#Can you tell the author lives in Canada
Text
Texts From Superheroes
Facebook | Threads | Patreon | Instagram
#Comics#Spider-Man#Spiderman#Spider Man#Miles Morales#Peter Parker#Marvel#Marvel Comics#TFSH#Texts From Superheroes#Toronto#Cranes#Can you tell the author lives in Canada#It's so bad
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s Time | Sidney Crosby
summary: Sidney is sent to Canada as he tries to get you back and the long awaited arrival of peanut finally happens.
request: yes/no
warnings: swearing, legal age gap (reader is 23!)
word count: 3.17k
authors note: peanut is now in our lives and we get the chance to see the semi happy ending for this weird couple! For those of you who aren’t ready to see this story end I’ve made it into a series that you can find under the ‘Crosby x Bedard sister!’ tag, so of course if you want to see some things for that then head to my asks and let your dreams go wild! For those of you who have made it this far in this series, I love you.
part one | previous part
It was like there was a silent competition between you two to see who missed the other more.
34 weeks
What Sidney didn’t think was that when he woke up he’d wake up to a phone call from you. It had been weeks since you last spoke and after trying to desperately call you each day Sidney was beginning to lose faith.
He had been in the gym when your contact info lit up his phone “fuck Bedard, I’ve missed you so freaking-” his words were quickly cut off ”y/n isn’t here you dickhead.” Connor grumbled slamming his bedroom door shut as he had to hide your phone from you.
If you had told Connor that he’d be on the phone to one of his idols growing up like this he would have sworn that you were lying “she refuses to admit that she misses you and as much as she doesn’t need you your kid does.” There was no secret that you were good on your own, it’s the reason why you were single throughout your time working with the Penguins.
Sidney rubbed his face as he listened to what your brother had to say “it’s all good her missing me but she doesn’t want to talk to me.” Sidney pointed out as you hadn’t even opened the text messages that he had sent you.
Connor let out a scoff “she’s stubborn and it’s like worse now that she’s pregnant.” He muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes “point is can you come see her and apologise or not?” He added hearing your voice come from the end of the hallway.
The older boy had to say that he appreciated the way your brother was protective over you “I can be there next week.” Sidney hated that he had training camps the entire week that he couldn’t say no to.
“Con you seen my phone anywhere?”
Your voice rang through the line as you stuck your head into your brothers room.
The younger Canadian player panicked as he hid your phone behind his back “nothing,” Sidney knew he should have listened for longer but truthfully he couldn’t, instead he pulled open his laptop looking to see which flights he could get to come see you.
He was getting his girl, one and for all.
35 weeks
Lounging in the pool of your parents lake house was your personal favourite activity to do especially now that you were heavily pregnant. Laying down on the little pool floatie as you and peanut got the chance to soak up some much needed vitamin D was like your little sanctuary that everyone knew not to bother “y/n someone is here for you!” Connor called out walking back into the house making his way to the porch “tell them I’m busy,” you groaned not wanting any company.
But of course the company had to follow Connor into the house “can we talk Bedard?” Sidney asked clutching to the blanket that you had bought peanut and forgot in Pittsburgh during your effort to leave quickly.
Being full of surprise your body shot up as you looked at him with wide eyes causing you to almost fall off of the float all together “boat,” was all you could get out as you had the keys on the table sat under one of Sidney’s shirts.
There was a collection of those in your closet and it was now all you were living in “hurt her and I’ll hurt you,” Connors warning to Sidney made you laugh as you got out of the water “let’s go before this one gets aggressive.” You teased your brother as you ruffled your fingers through his hair causing him to groan.
The Penguins player felt his heart burst watching the interaction between you and your brother. You seemed at peace with the younger Bedard until you turned to face your coworker “shall we go?” You asked spinning the keys on your finger.
Sidney furrowed his eyebrows as he followed you to the dock “are you sure you should be driving?” His voice was soft when he locked eyes with Betty your boat.
You scoffed looking back at him with a glare “I’m driving a boat, not a fucking mechanical bull.” You grumbled placing your hands on your hips as you continued to walk.
He chewed at his cheek as he realised he had fucked up “look I’m sorry,” Sidney mumbled as he watched you hop onto the boat.
It was a place you had told him so much about during your late nights staying up talking “just get on so we can talk.” You matched his quiet tone as you sighed.
That twenty minute ride to your favourite part of the lake was the longest ride of your life done in total silence “surprised to see you here.” You broke the silence getting up to sit closer to him.
Sidney was surprised when you let your knee hit his “couldn’t sleep knowing you were weren’t happy with me.” He confessed ignoring the way his body felt on fire as your fingers danced over his.
Something that you continued to hate about yourself was the way you were always scared of confrontation “look Sid you can fuck whoever you want really.” You shrugged readjusting the cap on your head “just because I’m having your baby doesn’t mean you owe me anything.” Sure you were hurt admitting that but you managed through most of that pregnancy without him.
He frowned hearing you say that “you’re the girl I want to sleep with,” his words made you laugh “you already did that.” You pointed out pointed to your belly.
The hockey player let a smile form on his face “not like that,” he sighed hooking his hand under your knee as he pulled you closer to him.
You mumbled something under your breath as you placed your hand on his chest “I want you for Monday coffees everyday, I want peanut to grow up in one house and one house only.” It felt like a punch in the gut that he was making this about the baby.
Thankfully nobody else was around as you partially wanted to cry “look if you want me for peanut then I’m happy to simply be friends.” You weren’t happy about that, of course you weren’t but with Sidney making you feel like it was what he wanted you had to accept it.
Sidney wanted you to shut up and listen as he tried to tell you how he felt “I want to do this with you and only you.” His announcement made you smile as your cheeks turned pink.
Part of you couldn’t stand how Sidney made you feel all mushy inside and you fully blamed peanut for this “really?” You giggled as he used his strength to pull you onto his lap.
He laughed as he grabbed your hat and threw it somewhere on the boat “deadly,” the hockey player let his fingers trace along your jaw.
His fingers moved to tuck your hair behind your face “you are really pretty you know that?” Sidney’s voice was deep as you felt his thighs tense beneath you.
In that moment you fully throughly about letting him fuck you senseless -another feeling you were going to blame on peanut- “Sid don’t fuck this up,” you warned letting your nose bump his as you stared at his lips.
You were close to letting out a whimper “promise you I won’t Bedard.” Sidney mumbled moving his fingers to the back of your head as he finally kissed you.
It was slow as he savoured every moment of that kiss like it was going to be the last kiss that he was ever going to get from you.
But of course the universe wasn’t going to let you enjoy the soft feeling of his lips “feel this!” You gasped pulling away to quickly grab his had that you placed on your belly as you pushed your shirt up.
It seemed that peanut wanted to say hello “you feeling neglected now?” Sidney laughed as he looked down to your stomach.
37 weeks
Sidney had been a nervous wreck for the last two weeks “good morning,” you smiled as you walked down stairs giving his lips a peck.
Since that moment in the boat you guys had been in this weird flirting stage where you two happily kissed whenever you were alone “hey Bedard,” he wrapped his hands around your waist as he took in what you were wearing.
You were in this blue bikini that made your boobs look fabulous as they were bigger than ever. It wasn’t helped by the problem where you had your shorts on that couldn’t even be zipper up your belly was that big “peanut behaving?” Sidney asked letting his hands slide down to your belly placing a kiss on it too.
Every morning that’s what Sidney did, a kiss for you and a kiss for her “thinking of going for a ride today,” you announced as you loved driving Sidney’s boat.
It should have made you laugh how Sidney drove the car and you drove the boat (even though he was perfectly capable of driving it, he let you have this one) “I wanted to ask you something first,” Sidney mumbled letting his lips hover over your lips.
You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to reveal what he wanted to say “don’t hold out on me now cap.” You felt your stomach rumble as you hadn’t eaten anything “let’s start with breakfast.” Sidney laughed letting you go as you had your usual thing of berries for breakfast.
A scoff left your lips “you can’t not tell me what you wanted to!” You complained as your lips turned into a pout.
Sidney smiled as his hand cupped the back of your neck pulling you closer to him as he got up “what are you going to do if I don’t?” The hockey player asked licking his lips as he smirked.
Part of you wanted to roll your eyes for playing his game “I wont kiss you anymore,” you announced clicking your tongue as you giggled.
He shook his head “know you like the feeling of my lips way too much.” Sidney swore he was a deadman walking when he saw you push onto your tippy toes to move your lips closer to his.
You frowned when he moved his lips further away from yours “don’t fuck with me when I’m this pregnant with your child Crosby.” You warned deciding that he couldn’t say no if you pulled the I’m carrying your child card.
It warmed the captains heart to be reminded of how you were pregnant with his kid but there was still one thing missing “I wanna date you Bedard.” Sidney confessed causing a grin to break out on your face.
Whilst you wanted to feel silly feeling your heart melt instead you giggled “you getting all soft on me Sid?” You teased seeing his cheeks turn a deep shade of red.
The hockey player let out a playful scoff “you tell anyone you get to see this side of me and I’ll deny it.” He warned bringing his lips down to yours “you think I want to date you?” You asked repeatedly blinking at him.
Safe to say Sidney was lost for words as he didn’t know what to do watching you stand there straight lipped “I’m just fucking with you.” You laughed shaking your head as you pushed yourself onto your tippy toes placing your hand on the back of his neck as you grazed his lips “you’re now my girlfriend, I’m getting more than just that peck.” The hockey player grunted giving your waist a squeeze.
All was going well for you until being pregnant decided to come back and bite you in the ass “wait,” you groaned placing your hand on his chest as you pushed him away from you.
Sidney looked at you with wide eyes “what?” He asked growing concerned “I gotta pee,” you announced drawing a laugh from his lips.
“Who would have thought that my daughter would be my cock block?”
You heard the statement causing you to let out a gasp “you better not be talking badly about my baby Sid,” you warned raising your finger at him letting your hand sit on under your belly.
He leaned against the wall seeing you break out into another giggle “what happened to needing to go to the bathroom?” Sidney asked licking his lips as your face turned into a scowl “forgot about that,” you groaned now heading to the bathroom.
“I got a good one,”
39 weeks
Being with Sidney as his girlfriend it felt like pure pleasure. You guys truthfully used this time to finish up the prep for peanuts arrival “you ready to go?” Sidney asked watching you walk down the stairs as you laughed seeing that the boy had made you one of his signature smoothies, fulled with all of the weird fruits that were apparently good for the baby.
You nodded as you smiled “excited to see your parents,” you mumbled wrapping your hand around the cup as you kissed his lips.
Sidney tried to give you the quietest two weeks leading up to peanuts arrival as he wanted you to have as much relaxation time as you could possibly get. But his mother was one person he couldn’t say no to (you were the other) and now that meant you two were going for breakfast with them “we’re already late,” the hockey player complained looking down at his watch.
It made you roll your eyes “if there is one time that they can be okay with me being late is when I’m this pregnant with their grandchild.” You pointed out sipping at the smoothie as you tucked your hair behind your ear letting the boy take note of how you were in his shirt as well as a pair of his basketball shorts.
He laughed taking the bag from your hand “let’s just make sure that we aren’t any later than we need to be.” Sidney explained walking to the door as you were hot on his tail.
Or at least that was until you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, it was different to the ones that you had been feeling throughout the morning. Of course you refused to tell Sidney because the last thing you needed was him worrying about you as he tried to wrap you in bubble wrap. You knew he didn’t do it intentionally but you had grown tired of watching him stop you from living life, yes you were still mad that he took the keys to the boat away from you.
The sound of the smoothie bottle hitting the floor made Sidney’s blood run cold “you okay Bedard?” He furrowed his eyebrows placing your bag on the ground as you went to help you.
You let out a groan as you clutched your stomach “we’re gonna have to cancel on your parents Sid,” you announced with wide eyes as you shook your head “she’s coming,” you added feeling the cold sensation of water trickling down your thighs as you lifted up the shirt your were wearing to see that there was now a wet patch that soaked your shorts.
Up until he saw the look of panick on your own face Sidney wanted to just about die at the thought of peanut arriving early, sure he was excited to see her. But the idea of actually being a dad to someone was now feeling all too real “let’s go have a baby?” His voice shook as he tried to act like he was ready to do this.
It wasn’t like he had already packed the hospital bags two weeks ago and they had been living in his car, not to mention that he already had the car seat installed too. So when you nodded and squeezed Sidney’s hand trying to avoid the pain that the oncoming contraction was sending you it made him realise that you two were bound to make it through any challenges that peanut sent your way.
39 weeks
Your body was tired as you tried to take a nap. Your mom had warned you about the toll that birthing a child has on someone but you really didn’t think that it was going to be this bad “I know your momma is sleeping right now but when she wakes up I promise that you’re going to love her.” Sidney spoke away to his daughter happily as she cooed at whatever he said to her.
Sidney smiled as he looked up to see you looking at him “hey momma,” the new nickname had you feeling like you were all fuzzy inside.
The hockey player made his way over to you “how you feeling?” He asked placing a kiss on your forehead as he sat next to you.
Nurses had been in and out of your room gushing about how cute the new family was “like I just had a baby,” you mumbled drawing a laugh from Sidney’s lips.
You couldn’t help it when your eyes were drawn to your daughter as she stared at her father “we did good,” you added realising why every parent always said that their babies were adorable because you swore that peanut was the cutest baby you had ever seen.
Sidney looked at you as he smiled “that’s all you baby,” he muttered using his other hand to hook his fingers under your jaw as he pulled you into a kiss.
It was soft letting you shut your eyes melting into it as you forgot that your daughter was in his arms “love you,”you swore his words were sent to the baby so you kept quiet “I see I how it is,” Sidney clicked his tongue causing you to look up at him “talking to me?” You asked looking back up at him.
He threw his head back when he let out a laugh “yeah!” The hockey player exclaimed causing your eyes to light up “I love you too then.” The part of you that wondered if he was saying this because you were now the mother to his child, didn’t care because you were simply so tired.
The hockey player let his fingers dance on your jaw “you know how to make a man feel good,” he mumbled making you laugh “shut up and kiss me.” Peanut watched her parents with big eyes as she smiled like she knew it was the first time that they had said I love you.
Of course that moment was never bound to last when the door bursted open “are you going to let me meet my niece or what?” Connor asked barging into the room causing you to jump away from the older boy.
A grin formed on Sidney’s face watching his family and yours follow in shortly after “wash your hands and then you can meet peanut.” The hockey player announced looking at you for confirmation that you agreed.
“come meet our baby.”
