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uneditedidiot · 10 months

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this love is ours - jamie tartt x reader

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary: after officially starting to date Jamie, the media figures out who you are. Judgment comes in from all places - news outlets, social media, family members - but Jamie puts all that doubt out of your mind. based off the song ours by taylor swift. features appearances from Keeley and Roy.

word count: 2.5k

Warnings: language, angst, fluff social media bullying & hate, reassurance and comfort from Jamie

A/N: This could technically be part two to gold rush but you don’t need to have read that one to understand what’s going on in this imagine. Hope you enjoy!

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves

They'll judge it like they know about me and you

And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do

The jury's out, but my choice is you

Even on a beautiful Saturday afternoon out on the Richmond Green, you and Jamie somehow attracted the attention of a few invasive paparazzi.

“I thought the hat would be enough,” said Jamie, pulling the brim of his ‘icon’ hat further down his forehead.

The two of you walked off quickly down the path, keeping the photographers and their bright flashes at your backs.

You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging at his hand in yours. “Jamie, you wear that hat everywhere. People recognize it pretty easily.”

“I’m not the only person in the world with this hat.”

“Maybe not, but you made it popular.”

He sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” He smiled at you. “Well now that we’ve left those annoying arseholes behind, what do you want for dinner?”

“Keeley invited us over for a couples night with her and Roy,” you reminded him. “Remember? We talked about it with Roy this morning after your training.”

“Nah, the granddad has a tendency to ramble on with ya about random stuff so I just thought ya were chattin’ with him.”

“Yeah, I was chatting with him about dinner with him and Keeley, which you agreed to, by the way, even in your post-workout haze.”

Jamie grumbled like a little kid. “Ugh, but I’d rather just stay home with you, get pizza or some takeout, and make out on the couch.”

You lifted your head up to his cheek to kiss it. “And we can do that – tomorrow night. Which is a night we didn’t agree to have dinner with Roy and Keeley.”

That seemed to satisfy him for the moment and the two of you made your way back home to your shared house.

“I’m going to go shower, babe!” he called as he headed upstairs.

“I’ll be here!” you called back.

You kicked off your shoes by the front mat and strode into the kitchen to grab some water. As you filled a glass from the filtered pitcher from the fridge, you scrolled through your instagram.

After making it official with Jamie, the two of you had decided to keep it quiet in terms of posting on social media. You’d told close friends and everyone at Richmond. Jamie’s mom and stepfather obviously knew, since it had been at their house that you’d made things official. But your family hadn’t taken it quite as well.

Being from the States, your family’s only impression of Jamie was the Richmond matches they streamed and his arc on Lust Conquers All, which hadn’t painted him in a flattering light. Of course, Jamie freely admitted that he was an all-out prick on the show and had publicly and privately apologized to those he had hurt while filming. But your family couldn’t exactly see past it. They were protective of you and worried about what Jamie might do in the relationship.

Thankfully, Ted and Beard, who knew your parents quite well, had reassured them that Jamie was not the person the media portrayed him as. This had seemed to quell their anxieties about their kid dating a superstar footballer with a notorious reputation for being a (as your mother so kindly put it) “man-whore.” But you, as well as everyone around you, knew that Jamie had changed.

Now the instagram comments you saw as you scrolled on your latest post of you and Jamie getting brunch together were of similar nature.

There were a few comments from your friends at Richmond – Keeley had commented, “I love you both so much and you are too cute together!” Sam had said, “the queen and king of Richmond;” while Rebecca put it plainly, “you are the best people and these photos are my new favorite of you both.”

Despite the many loving and supportive comments from friends and now people who had deemed themselves ‘fans’ of you (which felt quite strange, as you were merely the head physical therapist for the team and didn’t do anything that warranted ‘fans’), there were a good handful that were not quite as kind.

One person had written, “Jamie’s back in his pretending to be monogamous era - wonder how long that will last.”

You shook your head. You knew who Jamie had become and this wasn’t a phase for him. You scrolled on.

Another comment caught your eye. “Ew who are they? Jamie is way out of their league.”

And then more continued to pop up.

“Fuck them.”

“Why do they even bother? Jamie is going to dump them in like a week bet.”

“What are they wearing?”

“Jamie and Keeley will forever be endgame.”

“I liked it better when he was with Keeley.”

“Whatever happened to celebrities dating out of their league? This person is clearly a big step down for him.”

It was a rabbit hole of discouragement and darkness. And even after you exited out of Instagram trying to shake off the hate, more seemed to appear as you opened twitter. You’d been tagged in numerous disgusting tweets from multiple accounts.

“Go die no one likes u.”

“Why is your face like that and why does Jamie like it.”

“I bet he thinks of Keeley when they fuck. Lol I would.”

“You’re literally nobody and the fact that Jamie Tartt of all people is dating you is really pathetic.”

You shook your head, exiting out of twitter with a huff. You tossed your phone on the other couch cushion. It was difficult seeing so many people who thought they had a right to comment on your relationship saying such things on the internet. You knew coming into this that dating Jamie would be difficult in terms of hate on social media, but your fears were resurfacing.

Jamie wouldn’t actually believe all that stuff said about you. You knew that. But what if other people you knew saw it and agreed with it? What if you had to start dealing with people in real life saying that? Were you not good enough to be dating someone like Jamie?

The self-doubt began to creep in, like a mist slowly dragging itself over a hill. Your thoughts began to spiral.

You recognized the anxiety beginning to escalate and decided to watch something to distract yourself. You turned on the TV and tried to tune out the online ruckus.

About a half-hour later, Jamie came barreling down the stairs.

“Babe, Keeley just texted - I think we’re late for dinner,” he said, rushing to put on his shoes.

“Shit!” you cried, slamming the TV power button and quickly going back over to do the same as Jamie.

You both grabbed what you needed and quite literally ran out the door to Jamie’s car which was right next to the gates of your home.

As you sprinted to the passenger side door, a white light suddenly blinded you from beside the front gates.

It was like they appeared out of nowhere – two photographers with large lenses. And they were yelling your name.

“Hey, what’s it like to be with someone who clearly can’t commit?” one laughed.

“Getting tired of this one already, Tartt?” the other bellowed.

“Just fuck off!” exclaimed Jamie, waving his hand at them. “This is private property! Fuck off!”

You jumped into the car, shutting the door as fast as possible. You watched as Jamie flipped off the photographers, who took the last few pictures they wanted, and trudged away.

Jamie closed his door with more force than necessary and buckled his seatbelt. “Arseholes.” He turned to you, putting his hand on your leg gently. “Are ya okay?”

No. No, you weren’t okay. After reading through all those hateful comments and then being berated by paparazzi not just for pictures, but also with hurtful questions didn’t help your self-doubt. It seemed to be bubbling up from below into your heart.

But you didn’t want to ruin the mood more by admitting you were not okay, so all you could do was nod.

“Don’t let them get to you, alright? I love you and nothing’s gonna change that,” confirmed Jamie tenderly. His hand slid into yours.

Neither of you let go all the way to Keeley and Roy’s.

“Heya!” greeted Keeley from the front door as you and Jamie exited the car.

You forced a smile. “Hi, Keeley.”

“How ya doing, Keeley?” grinned Jamie. He gave her a big hug, and then you gave her one, too.

“Just peachy,” she replied, holding the door open for the both of you. “Roy’s inside getting the chicken all prepped. I think he’s trying something fancy tonight - chicken cordon bleu!”

“That is fancy,” you agreed. “He’s really upping his chef skills.”

“I’m not buyin’ that,”Jamie joked. “He’s making beans on toast.”

“Have some faith,” you nudged him playfully.

“I’ll put my faith in nothing until that chicken cordon bleu is sitting on my dinner plate.”

“You two are so cute,” awed Keeley as the three of you made your way to the kitchen.

You swallowed the lump in your throat at the comment, feeling sweat on your palms.

“Ey, if it isn’t the granddad himself!” cheered Jamie. “Making us something fancy, are ya?”

Roy was bent over the kitchen counter, slamming a meat tenderizer into pieces of flattened chicken. He turned with a scowl on his face and gestured at the younger man with the meat tenderizer.

“I’ll be flattening more than this fucking chicken if you keep that up, Tartt,” he growled.

“Aw, I’m terrified,” mocked Jamie.

“Stop it, you two,” ordered Keely good-naturedly as she kissed his cheek. “No one is flattening anything else ‘round here — especially body parts. Right, Roy?”

“I certainly wouldn’t be happy about it and neither would they,” Jamie chuckled, nodding his head at you.

Your smile was tight. You tried to make things light hearted as you wrapped an arm around Jamie’s bicep. “Yep. That’d be…tragic.”

Jamie peered down at you with a questioning glance. He knew something was up, but didn’t want to push it in front of Roy and Keeley.

Keeley gave you both drinks and you all went to sit outside on the patio as Roy finished up cooking in the kitchen.

Jamie and Keeley launched into immediate conversation and you tried your best to keep up and add things in here and there, but you were unusually quiet. Your mind kept drifting back to what you’d read online and what the paparazzi had screamed at you.

It was an endless circle of disappointment in yourself, anxiety, and self-consciousness. This infinite loop of darkness continued to crowd your mind, taking up all the space inside. A storm seemed have come into your psyche and it was doing a number on you.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as Jamie and Keeley chatted about the towels in the locker room at Nelson Road.

Puzzled, you checked your texts. It was from your mom with a link to an article from a tabloid website.

“This doesn’t seem like a good thing, honey. What are you doing with a celebrity like that?”

That was the message your own mother had sent you about Jamie. You internally groaned. Then you clicked on the article. The headline was atrocious: HOW LONG WILL TARTT’S NEWEST FLING REALLY LAST? The pictures associated with it were from that very day on Richmond Green with you and Jamie walking hand-in-hand, clearly trying to outrun whoever was taking the photos. And then the worse ones – the paparazzi from outside your house had sold the pictures to this tabloid. They were grainy and ill-lit and had been very obviously edited. They had added weird width to your arms and even your head. The caption was “Tartt’s Partner has Gained some Weight!”

That was it for you. The dam had broken.

Tears were already spilling over by the time you’d suddenly stood from your chair and raced to the bathroom.

Both Jamie and Keeley called your name after you, and Roy had said it, surprised, from the kitchen as you rushed past.

You closed the door quietly, but didn’t have the willpower to sit anywhere else but on the floor next to the sink. You sobbed into your hands as silently as possible, but that didn’t work for long.

“Babe?” came Jamie’s voice through the door. “Babe, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

The desire to be alone was rapidly replaced by the need for Jamie.

You opened the door slowly, still seated by the sink. You kept your blood-shot gaze away from his for a moment as he stood there in silence.

When you looked up a moment later, your heart broke at his worried expression. His hands were shaking slightly.

“I’m just…overwhelmed,” you admitted hoarsely.

Jamie got down on the floor next to you, patting the space between his legs and reaching for you. You shuffled over to sit in his lap, your legs swung over one of his, arms going around his body and face sliding to nestle in his neck.

His arms wound around you protectively, rubbing your back and rocking back and forth slightly.

“Why are ya feeling overwhelmed, love?” he wondered gently.

You inhaled shakily, your face still buried in him. “I just…I’ve been getting a lot of hate comments and mean tweets lately. And then those paparazzi incidents today were awful and then my mom just texted me saying things like ‘why are you with him’ and ‘you shouldn’t be with someone like that.’ Then there was a link to this article that had pictures from today and they’d edited me to look horrible.”

Jamie sighed, his voice soft. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m truly so sorry. People are arseholes.”

“Why do they hate me so much?”

“They hate what they don’t have. They see us happy and they’re miserable, so they want to make us miserable. People throw rocks at things that shine.”

You moved your head off his neck so you could look him in the face. You smiled through your tears. “Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?”

“I did,” he smiled. “But I’m not kidding. Media is fucked up. People on the internet are fucked up. They’re bored and feel the need to stick their stupid opinions where they’re not wanted.”

“It’s just so frustrating.”

“I know. But what matters is you and me. That’s it.”

“You’re right. You and me. That’s it.”

Jamie smirked mischievously. “Besides, they’re probably jealous you get to sleep with a hot footballer and they don’t.”

You laughed. “Jamie, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m not sleeping with Roy.”

Jamie laughed in return. “Oi! Ya don’t need to be an arsehole about it.”

You gazed happily at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And I promise, forget all that shit. If you’re ever feeling this way again, just talk to me. I’ll make sure to let you know that all I need is you and you alone. This love is ours. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You pressed your lips to his for a sweet kiss, feeling much more reassured.

“Now come on,” Jamie encouraged when he pulled away, “I’ve gotta see if Roy actually can cook.”

“I think he can, Jamie.”

“We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

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vitentia · 10 months

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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY .lıllıl.

pairings ━━ best friend!ellie x oblivious!reader (no fem pronouns but female anatomy)

warnings ━━ swiftly solved miscommunication, fluff, mention of throwing up

synopsis ━━ PART 2 of BAGS ━━ after that game night at Ellie’s your friendship had been…awkward to say the least. you’d try to catch her in passing to say hello but she’d be so busy she would just give you a quick hello and keep walking. you just couldn’t understand why after all that talk about not leaving you alone, was she doing the opposite. but maybe it’s for the best, maybe you should start moving on.

playlist ━━ glue song by beabadoobee ft clario ,

“And we live in The United States of America, specifically right here in Wyoming which is a…”

“State!” The small children answered unanimously.

“Good job everyone! High fives all around.” You exclaimed, holding your hands down for the children to slap. A knock on wood caught your attention.

You looked up and saw Maria walking over to you, waving to the children sitting on the floors with a kind smile.

“Hey Maria.”

“Hey hun, can we talk for a second?” She gestured to a more secluded corner in the makeshift school room, you agreed and followed her nervously.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, of course not. I just wanted to let you know there’s been a switch, Cyrus is gonna take your patrol for this week so consider it a free day. Not many of those going around.”

Your mouth fell open. “But I thought I was supposed to do a double with Ellie.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, this was kind of a last minute switch so you’d be taking Cyrus’ place with Ellie next week for a supply run.” She suggested upon noticing your downturned expression.

“Yeah, sure.” You agreed solemnly. Maria rubbed your shoulder and walked back out the double doors, leaving you alone in your own self pity. Even though you were bitter about her ignoring you, you thought this new patrol pairing would give you the chance to confront her without talking yourself out of it, again. And now all that planning was spoiled.

Your misery was short cut by the children, as per usual.

“Bye bye teacher!”

Called out the children as they packed up their papers and pencils and ran out the doors, you called out a goodbye but by then they were all scattered out. You sighed to yourself before noticing one little boy still sitting in his floor spot and scribbling some doodles on his paper. Crouching beside him, you decided to start a conversation in that high pitched voice best used to talk to kids.

“Wow, this drawing is amazing, where do you learn how to do it?”

He smiled bashfully and continued his pencil coloring. “My sister showed me.”

“Is your sister coming to pick you up or would you like me to walk you home?”

He shook his head, his bowl cut hair swaying back and forth along with it. “Nu uh, my big sister is picking me up today. She draws really nice.”

“Mhm, well, how about we wait for you sister outside, yeah?” You proposed, holding your hand out for him to take and standing up with him.

Just then, rushed footsteps came barreling into the school room and a short haired, out of breath Asian girl comes into the room.

“Sorry I’m late!” She took a couple more breaths and held her hands on her knees. “Jesus, this school needs a bell or something.”

You chuckled at her and brought the boy over to the porch outside the school where she greeted him. “I’d rather not ring the dinner bell, Cat.”

She stood to her full height and brought the young boy under her arm, purposely messing up his hair. “Wassup lil man? Did ya learn anything?”

Despite her teasing, he excitedly looked up at her and showed her his drawing. “Yeah! I learned what a state is!”

“Oh yeah? What state are we in now?” She quizzed him

“Jackson!” He proclaimed proudly.

She raised her eyebrows up and looked at you. “Wow! You must’ve had an amazing teacher then, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and nudged her shoulder. “He does. Kids get confused sometimes.”

“Mhm, totally.” She nodded sarcastically. “Ready to get some grub, bud?”

“Yup!” He responded happily and looked up at you, “Aren’t you hungry, teacher?”

“Uh, yeah I think I need something to cheer me up.”

“Well then, let’s get a move on, people.” Cat clapped her hands together and placed one behind her brothers back to guide him in the right direction as you followed next to her.

A cool breeze whistling past you seemed like the only noise for a few minutes as you each decided who should speak first, you sighed to yourself, feeling melancholy as the thought of summer leaving earlier than you wanted passed you by.

“So, what’s got you down?” Cat spoke up first.

You looked up from the ground, surprised. “Oh, uh, I was supposed to be on patrol this week but Maria pushed it back.”

She made a funny face at you. “Wow, you might be the only person in Jackson who complains about not being on patrol and getting a day off.” You both chuckled lightly at her words but you couldn’t help how quickly your mind flashed Ellie’s face for a second.

“Not the only one.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Yeah, no, not the only one. You and Ellie love being outside these walls, I still don’t get why.” You flinched at her name coming out of her mouth, not expecting the girl to just speak about her ex so openly after their breakup.

