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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Elementary, Chapter Four

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x teacher!reader

chapter rating: E (18+ ONLY, oral (fem rec), unprotected piv, dirty talk??, unedited/unbeta’d)

word count: 4.3k

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“Alright, everybody. Please remember to fill out your reading log during the break,” you talked over a room full of distracted tweens excited for the upcoming Spring Break. “Am I talking to air?”

“I hear you,” Sarah answered your question as she approached your desk, her backpack slung over her shoulder. “And I wanted to apologize for last Friday. I was having a bad day and Jessie was making a big deal about me leaving the sleepover—“

“Sarah, sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize,” you assured with a kind smile. “Have you talked to Jessie?”

“Yeah, dad took me over to her house on Sunday night and we talked it out. I guess she was offended by me leaving, but I explained to her that I just get anxious sometimes and can’t—“ She sighed. “It just feels better being at home with my dad. I don’t have to try to be funny or cool or whatever.”

You smiled at the tenderness of Joel and Sarah’s bond.

“But anyways,” she continued. “My dad wanted me to ask if you were busy tonight—he still hasn’t gotten a new cellphone which, if you’re wondering, is why he’s having me act as the messenger.”

“Isn’t he coming to pick you up today?”

“No, him and Uncle Tommy are in San Antonio meeting with a developer or something like that,” she informed. “My grandma is picking me up.”

“Oh, well, you can tell your dad I’m free like always,” you chuckled and tried not to think about the fact that as today’s parking lot attendee, you’d have to come face to face with the mother of the man you’d been casually seeing for three weeks now. “Oh, and tell him he needs to get a new phone so you don’t have to play messenger anymore.”

“Trust me, we’ll probably be waiting years until he finally breaks down and gets himself one.” The two of you shared a laugh.

“In that case—“ You jotted your landline and cellphone number on a post-it note. “Here.”

“Miss? My mom wanted me to let you know that I won’t be doing any of my reading logs this week,” another student approached your desk and very sassily delivered his news. You chuckled out a scoff and fixed your attention on him while Sarah went back to her desk.

“Okay, Michael, why won’t you be doing your reading logs?” You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for his response.

“Because it’s Spring Break,” he defended.

“Yes, I’m aware. That’s why I didn’t assign any homework. All you need to do is keep reading at least a chapter a day of your book—“

“I don’t want to read my book. That’s basically homework.”

You gave him an incredulous look as you tried to gather what little patience remained in you after a long year of teaching fifth graders.

“No, Michael. Homework is what Mrs. Hill gave her students—a packet a day. What I’m asking if you is to do what you’re already supposed to be doing—reading a chapter a day of whatever book you want. That’s not homework, that’s just an activity.”

“Well, I’m not doing it.” He remained firm, mimicking your stance by crossing his arms over his chest.

The bell ringing interrupted whatever onslaught of frustration you were just about to bestow upon him, his smug smirk boiling your blood as he turned and shuffled out of class.

“Have a good break,” you called out to the rest of your students as they shuffled out of the classroom in a single file line.

“Hey,” Joel sighed out his greeting as he entered his mother and father’s ranch home on the outskirts of Austin. Sarah was sat in the living room on the floral loveseat covered in plastic while her grandfather, Paul, sat in his rocking chair fast asleep.

“How did it go?” Sarah offered him a smile as he rounded the corner of the loveseat to plop down beside her.

“Went alright,” he replied. “Got a good chunk of jobs lined up for me and the guys, so we’ll be good on work ‘til the end of the year.”

“That’s good!” She beamed, bringing a hesitant smile to her father’s face. Joel never liked to celebrate his successes—something he likely learned from his father. “Oh,” she tapped his arm as she remembered your conversation from earlier, quickly informing him about your lack of plans for tonight. “She also gave me her number to give to you.”

Joel watched as Sarah fished the note out of her pocket before handing over the crumpled up piece of paper.

“You think she’s home yet?” Joel checked his watch.

“Dunno,” she shrugged. “But grandma was talking about all of us going out for dinner tonight.”

“Oh, was she?” Joel looked disappointed by the sudden emergence of plans when he spent all day hoping that tonight would be spent just with you.

“Joel?” Mary, Joel’s mother, came walking down the stairs with a smile. “Bout time you came to see us.”

“I’m busy with the new company, ma, you know that,” he argued as he stood up to greet her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Busy with the company or with your new lady friend?” she teased with a grin. Joel whipped his eyes over to his daughter who already held her hands up in defense.

“My bad.”

Joel chuckled out a scoff before turning back to his mother. “It’s new.”

“And? That’s all you gotta say about her?”

“To you. For now.” Joel followed her into the kitchen, Sarah trailing shortly behind.

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Hunt her down and force her to look at your baby book?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he retorted with a mischievous smile.

“Joel Miller, I swear if you do not give me at least a summary of this woman—“

“Alright, alright,” Joel sighed and looked to Sarah who was beaming with amusement. “She’s Sarah’s teacher. We met at a parent/teacher conference. She’s…nice.”

“Nice?” Both women repeated the descriptor as if it was an insult.

“Dad, you’re basically in love. I’m sure you can find a better word than nice,” Sarah reasoned.

“She is nice. Everything else is private,” he argued.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out at dinner tonight,” his mother shrugged with a smirk. Joel turned wild in the eyes and shook his head.

“No, no, no. She ain’t—y’all aren’t—no.”

Sarah laughed at her dad’s fluster and looped her arm around his waist hug him. “It’ll be okay, pops. Just breathe.”

“Oh, to hell with that,” Joel shook his head again, turning to his mother. “I haven’t even taken her out for a real dinner yet, ma. I’m not invitin’ her out to deal with y’all.”

“Deal with? Son, we are as civilized as anybody else—“

“Ma, you got a plunger? I clogged the damn toilet!” Tommy shouted from upstairs and Joel gestured in his direction as though to prove his point.

“Well not here. We’re in the comfort of our own home,” she defended as she made her way out of the kitchen to help her son. “She’s comin’ tonight! Better go on and call her up.”

“Christ,” he sighed and stomped over to the landline, his scowl fixed on Sarah as he dialed the number. “If she never speaks to us again, it’s on you.”

“She’ll love us.”

Although it wasn’t what you were expecting for the night, Joel’s call to invite you out to dinner with his family was impossible to decline just due to how much you missed him. Even if you turned into a ball of nerves every time you had to meet “the parents”, it was worth it just to be in the same room with him, especially after the day you had.

At seven, Joel, Sarah, and Tommy came to pick you up, but for once it was you running late. You invited them inside to wait while you finished getting ready, handing Sarah the TV remote and watching as her and Tommy instantly started bickering over what to watch while Joel followed you into your bedroom.

“How is this the first time I’ve ever been in your room?” He found a seat on the foot of your bed while you sat at your vanity, finishing up on taming your hair.

“Because I’m old fashioned,” you turned back to give him a wink. “But also because I can’t seem to get you alone long enough to give you a proper tour.”

“I know,” he sighed and walked over to you, standing behind you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, the warmth and softness of his lips curing something that had been aching inside of you since the last time he kissed you. “I made a deal with my mom. She watches Sarah this weekend, and I suck it up and allow you to meet my chaotic family.”

“Mm, so I get you all weekend is what you’re saying?” You smirked at him through the mirror.

“All. Damn. Weekend.” He kissed your neck as a promise, your eyes fluttering closed as you relished in his proximity. “No interruptions. Just me and you.”

“S-sounds good,” you stuttered through your haze of lust and Joel smiled against your skin, seemingly amused by his effect on you.

“You got chills,” he rasped, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm. “That all me?”

“Just wait until you see what else you do to me,” you purred back, earning a groan of desperation.

“You two done yet?” Tommy called out from the living room. “We got places to be.”

“Save that thought for after dinner,” Joel mumbled against your cheek as he gave you one more kiss.

Five or so minutes later and you were on your way to the restaurant, nerves now replacing the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you thought about what his parents would be like. If they were anything like Tommy, Sarah, and Joel, you had nothing to worry about, but it was the uncertainty that drove you mad.

“You alright?” Joel stayed back with you as you pretended to have forgotten something in the truck, Tommy and Sarah heading into the restaurant to meet up with Joel’s parents.

“Just nervous,” you shrugged with a soft smile. “Anything I should avoid bringing up?”

“Politics. My dad’s a big Republican, so,” he winced. “But my mom is about as liberal as they come, so at least there’s that.”

“So I should stick to talking to your mom, then,” you joked.

“Come on,” he nudged his head towards the restaurant and laced his fingers with yours. “I’ll be right there next to ya, and as soon as we’re done with dinner it’ll be just us all weekend.”

You took a deep breath of courage and gave him a cheeky but bashful smile, bringing a similar one to his own face.

“God, I just can’t help myself—“ Joel cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to meet him as he leaned in for a surprising kiss, your hand finding purchase on his wrist to ground yourself.

“Mm,” you hummed as you pulled away from him earlier than he would’ve liked. “Let’s not stall anymore. Don’t want your mom to think I’m a bad influence.”

“She knows me well enough to know I’m the bad influence, but alright,” he tugged you off towards the restaurant with your hand in his.

As the hostess guided you through the busy dining room, you leaned further into Joel. He didn’t seem to mind the clinginess, his hand letting go of yours so that he could slide an arm around your waist.

“There y’all are!” A stout woman you presumed to be Joel’s mother stood up from the table where the rest of the Millers were seated, a big, dimpled grin on her face that resembled Joel’s.

“Ma,” Joel introduced the two of you by name, his eyes fixed on you as you shook her hand and allowed her to seat you beside her rather than next to Joel like you’d hoped. You gave Joel a nervous look from across the table as he sat himself directly across from you beside his father.

“It is so nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Mary fixed her attention on you. “Joel’s been pretty tight lipped about ya, so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well,” you chuckled nervously, but Joel’s reassuring eyes from across the table helped calm the frenzy of anxiety coursing through your veins. “I’m a teacher, have been for a few years now but this is my second year in Austin.”

You found it surprisingly easy to talk to Mary, her warm smile and sense of humor similar to that of her children and granddaughter. You told her where you grew up, where you’d been before coming to Austin, about what you liked to do in your free time, but mostly you told her the story of how you and Joel came to be.

Across the table, his father continued to remain stern and silent, only mumbling to his boys or to Sarah every now and again to remind them to use their manners. He seemed like a tough egg to crack, and while you were up for the challenge eventually, earning his respect today seemed unlikely.

“Joel, you ever tell her about your singin’?” Tommy spoke up from down the table, his question bringing a blush to Joel’s face.

“Yeah, I mentioned it.” He looked over to you and cracked the most subtle of smirks, no doubt remembering what occurred shortly after.

“Well, you gonna sing for her?” Mary asked with mischief in her tone, bringing an amused smile to your face.

“Not here,” he sassed, tilting his head at her mockingly.

“Why not here?” You prodded with a smirk, your foot finding his calf beneath the table. Joel gave you a chuckle and shook his head. “Oh, come on. Please?”

“Ya know, I pride myself on my ability to not cave into peer pressure,” he retorted with a quirked eyebrow, daring you to challenge him. You bit your lip and looked down at your plate, too flustered by everything him to look him in the eyes—especially given the current company.

“So, Sarah, how are you likin’ the whole dad datin’ your teacher thing?” Tommy asked, and the question earned the attention of the entire table.

“I don’t mind it,” she shrugged. “Maybe I would if it was Mrs. Clarkson from last year.”

“God,” Joel shook his head at the mere idea. “That woman terrified me and I’m a grown man.”

“Oh,” Sarah called your name. “Did you tell dad about Michael?”

“Michael? Who’s…uh, who’s Michael?” Joel’s jealousy was as clear as day, bringing amused grins to almost everyone’s faces aside from the ever stoic Mr. Miller.

“Michael is my student,” you clarified and eased his concern. “A shitty student at that.”

“Oh yeah?” Tommy asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, he’s—well, I guess I probably shouldn’t be saying this around you, Sarah.”

“I promise I won’t talk about it,” she replied earnestly and you easily caved.

“He is just the absolute worst. And his parents are even shittier,” you lamented with a laugh. “Today he came up to me while Sarah and I were talking at the end of class, and flat out told me that he wasn’t going to be doing the reading log during the break because his mom said so.”

“Why doesn’t he just fake it like everybody else?” Tommy chimed in but quickly received an elbow from his niece.

“I don’t fake my reading logs,” she corrected.

“Yeah…right.” He gave her a sarcastic nod and turned back to you. “I’m just speaking from experience. I never did any of that shit and I turned out…well, I turned out decent.”

“Yeah. Maybe I am being too demanding,” you shrugged, turning back to your plate.

“No,” Joel was quick to interject. “Don’t listen to Tommy—he couldn’t even get into community college. You’re the one who went to school for six years to do this. You know what you’re doin’, that kid’s just a prick.”

You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little bit as he stood up for you, his foot pressed to yours beneath the table acting as a sort of promise that he’d always be here to do this—to remind you of your worth.

“Thank you,” you mouthed just to him. “Anyways, it’s his loss—and yours too, Tommy. Reading is fun.”

Tommy mimicked your smile and chuckled. “I guess I’ll take your word for it.”

“Alright, don’t give your grandma a hard time,” Joel ordered Sarah as he hugged her goodbye in the driveway outside your house.

You watched the scene from the doorway, smiling at the way he swayed her and kissed the top of her head. If only all little girls could grow up with a father like Joel—not flawless, but as close to it as a man could get. There was no denying his love for her and vice versa, and the fact that you were being let into this beautiful family felt like nothing less than an honor.

“Alright, go on,” he ruffled the top of her hair with a playful grin. “I love ya, and I’ll see you Sunday night, alright?”

“Love you too,” she gave him one more hug before turning to you standing up the walkway. With a wave, she wished you goodbye as well, your smile widening at the gesture. “See you!”

“See ya, Sarah!”

Joel met you by the front door and watched Tommy and Sarah pull out of your driveway before he turned to you with an anticipatory grin.

“Well, just us now,” he husked, playfulness thick in his southern drawl.

“Whatever will we do?” you teased, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer.

Joel cradled your cheek and jaw with both hands as he leaned down to kiss you, both of you still wearing your grins through it. Walking you backwards into the house, you giggled into his mouth as you nearly stumbled over before he caught you.

“Clumsy,” he accused in a rasp.

“Your fault,” you countered and he laughed against you.

Joel’s hands traveled to your hips to keep you flush against him as he kicked the front door shut, your smiles fading as the kiss deepened into something so filthy even the humor of the almost-fall couldn’t penetrate it.

“God,” he groaned against your lips as he continued walking you through the living room to your bedroom. “I want you so bad, baby girl. Fuck.”