#crosby x Bedard sister!#sidney crosby#sidney crosby imagines#Sidney Crosby oneshots#imagines#hockey imagine#hockey imagines#nhl imagine#nhl oneshot#Sidney Crosby x reader#amber writes fics
477 notes
·
View notes
Note
I feel like an interesting prompt for Lando would be being with/meeting a girl he likes who isn’t an influencer or popular, just a regular girl who stays more private. (Me for example, a girl who lives in the middle of no where Texas, with a regular business office 9-5 job) lol
You Are in Love
Lando Norris x Interior Designer!Reader
socmed au
summary: seems like mclaren's driver is not available in the market anymore but the real question is, to whom?
warning/s: none
author's note: hello! I am so sorry for taking so long to respond to this request 😭 I didn't know how I would create this and I am still quite scared to take requests but here we are and I hope you enjoy it! A little warning I'm not very knowledgeable about America so I might have overlooked some things and I am sorry for that 😭 and also lmk~ I also chose interior designer as the career for the reader I hope you don't mind >< 🫶 Please request more!
Part 2
yourusername
Texas, USA
liked by yourbestfriend, yoursibling, and 129 others
yourusername another tiring week but at least i get to be a passenger princess hehe :)
view 10 comments...
yourbestfriend tell him to watch his back i CAN take you back 😏
yourusername dont worry bae im all yours 😉
yourfriend is this the london boy 🫢
yourusername well...
yourfriend when will we meet him👀
yourusername he's a little shy😆
yoursibling mom says she miss him more than u
yourusername i guess i have been replaced in the family now
landonorris
liked by maxfewtrell, carlossainz55, and 320,478 others
landonorris another normal but lovely week
view 1,093 comments...
user1 this is so out of character of him😭
user2 fr why is this kinda lowkey of him to do though👀
user3 am i thinking what you're thinking
user4 is he yknow the d word 😭
user7 okay pack it up people he can have a life that does not concern us at all
danielricciardo 🤠
user9 what's with the emoji
maxfewtrell when will u be back here
user5 oh OH
user6 since when are you interested in architecture 🧐
user6 trying to connect shit...
user7 no you're not go get a life
user8 baes take all your delusional asses elsewhere 😭
yourusername
liked by yoursibling, yourbestfriend, and 218 others
yourusername golf isn't as bad as i thought
view 2 comments...
yourbestfriend am i really about to lose you to some guy who drives in circles???
yourusername nah still urs babe 😆😘
landonorris
liked by maxfewtrell, pierregasly, and 530,789 others
landonorris golf kinda day
view 305 comments...
maxfewtrell you got beaten up bad...
landonorris she was just lucky
maxfewtrell sure...
carlossainz55 i guess ill replace you as my golf buddy
user1 why are his pictures so boyfriend coded lately?
yourbestfriend that's really a nice pic i wonder who took it? 🫢
yourusername 🤐
user2 the comments from max and carlos😭 who's able to beat this man in golf😭 i need to pay my respect
yourusername
liked by lilymhe, yourbestfriend, and 137 others
yourusername fun week in canada :)
view 6 comments...
yourbestfriend I should've went with you!
yourusername definitely! 😭 It will be so much more fun with u around luv :'(
lilymhe hope to see you again !
yourusername looking forward as well! I miss u alr 🫶
lando.jpg
liked by danielricciardo, carlossainz55, and 834 others
lando.jpg canada you were fun 😏
view 1,456 comments...
user1 DID HE JUST HARD LAUNCH?!
user2 I AM NOT SO READY FOR THIS
user3 i genuinely think he has no idea what he posted....
user4 LANDO WHO'S THAT IN THE 3RD PHOTO
danielricciardo mate I think you're not supposed to post the 3rd photo...
carlossainz55 she will definitely kill him
maxverstappen1 im here for it
maxfewtrell so much for being lowkey
this post has been deleted
lando.jpg
liked by pierregasly, danielricciardo, and 234,598 others
lando.jpg canada you were fun 😏
view 5,405 comments...
user1 no way you're trying to gaslight us
user2 man really said nope not today
danielricciardo i saw nothing
carlossainz55 me too
maxverstappen1 me three
user3 twitter fans gonna have a field day with this 😭
to be continued...
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x oc#socmed au#f1 socmed au#f1#fluff#lando norris au
776 notes
·
View notes
Text
2 TIMES NICO HISCHIER DIDN'T KISSED YOU (AND THE ONE HE DID) l NH13
summary: two times nico hischier almost kissed his best friend and the one time he actually did it.
pairing: nico hischier x fem!reader
author's note: hello!!! finally posting something for my man, there will be more coming for captain hisch so keep an eye out for that. likes and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated!!! thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoy it!!! :) <3333
1.
It was the day before your 16th birthday. The night, actually. There were only a few hours until midnight, officially starting your birthday. You and Nico had been friends since you were little, and the tradition of being each other first birthday wishes had started so long ago that you couldn’t remember a time when the two of you didn’t do it. Keeping your childhood tradition alive, you and Nico sat in your backyard, sharing a blanket to try 一 keyword: try 一 to preserve yourselves warm, fighting against the cold Swiss night.
Slowly, you lower your head, laying it on Nico’s shoulder. It wasn’t abnormal for the two of you to be touchy with each other, after all of the years you’d been friends, it was like second nature. You had never been as comfortable with anyone as you are with Nico. Which is why the silence of the moment didn’t bother you.
For a moment, you turn your head to look at Nico, your best friend, partner in crime, and favorite person in the whole world. And he looks back, with his big brown doe eyes that make your heart flutter and your brain short circuit. And your faces are so close, your noses almost touching and you can feel his hot breathing on your face. For one moment, you swear he’s coming closer, alternating his eyes between your eyes and your lips.
Until his alarm sounds loud. It’s midnight.
You two almost jump away from each other, wide startled eyes looking at each other.
“Happy birthday,” Nico says, an awkward smile gracing his lips.
You nod, saying thank you so quietly you’re not sure he heard you. But he did, Nico always listens to you.
2.
You had always known Nico was destined for greatness. He was the most hardworking, passionate, and dedicated person you had ever met in your entire life. However, it was still quite difficult to believe you really traveled all the way from your little part of the world in Switzerland to the US to watch the NHL Draft. But, if there’s a person in the world who deserves it, it is Nico, you know it. And when The New Jersey Devils take him 1st overall, you can’t believe it. You can feel your heart bursting with pride. Nico hugs you tightly and you whisper to him, telling him how proud you are. It’s one of the happiest moments of your life, how could it not? It’s Nico, your Nico, whom you’ve known since you were 2, and he was achieving his biggest dream. You were so happy for him. Still, there was this terrible feeling at the back of your mind. When he first left Valais for Bern, it was hard, but he was still in the same country. Then, he left for Canada, when the Halifax Mooseheads drafted him. And now, he’d just been drafted into the NHL, and it felt so much more real, and the unavoidable reality which Nico and you are never gonna live in the same country again dawned on you, while you were sitting there, watching him become a devil.
It takes a while until Nico has some time to talk to you and his family again, he has been giving interviews to what seems like every single hockey reporter in the world. But when he finally gets to talk to all of you, he’s glowing, smiling so hard you wonder how his cheeks aren’t hurting. After talking with his family for a good while, you and Nico finally get some time just the two of you.
“Are you ok?” He questions, looking at you. Damned be Nico Hischier and his ability to read you, to always know exactly how you’re feeling.
“Of course I am Ni. I’m so happy for you. So proud.” You answer, truthfully. “I’ll just miss you. But we’ll survive, right?”
“Obviously. It’s me and you always, remember?” Nico lets a half laugh escape, smiling down at you, holding your right hand in his.
“Always, Neeks. Always.” You reply, looking up at him, interlocking your fingers with his.
You and Nico stare at each other for a few seconds, getting closer and closer until Katja calls you out from the other room for some more pictures.
+1
Summer was always amazing. Nico came home, and you’d make the most of the time you had together. This year the Devils’ had gone on to the playoffs, still ending their season short of a Stanley Cup, but it was still incredibly impressive what they had been able to do. So, when Nico got to Switzerland, he definitely looked like he was more at peace with the way their season came to a finish, unlike previous years. And it was probably one of the greatest summers you had in recent years. But not today. It is Nico’s last day before he has to go back to Jersey.
You had brunch with his siblings, and now you two were in his childhood bedroom. It was not your first time here; in reality, you probably had been in this room more than Nico himself if we’re being honest. Both of you were sitting in his bed, side by side, going through a box of old pictures Rino found a few days ago. There were so many memories, so many moments eternalized in those pictures. Nico and you had been laughing at the faces you made, at all of the things you’d been through together.
You couldn’t pinpoint the moment you threw your legs on top of his, or even the moment you two had gotten so close. But when you noticed, you were almost on top of Nico. Truth be told, Nico had noticed. He always did when it was you. He knew everything about you. He knows that your favorite color is lilac, that you play with your bracelet and rings when you’re nervous, that your favorite subject was chemistry because it made you feel smart, and how you always hide your smile with your hands when you laugh 一 which Nico firmly believes should be a crime, because how dare you hide your smile?
So, he noticed. And he had been fighting with himself for around twenty minutes now because you look way too good not to be kissed, but he was so scared. You are one of the most important people in his life. It had been (Y/N) and Nico for 22 years, he couldn’t lose that. It was very difficult to ignore the urge to kiss you, hold you, and tell you about how much he loves you, how he has been in love with you since you were 14, and how he has tried so fucking hard but he will never find anyone like you. It was bordering on impossible. Until it was impossible and, in a strike of courage, a second of bravery, Nico Hischier finally kissed you. Both his hands holding your face, while you, after moving on from the shock, reciprocate the kiss, one of your hands in his neck and the other in his hair.
Nico kissed you slowly. He was kissing you like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. He smiled into the kiss, finally kissing the girl he always wanted. His heart was missing beats and he felt his hand couldn’t bring her close enough to him. Somewhere in the universe all of the stars could be burning out, the sky could cave but all he cared about was how she tasted and the warmth of her skin against his. Neither of you had ever felt so alive and you bith know this is the start of something beautiful.
#nico hischier#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier fic#nico hischier x y/n#nico hischier x you#nico hischier imagine#nhl x y/n#nhl x you#nhl x reader
308 notes
·
View notes
Note
I work in accounting in Canada and over the years I have realized just how many people aren’t aware of all the various government programs they can take advantage of so I was hoping you could post this on the chance someone who it could help sees it. The main one I see people missing out on is the disability tax credit. If you live in Canada and are disabled you may qualify for the disability tax credit. It’s a non refundable tax credit that’s relatively easy to apply for. All you need to do is get form t2201 from Canada.ca and fill out the first portion with your information then you take it to your doctors office and get them to fill out the remainder. Depending on your provinces medical coverage they might charge you a form fee. Once it’s filled out you can either mail it to the address Canada.ca tells you to or you can submit it online through MyCRA if you’ve set up access to it. If you have an accountant do your taxes for you they might be authorized to submit the form for you once it has been filled out by a medical professional. Processing time for the application is 8 weeks. They’ll mail you a letter letting you know if you qualify or not. It’s also available to people with temporary disabilities or illnesses depending on the disability. And if you do qualify that means you can open a registered disability savings plan. I think it’s similar to an IRA but I don’t actually know what an IRA is cause I’m Canadian lol. The registered disability savings plan is an account where you can put money to save for retirement. It’s different from a registered retirement savings plan because with an RDSP the government will give you grants and match your contributions up to a certain amount each year based on income. There are rules about how much you can take out of the account and when you can take it out but if you take the letter from the CRA saying you qualify for the disability tax credit to your bank they’ll help you set up the account and explain all the rules and everything else. Here ends my speech about federal disability benefits. Go forth and take the federal government for everything it’s worth my fellow disabled bitches.
You are doing the lord's work, my dove. Thank you so much for sharing with the whole class. Canadian bitchlings, take note of the above! Especially if you're a person with disabilities!
This might also help for our United Statesian readers:
How to Pay Hospital Bills When You’re Flat Broke
Did we just help you out? Tip us!
59 notes
·
View notes
Text
WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER
ㅤㅤ
Summary: 17 years ago, a New Jersey high school girls’ soccer team travels to Seattle for a national tournament. While flying over Canada, their plane crashes deep in the wilderness, and the surviving team members are left stranded for nineteen months. Based on Yellowjackets
Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
Author's Notes: A little advice? Please, listen to 'Lighting crashes' when you start 'NOW'.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Warnings: death, angst, fluff. This is the finale.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
FINALE
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCHAPTER EIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
BEFORE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The following months were as hard as they expected. Surviving became harder and painful, especially for their spirits.
The girls could barely move in that cabin that was surrounded by snow.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Despite the care of his sister and friends, Pietro's pneumonia ended his life after fighting for weeks.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Desolation was all Wanda knew for a long time, but thanks to the support of Y/N and the girls, she was able to move on as the months went by. Guilt choked her for a long time until she realized it was beyond what she could do.
The death of her twin brother hurt Wanda in the depths of her heart. Soon they will die too.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
But the one who didn't seem to find peace was Y/N; inside her, the guilt grew more and more. Pietro died to save her, and now she was there. Leading a group of hopeless girls trying to survive another day, and in the only way they could.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Finally the snow disappears, allowing them to bloom with spring, revitalizing their spirits.
Of course, that didn't mean they were going to be saved, they had all lost that hope a long time ago. They were just a bunch of girls when before they were a huge team.
But when they least expected it, one day, a small plane flew over that lake, noticing the signals they sent. They all screamed and made as much noise as possible to be seen until Y/N fired the flare with a look full of hope.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
They will return home.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“The investigation into the cause of the accident remains preliminary.” One of the journalists commented live along with many more outside the New Jersey airport room. “The crash site was over 600 miles north.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
But before the journalist could continue, the doors opened and some hooded girls left there to go to the truck parked outside. The policemen tried to shield them from the journalists who charged at them like wild beasts thirsty for blood.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Here they come!” One of the reporters yelled. “Let's go!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The reporters were clamoring for answers, the camera's shutters clicking every second; the despair on the faces of those girls. Wanda's green eyes widened, completely terrified. Taking care of her, Y/N and Natasha took and tried to get their friends out of that place.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Can you tell us anything?” One of them was trying to get the mic closer to Jules, but Natasha just pushed him. “Natasha, what happened?!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N, Who survived?!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“How did you survive the cold?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Wanda! Where’s your brother?!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“How'd you survive for so long?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“What happened to the rest?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Tell us something... anything!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
All those questions haunted them all the way to the police station. Some cried with happiness while others were simply anxious to see their families again.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The first to arrive were Wanda's parents, who hugged the brunette with so much love and support. Between tears and various affectionate words, they celebrated her return but also mourned the loss of Pietro.
Oleg said that they could talk about it later, that the important thing now was to go home.
