#I'm really just pulling things out of my optimistic ass by now

[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 1)

... So this idea for an Alastor x reader (kinda?) story popped in my brain, and has refused to leave me no matter how hard I try.

Have I written fanfiction recently? Hell no.

Do I even know how to write for an AroAce character? No but I'm gonna do my damndest to represent him properly (and also relying on outer sources so I'm not offending anyone).

Do I feel like a complete fool for being sucked back into the fanfiction world and re-entering with a freakin Hazbin Hotel fic? ABSOOOO-FREAKIN-LUTELY.

But here we are. The writing gods have spoken. And they have declared that I write this story out so my poor brain can focus on other things like work.

Figured I'd share so it's just not on my computer all lonely. Will be a slow burn so fair warning. Let's be real, the deer boi needs love. But not overly romantic love. Just, someone he ends up really caring about and becoming his favourite.

SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. The hotel is looking to hire a chef to prepare meals for the staff/guests. Somehow you're hired and you begin your new life. And somehow end up becoming close to a certain Radio Demon. Word Count: 1.8 K

Chapter 1 under the cut. Enjoy I guess? ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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Ok, deep breaths y/n. Remember to smile.

You felt your lips curl up into a strained grin as if to fight off the nerves in your chest, your grip tightening on the flyer in your fist. This could go either two ways. One, you get the job and are able to live a life of somewhat normality. Or two, you get hung from the tippy top of the building by your own intestines. With your legs chopped off. And one of your arms sticking out of your ass.

Gotta love Hell and it’s creative subjects.

You shake your head out of those terrible thoughts, surely it wouldn’t be that bad?? When you saw the original broadcast on the 666 News, you couldn’t stop thinking how nice the Princess of Hell actually was. And building an entire hotel to help her subjects reform into something better was, perhaps a little optimistic in your opinion, but it made you admire her gumption and her love for her subjects.

So later when you found the flyer in search of a chef at the very same establishment the princess was hoping to fill… well, it somehow managed to get you all the way here. Standing at the doorsteps of the very lonely looking hotel on the hill. 

You had to admit it wasn’t the look you had imagined, but hey, this was Hell. You had seen worse. And everyone has to start somewhere. Including yourself, arm still poised ready to knock yet not yet making the motion.

You felt so stupid, you had been standing here for almost 10 minutes now just trying to get the courage to enter the damn building. You sigh to yourself and shake out the jitters. Alright, let’s just do this. Once again, you smile, puff out your chest and raise your arm high in the air, ready to strike with a newfound courage.

“Well folks, looks like the little lady is finally ready to take the leap! Will she follow through with her actions? Or will she choke and back out of the fight? Let’s tune in and find out~”

You felt your heart nearly leap out of your chest as you whip your head around to look behind you. A tall demon clad in red and ruby eyes stood behind you, a wickedly wide grin filling his face as he points what appears to be a microphone in your direction. You stare at it dumbly, then make eye contact with him again. He remains poised, half lidded eyes seeming to hold a sparkle of impish joy. His eyes flicker from you, to your raised arm, and back to you. After a embarrassingly long time of connecting the dots, you finally extend your arm closer to the door, never breaking focus on the demon behind you (you can't help but notice he raises his microphone even closer to you), and give the door a good solid knock.

“AND SHE’S DONE IT FOLKS, what a display!!” He pulls the microphone back to himself, as you continue to stare dumbfounded “The form, the elegance, it could almost make a grown Imp cry. Let's give her a hand people.” He begins to clap as a roar of applause plays from… somewhere.

You couldn’t tell if this guy was being sarcastic or genuine, but the whole absurdity of it all, plus the bundle of nerves you were feeling earlier, seemed to bubble up inside of you and you couldn't help a little snort escape. The red demon’s grin widened as he ceases his clapping, stepping closer to you as you continue to giggle.

“Ahhh now isn’t that better. A much nicer smile than the one you were faking earlier. Besides, there’s no need to be so shy my dear. This hotel is always happy to accept wayward demons looking for reformation!”

Upon hearing his words, you turn to face him and put your hands up “Oh nono, I’m not here to-”

“Ohoho~! and what’s this you have here?” Before you can finish your sentence, the tall demon ripped the flyer out of your hand and inspected it quickly, before turning back to you. His half-lidded gaze was now round with surprise, his grin becoming even wider (which you didn’t even think was possible).

“So THAT explains the nerves from before! And here I was just thinking you were a timid little thing. But a business woman! Now that I can admire.” He smiles at you almost impressed and leans in closer, your noses almost touching.

“Tell me my dear, can you make a good jambalaya? Or perhaps a hearty gumbo with cornbread on the side~?”

You were so flustered with the speed of everything happening (plus the close proximity of this demon you had just met certainly didn’t help). All you could manage was a jumbled “Uhh, well yes I-!”

“WONDERFULLLL~!" He straightens up again and you sigh with relief. “I’ll be sure to test you on such skills. But for now we should-”

The front doors of the hotel suddenly burst open and a short gray female stands before you, with long silvery hair and an eyepatch. She looks at you for a moment, before turning her gaze at the red demon and giving him a scowl.

“Alastor, what the HELL took you so long, you should’ve been back ages ago. And quit creeping out new potential clients.” Her gaze adverts back to you, expression softening ever so slightly, “Seriously, if he’s bothering you-” “Oh Vaggie my dear, no need to be so hostile. I was simply going over business with our newest chef!” he brings his long fingers up behind your shoulder and pulls you in close against his chest, making you yelp a moment before regaining composure. You could sense this so-called 'Vaggie' demon tense, eyes flickering between the two of you. You felt as if your brain was sputtering to catch up with the current conversation (he WORKS here??!)  before finally realizing what he had just called you. You sneak a look at him, and he gives you a quick wink before focusing back on the female before him. 

“Now be a doll and have Nifty tidy up one of the rooms, preferably one of a reasonable size and close to the kitchen. And call upon Charlie as well, she’ll DEFINITELY want to meet our newest addition!”

The female in front of you shot a glare at Alastor (you quickly noted these two did not seem to get along), but then flicked her gaze back at you. After a moment, she sighed and turned back into the building as she followed the male demon’s orders. You couldn’t help but notice how Alastor’s grip on you tightened ever so slightly as a chuckle escaped his lips, static humming ever so louder in amusement. He himself began to walk into the hotel, guiding you along with him.

"Now then. We’ll have to introduce you to everyone, as well as get you to fill in the proper paperwork, give you a proper tour of the place and-!”

“Wait wait,” you stop walking, causing him to halt. You notice a slight twitch in his eye and his hand squeezes you for a moment. He doesn’t like to be interrupted, duly noted. You take a breath.

“Sorry, uh for interrupting” That seemed to please him. “But does this mean… I got the job?? You don’t need a resume or a test or…?”

Alastor let out a guffaw of amusement “Why of course my dear! As long as you remain true to your word of being able to cook a good New Orleans dish, that’s all the proof I’ll need! There hasn’t been many a demon coming here interested in the job, so I say your timing couldn’t be more perfect!”

Well that was the easiest damn interview you’ve ever done. You felt yourself exhale a sigh of relief as you smile up to the tall demon. 

“Wow, that’s… that’s amazing, thank you so much.” He gave you a half lidded smirk, clearly enjoying being praised “So… does this make you my boss, Mr…?” 

You heard the sound of a record screech as his eyes widened in surprise. Hand finally leaving your shoulder and placing it on his own chest he began to laugh heartilly, a laugh track playing in the background. You stood there confused for a moment before he finally responded.

“Ohhh my goodness me, my mother would be rolling in her grave if she ever heard about this. How rude of me to be so forward without properly introducing myself!” One minute he was standing right beside you, and then the next he had sunken like a shadow into the floor, only to appear in front of you a few steps ahead. With grace and suave you didn’t realize he possessed, he gave a small hand flourish before bowing in front of you.

“I am Alastor, also known as the Radio Demon. I happen to be the Hotel’s Facility Manager, but you’ll find Miss Morningstar is the real ringleader around here,” You notice the corner of his lip twitch at that last remark, but you pay no mind to it. “If you ever have any questions or concerns, do not hesitate to reach out to me.” You smile and dip yourself in your own little curtsy as he straightens up.

“My name is y/n, and I’ll be sure to do my best to serve you and this hotel, sir.” Alastor seemed to hum with approval as he looks down at you. “I guess I just have one more question for you, if that’s alright.” 

“Why of course dear y/n, whatever would it be?”

“Well, I uh…” You feel yourself becoming flustered at the question, and the radio demon seemed to notice. Cocking a head to the side, he takes a step forward, opening his arms into a friendly gesture.

“Come now dearest, you can ask me anything! If we’re going to be working together, we have to be honest with each other~” You look up at him and sigh, knowing he was right. With a gulp you straighten your back and wear a serious expression.

“How long did you see me standing by the door?” 

Alastors face didn’t waver, it was hard to tell what was going on in his mind. Then his smile grew into what looked like an amused, smug expression before answering.

“The whole time.”

You groaned and felt your head slap against your hand, making Alastor burst into laughter yet again at your expense. He was there watching the entire time?? Satan’s Ass you felt like such an idiot. Was he waiting for you to move so he could get in the building?? The more you thought about it the more you wanted to sink into the floor and die, for a 2nd time. The radio demon wiped a stray tear from his eye.

“Ohhhh y/n, what a riot you are. I can already tell that this is going to be fun~”

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First chapter hoorayyy ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡ Not sure how often I'll be updating, hopefully soon as I'm currently inspired. Thanks for reading thus far!FIRST (You're here!) PREVIOUS (Doesn't exist ( • ᴗ - ) ✧) NEXT

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #oh deer #leilani-lily

[dotster001]

Yo! I really enjoy your writting style and was wondering if you do songfics? I didn't see anything in the pinned post but if you don't you can just delete this

If you do, could I request a azul ashengrotto x reader (gn if possible) based on Study Me by Zutomayo? (https://youtu.be/Atvsg_zogxo), i just think that it would be fun for the reader to try and get their feelings across whilst it either flies over azuls head or he just thinks that the reader is pulling a prank on him

Terribly sorry if this request is too guided, i got really exited

Study Me

A/N: hope this is what you wanted, lol, I get especially nervous about song fics, cause it's such a "I know what I want" kind of thing

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Azul stared at you, expressionless. Then his lips split in a grin. A grin that sent shivers down your spine.

In these moments when I’m brimming with highly defined painful emotions Saying ‘there’s nothing I can do’ is embarrassing

"Or maybe it was one of his little friends. Either way, I'll find them whether you tell me or not. So this is your last chance."

"Rielle put you up to this, didn't he?"

"Who-" you started, but were cut off by his mirthless laugh.

"I'm so confused, do you not accept my feelings?"

He stared at you, the fury rising in his aura. You were more frightened than worried about your confession.

"I'll say this once. Stop wasting my time."

Ah~ It’s fine, put on your airs as you (you loner) are You punk punk, status quo maintaining immortal

You rushed out, bumping into Jade with a half hearted apology, before running down the hall.

"Don't you think you were too hard on them? Y/N seemed genuine?" Jade asked Azul, seeming genuinely distressed that things had not gone as expected.

"No one could ever love me," Azul smirked. "Find out who put them up to this. Make them pay."

You lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. It all still hadn't sunk in yet. That he'd laughed in your face. That he'd yelled at you. That he'd outright rejected the deep feelings of love that had, you had thought, been mutually building.

This funky feeling will continue to change today’s song so that’s why I took the plunge

Guess you were wrong.

Your phone buzzed, Jade's name coming up. You let it ring, staring at the ceiling. When it finished that round of buzzing, it started buzzing again, this time Floyd's name popping up on the screen.

You sighed, shutting down your phone, and shutting your eyes, trying to drown out the crushing approach of realization.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you took a heaving breath.

But now I just wanna cry, make a plan for this reference book of emotions I’ve gathered

All this time, you'd truly thought…you'd truly believed …

You thought back to all the lingering glances you'd shared, all the moments you two stood closer than you needed to, the times when Azul initiated a touch or a conversation, and the two of you had hesitated to end it.

Had you truly misread the situation so hard? Was he using you?

Study me, figure me out

Azul was angrily drafting contracts. He'd get them. He'd get whoever had taken your fragile peace, and crushed it. How could he have been so blind? How could he have let you slip through?

"Azul," Floyd whined, waiting on the phone for what had to be the tenth call he had made to you. "Shrimpy really likes you? Why can't you see that?"

The pen in Azul's hand snapped.

"So you put them up to this? I thought you were my friend!" He snarled.

"Shrimpy-"

"You see me as some pathetic, clumsy octopus, just like everyone else!"