“Remember what we were talking about earlier?” you purred against his jaw as your kisses trailed down to his neck, Joel’s body pinning you against your open bedroom door. He hummed against you in confirmation and you smiled, taking one of his hands off your waist to guide it beneath the linen of your dress, his breath ragged as his fingertip grazed over your thighs until they reached the soaked lace of your panties. “This is what you do to me, Joel.”

“Jesus fuckin—baby, I need you,” he whimpered and sunk to the floor in front of you, his dark and dreamy eyes peering up at you for permission as he lifted the hem of your dress up. “Can I taste you?”

“God, you never have to ask,” you moaned back, taking the fabric bunched in his hands and holding it for him. Joel’s eyes dropped from yours down to the image right in front of him, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip at the sight of your white lace thong.

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind, baby,” he groaned again, his hands now running up and down the outside of your thighs.

The anticipation could have killed you, your chest heaving and skin prickling with chills from the simple sensation of his breath fanning over the wet spot on your panties, the lust in his eyes. Combing your fingers through his hair, you attempted to silently urge him on and he seemed to pick up on it, his hands sliding back up to your hips to hook into the tiny band of your underwear and slip them down your legs until they were kicked off.

“Baby,” he cooed as you draped one of your knees over his broad shoulders to open yourself up to him, his mouth watering at the sight. “I’m never gonna wanna do anythin’ else but stay right—“ He placed a kiss to your mound and your entire body jerked. “Here.”

His tongue swiped through your folds and you melted against the door behind you, your fingers gripping his hair now as you struggled to stay upright. Joel practically growled at your taste, his hands gripping your thighs as if he was holding on for dear life.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he tensed his tongue to circle your swollen bud until your arousal started to drip down your thighs. “That’s so good.”

Your praise earned you another growl, his tongue now flicking and circling, lapping and sucking against you until your thighs were shaking from the pressure building in your lower stomach.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, baby girl.” He sucked your clit and made you cry out his name. “Yeah, just like that. Keep sayin’ my name, baby. Let everyone know.”

“Joel, fuck!” Your orgasm was imminent, the tingling in your thighs that traveled down to your toes and back up your spine fogging any sense of coherency you may have once had in his presence. “I—fuck, I—“

“I know, baby. Can taste it.” He shook his head and flattened his tongue against your clit, his eyes meeting with yours. You wanted to cry, but the pleasure you were feeling was too consuming. The only thing you could do as Joel sucked your now throbbing bud into his mouth was to cry out his name like a prayer—some sort of wicked salvation that beat out any other holier counterpart. “Come on, baby. Cum on my tongue. Wanna taste it…every fuckin’ drop—“

“Fuck!” You crumpled to the ground, your back sliding against the door until you were kneeling with him on the floor, your body shuddering as you rode out the waves of your euphoria.

Joel was quick to act, guiding you down onto your back while you were still lost in bliss. He kissed your face as if you were his most prized possession, his hands worshipping the curves of your still-clothed body.

“Need you, baby,” he whispered against your jaw as he placed a love bite there, your head nodding to give him consent to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to you after that mind blowing climax he just gave you.

You only heard the clinking of his belt buckle before feeling his cock stretch you open, a choked cry slipping from your lips in time with Joel’s wanton groan. You peeled your eyes open and looked down at the place you were joined, delighting in the fact that neither of you were undressed, the neediness of the moment turning you both feral.

“God damn,” he groaned and let his head hang as he stilled himself deep inside of you after only a few thrusts. “About to embarrass myself. You feel too fuckin’ good, baby.”

“Don’t worry about lasting long,” you stroked his beard. “I just wanna feel you.”

“God, I—” He choked on his words and leaned over your body, propping himself up by his elbows on either side of your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his jean-clad ass to urge him on, desperate to feel him spill inside of you.

“Want you to cum for me,” you moaned, pressing kisses into the side of his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “Cum inside me—“

“Fuck,” he shouted as his cock thrust into you faster and deeper, your wetness squelching around him and filling the room along with both of your ragged moans. “I’m gonna—fuck, baby. You sure?”

“I’m on birth control, it’s okay,” you promised. Joel lifted his head to look into your eyes, his face scrunched up in something akin to agony but you were sure it couldn’t have been further from it.

“Gonna fill you up, beautiful,” he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. “Gonna have you dripping for me.”

“Yes!” His cock was hitting something inside of you that was making you see stars, your mind going back to that pleasure-dumb state you’d just been lost in, and before you had time to warn him, your walls fluttered in time with his cock spilling inside of you. “I’m coming, Joel, fuck!”

“Me too, baby,” he choked out through a string of profanity and moans. “Fuck, so fuckin’—you’re perfect.”

The two of you stayed there for a while, both of you turned into puddles of post-climactic bliss as you laid in each other’s arms. Joel hissed as he pulled out and rolled over onto the carpet beside you, both of you turning your heads to look at each other with wide, almost childlike grins.

“Be my girlfriend?” Joel choked out, nerves thick in his shaky voice. You laid there speechless for a moment, unsure of how to tell him that ever since you met him you’d been dreaming of the day those words would leave his lips. So, you kept it simple, a smile gracing your face as you reached over to hold his face.

“I would love to.”

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whorergal · 1 year

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SHE'S MINE

summary: you get attacked by ghostface but another ghostface comes in and saves you…

warnings: scream vi spoilers, language (cussing), blood, gore… typical horror stuff lol

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: this is my first ever imagine (and post) on here so i hope u like it >.< i want to write more so i’ll try to be active especially for ethan. also, this is pretty short so i wouldn't mind writing a part two :3

❗️: part three can be found here!

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You weren't in much of a party mood unlike the rest of your friends. Really, you haven't been in the exact mood in doing much anymore. Ever since Woodsboro, you had lost a part of yourself in the tragedy that haunted you. It was unusual especially since it was nearing Halloween, your favorite holiday, that you didn't want to participate in dressing up and getting drunk as a reward. You decided to stay inside your apartment that you shared with Anika, catching up on homework that you had missed.

Tara had made it her job to text you every so often, casually updating you on the party. After a couple more short texts, they started to become more and more hard to understand which made you laugh. At least someone was having fun.

When you sat aside your phone, trying to keep all your attention on finishing your notes, your phone began to ring. You furrowed your brows when you took a glance and saw it was coming from an unknown caller. Immediately you became paranoid. You let it ring until it ended, shaking it off as a coincidence.

Ghostface was gone. There was no possible way it could've followed you and your friends to New York City. Right?

Your phone began to ring again.

Maybe it was Tara, you thought. You knew she was drunk so maybe something happened and she was borrowing someone's phone. But why wouldn't she just use Mindy's or Anika's? You tried not to think about rational answers because you didn't want to feel stupid for answering the call when you knew you shouldn't have.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Hello, Y/N," the familiar voice said back. "You miss me?"

You should've known. Well, you did know; you were just stupid enough to think otherwise. "Fuck, no," then you hung up.

Instantly, you opened your contacts and went straight for Tara's number. But, then you remembered she was absolutely hammered which meant she probably wouldn't be much help in your situation.

You scrolled mindlessly until you landed on Ethan's contact, clicking on it instantly, seeing as he was someone you confided in the most. Mindy had already told everyone her plan tonight was to get shit-faced so you weren't confident in her being able to aid you in this; neither could you count on Anika as she would be with her.

It rang for a couple short seconds which felt like eternity for you, being panicked and all. You were relying on him answering because you weren't sure how long you had until something happened.

Luckily, he answered in confusion. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"E, I need you to come to my place now," you let out in a complete rush, the words almost slurred together.

"What?" he questioned. "Y/N/N, I can barely hear you. Are you okay?"

"Ethan, he called me. Ghostface called me."

The line went silent, only the sound of loud music and people hollering. That was until your phone began to vibrate against your cheek, startling you. You brought it down to your line of vision and saw it was the unknown caller. Or, should you say, whatever fucked up person that was behind the mask.

"Y/N, can you hear me?!" His voice came out in distress, worried something happened to you. "Hey, Chad and I heading over right now! Y/N?!"

"They're calling again," you stated simply.

"Don't answer it!" He was practically yelling into his phone at this point because he knew exactly what you were going to do. It was what almost got you killed in Woodsboro.

You didn't listen to him, deciding to hang up on him and use your remaining courage to answer the call. If you survived once, you sure as hell can survive again.

"What the fuck do you want?" You spat in anger.

"You hang up on me again and I'll paint your bedroom walls in your blood," they rushed out. "It would be a shame for your friends to find your mutilated lifeless body, wouldn't it?"

"Fuck you." You held back your wavering because although you weren't afraid, their descriptive threat made you nauseous.

"How about we play a game?"

"How about you fuck off."

"It's an easy game, Y/N," they told you. "You answer correctly and I may consider sparing your life."

You scoffed, getting up from your bed. "Fine. I'll play your stupid game."

"Great." There was a short pause. "Where in your apartment do you think I'm at?"

The confidence crumbled as now you started to feel the rising fear bubbling in your chest. "What?"

"You heard me," they said. "Where. Am. I?"

"Fuck," you mumbled to yourself. "Why don't you just come and get me, asshole? Are you too afraid?"

"The opposite." Their voice came out hushed.

Then, your bedroom door flung open, hitting harshly against your wall that it left an indent. Ghostface came running toward you, knife rose in the air, intending to plant it into your skin but you managed to dodge their attack, shoving them onto your bed as you made your escape.

You didn't get too far as they grabbed ahold of your ankle, making you face-plant into your wooden flooring. If the pain of hitting your head against the hard surface wasn't enough, the sheer agony rippling through your leg at the feeling of their knife digging into your calf was enough to make you scream. When they pulled it out, you grew enough strength to kick them in the face as you struggled to get up, finding all your energy diminishing.

Attempting to make a run for it didn't turn out well as you heard their footsteps catch up to you, causing you to throw yourself out of the way for their knife to go straight through the door.

Your apartment was pretty small. I mean, it only housed you and Anika so there wasn't much room needed which ultimately meant there wasn't anywhere else to go. Your kitchen was connected to your living room which was also connected to your hallway. It was all one open space. So, it was no surprise that they caught up to you again.

They managed to tackle you to the floor, holding you in place by stabbing you right where you had been previously, breaking through the stitches. You screamed so loud, you were concerned at the fact that your neighbors hadn't become suspicious at the sound. Where the hell was Ethan?

Them pulling out the knife hurt much worse, causing you to whine in return. But then they stabbed you in your abdomen once more, causing you to let out a choked sob. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to release the tension as you were physically helpless at this point. You reached down, feeling the blood coat your hand as you forced them to pull the knife out of you. Using whatever energy you had left, you kicked them off of you.

You used your entire arm to hold your wounds in place as you turned to crawl away. You weren't surprised to feel them grabbing your ankle, on the leg that had been injured which made it feel ten times worse, and drag you back to them. They flipped you on your back and stared down at you for a second until they began to raise their knife in the air.

Preparing yourself for the worse, you laid there with not much else to do, waiting to be punctured for what you assumed to be the last time ever. That was until they were thrown off of you by someone smacking them in the head with the wooden cutting board Anika used to cook you two dinner. Your eyes felt heavy but you couldn't help but widen them when you saw a second Ghostface, staring down their accomplice instead of you. The sound of the wooden board clattering against the ground caused you to flinch.

The one who had previously been attacking you was shorter than this new figure. You began to crawl away again, seeing as this short distraction gave you that advantage. You were bleeding out quickly, but you didn't want give up just yet.

You made it toward your counter, glancing at them as it seemed they were having a silent conversation. That was until the shorter one attempted to attack the taller one, using their knife but they easily intercepted the stabbing by grabbing ahold of their wrist. The taller one tossed the other one carelessly against your bookshelf, causing all your shared books with Anika to fall at their collapse.

It was funny to think you were now more worried about your books well being than your own.

You cowered behind your counter, carefully watching them in total confusion. The fact one of them was defending you, which seemed to go against their whole purpose, had rendered you frozen.

There was one last silent mutual conversation until the one with the knife shook their head in what you assumed could've been anger before fleeing the scene. You followed their figure until it was gone with wide eyes.

Your breath hitched when the Ghostface that practically saved your life turned to look at you. They didn't come near you, or really move at all as they stared into your soul. There was noise coming from somewhere in the building which caught their attention, making them turn toward your door and run out as well.

You watched in surprise. What the hell just happened?

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #scream #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x you #scream vi imagine #scream imagine

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igotanidea · 6 months

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Blocked: Dick Grayson x game streamer!reader

He's so clueless and concerned in this photo it just fits the whole plotline :D

***

„DAMMIT!” her sudden yelling coming from the game room got him on his feet, running inside immediately, in search for any possible threat to her life or health.

„What is going-?” Dick stopped in the middle of the sentence, his gaze focusing on her perked up ass in those devilishly tight jeans. The view he couldn’t stop himself from indulging in for a moment, even if it was as nice as it was confusing. „Babe, what are you-?”

„Damn the stupid Internet connection!” she yelled, flexing and twisting around her gaming computer, playing with some cables and plugs, desperately trying to fix whatever was broken and failing spectacularly. „I was supposed to post a new stream today! I was supposed to do a live! Screw that! Dammit! Why is it always happening to me!?”

„Y/N. Love--”

„Agh!” she groaned in frustration and just to make sure he was not going to be hit with something she might throw his way, Dick took a step back raising hands in surrender

„Princess why don;t you calm down for a moment and --”

„Calm down?!” she snapped ,twisting head his direction, fury in her eyes, blush of anger on her cheeks „How am I supposed to calm down. Redlotus95 is hot on my heels!”

„Red Lotus....?”

„I can’t drop on second place Dick. I’m serious! I’m not giving this little piece of shit the satisfaction of stealing my fans!”

„I think you take it a little bit too far, baby. It was supposed to be fun and relax, remember. What happened to taking things casually? Why the bloodlust?”

„Screw having fun. I am quite literally at war now Dick!”

„when did you became so competitive?”he frowned at her, taking a step forward and peeling the cobweb from her face. Clearly her head office needed cleaning.

„Since I was called a petty girl doing a in a men field!” she cried out, becoming exasperated in a second.

‘I’m sorry, what?” Dick blinked once, shocked by her words. Who in their sound mind, would ever dare to call his beautiful, wonderful and killer girlfriend such words. „gimme a name, Y/n.” he hissed, clenching his fist.

„Dick.”

„A name, love.”

„Can I please see Dick Grayson again?” she rubbed her forehead, the sudden change in his demeanor, his I-will-avenge-her-name eyes included, giving her extremely clear sign of which part of him, she was currently speaking to.