“I guess I feel…stuck sometimes. I don’t know…” You shrugged, looking down at your feet as you reached the outside of the cafeteria.

“Well, hey, if you’re gonna feel trapped for having a day off you might as well enjoy the good food that comes with it, right?” She said in an attempt to cheer you up.

You held the door open for the two as your eyes drifted away, meeting a pair of familiar green ones that nearly froze time for a second. Ellie raised her hand to wave at you, a role you usually took on, and received a tight lipped smile from you before entering the cafeteria.

Guilt ate you up as you went to sit down but Cat drifted all your worries away while you spoke. She made hilariously dry jokes and you laughed at both the irony and the contorted faces her brother made when he found the joke stupid and for a minute, Ellie didn’t invade your mind.

It felt nice talking to someone other than your usual two friends and had you crossing your fingers for a chance to start a new chapter in your life. A chapter without you hopelessly pining after Ellie for your entire teenage years.

☼

By the time you stepped into the next week, you had managed to shove your feelings for Ellie down into a tight hole of dirt and misery in order to continue with your assignment. You barely slept the night before, too busy coming up with outrageous scenarios that would never happen and freaking out over the lingering thoughts of her lips on yours. None of it was good and all of it felt disastrous.

Your movement were sluggish and slow as you packed all the essential items you needed for the journey, purposely trying to avoid seeing her face earlier than necessary.

Unfortunately, that had an opposite effect.

“Hey.” Ellie greeted you with a small smile when you opened your front door. “You ready?”

You released the breath you held every time you saw her face and nodded, picking your bag up off the floor and walking out with her. The two of you walked in silence towards the stables for a minute, each wanting to speak first but neither having the balls to actually do so.

“Did…” you mentally cursed yourself for breaking the silence first, “did Maria tell you exactly where we’re going?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Ellie fumbled behind herself for the short pockets of her book bag before finally pulling out a neatly folded map. She opened the map to its full extent and leaned closer to you to point to your destination.

“Yellowstone National Park?” You read out carefully. “What kind of supplies are we gonna find in a…park?”

“A National park.” Ellie emphasized, stepping into the stables to greet Shimmer.

“Okay, what are we gonna find in a National park?” You questioned, reaching down to grab a rope and saddle for your horse until Ellie stopped you, her hands hovering over yours.

“Wait! Uh, Maria said only one horse for this supply run.”

“You’re joking.” You deadpanned.

She shrugged, “Sorry.”

Reluctantly agreeing, you following Ellie on the opposite side of Shimmer towards the front gates where patrol officers sat in their seats fighting sleep. The purple and gold hue that fell over Jackson from the quarter rising sun would’ve made you lull into a sleep, had it not been for the short brown haired girl that clogged your mind like a bad sinus infection.

You snagged an apple from a nearby bucket and shoved it in your pocket before snapping the patroller out of his sleep and announcing your leave. He called for others to open the gates as you took your seat behind Ellie on the horse, hesitantly wrapping your arms around her waist.

Again, silence overcame the two of you, begging to be addressed.

But for the first time in a long time, Ellie spoke first.

“I’m…I…” she sighed, seemingly frustrated.

“Take your time.” You said in a teasing tone.

“Shut the fuck up.” She snickered, giving you quick look over her shoulder before facing the open road once more. “I’m trying to apologize for…you know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Oh, fuck off, you’re really gonna milk this, aren’t you?”

You smiled happily and placed your chin on her shoulder. “I am.”

She rolled her eyes but continued. “I’m sorry for, you know, ignoring you these past few days, but in my defense I had very good reason.”

“Which is?”

“I can’t say.”

You clicked your teeth and lifted your head off of her, “Fuck you.”

Ellie chuckled under her breath and the three of you, including Shimmer, pushed forward on your trek. However, this time was different. There was no lingering sense of resentment on your end and no awkward tension on hers. It was rare you two argued or ever stopped talking for an extended period of time but when you did, it would only take mere minutes to rekindle what was there before.

Ellie hated communicating properly and you loved making her, it’s how you two flowed.

The trip there would only last a day but sitting behind Ellie on Shimmer, your eyes falling forward and your cheek leaning on her shoulder for support as you both swayed side to side was a time that you deemed immeasurable. If this was the only way you could have her, you’d treasure it. Ellie as a friend is better than going without her at all.

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“Morning sunshine.” Ellie said with a laugh after holding your nose closed and causing you to wake up with a sharp inhale.

“Oh ha ha, dick.” You huffed and kicked her in the leg.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” She cursed dramatically.

“Yeah, not so funny anymore, is it?” You laughed at her and got out of your sleeping bag, cracking your bones like a grandma and packing it all up again. “Where’d you put Shimmer?”

“In the garage because we,” she placed her hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes, “are walking.”

Your excited smile dropped into a straight line, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

You groaned and threw your down into your palm. “And how long are we walking for?”

She pretended to think, “Mhm, about three ho-“

“Three hours?!” You shouted, looking at her in shock.

“What? It’s nothing you haven’t done before.” She shrugged and bent down to throw your bag over her shoulder. “Besides, I let you sleep in and according that clock right there, it is about…9:30.” She pointed at a grandfather clock nearby.

You looked between her and the clock. “Do you even know how to read a clock?”

“Nope. Let’s go.”

You groaned but followed beside her through the wildlife, barely coming across any infected but managing to witness a few squirrels here and there scurry past you in a frenzy. Ultimately, you two ended up in front of what you assumed to be a ticketing or entrance area with flyers and brochures splayed out wildly.

“Welcome to Yellowstone National Park.” Ellie read the large sign and picked up one of the brochures still sitting neatly in a box, flipping it open and gathering an accent of sorts. “Let’s get a move-on, darlin’”

“Please tell me you’re not going to do that this whole time.”

She gave you an offended look, “What? You don’t appreciate some good lo’ southern hospitality?”

You stared at her for a second before shaking your head and walking ahead. “It’s neither southern nor hospitable. Think more…ear crushing?”

Her jaw dropped, “Oh you are mean. You are a mean mean girl, darlin’.” You giggled at her continuation but covered it up with a groan.

“I hate you.”

“Love ya, too, darlin’. As your tour guide today, I simply must inform you that these here waters are highly dangerous and some are even acidic enough to burn the flesh off that pretty little skin, and we certainly do not want that.” Ellie read off the brochure, tugging your ear in her direction to get your full attention.

You were lucky you’re out in the open or else your increased body temperature couldn’t be blamed on anything more than pure embarrassment and attraction.

“Ow! Bullshit, there’s no way it can burn off flesh. It’s just water.” You shrugged, pulling your head away from her and wearily looking over at the clear blue lake you were nearby.

“False! See here it says some hot springs can reach up to 198 degrees Fahrenheit, and I don’t know about you but I do not want to swim in that.” She pushed heavily into her fake southern accent and read off the brochure as if she needs glasses.

You snickered. “Surprised you can swim at all.”

She chose to ignore your comment and carry on with her little bit. “Here look, map says we’re approaching one right now.”

Ellie grabbed your hand without warning and pulled you in the direction of the boulders that surrounded the running lake to get a closer view. The lake spanned for miles in both directions and connected to a river, making its color crystal blue and giving it a smooth current.

“Are you sure this is a hot spring? Looks pretty normal to me.” You asked, leaning down to get a closer look but being weary of the boulders edge.

“Yeah look, says right here.” She pushed the brochure in your direction and when you turned your head in its direction, you felt an abrupt tug on your jeans.

Tripping over your own feet, your hands landed on Ellie’s shoulders as your legs entangled together, the only reason your remained upright being because of her. You nearly lost your breath, clutching her biceps in shock and a little bit of fear.

“Woah, careful there. Wouldn’t wanna fall in, darlin’.” She joked, your noses nearly touched until you registered her words and leaned back slightly.

“Didn’t you say this water is dangerously hot?” You whispered, unavoidably flickering your eyes between her green ones and her lips.

“I did.” She couldn’t fight back the mischievous smile that grew on her face as she took your moment of vulnerability and took a large step backwards with you in her arms.

Ellie tightened her arms around your waist as you stumbled into the water with her, the initial spike difference in temperature causing you take an unwanted breath in and sucking in a bunch of water. You pushed yourself off the rocky ground and swam up to the surface with Ellie right in front of you, holding you up by your waist as you choked out all the water in your lungs.

When it didn’t subside once you reached the top, Ellie grew concerned.

“Are you ok-“ before she could finish her question, her head was ruthlessly dunked underwater and water immediately sprung up her nose.

When she rose to the top, her hands never straying from their position, you two were in the same boat. Coughing and laughing.

“Okay, maybe I deserved that.” She said as rubbed the water out of her eyes.

“Maybe? You told me this water could kill me, you asshole.”

Ellie shrugged and drifted her hands lower, resting them under your thighs and pulling you higher up on her stomach, the water giving leeway to her skinny stature. If you were blushing, you wouldn’t know and you hoped she doesn’t either but you couldn’t help but avoid eye contact.

“I thought we were supposed to be on a supply run.” You mumbled, keeping your eyes trained on the soft water flowing by your bodies gently. The cold temperature turning warm from your furnace of a body.

“Actually, this is the reason.”

“What?”

Nervously, she dripped her lips under the water for a second before rising back up and holding her gaze onto your eyes. “The reason I’ve been so standoffish recently is because I was planning this whole trip.” Your jaw dropped. “After you told me about your bad experience at the lake I decided to do something better. For you. Give you a happier time to think about than that.”

She smiled but was met with a splash to the face

“Wh…why didn’t you tell me, you dick. I thought you were…I don’t even know, I thought you were flaking on me after I spilled my guts.” You rambled on but Ellie just laughed.

“That would defeat the purpose of a surprise, genius. Besides, this was supposed to happen later this week but then I saw you hanging my ex and I thought it’d be better to push it forward.”

You blinked, “What? What does Cat have to do with this?”

“She was taking your attention away from me, of course. Can’t have that.” Ellie joked, but you weren’t laughing.

Instead you unwrapped your arms from around her neck and let them fall loose around her shoulders.

“That’s not funny.” She gave you a confused look. “So, you admit you string me around like some lost puppy on purpose? And for what? Personal enjoyment?”

“Hang on, I-“

“Jesus Ellie, I-I’ve had a crush on your for, god knows how long questioning whether you were just naturally this nice or if you liked me back and-and, what? You just do this because you can? Because I let you?” You confessed accidentally, so caught up in your own anger you didn’t realize what you said.

Ellie called out your name and pushed you closer to her chest, making sure your eyes connected so you can see the seriousness in hers. “Hey, stop. That’s not what’s going on, like, at all. I don’t string you along just for fun, not that kind of fun anyways. I do like you, I like you and the love you show me. I like when you follow me around because it makes me feel special to you, I like when you do everything I say because maybe if somebody like you likes me, I can pretend I’m not as useless as I really am.”

“Woah-“

“And I like when you protect me from myself because I’m extremely self destructive and my whole life would fall apart if you don’t love me the way I love you.” She cut you off.

The lake water took a stand still, waiting for you answer as crowds of birds flew by in the sky above and called out to you below. For a minute, the whole world came to a stand still. Just you and Ellie, like always.

“Not as a friends?” You sniffled

She chuckled and looked down before meeting your eyes again, “Definitely not as friends. Unless you wanna be friends that do this.” Ellie tightened her grip around her thighs and waist and pressed her salty lips against yours, distracting herself so badly she nearly forgot to keep herself afloat.

You giggled at the water going up her nose again and how it forced her to pull away to cough. Your hands found purchase around her neck again. “No friends. Just you and me.”

“Anything you want darlin’.” She said in her terrible southern accent.

You rolled your eyes but laughed regardless. “Enough with the accent, I beg.”

“It’s good!”

“It is not!”

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hopefulromances · 10 months

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Long Time Coming I Chapter Nine I Electric Love

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning: Some angst

A/N: Enjoy

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Jamie gave me some space, for which I was grateful. We had our final match coming up and our dreams of promotion were just in sight. I wanted to be able to focus on what that, the match, which was the most important thing I’d be a part of. But of course, there was only one thing on my mind, and it was Jamie. Without having Jamie around to talk to, I found myself missing him more and more.

I moped my way through the day. Coming to work, going to my desk, going to the pitch, eating a plain salad, and going home. I didn’t want to let it affect my work so when I was on the pitch I tried to stay as unbiased as possible. But honestly, I felt more inadequate than ever. It didn’t help that the media seemed to be shining a light on every mistake you’d ever made in the league.

“Look, all I’m saying is that she’s too much of an amateur to be on the team,” George Cartrick stated firmly on the Soccer Saturday show. “A woman cannot teach a man.”

“Now, George!” Jeff Stelling defended. “(Y/N) (L/N) has performed admirably under Lasso’s leadership.”

“She’s barely out the womb! What makes her think she’s qualified to be in the Premiere League?” George shot back. “She needs to pack her bags and get out of Richmond before she loses them a chance at promotion.”

I turned my phone off, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Maybe he was right. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this job.

“George Cartrick is a twat with shriveled balls.” Roy’s voice entered from his side room. “And I should know, he constantly wears pants that show them off.”

I glanced up at him, stuffing my phone in my pocket. “Yeah, thanks, Roy.”

“Hey, Roy’s right,” Ted agreed. “With the sentiment, I’ve never seen George’s testicles myself.”

I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the desk. I appreciated their sentiment I really did but I was just so BLAH at the moment that nothing they seemed to say or do really help. I was in a funk. A funk I had put myself into. Ted, Roy and Beard exchanged glances with each other.

“You know, (Y/N),” Ted said, turning to face you. “You can talk to us about anything. Honorary Diamond Dog meeting.”

I peeked out of my arms to look around the room. Nate wasn’t in the room, so I didn’t have to worry about his sorry ass judging my for my pitiful nature. I lifted my head and took a deep inhale.

“I’m putting space between me and someone I really care about, and I thought it would make me feel better but instead its hurting me more than anything has ever hurt me before.” It all came out in a fast stream of consciousness, not breathing until I got the statement out.

“Wait, if this is someone you cared about, why are you putting space between you and them.” Beard questioned, finally joining the conversation. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out how to tread this line. There was no way in hell you were telling this group of people about Jamie.

“Well, um, I was afraid my feelings were getting in the way… and he didn’t care about me the same way I cared about him.” I decided to say. “I thought that I needed to give myself time to get over him.” Beard opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t let him say anything. “But instead of getting over him, it’s making me want him even more. And I’m trying to focus on the game but everyone and their mom is expecting me to fail! And all I want is to talk to this person because I know they would support me but now I’m afraid to even talk to him!”

Ted raised his eyebrows and let out an impressed whistle. “You got all that cooped up in that head of yours?” I nodded. “Well, no reason you’re in a funk. Look, (Y/N), I think you need to take a note out of a certain snow queen’s book and ‘Let It Go’.”

“Frozen, classic,” Roy approved, nodding his head.

“Wait, wait, wait. Let what go?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Well, it seems to me that you are holding on to every feeling, thought, and possibility,” Ted elaborated. “You hold onto all of that you’re gonna pop!”

You frowned at him. “Weren’t you the one who said that sometimes we should keep things inside?”

“That was before I met the feeling of letting it go! It really works.”

“It’s true, letting go is great, that’s how I do it,” Roy agreed.

“Roy! You’re one of the most private people I know!”

“I’m private, but I also have a very healthy relationship with my emotions and know who and when to trust people with my sharing,” he pointed out, shrugging.

Dammit I hated when he was right. I blew a raspberry and face planted on the table. I wanted to listen to them, and just let things go, but tomorrow was the big day. Maybe it was something I’d worry about later. For now, I’d just focus on the game.

That was my plan at least. But as I was leaving that night, someone pulled me into the boot room. I whipped around to see Jamie looking at me.

“Jamie what-“

“Hush, now, last time you got to talk and I didn’t so now you’re gonna listen to me.” He spoke so quickly that you could barely process exactly what he was saying to you.

“Jamie I-“

“Hush!”

“But I-“

“Just listen!” He grabbed me, holding a hand over my mouth. I frown at him but stayed quiet. “I just want to tell you that I was wrong, yeah? I was wrong about everything. I don’t love Keely. I love you.”

My eyes became saucers as I realized what was happening. I knocked his hand away from me, suddenly feeling hurt. He was lying to me. He was giving me his pity. Well, I didn’t want it.

“Jamie, please stop.” I felt my lip begin to tremble. “You’re being mean.”

“No, no, no! I mean it!” He insisted, taking me by my shoulders and forcing me to sit down on the bench. He started picking at his fingers as he paced back and forth. “I really do, I was just- I was confused. I had this feeling, like… fluttery stuff in my stomach. And the last time I had that feeling you hated me, and I was with Keely. So… I guess I thought that I was getting that feeling again because of her. But when I told her it didn’t feel right. Then you told me how you felt, and I was so confused.” He finally paused and looked at me. “I know I’m slow, (Y/N), but I get there eventually.”

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I really couldn’t think of anything to say. I was still scared that this was all a joke. That somehow, he didn’t actually love you and he was just trying to get you back in his life no matter what. He held up a hand to silence you.