"Azul-"

"Get out!"

With a flick of his pen, Floyd floated out of the vip room, landing on his ass as the door slammed shut.

He angrily huffed, and moved to bang on the door, but froze in his step as he heard a shuddering sob from within.

"He's just scared. Please. Talk to him."

What should I do today? I can’t look back without being optimistic, it’d be dangerous

Jade and Floyd had broken into Ramshackle. They were sitting at the foot of your bed, reiterating the tale you'd heard time and again.

You were well aware of Azul's past. But you thought…

I want to stay healthy, at least

You had hoped…

Maybe you could have been enough.

In the end though I’ve managed to raise these emotions

And I’m staying humble about it all, I don’t wanna be poisoned by them

"Why should I try again?" You asked, bitterly. "So he can laugh in my face, again? So he can break my heart again?"

"Honestly? So I can go back into the dorm," Floyd pouted, quickly followed by Jade elbowing him in the side.

You turned on your stomach, burying your face in your pillow.

"Y/N. He loves you. If you try again-"

You groaned, turned back over, and kicked at Jade.

"Shrimpy, until you try again, I'm moving in," Floyd growled.

You kicked at him again, but this only made him laugh.

"You have plenty of empty rooms, roomie! It'll be fun! Confess to Azul~"

He skipped out of the room, seemingly to choose his room. Now it was Jade's turn to sigh.

Azul tried to focus on running the restaurant. Now that they were down a Floyd. But everyone around him was on edge. He couldn't say why for sure-

I put my memories of yesteryear through the wash but as usual In this cold season they’re still not dry In this season of false bravery they’re still not dry.

"Alanno! If you drop one more glass you're fired!"

Yeah. It was a big mystery. Consequently, he had to work twice as hard. So he had time to think.

To think about you.

You're laugh.

Your smile.

The way you always sought him out.

The way you snuggled against him when he helped you with homework.

Had he.…had he been wrong?

No. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? He thought as he snapped at Miles, who was going to comfort his stressed boyfriend.

Wasn't it?

Study me, figure me out

Wasn't it?!?!?!

He dropped his own tray of glasses. Making Miles and Alanno have to fight very hard not to snicker at him.

I hope that the weakness that keeps you thinking of me Is still hurting you, even just a little

He stared at the shards of glass on the floor, before slowly kneeling down.

You would have been comforting him right now. You would have told him to go to his room, while you cleaned his mess. You would have brought him a mug of tea, then sat next to him and caressed his hair.

And I hope that you even start to find them inevitable And be just as soaked in these emotions as me

You might as well have been dating already, with the way you both interacted on a daily basis.

I hope that the strength that keeps you thinking of me Is still troubling you, even just a little

You were probably just playing the long game.

But as he stared at the floor, he realized even if you were pretending…

He would be willing to play along forever.

Study me, figure me out

"Ask him. Ask him. Ask him. Ask him."

Floyd was the worst roommate ever.

But if his tactic was to get you to ask out Azul, again…it was working.

He wasn't just annoying you. He was telling stories. Stories of childhood Azul. Stories of present Azul. Stories of Azul before you. Stories of Azul with you.

Sevens, you love that man…

"Ask him. Ask him. Ask hi-" he cut himself off with your half hearted glare. He grinned, mildly sinisterly, before singing out, "Yes!"

You took a heavy breath, and knocked on the door of the vip room.

I’m choosing the uncertain Cause today’s song will keep changing

"Enter."

You square your shoulders, and push the door open.

He looked up, and his face was immediately beet red, eyes flickering back down to his desk.

"Prefect." He greeted.

"Azul." You said, cooly taking a seat. "I want to make a deal."

His eyes widened, quickly flickering back up to meet yours.

"Oh?"

"There's something I want."

He stiffened, but summoned a golden contract anyway, beginning to write.

"And what, pray tell, would that be?"

"Not what, but who."

The pen snapped. He slowly pulled out a second one.

"Mhmm."

"The problem is, I confessed to him before, and he doesn't love me back. So you'll have to use a love potion."

He froze, and gently set the pen down. He looked up at you, eyes tearing up.

"You don't need one. He already returns your feelings. He's just a stupid idiot sometimes."

You smiled, softly.

"I can work with that."

Isn’t that amazing for both of us?

That’s all i can ask now

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #twst azul

[likeabxrdinflight]

so as we all know, the live action atla airs tomorrow. knowing me, I'll end up binging the whole thing in one, two days tops.

I think the majority of my followers on this platform followed me back in 2020, when the animated show dropped on netflix and saw a sudden resurgence in popularity. so most of you know me as a fan, and it's not exactly a secret. I adore the animated show. It's somewhere in my top ten favorite tv series of all time. it might even be the top, I've never actually sat down and thought about it that deeply, but if I did, atla very well could be number one.

it's not a perfect show, far from it. it has flaws. everything does. but I was there with atla from literally day one. I remember back in 2005, all the tv ads for this cool, anime-esque nickelodeon show that was gonna air soon. I memorized the date and time of the premiere. I made damn sure I wasn't gonna miss it. my 12-year-old ass forced my little brother to surrender the remote for that hour and refused to let him touch it. turns out I didn't need to, because we both got invested right away. and I tuned in for every new episode from that day on. even if I was at a friend's house, I made sure we watched if a new episode of atla was airing. I was that insane about this show.

I can remember making up fake bending routines in my parents' living room (usually firebending lol). in the summers I'd pretend to be a waterbender in the swimming pool. some of my earliest drawings are of katara, aang, and zuko, and then later azula. I remember when the blue spirit first aired and presenting my brother with the "zuko will definitely become aang's friend and teach him firebending" manifesto. he was not convinced. I was devastated by the season two finale, and so vindicated by season three. I remember how long the 2008 writer's strike felt when it delayed the second half of season three. and I remember when the finale finally aired- by this point I was now 15- and just the rollercoaster of emotions that was for me as a teenager. I remember not wanting it to be over, delving into the online fandom and discovering all the different ships, fanart, fanfics, and video edits (and drama). I learned how to use windows movie maker and pirate the episodes just because I wanted to join in on the fun. I wrote a not good zutara fic that I never finished. I put my shitty little azula videos on youtube. I've been in and out of this fandom ever since.

so to say I have a lot of love for the animated series would be an understatement. when I think of the media that defined my childhood, there's really five things that first come to mind- harry potter, pokemon, anime more broadly (special shout out to yugioh and sailor moon), disney, and atla.

I say this all to establish that there is zero chance the live action adaptation could ever overtake the animated original for me. I will always love it more, it will always be the more special version of this story. I was exactly aang's age when that first episode aired. there's no replacing something like that. when I think of this story and these characters, I think I will always default to the animated version.

that said, I really am feeling optimistic about the live action adaptation. I'm frequently skeptical of these kinds of projects, especially the disney remake trend, but there's a couple reasons I feel pretty okay with the adaptation of atla. one is that there has been a recent uptick in popularity of the original. it's a good time to re-visit this story, people are interested, and it can only serve to get even more people to watch the original given both will now be on netflix. two is that I'm very encouraged to see that both in front of and behind the camera, asian and indigenous people are taking center stage. I don't think we can discount the importance of that. third, everything I've seen about this show that's not a panicked hot take on twitter or a headline pulled out of context is fairly encouraging. I mostly like what I've heard from the cast and showrunners in interviews. several reviews of the first episode's premiere have been broadly positive, most importantly to me, from actual fans who attended.

I do have some reservations. I'm not totally sold on the visual aesthetic, with the somewhat darker color palette and the contrasting saturation of the costumes. for this first season, I'm easily most concerned about how katara is going to be written. I want them to make changes and tell the story differently, but I do worry they won't find the right balance. too much change to central character arcs could deleteriously impact the story. and I will always be concerned about the portrayal of azula.

I also have mixed feelings about the sexism thing- I'm not necessarily pressed that they might tone down sokka's or even pakku's overt sexism, and frankly the "girls can fight too!" version of feminism is kind of tired in 2024. I also know several indigenous people have spoken up about how the water tribe's being sexist was not a great look. but I am concerned that, in toning this aspect down, they might inadvertently neuter katara's character arc or remove some of her best moments. I have to question how this change will impact suki as well. ironically I'm not as worried about sokka, his sexism was a minimal part of his overall character arc- but it's impact on the women around him was much more meaningful. that's what I'm more concerned about.

I've also heard that the first episode suffers from a glut of exposition that was felt necessary for new viewers but returning fans will likely find tiresome. and naturally I'm worried some things will look goofy, fail to translate from cartoon to live action well, or that some of the heart and charm of the original will get lost in translation. so yeah, there's concerns.

but generally speaking I'm more excited than not. if the show has as much love put into it as the cast and crew interviews seem to indicate, then I think revisiting this world and these characters in a new way with a new generation at the helm will be a lot of fun. the nostalgia market is definitely oversaturated right now, you can certainly argue this didn't need to exist, but I'm not going to pretend I'm not interested to see what they do with this. especially when we already got such a bad live action version- it's not like this is a new idea for atla as a franchise. there's a precedent already set for trying it again. so I'm going in with an open mind. let's see what they do- it's not like it's ever going to replace the original. it can't.

...also I think the tag I'm going to use is "natla spoilers". I've been tagging "atla live action" but I think I'm gonna switch over to "natla" primarily from now on. and believe me, I will be sharing my thoughts.

#atla live action #natla

[mors-mvrdre]

randomly generated incorrect quotes (ft. the extended Weasley Fam)

[not-so-slight NSFW warning, proceed at your own risk lol]

Harry: [gets a text] Oh! It’s Luna.

Ginny, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff?

Harry: Yeah, she says they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Ginny: Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Harry: You wanted fake blood?

Ginny:

Harry: I’ll go call Luna.

Fleur: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Fleur: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Bill: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Fleur: Ominous positivity.

Computer: Please enter a password.

Oliver: *types in Angelina*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Oliver: How fucking DARE YOU-

Angelina: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

George: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Harry could fight in that dress either.

Harry: Perhaps not, but I would make a radiant bride.

George & Charlie in the back of Percy's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!

Bill: We have food at home.

Percy: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough*

George & Charlie: YAYYYYYY!

Percy: *orders two black coffees and leaves*

Ron: Change is inedible.

Hermione: Don’t you mean inevitable?

Ron, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.

Hermione & Percy: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Hermione & Percy playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

Harry: Hey, pal, if you have a problem, say it to my face.

Ron, getting really close to Harry: I'm two months behind on my rent.

Oliver: What have you been doing with all that time to yourself lately?

Percy: Suffering, mostly.

Percy: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery!

Bill: This unmitigated poppycock?

George: Extravagant hogwash!

Percy: Okay, stop.

Fleur: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Ron: Pizza should have poison in the sauce and the antidote is in the crust to kill off all the weak people who don't eat the crust.

Ginny: What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Hermione: Have you ever ate a date?

Ginny: Like ate their ass?

Hermione: ...It's a fruit.

Fleur: What I MEANT to say was "Oh crap, I left my phone in my car," but what I ALMOST said was "Oh no, I left my cone in my phar," and damn, wouldn't that have been embarrassing, but I caught myself, and what I ACTUALLY said was

Fleur: "Ah, my fart cone."

Bill:

Fleur: So, anyway...

Angelina: Define “dream”.

Percy: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Hermione: Percy! Teddy's right here!

Oliver: *gAsP*

Ron: wHAT??

Oliver: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Ron: *inhales*

Percy, in another room with Harry: Why can I hear screeching?

[setting up the annual family game]

Oliver: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Oliver: Not you, Luna. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Luna: What’s your biggest fear?

Percy: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Ron: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Oliver: Zombies.

Percy: ...

Ron: ...

Oliver: BUT they can open doors.

Luna: *nods sagely*

Ginny: If you ever feel embarrassed just remember that in 4th Year I tried to convince myself that I wasn't gay by making a compromise to myself to "only be gay at night."

Hermione: I'm not doing to well.

Luna: What's wrong?

Hermione: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*George enters the room*

Hermione: There it is again.

Ginny: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Percy: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?

Oliver: Are you calling me short?

Percy: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

Oliver: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Harry: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Hermione: A realist sees a freight train.

Percy: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

Angelina: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!

Ginny: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our coach.

Angelina, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

Ron: *pitches an idea*

George, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!

Percy, under his breath: Yeah, a lawsuit.

Luna: Pokemon is trying to slowly convince us Pikachu was always fluffy and I for one accept this future.

Charlie: Did you think the mouse was just smooth and had yellow skin like a little simpsons demon??

Luna:

Luna: Maybe.

Ron: Ginny isn’t answering my messages.