„What do you --? Oh, oh, okay, i get it. But babe, I don’t need to be Nightwing to punch whoever call you that name. I can still do it in my civilian version. I mean, have you seen my muscles?” he grinned, flexing his biceps. „Hands down I can beat anyone.”

„As sweet and chivalry as that is, I don’t need you defending my honour or whatever” she rolled her eyes, equally amused and annoyed. „I can do it myself but I freaking need a stable internet connection and new hardware! I can;t possibly work with this shit!” she had to gather all the strength she had to not kick the device.

„Y/N....” Dick grinned at her, showing literally all of his teeth.

„What--?!”

***

Computer store.

That was the what.

And damn, let’s just say that were advantages to dating a billionaire’s son, cause she definitely didn’t have to cut on the expenditure.

***

„How does that even work!?”

„Could you be quiet for a moment!”

„ But I don’t know how to use that! What do I do?! Y/N!! What do I do!?”

„You just sit here quietly and look pretty!”

„Oh, that I can do--”

„God!” she groaned, even though deep, deep down inside she was laughing at his beginner attitude. „Hey everyone” she turned to speak to her followers active online waiting for her live stream. Sorry for the little shouting and screaming. That’s what you get when your charming boyfriend try to get involve in your hobby” she chuckled a little.

The comments started appearing a moment after she explained the little commotion and Dick almost jumped on his chair, rushing to read them all.

„Oh, look Y/N! They say hi to me!”

„Mhm.. sure they do.”

„They can hear me now, right? I can tell them hi too?”

„you know I’m starting to question if you were really raised by Bruce Wayne, the CEO of the most advanced technology company in the country...’

„Hey that’s mean!” Dick huffed, his eyes still scanning the comments carefully, almost as if he was watching a villain during his patrol. „but I guess your followers think it’s cute. Oh!” he gasped and smiled wickedly upon noticing one particular message. „Been-there-done-that is asking if you can post a picture of me. Sure she can, I’ll be more than happy to show you my face and --”

She cleared her throat in a very suggestive manner.

„Sorry...” he send her that flashing smile again and turned back to computer as if keeping his eyes on the screen made the attenders hear him better. „Ok guys, listen up, before we start the -- um--?”

„Streaming session.” she gave him a prompt.

„Yeah, right, streaming session, I got one important message for you all--”

„Oh, no, Richard, don’t--!”

„Fuck you RedLotus95 for talking shit about my girlfriend!”

Youtube blocked her for two weeks.

She blocked Dick for ever attending her live sessions forever.

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x you #nightwing x you #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n #dick grayson fluff #nightwing fluff

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olderthannetfic · 11 days

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I hate to revive DNI discourse when it just ended on this blog but I often don’t think it’s as deep as people make it out to be and there’s a lot of, for lack of a better word, ~valid~ reasons someone may have a DNI. Like there’s absolutely contexts of “Kink Blogs DNI” disclaimers having an anti, swerf, etc undertone but sometimes I get it — for example I follow a couple of disability activists who post A LOT about incontinence, needing a caregiver, ETC who have stuff like “ABDL/DDLG/Devotee Blogs DNI.” Oftentimes that is not an indicator on their moral stance of those kinks, but rather them just being like “hey this is an activism-based journal where I post about incredibly personal things in regards to my own life, and while anyone has the right to read or reblog from me, if you’re clearly getting off to my medical needs or even if I get the vague impression you are, you WILL be blocked.”

Obviously that is an incredibly extreme and personal example, but I don’t think having a DNI boundary in your bio is ALWAYS a morality/discourse stance. On a much lighter note, I’m pretty active on Kpop Twitter, and there’s a lot of “RPF DNI” accounts there, and I think that’s more of a “I just want to post about my favorite band without shippers quote retweeting/replying to make it about their ship, and if you do so, I’ll block you. They’ve made public statements against these ships or about their real relationships and I am uncomfortable with people trying to dispute that.”

Oh yes there’s absolutely antis who hate RPF communities and all they stand for. But there’s also people who just straight up don’t want that on their account.

And like. As someone casually involved with RPF (i gossip about potential relationships with close friends and will reblog joke posts about it and will read it, but I’m not a writer for it and I’m definitely not someone who actually tries to speculate just how heavy the “fiction” part of an RPF ship might be), whether or not I choose to follow a person with such DNI depends on context. I keep my RPF ships/opinions off my main account, and even if I DO see a post that I would otherwise interpret as possibly shippy, I just won’t bring it up on said person’s posts, you know?

Damn this made me remember I have a DNI myself on one my accounts, 🤣 I have a minors DNI on one of my sideblogs. But I know I can’t prevent minors from seeing my posts or lying about their age or reblogging to a private sideblog or doing anything else that would go unnoticed. But once I do notice you interacting, if you’re clearly underage I’ll block you, just cuz I don’t feel comfortable with minors following my smutty fanart account even if I know minors look at smutty fanart, as someone who did look at smutty fanart as a minor. . .🎶Maybe I’m the problem it’s me. 🎶

No.

It's a stupid phrasing and no amount of validity in the criteria will make it less stupid.

No one here thinks they're always deep and meaningful. What we all say every time this comes up is that it's bad to conflate "I will block you if..." and "It is your job to research my boundaries ahead of time".

I'm not interested in people crying about how they like using an inaccurate term and everyone is supposed to understand what they mean. In practice, many people do mean that it's other people's job to enforce their boundaries for them. Validating this garbage terminology just encourages them.

It's a stupid, shitty term and we should move away from it.

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bidisasterevankinard · 3 months

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Inspirational Saturday

hi everyone, I was barely active cause mental health is a bitch and I wasn't writing for days, but today i finally broke this block and started a new wip I named "please, stop twisting knife(never wanted to cause your pain)" where Eddie is going to be engaged to a wrong guy for a moment and date this guy for longer moment, not seeing how he destroys his and Buck's friendship (Buck's insecurities and Eddie the king of denial Diaz are gonna be in the fic for long time) I was tagged today by @monsterrae1 <33 meet the moodboard and 966 words of angst I wrote cause I wasn't posted for a moment

“I still don't know how I can help choose the ring for the guy I met like …,” Buck tries to remember all the situations he was with Alec at least in one room, “3 times? And let's not forget he is not my biggest fan,” Buck says, trying to sound casual. But everyone in the shop, except Eddie, looks strange at him. “Don’t you think Chris, Pepa, Hen, Karen, Chim or Maddie, Bobby or Athena, hell even Ravi, could be a better choice? They at least know him.”

“And he would not be angry with you for spending time with them. Them not me,” is left unspoken, but Buck has to bite his lip hard not to let it slip from him.

Buck turns away from Eddie, who looks so beautiful and joyful admiring rings. His face has this pure happiness and smile, Buck would be drinking like crazy, like the most thirsty man alive, seeing the purest water, if it wasn’t the face Eddie has because he wants to marry someone else. The guy who made them strangers. Even if Eddie keeps trying to deny it.

They are not family. They do not have movie nights or dinners, or even fucking calls and texts between them. Buck, thank god to Chris’ stubbornness, has it only with a boy. Mostly calls or texts, of course, because dinners or movies are barely even possible in between Buck’s shifts, Chris' school and social life. Plus to it Eddie and Alec’s attempt to create a family by constantly having family activities, and Buck left behind so easily.

He is just a memory now. And he always would remember who he was all those years. Temporarily replacement of a missing part for the third member of Diaz household, while Eddie was getting ready to find someone to be permanent. While he was getting ready to let someone take this place to never leave again.

Really, Buck is not even surprised he was so easily replaced. Just some words from Alec about him wanting Eddie to spend less time with Buck, Buck saying yes man, no problem, and now they are here. Him being not even a friend for Eddie. But just a guy who he still works with.

Eddie can deny it how he wants, but they are not friends anymore. They are closer to being strangers than friends.

Isn’t it the most painful of all of this situation?

Buck thought he had Eddie on his side forever, but he lost him too fast. He couldn’t even say a word because Eddie is happy. And why shouldn't he be?

He has an amazing partner and the best teenager in the world as a family. They are adopting the cat soon. Eddie and Alec want to buy a house together because they started to talk about a new kid in the future, and they just want more space for their family. Family where Buck would not have any place because he is not wanting here by big part. And he wouldn’t even try to make Alec angry trying to be here.

Just the thought that he knows all about Eddie’s plans for the future from someone, not from him, makes Buck sick, like someone twisting the knife into his guts, so he tries to concentrate on the rings the seller shows them.

At least about the engagement he found out from Eddie.

But Buck wishes to hear it from anyone else. Seeing Eddie’s face today, when the knocks on his door was too long and too exciting, almost screaming in Buck’s face how he needed to find the perfect ring right now and Buck should help him, destroyed part of his heart he considered dead for weeks, maybe even months, to never be recovered ever again.

He felt and still feels the sharp blade opening his back, cutting out his lungs to get to his heart, sticking and leaving the knife in his almost non-beating organ.

Buck can’t stop thinking, if he would be staying alive a little longer after lighting, would it feel the same, or would a heartbreak by the man who had your heart in his hands for years be way worse? Should Buck buy the suit for his funeral and not Eddie’s wedding?

“Yeah, I could ask them, but it would make no sense to buy the ring with them as they are not my best friend and not gonna be my best man,” Eddie grins at him sheepishly and Buck just forces the smile he perfected for years, making people believe he is fine.

He never used it with Eddie.

“Best friends, huh? What I was doing for the last nine months, Eddie? What books have I read? What movies have watched? Who is my celebrity crush of the week? A year ago you would answer easily. Now you don’t even know I’m moving to the house I bought some weeks ago.”

It rushes through his brain, making Buck hate himself for being petty and not staying truthful to his words to always have Eddie’s back, even though he knows for Eddie it means nothing now, but not for him.

For him it was a vow he takes with him to grave. So he presses his little overgrown nails so deep into the skin of his palm that he almost feels like cutting through the skin, and says, “I’m proud to be your best man. Let’s try to choose the perfect ring.”

Buck swallows blood in his mouth from all the organs being crushed and chopped into bloody soup inside him when Eddie just smiles like he can’t see - and Buck hates that he actually can’t, that Eddie never saw him - how he breaks him and shows Buck two rings he likes the most.

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#tell me you cried please tell me you cried #why do you think there is three rings btw?#fic: please stop twisting knife(never wanted to cause your pain)#my wips #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911

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wishfulwithwine · 1 year

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sweet girl . five

Rafe Cameron x Y/N Thorton

Y/N was sick of being the goody two shoes - sick of everyone treating her like an innocent little girl.

How bad could a step on the wild side be?

No one told her how good bad could taste....

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

series masterlist

photo from pinterest

obxsweetheart wild girl summer activated

topperthat where are you?

johnb_pogue definitely wild *wink*

jj_mayTHATbank yes! corrupting the kook sweetheart

kiera4theturtles so much fun!

kookkingrafe wtf do you mean johnb_pogue

“Where the hell have you been?” Topper asked, standing up as soon as you entered the house.

Guess you weren’t so lucky with the sneaking in and out today.

It had been two days since the party when you finally saw your brother again. Yesterday, you had snuck back in the house and left quickly with a set of clothes and food, but didn’t see anyone then. Your phone had been swarmed with messages of where you were from Topper, Rafe and Sarah, especially after you posted the instagram, but you didn’t respond.

“With Kie. Why?” You replied casually, seeing him, Kelce and Rafe follow you as you headed to your bedroom to get another change of clothes. Kelce stood by the door, as Rafe and Topper entered you bedroom, watching as you unpacked your bag.

“With the Pogues? You’re hanging out with them?” Topper asked, scoffing. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, doing your best to ignore their presence. You could feel both your brother’s and Rafe’s stare intently on you.

“Yea” You replied. “I’m going to take a shower, so unless you want to watch your sister get naked, please leave”

“Fine” Topper said, storming off angrily while Kelce followed him leaving the room. Rafe stayed, getting you to make eye contact with him.

“Rafe, leave” You said, giving him a raised eyebrow.

“Why? I want to see his sister naked” Rafe said, smirking. You rolled your eyes in disbelief.

Was he seriously going to act as if nothing happened?

“Because you don’t have that right anymore. We’re not together anymore” You replied, ignoring his presence again as you went to get you bathroom stuff.

“What? Why aren’t we together? What happened? Why did you leave the party? Why haven’t you been replying to my messages?” Rafe asked, growing concerned.

“You don’t remember making out with another girl at the party? Let me remind you: brunette with a mini orange dress” You stated, before going into the bathroom and slamming the door in his face, making sure to lock it so he didn’t break it down.

Hearing the shower turn on, Rafe took a deep breath, trying to calm himself from the war of emotions going through his body. If anyone saw him, he knew he’d be red in the face with a vein popping out. He felt himself visibly shake.

He needed to calm himself before he saw your brother and Kelce.

He went downstairs, thinking back on his memories of the party, as he paced.

“Hey, what happened at the party? Did I hook up with someone?” Rafe asked Topper and Kelce.

“Oh yea, you were all over this Touron. She was hot” Kelce said, patting Rafe on the back.

“I-I don’t remember” Rafe said, putting his palm to his forehead. Topper looked at him oddly, but didn’t think much of it.

“Probably cause you were coked out. Doesn’t matter, right? You do this all the time” Topper said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve got a bigger problem. I don’t know why Y/N is hanging out with the Pogues now”

“She’s best friends with Kiera still, and isn’t she doing that wild girl summer thing?” Kelce tried to reason, looking at Rafe who looked distracted.

Fuck! what the hell did he do?

As they discussed why you were absent, you changed and got ready to go hang out with the Pogues all day. The conversation and expression of Rafe’s face, you couldn’t get out of your head as you took a shower and got ready.

Why did you have to have feelings for someone like Rafe? Why did it have to be him?

“Y/N! Oh no, you’re not leaving here until we talk” Topper shouted at you as you tried to leave again. You rolled your eyes, stopping on the front porch, crossing your arms in front of you.

John B’s Twinkie was waiting, which meant that he could see what was going on.

“We don’t have anything to talk about” You replied.

“Yes we do. Where are you going? Sarah wanted to get dresses with you” Topper said, trying to convince you to stay. You sighed, hearing John B’s door close. The boys’ stare switched from you to him, and you could practically cut the tension with a knife. Rafe stepped closer to you, balling his hands into fists.

Shit, well this won’t end super well.

“I’m going surfing. Kie and everyone else are waiting for me. I’ll go dress shopping tomorrow with Sarah” You said, and felt John B’s arm around your shoulder, rubbing it casually.

Rafe glared, and you could feel the heat, as you avoided his eyes.

“Are you hooking up with my sister?” Topper said, getting angry as he looked between you and John B, walking closer to John B.

“If I was, it’s not your business. She can fuck whoever she wants” John B said, smirking, as I tried to pull John B to the car.

