catch Jamie for their lunch.

She got off from her morning surgery quite late due to some complications but she still went as courtesy and because, in all honesty, she still wanted to see him. Their last encounter kind of left them in an awkward place and she was hoping that this meeting could help clarify some things. She has been waiting for this all week but alas, life (and medicine) had other plans.

Claire entered the store and knew instantly that he wasn’t there. The place was empty after the lunch rush and she sighed in disappointment.

“Claire!” Mrs. Kim suddenly called out. “This is for you, left by your friend”, she said while handing her a piece of paper.

“Thank you” Claire replied, opening it on spot.

Hi Claire,

Sorry, I left before you arrived but I have to get back to the office. Don’t worry about the wait, I really don’t mind but I just have a packed schedule today.

Forgive me if this is too forward but here’s my number. No pressure! Just figured we can text or call whenever is a better time to catch up. Just hit me up when you feel like it and I’ll be on the other line.

I do hope to hear from you soon. If not, I’ll be here next Friday, same time :)

Jamie

Claire did not waste any more time and punched in Jamie’s mobile number to call. After three rings, he answered.

“Hello?”

“Jamie? It’s me, Claire.”

“Claire, hi! I see you got my note.”

“I did. I am so sorry. My surgery ran a little bit long and…”

“Don’t worry, I figured that must be it.” he said cheerfully, cutting her off before she went into a long explanation. “I mean, you save lives and all, couldn’t be angry about that.”

Claire sighed relief on the other line and couldn’t believe just how understanding he is. So understanding that she’s starting to wonder if he’s even real. She hasn't really met anyone that chivalrous and it captures her.

“Oh, wow. Thank you - and thank you for the note and your number. My guilt would’ve eaten me alive if I couldn’t apologize to you.”

“You don’t think it was too forward?”

“No, not at all. To be honest, I was going to ask it last week before we got, erm, interrupted.”

“Well, that’s good to know. And in any case, I would’ve given it.” Jamie said.

She could hear his smile from the other line and she couldn’t help but smile too.

“Anyhow,” Claire followed. “I am so sorry I missed you today. To make up for it, would you happen to be doing anything tomorrow?”

“Hmm, let me check." Jamie checked his board calendar. "Nope, my weekend is free. Anything you had in mind?”

“Well, if you’re up for it, I’d like to invite you to the center tomorrow, see what we’re doing with the kids. Fair warning though, they get a little rowdy sometimes.”

“I’m game! Text me the details and what time to meet you.”

“Really? Great! Sure, I’ll text you the details in a bit”

“Will wait for it. Claire, sorry to cut this short but I have to run to a meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Oh no, please. Go ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow, Alright, bye!”

It was a Saturday, two weeks since their encounter by the crossing, and now she’s waiting for him to arrive and bring him to one of the most special places for her.

Claire hadn’t absolutely thought through what inviting Jamie to the center would mean. Reflecting on yesterday, a part of Claire thought she may have panicked and this invite might’ve been a mistake. On another end was a part of her that was excited to see him and if she was really being honest, spend time with him, and show her the work they have been doing.

She had told her their meeting story and the extended invite to her friends and staff but left out the part about their lunches. She messaged the team on WhatsApp about their upcoming guest and her inbox has blown with messages asking her for more details about the man himself. She messaged that they’ll be able to find out for themselves tomorrow when they meet him and turned off her phone.

“Claire?” Deep in thought she hadn’t seen or hear Jamie arrive. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Spaced out there for a bit” she embarrassingly admitted.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Jamie asked as Claire pointed the way in.

“Erm, nothing much. Just thinking about giving you fair warning about everyone upstairs. They’re quite curious about you, Jamie Fraser.” she said jokingly the half truth.

Jamie got a bit nervous suddenly and Claire felt it. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll save you if they get too rowdy. Be ready to answer questions though." She said, smiling, hoping to ease his thoughts.

“Is any topic off limits? Should I not mention anything to them?”