Hermione: Allow me.

Ron: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-

Ginny: *replying to message* Hello.

Ginny: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Harry: Bees?

Ginny: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!

Harry: Wait-

*Bill approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

Ginny, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

Charlie, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Oliver: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Percy: Merry crisis.

Ginny: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

George: Hoe hoe hoe.

Oliver: Guys, please.

Percy: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Charlie, rushing in: Percy! Bill tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

George: Hey, you want a tarot reading?

Percy: Those are Pokemon cards.

George: You got a magikarp.

Percy: ...

George: It means 'fuck you'.

Angelina: What the fuck.

Angelina: ESPN is showing 2003 national jump rope championship.

Angelina: Who the hell watches jump rope competiti- ooh bouncy.

George, skipping rocks on a lake with Angelina: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Angelina: Yeah, it is.

Angelina: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

Ginny, narrating: Percy and Luna scare us a lot because they walk very softly and nobody hears them enter rooms, so sometimes we turn around and they're just kind of there.

Percy: ...

Luna: Their fear fuels me.

Hermione: I don't want to have kids after 40.

Ron with a mouthful of soup: Yeah, forty is already plenty.

Luna: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Angelina: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

Percy: What is your costume?

Fleur: A harp.

Percy: Your costume is too small to be a harp...

Fleur: Are you calling me a lyre?

Oliver: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Oliver: And I started thinking.

Oliver: Like, it was just trying to get food.

Oliver: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Percy, hesitantly: ...Are you ok?

Percy, writing overseas: Ginny got into a fight.

Bill & Charlie: That’s bad.

Bill & Charlie:

Bill & Charlie: Did she win?

Goerge: Am I right, Percy?

Percy: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

Fleur: Truth or dare?

George: Truth.

Fleur: How many hours have you slept this week?

George:

George: Dare.

Fleur: Go to sleep.

George: I don't like this game.

George: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Percy: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Fred: FLOOR IT!!

Ginny: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Percy: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

George: WE'RE GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Ron: DO IT!

Percy: NO-

Teacher: Your child was in a fight.

Percy: Oh no, that’s terrible!

Oliver: Did they win?

Percy: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!

Ginny: Oh-? Even more humiliating than that time I walked in on-

Percy: We are not doing this!

[ this has gone on long enough, I'll make a part two sometime aksjakdkskdkks see y'all ]

#weasley family #hp incorrect quotes #harry potter #incorrect hp quotes #weasley siblings #weasley family dynamics #golden trio era #the burrow

[sophasauras]

When lives combine

Chapter 1- The beginning

After, three hours of waiting around in a packed humid airport plus five and a half hours in the air, my flight from sunny Florida finally landed in very rainy Forks. As much as it sucks, I'm happy to have left my mom and her new fiancé behind for a while, to go and live with my older brother Jared in Lapush. I've really missed him, we text and FaceTime each other daily, but it's not the same than being physically with him. My father passed away which devastated my whole family. A few years later my Mom met her fiancé, which is great, I mean she deserves to be happy and she's now extremely happy with him. A few years after my Fathers passing, and once Jared was of legal age my Mom and her Fiancé made the decision to start fresh and move away to Florida, Jared decided to stay in Lapush but as I wasn't old enough to decide for myself, I had to go with my Mom and her Fiancé. My Mom and her fiancé have decided to move again after he was offered a new job somewhere in Texas so this time instead of moving away with them again i've decided to move back home . I'm honestly feeling really optimistic, looking forward to the new start, new memories and new adventures. There's definitely slight nerves mixed in there too though, being away from Mom, and plus I haven't physically been around my brother in forever.

Anyway, what was I meant to be doing again? Oh right, Jared, flight landed.

To J- Yoo J, I've just to get my case but yeah, i've landed! Where abouts are you??? x

From J- Yoooo baby sis, ok cool, just pulling up outside now, i'll be in, in a sec, grab your case then meet me by the door!

I grabbed my case and wheeled it carefully (to avoid running over a small child or knocking in to anyone around me) down the tiled floor of the airport towards the exit. Whilst I waited for Jared I couldn't help but look around me, it always amazes me, all the different families, friends or lovers who are reunited at airports from potentially different parts of the world. Some in tears, others hugging or holding hands. Maybe it's been weeks, months or even years since they've seen eachother, and yet today is the day they can finally be reunited again. Today was my day to, after years of being away from Lapush and Jared today was the day I was finally going to be reunited with my brother again.

Just as my eyes had spotted a very tempting vending machine I turned around to the sound of "CASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" being shouted by a voice I could never forget even if I wanted to. "Oh my god, is that actually you?" He ran over to me, picked me up and I was spun around before set back down carefully to the floor. He grabbed my case for me and we headed towards his truck.

After finally getting out of airport car park we were finally on our way to Jared's. "So sis, i'm not gonna lie, i'm really happy you're here, i've really missed you being around." I stopped looking out at the rain "Yeah, honestly same here J, i've missed your annoying ass too, it's good to be here, it's strange, even though i've been with Mom, and we left a while ago, Florida has just never felt like home." He grinned, "Celebratory McDonalds?" I pretended to think about it, "I don't think i'll ever say no to a milkshake and nuggets." He laughed, and I did to before I went back to looking out my window.

Honestly came to the life conclusion that you can never go wrong with a strawberry shake and chicken nuggets. After we'd devoured our McDonalds we eventually made it back to Jared's where I was in my bedroom unpacking some of my things. Whilst doing so I realised how cold I was. Even though it was still the Summer, Lapush Summers were definitely alot colder than Florida Summers and I was already freezing, despite my waterproof coat and long sleeved top and leggings combo. I was glad to be out of the rain and in Jared's/my new home where it was warm, and a warm bath later sounded perfect. Something I'd noticed is that I had about four layers on, due to the fact that I was freezing, Jared however, had a literal tee-shirt on and was still roasting, when we hugged in the airport I swear I felt his body heat. There's no way that was normal. Was he sick and not telling me? Was I that used to hot Florida weather that slight rain made me freeing, and Jared being used to Lapush weather had adapted and that's why he was so warm? Was he on drugs? Was he a secret polar bear in disguise, and his body temperature helped adapt to survive in colder weather?

Honestly who knows with brothers, i'll question him later. I was so busy with all the thoughts going on I didn't hear the knock on my bedroom door. The door was open anyway, but it was nice that he still decided to knock in order to prevent me having a heart attack. He looked sheepish. "So Cass, I know you've literally just go here, and i'm sorry to be a shitty brother to do this on your first night here, but I sort of have a...a thing tonight, so i'll be away all night, will you be good here on your own?" Away all night, what? "Omg Jared, I can't believe you are doing this! ITS MY FIRST NIGHT BACK HERE AND YOU'RE DITCHING ME. ME. YOUR BABY SISTER." I pretended to be annoyed, which lasted for three seconds. "Chill J, i'm messing, ofcourse it's fine." I laughed at his facial expression. Once he realised I was laughing at him he laughed to. "Am I allowed to know where you're going? Work? You getting laid? Better not be ditching your baby sis for some chick." He looked at me dead in the eye "It's just work Cass, don't worry."

So, chapter 1 is done. This was like an intro chapter to his sister actually arriving in Lapush and a bit of backround on some things, more will be revealed in the story if you want me to continue with it. I'm so nervous about posting this. So yes, Jared's little sister is called Cassidy. She grew up in Lapush until her Dad passed and then moved away with her Mom and fiancé to Florida years ago, Jared was of legal age and decided to stay in Lapush instead. Cassidy is nearly finished high school, i'm saying nothing. Where was Jared off to hmmm? Why was he so hot? You and I know, Cass just dosen't know yet. Thanks for reading. Let me know if I should continue, as explained this was just like an intro chapter.

Word Count: 1028

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x y/n #seth clearwater x reader #jared cameron x reader #jared cameron #twilight eclipse #twilight saga #twilight new moon #twilight breaking dawn #imprinting #twilight fandom #twilight #twilight imagine #seth clearwater imagine #fanfiction

[genderlessginger]

Get Back, McLennon: Day 8 Part 1/3 (or 4)

This began McLennon and is now an in-depth Get Back project. Earlier posts will be updated and reblogged as I get to them.

If you've missed a day, read the other Get Back posts here.

I am posting these day-to-day because Tumblr limits 30 photos per post.

During Day 7, George left the Beatles. John, Paul and Ringo come back to the studio and lose their collective minds.

Over that weekend, the Beatles meet, including Yoko and Linda, to discuss the future of the band. It does not go well and tensions are worsened.

On Day 8, Ringo is the first to arrive. For the first 1-2 hours, there is uncertainty on whether the rest of the band will come at all. Ringo, while concerned, does seem more hopeful than the other guys. He said that the meeting went alright, there was "a lot of good stuff" but...

This is not how Paul, or John, saw it. Ringo is almost always the most optimistic of the group.

Daffodils (my favorite!) were delivered for George by the Hare Krishna. MLH laughs so hard at it and it grosses me out.

Do you like India?

Paul and Linda arrive.

Paul bites a record to shake Denis O'Dell's hand. It's important to document such historical moments.

"Have you heard from John?"

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CLARIFICATION AND CONTEXT: I really want to break this down but some editing and order here is not how it unraveled in the Nagra tapes (in real life). Unfortunately for you, me and Dupree, I am too lazy to pull up the Nagra tapes today. So I'm going to break it down from exactly how we see it with a clarification that Paul and Linda were making more fun of Yoko than was seen on the doc. The conversation, in some parts, was considerably lighter than it is shown in the doc.

HOWEVER this does not change Paul's reactions or body language and y'all know i'm going bizarro so let's go.

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Paul walks in smiling and seemingly optimistic, winking at people. Hasn't showered in weeks, doesn't know how to brush his teeth, looking hot as hell and pretending nothing is wrong. Classic McCartney.

Can we get a quick round of applause for Linda for living with this? Even I, the biggest believer in McLennon of all time, love Linda (just love JP more). Thank you Linda, and I'm sorry. I'm sure he smelled.

As Paul sits down, the conversation immediate turns to John. Paul is under the impression that John is a) already there or b) is on his way. (narrator voice) Paul was incorrect.

Paul seems tired but relatively unworried.

The conversation turns to the meeting from the day before. Linda believes that Yoko spoke for John and "half the stuff" she said are things John does not believe. (Cue all Beatles fans raucously agreeing).

Geo left in the middle of the meeting, saying, "I'll see you."

Paul stands up for John and Yoko.

"They're trying to, like, be as near together as they can. They want to stay together, those two. So that's alright, let the young lovers stay together."

Paul seems to come to a point that he reconciles John has already chosen Yoko, or it's a matter of time until he will.

"We got a lot out of the Beatles."

There's a silence here, both in the documentary and in the tapes. I'm going to honor that silence here in my post.

The silence is heavy.

Ringo doesn't say much, as usual. But the footage of him is damning. Ringo is "prone to melancholy" and the way he's described himself over the years sounds like he really struggles with depression and abandonment issues. (I've researched and read more about Richy than JPG).

"Why do you build me up, buttercup, just to let me down?"

Paul hugs and collapses in on himself a lot in general. I have a whole ass pinterest board studying it. This isn't a moment quite like that, but when Paul starts singing "Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations while they're waiting for John to call or show up.

"Why do you build me up, buttercup baby, just to let me down and mess me around?

And worst of all, you never call, baby, when you say you will. But I love you still. I need you."

Linda holds Paul's hand, bringing him out of that collapsing-in position. Paul continues to sing and whistle the song throughout this conversation.

Paul explains that they aren't as close as they used to be because they stopped touring (UGHHGHHHHHGDHGHHSAFH)

He's explaining this calmly, logically. He's approaching this very much like the PR, Elder Statesman of the group, the role he's had since the media really picked up. It's Paul's job to be the logical one between him and John. And it's Paul's job to present the united front to the world because Brian Epstein is no longer here to do that.

Because Paul is in this role, it's clear he thinks he's processing all of this information. And it's clear to anyone paying the slightest amount of attention that he is not.

Paul defends the fuck out of John and Yoko, even to the point that it does not make sense. He mentions that it's hard to make songs with Yoko there because he's trying to write songs that she'll like (to me, this reads like, "I'm nervous she's there because I want to write something JOHN likes, if she likes it, I can keep status quo, keep John happy, keep the group together, buy me more time to patch this up").

Neil, Mal and MLH try to get through to Paul about compromise. This is not entirely on Paul. John needs to compromise. The fact this is coming from Neil means quite a bit.

In yet another case of Paul "Doesn't Hear The Words He Says Out Loud" McCartney, he says

"We really do need sort of a central daddy figure."

