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boliv-jenta · 9 months

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Follow on from Summer Schooled

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

WC:2.2k

Summary: After ten years, Joel decides it's time the two of you caught up.

Warnings: protected P in V sex. Oral f!receiving. A little angst. A brief mention of cancer.

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Every time the door opened your heart pounded. Joel was always running just a little late for everything. It was going on ten minutes past your arranged meeting time. He had to be there soon, unless he'd rethought it. Was it crazy to be meeting up after ten years?

It was never your intention to leave it this long. The month after you left for college your mom had some bad news. Cancer. Fully treatable. The best outcome anyone in that position could ask for, but it wasn't quite covered by her health insurance and with you at college it made sense to downsize. The news shook her so much that she decided to get back in touch with your aunt and mend a log standing rift. With the house sold she bought a small apartment near your aunt, a couple of hours away from you. Which was a blessing, you were able to stay in school and still be there for her.

Joel kept in touch to offer support. He was a rock for you when you needed it. A stress reliever at other times. Your fingers buried in your cunt took the place of his cock as he guided your pleasure. Then life got in the way. Calls and texts became less frequent. Joel's business took off. His brother, Tommy, moved home and helped him take the business further. You landed your dream job straight out of college. It led you to your husband. Things were great until a few years in when you realised that you were two very different people. The divorce was pretty amicable. Being divorced at twenty-eight drove you down memory lane to see if you could spot where you went wrong.

That's how you stumbled upon Sarah. All grown up and doing well. Travelling Europe and living her best life. A deeper dive showed her at a BBQ. Joel's face looked back at you. He hadn't aged much. A few greys and laughter lines made him look even more handsome. From the looks of it, you weren't the only one that thought so. The woman he had his arm wrapped around looked at him like he hung the moon. A little digging and you saw a post about their wedding anniversary. It shouldn't have made your stomach churn like it did.

Life moved on. You moved on. Joel moved on. Even Dave finally divorced Carol. That had come as a shock not as much as when he swung by once just after you left and caused a stir at a party. A bunch of sorority girls had a bet on who could fuck the hot older man first. They all spat feathers when Dave left with you. He also got you in trouble with your new housemates by waking them all up with the noise of your bed shifting across the floor.

Still feeling nostalgic you messaged Sarah and told her how happy you were to see her living a good life. A friend request from her followed and the two of you caught up over messages.

One morning there was a message you weren't expecting. A message from Joel.

Sarah tells me you're doing great. I'm glad. I'm glad to hear your mom is still well, too.x

It sat there for most of the day as you tried to sort through your feelings. Over the years you'd thought about the brief relationship you had with Joel so many times. Eventually, with the help of your therapist, you concluded that Joel had been your first love. There'd been no actual relationship or a break up so you had never really moved on. It took a while but you worked through it. You put that summer and all the unanswered 'what ifs' in a locked box at the back of your mind. Then a single message from Joel smashed the whole thing open sending shrapnel through your body, it opened up old wounds as it went. Deciding to truly put everything behind you, you typed out a polite reply.

Thank you. She said you're well and the business is doing great. I'm happy for you.x

Thanks. We're doing pretty good. We've actually just landed a contract in your neck of the woods. About an hour out. Maybe I could swing by and see you.

That would be the stupidest thing for you to do. God knows why you typed I'd like that.

With an exchange of phone numbers you set a meeting around the corner from your place.

The door opened again. After all the disappointments you weren't expecting him. In he walked, looking somehow even better than before. His hair was peppered with greys. A dress shirt stretched over those still impossibly broad shoulders. Dress slacks covered his thighs that looked even thicker. It literally took your breath for a moment. You had to pick up your jaw to return the smile he gave you upon spotting you.

"Hi." He leaned in to give you a small half hug.

"Hi." Your hand rested on his back for the briefest of moments before you pulled back. He smelled of expensive college. A woman's touch was doing him good. He was a far cry from the jean clad, body spray wearing single dad you knew.

"Sorry, I'm late. I had a meeting run over."

He gestured for you to sit before sitting across from you. "That's the reason for the get up too." He undid his top button before rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. You had to remind yourself that he was married. "That's better. You want another?" He nodded to your almost empty cup.

The fresh cup that Joel returned with provided a handy barrier to hide some of your awkwardness behind.

"I'm glad we could catch up." You plastered on a smile.

"Me too."

"How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Good."

Silence.

"Fuck, this is awkward." Joel laughed out.

"Yeah."

"Was this a stupid idea? I just…I don't know, I had the opportunity to see you again…"

"No, I wanted to see you. It's bound to be a little awkward. The last time we met we…" had toe curlingly good sex that I've never been able to beat "...and now it's ten years later and we're having coffee like old friends."

"We are old friends aren't we?" It was a light, teasing comment but it broke you. You were never friends, he was always so much more.

"I'm sorry. I can do this." Grabbing your things, you made a break for the door.

As if you'd stepped into a movie, the light rain came down in sheets. It washed over you like your emotions. Being there with Joel you were suddenly eighteen again. All the knocks you had taken for the last ten years were healed. You were hopeful, open to all the possibilities that life had to offer. Possibilities that included Joel. Happily married Joel. Who would never be yours.

Joel was jogging behind you to catch up. "Hey, at least let me give you a ride."

"I'm two blocks away. I'm good. Just go home, Joel. This was a stupid idea."

"I'm not going to leave you upset on the street. Let me walk you home."

Since you couldn't exactly stop him, you let him walk alongside you in silence. The rain pummelling you both until you were both soaked through. Joel kept up with your hurried pace even as you climbed the steps to your town house. "This is me."

"You know you can talk to me right? What's got you like this?"

"Joel, I can't. Not with you. I worked so hard to forget."

"Forget what?"

"How I felt about you."

You were wrapped in his arms and kissing him back before you realised what was happening. Your lips moulded to his like he was your only source of oxygen.

"Joel. Stop. We can't."

"I'm sorry." He pulled away dragging his hand over his face. "I just missed you so damn much. I know it stupid to be hung up on some brief fling. Fuck. I have two ex-wives that I miss less than you." He paced the small alcove outside your front door.

"Two?"

"Yeah. I got divorced a little over a year ago."

With no-one else standing to get hurt, you threw yourself back into his arms. The next ten minutes passed in a haze of grabbing hands, wet skin slapping on skin and ragged breaths. Everything was done on muscle memory as you made it through your front door. The two of you ended up on the floor. You barely had the presence of mind to grab a condom from your purse before Joel was inside you chasing a high for both of you, his fingers working over your clit. It was all over as quickly as it began.

Laying there breathless on the floor, reality finally caught up with you both. The two of you instantly burst out laughing.

"Well. I wasn't expecting that today."

"Me neither."

"No regrets?"

"None. Well, maybe the floor. I'm getting old." Joel shot you an incredulous look. "Old-er." You corrected with a smile.

Tucking himself away he held up the condom.

"Kitchen." You waved your hand towards it.

"This is a nice place." Joel came back to peel you up off the floor.

"Thanks. It was a fixer upper but I had a great contractor."

Joel grabbed his chest in mock horror. "You've been seeing other contractors?"

"If it makes you feel any better I never let them fuck me on the floor."

"It does."

"Yeah, we always used the bed."

"Smartass." He brushed his nose over yours before kissing you. When he pulled away you were looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Nothing. You want to take a shower? I can dry your clothes off." You moved to walk away.

"Hey." He caught you by the waist bringing your back to his chest. "This wasn't just a fuck for me. I mean it when I said I've missed you. For years I tortured myself with what could have been. I understand if you don't want to see where this can go but I think you do."

Leaning back, you let him hold you. "I do. I just don't think I could take you breaking my heart. Not you."

"That's the last thing I want to do, Darlin'." He kissed your neck and pulled you even tighter to him. "I can't wait to get to know the person you have become."

"I'm pretty much the same. Type A need for organisation. A bit of a dreamer. Life's just beat me down a little. I'm a lot more cautious."

"A little caution is good. I'm just glad you had none when it came to me and Dave."

"Dave! What's he doing?" You span in his arms to face him.

"Let's get you into something dry and I'll fill you in."

"I'm gonna order some take out. You hungry?"

"Oh yeah." He growled nipping at your ear. "Food sounds good, too."

By some miracle you managed to be dressed when the food came. Joel had dropped to knees in the shower and had himself a feast. When your legs couldn't hold you anymore he reluctantly agreed to get dressed.

"I swear that guy always lands on his feet." Joel finished up telling you about Dave divorce. It was Carol that filed once the girls were old enough. They still came together for the holidays. Dave was still a hands on dad. Dave kept himself busy with a string of woman half his age. The only shocking revelation was about Dave's job. "The CIA? That was Dave's 'government job'? Wow."

Joel went on to drop another bomb on you. "This will be our fourth job together. He might be an ass sometimes but I can't fault his work." Dave had gone into private security. If Joel's clients needed a secure system he called Dave.

"I remember the two of you worked very well together." A grin spread against your wine glass.

"Oh you do, do you? Dave was your first after all."

"Don't remind me. I can't believe I did all that!" You visibly cringed.

"I'm glad you did." He held up his glass in a toast.

"Me too." Your glass clicked against his.

When both your glasses were empty, you offered Joel another. "I can't. I have to drive back down in a little while. I have a few early deliveries to take in the morning." He saw your bright face drop. "I can be back tomorrow afternoon. If you'll have me, I can stay the weekend? I'll take you out on a proper date."

"Sounds perfect." Rounding that table, you sat in his lap, lazily making out until he had to leave.

Laying in bed that night, you just couldn't switch off. Your brain buzzed with so many questions and possibilities. Your body still hummed from Joel's attention. The renewed memory of his touch ghosted over your skin. When your phone buzzed your heart leapt at the fact that it could be Joel once again after all these years.

The text came from an unknown number.

Miss me? I'll catch up with you soon.

Series tag: @popcornforone @myrealmofchaos @casa-boiardi

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #no outbreak!joel miller #joel miler x f!reader

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wandabear · 2 years

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COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f! reader

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 & 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 finale

Warning on this chapter: Just... don’t cry, ok? I can hug you if you want. Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤCHAPTER 5

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Wanda went through the automatic door of that building, a bit curious looking for the reception, where she found a nurse typing quickly on her computer. A lovely woman in her sixties maybe. It wasn't the first time went to that hospital, but it was the first time she visited someone who was working there. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ “Excuse me... Good morning, ma'am. I would like to know where Doctor Y/N Y/L/N is.” Wanda asked kindly, adjusting that dark plaid jacket, she felt a little shy and worried. The smell of that jacket used to relax her but now it had lost its scent and that sometimes made her feel homesick. Her scent.

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“Good morning, miss. Are you a patient?” The woman smiled sweetly and took off her glasses.

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“Oh, no, no… I just…” Wanda stammered a little shy at the woman's gaze. The redhead decided to open her bag and show her two lunch boxes with homemade food; biting her lower lip Wanda said: “She forgot this at home, I wanted her to eat healthier and better, but I...”

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“Oh, honey! Don't worry, I thought you were a patient!” The nurse giggled. “I didn't know Y/N was married. She’s in the break room, take this hallway and go up to the 3rd floor. You will see that there’s a small room called 28-B.” Nurse Wilson pointed to the hallway to her left.

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“I... we are not… we don't...” The babbling got worse but Wanda decided to shut up, it was better that she think that and let her pass. “Thank you very much, Nurse...” she read her name stitched on the nurse robe. “Wilson.”

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“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. Call me Nancy.”

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Wanda smiled at that kind woman and decided to move forward, following the exact instructions the nurse gave her. She looked around the room curiously, noticing how doctors came and went quickly, some patients were resting and other people were drinking coffee in the waiting room. Many people considered hospitals an awful place, others considered it places where some good things could happen, like the birth of her twins.

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It took maybe a couple of minutes to reach the third floor since the place seemed to be a maze.

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“She said 28-B…” Wanda whispered, finding that room after a while.

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The redhead knocked the door and waited a moment but no one answered. A little embarrassed, Wanda looked down and knocked again until the door opened revealing a somewhat confused brunette, with messy clothes as well as her hair.

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“Am I still- … Wanda?” Y/N said with a frown.

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“I… I thought… the nurse sent me here and…” Wanda stammered, noticing the brunette's messy clothes. She was about to leave when Y/N took her arm, pulling her into the room and closing it behind her. Wanda opened her lips ready to complain but she noticed that the room was empty. Only had a bed, a sofa, a small table to eat, a coffee maker and a microwave.

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“I thought that…”

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“I was sleeping.” Y/N yawned and tied her hair in a ponytail. “We use this room to rest sometimes... This isn't Grey's Anatomy, Wanda.” She teased Wanda, noticing how the redhead smiled embarrassed. Y/N became aware of her presence a few moments later. Her brain started working after an hour's sleep. “What are you doing here?”

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“I'm sorry, I didn’t want to bother.” Wanda bit her lower lip and pulled two lunch boxes out of her bag, setting them on the table. “I just wanted to get you something to eat. The other day you said that you don't eat very well here and… I made a lot today and I thought: maybe I could take something to her.”

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Y/N narrowed her eyes, amused. “Did you drove all the way from your home to come here just to bring me food?"

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“I stopped by to visit Natasha and it was very close.” Wanda defended herself as they both sat down at the table. "It's part of thanking you for letting us stay the other day."

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“Thank you. The truth is that I have not eaten anything, I managed to sleep at least an hour.” The brunette yawned again and rubbed her eyes, trying to open her lunch box. “What is this?”

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Wanda didn't answer, she just watched as the doctor took one of the forks and tasted a bit of that delicious dish. With a proud smile, the Sokovian saw how Y/N seemed to love that dish because she kept eating.

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“This is delicious, Wanda! What is it?” she asked her before taking another bite of the chicken piece. She closed her eyes, enjoying the delicious warm taste. It had been a long time since she had eaten ate something that didn't have to be microwaved.

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“It's Chicken Paprikash.” The redhead smiled proudly and took her lunch box, she accompanied Y/N to eat. And the truth is that even Wanda could admit that the chicken was delicious. “It's a dish that I really love and-"

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“And the kids love it, your mother loved to cook it for you and Pietro in Sokovia.” Y/N responded, knowing that story very well. She smiled slightly, remembering when Wanda shared that memory after one of those passionate nights.

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“How do you know that?” The redhead frowned.

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“You told me that once.” Y/N scrunched her nose and continued to eat. “Sometimes it doesn't seem like it but I used to like listening to you. Ugh, this is sooo good.”

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Wanda didn't say anything, she just watched as Y/N happily ate that dish. But something in her words made her heart pound and it was that Y/N had always listened to her, she had always paid attention to her stories, her dreams and memories. How come she never noticed? Or rather, how could she be so stupid to ignore her?

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“So…” Wanda began making Y/N to look up at her. “Nat said that on Friday she was going to have this small meeting in a bar, one that you know.”

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“Oh, yeah. She told me it was a kind of welcome for everyone.” The brunette nodded and brought the last piece of chicken to her lips, feeling the warmth in her belly. Her body seemed to recover the strength she needed, the food and even that hour had an effect on Y/N’s mood. And sure she would never admit that the redhead's presence helped a bit.

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“Are you going…?” Wanda asked curiously, trying to look disinterested.

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“Sure, I have the friday off.” Y/N shrugged. “Why?”

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“I just wanted to know…” Wanda looked down to finish her food.

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The brunette wiped her lips with a napkin and was about to ask something else when the break room door opened. A girl in her thirties, dark hair and pale skin peeked out, curious and smiling.

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“Y/N! I'm sorry, Nancy told me you were having lunch with your wifey, but Dr. Palmer needs you in the ER. Apparently it's a pretty serious car crash, there are SOOO many injuries. Broken bones everywhere!” The girl was fangirling so excited, she was one of the new girls who had just started doing her internship in that place. So any such situation was exciting for them, away from the flu and 'boring' things. Sometimes Y/N had to remind them that they were helping people.

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Y/N winced and nodded to Wanda so the girl, named Jules, wouldn't go on with her exciting descriptions of broken bones and blood.

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“Oh, sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N. I have to take her, but nice to meet you!” Jules apologized before leaving, Y/N had her mouth open, completely embarrassed.

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“I'm so sorry about that, Wanda, I don't know where she get that you and I... eh... I... have to go.” Y/N stammered, getting up from her seat. The brunette’s ears were completely red from the blush. Why had that girl thought she was her wife? Surely Wanda would be embarrassed too. Y/N gently squeezed the redhead's shoulder.

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“I understand perfectly, it's your job.” Wanda got up with a cute smile and took the lunch boxes to put them away. “See you at the bar on friday then.”

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“Yeah, sure.” Y/N was about to leave but then she turned around for a few seconds, a little confused and curious. “Wait, that’s my… is that my old jacket?”

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“Y/L/N, let's gooo!” Jules called out of the room.

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Friday had come faster than expected. Wanda was excited, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time before leaving her house. She felt pretty, it felt good. She let her hair down and was wearing jeans and a shirt that made her perfect body look so good. She wanted to look sexy and attractive, rather than that 'soccer mom' look she always had.

The twins were with Vision, he insisted that he could take care of them all week and although Wanda was about to complain, the man spent years without them so she allowed him to keep them all week, only if they call her every day.

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Wanda arrived on time, smiling as she saw Natasha waving at her from one of the back tables. She walked over to her friend, noticing the presence of not only Nat but also Yelena, her girlfriend Kate, and a man she didn't know.

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“Wands, you made it!” Natasha smiled and greeted her friend pointing to the seat next to her. “You look amazing. Oh, by the way, Wanda, this is Bucky, he's my partner and friend.”

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Both greeted each other kindly, although they didn't know each other, Natasha told Bucky a lot about Wanda. They all seemed to be having a good time, chatting about what happened in their lives. Although Yelena was still really upset with Wanda, Y/N told her that things were between them and she shouldn't interfere.

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Although the blonde could notice how Wanda seemed to watch the door every so often, as if she expected someone to come in soon. Shaking her head, Yelena decided to say nothing and drink her beer.

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“Where’s Y/N?” Kate asked frowning, coming back from the bar with many beers for everyone. Natasha took her phone, ready to write to the brunette to ask why the hell she wasn't there when a few steps and a voice caught everyone's attention.

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“I'm here, stop missing me.” Y/N smiled taking a seat next to Kate. “I had an amazing but really complex surgery today that took longer than I expected. I didn't do it, of course, I had to help.”

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The brunette greeted everyone, including Wanda, who seemed to have her soul back when she saw Y/N. Her eyes sparkled at how beautiful she looked. She was wearing that leather jacket but also a T-shirt with some rock band and dark jeans. She looked so…beautiful and sexy. A bit of a rebel, she wasn't going to deny it.

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Despite Wanda's constant crush, they all had a nice chat that lasted for a long time and many beers. They laughed and enjoyed the good music, a kind of mix of the 80's and 90's. Yelena was the one who made them laugh the most, with that thick accent and grumpy tone but that changed instantly when Kate said something to her, becoming a lovesick puppy.

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“Ow, look at the lovebirds! So cuteeee!” Y/N teased.

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“Shut up, you’re just jealous!” Yelena threw a small peanut at her friend.

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“Poor Bucky, he's surrounded by crazy women.” Kate said with a side smile, noticing how the man just shrugged.

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“I am happy if you are happy. I’m your guy.”

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“Steve hasn't answered you yet?” Y/N asked, curious. Out of the corner of her eye she could see how Wanda was looking at her but Y/N just avoided her, somewhat uncomfortable.

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“Can we not talk about it?” Bucky grimaced and took a long sip of his beer. Natasha and Y/N knew perfectly well what was happening but they decided to keep quiet about it and looked for another topic to talk about. The blue-eyed man turned for a moment to look at the bar and seeing a familiar face, he smiled sideways.