“You don’t need to say anything, I know you probably don’t believe me, but I mean it.” Gave me a sideways smile, a hint of his normal cocky self coming out. He stalked forward and bent down, so he was eye-level with me, his face just inches away from mine. “And when we win tomorrow and get promoted, I’ll be doin’ it for you, love.”

The pet name fell so easily off his tongue and I felt my cheeks start to heat up under his gaze. His smirk grew as he saw the blush on my cheeks, any semblance of the anxious boy from before was gone. He gave me one last nod, a wink following it before he turned and left. I was left sitting dumbfounded in the boot room.

“What… the… fuck?” I finally spouted, bringing my hands up to my cheeks.

“That was something!” Fucking Will. I turned and looked at him, watching curiously as he shined some shoes. “The two of you are cute!”

I stared at him, still reeling from the interaction. At least there was someone else to there to prove that the interaction actually happened. I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me still believed that Jamie was lying as a way to get me to act normal again, and I honestly wouldn’t blame him. But the other part of me felt like I was soaring. Jamie liked me? No, LOVED me! Could this really be happening?

From then on it felt like I was on auto pilot. Leaving the club, getting home, doing my nighttime yoga. It was all like machinery as I figured out exactly how I should feel about everything. Tomorrow, everything would be different. Whether or not we’d be promoted was one thing but what happened with Jamie and me was entirely different.

It seemed like the whole world was on edge the day of the game. Ted was dealing with his personal life being on display, Roy was having the pain of having his feelings hurt, Beard was on the rocks of Jane (again, and Nate was… well he was acting weirder than normal. All we needed to get promoted was a tie, at the least, but Brentford was a formidable challenger.

I stood in the locker room, drawing up the formation on the board. We were running Nate’s new false nine strategy. It was certainly a choice to try a new tactic so late in the season, especially with promotion on the line but the tactic was good. Colin stood with me, chatting with me about his night and the parking ticket he’d gotten for parking half on the curb outside his house.

“I swear I didn’t even feel the curb when I parked!” He whined, stretching his arms.

“Colin, you’re a professional footballer,” I pointed out. “Just pay the ticket. And please, for the love of God, if you feel a bump, stop driving forward.”

He rolled his eyes at me glancing over to say hello to Sam as he walked into the room. Even Sam was had something going on. Edwin Akufo was on his ass about making a decision regarding joining his super team or whatever. I gave him a heartfelt smile which he returned. We all had chips on our shoulders, and this game would prove exactly what we could do with them.

The game did not start well. Brentford scored just twenty minutes into the game. Then again taking us into the half 2-nil. There had to be a solution to this. These guys could play this tactic easily but there was something disconnecting them from the execution of it. Going into the locker room, I could feel the anxiety and disappointment seeping from the lads.

“I’ma shoot y’all straight. This is bleak, yeah?” Ted started the conversation. “I mean, look at it out there. Looks like a Renaissance painting portraying masculine melancholy.” We looked out into the locker room. It was true, they looked almost angelic in their portrayal of their grief. “Okay, so now what? What are we gonna do?”

“We should abandon the false nine,” Nate suggested, shaking his head. “It’d work if we had players who knew what the fuck they were doing.”

“That’s not true, Nate,” I snapped, standing from my seat. Nate glared at me, but I pressed on. “They are perfectly capable of preforming a false nine, they just…” I closed my eyes picture the pitch. “They need to change their perspective.”

“I agree with (Y/N),” Ted chimed in. “You know, they just had 45 minutes to figure out what not to do. What do you think, Roy?”

“You should ask them,” Roy offered. “They’re the ones out there actually doing this shit.”

Ted glanced at me then Beard. It was a good idea.

“Yeah, all right.” We made our way out into the room, gaining the attention of the boys. “All right, fellas. Coaches and I are are having a little debate and wanna get ya’ll’s take on it. Should we stick with the false nine or switch it up?”

The room was silent as the team thought it over, glancing around das they waited for someone else to speak. It was Jan Maas who stepped up first.

“The tactic is sound,” he said. “and we’re all perfectly capable of executing it.”

“Yes, you are,” I encouraged. “The false nine is about deception, playing offense through the guise of defense.” I walked over to the white board where I had drawn up the tactic before the game. “You’re playing too forward, and Brentford sees the moves you make before you make them.” I pointed to the different players. “Fall back, make them come to you, look for the gaps. That’s how you score.”

I turned back around and saw all the eyes on me. I felt a rush of gratitude going through me as I appreciated their sincerity. I deserved to be here, and they knew it. Then my eyes fell on Jamie, who was listening with a soft smile on his face. I felt myself start to smile too.

“It will work,” Jan Maas agreed.

“Hey!” Ted interjected. “If Jan Maas says it, you know it’s the truth, right?”

Jamie nodded. But he wasn’t nodding about Jan Maas. He was nodding about the way you had explained the technique to them. As if you were on the field with them, knowing what was going through their minds as they played.

We ended our team meeting with the whole team laying hands on our believe sign. This was it. The moment the team became a family. Going out into the second half, it was like an entirely different team. Before we knew it Sam had scored a miraculous goal and all we needed was one more.

I found myself holding my breath as Jan Maas sent a pass to Jamie. I held my breath as he took control of the ball and started towards the goal. Then a Brentford play was sliding into Jamie’s legs sending him stumbling to the ground. I let out a shout of distain as the crowd cried to the referee. Then we got it! The referee called a penalty. Jamie hopped up and took the ball.

I knew he could make this goal easily; He hadn’t missed a penalty all season. He turned for a moment to look over at us on the sideline, and his eyes met mine. I could tell he was considering something and was looking at me for something, reassurance? Whatever he was thinking, I knew he needed to follow his gut, so I gave him a nod. He nodded back to me. Then he did something unexpected. He gave the ball to Dani.

Jamie gave up his chance to be called the savior of Richmond. Because that’s not what he needed to do. In this moment, he needed to get Dani his confidence back. Gone were the days that Jamie was afraid that Dani would replace him. Instead, he was working with him to allow the team to shine.

In that moment, I decided I didn’t care if the whole world stopped, all I wanted was to be with Jamie.

Which was good because it felt like the whole world did stop as Dani prepared to score. Time stood still as he ran towards the ball, and with one fell swoop Dani scored, tying the game. The stadium erupted into cheers and excitement. We did it, we really did it.

…

The excitement and celebrations of promotion lasted at least an hour as we paraded around the club. The boys found a bar to go to nearby to celebrate the win together. But I had unfinished business here, and I hoped Jamie would find me.

I stood on our pitch, hands in my pockets as I planned out what I was going to say. I was going to tell him that I loved him, too. That I wanted to be with him. That nothing else mattered. But then I saw him, big smile on his face, as he walked towards me in his red vest and ICON hat and everything, everything I planned left my head.

“Well, what did I say?” He bragged as he walked towards me. “Promoted, eh? How’s it feel to be in the presence of greatness?” I stared at him as he came to stand in front of me. On our pitch. The same pitch I’d chewed him out on just a year ago. He cocked his head at me, raising his eyebrows. “What is it? Why you lookin’ at me like that?”

I grabbed him by his vest and pulled him down to kiss me. He recovered from his surprise in time to grab me by my waist and tugged me closer to him. Electricity shot through me as his lips fit mine just right. How was I supposed to kiss anyone else now that I knew what kissing Jamie was like? It was heated, it was sweet, it was passionate.

It was like fucking lightening.

A/N: To be continued...

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wrenreid · 1 year

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Off Limits

content warning: none i can think of (honestly this is one of my favorite chapters:))

Part Eleven

“Okay, why did no one tell me little Hotch got hot?” Morgan asks, halfway sitting atop his desk in the bullpen.

“Morgan,” JJ scolds, her voice disappointed.

He tosses his hands up in defense. “What? We were all thinking it.”

“No, we were not all thinking our boss’s daughter is hot,” she says.

“She’a definitely matured,” Emily points out.

“Sure, she’s gorgeous, but hot is not an appropriate term,” JJ, who I’m sure came out of the womb responsible, states.

The entire conversation seems like it’s miles away from my mind, but I can hear everything they’re saying. I’m too busy thinking about the subject of the matter, Jade, to partake in this, as JJ would agree, inappropriate workplace topic.

Jade payed a brief visit to the BAU just a few minutes ago to discuss something with her father and bring him lunch. She was with Jack, a lollipop in his hand.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have even known she was here if it wasn’t for Morgan. I was too busy flipping through paperwork to notice anything around me. But I had noticed a shift in the air, somehow she has that affect on me.

Anyway, he’d asked who was in Hotch’s office. The question prompted me to look through the window of our boss’s private room. I saw her, perfect brown hair and flushed cheeks due to the still-chilly air outside, and my chest fluttered for a second. Something that is apparently it’s new party trick; it happens every time I see her.

When she was leaving the building, she glanced at me. It was only for a moment, but a soft smile spread across her lips, which caused the corners of my mouth to perk up just the same.

“Hey, she’s not a kid anymore,” Morgan defends himself. “21 qualifies for being called hot.”

“Not when the subject is your boss’s child.”

“You weren’t saying that when you wanted to bone his brother,” Morgan shot back.

“That’s different,” JJ says, shaking her head. A soft smile is starting to form on her lips.

“Yeah, it is different because I’m not trying to sleep with her,” he laughs.

“Good,” Hotch says, stepping into the bullpen. His presence is as attention-demanding as ever. “Because she’s off limits.” He’s pointing a finger at Morgan accusingly, but there’s a hint of playfulness in his tone.

He knows Morgan wouldn’t do anything like that. 21 may qualify to be called hot, but it doesn’t qualify to sleep with him. He’s too old for college kids now, which is something I will not say to his face. He also has enough respect for Hotch to not even think about touching his daughter.

I toss my satchel into the passenger’s seat of my car after plopping myself down in front of the wheel. As I turn around to back out of Quantico’s parking lot, I see Jade’s heels in the floorboard of my back seat.

My imagination runs a little wild as I begin the drive home, and I picture more of her things back there. Maybe a hair tie, a t shirt, then my mind wonders to a place it most definitely shouldn’t, a bra - something that I’d taken off of her.

I would slap myself if I weren’t driving. What the hell is wrong with me?

I turn up the radio to drown out the thoughts of her as I finish the drive back to my place.

My phone chimes once I’m home. Two words appear on the screen.

“Come over?”

Jade’s name is right above the words. Instinctively, I type back:

“Is everything okay?”

“No.”

She responds and before I can type my next text she says,

“Dying of boredom. Seems as though you’re my only friend right now.”

“What about CeCe?”

I don’t know why I’m wasting time asking stupid questions when all I want to do is run over there right this second.

“Busy.”

There’s a knock on the apartment door. I open it with a grin. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come.”

Spencer steps inside. “Well, you did say you were dying. I figure that’s urgent enough for me to come over.”

A wider smile grows on my face, my cheeks flush pink. “You’re right. It’s a dyer situation, Dr. Reid.”

He chuckles. “Home alone?”

I know he’s not asking it in a flirty way, but I still have to fight the urge to respond to him like he is. “Jack’s at a play date, and Dad’s still at work.”

“Ah,” Spencer nods with understanding. “I know I’m a doctor, Jade, but I’m not sure I’m the kind that can help with your situation. You know, the severity of dying of boredom.”

I roll my eyes, trying not to gush. I love when he’s sarcastic and witty. “You underestimate yourself.”

“Do I?”

“You do,” I nod, biting my lip. “I actually have something in mind that can help with my situation.”

“Which is?” His eyebrows stitch together slightly.

“Follow me,” I grin, heading upstairs.

Spencer hesitates, his cheeks pink and throat clearing.

“This is not one of those scenes where you get killed, Spence, I promise,” I laugh, making my way to my room.

He follows after a nervous chuckle in response to my words. I head to my bookshelf and grab a box.

“Chess?” He asks.

“Chess,” I nod my head, wiggling my eyebrows.

We sit on the floor of my room, setting up each piece of the game.

“You said we could play together, remember?” I ask, thinking back to a few days ago.

“I thought you disapproved of the idea since, in your words not mine, I’d beat you in two minutes,” he says, a slight smile on his face.

“I did, but here we are. Girls change their minds easily, keep up, doc.”

Spencer chuckles, looking down at the board.

To say he’s beating me in this game is an understatement. He’s whooping my ass, and he’ll definitely seal the deal in one more move. And for some reason, I’m loving every second of it.

He’s so focused on the game. His hands are folded underneath his chin while he watches me make my moves. His hazel eyes stare down at the board. He’s deep in thought, concentration. It’s hot as ever living hell.

I don’t think anyone has ever been this attracted to a man playing chess before. This is how all porn should start now, I think, because it’s definitely a turn on.

And oh my god is hands. I think I’m out of breath.

Spencer looks up at me, his movement snapping my eyes away from his fingers.

“Your move,” he says.

“Seems as though you’ve stolen all my pieces,” I tell him, looking down at my side of the board that is now infested with his white pieces.

“You do kind of suck.”

“Ouch!” I lightly punch his shoulder.

“Ouch,” Spencer teases, hand rubbing his shoulder.

I roll my eyes and stand up. “I’m done. You’re an ass.”

“Hate the game, not the player.” His features are beaming with a cocky grin.

“Oh, I’m hating the player,” I say, but I can’t help but chuckle.

He furrows his eyebrows, pretending to be sad by my words. “I take it back. You won the game.”

I laugh. “Oh, did I?”

“Mhm,” Spencer nods. “You’re an amazing chess player. Truly the best.”

He stands up, smoothing down his pants.

I shake my head, turning away from him to hide my burning cheeks.

“Come on,” he says, lightly touching my arm. “It’s not your fault this was all I did in college.”

A small chuckle releases from my lips. “All you did?”

“Aside from homework, lab assisting, being minorly harassed, and reading, yes,” he answers.

“So you really never went to a single college party?”

Spencer shakes his head.

“Tonight.”

“What?”

“Tonight,” I repeat myself, “you and I are going to one.”

“Going to what?” He plays dumb.

“A college party!” I exclaim.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Why not?” I pout

“Because I’m not in college,” he says

“Neither am I. Not here at least.”

“And the point of that statement is-?”

“C’mon, Spencer,” I say, poking at his chest. “Everyone has to go to at least one college party. And you’re still in your twenties, so it’s not weird. We’d fit right in!”

“You’d fit right in,” Spencer corrects.

“And you’d be with me, so you’d fit in adjacently.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “Not how that works.”

“Please,” I whine. “I promise I’ll take care of you. You deserve to have this experience. Just this once.”

Lord, does she know how to convince me. It was the stupid pouty lip, her doe eyes. They reeled me in, making my brain malfunction. I said yes. I agreed to go to some college party with her tonight.

She looks as if she couldn’t be anymore excited, and I’m sure I look the opposite.

“Go home and get ready. Pick me up at 9,” she says with an elated smile.

“Yes ma’am,” I sigh, walking downstairs.

She follows, and even though I can’t see her, I know she’s still grinning triumphantly.

“Oh, and Spencer,” she says.

I look back, my hand on the doorknob.

“Do not wear a tie.”

I press my lips together in a line as she chuckles.

twelve

auth’s note: guys my birthday is in like 12 days😙

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Title: I've Always Loved you Pairing: Park Jimin x f!reader Word Count: 3k+ Genre: Fluff, Holiday au Summary: You haven't seen Park Jimin in over three years and now your walking into his house to celebrate the spooky season of Halloween. Your feelings mixed as you try to avoid him, but find out he's everywhere. Will you admit your feelings or leave with rejection, find out in this Halloween special! Warning: drinking, kissing, making out, thoughts of feelings on someone else, heartbreak, I never know how to label these things...

Notes: Hello everyone! I hope you all had a very spooky Halloween and that you all stayed safe! I know I ended up staying home cause it started snowing, but with the season of Halloween I decided to write this little drabble and hope you enjoy it! Notes 2: Anyway, this is my first time writing something for BTS so sorry if the guys sound a bit out of character... I was trying something new so feed back is always welcome! Anyway, enjoy the rest of Halloween if your in the states, if not Happy November first! Byeee!!!

“What do you mean ‘you're not going’? You said you would go with me and you promised you would be there.” Your best friend Kaitlyn said as you and her were heading to Jimin’s house for a halloween party.

“I’m. Not. Going. How confusing is that?” you replied as you were laying in bed scrolling through your socials. You hadn’t seen Jimin in what felt like years, and going to this Halloween party meant bumping into him since the party was at his house.

“It's not, but you promised, so you're going. Now get dressed, or I’ll pick out the costume you're wearing, and you know which one I’d put you in.” Kaitlyn said as you gave her a look.

“I am not wearing that costume, and you know my reasoning. Why are you being such a bitch today?”

Kaitlyn shrugged, “Don’t go back on your promises and I won't be a bitch, simple as that.” She said with a huge grin on her face. You groaned knowing that this party could last all night, but being around the others did bring a slight smile to your face. You had gotten close to Hoseok and Seokjin that maybe going to the party wasn’t such a bad idea. You just had to avoid Jimin. How hard could that be?