“I leave it to you. But if you ask me, just be yourself and charm everyone away”

Jamie chuckled and Claire turned to him. “What?”

“You think I’m charming?”

Claire laughed and smacked him in the arm. “Oh, bug off!”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

“Anyway!” Claire interrupted. “Today’s event is just art and crafts and a story session. The rest, the kids can do and play how ever they like. I usually just play with any kid who asks me to and time just flies and suddenly, the afternoon is done.”

“Got it. I honestly hope I can help more than distract or whatever”

“Pssh, you’ll be fine, Jamie. You’ll be fine”

The moment the elevator doors opened, a line of people greeted Jamie and Claire at the entrance.

“Hello, everyone” Claire greeted but to her surprise, no one spoke or moved. Everyone was just looking at Jamie. “This is Jamie. Jamie Fraser, our guest for today”

She ushered them closer to the stunned group and began to introduce them one by one.

Mary, the receptionist and admin assistant.

Mrs. Graham, the secretariat and head of operations.

Joe, also a surgeon from Claire’s hospital.

Frank, the history professor he’d met a week earlier.

Geilis, a botanist and herbalist.

“It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for having me this afternoon.” Jamie said and it was only then that the ice was broken.

“Hi, Jamie was it? Can I call you Jamie?” Mrs. Graham prodded.

“Yes, Mam”

“Alright, this way. Let me show you around”

As Mrs. Graham swept Jamie away for a short tour, the rest of the group crowded Claire with questions.

“Okay, he is even more handsome than in the pictures!” Geilis excitedly said.

“Pictures?” Claire asked.

“Ugh, I sometimes forget you’re a doctor who needs to catch up to the times” Geilis pinched her nose jokingly. “Jamie was named one of Scotland’s most eligible bachelors in a tatler magazine last year. There’s pretty striking photos of him in a tux and in casual clothes.”

“I remember that issue. Gail had one lying in the house and I happen to peruse it one time. You’re right, the pictures don’t do him justice.” Joe chimed in.

“I had no idea. I mean, I just literally bumped into the guy on the street!” Claire said, a curiosity pooling in her mind. She had to look for that magazine later.

“Such a meet-cute story. Ugh, Claire! It’s like something out of the books or movies” Geilis added.

“Psh, he seems too manly for me. I mean, who is that fit and that put together.” Frank mused.

“I think he’s quite charming” Joe added.

“If you ask me, Claire, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but keep it going” Geilis added.

“Aish, nothing is going on. I just extended a polite invite to make up for - “ Claire stopped as Jamie and Mrs. Graham arrived back, thankful for the Interruption.

“Make up for what?” Geilis asked, not missing that info.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Mhm” Geilis hummed raising an eyebrow to Claire. She’ll pull it out of her later.

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It was a long but fun afternoon for everyone.

Afterwards, one by one, the space cleared out, the kids were picked up, saying goodbye to the staff with some even approaching and waving at Jamie as they left, leaving him with a heartwarming feeling.

“Well, another successful weekend, folks!” Frank called out and the team gave themselves applause.

“Great job to Joe and Mary for taking on the storytelling and painting sessions this afternoon and I would also like to thank our guest, Jamie, for being patient and helpful with the kids” Mrs. Graham added, earning another group applause.

“Thank ye, I hope I helped at all today but otherwise, I enjoyed today and thank ye for inviting me.” Jamie shared.

“Come join us anytime” Joe patted him on the back. “Alright, everyone, have a goodnight. See you all next week, I’ll bring Gail and Lenny along.” With that he made a way for the elevator and it was everyone’s cue to leave.

Claire approached Jamie just as he was going to her. “Well, how are you and how was it?” she asked. If she expected to spend time with Jamie, well, it didn’t happen. First, he was whisked away by Mrs. Graham. Afterwards, it was Joe asking help to build his set. Next up was Mary who got him assisting on getting and serving the food, and the rest of the time, it was kids calling out on Jamie here and there and he was more than happy to oblige.