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“Dude, Leigh won't stop looking at you.” Bucky teased, getting a little nudge from Natasha.

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“Who’s Leigh?” Wanda frowned, she didn't seem to be the only one who wanted to know, Yelena and Kate also seemed curious.

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“Is that Leigh?” Nat leaned in to see her, trying not to be obvious. “Wow, she looks good today. She did something to her hair? Bangs maybe? Looks good.”

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Y/N just sighed and avoided looking at her, taking the beer Kate gave her. “Yeah.”

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“Hello. Who’s Leigh?” Yelena asked, frowning at her curiously. Wanda was grateful that someone else was interested in it because in addition to curiosity, she felt a huge jab in her stomach. Jealousy. Kate, Yelena and Wanda leaned over to see this 'Leigh'.

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A woman in her thirties, brown hair, somewhat wild bangs in a pony tail. She was wearing a charming and hot black dress revealing part of her cleavage. She talked pleasantly with her Friends in the bar counter.

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“She's hot.” Kate shrugged. “It looks familiar to me, have we seen her before?”

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“Yes, moya lyubov, she is beautiful… I like her dress.” Yelena nodded at her girlfriend.

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Almost as if the woman sensed that she had many eyes on her, Leigh turned to see Y/N and smiled, greeting her with a small nod to which Y/N responded by raising her beer.

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“She's looking at you, dude.” Natasha smiled playfully, turning her gaze back to her beer.

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“Is that your girlfriend, Teddybear?” Yelena smirked, poking the side of Y/N's belly.

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“Of course not!” Y/N exclaimed a bit annoyed.

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“Because neither of them want to.” Bucky clarified, receiving a glare from her friend.

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“Whenever we come over and Leigh is here, Y/N ends up leaving with her.” Natasha added. “It doesn't matter if some other woman hit on Y/N/N, she always ends up with Leigh.”

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“That’s not true.” Y/N growled.

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“Dude, she's hot. Just do it.”

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“She's... good.” The brunette shrugged and decided to drink her beer.

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“If this Leigh likes you so much, why aren't you both are anything yet?” Yelena arched an eyebrow.

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“Because neither of us wants that. We just have sex, and that's all we both want.” Y/N clarified, fed up with that subject. “Let's talk about why Bucky is not capable of having romantic relationships and lives alone with his cat.”

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“Hey!” Bucky frowned.

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“Leave Alpine out of this. She’s a lovely cat.” Natasha supported the man. “The Winter Soldier is not ready to talk about his feelings. So... you do admit that there’s something, a deal between Leigh and you.”

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“Shut up!”

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Wanda listened to the entire conversation in silence, clenching her jaw every time this Leigh was mentioned. Was she pretty? Maybe, she seemed like a nice average woman. Y/N deserved so much more than that. Besides, how dare she look at her in such a lewd way? A promiscuous look that made Wanda disgusted.

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They all moved on to another topic, specifically focusing on Natasha's personal life when Y/N received a notification.

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‘This bar sucks tonight. Do you want to go to my place or yours?’ received from Leigh.

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Y/N smiled slightly and gave a quick –and rather obvious– answer to that question. The brunette apologized to her friends, excusing herself that she had to go to the bathroom. Y/N was thankful that there was no one on it, it took maybe a few minutes but when she went back, she bumped with a woman leaning against the door. Wanda crossed her arms and had a look that could destroy the entire universe.

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“What's going on?” The brunette asked as she washed her hands.

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“Who’s that woman?” Wanda frowned, clearly annoyed.

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“What do you care?”

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“I care, because you're going to sleep with her.”

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“So what?” Y/N shrugged.

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“You can’t.” Wanda exclaimed in surprise at Y/N's response and at her attitude. How could she treat her like that? How could she change so much? Stop being that adorable girl who brought her flowers and tried to win her over and over again. Now it was this woman who completely ignored her.

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“…I can’t?” Y/N let out a wry laugh. “Wanda, I can do whatever the hell I want. You’re no one to tell me what I can or cannot do!”

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“You love me.” Wanda pointed at her. “You know… you feel it, because I can feel it too.”

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Y/N rolled her eyes and was about to leave when Wanda pushed her again, standing in front of her.

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“I can feel how you get when I'm near, even if you want to be tough. To look tough.” She rested her hands on Y/N's chest, bringing her lips closer to each other's. She would have bet Y/N's heart was beating as hard as her own. “Remember when you used to fuck me? So sweet and then so hard. You made love to me in such an adorable and then a really passionate way.”

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“And you loved it.” Y/N dared to answer.

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“So much…”

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“You used to repeat it over and over…remember? My name on your lips.” Y/N whispered against her lips and Wanda finally smiled, as if she had achieved what she wanted so badly. Starting feel her breath hitch and the heat in her body increase. Y/N managed to make her wet with ease. Y/N's hands on her hips drove her against the wall, making Wanda groan, that was such a possessive way.

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Y/N brushed her lips, leaving Wanda completely mesmerized.

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“But you chose your ex-husband, and you threw me away like I'm trash that no longer serves you… I'm not your fucking toy anymore.” Y/N finally said against her lips before walking away from her, winning that situation and playing Wanda's own game. “I'm sick of your damn games, Maximoff. I don't want to be with you. Just get the idea of that.”

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Y/N left the bathroom leaving Wanda completely shocked and somewhat agitated. Her legs were still trembling because of desire. But in addition to the desire, she was now filled with the overwhelming need to cry. The anguish began to drown her deeply, the earth seemed to take her and devour her little by little and she wished her with all her heart for that to happen.

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The sokovian swallowed hard but couldn't help letting out a small sob, walking quickly to wash her face. She wanted to hide, wanted to scream and wanted to turn back time to fix all the mistakes she made. But Wanda knew that everything had to be paid for, and she was doing it because she was a coward.

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Y/N went back to her friends just to get her phone. She noticed that Yelena, Kate and Bucky were playing Pool and only Natasha was in their seats.

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“Okay, I have to go…” The brunette didn't say much, just leaving a few dollars to cover the beers.

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“Where are you going?” Natasha frowned at her, curious. She noticed that Y/N wasn't there and neither was Wanda. Although the relationship between the two was something Natasha had known for years, she now understood things better. Listening to Y/N but also Wanda now and not just one of them was good. The 'widow' wasn't going to deny that if she had known about this when it started, it would have been a bit weird but she would always wanted her friends to be happy. Now that they were two grown women... she just wanted them both to be okay.

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“I'm tired, I want to rest.” Y/N shrugged.

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Natasha just nodded but then watched as Leigh walked towards the door, leaving the bar. “You bitch! You're going to sleep with her!”

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“I didn't say that.” Y/N said as she walked away. “I'll see you later!”

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“WE KNEW IT!” Natasha said out loud, but Y/N only showed her middle finger before leaving the bar with Leigh, without realizing that among the people, a green-eyed redhead was watching her with absolute sadness.

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Y/N's lips drowned out the moans of pleasure from that gorgeous woman, who had just reached orgasm in the most pleasant way she had ever felt. When she opened her eyes again, Leigh's eyes met hers but far from making the moment tense or romantic, they both just smiled and made themselves comfortable on the bed. One next to the other to be able to rest after that long night. Every time they had sex it was the same: they had really good sex, they rested abit, talked about stuff, sometimes drank coffee and then had sex again. Y/N left although when it was too late Leigh allowed her to stay and leave in the morning. Without any kind of commitment, always.

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Y/N reached for her phone while Leigh lit a cigarette, sitting up against the edge of the bed. The doctor just sighed as she read her new messages, some little teasings from her friends in the groupchat saying ‘leaving us but we support you’ and stuff like that. Another from the Hospital group but the last two were the ones that made her wince.

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‘Did you really sleep with her?’

from Wanda. Received three hours ago.

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‘You slept with her. You fucked her! I can’t believe it.’

from Wanda. Received an hour ago.

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Completely stunned by everything that had happened, Y/N brought her hands up to her face to caress it slowly, trying to clear her mind of it again. She came with Leigh to forget everything about Wanda but after sex, the problems came again. Haunting her.

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“Are you okay?” Leigh asked curiously and somewhat worried.

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“Yeah. Just…” Y/N sighed and she lay down so she could see the ceiling. The only one she could talk to about such things sometimes was Leigh, and even though they usually had casual sex, they sometimes listened to each other. “Things with Wanda are getting complicated. I thought maybe we could have a tiny friendship, but... she keeps showing up. And I don’t know what to do. Today she was in the bar and she came to the bathroom and tried to kiss me and demand why I was sleeping with another woman...”

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“No way.” She opened her eyes big in surprise. “The hot redhead was Wanda? THE ‘Wanda’?” Leigh noticed how Y/N nod slowly and smiled. “Wow. I didn't know! She's hot tho. It must be so complex for you, having to face that now.”

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The brunette just shrugged. “Kinda…”

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“I understand you. I haven't faced Aiden yet.” Leigh inhaled the cigarette smoke and slowly released it, in a very sexy way. “She wants to be with me but I don't know… I don't know how. My ex-husband left me so… terrified. I don't know how I can go on without having the image of him haunting me. My husband, who had depression and left me being a gloomy widow, tried to cheat on me before he died… And then I meet someone who’s worth it and I make her suffer, but I love her… but I don't know how to be with her without destroying her. And I don't know how to live without her now that she's back. I'm telling you because... maybe I understand both of you, a little. You... and Wanda.”

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“I know... I'm sorry about that. Everything is so confusing.” Y/N sighed and looked down at her. “You should try… give her a chance. She looks like a nice girl and she loves you, Leigh.”

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“I know, I love her too, but I don't know how to do it without fearing getting hurt again…” Leigh watched the brunette for a moment and then turned her gaze to the front, covering her naked body. “And I think it's the same thing that happens to you. I would like to tell you to give Wanda a chance, but it would be very hypocrite of me. I don't think we're ready to face our people right now, Y/N.”

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The brown-eyed girl lowered her gaze and remained thoughtful, enjoying the silence of that room.

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A week passed since Wanda and Y/N argued and ended that "relationship" between the two. Yelena was the only one who knew the whole truth, but Y/N made her promise not to say anything and although it was difficult for her not to want to kill Wanda, the blonde accepted. The worst part was that Natasha invited everyone to dinner at her home that Saturday night. Apparently the 'Widow' was happy and she wanted to celebrate with her friends that she had been promoted to Detective. Soon they would assign her a partner.

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Y/N spent the entire afternoon with Yelena and Natasha cleaning the house. ㅤㅤㅤ “What time will Kate arrive?” Y/N asked as she sighed, flopping down on the couch a little tired.

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“After she got off work, it seemed her mom wanted to tell her something. I don’t know what.” Yelena shrugged, sitting on the single sofa. She noticed how Y/N moved her foot, a bit anxious and she knew what it was, so she went for a beer and gave it to her friend. “How do you feel?”

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“Like it was the best day of my life.” Y/N winced. She opened the beer and took a sip.

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The doorbell rang and Y/N closed her eyes, knowing it was her and it was time to face her. Natasha went down the stairs and walked towards the door, finally opening it letting Wanda and the twins in. Two adorable twins who were smiling broadly, happy to see her aunt.

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“Auntie Nat!” They both exclaimed as always. The redhead hugged her nephews and then her best friend, explaining that dinner was in the oven and that if they wanted, they could stay with her in the kitchen so they could chat about some stuff. Wanda greeted Yelena and Y/N with a little hello, avoiding seeing them too much, she headed straight to the kitchen.

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Y/N sighed and watched as Yelena asked the boys if they wanted to watch TV or play a video game while she went to get them something to drink and a snack. Yelena had always had a soft spot for kids. When the three of them were left alone, Y/N noticed how the boys seemed a little shy so she smiled at them.

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“Hey guys. How are you?”

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“Good!” They answered at the same time, smiling, making Y/N laugh. The brunette put her phone aside without realizing that she started a battle in it, making the typical sounds of that video game.

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“Are you playing video games?” Billy came over first, sitting down next to her. Y/N moved to make room for him and watched Billy with some tenderness. He seemed to be the most shy and lovable little boy while Tommy seemed like a lovable rascal.

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“Yeah, do you know this one?” Y/N asked them, noticing how Tommy was now sitting on the left side next to her.

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“Clash Royale...” Tommy read, somewhat curious. They both shook their heads. “What you have to do?”

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“Well...” The brunette began to explain and noticed that both twins seemed much more comfortable with her now. “You have these characters, and you choose eight of them, they are like cards that you choose and the character goes into battle. See? It’s like its your little band of heroes…”

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“Like the Avengers?” Billy asked curiously and Y/N giggled.

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“Yeah, something like that but medieval. Medieval Avengers, but you don't fight enemies. It's just other people protecting their towers.” Y/N smiled tenderly and gently boop the boy's nose, making him smile. “So you choose your eight and form this group, I have mine here. Look… we are going into a battle and now we must take down that tower, or all three.”

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“I like that one!” Tommy said pointing to one called ‘Bandit', she was super fast and had silver hair like his uncle Pietro, while Billy had chosen the 'Valkyrie' saying that she was red-haired and strong like his mom.

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The three of them played some battles, laughing, cheering when one of them won.

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“You're so cool, Y/N!” Billy smiled as he watched Yelena brought out some snacks. "Auntie Yelena!"

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“What are you rascals doing?” The blonde leaned over to see what they were playing. “Oh, that damn game. Y/N got me addicted and I almost failed a final test because of it.”

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“It was your fault, not mine. This game is to clear your head, not to laze around… ” The brunette grabbed one of the cushions and threw it at her friend who dodged it. The children laughed as they watched Yelena go back to the kitchen to bring grapefruit juice for the children. The three of them played that game until Wanda came out of the kitchen, watching the situation for a moment.

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An enormous fear caused a shiver in the back of the redhead, that image was too much for her.

For a second, she felt her heart completely melt at the sight of her children laughing and cheering alongside Y/N, they seemed to adore her when they barely knew her, and the brunette seemed to have no bad time at all. Y/N looked at them tenderly and made them laugh.

And that was terrifying for Wanda. Her children having a good time and making a bond with the person she didn't want to have near, who she had been sleeping for months and rejected a week ago. That woman, for whom Wanda began to have feelings but had to bury.

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“Boys, what are you doing?” Wanda frowned at them, approaching to see what was happening. The trio looked at Wanda, as if they were three adorable happy puppies.

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“We are with Y/N, mom. She’s sooo cool!” Billy's eyes sparkled.

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“We’re playing ‘Clash Royale’ and we beat three people in the world three times!” Tommy cheered, getting up on the sofa to celebrate with his brother but soon Wanda scolded him, telling him to sit down.

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Y/N didn't say anything, she felt like a scolded puppy keeping quiet because she could feel Wanda's eyes on her. She broke a deal, crossed a line. Wanda told her since they met that there would be no contact with her children, so that wouldn't hurt them. But this time it wasn't her fault. She just was at her best friend's house.

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“Can I speak with you?” asked Wanda nodding head to one of the rooms in the house where they could talk quietly.

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“Yeah, sure.” Y/N sighed and apologized to the boys, allowing them to continue playing the game.

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The brunette climbed the stairs in silence, following Wanda until they reached one of the rooms. Natasha's room. Wanda closed the door and turned on her heels, she didn't need to say much, the green eyes said it all.

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“Wanda…”

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“Listen to me a damn minute, Y/N.” The redhead started but was stopped by the woman.

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“I didn’t seek to speak with them, I swear to you. They just came up to me.” Y/N stepped forward, knowing the redhead would have reason to scold her.

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Wanda shook her head and exhaled. Maybe she was exaggerating, they were at a dinner for a mutual friend. Nothing else.

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“Actually I wanted to talk to you too.” The brunette licked her lips and sought courage in her entire body to be able to do what she wanted. She swallowed hard and searched for the object in the pockets of the jacket. Y/N found a small scarlet box with a bow. “I know that things between us ended badly, but I don't want them to end in such a hostile way.”

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Wanda didn't say anything, just looked away and crossed her arms. She would have to reject Y/N again and it was getting harder and harder, especially when Y/N was looking at her like that. Her legs shaking, everything in her world was trembling. Wanda's big eyes widened even more when she saw that box.

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“What? OH! No, it's not a… it's not a proposal! God, no. I just… I made this for you.” The brunette noticed how Wanda didn't take the box so she decided to open it herself, taking out a small object from it. It was a white and red cassette, with a sticker that said ‘B-SIDES for you'. “Well, it's not a big deal, but it's… You see… I love eighties and nineties music, and I always believed that cassettes have so much history, it has that thing that is so important to me, you know? I mean… you have an A-side and a B-side, and…”

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Y/N swallowed hard again, explaining as she handed the box to Wanda who, this time, took the cassette in her hands. The redhead watched that object completely surprised, somewhat moved.

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“I think the best songs come on the B-side, because everyone expects the A-side. You know, the best-known ones.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “But… here are the songs they are on B-side, and some of them that just make me think of you. The most beautiful songs I have ever heard and… they are for you. Because they're as special as you are, and I think… No, I believe that although everyone is looking for a unique song on Side-A like you… I found you, on Side-B. Where I least expected, where I least looked, I found you. And I fell in love with you in the way I least expected. I’m not an A-side song like you… but I’m a good B-side song. Which can make you happy. ”

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Wanda was quiet, noticing that the cassette had a sticker attached to it. A kind of code for an app.

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“Yeah, that... if you don't want to listen to it the old-fashioned way, here's the playlist code. I made it in this app called Spotify, where you can listen to music and well… with this code?” Y/N looked for her phone but she forgot that she left it with the kids so she just sighed. Wanda's gaze stayed on the brunette, who seemed to be babbling in the most adorable way possible. “You see, you should take your phone and scan it and...”

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“This is childish.” Wanda finally interrupted her, taking up enough courage to stop her. Lying. “I don't need such a childish love.”

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That had been as painful for her as it had been for Y/N, but it was for the best. Wanda told herself and convinced herself that it was the best way to stop everything. Breaking that girl's heart so that she wouldn't have any illusions with her again. She couldn't expect Y/N to leave her life to raise two children by her side, she couldn't expect her children to get used to a new life with her mother and her 'younger girlfriend'.

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Perhaps the best thing for them was to be with their parents together, to grow up having their family together. That was what her parents taught her. Wanda told herself that it was the best for them. Even if she broke the heart of that lovely girl she was beginning to fall in love.

That terrified her. She was beginning to love her and tried to lie to herself by saying that she still loved Vision.

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“I love Vision.”

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“Wanda…” Y/N knew Wanda was just lying to her, so she just shook her head and took the Sokovian's hands to intertwine their fingers together. “I know I'm not him, but he doesn't deserve you. And I will do anything to deserve you, to make you happy. I know I'm just finishing college and I'm not what you expect right now, but I swear I love you and I want to give you everything you deserve in this world. To you and -if you let me be with you- I will be the best image that your kids can see. We can just be friends to them, until they understand, I don't want to ruin your life. I want to give you the world and more if you let me.”

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Wanda's eyes filled with tears but she avoided showing it. That was the most beautiful and sincere thing she ever heard.

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“But I really love you, Wands. My love, I really want you.” Y/N finished.

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But Wanda's silence was beginning to terrify her, because for a moment, a small moment, she felt some hope.

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“That kind of love, the kind that you think is from fairy tales and songs… Y/N, that's childish. Living in that eternal honeymoon and cheesy stuff, and songs, and- and sitcoms is not okay. It doesn’t exist.” The sokovian shook her head.