Which I know isn't dirty and he didn't meant it dirty BUT CMON WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?

Essentially, Paul is saying that they need Brian or a boss, someone who is in a place of a authority over John, who can say, "Leave the girls at home."

I was hoping to get this part in before I ran out of photos so here's what's coming on Part 2:

Dedicated to @omgmclennon

#mclennon #mclennon tinted song analysis

[idontlikeem]

i'm just getting my thoughts out about today's injury updates and some of the reactions i'm seeing. i'm trying to process some of the ultra-pessimism that's going around and really am just talking to myself out loud about why i don't agree. please feel free to skip this. but i like to think i'm fairly moderated in what i think about this team and their capabilities, so if you're feeling very down about their gameplay and/or the contract situation, maybe this will help? idk.

ok so like....here's the thing.

we were always the underdogs this postseason, even before jarry's injury, but especially after it. no matter who our opponent ended up being, rangers canes panthers, whoever else ended up being a possibility in the waning weeks of the regular season, we were going into it as the team favored to lose the series.

being an underdog isn't necessarily a bad thing! especially a team captained by sidney crosby—he's the most competitive man alive, and being told he can't do something is the fastest way to make him prove that he can.

but that depends on the team as a whole coming together and becoming more than the sum of their parts. it means them playing out of their heads for the full 60 minutes (or, yknow. 100+. whatever.), every single night.

it takes defense that's almost flaw-free, without the big mistakes that kris and mike are both prone to.

it takes offense that scores, that can finish all the chances the underlying numbers say they're creating. and not just sid's line, all of them. goals from all four lines and the defense too are crucial.

it takes a heavy, sustained forecheck, which is the system the penguins use and are the most effective with, for the entirety of the game. it's a lot of physical and mental work to do that, but all it takes is one line being a little lazy for one shift and the whole thing falls apart.

we've seen them put together plenty of complete games this season against good opponents. we've also seen them stray way off-system and shit the bed, against both good and bad opponents. is it nice to have a goalie who's ace enough to bail your ass out if you screw up? yes, of course. but jarry is not and never was shesterkin—at his best, he's very good, but he's not always at his best, and his best was never at that level.

without that level of a cheat code in net, it makes the whole team's performance significantly more important.

can they do it? sure, of course. we've seen it. the series is tied, after all. will they do it for three to five more games to successfully get out of this series? that remains to be seen and is up to them. they may be able to pull it off. they also might not, especially given the other injuries they're dealing with. neither outcome would surprise me, and i would not be disappointed with an early exit—so much going on right now is utterly out of the team's control.

what i REALLY don't understand, though, is why people are connecting casey getting core muscle surgery to geno and tanger's contract situations.

i don't have any inside knowledge here, of course. i don't know any more than anyone else. we can listen to what people like rossi and yohe say, but we have no idea how valid their information is either, especially when it's contradicting what other sources are reporting. the truth is we simply do not know what's going on.

but just like casey being out does not fundamentally alter our overall playoff chances (due to us already being an underdog), casey being out also doesn't have anything to do with the future of the core in pittsburgh. why on earth would it? what does our second-string goalie have to do with extending one of the faces of the franchise and their #1 defenseman?

i'm not gonna say i'm feeling all that optimistic about this team's chances. they're streaky and prone to making unforced errors that come back to bite them, and they're going up against an unbelievably talented goalie. none of that changes no matter who's in our net. but i'm also not throwing the towel in immediately and saying that everything's over. we've played two games and won one of them!

i'm also not going to say i feel 100% confident geno and kris are back next year. they might be, or one of them might be. they also might both go elsewhere.

but there's just no connection between these two things. and there's really no reason to say, 'welp, that's it, i'm done, these worst-case scenarios are absolutely a done deal, i'm going to gloom all over the place about how horrible it all is'. what good does that do for your own personal mindset? we can't see into the future. we just don't know!

i dunno. i just don't understand the connections being made, or the purpose of deciding it's all over forever. unless you can see into the future, there in't a way to know! anything can happen, including good things.

#i'm seeing some truly wild shit today and it's baffling #also if you disagree with this please feel free to keep it to yourself #i'm always happy to talk about stuff respectfully but i'm not interested in a flood of anons scolding me for what MY opinions are #or telling me that the way i'm looking at things is naive and uneducated #we are all here for the same reason and going after others for their opinions is not okay behavior #neither is vagueblogging btw. people see that shit. #anyway. let's go pens #it's best of five now and we have home-ice advantage for the remainder of the series #we are still in this 100%

[tandytoaster]

I have so much to complain about all the time lately I'm so sorry I'm just like [ head in hands ]

Last year I had 2 friends lie to me repeatedly for months in cahoots (""dating""🤡 each other). 1 I don't care for because he's lied and been sneaky before but the other has like fucking devasted me. Like the last person I would assume to pull one over on me, but about a month into the whole thing I gathered my suspicions and was Right‼️ much to my dismay.

I know I'm regressing here venting online in detail about the dramas of my life but shits getting to me.

Let me paint the picture for you. My 2 irl best friends are who I'm talking about. My ex boyfriend and my best friend of 17 years.

Last year my ex started working at where I'm currently working at, and my best friend just so happened to work there as well. They both put in a good word for me and now I work there and they've since quit ( unrelated ).

I was excited about this because I've never ( and I never will 🤡 ) had an irl friend group of people I know Really well so in the beginning I was really optimistic. My ex was like, "[best friend] is really pretty but I'm not gonna try to date her" and I'm like, "ok I trust u!" I did not trust him but that's a fight that didn't need to happen so I didn't let it.

We all went out 1 night with 2 other friends and it was very fun and I liked it a lot and then like 2 days later me, my ex, and my best friend made plans to go out and do stuff around town But Then I Got Covid so obviously I couldn't go out. They still went out which makes sense but it still like. Hurt because those were Our plans and now I've been excluded from Our plans.

This is when the bullshit started because allegedly when my best friend tried dropping my ex off at his place he held her hostage in her own car (???) saying shit like, "ohhh i wanna kiss u but i shouldnt" for like 2 hours. Ever since then they contiously complained about each other and I've never ever heard a positive thing from either of them about the other.

Not even a month later thats when I'm like, "okay something is up" because my ex sent me a fuckin. Pokemon go gift from the pokestop beside my best friend's house. When, weeks prior she was like, "I DONT WANT HIM TO KNOW WHERE I LIVE I DONT TRUST HIS ASS".

I keep trying to make plans with my best friend but its always, "oh, no I'm too busy with school. I'm too tired to go out" she was at his house the entire time apparently. She confessed to me like 2 months in, I had her come over and she was like, "you're going to hate me you're going to hate me. [ Your ex ] broke up with me. I loved him and he did this to me" SHE DIDNT EVEN TELL ME THEY WERE DATING SHE TOLD ME BY TELLING ME HE BROKE UP WITH HER? And then tried to say she loved him when I know damn well she didn't

I'm pissed at the overall lack of integrity here. Like yes I think it's fucking weird that she decided she wanted to date my ex boyfriend when she knew everything that happened with us from all the good and nice things to why we broke up. This is an individual I have been extremely sentimental about ever since I met him 10 years ago, someone who has been nothing but nice and passive with me (for the most part). And you got in the way of that. You inserted yourself in between my nice sentiments

The other big part of this I fucking hate is, she told me, "I knew there was a chance you would hate me for this and never talk to me again but I still did it I'm so sorry I'm such a bad friend". But You Still Did It! You ran that chance because I am beneath dirt to you, I am WORTHLESS in your eyes. I am not worth keeping. 17 years all for what. I really should have told her to get out of my apartment right then and there but noooo I'm too good at peace keeping and staying rational, to a detrimental amount !!! "I did this thing I assumed you would never talk to me again over" then why did you do it. Why am I worth throwing away. Unforgivable.

And I know what you're thinking, "why are you just mad at her, he was a part of it too" because I expect it from him. He's uncommitted and indecisive with a need for attention and I can handle it and put him in his place so to speak (uphold boundaries) when need be. It's just another day with him, with my best friend this isn't something I ever wanted to be suspicious of ( especially when she would tell me every day how much she hated him when they were 'dating' )

My best friend is the person who introduced me to "girl code". One of the many rules being, "don't go after your friend's ex" FUNNY!!!!!! How funny. She actually introduced this to me many months prior, before her and my ex ever actually met.

See, she was telling me about girl code because another girl in her group was interested in her ex bf. And she didn't like that. Its the hypocrisy, its the double standard. 'Don't do it to me but i can do it to you'. And then later on, some cable guy came into her then-place of employment and one of her coworkers was flirting with him because they thought he was her ex. When she told me this she told me she didn't appreciate her coworker doing that to her. 😇 I wanted to bring up the hypocrisy then and there but I didn't. Because she can't handle conflict. Any and all anger I have with this situation is unproductive and talking about it with her serves no purpose since the situation has ended and what has been done cannot be undone. But it festers inside me. If I get mad at her, she will come back swinging at me because thats what she does with everyone. Someone starts a fight and she digs her knife in and twists.

Thats all just one issue thats been pissing me off since forever and I'll die mad about it I will be so honest. She's ran my ex's name through the mud and has called him a gaslighter ( this i believe hes tried with me when backed into a corner but i dont fall for it ), a narcissist (she calls everyone she hates a narc btw), a woman beater, an abuser. And like. Because I'm her friend, her best friend (supposedly), I want to believe her. But shes also a self confessed chronic liar. And like, I know my ex, I've known him for 10 years and she knew him for 4 months. We saw each other for a little under 2 years and the worst he ever did to me was avoid me, which did hurt, and then ultimately chose to date someone else, which also hurt.

I realize how shitty this all sounds on my end, like, "oh my friend said this dude abused her but i dont believe it", but its because i know him and i know her and i know she lies about everything

She complains constantly about her other friends, has nothing nice to say about them, they're all toxic narcs too in her words. SO THEN I WONDER!!!!! Wtf is she saying about me. I really do wonder. She's very supportive to my face but it wouldn't surprise me if she talks badly about me to her other friends who she complains about to me.

I can only guess what she would complain about regarding me, my guesses are that she thinks I'm annoying [ gestures to my whole self ] and that I'm dirty.

My apartment is a whole mess and I hate it so so so so so much but I don't have the energy to get it clean. I use my energy doing the dishes over and over and over and over and then everything else falls to shit.

And!!!!!! I have a Filthy Disgusting Unhygienic cat 😁

I've had cats my whole life and she knows DAMNNNNNNNN well they are my favourite things in the entire world. So tell me why does she say to my face with such confidence she thinks they're gross and dirty. I think the men you date are ugly as fuck but you don't hear me saying that to you!!!! She's done it twice, first time was the post just below this and the other was 2 days ago where she said if she's going to move in with this other friend he can't have a cat because she thinks they're dirty.

I've also had a suspicion that she's never eaten anything I've baked. I like to bake. Baking is my talent, art is my skill. I like to give treats to my friends. I don't think my best friend has ever eaten anything I've given her. Probably because she thinks I'm dirty. I've never seen her eat anything I've given her, and anything I Have given her she doesn't acknowledge unless if I ask how it was. I Could give her the benefit of the doubt that she doesn't like eating in front of people and just forgets to say anything. But given everything else, again, I'm not that stupid.

I have no plans on stopping being her friend because she's nice to my face i can just play stupid. But idk if she keeps bringing up the cat thing i might have to be like, "hey man. I get it. You think I'm dirty. You don't have to hang out with me if you don't want to"

I love her but she kinda sucks

#noop nooping #negative

[dailais-dzinums]

Saudadище

I'm going to Portugal to look for my father. He's not in Portugal. He's not dead either. It's not about the finding, it's about the looking. Time has proven my penchant for pointless and painful endeavors.

I will walk to the pier and look at the sea - so close, so intense, but so cold. Better not touch it now. I was more able to do it when I was younger. The cold was OK. But I know the water is not as picturesque up close. You can't really trust the waves either. It's just a salty liquid that gets in your pants.

I like being in the state of anticipating the trip. I like mulling over the tourism information in my mind. The repetitive images of the same few neighborhoods. The optimistic-colored buildings and the sad rust, dirt and mold in the corners. Bare-faced, long-haired women and men with soft eyes who are a bit rough around the edges.

Remembering fado, which I have never experienced, which quickly sneaks up on you, sticks its fingers inside you and pushes your tears out of your heart.

While these things are far and unknowable, they are perfectly within my control. Portugal is MY dream.

I will go there and order fish and wait for no one to take the bones out for me. My brother still dislikes fish because of some unfortunate bones long ago, but me, my dad + fish has always been a thing. When he caught some fish, for an evening I could truly be daddy's girl. I don't know why I've always stayed with men who wouldn't even take apart a fish for me.