“Fun and a little bit tiring” he replied and Claire gave a small laugh. “But in all honesty, thank ye for inviting me to come here. Made me miss my niece and nephew”

“I’m glad you had fun and I’m glad you got to see what we’re doing here.”

Jamie might be overthinking things but he knew that Claire sharing this part of her to him seems like a big thing and he intends to cherish that.

“Anyway, I’d like to offer to drive ye home...or to the nearest bus stop” he added, panicking he put her in a tight spot.

Claire paused, eyed him jokingly, intentionally making him more flush and nervous.

“I’d take that offer but” she began and Jamie swallowed the lump on his throat, “I actually live nearby so we don’t need to drive”

“Okay,” Jamie sighed in relief which Claire found very cute. “Lead the way, then”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #SITR #something in the rain #fanfic #fanfiction #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #AU #light AU #fun AU #mia writes #TB writes #feel free to drop your comments and suggestions #would love to hear from you guys

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wikiangela-fanfics · 3 years

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“I will never leave you”- Buddie oneshot

I literally cannot stop writing about them now lmao

This oneshot is basically what happened in the 4x08 but if Eddie and Buck were together, because once I saw the "you're late" scene I immediately knew I had to write something There are some lines from the episode, and honestly I feel like half of it is pretty awkward and doesn't make much sense, but I like it so whatever haha

summary: Eddie and Buck decide to finally tell Chris that they're dating.

words: 2.6k

Ao3

Enjoy ♥

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Buck heard the car pull into the driveway. He knew it was Eddie, who was running some errands and asked Buck to watch Christopher after work. He got up and walked towards the door to greet him.

By the time he got to the door, Eddie was already inside, carrying bags with groceries. Buck leaned against the doorframe, and smiled.

“You’re late.” he said, while Eddie dropped the bags and started to take off his jacket. Eddie actually set the exact time he would be back, because he wanted to tuck his son in, and then spend the evening with Buck. But he ran a little late, and Buck will never pass up an opportunity to tease him.

“There was construction on Sunset. Had to take a detour.” Eddie answered, putting his jacked on the rack.

“Or maybe you were on a date or something?” Buck asked teasingly, amusement clear on his face. They went through similar conversations before they got together, back when Eddie went back to dating.

“Ha. Ha.” Eddie rolled his eyes. Then, he added softly: “You know the only person I’d want to be on a date with stands in front of me.”

“Aw, you’re such a sap.” Buck’s smile widened, but before Eddie could react, he added: “But your answer is correct.” he leaned towards Eddie, who immediately understood, and leaned in to leave a quick, sotf kiss on Buck’s lips. “Missed you.” Buck murmured, as Eddie was pulling away.

“And who’s a sap now?” Eddie raised his eyebrows, a teasing smirk on his face, because they’d seen each other just a few hours ago. But he missed Buck too, to be honest. He leaned down to pick up bags with groceries that he had dropped before. “You wanna help me with those?” he asked, as he struggled to grip all of them, while Buck just kept leaning against the doorframe and looking at him.

“Not really.” Buck said and Eddie looked back at him with a disbelieving look on his face. “What? If you were on time, I’d help.” he shrugged, a smug look on his face.

“Fine. I’ll remind you of this next time you’re late.” Eddie said, finally picking them all up.

“I’m kidding.” Buck sighed and rolled his eyes, walking over to Eddie and taking half of the groceries. “Why is there so much stuff here, anyway? Did you buy a whole supermarket?” he asked as they carried it to the kitchen.

“Just some groceries.” Eddie put the bags on the counter and started to unpack them. Buck started to help, too. “Christopher already asleep?”

“No, but he’s in bed. It was tough, but we negotiated a deal. He got ready for bed, and I wasn’t allowed to turn off the light or tell him a story. He was waiting for you, but you were late.” he said pointedly.