Everyone's parents came for them, including Natasha and Alexei, the big man ran up and hugged Nat and Yelena like a huge protective bear.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Everyone was again surrounded by their loved ones, except Y/N and Jules who called home several times but no one came. Auntie Claire never left the house alone unless she was working.
The black-haired girl hung up the public phone and walked towards Y/N in that police station.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I tried it like six times.” Jules sighed and sat down next to Y/N, who was looking worriedly towards the door. Why was her aunt taking so long?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Me too, I called Claire and mom's house but got nothing.” Y/N sighed and slumped back in the seat. She looked around, noticing how Nat and her parents were approaching them.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Hello, girls. We were thinking… Do you want us to take you home?” Alexei offered with a warm look. Melina nodded quickly, delighted with the idea. They always adored those two, they were an odd couple but really good people.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Umh… we're actually hoping that-” Jules tried to say but then swallowed hard. “Actually, I would like to know… my mother is not answering the phone. Did mom say that she would come later or something?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
At that moment, the Maximoffs, who were also nearby, approached standing on one side of the Romanoff’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Everything's okay?” Oleg asked curiously, noticing how the girls were getting more and more nervous.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Mr. Maximoff… My aunt isn't answering the phone. Do you know if she will come?” Y/N stood up, looking at the man with concern. “I was thinking maybe you knew because you’re neighbors.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh, sweetie.” Mrs. Maximoff said with sadness, as did Natasha's parents. “Has no one told you?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You don't know yet?” Melina murmured worriedly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Tell us what?” Jules asked, raising an eyebrow, fearing the worst. “Please, tell us what?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh, girls.” Melina placed a hand on both of their shoulders and sighed. “I think you'd better come with us, okay?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I would like to stay, I don't want my mom to come and not see us here. She will freak out.” Jules said quickly, taking a step back. Of course, she could tell that they had some bad news to give them and she was completely refusing to receive it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Mama... What's wrong?” Natasha frowned, standing next to them.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Sweetie…” Melina started and then looked around the other parents, getting their approval. They deserved to understand why Claire hadn't arrived. They deserved the truth, maybe not in that way, but the girls didn't seem to accept leaving without an answer. “Claire had a heart attack some time ago.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“She died.” Iryna took courage when saying those words, feeling a deep sadness when she saw how tears formed in the eyes of those girls. “She had a heart attack when the plane crash happened. I’m so sorry.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Shaking her head, tears running down her cheeks, Y/N was not willing to hear that. Of course she wasn't going to accept it.
She wasn’t going to accept the death of the person who cared for her all her fucking life, after having seen suffering and death in the Canadian taiga.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“That's not true, she wouldn't leave us.” Y/N narrowed her eyes, taking a more defensive position due to the pain. Like a wounded animal.
Y/N just hugged Jules, who just started crying uncontrollably.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Feeling enormously sorry for them, their friends tried to comfort them and the adults just decided to give them the necessary space for it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You can come with us if you want.” Alexei offered them, hugging Y/N and Jules for some time. Claire and Melina had always been good friends, that's how she met Nat.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I- I don’t know.” Jules stammered through tears, she couldn't even speak. “I just want to know what happened. I just want my mom, I wanna go home-”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Please, at least for tonight. Come with us, okay?” Melina asked both of them, taking their hands.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You know that you count on us for whatever you need.” Iryna, Wanda's mother, offered with immense tenderness. Wanda nodded quickly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
After a moment, Jules nodded and took a step forward, realizing that her mother wasn't coming. Her mom passed away a long time ago and she just wanted to know why.
But unlike Jules, Y/N couldn't just leave it like that. The pain inside began to consume her, the rage and the anger that she felt against this world so difficult and destructive.
How is it possible? After suffering so much. This was messed up.
Y/N clenched her fists tightly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N?” Wanda noticed the tension in her girlfriend and approached her, taking Y/N’s fist in her hands. She didn't care that her parents saw it, Wanda loved that girl with all her heart. “Please, come with us.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Green eyes looked at Y/N's, and even though that connection was still there, something was broken in Y/N. And she knew something was off.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I just-” Unable to speak of what she felt or accept it, Y/N swallowed and moved away from her, letting go of the brunette's hand. “I have to get out of here.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N took a few steps back, ready to escape.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I’m coming with you.” Wanda followed her steps but Y/N got in the way, shaking her head.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“No.” She said quickly, noticing the disappointment in her girlfriend's eyes. And yet, despite that, Y/N decided to swallow hard and move on. “Stay with your family.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
She couldn't deal with all of this right now, she needed to find some way to escape. “Just… stay.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N walked away leaving the sokovian behind.
Leaving the police station, not knowing where to go, she just started walking without a destination. Not knowing that that moment would be a terrible break in her life, and in the lives of those who loved her.
NOW
ㅤㅤ
Lightning Crashes
ㅤㅤㅤ
The hospital doors opened, letting in a desperate woman looking for answers. Her eyes showed the uncertainty and desolation she felt.
The place was full of injured people, apparently there was a pretty serious accident nearby.
Wanda came after her, trying to keep up.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Excuse me? Excuse me!” y/n approached the receptionist, who seemed to be quite busy with all the cases coming in. “I’m looking for Julia Y/L/N. She works here, she's a doctor.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Excuse me, right now I can't-” The receptionist muttered trying to help many people at once, Y/N was about to lose her mind when a familiar voice made them turn around.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N? Come with me.” When she turned around, Y/N sighed, finally seeing a familiar face. Christine, one of Jules's coworkers in the hospital, took her arm and led them to another room.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N quickened the step, noticing the woman's hurry. “Christine, what's going on? They called me saying I should come-”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I know.” Christine stopped when they got out of the operating room. Wanda frowned, this was not a delivery room. It was the damn operating room. “We don’t have time so… Look, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I feel like I have to because she's my co-worker and a good friend, and I owe her so much.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Christine swallowed hard, trying to be strong. In a job like this, she had often been the bearer of bad news but she had never had a case so close to her.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“As you can see, there was a chain reaction crash, we have many injured.” The redhead took a cap and disposable scrub and handed it to her. “Jules and Natasha were there, a van crashed into their car when they were coming here because her water broke two hours ago.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Wanda covered her mouth, terrified.
But full of innocence, Y/N nodded and looked around her. “Okay, where are they?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N…” Wanda reached out to take her hand.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Christine cleared her throat, trying to be professional and not shed a tear. “Natasha... she died instantly.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Her face paled.
Wanda just tried to sit in the nearest chair, feeling horrible dizziness.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“What? No.” Shocked, it’s all Y/N could say. Tears filled her eyes. “No, that’s not possible. She's fine. She's going to be fine!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I know you're in shock right now and it hurts, but I need you to pay attention to what I'm going to tell you.” Christine put a hand on her shoulder. “Julia is injured, a piece of metal went through her shoulder, and she needs you to be present at the birth.” She sighed. “She doesn't want general anesthesia, so... please put this on and come with me.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
But Y/N just stood there, not knowing what to do. Her face pale, the ringing in the ears again. “I- I don’t know how to do it.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You're the only family she has right now. She needs you, she doesn't know that Natasha died.” Christine persisted, hoping Y/N would do it. “She’s having the baby, you must give her strength to stay with us. Okay?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Wanda approached and hugged her for a moment, showing her that she was not alone. “You can handle this, detka.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N just nodded quickly, like an innocent child without understanding anything that was happening around her. She put on those clothes and entered the room with Christine.
Swallowing, Y/N blinked as the lights from the operating room blinded her for a second. Several doctors were around Jules, who was already in labor.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You're dilated enough now, this baby is coming right now.” One of the doctors said.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I know, I can fucking feel it!” Jules grunted and narrowed her eyes, the pain was too much. Sweat and tears poured down her face, a bit bruised, but nothing serious for now.
Seeing Jules like that, Y/N left that state of shock to walk towards her and take her hand. “Hey, sis… are you ready to bring the little bee into this world?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Jules smiled a bit exhausted, squeezing Y/N’s hand gently. “Hey you… I'm ready to kill Strange when I get out of here.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Now, push!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Push, Jules.” Y/N looked at her and nodded, giving her all the strength she needed.
Jules took a deep breath, then pushed hard, squeezing her sister's hand. The pain is exponentially intolerable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh my god!” She screamed. Her jaw tensed as did every muscle in her body.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“It's going great, it's almost ready... Now it’s going to be harder, but we need it, okay? Push!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N stayed by her side every moment, smiling, crying, saying the most beautiful words of support.
Felt her hand about to break many times but she didn't care, feeling the pain as an ally to endure the moment.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You’re so brave, you know? This is really beautiful, Jules.” Y/N smiled tenderly and whispered in her ear. “You're doing great, I'm so proud of you. You’re going to be such a good mom.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The raven-haired girl nodded and took a deep breath, knowing she had to push again, but before reason came to her.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
You're going to be such a good mom.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N?” Eyes brimming with tears, Jules turned to look her in the eye. “Where's Natasha?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N didn't know what to say, just swallowed and cradled Jules's hand in hers, she didn't know anything. No one told her anything so that her condition wouldn't worsen, but how could Y/N hide something like that from her sister?
The heartbreaking silence caught them again like a wild beast.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N… Please tell me, where is Nat?” Jules pleaded with a shaky voice. This time, tears of sadness began to fall down her face.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N sniffled. “She… Natasha did not survive the crash. I'm sorry.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Jules brown eyes only expressed deep, heartbreaking sadness.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“No… God, no… She can't be dead, I still feel her here.” Jules begged and placed a hand on her chest; they both began to cry together before the loss.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The loss of a best friend and of a soulmate.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“PUSH!” The doctor's requests became more and more insistent, they were the last pushes.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
In a scream of pure pain, physical and especially emotional, the woman screamed, pushing harder than ever. Screamed because of the helplessness she felt, she screamed because of the injustice, she screamed because of her broken heart.
A heart that was beating wildly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I'm here with you, okay? You will never be alone. I love you.” Y/N reminded her over and over again, closing her eyes and giving Jules all the support in the world in that last push.
And after that, a hopeful cry made them both look at the doctor, who soon handed the little baby over to the nurse. After wrapping it in a blanket, Christine walked over to show the baby to them.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“It's a beautiful girl.” Christine said tenderly seeing how Jules smiled completely in love, excited, destroyed. That beautiful, reddish baby who moved her hands desperately seeking connection.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Look at her… You’re a mom now.” Y/N smiled and kissed her sister's forehead, watching her niece with enormous tenderness. “Baby bumblebee is a girl, look at her.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“She’s beautiful… kinda looking like a red potato tho.” Jules laughed and leaned down to kiss her little girl's forehead gently.
Jules closed her brown eyes for a moment, holding the baby against her chest so she could say some last words to her. That was it, all she needed.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
In soft whispers, she said the most beautiful things and the most beautiful promises that Y/N could have heard. And Y/N knew at that moment that this baby would never suffer the same that she suffered with her own mother.
Looking at that tiny adorably newborn, who now had their hearts forever.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N…” Jules barely whispered, feeling her muscles begin to lose strength. That was the sad cue to give the little one to Y/N to hold. “You have to take care of her…”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Sure I will. With you, with Wanda and Yelena... We will all do it together.” Y/N held the little girl in her arms and nodded. She didn't even know how to hold a baby, but she tried. It was such a small thing in her hands, how was it possible?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Jules swallowed and blinked rapidly, reaching out to take Y/N's arm. Her breathing seemed somewhat agitated, quite abnormal. “Y/N, look at me, promise me you'll take care of her.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I promise. I swear.” Y/N nodded, not quite understanding what it meant.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Smiling sadly but lovingly, Jules raised her hand to caress her sister's face. “You know I love you with all my heart, right? There’s no better person than you to do this… I'll be forever grateful.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Do what? What are you talking about?” Y/N frowned.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Tell my little girl that we love her, okay? Always remind her of that. Her moms will always take care of her.” The woman sighed, her eyes closing but she fought with all her might to stay awake for a few more seconds.
Please, God, just a few more seconds.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Shaking her head, Y/N approached her sister. “You will tell her, okay? Just stay awake.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
A screeching beep made Y/N jump, the little girl in her arms began to cry.
���ㅤㅤ
“Jules, what's going on?” She tried to keep Jules awake, but the paleness on her face worried her even more. “CHRISTINE, WHAT’S WRONG?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“She's losing a lot of blood!” Christine hurried over so she could see what was happening. Sure enough, blood loss from childbirth was to blame.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I'm feeling a little tired.” Jules muttered tiredly. “Remember you promised.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Please, don’t… don’t do this.” Y/N took her hand and began to cry, begging her to stay by her side. “Please, she needs you. I need you… You are all I have left. You're the only family I have left!” Y/N pleaded, sobbing.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I love you, Y/N/N. I'll always be with you.” She smiled at her one last time, finally allowing herself to rest.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Crying inconsolably, Y/N felt fear, anguish and desolation destroying her.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“She’s coding!”
ㅤㅤㅤ
One of the nurses came over to take the baby away, telling Y/N that they should take her out now.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Where are they taking the baby? No, tell me! where is she going?” Y/N screamed in despair.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N put their hands to their head, completely overwhelmed by everything that is happening around her. The sounds, the screams, the crying.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“No, no, no.” Y/N repeated over and over again, moving closer to Jules to try to wake her up, cup her face and talk to her.
One of the nurses reached out to pull Y/N away from her, but the woman struggled to hold on to her sister's body. It took three nurses to get her away from Jules, allowing them to start the defibrillator.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“One, two.” Christine ordered before placing the paddles on Julia's chest. “One, two.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N screamed inconsolably, seeing how they tried to save her sister's life but after several attempts, they only found that her heartbeat was no longer heard.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Come on, Julia! Stay with us!” Christine asked, trying many more times.
ㅤㅤㅤ
But after a few minutes, they stopped. She was gone.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Fuck!” The doctor tossed the paddles aside, completely heartbroken.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Lightning crashes, a new mother dies.
ㅤㅤㅤ
But the one who was heartbroken was Y/N, watching her sister's body, taking slow steps towards her.
But far from seeing that tender look, that adorable smile, she found just a pale and abandoned body.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Jules?” Y/N whimpered like a little girl, reaching out to take her hand. “Jules, no, please. Don’t leave me, please.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
She allowed herself to stay by Jules' side for a while, venting all her pain.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Time of death?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“04:30 AM”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Feeling like it was all a huge sadistic joke on the fucking universe.
Auntie Claire was gone, but she still had Jules. A beautiful part of her aunt had remained in her.
Now Jules was gone, and all that remained of her was this little girl.
Completely numb, she left that room with a lost look. What had to be done now? Where to go?