I'm also going to Portugal so that there is the smallest, most unrealistic of chances that I will meet a certain slightly older man there again. Even though I was the one who broke up with him. Even though/because he barely goes to the tourist part of town and is usually away for work anyway. I'll walk around like an idiot and look at men and gasp every now and then, because I will see yet another man that sort of looks like him. Because he's Portuguese, of course.

It's just that he was dangerous in appearance but soft to me, every girl's dream. He surprised me with gentleness and a curated touch. It doesn't matter that he gave a fuck about my pleasure for reasons other than affection for me. Thinking about him often makes me cry explosively, though it's been more than half a year and one more idiot under my belt. The reasons unknowable, just like he is unknowable because there isn't much to know and he would be embarrassed to reveal the truth anyway.

I clinged to him, I wrapped my legs around him tightly, I wanted to devour him, precisely because he was always slightly pulling away. But I had to pretend to be a passive doll, because he was pretending to be a dominant man.

I leaned against my bed and put my ass up and told him to fuck me, the words came out on their own, it had been at least 10 years since I lost control like that.

He kissed so gently, precisely how I want to be kissed, he rubbed against my g-spot with purpose. Which revealed that I am not hard to please, it's just that no one in the past has ever given a shit. Humiliatingly, that was a revelation for me.

I haven't been the same since, I now know that THIS is possible. Of course we have no long-term compatibility. God forbid I would connect with someone reachable. This time he wasn't weak or violent, but just too damn stupid. This might be the most frustrating "chasing the unavailable" model there is. What can I do if I see the world as endlessly complicated and he sees it as simple and predatory?

[cryptic-rainfall]

I think my problem is that I can't half-ass anything even if I try. I'm either fantasizing about it ONLY or I am committing all the way. I just get so invested in my hobbies that I really want to try ambitious projects or I want to mod every aspect and I can't pull back and do the minimal amount.

Here's where the problem comes: I work full time, how extremely low energy, and am constantly fighting with fatigue and pain. If I go all in then I am basically signing up for disappointment and despair from not being able to do that much. Moderation is impossible, but so is going all in (due to time and energy restrictions), so I can't do any of the hobbies that I want to do.

I really really want to build my PC. It would be a great way to set myself up for future hobbies and personal endeavors that I've frankly been dying to get into. But it's my first PC build. I can't be out here building my dream mechanical keyboard and trying out switches and losing it over custom keycap sets. I can't be out here trying to mod my case (that would add an extra 2 days to this project at the least, and that's optimistic!). This stuff doesn't even involve the components of the computer! I can't be out here trying to balance bleeding-edge technology, my budget is $1500. I can't be out here trying to find compatible software alternatives on linux, I'm planning to dual boot anyway to figure that out after building everything! Why am I spending so long researching this now, I don't even have a computer in front of me! It's all fantasy until I build the computer, and I literally planned it so I can figure it out LATER.

I try to do these things in moderation, but before I know it I've fallen down another rabbit hole. And it's not that I don't want to be in that rabbit hole! I am so fascinated by what I find around me, I can't help but go deeper, with joy and glee and curiosity. The problem is that I don't have the time! If I want any form of this to get done for real in real life, I cannot be spending my time and energy in this rabbit hole. But I want to so much. But I just, don't have the spoons to get it all done. I don't have the time or energy.

So I either have to learn moderation (many failed tries, it's probably not happening), hope that a miracle occurs giving me copious amounts of time and energy (somehow I'm still clinging to this one even though it's the least realistic), or I have to give up on my hopes and dreams. And the problem with giving up is that. I can't. I've tried! I have told myself that it's better to give up; that it's my only viable option. But I keep getting up and trying again. So I don't know what the solution will be. Maybe I'll just be miserable in this limbo of hoping, getting excited and trying too much, and not actually doing anything. The cycle of depression, if you will.

#I either have to learn moderation #or I have to just give up #because I am not gonna get the time/energy to do all that I want to do #this is not a vent blog

[not-that-blog]

Sometimes I think about the fact that if we had a functioning medical system, I would absolutely be in hospital right now and be getting inpatient treatment for my condition because realistically I'm not actually healthy enough to be doing this at home under current circumstances and I don't have the support networks that I actually need.

And I absolutely blame Scott 'it's not my job to hold a hose mate, but I will secretly take the job of multiple ministers and not tell anyone.' Morrison for a good portion of that. But it's also bigger than the failures of ghosts of parliament past.

Mental health care in the hospital system is completely neglected. Mental healthcare in the public system is hella neglected. I may be bordering psychosis from insomnia and starting to have panic attacks again because of ptsd triggers that are causing seizures and heart palpitations.... but like, there's no point going to the hospital for that.

And I do see my therapist Wednesday and I can go see my gp if I must... but I'm tired and I'm exhausted and a cranky mf because I've gotten such little sleep in the last three weeks. (Because it's not sleep I'm getting, it's passing out after seizures and that's not sleep, it's not restful. It feels more like my brain shutting down so I don't die, kinda like when your phone overheats so it turns itself off but loses 20% of battery anyway.)

And I'm going to be okay most likely, I've been dealing with psychosis for most of my life where I have hallucinations and feel like nothing is real and some other things I won't talk about on tumblr for my own safety bc the internet sucks sometimes.

But right now, I probably do need to be on more than anxiety meds. I probably need some stronger sleeping meds and some help eating because I'm unable to pull myself together enough to deal with food either which is probably a contributing factor in this.

And long covid sucks.

And physically, I'm so so beyond exhausted.

And mentally I'm very overwhelmed and worried about losing control of my mental health.

And emotionally I'm still struggling and actually very deep in grief over losing my grandfather and losing my progress from covid.

And I'm really really good at pretending I'm okay irl.

Like a lot of people think I'm doing fine.

But I'm not.

The fake half assed optimistic thing I do to be palatable to able bodied neurotypical people is so well rehearsed it's just accepted.

Like 'yeah, it sucks, but I know what I'm doing and I my options are do it or die so I'll do it because I have to, I have kids that need me.' is a fantastic speech that's very well rehearsed at this point...

But the actual version is: 'I don't actually know why I'm still fighting other than a lot of people expect me to continue to and spite. If I actually had a choice, I don't know what I would do but it'd be something completely different because I wouldn't be at constant threat of homelessness if I don't find something of monetary value about myself soon.'

I'm never going to be okay or enough and I know that.

And I'm heartbroken about it.

But I'm still here.

And until this stupid body gives up and kills me, I have to be here.

But I really wish we had a functional medical system so this breakdown, this death wish of mine, that isn't normal or healthy or sane or safe.... could be seen and treated by the professionals and that I could have a safe space to scream and cry and breakdown and breathe and heal every stupid piece of me finally.

#mine

[lordoftherazzles]

Pass the happy! 🌻 When you receive this, list five things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications. 💛💛💛

Alright alright, here we go, one of many more to answer for this POSITIVITY WAR! For this one, I'm going to do my top music 5 tracks (complete with spotify links!) from the Hobbit/LOTR Films (not counting actual songs this time.)

The Breaking of the Fellowship (Feat. "In Dreams") This will always be my favorite. It makes me super emotional and I'm not an overly emotional person, just saying!! When Sam goes after Frodo I just...I weep. It really is a beautiful peace that really is true to the title. The breaking of the Fellowship that we're all super invested in now, but also excited to see where their respective arcs take them.

Sons of Durin TO THE KING!!! TO THE KING!!! Do I really need to explain more than that? Yes, the "Misty Mountains" theme from AUJ would have been wonderful at this scene, but I still absolutely adore this track/theme. That charge from the mountain was epic as hell and no one can change my mind.

The Battle of the Pelennor Fields ARISE, ARISE RIDERS OF THEODEN! The charge of the Rohirrim! Gosh this scene just gives me the goosebumps, I LOVE the Rohan/Rohirrim theme so much and I will never not just...blast that shit until my ears bleed.

Mithril This scene. THE SCENE. Between the Mithril, the "I will not part with a single coin", oh my GOD. That is all.

The Ring Goes South LOOK. I'm not saying that I've always wanted to wander across a mountain and play this in my ears while doing so to feel majestic and what not...but...

#POSITIVITY WAR #dimdiamond #I'm really just pulling things out of my optimistic ass by now #lol you're welcome #I will not surrender!! #this one took me a hot second #I want to add more #IN THE NEXT POSITIVTY WAR POST #raz answers #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit

[leftoverenvy]

Hallucinate

Summary: Reader is a school teacher dealing with her overwhelming grief over Emily's death. This is a song fic inspired by Hello by Evanescence written for @sweetprentiss 's spring writing challenge.

Bingo Prompt: Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Warnings: Heavy, heavy angst; TW suicide attempt

Word Count: 2.1k

Read it on Wattpad

Taglist: @ssa-sapphic 🧸; @5raysofsunshine 🌮; @reidselle 🦭; @foxy-eva ; @hotchandspencearedilfs

Hallucinate

I often caught myself staring blankly at my surroundings.  Never really seeing anything.  Even more frequently I caught myself talking to myself, both in my head or out loud.  I needed something to remember her by.  My friends didn't understand anymore.  It had been four months since Emily died; we had only been together eight months.  They thought it was well past the time for me to move on.  My grief no longer made sense to them.  But it made sense to me. 

I tried to remind myself that my life hadn't changed that drastically.  Emily was always gone for her job - traveling for a case.  So she was never around that much to begin with.  It was a lie I had to tell myself to keep from losing my mind.  Because if I thought about it too hard, I would remember how when she was home, everything felt right.  Because home wasn't our shared apartment - home was in her arms.  A luxury I no longer had since her departure.

Grief rolled in like a storm one day, and the cloud hanging over my head never dissipated.  My world no longer had light.  The sun no longer shined over me.  I used to be such an optimist, finding beauty in everything around me.  I used to be so full of life and joy.  But when Emily died, everything stopped.  Life turned grey.  Things that once brought me joy now felt senseless.  What was the point if Emily wasn't here to enjoy them with me?

When JJ called me on that fateful night, I assumed Emily had hurt herself again on a case.  Before even answering the phone, I started gathering my things up to leave for the hospital.  I never dreamed when I pressed the green button that I'd hear JJ's sniffle and a soft, "I'm so sorry, y/n.  They did everything they could, but she never made it off the table."  I could still hear my own gargled, cut off gasp echo in my ears even now.  

It couldn't be possible that one morning I simply said, "Goodbye.  Be safe, I love you," and that would be the last time I saw her.  The last memory I had of her could not be her rushing out the door for a case.  My mind refused to accept that she was never coming home.

The blaring, shrill ring of the school bell yanked me back into reality.  I sighed.  Of course I had disassociated again.  I found myself zoning in and out of my own life multiple times a day.  It was as if I were a bystander in my own life, watching it pass me by.  How long had this one been?  I looked at the clock.  Great.  I missed my entire plan period.  Kindergarteners started filing in my room, musky from recess.  I begrudgingly stood up and started pulling mats down for nap time.

These kids deserved so much better than my despondent, half-assed commitment to teaching.  I didn't know how much longer I could do this.  Each day felt harder and harder.  They say grief gets easier with time, but I didn't find that to be the case.  It felt like cinder blocks were tied to my every limb and I was thrown to sea.  It was a chore just to keep my heart beating.

And I felt even guiltier because I knew Emily wouldn't want me to be like this over her.  Emily wouldn't even recognize who I had become.  I didn't recognize who I had become.  All the things Emily previously loved about me no longer existed.  She used to love my smile and warmth, but now I felt like a zombie.  She used to love my laugh, but it hurt to laugh without her.  And above all else, she loved how good I was with the kids in my class, hoping that one day we'd have at least two of our own.

And now it was all I could do to get through the morning, just praying I could make it to recess and nap time because I didn't have to pretend when they were sleeping.  I could go back to disassociating at my desk.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the kids settled and I started hearing soft snores and regulated, deep breathing.  And because I was feeling especially masochistic today, I pulled out my favorite photo of Emily and stared at it.  I softly traced a finger down her cheek, torturing myself with the thought that I'd never get to feel her velvet skin beneath my fingertips again.

I couldn't help the tear that slipped down my cheek at her smile.  She had had such a radiant smile.  Her lips always parted just right, her teeth nearly perfect.  Life was so cruel to take such beauty from a world already overrun by darkness.  These past four months had felt especially dark without her.  In fact, the cinder blocks tied to my limbs grew heavier each day.  I was drowning.  It was increasingly difficult to keep my head above water.  I wasn't strong enough to keep swimming.