“I know.” Eddie stopped unpacking the bags and looked at Buck with annoyance, but there was fondness there too. That was his Buck. He could annoy him and tease him to no end, but Eddie loved him more than he could express. “Thanks for taking care of him.” he added, more softly.

“It’s a pleasure.” Buck said proudly. “He’s my best friend.” he grinned.

“What?” Eddie frowned, but he was smiling. “Then what am I?” Buck gave him a look in response, and Eddie just laughed. “Okay, fine. He’s your best friend, whatever.” he shook his head, starting to put things away to cabinets, while Buck was putting stuff in the fridge.

“And I am his best friend, just so you know.” Buck added, his tone still teasing.

“And I’m more than happy about that.” Eddie looked at him. “I’m his dad, I can get over him liking you more than me.”

“Good.” Buck said.

“Actually, I’ve been thinking.” Eddie said, suddenly nervous, his gaze focused on the package of pasta in his hands.

“Should I be worried?” Buck asked carefully and Eddie could feel his gaze.

“No, no. Of course not.” Eddie quickly said, putting the pasta on the shelf, but still not moving his gaze. “It’s just… we’ve been dating for a while. And we know that Chris loves you.” he stopped, swallowing hard.

“And you want to tell him.” Buck said slowly, basically finishing Eddie’s sentence. “About us.”

Eddie suddenly turned around, facing Buck. His eyes were wide and he was chewing on his lower lip out of nerves. Then he took a deep breath.

“Yeah, I do.” he said. “If you wanna. I mean, I think he’d take it well. He knows you and- and loves you.” if he was this nervous just talking to Buck about it, he was going to be a mess telling Christopher. Maybe he wasn’t as ready as he thought. “And he knows that you’re always gonna be there for him.” it was a statement, but there was some kind of a question hidden there, in his tone and his eyes.

Buck walked over to Eddie and took his face into his hands.

“Hey, of course I will.” he said. “And I am totally on board with telling him. But right now, let me unpack the rest, and you go say goodnight to your son, so that he can finally go to sleep, because he has school tomorrow.” Buck smiled fondly. “And then we will talk some more, okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Eddie chuckled lightly, a little embarrassed at his nervousness. He shook his head and walked away from Buck, into his son’s room. They will be fine. They will tell Chris and he’s gonna be fine with them being together. Or so Eddie was trying to convince himself. But that wasn’t what he had to worry about just then. He would talk it over with Buck first, and then they would find the right moment to tell Chris. It would be fine.

***

They decided to tell him a few days later.

Buck was constantly saying that if Eddie wasn’t ready, he was fine with waiting. But even though Eddie was really nervous, he felt like he needed to do this. He needed to be honest with his son. And he really wanted to be able to hold Buck’s hand when they all go out together, or cuddle with Buck when they have a movie night, and all the other stuff he’s not able to do now. He wanted to be able to act like he felt - like he was head over heels for Buck - and he didn’t want to hide anymore. Especially not from the most important person in his world.

So after watching a movie Friday night, instead the usual “time to get ready for bed,” Eddie told Chris:

“We wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” Christopher answered, looking up at Eddie, who was silent for a long while, gathering his thoughts.

“So.” Eddie started. “Um, I wanted to ask you…” he looked at Buck, who was sitting on the other side of Christopher. He looked back at Eddie and he knew that if he wanted to back away, Buck would be cool with it. But he needed to say it. He just wasn’t sure how, despite preparing for the last couple of days. “How would you feel about me, uh, dating-” he said very slowly, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. Before he could even say Buck’s name, Chris interrupted him.

“No! I don’t want you to date!” he exclaimed.

“Hey, listen to me.” Eddie tried, but Chris got up from the couch before Eddie could realize that he should have approached it differently. “Chris.” he said as Chris started to walk away.

“Hey, buddy. Wait a second.” Buck spoke up and Chris stopped and looked at him. Then he looked to Eddie to continue.