“No. My sister is not fucking a dirty pogue” Topper said, pushing you away, hard enough that you hit the wall.

“What the fuck? Get off her!” John B said angrily, as Topper realized what he did and backed away, letting you and John B go. You locked eyes with Rafe, eyes tearing as John B drove you two away.

“Are you insane? Now she’s definitely not coming back” Kelce said, looking at Topper.

“Fuck” Topper said, pacing, as Rafe buried himself in his thoughts.

Did you really sleep with a pogue?

“Finally! What took so long?” Kie asked, as you and John B made it to the beach.

“Just got held up by my brother” You said, shrugging your shoulders and John B raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yea, physically held up” He added, and you groaned, knowing they’d all make a big deal out of it.

“What?! I’m going to kill him” JJ said, angrily.

“He just got mad because he thinks I slept with John B and John B said it wasn’t his business” You replied.

“He shoved you against a wall. That’s not nothing” John B said, and you slapped his arm.

“It isn’t any of his business and he shouldn’t have done that” Kiara said, and you shrugged.

“It’s fine. Honestly. Can we just drop it and surf?” You said, and they all reluctantly agreed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kiara asked, when you two were alone.

It was a few hours later, and you were chilling on the sand, watching the boys surf more. You weren’t great at surfing, but you liked just sitting on the beach.

“Yea, just annoyed. Like I know my brother wants what’s best for me, but he’s just so in his own little world sometimes and he definitely has some anger issues. I love him, I’d do anything for him, but I hate when we fight” You said, with a sigh.

“Yea, I feel the same way with my parents” Kiara said, nodding.

“Are you and John B like together now?” She asked, looking over.

“I don’t think so. We’ve never discussed it. It was only that first night. I was upset about some things that happened at the party and got carried away” You said, with a shrug.

“You might want to talk to John B about it” She replied, and you chuckled, nodding as you both looked out and watched the boys surf.

“I guess so. I don’t know if I want more than friends, so I wouldn’t want to hurt him if he does. How are you and Pope?” You asked, changing the focus off of you, and she blushed.

“We’re - we’ve kissed but I mean, we don’t want to wreck the pogue friendship you know? We have this rule to not mack on other Pogues” She replied. You chuckled.

“That’s cute. I get it” You replied, grinning at her.

In the distance, you heard a motorcycle engine and your stomach churned.

“Is that - is that Rafe?” Kiara asked, annoyed as she looked behind you. You turned, seeing Rafe get off his bike and come quickly towards you.

“Hey. You need to come with me” Rafe said, hurriedly. You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head in confusion.

“Uhm, no I don’t” You replied.

“It’s Topper. Please. Come on” Rafe said, nodding his head over. His eyes were pleading with you, and for some reason, you couldn’t say no to him.

“Fine” You said, before looking at Kie. “Tell the boys I said bye” You said, grabbing your bag before leaving the beach.

You got on the back of Rafe’s bike and wrapped your arms around his waist, as he drove you two out of the Cut.

“What are we doing here? Where’s Topper?” You asked, when Rafe parked next to a deserted dock. There was nothing and nobody around, and you started to have a sinking feeling this wasn’t about Topper.

“I lied. I needed to talk to you” Rafe said, and you groaned, getting increasingly annoyed.

“What Rafe? What do you need to talk to me about?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

If you could your glare would burn him alive.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even remember what I did. I’m so sorry. I don’t remember anything about you left for the bathroom, and I barely remember that. I didn’t mean to cheat on you. I didn’t want, and don’t want to ever be with anyone else but you” He said, pleading. You could tell he was genuine, but you were still mad of course.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t get so coked out that you don’t know what you’re doing” You replied.

“I’ll stop. I’ll stop it for you. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m so sorry, sweet girl” He said, putting his arms gently on your arms. Shaking them off, you turned around from him.

If you looked at his face any longer, you knew you would fall immediately into his arms.

You had to be stronger than that.

“God Rafe, no. Do you know how hurt I was? Seeing you all over some other girl. I couldn’t even tell anyone I was upset!” You said, tearing up.

“Sweet girl, I’m so sorry. Please, please, sweet girl. Take me back I’m so sorry” He said, beginning to kiss all around your face. His voice was cracking with emotion, and you saw tears in his eyes as well as he took your face in his palms.

“Rafe, you can’t - we can’t just get back together after an apology. You cheated on me! And you were too high to even remember it” You said.

“Exactly! It doesn’t mean anything. Please. I’ll stop the drugs. I’ll do anything” He said, truthfully. You rested your forehead on his chest, crying.

Why were emotions so hard?

“What would you do if I had done that to you?” You asked, looking up at him. You felt his whole body stiffen, holding you tighter.

“I’d kill him. I’d kill him for touching what’s mine” He said, in a soft gravely tone, that sent chills up your spine.

When do you tell him you slept with John B? Would he kill him?

“I promise you I didn’t mean to. I’ll stop the drugs. Just please don’t end us. Please, I can’t-” He pleaded.

“Fine. Fine! God Rafe, but if you screw up-“ You tried to say but were interrupted by his lips on yours, passionately kissing you and simultaneously taking your breath away.

“Oh sweet girl, I promise” He mumbled against your lips, as he held you close to him, wrapping his arms around you, trying to feel all of you.

“I missed you” He said, holding you tightly. “I’m so sorry”

“I know, Rafe” You replied, with a sigh.

“Do you want to come home with me?” He asked.

“Yea, might as well talk to Topper” You said, with a shrug.

“Yea he’s been going insane. Did you - did you really sleep with John B?” Rafe asked, and you sighed, looking down at the ground.

“I- I did. I was hurt, and drunk,” You replied, as you felt his body tensing. “But it didn’t mean anything. I was just trying to forget. I was so angry and hurt by you”

“Fuck.. Fuck. John B. A pogue, really?” Rafe said, pacing around. You sighed.

“You made out in front of all of our friends with a touron and you don’t even remember it!” You said, annoyed.

“Fine, fine. I’m sorry. I just-” Rafe said, wringing his hands

“Can’t stop picturing it? Yea, that’s why I did it. I couldn’t get you out of my head” You replied. Rafe sighed, coming back to you an pulling you into his arms.

“It meant nothing?” He asked, confirming.

“Nothing. Nowhere near as good as you” You said, hoping it would boost his ego enough to let it go. He smirked, pulling away from you to see your face. His hands wandered down to your hip holding you close, tilting your pelvis so your hips were aligned.

“I might need some help forgetting” Rafe said, turning you around and pushing you up against the bridge wall. It was covered, so all it would look like would he a guy standing behind his girlfriend. His hands discreetly unzipped his shorts, as he moved your bathing suit bottoms to the side before thrusting in.

“Oh god, your pussy squeezes me so tightly. Did he even fuck you? She missed me so much” Rafe whispered in my ear, as you tried to hold in your moans, as you held onto the bridge wall. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be anyone around for miles.

“Rafe” You whispered, trying to hold on.

“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re mine. only mine. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way” Rafe said, possessive. “This pussy, this beautiful perfect pussy is mine. Tell me it’s mine. Tell me it’s mine, and you’ll get to cum”

“It’s yo-yours. All yours” You whimpered, as he moved a hand and teased your clit.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Cum all over my cock. Claim it. It’s all yours” Rafe said, and soon, you were falling over the edge. Rafe followed soon, his seed trickling down your leg.

“You’re mine, sweet girl” He said, panting in your ear.

“I’m yours, Rafe Cameron” You said, turning to kiss him deeply.

“Y/N!” Topper shouted, as he rushed over to you when you got off Rafe’s bike and gave you a big hug. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“-You just got really angry and overreacted?” You answered, breaking apart the hug.

Kelce and Sarah stood behind him, watching you and your brother, as Rafe stood next to them. You took a quick glance to Rafe, locking eyes before looking back at your brother. “I forgive you, but don’t do that again. You don’t have a right to be mad at who I sleep with”

“No, no…You were right. I just- you’re my sister and I can’t help but be overprotective sometimes” Topper said, and you chuckled, smiling.

“Of course I’m right” You teased. “But I understand. I love you too bro” You replied, giving him a quick hug before you all entered the house.

“Thank you man for getting her back” Topper whispered to Rafe, patting him on the back as they all entered the house

“No problem” Rafe replied, as they all ended up in the kitchen.

“Well now that you’re back, let’s go shopping for midsummer’s dresses. Are you going with John B?” Sarah asked, causing everyone to tense up, anxiously awaiting your response. You looked over at Rafe, who’s whole face was tense.

“No… I don’t have a date yet” You replied.

“Oh! Well why don’t you go with Rafe? He’s not going with anyone and that way the whole group will be together” Kelce said, looking around. Rafe locked eyes with you.

“I’d be honored to be your date” Rafe said, staring at you, with a small smile on his face.

Topper and Sarah looked between the two of you, both of them trying to figure out if they hated or loved you two together for midsummers.

“Sounds fun to me” You replied, smiling, watching a broader smile spread on Rafe’s face.

“Ok! Now let’s go get dresses while the boys get their suits” Sarah said, grabbing your hand as you all made your way to Topper’s car. Sarah sat in front, while you, Rafe and Kelce sat in back.

The shop you went to had both suits and dresses, so while the boys got their measurements, you would try on dresses.

“Anything you like?” Sarah asked, looking through the racks.

“A few, but nothing great” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Why don’t we try on some dresses and see. Sometimes they look better on” Sarah said, and you nodded, bringing the dresses into the fitting room. You had five, but none of them were great on the hanger so you hoped something would look better on.

“Okay I like this!” Sarah said, as you stepped out to see both of yours and her dresses.

“I love yours! The style’s pretty, but maybe in a different color? I thought I saw it in white” You said, as you looked at her dress.

“Yes! That would be great. Yours, well… it’s not bad” Sarah said, shrugging her shoulders.

“What’s not bad?” Rafe asked, coming over to you two, assuming he was done with the fitting as he sat down in the waiting chair.

“The dresses just aren’t great” You said, looking at the dresses.

“Well then why don’t we go to another store? Topper and the guys are almost done with their measurements so Sarah can stay here with them while she gets her dress, and then they’ll meet us at the next store �� Rafe offered, and you smiled.

“Oh look at you being nice. Where’s my annoying brother? But yea! I’ll see you soon” Sarah said, with a smile, as you nodded.

“Alright, what about here?” Rafe asked, going into a more high end dress store.

“Well it’s a little bit more expensive than I was thinking” You said, thinking about price tags.

“I’ve got it. Don’t worry about it” Rafe said, leaning down to kiss you. You smiled, kissing him back.

“God I’m so happy you’re mine again” Rafe said, as he kissed you again before he followed you to look at dresses. You bit your lip from holding your wide smile, as he looked through the racks with you, picking out some dresses to add to your selection.

If only the rest of OBX saw the Rafe you saw.

“Rafe, can you come here?” You asked, struggling to get the zipper up one of them.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, getting out of his seat from where he was waiting for you to try on the dresses.

“The back, are the straps right?” You asked, as he walked over, opening the curtain to peek in.

“Oh wow. You look.. incredible. Beautiful” He said, taking you in.

“Thanks, this is one of your picks, right?” You replied, with a blush evident on your face, smiling.

“Yes, I - I don’t think I can make it through midsummers with you in this dress though” He said, and you shook your head.

“Can you fix the straps though? I want to come out and see it in the bigger mirror. I think I like this one best” You said.

“Anything on you looks beautiful” Rafe said, kissing your shoulder, before finishing up the straps.

“What are you doing in my sister’s dressing room?” Topper asked, as him, Kelce and Sarah walked into the dressing room area.

“Calm your tits, he’s fixing the straps on the back of my dress” You said, before you and him left the dressing room to look at the dress in the larger mirror.

“Oh my gosh, that’s stunning on you! You need to get it” Sarah said, twirling you around as everyone stared at your dress.

“You do look gorgeous, Y/N” Topper said, smiling.

“Thank you Topper” You replied, before turning to Rafe. “Any color suit will go with white”

“Good” Rafe stated, simply nodding while he stood with his arms crossed, just watching you

You were beautiful in that dress - not just in that dress, of course, but you thought you looked beautiful, so you radiated confidence. Rafe couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe x oc #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe #rafe obx #obx #obx smut

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mixelation · 9 months

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brainworms of the day: reborn au con shenanigans

i posted before about tori and kakashi going to a ninja fiction con like a tired older sibling taking his kid sister to a con. and i like the idea of them repeating this, because like. kakashi isn't super into interacting with fandom but he likes merch and he gets a kick out of seeing cosplays, and tori likes company and kakashi is pretty cill when he's not actively being a troll. so cons are like Their Thing and kushina gets very mushy over the idea of them bonding so obviously minato always gives them the time off

anyway i had some thoughts for shenanigans

thought one: minato canonically really likes icha icha and i think he deserves to have some fun. at first i was like "i don't think the hokage gets many vacation days, and surely if he DID take a vacation he'd spend it with his family?" but then i remembered he can teleport. minato takes days off all the time with the idea his assistant will just summon him back if there's a problem. he shows up unannounced in a pair of sunglasses

minato: i'm incognito :)

random passerby: the fourth hokage and hatake kakashi group cosplay? this place gets less and less original every year

kakashi and tori are unsure of this addition to their group because this is Their Thing. kakashi gets over it pretty quick because he does like getting casual time to hang out with minato, actually, but tori is annoyed because first of all. how is she supposed to behave normally* if her boss is here. secondly now everyone keeps asking her why SHE'S not in matching cosplay.

minato: do you want my cloak? lotta people in cloaks

tori: NO I DON'T, ACTUALLY

*everyone who knows tori would like to point out that the only change in her behavior is a 15% reduction in swearing.

anyway i am getting a kick out of imagining actual hokage and infamous ninja namikaze minato waiting in the same-day registration line. squatting in a two hour line to get into one of the big panels. taking photos with other minato cosplayers. holding back tears because there's a fourteen year old kakashi cosplayer with a sERVICE DOG ALSO IN COSTUME!!!!!!!!

thought two: sasori crashes a con because he wants to pass on intel about orochimaru or soemthing

tori: oh my god WHY are you HERE

sasori: because you're closer than deidara >:(

tori: no i mean, in public? in the crowded dealER'S ROOM?

sasori: who's going to notice?