When I finally made it home, I breathed a sigh of relief, flopping against the door.  I didn't even have the energy to physically hold myself up anymore.  It was like as soon as I crossed the threshold each day, the teacher costume came off and I became my real self again.  I didn't have to fool anyone here.  I could freely be the hollow shell of a person Emily's death had turned me into.

For a while, sleep was my only reprieve.  I found myself sleeping more and more because on lucky days, I saw my Emily again.  I'd sleep all day and all night just for the chance to dream of her.  And I'd wake to cold, empty sheets, more devastated than when I went to bed.

I was desperate to feel anything but this emptiness inside me.  I yearned to feel just for one second how it felt to be happy with Emily next to me.  To hear her soft breathing or her tinkering laugh.  So I drew a bath and held my breath underwater so I could feel like she did: cold with no air in her lungs.  Except she wasn't feeling.  She was lying in the cruel earth, buried away from me.  Buried with my will to live.

So I stopped breathing.  Just to feel closer to her.  Because I wished it were me who was dead.  

I had never believed in heaven, but I started to hope and pray it existed.  I hoped it existed for her, if not me.  If anyone deserved eternal bliss it was Emily.  Maybe we could find each other once more.  If anyone was looking down on me, I pleaded with them to hear me now.  Please reunite me with her.  I breathed in deeply.

I shot out of the water, spluttering and coughing.  Woah.  Anxiety and worry crashed over me like the tidal waves I thought were drowning me.  I was worried for myself.  Surely I hadn't actually just tried to kill myself.  No, I reassured myself.  No.  My throat and lungs still burned from water lingering where it was not supposed to be.

I couldn't leave this life.  I was the last thing left of Emily.  Her mother didn't seem to care about her death.  I had tried multiple times to reach out, to have any piece of Emily I could.  But she seemed so unaffected.  I stopped trying with the team because they seemed like they were moving on just fine, as well.  It was impossible.  My world had completely stopped, but it kept turning for everyone else.  It left me dizzy and sick.  But I couldn't leave this life.  All that was left of Emily was my memories of her, the faint echo of her love whispering at my weary soul.

After I cleared the water from my lungs completely, I was shocked at my behavior.  It almost jolted me out of a months' long stupor.  I couldn't believe how bad I had gotten.  It's like a veil shrouded everything and the water disintegrated it.  I needed to do better.

I called Penelope and asked if she wanted to get dinner.  She said they were coming home from a case, but we could do breakfast in the morning.  And just like that, the sadness came back.  Emily could be coming home to me right now.  But instead, I would remain alone all night.  After what I pulled earlier, I didn't deserve to see Emily's face even in my dreams, so I stayed up.  I also couldn't bare the thought of sleeping in cold sheets reminding me she wasn't here.

The next morning, the bags under my eyes were heavy; my eyes felt like I had been crying all night.  Penelope was so sweet and bubbly, trying so hard just to be there for me.  But it was draining to put on a fake smile when I could still feel the burn of that water in my lungs, reminding me just how unwell I really was.

When I remained silent for too long, she asked, "Do you want to talk about her?"

"No," I said picking at my muffin.  I felt rude because last night when I made the plan, I was certain I could fake it.  But I guess that was just another lie I told myself so I didn't feel horrendous about what I had done just minutes before calling Penelope.  Pieces of muffin sat scattered on my plate.  I'm sure it was good - Emily and I used to love this place - but everything I put in my mouth felt like course gravel.

"I know we weren't super close before Em-"  My eyes snapped up to hers in warning.  Hearing her name was unbearable.  Each time I heard it out loud, it felt like sandpaper scraping against an open wound.  "I just want to be here for you, help you.  She wouldn't want you to be like this…" she trailed off awkwardly.

"Don't try to fix me.  I'm not broken," I snapped.  "I'm dealing the best way I know how."  The lie felt heavy on my tongue.  Because not even twelve hours ago I had tried to drown myself.  This was not the best I knew how.  I was broken.  We both knew it.  But it was all so overwhelming.  I had no idea how to snap out of it.  This breakfast was a mistake - a vain attempt to convince myself that I wasn't losing my already tenuous grip on reality.

And even though I had shocked myself last night, it all seemed too tempting again.  How was I supposed to go on when the only light in my life had been suddenly extinguished?

I excused myself from Penelope and I's breakfast early, telling her I had to get to school.  It was far earlier than I normally would have gone to work, but I couldn't stay under her knowing glance for another second.  I rushed off to school for another dreadful day.

It was the same as always.  I spent the morning using all my energy to get through lessons, begging myself to make it to recess.  But today was even harder because I had already used up my dwindling energy on Penelope this morning.  I barely made it through the day.  When the last child was picked up, I put my head in my hands, willing myself to keep the tears at bay.  I heard the soft thud of boots entering the room and mentally groaned.

The last time the principal came in to lecture me about my sudden change in behavior I threw up as soon as she left.  Not today I begged.  I thought perhaps the universe would have mercy on me today of all days.  I was at my wit's end.  I steeled myself to be fired.  It's what I deserved.  Kindergarteners needed a bright, cheery, energetic teacher.  And I just couldn't give that to them anymore.  I slightly panicked at the thought of losing my job.  I didn't know what else I would do besides this.  I had always wanted to be a teacher.  And now even this was being taken away from me.  I had taken this away from myself.  If only I could have been better for them.

I sighed and looked up to the door and froze.  I was shocked to see the face I never thought I'd see again - the face that plagued my dreams every night.  I was hallucinating.  I had to be.  This was impossible.  My heart thudded to life in my chest.

"Emily?"

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Read part 2 here

#Hallucinate #iv’s spring writing challenge 2022 🌸 #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss angst #angst #🌬 fics

[vicxy]

Pick a Card reading: Choose a Tomie Kawakami.

Hello everybody! This is my very first PAC to make up for how I couldn’t release the MC game today. I hope this doesn’t flop because it’s my first time but please give me feedback on whether it resonated! The topic is: what do you need to hear right now? / your past, present, and future. There will be three piles, 1-3 from top to bottom. (Sorry I can’t figure out how to put them side by side)

Choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to. Happy reading, good day!

☾ Pile 1

Some of you could be very carefree and playful, especially as children. 6, or 222 might be important numbers for you. Some water and fixed energy here, Scorpio, Leo, Sun dominants. Even if you weren't innocent or playful when you were young, there is quite an air of youthfulness to people here. Some of you are quite idealistic. I'm also seeing cancer moon, cancer placements. Some of you are quite dedicated and hardworking people. Taurus placements too. I feel like in the past, you could have been somebody who is trustworthy and has strong morals and integrity, and I really admire you for that. These qualities will help you in life, so keep it up! Right now, several areas of your life could be coming to an end, and some of you might feel like entering a new stage in your life. You might not like the new changes that are coming, but in the future, you will look back and appreciate it. Some of you might have gone through a betrayal recently, I sense some friendship problems. Please stay optimistic, I see opportunities for this pile to be meeting new people, perhaps even making new connections and friends. Once some of you have accepted the fact that changes are coming, you will continue growing and thriving. To those who have been putting in effort or taking the initiative, you will reap what you sow. The word "strict" popped into my head, that could mean something for some of you. Some advice for you now are: Some of you might be in an argument with somebody, or somebody has triggered you. This is a sign not to let it slide- think deeper; is there anything that needs to be healed here? Or, what do you want others to see? For some of you, there might be something you are called to do or pulled towards. Trust the feeling, let loose, and have some fun. For some others, you might be ignoring a niggling feeling that something is wrong. This could snowball into a big problem, so please watch out.

☾ Pile 2

Neptune, Pisces placements or dominants here. Some of you could be very indecisive or were indecisive. Aries energy, maybe venus or moon. Some people here should be more open minded; or else they could be missing precious opportunities being presented to them. Some moon energy here, Sagittarius suns maybe? Some of you can be optimistic and hopeful people, you have won many battles in life. Maybe some of you have 1H or prominent Pluto. For those of you who are mistrustful of others, there might be someone coming in that might change your view on life soon. I see water, waves, maybe some of you like water / beaches or have been somewhere near there before. Some people here could have a maternal figure who played quite a huge role in their lives. Perhaps you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, or at the very least in a financially stable family. Either way, you didn't really have to worry about money. Some of you could also be nurtured well in your childhood. Some of you might have Libra in your 11h, or have many friends and connections. You are kind and compassionate as well. Some of you could be dealing with an air sign or are an air sign, especially Aquarius. Some of you might feel trapped or cornered, in a seemingly inescapable situation. Don't fret, this situation might be overcome soon. Someone might come to help you or unexpected things could happen. In the future, you might get a sudden inheritance or windfall, but I also see a failed relationship. There could also be a situation where you have to take sides; remain neutral until you have clearer information. Additional advice: Some of you could be on the verge of a spiritual awakening or have gone through on already. If some of you get new opportunities, accepting them might reap good rewards. To those who are in touch with their spirit guides, they want you to know that they are always ready and willing to help you. They might send you signs or you could see some signs, pay very close attention to what the universe is trying to tell you. Some of you can be dealing with toxic people, especially energy vampires. These people are not worth your time and you should cut them off. They are dimming your light. Lastly, a few of you should try expressing yourself more, do something you like. Maybe through writing, singing, art. There could also be a situation making you uncomfortable, speak up about it. I saw some green and Chanel for this pile, if that's any indicator.

☾ Pile 3

More Leo / Fire energy here. Some of you could be really jovial people :) Libra moon or mercury, and air placements here. Jupiter dominants. Some of you are calm, but passive and non confrontational. Fair too. 4 or 19 could be important numbers for you. I see blue as well. Aries, Virgo, Venus and Mercury energy here. In the past, some of you might have gone through many hardships to get to where you are today. Most of you could be well to do or born into a good family. The good thing is, you don't boast or be arrogant about it, and I like that humble attitude. Some Cancer here. Some of you could have a strong female figure come into your life soon, they would likely influence you in a lot of ways. I just know some of you are in denial about something, face it or else it'll come back to bite you in the ass. This could be about love as well, some of you are catching feelings. Take a break and get in touch with your intuition and feelings, don't be rash. Uranus dominance for some of you? New adventures and opportunities are coming along, good luck with that! Take the initiative, and don't let your fears get you down! For others there could be a major event happening in your life soon. Additional advice: Some of you might have to face something or do something that requires your courage and bravery. You should look at your fears in a better light and let it point you in a direction you should go. This pile is quite unsure as well. Some of you don't feel ready to do something; go for it! It could potentially break an unhealthy cycle in your life. Others could be meeting a new person who will become very dear to you, (be it in a romantic or platonic way.) Be yourself and they will find you. Lastly, some of you should let your friends support you instead of shouldering everything yourself. This could also mean you need to expand your friend circle.

aight I'm finally done, I have a feeling this is very messy and I'm getting cold feet so I'm gonna hide in a corner while you guys read this :')

I do accept constructive criticism and feedback so send it in if you would like. Thank you for taking the time to read this, I did my best and I hope it's up to everyone's standards. :)

#astrology #astro notes #astrology observations #tarotblr #pick a card #pick a pile #tarotcommunity #astro observations #thank you #astrology notes

[4joonkookie]

Mirror, Mirror.

➹ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

➹ Words: 3K

➹ Summary:

(smutty) You tell Jungkook that you don’t want to talk. He makes sure to keep you quiet. OR

(Angsty) Your established, long-distance relationship with Jungkook has reached an impasse. OR

(Angsty & Smutty) Jungkook makes you take a long, hard look at yourself.

➹ Tags/Warnings:

SMUT, Established Relationship, Long Distance Relationship, Public Sex, Car Sex, Clothed Sex, Rushed Sex, Mirror Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Dubious Consent, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, (Jungkook literally pulls up a chair to eat you out), Fingering, Rough Sex, Mouth Covering, Shoving, Angry Sex, Drinking, Embarrassment, Spanking, ANGST, Failure to Communicate, Commitment Issues, Avoidant Behavior, Female Character with Fuckboi!Tendancies, Petty!Jungkook, Unresolved Ending, Ending up to Reader Interpretation, Easter Eggs?

**

You’re late on purpose.

You told Jungkook you couldn’t make it until just about when the cars would be leaving to take the boys and their group to the event.

He greets you with a kiss at the door when you rush in, dressed and ready to the hotel room everyone gathers in. You eagerly greet and catch up with the others. Jungkook knowingly raises his eyebrow at you.

He doesn’t deserve this and you’re not proud of it but you aren’t ready to talk about it. Everything was left in the air last you saw each other and there’s a lot to discuss. You managed to get away from work for just 1 night, so, you plan on avoiding it until your next visit, maybe another 2 weeks.