“Look, the person I’m dating is Buck.” Eddie said with a smile. “It’s not some random stranger. It’s our Buck, okay?” he hoped that the mere fact that it was his best friend, whom Chris knew and loved, would be enough to make him less angry.

“No. You can’t date Buck!” Chris said, even angrier now. Both Buck and Eddie looked at each other with surprise and worry. They were hoping he would be happy about that. “You can’t! I’m mad at both of you!” he added, before walking away.

Buck and Eddie sat there in silence for a while, not moving. Finally, Eddie spoke up.

“That was so not how I expected it to go.” he said.

“Yeah, somehow I hoped he’d, you know, not hate us.” Buck said, looking at Eddie. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Eddie frowned. “It’s not your fault.”

“Isn’t it?” Buck sighed. “I’m the person you’re dating. And he’s your kid and he’s mad at you for dating.”

“He’s mad at both of us, if I remember correctly.” Eddie said, trying to sound lighter than he did. “He’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” he took Buck’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

“But if he really doesn’t want us to be together, I-”

“No, don’t say it.” Eddie interrupted. “I’m not losing you, in any way.” he said, because even if they could go back to just being friends, which would probably be slightly, or very, awkward, he didn’t want that. He knew Chris would come around. He had to. They were already a family, they’ve been a family since before he and Buck started dating. They couldn’t just… break up. “He’ll calm down and I’ll try to talk to him again. It can’t be about you.” he added with a frown. “He loves you, he wouldn’t be mad about that.”

Buck didn’t answer. He got up and let go of Eddie’s hand. Before Eddie could ask where he was going, Buck just said: “I’ll be right back.” and went towards Christopher’s room. Eddie just sat there, trusting that Buck knows what he’s doing. He’s always been good with Chris, and he had a connection with him, so surely he would be able to talk to Chris, even though the boy was mad at him.

***

First, Buck knocked on the door, but didn’t hear an answer.

“Hey, it’s Buck. Can I come in?” he asked.

“No.” Chris said, and Buck sighed.

“Hey, I just wanna talk. Give me two minutes. No longer, I swear.”

“Okay.” the boy answered after a while.

Buck opened the door and found Chris sitting on his bed, clearly upset. He sat down next to him.

“So you’re really mad at us, huh?” Buck asked, not sure how exactly to approach the topic.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Chris answered, looking at the floor.

“We gotta talk about it sooner or later. And your dad’s not here right now. Whatever you say, I promise it’ll stay between us.” Christopher didn’t answer. “Come on, we’re friends, right? You can talk to me.” he gently nudged him with his elbow. “I know that it might be a little weird at first. But not much will change, I swear.”

“I don’t want anything to change.” Christopher said.

“What exactly you don’t want to change?” Buck asked, having a faint idea of what it might be about.

“For you to leave.” the boy admitted quietly. “Everybody leaves now, abuelita, Carla, my friends... and mom was with dad and she still left. And what if you break up and you leave too?”

“Buddy.” Buck put his arm around him. “Yeah, people go away. And it’s sad. But not everyone goes away forever. You will see your friends, Carla and abuelita soon. And I will never leave you. I love your dad. And I love you.” he couldn’t help a small smile. “We won’t break up. But even if we do…” he added as Chris was about to say something. “I will never leave you, okay? I’m not going anywhere, ever. I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

“Do you promise?” he heard Chris whisper.

“I promise.” Buck said sincerely, catching Chris’ small smile.

They sat there in silence for a while, and then Buck felt Chris move and nestle up against Buck’s side.

“Thanks, Buck. You’re a good friend.” Christopher said. “And if you’re not gonna leave, then I’m happy for you and dad.”

“That means more than anything, kid.” Buck exhaled with relief.

After a couple more minutes they got back to the living room, where Eddie was anxiously waiting on the couch. He looked at the smile on Chris’ face and looked relieved, but also a little confused.

“Hi.” he said, crouching down to Christopher’s eye level. “What’s that smile?”