(a group of sasoris in ugly wigs pass by)

anyway the true shenanigan-y part of this is that initially kakashi thinks a weird 25 year old man is chatting tori up. which like. yes? technically true? but kakashi thinks this is just tori falling for the wiles of a hot cosplayer and that he needs to intervene immediately because she's FIFTEEN, you PERVERT--

kakashi: hi :) who's this :)

tori, feeling her spirit leave her body: he likes my sasori fic

sasori:

sasori, in pain: yup. i. do. that's what this is.

kakashi: oh :) how nice :) then i'm sure you won't mind me standing here while you chat :) sharpening my kunai which are totally just props :)

thought three: i think in her later teens/early twenties, tori starts falling back on I HAVE A BOYFRIEND really frequently to get out of conversations. like in theory the card is for "a guy is hitting on me" but she'll also play it for "someone is talking to me and i don't want them to be."

in konoha this strategy works because even if you were just telling her the cafe is closing in five minutes, "but i'm waiting for my boyfriend, uchiha itachi :(" is enough to give this random poor employee pause. these words have meaning in konoha. however i think there's some Shenanigans to be had for her doing this without thinking about it at a con where context is very different.

man she's trapped with bc they're in line and he won't stop trying to get her to give him her room number: boyfriend? prove it.

tori, exasperated: (pulls out a photo she keeps on her)

man:

man: that's uchiha itachi

tori: exactly

man: .....you honestly expect me to believe that? you clearly just have that on you because you're a fan

tori: .....fuck

for bonus shenanigans repeat a similar exchange but it's at a kitty girl stabby ninja con so itachi is there and immediately wonders up afterwards with like. cat ears on.

man: (eyes darting back and forth between the photo and itachi himself, terrified)

itachi: the food options weren't great but i brought you some bread. did the line move?

man: (now looking around to see if anyone ELSE has noticed this)

tori, very blatantly taking his hand: no they just made us rearrange to stop blocking the hallway

itachi: i see

man: (FLEES THE LINE)

thought four: something cute

i don't want tori to be as well known as deidara/itachi in civilian circles, mostly because it'd be funny. but also i don't think she's as flashy as them and a lot of the stuff she does relies on her not being recognizable. and i like the humor of interacting with itachi/deidara stans and cosplayer who just don't recognize her. so there isn't much in the way of tori cosplay/fic/etc even when she's older and has her own Reputation among actual ninja. but okay. imagine. at the ONE con tori can't make there's a lone tori cosplayer. she's sort of haunting the place-- obviously socially awkward and shy. kakashi loses his mind. he summons minato. minato brings kushina. they bother this girl for like hours and low-key make her day even though it's also kind of scary?

kushina has to physically hold tori back from stalking her after she sees the photos. SHE'S JUST GOING TO BREAK INTO HER HOME AND SEE WHAT FANFICTION SHE'S READING NOTHING VIOLENT OR SCARY--

#reborn au

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synf3ll · 9 months

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unpopular opinion, apparently, but it is so rude and unnecessary to say that people who consider their F/Os important in their lives are stupid and need to get other hobbies.

recently, a poll went around that asked about whether or not having an F/O is considered cheating to an IRL partner. the poll in-and-of itself is completely fine and respectful, but some of a lot of the notes on it were very disrespectful.

(everyone in this post being used as examples has their usernames cropped out -- they do not deserve direct harrassment, please do not go seeking them out. i don't mean to single out these people specifically, i am only using their comments because i remembered them and feel they're good representations of a larger problem.)

these comments come from a different post which was influenced by the poll i mentioned:

(do i need to explain why calling this sort of mindset "insane" is inappropriate lol)

it is not your place to tell someone where their F/O stands in their life. if, to them, a partners' attraction towards fictional characters feels inappropriate, it is their right to discuss it with their partner and work it out. if someone wants to avoid certain people because they believe their friends would be uncomfortable, it's not your job to tell them they can't do that.

maybe it's ridiculous to you. i can understand how that might be. but some of us have worse social difficulties than you -- personally, i don't have friends. i don't have family. of course my F/O is the most important person in my life; i don't have anyone but them. yes, it's fucking pathetic, but you are not my therapist. who do you think you are to tell people they need to get a life? don't you think i (and people like me) have been trying?

do you not remember that this is a coping skill for some people? obviously, escapism is not the best coping mechanism as it encourages disconnection with reality in vulnerable people, but there's far worse things to use as coping mechanisms. it's only a "not appropriate" coping mechanism when it is directly harming other people -- taking selfshipping seriously does not harm other people. (i guess one could argue it might harm the user, but we all know what the consequences might be and actively choose to continue, so we accept responsibility for whatever happens.)

all of this feels very anti-fictosexual and anti-aspec. sorry we'd rather be in fictional relationships than real ones? and i do agree that it's over-the-top to end relationships solely because of this, but again, it's not our place to decide that for other people.

and i'd argue it's borderline ableist to insist we need to drop fictional characters for real people. i've been trying in the best way i know how, but i still can't form relationships. maybe it's the autism, maybe it's the attachment disorder, but people just don't like me and i don't like them. i turned to fictional relationships because i was tired of putting everything into real relationships and getting nothing in return. it's less exhausting, caring for someone who isn't real, than caring for people who have the potential to care for you and still don't. it's easy for people to say stuff like this when they have IRL relationships to fall back on.

it is fine and okay for people to have different levels of importance in regards to their F/Os. some people are very casual about selfshipping, some are not. that's how it is with literally everything. not everything is important to everyone and that's fine and good, but you don't get to be an asshole to people who have different opinions about it.

#selfship #self ship #self ship community #discourse #fictosexual #fictoromantic #og

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rainbowsky · 10 months

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hi rainbowsky, love your blog and your very articulate and sane view of things. It’s been very calming and comforting when there’s so much noise (and hate) in the world. So, thank you!

Curious your take on wyb wearing a bandana hanging from his left belt hook, at the Shu Uemura event today. And not a designer bandana, like the Chanel one he had on his backpack on recent trip to Japan.

I immediately thought of 1970s San Francisco gay culture, men would signal their orientation by hanging them from left side, right side, back pocket (L/R). Not thinking too much about color significance since red is Shu Uemura’s brand color. I don’t know anything about the new ad campaign he’s doing with them, but 1970 and 1971 were on 2 posters behind where he was seated.

It just flashed on me so I’d thought I’d ask. 🧐 🤡

Hi Hellopedey! Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! 😊

Inquiring minds want to know: is DD trying to signal to the world that he wants to stick his fist up their ass for Shu Uemura?

You aren't the only person to take note of this. I've seen people mentioning hanky code in the tags of reblogs of my post of the photos from that event, and I've seen people talking about it on Twitter, too. It's become quite a topic since the event.

This is a question that has come up a few times in the past, but alas - it's often impossible to find old posts on Tumblr, so rather than being able to point to my previous post about it I will just re-answer.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Long story short: I don't believe for one hot second that DD is using hanky code. There are a lot of reasons I feel this way, and I'll get to that in a minute, but the number one thing I want to bring home for people is that:

Everyone is allowed to wear hankies without assumptions being made about their sexual activity/preferences.

Including you, Hellopedey, and every other reader. Maybe that's not as much of a relief to some readers as it would be to those who happen to be queer and heavily sexualized by others, but it should take a load off some minds. 😅

You know that old saying, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar*?" Well, sometimes a hanky is just a hanky. I'd go so far as to say that a hanky is almost always just a hanky. Even if worn by a gay man.

*Incorrectly attributed to Freud, the origin of that quote is actually unknown.

Here are just a few reasons it's obvious to me DD isn't signalling (and I can't believe I have to say this, because it seems obvious to me):

Location, location, location. Please remember that hanky code is used when people are looking for sex. DD is at a brand event. He's not looking for sex.

His outfit is likely put together by a stylist, and that stylist is unlikely to be trying to hook him up with people for sex.

Hanky code isn't much of a Thing with young people these days. There's no need for it, since now all anyone needs to do to hook up with someone based on preferences is tick off a few boxes on Grindr or other apps (even in China).

Hanky code is pretty Western-centric. It's unclear whether it's even used in China.

As was discussed in the notes, bandanas are popular in hip hop fashion and in other fashion styles DD often wears.

Hankies are a very widely/wildly popular fashion accessory worn by people from all walks of life. Both GG and DD have worn hankies a lot, including for their fabulous Happy Camp dance, and in this context, it really is just a fashion accessory.

I'm going to say this as gently as possible, because I get it that people are just being clueless and oblivious, and that they don't intend to offend, but it really tweaks something in me as a gay person that so many fans are casually willing to make the assumption that DD is sexually signalling at work.

This goes back to the whole oversexualization in the fandom thing that I often lament.

I think fans - especially turtles - get so used to scrutinizing everything for signs and signals of GG and DD's sexual and romantic proclivities that common sense and GGDD's basic humanity are often overlooked. Fans could also stand to do a bit more to reflect on how their behavior and attitudes might (unintentionally) come across as offensive and homophobic* to queer people.

*Not saying this is where you were coming from, Hellopedey, but I hope all fans will reflect on it.

Please read this post for more info on that, because it's important.

PS] For those looking for something salacious about GG and DD, how about checking out the lyrics for the song they danced together to on Happy Camp? That's a pretty racy song for a couple of 'straight' guys to be dancing together to. 😅

#bjyx #yizhan #lgbtpride #ggdd in the public eye #some guys are not straight guys #ask

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Yellow Curtains - Chapter Three - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Wanda Maximoff's senior year at Novi Grad School is duly planned for her. She has good friends, good grades, and a good system to hide who she really is. Or, the one based on Evak from the Norway Skam series, where Wanda is queer and tries to survive the last year without anyone knowing about it.

Warnings: (+18), general warnings about language and violence, legal drug use, mentions of underage drinking, high school, internalized homophobia and discovery of sexuality, explicit mentions of mental disorders (bipolarity and depression), dysfunctional family, making out, and eventual smut.

Skamverse | Series | General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

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Chapter Tree - The Pool

Sreda, 13:25 (Wednesday, 13:25 am)

It had been almost a month since the cabin, and Wanda had developed a foolproof system to keep her thoughts away from you.

Step one, she convinced herself that the almost kiss was a delirium of her mind and that you had simply bent down to pick up the bottle, and she never confessed that she was only paying attention to Vision because she was afraid of being alone. She wouldn't have done that in good conscience, so of course, it was a delusion.

Step two, whenever Wanda's brain persisted in thinking about you - which happened mostly in history class, when it was impossible not to notice you, or when Carol was around, and consequently brought you along - Wanda forced herself to remember that you had a boyfriend.

A handsome, popular, intelligent boyfriend that everyone adored.

The third step was the most childish of all, but Wanda needed ground under her feet after she caught herself checking your Instagram like an obsessed stalker, and after accidentally (as if) visualizing and liking a post after three seconds, to which you replied her with a wink and a 'stop stalking me, Maximoff' that was clearly a joke, but which made Wanda blush so much that Pietro asked if she had a fever in the middle of the cafeteria; Wanda blocked you everywhere. It was childish and made you cast doubtful glances at her for the next few days, but fortunately, you didn't touch the subject.

The last step disgusted her. Vision was a genuinely nice guy, and Wanda was determined to stay with him because that was as it should be. They exchanged numbers, and when he wasn't working, he would call her to talk about anything. She tried to like him as much as she could.

He was the invitation to college parties, so her friends thought the relationship was the best thing Wanda had come up with.

On days like today, when you looked so casual and adorable in a geek hoodie, writing the assignment only two chairs away, Wanda wondered if the whole plan was worth anything.

"Miss Maximoff?"

The whole room looked at her, and Nat gave her a warning nudge. Wanda blinked away from you, blushing heavily at the attention.

"W-what?"

T'Challa laughed softly. "The question, Miss Maximoff." He repeated, and Wanda stared briefly at the board behind them, with several topics to which she paid no attention at all. Seeing her complete confusion, the professor sighed. "Wanda, stay after class. I'd like to have a word with you."

The room giggled, but T'Challa silenced them immediately as Wanda cringed in her chair in shame.

When the period ended, Wanda ignored for the sake of her own sanity, the soft look you cast at her before gathering your books and leaving the room, Natasha engaged in conversation with you and went to the next class period as well.

Wanda dragged herself to T'Chall's desk with her backpack slung over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, sir, I'll try to be more attentive to..." A quick glance at the blackboard. "Sokovian revolutionaries."

T'Challa chuckled softly, pulling from a pile of activities a corrected paper that he held out to Wanda.

"Here, Miss Maximoff." He says. "It's your lowest grade in eight years of school. In your favorite subject, so imagine my surprise."

Wanda swallows dryly, staring at the red F for half a second. "I-I..."

"Wanda, do you need to talk to someone?" T'Challa asked gently. "I know you've had some tough months at home, your parents are present in the school community. If you need to talk to someone, it doesn't have to be a teacher, it can be our psychologist or-"

"I'm fine." Wanda cuts in with a soft grimace, shoving the exam in her backpack. "Really, Sir, I'm fine. I've just had some trouble sleeping lately, but I- I'll be fine. I won't fail again, okay?"

T'Challa doesn't seem to believe much but nods in understanding. "Just know that we're here for whatever you need, Wanda."

She forces a smile, muttering a goodbye before practically running out of the room. Wanda has a period of Chemistry now, but instead of following the flow of students into the room, she makes her way the opposite way to the empty rooms on the third floor.

She can't get there. On the second floor, she is not breathing normally.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She gasps leaning her hands on the wall, trying to keep the tears in her eyes. The place is empty, and she thanks the gods for privacy. She manages to find a bathroom, and when she finally sits down on the floor, she is crying.

She hasn't had a panic attack in years, but it's as bad as she remembered. Fighting for air, she tries breathing exercises. It doesn't take more than five minutes, yet Wanda feels like it's been an eternity before she can breathe normally. The worst part is going back to class and pretending there's nothing wrong so as not to worry her twin.

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Sobota, 19.40 (Saturday, 7:40pm)

She looked pretty, people said.

Even Pietro, who always tormented her at every opportunity, saw her leaving the room in her chosen outfit and whistled playfully.

"Vision is a lucky guy." He teased, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Shut up."

"Use protection, I'm too young to be an uncle." He scoffed, and Wanda raised her middle finger at him before walking off down the hall.

Her mother, who was working on a laptop in the living room, gave her a kiss on the cheek and complimented her appearance as well. Wanda wanted to go back to bed, but her cell phone vibrated.

"I'm outside. As you asked." It was Vis, and the last part brought a pang of soft guilt to her chest. They had been going out for a month and a half and Wanda had yet to officially introduce him to anyone. There were no labels, and although he had been patient until now, Vision was starting to find it strange.

"When am I going to meet this boy, huh, young lady?" Natalya asked as soon as Wanda grabbed her keys to leave. It was clearly a tease, from the tone used, yet it still left Wanda feeling uneasy.

"Soon, mama." She muttered. "See you later."

She opens the door, but Natalya asks, "Should I wait for you?"

Wanda feels her stomach turn. "Ne, mama." She murmurs and walks out the door.