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“I already hate it here.” You said as you looked at your friend and then at the large house in front of you. The yard and house was packed to the brim. People littered the front yard like Jimin was throwing a yard sale or something and the music that was coming from the front door seemed loud and annoying. Why in sam’s hell did you agree to come to this thing?

Kaitlyn chuckled, "Come on, let's go get a couple of drinks and we can go find Hoseok or someone. You know a ‘familiar face’ so we don’t feel so weirded out. I know I don’t like big crowds, but it was the only party that was happening tonight and we all know that Jimin can throw parties that are out of this world. We’ll have fun. Just relax okay?” Kaitlyn said as the two of you slowly made your way up to the door. You decided to dress up as Diane from The Seven Deadly Sins. Thighs out, boots up to your knee, and a similar hammer attached to your back just in case you needed to beat someone’s ass if they got too touchy. Your friend, Kaitlyn, decided to dress up as Noelle from Black Clover. She said she didn’t want to show too much skin, but if she got drunk enough you knew that she would be naked in a heartbeat. Your eyes rolling in your head as when you entered the house, it was decked out in halloween theme decorations. Fog machines, spider webs, skulls, bats, and pumpkins littering the shelves and tables that you honestly thought the house looked nice. It just made you upset because it was all at Jimin’s house and you didn’t want to be here because you hadn’t seen him in what felt like years.

“You made it! I’m surprised you got her to come!” Hoseok said as he came up to you and gave you and Kaitlyn a hug.

“Took a lot to get her here, but she’s here and she’s not going anywhere since we took my car instead of hers.” Kaitlyn said as you huffed but hugged Hoseok back as you were happy to see him.

“Well, come in! Lets go get you ladies something to drink! I saw Jimin spike the punch with vodka but if you have something else you want to drink, you should have brought it yourself.” Hoseok laughed as you couldn’t move to the kitchen fast enough. You swore you could hear Jimin talking to someone nearby and your heart was racing.

“Y/N! You’re here! OMG! I’m so happy you're here!” Taehyung smiled as you could tell he had already started drinking.

“Hey, V, how are you doing?” You asked as the four of you made your way to the punch bowl and started pouring drinks. You didn’t really want to drink, but Kaitlyn said it would help you relax more so bottoms up and pray you’ll have a good night.

“I’m doing wonderful! Have you said hi to everyone? Did you lock lips with you know who?” Taehyung asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You scrunched up your nose and shook your head, “No, I didn’t ‘lock lips with you know who.’ I have yet to see him and hope to god I don’t see him. I’m sure he had long forgotten about me and to be honest I’m okay with that.” You said as you heard some shuffling around behind you and then a voice. That voice bringing a shiver down your spine as it always sounded a bit high pitched, but not in an annoying way, more like a bell or a choir singing to you. The voice was magical that you wished you could hear the voice more often. You just didn’t know if tonight was the night you were going to confess. You and him haven’t talked for over three years. Three years of him going off to college in Seoul and you staying in Busan working because you couldn’t afford college. He had said he would visit, but as time went, he became nonexistent, which in the end broke your heart.

“Don’t see who? Were you trying to avoid someone?” Jimin asked as you all turned to see him dressed up as a vampire. His silver hair tucked back, and his beautiful brown eyes were now red from a pair of contacts you assumed he bought on Amazon.

“No one, don’t worry about it.” You said as you grabbed your drink and decided to explore the house some more. You had to get away from Jimin as your heart started to pound deep within your chest. You were scared. You were breaking. He looked more beautiful than the day he left, and you were sure he wasn’t the pure innocent boy you knew all those years ago.

“Y/n! Wait up! Don’t leave me alone with these assholes!” Kaitlyn said as Taehyung pouted slightly. He was probably the softest out of the small group that was forming in the kitchen. He was cute and funny, always knew when something was wrong, but drunk Taehyung was someone you had to watch out for. He didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and honestly, how you were feeling, you didn’t need to have him blab about all the thoughts that were running in your head.

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“Wow, nice costume, didn’t think you had it in you, but fuck… you look great!” Jungkook smiled as you were now outside hanging with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook.

“Thanks! It took some getting used, too, but I think with the tights on under the costume, I kinda feel more confident. Not walking around in a bathing suit and feeling half naked, ya know?” You smiled as Yoongi elbowed Namjoon, who seemed to have his mouth open from being in shock at how beautiful you looked in Diane’s clothing.

“You're welcome, where’s Kaitlyn? Did she come with you?” Jungkook asked as he and her sorta had an on and off relationship.

“She’s somewhere. Last I saw, she was with Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung. Who’s to say where she is now.” you replied, sipping on the weird concoction Jimin had made in the punch bowl.

“Ah, think she’ll wanna talk?” Jungkook asked as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know, she was the one that dragged me to this party. Honestly, I wanted to stay home and just watch horror flicks, but here I am…” you said as Namjoon smiled.

“Well, I’m glad you're here. Honestly, I missed seeing you around.” Namjoon spoke as your cheeks reddened from his compliment.

“I miss being around too. It's weird being back here, though. After Jimin left for college, I didn’t think any of us would hang out. I mean, Yoongi got that record deal. You went off to college as well, but stayed here, Jungkook started working along with I.” You began as you honestly didn’t want to remember the night Jimin told you he was leaving and that he wouldn’t be back until he finished. He might visit during the holidays, but when that first christmas came around, you didn’t see him, and you sure in hell didn’t see the others.

“Yeah, life just kinda got busy, but hey, three years isn’t that long, and honestly, having the party here meant there was no way Jimin was skipping this one. I mean, have you seen his place? Its fucking huge!” Namjoon said as a slight shiver went up your spine as the wind picked up out of the blue.

“Here, take this. You’ll feel warmer.” Jungkook said as he gave you his blazer.

“Thanks, Kookie, but I’m okay. I was thinking about heading inside and seeing if I could find Kaitlyn. Think you could come join me?” You asked as everyone sorta shared a look.

“Uh, sure, I can come with you. Is everything okay?” Jungkook asked as you nodded your head. You didn’t know why but just having one of the others nearby gave you comfort. You didn’t see Jimin as a threat, but just having one of the other guys with you while he was around gave you a safe space. You were eventually going to talk to Jimin, you just weren’t ready yet and you didn’t know when you would be ready. You just needed time.

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“There you are! I was beginning to think you walked home. Hi! How are you?” Kaitlyn asked as you couldn’t believe she was drunk if not close to being drunk.

“Fine, hey uh, where’s Jimin? I need to uh talk to him.” You said as it was about eleven o’clock when you found your friend.

“He went upstairs with some girl who said she wasn’t feeling well… as if… honestly if she wanted to get into Jimin’s pants she could of just said ‘hey I wanna fuck you’ or something, not pretend to be sick just so she could get him alone. I mean would you do something like that? Would you pretend to be sick just to get into Jimin’s pants?”

You shook your head, “No, because I don’t see him that way… and how many drinks have you had already? Where is Taehyung and Hoseok? Weren’t they with you last?” You asked as you looked around for your friends.

“Hobi is with his girlfriend and Tae went to go look for you. Said he really wanted you to go talk to Jimin before it was too late, whatever that means. I know you lik-” You covered Kaitlyn’s mouth before she could talk anymore. Your heart pounding in your chest again as you didn’t need the others and whoever else was around to know you liked him. Sure, you and Jimin were best friends growing up but who’s to say he didn’t find someone while he was off to college. He could have settled on a girl in his class and just couldn’t make it tonight. You just had to find some way around it so your heart could calm down.

“Well, here’s your boyfriend, try not to make a scene okay?” You said as Jungkook smiled at Kaitlyn and then watched as you disappeared upstairs where you were honestly afraid you were going to run into Jimin fucking some random girl, breaking your heart even more.

“So, do you really like her? I mean she’s been avoiding you since she showed up. What kind of person does that?” you heard someone talk as Jimin spoke next.

“Someone who is scared to admit their feelings, but I get it. I just hadn’t had the chance to talk to her since she got here because everyone keeps bothering us. I’m sure we’ll talk eventually but for now…” Jimin paused as the person he was talking with started to giggle, “You need to lay down and get some rest, I’ll come check on you in a little bit.”

The person spoke once more as you felt your heart sink knowing he had been wanting to talk to you since you got here, but everyone kept bothering you two so you were both never alone.

“Well, if you do talk to her, Jiminie, tell her she’s stupid. Tell her the truth and tell her what you feel, because truth be told I feel like you're wasting your time with her. You could be doing so much better and I do mean better…” you rolled your eyes as you knew the person he was talking about was talking about themselves.

“I know, but my heart is set on her and her alone. I just have to get her alone… I just don’t know how..” Jimin said as the floor creaked from underneath you and the door moved just enough for you to see who he was talking to.

“Oh, y/n, hi… um… it's not what it looks like I promise!” the girl in bed said as Jimin was sitting next to her leaned over as if he was going to give her a kiss.

“Right.. Um.. can we talk?” You asked looking Jimin right in the eyes as you felt your heart thud against your rib cage.

“Of course… just give me a second.” he said as you nodded. You walked further down the hall waiting for him. The voices in the room hushed as Jimin walked out and closed the door. His head turned in your direction as the next thing you knew your lips were against his and his arms were around his waist.

“How long?” You asked as the two of you made out in the hallway.

“How long for what?” Jimin asked as he was confused on why he was making out with you, his best friend.

“How long have you liked me?” You questioned one more time as this time you could hear the gears clicking and then a slight whine as you bit his lower lip.

“Since the day I left for college… I knew it when you said your goodbye that I knew my heart belonged to you and only you.” He said as his hands moved up your sides and slowly caged you against the wall you were now pinned against.

“Then why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you come and visit me during the holidays? Why did you stay away?”

“Because I was scared you didn’t feel the same. I know we had joked about dating and being each other's significant other, but to be clear, it's kinda hard to not fall for… I mean look at you…” He stopped kissing you as he eyed your Seven Deadly Sins costume, “You look stunning in this… you could probably wear anything and look beautiful in it.”

You blushed, “But what if my feelings for you were the same? I mean I just kissed you. Did that not mean anything to you?”

Jimin arched his brow but frowned, “It does, but you have also been drinking and I don’t want your feelings getting mixed because you were under the influence. I mean… if you do like me then I must be the luckiest boy in the world, but if you don’t then I’m in deep shit because I took advantage of you…”

“But I do like you… I’ve always liked you… Why can’t you accept that..” you mumbled as you saw what he meant by being under the influence.

“Because you're drunk, y/n… I know sober you wouldn’t be all handsy on me… you would have rather talked to me than make out with me. I just…” he pressed his forehead against yours as his lips slowly ghosted over yours softly. You could taste the vodka and orange juice but what you were also tasting was his emotions.

“So you're saying you would rather talk about this sober than with alcohol in our systems? That makes sense.” You said as you pushed yourself away from him, making him back up just a bit, “But will you remember this when you are sober?”

Jimin nodded, “Of course… I just hope you do too.”

You frowned looking at him. You swore you didn’t have that much to drink but for being here almost close to midnight and a few drinks in, you could tell that you weren’t completely sober, but you weren’t also drunk either.

“Well, now what? I mean I clearly can’t go home, and I’m sure Kaitlyn is tongue deep in Jungkook’s mouth… Did you want me to catch a cab and talk to you tomorrow?” you asked as your heart sank knowing you could have just had a one night stand and not see Jimin after this all happening.

“No, You can uh… stay here for the night. I just have to kick Veronica out of bed so you have some place to sleep. If not, there's always the guest room.”

You nodded your head, “Will you come hang out with me until I fall asleep? Just so I’m not alone and someone takes you know… advantage of me?”

Jimin looked at you with questionable eyes, “No, but I’ll stay near so I can watch the door, how does that sound?”

You pouted, “Fine, but you better keep a good eye on the door. I don’t want some creep coming in, you hear me?”

Jimin chuckled, “I hear you, I hear you. Let’s get you to bed.” he said as he took you to the guest room and smiled, “I hope you do remember this… I hope you and I can start a new chapter in our lives as a real couple, and I hope you know I do love and care for you..”

“I love and care for you too, Jimin, I-” You were cut off by Jimin’s lips as he smiled. He walked you into the guest bedroom and laid you down as he tucked you in like a child and kissed your forehead telling you good night. The last thing after that was his smile and how you said I love you one more time. You were madly in love with him. Sober or not. You were going to remember this, you just hope he did too.

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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howdy hey, i was wondering if i could request some headcannons for how the rise!TMNT would feel if after the events of the movie, their s/o or best friend (either or!) suddenly started helping them out alot, like making dinner for them or doing their chores for them ect. gn reader please! btw i love your stuff it's all so amazing<33

After the End

author’s note: sorry for the wait <333

warnings: angst, comfort ending, cursing, trauma, flashbacks, unedited

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Raph

You had been Raph’s friend before the kraang invasion. So when you were finally able to go check in on him after everything was settled you hadn’t expected to see the lair in such a messy state. “Yeahhh, sorry for the mess” Raph said sheepishly. “It’s actually way better than it was yesterday…” Your eyes almost popped out at that statement.

You rolled up your sleeves and Raph stood in front of you shaking his head, “I didn’t invite you over to get you to clean! I was thinking we could go to the surface and get some pizza maybe?” “But!” you had started. And Raph was carrying you out of the lair despite your complaints of being able to help out. “I know I know,” he said. In your mind you were swearing to definitely help after eating pizza.

“So other than the state of your home, is everything else okay? What about the guys?” You asked gently as you chewed on a slice of cheese pizza. Raph sighed, “we’re getting by, I think everyone is trying to just push it aside…” you hummed in contemplation. Wondering if that was the healthiest thing to do. “Well I’m sure everyone will speak up if they have something on their mind,” you tried to stay optimistic.

Raph nodded and with that he inhaled the rest of the pizza. You snorted, finishing off the other slice you had claimed before he ate the rest. “Some things never change,” you smiled and he smiled back. “Now I’m helping out with the lair! And don’t tell me I can’t, because I want to” Raph rolled his eyes, you were so stubborn and he knew there was no way he would convince you otherwise. “Fine, just for today!”

Two weeks later and you were wiping the sweat from your brow. “I’d say mission accomplished!” You exclaimed as the rest of the brothers, Splinter, Casey, and April agreed. The lair was finally back to its original state. Anything that was trashed and Donnie couldn’t fix was considered garbage, which made for many trips up to the surface. Otherwise the lair looked mostly normal with a few upgrades here and there because Donnie couldn’t help himself.

“Home sweet home,” Raph sighed and he patted your head. “Thanks for helping Y/n, even though-“

“I knowwww I didn’t have to help, but Raph, there’s no where else I’d rather be. I mean you saved the world!! The least I could do is help my friend with putting back together his bangin’ home,”

Raph chuckled, “bangin’ for sure,” and he ruffled the hair atop your head. “JUST KISS ALREADY!” Leo shouted and bolted for it as you turned to blush and Raph was off chasing after the menace he called a brother.

Leo

You were beside Leo the moment he was placed on bed rest, tending to him since he was really injured after the kraang invasion. He’s lucky his self-sacrificing ass didn’t really get trapped in the prison dimension! You had cried into his blankets while he was unconscious and then cried all over again when he finally woke.

“Y/n, baby, I’m okay,” he reassured you. And you sniffed, wiping away your tears as you gave him a death glare. “No you are not! And it is okay Leo, it is okay to not be okay.” And the tough guy act he had been shouldering ever since he opened his eyes faded.

Tears pooling and slipping down his green cheeks as he voiced how scared he had been, at how he thought he hadn’t done enough and that he was going to die there, in that cold place where he felt like he belonged, because it was all his fault! He ranted and sobbed and you moved closer to him, holding his face to your chest gently. Cradling him and letting him say all that had been unsaid, the things he would never tell his brothers.

When the crying subsided, you heard his stomach growl. And trying to lighten the mood you said, “I know I’m not the best cook, but do you want me to fix you something?” Leo snorted, “I don’t know, you sure? I don’t want the lair to be burnt down, the guys just started fixing the place up!” He joked and you refrained from smacking his arm, sticking your tongue out instead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only burn the kitchen down!” You said haughtily as you got up from your chair leaving Leo’s room. But before you could get far his good hand snagged your arm, “you don’t have to..” he said softly not looking at your face. “I want to,” you smiled, your hand going up to squeeze Leo’s and then he let you go.

Luckily for you, they had canned soup, which was something you knew how to make! Along with a turkey sandwich with all the fixings and a bag of chips since you didn’t know how hungry the blue turtle was. Now carrying it all back to Leo’s room was the only problem. You set everything on a big tray and maintained slow and steady steps all the way there. “Ta-da!” You said upon entering his room, placing the tray on top of his lap. “Wow what a feast!” Leo smiled up at you. “Oh well, you know I’m no Gordon Ramsey,” you said playfully. “My own five star michelin chef,” he teased in between bites.

Donnie

“Hello?” You called out into Donnie’s lab. It was quiet. Too quiet.. you knew things had happened. The lair did look different as you had quickly passed through, saying hi to Mikey in the living room and asking if Donnie was in his room or the lab. Mikey had pointed quietly to the lab in answer and you held your breath. Was it that bad? You thought to yourself.