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"No, that's love." The brunette said completely sure of her words. She knew it, she was sure because she felt that way for Wanda. “It exists, that love where every day someone shows you how much they love you exists, Wanda.”

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“I don't think you understand.” The woman let out an ironic giggle. Wanda no longer knew how to get rid of that girl full of hope and love. “I don't want to have anything with you...”

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The redhead threw the box aside without caring, that cassette ended up flying to the side of the room.

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“I want you to leave my children alone, they... they need their father, not a girl who’s fifteen damn years older than them.” Wanda hissed, trying to sound as cruel as she could.

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“I was just showing them a game…” Y/N whispered.

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“You were a mistake, Y/N. A big mistake. I want the best for my children, myself and my family. And you have no place there, Y/N. You will never have a place, stop creating false hopes with me because we will never be together. You want to insert yourself in my life so bad and you have no space. My children need their father. You're not enough.” She lied for the last time.

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Almost as if she could feel her heart crash to the ground, Y/N realized that this time it was the end of that road. But Y/N didn't say anything, she just kept quiet and watched Wanda walk out of the room as if she didn't even care about breaking her like that.

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Of course Y/N didn't see how the redhead burst into tears as she walked to the nearest bathroom really knowing what she lost. Of course, Y/N was silent throughout the dinner, with her gaze lost in any object on the table and she barely tasted a bite.

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What the brunette never expected was to see how her best friend slowly disappeared in front of her eyes. Getting up from the table and trying to leave with some silly excuse, Y/N watched as Yelena said she wasn't feeling well and turned into ashes seconds after that.

Terrified, Y/N looked at Natasha who didn't understand either. Kate called out Yelena's name but little by little, she was disappearing too. Finally, they watched as Wanda and the twins vanished, leaving them alone in a world devastated by tragedy.

Just the two of them, crying and screaming.

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ㅤㅤ2024

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After so many years, Wanda was sitting on the edge of her bed completely desolate. That bed where she made love so many times with Y/N and now seemed so big and cold. Wanda shook her head, remembering the last few messages she sent to Y/N asking if she had slept with that woman. And what the hell did she care if Y/N did it? Y/N had every right to move forward and leave her behind, she must already done it a long time ago, why couldn't she?

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Suddenly, a memory of that night came to the redhead mind. She got up from that bed and went to the drawers, finding that object that made her relive so many memories.

With a wistful smile, Wanda went up to the basement to look for one of the vintage tape recorder in one of the dusty boxes. The redhead took the player and left it on the bedside table in her room, after cleaning all the dust from it. With her cassette in her hands, she hesitated for a moment whether to do it but she ended up pressing ‘PLAY’.

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‘Graceless lady, you know who I am. You know I can't let you slide through my hands. I watched you suffer a dull aching pain. Now you've decided to show me the same. No sweeping exit or offstage lines could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind. Wild Horses, couldn't drag me away.’

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Wanda recognized the first song, it was a beautiful version of 'Wild Horses' by the Sundays. Y/N once told her that it was one of the most beautiful versions, perfect for dancing with the person you loved. Something very cheesy but now made Wanda's heart shrink.

The second one was a little cheesier and made Wanda to let out a tearful giggle, listening to the beginning of the song. ‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’ by Savage Garden.

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‘I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need. I love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply do. I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on a new beginning. A reason for living. A deeper meaning.’

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Wanda whispered the lyrics to that song as tears streamed down her face. She smiled tenderly and at the same time with enormous anguish thinking about the way Y/N recorded those songs one after another just for her. And not just that, but also made a playlist with each one of them in a music app in case she 'thought it was very silly'. That kind of love existed, that kind of devotion existed, and she rejected it because of fear, choosing comfort.

The third song was the one that ended up breaking her heart and hating herself even more.

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“This is me praying that this was the very first page. Not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon… I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

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Tears streamed down her cheeks, but Wanda didn't wipe them away. She just allowed herself to cry while the song was playing. That song was new unlike the others, it was Enchanted by Taylor Swift. One of the most painful and most beautiful songs she ever heard and she could never tell her.

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When the player stopped, the cassette reached its end, Wanda allowed herself to curl up on the bed and let go all the pain she felt. She allowed herself to cry for a while, allowed herself to put the pain behind. But when those green eyes and her body told her it was enough , Wanda got up from bed and left her room so fast. Ready to face the world. She drove her scarlet Buick Verano for about twenty minutes until she arrived at the address. Not without first going to one of her favorite flower shops in New York.

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Wanda got out of her car so fast that she didn't even notice the storm that was about to hit soon. Knocked on the door quickly, so desperate.

Nobody answered.

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“Come on.” The sokovian whispered before knocking again and again. She waited a few seconds until her eyes widened excitedly, she heard footsteps. Especially when the door opened, revealing an excited Wanda and a very confused Y/N.

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“Wanda, what are you doing here? Haven't you seen TV? There will be a huge storm, go home!” The brunette asked frowning at her. She was wearing a huge black Boston Celtics shirt and boxers. She was clearly just enjoying her lazy day.

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“Was she good? Made you feel good?” Was the first thing that came out of the redhead's lips, regretting it instantly.

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Y/N snorted, so annoyed. “Look, if you come to complain to me because of Leigh, I must tell you that…”

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“Please, don’t be in love with someone else.” Wanda quickly interrupted her, saying those words, exactly the same as in that song. “Please, don’t have someone waiting on you.”

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Y/N frowned without understanding what the hell she meant until she saw that cassette in Wanda's hands. The redhead gave her a small bouquet of flowers, which Y/N took in her hands, so confused.

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“They're lilies, umh, the girl at the flower shop said what they mean…”

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“Trust.” The brunette muttered.

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“Exactly! There’s also white chrysanthemum which means 'Loyalty' and Lis- L... Lisianthus? Which means 'gratitude' And this red means...” Wanda swallowed, remembering the girl's words exactly. “It's a Carnation, it means sincere love.”

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Y/N's lips opened in surprise, she barely remembered recording those songs in a desperate attempt to conquer Wanda one last time. That horrible night.

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“It’s too late.” The brunette swallowed hard, not even believing her own words but enough to make Wanda believe them. To make Wanda understand that there was no future between them, to give up once and for all.

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“Then I'm going to make it worthwhile, that love is worthwhile.” The redhead said, determined not to give up. If Y/N was brave enough to try again and again, she could do it too.

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Wanda might find a way to win her over, one way or another. She wasn't going to give up. She wasn't going to be a quitting coward, not this time.

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“You don't have to forgive me now.” Wanda licked her lips, she played with the rings on her fingers.

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“I will do anything to deserve you, to make you happy. I know that now is not the time, I know that it’s not fair for you that I choose you now just because I can see you again. It's not because it's convenient for me… that's why I'm going to prove it to you.” Wanda remembered something and reached into her pocket to find her phone, she looked for Y/N in her messages and sent a link, a small code that Y/N knew how to recognize.

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Afterglow – Taylor Swift.

Received from Wanda. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Listen to that song, it's for you.” Wanda smiled slightly. “And I will earn it, little by little. I will earn your trust again, Y/N.”

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The brunette just sighed for a moment, completely shocked by the words of the woman in front of her. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to feel. Part of her wanted to hug and kiss Wanda’s lips again, say ‘yes’ to her. Say that she loved her, that now they could be together now.

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Part of her knew that she should run away from her, her damaged heart screaming that Wanda would hurt them again. That she was only using Y/N because it was convenient, that after all this time she just wanted to find something stable and Y/N was it.

So many thoughts, mixed feelings. Y/N decided to close the door, leaving Wanda on the other side. If she wanted to do things right, she was going to have a long way to go on that redemption path.

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“I'll earn it.” Wanda repeated to herself, resting her forehead against the door, closing her eyes. And even though Y/N's answer wasn't the positive answer she expected, Wanda smiled slightly knowing that she hadn't received a 'no' either and that Y/N took the flowers and that, that was good.

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here goes some amazing people tags: @marvell-love

What's your favorite B-Side song?

Hope you enjoyed this one. If you read ‘Everything will be okay’, yes, there's a little nod to it. Thank you for reading me, if you want to be tagged or you have requests just ask! I’ll do it after I finish the second part of ‘Everything will be okay’.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen imagine #mcu imagine #angst #natasha romanoff will be happy here #fanfiction #reader #leigh shaw

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hazard-and-friends · 7 months

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NW2 Breakdown

Debrief folder here

NW2 is harder than NW1 in two main ways: First, searches can involve more than one hide. Second, there's 5 searches instead of 4: You now repeat one element.

Cool! Logistically this one was easier because it was 45-60 minutes drive from home, so we just slept at home, arranged watchers for the infant, and left an hour before check-in.

containers: 16 boxes in a U shape, 3 distractions (2 food and a tennis ball), 2 hides. this is where he gave me a heart attack. he literally walked the whole area twice before deciding to indicate on the first hide, and then we had to do another loop and pass the 30 second warning before he settled on the second hide. I was 100% sure he false alerted on one of the distractors and moved him away, but looking at the debrief that was NOT a distractor so idk what he was doing. at one point he laid down, which is usually him asking for help and NOT an alert behavior; I got him up and pointed him back to work. the judges & volunteers, ADORABLY, all gave MASSIVE SIGHS OF RELIEF when I called alert on the second hide. he'd worked so hard and was so unsure towards the end there it was very nice to see him work it out.

short break here, he did good. we were parked right next to the waiting area so lots of activity, he learned to be ok with people/dogs walking by the car whether he was crated, loose in the car, or crated with the trunk open. nice boy.

interior 1: nailed it. came in, walked along the OTHER side of the room, thought about the freezer, then looped the room and alerted quickly on the desk.

interior 2: nailed it again. came straight in the room and beelined to the hide in the chalkboard. came off it, checked out the cabinets she identifies as Probably Having Rodents, then took a LONG time (subjectively) to consider the room divider before finally locating #2 on the chair beside it. tried to continue looking in that half of the room but he hadn't picked up on anything else there, so I moved him back into the first half and he very quickly dialed in on the one on the blue chair.

then we had a Massive Break which he coped with moderately well.

he tried really hard to search building exteriors on our walk to vehicles, because he's a nice boy like that.

vehicles: 3 cars, wind blowing away from us down the line of cars. he BLEW past the first car, picked up the odor midway down the second, u-turned, pondered the wheel well, and alerted. we got a note here about pawing--yeah. it's not quite at fault level but it's definitely something I want to mess with.

exterior: he gave the judge anxiety here because everyone knew we just had to find these 2 hides and then we'd Q, but I was very happy with his performance thus far and if he'd blown the last hide, so be it. he was at this point definitely fatiguing. came in, ambled around, found the one under the porch fairly quickly. called that. THEN he took forever, checking out everything else, briefly crittering in the back corner, pondering peeing on a plant (but didn't!!!). picked up while we were in the back corner that there was something on the other porch. he couldn't decide if it was up or under the porch, when they called 30 seconds I moved him up the ramp and he alerted promptly on the bucket.

in the car was lovely, no new updates from the NW1.

this was definitely right at his limit though--he was absolutely exhausted, did not want to search any further, barely wanted to MOVE, and if we'd had a sixth search (as in NW3) I'm sure he would've started refusing. I'm so proud that he gutted out that second exterior hide, and we are definitely taking a big break to prep for NW3.

#nosework #training log #hazard to society

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theretirementstory · 6 months

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Remember, remember the 5th of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot.

Yes tonight is “Bonfire Night” in the UK, where an effigy of poor old Guy Fawkes (a Yorkshire lad) is remembered as he sits atop the burning fire. The bonfire is normally accompanied by a firework display.

We said goodbye to October this week and November arrived and with it more wet and windy weather.

I went to the hospital for a consultation and the haematologist was very pleased with my health. I only need a blood test once a month now reduced from once a week. I am still waiting for my appointments for the radiotherapy but I was told I would receive a phone call so I just have to wait. The appointment was very quick this time (which was good) I got home just as the daylight was going.

I was busy sorting lots of “stuff” for the charity shop and I was being rather ruthless. I drove into deepest darkest Haute Marne to my friends house then she drove me to the Emmaus charity shop. Wow, I was blown away, there were young men waiting with a “supermarket” trolley to collect the items from your car, they asked what was inside the boxes/bags so that they could put them into an appropriate “chest”. The car was quickly emptied and although we didn’t go into the shop it was a lovely ride out. I had a coffee and a chat with Sarah and Jonathan then left their home while we still had daylight. It was a lovely afternoon and we are going to do something another day soon.

My cleaner had been at my home twice this week. I managed to deal with the paperwork for her wages and I was very pleased with myself. She rang me on Friday to say that she had tested positive for Covid! Oh my goodness, me with the low immune system, let’s hope I am ok.

A note appeared in my letterbox saying I had a letter to be signed for. I collected it from the post office and it was a recall notice for my car. I went to the local garage and am booked in to get the car checked, it’s not until December but hopefully everything is fine with the car.

A couple of disappointments this week, firstly I needed one more ball of wool to finish the baby blanket. Drove up to the shop and, you guessed it, not one ball left! I did manage to pick up one ball of the blue colour (only 3 of those left) and I am now “knitting Nora” trying to knit this new blanket and have it finished before 24 November 😳. The second disappointment was the clothes I ordered on-line. The parcel arrived and I tried on said items only to find that they were too big 😩. I packed them up and posted them back and have placed an order for a smaller size 🤞that they fit much better.

“The Daddy” was doing his second job, volunteer photographer for Scarborough Athletic FC, on Saturday. It was a first round FA Cup match and to be honest I think all the family were following the score. Scarborough held the lead from the 27th minute. 3 minutes of added time was given at 90 minutes and at 90 + 2 minutes the opposition scored 😭. It’s a replay on 14 November.

“The Trainee Solicitor” has been looking at ways to reduce his outgoings. He has changed his home insurer and is looking at other ways to cut costs. It’s easy to be “led” when you are first buying a house and I am pleased that as things are due for renewal he is checking out similar options.

“The Ex-Graduate” has had a very busy week, working 45 hours this week. It was busier than usual due to the fact that it was school “half term” holidays, add to that the wet weather and everyone wanting to be inside! That’s a recipe for busy, busy, busy!

Right let’s have a look at this weeks songs. The first is from 1996 😳 it is Un-Break My Heart by Toni Braxton. Lots of reasons for liking this song, great singer, great guitar just lovely to listen to.

Talking of great guitar, here is another example. Parisienne Walkways by Gary Moore feat. Phil Lynott. This dates back to 1978, yes it does, I had to go into the singles box to check my copy of the record!

I haven’t had any visitors this week but have had messages from Maud, Monique, Denise a friend from the old knitting group and Claudine a friend from the new knitting group. Apparently, the new lady to the group has been hospitalised with viral meningitis!

I have been busy looking for a birthday present for a friend in the south of France. I think I have managed to find something and have also a thought for another year.

My week seems to have involved not much “out and about” more clicking of needles, but that is how it goes sometimes.

My neighbour, up the street, has been putting up a six foot high wire fence around first his back garden and now his front garden. I don’t understand, it makes it look like a fortress and even more puzzling is the fact that he doesn’t own his home he just rents it! I had the shrubs removed from my front garden to open up my space and this man seems to want to “shut himself off”. Each to their own I suppose.

Quite a few people have had fences put up around their back gardens this year but I really would hate my shrubs to be removed where would the birds go? I love to see them swooping around the garden.

Well it’s time to go, I can hear the needles calling me 😂.

Bon dimanche.

#barsuraube #trees #nature #photography #70’s music #90’s music #knitting #autumn #bonfire night #fireworks #emmaus #hautemarne #scarboroughafc

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 26

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2841

Warnings: Mention of death, angst

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Wherever You Will Go As Long As You Love Me

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23 Chp 24 Chp 25 Chp 26

Rooster

He'd only been in the bathroom for a few minutes, carefully removing his service uniform and switching into sweats, a tee, and his ever-present Hawaiian shirt. He never would've guessed that in the short span of time he'd separated himself from Juliette, she would discover the piece of her he'd never let go of.

Rooster exited the bathroom, his Navy blues draped neatly over his arm, when he saw Juliette on the floor, leaning against his bed and staring at an all too familiar locket. He felt the color drain out of his face. He'd planned on telling her, on giving it to her when the moment was right, but that notion flew out the window faster than Mach 10 at the sight before him.

Abort! Abort! Abort! Rooster's head yelled at him to turn around and return to his bathroom like he hadn't seen anything, had forgotten something, but he'd already been standing there too long for him not to have recognized what she held.

Hesitantly, Rooster approached Juliette, setting his uniform on the bed and sinking to the ground beside her. He tried to think of what to say, where to begin on why he still had this sentimental necklace of hers, but any and all words caught in his throat. It was one thing for her to know he still loved her after all this time, but for Juliette to find the necklace in his possession, the one that had been there since day one of their relationship, was another. It signified both the beginning and the end of their love, a love that had never died, only been buried.

Rooster watched her slowly slip her nail between the edges of the locket and flick it open. The two pictures inside, a little worn from age but clearly visible, still remained. Her thumb trailed over the photo of her dad and Maverick, then over the one of her and Bradley, before she clicked it shut and turned it over. Juliette stared at the engraving on the back for what felt like an hour before finally looking up at him, perplexity clear on her face. "You still have this?"

He dropped his gaze from hers, keeping his eyes trained on the locket. "Yeah. I planned on giving it to you yesterday, but everything happened, and I figured I'd wait for a different time."

"Why do you still have it, though? It's been almost ten years."

"I didn't know I had it for about three of those."

Juliette tilted her head. "I sent it a week after you left. How could you not have known?"

"Just because you sent it doesn't mean I opened it," Rooster said, continuing to keep his eyes anywhere but on her. "When I got the box of my belongings, I was still pretty upset over what happened between us, and I couldn't bring myself to open it before my deployment, so I didn't. When I came back, I don't know... I still didn't want to open it. I didn't want to open the box that contained a part of my life I'd thrown away over the one and only nasty argument we ever had."

"And the next two years it stayed closed?"

"Same reason. It only got opened when an ex-girlfriend found it stashed away in my closet while we were doing some spring cleaning. Needless to say, she wasn't too happy I'd held onto it for so long, nor did she like seeing the necklace and got mad at me for never getting her something so sentimental. We didn't last long after that." Rooster reached over and stroked Lightning on the head, who had come to lay beside him. The dog provided a welcome distraction from the mortification the aviator felt trying to explain what he was. "I wanted to send it back to you, but I figured you wouldn't want anything to do with me or it since you'd sent it back along with every other gift I'd given you and the pictures of us. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it either. To be honest, I couldn't bring myself to get rid of any of it. It's all in storage. You know I have trouble letting go of things, the good and the bad. And you... you were the best."

God, Bradley just needed her to stop staring at him, to have the weight of her gaze lifted off him because the guilt burdening him at the moment was bad enough. Naturally, Juliette didn't. She'd never been one to back down when she had questions, and right now, she probably had a million of them.

"You told me you weren't coming back," she pointed out, causing the heart-wrenching memory to resurface in Bradley's mind. He vividly remembered sending that text to her with shaking hands. He hadn't meant it, but his rage had gotten the better of him, along with his fear. "But yet, you've made it clear that you wanted to, that you thought about it. You've held onto this-" Juliette held up the locket- "onto us, all this time. You're not telling me something, Bradley. I know you're not. What held you back? It wasn't your hurt ego and pride."