Vision drives to a local bar. He smells of expensive perfume and aftershave lotion. It reminds her of Tony. Wanda wonders how many belongings they share now that they live together.

He also tells her that she looks pretty. The only thing Wanda feels like is an imposter anyway.

She steals glances at him as he tells her about the intense day he had at work, and as he talks about reports, she tries to imagine what it would be like to have sex with him.

Vision has been very respectful, but he clearly had his needs. Wanda can blushed, from embarrassment more than anything else, when she remembers feeling him hard during the few make-out sessions they shared.

He wanted her, but she was not sure she could say the same.

"You'll like it here. It's sophisticated, and it's a friend's shift today." He comments as he parks, and Wanda forces a smile, for the thousandth time in the night. But it doesn't bother her. Lately, she's been faking a lot of things.

Vision doesn't lie about the bar, it really is very fancy and elegant. The drinks cost a fortune, she notices as she looks at the menu on the wall. Despite this, it is crowded and must be a place known to couples because these makeup almost 90 percent of the customers around.

There is a hand on her back gently pushing her to the nearest table and Wanda feels part of her brain shut down.

"I have to say I was glad when you agreed to come tonight, Wanda." Vision comments between topics of conversation. He has already ordered service, but from the number of people, they have not been served yet. "I was beginning to think you wanted nothing to do with me." He says with a laugh. It's bait, Wanda knows. Natasha and Jen spent weeks giving her a hundred tips on how to flirt with boys, and how relationships work after they found out she was dating him. And after years of watching her friends flirt, it's not that hard to recognize when a guy is trying to figure out what she's thinking.

She deflects the innuendo, giving a chuckle. "I've just been busy, with school and all. I'll have more time to date now."

Vision's gaze lights up. He looks ready to ask for her hand, but the waiter arrives. And when she recognizes the blonde hair, Wanda almost falls out of her chair.

"Carol?"

"Oh, hey Maximoff! Good to see you here!" Declares Danvers cheerfully, a little surprised but evidently pleased with Wanda's presence. "And you too Vision!"

They engaged in gentle compliments, but Wanda circled her gaze around almost in desperation. Would you be here too?

She only realized that Vision had ordered her drinks for her when Carol left the table.

"Are you okay, you look a little pale." Vision comments worriedly, and Wanda shakes her head to disguise it.

Forcing a smile, she gets to her feet. "Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom." That's the excuse she makes up, leaving the worried boy at the table.

Wanda makes her way outside, however, and the night air helps her breathe normally.

This had to be a test of the universe was clear. She rests her hands on the railing of the stairs, and takes a deep breath, keeping her breathing in check. No panic attacks on date night.

"Hey, Wanda!" Someone calls out to her contentedly, and she lifts her face mortified.

Peter Parker is wearing a casual outfit, dark jeans, and a white shirt. His arm is around your shoulders, and you are both approaching the entrance to the bar, coming out of the parking lot.

Wanda's stomach does a complete somersault as she meets your gaze, but she adjusts her posture and forces a smile. Peter catches up to her and kisses her cheek in greeting.

"What a coincidence to find you here. Did you come alone?"

She can only respond with a negative nod, unable to formulate words because you approached to greet her and kissed her cheek.

Peter looks inside through the window and finds Vision alone. He enthuses. "Awesome, let's all sit together!" He says, stepping out into the bar to call the other.

You look at her. "You look beautiful, Wanda." You so sincerely remark that she swallows dryly, her face burning. For the first time in the night, she believes it.

Pushing the door open again, you step in front, and Wanda follows you inside.

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Sobota, 20.40 (Saturday, 8:40pm)

The most embarrassing period of her life is what she would call this night.

Vis's hand on her thigh weighed as heavy as your death stare in their direction, and Wanda didn't think she would survive another hour of this.

Vision and Peter seemed to be having the best fucking time in the world, but that was to be expected since more than half of the empty glasses on the table were theirs.

"I can't believe we've never met here before, Peter!" Vision commented excitedly. "I've been coming here all summer because Carol gets Tony and his friends a discount on the drinks."

"Well, it's clearly never too late." Peter retorts half-drunk, raising a glass again. He gives a toast before a long sip, and Wanda adjusts uncomfortably in her chair as Vision squeezes her thigh again. "Tell me, what are you majoring in any way?"

"Robotics Engineering."

"Fancy." Peter comments getting a laugh from Vision, who then shrugs his shoulders.

"I guess so." He says. "Tony tells me you're pretty brainy, maybe you'll get some internship at Stark Industries during your first year..."

Peter looks surprised, turning a bit red. "Oh, I'd be honored. I don't think I'm that bright though."

"Come on, I'm sure that-"

"Sorry, Vis, he's not available." You cut in with a forced smile, clearly not having the slightest patience for the whole interaction. Vision blinks in confusion, and Peter hesitates. "Big boy here is going to England next year. Internship at Oscorp Industries."

Vision raises an eyebrow. "Wow, that's impressive." The man comments, raising his glass to Peter. "That deserves a toast."

Peter smiles wryly, but you roll your eyes and stand up. "I'll take a break from the sycophant moment you two are having." You cut in irritation, but when you make mention of leaving, Peter grabs your wrist tightly.

"Y/N, come on, don't be rude. We're just talking-"

"Don't fucking hold me!" You explode, pulling your arm away. "What the fuck are you even still doing here, eh Peter? England is waiting."

"For the love of god, are you really going to put on a show now, in the middle of the bar, in front of our friends-"

"They're not my friends." You retort annoyed, moving away from the table and heading for the exit.

Peter sighs loudly and looks at the couple with a regretful expression on his face.

"Look, guys, I'm sorry about that." He asks before running after you.

Vision gives a confused laugh once there are only two of them at the table. "Damn, I was told that Carol's sister was a little crazy but I didn't think that..."

"Don't talk about her like that." Wanda cuts him off drily, pushing his hand off her thigh and getting up behind the ones who just left.

You and Peter are outside on the sidewalk, yelling at each other.

"[...] I don't know why you keep freaking out about this! I love you, England is not going to change that! I've invited you dozens of times, if the distance is the problem why don't you just come with me?" Peter questions.

You hesitate with tears in your eyes. "My life is here, when will you understand that?" You shout back. By now, half the customers outside are watching the commotion as well.

Peter steps forward. "But what about us, Y/N? If you could just..." He licks his lips, trying to find the right words. " Wouldn't you come with me?"

You laugh tearfully. "And what is there in England for me?"

"Me." He retorts with emotion. "There's me, Y/N! But I guess that was never what you wanted, was it?"

You don't answer, tears streaming down your cheeks. Peter tears too, but he sniffles and pushes the emotion away.

"I..."

"No, you don't have to come up with excuses." He cuts you off with emotion. "We won't work at long distance. We don't work even close to each other. So I do what you've been trying to do since I got the damn internship letter. We're done."

Peter walks up to you, kisses your forehead, and walks off down the street. You hug your own body and don't try to call him back.

"Wanda, I think I'll give him a ride. He is far from home." Vision announces behind her, and only now does Wanda acknowledge his presence at all. She nods, and he is too distracted to notice that she turns her face away when he goes to kiss her.

Vision nods to you out of politeness, before walking off around the corner where Peter went.

Wanda comes down the stairs from the entrance and walks up to you.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She offers gently, managing to make you smile. But you deny it with your head.

"Let's get out of here." You declare, wiping your face before grabbing Wanda's hand.

"I don't think anyone paid..."

"Don't worry, Carol covers for us." You reassured her, pulling her into the parking lot.

Wanda recognizes the motorcycle, this time with two helmets.

"Where...?"

"Just trust me." You interrupt her gently, and Wanda decides to do so.

–//–

Sobota, 21:21 (Saturday, 9:21pm)

Wanda was laughing so hard her stomach was hurting.

She couldn't remember, even if she tried, the last time she felt so at ease, that she had so much fun.

You drove through the city for many minutes, Wanda's hands firmly on your waist, her face pressed against your back. Until you reached the main boulevard tunnels, and you told her to risk it.

"You've gone crazy." Wanda retorted, but you chuckled.

"Come on Maximoff! Take a risk!" You insisted between laughs. And Wanda backed up, standing on the bike, arms outstretched as the strong wind ruffled her hair. She shouted with happiness, and you followed her until the tunnel reached the end.

The residential district was empty because of the time, so when you finally stopped, you bought drinks. Wanda didn't ask about the non-alcoholic beer, because she was distracted by your proximity to her face, making some joke that she didn't quite catch.

You walked around, exchanging drinks, stories. It was comfortable. Good.

"Fuck, look at that pool." You gasped suddenly as you passed through a fence that overlooked the backyard of one of the houses on the street. Wanda stood beside you, with a nearly empty can of Coke in her hand. "Imagine living in a big house like that."

"I think swimming pools are overrated." She murmurs, making you look at her curiously. Wanda was thinking about her father's house, where there was a huge luxury pool, and how she wouldn't trade any time in her suburban home with her mother for it. "Luxury doesn't make any place a home."

You smiled at her, but it was almost mischievous. "But it can be a lot of fun. Come on."

Wanda barely had time to react and you were already running away, skirting the fence, and then the garden. She left her bag of cans somewhere in the grass because you pulled her through a gate.

"Y/N, we can't..."

"Shh, stop thinking." You insisted, bringing her inside, the pool behind you. Wanda swallowed dryly, hyperaware that she had just broken into a house and your hands were still in hers. "Rich people are never home."

"I don't think that's true." She mutters nervously, but you only laugh, releasing her hands to remove your blouse. Wanda blushes heavily, looking away.

You don't mind, working on the pants and then the shoes. But you giggle when she remains static.

"Come swim with me, Wands." You ask, and it is the first time you have used a nickname, and she loves it. How it sounds on the tip of your tongue, how affectionate. She thinks she even loves the way her stomach does two flips when she hears it.

"Okay." She murmurs in agreement, and you stand right there, staring as she takes off her clothes. Wanda can feel her face burn, but she doesn't back down. Once she's only in her underwear, you bite your lip, scanning from top to bottom as if you can't help yourself. "Is it cold?"

She asks, and you blink away, turning to check the temperature with your foot. Wanda takes the opportunity to push you inside.

Her laughter is contagious over your expression of indignation as you emerge from the water again.

"I trusted you, Rose!" You shout dramatically, and she continues to chuckle, moving closer as you extend a hand in the air. "Come, jump off the Titanic with me."

Wanda giggles, leaning over to take your hand and step calmly into the pool. So, of course, you then pull her in with a tug.

You are laughing as she emerges back, and though she laughs too, she throws some water at you, before hugging her own body.

"It's freezing, Y/N!" She complains clenching her teeth, and you giggle mischievously, swimming around her.

"I think a little exercise will warm you up, Maximoff." You tease. "Let's race. To the other side of the pool."

She laughs but follows your cue. "On three?" She suggests, but despite your hums in agreement, you swim off shortly after one, and Wanda grunts indignantly before following you.

You both gasp for air, laughing and throwing water at each other for a moment when you win the race.

"It's not fair! You burned the start." She complains without really sounding angry, but all you do is laugh and swim around her.

"oprosti (sorry)." You mutter, staring at her in a way that makes Wanda twitch. "But it was all a tactic. The adrenaline of swimming out after me warmed you up, didn't it?" You tease, and Wanda rolls her eyes, laughing a little.

"Oh, what a clever plan." She wryly makes you smile.

You swim closer, and Wanda swallows dryly.

"Let's play another game then." You suggest. "Since you're such a terrible swimmer."

Wanda slaps some water in your face, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me you, I'm an excellent swimmer."

You chuckle, now considerably closer. When did it get so hard to breathe?

"The game is simple, Maximoff." You whisper. "First one out of the water loses."

Wanda swallows dryly, nodding in agreement. "No cheating this time." She whispers back, feeling the pool wall on her back.

"I wouldn't dream of it." You retort with a small smile, then raise an eyebrow. "On three? One, two..."

Wanda dove in the same second you did and all sounds were muffled underwater. With held breath, she opened her eyes. You were looking at her too, and you smiled, tilting your head to make her smile too.

She could hear her heart racing but continued to hold her breath. You reached out to her, making her instinctively pull back, but you didn't give up, poking her in the ribs. Two tickles later, Wanda couldn't hold on under the water and emerged gasping for air.

You did the same, grinning. "I won!" You celebrate breathlessly for the dive and Wanda laughs indignantly.

"You cheated! Again!"

"I think you're just a bad loser, Maximoff." You tease, grinning at the wave of water she throws at you. "Okay, okay, you want a rematch?"

She laughs, shaking her head still in disbelief. "No cheating this time."

You make an innocent expression, and Wanda laughs before diving in first. You swallow dryly before following her underwater.

Your gaze meets hers, and Wanda thinks for a moment, there is only the two of you in the whole world, underwater, protected from all problems. You tilt your head gently, and she blinks before moving forward.

You are taken aback by the feel of her lips, and you breathe, emerging at the same moment.

Wanda rises the next second, a breathless laugh as she says, "I won this time." She declares equally affected, but you face her completely surprised by the kiss. Wanda swallows dryly. "You want a rematch?"

"Yeah." You gasp, smiling at her in confirmation before you dive in together.

This time, underwater, you only give Wanda a seconds to get used to the depth before you advance against her, kissing her on the mouth.

She kisses you back at the same moment, and can't hold her breath, emerging with you glued to her.

It's messy on the surface - Your hands circle her hips, and you gasp into each other's mouths, pressing your lips together with need. Wanda feels like she's burning from the inside out. Is this what kissing someone should feel like?

Her hands squeeze your shoulders, your hair. She thinks that if she doesn't hold on to something she will melt into the water again.

And you kiss her until she is breathless, with tongue and teeth, with a boiling desire that she shares.

Suddenly you let her go because there is a flashlight in your face.

"Who's there?" it's a male voice coming from inside the residence, definitely a security guard.

"Oh, shit. Run!" It's your only warning before you swim away, and Wanda follows you clumsily, as desperate to escape as you are.

You grab your clothes at the edge of the pool and stumblingly reach the fence at the same time the housekeeper reaches the pool. Luckily, he doesn't see your faces.

And when you return to the street, you are both laughing.

–//–

Nedelja 9:46 (Sunday 9:46 am)

Wanda wakes up with a stupid smile on her face and tries to hide it in her pillow.

It doesn't do much good. She feels so light. Happy.

Her cell phone is unloaded in some corner of the room, and she grunts softly as she hears knocks on the door.

"Come in." She says, and the next minute, her twin is inside her bedroom, leaning on the doorknob.

"Are you awake?" He asked, managing a short laugh.

"No, I talk in my sleep." She retorts with a mischievous little smile and eyes still closed. Pietro doesn't laugh.