That would give you enough time to think about it, about what you would say. It might give you time to come up with a good reason why he’s completely wrong about this.

So, you settle for getting ready for a formal event in the airport bathroom. That’s how badly you don’t want to talk about it.

A voice announces that the cars are here and people fuss at themselves in the full length mirror before corralling out the door. Soon, it’s just you left, touching up your red lipstick. You almost never wear it but hope It hides your total cowardice.

Jungkook approaches you from behind in the mirror.

Can we talk about it?”, he asks your reflection.

“I’m not sure now is a good time”, you say as casually as possible.

“Well, will there be a good time before you leave tomorrow morning? We never finished talking...”

“We weren’t talking, we were arguing.”, you interrupt and pull his arms around you from behind, hands laced at your waist. “Look, we have one night. And I have to leave for the airport by 7:30 tomorrow.”

He pauses before he speaks. “No you don’t.”, he says plainly. Silence hangs heavy in the air.

You take a breath. “But I will.” You shrug and sigh, still in his arms.

“So, the answer to my question is ‘no’, you plan on avoiding the topic until….”

“...until I come back.”, you finish, trying to sound optimistic.

He pulls his hands from around you and steps away from you.. “In 2 weeks.”, he scoffs. “So, what, you’re here to get fucked and leave?”

You turn to face him and tell the truth. “I miss you, baby.” You plant a soft, closed kiss on his lips. “I'm here to see you.”, you inspect his mouth for any trace of lipstick. “Besides….would it be the worst thing if I came for one night just to get fucked?”, you tease, turning to the mirror again.

He snickers, “...no”. He kisses your neck and shifts his crotch against your ass. “I just worry you think this problem won’t be here when you get back.”

“Please, Jungkook, I just want to be with you, I don’t want to fight. There’s no chance we could solve this in a night anyway.”

Jimin renters the room to gather you. “We need to go_”, he stops when he sees Jungkook’s worried reflection. “Everything ok?”

Jungkook abruptly drops his arms from you. “We’re having an argument,'' he announces. “but we’re not talking about it.” He moves to hold the door open and gestures for you and Jimin to exit before him.

Ugh. Brat.

The back of the private car is your proverbial doghouse as you both sip your cocktails in silence, Jungkook obviously agitated. You sit next to each other, such a big space for just 2 people. A small gap between you feels wider than ever.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not ready”, you finally say, lamely.

“It’s fine,'' he replies quickly. “You don’t want to talk, we won’t.” He finishes one drink and pours another.

You stay quiet, still without the right words. He looks at you and thinks for a long time. You almost ask if he’s ok when he finally speaks.

“You look really good.”, he abruptly spits out and laughs as if he’s missed something that had been in front of him the whole time. “I’m sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I wanted to tell you in the mirror.“

You’re relieved with his light-heartedness and grateful for the effects of alcohol as you close the gap between you, placing your hand on his closest thigh.

The cabin is dimly lit with a bluish light. Jungkook brings his face so close to yours, tingles go down your spine. He smells like a mixture of cologne and liquor.

“I like your pretty red lips.”, he hums, voice deep and low. His eyes, dark in the dim light. “And if you’re not going to use them to talk...”, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip and leaning in to whisper, “...I want them wrapped around my cock.” He moves his hand back and tugs at your hair.

You waste no time. The area of the car is spacious enough that you can get to your knees below him. You work together to pull his trousers down far enough to expose his pretty leaking cock.

You start a long lick with a flat tongue at the base of his shaft and up to the tip. You hollow your cheeks and fully engulf him on the way back down, knowing it’s just a matter of time before you arrive.

He guides your head as you diligently slide up and down, slurping and occasionally stopping to hold the tip at the back of your throat. Soon, his hips lift on every trip down, squirming and unable to hold back the prettiest whines.

“Look at me”, Jungkook urges. You turn your head to the side to look up and run your tongue up a vein on the side of his shaft.

“So good, noona.”, he says with his eyes rolling backward with a smirk. He pushes your head down harder, driving you to increase the pace.

He fills your mouth with a groan. You swallow, eager to take whatever he gives you.

The car comes to a stop and you pull yourself together enough to get to the bathroom inside to check your lipstick.

***

Wherever you are, it’s huge. A massive hall with doors that seemed to go on forever. The party and guests, relegated to one (very big) room.

As the guests and your group get toasted and social, it becomes easier to step away from your unresolved issues than you thought. Jungkook and the boys are laughing and enjoying themselves. Everyone’s guard is down, including you.

That’s why you love these types of events. The ones with no cameras or staff, where boys can bring dates or just be themselves. There’s so many of these things you CAN'T go to; another point of contention between you and Jungkook.

Here, when everyone can just be together without a camera, it seems easy. The last moments of your previous visit begin to replay in your mind, as you watch Jungkook charm the room.

“What are you so afraid of?”, his voice echoes in your mind. Suddenly, the mellow tone of the room fades and it feels stifling and small, heat flooding to your chest.

You make your way to the entry doors. Maybe to get some air, or make an escape, you’re not sure. You calmly peek outside the big room to the empty big hall with endless doors. Before the door can close behind you, Jungkook peeks out, whispering and smiling. “Where are you going?”, worries obviously set aside. His face is comforting and makes it feel like you can breathe again.

“Exploring.”, you whisper back with a wink and extend your hand. He offers a cheeky smile and accepts.

You tipsily giggle down the hall into an empty room. It’s identical to the room the party is in, only this one is empty and one wall is made of full mirrors, like some kind of performance and rehearsal room.

You kiss and stumble into a corner. He takes both of your drink glasses and places them on the floor. He grabs your body so you face away and you’re looking at your reflections again.

“We were like this.” his lips are on your neck again and a hand sneaks up the slit in your dress and inside your thigh. “...when I saw how you looked in the mirror at the hotel.” He lets out a gratified sigh and slips his fingers effortlessly into you.

“Jungkook!”, you scold, doing your best not to sink into his sensation but it’s too late now. Your body is a step ahead of your mind and you’re moving your hips in time with his fingers. You place both hands on the mirror in front of you to brace yourself.

“What?”, he says innocently, still speaking to the mirror. You came here to get fucked and leave right? ”, pushing fingers in and out of your entrance. “Anyway”, he continues, “You know better. You should’ve showed up earlier so I could fuck you before we had to leave. You knew we’d end up like this.”

His skilled fingers stir inside you so delightfully that you close your eyes. He puts a squeezing hand on your shoulder to alert you.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to see what I see.” You make an effort to keep your eyes on the mirror but shriek when he lays a hard spank on you, cold rings intensifying the sting. He quickly removes his fingers to unbutton himself, lowering his pants again.

“Jungkook...”, you start, fussing to pull your dress down and yammering in panic about how you ‘can’t do this here’ and ‘what happens if we get caught?’.

He grins arrogantly and uses a hand to cover your mouth and pushes at the small of your back with the other so you're bent in front of him again, your hands propped against the glass. Your heart races when he lines his tip to your core.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He thrusts himself into without warning. You let out a shocked moan. “Maybe we can talk about it when you come back in 2 weeks”, he taunts as he sets his rhythm.

Petty brat.

All thoughts wash away as you watch him take you in the mirror with punishing thrusts, so heavy, your eyes are closing again as you feel the brunt. He digs his nails into your shoulder.

“Eyes Open.”, he reminds, never breaking stride. Your bodies echo lewdly in the empty room. “You flew a long way for this, I want you to see everything.” His hand is pressed tight to your mouth and using his free hand on your shoulder to steady you, exhibiting you in the mirror.

Your eyes are open but they’re watching Jungkook. Sweat runs down his neck. You’re terrified to be caught but relish watching him take your body for himself, happy to shut up and watch.

“I could fuck you like this everyday if you wanted, noona.”, he menaces. You whimper behind his gripped hand. “Wouldn’t you like it if I could spoil this pussy everyday?”.

You can only nod in the mirror.

“I wish I could do it every day, baby.” Hand tight on your mouth, he pulls back on your body so his teeth can reach your neck. Arms off the mirror, Jungkook marks you.

When he releases your neck, he directs: “Touch yourself, baby. I want you to watch yourself come with my hand wrapped around your pretty mouth.”

You collect the abundant slick from around Jungkook’s cock at your opening to run your fingers to your clit. The other hand props yourself up against the mirror, back arched. You fight to stay focused on the mirror, the sensation on your clit making your legs buckle. Your whimpers are stifled behind his palm.

“That’s it, baby, that’s so good. His eyes are glued at your moving fingers, eyes egging you on. The warmth building at your center takes over you when he whispers.

“I'm gonna make you walk back into that room with my cum still dripping out of you.”

You gasp when he releases his grip on your face to replace your hand and continues to circle fingers around your clit while he thrusts deeper into you, and both of your moans resounding off the walls.

He grunts, slows, and lets himself fall out of you . Cum, already dripping down your thighs.

“I’ll see you in there.” He quickly buttons himself and leaves, his footsteps echoing through the empty room until the door closes.

His intentional coldness hurts but you can’t help

but feel that you deserve it. You clean up as best you can before rejoining the group.

***

You casually approach the group in the full room hoping you appear somewhat put together.

They stand in a circle and Hoseok looks at you from across. One arm around his date, he dabs a finger from the other hand underneath his bottom lip. “You’ve got a little…”

“...lipstick.”,Jimin pipes in from beside you and uses his own thumb to wipe the smeared lipstick.

“And a little…” Yoongi starts and dabs a finger in the same motion as Hoseok, only on the side of his neck.

Jimin pulls long strands of hair over your shoulder to cover the fresh bruise Jungkook marked into your neck.

Taehyung turns to Jungkook who has a shit-eating grin on his face. A few in the crew exchange glances and soon a knowing giggle ripples through the group. Blood hits your cheeks.

“What did I miss?” Seokjin says, looking at Jimin.

“They were fighting but now they’ve made up. Now You’re all caught up.”, Jimin chides.

“We didn’t make up.”, Jungkook corrects, his cheery disposition quickly fading. “She said she’s here for a night to get laid. I’m just making sure she gets what she came for.”

He walks away and leaves you to deal with the silence.

Namjoon expertly changes the attention and subject by asking about your job. He must know it’s your preferred way to avoid any real conversation.

The party winds down, the room slowly empties and guests make their way back to their cars.

The car ride home is silent, buzzes fading and exhaustion setting in. You make it back to his room when Jungkook finally speaks.

“You don’t get to be mad at me, you know.”

“Yes, I do.”, you snap back. “I just know I deserve it.”

“No, you don’t.”, he says, a flash of guilt passing over his face. “I just want you to talk to me. And we don't even need to solve any_.”

You’re relieved when he abruptly stops himself and raises 2 surrendering hands in the air. He mimics zipping his lips and winks.

No talking.

He shoves you so you fall back on the bed and pulls up a nearby chair to the edge, looking more determined than ever. He crawls above you and pushes your long dress up over your hips and opts to keep himself quiet instead of you. Diving in right away, he uses 2 fingers to spread your lips apart to give a straight licks before attaching to your exposed clit. He moans while he sucks, sending little vibrations through your center. He laps at you like he can’t get enough.

You start to squirm so he hooks an arm around one of your thighs in the air and the other hand to pin your 2nd thigh flat to the bed.

Hunched over, he continues work on you. You cover your own mouth with your hands while he flicks and sucks furiously on your clit, refusing to let up until your legs shake and he fights your thighs, eager to clamp shut around him.

Your hands drop from your face and shamelessly scream when you come, hands gripping the sheets.

He crawls up to kiss you, tasting him and yourself. He lays his head on your chest and squeezes your body tight. You stroke his head until he falls asleep. You close your eyes too, and when you open them again, the sun shines through the window and it’s time to leave.

You fuss in the bathroom mirror. Sleepy face Jungkook slides behind you and groans, voice still rough with sleep. He buries his face in your neck then lifts to look at your reflections. You both smile at the familiar position. He takes steps to turn on the shower and finds his way to you again.

He begins: “I know we’re not talking about it now….”, you flinch from his touch at the mention. He gets closer to you anyway, happy to press up against your thorny exterior. He continues, “but in 2 weeks, I’m going to ask you again. He presses his forehead against your temple and you listen, watching the mirror.

“Quit your stupid job. Please. Stay with me. And you don’t need to have an answer. But we have to talk about it.”

You nearly made it through this unscathed but two strokes to midnight, you finally snap.

“And talk about what, Jungkook? How you’ll be gone months at a time?, eyes on your own terrored expression in the mirror. “How I should uproot my life so I can live in random hotels basically alo_”. He turns you to face him and places his index finger over your running lips before you can finish.