"I got scared," he confessed, finally forcing himself to lock eyes with her. "About a week before our fight, an acquaintance of mine died in a training accident. His plane had a mechanical malfunction, and he went down. I didn't see it, but I saw his wife after she'd been told the news and the look on her face... I can't describe the despair. I never told you about that death because I knew you were upset about me leaving, as much as you supported me being in the Navy. I didn't want to add to your worry, so I kept quiet about it. Fast-forward to after our fight, when I calmed down, all I could see was the look on your face when I left, and it killed me because it was so dangerously close to what that wife wore, and that was just because of me walking out. If I died while being with you... the idea of putting you through that made me panic. I'd rather you hate me than ever put you through that kind of misery. I realize now that wasn't my call to make. You wouldn't have stayed with me if you didn't want to deal with that possibility, but seeing that woman after her husband died and seeing what my dad's death did to Mom, I just... I panicked, Jules."

"Did you really think I could ever hate you?" Juliette inquired softly.

"After what happened? Yeah. And then you showed at my Top Gun graduation, and I could barely tear my eyes from you, but you... you wouldn't even look at me."

Juliette shook her head. "It's not because I hated you. It's because I felt guilty. I still blamed myself for what happened between us, and I knew you could've had that Top Gun trophy a lot sooner had Maverick and I not held you back."

"You didn't hold me back, Jules, and I am so sorry for ever making you think that you did," Rooster said, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. "I'm sorry for leaving you and for staying away, and I'm sorry for making you feel the way I did all this time. God knows I loved you back then and that I still love you."

"Rooster-"

"The locket is yours to keep if you want it. It will always be yours and no one else's. If you don't want it, you can get rid of it. Or I can if you don't want the trouble."

"Bradley-"

"If you don't want me to stay the night after all this, I get it," he continued, standing up to place some distance between himself and Juliette before she most likely broke what was left of his heart. Why would she want the necklace? Why would she still love him in the way he wanted her to? Sure, they'd fallen into their old habits of confiding in each other, of supporting one another when things got tough, of showing those little acts of genuine affection, and yes, they'd kissed more than once and shared flirty remarks, but who was to say Juliette wanted a relationship after the way he ended things with her last time? Just because she still loved him didn't mean she wanted to be with him again. "I can reach out to Maverick, have him give you a ride home."

Juliette stood up. "Bradley, would you please-"

A knock on his door interrupted both of them. He swiftly moved to open it, anything to have a change in conversation, willing to talk to anyone, even Hangman. Still, thankfully, it wasn't his rival at the door but Phoenix and Bob.

"Hey," Phoenix said, leaning against the doorframe. "The others and I are watching a movie in the break room. Thought you'd like to join."

Bradley's brain short-circuited for an answer. Part of him wanted to say he couldn't because he was driving Juliette home, but would she even still want him to after their conversation? Would she want to be around him at all?

"Hey, Juliette," Phoenix said, her gaze shifting to behind Rooster. "I know you're probably exhausted from today, but you're welcome to join too."

"I'm surprised you two aren't exhausted as well," Jules replied, coming to stand beside Bradley. He glanced down at her, attempting to act as naturally as he could to avoid Phoenix and Bob figuring out the two of them had been having an awkward conversation. "I meant to ask you earlier, and I'm so sorry for just now asking this, but are you two doing okay? No injuries from yesterday?"

"Yeah, we're fine. And don't apologize for not asking," Phoenix assured, smiling appreciatively. "You've had a hell of a past twenty-four hours."

"Are y'all coming?" Hangman shouted from down the hallway.

Phoenix rolled her eyes. "Hold your horses, Bagman! We'll be there in a sec!" She turned to Jules and Rooster. "You two joining?"

"I'll, uh, I'll leave that up to Juliette," Bradley said, rubbing the back of his neck while glancing down at his ex. He wanted to give her an escape if she wanted one.

Jules smiled up at him, resting her hand on his bicep. "Yeah, we'll join. Just give us a few minutes, would you?"

"Cool. We'll see you there." Phoenix and Bob departed, and Rooster shut the door, trying to ignore the electric surges traveling up and down his arm from Juliette's touch. God, he wished they could've left with his friends so he wouldn't have to hear the inevitable denial of his wishes, even if he did deserve them.

"If you want to change out of your clothes," Rooster began, slipping out of her grasp and hoping the sudden change of topic would make her ignore what they'd previously been discussing, "I can go find some spares for you, or you can wear some of my clothes. They might be a little big on you, but-"

"Bradley, stop. I know what you're doing," Juliette interrupted, closing the distance he'd placed between them. "Don't deflect."

"I'm not- I don't-" Rooster ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. "Today was about your dad, and you should be grieving him, not dealing with my bullshit."

"Yeah, well, it's not just your bullshit. It's mine, too, because we both had a part in our falling out. I'd rather figure us out than have to think about earlier because I have all the time in the world to grieve my dad because we both know the grief never leaves, no matter how much time passes. You get used to it, but that's it. With you, I don't know how much time I have left because you're probably going on a death mission, and I don't want to be questioning what was between us if I lose you. So talk to me, Bradley. Tell me what you want."

"I want to be with you again, Juliette," Rooster said quietly, swallowing the hope she might want the same thing he did. He couldn't allow himself to have his dreams broken like that, not again. Besides, the frustration in her voice more than gave him his answer, but he still needed to hear her say it to be sure. "But I understand if you don't want the same thing."

Her sapphire eyes pierced his as if searching for some unspoken words he was holding back from her like the last few times they'd verged into this territory, but Bradley had bared the rest of his soul to her tonight, and if she chose not to try again, he would respect her wishes. He would rather have Jules in his life as a friend than not at all.

Rooster watched as she reached down and grabbed hold of his hand. Lifting it, Juliette placed the locket in his open palm, and Rooster's shoulders sagged. He'd been right, and God, crashing into the ground in a ball of fire would've been less agonizing than this.

Juliette turned around, but rather than walking away, she lifted her wavy blonde hair up, revealing her neck to him. It took a moment for Rooster's brain to register what she was silently asking him to do, but the second it did, he swiftly draped the locket around her neck before the opportunity disappeared.

"Everything that's happened is water under the bridge, okay?" Juliette said, facing him, the locket resting snugly on her chest where it always belonged. "Neither of us will hold what we did against each other. It'll be a clean slate for both of us and-"

Rooster couldn't contain himself anymore. He cupped her face and crashed his lips onto hers. All the other kisses they'd shared, he'd held back in fear of revealing too much about his feelings, even the one from yesterday, but Bradley couldn't help it now. He poured all the love and longing and lost time into this kiss. Juliette returned it with a voraciousness of her own, snaking her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his, closing any remaining distance between them that she could. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used his free hand to weave his fingers in her hair and keep her head firmly where it was. Rooster wanted nothing more than to lose himself in Juliette like he used to because she had this ability, whether she knew it or not, to make all his worries disappear just by pressing her lips to his. Bradley wanted to lay her on the bed and reacquaint himself with her body and the softness of its curves, to leave his mark on her on places only she could see.

He just might've had Hangman not banged loudly on the door and shouted, "You two coming or not?"

"I'm gonna kill him," Rooster murmured against Juliette's lips.

"Hang on!" Juliette yelled, bracing her forehead against Bradley's. Then, lowering her voice, she added, "We did say we'd go."

"I hate that we agreed to it, but if we don't, we'll never hear the end of it."

"Can I take you up on wearing some of your clothes? I'd really like to get out of this dress."

"You know I always loved seeing you in my clothes." Rooster kissed her once more, then tore himself away from her and opened his dresser. He pulled out some attire he thought would be the best fit. Juliette took them from him and slipped into the bathroom to change. Within thirty seconds, she returned. Rooster smiled at the sight of her in the oversized tee, and the too-large sweatpants rolled up so she wouldn't trip on them, the drawstrings pulled as tight as they could go to keep them up.

They headed towards his door, but before his hand touched the handle, she stopped him and said, "Hey, I know you probably won't like this, but let's keep us a secret until the mission's over. If you go on it, I don't want the others thinking I convinced Maverick to send you out of favoritism. I mean, Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman can know because I'm pretty sure they all suspect it anyway, but not the others. People tend to act weird when coworkers date."

"We can just tell them we're old acquaintances for now," Rooster teased, slipping his arm around her waist.

Juliette laughed. "You're never going to let me live that one down, are you?"

"No. Also, before we go-" Rooster bent down and kissed just below her left ear, a place he knew was one of her weak points. It elicited a small noise of pleasure from her. Grinning, he whispered, "India-" he kissed the spot below her right ear- "Lima-" he kissed her lips- "Yankee."

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jayhorsestar · 3 months

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re.'cara, scenarios by RO retired Union Policemen, on JMB shop, past 12h. [a] we aware consular features inside jail and also prison, that MILK Prodlacta Inc fiction that inside the joint-venture w MDL Moldova JLC Inc, if 3 RO employees, the 4th should be seen as MDL or Asia biometric passport resident, at HR recruitment, or at statistics labor hours, etc. so at JAIL time, if Swedish Passport ON, such as 'cara, then the fiction aside the CCTV (if any), also the Consul of Swedish affairs onto USA soil. [b] SWE and RO are inside E.U., and RO is inside NATO, just like USA, plus CNCAN uranium, which SWE not. so Policemen inside RO training and retirement would rather be more alike the USA. [c] where 'leukemia was 'insane in the membrane, the Tequilla Sunrise, thus perhaps a MEXICO based JAIL time, and not a LAX which should had been CCTV monitored. so no CCTV and no proximity access card for the door to the MESS, the warden standing ground, looking inmates not contaminating another ones food - if five minutes left to WC, and food left on the table. [d] 'leukemia coming also onto a med infusion, perhaps instead of keeping a fierce silence, 'cara played a hysteric lady, and put on pills, and inmates aware she was sexually drawn during meals breaks, and under influenza. [e] BUT 'stephan my godfather was not gay, was not going to WC for sex, and returning to eat smth unattended 20 min later, believing warden was looking up due diligence. [f] still 'tequilla sunrise punishment, saying the 'chicanos were on fault, teaching the blondie some catholic spirit, MEXICO so good at. [g] black warden ladies at LAX would be the nerds eventually, my opinion, so am still looking at black democrats, because am aware of JFK Intl. NYC times 2006 october, there were a handful of white men, everyone else was black - the payroll, the pay-grade, the PAX flux stress jobs. [h] also 2014 seen ILPTO black ladies of E.U. miss 'geoterra was indeed annoying through nerd-iness. and she left for UK, and called me later on. [i] where i see the 'political exposure square check-box, because the passport is also SWE, not only a single USA passport (if any), RO district attorney sees the freshly made juice from celery, and saying USA JAIL personnel were aware 'cara was from the Polar Circle where barely any carrots or parsley, or celery, or beet root, all imports - so 'circumstanta agravanta, where one district attorney would had revealed reading the barristers before 2 yrs at the bar, defending minors, and bringing up, almost every and each time, 'circumstante atenuante, hence minority of the child by the bar. [j] apparently JAIL is UN grounds, sort of MARPOL, thus oceans and long haul cruises, marshals, wardens, and refers lesser to citizenship, but 'accomodation to isolation, and restrictive living. [k] 'leukemia does mean lesser self-defense capacity, individual becoming more dependable of weapons, and weaponizing abroad is annoying and therefore consular fiction phantom should acquire all data and usually Prison's Manager 'achiesare, be understood 'applied, approved by the 'sheriff - so there come RO UNION POLICE portraying scenarios, in a shop, a public Court of the E.U. [l] 'celery and agri orientating the course of where from the 'leukemia, the agri old times of BRV of the 70s and 80s, when also Potato Research Institute present, nowadays IAR airfield, IAR heli factory, Aerotec Ghimbav, and partly even the Ghimbav airport. all were POTATO research agri fields. SWE lacks that, all import, again MEXICO or USA looking worse inside elections year. [m] formerly addressed as 'my wife, few years ago, for the spirit at least, and me a Republican voting American heart, it be automatically a Democrat black lady warden on fault, at least lacking job due diligence if not even agreeing to women meet men inside same PRISON, during meals breaks, thus group sex. and allowing and not looking or seeing food intoxication by catholic radical inmates, at the same time. scenarios by retired cops, on RO. m

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sarah-ostrand · 4 months

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Barefooting, tickling, and executing a classmate PT 2

The next day was worse. It was the same thing as yesterday, just spread along another 5 hours. And those same 3 came up to me and mocked me once again. I felt so angry I just wanted to throw a punch so hard it would break every bone in thier bodies. Once again I got home and started to quietly weep with a pillow up to my face. Luckily it was a Friday so I had more time to plan that revenge against Sarah I wanted so much at that moment. I wrote some more into the plan like adding my most messed up fetishes ( I'll talk about when we get there), and what to do with the body. Finally I went on the computer, took a Facebook picture that had her house in the background, put it into Google maps, and made a map of my house to hers. Then I played some CS:GO while thinking about any improvements I could make. All throughout Saturday all I could do was prepare for anything and everything. I put into a backpack a blindfold, a small washcloth, a roll of duct tape, rope from dad's shed, a vibrator (from mom's "fun" box), some chloroform bleached cloths to knock out Sarah, and lastly, a Smith and Wesson 686 (a small gun) just in case things went south. I also put on an all black sweatshirt and wore a ski mask.

I started to enact the plan that night by quietly walking through the small forest to her house which was northeast of mine through the woods, until I came across the house in the photo, or at least the back of it. I prayed that the family of Sarah hadn't locked the back patio doors or any other doors in the house for that matter. I slowly crank down the handle and pulled very slowly, the door slowly opened. I breathed a very quiet sigh of relief. I looked through the house looking for any cameras or sounds of steps, nothing. One problem was that I had no idea what room Sarah was in. I accidentally checked a storage room, a stairway upstairs, and a pantry before finally finding the room where the individual whom I LOATHED slept blissfully unaware that what she had done to me would be her demise if all went according to plan. I take out the cloth with chloroform and covered it over her mouth and nose for about 5 minutes which Google says is enough time to knock someone out with chloride. After that I place the cloth is her mouth and quietly taped it in. Than I placed the blindfold into place and taped on the sides of her head. And finally I got out the rope and ever so tightly tied her legs together, and her arms to her body, making about 10 straps keeping her in place. Than I picked her up and left through the back, carrying her thought the woods very carefully (she wasn't that heavy so it was kind of easy). I quietly sneek back into the house and into my bedroom and plop onto my bed. I'll wait till morning to do anything with her.

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moaninmoonen · 11 months

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Ren - Su!cIde (Official Music Video)

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Wasnt sure about this song at first but it grew on me once I realized the story. This is copied and pasted from Rens pinned comment on this video...

Ren: Today I want to write something beautiful and eloquent but I’ve been staring at my computer screen for the past 10 minutes blankly. So I’ll just write. Today, the 1st of June is my friend Joe’s birthday.

I first met Joe when I was 8 years old, my friend Josh said I had to meet this guy, so we both walked over to his, it took about 10 minutes from my house. I was greeted by this kid covered head to toe in freckles, he grinned at us, climbed onto the back of his sofa and screamed “Swanton Bomb!” then front flipped off the top and landed right onto his back on a stone floor. He lay still for a moment, twitched a few times, then got up, grinned at us, brushed himself off, and did it again.

This was Joe. He’d do anything to make people laugh. He ended up becoming one of my best friends. He was there when we stole our first cigarettes out of his mums pack, way too young. He was there when I had my first kiss, with a girl twice my size on the back of the 42 bus. He was there when I first got so drunk I threw up in the woods after drinking as much white lightning Cider as we could. I was there when he did his first backflip on skates, and saw him do a 720 off of the pier cave, that moment became legendary.

Joe was the funny one in our friend group, he’d make us laugh till it hurt. No one had a bad word to say about him. It was impossible not to like him. Usually we put celebrities, athletes and actors on pedestals, turn them into role models and admire them from a far. The person I admired was Joe.

Him and Sagar knew every word to the songs id write, we’d get drunk at parties and they’d be singing along as loud as they could. It gave me a lot of confidence back then.

On Christmas Eve 2010 I was sitting in a pub with Joe, he’d been feeling low after a couple of consecutive break ups. He tried to check himself into a mental health outpatient facility a few weeks earlier but they turned him away because he didn’t have an appointment. He turned to me and said that sometimes he wished he could just walk into the sea and keep walking. He said it in a kind of half joking throw away comment type of way, then took a sip of his drink, walked over to the juke box and put Dig by Incubus on. If I knew that was the last time I’d see Joe id have hugged him, told him how much I loved him, how much I looked up to him, how much we all loved him, and I wouldn’t have left that pub. I didn’t know that, so I finished my drink, said happy Christmas and left.

Two nights after Christmas I got woken up by a phone call at 3am, it was my friend Ella. She told me Joe was on the Menai Bridge, a large suspension bridge connecting the main land to the isle of Anglesey where we lived. He’d been on the phone to her in tears saying goodbye. He told her to tell everyone he loved them. I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could and started running toward the bridge. It was up a hill. I lived about a ten minute walk away, I could run it in five. As I ran I started dialling then redialing his number. The line was busy, which was a good sign, it meant he was still on the phone to someone. As I got about halfway, the busy tone changed. It told me the line was out of service. I got a sinking feeling and picked up my speed. I arrived to the bridge minutes after I left my house. It was deafeningly quiet. I was the first person to arrive. I got there probably about 2 minutes too late.

Joe’s body was never found.

Initially we refused to believe he was gone. The coastguard came out that night, with boats, and helicopters. Me and my friends spent the next 10 days putting up missing posters everywhere we could, walking up and down beaches with flashlights, getting about 3 hours sleep a night. When you’re walking up and down a beach with a torch when its dark everything looks like a body. We still haven’t found Joe.

As his birthday came around, I wrote a song, freckled angels, a song I dedicated to Joe which I sang in front of his friends and family. A charity football match was put on for him, raising money for the RNLI where I won two bottles of wine in a raffle, I drank them both as quickly as I could, naturally, turned to my friend and probably slurred something along the lines of “This is the last time I ever drink” That was 12 years ago, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since. My first ever album I named Freckled Angels in tribute of one of the best people I ever knew.

Skip forward some years. I’d been sitting on this song I wrote a few years ago. It always felt a little incomplete. It was going to be my next release, but I was dreading it because of this feeling of incompletion. I decided, very last minute, to do something about it. I sat by my piano, and the rest of the song fell out of me. I hadn’t thought about Joe in a little while, and the song initially wasn’t going to be about him, but the words all fell out of me. I wrote and recorded a whole 2 minutes extra, recording each part as I wrote it. Tears spewing out of my eyes pretty much the whole time, and decided not to do my usual thing of perfecting each line, I just recorded every line as it came.

During this campaign I will be raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing. I'll also be donating 50% of the profit on all copies of the 'Freckled Angels' album directly to Joes family as a nice surprise gift. I will include links to the RNLI donation page below where 100% of the money will go to support them, I will be travelling to the UK later this month to make a music video, and have carved out a couple of days where I will travel to my home town on the isle of Anglesey to present the royal national lifeboat institution with a cheque of all the money raised.