You tried the door finding that it was unlocked which you were thankful for. “Dee?” You called out again, not getting a reply. He wasn’t at his work table, nor his swivel chair, not at his monitors either. You walked to the back of the lab, hoping that maybe he was asleep on the couch he kept back there. He wasn’t asleep. He was sitting on the couch. He had his elbows on his knees, hands holding his head, face down looking at the floor.

You stood there for a moment, you became unsure of yourself. But as you swallowed and cornered your resolve, you knew you couldn’t just turn back around. You wanted to be there for Donnie. “Hey Don, you okay?” You asked quietly, taking a few tentative steps closer to stand in front of him. His head hung lower, “Mhm, peachy.” His voice came out hard and sarcastic. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked, one arm coming to wrap around your other one, holding your elbow awkwardly.

“No I don’t Y/n. I think everyone knows what happened, I mean it’s recorded for the whole world to see. To watch as my brother faces off kraang alone as I go flying in the other direction completely useless.” His hands slowly slip from his face. As he gets to the end of his rant he began tapping on his wrist tech and a holographic image appears in between both of you. The scene where kraang moves too fast for Donnie to be able to get his tech-bo up and in a defensive position quick enough.

Both him and Mikey flying back from the power of kraang’s hit. Gravity doing the rest and forcing Raph to be portaled by Leo to save them. “I should’ve been there.” Donnie grounded out as the video replayed. “I should’ve been more prepared.” As he replayed the video for a third time. The tears in your eyes started to slip down your face. “WHY AM I-“ he breaks, his emotion choking him up before he cries out, “not good enough?”

You rush forward, pressing a button on his wrist tech and effectively stopping the video, turning off the holograph feature completely. “Donatello, do not do this to yourself.” You said your hands grabbing his and holding them. “You did everything you could, you fought back,” you squeezed his hands. He shook his head, “it wasn’t enough,” he took a shaky breath, “my best wasn’t enough and so it will never be enough.”

“Donnie!” You said in disbelief. “I-“ you sputtered trying to get a hold of the words, because you were just feeling so much right now. “That will never be you at your best Donnie, you grow every, single, day.” You were looking straight into his eyes, he wasn’t meeting yours. “You out of all people know that the past is only stepping stones to a brighter future, you will become faster, stronger, smarter. Because that’s who you are, you don’t have limits Donatello!”

His eyes met yours, and it was a first for you because you saw they held tears. “Oh Donnie,” you said softly, hurting because he was, “you think so?” he asked softly. “I know so,” you promised and he squeezed your hands back. Before pulling you into his arms, into his lap, wanting you close, needing your comfort now more than ever. You felt his body shake slightly as he cried silently into your shoulder. Your hands went up, holding the back of his head, letting the silence envelope you both.

It wasn’t until the shaking stopped and breathing deepened did you realize that he had fallen asleep. Holding you to his plastron. You just knew that he hadn’t slept in a while, probably hadn’t eaten either. But you didn’t move, you’d stay put until he woke up and then you’d get him something to eat. Donnie wasn’t the type to get so emotional, to let it consume him and drain him, but on the rare instances that it did happen, you would be there. You closed your eyes, hoping that he would wake up feeling a little lighter, that he took your words as the truth because you believed them to be so. I love you. Was your last thought as you slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Mikey

“I’ve got it!” You said as Mikey asked if anyone wanted pizza. “Huh?” He questioned looking up at you as you hopped on one foot, putting on your shoes. “I’ll go get it,” you said smiling, “just tell me which place you’re ordering from,” Mikey smiled, “oh okay! thanks Y/n!”

“Mikey can you lend me a hand?” Raph asked as he moved on to the work out room. All the weights and dumbbells were strewn about on the ground. “I’ll do it!” You said rushing to Raph’s side and started with the lightest. “Are you sure?” Mikey said coming to your side, going to pick up one when you stumbled for it instead. “Positive!” You smiled widely, giving him a wink. He tilted his head. A shy, confused smile on his face. “Thanks Y/n,” Raph said as he grunted picking up the heaviest weights possible.

“Alright guys, tonight’s the night, Mikey’s Special is back on the menu~” the orange turtle said enthusiastically as he hopped up from his bean bag heading for the kitchen. You were hot on his trail, watching as he immediately grabbed certain pans and pots for the dish he had in mind. “Hey Mike, I was thinking, what if I helped out??” You said following as he went to the stove. “No can do Y/n, Mikey’s Special is top secret even to you,” he booped your nose as he turned back around going for big spoons and spatulas. “I know but, your hands…” you spoke softly, worried you would hurt his feelings when that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Y/n,” he said slowing down his movements as your words hit him. He knew you had been doing a lot for him lately. He had a feeling it was because of that. But it was different to actually hear it from your lips. “I can still use my hands,” he said defensively and you immediately put yours up, “I know Mikey, that’s not what I meant I just don’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself. You’ve only just healed..” and the more you talked the more you wished you hadn’t. His shoulders slumped and you felt incredibly horrible. “I- I’m sorry. I think it’s coming out the wrong way I just want to help,” you said quickly trying to make him happy again.

“I know,” he turned to face you, offering a sad smile. “But I can do this.” He said determinedly. You nodded, “okay well, if you need me I’ll be in the other room,” you said reflecting his smile. You walked out of the kitchen, holding your hands together, feeling his gaze follow you all the way out. You knew you were probably being a bit overbearing. But you couldn’t help it, seeing how badly Mikey’s hands had been hurt. The nerves damaged but were thankfully able to recover. His hands still shook every now and again but he was getting better. Immensely better.

Two hours later and Mikey called your name. You bolted into the kitchen and the smell of delicious food instantly hit your nose. “Oh wow Mike, that smells so good!” You said in awe, it had been awhile since he had cooked. He was beaming a smile now, “can you help me bring out the plates?” a knowing look in his eyes met yours and you nodded happily. “Of course!” You said going for the first plate that was piled up high with food. “Alright, now be careful it’s hot!” He warned. Thankfully the walk to the table wasn’t that long so the trip back and forth didn’t take up too much time. Everyone was seated and Casey was chowing down saying how this was the best thing he had ever eaten! Which he practically said for ever new dish he tried but Mikey was still over-the-moon flattered to hear it.

After everyone was done, and thanked the cook it was dish time and you readily offered. But everyone cleaned their own plate to which was how you and Mikey ended up being the last ones in the kitchen. “Be honest, from my before cooking to now, how would you rate tonight’s meal?” Mikey asked curiously and your answer was pondered upon only for a second. “I’d say a solid ten, honestly Mikey, you’re a boss in the kitchen,” and he chuckled. “What?” You asked and he just shook his head smiling, “you sound like Raph,”

“It’s a catchy catchphrase!” You laughed, admitting that you did totally just sound like Raph right there. “How about this, that dish was totally radical?” You amended and he flicked his wet fingers your way. Causing you to gasp. “I don’t say radical!” He laughed and it was your turn to flick water his way, causing his hands to go up defensively. “You do too! Or should I’ve said it was a whip-o-rama meal?!” You teased and the mischievousness in Mikey’s eyes was your only warming you got before the nozzle to the sink was turned on you. Drenching your face and hair! “Michael!!!” You squealed trying to grab the nozzle and spray him back but it was to no avail. So you decided you had to pull out the big guns and went straight for his face. Cupping your cold wet hands to his green cheeks and pulling his face close for to give him wet kisses.

The spraying stopped after two, and then his hands completely let go, in favor of pulling your body closer. Kissing you back with passion. “AHEM!” Leo’s obnoxious voice sounded a tad too close for comfort as you jumped back away from Mikey. Leo had created a portal and was waving his dish towards you, “Sorry to interrupt but, do ya think you can do mine? I’ll owe ya!” Leo cheesed and dropped the dish, you quickly caught it before it clattered to the ground. When you stood back up Mikey was nowhere to be found, but you could hear shouting and a lot of footsteps from outside the kitchen.

“I’m sorry!! How was I supposed to know you two were k-i-s-s-i-n-g?!” Leo part hollered, part sang. Only to let out a scream seconds later. “Can’t we talk about this??? Where’s Doctor Feelings?!” Leo begged for mercy and held in your laughter as you heard, “Doctor Feelings is gone and Dr. Delicate Touch is taking names and crossing them OUT!”

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Fine to Meet Everyone

Summary: Scout brings Sniper home for Thanksgiving.

Scout’s childhood home was obvious before they’d even reached it. Much like the rest of the houses they were driving by, it was a bit worn and visibly weathered but obviously well taken care of. What made it stand out was the three cars jammed up into its driveway and a fourth parked just in front, partially on the sidewalk. The garage was closed but could’ve easily held another car or two. Which given what Sniper had heard about Scout’s family and their Thanksgiving tradition of everyone returning to his mother’s house for it, was very possible. Regardless of any extra cars though, there were a lot of folk already here.

“Damn,” Scout said as he pulled their rental to a stop uncomfortably close to the bumper of the car partially parked on the sidewalk but not on the sidewalk himself. “I was kinda hoping that maybe we’d be early enough to arrive before a few people at least. Guess that’s hard to do with how little time we’re given off for this even though it’s a gosh dang big holiday in the States which is where we are most of the time so we should get more time off but the Admin wants to be a bitch about it instead.”

“I thought you said no swearing while we’re here.” Which, Scout hadn’t specified but it was probably a good idea to include Australian swears too unfortunately.

“God… gosh dang it. It’s hard, okay? It really only matters we don’t do it around Ma or any of the kids. But anyway, if you don’t wanna go through the front door and meet everyone all at once we could climb the fence and go in the back door. The key’s probably still hidden in its usual spot but if not, I can pick it.”

Tempting. The idea of being confronted with a bunch of new people all at once was fairly anxiety inducing but he’d agreed to come knowing such might occur no matter what steps they took to try to buffer it a bit. Plus he wanted to make a good first impression on Scout’s family, sneaking in around back didn’t seem like a good way to do that. So… “Nah, I should be okay, I think.”

“All right. If it gets to be too much though just tug my shirt sleeve and I’ll be stricken with the sudden idea that I gotta take you out back to see the tree house. And then we can hang out alone up there for however long you want, in the hammock too if its still there and not dirty or torn apart or whatever.”

With a grunt of acknowledgment, Sniper unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He waited for Scout to make his way around to him before starting up the side of driveway towards the front door. Part of the railing along the stairs leading up to it was broken and held together with a single wrapping of duck tape. That didn’t seem quite trustworthy so he avoided touching the railing as they made their way up to the door.

Upon reaching it, Scout didn’t hesitate before pressing the doorbell. It was the kind that was loud enough to be heard from even out here, though faintly. He pressed it quickly twice then a third time for a couple seconds before pulling his hand away. “That’s the secret code to let them know it’s family and not a door-to-door salesman or some religious nutjob trying to sell a different kind of bull-poo.”

“Those kinds of folk that big a problem out here?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

Before anything further could be said, the door opened. It was Scout’s Ma looking much like she did in the family photos Scout had shared, though a bit grayer in the hair and shorter than Sniper had expected.

“Jeremy, you’re earlier than I’d expected. Not that I’m complaining of course. It’s good to see you.” Her voice matched her face perfectly as she leaned in to give Scout a quick hug.

“Yeah, yeah. I wanted to try to get here before everyone else did but failed.”

“Oh hon, that’d be real hard to pull off with how early the twins like to get here.” She turned her smile onto Sniper now. “And you must be Mundy It great to finally meet you.” She held out a hand of him to shake. It was warm and only slightly less callused than Scout’s. “Jeremy here talks about you on the phone all the time. I’m the one that told him to ask you out after how many times he mentioned that he liked you. Except, the reason he hadn’t yet was because he didn’t know how to approach men and was afraid to try. I had to give advice. Nothing wrong with needing advice of course, just a fun bit of info.”

“Ma,” Scout sounded just like he must’ve as a petulant child, “you didn’t need to tell him that. I asked you to try not to embarrass me, remember?”

“Dear, before you two leave, he’s probably gonna hear far more embarrassing things than that about you. But a man’s not worth keeping if he leaves you over hearing a few stories from you family about you being a bit silly sometimes. But anyway, come inside both of you.” She stepped back, gesturing for them to follow her inside. “Since you two just flew in and have to fly back tomorrow morning, you’re exempt from helping prepare dinner. There’s plenty of help already anyway.”

Inside the house was warm and already smelled of cooking food. She lead them a bit further to the living room. The TV in the center was on but no one on the couch or seated in the various chairs – some clearly always there, others dragged in from elsewhere – seemed to be paying much attention to it. A corner of the room was sectioned off as a children’s play area. All together, the room was quite full. Scout had a big family. Luckily everyone was too wrapped up in their conversations, play in the case of the kids, to notice the three of them enter.

Scout’s mother clapped her hands just loud enough to cut through the conversation, drawing everyone’s gaze. If Sniper weren’t taller than them, he might’ve tried to step behind Scout to hide a little. As it was though, he just managed to hold himself steady.

“Guess who arrived early,” Scout’s mother said. “Meaning we’re all here now. Remember to be nice to our guest. Jeremy really likes him so let’s not try too hard to scare him away. Also it’s time to change who’s working in the kitchen.”

Evidently having discussed this, a handful of the adults in the room stood and started making their way towards presumably the kitchen. Scout’s mother patted him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear before starting that way herself.

Even with those people gone, there were still a lot of people in the room, all of them looking at him and Scout. If Sniper had ever been in so small as space with so many people before, he couldn’t recall it. Some of the faces he recognized from the photos Scout had shown him, though he couldn’t put a name to any of them. Names had always been difficult for him to remember and until recently he didn’t think he’d ever meet any of Scout’s family. But they weren’t just casually sleeping together anymore and so… here he was with a bunch of strangers staring at him.

Scout looped his arms through his, pulling him closer and breaking his frozen spell. “I’ll introduce everyone to you unless you wanna go see the tree house or my old room first.”

It was tempting to accept that offer to flee but… with Scout here holding his arm through his, it wasn’t so bad. “I’m uh… fine to meet everyone, I think.” He could do this.

“Awesome. Don’t forget the signal if you need to leave though.” Keeping hold of his arm, perhaps because he wanted to or because he knew it helped, Scout pulled him deeper into the room to start meeting everyone.

By the third introduction, Sniper had already forgotten the first but he was also more relaxed. Having grown up with so few people around, being around this many at once was a lot, but if he was going to continue his relationship with Scout, he was going to have to get used to this type of thing. That wasn’t necessarily bad though, even if it was a stressful thought. But maybe one day, he’d even be able to remember all these people’s names and enjoy their company.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #scout #sniper #speeding bullet #thanksgiving fic

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aitchnkay · 9 months

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Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 8

“You’ve changed, Jie.” Jiang Cheng threw the statement out like he was throwing a rock into a river.

“How so?” His sister looked into the small brass mirror, seeing no changes in her appearance.

“You’re...” The heir struggled to find the words he was looking for. “Different. Than you were back home.“

“More decisive, ShiJie,” Wei WuXian agreed. “You talk back to that peacock instead of letting him push you around. It’s nice to see him getting treated as if he was just another person instead of the ‘heir to LanlingJin’.” He puffed out his chest and made a face to imitate Jin ZiXuan.

“A’Xian,” she scolded. “Be nice. How is Lan Er Gongzi doing?”

“Both jades look completely normal. It’s weird. I wonder if they cry when they’re alone.”

“You should keep him company,” she ordered. “Maybe spar with him. Help him get some of the hurt and anger he must be feeling out.”

Wei WuXian pretended to be shocked. “My beloved ShiJie wants my other best friend to beat me up?” He scooted towards the door to avoid Jiang Cheng’s foot. “I’m going, I’m going. No need to kick me out.”

Once only the siblings remained, Jiang YanLi relaxed a bit. “You’re the heir to Lotus Pier. You should learn to play nicely with the other heirs.”

“I will,” Jiang Cheng crossed his arms over his chest. “Except for Jin Gongzi.” At her sad look, he rushed to defend himself. “You didn’t hear what he said about you, Jie. Nasty things no husband should ever say about his wife. Especially you! You’re the prettiest girl in the world and so nice, and what he said? He’s lucky Wei WuXian punched him first. I was going to pummel him half to death.”

“You need to apologize to A’Xian for that,” she reminded her sibling.

“Apologize? For what? Fighting for your honor? I should award him!”

“Apologize for failing to keep your temper. Because of you, he was sent home from Cloud Recesses, and did not finish his studies there. Because of you, Mother beat him with Zidian.”

“How am I to blame for any of that? I didn’t make him fight. He did that on his own. Even if I’d been home, I couldn’t have stopped Mother. No one can. Not when she’s in one of her moods.”

Jiang YanLi firmed her spine and her voice. “The YunmengJiang heir was about to get into a fight with the LanlingJin heir. The very least that would have come from that is the dissolution of the betrothal agreement. Any treaties we have with the Jin? Any trade agreements? They could all have been wiped out because you wouldn’t control your temper upon hearing your sister insulted. You could have set back relations with the Jin for decades! And you think you don’t owe A’Xian an apology for anything? A junior disciple, no matter his title, is at the end of the day merely a junior disciple. A beating or exile from the sect would be an appropriate punishment for a junior assaulting an heir. Which is exactly what he got.”