“You and Buck are boyfriends.” Chris said happily. Eddie looked up at Buck with surprise. Buck shrugged and smiled innocently.

“What did you talk about in there?” Eddie asked, his tone surprised, a wide smile on his face.

“That’s private.” Buck said, sitting down on the couch. Eddie raised his eyebrow. “What? We can have our secrets.”

“Really?” Eddie’s gaze landed on his son again. Chris laughed.

“You don’t have to know everything.” he said and Eddie scoffed with surprise and amusement.

“I’m gonna leave that for now.” Eddie said, getting up. He had enough of arguing for one night. He was just happy that if Chris doesn’t want to talk to him about something, he’ll always have Buck to turn to. “I guess it’s time for bed.” he said.

As Chris went to get ready for bed, Eddie walked over to Buck and kissed him briefly. “You’re a miracle worker.”

“All I did was talk to him.” Buck rolled his eyes with a smile. Eddie just kissed him one more time. He was so glad that Buck and Chris have such a great relationship. And that he had a partner, who was going to be there with him and his son.

“Thank you.” he whispered, then going to check on Chris.

Then both Eddie and Buck went to tuck Chris in and tell him a story together.

***

He heavily sat on the couch, sighing. Buck chuckled, sitting next to him, and running his hand through Eddie’s hair.

“It was an emotional evening.” Buck said.

“Yeah.” Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms around Buck and hiding his face in his neck. “Wanna tell me what you and Chris talked about?”

“Nope.” Buck said and Eddie raised his head to look at him. “Just be happy he’s good with us now.”

“Whatever, I’m too tired right now.” he put his head back down, feeling Buck’s hand play with his hair.

“Maybe you should just go to sleep?” Eddie made a small sound of agreement. “Okay. So go, and I will see you tomorrow at work, alright?” at that Eddie sat back up with a frown. “What?”

“Why don’t you just stay the night?” he suggested with a shrug. They’ve been dating for a while, but with Chris, if Buck would stay over, they would sleep separately, just in case. But Eddie just felt like falling asleep in the arms of the man he loves, and his son finally knew about their relationship, so he felt like he could have this.

“Sure.” Buck smiled.

“And by that I mean, in my bed, not on the couch.” Eddie clarified, and Buck chuckled, rolling his eyes.

Eddie got up and took Buck’s hand, pulling him to himself. When Buck was standing too, Eddie kissed him deeply. “I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too, Eddie.” Buck said softly, and chuckled again as Eddie yawned. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” he intertwined their fingers and led Eddie to the bedroom.

As Eddie was falling asleep, Buck’s arms wrapped around him, he felt happier than ever. The difficult evening had a happy ending, and now he didn’t have to hide his happiness from his son, who was fine with them dating. And he thought that maybe, sometime soon, he would ask Buck to move in with them. He was more than sure of their relationship and he knew that both he and Chris would love to have Buck around more. Besides, Eddie has never fallen asleep faster and has never been more comfortable, than with Buck in his bed.

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Respite

I wanted to write a soft comfort piece sorry if it’s bad or out of character okay bye

Uvogin could sense the turmoil within you the second he saw you as he entered your home.

You act the same as you usually do: greeting him and standing on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. The action is sweet, but the smile you gave him after seems strained, and the way you asked him how his trip back was sounded like a line that had been rehearsed. You're not a good enough actor to hide how you're truly feeling. Not to him, anyway.

But he let it go as you left him to make your way back to the kitchen, calling for him to come and help you with the dinner prep.

You don't respond well when pushed to speak about your problems, and he's learned to be patient with you; if it's something minor then all he really needs to do is be around you, holding you, peppering your face with kisses and showering you with affection until your mood returns to normal, until it feels like you're genuinely reciprocating. If it's something more serious, then you'll talk to him when you're ready. If he tries to get it out of you before then all you'll do is clam up and bury those feelings deeper within yourself while continuing to insist that there's nothing wrong, lying to his face as your insecurities take over and you convince yourself that telling him anything would mean you were inconveniencing him. How you continued to persuade yourself of that is a mystery he'll never solve, but right now, he doesn't need to think about that.