#Youtube #Ren

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adamsart · 1 year

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I started to pull this rubber hose and it was supposed to pull right out but the more I pulled the more it felt like my foot was in a camp fire eventually I tapped out and it was two more days before I could be seen my doctor was on vacation and couldn’t even get the on call to return a call. So every 4 hours my mother would change the pillowcases and bed sheets that would be drenched with sweat and I would pound enough pills to knock me out. Monday morning rolled around and i showed up to my doctors office as they opened. When he unwrapped my foot it was completely black cause the hose he had stapled in acted like a tourniquet and cut off the blood flow. He closes the office door and opened a cabinet with these mid evil looking tools and he went to work scraping off all of the dead flesh without any warning or pain meds or anything. My foot looksd like a pound of raw hamburger looks at the butcher. It was a discussing healing process over the next three months. Dr bruse told my mother at this point that he didn’t think there would be one day for the rest of my life that I didn’t experience pain in my foot and her response was whatever you do don’t tell Adam that. She didn’t want me to expect it. But the pain was there even without hearing it because my foot had so much bone loss and bad joints that walking on it was Really hard the pain became frustrating and unbearable. Surgury #2 involved me getting my second metatarsal cut in the middle of the shaft and two screws were put behind the cut and two screws in front of the cut the screws stuck up out of the incision on my foot then they shot another pin up the middle of the toe to keep everything strait. Lastly they affixed a backwards vice on top of the screws coming out of my foot and I was given a tool like a small little Allen wrench and 2 times a day I was to crank this screw on the vice torture device and it would stretch my toe out the pin leaving a gap in the bone that would eventually regrow bone and move my joint from the middle of my foot back to where it belonged. When I would stretch the bone I would crank the vice 3 times and 10 minutes later the pain would peak to the sounds of fraying rope. Tendons shrink up after that much time. During this period I would go almost a week without sleep and I was taking as many pain meds as I wanted. My pain doctor cried when I showed her what I had to do. She couldn’t believe that devices like this still existed. This surgury took 8 months to heal. Since I was out of work and had to still pay bills I fell back on my drug dealing I was selling my copious amounts of pain meds and also selling herb. My wife hated me for not working but she spent every dime I put in the account. Which was more than she made monthly. As I was healing up from this surgury was also when Christine decided she would never be happy in Utah so she left me in Utah to pack the entire house and pay for everything on a broken foot by myself while she found us a nice apartment in California. Sacramento to be exact. So I had to sell most of my pain meds to pay for the move which cost me 5,000$ and a friend to drive the moving truck and I pulled a trailer with my truck. By the time I made it to Sacramento I was exhausted In pain and almost out of pain medicine but I made it. After I pulled into the address I was given is when I discovered the awesome apartment that Christine spent our savings renting was on the third floor of this building. And she had the balls to bitch about the boxes not being organized like she would have done it and she didn’t even help carry anything just expected that I should do all of the work and she’ll put shit away. I think this was kinda my final straw I knew at this point I hated this person and that she was always going to be abusive and she was never going to forgive me for breaking my foot. So my first day in Cali I had to have my wife call to find me some pain meds until I could get into see the doctor which I was made to feel like a junkie pos for even asking her to ask her friends for me.

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meanya · 3 years

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If you missed any or all of the Unus Annus livestream, here's a summary of every hour:

~11 hours out: The channel name could've been Annus Singulos (they decided on Unus Annus at a Buffalo Wildwing)

They always planned on it ending on Friday the 13th NOT the 15th (@ MatPat)

The dude who interrupted the sex toys video was not a mailman, he was just some guy. He did not comment on the sex toy stuff.

~10 hours out: They look at memes. Mark "hook car batteries up to my nipples and I'll say yes every time" Fischbach is NOT a masochist, he just wants to know what it feels like to be hit by a car

Frank!!! Frank!!!!!!!

Ethan is going to marry the microphone clip on his shirt

Dollar Shave Club never got back to them about a sponsorship

The workers including the actress in the escape room actually enjoyed having Mark and Ethan doing their shtick there

~9 hours out: Vincent the editor made a best of his edits throughout the videos, it was beautiful, it was mostly just clips of dying

He also wrote them a WHOLE DAMN ORIGINAL SONG!!! IN A WEEK!! About stopping the clock!!! He rapped!

Marcus the editor did a funny edits-roll as well, it was brilliant

~8 hours out: Rachel shows her edits roll! Some of the funniest clips in the whole series!

A comment they read: Mark can do any of his edgy project ideas now and that's terrifying.

Mark: Just wait til you see my next project.

Their merch manager had to buy a 4th warehouse to produce all the merch that had been ordered

If anyone sees Unus Annus pictures or any reminiscence of it in the future and are asked where it's from we are supposed to respond with "You wouldn't get it 🙄"

~7 hours out: they complain more about enema water gun

They re-watch the Pepper spray video. Mark talked about how he thinks about the pain whenever he sees videos of riotors/protestors getting sprayed. Everyone in chat chanted “BLM” and “ACAB” for a few minutes.

Lixian the editor had his edit reel played (”They make em (the people) pretty in Portugal”)

Mark was salty at Youtube because they claimed they didn’t make billboards for YouTube shows and hence, wouldn’t make a billboard for A Heist With Markiplier, but then later made one for James Charles’ show

Mark presented Amy with a BRAND NEW BUG WATCH 😭

Amy: No nothing on their (Youtube’s) Twitter, they’re not talking about it (Unus Annus)

Mark: Guess it’s not important enough...

Amy: They’re too busy tweeting about “World Kindness Day”

Mark: Oh yeah Friday the 13th 2020 wOrLd KiNdNeSs DaY

~6 hours out: Ethan compares the channel dying to putting down a dog. Things get serious for a beat, people in chat start crying.

They look at fanart for a while, Mark criticizes it like an asshole

They watch Pink Trombone again.

Mark and Ethan guarantee that after the channel is gone they will not forget about it. Mark also permits people to make creations / art after Unus Annus is deleted.

~5 hours out: They re-watch Pee Sauna, dying inside all the way.

DJ Burt Blackarach surprises them with a cake and champagne.

Chat is flooded with “❤🧡💛💚💙💜” messages for a while

Looking at memes again, Mark confirms that the noises that the radio made in SCP Amy were 100% just the radios, not them, making the sounds. They still don’t know why they made those sounds.

Mark and Ethan beg for 1mil like in order to see what’s actually in the Unus Annus casket. They might even lay down in it.

~4 hours out: We find out that in the Children’s Games in Total Darkness video, the weird shot of them both in a trance staring into the phone screen was actually just them trying to adjust their eyes back to normal light and it wound up looking super cool.

Vincent’s highlight reel is played again while everyone takes a break, supposedly there is a “surprise” to be revealed soon.

A tattoo artist named Danielle comes on the set, Ethan says he’s going to get an Unus Annus tattoo live.

~3 hours out: More fanart. Mark admits that after this ends, he’s probably never going to wear his suit ever again, he might bury it. (There’s not much room left in his backyard)

Mark talks Danielle the tattoo artist’s ear off about how wholesome and educational and not cursed the channel was.

Mark and Ethan then do a full 180 and confess to Danielle all their sins; cooking with sex toys, pee sauna, pee life straws, the pee soda idea, drilldo, etc.

Amy: (while Eef’s getting tattooed) “Mark, he’s choosing to spend his last day in pain. And you’re not!”

Mark: (looking at a picture of a tattoo) How long do you think that tattoo would take?

Danielle: Probably 3 hours.

Mark: 3 HOURS?!?! That’s more time than we have to live!!

Alex, Mark’s trainer, made them a euology video. It was like a LORE-filled poem made of secret callbacks to the titles of past videos.

Ethan’s tattoo is done, it is a “ 00:00:00 “ on his left arm.

Stevie who runs the merch shop makes a guest appearance. He self descirbes as “tired and sad and a little tipsy.” He seems both grateful and dead inside. He says he’s going to do a matching tattoo with Ethan.

Mark admits he was planning on not doing merch originally, but he’s glad he changed his mind.

~2 hours out: They talk about behind the scenes of Hee hoo. The reason Mark’s still wearing high socks during this video is because of all the burs so he doesn’t scrape up his legs. Amy wrote the whole end credits story about Ethan meeting Michelle Obama and dying a tyrant.

Mark never got to watch Ethan kidnaps Mark, so they watch it.

They watch The Truth about Unus Annus, Amy surprises Mark with a white tophat. #Mark’sNewHat (it’s an extra large)

Mark and Eef make their last tweets as Unus and Annus

Mark got cool Unus Annus custom pocket watches for Ethan and Amy

~1 hour out: Things get serious. Mark and Ethan private the Unus Annus Instagram (so that no one else can take the Unus Annus handle) and delete all the posts.

Mark proposes that Amy be the one to hit the delete button at the end of the channel. They agree to do it together.

They hit 1 million likes. They open the coffin. There’s nothing in the coffin, but the inside is very pretty, split-colors silk. They take turns laying in it for the first time with the door shut. It’s comfy. Even Amy tries laying in it.

Mark says a short eulogy for Eef as Eef does for Mark. They both say a eulogy for Amy. They all get choked up. The coffin is now called the Cry Box.

They delete the Unus Annus Twitter. They set the Subreddit to private. Apparently there were no mods on that subreddit except Mark.

Mark finally confessed to Amy that he punched a hole in the wall. Amy was there when it was being patched up, but she forgives him anyway.

They play The Barrel and sing along. They thank their team. They thank the audience.

Amy comes down. They all put their hands on the computer. “Unus Annus."

Mark: "See you on the other side."

Ethan: "See you on the other side."

they click delete. The channel is gone forever. Memento mori.

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iwadori · 3 years

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Getting hurt in argument PT 1 (Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)

hi!! so can i request a hurt to comfort with iwaizumi, tsukishima and any character that you want ? i saw you had reblogged a prompt list so you could us 18 for inspiration! @sheiscalling

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Genre: angst,fluff

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Tsukishima:

You and Tsukishima just moved in with each other a few days ago

Sharing a house has kind of put you at odds

As getting used to each others habits takes a while to get used too

You just hope that after a while things will go back to usual

Tsukishima has been conveniently busy since you guys moved in together, claiming he has to practice more since the Sendai Frogs have a supposed upcoming tournament.

So he’s left you to your own devices unpacking boxes, picking out and buying furniture whilst working from home. Today’s task is choosing the wallpaper, which you wanted to ask Tsukishima’s opinion on (since he’s always been judgmental of certain colours, patterns and prints.)

Y/N: Hey Tsukki! You coming to *insert store that sells wallpapers here* today… it closes at 5pm??

Kei: Yhh practices finishes at 1 so I’ll probably run some errands get changed and meet you there for 3

Y/N: Okay! See you then <3

You were ecstatic, Tsukishima is finally going to do something for your new place and on the plus you get to spend time together. Maybe you’ll get to go to that new desert place across the road from your house.

2:45PM

You decide to get there a tad bit early so you can have a few options picked out (as you know how detailed and picky Kei can be.) As you picked out paints and swatches you noticed how time went by…

3:14PM

Surprised that Kei isn’t here right on the dot (since he despises lateness and on many occasion have reprimanded you when you’ve been just a tiny bit late) but just assume he’s stuck in traffic or something.

3:32

You’re still standing outside waiting, getting a tiny bit embarrassed of the looks of the passer-by strangers as if they could tell you’re desperately waiting for someone. You checked your phone, expecting a message from Kei explaining his lateness or saying he’lll be there soon.

4:00

He’s now an hour late, with no contact at all which got you frustrated as you really hoped that he would do at least one thing for you today. So you decided to go and choose what YOU want since it seems that Kei doesn’t seem to really care.

5:15

After nearly emptying the store with all your choices and additional furniture picks you finally make it back home with still NO word from Kei. You are completely over it! But he is now the least of your worries, now your current agenda is unpacking plates and cutlery (so you and Tsuki actually have something to eat of off and that’s if he ever joins you for dinner)

You’re washing and polish plates as you hear your front door open and shut with a slight slam. “Ugh practice was draining today” he said, tired

You did not acknowledge his presence at all, you were beyond agitated that he made plans with you and then didn’t show up AND THEN didn’t even make sure the first thing he did was apologise. “Babe, whats for dinner” He asked entering the living room.

AN: Btw you have like a open kitchen type of thing so you can see the kitchen and the living room in the same room if that makes sense ://

You still ignored him, washing your plates annoyance slowly but surely building up inside of you the more he spoke “Y/N, did you hear me i asked what was fo-” Tsukishima stopped his words as he saw all the stuff you’ve bought for the house and before realising that he blew off your plans together he says,

“Y/N.. what the fuck is this shit”

That made you take a pause, and freeze ‘That is all he’s worried about’ you think. As you’re still ignoring him and he’s wondering why you decided to buy all this ‘crap’ (in his words not yours) he picks up one of the wallpaper designs and brings it to you.

“Y/N you really think we’re putting this shit on the walls..?” He asked

You still ignore him, scrubbing harder and harder on the same plate you’ve been washing since he’s got here ( you definitely know it’s clean by now but who cares )”Y/N, are you listening to me” He then grabs your shoulders turning him to face you “Why the fuck would you buy this??”

By now you were raged, “Is that ALL you care about!” You shout “You don’t care how I’ve been slaving away getting this place, our NEW place ready for us to live in but you don’t care you’re so self obsessed that all you’ve been doing is going to practice and complaining!”

He was about to speak before you stopped him again “Oh and by the way if you’ve got a problem with my choices for our walls then maybe YOU should’ve been at the store at the time we agreed upon! You dick.” after saying this his lips part in surprise, as he now remembers the promise he made you.

You turn your body back to the sink, tears filling your eyes as you go back to ferociously scrubbing the plate again.

“Y/N I’m sorry I-” He starts

“Oh shut the fuck up Tsukishima” You say a bit to agressively slamming your hands (and the plate) down on the counter, cutting your hand in the process

“Shit” You say as blood starts to seep through your hand well there goes the clean plate you get a towel and hold it against your hand stopping the blood for a short while and you bend down to start picking up the plate remains as Tsukishima just stands there not really knowing what to say or do.

“Y/N i’m sorry about EVERYTHING” he says bending down to your level as you still pick up the plate remains. “What can I do to make this all better?”

“Just fuck off Tsuki” You say bitterly not looking him in the eyes

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay” he says grabbing your wrist softly to stop you from further injury “Just come sit down so i can atleast bandage your hands”

You finally look up at him, tears still in your eyes but you silently agree getting up and letting him lead you to the couch. He bandages you up, not saying a word as your sniffles and whimpers fill the quiteness in the room.

“Y/N. I am really truly sorry I-” He says

“Why don’t you care anymore?” You interrupt tears now streaming down your face “I know i can be overbearing at times, but I just wanted you to be excited about moving in with me as I was about you. Do you not want to live with me anymore” you cried

“I’m sorry i’ve been so busy it’s just practice and tournaments and … I was kind of nervous about moving in with you I just love you so much and I don’t want to mess anything up” he said “And I’m sorry about not coming to the store I just got tired up with practice and I’m just really sorry Y/N”

He goes over to the things you’ve bought and picks up one of the paint colours you chose (your favourite option) “This is beatiful Y/N you have such a great taste and I like anything that you like to be honest.”

He stares at you for a response as he noticed your tears have stopped running, which is a good sign. “I just want you to be more involved and show that you care about me about us “ you say

“I will and I do.. I always do” He said pulling you into a hug

“I love you Kei” You say into his chest

“I love you too”

You spend the rest of your night unpacking plates, putting up wallpaper, painting walls and putting up furniture ending up on the couch with two slices of strawberry shortcake from the bakery across the street watching an episode of *insert your favourite TV show here* in your new place which you can finally call a home.

Iwaizumi:

You and Iwaizumi have been dating since highschool

You’ve had a past with anger issues but that was all sorted before you met Iwa

You’re very hard working and sometimes overworking but you have Iwa to always make sure you’re not too hard on yourself

You play volleyball just like your boyfriend, being the captain of your team is your pride and joy but sometimes you are way too hard on yourself trying to reach perfection.

You’re in the gym way past normal hours setting to yourself against the wall with sweat dripping down your forehead breathing slightly more than usual

‘5 more minutes’ you think to yourself knowing damn well it’s going to be more than 5 minutes but you just have to perfect your form then you can stop.

You stop for a small water break and also to check your phone seeing 5+ messages from your lovely boyfriend Hajime

Haji: Y/N how was your day

Haji: What do you want for dinner

Haji: I think we should get chinese

Haji: Y/N… you alive

Haji: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeffhpeE/

Haji: I just ran into *Insert Best friends name* and she told me you were last seen at practice I hope you’re not in the gym Y/N

Haji: I’m coming to the gym… you better not be there

By the time you start going back to set against the wall you look up to see a semi mad Hajime at the doors of the gym..

“Y/N.. I thought you said you wasn’t going to keep overworking yourself this term” He said slowly approaching you

“Just” set “Gotta” set “Fix” set “My” set “Form”

“Your set is fine babe, it’s perfect … you’re perfect” he says reaching out to touch you

“Well I guess perfect isn’t good enough then” you mumble

“Y/N that’s not what I meant” He responds touching your shoulder

Out of reflex, your hand flicks to his face your nail (which are amazingly sharp and long) catches him on his cheek causing a petite cut to now appear and small amounts of blood to come out of it. You both are frozen shocked at what just happened, you never meant to touch him like that at all.

You quickly rush to your stuff leaving your volleyball in the gym running out the doors. How could you be so horrible, hitting your boyfriend in the face after doing so much work getting over all your anger issues. ‘Hes going to hate you now’ you think.

You stop at a bench trying to clear your head, crying softly to yourself worrying now about your relationship with Haji and where it stands now. Without you noticing, Iwaizumi sits down next to you, waiting for you to compose your self before speaking.

“I know you didn’t mean it Y/N” he said pulling you under his arm

“Iwa, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to stay late in the gym it’s just that we have a competition next week and last time we lost because of me and I just … wanted it all to be perfect “ You said sniffling you look up at him and see the cut on his face that you caused making you even more upset “I am really sorry, I understand that you probably want to break up with me for hurting you which is completely valid”

You don’t want him to confirm your suspicions of him breaking up with you, so you abruptly stand up getting reading to move onwards again before he grabs your wrist “you’re not leaving till I know you’re okay” he says

which makes you laugh a bit “It’s crazy that I’m the one that messed up, yet you’re worrying about me”

“Well that’s my job Y/N, I always worry about you when you’re overworking yourself and being hard on yourself it’s not good” he said “accidents happen, I know you didn’t intend on me getting hurt and I know you’re going to do great in the upcoming game babe dont worry”

A week later, all was forgotten Iwa’s cheek healed quickly and he never blamed you for it all and reminded you that it wasn’t your fault whenever it seemed you felt bad about it.

You’re now playing your volleyball game Iwa in the stands cheering you on as loud as he could and of course you were doing your best because in Hajime’s words you are perfect.

AN:Thank you so much for my first request I hope you like it. I’m not really a fan of the Iwa one but the tsuki one i like the way it went even though I was meant to add a third character but got too tired. But thank for the request keep them coming!!

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praisehoes-and-runovervirgins · 3 years

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Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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You hold the last box of your belongings close to your chest and take a deep breath nervously pressing the button to your new home. Wow, that sounds weird. Sharing a home with the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. Your chest tightens. “God, I better not fuck this up” you mumble to yourself as the pent house suite door opens. Noah stands in clear view of the door as it opens. You walk into the apartment. “Y/N'' he yells at the top of his voice. “Where were you? I didn’t see you. I was worried, '' he said all in one breath. He wraps his arms around your leg and takes a deep inhale.