“But....” The younger brother curled his hands into fists. “Are we supposed to just allow that peacock to insult you and not have any consequences?”

“The worst that insults would have caused is for Father to request the betrothal be dissolved. So.... Not only do I no longer have a husband in my future, our brother was punished at Cloud Recesses, kicked out of their lectures, and whipped by Zidian. Are you sure fighting was the better option?” She struggled to control her emotions. “You need to learn to think of all the repercussions of your actions, Didi. Not just the ones staring you in the face.”

Her brother looked down, suddenly ashamed, perhaps. “I’m sorry, Jie. I didn’t think. I... I just wanted him to pay for his insults.”

“You caused the wrong person to pay for those insults, A’Cheng,” she stated as gently as possible. “You need to apologize.”

“Yes, Jie.”

***

A/N I really need a title to this little fiction. Any ideas?

#wangxian #jiang yanli #wei wuxian #wei ying #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #chen qing ling #the untamed #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dau zu shi #cql

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facewithoutheart · 1 year

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Personal update after the break ❤️ heed the tags

I’ve always been a bit of a TMI mess so just throwing this out there because a) I like people knowing this but hate updating people individually and b) it’s helping me process.

At the end of my 2.5 week South American vacation with my husband I came down with what I thought as food poisoning. (Or, at the very very start, acute hatred of crowds at museums.) Anyway I went back to our hotel and started puking for about 18 hours. Which was a problem, given we were meant to go home the next day. Eventually my husband agreed with me that I was not getting better and we delayed our flight for another day.

On Jan 3 at about 3pm I finally felt normal. Like, I got an appetite. It was amazing. I sent my husband on a mission to bring me food and took a celebratory nap.

This is likely when my appendix burst.

I woke up in severe pain. Like. Severe. 6 or 7 on the pain scale. We waited all night but nothing made it better. Eventually my husband got me dressed and ready for the flight because a) we still thought this was a really bad case of food poisoning (I made him google appendicitis since the pain was that bad but nothing we read made it sound like that’s what I was experiencing.) and b) whatever was hurting me we wanted to be back in our own country where we had access to more resources and spoke the same language. My husband can speak some Spanish, but struggles with vocabulary, and this wasn’t a situation where we wanted to miss things in translation.

I was under the delusion that if I could just curl up in my own bed everything would be better.

Onward through a bumpy cab ride, pre-customs (where I had to sit on my luggage to not pass out… keep in mind I’d barely eaten anything besides some water and Colombian pedialyte for 2.5 days), get through security, walk to the gate (by this point every movement of my feet felt Sisyphean), get through a second, special, just for me baggage check where I had to take off and put my shoes on (seriously cannot overstate how painful that was), and then suffer through a 6 hour turbulent flight. All without looking sick because we were afraid they wouldn’t fly us home if I looked sick.

Ok! So now we’re back in the states. I am holding on for my comfy bed (remember: delusionally). We get through US customs in a surprisingly efficient manner, then head for our Lyft with Larry. Oh, Larry. He was the world’s slowest driver, bless him.

We get home, I pout at the bed until my husband put the sheets on, and then immediately flopped onto them.

And did not feel better. Worse, actually.

After being betrayed by the bed that was meant to cure me, I made more sad noises at my husband until we decided to call in the A team: my sister, the nurse.

She didn’t answer.

So I called my mom. Or, I called my mom and made my husband talk to her while I continued to make sad noises. We all have our coping mechanisms. She told us to go to urgent care, which is a shock if you know my mom. She’s minimized my illnesses my whole life so when she said, “Christina doesn’t complain about being sick until she’s really sick so maybe you should get it checked out.” Then my sister called back and helped talk us into a stand-alone ER which has facilities much like a standard ER but much faster and with a private room.

That’s probably the purpose of this whole story so holding it again: I don’t think I’m being dramatic when I saying going to a stand-alone ER (in the US) saved my life. Or at least helped avoid an invasive longer recovery surgery. To find one, you’re basically looking for an ER associated with a main hospital group, but not inside the main hospital compound. They’re a little hard to find so that’s the best I can do.

Ok so onward to the stand-alone ER. I’ll remind you at this point we’re still operating under the idea that I have really bad food poisoning, maybe severe dehydration. We get to the ER, check in, get taken back to the room, sing our story for some IV fluids, and I even got a warmed up blanket.

Heaven, if you ask me.

Fast-forward: they do a series of tests on me and conclude that my appendix has ruptured, possibly some time ago, and it’s imperative that I get surgery. Like, appendix where are you? They can’t even see it lol. They do double check my gall bladder just in case, which is another common problem FYI keep that in mind people who were born female.

Now the only question is whether or not I get a bed. Keep in mind I’m sitting pretty. The warm blankets, remember? The hospitals nearby are all full. People in the hallways waiting for care. Not ideal! The doctor tells his own horror story about his father being unable to find a room in a hospital to wait for surgery that will come 🤷‍♀️. (Coincidence: this doctor was Peruvian so that was fun! Since we’d just been.)

Luck is on my side because there’s a surgeon who will take me straight to the operating room. I get an ambulance ride (no sirens ☹️) but I do have a fun, chatty EMT who gawks at the number of ambulances stuck in the ambulance dock at the hospital to which I’m transferred. (Another bonus: the hospital is five minutes from my house.)

I pretty much immediately go into surgery. “Teetering” is the word the surgeon used about how bad I was doing. My husband estimated that I likely wouldn’t have survived another 24 hours in that condition. Fun times! Something to process later.

Moving on. I’m two days post-op, feeling great (great enough to write this!) and I’ve moved onto clear liquids, which is so awesome you guys. JELLO! ON PRESCRIPTION! I had a grape slushee yesterday, things are swinging back my way. I do have recovery issues (need to poop ☹️ need to get my ng tube removed ☹️☹️☹️ need to be able to blow a little green tube until it reaches 2,000 or something), but I’ve reached a stage where recovery is measurable so omfg my engineer husband is so happy. He has notes. He is getting a whole thrill out of making doctors explain things to him like he’s an idiot. Aside from the fact, you know, his wife’s appendix tried to kill her or whatever and the fact he’s got to actually go into the grocery store.

Meanwhile I get to measure my success in farts, which is really fun. The surgeon was like “I know you ladies don’t like talking about gas” and I was like “sir you saved my life with minimally invasive surgery but I cannot begin to tell you how little I care about talking about farts. Farts, farts, farts.” And then tried to see if we knew any of the same doctors so he’d pull my ng tube faster. No dice. He used this thing called “logic” and also “your belly was full of puss that I had to suck out so maybe do what I say” blah blah blah (no seriously I am super grateful for him; modern medicine, hospital system mess aside, is a marvel and I’m so happy I live in a world where a laparoscopic surgery was able to treat my issues with minimal side effects).

Anyway, that’s my story! Appendixes: sleeping nightmares, apparently. Lurking. Even when you’re 36 and way past appendicitis phase if you ask me. Way more trendy for a woman my age to have gall bladder issues.

Also: props to every man who said there’s no way a man would ever let this issue get as bad as I did because of my insane pain tolerance 🤣 like, thanks for the shout-out but I could do without the hospital stay.

Second shout out to my amazing husband who has been such a champ, getting me things, pushing doctors for answers, advocating for me, and also taking time to slap my ass every time I accidentally flash him with my very sexy hospital gown. He knows how to make me feel both cared for and alive. Ugh I’m gonna cry just thinking about how grateful I am to him. I won’t even make fun of him for WALKING INTO A SONIC SERIOUSLY WHO DOES THAT YOU ANIMAL but I will tease him for googling appendix and saying, “Do you know they don’t even know what the purpose of an appendix is?” Like. Honey. Yes, everyone knows that. But I pretended to be surprised anyways because, like I said. Champ.

Also my husband said my lung exercise machine looks like it has “a dick” which was exactly what I was thinking. Fist bumps. Never grow up.

The end!

#medical issues #hospital #references to throwing up #mentions of puss #discussions of farting #gross diatribes on loving my husband #life or death situations #guess what I’m having for lunch is it broth or broth? GOTCHA it’s broth

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bookishgalaxies · 2 years

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I'm back🤸‍♀️

here to request a possible friends to lovers katara x reader based off the prompt “Every time I see your face I go crazy.” “Crazy in a bad way or crazy in a good way?” “Undecided.” maybe it happens during that one play they go to in book 3 i think it was. and readers making a big deal about how everyone sees katara and reader together instead of zuko and her. Just a suggestion though. you can make the setting wherever you want doesn't matter to me. THANK YOU FOR READING !!!!!!!!

I absolutely love this and had to re-watch the episode that you are referencing to (which was amazing bc it’s been a minute since I watched the show) honestly, this was fun to write! 💕💕

“Then Do It.”

pairing: katara x fem!reader

info: oneshot, not proofread

warnings: none

summary: you go with the gang to a play that you all end up hating. The only good part was seeing a certain someone loosen up and laugh a bit.

a/n: I have no words other than please don’t call me cringe, I already know I am.

Watching Zuko and Aang train wasn’t the most entertaining thing in the world. After awhile, even firebending gets really old to watch. The only reason you were out here was because Katara was. She insisted on keeping an eye on the two boys to make sure they didn’t get injured. You tried to tell her they knew what they where doing and that she should go inside and enjoy some shade but she wouldn’t listen. That was Katara, stubborn as ever.

You made yourself a promise that if she was going to sit out here you were at least going to let her get some stuff off her chest. She was always so stressed out and worried about other’s, that stress needed to be relieved. So, you let her talk, spill out all her worries and thoughts. You actually listened to, because you cared, maybe a little too much even.

“Okay, now that you’ve gotten all the doom and gloom out, what’s the first thing you want to do after we win the war?” You asked her

“You’re so sure we’ll win.” She said

“We will, now my question.” You replied

She sat there for a second and thought, then said

“Maybe a nice spa day like the one you, Toph, and I had. Oh, and possibly go to a nice bakery afterwards and get some sweets!” She explained, a smile forming on her face.

“And think about it, we could find a nice pond to spend the day near and just have some good old fun.” You added on.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” she said, “also scaring Sokka by drenching him in a wave of water.”

You both laughed, imagining her brother’s face after getting completely drenched out of nowhere.

“We have to win the war first though.” Katara stated, dampening the previously light mood.

“I’m telling you Tara, we will, I mean, we have the literal Avatar, who can bend all four elements! Zuko’s father doesn’t stand a chance.” You explained

“Yeah, but Aang’s just a kid, he shouldn’t have the burden of the world on his shoulders.” She sighed

“He shouldn’t, none of us should, but we just do the best we can, and keep going.” You spoke solemnly.

“Maybe after all this is over you’ll get to see my home for the first time.” Katara perked up, speaking of something you had imagined many times.

“I’d really like that! We could go penguins sledding!” You exclaimed

“Yes!” She agreeed.

“Guys, guys, look what me and Suki found!” Sokka cheered as Aang and Zuko walked over to join You, Katara, Sokka, and Suki.

“What is it?” Katara asked

“They made a play! About us!” Sokka exclaimed.

“About us?” Toph asked

“Yup, probably because we are 100% coolio to the max.” Sokka explained.

Suki laughed at the phrase.

“I know that theatre. My mother always made me go watch their plays. Butchered my favorite story every single time.” Zuko piped up from where he was standing next to Aang.

“Is it really a good idea to go to a play right now? We’re in the middle of a war.” Katara pointed out.

“Katara, this is the kind of crazy random stuff we’ve been missing out on!” Sokka protested.

Eventually everyone agreed that they would put on their fire nation attire and attend a play about themselves that evening. You knew Katara was worried that it was a “waste of time.” And you tried to talk to her about other things to keep her brain distracted. She seemed to appreciate it, always giggling and smiling when you made a joke or told a funny story. Good, your plan to de-stress your friend was working. However, you will admit every time she laughed at something you said, it gave you immense butterflies in your stomach. That was probably just nerves about the play though, right?

When you got to the theatre the first thing that happened was Suki, Sokka, and Aang grabbing every snack imaginable before we got to our seats. Then, Toph made a comment about where we were sitting and that she couldn’t pick up anything with her feet. Very understandable complaint since that was her way of sight. Katara promised to explain everything to her, oh how kind she was.

-☾❤︎☽-

The play was definitely something. No one liked how their character’s where portrayed, not even you. While they where accurate to an extent, everything was horribly exaggerated. That was the point of theatre, you knew, but this was too much. When intermission hot, you were more than happy to get out of the theatre and get some air.

You could tell you weren’t the only one who was upset. It wasn’t that you didn’t like how they portrayed you, well, yeah, that was it. You weren’t a bender and the play definitely got that spot on. Except, they made you out to be this weak person who just follows Katara around like a puppy letting her protect you.

That was hardly the case. Sure, you might not be a bender, but you had studied at the university in Ba Sing Se, where you met the gang. You had learned how to make small gadgets there that would help in combat and everyday life. So, being portrayed as helpless just because you couldn’t bend and you were a girl didn’t sit right with you.

Zuko and Aang didn’t seem to happy either.Zuko was more than his usual grumpy and even seemed a little sad. Him and Toph were sitting together, you assumed she would take care of him. Suki and Sokka were attempting to sneak backstage so Sokka could recommend some better jokes as the “dedicated fan” he is. Aang had gone out on the balcony to sulk, or at least that’s what it looked like he was doing when he walked out. Now, where was Katara?

You walked the halls for awhile, and made a full circle back to where everyone had been sitting. Your feelings hadn’t gotten any better. In fact, quite contemplation might have made them worse. You saw Katara walk back in from the balcony where you assumed Aang still was since he didn’t seem to follow. She looked exhausted, yet still somehow had a small smile on her face.

You tried to lift your chin, put on a smile, and pretend like nothing was wrong. She saw right through it the second you told her you had been looking for her. How? How could you be so good at hiding your emotions and yet she was always one step above at sniffing them out? She asked you what was wrong, you told her you didn’t want to burden her with one more thing.

“Y/n, I care about you, a lot, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.” She told you

“Katara, do you really think that I’m just the tag along in the group. I hate saying all this because it sounds so pitiful and I don’t mean to but, am I really the weak bender who doesn’t have a use?” You rambled off to her.

“No, absolutely not Y/n, you are a valuable part of our team. You matter so much to the others, especially me. I, personally, don’t know where we would be without you and your handy gadgets and gizmos.” She explained to you

“Really?” You asked

“Yes!” She exclaimed

“I really matter that much to you?” You took a leap of faith with the question.

“Y/n, every time I see your face, I go crazy.” She confessed

“Crazy in a bad way or crazy in a good way?” You chuckled a little as you questioned her.

“Undecided.” She replied

“Oh.” You said, trying you hardest not to sound too disappointed.

“It’s just been so hard with the war to sort out my feelings. I mean, so always get this weird feeling in my stomach when you are around. Also, I find myself wishing you were right beside me all the time. It’s crazy, sometimes, I even just want to lean in and kiss you!” She ended her aggressive ramble.

You were in utter and complete shock. She confessed, this was the moment you had been waiting for ever since you met them in Ba Sing Se. This was it, and now that it was here, you couldn’t think of a single thing to say. So, you blurted out the first thing your brain thought of.

“Then do it.” You said

She did

-☾❤︎☽-

When you two pulled apart the. Rest of the gang was there wide eyed. Of course, the first one to speak up was Sokka.

“Ha, Toph, you owe me five gold coins AND a full statement saying that I, Sokka, was right and you, Toph, were wrong.”

“Wow, I mean, I always saw you guys look at each other funny, but I never guessed,” Aang started “I’m happy for you two.”

“I won’t lie I always thought Katara would end up with Zuko.” Suki admitted

Katara laughed, probably harder than she should have.

“Hey, it’s not that funny.” Zuko said,

“Don’t take offense to Zuko’s mood, he’s always like that, he’s quite pleased with this pairing, and so am I.” Toph explained

“Well, at least one good thing came out of this horrible play.” You jested

“Yeah, and it’s not even over yet.” Sokka replied

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#avatar the last airbender #atla x reader #atla☄️#atla katara #katara x reader #katara #atla sokka #atla toph #atla zuko #anti aang #atla suki #x you #x y/n

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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I'd love to see some wmits Izzy and Alma interactions.

(you've got it!!)

“Charlie!” Alma called as soon as she walked in the door. “I need to borrow your husband!”

“How did you get in here?” He called back, coming out of the office with a frown.

“I made a copy of your key, obviously,” she tossed her braid over her shoulder. Dressed down today, just a little black dress, acid green tights and her lowest heeled boots. “What if you had an emergency and I needed to get in?”

“I’d call Read,” he said dryly. “What do you need Iz for?”

“Ugh, you know Mom’s whole charity thing?” She perched on their couch, reaching down to untie her laces. Apparently she was staying a while. Charlie headed for the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot.

“Which one?” He asked wryly.

“The warming centers thing, you know? Help the homeless?”