“It’s 7:30. You need to leave if you’re going to catch your flight.” He moves his finger to kiss your lips.

He enters the shower without a word, confident you’ll be gone when he gets out.

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Time goes by.

Pairings: Natasha x reader (frienship), Wanda x reader.

Summary: After the snap, y/n and Natasha tried to move on with their lives as hard as it is; y/n misses Wanda terribly, but knows Natasha is always there by her side. But what happens when she's not anymore?

A/n: I don't know where this came from, but I ended up writing it in a depressive moment and it came out like this. At first I thought it didn't make sense but I wanted to share it with all of you. Also, I feel like I'm preparing myself again to say goodbye to Nat...but yep. I'm running out of ideas even if I still have some requests and some more to post, so if you have any requests, my ask and messages are open!

Y/n had always been an optimistic girl, always trying to push people to do their best, always trying to get them to do whatever they wanted to do and always with a smile on their face, she was sometimes that annoying girl that always tried to make things better for everyone; to say the least, she was the opposite of Natasha. Not that she wasn’t positive, but Natasha had her own way to show things, she was a badass, while y/n tried her best to not show that side of her, unless they were on missions. Natasha had been a sister to her since forever, missions together, sometimes with Clint, but they always stuck together, supporting each other and being the people they needed there.

Natasha had been the one to get y/n out of that dark place she always had to be in, doing missions she had never wanted to do, or just being in places she didn’t want to stay in. Joining the avengers had seemed pointless, she had wanted a normal life out of anything that had to do with fights or missions, but she would do it for Nat. And thanks to that, she got to meet Wanda, even if it took her a very long time to really get to tell her about her feelings, it had been worth it; also all the pushing and long talks with Nat, she had helped a lot.

So when Thanos happened, of course Natasha was always there for y/n, and y/n was there for her. It was the two of them for a while, Clint had disappeared, Steve tried to keep living his life in his own way, Tony was nowhere to be found, Bruce also disappeared, and the rest…they were all gone. They both tried to get any idea, any plan to get them back, but it wasn’t easy, so on some days they just decided to keep living and have their own little fun, even if they always ended up crying together. Y/n missed Wanda terribly, Natasha knew that, but y/n always tried to hide it.

When they finally got a plan, it almost seemed like Natasha knew what was going to happen next or as if she had expected something to happen. The day before, they had taken the time to prepare for the mission, it wasn’t going to be easy, but it was something they had agreed on doing. Y/n had spent most of her time in Wanda’s room, afraid of what may happen, afraid that it wouldn’t work, afraid of everything really. It had been years, years of suffering, years of crying, years of not having her by her side, but she was also thankful she had not been alone at all.

Y/n smiled softly as she looked around and decided to leave the room. She closed the door quietly and as she looked up, she noticed Natasha’s door room open, she made her way to the room and smiled softly as she found Natasha sitting on her bed. She slowly made her way in and closed the door behind her, making Natasha look up at her.

“Do you think it will work?” Natasha asked quietly.

Y/n shrugged. “We can only hope.”

Natasha nodded as she offered a tired smile. She padded the empty space beside her as she laid down. Y/n joined her a few seconds later and looked up at the ceiling just like Natasha, suddenly feeling Natasha grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers.

“Do you remember that one mission where we had to stay in Mexico for a few days and we stayed near this beautiful beach? Every night we would go lay on the sand. We barely got any sleep for how painfully annoying the mission was.” Natasha chuckled softly.

Y/n joined her and nodded. “We also had a lot of tequila. It wasn’t that bad.” She grinned as she looked at Natasha, biting her lip softly. “Are you afraid?”

Natasha looked at her and smiled. “I don’t know. I want to believe that everything will be okay, that we will get everyone back.”

“But?”

Natasha smiled. “But we never know what can happen.” She sighed. “But also, you’ll get your witch back. I know you miss her more than anything.”

“I do. And that’s what makes me happy about all this.” Y/n smiled. “But something just doesn’t fit right.”

“Aren’t you miss ‘it’s all gonna be great guys! We can do this!’” Natasha mocked her as they both laughed.

“Ass.” Y/n laughed. “I mean yeah but…everything has changed in these past years. I’m afraid.”

“Everything will be okay.” Natasha smiled as she leaned in and kissed y/n’s forehead. “We’ll be okay.”

That night, both of them had gone to sleep with a clear mind, after many hours of laughter, jokes, memories and just talking about anything they could think of. It had been a night to remember for both of them. They had slept throughout the whole night, y/n in Natasha’s arms, both of them finally feeling like things could really get much better, and soon everything would go back to normal; it had finally been a peaceful night. The next day, everyone prepared what they needed to go ahead with the mission, they all had been serious at first, focused on the things they were doing. Natasha and y/n found each other before they all reunited and for some reason, y/n felt the need to hug Natasha, no words needed.

Space seemed to be the best place they had gone to so far, it had been the best experience they had, until they got to Vormir. Everything had happened too fast, they didn’t have time to think things through, not when both of them were stubborn. The last thing y/n remembers was trying to hold Natasha’s hand tightly to stop her from falling, Natasha looked at her with love and sadness at the same time,

“N-Nat…don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me!” Y/n cried out.

The last words she heard were ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I adore you’, the next thing happened too quickly, a scene she didn’t want to remember. She woke up in water surrounding her, she sat up confused until she noticed the small stone on her hand, bringing memories back to her. She sobbed uncontrollably as she looked down at the stone, she had lost Natasha, she wouldn’t be able to bring her back. She yelled at the top of her lungs as she cried; if this didn’t work, she was going to be heartbroken.

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It felt selfish. It felt selfish to feel a little happiness in her. It felt selfish to smile. It was hard, but she couldn’t help the happiness she felt as soon as she saw Wanda. After the battle, after them winning, she ran to Wanda and hugged her tightly, crying as she buried her face on Wanda’s neck, crying tears of happiness mixed with sadness. She couldn’t get any words out, she couldn’t really talk about it right now, but she knew that after this, it was going to be hard to hold it in together.

They barely talked when they went back to safety, no words were needed when they both knew what was going on in their minds. They both showered together, and Wanda held y/n the whole time, she could feel her pain, she could feel the sadness and it made her feel the same way because even if she wasn’t as close to Nat as y/n was, she still loved Natasha, she had helped her through so much and she couldn’t believe either that she was gone.

The next day, Tony’s funeral happened. It was unbelievable to think that they had lost two members, they both sacrificed their lives to save the world. Y/n said nothing, just kept holding Wanda’s hand and she stood by her side the whole time. They both had gone back to their hotel room, y/n wanting to shut down entirely, but was also scared that she would lose Wanda too, so she pulled Wanda with her to bed and hugged her close to her, never wanting to let go.

The next few days were the same, Wanda would go get them some food and bring it back to their room so y/n would have something to eat, but she barely finished her plate and then went back to lay down, sometimes to sleep, sometimes to cry, but mostly she wanted Wanda to always be there with her. She stood up to go to the bathroom and take a shower, but even then, she always asked Wanda to join her. It broke Wanda’s heart to see her like this, she knew y/n wanted to be okay for her and wanted to make up for the time they lost, but the sadness took over her, she knew she missed Natasha terribly, she didn’t know what else to do.

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Bucky had brought the last things that he had found in the mess of the compound, recovering some clothes or belongings that were buried but remained in a good state after the whole disaster, it had only been a box and some stuff he had gotten for both women. He was worried about y/n but also didn’t know what he could do for her or how to help Wanda. As Wanda went back to the room, she found y/n still asleep, giving her the chance to look at what Bucky could recover, mostly they were clothes that now seemed to be clean, she then found a letter that had Wanda’s name, but decided to leave it at the end. Her eyes then laid on something that she didn’t think she would see again, not after the disaster that was left in the compound.

She looked up at y/n and noticed she had started to wake up. She smiled sadly as she laid back the item inside the box and walked to the bed, laying down beside her and kissing her forehead softly.

“Hi, moya lyubov.” She whispered softly as she kissed her nose.

Y/n offered a small smile. “Hi.” She whispered back.

“Did you sleep well?”

Y/n shook her head. “I had a nightmare. But I couldn’t wake up.”

Wanda nodded softly. “Well, you’re back. With me.” Wanda ran her hands through y/n’s hair and leaned down to kiss her lips softly.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n whispered against her lips as she felt tears in her eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, my love. I know…I know it’s hard. I don’t blame you for feeling this way.” Wanda rested her forehead against y/n’s and sighed. “I’ll always be here.”

Y/n then smiled sadly again. “I know. And I’m glad you’re back. That you came back to me.” Her voice broke as she placed her hand on Wanda’s cheek. “You know…Nat had to deal with my sorry ass when I didn’t feel okay and when I missed you…she had to hear me cry and as much as I tried to live…I needed you. I missed you.” She confessed with a sad smile on her face. “She knew you would come back to me.”

“I’ll always come back to you.” Wanda smiled. “And I won’t leave your side. Not when you need me the most, not in your best, not in your worse. I’m here to stay.”

“I love you.” Y/n whispered softly as she pulled Wanda for another kiss.

Wanda smiled against her lips. “I have something for you.”

Y/n furrowed her brows. “What is it?”

Wanda stood up from the bed and grabbed the box she had left in the small table, walking back to the bed, and sitting down beside y/n.

“I don’t know if you remember, but when we fought Ultron, back in the tower, Pietro gave me something to wear because well…everyone was getting ready and dressed to fight, and I only had a simple dress.” She chuckled softly at the memory. “I didn’t know who it belonged to, until a badass redhead asked why I had her jacket.” She handed the leather jacket to y/n and smiled.

Y/n gasped as she grabbed the jacket, sitting up on the bed and placing it on her lap. “This is…”

“Nat’s.” Wanda smiled as she looked at y/n. “She let me keep it, I used it maybe one or two times after it.” She bit her lip. “I know it’s not much, but…it’s all yours now.”

Y/n sobbed quietly as her hand traced the lines of the jacket. “Everything was buried. I thought…I thought there was nothing left.” She hugged the jacket as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Well…Bucky brought the box not too long ago. Some clothes were okay, and this jacket survived.” Wanda smiled sadly. “It might not smell like her anymore but…it was hers so.”

Y/n nodded softly as she looked back up at Wanda and smiled. “It’s ours. I’m sure she protected it for us, as lame as it sounds. She would laugh at me for saying that.” Y/n laughed softly, a genuine laugh after so long.

Wanda chuckled softly and nodded. “I’m sure.” She bit her lip softly as she looked back at the envelope. “There’s also…there’s this thing that…has my name. I just…I didn’t know if I could open it.”

Y/n furrowed her brows as she looked inside the box. Her eyes widened as she grabbed the envelope. “Oh my god, I didn’t…” She smiled widely. “She really did protect these things.” She whispered softly.

Wanda furrowed her brows as she looked back at her. “Is it important?”

Y/n smiled softly as she handed it back to Wanda. “After 2 years, Nat and I went on a road trip just to clear our minds and be away from the compound. We drove until we got to New Jersey and we got to this small…town.” She smiled at the memory. “We uh…we drove around, and we saw all these houses and there was an empty space.”

Wanda looked down at the envelope and opened it as y/n spoke, her eyes scanning what it had inside, her heart stopping for a moment.

“As much as Tony was upset and wanted to make his life with Pepper and Morgan, he still helped me, and he bought this place for us. I didn’t start the whole construction because well…I wanted it to be a thing…for us…and I-“

Wanda interrupted her as she jumped on her and kissed her lips softly. Y/n chuckled and wrapped her arms around her, kissing her back just as softly. Y/n knew she still wasn’t over the whole Nat thing, but she remembered what Nat had told her, that everything would be alright, and Wanda and y/n would be back together. So as selfish as she felt, as bad as she still felt, as much as she missed Natasha, she knew Natasha wouldn’t have want y/n to be sad because of her, she would indeed pull her out of bed just like she did many times when Wanda was gone.

After a few seconds of the sweet kiss, both women pulled away with a big smile on their faces. Y/n looked into those green eyes she loved so much and smiled, Wanda doing the same as she placed her hand on the back of y/n’s neck, caressing it softly.

“I know it’s been hard, and I haven’t been at my best. But…maybe this can help us out.” Y/n shrugged.

“We’ll get through it together.” Wanda whispered softly.

“I’m sure Nat will finally be happy to know we are going to start the house. She was desperate for me to start it but understood why I didn’t.” Y/n laughed softly as she looked back at Wanda. “But I know you won’t leave my side again, and..” Y/n licked her lips. “…we can finally have that life we talked about.”

Wanda smiled. “We can finally have it.” She whispered softly as she pulled her for another kiss.

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