You look at him confused and put the box down. You have to tear him off you so you can kneel down to give him your daily bear hug. As you do, you notice his teary puffy eyes. You look at him puzzled then suddenly, almost like something in you woke up you panic, “Are you okay baby?” you grab him by the arm and turn him around manically looking for a source of pain. He doesn’t answer. You grab his leg and pull his PJ's up to continue looking for some sort of bruise, anything physical that would explain him crying. “He was crying cause he didn’t see you” a voice said walking past you and Noah. You look up at Liam grabbing a piece of fruit from the counter. His face looked disinterested. “He woke up and he didn't see you, he thought you left,” he said, rubbing the apple on his shirt. You lock eyes for a moment as you try to read into his expression. Fuck, he’s just like his dad, so hard to make out what he’s thinking. The sniffles coming from Noah make you break your eye contact. You look at him with wide eyes. “It’s okay Y/N. I’m okay. Please don’t cry. I just thought..” he jumps on you again, this time throwing you both onto the floor. “I’m not leaving Noah” you say, squeezing him tight. You didn’t even notice when your eyes were wet before Noah pushed back on you. He wipes the tears out your eyes. You smile at him softly. A few moments with Noah went on about how he’s so excited about your room and how it’s really close to theirs. Where’s Bakugou? You look around distracted as Noah goes on. “He’s upstairs” Liam says walking towards you with a napkin. He hands it to you and turns on his heel as he takes another bite of his apple. You sit there stunned, holding the soft piece of tissue in your hand. “Did you hear what I said?” Liam says, grabbing your face with both hands and then smashing his face into your neck. “Let’s go find your dad, yeah?” you say as you start to pick Noah up.

Bakugou is on the floor, legs crossed as he’s holding a piece of your unmade bed frame. He has his phone pressed against his ear and shoulder. “I already told you I don’t want to go on another date with her” he growled into the phone. “Well, that’s not my problem. I don’t care what the public thinks about us.” he says a little louder. “Daddy!” Noah says running, throwing himself on his back. “Hey buddy” Bakugou says, ending the call in one swipe of his finger and tossing it on his lap. “What were you talking about?” he says, gripping Bakugou's neck a bit too hard. “You're trying to kill me buddy” Bakugou says, letting out a quick laugh as he releases Noah's hands off his neck. They sit there laughing for a little. I love seeing them like this. It’s so different from how the rest of the world sees him. Bakugou looks at you leaning on the door and cracks a smirk. “Are you gonna come into your new room or what?” he says, turning around to face Noah again. You feel like the wind was knocked out of you when he looks at you even for a second. I’m going to have to live with this man. You got this y/n? You steady yourself and walk over to them. You kneel down on the floor next to Bakugou, “Do you need help? I am pretty helpful with these types of things” you say taking the piece of wood off the floor. “For starters, this was supposed to go in that thing” you say giggling. “Ah fuck” he says rolling his eyes. “HEY, WATCH YOUR MOUTH” Noah scolds him. You all break out in laughter. You spend the rest of the morning setting up your new bed set. You told bakugou that you could just use the one you had in your old apartment but he insisted on getting you a new one. You can appreciate all the things he does for you, since you’ve almost moved in he’s gotten you the best of the best; everything from fancy towels to new hair products for your hair type.

“We’re off to the park” Noah screams at the top of his lungs towards your bedroom at Bakugou. He wouldn’t be louder if he tried. But then again, look who’s his dad. He usually doesn’t raise his voice around me but when he does, oh boy is that grown man loud. The walk to the near park was one of the best, Liam actually was talking to you about his classmates and how one of them has been giving him problems. You try to come up with a plan of how to deal with it. “If I tell dad, he’s going to make a big deal about it. I already get enough attention as it is.” he explains when you asked why you haven’t told Bakugou. “Well, I’m happy to hear you out. I’m not as hot headed as your dad” you laugh. He cracks a smile as you put an arm around him as you’re walking. After a few moments Noah bust between you both and yells, “are you guys done talking? I want a hug too” he says scrunching up his nose. You hug both of them. Noah pulls you close, puts his hand on the side of his mouth and whispers, “without him please”. This child is going to be the death of me. You pick him up and swing him into your arms. “You’ll have to let me go, we’re here guys” you say as you put him down. They both run off in different directions. You sit there on a bench taking in the warm sun. I can honestly do this everyday. This feels like.. You’re stopped mid thought when your phone starts to vibrate. Oh, the alarm I set for earlier. Well might as well check social media. I haven’t had much time since moving. The first thing you look at is twitter, you follow a few of your friends and some popular celebs.

“Did you hear about Dynamite and his new girlfriend?” you overhear two women say as they walk past you and take a seat on the next bench. What? “Oh my god. They look so good together. I would die to trade places with her”. You sit still for a moment trying to gather your emotions. Who is she? Why didn’t he tell me he was dating someone? I thought. I-I don’t.. You grab your phone quickly, opening it and going to twitter again. You search up, “Dynamite and” and there it is. You stare at your phone for a bit. There she is, a beautiful tall slender blonde woman arm in arm with Bakugou. You sigh in disbelief pushing your back into the bench. Why does this hurt so much? Fuck. Why do I even fucking care? He’s not even.. “Hey, are you okay?” says a deep voice. You turn your head, noticing the very handsome man next to you. “Yeah” you say, taking another breath. “You don’t sound okay” he says looking deep in your eyes. His hair is black as night and his eyes are deep purple, you can honestly get lost trying to figure out how many different shades there are in them. “Yeah, I just got some news.. I wasn’t expecting it” you say shifting your eyes down and moving some hair out of your face. “I bet. Boyfriend?” He says as he watches your face carefully for a reaction. You let out a slight giggle before letting out a breath and bite your lip, “no”. The man and you sit in silence for a minute. Fucking hell. Why do I feel like shit right now? This hot guy is next to me and all I could think about is you wrapped around another woman. Fuck this.. You lay your eyes on the man again. He’s about Bakugou’s age with a very muscular build, he has a couple white stands in his hair, he’s beautiful. “Which one is yours?” you scooch over towards him. “The little one over there” he points at the kid playing with Noah. He stretches his arm to rub the back of his head, you can clearly see him clearly stretching his muscles. You almost laugh out loud. Trying a little too hard buddy. You both make conversation for a while. It doesn’t take long before He’s asking you on a date, you accept of course. Maybe seeing someone else for a couple hours will help me get over this.. whatever this feeling is. After a few more minutes Noah comes over to you all sweaty trying to hug you. “Let's go home” you say with a smile. I feel like shit but I can’t even show it. This kid can read me like a fucking book. Okay, put on a smile y/n.

A few days have passed since you saw the pictures of Bakugou and his “girlfriend’. When you came home that day, you couldn’t even look at him. Why the fuck am I acting like he betrayed me or something. I’m just the nanny. Get a fucking grip y/n. Still, you tried to avoid him as much as possible. When he walked into the room, you would walk out, you ate dinner in your room unless Noah asked you to stay with him and you tried everything in your power not to look at him in his eyes. You were butt fucking hurt to say the least. After a few days you get the courage to talk to him. You take a deep breath before knocking on his office door. “Come in,” he says lazily. He’s sitting in his chair facing his computer typing away. He stops and cocks his head over his shoulder to look at you. You can do this. You need to do this. “Do you need anything?” he says, turning his head back at the computer with his hands still on the keyboard. “I-I I won’t be home Friday night. I don’t know what time I’ll be back” you say almost in a whisper. “Oh” you’ve caught his attention now. He turns off the monitor and swirls in his chair to face you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck “I checked your schedule and I saw you work till about 3. That gives me time to..” you say waving your hand around like a child explaining something. “Yeah, that’s fine” he says, eyeing you up and down. You look nervous, like you have something you’re hiding. “Cool” you say, taking a deep breath as you turn on your heel about to make a run for it. “A date?” he says in a low deep almost bitter tone. I was so close. I WAS SO FUCKING CLOSEEEE “Yeah.” you say turning back around to face his him. “With that guy in the park?” He says looking you up and down almost like he’s looking for a reaction. “Yeah, How did you..” you look at him confused. “When you guys came home Noah told me that you were upset about something while you were in the park and this guy started talking to you,” he said, crossing his arms. Why do I feel like I’m getting fucking scolded. “Yeah, I was pretty upset about something" you look away from him. How can I say: Hey, I was upset that you're dating a blonde supermodel because… well, I don’t know. Also, please sign my check sir without sounding like a total psycho. You quickly snap out of that thought as he stands up and slowly walks over to you. You’re still staring at the floor as he stands in front of you. “Is that why you haven’t said a word to me for days?” he says in a low tone, still arms crossed but this time biting his top lip looking for your eyes. You slowly look up at him. He’s so big and muscular next to you. He’s also wearing your favorite outfit. Those sweats and tank top combo will be the death of me. Your eyes finally meet his. In this moment you’re lost in his eyes, the intensity that’s usually there isn’t. You can’t quite put a finger on what he’s thinking or this unknown expression plastered on his face. It feels foreign but nevertheless it knocks the wind out of you. You feel your heart rate increase. “No” you say after some time staring into his eyes. I don’t believe her. “Okay” he says with a sigh. “Okay” you say back to him looking away. Tears start to form in your eyes as you walk away from the office. You take a moment to catch your breath in the hallway and turn back towards his office. Your body almost moves on it’s own. Maybe I should cancel. I don’t even- I don’t want anyone- Before you can knock on his door again you get a twitter alert. “Bakugou and girlfriend were spotted kissing in the park two days ago” it read. The pictures in the tweet were bad, you can barely even tell if they were kissing or not but It still made your chest ache. Bakugou opened the door to see you squinting at your phone trying to zoom into the picture. “Change your mind?” he said leaning on the door frame. You jump up and step back, you didn't notice how close you guys were. “No.” you say looking him dead in the eye. “Why would I? I am so excited” you say with a broken smile.

Bakugou and you don’t speak for the rest of the day. You are both noticeable in a bad mood.. “What’s wrong with daddy?” Noah says to Liam as Bakugou stomps around the house while you’re hiding in your room. “He’s jealous,” Liam says looking at Noah. “I have a plan, wanna help?” he says, smiling at Noah. Noah gives him the same devilish smile back.

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Like It’s Now Or Never

Requested?: Yes. You lot wanted JaTP smut, so here it is.

Word Count: 10.5K+ (oops)

Author’s Note: Three things. 1. This was meant to be up last night, sorry. 2. This was posted and then deleted because Tumblr didn’t show any of the text. 3. I’ve based the concert off of this Sunset Curve: Greatest Hits playlist by @pattersonluke who I absolutely adore. Linking it here, please check it out!

Warning: smut, duh.

Quick Context: this is an AU where the band don’t die, so alive!Luke x Reader

Y/N Y/L/N was used to being overlooked by people.

It wasn’t something that particularly bothered her, a teen of rather nervous disposition, and often meant she was able to operate without interruption. At school, she kept good grades while never being touted as a scholar; at work, she picked up extra shifts and was her manager’s favourite without ever being called out as ‘Employee of the Month’. She was a quiet soul, something she had been told she got from her grandfather.

It made it all the more impossible for people to believe she was really managing her cousin’s rock band.

“Woah, woah…” A bouncer about twice the girl’s height knocked on the window of her car as she parked in the alleyway by the Orpheum, prompting Y/N to struggle with the old Volvo’s window crank until she could poke her head out and let the man finish what he had to say. “Sorry sweetie, you can’t park here. We’ve got a band playing tonight, need this space for official vehicles only.”

“Oh, that’s me. I’m an official vehicle. Manager to Sunset Curve.” Y/N responded with a smile, lifting her hand and stretching it out the window to greet the bouncer.

“You?” He asked, sincere in his surprise, and Y/N responded by rummaging around and locating the backstage pass she had been gifted earlier in the day. When the bouncer’s boss had told them the band had equipment arriving that night, the last person he thought would bring it was a teenage girl no more than seventeen.

“Indeed. Would you mind helping me bring the stuff inside?” She asked, waiting for the bouncer to step back before exiting the vehicle, jumping out onto the street and looking up at the towering man. “Everything’s labelled, if you just leave it in the hall it would be really helpful.” She explained, walking round to the car’s trunk and opening it up to show an array of neatly packed boxes and instruments. The bouncer followed, chuffing in pleasant surprise at how tidy everything looked: he was pretty sure that the t-shirts had been folded with tissue paper to avoid creasing. Not something he saw with every rock band. “Sorry, I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Mac… Any order I need to follow or…” The bouncer asked, and Y/N shook her head, running round to the front passenger seat to lift out her handbag and a stack of pizza boxes.

“If you just get it in the hallway, Mac. I can sort everything out from there.” She smiled over, headed for the door. “I had a feeling I’d need someone’s help getting all this in with the boys on stage, so I’ve got you a pizza from Alfredo’s on 9th to say thank you.” She added, and Mac looked up with a smile. He had certainly never met a band manager who had bought him pizza before. Not just pizza, either: Alfredo’s on 9th pizza.

“I’ll be sure not to break anything then.” He responded, and Y/N tossed him over her car keys before pulling open the Orpheum’s side door with her foot and making her way down the hall.

A few steps into the building, Y/N was welcomed by feedback, the band starting their sound check, shortly followed by a wave of music that hit her like a high-speed train and caused her to pause. She took a moment acquainting herself with the volume change, a smile appearing on her face as she heard the familiar sound of her best friend’s voice before she made her way further into the building. She had been there the day before, dropping off the drum kit and amps, and she memorised the building’s floor plan, and quickly locating the staircase she needed to head down and taking it with a sure set pace.

It took Y/N no more than a minute to emerge from the tangle of backstage passageways onto the venue’s main floor, pizzas still perfectly balanced in one hand while she rummaged through her bag for something. She quickly made her way over to the bar in the room’s centre, setting the pizzas down on the countertop as she pulled an inhaler from her purse, and looked up as someone cleared their throat over the music.

Y/N’s eyes met those of the bartender, a girl maybe a year older than her, with her hand caught underneath the stack of pizzas Y/N had absentmindedly placed down.

“I’m so sorry!” She squeaked, lifting the boxes off the girl’s hand only to be met with a smile and light laugh.

“It’s alright, just teasing.” She called over the music, then gestured to the band. “They’re good, right?” She said with smile, and Y/N turned to look at the stage, finally taking the chance to stop and enjoy the music.

No matter how many times she saw her friends in action, their music always seemed to take her breath away. On that stage, the boys she had grown up with had never been more themselves. They radiated this confidence and energy that made you want to sing along, the sort of pull that Y/N had only witnessed with bands like Queen, ACDC: it was an undeniable star power. Up there, under the blazing lights and playing together, those boys had the ability to melt away all her troubles, make them vanish under the bang of drums and the shredding of guitar.

She watched until their sound check ended, clapping wildly and whooping along with the bartender as the guys caught their breath, taking it as her cue to head up there and join them, scooping up the inhaler as she made her way onto the stage.

“Thank you, we’re Sunset Curve. Tell your friends.” Reggie, Y/N’s very own blood, said into the mic, sending a wink towards the bartender and earning a punch in the arm from Y/N as she passed by him. “Hey!” He pouted, though it didn’t last long.

“Too bad we wasted that on sound check. That’s the tightest we’ve ever played!” Bobby commented as he set down his guitar and grabbed a towel, fist bumping Luke as he turned back around.

“Just wait until tonight, man, when this place gets packed with record execs.” Luke was practically vibrating with excitement, and Y/N smiled on as the boys congregated.

“Alex, you were smoking.” Reggie complimented their drummer as he came down from his stand, drumsticks in hand.

“Oh, no.” Alex responded with a shrug. “I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.” He gestured to the other three.

“Could you just own your awesomeness for once?” Reggie asked with a waving of his hands that nearly hit Y/N in the face, but she was quick enough to dodge it.

“… All right, I was killing it!” Alex admitted, Luke’s hands coming up to pat his bandmate on the shoulders, shaking the lanky blonde a little from his own excitement.

“Nicely done, guys.” Y/N spoke up, the four pairs of eyes landing on her, each with a bright smile on their faces. Her best friends, all together, all happy: it made her heart swell. “First off, Alex.” She turned, tossing over the inhaler. “You left it in my car this morning. Don’t let it happen again.” He caught it quickly, mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ before shoving it in his pocket. “Second, I got Alfredo’s.” She gestured to the pizza boxes on the counter beside the pretty bartender and, in a chorus of whoops, the four guys rushed passed her and jumped off the stage, Reggie first to the boxes and shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth before Y/N had even got herself back on the main floor.

“You guys are really good.” The bartender complimented, continuing her previous activity of buffing the bar before the soundcheck had happened. For the first time in a while, she was excited to be working.

“Thank you.” Luke said with a dopey grin, sorting through the stack and pulling out the one labelled with his name, promptly digging into a delicious slice of pepperoni.

“I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.” She continued, Y/N walking up and joining the boys, lifting out one of the pizza boxes and setting it to the side for Mac the bouncer, before sliding down Bobby’s and Alex’s. Reggie was already on his second slice.

“That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Reggie.” A muffled add on.

“Alex.”

“Bobby.” He winked at the bartender, and Y/N stifled a laugh at the dark-haired boy’s attempt at flirting.

“Nice meeting you guys.” Luke noticed the eyes Bobby was making at her a moment after Y/N, sticking a finger in his mouth before shoving it in the taller boy’s ear. “I’m Rose.” The bartender introduced, and Reggie quickly grabbed his cousin’s purse off the counter, opening it up and grinning when he saw a top and CD inside, pulling them out.

“I was gonna…” Y/N sighed as she watched Reggie turn back to Rose with the objects in hand, one of them being the shirt Y/N had planned to change into for that night.

“So, uh. Here’s our demo, and a t-shirt. Size beautiful.” He handed them over with raise of the eyebrows, Alex and Y/N groaning at the same time.

“Thanks! I’ll be sure not to wipe the tables down with this one.” Rose grinned, and Alex swallowed the slice of pizza he chewed on.

“Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just kinda… fall apart in your hands.” He admitted with a nervous laugh, and Bobby leaned forward on the bar.

“Vegan-friendly though. I could… I could never hurt an animal.” He said with a dashing smile to Rose, and Y/N quickly realised why the boy had called her up not a half hour before to change his food order to ‘something, anything vegetarian’. “Hey Y/N, won’t you be needing a hand with the guitars? The boxes… stuff?” He asked, the girl looking up and rolling her eyes at Bobby before nodding quickly, picking up the pizza for Mac while Luke, Alex, and Reggie grabbed their own food.

“He had a hamburger for lunch.” Luke called as he followed his friends towards the hallway that led backstage, earning a glare from Bobby before he turned back to the pretty bartender. Y/N had a feeling they wouldn’t see him again until call time.

“I’ll be back in two, gotta get this to the bouncer. Dressing room’s down the stairs to the right.” Y/N instructed the guys, who headed off towards the comfy couches and air con while she made her way back to the side door, the contents of her car neatly stacked along the wall. “Mac, you are an angel.” She said softly to herself.

“Well, I try.” She received a reply from the bouncer, stood outside the door, and smiled wider, placing down his pizza on a shelf by the exit, and picking up her car keys from the surface. “Need anything else?” He called through.

“No thanks, I got it from here! Enjoy the food!” She said back, quickly lifting the first stack of boxes and balancing them along the corridor.

By the time she had finished moving everything to where she needed it; the t-shirts and demo CDs to front of house, the smoke machine and spare strings and picks to stage side; the guitars along to the dressing rooms, the boys had already finished their pizzas, and were now raiding the complimentary snack basket from the venue.

She kicked open the dressing room door to find her cousin and friends three quarters of the way through a fruit bowl of trail mix.

“You guys seriously never stop eating, do you?” She asked, setting down the instruments and collapsing into an armchair, letting out a sigh of relief. Her evening was only beginning, of course, but she was ahead of schedule, and felt she deserved to sink into the chair’s comforting embrace. “What do you think Bobby’s chances are of getting the pretty bartender’s number?” she asked, her eyes closing as her muscles relaxed.

“30, 40%?” Alex offered, receiving a laugh from Reggie.

“More like zero.” He said through a mouth of nuts and Reece’s Pieces.

“What, like you could get it, cuz?” Y/N asked, her eyebrow raising despite her eyes still being closed.

“Tell me why we let Y/N hang around again?” Reggie responded, his tone playful and lacking the malice one might normally accompany with the rhetoric, and Y/N’s eyes opened as a smile spread over her lips, the happiness radiating from them all.