"Papa is downstairs, Wanda." He declares and she immediately opens her eyes, her body tensing. Adjusting herself on the bed, she looks at her brother, noticing the casual clothes he wears instead of pajamas. His expression is equally dissatisfied. "I told him you were asleep, but he insisted that he wanted a word with you. He said he didn't drive halfway across town to be treated like someone dispensable."

Wanda grunted impatiently. "God, why does he have to be that way?"

Pietro shrugs. "I don't know, but from experience, you'd better listen to him or he might cause some trouble. You know Mom can't afford this place by herself..."

"I know, Pietro." Wanda cuts off annoyed, pushing the covers away to get up. As she goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth, Pietro closes the door.

"Hey, where were you last night?" He asks, and she grimaces, staring at him through the mirror. He leans on the bathroom door, his hands in his pockets.

"With Vision?"

Pietro raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, but later." He insists, and Wanda feels her stomach sink. "He texted me, asking if you had gotten home safely because he couldn't find you at the bar. But, well, you only arrived in way later after his text."

Wanda took a deep breath, and then looked at the sink. "I was wandering around in town. I needed to think."

Pietro sighed. "You could have called me, I'd keep you company. It's not very safe to be walking around alone. Being a girl, I mean."

"Well, I'm safe and sound." Wanda cuts in impatiently, finishing brushing her teeth while her brother mutters that he didn't mean to offend her. As she wipes her mouth, and leaves the bathroom to change clothes, Pietro crosses his arms.

"You don't have to tell me what you don't want, just...be careful with this Vision, okay?"

Wanda grimaces, looking at her brother in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Pietro sighs. "I know he's Tony's brother, and he seems decent, but... I don't know, he's a 21 guy who's in college. What does he want with a 17-year-old girl?"

Wanda sighs. "I'll be 18 in a few months..."

"I know." Pietro retorts. "It's just weird. Or maybe, I don't know, I'm being an overprotective brother."

She giggles. "I think it's the latter option." She comments, and Pietro smiles.

"Whatever." He murmurs, and waits for Wanda to get dressed before looking at her again. "I just want you to be happy, sestra."

Wanda smiles, moving closer to hug Pietro briefly. "I know, Pietro, thank you." He kisses the tip of her head, and they leave the room.

Nedelja 9:46 (Sunday 10:46 am)

Wanda was not surprised that her father turned that morning into an awkward time for everyone.

They were sitting at an outside table in a bakery two blocks from her house. Pietro managed to keep up a friendly conversation with his father for a while, telling him about school or the running team.

But it was like a time bomb that the subject came back to Wanda, and the impossible standards of perfection her father expected her to achieve.

"I hope you are maintaining the excellence required for NYU." Erik declares as he cuts a piece of cheese on his plate.

Wanda bites her tongue, resisting the urge to get up and leave that breakfast. Pietro clears his throat quietly.

"Papa, I-"

Erik holds up a finger, interrupting the boy with a small smile on his lips. "We've already talked about your academic life, Pietro. My business now is with your sister."

The boy swallows dryly, ducking his head. Wanda looks beyond the window, at the people walking around the street. And Erik speaks again in the background.

"[...] of course Harvard or Columbia would be acceptable options or risk something in Europe like Oxford or Cambridge, but we have to consider that-Wanda!" Erik slaps the table, and the girl jumps in fright, turning her attention back to her father. "I'm talking to you!"

Pietro places a hand over hers under the table. Erik sighs, pulling himself together. She stares at him, "I'm all ears." She replies, releasing Pietro's hand and drawing it into her own lap again. "What do you want me to say?"

Erik culls a piece of cheese with his gaze burning with anger. He swallows, and retorts:

"I'm still the head reference person at your school." He says. "They notify me that you got a bad grade. Nothing to affect your record, yet..."

She snorts indignantly. "Are you policing me?" She questions angrily, and Erik locks his jaw.

"Don't raise your voice at me." He retorts seriously, pointing a finger in her direction. "I pay for everything, I never leave a single thing missing for you two, and what do you want to do in return? Throw your future away! I let you act like a spoiled brat, give away your precious freedom to sully the name of this family. Running away from your responsibilities to the school, to our faith! Erik accuses angrily. "Let you behave like an ungrateful child!"

"Papa, enough, please!" Pietro interferes, watching the way Wanda has shrunk into the seat and looks on the verge of tears.

Their father takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He takes a long sip of coffee, and a few closer customers steal glances at the table.

"I'm sorry for losing my temper." Erik says calmer, pressing his hands together in front of his body. "You both know how hard your mother and I fought to earn what we have today. I just want you to have better opportunities. That you don't waste your potential. Hobbies and worldly pleasures can come later. In moderation, of course." Erik offers his son a wink, and Wanda wants to throw up. For Pietro, the son, it's fine to encourage him to enjoy life. For the daughter? Wanda couldn't even imagine her father saying anything of the sort to her. Be happy daughter. Have fun. Sounds ridiculous.

Erik orders tea for them, and Wanda keeps looking between the window and her own lap. Her father drinks a little before trying to sound more casual:

"How was the Shabbat?"

Pietro smiles awkwardly. "It was quiet, I rested." Says the boy, getting a smile from his father.

"Did you say your prayers?" Pietro agrees, and Erik's attention falls on Wanda again. His jaw quivers, but he keeps his voice calm. "What about you, sweetheart?"

Wanda looks him in the eye. "I got drunk, broke into a house, and made out with a girl."

Erik blinks and then bursts into laughter, the real thing, tears welling up in his eyes. Pietro laughs too, a little more restrained. They both think it's a joke, and Wanda swallows dryly.

"I've missed your sense of humor dear." Erik comments as he calms down. "A little harsh, but always funny." Wanda sighs not knowing what to say next. Erik sips more tea, before commenting. "Speaking of this subject, I have an invitation for you. Next week, we are having a Bar-Mitzvah at my house. Lorna is turning 12 and-"

"No." Wanda interrupts, ignoring the gentle squeeze Pietro gives her wrist. Erik raises an eyebrow. But unlike the entire breakfast, he looks almost sad.

"Honey, I'd like to have you two there." He gently insists. "Even Natalya would be welcome."

"How kind of you, isn't that papa? Inviting the ex-wife to the bastard's Bar-Mitzvah?"

Erik slams the table, but this time Wanda doesn't back down, her gaze irritated like her father's. "Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

"I would rather not talk to you at all!"

"Wanda, please..." Pietro tries to appease but Erik laughs wryly, shaking his head.

"You're impossible, Wanda, I swear." He declares, pulling out his wallet from inside his jacket. He pulls out some change from there, which he throws on the table in front of her. " For the bus. I don't want to see your face today any longer."

"Papa!" Pietro complains, but Wanda is already getting up, ignoring the money on the table. Pietro grabs the notes and follows his sister out while Erik continues drinking his tea. He catches up with her at the corner of the bakery. "Wanda, wait, please."

"I'm walking home, Pietro, leave me alone." She retorts with her arms crossed, and the twin rushes to stand in her way, his hands on her shoulders.

"Please, he didn't mean it. You two-"

Wanda pushes his hands away. "It's so easy for you to take his side, isn't it?" She shouts impatiently. "It's not your life that's falling apart."

Pietro laughs surprised by her aggressiveness. "Come on, I'd hardly call a scholarship at a university falling apart-"

"It's not what I want!" Wanda interrupts him, tears of frustration in her eyes. He is completely surprised. "But I don't think that matters to anyone."

Pietro steps forward. "Hey, but you always said you'd be a doctor..."

"Because papa wanted that." Wanda murmurs tearfully. "Fuck, what difference does it make now, it's senior year already." She says, wiping away the falling tears. "I need to be alone Pietro, I'm sorry." She pulls aside before he can touch her, and the twin calls out to her, but she doesn't look back.

–//–

Ponedeljek 10:30 (Monday 10:30 am)

Loud heavy metal music was playing in Wanda's headphones from the exit of the history class to the cafeteria. Maybe that's why she didn't hear you call out, and was startled when you held her shoulders.

You chuckle, lowering your hands as she takes the headphones off. "Sorry for the scare." You asked, looking at her in a weird way. Wanda swallowed dryly, staring at you doubtfully.

"Do you need anything?"

You blinked hesitantly at the aggressiveness but still smiled.

"Yeah...I think I'm still blocked, and it is hard to ask you out like that."

Wanda's stomach did a whole turn, and she felt her eyes burn. You acted so casual about everything, you were so happy.

"Sorry, I think you got it wrong." The words came out before Wanda could think them through completely. You frown in confusion, "I'm not interested."

She makes mention of leaving, but you don't move from your seat. "You gave me a different idea on Saturday, you know? You were the one who kissed me." Your tone was not loud, yet Wanda looked around as if everyone in the school was listening and judging that conversation.

She lifted her chin. "I was drunk."

"Wanda, come on..." You try to touch her and she pushes at your notebook, knocking the item to the floor. You sigh.

"You got me drunk and made me break into a house. And then you grabbed me. I could go to the police."

You stare at her, and the confusion turns to hurt. Wanda wants to take it all back, but you shake your head, pick up the notebook from the floor, and stare at her. "Get your shit together before you go around using other people, Maximoff." You spit it out, turning your back on her.

Wanda, with her eyes filled with tears, turns her face toward you. "Whatever, dyke."

A few people stare, but no one says anything. You stop walking, and Wanda bites her lips to hold back a sob.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn’t-" She gasps, but you adjust your bag on your shoulder and disappear into the next crowd of students.

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ruhua-langblr · 28 days

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Hi, you seem to have a decent grasp on Language Learning Resources™, so maybe you could help me.

I currently have a 2600+ day streak for Duolingo Spanish, which I initially picked up because I took classes in school and wanted to see if I remembered any. I'm well aware of the limitations on the app, and at this point it's just because I like to see the number go up. I've only ever been a casual student but I would like to progress eventually. The problem is I have trouble finding a method between gamified app, and full-blown, academic, novel -and- textbook self study. Do you know of good ways to move past Duolingo lessons without biting off more than you can chew?

Thanks for any input you have

Hi!

I feel like that "number goes up" connection is the main reason a lot of people don't want to move on from Duo and similar apps! I hope to do a post that goes into all of this more in depth, so consider this a shortened version~

My personal philosophy is that you shouldn't have to chose between just gamified apps and academic study—ideally you need it to be engaging enough to keep up for when you have less motivation, but with an academic rigor! I'm gonna drop some general resources/resource types and try to give them all a shot! Don't think of replacing Duo with a singular app or activity, but a collection of resources that you can switch between.

Anki: SSR vocab learning. Lots of customization and habit tracking features available so consider this a good "number goes up" replacement (and if you really love looking at data it's much more thorough!). With Spanish as your TL (target language), you'll have plenty of pre-made decks available. You can have specific decks, sentence mine, or have a huge 5,000 most frequent words deck. Anki isn't my favorite method personally, but people get SUPER into it and it works for them—also you'll hear this everywhere anyway.

Language Transfer: I wish my TL was one of the ones they have! If you're coming from Duo then you've probably been lacking a good method to really train your listening skills. 100% free, and I've heard great things about their Spanish course as well. All the files are available to be downloaded to listen to offline. Great to put on when you're getting ready in the morning, for bed, or during a commute.

LingQ/Youtube/Podcast Comprehensible Input: "[TL] Comprehensible Input" in the Youtube search will get you pretty far. There are podcasts like this as well, but it's nice to have a visual stimuli as well! This is pretty much the epitome of a ~natural language acquisition~ style. Immersion and immersion at an appropriate level is what works best. If you've even dipped your toes into the language acquisition sphere, you'll know Steve Kaufmann. LingQ is his app that's based on these principles.

Textbooks: Duo assumes that you can just pick up grammar from pattern recognition and that can work, but upper-level nuanced grammar or grammar patterns that are vastly different from your native language are hard to intuit. Find a good, dedicated grammar textbook and use that as what you will learn the details of grammar from. All that audio stuff will teach you what sounds right, this will teach you why/how it's right. (Buy a used textbook, visit your library, or check out my pinned post...)

+More: There's so MANY ways to learn a language. I'm focusing on specific methods that would fit in naturally with your existing habits (solo, digital, habit-forming), but there's tons more out there that you can do: journaling, discord servers, italki, chatting apps, graded readers, etc.

To start pick one that you feel the most drawn to and then a second that compliments where it might be lacking. Make a goal that you feel is reachable, and build from there.

Best of luck!

#langblr #resource #language learning

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viviennevermillion · 2 years

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Falling in love with Trey Clover

reposting bc I’m deleting my archived sideblogs

contains: trey clover x gn!reader

warnings: none

Okay so first off Trey is a good boy. He cares so much and he’ll always be there for you

You guys meet at the Unbirthday Party, at which you are a guest

Trey proudly offers you some of the food he made. Try it, his food is great!

You guys have some casual conversations and Trey notices how much he enjoys talking to you. You actually end up talking pretty much for the entire afternoon.

Conversations just flow so naturally with him. He’s also the type of person you can talk about anything with. Trey has no problem conversing about stuff like philosophy or the universe every once in a while. He’s actually a pretty deep person sometimes and easily finds something interesting in most topics you might bring to the table. And if not, he’s at least trying.

You follow eachother on Magicam afterwards. He likes your posts and often comments on them in your dm’s if he finds something interesting. For example if you post a picture of yourself doing one of your hobbies, he might tell you a story about a time where he did the activity as well.

Trey falls in love rarely but when he does, he falls quickly and hard. Probably already has some butterflies in his stomach at that point. He won’t dare think of anything romantic yet, but he can’t help to keep remembering your conversations at the Unbirthday Party whenever he sees you. Or smiling at his phone when you upload something to Magicam.

Whenever he sees you, you guys will make small talk and he’s just very sweet to you.

Will try to win you over a bit with his puns and jokes (he makes lots of dad jokes too)

After a while he’s head over heels for you without you even suspecting anything yet

But Cater notices

Oh,,,,,like it or not, Cater Diamond is your wingman now.

He’ll constantly poke Trey and be like “hey man, go and make a move already”. He also teases him to no end.

Trey will wait for “the perfect opportunity to approach you” i.e. the time when Cater gets too annoying to handle and he notices how irrational his excuses not to make a move are getting

He finally approaches you in your Magicam dm’s, talking about something you posted and actually holding the conversation and trying to really get to know eachother

This is the first of many days you two end up texting until late at night, talking about all kinds of things

It continues like this for a couple of days

At this point you already have some inside jokes together and bonded over things you have in common.