Y/N walked slowly down the hall, until Wanda finally saw her.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Detka? What is it?” The sokovian asked desperately. Those red eyes showed that she had been crying for a long time over the loss of Natasha. “Is Jules okay? Are they both okay?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Still looking blank, Y/N murmured: “She died.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“What? No!” Wanda shook her head, she couldn't believe all this.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“She died after giving birth.” Y/N swallowed. “I'm so sorry.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh my god.” Wanda burst into tears, holding on to the wall for a moment. “a-and the baby?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“It’s a girl. She’s at the baby nursery now.” Finally coming out of her shock at seeing Wanda suffer like that, she went over to hug her. So tightly, allowing both of them to cry together. “What the hell is going on?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
The hours passed, Y/N looked down, seeing her black coffee that she was holding in her hands.
Wanda was on the phone with Yelena and Natasha's parents to explain the situation to them. Of course it was one of the most difficult moments of her life.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“They’re going to fly from Ohio, going to the airport now.” Wanda sighed, walking over and putting her phone in her pocket. “Yelena was really pissed off, but I heard that Alexei was devastated. Melina too.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Gently, she took her girlfriend's arm and rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I'm sorry you have to go through all this.” Y/N murmured, drinking that coffee that didn't even seem to save her this time.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“You don't have to be sorry, they were my friends too. Our friends, our sisters.” Wanda sighed. “I love you, and I will always be by your side. I'll support you in everything.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N tilted her head to see Wanda and confirmed once more that this woman was the love of her life. That she had always been by her side, and she always would be.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“It's all so unfair, you know? How is it possible?” Y/N swallowed hard so she wouldn't sob again. “How is it possible that we survived so much to end up like this?! Is this karma for what we did?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“No, detka. Of course not.” Wanda cooed, hugging her.
ㅤㅤㅤ
A few minutes later, one of the nurses came out of the door and invited them inside. After agreeing to sign some papers and follow some steps, they approached the nursery ward, looking through that huge window at the adorable babies in their cribs.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N looked for the little girl somewhat worried, what if she wasn't there? Fear washed over her until she was finally able to recognize her, not far from them.
Wanda smiled as soon as she saw her.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“She’s a beautiful baby.” The nurse smiled, showing them the test results. Everything was okay, the baby girl was healthy. “What's the little girl's name?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
That question clearly affected Y/N deeply, she justtried not to get emotional again. Those eyes were tired from crying.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“They wanted to keep it as a surprise.” Wanda answered for her girlfriend, squeezing her arm in support. “They didn't get to tell us.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
The nurse nodded sadly and was about to leave until Y/N spoke.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Natalia.” Y/N whispered. “Because… because their names were Natasha and Julia… and… i-if you mix the names… I think Natalia sums it up pretty well.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
The nurse nodded, wrote down that name so she could put it on the bracelet that the baby would wear for the rest of the night. Natalia Romanoff Y/L/N.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Is it stupid?” Y/N whispered to Wanda, who just shook her head. “Do you think they would like it?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“It’s a beautiful name, detka.” The brunette kissed her cheek. “Do you know what it means?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N just shook her head, trying not to pout.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“It means ‘natale domini’, christmas day. A sweet name like Natalia will always remind her how loved she is, they'll love it.” Wanda hugged Y/N's, both watching that adorable baby. The nurse took Natalia in her arms and brought her closer so they could see her.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Oh, she was adorable even yawning.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I don't know how to do this.” Y/N confessed quietly, completely terrified but ready to face that huge monster called fear.
ㅤㅤㅤ
And by her side, Y/N had the most important woman in the world. Wanda looked at her with those green eyes full of love, swearing her loyalty forever. “I will help you, detka, everything will be fine. You can do this.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Desperate and tired, Y/N moved from one side to the other holding that baby of barely eight weeks. She spent nights without being able to sleep well, completely in despair.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Please, Natalia. Stop crying.” Y/N begged, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from exploding.
Little Natalia had been crying for a long time and nothing seemed to calm her down. Y/N was holding a bottle with the infant formula that the doctor recommended.
Y/N gently left the baby in the crib next to her favorite bear, but nothing happened. Natalia kept screaming even more, as if she was daring her lungs to explode.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“You don't want to eat, your diaper is clean! What the hell do you want?!” Y/N yelled so tiredly, but after a few seconds she started crying next to the baby. “What do you want from me?! I miss and need them too!” Y/N sobbed.They both shared that moment of pain.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Auntie Claire was gone.
Jules was gone.
Natasha was gone.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Now there was only that little baby left, that adorable little thing next to her and it wasn’t her fault for coming into a desolate world.
She was all Y/N had left of the people she loved the most. How not to be patient with that little bee? It wasn't her fault, and it wasn't Y/N's either.
She allowed herself to cry for a moment and then wiped away her tears, taking Natalia in her arms again. “Now it's just the two of us, okay? They screwed us like that, we have to deal with it.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N sighed.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Okay, let’s try something new…” Y/N walked to the window, looking around with the baby in her arms. She got a nice apartment some months ago. “Your grandma Claire used to sing this… she was such a fan, and your mama loved it too.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I hear your voice. It's like an angel sighin'. I have no choice, I hear your voice… feels like flying. I close my eyes, Oh God, I think I'm fallin'...” She sang softly, like a lullaby. “Like a child, you whisper softly to me. You're in control, just like a child now I'm dancing.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Incredibly, the little girl began to calm down little by little. That heartbreaking cry now turned into A curious look, those little hands trying to catch Y/N's face.
Y/N smiled seeing this great progress, encouraging herself to move a little like a little dance. “It's like a dream… No end and no beginning. You're here with me, Natalia, it's like a dream… cause when you call my name, it's like a little prayer.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone. I hear you call my name and it feels like home.” Natalia moved her hands excitedly, watching every movement of Y/N's lips, even gurgling.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“That’s it. You liked it, didn't you?” Finally achieving the first bond with the baby, Y/N let out a small laugh of happiness between tears. “I love you, Natalia… I will take care of you forever, even if I have to give my life for you.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
She kissed Nat’s forehead and continued rocking her for a while, noticing that now the girl was no longer trying to let go. She just relaxed in those soft arms, beginning to fall asleep until someone knocked on the door.
Y/N walked towards the door, meeting a worried Wanda on the other side.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I read your message, I came as soon as the twins left with Vision.” The brunette approached to kiss her then watched little Nat gurgling. “Everything's okay? What is it?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“That’s from the past, now we are at peace.” Y/N smiled and took the bottle to see if Natalia wanted to try it. After a few seconds, the little girl accepted. “She was crying and I didn't understand what she wanted.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I'm proud, Y/N.” Wanda smiled tenderly. She took off her jacket and walked Y/N to her bedroom.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Can you stay with me?” Y/N begged with cute eyes and an adorable pout. “With us?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Biting her lower lip, watching the love of her life rocking that baby slowly, Wanda just nodded, feeling a strange sensation of familiarity and peace inside her. “Of course, my love.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Fifteen minutes later, they were both lying on the bed, watching as Natalia drank her bottle happily cuddling between them.
ㅤㅤㅤ
"We've been waiting for you, now you are here.
More perfect than I imagined, our house is now a nest.
No matter where you go, sunlight shines on you.’
ㅤㅤㅤ
Surprising Y/N with her beautiful voice, Wanda smiled seeing that Natalia closed her cute eyes and relaxed with that lullaby, letting go of the bottle.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“That was beautiful.” Y/N whispered, lost in the beauty of her beloved.ㅤㅤ
Wanda smiled tenderly. “You are.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Wanda gently leaned in to give her a short kiss, trying not to disturb the little girl.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“So… How about we get a boat?” Y/N joked. Vision deposited the money into her bank account the day before, so everything was fine between them for now. “Mmm… no… College fund, right?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Wanda bit her lips, trying not to laugh. “Yes, college fund… And pay our bills.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“And put a down payment on a boat.” Y/N teased again, settling between the huge pillows. Wanda did the same, taking Y/N’s hand.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“We’re not getting a boat.” The sokovian whispered, closing her eyes a bit tired.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“But they're fun.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“They're expensive.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“You’re right.” Y/N grimaced and closed her eyes as well, feeling the exhaustion in her body overcome her little by little.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“College fund, pay our bills and some nice vacation on a beach.” Wanda smiled tenderly when she saw how Natalia was completely sleepy. “There's gotta be some fun in our lives.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I like that.” Y/N smiled sleepily. “I love you…”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Watching that adorable moment in front of her, Wanda knew that the answer to the question she was asking herself for a long time had already been answered.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I love you too, detka.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
But maybe it was time to go further. And although Y/N didn't know it, Wanda was ready to offer her to move in together. Why not?
“Okay, Natalia. Hold on tight.” Y/N said to the little girl as she adjusted the baby carrier on her chest. Little Natalia smiled tenderly and moved her little legs excited for her. “We're going on our first adventure.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
When little Natalia turned five months old, Wanda and Y/N found a nice place to live together.
Of course the twins were delighted with the idea, because having a little sister for them was something really important.
Wanda explained to them the importance of taking care of Natalia and making her their family. But the twins didn't need explanations, they loved the little redhead already.
ㅤㅤㅤ
And slowly, Y/N learned to be a responsible parent.
ㅤㅤㅤ
She learned that loss didn’t mean having to destroy everything around her, and making Wanda happy and giving Natalia a better life was all she wanted.
Y/N learned how to deal with diapers as well as crying at night, or also with paranoia and fear of losing the little girl.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Sometimes she stayed watching her for a long time, thinking about how much she resembled to them.
Natalia hated being around too many people and cheeky like Natasha, but she also was so warm like Jules.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Do you think she will like it?” Y/N asked the twins with some concern, showing them a small velvet box. A beautiful ring was waiting to be delivered to Wanda that night.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Little Natalia observed the ring with curiosity wanting to grab it so badly, with just a year she didn’t understand anything they said, but she could say things like: ‘Mamma' and 'mommy’.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“She will love it!” Billy grinned and Tommy nodded. They were both quite excited, and that made Y/N's heart beat faster. The twins have always been a great support.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Nodding, Y/N knew she had to take the biggest and most important step of her life.
And she did it, because the wedding was the most beautiful moment of their lives.
Wanda's tears of happiness and Y/N's huge happy smile showed it in the pictures.
ㅤㅤㅤ
And of course she missed Natasha and Jules a lot, but Y/N knew that wherever they were, they would be happy for them.
Y/N and Yelena formed a much stronger bond, completely unconditional in the absence of their sisters.
Both were clear that the important thing was also to give Natalia a beautiful family.
EIGHT YEARS LATER
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Natalia, your aunt Yelena is here!” Y/N's voice made the adorable redhead startle and leave her room, but not before grabbing her backpack.
Y/N and the blonde walked to the kitchen, where Wanda was baking some cookies.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“You better take care of her.” Y/N pointed at the blonde and sat down at the table to enjoy some cocoa and cookies. “If you're going to take her fishing in Alexei’s boat, don't let her fall. She's learning to swim.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“She will master it soon.” Yelena arched an amused brow and stole one of the cookies, taking a bite. Of course, Y/N's serious look made her add, “I'm just kidding with you, Y/N Y/L/N. We'll just visit my parents and fish in the boat for a little while. Talk about stuff… that’s it.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“We know.” Y/N kissed Yelena’s cheek, just to annoy her even more. “I just like to annoy you.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Ugh.” The blonde teased, wiping her cheek.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Here's something to eat, in case you don’t wanna buy something.” Wanda smiled when she saw them and took two lunch boxes and a box of fresh cookies. “Chicken paprikash, mac and cheese, your favorite I know, and cookies.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Wanda Maximoff, you are a sweetheart.” Yelena sighed exaggeratedly and leaned in to kiss her cheek, this time trying to annoy Y/N.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N just giggled and tossed her a small chocolate chip.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Okay, it's time. I'll call you as soon as we get there, okay?” Yelena said goodbye to both and walked towards the door. “Let’s go, Natalia!”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Coming!” An adorable eight-year-old girl ran down the stairs. She was a redhead, like Natasha and her eyes were light brown like Jules. Natalia was fierce, kinda sarcastic and brave, but also adorable, smart and kind.
ㅤㅤㅤ
The little girl approached Y/N, hugging her mother tight. “I’ll miss you, mom.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Smiling tenderly -and fighting not to turn into an overprotective bear- Y/N hugged her daughter for a moment. “Take good care of your aunt, okay? She’s crazy. Send some hugs to mama Melina and Alexei. Tell them we miss them.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Yes, mom!” Natalia smiled toothly. “I'm going with Auntie Yelena, I love you both!”
ㅤㅤㅤ
The little girl kissed Y/N's cheek and then ran to hug Wanda's waist, who kissed the little girl's forehead. “Be careful, okay? We love you, baby.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Yes, mama!”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Take care, kiddo!” Y/N got up to see how the girl ran towards the porch, meeting the blonde one. “Don't forget to call us, okay?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N remained watching the place, until Wanda hugged her from behind, snuggling up against her.
There was her little girl, ready to start a new adventure.
ㅤㅤㅤ
It didn't take long for them to decide to have another baby together. Wanda tried an IUI to become mothers and after one attempt, they miraculously managed to conceive a beautiful and healthy baby.
Y/N was quite nervous, fear and memories of her sister in the hospital haunted her, but little by little, Wanda made her understand that everything would be okay.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Nine months later, they both welcomed an adorable baby girl they named Luna Maximoff-Y/L/N.
The children were delighted, even though Natalia felt a bit insecure, when the tiny redhead saw her new sister she swore to take care of her forever. Forming an inseparable bond.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Smiling, seeing how Wanda held her little newborn daughter, singing a tender sokovian lullaby, Y/N knew that although life was sometimes hard, it also had happy and memorable moments.
This was more than a happy place. This was a family.
And she deserved it.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
And time passed, year after year, full of happiness.
Of course there were some complex moments, not everything in life is happy moments but always, there were always more beautiful than ugly moments in the lives of those women.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Wanda and Y/N had a beautiful marriage for almost forty years.
They saw their twins grow up and become good, kind and respectful men.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Natalia became an incredible, respectable, successful and loving woman. Of course she was a little rebellious at times like Natasha, but she also had responsible moments like Jules.
She met an adorable girl on a trip and fell madly in love.
Wanda and Y/N always reminded her that Nat and Jules were her real mothers and they always came to the cemetery to leave some flowers.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Luna was an adorable girl, she was like Wanda. Even with her brown hair and beautiful green eyes, Y/N told Luna that she was her little 'firecracker' because she had her adventurous spirit.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N lived the most beautiful years to the fullest, even when Wanda passed away two years before her, Y/N knew that together they had lived a beautiful life. And death, like loss, no longer affected her the same way.
That night, Y/N passed away sleeping and letting herself fall asleep, leaving in absolute peace.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
Opening her eyes slowly, Y/N felt like someone was poking her over and over again inviting her to wake up. “Hey, you.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
A male voice made her eyes widen. “Wake up, lazy ass!”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N got up quickly from the ground, looking moved at the boy in front of her. Pietro looked exactly as he was before the plane accident; his wild hair, those green eyes sparkled.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Finally!” He smiled.