“Maybe because she’s the person who got us this gig?” Luke offered, walking over and ruffling Y/N’s hair with a laugh as she swatted at him. “Plus, Alex and I are living in her garage…” He shrugged, and sent a grin Y/N’s way as she fixed her hair back to its original styling.

“Yeah, and!” Alex chimed in, leaning back against one of the vanity’s with his hands in his pockets. “None of you ever remember my inhaler. And I’ve never seen someone restring and tune a guitar as fast as Y/N… And like, also the whole best manager in the world thing.” He added, and Y/N found herself sitting up a little.

“To be honest Reggie, I think what the guys are saying is: I’m amazing, and you’re really lucky you play bass.” She teased her older cousin with a cheeky grin, earning laughs from Luke and Alex while Reggie looked on, a little confused.

“Wait, what do you mean I’m lucky I play bass?” He asked, not quite catching on to what she implied, and only making his three friends laugh more.

“Ok, ok.” Y/N said after a moment, pulling herself off the chair and walking over to the stack of instruments, lifting a tote bag from amongst the cases. “So, I was obviously out today doing errands.” She began, walking back over and sitting down on the edge of the chair Luke lounged in, the boy smiling up at her as she did. “But I made a little pitstop.” Her hands reached into the bag, her tongue sticking out as she felt around the canvas, quickly pulling out a square box. “Reggie.” She said with a grin, handing over the present to the boy, whose eyes had lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He lifted the box’s lid off slowly.

“No way!” He yelled, lifting the device out the box with care, Luke and Alex leaning over to see what it was.

“I know you’ve been using one you bought at the flea market when we were 13 for years, and I thought… Well, you only get a first time playing the Orpheum once. Thought you should try it out on a new bass pedal… That also works with the banjo.” She smiled, looking back in the bag and pulling out the second gift as Reggie marvelled at the item in his hands. “Alex.” She called, throwing the next gift to the blond boy, who already had a feeling what might be inside the long, thin box.

“How much did you spend on this stuff, Y/N?” Luke asked as Alex lifted out a set of drumsticks, twirling one through his fingers and grinning from ear to ear as he noticed the engraving on them.

“Sunset Curve…” He said softly, showing the engraving on the butt of the sticks to Reggie. “Thanks Y/N.”

“Bobby can get his later, serves him right for flirting and not joining in on band bonding time so…” Y/N sat one of the gifts on the table before pulling the final present from her bag, an envelope with ‘Sunset Curve’ in cursive on the front.

“Y/N… How much did you spend on this?” Luke asked with a frown. He wasn’t the best at math, but he knew working part time at a diner did not cover the cost of a top-grade bass pedal and personalised drumsticks, plus whatever she had bought Bobby.

“Yours just took effort, Patterson.” She said with a smile, and Luke raised an eyebrow. “I worked some extra shifts, ok? Now open your goddamn present or I’ll take it back!” She exclaimed, reaching out to snatch the gift back, put Luke held just out of her reach.

“I’ll open it! I’ll open it, alright?!” Luke yelled as Y/N reached over him, stretching for the envelope. “But if you take any more extra shifts, I will personally come into that crappy diner and carry you out.” He warned, and Y/N sat back down, her hands tucked between her knees as Luke’s fingers tore open the paper. He tipped the envelope rip-side down, a letter falling onto his lap. Luke lifted it up to inspect closer.

“What is it?” Alex asked, Reggie still engrossed in his own present to notice the expression of shock on Luke’s face as he turned to a beaming Y/N.

“Is this real?” He asked, looking up at her. Y/N nodded quickly, and within an instant Luke had stood up and lifted her off the ground, spinning her as he hugged her by the waist, Y/N letting out a squeal as her best friend spun her around.

“Ok, why is it that Y/N gets hugs without even asking?!” Alex asked, receiving a middle finger from their lead guitarist, and prompting Reggie to walk over with his arms open. “Don’t touch me.”

“Well, this is why no-one hugs you.” Reggie muttered, and Luke finally set Y/N down, passing the letter over to Reggie, Alex quickly at the bassist’s shoulder.

“Dear Miss Y/L/N. The demo album you recently sent to our label crossed my desk this afternoon.” Alex read aloud, Luke holding onto Y/N still. “Sunset Curve is exactly the new sound I’ve been looking for… Looking forward to seeing them live…” Alex skimmed through his narration, picking out the most important phrases. “Looking forward to meeting you, Chris Baxter.” He stopped, looking up at Y/N and Luke.

“For a second I thought that said Chris Baxter, like Fall Down Records Chris Baxter.” Reggie laughed, looking around to see Y/N, Luke and Alex staring at him. “Wait… Wait, wait, wait.”

“Y/N got Chris Baxter coming to our show.” Luke almost yelled from excitement, the realisation quickly dawning on his bandmates and causing them to race forward, engulfing Y/N in a hug, the poor girl trapped in the middle.

“Need… To tell… Bobby.” She muttered out, struggling to breathe, and the boys let her go. She grabbed their rhythm guitarist’s present from the table, pressing the letter to Luke’s chest as she left. “What would you guys do without me?” She asked with a grin, and Luke smiled right back, his eyes trailing after her as she rounded the corner out into the hallway.

“Watch out, Luke.” Reggie said after Y/N was gone, snapping his fingers in front of Luke’s face. “You were practically drooling all over my cousin there.”

“He was drooling, Reggie. Puppy dog eyes and everything.” Alex remarked with a cheeky grin, and Luke frowned at the pair.

“She’s my best friend.”

“So you’ve been saying for the past 6 years.” Reggie rolled his eyes, starting back on the trail mix.

“Because it’s true.” Luke stated, his eyebrows gathering close, and Alex let out a laugh.

“Keep telling yourself that… At this rate, Bobby is winning the bet.” The blond sighed.

“What bet?” Luke asked again, sitting back down, turning the letter over to re-read the words.

“Well, Alex said you two would be dating by 16. I said 18. Bobby said never. Whoever is closest wins.” Reggie said with a full mouth, and Luke sighed.

“She doesn’t like me like that. You both know that.” He said softly, running his fingers over the name printed on the letter: Chris Baxter.

She really was the best friend a guy could ask for.

Y/N’s night was nothing short of busy.

After presenting Bobby with his new Capo for his guitar, she found herself rushing around once more: to get herself ready in the backstage bathroom, slipping on one of the tops she had packed so carefully in tissue paper since Reggie decided to give her own shirt away, fixing her hair and makeup, slipping into a pair of shorts instead of the yoga pants she had been running about in earlier; to set up the merchandise stand at one of the booths with their albums and t-shirts ready to sell; to discuss timings with the front of house staff; to chat with the light crew and stage hands about special effects and a last minute draw up for one of the song’s, which involved a spotlight on Luke.

By the time people were filing in, Y/N had drunk three cups of coffee and downed four cans of Coca-Cola, knowing the worst thing she could do was burn out.

However, it all seemed to be worth it. The crowd was killer, with more people than Y/N could have ever imagined making their way into the Orpheum. It seemed to be bursting at the seams, and by the time the house lights were going down, Y/N had sold half of their t-shirt stock and two-thirds of the CDs, not to mention the chant that had started to get the boys on stage.

“Sunset Curve! Sunset Curve!” The crowd cheered, a few of the faces ones that Y/N recognised from school, some complete strangers, but all of them here to see the boys play. As another group of kids came up asking for t-shirts, the resonating sound of Reggie’s bass filled the air.

All attention turned to the stage as Y/N’s cousin walked on stage, beginning to pluck out an improved bass line, applause starting up as he placed his right foot down and the sound became more and more distorted: he was making quick use of his gift.

Bobby was next, joining in on a melody line for nothing in particular, walking on stage and sending a wink to the girls in the front that left one stumbling into her friends. His fingers were nimble on the strings, making the work put into the skill seem effortless, and the crowd began to clap along in time with the beat.

The claps brought in Alex, who sat himself down at the drum kit and started a steady bass, snare, hi-hat line, gulping down the lump in his throat as he looked out at the crowd, adrenaline taking over.

“Good evening Los Angeles!” He called into the mic, the crowd exploding into cheers and applause, the three members on stage sharing a smile. “Are you ready to rock?!” He asked, receiving a unanimous shout of ‘Yes!’ from the few hundred people that had crammed themselves into the venue.

For a moment, everything went dead silent, Alex, Reggie and Bobby halting their playing and leaving the crowd confused, only to then continue with the thunderous applause as Luke ran on stage, taking his position at front and centre as Alex tapped his new drumsticks together.

“One, two! One, two, three…”

The whole show flowed perfectly. The band started with ‘Now or Never’, moving quickly onto ‘Rest in Peace’ and ’The Anthem’, the second of which got the crowd jumping along as the boys sang together. The feeling in the crowd was electric, and as their third song of the night ended, Y/N was sold out of CDs and on the last of her t-shirts.

“Welcome, everyone, to the Orpheum!” Luke called into his mic, Y/N looking up at the stage as he began to speak. “It is such an honour to be playing here tonight, it really is, and before we continue, we just want to thank you all for listening and sharing in our music.” He called out, earning whistles and clapping from the crowd. “We’re slowing it down for this next one, we hope you enjoy… Unsaid Emily.” Luke announced, taking off his electric and switching it for the acoustic sat behind him. Y/N watched him as he fiddled with the capo, a plectrum between his teeth and his whole body shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, captivated by her friend so much it took a yell for her to tune back into reality.

“Sorry…” She apologised to the girls waiting, giving them the t-shirt prices and taking their cash with a smile.

“Do you know the band?” One asked, pulling her t-shirt over the clothes she was already wearing.

“Yeah, I do. In fact-” Y/N started, but was quickly cut off.

“Will you give Luke my number?” The second asked, handing over a scrap of paper to Y/N, who looked at the phone number with astonishment.

“And Bobby mine.” The first demanded, placing her scrap of paper atop the other in Y/N’s hand before they shoved their way to the front row. Y/N slipped the piece into her shorts pocket, serving the next customer as Luke began to sing, sitting himself down on the edge of the stage and serenading the same girls Y/N just met.

Another two songs later, one of them being Alex’s original ‘Coming Clean’, and Y/N had closed up the merchandise stand, allowing the audience to take over that booth while she made her way back stage. She swung her way round the stair bannister, breaking into a light jog to reach the wings, quickly attending to the guitars that needed re-stringed, and setting up the smoke machine for the final number, a song Luke had written only a week or so before called ‘Bright’.

“So here's your holiday.” Y/N looked up from the smoke machine as Reggie came to the last chorus of the song he wrote, their penultimate tune of the night, Luke harmonising with him. “Hope you enjoy it this time. You gave it all away, it was mine. So when you're dead and gone, will you remember this night? Twenty years now lost… It's not right.” The pair sang with Alex and Bobby on backing vocals, the crowd with their lighters in the air, swaying along as Bobby played the outro, Reggie running off-stage with the applause, busted bass in hand.

“Got a fresh bass, little cuz?” Reggie asked, taking a moment to catch his breath. Y/N tossed him a towel to wipe down his hands and face of sweat, tuning the last string on the second bass. The pair did an exchange, towel and bass guitar. “Fog machine ready?” Reggie asked, and Y/N gave a firm nod.

“Now get out there and seal the deal. I saw Baxter earlier.” Y/N explained, giving him a thumbs up as he ran back on stage, and she knelt down to start the fog machine as Bobby plucked out the opening chords of their closer, Luke coming close to his mic to sing.

“Sometimes I think I'm falling down, I wanna cry, I'm calling out for one more try to feel alive.” Luke sang, Reggie coming in with a mellow bass line. “And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home. Fight through the dark and find the spark. Life is a risk, but I will take it, close my eyes and jump.” Alex started on a bass drum beat, building up to the chorus, and Luke glanced over into the wings, spotting Y/N. She smiled and waved, quickly giving him a thumbs up as he continued. “Together, I think that we can make it, c'mon let's run. And rise through the night, you and I we will fight to shine together, bright forever. And rise through the night, you and I we will fight to shine together, bright forever.” Luke and Reggie sang over the screams and cheers of the crowd, Y/N watching on from the wings with a grin, Luke glancing over at her for a second time as Bobby took the next verse.

And for a second, she could have sworn Luke winked at her.

Y/N found herself busied for the rest of the song, packing up guitars while she kept a watch on the fog machine in her peripheral, refusing to look back at the stage until she heard the song ending. At that point, she started taking things from the stage area to the hallway by the side entrance.

“We’re Sunset Curve! Tell your friends!” She heard the band shout in unison as they ended their show, the applause alone enough to make someone’s ears ring.

She kicked open the side door, fishing her car keys out her pocket before hearing a polite cough to her left.

“Need a hand?” A deep, male voice asked, and Y/N looked over to find the voice’s owner. “Maybe you could point me in the direction of Y/N Y/L/N afterwards?” The man suggested, taking two of the four instrument cases Y/N had in hand, allowing Y/N to unlock the car’s trunk and place in the guitars.

“Might I ask who you are?” She quizzed, walking back to the side door, and smiling as one of the employee’s brought along the fog machine for her. She quickly picked hit up and waddled out to the car with it, setting it in carefully.

“Chris Baxter.” Y/N slammed the trunk shut as he gave his name, turning to face him with a surprised smile.

“Wow… Y/N Y/L/N.” She held out a hand, the man taking it and shaking firmly. “It’s... It’s an honour to meet you, sir.” She started, but he waved it off with a smiling, their hands dropping.

“No, it’s an honour to meet you.” Chris countered. “You had some balls coming in last week with that demo…” Y/N went red at his words, scratching the back of her neck.

“Traditional methods weren’t working?” She laughed nervously, and Chris grinned.

“No, no they weren’t. But blasting the album on a boom box in my record label’s HQ was certainly a risqué move, Miss Y/L/N.” He almost reminded her that her stunt the week before was a one-off thing, and Y/N nodded in agreement: she would never be doing that again.

“You did what?” Luke asked from the doorway, the four boys staring at her and Chris Baxter in shock, and her eyes widened, the girl quickly changing the subject.

“Sunset Curve, Chris Baxter from Fall Down Records. Chris Baxter, meet Bobby, Reggie, Alex and Luke.” She introduced, Chris walking forward and shaking each boy’s hand, unphased by their dishevelled and sweaty appearances.

“That show was… Absolutely terrific. I’ve already listened to the album three times this past week, and I didn’t know how you could top the sounds on that, but you all clearly can.” Chris complimented as he went down the line.

“The boys are, above all else, a live band.” Y/N chipped in with a nervous smile, begging the boys to say something, anything.

“Mr Baxter, thank you so much for coming.” Alex came back to reality first. “Your work with Pink Floyd on the Dark Side album was incredible.” He said with a smile, and Chris smiled back.

“I’m quite proud of that one, so thank you. And please, call me Chris.” He dropped the formality quickly. “Look, I won’t keep you. After a gig like that, you should all be out celebrating. I just wanted to say well done, and ask if a meeting next Monday would work for all of you? My label would be interested in signing you on, and of course you’ll be meeting with other teams… I just wanted to get right in there, show you all what we can offer.” Chris was blunt, straight to the point, and it caught them all off-guard.

“Did you just say…” Reggie trailed off from the shock.

“A record deal? With Fall Down?” Luke clarified, still rather astonished by whatever Y/N had done to get the biggest record label head on the West Coast to come to their concert.

“Hopefully more than one record, but yes.” Chris grinned, and Reggie had to nudge Bobby from his shock induced freeze.

“Next Monday is free for all of us, Chris.” Y/N stepped in, realising the guys wouldn’t do much good. “Shall we say 2.30?” She suggested, and Chris nodded, his hands going back into his coat pockets as he started on his way out the alley.

“You know where my office is, Miss Y/L/N.” He called back, four pairs of eyes landing on the girl as she took a shaky breath.

“You just…” Reggie started, but couldn’t find the words.

“Chris Baxter…” Bobby muttered.

“Best manager ever.” Alex assured.

“We did it…” Luke said softly, looking around his friends with wild eyes. “We played the Orpheum!” He yelled to the sky. The boys and Y/N soon joined in the shout, hugs shared amongst the team before they bundled together in a group hug, bouncing from the excitement.

“We need to celebrate properly. Tattoos?” Bobby suggested, to the delight of Reggie and the worry of Alex.

“The club on 6th?” Alex offered instead, and Y/N smiled as the boys tried to come up with a plan for their night out, slipping passed them back inside to collect the last of their belongings. The drum kit and amps would be a job for the morning, but everything else had to go, and as quickly as possible.

Where the guys were messy, Y/N was efficient and clean: the dressing room went from a bomb site to sparkling clean in a matter of minutes, which she packed into one of the boxes as a chap came on the door.

“Uh, Y/N?” The girl turned to see Rose, the bartender, stood in the doorway. “Tell the guys I loved the show. These,” she passed over a small bundle of cards no bigger than a credit card. “are for you. Record label execs, as Luke called them.” She explained, and the pair shared a giggle.

“Thank you Rose, I was just about to find you.” Y/N explained, slipping the cards into her back pocket. Rose left with a smile and a wave, allowing Y/N to head back out to the car, only to find that Alex, Reggie and Bobby had all seemed to have disappeared.

“Thought you could use the company.” Luke grinned, lifting the boxes that weighed Y/N down with ease, quickly slipping them into the back seat of her car.

“Luke, you should be out on the town, celebrating.” Y/N insisted, a hand gesturing to Sunset Boulevard and beyond, but Luke caught the hand in his.

“I’d rather help you out. I know for a fact you won’t let yourself have fun until everything is done tonight, and I have enough energy to power a jet plane.” Luke offered his assistance as his leg bounced and his hand locked with Y/N’s before he spun her under his arm. “Please?”

“Get in, Luke.” She responded with a happy sigh as she opened the driver’s side door, Luke bouncing so much on his way round to his side of the car Y/N wondered if he might have eaten a kangaroo by mistake.

“Do you want to stop for burgers?” He asked as they both got in, Y/N looking over at him with a smile and shake of the head, starting the car and following the alley to its exit.

“I swear to God Luke, you don’t stop eating.” She commented, but six years of friendship had made it blatant fact rather than speculation. “Are you sure you want to help me unload all this crap? You should be out with the guys doing something stupid.” She said, starting the short drive back to her house. She only lived a ten-minute drive from the Orpheum, though it never seemed like it. Her house was in the suburbs, tucked away at the end of a cul-de-sac away from prying eyes, and the change from city lights and gum-decorated sidewalk to perfectly-cut front lawns and uniform cherry blossoms trees along the road front made the drive feel like they were entering a completely different world.

“The quicker we do this, the quicker we both get to go out.” Luke shrugged, unable to stop his leg bouncing. “Music, can we at least put on some music?” He asked, opening Y/N’s glove compartment and rummaging through her CD collection. He quickly lifted a disk out and slotted it into the player, fiddling with the control panel of the car as Y/N tried to focus on the road.

The song came on as Luke watched Y/N with a smile, just waiting for her to connect the dots and respond to his song choice. It only took a few chords for her to get it, slowing at a stop light to quite clearly roll her eyes at Luke, who then decided to start singing to her.

“Left a good job in the city, working for the man every night and day. And I never lost one minute of sleeping, worrying about the way things might have been.” Luke put on the twang of the Creedence Clearwater Revival singer, throwing an arm around the back of her seat and leaning over to sing to Y/N, who was doing her best not to smile. “Big wheels keep on turning, Proud Mary keep on burning.” Luke sang right in her ear, and Y/N couldn’t help the giggles from erupting in her as she made one of their journey’s last turns. “And we’re rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river.”