Cater is still teasing Trey every damn day

Which honestly is his own fault because when Trey is in love he’s essentially a simp

“You tell no one about this”, he warns his friend; not wanting anyone to see him lose his otherwise calm demeanor because of a crush

Next time Trey meets you in the NRC hallways, he’ll approach you with one of your inside jokes to break the ice and later invites you over to Heartslabyul Dorm to bake together

He sees it as a date but then he notices you probably have no idea he meant it as a date

At first things are a bit awkward when it’s just the two of you but conversation comes quickly once you start baking.

He’ll tell you about his family and his home and honestly he makes you feel at home the more time you spend around him.

Baking with him is actually a lot of fun. You fool around a lot and make a lot of jokes.

Afterwards you two eat the dessert you bake and Trey makes you tea. He shows interest in your hobbies and passions and is probably informed about them at this point. He compliments your achievements and offers to help you with school work in case you need any help.

Will hug you goodbye when you part

“Compliment their appearance”, Cater will offhandedly tell him the next day.

So Trey will pull the “Your eyes look like a grape” card again in your Magicam dm’s. 2 hours later you get a message “Okay so Cater told me this isn’t a compliment, I was trying to say you’re pretty, I actually like grapes a lot, I’m sorry”

Go easy on him, he’s confused and he’s trying really hard

At this point you have a slight idea that he likes you

He’ll ask you out on a date properly later. And who would have guessed: You like him back.

Trey sets up a nice dinner table in the Heartslabyul garden (with the help Cater) and cooks some food for you

It’s actually pretty romantic besides the occasional awkwardness on his side because forgive him, he doesn’t know how to do romance as we’ve seen in Ghost Marriage

Will confess to you at the end of your date. He’s so relieved when you say you like him back. He’ll ask you if he can kiss you.

Gives you a soft peck on the lips. It’s short but full of love. He’ll smile at you and look into your eyes, caressing your cheek with his thumb

He’ll tell you he loves you right then and there. He doesn’t expect you to say it back but he just wants you to know. Gives you another kiss after that, this time a longer but slow one. Poor boy really has been waiting for this for a while now.

You two remain in eachothers embrace for a while after that, enjoying the atmosphere of the garden being lit up by the LED lights Trey hung up for your date and the fireflies being around. Cater, Deuce and Ace in the bushes are having the time of their lives.

From this point the two of you are inseperable.

Trey is a very considerate boyfriend. He’ll pay attention to all of your needs and will always be prepared when you need him. He loves seeing you happy and being the reason why you smile. He’ll bring you lots of presents at the beginning; mostly flowers and sweets; nothing too expensive

He usually doesn’t post selfies on his Magicam, pictures with you are the only exception. He just is so proud you’re with him.

When Trey is in love he idealizes the hell out of you; sometimes you have to remind him that you’re not perfect because for him you definitely are.

He’ll send you heart emojis in your favorite color because he associates it with you and ever since he’s with you he started loving the color too

A lot of things you love, Trey loves too now. He’s a man capable of appreciating the little things in life and things that remind him of you just make him happy yk?

PDA is at a normal amount but everyone can see you two are a couple based on the way he looks at you and how you make him smile every time you talk to him.

He likes to hug you from behind or from the side and places kisses on your cheek simultaneously.

Sends you random pictures of flowers or beautiful things he finds and tells him they remind him of you.

He’s the big spoon and he loves holding you in his arms.

Cooking dinner together is sort of becoming a ritual for you two. Trey just loves spoiling you and creating stuff together with you. He’ll be so proud of the cakes or muffins you two have baked after they’re done. Will stare at the finished product with a smile and then wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead.

He tells you “I love you” often but he also sometimes just sends you a long text about how much you mean to him.

Whenever he’s stressed, he knows he can unwind around you.

He’ll even be humming you to sleep even though he can’t sing if you ask him to.

Will proudly introduce you to his family and they all welcome you with open arms. They immediately see how much Trey loves you.

He’ll take you for walks in nature often or even goes travelling with you over the holidays; taking lots of pictures together as memories.

Totally also has you as his phone background.

You two will often hang out with Ace, Deuce, Cater and Riddle and you two are kinda inofficially the dorm parents.

Sometimes he’ll ask you to dance when you two are in his room listening to music

He’ll listen to whatever you want to listen to

He rests his head on your shoulder and closes his eyes, having trouble to believe how lucky he is.

Trey can totally imagine a future with you even after only dating you for a couple of months and losing you would be his worst fear.

He has no problem giving you space but personally he wouldn’t mind having you around whenever. Even if you’d practically be living with him, he wouldn’t get tired of you. For Trey all his happiness is ten times better when he can share it with you.

He’s a problem-solver at heart. He’s very rational and sometimes maybe a bit too much. He’s not that good at giving emotional support but he will offer you neutral and rational advice. He just wants you to get better when you’re sad.

At some point he will tell you “y/n you mean the world to me” and Trey means it.

Please love him with all his sarcastic jokes where no one can tell he’s being sarcastic and his teeth brushing obsession. He’s a sweet guy who will love you with all his heart.

Tells you to always take care of your dental hygiene.

He also has no problem making time in his schedule for you. He will always take care of his vice dorm leader duties and help when someone needs him but apart from that when it’s just the two of you the world stops for him.

Trey also absolutely is the family type of guy. Be it a kid, a dog, a lizard or a cactus in a pot; he’ll love taking care of a living being with you.

You’re always there for eachother, holding eachother close when times are tough and one of you or both of you need comfort.

He loves you so much

Take good care of him

#twisted wonderland #trey clover x reader #trey clover #trey x reader #twst x reader

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pockyandsoda · 6 months

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omfd s2ep8 spoilers & rant

originally posted to my twitter acc

i am genuinely so confused by the amount of pure vitriol some of you have towards izzy and izzy fans?? i get not particularly liking a character or agreeing with the way other people see them, but some of y'all are being absolutely disgusting towards others. what happened to cringe culture being dead, huh? insinuating people should be embarassed or ashamed to have a reaction to characters they like - having big emotions about media you love is part of being in a fandom! you're no better or less weird! oooh look at you being unwilling to forgive or accept character growth! wow! so morally superior and cool! just because you dont personally agree that a redemption arc was deserved or done well doesnt make it a fact btw.

ive been watching this season with casual viewers who are not a part of online fandom at all, and they have all very much enjoyed izzy's arc and him as a character, they are able to see the narrative importance of it, as are the writers and the crew. again, you dont have to agree. but dont act superior.

at the end of the day, this is a silly pirate show made mostly for 'haha's, and ALL of these characters have done HORRIBLE things, they're pirates ffs, that's kinda the whole point here guys! and those things are ridiculously easily forgiven (by our standards) again, because they are pirates and this is not a serious show.

izzy fans are sad, some are very very sad, maybe even a 'weird' amount! so? do you really need to dunk on them for lolz? make it out like they're insane for even liking a character that the show itself actively likes and supports and clearly wants the audience to like (in s2 anyway, and if you deny this then sorry but you're being willfully wrong)? idk why any of you are remotely surprised people like this character? starting to think some of you just wanna be edgy and seem sarcastic and cool and superior for your 'witty' twitter commentary tbh.

and of course sending any kinda negativity towards writers/cast/crew is disgusting and pathetic, but im seeing that from izzy lovers and haters alike on my feed, so dont you dare try and make it seem like a pro-izzy only issue here. and y'know what? it's also disgusting and pathetic to belittle and mock other members of the fandom, and im only seeing one side engaging in that behavior, please do humble yourselves and remember the times in your life when you have had a strong emotional reaction to things happening to your fav characters and ships. dont forget that you are also a loser with a fandom twitter/tumblr account.

and for the record, i thought the finale was genuinely good, as was all of season 2 in my opinion. all this immature negativity and faux superiority is making this fandom toxic. izzy is a popular character with viewers (casual & otherwise) and the creative team, who had a decent redemption arc. that is a fact, whether you like it or not. people should not have to feel hesitation about posting anything remotely positive about izzy out of fear of judgement or ridicule. save your cutting twitter remarks for actually problematic people.

im not even particularly attached to this damn character but the way y'all have been behaving has annoyed tf outta me.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd spoilers

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alchemistdetective · 3 months

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@divinityunleashed replied to your post “I have my own list on what to do when it comes to...”:

Preeeeeeeech!

@hxkerwxlf replied to your post “I have my own list on what to do when it comes to...”:

ramble more nerd

((WELL, ALRIGHT, IF YOU GUYS ARE SURE, I'll try to summarize it in a few key points.))

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Amber's Tumblr RP Activity guide

P.S: This is all based on personal experience based on the time I've been here for years. Results may differ, but this is pretty much what works best for me.

I think everyone knows the usual 'Have Fun' advice, which is pretty much the most important thing, but I have a few things to add on my own:

1) Remember that this is Tumblr, and not Wattpad.

I know, this is very obvious. You are looking at this post in Tumblr.com, after all. But... what exactly do I mean by this?

Tumblr is a social blogging website. And unlike Wattpad, we're not writing a book by ourselves. We're writing said book with others.

RPing is different from traditional writing. And the biggest difference when it comes to these two is:

2) Always, ALWAYS try to throw SOMETHING to get people to be involved easier. Make it as easy as possible!

This... is something I actually kind of want to touch on for a while, because I notice this even among people who have been RPing for years, and that's... not giving bait for people to work with

Here's an example, let's say I make a post:

Chloe is working on alchemy. Oops! She realizes she doesn't have enough ingredients in the shelf! Off she goes to the Human Village to find for ingredients!

It's okay, but... there's not much to work with.

What ingredients is she looking for? Where in the Human Village is she going?

People tend not to figure out these things for you, so they kind of just leave it be there, and people go 'Oh it's just her doing her daily things'

So... let's try to add a bit more stuff in it:

Chloe is working on alchemy. Oops! She realizes she doesn't have enough ingredients in the shelf! She realizes that the things which are missing are as follows: - One Tengu Feather - One Medical Herb from Eientei - One Divine Water from Korin's Tower The human village is a good place to start for the ingredients!

And just like that, it became much better, because it's easier for people to throw themselves with the item in need. Heck, if you want to go the extra mile, throw an ask to those people who like the post, it always worked for me lajsGHLJSHDASD

This goes the same for replies. ALWAYS throw something for the person to reply to.

Think of it like a ping-pong game where the ball keeps bouncing between you and your partner. You want to throw the ball back to them, so they can hit it and throw it back to you.

Have your character ask a question, wonder something about them, something easier for them to lead on to or reply to.

Also, it's preferable you keep things simple, especially when it comes to...:

3) Silly things! Don't be afraid of throwing whatever for dash activity!

You remember the whole universal rule of 'Have fun'? Well, there we go! Anything in your head, just throw it out.

Here, I'll give an example. I'll just post something like:

Crescent makes a fucking cake and it's just nothing but guns

And someone could easily post something like

"lol that's a stupid cake, anyways here's mine"

CONGRATULATIONS, PEOPLE ARE HAPPY, YAAY

Remember, we're all here to have fun! Just let loose, and stuff :DDD

Honestly, casual shenanigans fun is pretty much the best way of doing whatever, and that's mostly when you clear your head of all sense and reason, then post the stupidest thing you can

Don't overthink it, just do! And if nothing happens, then it's fine, you pretty much threw your shot!

Remember, the worst thing that could happen is no one replies to it. It's discouraging, yes, but it's okay, it happens! So just throw your shot, and have fun!

4) Approach people and throw your character AT them. Don't worry, we're all awkward potatoes.

This is doubly-even more so important for OCs, especially new ones. OCs are unfamiliar territory and the Pandora's Box, and most people prefer things they're familiar with, and stick with that.

Don't worry, I understand. It's really intimidating to go up to someone, wave at them, and throw yourself at them.

But seriously, we're all nerds in Tumblr. I'm equally as shy, especially around people I don't know. So... just throw yourself if you see the opportunity to! You see a meme they reblog? Why not throw something?

Really, the worst thing they can do is say 'No'. And if they do, then it's okay, there's next time, or other places who might be interested in them. Just remember, try to take the initiative and get in there.

Double points if you throw your character at something you think their character might need help with, some event they're doing, or the RPer is trying to explore more. (Example for my case, Chloe's hometown or Rirune's world, or for other RPer's cases, their OC's backstories, fears, etc.)

Remember, people are more likely to approach if there's a pre-existing relationship with one character of yours, and vise versa! So try to get in there if you see something you can throw your character at!

5) Don't force activity. The time will come!

If you're struggling on writing anything... it's fine! Just get out of Tumblr, go play a game or something. The last thing we want to do is force ourselves to push activity, even when we're not feeling like it.

If you do force it, that would make Tumblr RPing more of a chore than a hobby, and it will show. And... we don't want to treat our hobby like a side job.

Think of it like fishing. Your inspiration WILL come, just wait for it. Don't force interacting with other people if you can't think of anything, or try pushing things out if you don't have the mood to do so.

Remember, RPing is a hobby where it takes two to tango. Remember, we're here to have fun together!

6) Try to show interest, we're not mind readers

Small little thing, but if someone shows interest to you by trying to start threads with you, throw you an ask... Try to return the favor when the opportunity comes.

We've all been at the side of 'I threw things at the person but they don't seem to want to RP with me, so I'll leave them alone because they're hard to approach', and I don't think anyone wants that ljhgjlad

This isn't 'reblog karma' or anything, when it comes to memes, but rather, showing interest in someone's stuff, whether it's throwing your character back at them, liking their posts, etc. can go a long way to give your partner the OK, which means more activity for you two!

Basically: tl;dr:

1) Remember that this is Tumblr, a social blogging website! You're playing with other people, and the both of you are writing stories together, and having fun in a playground! You can write things yourself via drabbles, but ultimately, we're pretty much in this together!

2) If you do want to do something, make it easy for people to come in! Try to get people involved in the most simplest way possible in your head, and remember, throw a ball to your partner to lead on!

3) Shenanigans are usually the best way for activity because of how simple and fun it is, not to mention easy to get into! Don't be afraid of emptying your mind and throwing the most stupid thing in your head, because we're all here to have fun!

4) Approach other people! Be their cheerleader! Put them in the spotlight! We're all awkward potatoes, so why not approach them first? You can even throw memes at them which prompts a character relationship! The worst thing they could do is say no!

5) Don't force activity. Wait. If you wait, the time will come. Kind of like fishing! It'll be really obvious if you rush it. There's no hidden art about it, but just have fun!

6) We obviously respect each other, but try to show it, ESPECIALLY if it goes both ways. If it only goes one way, it'll be much harder to approach, even if you're interested in them.

Remember, it takes two people to tango! RPing is not a solo hobby, and we're all here to have fun with each other :DDD

#divinityunleashed #hxkerwxlf #THERE'S MY RAMBLING #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY jlASHALSJGASG #ANYWAYS GOING TO BED NIGHTTT

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