She looked around her, it was a nice quiet place, like a warm spring afternoon. Though she had no idea where she was.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Without waiting any longer, Y/N hugged him tightly, closing her eyes. Saying over and over again how sorry she was, and how much she owed him. How thankful she was.
Year after year, the guilt over Pietro's death washed over her and she was finally letting it go.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Everything is okay, captain, all that is behind us.” Pietro hugged the girl and smiled tenderly.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Well, I'm getting a bit jealous over here, and you?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“A bit, yes.” This time it was Natasha, giving Jules a little nudge at her side. They looked exactly as she remembered them, so beautiful.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Nat?” With tears in her eyes, Y/N wasted no time in running to them and hugging them. “Jules!”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“What? Did you think you'd never see us again?” Jules teased, hugging her tightly. “Thank you for everything you did for our little girl.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“We are proud to see the woman she has become thanks to you and Wanda.” Natasha smiled and ruffled Y/N's hair.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“That little girl stole my heart from the first moment, I'm glad you are happy.” Y/N sniffled.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“We are really happy.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“I'm sorry you couldn't have-” Y/N tried to say but her friends just shook their heads.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“We were always there with you.” Jules smiled and put her hand on Y/N’s shoulder.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Closing her eyes for a second, Y/N got lost in that touch that felt so real to her. Wasn't she dreaming?
Suddenly her eyes widened, looking around her with excitement. “Wanda… where is she?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Natasha smiled. “First you must be sure of what you will choose.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N frowned. “What do you mean?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Do you want to stay or do you want to come with us?” This time Jules spoke, all of them began to walk down that path between the trees.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“You must leave all longing behind, you must first accept it.” Pietro nodded. Of course he was referring to her family, who were still alive.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N thought for a moment.
Her children would be fine, they were old enough to move on their own. It was her time to move on too.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“They'll be fine.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
With a smile, the three looked at each other and then stepped aside.
Behind them, Wanda was looking at her with a huge smile and a hopeful look.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Detka!”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Without further ado, they hugged each other again, stronger than ever. Their souls finally found each other, entwining once more. “Wands… I missed you, so bad.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N kissed her lips over and over again, desperate for having missed her so much.
Wanda smiled between kisses. “I missed you too.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
They held each other for a moment until Y/N felt how they were surrounded. Not only her friends, but also other people.
One of them made her let go of Wanda’s arms. Y/N felt that the time -if it existed there- stopped completely.
It had been a long time since she saw that girl.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Hey.” Sharon waved, smirking slightly.
Sharon, Helen, Carol, Kate and all the girls who died in that place were around her. This time not like a horrible and haunting nightmare, no. This time it was a welcome.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N blinked and waking up from the reverie, she violently approached her to stop in front of Sharon. She did nothing but feel her tears fall. “I'm sorry about everything. I didn't mean it to end like that, I'm so sorry. I spent all these years thinking about that, I didn't want you to die. I'm so sorry, Sharon.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
She finally cried, letting go of the guilt. Y/N carried Sharon's death for a long time.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Can you forgive me?” Y/N asked Sharon, taking her hand, but the blonde squeezed her hand as a clear answer.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Only if you can forgive us too.” Sharon nodded and just hugged her. “I never hated you, we were young and stupid. We made a lot of mistakes in a place that wasn't for us, but all that is behind us. This place is to rest... all those pains left behind.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
All of them hugged Y/N tightly, welcoming her to a whole new place. Where pain, revenge, violence was left behind.
One by one the whole team approached to join that hug. Like the first time, like that first time after winning the match.
If only that plane accident hadn't happened, oh that team would have been unstoppable.
ㅤㅤㅤ
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
ㅤㅤㅤ
They all cheered, happy, free.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Okay, move on from here.” Yelena growled. “We must move on, I'm sick of seeing you all even in the fucking heaven.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N turned to look at her, confused. “This is heaven?”
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Yeah, we don’t know? It's more like… a place made up of many heavens? Individual ones? Each of us can rest and lose ourselves in the moments we decide to remember.” Wanda explained, narrowing her eyes, some of the girls nodded. “We don’t need to understand, just… be here. Unless you are a very evil person, we don't know what happens there.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
“But if you're not evil... everyone gets a piece of paradise.” Jules smiled widely.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“We can visit others, but only soulmates can share the same place.” Natasha kissed her wife's cheek, hugging her.
ㅤㅤㅤ
“Ready to meet ours?” Wanda smiled and took the hand of the love of her life.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N inhaled deeply and then nodded. Finally smiling, ready to rest. “Yeah.”
ㅤㅤㅤ
Yup, this is the end. 🐝
I hope I didn't disappoint you.
And it was good for you. I know it has not much to do with the tv show -more than the plane crash and some stuff- and I'm happy with that.
Maybe there are some one shots later, explaining some moments. Pietro's death and everything...
So, thank you very much for reading me, it is always a delight to know that you are here with me. 🐝
the cutest and lovely BEES tags ✨ @kaiidth-wandika @yourfavunsub @pawiie @fanboy7794 @sunsol-22 @scarlettbitchx @arcturusseer @imnotasuperhero @chtte @lesbians-in-outer-space @starry-night17 @cristin-rjd @kenlymar @chtte @marvelogic @druggedduck @aliherreraaa @widowwaddles @gingiesworld @canyonyodeler smromanoff @romanoffomixam✨
166 notes
·
View notes
Text
[ i’ll be home for christmas ] m. mctavish
day ten of malia’s christmas fic marathon
paring : Mason McTavish x fem!reader
summary : Mason brings new girlfriend (Y/N) to dinner at his parents’ house for Christmas
warning(s) : none
author’s note : first time writing for mason so i hope it isn’t terrible
༺═──────────────═༻
The idea of going to Canada with Mason was exciting.
Now it’s just terrifying now that it’s reality.
They’ve only been dating for a handful of months but he has been wanting to introduce (Y/N) to his parents since they made everything official. It was a four month talking phase slash situationship then in September when he came back to Anaheim for the season, things were made official.
That’s how she ended up in a town near Ottawa on Christmas Day.
She currently sits in front of Mason’s childhood home. It’s the house the McTavish family moved into when they moved to Canada from Switzerland when Mason was eight. Her eyes are on the house as Mason turns the car off.
“What if they don’t like me?” she questions as she turns to look at her boyfriend. “Do they even know about me?”
Mason looks over at her when she asks the second question. “Yeah, they know about you,” he replies. “My brother knows too. He’s the one that let it slip to our parents that I was bringing you home for Christmas. I can tell you that they’re excited to meet you.”
She isn’t convinced.
(Y/N) knows she isn’t like the other girls that Mason has brought home. She knows she isn’t even like the girls he has dated in the past. She isn’t even a blonde haired, blue eyed Instagram model. She doesn’t have some cool job and she lives in a shoebox apartment that had a very small closet for a bedroom.
His parents aren’t going to think she’s right for him. Hell, they might even think she’s trying to use him for money.
She didn’t go through a four month situationship just for money.
“I just don’t think they’ll like me, Mase,” she repeats. She decides to voice her concerns. “I barely have enough money to survive. I’m not as beautiful as the other girls you’ve probably brought to dinner to meet them. I doubt they’ll think I’m right for you. They’ll hate me.”
Mason shakes his head and leans on the center console. Their eyes meet and Mason’s are soft, sincere. “I know you know that I don’t care about how much you make as a bartender,” he tells her. “You know I don’t care what your job is. You’re more gorgeous than any other girl I’ve brought home. Once they see how happy you make me and how in love with you I am, they’ll think you’re perfect for me.”
A pout forms on her lips and Mason traces her bottom lip when he reaches across the console. “I still don’t believe that,” she admits.
“If you feel uncomfortable at all, then let me know,” he says. “We’ll leave and go back to my apartment, okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
He smiles and kisses her pout. “Ready to meet my parents and brother?” he asks.
“No, but let’s go,” she replies. “Hopefully they drink wine because that’s the only gift I brought for them.”
Mason laughs, “I promise they like wine. They’ve always liked wine. It’s okay.”
Again, she isn’t convinced.
Ready or not, (Y/N) grabs the gift bag that contains the bottle of red wine that she bought for Mason’s parents and gets out of the car. She walks around the car and grabs her boyfriend’s hand with her free hand.
Together, they walk up to the front door. The cold wind hits her in the face and whips through her brown hair. It’s so cold and there’s snow on the ground. Two things that an Anaheim born girl is not used to. She’s very much out of her comfort zone right now.
Mason knocks a few times on the door before he opens it. He walks inside and pulls his girlfriend in behind him.
“Hello?” he calls out. “We’re here.”
Mason’s older brother comes running into the foyer from the living room as they take their coats off. “Oh my God,” he gasps. “She’s real. I didn’t think she was real.”
A couple comes into the foyer right after his brother says something. Definitely Mason’s parents. The four of them all look so similar. “Mason,” his mother says. “It’s about time we got to meet her. She’s beautiful.”
“Hi,” (Y/N) says. “I, um, have a gift for you. Mason told me you guys really like wine so here’s a bottle. I’m not sure what kind of wine but it’s I’m a red wine drinker so I got you guys my favorite.”
Mrs. McTavish smiles and takes the bag from her. “That is so sweet of you,” she says when the bag is in her hand. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”
(Y/N) takes a step back and stands against Mason’s side. “It felt weird to not bring something,” she admits. “Hope you like it.”
“Come in,” Mr. McTavish says. “Get comfortable. I’ll pour us glasses of wine while dinner finishes up in the oven.”
Mason’s parents walk into the kitchen. His brother follows them while Mason guides (Y/N) into the living room.
They take a seat on the couch and Mason scoots closer to his girlfriend. He drapes an arm around her shoulders. She looks up at him and settles against his side. “Feel any better yet?” he asks.
“A little,” she sighs. “Ask me when we leave.”
Mason’s family walk into the living room. (Y/N) is handed a glass of wine, and so is Mason. She forgets that he only needs to be 18 to drink in Canada so his parents are okay with their 20-year-old son drinking a glass of wine in the house.
His brother sits with them on the couch while his parents sit adjacent to them on the loveseat. “So, how did you meet Mason?” Mrs. McTavish asks.
“His friends introduced us earlier this year at the end of the season,” she tells them. “We became friends then a few months ago when he came back to Anaheim for this season, he asked me to be his girlfriend and the rest is history.”
“So you’re from Anaheim then?” Mason’s dad questions.
She sips her wine and nods in response until she swallows the sip. “Born and raised,” she tells them. “I’ve lived there all 21 years I’ve been alive. Went to school at UCLA too. I’ve lived in California my whole life.”
His parents get into how Mason was born in Switzerland and how they moved back to Canada when he was eight. She pretends to listen because she heard all of this from Mason himself when they started talking in May. Mason even chimes in a couple of times.
Dinner is ready soon after, followed by dessert. (Y/N) tells them about her life and what she does for work at the moment. She tells them about her future plans to go into education one day and teach at a middle school or high school.
They seem very impressed.
“Glad to see you found a girl who knows what she wants, Mason,” his mother says to him. “Goals are a great thing to have. I hope you can go into education, (Y/N).”
She smiles and looks up at Mason.
Maybe she’s convinced now that his parents like her.
Her nerves got the best of her, and a past of dating multiple guys whose parents didn’t like her. She’s glad that Mason’s parents actually like her though. She sees Mason in her life until she dies.
She isn’t like the other girls Mason’s brought home, but that doesn’t mean that his parents wouldn’t like her. They absolutely do.
“Thank you both for coming,” Mr. McTavish says while (Y/N) and Mason gather their things to head back to his apartment a few miles away. “(Y/N), you’re welcome here any time.”
“Thank you for having me, Mr. and Mrs. McTavish,” she replies.
His mother pulls her into a hug. “That’s Dale and Christine to you,” she tells (Y/N) with a laugh. “Maybe we‘ll come see you and Mason down in Anaheim one day.”
“We’d really like that,” Mason says. “Maybe we’ll come by in the morning before we head back to California.”
“Of course,” Dale says. “See you both soon.”
They head back to Mason’s car and (Y/N) is giddy with happiness. Mason notices because he asks, “Good visit?”
She looks at him and wraps her arms around his shoulders. She might be slightly tipsy from the wine she has consumed over the last few hours. “Best visit,” she replies. “I love your family.”
“They love you too,” he tells her. “My mom was so happy to talk to you. My dad was so interested in how you became a hockey fan. They adore you, (Y/N). Just like I said they would.”
“Can we come home for Christmas every year?” she asks as she gets into the car. “I mean, your home. Canada.”
Mason smiles and says, “We can come home for Christmas every year.”
Home. Canada might be her second home at this point. She better get used to the snow and cold wind.
༺═──────────────═༻
MAIN MASTERLIST
have a request ? check out the guidelines !
wanna be added to the taglist ? fill out this form !
taglist : @dasiysthings
#hockey imagines#hockey imagine#hockey fanfiction#hockey fic#hockey oneshot#hockey blurb#nhl imagines#nhl imagine#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#nhl oneshot#nhl blurb#mason mctavish#mason mctavish x reader#mason mctavish fluff#malia’s christmas marathon
113 notes
·
View notes
Text
Eagles - Revisited
(a train journey across Canada in the months before the pandemic)
For Maria
“I reckon they’re eagles!” That’s Tim. He’s excited. The dining car is full of people and it’s loud. For some reason, if you put a lot of humans into a confined space they will yell at each other. Around our table there’s Tim, he’s a retired London detective, there’s a teacher from Newfoundland, an Australian and me. We’re somewhere in the Rockies of Canada and Tim thinks he sees eagles. Tim also thinks I ‘know things’, so I’m not totally convinced he’s seen eagles.
“Where?” That’s the Australian. Her accent is a brutal drawl, like the sawing of a blunt serrated knife across the back of the hand.
“There! They’re big birds.” He’s pointing, very excited now.
I can’t see anything but I decide I need to contribute something anyway, “But are they real?”
Retired London detectives don’t much care for nonsense.
“Of course they are!” Tim snaps back at me.
Perhaps coming to my defence, the Australian decides to take him down.
“They’re not eagles … I reckon they’re crows.”
Tim’s hurt “They are!” The level of his indignation easily exceeds the pointlessness of the conversation and so the farce begins.
I tune out. A mind is a wonderful place if you can tame it … but good luck with that.
Suddenly I’m brought back – “He ‘knows things’ you know.” Tim’s making a public declaration and all eyes are on me.
“Whadda ya mean?” The Australian is sceptical.
“He ‘knows things’ I tell you!” Tim is my biggest supporter.