“She’s got the arts education thing too,” he reminded her. “But okay, warming centers. What about them?”

“She’s doing a big fundraiser and asked if I would help her out with some of the admin. It’s been fine. You know how much I love to part stupid old men from their money.”

“It’s one of your best hobbies,” Charlie agreed. “Mocha or caramel?”

“Mocha,” she kicked off her boots. “Anyway, the actual event is in two weeks and I cut Kyle loose yesterday.”

“Oh ouch, I thought that was going well.”

“Turns out, he’s a dick and a half,,” Alma sighed. “People are such fucking liars, it’s exhausting. But he would’ve made a bad date to this anyway. All those old men are going to be all over me.”

“So you want Izzy to growl at them?”

“It would make my night,” she beamed at him. The machine started to grind beans, filling the air with the sharp bitter smell.

“He’s at work for another hour. Stick around for dinner and you can ask him yourself.”

“That was the plan. I’m not in the mood to figure out food anyway. What’re you up to?”

“Addressing my advisor’s latest round of critiques,” Charlie sighed. “I think I’m almost done. We’ll see. I don’t know how you survived this.”

“Who says I did? I’m a shell of my former self. And what was left has been devoured by adjuncting. But I got an interview for a tenure position. Came in this morning.”

“Holy shit, where?” He poured the coffee slowly. “What exciting flyover state can we plan on visiting?”

“Oh, I think you’ll find I might be quite close to home.”

“...no fucking way.”

“Way,” she laughed. “I’ve got to get it first, but can you imagine?”

“You’ll move here!” Charlie beamed at her. “Really?”

“Really really, if I get it. Can you imagine? You’ll probably get a gig on the oppisote side of the planet as soon as I do though.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I’m thinking of looking for virtual teaching positions, honestly. Something that leaves me enough time to research.”

“Ah, ‘the book’,” Alma nodded. “Sure, why not?”

He stirred in the chocolate syrup and brought her the mug, settling beside her with his own. Within a few minutes, they were both on their phones, doing their own thing, but Alma turned around, resting against the arm of the couch, her legs draped over Charlie’s lap. That was the scene Izzy came home to.

“Am I cooking for one more?” He asked wryly.

“Yep,” Charlie looked up, beamed at him. “How was work?”

“Fine,” Izzy set his shoes next to the door then crossed to kiss him. “Can still keep you in style.”

“Oh, you’re keeping me now?” Charlie ran a hand down Izzy’s arm slowly. “How novel.”

Alma’s toes poked into Izzy’s stomach and he caught her foot, “What, princess?”

“Charlie said I could borrow you.”

“I said ask him,” Charlie corrected. “He’s not a library book.”

Izzy dropped her foot, “What for?”

“I’ve got this fundraiser thing I have to go to for mom and you would be an excellent shield against gross old men.”

“I am a gross old man,” Izzy pointed out.

“You’re not that old and you’re definitely not gross,” Charlie squeezed his hand.

“Anyway, blending in can only help,” Alma sniffed. “Be my date?”

“Do I have to be diplomatic about it?”

“Not on my account,” she shrugged. “I’ll do the schmoozing, you bring the glaring.”

“Send me the date then.”

A month later, Izzy picked her up at the Bonnet family home in a black on black suit, no tie, silver embroidered black vest in a pattern of roses, one button undone at his throat, the silver chain he always wore catching the light. He looked like a very classy mobster.

“Did you dress to match me?” Alma asked, clearly delighted. She was in a silver dress, hugging her slight frame with shining jet black accessories.

“Charlie bought it,” he shrugged. “So probably.”

“Amazing.”

When they reached the venue, he opened her door and offered her his arm.

“Oooh giving me the full treatment,” she said happily, taking it, resting her hand butterfly light on his forearm.

“What’s the use unless you sell it?” he acknowledged. “Your mother know I’m coming?”

“I had to tell her,” Alma sighed. “Can you imagine how funny it would’ve been if I didn’t? But alas. Sitting arrangements etc.”

“She must’ve been thrilled.”

“There was a lot of deep breathing,” Alma agreed. “Too bad for her. I reserve the right to make this bearable for myself.”

It was stuffy inside which felt a little on those nose symbolically. Most of the attendees skewed closer to Izzy’s age than Alma’s, affluent and boring as hell. There was a ten-piece band and a lovely woman singing ballads.

“They’ll have to stop when they give out all the ridiculous awards, patting people on the back for making tax shelters for themselves,” Alma murmured. “I need to talk to the man in the hideous blue number first.”

“Sure,” they approached and it was actually easier to keep pace with her. They were of a height and Alma wasn’t the kind to dash ahead.

“Miss Bonnet!” the man exclaimed.

“Mr. Landon,” she acknowledged. “Thank you so much for coming tonight.”

“I would never miss an invitation from a lovely young lady to such a well put together event. I haven’t spotted your mother yet, but you’ll have to give her my compliments. Truly an outstanding showing,” he plowed on before Alma could say a word, “there used to be a time every night out was quite like this. When I was a young man, there used to be a dozen events like this a month. You were spoiled for choice, now you’re lucky to get a ‘thank you for your donation’ letter. Just leaving money on the table for good causes.”

“I hope you got my thank you note,” Alma said lightly. “Parties are good, but I do like a personal touch.”

“I did,” Mr. Landon realized they weren’t alone at last. “And this is your-”

“Date,” Alma supplied brightly. “Izzy, this is T. Landon, CEO of Metro Formation Banking.”

“I’m familiar with them,” Izzy held out his hand. Mr. Landon glanced down, taking in the tattoo, and shook once very lightly.

“A pleasure,” Mr. Landon glanced between them. “How did you two meet?”

“My brother introduced us,” Alma said merrily.

“Oh,” Landon’s face closed down. “I see. Give my best to your brother. If you’ll excuse me, I see Amanda and I’ve been trying to catch her for weeks.”

“Of course.”

Izzy watched him go, amused. “What did Charlie do to him?”

“His son was selling steroids to the jocks at the high school. Charlie called the cops on them,” Alma smiled faintly. “No idea if he actually was or not. Charlie always hated him. There’s Mrs. Donogue. Try to look extra disreputable. She’s a beast.”

Izzy went around the room with her. He stayed at her side, except to fetch her a glass of champagne that she used to punctuate statements rather than drink and nursed his own along. Each time she introduced him as her date, there were crestfallen looks from the men, followed by a sizing up. He’d meet their assessment with his toothiest smile. Go ahead and ask. I dare you.

The women kept their council better, but he heard the flurry of whispers as they moved around the room.

“Evelyn!” Alma said brightly as they neared the end of her circuit. She sounded genuinely thrilled. “Have you met her before?”

“Charlie has mentioned her, but no.”

“You’ll love her. Aunt E!”

“Don’t call me that in public.” Evelyn was in a billowy deep purple dress that set her breasts on display and hid most of the rest of her. Her eye patch was in the same fabric. She wore no jewelry except for a single ring on her middle finger, an aggressively large diamond. “People will think I’m old enough to be your aunt.”

“You are,” Alma laughed.

“Stop that,” Evelyn groaned. “Or at least stop sounding so happy about it.”

“You have to meet Izzy,” Alma told her. “Izzy, this is Evelyn, Evelyn, this is Izzy.”

“Izzy,” Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “As in, Charlie’s husband.”

“That’s right,” Izzy held out his hand. She shook it, strong and even.

“And where is the problem child?” Evelyn asked Alma though her eye stayed on Izzy’s face.

“Probably reading past my bookmark so he can spoil the ending,” Izzy smiled faintly.

He’d solemnly promised he wasn’t going out alone. Izzy gave it a 50-50 chance of being true. Charlie did not do well in an empty apartment.

“That sounds about right. Tell him that I missed him at the birthday bash this year.”

“I will,” Izzy agreed.

“I’m going to get another drink,” Alma declared, holding her still mostly full glass. “Anyone want anything?”

“A negroni,” Evelyn said evenly.

“No,” Izzy held up his own champagne, still half-full. Alma moved with purpose across the room.

“Not content with just one of them?” Evelyn asked coolly.

Izzy snorted, “I’m here as a distraction, not a real date. Alma can do better than me.”

“So can Charlie,” Evelyn shrugged. “And yet. Here we are with my best friend trying to figure out just where she went wrong.”

“He’s in a long term stable relationship,” Izzy said mildly. It was nice, actually. To have someone be honest about their distaste instead of hiding it in pointed questions. “About to get a doctorate. Most people would consider that a very successful turn out.”

“It has lasted longer than I predicted,” Evelyn admitted. “I kept telling Mary ‘oh, just wait it out’. And then you got engaged and I told her it was a stunt. And now here we are. You’re very serious about him.”

“Yes,” Izzy snorted. “That’s why I married him.”

“People get married for many reasons, Mr. Hands,” Evelyn gestured at the floor. “It’s a lucky few that do it for love.”

“I consider myself lucky,” he agreed. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m very unlucky,” she said without any change in her tone. “I’ve lost two husbands.”

Izzy nodded slowly, “Charlie mentioned.”

“I’m not a very maternal person. Never grieved not having children, but I’ve enjoyed being something like an Aunt to those two. Alma always had a million questions and Charlie took an interest in the business.”

“I’ve heard. He talks about that autopsy a lot.”

“He snuck in,” Evelyn said, a hint of fondness creeping in. “In any case, I take an interest, you understand?”

“I’m glad someone does,” Izzy said dryly.

“I didn’t come to the wedding because frankly, I hate weddings. I hated my own, hated every one I’ve ever been too. So I didn’t get a chance to say this then, but I think it still applies.”

“I’m listening.”

Evelyn shifted her weight, coming inches closer to him. “I have no issue with dead bodies, Mr. Hands. Least of all the ones that deserve to be dead, yet insist on drawing breath. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Izzy smiled at her, pleased as anything.

“I’m...not sure you do?” She straightened.

“No one has threatened me over him yet. It’s fucking great,” Izzy sipped his champagne.

“You...I’m lost,” Evelyn decided.

“Your Mary was furious. Stede-”

“Oh, don’t even mention him. We’ve had words,” Evelyn spat.

“He’s an asshole,” Izzy agreed merrily. “Who blustered at me. No one else has had the guts to do more than that. Even Alma just rolled over to it and she’s the kind of girl that brings an automatic weapon to a knife fight. No one else seemed to give a shit.”

“Guess that makes me special.”

Izzy saluted her with his glass, “Very. A fucking pleasure to meet you, honestly.”

“Here, Auntie,” Alma returned, holding out a glass for Evelyn. “Have fun?”

“You know what,” Evelyn tipped her fresh glass at Izzy. “I think I did.”

They had to sit to eat dinner after that. Izzy ignored his plate, in favor of listening to Alma schmooze her way around the table. Mary was sitting one over, apparently listening intently to some blowhard though Doug kept interrupting with guileless jokes that she laughed over and the blowhard winced at.

There were speeches and awards as dessert came around, then at last the band started up again.

“Dance with me,” Alma demanded.

“Yeah, fine.” Izzy got to his feet.

“We can just do a stomp and sway,” she offered as they got to the floor.

“Fuck that,” Izzy decided. “You know how to foxtrot?”

“No?”

“I’ll teach you.”

“How do you know?” She asked amused as she settled her hand at his waist.

“Long story. But it serves you, so don’t ask questions.”

Alma was a good partner. She moved gracefully, picking up the steps. Charlie liked his dancing dirty and had little interest in the formal. Would he if they came to an event like this? Maybe they’d have to crash a party one day and find out. For now, Alma flew lightly on her feet.

“We make a good couple,” she said impishly to him as they swirled around the floor.

“I look even more like a predator with you then I do with him,” Izzy countered.

“Because I’m a woman?” She asked tartly.

“Because idiots think I could convince you of something. Or force you,” he spun her out, then reeled him back in “If they haven’t met you. They see a guy like Charlie, think he can fend for himself.”

“If only they knew the terrible truth,” Alma snorted.

“Which is?”

“That without Charlie, you’d be lost at sea. And without you, Charlie would be dead.”

“I don’t-”

“Please,” Alma rolled her eyes. “I know my brother. I know what he was like when you met him. I like you a lot. Probably would’ve anyway. But I only love you because you keep him on his feet.”

“Does the same for me,” Izzy offered helplessly. Hurricane Alma. What a force.

“Can’t get divorced then. Mutually assured destruction. Anyway, no one thinks you're a predator tonight. Just a guy with enough cash to turn my head.”

“I’ve got fifty bucks and a triple AAA card.”

“Great, we can have a breakdown and get fast food.”

“It’s a date.”

They left not long after. The Bonnet house was dark. He turned off the car, but she made no move to get out.

“What is it?”

“If I get the job...Charlie says he doesn’t want to leave the area. You think that’s true?”

“We like it,” Izzy considered. “The apartment is a good deal. Know all the decent spots. I’ve got a good amount of clients. Could move, but not a lot of incentive just yet.”

“I want you both to stay,” she kept her eyes on the house. “I might need you.”

“What for?” Izzy frowned. “You don’t need anyone.”

“That’s not the same as wanting to need someone. I don’t....I don’t know what I’m going to do yet.”

“About the job?”

“And my entire fucking life,” she snorted. “Ingrid is barely talking to me. Owen is never going to move back to the area. Shawna travels so much, it’s impossible to pin her down. I was counting on that. On them. And now it’s just...gone. So I need to know you’ll be around.”

“I’m not making promises,” Izzy sighed. “But I can’t see where we’d go.”

“Good,” she looked up at last with a half-smile. “If I need a ride in a few days, would you take me somewhere and not ask any questions?”

“Any day,” he said carefully. “Are you all right?”

“Not sure yet.” She leaned over the console, suddenly in his space. She kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Iz. For tonight. And the maybe ride. You headed home?”

It would be a long drive. He could get a hotel room or at least, catch a nap here before going.

“Yeah,” it wasn’t even a question, really.

“I figured,” she grinned. “You’re both so predictable. Don’t fall asleep behind the wheel. It’d be a loss to the accounting community.”

“Fuck off, princess,” he said fondly.

“Night!”

He waited until she was safely in the house, lights flickering on one by one, before turning the car around and headed back home.

#leda house and the kraken verse #wake myself in the shadows #charlie bonnet #alma bonnet #izzy hands

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missmeredithr · 2 years

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It’s really interesting watching reaction channels and checking out some comments on social media about something you’re really enjoying. I start to wonder if I’m watching the same thing lol

I’m not saying they’re wrong or I’m right. My interpretations are mine, but wanted to ramble a bit after The Eclipse Series episode 11 and decided here was as good a place as any lol. I really should find myself some friends that watch BLs too :)

1. They thought Aye saw his uncle jump from the cliff - I assumed it was just a nightmare/scenario Aye had created. He was always presented as present Aye with his hairstyle and the fact he was wearing the necklace, which he would have received after the fact.

2. Teacher Sani and the picture. How? - well she took over from Dika so I just assumed she found it amongst anything he left behind as seems she took over his desk. Looked like she took it from the pages of (what I can only guess was Dika’s) student welfare manual, and if he and Chaddok were strained he probably didn’t care what got left behind.

3. But Thua was bullied so he should know better - don’t get me wrong outing someone is bad and would never agree to his actions, but people saying he’s been bullied so why would he do it… pretty sure in part his bullying is because of the rules and ‘curse’ both of which Akk has been supporting until recently, so if I was Thua and saw Akk frolicking in a pool with his boyfriend while (at that scene’s point in time at least) Kan had spent years?? pushing him away and even though they’d got close again he was hiding behind Bruce Wayne, so yeah I’d probably not prioritise how Akk might get treated when revealing everything either. Again, I don’t agree with what he did, but he’s a 17/18 year old kid making a knee jerk reaction to the situation, provoked by Aye trying to shut him down and protect Akk.

4. Why did Thua choose now? - Akk just got the best boy award, Aye was clearly supporting him. Then outside, the protesters show up and suddenly Aye is calling out in their favour. I get why Thua did it and had had enough and spoke out. As I said before I don’t agree to everything (ie the outing) but get why he did it. He was calling out Aye, the fact his love (and likely unknown to Thua, Akk’s mental state) had meant Aye no longer tried to get Akk to tell the truth and instead was encouraging him during the ceremony. Aye had presented himself as someone who would expose the curse, had in some ways pushed Thua from his neutral place, the ‘curse’ might not have been active but it and the rules remained in the background. At that point, Kan still wanted them to be a secret, maybe Thua thought his step dad would have been less ‘rough’ if not for his experience of the curse, after the doll incident I felt like he was shaken because any faith he had had left in the system, the teachers enacting justice, protecting their students was extinguished. So Aye was in love, the protesters being manhandled, he probably saw himself as the only option for the truth to come out.