“Cleaned a lotta plates in Memphis,” Y/N reluctantly joined in.

“Yes Y/N!” Luke yelled.

“Pumped a lotta pane down in New Orleans. But I never saw the good side of the city, until I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.” She sang along, pulling onto her road.

“Big wheels keep on turnin’, Proud Mary keep on burning.” They sang together, pulling into Y/N’s driveway but staying in the car. “Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river.” The sang in harmony, before both brought up air guitars to play the iconic riff together.

“Ba da dum, ba da dum, ba da da da da duhda da dum!” They cried out, both in fits of laughter as Y/N shut the car off, the only light nearby being through the windows of the garage.

“Guess that nonna is fast asleep then.” She said with a smile at her home, the lights all shut off. She glanced at Luke, who was wiping tears from his eyes. “You stay quiet, alright? That woman deserves her rest.” Y/N scolded pre-emptively, and the boy held his hands up in surrender.

“I love your nonna! I won’t wake her, mainly because she lets me stay in your garage.” He pointed out, and Y/N smirked, the pair getting out the car in unison. Luke ran to open the garage doors while Y/N headed for the trunk, lifting out a few guitar cases. Despite the weight of them making her posture sag and her hands hurt, she strode towards the garage, liking the idea of finishing the mundane as quickly as possible: not so much for a night out in LA, rather for some more time with her friends.

“You know, I can’t-” Y/N started to speak as she walked past Luke, setting down the guitars and beginning to sort them into their allotted spaces in the room, only to look back and find the boy frozen. “Oh, right…” She mumbled, forgetting that this was meant to be a surprise for him and Alex later.

Amongst other things, and while the boys stayed over at Bobby’s the night before to get in a last night of practice before the Orpheum gig, Y/N had ventured into the garage to start loading her car, only to be met by cobwebs on their equipment and excessive layers of dust on every surface. She was in the garage a lot, sure, but most of the time she was popping in and out to hear new songs or tell the guys about a new gig she had booked them. And with Alex and Luke spending a lot of time in her house, quite happy to keep her nonna company over lunch with songs and idle chatter, Y/N hadn’t been properly in the garage for a while…

What Luke was gazing upon was an entirely new room from the one he left the day before: the single lightbulb that had lit the place the day before was gone, replaced by string lights that looped around the walls of the room; with surfaces dusted and polished, their clothes neatly folded into a chest of drawers Y/N had brought in, the musical instruments hung up on the walls alongside posters of the boys’ favourite artists. The windows had been cleaned, the floors hoovered and bearing a rug Y/N had found in her attic, Luke’s sofa bed sporting freshly made sheets, Alex’s blow up in the corner in a similar state, an extension of her house’s landline sitting atop one of the shelves…

And a mini fridge installed…

“When did you… How did you…” Luke stuttered in disbelief, Y/N walking back round him to continue unloading the car. “The lights and the guitars and…” Luke tried to start again, falling short of what exactly to say, just watching his best friend walk by and store things in their new locations. When he had asked to couch surf all those months ago, when she had replied without hesitation, Luke didn’t expect much. Then she offered the garage as a full-time hub for the band, and offered Alex a place to stay after coming out to his parents went even worse than expected.

And looking at what she had done, how she had turned the dusty garage into something more, into a home… He was amazed by the girl before him.

“Y/N.” He stopped her for making her last trip to the car, a hand on her arm. The girl looked up and smiled at him, and he smiled right back. “Thank you…”

“Anything for you, you know that.” She replied, meaning the words. It had been the same way since they were kids. “Get yourself a soda, check the voicemail. It’s the number I’ve been giving everyone who wanted to speak with Sunset Curve.” She explained, making her last trip out to the car for the smoke machine and a few loose items. Luke did as he was told, grabbing two cans out of the fridge and glancing over at the phone.

6 new voicemails…

“This… This is crazy.” Luke muttered, cracking open the can of orange soda and sitting on the coffee table as Y/N put the last of their things away, coming to stand in front of him. He handed up a can, which she took with a smile, joining him in taking a sip.

“Crazy is the right word, yes… But it’s exactly what you guys deserve.” Y/N said softly, ruffling his hair before starting a walk around the room.

“I know but… this is crazy. We have a meeting with Chris Baxter, Y/N! All because of you!” Luke jumped up onto the coffee table, standing tall and spinning around. “We have a shot at actually… Actually making this stupid idea work!” He said with a laugh of astonishment.

“Luke, you and the guys earned every bit of this. You are all amazing, and Chris Baxter would be an idiot not to sign you.” Y/N reminded him with a smile, and Luke held a hand out to her. She took it, getting up beside him on the table. “To Sunset Curve.” She proposed, raising her can of soda.

“To making crazy daydreams reality.” Luke offered back, the pair clinking their drinks together. “You know, we should keep this up. Do more crazy stuff tonight! I mean, we’ve been lucky so far.” He suggested, the sugar quickly mixing with his adrenaline and getting the boy hyped up once more.

“What do you have in mind, Patterson? I can drive us along to the club on 6th, the guys are probably still there. Or get us a taxi?” She suggested, coming down from the table and heading over to top drawer of the cabinet the mini fridge sat on, not noticing that Luke’s eyes had settled onto her. “Look! Red Vines!” She showed him with a grin, taking one out the packet and chewing on it thoughtfully. “You know, tattoos don’t sound so stupid now that I think about it.”

“No, Y/N… I mean doing something really stupid.” Luke said softly, and Y/N smiled up at him, oblivious to what Luke actually meant.

“What? You want to go cliff diving? Reggie would be up for it.” She grinned, and Luke felt the breath leave his body.

He wasn’t sure if it was the soda sugar rush, or the adrenaline from the show, or some subconscious death wish, but Luke couldn’t stop himself from jumping off the coffee table, couldn’t stop himself from walking towards Y/N. She was so beautiful, so kind, so sweet, so funny… His best friend…

And Luke took her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers.

It was chaste, his touch disappearing just as Y/N was about to fall prey to her senses being completely invaded by Luke’s presence, her lips and cheeks tingling from where he had held her, her pupils blown from the shock, the attraction. She had never thought he would have liked her like that, but as he stepped back, surprised by his own recklessness, Y/N wondered why she hadn’t thought of him like that before.

In fact, as they stared at each other from across the room, both recovering from Luke’s actions, all she could think about was the past near seven years of friendship: every hug and hand hold, every joke cracked and song sung to cheer one another up. Her mind raced with memories of their road trip around California the summer before with the band, to their friend dates on the pier, to nights in the house or the garage, spending time with her nonna and Alex and Reggie. The nights they’d sleep over at each other’s houses, or the camping trip the guys and her went on at 15, the night she and Luke stayed up and named constellations in the middle of nowhere.

Suddenly, she was filled with an overwhelming sense of idiocy: because she had quite happily mistook her romantic feelings for her best friend as platonic… For years.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Luke muttered, running a worried hand through his hair, trying to read his friend’s expression, to gauge some sort of reaction. “Fuck…” He said under his breath.

“Don’t be sorry…” Y/N responded softly after a moment, and Luke’s eyes met hers. “One of us had to make the first move, right?” She added nervously, wondering for a moment if it had just been a stupid, heat of the moment, action.

“You’re not mad?” He clarified, taking a step closer, and another. Y/N moved towards him too, lifting his hand in hers and interlocking their fingers, admiring the way his hand held hers, the callouses on his fingertips feeling smooth and firm as they brushed over her knuckles.

“Not one bit.” She promised, looking up at him their hands breaking apart, Luke’s hands dropping to her waist, travelling under her shirt to hold her bare skin like they had a mind of their own.

“Good… Because I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” Luke admitted with a shaky breath out. There was a pause, both double checking with the other they were sure of their actions before Luke’s and Y/N’s lips found one another again.

There was an element of it that felt forbidden, the unspoken rules the pair had laid out for their friendship must have had a subsection that clearly stated something like this could not happen, but neither cared. The kiss was hungry, sweet, borderline desperate as they stumbled backwards and Y/N’s back hit one of the support beams for the loft space, rooting them in place as Y/N’s hands moved from his chest to his neck, her fingers finding their way into the back of Luke’s hair. It was still damp to the touch with sweat, his skin smooth and near silky against her fingertips.

All Luke could smell, feel, taste, touch, was Y/N. Her perfume mixed with the smell of her shampoo had short-circuited his brain, her lips on his had him feeling lightheaded, the way her fingers in his hair pulled him closer had him lifting her legs up and holding her up against the beam by her thighs.

“This is so stupid…” Y/N muttered as she pulled away to catch her breath, eyes fluttering open to view Luke, his attention taking focus on the crook of her neck as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin. Her heart was thudding, ringing in her ears louder than anything she had heard Alex play, and as a whimper passed by her lips without permission in response to Luke’s attention, she was sure he could feel the erratic pace against her chest.

“Really fucking stupid…” Luke agreed with a smirk, looking up at her with nearly black eyes, only a thin ring of green around pupil left. “If you want me to stop, tell me now…” He said, his hands moving up the back of her thighs to the hem of the shorts she had decided on that night. “Or now…” He offered, pressing his lips to her collarbone, following them up until his mouth found her sweet spot and earned a moan from the girl in his arms. “Or now?”

“You’re an asshole Luke…” Y/N muttered, taking his face in her hands and pressing her lips to his, shutting him up with a swipe of her tongue that had Luke’s mouth opening and giving in to her lips, her mouth, quite happily.

When Y/N’s hands found the way to the hem of Luke’s shirt, the guitarist walked them over to the sofa bed on the other side of the room, breaking the kiss to make sure he didn’t run into the coffee table. He pulled a face as he dodged the room centre piece, and Y/N burst into a fit of giggles that Luke challenged by dropping her onto the bed.

The action wasn’t the only thing that left Y/N breathless though, biting her lip as Luke pulled off the sleeveless tee Y/N had been tugging on only moments earlier. She had forgotten for a moment that when Luke wasn’t play music, he was working out, and had to take a second to register his toned body that matched his arms.

“Liking what you see, Y/L/N?” Luke grinned as he teased her, and Y/N pursed her lips, glaring him down playfully before deciding to join in on the game.

“You’re not the only one who looks good naked, Patterson.” She countered, and though she wasn’t quite sure she believed the words, she was on a high and wasn’t planning on slowing do whatever had begun. She quickly pulled off her top, throwing the white tee with the band’s name printed across the front to the floor by the bed and holding herself up on her arms as she leaned back a little, a plain white bralette beneath. Luke’s mouth went dry at the sight of her topless, his jeans quickly became tight, and he actually found himself blushing.

“Seems you’re right there…” He breathed out, leaning over her, one hand giving him balance as the other lifted her chin and brought his lips to hers. An open-mouthed kiss, Luke’s tongue was gentle yet demanding, taking control of the kiss as Y/N found herself lying back on the fresh sheets, and Luke found himself on top of her.

She wanted him, and in that moment nothing else seemed to matter. It was like everything else disappeared as her body melted into his: the only sounds she heard were his groans and her whimpers; all she could feel was the cool cotton beneath her and Luke’s rough hand against her flushed face; all she could smell was sweat and his cologne, taste the orange soda that lingered on their lips.

“You’re killing me here, Y/N…” Luke muttered through ragged breath as he pulled away, sitting back on his knees, kneeling. Her thumbs had found themselves running along the waistband on his jeans. “Have… Have you done anything like this before?” He asked.

It was clear exactly where this was headed.

“Not all the way… No.” Y/N said softly, her breathing a step short of hyperventilation, but Luke was very much the same. They both had experience, they had both dated in the past. Hell, Luke and Alex were even a thing for a while.

“Ok, so we’re in the same boat then.” Luke nodded with a gulp, and Y/N raised an eyebrow, moving to mirror his sitting position, inching closer.

“What about the red head? Last summer? Hayley?” Y/N quizzed, and Luke let out a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah… You were going out with that Nathan guy… Might have lied a little bit about what happened with her…” Luke admitted, and Y/N threw her head back laughing. In retrospect, it had made her rather jealous.

“Good to know...” She nodded as she spoke, coming down from the laughter, the pair falling silent for a moment. “You know… We do this, and everything changes.”

“I know…” Luke said softly, sharply intaking as Y/N’s hands came back to his jeans’ waistband.

Her hands made quick work of the belt, Y/N looking up at Luke as she unbuttoned and dragged down the zipper on his jeans, the material sitting slack on his hips. He stood up at the foot of the bed, Y/N not hesitating to push the material down past his knees, the clothing quickly pooling at his feet atop his sneakers.

“Shit, I forgot about shoes.” Luke whispered, trying to slip off his sneakers with his feet, only to stumble back and have Y/N quickly catch him by the waist before he fell over. “Shit! Sorry! Sorry…” He laughed out, managing to get off his shoes and jeans as Y/N quickly got her own mismatched converse off. “I feel like you’re wearing more clothes than me.” Luke said softly, looking her over as he strained against his boxers.

“Maybe you could help change that?” Y/N wasn’t quite sure where the sexual confidence was coming from, but she lay back on the bed, her head landing on the pillows as she looked down the bed at Luke.

“Uh huh… Yep. Definitely.” He nodded, his jaw slack as he got back on the bed, his hands coming to the button of her jean shorts and taking off the denim at record speed, revealing a pair of high cut panties that matched the white bralette covering her chest. “Fuck me…” Luke muttered.

“That’s the plan, handsome.” Y/N grinned back, and Luke took his eyes off her body to look into her eyes, to look at her smile and the way she held herself and how she looked at him the way he always wanted her to look at him.

“This has to be heaven.” He smirked, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek before reaching out to the side table to the couch’s right, opening one of the drawers and lifting out condom from an inconspicuous looking box.

“Not quite, but we’re getting there.” Y/N smiled sweetly, taking a moment to undo her bra and let it fall onto her lap, discarding it and her underwear as Luke rid himself of his boxers and slipped into the condom. “Are you nervous? I’m kinda nervous.” She admitted, and Luke leaned forward to kiss her again, gentle and soft. Whatever anxiety she had vanished as his lips touched hers, and with a nod for Luke to continue, her best friend moved onto the bed, his length lined up with her entrance.

As he pushed past Y/N’s folds, slowly but surely completely filling her, Luke let out a string of groans and curse words, all intertwined. He wasn’t alone in it, Y/N muttering her fair share of choice language as she became accustomed to his size, the slight pinch of pain she felt disappearing and being replaced with pleasure as her inner walls clenched around Luke’s member.

“Jesus…” Luke muttered, his breathing heavy, doing his very best not to ruin the moment by cumming from just the sight of Y/N below him, naked, moaning because of him. “Does that feel alright?” He asked, and Y/N nodded.

“You can move now.” She whispered, bringing his lips to her as Luke pulled out and started a slow and steady pace, filling her with each thrust. Y/N moaned his name into his ear, her hands threading into his hair once more as the pace picked up, only prompting them both to get a little louder.

The benefits of soundproofing the studio.

“Fuck Luke…” Y/N muttered, breathing heavier by the minute, her stomach forming into knots, tight and tighter in her abdomen as Luke’s thrusts became deeper.

The whole thing was slow and sweat: the heat outside only made the garage warmer, Luke’s forehead soon sporting a layer of sweat that had his hair sticking to it. Y/N’s fingers wrapped around and dug into his bicep as he rocked into her, the rolls of their hips synchronising and make for more pleasure shared.

It felt like a dream, for both of them. Luke never thought he would ever have Y/N as more than a friend, regardless of how he felt, never thought the goofiness and over-confident demeanour that had attracted her to him platonically would have ever translated to… This. Y/N had seen the girls and guys Luke dated, and while she wasn’t one to compare herself to others often, she realised she never made a move because she had never been Luke’s type before.

“Y/N…” Luke whispered, his own high fast approaching. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Y/N’s collarbone, nipping at the skin until it bruised, smirking at every moan he managed to elicit in response.

“Shit, Luke… I-” Before she could finish speaking, Y/N threw her head back into the pillows and let out a whimpering moan, her grip on Luke’s bicep tightening as the tension that had built in her stomach finally released in the form of euphoria, waves of pleasure tightening her core and leaving Luke to its whim as he moaned out her name, struggling to hold himself up as he spilled into the condom. They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavy and looking into one another’s eyes.

They had just had sex… Both admitted feelings of attraction…

The flash of headlights and the sound of a car rolling up had both of them freezing for a second before Luke quickly pulled out, Y/N scrambling to locate her clothes as Luke tied off the condom and binned it before finding his jeans. He tossed her over her t-shirt while she threw back his underwear, the sound of the boys’ voices quickly approaching the garage.

Y/N glanced down at the state of herself, opting to press a kiss to Luke’s cheek before disappearing into the bathroom to finish getting ready, leaving the guitarist to deal with his band.

“I swear to God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Alex said with a sigh as he opened up the garage doors to reveal Luke sat on the bed, fixing his shoes. “Wow…” He muttered, and for a moment Luke thought it was in judgement, that he and Y/N had been made immediately. But Reggie, Bobby and Alex walked into the room and started investigating the new layout, and Luke remembered than not an hour, he had been doing the same thing.

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Reggie said with a proud smile, and Luke fixed his shoe on before getting up. “Luke, where’s Y/N?”

“Right here.” Y/N answered, walking out the bathroom with her makeup and hair fixed, and fully dressed. Luke smiled over at her, and she smiled back before turning her attention back to the guys. “What, the club on 6th realise your IDs were fake?” She asked, and Reggie started nodding before Bobby slapped his arm.

“I’ve convinced Alex of the tattoo idea. But we can’t go without the two of you. We’ve got a taxi waiting outside.” Bobby explained, Alex shrugging in defeat.

“I suppose they’d look cool.” He said with a smile.

“Awesome! I’ll meet you in the car, just got to grab my bag… And fake ID.” Y/N said with a smile, Bobby and Reggie running out to the car as she quickly grabbed her stuff. Alex turned to go, stopping at the door and turning to look back at his friends, to look at the messed up bed, noticing the red on Luke’s arm.

“You alright, man?” Luke asked, the guitarist putting a hand on Alex’s shoulder as Y/N glanced over, the blond getting a distinct whiff of a sweet smell from Luke…

Y/N’s perfume.

“Oh my God, you guys slept together.” He muttered, the two freezing.

“Alex…” Luke started: it hadn’t been more than two years since they had dated, and a part of him worried more than one friendship was ending that night because of what he and Y/N had just done.

“You’re crazy to think-” Y/N chipped in, but was cut off by Alex letting out a yell.

“YES!” He shouted, clapping his hands together in excitement. “Finally!!” He grinned, and Luke and Y/N took a joint sigh of relief.

“Wait-” Luke started, but Alex was already gone to share the news with Bobby and Reggie.

“Bobby, you owe Reggie $50.” The pair could hear Alex calling, met by gasps and grumbles from beyond the door. Luke and Y/N laughed as Alex left, but as it died out, they were surrounded by silence.

Neither was sure what to say, neither wanting to stay in the silence.

“Luke-” Y/N said softly, looking up as he walked across the room and pressed his lips to hers. His hands pulled her close by the waist, her hands holding onto his shirt, pulled up to her tiptoes.

“I think we should talk a bit more about what we want to be… We don’t have to do it right away, but I don’t think that this was a mistake… Or stupid.” Luke whispered as he pulled away, Y/N responding by taking one of his hands and interlocking their fingers with a smile.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” She responded, letting her best friend, her something more, lead her out to the awaiting taxi, to their friends, with a smile on his face and joy in his voice.

Y/N Y/L/N was used to being overlooked by people, but in that moment, under the glare of headlights and with Luke’s hand in hers, with his kiss on her lips and her image in his eyes…

She had never felt more seen.

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Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

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It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

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