“Like what?” The Australian picks up the scent.
Now Tim has to prove I ‘know things’ … I hope it doesn’t go to a Senate Committee.
“Well, he knew how old I was.”
It’s true. Tim had asked me, “How old do you think I am?”
I didn’t hesitate - “71.” My immediate reply stunned him.
“How did you know that?”
“I just do.”
Magicians don’t show their audience the secrets of their tricks, do they? But okay, in a previous conversation Tim had told me the year he’d joined the ‘force’ and I had then enquired about his age on joining … mathematics is also a wonderful thing.
But the Australian isn’t going to accept this flimsy story as evidence of my “knowing things”. She wants more proof. I expected that. Their entire culture was built on a challenge to authority. So perhaps I do ‘know things’ after all.
“Okay, whadda ‘bout this?” the Australian begins. Now it’s the big test for me. I’m feeling fit, I’ve been in training for months and my fighting weight is perfect.
The Australian continues “We were at a talk last night, in the observation car, about agriculture in Alberta.”
Tim nods “It was good.” I love his optimism.
“You weren’t there were you?” The Australian would have done well during the McCarthy era communist ‘witch hunts’ of the 1950’s.
“No.” I almost laugh. Of course not, I was someplace else on the train, enjoying my somewhat tamed mind.
“Okay then, tell us … how much do you think a combined harvester costs?”
I don’t hesitate “Between $400,000 and $500,000.”
The look of disappointment on the Australian’s face is kind of funny. Tim, on the other hand, is gleeful to be proven right after suffering such a bad loss over the eagles.
“See, I told you!”
The Australian narrows her eyes. She smells a rat. “You were there weren’t you?”
“He wasn’t!” That’s Tim, he’s still my biggest supporter.
“No, I wasn’t there.” I confirm.
“Tell him!” Tim is going in for the kill.
“$450,000 ...” Her voice trails off. The Australian doesn’t like being wrong.
So the wonders appear to continue but there’s no mystery here either. I live in a rural community and I have an inquisitive mind. One day I had asked myself “I wonder what a combined harvester costs?” You’ve probably asked yourself the same question at one time or another.
For the rest of the journey I wear the aura of a man who ‘knows things’. It’s an enigmatic position to take in life. In part, you are ‘messiah’. You walk the corridors of the train surrounded by a spectral glow, robes flowing, your hands outstretched offering benedictions and people whisper “he ‘knows things’ you know.” On the other hand, being ‘messianic’ is a lonely business but I don’t mind, I have my somewhat tamed mind for company.
Of course I made the ‘messiah’ bit up. I have a wish that life could be just a little more absurd than it already is. In truth, only Tim thinks I know things. The Australian thinks she’s been tricked and everyone else on the train couldn’t care less, which is how I like it.
Later … days later our train pulls into Toronto. My hotel is only 100 metres from the station so I linger in the compartment, packing, dreaming.
When I finally get to the baggage carousel I’m surprised to see Tim. He has his back to me. There is a younger man with him and they have the body language of two people who know each other well. Both are English and it’s obvious the younger guy was also on the train, judging by the baggage labels on his luggage. But this is the first time I’ve seen them together, which I find strange.
Then Tim reacts. I presume the hairs on the back of his neck have suddenly stood on end because he turns. Maybe that’s how he became a detective in the first place – he has good instincts.
Tim recognizes me and completely fails to disguise the look of alarm in his eyes.
There’s something about the younger man … and then comes that feeling, like the fitting of the final piece in a jigsaw, and I understand.
We all have things we feel we need to hide. Mostly the world isn’t looking but if you happen to end up on a train with someone who ‘knows things’, it’s very hard to escape the truth … some people just ‘know things’.
Tim hurriedly looks away.
I’m sorry to have unsettled him and all I really want to say now is “Tim, eagles are real”.
- One Kindred Spirit
75 notes
·
View notes
Text
Religion and the conflict- an excuse for antisemitism
Many users seem to use everyone's interest in the conflict to spread misinformation and antisemitic beliefs.
Antisemitism today is being rebranded as antizionism.
Zionism is simply the notion that the Jewish people should have a state of their own, in Zion (AKA the historical and religious name for Israel).
Debunking some common musconcepti0ons about Zionism
-It's not a new movement- This concept has been around ever since the Jewish people were first expelled from Israel.
Jews have tried to immigrate to Israel ever since and were often met with refusal.
They were then sent back against their will to nearby territories such as Cyprus.
But I’m not antisemitic, I’m just anti Israeli
-Antisemitic hate crimes rates have gone up globally:
from slurs, genocidal chants and violence in American college campuses, to hate crimes and violence spiking across Europe…
Take London for an example - there’s currently a 1,350% spike in antisemitism.
People are killed for being Jewish. Swastikas are drawn, and the hashtag “Hitler was right” is trending all over social media.
You can’t deny that chanting “gas the Jews” in protests in antisemitic…
It's not like what happened in Canada & the USA
-Treatment of Palestinians after the founding of the state of Israel:
To better understand the situation, you'll need to understand the difference between Palestinian territories outside of Israel, Palestinian territories inside Israel, and Israeli territories.
-Palestinians living in Palestinian territories Outside of Israel (The Gaza Strip) are governed by Hamas.
-Palestinians living in Palestinian territories within Israel are governed by the Palestinian Authority and not Israel.
*For further reading, you can read about the differences between A, B, and C zones.
-Arabic Muslims and Arabic Christians living within Israeli territories have the exact same rights as Jewish Israelis.
There are many "mixed" cities in which Arabic people and Jewish people live peacefully, it's a nonissue.
Israeli people are European settlers \ white colonizers
Are they all white?
I can't believe I have to write this, but contrary to popular belief, not all Jews are white, just like not all Christians are white ...
Stop being ignorant: there are Jewish People from Asian, Arab, and African countries.
Please stop telling Arabic\African Jews to go back to Europe, You are embarrassing yourself.
The reason why there aren't a lot of them in those countries right now is that they were either killed or forced to leave them (often without any of their possessions) after years of discrimination and violence.
*Are they collonsiers?
The Jewish people are indigenous to the land of Israel. There is much historical, and archeological evidence for that.
There is evidence that supports that the Jewish people have been here for thousands of years.
The Jewish people all originated from Israel, and are an Ethnic group that originated from Israel.
How can we be colonizers on our own land?
Most of the land of Israel was either given by the British mandate or purchased legally.
Obviously, some land was occupied- but that was during wars that were forced on Israel, after many terror attacks.
-Many of the people claiming Israeli people are colonizers, are
European, American, or Canadian....
AKA the biggest colonizers in history, who have 0 connection to the land they occupied.
While Israel was a British colony until 1948-and Unlike popular belief, the conflict doesn't start there. That's what Hamas wants you to think.
Your favorite Maps are a lie
They won't tell you about the Balfour declaration in 1917, the 1936 Peel Commission, or the 1947 UN partition plan which the Palestinian people rejected.
Do you know what followed that rejection?
Foreign armies from Syria, Iraq, Egypt, Lebanon, and Saudi Arabia attacked.
Many peace accords including the 1993 Oslo Accords (which since then were violated by the Palestinians)- were all initiated by Israel.
Not one of the wars in Israeli history was initiated by Israel.
* Besides the occupation of the Golan Heights and the Sinai Peninsula**
Most of the lands that make up Israel were either given by the British after their mandate over the country had ended or purchased legally*.
*Besides the Golan Heights and the Sinai Peninsula**.
**The Sinai peninsula was returned completely to Egypt in 1982. as part of the 1977 peace accords between Egypt and Israel.
Further context and more information:
I suggest you read about the Suez Crisis \ The Sinai War of 1956, The Egypt- Israel Peace Accords, the Oslo Accords, the British mandate over Israel (especially the end of it), and different UN decisions made in the years before the founding of Israel.
#israel#israeli#jewish#jewblr#טאמבלר ישראלי#politics#human rights#Gaza#Gaza strip#Hamas is Isis#bring them back#bring them home
60 notes
·
View notes
Note
Do you have some unhinged HC to share?
also I hope you're doing well
Yeah, sure! I'm adding more of the other operators because actually playing the game has caused deep emotional attachment to them
--
Shepherd is actually Graves' father, through some fuckery. (Sidenote, this was my headcanon first, I just don't do Graves-centered content to have used it first)
Rodolfo is MEAN when overstimulated. He will have whoever he's talking to in tears for just the simple mistake of breathing in his direction when he's overstimulated. (Alejandro and Gaz are the exceptions, but the "breathe wrong in their direction" applies to them. Soap got snapped at for looking at Gaz in a "mean way")
Rodolfo gets upset when Alejandro isn't jealous and possessive over him because it makes him feel wanted, but it's cool because Alejandro is fairly jealous and possessive naturally
This does mean that if Alejandro has any slightly less dramatic reaction to anyone flirting with Rudy, Rudy gets pretty upset
Soap locked another authority figure in a trunk and everyone lost their minds when Price just goes "AGAIN, MACTAVISH?!"
Soap is "Mactavish" when Price is irritated at him
I know everyone jokes that Gaz is the one trying to be Price's son, but they're wrong. Price regularly tries to pass adoption papers off as other things and Gaz has had to start reading fine print before just blindly signing anything
"Can I call you my son?" "You can for ONE event, though I uh... have some concerns that no one will believe I'm your son." "What ever could you mean by that??? We have the same jawline!"
Speaking of, Gaz is BRITISH! I see headcanons a lot that he and Farah bully Alex by making him eat spicy food, but most headcanon Alex from Texas, and I'm not going to pretend Texas's food is to the same level of spice as a lot of real POC food, but it's more spicy than fucking British food. (I lived in Texas and there is not a damn thing you could call fucking "mild")
So, anyway, Gaz is the one who can't eat spicy food. Alex has no spice meter, he just knows what's really spicy, so Gaz has to warily eat anything Alex considers "mild"
Farah tries to joke around about Alejandro and Rudy in Arabic, but Rudy and Ale had to learn because of the cartel's involvement with AQ and their expansion to Al Mazrah, so she was very shocked when they just started responding back
Alex and Gaz get EVEN MORE shit for their Arabic sucking
MILA MY DARLING
She and Roze stayed in touch long after Roze left, and they regularly meet up with Oz and Velikan and gossip about the bullshit Graves is doing now. Arthur occasionally shows up but they can't tell Graves about it
Graves is not invited, he's very deeply upset about it
My Canadian friend joked that Alberta is just the Texas of Canada, so Reyes and Alex are friends now, I have decided
They compare workout routines and talk about neither actually having any sort of facial hair routine, Price hates them both
"Oh joy, there's another fuckin one of you-" Price to Alex
Reyes flirted with Gaz before knowing he and Alex were together and Gaz went dark red, but only because he realised he has a type.
Kortac has their own discord, which now includes the Shadow Company members
Alex and Ghost have dog playdates for Riley and Syd, Gaz and Soap (the cat people) stay inside.
Price pretends not to like Riley and Syd, but many times has everyone came back to both dogs asleep on him
Graves was allowed to stay in the other discord, purely because they make fun of him, but as soon as Kortac was discovered to have their own, he was kicked
Both servers regularly raid the other
Valeria was taunting Ghost and Alejandro with "you wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" and Alejandro said "no. But she will" and gestured to Farah who proceeded to rock her shit
Chuy hates Valeria, but he also hates Alejandro for letting her escape to Al Mazrah and making her his problem again
--
Not doing taglists for this one since it's more silly
#Johnny Soap Mactavish#Simon Ghost Riley#Rodolfo Parra#Alejandro Vargas#John Price#Kyle Gaz Garrick#Phillip Graves#Valeria Garza#Farah Karim#Malika COD#Alex Keller#Kate Laswell#Call Of Duty Modern Warfare II#Call of Duty#Gary Roach Sanderson#headcanons#queue for dinner again hunny?#mila cod#roze cod#oz cod#velikan cod#chuy cod#aledolfo#gazalex
113 notes
·
View notes
Note
The idea behind a boycott truly seems lost on some. Percy Jackson and the Olympians was watched 13.3 million times since it's release, what, a couple days ago? It's on Disney+ aka the Pressure list on BDS, the author wrote a stupid blog post after 10/7 saying there are "two sides" to the issue, and many people who worked on the show are Zionists. What happened to the good ol' days of pirating? It's all Free Palestine until a show you want drops, huh? And from an author who has never written Arab/Muslim characters well.
I was reading a post on X recently about how someone had to tell her friends to boycott Starbucks because they didn't know it was one of the major companies that so many creators decided to start with because they were the most direct and influential (alongside McD's and Disney). Her friends were happy to do so, it's just they were 'unaware.'
This person also argued that unless you're "chronically online," you wouldn't know about what is happening, and depending on the media you are consuming (especially if it's mainstream western sources because we know they weave a VERY and vastly different story about what is happening in Palestine). I can understand a fraction of what she is saying, while at the same time I think this automatically reveals the willful ignorance that permeates our societies. How so many people can 'turn off,' and not engage or at least not know about what is going on across the globe based on many factors (which includes their governments and censorship -like in Canada it's hard to access videos on the ground in Palestine on Instagram unless you see it on X or Facebook or use a VPN, otherwise we/I can't access Eyes on Palestine on Instagram), is all very confounding to me. Because even without being 'online,' I do believe it's our responsibility to know, at bare minimum, what is happening.
I think at the crux of this (and these are just my opinions of course) is that many people in the global north, firstly, don't want to unpack their complicity in imperialistic and colonialist structures of violence in the global south because of their degree of consumerism (how the systems set up -and how so much of how we live depends on the mass hyper-exploitation of people 'elsewhere' where 'we don't have to see.'). So that in itself is something I think of when I see that there are people who either refuse to boycott big tech or industries that align or support genocidal regimes and powers, extensively so -because that would mean getting uncomfortable, being reflexive, demanding changes from these despicable companies (like refusing to buy from them until the are ethical and sustainable beyond paper), and overall changing your habits. And I don't mean shaming working class/poor people to stop shopping at major conglomerates to buy their groceries because that's not fair -not everyone can afford to buy local and go to farmer's markets. I'm talking about the excessive aspects of capitalism. Or watching/viewing content from places like Disney because they have the privilege to 'look away.'
We all know that if no one consumed a damn thing from these companies, that they'd change their tune very quickly, and it's just frustrating and beyond tragic to see Disney thrive despite how evil that corporation is, and only recently became 'inclusive,' but even so there's many stories and voices they leave out, or don't do justice. I hear you. I know what you mean, and seeing it is disappointing. Because even if you wanted to see those fucking films or series -yes there are OTHER means, but the fact that people will pay to see it and subscribe to it is just frustrating.
As always, boycott Disney.