Patience isn't something he's good at, but he'll wait for you for as long as it takes until you can open up to him.

The two of you were in the kitchen, you at the stove while he cut up food with a knife that was bigger than necessary for the job just so his hands would have an easier time holding a knife with a bigger grip. You teased him when he had pulled that particular knife out, asking him if he was planning to murder the vegetables with it. He brushed the comment off with a sarcastic reply, turning away from you to face the cutting board. But when he glanced back at you, he could see enough of your face to see the somber expression that had taken over your features, a contrast to the cheerful smile you'd worn only moments earlier.

That fake smile returned when he announced that he was done, walking the board over to the stove and using the knife to push the cut-up vegetables into the extra large cooking pot you had gotten after the two of you started dating.

“So much food, but I'm barely getting any of it,” you said, pouting a bit as you looked up at him, “you eat too much.”

“Can't help it with how much energy I burn,” he answered, then playfully added “would you rather I starve?”

“Maybe, if I could have one night where you didn't eat virtually everything.”

“Don't say that. I need to be at full strength to protect you.”

“What I need protection from is how much I spend on groceries. I wish I could go back to a time where my food expenses weren't in the triple digits. I swear, those check-out clerks must think I'm feeding a small army every time I go in there.”

Uvo chuckled at your response, then came in to hold you from behind as you stirred the contents of the pot. You leaned back against him, smiling back at him when you looked up.

That smile still felt fake.

When you dish yourself a bowl, when you sit down and take a sip of your drink as you wait for him to join you, and throughout that entire meal, the fake smile stayed. A smiling mask you wore as you tried burying down your turmoil deeper and deeper.

The chatter throughout dinner was meaningless. He told you particular bits of his exploits from the latest assignment with the troupe, leaving out any mention of the people he killed this time and focusing on the parts where he got to brag about his strength. The stories you told him in return were very boring by comparison, the most exciting one being how you had witnessed a deer run out into the middle of a road and almost cause a car accident.

“Things aren't interesting unless I'm around, it seems,” he said.

“You mean things are peaceful when you're not around,” you laughed.

He snorted.

“Peace might not be all it's cracked up to be if all you've got is shit that'll put me to sleep,” Uvo replied, “did anything happen today that's worth talking about?”

You tensed at that, as if remembering something unpleasant, and that smile had never looked more fake.

“You came back,” you answered quietly.

You quickly changed the subject, and it was obvious you were trying to keep his mind off of your reaction by keeping him busy with questions, asking how other members of the troupe were doing, specifically how Nobu was doing, if he would visit any time soon, if you would ever meet anyone else from the troupe. He answered your questions as best he could, but he wished he could just ask you what was wrong.

You must have sensed that, as you quickly asked him “want to watch a movie after? You can pick.”

“.... Sure. Sounds good.”

He tried to keep the apathy out of his voice, but it didn't quite work, and the rest of the meal was had in silence.

Uvogin selected a movie without really thinking, some over-exaggerated action movie that one would watch if you wanted to turn your brain off for a few hours. The plot was generic, as expected, and Uvo leaned back on the couch, periodically looking over at you. You were perched on the couch, holding your knees to your chest as you were transfixed by the images on the screen. It seemed as if the movie was keeping your mind off of things, and Uvo tried to relax a bit.

The atmosphere slowly began to change as you became more relaxed as well, shifting until you were leaning against him. He welcomed the contact with you, wrapping an arm around to pull you closer.

Halfway through the movie things were feeling like they were normal again; you went as far as to rest your head against his leg, and you let out a small, content sigh when he placed his hand on your arm, his thumb lazily rubbing circles on your skin.

Maybe you were a bit too content, because a short while later he heard you yawn.