5. A missing scene? Was there a time jump? The group made up really fast - I agree to some extent about the fast turn around but I personally didn’t have an issue with it or get confused thinking I missed something. They did talk and get everything out in the open and from what we know from an earlier episode, or at least Akk, Wat and Kan, the group resolves conflict the same day, doesn’t let it fester. Thua said he’d accept whatever Kan felt he should do about him. Not going to lie, I wouldn’t have minded a ‘sorry’ in Thua’s explanation… ‘sorry I did it but I did what I believed was right’… after that Thua went home as his mum was waiting so I assumed it was the end of the school day. Skip to the next day, or maybe it was a couple, and the short film discussion. I went with the idea that this was Thua’s apology, he’d help them which would help in particular keep Kan (and Wat) being exposed as liars, and also help back track the outing of Akk and Aye (any investigation into Akk and the cause of the curse I presume will be revealed next week - this is solely about covering for Wat and Kan and making the film).

6. Kan and Thua being cute - now these two… personally, I don’t know if I could be as forgiving as Kan but a) he loves Thua, and has finally been able to be brave and say it - love is a crazy thing, b) if he can forgive Akk’s actions, he can forgive Thua’s, c) Thua is helping with the film and to cover for them so making amends that way, d) Kan’s part of a friends group that resolves conflict quickly, e) maybe he has his own guilt as he believed in the curse, and he had kept Thua at a distance for so long. Maybe he felt bad he didn’t notice what was going on with the curse or Thua. That last bit is just me maybe-ing but whatever the reason they stay together, move on, and he takes another brave step forward, and I’m happy for him.

Ahhh that’s better. Just wanted to ramble out what I’d been thinking. Nobody might ever see this but phew, feels good. (Watch next episode tell me everything at the end of this episode was a dream and everybody actually hates each other and everybody is crying buckets!!!)

#the eclipse the series #i love them so much #the eclipse ep11 #only one episode left #gonna cry when it’s over #my bl babies

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absterclaw · 1 year

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Black Widow 6

Word Count: 519

It came to me one night as Jethro and I were eating cheap Chinese and drinking rotgut. I’d been living with Gibbs for over a month now. Nothing about the man who bombed the sedan came to light and there was no news about when I would be able to go home. If I would be going home.

We’d made a routine a couple of weeks ago: wake up, carpool to work, leave on time, work on the boat, eat food, then go our separate ways for the night. I’ve got to say that my carpentry skills are improving, big time. Most of the time we sit in silence, nothing but the sound of scraping wood to relieve it. Other times, he’s so playful, even after a hard day of work. He acts nothing like he does at work, all uptight and serious.

There has been one case the entire time I’ve lived with Jethro and it was almost open and shut. There was a sailor who helped his buddy launder money, but ended up dead because his buddy didn’t want to share the profits anymore. Typical. It felt nice to focus on something other than me for a change. Something that isn’t what I’d done, where I’d been, or who I was with within the last six months. It’s a good thing I don’t have many friends outside of work.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Jethro asked after a long period of boat tending. This is the first time he’s ever offered a movie together.

“Your TV doesn’t work, Jethro. How could we watch a movie?” I reply as I continue to sand with the grain.

He sucks in a breath of air, “I fixed it this morning.” I gave him a narrow look and set down the sander. “I’ve got company now.” It was his smile, such a contagious thing, which led me to agree with him. A movie did sound nice. Maybe it would get me out of my own head for a while.

He let me choose the movie, a chick flick with Sandra Bullock, but he didn’t seem to mind. He never did. We were so close that I could feel his body heat on my leg and arm. He was very warm; the house was very cold, too, so it didn’t surprise me when Jethro slid his arm around my shoulders and clutched me tightly. Well, maybe a little bit.

“You’re shivering.” He stated the reason for the contact, but that damn smile was back on his face. From this close, I could understand why he’s been married three times. He’s comforting, understanding, and he listens.

As he said, I was shivering, so I took that opportunity to snuggle up closer to his warm chest. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I wouldn’t mind doing this for a long time. The warmth, and the company, was well appreciated. I just can’t tell if I’m only here for safety, or for a reason it shouldn’t be. Gibbs is my boss, I’m his teammate. That’s all we should be to each other, right?

#story #gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #exerpt #y/n #jethro #original #short story #thoughts

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weatherman667 · 1 year

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The Prime of His Youth: Book II: Ch27: Warp

Bulkhead pulled up to the spaceport. A worker ran up to him, "You taking a trip?"

"I'm just the truck." Bulkhead stated. "We're just going to park and listen to music while they get everything ready."

"Aren't you Bulkhead?" the worker asked him.

"Yeah, that's me." Bulkhead replied. "This is Miko."

"Did she really take on Predacon?" the worker asked.

Bulkhead rolled down his window, "I also scrapped Hardshell." Miko firmly stated.

* * *

Sirenia talked to the Captain on the ground for a few minutes before walking back to Arcee, Jack, and June. "This is the one." Sirenia stated, "We can pay one full cube for payment, and will have one small room."

"Small?" June asked, "You mean?"

"Enough room for two femmes to lie down." Sirenia stated. "And our cargo, of course, which they will bring a hover cart over for us."

* * *

They loaded the last of the cargo onto the hover cart. Arcee looked inside Bulkhead, "Take care, big guy."

"What about me?" Miko asked.

"Take care of the big guy." Arcee said with a straight face, as she stood up and closed the door.

"I WILL!" Miko shouted as she waved, Jack and June waving back at her.

* * *

In the room, Jack opened up the cargo pod and pulled something out.

"What's that?" Arcee asked.

"Compostable toilet." Jack stated.

"Let's pretend I have no idea what that is?" Arcee asked.

"We usually flush away our waste." June stated, "Human waste is incredibly toxic, and spreads disease around us."

"Compost toilets use peat to mix in with the waste." Jack stated.

"It can go for months without causing problems." June added.

"Exactly." Jack stated.

"And the reason you are setting it up?" Arcee asked.

"You don't want to wait until you need it." Jack stated.

"I'm going to go explore the ship." June stated. "I'll leave the room to you. Make sure you clean up afterwards."

June went up to the door, opened, stepped through, and it closed behind her.

"Did she really just?.." Jack asked.

* * *

June stepped onto the bridge, and paused. "You can come in." a Cybertronian said to her.

"I wouldn't want to be in the way." June said to him.

"You won't be until we get close to the warp point. Come." he said, and she stepped further in. "I am Captain Backblast; you must be one of the Humans? The ones that helped to save Cybertron?"

"That would be my son." June said to him.

"Ah, you are a fiilial species. So, what brings you so far from home?"

"My son's servant had made it to Caminus."

"Caminus?" the captain asked, "It's still alive?"

"I'd like to see it, myself." June replied. "She'd like us to see it with her."

"She explained how much you need to travel." Backblast stated, "Combined with your short lives, then maybe space travel is not for you?"

"We planned quite a bit." June said, "Jack made sure to bring all we would need."

"You show far more courage than most Cybertronians." Backblast added.

"I wouldn't go that far." June stated.

"Oh?" Backblast asked, and stepped up to her, "Do you know how Cybertornians colonized the stars?" June looked around. "With ships, but not warp gates."

"How could you?.." June asked and paused, as it dawned on her.

"We picked a star, set course, and put ourselves into induced stasis." Backblaste stated. June looked shocked and harrowed at the concept, "We did it, because we can. And because we had to. The Quintessons were taking over Cybertron, slowly, not ready to reveal what their true intentions were. But, some saw it. Many of the Titans agreed to ferry them. They picked a destination, and traveled. now, our ships can make warp gates, and cross the vast cosmos in a moment rather than aeons."

"That almost sounds romantic." June stated.

"It was." Backblast stated. "We traveled to worlds not able to support our lives. The Titans were made into cities..." he said, and June gasped, "They volunteered. They knew we could not survive on these new worlds. The only way we could survive is from what they gave us. Somehow, they were able to form their own Well, and we were able to survive."

"Well?" June asked.

"The Well of All Sparks." Backblast replied. "The Well creates the sparks, and the protoforms, and marries the two."

"What is a protoform?" June asked.

"That is a very good question, that no one has been able to answer." Backblast stated, "It seems like a body made entirely out of raw cybermatter, but no one has been able to replicate it. When a spark is added, the protoform... how should I put this, becomes physical, real, and a Cybertronian is born. How does your species do it?"

June steeled herself to answer the question. She was probably going to get it alot. "Women have a womb," she said, and put her right hand over her womb, "she accepts genetic material from the male, and a fetus is created. This baby is eventually... born from the woman. At first, babies are incapable of doing anything on their own. They needs years of love and support until they becomes an adult."

"Hm?" he asked, "Maybe your species could survive on distance worlds? This is fascinating. Considering you could use our travel lanes, maybe you could found your own colonies?"

"Humans have actually been talking about doing that on Mars, but we haven't done anything about it yet. But, in truth, we're just visiting."

This caused him to let out a laugh, "The first Humans on my ships, and they are - just visiting. Yours is truly a strange species."

"I was happy being a nurse." June stated, "Then my son had to save both Cybertron and Earth."

"And what exactly is a nurse?" Backblast asked.

"I guess it's like a medic." she replied.

"Ah, a necessary, if often foregone profession. And then your offspring saves Cybertron. It's almost hard to imagine that Cybertron had been restored. We thought we would have to eke out a living on the various colonies, never returning to our golden age. We thought the war had destroyed Cybertron. And this means we will always be thankful for your son."

"I wish it was that easy." June replied.

"Afraid it will go to his head?" Backblast asked, "He has every right..."

"He doesn't want fame." June interrupted.

"So, I shouldn't defer to him?" Backblast asked, "I shouldn't thank him?"

"I'll do it for everyone." June stated.

* * *

Jack stepped out of their room. The corridor was as large as two lanes, which you essentially needed for Cybertronians. Arcee and Sirenia appeared behind him. As they stepped out, the doors closed behind them. Arcee happy, while Sirenia seemed completely distant. "She'll be out of commission for a while." Arcee stated.

"When's the last time you were on a ship like this?" Jack asked.

"I couldn't." Arcee replied, "By that stage of the war, the Decepticons were shooting down any ship leaving the planet."

"They what?" Jack asked, "Why?"

"Because he's that evil?" Arcee asked.

"Was he afraid Autobots were going to escape?" Jack asked.

"He didn't even try to figure it out." Arcee replied.

"Well, I mean, I know he was an insane, genocidal warlord, but..." he said, and paused, "I'm assuming there are windows." He then looked at Sirenia.

"Don't expect her to be thinking right now." Arcee added.

"I'd say we should just wander around, but Cybertronian ships are way too big."

"We have some place else to be?" Arcee asked.

"That... is a good point." Jack stated.

"We can pick one direction and just follow it." Arcee stated, "While we like having more room than you, none of our ships are designed to carry as many people as yours do."

"I guess that makes sense." Jack stated. "So, left or right?"

"Left?" Arcee asked, and Jack started walking in that direction. Arcee quickly joining him. They got several metres away before Arcee looked back, "You coming?" she asked, and Sirenia did not reply.

"Sirenia?" Jack asked, and she moved a bit. She looked about, nearly panicking until she found them. She quickly ran to catch up. Jack and Arcee turned to continue walking.

* * *

Jack walked up to a series of windows. He made it to the centre of the window, and just stared out.

"I guess it's his turn." Arcee said, as she walked up next to him. Sirenia, in her stooper, nearly walked passed them. Arcee caught her arm and pulled her over. "You turned her into a terrocon."

"We usually do so before powerdown..." Sirenia voiced, and shook her head, trying to figure out where she was, "I have plenty of time to recover." Arcee just smiled at her. "What?"

"Oh, just, you figured out how good Human intimacy is."

"I figured that out from the first cuddle." Sirenia stated, "I also, for the first time, I am no longer alone. I would do anything to keep it. I am deathly afraid of losing it. Being so far from Terra, it makes me realize how unfathomable it is. That in this vast universe, I was found."

"I honestly don't know what to say to that." Arcee stated, "Jack?"

"Hm?" Jack asked.

"You didn't hear her, did you?"

"Vast universe?" Jack asked, looking back.

"Thank you." Sirenia said to him with all of her spark.

The public system kicked in, "This is your Captain. We will be entering warp in a few nanocycles. I ask all passengers to brace yourself."

Arcee looked at the wall across the windows, and looked back at Jack. Jack nodded, and started walking over.

* * * The three huddled together. They saw the light from the warp gate glimmering out of the side of the windows, until they were swallowed up and appeared on the other side.

#transformers #prime #the prime of his youth #darcee #jack darby #arcee

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The Digital Age I

One of a few episodes of Mary’s life after 2004. After playing Night Road I just couldn’t shake the idea of her keeping on in that world out of my head, especially after Lettow mentions knowing the Fledgling, so here we are. Might post to Ao3 if I actually get it to somewhere I’d call finished but for now here’s your daily/nightly dose of Mary.

Kindred kept telling her she’d been through more in the year after her Embrace than most had suffered in their first decade. Maybe that was the reason that she never thought of her actions in 2004 as something that any other Kindred would have difficulty doing. It was her baseline.

In some sick way it was an echo of what her mortal life had been. A home life beyond the pale, something that shocked anyone she mentioned it to offhand, because for Mary it had only ever been normal. She’d always assumed everyone kept bruises hidden under their clothes, and in unlife it was no different. Didn’t every neonate have a Prince’s expectations placed on their shoulders? Wasn’t it normal to see a city burn?

No, it wasn’t - and so Mary tried to trust the new normalcy she found herself in once everything had calmed - as calm as things could be in LA. Scaffolding was put up around what remained of Venture Tower, some kine capitalist deciding to take the project on, and Mary realized that like it or not many Kindred treated things the same.

Put up scaffolding. Rebuild the facade. Keep moving.

So when Shrecknet went down, she tried to do the same as the rest of her clan. All they were told was that it was a Kine security breach, bad enough that an order came from the very top to take out the entire structure - but nothing more. In the reestablished Free State of LA, cut off from the Kindred dark web, there was no way to ascertain just what had happened with any speed. Most didn’t seem too perturbed. Mitnick himself was sired due to pulling off a similar stunt - though he pouted and mentioned they didn’t shut Schrecknet down just for him. They got local backup networks rolling (though lacking the massive infrastructure, it would make do for Kindred in southern California at least) and didn’t miss a beat.

Mary kept the Anarchs apprised. Damsel mentioned a similar mess when phone tapping technology first came on the scene, and while concerned didn’t seem too panicked. When Mary returned to her haven just before dawn she was a bundle of nerves - but was soon unwound upon falling into Nines’ arms. He’d spent the night in a meeting with Isaac about some political matter that hurt Mary’s head to think about, and both of them were desperate for the other in the hour before dawn. They murmured their worries to one another, the answer to each one that which they had an infinite amount of.

Time. In time they would see.

Nights passed, and the Nosferatu worked. Communications over the kine dark web and the occasional daring ones over clearnet found a flurry of rumor, but nothing good.

It was a government breach, not an enterprising individual like Mitnick had been. What government wasn’t clear, but the standing order was Schrecknet’s dissolution. Permanently. In one fell swoop they were set back to the 70s. Most in the warren were old enough to pivot back to old ways, but Mitnick’s heartbreak was palpable.

There was still no news of how bad the breach was. For a permanent shutdown, Mary dreaded the worst - yet most in the warren were certain it was the overreaction of some elder and things would be back to normal in a couple of years.

“Masquerade breaches happen more than you think,” Nines said to her as she laid against his chest in their haven - in recent nights it was the only time they’d managed to see each other. “I want to agree with your clan, I wouldn’t put it past some dusty asshole freaking out. But -”

But. Mary peered up at him, and saw him frowning.

“ - I’m dusty enough that I don’t know if it’s something to worry about, either. I want to say that if the humans found anything we need to worry about they’d have made a move by now, before we can react and defend ourselves.”

“That’s what you want to say,” Mary said quietly, propping her chin up on her hands so she could look at him properly. “What’s the truth?”

“The cammies are keeping us in the dark. Wouldn’t put it past them to be covering their own ass and leaving us out in the cold. Your clan’s hard enough for us to find, it’s no wonder they’re confident.” Mary could feel his voice vibrating his chest, a sensation she usually found soothing - but now she worried at her lip. “We don’t know what they found,” he continued, “and we won’t have any idea until either the humans make a move or the cammies have had enough time to put their own spin on it and let the rest of us know.”

“Do you want me to look into it?”

“No.” Nines’ grip tightened around her. “You’d have to do it old school. That’s rough work for one of your clan. I know you can do it,” he murmured, “but going into Camarilla territory? They’ll know who you are.”

“Not if I go far enough.”

“I used to run courier work. They gave it to fledglings for a reason.”

“We made it to Texas in one piece, as I recall,” Mary retorted - grinning playfully at the memory. “I think I figured out how to road trip.”

Nines sighed, bringing a hand up to stroke her head. “You were with me. I don’t like the idea of you going out there alone.”

“You could sneak out again?” The tired look he gave her at the request said all she needed to know - he wished he could. They had all of eternity to live, but never enough time. Mary tried her best to give him a reassuring smile. “I can see if Bertram will let me take Knox, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Worst case scenario he can annoy the Camarilla to their final death,” Nines smirked. The idea cheered him, and he ran his hand up Mary’s ribs, playing with the hem of her shirt. “Now that you’ve got me thinking about Texas…”

#oc: briar mary #fanfic #vtm #vtmb

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