#feminist#feminism#social justice#free palestine#freepalastine🇵🇸#palestine#free gaza#boycotting#boycott disney#boycott mcdonalds#boycott israel#bds movement#boycott divest sanction#boycott starbucks#western imperialism#us imperialism
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
THINGS YOU CAN DO TO SUPPORT PALESTINE, WHERE TO GET NEWS AND WHAT ISREAL HAS DONE
(This is on-going and I will continuously add things as time goes)
also please be careful about what to trust. There is always fake info flying around and with topics like these it’s always difficult to tell
VERY IMPORTANT POST WITH LOTS OF LINKS TO HELP. PLEASE CHECK IT OUT
Thread from Twitter of pro-palestine brands
https://twitter.com/search?q=Isreal%20barcode&src=typed_query
Helping
Spread awareness: go to all your social media accounts and share what’s going on in Gaza. Don’t just share stuff on your main too. Do it everywhere. Tell others in your life about it. Do whatever you can. It may seem like everyone is already informed at first, but really that’s not the case. The NCCM has witnessed a 1000% increase in anti-palestinian and islamophobic incidents. https://www.palestinecentral.ca/resources/ongoing-incidents Isreal is openly admitting that they are committing a genocide. They are calling palestinians “human animals”. This is a crime against humanity and we need everyone to know.
Go to protests: there are TONS of protests happening all around the world. If you find one near you, go there. Every person present counts. Just look at all the protests that have been happening in just one weekend https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/e/2PACX-1vQk4CGe89kEnBy05Fqz7IhtJ-H9ENhe-dtFfJ4qdiVTvPnos5sO4KP4IDpFEbXotKqKIJUT4AgNwWF-/pubhtml
Demand immediate ceasefire from your mps: send emails to the political representatives in your area demanding ceasefire. If you live in Canada, please use this link- it automatically sends an email to all mps. https://www.palestinecentral.ca/action-alerts/ceasefire
Boycotting: Boycott companies that support isreal: stop buying products from companies that support isreal. The BNC calls for a targeted boycott. Learn more here: https://bdsmovement.net/get-involved/what-to-boycott also here are some authors who support isreal+some that support palestine https://www.tumblr.com/aphroditesmoon/732598764797313024/to-the-people-who-follow-me-for-my-book-content
Barcodes: Don’t buy products with a barcode that starts with 729/871. This means that the products are from Isreal.
Sign this petition: https://chng.it/hTNxdFYDjp
Donate: since palestine is cut off from the rest of the world as of now, donations cannot immediately help people. HOWEVER, when palestine can connect with the rest of the world again, these funds can help a lot.
Click on this website: if you can’t donate yourself, please visit this website and click once a day on the support Palestine button. With each click the website donates money to support the thing you click for. https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/
Buy e-sims and help Palestine get back online: https://www.tumblr.com/stil-lindigo/732649047487299584/quick-reminder-that-besides-calling-for-a
Staying informed
News sites
instagram
Social media accounts of people from Palestine updating everyone on the situation
Instagram:
eid_yara
byplestia
motazazaizagaza
wael_eldahdouh
alijadallah66
abdallah_alattar1999
mohamed.h.masri
Twitter
MuhammadSmiry
Hind Khoudary
Free e-Books about the isreal/palestine
Stuff Isreal has done
The ten stages of genocide and how isreal checks all boxes https://www.tumblr.com/strangeracrossthestreet/732006087413350400/letstalkpalestine
Isreal harvests organs of Palestinians without their (family’s) consent: https://www.tumblr.com/storiesfromgaza/732651083902697472/hi-everyone-yesterday-i-shared-here-a-series-of
Palestine families were promised safety of their babies but found them all dead when they came back https://www.tumblr.com/sayruq/735269646480097280/tw-death-child-death-mass-murder-corpses
one of the prisoners isreal has released and what “crime” she committed https://www.tumblr.com/opencommunion/734893922512470016/ben-gvir-told-the-cops-to-try-to-prevent-freed
Talking about the apartheid
Apparently making TikTok’s celebrating the genocide in Gaza??? (what the fuck)
Also here’s a video I found showing the situation at the end of october 2023 (around the time I posted this).
And would you look at that. Isreal comes out and says that the hospital where all these people seek shelter is a headquarter of the Hamas.
If there is anything else I can add, please let me know
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
GMA's Will Reeve and Prince Harry: Full transcript (per the DM) by u/Von_und_zu_
GMA's Will Reeve and Prince Harry: Full transcript (per the DM)
For anyone who wishes to avoid hearing his voice....From the DM article entitled: Prince Harry says he has 'other trips' to Britain planned after telling US TV he 'loves his family' and hopes King Charles' cancer diagnosis has a 'reunifying effect'.
FYI - his "other trips" include a trip in May for a service at St Paul's for 10th anniversary of Invictus. Seems to me like an event designed specifically as royal cosplay. He says: I will stop in and see my family as much as I can.'" Will they receive him?
https://ift.tt/6mYNXBZ
Reeve: 'How did you get the news that the King was ill?
Prince Harry: 'I spoke to him.'
Reeve: 'And what did you do next?
Harry: 'I jumped on a plane and went to go and see him as soon as I could.'
Reeve: 'How was that visit for you, emotionally?'
Harry: 'Um, look, I love my family. The fact that I was able to get on a plane and go and see him and spend any time with him, I'm grateful for that.'
Reeve: 'What's sort of your outlook on his health?
Harry: 'That stays between me and him.'
Reeve: 'An illness in the family can have a galvanizing or sort of reunifying effect for a family. Is that possible in this case?'
Harry: 'Absolutely. Yeah, I'm sure. Throughout all these families I see it on a day-to-day basis, again, the strength of the family unit coming together. I think any illness, any sickness brings families together. I see it time and time again, and that makes me very happy.'
Reeve: 'Just physically being in California, how have you processed the fact that there's so much happening back with your family and where you come from?'
Harry: 'I have my own family, as we all do, right? My family and my life in California is as it is. I have got other trips planned that would take me through the UK or back to the UK. I will stop in and see my family as much as I can.'
Reeve: 'That's my next question, right, your family. How is Harry the dad?'
Harry: 'How's what?
Reeve: 'How's Harry the dad?'
Harry: 'I can't tell you.'
Reeve: 'That's top secret? Really? Making lunches.'
Harry: 'It's top secret. No, the kids are doing great. The kids are growing up like all kids do, very very fast. They have both got an incredible sense of humour and make us laugh and keep us grounded every single day, like most kids do. So I'm just very grateful to be a dad.'
Reeve: 'How are you enjoying your time living in the US.'
Harry: 'It's amazing. I love every single day.'
Reeve: 'Do you feel American?'
Harry: 'Er, do I feel American? No. I don't know how I feel.'
Reeve: 'Would you think about becoming a citizen?
Harry: 'I have considered it, yeah.'
Reeve: 'Yeah? What would stop you from doing it?'
Harry: 'I have no idea. I'm here standing here next to this with these guys. American citizenship is a thought that has crossed my mind but certainly not something that's a high priority for me right now.'
Reeve: 'Aside from Invictus, what's keeping you busy when you're out of the house?'
Harry: 'Everything. Everything in the house, everything outside the house. The mission continues. Every element of the work continues. Before you know it, February next year, this time of the year, this time we're gonna be right here doing all this again. Hopefully you'll be here. And we're going to have the whole of Whistler and hopefully the whole of Canada screaming these guys on for an epic games.'
post link: https://ift.tt/t0C4Khp
author: Von_und_zu_
submitted: February 16, 2024 at 08:16PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit
#SaintMeghanMarkle#harry and meghan#meghan markle#prince harry#fucking grifters#Worldwide Privacy Tour#Instagram loving bitch wife#Backgrid#voetsek meghan#walmart wallis#markled#archewell#archewell foundation#megxit#duke and duchess of sussex#duke of sussex#duchess of sussex#doria ragland#rent a royal#clevr#clevr blends#lemonada media#archetypes#archetypes with meghan#invictus#invictus games#Sussex#Von_und_zu_
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
the safety zone (jhs) 1/?
summary: it's been exactly 15 years since you saw jung hoseok, your brother's high school best friend and the one who's virginity you took; you don't expect to have anything in common with him least of all a list of things like: living in the same city, enjoying sex (some might say a little too much... judgemental bastards), music, and fashion (amongst so many other things). you definitely don't expect a friendship to bloom or how complicated that friendship could be.
pairing: jung hoseok x f! reader (with background jeon jungkook x the same reader)
genre: the big three: (eventual) smut, fluff, and angst
au: brothers best friend, friends to lovers, based off the movie sleeping with other people, aged up characters (everyone is in their thirties)
rating: 18+
word count: 2.6k
warnings: another fic taking place in canada (this time ontario...which sort of needs a warning), slight mention of anxiety about returning to the town you grew up in, also anxiety over driving, talk of virginity (it's a social construct and absolutely stupid!!), drinking, legal drug use (marijuana), high school reunions (*shudders*), discussion of teenage sex, indigo namjoon and this fucking devastating hoseok
author’s note: oh look griddle has decided to start another drabble series!! this time for our dear jung hoseok because fucking hell i miss him already. i watched sleeping with other people today and i have been wanting to write a hoseok romance (heat waves pt2 is coming don't worry), so this idea slid into my head and then i decided to make it a drabble series and here we are. some of the chapters might just be texting or phone calls, some of it might actually be things that happen, some of them will just be smut (mostly hoseok fucking randos and reader fucking jungkook) i'm sorry for whatever this is. i hope you enjoy it just as much as i do. this is only LIGHTLY edited bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The road ahead of you is full of small hills. You’re fine with driving up and down them now but you remember what it was like to learn how to drive on these roads; the forest around you on either side, the long road down and then the seemingly longer road upward. It’s surprising how now, even years later, you can feel the slight bubble of anxiety in your chest. You can hear your brother’s voice from the backseat tell you that you’re being stupid for being anxious.
”Nothing is going to happen.”
”You do not know that!”
Still, you check the breaks as you’re going down the first hill and they’re working. So you take a breath and you remind yourself that you’re going to be okay.
You know the anxiety is also there because you’re returning home. For a stupid high school reunion, you can’t really believe that you let Namjoon talk you into this. Fifteen years is actually a stupid number that makes you feel old but still, you’re driving the three hours and you’re going to this stupid thing for at least an hour even if you don’t want to and even if you think it’s the dumbest fucking thing to do on a Saturday night.
Instead of concentrating on the anxiety you concentrate on the road ahead of you and the view that you have from the top of each hill. Slowly the town you grew up in begins to appear closer and closer.
You haven’t missed the town itself but you’ve missed the view.
Your phone beeps and for a brief moment you look down at it hoping that you’ll see a certain name flash across it but it’s only your Namjoon’s name. First a text and then the worst picture of him filling your screen. You press the green button on your car’s console.
“Hey.”
“How far out are you?” he asks.
“Like twenty minutes, why? You said the thing wasn’t starting until seven.”
“It’s not but there’s a few of us that are getting together for supper beforehand and I thought maybe, since you’ve been driving you would be hungry.”
This is your brother, kind and considerate while also being an incredible pain in the ass for dragging you to a place that you swore you would never go back to.
“Who is a few of us? Because I’m not super interested in eating with a bunch of guys that all thought playing on the high school soccer team was the best years of their lives like a fucking Bruce Springsteen song.”
“Springsteen never wrote about soccer players only baseball players.”
You groan, “whatever.”
“It’s a few from the team but I thought you’d want to come because Hobi will be there.”
Hobi. Hoseok Jung, the man who’s virginity you took (who also took yours but that’s irrelevant) the night of your prom night. The man who you left still sleeping in the hotel room he had paid for before you flew across the country to study art history. The man who you haven’t spoken to since that night.
Even though, sometimes, you still masturbate to the thought of him. Fifteen years later.
“Hello?? You still there.”
Your brother does not know that there was ever a you and Hobi and you hope that he never will. He’s not protective, just one of those things that you would rather keep to yourself because Namjoon has never really been great at not involving himself in your life (that goes two ways but again, not relevant).
“Yeah, sorry. I guess I’ll come. However, I want it on record that I’m still pissed off you convinced me to come to this thing.”
You hear him clear his throat as he puts on what you like to refer to as his professional voice, “Noted.”
“Thank you. Can I at least shower and change before I meet up with you guys?”
“Umma has your room ready and waiting.”
You sigh, “that’s the only good thing about this whole weekend, Umma and Appa.”
You miss dinner with Namjoon and his friends mostly because you don’t want to visit a restaurant that had been your regular hangout spot when you were a teenager, and you missed your father’s cooking; but now you regret it because instead of being in one of Namjoon’s friend’s car you are in being driven by your father to the school that you had sworn you would never return to. The whole situation makes you feel like a teen again. Well, except that you are dressed better than you had ever imagined you would be at 34.
“Have fun tonight. If you and Joon need a ride home because you’ve had too much to drink don’t be scared to wake Umma and I,” your father said with a smile on his face.
The whole situation is surreal and you laugh a little, nodding.
“Appa, if that happens then we’re going to walk home. I’m not going to wake you and umma up especially after she just said that you haven’t been sleeping well.”
Your father shakes his head and brushes the air with his hand.
“Don’t listen to her.”
“Appa!”
He gives you a smile that he shares with Joon as he returns his hand to the steering wheel and nods.
“Have fun,” your father says with a softness in his eyes that make you feel guilty for not coming home to visit more. They’re good people, your parents, and you are the daughter who can’t return home because she’s too busy.
“Thank you, Appa.” you say as you grip the car’s doorhandle.
You open the door and step out into the night air. Walking a few steps before you fix your blazer and wonder if maybe you should have worn a dress instead of a suit. Looking down at your heels you remind yourself that you look like the badass bitch that you are and whisper the mantra that your therapist had told you to say.
“I can do this, I am capable and I can do this,” you whisper feeling just a little ridiculous.
“You can do this,” a deep voice says behind you.
You turn around with a smirk already playing on your face knowing just who will be standing behind you. Sure enough, Hoseok Jung stands in front of you, one hand in his trouser pocket while the other one holds a joint and you watch as he brings it to his lips and takes a long toke.
“At least I don’t need drugs to calm me down,” you say and you watch as he meets your smirk with one of his own.
“You sure?” he asks with an arched brow and then holds out the joint and chuckles as you take it carefully.
You take a smaller toke at first but then follow up with another slightly longer one before slowly blowing it out. You’re not entirely sure if you should be concerned you don’t cough because that only means that your lungs are used to it and you don’t really want that.
“How you been?” he asks as you hand back the joint.
“Oh you know… busy.” It’s such a lame answer but it’s all you have. “You?”
He nods in response, then slowly rips off the lit end of the joint and closes off the end before tucking it into his blazer pocket.