“You tired?” he asked, “you should go to sleep.”

“Too early for that,” you said, “I want to finish the movie.”

He let out a noncommittal hum, continuing to caress you lightly as he looked back to the screen. There were more explosions, as expected.

But despite all of the noise coming from the movie, when he leaned over to look at you a few minutes after, he found that you were asleep.

Jostling you lightly as he did so, Uvogin called out your name to wake you. Bleary eyes opened, and you raised yourself on your arm as you rubbed at your eyes.

“You should go to bed,” Uvo said.

But you shook your head.

“I'm fine,” you replied, resting back down on his leg.

Uvogin huffed.

“You can't sleep here.”

You didn't answer, and Uvo felt frustration beginning to bubble up.

“The movie can wait 'til tomorrow, it's not important,” he tried again.

Then, against his better judgment, he added “unless this is about something else.”

There wasn't any response again, but he noticed the subtle twitch in your body, and the way your jaw clenched.

In what was an impulsive move, he lifted you up, pulling you into his lap and holding you against his chest. Your face immediately went into the crook of his neck as you clutched at his shirt.

“Talk to me,” he said, “what's wrong?”

You still weren't speaking. He should have expected that, but this had gone on for too long and he couldn't just leave you in this state.

“Did someone do something to you?” he asked.

Finally, you indicated something by shaking your head 'no'.

“Did something happen?”

You shook your head again.

“Are you upset with me?”

Another 'no'.

He sat there silently, holding you while you remained still in his grasp. There was some small comfort in knowing he wasn't the cause of this; a disagreement that came up frequently was how often he would leave and how long he'd be gone. Just because you understood why he did that didn't mean you were happy with it.

Minutes passed before you finally said something.

“I just....” you began, seemingly unsure of yourself. Uvo waited.

“I don't want to be alone.”

You pressed yourself tighter to him, as if you were afraid he would vanish in that moment.

As for Uvogin, he wanted to prod more, get more answers out of you, but that wouldn't be happening. There were conversations to be had, but there was no way they'd be happening tonight.

Reaching for the remote, he turned off the movie that had been forgotten as it had played in the background. You gasped a little when he lifted you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked you to the bedroom. A large, king-sized bed took up the majority of the space in there; his height made a lot of things in life difficult, such as finding a bed that would actually fit him, and you had gone out of your way to ensure he would be comfortable whenever he came back to you.

He placed you on the bed, and you released him when pulled back up, your hands going to your lap while your gaze stayed on the floor. You look sheepish as he begins to undress, throwing his clothes into a corner until he's just in his underwear.

You still haven't moved, and it's clear that your lost in your own thoughts again.

He huffs.

“Alright then, if that's how you want it,” he said, feigning annoyance.

You look back up just has he pushes you onto your back and you yelp as you hit the mattress. Uvo is leaning over you, arms on either side as he stares down at you.

“Didn't think I'd need to wait on you hand and foot when I got back, but if I can only get you to bed by undressing you myself, then fine. But clearly I've gone soft if I've let you become this much of a princess,” he teased.

The corners of your mouth twisted up after he spoke and the smallest hint of a smile began to take shape. It was the most genuine one he'd seen since getting back.

“I think,” you begin, “if I let you do that, I won't be getting much sleep.”

“I'd be fine with that,” he purred.

You shook your head.

“You're right. I am tired.”

Uvo lifted off of you, sitting on the edge of the bed as you got up, throwing your own clothing into the same corner Uvo had as you undressed. Forgoing any of your normal bedtime rituals, you slipped on an over-sized shirt and returned to the bed where Uvogin once again picked you up and easily manhandled you to place you beneath the covers. After turning off the bedside lamp, he pulled you closer, and both of you settled yourselves on the bed.

Before sleep could take you, Uvo placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“You're not alone.”

You didn't answer. But the way you placed a soft kiss against his chest and nuzzled against him was good enough.

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