“You look good. We missed you at the restaurant,” he says as his gaze lazily drifts over your body an action that makes you feel just that except it italics — good.
“Your shirt is ugly,” you say playfully because you do think it is actually a little hideous even though he’s pulling it off in a way that makes you just a little furious.
He chuckles and shakes his head, “it isn’t though. You like it.”
There’s a buzz already between the two of you and you know that it’s not just the weed. It’s a feeling that has been waiting for fifteen years. It’s mature now, a little more subdued, but still makes you feel excited at the possibilities.
“Come on, let’s go inside. Joon is waiting for us.”
You feel the pressure of his hand on your lower back and you step away from it as you slap at his arm.
“Okay Jung, I think I need a few drinks in me before you get to do that.”
He chuckles again and you’re suddenly aware that it’s not the laugh you remember him having, this one is deeper like it’s coming from his chest instead of his head where the higher, excited laughter you remember came from. You know it’s still there and you hope you get to hear it again. You always liked that laugh of his; it made you feel bright from the inside out like he was pulling happiness through the anxiety and settling all of your teenage hormones.
Hoseok and Namjoon met when all three of you were sixteen years old. Hoseok, a transfer from Vancouver, had joined the soccer team and become instant friends with your twin brother and his soccer buddies. You had hated them a little because they were loud and always kicked you out of the living room to watch bad movies teen-boy movies. Except you got to know them because Namjoon was your other half and you tended to meld your friend groups together.
You hadn’t really noticed Hoseok until the night of your prom, in the school gymnasium, and suddenly it was like you both became aware of the other at the same time. Your eyes locked on the dance floor and half an hour later you were pulled into the darkened hallway and being pushed against a locker as his mouth found yours. You had to pretend that nothing had happened as you all packed into the limousine and while everyone was getting progressively more drunk in one hotel room, Hoseok fumbled with your dress in another.
It should have been more awkward than it was. He was gentle and checked in with you and used his hands more than you thought he would.
“You know Hobi is moving to Toronto next month,” Namjoon says as the three of you walk in the general direction of your parent’s house.
Your system is still processing the mixture of alcohol with the weed even though it’s been three hours and you do not like the feeling that ricochets around your head with each step. Also your feet hurt. Heels are the devil’s creation.
You’re happy to be out in the fresh air though. Everything about the reunion was horrible, even though you only spent time at the table with your old friends, there were people there that you had never wanted to see again let alone make small talk with. You didn’t care how many children they had or how they had married their high school sweetheart.
“Oh? Really?” you ask turning to look at Hobi who is standing between you and your brother.
“Yeah,” he says with a wide grin, his gaze drifting just a little to your lips before he meets your gaze again. “I got a job there and I’m excited I think it will be a nice change from out west.”
You bump his shoulder with yours. “Congratulations. You’re going to have to take my number then because you need to know at least more than Yoongi, and Joon isn’t moving back for another two months.”
“I have other friends there,” Hoseok chuckles.
“No one as cool as me though,” you respond with another shoulder bump.
There’s a comfortable silence that settles over the three of you for a moment before Namjoon perks up and imitates Jessica Brookwood (one of the many annoying blonde girls you had gone to school with, who, at the reunion seemed just a bit too excited to have everyone together again) as he shouts, “OH MY GOD! The four of us all together in Toronto?! It will be just like high school!!”
The three of you burst into laughter and there it is — the laugh that lights you up. You grin wide as you watch Hoseok pause and bend backward as he laughs and gripping Joon’s elbow.
You’re surprised to realize that you missed him.
Your head has finally synced back up with the rest of your body by the time you change out of your suit and into your pajamas. You need water though and so you wander down into the kitchen only to find Hoseok also doing the same thing, except he’s only in boxers and a plain white t-shirt. Namjoon had insisted he stay at your family house instead of at the hotel because he had walked you home and the hotel was five blocks away. Hoseok had agreed but you hadn’t expected to have a run-in with him.
“Hey,” you whisper as you open up the cupboard and grab a glass out from it. “Couldn’t sleep?”
He shakes his head, “cotton mouth.”
He hands you the glass he just filled from the brita jug.
“I haven’t drunk from it, promise.”
“Thanks.”
You settle against the counter as you take a sip and watch him.
“I mean it,” you start as you tap your fingers gently against the glass. “We need to get together. I know some pretty great places to eat.”
He smiles and nods as he puts the water jug back into the fridge.
“I would really like that,” he says softly as he moves to stand in front of you and holds out his glass to you. “To reconnecting.”
“To reconnecting,” you say as you tap your glass gently to his.
That familiar buzz slips between you and up your legs. You know that you could kiss him here, that he could press you against the counter and lift you up onto it so you could wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. You think about how he could slip his fingers into your cotton pajama pants and make you wet; and for a moment you think it might happen until your phone buzzes on the counter beside you breaking the eye contact you shared.
“Goodnight,” he whispers and gives you a nod before he slips out of the kitchen and down toward Joon’s room.
You take a deep breath to centre yourself before you look beside you and grab your phone. This time, the name you had hoped to appear on your screen all night is there.
Jungkook Jeon: Miss you. Can I see you?
Your palms are suddenly sweaty and you take a deep breath trying to calm down the excitement that he’s texted you for the first time instead of the other way around. You hated that you had followed your friend’s advice and had waited for him to text you before you texted him.
You: I’m out of town.
Jungkook Jeon: When are you back, baby? I miss your taste. I fucking miss you under me
You look around the room and listen for any movement that might surprise you, but the house around you is silent.
You: Tomorrow evening.
Jungkook Jeon: Can I see you? Fuck baby! It’s been too long and I need you
You let the mixture of self-loathing and desire you’ve long made friends with back into your chest as you type out your response.
You: I’ve missed you so much Kook. I need you more than you realize.
Jungkook Jeon: Good. Come back to my place before anywhere else
You: Ok!
Jungkook Jeon: Goodnight, baby. I’ll be thinking of you before I fall asleep
You: Tell me what you’re thinking.
©sugalaritae. Do NOT repost, edit, or translate any of my work. I only post on ao3 and tumblr
#jung hoseok fic#j-hope fic#jung hoseok drabble#j-hope fanfic#jung hoseok fanfic#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#jeon jungkook fic#jeon jungkook x reader#jung hoseok x reader#bangtantheatrenet#btswritersclub#btshoneyhive#thekpopuniverse
91 notes
·
View notes
Text
One of the dopest literary stories of all time concerns the publication and distribution of Ulysses I’m not even a little bit joking.
James Joyce wrote Ulysses while living in Paris where he, and other modernist authors, hung out in a bookstore called Shakespeare and Company, founded by a woman named Sylvia Beach. The thing you gotta understand about this store and Sylvia is that this was The Place and she was That Bitch. If you were a writer and you came to Paris? You showed up. You bought a book. You talked with Sylvia. It was requisite. The result of this is that she was friends with all the modernists.
Joyce was kinda always perpetually fuckin broke and tended to overspend when he had money so he never had money for long. He was pretty broke at this time and was lamenting the fact that he couldn’t find a publisher to Sylvia. Sylvia was a big fan of Joyce’s work and also a good friend. She hated seeing him broke and was like “you know what my guy? Fuck it. I’ll publish your novel.”
So Joyce gets his book published and has some coin in his pocket and he’s happy. Sylvia has stepped up her career and she’s happy. Only problem? America is passing all sorts of obscenity laws about this time and the wretched moralists in charge have Heard About this book and will absolutely be destroying any copies that make it to port. Making matters worse is that there are hundreds of pre-orders that need to be fulfilled and she can’t do it without the books being confiscated and destroyed.
So Sylvia is lamenting this conundrum to her other good writer friend, Ernest Hemingway, who thinks for a minute and says “Sylvia, gimme a couple days and let me see what I can do.” What else do you say to Hemingway but “sure thing, Ernest.”
Couple days go by and Big Ern comes back to the store with a slip of paper. He hands that slip of paper to Sylvia and she sees it has a phone number. Hemingway tells her to call that number and tell who picks up that Ernest sent her.
There’s not a soul on earth who can resist that prompt and Sylvia, being both only human and also desperate to distribute this book she sunk money she couldn’t really afford into publishing, calls the number. Guy picks up. Asks a few questions about boxes and shipping addresses. Gives her an address in Canada and tells her to include the shipping invoices for the American addresses. Hangs up the phone.
So now a shit load of boxes containing James Joyce’s Ulysses are on their way to Canada. The address? Some fuckin apartment. Owned by This Guy. And everyday this guy takes a few books from the boxes, wraps them up and addresses them, tapes them to his body, and takes the ferry across the lake to the US where he casually slips them into the post boxes and goes on about his day.
Authorities are pretty baffled about how the book is being distributed but no one says a word about until Sylvia Beach spends roughly a page on it in her memoirs, “Shakespeare and Company.”
This was, I think, a few years before Hemingway had to look at F. Scott Fitzgerald’s dick and assure him it was a good size after Zelda told him he had a small cock during an argument…..but that’s another story.
#james joyce#ernest hemingway#sylvia beach#shakespeare and company#ulysses#f scott fitzgerald#Fitzgerald had a tiny pee pee#lit major#modernism#modernist authors
155 notes
·
View notes
Text
☆ miscellaneous stalker au canada headcanons!
starring. . . gender neutral reader and canada. warning for stalking (in general), general violence/murder mentioned, + nsfw in the last four headcanons.
author notes; live laugh love this little freak. he’s literally wild about reader and i ADORE that about him. he’s the type of guy to go “me and my partner don’t argue they bash my head in with a rock and i walk it off like a man.” he’s crazy.
matthew williams!
— matthew spends about an hour every day scrolling on his favorite shopping sites in search of things he thinks you’d like. he’s a smart shopper, if nothing else. he seems to know every secret coupon in the world. he really enjoys buying you cute clothing and trinkets he finds online. plushes, slippers, new satin pajama sets, sexy underwear, cat themed mugs, kitchen supplies to replace your old ones— god, not to mention the glorious food he delivers! it’s never more food than you need. it’s just enough so that you can eat your fill and still have a bit extra for later. it’s like having a sugar daddy, honestly. you occasionally feel bad for him and try to convince him to stop spending so much money on you, but williams manages to dismisse your concerns with ease. he lives and loves to serve you, he says.
— if you identify with one of the binary genders then he’ll eventually start calling you a ‘good girl’ or ‘good boy’ over the phone. it’s not something he’s stubborn about, so if you ask him to stop he will. it’s nothing really sexual as he mostly uses the pet name to tease you, enjoying the way you roll your eyes or huff at his words. matthew never dishes out something he can’t take, so you deciding to mirror him isn’t an issue. in fact, he takes pleasure in it, grinning to himself in the bushes of your front yard. you’ll tell him to be a ‘good boy’ and turn himself in to the cops and he’ll simply laugh into the phone. “y/n,” he’d coo, “i can’t turn myself in. you know you’d miss your good boy too much if i went to jail.”
— he’ll occasionally show up at your place of work depending on whether or not your job deals with the public. if you’re something like a fast food worker or a cashier, then you’ll definitely be seeing him from time to time. he’s clever enough to not let you hear his voice off the phone. he’ll either avoid speaking entirely or put on a completely different voice to the best of his ability. williams likely won’t even do anything related to your work, mostly sitting or standing around and pretending to be busy on his phone or, if he’s in a store, pretending to browse for something. he watches you, occasionally taking pictures when he can. when he gets home, matthew prints them out, adding them to a physical scrapbook of semi-blurry photos taken of you. pictures from your front yard.. from your back door.. in the store.. in the parking lot.. in your own bedroom…
— one day he actually sends you a text. when you block the first number, williams texts you again through a different one. the text message comes after he sees you going out the house with another person. he takes offense to the mere sight of you with someone else and it’s here where he starts to show his more violent side. it's a jarring wake up call for you. you couldn’t help but begin to think of him as someone different.. someone romantic instead of creepy. someone almost cute instead of murderous. how silly of you. you slid your phone into your pocket but his message continued to echoe softly in the back of your mind. ‘have fun tonight. if i catch their hands anywhere near you, they'll end up in your mailbox by morning ❤️’
— he stalks you on any and every open social media account you have. instagram, twitter (you tweet the strangest things, matthew loves giggling at your musings), tiktok, tumblr, facebook— hell, he’d look through myspace if he had to. whenever he’s bored at work he starts browsing through everything he can. he just wants to feel connected to you. it’s not enough to have a small picture of you taped to the inside of his briefcase. besides, williams wants to stay updated on your life and scrolling through your social media definitely helps with that.
— on the more sexual side of things, god does he love to masturbate. the mere sound of your voice is enough to make him hump into a pillow like a dog, whining and groaning softly to himself while still trying to seem present on the phone. not to mention the countless blurry pictures of you that are now covered in his cum. he doesn’t want to waste his clear shots of you, matthew would much rather keep those clean. he just wishes he could get his hands on you and show you how much of a degenerate you’ve made him into. it’s a real shame you don’t get to hear the way he groans your name as he cums all over the place. it’s always a messy finish with him, even though he finds the clean up process to be embarrassing. williams never learns his lesson.
— just let him into your house, just once, and he can make your dreams come true. he wouldn’t mind being dominant or submissive, most of the time he just wants to see you get off. he’s the type to kiss the ground you walk on and then fuck you like an animal all in the same night. matthew would be rough with you but still clearly worship you and your body. williams adores giving and receiving praise during sex. he dreams of the day you’ll tell him he’s doing a good job, really, it would mean everything to him to hear that he’s pleasing you. in return, he’d coo into your ear that you’re the only one in the world for him. the only one he’d ever want or need. every inch of your skin would be covered in gentle kisses after he fucks you. he’s a god at aftercare and would make sure you feel like royalty before even thinking of settling into bed beside you.
— he really wants to see you covered in his cum one day soon. positioning doesn’t matter to him, he just wants to see you completely wrecked. williams wants to see your legs shake and your tight little hole quiver. he wants to see you beg for more even though you’re so fucked out already. god, the things you do to him. you’ve made him into such a sick man.
— matthew enjoys giving and receiving oral sex. he’s great at it and even if you’re not the best he would help you get better. he’d have you cum into his mouth over and over until you’re twitching with ecstasy and he’d never even lift a finger. all williams needs is his mouth. his eyes would look up at you with a mischievous glimmer, almost as if he was wordlessly teasing you for enjoying this so much.
#hetalia#hetalia x reader#hetalia x you#hetalia headcanons#canada x reader#matthew x reader#matthew williams#hws canada#stalker au#stalker au hetalia
74 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
arsenicpanda
Wait, What?
wybielune
The House of Lune
c-nstellati-ns
"we are always and forever."
sionevo
SIO!
anxiously-going
These are the voyages of my Starship Enterprise